just realized that in 2 years all of my favs will be 40+ 💀🤪✨
Omfg my dad is watching motley crue videos and all I can think about is seb 😅
Are people saying that Sebastian is the Tom Felton of Marvel ok? Sebastian has tons of movies and series that stars in and promotes, 99% of time he doesn't even mention Bucky, and when he does it isn't out of nowhere. Also, he's still playing Bucky, so even if he mentions him, it's for a good reason. Why are you guys acting as if he stopped playing Bucky ages ago and is still trying to suck up every bit of fame from the character because that's the only success he has ever made?
Try to have at least some knowlegde about the subject before talking nonsense. You don't care about the actors besides their bodies and shit, bit an actor being on a cover for something that isn't their most famous character or their body, Chris being on a cover because a political project he is making to try to help his country's people to have more knowledge about politics, and not because of Captain America or because it's a modeling shoot is a HUGE deal. It shows that he is trying, and suceeding, at being someone besides the character he played. Istg some people don't have basic comprehension skills.
He was just wishing his friend a happy birthday, dude. Go out and touch some grass instead of keep picking up on a grownass person you don't even know personaly just because you're bored.
sebastian stan gives me very much boomer vibes on social media. there, i said it.
Bring fed as someone who ships stucky and evanstan is so unbelievably overwhelming
I saw these on Pinterest 😳🖐🏼 which Bucky are these? Why does he look like he could pass for Matthew Gray Gubler’s brother?
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PART 46: Original part before tiktok took it down <3
this is hands down, the most powerful moment of the century..
Stucky & Evanstan comm is so lucky rn 😍
is seb stan okay?
So thoughts on Vampire!Bucky?
I did the fangs in this way because I like the way that they're retractable on True Blood. I'm also really enjoying the red eyes over white. Ignore me because I just have been learning how to photoshop better. I was thinking of a True Blood Inspired Vampire!Bucky AU and this would be how he looked but he would be a newly turned Vampire in love with a Human with Fairy blood, hence the confused look on his face.
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finding out sebastian stan defended his girlfriend after she was blatantly racist and ruining bucky for me is my villain origin story
Y/N Stark was a wild child. Vandalism, drag racing, that kind of thing. She was untamable, filled with sarcasm and nothing else.
Her undeniable love for crackers leads her right into the man who would fix her, love her.
BUCKY BARNES X READER
Chapter five: Steve you beautiful blonde idiot you
A/N: THANK YOU FOR 1K! Also, i don't Know Why my posts are saying replies have been turned off, they haven't and its bullshit (also this would’ve been out a lot sooner but I got super busy yesterday and that shitty depressive slump isn’t ending)
Throughout Y/N’s recovery, Bucky stayed by her side. It didn’t matter how much Tony protested, didn’t matter how much he forbid their interaction or complained to Steve, they were always by each other’s side. If you had one, the other was never too far behind.
During the day Bucky found himself in charge of her pain medication. He was constantly following her around to make sure she didn’t injure herself further. The stairs were a no go for Bucky and her time outside had to be monitored. He was like an overbearing helicopter mom at a soccer game.
Not that Y/N was complaining. The added time with her favourite super soldier (lets maybe not tell Steve that) was welcome. Laying with him on the couch while he let her pick a movie and fed her popcorn was welcome. Long slow walks around the compound were welcome.
For a man who didn’t seem to speak much around the others, Bucky was a great story teller. He told her all about the war, things they wouldn’t have in textbooks and things they wouldn’t have told her in school. He told her about the golden retriever he wanted as a boy and the runt of a boy he had to take care of instead (not that he saw Steve as a runt; Bucky just wasn’t sure how else to describe that period of his life).
The topics stayed away from Y/N’s childhood, of the woman she grew up with and what happened to her. Bucky was curious, he just wasn’t sure how fresh the wounds were to her. Y/N never brought up her mother and Bucky wasn’t sure if she wanted to.
One night, after Y/N had showed Bucky her favourite Christmas movie and cuddled with him on the couch, she fell asleep. It had been a long day; they’d gone for their walk around the compound, made lunch together and read books until Steve came back. Y/N fell asleep halfway into their movie, cuddled up against Bucky’s side with her foot propped up against the coffee table.
“Shouldn’t you take her back?” Asked Steve as he leaned against the arm of his sofa.
Bucky nodded to himself and brushed her hair out of her face. “She looks so peaceful, Stevie. Can’t we just let her stay here?” He asked and brushed his thumb over her cheek in a soothing manner. Y/N snored against him and snuggled closer.
Smiling down at the pair, Steve shook his head. "You know how much Tony will worry if she doesn't come back," he whispered and pushed some hair out of her face. Y/N had been in his life since young adulthood. Steve had watched her grow from an awkward rebellious teenager to an awkward rebellious young adult.
Steve didn’t think before saying his next words. “Aren’t you worried about relapsing with her?”
Beside her, Bucky stilled. He froze up, not even a breath leaving his lips. He shifted uncomfortable, almost pushing her away. “I wasn’t worried,” he admitted, looking down at her with a grimace. “I haven’t thought about relapsing since I met her.”
He suddenly stood up and Y/N’s head smacked against the hardest cushion of the couch. “Son Of a snake headed bitch!” She groaned and moved to sat up. “Okay, Mr. Robot, what the hell was that for?”
But Bucky didn’t answer her. Instead he walked out of the room, leaving her with Steve. As soon as he had turned the corner, Y/N looked towards the blonde. “What did I do?” She asked, sounding smsller than Steve had heard her before.
“It’s not you, sweetheart,” he mumbled as he came to sit beside her. “He’s just afraid of what he might do if he loses control.”
Y/N leaned away from him, her brows furrowed. “What did you say to him, uncle Stevie? He was fine when we started the movie and he just went and did that.” Moving her foot from the table, she struggled to stand. It was only once Steve grabbed her was she able to steady herself. “I wanna go and speak to him. Steve, help me.”
“Y/N, just listen to me-”
“No! You really fucked things up for us and I want my own chance to think it. I left my crutch upstairs now help me to his fucking room!”
With slight fear in his eyes, Steve placed her arm over his shoulders and helped her to hobble out their living area. They moved down the hall until they made it to Bucky’s bedroom.
Y/N knocked her knuckles against the door and called his name. “Open up Anakin! I wanna talk to you!” She shouted, pressing herself against the wood of the door. (Steve let go of her and retreated to his own room, keeping his door open just in case she needed him.)
With Steve gone, Y/N dropped her head against the door. “Please, Bucky. Please, I need you,” she whispered, eyes closed, vulnerability slipping through her words.
Bucky pulled the door open and caught her in his arms. He steadied her and stepped back, turning away from her. “Bucky,” She hobbled towards him. “Look at me, please!”
Finally, Bucky turned to her. His eyes were red, and Y/N didn’t ask why. “I don’t know what in the hell Steve said to you but it’s all bullshit! I want you back by my side, I can’t stand you ignoring me!”
She took another step and swayed. Immediately Bucky grabbed her shoulders and sat her on his bed. “Calm down before you hurt yourself.” His hands slipped away from her but Y/N grabbed him, keeping him close. Her hand moved to his cheek and she swiped her thumb over his cheekbone. “Don’t leave me again,” she whispered.
Bucky looked down where her hand held his metal one. “You wanna know what Steve said to me, Doll? Do you really wanna know?”
“He asked if I was worried about relapsing, becoming The Winter Soldier around you. And now I’m terrified of hurting you in some way. This metal arm can do you much and I don’t want to be burying you as Bucky for something he did.”
Y/N kissed him. It was slow and she waited for some response before pulling away from him. Her hands held both of his cheeks. Once she was done, a small smile gracing her lips, she pressed her forehead to his. “You’re not going to relapse. You’re done, you’ve let that part of your life behind and you can be Bucky Barnes, the war hero, for once. And, you got me to help you through it.”
His hands were on her waist, pulling her towards the end of the bed. “Promise me, if he comes out, you run like hell and you don’t look back.”
She kissed him back, this one being only quick. “I promise.
They stayed like that for a long time, foreheads pressed together, holding each other close. Y/N never wanted to let go of this moment, never wanted to let go a Bucky. (Actually, there were many things she wanted him to let go of her for, all of them filthy and impossible with her injuries).
Her head fell against his shoulder and she kissed his cheek. “Could you help me get back to my floor?” She asked somewhat sweetly, a side of Y/N Stark Bucky had yet to see.
“I’m starting to think you’ve been leaving your crutches up there just so I’ll have to help you around,” he teased, scooping her into his strong arms.
She tapped his nose as he carried her out of the room and towards the elevator. “You couldn’t be wrong, Buckaroo.”
The ride in the elevator was silent, but not uncomfortable. Granted Bucky was thinking about how he probably should’ve been kissing her and Y/N was thinking the exact same thing, but their silence didn’t leave them wanting to fill the space. More like they didn’t know where to go from here and were in no rush to take it any further.
The elevator dinged and Bucky walked out. “Which one is your room, doll?” He asked, walking past a gobsmacked Tony Stark. The pair of them ignored him, continuing on to Y/N’s room.
“I’m only telling you this so you can come visit me up here and I don’t have to keep forgetting my crutches to spend time with you,” she mumbled against his shoulder, pointing to her room.
As the door swung open, Tony Stark shouted from behind them, ”leave the goddamn door open! I don’t want grandkids yet!”
They ignored him. Bucky placed her onto her bed and sat down beside her. “Don’t forget tomorrow,” he reminded her. “I’ll be here around nine to take you down there,” he said.
“What are you, my keeper?”
“Might as well be, doll.” Bucky stood up, ready to leave the room.
But she called him back. Y/N grabbed his flesh hand and pulled him back so she could give him one last kiss before she let him go.”
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from Sebastian Stan's Instagram Story (@imsebastianstan)
Happy birthday, Chris Evans! 🎉🥰💖