Summary: Bucky comes to visit Sam and you, his childhood best friend and roommate, but fails to tell you that he’s there. An embarrassing moment becomes a door of opportunity...
Relationship: TFATWS!Bucky x black!reader
Warnings: WELP...S M U T, AU, mentions of nudity, exchange of fluids, graphic language, unprotected sex, rough sex, angst, blah blah 18+
A/N: soooooo this wasn’t supposed to happen but AAAAYYYYEEEE FIRST BUCKY STORY ✨✨✨ this is @afriendlyblackhottie fault we talked about this last night and it was still on my mind this morning and BAM nasty fic starring Bucky with mentions of Sam. Totally random. Totally unplanned buuuuut enjoy!
Four a.m. and there’s a commotion of sorts going down in the living room. Flinging your eyelids open with a groan, you aren’t frightened because it’s just Sam coming in from doing his crime fighting thing. He never comes in quietly, just straight up fuck your sleep when he’s tossing his shit down like this is normal hours. You do your best to adjust to his newfound fame, his super hero lifestyle but there are times you feel like Sam takes advantage of your ordinary citizen normalcy. Yes you keep unusual hours and are a chill ass person, but if Sam wasn’t like a brother to you, you would have kicked him out by now. Also he’s in and out a lot so it wasn’t like he’s a total bother. You’re just dumb tired, dying for at least five hours of sleep.
“Sam!” You shout out into the dark, flopping onto your back. You literally just fell asleep after a shitty night at work.
“Sorry!” He shouts back wincing then cuts his eyes at the sofa. “Man you gotta be quiet.” He whispers over to Bucky who’s tiredly tossing his boots down by his backpack.
“Relax,” Bucky yawns, dismissing Sam with an eye roll, “YN just barely went to sleep.”
“Yeah and I don’t want her comin in here and cussin me out because you’re being too damn loud.” Sam whisper-shouts back at him coming from the kitchen with water, tossing one over to Bucky before he grabs his bag and keys.
“Probably should have just told her that I was coming.” He shrugs with a sigh, unbuttoning his black denim jeans and shoving them down to his ankles before he plops back down on the sofa to kick them off.
You should come cuss Sam out for not giving you a proper heads up about his spur of the moment visit. Oh Bucky’s well aware of your attitude, being on the receiving end of it in the past. It’s a funny story now, but at the time not so much. Bucky coming in through the patio door late one night while you were hooking up with some strange guy on the sofa. Welcomed by a scream and an aluminum bat flying towards his face, Bucky blocked your powerful swing with his metal arm. Denting the bat then snatching it from you. You went off for a good ten minutes, to him and then to Sam who walked out of his room sleepy and confused. And it’ll happen once again in the morning when you find him on the couch because Sam is going to forget. Watch.
“I’ll shoot her a text later. I gotta go to some briefing at the Capitol so I won’t be back for a few days.” Sam informs Buck, heading for the front door but stops and turns back to suggest, “Just...don’t do your thing.” Bucky frowns, unsure of what he means by that. “And don’t push her buttons. I’ve known her since I was like seven man, and she has had the same short fuse since.”
Fluffing the pillows on the couch Bucky settles in, turning his back to Sam, ready for sleep as well. “I know, I know,” he grumbles closing his eyes. “Get out of here before you miss your flight.”
But Sam never sent you that text. Ten a.m. rolls around and you start to wake, annoyed that the sun is shining so brightly directly in your face. There isn’t enough sleep in the world. Rolling away from the sun’s beautiful rays, you grimace and groan some more. Your usual morning mood until you eventually roll out from under your sheets, yawning and queuing up your morning meditation. Doing your routine, still no text from Sam, you are completely oblivious to Bucky even being in your apartment. Walking to and from your bedroom and the bathroom in nothing but your lady boxer briefs, headphones in and volume up like any ordinary day. You vaguely remember Sam saying something about being back in DC so when the roomie’s away...you take advantage of the freedom.
Bucky could never sleep, no matter how badly he needed it, it was almost impossible. The most he got today’s about two hours. Lying with his eyes closed still, he listens to the patter of your bare feet across the hardwood floors, humming to yourself as you get ready to start your day. Deep down, he has a feeling Sam forgot to give you a heads up, so he isn’t too sure of what to do. Should he just wake up and run the risk of getting yelled at for Sam’s mistake OR should he just lie there and hope you’re getting ready to leave without seeing him? He hears a door close and assumes you’re back in your room. Popping his lids open, Bucky groggily turns over with a long yawn and stretch, then scratches his scruffy chin. God he hates the morning. Bucky didn’t care for a lot...but he cared about you, more than you know. He was already excited about coming to see Sam since it’s been a while but when he found out he was going to be gone for a few days, leaving you alone with him, Bucky really couldn’t wait to see you. He always thought you were cute as hell, but when you nearly clocked him with that bat? His infatuation only grew. He only barely mentioned it to Sam once and he lost it, so grossed out by the idea; it almost offended Bucky how outlandish he was about it.
“Aw c’mon Buck! She’s like my sister man!”
“But...she’s not your sister.”
“Aht! Don’t even think about it Buck. For real. Don’t.”
Heaving a tired sigh, Bucky rubs his eyes and starts to wonder what you’re up to in your room.
The last chime goes off on your meditation as you slowly open your eyes and take one last deep breath, feeling calm and at peace. You pop up off the floor with a grin, stretching your arms so high up in the air. Time for your favorite part of the day: coffee. Opening your Spotify you shuffle your morning playlist and walk out of your room with a little dance in your step, singing along as you beeline for the kitchen. Bucky bucks his eyes up at you entering the room and his jaw damn near hits the floor. Surprised gaze sweeping up your smooth cocoa butter legs to your cute ass perfectly accentuated by the tight cotton material, your tits flouncing as you shimmy, Bucky can’t believe his fuckin eyes. You soooo didn’t get that message from Sam. Bucky’s soooo about to get cussed out when you finally see him. Your music’s so loud even Buck could hear as he sits up, the blanket falling off his naked torso. Whatever you’re listening to is your jam. Bobbing your head and rolling your shoulders you lip sync along, scooping coffee grounds into a filter. He can’t fight back the cheesy smile spreading over his face. All the blood rushing to his dick growing rapidly in his own black boxer briefs you two practically match besides the sweet golden honey hue of your skin. The morning sun spotlighting you as you giggle and sing to yourself. Alerting you now would be pointless so might as well enjoy the show...? Leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, Bucky rubs at his chin, debating how to get your attention when you’re this exposed to him. And unknowingly too. There’s no easy way out of this one.
You bounce over to the fridge on your tip toes, giving Bucky a full display of them thangs thangin while you’re still doin your cluelessly enjoying yourself. The cool fridge air perking up your nips as you reach for the creamer. The blanket falls to the floor as Bucky stands to get a better view of your ass poking out from behind the door. Spinning around you slam the door close, noticing a figure standing there on your second turn. You scream and toss the coffee creamer up in the air, arms flinging towards your chest to cover yourself. Bucky slightly winces at the volume of your shrill, hands up, ready to explain. Coffee creamer hits the floor with a noisy splat but fuck the mess. You’ve been performing, practically naked, for Bucky for about five minutes! Embarrassed is an understatement!
“BUCKY!! WHAT THE FUCK!”
“Sam was supposed to text you.”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!! OH MY GOD!”
“I came to visit?”
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD. WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!”
“Didn’t know how?”
“I’M GOING TO MURDER THAT ASSHOLE SAM!”
You roar as you run off to your room, slamming the door shut behind you. Leaving Bucky completely tomato red and alone with coffee creamer all over the kitchen. He should do you the favor and clean that up. Maybe cook you some breakfast too.
Livid and fuming, you snatch your robe off the back of you door and dial Sam. Fuck a Captain America. Fuck a breach of security or protocol or whatever the fuck super heroes do. This motherfucker was going to answer. Sam’s marching down some hallway with senators when your ninth grade yearbook picture come up on his screen. Already kicking himself in the ass the second your name pops up, Sam excuses himself to take the call. Wrenching his eyes closed, hoping you won’t be screaming, he answers softly,
“FUCK THAT. WHAT THE FUCK SAM?! YOU CAN’T SEND ONE GODDAMN TEXT MESSAGE?!”
Bucky snickers to himself hunched over the spilled cream. Sam massages his forehead in shame.
“I forgot. I forgot I am so sorry YN.”
“FORGOT?! HOW COULD YOU FORGET TO TELL ME BUCKY IS HERE IN MY APARTMENT SAM. MY APARTMENT.”
Looking over his shoulder for anyone passing by Sam turns down the volume on his phone.
“Looklooklook, I know I messed up sis but you gotta calm down. Did you meditate this morning?”
He’s trying to be cute but it isn’t the time. You inhale so deep your chest expands. “Sam shut the fuck up or so help me God.”
“Okay, okay! Not the time for jokes, I get it. What happened?”
But you’re still so embarrassed you can’t even find the words to tell him. “It’s just—it’s—,” you facepalm your forehead with a mighty smack already wishing you could forget it. “He...just scared me. That’s all...”
Sam side eyes you through the phone. “...you sure?”
You drop the phone from your ear and grunt. You can’t tell him this. Not yet anyway. Maybe when the terror of it all subsides.
“Yes, just...shoot me a fuckin text asshole! I know you’re fuckin Cap and all, but you still need to respect my space dude!”
“You’re right, you’re right. That’s my bad sis.” He’s just grateful you’re done screaming. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
But fuck his promise. You roll your eyes and snark, “uh huh sure,” before hanging up the phone and chunking it at your bed. Your head’s pounding, skin burning up. Anxiety on a million you drop down to the balls of your feet and hug yourself, wishing this feeling away. You can’t believe Bucky sat there the whole time just watching you make a fool of yourself like that. Replaying everything you were doing you shake your head and whine, feeling like a total asshat. Then you remember there’s creamer everywhere, that Bucky’s in your living room in nothing but his tags and underwear, and that maybe...just maybe...you saw a boner? That has you standing at attention, squinting, trying to jog your memory but Bucky knocking at your door startles you out of your deep thinking.
He felt inclined to apologize even though this was mostly Sam’s fault. All he had to do was send a “Bucky’s here” message. Takes less than a minute. Even he knows that and he hates cell phones. He didn’t mean to scare you like that either or just creepily watch you dance around half naked. Bucky was in a compromising situation. And you looked so damn sexy. You crack the door open.
“Yes?” You’ve calmed down some. Besides it wasn’t completely his fault. Bucky confidently stood out in the hall, still in his underwear, and you can’t help but give him a quick look over. Never seeing this much of him before you notice how beefy and insanely ripped he is. Wishing there was a tattoo across his chest. His metal arm propped along your door frame. You’ve always seen him Sam’s weirdo super hero buddy who loves knives but goddamn. Bucky’s super hot. Like dumb hot you take a hard swallow
“Um...” His greyish blue eyes that are usually so harsh can barely look you in the face, Buck still a little pink under his scruff. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t know how to make it stop.”
He looks just as embarrassed as you, head down and voice all low. Suddenly feeling bad you open the door up some more with a sigh. Bucky was already going through it with all the therapy and debugging you could tell he meant it.
“Ugh it’s okay Bucky. I probably should be more aware of my surroundings but I really thought I was all alone. I’m sorry I yelled at you like that.” You lean your head against the edge of the door and shrug. “Sam’s a dummy sometimes.”
You two grin together, even chuckle a little, and Bucky picks his chin up. Peering up at you through his lashes his softness makes you swoon a little.
“Yeah I had a feeling he would forget. I got in at a weird hour and he had a flight to catch it was just a shit show. I should have said something.”
“Hey. C’mon. It’s fine. It’s good to see you anyway Buck.”
Letting go of the door, you open your arms out to him. Let bygones be bygones. Besides how could you not want to take advantage of this moment to hug a half naked Bucky. Even he perks up, enthusiastic to hold you after seeing so much of you so many minutes ago. In a way, you did kind of miss him. It had been way too long since his last visit and even then you barely got to talk since they had business to take care of. You guys embrace each other tightly, like two long lost friends do...who are also needy and pining for one another. Who had just seen each other half naked. His scruffy cheek scratching your soft skin as he nuzzles and squeezes you tighter. You close your eyes the hug is so good. Bucky’s skin so damn warm but with the contrasting cool of his metal hand soothing up and down your spine, a shiver quakes all over you. An alarm it’s time to let go.
“Uh I cleaned up the mess.” He smirks bashfully as you guys part, thinking about how hilarious it was to see it go flying like that. You can’t help but laugh about it too.
“Oh shit, you didn’t have to do that Buck.” You giggle as you guys walk to the kitchen. Not only did he clean up but he also started to cook. Eggs and pancake mix out on the counter by the stove you are stuck.
“Also I felt so bad I started making breakfast.” You’re already smiling so wide, placing a hand on your chest when you see your cup of coffee already waiting next to a bowl of strawberries. Oh, all is definitely forgiven with Bucky. You love anyone who is willing to cook for you, especially a fine ass man. Hell you didn’t even know he knew how to cook. Like the gentleman he is, Bucky pulls your chair out for you to sit then heads to the stove to flip pancakes.
You’ve got the best seat in the house; feet propped up in a neighboring chair, you relax and drink your coffee, watching Bucky’s back flex and move as he silently cooks. He doesn’t want to talk, just wants to feel your smitten gaze on his muscles. As you pop strawberry halves in your mouth, you tilt and cock your head, wondering all sorts of things about Bucky that you shouldn’t. How was he so fuckin big? And how was that ass so perfectly toned and round? Did you see his boner earlier? And was he fuckin anyone with it? Sam would hate the idea of you messing around with Bucky but this has really got you thinking.
“How long are you here for Bucky?” You ask as you cut your pancakes in little syrupy triangles. The silence left you with your loud thoughts you have to talk about something. You weren’t expecting much when it comes to his food but those first couple of bites had you sighing and dancing in your seat. Seriously thought when did he learn how to cook?!
“Not too sure honestly. Planned on a few days but I’m waiting to see what Sam comes back with from DC. Maybe help him out a for a bit.” Which gives him a few more days alone with you. With how things are going, he might really enjoy himself. And you just might too. Bucky can’t help but smirk as he watches you sway with your eyes closed with every bite you take. Looks like watching cooking shows when he’s bored is paying off.
“Can I just say...holy shit by the way.” You sigh with your mouth full of food, chasing sweet bread down with a sip of coffee. “This is the best breakfast I’ve had in such a long time.” You had to give your compliments to the chef who just modestly grins to himself, licking his sticky lips wishing he could lick yours clean. Your robe slipping off your shoulder, exposing your collarbone. Bucky’s metal fingertips rub together as he bites his lip.
“Thanks,” he damn near moans too focused on wanting to kiss you right above your protruding bone. God he wanted to taste you, touch you. “You should really try them with fruit. They’re even better.”
Feeling Bucky’s eyes burn a hole in your right shoulder has your eyes fluttering open, still swallowing bits of pancake. You could feel your breaths gets heavier, quicker, the more you kept eye contact with him. His teeth dragging over his bottom lip. The energy between you two so electric it could start a fire. Eyeing his metal hand fidgeting against the table stirs you up, trailing your eyes up the shiny silvery vibranium until you fall back into his hungry gaze all over again.
“Yeah?” Your eyebrow quirks with a smirk, “let me see...”
Somehow he catches your drift and his metal hand drops into the bowl in the middle of the table as you rise up out of the chair, leaning over to meet his metal fingers cradling a strawberry just for your sweet pouty lips. Bucky’s other hand grips the edge of the table so hard it splinters as he dips his smooth fingertips over your bottom lip, the strawberry tumbling onto your tastebuds. His jaw slacks with a silent “ah” as you suck on his metal fingers a bit. Your mouth waters as you moan longingly, chewing and swallowing all the contents dissolving on your tongue, holding his smolder.
“Mm you’re right Buck,” you thumb away a little drool from the corner of your lips. “It’s definitely better...a little sweeter even...” You land a tiny lick against his lingering metal fingers with a dark chuckle then bite your lip. Bucky’s heart fuckin drops into the floor. Sorry Sam.
“Fuck get over here.” He gasps out, metal hand grabbing you by the nape and dragging you up onto the table as you clear dishes out the way, knocking your chair down as your scramble up to meet Bucky’s open wet mouth. Lips collide with desperate groans. The sweet sticky residue of maple syrup dance on your tongues snaked together. Your squeal muffled as Bucky picks you up and plops you back down on his edge of table, ripping your robe open just so he can kiss and suck right over your collarbone like he wanted.
“Oh fuck Bucky.” You cry out, panting as he sloppily kisses down your chest to your rock hard nipples, biting so hard but then soothing the aching pain with a juicy kiss. “Oh my god!” Your hips go to jerk up off the table but he firmly holds you down.
“Mm you don’t know oh my god yet hun.” Bucky smirks up at you as he falls to his knees and you could almost cum based off that image alone. Big bad Bucky bowing down, clawing and jerking your underwear off your thighs, then tossing them to the side. He snatches you closer to his drooling lips breaking his stare on your excited awed face to adore your burning wet folds, spreading your legs as wide as they could go. For a moment he just shakes his head, softly growling to himself before he latches on, sinking his fat tongue so deep inside your fluttering hole. Without hesitation you lock a hand on the back of his head. A wild moan filling the air.
“Hooooollllyyyyyyy shiiiiiit Buck...” your legs spasm, your hips rock against his tongue that spears and circles your weeping pussy and you are fuckin losing your mind. He couldn’t be more pleased with how uninhibited your moans and whimpers are, how soft and needy your begs sound. Neither of you really understood how you guys got here but thank god you did. Bucky eating you out like your his most important meal of the day. Shit, of his fuckin life.
“God you taste so fuckin good.” Mumbles Bucky, face an absolute pretty mess as he slips three cool metal fingers inside your dripping hole. He didn’t care if you can handle them or not. He just couldn’t wait to see his cock stretch you out but the sight of your wetness oozing trails down his shiny hand makes his dick ache. He can’t wait to still smell you days later. “Such a pretty pussy...” he laps at your sensitive clit, “so fuckin pretty around my fingers hun...” He laps at you again then rapidly rolls the pad of his thumb over it. You slap a flat hand where Bucky’s strong grip has already split the table.
“Oh fuck!” You gasp then groan, convulsing from the spontaneous teases on your swollen clit. His fingers swiftly fucking you. Even his knuckles stroking your fluttering walls made you crumble. Just made you wonder what the fuck his dick game is like. “Oh my god Bucky please...”
Bucky slams his hand three times against your throbbing slit then asks, “please what? Use your words like a big girl.” He demands landing wet kisses and bites along your inner thigh, swirling his fingers around preparing to stretch you out his monster of a cock. Your head drops back with an exhausted huff, meeting his strokes with tremoring hips; your mewls and pathetic whines are music to his ears. How can you answer him when you can’t even find your breath? Looking up your body Bucky notices you’re nearing your peak and takes his hand away with a sinister laugh.
“I’m still waiting YN.” He murmurs standing, lifting you head up so he can slide his soiled fingers over your tongue hanging down over your chin. Sucking his metal fingers all warm and wet from your pussy, Bucky knocks his forehead against yours and moans loudly in your face. Who would have known you two would have hit it off like this? Feed off each other’s energy like this. The next few days will be...absolutely insane. He could make you cum forever. Once he feels like you’ve cleaned him well, Bucky slowly drags his fingers from between your puffy lips awaiting your answer. Kissing his worn lips that smell and taste like you, you whisper you’re wants to him.
“I want you to fuck me Bucky,” you snake a hand up his nape into his soft shaggy hair, “I want you to fuck me into this table.”
He rubs his aching cock as you softly confess, the two of you smiling and playing with each other’s lips. Damn Buck’s got you actin an ass and you don’t hate it. Nipping at his skin and licking your drying juices off his rough chin. You wouldn’t hate to keep throwing it at Bucky...if he can fuck you right. He sighs a laugh pulling away from you, lopsided and mischievous still working his dick.
“Alright.” That metal hand pushes you down into the surface with a muted thud then yanks you towards his pelvis, spanking you so hard with his special hand your pussy squirts a little. Bucky’s obsessed. “Fuck she’s ready for me...”
You squirm and whimper, groaning his name over and over, begging for him to get inside of you. Teasing you by circling his head all over your wet folds with a dastardly smile.
“Jesus Bucky...what the...” but he shuts up your persistent whining by slamming his meaty cock inside your burning walls. Shuddering and powerfully groaning out to the ceiling, Bucky stills, closing his eyes for a minute as you take a sharp inhale, overwhelmed with how full he makes you feel. Pulling out slowly, just so he can feel every ripple of your pussy, Bucky sighs your name...then snaps every inch of his big dick back inside of you as you shout and praise his name. Holding onto you by your feeble hips, he arches your lower back and bangs you out. Every beefy muscle in his body flexed and veiny Bucky fucks you like he’s using you to jerk himself off. And you fuckin can’t get enough of it. Grabbing ahold of his metal arm, you let Bucky take you, shouting and moaning as loud as you want. The table scooting noisily over the floor each time he makes contact with your spurting slit.
“That’s right hun.” Bucky growls lowly behind a clenched jaw, dying to hold out but struggling because you feel just that fuckin good to him. “Tell everyone who’s fuckin the shit out of you.”
A madman. A super soldier. A goddamn saint.
“Fuckin you so good you can’t even speak hm? Too bad...I really wanna hear that smart ass mouth.”
You’re nothing but soft groans and growls, fucked out and just about ready to combust all over Bucky talking mad shit and fucking you senseless. The table splits some more. It’s okay because Buck’s got you and you’re so fuckin close he can’t wait.
“C’mon pretty girl...cum for me...” his jaw drops as your walls squeeze, “oh that’s it...that’s it hun.”
Your ears ring. Your chest’s so tight. If it wasn’t for Bucky brushing his thumb over your clit, you thought you would have passed out but finally, you let go and it’s like everything left your body. He moans with you as you cum, still inserting his way through your contracting walls pushing his throbbing dick out. His impacts get stiffer. Crack. More punctuated. Crack. You can’t push him away.
“Buck!” You croak, limbs still stuttering from your climax.
Another determined hit and—
Bucky rests his tired body on the counter, securely wrapping his strong arms across your back, still releasing his load into your creamy pussy. Laughing, completely out of breath, he looks at the broken table in the middle of the kitchen floor. You’re barely on this earth to even worry about your table being partially torn. You gave a soldier instructions. He gladly completed the mission. Whatever casualties you picked up along the way so be it. Your chests combat one another for oxygen as you loosen your hold around his neck to look up at him.
“Sorry about that.” He shoots you a tired smile and it’s swoon worthy. Bucky’s even prettier all worn out and flushed, droopy lids and a silly smirk. Admiring that handsome face you caress you prickly cheek.
“Don’t worry about it.” You land a sweet peck on his pretty lips then snuggle the bridge of his nose. “You were just fulfilling a fantasy.”
Chuckling together, you and Bucky fall into another open mouth make our session as he carries you to your room, gently placing you down on your bed.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” He mumbles against your wet lips. You just shake your head with a warm smile.
“I got all I need right now Buck...”
Right then, Sam’s irritating ringtone comes singing from your pillows. Bucky begs you not to answer but you can’t do that, especially when Captain America is your roommate.
“What.” You bite through the phone, annoyed he’s interrupting but a small giggle falls from your lips. Bucky’s rubbing his scruffy cheeks into your neck. Instantly, Sam’s suspicious.
“Why do you sound weird? Where’s Bucky?”
You try to shrug your way out of his hold. “Bucky? Ummm...” But he bites your arm and you yelp and giggle some more, mouthing him to stop. “Bucky’s out. Went to the store or something.”
Sam squints at the screen. He knows when you’re lying. “Right. Well I’m just checkin in...making sure you two are getting along okay...”
As Sam talks, you watch Bucky trail his cool fingertips down your stomach down between your thighs, just to spin them around your clit. His dick coming to life inside you as you warm to him. You hum a chuckle, those light greyish blue eyes peepin up at you wondering why you’re still on the phone.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You had a bad day, but Bucky is there to help.
Word Count: 500
Warnings: Fluff, comfort, feels, reader had a bad day, Bucky Barnes being a sweetheart (yeah, that's a warning!)
A/N: No one asked for this short piece, but today wasn't great and I hope any lovely having a bad day finds some comfort in this. You are more than enough!!!❤️❤️❤️
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"Bad day, doll?"
Bucky wasn't used to seeing you like this. You told him more than once that having bad days helped you appreciate the good days. Still, watching you go right to the bedroom after barely speaking or touching your dinner, he internally panicked.
"I'm fine," you answered with false cheer, your smile tired. It was a look that didn't belong on your beautiful face. Everyone had bad days, but you didn't have to fake being okay with him.
"That's not what I asked."
"Yeah, it was… kind of a bad day," you admitted carefully. "Actually, you know what? It was a shitty, fucking day."
His eyes didn't leave you as you shifted in the bed, seeing the slight shake in your hand as you wiped your eyes. Even without his enhanced hearing, he would have heard the shuddering breath you let out. He knew you were still trying to hide how upset you were as the room fell silent. Who knew the former Winter Soldier could be frightened by the sight of your tears?
The lump in his throat formed before he could stop it, swallowing it down. Anger twisted in his guy within seconds because who had the fucking balls to make you feel that way? Who had the nerve to make you cry? He had to blink away the rage because it wouldn't comfort you.
Wordlessly, he crossed the room to stretch out beside you. It took a moment for you to roll over, your eyes brimming with fresh tears. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek as you moved close and buried your face in his neck. Wrapping his arms around you, he held you with more care than most people believed a former assassin could.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Why?" you mumbled as he began to rub your back.
"That you had a bad day," he replied, turning his head to kiss the top of yours. "What can I do?"
Part of him was glad you didn't see his face because he couldn't hide his guilt. The fact that he had to ask you how to make you feel better? What did that say about him?
"You holding me and being here is enough," you said with such sincerity that his heart twisted. How was he enough for you?
"You're enough," he whispered. "Do you know that?"
You sniffled, shifting a bit closer. "I am?"
"Yeah, you are. And… you're allowed to have bad days. It's more than okay," he added, cringing slightly. Was he making it worse?
"...Can you keep talking?" you asked in a small voice.
"I can do that."
"Maybe a story?" you suggested, your voice a bit lighter.
"I've been saving a good one."
"Yeah? What story is that?"
"How I fell in love with you."
He smiled when he felt your lips against his neck. You were smiling, too. It was small, but it was there and real. "I think I'm going to like this story."
He got that face and you knew he was pissed, sometimes it was better to leave Bucky alone and he would come to you eventually, tells whats bothering him and you resolve the issue, you were in the middle of an Avengers meeting, Steve talking everyone else listening like always, Wanda smile looking at you and went arounnd the table with your eyes hoping to find what was making him so angry, you were sitting beside him so you grab his hand trying to get his atention, he grab it and press a little giving you a small smile, at least he wasnt pissed with you
- what is making so angry....
- oh cyborg here is jealous of the spider boy
- plz tell me Sam is joking...
- well why he has to bring you to his graduation, I mean doesnt he has a girlfriend of his own age to bother instead taking MINE - you were so used to by now listening to Bucky holding that ownership in things and people, like Steve as his best friend or you as his girlfriend that only made you smile
- oh Buck really!!?? I thought you would be jealous of Steve or maybe I dont know Thor or maybe Sam... but Peter.... Im offended
- I'm the one that has to see his girlfriend being eyed by that creep all the time he is around and you are offended
- I dont understand how is it that didnt do anything about it..
- I mean yeah like if it's bothering so much... why you didnt tell Peter yet that I Am yours, god knows that if any of the new female recrutes gets closer to you I make sure they know you are mine
- I dont have any doubt about that doll
- then can you stay put and trust me you have nothing to be jealous about
- not from you obviously but he should know
- alright... let me tak to him first... after all he is like a surrogate brother, Peter walk outside the meeting room in the moment Bucky kissed you and he saw him and got the oportunity to make sure Peter knew, you just smile in the kiss with your realising what Bucky was doing
- really?... and me thinking you were kissing me because you like me..
-I love you, thats why I will keep doing it...- Steve called him and he half turn looking at hia friend...
- go... and for the record I love you too grumpy man - Bucky tried to hide his smile and Wanda go closer to you
- so the soldier and you...
- oh Wanda come on... you can read minds....
- yeah and I think you better talk to your surrogated brother and leave things clear - you just nod and you didnt say anything before bcause you thought it was a phase of a teenage boy and eventually he would get a gf of his age his school but he liked you and you did too but now in the same way
- hey you...
- hey y/n ...I was wondering if my graduation ball still stand...
- oh... do you still want to go with me... I thought you would want to take MJ or any other girl from school...
- is it because of Bucky?
- Peter... Bucky and I... we are together and we love eachother... I know Im hurting you right now... but is necessary you heard it from me... I know how important my dad is for you and how much he roots for you but you are like a brother to me and you know thats all is going to be...- he nod - I dont want you to be sad... I just think your graduation is a very important part of your life and you need to enjoy it with someone special - he was going to talk and you stoped him - and I know is not me
- do you think MJ would say yes?
- of course...
- your dad is organizing an after party for it... would you be there...with Bucky....
- I will but I'll make sure I save a dance for you
- that would be nice...
- good...- Happy aproched to them telling Tony was looking for the kid and Peter blush and you smile...
- go... dont make the old man waitting to much
- I heard you...- Tony sand from inside the lab
- Im your daughter and Im reatching my 30s, you are old - Tony rolled his eyes and Peter laugh getting inside the lab, after that talk both of you felt more light
Bucky dressed up to a black suit with a black under shirt he looked so amazing you had problems paying attention to anything else that night
- you know I'm having trouble paying attention to anything else than you on that green dress doll
- I know the feeling - Bucky smile and secure his left arm around your waist, you felt so loved and workship by him you were shinning and everyone could see it
- hey Peter... are you enjoying your night?
- is actually pretty great.... did you tell him about the dance?
- what dance...
- oh I promised a dance to Peter now that he chose to bring MJ to prom
- am I suposed to dance with MJ?
- if you want...- Bucky knew you were making fun of him smiling like that and he let go of you but not without kissing your lips making sure Peter knew where you belong
- dont worry Im good... I dont really dance... you actually look perfect together...
- excuse me?
- y/n and you... you seem perfect, you move together, you rotate like earth around the sun and is confortable to watch
- how old are you? - Bucky was kind of stunt by that girl
- yeah some people think I am older than I am really... Im just waiser than most people
- endeed you are kid - Wanda aproached to Bucky asking for a dance, eventually you returned to his arms and you smile hugging yourself to him, kissing his neck, Bucky smile kissing your naked shoulder...- I really want to rip this dress out of you...
-plz dont do it in front of everyone
-I wouldnt dare Steve would have a heart attack, he is too old
- you are as old as him... but you look so hot and sexy right now...
- lets get out of here... - you smile allowing Bucky to walk you out to the private living quaters in the compound
His kiss shut you out and you coudln't think of anything else but his hands and lips on you, that power he has on you since the day he'd arrived to the compound the friendship with Steve and the chemistry you both had since day one, it took a long time for him to trust you and them came love and passion and those feelings run deep in you for Bucky, and you knew his were the same for you, some would say it was a weakness but you were partners and that made you stronger always together
- are you still jealous....
- no....- his forehead rest into yours and hugged you close to him - you are my forever y/n
- and you are my everything Buck...- he kissed your forehead and tried to get some sleep feeling sure you would guard his dreams and prevent to become nightmares
This idea of Bucky being jealous of Peter's crush on y/n I had to write about it
summary || taking the offer you you begin working for bucky. though, later he has to save you again
pairing || mafia!bucky x female!reader
warnings || creepy guys again (briefly)
note || i wasn’t going to make a second chapter, but i have more inspiration for this
should i make a part 3?
requests are open <3
please don’t steal my work!
It was noisy. Bass echoed throughout the club. The white shirt you wore was tight against you, and the black skirt you wore was slightly shorter than you wanted it to be. You kept pulling at the collar of your white shirt as if to stretch it out.
Your job was easy. All you had to do was serve drinks and occasionally work behind the bar. You ran into the man that saved you occasionally, but you still didn’t know who he was. Most people seemed scared of him often bowing their heads out of fear.
He on the other hand already knew who you were. He had Sam research you to check if you were dangerous. Someone as powerful- as Bucky who owned almost the whole city- he needs to make sure a rival didn’t send a spy in.
You were cleaning up the bar that was off in the back. When the door opened in the front. You could see people stepping aside for what you could only assume was him. His entourage followed behind him as they descended up the stairs that were nestled in the corner.
Your eyes followed his broad frame as he disappeared. You couldn’t help, but have a slight attraction to the man. Who wouldn’t though? With his charming personality and handsome looks, he could practically have any girl. You’ve seen firsthand how women just drop to his feet.
“Y/n they’re requesting you,” your co-worker Natasha turned to you. The two of you became friends rather quickly.
“Dunno, the boss just asked for you though,” Natasha’s red locks framed her face as she shook her head.
Walking up the dingy stairs you could hear the chatter above grow louder. You didn’t know that the whole upper level was a giant casino till you entered. People cheered happily as they took the money they had just won. Guards were stationed all around. In the back of plush sofas, you saw him sitting with several other people. Only one you ￼recognized￼. A man who wore an expensive suit with messy hair. Tony Stark, the famous billionaire.
Walking up to them was hard enough. You could feel a bundle of nerves rise in your throat as they turned to you.
“Who is this,” Tony tossed an arm over you. You could see him giving Tony a look you couldn’t place.
“That’s Y/n,” Bucky stood up and gently pulled you to his side. Tony just sat down again a smile on his face.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“No,” Bucky’s voice was sharp as he slowly let go of you.
“Mmm,” Sam hummed a content smirk on his face as Bucky looked at him. Anger raging in his blue eyes.
“Well Bucky this has been fun, but I must go,” Tony had suddenly got up and was heading towards the door, a woman draped on his arm.
So his names Bucky.
“Don’t forget about my offer!” Tony yelled across the room as he disappeared with the woman.
Nervously you placed one foot in front of the other, “Can I get you all something to drink?” They must have forgotten you were there because all eyes turned towards you.
As they rattled off their orders Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave your figure. His gaze was intense and unwavering. The way back towards the bar was darker than it originally was on the way up.
The club was even more crowded than before. As you waited for Nat to hand you all the drinks you felt someone slid next to you.
“Can I buy you a drink?” A gravely voice rumbled deep next to you.
Your body went still. Not turning towards the man you swiftly replied, “No thank you.”
“She said no, you idiot.” Bucky stood behind you. Anger clear as day on his face. The man went running off in fear. Your eyes met his ocean blue ones as you silently thanked him he was there.
“You always need saving don’t you?”
“Apparently,” your body relaxed as Bucky chuckled deeply.
summary bucky always has a soft spot for his girl.
pairing biker!bucky x reader
warnings biker!bucky, brief implied violence and blood, fluff, pet names.
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Bucky would avoid letting his guard down as much as possible. Concessions and forgiveness would never help you in bikers world and he knew that better than anyone. He was known to be tough and strict, and he was keeping up with the reputation most of the time.
“You take care of him.” he said to Steve, still looking at the man, laying on the floor in his own blood. Steve nodded slowly and Bucky walked away, ignoring his blood stained knuckles.
Tough and strict.
Except when he was around you.
You and Bucky were as different as you could be. You were the nicest person he has ever met. You were polite to everyone, even to him, a gang leader. You were always gentle with him. You would never pressure him or hurt him. You really cared about him. You were simply just good while Bucky was just, well, Bucky.
“You are sure that this is safe, right, Bucky?” you looked at him with a worried frown between your eyebrows and he chuckled. He was going to give you a ride to work with his bike since your car was under repair. You were wearing the blue helmet he bought especially for you and the sight was making his heart swell.
“Sweetheart, I would never let anything happen to you, you know that. I would never put you in danger.” he said and kissed you.
Yes, it was difficult at first, you were far from an ordinary couple but the challenge only made Bucky love you even more.
Maybe it was just you being different from him but Bucky couldn’t help developing a soft spot for you.
You were already asleep when he came home after midnight. He usually came home early but today he had more complicated things to do. He quickly regretted not coming home earlier when he saw you curled up on the couch, sleeping while some sitcom was playing on the tv. He knew that you were waiting for him, worrying that he wouldn't come back.
He walked up to the couch and smiled at you softly. He slowly lifted you up in bridal style, giving you a kiss on the forehead. He walked to the bedroom, careful not to wake you up. He put you on the bed slowly and put a blanket over you. He kissed your cheek and took off his leather jacket. He was trying to take his shirt off when he heard your voice.
“Bucky?” He quickly turned around to look at you. You were on your elbows, looking at him with sleepy eyes. His eyes softened when he saw your sleepy and confused state, you were looking adorable with your messy hair and puffy eyes.
“Hey, baby.” he whispered, smiling and quickly changed into shorts and a t-shirt. You watched him as he changed and he laid down next to you. He pulled you to his chest gently and kissed your hair, smelling your shampoo.
“I’m sorry. I tried to make it home earlier but I had things to do.” he apologised, feeling guilty about the fact that you fell asleep on the couch, waiting for him.
“It’s okay.” you mumbled sleepily and he knew that it was okay. He couldn’t express how thankful he was for you. You understood him, knew him, loved him and he was beyond happy for it. He knew that it was all going to be okay as long as you were with him.
“I love you so much.” he whispered but still, it wasn’t enough to express how much you meant to him, words were useless when it came to you.
“I love you too, Bucky.”
It wasn’t that bad to have a soft spot. In fact, it was the best thing that ever happened to Bucky Barnes.
Y/N Stark was a wild child. Vandalism, drag racing, that kind of thing. She was untamable, filled with sarcasm and nothing else.
Her undeniable love for crackers leads her right into the man who would fix her, love her.
BUCKY BARNES X READER
Chapter five: Steve you beautiful blonde idiot you
Bucky didn’t come to get her for her appointment that morning. He wasn’t waiting when Y/N used her crutches to take her down to the medical floor of the Avengers tower. He wasn’t there when she graduated to a cane k and he wasn’t there when she went to his floor.
It was like nobody else was in the tower. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, where the fuck is everybody?” She called, fingers curling around birds head of her cane (she wasn’t sure which bird, just thought it looked wicked as hell).
“The conference room, Miss Stark.”
She moved back into the elevator, most of her weight on the cane. “Take me to the goddamn conference room,” she muttered and looked at her nails.
The elevator travelled up, almost slower than normal. Although Y/N knew it wasn’t going slower than it usually was, it was all of her anxiety bubbling to the surface. She shouldn’t have kissed Bucky last night, should’ve just left him alone to wallow until he came around. She shouldn’t have pushed him in the way she did.
Her cane thunked against the floor as she made her way to the conference room. Y/N had never understood why the walls were glass. Surely there were gonna be some conferences that were private, that others didn’t need to know about. But, from where she was standing, she could see everything.
Her dad, her family, and Bucky were all sat around a long table, brown folders in front of them. A government official stood in front of them, a thick booklet in his hands. Behind him were pictures, pictures of most of the damage done while Bucky was The Winter Soldier.
Rage bubbled up inside of the youngest Stark. Her nails dug crescents into her palms as she steadied herself on the cane. Sucking in a deep breath, she marched forward and threw open the glass doors. “Y/N,” Natasha started.
But she didn’t get very far.
Y/N walked towards the government official, a dangerous smile on her lips. “I don’t think we’ve met,” she held out her hand, “Y/N Stark.”
The government official looked towards her father. “Now I know I’m not meant to be in this meeting. I know I’m not wanted here. You probably should’ve considered locking the door.” She moved slowly, almost taunting him with the way she was attempting to walk. “But then I wouldn’t have been able to burst in here to tell Mr Government Official whose name I don’t care about that someone in this tower is trying to recover and showing them photos of stuff the brainwashed version of them that isn’t really them did, isn’t helpful to their recovery.”
“Shut it, tin can.”
She turned her attention back to the government official, but Nat was suddenly in front of her, pushing her out of the room. She locked eyes with Bucky as she went (somewhat willingly, Nat was one frightening lady) and saw nothing but sadness concealed in his blue orbs.
Immediately Y/N turned to the redhead. “Nat, what the hell is going on in there? Why is Bucky having to see everything that happened while he was The Winter Soldier?”
Nat only shook her head. “None of us want this either. You’ve just got to be strong for him, okay? He’ll need your help to get through this.”
“Get through what?”
Nat bit her lip, debating whether or not to answer. One look back inside of the conference room, where Bucky was more concentrated on Y/N than his own future, and his mind was made up.
“They think Barnes and Wanda are a threat and they want to have them locked up.”
She said it so fast, Y/N almost missed it. Almost. “What do you mean? How are they a threat?” She challenged.
Nat shrugged, not because she didn't know why he was a threat, but because she didn't know what to say to Y/N. “You’ve seen what The Winter Soldier could do. He had you at one point, didn’t he?”
“No! The winter soldier never touched me!” She protested. It wasn't that usual defiant Stark attitude Nat was used to, it was desperation. "I was down in the garage, he never came near me."
Natasha was baffled. She could very clearly remember having her gun trained on Bucky, The Winter Soldier while he had his hands on Y/N, holding her flush against him, his metal arm around her neck. "He almost killed you," Nat said, reaching for her hand.
Y/N pulled it away. More like ripped it away. "That didn't happen. I would remember if it did!" She looked like she was going to break down and cry. Nat had never seen a Stark cry before. She didn't think it was possible. "What happens if they decide he's a threat?"
"They'll take him away. Put him somewhere where he can't get to other people."
"Where I won't be able to get to him?"
Natasha opened her arms. "I'm sorry, kid. None of us want him to go either."
"Do we really have a choice?"
In answer, Y/N only got a pat on the shoulder. She watched as Nat walked back into the conference room. She didn't follow, instead sat on the floor outside with her back against the opposite wall, watching as the government official spoke and Bucky listened. By now she knew him well enough to know his reactions and what they meant. She could tell when he was shocked, surprised, upset, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him.
At one point he locked eyes with her. Y/N raised her eyebrows, a silent question of what was going on. But Bucky turned back to the government official and Y/N turned back to her cane.
Around half an hour later people started filing out of the conference room. Almost everybody came out, everybody but her father, Steve and the government official. They stayed in their seats and the government official stayed where he was, arms crossed, looking mad.
Bucky was the only one who came over to Y/N. The others walked past her, sending her sympathetic smiles. Bucky marched straight over and pulled her to her feet. He looked down at the cane and smiled. "Is that an upgrade?"
“Please don’t try and be funny I’m a full minute away from crying.”
With his fingers under her chin, Bucky tipped her face up towards him. “You wanna tell me what’s going on in that brilliant head of yours?” He asked, blue eyes filled with concern. Concern for her. With all that was going on with him and Bucky was concerned for her, for the way she was feeling. Y/N almost burst into tears then and there.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around Bucky, let her body fall into his strong one. Her cane clattered to the floor. “They can’t take you away, Buck! I won’t let them!” Her fists connected with his arm and Buck caught them easily, laughing ever so slightly. He kissed the top of her head. “You won’t let them take you, right?”
“There’s nothing I can do, doll.” For the first time since Y/N had first seen him, Bucky looked somewhat upset. It was kind of a relief, seeing his face fall like that. As much as Y/N hated it she let a breath loose.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Y/N held onto Bucky as he stood up straight, effortlessly pulling her from the floor. “Well then, they’re just going to have to take me with you.”
As much as Steve and Tony tried, they weren’t able to plead Bucky’s case to the government official. For Wanda, it was a little easier. She was younger than Bucky, had done some good for the Avengers since.
But The Winter Soldier, with his long history, made things a little more difficult. They’d tried to show the government official that he wasn’t a threat, that nothing had happened for months. Tried to plead that he was a war hero, that, without him, they might not have won the war.
Nothing seemed to be working.
“You may have your weekend to say your goodbyes,” Said the government official, looking at Bucky and Y/N through the glass. “A team will be here to pick him up. I trust there will be no problems?”
“No problems at all.” Steve threw down his files and marched out of the conference room.
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 after the events of the battle of New York, Steve Rogers doesn't seem to get a break from the aftermath that is caused by the blue space stone
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 sorry for the late post, I wanted to post the first chapter on saturday but I've got an infection and was sick af. Anyway enjoy this chapter!
⇦PROLOGUE CHAPTER TWO⇨
May 17th, 2012: Washington, D.C.
On Friday, May 4, the world took a hard slap in the face. The Battle of New York revealed many dirty secrets the American government tried to hide ever since the events in Los Angeles 1995 and New Mexico 2011. Supernatural beings such as aliens are real, not just a rumor or a sci-fi story from an old comic book. Unfortunately, the people had to learn it the hard way. Overnight the world became part of something bigger- a bigger universe, beyond any imagination. No one had guessed that a crazy God who is jealous of his brother started to act out due to an inferiority complex.
The Battle of New York had taken its toll. Dead alien beings laying around the streets of Manhattan, completely destroyed buildings and people who couldn't be saved. Though conspiracy theorists finally got a long awaited answer to their questions. The Invasion caused fear, anger and trust at once. Trust for the not so mysterious group of a giant green monster, a billionaire in a flying metal suit, a costumed hero from the 40's, two deadly assassins and a literal God also known as the already mentioned brother of the crazy alien leader.
The Avengers were born.
"What kind of secrets are you trying to hide now, Fury?" With sceptical eyes and a bad feeling, Steve Rogers watches whatever the SHIELD agents are about to do.
Nearly two weeks have passed since the invasion of the chitauri. The aftermath is still causing troubles, buildings are still getting rebuilt and remains of the attack can be found in some areas. But it's getting better and people work together.
Ever since the Avengers were born, Steve Rogers decided to stay in Washington, D.C. at the so-called triskelion, one of the three main headquarters of SHIELD. To be fair, he only stays because it was Peggy Carter who originally founded the agency along with Howard Stark and Colonel Chester Phillips, his old chief of Camp Lehigh. Steve feels like he owes them, especially Peggy after missing their date and their possible life together.
Right now he is safe in an observation area, where he can see every inch of the big grey room behind thick armored glass. Walls made of solid steel make sure that whatever happens will not leave this former hulk security room. In the middle of this cold room is a pedestal with a small apparatus. Strange devices are surrounding the mysterious thing and conduct energy into it.
Though it seems like the little constellation of rusty gears and a crystal in the middle doesn't react.
After the lies Fury told them about the old plans with the tesseract, Steve couldn't help but question the actions. For all he knows this could be yet another plan to arm for a paranoid fear that something from space will attack the earth. Nick Fury, the director of the agency that prepares for supernatural things like this, stands right beside the living legend. Just like below in the newly built laboratory, there are scientists on the observation platform to keep an eye on the scene. They are mumbling highly scientific stuff now and then which a normal person wouldn't understand but at least the green lights on their monitors tell Steve that everything is alright. Nothing seems to blow up. Yet.
"No secrets, Captain", Fury promises, never taking his eye off from the strange relic that starts to light up a little. "We always treated that little thing like a paperweight. A dust collector, nothing serious. Due to the data, this thing has been in our possession since 1992."
Steve scoffs. It is hard to believe that SHIELD never tried to turn whatever that is into something more useful in the last twenty years. "And you never wondered what it could be?"
"Well, Captain. It never showed any reaction", Fury says, "Not until the tesseract was activated."
The tesseract seems to have done more damage than first suspected. It's the little details like a glowing rusty little artifact full of dust that cause fear and caution. But the fact that SHIELD is working on a strange object again that may or may not have a connection to the blue space cube worries the literal superhero.
"What's the plan?", the blond asks curiously as soon as the light grows brighter the more energy it gets.
"There is no plan. But whatever it is", Fury picks up a file and hands it over to Steve before finishing the sentence. For dramatic purposes. "It's dangerous."
The man's blue eyes scan over the paper. >WARNING< is written in bold, red letters on it. There isn't much information about the scrap metal which worries the super soldier even more. As if this thing just randomly appeared in 1992. No information on who submitted the artifact. It doesn't even have a name, just a bunch of numbers that define the constellation as >Subject C326<.
What no one expected is the burst of an enormous energy wave only to find a young girl lying unconsciously but uninjured on the floor while everyone else gets pushed away by the strong force.
The full moon is Selene's daily companion and constant reminder of the personal hell she is trapped in. Day in, day out, there is this full white circle in the night sky enhancing her magic like some sort of bad joke. Each damn night the girl spends in this world, Selene sees the celestial body. God, it is so humiliating, ignominious even. It's very existence is mocking her, showing the brunette the weakness within her.
A strict daily routine is the only concept to keep her sane. Every day Selene wakes up at 9 am, eats breakfast at 10:30 am after she goes to the grocery store nearby to get the food she wants, cleaning and digesting follows right after that. The rest of the young girl's midday routine depends on what Selene wants to do. Either a workout to keep the regular physical activity up or traveling around the world since she has nothing else to do. Who is going to stop her?
So when Selene went to bed, saying goodnight to the offensive moon after having one of her movie nights, she didn't expect to wake up in a white room.
Confused, Selene tries to get a clear mind. Did she sleep somewhere else? No, she's pretty sure she went home after visiting the store to get a new camera. Hesitantly she slowly lifts up the bed sheets and sees a strange baby blue pj in which she is mysteriously dressed in.
Soon Selene realizes that this isn't a familiar room. In fact, she's never been in a room without a single window or furniture. This looks like a cell. Almost immediately panic arises.
Where is she?
Where did the clothes come from?
Or the most important question: who did this to her? Because as far as Selene can remember, she was trapped alone in an alternative dimension.
Something isn't right.
She can feel the blank fear in her veins, influencing her movements. It feels like every cell in her body suddenly awakens. Before Selene even realizes it, she jumps out of the bed. Her hazel eyes are trying to find a way out, an exit to flee as fast as possible. One door. Two cameras. One bed. One blanket. One pillow. That's it. The only light comes from buzzing lights on the ceiling.
Something isn't right.
Selene tries her best to keep calm. Her fast heartbeat echoes in her ears, probably too loud for it to be normal. Her chest rises at an inhuman speed. Cameras? A strange environment? Humans. But how? It's impossible.
Something isn't right.
The young girl isn't sure whether it's complete panic or even a little excitement she feels right now. To be fair she should be scared of what is coming but at the same time.. How long has it been? When was the last time Selene met a real human being? That's a stupid question. She never stopped counting the days in that damn alternative world her mother sent her to.
Someone saved her. A hero?
Whatever, everything will be fine now.
Selene has two choices. She could free herself, open the door violently and run away or she could wait and behave. Whoever freed her from this prison, they're cautious. But they probably don't know what they are dealing with.
Barefoot, Selene starts to walk around. Her mind runs at full speed. Do they think of her as an enemy or a friend? She still looks like a sixteen year old girl even after all those years of isolation. Honestly, Selene isn't sure if that's a good or a bad thing. Maybe she miscalculated. Maybe she was trapped in a different time. It could've been several years in her world but only a few months or weeks in the real one. She doesn't know. Her mother sent her to this hell before Selene was able to run more tests on it.
Instantly she stops in her movements. What if the people who saved her are her enemies? That's the only logical explanation. No one could possibly use the ascendant without her mother's blood. Which means her mom brought her back. Which also means…
Selene is not free.
This is just another prison.
She was never free.
Wait. She freezes again, doesn't dare to move. What if this is just a dream? A nightmare. A hallucination. Selene had many of those already. A side-effect of isolation and loneliness. Her heartbeat is painfully loud and strong. Not again. Tears filled her eyes. Quickly Selene squeezes them shut, causing hot tears to roll down her cheeks. Not again. She's trapped in her mind. Or still trapped in this damn dimension? Hell, she doesn't know.
She needs air. Her breath gets heavier while her hand reachs for her tightening throat trying to free it from whatever happens right now. She is running out of air. She can't breathe. The walls come closer and closer. Is she going to die? But she doesn't want to. She didn't even have the chance to live at all!
It's warm but it's cold, the burst of different body temperatures makes her dizzy. The shortness of breath drives Selene crazy. Her legs feel numb, they can't hold her weight. The weight on her shoulders. The weight of the truth that she will never be free. Soon, her knees collided with the floor, arms wrapped around her small, trembling body. After all these years, the torture hasn't ended yet.
Suddenly Selene hears a lock. The door. Her eyes widen at the sight of the only exit slowly opening. Cold sweat covers her tensed body immediately. She swallows hard but the fear in her body remains. And again the girl tries to find something- anything to flee or to protect herself against the person who is about to enter this room.
That's when she remembers. Selene scoffs. What? Why is she afraid? All her life, she's been told what immense powers she has. Powers which caused all of this. She is strong. She can protect herself. Fear is nothing but a feeling used to control her.
I can do it, Selene thinks while trying to calm her breath and her shaking hands, and even if I don't, I have to.
A man comes in, blond short hair, dressed in casual clothes. Now Selene is confused. Who the hell is that? The girl tries to feel her surroundings by concentrating on every magical spark in the air. A strange amount of power radiates from him, but it's not magical. He's no witch and he doesn't work for her mom but he's not normal either. Also to be honest, it's safe to say that her mom would be the one to come into her room, simply to emotionally abuse her even more. To laugh in Selene's face. To tell her that after all she won.
Steve sees the young girl on the floor, scared, trembling, but mostly confused. He immediately holds up his hands, signaling her that he does not want to harm her. All he sees is a kid, imprisoned against her will. When Selene jumps up and steps back until her back hits the wall, Steve couldn't help but feel bad.
"Hey, everything's alright", the blond says calmly, "I'm not here to hurt you."
But all Selene can think of is his appearance. A human. After all this time a human being is standing right in front of her. Is he real? Is he a hallucination? Usually Selene hallucinates people she knows. People who caused her misery like her mom and the rest of the coven.
Slowly the girl takes baby steps toward the unknown man. He seems familiar as if she already met him.
"Are you real?", Selene asks cautiously. Immediately she scoffs. That's a stupid question. A hallucination would lie and say yes, just like a real person would say the truth and say yes as well.
Before Steve could answer the question, realization hits her. Again, her eyes grow wide.
"Holy shit", Selene breathes out, going closer to the man, "you are Captain America."
Steve's eyebrows rose in surprise. Of course people know Captain America is back since the events in New York, but he didn't exactly expect that reaction.
"Yes. Steve Rogers."
He offers Selene his hand to shake it, also silently requesting her name in return but she never answers.
Eyes locked on the outstretched hand, the girl draws even closer to the man. With a silent question in her eyes, she looks up at the blond.
"Can I-" , Selene swallows her fear down, at least she tries, unsuccessfully. She never allowed herself to hope. Hope would make everything worse, but now? Now Selene feels the warmth of a real hand of flesh and blood. The rough skin of the man's palm on her tiny fingertips as she touches it. Probably from the War he participated in. This can't be an illusion. This can't be her sick mind trying to trick her. It's real. It has to be!
"Can I hug you?"
Steve squints his eyes, brows lifted in confusion. Fury warned him about whatever the rusty thing brought into this room. SHIELD is clueless about this girl, they even changed her clothes to make sure wherever she comes from, she's no threat, not contaminated. Of course he understands the need for wariness, but looking into the young girl's hazel eyes, all Steve can see is loneliness. All Steve can see is a broken girl. She is hurt and needs to feel safe. She needs to feel affectionate human interaction.
After hesitating for a minute, Captain America nods and opens his arms to welcome the young girl. Selene embraces the muscular body immediately, her head against his broad chest, her arms wrapped around him tightly. She can hear his heartbeat, slow and regular. It's so calming, she could fall asleep on the spot. This can't be fake. The warmth of a human being she longed for. The hygienic smell of soap mixed with a strong, manly scent. She's free.
"What is he doing?" Fury asks, watching the living legend hug the unknown prisoner on the monitor, irritated.
Natasha Romanov also known as Black Widow stands right beside the director. To be honest, she's not sure what to think about this encounter either.
You are trying to get into a new college but unfortunately, you don't have enough money. You find out through a friend that you can get paid around $25,000 to be a surrogate mother. It doesn't seem like such a bad idea. But somehow the sperm vials get switched and there are a lot of people depending on the baby you are carrying.
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
word count - 739
“So basically she is being paid $25,000 for bearing some couple’s bastard offspring,” my sister Michelle explains to me.
“First of all, surrogacy is a bit more complicated than that. But second of all, it sounds kinda” you drown off “Why am I actually thinking about surrogacy.”
MJ looks at me.
“You're kidding me Aunt Y/N.” She eyes me with a judging smile.
“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for a date with ‘he who shall not be named’?”
“Peter’s always late.”
“Uh Huh,” Michelle and I say in unison.
The doorbell rings.
MJ immediately jumps up.
“Shit, I’m not ready.” MJ starts to freak out
“What did I say? I told you that you should get ready.” I say with a know-it-all tone.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
“I got it alright? I will answer the door and invite him into the kitchen and you can get ready”
“YOU CAN’T FUCKING ANSWER THE DOOR. You need to help me get ready. I don’t even know what to wear.”
“Fine. Michelle will open the door.”
“MUM, IF YOU FUCKING DRILL HIM WITH QUESTIONS I WILL KILL YOU.”
“Language and I won’t!!!! I swear,” She says but I know that she will.
I follow MJ up to her room which is covered roof to floor with feminist signs and ACAB posters. When I look to her bed I see Tesse their dog sitting on a pile of clothes, her bright blue eyes staring into my soul.
“What is this?” I saw motioning to the mountain
“I don’t know what to fucking wear.”
“What about this?” I say as I pull out a sparkly silver dress.
“I can’t wear that. I don’t wanna look like fucking disco ball.”
“How about this?” I take an Inhaler band tee holding up a dark wash high waisted pair of jeans and spot a classic pair of Converse in the corner of her room. Her eyes settle on the shoes and instantly agree.
“Peter will love this!” She says while tying her hair up in a messy bun.”Y/N THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.” She holds up a heart symbol with her hands. I flip her off. She cackles as I leave the room. I walk downstairs to see my sister asking Peter what his intentions are with MJ. I get there in time to stop her from freaking this poor child out.
“Okay… Peter, what is your favourite subject...”
“Oh, it must be maths and science right. I can tell from your physics shirt. You don’t get an internship at Stark industries for nothing right.”
I gasp, holding my mouth. I wasn’t supposed to know that one.
“Shut up Michelle. I’m trying to have a nice conversation with the kid.”
“Anyway, I think it’s time for you kiddos to go.”
“MJ hasn’t come down yet,” Peter says with an awkward smile.
“I’m here now,” MJ says from the staircase. We all walk towards it. Peter with a spring in his step.
“Wow. MJ you look… wow...”
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” She says bashfully.
Peter smiles and takes MJ in a tight embrace. Young love. Fuck my life. I want to be young and in love. But I'm old and the last relationship was 6 months ago which left me depressed and codependent on my sister.
“Get out of here you two,” I say, gritting my teeth with internal pain.
The door shuts behind them, instantly restarting my sister's complaints about overpaid pregnancy.
“You're whoring yourself out and you don’t even know the guy!”
“Yeah, but it’s 25k, you know how expensive literature studies are!”
“You’re doing feminist literature, how expensive can it be?”
“It’s like $10,230 and I don’t have that kinda cash lying around.”
“25k is a lot more than 10k. Surely there is some other kind of thing you could do to get money.”
“It’s a FUCKING pandemic, it’s either get a sugar daddy or get a child.”
“And what are you gonna do when you give birth? Just give the child away. That is the fruit of your loins.”
“First of all don’t say the fruit of your loins I fucking hate that. And second of all, I can see the child if I wanna see the child and I don’t. So can you just support me?”
“It might take me a while? But I’ll try.”
“Thank you, Michelle. I love you.”
I’ve read this fic where the reader somehow ends up in a different dimension(?) where’s HYDRA took control and they kept Steve as a prisoner, and the reader version of this HYDRA!Dimension tortures Cap and then original reader helps Steve to escape and they have to try and destroy HYDRA so reader can go home but I think that in the end reader stays because she fell in love with Cap
I think it had like 2/3 chapters but I’m really not sure
Can you pls do a fic with Bucky and reader when she gives birth ❤️
This was so wholesome omg I loved writing it 🥺 Disclaimer though, I’ve never had a kid myself so this is just best guess I suppose 🤷🏻♀️
(No one tell my boyfriend I’m using our future baby names for fanfics)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 3.5k
Summary: You and Bucky have your first baby together
Warnings: Fluff, breast feeding mention, descriptions of pain, teeny tiny illusion to smut, lil angst from Bucky, childbirth, hospital mention, scissors mention, pain medication mention
It sounds really stupid but while you knew labour was going to be hard, you didn’t think it would be this hard. You didn’t really want to admit it but that initial excitement you felt when your water had first broke had worn off by this point, nerves starting to take over. You had just been pottering around your kitchen, making a grocery list while rubbing your aching bump, the skin pulled so taught you worried you might burst. ‘Bump’ was maybe the wrong word. This was more like a beachball tucked under your dress at this point, your due date was three days ago and honestly, you were ready to get the little one out of you. You hadn’t had a full nights sleep in over a month, your tummy becoming too heavy and uncomfortable for you to be able to fully relax. You woke every few hours, tossing and turning, just hoping to get some relief from your child that was going to be a kick-boxer when they were older by the way they were battering your organs from the inside.
But when your water had broke onto the tiles of the kitchen floor, you weren’t quite sure what to do, pulling up one of dining chairs and taking a seat, taking a deep breath to combat the discomfort of the pressure in your abdomen. When the dull ache subsided, that’s when it really hit you. You could remember the way Bucky came running when you had called and the look on his face when he saw you wincing, gripping the kitchen table so hard your knuckles were turning white, the telltale puddle on the floor made him gasp excitedly, figuring out what was going on before you had a chance to tell him.
“You okay? You need anything? Does it hurt yet? Do we need to go to the hospital?” The questions were just tumbling from his mouth, the concern so evident on his face. He’d been to every appointment, every scan, every parenting class and read every book. He knew the answers to all those questions but clearly the excitement was taking over now.
“No, can’t go to the hospital yet, they won’t take me if I’m not dilated enough.” You winced, the discomfort starting to subside. “Where’s the yoga ball honey?” You asked, rubbing your tight tummy, trying to soothe yourself as much as the child inside you. Bucky ran off to get it then helped you up and guided you over on top of it. You bounced and rolled your hips for what felt like hours, Bucky on his knees behind you, hands on your tummy, trying to get the baby down into a better position. The contractions gradually got more frequent and the pain more intense, Bucky doing his absolute best to soothe you through them.
“We should go toots, they should be able to take you now.” Bucky reasoned, just keen to get you in the hands of someone medically trained.
“I might not be far enough along yet but we can try.” You agreed, pulling yourself up off the ball.
“They’ll take you, believe me. Your husband is the Winter Solider after all. That’s the Winter Soldier’s baby.” You couldn’t help but laugh, you hadn’t really thought of it like that. Bucky was absolutely certain that as soon as he flashed the nurses one of those famous brooding glares, his wife wouldn’t be turned away.
So with that, Bucky grabbed the hospital bag, secured the car seat for the baby and the pair of you left your home.
“Next time we go back in through that door, there will be three of us.” He mused happily, taking a second to stare at the door before starting the car. You couldn’t help but pull him into a loving kiss, one that made his heart flutter in his chest, thinking about how he could never have expected a life this perfect.
“C’mon, let’s go have this baby.” You smiled happily, hand resting on your tummy, knowing that soon enough, it would be vacant.
That wholesome morning felt so long ago now though, pain shooting through your tummy to somewhere deep inside you. The hospital had taken you right away, all the paperwork hastily filled out so you could get to a room that smelled so strongly of disinfectant. You had only been three centimetres dilated when you had come in but now you were up to eight, approaching nine and you were very much aware it was almost go-time. Bucky had been by your side the whole time, coaching you through every painful contraction, holding your hand, kissing your shoulders, reminding you how proud of you he was.
“We are never having another baby.” You hissed through gritted teeth as a particularly painful contraction took hold, convinced even his metal fingers might bend with the way you were gripping them.
“This was your idea! You’re the one who suggested that trip to Italy.” He reminded you, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead, letting you pant your way through the pain. He was right in all fairness but carrying the blame didn’t make you feel any better so you decided to continue blaming him instead. Thankfully though, your doctor came in at that moment and cut short all chat about what had went on in Italy around nine months ago.
The pain was all consuming. You had decided against an epidural so you puffed on as much gas and air as you could, letting the woozy feeling go to your head and distract you from the pain as much as possible. For the most part, you were very proud that you had managed to keep relatively quiet compared to some of the other ladies, managing to only groan your way through the contractions, rather than scream.
“Okay Mrs Barnes, we’re going to check on baby again, alright?” Your doctor smiled warmly, noticing how your contractions seemed to have strengthened more than you had even thought possible. You could only nod, the plastic end of the gas tube between your teeth. You didn’t focus on where the doctor’s hand went or what she did, just on the excited look on your husband’s sleepy face, the realisation hitting him that your child was almost here.
“Oh wow Mrs Barnes, you’re there, full ten centimetres. I’ll get the nurses and we should have this little one out soon.” You nodded to your doctor, groaning lowly through gritted teeth as she left the room.
“Holy shit, we’re gonna be parents. We’re gonna meet baby Barnes soon. Shit doll.” Bucky whispered excitedly, a hand running through his hair. You could see his face display everything he was feeling, he was nervous and tired but so damn ready to be a father.
“Our last hour as a family of two.” You whispered, letting him pull you into a tender kiss, his flesh hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you close now that your contraction had subsided.
“I love you so much, you know that? Never thought I’d be married nevermind sittin’ in a hospital, waitin’ on my baby.” His voice was so hushed and sincere, tears prickling his eyes and that’s when you knew he’d cry meeting his baby for the first time, despite how much he had argued in the past nine months that he wouldn’t.
“I love you too honey, you’re gonna be the best dad, I just know it.” You offered warmly, trying not to let the pain distract you from such a sweet moment with your husband.
“Just can’t wait to see you as a mom.” He admitted softly, blue eyes shining with joy at the thought of you both teaching your little one how to talk and read and ride a bike.
“We have so much happiness ahead of us sweetheart.” You smiled quietly, squeezing his hand as another wave of pain washed over your body, the gas and air tube finding its way back up to your lips. Before you knew it, your room was full of a couple of nurses, a med student and your doctor, all trying to coach you through your labour, your feet suspended in the cold metal stirrups.
“Okay Mrs Barnes, baby is ready when you are. You’re gonna feel some pressure and you’ll get an urge to push so just do whatever feels right.” Your doctor who was usually so softly spoken was now almost having to shout over your cries, sobs wracking your body as the pain became unbearable.
“Doin’ amazing honey, ‘m so proud of you, baby’s nearly here.” Bucky encouraged quietly, gripping your hand for dear life. You squealed and yelled, your body telling you that you needed to get this baby out, the pressure building so quickly in your pelvis. You did your best to control your breathing while still pushing as hard as you could. Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes away from your sweaty face, wondering how on earth he could ever fall more in love with you after this moment. You were bringing his baby into the world, his heart was absolutely wrenching in his chest at the memory of everything you had done for him and all the sacrifices you had made to get to this point.
“Here’s baby’s head! Doing great Mrs Barnes, keep going.” Your doctor smiled warmly. Your whole lower body felt like it was on fire, feet digging into the stirrups, tears staining your cheeks as your child began to make an appearance.
“Perfect, head is out nicely. Take a minute to breathe Mrs Barnes, you’re nearly there.” One of the nurses cooed. You sucked in deep, steadying gulps of air, thankful for the second to catch your breath and compose yourself a little.
“Just one push left baby, then it’s all over. You’re absolutely amazing, you know that? Love you so much.” Bucky whispered against your hair, pressing kisses to your cheeks. He was already a bit of a shaky mess, unable to think of anything but meeting his child for the first time. The nurse closest to you couldn’t help but smile to herself at how sweet he was, getting to witness such an intimate moment between new parents truly was one of the best parts of such a difficult job. Your body told you to push again and you squealed out, gripping Bucky’s hand, nails digging in as you wailed in pain. Before you knew it, baby’s shoulders were out and then the rest followed very quickly. It didn’t take long for a cry to erupt from your little one, Bucky letting out a relieved gasp at the sound. Your head flopped back onto the pillow while the nurses worked away, trying to get the little one dried and clamped to get the cord cut.
“You did it sweetheart.” Bucky whispered, stroking your hair with all the tenderness he could muster.
“Congratulations mom and dad! You’ve got a little boy!” Your doctor’s words had Bucky crumbling, tears welling up in his eyes.
“A boy, oh my god, I have a son.” He whispered, mostly to himself, trying desperately to blink back the tears before they spilled over his cheeks. The little bundle of blankets screamed and yelled as he was placed onto your chest, your arms surrounding him instinctively. You were exhausted but you didn’t even want to blink if it meant tearing your eyes from that little baby’s face.
“Hi honey! Hi! I’m your mom!” You cooed quietly, trying to take in every feature of his face all at once. Ten little fingers and ten little toes, a head covered in dark hair and an angry face at being removed from the comfort of your body so suddenly. After a while, his cries subsided, a content silence falling over the room as the nurses filled out their paperwork.
“Dad, would you like to cut the cord?” The nurse asked, knowing Bucky had been very keen to avoid ‘the business end’, preferring instead to hover by your head. He nodded nonetheless, the nurse taking your son from your chest so they had better access to the umbilical cord. Bucky took the sterile scissors in his flesh hand, trying to stop it from trembling as he reached over and snipped the cord before letting the nurses tend what was left, taking the baby off to weigh him quickly and clean him up.
“We ready for some skin on skin mom?” Your doctor asked, the nurses and med student congratulating you both before filtering out. You pulled your gown to the side, letting her slot the baby in on top of your bare chest. His little hands were balled up into fists, eyes closed, breathing regular and content within a minute of being placed on you. Your hand rested on his bottom, supporting him, your lips pressed to the top of his head.
“He has your hair, look how dark it is.” You beamed proudly, kissing the fluffy head gently. “He got your eyes too, he’s like a mini copy of you.” You teased, noting Bucky’s heartbreakingly genuine proud smile.
“I think Ollie suits him well, he looks like a little Oliver.” Bucky mused. You had a list of names that you had both been working on but you knew Ollie was your favourite if you had a boy, depending on whether or not the baby looked like an Ollie when he came out.
“You’re right, he’s absolutely an Ollie.” You agreed, rubbing a hand up and down his little back.
“He’s so small. Tiny little Ollie Barnes.” Bucky was obsessed with this child already, knowing you had just given Bucky a new best friend was melting your heart.
“He’s a big baby hun, he was nearly 8 pounds. But you haven’t even had a cuddle yet.” You laughed, realising you had absolutely hogged the baby since he had been born. Bucky pulled his shirt off, lifting the little boy so carefully off you with his flesh hand and placing him flat against his own chest.
“Hey buddy!” He whispered as the baby began to stir, clearly not happy at being pulled from his comfy spot with his mom. Bucky shifted uncomfortably, hating that the baby was almost touching where the metal melded with his flesh, positioning him more in the centre of his chest. He only let his flesh hand hold the little one, metal hand never coming close to him.
“Happy birthday kiddo! Big day, huh? Bet you weren’t expecting all this fuss were you? But hey, didn’t your mom do great? She’s superwoman you know. She does everythin’ for us. I’d be lost without her. You’ve no idea how loved you are, kid. You’re gonna do so many amazin’ things in your life, I just know it. Gonna make your old man so proud, hell, I’m proud of you already.” You had to pretend to scowl at Bucky for swearing around your baby but your chest ached at the sight of them together.
“You’re so loved, you know that? Your grandma and grampa Barnes would’ve doted on you. I’ll tell you bout them some day. God you’re so small, stay this way forever would you? Some day you’ll be bigger than me, just know it. No matter what, your dad’s gonna be there for you. You’re gonna break so many hearts, can just tell.” Words we’re just spilling from his lips, his flesh hand stroking his son’s back gently.
“Never in my life did I think I’d have this.” Bucky whispered, looking over at you now. You took his metal hand in one of yours, giving it a tight reassuring squeeze. The tears in his eyes were back with a vengeance, spilling before he even had a chance to stop them. Little quiet happy sobs wrecked his body, clutching tightly to the sweet little sleeping baby in his arms.
“You deserve this Bucky. Gonna, be such an amazing father, I know you are.” You mumbled, knowing he was struggling a little.
“He’s just perfect. I’d do anything for you two, you know that right? God, I have a family, like an actual family I have my own wife and a son. This kid is half you, half me. Couldn’t even have dreamt of a life like this when I was in Wakanda.” It was almost like it still hadn’t sank in that this baby was his up until now. Little Ollie looked even tinier in Bucky’s huge hand than he had in yours and you couldn’t help but hope that somehow that little boy understood how true his dad’s words were.
Two quick taps on the door dragged your attention away from the crib and your son asleep inside it. The doctor had left you to get some rest but neither you nor Bucky could tear yourselves away from your little baby sleeping soundly in his hand knitted hat. The door opened and Sam tiptoed inside with the most excited look on his face and the biggest bunch of flowers you’d ever seen.
“Hey Uncle Sam!” You whispered, careful not to wake Ollie, a huge grin taking over his face upon hearing his new title.
“Niece or nephew?” He beamed, making his way over to your bedside.
“Nephew. You wanna meet little Oliver Grant Barnes?” Bucky’s proud smile was infectious as you scooped the baby out of the crib, rocking him gently before turning so Sam could see him.
“Oh kid, I’m so sorry, you look exactly like your dad. Let’s hope you’ve got your mom’s brains.” Sam joked softly, giving Bucky a tight hug, both of them laughing happily. Sam handed the flowers over to Bucky before leaning over to kiss your cheek.
“How are you feeling mom?” Sam asked
“Tired. Sore.” You admitted with a little laugh. Both you and Ollie were healthy and well so you couldn’t really have asked for a better delivery but that didn’t stop you from hurting all the same.
“I don’t doubt it, couldn’t have been easy.” Sam agreed, reaching forward and scooping the baby from your arms so he could get a cuddle. Bucky offered Sam his seat, joining you on the bed, kissing your shoulder lovingly as he watched Sam nurse your son for the first time.
“Actually, there was something we wanted to ask you.” You smiled softly, giving Bucky’s flesh hand a squeeze.
“Oh yeah?” Sam smiled, not even looking up from the bundle in his arms.
“Would you be Ollie’s Godfather?” Bucky quizzed, laughing at how that got Sam’s attention.
“Um, yes? Are you serious? Of course!” You couldn’t ever remember seeing Sam this excited before. “Oh kid, I’m gonna tell you so many stories about your mom and dad when you’re older. You won’t believe what your dad and I did this one time in Prague –“ Sam began but was cut short by a loud warning cough from Bucky.
“We’ll maybe keep that one a secret for a few more years.” Sam laughed, bouncing your baby gently in his arms.
Sam didn’t stay too long, heading off soon after his cuddle to let you have some time as a family.
“Just can’t believe he’s all ours.” You had sighed, watching as your son had his first feed, his eyes bright and excited, looking straight at you.
“I know what you mean, he feels too perfect to be real.” Bucky hadn’t left your side after Sam had left, choosing instead to wrap his arms around you, both of you cuddling and watching Ollie who had since woken up in a terribly bad mood from hunger. He was contented now though, thankfully.
“God I’ve never been more in love with you, you know that?” Bucky’s heart ached as the words left his lips, stroking up and down both of your arms as you supported your baby.
“I love you too Buck.” You smiled, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder.
“No, I mean it. You’ve given me the best life I ever could’ve wished for and you’ve made me feel like I deserve it, even after everything. You’re an angel.” Bucky whispered sincerely, his words punching you in the chest.
“Of course you deserve it, you’re a good man Bucky.” You smiled, leaning into his touch just a little more. The quiet sounds of your baby suckling broke the content silence that fell over the two of you. While Bucky didn’t always feel like he had earned this life, he couldn’t deny the fact he was endlessly grateful for it and he would do anything to protect his little family.
Summary: You’re at a friend’s wedding when you run into your ex Sebastian, who smiles and asks you how you’ve been
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
word count: 3.5k
I’ve been listening to Fearless (Taylor’s Version) too much and this is the result. Thank god this song didn’t come out when I was in middle school.
The wedding had been lovely. It had been so easy, standing up there in the line of bridesmaids, to forget about everything else and just be happy for your friend. And you were really happy for her. After dating jerks throughout most of high school and college, it seemed like she had finally realized the perfect guy for her had been there all along. Of course, you could have told her that in high school and saved her the trouble. In fact, you had tried. But still, she deserved the best wedding.
So you stood on the edges of the reception and smiled politely. Old high school friends were mixed in with the people you didn’t know. You laughed when someone brought up an old inside joke. You asked the questions you were supposed to ask when catching up with old friends. And for the first hour it seemed like you would be able to get through the night, but of course, he showed up.
“I thought Sebastian wasn’t coming.” The girls glanced at you when Rachel said his name, but you didn’t let yourself react. So far, everyone had been very deliberately not talking about him when you were around.
“He’s not,” the bride responded. “He was supposed to be the best man, but he couldn’t get away. I guess he’s filming or something.”
“Well he just walked in.” You froze, champagne glass midway up to take a sip. Despite your best efforts, your eyes moved towards the door.
There was no mistaking him. He looked better than he had when you had last seen him a year ago. The suit he was wearing was one that you had picked out for him. His hair was the length you loved, perfect for running your fingers through. A smile lit up his face as he embraced the groom, his best friend from high school. And then his eyes were meeting yours from across the room. The same beautiful blue they had always been.
You and Sebastian hadn’t been super close in high school. You ran around with the same group of friends. You had gone to a couple school dances together, mainly because you were the only single ones in the friend group. Despite your best efforts, you two had always been more like two people with mutual friends, rather than actual friends.
Nothing changed much after you started college. Your friend group would get together during breaks when everyone was home, and you and Sebastian might exchange a few words. On holidays and birthdays, you would trade texts. He congratulated you when you got into business school. You congratulated him when one of his movies would come out.
As his roles got bigger, you assumed that he would eventually stop responding to your texts or perhaps change his number, but that never happened. You thought for sure that you wouldn’t get a response when you texted him to say congrats for landing a role in the Captain America movie. It wasn’t that you thought he’d turn into a snob. You just kind of assumed that you had never been good enough friends to warrant a response.
So imagine your surprise when you realized the man calling your name as you walked down the street in New York was him. It had been a bit surreal to see him after so many years. Even more surreal were the people, fans of his no doubt, who had taken pictures of the two of you while you were talking.
It had been nice seeing a friendly face. You had only just moved to New York, so the only people you talked to were your coworkers. And apparently Sebastian had enjoyed seeing you too. The next day you had a text from him asking you to dinner. It was silly that you two hadn’t been close in high school. That was what Sebastian decided as the two of you reconnected over the next few weeks. Very silly. That was what you decided after Sebastian asked you to be his girlfriend.
For a moment, neither of you moved. The shock you were feeling now was similar to the shock you had felt when you saw Sebastian that first day in New York, but this one was much less pleasant. Was he thinking the same thing? Then, the groom was pulling Sebastian towards another group, while one of your friends dragged you onto the dance floor.
It seemed as though your friends were taking turns keeping you occupied for the next hour, but you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at Sebastian every chance you got. Eventually, you got away by claiming you needed to use the restroom. Instead of rejoining your friends, you hung back and watched the party. As your eyes scanned the crowd, you caught sight of Sebastian. He was heading right towards you. Your fight or flight response kicked in. It chose flight. You tried to be subtle as you quickly looked for the fastest exit.
“Hey.” Apparently you weren’t quick enough. Sebastian was standing in front of you. Worse, he was reaching out to hug you. The familiar smell of the cologne, the one that you had bought him for his birthday last year, engulfed you. Stiffly, you returned his hug, then took a step back to put more distance between the two of you when he pulled away.
“I knew I’d run into you somewhere,” he joked. How could he act so normal? Like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t broken your heart just a few months ago.
“I just didn’t expect it to be here,” you muttered. Where were your friends? Why weren’t they coming to rescue you?
“That explains the staring.” You felt your face heat up. It wasn’t surprising that he had caught the stares. You hadn’t been subtle. Hopefully, no one else had. How pathetic you must seem. Caught up on your ex instead of enjoying your friend’s wedding reception.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just thought you couldn’t make it.” It was the only reason you had agreed to come. You had a perfect excuse not to. Your boss was a dick and wouldn't give you the time off to fly in from San Francisco. That’s what you were going to tell them, but then they said that Sebastian couldn’t come. The groom couldn’t have his best man, so at least the bride could have her maid of honor.
“I thought so too, but I managed to convince the director to move the shooting schedule around a little bit. I still couldn’t make it to the ceremony, but at least I made the reception.” You wished he hadn’t. “I wasn’t gonna try at all, but Jess convinced me to.”
Jess. His new girlfriend. The one who was nothing like you. All the magazines said so. All of the people on Twitter said she made him happy.
You and your coworkers stared at your phone in confusion. It had been buzzing almost continuously for the past few minutes. At first, you had assumed that it was nothing important and you’d check it out after you and the others had finished discussing your latest project. Now, you all were curious to see how many notifications you were going to get.
“I didn’t realize you were so popular.” Your coworker glanced up at you quickly. “No offense.”
You waved her off. You definitely weren’t this popular. No one at the startup was this popular. Considering that most of the people you knew were either on the East Coast and probably asleep or currently in the office with you, you couldn't imagine who would be trying to contact you. In fact, the last time you had gotten so many notifications at once…
Your heart was in your stomach as you finally reached for your phone. Another notification lit up the screen. A Twitter notification, you realized with dismay. Some idea of what this would be about was forming as you began to unlock your phone.
Suddenly, one of the founders of the startup, the one who had convinced you to join in the first place, came running into the room. His eyes widened when he saw the phone in your hand. “No, Y/N, you don’t want to do that!”
You had been tagged in hundreds of Tweets that all linked the same articles. You kept scrolling, but all you could see were pictures of Sebastian. Pictures of Sebastian with his tongue down another woman’s throat.
“Oh my god.” You’re not sure if the words came from you or the coworkers who were gathered around, staring at your phone. Most of them knew that you had dated Sebastian. They had witnessed the mess that you had been post breakup. You clicked on a link to one of the articles.
He had arrived at a club with the mystery woman earlier that night. Shortly thereafter, the pictures of the two getting...close had been posted on Twitter. It seemed that someone had finally been able to figure out the identity of the woman. Jessica Kelley. You didn’t even have to continue reading the article to know that she was a model. She looked exactly like you’d expect a model from LA to look like.
Already, people were drawing comparisons between the two of you.
‘wow it’s only been two months since he and @Y/N broke up and he’s already moved on?’
‘good for him. She seems way better for him than @Y/N. Jess is way prettier’
‘If you all saw @Y/N making out with another guy like this already you’d be calling her a slut. Can’t believe this’
‘@Y/N wishes she looked like Jessica. I always thought she was too ugly for Seb. too boring too.’
‘I’m so happy he dumped that nerd and found someone who actually cares about his career. @Y/N was just bringing him down’
‘He never looked that happy with @Y/N’
‘He looked so much happier with @Y/N. Idc what anyone says, they were goals’
“Stop that.” Your phone was taken from your hand by one of your coworkers. “You don’t need to read all of that.”
“Yeah, you should just delete Twitter. At least for now.” A few of the others also chimed in with words of support, but your mind just kept reminding you and the biggest difference between you and Sebastian’s new woman.
It was past midnight and she was out with Sebastian, while you were still at the office.
“That’s great,” you manage. “Is she here?” Can he tell how much he’s torturing you right now? Does he care? The longer he stands there, looking perfectly at ease, the harder it is to hold back the whirlwind of emotions inside you. As much as you hate him, you’ve missed him.
“No. She wanted to come, but she has a photoshoot in LA.” You nod politely. “You know, it’s kind of crazy. Most of her work is in LA, so I’ve been spending a lot of time there recently. I really miss New York. You must be glad to be back though. I was there two weeks ago, just before filming started, and I went to that coffee shop that you love. The one that’s a few blocks from the apartment. I was kind of surprised I didn’t see you in there.” The apartment. It wasn’t our apartment anymore. It was just his apartment, despite how much time you had put into picking out the color scheme and deciding on which sofa to get and finding plants that he wouldn’t kill.
“It would have been more surprising if I had been there.” The way Sebastian’s head cocked slightly and his brows drew together was painstakingly familiar. It was the same face he made whenever you tried to explain what you did at work. “I’m still in San Francisco. The company has been doing really well there. We decided there was no point in a New York office yet.”
“I thought your plan was to spend a year in San Francisco working on the startup and then move back to New York whether or not they decided to expand. You said you could just find a new job if you needed to.”
“Well that was when I had a reason to move back to New York.” Realization dawned on Sebastian’s face. He glanced away uncomfortably. “I don’t anymore, so I’m still in San Francisco. I haven’t been back to the city since I moved, actually.”
“Home sweet home.” You gestured to the bare apartment. Empty boxes were scattered around the small living room/kitchen. Through the doorway, you could see the bedroom that currently held just a bed and dresser.
“Don’t say that.” Sebastian’s arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into his chest. “Your home is in New York.”
You rolled your eyes at the pout on his face. “Fine. Temporary home sweet temporary home. Better?” Sebastian shook his head. Obviously, he still wasn’t thrilled with your move. “It’s just a year. You’ll be filming most of the time, so we’d be apart anyway. We’ll be home together again soon.”
“I’ll still miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too. We can still facetime and talk like we usually do when you’re gone. Plus, you’re coming back to visit next month, right?”
“I booked the flights and everything,” Sebastian promised, wrapping you up in another hug.
But he had canceled that visit at the last minute. And the next one. And the next one. Your calls and facetimes got shorter and more sporadic once he started filming. Pretty soon, most of your communication was short texts sent whenever you had time.
You had figured that things would get easier once the startup had found its footing and Sebastian settled into filming, but Sebastian seemed to have other ideas.
You had expected the text to be Sebastian cancelling another trip to see you. Instead, he was breaking up with you. The relationship that you had put years into was done after three months apart.
“I am sorry about how everything went down. I just didn’t think that it was working out. I was in New York or off filming. You were in California. We tried for months, but we were both just so busy. We never got to see each other.”
You nodded slowly. “Right. And how has LA been? Since you’ve been spending so much time there with Jess.” At least Sebastian had the decency to look embarrassed. Most people wouldn’t have noticed the anger in your words, but Sebastian knew you well enough to recognize that they were a dagger aimed right at him.
“Do you hate me?” That was a good question. One that threw you for a loop. There were a lot of people online who thought that you had every right to. Sebastian had ended the relationship that you had put years into because he apparently didn’t want to wait out the year that you would be in San Francisco. It was kind of an asshole move. Despite all of that, he was still the guy who you had fallen in love with. He was the guy who had surprised you with backstage passes to your favorite band for your first anniversary. He was the boy who had shyly asked you to homecoming freshman year because all of your friends had dates, and he didn’t want to have to go alone.
“No. I don’t hate you. Sometimes I really wish that I did. I’ve tried a lot, actually, but I can’t.” You don’t know if you’re more surprised by how you answered or by the fact that it’s the truth. Deep down, you had always known that you could never hate him. Standing with him now, it was starting to become easier to see why. You had stood with him on the edge of the crowd at so many parties through the years. It felt so right to be next to him that you could feel your resolve weakening. But you had to stay strong. You had sworn that you wouldn't do this. You wouldn’t be the weak one.
You didn’t reciprocate when Sebastian smiled at you. It was the same shy smile that you had grown used to in high school. “So how are you? How’s San Francisco?”
The smile felt tight on your face. Hopefully it didn’t look as fake as it felt. You tried to make your life seem exciting. In truth, the last year had been a lot of late nights at the office and takeout. Certainly different to how your life with Sebastian had been.
You could see people shooting the two of you glances. Your friends were probably wondering whether or not they needed to save you. At least that meant you didn’t look as pained as you felt. The only thing you could do as Sebastian told you a story about something funny Anthony Mackie had done was nod. When he was done, Sebastian threw his head back to laugh and his hand landed on your arm to steady himself.
You tensed, waiting for him to remove it. Instead, he looked carefully at you for a second before saying quietly, “I’ve missed you. A lot, actually. There have been so many times I’ve picked up my phone and almost called you. I was actually going to call you after Mackie did that, but I always stopped myself.”
He missed you. That should make you feel better. Maybe he was as miserable without you as you were without him. You knew that wasn’t the case though. He didn’t want you again. He had moved on. Now it was time for you to do the same.
You shook off his hand. He tried to reach for you again, another apology or explanation already on his lips, but you held up a hand. “Don’t, Sebastian. You broke up with me, remember? That was your decision. I still don’t understand it really, but it was. That means that you don’t get to smile and ask how I’ve been. Okay? You don’t get to say that you miss me if you don’t want me again.”
“But I do want you in my life. We’ve been friends forever.”
You pressed your hands into your eyes, trying not to get frustrated. It was a wedding. You couldn't make a scene. “You don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what? We were friends before. Why can’t we be friends now?” Sebastian ran a hand through his hair. His tongue darted out to lick his lip. Your heart clenched, reminding you of why you couldn’t be friends.
“You don’t know how much I still love you.” Sebastian’s eyes widened. “Maybe you only needed two months to move on, but I’m not there yet. It’s bad enough seeing pictures of you. I haven’t been able to get on any social media in months because people keep tagging me in stuff about you and your new relationship. Being here right now, talking to you, is killing me. I can’t even imagine how bad it would be if we tried to be friends. I can’t do it. I won’t.”
Without waiting for a response, you turned and began making your way out of the reception, waving off your friends’ looks. You had almost reached the doors when a hand was on your arm, turning you around.
“Y/N, wait. Please, don’t go. We can talk about this. I want to fix this.” Sebastian had his puppy dog eyes out in full effect. You shook your head, smiling sadly. Gently, you took your arm back.
“There’s nothing to fix. So I’m going to walk out of here tonight and try to go on with my life. And if the next time you’re being interviewed someone asks if it was awkward being at a wedding with your ex, then you can say it wasn’t. You can say that we’re still friends and it was nice catching up and you wish me all the best, but I can’t do that. I don’t wanna pretend. I’m not an actor like you. So I’m done with this, and if I see you again, then please...just don’t. Don’t smile at me. Don’t ask me how I’ve been. Don’t say you’ve missed me. I still love you, Sebastian, and I know that you don’t love me anymore and goddamnit why don’t you? That’s what I’ve been wondering for the last seven months. But it doesn’t matter, does it? You’ve moved on, and that’s good for you. But just...don’t.”
There were tears on Sebastian’s cheeks when he nodded. He took a step away from you. There were tears in your eyes as you sent him one last smile. You closed the door behind you.
James Barnes, a powerful business man and the Alpha that dominated all Alpha's. For years he had been mateless, he'd given up on finding them long ago.
But now, with a business deal falling through the roof, he finally finds the girl he'd spent half of his life looking for,
Helga fucking sucked. Following Y/N’s fathers orders, she locked the young Omega in her room and guarded the door.
Being raised around a horde Of Betas had given Y/N a few skills, like how to get out of her room once locked in. She threw off her dress and changed to a vest, pyjama pants combo and walked over to her window.
It wasn’t that far of a drop. Maybe only a broken leg or two. But hey, that was better than being stuck her with her father and an Alpha convinces they were true mates. Yeah, she wasn’t staying there.
Y/N pushed open here window when somebody knocked at the door. “No! You Alpha’s need to learn to back off!” Shouted Helga, her Beta fierceness shining through. The next thing that followed was silence and then another knock at the door.
She stayed silent and placed one foot on the window ledge outside.
“Omega? I’m coming in!”
It took two barges of the Alpha’s shoulder before he was in her room. She froze, half out of the window, eyes wide. “You’re… You’re hanging out of a window.”
“Seems to be that way, doesn’t it?” She didn’t move, kept her foot on the window ledge, ready to climb out if she needed to. “How can I help you, Mr Barnes?”
“It’s just Bucky, Please.” He leaned against the doorframe and looked over at her. “Why don’t you come back inside, close the window and talk to me?” It was the way he said it, the tone of voice he used, that got her to come over.
She pulled the window closed at sat next to him. But Y/N didn’t meet his eye. She couldn’t look directly at him; he was the most commanding Alpha she had ever met, and he had barely said anything. James - Bucky, he wanted to be called Bucky – looked down at her. “Was it true what you said, about your fathers’ men? Were they really scenting you without your permission?”
Y/N nodded, not saying anything. She could feel the Alpha moving closer, smell invading her further.
When he touched his hand to her shoulder, she felt it. A jolt that sent her body into shock. One that showed her his entire life. From start to finish every memory he had moved through her mind. It was gone as quickly as it came, and with it were new feelings for the man calling himself her true mate.
It took Y/N a moment to realise that those feelings were his. They were what he was feeling for her. And that smell, the one she couldn’t place earlier, it was well and truly him.
His voice was commanding; Y/N found herself having to look at him. "I can take you away from all of this. I can take you somewhere where they won't get to you again."
Y/N suddenly stood up. "Thank you for your visit, Mr Barnes, but I believe your business is with my father. If there is anything more I can help you with I would be more than happy to but I must ask you to leave my room."
Bucky was baffled. This Omega had just sat at her own dining room table and almost broken down over her fathers associates and their treatment of her, had been offered salvation and asked him to leave.
Ever since he scented her, while he was waiting outside of the door, Bucky knew she was going to be difficult. Omega's, by nature, were difficult with Alpha's that weren't their own. They were protective of themselves and the people in their pack. They were prone to shielding themselves with their words.
"Get out of my room."
He grabbed her hand and she gasped. It was like fireworks erupting on her skin, making their way up her arm and towards her heart. Bucky held her hand up to his heart, let her feel the way it beat under his skin. "Our first meeting wasn't supposed to go like this, Omega. I'm sorry it did." He stood up and walked out of her room.
Ever since her first meeting with the Alpha, Y/N wasn't able to get warm. While he was in her house, she was aware of his every move. she wanted to go down there, to ask him to speak to her again. The way he talked, she felt it in her core. She wanted more.
Bucky was the same. He could hear her footsteps as she paced in the room above, feel the anxiety she was feeling at the thoughts of him. Almost saw her thoughts of him, the filthy things going on in her head.
The way Y/N wanted him, the things she wanted him to do to her, it made Bucky's mouth water. She was unknowingly projecting all of her filthy thoughts onto him, making it impossible for him to concentrate on this business dinner.
Bucky wanted nothing more than to burst into her room and bend her over her window ledge. It was what his filthy little Omega was thinking about; Bucky could barely contain himself.
Once the dinner was done, Bucky rushed to leave. He hadn’t agreed anything with her father, finding any excuse to come back to speak to his Omega. No, she wasn’t his yet. But Bucky would be damned if he let her get away.
Where Bucky was struggling, Y/N was so much worse. She refused to accept the possibility of him being her true mate, but that didn’t stop her thoughts. Thoughts of him buried inside of her, using her body as he pleased. Bringing him to newfound levels of pleasure again and again. Giving her body to him whenever he so asked. Curse her Omega nature.
When the Alpha left the house, Y/N felt the pull in her gut. She raced over to the window and watched him. Watched as his eyes searched the front of the house for her bedroom window. When he finally locked eyes on her, he smiled. It was a kind smile, yet a wolfish, enticing grin at the same time.
The Alpha was gorgeous, undeniably so. He was everything an Omega would want. He was smart, successful, and he smelled like heaven. “Fucking Omega’s,” she groaned as he climbed into his car. As she watched him drive away, her chest began to hurt. Like he was taking a part of her with him.
Neither of them slept well that night. Her room was too dark, too quiet. Bucky’s bed was too cold, too empty. His thoughts were filled with her, just like her thoughts were filled with him. He would’ve given anything to run to her at that moment, to kiss her soft lips, to feel her body in his hands. Y/N would’ve given anything to run from that moment, to run from what she was feeling, run from the smell lingering in her sheets.
Her true mate was so close, only in the city, yet it felt like he was so far away. Not far enough away, in her opinion. But, the more time she spent without him, the more her chest ached. The more she found herself missing him, the more her heart hurt for him.