Sebastian Stan & Characters Imagines

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Bucky

You unlocked your apartment door like any other day, the analog clock hanging in the hallway striking four o'clock,  just like it always did when you finally got home from work. You opened the door and went straight to your shower, turning the water on hot. With a sigh, a quick shower, and a change of clothes, you were in bed by 5, wanting to sleep but being unable to, just like any other day.

Your mom had said it was unhealthy, the way you were living. You weren't sleeping, food was unappealing, you were loosing weight too fast. You knew it was unhealthy. You knew you were spiraling a bit. But, you knew you needed to keep your mind focused on your job- you were so close to the promotion you had been working years for.

So you continued to slug down the hallway to your apartment, the clock reading 3:58 as you found the keys in your purse. You glanced to your right, doing a double take as you saw the formerly vacant room next to you sitting there with it's door wide open. You looked up and down the halls, your eyebrows furrowed.

Cautiously, you took a few steps closer, poking your head into the room, seeing the back of a man unloading a box.

"Knock knock?" You said, rapping your knuckles on the doorframe. His head whipped around in surprise, a small smile spreading along his features as he stood, wiping his palms on his jeans.

"Hey there." He breathed out, taking a few steps closer. His boot clad feet clicked on the hardwood, stepping through the maze of boxes and furniture.

"Um, I'm (Y/N). I live next door." You explained, pointing a thumb over your shoulder.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you found this man attractive. He had longer brown hair, a scruffy chin, and bright blue eyes. And his jaw- it could cut diamonds.

"Name's James." He said, an unmistakable Brooklyn accent in his speech. He held out his hand, to which you shook gently. "You can call me Bucky, if you'd like."

"Nice to meet you." You smiled. "Is there anything you need help with?"

"I couldn't ask you to do a thing, doll." He chuckled. "I'll be alright. Thanks for introducing yourself to me."

"Of course, James." You paused. "Well, I hope to see you around. I'm going to finish my work."

"Of course, hope to see you soon." He smiled brightly, making your heart race. You gave him a small wave as you left, rushing to unlock your door.

Once it was shut behind you, your hand came to rest on your heart, your knees giving out and your body sliding to the floor.

What a man.

Sebastian

You were laying on the couch with your head in his lap, watching some Friends reruns. His hand ran aimlessly through your hair, making your eyelids heavy.

"Mmmm, Seb?" You hummed, cuddling into him further.

"Yes, love?" He replied, his eyes flickering down to you.

"I'm about to fall asleep."

"We can head to bed, if you'd want." He offered. You looked into his eyes, smiling and nodding sleepily. He chuckled at your expression and scooped you up, carrying you like a princess to your bedroom.

"I love you, Sebastian." You said, burying your face in his chest.

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

Jefferson

"Stop there!" You shouted, chasing after the cackling man. Tree branches whipped past your head, catching on the fabric of your sleeves and skirt, tearing the cloth. You ignored it, however, and continued to chase the man.