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[aya-fay]

Fate bound

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Captain America

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Vampire AU where soulmates watch each other grows up in their dreams until they meet in real life.

Warnings: smut; not protected sex, doubtful consented sex

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For as long as she can remember, Y/N has been having the same dream since she was a little kid. All she could remember out of it was a cold wind that hit her face, the grayish tones of the approaching night and a tall person hiding in the shadows and always waiting for someone.

The first thing Y/N notices about the person hiding in the shadows is that when she comes a little closer and the light of the lantern revealed man’s lips are slowly stretching into a poisonously sad smile. The frantic-predatory gleam of his eyes bewitches and contrary to the call of her wildly pounding heart Y/N takes a step towards the unknown man.

Than everything turns dark and she wakes up.

At the age of 17 Y/N learns that watching the same person every night year after year means that she got a chance to see her destiny. Once Natasha spilled the beans about seeing a pale-skinned, dark-haired boy with a thoughtful look in his eyes ever since she was a little girl. As he grew older, this boy turned into a sweet young man whom she met in a hospital’s lab a couple of months ago. Y/N listens to her intently and feels her breath hitching. The man in her dreams has never been a child or a teenager. Truth be told the man in her dreams has not aged a bit even though plenty of years has gone by.

“Have you…” Natasha easily touches Y/N 's hand, to return her to reality. “Have you seen someone in your dreams?” She asks expectantly.

Y/N casually nods her head and regrets it the moment she has done it. Natasha stops in her spot and stares at Y/N with excitement in her eyes. As Natasha opens her mouth to ask a question, Y/N already sighs inwardly knowing well enough what will be discussed.

“Who is he? Or… is that she? What does they look like? Do I know them?” Natasha suddenly says, peering into puzzled eyes of her friend. Y/N clearly underestimated her friend as she was expecting one question instead of three. She has no answer for any of it anyway.

Y/N smiles gently, straighten the bag on her shoulder and quietly answers. “That is the man for sure. Nat, I don't think I can share anything else until we meet for sure. I don’t want to ruin everything as I always do, you know.”

She looks at her house and notices her father in the yard, who is waving and calling her home. For the first time, Y/N is glad that someone meets her after school. She says goodbye to Natasha and, on her way home, wonders how long she can hide her growing excitement from her shrewd parents.

At twenty-five, Y/N wakes up with a low scream when she hears a stranger calls her name for the first time. She would love to tell that his voice was low, gentle or calm but that was not the case. The man who she saw in her dream was screaming with terror as he was falling into the white abyss devoid of any colors and when he fell he must have lost consciousness as she woke up.

Y/N closed her eyes, listening to the measured breath of the night wind from the window and hopes that next time she dares to ask a stranger for his name. Or at least try to speak to him and she would definitely not want to see this dream again.

When Y/N finally decides to ask her parent about their fateful meeting, she hears the same thing that she heard from Natasha. She tries as casually as possible ask her parents if that is possible for her dream person to not age one bit when she hears the cold stone silence in return. She realizes her mistake only when she sees the worry in the tormented eyes of her parents and notices how her mother’s fingers tremble, barely holding a plate in her hands.

The next day, her mother drags her to the village next to her city to a gorgeous redhead woman dressed in strange attire. Wanda whose name Y/N learned from her mother pulls out an old book from the top shelf of her wooden cabinet and flips through the pages in a hurry and stops when she finds what she was looking for. She returns her gaze to Y/N, looks her up and down, and then sighs and clicks her tongue, uttering a word the Y/N had to process for a few minutes.

Wanda spins around Y/N, waving her hands with red flames, constantly casting spells. The smell of smoke and herbs makes her dizzy and slurred words that sound like a mantra make her heart shrink with fear. Y/N looks at her mother and almost cries. The girl is poorly understands what is going on as Wanda switched to unknown language, but the meaning of the word, which young woman repeats every now and then, bursts into consciousness, echoing. And she suddenly begins to understand who has been chasing her for years in her dreams.

A dead man.

Her fate is a long-gone person. That's why his appearance didn't change. That's why his frightened voice made her blood run cold. The call of the dead signifies the approach of the end. No matter how alluring his face may be, he has neither soul nor heart, and he will destroy her. She has no idea why she thought so, but she was determined not to let herself meet him.

Seeing her determination Wanda came to her, smiled and rubs her hand on girl’ back in circle in a soothing manner.

“Everything is going to be fine.” Wand said with her thick accent. “There is nothing to worry about.”

As soon as Y/N and her mother left Wanda’s house, the shadow took a step forward, looking expectantly at Wanda whose body was immediately doused with a cold. As if she still didn’t get used to face such creatures.

“I guess she is not ready to meet me yet?” a strange vibrating voice sounded around Wanda as if enveloping her in a trance. It sounded as if it came from everywhere, amplifying many times, reflected from the walls and columns

“She is not indeed. I think it’s better to leave her alone for some time, Bucky.” Wanda said fully turning to meet the man whose presence she felt the minute two women came to her house. “If you ever want to lay your hands on her, leave her be for the time being. Human mind is full of surprises and one day she will get used to the idea of your existence.”

“I hope you are right little witch. I hope you are right.” The whisper is lulling, quiet. Bewitching, almost putting Wanda into a trance. Bucky’s breath warms the skin on woman’s neck, where the pulse beats. “Or I will come back and won’t be that friendly to you are any of your family.” Bucky whispers in a menacing tone before disappearing without a trace.

Wanda takes a deep breath, crosses herself as she cleaning up her workplace cursing the confident but lost vampire. She just hopes that girl will be more open-minded than most humans.

Returning home, Y/N mourns over her destiny for a long time. Maybe Y/N is very young, but she understands: the dream of a happy life is buried along with the dead man from her dreams. The image of the mysterious man will remain a reminder that she will never know the same as her loved ones. Her destiny is to live with an unloved person until the end of her days, pretending that he is destined for her.

Falling asleep and waking up without a single hope of meeting such a familiar face of a stranger for several years now, Y/N regrets only one thing. She never got a chance to know man’s name.

Y/N perched at the bar and began to look at the crowd of cheerful young people. Loud beats of a tasteless music pounded in some absolutely incredible octaves, and the drum beats made Y/N's heart beat in a ragged, uneven rhythm.

She kept glancing at the company of drunken young men through her bloody red glass with ice cubes that was slowly melting away. The degree of excitement, both physical and sexual, that night went off scale beyond all conceivable and inconceivable limits. Y/N visited this club a few times prior with her girlfriends, but tonight she felt the need to visit it alone.

So little time passed since her epic break-up with her last boyfriend Justin. She has just turned 30 when he proclaimed that he has met his fate and is going to leave her. Even though she knew that this was going to happen, it hurt. Even if she tried to leave as a normal person which was not too hard to do as her dream man has not visited her dreams for five years now making it much easier to pretend that he did not exist.

She of course forbade herself to think about this asshole, but thoughts like persistent worms dug into her brain and swarm there swarming endlessly. His kisses left a slight bitter taste on girl’s lips and she knew she would not forget the feeling for some time.

Y/N took a small sip of her vigorous cocktail and reached into her purse. Two missed calls from Natasha. She pursued her lips in disgust and turned off her phone because she wanted to relax. She would not say no to a good sex either. She just needs one crazy, passionate and tender night with a stranger to get her mind off her problems. And she knew that this club stirred off all moral principles was exactly what she needed. She didn't want to remember Justin's words, his baseless accusations and completely inappropriate insults. She just wanted to forget everything and get laid.

When she was about to swallow the rest of her drink she caught moving beside her. Turning to a man who occupied seat next to her she felt her heart beating faster. His silhouette looked so familiar. For a moment, it seems to her that fatigue and the shaken rhythm of breathing are to blame for everything, because the one person she sees in front of her is the only person that simply could not exist. Wanda assured her of this when she cast her spells, circling over young girl.

Catching her breath, Y/N looks back at the man and opens her eyes wide in surprise when she realizes that the man across from her is studying her in return. They are separated just by several centimeters, nothing else. The stranger is still as young and beautiful as five, ten, fifteen years ago; time seems to have stopped for him.

His lips moving, but no sound reaches girl’s ears. The man whispers something to her to no avail. In confusion, she opens her mouth, looking at the one whom she saw in her dreams, in whose existence tried not to believe. How can a dead man sit so close and be as alive as her?

Shaking off the daziness she felt, Y/N smiled and fully turned to a man, facing him and taking in his appearance: dark-brown locks framing his face was shaped into artistic mess, his ocean-blue eyes watched her intently.

“May I ask your name?” He asked and she realized that he must have been talking to her for a few minutes before she realized it.

“Sorry, it’s Y/N.” She answered and extended her hand for a handshake, but he kissed her knuckles instead and let it fall back on her knees. “And what’s yours?”

“It’s James, but friends call me Bucky” He smiled at her and extended his hand. “Dance with Me.” He said in a non-arguing tone.

Y/N wanted to say no, wanted to push him away, to run away because she felt the need to do so, but it was hopeless. Against her will she extended her hand and James led her to the center of the dance floor. A new tune began to play, somewhat similar to the one of 90s. It was a gentle but dynamic composition, and Y/N immediately caught the steady rhythm of the loud drum beats.

James was a gallant and careful partner. His hands touched Y/N so fleetingly and tenderly that these touches were like a breath of warm wind. They moved perfectly, harmoniously, together and in one breath. She surrendered to his steady hands as he led gently but forcefully.

Passion and tenderness, sadness and joy from an unexpected meeting, bitterness and sweetness merged in their dance - conflicting feelings, opposite beginnings. Their dance was one big oxymoron, a strange accident that, nevertheless, gave happiness. Y/N only now realized how much she missed him for the smile and his demeanor itself, for his presence in her life. She felt dread deep within, but nothing could compare to her feeling of happiness. She had no idea how she really looked forward to his return, even if it was sudden and painfully sharp.

He ran a hand around her waist as she leaned back, their bodies entwined in fluid, almost erotic motions. James who was somehow perfectly fitting into the rhythm of the song gently took Y/N by the chin and made her effectively tilt her head back bend a little. He didn't insist, but Y/N wanted to obey and she obeyed, and James accepted her reaction as a kind of gift.

The music ended, and Y/N froze in place. James also stopped. They stood face to face, one inch apart, and James’s eyes filled with a thousand emotions as he looked at Y/N and squeezed her hand. There was sadness in his eyes, as if he knew he would eventually leave. Or so she thought.

“Come with me, Y/N. It's too loud in here.” James said and gently pulled her along himself to the exit of the club.

Y/N didn't ask where or why James leads her, she felt the uncontrolled desire to do as he said. She felt the weird sense of both physical and sexual excitement as he was leading the way. It was so easy to follow the person you... what? Wanted to meet? Loved? Felt lust towards? Y/N didn’t want to love James as loving him was like cutting herself methodically. Cut one millimeter every day. She couldn't afford those feelings, but neither could he.

Therefore, without a word, they got into a taxi and drove off somewhere. Y/N did not yet know exactly where, but then she realized: to the hotel. And her heart sank in perverted sense of lust and excitement.

She looked at the man sitting next to her and was surprised to find that he was studying her face, stopping his examination on her lips. The weird sense of desire cursed through her veins and without realizing she pulls the man by the neck, tasting his lips. Both shuddered at such unexpected closeness, but the man's hands on their own pulled the girl closer to him, wrapping around her thin waist. The kiss was sensual and unusual. When the man's tongue penetrated her mouth the world around them stopped and she lost herself in sensation. How they got into the hotel room she didn’t know. The only thing she was aware of was his hot whispers “I long for you” and “I want you”. He was pouring his hot breath around her neck, and she once again responded to this low velvety voice, feeling heat rise to her cheeks, and it hurts in the lower abdomen. He smelled of expensive whiskey, bitter orange, and spices, all Y/N’s feelings have now become especially extrapolated. A light kiss on the neck and she forgot about everything, swallowing nervously and pulling James's neck to her.

“The feeling is mutual.” she whispered thoughtlessly against his lips.

James didn't need to be told twice, he had already torn the thin fabric of her dress in half in one sharp movement, exposing Y/N's breasts, small buttons scattered across the floor, creating a rustle. The girl pulled off his T-shirt with trembling hands. She moaned causing James to growl in a low voice. He squeezed small breasts with his hands, pulling back the nipples causing the halos to turn a little red. Both were beside themselves, both were overwhelmed with passion and desire, alcohol completely dissolved all barriers and they had little of everything that was happening.

James pushed Y/N onto the bed, kissing the thin skin leaving a wet path from the neck to the chest, biting with teeth and therefore on reddish hickeys immediately appeared on the girl’s body. Let everyone know that she belongs to him. Another kiss somewhere between the ribs made Y/N aching from the pain twisting in the lower abdomen. Barnes seemed to feel it and started to slowly move his hand to the girl’s crotch which already was wet even through the thin fabric of panties. Gently pushing them aside, his palm began to make light movements up and down along the excited clitoris. The girl moaned in return and arched her back, grabbing Bucky’s hair and pulling his head closer.

Everything inside her was asking for way more than she was feeling right now. All of her skin turned into naked nerves, which Bucky masterfully played. It was also difficult for a man to restrain his excitement even through the veil alcohol, hatred for her previous fear of him and uncontrollable desire, now he just wanted to be inside Y/N. But he had one important thing yet to do. He pulled away from her being completely naked, and with a strong hard-on, which she lustfully looked at.

“You should know the conditions,” the man croaked looking at the heavily panting girl. “Once we seal the fate’s mark, there won’t be any way out of it.”

“James,” she wanted to protest, but Barnes interrupted her, pressing hard hand on the girl's neck.

“Condition, Y/N,” Barnes said harshly. “Do you agree with it? There won’t be turning back and there won’t be leaving me again” He said and felt relive washing over him when the girl nodded and obeyed.

“Take me, I want you,” Y/N answered with a breath, and the man chuckled, again reducing the distance between them to millimeters. One sudden movement, a loud scream, a guttural growl and a moment of bewilderment.

“Damn, Y/N , didn’t you have anyone?” Bucky muttered, looking at the intoxicated eyes.

“I did, but...” the girl replied grabbing his ass and directing into yourself.

She was too narrow, too wet, too hot. Everything for Bucky that was connected with Y/N now was from the category of "too". But now he understood only that this moment dragged on for too long. He moved in her with such a wild and animal passion that it seemed this tension would tear both of them apart. His sharp thrusts echoed in the girl with loud and vulgar moans. She thought that she would probably never get used to his impressive size, which brought her to the point of insanity.

Y/N missed those feelings so much. She hasn’t got any proper sex for quite some time and now she felt how her need was finally fulfilling. The man has not stopped, continuing to gain their highest point of pleasure. The movements became more and more unrestrained, both moved towards each other, and the slaps of wet bodies filled semi-dark room.

Bucky abruptly pulled out of Y/N and she felt a painful emptiness, looking at him like an offended child, but the devils danced there, and it turned him on even more.

He turned his girl on her stomach and without waiting for a suitable pose, abruptly entered her, which caused him to catch a loud scream. With each new push Y/N thoughtlessly shouted it out his name, resting her elbows on the already damp surface of the bed.

“Louder,” Bucky squeezed out with an imperious wheeze, and grabbing both of the girl’s hands closed them around her lower back, leaving her completely in his power.

“Yes, yes,” Y/N groaned exhaustedly, succumbing to meet Bucky. Soon enough she felt both heat and cold, cursed through the body as a single wave, the muscles of her vagina contracted and she had a chance to hear a guttural growl of her man the same moment she felt hard pulsations and pleasant warmth inside herself.

He collapsed exhausted right on her, pressing his whole body, all wet, panting, and although Y/N was not very comfortable, she dreamed to prolong this moment as long as possible.

“Sorry that I came,” he began, panting and speaking incoherently, “into you.”

“It’s all right,” Y/N answered, gradually coming to her senses, “I’m on pill anyway.” They both chuckled. Bucky turned his head to meet hers, and turn around, to lay next to her.

As he smiled at her, the girl laughed, gently, almost in a whisper and asked the question she has been dying to ask.

“So you are more than real. But I have been told that you are a dead person...” She whispered looking into blue eyes with interest, and then tilts her head slightly to one side as she hears that her heart rate is too fast and that his heart would have been beating the same way if it had not stopped many years ago.

Bucky looks at Y/N who instantly freezes, her eyebrows raised in surprise, and her mouth slightly parted. He reaches out with his hand to the girl's face, lightly strokes her cheek, sinks to her chin and covers her mouth with a slight movement, and then as if he lost his mind he bursts into laughter. Y/N smiles and laughs back. Bucky’s laughter is mesmerizing and soothing.

“You know, while you have seen me the same way all of these times, I have to watch you growing from a little girl with beautiful fair hair to a lovely young woman.” Bucky runs his hand through Y/N's hair and whispers that a lot has changed during this time.

He speaks of his past and the eternal feeling and the transience of time and at some moment Y/N feels that she is falling into abyss of darkness that is vast and deep. And Y/N is ready to drown in it.

Bucky watches her sleep and think that probably tomorrow she will regret everything that happened, but now she was free of any dark though.

The fast asleep girl turned her back to Bucky and pressed herself to him, making him cuddle her.

He on the contrary was not asleep, but he understood that both of them needed time to adjust to their situation and have some time to calm down. For now he almost weightlessly touches the skin of her neck with his lips controlling himself, knowing well enough that one day he will have the chance to change her destiny forever. Today was simply not that day.

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[frostironfudge]

Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Fourteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, angst, insulting language to the reader by a secondary character, alexander pierce is still a shit head he doesn't understand personal space, SA mentioned not described, drugs mentioned not consumed, entertainment industry language (basically misleading way of delivering news), slight amount of smut, dirty talking, legal stuff being spoken about, fbi workings. reader has alot of anxiety described through this chapter at various points.

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Thirteen || Chapter Fifteen

HEADLINES:

Fan’s excitement for book announcement turns sour, watch Y/N Y/L/N Take Control Of The Situation, We Stan A Powerful Woman

Fans Praise Steve Rogers Standing Up For Y/N 

Smouldering Hot Dolores Sets The Runway On Fire While Walking For Best Friend's Brand

Loki and Ace Are They A Thing? When Will They Admit To Their Hidden Romance? 

Bucky Barnes and Y/N Share An Intimate Moment Amidst Chaos, Five Times These Two Were Bestie Goals.

Bucky watches from the sidelines of the lit fest. The auditorium brimmed with excitement. He wondered if this is how you felt during the cast reveal for your previous books. Pride weaves into his bones as you step out on stage, massive applause breaks out and he can’t help but wolf-whistle as well. 

You’re his girl and he would be damned if he didn’t come out to support you. He has to bite his lip before he moans seeing your outfit, yet again. The way the suit pants cling to your ass has his own tightening. 

Flashes of this morning coax his mind, your hands in his hair tugging him closer and pushing him away. The taste of you on his tongue. Fuck he needs to remain between your legs for days before he can satieate himself. 

Your eyes find him just as he licks his bottom lip. Heat pools in your belly at the thought of Bucky on his knees, licking the remnants of you from his lips, his stubble glistening. 

He smirks at you as he watches the slight shift in your demeanour. He knows you’re thinking about this morning as well. 

“Oh my god.” He hears a voice exclaim, “That's! That's Bucky!” 

He turns his head around, sure enough a few seats down they raise their phones for a picture. 

“Hey could you hold off on posting that? I’m here to support her.” He calls over the voices that are slowly going down in decibel. 

They nod he knows it's a long shot but he has to take it, today was about you. To an extent Steve as well, given he was on the panel from HYDRA’s Publication House too. 

Steve walks out next waving at the crowd, the cheers are deafening, flashes of the cameras ensue. He comes over smiling and hugs you. 

The host gestures for the two of you to take your seats.  

Yelena sits next to Bucky, Angel next to her. 

After what Bucky had said to Yelena she hadn’t spoken to him more than required. However she was speaking a little more to you, which he appreciated. 

The crowd begins to settle into silence as the crew checks for the mics and hands one each to Steve and you. 

“Welcome Everyone!” The host cheers, “I’m Peter Quill, your host for this fine evening in literature. Though as an entertainment presenter I may not be qualified.” The crowd laughs, Peter grins. 

“Now I can, however, ask right off the bat if these two have been having fun filming, I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once.” 

The crowd cheers again, Steve laughs and you chuckle. Both smiling at the crowd. 

“Are you having fun on the film set? Ms. Executive Producer?” Steve teases, you roll your eyes at him. 

“When you aren’t taking too long in hair and make up, yes.” 

“Hey, I’ve got to look great to bring your character to life.” Steve defends, raising a brow in challenge.  

“You’re right, Beck did have his hair blow dried and then a pommade made with more spray to hold.” Your deadpan delivery makes Bucky laugh, Steve always was the worst when it came to his meticulous hair process. No matter the role this was always the case. 

Steve rolls his eyes, “It’s all good fun.” He says with a smile. 

The two of you turn back to Peter. 

“Now, Y/N we heard some news that you broke Steve’s heart.” Peter tilts his head and gives you a knowing look. 

“Oh yeah, he’s upset that my new book doesn’t have a character inspired by him.” You explain. 

“I don’t wike it.” Steve pouts like a kid, slapping his hand on his thigh. 

“Oh you know what I meant you smart lady.” Peter points a finger between the two of you. 

Steve shakes his head, “Honestly man, let it go. We’re here to talk about books.” 

“Right, right.” Peter shuffles through the cue cards. 

Steve looks at you, you smile at him. Then your gaze shifts to Bucky. He smiles at you. Seeing him there cheering you on makes you beam brighter. Happiness coursing through you at having a partner support your endeavours so wholeheartedly. 

“So Steve, do you plan to return to writing? Maybe a joint venture?” Peter gives yet another speculative look. 

“Hmm maybe I could, you never know I do have one more book in my contract. I wonder if a murder mystery would be fun. Would you all read it? Though I mean I’d have to ask our favourite author for tips.” Steve looks at you then at the crowd they cheer in agreement. 

“Murder mystery and fun?” Peter shudders, “I don’t know why chicks dig that.” 

“Are you critiquing reading preferences, Quill?” Steve tuts, “in a room full of readers and writers established and budding. Damn.” 

You shake your head disappointed at the judgement rolling off in waves from Quill. 

“Oh come on you gotta think it's a little messed up.” He defends. 

A chorus of boos ring. 

“Depends on what morals you follow.” You chuckle when you hear a hoot, “Morally grey tends to be a favourite colour.” 

“Rhys Bass! Baby!!!” A person calls out and everyone cheers. 

“Llyod Hansen!” Another person exclaims. 

Steve laughs, “I wouldn’t know where to place Llyod.” 

“Oh trust me, we do.” You answer on behalf of everyone. 

Bucky chuckles, Yelena looks at him. 

“Are you on the spectrum of morally dark colours?” She whispers. 

“Don’t think I am.” He laughs again. 

The interview goes on, the questions get directed more towards Steve. Quill shoots the random question to you but they aren’t about your book. 

Bucky’s hands are tight fists on his knees. What kind of blatant disrespect was going on?

Yelena sighs disappointed at the yet again horrible question,

‘Did you write the books because you felt sad you never had a long term boyfriend?’ 

‘How are the sex scenes so vivid?’ 

Bucky’s texting Sam, he wants to know everything there is to know about Peter Quill. 

“So Y/N, tell us, do you feel insecure about a woman like you being given such a huge platform for your book? I mean you clearly knew what would sell and from having a plus sized character to instead having smoking hot Dolores playing—,”

“I want to stop you right there.” You raise your hand to gesture Peter to shut the fuck up, “Your questions are highly disrespectful, yes multiple of them are disrespectful. Look around this room, genuinely, everyone here is from different backgrounds, cultures and sizes. You don’t get to sit there and make comments or assumptions based on how I look. Also, there is more to Dolores than her looks.” 

“Now you’re being rude, sweetheart, I’m just asking you simple questions.” Peter chastises, “It should be easy to answer.”

Bucky stands up, “And you’re an absolute gaslighting fucker.” He calls out. 

“Bucky Barnes?” Quill laughs, “Nice to see you man.” 

You shake your head, Steve looks at you then Bucky, finally to you. 

“Do you want to punch him or should I?” Steve rhetorically speaks while standing, rolling back his sleeves. 

“No, actually none of it. Everyone, I'm terribly upset that this event probably didn’t go as you wanted. I had big news I wanted to share but it seems Peter Quill can’t leave his investigative, intrusive, entertainment roots. Anyways to save Peter the trouble—,”

“Y/N.” Gidieon Mallick walks on stage cutting you off. 

You look at him. 

“Mr. Quill, please leave the stage. You’ve done horribly and not followed our given cue cards at all. Blatantly, disrespected one of our most prestigious authors. Ms. Y/N please be assured that you will be receiving an apology from him. Everyone, we will be taking a short break.” He announces, gesturing with his palm he asks you and Steve to follow him. 

The two of you follow and the crowd breaks out into chatter, Bucky, Yelena and Angel head out towards the two of you. 

You’re biting on your tongue while Gideon reprimands the interns and Peter Quill. 

Bucky catches the tail end of the conversation. 

“Absolute fucking atrocity! How can you go off script??” His skin tinged red as his anger grew. Steve rolls his eyes, as if this wasn’t what they wanted. Drama for more clout. 

“I really am sorry.” Peter looks at Steve and you. 

“Save it.” Steve says, grabbing your hand and leading you to your group. 

“So Bucky and Steve standing up for you is going viral already.” Angel informs you to look at her tiredly and then at the floor. 

“Are they going to talk about the new book?” You ask, she nods.

“The buzz is being generated enough, I’m hoping we can have no advance reader copies and the only sneak peeks that come are from you.” Yelena adds, you look at Bucky.

His scowl is trained on Quill. You move towards him, reaching for his hand. 

“James.” 

He recognises your tone, wanting him to dismiss the matter. 

“Feather.” He warns you as well. 

“Please?” You look up at him with a small pout. 

Bucky melts, rapidly the anger leaving him, “Fine.” He chuckles as you grin, having won your way. 

“Come here.” He says, tugging on your arm and you’re pulled against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, your shoulders drooped. Home. He’s home. 

“You’re home.” You mumble. 

Bucky kisses the top of your head. 

“As we have discussed and contemplated, we’re in agreement. An in-store release will ensure more buzz.” Gideon and his team are all smiles. 

Yelena looks at you then back at them, “Perfect, we’re glad we’re able to work in a way that caters to both the teams.” 

“It always is a pleasure working with you Miss Belova.” He moves his hand forward, she meets him halfway. 

“And Ms. Y/L/N we are positive the book is going to be a hit, our editor had some concerns but with the way HYDRA is climbing upwards we know this will only take us further on success. 

“I sure hope so.” You smile beaming brightly. 

“Well printing is well underway so we should have you start signing within the month for in store copies—,”

A chorus of phones chiming around the room occurs. Everyone’s devices in their hands. An intern swiftly moves to switch the TV on, the news reports flooding in,

“In a shocking revelation done by Peter Quill of Entertainment Today, he has uncovered the ongoing affair between Alexander Pierce and Actress Dolores. Sources wonder is this why she stays on projects even due to her diva behaviour? There is a thirty year age gap between them fans suspect predatory behaviour and the grooming of Dolores done by the decorated producer and owner of HYDRA—,”

The picture flashes and you have to clutch your hands tightly. It reminds you all too well of your own experience. 

“Switch to HYDRA.” Gideon sneers, the intern scrambles to switch. 

“In a horrible breach of privacy, our esteemed leader Alexander Pierce was found consoling a distraught Dolores and this story is being turned and twisted by entertainment tid bit and disgraced reporter Peter Quill, who, if you remember insulted Steve Rogers and Author Y/N Y/L/N publically at the announcement of her highly anticipated fourth book.” Sharon shakes her head disgusted at everything. 

“We have reached out to Mr. Pierce and Dolores to find out from the source the matter and set the record straight.” She adds, “For now I will allow my team to take over coverage of the forest fire crisis ongoing in Los Angeles.”

“See, nothing to be worried about.” Gideon smoothens his tie, giving a tight lipped smile. 

You nod. 

“I’m sure Mr. Pierce will explain.” Yelena adds. 

Peter Quill stares at the cops parading around his home and then the small little white powder bag they somehow found inside his home. He was good with this, never letting the party boy side of him touch the limelight in which he shined and thrived. 

Now he was sitting in a room in the police department. A camera in the corner turned off for privacy with his lawyer. 

“Mr. Quill, you have a phone call.” His lawyer hands him his phone. 

“Hello?” Peter greets.

“Mr. Quill, I suggest you heed this warning.” 

His eyes wide, the caller’s voice easily recognised. 

“I was doing my job.” He defends, “I was sent—,”

“Peter, save yourself some dignity, I know other things about you as well. We don’t want those coming to light do we?” Alexander chuckles. 

“N-no.” 

“Alright then, I’m sure your lawyer will be able to handle this matter. Consider this a final warning, Mr. Quill. I do not like my privacy invaded and after today I’m sure you will agree.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.”

Peter hands the phone back to his lawyer as the line goes dead. 

“I hope you recorded that.” Peter says, his lawyer smiles.

“I always do.” 

The dominos begin to fall. 

The first being Dolores and Alexander’s speculated affair. No matter how many times the two clarified the situation people wouldn’t let go. 

Edits of fans and experts of body language labelling Alexander as a predator. Dolores the victim. 

You swallow thickly as almost all of the signed on creatives of HYDRA were ushered into the auditorium housed within the headquarters. 

The issue was rapidly evolving and frankly getting out of hand. Interviews being stopped in the middle asking how the best of advocated actors, actresses, directors and producers are associated with this kind of man. 

All of your social media feeds were drowning under the comments, some very horribly rude and outright attacking you on a personal level. 

“I told you not to read them.” Bucky chastises from next to you. You tuck away your phone. 

“I can’t ignore it already. The whole mandate of saying nothing is annoying me, countless people want him to be taken down.” You complained to him. 

“I know it’s bothering me as well.” He sighs, grasping your hand gently, you feel the soft ridges of the metal as he rubs soothing circles onto the back of your hand. 

You stare at the limbs, just wanting to lift his hand and kiss it. Just to see the sweet flush that would coat his cheeks. Just to see that shy smile of his, just to admire him. 

“We’re in public.” He warns, reading your mind, “As much as I love you doting on me, I don’t think SHIELD—HYDRA,” He corrects himself,  “can tolerate another piece of drama.” He snorts. 

“Careful what you wish for,” Steve exhales loudly as he sits next to you, “dogs are sniffing around for something that might break the internet further than the current scenario.” 

You roll your eyes, “What are they going to do? Have them release more photos, of others?” 

“Possibly.” Steve gives an apologetic smile, “Angel’s heard conversation that maybe they might pitch the three of us being a throuple.” 

“The fuck?” Bucky says, you groan. 

“I don’t think we can take that news down like that.” You defend. 

“Well, think about it, over time speculation has happened.” Steve says you and Bucky exchange a glance. 

“People ship the two of us.” Bucky adds sharing a look with Steve. 

“Oh god.” You press your palms against your face. 

“This is not what I envisioned happening when I wrote Stucky x reader.” You mumble prompting Bucky to laugh. 

“I did like the werewolf one.” Steve praises, Bucky chuckles, nodding in agreement. 

Your head snaps towards Steve then Bucky. 

“You.” You glare at your boyfriend. 

“In my defence, Steve asked me about it first which is why I had to read it.” Bucky raises his hands. 

You turn to Steve, “You.” your tone is hopefully menacing. 

“Sorry.” The blonde says very unapologetically. 

The microphone feedback makes everyone look up at the stage, the three of you in the secluded corner watch on as the legal head of HYDRA, Schmidt is standing at the podium. 

“As you are aware of the recent negative light shed upon Mr. Alexander Pierce, we ask you all to check your emails for the social media statement that will be issued from all of your accounts over the next twenty four hours.” He concludes, hand running over his tie.

“We assure you that no predatory or grooming behaviour was done by Mr. Pierce.” He declares, “As you know a man of his stature and power will be cursed by the media and preyed upon by women who want money. Ms. Dolores has set the record straight and all will be well again for us. I hope there are no questions that would like to be asked by all of you.” 

The silence just continues on, no one dares to say anything. 

“Alright then, you’re all dismissed please post the message on your socials. It is mandatory on your contracts.” Schmidt completes then walks off stage. 

“Fucking hell.” Natasha’s voice has the three of you turn.

“Nat, pleasantly surprised you didn’t skip out.” Steve smiles at her, she rolls her eyes. 

“Mandatory meetings are all the fun.” She says, her gaze shifts to you. 

You offer a small smile, she looks back into her phone. Bucky’s hand rests on your shoulder to offer comfort. 

You look down at your phone, reading over the generic statement that provides a stance while saying you take no stance. 

“Miss Y/N?” 

Four pairs of eyes fall upon the intern as they clutch their folder tighter. You offer a smile. 

“Yes?”

“Mr. Pierce would like to see you in his office. I’m supposed to escort you there immediately.” They say, you nod. 

You feel Bucky tense behind you. His hand moving protectively to your shoulder. You place your hand upon his, “It’s just a meeting, I’ll call you okay?” 

You turn to meet his gaze, still unconvinced. 

“James.” 

“I’ll wait for you.” He declares. 

“As will I.” Steve adds. 

Gathering your bag, you step to the aisle. Natasha grabs your arm, turning you. 

“Since when?” She questions, green eyes trained on you, observing every little flicker of emotion running over your face. Through the cracks of your poker face. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Natasha.” You reply cooly, gently prying your arm out of her grip. 

“Y/N.” Her jaw tightens, eyes narrowing as she doesn’t buy your lie. 

“Nat,” Bucky calls out, distracting her enough to allow you a moment to slip away. 

“Bucky, you better tell me.” You catch her words, Bucky meets your eyes across the auditorium. 

Asking for your approval to tell her, you watch as Steve shakes his head. You look at Bucky, he gives a subtle shake as well. They’re against telling her. 

You shake your head as well, exiting the auditorium. 

The lift’s music seldom distracts you from the increased pounding of your heart. Each beat echoing across your form. You grip the support bar. Perspiration coating your palms. 

The intern regards you with worry, a tight-lipped smile doesn’t ease their concern. The ding announces your arrival to the floor. On cue your phone rings, discreetly you answer it from your watch. 

Bucky’s with you, he’s with you. 

Alexander’s assistant beams at you, heading to open the door. Heels clicking and adding to the dread flowing through your veins. 

He must know your plan. 

He must know what you’re trying to do. 

Dolores probably is his pawn. 

Another betrayal. 

Another fucking disaster. 

You’d lose everything. 

You’d lose Bucky. 

Your mind is the worst enemy and the best friend you could have. 

“Ah, there you are, have a seat.” Alexander says from the desk he’s perched upon, facing the chair he requests you to take. 

You sit, placing your bag down and turning your watch face inward. 

“I read through the manuscript, I think we have a hit on our hands.” He grins. 

You smile, “Thank you.” 

“Though towards the end, I see you changed the original direction you wanted to take, why is that?” His fingers drum along the mahogany table. 

“Did you not like it?” You ask, he leans in closer prompting you to shift back. He smirks, eyes tracing over you. 

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, sweetheart. What happened that night, is just insurance against your thoughts of insubordination towards me. Even if you would never, the thought can taint your mind.” He raises his hand, fingers stroking your cheek. 

You cower back further, fingers tightly gripping the handles of the chair.

“This is why I prefer Dolores, always so easy to manipulate and bend to my will and fancy. The mouth on her. Such a good little fuck. I wonder if you…” He hums.

“Please don’t.” You whimper. 

You feel him draw closer, “I won’t, as long as you keep your damn mouth shut. Now your little book’s rights are going to be bought but I’m going to sell them for a profit after the launch.” He shifts away walking to the drink cart. 

You watch him pour himself a drink. 

“I’ll provide you with a percentage to take care of your mother. After all, we're a family here at HYDRA.” He grins, you nod, “How is she?” 

“Doing better on the new medication regime.” You answer, his smile turns menacing. 

“Good, you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise that, would you?” He questions your integrity. 

“I won’t let anything happen to HYDRA.” You say, it pleases him. 

“Good, now run along. I’m eager to have you personally sign my copy once the printed books come out.” Alexander gestures with his hand for you to go out of the office. 

You scramble away, only when the elevator doors close do you breathe easier as the floors increase between Alexander and you. The doors open at the parking level. 

You’re tucked into the corner of the elevator. 

Bucky stands there, gaze trained upon you as you stand supported by the railing. He steps onto the elevator. 

Covering the distance to you, pulling you to his chest. Your hands move to wrap around his shoulders. 

He sighs once you’re safe in his arms, with him. Gently he cradles your jaw, making you look up at him. Stroking your skin with his thumb. His lips press to your forehead. Then brush over your lips. 

The doors open again, 

“Holy fuck!” The camera flashes. 

Bucky turns, lips no longer against your own he presses for the close door button but the paparazzi block it with their lenses and feet keep the doors pried open. 

You grab onto his jacket to prevent him from lashing out at them. Your phone chimes. Bucky looks down at the screen as well. 

From: A. Pierce 

You two can’t keep a secret, allow me to tell the world on your behalf. 

Unless you would prefer another few secrets revealed. 

Bucky looks back at your face, your hands shake. He closes his eyes, this is not what he wanted. Not how he wanted to reveal to the world he was yours. 

“Feather.” His voice anchors you over the increased roaring of the paps. 

You look up, “James.”

Soft lips press to yours, you close your eyes, allowing Bucky to guide you. Your palm cupping his cheek. 

You knew this kiss was his apology, his admission, his pain, his acceptance, his plea, his protection and his love. 

Bucky hopes you feel all that he wants to say to you. He hopes he hasn’t disappointed you, he hopes you understand. 

When you kiss him back, his shoulders sag with relief. 

He turns you away from their prying eyes, shielding you with his body. The security finally pulls the paps back allowing the doors to close. 

Bucky’s forehead rests against yours, you want to cry. This is not how the two of you envisioned the world knowing. 

Another moment stolen away. 

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers, you only hug him tighter, hiding away yourself against his chest. 

Everyone on set regarded you differently. The crew whispered as the new couple passed by, Bucky holding your hand not letting go. He leads the two of you to the breakfast table. 

Steve, Loki, and Ace are waiting for you at the table. 

Natasha watched from afar, Maria shaking her head disappointedly. 

“What?” Nat questioned. 

“I hate when Alexander does this, uses the personal lives of people to his own gain.” Maria sighs. 

“What do you mean?” 

“The news with Dolores broke, I was with Alexander and Nick. Instead of trying to have things be smoother or address it. He wanted to know if anything was going on between them on set. Pulled information off of a crew member.” She explains. 

Nat’s gaze moves to the two of you, you both had been careful. She made sure you would get moments tucked away with Bucky. The senior staff are bound by ironclad NDAs. Though Alexander could have pressured anyone. 

The world hadn’t been kind. Questioning Bucky’s choice as well as your own. 

Then they’d say it was perfect, a broken imperfect man with an imperfect broken woman. 

Kind words lost amongst the sea of horrible words. So much so you had deleted the apps from your phone. 

Bucky had hoped to spare you from this part of his life. He knew you could take negative reviews or critique for your books. 

Over the past days he saw you reading everything discreetly. He wiped your tears, had you wipe his own. 

You knew people could be horrible, you’d seen it. Now you were living it. 

Reclusiveness had turned into a better option, words that you had learned to handle were overwhelming. 

You missed interacting with fans, they supported you. Several supporting your relationship, defending it as well from the haters and trolls. 

Sam wanted the two of you to issue statements or do an interview. Bucky was against it, the two of you were together, some would like it and several wouldn’t, he only cared about your wellbeing. If you wanted to speak to the world he would speak with you. 

For now he was supporting you in the chaos to which you were newly introduced towards. The move had helped Alexander no longer an article floated about his pictures with Dolores. 

“Imagine if it was the throuple thing?” Steve jokes, Loki glares at him. 

“Then you two would have to take turns cheering me up.” You add, Bucky snorts. 

“She’s making horny jokes, she’s really upset.” Ace remarks.

Loki shakes his head, “I thought horny jokes were her forte.” 

“They are, dirty fucking mind.” Bucky chuckles, you poke his cheek. 

“You love it.” 

“I do.” He kisses your cheek. 

“I’m happy though, you don’t have to shy away.” They grin, you smile. 

“Yeah it has its perks, not hiding.” You shrug then look behind Ace at Nat. 

“I want to speak to the two of you.” She says, “In private.” 

Bucky shares a look with you, the two of you follow Nat to her trailer. She locks it, a determined expression on her face. 

“Alexander was informed by a crew member about the two of you. I know we were discreet and we did everything we could to keep prying eyes away.” She states,

“I think it’s one of the core cast, Dolores yes but she already has everything on her plate. You two need to reevaluate the friendships forged.”

“Why are you worried?” Bucky raises a brow asking on your behalf, the two sisters had made their stances clear only wanting professional relationships with you. 

Nat exhales, “For whatever reason, you both are withholding information from me. When I asked Yelena and she kept her mouth sealed shut too, I understood it ran deeper than a surface level issue.” 

You seek out Bucky’s hand for comfort, his thumb strokes over your tattoo. He knew the action grounded you as well. 

“I want to apologise for the way I’ve acted, pushing you away. Being rude and frankly the opposite of the friendship I found with you.” She shakes her head disappointed at herself. 

“Nat…” you don’t know what to say to her. 

“I’m not seeking instant forgiveness. I know it will take time to repair things. I just, I know how he can be and yet I thought you were after the money.” 

You wince. 

“I’m sorry, I really am, I just want to get to the bottom of who is behind telling Alexander.” She presses, watching as Bucky and you share another glance.

“Look it was bound to happen, and we already have a plan to smoke the leak out.” He grins, you giggle.

Natasha regards the two of you perplexed by the positive attitude, a stark contrast to the way the two of you have behaved over the past few days. 

This was the next domino, have the public find out about the two of you. Dolores had been on your side, she wasn’t blabbing that much you knew, because the story was to be about the throuple with Steve and Bucky if it came from Dolores.

This much was sure that Alexander was being overly cautious. Which meant he would want to keep an eye on everything, which meant he would slip up.

“Well, if you need me to do anything, let me know.” She adds, you nod at her.

“I need you to continue being mean and reserved, I have to tell different people different things you said to us here.” You let her in on the plan.

“So just continue the way you are and we can always meet up privately.” Bucky shrugs at her.

“It's good seeing you this happy, Barnes.” She smiles at him, “You take care of her.”

“I’m trying every day.” His blue eyes gaze down at you, softening as he regards you being there in his life. Being his happiness, adding to it.

“You succeed everyday.” Your eyes find his warmth spreading through your chest at the love you feel just from his gaze.

“Alright then, now before the clothes come off, please leave.” Nat gestures to the two of you out the door.

“Bye, Natasha–,”

“Nat.” She corrects you trying to undo one step.

“Nat, I’ll see you on set.” 

She smiles as do you.

—-div

“Alright, we’re going to move in on Pierce tomorrow.” Darcy informs the three of you. 

“We want you all in a safer public space.” Scott adds, “I believe your book launch is placed appropriately?” 

You nod, “It's in place.” 

It had been almost a month and a half now since the book was cleared into printing. The movie schedule was constantly thrown off by Dolores to aid with the case’s timeline. 

Prompting Natasha to keep asking you to step in over and over so they could shoot the opposite cast’s scenes. 

The leak was in place tonight, the book had to tank. It was the only way you’d be able to free yourself. 

Andy and Matt were working hard on finding loopholes for Bucky and Steve. Most of the ways out however involved paying their way out. Signing another set of contracts that cut off their ways of income and working in the industry. 

“We have a lot of evidence against him, it will be a process to go through. Given his position and influence we anticipate a bail. However we anticipate travel restrictions so that he cannot flee the state or country.” Darcy takes a deep inhale then exhales slowly. 

“We have one chance. One. Are you three sure you want to come forward with everything he’s put you through? There are other victims who have said yes and others who have said no. We will not force you, you need to make this decision on your own.” She waits, observing the three of you. 

“I’ve been waiting a long time.” Dolores says, “I want him to rot and if he dies that's great too.”

“I’m in.” you answer. Everyone turns to the woman on the left. 

“We’ll take him down.” Maria Hill promises. 

The crowd is still there surprisingly despite the overnight leak. The night was filled with caffeine and chaos. A lot of people had downloaded the book based on the numbers Yelena had observed. 

Social media was in an uproar. People who read the leaked version, divided in opinion. Goodreads was getting reviews based on the leaks and trying to disregard them or block those to stop prompting readers to be tempted to read the book. 

Several accounts who made it their life’s mission to hate on you because Bucky was off the market were sharing download links to tank your ratings and for once you wanted them to not get blocked off. 

The outfit for today was cream pants that hugged your curves, paired with a navy top which was low cut but in a way that gave nothing away. It was teasing enough for Bucky. You chuckle remembering his expression at the fitting. 

Bucky stands before you with a small box in his hands. You raise a brow. It was five minutes till you had to go out to face the crowd at the bookstore signing. 

“Just, I had this made as a ‘happy book launch day’ gift.” Bucky swallows a sudden nervousness taking over him. 

“James, why are you nervous?” Your palm cups his cheek. 

The red flush takes over his features. He gnaws at his bottom lip, “I just—, I’m wondering if this was a good idea, I mean not the giving you a gift but the gift itself.” 

“James—,” 

“I just, I hope you like it and I know you don’t like the whole materialistic aspect so I tried to combine the emotional aspect too—,”

“Baby,” you place your free hand right over his sternum feeling his heartbeat against your palm, “I’m going to love whatever you have in that box. And the fact that you put so much thought into it? I already love it.” 

A smile breaks out across his features, the crinkles by his eyes enhanced and pure joy radiating from him. Handing you the box he moves to hold you by your waist, watching as you open it. 

The velvet is soft and you see a soft glimmer as the gift catches the light. He takes your gasp as a good sign, his nerves begin to settle. 

Across the box, lays a necklace, the pendant shaped like a quill, an exact replication of your tattoo. The shaft of it has a line of diamonds that reflect in the light. You look up at your man, not understanding why tears are gathering in your eyes. 

“It’s beautiful.” You whisper, “I love it, James… Thank you.” 

Bucky leans in brushing the escaped tear away from your cheek with his lips, “May I put it on you?” 

You nod, he gently takes the necklace from the box, moving behind you. He meets your gaze in the mirror. The soft metal touches your skin and he watches the pendant shift as he decides the perfect length to wear it upon. 

His fingertips trace along the nape of your neck to your shoulders. Bucky presses his lips to the crook of your neck, “Perfect even better than how I envisioned it.” 

Your hand moves to his hair, running your fingers through it as you turn your head to kiss him. Warm hands encircle around your waist yet again holding you close. 

Slowly your lips part, Bucky groans, watching the piece of jewellery nestle over your sternum drawing his eyes to your breasts. 

All too soon he has you pushed against the wall, lips latched to yours as his hands explore your body, cupping your breast and palming it. You whimper onto his tongue. It only urges him on. 

There is a knock on the door, “I hope y'all are decent.” Sam hopes to the heavens above. 

You make a displeased sound as Bucky pulls away from you, gently setting your legs down from where they were around his waist. 

“Patience, Feather.” He whispers, your hands roam over his chest. 

“What is it Sam?” He questions, blue eyes trained on your seemingly innocent face. 

You know the warning look. You don’t heed it. Your hands move to his belt buckle. To you Sam’s voice already drowned out. 

“Feather.” Bucky hisses as your index finger trails over his growing erection. 

“Don’t you want to see me just in the necklace?” You look up at him, pushing the fabric lower, allowing yourself to give him slow gentle pumps. 

Bucky’s hands come to rest on the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. You bite your lip, his eyes turning towards the stormy blue you loved, not the kind out of his anger but the kind born out of you making him unravel, turning him feral, needy. 

Bucky’s flesh hand grasps your neck. The thoughts begin to fly out the window from your mind. 

“Feather, don’t start something you won’t finish because if I have to take over. Everyone will know just by your stride that you got fucked in the green room by your man.” He squeezes gently, your palm squeezes his length. 

“You’re my good girl aren’t you?” 

You nod. 

“Words Feather, my good girl uses her words, even if she’s being a needy little brat.” He chuckles, if you turned him needy and feral for you he knew how to do the same to you. 

“Yes, your good girl.” You answer. 

You watch as he leans in, his breath fanning across your face, you just want to taste him.

“Can you both not?” Sam groans, “I cannot with you both right now, Y/N, you have to be out in five minutes. Stop letting him seduce you.” 

Bucky closes his eyes, you giggle as he withdraws his hand from your throat. 

“Feather, I know it's yours but you gotta let go of my dick please.” 

“Oh, oh,” your skin heats as you retract your hand helping him get decent. 

“For the record, you seduced me.” He narrows his eyes at you. 

“Hey, we both know you probably thought of me naked with only the necklace on before I suggested it.” 

His mouth hangs open, sputtering to cover up the clear truth. You cover your mouth to stop laughing out loud. Bucky shakes his head, a bemused grin on his lips. 

The door is opened to a disappointed Sam and Yelena staring at the two of you. Their arms crossed. 

“Just wanted to wish her good luck.” Bucky defends. 

“Right, and does that involve your fly being open?” Sam raises a brow, Bucky scrambles turning around then huffs. 

“It isn’t—,” he shuts up at Sam’s stern expression. 

Yelena raises her phone to her ear, “She’ll be out in thirty seconds.” 

Bucky pulls you close, lips pressing against yours in a quick kiss. 

“Good luck, Feather. Once we’re back home I’m going to tell you the reason behind your nickname.” He kisses you again, leaving you breathless grasping onto his shoulders. 

“Th-thanks.” You squeak out, he squeezes your ass, your eyes widen, skin heating, “J-James!” 

He only gives a wink coupled with a cheeking grin. As he follows Sam out you watch him walk backwards laughing at your befuddlement. 

“Ready?” Yelena questions, offering her hand to you as she always did, walking with you till it was your turn to venture alone. 

You grasp her hand, nodding, “As I’ll ever be.” 

There is a chorus of cheers when Yelena walks out to introduce your arrival. You spot Bucky, Sam and your mother sitting in a section reserved for family. It makes your chest warm seeing that area occupied finally. 

When you step out it’s as surreal as the first time, the cheers, the squeals, the happiness of your readers infectious. 

The first two hours are a blur of writing names, interacting, hearing the reader’s theories for the book and maybe a snippet of your next one. You take a sip of water as the line is held back for a moment. 

You grab the sharpie as the line begins again, 

“Hi, thank you for coming out to see me today—,” your mouth dries when you look up at the figure towering over you. 

“If you could make that out to Alexander Pierce, that would be great.” Alexander smiles at you. 

“A-alexander?” You find your heart plummet, he was supposed to be behind bars by now. 

He pushes the book across the desk. Nudging your frozen hands into action. Opening the book you write down, his name,

“How about a sweet message?” He raises a brow, “I am your boss after all.” 

“I um, sure.”

To Alexander Pierce, 

Your actions speak louder than my words, which is why people can hold them in their hands.

Regards,

Y/N 

He peers at the message, eyes narrowing then he smiles. He parts his mouth about to speak when you watch him descend onto your table headfirst. 

You shift back standing, the chair plummets to the floor. 

Darcy Lewis and Scott Lang stand behind Alexander, pressing him down on the table and extending his hands to cuff him. 

“Alexander Pierce, you’re being placed under arrest for multiple charges of sexual assault, blackmailing, non consensual administration of narcotics, and financial embezzlement.” Darcy speaks clearly, her voice ringing above the bookstore’s clamour. 

Alexander struggles in the grasp, “You’re making a grave mistake, Agent.”

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” She says, Alexander’s gaze locks on you. 

“You opened your mouth, didn't you? If I come to know you have, I’m going to ruin your life. You fat fucking slut.” He roars, Darcy presses his shoulders down to prevent him from getting up. 

Bucky’s cologne suddenly surrounds you. You look up, only to see his chin. He has you tucked against his chest protectively placing his arms around you. 

“You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?” She waits for his response which is only laughter. 

“Oh Agent, you’re all going to regret this, don’t you know who I am?” He sneers. 

Darcy rolls her eyes, “Alexander Pierce, do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”

“I do.” He seethes, “I want my fucking legal team.” 

“We will contact them.” Scott says, they lift him up from the desk, he looks at Bucky. Anger coursing through his body. 

“I warned you Barnes. Now you will know the consequences.” The older man spits out. 

Bucky makes sure you cannot look at Alexander, palm blocking your head’s movement. 

“Are you threatening me? Mid arrest? I haven’t done anything to you Alexander. I have always respected you.” Bucky speaks, Alexander’s anger only grows, he’s dragged out. 

The bookstore grows quiet. Eerily so, the cameras still held up despite the FBI retreating and leaving. 

Bucky gently shifts from you, still holding your hands within his own. You regard the entire store only hoping the threats he made will reach online so they can be used in court as well. 

“Everyone I am so sorry, the event will have to be postponed to a later date. Those who did not get a chance to interact will have their tickets refunded. You will retain your book and the signing will take place at a later date.” A representative from HYDRA announces. 

Bucky leads you back inside the green room. Sam and your mom are already watching the news unfold on his iPad. 

She looks up at you demanding an explanation. 

“I’ll explain later, mum—,”

“What did he do to you?” She cuts you off. 

“Mum,” you swallow the lump forming in your throat. 

Her eyes move onto Bucky, “Why was he threatening you? You were supposed to take care of her.” 

He kneels in front of her, “I regret it everyday that I couldn’t protect her.”

“Mom it isn’t Bucky’s fault.” You sit next to Bucky grasping her other hand, “I’ll tell you everything. Just you cannot blame anyone but Alexander okay?” 

She regards the two of you, Sam shifts, “I’ll make sure the three of you have some privacy.” 

He walks out, shutting the door behind him. 

“Alright, tell me and no covering anything or hiding any details. I may be sick but I’m not weak.” She warns, “I didn’t mean to blame you Bucky, I just, she’s my only child.” 

“I know, I just, when I saw her that night, I blamed myself. I should have known better.” He sighs, you grab his hand with your free one. 

“We’ll tell you everything, if it becomes too much tell us to stop and we will.” He requests of her. 

“You will do the same.” She says, the two of you nod. 

HEADLINES:

Alexander Pierce Arrested At Signing Of Author Y/N’s Fourth Book

Dolores Looks Sombre Exiting The FBI Branch 

Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers and Other HYDRA Creatives Come Out In Support Of Long List Of Victims Of Alexander Pierce’s Abuse 

‘This Is A Shock To Me’ Says Ace In Recent Interview Praising Alexander Pierce

Author Y/N Continues Book Signings Amidst Ongoing Court Case — How Exactly Harrowing Was The Ordeal If She Can Function Normally?

Brock Rumlow Arrested In Conjunction With Charges Pressed Against His Uncle 

HYDRA Projects All Come To Standstill As Crews Organise Protests To Support Victims Os Sexual Assault. 

Bucky Barnes And Y/N Y/L/N Spotted Getting Cozy At His Favourite Restaurant, Onlooker Spills The Beans On Their Conversation.

A.N.: so the queue didn't work and i had other one shots as well prepped but nothing went through so i manually reedited everything since i lost most of it unfortunately, i hope you guys enjoy the chapter, i know sometimes its fast paced compared to slowburn, we're nearing the end of it

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[elibabayblog]

Master list Pt.2

So, Tumblr has a 100-link limit on posts, and I didn't know that. So welcome to my second master list. I'll be updating this one all day as well. This list will include.

Sabrina Carpenter

Tummy Aches

Sebastian Stan

Dating Sebastian Stan

Dating Bucky Includes

Shirtless Bucky

Sharon flirts with Bucky

Sex with Seb = Baby

Mission gone wrong

Last date night

I'll wait as long as needed

The wait is over

Keep my man's name out ya mouth

"I don't deserve you"

Ariana Grande

She gets cheated on

Beach date

You and Ari get coffee

You tell her you are Poly

Valentine's Day

She plays in the snow

Undeserved Jealousy

Dancing the night into a proposal

You braid her hair

She is being used

Michael Jackson

Short

Family Time

Car Crash

Stalker

Missing

Loved

Suicide

The Effect of Suicide

Orgasms not Wanted

Home for Good

Meeting the Fam

Dove Cameron

Attack of the paparazzi

Runaway

Beaten and rescued

You surprise her at the studio

Locking eyes

She helps you get over a fever

You are lonely

She steals your blanket

Harry Styles

Cuddles

Meeting the guys for the first time

He has a bad day

He misses you

You get insecure

He leaves for tour

He posts you on Instagram

You have a make out session

He brings you flowers

You meet him after his concert

Adore you

Harry saving you from a creep

Pool party

Cheater? Maybe, maybe not

Graduation

"Can we kiss under the moonlight?"

Alone on Valentine's Day

Elliot Page

He hurts you

You are pregnant

He finds you wearing his clothes

You visit him in set

He meets your conservative family

He takes you on a date

He walks through the house naked

They tell you their new pronouns

He is sick

He asks you out

You are cold

He smacks your butt

He tells you he is trans

I have a proposition; marry me

Snowy Weather

Olivia Rodrigo

The Debut

She gets you ice cream

She falls asleep on you

She posts you on her Instagram

You find out she is pregnant

Cuddles

I hate you, I love you

First Date

Deja Vu

He doesn't love me, does he?

Lending a helping hand when needed

Donut Date

Cobra Kai

First Meeting- Miguel Diaz

Protective- Robby Keene

New Years Kiss- Eli Moskowitz

Opposites Attract- Robby Keene

Lost Scarf- Johnny Lawerence

Elizabeth Olsen

Billie Eilish

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[bonky-n-steeb]

I'm a fiend and you're all I need

— husband! bucky barnes x wife! reader

summary || Bucky is the sweetest husband ever. But you are greedy — you want more.

warnings || dom!bucky. dom/sub dynamics. unprotected sex. spanking. pussy slapping. degradation. praise kink. punishments. breeding kink. subspace. spit kink. pain kink. choking (metal arm kink). housewife kink. corruption kink. sex toys. filthy bucky. possessive bucky. a lot of dirty talk. dacryphilia. petnames (sugar). horny thots. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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the reader knows what she wants and we stan her in this house!

“I have to tell you something.” Bucky stopped wiping his wet hair and stood still when he heard your words. He was only wearing a towel over his waist as he exited the bathroom and your eyes roamed freely over your husband’s chiselled body.

“Umm, yeah.” Bucky had just now returned after a long mission and you had missed him dearly. Bucky was the best husband you could ask for, caring, protective, handsome, understanding, loving, well, you could go on and on about how much you both loved each other.

But you were greedy — you wanted more.

Bucky was a thorough lover, he always made sure you were satisfied before him. But he was a little too gentle. The former assassin constantly feared that he’d hurt you with his super strength, despite you assuring him otherwise.

Whenever he was gone, you satisfied yourself with the little vibrator hidden behind your makeup pouch. You started soft and sweet, imagining Bucky pressing gentle kisses to your body, but you always orgasmed to the fantasies of Bucky being rough with you, calling you names and fucking you hard.

But now you’d come to the realisation that you couldn’t keep on doing that anymore. You couldn’t keep fantasising about your own husband. You needed the actual thing. Bucky understood you better than anyone else, but you were still scared to say your thoughts out loud.

“Actually,.. it’s about.. it’s about our bedroom life.” Bucky was your husband, and yet your palms were getting sweaty with nervousness. Bucky’s eyes narrowed down at you and he hummed for you to continue. “I just.. I just need a little more.” You stuttered.

He titled his head before walking closer to you. Water droplets were running down his freshly showered body and getting absorbed in the fluffy towel. His metal hand was glinting in the lights and you gulped when you thought of your fantasy, that metal arm around your neck.

“I love what we have.. but, Uhh, I won’t break if you go a little hard.” Your voice wavered a little at the end as he stood right in front of your face. His body was pulled taut and he looked like a predator stalking his prey.

“Don’t tell me, show me.” Bucky’s voice was octaves lower and it never failed to make you wet between your legs. Your hands shook a little as you took his metal arm and placed it around your neck. His eyes widened for a minute before his lips stretched into a predatory smirk.

His cold vibranium fingers curled around your neck and your breath left your lungs. You closed your eyes and relished in the feel as you finally got what you’d wanted. But then let go of your neck before inserting his finger into your open mouth. “Is this what you want?”

You nodded enthusiastically as you sucked his finger obediently. You swirled your tongue around the digit until it became warm. He pulled the finger back and pushed it in and repeated the action until his finger was drenched in your saliva. “Good girl.”

Your eyes comically widened and you nearly came on spot when he called you a good girl in his raspy voice. “Say hydra and I’ll stop.” He bent low to whisper in your ear. Goosebumps erupted on your skin when Bucky took your earlobe between his teeth and nipped.

When he kissed you, it was hard and deep and possessive. His tongue invaded your mouth and his teeth worried your lips until you were a panting mess. You ran your hands over the hard planes of his body while he kneaded your ass.

You both had missed each other a lot, and couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. You tucked your fingers in his towel and untied the knot. The towel fell on the ground to reveal his hard length and you unconsciously licked your lips at the sight.

Desperate to be closer to each other, you didn’t waste much time in undressing yourself. “Hop on, sugar.” You loved when he called you sugar and you excitedly jumped on the bed. His corded muscles shifted underneath his skin as he crawled up to you.

You spread your legs and ran your fingers through your glistening folds. You circled your clit as Bucky watched you with hungry eyes. You dipped two of your fingers into your clenching hole and let out a soft moan. “Bucky, please fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

“Don’t you worry sugar. I’ll give you all you need.” Bucky grasped your hand and pulled it away from your core. He suckled on your fingers which were wet with your slick and you loved feeling his hot mouth around your fingers. He spread your legs further apart and you gaped when he spit on your already wet folds.

“This pussy is mine.”

Butterflies were dancing in your stomach as you saw Bucky get all possessive over you. His fingers rubbed your pussy until his saliva was mixed with your slick. You sucked in a breath when you felt Bucky rub his hot length over your cunt.

Usually, Bucky took his sweet time preparing you and making you cum at least once before he actually fucked you. Bucky had a cock which was adequate to his super strength and both of you were aware of that. But tonight, he did no such thing.

You sobbed when Bucky pushed in his thick cock without any preparation. The stretch was delicious though a little painful, but you got off on the pain. He was met with resistance halfway through so he pulled back and thrusted in until he went a little deeper and he kept doing this until he was balls deep inside you.

“Fuck sugar. You’re so tight. I don’t fuck you for a few days and you get tighter than a virgin. God, I gotta feed this hungry cunt, look at how it’s pulling me in.” Bucky was a talker in bed, but usually he murmured sweet nothings in your ear. But hearing him say all this filth was making you dizzy.

He didn’t give you time to settle as he started thrusting. “Oh! Oh fuck Bucky! Yes please!” You cried out when you felt his cock rub all your right spots. “Please Bucky, I wanna feel you so bad. Harder Bucky. Please fuck me harder!”

Bucky once again placed his vibranium arm on your throat and squeezed. “Did I tell you to talk? I just wanna hear you moan and scream my name. I’m the one who decides how this goes sugar. Not you.”

Tears collected in your eyes as he grinded against you and made you feel every single throbbing vein on his cock. “You’re gonna be a crybaby? Poor thing. Can’t even take what you so clearly begged for.” He mocked you and you were loving every second of it.

His words were making your brain short circuit. You always knew Bucky controlled himself, but now it felt as if you’d unleashed the monster. He increased his pace and started fucking you hard enough for the bed to rattle against the wall. “Bucky…” you kept moaning his name.

He pulled out and you whimpered at the loss. But then he pushed your feet up on his shoulder and nearly folded you in half as your thighs rested on your stomach. You suddenly felt more bare than you ever had as your core was spread out for him.

This time, he pushed his cock deep into you in a single stroke. He was reaching much deeper than before and you choked on air as he started earnestly fucking you. “See, you took me so well this time. This is what I call a well fucked hole. Gotta keep you open on my cock 24x7.”

“Fuck Bucky!” Your eyes rolled back in your head just from all his dirty talk. You clutched your bed covers for dear life as he nearly split you in two. “You’re gonna cum sugar? I can feel you clenching around me.” You nodded dumbly.

“Go ahead and cum for me like my good little wife.” You most definitely saw stars as you came around his cock. His hand around your throat was restricting your air flow and your lust addled brain made you cum harder than you ever had.

You whimpered when Bucky pulled himself out and held the base of his dick to stop himself from coming. A vein his forehead stood up as he panted wildly. “Bucky,..” you licked your dry lips and continued. “You’ve not cum and you’re still hard.”

“I know sugar. We’re not over yet.” His smirk was devilish and brows furrowed with confusion. “What?” You meekly asked. He pecked the corner of your lips and cooed at you. His eyes were like that of a hunter who had a prey fall into his trap.

“Did you use your little vibrator when I wasn’t here?” Your orgasm had left you hazy and everything was difficult to comprehend. “Huh?” How did Bucky even know? “Aww, you’re so cute. But I know I haven’t fucked you dumb, not yet. Did you really think you could hide that pathetic thing from me?”

“I… I… no…” you couldn’t find words to respond and Bucky just chuckled. “You’re such a whore.” You gawked at his words but you couldn’t deny that they still aroused you. Bucky’s eyes searched your face for any discomfort, and when they found none, he visibly relaxed.

“I told you sugar, this pussy belongs to me. And you have no right to play with it without my permission.” You were right, you had unleashed a monster. “I was so proud of you sugar because I thought you were my good girl. But turns out your just a whore”

“No… no Bucky, I am your good girl.” You wanted to be Bucky’s good girl more desperately than you’d ever wanted anything else in your life. “Don’t worry sugar, I’m gonna make you my good girl again.” You couldn’t get if it was your post orgasmic haze or if you were really dumb, but you didn’t understand what he was saying. “Means?”

He quickly flipped you around and you squealed in surprise. His hands ran over your back and you moaned as you felt the dual sensation of hot and cold. Bucky bent down to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna punish you for being a bad girl.”

“Hnngg..” your brain stopped working when he said that. His hands kneaded your ass and your gulped at the realisation. You were shivering like a leaf on a windy day as his hands took your time warming up your already heated body. “Are you gonna be good?”

“Yes..!” You nearly screamed when you felt his metal hand spank your ass. You knew it wasn’t at all a hard blow for him, but for you, it was a whole another case. Your previously accumulated tears finally sprang through and you openly sobbed in your pillow.

The pain you felt at first very quickly melted into pleasure. Bucky’s flesh hand was reassuringly rubbing your shoulder and grounding you. He didn’t give a warning before landing another blow on your other ass cheek. This time though, you moaned.

You knew his hand was going to bruise you up, and the thought of you carrying the marks your husband left on you made a warm feeling flutter in your chest. He landed the next two spanks in quick succession and your previously taut body nearly melted into the bed like warm butter.

“Just one more sugar.” You were ready for another one but tonight, Bucky was all about surprising you. You shrieked when his flesh hand came down on your throbbing cunt. Your legs twitched from the blow as his hand landed straight on your clit.

“Sshhhh… you were so good for me. So good.” Bucky’s degradation and praise were like the perfect combination of fire and ice. It felt as if he pushed you from the cliff but pulled you back right when you were about to fall.

Bucky had ruined you and it was all you ever wanted. You cried out when he lined his cock with your hole and pushed in. He entered you slowly, making your over sensitive walls feel every thick inch of him. His cock felt bigger than usual and you were so full, you could barely move.

Your body and mind felt like molasses and you went pliant on the bed with a soft sigh. Bucky held your hips tightly as he started fucking you again. Your mind went completely blank and the only thing you could think of was the way Bucky’s cock rammed into you.

You tried crawling away a little as everything felt too much but Bucky held you back tightly. “No sugar. Why are you running now? Didn’t you ask for this? You wanted to be my cumdump, didn’t you? That’s the only thing you’re good for; keeping your husband’s cock warm.”

Bucky was grunting in your ear and you were loving the sounds he was making. He had lost all his control and was rutting into you like an animal focused only on his primal instincts. You felt the coil get tighter in your core and you knew it was about to snap.

“I’ve always thought about making you a mommy. Fucking you so deep and good that you swell with my baby. Wouldn’t that be nice? You all full and round with my child. God, I can’t wait to knock you up.”

You imagined what Bucky was saying and that was enough to make you cum. Your throat was hoarse from screaming before and you just silently writhed on his cock as you came. Soon, you felt his hot seed fill you up and your orgasmed prolonged further until you were floating in a love drunk haze.

When you came back to your senses, you were being carried in Bucky’s arms. You smiled dopily and nuzzled into Bucky’s neck, you always loved that Bucky could pick you up like you weighed nothing. You sighed dreamily when he lowered you down in warm water which you lately realised was your bathtub.

He settled behind you and you cling to him like a koala. “Hello sugar. How are you feeling?” His voice soothed you. “Good.” You didn’t think you were capable of saying more than single words. “Hmm. Did you like that?” He asked as he pressed soft kisses to your face and hair.

“Loved it.” You mumbled and Bucky chuckled lovingly at your drunken state. “You’re so cute sugar. I love you. And thanks for telling me what you wanted.” You hummed lazily before muttering back, “I love you too.”

You were falling in and out of haze as Bucky gently washed you. Your love for your husband grew ten folds as he knew when to be gentle and when to be hard. “Bucky?” He hummed back in interest as you closed your eyes and laid back on his chest. “What do you think of bondage?”

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[buckydaisy]

cast parties

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

request: “I would also like to make a request for Sebastian Stan x reader. The reader and the Marvel cast are all sitting together talking and the reader is playing with Seb's hair and he falls asleep because he was up filming a scene late last night. Mackie and Evans notices and teases them” - @bbl32

word count: 1.3k

“We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to. We could go home and order some takeout.” Sebastian suggested, letting his hand inch up your thigh. You instantly shook your head. “You told your friends we would come to this party.” You reminded him.

He groaned, placing a kiss on your cheek. “I just got back from filming for three months, and I want to spend time with you. Just you.” He said, pouting.

“We have all day tomorrow to spend time together. Besides, I’ll be by your side all night.” You assured him.

Whenever he came back from filming, he became the clingiest man alive. All he wanted to do was wrap you up in his arms. His love language was definitely physical touch. You loved that about him. You loved watching your giant muscular boyfriend turn into a cuddly teddy bear.

He finally agreed to go inside, but you still almost had to drag him to the door. As you opened the door, your ears were overwhelmed by all the people that were talking to each other.

Robert had organized a party with most of the marvel cast, which by now was a lot of actors.

Sebastian’s fingers naturally interlaced with yours as he walked further into the house. You followed behind, weaving through the crowd of people.

He recognized Chris and Anthony and made a beeline for them. “Hey, there they are!” Chris said, turning to face you both. They gave you both hugs with big smiles on their faces.

As soon as you pulled away from them, Sebastian wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. “Didn’t you just get home from filming?” Anthony asked, shocked that you both showed up to the party.

He nodded his head, still clinging to you. “I landed this afternoon. I was home for maybe an hour before we drove here.” He explained.

Chris chuckled to himself. “So that explains the clinginess.” He joked, earning a laugh from you. You nodded your head, still giggling at the joke.

Chris was one of your close friends, and you may have mentioned how affectionate Sebastian gets when he comes home from filming.

“I’m going to get a drink. I’ll be right back.” You said, pressing a light kiss to Sebastian’s cheek. He nodded before returning his attention to Anthony and Chris.

You skillfully weaved back through the crowd until you got to the kitchen. “Oh my god, you’re here!” You heard someone exclaim. As you turned around to see who it was, you felt Lizzie pull you into a hug. “I can’t believe you made it. We all assumed you and Sebastian would have been at home asleep on the couch.” She said, giggling.

You felt a small smile slip onto your cheeks as you remembered Sebastian suggesting that exact idea. “I was able to convince him to come somehow. It had been too long since we had seen everybody. We might end up leaving early, he’s exhausted from his flight.” You said, as you poured your drink.

“Speak of the devil.” Lizzie said, laughing to herself. You turned around to see what she meant. You were face to face with Sebastian. “I missed you.” He whined, pulling you close and burying his head in your neck. You instantly noticed the giant smirk on Lizzie’s face as she watched him turn into a man-child.

“I was only gone for maybe five minutes. Go hang out with the guys. Besides, I haven’t gotten to gossip about you with Lizzie yet.” You joked, pushing him towards the doorway. He pouted before walking back into the living room.

Lizzie’s smirk stayed plastered on her face. “You both are my favorite couple, it’s official.” She told you. You felt a wave of pride wash over you. It always made you beam when people told you that yours and Sebastian’s relationship was adorable.

“So what’s new?” You asked her, taking a sip of your drink.

By the end of the night, there was barely anyone left at the party. The few of you that were left standing were gathered in the living room. There was Robert, Evans, Hemsworth, Lizzie, Anthony, Bettany, Zoe, Hiddleston, Sebastian, and you.

You had chosen a seat on the couch, and Sebastian was sitting in front of you on the floor.

He was only half listening to the conversation. The only thing he could think about was how he would get to cuddle with you when he got home. He had missed your touch, but his lack of sleep was starting to catch up to him.

He glanced back at you to be met by your gentle smile. He leaned over, resting his head on your thighs. Naturally, your fingers found your way to his hair.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to run your fingers through his hair. Actually, you did it all the time. So, you should’ve known that it would put him right to sleep.

You ran your fingers through the brown locks. His hair was longer than the last time you saw him last. It was still just as soft though. Your nails scratched against his scalp, relaxing him just enough.

You happened to glance down and you realized his eyes had fluttered closed. He was peacefully asleep. A smile crept onto your face as you admired him. You continued to run your fingers through his hair, while half listening to the conversation.

Hemsworth was telling some funny story about something his kid had said, but no matter how hard you tried, your sleeping boyfriend still stole your attention.

“It’s past somebody’s bed time.” Evans teased, being the first to notice. Everyone followed his gaze and saw Sebastian dead asleep. “It’s cause somebody keeps him up late.” Anthony said, sending a wink straight your way.

The joke earned a few laughs from the gang. “Oh shush, he’s just tired. He’s had a long day.” You said. You could hear his soft breaths in and out.

“How is it that he’s asleep and still as close to you as possible?” Anthony asked, not passing any opportunity to tease you and Sebastian. You brushed his hair out of his face, loving the way his hair felt between your fingers. “I think it’s adorable.” Lizzie said, watching the sweet gesture.

Sebastian stirred under your touch. “What’s going on?” He asked, realizing everyone was staring at him. Before you could dismiss it, Chris took the opportunity to tease him. “Somebody fell asleep because it’s past their bed time.” He said, in a baby voice.

Sebastian realized what was happening and rolled his eyes. “Ha ha ha,” he pretended to laugh at the joke. You giggled to yourself as you watched. “Question for you: do you always fall asleep when she runs her fingers through your hair?” Anthony asked, continuing the teasing.

You stood up, grabbing his hands. “Come on. I think we should get going, considering you’re so tired.” You said, pulling Sebastian to his feet.

“You both are adorable. Don’t listen to them.” Lizzie said giggling. You wrapped you arm around his side, guiding him towards the door. “Goodnight everybody. We’ll see you soon.” You said, leaning into Sebastian’s side.

Once you both got into the car, he pulled in for a kiss. “Hi there.” You mumbled, smiling at him. He pressed another quick kiss to your lips. “I’ve really missed you.” He said, softly.

After all the time apart, it was nice to just be able to sit together. There was no place you would rather be than in Sebastian’s arms.

“Then, let’s go home and get to bed.” You said, giving him one last kiss. He pulled out of the driveway, one hand in yours. “I love you.” He said, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“I love you too.” You said, happy he was finally back home with you.

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[chrisevansjellybeans]

Undercover | Mob!Steve Rogers

I saw this post  by @rosierose-e​ and got inspired to write this mob! Steve Rogers smut. All mistakes are my own. 

ALSO THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS! Love you all and appreciate the support immensely! Thank you :) 

Warning: Smut!!! NSFW choking, cockwarming, swearing

Part Two

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You squinted as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The weight of the false lashes a foreign feeling on your eyes. You felt like a clown. This was not you at all. You wore the basics: some foundation, concealer, blush, mascara and if you were really feeling fancy a lip gloss. But nothing heavy. One, your skin was unforgiving and if you went heavier than the BB cream you used you would have pimples for days. Two, in your line of work heavy makeup just wasn’t ideal. 

“Wow, you look amazing.” You looked up in the mirror to see the rookie Peter Parker getting into the van behind you. Peter was sweet, a little naive, but a good agent nonetheless. He had joined the force about three months ago and Director Fury had insisted he learn from the best, so now he was your partner for the remainder of the year. 

“Thanks, Pete.” You sighed as you straightened up, pulling the hem of the skin tight black dress down only to have it bunch up again. “I feel ridiculous.” 

“Well you don’t look it.” He handed you a cup of coffee and you took it with a grateful smile. You needed all the caffeine you could get tonight. 

Tonight you were going undercover at the notorious Red White and Blue Gala hosted by none other than notorious mob boss Steve Rogers. It was his lame attempt and pretending to be an upstanding citizen but hosting an event in honor of the men and women in service. A good cause but for a bad reason. It was rumored that more than just helpful charity happened at this event. 

 You and the rest of your team had been tailing Rogers for close to two years. Trying to get anything to tie the bastard down to all the crimes you knew his organization was behind. But he was good at his job. Leaving no trace evidence that could link any of the nefarious acts back to him. 

He was a cocky son of a bitch and you wanted to be the one to nail him. 

Peter glanced down at the watch on his wrist before clapping his hands together. “Almost showtime, partner.” 

You felt your hands get clammy as the nerves started to wrack your body. You had done undercover work before in the last seven years you’ve been a part of the force but there was something different about this one. Something more dangerous. Steve Rogers was a dangerous man. 

You turned back to the mirror and fixed your hair and makeup one last time before letting out a long breath. You again tried to pull down the hem of the dress but with no avail. You wanted badly to be mad at the catering company that you had been able to infiltrate but you knew that this was probably the work of Rogers. Sick bastard. 

You slipped on the four inch heels they gave you and you nearly stumbled into Peter as you tried to take a step. Heels. Another thing not usually worn in your line of business. 

“Okay, this is a listening device.” Peter explained as he pinned a small but beautiful butterfly pin on your right breast. You couldn’t help but chuckle as his hands fumbled as he accidentally grazed over where your nipple would be. “Sorry.” 

“It’s a boob, Parker. It’s fine.” Peter just nodded before finishing pinning it. 

“Anyway,” he continued. “It’ll be recording everything that we need and coming right back here to my feed in the van. It’s small enough that it won’t get detected by any scanners. Unfortunately we won’t be able to communicate but if you say ‘pineapple’ we’ll come in and get you out.” 

“Pineapple.” You said more to yourself than to Peter. 

“Pineapple. And I mean, Y/N. Anything starts to get fishy you get out of there. Roger’s is ruthless.” 

“I know.” You patted his shoulder. “Thanks for looking out for me, rook.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He pushed you out the van. “Kick ass, partner.” 

You gave him a small salute before turning around and following another group of girls dressed just like you into the expansive mansion in front of you. 

You tried not to be too awestruck as you took in the structure of the building. It looked like something out of an old mystery novel. The entire place was dark. Dark wood and dark furniture. The lights all a dimmed tan light that fed into the mysterious atmosphere. Your eyes darted to the artwork that littered the wall, all depictions of a fall from grace. 

Is that how you see yourself, Rogers? A fallen angel? 

“Hey!” You snapped back to attention as a frantic voice called over to you. “What the hell are you doing? Get to the kitchen.” 

You bit your tongue as you glared at the rude man before following the rest of the women into the kitchen. 

Dressed all like you, there were probably about twenty other women there. All of them easily could have been supermodels. The rude man pushed you towards a group of about three of them who were all balancing drinks on a tray. 

“Grab one and go.” The man, Stan you gathered from his nametag, said before turning to another group of women. You picked up a tray and prayed to all powers in the universe that the combination of full glasses of wine and these heels didn’t cause you to completely embarrass yourself. 

The ballroom was huge. You suddenly felt very small as you wandered around the room, offering drinks to some of New York’s most high profile residents. You kept your eyes peeled for the familiar mob boss. Your heart rate sped up as you noticed him across the room, chatting with a beautiful woman. You watched as he leaned down and whispered something to her, causing her to blush before playfully pushing his shoulder. He just smirked before turning his attention to the man on the other side of him-Clint Barton, completely ignoring her now, but she still stayed by his side watching his every move. 

Pathetic. 

You had to get to him. Get him alone and get him talking. But how? 

“Well aren’t you the prettiest thing in the room.” You felt yourself stiffen as a pair of hands wandered down your back and rested on your hip. The smell of expensive cologne attacking your senses. 

Slowly you turned around to find James “Bucky” Barnes looking at you like a predator to its prey. Bucky, was Steve’s right hand man. His best friend. He was handsome. Dark hair, even darker blue eyes and a smirk, that if he was anyone else, would have your panties melted off before you could even blink. You glanced down at the infamous metal arm that was hidden underneath an expensive suit jacket, but his hand flexed slightly as he noticed you looking at it. 

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.” You forced out. “Can I offer you a drink?” You pushed the tray between the two of you in offering and also creating more space. 

“No, I’m all set, doll.” He raised his glass of scotch. “Just wanted to talk to a pretty thing like you.” 

“There are plenty of other beautiful women here.” You said, your voice slightly cold. You hoped he would get the hint. 

“None quite like you.” He smirked and you fought everything in you to roll your eyes. 

“Does that line actually work?” 

Bucky took a step back at your bluntness. You see out of the corner of your eye, Rogers and Barton start to head towards the door. You had to make a move, because if he left to go do business he might not come back down for a while. 

“It was nice talking to you, Mr. Barnes.” You quickly moved past him, ignoring his short “wait”. You rushed, but not too obviously, towards where Steve was heading. If you went fast enough you could cut him off. You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you tripped over your heels, the tray in your hand shooting forward and the glasses of red wine landing square on Steve Rogers’ suit. 

“What the fuck?” The room went silent at his angry outburst. You stumbled as you tried to stand up, but were immediately hoisted up when his large hands wrapped around the tops of your arms. 

“I’m so sorry, sir.” You sputtered. For a moment you forgot where you were. Why you were here. His blue eyes, dark with fury, scanned your face as he held your arms. You had never really taken a good look at him. All pictures in his file weren’t anything special or high definition. But now, seeing him up close? You were beginning to understand the woman from earlier giddiness. 

He was beautiful. 

You bit your lip as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. You suddenly felt very aware of your body and the fact that he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. 

“Go.” He pushed you towards the door he had been walking to with Barton. You walked through the door with shaky legs as you heard him mutter something to Barton before following you. 

“Sir, I’m so-” 

“Shut up.” He growled as he stepped through the door, the heavy wood slamming shut behind him. “Walk.” 

You hesitated. You didn’t know where he wanted you to walk to. Grumbling, Steve once again pushed you forward and you just started walking down the hallway. As you walked down you noticed a door that was slightly ajar. You glanced in while walking past and took note of the firearms and drugs that were very obviously there.

“Keep. Walking.” Steve’s voice was harsh in your ear before you heard him slam the door shut. 

“Yes, sir.” you muttered. 

The two of you continued to walk until you made it to the room at the end of the hall. Tentatively you opened it, waiting for any different direction, but Steve remained silent behind you so you continued. 

The room was...different. It was very different from the dark vibe of the rest of the house. There was a large bay window to your left that overlooked the back of the house that homed a large garden and pool. The walls were painted a soft beige and the furniture a lighter wood than the rest of the house. Even the bed was covered in a white duvet that looked like a cloud just waiting to be jumped on. It was homey. It was nice. 

“Mr. Rogers-” 

“Who do you work for?” He demanded, shutting the door. 

You froze. You tried hard to make sure your face didn’t give away anything as he stared you down. You didn’t let your gaze falter as he stalked closer to you. 

“Lee’s Catering.” You answered earnestly. 

“Bullshit.” He was now only a foot away from you. His broad shoulders heaving as he raked you up and down. “I know every single girl that works for Stan. I’ve never seen you before. So answer me again and honestly this time. Who the fuck do you work for?” 

“So he’s not allowed to hire new girls?” You snapped, immediately covering your mouth with your hand. 

Fuck. 

“Watch your tone with me, sweetheart. You’re on very thin ice right now.” He closed the final gap between the two of you and you gasped when his hand went around your throat, but not tightening enough to cut off any oxygen. 

“That old bat isn’t allowed to hire anyone that I haven’t vetted.” He hissed in your ear. You shuttered as the vibrato of his voice sent shivers straight down to your core. 

“Please.” Your voice came out in a whisper as your eyes pleaded with him. 

Steve opened his mouth but nothing came out, his nose brushed along the curve of your neck and you sucked in a breath as his mouth latched onto the sensitive spot underneath your jaw. 

“Strip.” He commanded, pushing you back causing you to fall onto the bed. 

“What?” 

“Take off your fucking clothes so I can see if you’re wired.” He snapped. You slowly pulled at the hem of your dress before drawing it up your body and over your head. Before you could fully get it off he stopped you. Your heart stopped as he reached over to the butterfly pin and pulled it off the dress. You watched in horror as he walked to his door, opening it and calling out to someone at the end of the hall. 

“Yeah boss?” You tried to see him, but Steve’s frame was blocking the small opening in the door. 

“Take this and run a test. Let me know if it’s bugged.” He demanded before closing the door. When he turned around he raised an expectant eyebrow at you letting you know you still had to take off the dress. You resumed your actions and turned your face away when his eyes flared at the matching set of red lingerie you had on underneath. 

“See? No wires.” You whispered. 

Steve didn’t say anything as he stalked towards you, rolling up the sleeves to the dress shirt he had on. Your body flushed as he leaned over you, his strong arms resting on either side of your chest. Slowly, he moved on hand to the strap of your bra before lowering it down off your shoulder. His thumb brushed over your pebbling nipple and you wanted to smack the smirk that formed on his face straight off. 

“I better double check you’re not hiding anything anywhere.” He muttered before pulling the cup of your bra down, exposing your left breast. You shuttered as his thumb brushed over it again, this time with no barrier. His mouth was hot as wrapped his lips around the bud, causing you to let out an unwilling moan. Your hips bucked up as his tongue expertly ran over your nipple. His deftly unclipped your bra and moved his mouth to your other breast and continued the same assault. His hands moved down to your hips to steady them from bucking against his growing member. 

“Hmm, looks like we’re clear up here.” He chuckled as his lips moved up to your jaw before capturing your mouth with his. 

The kiss was fiery and embarrassingly so sent a wave of pleasure down to your aching core. You moaned into the kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair, giving it a tight tug. Steve growled at your movements as he fully leaned into you now, his muscular thighs trapping yours on the bed. 

You ran your tongue along his bottom lip before slipping it in to find his own. You nearly came as Steve moaned into your mouth, his hands tightening on you and pulling you up to meet his rutting hips. Using all your strength you spun the two of you around, your mouths still connected, so you were now straddling his pelvis. You pulled away from the kiss and sat up. 

Steve slowly opened his eyes, his pupils blown in desire as he looked up at you through hooded eyes. You began to unbutton his wine stained shirt, running your hands over his porcelain skin when it was fully opened. You traced your fingers over the tattoos that littered his abs and ribs. You took pleasure in the fact that Steve would shiver with every pass of your fingertip. 

“I’m sorry about the stain, Mr. Rogers.” You said innocently, leaning down, your breasts pushed together as they rested on his now bare chest. 

“You should be, princess.” His voice was deep. You let out a small yelp as one of his hands gave a harsh slap to your ass. “This is an expensive shirt. And don’t even get me started on the trousers.” 

You hummed in understanding as you gave tiny kisses across his jaw and neck, taking time to suck on the skin around his collarbone. Your hands wandered down his body till they came in contact with the trousers in question. Slowly you sat up, running your hands over the stain on his pants but your eyes never leaving his. 

“I hope you can get the stain out.” You licked your lips as you moved your body down his own until your face was directly by his crotch and the stain. You sucked on the stain near his cock and smiled when his member jumped in his briefs. You slowly pulled down his pants until he was just in his underwear, his cock trying so hard to break free from it’s confines. 

Steve groaned as you finally freed his aching member. You gave the tip a little kitten lick as you looked up at him. He was now resting his weight on his arms as he leaned back and watched you in absolute wonder. You brushed your thumb across the tip, dragging the precum that had gathered there down the rest of his shaft. Your mouth watered at the thought of having him in your mouth. But you wanted to torture him a bit more. 

You ran your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, while your hand squeezed lightly at the base. You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue playing with the slit there before pulling back with a pop. 

“Mhmm, tasty.” You continued treating him like your own personal lollipop, but never fully enveloping his dick in your mouth. 

“Sweetheart, either fucking suck it like I know you can or I’ll shove it down your fucking throat.” Steve wrapped your hair into a makeshift ponytail and forced your head up. “Got it?” 

You didn’t respond, instead you finally took him into your mouth. You pushed past your gag reflex and took him all the way in until your nose brushed against the hairs on his naval. 

“Oh fuck.” Steve’s voice praised as he started moving his hips, fucking his cock down the back of your throat. 

Your eyes watered as you let him use your throat as his own little fuck toy. You reached between your legs trying to relieve the tension that was building there. You moaned around his cock as your fingers toyed with your clit. 

“Shit, I wanna come in that fucking pussy.” He moaned as he pulled you off the floor and threw you back on the bed. You laid back, your fingers moving back to your clit as you watched him fully take off his clothes. He watched you with interest as you moved your lace panties to the side and slid a finger up your slit, gathering your juices before gently rubbing your clit again. He ran his hands up your legs before grabbing your hand and stopping your actions. 

“This,” He patted harshly against your pussy and you moaned at the sensation. “Is mine. Don’t touch, unless I tell you to.” 

“Yes, sir.” You moaned as his fingers replaced yours. Your back arched as he dipped one finger into your hole. 

“Fuck, baby. When was the last time somebody fucked this little cunt? You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He moaned, watching as your pussy greedily closed around his finger. 

“You’re gonna feel so good around my cock, sweetheart.” Steve’s eyes met yours and for a moment he looked like a man that you might actually want to be with. His cold exterior was gone and replaced with a man who was just as lustfully lost as you were. 

“I want your cock now. Please.” you cried out as he slipped another finger in. Your body bucking as he curled his fingers up hitting that spot that so few had been able to get to with you. 

“Yeah? My little slut wants daddy’s cock to fill her up?” He leaned over you, capturing your lips again. You moaned into his mouth at his words. You never admitted it to anyone but you always had a little bit of a daddy kink. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over you. 

“Please, daddy.” You whimpered against his lips as your hips bucked against his. “Please fuck me.” 

Steve chuckled darkly, kissing you quickly again, before ripping your panties clean off your body. You didn’t even care that he just ruined the most expensive pair of underwear you owned. You just needed his cock in you now. 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched him lineup his cock with your dripping hole, slowly pushing the head into your tight channel. You both let out moans as he bottomed out. He fell forward, his forehead resting against yours. You whined as you tried to move your hips against his but he just forced them down with his hands. 

“Steve!” You all but screamed. “Please.” 

“Patience, baby.” He said through gritted teeth. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Squeezing daddy’s cock so good. I just need a minute.” 

You let out a humph as you continued to buck your hips against his. 

“What the fuck did I just say?” He growled, he leaned up and wrapped his hand around your throat. “Don’t be a fucking brat.” 

You opened your mouth to apologize but it was overtaken as you let out a yelp as he pulled himself out before slamming his cock back into you. You threw your head back as he fucked into you relentlessly, his hand tightening around your throat. You were in a state of euphoria as his cock dragged in and out of your walls. 

“Oh my god.” You mewl as he continues to completely destroy your pussy. Before you could process what’s happening, Steve flips you over so your face is pushed into the fluffy comforter. He pulls your hips back so your ass is in the air and he easily slides back into you. 

“Tight little cunt fucking loves my cock.” You cry out as his hand delivers a slap against your ass before moving to your hips and pushing you back onto his dick. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot. 

“Daddy!” You call out. Steve leans over and pulls you up by your neck, causing your back to be flush with his front as he fucks up into you. His other hand moves down to play with your clit. 

“Are you gonna come baby girl? I feel your pussy milking my cock. You wanna come?” He growls in your ear. “Huh? You wanna come all over my cock?” 

“Yes! Oh god, yes!” 

“I’m so close, princess.” He drops his head into the crook of your neck. “Come on, baby. Squeeze my cock, make daddy come with you.” 

You feel that familiar feeling in your tummy as your orgasm approaches. 

“Shit.” You breathe out as your orgasm gets closer and closer. Steve’s fingers move faster against your clit. You cry out as your orgasm finally crashes over you. Steve lets out a groan as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his cum shooting inside your walls. 

“You feel so good.” He breathes as his orgasm dies down. You hum in agreement but you’re too tired to say anything else. You close your eyes as you feel Steve lower your both to the bed. You whimper as he pulls out of you. 

“I’ll be right back.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and you just give him a nod. You’re completely incoherent. Totally fucked out. He’s gone for a couple minutes and you hear the water in the bathroom running before he comes back. With your eyes closed you don’t see how he pauses at the side of bed, appreciating the curves of your body as you curled yourself under one of his many blankets. 

You whine as you feel him move the blanket before running a washcloth between your legs. “Steve?” 

“Yes, princess?” You hate that your stomach flutters at the nickname. 

“Don’t leave.” You mutter, closing your eyes once more. 

Steve doesn’t respond for a second and at first you think that he’s going to leave but then you feel the bed dip and a strong arm pulling you close. You smile to yourself as your hand lands on top of his. 

“Get some rest.” He whispers in your ear. 

“Mmkay.” you hum and you don’t know if it’s your imagination or not but you swore you felt Steve smile against your skin. 

You wake with a jolt. You glance at the clock and curse silently. You’ve been asleep for two hours. You turn over and see Steve still there, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. You find yourself staring at his long eyelashes and how they rest gently along the tops of his cheek. He doesn’t look like a scary mob boss here. He looks human. He looks peaceful. 

“I can feel you staring.” Steve opens one eye and gives you a small smile. “Like what you see?” 

You gasp as he grabs you and has you straddle his hips. You rest your hands easily on his chest and stare down at him, smirking as you feel his cock start to stir. 

“Hmmm, I love these.” His hands reach up and twist at your nipples causing you to bite back a moan. 

“Steve…” 

“And your pussy is so responsive to me, princess. It’s like it was made for me.” He rubs his thumb across your clit. “I can feel how wet you are again.” 

“Well you’re playing with my clit. Of course I’m gonna get wet.” You retort. 

Steve raises an eyebrow at you. “You really think being sassy is in your best interest?” 

You roll your eyes but don’t respond. Steve grumbles before lifting you up a bit and impaling you on his now hard cock. 

“Fuck!” You slap his chest and Steve chuckles. Nonetheless you start rocking your hips against his. 

“Nuh uh,” Steve tuts. He holds your hips still. “You’re just gonna sit here like this. Keep me nice and warm.” 

“Steveeee.” You whine, lowering your head to his chest. 

“Don’t be such a brat then.” He growls. You raise your head to look at him and even though his words are tough, his eyes are soft. And for a moment your taken back. “So sit still for daddy.” 

You groan but stay still. Steve runs his fingers up and down your back, tracing patterns along your skin and you hum in appreciation. Your peaceful moment is upended though when his phone rings on the nightstand next to him. 

“Rogers.” He answers quickly. You stay quiet as you hear the voice on the other end of the line talk about the product movement. You smirk to yourself as Steve begins to discuss logistics, completely ignoring your presence. 

“I’m a little busy, Stark.” Tony Stark? As in Mayor of the city Tony Stark? He was in on this too. “I’ll call you back.” Steve threw his phone back on the nightstand and brought your face up to his to pull you into a searing kiss. 

“Please, daddy?” You say against his lips. You start rocking your hips again and this time, Steve doesn’t stop you. 

You're a moaning mess as Steve’s hips snap up yours, your orgasm fast approaching. 

“Gonna cum already?” 

“Yes, yes! Oh god, I’m so close!” You breathe as he quickens his pace. 

“Cum, baby girl. Make a mess on daddy.” He groans, his head tipping back. 

“Steve!” You choke out as your body spasms with pleasure. Steve comes quickly after you and you shutter as you feel his seed leaking out of your worn out hole. 

You lay your head down on his chest again and try to gather your thoughts. You need to get out of here. 

“I should go.” You whisper, sitting up. Steve’s cock is still inside you and you almost don’t want to leave because you feel so full. 

“I wanna see you again.” He runs his fingers across your cheek. The sense of power you feel seeing the country’s biggest mob boss underneath you, drunk on your sex is overwhelming. You love the feeling. 

“You will. Soon.” You lean down and give him a deep kiss. “I promise.” You peck his lips once more before gathering your clothes from the floor. 

Slipping on your shoes you give him one last wink before hurrying out the door and down the hall. You manage to find a way to the kitchen without having to walk through the rest of the party and you sneak out behind a delivery man who brought in a ridiculously large ice sculpture. 

Once you're outside you take your heels off and run towards the van down the street. You hurriedly knock on the back, checking your surroundings to make sure no one sees you. Peter opens the door and he looks like he’s seen a ghost when he sees you. 

“Y/N!” He pulls you into the van. “Oh my god, I was getting worried. When we heard him say that he wanted to check the pin I had to turn off the devices so they wouldn’t get traced. And then you didn’t come out. But Fury said that you would be fine but man, I was so nervous and-”

“Parker, shut up and hand me a piece of paper.” You clapped your hands together, pulling him out of his ramble. Peter nodded and handed you a pen and paper watching intently as you started writing down everything you overheard on the phone call. 

“What is this?” 

“Rogers is working with Stark and they're moving some sort of product tomorrow.” You said proudly.

“How did you...this is huge!” 

“My Ma always said that there are two ways to get to a man. One is through his stomach and the other is in his pants.” You shrugged. 

“And I’m guessing you didn’t make him a grilled cheese sandwich.” Peter makes a face. 

“Not exactly.” You laugh. “Now let’s go. We gotta get this to Fury.” 

Part 2

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Ok so I was thinking about that scene with bucky when he realized he no longer had the words and boy do I need fluff after that 😭 So could u do a Stucky fic where its the reader and Steve being there for Bucky after he comes back with Ayo. I need fluff after todays episode 😭😭

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Summary: Y/N and Steve support Bucky when he is freed from the brainwashing that was done to him.

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“Steve, you’ve been pacing for the past five minutes, I’m starting to get dizzy,” Y/N observed in an attempt to lighten the tension in the air as she watched her blonde boyfriend walk back-and-forth continuously. 

Steve came to a halt, slumping his broad shoulders in relaxation and finally sitting down next to her on the ground. He leaned back, grabbing Y/N’s hand to hold it. The Captain looked up at the sky, connecting the few stars that were visible into loose constellations. “You don't have to watch me,” he grumbled lowly. 

Y/N briefly smiled, squeezing his hand and not taking her eyes off him. “Bucky will be fine, Steve,” she reassured him, tone soft and soothing. 

Steve sighed. “What if it doesn’t work? What if we goes into Winter Soldier mode? What if-?” He began to ramble, letting out the worries he had bottled up. 

Another squeeze of his hand from Y/N quieted him. “They have protocols in place, Stevie,” she reminded him. “This will work, okay?” 

He took a moment to gather his thoughts and nodded. Finally looking over at her, they sat in silence, content with each other’s presence, both trying to calm their own anxieties. 

It was a couple more minutes until footsteps were heard and the man and the woman sat up, only to look over and see Bucky emerging, tear stains on his face. Not knowing whether these were happy or sad tears, Steve and Y/N scrambled to their feet and hurried over to him. 

“What happened?” Y/N asked at the same time as Steve said, “Did it work?” 

Bucky gulped, not meeting their eyes for a moment. With a shaky breath, he grasped both their hands. “It worked. Wakanda freed me,” he revealed in a whisper, his voice nearly breaking.

Big smiles spread across both Steve and Y/N’s faces, in happiness and relief, and they wrapped their arms around their boyfriend, engaging him in a loving and safe embrace. Bucky wasn’t crying because it hadn’t worked, he was crying because after decades of being under someone else’s control, he was in control of himself again, he was out of Hydra’s grip. 

“Buck,” Steve murmured, burying his face into the brunette’s shoulder while Y/N let her happy tears come and ran a hand through his hair. Bucky smiled, relieved to be in their arms, and wrapped his arms around them both, pulling them close. 

After nearly a minute, Steve and Y/N pulled back, the three just looking at each other. “As happy and as grateful as I am, I . . . I don’t know who I am or how to live without being under Hydra’s brainwash now. I’ve lived as their soldier for so long, I’ve forgotten how to live as me,” he admitted, looking at the ground. 

Y/N, after wiping her eyes, cupped Bucky’s cheeks in both her hands. “Hey,” she whispered, sniffing quietly. “You’re gonna figure that out and I’ll be there to help you, okay?” 

Bucky practically melted, needing her touch. He nodded, and Y/N stood on her tippy toes to kiss him softly. When she stepped back, she noticed the almost heartbroken look on Steve’s face, and instantly knew what was wrong. 

“I don’t want to leave you two,” he said, looking at them both. Wakanda had agreed to house him and Sam briefly when they got word that Wakanda had figured out how to remove Bucky’s brainwash. Now that it was successful, he and Sam would have to back on the run while Y/N and Bucky stayed there. 

Y/N cupped Steve’s cheek with one hand and leaned over to give him a comforting kiss, before leaning back to let Bucky do the same. Bucky wrapped both his arms around Steve and Y/N smiled, thinking about how much she was in love with her boyfriends. 

“Let’s just enjoy the night while we have it, okay?” Y/N said to them both, recognizing that there was not much she could say to comfort Bucky, Steve, and herself. 

Her boys nodded and the three of them wrapped their arms around each other, walking back to the beautiful house Wakanda had graciously offered Y/N and Bucky. When they arrived, no one bothered to turn on the lights, since they were all tired, and they just all got into their bed to cuddle before going to sleep.

Bucky laid in-between Y/N and Steve, wrapping both arms around them while Y/N leaned her head on his head and held hands with Steve across Bucky’s stomach. Steve just leaned his head against Bucky’s arm.

“I love you two. Thank you for helping me through this,” Bucky murmured, kissing Y/N and then Steve on their foreheads.

Y/N and Steve both murmured “Of course”, sleep beginning to overtake them. Y/N was the first of the trio to fall asleep, murmuring something incoherent in her sleep (which her boyfriends thought were adorable). Bucky carefully moved her off of him and he and Steve got her under the covers, whispering to each other how cute she was. Bucky then laid on Y/N’s right while Steve laid on Y/N’s left, and not long after Steve fell asleep before Bucky did, too.

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[wearebothdrunk]

hey!! Can you do a pillow talk fic with sebastian stan?

yes, of course!

Pillow talk 

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word counting: 1712

Warnings: Smut; some fluff

Summary: Some pillow talk with you and sebastian

A/N: Thank you sm for the request! i loved the idea. i had to add some other things because i´m not creative enough to write a lot of pillow talk lmao. But hope you liked anyway. Also, this is the first time i write smut so i´m sorry if this is to awkward.

disclamer: If the Romanian quote it´s misspelled, please send me a message i took it from google translator.

Tag: @dpr-hoe

* gif not mine*

You and Sebastian were at the Marvel Studios all day because he had to do a lot of photoshoots for the new series "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier", in which your boyfriend was the protagonist.

You loved to be able to be with Sebastian in his work, but after 3 hours you were super tired.

"If you want, you can go home. Take the keys, I'll take an Uber," he said, grabbing your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead and handing you the keys.

" I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle another hour and go with you," you told him handing him back the keys.

"Okay love, but at least go get something to eat"

"Okay dad" you mocked him.

When he was going to tell you something, you got interrupted by his manager. "I hate to interrupt, but they need you Sebastian for one last shot." His face dropped.

"You need to go," you said trying to give him motivation.

"Okay," he said in a sad voice.

He gave you one last kiss and left for the session.

Sebastian was always very worried about you when you went to one of his sessions or interviews because they left him exhausted, so he didn't want you to feel the same way he did.

You decided to go and buy his favorite dessert to cheer him up, tiramisu. ( i searched that lmao)

you went to a store that you knew nearby to buy some.

By the time you got back, Sebastian was being photographed wearing Bucky's suit and the Cap's shield. He looked damn hot.

"Okay guys, let's take a quick break"

Sebastian ran to you.

"You disappeared for a moment. Is everything okay?" he said giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

"Yeah, I just went to get some food like you told me to."

" oh okay. Two more pictures and I´m all yours," he said smiling and kissing you again.

"I bought your favorite! "

He looked at you confused until you showed him a bag with a box of Tiramisu.

"TIRAMISU" he shouted laughing " this honestly made my day. thank you babe!" he said putting his two hands behind your neck and kissing you passionately.

"I think I have to buy you some more tiramisu han," you said giggling

"Aren't you going to eat now?" you asked him as he put the tiramisu back in the bag.

"I prefer to eat it on you" he whispered

It took you a moment to realize. "Wait... What?" you said

"I have to go, two more pictures."

You smiled. Did Sebastian Stan just said what you think he said?!

* 30 minutes later*

"I'm ready. let's go home".

*when you arrived home*

As you passed your door´s house, you were pulled into Sebastian's arms, leaving a small, almost non-existent, space between your lips and his. You giggled and he kissed you deeply. You both took off your shoes. He began to remove your clothes, starting with your jacket, leaving it on the floor, which you both stepped over. You made all of this without taking your lips from each other. As more you went up the stairs, the more undressed you became. You both arrived in the bedroom with only your underwear on.

"Where's the tiramisu?" he said in between the kiss.

"Why do you need the tiramisu?" you said pretending not to know.

you pulled him back in for another kiss. He pushed the kiss away making you moan.

"Y/n, the tiramisu?" he said impatiently

"downstairs" you mumbled

He pushed you, softly, onto the bed, making you be lying down.

"Wait here," he said in the middle of the kiss and got up.

" don't be long"

Seconds later he was already in the room again with the bag of tiramisu. He set it down on the bed and went straight to you for another kiss.

"God I missed you," you said

"I was only gone a few seconds," he said giggling

" Yeah, but for someone that is horny, that feels like hours" you pulled him in for another kiss.

He began to remove your panties and bra leaving only your necklace on.  You began to put your fingers under his boxers to pull them off for good.

"I want to fuck you so bad y/n" he whispered.

"Then fuck me," you said.

He began to run his lips all over your body, making you moan.

When he got close to your sensitive area, you could feel his breath. You put your hands tangled in his hair preparing yourself for what was coming, but to your surprise, he stopped.

"What? Really," you said in frustration.

" calm down babe. I'm not done yet."

You saw him grab the bag with the tiramisu you bought him.

" Really?" you said

He started to take the lid off and put a spoon inside taking a little bit to taste.

"This is really good y/n," he said with a pleased look on his face.

He started to lean towards you.

" do you want to taste it?" he asked you with a smirk

" okay"

he put a small piece of the dessert in your mouth getting you all dirty.

"Oh sorry, let me clean it up" he leaned in for a kiss and created a sensation that you never felt before.

you giggled.

"It tastes so much better on you babe," he said

he started to take some more, getting ready to put it in your belly and the rest of your body.

"Do you want it?" he asked to make sure you were comfortable.

You looked at him without answering. You could feel your heart beating and were sure that he could hear it too.

"That's okay babe, we can just save it for the movie"

you grabbed his hand. "no, I want Seb" you said.

"Are you sure?" he asked again

" yes"

As he heard those words coming from your mouth, he continued what he was doing before.

As soon as you felt the dessert touch your belly you let out a little moan.

" it's cold," you said giggling

He put it in all the pleasured places of your body. When it finally got close to your core you started to moan louder.

" Seb..." you said as you felt his lips sucking the mess he has done on you.

" God, I love you sm," he said in between your moans.

When he was ready, he posed the tiramisu on the bedside table, kissing you again.

" You are so beautiful" he whispered.

he started giving you kisses on the neck, driving you insane.

"I want you, Seb"

"I want you more" he whispered putting his cock inside of you.

you both moan.

As he moved in and out of you, your breaths became heavier.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he said after a few minutes

"God Seb, I'm gonna come too"

he started to go deeper and faster, making you come first

" oh god, you´re beautiful baby" he let out in his moans.

You started to moan louder when he finally came.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he lay down on your side.

You put your head on his shoulder and one of your legs on top of his.

"That was good," you said, looking up into his eyes.

He smiled, " yeah, it was a very good baby," he said pulling your hair away from your face.

"Why were you so nervous when I asked you to do... you know what," he asked you

" Oh, it was nothing," you said, clearly lying to him.

"Babe, the truth please. you can feel free to talk to me about that kind of stuff. You are my pattern, I don't want to put you in uncomfortable situations. "

"You didn't put me in an uncomfortable situation. I liked it, a lot." you giggled and he smiled. "But I was just afraid I wasn't up to your expectations in sex, you know? You're the first person I've ever had a real relationship with. Before you, I only had a one-night stand, which I regret. "

"Babe, you're always higher than my expectations. sex is not what I  most like about being with you, although it is great. I asked you if you wanted to do it because I feel we have that intimacy. I've never felt as comfortable with anyone as I do with you," he said.

You smiled and held him tighter.

You started talking and talking about everything and nothing. You felt comfortable with each other after all your feeling for him was unique.

"Say something in Romanian," you asked him

"what do you want me to say"

"I don't know, something"

" hmm, vreau să am o familie cu tine" he said smiling at you.

" That was hot," you said and he laughed.

" I'm sure that's a stupid or dirty sentence by your reaction," you said smiling.

" I said I want to have a family with you,"

You were speechless, did he really felt that way?

"and I mean it" he added. "But I don't want to pressure you or anything, let's do it when you feel read-."

he was interrupted with your lips pressed against his. "Let's do it." you said

He looked at you and you could see his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"are you, are you sure, I mean-"

"yes, that's all I want with you"

he got on top of you and you giggled. " I love you y/n"

"I love you too Sebastian Stan" and then he kissed you again.

" you could teach him Romanian," you said

" him?" he giggled.

" yes!!"

" no, first a girl and then a boy," he said smiling at you.

" Two kids?" you asked him

" well, yes, a boy and a girl, but if you don't want-"

" Two boys and one girl," you told him

" hell no," he said laughing

You spent the whole night arguing and laughing about your future making you both realize that this was all you wanted for life.

( they had two boys and one girl haha)

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[calwrites]

Fearless

Prequel to Don’t You

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Word count: 4.5k

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“Looks like it finally stopped raining.”

The murmur of the coffee shop was replaced by the sounds of the city as you followed Sebastian outside. The humidity seemed to hit you like a truck, making you miss the air conditioning you had just left.

“Finally. I thought I was going to be stuck in that coffee shop with you forever.” You laughed at the faux offended look on Sebastian’s face. “That’s what I get for not checking the weather.”

“Next time I’ll let you wait out the rain by yourself,” Sebastian threatened. His grin made the corners of his eyes crinkle a bit. Had they always done that? Had you just never noticed before?

“At least then I won’t have a bunch of teenage girls taking pictures of me the whole time. They’re scary. How do you deal with that all the time?” It had been disconcerting to have the group of girls staring at you and Sebastian as you sat and chatted. For a moment, you had thought you were crazy when you noticed them looking. The first thought you had was that you had something on your face or needed to fix your hair, but you realized why they were so focused on your table when they walked over to ask Sebastian for pictures.

Sebastian let out a sigh as he shrugged. For a second you were worried that you had said something wrong. “I just try to ignore it most of the time. I’m polite if they come up to me. I’d rather they like me than hate me.”

“I’m sure you have lots of stories. You’ll have to tell me sometime.” Your eyes widened when you realized what you’d said. What if he didn’t want to see you again? “I mean, if you’re staying in the city long. I’m sure you’re really busy.”

“I’ve got some promo to do soon, but I’m not filming again for a few months. I wanted a bit of the break.” Sebastian waved his hand. “Let’s not talk about my work. What about you? You taking the business world by storm?”

“Well I did just get a raise, so now I can almost afford my rent, groceries, and student loans.” The joys of living in New York City.

“Ah sounds like everything’s going well then. Are your parents still around?” Your parents had basically fallen in love with Sebastian when they first met him freshman year. A group of your friends had come over to your house for a movie night and Sebastian had insisted on staying to help you clean up after everyone else had left. Your mom had spent the next few weeks not so subtly dropping hints that she thought you should date him.

 “Yeah they’re still in Jersey. They tried to convince me to move in with them, but I told them I didn’t want to have to commute into the city every day. Of course, that set them off about how that’s what they’ve been doing my whole life because they didn’t want me growing up without a yard or whatever.”

“So it sounds like they haven’t changed much?” You shook your head slightly to force yourself to stop watching Sebastian as he laughed.

“No they have not.” You bumped your shoulder against Sebastian’s gently. “They’re your number one fans, you know.”

“Oh they are?” His eyebrows raised in surprise, and he was already fighting a smile, no doubt waiting to hear what embarrassing things your parents had done since high school graduation.

“They see all of your movies in theaters.” Multiple times, but you didn’t want Sebastian to think they were weirdos.

“Even the bad ones?”

“Even the bad ones. I did tell them that they aren’t allowed to buy any of the Bucky dolls.”

“They’re action figures.”

You rolled your eyes, but found yourself matching Sebastian’s smile anyway. “Whatever. It’d be weird seeing a mini version of you at my parents’ house. It’s bad enough that they still have a bunch of high school pictures hung up.”

“My mom does too. She’s going to be so excited when I tell her that I ran into you. You were always her favorite of our group.”

You stopped suddenly, grabbing Sebastian’s arm. He looked a little alarmed, but you ignored it. “Are you serious? I was always so scared of her. This is the best day of my life.” You had met Sebastian’s mom a couple of times throughout high school, but had never been able to tell whether or not she liked you.

“Scared of her? Why? Because of the accent?”

“The accent didn’t help, but really it was because she’s hot. That makes her intimidating.”

Sebastian groaned and pulled a face. “No. You can’t think my mom is hot. That’s not allowed. Take it back or I’m sending your parents all of the Bucky dolls I can find.”

“It’s not like I wanted to bang her or anything. I just think that she’s an attractive woman. Which makes sense considering how attractive you are.” Your mouth snapped shut. You weren’t sure who was blushing more, you or Sebastian. “Let’s forget about this whole conversation.” Sebastian laughed slightly and nodded.

It was silent between you two as you continued your walk through the streets. You weren’t really sure where he was going. You were heading to your car, but you couldn’t tell if Sebastian was also going somewhere or if he was just following you. If you had looked up, you would have noticed that Sebastian was watching you carefully. But you didn’t look up. Your eyes were on the pavement, watching the glow of the lights in the reflection from the rain.

“Do you remember that poster that was in our English class freshman year?” you asked suddenly. Sebastian’s brow crinkled slightly as he tried to remember, but then he followed your gaze to the glowing pavement and smiled.

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” The two of you laughed slightly as you remembered your slightly eccentric teacher. “We made fun of that poster so much.”

“It was a stupid poster. But remember it was raining when we were leaving the homecoming dance freshman year and we started dancing in the parking lot-”

“And all of our friends thought we were crazy,” Sebastian finished. “To be fair, we were crazy. That was probably the most fun part of the dance though.”

“Are you saying that I was a bad date?” You gasped and brought your hand up to your mouth as if Sebastian had offended you. Both of you dissolved into giggles.

“I’m saying that I was probably a bad date. I was so awkward. I had such a big crush on you.” Sebastian rubbed his neck uncomfortably. You definitely didn’t notice how the action made his arms look.

“Wait really?” This was news to you. You had always kind of assumed that Sebastian didn’t like you very much. He had always seemed to just tolerate your presence.

“Oh yeah. All the guys used to make fun of me because I got so awkward around you. That’s why I never talked when you were with us.”

“I just thought you were shy or something.” Or that he secretly hated you.

“Well that too,” Sebastian admitted with a small grin.

“You should have just told me. I had a crush on you too. I was so excited when you asked me to the dance.” You were so engrossed in conversation that you almost walked right past your car. “Oh, this is me.”

“Oh.” Was it your imagination or did Sebastian look disappointed? Before you could figure it out, he was smiling again. “It’s been nice catching up. We should hang out again. You still have the same number?”

You assured Sebastian that you did and the two of you exchanged more pleasantries. After sliding into your car, you watched Sebastian continue down the street. The memory of the two of you dancing wildly in the parking lot while the rest of your friends complained about the rain made you smile. You kind of wished you had asked him to dance again.

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Part of you already wished that this weekend would never end, even though it had barely even begun. You had finally made it out of the city and still had a couple hours of driving left, but you were already dreading having to go back into the office on Monday.

You and Sebastian had been hanging out more since running into each other last month. Most of the time, you got away without any pictures of the two of you getting out, but recently that had been getting harder and harder to do. Now, through what you could only assume was some sort of social media stalking witchcraft, people had managed to figure out who you were. The hundreds of notifications had freaked you out at first, but after deleting all of the social media apps from your phone, it was totally not a big deal.

Until your coworkers had found out. Some magazine had printed a picture of you and Sebastian, including your name underneath it, so now everyone at the office was either making fun of you by pretending to take paparazzi pictures whenever you walked into a room or constantly asking about Sebastian. Needless to say, you desperately needed this weekend away.

“Hungry eyes,” Sebastian sang, rather poorly though you suspected that was on purpose. You had seen him in musicals in high school. He half turned towards you, reaching out with one hand while the other stayed on the wheel, as he continued to sing along to the music. “One look at you and I can’t disguise these-”

“Keep your eyes on the road,” you scolded, though you couldn’t help but laugh at his bad attempt to hit a high note. “You know, I was worried that you would get us killed at the cabin, but now I know you’re going to get us killed before we even make it there. And stop caressing my hair.” You slapped his hand away for emphasis.

He reached out again to run a hand down your hair. “I am not caressing your hair-”

“Definitely were.”

“-and I am not going to get us killed. We are going to have a nice relaxing weekend at a cabin that I rented and am graciously letting you stay at without paying me back. And we aren’t going to worry about paparazzi or annoying coworkers or random people on the street with cell phones.” There may have been a incident earlier that week where you had almost gone up to a random person in the street to yell at them about taking pictures of you and Sebastian. It turned out they were just a lost tourist who barely spoke English. That was when Sebastian decided that you needed a vacation too.

“I think I’m paying you back by forcing myself to spend time with you. You’re very hard to get along with. Plus, I have no money for vacations. We can’t all be actors in Marvel movies.” The trees blurred by as Sebastian drove down the highway.

“You know, I could probably get you in the next Captain America movie. You might not have any lines, but you could stand in the background.” Had he ever offered any of your other friends from high school roles in his movies? No, you couldn't let yourself get caught up in these kinds of questions.

“Sebastian, thanks again-”

“Stop! I told you to stop thanking me-”

“Thanks again,” you continued loudly, “for inviting me. I know that you were looking forward to a relaxing weekend away before you have press stuff. If you want, we don’t have to talk to each other. I don’t want to ruin your relaxation.”

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably in his seat at your thanks, but then shot you an incredulous look. “How would you ruin my relaxation? I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want to spend time with you.”

“Promise?”

Sebastian sent you a smile that was so full of warmth that you could have melted right there. You were definitely getting caught up now. You tried to snap yourself out of it by thinking about all of the reasons you could never date Sebastian. First, he was Sebastian. He knew what you looked like when you were young and awkward. He had seen the awful bangs you cut yourself sophomore year. Second, he was Sebastian Stan. Surely he’d never date a nobody like you. Not that he was stuck up now. He was surprisingly similar to how he had been in high school. It’s just, he could date models if he wanted to. You were definitely not a model. And you wouldn’t even want to date someone in the spotlight like him. Third, you had been on like two dates with the skeazy guy from accounting. If you ignored most of what he said, he was only a little skeazy. Barely tolerable really. You could work with that.

But then Sebastian ran his hand through his hair, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from saying anything stupid. Did he know what he was doing or was he just naturally this cool now? Either way, it was going to be a long weekend.

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The dance was not fun. Whoever was writing the prom scenes in all of those cheesy movies was full of crap. The decorations looked bad, your dress was uncomfortable, and you were so busy making sure everything was running smoothly that you weren’t even getting to enjoy your senior prom. You never should have agreed to head the prom committee. Surely the night would be more fun if you didn’t have any responsibilities.

Except you’d probably still be standing on the edges of the dancing watching as all of your friends danced with their boyfriends. You had thought that this would finally be the dance you had a boyfriend for, but then your boyfriend broke up with you less than two weeks before because you were spending too much time working on prom. Great. Wonderful.

It had been difficult to mentally prepare yourself to go to senior prom without a date after working so hard on it.  It had seemed almost poetic when Sebastian asked you. The two of you had gone to your first high school dance together and now you were at your last high school dance together.

Except Sebastian had barely talked to you all night. In fact, he had barely even looked at you. At least, that’s what you thought. Sebastian later confessed to you that he was scared he’d get in the way of your prom committee duties so he watched you from afar as you took care of the last minute issues. But you didn’t know that yet.

“Decided to actually acknowledge me?” you snapped when Sebastian leaned against the wall beside you.

Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. He was probably already regretting coming over to talk to you. “I probably deserve that. You just seemed busy.”

“There were a couple of issues that I had to take care of. I still want to enjoy the dance though.”

“So let’s enjoy it.” Sebastian held his hand out to you and nodded to the dance floor. You smiled gratefully at him and took his hand, letting him lead you out.

Neither of you were great dancers, and the dance floor was maybe a little too crowded, but you made the best of it. After bumping into another couple one too many times, you and Sebastian retired back to the wall, perfectly content to watch the others and whisper amongst yourselves.

“So have you had fun tonight?” Sebastian asked. You had, which was surprising considering how badly the night had started out. Sometimes you forgot how well you and Sebastian could get on. It was so rare to talk to him one on one. You really didn’t know how prom could have gone better. You were kind of disappointed that prom was wrapping up. Already, the dance floor had begun emptying as people left for various after parties.

“I did.” Sebastian grinned, obviously pleased with your answer. “But it wasn’t nearly as good as homecoming freshman year.”

Sebastian's smile faded as he tried to recall the dance you were talking about. “Wasn’t that dance really awkward though?”

“Sure the actual dance was,” you shrugged. “But dancing in the parking lot after was one of my favorite high school memories.”

Sebastian threw his head back to laugh, his hand resting on your shoulder to steady himself. “I’ll admit that I’m kind of glad it’s not raining tonight. My mom was not happy that I got my suit wet. But we can still dance like that tonight. There’s plenty of room on the dance floor.”

“Absolutely not,” you scoffed. “We’d look crazy.”

“Everyone here is either our friend or someone who we’ll probably never see again.” Sebastian held his hand out to you. You bit your lip as you considered before meeting his eyes. He raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Fine.” Sebastian laughed as you took his hand, once again allowing him to drag you onto the dance floor. He was truly fearless in his dancing this time. Obviously you had to follow suit and ignore the looks people were throwing you as you and Sebastian twirled and spun and jumped around. By the time it was time to leave the dance, you both were red faced and breathless with laughter. The sky was perfectly clear as you walked through the parking lot, but part of you wished it was raining so you could once again dance in a storm in your best dress with Sebastian.

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“I thought you weren’t talking to me because you didn’t really want to go with me.”

“What?” Sebastian took his eyes off the road quickly to look over at you. “Why would I ask you if I didn’t want to go with you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe our friends told you to since neither of us had dates.”

“You’re crazy. I was so intimidated by you that I didn’t want to get in your way.” You scoffed and started to speak but Sebastian shushed you. “You’ve always been the most impressive person in the room.”

You weren’t entirely sure how to respond to that. Sebastian Stan thought that you were impressive. But what exactly did that mean? That he thought it was neat that you managed to wrangle high school students enough to plan prom? He said ‘you’ve always’ which seemed to imply that he still felt that way. Right? But he was a successful actor. He worked with people way more impressive than you every day.

The thoughts flashed furiously through your head as Sebastian continued to drive slowly through the town. He had certainly achieved his goal to get away from the city. It was hard to believe the small town you’d spent the weekend in was so in the same state as the city. Paparazzi had certainly not been a worry for the two of you. Eventually, the car reached the end of the road. Rather than turning around and heading back into town, Sebastian put the car in park.

“I don’t want to go back,” he sighed. You had to agree with him. You wanted to stay right there. It had been so relaxing to get away from it all. No paparazzi. No fans. No coworkers. Just you and Sebastian. But it couldn’t last. You had work, and Sebastian had interviews.

“So let’s stay here,” you suggested. “We’ll stock up on food and then barricade ourselves in the cabin. We’ll obviously have to defend ourselves when Marvel comes looking for you and my company comes looking for me, but I have complete confidence that we can take them.” Not that you had reached a position in the company where they would notice you were missing. Maybe after a week or two they’d notice something was off. Marvel was sure to be quicker though.

“Ha ha you’ve made your point.” He sighed again. “This has been the best weekend I’ve had in a long time. Thanks for coming with me.”

“Thanks for inviting me.” Your voice sounded small in the sudden stillness of the car. Sebastian’s eyes flickered over your face, going from your eyes to your lips. “What did you mean earlier?”

“About what?”

“When you said that I was always the most impressive person in the room.” You were a little nervous about his answer. There was a good chance you’d made it out to be deeper than he meant. But then you remembered how fearless and free you felt when Sebastian led you out onto the dance floor at prom, and you knew you had to know the answer.

“Exactly that. I’m constantly in awe of you. The way you were the smartest person at school. I mean, I think you’re still the smartest person I know. I don’t understand anything you’re saying when you talk about work. You always knew exactly what to say to diffuse any of our friends’ drama. You’re kind and funny and always keep me on my toes.” Sebastian paused for a moment. You tried to speak, but all you could do was look at his beautiful blue eyes. “Running into you might be the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Sebastian,” you murmured. Before you could think of anything else to say, Sebastian’s lips were on yours. You smiled into the kiss as you ran your fingers through Sebastian’s hair. It was the perfect length. You tried your best to capture the memory of this moment. The feel of his lips. His hand on your cheek. The faint sound of birds chirping outside. The patter of rain on the car roof. It was all perfect, and you wanted to remember every second of it.

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You didn’t know how life could get better than this. Sebastian’s hand was entwined with your own as you walked through the streets. You had been nervous about this at first. What would his fans think? So far they had been curious but benign when it came to you. Hopefully that wouldn’t change now.

You had almost cancelled when Sebastian showed up at your door. A night in suddenly sounded really good. He hadn’t let you though. Instead, Sebastian had grabbed your hand and pulled you out onto the street. You laughed as he twirled you, causing the skirt of your favorite dress to flow out.

“Good thing it’s not raining today,” Sebastian had laughed. “This would be much less enjoyable if we were getting rained on.”

“I don’t know about that. I think we normally have a pretty good time in the rain.”

 You had managed to walk to the restaurant without being spotted, though you had noticed some people taking pictures as you were eating. By the time the bill had been paid, you were more than happy to take Sebastian’s hand and follow him outside. A short walk later and the two of you were strolling around a park eating ice cream on the way back to your apartment.

“So did you have fun tonight?” Sebastian asked.

“I did,” you admitted with a smile. “It was a lot better than I was expecting.”

“Ouch.” Sebastian made a faux wounded expression that ended up making you both laugh. “I didn’t realize you thought I’d be a bad date.”

“It wasn’t you I was worried about. Your fans kind of terrify me. Not gonna lie. I half expected them to show up at the restaurant and start pelting me with rotten fruit or something.”

“That would certainly kill the mood, but I don’t think you have to worry about people throwing fruit at you.”

“No. I just have to worry about what people are going to be saying about me online.”

“Hey, stop.” Sebastian caught your hand and pulled you back to where he had stopped walking. His hands cupped both sides of your face as he looked seriously at you. “It’s going to be ok. Yeah, there are going to be some people who say some mean things. Just ignore it. It’s why I don’t bother with social media much. It doesn’t matter what they say.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one they’re going to accuse of dating someone just to latch onto their fame or money.” Soon after you and Sebastian had started hanging out, the posts about you trying to use Sebastian’s game to get ahead had started. It didn’t really make much sense. Being friends with an actor wasn’t going to get you promoted any sooner. Still, they had annoyed you and sometimes made you feel weird about being around Sebastian.

“I know that you’re not using me. You know that you’re not using me. Everyone that matters will know that you’re not using me. If anything, I’m getting the better end of our relationship. I’m getting to date the most amazing woman ever.”

“Most amazing woman ever?” you repeated. “I’m not sure I have the necessary qualifications for that title.”

“Would you like to hear your qualifications?”

“Yes I would.” You giggled slightly, feeling like a kid with a crush, when Sebastian slung his arm around you and pulled you close so that he could whisper in your ear.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are the smartest person I know. You’re kind and funny and you know all of this already because I’ve told you it before.”

“Yeah but I wanted to hear it again.” Your face was so close to Sebastian’s as you whispered back to him that your noses were almost touching. You hardly dared to breathe as your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. 

Sebastian just barely started moving closer when you both heard “Is that Sebastian Stan?” coming from a nearby group of people. You jumped back almost immediately, blushing like a kid who was caught holding hands on the playground. Sebastian sent you a small smile before turning to face the fans who had come up to ask for pictures. Once he was finally finished with that, he took your hand again and led you back towards your apartment. Hopefully, no one had gotten a picture of you two in the park about to kiss. Despite what Sebastian had said, you were still scared of what people would say. Your hands shook slightly as you walked, so you slipped your hand out of his, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

Quicker than you would have liked, you were back outside your apartment building. “Do you want to come up?” you asked when he stopped on the sidewalk.

Sebastian shook his head. “I have to be up early tomorrow, and, if I go up, I’m never gonna want to leave.” Sebastian grabbed your hands, which were still shaking, and pulled you close before resting his hands on your hips. “I had a great time tonight.” He smiled, making you feel a bit more brave. This was just Sebastian. The same Sebastian you had known for years growing up.

Slowly, Sebastian brought a hand up to your face, giving you plenty of time to stop him. But you didn’t want to. He was making you feel a bit fearless. You grinned as he kissed you softly. Even though it wasn’t your first kiss, it certainly felt like it. Although technically, it was your first kiss as an official couple. And it was your first kiss out in public, where someone could take a picture that would make its way through the Marvel fandom.

But that didn’t matter to you now. The kiss was flawless. And despite whatever people online were probably already posting about you, you would never regret this moment. Life with Sebastian was undeniably better than life without him. 

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@bbl32

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x yn #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan oneshot #calwrites

[syntheticavenger]

Second Place - Part II

This is the second part a two-shot for the very lovely, always amazing @sapphirescrolls​ that I wrote as a gift to her on AO3 because in this house, we STAN.

Maybe I’ll write an epilogue to it? Or maybe it should stand alone? We’ll see.

Notes: Dark! Steve Rogers x Black Female Reader. 18+ for drugging, non-con, small amount of breeding kink, pregnancy.

gif by @theroncharlize​ / divider by @writeyourmindaway​ [tags are going to be the death of me! i keep trying to fix them but tumblr hates it.]

His fingers found the key, opening the door, his arms around your waist as he took a look around. It was a small space but well organized. Much like it was when you once shared a room with him. You were a creature of habit.

“We’re going to be happy here.”

Still angry and full of adrenaline, you tried to pull away from him and he shoved you to the floor, his patience shot. You scrambled to get up as he pressed you to the ground, the blanket ripped away from your shoulders while your knees ground into the hardwood.

“Stop! Let me go!”

Steve stopped listening. All you needed was to know that he loved you. He would make you understand that you needed to be with him. Mistakes had been made but it wasn't too late to rectify the wrongs. Eventually you'd come to your senses and realize he only wanted you.

“I did love her,” Steve said quietly, ignoring your sniffle of pain while he held down your arms, his thighs up pressed up against yours. “I won’t lie to you.”

“Shut up!”

“So many years of longing and doing the right thing for other people. I deserved happiness. I earned it. After Tony died, I felt free. There were no obligations left. We'd saved the world. So I went back to my happy life. It was nice at first.”

Your tears hit the ground as he spoke. You’d met him before the world had upended completely. He hadn't even counted you as a reason to stay behind after the world had been brought back from the brink of extinction.

Maybe you weren’t second place. Peggy was first. Tony was second. Bucky was most likely third. You factored you were somewhere in between fourth and fifth and you let out a small cry of sorrow. You wanted him to leave you alone so you could be free to sink back into the darkness and despair that was creeping back up inside your mind that the therapist had tried so hard to remove. The emotional shackles of wanting someone who clearly did not choose you were strong and you whined as your brain fought with your heart.

“I should have been better for you,” Steve admitted, holding your arms across your back. “I shouldn’t have treated you the way that I did. I was wrong to lie to you. I figured you would have moved on. When I went back to Peggy, I felt like it was home. It was familiar. We could just be and that dream I had been chasing for decades was finally mine. But she wasn’t you. We were both different people and we weren't the same like before. You were all I could think about.”

He threaded his fingers in your hair and you attempted to pull away but it was too late, your chin forced forward as he applied pressure.

“I hate you,” you breathed, your cheeks warm with determination. “I don’t want you, Steve. I moved on.”

He shushed you as he grabbed a fistful of your curls, pulling you up from the ground as tears dripped down your cheeks. It didn't matter that Peggy wasn't you. He'd left you and every little dream, fascination and domestic scene you had wished once upon a time had been ripped away. There was no future with Steve. He had made his choice.

“Then why are you crying?”

“Let me go,” you demanded weakly, your lips trembling while he pressed his face against your hair. “You never loved me.”

“I do.”

“I don’t want your love.”

“Stop lying!” he roared, pushing you back down to the ground. “You ran away from everything. Ran away from me. We'll be happy. You'll see.”

“No, we won’t. I hate you, Steve! I hate you!”

There was a soft click and a pinch on your skin, enough to make you realize something was not right and then the darkness surrounded you.

When you came to, you were on your bed, curled into a ball under a blanket. The room was still spinning and you squeezed your eyes shut to try to get your bearings back. You couldn’t remember how you ended up in your bed but you remembered Steve. You lifted the blanket slowly, your arms weak while you pushed it down past your hips. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed was a chore. Once you stood, you hold onto the wall for balance as the room began to come into focus.

The door opened and Steve stood there, a plate in his hand while he furrowed his brow.

“What are you doing up?”

“Go away,” you murmured, your words slurring.

“Sweetheart, you have to get back into bed. You could fall.”

You pressed your back against the wall as he placed the plate of food on the nightstand, picking you up with ease and placing you back into bed, your head propped up on the pillows. Your arms felt like lead. There was no fighting back.

“You’ve been out for hours. You need to eat something.”

Food was not on your mind. He held out a forkful of mashed potatoes and you turned away from him, beginning to cry.

“I know this isn’t easy but the sooner you stop fighting, the sooner we can fix us.”

He brought your face to his with a simple guidance of his hand. His blue eyes were glassy with emotion.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I want you to forgive me.”

He wouldn’t let you turn away and you closed your eyes instead, tears brimming at your lash line.

“I’m going to take care of you the way I had promised.”

“Leave me alone,” you protested, trying to push him away with your feeble hands. "What did you do to me?

He pulled you into his arms, your head tucked under his chin while his grip was like a vice. It was meant to keep you submissive like he knew you always were.

“A mild sedative to keep you calm. Stop fighting me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You already have," you replied bitterly.

“Do you need more medication?”

You stilled in his arms and shook your head slowly. You knew you would be out cold once again, reliving the same scene that you were right now. There was a pause and his lips brushed against the top of your head.

“That’s what I thought. Good girl.”

He reached for the plate with one hand, the other hand still keeping you close while he held out the fork.

“Open up for me.”

You opened your mouth and accepted his offering, chewing mechanically while he visibly relaxed, his grip on you easing slowly. If you could force yourself to eat, perhaps he would leave you alone for a while.

"I'm sorry," he apologized once more, smoothing down your hair gently. "We just need time."

Time would heal you. That much you knew for certain. But you wouldn't let him into your heart. You'd learned a valuable lesson and one you would not be forgetting anytime soon.

"I'm full," you lied, watching him place the plate back onto the nightstand with a defeated sigh.

"We'll try again tomorrow."

Your nightmares had returned, sorrow permeating every memory that had played inside your head while you fought in your sleep. Steve had held you close, your back against his chest as his fingers slid between the valley of your breasts.

"I'm here," he soothed, his voice breaking your thoughts. "It's okay."

His arm was locked over yours as you attempted to move. Once upon a time, this is how you used to wake up, his chin atop your head, the need to protect you overwhelming even in his sleep. You protested against the stifling of your movement and he relented. You got to your feet slowly, careful to make eye contact as you told your next lie.

"I'm just going to the bathroom," you promised. "I'll be right back."

You slipped your phone into the sleeve of your shirt after picking it up quickly from the ground as you walked slowly into the bathroom, locking the door behind you with a soft click. You silenced your phone, sitting on the lip of the bathtub while you figured out your plan. The moon shone through the closed window, barely large enough for you to escape. There wasn't enough time. You typed out a message and turned on the faucet, hoping it would draw away the attention of you inching the window open. With a little pressure, you pushed the screen out. Though it had only been mere minutes, it had felt like hours as you took one last look at the locked door and gripped the window, your palms sinking into the prickly stucco as your legs followed suit.

Your knees hit the soft ground before you pulled yourself up. Behind you the bathroom door broke open but you ran toward the safety of the trees, giving yourself a head start. Your bare feet were no match for the upended ground but you continued forward, refusing to stop. The phone vibrated in your hand as you ran, most likely a response to the message you'd sent earlier. There was no time to stop and read the answer from your plea for help. You heard his footsteps and your name being called, his voice breaking like a wounded animal. There was solace in hiding behind a tree as twigs and dry leaves snapped and crunched over his shoes.

"Don't do this," Steve warned. "I don't want to hurt you."

His voice continued past you but you knew it was risky to move. His eyes and ears were enhanced and any movement from you would draw him straight to you. His voice began to fade and you waited, cautiously, before you moved an inch. You could swear your heartbeat was loud enough for him to hear before you turned and ran in the opposite direction. Out of nowhere, you were grabbed from behind, a large hand closed over your mouth to muffle a scream before you were pushed to the ground, sprawled out in front of him. You tried to crawl away but Steve held you down by your neck, your face pressed into the cold ground.

"I wanted to talk but apparently you need to be shown," Steve growled against your ear.

Your shorts and underwear were ripped down to your knees, the sound of his belt and zipper clinking as you realized what was happening. This wasn't the Steve you knew.

"No," you sobbed. "Stop."

"I came back for you and all you do is run from me. No more."

There wasn't time for you to prepare for what happened next. He pushed into you, a sob catching in your throat in surprise as he still held you down. Your cunt stung with the lack of preparation and you squeezed your eyes shut as he stilled inside you.

"I know your body," Steve reminded you, your chest rising and falling with every deep breath you tried to take. "You may want to deny me but your body won't."

His movements were slow and shallow, your fingers gripped into fists while you tried to block him out.

"So fucking tight. You can't ever deny me, can you sweetheart?"

Your body responded in kind, the pressure building between your legs as he pounded harder and faster into you. You stifled a moan, from the pain or the pleasure you weren't sure of which, as his breath warmed your back.

"All I need is you. You forgive me, don't you?"

Your shoulders were pressed into the ground, his thrusts meant to control you while he waited for his answer.

"Y-yes," you cried out, hoping he would grant you a reprieve. "I forgive you."

"We'll be a family, won't we?"

"No!" you squeaked, his hips slapping against your ass. "Steve, no!"

"Yes," he breathed against your ear as you felt him cum, warmth spreading inside you. "The three of us. One happy family."

The flannel blanket was still draped across your shoulders as you drank the last of your tea, swinging slowly as the breeze mingled with the salty ocean air lifted your hair. This was still your solitude.

Heading back toward the house was more of a chore, your steps slower but still purposeful. There was a lot to do inside this space. You outlined ideas for a new kitchen and the new furniture had been delivered for the living room, including new bookcases for the all the books that had sat in piles around the house. There was a space for everything now. You'd grown accustomed to keeping yourself busy.

You rounded the corner, the sound of a drill catching your attention. Bolts and screws surrounded the floor, among boxes of items that needed to be built. This particular project was finished, the final touches an extra once-over by careful eyes that caught yours. The crib was a light gray, the mattress leaning up against the rocking chair in the corner of the room. It was beginning to look like a nursery.

You looked down at your belly, unable to see your feet. The family Steve had desperately wanted was almost here. Every day was a check off the calendar, leading up to the due date. Steve had been right. The sooner you stopped fighting him, the better life had become, the pain that you had held onto so tightly a faded memory. It was much easier this way.

At the sight of you, he didn't hesitate to drop his tools, his lips pressed against yours while he cradled your bump.

"You both are all I need," Steve promised.

You needed to believe him. After all, you were worthy of love.

#steve rogers x black!reader #possessive behavior #non-con #pregnancy #dark!steve rogers

[murasakispace]

A dreamless slumber [Bucky Barnes X GN Reader]

Summary : Bucky is suffering so much and craves for some relief

Warnings : None. Just a bit of fluff, self-hatred, fears, tears, despair and my awful English(sorry)

Words : 11k

A/N : Can we just talk about how Sebastian Stan is handsome, talented and absolutely charming? Because we are never giving half of the justice he deserves. And Happy Birthday to him, by the way. 

Everything was dark. A house. A garden. Some faded roses. An empty swimming pool full of dead leaves, sweeped by the cold wind, and a lonely chair resting here. Yet, it was a sunny day over the house. The pale light was giving a dull aspect of the elegant building which was now decaying slowly, just like nature when autumn was coming.

It was such a grim landscape. Sadness was heavy like a stifling gas in a room. Choking everything. Bucky was getting deeper and deeper into the house which has almost the size of a small but noble mansion. The living room had a white-marbled massive fireplace. Ages ago, it would have been the best place to be when a delicate snowy coat would have covered the ground and the fir trees of the garden. The glints of fire were almost visible and several fake memories of happiness hidden behind a delusional smile and a faceless silhouette embracing Bucky were appearing on front of his eyes . Dreamy, he went almost despaired when he blinked and the image vanished.

It was a happy illusion, contrasting with the gloom hanging in the room. His vision range went blurry, disturbed. Slightly, piece by piece, the living room fragmented, falling apart. Until he reached a full blackness. Bucky was feeling himself heavier while he was waiting for what's going to happen. The black-haired murderer couldn't move. Not even his metal arm. Which was making him a little bit afraid. He knew he was stuck in his brain, far from reality, and unable to have some control over it. It was this kind of lucid dreams he hated so much because it would remind him awful memories of his moves, his actions he preferred either forgotten or atoned. Although, the last option wasn't truly a possibility, considering who he was.

He reminded the scientist with glasses. Then, the other one who slapped him for a report after remembering who was Steve. All the faces and names were merging, echoing through his skull like a headache way more powerful than the usual, mixing memories all more painful than the former one. He was feeling physically the pain when they put his mind in a blender, making him a monster. Electricity coming along his muscles, the stength he used but the inefficiency of all of it while he was held back in his chair. A mental whiplash crushing his memories as if a whole contingent of soldiers armed to the teeth was marching over him, the rhythmic step hammering and crushing his bones. And death. Coldness of the Grim Reaper's scythe going down along his spine and in his veins while he was standing as a tool of the human beings' insanity and ambition.

The light illusion went in front of him as he thought having shut his eyelids. The reassuring flames of an unknown but somehow familiar setting full of gentleness and love on the couch in front of the fireplace mixing with the ghostly stir in Bucky's body was giving him one of the worst and most cruel nightmares he has ever had. A contrasting fire was blossoming in his chest, as if his insides were torn apart by his anger and uneasiness. He wanted to die. He demanded all of this stop definitely while he was almost doomed to live for an atonement when everyone wished he was dead. He would call someone to end up everything right now. He hated himself as much as he could and even more. This burning anger was causing him a headache among other things. Bucky was longing for relief, craving for embrace, affection, love– something which could let him having an opportunity to change. Obviously, he wouldn't get anything. A monster never truly stops to be a monster.

Although, during a little second, only one, in the darkness of his deepest imagination, a whisper went through the thick mist clouding his mind. Bucky found himself gazing towards the place where the soft voice was echoing. He didn't find the location, his thoughts were noisy and the image blurred during a little time. Like the flat surface of a lake disturbed by the silent roars of some dreadful deep-sea creatures. "You have to wake up" was all the calm, cristal-like voice, said as if a fairy was playing with his nerves. Several balls of fire appeared in the darkness of this endless ocean of pain. Tender imaginary moments, warmth of a home, of a friend, of an illusional lover standing in a doorframe with nothing but a smile on the only visible lips. All that formed the shape of a happiness that Bucky wasn't worthy of. The fireflies, so small at first, got bigger and bigger. So much that the black-haired man felt almost overwhelmed by so much warmth. He let his fingertips being slowly tainted by this welcomed light. Some tears escaped from Bucky who sensed his heart getting lighter and lighter as time went on. Along his skin, the welcoming and soothing heat passed through his bones, his muscles and even his metal arm became flesh. As if the soldier nevel fell down from the train.

He was feeling so good. That night terror was so cruel. Bucky craved for all of it and he knew very well he was chained to his own monstrosity. His heart was corrupted by a helpless hope which would never come true. Those repeating thoughts were digging a deeper hallow in the man's heart. He felt the salted bitter taste of his tears on his lips and his tongue.

Suddenly, something changed. Sharp as a blade cutting his skin, cold as water on his skin when diving, freezing air grasped his senses when his eyes widened in the darkness of the room where the black-haired man was sleeping in. He sat up on the mattress, sweating, seeking the truth in the half-dark landscape in front of him. His erratic breath lasted a long time before it finally calmed down. Bucky's ribcage was aching, eager to find air. And finally, the gasps ended. He toughly got back from the unconscious realm of imagination and deepest feelings.

The man was shaking, shuddering. In the end, his limits reached their furthest extremity. The delightful taste of peace broke everything. A sigh later, Bucky grasped the blankets and laid down on the bed, covering himself. Tears were still flowing down along his cheeks while he just watched vaguely at the ceiling.

The sun rised over the Avengers' headquarters. Muscles strangely aching and sore from his night, Bucky didn't feel the mood to get up. Though, he knew better than staying like a lost puppy under his blankets. He had to get up and have some practice in case he had to fight. He put some comfortable clothes. His shirt was leaving little to imagination about his metal arm and the strength the prosthesis possessed. He went straight to the training room. Silent was the master in the buildings. They all were sleeping. Eventually, Steve would join and both men could practice efficiently before breakfast. Around 5am, some might get up.

Although, Bucky wasn't expecting you, of all the people, to be awake so early in the morning. You were giving some punches to the training dummy while some music was echoing through the room. Your rhythm to beat the dummy fitted the beat of the song. You weren't conscious about the man's presence, due to your entire focus on the target of your kicks.

Suddenly, the song changed and you found yourself decreasing your pace against the poor dummy. The silence and low beating added to the singer's tone made you consider the fact that you might not be alone anymore. After a final hit on the punching bag you gazed at the trespasser in front of you.

"Hey" you greeted softly while you were stepping towards the source of music.

You switched off the device.

"Morning" was all Bucky said.

Your eyes were following the man's silhouette.

The situation was awkward. You didn't know what to say. Bucky wasn't really a talkative person but you should come up with something. Anything. Yet, you failed. You had the possibility to start with music but the man was stuck in 40's, you hadn't any knowledge about the tastes of the people from this decades. Or you also could've asked about how he was going. You had no idea on what to do.

"Why do you stare at me like that?" Bucky questioned quite brutally.

"I was wondering why you came here. You are usually not here so early" you improvised quickly.

The man surprised you. His tone was sharp like a blade and even though you didn't know each other pretty well, it doesn't prevent that you remained cordial. He killed Tony's parents after all. He doesn't have any right to speak this way to an Avenger.

"I've had a bad night" Bucky mumbled at a very low volume.

Your gaze softened a little. Yet, you had no idea on what you should say. You know how it felt, and you didn't manage to sleep well last night either. Something troubled you and you had to handle it with your powers. That was so annoying. The identification of your target came too late and someone somewhere must have felt a sudden relaxing during a particularly resonating nightmare. You weren't able to even say who could've receive all these soothing waves of powers you sent via your own imagination. That was all a thing but developing your story background was pointless. You were a threat only leashed by your agreement done with Tony Stark years ago when you corrupt most of the Avengers' mind and almost destroyed them. You found a comfortable nest in the tower, then the compound. Everything fine since this moment. And your favorite sparring partner was undoubtedly Wanda, mostly because of the similarities lying in your powers. After all, it is always easier to get along with the same kind of monstrosity as your own. The sole difference between you was the fact that she accepted herself a bit easier than you. But all this was only detail.

The Winter Soldier embodied by Bucky was now turning towards a punching bag next to your own. He slightly pulled up his arm and put himself on the position of beating the target in front of him. He only made a swift movement. The strength he had set into his arm bursted out the metal chain which was keeping the inanimated training device hanging in the air.

You stared at the poor object lying, completely demolished, next to the impact he created in the wall.

"Poor thing" you commented, feeling sincerely sorry for the bag which never asked for such a punch.

You turned your back to Bucky and carried on the little fight that you had before the man's arrival. You sensed his gaze upon you more than once but couldn't have cared less. You were too busy and deaf thank to the headphones you were now wearing. A little less than a hour later, you left the training room and headed toward your shower. Once it has been done, you went in the kitchen and started to prepare some breakfast. You planned to go outside this day, with Tony's agreement. It was sad but it was also the rule. You remain a monster for most. But this is it. There's nothing to discuss, as displeasing as it sounds.

The faces of your 'roommates' started to appear some short minutes after you went in the kitchen. Clint came to help you. He couldn't prevent himself to make some jokes about how you used your telekinesis as one of the most useful tool ever. Even the deadly, black, scary hands coming from out of nowhere were an amazing help for any sort of tasks. Even though they were quite dread.

Steve, Natasha, Sam, Tony... All of the people came one by one. That was quite funny to see their sleepy faces. You took a very quick breakfast, hardly an apple or whatever, and headed down the compound.

"Why is Y/N such in a hurry?" asked Steve when he noticed your disappearance at lightning speed.

"They got the necessary approval to go outside today. With, of course, being constantly tracked and everything clear about what they do and the places they go." Tony replied with an empty tone, he didn't like these creepy decisions about you.

The latter didn't want you to live in a prison. And yet, this is what he had to do. At this, point, keeping you in a lost hole would have been more legitimate. You weren't causing enough harm to be submitted to the chains of the worst cages ever constructed it seems.

"Natasha will have to keep an eye on them." the genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist completed.

"It sounds that you have to worry a little then. Because there's no more signal." Clint countered when he checked over Natasha's shoulder on the screen the plan of the cities around and your supposed geographical position.

Your powers granted you to cover a vast field when you used them to fly, as Wanda could have done. You had the silhouette of a huge bird, maybe like a condor, or even bigger. Your so-called wings were made of your orange energy, mixed to a 'spell' allowing you to overfly the grim world you existed in. Once you get down on earth, hidden in a dirty alley between uneven and crumbling buildings in the dangerous and somehow most remote places of New York City, you just went here and there. Your main idea was to enjoy life as you would have done if you weren't kept jailed in the compound because of these stupid powers of yours. All of this was delightful. A bitter taste suddenly invaded your mouth and your whole being while you figured out how it would have been without taking your fair part in the Avengers' stuff.

You joined the biggest shopping malls very easily and quickly. And you felt so free here. Surrounded by the noisy streets of NYC that a lot of people judged unsufferable. It was definitely not your opinion. Silence was sometimes even more traumatic and breaking than any scream. And it was a grey day today, matching with the sky's desire to let drop the rain, as a sort of release of pressure. You loved the hues of the clouds today. You didn't care about the rain.

Midday came sadly too soon. Plus, strangely, the tracker you crushed between your fingers even before having left the compound didn't result in a panic coming from Tony who wouldn't know where you were. Not that seeing the powerful and very composed Iron Man completely out of control because of such a small detail wouldn't be funny as hell. You enjoyed your afternoon while listening to a street musician. He was playing saxophone. The gentle and entertaining tone of the instrument made you release some waves of your power, influencing people's minds and unconsciously getting them to dance with more or less talent in the street as if it was the most normal thing ever.

You ended your day by wandering through Central Park accompanied with those grey squirrels way too much friendly for your taste. You didn't want to get back to the Avergers' headquarters. It was too soon. Your day of freedom was already over and you couldn't stand it. That was beyond yourself. Returning in this endless custody was too hard, freedom had such a sweet and addictive taste.

The night started to fell down, slowly. Your time was really over. You found a bench while you were still wandering around Central Park. The Avenue, you didn't know which one and you had no care about this detail, had calmed down. It was more silent, even though cars were still present and their headlights were now shining through the settling darkness. Beautiful black and deep blue clouds, epitomizing the God's anger, were gathering again. More menacing this time. You enjoyed the moment when the glass broke somehow, when a twisted lightning bolt would make the shape of an arc across the New York covered sky. You sheltered yourself under an umbrella of compressed air where the rain slipped through. You liked the song, like some fairies' laugh. So comfortable. You could have cried.

Yet, you found yourself torn from the illusion. It was so beautiful. But the responsible for this wasn't so worthy of scorn. A little ball of fur lingered under your legs, a safe place apparently. A cute little puppy was giving you a sad look while shaking due to the sudden invading coldness. You took the little animal between your hands. You were only able to see him thank to a lamp post pegged next to that very bench. Even with a visible fear, the puppy left you take him against your chest. Whether it was a cat, the little animal would have loudly purred. You could feel the high contentment of the little dog. He was so sweet, so cute and sheltered in an energy bubble, not outside in the tempest and under the danger of flying branch due to strong winds.

You take a lot of time petting the animal. You could tell he was happy, mostly because of his unceasing nuzzle in your arms. You were smiling. Then, you straightened up your posture. Cold and penetratring rain was now dropping. The yellow light of the lamp post lit a circle barely five meters large around you. Your shield was enough, yet you couldn't figure out about the person observing you. It may be Hydra. Or anyone else. Still, something dangerous was moving, protected by shadows. You carried on your petting over the puppy's head. He wasn't even moving an ear, deeply asleep as he was.

You unleashed an orange wave shaped as a circle. The trespasser dodged it. "Fine" you thought. You left the little puppy on the bench, protected under the energy bubble and went under the freezing drizzle.

"Come here if you dare. Coward." you provoked with a dry and careless tone.

Though, whether you would have been that foolish, you wouldn't have come here with no possibility to win. You felt a quick movement behind you. A move in the air which came till you but nothing to make you fear anything. He or she or whatever is the person, they were still swift, nimble and particularly bold to attack you from behind. You used your powers and created some orange arrows. One of them them exploded in the torso of this so-called killer. You let yourself be distracted a second about the assailant's identity. Who would be foolish enough? This time, you didn't feel the punch coming from the side and you manage to dodge it at the very last second. A kick went right after, sending your unbalanced body hit the lamp post several meters away. The ground was dirty and wet due to the rain. You mumbled several insults while you got up yet another blow came to you. Although, you had just the time to create an energy shield, stopping the move. The person you could identify right now as a man carried on to hit you again and again. Nevertheless, you were sheltered, protected. You had the time to form a real spell in your hand and throw it over the aggressor, making him still and controlled.

Air was twirling around you, as freezing as before, as paralysing as chains. A little bit more and you could've found yourself back in Sokovia. Several leaves danced and followed the wind's moves. Some philosophers would have found inspiration in this if some words originated from a foreign language that you recognized as Russian didn't have echoed there. The man you were holding with your energy was now on rampage. As if he was somehow reactivated, like a robot or some machine, trying to do some brutal movements so as to free himself. He wasn't going to leave so easily anyways. Following the sound, you created a ball in your hand then modified its shape for a sword. You sort of influenced the weapon you were making. Hence, in the grand alley in front of you, you unleashed the orange energy-made saber chased the voice all around you. After, no time you heard some screams of panic, an explosion of medium size due to the energy sword and finally a bigger one corresponding to some helicopter or whatever. You didn't care for it in the end.

You felt your cell phone ring in your pocket. An incoming call from Steve.

"Y/N where have you been?" said the crackling voice.

"I'm near Central Park."you replied with a low tone, full of wariness.

"There's some Hydra agent out there. Be careful. And Bucky fled from the compound" the man continued.

You couldn't help yourself but to release a mocking laugh.

"Too late, Cap."you ended there the talk.

You went ahead in front of Bucky who was watching you with a deadly look in his eyes. It is when you reached out your hand to touch him that he almost freed himself and tried to throttle you.

"Calm down, Barnes." you ordered to the man who didn't come to a standstill.

Talking to him wasn't enough it appeared. Not without fighting when he was in this internal distress. You were able to hear his screams inside of him, aching to come back to his senses. You strengthened the grasp of your energy around his wrists and his shoulders, getting him completely still under your control. You cupped his face and forced him to gaze into your eyes while you were looking for his real self. His soul was buried deep in his mind. You found interesting memories here and there. Torture were the most powerful ones. There was also a young man resembling Steve. You couldn't help but laugh. He was so small. You may not say to the powerful Captain America that he was ridiculously cute when he was younger. Though Wanda could be interested in the mental image you got. You searched deeper and deeper, kind of probing, Bucky's soul.

You suddenly felt a sort of globe when you were sailing into the ocean of the man's life. Or at least, what he remembered. The painful and unwanted murders he had perpetrated against those people who didn't deserve to die. You knew very well how to control someone's muscles, even someone's mind, due to your powers. Yet, breaking the spirit, the moral and making a weapon of a being, even if you were also able to do it, was something you never committed to anyone. Yet, the person's who managed to destroy Bucky's soul the way they did was particularly vicious. To recover from it was almost impossible without help and a safe place to stay as a start. No one could say that the compound was. Tony's resentment was still present and the former Winter Soldier didn't have the right to struggle against it. The latter should say that the one who hated him the most was himself for having killed Tony's parents, as well for every of his targets. He hated himself for all the mothers and fathers he made cry, every family he destroyed, every wife, husband, child he ruined the heart.

You would like to say it wasn't his fault, he was a puppet, that people's judgement was unfair. Then, you felt something in Bucky's body. He was waking up somehow. You withdrew from his mind and release the soul glancing you were giving him. The man's muscles relaxed brutally and he fell down on the wet ground. The rain might have stopped since a certain time now. But your clothes were drenched and Bucky's ones could be very uncomfortable now.

"What happened?" the man asked while he was slowly getting up.

On your left, you heard footsteps echoing on the tar. Soft. Rhythmed. Almost military. It was Steve for sure, certainly wearing his Captain America outfit. Sam was following him.

"Are you alright Bucky?" questioned the blond-haired man.

You frowned a little bit when you heard the interrogation. And you ? You were the one attacked ans still he was more interested in the well-being of this snowy cretin more than yours. You displayed loudly your dissatisfaction and turn your back to move towards the bench where the little puppy was still peacefully sleeping. You took the animal between your arms after checking he wasn't belonging to someone with a collar or something. Then, you opened your energy wings which took you off the ground. You landed only several minutes after in the compound. Natasha, Wanda, Rhodey, Vision and Tony were discussing in the living room while, as you supposed, waiting for you in the building. You didn't care about them and brought your little abandoned puppy into your room. Tony tried to talk to you but upset as you were you didn't give him a glance. You shouldn't care about Steve being worried about Bucky, as you've seen in his mind, they were close friends. Although, you have been an Avenger for a longer time than the Winter Soldier. These Sokovia agreements –or you didn't know what their were and you didn't give a shit about that– weakened enough your team. Choosing between Steve and Tony has been hard and in the end, you didn't get the freedom you hoped. It was barely worth the struggle.

You heard the door closing behind you while Tony was trying to catch you up, keeping the man outside of the room. You used your powers to create a little dog bed with extra blankets and left the puppy inside, as if he was in a nest. You asked to the artificial intelligence to order some dog food adapted for your new friend. And so did the God knows how was called the voice upon your head. You put your pyjamas on and went to bed. It was nearly 2 in the morning and you wouldn't spit on some rest. You fell asleep thinking about the scars left by this war among the Avengers.

You woke up earlier than you would have liked if a furry, troublesome, awfully cute little wasn't licking your face. You couldn't help but freaked, straightening up suddenly under your blankets. It was 6am.

"Gosh..." you whispered while you tried to hide from the puppy's display of love.

Then, you reached the animal and pulled him up against you. You didn't think that what wanted this creature would be your touch, considering the way the animal was clinging to you. It didn't bother you. Most likely the contrary. Right now might be the time to give him a name. However, you had no idea on what could be adapted for such a cutie. He was all black. 'Kuro' might be an interesting option. You would see later.

You had to get up and go practicing on hand-to-hand combat. But this morning, you were accompanied by a sweet little puppy. Its legs were so short due to his young age and must running to catch you up on your way. The compound remained silent. Everyone was still sleeping, which definitely was a nice considering what happened last night. On one hand, your disobedience to the Sokovia agreements, refusing to comply to these stupid rules. On the other hand, the fight with Bucky would be debated. You didn't crave to spend your days in a jail in the middle of the Pacific Ocean or God-knows-where.

You reached soon enough the door leading to the training room. You left the bag of equipment you brought and your little puppy climbed on the bench where all your stuff was more or less unpacked. The animal tilted his head to the side, watching you with great interest. It didn't take a lot of time before the little creature lied down upon the seat and sleep peacefully, catching up all the sleep he needed. You turned your back to the puppy and went towards the punching back in front of you. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw the black figure of Bucky meaning back against the wall. You didn't know he had that in him. That was so scary. Besides, the thought of not managing to stop the waves of energy running in your blood was another source of wariness. You spent a certain time trying to figure out what was happening inside of the man's head but he remained as shut as a nutshell. Which appeared displeasing to say the least.

His gaze was hidden behind his long locks of hair. His breathing was not heavy but a bit loud. Was he present here for long? You couldn't say. You were as stuck as the last time. What should be the right words? Not saying anything may be the best thing to do among all the possibilities. In reaction to this thought, you lowered your head a bit and then walked to the punching bag waiting for your attention. You hadn't started for a minute that Bucky was next to you, so close you could've sword he was your shadow. Even though he remained at a very reasonable distance from you.

"You should keep your arm a little higher or you would have it broken in a real fight" Bucky abruptly said to you across the room.

You have been a bit startled by the tone he used, attracting your attention over him.

"What do you want, Winter Soldier?" you asked with neutrality.

"Don't call me that way. I'm no longer a killer under Hydra's orders" he countered with an annoyed sigh.

You looked at him during a certain moment. Not saying anything and studying every of his facial traits. He wouldn't lie anyway.

"This doesn't resemble to what I've seen last night" you replied more severely.

"I..." the man started but he didn't carry on.

He glanced at you a long time. A very long time.

"I am sorry. For what I've done last night. This... This wasn't me and I know..."

Bucky was hesitating, looking for his words. Though, every phrase, every syllab seemed wrong and clumsy to him. He eyes were stuck on the ground.

" 'I shouldn't be alive', 'I'm a monster' . 'Tis all what you have been thinking about for three minutes now." you uttered while giving a voice to your interlocutor's thoughts.

These last sentences didn't make the man move in any way. Pretty strange, wasn't it? His silence was more eloquent than the longest speech and truth sharper than a blade. For the very first time since the day you met, you stepped closer to him. Not that you were keeping yourself at bay from him but it was more on the emotional side. You knew perfectly that you were alike on some points. Not the same and yet not completely different either. As if you were watching your appearance in a mirror. But the reflect was troubled, disturbed, somehow betrayed, by the prism of self-consideration.

You left a long sigh escape your mouth and decided to focus on the punching bag.

"What did you say already? My arm should be higher, is that right?" you inquired and with it, the end of the small discussion.

You felt Bucky coming closer to you and he gently changed the position of your arm while showing you a good posture for a hand-to-hand combat. You swiftly thanked him, so quickly that the man didn't think he heard it correctly. No one has ever been grateful to him, except when he was doing his job as the Winter Soldier. Needless to say it was shady to say the least. He gave you some advices when it came to a fight with punches and kicks. You haven't thought about breakfast only a second. The time you spent in each other's company had been really helpful, particularly because of everything you learnt today. It was nice to talk to someone and to know more about anything. Your appetite for knowledge was stunning sometimes. Your practice session ended when Steve stepping in the room, stumbling on you both while Bucky was holding your arm after you tried to punch him in the face.

"Was a good one Y/N." The man stated before noticing his old friend from the corner of his eye.

He let you go slowly after allowing your arm to get down without hurting you. Your muscle had relaxed and Bucky's grip loosened on your wrist. His metal arm left some red markings in your flesh but nothing you weren't able to handle. It was part of the risks of training with the Winter Soldier after all. You gathered all your stuff, took Kuro with you and passed to Steve's side before showering. Everyone had their breakfast, you were the only ones who missed it. It seems that Vision made it, which wasn't reassuring considering the fact that he is actually a robot which never had the sense of taste. Your only hope remained in the fact that he often watched you cook or bake for the others. In the end, it wasn't that bad.

The sudden and amusing image of Vision walking through the wall of your bedroom to ask you what was the means to bring back memories flashed through your mind. Also, his frown had to be considered as iconic when you explained the concept of Proust's madeleine. This is how he got the idea of goulash for Wanda. Scents and dishes had the power to bring back memories and used it as a means to remind Wanda's past, her family and all she cared for. Even though you had no doubt that she cared for Vision too.

You swallowed quickly your breakfast and went in your bedroom as soon as you finished. You had to practice with your energy too. Its shapes, the range of your attacks and different parameters that no science could predict. You considered rapidly Kuro's presence in your surroundings, currently lying on your bed. The little animal has already been fed since he was now wandering in the compound. Everyone has met the new recruit on your team. Tony didn't agree at first but he finally ended by petting this lovely furry creature. It was quite the sight, his big hands on the puppy's head while he was doing some stuff and checking some things before the afternoon meeting which had the aim to discuss about the day before.

You weren't that afraid, you knew very well what to say in your defence. It wouldn't be the same for Bucky, for all you cared. You stayed here until after midday and the artificial intelligence commanded by Tony reminded you this meeting. Thus, you left your beloved room and joined the other. You sat next to Rhodey and Natasha, more likely circled by them but who cared? Noticing the man who will lead this encounter, the same who presented you the Sokovia agreements, some Secretary of State or whatever.

He displayed a tiresome soliloquy about the fact that you didn't respect the rules you had to follow whatever it takes. And yet, Tony may have countered with the fact that you did everything according what they desired by asking officially an outing. As if you were a prisoner. That was right, you weren't back when the hour came. And if you hadn't been here, Hydra would have been troublesome. What they could have done was not predictable at all and the consequences can excuse your neglect.

Tony's voice was unsure and the old man didn't seem to accept it.

"I can understand it was for the common good but still, what should I say to UNO, to the people, to..." the man was arguing with a fake resolving tone.

"Tell me, mister Secretary of State, or whatever is your role, don't you think it is a bit hypocrite to make such statements?" you asked rhethorically while gazing at your interlocutor.

"No, Y/N. Don't make this worse." Tony warned behind but you hushed him with your powers.

"We've already done worse. Wasn't it a sufficient failure to fight our own allies, fighters and above all friends? How could we beat our own score on the field of nonsense?" you snapped back with an authoritative and unusual volume of voice.

You glanced at each of the people gathered in the room while standing, but this has been an action that no one cared about. Everyone received its glimpse of scorn until you have been tired of. Maybe this could make them think a little bit about themselves. You turned your back and faced now the tall, impressive, more or less charismatic man in front of you.

"As for you, and not only for you but for all these UNO men and and women working in, you are spitting, criticizing tyrants to oppress people. And yet, what are you doing with us? Do you feel safer now that you locked us up like dogs with muzzle? Does this world is clearer, less dangerous? Or more opaque, somber and unreadable?" you snidely stated with a voice full of hidden anger and frustration.

"What should be said about the people you sacrificed then? For your successes"

"If it's about sacrifice that we are going to argue, so let me tell you once for all that the first ones who are going to do it, before folks or anyone, are the guys behind me. Something you never liked to hear mister the Secretary of State. By the way, what did you sacrificed to get yourself to the place you bear now as if you were a supreme authority while you are nothing more than a simple spokesperson for something greater than you? "

"As long as I remember, no one ever called you here, Y/N"

"You know, if dogs could choose their master, if they knew what it involved, none of them would be so faithful. Despite everything, I've chosen to help here because I still have an idea of what is justice, right and wrong. And not because a carrier was demanding it, mister the Secretary of State."

You ended there the conversation. Meanwhile you were hammering your opinion inside your interlocutor's head, and crushing any potentiel reply he could have given to you. The man lowered his head and noticed the danger of you being so close to him. He stepped backwards, making you stop in your own path.

"Well..." the Secretary of State tried before forsaking the idea of saying anything else.

Everything has already been said. What he could leave to you was a mere warning. Then, few minutes of meaningless babbling after, he gathered his people before giving some extra information and left as quickly as he came. Bucky's case hasn't even been evoked through this meeting. Was it a big issue? Not that much and you felt him grateful.

"You can be really threatening when someone annoys you." Steve stated kindly after the release of pressure within the compound.

The latter was delighted that you shushed the Secretary of State or whatever this guy was. May he report the meeting to his mates with ties and expensive costumes, you didn't care. You weren't afraid of the decisions that could be taken about you. It needed more to impress you.

The compound got back to its usual calm and quietness. Nothing bothered you anymore. You spent some time with Wanda who thanked for saying all you said to the Secretary of State. Even though with the tone you used to talk to him. Your bitterness and the emotions you put in your speech addressed to this grey-haires old man. However, you apologized towards your new leader for the issues he would face but you assumed it would go very well. The one who would rightfully claim he shushed the great Tony Stark wasn't born.

You chose a book among all you had in your shelves and started to read. It was Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, you didn't know that you had a copy here. You were fully captivated by the story when you noticed the night befell on the world outside. Vision came quickly to ask you if you were hungry and he got a negative answer. Though, he remained insistent on the fact that you should make an appearance in the living room for the movie tonight. They picked a bad one though, making you completely uninterested in the images shifting devoid of any meaning on the screen. You heard the thoughts of each Avenger and according to their internal remarks about what was happening in front of their eyes, you could say there was nothing exhilarating in this same feature film. You understood something about a documentary about beavers that could have been more enlightening according to Sam. Well, he didn't phrase it that way in his head but the idea remains the same. You just came in the lounge at the climax of the film and then disappeared again.

It is nearly 1am that it occurred that you didn't see Kuro in your room, which was definitely suspicious. Wearing your pyjamas at this hour of the night, you went down the stairs to find your little puppy. The ground was cold and your bare feet didn't make any sound. Yet, once you reached the possible location where your dog could rest peacefully, you found quite a sight actually. It was notoriously know after all that this furry ball named Kuro was sleeping nearly half of the day wherever he can be, meaning he would me more than happy to sleep in a cage full of starving lions.

"I can't sleep, Steve." Bucky said with an empty voice, almost cracking sometimes.

"Nightmares, right ?" the blond-haired man replied with a benevolent look in his eyes.

The first was petting carefully the puppy you were looking for.

"I can't even trust my mind when I'm awake. What should I do if I kill people while I'm asleep? What will stop me? "

Steve would like to say something but still, he wasn't able to answer the right thing to his friend.

"Maybe you should ask Y/N. They know a lot about mind control and all."

The suggestion wasn't devoid of good sense and the black-haired man had to admit that he had never thought about it. Requesting an advice and some help, even though it was only for sleeping never crossed his mind. And he may also lack of confidence when it comes to his weaknesses. He might want to be able to handle by himself.

"You're not alone, Buck" Steve ended with a gentle on his friend's shoulder.

Thereupon, you noticed your former leader getting up from the couch and left the Winter Soldier as he was taken far from reality by his invasive thoughts. He was petting Kuro very kindly and the puppy was resting peacefully in his arms. He didn't feel your presence nor sitting next to him, making him jump out of his skin. He managed to suppress his deadly reflexes at the last second.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you" You apologized with a low tone.

Bucky shook his head rapidly. His eyesight was anchored to the ground, refusing to let go the detail that was catching so well his attention. His hand was petting mechanically your peaceful puppy.

"Are you alright?" you warily asked with a kind and unusual voice.

"I... I don't know..."Bucky mumbled while he pulled away his attention from the tile square he had his eyes locked on.

You saw him turn his head and gaze at you with a heartbraking despair and confusion, tears glinting in the corner of his eyes. Yet, he blinked. Chasing this poor view he was making of himself from your sight. You didn't mind. Having a smashed mind due to the torture, or suffering an attempt, was a harsh ordeal to overcome, mostly because of all the psychological consequences. And so did Bucky undergo since he broke free.

"You're afraid to unleash the Winter Soldier while you sleep, aren't you?"

The man nodded quietly. What could he add? This was the truth he was scared to death to kill more people. He was already fighting the dark waves of guilt in his heart, his effort couldn't be reduced to ashes and dust because of that monster slumbering within his head, equally part of himself as Bucky. He feared he would never get rid of this monster inside his head.

You lankily sighed and reached out your hand to leave a gentle tap on the man's shoulder. It was quite unusual for you to express such friendliness but, still, Bucky needed it. You saw his lip curl upwards when he looked at you. Fake or true, you never knew. Maybe both.

"This is not because you stop to sleep that you'll get any better. On the contrary, dwelling and not resting will make you increase your chances to lose control over yourself."you warned with a sharp tone, you wanted this to be engraved on Bucky's mind.

"Then what? What could I do when these fucking nightmares scare the shit out of me?" the man exclaimed with a barely controlled voice.

"Guilt consumes you. That's the reason why you don't allow yourself to sleep at night. You think you haven't the right to rest. Is that's wrong?"

Bucky couldn't move. The paralyzing truth froze his bones, disgust and self-hatred suddenly running in his veins. He didn't feel worthy to close his eyes and just have some rest, even for a couple of hours. The more he dwells, the more he was risking to kill someone, being out of control. You noticed him nod to your statement.

"If it is only about nightmares. I can do something about that."you proposed quietly.

Bucky glanced at you, a glint of hope lighting his face marked with suffering.

"You can do that?" asked obliviously Bucky.

"I've also heard the end of the conversation you had with Steve."

The man got a strange look in his eyes. What was he thinking about? You didn't know. You could answer this question but it wasn't your intention. Then, you gave up the idea and focused on the task at hand.

"Anyways, do you want me to use my powers?" you inquired with a pressing tone.

And once more, Bucky nodded. You requested from him to close his eyes and just breath lankily. So he did and while he was getting calmer and calmer then fully relaxed by the waves of your power. You approached your hand to his eyes and the orange energy shaping a ball released a hypnotic music within Bucky's mind and a short minute after his head fell on the back of the sofa. His muscles fully eased. Thus, you used your telekinesis and lifted the man until his room. He was almost cute, all happy with your puppy on his torso. He wouldn't have any dream nor nightmare. You suppressed his ability of imagination for several hours. Then, he would get it back and lightly getting up from the limbo of the deepest and most peaceful slumber. Folding down the blankets, you left your puppy and the man having some rest. They both seem delighted, though it was most visible on Kuro the dog spread out all along its length over the bed next to the man. The door shut behind you and you left to join your own bedroom. Numbing Bucky's imagination was more tiring than you would have thought but the Winter Soldier wouldn't show up. All in all, it was a small victory.

You didn't wake up when dawn had come to the compound. Your energy was a bit drained and your own rest has been more tiresome than really relaxing. However, it was the risk you accepted when you offered to help Bucky. And then, after a short night and the call from Friday to got up more or less easily. Watching you in the mirror had been a hardship, you barely recognizes yourself. You took some time to erase the markings from your tiredness and then, you went to take your breakfast. Clint said that he got the authorization to go back in his family and he was really excited to be able to finally see his wife and children.

"Sorry guys but I won't make you breakfast anymore" the archer joked with a singular glint of mischief in his eyes.

You smiled at him while Wanda was congratulating him cheerfully. And the others were all giving him warm comments and expressing their happiness for him. It seemed that Tony was personally insulted by this departure. As if the Avengers were torn apart again. You saw in his mind that he remembered when he fought against Steve but this image was blurred by a sweet filter of friendship for the warrior. The question of where was Bucky has been quickly raised. You remembered that the spell you used on him was still clouding his mind. You excused yourself and left the table to find the man in his room. Kuro was licking the man's face but nothing was efficient enough to pull him from the calm slumber. Thus, you approached your hand to his forehead and with a wave of energy you brought him to reality. It didn't take long before his eyelids would open and he could remember the world he was in.

"What...?" Bucky asked, his voice hoarse and a very eloquent red trace on his cheek.

"Hello." you greeted with a gentle tone.

"I..."Bucky started to say.

He wanted to ask if five minutes had passed since you employed that spell of yours. He remembered clearly asking you to use your magic or whatever you called your powers and then, he didn't know. His muscles were so relaxed, he was so calm. No dreams, no nightmares. A peaceful sleep. He desired it so much and he had it. No pain, no suffering, no memories –

Everything was okay. He couldn't help but a small smile curled his lips upwards, making his face glow with a charming aura. For a second, you felt that Bucky didn't have his guts tightening and tied in knots he couldn't unravel without being injured somehow. On the contrary, he sensed his heart being free and in peace. You made your way to the door and left there the man. He got up from his bed and caught up the discussion about Clint and his family five minutes later.

You spent the day trying to restore the energy you used on Bucky to numb his subconscious. It wasn't so easy though. You didn't pay a visit to the training room. Steve and Natasha were undoubtedly practicing right now. You didn't want to interrupt and your reflexes were altered by the way. Not being at the highest level of reflexion, reaction and everything alike was just a huge hallway to an injury. So you stayed far away from the room. You were watching Vision studying Kuro very closely, making Wanda smile and laugh. You were slightly worried for the puppy but the robot kept a very careful behavior towards the small and curious creature. By the way, the woman taught to Vision how to pet the puppy. You could see them delighted to experience something really common for a lot of people.

You were so lost in your contemplation of them that you didn't hear Bucky sitting next to you on the couch. You almost jumped out of your skin when you noticed him. You scowled him a little for being so silent and not warning you. A grin took its place on his facial traits and you swore internally you would kill him if he remained so glad to have scared you. Though, when he perceived your annoyed glance, his small smile fell down his face and he became more concerned by what you were going to say. Then, he stared at the ground and remained quiet for a minute.

"I... Wanted to thank you" Bucky voiced out, his cheeks slightly reddening. "I don't know what I could have done if you weren't there"

"You were hopeless, anxious and blathering nonsense. No need to be grateful. I did what I thought was right." you replied with an empty tone, as if your own words had no impact on yourself first, even though it was a lie because you were obviously happy about that.

A little bit of thankfulness for a monster such as yourself according to your own judgement was always delighting. You had no intention to say anything about it to Bucky however. A comfortable silence filled the space around you. Wanda and Vision took your puppy and went to play with him elsewhere. In the meantime, the Winter Soldier's eyes were stuck on your gaze, scrutinizing you where a not so long distance was separating you both. You could notice he was refraining from saying anything which might be inappropriate. You couldn't figure out what, though.

"Is there something you may want to ask me?" You inquired with a strangely gentle tone.

Bucky took some time to think about it. You noticed only now that he was particularly cautious around you, and with his words too. Having a completely different way to talk with you, in comparison of how he could speak with Steve. The best behavior to have in your presence.

"Can mind control be cured?" he questioned with a weird politeness. Not that it wasn't pleasing but it looked fake. His way to talk in old American English from the Brooklyn of the 40's felt natural coming from him. Not this Loki-like way to speak. You almost corrected it for that but it wasn't necessary.

“It’s not that easy but the effects can be limited, a broken mind leaves inevitably scars.” you added thoughtfully, brows furrowed trying to get the best answer to Bucky’s worries. “And a stable spirit in a stable body isn’t devoid of interest when it comes to this matter.”

The warning was clear and sharp, no more stupid ideas such as being deliberately deprived of rest. Despair and helplessness don’t mean recklessness. Your former sentence rang surely a bell within Bucky, making him flustered for such impatience to cause his own ruin. He should say he was sorry, though, what effect it would have? Other than an unwanted pity over him and a descent of the esteem that you did not have for him in the first place. Bucky thought you disliked him at best, loathed him at worst for the split among the Avengers and their reasons to fight. He should know better after the argument you had the day before. Humans were humans, even with powers beyond the common man.

“Meaning that you can heal me?” inquired Bucky while his eyes lit up.

“Did you listen to what I’ve just said?” you replied with a sharp tone.

It seemed that sleeping was raising a certain eargerness in Bucky. Not that it was disturbing actually, dealing with the Avengers also meant learning patience. You sighed lankily while you summoned a ball of orange light to test the energy left to recover in you. It would be adequate to you need of it for attempting aything on Bucky’s mind. You were simply accelerating the healing process. What was left after that was the man’s issue. Though, not only did the man had to tackle with the significance of your powers in him, but also with potential deadly aftereffects. It didn’t appear that it scared him. Quite the contrary actually. He responded with a sad look that he already was already tortured by these nightmares or memories and whatever could threaten him in his own mind, it wouldn’t be worse than what he was suffering. You didn’t agree with this last statement, objecting that it might not be what he needs.

Sincerely convinced, equally fostered somehow by what he discussed with Steve last night about your area of expertise and the skills you got after years of practice, he asked you to help. Under this condition, you would be ashamed to refuse him anything. You asked him to lie down on the couch and ordered him to close his eyes. Getting your hand circling over Bucky’s face while his eyes were open, turning more orange each second passing and then, the man tipped over into another world full of images without links between them except that they were known to him. You found another memories, slightly different from the day before, almost shifting and blurry. You figured out it was your presence. His emotions followed one another. It was quite intriguing to feel sadness then hope, anger, despair, hatred. Along your thorough expertise, you never found any peace, relief or authorization to slow down the rythm. Only raw sentiments, basic ones, almost shady, tainted of dark hues, ones which could never be lighter and closer to happiness.

You perceived Bucky flinch and shake a little when you reached a particular area of his mind. The illusion was darker, shifting. Delusions were how you worked to get the informations you needed, by creating a whole dimension within people but it wasn’t the point. The shape of what you had in front of you did not have any. More like a black hole, infinitely deep and heavy. Beyond a certain line, you could harm Bucky. Yet, you felt something beating here, like a heart or something. It didn’t have any shape, or you may not be able to give one to it. Was it literally the Winter Soldier? Or was it where the heart of Bucky was trapped somehow? You could not say, nor identify it. This was quite the infuriating puzzle but an interesting challenge nonetheless. You felt be withdrawn without your consent. Bucky was somehow waking up.

Then, you returned to reality and described what you saw. Bucky found himself clueless, you were the one with the talent. What you couldn’t say was that you were as lost as him. However, it was quite logical to consider it wasn’t such an issue after one session. And then you started a conversation about what you saw, asking for more details. You couldn’t say that the sight of a smaller Steve before becoming Captain America amazed you a second time. And you laughed about it. And some other things related to Hydra and Zemo among other things. He also told him some stories which happened during the WWII that no one talks about. There were also the fights and the opponents. He also describe the Brooklyn of the 40′s. Even though you watched it as if you were in Bucky’s place when women were interested in him. Not that it wasn’t the case these last days but he had enough to think about.

You found yourself getting closer to the man and it wasn’t the plan at the start. What you weren’t prepared to know is that since you were wandering within Bucky’s memories and all, he did it to you too. Accidentally. And he asked you about some of your loved ones that it hurt you to mention. Yet, since you will have to know your colleague and his darkest sides, you had to uncover some of yours too. Trust was the basis of the weak relashionship you solely had to have. And the more sessions went, the more you found some tenders sides in Bucky. Those were particularly hidden. The most treasured memories. If before it was only raw emotions you felt, right now they are a clearer shape and more details such as the twisting of Bucky’s guts when it came to Steve, the sentiment of failure coupled with a stronger one of confusion when he was punching the latter in the face or the despair. You sensed the emptyness within the man when the pipe or whatever was it when he fell down that train.

One day, you felt something strange around the projection of your spirit within Bucky’s mind. Lawless, powerful, you couldn’t identify it. Nonetheless, you needed it to unlock the thick, intricate mecanism around that beating thing. You figured out that if it was the Winter Soldier who waited patiently for his freedom; then you’d have to do something about it and put in a way more solid jail than he was already trapped in. When you asked to the man what he could be, he turned his gaze away from you. It was suspicious but you would discover what he is hiding from you anyways.

Bucky knew he couldn’t lie to you and... Well, how he’d be able to say to you that your way to soothe him was more efficient than you thought. He was keeping a little bit of the truth each time about his real state. He was a new man, he felt it. He didn’t feel any better in his head, he was still so afraid of himself, what he could do. Although, you were here and your gentle tone saying it was okay made him so happy. You were more reassuring than you imagined and the illusion you were giving of yourself. He saw it when he wandered among the floating screens of your unconscious and he watched you love someone passionately and lose this beloved one. You seemed so perfect together and here he was asking you to help him. In the darkness around him when he discovered all these details about you that he could have never guessed, he found the light of love shining bright inside your chest. And the wild thought saying you were in love with someone crushed him, and the mental link between you two gave you a headache for a week. 

Another day, you wandered to the man’s imagination, his regrets and the thoughts of what he wanted to say, to do instead of how he really acted.You found very useful clues here. And some you didn’t know what to do with. Which werre clearly unsettling. You risked to break the link once more but you held it still enough not to separate from him again. You had to admit that the illusion almost fell but you managed to stabilize the image before it turns all blurry and the mental breaks without possibility to resume the chain of thoughts you grasped some time before. Eitherway, every image would have been altered and not pue from Bucky’s influence. It wasn’t his fault however, you could hardly blame it.

“Are you sure everything is alright?” you inquired with a neutral tone while Bucky was somewhat captivated by the fact that he was trying to avoid your inquisitive glance.

“Yeah I am” he replied blankly.

“Yes, play dumb. It’s very funny, I assure you” you ironized with fake scorn to your interlocutor.

Bucky didn’t aswer back to your sharp tone. He was seeing things too and most of them were as unsettling as whatever you could’ve noticed in his mind. Knowing a person fully, each detail of the past as if being these very same people, was so unnerving and mostly scary. But then, the man liked what he saw and felt after all the hours spent in your own mind. He liked you, your being, your mistakes and your achievements. He has been amazed, raising and reminding him this forgotten sentiment called love, with all it implied.

“Don’t need to explain. I know” you ended there with a smile on your lips.

Bucky doubted of these sentiments storming inside his heart and his guts like sea monsters which are fighting for dominance over as illusional as the universe he was discovering sessions after sessions.

“You know what?” inquired the man with interest.

Your smile grew wider as you reached out your hand to touch his next to yours on the couch. As if it was kind of a reflex, Bucky leaned to your touch and left himself be. It was reassuring. And, as an answer, the fingers of his flesh hand curled up onto yours. Maybe the start of a new life. Both of you didn’t know. One day, you might be free.

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[martelldoran]

unsolicited tfatws opinions because i have them vol. 1

warning: here be spoilers

starting on the positive because there were things i did like in the episode

things i liked

sam wilson: *exists*

me:

sam's storyline was definitely the strongest of the two in this ep and i liked pretty much everything he did.

the opening aerial fight! was! so! cool! seeing batroc again was a nice nod to tws too and an interesting parallel to steve's lumerian star fight. i loved seeing his quick tactical thing, seeing how he fights, and the way he utilises the wings even in close quarters.

sam speaks arabic!

sam fixes redwing! (validation of a hc of mine that he's good with robotics. maybe that's a widely held fandom one as well? idk)

i instantly found torres to be really endearing and i'm looking forward to seeing more of him throughout the series. the relationship between him and sam has a lot of potential.

the manipulation of the government and general set up for sam's storyline felt strong. good basis for a story and pertinent to the current political landscape.

sam's speech as he handed over the shield was well written and gave me the same kind of vibes as the 'the price of freedom is high' speech. they could be quite nicely paralleled side by side.

sam's family! look, i'm a sucker for domestic moments for our faves so the entire sequence where we got this insight into sam's past, his relationship with his sister, and where he's come from was brilliant. i like sarah a lot and seeing her frustration with her brother for trying to come in and fix things when he's been gone for so long felt really realistic. i felt for her a lot. because you can tell there's so much there bubbling under the surface, a mix of love and resentment and frustration that was palpable as they talked about what to do with their parents' house/boat/business. so, give me all of the sarah wilson moments pls n thnx.

seeing the consequences of the snap (hi, i am refusing to call it the fucking blip. marvel, my god, get better names for shit.) idk how in depth they're really going to go into it all but at least they attempted something here with the scenes at the bank.

bucky's nightmare sequence as the winter soldier. it was such a brilliant reminder about how terrifying tws actually is. he's silent and ominous and THAT MUSIC. his presence is legitimately unsettling from the moment you see him. (but he runs around like a bull in a china shop which does make me 🤔 when i remember he's supposed to be a g h o s t s t o r y. idk. not exactly stealth and shadow work. but that doesn't look cool on screen so 🤷🏻‍♀️)

and on that note, vindication of my 'they sleep on the floor after coming back' headcanon. literally had raymond holt screaming in my head the second i saw bucky wake up on his living room floor. does my heart break for him? yes. was i smug about being right? also yes.

leah seems cool. could she actually be telepathic??? since she hit every single one of bucky's boats while they played battleships? i would like to see it. 😂 there's def more to her character than meets the eye since she's slated to be in all six episodes.

bucky having one (1) old man friend even if the reason behind it was heartbreaking.

so, yeah. these things i genuinely liked.

things i didn't like

the therapy scene. i genuinely hated it. there's a different between a no nonsense therapist and someone being deliberately antagonistic and that definitely erred on the side of the latter imo. she tells him to 'get over it' and mocks him for not reaching out and meeting people. media in general doesn't do a good job of depicting therapy so this is just yet another poor offering into the canon. i'm tired. i want healthy depictions of therapy already. it's supposed to be a supportive environment ffs.

plus she kept calling him james 🤮 genuinely wouldn't be surprised if she turns out to be a bad guy plant. which i think is a cliche at this point? 🤔

bucky's new look. which i know we've seen before now but i've not offered my unsolicited opinion on it. it's just sebastian stan in an ugly leather jacket. it's generic male lead#346. it's broification. someone said they made him look like brock rumlow and now i can't unsee it. 😭 rip to bucky with the good hair. i'd have loved to see him with some curls tbh. or a wave that kind of calls back to his pre-war days. anyway. i digress. character design is 0/10.

would have been nice to see him cut his hair as a marker of him starting a new chapter and coming into his own personhood.

rhodey's disability was just? glossed over? no visible assistive tech at all?

the date. just the fact it was there at all. it was heavy handed and not subtle and we know why they put that in there within the first 10 minutes of bucky's screen time. that's all i'm going to say about it. if you follow me, you know where i stand. we don't need poorly written romance. get it in the bin.

there was no acknowledgement of bucky's relationship with steve. if there was a memorial to be had then bucky should have been there. maybe these will come later but i'm not holding my breath.

is steve dead? i assumed that the party line was that young steve died in the battle and no-one knew about old steve . but did they actually kill steve off-screen? what a kick in the teeth if that's the case. let me just cut open a wound for them to pour the salt straight into, shall i?

things i'm mostly neutral on

john walker. he looks like a cop and his wink at the camera gave me the creeps but i'm interested to see how that pans out. i hope sam beats 50 shades of star spangled shit out of him.

the flag smashers. premise of a world without borders is interesting and a believable concept given what's happened in universe. there's a lot of scope there i think. that said, the name is dumb.

right. i think that covers everything for now. my expectations going in were really low, i won't lie. before the premiere i tried to stay away from the trailers and tv spots and the hype in general so i was pleasantly surprised at how much i enjoyed certain aspects of the show.

in conclusion, some good, some bad, some ugly and i will be cherry picking my favourite nuggets for fic at a later point. also, i'm still a skrull!Steve truther. real steve is chilling with some wakandan goats 😌💖✨

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[nina-wrote-this]

Last Romance - One Shot.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You move on after Thanos’s Snap, but a ghost from the past still wants to make things right. 

Warnings: Sadness, break up and a lot of melancholic ;)

Word count: 1,555

A/N: Hello, loveees! So, this is my first Bucky One Shot and I have this idea after having a dream with Sebastian Stan :) I also used two songs as inspiration: Long Break – Moody Woody and Último Romance / Last Romance – Los Hermanos (they are my favorite Alt-Rock Brazilian band). I’ll put the links below the GIF and if you want to listen while read, it will be an even better experience! I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think! If you find any typos, please let me know (English isn’t my mother tongue)!  

INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME SPOILERS AHEAD!

Song’s links: Long Break - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGh_Iyw6fgI | Último Romance - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27TT85GA9VM 

Telluride, Colorado.

2 years after they come back.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bradley! Have a good night!” You gently said getting the heavy paper bags with all the fresh ingredients for your wedding anniversary.

“For you too, Darling! Enjoy your husband!” The old lady smirks.

“You can count on that!”

Your life was perfect now. After Stark’s death and all the story with Thanos, most part of the heroes and allies decide to get there retire, and you are one of this people.

You cross the country moving from the Avengers compound to a small town in Colorado, laying down your weapons and abilities and getting your brushes and canvas. At somehow, you were still trying to save people, but now using art.

And you have him. The man who give you more than you expect: love, safety, partnership and calm. Blake was amazing. You two rebuild yourselves together when everything happened.

Blake used to be an Interpol agent and his wife and daughter died in a car crash when the Snap happened, there uber's driver faded away and the car fell off a cliff.

You two found each other in the help group Steve used to organized. You moved in together, you grow together, you cried together and fight together against your own demons. Blake supported your decision to risk your life on the time travel and fight the battle even knowing that the first man you ever loved would come back. Blake would love you regardless of the choice you would have made.

And you choose Blake, he was your future.  

You drive through the shy suburb of the small town, and thank for being there.  

At the end of the street, was your house. A yellow wood little house in the middle of a large grassy rectangle, surrounded by hibiscus and white roses.  

Soon you get in, you start putting your plans in action. Pasta, broccoli, tomatoes, lettuce, Blake's favorite – weird – cheese, 3 bottles of wine. Cut, cook, wash, decorate, another glass of wine… shit, I can’t get high yet.

The music that was playing on the living room suddenly stopped and a strange familiar metal sound came to your ears.  

After years surrounded by wars, crazy insane Titans, Hydra and Shield, your mind was pretty fucked up. So, yes, a nosy sound was something to worry about.

You walked slowly following what was bordering your thoughts, but you didn’t have to do too much. Just few steps, and you see him in the corner of the room. I’ll always be in the shadows, babe. The memory of his voice hits your mind like a shoot.

“You scare me…” You took one last sip of your wine.

“Your place is beautiful.” His eyes were haunted and his voice come out like a whisper.

You nodded smiling.  

“How are you?” He tried to approach but stopped himself.

“Good. You know, retirement does me good.” You cross your arms, protecting yourself from your old feelings. “And you, how have you been? Still living in Wakanda?”

He faced the floor taking a deep breath.  

“I… I left Wakanda right after you…” He hesitated and you knew why. “I'm working with Sam now.”

You try to keep smiling, but your eyes meet with his, and you could read them like an open book: He was broken.  

James has a fucked up brain, he has his issues and Hydra problems, but the way he looked like now was something deeper. Years before, you saw this same look but was in your own eyes, every damn day, when you woke up and see yourself on the mirror.  

He was alone, he missed you.

“James, say it.” You broke the silence and he frowned. “You invade my house at the exact moment my husband isn’t. The only thing that motivated you to came here is because you probably have something to say. So, please… Just say it!”

“I miss you!” He didn’t even search for the right words. “And I want you back. I need you back!”  

“Don't!” You turn your back to him walking back to the kitchen. “Don't tell me you come here today to say this after all these two years, James.”  

For the first time he come closer to you.

“What did you expect?” He asked confuse. “Y/N, do you really think I'm doing this for fun? You know this isn't easy for me, talk about these things, and I know you can read me easily than anyone.” He said fast.

“James, I know you're in pain. But, if is hard for you, believe me, it’s two times harder for me.” You point your finger to him. "For you was like fall asleep for a couple of hours, but for us, for me, was and still being an eternity.” Tears already falling in the corner of your eyes.

“So, what was the purpose, Y/N? Bring me back, so you could feel good to yourself and return to your happy fake life?” His voice sounded disappointed and his metal arm fisted against the sink. “эгоистичный!”

Your heart broke in little pieces and the control was gone.

"Don't you dare call me selfish!" Your voice was cracking and the regret filled his eyes. "Did you really think that I left you because I don't love you anymore?"

He took a long breath, and you try to hide your tears.

“You still love me?” He gets closer to you without losing the fragile eye contact.

“Is this matter now?” Your eyes break the contact running the kitchen and your hands falling down in redemption. “Don’t hurt yourself, моя любовь.” You asked.

He placed his hands on each side of your face and bring to his chest. The cold of the leather jacket in contact with your skin sent a shiver down your spine.

Even knowing this was – at somehow – wrong, you let yourself relax on his embracing. James was warm, his muscles created a protective barrier around you and his fingers caressed your body looking for all the parts where your skin were naked for him. Your arms crossed around his neck and on tiptoes you barred your face on his shoulder.

“You cut your hair…” Your cracking voice whisper to him trying to break the tension, while you run your hand through his hair strands.

“Like you always suggest.” He smirked bringing you to face him. Yours foreheads touched and his eyes found your soul. “Come back, Y/N! I do anything to have you back, моя любовь…” His lips brushed against yours. “Whatever you want, just tell me, and we will do it, okay?”

For a couple of seconds, you imagined your life with James. Maybe both of you living in a big farm, waking up together, getting back the time you two lost. Kisses, shy touches, his overprotection full time, your crazy manias and his strange neuroses. Was perfect. Was much better than the time you guys lived in Wakanda.  

But was too late.  

You were sure you didn’t take the break up decision alone. You have asked him what life he wanted for himself and he choose to continue Steve's legacy, but you wasn’t available to live that kind of life anymore. Follow different ways was the best decision.

He tried to kiss you hardly, but you get back.

“I can’t, James…” You grabbed his black shit. “We can’t…” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. He felt the goodbye was happening again.  

The car's engine rumbled on the garage bringing you back to reality. Blake was arriving home.

“Y/N, we can…” James tried, but you knew what you have to do.

“Go.” You direct to the backyard door. “Now!”

“Where is my beautiful, lovely, super hot wife?” Blake screamed at the front door.

James leaves the house without looking to you, without any noise.

You clean the tears of your face, put on the best happy face and waited for your husband get in the kitchen.

“There she is!” His sexy voice said.

You turn around and there was Blake: dressed with his Professor social attire, flowers in one hand.  

Blake you’re perfect.  

“Hello, Mister sexy voice!” You kissed him slowly and intense.

But you’re not James…

He gets his hands free and finally hold you spinning around ourselves.

“You okay, honey?” He took a look on your eyes. “Looks like you cried, or something like that… Is everything good?”

Blake is perfect.

“Yes, honey!” You smile shooking your head and squeezing your eyes. “It’s just the wine!”

But he is not James…

The living player come back with the song. Último Romance / Last Romance, Los Hermanos. Your honeymoon song.

“Right on time!” Blake automatically pressed his body against yours and start following the music melody, singing slowly.

“I love you, Y/N. Happy wedding anniversary!” He kissed your neck.

“I love you too, honey. Thanks for everything…” You rest your head on his shoulder.

You two stayed on that moment, seams like forever. When your eyes find the kitchen’s window you locked on James's eyes, staring your perfect moment.

“E ninguém dirá que é tarde demais / And no one will say it’s too late

Que é tão diferente assim / That’s so different

Do nosso amor a gente é que sabe / About our love, is us who knows”

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A/N: What you guys think about some continues of this one shot? Maybe like, Y/N and Bucky's  time living in Wakanda, or Y/N’s wedding day, Y/N and Bucky’s break up... I really enjoy write this story ahahahah :) 

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[itspufflehuff]

Cookies - Peter Parker Imagine

Summary: Y/N, Peter, and Ned have all been best friends since the second grade. When Y/N experiences her first heartbreak will they be able to help her? Most importantly will Peter?

MATERLIST // TAGLIST

I know I normally post Sebastian Stan/ Bucky but I want to also get into the other MCU characters/ actors so here is Peter Parker! I have some more Sebastian/ Bucky imagines in the making but for now enjoy.

Let me know what you think! You can read part two here.

Word Count: 2,558

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You and Peter first became friends in the second grade. He fell off of the monkey bars and lay on the floor holding his arm in pain. His friend, Ned, stood to the side smiling and clapping, "Do it again!" You grabbed the last cookie from your lunch box then walked over to Peter. When he got to him you stood there holding the cookie out, " I fell off the monkey bars one time. I cried but my mom said cookies will always make me feel better." He giggled and reached out taking the cookie from you.

From that day on Peter and Ned would join you for lunch and ask you to play with them during breaks. The three of you soon became inseparable.

You loved your best friends and always saw them as just that, friends.

That was until sometime in middle school. You don't know exactly what happened to flip your emotions the way they did, but when you looked at Peter your whole day got better. You always found yourself wanting to sit next to him whether it be in class, during movie nights, on the bus, or in the cafeteria.

Once you noticed how your feelings towards your best friend had changed you did your best to suppress them. You knew he didn't think about you that way. It was obvious, the way he and Ned would drool over girls in front of you. So you pushed your feelings to the side and tried to move on.

You did for a bit. As middle school went on you developed crushes on other boys. Of course, nothing ever happened with them you were too young and boys at that age were too dumb.

When high school came along your feelings for Peter grew stronger. He was so smart, kind, and nerdy. You loved his pop culture references even though they were lame. He always made you laugh and it didn't help that he was cute.  But he would never feel the same about you.

Or so you thought.

Little did you know he too started to develop feelings for you. He loved watching you read. It fascinated him the way you would react to what's happening in the book as if you were there. Whenever you would furrow your eyebrows or raise them in shock made him smile. And when you laughed he laughed too. He had no idea what about but he thought it was so adorable the way you would get lost in your book. He also loved the way you understood all of his references. Not only did you understand them but you went along with them. Like that one time, the three of you so badly wanted to go to the premiere of Star Wars Rogue One but your mom said no.

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You all sat there in disappointment when Peter jumped up from his chair excitedly, "Ok I got it! Remember that one episode of Law and Order when the three girls sneak out of their house? They pretend to be their mom and text the other mom saying they're gonna have a sleepover."

You looked at him impressed then shook your head, "No that wouldn't work, my parents love you guys but they would never let me sleepover."

The boys nodded understandingly when you got an idea, "What if I just sneak out the fire escape? Kinda like how the girls from Sleepover snuck out, except they left the window from a two-story house, and ill be on the fifth floor of an apartment."

"Good idea. I live down the street so I could pick you up. But what if your parents want to check on you?" Peter questioned.

"Well in the movie Julies older brother put on a wig and had his back to the door so their dad would think she is home. The only problem is none of us have siblings who can do that for me."

Then from the left of you, Ned looked up excitedly, "I have a cousin our age with your hair color who owes me a favor."

Just like that, you all escaped for the night.

~~~

Before that night you'd never made a pop culture reference, of course, you quoted movies and shows from time to time but you never referenced them the way he did, you only ever understood them. That night his crush on you grew bigger.

Peter never showed interest in you though, which lead you to believe he could never like you in that way. In another attempt to move on you started dating Flash freshman year. Yes, Flash.

I know what was wrong with you?

But in your defense, he was different back then. He was a really sweet guy, and he made you feel cared for. Of course, everyone knew his family was filthy rich but that's not why you dated him. You two were friends and although he didn't have the same interest as you, he appreciated them and asked you about them. He made you happy.

At the beginning of your relationship, everything was great. He was never threatened by your two best friends so when you told him you wanted to sit with them during lunch he had no problem. After school, you two would study and talk about how your day went. He would always ask you about the latest book you read. Seeing how happy books made you he bought you more, but they were always special edition covers. When you weren't with Peter and Ned you were with Flash. He held your hand so sweetly and he was your first kiss but he never rushed it. The first time he tried to kiss you, you pulled away. You weren't ready yet, you wished it were Peter kissing you. Then a month later you had gotten over your Peter crush, so you kissed Flash. You were both so happy.

That is until he realized what being rich meant. People started coming up to him and inviting him to parties. He slowly became more and more popular. He started buying you jewelry instead of books. He asked you to wear the jewelry when you were with him, and when you didn't, he would distance himself from you. Instead of dates, you went to parties, none of them were ever fun. Study time became the Flash show where he would go on and on about himself never letting you speak. He started showing up to school in a limousine. Then he started flirting with the popular girls. At first, he had the decency to hide it from you then he started doing it in front of you. One day he broke up with you and moved on to a prettier girl.

Even though your relationship was already falling apart it still hurt you bad. You cried for days. Peter and Ned did everything they could to make you feel better. They would walk you home and stay with you until your parents kicked them out. Peter was so angry.

How could anyone hurt Y/N? I would never treat her the way Flash did.

The day Flash dumped you, you ran home straight after the bell rang. Peter and Ned were so confused they went to your home to check on you. Your mom let them in and pointed to your bedroom, "I don't know what happened but she seemed sad when she got home. She won't talk to me, would you let me know if she's alright?" The boys nodded, their faces full of concern.

Hesitantly they knocked on your day, "Go away!"

"It's Peter and Ned." They heard sniffles behind the door. Peter got closer to the door and in a low voice said, "Please let us in we want to know you're ok."

"Fine, come in."

Your eyes were puffy and your face stained with tears. You were sitting on your window seal with a blanket draped over your body. The boys slowly dropped their bags beside your door. They didn't know what to do.

"What happened?"

You looked to the window not wanting to see their faces, "Flash dumped me for some popular girl. I guess I wasn't good enough for him anymore." Tears fell silently as you sniffled and held back sobs.

Peter and Ned looked at each other.  They were thinking the same thing. In the past few weeks, they noticed a change in Flash's behavior. They saw how miserable he was making you. Although they didn't say anything they knew it wasn't too long until he broke up with you.

The boys were silent so you looked over to them seeing that they still stood in the doorway, "You guys can sit down."

So they did, Ned walked over to your desk sitting on the chair, and Peter on your bed.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Peter asked cautiously. They'd never seen you like this before so they didn't know what to do.

"Do you want to eat chocolate while we watch chick flicks?" Ned offered

"What? No. Ned, I don't think girls actually do that in real life."

"I don't know what I'm doing! I've only comforted you after a girl rejected you, even then all I said was, 'that sucks wanna go build some Legos?' and everything was better."

"Yeah but-"

"Wait." You spoke from where you were. You were silently watching them amused. The tears stopped coming as a soft smile arose on your lips.

The boys looked over to you as you spoke, "I like Ned's idea can we do that?"

He proudly let out a chuckle and smiled, "See I knew she would like that."

Peter rolled his eyes, "We will handle the snacks if you handle the movies?"

You nodded excitedly. Everyone got up from their spots, Peter and Ned headed for the door and you headed for your laptop.

Ned walked out first and happily called out, "We'll be right back Mrs. Y/L/N."

Your mom came out of the kitchen confused. She stopped Peter and asked about you. "Flash broke up with her today and she's taking it pretty bad. If you don't mind we're gonna head to the store and grab some snacks for a movie night? I really think it will make her feel better.

Seeing as it was Friday night your mom agreed and smiled at Peter.

Two blocks away from your apartment there was a convenience store where the boys went to pick up the necessities. They grabbed handfuls of chocolates, chips, ice cream, and drinks. As they were getting ready to pay Peter saw a stack of cookies. He remembered that day in second grade, 'Cookies will always make me feel better.' He smiled at the memory and quickly grabbed them.

When the boys got back to your room everything was set up. Your computer was hooked up to the TV, you made room on the floor where Ned usually lays (you even made it comfortable for him with pillows and layers of blankets), and the bed was made usually you and Peter lay there.

"Let the festivities begin!" Ned shouted as he dropped the snacks onto your bed. You all laughed as everyone took their spot.

Before you laid down you started the first of many movies, The Hot Chick.

When you made it to the bed Peter was sitting there waiting for you, "I got you a special snack."

You scrunched your eyebrows as you looked at him. He pulled out your favorite bag of cookies. Excitedly you grabbed them from him with a smile on your face.

He never failed to make you smile.

"Just like your mom said, cookies will always make you feel better." He looked into your eyes with a soft grin.

You said that to him many years ago you almost forgotten, "Thank you."

He took his shoes off and laid on your bed. He was on his stomach facing the foot of your bed. You sat up on the headboard with pillows behind your back and a blanket over your legs.

Two movies later half the snacks were gone along with Ned. His mom wanted him home for a family dinner, which left you and Peter alone. You two took a break from the movies to have dinner with your parents.

When you two got back to your room you took Peter's old spot at the foot of the bed and he took yours sitting at the top, "What movie next?" He asked.

You pondered for a second, "Hmm, how about Princess and the Frog?" You tried holding back a smile. Noticing this he couldn't hold back his own, "Start it."

As the movie played he could hear you softly reciting the lines along with the characters, "I would kiss a frog. I would kiss a hundred frogs if I could marry a prince and be a princess."

You didn't even realize you were doing it, you just loved this movie so much you knew practically every line. Peter watched you and smiled.

How could anyone not love her?

He noticed you shiver ever so lightly and quickly covered you with a blanket, but you were too into the movie to notice.

When the movie ended your mom walked into the room, "Ok Peter time to go home."

You groaned, "Moooom, just one more movie. Please, please, please please, please!" You begged just as Lottie did when wishing on the star. Peter chuckled at your antics.

Your mom gave in knowing you needed it more than ever right now.

"Ok, it's the last movie gotta make it count!" Peter said bouncing on the bed.

You typed the movie in as Peter read it out, " Love, Rosie. What's that?"

"One of the best romance movies ever!"

You got back onto the bed this time sitting up next to Peter. He laughed beside you, "Ok we'll see about that."

The movie played as you two watched the stories of two best friends fall in love at the wrong times. Peter couldn't help but think maybe you two would fall in love one day. He looked over to you surprised to see tears falling down your face.

Instead of asking if you were ok or if something was wrong, he grabbed your hand and squeezed. Just a small gesture to remind you he was there for you.

Grabbing the blanket you wiped your tears. He started to let go of your hand when you reached out for it again, this time interlocking your fingers.

Without looking at each other you both smiled to yourselves.

At some point, you rested your head on Peter's shoulder and fell asleep still holding onto his hand.

When the movie ended he was surprised to see you had fallen asleep. He let the credits play in the back as he rested his head on top of yours just enjoying the moment.

"I love you, Y/N. Someday I will have the courage to tell you and we will have a love story even better than what we see in the movies because ours will be real. I promise." He kissed the top of your head, slowly let go of you, and with one last look, he left.

He did keep his promise, but that's a story for another day.

#peter parker #muc #marvel #tom holland #peter parker imagine #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #spiderman #spider-man imagine #spiderman homecoming

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I Watched TWS for the Millionth Time So Let’s Over-Analyze This Shit

-TFA theme at the beginning 🥰 (that theme is so fuckin good)

-Sam’s lil jogging route around the Tidal Basin/Mall

-Steve being sassy , just as a general

-Steve’s sadness errands

-Sam relating to Steve on the soldier front and making him feel seen

-Just. Sam Wilson

-The way that Steve’s to-do list in the movie varies from country to country (For instance, the UK list has Sherlock instead of I Love Lucy and The Beatles)

-Also I wanna know Steve’s thai order

-The fact that this whole exchange is happening at 6:39 am

-Natasha drives with all the recklessness of a 16 year old that just got their license

-Stealth Suit Stealth Suit

-Steve deflecting Nat’s date suggestions

-Steve’s aversion for parachutes...reckless endangerment ✨

-Steve speaking/understanding at least a little french

-Tony having designed the Helicarriers to have arc reactor power instead of turbines because “he got a close up look at the turbines” in The Avengers 2012 when he got caught in them

-“This isnt freedom, this is fear” aka the embodiment of Steve’s character

-Steve’s exhibit being in the Air and Space museum even tho he flew a plane once and crashed it

-Bucky’s display having two different birth years (1916 and 1917. the correct one is 1917)

-In the little video of Steve and Bucky, Sebastian Stan was saying “We *are* friends” after the director told them to “act like friends” for that shot

-Steve acknowledging Peggy’s family and therefore acknowledging that their relationship with each other, while still close and special, is not romantic anymore and Peggy telling Steve to move on and start over wtf endgame

-The parallel of Peggy losing her memory as Bucky regains his

-Sam Wilson willing to show vulnerability and not being ashamed of his PTSD and treating Steve like any other attendee and hoping Steve will open up too if he sees that it’s okay to

-Steve’s face after “it was like I was up there just to watch” cuz he gets it and both sam and him had to watch their other half fall

-“What makes you happy?” “I don’t know”

-The Winter Soldier theme is just Bucky’s scream pitched different and made to sound mechanical because Henry Jackman wanted it to sound like a man trapped in a machine

-Why is Steve a lucky bastard that has his own laundry machine

-Steve leaving his apartment building after Sharon points out the music and then SCALING THE SIDE OF HIS OWN BUILDING AND CLIMBING IN THROUGH HIS WINDOW LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE SEEING CAPTAIN AMERICA JUST CLIMBING INTO HIS APARTMENT THROUGH HIS WINDOW ONE NIGHT

-STEVE’s APARTMENT I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS (i might make a separate post on that)

-The fact that “A Long, Long Time” is playing when he sees Bucky for the first time in the future and the song is about lovers reuniting after the war i’m not saying it’s gay but i am

-He calls Fury “Nick” which really indicates theyre not close in the slightest

-Steve is excellent in adapting under pressure (him immediately catching on and using Fury’s code story: “who else knows about your wife?”)

-Steve is Awful at lying but hes also Excellent at lying

-How tf did Steve get the flash drive in the vending machine without the vending machine dude noticing i-

-“Captain Rogers” “Neighbor >:(“ petty little shit

-Steve’s observation skills are A+++++ as we can see in the elevator scene

-More reckless endangerment like imagine just going through your work day and captain america falls through the ceiling

-Steve stole someones gym clothes after escaping SHIELD. let that sink in

-Natasha has about a billion masks on at all times (“I only act like i know everything, rogers” “the person that programmed this was slightly smarter than me. slightly” “the truth isn’t all things to all people all of the time”) also she’s quite insecure, especially when it comes to being perceived as a good, trustable person

-Meanwhile, Steve’s consistently himself even if it costs him

-Bucky trained Natasha in the Red Room (at least in the comics) so theres a good chance she made the connection between him and Steve and withheld that information

-The honeymoon in New Jersey😭😭

-Steve and Nat both have very different, but entirely valid approaches to situations: Steve’s is that of a tactiction, Nat’s is that of a spy’s. We see this in the scene at Pentagon City Mall

-Steve’s looking for someone with shared life experience and bucky has that

-Bucky killed JFK

-When Zola tells him that his death and life both amount to that of a zero sum, he punches the screen with his bare fist, not his shield, indicating just how much that upset him

-Pierce offers Bucky milk cuz he knows “the asset” can’t refuse or accept offers. He’s taunting him

-Sam drinks orange juice straight from the bottle and also doesnt refrigerate his mustard. There’s also a baseball trophy in his apartment so,,,,, baseball player sam anyone?

-Sam is also a gem who immediately helps out Steve and Nat with no judgement in his tone so they don’t feel ashamed

-Nat straightened her hair somewhere in Sam’s house

-“Cuz thats really not your style, Rogers” “you’re right, it’s not” *rubs sitwell’s arm* “it’s hers”

-Steve and Nat banter Steve and Nat banter

-Sam is just *clenches fist* so cool

-Nat immediately knows where Bucky’s gonna shoot when he lands on the Sam’s car and later she knows how to affectively fight him best because he trained her so she knows his fighting style

-Steve alone saying “Bucky?” was enough to break Bucky’s conditioning the slightest bit

-Sam met Steve like 36 hours ago and he’s already being arrested and made into a government fugitive with him and it won’t be the last time

-Steve is the only one entirely restrained

-“Even when I had nothing I had Bucky”

-Everyone meets Sam and is just like “aight let’s trust him with the highest clearance security information”

-Steve looks super nauseous all through the scene where Rumlow is handcuffing him and later when he says, “he looked right at me, like he didn’t even know me” he sounds sick and choked up

-Steve carries a lot of weight on his shoulders

-Steve’s “Bucky?” after the highway battle and Steve’s “Bucky?” in Bucky’s memory in the Vault Scene being different (in Bucky’s memory, he looks more heartbroken)

-Sebastian’s acting. Just all of it. And the way Bucky just opens his mouth for the mouth guard before he gets wiped....heartbreaking

-Steve realizes an organization that was meant to protect the people has become its own antithesis so hes like “aight. get rid of it” damn that’s the right mindset right there

-In the memory scene after Sarah’s funeral, Steve is so out of it and distressed, that he can’t find his key but Bucky immediately knows exactly where it is and what he’s lookin for

-Bucky was vain as shit and also had money: tailored suit, hair w shit ton of brylcreem in it

-The big breakfast Steve had was at Sam’s house

-The whole scene on the helicarrier between Steve and Bucky is incredible here are some highlights: Steve never backing down from a fight until it’s Bucky he’s fighting, Steve dropping the shield for him, Steve being ready to die if living means he’s living in a world where Bucky’s alive and doesnt remember him

-Their acting in that scene is so genuine and heartbreaking i can’t- i can’t-

-Steve’s got a comm i’m so chances are Nat, Sam and Maria can hear a portion of what’s going down on the helicarriers

-“I’m with ya to the end of the line” is basically “til death do us part” so the equivalent of wedding vows between Bucky and Steve is what ultimately broke Bucky’s conditioning

-When bucky fell, steve didn’t jump after him but when Steve fell, bucky went after him even tho he’s brainwashed. don’t think about steve’s guilt surrounding that. youll only get sad

-Bucky waited until Steve took a breath to leave him

-Sam waited by Steve’s side in the hospital

-In the end credit scene, Bucky and Steve originally were supposed to make eye contact, but the writers didn’t want it established that Bucky remembered Steve until CW

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Every time I watch it from here on out, I’m gonna add a lil more as I notice hehehe

#ca:tws #captain america #the winter soldier #Steve Rogers #stucky #natasha romanov #Bucky Barnes #sam wilson #marvel #marvel shit

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Nerves (Repost)

Summary: Sebastian and Y/N have been friends for years; he's seen her at her best and worst; but he's never seen her as nervous as she is right now—preparing to give a speech at her sister Carly's engagement party tonight. Meeting up at Seb's apartment beforehand, he can think of only one thing to do to help calm her nerves...

Request: Anonymous said: Babes. Based on that GIF I sent you. I need Seb or Bucky, your choice, drabble or headcanon, your choice, kissing the reader when she’s really nervous and hasn’t been kissed in a decent while. 😘 - Kansas

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: light swearing, steamy moments, Sebastian Stan's mouth

Word Count: 833

A/N: This is a repost of a short fic in response to an ask received back in October. (Fortunately for all of us, I found the very GIF that started it all. Hehehe.) Happy reading!

Sebastian sat waiting in their favorite cafe for Y/N to meet him for their weekly lunch date. He was eager to hear all about how work was going, what new things she wanted to try, where she wanted to visit. His head snapped up at the sound of the bell over the door giving out a little chime; it was her, it had to be.

Sebastian’s blue eyes found her face easily, but she looked tired, so very tired. He stood quickly to take her coat and guide her into the seat across from him, her coffee ready and waiting. “Y/N? Is everything okay? You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

She sighed heavily, hiding her face in her hands. She wouldn’t meet his gaze and Sebastian knew something was wrong. “My sister’s getting married. I got the Save-the-Date card in the mail this morning. I’m supposed to be giving a speech at the engagement party tonight.”

“Really, Ryan finally popped the question? Well, congrats to him and Carly. But what’s so bad about giving the speech?” Sebastian asked after careful consideration. As far as he knew, Y/N loved Ryan and the way he treated Carly like she was his whole world. He couldn’t fathom what would have caused her to be so upset about their engagement party.

“Because, Seb, a speech? You know I don’t do well talking in front of people. Remember when we first met?” She threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. “There’s no way I can give a speech with everyone staring at me. I’m going to ruin the party.”

“Oh, come on. We both know that’s not true, you’ll be great. I know you will.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re used to doing things in front of an audience. You’re Sebastian fucking Stan, for shit’s sake!”

“You’ll be fine, Y/N/N. I promise.”

+

5:00 came too early for Y/N’s liking. She and Sebastian had agreed to meet at his apartment and ride over to her parents house together, that way they both wouldn’t have to worry about a place to park. She stood outside his door a bundle of nerves and panic, heavily considering backing out of the party.

On cue, Sebastian opened the door, ocean blue eyes shining as he took in her appearance. She always looked beautiful to him, even when her nerves had her practically vibrating on the spot.

“Right on time,” he said. He stepped back to let her in, and gently pulled her inside by her fidgeting hands. “Will you calm down? The more you think about it, the more you psych yourself out.”

Y/N shook her head. Her cheeks were red from the walk over. “I can’t do this, Seb. This whole speech is a bad idea. I’m going to say the wrong thing, or forget what I wrote, or trip over my dress. Carly will never forgive me for ruining her night, and then I’ll be uninvited to the wedding.”

“You’re the Maid of Honor, she’s not going to uninvite you to the wedding. Just take a deep breath.”

“Nope, I’m gonna call her and tell her I’m not coming. I-I’ll lie, I’ll say I got the flu. Or my car stalled. Or I lost my keys. O–”

As she spun back around to face him, Sebastian closed the space between them in the blink of an eye. His hands held her cheeks, and his lips met hers in a searing kiss. For a second she stood shocked, before she melted against him. With one had on the small of her back, he pulled her closer. His mouth led, hers followed. He eagerly licked at the seam of Y/N’s lips, asking, begging, pleading. Her reply was a strangled moan, allowing his tongue to enter.

She pulled back as her lungs screamed for air, staring at Sebastian in shock and awe. It’d been so long, too long since someone had kissed her like that, she almost forgot what it felt like. “Seb, I–”

“Shut up,” he said, breathless. This time, she met him halfway. He walked her toward the wall until her back hit; he mapped out every inch of her mouth with his, licking and nipping at her lips, warm breath fanning over her face. Heat traveled between the two of them as he kissed a path from her mouth, across her jaw, and down her throat to the space between her neck and shoulder and back up. His hands found purchase in her hair, and he tugged slightly. The muscles in his arms bulged as he held her still, sandwiched between his chest and the wall behind her.

“What the hell was that?” Y/N leaned her forehead against Sebastian’s, they both struggled to catch their breaths. She let out a small whine as he kissed her once more, relishing in the feeling of his tongue hot and wet and worshiping her mouth—in control of every moment.

“Now, you’re not thinking about how nervous you are.”

#nerves fic #sebastian stan fanfiction #marvel fanfiction