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corawithfanfiction · 23 days ago

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✯ Flawless - Sebastian Stan

lost on 'u

moral of the story (previous episode)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

Summary: After a devastating breakup with Sebastian Stan, Nora Walter spirals into a night of recklessness that ends in a near-fatal car crash. As she awakens in a hospital, fractured in body and spirit, Sebastian returns—but his presence raises more questions than comfort.

Warnings: emotional abuse, alcohol use, car accident trauma, medical emergency, body injury, panic attacks, hospital scenes, self-worth anxiety, fame pressure, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, implied death.

April 2016

"Sebastian, I love you! I can’t stop loving you!" I was shouting across the room at my boyfriend. Another night we’d spent together, another fight. He looked at me, biting his lip. I couldn’t tell if he was swallowing his words because he knew how much each one would hurt me—or because he didn’t want to waste another breath on me.

This night was supposed to be perfect for both of us. We were at the premiere of Captain America: Civil War. We were at the peak of our relationship. Everything was supposed to be perfect.

Or so I thought.

Sebastian stopped biting his lip and laughed. "Then can you stop acting so crazy for me?!" he yelled. "If you love me that much, then trust me! You don’t pick a fight in front of my friends. Especially not over some redhead I’ve never even met!"

His words, his voice—it all stabbed through me. I could feel my lower lip trembling. There had only been a few moments in my life when I’d felt this small. And this was one of them. Something was slipping, and I couldn’t catch it.

"I’m sorry," I finally whispered, finding my voice.

Sebastian shook his head. His eyes were brighter than ever. I could see the storm coming.

"No. This was the last time." He ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. Was he trying to convince himself? Or was he really done?

My brows furrowed as I repeated his words in my head.

Last time?

"What does that mean?" I asked, eyes locked on his blues. They used to pull me in like the ocean, but now there was no safety in them. My anchor had become a storm. I was drowning in his stare.

"We can’t keep doing this." His hands hovered in the space between us.

"What? You’re just going to leave me like this?"

"Because I’m twenty-one and you’re thirty-two? You’re seriously using age now?! Are you ashamed of me?!" My voice had become a scream.

Sebastian raised his hands. "There it is! You screaming for no reason! Maybe it IS the age thing! Maybe you haven’t grown up yet! THE WORLD DOESN’T REVOLVE AROUND YOU, NORA!"

"I— I never said it did!" I was sobbing now.

Sebastian stepped closer, closing the distance. His icy blues locked on mine, our faces inches apart. The way his eyes held me—I felt like I was going to shatter. "You’re unbelievable," he spat. I watched as he grabbed his keys. I couldn’t stop crying. Even through blurred vision, I didn’t blink once. I couldn’t look away from him.

"Where are you going?" I asked, finally able to speak.

Sebastian sighed. "It’s over, Nora. I can’t do this with you anymore. I’m done."

I stood frozen, watching him stumble out of the hotel room and slam the door. I didn’t say a word. Just watched.

The flower arrangement on the table shook from the impact. My breath hitched. Tears filled my eyes again. My fingers reached for the fabric of my dress. I raised a hand to cover my mouth, still staring at the door he walked out of.

He left me. He broke up with me. On the night of his movie premiere.

"Oh my God..." I gasped, finally giving up the fight against my tears. I collapsed backward into the armchair. My shoulders shook with sobs.

My body moved without me. I had no control. The realization crashed over me, and my sobs grew louder. My body hurt from shaking.

He was gone.

And it was the last time I saw him—until that stupid offer came along.

✯

I never heard the sirens. I didn’t feel the firefighters pulling me from the crushed convertible. I only vaguely heard the sound of metal groaning as they dragged my nearly lifeless body from the wreck. I didn’t see the stranger’s corpse being zipped into a bag and removed from the scene. I didn’t know he was dead.

While the world moved around me, I remained in darkness.

I never noticed everyone around me speaking Romanian, a language I didn’t know—except through Sebastian’s translations. Propped on a stretcher, I started to hear the faint sound of a helicopter. I pushed all my strength into opening my eyes. When I did, I could see the green straps of the oxygen mask, and in my peripheral vision, something white around my neck. I was strapped from the waist down, my dress had been cut open, and there was a sheet over me. People were speaking rapidly around me.

A woman appeared over me. She said something in Romanian, and I caught my name mid-sentence. "Nora Walter, Douăzeci și șapte, femeie, kaza de mașină. Știm încă de un contact de urgență?" She turned to me. "Nora, I told them your name, your age, and that you’re female. Do you have an emergency contact?"

I blinked at her.

When she realized I couldn’t speak, she took my hand. "If you understand me, squeeze my hand twice." Somehow, the calm in her voice grounded me. I squeezed her hand twice. It hurt. She smiled. I felt the lift of the stretcher—but it made my body scream in pain.

"Rus— Russel Wilhelm," I stammered. "Seb— Sebastian Stan," I added seconds later, using the last breath in me.

She turned back to the team. "Întâlnește-te cu Travis Wilhelm și Sebastian Stan. Starea femeii este gravă. Luați legătura și anunțați-ne cât mai curând posibil!" Words Sebastian had once translated for me now poured from her mouth fluently. Someone handed her my phone.

"Once we land, we’ll call them both for you, okay?"

I sniffled. "Am I going to die?" My voice was barely there. But I had to know.

She nodded. "Sweetheart, we’re going to take care of you. Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be okay." She squeezed my hand and gave me a soft, clumsy smile before turning back to the others shouting around us. Soon after, I felt myself being moved again.

Darkness took me again. My broken body dragged through it

✯

Sebastian sat there, staring at the ceiling. "You idiot, you should’ve gone with her." He bit his lower lip, wrestling with himself. The leftover red wine gave him an excuse to sulk. He didn’t call her. No. He hadn’t dared invite her to Romania for a quick weekend getaway.

Not while his heart still belonged to Nora. It took him far too long to realize they needed to work things out. He replayed their breakup like a film in his head, each scene hurting more than the last. He could still see himself storming out of the hotel room, slamming the door.

He still remembered blaming her age. She was only twenty-one, and he was thirty-two. They were both fools, and he should never have made it about that. Nora was insecure and loved him. And he shattered her.

He rubbed his face, scratching at his beard. His phone rang—Russel.

He answered and took a sip of wine. "Hello?"

"Sebastian, there’s been an accident…" The sound of packing in the background. "Nora… I don’t have the details, but she was taken to the hospital. I’m sending a car to pick you up."

Sebastian almost shattered the glass in his hand. "What?!" he shouted, jumping to his feet. "Oh my God, is she okay?!"

Russel took a shaky breath. "I don’t know. The car flipped—ten times, maybe? I think her ribs are broken? Whoever called me spoke English, so maybe there was a translator? I don’t know. They’re hoping she’ll be okay."

Sebastian felt his chest collapse. "Okay. I’ll see you soon."

He packed quickly. Just as Russel had said, a car was waiting downstairs. The door opened automatically. Sebastian nearly dove into the back seat.

His stomach churned. He fought back tears and bile. The car sped toward the hospital.

All Sebastian could think about was the last few weeks. How cruel he’d been. How they’d both gone for each other’s throats without hesitation.

He thought about the girl he slammed a door on. Was she scared? Was she even conscious? If not, how had they reached Russel?

Sitting in the backseat, he twisted with anxiety. The second they arrived, Sebastian burst through the hospital doors. He didn’t want to be here—but he had to be.

In the lobby, Russel quickly caught him. They rushed to a waiting room.

"Any news?!" Sebastian asked. Russel shook his head.

"Still in surgery. Nurse said the doctor will update us when it’s over."

The wait began.

What felt like four hours was just one. Sebastian bounced his leg, Russel made phone calls canceling upcoming shows.

Finally, a male doctor entered. Clipboard in hand. Serious eyes.

"Mr. Wilhelm and Mr. Stan? What is your relation to Ms. Walter?"

"I’m her manager," Russel said.

Sebastian didn’t hesitate. "I’m her boyfriend."

The doctor nodded.

"Ms. Walter made it through surgery. But recovery will take time. Four broken ribs. A fracture in her left foot. Dislocated right shoulder. She hit the dashboard—but miraculously, the only facial injuries are a broken nose, split lip, and a black eye."

Sebastian’s heart sank.

Russel exhaled in relief. "She was drunk. Her BAC was over the legal limit. But maybe that kept her conscious and able to give us your names."

The doctor placed the clipboard behind his back.

"She’s alive because she wore a seatbelt. The driver was ejected through the windshield and was killed by an oncoming vehicle. No ID, face unrecognizable. We’re waiting on confirmation."

Russel gasped. "She wasn’t alone?"

The doctor nodded. "If you knew him, we’d take a statement. But clearly, you don’t."

Russel collapsed into a chair.

"When can we see her?" Sebastian asked.

"She’s recovering. Once she wakes up, we’ll transfer her to a room and you can both see her."

✯

"Ms. Walter, can you hear me?" A soft, unfamiliar voice broke through. I felt the numbness. My eyes opened slowly. Bright lights. White room. A young nurse adjusting something on a monitor.

"We gave you something for the pain. Do you feel any?"

I tried to move. Nothing.

"No," my voice trembled.

She smiled, grabbed my chart. "You’ve got two visitors. They waited all night to see you. I’ll let them know you’re ready."

I said nothing. I leaned back into the stiff mattress. Oxygen in my nose. Blood still in my mouth.

Soon, Sebastian and Russel entered the room.

"Baby," Sebastian rushed to me. Russel followed. Both stood on either side of my bed.

My eyes moved between them. I started crying again.

But when my gaze locked on those ocean blues I missed so much—the dam broke. A sob escaped me as his hand cupped my cheek. Russel stepped back, watching us.

Sebastian leaned down and kissed my forehead. My body shook.

"Baby, don’t cry. I’m right here." His voice soothed me. "I’m so sorry," he whispered. "I was awful to you… I’m so glad you’re okay."

"W-What happened?" My throat burned with every word.

Russel spoke. "Car crash. It flipped. Four broken ribs, one fractured ankle, dislocated shoulder. But… that’s it. You’re okay otherwise."

I cried out. Sebastian kissed the tears away.

"Baby, breathe. You’re safe now."

This was the Sebastian I knew. Or maybe it was the painkillers making me see things.

"P-Please don’t leave me," I whispered.

He nodded. "I’m not going anywhere, beautiful. I’ve got you." He laced his fingers with mine.

Another promise he might not keep.

I lay there, tears flowing. Thinking about the runways I’d miss. Would I ever be the same? Would magazines forget me? Would a limp end my career?

Everything I worked for—gone. All those sleepless nights. All those hunger pains. Friendships ruined for covers.

Gone. Sebastian was here.

But would he stay?

Would he slam the door in my face again?

✯

NORA WALTER WILL RETURN!

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corawithfanfiction · 6 months ago

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Flawless I Sebastian Stan

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

✯ prologue

✯ the night before the funeral

✯ the only way

✯ it is a man's man's world

✯ light em up, I am on fire

✯ who the hell is he

✯ te iu bese, I love you in Romanian

✯ do i wanna know

✯ same ol' mistakes

✯ moral of the story

✯ lost on 'u

✯ guess who is back (Final Episode)

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corawithfanfiction · 3 months ago

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REMINISCENCES I Winter Soldier x OC!Fem

innocence is out of style (episode 5)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS! - HOME!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

• REMINISCENCES •

Recall or “remembering ” refers to the mental process of retrieving information from the past. It is one of the three basic processes of memory, along with encoding and storage. There are three main types of recall: free recall, cued recall and serial recall. Psychologists test recall as a way to study memory processes in humans and animals.

warnings: bad language, anxiety, trauma reminder, forced detention, depression, non-consensual detention, begging, platonic love, hyperventilation, stockholm syndrome

summary: After "kidnapping" Polina, Bucky believes he can right his past wrongs by keeping the young woman with him, even if only by force.

That night Bucky decided not to leave Polina alone. Fortunately, the night was already long, and after his promise to be her savior, he did nothing but cling to the young woman's body in an almost possessive way. As if Polina was really his, without the "ifs" and "buts".

It was hateful for Polina, but she couldn't fight it. With every passing second she felt a pain crushing her. The tears had already dried on her face. She was alone with only the alarm clock flashing red numbers on the screen, still feeling the relentless grip of his arms on her body.

Logically, she could not find sleep. This did not surprise the young woman. She could feel his insistent gaze on her, but she did nothing but avoid it, just like everyone else who had moved into her building that infamous day.

She was stupid! As soon as he recognized him, she should have acted immediately. She would have had to run away again, yes, but she wouldn't have done it to herself again. Yet somehow she had promised herself to live her life. Well, now her life didn't seem so rosy and flowery.

"What are you thinking about?" Bucky asked Polina almost in a whisper. After his outburst he went to the bathroom for a while and finally decided to lie down next to the young woman right away. After a few minutes he decided to dare to put his hands on you and the young woman didn't fight: after all, she didn't stand a chance.

No one would stand a chance against the former winter soldier. She knew better than to beg him.

"It's nothing." She answered briefly, looking at the alarm clock that was still jumping ahead a minute. Bucky was probably not pleased with her answer because the young woman could feel the whip radiating from his body and his grip tightened slightly. She squealed slightly with the pressure in her belly but she didn't dare to react to him more, to show more interest in him. Just like that day, she refused to even look at him and God, Bucky was feeling so angry. He really wanted her to see what he saw, to see him imagining her right away, but there was no way.

She decided to dare a little more to stop only at dawn.

"Think about it, it's perfect. You can finally get over… your trauma, I can help you." He whispered in the young woman's ear, sending shivers through her body. She whimpered, shaking her head at every unhealthy idea she could think of. Bucky insisted anyway.

He decided to stretch her body towards the young woman, almost rising up towards Polina's trapped body. With the same hand (the vibranium one) he took the young woman's chin with such sweetness that the young woman could hardly believe it was her. After his grip, he forced the young woman to look at him. She couldn't look anywhere else, she couldn't look at anything but those eyes.

"You caused this trauma, you can't fix it."

He almost whimpered when he saw how a small smile appeared on her lips. It was as if he hadn't heard her, as if he was arguing with a completely different Polina and entertaining her every moment. Because Bucky was so very calm and Polina was clearly afraid of his unpredictability.

"Yes, I did, and I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry. I wish I could go back, start over with you, but I can't. We see this as a new beginning." he whispered so sweetly that it made the young woman sick to her stomach. He was dreaming, he looked at Polina with such tenderness that the young woman was frightened. He didn't understand how she had managed to get through all the reactions, she was just stuck in this moment.

Did she miss any memories?

What happened to her?

"It's not a beginning, Bucky. My beginning was without you and-"

She couldn't finish the sentence, didn't even think to continue. When his vibranium hand cupped her face, his gaze suddenly hardened, especially as he squeezed her cheeks so hard that they stung. He groaned in pain, thinking that at any moment he could seriously hurt the young woman, but seeing her frown, it seemed that he was the one who had the audacity to look hurt.

"No, you don't understand. You were my beginning, of all my memories, after the night terrors, after the nightmares, you were the only one who managed to brood for days over a person they forced me to become. You are my beginning and you need my help, baby." He growled almost like a beast during his little speech and Polina could barely hold his attention.

This grip hurt the young woman very badly. Only when Bucky saw the tears in her eyes did he decide to slowly release his vibranium hand. When he brought his face closer to hers, she could almost feel the bile rising from her stomach.

"No, please-" she whispered desperately, feeling her handcuffed wrist still aching. She began to kiss away the tears that threatened to fall. When the young woman thought he was going to come back to her side, he decided to sit even better instead. She began hyperventilating, imagining only one scenario.

God, she couldn't stand the nightmares, she managed to endure his insistent, if not inappropriate, touches and his words, his closeness, his scent. He felt the pain under his skin. The fact that a former winter soldier could go so far as to take a young woman like Polina had ruined her life. She would never get over it, never.

"Shh, easy, baby. I could never do such things to you, never." He comforted the young woman, almost reading her mind as he kissed her face lovingly. Everything, every bit of skin from cheek to forehead, was kissed devotedly by him. It felt as if it was sacred to her, as if it really was everything. Stockholm syndrome? The young woman didn't think so. Slowly calmed down by his revelation, she decided not to open her mouth again until she was sure he was really calm. But then again, Bucky seemed like a man who would lose his temper quickly. He was very unpredictable and Polina knew very little.

"Please stop… I'm- I'm sleepy." she murmured, too embarrassed to feel his kisses on her face. Bucky quietly rested both elbows on the sides of her head and looked straight into her eyes with a sweet, gentle smile. Polina couldn't believe that Bucky was holding her captive in his apartment, or that he was somehow involved with the winter soldier, but he was. And now the two of them were just standing here. The young woman tied to the bed by the winter soldier.

"Then I can help you sleep, honey." The nickname disgusted the young woman but she nodded with only a fake smile on her lips. She literally had to do something to get her off her high. Still Bucky kept rushing and told Polina to just close your eyes. She didn't want to close them, she wanted to watch his every move but she didn't want to contradict him or even challenge him. She was afraid. Of what might happen if she closed her eyes or what he might do to her for not closing them.

So she gave up and closed her eyes slowly, Bucky was almost surprised. You could tell by the way she murmured gratefully. The young woman waited for him to move her, but Bucky continued to caress her face instead. Polina felt the chill of his vibranium hand on her skin as his flesh hand carefully combed through her hair, careful not to hurt her. To the young woman's detriment, it seemed to work.

Slowly her muscles began to relax and she was already falling into the arms of what she hoped was a dreamless sleep. Bucky, on the other hand, continued to watch the young woman. He was grateful that she had closed her eyes, because her smile was wider than the one she was showing Polina, so that the young woman could not see the love written in her eyes. He was wonderful in every way and in every expression. A perverted part of him admitted that he was perfect when he cried, but he never told the young woman, knowing how much she was still afraid of him. But that won't last long, no. She would understand him, even love him. At the thought of her kissing him, Bucky felt like he was in heaven.

Kissing?

The thought really hit him, he could see his muscles relaxing completely and his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Bucky tilted his head slightly and looked at her slightly parted lips. Without thinking, Bucky slowly walked up to the young woman's face and gently placed his lips on hers. He felt shivers run through his body and a desire that drove him to continue again and again.

But what had he told the young woman, what had he promised her he wouldn't do anything? No, not yet.

Bucky wanted to create a strong bond first, even if the existing one was already unbreakable. But the thought that he might want her body from afar already made him feel ecstatic. Bucky continued to kiss the young woman gently and smiled slightly at the thought that one day he might kiss her.

It was going to be real.

Just as he was no longer a winter soldier, Polina was no longer afraid of him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hyperventilation is the process of breathing in and out frequently. during this process, the amount of Co2 in the air inside us decreases, while the amount of O2 does not increase. the human brain looks at the Co2 ratio of the air inside the lungs to make the decision to breathe. the brain of a person who is hyperventilating before diving does not feel the need to breathe because it perceives the amount of Co2 as low. however, this is an artificial situation and since there is not enough O2, blackouts and even fainting may occur during the ascent to the surface, which is the last seconds of the dive. When you are alone, you should be careful not to dive to your limits. Hyperventilating is usually done by people who want to stay underwater longer, but it is a risky behavior.

Stockholm syndrome is a term that describes the psychological state of the hostage, which can be summarized as the emergence of emotional sympathy and empathy in the process of possible dialogue with the hostage-taker.

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corawithfanfiction · 7 months ago

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Oh my lord!!

HANDS HANDS HANDS

#sebastian stan #sexy seabass #bucky barnes #winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #till the end of the queue #sebastianstanreader #mcu #marvel #fanfiction

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corawithfanfiction · 1 month ago

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REMINISCENCES I Winter Soldier x OC!Fem

nowhere to run from all of this havoc (episode 7)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS! - HOME!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

• REMINISCENCES •

summary: Bucky agrees to a harmless double date—only to find himself drawn to the wrong girl. In a night full of quiet confessions, book quotes, and unexpected chemistry, something fragile and real begins. But war cuts it short before it can become anything more. Years later, haunted by a face he can’t quite recall and a name that never comes, Bucky prepares to leave—again. Closure is messy. Especially when it comes from the one who broke you.

warnings: Male POV, Emotional vulnerability, Blind date setup, Longing, PTSD, War trauma, Unresolved feelings, Bittersweet memory, Off-screen intimacy, Survivor’s guilt, Memory loss, Flashbacks, Implied sexual content, Apology from abuser, Therapy themes, Complex closure

He hadn’t really wanted to be there—but somehow, he found himself stuck on a double date with his best friend. His friend had practically begged him to come along because she’d promised her date she’d bring someone for his best friend. And judging by how much effort she put into it, she really didn’t want to disappoint the handsome soldier.

But when they arrived at the fairgrounds and saw Steve Rogers and me standing at the gate, she looked too stunned to even speak.

I was almost certain she’d been brought here for me, but apparently… her date was Steve Rogers. Captain America himself.

She didn’t say much at first. Just stood there watching her friend hug me like we’d known each other forever. I was pretty sure she’d said she only met the guy yesterday—and didn’t want to go alone since it was too soon. Yeah. Just yesterday.

When Steve held out his hand to break the awkward tension, she snapped out of it and shook it a bit too quickly. That was how the four of us officially met.

The conversation soon got lively, and we ended up walking toward the amusement park. Her friend—Anastasia—was already asking war questions. She seemed fascinated by front-line stories. I wasn’t.

But Steve? Steve was thrilled to talk. He answered all her questions as we walked in silence behind them. I was starting to wonder why she’d agreed to this date at all. She didn’t seem into soldiers—definitely not into war stories. But even when Anastasia ignored her completely, she didn’t mind. I could tell. That’s what best friends do.

While they kept chatting ahead of us, I noticed her glancing at me. She looked over, shrugged, like she was waiting for me to say something. We were both clearly bored. Forgotten.

I smiled and changed the subject. Smoothly, if I say so myself. The conversation kept rolling until Anastasia finally got tired of the book talk.

She noticed the look on my face—yeah, I probably looked a little down. But she didn’t say anything. Instead, she just slowed down. Maybe hoping I’d slow down too. When Anastasia kept talking with Steve and we lagged behind, I caught up to her pace.

“You okay? Your feet hurting?” I asked, looking at her shoes.

“No, I’m fine. Just sick of the war talk, that’s all.” She kept walking slowly.

“Same,” I sighed. “Feels like a never-ending topic at this point.”

“Yeah. Where there’s life, there’s hope.” She said it so casually.

My breath caught.

“What did you just say?”

“I said, ‘Where there’s life, there’s hope.’” She repeated it, probably thinking I was surprised she quoted something.

I was. No one ever got my references.

But she wasn’t just anyone.

“You’re a fan? No way…”

And that’s when the real conversation began. Turned out she was a massive book nerd too. She read everything she could, bought every book she finished.

Before I knew it, our shoulders were touching. She smiled and blushed a little—but didn’t move away. I was aware of how close we’d gotten. I glanced at her friend, half-expecting a look. But Anastasia didn’t seem to care. She was still clinging to Steve’s arm, laughing at something.

“You’re really beautiful,” I murmured, almost without thinking.

She looked caught off guard. She was about to apologize on Anastasia’s behalf—but she blushed instead.

“And you love books. I’m a lucky man to be talking to you.”

“I could say the same, Sergeant. I’d pick books over battles any day.”

“Then you found the right date,” I said with a grin, looking around. “Wanna get some ice cream?”

“That sounds perfect.” And that’s how we split off from Steve and Anastasia. I told them we’d go get something and didn’t wait around.

We spent the next hour just walking, talking, trying games. I even won her a teddy bear. Now and then we pretended to look for Steve and Anastasia, but honestly… we didn’t care.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this comfortable around someone.”

“I’m glad I’m not boring you.” She said it in a way that didn’t feel like forced small talk. She was comfortable. It was wild to think we’d only met two hours ago.

I smiled. “I feel the same. Steve always says I’m boring.”

“He is, too.”

“He is?” I laughed.

“Yep. Who would’ve thought Captain America would be into war stories?”

“Doesn’t the name kind of give it away?” I teased.

“His name says heroic and dull. And honestly? Stealing his best friend’s date doesn’t scream honor.”

That threw me for a loop. Was she defending me?

“Maybe I stole the date,” I muttered.

“She didn’t pay attention to her date the whole night. All her energy was on her best friend.”

“She still doesn’t?”

“She’s into him. No doubt.”

She was acting like she didn’t understand what I meant.

“Well… feelings are mutual. About the date. And about now.”

“You weren’t interested in Anastasia?”

“Wasn’t that obvious?”

“No.” Especially not when they hugged the second we showed up.

“I was trying to be polite. She insisted on the date because I helped her out. I was just glad I could bring Steve.”

“She seemed interested in you—until Captain Rogers started storytime.”

“She’s been staring at his back since we arrived.”

She laughed, and I joined in. That moment shaped the rest of the night. We both realized—we didn’t care.

The sound of the last box being loaded onto the truck snapped me back to reality. I’d been spacing out a lot lately. Mostly back to the 1940s—when life felt simple and good.

I’d been thinking about that date with Steve. Technically, I’d gone out with Anastasia. But I couldn’t stop remembering the girl she had brought for Steve. The one I ended up getting close to.

She looked so sweet, so innocent. But I knew—better than anyone—how dirty she could get in a back alley.

If that damn train hadn’t derailed… maybe she would’ve been the woman I came back to.

Steve had Peggy. And me? I had… that sweet girl. The one whose name I still couldn’t remember. The one whose face never fully formed in my memories.

I sighed, hard and bitter.

I gave the apartment one last glance. Just like I’d promised Polina, I’d packed everything up in two days. It was time to leave.

Even if I’d been the architect of her trauma—and made everything worse trying to fix it with some reckless plan—after that raw apology and painful catharsis, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time.

Safe.

No, it wasn’t healthy. For either of us. Not even close.

But somehow… my apology had done what years of therapy never could.

Still, Polina had asked for closure. She didn’t want more nightmares. She wanted to say goodbye properly. She asked me to tell her when I left.

I still couldn’t make sense of the past week—what I’d done, what I felt, what had changed. I couldn’t believe I’d become this man. It ached.

But I’d keep my promise to her. At the very least, leave a final moment behind that felt more like peace than destruction.

As I walked toward Polina’s door, those eyes I could never forget filled my mind again.

And the thought of the girl—whose name I still didn’t know—was already beginning to crawl back into my bones.

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Reminiscences I Winter Soldier x OC!Fem (Comleted)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS! - HOME!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

• REMINISCENCES • Recall or “remembering ” refers to the mental process of retrieving information from the past. It is one of the three basic processes of memory, along with encoding and storage. There are three main types of recall: free recall, cued recall and serial recall. Psychologists test recall as a way to study memory processes in humans and animals.

It Would’ve Been Better To Forget Lots Of Things (Prologue)

And In Those Slepless,Tormenting Times (Characters)

I Am Afraid I Have No Purpose Here (Episode 1)

Somewhere, I Have a Watercolor You Did (Episode 2)

Sorry I'm So Demadin', But Save The Dancin' For Back At The Mansion (Episode 3)

The Only Place We Had To Meet Is Night (Episode 4)

Innocence Is Out Of Style (Episode 5)

They Say That The World Was Built For Two (Episode 6)

Nowhere To Run From All Of This Havoc (Episode 7)

I Find Myself In My Melodies (Final Episode)

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REMINISCENCES I Winter Soldier x OC!Fem

somewhere, I have a watercolor you did (episode 2)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS! - HOME!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

• REMINISCENCES •

warnings: confrontation, encounter, nightmare, old memories, facing trauma, breathing problem

summary: To confront his past, Bucky goes to visit a familiar face.

Bucky sighed and looked at the apartment building in front of him. He ran his hand, the fleshy one, through his short hair, thinking what a bad idea this was. He had just wanted to disappear and instead he found himself living with several people in the same building. After all, it was the best choice, she knew. Maybe he wouldn't have any neighbors interfering, maybe he could get one miserable word out of his mouth. Maybe he could prove again that he really was Bucky.

He took a deep breath and walked to the front door with a single suitcase and new keys, then followed the stairs. His apartment was 305. He remembered it was on the first floor, easy to reach. She started walking and looking at the numbers on the doors.

301. 302. 303. 304-

The door suddenly opened and he saw a girl coming out. He suddenly tensed as he realized how nervous, almost scared she looked.

Scared?

He was surprised when the young woman appeared in front of him. He didn't know what to do, he had to say hello. Well, maybe, if she was more… normal. When she finally looked at him he still looked upset and immediately apologized, gestured and talked about how he thought something had happened.

Something?

He wanted to raise one eyebrow in response but she couldn't shake a strange feeling.

“Don't worry. I'm new here and, um… it looks like you're here with me. Nice to meet you, I'm Bucky.” he tried to sound as free as he could and put on one of his best expressions. He was really trying, but there was something dead on his face. He then focused on her hesitant gaze, grabbing the hand she gently offered him.

It was only a second, but that touch somehow pushed him back. Without even realizing it, he frowned and realized that he hadn't been paying attention for several minutes to the embarrassed smile on her face.

Great, he had already made an embarrassing figure. He cleared his throat, waved his hand briefly and, without making too many claims, walked past her to the door of her apartment.

He quickly opened the door and entered with his suitcase, locked himself in and leaned against the door, then closed his eyes and those eyebrows reappeared.

There seemed to be something wrong with him, especially 'him'. Maybe she was in trouble and could help, even if she wasn't in the mood to babysit. After all, after all, knowing at least one person, adding one contact to her phone, in addition to the psychologist she was obliged to see and who was constantly following her to check on her condition, was an excuse to finally start over.

Wasn't it?

(When I was writing Polina, for some reason I always had Dakota Johson in my head:))

Polina opened her eyes again, breathed slowly and let her muscles relax a little. Still, her mind could not move itself.

On the other hand, her mind had a sensitive passion for details, especially those blue eyes.

When she heard heavy footsteps going up the stairs, she was sure it was the same damn footsteps, and without thinking she opened the door and went out into the corridors. It was only after she turned around and almost tripped over the stranger that she later apologized to.

The person she was looking for was right in front of her, she said something to him casually and only then realized she had made a mistake. When he had finished speaking, it was as if his eyes had become clearer, as if he was not the ruthless killer: yet she would have recognized those eyes anywhere. A different glow, but it was still him. It was impossible not to recognize that body, and even with short hair he had a strange passion for detail in his mind, so he had no doubts.

She hadn't spoken that day, so she couldn't tell from the voice if it was really him, but this time she was sure. His whole body froze in place, but when he noticed her questioning look and that doubt in her eyes, he decided to start his own game. A kind of hide and seek, because if he really remembered her he would kill her instantly.

Wouldn't she?

He said his name was Bucky, but Polina remembered him as the Winter Soldier.

When he left without much of an excuse, she released that great agonized sigh she had been holding in. She was standing in the corridor with her eyes wide open.

She didn't know how or why, but she didn't remember. He believed he had played well, even if he had noticed the trace of suspicion, maybe he was safe.

Or maybe this would be the beginning of a long game of cat and mouse.

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OH MY LORD!!!!

sebastian came for our throats

#excuse me sir how dare you #sebastian stan #seb stan #holy fuck #sebastianstanreader #mcucastedit #fanfiction #mcu bucky barnes #mcuchallenge #mcu namor

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REMINISCENCES I Winter Soldier x OC!Fem

they say that the world was built for two (episode 6)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS! - HOME!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

• REMINISCENCES •

warnings: Kidnapping, Trauma, PTSD, Confinement, Violence, Guilt, Emotional abuse, Powerlessness, Flashbacks, Regret

summary: After being kidnapped by Bucky Barnes, Polina struggles with the psychological weight of her captivity. Days blur into one another as she finds herself caught between fear, defiance, and reluctant empathy. In a moment of rare vulnerability, Bucky confronts his actions and offers Polina a series of raw, painful apologies. Their shared trauma unfolds not through violence, but through an uneasy truce, where guilt, grief, and broken humanity collide. What begins as an ending might just mark the start of something irreversible.

Days chased one another, and the presence of her captivity was beginning to feel almost habitual.

Or maybe, for her, each passing hour equated to months. Regardless of how much time had gone by, every second she spent didn’t change the fact that she was being held against her will.

Polina refused to open her eyes, defying the sunlight streaming into the room. She had no intention of starting a new day with her own killer. She was certain she would rot away in this bed. What she wasn’t sure of was what she might lose in the process.

Even with her eyes tightly shut, Polina could still sense the movement in the room. The sun must have spread more deeply into the space than she expected, because with every step he took, the man's shadow reflected across her closed lids.

She could no longer ignore the smells and sounds reaching her. Her stomach growled in response to the aroma, giving her yet another reason to silently curse. The man didn’t bother hiding his smile at the sound.

“You should wake up, beautiful. You need to eat breakfast.”

At the sound of his voice, Polina felt a wave of nausea. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter. She tried to make herself smaller where she lay. Maybe, if she shrank enough, she could disappear. At least, she wanted to believe that.

Her subtle movement hadn’t escaped Bucky’s eyes. He let out a deep breath and slowly stepped toward the bed she was tied to. He was trying very hard not to startle her. Of course, he knew from the beginning that he had chosen the wrong way to approach this. But he had done what first came to his mind. He couldn’t miss this chance. And once they talked about everything, she would understand. She would agree with him. She wouldn’t be afraid. Bucky was sure of that—just as sure as he was of the memories he clung to. Or at least, he had trapped himself in that illusion. In the end, everything would be fine.

He slowly sat down on the bed she was tied to. He noticed how she pulled her legs closer to herself. With every move he made, she curled deeper into a fetal position, trembling more with every breath. He let out an audible sigh and settled onto the corner of the bed. He didn’t move, didn’t speak for several minutes. And during that time, he could see her trembling begin to ease.

Eventually, Polina—perhaps out of discomfort from his silence, or out of a foolish kind of bravery—finally opened her eyes. Slowly, she turned to the man sitting on the edge of the bed. The moment she did, the man with one metal arm, who had been staring out the window, met the gaze of the woman he had tied to the bed.

Even Polina herself was surprised that she could speak, but the words still slipped from between her lips.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, finally beginning to comprehend the reality of what was happening—resenting every moment of the past three years, but especially last night, which felt like months even though it had only been hours. She kept talking, tired of running and staying silent all these years. She was tied to a bed now—how much worse could things get?

“I don’t have the energy to go through another breakdown like last night,” she said, finally meeting the eyes of the man who had broken her mind.

Bucky could see that the fear hadn’t left her—but she was exhausted by the constant helplessness. He had replayed last night a million times in his head. He wasn’t proud of what he had done, but he didn’t know what else to do. His social skills were dead. He had no one to guide him. No family. No friends. They were all gone—dead because of him. He knew he deserved this loneliness. The screams of those he once called comrades still echoed in his head.

“I didn’t come to apologize for what happened last night,” he said, locking eyes with her again.

Polina took a deep breath and sat up slightly in bed. She was almost upright now. “Then what are you here to apologize for?” she asked. The absurdity of the situation would have made her laugh if she had been anywhere else. She wasn’t used to having bed chats with the man who had shattered her. And yet, deep down, she was curious about what he had to say. Some part of her—though she wouldn’t admit it—knew that his apology might be more healing than all the therapy and pills in the world. How ironic, wasn’t it? Maybe God didn’t have a great sense of humor after all.

Without hesitation, Bucky responded to her question. “For everything else,” he said, taking a deep breath. He looked around the room again, then brought his eyes back to meet hers. She was now sitting fully upright.

“I’m sorry for following you with a smug smile on my face three years ago.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he could see her muscles tense. But he didn’t stop. He should have stopped last night, but he hadn’t. And he wouldn’t stop now, no matter how much it pained him. He owed her this—this beautiful, fierce woman sitting across from him.

He kept leaving new scars on her soul, and yet, even when his mind had been washed clean, the one thing he could never forget was the brightness in her eyes and the way she had once stared him down without fear. He still didn’t know why. But for some reason, he hadn’t been able to kill her. And now, his blood-stained hands had left yet another wound on the most delicate spirit he had ever known.

“I’m sorry you had to witness what I did, in the wrong place at the wrong time.” He wanted to close his eyes, but he knew she was listening—holding her breath.

“I’m sorry I made you live your life in fear and doubt.” He turned his body a bit more toward her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t kill you that day and left you alone with what you saw.” A single tear escaped from Polina’s eyes.

“I’m sorry for treating you like an object.” He reached out and untied her hands, gently tracing the marks left by the rope with his thumb. The cold of his metal fingers made her shiver. But she didn’t flinch—not because she’d forgotten he was a killer, but because for the first time, maybe… she realized this trauma had destroyed him even more than it had her.

“And most of all, I’m sorry you ever had to meet me.” Bucky let out a bitter chuckle. The kind that cursed his existence, his life, everything he had done.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, this time barely a whisper. The super soldier’s eyes were glossy, his voice nearly gone.

“I’m Bucky Barnes. I’m no longer the Winter Soldier. But I’m still sorry for fucking up your life.” He blinked away the tears threatening to fall and met her eyes once more.

Polina took a deep breath. “Thank you.” There was a broken smile on her lips now. “I just hope not giving up on people won’t be the end of me.”

Her small smile allowed Bucky to breathe a little easier. The former assassin let a half-smile creep across his face.

“That’s what makes you incredible. You’re always there for the ones you love—even if they don’t deserve it.”

“You know that’s never going to change.” With every word, every confession, every apology, Polina felt lighter than she had in years of therapy. And Bucky could see it too. With every second that passed, her gaze was becoming braver.

“Even if it does… it’s okay.” He smiled a little more, wanting to give her strength. He didn’t want to overstep. And yes—he was ignoring the fact that he had kidnapped her. But in this moment, it felt like none of that mattered.

“From today forward, I’m going to take care of myself.”

Polina swallowed hard at his words. “Is it over?” She wanted to sound confident, but her voice barely rose above a whisper.

Bucky averted his gaze. For a moment, he felt his throat dry up. He moistened his lips, fearing he couldn’t speak otherwise. It felt like all the water in his body had abandoned him.

Eventually, the woman before him gathered her courage again and rose from the bed. “Yes,” he said, walking over to the tray of breakfast he had prepared. He placed it gently on the bed in front of her.

After clearing his throat and regaining his voice, he spoke again: “Eat. After that… you’re free to do whatever you want.” His eyes drifted aimlessly around the room. With his right hand, he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’ll find a new place for myself. Give me a day or two. After that, you’ll never see me again.”

They say every road has an end— but some endings feel like beginnings.

Even when you think you’ve come a long way, you may find yourself right back where you started.

Because every journey is full of ups and downs, and one wrong step can lead to disaster.

But no matter what— you must stick to the plan and carve your own path.

Because there’s no turning back now.

And this time, it looks like it’s going to be the journey of our lives.

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✯ Flawless - Sebastian Stan

same ol' mistakes

do i wanna know (previous episode)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

Summary: The morning after a night of passion, Nora wakes up to an empty bed—and a bitter truth. As reality hits, she discovers Sebastian has already moved on. Torn between rage, heartbreak, and pride, she refuses to let herself be humiliated again. In a sharp, defiant spiral, she storms out, determined to drown her pain in flashing lights and foreign lips. With Russel—her reluctant publicist—in tow, she heads into the Romanian night, not for revenge, but for reclamation. Of her pride. Of her power. And maybe, of something wilder.

Warning: Breakup aftermath, Emotional trauma, Infidelity, Drinking, Language (strong), Public confrontation, Grief, Heartbreak, Rebound behavior, Sexual tension, Self-destruction, Aggressive language, Partying, Media exposure risk, Verbal conflict, Emotional whiplash

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. My eyes met the rapidly flickering sunrise of Romania. The bed was a mess, and the headache was sharp at the back of my skull. Closing my eyes, I rubbed my face, realizing what had happened the night before. I could still taste the wine on my lips, mixed with the taste of him. When I brought my fingers to my swollen lips, the memories came together. Every second began to replay in my head.

Moans. Touches. Laughter.

I tried to hold in everything inside me with a deep breath just so I wouldn’t break down and cry. Last night, everything had felt normal, as if the fights between us had never happened. We had become Sebastian and Nora again. Everyone’s favorite couple. But underneath, we were lovers who couldn’t stand being apart.

When I checked the time, I realized I had two hours to shower and get ready for this morning’s photoshoot. Letting out a groan through my lips, I threw the blankets off and rushed to my suitcase to grab my clothes. I opened my playlist as I got in the shower and sang along to a few songs before getting out. The last thing I needed was to get sick, so I quickly blow-dried my hair, sprayed on some perfume, and didn’t worry too much about how I looked since the makeup team at the shoot would take care of the rest.

As I stepped out of the bathroom and into the living room, I heard his voice. He stood there, back turned, talking on the phone. I knew I shouldn’t be curious. If someone eavesdropped on my calls, I’d probably lose it. Okay, definitely lose it. I moved behind one of the pillars and yes—I started listening.

I know. I shouldn’t have.

But come on, you would’ve listened too.

You would’ve, right?

"Yes, darling, everything’s fine. I’ll be home soon… I know." He waited for responses on the other end, giving answers in turn. He walked around the corner and sat down on the couch—the same couch with a pillow and blanket on it.

He had gotten out of bed last night.

"I love you too, Alejandra."

Fuck.

I bit my lip hard, suddenly understanding why he’d said last night was a mistake. He had already moved on. Everything made so much sense now. When I saw him toss the phone aside, I quickly stepped out and made my way to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

“Nora?” Sebastian called. I chose to ignore him, unscrewed the bottle cap, and drank deeply—my throat suddenly desert-dry. His brows furrowed as he looked at me.

“I think we need to talk about last night,” he muttered.

Last night, he called me baby. Who does he think he is?

“No,” I said, firm and sharp. “There’s nothing to talk about because apparently last night meant absolutely nothing to you.” My voice, my vocal cords—everything was dripping with rage. Sebastian let out a sigh and rubbed his face with both hands.

Tears threatened to fall, but I quickly wiped my eyes before he could see.

“Did it mean anything to you?” Sebastian asked under his breath.

“Who cares, Sebastian? You’re with someone else. What I think doesn’t matter anymore.” I shoved my things into my bag in a rush and called the driver to say I was ready to be picked up.

Sebastian stared at me from where he sat. “Also, enjoy the suite. Tell Alejandra she can stay with you. Let her know she can hop on a plane and be here in no time,” I added, shaking my head. “I’m not coming back.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he asked as I reached for the door handle.

“Anywhere. As long as I’m far from you. I can’t even stand to look at your face—you disgust me!” I screamed. And suddenly, the hazy feeling that had been stirring in my stomach last night vanished. Gone. Replaced with the hatred I felt for him the day we broke up. Lies, betrayal, desperation. It was enough to shove my mind back into the emotions I used to have for Sebastian.

I slammed the door and took the elevator down. When I reached the lobby, I threw on my sunglasses and rushed outside to the car. Russel was already seated, scanning my face.

“Oh, darling,” he said, catching my reddened eyes. “Are you okay?” I nodded, sniffling.

“Cancel the deal. I don’t want it anymore. Whatever you and Alex thought would work—it’s not working.”

Russel looked at me for a moment, his face fixed in a confused expression. He obviously knew the short version of the tension between me and Seb. He’d never dared to ask for the longer one. But as I sat there stewing, Russel simply sighed. He’d have to find a way to leave me where I stood, but Nora Walter was one of the most stubborn people he’d ever met. If forced to choose between stubborn and determined, she always picked determined—because it sounded nicer.

The entire photoshoot passed with flashes going off in my face and stern looks thrown my way. Every smile I gave was painfully fake, and it wasn’t just last night—the events of this morning had my blood boiling. The shoot didn’t last long, thankfully. The moment they called wrap in the studio, I was the first to pack up my things.

I didn’t even bother taking off the curls from the shoot or the awful makeup. Despite that, I decided to go out in the sparkly golden dress that hugged my body perfectly—an illusion-making fit that made me look curvier than I was.

Russel watched me as I left the studio and walked toward the waiting car, his eyes glued to me.

“Where are you going?” he asked. I took a deep breath—he wasn’t going to like any answer I gave. On the other hand, I desperately needed emergency damage control.

“I’m going to get drunk,” I said, eyes glittering.

His eyes widened and he shook his head. “No! We have to be on a flight back to New York tomorrow morning!”

I sighed, shrugging. “I’ll be back in time to make the flight.”

The entire ride back to the suite was filled with Russel’s nonstop pleas for me not to go out partying, but I had made up my mind—and that meant no turning back. I needed to forget everything. Sebastian Stan was my worst memory now, and I had to drown it in drunk recollections—or suffocate it with a sexier Romanian guy. If I was lucky, maybe both.

When the car pulled up to the hotel, the door opened. “Russel, get out,” I said sternly. He shook his head.

“No, I’m not letting you go,” he said, folding his arms across his chest.

“Are you seriously going to make me do this?” I asked, and he frowned.

“Close the door!” I shouted, and the door automatically shut Russel out. His eyes widened in horror as he turned toward me, silently begging. “Take us to Romania’s most popular nightclub,” I instructed the driver with a smirk. Russel stared at me.

“What are you doing?!” he shouted. I smiled.

“We’re either getting drunk or sleeping with the hottest guys in the club. Your choice.” I winked, savoring the horror on his face.

Russel groaned. “Darling, no! As your professional publicist, I can’t be seen doing this!” he practically screeched, voice climbing an octave.

“Then just watch.” I sighed and turned to look out at the road streaming by.

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REMINISCENCES I Winter Soldier x OC!Fem

i find myself in my melodies (Final Episode)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS! - HOME!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

• REMINISCENCES •

Summary: After Bucky’s emotional farewell, Polina begins to rebuild her life from the ground up. Just as she starts embracing freedom and healing, a chance encounter with Bucky stirs old emotions—only this time, both of them are changed. What begins as a painful memory becomes an unexpected moment of closure… or perhaps, a new beginning.

Warning: Emotional trauma and recovery, past relationship conflict, brief mention of emotional manipulation, themes of forgiveness and inner healing

Polina opened her eyes as a gentle breeze entered the room. At first, it took her a moment to remember she was in an unfamiliar place. As the weight of everything that had happened returned to her, she took a deep breath and stood up. In the days following Bucky's farewell, everything felt like it had changed. As she questioned whether she was truly free now, she struggled with the challenges of adapting to her new life.

That morning, she was determined to leave behind the memories of her old life and make a fresh start. She put on a comfortable dress and headed to the kitchen. The smell of the breakfast she prepared signaled the beginning of a new day. Yet deep down, she still carried the traces of the past. The silence that filled the room was a reflection of her loneliness.

When she turned to the door, she found a letter. She picked it up and carefully opened it. A few lines from Bucky drew Polina into deep thought:

"Polina,

I hope this letter finds you well. As I promised myself, I’ve used these past few days to leave your life for good.

I’ll be completely gone now, and I’ll do my best to avoid disturbing you. But there are a few things I need to say. I’m sorry again for everything that happened. I know words aren’t enough, but maybe this goodbye will bring you some relief. I regret everything I did—except knowing you. I want you to know that meeting you changed me too.

Now, I have to go my own way. I wish you a happy, peaceful life. I hope your wounds will heal with time and that you’ll be able to smile again.

Take care of yourself and stay strong.

Bucky"

As she read the letter, a few tears rolled down her cheeks. Bucky’s sincerity affected her deeply. She felt something shift inside. It was time to let go of the past.

Polina carefully folded the letter and put it away. For a moment, she drifted into the memories of all they had lived. Then she took a deep breath and moved toward her new beginning. Her hopes for the future began to blossom once more.

She was determined to open the door to a life where she could make her own decisions and live in no one’s shadow. Bucky’s farewell was a turning point for her. Now, she would shape her life with her own hands.

That day, Polina took a small but meaningful step. She went to a little cafe on the other side of the city. She felt it was time to discover new places and meet new people. The cafe's peaceful atmosphere brought her more comfort than she expected.

As she sipped her coffee, her resolve grew stronger. Polina had begun to write her own story, and this time, the pen was entirely in her hands. As the shadows of the past slowly faded, the bright lights of the future began to guide her path.

From that moment on, every new day became a fresh beginning for Polina. Bucky's farewell was not an ending—it was a beginning. As the main character of her own life, it was time for her to savor her freedom. Whatever the future held, Polina was now strong, and no longer a prisoner of the past.

In the weeks that followed, Polina had grown accustomed to her new life and gained more confidence. She was now a woman charting her own course. Yet at times, the scars of the past still haunted her memories.

She had started going out more often. Her self-confidence increased day by day, reaching levels she had never imagined. She frequently explored local cafes, new bookstores, and even new shops.

Today was one of those days. The weather was beautiful, and that was a perfect reason for Polina to step outside. Recently, she had eaten out a lot and discovered new places. While this helped her expand her "comfort zone," it hadn’t helped her budget.

She decided to buy groceries and finally start cooking at home. On her way to the neighborhood market, she had an unexpected encounter. Amid the crowd in front of the store, she saw Bucky. At first, she couldn't believe her eyes, but as she got closer, she realized it was really him.

Bucky stood in front of her. He had a different aura now—calmer, freer. Polina's heart began to race, overwhelmed by emotions she didn’t want to feel.

But Bucky’s face no longer carried the dark marks of the past. Instead, it showed peace and remorse. Seeing him, Polina’s inner resentment and anger were replaced by understanding and compassion.

Two former enemies found themselves face-to-face in the most unexpected way. As conflicting emotions flooded Polina, Bucky quietly approached her. The space between them was filled with years of painful memories.

But no matter what, they had both changed. The shadows of the past no longer ruled them. Polina felt that the inner war had ended. It was time to forgive the past and step into the future.

Bucky quietly moved closer to Polina and took a deep breath. She could feel the regret and internal conflict in his eyes. But this time, he was strong enough not to be crushed by the weight of the past.

"Polina," he said gently. "I hope you’re doing well."

Polina, hearing his voice, continued to wrestle with the complex feelings inside her. Yet somewhere within, she felt a flicker of mercy toward him.

"I’m fine," she replied, trying to steady her voice. "I was just surprised to see you."

Bucky nodded silently. "I’m truly sorry for everything I did. I never meant to hurt you."

As Polina considered his words, she realized her anger was slowly being replaced by acceptance and forgiveness. She was no longer filled with dark emotions. It was time to leave the past behind and step into something new.

"I think it’s time to move on," Polina said firmly. "Maybe this is a chance for a new beginning."

Bucky’s face showed inner peace and gratitude. They had both freed themselves from the chains of the past and were ready for a new start.

As the two stood there in silence, looking at each other, they forgot the past for a moment and stepped into the future. Maybe this unexpected encounter would be the beginning of shedding the darkness and finding new hope.

Polina noticed the change in Bucky’s eyes. He was filled with remorse and a desire for redemption. Maybe there was still hope among the remnants of the past.

"It’s time to leave the past behind," Polina continued, her voice resolute. "The dark days we shared shouldn’t bind us anymore. It’s time to focus on the future."

As Bucky listened, he felt his inner unrest slowly replaced by joy and lightness. The marks of the dark years were beginning to fade. He started to believe he might have a future.

"Maybe you’re right," Bucky said, unable to hide his surprise. "It’s hard to forget the past, but maybe we can step into something new together."

Polina was glad to see Bucky’s inner transformation. She no longer saw him as an enemy—maybe even a potential ally or friend. "We’re ready for a new beginning," she said with a smile. "Maybe we can build something together."

A smile appeared on Bucky’s face. Perhaps he couldn’t undo what he had done in the past, but there were still many things they could do together in the future.

"There’s so much we can do in this world," Bucky responded with a hopeful tone. "Maybe together, we can forget the past and build a new future."

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✯ Flawless - Sebastian Stan

moral of the story

same ol' mistakes (previous episode)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

Summary: After a heartbreak she can’t shake, Nora spirals into the arms of a stranger, hoping a wild night will numb the pain. But the faster the car moves, the closer she gets to a danger that’s more than emotional.

Warnings: alcohol abuse, emotional distress, sexual content, implied self-destructive behavior, reckless driving, toxic coping mechanisms, heartbreak, dissociation, reference to physical intimacy with a stranger, panic response.

Russel shifted uncomfortably in his seat, watching me on the dance floor with a random guy. Drink in my hand, my mind was absolutely floating.

This incredibly sexy man with dazzling green eyes and sweet black hair had his hands all over me—and yet, it wasn’t enough to make me forget what was left of Sebastian. At least, not with the amount of alcohol in my system right now.

The alcohol sliding down my throat had long passed the point of burning. I could no longer feel the poisonous liquid I was sipping. But my memories were still crystal clear.

When I felt his lips catch mine for a drunk kiss, I forced my thoughts back to the Romanian man in front of me. His hands gripped my hips as I rubbed against him, a low moan escaping my mouth—but as I said, I had stopped caring at this point. Russel, meanwhile, was shaking his head, watching me move toward the front of the floor. He wasn’t about to let me spiral on a dance floor. Not as my manager. So he watched me with a look of displeasure I had never seen on his face before. But again, I didn’t care anymore.

“Hey pretty girl, what do you say we get out of here?” the guy growled into my ear with a thick accent. I didn’t have the strength to answer, but I was determined to scrape every memory of fucking Stan out of my body. I shoved the memories out of my head, sank my teeth into the stranger’s lip, and grabbed his hand. That was enough of an answer, I guess—because I felt him pull his car keys from his pocket.

Russel looked away for a split second. That was the one moment I needed to leave with this stranger. When he looked back and saw the sea of people dancing under color-changing lights, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. But Nora was nowhere to be found.

“Nora?!” his voice echoed through the club. But it was already too late for me to hear. Even if I couldn’t hear him, I was sure he was yelling my name in the crowd, and his face had gone from red to purple, then to white.

I slid into the stranger’s car, lips trailing down his neck. His hand pressed between my thighs and he groaned. I bit my lower lip as I felt him touch my soaking core.

“Where are we going?” I finally tried to regain a bit of self-control and smiled at him. He chuckled, deep and husky.

“Is a hotel okay for you?”

Of course sleeping with a stranger in some shitty hotel room wasn’t okay for me. But right now I was desperate, and if unfamiliar hands could erase my memories—then so be it.

“As long as my clothes stay on.”

He grabbed the inside of my thigh and winked. “I can absolutely promise you that.”

As the stranger weaved through the Romanian streets, I rolled the window down just to feel the wind cut through my curls. I let the wind sweep away my sorrows, my hopes, and my heartbreak. Maybe I wasn’t the most reasonable or composed woman in the world, but I still couldn’t understand what I had done to deserve this kind of heartbreak. I knew time healed everything—that if I waited long enough, I’d forget him and move on—but this fake relationship had simply been too much. I guess I wasn’t as strong as I thought.

I was definitely not sober, and I knew I’d pay for this in the morning. But as long as I got through one night without thinking of my old run-down neighborhood, I didn’t care.

How pathetic is that, really?

And while Russel was still chasing me all over the club, I quickly found my phone and kept dodging his calls without turning it off. He was absolutely going to kill me for sending my manager to voicemail. And if I knew anything about Russel, that was the thing that pissed him off the most.

I looked out the window and realized how fast the car was going—and the swirl in my gut made it that much more real. Once I managed to gather my thoughts and settle my stomach—even just a bit—I looked again and noticed the dashed lines of the street flashing by like lightning. That’s when my brain went into absolute panic.

As my life started to flash before my eyes, my heart was thumping outside of my chest. I looked at the man, gripping the wheel tightly. “Maybe… slow down a little?” I asked, half-insulting, half-pleading. All I got in return was a smug look from someone who definitely wasn’t sober.

“I thought you wanted to live dangerously?” he laughed darkly.

“I do,” I sighed. “But I also want to make sure I still fit into my Louis Vuitton dress for the show in a few weeks,” I added with a shaky smile, reaching for the door handle.

Okay, maybe getting into a car with a stranger was just plain stupid.

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✯ Flawless - Sebastian Stan

guess who is back (Final Episode)

lost on 'u (previous episode)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

Summary: Nora Walter’s turbulent career, traumatic accident, and potential fashion comeback collide with ex-lover Sebastian Stan’s new romance. Their public breakup, unexpected red carpet reunion, and her viral return have reignited buzz across Hollywood, stirring emotions among fans and insiders alike.

Warnings: emotional trauma, car accident aftermath, body image pressure, celebrity gossip, public relationship dynamics, age-gap relationships, social media obsession, paparazzi intrusion, romantic tension, implied substance use.

Author's Note:

All news about Sebastian Stan in this chapter are real. Since Nora is a fictional character I created, of course, I wrote all the news about her myself. The headlines about Sebastian were taken directly from original sources and translated word-for-word. I’ll drop the links below for anyone curious to check them out.

Even though Nora is fictional, I’ve made sure her storyline stays grounded in the real world and timeline—and honestly, that’s one of the things I enjoy the most about writing her. :D

For Nora’s 2022 Met Gala look, I drew inspiration from Taylor Hill. I really liked her outfit that year—it fit the theme perfectly. As you know, I picture Nora as someone with a Taylor Hill kind of beauty and energy, so she’s been my main visual reference. But feel free to imagine her however you want. :)

And as sweet as Sebastian looked at the 2022 Met Gala... let’s be honest, he was totally off-theme.

Spotted! Sebastian Stan and Annabelle Wallis Holding Hands in NYC

Written by Tommy McDardlle – December 11, 2022

Sebastian Stan (40) and Annabelle Wallis (38) were spotted enjoying a romantic winter stroll through the streets of New York City. In this rare public appearance, the couple was seen holding hands, dressed in coordinating black outfits, with Stan walking Wallis’ dog Zeus.

Rumors began swirling in May after a now-deleted photo surfaced of Wallis gently pressing her lips to Stan’s at Robert Pattinson’s birthday bash. The photo, originally shared by photographer Myles Hendrik, was quick to make headlines before vanishing.

Stan previously dated longtime on-again-off-again flame Nora Walter, with the two last seen together in 2021. They were never seen together again after Nora’s terrifying car crash in Romania. When they began dating, Stan was 30, and Walter only 19.

Birthday in the Sun! Sebastian Stan Celebrates 40th in Greece with Girlfriend Annabelle Wallis

Written by Nicole Massabrook – August 14, 2022

Is he celebrating with his favorite person? Sebastian Stan was seen ringing in his 40th birthday in Greece, joined by close friends—including rumored girlfriend Annabelle Wallis.

The couple was photographed on August 13. The actor wore a salmon and eggshell-colored bowling shirt, while Wallis stunned in a coral dress with a black sweater tossed over her shoulders, accessorized in gold.

Dating whispers sparked in May when the two were seen getting cozy at Robert Pattinson’s birthday party. A candid moment—Wallis kissing Stan’s lower lip—was posted by photographer Myles Hendrik before being quickly deleted.

Though neither party commented, the duo has been spotted frequently since: dining in LA in June and strolling arm-in-arm through NYC in July—dog Zeus in tow.

SHOCKING TRANSFORMATION: Nora Walter Spotted for First Time Since Car Crash—Weight Gain Stuns Fans!

The former Victoria’s Secret model was seen for the first time since her horrific car crash in Romania that left her with broken ribs and a shattered ankle.

The accident occurred in 2021 during a post-shoot celebration. The vehicle rolled over ten times.

Following the crash, Nora vanished from social media and stepped away from the spotlight to recover.

After over a year of silence, she was finally spotted dining with friends at a small NYC restaurant. The once runway-regular looked nearly unrecognizable, and fans were stunned by her noticeable weight gain.

Sources say the 29-year-old has no plans of returning to the catwalk anytime soon...

Is She Back?

Former Supermodel Nora Walter Spotted Entering The Society Management After Crash

Written by Tommy McDardlle – September 2, 2022

After her devastating car crash, Nora Walter disappeared from public view—and from social media. Fans were stunned when she was spotted weeks ago with a visibly fuller figure, dining in NYC.

Now, the former runway queen has been photographed entering The Society Management, the elite agency also home to Kendall Jenner.

Is Nora staging a comeback?

Sources say the model is regaining her iconic shape—and fans are watching closely.

Nora Walter Makes a Statement at the Met Gala:

“It Felt Like a School Reunion!”

Published May 2, 2022

The former Victoria’s Secret Angel made her first official appearance since her car accident, stunning on the red carpet at fashion’s biggest night at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Speaking to People, Nora shared: “I get to see people I haven’t seen in forever. Friends move away, life gets crazy… then Met Gala happens and you’re like, ‘Ah, friends!’”

Recalling her very first Met Gala, she said: “It was really exciting. I remember thinking, ‘What am I doing here? I can’t believe I’m actually here.’”

From 2014 to 2016, she attended the gala with ex-boyfriend Sebastian Stan. Seeing her walk the carpet solo again had everyone talking.

RED CARPET REUNION?!

Nora Walter and Sebastian Stan Spark Buzz at Met Gala 2022!

Guess Who’s Back?!

Hollywood’s former hottest couple was spotted side by side once again!

Supermodel Nora Walter and Golden Globe nominee Sebastian Stan were seen arriving at the Met Gala.

The exes, who dated from 2013–2016, famously split after a public fight at the Civil War premiere.

They briefly reunited in 2021—but disappeared from the public eye following Nora’s car accident.

Stan is currently linked to Peaky Blinders star Annabelle Wallis, who notably skipped this year’s event...

Instagram Explosion: Nora Walter Posts “I Know You Missed Me”—Celebs and Fans Freak Out

@norawalter: “I know you missed me”

4,183,542 likes – 1,769,092 more comments

bellahadid You always know how to steal the show!!!! ❤️

kendalljenner SO PROUD OF YOU 🔥

modelfan1 IS THIS A JOKE?!

modelfan1 IT’S BEEN OVER A YEAR AND NORA IS BACK!!!

haileybieber You burned it all down, babe!! 🔥🔥🔥

fanaccount I can’t believe Nora’s back—and she’s already throwing shade at team Annabelle & Sebastian...

marvelgirlfan @fanaccount Seb came solo to the Met. Maybe Annabelle knew Nora would show up...

walterfan DID YOU SEE THE MOMENT SEB & NORA CROSSED PATHS ON THE RED CARPET?!

stansoldier They said she’d never wear heels again after the accident. Her ankle was shattered. Her ribs were crushed. This woman is a goddess.

marissalewis Girl, all I gotta say is… that ass looked incredible ❤️

❤️❤️

username1 She looked heavier just days ago—how did she slim down this fast??

username2 Am I the only one scared by how fast she lost the weight???

norawalter Just you lol @marissalewis ❤️

kendalljenner #needmoreNoraWalterphotos ❤️

gigihadid I’m not coming to Met Gala again because of you. TOO GOOD.

kyliejenner 💨💦

username87 After everything she’s been through, having all the girls with her must feel amazing. I’m so proud of her.

fanaccount54 No one from Marvel has commented…

modelfan27 Nora doesn’t need the Marvel crew. Looks like no one stuck around after she broke up with Sebastian.

username1 No one was even seen visiting her at the hospital either @modelfan27

modelfan27 @username1 Maybe they broke up, but in every interview they used to call her their sister. Now no one’s around—it feels awful.

marissalewis @modelfan27 Nora doesn’t need anyone, babe. kisses 😜

username1 I CAN’T BELIEVE MARISSA JUST REPLIED TO US

fanaccount54 Things are getting juicier by the minute...

News Links:

https://www.femalefirst.co.uk/lifestyle-fashion/stylenews/taylor-hill-back-school-moment-met-gala-1398364.html

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✯ Flawless - Sebastian Stan

te iu bese, I love you in Romanian

who the hell is he (previous episode)

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

Summary: Nora and Sebastian's PR relationship continues. Nora travels to Romania for a magazine shoot, but not alone.

Warning: infidelity, revenge sex, foreplay, hate speech, ex-boyfriend, relationship of interest, sex in public

June 2014

"You said it was your dream to visit the Balkans. Why don't I take you to Romania, to my house?" Sebastian smiled at me as the two of us stepped off the private jet. My eyes were already mesmerized, the beauty of the city even more inviting. The photos didn't do it justice and I wasn't even in the heart of the location yet.

"So which city are you from?" I asked my boyfriend as I put my arm around him, our luggage already taken from us as the car was waiting to pick us both up.

"Constanța," Sebastian replied with an accent that made my heart pound. It was my first time in Romania. The furthest I had ever traveled from home was to the UK and France. I was very excited to welcome a new destination, especially since my boyfriend comes from this region.

During the trip Sebastian taught me to speak a little Romanian. He found it cute when I struggled. I kept looking at his lips and trying to imitate him, but it was no use. It seemed pointless, it would only illuminate Sebastian's smile and his lips would move to my forehead.

He took me all over the city, showing me his favorite places and explaining the background of every detail of his life. In three days, I had learned almost the entire family history and I was fascinated by it.

One night during the trip, the two of us found ourselves curled up on the beach watching the sunset. The stars and the moon put on their own light show for the two of us, and this was the first time I really got into the big details of my life. Basically, even though I knew I loved this man with everything in me, I avoided taking life's affairs too seriously… I never wanted him to think I was a broken commodity.

"I have trust issues." With Sebastian holding me against him, the two of us lying on our backs, our eyes fixed on the night sky, I agreed with a deep sigh.

"Do you trust me?" When he asked me, there was seriousness in his voice.

I looked up and turned toward him. "I trust you with my life, Sebastian. It's weird. I just overthink everything in my life. I still sometimes can't believe I'm a model. How did I have the privilege to live this life?" I whispered. Sebastian took my face in his hands, his blue eyes dancing with my gaze, his smile radiant.

"Because you deserve it, Nora. After dating you for a little over a year, I've come to understand how you work, how you fight. If there's anyone in the world who deserves it more, it's you." He said, his eyes turning serious. I just snorted at that. He really knew what to say.

Pressing myself against his chest, Seb's arms immediately enveloped you and held you flush against him.

He was everything to me.

Absolutely everything.

✯

Early Friday morning the private jet was waiting for me. I left my apartment, dressed in my most comfortable clothes. I usually sleep on flights across the country. Comfortable clothes were very important here. My luggage was quickly loaded onto the plane and that's when I saw the car pull up, containing none other than Sebastian. We would have to talk for the first time since that night when we shouted at each other.

He got out of the car, sunglasses in his eyes. His luggage was taken out of the trunk of the car and he slowly approached the plane. Completely bypassing me, he went up the stairs and disappeared.

This was going to be the longest nine hours of my life.

Just as I turned to board the plane, I heard a very familiar "Darling!" The ringing voice was none other than Russel. Behind him hurried Alex, Sebastian's PR man.

"Are you both coming?" I asked. Russel bowed his head, he and Alex giggled. The two looked at each other, the biggest smiles on both their faces.

They seemed to adore each other. Nodding, you crossed your arms over your chest, Alex nodded.

"We'll help with PR! That's our job, isn't it?" He winked and the two of them boarded the plane. Sighing, I got on the plane behind them and sat in the farthest seat.

Once everything was loaded and the departure point was set, the silence was deafening. I flipped through a magazine and saw photos of myself scattered from my recent photo shoots and catwalks.

The chatter between Alex and Russel could be heard in the background. Sebastian was seated on one of the sofas and I on the one opposite.

I looked at him and realized he was looking at me, but as soon as the two of you exchanged glances, we immediately moved away. Pulling the sleeves of my sweatshirt up, I folded my legs up to my chest and closed his eyes. Sebastian was wearing a navy blue T-shirt and dark jeans, his hair slicked back. He looked great, I had to admit!

But when did he ever look bad?

As I continued to sit there, the silence grew and the tension increased. The screams inside me were becoming too much for my soul, I had to say something. The voice in my head was telling me to open my mouth and let the venom out! Anything!

"I'm sorry." We both closed our mouths, our eyes suddenly focusing.

Sebastian's brow furrowed in confusion, his arms splayed across the back of the sofa. "Why are you sad?" He questioned first. "I was a bitch to you in my dressing room."

Sebastian laughed. "When aren't you?" Agh, can't he not regret it for once? "Fuck off," I whispered. "Why in God's name are you sad?" I narrowed my eyes and waited for his answer.

Sebastian sighed. "For blurring out the engagement ring part. You were never supposed to know. I know it hurt your feelings."

I nodded my head slightly in agreement. "Damn right it did." I swore under my breath, but Sebastian immediately caught my irritated tone. He looked at me, and all those daggers were sent my way.

Now I didn't care.

Not right now.

I was ready to fight.

I stood up and started talking while laughing to myself, I needed to get my venom out. I instantly sent the tears that were trying to come back where they were trying to come from.

"First you snapped at me, Sebastian." I started to explain to him what he had done to me. He couldn't escape a conversation without saying something strange.

But I couldn't either. He was as aware of the situation as I was.

Sebastian stood up, his body already towering over mine. "Yes, because someone has to act like a bitch all the time!" He hissed at me as he got closer. I took another step, my death stare never fading.

"Because you made me this way!" Sebastian took the next step. I was so close and yet so far away.

"As you always are!" He shouted. I shook my head. "You know, you're the worst thing that ever happened to me!"

Sebastian nodded. "Then we agree on something, don't we?! If I could go back, I would never go out with you!"

I was angry, offended. My chest was now almost touching his.

"You were worthless then and you're worthless now!" My anger was consuming me.

"I certainly didn't remember it that way." He muttered.

"Sebastian, you'll always be a cheating bitch. Always." Sebastian wanted to hold me. Oh, he wanted to turn out our lights!

"You're such a fucking-" Just as I was about to finish, the plane suddenly moved, causing Sebastian to fall backwards onto the couch, and I went down with him. We both landed hard on the couch, my head resting on his chest, his arms already around me.

"I'm very sorry for the four passengers on board, we had some turbulence." The pilot spoke. Slowly I lifted her head from Sebastian's chest, his arms still wrapped around my body, holding me tightly. His blue eyes stared into mine, his expression calm with anger, yet his eyes had softened.

However, what happened next almost made me swear out loud.

Sebastian wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and dragged my mouth to his. Kissing me deeply was a kiss that resonated with absolute hatred. It was like fire, causing lightning to pass boldly through my body. I reached up and wrapped my hands around his head and pulled him closer to me.

Something about kissing the enemy felt right.

"I hate you, Sebastian." I moaned against him as the two of us kissed each other harder. Damn I had forgotten what his scent did to me. And the taste, how deprived I was of tasting it.

"I hate you too." He turned back, his tongue slipped into my mouth.

Romania was about to become something else.

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