#sebastian stan fandom
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Word Count: 1,925
Warnings: fluff, anxiety, fluff
A/N:Hey, y’all! @sonofadeanwinchester and I decided it’d be cool if we wrote a series together. SO, HERE’S CHAPTER 23! also i have no idea how i pulled this off but this chapter definitely sucks but oh well
After a few days, you’d completely unpacked all of your stuff into Seb’s house, and most of the shock had worn off. You were still concerned that the two of you were moving too fast, especially since he had taken the initiative to move all of your stuff into his house without even telling you first. You knew you loved him, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to be an actor’s wife. Especially one who worked for a company as large as Marvel. He’d reassured you about his fans, but he wanted to take you to his press tours and premieres, and you weren’t sure how to prepare yourself for that.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Word Count: 1,925
Warnings: fluff, anxiety, fluff
A/N:Hey, y’all! @sonofadeanwinchester and I decided it’d be cool if we wrote a series together. SO, HERE’S CHAPTER 23! also i have no idea how i pulled this off but this chapter definitely sucks but oh well
After a few days, you’d completely unpacked all of your stuff into Seb’s house, and most of the shock had worn off. You were still concerned that the two of you were moving too fast, especially since he had taken the initiative to move all of your stuff into his house without even telling you first. You knew you loved him, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to be an actor’s wife. Especially one who worked for a company as large as Marvel. He’d reassured you about his fans, but he wanted to take you to his press tours and premieres, and you weren’t sure how to prepare yourself for that.
You’re sitting on Seb’s balcony, with a beautiful view of L.A., a book in hand. You were rereading A Series of Unfortunate Events to get ready for the Netflix series. Seb had gone out to get groceries, and you’d declined his invitation to join him. You needed to relax and have time to think. You read for a little longer before you drift off to sleep.
You slowly wake up, noticing you’re no longer sitting outside in the chair. You’re laying in Sebastian’s bed, assuming that he moved you there when he got home. You stretch, checking your phone when you realize you’d been asleep for 3 hours. You hear footsteps in the hallway and Sebastian comes in, beaming at you.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” he says as he climbs on the bed, kissing you softly.
You kiss back hesitantly and he pulls away, confused.
“What’s going on?”
“I’ve been thinking…”
He winces, “that doesn’t sound good.”
“I’m nervous. I don’t know if I’m ready for press tours and red carpets and being next to you in the spotlight. I have all this overwhelming anxiety that I’m going to fuck something up and you’re going to leave because I might ruin your career.”
He picks you up as he crosses his legs, cradling you in his lap, “darling, when I mentioned press tours and all of that, those won’t happen for months. We have a long while to get situated and for you to get used to this world. There’s not a chance that you could ruin my career, because I won’t pick acting over you again. If it comes down to it, I’ll pick you.”
“Seb, you can’t do that. That’s not fair to you.”
He scoffs, “what are you talking about? Of course it’s fair. I broke us when I chose acting the first time. You’re the love of my life, my soulmate, my everything. You’re so much more important to me than some silly career.”
You sigh, “Sebby, you love acting.”
“Yes, I do. But you know what?”
You raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish his thought.
“I love you more.”
You blush, kissing him softly as you turn to wrap your arms around him. He moves so you’re laying back down on the bed, “so is there anything else you’re worried about?”
You bite your lip, looking up at him, “I’ll let you know.”
He kisses your forehead, picking you up, “well I ordered Chinese, it’ll be here in a few minutes.” He carries you downstairs to the living room, sitting down to pull you on his lap as you turn on the TV. You change the channel to MTV, learning about the newest drama between two celebrities you really didn’t care about. The news changes, and it’s like you’re staring in a mirror. The reporter is talking about you and Sebastian, a photo of the two of you at LAX taking up most of the screen. She’s discussing how beloved you are among Marvel fans, and Sebastian kisses the spot behind your ear, making you shiver.
“I told you so,” he says smirking, leaning into kiss you before he’s interrupted by the doorbell. He stands up and opens the door, and you hear the delivery guy start to panic when he recognizes his customer.
“Oh my god, you’re-” Sebastian smirks, handing the guy cash, including a big tip, signing his autograph on a napkin. He closes the door behind him, coming back to join you on the couch.
He sets the bag on the table and you immediately dig in, biting your lip as Sebastian watches you.
“God, I love a girl with a healthy appetite,” he says, taking a bite of his own food.
You wiggle your ring finger, winking at him, “well I sure hope so, otherwise we’ve got a bit of a problem.”
He laughs as he turns on Netflix, putting on BoJack Horseman. You’d made him watch the first episode the day before, and he was addicted now. He’d even started calling you “Diane,” because you reminded him so much of her character. He was your Mr. Peanutbutter, goofy, yet absolutely charming.
You eat with your legs across his lap, leaning on him as BoJack screws something up again. This was probably your favorite series on Netflix, other than Shadowhunters. Matthew Daddario was your favorite actor. Other than your husband, of course. But speaking of Matthew, you knew if you had the chance, you’d climb him like an oak tree.
“But why is BoJack so fucked up?” Seb asks through a mouthful of egg roll.
“That’s what makes him so relatable. He’s just a big mood and he doesn’t know what he’s doing with his life.”
“I cannot believe you just said ‘big mood.’ Holland says that shit all the time. What a kid.”
You frown at Sebastian, “go easy on him, like you said- he’s just a kid. He’s probably as scared of all this huge Marvel stuff as I am. Actually, that gives me an idea. Can I have his number? Maybe he can give me some tips on how to not go into full blown panic attacks in front of the media.”
He thinks it over for a minute before nodding, pulling out his phone, “yeah, you know, that’s actually a great idea. And you can probably give him tips on how to act like an actual adult.”
You roll your eyes, “baby, we just got married at Disney World. I hardly think I’m the kind of person that should be giving advice on adulting.”
He laughs, kissing the top of your head as he forwards you Tom’s information. You text Tom and finish eating before curling up on your husband’s lap to continue BoJack. Sebastian runs his fingers through your hair, occasionally kissing your forehead. You and Tom text back and forth for a bit, and you smile at Sebastian.
“Can Tom come over for breakfast tomorrow? He says he wants to hang out with you away from everybody else since you seem the most chill.”
Seb shrugs, “fine with me. But he better bring his own bib,” he says as he finishes his food, placing the empty containers on the table.
You grin at him, pausing BoJack so you can turn to face him, “do you remember our first real date?”
You pace around your room in your turquoise blouse and white skinny jeans, waiting for Seb to come pick you up. He had finally asked you on a date, and you were panicking. You’d known him so long, what if this date ruined your friendship? You wouldn’t be able to handle losing your best friend.
You hear a knock on your front door and freeze before running downstairs to open the door. “I GOT IT,” you scream, not wanting anyone else to greet Seb. You open the door to your date holding a single sunflower. He hands it to you and kisses you on the cheek, leaving you a red-faced mess.
“You look beautiful,” he says, stepping inside.
You grin and put the flower in a vase in the kitchen before leaving your house with Sebastian. He opens the passenger side door for you and kisses your forehead, closing the door once you’re inside.
“So where are we going?” You ask as Sebastian starts up the car and starts driving.
“Oh, I’m not telling. It’s a secret.”
“Seb pleaseeeee…” you beg, puffing out your bottom lip.
“This is our first date, love. If I can keep it a secret, I’m going to keep it a secret.”
You frown, looking out the window. Your date puts his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently, “don’t worry, I know you well enough that I can promise that you’ll love it.”
He pulls up to a pizza place you’ve never heard of. It looks like it’s cheap, but it could still be a nice sit-down date spot. You walk in with him and he takes you to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes. He pulls out your chair for you and sits down in his own, smiling at you.
“Well, you were right, Seb. This is perfect.”
The waitress brings you both menus and you each order a Coke, and as she walks away, you can visibly see how nervous he is. You reach across the table and take his hand, looking him square in the eye.
“Sebastian, calm down. You don’t need to be nervous.”
He laughs, running his hands through his perfect, chestnut brown hair, “of course I need to be nervous, I’m on a date with my best friend, who–” he cuts himself off, removing his hand from under yours and grabbing his Coke from the waitress as she arrives. He takes several gulps of his drink and you thank her, asking for a few more minutes before you order.
“Who what, Seb?” You ask, taking a sip of your Coke.
He sighs, setting down his drink, “who I’ve been wanting to ask out for a while.”
You laugh, shaking your head, “well you asked me out and we’re on a date now, so chill so we can actually enjoy it.”
He smiles and picks up his menu, and you steal glances at him looking over your own menu. He looks more relaxed now, more like the Sebastian you’ve come to know and- you stop yourself, even though everyone knows you’re in love with him. Luckily, he’s too oblivious to know, but he’s not too oblivious to notice that you’ve been staring at him.
“Helllloooooo, Earth to (Y/N). Why are you staring at me?” He asks, putting down his menu.
“Sorry, I got distracted.”
“I know, I know, I’m so hot it’s distracting.”
Hot doesn’t even begin to cover it, you think as the waitress returns and you order. You get a breakfast calzone, and Sebastian gets a meat lover’s pizza. She takes your menus and walks away, and Sebastian raises an eyebrow at you.
“You do know you’re sharing that calzone, right?”
“Make me, Stan.”
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After dinner, Sebastian drives you back to your house, and you invite him inside to watch a movie.
“Okay, but we should probably watch it on the couch. Cuz ya know, Gabe.”
You laugh as you walk inside, plopping yourself down on the couch. Sebastian sits next to you and grabs the remote and puts on “13 Going On 30,” one of your favorites.
Seb pulls you onto his lap, kissing the top of your head. You freeze, not knowing what to do. You know he’s an affectionate guy, but that’s not something he’s ever done before. You breathe and lay back on him, resting your head on his chest.
“You know,” he says through a yawn, “Mark Ruffalo seems like a cool guy. I’d love to meet him one day.”
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⤿word count:1.2k
⤿ summary [also requested by anon (thank you!)] : insecurities can be caused by many things but there is always one person to love each one of the things you hate…
warnings :18+, smut, reader is insecure about her vagina but i haven’t included a description of anything specific, fingering, pussy eating, tiny bit angst, fluff
*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡
You were gripping the microphone you were holding as you tried to calm yourself down. There wеre soo many people in front of you, and even after years of being an actress and going to Comic–Cons, you still couldn’t get over your anxiety sometimes.
You thought that grounding yourself with the cold surface of the microphone was going to calm your flipping stomach, but the harder you squeezed it, the warmer the metal was becoming, and this wasn’t helping.
It was worse than you expected, and you smiled awkwardly as one of your co-stars was answering a question.
‘Y/N?’ Sebastian whispered, and you jumped slightly because you thought he was on the other side, four people away from you. ‘You okay, baby?’ He asked concerned and saw the way you were holding for dear life the microphone in your hands.
‘I’m just anxious, but it’s okay.’ You mumbled and felt his big palm gently enveloping your arm, just above your elbow, squeezing it lightly.
He knew well how to calm your anxiety just with his touch, and you were only dating for a few months. It always seemed like he knew you better than anyone else, even better than you know yourself, but you knew him better, too.
‘I can’t wait for us to go home so I can finally calm you down a little.’ He groaned in your ear, not even carrying about the next question.
Your breath got stuck in your throat as you tried to form words in your mouth. Was he talking about sex? Probably. That’s why you just smiled tightly and whispered ‘Me too.’
But things weren’t that easy, not at all. Your anxiety was even worse when it came to having sex with Sebastian, which you never did because… well you still haven’t gotten to that part yet. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to or because you didn’t, you knew that he wanted this, but whenever stuff escalated between the both of you, you stopped him, always.
Being insecure about body parts was like being sick. It made you feel terrible. You couldn’t even enjoy the things you wanted to, just because of insecurity. An insecurity that was the end of many relationships for you. You realized how toxic they were, but they all ended when men stripped your panties and saw what was between your legs.
You couldn’t picture Sebastian reacting the way your exs did, but that feeling was still there. The feeling of not being good enough just because you were like this and there was nothing you could do to change it.
You arrived in front of Sebastian’s apartment, walking anxiously behind him as he unlocked the front door and opened it for you.
Before you could realize what was happening, he turned around on his toes, and his mouth found yours in an eager kiss. Both your tongues and teeth met each other as you were trying to pour every bottled-up feeling from today, every little piece of anxiety and awkwardness but not your insecurity.
Sebastian slowly walked into the apartment, still not breaking the kiss. You allowed him to lead you, but as soon as the hall ended, his hand left yours, and he wrapped his hands around your hips. He lifted you and placed you on the kitchen table.
‘Let me make you feel better…’ Sebastian tried to catch his breath after the heated kiss as his hands leisurely traveled down to the button of your jeans.
He looked at you from between your legs and unbuttoned them. At this moment, all you could think about was him being between your legs, waiting like a starved animal. But when he started to slide the jeans down your legs, your head snapped.
‘Stop!’ You shouted and lifted yourself on your elbows, shivering slightly from the cold surface of the table.
He immediately pulled away, shock written on his features, but what made your heart sink more was the worried look behind the shock.
‘Did I do something? God, I’m soo sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you!’ He started to ramble, his fingers ran anxiously through his hair.
‘Sebastian…’
‘I don’t know what happened. I just, I - ’
‘Sebastian!’ You shouted, and his rambling finally stopped. His head snapped up to look at you, eyes wide and watery. ‘I’m okay, baby. You didn’t do anything. It’s my fault.’
‘But you haven’t done anything wrong, sweetheart. Why are you saying it’s your fault? What’s wrong?’ His palms cupped your jaw, and you squeezed his wrists, closing your eyes for a moment.
‘All my past relationships ended when they found out about… about my vagina. I know it’s normal to have different types, and I know it sounds silly, but they never liked it. Like they were disgusted by the way it looks.’ You confessed, your cheeks becoming red.
‘Sweetheart, look at me.’ Sebastian put his index finger under your chin and lifted it so he could look into your eyes. ‘Those people had no idea how to love a woman. I’m not saying that I know how to love someone the right way, but I know that I love every part of you, no matter how it looks. I don’t want you to feel this way, and I’m sorry you had to go through this, but never think you’re less attractive because of your body. You are beautiful, and you should feel beautiful, baby. Every part of you is beautiful, and I’m going to show you how much I love every corner of your body if you let me.’
‘Please.’ You pleaded, your eyes watering a little from his speech.
Sebastian removed your underwear and your shirt, tossing them to the side. He started kissing first your ankles, taking his time with your calves until he stopped for a while on your inner thighs. He slightly sucked on the soft skin there, leaving love marks all over them before his head disappeared between your legs.
‘So beautiful.’ He groaned against your core before his warm, damp tongue slid between your folds. You couldn’t help but moan, your grip around his waist tightened, bringing him even closer. Your hands ran through the soft locks of his hair as he sucked on your sensitive bud, making your spine arch in a rainbow shape.
‘I love you.’ You whimpered as his tongue twirled around the soft skin.
‘I love you.’ He murmured, the vibrations of his voice sent shivers down your spine before his tongue entered you.
You only hoped that his neighbors won’t hear your moans as they grew when his mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly.
When his fingers replaced his tongue, opening and closing your soaking folds, you could taste yourself on his lips. His finger entered your hole as he felt your tight walls squeezing him inside of you.
The tight knot in your lower stomach continued to tighten until you couldn’t take it anymore.
It felt like a fresh wave washed over your body, and the tight knot was finally released, your walls clenching around his fingers.
‘You’re soo good, baby. I won’t let anyone tell you otherwise because you are the most beautiful woman. Every part of you and I will continue to do that until you understand it.’ Sebastian whispered against your lips, brushing your hair away from your face.
‘I don’t need anyone else to tell me… I just need you.’ You murmured against his lips before capturing them into a kiss.
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⤿ summary [also requested by anon (thank you!)] : you reassure sebastian during the met gala.
warnings :fluff, one curse word, feeling insecure and people being rude
*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡
You were posing in front of the photographers whose camera flashes snapped and clicked with each photo being taken. Even after attending the Met Gala for many years now, you still got a little bit nervous as everyone yelled your name.
This year’s theme was Gilded Glamour. You loved those times and how women dressed back then in their pretty dresses and hair secured in a beautiful bun. That’s why you wanted to go a little extra on this event and it seemed to work. Everyone was in love with your dress.
You were wearing a long, white, satin dress with short sleeves, secured with an asymmetrical pastel pink bodice. The middle of the flowing material was tied with ribbon in the same pastel pink color as the corset. Two lines of pink satin waves were finishing the dress at your feet.
But the main highlight of your outfit was the flower décor all over the dress. Fake pink roses were attached all over the fabric, especially around the ribbon where part of the dress was tied like a bouquet and in your hair where it was tied in a half-bun.
The outfit was completed with white satin gloves with a golden bracelet on each wrist and a pearl necklace ending with a golden charm.
‘Did you see what a terrible outfit Sebastian Stan is wearing?’ A voice came to your ears as you were trying to pose for more pictures. You tried to ignore it, thinking that it was probably something else and you only imagined it until you heard the reply.
‘It’s not even in the theme like how is he not embarrassed?’
Your heart sank into your chest as you quickly apologized and went in a search of your secret boyfriend. Even though you two had prepared together, you arrived at different times, still not wanting to expose your relationship. Most fans thought you were just really good friends, but that was far away from the truth.
The truth was that you and Sebastian were dating for over a year now, and keeping it a secret was the hardest part. Paparazzi don’t know privacy, but luckily you were known as good friends, so when pictures were taken they didn’t make a fuss. After all, you had been in 2 movies together.
As you were walking around the large space, you couldn’t stop thinking about how those girls talked behind his back. But while you were making your way through the crowd of people, you heard even more of those hateful comments.
Your eyes watered just at the thought of how happy he was before you left. He was happy to wear something different, to try something different. Yes, it was a challenging outfit, but he looked great in it, and you couldn’t be more proud of him when you saw him standing in front of the mirror.
But when your eyes fell on the man with a pink outfit who was posing for photos you saw the hurt in his eyes. You were still far away, but you hurried up to him.
‘Ew, ugly in pink!’ You heard in front of you and saw how Seb’s face immediately stopped to fake smile.
Rushing over to him, you hugged him, your face smashing in his chest as you felt the rushed beat of his heart. But as soon as he realized who was hugging him his arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on top of his head.
‘Hi.’ You whispered quietly, looking over at him and pulling away from his chest to pose next to him.
‘Hi, baby.’ He whispered back and snaked his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body.
‘I heard what that bitch said. You look stunning tonight, love.’ You kissed his cheek and saw them reddening under your compliment, which made you giggle.
‘Thank you, my love.’ Sebastian squeezed your waist, reassuring you that he was okay.
‘I love you.’ You said only with your lips but Sebastian understood, knowing too well how your lips moved when you told him that little phrase every morning.
‘I love you, too.’ He mouthed, and you smiled lovingly at the sight of him finally having fun at this too crowded party.
You couldn’t wait to go home and wash away all the stress he had to go through for this event. Sometimes pleasing fans is the most challenging thing people in your profession have to face.
Amore (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)
This song inspiration request was sent in by @caritobbg for the song “You Are My Everything (Grande Amore)” by Il Volo. After listening to the song, I looked up a little bit about the group as my idea for the story came together. I do not speak Italian, so I hope I got the phrasing right. Enjoy! :)
warnings: nothing really. Just some mutual pining and sicky sweet fluff!!!
Bucky laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom for what felt like the millionth night in a row. Ever since you had joined the Avengers a few months ago, he found himself lying awake most nights just thinking about you. It was like you had him under some spell and he could think of nothing else except you.
Even during training or missions, when he had usually been so laser focused, he was now finding himself keeping an eye on you instead of the target in front of him. While it was usually frowned upon to let your mind drift during such a time, it had saved your life today. Had he not been watching you instead, he would have missed the trap you had unknowingly walked into at the Hydra base they were inspecting. Instead of falling to a certain death, you had only ended up with cuts and bruises, along with a cracked rib. He had seen those fighting beside him get injured before, but none of those times felt like they did when it was you.
Now sure what time he had finally dozed off last night, he awoke a few hours later to find the morning light beginning to creep into his room. After grabbing a quick shower, he threw on his work out gear and made his way downstairs. Just as he had entered the kitchen to grab a quick bite before heading to the gym, he saw you standing on the balls of your feet as you desperately tried to reach your coffee mug that someone had put on one of the higher shelves. Seeing you struggling due to your injury the previous day, Bucky jumped into action without a second thought.
“Here, doll. Let me get that for you.”
Not hearing him come into the room, you jumped slightly before realizing who was standing behind you. At the sight of Bucky, you immediately relaxed and stepped out of the way to give him better access to the cabinet. When he handed the mug to you, you gave him a polite smile before turning to head towards the coffee pot.
“Grazie amore mio…”
As he turned to grab a bottle of water and an apple, he saw Natasha standing in the doorway giving the two of you a strange look. After waiting until you left the room, she smirked at Bucky as she moved to make her own cup of coffee to wake herself up.
“So… when did thathappen?”
Buck was confused with the question as he turned to look back at her before leaving the room.
“What do you mean?”
“I wasn’t aware that the two of you were a thing now.”
Her statement did nothing to help clear his confusion. With the lack of sleep, he was already short tempered and not in the mood to play twenty questions with the Russian spy this morning.
“We aren’t a thing, Romanoff. What gave you that impression?”
Hiding her smirk behind her cup as she stared at him to get a better read on him, Natasha didn’t see any signs of a lie.
“That’s not what it sounded like to me, Barnes. Since when do the two of you exchange sweet nothings in Italian?”
“Sweet nothings? I thought she told me that meant thank you. All I did was get her cup down for her.”
As she walked by him to head into the living room, she patted him on the shoulder and gave him a grin he didn’t understand.
“Yes, Buck, grazie does mean thank you. However, our girl said grazie amore mio.”
“I’m not following you.”
“It translates to thank you my love. When you travel around Europe as a secret spy, you tend to pick up on ways to seduce a man in many different languages…”
Too stunned to speak, Bucky stood frozen in place as Natasha left the room with a huge smile on her face. After going down to attempt his work out, he couldn’t get the woman’s words out of his head. Is that really what you had been saying to him all along? Were you really calling him your love? Surely it was just a term of endearment, and you couldn’t possibly have meant it in the same way Natasha had implied.
Nearly thirty minutes later, he hadn’t even broken a sweat yet due to his complete distraction. In that moment, he made a choice. He was going to confront you about the true meaning of your wording. Either you felt the same as he did and the two of you could see where those feelings led, or he was just a friend to you, and he would finally know where he stood and could get back to focusing on other things again.
Just before he knocked on the door to your room, he finally realized what he was actually doing, and his nerves nearly got the best of him. Bucky had just put his hand back down and fought the urge to walk away when the door in front of him opened and you appeared. The sight of him in the doorway slightly startled you as you nearly walked right into him as you stepped through the door.
“Oh! Hey Buck.”
He offered a quiet greeting back and couldn’t help but just stare at you. You were no longer wearing your pajamas from earlier and appeared to have just stepped out of the shower. When he didn’t respond with anything else, your face shifted into a mixture of confusion and nervousness.
“Did… did you need something, Bucky?”
The question was enough to snap him out of his daze.
“Yeah, I uh… I just wanted to talk to you about something, but it appears that I picked a bad time. I didn’t realize you had somewhere to be. I’ll just catch you later.”
Just before he started to walk away, you smiled at him and shook your head.
“It’s alright. I was just going down to Nat’s room. She said she would rewrap my bandage around my ribs for me once I got dressed. It can wait. Did you… did you want to come inside?”
With a polite smile and nod of his head, he watched as you stepped aside and allowed him to enter the space. It was the first time he had stepped foot inside your room, but he immediately noticed how all the small accents you had added to the space were completely you somehow. All of the rooms were identical in design, but yours just seemed more… welcoming. Seeing the bandage in your hand, he licked his lips and tried to keep his voice steady.
“I can do it. If you want me too… I’ve done it before. If you’re comfortable with that. If not, it’s fine if you would rather have Natasha do it.”
Bucky was pleasantly surprised when you handed the roll of bandages over to him along with the clip to secure them.
“I don’t mind.”
He welcomed the distraction, but quickly realized that the task was more personal than he originally thought. Even though the fabric was being applied over the tank top you were wearing, it still required him to get quite close to you. Giving you the start of the band to hold against you, he wrapped his arms around your torso as he passed the bandages between his hands, making sure to keep it tight and secure to help support your ribcage as it healed. Just as he was finishing up, he looked down just in time to see you look up at him for a brief moment. That one look was enough to cause the atmosphere around the two of you to become slightly charged. You watched him as he stood perfectly still in front of you, mere inches away, without breaking the intense eye contact that had developed you.
“The clip?”
Bucky jumped into action at the mention of the item still in his hand.
“Oh, right. Yeah. Sorry.”
After quickly fastening the metal clip to secure the end of the bandage against the previous wraps around your body, he stepped back to put distance between you and him once again. Running his fingers through his hair, he tried to get his thoughts and emotions back under control.
“What was it you needed to talk to me about, Buck?”
Turning to face you, he found it difficult to breech the subject. His hand went up to the back of his neck as he glanced down at the floor to avoid your gaze.
“I…uh… need to ask you something… It’s about the bits of Italian that we’ve talked about. Apparently, this morning, Natasha overheard you in the kitchen telling me thank you and she… she told me what the full phrase means…”
You had been unaware that Nat was even in the room at the time, let alone the fact that she apparently spoke Italian as well. There was no denying the heat that crept upon your cheeks and you didn’t need a mirror to know that a flush was spreading across them.
“Oh… and umm… what exactly did she say? That it means?”
Not finding any other way around it, he just came right out and said it. Bucky knew that he had already opened the door to this discussion and there was no way to get out of it now. He was at a crossroads right now and he had no idea which direction he would be heading after this. After letting out a long sigh, he just came right out and said it.
“She said it doesn’t just mean ‘thank you’, it means ‘thank you my love’… Did you mean it the way it came across? Is that how you see me, doll? As your love?”
He watched as you studied his expression for a moment. In his heart, he knew what you were doing in your head right now. There was an internal struggle taking place that he could see behind your eyes. You were trying to read his body language to decide how you would answer his question. If he seemed upset with the notion, you would absolutely deny it and make certain to never say it again. However, if he seemed please with it, you would either be confirming that you meant it the way Natasha saw it, or you would let him down gently and let him know that you didn’t return his feelings. Just before you opened your mouth to speak, he stepped in and took the pressure off of you.
“Before you answer that, let me just say one thing first.”
The relief flooded your face as you looked down to where he had reached out and lightly grasped your arm to capture your attention. When you didn’t pull away, he seemed content to leave it resting there for now as he spoke.
“I just want you to know that no matter which way you meant it, I am okay with it. I need you to know that for me, I truly hope you meant it as something more. I should have said something much earlier to you, but I am absolutely enchanted by you, sweetheart. I have been since the day I met you. When you’re not around, I find myself obsessing over your smile, your laugh, the way your expression and your body language gives away any emotion that you are feeling! I love the way you always find a way to make every person in the room feel included and the way that even just the sight of you is enough to brighten my day. The thought of you makes it impossible to sleep, or to think, or to even focus on anything else but you. It was my feelings for you that prevented us from losing you yesterday without a second to spare. I hate that you got hurt when I prevented you from falling, but I would do it a million times again if that meant that I got to wake up to see your beautiful face this morning.
I wanted to say all of this to you for so long, but just haven’t had the courage to do so until this very moment. Even if you tell me that you didn’t mean it that way and that I am just a friend to you, at least I will know that I took a chance and told you how I felt about you. That being said, I really do wish you meant it, because you are myamore…my love…”
Bucky didn’t have to wait for very long to receive your answer. The longer he spoke, the wider your smile became until it spread across your face. With a slight bite of your lip as you pushed down the butterflies in your stomach, you carefully lifted up on to your toes while resting your hand on his chest to steady yourself. He barely had a moment to register what was happening before you softly pressed your lips to his. The kiss was sweet and delicate, but it was enough to let him know all he needed to know. With a dazed expression, he stared back into your eyes as you pulled away to look at him once again.
“The first time I let the term of endearment slip, I was relieved to know that you didn’t understand Italian so I could play it off as something casual at the time. After that, it just kind of… stuck. I had no idea that Nat spoke Italian, although it shouldn’t surprise me given her background. I’ve had feelings for you for quite some time now, Buck, but I couldn’t tell how you felt about me. You’ve always been polite and kind, and you usually seem so interested in anything I have to say, but I didn’t know if those mannerisms were out of friendship or something else. So, to answer your question… yes, Bucky Barnes, I meant it in the way you were hoping. I do consider you my love… amore mio.”
He was speechless. All he could do was smile back at you as the entire world disappeared, leaving only you and him standing there staring at each other. Placing his hand against your cheek, he slowly leaned down and kissed you this time, letting his lips linger slightly longer than you had a moment ago. Bucky had a feeling that his thoughts of you were far from fading anytime soon, but at least now he could express them to you.
He also knew he planned to learn more Italian going forward, and he knew the perfect person to teach him.
