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marmorafarms · 2 years

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Gridball Jerseys and Cigarettes, Chapter 2

Hey guys, and welcome to the second chapter of my Sebastian x Alex fic! So glad you're here reading it! The chapter list is below, so you can read from the beginning if you're just joining!

Ch. 1

Summary: Alex has had a crush on Sebastian ever since they were kids. Their friendship fell apart, but Alex is determined to fix it. Will their relationship work? Or is it doomed to fail due to Alex's Grandfather's strict views?

Word count: 2,423 words

Warnings: cigarette use, alcohol consumption

Chapter Rating: T for Teen

"What are those?" Alex asked, as his blue-haired friend skidded to a halt in front of him. She had quite literally run over to him with what looked like pieces of paper in her hand. He tossed his gridball in the air a few times while he waited for a reply.

"Tickets!" Emily said with a toothy grin. "To see Goblin Destroyer!"

"Who?" Alex asked, face scrunching in concentration. "Oh! Sebastian's band!"

Emily rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you forgot their name," she said and thrust one of the tickets at him. Alex took it and stared.

"We've never had to have tickets before," he said, looking at Emily quizzically. Goblin Destroyer had played plenty of times down on the beach. Gus would serve drinks, and everyone would gather around and listen to them play. It was always a guaranteed good time.

"That's because they only played in Pelican Town. But this time, they landed a gig in Zuzu City!" Emily clapped her hands in excitement.

"In Zuzu City?" Alex gasped, eyes wide. "That's a big deal!"

"Sure is!" Emily said. "So you're going, right? I bought that ticket for you."

Alex bit his lip. It would be great to see Sebastian play. They hadn't crossed paths since the smoke blowing incident (Emily said it was called "shotgunning") and Alex was having a difficult time trying to figure out how to casually meet up with him.

Maybe they could meet up after the concert. He could compliment Sebastian on his playing. That could lead to an actual conversation, right?

"I dunno…I'll have to ask my grandparents…" Alex said nervously.

"It was $90," Emily said, "Per ticket. Non-refundable."

"Oh hey, grandma? Grandpa?" Alex said, putting his hand to his ear like a phone. "You're suddenly okay with me going to the city late at night with no supervision? Amazing! Can't believe it! Good news Emily," he said, putting his hand down, "I can go."

Emily clapped her hands together excitedly. "This is gonna be so much fun! And don't worry about your grandparents, okay? Haley and I came up with a special plan."

Alex frowned. These two sisters were downright dangerous when they put their heads together to come up with a plan. Mischief wasn't something Haley was usually up for, but when Emily planted an idea in her head, things could get intense.

"It's nothing bad!" Emily said quickly.

"That's what you said when you allowed Léo to modify the Mayor's boxers with your sewing machine!"

"Lucky purple shorts," Emily amended. "And they turned out lovely. That gold trim made them look so fancy!"

"Yeah, but Mayor Lewis was furious!" Alex retorted.

"Well, I'm sure he'll get over it when he has a special guest over who gets to admire them," Emily said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"I hate that you just made me think of the Mayor doing the do with–"

"Did you really just say "doing the do" instead of saying sex?" Emily said with a snort. "Are you twelve?"

"Look, we're way off track!" Alex said, flustered. "Whatever plan you and Haley have cooked up is probably crazy!"

"It isn't though!" Emily insisted. "Haley told you about our parents deciding to ditch us again for Winter Star, right?"

"If by "tell me" you mean slamming my bedroom door open, flopping onto my bed, and screaming into my pillow without stopping for a full 60 seconds…then yes, she told me," Alex said. It had been a very strange experience, but Alex had done his best to comfort her.

"Yeah, she was pretty pissed when they backed out and decided not to come to Pelican Town. So they sent us some "Sorry we're shit parents" gifts. I got a serger, and Haley got a vintage Polaroid camera!" Emily said. Alex waited patiently for her to continue. He wasn't sure where she was going with this.

"So we thought that you could tell your grandparents that you want to get Haley a super special gift for Winter Star! We'll just say it took a while to find the perfect gift. And when they ask to see what you got…you'll show them the Polaroid camera! Nobody in town knows she has it yet!" Emily looked rather pleased with herself, and honestly, Alex thought the plan was a pretty good one.

"Alright," Alex said. "That should work."

“It will work,” Emily said firmly. “Just…make sure to keep the fact that you’re going to the concert on the down low, yeah?”

“Right,” Alex said with a nod. He wouldn’t want someone to accidentally let slip that he was going to a concert. His grandparents meant well, but they were a bit overprotective. Scratch that, very overprotective. He was 23 years old, and they still treated him like he was 16. It was infuriating. Going to the city shouldn’t be an issue. And while they technically couldn’t stop him from going out, his grandfather had locked him out of the house one night when he stayed at the spa until 10 pm.

The day before the concert arrived, and Haley had insisted that instead of meeting by the bus stop, he should meet at her and Emily's house.

"I need to approve your outfit," she had said, looking dead serious. "I can't have you embarrassing Pelican Town by wearing something ridiculous."

So Alex found himself walking into their home, door unlocked as always when Haley knew Alex would be coming over.

"I'm here!" Alex called out.

"Alex!" Haley said happily, emerging from her bedroom. She stopped short and stared at him.

"What?" Alex said nervously.

"What in gay hell," Haley murmured, eyes flicking over him from top to bottom. "You can't wear that."

"What's wrong with my outfit?" Alex asked defensively.

"You absolutely cannot wear a gridball jersey and loose fitting jeans to a rock concert!" Haley said, exasperated. "Emily! Get over here right now!"

Emily walked out of the bathroom and Alex gulped. Okay, maybe he wasn't dressed appropriately. Emily was wearing a tight black tanktop with the words "Hell's Belles" on it. Her tight black jeans had a studded belt through the loops, and her Doc Martens looked fantastic.

"Oh fuck no," Emily said, and Alex crossed his arms, letting out a huff of annoyance.

"I can't change now!" Alex said. "I'll have to just go in this."

"Nope, no, no you won't," Emily said. "Let me grab you something."

Alex laughed. "You're a twig!" he said. "How the hell will I fit into your clothes?"

Emily ignored him, and brought out a pair of skinny jeans that definitely weren't hers, a white shirt, and a leather jacket.

"The jacket and jeans are left over from a fitting I did with Shane," she said. "Though he ended up in something uh…well anyway. The shirt is mine. It's like a dress on me, but it should fit you."

It was tight. No matter how baggy Emily had claimed it was, it left nothing to the imagination when it came to his chest and abs.

"These jeans," he grumbled, coming out of the bathroom, "have almost no space in the crotch! I hate them!"

"Suck it up, you look great!" Haley said.

"Yes, that's more like it," Emily said approvingly. "Now let's go!"

They raced to the bus stop quickly, hoping that nobody would catch sight of them and rat Alex out. They made it without incident, exhaling in relief when they saw Pam wasn't driving the bus tonight. She wasn't one to tell on anyone, but still. She sometimes had loose lips when she got drunk at the Saloon.

Alex bought the bus tickets, determined to pay for everything. Emily had spent quite a lot of cash on the concert tickets after all. He had tried to pay her back for them, but she refused, saying that if he bought her drinks and food at the concert, she’d consider it repaid.

“Are you sure I look okay?” Alex had said, glancing at Emily as they sat down.

“Have you seen the looks you’re getting?” Emily said with a grin. “Everyone on this bus is checking you out. You look fantastic!”

Alex nodded. He had noticed people looking at him, but was still concerned. He was planning on trying to meet with Sebastian backstage, and he was worried he looked ridiculous.

“Well…okay,” Alex said. The bus ride was a long one, and Alex was relieved when he finally got to get off the bus. He stretched, and then he and Emily made their way to the venue.

They were playing in a large park-like area. Apparently, it was a large space owned by the brewery nearby. This brewery would be providing the food and drink for the concert, and Emily was thrilled at the idea that the beer wouldn’t taste terrible.

“It always tastes like someone pissed in my drink,” she said.

“Maybe they did,” Alex teased, and Emily made a face.

The beer was excellent, and they even managed to score some decent snacks before finding a spot to sit. They had come early enough to where they’d be able to sit nearby the stage. Alex wondered if Sebastian would see him from the stage, but guessed that his friend wouldn’t actually be looking into the audience.

When the opening act came on stage, Emily’s shirt suddenly made a lot more sense. The band was an AC/DC cover band that was made up of all women. They were called “Hells Belles” and apparently Emily was a huge fan.

“They’re amazing, you’ll see!” she said in excitement.

Emily was right, they were amazing. They played each song perfectly, and somehow managed to make them sound better than the originals! Alex clapped and whooped after they finished, and was slightly disappointed to see them go. But those feelings immediately evaporated when Goblin Destroyer came on stage.

Emily giggled at the look on Alex’s face when Sebastian walked out. There was no other way to say it, he looked sexy.

Sebastian was known for his baggy hoodies, but right now? He was wearing practically the opposite, if that was a thing. His shirt was ripped and tight, showing off his well defined arms and…collar bone piercings? Alex didn’t even know that was a thing, but he was so glad it was.

He gulped as he spotted hip piercings, shown off by his low slung skinny jeans. Since when did Sebastian have all these piercings? He knew about the lip, ears, and eyebrow piercings, but the rest? Alex swallowed thickly. Sebastian typically didn’t put his lip and eyebrow jewelry in, but he was wearing it tonight. God, Alex wished he wore them every day. He looked amazing.

“Put your eyes back into your head, you completely missed everything Sam just said!” Emily hissed.

“Oh,” Alex said sheepishly, realizing that she was right. He hadn’t even registered that Sam was speaking at all.

When they began to play, a wide grin split Alex’s face in two. He knew he enjoyed their music, but it was much tamer in Pelican town. But the songs they were playing now were far more intense. The music was louder, and they played like they meant it, none of them worried about how they would be perceived.

And the lyrics were very different. Swear words and sexual innuendos were in practically every song. Jas and Vincent often attended the Pelican Town concerts, so they never played songs like this. Alex was loving it, and really getting into the music. Emily was as well, and they both found themselves dancing and shouting.

Alex noticed Emily dancing with a few people, but he wasn’t sure how to feel when he was approached. Usually, he would be all for it, but he felt weird, dancing with someone when he was here to see the guy he was interested in playing.

Intermission finally came, and Alex found himself being forcefully dragged to the stage by Emily. He let himself be pulled, but was confused by what she was doing. She had given no explanation, simply grabbing his wrist and running.

“ABIGAIL!” Emily screamed out as the band was making their way offstage. Abigail was the drummer, and stopped when she heard her name. She looked very surprised at someone knowing her by name, and looked into the audience. Surprise was written all over her face when she saw Emily and Alex standing there.

“Holy shit!” Abigail said, looking very happy. “Come over here! Sam and Seb will definitely want to see you guys! Hell, I’m excited to see you guys!”

Alex didn’t think twice about following the two chattering girls backstage, but was suddenly overcome with a wave of fear when he realized exactly what was about to go down. He was about to see his crush, who looked sexy as hell, and was supposed to act natural? Alex didn’t even manage to act natural with his first attempt at conversation with Sebastian, how was he supposed to do so now?

“Hey guys!” Abigail shouted out, “Look who’s here!”

Sam and Sebastian looked over from where they were standing. Since the backstage area was outside, Sebastian had a cigarette, and had just taken a long drag from it before looking over. His eyebrows shot up, looking just as surprised as Abigail had.

Sebastian looked even better close up, and Alex found himself unable to take his eyes off of the man before him. Words died in his throat as Emily began to speak to them. How long was too long to look at someone for? Alex forgot.

“Nice to see you Alex,” Sebastian said in his raspy voice. He gave Alex a small smile, before looking at Emily. “You too, Em,” he said. “Can’t believe you guys are here.”

“You guys should totally have some drinks with us after the show!” Sam said excitedly. “We were just going to celebrate our first totally legit gig with some tequila shots, but just with us three. It’ll be way more fun if you guys join in!”

Emily expressed her interest straight away, but Alex was more hesitant. His eyes flicked to Sebastian, who was looking at him. It was hard to tell what the expression was on his face. That man was hard to read.

“You’re gonna join us, right?” Sebastian finally said.

“Of course!” Alex said, caving. How could he say no to such a pretty face?

Sebastian smiled once more, and Alex practically melted. Okay, he had to go now. And he found himself pretty excited about it.

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

summary: not every chapter ends in happily every after pairing: ex!andrei x fem!reader, bff!sebastian x fem!reader word count: 6.4k warning(s): lots of cussing, not proofread, probs improper use of finnish terms (s/o google translate), there is also literally no plot note: this was originally supposed to be traitor for the sour series, but then i went in a diff direction and had this fic just sitting in my docs. so then i wrote an extra 5k words. pls this was the longest piece i've written and i'm about 98% sure this made no sense lmfao. regardless, i hope you like it.

translations 1. kaipaan sinua - i miss you 2. syödä - eat 3. kirottu - damn 4. älä ole - don't be

⊱ ────── ༺❀༻ ────── ⊰

“Please Y/n,” Sebastian begs over the phone, “It’s opening night, you have to come.”

“Actually Sepe,” You mumble, turning over in your bed, “I don’t. And I shouldn’t. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

The room is dim, only sunlight peeking through the slats of your blinds giving you the ability to see around your room. Not that you even want to anyway, considering the mess that has piled up in your room. Your usual manic cleaning episode has yet to wash over you, and in your current emotional state you do not have the willpower to get up and do something about the mess otherwise.

“You have to get out of your house, Y/n. You need to breathe in some fresh air, it’ll help you feel better.”

“Wouldn’t exactly say that the arena counts as fresh air.” You retort, pulling the phone away from your ear and turning the call on speaker. You rest your phone on the pillow beside you, waiting for Sebastian’s response. Your eyes focus on the cups and mugs sitting on your night stand, mind wondering what leftover concoctions are sitting in them.

“Better than your room. Bet it’s messy as shit right now.”

“Shut up. I’m in a rut.”

“A rut” is an extreme understatement. This is more than a little obstacle that is easily fixed with a homemade meal and some tender love and care. It takes more than a friend’s encouragement to get fresh air. There isn’t anything, to your knowledge, that could pull out of the darkness you had landed in. Heartbreak has gotten the best of you, eating you up from the inside out as you stare at the shards of your glass heart sitting before you. It’s the type of sadness that seems to have consumed all of you in the last two weeks. Every move you make brings you to tears, makes it harder to breathe. Your sorrow controls you, and there’s only one person to blame: Andrei.

On a normal day, the boy on the other end of the line could easily manage to entice you out of bed and into whatever adventure he had planned. And more often than not, watching your favorite team on the ice would be enough to distract you from your anxieties, even if it’s for just two hours. But these days haven’t been normal, and the idea of leaving the safety of your home makes you feel sick. Sebastian is your best friend, and he’s stepped up and assumed the position of being your person while you fall apart. The night Andrei decided to call it quits, he was the first person you called. He sat on the phone with you for two hours as you cried on your bathroom floor, despite being on the other side of the country and playing a game in the morning. You cried and cried until your tears wore you down. Sebastian is your rock, the only person you could truly trust in these times. He is the only one who truly listened to your grief, listened as you poured your heart out and asked the world why everything happened the way it did.

Yes your girlfriends made sure to check up on you, they tried to be there for you, but it’s not the same. They meant well, trying to lift your head up by saying that Andrei ‘ain’t shit’ and calling him all kinds of names, but that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. Andrei being the bad guy never settled right in your mind. Despite the state he left you in, you never thought poorly of him.

“Kaipaan sinua,” Sebastian’s soft voice breaks you from your thoughts, “Please. Come.”

There is desperation in his voice, something you don’t hear from the prideful young man often. So you concede, reluctantly. “Fine. But I’m leaving immediately after the game.”

“That’s fine. I’ll pick you up before, and then we’ll leave right after. You’re the best, Y/n.”

You bid goodbyes and then he hangs up. You turn on your back, rolling over onto your stomach. Opening night is only three days away and it isn’t nearly enough time to prepare yourself for the fact that you will inevitably see Andrei. Bile rises to your throat, nerves and anxiety enticing it out of you. You run to the bathroom, spewing the very little you had in your stomach. The throw up burns as it comes up. Your chest heaves up and down as panic begins to take over as you sit on the floor of your bathroom, body damp with sweat as moments of the last two weeks play over in your mind. You think of the night he decided to end it, the sullen look in his deep brown eyes as he sits across from you on the couch.

“I don’t think this relationship is good for us anymore.”

You were taken aback by the statement. Sure, your relationship hit a couple of bumps in the final two months but nothing that would make you think that the relationship was no longer worth it. You barely heard his reasons, the way he spoke about the both of you being too young to be tied down. You vaguely remember the mention of wanting to focus on his career and that he didn’t need any distractions. Your heart aches at the memory of you reaching out to him and how quickly he swiped his hand from your grasp. There isn’t anything left in your stomach, but you feel the need to throw up again.

“Please, Andrei! Don’t do this. We can work through this.”

The sound of agony in your voice as you begged him brings tears to your eyes. You bargained and begged until he stopped you. The ghost of his hands around yours sends a shiver down your spine, reminding you of his dull tone as he tells you that he is breaking up with you.

“Maybe in the future, we will be better for each other.”

The break-up has been on repeat in the back of your mind, trying to understand what is the real reason he decided to call it quits so abruptly. Was it for his career? That he was too young to be tied down? You flipped between the two, thinking about which made the most sense but neither did. And when you push his reasons back, his promise of maybe is at the forefront of your mind. You hold on to that maybe, hold on to the possibility that at the end of all this hurt and heartache, you’ll both find your way back to each other. What’s meant to be, will be. You love Andrei with every piece of you. He is your person, the only one you could ever picture a future with. No past love can ever compare to him and all things you shared together. You are convinced that because of that, he is meant for you. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

You flush the toilet before pushing yourself off the floor. Your eyes meet your reflection, heart sinking at the sight. Dull eyes, pale skin, and the obvious weight loss is enough to send you back into another round of tears. You don’t recognize the person staring back at you. That stupid, broken look mocks you and it makes you want to scream. The pad of your thumb swipes your cheeks, collecting the wet from your tears. You straighten your shoulders, looking at yourself one more time.

God, you think, I hate this.

༺❀༻

Thursday rolls around faster than you'd like. Sebastian is at your door just before three, a smoothie and sandwich in hand. He stands at your door, clad in maroon pants and a plaid jacket to match. And in typical Sebastian fashion, a red beanie covers his undoubtedly disheveled hair to tie his look together. His eyes are bright when you open the door, a proud smile on his lips.

“You look good.” He compliments, stepping into your home. “Now here, eat before we go.”

“No, I’m fine. I ate.”

“A slice of bread doesn’t count. C’mon, it’s your favorite.” You don’t budge and he gives you a hard stare, “Syödä.”

“I don’t know what that means, but it’s still no.”

After much back and forth, Sebastian manages to convince you to drink the smoothie and he’d eat the sandwich. The car ride is quiet, only the sound of the radio and your quiet gulps of your smoothie. Nerves begin to get to you, your leg bumping up and down and your thumb back under your teeth. You were minutes from the PNC arena, minutes from very possibly running into your ex-boyfriend. Today may very well be the first time you see him since that terrible night. You know that Sebastian will do good on his promise, but it’s not like he can babysit you throughout the night.

As if he can read your mind, Sebastian looks over at you as he parks. His hand wraps around yours, giving it a light squeeze. “Hey. It’s gonna be alright. I got you a seat kinda in the middle. Just close enough to see us, but we won’t be able to see you. Figured you didn’t want to sit with the other girls… all things considered.”

You smile, “Thanks Sepe.”

He is quick to get out of his car, running over to your side to open yours for you. You thank him again and you give one last hug before making your way through the arena. Your hands are shaking and the arena is suddenly warm despite the low temperatures. You show your ticket and are let into the arena to find your seat. You tug on your hat, pulling it low so that no one would recognize you, on the off chance they did know who you are.

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

Your fingers shake as you type out the text, doing anything to avoid looking around the arena and therefore any and all reminders of your ex. Your seat was decent, a great view of the ice and both goal posts. You were just six rows behind the bench, and every seat ahead of you was filled.

𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 ;)

You slip your phone back into your purse, eyes back on the ice as the music blares through the speakers. The Islanders were already on the ice, shooting pucks around and skating around. It’s only a matter of time before the Canes do the same. You briefly consider getting up to grab a snack when they do, but you know that it would be a waste. Stadium snacks aren’t exactly your jive, the prices being the most off-putting thing about it. Six dollars for a half filled box of cookie dough? Absolutely not.

The lights begin to dim and your heart begins to speed up. Panic travels up your throat, your stomach doing backflips. The crowd roars with excitement as their favorite team skates onto the ice, drowning out your thoughts and anxieties. You can’t focus, so you look up. And boy, was that a mistake. There he is, all clad in red with the logo spread across his chest. The red helmet is bright against his pale skin, a few strands of his brown hair poking out and onto his forehead. There he is, your favorite boy.

The first period flies by, nothing too crazy happens. You watch as Sebastian, Andrei, and Tuevo skate back and forth, slapping the puck around and trying to score goals. You try your best to focus on the number 20, and well pretty much any number other than thirty seven. But it was hard, considering that he did manage to score two goals in the second period. It’s hard to ignore his existence when it is quite literally being shoved in your face. The man to your right was psyched, asking you if you saw the goal Svech just hit? And much to your dismay, you did. You watched the way he twists his body, stick scraping the ice as he knocks the puck into the net through Sorokin’s legs.

Canes win, three to nothing. Excitement buzzes in the arena, fans talking about Svech’s goals and what an amazing season he’s bound to have. You couldn’t have walked out quick enough, squeezing through fans and walking all the way to the back lot, right by Sebastian’s car. The boys begin to pour out of the stadium and you hang your head low, leaning against Sebastian’s car. You didn’t know how to face any of them, unsure if they even knew about you and Andrei. And if they do, you’d hate to look pathetic to his team mates. Voices are loud, some of them you recognize, but then you hear a peculiar accent that drowns out all the noise around you.

“What’d you think about the game?”

“It was good! I understand that you scored, but you’ll have to teach me all the other rules.”

The high pitched voice is what forces you to look up. And in a moment, your whole world shatters. There he is, looking down at some girl the same way he used to look at you. You know that sparkle in his eyes, the smile big enough that his dimples indent his cheeks. You know that look anywhere because he used to look at you the same way. Tears blur your vision but you blink quickly, refusing to look away. Maybe that was a mistake, maybe you should’ve turned when you had the chance, walked away, called an uber, something. In an instant, you were forced to face the reality that you had to let go of all the maybes, all the possibilities that kept you afloat. And there he is leaning into some new girl, lips pressing into hers.

Shock is understatement, your whole body is frozen for a split second more before panic ensues. Your phone in your hand drops, the device clattering on the ground. Andrei’s head shoots up, eyes finding yours. You barely register your name falling from his lips in a panic, the way he nudges that girl to the side as he comes up to you. Your heart is beating into your ears, the city around you suddenly hot. The world moves in slow motion the closer he moves towards you and it isn’t until he is right in front of your face do you snap back into reality.

“You… you’re a fucking liar.” Is all you manage, voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/n, please let me explain. It isn’t what it looks like.”

For the first time in two weeks, you laugh. You laugh a real laugh, one that comes from deep in your belly as you double over at your harsh reality. “It isn’t what it looks like? What do you take me for, stupid?”

“No, no of course not.”

“So she’s the real reason why you left?” His gaze moves away from you and you crane your neck so that he is forced to look at you, “All that talk about focusing on yourself, too young to be tied down, all that bullshit to hide your new pretty girl?”

“This isn’t how I wanted you to find out, I was going to tell you.”

“No you weren’t,” You spit, “Stop lying to me, I’m sick and tired of being tugged around and led on. Let’s call it what it is, you left me. You probably cheated too, all things considered.”

“Y/n, no–”

“No? No?!”

You don’t even see Sebastian running over, struggling to keep his duffle slung over his shoulder and his beanie atop of his head. He did his best to beat his teammate out of the showers, even engaging in a lengthy conversation as he changed back into his suit. How Drei beat him out of there, Seb would never know. Sebastian felt sick to his stomach when he saw this new girl, how comfortable Andrei was with her, a drastic comparison to how you struggled to leave home. He never understood it, but it wasn’t his business. Sebastian is quick to wrap his arm around your torso, pulling you against him and effectively further from Andrei. Your smaller hands push against his arm, but your attempts to break free fail.

“Y/n, let’s go.” Seb’s voice is soft but firm, his hold on you growing tighter.

“You,” You point your index finger at Andrei accusingly, “You allowed me to sit and cry and blame myself for this break up, all because you chose to lie. You are a shitty person Andrei, and I hope you’re able to live with that.”

You finally managed to pry Sebastian’s hold from you, stomping away from the boy who broke your heart. You ignore the desperate calls for you, the pleas for a moment of your time so that he could explain himself. But you refuse to listen. Seb's car clicks unlock, and you swing the door open and shut in one swift, fluid movement. Your best friend pulls away from the arena as you dissolve into yet another fit of tears. Three weeks, three long weeks of soaking in Andrei’s lies, defending every single one he told you. After three long fucking weeks, Andrei Svechnikov has finally vilified himself to you.

Sebastian sits in his seat, hands clutching the wheel tightly as his mind flicks through anything and everything he could possibly say to console you. Your sobs burn his ears, and just two blocks short of your apartment he finally pulls over to hold you. His arms, strained against his jacket, pull you against his chest. You accept the embrace, crying into his chest as your hand grasps his dress shirt tightly. The sweet gesture pushes you over the edge, muted sobs turning into wails of frustration. Your lungs burn as you struggle to keep up with breathing. Seb’s lips press a soft kiss against your hair, gentle shhhhs soothing you. Neither of you can tell how long you sat there, parked in front of a closed supermarket. Whether it was 2 minutes or 20, there was no distinction.

“Did… did you know?”

Your question slices through the silence in the car. Sebastian’s arms recede from your body, hands resting on his lap. His eyes cast downwards before they flick up to you, “Yeah.”

“Were you gonna tell me?”

The hurt in your voice pierces his heart, but he wouldn’t dare lie. “Eventually. I didn’t think it was something you should’ve heard from me.”

You nod, accepting his response. “I wanna go home.”

“Y/n I—“

“Sepe. Please. I want to be in bed, elbow deep in a bucket of whatever ice cream I have left in my fridge. I just… I want to be alone.”

“I’m sorry.” Sebastian’s apology catches you off guard. There is genuine fear and concern in his eyes, wide and trained on you. “I should’ve told you, or warned you. But I didn’t know—“

“Sepe,” You cut him off, hand cupping his cheek and your thumb softly caressing his cheek, “Stop it. I’m not mad at you, I just… I need to be alone right now. Okay?”

Seb leans into your touch absentmindedly. “We’re okay?”

You nod, “We’re okay.”

There is a shift in the air, a change both of you feel but neither want to acknowledge. So instead, you lean back into your chair while Sebastian shifts the car into drive. The last two blocks were quiet, only the air conditioning buzzing softly. When he finally pulls up to the front of the building, your eyes meet his brown ones.

“Thanks for coming to the game, even if the night ended the way it did.”

“Anything for you.”

Sebastian leans over the center console, arms once again finding its way around your smaller frame. You hug him back, face buried in his shoulder. You inhale deeply, savoring his musky scent. His hand rubs your back softly, and you feel his lips press against the top of your head. After what felt like a minute (but realistically it was probably way longer than that), you lift your head. Truth be told, you didn’t realize how close his face was yours. You didn’t want to acknowledge how fast your heart was thumping beneath your ribs or the fact you could feel his beating just as hard. You didn’t want to bring up how his hand is resting dangerously low on your back, or how much you like the feeling.

“Sebastian…” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it didn’t matter.

Your best friend presses his lips against yours. His movements are slow, gentle, sweet. For the briefest of seconds, your world stopped exploding. It was like a scene from a movie, the fire and shrapnel frozen in time, just you and Sebastian moving in time. But then the universe clicked play, and the harsh reality around you came crashing down. The fire continued to burn everything in its path. Your broken heart and the familiar brown eyes flash in your mind and you jolt away from Sebastian. It was as if the touch you both shared turned to acid, melting your flesh away.

Sebastian’s face drains in color, lips trembling as realization comes crashing down on him as well. “Y/n…”

No words could explain why he did what he did. Why he thought now, of all times, would be the most appropriate time to kiss you. It would never be appropriate, he knew how you felt about him. He was supposed to be your best friend, your person.

“No, no it’s fine.” You try to play it off, but your wavering voice gives you away, “I um… I’ll see you soon. Drive safe. Bye.”

Your movements are frantic, quick, giving him no space to get a word in. There is a soft bye that manages to roll off Sebastian’s tongue, but it’s met with his car door being slammed shut. He stays parked, watching as you fumble with your keys and push your way into the building. He rips off his beanie, forehead resting against the wheel as his lips tingle and yearn for your own.

“Kirottu.”

The lights in your apartment flick on and Seb puts his car in drive. He doesn’t play any music, his thoughts loud and rampant enough to keep him company. That singular moment plays over and over, and lights his body on fire. His index finger runs over his bottom lip at the memory of you, and he can’t help but let a smile curve onto his lips.

You kissed him back.

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It had been about a week since opening night, and since then the Canes have been on the road. There has been very minimal communication between you and Sebastian, just texts of him asking if you’re breathing and if you’ve been eating more than ice cream. You are quick to respond with a yes, hiding the fact that the only thing of substance that you’ve been eating is bread. In return, you ask him how the games have been even though you know that they’ve been killing it. Living in North Carolina, there was no way to avoid Sebastian or Andrei so you simply had to push through the flushed feeling when seeing your best friend and the seething rage when you see your ex.

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚗. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠.

Seb’s texts come in one after the other, your back to back ringtone shaking you from your thoughts. You watch as the grey text bubble pops up and disappears several times before finally deciding to reply.

𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎?

𝚈𝚎𝚜. 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟶.

You reply with a quick, okay and set your phone aside. You’d be lying if you said Sebastian kissing you hasn’t occupied your mind. Truth be told that night you lied awake, tossed and turned at the memory of Seb’s lips on yours. You haven’t quite stopped thinking about it.

Tomorrow came quicker than you expected and you were ready for lunch by 9:45. And so with just under two hours to spare before Sebastian would come pick you up, you pace your apartment and make a poor attempt to clean up. You were thankful that you managed to clean up your apartment during the week, only a couple of dishes in your sink and misplaced clothes left to put away. Before you know it, your phone is chiming as Seb sends you updates of his arrival. And the punctual sucker he is, is knocking on your door at 11:29. You swing the door open, Sebastian in a simple black polo and jeans. Daisies are clutched in his left hand.

“Sepe?” You raise a brow at him, taking the gift as he extends them towards you.

“What? Can’t bring my best friend a gift?”

You ignore your heart dropping as you roll your eyes at his comment, “Not without a catch, no.”

Sebastian chuckles, following you into your apartment as you go to find a vase for the flowers. “True. If I remember correctly, I scored the last three games and the Canes are on a win streak. If anything, you should be giving me flowers.”

You giggle, dropping the flowers in a clear vase before you turn and hand it over to him, “Take it back then.”

“No, these don’t count.” He laughs, taking the vase and placing it on the counter behind you. You laugh along, shoving his shoulder lightly.

“Where are you taking me to lunch Sepe?”

“Figured we could get some Italian. There’s a really good restaurant I went with Turbo one time, I think you’ll like it.”

And he was right. The restaurant did not disappoint, a cute little family restaurant just outside of Raleigh. It felt homey, with its 80s inspired decor and the lively music playing softly in the background. You and Sebastian are seated towards the back of the restaurant, his back to the door.

“You aren’t wrong. This is a very cute place. How’d you find it again?”

“Ah,” Sebastian sets his water glass down, a goofy smile on his lips, “We have Turbo to thank. He took a failed tinder date here.”

You both burst into a fit of soft laughter. The rest of lunch kept up the same energy, just a lot of teasing and light-hearted conversation. To the untrained eye, and to really anyone who didn’t know you two, you looked liked you were on a date. You shake away the thought, trying to focus on Sebastian’s third roadie story. You watch as his eyes light up, how much more prominent his cheekbones becomes when he smiles really wide. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the flutters in your tummy as he laughed, or when he said your name. You struggled to hide your flushed cheeks when he said you looked nice, and that he was happy to see you like your old self.

The ride home was not nearly as loud, but you both managed to keep up a very biased conversation about who will end up in the Stanley Cup Finals. The drive was much shorter than you’d like, and as Sebastian pulls up to the front of your buildings, you knew you didn’t want the day to end.

“Wanna come upstairs? I’m pretty sure I still have an unopened pint of strawberry ice cream.”

His smile is soft as he nods, “Sure.”

Sebastian parks in the guest spot and you both make a quiet walk up to your home. The air is light, but quiet. Just stifled laughter as you both purposely bump into the other. You unlock the door, allowing Sebastian to enter before you.

“Y/n…” Sebastian calls your name just as you lock your door, “We should probably talk about what happened that night.”

You drop your keys on your coffee table, nibbling on your bottom lip as you nod, “Yeah. We should.”

You both sit on the couch, the air suddenly thick and hard to breathe in. Neither of you speak up for a minute, afraid of the outcome of the conversation. Afraid of unrequited feelings, or a broken friendship. You look up from your lap, meeting Sebastian’s eyes and you watch as his shoulders relax.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you then. It was a mistake for me to have done that when you were so… so vulnerable. I’m sorry.”

“No… no it’s fine.” You shake your head, “Don’t apologize. It’d be unfair, considering I did kiss back.” You feel your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah…” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “But Y/n, I hope you know that just because I am apologizing, it doesn’t mean that I regret it.”

“What do you mean?”

Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian was doing everything he could to keep his lunch down. Nerves threatened to push his food up his throat in place of the words he kept to himself for such a long time. The Finnish boy spent the better part of his roadie in thought of you. He thought of every outcome of this conversation, every possible response. And at the end of it all he considered if it was all worth bringing up. If it was fair to you for him to spill his heart into your lap while you were trying to recover your own. But then he considers that after you guys had shared a kiss, he didn’t know where he stood in your life. With just a touch, he lost all sense of boundaries. He had to know if he had a chance, or if he was swimming in empty hope. That choosing to push it in the past and to never speak of it, held bigger risks and was more of a disservice to the both of you.

Sebastian swallows hard. “I’ve… I’ve always felt something for you. It took me such a long time to figure out, and when I did, you were so happy with Andrei. And you are always going to be my best friend, but I need you to know that I care about you, more than a best friend normally would. That kiss, was more than impulse. It’s something my heart has been begging for.”

His words render you speechless, mind blank as you tried to think of every way to respond to his confession. You never considered any feelings that were beyond platonic, for Sebastian. The possibility of you and him never really crossed your mind until he kissed you. And how could you ignore the warm feeling in your chest, the comfortability in his arms while your lips are pressed against his? How can you deny that even in the slightest, you felt something for Sebastian? Those stupid butterflies had been bothering you ever since. He was soft, gentle, and you swore you felt safe as he held you.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Sebastian begins again, “If there is anything I truly want in my life, it’s for you to always be in it.”

You smile, reaching out for his hand. Like a magnet, his hand is quick to find yours, his fingers weaving between yours. You look down, admiring the way they fit. “Sepe…” You look up at him, “I don’t ever want to lose you either.”

Andrei’s stupid brown eyes appeared in you mind and you were forced to face your reality. Guilt consumed you, even if it didn’t need to. You were single, you were available, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for kissing Sebastian. They’re teammates, co-workers– fuck, they’re friends. It made you uncomfortable at the notion of quite possibly moving on with a friend of your ex, even more so your best friend. And at the end of it all, in the mess you found yourself in, you knew that you needed Sebastian as your friend, now more than anything.

“I’ll always care about you, will always root for you, even if at the end of all of this you don’t want me the way I want you.”

Your heart ached at his words, tears welling up in your eyes. “Oh Sepe,”

“Don’t cry.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never.” He shakes his head, squeezing your hand.

“I will always care about you Sepe, and even I can’t deny the warmth in my heart when you kissed me. But… I can’t.”

You look up at him sadly, and he knew. His smile was not his widest, eyes not his brightest, and yet he still pulled you close. He held you as you both cried into each other, broken that timing was not on either of your sides. Once again, the universe gave Sebastian a cold no.

Sebastian held you until you were both out of tears. Even then, when the room was filled with sniffling and shallow breathing, neither of you made the effort to move. It wasn’t until Sebastian’s phone rang did you guys decide to move.

“I have to go,” He says softly, voice hoarse. “But I will see you soon. Okay?”

You nod, standing with him and walking him to the door. “I’m so sorry Sebastian.”

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he slings his arm over your shoulder to pull you close one more time. A force of habit, he presses a kiss to your temple and you lean into the touch, “Älä ole. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

You nod, smiling. You watch as he walks off, calling back to let you know that he’ll see you sometime within the week, before he disappears to another city. The apartment is quiet, strawberry ice cream long forgotten.

The days following moved like normal, and you did your best to ignore the burning in your chest as Seb’s words and your curt rejection replays over in over in your mind. You can’t erase the pained smiled he put on for you, a decoy to the misery he was truly feeling. You wished that things were different, that you were in a better place to accept what he so badly wanted to give you. But that’s just not how things work.

You were washing dishes one Saturday morning when there was a knock on your door. You dry your hands, unlocking your phone to see if there was any text from Seb, but your notifications are void of his name. The knock comes again, louder and quicker.

“I’m coming, hold on.” You call out. Tossing the towel on your counter, you walk up to your front door, pulling it open.

“Y/n…”

Your blood boils at the sight of Andrei standing in your doorway. “No.” You swing the door shut, but he is quick to slam his hand against it, stopping it from moving further.

“Y/n please. Can we talk?”

“No. You need to leave.”

“Not until we talk.”

You stop pushing against Andrei’s force on your door, letting it fall open. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, brows tense as you look at him in disbelief. “Talk about what, Andrei? What is there left to talk about?”

“I just want to explain myself, explain what you saw last week.” Andrei pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the chapped skin.

“I don’t need it.” You shake your head, “Just go Andrei.”

Just as you turn away to close your door, his voice stops you. “Well I do!” There is desperation, a flicker of weakness in his tone that forces you to turn and face his glossy brown eyes and downturned lips. “You’re right. I’m a shitty fucking person, but Y/n I can’t live like that. I can’t live with myself, with this guilt.”

You couldn’t help the scoff that bubbled from your throat. “It’s really not my fucking problem. You made your bed, best you lie in it too.”

Your grip on the door is firm, ready to shut it. But Andrei’s meek voice rings again. It’s scratchy, broken up by sniffling and stutters as he tries to find a way to express his sorrow. Nothing coherent ever really rolls off his tongue, just strings of pleases and sorrys.

“Andrei, stop.” You finally release your hold on your door, stepping out of your home and standing right in front of him, “Go home.”

“You didn’t deserve it Y/n,” The admission is the first full sentence Andrei manages to make.

“I didn’t,” You agree, “I deserve more than you ever gave me. Deserved the truth, deserved every ounce of respect from you. And now, I deserve to be left alone and the chance to heal from what you’ve done.” Andrei nods, tears and shame keeping him from speaking. A sigh escapes you, arms crossing over your chest. “If you’re looking for forgiveness, you aren’t going to find it here. I don’t know if you ever will. The best thing that we both can do is move on.”

“You’re a better person than I’ll ever be Y/n,” Andrei’s smile is weak, defeated. His hand brushes under his cheeks, wiping away his tears. “C-can I hug you? One last time?”

Your nerves lit on fire at the question, and your body reacts before your mind could comprehend the question. You accept his invitation, arms around his neck while his arms are around your torso. And unlike every other time, this hug marked the end. It was quiet, just the boy’s shaky breathing filling the air between you as he held you against him tight.

“I only wish the best for you. All you deserve and more.” He whispers.

“Thank you.” You pull away, and your vision is blurry. “Goodbye Andrei.”

“Goodbye Y/n.”

You watch as he turns on his heel, walking away from you without ever turning back. When he is out of your view, you return to the safe confines of your home, shut your door, and fall apart. You clutched your chest, the bravery and courage leaving your body as you sobbed. This was really and truly it for you and the boy you perceived to be the love of your life. No more drowning in delusions of him being you ‘right person wrong time.’ No more waiting for your anger and hurt to dissipate so that you can welcome him back into your life. No more gambles with the universe, or playing the waiting game for your prayers to be answered.

That very moment in the hallway in your apartment complex closed a chapter in your life that you struggled to write an ending for. And for the first time in a month, you felt free.

⊱ ────── ༺❀༻ ────── ⊰

tagging @sebbyaho bc you were literally the only person to say finish this and so i did. ily.

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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The Perfect Wingman.

Pairing: Single Dad!Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood

Requested: Nope

Summary: Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son, is the perfect matchmaker (with the help of Uncle Anthony, of course!)

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Another matchmaker fic lmao there's just something about that trope where kids play matchmaker for adults that's just... 💞 anyway enjoy!

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"Buddy! Hi!"

Y/N glanced at Chris Evans as her boss spoke to her, seeing him running towards somebody. After her boss left, she turned around and smiled when she saw him chatting with Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son. The kid was literally sunshine in a bottle, making everyone around him happy. Guess that's another thing he got from his father.

Aside from looks.

Then she looked around, but couldn't see Sebastian anywhere. "Boo!" Startled, Y/N screamed and held a hand over her chest as she whirled around to see Sebastian doubled over in laughter behind her, clutching his stomach. "Oh my God!" she groaned as several heads turned to her at her scream. "You should've seen your face," Sebastian wheezed.

Y/N pouted at him and swatted his chest. "I could've had a heart attack!" Y/N wasn't an actress, she was just an assistant on set. Her only work was to make sure that all the actors on set were hydrated, which in turn led to her becoming good friends with all of them. They were all very friendly people, the Marvel cast. "But you didn't. Felix!" Sebastian called out and his son looked up.

Running as fast as his little feet could carry him, Felix jumped into his father's open arms, giggling. Y/N watched them with a smile on her face; Sebastian was a great father. "Meet Y/N," Sebastian introduced her and she waved at the kid. "Hi Felix," she grinned but Felix was mesmerized. Wow, she's so beautiful.

He simply blinked at her a few times, his jaw dropped. Y/N raised a questioning but amused brow at him, her eyes flickering to Sebastian who was watching his son with an exasperated look on his face, all too aware of his shenanigans. She laughed at Sebastian's expression and Felix snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his arms and leaned forward; a silent request of please pick me up.

Y/N gathered him in her arms, his tiny arms going around her neck as she held him on her hip. "Hello!" He had surprisingly clear speech, he did not mispronounce his L's and R's much. "Hi! How are you today? Enjoying yourself?" Felix nodded excitedly. "Yes!" Sebastian simply watched them with a soft smile as the girl he fancied talked to his son.

Sebastian had had a crush on Y/N ever since they began filming, and at this point, 4 months later, the only person who was oblivious to his feelings was Y/N. Everyone knew, and everyone heartily teased him for it. He had always wanted to ask her out; seeing his son get along so well with her only fueled his feelings. "Are you… are you an actwess too, Y/N?"

"No, darling, I'm a helping hand. I help everyone stay hydrated."

"What does that mean?"

"I give everyone water when they ask for it," she explained and Felix nodded, eyes the same colour as Sebastian's blinking at her in wonder. "Water is impowtant," Felix stated matter-of-factly making Y/N giggle. Felix decided he wanted to hear that sound much more frequently. "Felix! Is that you?!" Y/N, Felix and Sebastian turned to see Anthony making his way towards them.

"Uncle Anthony!" Felix squealed and Y/N put him down on his feet, smiling at the way he ran to Anthony Mackie. "Your son is so cute," she commented, turning to Sebastian only to see him already staring at her, a soft smile on his face. "It seems as though he has taken a liking to you. I wouldn't blame him." Y/N rolled her eyes at his flirting but blushed.

He did flirt with her a lot, but come on, that was just a part of his personality. Surely he didn't have feelings for her, he couldn't. Oh but he did; very strong feelings, on top of that. "Cheesy," she jabbed back and Sebastian clutched his chest with a pretend hurt look on his face. "You wound me," he pouted and Y/N grinned at him.

What they didn't see was Felix and Anthony staring at them, eyebrows raised in an identical manner. "Uncle Anthony, can I ask you something?" Anthony smirked but nodded. "Does papa… does papa love Y/N?" Anthony laughed loudly, realising that the adorable kid was the perfect wingman for Y/N and Sebastian. So he said, "Yes, yes he does."

"She is really pwetty…" Felix confessed, his own cheeks turning pink. "Aw, look who's blushing," Anthony teased, pinching his little cheeks. Felix blushed more and slapped his hands away, pouting. "Do you want your papa to go on a date with Y/N?" Anthony asked the child. Felix thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yes. If he likes her, he should just tell her!" Oh, bless his innocent heart. If only it were that easy in real life. "He will ask her soon, we'll make sure of it. Here's what you can do to help…"

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2 months had passed since Felix visited the sets and Sebastian was getting impatient. If you thought his flirting was too much then, you should see him now. He flirted with her every chance he got but Y/N used to brush him off each time; he possibly couldn't be genuinely interested in her. She didn't think herself to be worthy of his affections, so, as much as she liked his flirting, she never reciprocated.

As Y/N gathered a few bottles of water in her arms, she heard a screech behind her. "Y/N!" Smiling, she turned, dramatically faking an 'oof' as a tiny body collided with her legs. "Felix, honey, hi! Didn't expect you to visit the sets today," she grinned as Felix let go, smiling broadly up at her.

"His babysitter couldn't make it, had to bring him down."

Her smile turned nervous as she saw the father of the cute kid walking towards her, a suave smile plastered on his face. "That's okay, papa, I can just hang out with Y/N!" Felix assured him before frowning at the dozens of bottles in her arms. "Do you need help?" Ah, ever the gentleman. One more thing he gets from his dad.

"Thank you so much, sweetie," she cooed as she handed him two bottles. It wasn't much, but seriously, how much could a little child carry? That was enough for him. "Can you go give these to Scarlett and Chris?" she requested, pointing to the spot where Scarlett Johansson and Chris Hemsworth were standing. "Okay, Y/N!"

She grinned when he left. "Seriously, how did you manage to birth the most perfect kid in the world?" she commented, turning to Sebastian. "Look at me," he said unabashedly, wiggling his eyebrows. "Seb," she huffed and nudged him, raising her eyebrows in shock when he took the bottles from her arms. "I have some time before my next scene."

"That's my job—"

"Nope, can't have you carrying all these bottles, sweetheart. What if you drop them?" She pouted as she followed him through the busy set. "Do you think I'm clumsy?" He glanced at her, worried that he actually offended her, but smiled when he saw her playful look. "Nope, but I don't want you to trip over the fallen bottles and hurt yourself."

"Now that was a good line," she whistled and Sebastian laughed. As Sebastian and Y/N chatted more, they heard a loud wail coming from a few feet away. Freezing up, both of them turned to see Felix sitting on the floor, surrounded by Elizabeth Olsen and Chris Evans as he moaned in pain. Y/N's eyes went wide with fear when she saw the cut on his knee.

Talk about hurting oneself...

Forgetting the world around her, she quickly rushed to the child, Sebastian hot on her heels. "Bub, stop crying," Chris tried but Felix wouldn't listen. The moment he saw Y/N, though, his tears ceased. "Y/N," he whimpered and reached towards her, finally content when she took him in her arms. "Oh, honey bun, you'll be okay," she whispered, kissing his forehead.

"It hurts," Felix insisted. "I know, darling, let's patch you up." Without any word to anyone, Y/N led him away from the crowd, sitting him down on one of the chairs littered across the place. Sebastian, Chris and Elizabeth watched her; Chris and Lizzie were smirking but Sebastian was beyond shocked. The worry on her face the moment she found out he was hurt, the way she cradled him…

The way his son had stopped crying when he saw her, as if she were his mother. The way he reached out to her instead of him. "Just ask her out, pal, look at her. She's perfect for you. And for Felix," Chris told him, patting him on the back before leaving with Elizabeth.

Sebastian stayed where he was for a few more minutes, heart racing and mind in an overdrive, watching as Y/N took care of Felix. Be mine, please.

"All okay, bub?" Y/N crooned as she tied a bandage on his knee after cleaning the blood off. "Thank you, Y/N!" Felix threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in her neck, smiling widely. Y/N returned the hug ardently, rubbing his back. "Felix?" Felix looked over Y/N's shoulder to see his dad standing there, a small smile on his face. "Papa!"

He made no point in moving out of Y/N's arms and Sebastian took the hint, merely ruffling the boy's hair. "You doing okay? Y/N take care of the boo-boo?" Felix nodded eagerly. "It doesn't even hurt now," he said proudly and Sebastian smiled. "Did you say thank you?" "He did, Sebastian," Y/N assured him.

"I wish Y/N took care of my boo-boos all the time!" Felix pouted. Sebastian froze again, his eyes darting to Y/N when he saw her stiffen. "How is that possible, sugar?" Y/N joked nervously as she stood up, Felix still in her arms, holding him on her hip like before. "Papa can date you! And then you can get married and then you'll be my mama and then you'll take care of all my boo-boos!"

Sebastian and Y/N stared at each other as Felix innocently looked at Y/N with a huge smile on his face. "M-Married? Bubba, I don't think your papa likes me in that way…" Sebastian suddenly found his voice. How dare she? "Y/N, I do like you, why do you think I flirt with you all the time?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Wait, I thought you were joking—"

"I wasn't. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Sebastian, I-I… I'll be honored."

"Oh please, iubi, the honor's all mine," he chuckled and, not caring about who was watching (including his own son), leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Y/N's heart fluttered at the term of endearment as she kissed him back. Felix groaned loudly in Y/N's arms, covering his eyes. "Yucky!"

Sebastian and Y/N had to break the kiss because they laughed too hard. Felix slid down Y/N's arms and ran towards Anthony, who was watching them with a small smile, proud of his best friend for finally making a move on the woman he liked. Anthony smirked when the pipsqueak stopped next to him. "Good job, bud."

"Thank you, Uncle Anthony." And Felix gagged again as he and Anthony turned to Sebastian and Y/N, only to see them in another liplock.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Know No Better

Streamer Gang & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, HUMOR, Crack, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A game of Among Us with this gang can never go without a halt for some spit-fire accusations and bickering, but throw their mutual friend Y/N in the mix and the chaos flares up twice as intensely.

Requested by my dear friend @thelittleplantlover Hi darling! Thank you so much for being such a loyal reader and never shying away from giving me your full honest feedback. You are an amazing person, a lovely friend and a mutual I’m glad I gained on my Tumblr journey. Love you with all my heart, Vy 💕

“Yo, sorry I’m....late“ Charlie’s eyebrow raises as soon as he enters the Discord call, almost half an hour after the scheduled time due to difficulties with his wi-fi connection. However, neither his presence nor his apology are acknowledged, seeing as how he wasn’t even heard over all the shouting going on in the call. “Um, what’s going on here?“ He asks no one in particular, aware that he probably won’t get an answer.

Surprisingly, though, someone does answer him - Sykkuno. “Hey Charlie, welcome. You missed a whole round and a whole debacle between...” The yelling voices give a clear idea of who this debacle is happening between: Rae, Corpse and Y/N. “Yeah, you can probably tell between who.”

“Yo, is that Y/N? Dude, I haven’t heard from you in so long where’ve you been?“ Charlie exclaims, eyebrows raising in delighted surprise, “What are you arguing about? Imma argue with you.“

“You don’t even know what we’re arguing about!“ Rae snaps, scaring the ever-loving daylight out of the newcomer that all but shrinks a bit in his seat, “These are matters the three of us have to deal with!“

You see, Charlie’s not one to press his luck - definitely not when the sweetheart Rae lashes out like that, reminding him that the impossible can be possible if you’re a strong enough believer - but right now, seeing as how he isn’t playing yet, he’s thirsty for some amusement even if it comes with the price of being verbally beat and battered by the currently bickering trio.

“God bless the day you three actually manage to deal with something by yourselves.“ He snickers, half-hoping Rae wouldn’t hear him. Actually, it’s more one third hoping she wouldn’t the other two suggesting otherwise. Adding gasoline to the fire - it’s basically in his resume at this point.

The reply he receives is not even oriented around his statement and it doesn’t come from Rae - whether that be a blessing or a curse - but rather from Y/N. “Charlie, help! Corpse and I are being wrongfully accused over here!“

“There’s nothing wrong about my accusations! I heard you bribing Corpse into vouching for you, you impostor!“ Rae spits out the word as though this argument is a real deal and not just them throwing a collective tantrum as they usually tend to do.

“He asked me for immunity in exchange for keeping his mouth shut! I never offered it to him!“ Y/N argues back, “Not my fault he’s a corrupt crewmate!“

“You were about to accept the offer though! Who does that?!“ Rae’s not giving up her ground either.

“Anyone! All of you know you would’ve accepted the offer had you been the one to be proposed it!“ Y/N whines, reminding themself and everyone else that they are not a very argumentative or confrontational. The only time they can be caught butting heads with people is as a joke, among this very group of people and over something as small as a bribery in Among Us. “And why is no one going off at Corpse for this? Why am I the villain here? Um, hello?! I’m an impostor, I’m supposed to be evil. One of your own betrayed you, and I’M your biggest problem?!”

“I’d like it if you didn’t get me involved...“ Corpse inquires shyly, as though fearing he too is in for an outburst from Rae if he dares oppose hers and Y/N’s statements.

Unfortunately for him, he’s attacked by their joined forces with a: “YOU STARTED THIS!” Shouted at him in unison. Just like Charlie, he too shrinks in his seat.

“Hey Toast.“ Charlie nudges one of his friends, one he hasn’t heard from for the entirety of his short time in the Discord call, “You there?“

“Sup man?“ Toast answers, unmuting his mic for the first time after approximately ten minutes of silence on his end due to this heated debate going on.

“Ten bucks says this goes on for another ten minutes.“ Charlie says nonchalantly, already planning the cheap dinner he’s gonna order with those ten bucks.

“Nah man, fifteen for fifteen minutes. These two have no chill.“ Toast says, taking a sip of his soda.

“You’re both wrong.“ Sykkuno interferes, “I’m putting in twenty for twenty and I’m starting a timer.“

“WHAT?!“

The three men sit there paralyzed now that the two sides of the battlefield have temporarily united once again to end them. Lord knows when Y/N and Rae unite, nothing good is in store for those who they’re up against.

“N-nothing...I was just announcing that...“ Charlie starts off, strategically reaching for the plug for his router, “...my wi-fi’s gonna disconnect in three, two...“

“DON’T YOU DARE!“

And WHOOP he’s gone. And so are Toast, Sykkuno and Corpse.

“I really can’t believe them sometimes.“ Rae grumbles under her breath finding the miserable number of remaining players once again gathered in the cafeteria after no one got voted out despite everyone knowing it’s Y/N.

“And here I thought Charlie would back me up.“ Y/N sighs disappointedly, shooting a brief look at their chat, “Hell if I ever trust him again.“

“Look at the bright side though!“ their friend, moments ago opponent, hurries to comfort them as though their argument never happened. Technically, it really didn’t. “He’s at least not gonna get those ten bucks he sounded so confident in getting.“

Knowing Charlie, losing a bet will most likely leave him feeling torn, but hey, much to his comfort, he was the closest in guessing the duration of the arguing. You win some and you lose some, this time he’s done neither. But he will get an earful from Y/N at the first given chance they get, which he’s grown used to over the years, being the one knowing them the longest. What he’s still trying to get used to is how much they’ve clicked with his friend group. Never did he imagine his socially awkward and shy friend would steal all his friends and literally wrap them around their little finger. Truth be told, amazement aside, he’s quite proud of them for it.

Yes, of course he’s gonna try bringing this up when they open fire on him as an attempt to calm them down. Yes, he knows it probably won’t work. But also: yes, he knows what will. Cause that’s what best friends do - they know. However, they should also know better than to bet on their friends.

But come on, it’s Charlie and Y/N we’re talking about over here - neither of them know any better. Hell, no one in this gang knows better. That’s what makes them so uniquely and wonderfully chaotic.

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Burning For You

Title: Burning For You Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan) Rating: Teen and up Word count: 3.1k A/N: Written for Evanstan Week day 6, a late fill for the Alternate Universe prompt. This silly piece of fluff is entirely inspired by the wonder that is the Mountain Lodge candle from the Yankee Candle Company. Yes, the one that inspired this iconic Tumblr post. The one that smells like Chris Evans.

I was lucky enough to receive one as a gift from the wonderful @howdoyousleep3 and my life hasn't been the same since I smelled it for the first time. Thank you for introducing me to such delights baby K, ilyyy 💖 Also BIG thank you to the @evanstanweek team and to my beautiful beta @rainbowsandcoconut who came up with the outline for this fic when I told her my idea! Love you, boo 😘

Summary: Evanstan AU. Sebastian gets a little carried away when raving about the Mountain Lodge candle to a friend. It leads to an unexpected, fragrant encounter.

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“Listen, D. You’ve gotta smell this candle.” Sebastian leans in closer, nearly knocking over his - third - glass of red. “You know I’m not usually a scented candle kinda guy, but this one…” He closes his eyes and tips back his head, an expression of pure bliss on his face. “Incredible. Glorious. Magnificent.”

“You look like you’re about to pull a Meg Ryan in When Harry met Sally over there, Seb.”

Sebastian straightens, giving Deirdre a meaningful look across the table at the low-key SoHo bar they’re having drinks at. “You kid, but I’m this close. It’s that good, not even exaggerating.”

“Sure you’re not,” Deirdre huffs, lifting her glass and taking a sizeable gulp of her Cosmopolitan.

“Fine, don’t believe me,” Sebastian shrugs. “You know, I pity you for not having experienced the delights of the Mountain Lodge candle, really. If you knew what it smelled like, you’d be singing its praises too, believe me.”

Deirdre rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “Fine, I’ll bite. What does it smell like, Sebastian, pray tell.”

Sebastian sits up eagerly. “It smells…” he starts, “like an evening in that lodge in the Green Mountains we rented with the others a couple of years ago. Remember that? How it felt to relax by the fire after a long day of hiking, the scent of cedarwood and toasted marshmallows in the air?”

“Hmmm,” Deirdre agrees. “That was nice, yeah. But hardly worth busting a nut over, I’d say.”

Sebastian holds up a single finger. “I'm not done. Because this candle doesn’t just smell like the lodge, it also smells like the lumberjack living at the lodge.”

Deirdre frowns. “There was no lumberjack living at the –”

“The metaphorical lumberjack, D, god. Work with me here a little.”

“Oh right, okay. Gotcha.”

“It smells,” Sebastian continues, undeterred, “like soft, worn flannel. Like beard oil and a hint of clean sweat. It smells like a big, strong, gorgeous man who just got done hewing a ginormous tree with his massive axe and cutting it down into firewood, which he’s now using to light the very fireplace in front of which he’ll make sweet, sweet love to you, on the rug that’s actually the skin of a bear that attacked his rescue dog and which this man fought off and killed with his own bare hands.”

“Whooofffff,” Deirdre says, fanning herself with a napkin. “Fine, I’m starting to see the attraction.”

“It smells…” Sebastian goes on, pausing for dramatic effect before delivering his clincher, “like Chris Evans.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Deirdre groans loudly, sagging back in her chair. “Ughh, shoulda known this was coming. For chrissake, Sebastian, you literally cannot go even one night without bringing up Chris Evans, can you?”

“I totally can,” Sebastian protests, like the mature, professional, Times-employed literary critic he is. “But you don’t understand, D. This candle, it’s actually like they bottled the very essence of Chris Evans and then infused a candle with it. It’s life-changing.”

“Yeah, yeah, you have a permanent boner for Chris Evans, you wanna marry him and have his little bearded babies, tell me something I don’t know,” Deirdre sighs, draining the last of her drink and immediately starting to look around for the waiter to order a new one. Distantly, Sebastian notices the song playing in the background changing to The Smith’s ‘Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want'. Ah, if only.

“Listen to me,” Sebastian insists, unconsciously starting to speak louder, like he’s some small-town preacher trying to make his ignorant clergy see the light. “Deirdre, darling, you’re one of my oldest friends. I wouldn’t lie to you. I swear, when you smell this candle, you too will feel like you’re being engulfed in the embrace of the brilliant, spectacular, totally unique smokeshow that goes by the name of Chris Evans. It’s as if the man himself is wrapping those huge, muscled arms of his around you, crushing you to his wide chest as you tuck your face into the crook of his neck while his beard brushes your temple and you inhale his masculine scent of cologne, sex and clean, honest sweat, I swear to god – D, are you even listening?”

At some point during the last part of Sebastian’s homily, Deirdre’s eyes drifted to a point over his right shoulder and got stuck there.

“Did you just- zone out?” Sebastian asks indignantly, waving a hand in front of her face. She doesn’t even blink. “Hello? Earth to Deirdre.”

“Seb,” Deirdre says, still not looking at Sebastian.

“Oh, I see,” Sebastian barrels on. “Here I am, pouring my heart out, telling you I found a candle that smells exactly like the man of my dreams and you’re just… What are you doing, actually? Are you okay?”

At this point, Deirdre’s eyes have gone comically round, mouth hanging open just a little. “Sebastian,” she repeats, more urgently now – and just as he’s turning his head to find out what put that dumbfounded look on her face, someone nearby clears their throat.

Sebastian startles, looking up at the man who’s appeared next to their table.

“Hi,” the man says in a deep, rich voice.

A deep, rich voice that Sebastian knows all too well. A deep, rich voice that belongs to none other than Chris Evans, Hollywood heartthrob and actual smokeshow, himself.

Oh.

Sebastian gapes while Chris, dressed in dark wash jeans, a red flannel shirt and a brown shearling jacket, smiles at him patiently. He’s all soft-looking beard and strong nose and bulging biceps and long, lean legs, and Sebastian has died and gone to heaven.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” Chris says, “but was just sitting a table over and I couldn’t help but overhear.”

And from one moment to the next, Sebastian crashes forcefully back to earth. His whole body goes cold, the blood draining from his face so quickly he feels dizzy with it.

Fuck. No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. There is no way this is actually happening.

Except it is.

Sebastian had just been extremely, loudly and publicly horny about the very guy that’s standing next to him right now. The guy who is no doubt about to give Sebastian a piece of his mind at best, and a right hook to the jaw at worst. And honestly, he’d deserve it.

Since Sebastian wouldn’t even know where to begin apologizing, he says nothing. Just keeps staring at Chris in ever-growing horror, his pulse pounding in his ears so loudly it almost drowns out the miserable sound of Morrissey still pleading in the background.

Chris clears his throat. “So,” he says, bringing up a hand to rub the back of his neck. “This candle smells like me, huh?”

Sebastian groans, hiding his face in his hands. “Shit. Fuck. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean- Oh my god, please, please, please just forget you heard any of that.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

Puzzled, Sebastian chances a glance at Chris from between his fingers. He’s partly still covering his face out of embarrassment, and partly because Chris is so gorgeous in real life that Sebastian isn’t sure he could look at him directly without spontaneously combusting. It’s like staring at the fucking sun. He doesn’t seem too angry, though, thank god. In fact, there’s an amused twinkle in his blue eyes that makes Sebastian’s shoulders relax infinitesimally.

“Because it was incredibly inappropriate?” Sebastian suggests, honestly a bit confused about having to explain this to him.

“I don’t know,” Chris shrugs. “It sounded pretty great. Kinda want to smell it for myself now.”

For some unfathomable reason – probably because unexpectedly seeing his long-time celebrity crush in the flesh broke his brain, Sebastian blurts out, “Oh, I don’t have it with me. It’s back at my apartment.”

Slowly, Chris raises a single eyebrow. The look sends a shiver straight down Sebastian’s spine, from the crown of his head right down to his toes. “Is it now?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian replies breathlessly.

Chris’s gaze drops down to Sebastian’s brown leather boots before slowly travelling back up to his face. “I gotta say, normally someone would at least have to buy me dinner first, but…” He trails off, looking Sebastian straight in the eye before finishing, “I am really curious about this candle.”

“You are?” Sebastian says dumbly, and then “Ow!” when Deirdre delivers an impressively precise kick to his shin under the table. He turns to give her a betrayed look, but when he meets her eyes, with which she’s clearly trying very hard to communicate something to him, he finally catches on. “Oh!” Sebastian whips back around to Chris, staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “I- you- you mean like…” He swallows hard. “You wanna come back to my place to, uh, smell the candle?”

Although Chris’s expression remains amused, there’s a hint of trepidation there as well. “Sure,” he says, smiling crookedly. “If… that’s something you’re up for?”

Sebastian’s mind races. The way he sees it, there are two possibilities. Either Chris Evans is actually standing here in the flesh, propositioning him, or Sebastian hit his head in the bathroom earlier and is actually just lying on the dirty tile floor, hallucinating as a result of severe head trauma. The second option seems by far the most likely, but then, his shin does hurt like a sonuvabitch.

Well, fuck.

Sebastian clears his throat and sits up straighter, running a hand through his longish hair. “I mean, yeah, that’s- wow. That. That would be okay with me, uh huh. You mean like, now?”

“If that works for you?”

Without thinking, Sebastian says, “Well, I’m here with Deirdre –” before letting out another sharp yelp as said Deirdre crushes his toes under her heel. “Jesus, D!”

Deirdre ignores him. “Ohhh, would you look at the time,” she exclaims, holding up her wrist which very much doesn’t have a watch on it. “Boy, it’s much later than I thought. I really oughta get going, early start tomorrow.” She yawns theatrically, then grabs her purse and throws down two twenties on the table. “It was lovely seeing you, Sebastian, Chris… Evans,” she adds, with a wooden nod in Chris’s direction. “Hope you two have a lovely evening, bye now!”

And she’s gone.

They both stare after her for a second, and then Chris chuckles – a low sound that reverberates pleasantly in Sebastian’s chest. “Well,” Chris says, turning back towards him. “It’s nice to meet you, Sebastian.” He holds out his hand. “I’m Chris.”

Sebastian stands, taking Chris’s hand, which is warm and big and ever so slightly calloused, and exactly like Sebastian always imagined. “Yeah, I know,” he says, because he’s cool like that. And then, in a show of bravura that surprises even himself, Sebastian holds Chris’s gaze, tilts his head a fraction, and says, “So uh, my place?”

Chris smiles, casually dropping a few bills on the table, more than enough to cover their drinks, before taking a step to the side to let Sebastian pass. “Lead the way,” he says, lightly resting his hand on the small of Sebastian’s back as they make their way towards the exit.

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It’s only once they’re outside and the cold February night air manages to cool down Sebastian’s overheated brain somewhat that it occurs to him to ask if Chris wasn’t at the bar with anyone.

“I met a friend for drinks but he just left,” Chris explains. “I was just waiting for the bill when I overheard you guys.”

“And you’re sure you don’t have any other plans?” Sebastian asks, because he’s nothing if not a self-sabotaging idiot.

They’re still standing outside the bar, the golden light radiating from a nearby lamppost decorated with a cluster of luminous orbs making Chris look softer, somehow. Still a Hollywood heartthrob, but also charmingly human. Unfortunately, it does absolutely nothing to make Sebastian any less infatuated. If anything, it only endears Chris to him more, which he really didn’t think was possible.

“Not really, no,” Chris replies, amusement in his tone. “I was just gonna go back to my hotel and read for a bit.”

Sebastian perks up at the mention of his area of expertise. “Oh, yeah? What’re you reading?”

“I haven’t started it yet, but it’s this history of space travel? I read a great review of it in the Times the other day, so I thought I’d give it a go.” With a self-deprecating smile, Chris adds, “I’m kind of a space nerd.”

Sebastian blinks. “Not ‘To Infinity and Beyond’, by any chance?”

“That’s the one,” Chris confirms. “You know it?”

“I wrote the review.”

Chris’s eyes go round. “You did not.”

In lieu of replying, Sebastian digs up his wallet from his pocket, takes out his Times-employee card and holds it up for Chris’s inspection.

“Huh,” Chris says, studying the card. “What are the odds.” When his eyes turn back to Sebastian’s, he suddenly breaks out into a grin, wide and boyish. “Well, I guess that explains a thing or two.”

“How do you mean?” Sebastian frowns.

“I mean, that review was brilliantly written so you clearly have a way with words.” With a sly look, Chris goes on, “which explains your colorful descriptions of that candle earlier. The masculine scent of cologne, sex and clean, honest sweat was especially vivid.”

Sebastian groans, dragging a hand down over his face. “Jesus Christ, this is so embarrassing.”

Chris eyes shine with genuine mirth as he laughs, “Hey, come on, don’t worry about it.” He takes a step closer, ducking his head to try and catch Sebastian’s eyes, which are now firmly fixed on the pavement in an attempt to conjure up a hole to swallow him. “Call me a narcissist, but I didn’t exactly hate overhearing a gorgeous guy describing me as the man of his dreams.”

“Oh god,” Sebastian mutters, feeling himself turn a fetching shade of crimson. Trying to hide his blush, he turns around abruptly and nearly walks into the lamppost.

Chris, his savior, his knight in shining armor, manages to grab him by the back of his coat just in time to avoid the imminent collision. Sebastian still stumbles, but strong, capable arms wrapping securely around his waist keep him upright.

Carefully, Sebastian turns in Chris’s embrace so they’re facing each other, though he can’t quite make himself look Chris in the eye yet. “I’m guessing you caught on to this by now,” Sebastian tells the St Christopher pendant resting on Chris’s sternum, “but I’m kind of a disaster.”

Chris just hums, lifting a hand to tilt up Sebastian’s chin with his index finger, a small smile playing on his lips. “A beautiful one, though,” he whispers into the negligible space between them, before he closes that space and presses soft, full lips to Sebastian’s own.

Sebastian can’t suppress the small sound that escapes him when their lips meet, eyes closing on instinct as he lets himself sink into the kiss. Lets Chris take charge and coax open Sebastian’s mouth by running the tip of his tongue along the seam of his lips. Sebastian doesn’t think twice about letting him in. When their tongues touch, sweet and soft and languid, he trembles, pressing closer. Chris tastes a little like beer, and while Sebastian’s never been overly fond of beer, it takes approximately two seconds of being kissed by the hottest man on the planet for it to magically turn into Sebastian’s new favorite taste. Ever.

The kiss starts off slow; a little cautious maybe, as if Chris still isn’t entirely sure it’s welcomed. But then Sebastian’s hands find their way to Chris’s waist, fingers gripping tightly, and Chris slides a hand into Sebastian’s hair, angling his head gently to the left to deepen the kiss – and suddenly, Sebastian’s entire body feels like it’s on fire. He moans, relishing the feel of Chris's soft beard scratching at his clean-shaven cheeks, and way Chris takes control of the kiss, like something right out of every embarrassing fantasy he's ever had.

When Chris hums against his lips, as if he’s enjoying this just as much as Sebastian is, Sebastian’s knees go all weak and useless. It’s a good thing that Chris is there, tightening his left arm around his waist and pulling him more securely against the hard lines of his own body – which actually doesn’t do a thing to help Sebastian’s current knee situation. He whimpers, curling his hands into the fabric of Chris’s coat to anchor himself.

When Chris finally breaks the kiss, he doesn’t go far. His breathing has deepened, warm puffs of air caressing Sebastian’s tingling, wet lips. Sebastian exhales shakily. The way his head is spinning might be partially due to the wine, but it's definitely mostly because of Chris sweeping him off his feet with his smooth, movie star ways.

Needing a moment to gain his composure before he speaks, Sebastian buries his face in the crook of Chris’s neck, taking a deep, steadying breath –

Oh.

“I fucking knew it,” he groans.

Sebastian feels rather than hears Chris’s quiet laugh; feels the vibrations of it shake his broad chest under Sebastian’s palms. “Yeah? Do I really smell like your candle?”

“Better,” Sebastian mutters. On instinct, he presses his lips against Chris’s exposed neck, eliciting a shiver from him.

“You know,” Chris rumbles into Sebastian’s ear. “I still think I need to smell this magical thing for myself. Make sure you’re not just flattering me to get into my pants, y'know?”

Christ.

“Yeah,” Sebastian nods. “Definitely, good thinking. Empirical evidence is paramount. In fact, it’s totally possible I’m just mixing things up right now because my brain’s all” – he makes a poof motion with his hands, trusting Chris will get his drift – “so I think maybe I’ll need to do some comparative research.”

Chris tilts his head in though. “Hands-on research?”

“I think that’s best, yes,” Sebastian concurs.

“Right. Well, out of the two of us, you’re definitely the higher educated one, so I’m just gonna take your word for that.” After a beat, Chris adds, “as long as I get to test a theory or two of my own.”

“Oh?” Sebastian licks his lips. “Such as?”

The wicked glint in Chris’s eyes is the only warning he gets before Chris is sliding his hand back into Sebastian’s hair and giving it a firm, experimental tug.

“Ah,” Sebastian breathes, his eyelids fluttering, the blood rushing south so fast he feels dizzy – again.

Chris grins smugly. “Such as that.”

“Okay,” Sebastian croaks. “Yeah, that seems fair.” Wasting no more time, he reaches out to grab Chris’s free hand and starts to pull him along the pavement in the direction of his apartment.

Chris, laughing as he squeezes Sebastian’s hand, follows closely behind.

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kjmsupremacist · 3 years

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Felix sweet boy baby angel but Christopher Bang is literally Satan? Idk if you saw but Hyunjin ratted him out on live and said the lyrics for Red Light were toned down. I don’t want to know. I don’t. He was already talking about edging and I don’t want to know. He can keep his Scorpio Venus and his Sag Mars away from me and everyone I love. I would give anything to know his rising if sign. It’s giving Earth but there’s so much air in his chart it’s hard to be sure. 🤖

i am so happy you sent me this ask because i have been looking for an excuse to talk about red lights. I sent leon and margot a seven minute long voice message when i was doing my research for my red lights-inspired fic like that's where i'm at.

First, yes, I saw Hyunjin's comments! that's what chris gets for trying to say hyunjin wrote all the lyrics in the first place. nice try, chris. also, his scorpio venus is SEXY. i won't be taking criticism on this opinion.

Now. Please see under the cut if you want to watch me dissect Red Lights -- both the lyrics and the MV.

so, credit where credit's due--I skimmed this and this reddit posts while I was doing my research.

now. we all know that on the surface, this song is about sex (and specifically bondage and edging—that much is clear). but, ah, how's the saying go? "everything is about sex except for sex, which is about power"? sure.

yeah, it's meant to be sexy. they did that for us and im still not sure if I want to kill them for it or thank them with my life. BUT, as they mentioned in the howl in harmony video, it's primarily a song about obsession.

The first reddit post does a great (albeit kind of aggressive) breakdown of the lyrics, where it becomes really clear that they're talking about the relationship they have with their work and the relationship they have with fans. In essence, the song is about how they want to give their lives and all their time to making more content for fans so that they will continue to receive love from us. The red lights are actually the recording light on a camera (hence the line “set the mic up”).

And so a relationship like the one depicted here is dark and intense, and yes—passionate and driven by love—but ultimately, it consumes itself in the vortex of its own desire, and then peters out into a sort of blank monotony—learned through repetition, a habitual reflex instead of a true reaction.

Then, the second reddit post goes on a deep dive of some of the symbolism seen in the MV—specifically, the use of kink. This is where it gets really fun.

We mostly see Hyunjin in shibari-style bondage. OP posits (and I agree) that he is meant to represent passion without discipline. The shibari ropes are tied messily (and so therefore dangerously) which is perfect for representing how often kink (and other obsessions) can devolve—you plunge in headfirst, but you are directionless except for the insistent tug in your gut that cries for more, more.

Chan, on the other hand, is seen primarily (esp in solo scenes) bound by heavy chains. He represents discipline with no passion. In the Howl in Harmony video, I believe he mentions that after a long day of practice, he'll still find himself in the recording studio, even though he's tired. He does what he has to on autopilot, because he knows he must, because it’s the only thing he feels he can do.

If Hyunjin is mania, then Chan is depression. The chains are GREAT symbolism because this dutiful march towards burnout and beyond is, as the lyrics suggest, stemming from a desire to keep receiving love (from fans)—that if you just work hard enough then no one will ever leave you. You wish to bind the person (or people) you love to you, but in the end the bonds only weigh you down.

So then the part where they’re tied together, back to back, at the end, shows when passion and discipline come into balance. And that’s creation for the love of creation while still maintaining a respect for yourself, the art, and your audience. (or idk. maybe they just thought we'd like to see them tied to one another. and they were right).

It's also fun because while we see Hyunjin and Chan both assume positions of domination and submission, it's clear Chan is meant to be the “dominant force” here (hence discipline). The reason we do see instances of Hyunjin in power (choking Chan, standing over him on the table) is because any somewhat healthy d/s relationship involves first the surrender of power. The dom is only perceived to be in power because the sub first relinquishes it them. So. You know.

I will say I'm not sure what to say about the edging theme (BNKSJDF) besides the obvious—almost giving you what you want, but not quite.

And finally, this is not part of either of those two reddit posts, but I was ENTHRALLED by the use of mirror and mirror-esque imagery throughout the MV and in the choreo. I love mirrors as a symbol so we're going to talk about that, too.

First and most obviously, it may be a bit on the nose. In art, mirrors and reflections are often used to show that there is a deeper meaning than what is clear on the surface. So this might have just been hyunchan going "hey! it's not just about sex!"

but I think there's more to it than that. Mirrors are often used as a vessel of truth—in some Chinese myths, for example, mirrors can repel demons, as they will show a demon’s true form. Or see the Little Mermaid—though Ursula managed to change her outward appearance, she was caught in her lie when another character (sebastian, i think?) saw her reflection in the mirror.

Additionally, one’s reflection used to be thought to contain one’s soul—which is why mirrors were covered in the home of person who had just passed, so they would not be trapped as a ghost in the world of the living.

For this reason, mirrors are often also considered dangerous. Think of Narcissus, for a start, who fell in love with his own reflection and sat at the water's edge, pining, until he fucking died. Or consider the following quote (which I love) from Fernando Pessoa:

“Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.”

We use mirrors to watch ourselves watching ourselves (and the Margaret Atwood who lives in our heads cries “male fantasies, male fantasies! You are you own voyeur!”). We perform for the mirror—often what we see in the mirror is not actually how we are seen by others! We think we may find truth there, when in reality it is a distortion. Ties itself up really nicely, I think.

In any case, this really goes well with the theme of obsession in the song—staring in the mirror asking, what do others see? What is wrong about me? What can I do better? The idea of looking in the mirror to seek what others see, both positive and negative, is common throughout. And I think their use of mirrored choreo (esp when it seems like one of them is the reflection!!), as well as mirror placement on the set of the mv, and ESPECIALLY the lovely bit at the end where they both stand staring carefully at their own reflections, all work to drive that theme home.

and i don't even know how to touch on all the color symbolism (when it changes between color and b&w?? the palette being overwhelmingly yellow and red and black???), or the lens filters (warping, blurring, etc), or the way they superimposed pieces of the video on top of other pieces, or the use of that one stark white background—without writing a fucking dissertation (and this is already a ridiculously long post) so i'll just stop here.

This is all to say, maybe what they meant was that the lyrics were a lot more aggressive about these themes and they were asked to tone them down to keep it neutral.

or maybe they're just sexy, sexy motherfuckers and their managers bonked them on the head and sent them to horny jail.

#obviously that mirror quote is a little stupid but at the same time i do think it's so real. like so real.#anyway this is very long but I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS.#this is what i was doing a few afternoons ago.... just compiling this.#just... meta hours with xiami #stray kids #bang chan #hyunjin #red lights #mail #🤖 anon

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stargazer-balladeer · 4 years

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December 11: Going to a Tree Lighting Event (Ace Attorney)

Characters Included: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Franziska von Karma, Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes, Sebastian Debeste, Simon Blackquill

Notes: Time to get back to writing :D. I also realized while doing this that most of this characters have sad backstory and then there’s Phoenix- 😃😃 Hope ya’ll like this!

Warning: none

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Phoenix Wright

Phoenix is literally a child in a man. He would basically drag you outside when it starts to snow. You can see literal stars in his eyes whenever snow falls around you two.

Even though he might be busy with his job as a Attorney, he would always make time for you. He might overwork himself a bit during these times, though whenever you mention this, he would only say that he will finish all of his work so that he could spend more time with you-

I believe its his idea if you two go to a tree lighting event. It’s basically a tradition for him to attend one of this in a nearby town, with his family. And now, he wants to experience it with you. Because he wants to share something precious to him with you.

“Look, Nick!” You excitedly said as the tree started to light up before you. Whether it’s your first time or not, it always feels you with glee whenever the tree started to light up. Phoenix laughs as the crowd started “ooh”-ing at the sight.

Instead of looking at the lights, Phoenix was staring at you. His face filled with adoration and love. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. He pressed his lips to the side of your head. “I love you so much.”

“You’re being too cheesy right now.” “Aren’t I always?” “.. touché.”

Miles Edgeworth

Miles isn’t one for childish things, so he’ll be indifferent to things like snow. However, that was when he was still with von Karma. Now that he’s free from his mentor, he can finally relax and enjoy the simple things in life.

Miles might be very busy since he’s the Chief Prosector, but he’ll do his best to make time for you. It’s just that his work usually takes up all of his time, so it’s basically up to you to drag him away from his workaholic state-

Miles isn’t into childish things, but he enjoys seeing the tree lighting event. Him and his father usually watch this when he was young, and it was a good memory that Miles keep in his heart. So it’s mostl likely that he’ll be the one inviting you to the event.

You two watch from the distance as the tree started to light up. You were standing at the far end since you knew that Miles isn’t too fond of being in a crowded place. You don’t really mind as you watch in awe as the lights light up.

Miles have a smile on his face as he breathes out, making a puff of cold smoke. The memory of his father clouded his mind as his gloved hand tighten on yours. You noticed as you lean on him, making him stiffined. “Your father is very proud of you, you know. He wouldn’t want you to be sad on such a jolly occasion.” You softly mumbled as you gaze at the tree.

Miles looks at you in the corner of his eyes before smiling again. “Perhaps. Shall we go and walk around then?” “Are you saying that because you’re already cold?” “Nonsense. Let’s go.” “You’re blushing~.” “You’re imagining it.”

Franziska von Karma

Similarly to Miles, Franziska isn’t one to be into childish things. But unlike her adopted brother, she doesn’t have any memory of anything special. All her life, she’s been mentored by Manfred von Karma, kept inside all of the times. She was raised to never indulge in her desire. So now that she is no longer in his watch and now with you, she’s honestly lost. Though she would keep up her ‘know-it-all’ attitude.

Franziska is constantly busy with her life of being a Prosecutor and being with the Interpol. So she might not have much time with you. Whenever she’s free, she usually spends it with either still working or relaxing with you. So it’s best if you schedule when you two will go out so that she’s aware of it and can clear out her schedule.

No doubt that you’ll be the one suggesting it. Though there’ll be a low percent chance that she might suggest it, about 5%- Either way, Franziska would join you. She’s actually excited to see one, but she wouldn’t outwardly show it- 👀

You stared at Franziska as her eyes go wide and sparkle at the sight of the tree lighting up. It warms your heart to see her lowering her guard and let the child inside her run free. It’s rare to see Franziska like this so you basically bask at the sight of her awe face. (Though you secretly want to kill Manfred- 😃🔪)

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You said as you put your attention the humungous tree. Franziska blinks before coughing and looking away, with a tint of pink in her cheeks, clearly embarrassed to show such awe face- “it’s.. alright. Though I still think it’s foolish to waste time here instead of doing something else.” Franziska said. You sighed while smiling, same old Franzy-

“However, I would admit.. this is rather enjoyable.” She mumbled. You smiled widely as you intertwine your hands with hers. Even though she was looking away from you, you can tell she’s embarrassed with how red her ears are. “See~ I told you that this is enjoyable!” “Only a foolish fool would think like that.” “Then, that means that you’re a ‘foolish fool’ as well, Franzy!” “!! I- That isn’t what I mean-!”

Apollo Justice

Apollo tries to act mature but he really isn’t. He also doesn’t have any fond memories in his childhood years, but he did remembered that there was one time that Clay dragged him to a tree lighting event. He still remembers the awe as they watch the tree lighting up. Of course, when he grew up, he forget about his childish innocence. But it slowly resurfaces when he saw something related to the event.

Apollo is busy with paperwork, and heading the Khu’rain’s judicial system alongside Nahyuta. Even though his supposed uncle, half-brother and half-sister and the queen is helping him, it still result in him overworking. Nahyuta basically asks (force) you to drag his poor excuse of a brother to take a rest—

It doesn’t matter who invited who, Apollo is bound to forget about it. Can’t blame him really. This guy has a lot going in his plate so don’t fault him if he forgets about it—

You look at your watch as you frown sadly. “He’s late.” You mumbled sadly as you look up to look for your workaholic boyfriend. He promised he’ll be here to watch the event, but it doesn’t appear he’ll be appearing any time soon. And the event is about to start.

You sighed as you continued to wait, gazing at the tree while doing so. Your ears pick up some crunching noises and someone huffing, you turn around to see Apollo running towards you. You brightened up as you stood up properly instead of leaning on the wall and meet him halfway. He was huffing heavily while staring at you apologetically.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t think that the trial would take so long-! Or that the cab that I’m riding would break down—“ “calm down, Apollo. It’s alright. I get it.” You reassured him as he manages to catch his breath. He looks like he was about to apologize again but you cut him off. “Look! The tree lighting is starting! C’mon!” “Woah! You almost made me fall-!” “Call it a payback for making me wait for so long!” “I thought you said you get it?!” “I take it back.” “[Y/N]-!”

Athena Cykes

Obviously, Athena is excited for this event. She never had a chance to go to one of this event, since she was basically kept inside the facility with her mother. Her childhood is basically black-and-white (similar to a certain samurai 👀). So it isn’t much of a surprise to see her bouncing up and down when she heard of the event-

Athena isn’t that busy since she finishes her work very fast. So she has plenty of time to spend it all with you. Though sometimes, she would get caught up with her work. But rest assured that you wouldn’t wait for too long since Athena is a fast reader and writer 😃

No doubt that she’ll be the one suggesting it- though she wouldn’t ask you to go with her, she drags you over there- no matter what your response is, you are going with her whether you like it or not 😃

“Are you excited to see the lights?!” Athena said as she pulls you towards the center of the plaza. You giggled at her enthusiasm as you tried to match her fast pace. “Ooh! This is my first time seeing it in person! I usually see it in the TV and stuff-!”

Her excitedness seems to radiate much more, as its started to rub on you. You manage to match her pace and walk beside her. “Well, let’s make this a memorable one then!” You were surprised to see Athena’s already wide smile widened some more as she side hugs you. “Yes!!”

“Why don’t we buy some candy first to snack while watching it?” “Aren’t you hyper as it is-?” “Nah, I mean.. a little sugar wouldn’t hurt, right?” “And when you mean ‘little’, you mean one bag, right?” “.. maybe.”

Sebastian Debeste

Sebastian would surely be surprised to hear about such event, since ya know, with his father and childhood- when he either asks you about it or research about it, his eyes would sparkle as he continued to listen/read. He would basically ask you if you two could go and see one (protecc this bby TwT-)

Sebastian is busy studying and doing Prosecutor work, afterall, he is being mentored by Miles Edgeworth. Though, Miles would grant him a vacation so that he could enjoy the holidays. However, I think Sebastian would still continue studying words and stuff so that he wouldn’t be much of a burden. It would be wise to drag him away before he overwork himself-

Sebastian would (shyly) ask you if you two could attend this event because he really wants to see one in person. Unless you don’t have a heart, your heart would melt at the sight of him. Please bring this poor child to the tree lighting event already-

Sebastian stares at the tree in amazement and awe as the lights started to dance around. He pulled your sleeves slightly. “Woah! How does the light do that?!” “Professional. Magic.” You said in a sarcastic tone. Though Sebastian didn’t hear it as he’s busy watching the lights.

You smiled at the sight as you let your hand intertwined with his. His ahoge shot upwards as he looks at you. You smiled gently at him. He blushed as he quickly revert his eyes back to the lights. You chuckled at him.

“We should do this more often.” “.. yeah, we could go kahooting!” “... you mean snowboarding?” “Oh.. um, yes! That’s it!”

Simon Blackquill

Simon is the kind of guy that looks like he doesn’t care about the holidays but he secretly likes it- even though he despises it because Taka can’t fly freely since its too cold for her/him to fly. He still likes the scenery and the coldness of it. As for the tree lighting event, it is kind-of a tradition for him and his sister to go to one. But ever since the UR-1 incident, it vanished. So he might go there in memory of the times where he and his sister fought while waiting for the event to start.

Simon is constantly busy with work. He is usually in-charge of interrogating witnesses and stuff, and he has paperwork to sign. He’s a workaholic like Miles, but he also spend his time practicing his samurai skill. But other than that two, he would find time to spend it with you.

He would not obviously say it outwardly, but he would hint about going there. So you either pick that up or you genuinely want to go there even if Simon doesn’t want to- either way, he isn’t complaining. This time, he’ll be seeing the tree lighting up with you instead of his obnoxious older sister.

“Are you sure you want to watch the tree lighting with me?” You asked as you two walk towards the plaza. He huffs before looking at you in the corner of his eyes. “If I’m not sure, then why would I be here?” You sighed. “Well, it’s hard to see if you are obligated to be here because of me or you’re here on your own free will.”

He stayed silent, so you decided to let it go. You two continued to walk, when you felt his hand over your shoulder, slightly pulling you towards him. You look up at him but couldn’t see much. “Hey, what-?” “If you don’t hurry up, we’re gonna miss it.”

You blink before chuckling. “Is this your way of saying you’re here because you want to?” “Let your mind think what it wants to think.” “Then my mind is thinking of how adorable you are.” “Oh really now?” “Hmhm.” “You have a weird mind-“ “You are the definition of weird.” “Touché.”

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martelldoran · 4 years

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unsolicited tfatws opinions because i have them vol. 1

warning: here be spoilers

starting on the positive because there were things i did like in the episode

things i liked

sam wilson: *exists*

me:

sam's storyline was definitely the strongest of the two in this ep and i liked pretty much everything he did.

the opening aerial fight! was! so! cool! seeing batroc again was a nice nod to tws too and an interesting parallel to steve's lumerian star fight. i loved seeing his quick tactical thing, seeing how he fights, and the way he utilises the wings even in close quarters.

sam speaks arabic!

sam fixes redwing! (validation of a hc of mine that he's good with robotics. maybe that's a widely held fandom one as well? idk)

i instantly found torres to be really endearing and i'm looking forward to seeing more of him throughout the series. the relationship between him and sam has a lot of potential.

the manipulation of the government and general set up for sam's storyline felt strong. good basis for a story and pertinent to the current political landscape.

sam's speech as he handed over the shield was well written and gave me the same kind of vibes as the 'the price of freedom is high' speech. they could be quite nicely paralleled side by side.

sam's family! look, i'm a sucker for domestic moments for our faves so the entire sequence where we got this insight into sam's past, his relationship with his sister, and where he's come from was brilliant. i like sarah a lot and seeing her frustration with her brother for trying to come in and fix things when he's been gone for so long felt really realistic. i felt for her a lot. because you can tell there's so much there bubbling under the surface, a mix of love and resentment and frustration that was palpable as they talked about what to do with their parents' house/boat/business. so, give me all of the sarah wilson moments pls n thnx.

seeing the consequences of the snap (hi, i am refusing to call it the fucking blip. marvel, my god, get better names for shit.) idk how in depth they're really going to go into it all but at least they attempted something here with the scenes at the bank.

bucky's nightmare sequence as the winter soldier. it was such a brilliant reminder about how terrifying tws actually is. he's silent and ominous and THAT MUSIC. his presence is legitimately unsettling from the moment you see him. (but he runs around like a bull in a china shop which does make me 🤔 when i remember he's supposed to be a g h o s t s t o r y. idk. not exactly stealth and shadow work. but that doesn't look cool on screen so 🤷🏻‍♀️)

and on that note, vindication of my 'they sleep on the floor after coming back' headcanon. literally had raymond holt screaming in my head the second i saw bucky wake up on his living room floor. does my heart break for him? yes. was i smug about being right? also yes.

leah seems cool. could she actually be telepathic??? since she hit every single one of bucky's boats while they played battleships? i would like to see it. 😂 there's def more to her character than meets the eye since she's slated to be in all six episodes.

bucky having one (1) old man friend even if the reason behind it was heartbreaking.

so, yeah. these things i genuinely liked.

things i didn't like

the therapy scene. i genuinely hated it. there's a different between a no nonsense therapist and someone being deliberately antagonistic and that definitely erred on the side of the latter imo. she tells him to 'get over it' and mocks him for not reaching out and meeting people. media in general doesn't do a good job of depicting therapy so this is just yet another poor offering into the canon. i'm tired. i want healthy depictions of therapy already. it's supposed to be a supportive environment ffs.

plus she kept calling him james 🤮 genuinely wouldn't be surprised if she turns out to be a bad guy plant. which i think is a cliche at this point? 🤔

bucky's new look. which i know we've seen before now but i've not offered my unsolicited opinion on it. it's just sebastian stan in an ugly leather jacket. it's generic male lead#346. it's broification. someone said they made him look like brock rumlow and now i can't unsee it. 😭 rip to bucky with the good hair. i'd have loved to see him with some curls tbh. or a wave that kind of calls back to his pre-war days. anyway. i digress. character design is 0/10.

would have been nice to see him cut his hair as a marker of him starting a new chapter and coming into his own personhood.

rhodey's disability was just? glossed over? no visible assistive tech at all?

the date. just the fact it was there at all. it was heavy handed and not subtle and we know why they put that in there within the first 10 minutes of bucky's screen time. that's all i'm going to say about it. if you follow me, you know where i stand. we don't need poorly written romance. get it in the bin.

there was no acknowledgement of bucky's relationship with steve. if there was a memorial to be had then bucky should have been there. maybe these will come later but i'm not holding my breath.

is steve dead? i assumed that the party line was that young steve died in the battle and no-one knew about old steve . but did they actually kill steve off-screen? what a kick in the teeth if that's the case. let me just cut open a wound for them to pour the salt straight into, shall i?

things i'm mostly neutral on

john walker. he looks like a cop and his wink at the camera gave me the creeps but i'm interested to see how that pans out. i hope sam beats 50 shades of star spangled shit out of him.

the flag smashers. premise of a world without borders is interesting and a believable concept given what's happened in universe. there's a lot of scope there i think. that said, the name is dumb.

right. i think that covers everything for now. my expectations going in were really low, i won't lie. before the premiere i tried to stay away from the trailers and tv spots and the hype in general so i was pleasantly surprised at how much i enjoyed certain aspects of the show.

in conclusion, some good, some bad, some ugly and i will be cherry picking my favourite nuggets for fic at a later point. also, i'm still a skrull!Steve truther. real steve is chilling with some wakandan goats 😌💖✨

#ali's unsolicited opinions #.txt #tfatws #marvel #tv

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lowkeysebastianstan · 3 years

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did i miss something? i j woke up why are people talking abt sebs dick?

hi! lucky, you should have stayed asleep or atleast offline :/

fortunately the ppl i follow aren't that bad, i literally only had to unfollow two ppl so far, but the gist is that all over tumblr, and twitter, ppl are mocking the size of sebastian's penis bc of a brief glimpse in monday the movie.

now i've not seen it yet, i might tonight, but from what i've seen most of these gremlins haven't either, they're basically just going off a gif without context.

obviously if you're shallow and pathetic enough to body shame a man for his junk the context doesn't matter, but it's still telling af that these are mostly haters in the first place or idiots who actually think that it matters and also don't know how a penis even fucking works.

not that that really matters bc honestly whether it's hard or flaccid or whatever, well. IT SHOULDN'T EVEN BE A CONVERSATION! idc if you fantasise abt him sexually, hell i have too, BUT THAT'S NOT HIM, THAT'S YOUR FUCKING BRAIN AND LIBIDO GOING OFF, YOU ARE NEVER EVER GONNA FUCK HIM REGARDLESS!

like, imagine if this was a woman? who was shamed for her uneven tits of whatever? like, wtf?

like, genital preference? def a thing. but that only applies to having actual sex with a person, and even then you don't mock ppls junk??? whoever they are jfc. so if this brief glimpse leaves you cold? fine. stop stanning, no problem. but to actually say that's why? like, really? so you're really that person, that if you meet the person of your dreams, you then peace out bc their dick isn't big enough. wow. just, wow. that's so brave of you.

i know a lot of ppl use his statements abt body dysphoria as a reason, and sure, it's a factor too, but as i said in my post, really that's irrelevant bc this behaviour is disgusting no matter who it is.

and lastly. to anyone that gifs that moment. wtf are you doing? like, honestly? like why on earth, what are you hoping to to accomplish? why are you obsessing over genetalia?

yes, we sexualise and objectify our crushes on here, both characters and irl people, we post steaming pics and gifs and fics and swoon and thirst collectively, along with meta and analysis and art, it's a part of fandom. hell, i've posted rpf myself, and jfc y'all went off on the eb gifs i posted. (we can get into the moral of all of this, but rn idc.) but this? this is what you do? the man even said that he hoped ppl would focus on the context and not on the display. i'm just—how old are you?

anyways! i hope that clears it up, and thank you, i had a bit more rant in me, it was good to vent! hope your day is stellar! <3<3<3

(also, if you are a literal child and you didn’t know better, i get it, but pls delete your posts abt it and stop and think.)

#sebastian stan #ask #anon #monday

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sarah-writes-marvel · 4 years

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After-Party Showdown: MCU Cast x Fem!Reader (platonic)

S.S.” Ive literally had this fic finsihed since like Febuary so its a little rough but let me know how you like it!

Warnings: Blood, predetor male (Sorry to anyone named Eric... im sure your very kind), rudness..., sexual talk (kinda)

Word Count:1,710

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We had finished watching the premiere of the newest Avenger movie and the set, cast and a few selected friends returned to the reserved reception room at the hotel that many were staying at.

RDJ, Tom Holland, Hiddelston and Gwenth were talking with a few friends of theirs and some of the set members. Chris Evans, Hemsworth, Elizabeth and Scarlett were also in their own separate group that was somewhat merged with Sebastian, Anthony, Don and Paul.

I was new blood to the crew, and although I was immediately accepted by the cast, I watched them mingle from the bar.

Eventually people began to disperse, mainly people that worked the cameras and the background actions. Basically leaving the actors and actresses and their few friends they brought with.

I continued to sit at the bar talking with various people that came to refill drinks, even had a lovely conversation with the bartender, who seemed slightly star stucken. Nearing the end of the night a charming gentleman came to my side and struck up a conversation with me as we sipped away at our drinks.

“Hello beautiful. I’ve got to say you’re way too pretty to be over here on your own.” he said with a pearly white smile.

“Oh well thank you.” I blushed at his compliment.

“So why aren’t you mingling with everyone? I've seen you sitting over here all night.” he replied, studying my face.

“I’m more of a people watcher. Introverted and all that jazz.” I reply taking a sip of my drink looking at the cast laughing and talking.

“Alright I can understand that. Do you want to be less introverted and hang out with me?” He replied with a sly tone in his voice.

“Well you sitting next to me talking aren’t you?” I stated. “In my book that’s considered hanging out.”

“Well I meant more along the lines of a nice walk and maybe heading back to my place.” His statement was blunt and outgoing.

“Oh well, I appreciate the invitation but I have to decline.” I replied as kindly as possible.

“Oh come on sweetheart. Why not?” His voice whined.

“First I don’t know your name. Second, I'm not a one night stand kinda girl, I'm assuming that’s what you had in mind.” I looked at him pointedly and annoyed.

“I’m sure I could change your mind. I’m Eric. It’s wonderful to meet you.” He held his hand out and finally introduced himself.

“I wish you would’ve led with your name.”

“Duly noted.” he retracted his hand before he kept talking. “So what’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Very hot.” his comment caused me to roll my eyes just slightly.

“If you are going to try and complement my clothes off you should stop now.”

“Why? Because it’s going to work.” He leaned in, the brandy apparent on his breath, his hand sneaking around my waist.

“No,it won’t work. I would also appreciate you not touching me.” I said scooting a few inches away.

“Oh come on. You know you want to have a good time.”

“I was having a good time.” Even I could recognize the annoyance in my voice. I continued to watch my friends talk amongst themselves, saying goodbye to others.

“I can make it so much better though. I mean the dress is just begging to come off. It would be a great addition to my floor.”

“Excuse me?” I set my drink down on the bar, standing up and crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“Oh please. You wore that so you could get compliments didn’t you?” His eyes looked at the dress that hung on my body. It was a decently modest midnight blue dress. It hugged my waist, the skirt ended just above the knee, it even had long sleeves. The only suggestive thing about it was the vneck and the open back.

“Yes. Compliments. That was not a compliment. That was a shitty way to try and pick up someone.” I replied.

“Oh please. You should be happy that I asked you.” His face turned to anger almost as if he was annoyed.

“I’m perfectly happy turning down your request. I hope that you have a good night.” I turned heading towards the group to leave behind the creep at the bar but a hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me back.

“What the hell do you think you are doing.” My voice was stern yet quiet doing my best not to create a scene.

“I’m going to ask again until you say yes.” he’s hand tightened around my wrist.

“Let go of my wrist.” I demanded a little louder wishing that the bartender hadn’t left to retrieve more ice and alcohol.

“Not till you say yes.” He seethed. I tugged against the resistance on my wrist trying to pull away. “Quit being such a bitch and take the compliment that I actually want to sleep with you.” His voice was hot against my neck when he leaned in to whisper that into my ear. I snapped.

I twisted my arm causing his hand to turn with it allowing me to break free, gripping his wrist pulling him from his seat wrapping his hand behind his back and shoving his face into the bar. Suddenly all eyes are on the interaction.

“First of all, I don’t need to feel grateful for you telling me that I look beautiful, I’ve heard it many times, and that my clothes would look better on your floor.” I let go of my hold, Evans and RDJ approached the two of us. Eric stood up, raising his hand, almost in an attempt to hit me.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Evans said before Eric moved.

“Don't tell me what to do with my girlfriend.We we’re just having a nice conversation.” Eric smirked, his hand placed on my waist.

“Seriously. You seriously just did that?” RDJ laughed.

“What? Did you come to save her or something?”

“Oh no. We aren’t saving her. She can easily take you on her own. We’re just suggesting that you don’t do that because it’ll come with an asswhopping from a young woman in heels and many lawsuits.” RDJ started with a smug tone.

“There is no way in hell that she'll be able to take me. Plus I've got amazing lawyers.” Eric spat back with a smirk.

“Oh ya, no. You really don’t want to challenge her.” Hemsworth commented. Eric looked at him with anger in his eyes. I picked up my glass from the counter, taking a sip and holding onto it so I wouldn’t punch his face.

“Whatever.” he turned towards me. “Good luck ever getting laid with your attitude.You’re nothing without a man's approval you know. Even had to have these people come to your rescue.”

His voice was quiet and annoyed trying to dig under my skin. And it did a little bit, but it just fueled my anger toward him. I looked at him and the glass shattered in my hand as I tightened my grip. The glass fell to my feet the remaining liquid splashing onto my dress and onto his outfit.

“You can go.” I even scared myself with the tone of my voice as I spoke. The look of fear in the man's eyes gave me a sense of pleasure that I put him in his place. He pushed his way through the group that had surrounded us and rushed through the exit.

“Well then. What a dick.” I started watching the door close. My hand was still in a fist and I held my other hand underneath, feeling the blood from the cuts drip into a puddle in my palm.

Everyone looked at me shocked.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to involve anybody. Is everyone ok?” I looked at the astonished faces of my friends.

“Are you seriously asking if we're ok?” RDJ questioned.

“Well ya.” I shrugged my shoulders looking at everyone who all seemed very concerned.

“You just crushed a glass with your bare hand. You are bleeding. We should be asking you that!” He exclaimed.

“Oh ya. I’m fine. I really hate guys like that though.” I looked down at my dripping hand and turned around to face the bar. I reached behind grabbing one of the clean white towels, dipping it into the cup of water that I had at the spot I was sitting. I began cleaning the affected wounds when Evans took over.

“You know I knew that you could take Hemsworth and I but I never knew you could do this! You gotta be careful. Someone might think you've got some super soldier serum flowing in your blood.” He smiled as he wiped away the blood and examined the cut in the center of my palm for glass. “Alright this may hurt just a bit.” He began tightly wrapping the cloth around my hand, tucking the end into itself.

“You should go to a doctor to get that properly taken care of.” Scarlett added.

“That's a good idea.” I agreed, standing from the seat that I had been pushed down on. “Well I had a great night with y’all! I hope I didn't ruin it with that little fiasco.” I smiled grabbing my clutch from the bar and walking through the group.

“Well where the hell are you going?” RDJ questioned.

“The hospital to get stitches, you know like Scar suggested.” I was confused at his question.

“Well someone’s gotta go with ya.” Evans stated.

“Ya. We’ll go with you. The night is still young!” RDJ exclaimed standing up and meeting me.

“You don't all have to come, it'll just be a couple of stitches.” I laughed.

“Too late I called the limo already. We're taking a trip to the hospital!” RDJ celebrated. Soon the rest of the crew was chiming in on a “To the hospital” chant as we made our way out the door, earning confused and concerned looks from the staff of the hotel.

To say the hospital staff was surprised to see the cast of the marvel movies enter the emergency was an understatement, but I was glad to have the best people around me, even if it was for a few stitches.

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Like I said it was one of the first fics I had written a while ago... But I hope you liked it! thanks for reading!

#mcu #mcucast #chrisevans #rdj #scarlettjohanson #chrishemsworth #avengers #captianamerica #ironman #thor #marvel #marvelfanfic #readerinsert

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rokutouxei · 4 years

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only this wonder remains

ikemen vampire: temptation in the dark isaac newton/reader | gen | 2948 | [ao3]

or: the 5 times isaac tried to understand, and the one time he realized he didn’t have to.

for my beloved friend @pathofcomets!

happiest, happiest, happiest birthday to the absolute kindest and most loving and most encouraging person i have ever met in my entire life! i may or may not have reread your isaac fics a billion times to get him quite like you like, and if i missed, at least enjoy the fact that um, i’m having apples today in (the both of) your honor? te iubesc, mama: thank you for joining me in this stupid crazy journey that is 19th century france with vampires.

(one)

isaac newton likes things set into order.

math, math is great—math is numbers and patterns and those things make sense and the order is there. physics too: everything in the universe has a set structure, and it’s all just figuring out what that structure is and what it entails. isaac newton likes things in neat rows in color-coded, labeled, square boxes in his mind.

and that is everything you aren’t.

which is why isaac doesn’t quite understand how he’s fallen in love with you so fast. emotionally, yes, sure, emotions, are, he supposes, a thing, but rationally? he doesn’t understand it. where he likes predictability, you are anything but. you are new dishes being served during dinners. you are excited squealing as you’re reading a book. you are catching his hedgehog (very nervously) from its hiding nook, after it was chased by the exponentially larger dogs. you are songs he’s never heard, songs from centuries in the future. you are wide eyes and open arms and isaac doesn’t understand.

but he adores it.

appreciates it.

the day after you’d decided to stay in the mansion, and the door had stayed shut throughout the rest of the fateful, crescent-moon night, vincent takes home with him a basketful of apple strudels, gifted to him by the lovely baker downtown.

you aren’t able to get one before dinner, but just right around midnight, you remember they are there. with a sudden burst of excitement, you pull at isaac’s sleeve until he accompanies you downstairs. your eyes shine like crystals in the kitchen light as you bite into the sweet bread—and isaac… isaac doesn’t know what to do with the warmth that fills him at the sight of it.

you turn to him quickly, offering him a bite. “you like apples, don’t you?”

the sound of dazai’s and arthur’s voices compound in his head, every single apple joke thrown at his direction over the past what-feels-like-a-million-years echoing in the caverns of his skull, taunting him.

but he doesn’t mind.

he doesn’t know why he doesn’t mind being unfolded like this, but he doesn’t.

he takes a bite of the strudel and sighs at the sweetness.

“it’s delicious.”

(two)

he tries, he absolutely tries his damnedest to sound nonchalant, but he fails. rather miserably, too. he’s still standing at the doorway of your room, hesitating to enter even when you’d already opened the door for him.

“where are you going?”

you finish twirling a lock of hair into place, before turning away from the mirror and toward him. “ah, comte’s taking me out dress shopping.”

again, he hears you nearly say; but then why are you still going? “don’t you have enough clothes?”

securing your earrings into place, you sit up from your dresser chair to approach him. “‘the most important of the labours of a high society woman in this late 19th century,’” you begin, “‘is to look beautiful.’ … that’s what le comte always tells me.”

“labours that you already fulfil,” isaac notes. the sudden admission makes you flush, so you pull him by the wrist and guide him toward the bed. now seated next to each other, you entangle your fingers with his.

“we’ll be back before dusk,” you try to appease him. “i’ll ask comte if we can do a detour at that bakery with the strudels we like.”

for a moment, isaac is silent; his hand twitches in yours as he considers. of course, he knows that comte means no harm. if anything, the worst is that comte is quite overbearing with how gracious he is at times. there’s no reason to be feeling this way, to be even doubting, he just wanted to ask if you wanted to come with him to the university library—he has to pick up a book he forgot to borrow, and maybe, just maybe, he was thinking of a picnic while you’re already out in the city, that’s all, you can always do that some time else, and so why is he—

he groans. by jove, why is this so hard. he turns and presses his face into the junction of your shoulder and neck; the fabric of your dress is in the way of the thrum of your pulse, but not quite thick enough so he still feels your warmth.

you laugh like it tickles, and he’s about to straighten up when you take his face in your small hands, holding him at eye level to you, your gaze so beautifully clear and bright. it’s as if no matter how hard he tries, with you he is see-through.

“i’ll make it up to you,” you say, pressing a little kiss at the corner of his lip, “…tonight.”

all at once, he doesn’t understand why the sour, sour feeling in his chest suddenly tastes so sweet.

(three)

you were radiant.

that was, to say the least. isaac wasn’t knowledgeable about fashion, not a bit. sure, he can vaguely tell what an “average” outfit is (cue the several lengthy discussions to alleviate confusion when sebastian had kindly gifted you with a few items of clothing to wear around the mansion that were, say, anachronistic) but trends and styles are beyond him. to him, if the clothes can protect him from the elements, they are enough, and doing their job.

but seeing you out there in the ball room? made him realize that maybe… maybe that wasn’t the only point after all.

he’s wearing the most fashionable get-up for the night (because, alas, comte would not let a single one of his residents leave without the best of suits) and yet he feels so… underdressed, looking at you.

which is probably just about right, considering this is the party to celebrate your first year spent at the mansion.

(the first of many, he hopes.)

isaac returns to memorizing the details of your outfit. a beautiful silk gown in this sort of matte gold, embellished with swathes of intricate lace. the cut of the dress is made to accentuate your best features, and oh, the low scoop of the neckline, revealing your shoulders, emphasizing the milky skin beneath, maybe, a place to sink his teeth…

you’re off to a corner of the ballroom across him, engaged in discussion with mozart and theo while you’re holding a glass of alcohol. (he knows you enough to be nearly entirely sure it’s probably a non-alcoholic drink in your glass, just the right shade to seem like so.) mozart says something that makes you laugh, hand flying to your mouth.

(isaac seethes inwardly, wonders what the pianist could have said.)

theo makes eye contact with isaac across the room, and isaac quickly turns away from the man’s pointed smile. and because he does, he doesn’t get to prepare himself for when you inevitably approach him—having been goaded by theo—bumping isaac’s shoulders lightly.

he takes half a second to curse that wily little brother-obsessed man.

“won’t the great professor ayscough honor me with a dance?”

he doesn’t understand why, doesn’t understand why allows this—for him to be tossed and turned in a surge of emotions and thoughts and things he really hadn’t bothered to consider in the past, for him to be oh so irrevocably twined around your finger.

“what makes you think you can do this to my poor heart?” he whispers, and your laugh—oh, your laugh, fills him to the very core.

(four)

a part of him curses napoleon for saying it; another part of him thanks him.

the three of you were on your way back to the mansion after an afternoon teaching the kids in the city at the usual spot when napoleon had—rather absentmindedly, almost as if off-handedly—mentioned that the kids seemed to be more… obedient when you were around. you’d raised an eyebrow at him, explaining that you’re actually rather, say, awkward with kids. napoleon had shrugged the comment off, going on a tangent that they seemed to be more likely to follow instructions when it was you who’d call them out, as compared to him and isaac.

and then, the heaviest words in the world.

“maybe it’s because you’re like a mother to them.”

it was too early. you and isaac had never thought of kids and—you’d never really thought of anything, rather. there was only the now, and isaac found himself rather enjoying the pace. should he have discussed this with you already? was this of utmost importance? what if you didn’t want kids with him? what if you did? what does it mean—to do that? what changes? what stays? what—

“pfft,” you chuckle. “that’s only because the two of you are more like cheeky older brothers than teachers, you brats.”

after the corresponding laughter, the conversation soon swerved to other things. but isaac couldn’t leave it at that. instead, it lingered and clawed at his brain for the following days to no end, always making its presence known at the back of his mind whenever he’s thought it’s past him. he hadn’t thought of bringing it up to you because, again, it seemed like you’d taken the entire thing in stride, as you always do, with the grace and wisdom of someone literally beyond his time…

but most importantly, because he didn’t feel like he was ready to hear the answer quite yet.

alas, the universe does not wait for one to be ready for things.

the next time the three of you are downtown, you’re humming as you produce a little jar full of homemade candy as a reward for the children’s hard work of studying. (isaac huffs a little; it’s just calculus, it’s not so bad.) the enthusiastic children rush toward you, and you gently get to their level, squatting down and handing them two candies each.

isaac… is stuck into place, watching intently as you greet each child; you know them by name, know their nicknames; you match the candy appropriately to their favorite flavors, pat them on the head, ruffle their hair, pinch their cheek gently. you compliment the little flowers the girl has put in her hair, enthuse about how the three rag-tag boys look stronger than ever.

and isaac—well, he doesn’t understand why he knows but he knows: this, this is what happiness is.

your smile, the star-like shimmer in your eyes, the sound of your laughter intermingling with those of the children the both of you (!) are raising to be dreamers and thinkers of the future.

isaac is helpless; no science can explain this; unable to do anything but allow you to knock him to his knees like a beam of sunlight shot through the prism of his heart.

flooding his world in a spectrum of colors.

(five)

on one night you don’t feel entirely upright, you confide your deepest fears to isaac. these were fears he’d thought were to be expected—fears that made sense—but he hadn’t realized were actually hiding in your shadows. worries and frets about the uprooting from home, the time and the place of your existence. the weight of the knowledge of what comes in the future, the foresight of it. the instability—the unsureness.

isaac does not know what to do with all this. he cradles every word in his hands, holds them so carefully like they will shatter, feels each shaky intake of your breath sink underneath his skin like some sort of warning, some sort of premonition.

of the one day you might have to let her go.

of the one day you might have to do the right thing.

of the one day it will hurt.

of the one day. and you will never understand why.

but isaac is no longer afraid of them.

(he doesn’t know why yet, but he will soon.)

instead, he holds you in his arms in the silver glow of the moonlight, until your shaking stops. until you feel gravity settle you back onto the bed, just like all that isaac had written of it. until you press your face into his chest and sigh deeply. until your exhales feel lighter, like you’ve expelled all the thick fog that rested between your bones.

and isaac… isaac doesn’t know if he should ask, if he has the right to ask, if asking will make a difference, but the part of him that constantly wants to be able to understand things makes him, so he asks—

“what made you stay?”

and the answer is so simple, it’s rather silly how he doesn’t understand.

“because i have you.”

(+ one)

long before he had met saint-germain and had hidden away in the count’s mansion for silence, isaac newton was, ultimately, just a mere human: one that tried to make sense of the world around him, set them into categories and definitions that were easy to understand, and thus use. but a human nonetheless. and hundreds of years back, long before the turn of the century in paris, france, in the arms of the only woman he feels like he has ever truly known to really love, there was a little fairy tale he believed in: one that they’d called the philosopher’s stone.

a stone of ridiculous, preposterous qualities. it could turn simple metals into gold and silver. it could heal all and any sort of illness. it could make someone live longer. it could turn crystals into precious stones. it could revive the dead. it could make you immortal.

just by its mere existence, it could give someone the power to turn one thing into something entirely different.

and now, with the scientific development of the late 19th century—and even further, far into the future where you’ve come (he’d asked)—there is still no philosopher’s stone. the facts are in: it is not real, and centuries spent attempting to create this enchanted thing have led to not a single step toward proving its existence. it’s a powerful thing that is too great, it just isn’t allowed to exist.

that was what isaac thought, except as of late.

because maybe… maybe the power is already in human hands.

after all, what else would have given you the ability to make him like this? how else to explain all the miracles you’ve done: to fill the parts of him that used to be hollow; to heal him of the wounds he’d been putting aside; to revive the portions of his heart that he thought—and he’d kept—long dead?

to turn him into gold?

it is morning now, just past sunrise of september 1st, and you’re lying next to him on his bed, still fast asleep. just the sound of your even breathing fills him with a breathless joy it makes him feel rather stupid. the sheer fabric of your nightgown is not enough to hide the pink, red parts where he’d kissed and marked you last night. he wants to run his fingers through your hair, but doesn’t, lest he wakes you up.

he’d pledged his humanity aside for silence, and a space to think, and oh, have you given it to him.

this is what peace feels like, he thinks.

gently, he takes out of its hiding spot a rectangular box. opens it and takes out its contents: a pair of earrings (which he’ll give you later), and a lovely golden necklace studded with pearls; little flowers and suns down to the middle, where a hefty ruby glimmers deep blood red.

just like a philosopher’s stone.

he tries not to wake you, when he strings his little gift around your neck, but the movements jostle you, and just as he clasps it closed at your nape, you wake.

you turn to face your lover with “good morning” halfway out your lips when you feel the cool of the necklace on your bare skin. you look down at the intricate piece of jewelry, the smile uncontrollable on your sweet, still sleep-hazy face.

“isaac—”

“la mulţi ani,” he says—or, well, tries to say, as his tongue curves awkwardly around the words. he does sound rather close though: he must have practiced, and practiced, and practiced.

“thank you,” you say, sitting up to face him properly. “it’s beautiful. i’ll treasure this.”

isaac’s brain is on high speed—i’m glad she liked it, i was worrying, what if she didn’t like the design, then what about the earrings, should i have given her a ring instead? no a ring is too early, this necklace is just right, also fashionable for the times. i asked comte about it—it was so damned embarrassing but i asked him, and—but he silences it, quiets it down by taking her hand in his, presses a kiss on the knuckles gently with his lips.

and, as he always has been, and always is, and always will be—he stumbles for words, clumsily trying to make sense of the thunder-lightning rumbling in his chest, how he’s supposed to say thank you for all that you have given him, all that you have made him.

so instead, he presses your hand against his warm cheek that is a fresh apple red.

“my favorite merișor,” you tease, brushing the stray hair off his face before pulling him into a gentle, warm embrace. and, well, he’d wanted to ask what that meant, but he quickly realizes it doesn’t matter, as he tucks the unfamiliar syllables of your language in his heart.

it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand.

and maybe, just maybe, there are things that he never will really comprehend.

but it’s okay.

he can be that merișor.

as long as he is yours, he can be anything.

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[title came from could i love you any more by jason mraz & reneé dominique]

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp isaac newton #ikevamp isaac #ikevam isaac #ikevam isaac newton #uwus #only this wonder remains

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dungeons-bat · 3 years

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Officially in (3rd Chap)

Warnings: None.

The complete fic

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‘Hey, five minutes and I’m at your door.’ - Today was the big day, I could get a role at Marvel freaking studios. ‘Hi Tom. I told you, there was no need to pick me up. You’re wasting your time!’ - He’s been asking me if I need a drive since yesterday, I said no, but ask if he listens. ‘And I told you that I would, that I’m not wasting my time, I’m just spending it with my favourite friend.’ - Favourite friend? ‘Thomas, has anyone ever told you how bad is it to lie?’ - I asked. ‘That’s why I’m not lying, hurry up, I’m at the gate.’ - He is friends with Benedict Cumberbatch and Chris Hemsworth, he is lying.

“Miss Grey, please follow me.” - A guy called me, I saw the tag on his shirt, apparently his name was Marcus. “Good luck Isa!” - I could hear Tom from behind. “So, in about ten minutes you’re going to hear the lady over there” - He pointed to a blond woman sited on a chair close to the door “call your name, you are going to go through the door and that's already the stage. You’re going to perform the scene I hope you have already memorized, the judges are going to say if they liked or not, nothing else. Do you have any questions?” - Wow, the guy was quick, “Thank you, no questions.” - Was all I could say, I was so nervous. “Good luck then.” - he said while leaving.

“Isabela Birch Grey” - I heard. Fuck, it’s my turn. I went through the door and said a ‘hi’ to the judges. “Hello miss Grey, how old are you” - One of them asked me. “Hello, I’m twenty-one.” - I answered. “Twenty one? Have you finished college?” - another one asked. “Yes, I have, law school, sir.” - I was getting ever more nervous. “And how did you hear about the casting?” - The third one asked. “A friend of mine told me about it, ma'am.” - I said. “Well, good luck.” - She said, and I started to act, or at least trying to. When I finished, they all looked bored. I was sure I did not get the role. “Miss Grey, if I must not lie, I liked your performance. We will keep in touch and tell you if you got in by the end of the week.” - The woman said. “Thank you, ma’am, gentleman.” - Almost shacking by anxiety, I left the stage.

“So, how was it?” - I heard someone ask behind me. I was not expecting someone to show up, so I jumped out of scare. “Thomas, oh my, you scared the shit out of me. It was bad. The woman said she liked it, but they all looked bored.” - I told him. “Always so negative. She would not say that she liked if she did not like. I heard that the results come by the end of the week, is that correct?” - he asked, “Yeah, she said so.” - I confirmed. “Do you want to go grab something to eat, I can drop you of at work.” - He invited me. “Tom, you’re almost my Uber. We can go, but I’m getting a cab after that.” - I said, putting an emphasis at “cab”. “I’m inviting you, I’m dropping you. You have to accept that, lady.”

It was nine in the morning, my cat was sleeping on top of me, so I had been there, laid down, for the past three hours, doing nothing, because prince Hades could not be awakened. But suddenly my phone rang, but the cat was still asleep. I looked at the screen, ‘Thomas’, why is he calling me today, I mean, it's Saturday, he probably has stuff to do. “Hey Tom, good morning.” - I said as I picked up. “Good morning, won't even ask if I woke you because you wake with the birds. I have great news.” - He said. “Well, tell me.” - I got curious. “It’s not official yet, they’ll call you tomorrow morning to tell you, please act surprised. But you got the role, congratulations, miss Morgan Stark.” - What? I got it? “No way? Seriously? Oh my! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” - Oh my, I’m going to act on a freaking Marvel film. “Thank me? You’re the brilliant actress, miss.” - He said. “But you were the perfect friend who got me the freaking audition.” - I said. I was so excited. “I’ll pretend I agree with that. Anyway, I was just calling because I wanted to share the big news. By the way, Sebastian is throwing a party at his house next week, want to be my plus one?” - A party? At ‘Sebastian’s’ house? “Sebastian as in Sebastian Stan?” - I mean, James freaking Buchanan Barnes? “Oh, yes, is there another?” - No, Thomas, there is not. “I’m sorry, still not used to your world.” -I said. “You better be, because in a month it will be yours too.” - Oh my, I have not thought about that. I mean, am I really ready for it? Of course, I have been thinking about it since Thomas told me about it at the restaurant. But now that it is real, I don’t know if I’m really ready for it. “Yeah, it will. Well, yes, sure, I’d love to be your plus one. I just have no idea of what to wear.” - I mean, what should I wear to Sebastian Stan’s party? “Well, I need to buy a tie, we could go buy you something too, what do you think?” - Hm, seeing Thomas in a suit, for a couple of minutes, or even hours. Yes, I’m up to the challenge. Also, I have no idea of what to wear, so his help would be amazing. “Yes, sure, I need your help anyway, when do you want to go?” - I asked. “Oh, are you free in any weekday?” - Hmm, let me check my schedule. “I’m only available on Tuesday after four. I’m only home by eleven on the other days.” - I said. “Well, it’s settled then. I’ll pick you up by five, is that OK?” - This guy is already my personal driver. “It is perfect.” - it’s not the best hours, but I have no other option. “Well, then, I guess I see you on Tuesday.”

The next day, I was having lunch with my friend, Gabriela, when my phone rang. “Good morning, who am I talking to?” - I asked. “Hello Miss Grey, I’m Mister Anders, I work at the Marvel Studios, and I’m calling to tell you the results of your auditions.” - The man in the line told me. “Well, hello Mister Anders, thank you for calling” - I said. “Is this a bad time?” - He asked. “Not at all, we can talk.” - Of course, I already knew the news, but I was supposed to pretend that I did not. “Well, we’re happy to tell you that you’re the newest Marvel actress. Congratulations, you got the role.” It was different to hear it from that guy. It was official now. “Oh my, I got the role! Thank you very much, Mister Anders, you have no idea of how happy I am!” - I started tearing. “Have a nice day, Miss Grey, congratulations.” - He said. “Well, thank you again for the news, have a nice day.” - I answered. Lord, I’m officially a Marvel actress. If someone told me that I was actually going to follow this career path some months ago, I would never believe it. Now me dream has literally become true. What meeting a famous actor can’t do to you? “Hey Gabi, I got the role! I’m Morgan Stark now!” - I told my friend. “No way! Oh my, congratulations, Isa.” - She said, hugging me. “Thanks. Now give me just a second because I need to call Tom.” - I said, grabbing my phone. “Hey Tom, are you able to talk?” - I asked when he picked the phone. “Yeah, what do you need, Isa?” - He asked. “I’ve just received a call from the studio. I’m in. I’m officially Morgan.” - I told him. “Congratulations, really. I knew you were the perfect fit. I was correct.” - He said.

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