WARNINGS; None, just fluff.
"Ready to get married? Being with the same girl for the rest of your life?" You asked Bucky. "I don't know." Bucky sighs, sitting on the sofa running his flesh and metal hands over his face and through his hair. Something he does when he's anxious or stressed. "You don't know? You're getting married in an hour and don't even know if you want to be with this one girl for the rest of your life?!" You say. "Should I get married, (Y/N)? Tell me the truth. I want your honest opinion." Bucky begs. "Do you love her?" You ask. Bucky gets up and walks over to a table near you and sits on it. "That's the problem... I love her." "Why is that a problem?" "Because I'm not IN love with her." He answers. "And there's a difference?" You giggle, amused with the situation. "Yes." Bucky says. "Well then, why aren't you in love with her?" "Because I'm in love with you.."
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Bucky Barnes and Sebastian Stan Imagines
FanfictionSome Bucky/Seb imagines. All imagines are my own unless stated otherwise.