( *&. bucky barnes is my husband. )

  • Peter: Some actors birthday is today. His name is Sebastian Stan.
  • Sam: Funny. He kinda looks like Bucky.
  • Steve: Hmmm. I don't see it.

Bucky: I have a crush on Tony.
Clint: Don’t worry, we’ve all been there.

You Died

Author: Juju

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Sebastian comes home only to find you crying. He freaks out, thinking something happened, but he calms down once he figures out what’s going on.

Warnings: A smidge of angst but it’s hardly there. A shit ton of fluff.

A/N: This happened like 2 minutes ago. There are still tears in my eyes. I don’t know why I decided to re-watch The First Avenger.

P.S. I just realized that I’m on my period and that’s why I’m so emotional. I’m sorry.

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Y/N! I’m home!” Sebastian called out as he walked into your shared apartment. He turned to the living room, where you usually were when he came home, only to find it empty. He went to the kitchen, but you weren’t there either. On his way to the bedroom, he heard you sniffling and picked up his pace in fear.

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Wade: Okay. Oh, boy, we’re just married to a couple of ballbusters, huh, Barnes?

Bucky: That’s my husband and son you’re talking about.

Wade: Great couple of guys.

Bucky: I wouldn’t go that far.

Conversations with Taylor Vol.3
  • Him: Are you going to the gym again? That's like the 4th time this week.
  • Me: Listen... one day Sebastian Stan and I will meet and I need that man to weep because he can't have a piece of this ass.
  • Him: If Sebastian Stan and you ever met I would be personally offended if you didn't let him have a piece of that ass. Maybe I should do some squats too...

“Last Night in Bucharest”

by Bjørn Jakobsen, the wonderful and amazing husband of Lisa Jakobsen, aka lowkeysebastianstan

So this happened. My husband, who, I’ll gladly admit, functions as a daily sounding board for all things Bucky, had me stunned and in a heap of tears on Christmas Eve when I opened his gift for me, the introduction of my story in comic book form. I can’t even begin to describe the level of gratefulness and astonishment I felt when I realised what he’d been working on, I mean, I thought he might give me a painting, but this… I’m in awe and so thankful to have this person in my life, he’s an amazing human, and my best friend. And it’s perfect. Just perfect. My pal, my buddy, my Bjørn, I love you.

UPDATE: So after that beyond anything beautiful, stunning, magnificent gift my fantastic and extraordinary husband made me for Christmas, my birthday rolled around and he gave me the cover. I cried, I swooned, I bawled, I laughed, we hugged, we kissed, I called Cindy, we squeed, he got embarrassed, we didn’t give a flying fuck, there was a bit more crying… You know, the usual. And so I’m finally updating the post to show you guys. I didn’t do it sooner bc a) it took a while for it to be scanned, and b) I’m a master of making up involved excuses for not doing something bc it has to be just right and perfect.  Which is insane, bc this actually is. I love it so much, I’m still baffled and dazed he’ve done this for me, and I’m not at all imagining him doing the whole thing… Nope.

Last Night in Bucharest

Dialogue prompts number 3


Bucky was awake, and at first he didn’t know why until he heard a knock at his door. A short glance to the clock on his nightstand showed 2:48am. He sighted. Whoever dared to interrupt him tonight better had a very good reason for it.
For a moment he considered the knife under the pillow, but a intruder wouldn’t knock, so he sleeply walked to the door to open it. Clint was standing outside of his room, dressed in his old, worn out, purple hoodie and a motorbike helmet under his arm, and was the least person Bucky expected to see.
“Why are you here, it’s like three in the morning?”
“I missed you.” Clint’s voice sounded so small and tired, that Bucky swallowed his joke about bad luck and instead pulled him into a hug. “Change and than let’s go back to sleep.”
Five minutes later Clint’s smaller body was pressed against Bucky’s who was holding him tight.
“Nightmares?” he asked quietly.
He pulled him in even closer.
“Let’s try to sleep now. We shouldn’t look sleep-deprived on our wedding day!”

Well here it is!  @wormdelivre commissioned me to draw Winterhawk at their wedding. Clint with hearing aids and Bucky in a bun and military dress. I hope it’s to your liking :D I love drawing these dorks.

I swear it’s not steve I just figured clint would attempt to clean up for his wedding although let’s be real if they were really to get married it would probably end in some sort of disaster like at least clint catching his sleeve on fire or something but lets pretend this lovely moment happened before all that shall we