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This man !!!!!!!!!

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SEBASTIAN STAN Endings, Beginnings | Dir. Drake Doremus

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Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

The Lakes

Grocery Shopping

I See the Light

Sunrise

Drama Queen

Headcannons

NSFW Headcannons

Sebastian Stan

Far Too Young to Die

Focus on Me

Peaceful Nights

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SEBASTIAN STAN Esquire España Outtakes 2019

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I forgot I owed you for lunch.

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I haven’t danced since 1943. It feels like. — Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER Episode 1 › “New World Order”

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Drowning in Sebastian content......

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Comfort Movie

Sebastian x Reader (platonic)

Summary: POV Seb catches you watching your comfort film.

AN: just a lil fluffy drabble

It seemed week couldn’t have gotten worse, yet somehow it managed to impress you with just how shitty it could get. No one terrible bad thing had happened, it’d just been a stressful, sleepless, and exhausting week on set, and to top it all off you kept butchering your big emotional monologue while shooting today. You were tired, embarrassed, and ready for a night in, much to the disappointment of the rest of the cast. Since the film was shooting on location in Italy, it had become a weekly tradition for the cast and crew to venture out and try a new restaurant together, to explore and unwind with friendly faces in such an unfamiliar atmosphere. But this week you just weren’t up for it, your social clock was running dangerously low so while the cast went out, you headed to the little apartment that has been rented for you.

Plopping on the couch you were honestly a little excited for your planned me time. You had bought your favorite bottle of cheap wine, picked up some fresh cannolis from the cafe downstairs, and popped your favorite comfort movie into your dvd player. Once the movie had began and you’d downed two glasses of wine you finally felt stress of the week wash away. Sinking down into your couch and curling into your blanket you noticed your phone beside you had blown up with notifications. No surprise, they were all from your newly appointed best friend and co-star Sebastian Stan.

You had been a big fan of his prior to landing the role opposite him, but he proved all your nerves about working together to be for nothing. The two of you had an instant connection. He made you laugh until your side hurt and you did the same for him. The two of you had settled into a comfortable routine of hanging out long after the rest of the cast and crew left for the day, especially Friday nights after the weekly dinner. He’d always come back to your place and the two of you would watch old movies and chat until the early hours of the morning. By the look of his texts he was obviously disappointed by your absence.

Still reading through his messages you were startled by a quick knock on your door. You paused your movie and jumped to answer the door, knowing just who must be behind it.

“You abandoned me,” was the first thing out his mouth when you opened the door. You rolled your eyes “don’t be such a baby about” you teased, “I needed to relax after the disaster of a day I had on set.” He started to protest your self critique but stopped in his tracks eyes shooting to the screen behind you. “Don’t tell me you refused to hang out with me tonight so you could watch me on tv?!”

You turned quickly as the realization of what you’d chosen for your movie night sunk in. On the screen stood none other the Winter Soldier, masked up and mid murder strut. A deep red flush crept over your cheeks as the embarrassment settled. You’d never really told Sebastian just how big of a fan of the marvel movies you were, let alone that his movies tended to be your favorite. The sound of his laughter erupted behind you easing the tension you’d let build. You turned to him a guilty look still on your face.

“Y/N, please I take it as a compliment.” His tone was light and playful as he walked past you settling down on your couch. He softly patted the spot next to him. “Well don’t stop on my account, as long as you don’t mind some company during your relaxing evening.” You let out a little sigh of relief that he hadn’t found the situation too awkward and plopped down next to him. He spent the remainder of the movie telling you funny stories about his time on set and little fun facts about the behind the scenes of shooting. You ended up watching “Civil War” next, staying up almost all night as he recounted stories of his marvel days. After a long and tiring week it was nice to settle into comfortable conversation with Sebastian.

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Thank you so much!! 😊😊

Drama Queen

Bucky x reader

Summary: y/n gets hurt on a mission and Bucky is a bit of a drama queen about it.

AN: pure fluff, a little language. Just a little drabble for fun.

You were fine. Really you were just fine. That’s what you told Steve and Natasha, in the field and on the jet. Yet the second they turned the corner to their rooms in the compound you let the pain wash over you. Clutching the wall and wincing you finally let the sting of your ankle show on your face. For god’s sake it was just a sprained ankle. You knew it couldn’t be worse than that and you’d had a million worse injuries before then, but being one of the non-super humans on the team you tried to keep any and all pain to yourself, especially in the field. The last thing you wanted was to appear less capable than your teammates. If that meant biting your lip and walking as normally as possible until you made it safely to your own quarters, then that’s what you’d do.

The second the door closed you hobbled to your couch and collapsed onto it. Grimacing as you propped your foot up on a few pillows desperate to do anything to get the swelling to go down. You cursed realizing you should probably ice it as well, but of course that meant getting up, which was the last thing you wanted to do. Sighing and bracing yourself you walked like a zombie to your freezer, bracing yourself on the counter just to stay balanced. Just then a loud bang startled you. Your hand slipped from the counter and you landed with a soft thud on the floor. Head hung low you could only see a pair of boots run towards you.

“Oh god...sorry I didn’t mean to startle you I just got excited to see you, I should’ve knocked....” your heart dropped at the guilt in Bucky’s voice. He was easily concerned, you should’ve texted him while on the jet to give him a heads up to your little injury, now he’d be more worried than was necessary. He knelt beside you and picked you up carrying you back to the couch. As he gently set you down you tried to explain away the situation, “Really Buck it’s nothing, I just tripped and twisted my ankle. You know how clumsy I can be don’t worry about it.” He sighed and sat down opposite of you on the couch resting your hurt foot in his lap and placing the ice on your ankle.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt? The whole team thinks you’re perfectly okay.” He was frustrated, he never got mad at you, but you could tell in moments like this he was frustrated. “It’s not a big deal. They don’t need to worry about a little twisted ankle.” You snapped back, your tone harsher than intended, but you knew where this was going. It wasn’t the first time you snuck away after a mission to tend a secret injury.

“Just stop y/n. What if you’d been really hurt? Would you bother to tell me then? This isn’t the first time you’ve tried to hide injuries!”

“Oh please calm down you’re being such a drama queen!!”

He stood abruptly, jostling your foot in the meantime causing you to grimace. “I’m not a fucking drama queen y/n!”

“Then stop being so dramatic!”

“I’m only dramatic because I care about you dammit!” He paused waiting for your reaction. The thing about you and Bucky was you never expressed your feelings for each other. At all. What the two of you had was comfortable and platonic but you’d never discussed what it really was.

He took a deep breath kneeling on the floor next to the couch. “I care about you. The thought of you getting hurt scares me. I know it’s a minor injury but it’s not the first time this has happened and I don’t want to see you in pain, ever. If you had only told me I could’ve helped you to your room, I could’ve taken care of you. Why do you insist on hiding and handling shit on your own?”

You looked into his eyes, his brow furrowed in concern. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

He let out a sharp breath and threw caution into the wind, pulling you in for a deep kiss.

Pulling back he whispered “You will never be a burden to me.” You smiled softly at him.

“You’re still a drama queen...”

He couldn’t control the laugh that escaped him. “You’re something else I swear.” He stood and walked back to the freezer pulling your favorite ice cream out, he grabbed two spoons and headed back to sit with you. “I wouldn’t have to be so dramatic if you just let me take care of you.” You smiled feeling a blush creep to your cheeks as he pressed a quick peck to your forehead. Maybe being a little vulnerable wasn’t the worst thing after all.

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Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

The Lakes

Grocery Shopping

I See the Light

Sunrise

Drama Queen

Headcannons

NSFW Headcannons

Sebastian Stan

Far Too Young to Die

Focus on Me

Peaceful Nights

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Drama Queen

Bucky x reader

Summary: y/n gets hurt on a mission and Bucky is a bit of a drama queen about it.

AN: pure fluff, a little language. Just a little drabble for fun.

You were fine. Really you were just fine. That’s what you told Steve and Natasha, in the field and on the jet. Yet the second they turned the corner to their rooms in the compound you let the pain wash over you. Clutching the wall and wincing you finally let the sting of your ankle show on your face. For god’s sake it was just a sprained ankle. You knew it couldn’t be worse than that and you’d had a million worse injuries before then, but being one of the non-super humans on the team you tried to keep any and all pain to yourself, especially in the field. The last thing you wanted was to appear less capable than your teammates. If that meant biting your lip and walking as normally as possible until you made it safely to your own quarters, then that’s what you’d do.

The second the door closed you hobbled to your couch and collapsed onto it. Grimacing as you propped your foot up on a few pillows desperate to do anything to get the swelling to go down. You cursed realizing you should probably ice it as well, but of course that meant getting up, which was the last thing you wanted to do. Sighing and bracing yourself you walked like a zombie to your freezer, bracing yourself on the counter just to stay balanced. Just then a loud bang startled you. Your hand slipped from the counter and you landed with a soft thud on the floor. Head hung low you could only see a pair of boots run towards you.

“Oh god...sorry I didn’t mean to startle you I just got excited to see you, I should’ve knocked....” your heart dropped at the guilt in Bucky’s voice. He was easily concerned, you should’ve texted him while on the jet to give him a heads up to your little injury, now he’d be more worried than was necessary. He knelt beside you and picked you up carrying you back to the couch. As he gently set you down you tried to explain away the situation, “Really Buck it’s nothing, I just tripped and twisted my ankle. You know how clumsy I can be don’t worry about it.” He sighed and sat down opposite of you on the couch resting your hurt foot in his lap and placing the ice on your ankle.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt? The whole team thinks you’re perfectly okay.” He was frustrated, he never got mad at you, but you could tell in moments like this he was frustrated. “It’s not a big deal. They don’t need to worry about a little twisted ankle.” You snapped back, your tone harsher than intended, but you knew where this was going. It wasn’t the first time you snuck away after a mission to tend a secret injury.

“Just stop y/n. What if you’d been really hurt? Would you bother to tell me then? This isn’t the first time you’ve tried to hide injuries!”

“Oh please calm down you’re being such a drama queen!!”

He stood abruptly, jostling your foot in the meantime causing you to grimace. “I’m not a fucking drama queen y/n!”

“Then stop being so dramatic!”

“I’m only dramatic because I care about you dammit!” He paused waiting for your reaction. The thing about you and Bucky was you never expressed your feelings for each other. At all. What the two of you had was comfortable and platonic but you’d never discussed what it really was.

He took a deep breath kneeling on the floor next to the couch. “I care about you. The thought of you getting hurt scares me. I know it’s a minor injury but it’s not the first time this has happened and I don’t want to see you in pain, ever. If you had only told me I could’ve helped you to your room, I could’ve taken care of you. Why do you insist on hiding and handling shit on your own?”

You looked into his eyes, his brow furrowed in concern. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

He let out a sharp breath and threw caution into the wind, pulling you in for a deep kiss.

Pulling back he whispered “You will never be a burden to me.” You smiled softly at him.

“You’re still a drama queen...”

He couldn’t control the laugh that escaped him. “You’re something else I swear.” He stood and walked back to the freezer pulling your favorite ice cream out, he grabbed two spoons and headed back to sit with you. “I wouldn’t have to be so dramatic if you just let me take care of you.” You smiled feeling a blush creep to your cheeks as he pressed a quick peck to your forehead. Maybe being a little vulnerable wasn’t the worst thing after all.

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THIS IS NOT FUCKING FAIR.

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“Being a demon and a ghost must be very difficult, even for Charles; if he ever forgot, or let his disguise drop for a minute, he would be recognized at once and driven away; he must be extremely careful to use the same voice every time, and present the same face and the same manner without a slip; he must be constantly on guard against betraying himself.”

We Have Always Lived in the Castle

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This radiates dad!bucky energy to me. I just picture him at his kids soccer game, standing like this on the sidelines cheering with the other parents. Or maybe this is how he stands at home when the kid knows they’re in trouble but is trying to sweet talk their way past it and he just puts it’s hands on his hips with an exasperated sigh. But he knows he’ll give in because he can’t help it. After all, he’s wrapped around the fingers of everyone in his little family. It took him so long to get there, he just wants to do the best he can whether that means playing the role of soccer dad shuttling kids around to practices or surprising them with trips to get ice cream after. He’s happy to do whatever will make them happy.

Sebastian as Bucky Barnes in the new The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Series!

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“The Lakes”

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Based on the song “The Lakes” off of Taylor Swift’s Folklore. Bucky and Y/N getaway after a grueling a mission gone wrong.

A little bit angst a little bit of fluff

Author’s Note: I have a few ideas for this album so I’m thinking about making it a series??? Let me know if you have any ideas for any of the songs you really want to see. My submission box is open

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you

She hadn’t slept in three days. The bags under her eyes seemed to get deeper every time this happened. She was breaking, and the whole team held their breath each and every time hoping this wouldn’t be the time she finally cracked. Bucky was in the hospital wing again. He got protective on missions, and when he got protective, he got reckless. He’d seen the grenade thrown in your direction and panicked. Running after you he threw you behind him, wrapped himself around you, and took a sharp peice of shrapnel to his side. It went deep, almost too deep, but somehow everytime he managed to get just lucky enough. Lucky enough to never learn his lesson. This bout in the hospital had lasted longer than the last, they always seemed to last longer and longer each time. Three weeks of surgeries and slow recovery had been hard on her. She tried to stay happy for him, never letting her real emotions out while he was awake. She would laugh at his jokes and stroke his hair, and at night the emotions of the day would hit her like a tidal wave. It wasn’t uncommon for the team to hear her sobs and screams coming from the training room late at night, as she went through punching bags trying to release the stress of the day.

It was Steve who approached her about this trip. After Bucky was released and cleared, Steve suggested they have a getaway. Just the two of them, somewhere they could have peace and quiet, even if just for a few days. That was how they ended up in the Scottish countryside, in a small cabin on the shore of a beautiful lake. They spent their days basking in the warm summer air and their nights curled around a fire over looking the expansive body of water. For the first time, in almost a month Y/N felt at peace. She curled into Bucky’s arms and let his warmth encompass her. Inhaling his scent she felt a wave of emotion come over her. Trying to hide her eyes brimming with tears she tucked her face into his shoulder. But Bucky knew his best girl, he wasn’t blind to the pain she felt everytime he got hurt. Whether it was protecting her or not, he knew she would never be mad at him for his actions, but she was scared to lose him. That was fear he understood, it was the very fear that launched him in front of bombs to shield her.

“I’m sorry Y/N...” he sighed, kissing the top of her head, “if I could leave it all behind, I would. I don’t want you to hurt anymore.” She took a shaky breath and looked up at him. “We could give it up. The team can go on without us.” He clenched his jaw and hugged he tighter. They’d had this argument before. The last time he was hurt. He knew she was ready to be done, she loved the team but the toll it took on her was becoming too much.

Those windamere peaks

look like the perfect place to cry

I’m setting off but not without my muse

“Well I’m done.” She composed herself and began to pull away from him. “Y/N? What do you mean you’re done?” She could here the panic in his voice. “I love you Bucky, but I’m done with missions. I’m quitting the team.” Taken aback he watched as she got up from their seat by the fire and walked into the cottage behind them. He knew this day was coming, but it didn’t minimize the shock he felt at her words. Putting out the fire and trailing behind her into the cottage he stood in the doorway trying to find the right words.

“Bucky, it’s for the best.” She walked up to him placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“What does it mean for us?” He asked, scared of the answer. He knew when she said she quit she meant she wanted out entirely. He just prayed that didn’t mean leaving him behind too.

I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

Cause I haven’t moved in years

And I want you right here

As if she could sense his panic she pulled him into a deep kiss, temporarily releasing any fear he had. “Bucky, there’s something I haven’t told you.”

He furrowed his brows, “you can tell me anything doll, you know that.”

“I know you’ve told me you don’t want to quit the team until we’re ready to settle down, but it’s not up to us anymore.” Her voice began to shake. They had talked about this so many times. Bucky was still recovering, he needed the team for stability, he wasn’t ready to live a normal life because he didn’t think he deserved it yet.

“Bucky I’m pregnant.” Silence. She kept her gaze on the floor scared of his reaction.

Then she heard him. He was crying. She had little time to panic before he enveloped her in his arms. “I love you Y/N. I love you so much. I want to be a dad, I want this so bad.”

Relief flooded her and tears filled her eyes. They stayed in a tight embrace, each refusing to be the first to let go.

“We’ll talk to the team,” he bagan “I should have listened to you when you asked me before. I just don’t know life without a fight anymore.”

He brushed his thumb over her tear stained cheek and dropped to his knees. He placed a soft kiss on her belly, “You’re my life now,” he almost whispered it.

I’m setting off, but not without my muse

No, not without you

Three months later and they were finished packing. They’d found a quaint farmhouse on the shore of a little lake upstate. They were sure to pick one with extra rooms for any avenger who might need to getaway for a bit. It was an adjustment for them both, but Bucky had never felt so content with any decision before. He loved her, and she was finally happy. They spent their days picking out colors for the nursery and their nights cuddled around a fire overlooking the lake, and for the first time Bucky felt he was at peace.

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Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

The Lakes

Grocery Shopping

I See the Light

Sunrise

Drama Queen

Headcannons

NSFW Headcannons

Sebastian Stan

Comfort Movie

Far Too Young to Die

Focus on Me

Peaceful Nights