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buckybarnesandmarvel · 13 days

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𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬

pairings: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: none i think

summary: you wake seb up to see the northern lights

a/n: this is in honour of the northern lights in the uk last night! sadly i missed it but i hope i'll see it tonight! this fic was originally meant to be for the jupiter sighting last year but i never got around to finishing it and it got too late, so i tweaked it a bit for this

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"Seb. Psst. Sebby. Baby. Seb. Seb. Seb." You whispered, gradually growing louder as you tried to wake the sleeping man next to you.

Sebastian groaned next to you, bringing a hand up to rub his face, squinting his eyes, adjusting them to the darkness in confusion.

"Baby. What? Are you okay? What time is it?"

“Like... 1am, but c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” You grabbed his shoulder and shook him playfully, gently.

“And why, angel, may I ask, do you want me to get out of bed at 1am?”

You raise your brows, giving him a look, to which he looks confused, before his face lit up in an instant.

“Wait. That’s now?”

“Yes!”

Without another moment of hesitation, Sebastian threw the covers off, and threw on a t-shirt. You laughed at how eager he was, but you also relished his happiness, taking in joy from the happy, childlike smile on his face.

The two of you heard about this event earlier and immediately set an alarm for later that night, what with the both of you being space nerds. You both loved dates where you would just camp out and watch the stars for hours at a time, cuddling close, just enjoying the night sky together..

You guys quickly went to the balcony. You had done it up a few months ago after getting lucky with a big space. There was a small hammock chair swing on one end, a small table and couple of normal chairs at the other, free space in the middle.

As mid-May approached, the weather was warm, only a light breeze bristling past. Luckily, the sky was clear so you had a good view of the stars above.

The sky was illuminated in stroked of pink, purples and flickering whites, a bit of yellow, blue and green peeking through the magenta curtains of the lights. You both stood there in awe, never experiencing something of this great beauty before. You were incredibly excited as this had been on your bucket list for years.

Sebastian stood next to you, rocking back and forth on his feet. His hands were on your hips as he took in the view of the ethereal lights around him. The cars below were less frequent, only a few passing by. The neighbours’ lights were off, except for the odd one or two. The darkness on the streets gave an even clearer view of the sky, and for that, you were grateful.

"Did you bring your phone? You whisper to him. You smile as he wordlessly hands you it from his pocket. You swipe away from the picture of the both of you on the lock screen and go to the camera, taking a variety of photos you guys will cherish.

Sebastian moved around and you looked to see what he was doing, where he was going. He sat in the soft, swinging chair, pulling you towards him by the waist. You smiled and lay with him between his legs, your back against his chest. You turned slightly, angling your head to look up to him as he placed a kiss to your forehead.

You felt Sebastian's arms snake under your (his) shirt and wrap around your waist, resting on your stomach, his thumb gently stroking the skin underneath. You smile and wiggled back, getting more comfortable as you both looked up to the sky again.

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sorry this is so short!

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spaceyaceface · 11 months

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You Were The First

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Ominis Gaunt has never known affection. He has never known how it felt to love---to be loved. She came and changed all of it.

Or, Ominis gets love because by god does he deserve it.

Warnings: Mentions/Implications of child abuse

God, I loved writing this. Thank you so much for the request, anon!

When Ominis Gaunt fell in love, he fell slowly.

It was all the little things she did—the little things that made up who she was. Her kindness. Her patience. Her touch.

Before meeting her, touch meant nothing but pain. It was kicking and screaming as his mother dragged him along by his arm, harsh shoves from uncaring hands toppling to the ground, a cruel hand curled over his own, taking any control he might have and forcing a curse out of him.

He’d been avoiding it ever since. Even Sebastian and Anne knew his aversion, careful not to grab him or brush against him.

But somehow, she made his walls come tumbling down.

Perhaps he started to fall that first time she saved him a seat at breakfast.

It was one of the first breakfasts of their sixth year—the Great Hall was bustling, students running back and forth to catch up with friends and share adventures from over the summer. That was exactly what Sebastian was doing; he could hear his friend’s loud laugh as he spoke to someone at the Hufflepuff table. He’d expected her to be doing the same, her popularity as the Hero of Hogwarts was unmatched. Surely everyone would want to know what she’d been up to.

He’d just settled on the idea of grabbing an apple off the table and leaning against the wall well out of harm’s way when a voice called out to him. Her voice.

“Ominis! Ominis, right here, I’ve saved a seat for you!”

His mouth fell open—just slightly. “You… you saved a seat…?”

“Yes, now get over here before Sebastian barrels past and steals it, I wouldn’t put it past him,” she said, smile obvious in her voice.

And so he obliged.

He settled down on the bench, all thoughts of retreating to some far corner vanishing as she began to rattle on about her summer. In turn, he answered all her questions about his own time, best he could with the way his head was spinning. Of everyone in the school, she had saved a spot for him. She allowed him to take all her time, steal away every morsel of her attention. There was a lightness that came with that thought. A warm feeling he couldn’t quite name—not yet.

But now that he’d felt it, he knew he’d starve for it.

The next step into his descent was the first time she placed her hand on his arm.

Herbology was always a bit chaotic—not nearly as much as Potions, no thanks to a certain Gryffindor—but chaotic nonetheless. Professor Garlick had laid out all the necessary tools and supplies on each table, and after her brief explanation on how to prune and shape the plants in front of them, she set them loose.

Sebastian stood to Ominis’s right, grabbing some small cutters and starting on his plant quickly.

“Sebastian, you’re making a mess of it already. She said to start from the top and go down, didn’t you hear a word she just said?” a voice said from his left.

Ominis chuckled. “Since when has Sebastian ever been one to listen to anything?” He reached forward, grabbing his own cutters. He heard his friend grumble under his breath. “Don’t pout, you know I’m right.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not offended by it,” Sebastian said.

“You’re offended by everything, Seb,” she said.

“What is this? Attack Sebastian Sallow Day?”

“No, but I’d be an avid celebrator if there was such a thing.”

As Sebastian continued mumbling complaints, he felt it—her hand, just barely resting on his arm. “Sorry,” she said softly, leaning forward and across the table. “I’m just grabbing the fertilizer.” And then her touch was gone.

It was nothing. Just a simple indication that she was there, making sure a blind man didn’t accidentally stab her with a sharp object. And yet it felt… different, somehow. His skin was tingling as he tried to resume his work with the plant. It was only later he realized that, unlike so many times others had made a similar motion, he hadn’t flinched or pulled away.

In spite of himself, he sort of wished she would do it again.

He came to a realization the first time she explained a Quidditch match to him.

The realization was thus—she was even more kind than anyone he’d ever met. It was her very first match, and she had been elated to attend after Professor Black had announced the continuation of the sport at the beginning of the year. Normally, Ominis wouldn’t care too much about it. He rarely went to matches in previous years, only being dragged along by Sebastian when Slytherin was up in the running to take the cup. Crowds weren’t his thing. And trying to understand anything that was going on based solely off the oohing and ahhing of a crowd gave him a headache. But this year, Sebastian was making his debut as Slytherin’s Keeper, and that paired with her excitement to see the match was enough to draw him out to the stands.

They sat next to each other, nestled into the crowd of Slytherins eagerly anticipating the game. He could only imagine how high up they were—there had been plenty of stairs to indicate it was nothing insignificant. The breeze that high up was cooler, and Ominis was grateful for it, allowing himself to focus on it instead of the people pressing in all around him.

But when the match started, his focus shifted entirely to the soft voice next to him.

In the past, he had always found the commentary on the match entirely unhelpful, and even more uninteresting. He could never get a picture of what was going on—the announcer would always press opinions on players and use the names of the different plays, which was ridiculous because Ominis had no clue what any of the plays meant.

She, on the other hand, explained it all wonderfully.

She wasn’t perfect—not even close, stumbling over words and gasping at times when an action surprised her. But for the first time, Ominis could follow. He found himself cheering, breath catching as he heard the whoosh of a broom overhead. The tone and expression in her voice was so lively, so dedicated, he wanted to take part in it.

“Weasley’s flying fast toward the goals,” she commented. “Blimey, he should be Seeker with that speed. Imelda’s flown into his path, he’s going to crash—No, he dodged her, straight over her head—he’s throwing the Quaffle, come on Seb—YES!”

He let out a cry of celebration as his friend beside him whooped and hollered, cheering loudly for Sebastian. It wasn’t long until they won the match, and the crowd of Slytherins roared like a raging sea. He followed her out of the stands and into the common room, where a party was already commencing. Sebastian managed to break away from his adoring fans. The Hero of Hogwarts leapt up and nearly pushed him over in a wild embrace. Sebastian laughed.

“You were wonderful out there!” she said, pulling away.

Ominis could hear the grin in his friend’s voice. “I couldn’t let your first match be a disappointment, now could I?” His feet shifted, turning to Ominis. “And really, Ominis, thank you for coming. I know Quidditch isn’t your favorite.”

“If I’m honest, I rather enjoyed myself,” he said. He nodded his head toward her beside him. “This one has a knack for explaining the game. She told me enough that I can sincerely say, well played.”

“Then seems like you’ll have to go to all of the matches together,” Sebastian said.

Ominis frowned. “Well, I wouldn’t want to impose on—”

“No, I like that idea,” she said. His heart beat a bit faster. “I want you to be able to enjoy it just as much as the rest of us, Ominis.”

He couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the night. When Sebastian asked about it, he blamed it on having too much Butterbeer.

When he let her lead him by his arm that very first time, he knew he trusted her.

He’d known for a while—but now, through his actions, he had admitted it to her. To himself.

Winter had set in. The two of them left the Three Broomsticks, bundled up and ready for the cold. He reached for his wand, pausing when he heard her speak up beside him.

“Your hand is going to freeze holding it out like that all the way to the castle. I can lead you, if you’d like.”

He pondered it for a moment—only a moment—and then he gave in.

“If you think it’ll keep me from getting frostbite.”

He sucked in a breath as her arm looped around his. How had she done it so gently? After a second, when he’d begun to breathe properly, he nodded. “Off we go, then.”

It was strange, how he had surrendered so easily. When he had first gotten his wand, the world finally felt livable. He no longer had to shuffle around, arms outstretched, waiting for his brothers to jump out at him. He could fend for himself. Prove his independence. There was no longer a need to rely on anyone.

Why did he rely so effortlessly on her?

The truth came to him with a sudden thought as she took him through the streets, navigating expertly through the throng of students returning to the castle. He trusted her. She had always looked out for him. Cared when he felt no one else did. She made efforts to be around him, to involve him, even when he tried to push away. Ominis Gaunt did not trust easily. But she had proved herself worthy of that sentiment in every turn.

The slight tug of her arm in his jolted him back to that moment. “We’re at the stairs,” she said quietly. “There’s six of them.”

He’d trust her with his life.

They seemed to walk closer and closer together as the castle drew nearer. It was the cold, he told himself. Just the instinctual craving for warmth drawing their sides together. Simple as that.

But they still walked arm in arm through the halls of Hogwarts, leaving the excuse of the chill and snow far behind them.

The first time she held his hand, he finally felt alive.

Their sixth years had come to a close and the Hogwarts Express was waiting to take them home. They’d spend the last few months in what he considered bliss. They stopped looking for excuses to take each other's arms at some point—just letting it happen. Strolls on the castle ground. Between classes. Anywhere and everywhere they went together. Sebastian teased them a bit at the action, but Ominis claimed it was just easier than using his wand. He didn’t have to concentrate on a spell while walking about. It was true—but really, it hadn’t been inconvenient the five years before that, had it?

But now his dear friend gave a low sigh beside him. “This crowd is awful,” she said, glowering at the students around them. “I don’t know how we’re going to make it on the train in time.”

“I’m sure we’ll be—”

He stopped mid sentence, feeling her fingers interlock with his.

“I think I see a path, come on now.”

She nearly tipped him over as she pulled him along. He managed to remember how to walk just in time to catch himself, allowing her to lead him through the hustle and bustle around them. How did this feel so entirely different than being led by her arm? How could he only focus on how soft the skin of her knuckles felt under his thumb? How could he feel like he was dreaming, but never felt more aware in the same moment?

They stopped in front of the train, doors open before them. She didn’t let go. Neither did he. But the train let out a whistle, and the sound brought him back in an instant. Their hands dropped, and the loss of the intimate feeling of her fingers between his knocked the air out him like the perfect Depulso.

“We made it,” she said softly.

“Barely.”

She laughed. He might as well have been a fish for how much he was struggling to breathe. “I’ll see you soon,” she said, voice softening.

“I wish I could say the same,” he said, smirking. He felt her hit his arm, stifling a laugh.

“You’re awful.”

“You’re the one who laughed.”

“Goodbye, Ominis,” she said, still chuckling. After a moment, she spoke again, a little quieter. “I’ll write you.”

His stomach flipped. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Then she was gone, taking part of him with her.

He knew he was in love the moment he got her first letter.

What was it some fool had once said? Absence makes the heart grow fonder? What a load of dung.

Absence made the heart ache so much it nearly killed him. And it had only been a day.

He knew it was from her the moment the lingering scent of her perfume hit him. He smiled. She kept her word—he had never doubted she would. He was just relieved she had done so so soon.

Quickly, he pulled out his wand and transfigured the words on the parchment, running his fingers over them. He paused where she had written his name. Every letter filled him with warmth as he poured over the short letter.

Dear Ominis,

I realize we only saw each other yesterday, but I wanted to assure you it wasn’t an empty promise when I said I would write you.

I really don’t have too much to share—my mother was more than pleased to see me, of course. Wailed when I came home as if I’d come back from the dead. She’s still not used to me being away for so long. I’ve just begun unpacking, and honestly, it just makes me wish I was back at Hogwarts with you and Sebastian.

How are you? I do hope you’re alright. I worry about you going home, you know. I can’t help it. I’ll be inviting both you and Sebastian to my home as soon as I’m settled in—please do survive until then.

Yours,

He closed his eyes as he felt her name beneath his fingertips. She was worried about him. She’d be inviting him. The warmth and elation he felt was so unlike the cold halls that surrounded him. He could survive—he’d do it for her.

How she could make him feel happiness—hope—in a house so tainted with pain was beyond him. He never would he have thought he could have a moment of something good there, a memory worth keeping after he abandoned the place.

Finally, he had a name for that warmth, the one that overtook him every time she crossed his thoughts. Love. Deep, profound, and lasting. It was more than he could have imagined, overwhelming and pure. How could he have lived to this point without it?

He read the letter once more before pulling out his quill and beginning to write.

The first time he thought she might feel the same coincided with the first time she laid her head on his shoulder.

She had kept yet another of her promises. It was only a couple of weeks before he was off to her house, finally free from the suffocating marble halls of the manor. His escape lasted only for ten days, but it gave him what he needed to keep going.

Though being with her was definitely what fueled him the most.

Laughing with her and Sebastian made the stress of being around his parents melt off of him much faster than he would have imagined. Their ten days had been full of exploring the woods around her house, of playing Gobstones, of laying in fields and telling old stories.

Ten days of her hand brushing his as they sat together. Ten days of catching his breath when she spoke. Ten days of falling harder than he ever thought possible.

Because now that he knew what it was he was feeling, it was there in everything she did. He was drowning in it, and he’d stay under with a smile on his face.

Sebastian bid them farewell on that final evening. Ominis would be gone back home in the morning—he tried desperately to push that thought away, focusing instead on spending every moment with her he could. They’d wandered to the overgrown park not far from her home, coming to rest on a bench hidden away in the trees. Crickets sang around them, and Ominis basked in the cool summer night by her side.

“Are you going to be ok when you go back?” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper.

He gave a small smile, one he hoped was reassuring. “I’ve lived this long. Two more months will be nothing.”

She sighed. “It won’t be a full two months. I’ll make sure of it. If you can’t come here again, we’ll go to Sebastian’s.”

“You worry about me too much.”

“I think I worry just enough,” she stated simply.

Her words made his chest time. How could he ever begin to explain what they meant to him? She cared for him. It was enough to shatter him if he let it. He couldn’t say what he wanted to—not yet. He’d find a way, someday. But he told her what he could by reaching for her hand, locking their fingers together. And when she leaned into his side, head coming to rest on his shoulder, maybe, maybe, that was her way of saying she understood.

His stiff body slowly relaxed against hers, and he thought about nothing but the slow draws of her breath, the way her hair tickled against his jaw, the love he felt for the angel of the girl sitting pressed against him.

The first time she held him he fell apart.

Their little trio had stayed up late in celebration of their last school year, playing Exploding Snap well into the night. The Undercroft echoed their joyous sounds as the hours passed by, until Sebastian pulled himself away, saying he wanted to pay a visit to the Restricted Section for old time’s sake. It wasn’t long until she and Ominis were saying their goodnights to each other.

It had been a perfect last first day, exactly what he’d needed after spending so much time at the manor. He’d left for what he was determined to be the last time. There was no better way to celebrate.

He could think of no better way of ending it than saying goodnight to the girl he loved.

“Goodnight,” he said softly, a small smile on his lips.

“God, I missed you,” she breathed. “Goodnight, Ominis.”

But before he could open the door, her arms wrapped around his chest.

The result was immediate. His heart raced, and his throat grew tight. He couldn’t breath—how could he, with her holding him so tightly? Her head was against his chest, and for a split second he was afraid she might pull away when she heard the pound of it. It was that moment of fear that brought his arms around her, holding her to him like he had nothing left.

It felt like dying when she pulled away from him. She sucked in a breath. “Ominis, are you alright?”

“What… what do you—”

“You’re crying.”

She was right. He felt the tears, now, traitorously running down his face. He quickly brought up the sleeve of his robe to wipe them away.

“Is it something I did? I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”

“No,” he said quickly. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.” He took a shuddering breath. “I just… You’re the first person who’s ever…”

Ever what? There were a million ways he could finish that sentence, and all would be true. The first who had ever held me. The first who has ever cared so deeply. The first to touch him with nothing but kindness. She was the first person to break down his walls, to give him life, to let him love and be loved.

Somehow, she seemed to understand his silence. She took him into her arms once more, and he let himself come crashing down. Sobs worked their way through—both sadness and joy mingled together in an utter mess of emotion. How could he have gone his whole life without this? Without feeling safe, without outstretched arms to run to? But he had found it. A person he could call his home, who would hold him when he fell apart. He was grateful. So grateful.

They never went back up to their dorms that night.

He was determined today would be the first time he kissed her.

Since that night in the Undercroft, every touch between them felt natural. Part of their beings. He came to her effortlessly, letting his arms pull her to him. His hand felt foreign when it wasn’t in hers. But yet, he had yet to confess the depths of his feelings for her.

He knew exactly why—she was patient. They’d started this whole thing nearly two years ago now. She’d always gone at his pace, waiting for him to be ready for each new step. They didn’t need to say the words. It was obvious to both of them. But Merlin, he wanted to.

She needed to know just how much she meant to him. The joy she brought into his life without even trying. It had been a long time coming, but now, he was ready.

He’d taken her out to Hogsmeade. It was the perfect spring day—cool breeze carrying the scent of Butterbeer clear out of the Three Broomsticks. The sun was just beginning to set, and they were on course to return to the castle when he stopped her.

“Could I take you somewhere?” he said softly.

“Of course,” she said, a little perplexed. He smiled, taking out his wand to guide the both of them, other hand still in hers. He led them down a path, then turned sharply into the woods. The trail he followed was light barely there, mostly grown over by foliage. But he heard the sound of the creek and knew he was close.

The trees gave way into a small opening, the melody of water trickling just beyond it. He smiled.

“It’s lovely,” she said.

“Good. I hoped it would be.” His wand returned to his pocket, and he took both her hands, facing her.

It was her turn for her breath to catch. It was only fair after all the times he’d done so because of her. Did he look as lovesick as he felt?

“You are everything to me, do you know that?” he said softly. His hand reached up, following the curve of her neck up to her jaw, where it came to rest. “Everything.”

“Ominis…”

The way she breathed his name sent shivers through him. And her breath on his lips—Merlin, how had he waited so long?

“I love you.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond—he’d let her say it soon enough. But he needed to prove himself to her, show her just what he meant when he said everything. His lips came crashing down against hers, and at that moment he decided every second not spent kissing her was a second wasted. Like everything about her, she was gentle. She was warm. She was soft. Like everything about her, he couldn’t get enough. He thought he’d give her a chaste kiss, but he was only a man, and a starving one at that.

He only pulled away when his lungs felt like they would burst, and his chest heaved under her resting hand.

“I love you,” she said, voice hoarse. “God, I love you.”

He decided that night would be the second time he kissed her, too.

After that he lost count.

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adventuringblind · 7 months

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Drove With You Forever

Chapter 4.1: chaotic group texts

Max verstappen x reader x Lando Norris x Charles Leclerc x Oscar Piastri

Summary: Trio Chaos.

Warnings: Jos verstappen, lying about virginity, socks

Notes: Idk what this is leave me be

Masterlist

The trio

Maxy: I've decided that some good things come in threes

Y/N: such as?

Maxy: Us

Charlie: Is that it? Is that the only thing you can come up with?

Maxy: I was tryna be romantic :(

Y/N: I think it's cute!

Charlie: the three musketeers are also three

Charlie: I'm just saying

Charlie: The world doesn't revolve around us you know

Y/N: it's a miracle we've gotten this far

Unwanted Advances

Y/N: Out of curiosity... how do I tell someone to politely go away?

Maxy: Why?

Charlie: Tell them that Max is going to headbutt them if they don't stop

Y/N: This guy keeps telling me I'd look better in different clothes

Y/N: Considering that option

Max: Aren't you wearing a Ferrari shirt?

Charlie: Tell him Seb will send his bees to sting him

Y/N: He just said that he'd rather me be with no clothes on

Y/N: I feel like that defeats the purpose

Y/N: The bees will die, Charlie. we're sticking with Max for now.

Charlie: Good because I just saw Max running like a bull in your direction

Y/N: Well, he's in Redbull for a reason

Lewis

Charlie: I think Lewis is onto us 👀

Y/N: Onto us? Max said if anyone comes onto me that I should punch them

Maxy: That's in a sexual way

Y/N: There is more than one meaning?!

Charlie: let me rephrase

Charlie: I think Lewis knows we're dating

Maxy: Why do you say that?

Charlie: Because he asked me if we're dating

Charlie: and I panicked and said I'm a virgin

Maxy: Well, it was nice while it lasted

Socks and Shoes

Maxy: Y/N, baby, love of my life... why did I just see a picture of you walking around the paddock without shoes?

Y/N: because I hate them

Y/N: they make my feet feel weird

Y/N: My dad never made me wear shoes and I stepped on rusty nails all the time

Y/N: I think I can handle the sidewalk

Charlie: Amour... would you wear fuzzy socks? For our sanity please?

Y/N: Only if you bring me the matching blanket they came with -_-

Maxy: The things we do to keep you safe

Jos Verstappens A+ Parenting

Charlie: Fuck him

Charlie: I'm killing your dad Max, and you can't stop me

Charlie: Y/N, I need you to kill Jos for me

Y/N: Why me?! And why right now?!

Maxy: He walked by the Redbull garage and overheard him talking to an engineer

Y/N: He didn't stab him, did he?

Maxy: No, he just said something about you and me

Charlie: And he shall perish for his crimes

Charlie: I am the only one who gets to call you a dumbass and and a slut and that is reserved for special occasions.

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andydrysdalerogers · 4 days

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Love Lessons - Part Two

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Best Friend! Reader, Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Being an associate producer was never the goal but the stepping stone to be a writer. So when you work for Jimmy Fallon, you never know what will happen. Or who you will meet...

Warnings: Language, Alcohol use

Song: Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield (performed by Mary Lambert)

Part 2 of 3 Part 1 Here

Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I don't consent to my work being copied or translated at all.

One year later

It’s been a year since Sebastian had meet you and found out about your relationship with Chris. Sebastian had dumped Alejandra the next night after she had insulted you. But there was nothing he could do about your relationship with Chris. Chris was head over heels in love. It was sweet really. While Chris traveled, he asked Seb to keep an eye on you. “Don’t want anyone trying to steal my girl,” he said with a wink. If only he knew how much Sebastian himself wanted his girl. 

But as time went on, he got to know you better. You became one of his best friends. You talked about everything with him. 

“Should I get a tattoo?”

Sebastian looked up from the book he was reading. “YN, what?”

“A tattoo. I think I want to get one.” 

“Since when?”

“Since a couple of days ago. What do you think?” 

“I think for a girl with a low pain tolerance that’s a stupid idea.” 

“Chris has them,” you said pointedly.

“Chris could probably get stabbed and walk around for a few days before it would bother him. I pinch you too hard and you cry for days.” 

“That’s rude.” 

“That’s the truth softy. Pick something else that’s destructive but will not cause me to have to explain to your boyfriend why you’re crying so much.” 

That’s how you ended up with pink streaks in your hair that Chris was ok with.

Everyday it was a random conversation either in the phone or by text. Your texts were the highlight of his day.  They never failed to make him smile. 

YN: is it true that you made out with a guy S: yes for a show YN: which show S: there are a couple but I guess Political Animals YN: ok :) S: what are you doing YN: purchasing it S: no wait YN: too late. I’ll be back S: YN I swear… YN: you look good. So young. What happened S: I hate you YN: you love me

S: whatever

But it was the truth he loved you. Every day he fell more and more in love. You were perfect. But you were not his. 

You took vacations together, you, Chris and Sebastian. Usually joined with a girl Sebastian might be dating or with Anthony or Scott. You and a bunch of guys. You fit right in, never cramping their style, staying on Chris’s lap when they wanted to pick up chicks or in Scott’s case, another guy. You had actually introduced Scott to Steve, and it made you happy to see Scott so happy.

Sebastian tried to date. He really did. But no one compared to you. Your sweet disposition, your sassy side, your natural beauty. He had tasted your cooking and baking, understand now why Chris had to work out so much. You were scared of lightening and spiders, sometimes forcing Sebastian to come over and take care of you, even at 3 AM. He got to practice his Romanian with you, watching you crinkle your nose when you tried to think of the right word. You cared for Dodger as if he was your child, you loved your friends as much as your own family since you had no siblings. The Evans fit the mold you needed. In his eyes, you were perfect. And yes, still unattainable.

It didn’t stop him from hanging with you as much as possible. So much that it caused trouble for you in the press. One day Chris called Sebastian pissed off. “What are you playing at Stan?” 

“What are you talking about?”

“The pictures!”

“What pictures?”

“Of you and YN at that restaurant! You’re holding her hand looking pretty intimate.”

Sebastian thought back. It was the day your grandmother had died. You were unable to head home to Seattle right away and Chris immediately jumped on a flight to be with you. But while you waited, Sebastian had taken you to a café to get a drink and try to remain calm. He held your hand while you leaned into him, taking comfort in your best friend.  

“Chris, relax. That was the same day as her grandmother passing. You were still flying in and she needed a pick me up.” 

He could hear Chris taking a breath. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s ok. I know it looks bad but I promise nothing happened.” 

“I know. I trust you. I’m sorry. I’m just scared of losing her.” 

“Hey, won’t be because of me.” 

Famous last words spoken. Especially when the photos of Chris and Lily James hit the gossip sites. The photos were innocent really.  Just two friends hanging out. Of course, the media blew it out of proportion speculating that you and Chris were done. 

Sebastian read the articles and was picking up the phone to call you when there was a knock on the door. He got up and answered. “YN?” 

“Hi. Can I come in?” Your eyes and nose were red. Your posture defeated. 

“Yes of course.” He ushered you in and you sat on the couch. “Are you ok?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know how to feel right now.” 

“Have you talked to Chris?” 

“He’s on a plane right now. I don’t know if he knows about the pictures.  I didn’t want to be home and alone right now.” 

“Are you going to talk to him?”

You shrug unsure of what you wanted to do. The photos hurt even if he didn’t do anything.  The rumors were enough to leave you doubting. 

Sebastian sat next to you and took your hand. “YN, sweetie he would never do anything to hurt you. He loves you.” 

“He’s always gone. More now than ever.” 

“He’s working. It happens.” 

You curled into Sebastian, and he wrapped his arms around you as you cried. This was his chance. He could break you up and be there for you. But he couldn’t. You were still very much in love with his best friend. 

Love lesson #3: Don’t covet something you know you can’t have. It just leads to more heart break. 

The phone rang and you looked to see it was Chris. “I don’t want to answer.” 

“YN, you have to.  He’s got to be flipping out.” 

You sighed and picked up the phone. “Hi Chris… no I’m not… too many paps… at Seb’s… because I needed a friend… you’re never here Chris… well sorry but it hurt to see you with another woman… whatever Chris… fine… I said fine I’ll be there… ok bye.”  You hung up without telling him that you loved him. You looked at Sebastian. “He wants to meet for dinner.” 

“Good. Just give him a chance.” Sebastian smiled hiding his own heartbreak. 

You called Sebastian the day after. Chris had explained that they were just hanging out and nothing happened. You trusted him. And life moved on. 

You decided to move to Boston when Sebastian had to be in Los Angeles for his new show. You had started working for NBC as a writer, your dream job, so it was no longer necessary to stay in New York. And you didn’t want to be in the city alone when Chris was away, so Chris asked you to move in. That last day, you took Sebastian to the airport.  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” you said with a smile. 

“So, I’ll be stuck in the house doing nothing then,” he replied with a smirk. 

“Asshole,” you said with a smile.

“Brat.”

Your smile fell. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. Have fun in Boston. Call me. Any time.”

“I will. Love you Seb.” 

“Love you YN.” 

It was weird to be away from each other, but Sebastian still talked to you every day. He sent pictures of his fake tattoos one day. 

S: got tattoos before you did.  YN: no fair! Those real? S: YN really? YN: fine. I guess I could get them like you S: what does Chris think of your tattoo idea YN: his exact words were ‘babe you’ll cry and then hate me for letting you get one’ S: called it.  YN: hate you S: love you too

Sebastian had fun getting to know the crew and cast. He and Lily had good chemistry which considering all the sex scenes they had to film, that was good.  They talked in between takes. 

One day he got a message from you. 

YN: need to tell you something S: what YN: I miss you so much that Chris and I are coming out in a couple of weeks to visit S: cool. I miss you. You can meet Lily. 

He could see your eye roll. 

S: if you trust him this shouldn’t be an issue YN: fine. But only because I trust the both of you. 

Sebastian came up smiling.  Lily took notice. “What’s got you all happy?” 

“My best friends are coming for a visit. You’ve met Chris?” She nodded. “Him and his girlfriend, YN, are coming down. Haven’t seen them in a few months.” 

“He’s still with her?” Lily made a face. 

“What’s with the face?” 

“He made it seem like they were in the verge of breaking up. Only reason I went down on him.” She shrugged. 

Sebastian looked at her dead face. “What did you say?” 

“Yeah, in London. Had I known they were serious I would have walked away. That explains why he never called.”  She popped her gum. “Gotta get to makeup. See you.” She walked off. 

Sebastian held onto the trailer side. No. This couldn’t be happening. Chris said nothing happened. He reached for his phone to call him, but he stopped. He knew Lily liked to deadpan jokes. This has to be one of those times. 

He avoided your calls as much as he could sticking to texts, so it was easier to lie. Why break your heart if there was no proof. He hadn’t talked to Chris so there was no way to know. 

Two weeks later and he was waiting at arrivals for you and Chris.  He had flowers for you, and he rocked on his heels. Finally, he saw the broad shoulders of Chris come through, so he only had to look down to see you next to him.  

When you spotted him, you squealed and ran towards him. He caught you when you jumped and swung you around. Chris watched with an amused face at the reunion.  “Seb!” You cried hugging him tight. 

“YN! Chris! Missed you guys!” 

You bounced on the floor. “Ok why did you give her sugar?” Sebastian asked Chris earning him a classic Chris Evans laugh. 

“She’s excited all on her own.” 

“I am!” You said as you danced around them.  “Seb, Chris proposed!”  You flashed the princess cut diamond on your hand. 

Sebastian swallowed and forced his smile. “That’s amazing guys! Congratulations!”  He hugged Chris first and then you.  His heart broke. You were going to marry an unfaithful man. 

Love lesson #4: always be honest with the ones you love

Final lessons are next... Part 3

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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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I Promise

Elliot x GN! Reader

On the warm night of summer, Elliot watched them from across the room, how their hair shines in the light of the Saloon, how their face lit up with laughter and how flushed their cheeks were.

Across the bar Elliot watched (y/n) giggling with Abbigail and they looked like they were having the time of their lives, instead of being happy for them though Elliot wanted nothing more than to be the reason why (y/n) was laughing.

"You know," Leah said beside him. "If you really want them, why not go and ask them out."

Elliot felt his entire body froze.

"I…I couldn't do that, I don't even know if they like me."

"You said the kiss went well."

It did, the kiss was incredible, the best kiss he's ever had in his life, but he wasn't sure if (y/n) felt the same way.

They had hardly spoken since the kiss, and he wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Elliot." Leah said encouragingly, "Go talk to them."

"I will." Elliot insisted, "I just need more time."

"Time to do what?"

"Figure out what to say."

Leah groaned and let her face hit the table.

"You're a writer I'm certain you'll think of something."

"That's the thing though," Elliot said, "This isn't like writing my novel, this is like talking to everything you've ever wanted in a person and they're so perfectly imperfect that you feel like if you mess this up, that you won't recover."

Leah sighed and placed a hand on her best friends' shoulder.

"Well…you may want to think of something soon."

"Why?" Elliot said, feeling the panic soar in him.

He heard the floorboards creek as someone approached their table, Elliot looked up and saw Sam coming towards them.

"Hey uh can you take (y/n) home? I gotta take home Shane and Sebs taking home Abbigail."

"Of course." Elliot said without a second thought.

Ten minutes later the two were by the bus stop on their journey home. Elliot had opted to just carry the farmer bridal style.

Through their drunken haze (y/n) looked up at Elliot and smiled, the stars danced around his head, and the crescent moon made him look like he had half a halo around his head. The fireflies that danced around him only added to the ethereal glow that the night has already given the writer.

"My angel." (Y/n) slurred out.

"Yes my darling?" Elliot said, confident that the farmer wouldn't remember this evening.

"I have to give you..give you..I have flowers for my love."

"Do you now?" Elliot said trying to sound amused when he was feeling like his heart was a breath away from being stabbed.

"Yeah." (Y/n) slurred

"But angel you can't tell him yet."

"I won't." Elliot promised.

"Good cause if Elliot knew before I was gonna give it to him, I'm gonna be so sad."

Elliot stopped dead in his tracks, he looked down at (y/n) smiling,he felt tears well up behind his eyes.

"I won't tell." Elliot promised.

"You promise?"

Elliot chuckled and said: "I promise."

Elliot sat the farmer down on their steps as they made it to their home, fishing the spare key out of the hanging pot of flowers beside the door. Elliot opened the door just as he heard (y/n) started crying.

Elliot ran towards them as (y/n)s cat watched from the doorway, curious as to what happened, but the cat was soon distracted by a chirping cricket that had decided to jump into the porch.

"Hey," he said softly "What's wrong?"

"I think I love him." (Y/n) sobbed.

"Elliot?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah," (y/n) slurred leaning against Elliot, "but he hasn't even looked at me the last two days."

Elliot sucked in a breath through his teeth, he felt bad for this one.

"He feels the same," Elliot said, wrapping a hand around (y/n)s shoulder.

"You promise?" (Y/n) said, looking at Elliot with red eyes.

Elliot smiled and held their hand.

"I promise."

In the morning (y/n) woke up with a glass of water on their bedside and a rose that wasn't there the day before.

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w-wolfhard · 2 years

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GLIMPSE OF US by joji.

pairing : young!boris pavlikovsky x reader

warning(s) : heavy underage drinking & smoking

wrds frm seb! : 01) ANGST ANGST ANGST . 02) this is rlly short bc im a lazy whore n yea. 03) it's also probably rlly shitty cus i rushed the ending but yk <33

boris sat at a lunch table with theo, violently stabbing his food with a fork, as he stared at you and your new boyfriend laughing together.

you had a huge grin plastered on your face, as you spoke with your boyfriend. it was a grin you never had on your face when you were with boris.

the boy was feeling mixxed emotions. he was sad, angry, and most importantly, jealous. he was jealous of how good your new boyfriend treated you. jealous because he knew he couldn't treat you that well. you and boris didn't end it on a bad note. you two were still friends.

theo sighed, as he watched the curly haired boy stab his food. theo didn't even know why you two broke up. he didn't even ask any of you. the only thing he knew was that boris came to theo's house at 3 in the morning, looking as if he got zero sleep and spent the whole night sobbing. his under eyes were dark, his eyes were red, and puffy.

just like they were at the current moment.

boris wanted to take his eyes off you so badly. because every single time he looks in your eyes, he gets lost. it's like he's in a maze, and it tortures him, 'cause there's just a shit ton of memories with you and him flooding around that maze. but that's why he couldn't take his eyes off you. so even if he TRIED to take his eyes off you, he'd miserably fail.

he watched as your boyfriend leaned in for a kiss. he saw you giggle, and kiss your boyfriend.

he felt a pang in his heart. he banged his hands against the lunch table, and walked off to the school parking lot. probably to get high and cry over a girl who he still loved, yet she was in love with another.

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internetgremlin-writes · 2 years

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We need no. 8 and 143 for Sebastian Vettel x reader 😍

8 - "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while,"

143 - "Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

SEB REQ SEB REQ SEB REQ!! Very excited about this one because I ADORE Seb and I was secretly worried no one would want to hear about him. Entirely based on Seb's flirting with anything that moves era

Also, this is my 100th post on this blog woo

Warnings: Yeah this is getting smutty. NSFW!

Prompt night info and list for requesting your own ficlet/HCs here!

Also entered an entire crisis over picking a gif because Seb is a YES for me in all of his eras

"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while," you sighed, slumping back against the elevator and sinking to the floor.

Only you could get yourself stuck in an elevator in the middle of the track stadium with Sebastian fucking Vettel. Sebastian was very calm about the whole thing. Thank god, you thought, that the race had finished and it was only post-race interviews left. If you'd held up the race you would have had to change your identity and move to Peru out of embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," you apologised again, because it was the only thing you could think of doing. Sebastian gave you a fairly blank look from where he was examining the control panel, trying to kick start the buttons to life.

"Not your fault," it wasn't the first time he'd said that either.

"I shouldn't have jammed the buttons," you were running late. You were still new to the whole journalism thing, and if you were being honest you'd been late because you'd gotten stuck in your tech belt with a wire crossed where it definitely shouldn't and you couldn't get it undone alone. You'd rushed into the elevator and repeatedly stabbed the button for the floor you were supposed to be on in your rush. He shrugged simply, giving the blank buttons another slap.

"I don't think it's the buttons, we called for help before they died," he was right; the elevator had started moving before it had ground to a halt, and you'd been able to get through to the help desk, which was entirely unhelpful and had promised help wouldn't be able to get to you until after the interviews when security would be able to safely clear the mechanics for entry.

"In an arena full of mechanics?" Sebastian had questioned, sounding almost amused at the situation. But apparently being able to build a supercar and fix an elevator required two entirely different skillsets.

Sebastian, as it turned out, was an incredibly nice person. You'd crossed paths with him twice before, both for interviews lasting only a couple of minutes long. He'd remembered you, and the second the elevator had shuddered he was more concerned about making sure that you didn't start to panic than anything else. He gave up trying to spark some life into the button panel and sank down opposite you.

"I knew I should have brought my flask," you mumbled because not being sober in this situation sounded a whole lot better. Sebastian raised an eyebrow at you, a little smirk tugging at his lips.

"Do you normally drink before interviewing us? Are we that scary?" He was teasing you, but you could see there was a genuine interest in the way his blue eyes held yours.

"No, but a shot or two for dutch courage sometimes helps," he broke out into a toothy grin, nodding along in understanding.

"Yes well, some of these young drivers are very attractive. It must be distracting," was he teasing you?

"Not really my type," you said without thinking, your response bluntly honest. Sebastian didn't miss a trick, a gleam in his eye letting you know he was keeping hold of that piece of information.

"So you like the older guys?" There was nothing but simple curiosity in his tone, even so, you couldn't quite look him in the eye when you gave your next answer.

"Well, not total grandpas," you said. Your age you meant. More experienced, sensible, mature, but still young enough to have a sense of humour, to know how to show you a good time. You liked gentlemen. "Aren't I supposed to be interviewing you anyway?"

"Ha, please," he opened his hand in invitation and you mimed a microphone in the air, asking him a few stupid questions about the race and his performance, to which he answered with equally silly responses.

Seb, as you learnt he liked to be called by friends, was fascinating. Even his silly answers gave a little bit of himself to you. Every look he gave you was charged, every raise of his eyebrow or quirk of his lips perfectly calculated. And it was working, because you knew it wasn't just the confined space that was making the German increasingly more attractive.

An hour had passed. There was no phone service, you still couldn't get through to the help desk, and even your pocket radio wouldn't tune in. It was like you were stuck in a void. You groaned in frustration as the batteries on your radio stuttered out.

"This stupid thing," you grumbled as you pulled at the random straps and attachments in attempt to free yourself from the equipment. How Ted Kravitz was happy to walk around all day in his was beyond you. Seb was watching you struggle and slowly got to his feet, stepping closer to you.

"Hey, let me," he was very softly spoken as he stilled you.

His deft hands made short work of your belt. He carefully unplugged wires and removed clips and placed them slowly, one by one onto the floor beside you. Your mic and radio pack were the last things removed, so you thought Seb would step away but his hands were back on your waist. His hands were constantly brushing at the skin of your waist, only covered by the thin fabric of the summery dress you'd decided to wear that day. He undid the final buckle, his hands feather-light as he leant around behind you and you could feel his fingers drag across every centimetre of your skin as he finally pulled the belt off you.

Sebastian dropped the belt, but his blue eyes were fixed on yours as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. You weren't sure if you were breathing or not.

"Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really that oblivious?" The words rushed from you in a breathless whisper. You froze for a moment, the fear that you'd made a mistake and were about to make the next god-knows-how-long incredibly awkward. Sebastian was painfully neutral in his expression as he regarded you, but he still hadn't stepped back and the smell of his cologne was fogging your mind,

"Oh, I'm trying," how he sounded so casual, just a hint of playfulness about him. You had no idea how to respond, was he teasing you? This man was a world champion, he could do whatever he wanted. There was an edge to that, the idea of the power he held, he was almost untouchable in the paddock. And it wasn't like he was a golden boy who kept himself out of trouble, Vettel had been handed his fair share of fines over the years.

"Right," you could see his back in the mirror opposite you, he was taller than you, shoulders stretching the fabric of his own polo. You looked helpless, backed up against the wall by him. He was looking at you now, eyes a little darker, trained more on your chest than your face.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No,"

The second the word left your lips Seb stepped forward, his body pressing against yours as he pinned you against the second mirrored wall. One hand was gripping your hip, with enough pressure to hold you in place. His other hand was already tangled in your hair, pulling you towards him as he captured you in a searing kiss.

Whatever kind, sweet, gentle nature you thought Seb had when he was interviewed had completely vanished. The man in front of you was kissing you like the world was ending. There was nothing gentle about him as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. The was nothing gentle about the way his hands were roaming and grabbing at your body as if he was trying to mould you to his shape. There was certainly nothing gentle about the way he was rolling his hips against your thigh.

"Jesus," he managed to hiss as your mouth fell off his and you started attacking his neck, careful to toe the line just before you'd leave a mark on his skin. You decided to throw caution to the wind, because how many times do you find yourself stuck in a lift with a sporting legend, let alone such a handsome one? And besides, part of you wanted to be in that special club of people who'd known him like this.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, your dress providing a perfect view of your cleavage as you made quick work of unbuttoning the shorts he was wearing.

Sebastian groaned loudly as you took him in your mouth, the feeling alone enough to go straight through you. His hand tangled through your hair again, but he let you control the rhythm as he simply watched you bob your head through the mirror. The noises he made were addictive, and hearing him cursing in German was enough to make you want to finish him off like this.

But he was calling your name and asking you to wait so you pulled back oh so slowly, earning yourself another heavy hiss as you released him.

"I have to fuck you in that dress,"

It wasn't a request. But you didn't mind, you liked being told what to do. He pushed you back against the mirror again, lifting your legs and encouraging you to wrap them around his waist. Seb wasn't particularly tall but you always forgot just how strong the drivers were. He held you like you didn't weigh a thing.

His pace was bruising, and you were actually glad you were trapped in the elevator because there was nothing you could do to stop the near-constant stream of noise slipping from you, and he was equally loud. It was almost, almost, embarrassing at how quickly you were approaching your orgasm, but when Seb, oh so confident, let go of you with one hand and slipped it between you to start toying with your clit you were done.

"Seb-" you whined, his name so natural in your mouth. He was moving at a relentless pace, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

"You can do it," he forced the words out through gritted teeth as he watched you scream, your head falling back against the glass as your hips moved forcefully with him, your walls clenching deliciously around him as wave after wave of pleasure shot through you. You felt him twitch and he bit down on your shoulder as he came with a shudder of his own.

You stayed in his arms for a second, the pair of you breathing raggedly and trying to recover when something crackled behind you making you jump. The buttons on the panel were glowing again.

"Hi, it's reception, can you guys hear me? We're sending someone up now,"

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cevans-is-classic · 10 months

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18+ only, please! Language, sexual content, and communications of pro-choice variety.

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Sebastian Stan

*I really took some liberties with this. I do hope you all enjoy it. Especially the wonderful Anon who asked for a pregnant!Reader X Seb fic

The tiny knock on the door made you jump, your head snapping up to see your friend poke their head in, “Hey.”

You nodded, and they slid into the bedroom. Your knees touched as they sat down beside you, reaching out to grab your wrist. You’d been picking at your nails, tearing skin away before going back and doing it again.

“It’s okay.”

“We don’t know that.” Dread filled your stomach. An ugly twist of a knife to stab through to your spine. You sat there staring at the ground, at the hardwood floor; your eyes unfocusing. It blurred the white stick that sat between your legs.

Pregnant.

“No matter what we both know Sebastian is going to be there.”

Did you?

It’s only been two years, not even a solid two years. Neither of you is perfect, and your jobs don’t keep you in the type of place to nurture a relationship. It’d taken a few offs before deciding you should stay on and even longer to decide to try living together.

Try is the operative word.

You still had half your stuff at your old apartment. In fact, you’d left your laptop there and needed to grab it for work. Which made you think about Sebastian coming home next week — about the video chat you’d had last night.

He’d smile at you through the screen, talk about filming and mention the new restaurant he tried. It’d be a normal chat that ended happily — on the outside.

He didn’t know you had a box of pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter. He didn’t know you’d taken two, and they’d both come up positive and that Raegan was coming with more in the morning.

“Sebastian loves you. You love him. This isn’t ideal and you’ll have to have an uncomfortable conversation, but he’ll be there.”

What if he chooses not to be?

“I’m not sure if I-” the words died. They tasted of ash on your tongue, clogging your throat and gnashing your teeth together, “even want to-”

Raegan squeezed your wrist again. "Try not to think about that right now. You set up the doctor's appointment, right?"

You nodded.

Raegan nodded back. "Okay, we'll handle that first, then we'll do the rest. How about we get something to eat? Are you still thinking of thai?"

Rolling your shoulders, you looked up and blinked away tears.

A week, four positive tests, and a long conversation with your doctor later, Sebastian sat at the kitchen table with a tablet in front of him.

“I got an email about the South by Southwest festival. I’m not sure if I have the time to go — I kind of hope I can.” He trailed off, scrolling the page.

Your hands felt clammy. “It’d be fun. You’d get to see that new.” You had to stop and think, “Andi Pinkew movie?”

Seb smiled, “Yeah. I’ll talk to Chris and Joel about it.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest watching him read. He looked relaxed, the stress loose on his shoulders. Could you tell him this?

Should you?

Your stomach burned.

With a deep breath, you moved from the kitchen counter to stand beside him. “I love you.” You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, leaning down to kiss his temple.

Seb hummed, “I love you too. Hey, do you think vampires could work in retail?”

You laughed a loud barking noise that was more nerve-racking than it was humor. It made Seb look up at you with furrowed brows.

“Baby-”

“I have to tell you something.” It came out in a spill of words.

The tablet made a soft sound when Seb laid it down. His eyes focused on you, keeping track as you step back.

He stood up, “Alright.”

The stress he wore was like a suit draped over his shoulders once more. You touched his arm, curling your fingers around his bicep. Sebastian touched your hand then slid his fingers between yours.

“I’m pregnant.”

He went still, then dropped his hand. It stunned you, a shock wave of ice chilling down your spine. It made you step back once more, your hand hitting for the countertop to keep you standing.

Panic rose in your chest to choke you.

You swallowed it.

Neither of you spoke for several minutes — standing there in silence as Sebatian watched something over your shoulder. Despite your skin crawling, you stayed right where you are.

He deserved a reaction.

It’s a big thing to tell someone.

Should you show him the damned ultrasound?

With a small shake of your head, the thought vanished. Now is not the time — you hadn’t even looked at it yourself. Not since the nurse practitioner smiled at you while printing the images out.

Raegan had seen them and made a small noise in the back of their throat.

You needed Sebastian to say something. “Would you like to — I don’t know — sit back down?”

Sit back down? What’s sitting down going to do — in fact — you’re pretty sure sitting down led to this current predicament.

Sebastian sat back down, “Um, have you-”

“Yes. Whatever the question is, yes.”

“Okay.” He blinked. “I thought you seemed quiet yesterday. Did you- uh-”

“I saw my doctor on Wednesday. I have the little photos if you-”

“No,” He shook his head, “Not yet. I need to breathe.”

You could give him that. He deserved that.

Instead of staying by the counter you grabbed some glasses and filled them up. Seb didn’t blink when you sat it on the table in front of him. He kept looking off in the distance with a slack mask on. Your own water felt like poison on your tongue, seeming to burn on the way down. When you felt the coolness hit your stomach, it made you sick.

Morning sickness.

That’d been the first hint, something that surprised you considering how early you are. Raegan had noticed it first, commenting on your inability to hold your food and wondering if you’d slipped into past habits. You hadn’t noticed what was going on — past habit as a reason — you’d grown used to having that sick stomach on his feeling when you eat. It’d taken years for you to overcome your challenges, but habits are habits for a reason.

The second sign had been pickles.

You didn’t hate pickles, but the smell of them always made you queasy. (Vinegar, yuck)

When you’d gone out to eat with your friends and noticed fried pickles on the menu, the unbelievable urge to eat two whole baskets welled up inside you.

That’d been the night Raegan knocked on the door and held out a box of tests. Her mouth twisted, eyes shadowed. The two of you are lifelong friends and pregnancy — well, pregnancy was a sore spot.

Blinking away tears, you sniffled. Sebastian’s eyes slid towards you, his body following suit. His face lacked color, skin ghost white, but he reached out to touch your cheek and let you nuzzle into the caress.

“Did Rae go with you?” He rasped.

“Yeah.”

“Good, I’m glad they were there.” His words sounded odd, low, filled with weariness.

“Seb-”

He shook his head, “I’m okay. Kind of — processing this is taking a minute.” He smiled wearily as his fingers touched the edge of his drink, wiping off the water collecting on the glass.

“I’ve never thought about it.” You stared at the glass in your hand. “I love kids, but never imagined I’d have my own.”

“Me too.” Seb’s gaze transfixed on the tabletop, eyes roaming the surface, “I’m not sure I’m good with kids to be honest.”

“We could-” You cut yourself off, “I’m not too far along — there are options.”

He nods. “I’m open to options.”

Neither of you said anything for a long time. Sebastian kept clenching and unclenching his jaw, the wetness on his glass leaving droplets on his fingers.

A sharp stab at your chest made you wince. You can’t think straight let along wonder if Sebastian was thinking straight himself. “Why don’t we take a few days? Talk things through and see what feels right?”

Seb looks up, eyes sharp. “No matter the decision you’re the only one who matters. I mean, it’s half mine, but it’s your body.”

You reach out, sliding your hand against his until you cross pinkies, “I want you to have a say. This is both of our situation.”

His hand was shaking, fingers tight as they tangled with yours. “Thank you, but I’m serious, no matter what decision I feel comfortable with-”

“It’s my body.”

“Exactly.” He smiled, a slow drag that disappeared as quickly as it’d come.

You leaning forward, lips pressing to his forehead, “I love you so much.”

“Yeah?” He gave a halfhearted chuckle. “You better. Remember that when you have to cut back on coffee if you decide to keep it.”

“Ugh,” You sit back down, “Put that on the cons list along with using one of those nose booger things. My niece had to use one a lot-” You gag, “yuck.”

Sebastian turned until he could wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you and the chair closer to him. It pushes you against his shoulder, your face falling into the crook of his neck as he sways you. The nerves are a tangle of barbed wire all over your body. You knew Seb hadn’t finished processing this, knew you weren’t ready to think it through yourself. This isn’t a decision that could happen in a day with some romantic idea of a happily ever after.

This is your life.

A life you’ve worked hard to build — Sebastian as well.

“I’m here.” He whispered against your temple, “I promise. I’m here.”

You cried.

Later that night, he came up behind you in the bathroom, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Hey.” He whispered.

“Hi.”

His eyes caught yours in the mirror. “I saw the ultrasound.”

You nodded. You weren’t sure if he’d want to see it, but left it on the kitchen counter, anyway. The black and gray waves made your stomach sick. Raegan had told you it’s okay to not see what you’re supposed to see.

It made you feel empty.

“I couldn’t find the baby.”

You laughed, doubling over as Sebastian chuckled behind you.

It’s made the knot in your chest unwind with a warm rush of affection.

A week later:

Sebastian had taken to searching about pregnancy, carrying his tablet around the condo or looking down at his phone when in bed. He’d asked his mother several questions, read several books, and watched a few questionable YouTube videos. He was taking this seriously.

You were doing the exact opposite. In your defense growing up there had been few electives in your high school — one of those being Child development classes. Taking one every year for four years — along with the babies that’d come in and out of your life — prepared you a bit more than Seb.

You knew there’d be stages throughout the pregnancy, and knew what to expect with morning sickness, heartburn, and weight gain. That played a part in your indecision — are you willing to endure those things to become a parent? Did you even want to be a parent? Did Sebastian?

Sebastian had gone with you to a doctor’s appointment — staring at the screen as your doctor double checked how far along you are and asked how you’re feeling. His face stayed calm throughout the entire appointment, hand holding yours, brochures sticking out of his pockets. When you’d gone to the bathroom and returned, he was sitting near the play area talking to a woman with twins in her lap. His nose stayed scrunched as the twin on the right chewed on its fists, drool spilling around it.

You waved at him and he sprang to his feet and ushered both of you out the door in seconds.

“Did you know some babies are born with teeth?” He opened the door for you.

“I think all babies are born with teeth.” You responded when he slid inside.

He side-eyed you, “No, like, teeth already out. That lady, Cara, said her oldest about bit her nipple off. Could you lose your nipple? I like your nipples. Should I stop biting your nipples? Oh my God, what if I damaged your nipples and the baby-”

“Sebastian.” You groaned.

He stopped, staring at you with his hands twisting on the wheel, “Are you okay?”

“I won’t be if you keep saying nipple.” A sheepish looked crossed his face, his cheeks reddening before he started the car and drove you out of the parking lot.

The ride back stayed quiet. Luckily, neither of you deciding to follow the nipple rant.

The next few days followed with you checking your chest in the mirror and watching Sebastian eye you with pinched brows. The one time you’d fall into bed, wrapped up in each other, Sebastian avoided one of his favorite things to do. He kept tipping his head down, nipping along your chest and licking across the sensitive flesh before moving back to your collar.

It made you squirm with annoyance.

The day after you’d sent him links about nipple play during pregnancy, and watched as he flushed blood red and apologized profusely.

That week leaned heavily to one side of the choice board.

Two weeks later

The next Wednesday at four in the morning, your stomach rolled until you hunched over the toilet. Your skin felt sweaty, mouth tacky with vomit, and your hair stayed plastered to your forehead. It made you want to cry, which made you want to throw up again until the process started all over.

You ended up sleeping against the bathroom counter, neck aching for the rest of the day. Getting any work done was impossible as the bathroom became your favorite place and Sebastian hovered over you. He offered crackers and ginger ale, calling his Mother about nausea medicine and brought you cool rags. It warmed your heart. Kept you thinking about Sebastian worrying over your child as it cries with a fever or grumbles with an upset stomach. He’d be caring and attentive, would do what he could to make his child comfortable and safe. It had you thinking about what the kid would look like when it’s born. Would it have his blue eyes? The curve of his mouth? If you looked at would it look back with his nose or laugh the same way he did? A part of you hoped it looked like the man himself. Sebastian was beautiful, unreal — it made you happy to think you’d have two of him.

After the sick feeling faded and you could get some work done, you’d brought these thoughts up to him. He disagreed, said he wanted to see your smile and the pinch between your brows. He admitted to thinking about watching both of you sleep and wondered if it’d throw its arms over its head like you did.

“It could be a perfect split.” You joked, “Stubborn from me and neurotic from you.”

Sebastian winked at you. “Certainly has a chance at a sense of humor.”

You frowned. “How much trauma does a kid need to become a comedian?”

“Too much.” Sebastian laughed.

“Guess we’d have to spend the rest of our lives fake laughing.”

2 weeks and 3 days later.

“I don’t think I should go.” Sebastian laid beside you, his lips brushing your shoulder, “I’m going to call and -”

“Seb,” You stopped him, “This isn’t a spur-of-the-moment situation. You’ve known for months you’d be going to Atlanta this week.”

“I know.” He rolls onto his back, “But this doesn’t feel like something that’s important. You’re important — this situation-”

You rolled over until you could rest on his chest, “Baby,” he went silent, “We’ve gone back and forth on this. I think both of us need some time to think and come back to it. This is your job. It’s okay for you to go.”

He didn’t respond.

“Sebastian-”

“Come here.” You did. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, the rise and fall of it keeping beat with his heart. You stayed there. Let him hold you, let your eyes slide close as you listen to him.

“If you decide to keep it-” He starts, low, the sound of his heart louder than his voice, “Would you expect to get married?”

That surprised you.

It’s one thing you talked about in the beginning — an agreement that marriage wasn’t for you.

Well, pregnancy hadn’t either.

“No.” You answered.

Sebastian hummed, “I think you’d make an amazing parent.” It was a confession. An open-hearted, earnest collection of words that made your eyes burn.

“Seb-”

“This isn’t me landing on a decision — I thought about it a few times. Thought of you holding our baby, dressing up with it for Halloween or brushing their hair. It’s a strange thought. It feels unreal even with the real possibility of it happening. This isn’t where I saw myself, this isn’t where you saw yourself. I can say this, though.” His arm tightened around you. “If we have this baby — glad it’s with you.”

“I’m not sure-” You were crying again, hot tears that soaked into his shirt, “I’m not sure if I will make a good parent. I - I forget things easily and children annoy me. Of course, I adore my niblings, but my favorite part is giving them back.”

“Patience is a learned trait.” His voice rumbled in his chest. It soothed you.

“You’d be a good parent, I believe.” You whisper.

“How’s that?”

You laugh, soft, catching on the tears, “Fishing for compliments?”

“Seems fitting. I did you. You do me.”

You lifted to look at him. Seb wiped away the tears on your cheeks, smiling at you. “Go on.”

With an eye roll you laid back down, “You’d be caring, unlike some parents. You’d genuinely want this kid to be loved — you’d accept it no matter what.”

“I think that goes both ways, Sweetheart.”

“Of course.” Your voice shrinks, fear washing over you. If you — if this baby, “All the horrible things that could happen-”

“It’d have two parents who would love it unconditionally, or we could stop the next rise of a dictator.”

Seb met you when you rose to kiss him, slipping his hands into your hair and pulling you on top.

You felt him everywhere.

He was here.

Not Bucky Barnes: You’re probably asleep — if not go to bed.

Not Bucky Barnes: I got your voice-mail — we’ll talk about it when I get home. I love you."

Nerves? Never heard of her.

Every movement you made felt like knives under your skin. You wanted to throw up and scream at the same time. The pacing didn’t help either, but if you stood still for too long — if you thought about it — you’ll lose your mind.

The kitchen clock said one twenty-six — which is normal. It takes time to get off the plane and get back from the airport. Flights aren’t always on time.

Maybe he’s delayed.

Maybe he’s changed his mind.

You’re not sure you could change yours.

The door clicked and pushed open, Sebastian’s suitcase rolling in first. When he came around the door and saw you, his eyebrows went up.

“Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“I want to keep the baby.”

He paused, his suitcase standing beside him, his hand still curled around the handle.

You shook your hands, “Congratulations,” You bare your teeth in a grin, “You’re a Dad.”

“We’re keeping it?” He asks again.

“Uh, yes, if that’s okay. I know you said you got my message but-“

“It’s okay.” He moved towards you, wrapping you in his arms and pressing his lips to yours."It’s okay." He keeps kissing you.

It fumbles both of you backwards until you hit the kitchen wall. Sebastian is pawing at your shirt, tugging it until you get it over your head. You expected him to kiss you again, to slip his hand to your chest and grind against you.

His hand moves to your stomach instead."It’s okay." It comes out shaky.

You drag him back into another kiss before leading him towards the room.

The bathroom light is still on, casting shadows that stretch across the room. A stillness fills the air, wraps around the both of you.

Sebastian hasn’t moved from your stomach for the last hour. His ear pressed against you, his lips brushing your belly button when he talks.

“How do you like the name Rosemarie?” His hair is soft between your fingers, the strands dusted with gray.

He traces a heart. “It’s pretty. If it’s a boy?”

“I haven’t thought of boy names. I want something unisex maybe — Rosemarie isn’t a deal breaker.”

“What about Ramsey?”

You laugh, “Only if we convince them it’s British.”

Seb snorts, “This bloody milk is horrendous!”

Your laughter is soft, falling in slow waves over the night as Seb kisses your stomach. Heaviness drags your eyes closed, letting your body relax into the mattress.

He keeps rubbing your stomach, muttering low against the skin. It took you a few seconds, mind trying to fade out, for you to notice the singing.

He murmurs quiet and slow Romanian to your baby.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #seb stan #sebastian stan fanfiction

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insidetheacademy · 4 years

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Green Blue

pairings: sebastian stan x reader

summary: seb helps reader dyes their hair goodnight

warnings: fluffs

a/n: also the gif matches perfectly with how seb reacts to the reader jssjsjs if he can’t beat em, help em

Sebastian was fast asleep on our bed that we had bought together when we moved in. He looks so cuddly and snugged underneath the cotton blanket that my mother had gifted me for Christmas. I was in the kitchen making myself a drink. well, a non alcoholic drink and that is; ribena. Ridicule me all you want but I will literally die if I don’t drink them.

After making myself the drink, I head to the bathroom taking out the hair dyes and bleach that I bought from few weeks ago. Quarantined was making me feel trapped and nothing feels better than dying your whole head of hair green blue. I mixed the bleach powder into the lotion that came into it and took out a gloves and put it on.

I was so ready to put the mixed chemicals onto my hair when a voice spoke up, “What are you doing, doll?” Sebastian chuckles looking at me, he found me dumbfounded holding my one section of my hair on my right hand and the other with the bleach. “I’m not doing anything,” I lied which is clearly a lie because he literally just caught me impulsively dying my hair.

“Haven’t we talked about this, y/n?” He walks over to me, “You can’t just ruin your hair whenever you feel stressed out,” he added. He was right. I’ve had my shares of my breakdowns where I would lock myself in our bathrooms and would cut a huge chunk of my hair. “I know! but its quarantine! I should atleast have some funky hair!” I protested trying to make him change his mind. Sebastian kissed my forehead and said “Well, you are welcome to do that,” “But! atleast, let me help you.” my face lits up with joy. I feel so lucky to have a boyfriend that understands my weird coping mechanisms.

I told him the instructions and he did a good job. It wasn’t perfect but atleast he didnt botched my hair. “You do know that if my hair is damaged after all of this I am going to shave it all off, right?” I said to him as I sipped my ribena. His jaw dropped but Sebastian was being supportive, “Whatever makes you happy, doll,” I giggled.

#marvel cinematic universe #mcu #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluffs #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan #wow sebastian stan #please seb stab me #sebastian stan fluffs

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

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Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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finally ♡

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

summary: here comes the bride 🥰 (a sort of prequel to this fic but can be read alone)

warnings: none? brief mention of getting stabbed by natasha lol

words: 503

a/n: @real-jane I promised you more and I hope I delivered 😅 I have more ideas with them so let me know if you want me to keep going with these two 😘 (also this bit was fully inspired by this pic of seb lol)

Y'know those compilations on YouTube of men crying when they see their wives walk down the aisle for the first time? The ones where the dude turns around and he's already got snot running down his face and he's just sobbing uncontrollably? Yeah, that's what Bucky looks like right now.

Okay, maybe not that extreme, but he's crying harder than you've ever seen him cry, that's for sure. The image is so shocking you almost throw your bouquet down and run to him. Thankfully, Wanda is there at your side, telling you to be patient and patting your arm that she's holding as she moves you slowly down the aisle.

It feels like eons as you watch Bucky's face contort in what looks like pain from the tears. It's so shocking to you that you almost want to laugh. Tears run into the beard he's grown out since the colder months came and you itch to wipe them away, to scratch your fingers through the coarse growth on his chin like you do when he's curled against your breast at night when neither of you can sleep. Bucky swears it puts you to sleep before it does him and maybe that's true. Maybe you need him as much as he needs you. Maybe more and he doesn't realize it.

Steve's got his bear paw of a hand clapped over Bucky's shoulder like the mass of it will ground him, hold him tight to the earth and remind him that all of it is real. Natasha's waiting for you on your side and crying too but she's a big sap who cries at more than she'd like you to know and she'll stab you before you can say a word about it. You have a scar or two to prove it.

Your hands shake and you're so goddamn close you want to fly the last few steps to him and take him in your arms. Bucky's hands twitch at his sides and you know he's thinking it too. How you don't collide like two freight trains stuck on the same track you'll never know.

You know it's time when Wanda lets go of your arm and pulls you to face her, actually pulls your gaze off of Bucky. She says something to you in Sokovian that you don't understand. Later she'll tell you it's a sort of blessing, an old tradition, and you promise to do the same for her when her day comes.

"Finally."

It's barely a whisper, choked around the syllables, but you hear Bucky when he speaks to you. Loud and clear.

You turn towards the man who's about to become your husband and, after passing Natasha your bouquet without even looking, you take his warm, tear-streaked face in your hands.

"What's the matter, Soldier? Never seen a pretty dame before?"

He chokes out a laugh and bumps his forehead to yours. His eyes close and open slowly, staring into the depths of you.

"Never one as pretty as you, doll."

🥲

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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His Lovely Girl.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Requested: nope

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: Sebastian spoils her all the time. What has she ever done for him? When someone leaves a rude comment under her Instagram post, she can't help but rethink her entire relationship with the handsome actor.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! We're back to Marvel lol, enjoy!

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"I'll see you later, dove, have fun!" Y/N grinned when her boyfriend leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Bye, Seb, I'll miss you," she whispered and he looked down at her, his heart swelling in his chest, full of appreciation for her. He loved her so much. "I'll miss you too, Y/N, but I'll only be gone for around 6 hours." Y/N pouted and he couldn't help it.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "I know. Go now, I don't want to be the reason you're late." He laughed heartily when she pushed him away with a smile. "Oh, doll, everyone knows about us, they'll know anyway." With that, he waved at her and left the apartment they shared. Y/N had moved in with him 2 years into dating.

Sebastian Stan; let's just say, he was a busy man. Y/N sighed and got up from the bed, feeling hungry. They had started dating 4 years ago, and what years those were; the most blissful ones in both their lives. They loved each other to death, and they knew that. Y/N waddled into the kitchen and looked around the various cabinets, finding a box of Mac and Cheese.

It was a funny story, actually, how they met. Y/N, at the time, was working as a barista at Starbucks. One day, Sebastian had walked into the Starbucks where she worked, and she was the one who took his order. He was extremely polite, funny and a bit awkward and just like that, she fell in love with him all over again. Y/N was a Marvel geek and Sebastian had noticed.

"I really like your hoodie, doll, where'd you get it?" he had asked her after telling her his order. And she had looked down, seeing the custom-made hoodie she wore. It was black in colour, but one of the sleeves was silver and had a red star on the bicep, just like his arm from the movie Captain America: Winter Soldier.

Bucky's trigger words were printed on the front of the hoodie. She had blushed furiously, simultaneously cursing and thanking her fate and coincidence. "I had it custom made," she had told him at the time and he had grinned so wide he thought his mouth would tear open. That was the moment where he, too, realized that he was getting a crush on the pretty barista.

And he hadn't hesitated to ask her for her number. He had taken a tissue paper, scribbled his number down and had written what's yours? ;) underneath. When he went to pay for his coffee, he purposely made sure that he wasn't giving her any change. With his notes, he slid her the tissue and she took it, giving him a confused look.

When she read it, her breath hitched. While pulling out his change, she had discreetly written her number down on the tissue, saved his on her phone and had given the tissue back to him with the coins. Both of them had grinned widely at each other when he left. While walking home, he had taken out the tissue and had seen her number written neatly under his. And his heart raced, Y/N is worth it.

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*@yn_yln posted a photo*

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yn_yln Mac and Cheese, anyone? :D

Y/N smiled and logged out of her Instagram account after posting the photo. She just couldn't resist; she looked good that day, one of those days where she felt confident enough to post a picture. She kept her phone away and sauntered into the sitting room to watch something on the television. An hour passed before she yawned, feeling tired.

2:05 pm, her watch displayed. Well, there's no harm in an afternoon nap, am I right? Sebastian wasn't home anyway, and it's not like she had anything to do. Grabbing her phone off the dining table, she walked into hers and Sebastian's shared bedroom, plopping down on the bed. She decided to check her Instagram before falling asleep and opened the said app.

She went through the page that displayed all the likes and comments, pausing at one comment. Her heart dropped as she clicked on the comment, her entire being filling with an uneasy feeling. You're only dating him for the money, admit it. Until then, she had never even thought… about that. Throwing her phone to the side she sat up, breathing heavily.

Y/N was currently jobless. After they started going out, she continued working at Starbucks until last year; Sebastian had suggested that she leave the job and work somewhere better, earn a higher salary. Y/N had discarded the idea at first, since the job paid enough for her to go about her daily things and where would she even find another job?

Starbucks was okay. But Sebastian wouldn't hear it. So she left the job, now jobless. She had applied to a few places but hadn't received any news as of yet. They're right. I'm living off of him. I don't even have a job. What does it look like? A broke woman dating a rich, handsome guy? Oh my God, am I leeching off his hard work? All those thoughts rushed through her head in a span of a few seconds.

The more she thought about it, the more she teared up. Blinking the tears away, she lay back down and curled up under the comfortable blankets. His blankets. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to fall asleep but the tears were proving it to be difficult. Fortunately, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber 15 minutes later.

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"Baby, I'm home!"

Silence. Sebastian frowned, carefully walking into the house. "Y/N?" he called out but there was no answer. Keeping the bag he was holding away, he walked further into the apartment, stopping at the doorway of their bedroom. "Aw," he whispered under his breath, smiling, stepping into the bedroom. He gently sat next to his sleeping girlfriend.

His knuckles traced her cheeks but he froze. Why is she so cold? His soft touch was enough to wake her up, because she stirred and blinked up at him. "Seb, hi, welcome back." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Did you fall sick?" he asked worriedly as she sat up, distancing herself from him. "I'm not sick," she muttered but Sebastian wouldn't buy it.

He reached out to cup her cheek, feeling like he had been stabbed multiple times when she leaned away from his touch. "Y/N?" She shook her head and looked out of the window, bringing her knees to her chest. "Just wanna be alone right now." She didn't want to send him away. She wanted to sit in his lap, listen to him rambling about his day…

But she also didn't want to be near him. Do I even deserve him? "What happened?" he insisted, his eyes going wide when she glared at him. "Go. Away." He scrambled off the bed without another word, softly closing the door behind him as he walked into the sitting room, running a hand through his hair. He sat down on the couch and looked around.

What happened in those 6 hours that he was away? Sebastian knew she wasn't on her cycle, it still had another week to come. So it wasn't mood swings. His eyes landed on the empty bowl of Mac and Cheese sitting on the dining table but they skimmed right past it, not knowing that that bowl was the reason for Y/N's sadness. Then he stared at the designer handbag on the opposite couch.

Picking up the bag, he strode back to their room, knocking on the door. Maybe seeing a pretty purse would lighten her mood? "What?" Y/N called out from inside and he opened the door, holding the purse up. "I brought you a gift." Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest and tears glistened in her eyes anew as she stared at the bag with utmost resentment.

"I don't want it."

Sebastian went rigid. She never rejects my gifts. "Y/N—" She started shaking her head. "No. Return it. I'm not taking it. I don't want it," she repeated, her glare now directed at him. "But doll…" he tried, freezing when her jaw clenched. "Get out." Disheartened, he walked out once more, more confused than anything. Now I have to know what happened.

Inside the room, Y/N sobbed silently. The bag was so pretty, her favorite color, the sleek design… she wanted to keep it so bad, but she knew she wasn't worthy of it. Sebastian brought her gifts all the time. Most of them expensive as shit; he had the money to blow off. What had she done for him? Nothing, really. He spoiled her heartily, never once allowing her to do the same.

"You're mine, baby girl, mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to spoil."

She was definitely leeching off him. Outside the room, Sebastian took out his phone and texted Y/F/N, who was Y/N's closest friend. They rarely spoke, but Y/N told Y/F/N everything and he knew she'd have answers.

hey, do you know what's up with y/n

why what happened

she's in a really bad mood

she's angry at me and I brought her a gift but she won't take it

she usually loves them but today…

OH WAIT

I know what happened

she texted me in the afternoon

something about a comment on Instagram or something

ig that's why she's in a bad mood

thanks

I'll check it out

He ended the conversation and opened Instagram, seeing a new post from his dear girlfriend. Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he liked the photo, commenting a heart emoji. There were only around 22 comments on the post, so he decided to go through them. Which comment had triggered her? He found it instantly and his nostrils flared.

Replying to the fairly rude comment, he typed, how about you fuck off and mind your own damn business? If you don't like her, unfollow and leave. There's literally nothing else you need to do. After hitting send, he kept his phone away and, determination shining in his eyes, ran back to the bedroom.

He threw open the door and a sob escaped the lips of the startled woman. He started taking off the annoying clothes he was wearing until he was just in his boxers, sliding into the bed next to her. She attempted to push him away but the strong man didn't budge, holding her on his lap as she thrashed. Soon, she gave up the fight and melted against him, crying her eyes out.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again and again, her breath hitching. "Hush, baby, it's okay, I'm not mad," he whispered, rubbing her back, helping her calm down. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms tight around him. "Tell me the truth. What happened?" he asked even though he knew the answer. Tiredly, Y/N narrated everything; from the comment to all her insecurities.

Sebastian gently cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears off. "Y/N, you're mine. I love taking care of you, I love spoiling you, and I don't do it because I expect something in return, I do it because I love you. Don't listen to strangers on the internet, what better work do they have? Nothing but lowlifes. You don't have to do anything for me. I don't want you to do anything for me."

"But Seb…"

"No. No, you're my girlfriend and only the best for my girl. I love all the gifts you get me. I cherish them wholeheartedly. Just you being my girl is a gift better than anything else in the world, to be honest. But I'm going to continue looking after you whether you like it or not. You don't even have to go to work, I'm here for you. I love you." Y/N teared up again.

They were happy tears.

"I love you so much," she cried weakly and Sebastian pulled her to him, cradling her head, breathing her in. "I love you too, doll. Now will you take my gift, please?" She nodded against him and he gently lowered her on the bed, going outside to get the bag. Once back in their room he handed the bag to her, smiling at the way her eager hands reached up to accept the gift.

As he watched her admiring the bag, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, till death do them part.

His girl, his lovely girl.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

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barbiebatarangs · 3 years

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BABY NAME - DRABBLE

seb stan x reader

Falling in love is scary.

It’s a risk many are unwilling to take. The reward is high, the euphoria, the pleasure the sweet sounds of love, and unconditional partnership. Someone to take your hand through the rugged and wiry and dreadful days. But the risk is higher. The aching pain the sour taste the tart lips that ghost you like a tattoo kiss. You break, heart scattered across the basin in your belly, pointy and sharp and stabbing.

Sebastian made it worth it.

Winter air chills your skin and you tighten the scarf around your neck, burying your nose under the knitted fabric your boyfriend’s grandmother made you.

Your pout is barely visible as you waddle in your oversized coat over to him, burying your head in his large black coat. The snowman is built and for the past 30 minutes, you’ve been arguing over the stupid name for it.

“We’re not naming it Snowball! That’s like naming a kid sperm!” You yell, stomping your booted fuzzy socks in the snow-packed grass.

“You want to name it Mr. Bobinsky after the Coraline character!” He laughs, putting his chin on your head and rubbing his nose in your hair, “You smell like lavender.”

“Stop sniffing me, weirdo!”

“But I’m your weirdo.”

“You’re so cheesy I hate you so much.”

“What if I told you we could name the snowman Mr. Bobinsky.”

Your lips meet in the middle.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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handmaid - 13

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, sexual content (18+)

A/N: i should make it a game out of finding musical references in my chapters. hope you enjoy this chapter xxx

NEXT CHAPTER

- Well, if it’s any worth .. I don’t think half the names I’ve heard given to you do actually have any truth to them.

She had the softest look in her face and for the first time Sebastian couldn’t pin point if it was because she was being truly honest or if the sleepless nights had started to weight on her complexion. Nevertheless, there was no wavering in her voice, no shadow of a doubt, no fear, no nothing. She was just there looking at him with the same innocence she looked at everything in life. He thought that no matter what he’d done in his youth, in his childhood or early adult years, he must’ve done something good for she was standing next to him either she should or shouldn’t.

- C’mon ... - he stepped off the chair, softly wrapping his hand around hers before taking off to the lift, grabbing an umbrella on his way in. Y/N starred at him in confusion as he pressed one of the various buttons on the lift’s panels. Nevertheless, she remained quiet, softly examining every single detail of his face from his eyes to the stubble that had grown from the last time she had seen him. Lowering her gaze, she inspected her his hand wrapped around hers which brought another surge of heat to her face leading to her looking at any other thing rather than that.

The lift stopped and opened in what looked like the terrace. Sebastian was the first to step off, opening the umbrella as she stepped off the lift and onto the rainy night. Holding her closer to his side, he walked all the way to the terrace’s railing which gave a breath taking view of the Upper East Side’s night sky with all its bright lights.

- It is not Paris but I thought you might enjoy it. - he looked down at her but she had her eyes on the city landscape and how beautiful it looked when it was being rained upon.

- It’s beautiful, Seb ... - her eyes widened as her mouth decided to speak without going through her brain first. - I mean Mr. Stan, Sebastian. You should probably go to bed, I mean, it’s been a long day.

- I’ll go to bed if you come with me. - Sebastian smirked at Y/N who had to blink a few times to wonder if she had heard it correctly. Oh no, absolutely not. Gwen would have her head on a stick and even if she didn’t Y/N had absolutely no idea how to go about and do bed business. - Not like that, Y/N.

- Well, I ... I have to go to bed because ... because of Gwen.

- Because of Gwen? - he furrowed his eyebrows, trying not to laugh as she rushed over to the lift pressing the button with as much might as she could. Sighing, he walked to the lift that had quickly arrived. - Alright, because of Gwen.

- She might need my help, Sebastian.

- I’m sure she’ll need help hiding the hickeys made by my staff. - Y/N stopped in her tracks, turning around to look at him. - You surely know she’s not very discreet?

- You can’t tell her that you know, she’ll think I told you and she’ll be mad at me.

- I don’t really care about who Gwen brings into her bed. Besides, I would never get you in trouble ... - he lightly picked her chin staring at her beautiful yet worried eyes at the thought he would tell Gwen he knew about her affairs. Y/N bite her bottom lip, lashes fluttering before he leaned down to kiss her. She would like to say she was caught off guard but she really wasn’t as her hands lightly gripped onto his unruly brown locks.

They continued to kiss as if they were protagonists of a Jane Austen novels who constantly had to remain apart fear of being discovered by society. In some sense, they sort of were and Y/N was very conscious over the fact that they were kissing in the lift that could open at any second. It wasn’t until he bit her plump bottom lip that she was taken from her dazed pink romantic daydreaming state. The unfamiliar sensation led her to let out a small high pitched moan which she hoped wouldn’t have been recognised by the mob boss. Unfortunately to her, it was very much heard and he started to move his lips from hers to her chin, jaw and then neck, igniting the fire even more. She could feel his lips sucking on her collarbones which would for sure leave a few marks but Y/N was much too lost on how well it felt to worry about that.

- Seb ... Sebastian. - she choked another moan from coming through. What was she doing? This man was about to be married to her friend and she was very close to hitting second base with him. However, her self control seemed to want to disappear whenever his lips kissed her very soft skin or whenever he bite softly into her skin.

- Well, angel, I said I’d never get you in trouble. - the lift dinged and he stepped away from her, smirking at her tousled appearance and plump lips before taking off to the stairs and up to this bedroom leaving Y/N to regain her breathe against the wall of the lift.

How dare him?! Her most primitive self asked, livid that he had left her in such state that she didn’t know if to follow him into his bedroom or kick the wall of the lift. However, her more careful and let’s face it logical side was telling her to go to her bedroom and lock her door before she could do anything wrong.

Without much thought and attention to her more primitive self, she climbed up the stairs and rushed into her bedroom, locking the door behind her. It wasn’t like Sebastian was gonna barge into her bedroom and take her right then and there. Not that she would mind it. However, she knew that right now she had no self control. Whenever that man stared at her or did anything, her self-control seemed to perish and suddenly she was this loose moral woman okay with an extra marital affair. Not that he was married.

After pacing around in her bedroom for what felt like a full hour, trying to tire herself out of the high he had put her in, she eventually stripped off her clothing before sliding under her very comfortable duvet, closing her eyes and hoping her brain would be kind enough not to dwell on the lift events during her dreams.

Meanwhile, Sebastian was rather heated up, heart hammering into his chest as he concentrated on that beautiful memory of the very polished, very repressed Y/N in that sinful appearance. God, he knew he couldn’t just do things the way he would do them if she was literally anyone else. It wasn’t like Sebastian believed Gwen would harm Y/N, god no. That woman had a terrible aim and talked more than acted, however, he could see Mr. Forrest clearly having an issue with “the most loyal employee” having an affair with his daughter’s fiancé. Not that he cared about what Mr. Forrest thought but he wanted Y/N safe. She was the last truly kind person in this business he knew and he would protect her with his life. No, with Y/N he had to carefully tip toe and curb his enthusiasm and desires.

Nevertheless, he’s hot, he’s on fire. He felt as if the hottest day of the summer was nothing compared to how flustered and flush he was feeling right now. There was no question as to him having thought and even dreaming about the handmaid in less than polite scenarios, certainly normally on her knees being delightfully submissive to him. However, he had never gotten that close to the actual dreams that haunted him at night constantly awaking him with something to deal with.

Too consumed with his desires, he turned on the TV hoping it would daze him to dreamland which it eventually did.

Hours later, Y/N was the first to awake up, groaning at the sunbeams that coursed through her bedroom and hit her face. It was light enough that she couldn’t sleep so with a spring in her step, she jumped off her bed and walked to the bathroom. Normally she would’ve just entered the shower with little to no thought but this morning she stopped by the mirror, noticing the hickeys that were very prominent on her neck and collarbones. She felt that familiar heat creep up to her face, moving slightly so she could look at the marks better. Her fingers softly traced the bruises, a slight curious smile forming on her face.

This curiosity was quickly brought down as she remembered who had caused them. Sebastian. Sebastian Stan as in the man promised to the woman she had sworn her life to, or at least had lived her life to so far. Pushing that thought away from her head, she entered the shower, turning the water on. She rubbed the water off her face, her mind going back to when she was with him, the feeling of his lips tracing her collarbones and neck still ghosting on her skin and that newly found heat returned to her.

Mindlessly, she brought the shower head to her body, letting the water cascade down her back and torso until she lowered it to her lower part, gasping slightly as the medium pressured warm water hit her clitoris. She gasped, leaning against the wet tiles of the bathroom wall, as the water hit her pleasure spot bringing the new and exciting sensations up to a new height. Her head slightly slide down the wall as she brought the shower head closer. The emotions would’ve reached a catharsis had it not been for someone knocking on her bedroom door. Afraid and not expecting the knock, she dropped the shower head out of surprise and turned the tap off.

Wrapping herself in one of the monogramed fluffy white towels that existed in every single bathroom in the penthouse, she paced to the door, partially opening it to see Sebastian’s cerulean eyes staring directly at her.

- Good morning, angel. - his eyes lowered to his initials on her white towel. This made his ego grow, there she was wearing his own initials on a towel covering her nude body. - Don’t you look ravishing?

- Shush ... - her eyes widened as she looked around the hall. - What if Gwen heard that?

- I’m gonna forbid you to mention her name whenever we speak, angel.

- You’re the most impossible boy. - she stabbed his chest with her ring finger, holding the towel up with her other hand.

- Don’t be mad at me, angel. - he placed his hands on her waist, successfully entering her room and closing the door behind him with his foot. - I couldn’t do anything else with you in a lift, you deserve better.

- There is no anything between us. You’re engaged.

- Don’t you wanna kiss me? - he caged her between the wall and him, hands resting on both side of her head. - Be honest.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Flowers burst into the concrete

Summary: Sometimes you have to fall to get back up stronger than ever before...

Request: Would write for Chris Evans having sex with reader and her moaning I love you as she cums and him freaking out. Later he acts cold towards her but realizing he loves her as well as she tries to move on with someone?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, OFC Jack x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited love?, arguments, sad Chris, fluff, adorable Dodger, torn reader

A/N: Here’s finally the requested sequel to: Love Confessions

“Please, baby girl. I know that my behavior is inexcusable but the weeks without you let me see how much I miss you. Y/N, please let me and Dodger in. He’s missing you too.” Chris pleads while you fight with your emotions.

Your head tells you to send Chris straight to hell, but your heart at least wants to hear him out. On top of all, you missed Dodger too. The poor guy is whining outside your door and you sigh deeply as he seems to call your name.

When you open the door again, only a crack to let Dodger, in you glare at Chris who tries to press his hands against your door.

“You’ve got ten minutes, Chris. That’s more than you deserve. More than you were willing to give me that night.”

“I…”, choking on his words Chris nods when you open the door wide, walking with it to let Chris into your new home. “Thank you, baby.”

“Let’s make one thing clear, I am not your baby, baby girl, or shit. Whatever I believed we had, is over.” Pointing toward your couch you give Chris a cold glare. “You wanted to talk, talk. I have other things going on in my life than hearing meaningless lies leave your lips.

Sitting on a bean bag you smile when Dodger rests his head onto your lap. He’s purring low when you stroke his head. “He missed you. I swear Dodger didn’t listen to me for weeks after you left.”

“He’s a dog, he’ll get over me. As soon as one of the other girls you banged, while we were together, comes to your home on a regular base he’ll forget about me, just like you.” Huffing you roll your eyes. “Sorry, I mean, while we were not together.”

“Y/N, please give me a chance to explain my side of the story. Yes, I acted like an idiot after you confessed your love to me that night. I believed we have a good arrangement. We had fun, great sex and we liked each other. After you told me about your love for me I believed you want…”

“I wanted what, Chris? Money? Fame? Attention?” Chortling you look at Dodger.

“Can you believe this, Dodge? Nowadays you can’t tell someone you love him without making the guy freak out as he believes you want his money. I am not a goddamn sugar babe, Chris. Did I ever ask you for anything?”

“No.” Mumbling his answer Chris watches you gently rubbing Dodgers back. His dog whines with every stroke of your hand and for the first time, Chris wishes he could change roles with his dog. “I am sorry for assuming you want more than my love.”

“Great conversation. Can you leave me alone now? I think we clarified you acted like an idiot. I shouldn’t have told you about my feelings and that your dog is more loyal than you could ever be.” Your voice and posture show self-confidence. There is a fire in your eyes now and Chris likes it – a lot.

“You grew stronger. I never saw you that confident and headstrong before.” Chris’s blue eyes search your face as you concentrate on ruffling Dodger’s fur.

“Even the smallest flower can burst into the concrete if it wants to. I did the same after you kicked me out of your life. It took me a while, to be honest.

I mourned, cried, threw things around until I realized that no man is worth my tears. Not even Chris Evans, Captain America himself, deserves to walk all over me.”

Now you get up, a cold smile on your lips. “You don’t want me? Don’t want my love or body?” Huffing you grab the rose Chris placed onto the table to toss it into his face.

“Fine! Out there are dozens of men liking me the way I am. You are not the sun to me, Evans. Not anymore. I do not bend myself to your will for you to break me again.”

“Y/N, baby girl. I…I am an idiot, okay. I was so afraid of giving in to my feelings, to admit anything that I hurt you. I tried to forget about you, cut you out of my life but…I can’t forget about you. I threw myself into work, went out with friends. Nothing could keep my mind from wandering toward you.”

“Awe-poor Chris. Ignored the girl confessing her love. Boohoo, Evans. Wake up and look around. People confess their feelings every day and they do not die or get hurt.”

Your anger gets the best out of you when you step closer to Chris to poke your index finger into his chest. “People break up. People disappoint each other. People live happily ever after.”

“Y/N…I…” Chris tries to calm you but all he gets is a slap to his cheek, a harsh one. He’s rubbing his skin, not believing you hit him.

“Those people are brave. They try, okay. Everyone out there in a relationship or marriage only tries to do his or her best to make it work. But to make it work you have to try and not chicken out.”

Panting you clench your fists. “What you did was cruel Chris! You made me feel like a worthless piece of meat you could use to get off. I never felt that dirty and ugly before. All you ever did was hurting me!”

“I am sorry, Y/N. Please can we not…” Another slap hits his other cheek and you give him a warning glare. Chris falls silent, knowing he needs to hear you out.

“I am still not done! For once in this relationship or not relationship you will listen to me, Christopher!” Chris flinches when you use his full name.

“You can’t come here, weeks after you abandoned and ignored me to what – ask me to come back to play your bed warmer? Why did you come here? – be honest.

Was it as you missed me or rather the fact you saw me with another man at the park? Did you have the sudden urge to mark your territory? Did you come here for a quick fuck or to make sure I will not fuck someone else?”

“I…” Flinching away Chris takes a step backward. “I was at your working place and they told me you are at the park. I tried to find the guts to talk to you but then that guy showed up and I felt like someone stabbed my heart.”

“Good.” Snorting you watch Dodger crawl toward you to rest his head onto your left foot. “You deserve all the pain in the world.”

“If you want me to answer your question honestly, it was a bit of both. I wanted to talk to you for weeks but didn’t know how. Seb was mad at me, refused to listen. Then I saw you with that guy and knew, I have to get my shit together and talk to you.”

Chris gives you puppy dog eyes but, to his disappointment, it doesn’t work. You look at Dodger, not him. All your attention is focused on his dog and he slowly despairs.

“Please…one date. A coffee…anything. Please. I’ll do anything if you at least give me the chance to talk things out. Even if we can only become friends, I need you in my life.”

Sniffling Chris tries to touch your arm, but you shove his hand away. “Okay…not touching… “

“Friends…I don’t know. I will have to think about a few things. I…I will…” Looking at Dodger who is busy to nuzzle your leg you smile. “We can have a coffee, on Monday. I will spend the weekend with Jack, as planned. I need to…”

Chris nods silently, afraid you will not meet up with him but scared you will let Jack do more than hold your hand or kiss your cheek.

“Jack is a nice guy, I like him. We both got disappointed by our partners, or in our case, not partners. He deserves to know that you were here and that we talked. I need to clarify a few things for myself.”

You can see Chris flinch at your words, but he can only blame himself for letting you slip through his fingers. “I’ll do anything…”

“I want you to go home and not contact me until Monday. I will send you a message if you give me your number. I don’t have it anymore.“ Chris swallows hard hearing you don’t even have his number.

“I’ll be waiting for you…” Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen you hand it to Chris. “I want you to know that I wasn’t with anyone. Not while we were together nor after.”

“How kind of you…” Mocking Chris you turn your attention back toward Dodger. “You will be good for me.“ Dodger licks your face when you kneel next to him.

“Dodge…no…stop…“ Giggles leave your lips when he won’t stop nuzzling you. “I will meet up with you if you bring Dodger too.”

“You love him…”

“At least he returns my feelings.” Adding another stab to his heart you glance up at Chris. “You should go now, Chris. I can’t talk to you any longer.“

You can’t wrap your mind around the fact Chris came to your apartment. While you look out of the window of the cabin Jack rented you rub your eyes.

“You barely spared anything a glance. What happened?”

“I…I am so confused and…” Jack nods, handing you a mug with hot chocolate. “I am sorry…”

“Don’t be, Y/N. We both knew that our friendship is just that, friendship. We just…” Jack sighs, wishing there could be more between him and you.

“I still love my ex and you, well you could have a chance with Chris. Let’s not pretend we want to fall into each other’s arms.”

“You met her…” Looking at Jack knowingly you pat his hand. “What happened? Last week you wanted to take the next step and now we are on common ground. I am not mad, Jack. Honestly, the moment I took a step into the cabin I knew this won’t work out.”

“She…she looked so breathtakingly beautiful and, I don’t know. Delilah wants to meet up with me, wants to talk about a few things.” Jack’s eyes meet yours and you see the uncertainty.

“If you believe you can be happy with her you can try to work things out. She gave you the boot as you weren’t ready to give up your career to follow her to London. Maybe, just maybe it’s time to compromise, Jack.” Pecking your cheek Jack nods before he gets his phone out.

“Mind if we cut the weekend short?” While you watch Jack dial Delilah’s number you slide your finger over the print on the shirt you stole from Chris. “Y/N?”

“We can drive back, Jack. Go and get your girl. Let at least one of us have a happy end with the person we love. I am not sure Chris wants me.” Sniffling you wipe a single tear away. “I bet he was just jealous of seeing me with you.”

“Means he’s interested. Now, let’s get him…huh?” A huff later you start to pack your things…

“What if she’s already…no…no…” Dodger watches Chris pace from one end of the room to the other. “Dodger, don’t say things like that…don’t even think it…”

Whining Dodger trots toward the door. “Dodge, let me…fuck…what if she doesn’t call me? Oh-shit. I should’ve told her I love her - right? I am a fucking idiot!”

Dodge is unimpressed. He’s sitting in front of the door, now purring as he can hear someone on the other side. “Dodger, could you just support me here?”

Chris sits onto the couch, hiding his face in the palms he starts to cry. “What if she’s in love with him? What if they make love right now?”

Sobs leave Chris's lips while Dodger starts to lick the door. “Dodger, that’s…eek…what are you?” A knock let Chris jumps up from the couch. “Come here, boy. Let me open the door to…”

Dodger jumps up on you, tries to lick your face while you fight the dog with all you’ve got.

“Dodger…no…eek…that’s…no!” Giggling you almost stumble over your bag but Chris holds Dodger back to help you.

“Y/N…” He finally chokes out while you gather your belongings. “You’re here…”

“Oh-yeah. I kinda forgot my keys and after Jack and I decide to stay only friends as he goes back to his girlfriend, or now fiancé I am kinda homeless until my mom comes to my place on Monday. I had hoped I could bunker on your couch…”

Chris blinks a few times before he brings you in his arms. He’s peppering kisses to your hair while Dodger tries to press himself between the both of you.

“I love you, Y/N. So much. I…I almost went insane knowing you are with him.”

His lips press against your temple and you don’t know if you did the right thing but here in Chris’s arms, you can forget everything else for a moment. “Please…please…”

“I think Dodger missed me too. How about I show him the toy I bought for him?” Humming Chris looks at you in his arms, not wanting to let you go. “You have to let me go to get it out of my bag.”

“No, baby. Just let me hold you for a while. Please. Whatever you decided, give me five more minutes to pretend you’ll not slip through my fingers.”

Your hands shake when he cups your face with his own. Chris just looks at you before a soft kiss lets you melt into his arms. “Please…”

“We can try to be friends and maybe…just maybe a bit more…” He’s ghosting his lips over yours, not agreeing. “Chris.”

“More…please much more. We can…I mean. Do you want to …fuck it. I love you, Y/N. Please stay with me tonight. Not for sex, just to hold you.”

“I can try…”

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Wedding Shenanigans

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary: You’re in Spain where you meet Sebastian, who is also at the same after-party celebrating your mutual friend’s wedding.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, smut 18+, dirty talk, language.

Authors Notes: this is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club 💕 I hope you’re all keeping safe and positive 🌸💕

“Saw you earlier at the wedding and you looked gorgeous.” He complimented, learning against the bar.

“Have to say, so did you.” You flirted slightly thanks to the effects of the alcohol.

“Thanks doll. I’m Sebastian.”

“Y/N.”

You and Sebastian chatted near the bar most of the night. He told you about his work, you told him how you knew his mutual friend. As the night went on and the drinks going down well, you eventually ended up on the dance floor.

With a drink of some sort in his hand and the music binding your souls together. You were shamelessly grinding hard against his crotch. His hand roaming all over your body, heating the fire in your core.

Before midnight, you were pinned up against the wall in his hotel room. His lips attacking your neck, biting, nipping and sucking.

His fingers bruising your hips as he practically ripped your dress down your body and cupped your clothed pussy.

“Oh Seb!” You moaned breathlessly. His touch, his scent was absolutely captivating. What could only be described as an animalistic growl coming from Seb as he yanked your wet panties down your legs.

You stepped out of them, kicking them to the side and removing the remnants of your dress. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, unbuckling it with his zipper and button. He shoved them down his legs impatiently along with his boxers and grabbed the back of your thighs. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed him hungrily.

“Fuck! I gotta be in you baby girl.” The head of his cock poked against your entrance. Sebastian readjusted his stance and with a slight bend of his knees, brought you down on his hard throbbing member. Your cunt immediately engulfed him a tight embrace.

He kept you like that for a few minutes. Allowing you to adjust to his impressively large size.

“Holy- fuck. You’re so big.” You breathed into his ear. Seb groaned and started to lift your body up and down on his shaft. The large vein on the underside of his cock throbbed against your walls. The tip nudged your beauty spot consistently and it made you see lots of stars in your visions.

“Oh fuck yeah baby. You’re so fuckin’ wet and tight for me.” Seb moaned, the sounds of your wetness sloshing around his cock filled the room.

“I’m not gonna last!” You moaned out when he picked up pace. Holding your hips still and plowed up into you. His balls slapped against your ass. Your head thrown back against the wall as he painfully stabbed your cervix.

Your walls tightened around him, swallowing him back in with each thrust. You could feel and hear your slick on the base of his cock. His grip on your thigh tightened.

Seb’s pubic bound grinded against your clit. Your lips formed a perfect ‘O’ shape as his hard and fast thrusts sent you into the world of blissful euphoria.

Sebastian grunted as your cunt restricted his movements. The sensation of your hot juices flowing down his cock was too much for him. He stilled his hips, his pubic bone flushed against yours as you felt his hot cum spurt up in you. Both of you moaning at the feeling of you both contracting around each other.

“Holy shit.” Seb mumbled into your neck. “That was hot. I didn’t expect that.” Seb chuckled pulling away to get a look at your post-orgasm bliss.

“Me neither. I’m glad I came to this wedding.” You chuckled and Seb lowered you down to your feet gently.

“Me too doll. I made a mess on your thigh, care to join me for a hot shower and maybe round 2 in bed?”

“You has this all planned out didn’t you?” You giggled as you wiped some of his cum that had leaked from your hole onto your thigh, bringing it sexily up to your lips and sucked the salty stuff from your finger.

“Since I saw you at the ceremony.” His breathing was rigid as he watched what you did. “Fuck that’s hot. Come on baby, I can’t wait any longer.”

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