More stuff below, I ramble and extra stuff of Seb.
Uh so me and bestie played pressure and we actually enjoyed it
Never thought a Roblox game could actually be good but here we are.
The voice actor for Sebastian is also amazing so that’s a plus.
We annoy him a lot and that’s pretty fun, like jumping on him and flashing him (he shot us), shoving the key card on his tail and going in and out of the room.
This game gives slight bendy vibes so of course I’d like it (it does have a batim reference with an “I’m outta here” achievement :])
He’s quite the fine specimen.
Sketch + flat transparent version because I’m proud of how he looks :} (ignore the mistakes)
Evening walks in the city with the rest of the night tangled together in the sheets. As one of the most successful people there are, everyone's after him, but Bucky only has eyes for his best girl - you. His hard exterior melts the moment he sees you. He always has one arm wrapped around your waist throughout the night at a dinner or party. You're always dressed in the finest, courtesy of Bucky. He loves spoiling you. If he finds you staring at something in a shop, even just for a second, he's making a mental note to order it for you later. Sweet kisses and cuddles shared in his New York condo, the world around you disappears and all you can focus on is him.
Warnings: Ummm... Angst, Fluff... I think that’s it? Oh, and some swearing. :)
Summary: When everyone is stuck in Storybrooke, you become Grace’s mother. But when the curse breaks, who knows if you will be able to see the girl you had grown to love (and her handsome father) again.
A/N: Sorry, I suck at summaries, but enjoy! This is like my oldest WIP, so I’m proud! 😅☺️
Locking the door of the café, you smoothed down your uniform before fishing your keys out from the bottom of your bag. It was nearing the end of September, not cold enough that you had brought a jacket with you, but cold enough that you had wished you would have at least brought a sweater or something. Head down, focusing on finding the damn keys, you didn’t realise you had walked straight into someone, until you felt the impact.
It felt like walking into a wall. Your head snapped up and you stumbled backwards, about to hit the ground if it weren’t for the pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist and catching you just in the nick of time.
“Shit! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking. Are you okay?” You frantically uttered apologies as soon as your feet were steady on the ground.
“I’m okay, sweets, don’t worry yourself about it.”
You became slightly flustered at the pet name, but quickly brushed it off, thinking about how he said it so casually.
“If you’re sure.” You gave him a small smile before continuing. “I would stick around but I’ve got to get back to my daughter, sorry.”
You turned and started slightly jogging back to your car when you heard The Mystery Man call out.
“At least tell me your name, sweetheart!”
“It’s Y/N!” You called over your shoulder as you made your way down the street.
......
“Paige? Sam?”
You steeped into your house calling out your daughter and her babysitter’s name.
“I’m here, mama!”
A smile lit your face as you saw Paige run towards you. You embraced her in a large hug before turning to Sam.
“Hey, thank, and sorry I was late. How much do I owe you?”
“Oh, honey, don’t worry about it, you know how much I love staying with Paige.” She waved your hand away as you reached for your wallet.
Sam was and elderly lady who lived a couple houses down the street. She was always kind to you and your daughter, and refused your money most of the time.
You bit down on your lip, anxiously, before checking with her again.
“Sam, are you sure? I mean, I was late today and I’m pretty sure you have better things to do.”
“Oh, nonsense, dear, now put that money away before I make you.” Her threat was playful and non-existent, but it still made you comply.
“I’ll see you next week, dear... goodbye Paige!” Sam called out, and, after hearing your daughter’s reply, she headed out the door while you thanked her, yet again.
You made your way to you daughter, who was in the living room, reading. You plopped down on the sofa next to her and pulled her close to you as she snuggled into your chest.
“What’cha reading?”
“Just a book, mama.”
“Mhm. Have you eaten?”
“Yep! Sam made pasta.” She replied before going back to her book.
You watched as she furrowed her brows. The book looked complexed for her age but she seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless. You smiled and kissed the top of her head before heading to your room and changing into more comfortable clothes.
Your mind drifted back to the handsome stranger and you hoped you would see him again. Hopefully, many times.
You returned to find Paige dozed of, tiny snores erupting from her form. You smiled, and picked her up, carrying her into her room. You gently placed her hon the bed and covered her with the duvet. You kissed her forehead before heading out of the door and into your bedroom.
After the long day you had had, the moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.
......
The next day started like any other. You woke up and freshened up before waking up Paige. As she got ready, you made breakfast. The two of you sat down to eat when a sudden feeling of uneasiness came over you. Then again, but stronger. And it all became clear.
Your life before Storybrooke flooded your brain, vivid images of forests and castles and…
You looked up and met Paige’s eyes. You didn’t know her before Storybrooke so you didn’t know her real name. She looked as shocked as you were, perhaps even more so. She probably had a life, with a family. She was the closest thing you had had, having no real family in Misthaven.
“What’s you name, honey.” You asked her tentatively. Although she was no longer your child, you still cared for her deeply and the thought of leaving her broke your heart.
“Grace.” She replied in a quiet voice.
“What a beautiful name.” You smiled and she returned a small one.
“Do you have any family, darling.”
She nodded.
“My papa.”
“Do you remember what he looked like?”
“Yes. He was tall, he had blue eyes, like mine and longish light brown hair. We lived in the forest.”
You nodded along, deep in thought. You weren’t sure you knew anyone who fit that description.
“Shall we go look for him?”
You reached for her hand and you led her outside.
Understandably, there was chaos. People ran back and forth, shouting the names of their loved ones.
You and Grace looked for her father for the whole day but there was no luck.
……
The next few days were the same, although a little calmer with some sense of normalcy. Grace continued to stay with you as the search for her father continued.
After a week or so, the two of you grew worried. You managed to constantly reassure the young girl but you couldn’t help feeling anxious all the time.
You held Grace’s hand as you crossed the street, heading towards her school. You hugged the girl you had grown to love before kissing the top of her forehead. You let go and started to walk back before you heard hurried footsteps. You abruptly turned to see Grace running towards her father, shouting out. Your heart sank. You knew this was inevitable but it still didn’t prepare you for the real thing.
You were about to head back, when you saw the pair walking towards you. You stayed rooted with furrowed brows as they came closer. Only then, you got to see who the man was.
The Mystery Man from the café.
Your brows furrowed and your jaw dropped slightly. You would never have guessed he was a father.
As they approached you, you put on a smile and extended your hand towards the man.
“Y/N, right?”
Your smile became genuine as you heard he remembered your name.
“Yes. It is. But I do t think I caught yours?”
“Jefferson.”
He shook your hand as you tested out his name, liking the way it rolled off your tongue.
“I just wanted to say thank you. For looking after Grace all this time. I don’t think I can thank you enough.” He chuckled.
“It was no worries. She is the sweetest child. You’re lucky.”
“That I am.” He gazed lovingly at his daughter before turning back to you.
“Um, I was just wondering if you were free, if you’d like to join us for dinner, tomorrow maybe. Take is as my way of thanking you.”
“Oh! Like I said, it was no worry at all. You don’t have to do anything.”
“Please. I insist.” His voice was firm and it sent a shiver down your spine.
“Well, if you insist.”
“Perfect! Does 7 work?”
“7 is perfectly fine.”
“Great! I’ll see you then, sweetheart.” He gave a subtle wink which made your heart skip a beat.
As you both turned your separate ways you couldn’t help having a giddy smile show up on your flustered face. You got to see the girl who you had grown to love as well as her handsome father again.
As much as you loved your job, you hated the uniform. Tight, white skorts that barely covered your ass and almost see through white shirts. Sure, it was hot as fuck, but you felt as if you were parading around the place half-naked.
If the customers don’t complain, then don’t change.
That was your boss’ saying. George Barnes. The millionaire who made his money from country clubs. Though, he didn’t seem to notice that his members were rich old guys who liked ogling at young women like yourself.
Creeps.
......
As you got ready for the day, the early morning sun illuminating the fields and reflecting in the pools, you hummed a random tune as you moved between places, straightening the furniture and making sure the golf clubs were accounted for.
You mostly kept to yourself, enjoying the peace and serenity in a beautiful setting, not really speaking to anyone, unless of dire emergency. 5 minutes until opening time. 5 minutes until the beginning of yet another long-ass day.
4 minutes.
3 minutes.
2 minutes.
1 minute.
“Hi. Welcome back to Barnes and Sons, Mr. Thompson, would you like the same area as last time?
......
A couple hours into your shift and you were getting bored. Staying at the register was not fun what-so-ever, but one of your colleagues were off, so you were assigned their job. You found a piece of scrap paper and was randomly doodling on it when a shadow was cast over your hunched form.
Most members had already arrived, so you looked up in surprise. You were met with three guys who looked slightly older than you, but your focus was on the one in the middle. He had short, dark brown hair, a strong jawline and the prettiest blue eyes you had ever seen.
No kidding.
Leaning on a golf club, he winked at you before speaking up.
“Hey, doll. Any chance there’s some free space by the courses?”
“I-I think there should be, sir, if you would like to follow me?”
You felt heat rush to your cheeks and you inwardly cursed yourself at stuttering.
You heard choruses of ‘Yes!’ as you led the men out back. The sun shone down in beautiful, light rays as small droplets of cool water hit your skin by the pool.
You reached the empty course, looking around at the other families laughing, playing and having fun, happy noises filling the air.
“This course is free. Um, if you need anything, just let me know.”
You gave the three guys a smile before turning around, though you abruptly stopped once you heard your name being called.
“Yes, Mr...” You trailed off, realising you hadn’t taken their names. Oops.
“Just call me Bucky, doll, and this is Sam and Steve.”
He pointed at the dark-skinned man beside him and then at the blonde on his other side.
“Also, I was wondering if you could stay with us?”
“Um, I’ll have to check if there is anyone who is able to take the desk. I’ll let you know as soon as possible.”
You skipped off, nearly running in your excitement to spend some time with the handsome guy.
Bucky.
......
It took almost 15 minutes to track down someone who could take over and you were getting worried. In the end, Michael, one of the friendlier staff, agreed as you thanked him a million-and-one times, though he just smiled and waved you off.
You smiled giddily as you made your way back. You reached the guys and found them bickering with one another.
“...no way.”
“Watch me.”
“Fine, but we gotta make a bet.”
Bucky and Sam were facing towards each other as Steve stood between them, looking like a mother tired of her children arguing. He locked eyes with you and rolled his eyes, making you giggle. Bucky detected the sound and turned towards you, a mischievous smile breaking out on his face. He beckoned you over and you slowly walked towards them.
“Hey! We thought you abandoned us.”
“Sorry, there was no one to take over the register.”
“No worries, doll, your here now.” He gave you a smile which made butterflies erupt in your stomach as you smiled shyly back at him.
“Anyways, Sam thinks I can’t get this ball into that hole in one shot, what do you think, doll?
He pointed towards the bright red flag at the far end of the field, indicating a hole and you swallowed nervously. There was no way he could get that in in one shot.
“U-um, yeah, you could probably get that in.” You were used to telling people what they wanted to hear, but you slightly hesitated with Bucky.
“You’re lying, doll.” Bucky spoke up, staring at you intensely, a smirk on his face as he looked at your flushed face.
“Um...” Your eyes avoided his, looking everywhere but in front of you. You contemplated on persuading him that you were telling the truth, but you knew that would fail; he was too observant. You ended up telling Bucky that there was no way he could get it in, it was too far away as he scoffed and Sam laughed.
“Okay, doll, we’ll see... but, if I do, I get to take you in a date.”
“Then, you have to be nice to Sam for a month.” This time, Steve spoke up, while Sam clapped Bucky on the back laughing as the man in question threw his head back and groaned.
“A week.”
“A month.”
“A week.
“Two weeks.”
“A week.”
“Ten days.”
“Deal.”
Both Bucky and Steve smiled at their own little victory as you rolled your eyes and giggled at their childish antics.
“So, how does that sound, doll.”
“It’s a deal.”
Bucky winked at you once more before lining the ball and club up. Everyone’s eyes were trained on him and there was no sound coming from the four of you, only the slight laughter and chatter from the families in the distance.
With one swift hit, Bucky hit the ball with his club as it soared through the air before...
You giggled when Bucky caught your eye and stuck his tongue out at you. He sauntered forwards in your direction, before rubbing the back of his neck, nervously.
“Shit!” Bucky yelled as the ball continued rolling on the grass, away from the hole.
Sam and Steve laughed at the pout on Bucky’s face before taunting him about how hard the next ten days would be for him. Bucky rolled his eyes, a smirk on his face as he pretended to be angry at his two friends.
“So, about that date?”
You laugh slightly at Bucky’s nervousness and he raises an eyebrow, apprehensively.
Swinging your duffel bag over your shoulder, you descended the stairs two at a time. It was around 7 am and you had no idea where the urge to go to the gym came from. Since moving to New York a few months ago, you hadn’t really had the chance to check out the huge gym a few blocks away from your apartment - until this morning.
You were wearing a sports bra and shorts, a plain black hoodie thrown on top and your headphones draped around your neck.
The corridors were empty so you assumed that the room would be too. You hadn’t bumped into anyone in hallway - yet - and frankly, you weren’t in the mood for too much socializing.
Nearing the end of the corridor, you saw an open door and decided to use the room but the second you walked in, you saw it wasn’t empty.
A man, around 6ft tall, was standing in front of the mirror. His phone was held up and headphones were draped over his ears. His back muscles rippled with every slight movement and you couldn’t help but stare. With the angle of his body and where you were standing, you were unable to make out his face.
So, you stepped into the room. The man looked up, alarmed and whipped around, wide eyes staring at you. Pink coated his cheeks at being caught.
You stared straight at him, mouth opening slightly in shock. Stood before was no other than the one and only, devilishly handsome actor - Sebastian Stan.
Yes. The. Sebastian. Stan.
You were a fan of his work and couldn’t help but look at him in wonder. He was much more handsome in real life with short, cropped hair, a sharp jawline decorated with a slight stubble and piercing blue eyes. His broad chest was smooth, with defined abs. A thick vein ran along his left arm and his Adonis belt was sharp and clear, due to his shorts set low on his hips.
He started to stutter, trying to find an excuse of sorts but you just gave him a small smile and went and placed your bag next to one of the machines.
......
Sebastian smiles to himself, despite being caught in an embarrassing situation. He could tell that you knew who he was, your bra only giving it away slightly.
He liked how you didn’t rush up to him or bombard him for photos and/or autographs like many other fans would have done.
His eyes wandered to you, giving you a not-so-subtle once-over. His eyes lingered over the curve of your ass and the bounce of your breasts as you worked on the treadmill.
Placing his phone back into his pocket, he went and joined the treadmill next to yours.
......
You glanced over to see Sebastian start up the machine. He caught your eye and gave you a smile.
“I’m Sebastian.”
“Y/N.”
“Haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Um, yeah, I just moved here a few months ago but I haven’t been able to check the gym out until today.”
“That’s a shame. Probably would’ve remembered seeing a lady as beautiful as yourself around.”
Sebastian gave you a wink and you felt heat rush to your cheeks.
......
Around 10 minutes had passed, and you began to grow tired. Your legs were aching due to lack of exercise in the past few months and sweat was starting to bead along your forehead and neck.
You held it out for a few minutes longer before turning the machine off and collapsed against the counter, your sore legs barely able to hold you up.
“Fuck. It’s been a while since I’ve done that.”
You grabbed your water bottle and towel as you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to catch your breath.
Sebastian turned off his machine and walked towards you standing directly in front of you, barely sweating or red in the face. He actually looked well rested and you envied him and his stamina.
“Since you’ve done what?”
“Worked out. God! That was torture.”
Sebastian laughed quietly as you saw how close he actually was. Barely inches away, Sebastian held onto your hips as you looked into his bright cerulean eyes.
You were caged by the counter as Sebastian lowered his lips to your ears and leaned to the side. Your breath hitched as he came slightly closer so you could feel his semi-hard against your hip.
“I could help you with that.”
His hot breath fanned against the shell of your ear as arousal pooled between your thighs as he continued.
“Y’know, with working out, making you feel tired, sore... help you get your stamina back... leave you wanting more.”
Your breath was coming out in short, quiet gasps when he suddenly took a step back. You looked at Sebastian in confusion as he smirked.
He fished his phone out of his pocket before unlocking it and handing it to you.
You cocked your eyebrow and tilted your head slightly, silently asking ‘what?’
“Your number, darlin’.”
Oh.
With a small smile you punched in your number and sent a message to yourself, effectively hearing a small, muffled ‘ping’ from your duffel bag. You handed the phone back to Sebastian.
He walked towards you once again, his large hands placed on your waist. His gazed flicked to your lips and you were pretty sure you were soaking through your panties now.
He pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips, breaking off before you could respond to it - kiss him back. You let out a small whine and he cockily smirked and sauntered out of the gym, shouting slightly over his shoulder.
“I’ll text you the details of our next training session and we’ll figure things out from then.”
And then he was gone, leaving you wanting, to be able to feel his lips, properly, on yours, his hands in your hair, his -
You heart your phone ‘ping’ again from inside of your bag and you rushed towards it. Opening it, you immediately saw a text from an unknown number - Sebastian.
Unknown number:
Meet me here at this gym. 9AM. Tomorrow. Do not be late.
You grinned to yourself, thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen tomorrow.
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Bucky’s past with HYDRA, Cursing, Fluff
Summary: Bucky is sent to Wakanda to recover and you’re with him, every step of the way.
A/N: I am doing two small drabbles/blurbs for ‘Recovery’. One is this one, which is fluffy with a happy ending but the other is pure angst. Pick whichever one you want to read; or even both! :)
Bucky was exhausted, but ecstatic. Mainly exhausted.
Inside the hut, he held onto you like a lifeline, not that you minded. You curled into his left side, as his right arm wrapped around your waist. You cracked open an eye and squinted at Bucky and smiled at his peaceful, sleeping form.
Last night was tough to say the least. Bucky had gotten his trigger words removed completely, most credit going to Shuri.
He was finally free.
As much as you wanted to be there for him, you weren’t allowed, so you hand anxiously waited for him back in the hut, your foot tapping nervously against the floor. As soon as Bucky walked in with tear-stained cheeks, you walked up to him and wrapped him in a hug. You held him all night as he sobbed uncontrollably from happiness.
He was finally free.
You cupped his face as he smiled sleepily. He perked through his eyes at you, his smile growing wider. You stretched up and placed a kiss on Bucky’s soft, pink lips, his hand travelling up to cup the back of your head.
You broke this kiss before speaking, your voice barely a whisper.
“I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Tears welled up in Bucky’s eyes as he fought not to let them fall. You knew how much that meant to him, even though he couldn’t find the words to express it.
For the last several decades, Bucky had been through so much shit, being tortures, brainwashed and used as HYDRA’s puppet. He was blamed for things he was forced to do and suffer the consequences of HYDRA’s action and the world not understanding. He was dubbed ‘The Winter Soldier’, a name he despised. His nights were plagued with memories of HYDRA, his sleep cut short by the people who hurt him. No one deserved that. Especially Bucky. He was the most shy and gentle man you had ever met and you couldn’t believe that he was an ex-assassin when you first saw him.
Last night was memorable to say the least. Bucky was free from his trigger words that had haunted him for most of his life. The words that turned him into someone he was not and someone he didn’t want to be.
He was finally free.
Of course, this wasn’t all. The path was long, but you were going to stick with him, every step of the way. Bucky had to go to court-mandated therapy once he left Wakanda. You knew how much he hated opening up, even to you. It took a while before Bucky let his guard down so you were apprehensive how he was going to be in front of someone he didn’t know.
But you weren’t going to worry about that right now. All you cared about was being in the arm(s? xD) of your lover, proud of him keeping his head up despite everything.
