#Sebastian Stan Headcanon

[pepperonijem]

i. the gentle indifference of the world || all my love

"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world." - The Stranger; Albert Camus

Summary: He's cool, smart, attractive... and completely out of your league. But that won't stop you from falling head over heels for him. Pairing: high school!bucky x f!reader Warnings: steve is a little ooc but just roll with it Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: yay!! welcome to the first chapter!

back to library || next chapter

If you had listened to the rational voice in your head when your dad broke the news to you, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

If you had started making a list of things to pack, if you had called either of your two best friends immediately after, if you decided to be sane for 12 minutes, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

However, hindsight is 20/20, but in terms of foresight? You shouldn’t be allowed near the driver’s seat of any vehicle. Because instead of making any of the simple rational decisions after your father mentioned the possibility of moving across the country, you chose to sit down at your desk and write a letter. Fountain pen in hand and a candle burning beside you, for 12 minutes you were a character in a Jane Austen novel. Probably Lydia Bennett of all people, but a Jane Austen character nonetheless.

And that letter was how you found yourself in this situation – mortified and surrounded by whispers and stares, but worst of all, the icy blue glare of James Bucky Barnes was fixed on the pretty pink card in your hands.

A simple “no thanks,” and that was it, but why did it feel like time stopped? One word was enough to crumble your fragile heart and you froze right in place. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you that you began to breathe again, and blood rushed back into your brain enough for you to see Bucky turn the corner and disappear.

Once you finally felt your heartbeat return to normal, you looked around to see the empty classroom you were in and you let out a sigh.

“You ready to tell us what just happened?” one concerned voice asked. Wanda’s voice was always gentle, always cheerful, usually loud, but the softness in her tone this time tipped you over the edge and you felt the sting of fresh tears in your eyes. She knelt down to look you in the eye as your other friend, Steve, helped you to sit at a desk.

Another sigh and you finally began to explain. “My dad said we might be moving in a couple of weeks,” you started, feeling your heart sink at the looks of hurt on your friends’ faces. “So I guess part of me panicked and I decided to tell Bucky how I felt.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to let out a sigh. The ever wise, ever charming Steve, who could see the end of any problem. His sigh was not out of pity, but out of frustration. “You know you could’ve called us right? We could’ve talked this through, came up with a better way to do this.” You knew that Steve and Wanda would not have let you go through with the idea if you had called, but you appreciated the fact that he didn’t say that.

“I know,” you began to argue. “But I don’t know, part of me… hoped he would say yes.” You didn’t miss the way Steve and Wanda’s eyes went wide as you mumbled the end of your sentence. “At least anything but whatever the hell happened today.”

You knew Steve was holding himself back. In his head he runs through every scenario before he acts, actually somewhat calculating underneath his calm, charming exterior. He knew this was the most likely scenario, but he would never tell you that, so he lets out a sigh instead and turns his attention to the math equations written on the whiteboard. 

Wanda on the other hand was a reactor. Her heart was on her sleeve and her anger at seeing her best friend upset was clear in her furrowed eyebrows and shaky voice. “I just don’t get why you keep wasting your time on him,” she confessed. “He’s too dense for his own good and he’s not particularly nice either. He’s smart academically, but stupid in every other way. He’s really not worth it.”

Steve turned around, surprised at Wanda’s outburst. “Wanda,” he called out. “Aren’t you friends with him?”

Wanda scoffed in response. “What about it?” she answered back. “You guys are stupid too, but we’re still friends.” A beat of silence passed as the three of you stared at each other, unblinking, before laughter broke the stillness. It was moments like this that made you pause to appreciate the two people you called your best friends. Although life had its ups and downs, the downs never lasted long, not when you had two loving friends to pull you right back up.

You stood up, a renewed sense of pride and determination filling you up. “You’re right Wanda,” you exclaimed and she gave you a thumbs up in return. “Boys are stupid.” Steve and Wanda shared a look of surprise.

“Well that’s not–” Wanda began to protest.

“I’m not stupid,” Steve started a little too loudly and boldly. “I wouldn’t have turned you down.” 

He finished his sentence softly as he watched you walk out of the classroom door. Wanda placed a comforting arm around Steve’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t have turned you down either Steve,” she teased as Steve shoved her to the side playfully.

Despite your renewed sense of pride, the quietness of your study period left you too much time to think and you found yourself lost in a sense of nostalgia as you sat at a table in the library.

The first time you met Bucky was still painted clear as day in your mind. 

You were a freshman searching for solace amidst the chaos of high school on the first day and you had found yourself in the library. Until now, it was a place of peace for you, but especially so on that first day. 

Running your fingers along the aisles of books, you found one that you wanted to read. The Stranger, by Albert Camus, sitting right at the top shelf, pushed just a little too far back for you to be able to wiggle it out. You let out a sigh, and rolled up your sleeve, embarrassed that your next plan of attack was to climb the shelf to be able to reach the book. You braced yourself, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath, when a baritone chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts. 

You had opened your eyes to see an arm  reaching past you to grab a book off the shelf– your book. In your head you cursed his long legs and arms, but as you met eyes with the boy, you felt your heart sink down to your toes and shoot right back up and suddenly you didn’t want to read a book that was so nihilist anymore. Meursault may not have found it, but love suddenly became something that mattered.

He waved the book in your direction and you had to force your attention to his words and away from his face. “Were you trying to get this?” he asked.

“Huh?” you blinked before looking down at the book you were no longer interested in. “Oh, yeah, I was but, I don’t know if I want to read it anymore.”

He hummed and nodded in response as he inspected the book. “The Stranger,” He read. “Is it good?” 

“Yeah, if you’re into stories about life having no meaning,” you explained, suddenly flustered at the way he seemed to take your words seriously.

“I see,” he replied. “Then do you think life has no meaning? It seemed like you wanted this book pretty badly.” The weight of his question startled you as you tried to stammer out a response but before you could get anything significant out, his watch beeped and he was already turning his back to you. “Thanks for the book recommendation,” he called back, waving the book in the air.

That day, James Barnes stole not only your book, but your affections. 

For the next four years of your life, you found yourself loving him from a distance. You’d see him in the hallways, in class, but you could never bring yourself to say anything to him and you resigned yourself to this distance. It was lonely, but it was safe, and that was good enough for you… until today.

Now, after breaking that distance, you wished you never did. It was easier to never know how he felt about you, to be in love with the memory you had of him rather than be crushed by reality. 

The final bell finally rang and you were more than ready to head home. Outside the quiet bubble of the library, the school was cheering, the drumline playing in the main hall and everyone shouting cheers to the football team, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to celebrate your senior homecoming game with the rest of the school. Instead you found Wanda and Steve and made your way home.

“Welcome home!” 

The sound of your father’s voice filled you with warmth as soon as he opened the door, the joy in his greeting briefly making you forget the events of the day. He wrapped you in a tight embrace, still smelling of spices from his day spent at the restaurant, and led you and your friends into the house. 

Once inside, your dad gave your friends a confused look. “Isn’t tonight your last homecoming game? Shouldn’t you be at the game?” He questioned as the three of you kicked off your shoes and set your backpacks down by the door.

Wanda looked over to you as she answered, “Nah,” she replied with an easy smile. “The real party is here.” Your dad let out a hearty laugh in response, which the three of you mirrored. 

“I had made way too much dinner for just the two of us, so it’s perfect that you guys are here,” your dad put his arms around Wanda and Steve who cheered in response.

“Well, once I found out you were making the world’s best lasagna, how could I not invite myself over?” Steve said. The way your dad beamed back at Steve made both you and Wanda chuckle. Steve was both an extremely talented artist as well as an extremely talented cook, and your dad absolutely adored him for it. He was always welcome to the family dinner.

“Careful, dad,” you chimed in. “Between Steve and Wanda, there might not be any left for the two of us.” Your dad laughed in response as Steve rolled his eyes and Wanda nodded. As you settled into the table, you realized your dad wasn’t exaggerating at all when he said he made way too much dinner. The table was lined with lasagna, roasts, vegetables, and lots of side dishes, enough for a feast. “What’s the occasion dad?” You asked as you looked around the table, trying to decide what to eat first. 

Your dad set his silverware down before explaining. “Well,” he began. “To be honest, I felt somewhat bad.” 

“About what?” you asked, your mouth full of lasagna. 

Your dad chuckled as he continued, passing you a napkin. “As I’m sure you’ve explained to your friends,” he gestured to Steve and Wanda. “I accepted the offer to help start the new restaurant. I thought about it some more, and I felt bad that you would have to uproot your whole life right at the end of high school.”

You looked at him, urging him to continue.

“So I contacted my friend from college, the one I meet with for lunch sometimes, and he said that his son also goes to the same school as you and since they have a spare room, he’s offering to take you in for the year.” 

“No shit,” Steve exclaimed in response as Wanda nudged him under the table, giving him a look reminding him to keep his foul language to himself, but your dad just laughed it off.

“That means I get to stay right?” You squealed. “I don’t have to leave?”

“Yes, that’s true,” your dad confirmed. “But it’s only for the year. At the end of your school year, you can move up with me, or if everything goes really well, I’ll be back home early.” He let out a sigh of relief at seeing the way the three of your faces lit up. Ever since you were little, you, Steve and Wanda had been inseparable. You would walk to school and back home together, you would have sleepovers and every meal was spent together. Your dad felt that tearing you away from them right before you would have to separate for college anyway was cruel. 

He cleared his throat as he continued. “I know the situation isn’t ideal, and that you’ll probably miss me so so so much,” he teased. “But I know you’ll be in good hands while I’m away.” He smiled fondly at the two boys sitting around the table who were looking at you with nothing but adoration in their eyes.

The rest of dinner went by quietly. Polite talk here and there, but an overwhelming effort to avoid discussing your father’s move, which was at the end of the week, settled among the four of you. It wasn’t until after dinner, after Wanda had left to go home, that you finally got to process your feelings with Steve who stayed behind to help clean up.

“Steve, you really didn’t have to stay,” You sighed as you leaned against the counter beside him as he turned on the faucet in the sink. “I don’t mind doing the dishes.”

He gave you the same winning smile that he gave your father earlier. “Please,” he began. “It’s the least I could do… you’ve had a long day.” He cocked his eyebrow at you, reminding you of the unopened note that now lay on top of your desk in your room. “How are you feeling?”

You grabbed a dish towel, helping Steve dry the dishes he washed, not wanting to meet his eyes. “Like a salad.” Steve turned to you with a confused chuckle, waiting for you to elaborate. “Don’t laugh, Wanda taught me this. I feel so many things right now but I can’t really condense it all into one thing.”

Steve hummed thoughtfully before continuing. “Okay, well what’s the lettuce right now? The biggest thing you’re feeling.”

“Hmm…” you thought. “Sad, that my dad is leaving. I’ve never been away from him that long.” 

“Okay, what about the chicken?” You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, appreciating the way Steve ran with your simile.

“The chicken… Happy.” You finally gave Steve a small smile. “Happy that I get to stay here with you and Wanda.”

Steve smiled back at you. “I’m happy about that too. How are we supposed to be a trio if it’s just me and Wanda?” 

You rolled your eyes playfully as you swatted his arm with the dish towel. “Steve, you and Wanda have enough personality for 13 people. I’m sure you would have found a way.”

He pouted in return, rubbing his arm where you swatted him before slipping back into a smile. “Not true, but whatever,” he relented. He was glad that the trio would remain a trio, but it got him thinking about what the future holds for the three of you. College was never really something you all had discussed in depth. Mostly just vague hypotheticals about what decorations to get for the apartment you’ll share and the kind of classes you’ll all take together. But in every future he could imagine, the three of you were always together.

After that night, the rest of the week passed by in a messy and teary blur, with Steve and Wanda coming over every day to help you pack. Well, “help” was a strong word. They mostly sat on your bed and looked through your knick knacks while asking for snacks. They were also very unhelpful at trying to convince you to “Marie Kondo” your room, as they called it.

Wanda tried convincing you that maybe you should leave your giant stuffed avocado behind, to which you adamantly argued against because she won it for you at the school carnival last year. Steve asked why you still kept your report card from fifth grade in a treasure chest, to which you responded by showing him the teacher’s notes, “Had to separate her from Steve and Wanda. They distract each other and draw pictures on their math homework. Always laughing and smiling in class :)”

Going through your whole room with them was a lot less embarrassing than you had expected, and by the end of the week, you were ready to go with only the essentials packed. Steve and Wanda came to see you off, helping your dad pack your things into the car and they each gave you a big hug before letting you go.

Your dad laughed at the scene, watching the three of you get teary eyed even though you would still see each other every day at school. But when he finally drove off and saw you looking wistfully out the window, he felt a pang in his chest and it reminded him how much he’s going to miss you as well. 

The drive was fun as it always was with your dad, but as he parked in front of a huge house in a very wealthy neighborhood, the grin on your face grew even more. The homes in this neighborhood were much bigger than your own, and you figured you should enjoy yourself while you’re here. Your dad took your hand as the two of you walked to the front door of his college buddy’s home, telling you a silly story about their adventures together in university.

“Oh, I’m so excited you get to meet him,” your dad exclaimed as he rang the bell. “I heard his son is actually in your grade, so maybe you already know him.”

You looked at your dad curiously. “What’s his name?” 

But before your dad could respond, the door swung open to reveal none other than–

“Bucky?” 

#Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #Bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan headcanon #sebastian stan x reader #James Buchanan Barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut

[imyourbratzdoll]

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

೫˚🖤❀ *ૢ🥀೫˚🌑

𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - sebastian’s wife has gone to a spa for the day, and he spends his looking after their baby

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - the paparazzi learn not to mess with a man’s family.

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ❥

summary - (insert character/person) receives a blowjob from his good girl.

𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - he’s so happy to have you.

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - the reader isn’t used to wearing skirts and is scared of sebastian’s reaction, but he makes sure to let her know that she’s perfect.

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you are staying over at your best friend's house and unable to fall asleep, you stumble across her older brother doing something.

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you and your best friend, sebastian, go to a game and get caught with the kiss cam.

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲-𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 ♡

summary - there's a fundraising event in your small town, and you happen to run into the hottest officer in town.

𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❥❦

summary - sebastian decides to download tumblr and comes across your blog, slowly, he becomes obsessed with you and your work.

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[marie-hoe]

Real Person Fiction Masterlist

My past writing for real people. I don't write Real People fics anymore

Chris Evans

Don’t laugh at me| HC

Need More Time| HC

Say it again| pt2.| <1k

Garden Boy| HC

Eating Out| HC

Besties Already| HC

Down Low| HC

Meeting Chris| HC

Dating a Southerner| HC

Dating a Brit| HC

Dating a French| HC

Dating a Norwegian| HC

Dating a Latina| HC

Dating an Italian| HC

Dating a Muslim| HC

Dating an Indian| HC

Dating a Tall Girl| HC

Just Say It| >1k| Actress!Reader

Not a Problem| >1k| Younger!Reader

Ruin the Surprise| HC

Tease| >2k

Wet and Naked| <1k

Sebastian Stan

Leave your Shoes Here| HC

Settle in pt2.| HC

Fighting| HC feat. Chris Evans

Overreacting or Over Acting| HC

“Bucky” in bed| HC

Uncomfy|HC

Don’t Care| HC

Out of Reach| <1k

Vancouver| <1k

Teaching| >1k (pt1. here)

NSFW ABC

Evanstan

#written by marie #chris evans x reader #Chris evans #chris evans masterlist #sebastian stan x reader x chris evans #Sebastian stan x reader #Sebastian stan masterlist #Chris evans headcanon #Sebastian stan headcanon

[toastedkiwi]

Chris coming over to his mom’s for dinner. His littlest sister is at the table— she’s knocked up. By who— he comes out of the kitchen with her refill.

Chris: *hisses* SEBASTIAN!

Y/n: oh for fuck’s sakes.

Sebastian: hi, Chris. *smiley face*

#baby daddy!sebastian stan x evans!reader #chris evans x sister!reader #chris evans headcanon #sebastian stan headcanon

[melwilson]

f o r e l s k e t

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yourinstagram story

justjarred

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justjarred Is Y/n L/n involved in a love triangle? The ‘Heart of Stone’ actress posted this instagram story on Thursday afternoon to congratulate Henry Cavill on his 39th birthday. However, many are speculating there may be something going on between the two despite the other rumors that Y/n and Sebastian Stan might be apart of a brewing romance.

What do you think? Team Stan or Team Cavill. Comment down below.

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yourinstagram

liked by sebastianstan, billieeleish, normani, and others.

yourinstagram unbothered.

3,890 comments

florencepugh so fckin beautiful

anthonymackie i’m starting a fan club

florencepugh co-founders?

userone she’s perfect

usertwo it makes me angry how beautiful she is.

imsebastianstan woah.

userthree simp

userfour i fell to my knees in trader joes

henrycavill stunning.

userfive imagine having to choose between SEBASTIAN STAN AND HENRY MF CAVILL

imsebastianstan

liked by anthonymackie, yourinstagram, and others.

imsebastianstan the second slide is me looking at anthony mackie when he brings me food.

2,997 comments

anthonymackie sebastian stan, man you’re looking good

imsebastianstan i know :)

usertwo blondes may have more fun but brunettes are hotter

userthree this haircut >>

yourinstagram cheekbones are really doing it for me

imsebastianstan i’ll keep that in mind

^ userfive OH

^^ usersix smooth asf

#forelsket #sebastian stan social media #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #sebastian stan blurb #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan headcanon

[pinkiebieberpie]

sebastian stan and y/n break up, but they have a pet and neither of them want to give it up. then they spend a few days each with the pet separately. but it kinda helps them get together again.

moodboards random prompt game

#julie's moodboards random prompt game #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x reader fluff #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan au #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan headcanon #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan oneshot #sebastian stan drabble

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Dating Sebastian Stan Headcanon

You and Seb would meet at some fancy celebrity party. 

He would keep glancing at you across the room making you weak at the knees. 

After a bit of dutch courage, he would come over

You’d talk for ages 

‘I should really be going’ ‘can i come?’ ‘I mean going home’ ‘my questions still stands’

You couldn’t say no 

For a one night stand it was pretty spectacular 

Seb liked making sure the job was done before focusing on himself

A one night stand would turn into a weekend of fun

Seb made you feel incredible

And soon he was a permanent feature in your home 

But it seemed as though your relationship was built on just sex

And that would get to you

Seb would spend time with you but it always turned physical

Not that you could complain about that

But you were falling in love with him and he didn’t seem to fit into the wider aspects of your life

‘What are we doing?’ ‘what are we doing about what?’ ‘this…us’ ‘i didn’t know we needed to do anything?’

He’d tell you he loved you then and there

He was just enjoying the fun stuff whilst you got to know one another

Once your relationship was out it would burst a bubble

It’d happened before and he wanted to just enjoy you

You’d meet his family and friends and he would meet yours 

Once he was back at work he’d fly you out to see him

Day dates in foreign cities

Sex on every surface in every hotel room 

He was right about media but he kept you as protected as possible

‘I dont care what anybody says you know’ ‘but’ ‘but nothing. They don’t know you. I do. And i’m a lucky guy for it too’

#sebastian stan imagines #sebastian stan #sebastian x reader #sebastian stan headcanon #my writing #my headcanons #seb stan x reader #seb stan

[kiwi-after-dark]

Let’s do some headcanons because why the fuck not!

#chris evans headcanon #henry cavill headcanon #sebastian stan headcanon

[dreamitschemeit]

Sebastian Stan x Bartender!Reader// Headcanons

You became easy friends his first visit to the bar you work at.

You just put him at ease, which is hard to do in public, especially when the last thing he wants is to be noticed. 

What made him like you even more is how quickly you memorized his go to drink. (Leos XD)

Eventually he askes if you had been in New York long:

“So, how long have you been in the city,” he asked as you mixed his drink to the tune of Summer love. 

“Not long, maybe a year. New York is very different from back home. More people, less nosiness,” you replied over the noise. 

He chuckled at that, it must have been nice being able to disappear in the sea of bodies.

His laugh brought a smile to your face, but little did either of you know you would quickly become each other’s escape. 

After about a month or so of quips over the counter, he asked you if you would like to smoke with him after your shift. 

That was when the realization hit of who exactly you were talking to and that he actually wanted to talk to you for things other than drinks. 

Then you started smoking with him every week he was in town. 

It became a selfcare ritual for both of you, and it allowed your minds to slip away from day to day life. 

You swore to yourself you would never sleep with him. It wasn’t even a possibility. You were you and he was a celebrity. You didn’t want to get mixed up in that life. 

He swore to himself he would never sleep with you as much as he wanted to. He didn’t want to somehow use his status against you.

Months of chatting and chemistry and innuendos made those decisions harder to understand. 

You quickly became one of his closest friends, and you even helped him prepare for roles. 

The only person who knew of this was Anthony Mackie, and he never let Seb go a day without mentioning you. 

He saw the smile on his friends face whenever you were mentioned. 

After Fresh was wrapped and he began his interview process, you saw less of him. Those interviews take a lot out of him. 

But nevertheless you texted him when you got off early one cold Spring night: 

I have two bottles of wine and a blunt let me in or I’m climbing the walls. 

That dragged him out of some spiral he was in, and he gladly accepted your offer. 

I could buzz you in but I kinda want to see you try.

That night was the first time you slept together. 

You halfway expected it to be awkward when you woke up in his bed, but it was far from it. 

He was making breakfast and offered you a cup of coffee and Aleve the second he saw you were awake. 

A goofy grin was on both of your lips as you sat and watched the early morning traffic speed by below. 

Your weekly smoke sessions then became biweekly, one of those days each week neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. 

Let’s just say he knows what he’s doing, but no one has made the impression on him you did. 

Initially all you were going to be was friends with benefits, and that suited you both at the time you made the decision.

However, every time he saw the morning sun in your face or your tired eyes searching for your clothes, the more he wanted you to stick around. 

The night of the Met Gala was one he wouldn’t soon forget. He asked if you would like to stay at his place until he got home, which you did happily. 

You ordered his favorite take out and grabbed his favorite wine to prepare for his return. These things always took a toll on his mind, no matter how much fun he had. 

When he came home to you setting out plates and full glasses of wine, he knew you were more than a keeper. 

The morning after, he asked you your thoughts on dating as his fingers traced your skin. 

It was as if all the hesitation you felt when you first met was all imaginary.

You two have been attached at the hip ever since. 

#sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan headcanon #sebastian stan #sebastians stan x reader

[pepperonijem]

All My Love || Bucky Barnes

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Summary: He's cool, smart, attractive... and completely out of your league. But that won't stop you from falling head over heels for him. (high school au)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

A/N: surprise! don't u ever forget i was a marvel writer first and foremost. This fic is for the classic literature enjoyers + the weaboos <3 loosely based off my comfort anime Itazura Na Kiss. (fyi, this fic is crossposted on my other blog @pepperonidk.)

status: ongoing

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table of contents under the cut!

I. the gentle indifference of the world II. if you want to keep a secret III. so this is my life IV. a truth universally acknowledged V. more myself than i am VI. silly things & sensible people VII. a dream within a dream VIII. one by one IX. like the sun X. you are in every line

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[navybrat817]

Thinking about riding Bucky's thigh.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck with a whine when he praises you. Tells you how pretty you are as he guides your hips with one hand, the other caressing your body with such care. How proud he is that you're taking what you need and letting him give it to you.

"Doing so well for me. That feel good? You wanna come? So pretty when you come. Let me see it. Let me feel it."

His deep voice is so gentle that it makes your eyes sting with unshed tears.

So you praise him, too, when you ride his thick thigh faster. How you're wet and needy because of him. How his touch makes you feel both weak and alive. And how lucky you are to have his love.

It's enough to push him over the edge with you.

That's all, lovelies. Go about your business. ❤️

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[cattordi]

a/n did y’all miss me??? writing this in class 🤗 so enjoy. honestly felt like i write absolutely too much abt absolutely nothing

summary you get a flat tire on the way to a party and on top of that you’re in the middle of nowhere so you call bucky to help you

pairings brothersbestfriend!mechanic!bucky barnes x collegestudent!reader

warnings smut , breeding, praise, not proofread, choking, foul language, arguing?,a bit of fluff etc. 18+ MINORS DNI

don’t test me

“only this would happen to me” you groan before pulling your car over in the absolute middle of nowhere.

you were on the way to a spring break party but clearly the universe had other plans. getting out of your car, you walk around to check out the damage.

low and behold, a flat tire.

“no fucking way.” you whisper. you were miles away from a gas station or any sort of place other people were. grabbing your phone from your back pocket of your jean shorts, you scroll through your contacts finding your brothers name.

you place the phone to your ear and sit for a bit letting it ring.

and ring.

and ring. until finally you’re sent to voicemail.

what the fuck?

you hesitate as you keep scrolling through your contacts looking at other options of help; until you finally reach that one person.

bucky.

your least favorite human to ever walk the earth but you could never deny how he made you feel sometimes.

the man was good with his words, you have to admit it.

only problem was, he was your brothers best friend and also a dick.

pressing the call button, you wait as the phone rings.

“please pick up, plea-“

“hey y/n, what’s up?” he says and there’s shuffling in the background.

“hey, i’m sorry to bother.”

no you aren’t.

“i got a flat tire and i need help changing it. if you can’t that’s fi-“

“where are you?”

“in the middle of nowhere.”

“what the hell? get in your car and send me your location. i’ll be there in 15.”

knowing you’re at least 30 minutes out of town, you comply and wait.

after what feels like 20 years, bright head lights blind you from behind and you sit up in your car. your drivers side door flies open and a pissed bucky stares at you.

“you could’ve at least locked the door y/n. hell you could’ve gotten murdered.”

rolling your eyes you get out, “didn’t think anyone would even be out here at this time of night.”

“don’t start with your attitude.” he begins while pulling a car jack out his truck, “i’m not in the mood.”

“whatever.”

“why are you even out here this late?”

“what are you my dad?”

“no but i’m your brothers best friend and i have the right to know.”

“it’s none of your busines.” you say and glare at him.

“tell me.”

“no.”

“y/n..” he basically growls at you.

“no.”

“i swear if you don’t tell me.”

you can see the frustration in his face so to be a brat, you keep going.

“i was going to get fucked.” you say and try not to laugh.

visible jealousy crosses his face and he stands from his squatted position. “you what?”

“i was going to have sex? is that a prob-“ you begin but are cut off by a hand around your throat.

“you know that pisses me off, so why keep pushing it? hm?” he hums the last part, “you tryna get to me darling?”

you do the best you can to nod as pleasure filled tears brim your eyes.

this is what you always wanted from him.

his metal hand slims into your shorts finding your clit. “do you want me to take you in my truck?”

you nod and his eyes go dark, taking a bit of the pressure off your throat.

if anyone passed by, you’re sure the police would be called.

“use your words.”

“yes.”

“good job baby.”

you both walk to his truck, him following behind you.

he opens the door to the back for you and you hop in immediately filled with even more excitement.

as soon as he closes the door behind the two of you, his lips attack yours. though you’re in such a small space it feels just right for the two of you.

pulling at your shorts, bucky unbuttons them and pulls them down with your underwear.

he takes notices of the wet spot on your panties and chuckles. “so wet for me already.”

his hand slids between your folds; coating every inch of you before two fingers slide in.

you gasp at the stretch and his pace only gets faster. “you feel so tight around my fingers baby.”

“i’m gonna cum.”

he stops and you’re immediately pissed off. “why’d you stop?”

“i want you to cum when i’m you.”

you hadn’t notice his jeans were down but his dick caught your full attention,

and my lord was it big.

“it’s not gonna fit.”

“oh it will. lay back for me.” he says calmly all the while, lining up at your entrance.

the anticipation wears off as soon as he slams in you and begins moving. the truck fills with sounds of moans and skin slapping.

“you’re so tight, i love it.” he says and his strokes become faster.

“you’re so big.” you say in between moans. “i’m getting so close.”

“you’re doing so well,” he begins and leans down to kiss you, “you take me so well.”

you’re getting closer and closer to coming everytine he hits your sweet spot and it couldn’t feel any better. “harder please.” you moan and he complies immediately, thrusting into you.

“i’m gonna cum.” you say and at that moment his thumb finds your clit and rubs big meaningful circles.

“my lord darling, you feel so good around me. it’s taking everything in me not to cum right now.”

he continues to thrust into you getting you closer and closer to what you both desire. “i’m cumming bucky.”

“i feel you darling, keep going. you’re squeezin’ me so tight.” he begins and you continue to cum around his cock,”i’ve waited for this for long baby.”

yours moans get louder as when grabs your legs and puts him on his shoulder, making his thrust hit a different spot inside of you. “y/n..” he moans, “fuck you’re making me fun babydoll.”

with that, his continues his fast thrust hitting your g-spot repeatedly till he comes.

warm spurts of cum fill you as his thrust slow down and eventually come to a halt. “holy fuck that was the best sex i’ve had in a long time..” you say while trying to catch your breath.

“you wanna go again?”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky fanfic #bucky angst #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble #seb stan smut #sebstanedit #sebastian stan imagine

[toastedkiwi]

Super Bowl headcanons? I’m currently watching the pre show rn.

#chris evans headcanon #henry cavill headcanon #travis kelce headcanon #riley green headcanon #sebastian stan headcanon

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

I have something fluffy to give you🥰🩷

Bucky sees Single Mom!Reader at the local grocery store and Bucky being the gentleman he is offers to help her with her crying baby🥺

"Guess I'm Just Good With Them"

PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x SingleMom!Reader

WARNINGS: Bucky being good with babies.

WORD COUNT: 867

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

"Leila, honey. I know, but- Shh, shh," you pull your cart over to sit next to the toy aisle as you bounce your, now wailing, one-year-old girl on your arm.

"My love, I know, I know. But we gotta keep quiet," you wince as you feel the glares of the other ongoing shoppers on you and your child.

Being a single mom has its ups and downs, the ups are the highlights of your life. Witnessing the mini-you walk for the first time, saying "mama" for the first time, seeing her give you that gummy smile you love so much.

The others aren't your defining lows, but they hover in that range. The late nights, the screams, the tantrums, the picky eating. You had to do it yourself because your ass of an ex left you immediately when you said that you were pregnant.

"Leila, baby. Mama doesn't know what you want, honey," you have tried everything, but your girl wouldn't calm down to anything and nothing works. Your anxiety just increases as the number of glares doesn't stop rising.

You're on the verge of tears when suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Ma'am, do you need some help?" a rough voice says behind you.

You turn and see this big, broad man with this sheepish look on his face, and the bluest eyes.

"I- uh," you stutter unsure what to do, you can't randomly dump your baby on some random stranger.

He shifts his weight from side to side, looking at your baby with a small smile. Leila whines harder and it slightly pierces your ears, you cringe and bounce her quicker than before.

The man picks out a Piglet stuffed animal from the toy aisle and shakes it in front of Leila. Her wail quiets down, and she reaches for the stuffed cartoon character.

Soon, it's just her flushed puffy face and dried tears on her cheeks as she holds the toy close.

"I-oh my god, thank you," you tell the stranger, he gives a tight-lipped smile and nods at your words.

"I can hold on to her and follow you around, while you do your shopping," he suggests, and you hesitate slightly but give in eventually knowing that this won't go anywhere if you don't take action now.

You hand Leila to the man, and he softly coos at the little girl. Leila seems fascinated by his gold and dark green metal arm.

"What's her name?" he asks, looking at you. "Oh uh, Leila," you say, pulling your cart closer to you. "And your's?" You blink at his question, before offering your with a timid voice.

"I'm James," he smiles softly.

-----

You finally paid for everything in your cart, and the tension in your shoulders seems to ease at the idea of you finally being able to get home.

Putting everything in the trunk of your car was easily done, with the weight of your child in James' arms.

Turning back to James, you see Leila still holding the stuffed Piglet.

"Leila, no, we didn't pay for that," you try to reach for the toy, but your stubborn little girl refuses to budge.

James chuckles, and he shakes his head, "it's alright, I paid for it. She can have it."

You're silent.

You're gobsmacked.

Did this man, this random stranger buy your child a toy?

That's more than your ex ever did.

"I-huh?-wha- James, you didn't have to do that," you quickly reach for your wallet, adamant about paying him back.

He grabs your wrist with one hand, his metal one carrying a tired Leila, "really, you don't have to."

You sigh and smile tiredly at him.

Sometimes, you underestimate the kindness of strangers. And as a single mom, you really are grateful for anything that comes your way.

You take Leila back into your arms and she's whipped. She immediately finds comfort in your arms and closes her eyes.

"Well, I guess we should get going."

Why did you say it like that?

Why did you say it like you didn't want to leave yet?

Like you didn't want to leave him yet.

You can see a sadness flash through James's face as he nods slowly, "yes, guess I should go too."

You both nod but remain standing at the Walmart parking lot.

"I should really go," you nod your head over your shoulder.

He nods as well.

As you turn to leave, he calls out your name.

"Is there a chance that I could grab your number?" He scratches the back of his neck. "I would like to see you and Leila again."

You blush at his words.

He wants to see you again?

You nod slightly and type your number into his flip-phone, you laughed when he first pulled it out.

You chuckle unable to wrap your mind around the idea of this gorgeous man wanting to ask for your number, "I still don't have a clue on how you managed to get her to quiet down back in there."

He laughs lightly and saves your name with a small heart next to it, you don't have to know that he did that. "Guess I'm just good with them."

💌💌💌

ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS PROMPT, BABES!!!

Bucky + children = me being super horny

I just wanna have a life, where this man is really 😩😩

Till' then

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes headcanon

[vellicore]

Bucky Barnes is Loud in Bed

Warnings: (degra)dation, da-d-dy kink, preg-nan-cy kink, lac-tation kink, basically pure filth

A/N: Basically I’ve been thinking about Bucky all day so here you go.

Bucky Barnes is loud. 

Imagine how vocal Bucky is in the bedroom. He may not have always been this way. Back in the 40s, he’d let out a noise here and there. But ever since being freed as the Winter Soldier, Bucky can’t contain his noises.

HYDRA muffled his voice for so long that now he loves to use it. The moans he lets out could only be described as pornographic. The things he says in the bedroom would never have been allowed in the past.

No, Bucky loves the way you clench around him whenever he degrades. Once he called you a cumslut and you clenched so hard you practically choked his cock in response.

God, he loves the way you get so desperate for him. He loves the way you will beg for him. He loves how you’re always dripping wet for him before he’s even touched you.

It’s all of these things that spur him on. It’s these little things that cause him to say things like, “Such a pretty little pussy for Daddy. She’s just begging to be fucked. Isn’t she?”

Bucky is the definition of feral. He goes after what he wants and when he needs it. Tony was so close to kicking him out of the compound until he decided to soundproof all the bedrooms.

When the topic of having a baby came up, he was the loudest he’d ever been. The thought of filling you to the brim almost drove him mad. He loved the thought of you round with his baby. The idea of your breath filling up with milk. That night he told you every little thing he’d do to you when you’re pregnant.

He may seem quiet around everyone else, but that brooding super soldier screams in pleasure because of you.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #Sebastian Stan

[melwilson]

prom?

bucky barnes x f!reader

bucky asks you to go to prom with him. (high school au)

he had been thinking about it all week- thinking about what, you might ask?

prom.

bucky was thinking about prom.

bucky was going to take you to prom.

but he had to ask you first.

he was going to ask you weeks ago, but a rumor went around that brooklyn high’s rich boy, anthony, had asked you. and you accepted.

when bucky finally worked up the courage to ask you about it, you quickly shut the rumor down. “yeah, tony asked me. i told him no.”

“you told him no?” bucky had replied, bewildered. tony always got his way. but it wasn’t unlike you to break the norm.

you had laughed and said, “yeah, b, i told him no.”

that conversation had happened a week ago and since then bucky had been trying to come up with the perfect way to ask you to the spring dance. you were a simple girl. if he walked up to you and asked you in front of your locker, you would probably say yes. however, buck wanted to do something special for you. tony had a couple jets fly over your house and spell out ‘prom?’ obviously, that didn’t tickle your fancy…that and the fact that tony was a raging narcissist. bucky had no power or money to plan something that extravagant. he did, however, have enough money for your favorite flowers, a sign, and a simple necklace to match your dress. hopefully, that would be enough for you.

“how is my favorite girl on this beautiful monday morning?” bucky’s voice floods your ears as you toss a couple of notebooks in your locker.

“feeling good and looking better,” you respond. when you turn around you’re met with bucky’s wide grin. he looks good. he’s wearing his usual- a black tee shirt and a pair of cuffed light wash blue jeans. his hair, recently cut, is messy atop his head and his blue eyes are filled with that mischievous, childlike glint. “how are you, b? missing your six-foot four blonde boyfriend, i see?”

he rolls his eyes, throwing his arm over your shoulders. he smells like sandalwood, leather, and citrus. you love it. “he’s in louisiana surprising his friend, sam, for his birthday. so it’s just you and i, doll.” you hum, snaking an arm around his waist, looping a finger into his belt loop. the gesture drives bucky wild, but he keeps his composure and asks, “what’re you doin’ after school?”

you let out a tiny huff as you think. “nothing that i know of, why?”

“i got somethin’ i wanna show you.”

bucky doesn’t have to look down to know that you have a skeptical look on your face. but naturally, you agree, “fine, but if this takes up more than thirty minutes of my time you’re buying me a milkshake.”

bucky scoffs, his pace coming to a slow in front of your class. “deal.” he places a quick kiss to your temple before saying, “have fun in weird people chemistry, doll. i’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

“later, buck.”

“later, y/n.”

the new york sun was surprisingly bright as you exited the expansive brooklyn high school. immediately, you put your sunglasses on and begin the walk to your designated parking spot. as you get closer, you realize that bucky is sitting on the hood of your car with flowers in one hand, a sign in the other.

bucky watches as you stop in disbelief a couple feet away as you read the sign.

Y/n, prom wouldn’t be the same without my favorite girl. Go with me?

when you gather your words, you ask, “bucky, are you messing with me?” you’ve re-read the pretty cursive (definitely not bucky’s writing) over and over to make sure your eyes aren’t failing you.

“you really think i would joke about taking you to prom?” he receives back a knowing look because he has, in fact, joked about taking you to prom. “i’m not joking with you doll.” he stands up and carefully sets down the sign and bouquet of orange and yellow marigolds. he reaches up to your face and gently removes your sunglasses and slips them on the collar of his shirt. your heart his racing. his touch much more intimate than that of best friends.

“you’ll be pleased to know that i’ve put a lot into this, alright. so first, i would nervously wait outside your house with your dad and be in total shock when i finally see you in whatever beautiful ensemble you and your ma’ have picked out. then, i would take you to get burger because italian is way too formal. after that, we’ll dance the night away and leave early to go get ice cream. and then right before i drop you off, i’d kiss you,” he says voice barely above a whisper. “and hopefully you would kiss me back. and after, we’d both be in shock because what the hell, right? but then comes relief because-“

“finally, you got the girl,” you finish.

“yeah,” he breathes out nervously, “i got the girl.” sometime during his explanation, his arms had weaved around your waist keeping you flush against him. your hands rested around his arms, fingers dancing along his triceps.

“are you gonna wait until prom to kiss me?” you ask, eyes fluttering down to bucky’s lips and back up again.

he hums. “you’ll go with me?”

“i’ll go anywhere with you, b.”

his grin is boyish, cheeks flushed. he opens his mouth to respond, but you swallow his words by placing your lips on his. the kiss is slow and soft and as intimate as it could be in the school parking lot.

“so, uh, what color are you wearing,” bucky asks after pulling away, breathless.

you let out a laugh with the shake of your head. “seriously?”

“i’m being very serious, doll.”

“i’m wearing red. i’m thinking you go ‘full bucky barnes’ in black tie getup.”

he kisses you again. quick and fleeting. “i like the way you think, doll.”

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