#sebastian stan x daughter

[piggyjeans]

Hey! If you are taking request can you do one where the teen reader brings their partner on set and they aren't good news? Sebastian and Evans are very protective and try to make you see it and you end up believe them after an incident

Sebastian stan x teen!reader, chris evans x teen!reader, Sebastian stan x coworker!reader, chris evans x coworker!reader, Sebastian stan x platonic!reader, chris evans x platonic!reader

Requested by @youre-amazing-say-it

Readers pronouns: she her :P

Warnings: ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP!!! A lot of gaslighting, he hits her at one point, mentions of killing small lil animals but not explained graphically just mentioned in passing, also mentions of aggression and hitting ppl for no reason… underage sex mentions a few times.. mentions of parents being divorced.. yea… longest list of warnings I’ve ever written!

(A/n): this wasn’t proof read as usual soooo yeah and I don’t really read my fics through so lmk if there’s a mistake or anything. lmk if u wanna be added to my taglist as well! I’ve been mindblowingly stressed lately and might get grounded soon so if I drop off the face of the earth yk why. But I’ll write as much as I can before then. Notes r appreciated, enjoy <3

Filming has felt like it’s been going on for ages. It honestly felt never ending! And as much as you loved your co-workers and never wanted to leave them, filming a superhero movie is hard work.

You even had your 16th birthday on set. Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans were the ones to set up this whole surprise impromptu sweet sixteen for you. Well, as sweet as a sweet sixteen can get on a professional and incredibly expensive set. But the cheap dollar tree birthday decorations fell off all of the surfaces long before anyone had to worry about damaging any props by taking them down.

They even invited your boyfriend! You avoided talking about him on set because you don’t want to appear unprofessional. It’s difficult enough being a teenage girl in this industry. However, Chris and Sebastian are different from anyone you’ve ever worked with before. And definitely different from your average man.

They dragged it out of you after they saw you smiling at your phone. And you told them all about it, Sebastian literally sat on his stomach on the couch in your trailer, kicking his feet back and forth. And Chris sat on your ottoman smiling fondly as you spoke about your boyfriend, the love of your life.

“We met in middle school. In detention,” You mutter quietly, your cheeks flushing pink.

Chris widens his eyes and side glances at Sebastian. You keep your gaze averted to your hands in your lap, playing with your old, chipped nail polish. “Ooh, a bad boy,” Sebastian lightly teases, sensing the shift in the once comfortable environment. “Why were you in detention?” Chris offered with a light smile.

You glance up shyly. You've missed this, being able to be a normal teenager who could sit around with her girlfriends and gossip. Well, Sebastian and Chris weren’t the ‘girlfriends’ you’d made in high school, but they definitely would make do for however long it took to film this godforsaken project. “He spent every Friday after school in detention. He was aggressive, he was a bully, and he would hit his friends just for fun. During free period, my classmates would tell me he killed frogs and rabbits and stuff,” You gush about him with an aura of such delight, but as you progress further into your love speech, you become disgusted with the things you’re saying, and your blind love starts to wear off.

“Anyways, I told off my PE teacher just to be with him in detention. Also, I was just starting my period and he wouldn’t let me sit out, so,” you trail off awkwardly, looking down to your hands to play with them again. An attempt to avert the attention away from your possibly psychopath boyfriend.

Chris and Sebastian are quiet for way too long, but you’re too scared to look up and meet their eyes, scared you’d said something wrong. “How long ago was this?” Chris finally questions quietly, you look up at him and Sebastian, seeing their concerned eyes fall upon your unknowing gaze.

“We were fourteen. He’s not a bad guy. He just had… issues as a kid. His parents were getting divorced and stuff…” you reassured them, guessing what they were thinking from the looks on their faces. You’ve had this talk a hundred times before. With your parents, who have never approved of him. And your friends, some of whom you lost because of your boyfriend. But you figured it only brought the two of you closer together, even if you painfully lost some of your best friends in the process.

“Aren’t your parents divorced?” Chris hesitated softly, you nod with a confused look on your face. “Did you ever punch your classmates in the face?” Sebastian adds. Suddenly you feel very defensive over your boyfriend. He’s had hard times in the past, but no one knows him like you do. No one understands him like you do. No one loves him like you do.

But you can’t articulate any of those feelings, nothing comes out. You open and close your mouth several times to say something, like a fish. But you can’t think of anything, your mind draws a blank. Finally, something; “This is unprofessional. I’d like you to leave.”

…

At your sweet sixteen, Sebastian and Chris had the pleasure of spending time with your boyfriend before you had arrived. Inviting him a little earlier than the rest of the guests. You spoke so highly of him, they figured he felt the same way about you. So they figured he’d know you so well, and he’d like to help set your party up. Only the best for their collective y/n.

When he strolled onto set with both hands free, shoved into his pockets, Sebastian nodded up to gesture and show Chris he was approaching. No words were shared, but the silence said enough as they watched the boy approach them, looking judgemental and smug as he glanced around the room at the cheap decorations.

He nodded his head to the men as he approached them, as his way of greeting them. They glanced at each other before Sebastian spoke, “hey, I’m Sebastian. This is Chris. You’re Jacob?”

“Yeah,” Jacob simply spoke. Not meeting the man’s eyes, seeming extremely bored and uninterested with this conversation and this environment.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, man. It’s great to finally meet you,” Chris added happily, holding his hand out for Jacob to shake. Jacob pressed his lips together in a smile and nodded.

Chris furrowed his brows and held his hand out for a moment longer before bringing it down to grab a piece of tape to attach to a streamer. He kept his mouth closed for the time being.

Sebastian scanned the boy, “gifts or cards or whatever…” he paused, his eyes searching for any sign of anything that could be your type, “you can put them over in that basket.”

Jacob finally opened his mouth to form a sentence, a very bold one at that, “Oh, I’ll give her a present tonight. At her hotel.” He smirked, meeting the both of the men's eyes.

They both paused what they were doing to stare at the boy, speechless. Sebastian’s mouth agape, “We stay in our trailers on set, we don’t have hotels,” Chris explained as he narrowed his eyes and stood up straighter, confused by what this young man might be insinuating.

“Well then, when the trailers ‘rockin…” he courageously esponded, with a daring and fearless tone in his voice. Sebastian bit back the urge to allow his entire body to shiver at the conversation they were having with this boy, who’s conversation could only be held by the topic of sex. And in the context of y/n? They weren’t liking this, not one bit. Especially with the prior knowledge you had informed them of.

Thankfully not long after, more guests started to arrive, and they had other things to focus on, more people to greet, and Jacob moved onto Better things. Tormenting other people.

Further into the night, neither Sebastian nor Chris could shake whst Jacob said to them about you. Neither of them mentioned it to each other, but they had a hard time focusing on anything else.

When you arrived, completely shocked and so thankful, they put on a beautiful front. You didn’t suspect anything was wrong with them. Perhaps because you were so wrapped up in the beauty, the happiness, and the thankfulness because of your coworkers, but also the stress you were automatically filled with when you locked eyes with your boyfriend.

Jacob walked over to you, as you stood in the middle of the room, and he grabbed your waist tightly. He instantly shoved his lips into yours, and forcefully kissed you in front of everyone, all your coworkers, your friends, And the staff and directors and those alike. Those you tried so hard to be professional around.

So here you were, in quite the predicament. You loved your boyfriend, and knew what would happen to you if you made him unhappy or said no to him. But you also had a job to keep, a reputation to withhold, and you were only a teenager, in a very vulnerable state in front of all your coworkers, who you’ve previously done a good job at keeping aspects of your personal life from in the past.

After a shocking second of aggressive making out, you pull away softly, looking up softly into his eyes. You hadn’t seen him in so long, you missed his pretty eyes. You’d rather appreciate him, not his saliva in your mouth. But when you pulled away from the kiss, he looked at you confused, and as you looked at him with happy, innocent eyes, he forcefully pulled his hand off your waist, and for lack of a better word, shoved you off of him, walking away to the drink table.

You would have followed him like you usually do, to console him and apologize and make sure he’s okay. But that reputation. You’re worried that only made it worse. So you attempt to act as if nothing just happened, plastering a large, toothy grin to your face. Walking over to Sebastian and Chris and giving them a huge group hug. The party continued without the awkward silence, and moved on as if there wasn’t just a make out session right in the middle of the room.

You socialize with the party guests, and blush as everyone wishes you a happy sixteenth birthday. You wait until the cake is served and you’ve taken a bite or two of your slice, giving your compliments to the chef, before setting your place down since you couldn’t stomach any more, and walking over to Jacob. Who’s spent the remainder of the party sitting in the corner looking utterly betrayed.

“Hi Jakey,” You softly whisper as you approach him. You place a small kiss on his lips in an attempt to redeem yourself for before.

He shoves you away from him again, not kidding you back, “oh, so now you’re comfortable with kissing?” He asks sternly. You watch his angry figure with dad and confused eyes.

“I just didn’t wanna do it in front of all my coworkers. Jakey, that’s weird, we’re barely sixteen.” You attempted to comfort softly, but he rolled his eyes, stomping out of the party. You were thankful not many people noticed, at least that you could see.

He stomped off of set, you following him quickly behind, attempting to preserve this relationship in any way you can. You figured the downfall was coming soon enough, but you would rather it not be today.

“You never want to kiss me in public. You’re embarrassed of me!” He yells at you. Tears sting your eyes as you accept the fact that you’re back in the toxic environment you worked so hard to leave. This is why secretly you’ve been loving all the production delays and how long it’s taken to wrap filming. You love being away from home, because it means you don’t have to deal with this.

“Jake, I have no problem displaying affection in public! I’m not embarrassed of you, I just don’t think everyone needs to see what we do,” you start strongly, before he cuts you off in annoyance and impatience, “so you’re admitting you think I don’t deserve to be seen with you in public! What, is it because you became an actor? So I’m not good enough for you now because I’m just a high schooler? I’m just Jacob, and ‘oh, look at me I'm big time actor big deal y/n’, huh!? That’s all I am to you!?”

He scoffs angrily, his volume increasing, “And, I was going to give you birthday sex too. Yeah.”

You quietly let his words sink in as you weigh your options and try to think of what to say. Once again your brain is failing you, you have no clue how to react in this situation.

“Get off my set,” You quietly mumble after nearly a minute of silence. He scoffs.

“Get, off of my fucking set,” you growl at him, not moving a muscle. Your brain initially made you consider stepping up to him, but you’re significantly shorter than him, so you decided against that. But it didn’t matter anyway, because he approached you and slapped you directly across the face. You don’t react. Not at all, it barely even phases you and you simply blink.

You don’t have to say anything else, as he slowly makes his way off the set and out of the parking lot, towards the bus station. But you don’t care where he’s going or how he’s getting there. You just hope he stays gone.

As you watch his silhouette fade into the street lamps and surrounding scrambling bodies going in all different directions, you hear two people running up behind you. You don’t need to turn around or hear their voices to know they’re Sebastian and Chris.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian worried, cradling your cheek. “That little shit slapped you,” Chris huffed angrily as he watched his body emerge.

“He does that to me all the time. It’s just because we watched it in a movie together, it’s just an inside joke.” You quietly stare into the distance blankly.

“Y/n,” Sebastian says, looking into your helpless innocent eyes.

“No, it’s not,” Chris says softly.

“No, it’s not.” You whisper quietly.

That’s the first time you came clean, the first time you realized something was wrong. The first time you stopped lying about the things he did to you and how he made you feel. The first time you stopped letting him isolate you from everyone else.

You reconnected with the friends you lost because of him. The first time in a long time you had an open, honest conversation with your parents. You spoke in passing about things he did to you, and didn’t rush to excuse his behavior. You let speculation be speculation, because the speculation was fact. And you had the trauma to prove it.

You talked to Sebastian and Chris about it a lot. They were there to listen to it all, they welcomed you In with open arms. Lucky for you filming didn’t wrap for several months after your sweet sixteen, after your sophomore year of high school ended, during summer break. So you didn’t have to worry about seeing Jacob or purposely getting yourself sentenced to detention to make out with him much to the dismay of the detention supervisor of the day.

And lucky for you, when junior year started, after weeks of freaking out and crying and calling Sebastian and Chris, you found out that Jacob had moved upstate to live with his mother, because she got custody.

…

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[rachaelswrites]

Heya, hope you're good! Can I request 8 and 10 from random prompts with Sebastian and daughter please?

It was a quiet night in for you and your dad. It was a friday so the two of you decided to do a movie night. You wanted to take a shower first so you were upstairs while your dad was downstairs in the kitchen.

He was making some snacks for the two of you when he heard a crash come from the bathroom, “Y/n?” he called.

“What the fuck was that!” he heard you scream. 

He sighed and set down the food he had and headed upstaris to see what was going on.

He knocked on the bathroom door, “Are you-”

He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before you swung the door open and scream again, “There’s a damn spider in the bathroom!” 

You moved away from the door and hid behind your dad, using him as a shield.

“It’s just a spider,” your dad said, grabbing toilet paper to take care of the spider, “It won’t hurt you,”

“Yes it will. I don’t want it to crawl all over me,” you said back, staying out of the bathroom.

Sebastian rolled his eyes at you while he got the spider and then flushed it down the toilet. He turned back around to face you, “So, what movie do you want to watch tonight?”

“Nothing with spiders. I had enough of them tonight.”

Sebastian frowned a little, “So no Spider-Man?”

You shook your head, “No. No more spiders.”

#x daughter!reader #x teen!reader #sebastian stan x daughter #sebastian stan daughter #sebastian stan fanfiction

[buckybarnesb-tch]

Hybrids Mafia Princess Pt4

Warning: SMUT! Oral (F receiving), loss of virginity, anal sex, brief mentions of SA

Tag List: @a-beaverhausen @ranisingsnew @ronswhoree @susannahmikaelson @skulliecadaver-blog @yeaiamme2 @nataliewalker93 @luz09

Getting passed the guards on the property was easier than he expected, climbing up and tapping on her window. Y/n looked over, confused by the sound before seeing him and letting Klaus see the adorable “stunned” expression she wore.

‘What are you doing here?! Have you lost your mind? You could have been shot at the party we were at, now imagine what my father will do to you here, in my bedroom no less…how did you get passed the guards?’ She wondered and he smirked, sending a jolt of excitement down her spine.

‘I’m very sneaky. I told you this wasn’t over, remember?’ He teased her and while she giggled, she moved passed him to the window, opening it again and looking around.

‘It was sweet of you to come here but you need to go. I don’t want to be the reason you-‘ he cut off her ramblings as she turned, pressing his lips to hers gently. ‘Well maybe you could stay for a moment.’

‘Just a moment.’ He assured her, kissing her again, their lips meeting roughly.

‘Then you have to…have to go-‘

‘Have to go.’ He agreed and stepped forward, leading Y/n backwards until her back hit the mattress. ‘God, you’re gorgeous, fucking beautiful!’ Klaus pressed his lips to her jaw once she stopped for air, pinning her down and continuing to kiss her neck, sucking a dark mark onto her perfect skin before sinking his fangs into her.

Klaus had always heard how a mates blood tasted better than any other person in the world and he could now attest to that. As her blood flooded his mouth he couldn’t repress the moan that escaped him, her hips humping up against his cock which was practically ready to explode in his pants like he was a 14 year old boy. Y/n’s fingers were buried in his short blond locks, holding tightly as he continued grinding his hips down and Klaus knew how desperate he was making her.

‘Such a good girl, letting Daddy take care of you like this.’ She made a soft mewling sound, unable to get any words to form on her lips as she panted, Klaus’ hands holding tight to her thighs and not letting up as he kept pushing his hard cock against her. ‘You’re gonna cum for me Princess, Daddy’s gonna get you nice and wet before you take my cock.’

‘Nngh…Daddy!’ She moaned, hands holding onto his back so tightly that if he were human he would definitely bruise.

‘That’s right baby, Daddy’s here, making your pussy feel so good…You’re gonna let Daddy fuck your pretty pussy, aren’t you? Gonna let Daddy love you just like you need.’ She nodded quickly, him rutting against her just right before her head hit the mattress and Klaus quickly clamped his hand over her mouth as she came with a loud cry, unable to stop herself and it was the cutest thing the Hybrid had ever seen. ‘Such a good girl, Princess, just relax, Daddy will take care of everything.’ Klaus promised, moving to pull his shirt over his head, feeling her warm fingers on his skin almost instantly. Her shirt came off next along with her sleep pants and panties, leaving her completely exposed to his mercy and she didn’t seem to think anything was wrong with that.

Klaus knew he needed to protect this girl, her father had really fucked her up if she’s this trusting with him already and he is just thankful that it��s him that found her this vulnerable. He’s going to take advantage of it of course, but he won’t hurt her, not at all. He’s going to make her feel so good she’ll never even think about leaving him.

‘Klaus…I’ve never-‘

‘I know. It’s alright, I’m gonna take such good care of you. You’re Daddy’s baby now, and Daddy takes care of what belongs to him.’ He unhooked his belt and pulled down both his pants and boxer briefs just enough to free his cock and her eyes went wide. Klaus didn’t have the longest cock but his was always the thickest women had ever had (a result of his werewolf genes even when dormant), and he knew he had to be gentle. He also knew that being gentle and making her first time perfect would ensure she trusted him even more as he knew every man who had ever flirted with her had been aggressive about it, probably scaring the poor innocent girl even more he realized as he saw the fear in her eyes that he decided he did not like from his mate. ‘Don’t be scared…we don’t have to do this, we can stop right now if you don’t-‘

‘No, please don’t? I want you to enjoy it, I can do that. I can make you feel good, Daddy.’

His wolf practically purred in his chest at the idea that his mate wants to please him and would clearly let him fuck her any which way he wanted…maybe even in my wolf form- He quickly cut off that line of thought from his beast before getting back on track.

‘Princess, I love that you want to make me happy but I need to take care of you. That’s a Daddy’s job. You are going to love every second of this and if I hurt you the tiniest bit you are to tell me right away…you’re mine now. I won’t hurt you, I won’t be like everyone else in your life…I promise.’ The tears welling up in her eyes were almost cute and she pulled him down to press her lips to his passionately, desperately, needy for him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close so his cock now rested against her slit. He couldn’t control the groan that came from him when he felt her wet heat against his sensitive, hard length and he quickly took hold of himself and pressed into her slowly, pausing about halfway in when she squeaked suddenly. ‘Take a second and relax your muscles, that will help, relax for Daddy.’ Klaus pressed his lips to her neck, sucking hard and leaving a dark love bite on her perfect pale skin.

‘I’m okay. More.’ She urged and he smiled, pressing in further, not stopping this time until he bottomed out. ‘So full…didn’t know I could feel like this…please move?!’ Y/n begged and he obliged right away, pulling his hips back and easing back in again. He did that several more times before thrusting up into her and enjoying her squeal before clamping his hand over her mouth again.

‘There’s Daddy’s good girl, so fucking good for me!’ He growled, the beast in the back of his mind purring in contentment as his mate allowed him to take her as he wanted, thrusting into her like a man possessed. ‘Perfect fucking pussy, squeezing me so good! You have the most perfect cunt I’ve ever felt, like velvet wrapped around me. She’s treating Daddy so good, never gonna stop fucking you! You’re all mine now. My! Fucking! Pussy!’ He growled, a thrust punctuating his last 3 words before I squealed under his hand, squeezing his cock hard as I came before feeling something hot filling me up inside. It was a feeling that I immediately loved and wanted more of as he pulled himself out of my pussy and kissed my face several times. He rolled off of me and pulled me to his side instantly, kissing my head and snuggling me as we both relaxed.

‘Did you mean it?’ He looked down at where she rested on his chest, raising his brows in question. ‘When you said I’m all yours now…did you mean it or…or was this just a one time thing? I-I have to know cause…so many men want to fuck me. Some cause they want on my Dads good side…some cause they want to say they stuck their cock in James Barnes daughter, and a lot want to…doesn’t matter-‘

‘No, what were you going to say?’

‘It doesn’t matter, I-‘

‘It does matter, tell me…a lot of them want to what?’ He demanded, suddenly quite serious and she cringed.

‘A lot of men want revenge on my father and…I wasn’t supposed to know but a lot of men have threatened to…hurt me…to get back at him. He killed them of course but the point is I don’t just want to be used…I want someone to love me no matter how pathetic that sounds-‘

‘That doesn’t sound pathetic…my father was an abusive piece of shit and that’s all I wanted all my life too…I understand.’ He explained, feeling close enough to tell her something only his siblings are aware of.

‘The point is I just-I need to know if I’m gonna wake up tomorrow and never see you again. It’s okay if-if you just wanted to fuck me, I would understand but please tell me the truth?’

His mate doubted him. He couldn’t say he didn’t understand, she’s been through hell in her life and she knows how many men just want to use and abuse her, she’s smart to be cautious…If not a bit late about it. ‘There’s a lot I need to tell you about myself, but right now you need to know that I knew the moment I first saw you that you were it for me. I’m in love with you Y/n, and I could not physically care any fucking less about your father. In fact I want to take you right now out that window and never come back, keep you by my side for eternity and get away from this horrible environment-‘

‘You would run away with me?’ She asked, hope in her voice and he instantly knew she would go anywhere he wanted with him.

‘In a heartbeat. We’ll do it, we’ll run away together. Whenever you’re ready Princess, but you need to understand, I meant everything I said to you. You are mine, every inch of you and I will never need another women again. I will never be with anyone but you, this perfect little cunt-‘ he spoke, hand cupping her sex and feeling her wetness against his fingers instantly. ‘-is the only one I will ever need again. This body is Daddy’s now, all mine to play with however I want…isn’t it? You’ll let Daddy play with you, won’t you?’ She nodded quickly, panting like a dog in heat as the heel of his hand rubbed over her clit roughly. ‘Let Daddy fuck this pussy however I want…will you let Daddy play with all your holes?’ His wet fingers trailed back down her slit and pressed between her cheeks to find her tight little asshole waiting for him to play with. She gasped as he pressed against the tight muscle, rubbing over it firmly and watching her eyes flutter as she nodded her head quickly.

‘P-please? Please Daddy?’

‘Does Daddy have a desperate little anal slut on his hands? I bet you are, you’re gonna beg your Daddy to fuck your tight little bum. I will always make you feel good Babygirl.’ He told her, pushing 2 of his wet fingers into her tight hole. ‘I won’t fuck you like this until I can hear you scream as loud as you need to for me, Daddy can’t wait until he can hear every sound he can drag out of your slutty little mouth. Until then though-‘ he placed his other hand over her mouth before sliding down her body and pressing a kiss to her clit, licking up her slit and tasting their combined pleasure, his wolf purring once again from deep in his chest. He thrust his fingers into her asshole as he ate her out, desperate to make her cum all over again only to freeze when there was suddenly a loud knock at her door.

‘Y/n? What are those noises? Are you hurt?’ She didn’t respond, looking down at Klaus terrified but he just gestured for her to respond to Steve. ‘Answer me or I’m coming in, and I don’t care how dressed you are!’

‘Steve, I’m…I’m masterbating! And I don’t know how my dad would feel about you talking to me while my fingers are inside my cunt!’

‘Oh Jesus! Christ Y/n, just-just keep it down! Goodnight!’ He hissed, stomping off down the hall just before she moaned again, Klaus sucking her clit hard and curling his fingers just right before his mate suddenly squirt all over his mouth causing the moan that the Hybrid let out as he came on the blanket underneath him.

‘You are so fucking perfect!’ He panted, wiping his mouth before sliding up her body and pressing his lips to hers desperately.

Y/n took his face in her hands and caressed his stubbly jaw. ‘I want to leave this house. This state, I want to go have a life with you away from all of this horrible pain. My father is…he’s a monster and if we don’t go I’m going to have to watch him kill you next. Tell me we can go, I’ll grab my stuff, go right now and-‘

‘Shh, Shh, Shh. Wait a second Princess. Yes, we can go but not tonight. I need to make sure everything is done in the house first-‘

‘House?’ She wondered and Klaus looked down, feigning embarrassment.

‘I uh…I already found us a place…I hoped I could convince you to go with me. It’s a great place in the woods in Washington state, far away from here and from your fathers reach. I will make you happy Babygirl, I promise. Just give me 2 days. 2 days and we’re gone I promise.’

‘You promise?’

‘Promise. Now let Daddy hold you before I have to go.’ He kissed her head gently, holding her firmly against his body and wishing he didn’t have to let her go. ‘First night in the house I’m holding you all night long, I will wake up with my Princess in my arms and never let you go again.’

‘I…I love you Nik.’ Y/n whispered, nuzzling into his neck to drift off with her Daddy’s arms around her tired body.

‘I love you too, Princess. You’re all mine now. Don’t you forget it.’

And she was. Klaus would never let her go now, no matter what he had to do to ensure it.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

Hybrids Mafia Princess Series

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[book-place]

No-No Word

Warnings: cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Chris Evans x daughter reader, Sebastian Stan x reader platonic, Anthony Mackie x reader platonic

Request: heyyy i was just wondering if you'd be willing to write for Chris Evans x daughter!reader maybe??? :)

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: Turns out, you’re a lot smarter than Chris would’ve thought

A/N: Posting a couple short fics to get back into writing

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Hey there, sweetheart.” Chris quickly glanced over his shoulder as you waddled into the kitchen area, “How did you sleep?”

You yawned, reaching up to rub your eyes, “Good, dada.”

Your father couldn’t help but allow his grin to widen at the sight of you, merely five years old, drowning in fuzzy pajamas and clutching a stuffed animal under your right arm.

“You up for some pancakes?” Of course, he already knew the answer.

A smile lit up your face, suddenly awake, and you nodded your head vigorously, suddenly wide awake. “Up! Up!” You chanted jumping up and down slightly as you made a grabbing motion towards the blond man.

Chris abandoned the spatchula next to the stove and scooped you up in his arms, peppering kisses on the side of your head and into your hair in a way that emitted joyous giggles from your lips.

He gently set you down on the counter, a healthy distance away from where he was cooking the batter, nodding along as you rambled about something or other and moved back to continue making the two of you breakfast.

“-and then the dog jumped as tall as you daddy!” Your eyes were wide with awe and amazement.

The man chuckled slightly, “Is that so, honey-“ He cut himself off when the spatula slipped from his grasp and landed with a small ‘clang’ onto the floor.

Immediately, he bent down to pick it up, “Oops-“

“Shit!”

Chris snapped to attention, eyes wide and alert as stared at you with a dropped jaw. You just blinked up at him innocently.

“What the- what did you say?” He asked in complete shock, those being the only words he could form at the moment.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a second before realization lit up your face and you smiled proudly, placing your hands on your hips, “Shit!” You repeated.

“How the- who-“ Your father sputtered.

He had always been extra careful and sure that he never cursed around you and that others he was with didn’t either.

“No, honey,” He finally came to his senses and turned off the stove for a moment as he bent down to be eye level with you, “That’s a bad word, we don’t say that.”

And your eyebrows were furrowed once more, “Shit?”

Chris nodded, “Yes, that’s a no-no word, we don’t say that.”

A pout immediately formed on your lips and you crossed your arms, “But it’s a big kid word, and I’m a big kid!”

He shook his head back and forth, “Where did you even hear it?”

“Uncle Sebby!” You cheered excitedly.

A look of realization dawned on the actor before it was quickly replaced by exhaustion, “Is that so?” He asked as he ran a frustrated hand down his face, knowing Sebatian was about to get a very unhappy call in a few minutes.

You nodded, oblivious to your fathers feelings, “Uh-huh, he said it but told me it was a big kid word, and that I couldn’t say it until I was a big kid.”

“Then why are you saying it now?” He raised a stern eyebrow in your direction.

You grinned, “Because I asked Uncle Anthony later if I was a big kid and he said yes!”

Chris was silent for a moment, and it took everything in him not to burst out in laughter at the brilliance of your statement, how at even such a young age you and figured out a way to get around a rule and still act innocent about the whole thing.

Failing, he let a few chuckles slip through his lips and he picked you up and carried you on his hip, “That’s still a no-no word, no matter what your uncles say. Got it?” He playfully rubbed his nose against your cheek and poked his fingers at your sides, tickling you.

You shrieked with laughter, trying to force yourself away from him, “Okay, okay, daddy! No more tickles! No more tickles!”

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[graciegoeskrazy]

jump then fall

Sebastian Stan x StepDaughter!Teen!reader

wc: shmall/776

summary: y/n comes home drunk but Sebastian is there to make sure she’s okay.

warnings: alcohol, step parents(???), one mention of teen pregnancy, lemme know what i missed plz.

a/n: hiiii wrote this last night. thought it was cute. this is unedited so sorry in advance. will i fix it? no prob not.

You got your friend to drive you back from the party. You made her turn the headlights off and drop you off a couple of houses down from your home. “Holy Shit!”

“”Language, young lady.”

“”What are you doing up?” You said, trying not to slur your words. It was no use though.

“Waiting for you.” Sebastian said, leaning against the door frame. He hadn’t married your mom yet but he moved in with you and your mom. Over time the relationship between you two grew very deep. It was evident he cared for you. Not growing up with a father figure, you weren’t sure how this was gonna go, but you were thankful for Sebastian being there whenever you needed him to be. He was more than willing to step up.

“You don’t have to do that.” Trying to act nonchalant.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Make sure you’re not drunk.”

“Well, no need to worry because I am nethier of those things.” You proceeded to give a weak thumbs up. Sebastian walked over to you after a second. Arms crossed. “How many drink did you have?”

You sighed and looked down, defeated in your drunken state. “like 5.”

“Y/n!”

“But, I was very responsible! We had a designated driver. We did nothing but talk at Sophie’s house. We even gave each other emergency contacts! I gave them your number just in case!” His heart secretly swelled.

“Please, whatever you do, please don’t tell mom?”

He sighed and paused for a bit. But finally released a simple “Ok.”

You were shocked. You didn’t think he would let you off this easily.

“What? Ok?”

“Listen, She’s gonna find out. You think she’s an idiot? And even then she’s not gonna be upset. She’s been in your shoes before. We both have! Your mom knows what it’s like to be a teenager and have fun. She got pregnant with you as a teen for Christ's sake!”

“I don’t intend on doing that.” You said slurring.

“That might get you in a little more trouble.”

You hid your head in your hands, both out of embarrassment and out of pain with your oncoming migraine.

“So you’re not mad?”

“No. Of course not. I just wanted to make sure you’re ok and not too drunk.”

“Well i’m ok and super drunk.” you said almost falling in his arms before he caught you.

“Ok we need to get you to bed.”

“But im not tiiiired!”

“Yes, you are.”

“Ok, I’m very tired.”

Sebastian led you to your room. You immediately flopped on your bed with a grunt. Sebastian chuckled to himself as he walked over to your closet to find some pjs for you to wear. He found a set and threw it on your bed. “Get changed into this, I'll be right back.” You just moaned and layed still for a good minute before getting a spruce of energy and sitting up to change. You took of your layers of jewelry and put them in your side table before you heard a knock. “Enter.” You said, as you flopped back down on your bed. Sebastian laughed as he sat down beside you. “Come here.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you up. You just grumbled which only made him smile more. He had a makeup wipe and proceeded to wipe away the dried mascara and and anything else that was left after the drunken night. Once he let go of your arm, you fell back down on the bed again. He smiled. “Goodnight, y/n.”

“WAIT!”

He turned around. Your eyes were half open as you managed to get yourself under the covers. “You have to tuck me in.” You said matter of factly. “Ah of course.” He returned to your bed and sat beside you, helping to move the covers up. You talked as he tucked you in.

“Sebastian?”

“Hm?”

“Am I gonna be hurt tomorrow?”

“Hurt? Well maybe, but it’s nothing time and some advil can’t help.”

“Sebastian?”

“Yes sweetie.”

“I’m never gonna drink again.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Drinking is for disgusting people.”

“But I drink does that mean i’m disgusting?”

“Eh…you get a pass.”

“Thank you.”

He plugged in your phone, turned the light off, and gave you your final tucks.

“Sebastian?”

“Hm?”

“Can you stay?” You looked at him with longing eyes. He climbed into bed without another word. He turned on some random disney movie for background noise. After a while, your head fell on his chest and your breathing slowed. He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you baby.”

You snuggled deeper. “I love you too dad”

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[stellatekintsugi]

Sebastian Stan

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[youre-amazing-say-it]

What do I do Now?

Chris Evans x reader, Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary: 20-year-old actress finds out she is pregnant and Sebastian and Chris are with her as she figures out what is next.

Warning: pregnancy, tears, mention of sex, alcohol mentioned, fluff with a hint of angst

A/N: this was a request I had for a while and I just finished it lol. also very much protective caring older brother vibes in this fic.

Taglist: @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

You weren’t an idiot, you knew how it happened. You and your boyfriend Dean have been dating since you were 16, and you are now 20. You have been through a lot together and are now closer than ever. The two of you are pretty good about practicing safe sex, with an occasional pass. But you’re always using Plan B in the morning. That didn’t guarantee no pregnancy but it never failed you. Until now. 

“Hey Squish, come on we are going to be..” Sebastian Stan said as he barged into your trailer. He looked at you as you sat at the end of your bed, looking at the stick in your hand with tears in your eyes. It didn’t take them long to put two and two together. “Holy shit-” he said as he put his keys on the counter. 

“Seriously Seb,” you said as you looked up at him as the tears slowly dripped down your face. He came over to you and took the test from your hands and looked at you. “How did-” he started to say. “Do I need to explain to you how babies are made?” You said trying to make a joke out of it. He sat down next to you, handing you back your test. He let out a breath. “Does Dean know?” He asked. “No, I just found out.” 

“When do you see him next?” He asked looking at you. He saw you gripping onto the stick and took it out of your hands and gently intertwined his hands with yours. He moved his arm so he could rub your back as he saw your chest start to rise and fall fast. "hey it's okay, it's going to be okay." he said as you turned towards him and silently sobbed into his chest.

"I'm scared Seb, I'm so scared," you said as you continue to let your emotions out. He kissed your head as he heard someone walk through the door of your trailer.

"What's taking you guys so.." Chris Evans said as he repeated Sebastian's exact movement. He looked at the pregnancy test on the floor, then at you and Seb. "Holy-"

"Yeah," you said as you lifted your head off Sebastian's shoulder. you quickly wiped your tears off your face before looking at Chris. "Surprise" while wearing a laughing smile. "How did this happen?" Chris said and he moved to sit on the other side of you. "Do you both not know how babies are made?" you asked looking at the men next to you.

"God no, we know how it's just.." Chris started. "Hard to believe and wrap our minds around." Sebastian finished off. you all sat there in silence, nobody knowing exactly what to say.

"what do I do guys? how do I tell dean?" you finally spoke. "well did you two ever talk about kids? I know you guys have been together for a while but you are young so I don't know if that was in the cards yet." Chris asked as he stroked your hand with his thumb. You and Dean definitely talked about kids, but you both planned on not having them until a year or two after getting married, and you weren't even engaged.

"Yeah but not till later on. What if he isn't ready, I'm not even ready to be a mom yet!" you said as you started to get panicking again. "wait, do you want to keep the baby?" Sebastian asked as he continued to rub your back.

"I think so, I don't know what I want to do. I want to talk to Dean about it though because it is his kid after all," you said. Chris gave your hand a squeeze making you look up at him. "But at the end of the day, it's your choice and you decide what you want to do. Promise me you will make the best choice for yourself," he said as he looked into your eyes. "I promise," you said as you nod your head. He gave your head a quick kiss.

"I know it's been a long," Chris said as he looked at his watch, "10 minutes but do we still want to go grab something to eat or just chill instead?" he asked and he looked at you and Sebastian. "It's up to you doll," Seb said. "I just want to stay in, if that's okay?" you asked your friends.

"Of course, it is, pizza and a movie?" Chris said as he got up, reaching his hand out for you to take. "Sounds perfect" you smiled at him. you gave Chris a big hug as you left out a breath you were holding. "thank you" you said as you looked into his ocean eyes. You turned to face Sebastian and did the same action. "I know it's still probably weird to find out I'm pregnant," you said.

"yep," Chris said

"Definitely." Sebastian as he ran his hand through his hair.

"But I wouldn't want anyone else to be here with me through this. so thank you," you said smiling at them. They brought you in for a group hug until you heard Sebastian's stomach grumble. "Okay, pretty boy here needs some food it sounds like," Chris spoke as he slapped Sebastian back, making him laugh and blush a little. "You two stay here," Sebastian said as he grabbed his keys off the counter. He gave you another kiss on the head before heading off.

Chris grabbed the cozy blanket off the couch before making a dramatic leap onto your bed. You bent down to pick up the sticks and boxes that were on the floor before you heard the Boston accent behind you. "Get your butt over here please, you shouldn't be working so hard," he said looking at you. "Oh I'm sorry, do you want to pick up my pee sticks?" you asked him giving him a smirk. "Nope carry on," he said before taking the remote and turning on a random movie.

You put the sticks on the counter before making your way to your bed. Chris opened his arms and you gladly moved to rest your head on his chest and he rubbed your back. You were grateful for your boys and knew they would be with you every step of the journey, no matter where it takes you.

the end

EXTRA SCENE

You, Seb, and Chris all leaned back against the bed, your head still on Chris's chest. You were watching y/c/m (your comfort movie) when a thought popped into your head.

"you know if I decide to keep this baby, you can't throw me a 21st birthday party," you said as you sat up and lad against the headboard. You hear the boys let out a groan of frustration.

"That was the only reason we became friends with a 16-year-old," Sebastian said looking at you. "We have been waiting for this moment for years," Chris said leaning his head on your shoulder.

"what about on my 22nd birthday, it's still a birthday party and might not affect the breastmilk and alcohol mixture," you suggested.

"I'm good with that. I'm very curious to see how you are drunk," Sebastian said as he looked at you.

"Oh, I know how I behave drunk. Guess you guys just have to wait and see," you said as you leaned back with a smirk. Chris and Sebastian looked at each other.

"WHAT?!?"

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[mxssingmemories]

Back to School

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x daughter!reader

Summary: It's back to school time for Y/N, how much chaos can this possibly cause in the Stan household?

Warnings: none :) all fluff

Word Count: 500!

A/N: hi loves. it's been like a week, i've been super busy with life but i'm going to try to get back on track here!! thank you for being patient :)

The minute Sebastian got the email with your school's shopping list, he jumped up and ran to your room. "Y/N, guess what I just got!" he smiled, throwing himself onto his daughter's bed.

"A horse." you deadpanned, slightly pissed off he woke you from your nap. The minute you sat up, though, it hit you-it was your shopping list. It had to be. Your junior year of high school started in a week, the scheduled time for them to be emailed out to parents. "Already? God, I feel like summer just started."

"Where do you wanna go, kiddo? We should make the best of it."

"Walmart's fine, dad." you smiled, his attitude lifting your spirits a bit.

Walmart itself was quite crowded. The aisles were filled with back to school supplies, and what felt like a maze of people trying to get one thing all at once. It was frustrating, to say the least;you just wanted to get your shopping done.

"Okay, so I think we need three or four notebooks. Which ones do you like?" It took several minutes to come to a decision. You eventually threw pastel color-coded notebooks in the cart, dragging your dad along to the pens & pencils.

"Can I get the special ones? Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? Pretty please with a cherry and a cupcake-!"

"Okay! Okay! Yes, you can have the special ones. Jesus." he cut you off, tossing them haphazardly in the cart. You guys repeated this process for everything else you needed, until soon enough, it was time for the backpacks.

"This one is really cute, dad."

"Honey. Y/N. My favorite daughter. That is absolutely hideous." he clapped back, laughing when you threw your hands over your mouth in mock offense. Suddenly, he threw you over his shoulder, running around the aisle with you in tow practically screaming. You only got a few weird looks-it's not that surprising though; it's a Walmart, after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You ready, kiddo?" your dad asked, arm wrapped around your shoulders as you stood at the steps of your high school. With a nod, you hugged your dad tightly-letting yourself gather the strength you might need for that day.

"Alright, lovie, you have your emergency alarm right? I packed your lunch, your favorite of course, and there are a few snacks in there as well. And remember that if anyone tries anything I swear to God I will-"

"Alright, dad, I get it. I'll be okay today, I promise." you smiled, winking at your dad as you scampered up the steps, taking them two at a time.

"I love you!" he called after you, trying to not chase you up the steps.

"Love you more!" you yelled back, your shoulders going up and down as you took a deep breath. Today is going to be a good day, and nothing could stop it. He smiled as he watched you run up the steps, content that you were safe. And, if Sebastian cried in the car on the way home, that was his business.

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[indiavictoriaa]

Beach Day

Summary : You and your dad go to the beach with the avengers cast

Your age : 3

“Are you excited to go to the sea side ?” Sebastian asks you as he turns to look at you.

You gave your dad a nod and continued looking out the window.

Your dad could tell that you were nervous so he put on Disney songs to make you more at ease.

“LET IT GOO LET IT GOO.” Sebastian starts singing on purpose as he knows it will make you laugh.

Your laugh echos in the car as your dad starts to grin at your reaction.

“Look baby doll we are here,” Sebastian says as he finds a parking space.

You clap your hands in excitement as you can see your uncle Anthony and uncle Chris talking.

Your dad greets your uncles and then opens your car door and get you out of your car seat and places you on the ground.

“There’s my favourite niece in the whole wide world,” says Chris.

“At least i’m favourite uncle,” Anthony argues.

You start giggling to yourself and hug both of your uncle’s legs. They both take it in turns to give you a hug and shower you with kisses.

Sebastian takes all the stuff out of the boot and then picks you up and places you on his shoulders.

You guys make your way down to the beach and you see all of your other aunties and uncles.

You start to shake and play with your dad’s hair so Chris takes you and whispers soothing things in your ear to calm you down.

“Hey it’s okay baby” “You’re okay i’m here”

Your dad sets up everything with the help of your aunties and uncles.

Sebastian then takes you from Chris and leans your head against his shoulder and takes you to see everyone.

Scarlett, Elizabeth, Robert, Chris Hemsworth, Mark and Jeremy all give you a hug and greet your dad.

You cuddle deeper into your dad until Elizabeth takes you and plays with you in the sand.

She then puts sunscreen on you and tickles you.

Your dad grins as he watches you interact with Elizabeth.

You and Elizabeth bury Robbie in the sand.

Your dad tries to get you to interact with the other children but he knew you weren’t ready for that just yet.

Jeremy helps you build a sand castle and Ava helps you find sea shells to put on the castle.

Chris Hemsworth holds you as he takes you into the water, all of his kids are surfing, Elsa is watching them play in the water.

Sebastian looks at the time and calls you over for a nap.

Robert quickly catches you as you try to run away from your dad.

Sebastian walks around the beach holding you as your cries start to decrease.

He walks back to everyone and lays down on the sun bed with you on his chest, he places a pacifier in your mouth and puts a blanket over you for shade.

After 45 minutes, you begin to stir, so you dad soothes you and waits until you fully wake up.

Scarlett takes you from your dad so that he can get up and she starts to rock you as you rub your eyes to wake up.

Mark then gives you an ice lolly and you say thank you and hug his leg.

Everyone starts packing up and you play with Rose, India and Ava while the others play something else.

Anthony spins you around and runs to the arcade with you.

Him and Chris got you a teddy from the grabbers which took them a million tries.

At sunset everyone says their goodbyes and starts to make tracks.

Chris and Anthony are the last ones to leave as they give you long hugs even though they will see you in a couple of days.

Sebastian puts you in your car seat and gives you your pacifier, bunny and blanket.

As soon as your dad turns the car on you let sleep take over.

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[tacotruckxveniceb1tch]

heyyy so here’s some more people im willing to write for i promise i am getting around to all of the asks i just want to make sure they are the best i can do!:)

x reader

-jj maybank (obx)

-conrad fisher (tsitp)

-peter parker (mcu)

x daughter!reader (don’t judge me i have parent issues lmfao)

-chris evans

-scarlett johansson

-pedro pascal

-sebastian stan

-lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls)

-tony stark (mcu)

there’s def more i’m just too tired to think

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[alyswritings]

Pressure

Request: Hi love could I request a Sebastian Stan x daughter reader where Reader feels pressure by her boyfriend to have sex for the first time, not only in their relationship but her entire life. When she says no her boyfriend doesn’t react too well, Sebastian finds the reader shaking and crying when he gets home from the set of the falcon and the winter soldier and goes into protective dad mode. Thank you love

Sebastian Stan x daughter!reader

Summary: Sebastian comforts his daughter after her boyfriend goes too far.

Warnings: pressure to have sex, mentions of sex, punching a wall

a/n: thank you for the request! please don't read if this could trigger you. hope you enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Y/N is over at her boyfriend's house, the two sitting in his room and watching a movie. Neither of his parents are home, the two there alone. Barely twenty minutes into the movie, they began making out.

Currently, Y/N is lying down while her boyfriend hovers over her as they kiss. His hand slides under her shirt and trails up, Y/N able to feel his thumb trace over the bottom of her bra. His hand slides up a little more, his hand gripping onto her boob.

Y/N makes a small noise, pulling her head away and she pushes his hand down.

"What? What?" He asks.

"I don't-- I don't want you to grab my boob." Y/N says.

"Okay. Yeah, okay. Sure." Ryan says. "No biggie." He says, smiling a little before starting to kiss her again. After a few moments, his hand slides down this time, slowly trailing to her butt. He grips it in his hand before moving his hand to her hip. He straddles her, letting his hands roam her body while he sucks on her neck.

Y/N enjoys some of it, but part of her still feels uncomfortable. She tenses up when Ryan starts to pull her pants down.

"I-- no, no, no." She stops him, trying to push him away.

"What?" He asks, sitting up. "I thought you wanted to have sex."

"I..." Y/N freezes as she thinks. She enjoyed the making out, but when he started gripping onto her, she began to feel uncomfortable and she definitely knows she isn't ready for the sex part. "I don't."

"What? Come on, baby, it's easy. I mean, I know you're a virgin, but it'll be painless. I promise." Ryan says.

"No, I-- no. I don't wanna lose it yet." Y/N says. "I'm not-- I'm not ready for that."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ryan scoffs.

"What?" Y/N mumbles, frowning. She has always been taught that "no" meant "no." And given she surrounds herself with people who respect that, she sometimes forget that some people don't know how to handle it.

"God, you are such a fucking tease!" Ryan exclaims, standing up.

"Wh-- no, I'm not." Y/N argues, pulling her pants up and standing up.

"Yes, you are! You let me kiss you for almost a full fucking hour, just to turn me down to sex?! That's fucking cruel!"

"Look, I just-- I'm not ready yet. Okay? There's nothing wrong with not being ready." Y/N states.

"Except that it affects me." Ryan says, rolling his eyes. Y/N nervously watches him try to calm himself down. "Okay, you know what? I don't-- we don't have to do it that way. But I think I at least deserve for you to blow me."

"Wh-what?" Y/N mumbles.

"Yeah. You caused an issue and you got me all turned out, only to flake out. I think I deserve to get a fucking blow job." Ryan states.

"I-- no. I don't-- I don't wanna do that either." Y/N says.

Ryan stares at her, Y/N shrinking at the angry look in his eyes.

"Look, I-- I'm sorry, but I just don't--" Y/N jumps when Ryan slams his fist into the wall, creating a hole. She stare at the hole with wide eyes, feeling fear spike up inside her, her hands growing sweaty.

"I-- I should go." Y/N mumbles, grabbing her purse.

"Yeah. Yeah, you fucking go, you prude!" Ryan shouts after her as Y/N rushes out of the house.

- - -

Y/N is curled up on the couch, sniffling as she cries, trying to not have a completely break down. She got home about an hour ago and hasn't moved from her spot, attempting to comfort herself.

She doesn't hear the front door open or her dad call out for her. Sebastian drops his stuff on the bench by the door and takes his shoes off before walking further into the apartment. He walks into the living room, stopping when he sees his daughter's state.

"Y/N/N?" Sebastian gently calls. He walks over to her. "Hey." He says, finally getting her attention. She looks up at him, Sebastian's heart breaking at the tearful, scared look in her eyes. "Baby, hey, hey. What happened?"

"I-- I--" Y/N hiccups, starting to sob. She shakes her head, unable to speak.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Sebastian sits next to her and pulls her into a hug. "It's all right. I got you, sweetheart. I got you. I'm right here."

Sebastian continues to comfort her until she slowly is able to calm down, her cries decreasing.

"Can you explain what happened?" Sebastian asks. Y/N sniffles as she sits up, getting out of her father's hold.

"I... well, I was-- I was at Ryan's earlier. And we... and we were--" Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to keep control of her breathing.

"It's okay, princesa. Take your time." Sebastian soothes, rubbing his thumb over her cheek, his hand cupping the side of her face. "Take your time, baby girl."

Y/N keeps control of her breathing until she knows she can talk without breaking down.

"We were-- we were, um..." Y/N awkwardly glances around. "Kissing. And... and it started to-to progress, but I-- I didn't want it to. I had to stop him a couple of times and tell him that-- that I didn't want it to go any further. And, um... he-- he didn't take it very well."

"He got really mad and... and he started yelling and it scared me and then he-- he punched the wall and it... it created a hole. And it was really scary and I didn't know he would react like that. Maybe I should've just said yes, and--"

"Hey, hey, hey, no. No." Sebastian firmly tells her. "You do not have to do anything that you are not comfortable with and nobody is allowed to force you to either. If you don't want to have sex, then you don't want to have sex. It's as simple as that and whoever you're with should respect that."

"Ryan is not a good person for scaring you or getting angry at you for not doing something that he wants."

"I don't-- I don't wanna keep dating him. But what if-- what if he does something worse? What if he reacts angrier, I--"

"I will go with you." Sebastian says. "I will be right there and if he tries anything, I'll stop him. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." He quietly assures and Y/N nods.

"You did the right thing, honey. You kept your boundaries and you didn't do something you knew would make you super uncomfortable and that's good. You respected your own boundaries, and he should've too."

Y/N sniffles and nods, wiping her nose.

"C'mere." Sebastian mumbles, pulling her into a hug. He holds onto her tightly, one hand resting on her head as she starts to quietly cry again. Sebastian's jaw clenches as he glares at the wall, wanting nothing more than to go kill or at least seriously injure Ryan for doing this to his baby girl. But he knows all he can really do is be there for Y/N and make sure she's okay, which he fully intends to do.

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[daisynataliee]

I’ve Got You

Summary ~ Your dad comforts you when he sees you having a panic attack.

Warnings ~ Panic Attack

Growing up, you’ve always had severe anxiety which sometimes meant you would have anxiety attacks and panic attacks but fortunately you always had your dad by your side.

Recently, school has been getting too much for you, grades have been dropping, bullying as got much more worse but you’ve been missing your dad more than anything. He’s been away filming a new film so your Grandma comes over and checks up on you.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m home.” Sebastian shouts as he drops his bags and makes his way towards your bedroom. He can hear muffled whimpers. When he opens your door his heart shatters.

He quickly makes his away over to you and sits down opposite you “Hey hey baby it’s okay. I’m here now. Copy my breathing doll.” He places your hand on his chest and whispers sweet nothings.

“You’re doing so well my love.”

“Daddy’s here now.”

“It’s okay. You are safe.”

“I’ve got you.”

You look up at your dad, tears streaming down, you cuddle into him while sitting on his lap. “I - I’m s - s - sorry.” You whisper to your dad while sobbing.

“You have nothing to apologise for Y / N okay ?” You are doing so so well I’m so proud of you baby.”

After a while your cries begin to decrease and you cuddle more into your dad. “What are 5 things that you can see?”

“My bed, the sofa, wardrobe, you and the window.” Your dad looks down at you and smiles “Well done princess.”

“4 things that you can feel angel.” You can feel your heart beat calming down. “The floor, your hand stroking my cheek, your other hand in my hair and my clothes.

“3 things you can hear my love.” You rest your head on your dads shoulder trying to hear other things rather than your thoughts. “The cars outside, the neighbours and my voice.

“2 things you can smell doll.” You take a minute and then reply “Your aftershave and my perfume.”

“1 thing you can taste sweetheart.”

“My cherry chapstick.” Your dad smiles down at you “I’m so proud of you Y / N.”

After a few minutes you explain to your dad what was bothering you and he felt so guilty. “I’m so sorry baby girl this is all my fault I should have been at home more. I promise i’ll make it up to you and I will have a word with your school. I’ve got you doll I’m not going anywhere.”

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[cadencejames87]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Stark Reader

Summary: You help Bucky with his nightmares.

Honestly, if you read this, I apologize. It's basically word vomit that could have been trimmed. I focused on areas that didn't need to be focused on and glossed over bits that could have been more in-depth; my brain is all over the place these days.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: House fire, death of a parent, PTSD, talks of trauma, hostage, abuse, sad Bucky, sorry if i missed any

*not beta'd thus any and all mistakes are my own*

~Dividers within story by @firefly-graphics~

"You should have seen his face," Clint mimicked the dumbfounded expression that wavered heavily on Tony's ordinarily know-it-all smug mug when he wandered into Clint's safe house not too long ago. "And all this time he's been hiding you from all of us." Clint sets down a large bowl of popcorn and falls onto the couch with the rest of the team, minus Cap and his wingmen, currently on their way back from an extended mission.

Tony wasn't absent in your life, though he wasn't really present either. You were a surprise after a one-night stand with a pretty face changed his life.

Your mother was a nursing student, waiting tables at night. She enjoyed that most nights were quiet enough to sneak in studies. At least they were until an extremely intoxicated Tony Stark stumbled into her diner seeking shelter from the rain, cover from the paparazzi, and a burger with a side of fries to soak up the alcohol.

You could call it love at first sight since he stopped in every night after until she finally agreed to a date. Your mother knew he was a playboy, nothing near marriage material when they met, yet, a girl could dream. Maybe she might be the one to change his ways. She quickly learned how much the man needed to grow up, and those fantasies soon died, but not before she was pregnant with you.

Though your mother refused to jump into a relationship because of one hurdle, which Tony had been slightly relieved to hear, she accepted his need to be a part of your life. No way would she deny that from either of you. He had been nothing but wonderful to her from the moment they met. He was simply not the right fit at this time, and if they would never be anything more than co-parents, she could not have asked for a better partner in raising you.

Of course, Tony being the man he is, tried to pay for her schooling, debts, and even rent when she found her dream space, for a steal, in the heart of Soho. She would never know it was all his doing. He had bought the brand-new building originally advertised as potential office space, had the interior quickly remodelled, and slipped a flyer into one of her books. He even personally screened each and every one of her neighbours and kept the best unit open, denying all who applied until he saw her name on the list.

She rejected his help in her personal finances, though when it came to you, she planned to do everything 50/50. Naturally, he completely squashed that plan, whether it was pettiness or pride, the moment you took your first breath, he was there 100% for you. He covered medical and dental, paid for the finest education, and spoiled you with toys, clothes and whatever else he could think of, despite your mother's objections over lack of space. His presence in your life wasn't just money; he wanted to be there for every school play, graduation, and birthday, even if it meant sending Happy with a camcorder when he was otherwise engaged. He saved all the videos of every milestone, your art projects, and pictures as you grew up.

When it came to college, he set you up with your own downtown apartment in Vancouver, Canada, after receiving a scholarship to one of the top film schools. {Which you turned down so they could offer it to someone in need and kept that little secret between you and your father.} You graduated after a two-year program and chose to continue your education at Stanford. Tony happily helped you relocate. He was so proud of you for going after what you wanted and knocking it out of the park by getting into another top school. He paid the tuition in full and even bought you a car, despite telling him you could take transit if needed. I mean, you did live within walking distance of campus. Anyway, the years flew by, and you graduated with a major in astrophysics and made your way back home to NYC, where you picked up a job as a barista, refusing any more handouts while searching for a more permanent job that fit either of your studies without your father's influence. You wanted to prove you could make it on your own.

After the attack on New York, Tony started rethinking everything. He wanted to keep you safe, which meant protecting the world from more attacks. Maybe he would convince you to work in Stark Tower or a new building he could have built overnight. He also began re-evaluating his current relationship with your mother. Was there hope to rekindle what could have been? A near-death experience will do that to a man. He was finally ready to quit his partying ways and take things more seriously, and all of this over Shawarma with the team.

As he flew over Washington Square Park down Broadway, he could already see the dark clouds of smoke filling Soho. Sirens of fire rescue ring out as people run for safety, shouting about an explosion, bombs, and aliens. Stark makes it through the thick smoke and fights through the flames of your mother's building, searching desperately for her. He finds her in the bathtub, covered in a wet towel, choking on the smoke. Against Friday's advice, Tony removes his suit, places her inside, and sends her out the window.

He scrambles back through the apartment to find the entrance blocked by debris. He searches blindly for the window to the fire escape and breaks out, basically falling down the steps as he scrambles to his escape. As he drops the last couple of feet to the pavement below the fire escape ladder, he searches the street filled with emergency vehicles and first responders. He spots your mother on a gurney receiving oxygen, climbs to his feet and hurries over with a faint limp. The EMT nursing her burns gives him a grim look. “We have to transport her immediately. It doesn’t look good.”

“Well, what’s the holdup?” Tony helps load the gurney and climbs in, taking her hand in his. “Hey, sweetheart. We’re going to get you help, okay? You are so strong! Just hold on a little longer, for our daughter; for me. I love you.” He brushes her hair with his hand and kisses her forehead softly.

“Tony?” She pulls her oxygen mask down to speak. “Take care of our girl,” she breaks into a coughing fit, and the EMT jumps into action, pushing Tony aside to suction mucus and intubate. Tony watches on, eyes filling with tears, feeling helpless as the mother of his daughter, the woman he loves, fights to breathe. The EMT keeps an eye on all the monitors as he pumps air manually into her lungs. When the heart monitor flat lines, Tony feels his own heart stop. He can’t seem to breathe, there's a ringing in his ears. The EMT yells at Tony to take over so he can start compressions.

After your mother’s funeral, you distanced yourself. Tony figured it was probably for the best. How could he keep you safe if his enemies ever figured out who you were to him? The building you grew up in had only been a target as it was a property owned by Stark.

Unfortunately, some enemies were closer than he realized. They knew of you and your mother and why her death hit him so hard that even those closest to him struggled to keep him sober. You were grateful he had Pepper when you disappeared while he was still mourning. However, you didn’t know it until Cap carried your limp body from a room he had seen before, a replica of one he dragged his best friend from before losing him on a mission. He blamed himself for years after for roping Bucky back into the fight. Learning what really happened when they were reunited did nothing for the guilt.

Once Tony finished clearing the building and made it on the jet, you told him you did not want to go home or to the tower, expressing your fear those who took you would know that is where you would be. You needed space and time. Tony understood that, yet his need to keep you safe outweighed everything else. He settled you into a room at the new compound, freshly reconstructed from the old Stark Industries warehouses. You witnessed the evolving relationship between Tony and Pepper as Stark Tower was gradually moved into the new facility before the Avengers would call it home. You loved the impact Pepper had on your father, and seeing him in this new light, taking on more responsibilities, with a newfound passion for his work and the positive changes saving people had created in his demeanour.

It was possible his over joyous personality was in reaction to finally having you home after being gone for three years and presumed dead right after losing your mother. You hated to ruin it, yet you failed to feel comfortable enough to speak about what you went through to anyone, not a therapist, Happy, or your father, who used to be one of your best friends, other than your mother. Ultimately, you decided to distance yourself further from this new life he had built. Whether it was the fear of falling victim again to one of his enemies or just the space and time you needed; without Tony encroaching. He gave you what you needed and set you up in a cabin in the countryside of upstate New York. Naturally, the whole proximity was wired with motion sensors and hidden cameras and had a few suits as security measures stowed in the garage.

Tony still popped in occasionally to catch you up on Avenger gossip, including the falling out with Steve, who you kept in touch with over text. You understood both sides, though if you were to choose whose back you would have, it would be the man used as a weapon, held hostage and tortured for years.

They were unprepared to lose you again so soon when Thanos snapped away everything he fought mercilessly to defend. Though, Tony wouldn't know for sure if you had been victim to the snap for nearly a month after. So when he finally got you back, he promised to hold on tight. You had a new sister and finally sat down to thank Pepper for being there for your father and being just what he needed to keep going all these years.

You all stayed together in the cabin, though you migrated to the studio above the garage, where you often escaped to craft dreamcatchers; a craft you learned in your early childhood from your mother who had learned from her mother. Your studio sessions started with one for yourself when you struggled to sleep before the snap, and another for Tony, when he opened up about his anxiety after you returned. Then one for Morgan, when you caught her admiring one hung in a studio window. One your mother crafted, kept safe in your Chelsea apartment when the fire wiped away everything, pictures, baby clothes, art, report cards, your mother's memories of a life before you, and dreamcatchers she made every year of your life; even the ones you crafted alongside her. After a short conversation with Pepper over tea under the stars, in which she complimented the beauty of your dream catchers and what a shame it was that more people couldn't enjoy them, you made over two dozen more for a farmer’s market.

Tony popped into the studio for his daily chit-chat, wandering the room and appreciating the collection of dreamcatchers hanging all over. “Word on the street is the Capsicle is planning on jumping ship again after this mission.” You had been the one to convince him to stay when no one else could, not even his best friend. Though you had your suspicions, he never really tried, and you planned to ask him when you finally met him.

Now you are sitting in the Avengers compound, getting to know the team and waiting on the man of the hour. Except when he finally walks in with his team, your attention falls to the brunette on his flank. Something about him seemed so familiar, his face, those eyes, that walk. Had you seen it all somewhere before? I mean, you knew of the man from stories and history lessons. In more recent years, the news and Tony's personal ghost stories. Also, Steve had come to visit, the only Avenger who knew of your existence, and of course, he shared a few memories from both the past and present of Sergeant Barnes. He said Tony might be a little indifferent, less sympathetic than he should be, considering their history. He only wanted to give you a chance to hear how he saw him, and when the day came, you could form your own opinion.

As far as first impressions go, he has yet to say hi, and you are drooling over this God of a man. Nope, no, down girl! You take a moment to glance around the room, hoping no one noticed your internal freak out just then. When your eyes return to James, he freezes. He looks at his friend for help, but Steve obliviously continues on as Bucky searches for an escape. He swallows, eyes falling to the floor as he backs away, glancing up with sad eyes once more before turning back the way he came. What the hell was that? “Y/N, I’m sorry about the outfit. I wanted to come and say hi as soon as we touched down. This is Sam.”

Sam smiles flirtatiously, takes your hand, and bows to kiss it. “Down, birdman! That’s Stark’s daughter.” Banner warns.

Sam backs away, hands up in surrender as Tony stares him down. You smile politely and look back to the empty hall. “I was only saying, hi. Besides, I think Cap’s already called dibs with how much he gushes over her.”

“You realize I’m right here.” Stark questions Sam, who immediately mimes zipping his mouth closed and tossing away an invisible key.

“I’m sorry about him. He was raised in a different time.” You turn back to find Steve giving you a shy smile. “And what he said, I never—”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it, Steve.” Your eyes move to the hall again.

“Oh, and this is…” Steve finally realizes Bucky is no longer with them. “Well, if you saw him, that was Bucky. I promise he is the sweetest person you will ever meet. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Not even his own face.” Steve shoots Sam a look. “You know what I'm talking about. That staring thing he does. Where it looks like he wants to kill you.” He turns to the others in the room as he searches for backup, quickly finding it as Nat shrugs and nods back. Steve gives them both a look of disapproval.

"Alright, that's enough. You're going to kill Grandpa.” Tony jokes as he pushes through the group to meet Scott and his tray of milkshakes. “The burgers?”

“Almost done, Mr. Stark. Thanks again for inviting me.” Scott sets the tray on the coffee table and rushes back to the kitchen, wiping his hands on his frilly apron.

"Was that Ant-Man?" You ask in confusion.

"Don't worry, he's getting paid." Tony looks over at Banner and shakes his head.

"Dad?!"

"The point is, he is enjoying himself, and he offered."

After the brief intros, Sam and Steve excused themselves to unload the jet, write their mission reports and freshen up before dinner. When they returned, Bucky was still nowhere to be seen. “Don’t take it personally. He gets in these grumpy old man moods after missions. You’ll meet him soon.” Nat settles in next to you before Steve has a chance.

“I’m not –”

“You were obviously keeping an eye out for Barnes. It's totally fine. You should know he and Sam are in your wing.” You turn quickly, brows furrowed. “It used to be Steve, Clint and myself and one empty room. Well, not empty. It was decorated and off limits, and now we know why.”

“Where did you go?”

“Clint’s not here as often as he used to be, so when Sam joined, he moved to one of the loft spaces on the upper floors. Then we found Barnes, and I gave up my space when he moved in, thought it would be an easier transition after everything.”

You stayed up as long as you could with everyone, but you were pretty tired after a long day of driving, and the anxiety of just being back in the city was exhausting. You slipped out of the room as everyone watched their second movie of the night after dinner and wandered the halls.

As you approached your room, a terrifying sound had you spinning fast and your most traumatic memories flooding back. Memories you had repressed. It was an all too familiar scream. One filled with anguish and fear. You stood frozen against the wall next to your room, staring wide-eyed at the door across from yours. The screams echoed in your memory as they faded in reality and turned into soft whimpers. You felt your trembling legs step forward before you could stop yourself. You took a deep breath and leaned gently against the door, listening.

You heard shuffling and then footsteps, pacing back and forth and suddenly growing louder as they came closer. You scrambled back and tried to flee into the safety of your room, but your back hit the wall again, and you stared up at Bucky as he stepped into the hallway. The much smaller than you remembered a second ago, hallway. “Sorry."

"I didn’t mean to scare you.” His eyes avoid yours as he escapes to the common area down the hall with his head hanging low. You hear the kitchen sink turn on and water filling a glass. Your heart rate finally returns to normal, as you let out the breath you had been holding. You scold yourself and turn to your room, dragging yourself to bed.

The following weeks went on with Bucky avoiding you while you continued to get to know the team. Your sleep schedule was thrown off completely, waking each night to Bucky's screams, mind racing with your own traumas while wanting so desperately to reach out and comfort him. You never did, of course, instead, you kept your distance and gave him his space. When you woke in the middle of the night, you turned to your dreamcatchers.

Meanwhile, for the ex-assassin, most nights were filled with cold showers and sitting alone in the dark with his thoughts, shivering; like he was punishing himself. Other nights, he would find himself in the training room, lifting weights and doing pull-ups until his muscles screamed. And some nights, Steve would keep him company and remind him there was no way he would have done any of the things Hydra made him do without being tortured and lied to. It wasn’t really what he wanted to hear or could even believe, no matter how many times anyone told him. Those nights usually ended with an early morning run.

He still remembers his years with Hydra vividly, the terrified cries and screams, titanium wrapped tightly around innocent throats, lifeless eyes, blood, so much blood, fire, gunshots, explosions. He was hyperventilating when you walked into the common area. Having a full-on panic attack as he stared at his hands, shaking, and mumbling, “It was still me. It was still me. It was still me.”

“Bucky?” You approach him slowly, unsure if you were being cautious for his sake or yours. You clear your throat, ”James?”

He freezes slightly, eyes watching from the corner, trained on your feet as you round the couch. He presses his back further into the sofa behind him, hands gripping the floor beneath him for purchase.

You pause at the corner, looking down at the broken man on the floor. “I am James Buchanan Barnes. Sergeant with the 107th, 32557038. I am James Buchanan Barnes.” You slowly kneel next to him. His rambling fades lower. “3255…” His eyes dart to you and back at the floor. “70…” You scoot a little closer. “38.” He wills himself to look at you. “I’m sorry,” his whisper comes out shaky, eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry.” You shake your head and pull him into a tight hug. He clutches onto your shirt and cries into your chest. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” You rub his back.

“They made me take you.”

You brush your fingers through his hair. “I know.”

He pulls away to look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You wipe his tears. “I forgive you.” He breaks again, this time though, it is relief that fills his eyes before he buries it back into your shoulder and holds onto you for dear life. He cries himself to sleep, and you continue to hold on, leaning your cheek on the top of his head.

Sam and Steve enter the kitchen in need of water, Sam panting as he downs his glass. Steve smiles at his friend as he leisurely sips his own. Steve opens his mouth to poke fun at Sam’s endurance when a deep sleep-filled breath grabs their attention. “I got him, I’m sure you need a moment to catch your breath,” Sam says sarcastically and sets his glass in the sink before crossing to the living area.

Steve lets out a soft chuckle. “I could use a shower,” he shrugs.

“Steve.” Sam stares down at the two of you still wrapped in each other’s arms, though you are now snuggled into Bucky's chest as he leans into the corner of the sectional, protectively holding onto you. “Sorry, man,” Sam apologizes to Steve as he joins him.

"It's like our childhood all over again."

"Maybe there's a reasonable explanation for this."

"Either way, Tony's not going to like it," Steve says with a shake of his head.

"Not going to like what?" It comes out in a raspy whisper as you stretch and look back at the men over your shoulder. They stand in shock, unsure how to proceed. You look around, realizing where you are and then look at the man beneath you. "Oh, right." You quickly get up, "Let's just not tell Tony." You push past both men as you make a mad dash for your room, hiding your face as it burns with embarrassment.

Bucky startles awake with the slam of your door. He lets out an exasperated sigh as he climbs to his feet, “I’m not going for a run.”

“Neither are we.” They keep a close eye on him as he crosses to the kitchen.

“You know I could have killed you, standing over a guy as he sleeps, lucky I wasn't armed," he mumbles. "What’s wrong with you?” He grumbles as he grabs himself a protein bar from the cupboard.

“I have the same question for you. Your best friend pines over a girl for years, and we find you wrapped up in an embrace, sleeping with the woman of his dreams out in the open.” 

“Seriously?” Steve stares at Sam like he revealed his deepest secret.

“It’s not like she’s in the room, man.”

“We’re not sleeping together, and it wasn’t a romantic embrace or any other kind of embrace. We were... She--" He lets out a frustrated groan. "Never mind, you wouldn’t understand.” Bucky exits the room before they can say anything more.

Sam turns to Steve, still staring at him. “What?! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Maybe we read into it.” 

The following night Steve woke with Bucky, and instead of sitting with him in the living room, he suggested they hit the gym.

You turned to your dream catchers, the newest wrapped in black suede, weaved with black sinew and gold beads. It was time to add feathers, and you couldn’t decide if you should add navy blue and red or even gold to the bunch of black feathers you had already carefully selected.

“I can’t do this anymore. I need a shower.” Bucky turns to leave.

“Come on, Buck.”

“No, you want to talk, let's talk. Stop pretending this is anything more than that.” 

“Bucky, I’m just trying to help.”

"No, you're upset with what you saw yesterday and I know, I heard you and Sam talking, if Tony would have walked in, I wouldn't have woken up." He grabs a towel from the bench. “Maybe it would have been for the best. None of this changes anything.” He storms out and returns to his room, though just as he steps into the hallway, he is hit with a fond memory. One of hardly any he has of his time with Hydra, he leans into the memory, drawn closer to your soft, melodic humming.

You lay on your back in the tall grass, watching a meteor shower. “You know you’ll get in trouble if they find out.”

“Their torture is better than hearing you go on and on for weeks on end about a bunch of stardust,” he grumbles from his perch behind you on the back of a quad. Successfully masking the fact he enjoyed your company and the show in the sky.

“That’s not true,” you whisper, “you forget they have me observe and—” You sit up, hugging yourself. “I know you have nightmares.”

He snaps a branch he had been absentmindedly fiddling with. “We should head back.”

You quickly turn around on your knees, “No, please. I don’t want to go back, not yet.” You spot the discarded branch and pick it up. “I can make you something. It will help with your nightmares.” Your chin quivers as you fight to hold back your tears.

He checks over his shoulder, sighing heavily when he turns back and gives you a quick nod.

You take the lantern next to Bucky and comb the beach for materials, Bucky sticking close to your side. You find plenty of feathers scattered along the pebbles and grass. You kneel on the ground in your tattered skirt, wincing as the varying rocks and debris dig into your skin. “What are you doing?” You look up, studying the man above you for a moment, and then you return to the pebbles, “I need one last thing. Do you see these bits of colour? It’s sea glass. I love these pretty blue ones, my favourite colour.” You hold up a small piece of glass the same colour as his eyes.

He catches the blush tinting your cheeks before you can hide your face and kneels beside you on one knee. “How many do you need?”

“I need one red one, but it has to be at least this big.” You hold up your thumb and forefinger about the size of a dime. “It’s the most important piece.” Bucky sweeps a hand through the pebbles and helps you search. “You keep looking, I’ll get this started.” You tuck the feathers into your sleeve as you pick at a loose thread on your skirt. In spite of your careful movements, the thread breaks, and yet you continue to collect more. When you finally gathered what you needed, there was a wide slit into your skirt. You knot the ends together, blow out the candle in the lantern, and dip the material into the wax.

“Are you done?” Bucky feigns annoyance as he relights the lantern and moves it closer to himself, a safe distance from you.

You let out a quiet giggle. “Two questions, do you trust me? And can I borrow a couple of things?” You cautiously reach for the tact knife on his thigh. Bucky eyes your hand and readjusts his position, pushing his thigh into your palm as he rakes his fingers through the pebbles again, seeking a suitable piece of sea glass. “I don’t understand why you need all of these straps,” you take hold of one of the offending straps on his tact suit and bring up the knife. You look at him for consent. His jaw clenches as he gives you the same quick nod he did when he agreed to stay longer. Watching you from the corner of his eye as you gently cut through the leather strap and unfasten the other end. “I need one more.” He gives you better access and you repeat your actions as he returns to his search. When you finish with his knife, you place it back in the sheath and gather all your materials.

You wander back to your spot in the grass, humming a tune and get to work. Picking up the discarded branches, you braid them, form a circle, and tie the ends together with the waxed thread. You wrap the branches with the leather straps and begin to weave a web within the circle of wrapped branches with the waxed thread already attached. Bucky makes his way back to you, keeping quiet so as not to disturb you. “Did you find it?” He holds out a perfect piece of sea glass, larger than a dime, maybe even a nickel. Your smile fills him with warmth, and he struggles to hide the twitch of his lip. You'll never know he found plenty of red bits that he deemed unsuitable. Whatever piece he found needed to be perfect, like you in his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he stands and returns to his perch on the back of the quad, taking out his tact knife to pass the time. You wrap the sea glass into the final weaves, knotting the end in the web and securing the sea glass a little more until you run out of thread. You let out a huff as you hold out the dream catcher. “It’s not the greatest, but, it should do.”

Bucky takes the dream catcher, admiring the finished product. “What do I do with it?”

“Smuggle it back in and hang it by your bed.”

“They won’t let me keep it.”

“Hide it under your pillow?” You shrug.

 “What about here?” He opens his jacket and tucks the dreamcatcher close to his heart.

“Well, I guess the straps are good for something.” You smirk.

“You can come inside if you like.” You heard him, thought he would return to his room, but his footsteps slowed and altogether stopped between your rooms.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“You’re not.”

“Did you make all these?” You nod. “Gorgeous.” His fingers brush the feathers attached to one of the dream catchers. “Softer than mine.”

“You remember it?”

“It gave me hope,” he moved to your bed and sat down. “When I helped you escape, left you at that facility,” he swallows a lump in his throat. “They stripped me down to wipe me, found it in my gear. They took it and burned it in front of me.” His eyes filled with tears. “I used to look at it every night. Hid it under my pillow, like you said. Carried it with me everywhere.”

“Did it help?”

He nods. "It reminded me of you. A bright light in all that darkness.”

You turn back to your desk, pick up the dream catcher you were working on, and join Bucky on the end of your bed. ”I didn’t think you made it out of there with the other.” You hand him the new dream catcher, inspired by his new arm, the black and navy-blue feathers hung with gold sinew and red beads to tie in his new tact suit. “And you can actually hang this one without fear of anyone confiscating it.”

The tears fall freely as he accepts the gift. He tries to give you a smile, sniffles and wipes away the tears with the back of his hand. “Thank you.”

You pull him in for a hug. “I can make you a small one for your keys that you can carry everywhere.”

“I won’t need it, I’ve got you.”

“Do you now?”

“I’ve also got this.” He removes a small object from his pocket, the sea glass he found. He takes your hand and places it inside. “It’s not blue.”

“This one is more special. You found it.”

"For you."

You turn the glass over in your hand. "Did you know that penguins search for the perfect pebble to gift to their love?" You turn to kiss him softly, you meant to aim for his cheek, and he looked up last minute. When you pull away, he follows and deepens the kiss.

Steve lifts his hand to knock on your door, pausing when a soft moan escapes your lips. “James.” His heart breaks as he tears himself away from your door. I guess his best friend is willing to risk it all for you, and this moment is what solidifies his choice to go back in time.

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Naps

summary ~ You are Bucky Barnes’s teenage daughter. Due to anxiety and other mental health issues you take medication which often have side affects

You and your dad escaped from HYDRA when you were 7 years old. Once Steve found Bucky he welcomed you and your dad into the compound. Bucky went to Wakanda so that he was no longer the winter soldier and then became an avenger. Once you were old enough Tony and Steve gave you a spot on the team as you had powers and good fighting techniques.

However, Bruce diagnosed you with several things when you 7 which included PTSD, anxiety, separation anxiety, some anger issues and some form of OCD. When you turned 14 Bruce gave you medication which often helped but had side affects which included feeling sleepy, throwing up, dizziness and more. But your dad and all the other avengers understood and always tried to help you.

It was a Saturday afternoon, you and Natasha were in the gym practicing some fighting. “You did really well today I’m very impressed.” You smiled at her praise. You loved Natasha as you always saw her as a mother figure and she understood what you went through.

You and Natasha make your way to the living room where Steve, Sam and Bucky were talking. “Hey baby how was training.” Bucky says to you while you sit down next to him. “Yeah it was good we were just practicing.” Sam looks at his phone and gives Bucky a look to say that it’s time for your medication and nap. You glance over and see the look and try to get out of it.

“I’m going to have a shower I’ll come down later.” You nearly got away with it until Bucky softly grabbed your wrists and sat you back down on the sofa. “Not so fast before you can do anything you need to take your meds and have a nap.” You groan “Please dad I hate the meds they make me feel sick and tired.” Sam and Steve give you a sad look “Y / N we understand that you don’t like them but they really do help you.”

You roll your eyes “You guys don’t have to take them I do and I’m not a baby I don’t need naps.” Bucky gives you a stern look “Your taking them either way and you’re having a nap because usually you get cranky and then lash out.” You all sit there in silence until Steve speaks up “I’ll make a deal with you. You take the meds have a nap and you can come on the mission with me and Clint tomorrow okay?” You really did want to go on the mission but you didn’t want to take the meds.

“Isn’t there another way I don’t want to take the meds.” Bucky signs sadly knowing you wouldn’t have to take them if it wasn’t for HYDRA. “Baby doll look at me, I get that you don’t want to take them and I know you hate the side affects but they help you and last time you didn’t take the meds hell broke loose and I don’t want that to happen again because you really hurt yourself.” Sam then joins in “We just want you to be safe, we all care and love you.” Steve nods in agreement.

“I’ll take them.” Bucky mouthes a thank you to Steve and Sam while he goes into the locked cabinet to get your meds. Steve and Sam walk you to your room and wait for Bucky to come up. “We will see you in a little bit okay kiddo?” You smile at Steve and Sam and say thank you. Bucky waits outside while you get changed and do what you need to do. You then unlock the door so he can come in.

“Take one at a time and open your mouth so that I know you have taken them okay?” You nod and take one of the pills. You hesitate for a minute but you dad whispers sweet nothings to calm you down. You took the pill and then the others. Your dad could see you getting more and more sleepy so he lays you down and tucks you in. “Please don’t leave me.” Bucky slowly gets in the other sides and puts your head on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere baby I’m right here.” He kisses your head and then falls asleep beside you.

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THE PAINKILLER

THE PAINKILLER IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

THE PAINKILLER. Info. THE PAINKILLER: CHAPTER ONE THE PAINKILLER THE PAINKILLER: CHAPTER TWO your too flattering. THE PAINKILLER: CHAPTER THREE wedding day. THE PAINKILLER: CHAPTER FOUR spider-man.

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Natasha sat in her room quietly, only looking at a small blue cameo necklace that was given to her. The only thing she had left of the only person who ever genuinely cared for her.

DATE: UNKNOWN

YEAR: 2000

"Faster Natalia!" Chanted the Winter Soldier as the Painkiller and the Young Widow were sparring. Natalia nodded and tired going faster but The Painkiller swiftly kicked her feet.

The young woman groans and rolled over, earning a soft chuckle from the two assets.

"Little one, get up." The painkiller chuckled and grabbed the girls arms and stood her up. The Winter Soldier looked around and removed his mask, yes, his brain is foggy at the moment but he still vaguely remembers the Painkiller.

The Painkiller did the same and puts her mask on a bench then goes back to Natalia to help wrap her ankle.

"Painkiller..?" The young girl asked timidly, she had something on her mind.

"Yes, little one?" The woman looked at at Natalia, her green eyes looking into her own Y/e/c.

"Do...Do you remember anything from your past? Besides Winter Soldier?" The Painkiller paused then shakes her head.

"I barley even remember him and same thing for he." The Winter Soldier nodded and walked over, the dark black and red mats squeaked under his steps.

He sat down next to her and helped her with taking care of the young Natalia and said in a soft, and delicate voice.

"Even if we don't remember how we know each other, are who we are... I am still thankful that I have you." He turned to her and smiled softly then looked back up at Natalia.

"To answer your question, no, we don't." Natalia nodded and looked at her now bandaged ankle, then the Painkiller sat down next to her and the Winter Soldier on her other side.

This was the only time, the one and only time she ever felt cared for. From two brainwashed assassins, who trained her.

The young Natalia leans her head on the Winter Solider's shoulder and closes her eyes as she felt the Painkiller put her feet on her lap.

'Is this how a family is supposed to be?' The young assassin thought to herself as she felt sleep pulling her, while she was half asleep she felt the Painkiller put a beautiful blue cameo necklace in her hands and the Winter soldier gently rubbing her head with his flesh hand.

"I promise little one, when we must leave, we will find you..." She heard the Winter Soldier whisper as he kissed her forehead.

She was too exhausted to even question, she felt the man pick her up and take her to the room. Madame B walked in and the Painkiller hid the necklace she had in her hand with a small note, the young girls handler strapped her to her bed and walked out of the room.

The female assassin puts the necklace and note on the dresser and kisses the teen girls forehead and whispers.

"Thank you, Natalia."

And the two assassins walked out, to never be seen again.

"Good job, little one. We are sorry we can't be with you anymore. But know that we are so proud of you. And embrace both Natalia and Natasha. And whenever you need comfort, wear the necklace and you will have a part of us with you." -Painkiller and Winter Soldier.

Natasha sat on her bed at the compound as she looked at the beautiful necklace that the Painkiller had given her, the blue background and the beautiful and delicate woman that was carved into it.

It truly was beautiful.

She felt the smooth and cold metal of the chain and the frame, then the carving of the actual necklace.

She shut her eyes tightly as she tried to remember the woman's face. But she couldn't, all she could imagine in her brain was her figure and a blurred face.

Hot tears welled in her eyes. She quickly got up and walked to the bathroom and splashed ice cold water on her face.

When she looked up at the mirror, all she could see was a blur from the tears.

She couldn't stop. The guilt she felt. She just can't stop crying the silent tears.

She was the reason they got pulled away, all because she wanted solace from the hell hole that was her home.

All because she was selfish.

After a few minutes of silence, she heard Steve walking in. His normally happy face was replace with one of horror and shock.

She walked out and sat down next to him, cuddling into his side as she asked softly.

"Steve? You alright?"

He shakes his head and puts his head on top of hers, her red hair tickling him lightly.

"I mean, if finding out that your best friend that died in the 40's is still alive and looking like this is alright, then yeah." He said tiredly, yet sassily as he kissed her forehead and she sat up, her green eyes wide with shock.

"Huh?"

Steve sighed and looked at her, fully turning his body to hers.

"I was talking to Bucky, and he said while he was out in Norway, the woman after him was her..."

He mumbled sadly and rubbed his temples.

"She went by the 'Painkiller' or something..."

Natasha quickly stood up and turned to him, her eyes watering once more.

'You shouldn't be crying over this stupid thing.' She thought to herself but she just whispered.

"Painkiller..."

Steve knew that whatever this was, who she was, she knew her. But he said nothing and hugged his girlfriend.

She gripped into his shirt as hot tears poured from her soft green eyes. He could feel the wet tears but he just held her and comforted her, he kisses her cheek and wrapped his large arms around her figure.

"Hey...it's alright..." he muttered softly and she just cried silently. She looked up and said.

"I thought she died..." she mumbled and Steve sighed and kissed her forehead.

"We know very little, but with the information that Bucky has and if you know her we can find this mysterious woman out."

Y/n got into the small apartment that she somehow rented out in Queens. Her son was peacefully sleeping on the couch as she was in the middle of the living room on her computer.

She was trying to find any information on Natalia, but, she trained her well so she can't find anything.

Good for her, not for Y/n.

But, she found information on her lover. Steve Rodgers, a man whose name sounds way to familiar...

May 21st, 1936.

Bucky had his hair slicked back, and was freshly shaved as he wore his nice suit, Y/n had  a plain navy blue dress and Steve wore his only suit.

Bucky and Y/n were trailing behind Steve, walking with him to his apartment. 

Bucky sighed then started talking.

"We looked for you after..." He started and Y/n turned over to him.

"My folks wanted to give a ride at the cemetery." Steve sighed and said softly.

"I know I'm sorry...I just kinda wanted to be alone." He responded and walked up the stairs to his small apartment. 

"How was it?" Bucky questioned as he walked up to steps, not looking at Steve but rather his door.

"It was okay..." He started, his voice had a fake strength to it, trying not to show his two best friends how absolutely destroyed he was.

"She's next to dad" He finished and kept his head low, still walking.

"I was gonna ask," Bucky started as Steve fixed his hair and sighed as they got to his door. 

"I know what your gonna say, Buck." He put his hand in his pocket.

"You can put the couch cushions on the floor like when you, me and Y/n where kids." Bucky added, both him and Y/n looking at Steve as he tried to find his keys.

"It'll be fun, all ya' gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash." He sassed, both sassy yet truthful about the trash. He turned around and Steve was still looking for his keys, looking inside his coat, his pants.

Y/n looked down at the brick and kneels down to move it and grabbed his key. She handed it to Bucky and he handed it to Steve.

"C'mon." He said softly and Steve took the key, putting it in his pocket.

It takes him a second to say anything, but he just mumbled.

"Thank you, Buck. But I can get by on my own." 

"The thing is, you don't have to." He said tenderly and puts his right hand on his left shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "Me 'n Y/n? We are with you till the end of the line, pal." He said comforting, yet firmly and Y/n smiles, walking up to them as Steve smiled lightly.

She crossed her arms over her chest and chuckles.

"We ain't goin' anywhere Mr." She sassed and the two men chuckle. 

"Your a stubborn ass." Steve chuckled and unlocked his apartment, going inside then looked at the two.

"You sure you wanna sleep on the couch cushions?"

Y/n got back to reality as the memory played in her head.

It was the man she hunted down...Buck? That was an odd name, yet it felt so familiar...

She  blinked a few times and sighed, she looked at her sleeping son and stood up and sat down next to him on the couch, placing a delicate hand on his tiny head. She ranked her hand through his soft locks of chocolate brown hair, the freckles he had that danced on his soft skin.

He was her baby, she loved him so much she hurt. She loved him with every damn Adamantium coated bone in her body. 

She kissed his head softly and carried him to his bedroom.

A few hours passed, it was the middle of the night and Y/n was walking the streets of Queens, it had just rained a. hour or so ago. The smell of wet concrete, the heavy air, it all was relxing as she walked alone in the dark streets.

She heard what sounded like...it was an odd sound, like someone was shooting something out of their body.

"Hey lady watch out!-" A younger, teen voice yelled out and she turned around and saw what looked like a man in a red, blue and black suit. He had a spider on his chest and waht looked like webs on his suit.

She looked and saw several men running up with guns, so, she unsheathed her metal spikes and engaged in combat.

"Hey Mr. Stark? Some crazy lady with metal claws is attacking the agents- HOLY SHIT-" The Spider-Man yelled as one of the men she was attacking, she threw at the wall that the teen was perched on.

"Did you say metal claws?" Tony asked the kid through the radio, and Y/n turned around once all the men were knocked out, bleeding heavily.

"Uh...She is staring at me- HOLY CRAP IT'S THE DAUGHTER OF WOLVERINE!!." The teen landed and took his mask off, showing an adorable, and cute teen boy. 

He had chocolate brown hair and warm brown eyes.

"Holy guacamole. Y/n Howlett..." She raised her eyebrows and unsheathed her metal spikes.

"How do..." She started but he cut her off.

"Your practically famous! The wife of Mr. Barnes, the most bad ass woman alive!" He said, while clearly fan-boying. 

'Wife? I was...A wife?' She thought to herself and she asked.

"Wait...If you know who I am, then who am I?" She asked as she stepped to him, he tilted his head curiously and asked.

"You...Want me to tell you who you are?"

She chuckles and nodded.

"After what, 72 years of brainwashing I don't exactly remember who I am." She smiles gently, a motherly smile.

His mouth dropped but he quickly shut it and nodded excitedly. 

"Oh my god! Yeah of course Mrs Howlett!" He squeaked and she chuckles and patted his shoulder.

"Whats your name, kid?" 

His face glowed and he smiles brightly.

"P-Peter Parker ma'am!" He squealed and she smiled and shakes her head.

"Just call me Y/n, kid." 

He nodded and puts his face mask on, and said through the mask.

"Okay! Lets go to the compound." She nodded and added.

"I need to get my son, you mind waiting?" He nodded and they started walking to her small apartment. He looked around and saw how plain it was.

"Did you just move in?" Peter asked and she nodded.

"Today." She answered and he nodded as she grabbed her sleeping son, and they walked out to her bike.

"C'mon kiddo." She smiled and Peter nodded as he got behind her.

He felt an odd connection already, and so did she. Like she was his mom, but he knew it wasn't possible since she was brainwashed.

But he felt...comfortable with the 100 year old woman.

But he wouldn't say it. Not at all.

She started driving, her son still somehow still asleep. He gave the directions to the compound and once they got they she sighed and looked at the giant building, it was several floors and several buildings.

There was the primary living quarters, training, workout, and weapon buildings. Some being larger then others, but it was still a masterpiece nonetheless.

She got off her bike and so did Peter. He removed his mask and they walked into the building. At this point it's 2 AM and everyone is asleep, except for the three that just walked in and one specific Super Soldier...

"Welcome to the Compound!" Peter smiles brightly as they walked to his room and he gave a small tour on the way. They got in his room and it was decked out in Star Wars...whatever that was.

"So, you want the full story?" Peter asked and she nodded as she laid Killian down on his bed and sat down.

"Okay... You were born Jun 22nd 1917 to James or Logan Howlett. Your mother died during childbirth and there is no record of her currently, you were best friends with James or Bucky Barnes and Steve Rodgers." 

The two names she heard in her memory...

"You and Bucky got married on July 2nd in 1935, and were almost married for ten years..." He paused and saw her deep in thought.

"You two were in the army, and on January 14th, 1945...You, Bucky, and Steve were all on a mission to capture a doctor, Doctor Arnim Zola."

That was all she needed to hear, and her death came back to her.

How she felt the spike go through her body, and how in the distance she saw Bucky fall. But that was all she could remember. 

She couldn't remember the rest that Peter had told her.

She put her hand over her chest and let out a shaky sigh and looked at him and smiled gratefully.

"Thank you, kid. T-That means...A lot." She said shakily and she stood up and pats his shoulder.

"Your a good kid, don't let evil taint your heart." She smiles and looked to her son and Peter said quietly.

"He can sleep on my bed, I can sleep in the living room." 

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, and walked to her son. 

"No, its alright. I can take him home." She smiled gently and Peter shakes his head and said.

"Oh it's okay! Trust me it is a okay!" He smiles and grabbed his clothes, and walked to his bathroom to change and go to bed on a couch.

He had a pure heart, something so rare to find nowadays.

It was the next morning, and the mother son duo were asleep as the other Avengers were in the kitchen eating breakfast.

Peter was quick to notice Natasha's gloomy look and Bucky's mourning look. He sat next to them and smiled.

"You two alright?" The teen asked and the two assassins sighed and nodded with soft smiles.

"We are fine, little spider." Natasha smiles and ruffled his hair gently and Bucky chuckles.

"Yeah kiddo, and plus, are problems aren't yours to deal with. Don't you have puberty to worry about?" He said sarcastically and Peter rolled his eyes, and Tony started cackling.

"O-Oh Peter he got you good!" He wheezed out and Peter scoffed, his face red with embarrassment.

"Oh shut up..."

After breakfast, Y/n and her son were trying to sneak out. Her son was still asleep, and right when she got to the exit of the living quarters building, a voice piped up.

"Who the hell are you?"

She turned around, and saw him.

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