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proud
pairing: dad! sebastian stan x evans! mom! reader
summary: sebastian gushes about his daughter on jimmy fallon… nothing makes him prouder
warnings: use of y/n and implied birth i guess? chris sounding like the best uncle to exist… bc lets be honest, he would be
wc: 768
a/n: this was written on my phone so im not sure abt the quality but its sweet… enjoy!
my other evans! actress! reader one shot… still planning on a mini series!
“Your daughter was born not long ago, right?” Jimmy Fallon questioned, turning to Sebastian with a smile. He was passionate about the movie they were previously speaking about, his eyes were already shining but at the mention of his daughter, his eyes shone much brighter than before. A look of pride washed over his face.
“Two months ago yesterday” Seb nodded proudly, the memory of meeting his precious little girl filling his mind.
The sound of a baby’s cry filled the room as you fell back against the hospital bed, breathing hard, tears rolling down your cheeks. It wasn’t just any baby’s cries. It was yours. Your little girl.
Over the crying, the faint whispers of Sebastian’s words filled your ears. He was crying too. “I’m so proud of you” He repeated
The moment the midwife place her in your arms, happy tears spilled from your eyes. “I’m so proud of you,” Sebastian said pressing kisses to your head, your shoulders, your neck, arms wrapping around you as he looked down at his daughter, a few tears rolling down his face.
“She’s beautiful,” You say, close to a whisper as you smile down at her.
“She looks like you,” He tells you as your daughter's hand closed around his finger. Wiping your tears with his other hand, Sebastian smiled as he kissed you. “Thank you.”
His smile grew wider when Jimmy held up the photo you had posted to Instagram of your baby girl's tiny hand holding onto Seb’s finger. You’d both decided to keep your baby’s face off the internet for as long as possible… for her safety but a part of you just wanted to keep her to yourself. Your’s and Sebastian’s perfect creation.
“She seems tiny” Jimmy chuckled
“Oh, she is. Very tiny. Definitely her mother’s daughter… Y/n’s words, not mine” He laughed, finally looking up from the photo.
“Chris Evans was on the show a few months ago he said he was pushing for the name Chris despite her being a girl.”
“The sad thing about that is he was being completely serious. We said no everytime” Sebastian said, unable to tone down his smile. “But we did compromise with a another name he suggested—“ He stopped abruptly before chucking to himself. “I wasn't supposed to admit Chris suggested a name Y/n fell in love with. Sorry, Doll” Seb looked into the camera, knowing you were watching at home in bed probably with your daughter in your arms fast asleep.
“Elora is such a beautiful name” The audience cheered at the mention.
Elora Georgeta Lisa Stan
Although her name might sound long, it means a lot to both you and Sebastian. Having both his and your mother's names as her middle names meant a lot to both of you.
“So, tell me about her”
>><<
The house was quiet as Sebastian climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway towards your shared room. The door was open, the room was dark except the faint glow of the tv.
A smile rested on his face, seeing you laying in his shirt fast asleep in the middle of the bed. It was clear you tried to stay awake, your phone still in hand as you slept peacefully. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning to the bassinet where Elora stirred. He knows he probably shouldn't but he picked her up anyway.
Seb kissed her forehead with a happy, content smile as he rocked her slightly in his arms. Elora’s bright blue eyes stared up at him, taking in his face with her little smile. “You're happy I'm home?” He whispered, kissing her forehead again.
“I am” You respond tiredly, opening your eyes to smile at him.
“I didn't mean to wake you” Sebastian smiled lightly as he sat down against the headboard where you had propped yourself up.
“I’m glad you did. I love watching you with Elle” You say, smiling up at him while taking your daughter's hand in your own. “What you said about her to Jimmy... it was sweet. You made me cry”
“At what part? When I talked about how proud of you I am?” Seb questioned with a slight smirk, knowing he hit the nail on the head. Every time he said it, every time he thanked you, you would cry.
“Don’t even start, Stan” You glared playfully.
“You know what we have to do now?” He asked, pulling you into him and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. You raised an eyebrow in question. “Give you the same last name as me and our little girl.”
miss you
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!avenger!reader
summary: you hated it. you hated the 21st century. you hated how different everything was. you hated how different your life was. you missed the brooklyn apartment you shared with him. you missed your life with him and how happy it made you. now you didn't know how to act around each other. you didn't know what to say but you'd had enough. you missed him
warnings: one use of y/n, slight angst and fluff <3
wc: 729
You had good days and bad days. This week had been filled with bad days. You stayed in your room, the only person you allowed in was your brother. He was your only comfort. Everything was different. Everyone - even Natasha and Tony - were terrified of you. I mean, you did make it very difficult for people to get to know you. Opening up was something you didn't want to do. You were still trying to remember who you were. Hydra had taken your past away from you just like they had done with Bucky.
Bucky Barnes. Bucky your brother's best friend. Bucky the boy you had a crush on since you were little. Bucky the man who told you he loved you on your 20th birthday in 1939. Bucky the man you loved more than anything. Bucky the man you no longer know how to talk to. Bucky the man you still love deeply but don't know how to act around.
You missed him. You were sick of him avoiding you. You were sick of avoiding him. Steve had mentioned that he hates it too. He hates not knowing what to say or how to act. He misses you.
In the '40s, on your bad days, you'd go straight to Bucky. He was the only person you wanted to be around. That hadn't changed. The only person you wanted was him. You felt that now, alone in your room, more than ever.
With a sigh, you got up and moved to leave your room, not caring that you were only in a black tank top, no bra and red and black flannel pyjama bottoms. You walked through the living room where the avengers sat. It was Peter's movie night. He'd been talking about it for weeks. He was so excited. "Miss Rogers!" The teenager beamed. "Are you--"
"No" You answered blankly as you passed, walking barefoot down the hall towards his room. Peter's faltered a little as you walked away. "She's had a bad week. Don't take it personally. She's been like that with me for days." Steve reassured him with a sigh, watching his sister leave.
You didn't stop when you reached his door. You just pushed it open. He was sitting on his bed reading. You still got butterflies when he looked up at you. "What are you doing?" Bucky asked, slightly startled as he put his book down beside him.
"I don't know what to say to you or how to act around you but I miss you. I know that. I hate everyone but you. It's always been that way. I still can't remember everything but I can remember that. I hate everyone but you and Steve. I hate everyone but you" You ranted. Bucky opened his mouth to say something but you didn't let him. "I love you, James. That hasn't changed."
It was silent as you moved towards his bed and got in beside him. He said nothing as you pulled the duvet over your head the same way you used to. It's the only way you could sleep. He sat and stared at where you laid, processing everything you had just said. A small smile tugged at his lips as he laid down beside you.
"Doll" He whispered, unsure of if you'd fallen asleep. Slowly, you took the duvet from your face and turned to look at him. Tears filled your eyes when you saw his smile. He was smiling at you in the same way he used to. He was smiling at you in the loving way that was meant only for you. It was Bucky. Your Bucky.
You smiled back as he pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms tightly around him as if he were going to disappear. "I've missed you" He whispered against your hair. "I love you, Y/n. That hasn't changed"
disappear
pairing: sebastian stan x evans!actress!reader
summary: you’ve walked red carpets ever since you were a child but that doesn’t mean you like them. you always have sebastian to calm your nerves
warnings: use of y/n, self harm scars, mental health struggles, reader getting overwhelmed and anxious, slight age gap (seb is 39, reader is 27)
wc: 1.2k
a/n: im making this pairing into a series of oneshots bc i acc love them sm
my other evans! actress! one shot… yet to become a mini series
You hadn't changed... well not that much anyway. You were still the same Y/n Evans everyone knew 2 years ago before you made your decision to take yourself away from social media and your career. It was affecting you too much and not in a good way. Everything you were reading and hearing about yourself was breaking you down. It happened slowly. No one noticed at first. It was only when you didn't make appearances at events, on red carpets and cried, panicked and refused to leave the house knowing someone with something to say was waiting somewhere to take a photo of you.
There was always someone waiting. That scared you. It always had. When it all started you were only a child. You walked red carpets, clinging onto Chris. If he didn't have one, you were always his date. Your brother always treated you like a princess. He was is your hero. Then you walked carpets at premieres of your own. You quickly became very well known. People shouting from all different directions for you to look at them, for you to smile. You would never forget the first time it all became too much. At 10 years old you stood frozen, teary-eyed as people screamed at you to look somewhere and smile. Chris was with you. He took your hand and turned you away from everyone as he led you away. At 16, Chris treated you to a day of shopping. That was the day he protected you from a group of overbearing paparazzi. He pulled you close to him and shouted at them to back off as he pulled you away. You were panicking. The first major panic attack you remember having.
He worried when you moved to LA. You reassured him there was nothing to worry about and that you were only a phone call away. You knew why he worried. To be honest you worried too but you refused to let any of your family see that. You reminded them you were 22 and fine to be on your own. How wrong you were.
It wasn't long before Chris was there to see you. It had only been 3 months. He was in LA for Jimmy Fallon after the Civil War release. That was the first time you met Sebastian. Usually meeting one of Chris's friends made you nervous but the moment Sebastian looked at you and smiled, all your nerves slipped away. You were calm around him. Of course, Chris noticed and a few days later told Seb how at ease you were around him which was completely unlike you. It had always taken you a while to warm up to people and come out of your shell.
He messaged you that night
imsebastianstan wants to send you a message
It was good meeting you the other day
We should do it again
Yeah, it was good meeting you too
I'm free this Saturday if you are
You messaged all the time, met up for coffee whenever you both had the time. He always made sure he had time for you. If he was away he'd fly back to LA for a weekend so he could spend time with you. He spent time with you and Chris when their weekend visits matched up. That happened for almost 2 years until he finally asked you out. You were surprised when he told you it was Chris who told him to just do it.
You started to tell him more... more than you'd tell Chris. You cried when you told him about your history of self-harm and mental health and how it started after you moved away. He kissed your scars. "You're beautiful," He said against your wrists and thighs as he kissed every scar, every mark. He promised to do his best to protect you just how Chris used to. He promised to make you feel safe, loved and like the most special person on the planet.
Of course, he kept his promises. Sebastian kept his promises even when things started to get bad again. People waiting everywhere to take photos of you. It got especially bad after news of your and Sebastian's one year anniversary and him moving in with you. Everyone wanted a photo of the two of you. You refused to leave the house. You cried every time you had to. You dreaded getting out of bed, knowing you had to leave the house and go to work or run errands. You had enough when articles started popping up everywhere. Old and new ones. Criticizing ones and annoyingly positive ones.
Y/n Evans (25), the voice of Disney's Rapunzel and younger sister of actor Chris Evans, dating actor Sebastian Stan (37)
That particular article got to you. It compared you to everyone else he dated. It criticized your age and how you're just over a decade younger than him. You'd never thought about it nor did it bother you until now. It talked about how you were most likely only with him for his money and his name. "Don't listen to anything they're saying. You know none of it's true. You know I love you more than I've loved anyone else" Sebastian told you that night when he got home. You were crying. He wiped your tears and held you on the living room floor until you fell asleep.
The next event you attended ended up being your last for many reasons. It was the first you'd attended with Seb. That article was brought up more than once. The one that praised him but degraded you. Sebastian was keeping his promise of protecting you, standing up for you and calling anyone out if they said something. You went home, deleted all social media and disappeared.
"I really don't want to, Sebastian" You sighed as you stood in front of the mirror in your dress. The first time in 2 years you'd worn something so expensive. "I said baby steps. Being invited and going to the Oscars seems like a pretty big step. A step I'm definitely not ready for" Sebastian smiled at you through the mirror as his arms snaked around your waist, hands resting over the bump that was your daughter.
"Well, I change my mind. This isn't just me reappearing after 2 years, it's also a pregnancy announcement. People are going to say things. I'm not ready. What if I just give up my career and be a stay at home mom? That seems fun"
“You don’t want that and you know it. You miss this”
“Miss red carpets and events? Nope, I still hate them”
“I meant acting. You miss acting. You miss playing a character”
"You know me too well" You smile, pushing his hands away as you move across the room for your shoes. "36 weeks pregnant and wearing heels doesn't seem like a good idea..." You sigh, attempting to bend down to pick them up but failing miserably, your bump too big now to do simple things on your own. Sebastian laughs when you turn to him with an annoyed sigh.
You gripped his hand tighter as you felt your anxiety rise. The screams of your name were already becoming too much. Thoughts of giving up and disappearing again entered your mind but you pushed them back. You missed this. Not the events and red carpets but the acting. You missed the feeling that came with it. You missed spending time with people like you. People who did the same things as you. People who could relate.
"You okay?" Sebastian asked quietly, squeezing your hand. You turned to him with a smile and nodded. "I'm good. It's okay" You reassured truthfully. "My feet hurt... heels were a bad idea" He laughed and smiled down at you. You were fine.
If stans of a certain B-list actor could stop invading MC/80's rock fandom spaces and then going on gossip blogs to make fun of us and talk about how shit we all are...
WHAT I WRITE FOR
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supernatural
harry potter
marvel
moonknight
jujutsu kaisen
attack on titan
lord of the rings
the hobbit
the witcher
detroit: become human
inside job
the mandalorian
jjba ( first 5 parts )
the boys
guns n' roses
dave mustaine
metallica
MASTERLIST
You've received a postcard!
Merry Christmas from the Rogers Barnes family!
It’s my blog’s first Christmas and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to make something special!
I have been slacking a bit, I don’t believe I have posted any edits with Kobik besides the one where she is a baby. Will fix that soon!
Happy Holidays, everyone <3
New manip.
Isn’t perfect but I had to something with Sebastian’s new picture.
Sebastian Stan - Sharper Premiere in London
Help!!!! I can't stop reading fanfics about Sebastian Stan. I need urgent therapy!!!!
Doing something, hopefully no one did this yet
Sambucky fan art and timelasp
Marvel photos edits pt 1
The Pigeon and the Wiener Soldier
Falcon and the Winter Soldier
“More Than Friends”
Part 2 of “Friends.....Maybe?”
Summary: Bucky finally mans up and confesses everything and has to ask for forgiveness.
Warning: None
A/N: I finally decided to write the second part of this. And now I’m going to write another chapter of “Unexpected Gifts”
“I messed up big time.”
After putting you to bed and texting Steve, Bucky goes to the kitchen and cleans up everything. He puts all the food away. Of course, he can’t help but taste it while he does. Once he taste it, it only causes him to hate himself more.
“God, I’m such an idiot.” He says to himself as he puts a lid on the container.
He puts the dishes in the dishwasher then heads to his room. He gets to his room and his phone chimes with a notification. It was a message from Steve.
Steve honestly doesn’t want to know what Bucky means by his text, but he has a gut feeling it has something to do with Y/N. He shakes his head and types a response. He presses send then puts his phone away.
-What did you do?
Bucky goes on to explain what happened tonight and waits for Steve to answer. Steve never answers.
Over the next two days, Bucky doesn’t see you and he doesn’t try to look for you because he knows you don’t want to see him. What he doesn’t know is that you haven’t moved from the bed since he put you there.
The team gets back in the evening of the second day. Bucky is in the hanger to see everyone. Steve steps off the quinjet with an unreadable expression. Nat and Wanda are next. They both step off and glare at Bucky.
“Barnes, I swear if what you did is not undoable then so help me god.” Natasha’s words aren’t laced with venom.
Bucky can’t help but duck his head because he knows it’s the truth.
Nat and Wanda go inside the compound to find you. They find you exactly where Bucky left you two days ago.
You’re curled up in the bed with your back to the door. You hear the door open, thinking it’s Bucky trying to check on you, you throw a pillow towards the doorway.
“Hey, we haven’t done anything.” Wanda says as she walks into the room and joins you on the bed.
Under your eyes there is old mascara, where Bucky didn’t quite wipe it off enough. Your skin is pale and your eyes are bloodshot and puffy.
“Oh, love.” Wanda reaches over and pulls you into her.
You start to break down again. All the feelings of hurt, rejection, and so much more, all come crashing down on you.
The last two days, you just laid in your bed staring at the ceiling. You couldn’t cry or make yourself get up, you were numb.
Now, you were feeling everything. Nat joins you both in the bed.
“How about you go take a shower and get cleaned up then we will have a girl’s night? We can watch movies or do whatever you want.” Nat says looking over at you.
You turn your head towards her and nod.
“Ok then, go shower. Because not to hurt your feelings but you have a funk going on.” Nat and Wanda laugh
You can’t help but laugh with them. Nat and Wanda get up so you can get out of the bed. You slowly get up, your muscles protesting from a lack of use.
“Take as long as you need.” They smile.
You walk into the bathroom and shut the door. You look at yourself in the mirror for the first time since that night. You’re still in the dress you bought, but your earrings and necklace are missing and your makeup is half wiped off.
You know you didn’t do any of it, so you knew it had to have been Bucky. Your heart flutters just slightly at the thought of him being so kind to do those things, but it’s quickly fades and is replaced with heartbreak.
You aren’t too sure why you are heartbroken, it’s not like he knew your feelings or reciprocated them. You just wanted to be a friend to him, even if that’s all it was. Deep down, you knew you loved him, so if just being his friend was all you had, then that would be enough. You just never got the chance to even be his friend.
You turn away from the mirror and begin to strip. You through the dress into the small trash can in your bathroom. You don’t want it as a reminder of what happened.
You turn the shower on and let it warm up. In no time, the bathroom is covered with steam. You step into the steaming water and sigh in relief. Your body relaxes and relishes in the heat from the water.
Once Wanda and Natasha hear the water cut on, they get to work. They strip your bed of the covers and sheets you’ve been laying in for the past two days. Wanda puts on the fresh sheets and lights a few candles.
Natasha sends the old sheets to the laundry and starts to gather food. She orders your favorite sushi, she grabs ice cream, chocolate, and a bottle of wine or two. Natasha comes back to your room in a much better state than when she first arrived.
She puts all the food on your desk, and they wait for you to finish in the shower.
After what feels like hours in the shower, you turn the water off. You feel more human now that you’ve showered. You dry off and put on a big tshirt and pajama shorts. You towel dry your hair then exit the bathroom.
Your eyes land on the desk full of food and your stomach audibly growls. You all three laugh at the noise.
Wanda uses her power to bring the sushi over to you. You laugh a little more then climb into the bed. Wanda and Natasha sit on both sides of you. Nat turns on your favorite Disney movie, and you all dig in to the sushi.
Wanda brings over the bottle of wine. All three of you pass it around, but you seem to drink the most of it. By the end of the movie, you were more tipsy than Wanda and Natasha.
“Feel better?” Wanda asks.
You sigh and lay back. Tears start to well up in your eyes.
“To be honest.” You start. “Not really. I love you two, but I still feel like my heart has been ripped out.” Tears slip down your cheeks.
“It’s gonna be ok.” Nat says softly.
“Just give it some time.” Wanda rubs your arm.
“How am I supposed to get over him if he’s always around? I see him everyday.” You cry more. “Him and his beautiful blue eyes, his hair, and his hot body.” You sigh and cover your face with a pillow.
“I hate myself!” You groan into the pillow. “I didn’t want to fall in love with, but I did. I let him and his stupid metal arm worm his way into my heart.”
Natasha and Wanda share a look and have to keep from laughing at your alcohol filled words.
“And the thing is, I love him so much, if he apologized I would forgive him.” You move the pillow and look up at the pair of redheads. “You two probably think I’m crazy.”
“No, Y/N, you’re not crazy.” Wanda says. “I truly believe you can’t choose who you fall in love with. It just happens.”
“Is there any more wine or maybe something stronger?” You ask.
“I think I can finds us something.” Natasha gets up and goes to the kitchen.
Sam, Steve, and Bucky are all in the common room. Steve and Sam letting Bucky have it. Even if Bucky couldn’t see how you felt about him, everyone else could. That’s why everyone always told her to keep trying with him, hoping maybe one day he would finally give in.
“Guys, I get it! I know I was a terrible person to her.” Bucky sighs and lays his head back against the couch.
“Do you Barnes?” Natasha asks as she walks out of the kitchen with a bottle of vodka. “Because if you do, you better start finding a way to make it up to her. She is so in love with you that she would settle for just being your friend if you didn’t feel the same, but she would never tell you that.”
Bucky just stares at Natasha in complete shock. You were in love with him? Why? All the things he’d done in his past and the ways he treated you, how could you love him?
Nat just shakes her head before turning and going back to your room.
Bucky looks back at Steve and Sam. “What should I do?”
The guys start to come up with a plan to help Bucky make it up to you.
When Natasha walks back into your room, she finds you asleep on Wanda’s shoulder.
“What took you so long?” Wanda questions the Russian.
“I had to talk some sense into Barnes’ thick skull.” She says.
Wanda gets up from the bed, careful not to wake you. They gather up the trash from your girl’s night and quietly leave you to sleep.
They join the guys in the common room. The guys are still trying to come up with a plan.
“Maybe, I should just go talk to her.” Bucky says. “If I just tell her everything, maybe I cam fix this. Then if that doesn’t work, I don’t know.” Bucky stands up from the couch.
“She’s asleep.” Wanda stops him.
“Then I will talk to her first thing in the morning.” He sighs. Bucky decided to turn in for the night.
He walks to his room, feeling like total crap. Bucky doesn’t even want to imagine what you feel like.
Bucky has never had love. He was a ladies man in the 40s and there was definitely no love with Hydra. It was all foreign to him. The feeling he gets in his stomach when you do something for him, the affect your smile has on him, and so many other things, yet, he is a total jerk to you about everything.
Bucky didn’t want to love you because he thought he was too broken. That he was beyond repair, but he couldn’t stop himself, so he thought if he made you hate him then it would be easier on himself.
Bucky gets into his room and falls face first onto the bed. He groans into the mattress then rolls over. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you let me know when Agent Y/L/N is awake?”
“Of course, Sargent Barnes.” The AI responds.
Bucky gets up and gets ready for bed. He takes a shower then puts on only his boxers for bed. He settles in and forces himself to fall asleep.
It’s well after midnight when F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice is heard in Bucky’s room. He is startled awake by her voice.
“Sargent Barnes, Agent Y/L/N is awake and in the kitchen.” She says.
“What time is it?” Bucky asks the AI.
“2:36 a.m.” She answers.
He groans as he rolls out of bed. He knows you probably don’t want to talk, but he has to. He has to get everything off his chest, and hopes you forgive him.
He is about to leave his room when he remembers he is only wearing his boxers. He quickly rushes to slip on some sweat pants and a tshirt.
He leaves his room and heads for the kitchen. He finds you searching through the medicine cabinet in the dark.
“Crap!” You whisper yell as you knock over a few pill bottles. The team kept a cabinet filled with over the counter meds for normal everyday problems.
“Maybe if you turn on the lights, you can find what you’re looking for.” Bucky reaches to turn on the lights.
“Do not turn on the lights!” You pear around the cabinet door. You knew it was Bucky by his voice.
“Why? Because you don’t want to look at me or another problem?” Bucky questions as he walks over to you.
“Both if you really want an answer, not that you deserve one.” You words are dripping with venom.
“You are totally right, I don’t.” He says softly.
You continue you search for the Advil not giving him any attention. He reaches over you and pull the bottle from one shelf above where you looking. Bucky hands you the bottle then turns to grab a water from the fridge. He hands you the bottle and watches as you take the pills.
“Can we talk?” Bucky asks.
You don’t want to say yes, but you also want to ask him why. “Sure.”
“Can I turn the lights on so we can talk?” He looks at you.
“Why do we need the lights?” You groan.
“Because I want to be able to see you clearly while we talk.” He flips the light switch. Bucky watches as you squeeze your eyes shut and grimace. After a few seconds, you open you eyes and let them adjust.
You look at him and your expression softens involuntarily. You haven’t seen him in almost four days.
“Y/N, let me just start with I’m sorry.” Bucky says. You scoff. “I don’t think I will ever be able to say that enough to make up for what all I’ve put you through.” He looks down at the ground. “I was a jerk to you because I was scared of my feelings.” He looks up at you and steps a little closer. “The first day I walked in here, I was drawn to you. But, I thought I was too broken to love anyone, so I pushed you away. I tried to make you hate me.” Bucky explains. You listen to him intently, not wanting to miss a word.
“And I will never forgive myself for the other night. I went out to meet with my therapist and to come with a plan to tell you how I really feel.” Bucky reaches out to take your hand.
You want to pull away, but his hand wraps around yours, and it feels right.
“I love you, Y/N.” Your mouth falls open at his words, utterly shocked. “I didn’t realize it until the other night when I carried you out of the dining room, that all the feelings I have when you are around are because I love you.”
He said it again, and you feel like you want to cry. “Bucky-” You try to find the words but you can’t.
“I know you right now you probably can’t forgive me for everything that I did, but maybe one day you can? Can we start over? Maybe this time we can be friends?” He looks at you with eyes filled with hope.
“Bucky, I think I’ve loved you since you got here, and even after everything you did I still love you. I don’t think I will ever stop.” You admit to him. “I can forgive you because I love you, but if you really mean it, that you love me. You have to promise me that you will never hurt me like that again.” You look up at him as tears slip down your cheeks.
He pulls you into him and places his hands on your cheeks to wipe away the tears. “I promise, doll, I will never hurt you again.”
Bucky leans down, his lips just inches away from yours. You lean up and close the small gap. Your lips meet and if sparks could fly they would be flying. The kiss is slow and gentle.
Bucky pulls away smiling. He looks down at you as a smile crosses your lips.
“I love you, Y/N.” Bucky whisper before pecking your lips again.
“I love you too, Bucky.”
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Sebastian Stan/Bucky Barnes Fic Ideas
I really want to try writing for Sebastian Stan/Bucky Barnes, but I don’t have any ideas. So, if you have any ideas for a oneshot/series leave it in my ask box!
DISCLAIMER!!: this is not me taking request, I am just looking for some inspiration!
So........ I did a thing🤷🏼♀️
I think I’m dead😱😱 I don’t know how old this is but this is the first time I’ve ever seen it.
Exploring explosions ~
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Series
Summary - While on a mission, something happens to bucky. On his journey to recovery, he finds something he wants more than life.
:⚠️warnings: talk of unconscious people, talks of torture and violence ⚠️:
Bucky x reader (no use of Y/N)
(Idk if this makes sense.. it makes sense to meee)
You watch from the back of the room, as 4-6 shield agents continue their 'interaction' it was torture not only to look at, but probably also to go throught, it was disturbing to watch, so you got up trying to make a little scene as your chair loudly scraps along the floor and to pick up your books, looking up and seeing mostly everyone even a couple agents in the room with him staring at you, so you left to head to your room, you slept in the compound most nights even thought you had a apartment. You threw your books on your desk as you walk towards the large window covering the whole back wall.
You fell backwards on your bed and stared at the ceiling. You were in your own world and didn't realise your phone was blowing up, you came back to reality when you heard a frantic knock at your door, getting up you unlocked it and a red headed assassin barged through before slamming he door shut and using all your 4 locks making sure she used them all. She was leaning on the door with her ear to it, listening. She swallowed dramatically. "I'm never gonna make fun of you for all your locks again." She said while sounding out of breath. You tried to listen to what she was running.. from?
"I don't hear anything.. what's going on?" You whispered as she slowly made her way to your bed, sitting at the foot of it.
"He just appeared like right there and.." she tried speaking but also trying to catch her breath." I walked in, trying to remind them you left, so it's over, but.. he was out. They were all dead or unconscious in his.. room.. he was just watching them..." she looked at you like she wouldn't believe herself, but she saw it, so she had to.
"And you ran here? To me, to the woman who hates, HATES violence, " you gave her a look on confusion. "OK, wasn't me best move, but I thought with your past.." she tried reasoning but gave up pretty quickly, you give a slow nod as you walked to your desk and relieved you grabbed some of the wrong papers. You turned your head, giving her a lovely smirk. "Guess what?" You choked out, but you were met with a defeated look. You just hum picking up the right papers and make piles before grabbing the wrong ones and heading towards the door with Nat praying behind you.
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You giggle as tried defending herself - "So you're one of the more deadly assassins the red room even made.. but you're scared when he looked at you, and you just ran, not knowing if he was also running.. Hahaha, cmon Nat, it's funny, " you giggled as you reached for your badge as the bay was on lockout. Before you could swipe it, you got a weird feeling when you realised you weren't afraid of the wintersolider and weren't scared when Nat almost took out the door and told you her lovely story. You were going to say something but didn't and just swiped your badge with a beep. You shrugged as it took a while for the door to open. As it slowly opened, you went to take a step inside, and you stopped looking around.
You saw the room a mess desks and tables tipped papers everywhere, glass shards covering the floor, what looks like ripped clothing scattered through out the room, without thinking or even looking you slowly slip your hand towards a big red button "you believe me now?" You hear the shake in nats' voices before hitting the panic button. The room starts spinning as what you think is classical music plays in your head, your own world turned into a record player, and you were the record.
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Oh my god the fan edits came true…
Alright people I’m having some problems with my surprise series! And my Internet but I wanted to know if you would like LETTERS FROM YOUR COMFORT CHARACTER!
I’ll post about how you can do it on here a lol later but for now I wanna know if that’s something you’d be into! Bye ya crazies!💚
Edited this lol- just DM me and I’ll give you some questions about your character and you then I’ll get to work!☺️
A lil Sebastian Stan for ya🥰
Did anybody else watch this gay witch movie
Bucky using his metal arm to stop himself from sliding is something I think about on a daily basis
How I feel when that one older guys calls me pretty