Heyo, my potatoes! Maybe I won’t upload anything tomorrow, but Friday there should be either a one shot uplaoded, Part 3 to this or Part 2 to “Past, present and eternity”. Maybe even more than one ;D I hope you enjoy!
Summary - Your husbands words still ring in Bucky’s ears. He actually didn’t want to look at anyone’s wife’s backside, but unfortunately he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You on the other hand had nothing against it. You thought it was quite entertaining.
Words - 1,563
Warnings - slight sexual tension your butt’s just amazing, omega!Reader x alpha!husband, domestic abuse and mentions of rape - if I forgot anything please tell me
“As a punishment you have to stay another hour”, Steve whispered to Bucky, watching Alderman follow his wife and Tony. “But I wonder if it’s still a punishment.” He smiled at him inappropriately for a moment and he just rolled his blue eyes, still gazing at you.
“It’s not like-” “You stared at her ass, even though she’s married”, Steve interrupted him. “Language”, Bucky hissed at him. “Really? You, too?” He shook his head a bit dissappointed. “Anyways, you should keep your distance.”
With that said Steve made his way over to the bar and talked with this man, who had his black hair gelled back. Bucky followed him but stopped at the other end of the bar and ordered a beer.
In the corner of Buckys eye, he could just look past Steve’s arm and see you. You sat down on a bar stool moving so gracefully, it left him breathless. He just realized he held his breath, when the bar keeper gave him his beer.
From time to time Bucky thought you were looking at him, smiling. “Yeah, we provide the third world with our newest technologies to upgrade their healthcare system and even created an organization for people wanting to help them locally, like building hospitals and we provide them with food and clean water as well.” Bucky rolled his eyes again, slugging down his beer and ordering a glass wodka. This guy sounded like a saint, but Bucky knew this was all show.
“And you provide our soldiers with weapons. But that’s another talk, isn’t it?”
You turned around, leaning on the bar with your drink in your hand.
“(Y/N)”, Eric mumbled angrily. Bucky grinned to himself, saying to you in his mind “You go, girl!”.
Hastly Eric changed the subject and Bucky blurred out. He looks at you again. He’s just faszinated by your grace. Bucky asked himself, why you’re married to that dumbass, who was talking with his best friend.
The moment your eyes met his, he looked back to his glass. He felt your eyes were resting on him, so he looked back to you again. You smiled.
“So Harry! Everyone wants to know, are you single or still taken? We haven’t seen pictures of Y/N and you in ages!” The woman, name Sandra asked.
A giant grin made its way on his face, “I’m still with Y/N.”
“Ahh..” She replied, “I was hoping you were single."
Harry chuckled, “yeah, i get that a lot. Not to sound cocky or anything.”
"Of course! You’re the total hottie!” She exclaimed, “How about we go grab some lunch after this?”
“Uhh, I uhh I have to get back to Y/N.” Harry replied.
“You can do so much better..” She muttered, “just saying."
Suddenly, Harry slammed his headset down on the table, “If you’re going to be rude about my girlfriend, then consider me gone. She’s amazing, inside and out. Maybe that’s what you need to work on.”
The lads all made sounds of ‘ooohh’ and then bursted out in laughter, following Harry.
You were watching the interview the whole time and you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
That night, #HarrydefendsY/N was trending on twitter.
"Raise your hand if you’re single!” The interviewer exclaimed, grinning.
Only Harry raised his hand.
“Aww Harry, you’ll find your girl soon."
"I hope so.” He replied.
“So Niall, you’re not single?” The interviewer, Jane questioned.
“Nope, I’m happily in a wonderful relationship with Y/N Y/L/N.” He grinned.
"It’s been a good couple of months.” He replied.
“As every Niall girl out there is saying, you could have chose anyone, why her? I mean.. you can do a lot better than that.” She muttered, locking eyes with the crowd.
“Excuse me?” Niall frowned, “I don’t care what anyone says, but Y/N is honestly amazing. She keeps me on my feet and always puts a smile on my face. If you really are a fan of me like you say you are, you should respect Y/N too."
"Right.. How about we head out for some dinner after this?” She bit her lip, but didn’t look the least bit attractive.
“I’m sorry, but I have a beautiful and amazing woman waiting at home for me.” He said before getting up and walking off stage.
You were watching the interview and the whole time, the grin on your face never left.
“Go!” You giggled, pushing him on stage.
“Fine, but we’re leaving immediately after this.” Louis mumbled, giving you a kiss before walking up the stage to be interviewed, along with the rest of his mates.
“Hello Louis, Liam, Niall, Harry, Zayn!” The man greeted.
“Hello.” They all replied, in the same tone.
“Well, let’s start off with the first question that everyone really wants to know.” He exclaimed, a bit too loudly.
“Who is single?"
No one raised their hands.
"Oh? Harry you found someone?” He asked.
“Yeah.. so moving on-”
“Louis! You’re still with that whale?” He laughed.
The smile on your face vanished and you looked down at yourself. Were you really that big?
“Excuse me? Is there something wrong with you?” Louis asked angrily, “you have no fucking right to call Y/N that!"
"That was far out of line..” Harry shook his head, patting Louis’ back.
“You’re suppose to interview us with your goddamn stupid questions, not insult my girlfriend.” He said, before angrily walking off stage and into your arms.
“I’m sorry, love. He’s stupid and you’re not a whale. You’re beautiful. My beautiful and amazing future Mr. Tomlinson."
"I love you, Louis. Thank you for defending me."
That day, Louis got the man fired and twitter was blasted with tweets of Louis on stage defending you.
‘you’re a lucky girl, Y/N. We approve :) Have a wonderful night, beautiful!'
You were sitting in the crowd laughing to one of Liam’s cheesy jokes as he’s being interviewed, along with the rest of the lads.
"Alright, now moving on to the serious questions!” The woman said, “Who here is in a relationship?”
Everyone raised their hand.
“Well, looks like One Direction all has someone! Liam, you still with that amateur?”
Everyone around you stopped and kept quiet, looking at your reaction and Liam’s.
The lads all stared at her, “Excuse you, but that was quite rude.” Louis spoke.
“I was just speaking the truth.” She muttered.
“The only amateur here is you, don’t ever insult my girlfriend.” Liam replied, “I’m just speaking the truth."
Suddenly, the crowd began to cheer.
Liam looked at you to see if you were okay and you nodded, giving him a thumbs up to let him know you’re okay.
"I love you.” You mouthed.
“I love you too.” He replied.
“A round of applause for One Direction!” The man yelled, clapping with the crowd.
The five lads ran out and took their seats.
The typical music questions came on, and soon enough the interviewer shot them with relationship questions.
“Zayn, you still in a relationship?”
“Of course. Happily in love with Y/N Y/L/N.” He smiled, the crowd in awe.
“Mate, what do you see in her?” The man questioned, “I don’t see anything.. I don’t think any of your mates would hit that.. Or anyone in fact."
"What the hell?” Zayn frowned, “My mates wouldn’t ‘hit that’ because she’s MY girlfriend and-”
“and she’s like a little sister to us!” Niall exclaimed.
“Yeah, a lot of boys want her, but I’m lucky enough for her to choose me. She’s amazing and definitively has a heart. I love her more than anything.” He said, “Not everything is about sex, you fucking pedophile."
The crowd and the lads went ‘oooooh’ and some of them yelling “BURNN!”
You couldn’t help but laugh from the other side of the screen.
Grabbing your phone, you sent Zayn a text.
"Thanks for defending me, I love you. Tell him who’s boss!"
"I love you too, love. I’ll always be here for you, now stay right where you are because I’m coming home now!”
The rest of the night, #Y/Ns#1BF was trending, all the tweets were saying how sweet Zayn was to defend you in front of millions of people.
Levi is on his tiptoes, trying to reach that box from the top shelf that has tea leaves inside of it, when the kitchen door creaks open and Eren steps in. Levi instantly drops back to his feet and furrows his brows. Sure, the sun has already risen so you could say the day has begun, but Levi knows it’s not even half six yet.
Eren’s hair is a mess, which is not a surprise, he’s wearing the pants of his uniform and a white shirt. His grey eyes are wide open and his lips are slightly parted; he looks utterly confused. There’s something more in his expression, too, and from the deep sea of his eyes, Levi finds it; Eren’s alarmed. Eren’s holding white flowers in both of his hands.
”Captain -” Eren starts but cuts himself off, biting his bottom lip. Levi can feel his eyebrows dropping even lower at the weird tone of Eren’s voice. ”I didn’t think you’d be… up yet.” Levi lets out a short breath that could count as a pathetic chuckle. He can tell the other hadn’t expected to see him.