Omg this article from People got me all in my feels about Anthony and Sebastion 🥹🥹🥹:
"I got a text that went, 'What's up player' and I was like, um 'Not much. How are you?' " Stan said, impersonating Mackie, 46, with a laugh.
"And he was like, 'When you come in, where are you staying at?' And I was like, uh, 'I don't know yet, Anthony. I don't have my place yet,' " Stan added, saying his costar and friend responded with, "Don't be like that."
And then there’s this little gem from a different article, Sebastion talking about Anthony:
"[Filming] Thunderbolts*, let me tell you, it was a much quieter year for me because I didn’t see Anthony Mackie," the actor teased. "So, I’ll say that. Although I miss Anthony Mackie like daily, and it’s something I don’t like to admit."
Also a reminder that Mackie did this when Harrison Ford was reading out Sebastian’s name at the Golden Globes.
Summary: You agreed to arrange marriage when you were little, after seeing who you are to marry. You wish you could go back.
Warnings- violence, guns/weapons, illegal stuff, drugs, fluff if you squint, smut eventually, Sharon being a bitch, swearing.. That's all I can think of but every chapter will have its own warnings.
(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)
Part 1 -here
Part2 -here
Part3 -here
Part4 -here
Part5 -here
(Yes, I liked my own blogs, OK? Also, if you don't like this sort of thing or my writing, please just don't read it. I honestly love feedback, but hateful messages are not welcome xx)
Warnings: There’s some stabbing and hospital angst, but ends with lots of fluff :) 💖
Summary: (Y/N) gets hurt during a mission and wakes up to find Bucky waiting for her.
A/N: I hope you guys like this one !! 💖💖 Please let me know if you did or if you have any ideas on how I can improve my writing :) K hope you guys have a great day 💖💖💖
Ducking under the fist that flew through the air, (Y/N) blew a strand of hair that had come loose out of her face, bringing her head back up to kick the heavily-dressed man back, making him stagger backwards a few steps. Groaning, she glared furiously at her feet, flinging the glittering stilettos off them. Hearing a chuckle, she rolled her eyes at the man on her left, "Babe, don't even, you have no idea what those are like". A few painful thumps followed before he responded, clearly amused, "Whatever you say Doll".
Focusing her full attention back to the men in front of her, she yanked the weighted gun out from her hidden holster, confidently making shots, eardrums used to the familiar ringing. Spotting the leader escape through the glass doors into the pitch-black, her gaze flickered to Bucky, "Go".
He began to protest, torn between her and the target, "But I-".
"Bucky, shut up and go", she responded turning to face him, aiming and landing two bullets in the man behind him, giving him a pointed look, "I can handle myself".
Frowning, he groaned defeatedly, taking off in the same direction, leaving her to the henchmen.
Sighing, she shook her head, eying the men surrounding her, before running and throwing herself onto one of them, pointing and shooting with the other, causing two of them to go limp and fall to the ground, as he collapsed to the ground, the impact of his skull against the hard tile, creating an unpleasant thump. Pushing herself of the ground, she peered at the last one, squeezing the trigger as she lined up the shot, frowning profusely when she was met with blank clicking noises, "Oh come on". The man seeing her sudden weakness, lunged forward, sinking a sharp-edged blade deep into her stomach. Her eyes flickering to the worn handle that stuck out from her body, she scowled at him, "Rude", yanking it out, a blooming heat spreading from the wound, ramming herself toward him, knocking him to the ground. Flipping herself back up, she twisted her fingers around the first thing she saw, a broken chair leg, swinging it into his face.
Panting, she lowered herself to the ground, leaning on the pristine, cream-colored walls, pressing her palm against the gash, cursing when it stained her skin a deep crimson. Clutching the bloodied knife in her hands, she jaggedly cut the skirt of her dress, holding the silky, navy material against the blooming spot on her lower torso, a burning sting spreading through her body. Her eyes fluttered dangerously, the room beginning to blur and spin as her head lolled side to side, her mind cloudy and disobedient though she knew she should stay awake. "Just a second", she spoke in unusually hushed tones, shutting her eyes, the world around her going dark.
Tugging the seat closer to the bed, he couldn't help but slip his hand in hers, swiping his palm across his forehead in frustration and guilt, the sound of the dim, monotonous monitors beeping in the background mixed with voices of doctors and patients outside the room. They had told him that he could go back, wash up and return in the morning, but he couldn't bear to leave her, not like this, the thought of their shared apartment without her constant, endless giggles was like his own personal hell. The bed too big, too cold without her soft frame snuggled up to his, placing tender kisses against his skin.
The guilt he felt for leaving her poured over him, spilling out, the image of her lying on the patterned tile of the room still too raw in his mind. Crimson handprints marked all around the space around her, a lump of soaked cloth fallen to her side, her body limp on the ground, a dark, blooming stain on her torso, making his heart sink to the bottom of his chest. He scrambled towards her, lightly tapping her face, cursing under his breath at the lack of response, only hope the faint, airy breaths that still escaped her parted lips, as he scooped her into his arms.
He continued to watch her, unable to tear his eyes from her, raising a hand to tuck a strand of her hair behind her head, frowning at the small pieces that were still stiff and matted with blood. Digging around in the chipped, aged bedside table, he pulled a worn-out cloth, dampening it with his bottled water, lightly patting at the knotted, splotched strands, causing the fabric to turn a dreary red-brown color. He ran the wet strand of hair, curling due to the moisture, through his fingers, biting down hard on his lips, trying and failing to control the hot, salty tears that fell down his face, dripping and blotching the bed sheets. Distraughtly wiping his palms across his red-rimmed eyes, he laced his fingers with hers, pulling up her hand to his lips to place a kiss against it, pleading, "Please wake up".
She squinted her eyes, coming to focus on a bright white light in the center of the ceiling, raising a hand to block it out, wrinkling her nose at the clean, sterile smell that surrounded her. A dull ache in her lower stomach made her reach for it, grimacing as she pushed herself up with her elbows, eyes going wide as she felt the rough, textured mesh of gauze, thickly wrapped around her, the memories washing back over her. She smacked her palm against her forehead, how does one forget they got stabbed ?
Blinking rapidly, she urged herself to focus on the room around her, noticing another, empty bed opposite her, the sheets tucked in neatly. The couch in the corner of the room, was sunk in, vaguely making out the shape of another person, with a thin, dull blanket, tousled over it, half of it hanging on the floor, like someone had just left. Her suspicions confirmed when Bucky slugged in, rubbing at his eyes, dark circles under them, a cup of steaming coffee clutched loosely in between his fingers, quick to rush to her side when his gaze focused on her.
Pressing himself gently against her frame, careful not to hurt her, he sighed in relief, reaching a hand to stroke the back of her head, wanting to feel the touch of her skin on his, the image of her slack, unconscious body charred in his mind. Pulling back, the edges of his lips curled down into a frown, "I told you I should have stayed", rubbing along his face in frustration.
Shrugging her shoulders, she sent him a weak smile, "Its fine Buck, I'm fine", placing a hand on his, grimacing at the punctured IV needles under her skin.
"No it isn't, (Y/N) you got stabbed", he exclaimed, gesturing to the chunky bandage wrapped tightly across her torso.
"But you were there and I-", she began, trying to reassure the man who watched her with concern, only to be quickly cut off.
"And what if I wasn't ? What if I didn't get there on time ?", he snapped at her, eyebrows furrowed together, voice becoming for unsteady and hushed as he trailed on, "What if you-".
Cupping his cheek, she tilted his head down to meet her gaze, stroking gently, "Babe, it's a job hazard that can't be avoided, you know that just as well as me", her expression softening when she noticed his red, puffy eyes.
Glancing around the room, he shook his head, moving to sit on the edge of her bed, the cheap mattress sinking in under their collective weight, "I- I know, I just- I don't know what I would have done if- if you-", his words coming out cracked and hesitant, making her heart ache for him.
Shifting closer to him, she rested her forehead against his, delicately running her fingers through his mousy brown locks, whispering, "I- I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time", tilting her head up to connect their lips, moving together delicately for a sweet kiss. Breaking the kiss, she rested her head on his shoulder, tugging his arm playfully, causing him to chuckle and climb onto the narrow bed with her, deliberately letting half of his body hand of the side, as to give her more room. "Plus one would have to work harder than a stab wound to get me away from you Barnes", she spoke in a mockingly serious manner, pressing her lips together tightly to stifle her giggles, which proved to be ineffective when he rolled his eyes lovingly causing her to burst out into laughter.
(Y/N) readjusted herself on the pillows, frowning furiously at the fluffy, misshapen lumps, as she tried to reshape them to better suit her needs, aggressively smacking her arms into them, creating dull thumping noises, that overpowered the soft chatter from the television.
Balancing a bowl of popcorn in his arms, Bucky couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the battle that unfolded on their bed, his girlfriend angrily chopping the pillows, oblivious to his figure behind her. Clearing his throat, she spun around to face him, giving him a dead-panned look, "Its not doing its job", promptly going back to the task at hand. Moving closer to her, he set the bowl down on the bedside table, trying hard to push down the growing laughter in his throat, "Doll, I think the pillows had enough conviction for now", lowering himself into the clean, silky sheets, next to her. Grinning widely, she lightly smacked his arm, moving to snuggle in closer to his side, rummaging her hand through the bowl, collecting a large heap of popcorn before stuffing it into her mouth. He couldn’t help but admire her, thick locks pulled up into a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face, a piece of popcorn sticking to the side of her lips, eyes glittering as she turned to peck his cheek tenderly. Using a free hand he tilted her face back to his, connecting their lips gingerly, before letting his other hand trail up her leg, gently squeezing, causing her to gasp, allowing him to deepen the kiss. She moaned softly into it, curling closer into his frame, letting her fingers tangle themselves in his deep, umber locks, causing a confident smirk to spread across his face.
Pulling away, she nestled closer into his side, tucking her head in the crook of his neck, her arms resting on his chest. Tugging her closer to him, he intertwined their legs, humming contently at the warmth that she radiated, wrapping his arms around her body delicately, pecking the top of her head, whispering “I love you”. An affectionate smile spread across her face, as she cranes her neck to cup his cheek, lovingly stroking the flushed skin, “Love you too, darling”.
Me realizing I might not get Stackie content until the next Avengers promo tour:
They weren't even in touching distance for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier promo tour and now they in separate Marvel movies!
Can someone do a wellness check for Stackie? 'Cause I have never seen Sebastian be in the same geographical location as Anthony Mackie and Mackie doesn't seek his guy Sebastian out like they are two magnets attracted to each other. Go look at the old promo videos. Sebastian can be riding solo and Mackie swoops in and starts complimenting the hell out of Sebastian.
But no, Marvel like "Since Covid can't keep you apart, we will." WHY THEY BLOCKING MY BLESSINGS? I can't win for losing. Bet you some prissy Mom saw the boys rolling in the flowers and was like 'Karen Powers activated' or saw their more raunchier promo appearances and wanted to shut it down.
I'm seriously going through withdrawals. Lol, am I the only one going through it? Is my love for Stackie that strong that only I am feeling sad about the separate projects?
Like they already have enough seperate projects irl. Keep these actors together at least in Marvel. Or at least until I give me my damn gay movie Sabastian teased us about. But knowing my luck they'll have the gay movie and not even be love interests. Just leave me to sulk in peace.😫 😩
