Sebastian Stan Imagines

- Your realization -

● - S E B A S T I A N - ●

A Few weeks later.

"Hey Sebastian!" You smile, opening the door wider.

"Hey y/n. So, what shall we do today?" He rubs his palms together to create friction.

You stare at him smiling for a second. "Not sure...movie?" You ask.

Sebastian nods with a shrug. "Movie it is, i'll go make the popcorn." He jogs off into the Kitchen and you watch him, a small smile making its way onto your lips.

Once he's left the room, realization hits you.

You like your best friend.

● - B U C K Y - ●

The next month.

"Sam, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about." You roll your eyes.

Sams been bugging you for days about how much you like Bucky. And its starting to annoy you because you are 100% certain you don't like him.

Almost every day Sam would mock your "dreamy gaze" or whatever he calls it and he would say things like "oh Bucky what beautiful eyes you have" in a high pitched voice just to get a rise out of you.

"Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." He tsks, shaking his head. "Young naive little y/n"

Your brows furrow and you stare at him weirdly.

"You like him. Your brain just doesn't want to admit it." He shakes his head with a shrug and you roll your eyes again.

"Whatever you say Sam." You mutter.

Sam stands from his place and places a hand on the top of your head, turning it to face a certain direction where a certain supersoldier was chopping wood.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't like that guy." Sam says.

But you're in a whole other world, completely captivated by how Bucky looks choping the wood. The way his arm rings back just before it snaps down, perfectly cutting the wood into smaller pieces. His forehead has a small glisten of sweat and his chest heaves a little bit, to be fair he has been chopping wood for the past hour. But he's still gorgeous to you.

"Y/n?" Sam waves his hand infront of your face and you shake your head a little bit. Your mind tracing back to reality.

You look up at Sam, only to see him smirking at you and wiggling his eyebrows. Scoffing you raise your hand and push your palm into his forehead, forcing him away from you making him let out a groan.

Shaking your head, you turn to look back at Bucky.

Shit. Maybe you do like him.

● - J E F F E R S O N - ●

• Before Storybrooke •

Almost immediately.

You and Jefferson had spent all the time in the world together.