It’s Hopeless - Sebastian Stan Imagine

warnings: angst, fluff, Chris!Best Friend,  

request: The reader is best friends with Chris, but in love with Sebastian. She goes to Chris for advice on how to let Seb know how she feels. - @ theimpossibleg1rl

words: 1700+

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“What the fuck are you doin’ here!” You ran towards your best friend at full speed, knowing he can take your impact easily.

“Chris! I missed you!” Your voice was muffled by the neck of his Cap suit.

Chris kissed your hair, holding it flat with his large palm. His arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you lifted off the ground, and stuck in his arms.  

“I missed you too, Honeypot.”  

You had flown down to surprise Chris while he shot Civil War in Atlanta. He’d been moaning for months about how he was so bored and homesick that you decided to shut him up. For a little bit, at least.

Setting you back on Earth, he bared a grin when whilst holding you away from his body. He was looking for any change to your appearance since he’d last saw you, which was five months ago. A lot can happen in five months, and Chris was always so diligent in knowing every detail of your face and appearance. He could spot your hair cut an inch shorter, or you wore a new outfit. It was nice to have a best friend who took notice in the effort you put into looking presentable.

“Well, what are you fuckin’ doin’ here? When’d you get in?” Chris slung one arm over your shoulder and guided you towards the crafts table, where a selection of decorous food was lying.

“Lisa ringed me the other week beggin’ me to take spring vacation to come visit you! I guess I was the only one fit to shut up your whining and begging.” Chris chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment. He knew he had been on the, rather, complaining side in his tone for the last few months. He just missed his family so much. He missed seeing Miles, Lucy, and Noah. He missed not being able to go to his parent’s house on Thursdays for spaghetti dinner.

“Like always, she was right. You are the only human being beside her that could make me feel like I’m home with just your presence.”

You felt so much love for your best friend, and now you felt even more. He was so sweet and benevolent in nature. He’d been that way since the day you met him, 26 years ago. He was just a scrawny 9 years old, terrified to go down the slide on the playground. You were an adventurous 8-year-old and told Chris he could hold your hand while going down the slide together. He agreed and ever since then you two have held each other’s hands through the worst of times and the best of times.

“It can’t be! No way!” Booming from across the lot, you saw Mackie waving his hands frantically at you while jogging over. There had been a companion with him, a brunette you had only heard about before. The brunette didn’t join Mackie when he ran over to you, though. He just set foot in a slow pace walk, almost looking uneager to meet the mysterious best friend of Chris’.

Anthony pulled you into a big hug when he finally reached you and Chris, both pigging out at the table of goodies. “Big Mack! How goes it?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “Not too bad. Livin’ good down in A.T.L., aren’t we Evans?”

“You are, Mr. Life of The Party.” Anthony gawked at Chris and slapped his shoulder. “Don’t try and pretend that you ain’t out at the clubs, talkin’ to the ladies, now. We don’t wanna be tellin’ lies to our friends now do we?” You giggled at shook your head, turning back towards the donuts.

You held a chocolate glazed one to your mouth when you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind.

“I wouldn’t if I were you. Those have been baking in the sun for a good fifteen hours.”

Sebastian had his blue eyes cast towards you, with a warm smile upon his lips. Chuckling nervously, you agreed and laid the donut back on the tray.

“Thank you. Wouldn’t have wanted to catch food poisoning my first day here.” Sebastian just broadened his grin that, swear to god, was twinkling in the sunlight. He stuck out his hand and you met him halfway.

“Sebastian.”

“Y/N. Chris’ best friend.”

Ever since that moment, you had been hooked to Sebastian Stan. Hopelessly, carelessly devoted to a man who didn’t even know you felt so much towards.

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sailorbettery  asked:

*poking little Tony's smol belly and fluffy cheeks* Aww who's the cutest here you are😚

“Tony of course is the cutest! But don’t touch my Tony!”

Sorry but it seems that our Supersoldier gets possessive and protective so let’s leave them alone before he smashes us with his shield :D

Bucky Barnes Imagine

Imagine Steve trying to get Bucky to confess his feelings to you.


‘’Hell, no.’’ bucky chuckles, glancing over at steve.

‘’Come on Buck, it’s not that hard, all you do is say how you feel to Y/N. And next thing you know, she’s all yours.’’ steve shrugs.

‘’Like you know a damn thing about women.’’ bucky laughs.

‘’I’ve got Peggy.’’ steve smiles.

‘’Yeah, so what?’’ bucky asks.

‘’So it’s time for you to find a Peggy. Someone brave, gorgeous and strong. And you know who has all those things? Y/N.’’ steve nods.

‘’Still not tellin her that I love her.’’ bucky rolls his eyes.

‘’Okay, but next thing you know, she’s going to be with somebody else. Then you’re going to live your whole life, regretting your decision and you’ll be come crawling back to me. And you know what I’ll say?’’ steve asks.

‘’I told you so.’’ bucky answers.

‘’Yup. Now, go get her while you can.’’ steve says, patting bucky on back.

Bucky takes one last swig of his drink and slams his fists on the counter.

‘’I’ve got this, I just gotta tell Y/N how I feel.’’ bucky says to himself.

‘’Good luck bud.’’ steve smiles.

'’Yeah yeah, see ya later.’’ bucky smirks.

Bucky than went off to tell you how he felt about you, as nervous as he was, he had a bunch of confidence with him.