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asrealasadonut · 1 year

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This must be the place

Gif by @karamelcoveredolicity the real mvp of this fandom especially the Sebastian kydd stans.

Warnings: age gap relationship, brief drug use, kissing, (idk how to write physical intimacy can you tell) swearing, grammar and spelling mistakes

Author’s note: Fuck it imma just post this not fully realized Sebastian/oc fic because I refuse to work on it anymore lol

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Summary: Rosie West experienced her first real heartbreak when she was 14. He was the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen. His name was Sebastain Kydd.

It was 1985. Rosie West was the shy younger sister of Top athlete and straight A student, Thomas West. In contrast to her brother, she didn't have many friends. She just went to school and went home.

Her older brother, Thomas walks her home everyday. People at her strict catholic school never paid attention to her, especially boys. It's not that she wanted a boyfriend at that age but, if you paid attention, everyone else had one.

She usually went to her school’s library to avoid any unwanted attention. In the corner of her eye she would see girls and their boyfriends of the week sneak behind bookshelves. They just couldn’t keep their hands off of eachother. She looked away and rolled her brown eyes, holding her book tighter. It was like Rosie couldn't escape it. But deep down, she felt that she was missing out.

One day after school she walked through her favorite place, the video store. She spent most weekends here, renting every movie from the 50s over again until the employees were sick of her hogging the only copy of East of Eden.

She was minding her business when she laid her eyes on a very tall boy that she'd never seen before. He walked in. Blue Jeans. White shirt. Golden blonde hair pushed back. He looked just like James Dean with his pouty lips and his big shiny blue eyes. She couldn’t believe how beautiful he was.

Before she knew it she was following the tall boy. She tried to casually walk down the same aisles he was. When he went to the horror section, so did she.

The boy eventually caught on to the younger girl close behind him and decided to speak to her.

“Hi.”

Her eyes went wide. She didn’t think he could actually see her. She thought she was being subtle and mysterious.

“Hello.” She squeaked back.

All she could do was stare at him.

She fumbled with the vhs in her hands turning the cover over to the front. The blonde boy took notice.

“Rebel without a cause”

“Huh?”

“The movie.”

He points at the tape.

She looks at her hands.

“Oh right!”

She nervously laughed

“I like stuff from the 50s.”

He nods.

“That’s cool.”

He runs a hand through his hair.

His casual gaze was setting her on fire. She had to leave the store and go home and scream in her pillow about this boy giving her attention.

“Gotta go… pay for this.”

He nods, still holding her gaze. The 14 year old girl was stuck frozen in place.

“Okay, bye.”

She quickly snapped out of the trance that big had her in and walked towards the cashier.

She quickly paid the renting fee for the movie and walked out of the store.

The cool air hit her face and eased her racing mind. Who was that guy?? Boys like that don’t just appear out of thin air! It felt unreal like he was a gift from the angels above. Taking pity on a poor teenage girl by creating the boy of her dreams.

A few days passed and it was Friday. The day that mom let Thomas bring all his annoyingly loud jock friends over to the house. Even with her door closed she could hear everything! Thomas could only bring his friends around after school if Rosie stayed up in her room. It was the only way their mother would allow it. This didn't stop the curious 14 year old from spying on whatever they were doing in the living room. Older boys scared her. They were louder and taller and somehow more annoying than the ones at her school.

She peeked out to the living room where the boys were. She overheard her brother talk to the blond boy she saw at the video store!

They were talking and laughing. Thomas rummaging through the kitchen for snacks.

“Hey Tom. Where's your bathroom?” The boy ran his hand through his blonde locks. He sighed.

“Around the corner Down the hall.”

“Thanks.”

He looked tired.

He took his leather jacket off and laid it on the couch.

“God he’s so perfect!” She thought to herself. Her breath hitched in her throat.

He made his way towards the door frame she was standing near. Peeking at him. He squinted slightly. He slowly realized he’s seen her before.

“Oh hey.”

She looked up at him, deciding to be silent. Rosie ddint know what to do with her hands or body. The cute boy from the video store was in her house looking at her.

“Rosie!” She heard her brother say.

She snuck back behind her hiding place.

“Alright I'm going!” she hollers back.

She flashes the blond boy an awkward smile before she dragged herself to her room.

Rosie's bed room was only one door down from the bathroom. She left it open just a crack so she could hear if Thmas wanted something or if her mother came home early.

She was sitting on the floor listening to her michael jackson cassette. She bopped her head to the song when she looked up and saw the blond boy poking his head through her door. He lifted his hand to wave at her.

She quickly slid her headphones off her scalp.

“Hi, you must be Rosie.”

Her heart was pounding.

“Yeah, hi.”

“I think we met before? At the video store right?”

She managed to nod her head.

“He’s just a boy Rosie, chill out.”

She thought to herself. Yeah. A boy who cared to recognize her!

“Shouldn't you be with my brother?”

He shakes his head and leans up against her door frame.

“I was on my way out actually. Just wanted to say hi. I'm Sebastain by the way.”

He told her that Thomas was one of the first people to befriend him at their school. Thomas was so friendly and easy to talk to. It was something Rosie envied. A friend of her brothers actually caring enough to talk to her?? Surreal.

He came around the house more and more. Instead of hanging with Thomas, he’d hang on the doorframe to Rosie’s room and chat about whatever.

Sebastian was different from any other boy she had ever met. He had a genuine gentleness. It was in his big blue eyes. Most of Thomas's friends ignored her, but not Sebastian. He always asked how she was doing, trying to make her comfortable.

Just simple small talk. Nodding like he was interested in the things she had to say. It was like he could tell how lonely she was. Being so shy, it was hard for Rosie to be the one to start conversations, but it felt so easy with the tall boy.

One afternoon after school, she entered the diner alone. Usually her brother would meet her there and they’d walk home together. But when he got too busy with extracurriculars, she had go by herself. Her mother gave her a house key and told her not to talk to strangers.

This time she pleased to see sebastain alone, face pensive. A white coffee mug steaming in front of him. Too hot to drink.

She slipped into his booth.

He looks up with a slow smile forming on his face.

“Good to see you Rosie.”

They talked until it got dark. They made it a habitual thing. They’d share a basket of fries and he would spill his soul to her.

He drove her home. He played her songs that he thought she'd like. They’d go to the video store and give each other movie recommendations. They became close.

That summer, Sebastian told her that his dad got him a replica of James Dean’s race car, Little Bastard. He said they were gonna fix it up together. He was so excited to start working on it. She liked seeing him smile. The way his lip would curl mischievously made her heartbeat thump so loud she could hear it to her ears.

Rosie would ride her bike, passing through his rich neighborhood every day just to catch a glimpse of the beautiful boy. Sometimes she'd catch Sebastain working on his car. He’d wave and smile warmly at the girl. As time passed, she noticed that his dad wasn't around helping him with the car. They were supposed to work on it together.

She stopped in front of the driveway to talk to Sebastian.

“Isn't your dad supposed to help you?”

He shook his head.

“Nah, he had some stuff to do”

He responded. Clearly annoyed.

She bit her lip. She hated seeing him upset.

“If I knew how to fix a car, I’d help you.”

The corner of his lip curled.

“Thanks, Rosie. I know you would.”

She lightly kicked her foot against the pavement. Her eyes were downcast, watching the ground scuff her brand new white shoes.

“You could help me wash it when I'm done.”

She looks up and smiles shyly.

“Okay.”

It was the last weekend before senior year began, so Thomas decided to throw a party at his house.

“Keep your door locked ok? I don't want anyone bothering you.”

He told Rosie.

She stayed in her room catching up on some required reading, the loud music was thumping. It was way too distracting, so she put on her headphones and tried to down out Thomas’ music.

She heard a knock on her door. At first she assumed that it was the booming bass of the music. But she heard the knocking again a little louder. She assumed it was Tommy so she unlocked the door and poked her head through the crack.

It was Sebastain. Her face lit up.

“Hi!”

Her voice was relaxed but excited.

“Can’t sleep?”

She shook her head.

She invited him in. They talked for a while. She’s wrapped up in her comforter and he sat on the ground next to her bed.

“You’re so much easier to talk to than anyone else.”

“Really?”

“Yeah”

They were sitting across from each other. So close now. His head tilted and his bottom lip poked out.

His face was so close to hers now that she could count every eyelash on Sebastian’s face. She really wanted to kiss him but she never kissed anyone before. What if she did it wrong and he wouldn’t like her anymore. Her mind was racing almost as fast as her heart beat.

He cupped her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

She tried to breathe. Her heart stopped.

This moment felt like a dream. If she thought too hard about it, he could disappear and she’d wake up.

She nodded desperately.

His lips met hers. His mouth was so soft and warm against hers.

It was like nothing her mind could possibly dream up. She practiced on her teddy bear and watched 50s romance films but this was real. So very real.

He broke away from her face resting his forehead on hers.

“I love you, Rosie.”

Before she could process what he just said, There was a knock on her door. Rosie’s body froze.

“Rosie? You alright?”

It was Thomas calling from outside her door.

“Yeah!”

She hollers back.

“Can I come in? Unlock the door.”

She goes wide eyed.

The tall boy cringes and looks around the room. He quickly opens the window and starts climbing down.

“You’re leaving?”

She whispers.

He shook his head.

“Talk to your brother.”

The window closed and the boy was out of sight.

Rosie sighed and walked to her bedroom door. She unlocked it. Eyes met her older brothers.

“You ok?”

She nodded.

“The party’s dead. Can you help me clean it up before mom gets back?”

She sighs.

“Sure.”

He looks past her room suspiciously.

“Hang back for a bit. I’m still tryna get everyone out.”

She smiles innocently.

“Ok. I’ll come down later.”

Thankfully Thomas was oblivious and made his way down the hall.

She closes the door. Resting behind it, sighing.

She looks out the window to see the boy had left.

The first week of freshman year began for Rosie West and she was still stuck on that kiss. Her first kiss with an older boy. She couldn’t focus on her classes because she couldn’t stop thinking about Sebastian.

One day Sebastain’s Red Porsche pulls up next to her as she's on her way home.

“Hey.”

He greets.

“Hey”

She replied deflated.

“Can I talk to you?”

The boy's eyes were sincere.

Rosie couldn't say no to him.

She tried to sound less desperate than she felt.

“Sure.”

She got into the passenger’s seat.

They sat in silence for what felt like forever.

The older boy turned to her. Not knowing what to say.

“I felt lonely for a long time before I moved here.”

She nods slowly.

“And then I met you and everything started to make sense.”

He tenderly grabbed her hand.

“I meant what I said at the party.”

The back of his fingers brush her cheek.

“Sebastian, I-“

“You don’t have to say it if you're not ready.”

He holds her hand and interrwines his finger with hers.

“We can take it slow.”

They start dating. In secret of course. Rosie was terrified to know if her older brother knew. It was good that they went to different schools so it would be less likely for Thomas to find out about them. Besides that, they tried to be discreet as possible. It worked for the most part.

Most of their time together consisted of Sebastian sneaking into her room when he knew Tomas wouldn’t be home. He had to park his car really far down the opposite end of the street and walk to her place.

His blond head poked outside Rosie’s window. She smiles and opens it.

“Hey, you wanna go for a ride?”

Rosie eagerly nodded. She slipped her shoes on and put on her jacket. The two of them slipped out from the window then made their way to Sebastian’s car.

They rode around for a bit then made their way to the edge of town to a small park with a lake. The boy came often to clear his head or get away from his parents.

Across from a shady tree there they sat in the empty parking lot.

“Oh, Tommy’ll lose him mind if he knew I was out with you this late.”

“Let him.”

She laughed at how loose Sebastian’s attitude could be. He was truly a rebel.

“God, you’ve got the cutest laugh.”

Rosie smiled shyly. Her face warmed up with embarrassment.

Sebastian pulled out a joint. Rosie had never seen one before. She did a double take. She’s seen girls from school smoke cigarettes behind the dumpster at lunch but never anything worst than that.

“You don’t mind do you?”

He asked politely.

She brushed off her reluctance.

“No go head.”

She smiled shyly.

“Can I have some?”

“You sure?”

“If you like it, I wanna try.”

“Rosie you don’t have to.”

“Just a little?”

He shrugged and passed it to her.

She tried to smoke it like the girls at school. Enhaling deeply but exhaling toofast. Rosie started coughing. She didn’t like it too much.

“You’re supposed to breathe out a lot slower. You wanna try again?”

She tired is again with Sebastian’s new advice.

It was a little better the second time. It didn’t feel so different. She thought drugs worked instantly so she just sat there silently waiting for her mind to alter. She handed the joint back to the tall boy.

She pouted. Her ears picked up on the song playing on the radio. She couldn’t recognize it but it was slow and sad. It made her chest ache. She felt it through the radio and into her soul.

Sebastian took notice of her changed demeanor.

“You doin’ ok?”

She looks up at him. Her brown eyes are big and glossy. She felt like she couldn’t breath. His face looked so angelic. The sunset was going down making his face less visible. She wanted the sun to come back so she could see Seb look at her again.

“You're so pretty.”

She could feel the words in her throat getting thick. Before she knew it, tears were flowing down her cheeks.

“Why are you with me?”

Sebastian's eyes go wide with concern

“God sometimes I just look at you and I can’t believe you’re real and…you like me.”

She looked down.

“Did West say something?”

She sniffed and she wipes her eyes on her hoodie sleeve.

She shakes her head like a child.

“No.”

The boy’s eyes were shiny with concern

“I’m sorry! I’m so fucking stupid!”

The blonde shakes his head.

“Oh no Rosie. You’re not stupid.”

He takes her face in his hands and looks deep into her eyes.

Sebastian goes quiet. Thinking of what to say next. He sighs.

“I am crazy about you, Rosie. You know that right? I think you're the coolest. No one gets me like you do. And I love just hanging out with you. I don’t care where we go or what we do. We could just sit in my car all day and I’d be the happiest boy in the world.”

He wipes her cheeks with his thumbs.

“You’re my girl.”

He whispered it like a prayer.

She sniffs. Her brown eyes sparkled with wonder at the beautiful boy.

“Really?”

Sebastian nods. His mouth curled into a sweet smile that took Rosie’s breath away.

He pulled away for a second so she could compose herself.

He puts his hand on her shoulder. He rubbed soothing circles with his thumb.

She wiped her nose and she smiled sadly.

He tilted his head towards her. His eyes never left her.

“Can you remind me? That you still like me.”

“Always.”

She looked down and messed with the ribbed edge of her hoodie sleeve.

“Sorry.”

He chuckles.

“Don’t be.”

He smiled at her and had this coy look in his eye. He put the car in drive and took off.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Rosie watched the sky turn a deep blue as Sebastian drove them into the city. She had never been to New York until now.

He promised he’d take her.

Seeing all those bright lights up close felt magical.

One day Thomas finds out. He gets Sebastain alone at school.

“Stay away from my little sister, man.”

His warm brown eyes turned cold, focused and hard. He was deadly serious.

Just then it really hit him. Sebastian felt like he did at his last school. Wrong. Just wrong.

The next two weeks, they try to avoid each other. No diner. No secret car rides. Rosie became more anxious, she couldn't focus on her classes.

She missed Sebastain terribly so she bravely decided to call his house. She didn't know who would answer, since his parents were always far too busy to be at home with their child. He never answered, but instead the housekeeper. She apologized and told her he wasn't home. That's when she grew worried. He wasn't at the diner after school like normal either.

Sebastian showed up at her house lightly knocking at her window that night.

She threw her bedside lamp on and she let him up.

He grabbed her face a little more forceful than normal.

His lips met hers into a feverish kiss. It took Rosies breath away. Sebastian didnt kiss her like that. He was usually gentle.

“I missed you so much.”

He still held her face and pulled her to her bed.

Her hands never let go of his. Rosie loves his hands. They were so much bigger than hers.

She took one of them and started kissing his palm. She turned his hands over and her eyes grew wide.

His knuckles were all red and scabbed over.

She looked up at the tall boy.

“what happened?”

He pulled his hands from her tender grip and ran one through his hair. The other rubbed his knee.

“I got expelled today.”

Rosie’s face fell.

“why?”

“I started a fight. This guy said something really stupid and then I just lost it and kept beating him til he bled.” I got so mad you know? Just….at everything. I haven't seen my mom in months. Im having a real hard time Rosie.”

He broke down in her arms. She rubbed his back as he tried to keep his weeping at a quiet volume as to not wake up Thomas on the other room. She just let him weep into her stomach.

All she could do was listen to the boy. He had so much going on in his head. Everyone had these bad opinions of him and that really hurt Rosie’s already fragile heart. He was the sweetest boy she’d ever known. No one understood him the way she did.

“

The boy looked up at her. His eyes red and puffy.

“Go to bed with me?”

He nods and slowly stands to his feet. He waited for her to get situated under the covers. He kicked his sneakers off.

“I’ll be right back.” She tells him.

She comes back with a glass of water. She hands it to the sad boy.

“Here.”

He gratefully took it from her and downed the whole thing.

“Thank you.”

He looks up at her.

She strokes his soft blond hair.

“Of course.”

She smiles back.

They climb into her tiny twin bed. Face to face on her pillow. The bedside lamp cast the room in a soft glow. It made his face look golden.

“You’re the only thing I care about.”

He whispered, eyelids dropping.

She closed her eyes and let her exhaustion overtake her body. They fall asleep holding eachother. Cozy and warm.

A soft voice called her name and woke her up the next morning. It was Sebastian leaning over her. He smiled tiredly.

“I gotta go baby.”

She let out a groan and fopped to the other side of the bed and met his eyes. She grabbed his hands lazily. They were soft and warm.

“Don’t go. Lay here with me all day.”

“I really want to.”

He made his way to her window. He slipped out into the blue sky. He pokes his head out to say one thing.

“I’ll call you later.”

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That’s all folks sorry!!

#austin butler #sebastian kydd #fanfic #Sebastian kydd/ofc #sebastian x oc #the carrie diaries #I need to let this fic go back into the wild lol be free little fic be free!!!

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 1 year

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Welcome to brightsun-and-darkmidnight

Before we get further...This blog is 18+ so Minors do NOT interact. This place is not for you. If you are a minor or have a blog that I suspect is a bot, your blog will be blocked. Most of my work has explicit content and I am currently trying to explore darker themes. Check the warnings and triggers to decide if you can handle that content. Things will be tagged appropriately, if you feel a tag needs to be added please let me know so it can be addressed. With that being said...

Welcome to the land of (my)Muse. Each idea produced is either as bright and cheerful as the sun, or as dark as midnight with a new moon. Some ideas that the muse finds interest in are short lived and others the inspiration seems to flow forever.

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bbbb-barnes · 6 years

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DANCE WITH THE DEVIL - A Mobster!Bucky Barnes X Reader.

Summary: You move away from your small town and start a life in NYC leaving a behind a childhood of drugs, guns and abuse, when your mother is struggling you go back home to help, only to realise the gang that your father was involved in has become ruthless, people know your name and know who you are. A handsome and dangerous man from your families rival gang catches your eye and you can't stay away.

Hi!! I have finals so I thought WHY NOT START A BUCKY FIC. As always please leave feedback and come chat to me!! I always like to start my fics with a bitta back story so no Bucky in this BUT a lotta Steve, this is gunna be a dark fic, might not seem it now but oh BOY it's gunna get dark.

WARNINGS - MENTIONS OF DRUGS, DEATH, SWEARING AND DOMESTIC ABUSE in this chapter and throughout!!

Please let me know what u think!!

Moving out of town was always your plan, from when you were 8 years old and you took a trip to New York with your family, you were enthralled with the big city life, you still remember how the city filled you with a strange sense of nostalgia even though you had never been there before, like it was always meant to be. Moving back to town was never your plan. You had studied hard and got a place at NYU school of law and after 3 crazy years filled with drunken nights with your friends, all-nighters in the library and a shit tonne of coffee and ramen you had graduated with an under grad degree and decided to stay on and complete a post grad whilst trying to score an internship to get your career moving, it was a hustle but you wouldn’t change it for the world. In New York you felt like you could do anything and become anybody, anything was a possibility and you felt as if you could accomplish it all. It was a strange feeling, but you felt connected to the city and you felt like you belonged. You had been born and raised in a town in between Chicago and Indiana. Fountain Park in Jasper county was a predominantly Italian-American populated area. It encapsulated everything an Italian American town ever would, all your aunts knew each other, there were only two high schools, if you walked down the street you would most likely see a kid you went to middle school with, people knew everybody’s business, oh and It housed two local mobster gangs with a fierce rivalry. The Commandos and The Moretti’s. They began the rivalry over the local oil business years ago, or that was the front anyway, you were aware of the drug deals that went down and the cocaine ring that both gangs claimed not to run, there was constant battles over property and territories. But the lack of police intervention subsequently led the gangs to become their own law enforcement for the town, so the people of Fountain Park picked a side essentially, and the gangs in which they picked and showed loyalty to would protect them, albeit not in the most diplomatic way, which only fuelled the rivalry. The whole thing made you laugh, it was truly pathetic, and you planned to stay as far away as possible from these ‘gangs’. You knew your Uncle Jack was part of The Moretti’s and you had been made aware of your father’s involvement when he had died 2 years previous. People spoke about how suspicious his death was and it really worsened things for the rivalry as there was foul play suspected. You didn’t care much, you had thought the world of your father until you were 9 years old and witnessed him beat the living shit out of your own mother, it wasn’t the last time you saw it either, it was only as you got older when you realised drugs had a big part to play in his behaviour, not that it was any justification. You had ached for his approval even after what you had seen, he was your father and he was important, you wanted him to be proud of you for some sick reason. Then when you were 17 and all dressed up for your junior prom he decided to pull out his gun and point it at your forehead in front of the whole family that's when you realised you had enough, you begged your mom to leave him, you know now that he would have killed her if she did. You dropped his name and took your mother’s maiden name Romano. Hearing he had died was incredibly bitter sweet, he was still your dad and he was dead, but it was completely overpowered by the fact your mom was now free from him. Mom was a Fountain Park native with Italian parents, even though her parents were Italian she was born in America and only visited Italy once.

That’s what brought you home, your Nonna was incredibly ill and your mother was struggling to care for her and working to keep herself afloat. Your mother was a proud woman and if you hadn’t had a phone call from your aunt telling you things were bad, you would have never known. You had taken some time off College, which they had surprisingly allowed given you were in-between diplomas and a high achieving student and your roommate Wanda had found somebody to rent your room for a few months, so things managed to fall into place nicely.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Indianapolis International Airport, the local time is currently 11:35am, for your comfort and safety please leave your seatbelt fastened and allow the aircraft to come to a full and complete stop before collecting your belongings and vacating the aircraft, Delta thanks you for your cooperation and we wish you a wonderful stay in Indiana” The chirpy and polished voice of the pretty air hostess snaps you out of your thought process, you gave your muscles a well needed stretch, thankful to almost be free of the stuffy and confined air of the plane. You joined the scuffle of people who were currently grabbing luggage eager to leave. You threw your bag over your shoulder and shuffled out at a snail’s pace, as the line had finally made its way to the front of the plane you thanked the air hostesses and stepped out into the late morning sun, taking a breath of fresh air your mood instantly lifting as you bounced down the stairs and over the asphalt, taking in every drop of sunshine.

If you were in a good mood, passport control and baggage reclaim really took a shit on that. The long lines in the warm and packed airport was enough to make any sane person snap, you were surrounded by people sighing and muttering at the long wait times, you decided to occupy yourself on your phone to pass the time. You sent a message to some old friends telling them you were back in town and you wanted to reconnect. As much as you loved New York, it would be nice to take things easy for a couple of weeks.

After finally getting your passport checked and proving you weren’t a terrorist you were graciously allowed into the state by an overweight and stony-faced officer. Next challenge was baggage reclaim, you were glad you had always taken your mothers advice of making your suitcase noticeable as you spotted the bright yellow case almost instantly and rushed over to wrestle it off. However, the weight of the luggage, your tired body and the speed of the carousel made your first attempt unsuccessful, why in fresh hell did it go around so fast? You were suitably irritated at this point.

“Motherfucker” you muttered and pushed the sleeves of your thin sweatshirt up, psyching yourself up for round two. You saw your case come around again and rolled your shoulders in preparation, however before you could even attempt to grab it a large, blonde man who seemingly came out of nowhere lifted your bag off the carousel as if it were light as a feather, your eyebrows shot up in confusion and you started to panic slightly as he started walking away with it, his broad back quickly disappearing into the crowd, this is the last thing you needed today.

“Hey! excuse me” you yelled in a pathetic attempt to get his attention, you started to jog towards him, weaving through various people who shot you scowls as you pushed passed, your panic was turning to frustration.

“Excuse ME” you yelled even louder, seemingly catching the attention of everybody else but the mystery bag thief, you ran a little faster to catch up, why in the world was this man walking so fast, with a final push you reached him and grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him but also steady yourself from the sudden exercise. He whipped around in an instant, looking ready to attack almost, when he saw you his face relaxed, this is not the reaction you wanted.

“Excuse me asshole, but you just stole my suitcase” you huffed, trying your hardest to look intimidating, but this guy was huge, and was he smiling at you after stealing your luggage? What the fuck, you deepened your scowl. He started laughing at you, you jaw went a little slack at this guy’s blatant disregard to the fact he had just stolen from you and was now laughing about it.

“I’m not sure why this is fucking fu...” you started, your voice an octave higher than before as you seriously resisted the urge to stomp your foot like a child, before you could continue he rudely interrupted you.

“Y/N its me, Steve” It was the first time you heard him talk, it was deep but soft at the same time it was oddly comforting and filled with humour as he smirked down at you, you pulled your eyebrows together in confusion. If you knew this man you would have remembered he was seriously handsome.

“Steve Rodgers” He prompted, his head cocked to the side, the faint trace of humour still apparent in his voice. You did a comical double take at his reminder, no way was this jacked guy Steve Rodgers, skinny and sickly Steve Rodgers, your next-door neighbour and a good friend to you through those tough high school years, he taught you how to play poker and you used to give him your CD’s in return (after you had finished listening of course) you were the reason he had such a soft spot for NSYNC. The two of you used to sit on the grass in his backyard when your dad was beating your mom and he would distract you by talking you step by step through the rules of baseball and giving you an extensive run down of his favourite players, it used to work and was the reason you became a baseball fan. You were clearly in a state of shock as he playfully shook your shoulders with a chuckle. You looked up and studied his face and you saw it, the same light blue eyes, the same nose that was slightly crooked from when he broke it falling out of a tree, the same very faint dusting of freckles dancing across the bridge of his nose.

“Steven, when the hell did you get so jacked?” you managed to choke out taking a step back to take him in, he barked out a loud laugh startling a few children nearby in the process.

“Oh, stop it you” He joked, pretending to be shy which made you chuckle in response, you were still wildly confused but if your childhood had taught you anything it was that Steve Rodgers never steered you far wrong. He threw a heavy arm around your shoulders and guided you to the parking lot.

“I am your personal taxi service, Miss New York big shot” he joked as he pulled your suitcase behind him effortlessly, you were slightly dazed, but you had assumed your mother asked him to collect you and presumably told him about the bright yellow suitcase too (although the luggage tag with your name on could have done that too)

“I need you to tell me everything” He continued babbling as he led you to a sleek, shiny black BMW with blacked out windows, he retracted his arm from your shoulder to fish his keys from his jeans pocket. You took a moment to appreciate the car.

“This is yours?” you sounded doubtful as you raised your eyebrows at the expensive looking car, last you heard Steve wanted to be an artist, you weren’t sure how fruitful that career was, but you assumed not this much. He unlocked the car and gestured for you to get in with a small smile.

“You’re not the only successful one from around here y’know” he joked, his voice coming from behind you as he placed your suitcase in the trunk, you climbed in the front seat and fidgeted around, taking in the leather interior. He slid in the driver’s seat and started the car, zooming out of the parking lot with his eyes focused ahead of him.

“So, you’re a famous artist now or something?” you matched the joking tone, but you were very curious, his family didn’t have a lot of money. You noted his expression darken for a slight moment as he chewed his lip, considering his answer.

“I’m not Fountain Park’s answer for Picasso if that’s what you mean” his dark expression had disappeared and his light, joking manner was back, you opened your mouth to ask another question, but he quickly cut you off.

“Hey, before you interrogate me anymore can I ask about New York please, big shot?” He gave you a quick pleading glance and a toothy smile, you obliged and started to talk about your life in another state, but you weren’t going to let this drop and you were sure he knew that too.

You humoured him and spoke animatedly about college and your friends and he listened intently, smiling as he watched you talk so passionately.

“You’d love New York Steve, you really would” you mused, you had relaxed into the seat now and watched his side profile as he reacted to your words, you could always imagine Steve loving New York.

“I really think I would, couldn’t get on board with the Mets or Yankees though” he made a face and you laughed, it was nice to see he was still passionate about his baseball.

“Hey, we should make the trip to see a Cubs game while I’m back” You suggested excitedly, his face darkened slightly again, and you saw as he clenched his jaw for a millisecond, but you caught it. He plastered on a fake smile.

“That would be fun Y/N” he agreed, but you knew it was fake so you decided to push.

“Well, you’re like the biggest Cubs fan I know, you must know when the next game is?” you continued as you pulled out your phone, his knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Oh God, Y/N I haven’t been to a Baseball game in years I couldn’t tell you” He chuckled but he was lying, you could tell as the laughter didn’t quite meet his eyes, you scowled slightly and typed furiously on your phone for a few seconds.

“Hey, would you look at that, there’s a game next weekend” your voice was sugary sweet and full of fake excitement, he sighed slightly as he rolled his neck.

“Y/N, I can’t next weekend” he answered weakly, you both knew it was a lie and it seemed he had stopped trying to hide it, you crossed your arms over your chest and huffed.

“Are you going to tell me what’s actually going on?” you snapped slightly, and he sighed, he used his free hand to massage his temple, he took a few moments before answering.

“There’s a lot going on that you won’t understand, I don’t want to put you in harm’s way so that’s why I say this but we can’t be seen together, Y/N” His voice was stern but his tone was slightly sympathetic, his words didn’t clear anything up for you however, just confused you further.

“What on earth are you talking about?” you questioned, narrowing your eyes at the tense man, who didn’t take his eyes off the road, with both hands now back on the wheel, his face was disturbingly stoic.

“Y/N, I’m part of The Commando’s” his voice was steady and quiet, he didn’t look at you for a reaction, keeping his eyes fixed on the long highway in front of him, you processed his words and flopped back against the leather seats.

“Is that it Steve? Don’t you think you’re being a bit melodramatic” you breathed out a laugh as relief washed over you, he was just part of that silly gang, besides your fathers were in opposing ‘gangs’ and you two were friends growing up, so why would it be different now. This time he did take his eyes off the road to look at you, his eyes were wide, and his nostrils flared.

“Y/N you haven’t been here you don’t know what its like” He snipped, rolling his shoulders as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

“It’s just a silly gang Steve” you mumbled pulling your phone out to occupy yourself for the rest of the journey home.

“It isn’t a silly gang, Y/N. People are being killed, there’s millions of dollars at risk, there’s an influx of arms and drugs making its way around the town, it’s bad Y/N. I’m not sure if you remember but your family were no, they are Moretti’s. We’re seen together and that means serious harm for the both of us” He snapped suddenly, his raised voice made you jump and you considered the fact he might be right.

“What, so you deal drugs now?” you asked in disbelief, the blacked-out BMW making more sense now, he was tensed up.

“There’s certain parts of The Commando’s I don’t agree with but they protect me, protect my family from being shot in the street by your god damn uncle Jack” he was speeding down the highway at this point and you briefly realised you must have been going above 100MPH, his voice was hostile and you felt hurt he decided to blame you for the actions of your family.

“I have nothing to do with that gang or my uncle and if I remember rightly didn’t one of you kill my father” you accused coolly, it was a weak accusation and you both knew it because in all honesty if you met the man that killed him you’d probably shake his hand.

“I know, Y/N I’m sorry it’s just that Jack, he’s running The Moretti’s and its ruthless out there, he’ll stop at nothing to take us down and everything is fair game which is why I want you to stay away from me, if they find out we’re friends I don’t want to begin to imagine what they’ll do.” His voice had softened slightly as he shot you a sad smile.

“My uncle wouldn’t hurt me” you protested weakly, although you didn’t know at this point, and judging by the look on Steve’s face he didn’t either.

“I didn’t mean just your Uncle Jack; all the Commando’s know who you’re related to” he spoke his words very carefully however they still made you panic as you realised the seriousness of this situation.

“Are they going to hurt me?” you chewed down on your lip as you tried to scoff at the question, making it seem like you were unbothered by it but you both knew that wasn’t the case.

“If you don’t provoke anybody then they’ll leave you alone…I’ll look after you as much as I can Y/N. I won’t let The Commando’s hurt you” Steve didn’t know if he could follow through with that promise, but he intended to try his hardest to keep it. You relaxed slightly, Steve made you feel safe and you believed him.

You looked out the window to process the information that had been given to you, you still had so many questions, but you didn’t think you even wanted to know the answer to them. You felt saudade as you drove past all the familiar landmarks of your childhood, in this context nothing had changed, but you had a feeling everything was different now.

Steve pulled to a stop outside your house, it was a large house in a nice neighbourhood, you realised now how your dad got the money for it, luckily the mortgage was paid off before he died because he didn’t leave your mom a penny when he croaked. Steve turned the engine off and you sat in silence for a few seconds.

“My mom isn’t in danger, is she?” your quiet voice broke the silence of the car, Steve squinted at your house, the afternoon sun high in the sky.

“No, I’m not going to say every member of The Commando’s is her biggest fan but they realise what she went through with your dad, they keep their distance” he confirmed and you let out a breath, you could take care of yourself but you didn’t want any gangs giving your mother abuse because of things your asshole father did. Steve looked a little an edge and you realised that he had a target on his back just being here with you.

“Thanks for the ride Steve, I guess ill see you around?” you questioned but you didn’t know what your situation would be after this, it made you feel a pang of sadness. He looked over his shoulder quickly before embracing you in a brief hug, he slipped a piece of paper into your hands.

“Try and stay out of trouble Y/N” he joked with you but you knew there was a hint of seriousness in his words, he mimicked your sad smile as you clambered out of the car and pulled your suitcase from his trunk, you slammed it shut and caught his blue eyes in the rear-view mirror for the last time before he pulled away and sped down the street.

You unravelled the note he had shoved into your hands, on it was a number scrawled in messy writing, emergencies only the wording read, you put it safely in your pocket.

You turned to face your house, so much had happened here it had shaped you into the person you are so why did you want to turn around and run as far away as possible. You resisted the urge and pulled yourself and your suitcase to the oak front door taking a deep breath before entering, the reality of the situation setting in.

Stay out of trouble, how hard could that be?

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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Losing Control

pairing: Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes x Milf!Reader (Roommates)

concept: Control is reclaimed by you

word count: 1.5k

warnings: NSFW/18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI; SMUT, switch reader- dom, smut, blowjob, oral (fem receiving), sub!Bucky, reader wants her control back, Bucky just sweet boy and ready, power struggle

a/n: Thank you to my amazing beta @jobean12-blog

Line divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics

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A sexual experience is a motion of emotion, while desire is the lust to have control

Your silk is wielded without mercy, tied tightly to his wrists above his head, showing him you are the one in charge.

Bucky shivers as the cloth slithers over his skin, curling around his cock and spreading his legs, your eyes are warm and heavy over his skin.

Your hand rests lightly on the coffee cup as you stare at the work man in front of you. You admired your work of this poor soul dying beneath your touch and gaining control of this relationship as he did not know what he was doing.

While you undress by his side, Bucky feels his throat dry as he looks at you, and he is sure that your hands are burning him as they touch him so warmly.

Bucky moans when his body seems to be surrounded by your hands which tease his skin, or when you touch his thigh and your mouth closes around his cock.

Your touch eclipses his power.

Each tender touch that is harder than the hand that you control him with.

Bucky bites his lip and moans, he's begging to be punished and you brush his leg in a tantalizing manner.

His skin trembles at your gentle touch as his hips thrust forward as he moans softly.

Bucky's legs tremble as your hand grazes over his thigh, teasing him. He wants you to take control. Even if it means he's going to be in trouble.

Getting on your knees, pulling his shorts down farther. "Look at that! So big for me." A smug grin spreads across your face as you pump his girth at a fast pace.

It would have never crossed your mind to have the hunky god moan like a desperate soul under your touch, but that’s exactly what happens as Bucky’s eyes widen with overwhelming pleasure and a shaky moan leaves his parted lips.

The decision you make determines the direction of your life. You can choose to influence, direct and control your environment. You can decide what your life should be like. You like Bucky kneeling down in screams and kissing the ground under your feet.

During your business trips, you decided you were not at home as much, so you decided to rent out a bedroom.

Having him come looking for a new place to live when he was new to town, and you having to place an advertisement for a roommate to watch over your house, the universe blessed you with him.

You thought all was under control, but he made your life the chaos of wanting something more.

Move Your Body, Shape Your Future

His slogan every time he motivated you to workout with him. Every drop of sweat streamed down your body as he lightly pushed you while working out.

It is not today that you are going to exercise your body and shape your future in his meaning. Today, you are going to exercise his body and shape his future for the most precious workout that anyone can offer him. It is you.

A smile flutters across his lips if he tells you to put a little more pleasure into your weight during your workouts. He convinced you to turn one of your rooms into your own personal gym.

You lost control of yourself that night because of how his muscles looked like they could surround you and stretch you apart.

You can’t help but think about that night, the night that changed everything.

Your eyes were drawn to his face, but his cerulean eyes were cast down to your pussy. They were filled with wild hunger, making you feel intoxicated, just the way he cast his hungry and lust-driven gaze at you making you even wetter.

His mouth descended upon you with his hands clasped tightly around your thighs, determined to leave marks on your soft skin.

A gasp of surprise-filled your lungs at the wet, hot feeling of his mouth on your throbbing pussy.

It wasn't the sloppy, wet assault you were expecting.

As Bucky's tongue traveled up and down through your folds on either side, he pressed his thumb over the nub of your folds. A rush of pleasure moved through you as he touched the tips of your folds.

The man knew how to use his tongue, and this must have made him the best personal trainer. The tongue understood the languages of orgasms coming from your mouth, the way your body was relaxing in freedom from stress.

In the world of business, most women in power never have the luxury of de-stressing themselves. They work and work and meet and meet, and it was exhausting even to take a day off to relax at the spa.

If you knew you could get this pleasure right at home, you would get goosebumps whenever you were around Bucky, who was using his tongue to ease the strenuous workout, and you were giving in to him.

The lips of the man surrounded you in a slowly tightening circle, tantalizing and promising new delights to come as they danced in pleasure all around you. You looked up to the ceiling, grateful to the gods for this man.

"Aahhh...ahh...Oh my God.!" you cried. "That feels so good, Bucky."

"Anything to help you relax, love," he said as he raised his mouth from your body, hot puffs of his breath making you clench around nothing

You felt waves of pleasure sweep over your body as his tongue spread between your lips and plunged into you. He was greedily lapping at you; you grabbed his luscious dark hair on the back of his head and closed him against you, and his mouth continued to move faster and harder.

You were going to come. God, you wanted it. You hadn't seen a man make you come this way in so long. You felt a surge of energy rising within you.

He pulled back at the last minute. You gazed into his eyes, and he stared back. His face was screaming that you owned him. You panted, and your heart rate spiked like a sprinter.

"That was amazing. I never thought you could?"

He grinned.

"I, uh, had a few tricks for my special clients. I can pay rent like this if you like."

As you grabbed the back of his head to pull him to you again, you whispered, "Let’s add some more payment."

Although Bucky loved tasting you, he resisted. "No," "My tongue, my rules on how I pay. I want something else" He grinned and stood up.

Your admiration for Bucky's control over himself and you was apparent. Standing tall over you, muscular and lean. And Bucky's long, hard man's cock pointed straight at you, between your legs.

"Flip over," he said.

"What?"

"Flip over," he said again. "I want you now but flipped over."

Bucky, its pleasure was even better, the strong hands on your hips, the thick shaft rocking in and out of you, your breasts bobbing back and forth beneath you, and the high-pitched moans oozing from deep within you.

In his masculine baritone, Bucky moaned, too, although it sounded a little bit like a bearish growl.

You may lose everything you possess except one thing, your freedom to decide how you will act in any given situation. This was the power you lost when Bucky took control over you to the extreme of moans and sex.

He let out a moan of delight, leaning back against the bench, eyes closing. You suddenly engulfed him in your mouth, savoring the sensation. As you gaze up at him, it seems you have no gag reflex.

You bobbed your head back and forth, sucking him at your own pace and resting your arms on his legs; his moans grew louder.

Though he was a personal trainer, you were training him in pleasure.

The moans only grew in intensity as he gripped your head harder in his gloved hand, making you move faster.

"I'm gonna... Cum..." Bucky cried in between moans as you continued your work. His hips stuttered wildly with every drag of your tongue on his skin, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lost himself in the pleasure.

He released his grip on your head; you took him as deep as possible, watching his face contort in pleasure as he squirmed and bucked under your touch.

A throaty moan came from him, releasing into your mouth. You hummed as you swallowed everything.

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geminixevans-stan · 2 years

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Hello. It’s me, your adorkable sis wife. Just wanna say yay for 2K I’m glad I could be of service. Ready for more pornstar!Ari by the way I miss him a lot lol

Also, this mans is peeved at you and is asking you to kneel so he can reprimand you for being a bad baby girl.

Okay I love you bye bye

This picture is sinfully rude sis wife... But you're right, daddy is a teensy bit mad.

Pairing: Mob!Sebastian Stan x Female Reader

Words: 962

Warning: 18+ Minors Dni, mentions of murder, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut (fingering, spanking, choking)

I do not consent to my works being plagiarized in any shape, form, or fashion.

“Leave us,” is the first thing you hear after being brought into his office. The look on his face was unreadable but, you knew you were in deep shit. You were a firecracker when he met you and that wasn’t gonna change.

He knew that when you weren’t afraid to put a bullet in his shoulder. Knew then that you were gonna be his and how right he was.

Which is right now, he knew his firecracker better have a good fucking reason why you just ruined the biggest deal that he could have made.

Joining forces with the Renner family would have been the talk of the town, making him the stronger of the two. No one would have even dared to try him then.

Sebastian watched your stoic frame. Blood still spattered at the top of your dress — blood that belong to the head of the Renner family.

He knew there was a good reason. Hell, he knew the reason before you even stepped foot out the house, alerting security a little too late.

The silence was deafening as Sebastian leaned against his desk, crooking his ringed finger at you to come closer. There were a few things that command you. Your body and him. He owned your body and she listened whenever he called to her.

You wasted no time making your way over to him. You didn’t even dare try him tonight, not after what you just did.

“Dragosta mea… îngenunchea (Kneel)”

Your kneels feel right where they belonged — at his feet. The only man you would ever kneel for. He more than earned that right over and over again. Sebastian showed you what being his meant in more ways than one and in return, you gave him everything.

His steel-blue eyes, lowered to yours, his perfect lips set in a thin line. Sweet little firecracker you were. But only for him. How could he be mad at you? Not when you looked like pure sin. But there were rules and his baby girl broke the ultimate one.

Never interfere in Daddy’s business…

And you interfered at the highest level.

It wasn’t normal for him to be mad at you and there wasn’t much you could do to get yourself out of whatever punishment was about to be given. To test the waters, you poke your bottom out just a little bit, earning a growl and a strong hand around your throat.

You gasp in his hold, now eye level with his piercing eyes, “Nice try Dragostea mea. Don’t fucking try it,” he says squeezing the sides of your throat a little tighter.

A smile spreads across your face, showing that you weren’t sorry for a damn thing. Sebastian huffs, letting you go and straightening himself back up.

“What’s my number one rule baby?”

With a slow tilt to your head, you recite his rule word for word, “Never interfere in Daddy’s business.”

Sebastian cups your face with one hand, prodding your lips open with his thumb as you happily wrap them around the thick digit.

He hums contently, “That’s right and you did that didn’t you?” you nod pathetically, swirling your tongue around his thumb, hearing that noticeable hitch in his throat and watching a tent form in his slacks.

His eyes darken instantly, removing his thumb from your lips and wrapping his hand back to your throat, and pulling you up roughly. To say you were turned on was an understatement. The minute you put a bullet through that double crosser’s head, the thought of what your daddy was going to do had you wetter than ever before.

Sebastian could smell the arousal the moment your knees hit the floor. He knew you weren’t remorseful for a damn thing.

And why should you be? You were only protecting his legacy. Little did you know — He was so fucking proud of his girl. But rules are rules.

Sebastian slides his other hand up the front of your dress, slipping past the drenched material finding your aching clit, swirling his fingers around the swollen bud.

You falter, leaning into his touch as he keeps your neck taut, making you look at him, “I know you’re not sorry Dragostea mea.”

You shake your head from side to side, “Not. One. Bit. D-daddy”

He turns your face to the side not letting up on bringing you to the edge. You feel the warmth of his breath first and the heat of his tongue sliding up the side of your face.

You shudder, feeling the pleasure bloom in your core. You’re close.. So… close.

Sebastian adds more pressure, swiping your clit back and forth, “How many bullets did you use my love?”

You lean your head against his, your breath coming out in short spurts, “S-six, Daddy. Two in the chest and head, one in each hand.”

He crashes his lips to yours, slipping his tongue over yours as he speeds his fingers up. You knew better than to come but the sweet release was near. You both growl into each other’s mouths, letting him win this battle.

Your breath quickens, he knows you’re close. If you thought he was going to grant you something so easy…you knew better.

Sebastian snatches his hand from between your legs, laying a harsh smack to your ass when you let out a whine.

You were so…. Close.

He gives you a grin that you knew too well, “Well my love, it’s only right to edge you six hours then? One bullet equals an hour,” You try to protest but he lands another smack to your ass, “I got all night, Dragostea mea. Go to Daddy’s palace.”

At the mention of that place, your scramble away from him and towards the door.

“Oh and firecracker? I’m bringing some help…”

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sissi2d · 10 months

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Instead of being asleep I’m thinking about a fic in which Bucky is a virgin male omega that had to start very early in the adult film industry in order to support his family.

Enter Steve Roger, seasoned alpha p*rn star, who very diligently shows Bucky the ropes… the only thing is that… once Bucky is ready to start performing with other fellow actors, Steve gets all possessive and finds any excuse to be the one who Bucky performs with.

🤤🥴

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ellerosie2332 · 2 years

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Sebastian x sister reader

They’re on set because Seb invites her from time to time and what’s their on set because of separating / social anxiety of meeting some of the new cast, the anxious tics that she has get the best of her and Chris finds her having a panic attack with a tic attack combined in Seb’s trailer whilst looking for Seb as he’s needed on set. He finds Chris trying to calm her down and has to intervene as he knows how exhausted and how much it takes out of her, but he does have to use her meds to help her relax a little more but it’s basically pure fluff and brother x sister bonding

Hopefully this makes sense I hope your okay too

Sending love 💕

Separation Anxiety

Sebastian Stan x Sister!Reader

(A/N: I have combined two asks for this as I found them really similar and the plot would be the same if I wrote them as separate fics. Thank you for the requests though. This isn’t my favourite one but I loved writing it and I related it to my own anxiety. I also added in a method my therapist told me to use, which really works for me. - Ellen)

Word Count: +1.1k

Warnings: Reader has severe anxiety.

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For as long as you could remember, you suffered from anxiety. With all the moving around you, your brother and your Mom did when you were little, you found it hard to be away from either of them. Sebastian never made you feel bad for constantly being around him. When you and Seb got to be adults, everyone expected your dependence on Sebastian to decrease. But it didn’t.

Sebastian became an actor and you wanted to become an author. When Sebastian traveled, you were able to go with him. This pleased your mother as she knew that you would be safe with Sebastain especially with your anxiety.

Soon enough, Sebastian got a job on Gossip Girl. Most of the cast loved you and understood why you were always around. Even if there was a problem, no one ever mentioned anything to you or Sebastian.

As Sebastian’s career furthered, he took you with him. People would rarely find you without Seb or Seb without you. When Sebastian got cast as Bucky Barnes, no one was more excited for him than you. He brought you to almost every set he was allowed to with the exceptions of when the location was secret.

The sets were incredible. It’s not often that people are allowed on big sets if they don’t work there, but your brother Sebastian and the producers came up with a deal. As long as you signed an NDA and followed their rules, they would allow you on set whenever. You became friends with a lot of people on set and they all included you as if you were a member of the cast.

One morning you decided to go to the set of Infinity War with Seb. You had been working on your book for the entire week and hadn’t gone in a while. You had been feeling cramped all week, sitting at your desk, in the temporary office in the rented apartment you and Sebastian were sharing. You didn't want to admit it to Seb but you had been struggling a lot that week.

You knew he had a lot on his mind and there was a part of you that didn’t want to bother him. He had helped you deal with your anxiety since you were kids and a part of you didn’t want to burden him.

You both got onto set and Sebastian had to go to wardrobe almost immediately. You weren’t too bothered about what Seb was doing though. Your editor needed a new chapter by the end of the week so you had plenty to keep you occupied until Sebastian had finished filming. The more you were writing the more stress you were feeling.

You were struggling to find inspiration. Your ideas seemed rubbish and you were honestly struggling. Deciding that you weren’t going to write anymore for the time being, you got up to go for a walk. You remember from the first day Sebastian brought you to set, which parts you were allowed in and which parts you weren’t. You walked around the ‘village’ of trailers and tried not to think about your book.

Realizing that you’d been gone an hour, you thought it best to head back. The only problem was you couldn’t remember the way.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around and tried to retrace your steps but you could feel your anxiety creeping up on you. It had been about fifteen minutes and you still didn't recognize your surroundings. You felt your chest tightening and sank to your knees behind a random trailer. The only thing you could think of was the sheer panic that was currently running through your body.

You didn’t know how long you were sitting there for but you could distantly hear a voice in the background. You couldn’t recognize the voice so you didn’t look up. The only thing you could think about at that point was how much you needed Sebastian.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” You barely react as you don’t know who it is talking to you. You feel a warm hand on your knee. That action has you jolting your head up quickly to see who is in front of you.

It doesn’t take long for you to recognize the person as Chris Evans. You relax slightly knowing that he isn’t going to hurt you but still remain having the panic attack that you are struggling to come down from.

“Y/N, I need you to breathe for me.” Chris told you. You saw him get out his phone and send a message before shoving it back into his pocket and returning his focus to you. “I need you to open your eyes for me and tell me five things you see.”

You did as he said and told him five things that you could see. He then told you to say four things you could hear, three things you could smell, two things you could touch and one thing you could taste.

By the end of it you were absolutely exhausted. It soon became obvious that the person Chris had messaged earlier was Sebastian as he came rushing over to where you and Chris were now slouched against a trailer.

Chris quickly stood up and moved out of the way to allow Sebastian to sit next to you. Seb quickly pulled you against him and you felt yourself relax completely. You could hear Sebastian and Chris talking to each other before you saw Chris walk away.

“Did you take your medication this morning?” Seb asked you when he felt you breathing normally again. You were silent for a moment while you thought back. You realized that you had missed your dose of medication this morning. You had been thinking so much about the book you needed to write that it had completely slipped your mind .

“Umm.” You mumbled quietly.

“Y/N.” Sebastian said sternly.

“It’s just that my editor wants this next chapter ready by the end of the week and I have not finished it yet.With everything it just slipped my mind.”

Sebastian just sighed.

“Okay, let’s get you back to back to my trailer and you can take the rest of the day off. I have finished all my scenes for today so we can go grab something to eat.”

You nodded in agreement. “I’m sorry Sebastian.” You apologized. The last thing you wanted to do was disappoint your brother.

“You don’t have to apologize Y/N/N. You have a lot of pressure on you and I know things have always been hard for you.” Seb smiled as he gave you another hug before helping you stand up.

For the rest of the day Sebastian made sure you were alright and he even helped give you inspiration for your book. You were really lucky to have Sebastian as your brother.

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barnesboo1967 · 1 year

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Dating Bucky Barnes Headcanons

He would never want to fight with you after all his years of fighting

If yall do fight he comes and makes up within an hour

Would be like a koala at night

If he has a nightmare he is laying on you, but if you have a nightmare he pulls you to him no matter what even if he is dead asleep

Try his very hardest for you no matter when or where

He never wants to hurt you and if he does he is distant for a day at least

Nat or Steve has to knock some sense into him cause you know not to approach him first or he would shut down

Is very old school with how well he treats you but knows how to also treat you by today's standards

Will bring you flowers on the first date and take you dancing but will stay home and clean while you work and come with you to protest

Keeps a list of all your favorite things in his book and you have no clue

Sets out his favorite snacks, anything you need, and his hoodies when you start your period

Will watch any of your favorite shows with you and will cuddle with you the whole time you are on your period

Wants to take you on a date every week and if he doesn’t he tries to make it up the next week

You and he switch who plans the date every week

He tries not to but can't help to be all over you all the time

Everyone in the tower hates it

Calls you every night when he is on a mission without fail

Will let you do his makeup and paint his nails

Will punch anyone who says anything about it

Yall are always watching a show or movie that he’s never seen and he gets so into it

For the finale of a show, he makes a whole night of its decor and food included.

More will be added

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josephines-simps-fics · 2 years

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Secret relationship** pt.2 Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

How It feels to be replaced*a. Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter! Teen! Avenger! Fem! Reader, Avengers x Fem! Stark! Teen! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Teen! Stark! Avenger! Reader (kinda setting up a Father-Daughter bond)

How It feels to be replaced pt. 2*a - Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter! Avenger! Reader, Bucky x Fem! Stark! Avenger! Reader, Avengers x Fem! Stark! Avenger! Reader

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Study Hard*f - Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

The Switch pt. 1*a pt. 2*f pt. 3*a - Pairing: Avengers x Teen! Avenger! Fem! Witch! Reader, Peter Parker x Avenger! Fem! Witch! Reader

Loki

Not so sweet sixteen (special birthday fic) - Pairing: Avengers x Teen! Fem! Reader, Loki x Teen! Fem! Reader (strictly platonic)

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Daddy Daughter Dance*a Avengers x Potts! Pre teen! Fem! Reader

Sneaky Sneaky*f Avengers x child! Fem! Reader

How It feels to be replaced*a Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter! Teen! Avenger! Fem! Reader, Avengers x Fem! Stark! Teen! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Teen! Stark! Avenger! Reader (kinda setting up a Father-Daughter bond)

How It feels to be replaced pt. 2*a - Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter! Avenger! Reader, Bucky x Fem! Stark! Avenger! Reader, Avengers x Fem! Stark! Avenger! Reader

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Snowball fights and bets*f Peter Maximoff x GN! Reader

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Study Hard Brutasha (Bruce and Natasha) x Fem! Adopted! Daughter! Teen! Reader

Daddy Daughter Dance Tony Stark x Step Daughter! Pre teen! Reader

How It feels to be replaced pt. 2*a - Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter! Avenger! Reader, Bucky x Fem! Stark! Avenger! Reader, Avengers x Fem! Stark! Avenger! Reader

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Violent pt. 1 *a - Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Adult! Daughter! Fem! Reader, MCU cast x Adult! Stan! Fem! Actress! Reader, Tom Holland x Fem! Adult! Stan! Actress! Reader (platonic)

Sebastian Stan

Violent pt. 1 *a - Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Adult! Daughter! Fem! Reader, MCU cast x Adult! Stan! Fem! Actress! Reader, Tom Holland x Fem! Adult! Stan! Actress! Reader (platonic)

Violent pt. 2 *a - Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Adult! Daughter! Fem! Reader

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Kiss *f - Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Fem! Co-star! Reader

Tom Holland

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Birthday H.C. - Tate Langdon x GN! Reader

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Birthday Surprise - James March x GN! Reader

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lipstickbisous · 3 years

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a seb stan dad headcannon please? we just gotta know 😫

i think about dad!seb so often and it does things to me. again, i used google translate so correct any mistakes!

papa - s.s.

SUMMARY: a headcanon for sebastian as a father!

WARNINGS: nothing too bad, mentions of pregnancy, anxiety, fluff

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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your pregnancy had literally been a rollercoaster of emotions, but especially for your husband. seeing your stomach swell with his kid was heart-warming and reassuring and hot but it was also terrifying.

9 months of this? no, thanks. seb was more impatient than ever--when you approached the end of your third trimester, he'd be frantically asking "did you feel anything?" and "is it happening?" every hour.

he would definitely be the type of husband who would watch over you like a hawk--he'd cautiously plan your meals and the nutritional values, he'd map out different workouts and every other day you'd take a mile walk around your neighborhood.

when your water did break, i don't think sebastian would notice it. he'd still be oblivious to the panicked look on your face and would just pass you the bowl of fresh popcorn, eyes completely fixated on the movie you'd picked for that night.

"honey," you spoke warily, arching a brow as your hand flew to your bump. "i don't think i need popcorn right now..."

and still, he wouldn't notice. maybe he'd laugh at a funny scene and respond, "cravings? what is it, love, we don't have anymore chocolate mil-" and just then his eyes would turn over to you, noticing the darkness of your pants and the puddle forming in the couch cushions

soon enough, the popcorn would end up spilled over the floor and he'd scoop you up in his arms, carrying you to the car. he'd run back into the house to retrieve the duffel bag you'd packed for this day. and he speeds past all of the limits to the hospital, it's a miracle you weren't pulled over.

you'd be in labor for about 14 hours total, and waiting 5 five hours to dilate completely would take its toll. you leaned over furniture, lied in bed, occasionally would try to rest in the bathtub, but the contractions were never-ending. it was torture for sebastian to see you like this. "it's all for him." you'd remind your husband, only to hoarsely yell from a new cramp.

"or her." he'd correct you, quick to be by your side and aid you to the hospital bed.

and finally

it was here. everything you'd been waiting for for 9 months. it had been painful and sebastian had been extremely impatient, but it was becoming clear what the purpose of all your sleepless nights and restless days was.

sebastian could've sworn you broke every fragment and bone in his hand. somehow, giving birth gave you an entire new strength he'd never seen before. but watching your child be born was beautiful and absolutely horrifying. he got to see it like he was in first-row and nothing--nothing--was ever going to wipe that from his memory.

you'd be asleep for at least 10 hours, occasionally being awoken by nurses checking in or to get up and use the bathroom. you'd look over to see sebastian snoring away on the couch

and after you wake from your long rest, the sight is enough to make you cry.

it's extremely cold and the air is dry in the hospital room, so sebastian has a thick, wool, blanket wrapped around himself and you find he must've placed one on top of you at some point during your nap. you can't make out what he's holding at first, but his eyes are looking down at a bundle of something in his arms. he's got a smile played out on his lips and it's almost like nothing else in the whole world matters.

and when the cloudiness in your hearing disappears, you can just barely make out what his voice is saying in a hushed whisper.

"atât de perfect." so perfect. "și sunteți cu toții ai mei." and you're all of mine. "a noastră și a nimănui altcuiva." ours and no one else's. "mama ta te iubește foarte mult." your mother loves you very much. "a muncit atât de mult pentru tine, așa că o iubești înapoi, bine?" she worked so hard for you, so you love her back, okay? "dragostea mea în toată lumea, într-o singură persoană." my love in the whole wide world all in one little person.

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teebarnes · 3 years

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I Am Definitely In Love | Sebastian Stan x Reader

| Word Count: 600

| Summary: You are Sebastian's secret not so secret girlfriend that everyone is always asking about, especially on Sebastian's live-steams.

| Warning(s): Just pure fluff ballzzzz

A/N: I'm slowly getting back into the hang of posting again (wrote this a while ago, but I think I got this idea from tik tok maybe?). Also, this is me posting fics I wasn't too happy with but didn't want to waste the writing hehe... Enjoy!

All mistakes are my own, please do not repost, copy or translate my fics; all writing is my own.

Today, Sebastian was on a spontaneous live stream, something he would randomly do when he felt like it. His fans especially love his live streams and often ask about his girlfriend, knowing full well that he has a girlfriend; that question never shies away from the conversation. He set his phone up on the coffee table, so he didn't have to hold it.

Sebastian is going through all the comments saying hello to people in different countries. Scrolling through, he notices frequent comments like "where is your girlfriend?" Or "Can we see your girlfriend" and also "how is she?" All the while reading them out loud as he is on the live stream. You quietly chuckle to yourself as you're scooped up on the couch in front of him snuggled in one of his oversized hoodies watching the T.V. "I don't know actually, I should ask, shouldn't I?" He winks to the camera.

He looks up to you as your focus is on the T.V and your favourite series "How are you today, my love?" He asks; your focus on the T.V stops, and you carefully turn your head to him, both of you smiling at each other. He awaits your response as you make a serious face trying to give a genuine answer. He loved that about you; you thought a lot about things, and when you thought a lot, you gave the most meaningful answers.

However, today you smiled back at him, giving him two thumbs up with your hands before turning back to watch your show. You didn't want to reveal your voice as you knew some people would notice who you were, so that was your short answer.

He chuckled at you before looking back to the live "ah huh… well, she gave me two thumbs up, so I am assuming that she is super good" he looks back to you as you nod agreeably. He laughs before scolding back through the comments, "HE IS SO IN LOVE"… "awe oh my gosh, I hope they last forever"… "look at the way he smiles when he is with her" the comments continued, which made Sebastian blush more "thank you guys for all the kind comments" he laughed "I'm sure she appreciates them as well". He leans back into his chair, talking more and interacting with the fans.

An hour later, he is finishing his live stream…

He looks up to see you softly sleeping on the couch, snuggled in his hoodie with your face covered. He looked back to his phone, beginning to whisper, "alright guys, well that's the end of today's live.. I'll see you all next week. Thank you for joining me", stopping the live stream and closing Instagram, he quickly opens up the camera app. He takes a few photos of you snuggled before shoving his phone into the back of his pocket.

Sebastian wraps his arms around you, kissing you all over your face softly, "cmon baby, let's head to bed" your eyes slowly flutter open, smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck. He picks you up, carrying you like a koala "alright if that's how we're going to sleep", he laughs softly, walking the pair of you to your bed. He lays you down softly, taking his shirt off.

He hops in behind you. You unconsciously take the oversized warm jumper off, throwing it to the floor. He wraps his arms back around you, pulling you closer to his chest before kissing your cheek "goodnight, love", he smiled, pulling the blanket over the pair of you. "Night night", you chuckled before falling back to sleep in his arms, holding them in yours.

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bbbb-barnes · 6 years

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Look After You - Bucky Barnes X Reader [3]

Summery; Bucky Barnes discovers his sister is still alive and finds comfort in the endearing nurse that cares for his dying sibling

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Word count; 4336 (long one oops)

Warnings: Blood (In the first italicised part) angst and swearing.

I’m loving writing this so if you’re enjoying it please let me know, if you want to be tagged i’ll add you my requests are also open. Enjoy!!!

June 6th, 1941

The early evening orange sunset painted the whole makeshift army base in a decadent amber hue, various soldiers milled about, jostling with each other, playing cards and swapping pictures of their dames, cigarettes hanging out of their mouths as they did so. The air smelled of gunpowder and sweat and the atmosphere was relaxed, Bucky kicked his legs up and rested them on the upturned crate in front of him crossing his arms behind his head turning his face towards the setting sun, enjoying the warm feeling as it danced across his skin, he let his eyes lazily fall close as he concentrated on the Vera Lynn song crackling through the old radio nearby, he let himself relax like this for a while, it was a rare peaceful moment amid the chaos of war. A large figure heavily stomped in front of him, blocking the sun from his face and making him frown. The robust man in question gruffly cleared his throat and Bucky’s eyes flitted open. “Sargent Barnes, some mail has arrived for you” The soldier saluted with one hand and the other clutched a white envelope. Bucky waved him away signalling him to stand to attention, he did as he was told. “Thank you, Meyers” Bucky took the letter off him and gave him a quick salute, after returning the gesture Meyers stomped away. Bucky sat up and rested his elbows on his knees studying the letter, he knew straight away it was from Rebecca the slightly childlike writing was a dead giveaway and caused his face to break into a grin. These were the only letters he paid any mind to, he received many from different dames he had spent spontaneous nights with in various cities and countries in a pathetic bid to combat the loneliness of war, he always left them with promises to write back but he never did, he didn’t even open their letters. He shook those thoughts from his head and ripped open the letter, nostalgia and homesickness punching him in the gut as he saw his sisters familiar scrawl.

Dearest Bucky,

I miss you very much, Brooklyn is not the same without you. News of your death has reached the town and mama is very upset, she doesn’t get out of bed anymore, not even to take me to school or answer the postman and all we ever do is cry cry cry cry cry and cry. Why have you left us Bucky? I can’t do this on my own. We need you here. I told you not to go. Why have you left me?

Suddenly thick, deep red blotches fell on to the letter with a loud, wet slapping sound blurring the ink, Bucky sobbed in shock horror, choking and gasping as the blood coated his hands, falling from his head, sliding down his face and mixing with the tears as the liquid deteriorated the letter into nothing, until he was holding on to nothing, until there was nothing. Red everywhere, blood everywhere. He screamed but no sound came up, he screamed for his mama, he screamed for his home, his eyes were heavy, and he was so tired he just wanted to go home, and he screamed for his sister, for Becca. He never got to say goodbye.

You jumped up with a start, hands scrambling over your bedspread trying to ground yourself. Your hair was stuck to your forehead with sticky sweat and your breathing was sporadic and heavy. Just a dream, it was just a dream. You sat in your mess of blankets letting yourself calm down for a few seconds. You couldn’t shake the dream, it was so vivid and so real. You rubbed your face, which was stiff with dried tears, you had been crying. You let out a sad sigh and your heart ached for Rebecca and for Bucky, for a situation that you yourself didn’t fully understand but knew you had a role to play in bringing these two people back together, you were in too deep, but you didn’t care. You grabbed your phone which you had carelessly thrown on the bedside table to check the time, 7:28am two minutes before your scheduled alarm, you pulled yourself from the warm cocoon that was your bed and padded barefoot across the wood floor of your bedroom, your bare feet arched slightly as they came into contact of the cold kitchen tiles, you grabbed Rufus’s food from the side and shook it before pouring it messily into his blue food bowl. You flicked the kettle on and leaned against the kitchen sideboard waiting for it to boil and absentmindedly looking out of the window that overlooked the grey, rainy New York morning, your mind wandered to Rebecca, as it often did these days and you mentally reminded yourself to call and check in later. Your stomach dropped as your eyes fell on the eyesore that was Avengers HQ and the reality of the day ahead hit you full force, the nightmare had distracted you for a while and you didn’t know which thought process you preferred.

After you gulped a large, scalding cup of coffee down, took a quick shower and blow dried your hair in to lose waves you stood in front of your open wardrobe with your hands on your hips, towel wrapped tightly around your body as your freshly dried hair flowed down your back. You needed to look like you had your shit together, you had to look like you had enough money to invest in Stark industries when in actual fact you had to live off instant noodles for the past week while you waited for your pay check to come through. You pulled a black long sleeve blouse out of the wreckage before surveying in and throwing it on to a discarded pile in the corner of the room, you did this with a few items of clothing before getting frustrated and flopping down on the bed with a sigh. That’s when you saw the skin tight, high waisted, knee length pencil skirt, pushing all of your insecure thoughts to the back of your head you slipped it on with a flowing white blouse tucked in, against your better judgement you unbuttoned the top two buttons, letting a slight bit of cleavage show, you slipped on some black stilettos and decided to put some make up on, you needed to look like you came from money, not from 4 hours sleep. After you were finished you looked in the mirror, the makeup helped you look less dead, your eyelashes were curled to perfection and before you could second guess yourself you smeared some red lipstick on and took a step back from the floor length mirror that hung on the back of your bedroom door. You felt sexy, you felt dangerous, you felt like you could take on the world never mind Tony fucking Stark. You savoured this feeling, it was rare, but you liked it.

“What do you think, Rufus?” You asked opening your bedroom door dramatically and strutting out, your heels clicking against the hard wood floor, catching the attention of the chubby cat who looked up at you bewildered, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this either it seemed. You grabbed your bag, an umbrella and your white name badge, clipping it on to your blouse. You had toyed with the idea of using a fake name but that was after 2 glasses of wine on a Wednesday evening and you quickly discarded that idea come Thursday morning.

The 5 minute walk to the tower was spent with you running through your carefully constructed (you thought of it last night) idea in your head. Clock the ladies’ bathroom as soon as you enter and when you were far enough away you would ask to use the bathroom, head in the general direction and when nobody is around to stop you, make a break and find Steve Rogers. Simple. Easy. Your confident persona was starting to slip as you strode down the wet pavement, you rounded a corner and audibly gulped. There it was, in all its shiny, expensive lavish glory. You stopped for a second, taking it all in scanning the entrance where two beefy security guards stood eyes darting around the various people milling around the entrance. After a deep breath and a mental pep talk you held your head high and walked straight up to building, pushing the heavy, glass doors and stepping into the warm reception area. Whoever said confidence works was right, the security guards didn’t even give you a second glance. Inside was it was sparkling clean, marble floors, glass walls, a sweeping staircase took up one side of the room and various lavish couches were dotted around, a few men in suits occupied them and a huge marble curved desk with a large obnoxious A emblazoned on the front took up the whole back wall, you checked your watch 9:26am, 4 minutes early. You walked up to the front desk, heels clicking on the marble floor catching the attention of the receptionist and notifying her of your arrival, she was a young, pretty girl with dark hair pulled into a high pony tail. It looked like it was giving the poor girl a headache. She gave you a wide smile showing off pearly white teeth.

“Hi! How can I help you?” She chirped, bright eyes giving you a quick once over. You smiled back at her “I’m here to see Tony Stark, for the investors tour” you replied coolly tapping your name badge, her eyes followed, and she read your name and quickly started typing with her brows furrowed.

“Mr Stark is running a little late, he’ll be here in a few moments if you’d like to take a seat” she pointed a perfectly manicured finger over to a plush leather sofa. You nodded silently at the young woman you walked swiftly over to the seating area and sank into the leather, trying to find a way to sit without looking awkward, you settled with crossing your legs over each other and practising your poker face trying your hardest to not look overwhelmed.

“Rich and beautiful, a lady after my own heart” The sound of an obnoxious male voice bellowed through the reception and you snapped your head towards it. Dissenting the large staircase with incredible grace and confidence was Tony Stark. Head to toe in a pristine suit, tinted glasses were perched on his nose, his hair groomed to perfection. He had his arms outstretched towards you as he approached and you stood up quickly, smoothing down your skirt and plastering on a wide, incredibly fake smile. You saw him give you a long once over, not trying to hide it, you had to visibly stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Good morning, Mr Stark” you greeted, pulling his attention back to your face, you gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Good Morning, Y/N” he greeted back, squinting slightly to look at the name badge you had been provided in the letter confirming your place, he extended a ring clad hand and you took it, shaking his hand swiftly, without saying anything else he began to stride ahead, climbing the stairs he just came from, gesturing you to follow. Your brow furrowed in confusion, you were supposed to be in a group. You hurried behind him, heels clicking on the floor as you struggled to keep up with his long strides.

“Um, Mr Stark, where is the rest of the group?” you asked as you finally reached his side, climbing the last few steps and trying not to seem as out of breath as you were. He stopped at the top and turned to look at you.

“As much as I love the sound of Mr Stark coming from your mouth please, call me Tony, and change of plans it’s a one on one tour now, my favourite kind.” He said that last part with a wink and carried on walking down the very overwhelming hall ways. Shit shit shit, you suddenly felt sick, this wasn’t going to work one on one. This wasn’t part of the plan. Your eyes darted around nervously as you walked and you were aware that you were surrounded by high tech machinery, lab equipment, weapons and vehicles, you tried not to look like a child as you ogled at your surroundings all concealed by tall glass windows, your heels clicked loudly as you followed behind Tony. He led you into a large office, which homed a large, shiny oak desk, a full bookcase and a full glass wall, looking out over New York. He settled in the large office chair behind the desk and gestured for you to sit opposite him. You smiled and perched on the edge of the seat as you crossed your legs. Without taking his eyes off you he retrieved a intricate, crystal bottle of what you assumed was Whisky. He poured two, expensive looking whisky glasses and pushed one over to you with a wicked grin. You kept your eyes trained on him as you threw it back, it burned like a bitch, but your head was swimming and you needed to think of a plan, it all felt too real now, your chest felt tight and your hands were clammy.

“Rich, beautiful, not much of a talker and you drink whisky. Marry me?” He teased before sinking his glass and refilling them both, you drank it in one mouthful again, just because you didn’t know how to reply, you smiled at him expectantly, willing him to get to the point.

“So, lets cut the bullshit. Everybody knows what’s in here, a quick google search will do that for you” he paused to sip his drink and you raised your eyebrows at his confidence. “You don’t need a tour and you want to invest, who wouldn’t?” He asked, taking another tentative sip and leaning back in his chair, if you weren’t so nervous you’d be impressed.

“I think you’re going to have to do better than that Mr Stark. I want to see where my money’s going” you clasped your clammy hands together in your lap and he filled your glass again.

“You see where its going every day sweetheart, you see how much profit is in these walls just by walking past, I’m a busy man I don’t have time to show you everything” he refilled his own and held It up to you, he was insanely relaxed, you sipped your drink this time, attempting not to wince at the burn.

“If you think getting me drunk is going to help your cause, you’re wrong” you stated flatly, trying to buy some time. He threw his head back and laughed, loud and obnoxious.

“Worth a try” He chuckled, finishing off his drink and stretching his arms behind his head, looking at you over the top of his glasses.

“Can I use your bathroom?” you blurted out, at a loss for things to say and needing to pull yourself together. He sighed and sat up straighter.

“Just down that hall way, then take a left” he pointed in the direction of the east corridor and you stood up quickly, feeling a little light headed, hoping he didn’t see your slight stumble you hurried out of the room and down the looming corridors heading in the direction he pointed. You took the left but strode straight passed the bathroom, seeing an elevator at the end of the corridor you hurried into it, there were too many buttons and none of them made much sense, so you jammed a few hoping they would take you were you need to go. The elevator dropped quickly, and you gripped the hand rail for balance, it stopped abruptly and opened up into a dingy, large garage filled with various shiny sports cars, you figured you wouldn’t find Steve here, so you pressed another random button and the elevator jolted to life and shot upwards. The pristine steel doors shot open on to what seemed like a communal living area, the place seemed slightly lived in cushions askew on the large sofa, a sweater was thrown over the side, the large TV was on playing a movie you didn’t recognise, the place opened up with a lot of natural light and had a large kitchen in the corner with all the gadgets you could name, this place was nice. You stepped out and the elevator zoomed away again, you suddenly felt very uncomfortable like you were in somebody’s personal space. Despite everything in your head telling you to flee this place, you softly walked down the corridor connected to the large communal area. There were multiple closed doors lining the carpeted hall way, the doors were numbered and had high tech looking locks on them. You reached the end of the corridor and stopped at a large, glass wall that loomed over a huge gym, this seemed like a very high tech facility. Your eyes scanned the floor and did a double take when you noticed a figure in the corner you didn’t see upon first inspection, you put your hands either side of the glass to get a better look at the tall, hunched over figure sat on the bench in the corner of the gym, he had his hands clasped together and dark, long hair covered his face, in a instant his face snapped up and his icy blue eyes met yours, you audibly gasped and stepped back quickly, his eyes made your blood run cold, you knew those eyes, you had seen them before. His face was emotionless and he was just staring into your eyes and you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his, you felt grounded to him In this moment, and nothing else seemed to matter and you don’t know how long you stood there staring at him, staring at Bucky Barnes.

“So how exactly did you acquire your fortune again?” a hard voice came from behind you and you yelped in shock spinning around and pressing your back against the glass wall, looking at you visibly irritated was Tony Stark.

“My parents?” you tried with a small smile, but you knew you had been caught, he raised his eyebrows at you and snatched the tinted glasses off his nose with a large sigh, he started walking and gestured for you to follow, you quickly obliged. He led you to the communal area and pointed at the sofa, you sat down timidly, he loomed over you.

“Okay kid, just so you’re aware this place is heavily armed, try anymore funny business and I can obliterate you in two seconds” he started in a warning tone and you visibly cringed, he continued without waiting for an answer.

“You couldn’t stop your slack jaw from falling when you saw the most basic tech, you winced when drinking expensive whisky, which went straight to your head, you’re nervous as hell and you’ve gone walk about in my tower. So, unless you have a really good excuse you need to leave, like now.” He stepped closer to you, so he was literally leaning over you, giving you a hard stare with a quirked brow almost begging you to question him so he could use all the weapons he’d been boasting about.

“I need to see Steve Rogers” you blurted out and he looked visibly unimpressed, pinching his nose with his thumb and forefinger, shit you couldn’t think of anything better to say.

“We’re just letting crazy fangirls in now, right get out” he stepped back and gestured towards the door, you stood up and took a step towards him, a pleading look in your eye.

“Please, its about Bucky, its important” You looked into his brown eyes and he scoffed at you.

“Barnes, really? leave now” He grabbed his phone and put it to his ear, tapping his foot. In a fit of confidence you pushed his phone out of his hands, you weren’t getting this chance again and if you couldn’t say you did everything you could then you couldn’t live with yourself, he looked at you like you had just fucking shot him.

“Did you really just- “he started to shout but you cut him off.

“Look I need to talk to Bucky or Steve okay, its serious it’s about Bucky’s sister it about Rebecca, she’s alive but probably not for much longer, I shouldn’t have come in here like this and I’m sorry but I’ve tried everything else and I don’t know what to do but I promised I would help her so PLEASE” you gushed, squaring up to him, you felt a lump form in your throat because you had gotten this far, he couldn’t turn you away now, he looked bewildered but before he could speak, a heavy set blonde man you had only ever seen in pictures emerged from the corridor, he planted himself in between you and tony and looked down at you with intense blue eyes.

“Becca’s alive?” he asked firmly, and you just nodded violently.

You threw the pictures down on the table, one you had printed of you and Becca last thanksgiving, old pictures of Bucky and his family and letters from Bucky to Rebecca. You were sat around the large table in the kitchen area with Steve and Tony. You had apologised to Tony, but he still seemed wary of you, staring at you through yellow tinted lenses constantly. Steve just looked through the papers you had given him with his brows furrowed.

“I promise you, I’m telling the truth” you had blurted out your story when Steve told you that you had five minutes to explain yourself and you jumped into the story, assuring them you had proof too. Tony looked to Steve with apprehension who looked up from the letters and sighed.

“This all checks out, what can I do?” he asked, eyes on you and you felt your shoulder sag with pure relief.

“Well, she’d love to see him, to see both of you. I just didn’t know with um Mr Barnes’ situation” you trailed off awkwardly not knowing how to refer to it. Tony laughed, Steve cringed. Steve raked a hand through his short hair and thought for a few moments.

“We could just bring her in here we have top of the range medical facilities, it makes sense” Tony announced, he sounded bored as he leaned back in the kitchen chair, the thought made your heart drop.

“No, that’s not a good idea, I’ve been caring for her for years, you want to take a dementia patient out of her home a shove her in a sterile facility where she doesn’t know anybody? its cruel” you protested quickly, the thought dawned on you that these two men could override your decision in a heartbeat, it scared you. Tony narrowed his eyes at you, opening his mouth to defend himself before Steve quickly interrupted.

“You’re right, let’s set up a meeting, ill come with him and you’ll be there too. If anything goes wrong I can control Bucky, if you can handle Rebecca” his face was sombre, this was probably a hard situation for him too you realised. You nodded and felt a weight lift off your shoulders, you weren’t sure how the meeting would go, but you did all you could possibly do to help, and you felt accomplished at that thought

“Thank you, Mr Rogers she… she never got to say goodbye and it kills her, this means the world” you thanked him sincerely and his eyes softened a little.

“Please, It’s Steve and you really care about her huh?” he asked with a small smile as his eyes fell onto the old picture of Bucky and Rebecca, outside their childhood home.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t” You answered honestly.

“So, you’re a nurse?” Tony asked disbelieving still staring at you, you broke into a grin without thinking and his mouth quirked a little at you. “No, don’t make me smile I’m still mad at you” he announced pointing at you before getting up and leaving. “I’m sure I’ll see you around, Florence Nightingale” he called over his shoulder as he stepped into the elevator, he sent you a wink before he zoomed off and Steve breathed out a laugh.

“Sorry about that” he apologised slightly awkwardly, hands fiddling with the pictures.

“Don’t be, I’m the one that lied my way in here” you laughed slightly, and he joined in as you stretched your arms. It had been a long day.

“Tomorrow” Steve said abruptly, before you could question anything he continued “Buck’s had a few good days, ill talk to him about all this and if he’s up for it, we’ll stop by tomorrow is that okay?” he looked a little nervous at the thought and to be honest so were you, you wanted it to go well but they were both very unreliable, unpredictable people.

“Tomorrow is good, we’ll see how it goes” you reassured, and he nodded satisfied with your answer.

After scribbling your number down for Steve, insisting he keep the photo’s you brought and a slightly awkward hug, you clicked out of the building, stopping to give Tony an overenthusiastic wave when you saw him on the way out, which he returned with a middle finger. It was warmer out and you walked home slowly, you couldn’t help but feel enthusiastic about tomorrow, you called up Becca on the way home, who seemed confused so you didn’t mention Bucky but you felt better for talking to her, after saying your goodbyes you rounded the corner to your apartment block, you realised two things, you needed more friends your age, and you were going to meet Bucky Barnes tomorrow and of all the things you should think of him, all the preconceived notions you should have, all you could think about was him and how excited you felt about seeing him again.

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