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"I slept on the street in Times Square with a friend, waiting in line to actually audition for American Idol when it came to America, and I wore leather pants for that audition. I sang the medley from Moulin Rouge a cappella."

Happy Birthday Sebastian Stan! (August 13, 1982)

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it’s me.. hi…

i wanna start resuming some of my fic ideas but idk if anyone would still read it.. anyways.

#sebastian stan #bucky x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky x female reader

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SEBASTIAN STAN SHARPER World Premiere February 7th, 2023

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my mind short circuited reading this omg. this is so cute, i can’t wait for more😭💗🫶

I just think that if one time, while they are engaged, Peach called Baker Bucky hubbby on accident, his brain would short-circuit 😂🥰

Summary: Bucky loves the fact that he's going to be your husband

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

CW: Bucky being LoveStruck.

A/N: Written on my phone.

Bucky's chatting with the farmer in front of his stall, balancing a wicker basket of freshly harvested plums on his hip. Every so often, his gaze strays to the left, his warm blue eyes drifting up and down your bundled-up body.

A smile tugs at his lips because he's the only one in this market who knows that underneath your oversized coat, his sweater (that you stole just as he was about to put it on), and those pants that make him want to bite one of your cheeks, you're wearing his marks like they're your favorite jewels.

You're not far away, standing in a booth covered in handcrafted plushies, knick-knacks and holiday ornaments. Although if he's being honest, any distance away from him is too far. So he ends the conversation, telling Frank he'll be back next week to try out his apricots.

Five long strides and he's within earshot of you.

"I have to get this, it reminds me so much of my husband. Soon to be anyway," you laugh, picking up the miniature stuffed bear wearing a baker's hat and holding a tiny croissant. "He's going to love this."

Bucky feels his heart stop. It hits his ribcage and stops right in his chest. Emotions billow inside him, warming more than the autumn sun ever could. His grip loosens on the basket, a few plums hitting the tall, damp grass with a faint plop.

Husband. He likes the sound of it on your lips. Your husband. He's going to be your husband.

You turn your head, a smile forming. "Bucky are you alright?"

"No. Yes. I-yes," he stammers out, closing the distance between you, his hands reaching for your face. He's disoriented and he knows he's not making sense but the part of brain that's still functioning knows it wants you, needs you right now.

"Wha-Bucky!" You quickly grab the handle of his basket, saving the rest of his plums. You have seconds to slide the basket onto the booth and then his lips are on yours.

The kiss is—well you understand what people mean when they say time stopped because that's how it feels with his soft lips molding over yours, his large hands cupping your face, your fingers sliding through his hair.

He's passionate and desperate and sinfully sweet. His kiss leads to another and another. Around the seventh time he slides his lips over yours, you decide you can easily spend the rest of your life kissing this man.

But you are blocking Sarah's booth and is she—yeah she's taking a picture, you and Bucky are going to be the talk of her bingo night. You break the kiss, leaning back when he instinctively follows you with a low displeased groan like you just snatched his favorite dessert from him.

"C'mere," he mumbles. "Just one more Peach."

Moving to your tiptoes, you brush your lips over his , swiftly pulling back before he can capture your mouth again. Giggling softly when he makes a disgruntled noise in his throat, you pat his chest, ignoring his pout. "We can finish this when we get home Bucky."

Or when you get to the car. Judging by the look in his eyes, its going to be the car.

"You wanna tell me what brought that on?" you ask as you hand a grinning Sarah a twenty.

A blush flares across his rounded cheeks, pressing his kiss swollen lips together, he shrugs one broad shoulder. Your words play in his mind and he briefly wonders if you'd let Bruce marry the two of you right now, right here in the middle of the farmers market. His gaze sweeps over face, lingering on your gorgeous eyes. No, he can wait, you deserve the wedding of your dreams. Until then he'll dream about being your husband.

Realizing you're still waiting for his answer, Bucky clears his throat, wraps his arm around you and picks his basket and miniature baker up.

"Just felt like kissing you." Always will.

"That's fine with me," you hum, leaning into his side. "Love you Bucky."

His response is a quick as it is genuine. "I love you too Peach." With everything he has.

#ella’s series recs📜🤎 #ella’s fic recs📖🌠 #ella is currently faxxing her therapy bill📠📩

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Gordon Ramsey low key grandaddy tho🤤🤰

not gordon.. pls

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🖤 🧡🧛🏽‍♀️for being a badass with a good heart, have a pair of fangs to bite your favorite mutuals! 🧛🏽‍♀️🧡🖤 (Pass it on to your favs)

heheh ilysm :0🫶

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no this is the perfect collage omg ily& pornstache daddies

happy spooky day from me and my beloved buckultranos

PORNSTACHE DADDIES. HOW I’VE MISSED THEM!!! HAPPY SOOOKY DAY HEHEH

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bumblebee is so cute pls. she is the number one cause of my baby fever (even though i don’t want kids lol)

Has bumblebee ever called her dad 'punk' any other such name? ...You know under the influence of Steve and Sam.....

How did malyshka and Bucky react to that?

No. She's called him James once or twice but she hasn't called him any other names. She doesn't like when people Steve tease her Papa.

Steve figured out quickly that the feisty little girl is protective of her father.

One morning, they're all in his living room to go over some paperwork. Bumblebee wakes up early and bounces in the room to show off her new Winnie the Pooh onesie.

A few minutes later, Steve makes some off the cuff remark, calling Bucky a punk and little Bee was not about to let that slide, immediately, earnestly correcting her uncle.

Steve can't resist teasing her. He points at Bucky, who's ruefully shaking his head. "Hate to tell you but he's a punk, Bumblebee."

Bee gasps, her large eyes widening in offense. "No punk, that's Papa."

Sam, playing along, shrugs when Bee turns to him for help. "I dunno know, he looks like a punk. Maybe a jerk too."

Bee putting her tiny hands in the air, lets out a frustrated sigh. "No he's Papa. He looks like a Papa. I knows it."

She glares at the two mobsters, brows scrunching, shaking her little finger as she explains that her Papa is not a punk or jerk and does it so seriously that both of them are struggling not to laugh.

Her Winnie the Pooh ears flop back and forth as she confidently waddles over to Bucky, hand out and asks for his picture card—it takes Bucky a minute to realize she wants his ID. She takes it from him with a grin. "Tank you."

Bucky smothers his laugh when she wadddles back over, waving his ID at her uncles. "See! He's Papa. Not punk."

Sam crouches down, studying the picture before nodding once. "You're right," he glances over his shoulder at Steve. "Your uncle Steve is the punk, not your Papa."

"Yes," She says, relieved. "I knows my Papa."

Sam leans over, whispering in her ear, her eyes bounce between her uncles, her bright smile causing her chubby cheeks to pop out. She cups her hand around her mouth and says something back to Sam.

Bucky and Steve watch, intrigued. After another round of furtive conversation, Bumblebee tilts her head back, looking Steve right in his eyes.

"Uncle Steve looks like a big dorito," she giggles, clapping her hand over her mouth. "Uncle dorito."

Sam and Bucky are quiet for a good ten seconds before breaking into raucous laugher.

Steve playfully growls and lunges at her. She shrieks in between giggles, running to Bucky for protection while she calls him all the silly names Sam taught her.

#ella’s fic recs📖🌠

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happy spooky day from me and my beloved buckultranos

PORNSTACHE DADDIES. HOW I’VE MISSED THEM!!! HAPPY SOOOKY DAY HEHEH

#ella loves c🧜‍♀️🌷 #c is for cursed images #c is gonna catch these hands through the screen (non romantically) #pornstache daddies are back :d!!!

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3 things i love about you

YOU ARE A BAD BITCH <3

how fucking sweet you are <3

youre fucking gorgeous <3

ILYSMOHMYGOD???? UR LITERALLY MY HYPE WOMAN???? LIKE????

i love u so much and you never fail to make me smile😭💗

#ella loves c🧜‍♀️🌷 #c has all my love (real)

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I LOVE U THE MOST-EST

HI I LOVE YOU AND YEAH

Ellaaaa my bby!! You know for a fact that I love you the most

#c my baby

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when a hot fictional man commits atrocities i’m like. where are your morals? where is your dignity? where do you live? when can i come over?

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Me when you when you after you when you

me when you. when you. when you

#i love you so much #ella loves c🧜‍♀️🌷

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hey!!👋🏽👋🏽

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ty for this fun tag!!

tags: @bellasburdens @moonbeambucky @this-is-a-job-for-vesemir @buckycuddlebuddy and to whoever wants to do it!!!

cute halloween/holidays themed picrew!!

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#tag game⭐️ #ella and her moots👥💎

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You always prove to be such an amazing person and someone I wanna keep in my life forever!! Keep being you and never stop🔪

Love,

C

c im gonna fucking cry. i love you so so much. im so glad you came back!!

#ella’s mail💌🎟 #ella loves c🧜‍♀️🌷 #ella loves her moots🌸💓 #will murder anyone who says shit abt c

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hehe ily u so much<333

my wife is back and i’ve missed her and if any of you do her wrong i will bark at you @atelierofmine