Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

S.S. - forever

Summary: You just got home from a week's stay with your best friend, and Sebastian decides to start a very interesting conversation.

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"Seb! I'm home!" I yelled as I walked into the house. I loved our house, mine and Sebastian's. It was big enough to fit us and have two spare bedrooms, but not obnoxiously large, either. It was our perfect little paradise, just for us two.

Sebastian walked into the front entrance from the kitchen, a huge smile plastered to his face when he saw me. He ran over to me and picked me up in a hug, spinning me around before setting me back on my feet. "I missed you, gorgeous," Seb said, still smiling down at me.

"Missed you, too, handsome," I replied before he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I'd just gotten home from a long week at my best friend's apartment, where she was dealing with a bad breakup. She wanted me to stay with her so we could have a girl's week, so I happily agreed to spend some quality time with her. Though I was all for it, Seb didn't like the idea of me being gone for a whole week. "Mmm, what's that smell?"

"I tried to make dinner since I figured you probably wouldn't want to cook when you got back," Sebastian told me, taking my hand and dragging me to the kitchen. He let go when we got in the kitchen, and I set my bag down next to the island counter.

"Smells good, what is it?" I asked, sitting down at the breakfast bar.

"Well, it's trying to be Greek chicken, but I'm not sure how good it's gonna be," Seb laughed, picking the pan up off the stove and setting it on the back burner.

"Aww, I'm sure it'll be great, Seb," I told him, trying to be supportive.

"Shit- ow!" He yelled suddenly, ripping his hand away from the pan and shaking it a little.

"Did you burn yourself?" I asked, quickly getting up to help him. "Here, run it under the sink."

I took his hand gently and ran the burned part of his finger under the cold water in the sink. Sebastian pressed a kiss to my temple and offered me a small smile. "See? I'm helpless without you."

"You're such a dork," I rolled my eyes and smiled, shaking my head at him.

"I'm serious. Where would I be without you?" Seb asked, still holding onto his little smile. I turned the water off and handed him a towel, which he wrapped around his finger.

"I don't know, you tell me," I said, walking over to the stove and plating the chicken.

"Probably dead in a ditch somewhere," Seb said in a mildly serious tone, earning a glare from me, knowing I didn't like when he talked like that. "If not dead, then definitely alone."

"No way you'd be alone," I told him. "The number of girls out there willing to go out with you is astronomical, you realize that, right?"

"But I don't want any of them," Seb said, setting the towel down and standing right up in front of me, so close that we were almost touching. "I just want you, Y/n."

"You know, you can be really cute when you want to be," I said, hopping up on the counter to be eye level with him. He walked up and stood between my legs, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I love you, Y/n," Seb told me, leaning his forehead against mine. "In the four years we've been together, I've spent at least half of it out filming somewhere, yet you managed to stay with me. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world when you agreed to our first date, even though I forgot my wallet, you spilled coffee all over your shirt, and we got rear-ended, all in the matter of an hour."

I laughed a little at the memory. We'd gone out for coffee and I ended up having to pay for both our drinks, even though we intended on buying our own. He told me a joke I thought was so funny that I spat coffee all over myself, and when he was driving me home, some idiot forgot to hit the brakes and instead hit Seb's bumper. It was a complete disaster, but we both loved it.

He moved his head back so he could look at me.

"And when I was doing the Captain America movies and left for a few months, came back for about three weeks then had to leave again, I thought for sure you'd get sick of not being with me in person. But you sat through all those facetime calls, no matter how many times my internet would go out or Chris and Anthony would interrupt our conversations."

"They were so annoying," I laughed, earning a big smile from Seb.

"I remember when you learned how to play guitar, and how you sang that one song at Christmas when I spent that week with you and your family," Seb recalled. "I don't even remember the name of that stupid song, but I loved it."

"I think it was Mr. Brightside," I answered, remembering how embarrassed I felt singing in front of my family. I really only did it for Sebastian.

"Yeah, that's the one," he smiled. "But the first time I realized that I was in love with you was when you secretly flew out to Cleveland to visit me on set, and you had everyone in on it. You had RDJ throw a big surprise party on my birthday and you hid in a box to surprise me. And then Chris accidentally spoiled the surprise when he knocked the box over, but I still loved it anyways."

"Yeah, stood there and hugged me for at least twenty minutes and wouldn't let go of me," I added. "And you kissed me in the most dramatic way ever in front of the entire cast and crew."

"Because that's when I knew I didn't want to be with anyone else except you," Seb told me. "And I wanted everyone to know that you were mine."

"We'd only been together a year, then."

"But I was ready to spend forever with you," Sebastian continued. "I don't want to spend another second of my life without you, because I'd be wasting it. And I want you to be there every time I fail at cooking dinner for you, or when I get home from filming another movie, or when I wake up early in the morning just so I can see how beautiful you are when you sleep. I want to be there for you when you get the dog you've been begging me for, or when you're sad because I'm gone half the time, or when you want to binge watch Harry Potter even though it's two o'clock in the morning."

I laughed again, smiling at the references to dumb things we've done together.

"Every spare moment I have, I think about just how insanely lucky I am to have you in my life, and I don't want anyone else to take you away from me. I want you to be mine, and only mine, forever. So, Y/n, will you be mine forever? Will you marry me?"

My eyes went wide, not having expected him to pop the question. He pulled away from me and got down on one knee, pulling a velvet black box from his pocket and opening it, showing me the beautiful not-overly-flashy ring he'd bought for me. His ocean blue eyes sparkled and his smile was slightly nervous.

"Seb, I-" I began, though unable to form words. He looked a little more nervous, but didn't move or say anything. "Yes. Absolutely yes, I will marry you."

He stood up with the biggest smile on his face, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me off the counter. He set me on my feet and pulled my body against his, encasing my lips with his in a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. When we broke the kiss, I rested my head against his chest as he lightly rocked us side to side.

"Can I be honest?" Seb asked, his deep voice vibrating off his chest and onto my cheek.

"Yeah," I replied.

"I was really nervous you'd say no."

"What?" I looked up at him, seeing the sincerity on his face. "I'd be crazy to say no."

"I just wasn't sure you'd be ready to get married yet," Seb told me. "I mean, you're 25."

"Sebastian Stan, age is just a number, and you do well to remember that when you turn 40 and I call you old," I said, making both of us laugh.

"I love you so much, Y/n," Sebastian said, looking down at me with gleaming blue eyes.

"I love you, too."