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rachaelswrites · 3 days ago
Bad Week
Sebastian Stan x Daughter!reader
Word Count: 1,376
Requested By: @maximeevansblog
The reader ( me ) is the daughter of sebastian stan, the reader had a tough week, end when she  comes back from school, and she has a fit and her dad asks what is your problem, and she tells him everything,  and the following Day, they have  a daddy- daugther Day
A/N: I hope you enjoy this!
This whole week was just plain awful. You went into the week in high spirits, but once Friday rolled around, you felt like you got hit by a train. Anything and everything that went wrong did. You bombed a test, forgot homework, tripped up the stairs, and had multiple pop quizzes in your classes. On top of that, your dad’s schedule was crazy at the moment and he wasn’t able to help you through it. He’d be home for an hour, just enough time for a meal and a quick talk before he’d leave and not come back until you were asleep. 
He initially thought you were angry with him Friday afternoon when you came home, slamming the front door behind you and throwing your bag onto the kitchen table. He watched as you walked past him, ignoring his open arms waiting for a hug, and went straight to the couch, flopping down and covering yourself with a blanket.
“No hug for me?” he asked, walking to you and crouching in front of you, “You’re that mad at me?”
“I’m not mad at you,” you huffed, pulling the blanket off your head.
“Then why are you upset Y/n?” he asked, concern in his eyes. 
“Because,” you said, not wanting to tell him about your week. It was bad enough you had to live through it once, you didn’t want to retell it to him. 
“Because why?”
“Because,” you said again, a little harsher this time. 
“Because!” you shouted at him, throwing the blanket off of yourself. You jumped up from the couch and tried to walk away but Sebastian stood up and grabbed your wrist gently. 
“Y/n what has gotten into you? If you’re upset you tell me,” he said, his voice a bit raised. He was trying to keep his voice calm but he hated when you got angry with him like this. He knew it wasn’t your fault and you needed to work through something but he also knew that you were open with him and told him everything. 
“Nothing,” you snapped, pulling away from him. You took a step from him and crossed your arms over your chest. You were trying so hard to show him how upset you really were. You knew he had a tough week himself and probably wouldn’t want to hear how awful your’s was. 
“Sounds like it’s a little bit more than nothing,” he responded, crossing his arms over his chest, copying your stance. He watched as the frown on your face faltered a bit. He was attempting to make you laugh, maybe even smile a bit, “What’s wrong prinţesă” he asked, hoping he broke your walls down a little. 
You shook your head. You knew if you opened your mouth, tears would start falling and they wouldn’t stop.
“C’mon,” he coaxed, opening his arms for you. You were a sucker for his hugs and he knew they got you every time, and they did. 
You walked towards him and into his arms, tears rolling down your face. He wrapped his arms around you tight, moving one of his hands to your hair, gently brushing through it. You told everything that happened to you that week and he listened. He felt horrible that you had a bad week and even worse that he wasn’t around much to help you.
“I’m so sorry sweetheart. I wish I wasn’t so busy this week,” he said. He pulled away from the hug and cupped your face in his hands, “Is there anything I can do now to help?”
You shrugged, “I just want to spend time with you dad,” you mumbled, looking up at him. 
“We can do that,” he watched as a small yawn escaped from your mouth and he chuckled, “Maybe not right now though. You seem tired.”
You nodded, “I am.”
“How about you go shower, change into some pj's, and go up to bed. We can figure out what we’re doing tomorrow,” he kissed your forehead before letting you go, “I love you Y/n. Go get some sleep. 
“I will. Love you too dad,” you turned and went upstairs, doing exactly as your dad said. 
Sebastian was tired himself, having a busy week of work, so he went up to his room and showered, changing into more comfy clothes before climbing into bed. Before he let himself fall asleep, he started planning things for tomorrow that he knew you two would enjoy. 
After a well earned twelve plus hours of sleep, you rolled out of bed and got dressed, excited to spend the day with your dad. Even with his busy work life, he still had at least one day off a week and dedicated that day to you. He would turn off anything work related and focus all his attention on you. 
You came downstairs and Sebastian was already up and dressed, his back turned to you until he heard you coming down the steps, “Good morning prinţesă” he said. 
“Good morning dad,” you said, walking towards and kissing his cheek, “What are you doing?”
“Making breakfast,” he said, motioning to the food laid out on the counter.
“Can I help you?”
“Sure,” he slid a bowl of fruit over to you and a knife, “Wanna cut those up for me?”
You nodded and took the bowl and knife, grabbing a strawberry and popping it into your mouth, earning an eye roll from your dad, making you giggle. He reached over and turned on the speaker, automatically connecting to his phone and playing music. He started dancing while he finished prepping the french toast. You got into the music as well, dancing alongside your dad. 
Eventually, the two of you forgot about breakfast until Sebastian spun you quickly, making you knock into the bowl that had the mixture for the french toast. It fell to the ground, covering you in the process. 
“Sorry,” you said, already trying to clean it up. 
“I got it sweetheart. Go change. I’ll just order us something,” he took the paper towel from you and started cleaning off the floor. 
You nodded and went back upstairs, changing into new clothes before throwing the other ones in your laundry basket. You went back downstairs just as your dad was getting off the phone from the food place.
“It should be here in thirty minutes,” he said, setting down his phone, “What do you wanna do till then?”
“Can we finish our dance party? I was having a lot of fun.”
“Sure,” he said, sticking out his hand for you to take, “Just try not to make a mess this time.”
“That was not my fault,” you said as you took his hand and he pulled you towards him, “That was yours.”
“No it wasn’t.”
“Yes it was.”
The two of you continued your weird and silly dances until there was a knock on the door. You ran over to the door and opened it, picking up the food and taking it inside. After all that fun and dancing, you were starving. You expected your dad to be in the kitchen, getting plates and silverware but he was nowhere to be found. Being the best daughter ever, you grabbed the food, two plates, and two sets of silverware before going into the living room and seeing what your dad had done. 
“What’s this for?” you asked, setting everything on the coffee table. 
“For our father-daughter day,” he motioned to the small blanket and pillow fort he constructed, already stocked with plenty of snacks to last the whole day. He pulled something out from behind his back, handing it to you, “Thought we could watch this too.”
You took it from him and gasped, “The whole Harry Potter movie set! You think we can watch them all in one day?”
“We can certainly try,” he grabbed breakfast and made himself a plate before climbing into the pillow fort, leaving you some room. You got yourself food and climbed into the fort next to him, after starting the movie. 
The two of you spent the whole day in the pillow fort, watching the movies, eating, laughing, and talking. It was definitely a much needed father daughter day after the rough week you had.
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sapphireplums · 3 days ago
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬
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Description:  Enemies to lovers. Bucky never had a liking to you, no matter how you acted towards him, but those thoughts changed overtime. You and Bucky share a daughter named Annika. Bucky starts to become protective when he finds out his daughter has a boyfriend. That boyfriend happens to be Peter Parker. PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARISE ANY OF MY WORKS.
Warnings: none, all fluff :)           
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader ll Dad!Bucky Barnes x Daughter!OC
Word Count: 1755
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Bucky always thought the idea of having a family was never going to come when HYDRA took away his time of living an authentic life. 
But it was different when he met you. 
You were an assistant who worked for Tony Stark in the Avengers Compound and one day when Bucky came over with Steve, his eyes landed on you. He hasn’t seen someone like you before and he was very intrigued. 
At first, he was never nice to you. Bucky would ignore and try to avoid you because he was scared that getting too attached to someone will give him a liability on something. Also, he still didn’t trust himself with new people. 
Staying overnight at the compound, you heard soft voices in the kitchen. 
There stood Bucky in the kitchen, with his head in his hands, grabbing his hair tightly in frustration and anger.
“Mr. Barnes, are you okay?” When you said this, Bucky whipped head and got in a stance the Winter Soldier would usually do. He was caught off guard, knowing he usually senses when people sneak up on him. So he was shocked when you were able to catch him off guard. 
“What do you want?” Bucky was not in the mood. His tone of voice had annoyance and grogginess laced in it, evident that he probably didn't want to talk. But you pushed yourself forward with courage and decided to talk to him anyway. 
“You okay? You seem a little annoyed about something.” You knew his current movements were the actions of the Winter Soldier and you could tell his nightmares were the reason why he was awake at this late hour.
“You keep having nightmares, aren’t you? You can lie all you want, but you’re not going to fool me.” Bucky was surprised to see you were able to read him so quickly. The only person who was able to read him like this was Steve, so he was on edge when you read him well too. 
Bucky stood up and walked closer to you,  slowly tracing your body up and down, wondering how a person like you can know so much about him. Perhaps he was paranoid, but the Winter Soldier side to him said otherwise. 
He decided to keep an eye out on you to make sure you weren’t working for HYDRA or any other secret services that could be a threat to him. In all honesty, Bucky didn’t mind spying on you since he genuinely did want to know more about you, but his negative thoughts overtook his real emotions.
The next morning was awkward and the first thing on your mind as you woke up was Bucky. You weren’t sure why, but you had a gut feeling that something was going to happen today. 
Going out for your daily morning jog, you put in your AirPods and ran your routined route. Having the cautious instincts embedded in your head, you sensed someone was following you. Already knowing who it was, you stopped by a bench at the park and sat there. 
“I know you’re here, Bucky, just come out now.” Slowly, Bucky popped his head out of the bushes and cautiously walked over to you. There wasn’t anyone at the park since it was super early in the morning, so you didn’t have to worry about making a scene. 
Standing in front of you, was a tall Bucky. So tall, he was able to block the sunlight from your face. 
“I want to know how you were able to read me so easily.” Bucky had a stern and intimidating tone in his voice, making you sink in your seat slightly. 
“Well, I used to have nightmares like you and I would always go to the kitchen to get-”
“Milk,” you and Bucky both said at the same time, making you guys look at each other, smiling slightly at the telepathic thoughts. 
There was an awkward silence between you and Bucky and the sounds of birds chirping made it a little more comfortable. 
“You know, you don’t always have to be on edge, at least when you’re with me. I understand there are moments where you will have these stressful moments, but if you ever need anything, I’m here for you.” 
Bucky couldn’t help but feel a small smile tug the edge of his lips which was something he rarely did. Reassurance coming from you made Bucky feel happy as if he was back in the good times of the 40s. 
✧·゚: *✧·゚*:·゚✧*:·゚✧·゚: *✧·゚*
After the first time, you met Bucky, the two of you have gotten closer over the years. Pretty much inseparable, Bucky was the one to make the first move and he asked you to be his girlfriend. 
Of course, over the times you hung out with him, the feelings you had for Bucky enlarged. 
Not too long after, Bucky proposed to you on one knee at a beach. It was one of the most amazing moments of your life, finally figuring out who you wanted to spend it with and that man was James Buchanan Barnes. The 100-year-old super-soldier who chose you instead of anyone else in the world. 
You always asked yourself how did you get so lucky to find an amazing man like Bucky. After a busy day at work, Bucky would bring you a bouquet of flowers and would also order your favorite foods to make sure you were happy and comfortable when you got home. 
But you always told Bucky having him as a husband was already enough for you. 
However, you and Bucky were expecting your first child very soon. The Avengers were already arguing about who should be the “main” uncle. It was already clarified with Natasha that she would be the aunt and Wanda would be the older sister. 
✧·゚: *✧·゚*:·゚✧*:·゚✧·゚: *✧·゚*
“Mom, I’m going to school now, I’ll be home late since I’m going to be hanging out with Peter,” your daughter, Annika, said walking downstairs from her room. 
Annika’s boyfriend was Peter Parker and she only told you that they were together. She never told Bucky because being the protective father he is, Annika already knew he would just say no to everything. 
“Okay honey, but make sure your father doesn’t hear, or else he’ll go ballistic.” When Annika had her first boyfriend, Bucky went all Winter Soldier mode on him, which scared him shitless. 
You kept trying to reassure him that Annika was growing up and she would eventually have a boyfriend, but Bucky was still in denial about the fact that his daughter will soon go away from home. But Annika would always be his little girl. 
“Make sure dad doesn’t find out about what?” The super soldier hearing really didn’t help in this situation. 
Bucky came down the stairs and gave you a kiss, the same kiss he always gave you ever since your first date. 
Annika looked at you for a second before looking back at Bucky. She decided she would tell Bucky what she was going to do after school. 
“Dad, I’m going to be hanging out with Peter after school.” Bucky’s eyes widened, not wanting his daughter to hang out with another boy after her ex-boyfriend. 
“Annika,” Bucky said in a warning tone. “You know how I feel about you going out alone especially with what happened with your ex-boyfriend.” 
“Come on honey, let’s let her out this one time. Peter is a good kid, I’ve met him before.” Bucky looked at you, wondering why you weren’t on his side.
“Fine, you can hang out with him, but I will be watching on a rooftop, so don’t do anything stupid.” You rolled your eyes playfully at your husband and Annika just laughed. 
“Okay, guys I have to go to school now. Bye parents I love you.”
“Love you too,” you and Bucky said at the same time. 
Once Annika left the house, Bucky immediately turned to you and tried to convince you to actually let him go out and spy on the kids. Typically, Bucky would only say that he would “watch over her from a building” to scare her, but the urge to actually do this was high for Bucky. 
“Bucky, no, she’s a teenager, she’s allowed to make her own decisions now.” Bucky sighed in defeat, knowing his daughter would have to grow up someday. 
“Remember the first day we met? You were working for Tony and Steve just brought me to the compound.” Bucky reminisced on the good memories he had of you. 
“Yes, I remember that all too clearly. That same night you had a nightmare and got all paranoid because I read you so well.” The old memories made you smile at the thought of them. 
“And look where we are now. A happy family and I’m a grateful husband with a sexy ass wife and a gorgeous daughter. Life can’t get any better.” 
You have been keeping a secret from Bucky and he could read it off your face immediately. 
“What? What’s wrong, babydoll?” 
You smiled and took in a deep breath before telling him the good news. 
“I’m pregnant. We’re going to be having our second child, Bucky.” The look on Bucky’s face was indescribably hilarious. The pure excitement expressed on his face made you happy to see.  He caressed your cheek gently with his metal hand. Over the years, Bucky became comfortable with the metal arm since you kept reassuring him that you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. 
“We’re having a second kid!? Baby, that’s amazing oh my god.” Bucky leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss, grabbing your waist closer to his. 
He kissed your forehead before putting his hands on your stomach, talking to the unborn child. 
“So, does this mean you will go easy on Annika and Peter?” You asked hoping Bucky would eventually become more lenient. He gave you a look and shook his head no. 
“Oh hell no, that Peter kid is going to get it sooner or later. That kid better watch his back.” 
“Fine, but go easy on him because he really does seem like a nice kid.” Bucky nodded slightly before smiling brightly once more, figuring out his second kid is on the way. 
“I love you so much, doll. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Smiling sheepishly, you gave Bucky another passionate kiss before responding. 
“I love you more, Sergeant.”
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marvelousbucky55 · 4 days ago
Story ideas!! Tell me what one you like more
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Sebastian Stan X Evans!reader
You are Chris Evans younger sister and while on set with Chris you meet his friend, you slowly fall in love with him, bus Chris doesn’t approve, do you continue talking or do you stop?? (Sorry I’m horrible at explaining things)
Chris Evans x daughter!reader
You are Chris Evans daughter but before you could even remember things he had to give you up for adoption 15 years later, you come back in his life again
Tel me what one you like most!!
Posted (5/4/21)
May the 4th be with you
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rachaelswrites · 6 days ago
How about the dream team where the dog notices something wrong with the reader and won’t stop barking until Chris and Seb walk into the room. (It’s crazy what dogs can detect)
Oh gosh! I missed writing for this chaotic duo so thank you for sending this in!! Reader is about 12/13
Anytime both Chris and Sebastian were in L.A, they tried to meet up and hang out at least once. Most of the time you were with Sebastian so you went along and knowing how much you loved Dodger, Chris always invited you and your dad to his place. You and Dodger could hang out while the two men could hang out.
Since you weren’t in town long, as soon as you touched down, you were heading to Chris’s house. You hadn’t been feeling well the last few days but you didn’t want to alarm your dad and have him cancel his plans for you. You mad edits to eat and drink water and you figured that would be enough.
Once you got to Chris’s, Dodger was excitedly waiting for you at the door. You two ran into the living room while Chris grabbed him and Sebastian drinks and went outside to the backyard.
After an hour of playing with Dodger on the floor, you started to feel worse. Your head was pounding. You knew Chris kept pain meds in the bathroom so you stood up from the floor but you started to feel nauseous and dizzy, only making it to the couch and collapsing on it.
Dodger ran over to the couch and nudged your face was his nose. You pushed him away gently and rolled over to face him, “I’m okay Dodgey,” you mumbled.
He sat down next to you and started barking and barking until Chris and Sebastian came back into the house.
Chris had been trying to tell Sebastian about a new project he was working on but he couldn’t get more than five words in before Dodger kept barking and barking. Not knowing what you two were up to, both men went inside to see what was happening.
Once he entered the living room, Sebastian could tell something was wrong. Dodger was sitting at your side while you were laying on the couch. He quickly walked over to you and sat on the couch, “What’s wrong baby?”
“My head hurts and I feel dizzy and I think I’m going to throw up,” you whined, another wave of pain in your head hitting you. A small whimper escaped your lips so your dad moved closer to you and out his hand on your head, brushing the hair off of your face.
Sebastian quickly turned to Chris, “Hey can you-“
“Already on it,” Chris said, going upstairs to the bathroom. He was going up to get some pain meds, a washcloth, pillows and blankets for you. He even grabbed an extra set of clothes for you he kept in case of emergencies.
He came back downstairs to see you curled up Sebastian’s lap and Dodger right next to him, his head rating on you.
“Thank you,” your dad said, taking the meds and washcloth from him. He had already grabbed a glass of water for you and handed you the pills so you could take them. He then moved the washcloth to your forehead and held it there for you, “Try and get some sleep okay Prințesa,” he kissed the side of your head as you nodded and closed your eyes.
“Did you know she wasn’t feeling well?” Chris asked him, sitting in the arm chair across from the couch.
Sebastian shook his head, “I had no idea. She doesn’t normally get this sick so quickly so it’s been going on for a few days,” he explained.
“Well, at least we have Dodger to thank. Without him, we wouldn’t have known,” Chris replied.
“Thank you Dodger,” Sebastian said to the dog next to him, petting him on the head.
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multifandomwriter · 6 days ago
Broken Bones
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x daughter!Reader
Request: You are an actress starring in Infinity War with your dad, Sebastian Stan. One of your stunts goes wrong. - @maximeevansblog
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: broken bones, passing out
“Sweetheart, look at me. You’re going to do fantastic” your dad’s voice brings you out of your thoughts.
You looked over to meet your dad’s worried gaze. You tried to take a deep breath and focus.
Today was your first day of filming for Infinity War and you were beyond nervous. To make it even worse, your first scene was a stunt scene.
Your dad didn’t have to film any scenes today, so he made it his goal to keep you relaxed.
“But what if I mess up?” You asked, still being paranoid.
He shook his head. “Everyone messes up. It’s part of the job. What if you mess up and it helps you realize something amazing about your character. Mistakes aren’t always bad” he told you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.
Your makeup artist finished your makeup, and you got ready to walk to set. Your dad stayed with you the entire time. You got to set and you were greeted by the Russo brothers.
“You ready?” They both asked you, and you nodded your head. You got ready to shoot scene, and then you heard “action”
You started the fight scene with your partner. It starting going well. You were beginning to forget about your worrying, when you heard a loud popping sound.
You fell to the floor.
Your dad was next to you in a second. “Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked you. You winced as you felt the sharp pain in your ankle.
You cradled your ankle in your hands. “It really hurts. I can’t move it” you muttered, trying to take deep breaths.
Your breaths were shaky.
“Where are the medics?” Your dad called out, scooping you up bridal style. He walked you over to where the paramedics were standing with a stretcher. They were always on set in case someone got hurt.
They quickly looked at your ankle. “It looks broken. We’re going to have to go to the hospital” one of the medics said, pulling the stretcher towards the door.
You dad held your hand and gave it little squeezes to try to calm you down. It wasn’t working.
You were completely panicking. You started to hyperventilate, feeling overwhelmed.
They brought you into the ambulance, and you started to feel light-headed.
You lightly tapped your dad’s hand, trying to get his attention. “I feel like...gonna pass out” you mumbled.
His eyes widened. “Just focus on my voice, okay?” He asked you, but you could already feel your eyelids drooping. Before you knew it, everything went black.
You opened your eyes and squinted at the bright lights. You saw your dad sitting beside you. He had a worried expression, but it looked like he was trying to hide it.
“Hey sweetheart? How are you feeling?” He asked, softly. You simply gave him a weak smile and shrugged.
“You broke your ankle, and they said you passed out from the stress. So, unless you’re in pain, we can go home” he said, holding your hand. You nodded, and he helped you up out of the hospital bed.
He pulled the wheelchair next to the bed, and helped you get into it. “Everyone on set has been worried about you. They’ll be happy to know you’re okay” he told you, as he wheeled you out of the room.
He went to the front desk, where he filled out some paperwork for you. He brought you out to the car, and drove you home.
“Home sweet home” you said, as you walked into your apartment on your crutches. Your dad walked in behind you.
“I’m going to go change into some more comfortable clothes” you told your dad, heading to your room.
When you came back, he had set a stool up next to the couch for you to prop your leg up on. “Dad, you don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine” you assured him, even though you knew it wouldn’t work.
He shook his head no. He helped you sit down and then took your crutches from you. “Do you need anything?” He asked, handing the remote for the tv.
“Can you get me some ice cream? It’s in the freezer. Pretty please” you asked your dad. He chuckled and headed for the kitchen.
Even though you were an adult, in your dad’s eyes, you were still his baby girl. He always jumped at the opportunity to take care of you.
You grabbed the remote and turned on a movie to watch. Your dad came back with two bowls of ice cream.
You thanked him as he handed you the bowl. He sat down next to you. “So are the Russo brothers angry?” You asked, looking over towards your dad.
He frowned. “No one is angry. You got hurt. Everyone is worried, not mad. Just focus on getting better” he told you, giving you an encouraging smile.
You returned your attention to the movie and ate your ice cream. After you finished it, you leaned your head on your dad’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you.
Your eyelids started feel heavy. You knew it was probably the pain medication you were on. You allowed yourself to slowly fall asleep.
Your eyes fluttered open, when you felt someone move you. You saw your dad. You realized he was carrying you. “Shhh, go back to sleep. I’m bringing you to bed” he said, softly. You leaned your head back on him and relaxed again.
You noticed you were wearing your dad’s sweatshirt. He must have put it on you.
You felt your body hit your bed. “Goodnight, sweetheart” he said, kissing your forehead and covering you with the blanket.
“” You called out. He stopped in the doorway and turned around to face you. “Yeah?” He asked.
“Thank you for taking care of me today. You really calmed me down” you told him, genuinely. His lips curved to form a smile. He walked over towards your bed.
“Of course. I’m always here if you need me. I love you” he said, giving you a hug. You wrapped your arms around him.
“I love you too” you said. He left and closed the door for you to get some more sleep.
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rachaelswrites · 7 days ago
Little one getting hurt and getting the injury kissed better with baby!stan
Since the weather was nice, Sebastian thought it would be a good day to take you out to the park. You were on board so you quickly got ready and met your dad at the door.
“You ready?” He asked, sticking his hand out for you to take.
“Ball,” you said, pointing to the mini football near the door. It was one Chris had gotten you for your birthday, hoping to turn you into a future sports star.
“We can take that,” he said, reaching for it and handing it to you. He mad waits you had a good hold on the ball and he grabbed your hand, leading you out of the apartment.
Once at the park, you were all too eager to play with the football with your dad. Sebastian lightly tossed the ball to you and making sure you could catch it.
He was trying to throw it directly at you but he wasn’t the best, so he missed you occasionally. It was either sometimes too far in front or too far behind you. As long as he could see you, he was fine if you went and got it.
Your shoe became untied but neither of you noticed it until you turned to retrieve the ball and fell on the ground. As soon as you hit the ground, you burst into tears, Sebastian coming to your side.
“Hey, it’s okay baby,” he said, picking you up and setting you back on your feet, “Are you okay?”
You shook your head, showing him the small scrapes that were now on your elbows, “Owie,” you mumbled, trying not to cry again.
“You want daddy to kiss it better?” He asked. You nodded so he pulled you a bit closer and he placed kisses to both your injuries, “Better now?”
You nodded and held your arms up, wanting your dad to pick you up, “Up.”
“Okay,” he said, picking you up and placing you on his hip. He picked the football up and handed it back to you, “Maybe we should tell Chris you aren’t a sports type of person,” he joked.
“No sports!” You agreed.
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rachaelswrites · 10 days ago
Sebastian Stan x Daughter!reader
Word Count: 1,212
Requested By: Anonymous
Could you do a Stan!reader maybe 12-13 where she has to go to the emergency room for falling to get stitches or something and how Sebastian reacts and helps her after
Have a great Day🧡🧡
A/N: I know nothing about getting stitches so this is completely based off of a quick google search and Grey’s Anatomy 
Warnings: Mentions of injury/blood, hospitals, stitches (nothing graphic)
Most days in the Stan household were chaotic. Someone was always running late or missing something they needed for school or work. It was always a rush to get you out the door without forgetting a book or a certain folder you needed. Your school things somehow always ended up scattered around the living room and each morning, it was a scavenger hunt to find whatever you were missing. 
Sebastian had just finished grabbing his jacket and was expecting you to be ready and waiting for him by the door but you were nowhere, “Y/n where are you? You’re going to be late again,” he called. 
“I need to find my notebook for science,” you said, popping your head out from the living room, “I think it’s in here somewhere.”
Sebastian groaned, but set down his jacket and keys and went into the living room, “You need to keep better track of your stuff sweetheart,” he said as he searched under the couch cushions, “How do you even lose stuff so often?”
“I already checked the couch dad,” you said, “It’s not there.”
You and him looked around the house more until you finally remembered where you put it, “I think it’s on the mantle,” you said. 
Your dad raised his eyebrows at you confused, “Why is it there Yn?”
“I needed to make sure you could see the drawings for my project from a distance so I propped it up there,” you said as you walked towards the fireplace. 
“Be careful please,” Sebastian said. The last thing he needed was you to fall and get hurt. 
“I did this yesterday. I think I’ll be fine now,” you said. You were a bit too short to reach so you had to use a small stack of books to help you reach, which made your dad even more nervous. He didn’t like to call himself a helicopter parent but he didn’t want you to do anything that would get you hurt. 
He noticed as you went to reach for the notebook, one of the books was slowly slipping out of the stack, before Sebastian could reach you, the book had slipped completely and you fell from your makeshift stool. 
You weren’t crying, which was a good sign but there was a deep gash on your head and it was starting to bleed. Not wanting to take any chances, your dad had you apply pressure to the wound as he picked you up and carried you out of the apartment and to the car, and to the hospital. 
You were in the E.R’s waiting room for only a few minutes before you were being taken to a bed, Sebastian at your side. You sat on the bed and grabbed your dad’s hand. You hated hospitals and doctors and all things medical procedure related so he knew you were nervous. 
“You’re going to be fine prinţesă,” he said softly, squeezing your hand, “It probably just needs a few stitches.”
“I don’t want stitches,” you whined, “They’re gonna hurt.”
“No it’s not. The doctor is going to numb the area first. You won’t feel a thing,” he explained. He could tell by the expression on your face you weren’t buying it, “You can squeeze my hand as hard as you need to okay?”
You only grumbled in response, making Sebastian laugh a little. He had to get stitches himself a few times and knew it wasn’t as bad as you were thinking it was. 
The doctor finally showed up and took a look at your head, “It doesn’t seem too bad but you’ll need some stitches,” she said. 
You shook your head vigorously and tried to get off the bed but Sebastian held you back down softly, “Y/n you’ll be fine. I’m right here with you.”
“No,” you said firmly, “I don’t want them. I want to go back home.”
“If you don’t get them, your injury will get worse and that won’t be good. You’ll have to be in the hospital for a really long time,” he said, “Just sit down and relax,” he moved his hand that wasn’t holding yours, to your back and started rubbing small circles, hoping to get you to relax at least a little. 
The doctor came back with the supplies and she told you everything she was doing as she was doing it, “This might sting for a second and feel a bit funny,” she said as she put the numbing agent on your head. 
You winced a little, but squeezing your dad’s hand eased it a little. To try and distract you, Sebastian was talking to you about anything and everything. He even started to get into the character of the movie he was in and started reciting some of his lines, making you smile just a bit. By the time the doctor was finished, your dad had finished whatever scene he was reciting. 
“You’ll need them out in about fourteen days,” she said, “Make sure to not get them wet and just keep the area clean. If there’s any pain, ibuprofen will be fine.”
“Thank you,” Sebastian said to the doctor and smiled at her as she left, “Are you ready to go now?” he asked. 
“Yes,” you said, “I’ve been wanting to leave since we got here.”
“I know,” he responded, grabbing your hand and making sure you jumped off the bed okay. The two of you started walking towards the door and to the parking lot, “Let’s make a deal of no more climbing on books to reach tall things okay? I don’t think either of us want to be here again right?”
“Right,” you said, “Can we get food? Or ice cream please?”
“What do you want?” he asked looking over at you, “We might have something at home though. You should get some rest.”
“I want McDonald’s. Chicken nuggets and fries please,” you said with puppy dog eyes. 
Your dad thought about it for a moment and gave in. You did tough it out and get ten stitches in your head and didn’t complain too much, “Fine but when we get home, you’re either staying in bed, or on the couch with me. Gotta keep my eye on you,” he ruffled your hair a bit, “You’re a crazy kid. Don’t know what you’ll do next.”
“I get to pick the movie then.”
“What movie?”
“It’s a surprise,” you said, climbing into the car. 
After stopping for food, and then another store for snacks (which you insisted you needed) you got home and made your dad step out of the room before choosing the movie. You knew he wouldn’t want to watch it but it was your choice and he couldn’t say no. 
“Did you pick your movie yet?” he asked, stepping into the living room, food and drinks in hand. He froze when he saw your choice playing on the screen, “This one? Really?”
“Yup,” you said as you took your food from Sebastian and forced him to sit down on the couch next to you. You pulled the blanket around you and rested your head on your dad’s shoulder as his arm wrapped around you, “You can never watch too much Mama Mia.”
“Yes you can,” he said back.
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rachaelswrites · 10 days ago
Could you do a baby!stan where she is just really obsessed with Sebastians hair and just won’t keep her hands off it
For some reason, you always loved your dad’s hair. It didn’t matter if it was super long or super short, you were always sticking your hands in it and messing it up.
Sebastian had taken you to set today and he hoped that since it was early, you’d be tired and not decide to mess his hair up. He didn’t want it to be a hassle for the hairdressers when he arrived to set.
If anything, being this tired made you even more clingy to him as he held you, making his way to his trialed from the car. Your head was resting in his shoulder and your hands were playing with the ends of his hair. For the role of Winter Soldier, his hair was longer than normal, something you enjoyed.
“Why are you always messing with my hair baby?” He asked, gently taking your hands out of his hair.
“Soft,” you said, pulling your hands from him and playing with his hair again, “Weally soft.”
Sebastian chuckled at you before bringing his own hand up and feeling his hair, “Daddy’s hair is soft isn’t it?”
You nodded once before placing a kiss to his cheek, “No cutting,” you demanded.
While he wished he could keep that promise, he finished filming a few days ago and was able to cut his hair a bit shorter now. It was back to its flufffy quiff, which you didn’t actually mind.
He had the day off so Sebastian thought it would be a good day to walk around the city with you. He got you dressed and ready before carrying you downstairs and to the kitchen, where he grabbed his keys and headed out.
Once outside, you wanted to walk to he set you down and held your hand, letting you lead the way. For a three year old, you had a very good sense of direction and knew your way to your favorite places.
After a few hours of walking in parks, doing some shopping, and getting lunch, you were tired and wanted to be carried. You raised your arms up and made grabby hands at your dad, “Up,” you said.
“You want up here?” Sebastian asked, patting his shoulders, making sure he understood what you wanted. You nodded so he picked you up and placed you on his shoulders.
In order to secure yourself, you grabbed some of your dad’s hair and started playing with it. Sebastian sighed and rolled his eyes playfully before wrapping his arm around your ankles so you wouldn’t fall, “You’re going for the hair again Y/n?”
“Still soft,” you mumbled. You took a small section and tried to braid it, but it was a little short so it only became all tangly.
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Best Parts Of Him
Sebastian Stan X Daughter!Reader
Summary: As time goes by he wants you to know that he'll be with you wherever you go, you'll always be his baby girl
Warnings: breakup, that's all I think.
Song: Best Parts of Me by Will Dempsey
A/n: The Romanian is from Google Translate it might not be right... If it isn't go ahead send me a message or an ask with the correct translation and I'll fix it thank you!
Princess is spelled prinţesă and dear/darling is dragă :)
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I can still remember the first time I saw
Those brown eyes staring into mine
It was in that moment I felt a love
I never knew I would find
It's like God took my heart right out of my chest
Sebastian smiled down staring at your big doe eyes that were filled with so much innocence. He couldn't believe it, he was a dad. Not only a dad, but a dad to the most precious little thing he had ever seen. Wrapped in a pink hospital blanket, a tiny tuft of hair on your head, and most beautiful eyes he's ever seen.
"Oh bless you." He cooed as you let out a tiny sneeze. He was in love, you owned his heart now he swears. He's never loved anyone or anything as much as the little baby in his arms. "Aren't you just the most precious thing. I love you." He placed his lips onto your forehead before looking back at your face.
"I'm gonna teach you everything I know. And your gonna know Romanian. Asta e corect prinţesă." He finished in his mother tongue. (That's right princess)
And wrapped it all up in a little pink dress
And painted the most beautiful smile in the world
And topped it all of it with brown hair and curls
The day he made my baby girl
Sebastian took a deep breath before knocking on the door holding the sunflowers in front of him. He could hear giggling from the other side of the door before it was opened.
You were in your room with your grandmother before you heard the doorbell. You looked up at your grandma smiling.
"Go on." She urged. You went running out of the room giggling once you made it to the living room. Opening the door you saw your dad holding a bouquet of sunflowers.
"Yes daddy!!" You jumped up and down smiling. He chuckled.
"Prinţesă, can I take you to the daddy daughter dance?" He asked kneeling to look 6 year old you in the eye. He couldn't help but hope you'd always be this tiny little girl. His little princess.
"These are for you dragă."
"Thank you."
'Cause the best parts of me were given to you
And I hope that all of your dreams come true
And as time goes by
I want you to know that I'll be with you wherever you go
You'll always be my baby girl
"And the winner is-" You crossed your fingers and looked down at your dad who was sat in the audience. "Y/n Stan, with her dance act!" The principal announced. You smiled stepping forward.
"Here's your prize." The drama teacher came onto the stage with the prize, it was a fifty dollar toys R us gift card.
You found your way in the lobby of your school looking for your dad. He was stood next to your grandparents, holding a bouquet of flowers. You smiled hugging him.
"I won." You said proudly.
"Good job dragă."
She's as sweet as the syrup
She dripped on her dress
Won't leave the house if her hair is a mess
"Daad! It looks terrible I can't go to school like this." You said motioning to the lopsided braids.
"Hey little missy I'm trying my best." He said. "It does look pretty bad though doesn't it?"
"Yeah it does. Just pull it back up in pony tail daddy." You grumbled crossing your arms.
"How about pig tails?"
"Fine just get them even." You sassed. He gasped.
"Hey sassy mcsass I'll leave your hair like this."
"Sorry dad." You leaned up placing a kiss on his cheek.
"That's what I thought."
You should see her dancing when she thinks she's alone
Or the snap she sends me from her mama's phone
And I've made so many mistakes in my life
At least I did one thing right, my baby girl
Sebastian did his best to hold in his laughter as he watched you belting out to music. Doing a funny dance, holding you hairbrush like a microphone. He pulled his phone out and began filming.
"You held me down, but I got up already brushing off the dust." You sang along. "You hear my voice, you hear that sound."
"Like thunder, gonna shake the ground." Sebastian joined. You screamed turning around dropping the hair brush. "You held me down, but I got up." He motioned for you to keep singing. You smiled joining in.
"Get ready 'cause I've had enough, I see it all, I see it now."
"I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar." You two sang together. "Louder, louder than a lion, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar."
'Cause the best parts of me were given to you
And I hope that all your dreams come true
And as time goes by
I want you to know that I'll that I'll be with you wherever you go
You'll always be my baby girl
A scream was heard through the penthouse. Sebastian jumped to his feet running out of his office toward the sound. Almost falling a few times before he made it to the living room, more importantly by the door. He sees you a big smile on your face, hugging a piece of paper to your chest other mail scattered on the floor around your feet. He immediately felt relief seeing you okay.
"What happened?" He asked walking closer careful to not step on the other mail.
"I got in!" You said looking at him with such joy he has never seen before.
"In what?" He smiled.
I got in my dream school!!!" You exclaimed. He gasped hugging you.
"I'm so proud of you!" He said. His baby girl all grown up, leaving for college this summer.
There'll be some hard times you'll face in this life
Just say the word and I'm by your side
And all those bandaids and heartbreaks and days that go wrong
You'll never face them alone
Sebastian was confused, you had been away at college for about three months, it was November now. He wasn't expecting you to come home until Thanksgiving, but you called him told him you'd be home for the weekend and staying during Thanksgiving break. He didn't know why though. You told him you were having a Friendsgiving with your roommate and some other friends you made at college this weekend then you'd start heading down the next morning. Though you called him Friday and told him you were on your way. So Saturday morning he was up and watching for you to get there.
"Dad?" You hollered walking into the penthouse. He came around the corner frowning when he saw you. What looked like dried tears on your cheeks and his old college hoodie you stole from him when you were 7, a clear sign you were sad.
"Dragă? What happened?" He immediately brought you into a hug. You broke, you tried all night to stay strong but here you were. You never could stay strong around your dad.
"H-he broke up with me." You choked out. He knew who you were talking about, your boyfriend Kevin. You and Kevin had been dating during senior year of high school and decided to try to take a chance at long distance.
"Oh prinţesă." He mumbled.
"He met someone new!" You cried. "I wasn't good enough."
"Hey. No, you don't talk about yourself like that." He pulled away putting his hands on your shoulders. "Ești perfect, frumos, nu vorbești rău despre tine! A intelege?" You knew he was serious when he broke out the Romanian. It was rare for him to talk to you in Romanian, it was more common for you two to talk to your grandmother in Romanian but it was only pulled out for you when you were in trouble. (You are perfect, beautiful, you don't speak ill of yourself! Understand?)
"da tată." You responded hugging him again. Your dad always could make you feel better. (Yes dad)
'Cause those best parts of me
Will never leave you
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
And if there comes a time
When I'm not around
You know where I'll be found
My baby girl
My baby girl
My baby girl, oh
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A/n: I love this song, I found it on tiktok and think it's beautiful. Also, I think I perfected the songfic? With it in bold and italic while also indented. What do you think?
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sapphireplums · 16 days ago
*✧・゚𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x daughter!reader
Warnings: Bucky being a protective father hehe
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Bucky being the amazing father he is, lets you do almost whatever you want.
With boundaries of course.
He has always been protective of you and that’s no doubt.
So when he found out you had a date, he went ballistic.
“You have a date?! Y/n, what did I say about dating at a young age?”
“Dad come one, you used to be a ladies’ man back in the 40s you should be helping me with this stuff.”
It was true though.
Bucky used to tell you all about his days back in the 40s where he would pick up girls all the time or where they would go to him.
And when you saw Bucky flirt with Leah and Sarah, you knew Bucky still had the flirtatiousness in him.
So you would assume he would help you.
It was different with his daughter.
He knew you could take care of yourself, but Bucky being Bucky, he was a helicopter parent.
“Y/n, I don’t feel comfortable with you going out with him.”
“Dad please, you need to let me live my life sooner or later.”
After many attempts of convincing Bucky, he eventually let you go out to dinner with him.
But the catch was he had to be watching on top of another building with Sam.
Social distancing at its finest.
The date was going well until you felt a presence behind you. 
And there sat Sam Wilson and James Buchanan Barnes in unrecognizable costumes. 
But you knew damn well who they were. 
When your date went to the bathroom, you immediately turned your head to the ‘strangers’.
“Son of a bitch what are you guys doing here on my date?”
“First of all, Steve would definitely scold you for your language. Second, we are here because we want to protect you from that suspicious man.”
“Yeah, also, we were hungry,” Sam said which made you laugh. 
“Can you guys please leave?” 
“Nope,” Your dad and Sam said at the same time. 
Just as they said that, your date came back and sat down in the chair again. 
“How about we go somewhere else, where nobody can see us.”
When your date said this, you can already tell Bucky’s face was fuming with anger. Angry that someone will take an advantage of his daughter like this. 
Even Sam was pissed as well. 
You started to be glad that your dad and Sam came along. 
When you got up, Bucky and Sam got up slowly after. 
Your date brought you to this quiet, suspicious alley and you knew something bad was about to happen. 
Your date pushed you back on the wall and started to kiss your neck roughly. 
“Hey, get the hell off of me dipshit.” You tried to push him off, but he was too strong which caught you off guard. 
Usually, you were able to take down a kid your age, but he was too strong. 
Suspiciously strong. 
“No can do, darling. My master wouldn’t like that.”
You knew exactly who he meant.
Just as he was about to knock you out, someone pulled him off of you, relieving some weight. 
Bucky grabbed him by the collar and pinned him on the brick wall. 
“You touch her again, I will kill you.” 
His tone was so menacing it even scared you as well.
Your date proceeded to smile which made Bucky use his metal fist to knock him out. 
When he walked up to you, he grabbed you out of Sam’s arms. 
“Well, aren’t you glad we came along,” Sam said, making you flip him off. 
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
“Y/n, what did I tell you? What if something bad happened to you and Sam and I weren’t there to protect you? From now on, whoever you bring over, I’m giving them a background check.”
You laughed at your dad slightly then gently brushed off the dirt on your skirt. 
“I will also be giving your next boyfriend a threatening talk next time,” Sam said, making you laugh and playfully glare at him. 
“Whatever, but I love you guys.”
“We love you too.”
You guys had a group hug and when you broke apart, Bucky thought it was a good idea to get ice cream and he knew a good place that first came out in the 40s. 
Let’s just say your date with your dad and uncle went a lot better than that false crush.
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lorannnn · 18 days ago
Utterly Grateful
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*GIF is not mine
A/N: I’ve been so inactive, I apologize! There are probably others that can relate to this but I’m in university and work a part-time job as well, which makes finding time and the motivation to sit down and write, SO DIFFICULT!
Anyways, this isn’t what I was planning on posting but when the inspiration strikes you better go with it. Recently I have been wanting to get into shifting so while writing my script I realized that my backstory might make a really cool one-shot. 
The stuff in italics is what I already had scripted, so I had tried to do my best and blend it in with an actual storyline, I’m so sorry if it’s shit...
Synopsis: Y/N is feeling very grateful for the life she has and reminisces about the journey she had to take to get to this place.  
Paring: Avenger x Avenger!Reader and kind of Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Word Count: 6.4k
Warning: Abduction, abuse, torture, blood, trauma, PTSD, death and a very little bit of swearing
A feeling of warmth spread through my chest as I watched my friends laughing and conversing around the dinner table. Light danced in their eyes as they listened to other’s stories, the soft candlelight illuminated the faint brush of red on their cheeks from the alcohol in our systems; as I took in the sight before me, it seemed to trigger a flood of emotions to run rampant within my body. 
My eyes jumped around the table, first landing on Tony; Iron Man himself, known to some as a billionaire and tech mogul but known to me as a dad. He smiled brightly and shook his head while laughing at something Thor had said; he took a swig of his scotch and leaned back in his chair, positioned at the head of the table, directing a sarcastic quip towards the God. 
I laughed along with the others as my gaze drifted to Natasha; the redhead was sitting next to Bruce, who wasn’t drinking but was enjoying himself nonetheless. Nat rolled her eyes at Thor’s antics but remained smiling; I enjoyed just watching her face contort as she listened to the men around the table talk; it’s funny, for a spy, you’d think she’d be better at keeping her facial expressions in check. Natasha was one of my first friends; I met her while she was working as my mom’s “assistant.” Since then, our relationship has really evolved; I consider her more of my older sister than a friend; I was only 16 when we met, and she remained a constant figure in my life. She has always been there for me, especially when I needed to talk about things I couldn’t go to my parents to talk about. She never judged me or held my past against me, and I loved her for that, more so than I think she realizes. 
She throws her head back in laughter as a hand comes down to rest on her knee; I follow it up to the handsome blond sitting on the other side of her. Steve is totally enamoured by Natasha’s laugh; his eyes are sparkling as he watches her attempt to control herself, whipping tears from the side of her eyes as tiny giggles still escape her mouth. It astonishes me sometimes how neither one of them will admit that they’re totally and completely in love with one another, even though it’s so painfully obvious to anyone who knows them. 
Steve averts his gaze away from Natasha and engages once more with the conversation; his hand, however, is still lingering on top of the spy’s knee. A small smile finds its way onto my face as I watch the two of them; both are so terrified of ruining their friendship that they’re willing to ignore their feelings. It’s adorable but tragic all at the same time.
Much like Nat, when Steve found out where I really came from, he never judged me for what I had to do either. When I first met him, I was 19, during Loki’s rampage and brainwashing of prominent S.H.I.E.L.D. and Avenger members. He had a hard time trusting me initially, partly because Nat, Fury, and my dad immediately changed the subject or shut him down when he asked about my history. But I proved myself to him by saving his life on more than one occasion; eventually, he stopped pressing and accepted that I’d tell him when I was ready. Which I did, only it was two years later and only after he found out that HYDRA was never actually stopped, and his best friend, who he thought was dead, was actually still alive. 
Yeah, it took him a few days to get over that…(I’ll explain this in a minute)
But once he forgave me we grew closer; the two of us bonded over one individual in particular. As I raised my hand to grab my wine glass, I became aware of the feeling of eyes on me. 
“Everything alright?” 
I turned my head to look at Bucky; a small smile graced his face, which caused the corner of his eyes to do that crinkly thing I loved. 
“Yeah, just thinking,” I replied, taking a sip from my wine glass.
“Mmm, well, warn me next time so I can run away before you drag me into whatever plan you're concocting up there” He laughs, motioning to my head; I simply responded by staring at him with a fake shocked look plastered across my face. 
“Okay..uncalled for, but I seem to recall that you’re always the first person to volunteer to help me with every plan I concoct. Not only that, but not once have any of my plans failed; I come up with amazing plans; thank you very much.”
Bucky lets out a very full laugh, the kind that you feel all the way down in the pit of your stomach, the kind that causes you to throw your head back out of reflex; one that stems from an overwhelming sense of comfort and joy. His laugh draws the attention of the others, their conversation dying down, eyes watching our interaction but smiles never leaving their faces. 
Neither one of us were paying attention to the others at this point; we were both just completely enthralled in the presence of one another. We didn’t see Sam’s smirk as he took a sip of his beer, or Wanda’s swoon as she leaned into Vision's side; or the look that Nat shot Tony who watched us with a loving glint in his eyes but masked with fatherly concern, all of it was wholly lost on us. 
Nat re-focused on Bucky and me, she smiled broadly because she somehow always knew how I felt about him before I did. Truth be told, her heart swelled with pride whenever she saw us together, Nat knew of Bucky, and I’s past together, and how despite the shit we’ve gone through, we still managed to cultivate something good when the circumstances appeared to be void of the materials needed to do so. 
But it was Steve’s expression I wish I had seen, that man held so much love for the two of us and unbeknownst to us, he blamed himself for what happened to Bucky and me. He blames himself for not stopping HYDRA when he had the chance, for not searching for Bucky’s body when he thought he’d lost him. He blamed himself for pushing me to confide in him without taking a step back to acknowledge that my reasoning for not opening up might have nothing to do with him; but everything to do with the fact that I wasn’t ready to relive that trauma again. But right now, in this moment, he feels nothing but complete and utter happiness; to witness Bucky’s smile again, to hear him laugh again, the same way he had when they were kids; It nearly brought tears to the old man’s eyes. 
“What’s so funny?” Steve asked
When we looked over, I took in the many pairs of eyes trained on Bucky and myself; a shy smile made its way onto my face as I took another sip of wine from my glass. 
“Oh, it was nothing really, I just asked Y/N what she was thinking about,” Bucky said simply; I turned back to him as he took a drink of his beer, his eyes never left mine as he did so, a playful glint danced around in his blue eyes daring me to answer his previous question.
I shook my head and glanced around the table, letting the warmth of their presence fill up my heart until it felt like it would burst. 
“I was just thinking about how grateful I am to have you all in my life, that’s just sort of hit me all of a sudden, that this is how it feels to love and be loved; it’s a bit overwhelming and scary, but I’m so thankful that I’m here to experience it.” 
I leaned back in my chair and shook my head again, but this time It was just out of disbelief as I thought back to how I got here. 
My first memory is cold, dark, and damp. It’s filled with the smell of mildew, rust and the faint hint of blood; the sights were of steel-reinforced bars and cement, brick walls which complimented the solid cement floor and ceilings of my cell. There was, however, a thin blanket; it was white with blue and pink stripes at the bottom and had more of a dish towel texture than what I know now is typical of a child's blanket; I was my only source of comfort, so it makes sense that I’ve held onto it all these years. 
I was taken by HYDRA as a baby, raised within the walls of their hidden facility in Russia. They kept me in a small 8x10 cell, no bed, no windows, no toilet...just a bucket and my blanket. Of course, I didn’t know anything besides this life, so it was easy to make do with what I was given.
Every morning, ever since I could walk, they’d take me from my cell to a large circular room with a chair in the middle; there was a large metal machine hanging from the ceiling right above it. As well as other devices lining the walls of the room, each one had blinking lights, buttons, switches and gages, all making various clicking and humming sounds at all times. 
They never used the machine hanging above the chair on me; instead, they’d use Pavlovian conditioning techniques. Whereby they’d only give me food or water when I responded correctly to seemingly random words, and if I didn’t respond the way I was supposed to, I’d be electrocuted.
The correct response was always violence. They would utter a Russian word like “Thirteen,” and I was to act unfazed, but if they said “Seventeen,” I was to use whatever means necessary to take down my opponent.
Most days after a conditioning session, they’d strap me into the chair and withdraw blood, sometimes inject me with things; unfortunately, I never knew what they were. Sometimes they’d make me feel hot or cold; I’d get the sweats or chills, sometimes even both. It would sometimes feel like my entire body was on fire or itching so badly that I wanted nothing more than to rip my skin off just to satisfy it.
Gradually, their methods shifted; I was still experimented on; but, once I was conditioned to their liking, they trained me properly. They had me weapons trained as well as in hand-to-hand combat, starting when I was only 6, with little attention paid to the fact that I was just a child. To them, my abilities made me an adult; therefore, I should spar with one too.
They began testing my powers when I turned 8. I hated it. But not for the reason people may think, my powers are overwhelming, so much so that by even giving into them in the slightest means that I sacrifice my ability to control them. I lose myself every time I access my powers, and that’s precisely what they wanted.
They’d (HYDRA) have me fighting at times against three grown men, sometimes none of us would have weapons, and other times, my opponents would be armed, but I would not. 
My opponents never looked fazed upon seeing me, knowing that they were tasked with taking down an 8-year-old girl; to them, it was just another day’s chore. I noticed quickly that there was never anything behind their eyes, which always made me wonder what they saw when looking into mine. 
One day, they brought in a new opponent. He was tall and had long dark hair. There was a bit of short facial hair visible, and his pale blue eyes appeared void of any thoughts. 
Notice how I said appeared?
One of the guards instructed us to begin, but my opponent remained rooted to the spot; the blank expression he wore moments earlier has since been traded in for a new one. His eyes told the story of inner conflict, which the guards and doctors were growing impatient with. 
Training was cancelled that day.
When I saw him next, he was restrained; the guards had him seated in a chair as another man was brought into the room. They had me and the second man fight and made the first one watch.
His eyes went blank again, and they appeared to be glossed over like what you’d imagine them to look like when dissociating. 
My opponent was strong, more muscular and more prominent than any of my previous opponents - he had managed to get me on the ground in no time; one of his hands was around my throat while the other punched my face repeatedly. I struggled against him, but there was only so much that I could do, even with my enhanced abilities. I could feel my body fighting to let air into my lungs; they burned, my back aches and my head felt fuzzy.
But somehow, this felt better than giving in to the burning hot power coursing through my veins. I could hear it calling to me through the steady thumping of blood within my ears, howling like a strong gust of wind through the rafters.  
Then I heard them, those words, and suddenly my eyes glowed blue; I no longer had control of myself. 
It no longer mattered that I didn’t want to cave to my powers because now I was forced to do just that. 
Thrusting my hand against his chest, I used my powers to throw him off of me. He hit the wall opposite us, then fell to the floor with a thud, leaving a significant impact print on the wall behind him. I got up and walked over just as he tried to get up. The doctor uttered the next set of commands, and as I raised a hand into the air, my opponent was lifted, enveloped by illuminating blue mist - another command - and my hand gradually closed. 
When I opened it again, my opponent fell to the floor once more, but this time, lifeless; HYDRA had finally gotten what they wanted...They had finally succeeded in weaponizing me.
He was the only person I killed while held captive by HYDRA (technically), but that doesn’t mean that his death doesn’t still haunt me to this day.
They had placed the dark-haired man from before in the cell next to me a few days after; I remember that on the first night, I fell asleep to the sounds of him crying. At first, we never spoke; neither of us could see the other, but we could sense their presence. But consistently, night after night, I couldn’t seem to fall asleep until after he had finished crying; only after his breathing calmed down and his sniffing subsided could I close my eyes. 
There was one night, in particular, that was bad; he couldn’t seem to calm himself down and trying to suppress his emotions only seemed to make it worse. I was exhausted, and sleep had seemed to have become a thing of the past; between the wails of my neighbour in the dead of night to the nightmares...I learned to function on just a few hours of shut-eye.
However, on that night, I couldn’t help but feel especially bad for the man. It confused me and frustrated me; I didn’t understand my emotions, or where they were coming from, all I knew is that I was feeling them and wanted it to stop. 
So I used the only thing I knew helped me when I was that upset; my blanket. I gathered the dirty piece of fabric in my hands and ripped it into two; cautiously, I moved to the wall between our two cells and snaked my arm through the bars and around to his side. Once I felt the bars of his cell, I did my best to blindly toss the piece of fabric inside. 
As I did this, his crying stopped. It was silent for a moment before I heard it. 
“Thank you.” 
It’s silly thinking back on it now, looking at how far we’ve come together, knowing that a thin, tattered up blanket was the beginning of our friendship. 
From then on, we watched out for one another; when the guards would come in the morning, he insisted on going first. He still refused to spar with me; part of me wanted to believe that it was because I was only a child, and even though he was brainwashed to act the way they instructed, there was still a part of him that knew it was wrong.
But the more likely reason was that he was scared of me - self-preservation and all that, and I couldn’t exactly blame him because even I was scared of me. 
We would sometimes talk too, but at first, it was just him; I didn’t know any English or Russian, they never taught me; all I needed to know were the words they conditioned me to respond to. And when he figured out that this was the case and I wasn’t just ignoring him, he took it upon himself to teach me. This wasn’t the easiest thing to do from opposite sides of a wall, but we made do; and when he could, his first question to me was my name. I can vividly remember the defining silence that followed my response. I didn’t have a name. 
He told his name; instead, he said that the people here called him ‘The Winter Soldier,’ so I ended up just calling him Winter. I asked him how he ended up here, to which he told me that they had used that machine to make him forget; he said to me that every day he found himself waking up remembering less and less about himself. 
So I promised that I’d remember them for him.
Sometimes when we’d be given food, we’d save some and sneak it back to our cells for the other. I never went on missions, but he did; it helped him talk about them with me. I would always sit there and listen to him as he recounted what they made him do; I’d hear him cry and remind him time and time again that it wasn’t his fault. 
And every day, without fail, he would tell me about the world and how much I deserve to see it, live it, and build a life within it; and every day, without fail, I always responded with the same thing.
“So do you.”
We weren’t privy to this knowledge at the time; in fact, I don’t believe that anyone can truly understand the value of something until it’s gone. And unfortunately for us, we were no exception. 
When I was 14, the guards must have come in the middle of the night and taken Winter because he wasn’t there when I woke up in the morning. They had come for me later that day, however this time, something about the guards appeared different. I gathered the thin, dirty white blanket that definitely resembled a dish towel now and tied it around my waist under my shirt. As the guards led me down hallway after hallway, I began to hear faint screams, and as I got closer, I came to recognize them as belonging to Winter. 
Upon entering the all too familiar circular room, I saw him strapped to the chair; the large metal machine that hung overhead was attached to his face. There were doctors, scientists and guards watching, noting, analyzing his every move as the device electrocuted him, unfazed by his screams. I remember feeling the familiar pounding of my heart in my ears and feeling my powers howling to be set free; tears sprung to my eyes as I watched them turn the dial - increasing the electrocution.
I took a deep breath in an attempt to keep everything under control - I couldn’t risk losing myself and hurting Winter in the process. But then it just stopped. I could no longer hear the hum of the machine, or the scribbling of pencil on paper, or the screams of my friend. As I opened my eyes, I saw one of the doctors walk over to Winter; he began talking to him in Russian - and suddenly, I became aware of what was about to happen. 
The guards that brought me here rounded everybody up except Winter, the doctor, and myself and brought them to stand against the walls away from us. The doctor uttered out the last few words and waited; Winter’s head is slumped forwards, and his arms and legs are still restrained in the chair. But he said something to the doctor, it was quiet, and I didn’t manage to catch it, not that I could have understood it. 
But the doctor seems pleased; a smile spreads across his face as he turns to me now. The doctor eyes me triumphantly as he tells Winter to begin before walking off to watch with the others. 
I look to Winter, his head raises up slowly, and as our eyes meet, a shiver runs down my spine...this isn’t Winter.
I tried to reason with him, moved to dodge his advances as he came hurtling towards me. But realized very quickly that it was useless when he landed a punch to my jaw; I could taste the hint of metal in my mouth as I used my sleeve to wipe away the blood pooling around the right side of my bottom lip. 
I did my best to block his movements, but with each defensive maneuver I made, the anger in his eyes only seemed to grow. I did my best to mask the fear in mine; I wasn’t scared of Winter, hell, I wasn’t exactly frightened of The Winter Soldier either; instead, I feared how this would affect Winter after he came back to himself. 
One of the guards started yelling, I don’t know what he said, but he leaned down and slid a knife across the floor. I never made a move to grab it, but Winter did. I watched as he stopped to pick it up; he turned it over in his hands, examining it closely; I looked over to the crowd who were all watching. Some were staring at us with curious expressions, others bored or excited; the guard who slid the knife over was laughing with two other guards standing next to him, gesturing to me and mocking my expressions. 
Then, impact. And before I could recover, another one came, then another, then another, until I stumbled back and hit the floor. Winter was pretty much on top of me as he continued to throw punches to my upper body; my arms were trapped against my sides by his knees, so I was utterly unable to move.
I felt tears stinging my eyes as I screamed his name; I begged him to recognize me as I pleaded with him to stop. My refusal to use my powers may seem stupid when it’s my life on the line, but I could take solace in the fact that I died on my own terms, not theirs.
Winter stopped for a second, arms by his sides, chest rising and falling rapidly, hair dishevelled and eyes...watery?
He told me to fight back; I just looked at him softly and smiled through the blood filling my mouth. 
Tears fell from his eyes as he continued his assault, dragging the knife from halfway up the right side of my neck to just under my left clavicle. I screamed out in pain as I felt the red-hot burn that followed the trail of the blade; Winter kept yelling at me to fight through his sobs. But I just looked at him and shook my head; he punched the ground next to my temple and looked at me. 
His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his cheeks were red and stained with the streaks of his tears. I looked into his eyes; they were bloodshot, making the blue of his irises stand out even more than usual; I recognized his eyes this time.
I think he knew that I had recognized him because he collapsed on top of me as his sobs raked through his body. He attempted to wipe away the blood that covered my face, desperate to undo what he had just done, muttering “I’m sorry’s” between each shallow breath.
I did my best to tell him that it was alright, it wasn’t him and that I didn’t blame him, but it was like he was in a trance. My heart broke for Winter as he got off me; he slid an arm under my back and lifted me up to his chest. I screamed out in pain as he did so, new tears filling my eyes and rushing down my cheeks. He held me tightly to his chest with both arms, rocking us slowly back and forth, still muttering under his breath. 
I heard a commotion coming from beside us; Winter was so out of it that he didn’t seem to register the noise. I lobed my head over to see what was going on when I made eye contact with a guard; he had a handgun in his hand and had it pointed at Winter. 
There was hatred in the guard’s eyes, and at that moment, there was hatred in mine too. In a split-second decision, I decided to ignore the pain I felt in my whole body, the feeling of the blood on my skin and Winter's grip on my arms. I allowed for my powers to wash over me at full strength, my eyes glowed blue, and I saw fear in the guard’s eyes before everything went black. 
The ceiling was blue now...not gray.
This was the first thing I saw when I woke up; the shade of blue was light, it had splotches of white all over it, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen. There was stuff falling from above me; they were small and gray and appeared almost fluffy; then, just off to the periphery of my vision, I could see brown somethings; they looked squiggly. 
I took a deep breath, it hurt like hell, but I could never remember a time when breathing felt this good. I did my best to prop myself up, wincing in pain and clenching my eyes shut to hold back the tears as I did so. When I was fully sitting upright and felt like I had enough composure to open my eyes, I immediately wished that I hadn’t. 
The scene was grizzly; there were people - doctors, guards, scientists and other subjects littering the ground before me; dead. The room I was just in was blown to pieces, along with the entire right side of the building. The gray stuff falling from above was dust from the cement bricks being blown to pieces; there were wires, and machines everywhere, along with papers, tapes, and other equipment. 
I just sat there, looking at everything around me blankly. In retrospect, I don’t think that I was entirely able to comprehend what I saw and actually register that It was me that had done it. 
As I attempted to stand up, I placed my hand behind myself for leverage. But instead of the tile floor, my fingertips met something cool with sharp ridges. As I moved to get a better look, a sob caught in my throat; my hand grasped the metal and brought it closer, turning it over to see the familiar red star. 
Suddenly I heard a twig snap in the distance, my head shot up and slowly I was surrounded by countless people, dressed in all black, they had goggles and helmets on; each one of them had a large gun as well, and every one of them was trained on me. 
S.H.A.P.E., better known as ‘The Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers of Europe’ council, apprehended me that day. They had taken me to their headquarters in Russia, treated my injuries and interrogated me. I couldn’t answer any of their questions because I didn’t know Russian, so they tried to ask me in English, but that didn’t go very well either, considering how limited my knowledge of the language was. 
They ran my fingerprints and DNA and came up with nothing; this perplexed them greatly, so they decided to call in the big guns. It turns out that S.H.A.P.E is a subset of S.H.I.E.L.D, not that I knew what that meant at the time, but their first call was to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s executive director, Agent Nick Fury. 
Unbeknownst to me, HYDRA was planning something big; all the major world terrorist groups were racing to develop the “best” weapon of mass destruction (MOD). HYDRA was in communications with an Afghani terrorist organization; they bragged to HYDRA that they’ve kidnapped the United States tech billionaire, Tony Stark, who had constructed a prototype for an armoured military suit with A.I, lasers, and other weapons; essentially bragging that they had won.
Tony would listen to their conversations, the two organizations spoke via underground radio frequencies; never calling the other by name, the only place; Tony was never sure if that was because they were unaware of each other’s affiliations or if they were both scared of governments eavesdropping on their communications. 
Russia. The name of the group on the other side of the call; had said something that piqued Tony’s interest after the afghani’s had finished bragging about their captive and his suit. They had claimed to have developed a fully operational war machine, equipt with powers that the world has never seen and strength no planet has ever known; they called it subject alpha, and they planned on letting it loose on the world very soon.
Once Tony had escaped, he had told S.H.I.E.L.D.’s executive director Nick Fury about what he had heard, so Fury had informed the European council to remain vigilant. Neither one of them was expecting to receive a call days later about a young girl found at the center of a massive energy surge in the middle of the Russian wilderness or to hear of the destruction and carnage that she had caused when troops had arrived.
Fury arrived at S.H.A.P.E. the morning after they called; he had requested to meet with me immediately. The staff informed him of my limited knowledge of the English language and the fact that I haven’t slept or eaten since being taken into custody. Fury enters the cell they’re keeping me in and takes a seat on a chair positioned in the corner. I sat curled up with my knees to my chest in the opposite corner of the cell and haven’t moved from this spot since they brought me here. 
He asked me my name, and I told him that I didn’t have one. He smiles sadly at me, taking in my appearance; this was the first time in a long time that I looked or felt even remotely clean; that being said, it still felt like there was a permanent layer of dirt covering my skin, not to mention the fact that my body was littered in cuts and bruises. I had a couple of large white bandages covering the expanse of exposed skin, including the one peeking out from the top of my shirt, covering the large gash on my neck and chest. 
He decided to change tactics; he pulled out a binder; the inside contained various pictures; the goal was to use basic English to ask me if I recognized any of the images. We spent hours doing this, and I did my best to understand what he was asking of me and formulate an appropriate response. Fury manages to collect more information from me in a few hours than S.H.A.P.E. agents were able to collect in nearly two days.
He sets the binder aside and looks at me; his exposed eye appears soft, almost trusting. He tells me that what happened wasn’t my fault, that HYDRA is to blame for what happened, not me; That was the first time I heard the name of my captors. He knelt down in front of me, still keeping his distance, and asked me how old I was; I knew this question because Winter had asked me once before. I told him that I was 14; he looked at me sadly and asked me how long I was there, to which I responded honestly and told him my entire life. 
He paused for a moment, looking at his hands before rising to his feet. He looked at me solemnly and told me to follow him, that there was someone he wanted me to meet. 
Fury took me back to America with him; the whole plane ride, he talked on the phone while I was trying to take in everything about my surroundings. Taking off was scary; it was bumpy, and my ears stopped working for a little bit, but they eventually came back. 
We landed hours later, and it was dark but really bright; there were all kinds of white and yellow circles that I could see from the air as we landed, illuminating the sky. As we got off the plane, there was a large group of people waiting for us. 
I stood next to Fury as old men in suits approached; I took a few steps back and clung tighter to the tattered piece of white fabric in my hands. They spoke to Fury very sternly, I didn’t understand anything they were saying, but they didn’t appear very happy with me being here. 
I looked down towards the ground at my shoes, suddenly finding them more interesting than the conversation around me. A voice brought me back; it was a woman’s voice; as I looked up, a tall orange-haired woman walked towards me with a smile. 
I remember looking at her apprehensive before taking a few more steps backwards; I watched as her smile faltered; she gave me the same sad look Fury gave me hours prior. There was a man behind her with a funny-looking beard; he grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him; his eyes never left mine once; they appeared untrusting. 
I felt tears begin to gather in my own eyes; shame and guilt became caught in my throat. I began to mutter the exact words I heard Winter say over and over, “I’m sorry’s,” fell from my lips like water from a tap, and I couldn’t seem to get it under control. 
The group stopped to watch me slowly break down into a fit of hysterical sobs, Fury attempted to approach me, but I shook my head, stopping him in his tracks. I continued to mutter under my breath, which grew more and more erratic, so I took my blanket and pulled it tightly around my shoulders and upper arms. My palms clutched the ends of it tightly while rubbing my arms as I attempted to self-soothe. Everyone had stopped talking and simply watched; feelings of confusion, anger, and hostility immediately faded into feelings of pity, sympathy and sadness. 
All of which are feelings that I quickly grew to despise being directed towards me, which I used as further reason to shove my emotions down and live as if nothing was wrong. I know that this isn’t healthy, trust me, my therapist and I have had heated arguments over my tendency to bottle things up; but the last thing I wanted was to be analyzed any further. 
It was my fear that if I confided in someone, opened up Pandora's box and had to relive my trauma, that I’d never be able to close it again. That they’d look at me like I was crazy or...or look at me like I wasn’t even human; that they’d realize they were wrong and lock me up again, but this time, throwing away the key for good. 
I looked back up at them, I knew that tears were running freely from my eyes, but I didn’t care. The others' faces held varying expressions; happiness, love, contentment, and the occasional flash of pity or sadness, but just like my lack of concern that I was crying in front of my team, I didn’t care that they still held the most minute feelings of pity towards me. At the end of the day, I can’t control their emotions, only my own, and it was with their help that I finally understood the difference; I learned control, I learned how to let people in, I learned how to love and how to let others love me. 
Now, this is what my therapist would call a breakthrough, but I’ll deny it ever happened if she somehow managed to find out (okay, I may still have things to work on, but I have to keep our sessions interesting somehow, right?). 
Bucky took my hand in his under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze; I took a deep breath and looked over to him. I watched as his eyes scoured my face, moving from peering into my own to glance down at my lips then back up to my eyes again, adoration gracing the expanse of his face. 
I’m 28, and I know that our relationship is unconventional, complicated and some may even say that it’s inappropriate. But when you’ve experienced shitty things in your life and made it out the other side only kind of messed up, then when good things come around, even if you’re scared; you learn to jump at them because you know what it’s like to experience the bad and not have anyone there to brave the storm with you. 
Now that I’m thinking about it, I guess that I’m just lucky to have so many people in my life who are willing to walk ahead of me, endur the brunt of the storm so that it’s easier for me to walk through it. 
And that I’m able to say that I’d do the same for any one of them in a heartbeat.
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mggsluvbug · 22 days ago
Cuddle Bug || C.E.
☺️pairing: Chris Evans x Reader 
⚠️warnings: fluff 
📝summary: you and chris have a nice cuddly sunday in.
😇a/n: first chris fic! here is my masterlist
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It’s at lazy day in the Evans household, Sundays reserved for doing nothing but hanging on the couch in between trips to the kitchen. Chris was in charge of breakfast so you’re sprawled out on the sofa wrapped in a soft blanket.
Looking up from your phone, you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend, who was dancing into the living room clad in just a pair of black shorts, showing off all his beautiful tattoos. Spinning and putting down the plate that in one hands held pancakes and the other with a bottle of syrup and whipped cream.
“Boo,” you playful retort at his bad dancing ignoring his defeated groan, you turn back to the TV which played Friends as background noise.
“Nevermind, you get nothing to eat.” Chris jokes, picking the plates back up. You bounce off the couch and run after him and take the plates from his hands.
You guys eat the food in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of silence at all. It was comfortable silence, the kind of silence that you guys don’t usually get to experience in your crazy lives.
Your head was now laying on top of chris’ chest and the tv was playing some random commercial about medicine, but you couldn’t care less.
“We should travel somewhere.” Chris says out of no where, breaking the silence. “Maybe we could go to Puerto Rico or Korea!” He gasps at how many places he wants to visit, well maybe revisit, he’s probably been there for work and doesn’t remember it.
“We have all the time in the world to do that. Well, all the time until tomorrow when you have that stupid zoom meeting.” you half laugh and half groan at the same time.
“Yeah, shit i almost forgot about that.” Chris replies rolling his eyes.
“You really can’t get out of it?” you whine playfully. You just want to spend the rest of your life cooped up with Chris and not have to worry about anything else.
“No, not really,” he grumbled, sounding adorably disappointed.  You snuggled a little closer and he reached out to glide his fingers gently along your back.
“It doesn’t get much better than this does it?” you ask quietly. So content that you didn’t even look up to ask chris the question. Just mumbling it into his chest with your eyes closed, the food you just ate and all the comfort making you suddenly tire out.
“no. no it doesn’t.” he responds looking down at you for a quick second, but then resting his head back against the pillowed cushion on the couch and lets sleep overwhelm the both of you.
taglist : @stillmanicc @white-wolf1940
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multifandomwriter · 26 days ago
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Are you looking for some good Sebastian Stan fics??
I have a new Sebastian x Reader series coming out soon! The first part is coming out this Tuesday at 10pm EST. Part two will come out at the same time this Thursday. The second part is a smut fic, so prepare for that!
Here is a summary if you are interested...
It is a dadsbestfriend!Sebastian Stan x Reader and Chris Evans x daughter!Reader fic, by the way
Summary: Y/N is the only daughter of Chris Evans, so she’s grown up  with her dad’s castmates. Now that she is older, one of his castmates is catching her attention at a marvel premiere.
If you want to be tagged, just let me know!!!
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rachaelswrites · 28 days ago
Heyy, I'm the one who asked about LouisxStan!Reader lol... if you're comfortable in writing it ofc: Louis and Stan!Reader behaving like a couple tho they are not and one day while being with friends, one of them it's like "why don't you just admit you like each other?", and they kind of admit it and from there you decide the "ending". I feel like my idea is impossible to write out lol hopefully you understand 😶
Ever since you and Louis met, you both could tell there was something more going on. You thought he was the best person ever and you were in love, so was he.
Neither of you told each other how you felt but the way you acted with each other, was enough. It was clear to all your friends as well that you liked each other. Though they would never push you together, they wanted you to.
You were out with a few friends for lunch at a cafe. You and Louis were sitting next to each other on one side and your other friends on the other.
From under the table, your hands would occasionally brush against each other so Louis moved his arm and wrapped it around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.
“So,” your friend started, “Why don’t you just say it now?”
“Say what now?” Louis asked.
“That you two obviously like each other,” your other friend said.
You blushed immediately, “What? That’s not true,” you said.
“Oh come on Y/n,” the first friend said, “Look at you two.”
You had to admit, it was a bit telling since you and Louis were sitting so close, sharing a meal, and his arm was wrapped around you.
“If we’re being honest,” Louis said, “I do really like you. I just didn’t know if you felt the same.”
“Really? Cause I like you also,” you said to Louis.
His smile grew even bigger, “Can I take you on a date? Maybe one where our friends aren’t playing matchmaker for us?”
You laughed, “Of course you can. I would love that,” you leaned up and pecked him on the cheek.
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rachaelswrites · a month ago
“Your bed head is really cute” with baby Stan
Even though you had been going to pre-school for a little over a year, it was still very difficult to get you up to get ready. It often involved your dad having to either shake you awake, open up your curtains, or sing really bad songs, really loud. Another thing that made you difficult to get ready for school was that you were not a morning person and very, very grumpy.
It was even harder to get you up when you slept in his bed. He didn’t let you do it often but last night was one of those nights. You really wanted to show your dad the new episode of Spongebob that was on the night before so he let you watch it in his room. You had fallen asleep pretty much right after it started so rather than waking you to take you to your room, he tucked you into his bed and let you stay there.
Your dad’s bed was so much better than yours. It was bigger and a lot warmer with fluffier blankets and you never wanted to leave it. Sebastian always woke up a bit before you so he could get ready before you had to. He would shower and get dressed before getting started on breakfast, then try to wake you up.
He sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook your shoulder, “C’mon Y/n. You gotta get up now,” he said softly.
“No,” you said firmly, keeping your eyes closed on rolling over.
“You gotta get up now otherwise your breakfast will get cold,” he said.
“I don’t want breakfast,” you answered, “I wanna sleep.”
“You sure? I have French toast and pancakes just waiting for you,” he said, trying to get you excited. Those were your favorite breakfast foods so when that didn’t work, he had to think of something else. he stood up from the bed and walked over to the other side. He grabbed a hold of the blanket and pulled them off of you, making you whine loudly. You made grabby hands for the blanket but Sebastian had other plans.
He picked you up from the bed gently and placed you on the floor, “Now you’re up. Let’s go get breakfast,” he caught a glimpse of your hair and couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“What?” You said gumply. Not only did your dad wake you up way too early, but now he was laughing at you.”
“Your bed head is really cute,” he said, picking you up and pacing you on his hip. He kissed the top of your head before you reached up and started smoothing down your hair.
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multifandomwriter · a month ago
Pairing: Chris Evans x daughter!Reader
Request: “the reader is the daughter of chris evans, , and its her birtday and shanna { the sister from chris) takes the reader to hair salon and they come back and chris has a suprise party for her setteld and the hole cast of the avengers is there and have a cake and sings happy birtday to her , thanks” - @maximeevansblog
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: mention of loss of a parent, very cheesy/cliche
You woke up to a knock on your bedroom door. You slowly opened your eyes, squinting at the bright light that filled the room. You saw your dad standing in the doorway of your room.
You groaned and glanced over at the clock. “Five more minutes please” you said, throwing the pillow over your head. “That doesn’t sound like a very happy birthday girl” he said, crossing his arms and laughing at how grouchy you were in the morning.
You moved the pillow away from your face and started to sit up. As you actually woke up, you remembered that today was in fact your birthday.
“Right. I’m sorry, I’m just tired” you told him, honestly. He walked over to your bed. “That’s alright honey. Happy birthday” he said, pulling you into a hug. You gladly accepted the hug and gave him a tight squeeze.
Your dad was your hero. Your mom had passed away when you were three and he really stepped up. He had raised you as a single parent, and still been an amazing role model and mentor.
To the rest of the world, your dad was Chris Evans. The one and only Captain America. The famous and talented actor, but to you he was just dad.
He always made time for you, even when he had a busy and hectic schedule. He never let his career get in the way of spending time with you.
He definitely had a habit of babying you because he was just so protective. He had been the one person who always had your back, and he wanted to make sure no one ever hurt you.
Even now that it was your eighteenth birthday, he still treated you like you were his four-year-old little princess. It was frustrating at times, but you knew that your dad always meant well and just wanted you to be happy.
“So how does it feel to be eighteen?” He asked you, as you both pulled away from your hug. You stretched and thought about your answer. “It kind of feels the same. I don’t feel any older” you said, honestly. He chuckled at your response.
“Well you look older. It feels like just yesterday you were running around having tea parties with your stuffed animals. In a few months, you are going to be off to college. I’m going to miss you so much” he said, looking at you in awe.
“I’ll only be an hour away dad, and I’ll call all the time. I promise” you told him, trying to calm his parental nerves. He gave you a grateful smile, and you could tell it helped to calm some of the nerves.
“Your mom would be so proud of you. She really would be, and I am just as proud” he told you, genuinely. You smiled and tried to not let any tears past your eyes. You always wanted to make your parents proud.
“Alright enough of this sap. We have a birthday to celebrate” Your dad told you, standing up from your bed. He left so that you could get dressed. Your dad always planned a surprise birthday for you every year, so you didn’t bother to ask what you were doing. You quickly got dressed and ready for the day.
You came out of your room and saw your dad talking to your Aunt Shanna. “Happy birthday kiddo” she said, once she saw you. You quickly pulled her into a hug and thanked her.
“What are you doing here?“ you asked her, confused. She looked towards your dad and smirked. “We planned you a little surprise for your birthday” she teased.
You all went out to the car and drove to the mystery location. You pulled into the parking lot and you realized it was the hair salon.
You all went in and you had an amazing time. You and your aunt tried to convince your dad to get his hair dyed. It was overall an amazing birthday, and you loved getting to spend quality time with your dad and your aunt.
Your aunt left early because she had to go back to work. So you and your dad drove back to your house alone. “So you having a good birthday so far?” Your dad asked you. You nodded. “It’s been pretty great” you said smiling.
As you pulled up to the house, you saw a bunch of cars outside the house. “Why are there so many cars? Are the neighbors having a party or something?” You asked, looking over at your dad.
You saw his signature smirk and you knew something was up. He refused to answer your question. You quickly got out of the car and walked up to the front door.
“Happy birthday sweetheart” your dad said, as you opened the door.
You were met with balloons, confetti, and a lot of people yelling “surprise”.
You were kind of shocked and it took you a second to recognize everyone. You saw some of your dad’s Marvel cast mates.
Tom Holland, Robert, Lizzie, Sebastian, Chris Hemsworth, and Scarlett were all there.
You had done a lot of growing up on the Marvel sets, so these people were all like family to you.
“You guys, I’m so happy you’re all here” you said, genuinely. You walked around the room and gave each of them a hug. “So did your dad have a heart attack yet because he realized you aren’t still six years old?” Robert teased.
“I can’t help it, she’s like my little girl still” your dad said, laughing. You jokingly rolled your eyes. “It’s so good to see you all again, really” you told them all, genuinely. Then, before you knew it, Scarlett was walking back from the kitchen holding a cake. They all started to sing happy birthday to you.
After they finished singing, you made a wish and blew out the candles. They all cheered for you.
“What’d you wish for?” Tom asked you. You frowned at him and lightly hit his arm. “I can’t tell. Then it won’t come true” you argued, pretending to pout. Tom smirked and chuckled.
“So now that you’re eighteen, is your dad finally going to let you have a boyfriend?” Scarlett asked you. You just turned to face your dad, asking him the same question.
He looked unsure.
“I mean I don’t like it, but I can’t stop you” he said, even though it pained him to say. He wanted to protect you from all the evil things in the world. Horrible boyfriends was one of those things.
“Alright. Call me” Tom joked, winking at you. Your dad looked like he was going to throw him across the room. “She’ll be getting all the boys when she goes to college” Lizzie said, putting her arm around you.
The thought alone sent your dad into a panic. “Your dad is not prepared for that. He’s not prepared for frat boys” Sebastian said, teasing your dad.
“How about we eat cake?” Your dad suggested, trying to change the subject. You all laughed at his urgency to change the subject.
As you all started to eat, your dad walked over to you. “Did you have a good birthday?” He asked you, genuinely wanting to know the answer. You nodded. “I did. I really did” you told him, smiling.
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sapphireplums · a month ago
My Yellow
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x daughter!reader
Description: Y/n influences her father to go out on a date after seeing him flirt with a girl. TFATWS SPOILERS
Warnings: none. Just FLUFF
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“Dad! Dad! Get up!!” You woke up your father since he was screaming from a nightmare.
Bucky shot his body up, ready to attack anything in front of him.
Luckily for you, he cleared his eyes to see that it was you in front of him.
“Oh my god, Y/n are you okay? Oh no, did I do anything?” Bucky was caressing your cheek, checking to see if he hurt you.
“Dad no, no, no don’t worry. You didn’t hurt me. I just woke you up because you were having another nightmare again.”
Bucky sighed then got up from his bed. His phone started to ring and you saw the caller ID.
“Dad, Uncle Sam is calling you again. Can I please answer it? Bucky came out of his room and took his phone out of your hands.
“No.” Was all Bucky said. 
“Aww come on, dad. I miss talking to him. Especially after Uncle Steve-
You shut up after you saw the look on Bucky’s face.
“Sorry dad, I didn’t mean to bring him up.” You felt guilty then held your head down, but you felt a metal hand lift your chin up.
“Hey, doll, don’t worry, I’m not mad at you, okay? I love you.” Bucky gave you a genuine hug and you hugged back.
“Alright we should get some sleep. You really need sleep, dad, so come on.” Bucky nodded then proceeded to go back to sleep.
“Okay, so I guess this is what it’s like at a bar. Didn’t expect my first time at a bar to be with my dad.” You laughed then Bucky playfully slapped the back of your head.
“Yeah well I like how your first time is with me instead of some douche who will take an advantage of you.”
“True, true.” You grabbed your Shirley Temple then took a sip through the straw. 
You couldn't help but notice your dad stare at the bartender and an idea came in your mind, making you smirk.
“Dad, you should ask her out.” Bucky looked at you as if you were crazy and he shook his head no. 
You didn’t listen to him. 
“Hey excuse me.” The bartender looked in your direction and gave you a warm smile.
“Hi, how may I help you.” 
“My dad want’s to take you on a date.” You looked over to your father and couldn’t help but smile at the look he was giving you.
“I’m really sorry about my daughter. She’s like that....sometimes.” Bucky turned to you and playfully glared at you. 
After the bartender turned away, Bucky turned his full attention towards you.
“Y/n, I can’t believe you did that. I used to dance at these things. You gotta warm up. I haven’t danced since 1943.”
“Come on dad, you need a lady in your life.” Bucky turned his attention towards you. 
“I have you, what do you mean. I mean, having a daughter is already enough.”
“Yeah, but I mean you need a lady your age.” Bucky looked at you and you were wondering what you said wrong then it hit you. 
There was nobody Bucky’s age that was alive anymore.
“Ohhh, wait, pretend I didn’t say that.” Bucky laughed then ruffled her hair. 
“Wait, dad, when I said I wanted you to go on a date, I didn’t mean take me with you.” Bucky outsmarted you and he took you on his date. 
“Well, if you wanted me to go, then you’re going to have to play by my rules. Besides, I’m not leaving you home alone.”
You saw the flowers in Bucky’s hands and smiled. 
“Love the whole flowers thing, dad. Boys nowadays wouldn’t even open the door for me.” Bucky looked at his daughter wondering if he heard that right. 
He couldn't believe this generation and the mannerism they had. The world has definitely changed and Bucky knew that.
“Well you better find a good man. Preferably when I’m dead.”
Your eyed went wide, knowing that would be a very long time. 
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” You and Bucky walked into he doors of the bar and a smile grew on your face when you saw your dad give the flowers to Leah. 
“Well, if thats not the most adorably old fashioned thing anyone has done.”
“Sorry, my dad thought it was a good idea to bring me on a date,” you said sarcastically and Bucky grabbed your shoulders squeezing them lightly, making you ticklish. Leah just laughed which made Bucky laugh with relief. 
“Okay so you guys can do your thing and I’ll be in the back doing homework.” You smiled then patted your dad in the back before going to the back of the bar. 
You were smiling that finally Bucky went on a date after 80 years. 
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sapphireplums · a month ago
Is you haven’t done a hc on this before, maybe Bucky helping his daughter through a nightmare????
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Omg I love this idea!!!
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Being the daughter of the winter soldier was definitely something.
You had undeniable love for your father and he loved you with every ounce of his soul
It was no doubt Bucky knew when you had a nightmare
Since he would get them all the time.
Usually it would be you who would help him with the nightmares
But this time, he helped you.
Your nightmare was something that had been reoccurring for a while.
And Bucky noticed the second you woke up.
“Hey, babydoll, are you okay? You don’t look too well?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just didn’t sleep too well last night.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Bucky knew what was up, but didn’t want to pry.
“No it’s okay, I got to go to school dad. I’ll see you later.”
You kissed your fathers cheek and he forced a smile, but that went away quickly knowing something was definitely wrong with you.
Coming home from school, Bucky examined your face, knowing something was definitely wrong.
With the dark circles under your eyes and your unusual pale skin, Bucky had to pry now.
“Okay, come on Y/n, what’s up? I know there is something wrong with you.”
“Dad please I don’t want to talk about it okay?”
“No we have to talk about it. Don’t push me away, please.”
You looked at your dad, sympathy flowing in your eyes, but you walked away to your room to take a nap.
“I’m sorry dad, please not now. I need some sleep.”
Bucky was about to go to your room, but you closed the door.
He sighed then proceeded to write in his journal.
That was until he was interrupted by the blood curdling screams coming from your room.
Bucky shot his head up and immediately sprinted to your room, skipping some steps on the stairs. 
The door was locked, but Bucky didn’t hesitate to bust it down, ready to fight any danger that was near his daughter. 
When he broke down the door, his eyes scanned the room. 
He found you lying on the floor which made his heart drop.
Bucky grabbed your cheeks, trying to wake you up from the nightmare. 
When you wouldn’t wake up, he used his metal arm and put it on your skin, making you jolt awake. 
“Dad, dad!” You were so scared from the nightmare, this was all you were able to say.
“Hey babydoll, I’m here, I’m here. Don’t worry they won’t get you.”
“But they got you.” The nightmare was so bad, it felt so real.
“Doll, I promise you, I am not going anywhere and I promise. You’re my life and I will do anything to protect you and myself, okay.”
You nodded your head then engulfed Bucky in a hug. 
“I love you, dad.”
“I love you more, babydoll.”
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rachaelswrites · a month ago
Could you do a baby!stan where she wants to go on a walk but Sebastian is working so she thinks of every possible way to get his attention and try’s them and maybe one ends in her getting hurt
It had been dark and gloomy all morning so when a ray of sunlight came through the windows, you immediately jumped up and ran over to your dad.
“Daddy! Daddy!” You shrieked, pulling on his arm, “It’s sunny now! Walk pwease?” You asked.
Sebastian looked over his shoulder out the window to make sure you were right. When he saw the sunlight breaking through the clouds, he turned back to you, “In a bit baby. I have to finish up some work stuff first.”
“But it sunny now,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I know but it’ll stay like that for a while. You can color and watch tv until I’m done okay?” He looked down at you and you were still pouting, “Give me two hours,” he held up two fingers to show you.
You huffed and turned away, going back into the living room and sitting in front of the tv. Within minutes, the picture you were coloring for boring so you stood back up and walked to Sebastian.
You climbed up onto his chair and onto his lap, pulling him from his work, “Y/n what are you doing?” He asked.
“Walk now,” you said sternly.
“I’m doing work right now. You can stay here as long as you let me work,” he responded. You sat still for a few minutes, tracing patterns on his arm and playing with his hand until that got bonding. You started poking him but he ignored you.
“Daddy,” you whined.
“Just a few more minutes. Why don’t you go get ready,” he lifted you off his lap and you ran upstairs to your room. You put on your shoes and your jacket and went back downstairs.
Your dad was still working, not looking your way when you stomped down the stairs. You tried to think of something that would get his attention and then it hit you.
You went over to the couch and stood up on it. Sebastian saw you from the corner of his eye and turned to you, “What are you doing Y/n?”
“Getting your attention,” you said. You started jumping on the couch, making Sebastian close his computer and stand up from his seat.
Before he could get to you, your foot slipped and you fell off, and you burst into tears. Your dad was quick to get to your side and calm you down, checking you for obvious injuries.
“You’re okay Prințesă,” he said as he set you on the couch, “Are your hurting somewhere?”
You nodded your head and sniffles, “My arm hwurts.”
“Your arm hurts? Can you move it?” He asked.
You nodded and showed him. It wasn’t much but he could tell it wasn’t broken. He picked you up and placed you on his hip, taking you to the kitchen. You put your head on his shoulder as he dug around in the freezer.
“I’ll give you an ice pack and some meds okay?” He handed you the ice and looked around for some Tylenol.
After getting you to take the meds, he sat on the couch with you on his lap. You seemed too tired to go on your walk now, seeing as you fell asleep within minutes.
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rachaelswrites · a month ago
for a blurb stan!reader and noah braking up and when she tells seb (he acts sad) but once she leaves seb calls chris and tells him they are broken up and is just so happy bc he hated noah
“Noah, I think this is best for us,” you said into the phone, “I think we need to break up.”
There was a pause before he responded, “Okay. If that’s what you want. You know I always wanted to make you happy.”
You rolled your eyes at how comment, “If that was true, we wouldn’t be breaking up would we?
“I guess. We can post something about it later,” he said, “Bye Y/n.”
“Goodbye,” you hung up the phone and flopped back on your bed. You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You had been planning to do that for weeks but didn’t have the courage.
You were about to get up and go downstairs to tell your dad, who you knew would be happy about it, but he knocked on your door and stuck his head in, “Hey. How’s it going in here?”
You shrugged, “Fine. Me and Noah just ended things so.”
“Really?” Sebastian asked, almost too happily.
“Yeah. You could at least try and hide your happiness a little better dad. You are an actor,” you said, standing up and walking over to him. As much as you knew the breakup was coming, it still hurt and you just wanted a hug from your dad.
He let you wrap your arms around him and he kissed the top of your head, “I’m just glad that I’ll finally get to see you happy again. Is that a bad thing?”
You smiled up at him, “I guess so. But you know what would make me even happier?”
“Hmm?” Sebastian hummed.
“Pizza. From that place across the city,” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes to try and persuade him.
He ruffled your hair lightly, “Of course. I’ll go order it now,” he left your room and closed the door behind him. He immediately pulled his phone out and dialed Chris’s number.
“Hey Sebastian. What’s up?” Chris asked.
“I just thought you should know that Noah and Y/n broke up today,” your dad responded gleefully.
“Really? It’s about time. I hates that kid so much,” Chris said.
“I know. I thought she never would. I thought I’d have to do it for her,” Sebastian said, “I just hope he leaves her alone and she can move on. I miss seeing her happy.”
“Me too. I’m glad to hear she finally did it. And tell her, if she ever wants to come hang out with uncle Chris and her buddy Dodger, she’s more than welcome to come to Boston,” Chris said.
“I’ll make sure to tell her that. I’ll talk to you later Chris. Bye.”
“Bye,” Chris said as Sebastian hung up the phone.
You came downstairs once the pizza arrived, changed into comfy clothes and sat on the couch next to your dad. He already had your favorite movie playing on the tv.
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