#georgeta Sebastian mom

[musette22]

Hey Minnie! Have we ever seen Sebastian’s father (biological or stepfather)? I need visuals. I’ve heard different stories about his biodad. In both stories his biodad and Georgeta got divorced when Seb was two. But in one he died a year after that, because he helped people cross the border in communist Romania? And in another he survives and he also moves to the US and now he and Seb are reunited? I also heard that Seb’s stepdad suffers (suffered?) from dementia. And if that’s true, I want to hug him even more, dementia is a terrible illness. I remember not getting recognized by a person close to me, it’s a terrible experience for all involved. Also I want to end on a good note, Seb definitely got his beauty from his mother. Georgeta is stunning!

Hi nonnie! Ahh, I'm very sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Sebastian's biological dad unfortunately passed away a couple of years ago 😔 He's mentioned it in some interviews over the last year or so. His step dad, who did indeed suffer from Alzheimer's, also passed away quite a few years ago. I can't imagine how difficult that process must've been for Sebastian and his close family, and I'm so sorry to hear you've been impacted by it too, lovely 😔❤️ Sending you much love.

As far as I know, after his parents' divorce, Sebastian's dad left Romania first (and yeah, Sebastian did mention in an interview recently that his dad was involved in the resistance and was something of a hero for it), and then I think his mom decided to leave Romania with Sebastian not long after that as well? I may be wrong though, but that's what I think he said about it. I believe Seb's father did move to the USA at some point too (or perhaps right away), and he and Seb had a good relationship towards the end of his dad's life, at least. There are some pictures of Sebastian's biological dad floating around online, but I'm hesitant to link them since he didn't share them himself and they were basically found and shared by people without permission. However, if you google 'Sebastian Stan biological father', the first pic that pops up for me is one of them together!

And yes, Sebastian is as beautiful as his mom, definitely! Great genes right there 🥰

[notafunkiller]

I saw people giving criticism to Sebastian's mom. Jesus!

Tell you've never been outside the Us without telling me you've never been outside the Us

Please, most Euopean and Asian moms belive in blunt approaches, but they love their kids. Most Romanian moms' love language is making fun of their kids and no, they do not hate them. They also believe in the idea of: Let me tell you the harsh truth before a stranger does because at least I do it out of love and the need to protect you. They do it to hurt you. That's how they think thet prepare you for real life.

Being a parent is VERY HARD.

Especially being in Georgeta's shoes, who lived in communism most of her youth and her childhood (I bet especially after Sebatsian's dad left and helped othersz she was also followed by the Security + her whole family), got divorced young and left her the country without her son😭 (and she did not speak German), then came back to get him and lived in Germany, got remarried and moved to another country. THE AMERICAN dream country. She did not speak English well, she was still scared... Imagine leaving your parents behind, your friends, your country. She barely had any people to speak Romanian with... her native language. Imagine that! Of course she told him to be someone, to take this chance, to be good! She was hard on him maybe, but he said multiple times he was a bit difficult and tbh imagine raising a teenage boy back then when the world was changing? She wanted the best for him.

She (+Sebastian for a bit) lived in Romania during a hard time for the country (there were food resteictions, you were listened to by everyone in case you spoke against the regime... especially if you were an artist, books and music that could be seen as against the regime even a little were banned. Western films? Not allowed.)

Is it good to put pressure on gour kdis? No. Is the intention good? Yes. Out of love and protection. Imagine how much she sacrificed and risked...

As Sebastian said, after The Revolution everything was chaotic. The country's properties got sold slowly, people started to buy things from Turkey and sell them extra ⬆️ in the country. The money had no value after... Just imagine having your whole life change and no one in charge wanted the good for the country... for the people.

Georgeta is brave, and I think Sebastian loves her now more than ever because he is old enough to realize things would have been completely different if they stayed... even in Germany.

These parents love their children very much (but they were raised not to show love through words -> they give you things, sacrifice themselves, buy you things... that's their love language, trust me)

It's so easy to judge people... We should all mind out business when it comes to such complex topics.

[thehollywoodfameshow]

CELEBRITY > PARENTS

Margot Robbie and Sebastian Stan Welcome Third Child, After An Emergency C-Section Caused By A Rare Condition: ‘Mom and Baby Are Healthy and Resting at Home in Australia.’

“Margot and Sebastian are delighted to announce the arrival of their third baby,” Margot’s publicist confirmed on Wednesday.

Margot Robbie and Sebastian Stan are parents again!

The I, Tonya co-stars welcomed a baby girl on April 26th in Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia, Margot’s publicist confirmed on Wednesday.

The arrival of their third child, their second daughter, wasn’t without a scare. It was confirmed the thirty-two year old actress suffered complications of a rare condition called placental abruption, when doctor’s performed an emergency c-section.

Placental abruption affects fewer than 200,000 cases per year in which the placenta detaches from the womb (uterus).

In a statement issued to The Hollywood Fame Show, the actress’s publicist assured the mother and child are doing well and expressed appreciation for the nurses, doctors and medical staff at Gold Coast Private Hospital: “Margot and Sebastian cannot begin to express their gratitude to their medical team at Gold Coast Private Hospital for the care they provided Margot and their baby girl. Because of their expertise and timeliness, both Margot and their daughter are doing well and resting comfortably at home.”

The actress’s publicist then went on to explain, “While the couple asks for privacy at this time, they felt it was important to shed some light on this rare condition and raise some awareness in hopes to help other parents.”

Stan, 40, announced their third pregnancy on Instagram with a picture of his wife’s growing baby bump after paparazzi photographed them buying pregnancy tests in the Maldives.

Margot and Sebastian are parents to Axel Lachlan Cameron Stan, 3, and Piper Georgeta Sarie Stan, 1.

Details about their second daughter are being kept under-wraps.

THIS ARTICLE IS FAKE & FOR ROLE PLAY PURPOSES ONLY. PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG OR REPOST OUTSIDE OF HOLLYWOOD FAME RP.

[littlemissidontcare]

No some are saying that it's important to his mother. Who is important to Sebastian / Y’know what? I’m Team Georgeta. Manifesting that 2024 she gets a nice little spitfire daughter-in-law who truly loves her son and calls her every day. Give her a nice little Romanian or Italian girl who invites her to celebrate Christmas with her family. Give her a woman who says, “that’s it, you’re my mom, too,” and thinks the world of her because she knows that without Georgeta, she wouldn’t have the love of her life. Give Georgeta a daughter-in-law who’s absolutely fucking amazing.

[sweetmusingss]

I blush when hearing what she said to me, smiling softly at her. I felt almost panicked when she asked me to tell her more about myself. I always struggled with attention, especially when it came to talking about myself. I really didn't think that I was all that interesting and the amount of trauma that I had definitely didn't make it easy for me to open up about myself. "Oh... um, well, there's nothing too interesting to tell. My job is probably the most interesting thing about me," I laugh nervously. "I've lived in the city for about five years and I am originally from Malibu. I visit my family there whenever I can but it's not always easy since my schedule can be so unpredictable. I like to spend my free time reading or working out or baking. Sebastian says I don't know how to stay still and that's very true," I giggle softly before looking shyly at you, hoping your mom didn't think I was weird at all.

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Frank was putty in your hands when you called him 'baby boy' and he was practically writhing beneath you. He let out a quiet moan, leaning his head back slightly. He let you kiss over his jawline for a moment longer before he was suddenly going stiff underneath you as he realized what the two of you were doing. You were very drunk and he wasn't. That alone was why he needed to stop this, not wanting this to be something you wouldn't even remember. You also both had significant others and this wasn't right to either of them. He hated Anthony but he knew this wasn't right. He took your hands in his, gently pushing them away but speaking in a soft tone so he wouldn't hurt your feelings. "Nay... hold on," he spoke softly, feeling almost dizzy but he knew he had to be strong and be a good man about this.

Georgeta watches you as you speak, her eyes kind.She could tell you didn't love all the attention being on you, but she also wanted to get to know you. Seb kept most things about you to himself, him being private about that sort of stuff, so she wanted to get to know you better now that she finally met you. "You are very interesting, darling. Don't let anyone tell you or make you feel differently or that you're not. You have an amazing job and you are a real life hero and life saver, you should never downplay yourself." She smiles softly atyou, taking a sip of her wine. "Seb used to have the same problem, being a busybody, when he was younger... Luckily, as he's gotten older, that trait has sort of worn off. He is content just sitting and writing now. Wish he was like that in school, maybe his grades would've been a bit better." She teases him, winking at her son playfully.

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I frowned as I looked down at him as he pushed me away a second time, not used to Frank rejecting me in any way besides for that first time we kissed at that Halloween party all those years ago. I could tell exactly what he was thinking just from looking at him, able to understand him without communicating. "You suddenly have a conscience now? For fucks sake, Frank." Based on my tone, it was obvious my feelings were hurt. I never normally spoke to Frank like that, but whenever I felt embarrassed or rejected, defensiveness would take over and always make me snappy and rude. "It was a mistake calling you..." I stand up quickly, wanting to get away from him, feeling so stupid for even trying with him right now. "You should go. Pretend this never happened."

[anothersebastianblog]

Do they seriously imply his mom hasn't had a vacation since 2015 (when her husband died)? And the only opportunity she got was someone else's family trip? Yeah, that sure paints Sebastian as a caring son😶

// They got raging internalized misogyny, they prove it time and time again. What they are saying there essentially reduces Georgeta to ONLY a wife and mother, it erases her personhood outside of these roles/relationships with men. It's reinforcing the idea that mothers live for nothing but their kids and that Georgeta doesn't do things unless her husband or son enable her to.

!!!

[alirhi]

I love that Sebastian tried to freak out his mom with a giant tattoo of her face on his arm, and when she saw it, her only response was "I look good." 😂😂😂 Guys, I wanna meet her almost as much as I wanna meet him lmao. From his stories of her, she sounds awesome.

[evanstanwhore]

proud

pairing: dad! sebastian stan x evans! mom! reader

summary: sebastian gushes about his daughter on jimmy fallon… nothing makes him prouder

warnings: use of y/n and implied birth i guess? chris sounding like the best uncle to exist… bc lets be honest, he would be

wc: 768

a/n: this was written on my phone so im not sure abt the quality but its sweet… enjoy!

my other evans! actress! reader one shot… still planning on a mini series!

“Your daughter was born not long ago, right?” Jimmy Fallon questioned, turning to Sebastian with a smile. He was passionate about the movie they were previously speaking about, his eyes were already shining but at the mention of his daughter, his eyes shone much brighter than before. A look of pride washed over his face.

“Two months ago yesterday” Seb nodded proudly, the memory of meeting his precious little girl filling his mind.

The sound of a baby’s cry filled the room as you fell back against the hospital bed, breathing hard, tears rolling down your cheeks. It wasn’t just any baby’s cries. It was yours. Your little girl.

Over the crying, the faint whispers of Sebastian’s words filled your ears. He was crying too. “I’m so proud of you” He repeated

The moment the midwife place her in your arms, happy tears spilled from your eyes. “I’m so proud of you,” Sebastian said pressing kisses to your head, your shoulders, your neck, arms wrapping around you as he looked down at his daughter, a few tears rolling down his face.

“She’s beautiful,” You say, close to a whisper as you smile down at her.

“She looks like you,” He tells you as your daughter's hand closed around his finger. Wiping your tears with his other hand, Sebastian smiled as he kissed you. “Thank you.”

His smile grew wider when Jimmy held up the photo you had posted to Instagram of your baby girl's tiny hand holding onto Seb’s finger. You’d both decided to keep your baby’s face off the internet for as long as possible… for her safety but a part of you just wanted to keep her to yourself. Your’s and Sebastian’s perfect creation.

“She seems tiny” Jimmy chuckled

“Oh, she is. Very tiny. Definitely her mother’s daughter… Y/n’s words, not mine” He laughed, finally looking up from the photo.

“Chris Evans was on the show a few months ago he said he was pushing for the name Chris despite her being a girl.”

“The sad thing about that is he was being completely serious. We said no everytime” Sebastian said, unable to tone down his smile. “But we did compromise with a another name he suggested—“ He stopped abruptly before chucking to himself. “I wasn't supposed to admit Chris suggested a name Y/n fell in love with. Sorry, Doll” Seb looked into the camera, knowing you were watching at home in bed probably with your daughter in your arms fast asleep.

“Elora is such a beautiful name” The audience cheered at the mention.

Elora Georgeta Lisa Stan

Although her name might sound long, it means a lot to both you and Sebastian. Having both his and your mother's names as her middle names meant a lot to both of you.

“So, tell me about her”

>><<

The house was quiet as Sebastian climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway towards your shared room. The door was open, the room was dark except the faint glow of the tv.

A smile rested on his face, seeing you laying in his shirt fast asleep in the middle of the bed. It was clear you tried to stay awake, your phone still in hand as you slept peacefully. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning to the bassinet where Elora stirred. He knows he probably shouldn't but he picked her up anyway.

Seb kissed her forehead with a happy, content smile as he rocked her slightly in his arms. Elora’s bright blue eyes stared up at him, taking in his face with her little smile. “You're happy I'm home?” He whispered, kissing her forehead again.

“I am” You respond tiredly, opening your eyes to smile at him.

“I didn't mean to wake you” Sebastian smiled lightly as he sat down against the headboard where you had propped yourself up.

“I’m glad you did. I love watching you with Elle” You say, smiling up at him while taking your daughter's hand in your own. “What you said about her to Jimmy... it was sweet. You made me cry”

“At what part? When I talked about how proud of you I am?” Seb questioned with a slight smirk, knowing he hit the nail on the head. Every time he said it, every time he thanked you, you would cry.

“Don’t even start, Stan” You glared playfully.

“You know what we have to do now?” He asked, pulling you into him and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. You raised an eyebrow in question. “Give you the same last name as me and our little girl.”

[jessybarnes]

Golden Lines - Chapter Five - Insatiable Desires

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza 

Chapter Five Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Amanda Evans (mentioned), OFC Mrs. Stevens, OMC Dean Wesson, OMC Sam Hammond, OMC Steve Hammond, OMC Scott Leighton, OMC Tommy King, Diana Hiddleston (Tom's Mom: mentioned), Scott Evans (mentioned), Carly Evans (mentioned), Shanna Evans (mentioned), Lisa Capuano (Chris’s Mom: mentioned), G. Robert Evans III (Chris’s Dad: mentioned), Georgeta Orlovschi (Sebastian’s Mom: mentioned), OFC Shayly Andrews (mentioned), OMC Jameson Andrews (mentioned), and Dodger

Chapter Five Rating: Explicit 18+

Chapter Five Tags: **** PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER BEFORE CONTINUING!!!! **** SMUT, NSFW title card, angst, fluff, teacher/student relationships, anxiety, drinking, underage drinking, nervousness, mentions of past trauma (specifically the following: injury to hand, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and mental abuse), mentions of shitty parents (specifically dead beat fathers), pining, blindfolds, skydiving, airplanes, flying, heights, free falling, vomiting, kissing, nipple play, oral (male receiving), deep throating, face fucking, cum swallowing, overstimulation, dry humping, clit play, fingering, finger fucking, squirting, dirty talk, a tiny instance of dom/sub (if you squint), praise kink, begging, finger sucking, oral (female receiving), jacking off, lying, crying, self-esteem/self-worth issues, bed sharing, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think I've covered everything… PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE STARTING THIS CHAPTER! 

Chapter Five Word Count: 11,289 (GOOD LORD… This got away from me...grab a snack and a beverage, folks. Lol.)

Chapter Five Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 

Chapter Five Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: There are mentions of past physical, sexual, and mental abuse (as I stated above in the tags), and I've written this so if there are readers who need to skip that part, they can. There are asterisks that indicate where that part starts and ends if anyone needs to skip it! You won't miss anything if you do, I promise. ❤

The rest of the school week seems to drag itself out. Lily and Ang walk to Art class together, their finished assignments in hand. Angie is quiet, a little too quiet, and Lily immediately picks up on it. "Hey, babe. You good?" 

She bites her lip nervously and glances over to her friend. "I'm scared, Lil. What if he doesn't like it?" 

They walk into the classroom and take a seat at their normal table. "He's gonna love it, Ang. Tom's very much into art, at least, that's what Seb told me once." 

She cocks her head to the side, "I just realized I never knew his first name until now. Tom is a fitting name, it suits him." 

"Alright, class everyone settle down. I know all of you are excited for the weekend," Ang and Lily smirk at each other knowingly, "but we've still got an hour of school left. Everyone take out your finished pieces and have them ready for me to look at. I'll be walking around the room to give you a final grade." 

Lily carefully unwraps her watercolor painting and sets it on the table. She wasn't sure what she was going to paint at first, but then she got to thinking about her Mom. Sebastian was only five when his Father left. He didn't have many memories of him, but he remembered the day he and their Mom were left alone, vividly. 

Sebastian had told Lily the story on one of their movie nights and it's stuck with her ever since. He said that he had heard his Father yelling at their Mom, but he couldn't recall what he was angry about. He ran outside and followed him to his car, and shoved his hand in the door as it was being pulled closed. It smashed his fingers between the door and where it connected to the car. Sebastian told Lily that he did it because he thought that if his Father saw that he was hurt then he'd take him to the hospital and the doctor would say that he had to stay and take care of him. Instead, he watched him drive away. Seb chased the car, but was picked up by their Mom so she could wipe his tears and bandage his mangled hand. 

Lily hasn't met her Father either, nor does she want to. Georgeta, their Mother, gives them everything they need. Sebastian was twenty when she was born, and helped take care of her as if she were his own and not his half sister. Their Mom is the strongest woman she's ever known. She always puts her and her brother first and never hesitates to go without just so they can be taken care of. 

So, it's only fitting to dedicate her first watercolor painting to their Mom. It's of one of her favorite vacation spots. Lily remembers being a little girl, probably around ten, and going on vacation with her there. It was right around sunset, the reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks blanketed across the sky accenting with the mountain in the distance perfectly. 

Painting it from memory was hard, but once she was finished it turned out to be the best one she's ever done. 

Angie finishes unwrapping hers and gasps, "Lil! Oh, my god! That's beautiful!" 

She smiles sheepishly, "not as beautiful as yours, love. Mr. H will probably cry when he sees that. I mean, for real though, that drawing should be in a museum." 

Angie laughs and beams at her. "Only if your masterpiece is displayed right next to it!" 

Mrs. Stevens makes her way over to their table and smiles as she looks over Lily's shoulder. "Ms. Stan, this is stunning! These watercolors are blended perfectly and the highlight on the mountain is beautifully done! You deserve an A." 

"Thank you, Mrs. Stevens," Lily grins and watches as she moves over to look at Angie's. 

"Oh… Oh, my goodness. Ms. DiLorenza this is breathtaking! The shading is impeccable and the blending is just the right amount. An A for you as well. The two of you are incredible artists! Mr. Hiddleston will surely appreciate this. Would you like to take it to him now? I don't believe he has a class." 

Angie wrings her hands nervously, "I-I don't know. I'm kind of scared. What if he doesn't like it?" 

Mrs. Stevens shakes her head. "Nonsense, dear. How about this? How about I call him down here. You can step out into the hallway for a bit of privacy, but you'll still be within earshot of the class. Sound good?" 

Angie nodded. "Alright, it's settled." 

A few minutes later she hears the familiar deep voice that she loves so much. She steals a quick glance and sees him standing just outside the doorway with her art teacher. He meets her eyes and she quickly looks away pulling her lip between her teeth. The sound of Mrs. Stevens' high heels click against the floor and stop just shy of their table. "He's waiting outside, dear. I'll be at my desk should you need me." 

Angie takes a deep breath and stands up. Lily squeezes her hand for reassurance as she holds the drawing in the other. "You've got this, babe!" 

Ang nods and slowly walks across the room to the door. She rounds the corner, holding the picture close to her chest as she looks up at him. 

"Hi." 

Even that one word sounds weak, but if Tom notices he doesn't point it out. "Hi, Ang. It's good to see you again." His accent sends a wave of arousal straight to her core. "I understand you have something for me?" 

Angie looks down at the drawing clutched in her hands. "Well, I-I um…Mrs. Stevens… we-" 

Tom places a warm hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, darling," he whispers. "Take your time." 

Angie licks her lips, "our first assignment was to um...to create whatever we wanted. I wasn't-," she shifts her weight anxiously, "wasn't sure what to make so I just kind of zoned out a-and let my pencil have a mind of its own." Without making eye contact with him she holds the canvas out so he can take it. "I um...I made this...for you."

Tom hates to see his girl so nervous, but he can’t deny how adorable she looks standing in front of him like this. So innocent and - wait...did he just refer to Ang as his girl in his head? Well, that's new. She hands over the canvas without looking at him and toes at the tile floor with her shoe. He flips it over in his hands and sucks in a breath. 

It's the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen. The detailed lines, the contrast of highlight and shade, and the attention to detail. It's...well, it's breathtaking, and the fact that it's a portrait of him makes it that more meaningful. Tom realizes he hasn't said anything, let alone released the breath he's been holding, and turns his attention back to Angie. She's shaking and picking at her fingernails and he has to force himself not to hug her. 

"Darling, look at me." 

She timidly raises her head, her eyes shining with unshed tears. 

"This is phenomenal, Ang. I...I'm speechless… I'm so honored that out of everything you could have drawn you chose me. Thank you." 

She blinks a few times in rapid succession to keep from crying. "Well, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to draw the most beautiful person in the world." 

Fuck! Shit shit shit! 

God how she wished someone invented time travel so she could go back fifteen seconds. She could probably make it to the back doors to the parking lot if she made a run for it. They haven't even had their first date yet and she just dropped a bombshell that is normally saved for people who've been together for like...a few months.

Angie winces and turns her gaze back to the floor. The very floor she wishes would open up and let her fall into. Tom's index and middle fingers gently tilt her head back up. Those tears she worked so hard to stop before spill over her waterline and cascade down her cheeks. 

"Oh, love," Tom brushes the wetness away with the back of his knuckles gingerly, "please don't cry. I'm not upset with you. In fact, I'm flattered. It's been quite a long time since a woman has called me beautiful." He discreetly reaches down to hold her hand, "and it's never been said by someone as stunning as you." 

Angie feels her heart skip a beat. He…he thinks she's stunning? 

Before she can say anything, Tom does a quick sweep of the hallway to be sure there's no one that can see them. He smooths his thumb over her bottom lip and smiles softly before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to her lips. It only lasts a second, but it was by far the best second of her life. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, my darling girl." He winks and turns on his heel leaving Angie there with wide eyes and flushed skin. 

Holy shit he kissed her!

Jessy walks quickly to her locker and grabs what she needs to complete her assignments over the weekend. It's been the slowest Friday ever, but it's finally time to leave. She shoots Angie a quick text to let her know she'll meet her at the mall and heads to her car. 

Since they both have dates tomorrow night, a special outfit is a must for both of them. Twenty minutes later she pulls into a free parking space next to Angie's car. 

"JESSY! Oh, my god he fuckin' kissed me!" 

Jessica had barely gotten out of her car when Angie told her the news, and she was ecstatic. "No way!" She grabs Ang's hands and they bounce in place with excitement, "girl when?! Tell me everything!" 

She lets out a dreamy sigh and smiles. "You know how I drew that picture of him?" Jessy nods. "Well, Mrs. Stevens called him down to her class so I could give it to him. So, there we were, in the hallway, and I was so fuckin' nervous. God, was I nervous. He was so sweet with me though. He called me darling and waited patiently while I stuttered like an idiot. He was speechless, babe. He loved it." 

She grins, "I knew he would, Ang." 

Angie blushes, "there's more though. He told me he was honored that out of everything, I chose to draw him, and like a dumbass I told him I couldn't pass up on drawing the most beautiful person in the world." 

Jessica gasps. "Oh, shit! How did he take that?" 

"Well, I didn't see his initial reaction cause I immediately looked down at the floor, but he lifted my head and wiped my tears. He called me love and said that no one as stunning as me has ever referred to him as beautiful. Then," she bites her lip as the memory of his mouth on hers plays over and over in her head, "he looked around, kissed me for like a second, and then called me his darling girl!" 

"Ahh! Ang! Oh, my god that's so cute! You two are freakin' adorable together, I swear!" 

Angie hugs her and giggles. "You ready to buy something that's gonna knock our men off their feet? 

Jessica nods and hugs her, "hell yeah! Let's do this!" 

Two hours and eight stores later, both of them had their outfits tried on and bought. Angie picks a plaid blue and red skirt that sits about four inches above the knee, and a matching form-fitting shirt. Jessy decides on a short, simple, yet elegant, velvet burgundy dress. After that the girls eat a little snack at the food court together to tide them over before heading home to do their homework. 

Lily sits Indian style on her bed and works on one of her journal entries for English Literature. Sebastian may be her teacher, but he never once treated her any differently from the other kids. Friday's topic was a free day, and she's trying to think of something to write about. All she can think about is Chris, and what he told her brother the other day. One part of her wants to know who the girl is that he's willing to take such a big risk for, and the other part of her doesn't. Lily knows it's not her. Why would it be? He's twenty-two years her senior and her teacher for God's sake. She sighs and begins to write about him anyway. It's not like Seb will guess who it is. Not if she's vague enough. 

A couple of minutes later after she's done writing, she hears the front door open. That's odd...Seb normally hangs out with Chris on Saturday's… She thinks to herself. 

"Lily? Hey, you home?" 

She moves to lay on her stomach and starts playing Candy Crush on her phone. "In my room!" 

Sebastian knocks lightly and peaks his head in. "So, I'm gonna need you to get changed into some jeans and a t-shirt that you don't mind potentially getting dirty." 

She looks at him like he’s grown a third eye. "Um...what?" 

He rolls his eyes. "Just...c'mon! We gotta leave in like," he checks his watch, "ten minutes." 

Lily changes, even though she's thoroughly confused, and puts on some old tennis shoes. "Okay, I'm ready. So, what are we doin'?" 

Sebastian shakes his head and opens the garage. "Can't tell ya! It's a surprise!" 

"Ugh! You know how much I hate surprises, Seb!" She groans and slides into the passenger seat of his black Dodge Charger. He hands her a black bandana and smirks. 

"Yeah, I know. Humor me and put that on. You're not allowed to see anything until we get there." 

"Seriously?! Fine...but I get to pick what we listen to." Lily unlocks her phone and pulls up her favorite playlist on Spotify. "Here, I'll let you get it connected while I put this on." 

Sebastian chuckles and takes her phone. "Remind me why I love you again?" 

She pulls the ends of the bandana into a knot and adjusts it over her eyes. "Because I keep you sane, not to mention I'm the fun sibling." 

"Whoa, hey now, wait a minute! I'm fun!" 

Lily scoffs, "okay, mister 'the only thing I do for fun is hang out with Chris every Saturday' you keep tellin' yourself that. Speaking of him, why aren't you two having your normal bro night anyway?" 

Even though she couldn't see him, Sebastian rolls his eyes as he pulls out of the driveway. "Well, I told you I would make it up to you for bailing on our movie night. Plus, he's got a date." 

Lily feels a pang of jealousy flood through her chest. "Oh," she hates how she can't control the hurt tone in her voice, "that's good. I hope it goes well." 

Sebastian glances over at her, immediately picking up on her change of mood. He leaves it alone for now since today is about her. 

The drive is quiet, except for the music, and Lily finds herself thinking about Chris again. Well, she often thinks about him, but now she is imagining him with another woman. Honestly, she wishes she could just tell him how she feels so she can get his reaction. Maybe if he rejects her, then she will be able to get over him. 

She sighs and closes her eyes. "Are we there yet? I feel like we've been in the car for over an hour now." 

Sebastian stops the car and puts it in park, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Yeah, we're here. You can take off the bandana now." 

Lily rips the fabric off her head and blinks to adjust to the light. Once she's able to see clearly, she gasps. "SKYDIVING?! Oh, my god! Sebby! Are you serious?!" 

She looks at him with wonder and he laughs, "yeah, I'm serious! I know how long you've been wanting to do this, and I figured it was time for me to face one of my fears." 

Lily unbuckles her seatbelt and throws herself over the center console to hug him. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" 

He pats her on the back, "does this make me the fun sibling now?" 

"Don't push your luck, Shakespeare nerd." She pulls away and climbs out of the car. "C'mon! Let's go!" 

Angie looks herself over in her bathroom mirror for the millionth time and fixes a stray piece of hair. You look fine. Jessy was right, he's gonna love it. She tries to reassure herself as she applies a bit of lip gloss. Checking to make sure she has her phone, charger, a change of clothes, and her toothbrush, she walks down to her car. Jessy and her had the bright idea to tell their parents they were staying overnight at the other one's house. You know, just in case things go well and they decide to sleep over. 

It takes about thirty minutes to get to Tom's house, but she finally finds it. She's in awe as she parks in the driveway. It's a two-tone modern home, wood tone on the upper level and off-white on the lower. There's a balcony that wraps around and has glass paneling as a barrier. An inground pool sits off to the side of a wooden staircase.

She slings her backpack over her shoulder and makes her way to the front door. Her heels click against the asphalt and her heart thrums rapidly in her chest. Angie takes a deep breath and blows it out before knocking a few times. Seconds later, she hears footsteps and the lock clicks. 

Tom opens the door and her eyes go wide. He's wearing a white button down shirt, the top two buttons undone, and a pair of black slacks that sit low on his hips. His hair is neatly tousled and his feet are bare. Ang is so busy checking him out that she doesn't see the way he's looking at her. 

Tom stands rooted to the spot. He cannot believe how beautiful his girl looks. She's standing before him in a tight red top and short plaid skirt. Her hair is curled in loose waves, her light makeup a perfect touch to her flawless skin. He wants to devour her right there in his doorway. 

"Ang…," he looks her up and down as he bites and licks his lips, you look amazing." 

She blushes, "thank you. You look gorgeous, but you always do in my eyes." He takes her bag from her as she walks inside. "Wow, your house is beautiful." 

He sets her things down and gently grabs her hand. "Come here, darling." 

Angie spins around and looks up into his blue eyes. "May I kiss you?" He asks, his voice an octave lower than normal. She nods and he pulls her flush against his body. "I can't help myself when you look this stunning, love." 

He cups Angie's cheek in one of his large hands and brings his mouth down to meet hers. She's shy, he can tell, but soon she's kissing him back with fervor. Her lip gloss tastes like cherries and it's intoxicating. Tom backs her up, presses her against the wall, and tightens his grip on her waist as she moans into his mouth. He doesn't want to, but he knows if he doesn't stop now their dinner will get cold. 

He pulls away slowly and watches her. Ang is breathing heavily and her eyes are still closed. She's breathtaking. 

"Are you thirsty? I've got water, wine, Coke, Sprite, and I think there’s a case of beer in the garage." 

She opens her eyes and smirks. "I'm thirsty, but not for any of those things." 

He stutters and feels his slacks tighten, "L-Love, we…," he nods toward the kitchen, "dinner…" 

Angie grins mischievously and walks around to his other side. "You have a microwave, right?" He nods. "Well then…," she pushes him against the wall with her hands, "I say we skip dinner for now." 

Tom curses under his breath as she drops to her knees in front of him. "Besides, I have," her fingertips brush the rather large tent in his pants, "what I want right here." Angie pops the button and pulls the zipper down, her panties getting wetter by the second. 

"Fuck, Ang…" 

Tom's pants fall to his ankles and his hands shake as she lowers his boxers just enough to free him. His cock is painfully hard and she hasn't even touched him yet. Her small hand grips the base and he throws his head back. 

"Darling...please…" 

She runs her nails on the other hand down his thigh making him shiver. "I've never done this before, but I'll do my best to make it feel good." Tom's pretty sure anything Angie does will feel like heaven, but he nods anyway. 

The moment her lips close over his flared tip, he lets out the prettiest moan she's ever heard. It only fuels her to take him deeper. He's longer than he is thick, but she still has to open her mouth pretty wide. 

Once Angie has him about halfway she stops, not wanting to go any further in case she has a gag reflex. She trails her tongue tentatively along the underside of him and jumps a little when he thrusts forward slightly. 

"My, god...s-sorry baby...fuck that feels good." He threads his long fingers through her hair and wets his lips. "Want me to show you how? I'll be gentle, love." She nods as best as she can and blinks her innocent doe eyes at him. He nearly comes undone at the sight. 

His grip on her hair tightens and he begins to move her head up and down on his cock. Tom's eyes flutter closed, "oh, fuck! Darling, you're so good for me. So fucking good...mmm, yeah, move your tongue just like that, oh, my god…" 

Angie is floored by the way he's talking to her. She had no idea she would get such satisfaction from praise alone, but coming from Tom it was music to her ears. She pushes back on his thighs and he let's go of her. 

"Are you okay?" She shakes her head yes and kisses the tip of each finger on his right hand. "Fuck my mouth, please." 

Tom feels his need for her ignite into a wildfire. "God… are you sure, love? I don't want to hurt you. Especially since you're new at this." 

Angie kisses the tip of his cock, a bead of precum coating her lips, "please, baby? I want you to feel good." 

He breathes a shuddering breath and swallows thickly. "Alright, love, but I want you to tap my thigh if it becomes too much. Now, open that sweet mouth for me, darling." 

Angie obeys and Tom pushes his cock between her parted lips and doesn't stop until he feels her nails dig into his skin. "Shh, relax, love. Take - oh, shit! - deep breaths through your nose. Y-Yeah, that's it. You're such a good girl, Ang. God, your mouth feels so good…" 

She feels herself relax a few seconds later and Tom slides the remaining inches down her throat. He's panting, a thin coat of sweat covering his skin, and when he feels Angie swallow he about loses his mind.

“OH, FUCK! Ang...Ang oh, my fucking god!" 

She wants more, no needs more, so she does the only thing she can think of and tries to move her head back and forth, but his grip on her is too strong. She whines softly when he pulls her hair. 

"I know, love. Just...fuck...g-give me a second. I don't want to cum just yet.” 

He evens out his breathing and starts a slow rhythm. He's trying to be careful, but the little moans she makes every time he slides down her throat are nothing shy of sinful. Angie swirls her tongue around him and he growls. 

"Oh, s-shit! Ang, I...you're...oh, god!" He looks down at her with hooded eyes. "You're so perfect, darling. O-On your knees for me, taking my cock so well. I wish you could see yourself right now. So pretty…so good… fuck!"  

Tom moans out her name and fucks her mouth a bit harder, the heat in his lower belly now a sea of molten lava. 

"I-I...love, I'm...where do you...can I-?" 

He can't even form a coherent thought, let alone speak, but Angie gets what he's asking her. She absolutely needs to taste him, needs to feel him come undone from her mouth. She does the first thing that comes to mind and grips his ass hard, pulling him forward. Tom groans and works his left hand into her hair next to his right. 

"Fuck! Oh, you're amazing, darling. So good for me." He thrusts deep and squeezes his eyes shut, "shit I'm close, Ang! I-I'm...oh, darling I'm…unghh AHH!" 

Tom's orgasm hits him like a Mack truck. His vision goes white and his legs shake while his cock pulses in her warm, wet mouth. Angie swallows everything he gives her and only pulls away when he releases the hold on her hair. 

"Did I do okay?" 

Her cheeks have tear tracks and her lips are swollen as she looks up at him through her lashes. Tom leans his head back on the wall behind him and chuckles breathily, "baby…that was…more than okay. I cannot believe that was your first time. God, I haven't felt that good in...well...ever." 

He pulls her to her feet and tucks himself back into his boxers before kissing her hungrily. He can taste himself on her tongue, but he doesn't care. She's beautiful, and he never wants to let her go. He reluctantly steps back and pulls his pants back up over his hips. 

"Shall we have dinner, my darling girl? Maybe afterwards I can return the favor." 

She nods and bites her lip. 

"Alright, why don't you have a seat and I'll dish everything up for us." 

Jessica parks outside of Chris’s house just as her phone dings. She looks down and smiles when she sees it's him telling her the door's unlocked and she can just come in when she gets there. Her eyes look back up and admire how beautiful everything is. The house is a light beige color with very modern looking features. There's a lot of windows that are trimmed with a dark, ebony wood. A huge tree casts a shadow over the shrubbery and front walk-way, allowing the low lighting from the porch to give it a warm, cozy feel. 

She locks her car, puts her keys in the front pocket of her bag, and takes a breath to calm her nerves. It's a warm evening and the leaves are beginning to turn autumn colors. Jessy approaches the front door and turns the knob, slowly entering his home. If she thought the outside was beautiful, then she wasn't prepared for the inside. It felt so inviting. The same ebony wood accented white furniture and walls, and everything had its place. Very pristine. 

She smoothes her straightened hair and fixes her dress before calling out to make her presence known. "Chris?" 

A moment later, his Boston accent echoes back to her. "In the kitchen, sweetheart!" 

She sets her bag down by the door and follows the sound of his voice. Jessica finds him in an enormous state of the art kitchen. Modern appliances, a huge kitchen island with bar stools, and a wooden floor open up into an equally beautiful dining room. Chris stands facing the stove, his back to her as he stirs something that smells absolutely amazing. 

He's casually dressed in dark jeans and a blue button down. "I hope you're hungry. I'm mak-" He stops mid-sentence as he turns around to face her, the spoon he's holding clatters to the floor. 

"Sweetheart…," he breathes, "you look absolutely incredible…" 

He walks over to her and slides his hands up her bare arms, "you got this dressed up for me?" 

She nods and shyly bites her lip. "Yeah, I-I wanted to try and look pretty since you always look… well… amazing." 

Chris’s eyes roam up and down her body, like he can't look everywhere fast enough. Her four and a half inch stilettos make her come up to just below his chin, and her makeup accentuates her eyes beautifully.

"Sweet girl, you're always pretty." He kisses her deeply, his body flush against hers as he licks into her mouth. "Honey, I'll end up eating you for dinner if I don't stop now." He smirks down at her and raises an eyebrow when her breath hitches. "Oh," he coos. "You'd like that, hm? Another time, I promise. I made my Mom's famous Cajun Chicken Alfredo and I can't wait for you to try it."

He brushes her cheek and goes back to the stove to finish up their food. He pours her a glass of red wine and pulls out the chair for her to sit down. "You look even more beautiful in the candlelight, sweetheart." He kisses her cheek and puts a plate of steaming hot pasta in front of her. "It's hot, so be careful, okay?" 

Jessica nods. Thank you, Chris. This looks delicious." 

They chat while they eat, getting to know one another better. Talking to Chris comes naturally. It feels like she's known him for years. She tells him about Shayly and Jameson, skipping the part about how she basically lived with them. Chris beams as he talks about his family. Jessy learns that he has three siblings. A younger brother Scott, an actor who's happily dating his boyfriend of two years, an older sister Carly who's also an actress, and a younger sister Shanna who's an aspiring author. He mentions that his Mom's an actress as well, and his Dad's a dentist. 

Chris casually asks her about her parents and she tries not to show her grimace, but, of course, he picks up on it. "Jessy? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to.” 

She shakes her head and looks at her half empty plate. "No, you didn't… I just… my childhood wasn't that great. 'S kinda why my Mom and I moved here." 

Chris watches her push a noodle around with her fork, "do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" He takes her hand and she closes her eyes. "I know I need to. I haven't told anyone...not even Shayly. I just...I don't know if I can." 

He stands up and holds out his hand, "come here, honey. Let's go sit down in my living room." 

She lets him lead her to the other side of his house and smiles when she sees Dodger sprawled out on the floor. "Hey, buddy! Remember me?" He jumps up and wags his tail happily, "oh, you're so cute! Wook at your cute wittle face!" 

Chris chuckles, his heart full of happiness at the sight of Jessy baby talking to his best friend. "I think I've been replaced. How could you, Dodge?! I give you everything and the moment a beautiful woman comes in the house I'm chopped liver. Typical." He's joking, of course, and grins when Jessica rolls her eyes playfully. 

"Listen, babe, I can't help it. Dogs just get me, ya know?" 

Chris tosses Dodger one of his favorite bones and sits down. "C'mere, baby. Come sit." He pats his thigh and gingerly pulls her into his lap. His thumb caresses her cheek, "you can tell me as much or as little as you need, sweetheart. I won't talk while you are. I'm here to listen, okay?" 

Jessy plays with her hands, focusing on Dodge happily chewing away at his treat. "It's a long story, but I… I really feel like I can trust you with it. So many people have asked me to open up about it, but I've never wanted to. Not until I met you." 

Chris takes one of her hands in his and kisses the back of her knuckles, sweetly. "I'm honored you feel that way, Jessy. I promise not to tell anyone anything you're about to tell me. Not even Sebastian or Tom." 

She takes a deep breath and swallows the lump in her throat, preparing to tell him everything.

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"The earliest memory I have of my Father is from when I was four years old. He's actually my Step-Father. My real Dad died when I was a baby. Anyway, I was playing out on the back patio with my building blocks and heard him yelling at my Mom. I don't remember what it was about, but he was staggering and waving his hands around. My Mom was crying and he must have gotten sick of hearing her because I watched him hit her." 

Chris began rubbing her back and she took a moment to collect herself. "It went on like that for years. He was always drunk, and my Mom worked two jobs to keep us from losing the house. H-He got fired and sat at home, just drinking in front of the TV. When um…" Jessy squeezes her eyes shut and tries desperately not to cry. Chris turns her in his lap so she's facing him and kisses her forehead, "you don't have to tell me, baby. It's okay." Jessica shakes her head, "n-no I-I need to. It's just hard reliving the memories."

Chris holds her waist and rubs his thumbs in the little divots of her hips, trying his best to comfort her. "When he wasn't black out drunk, he'd sometimes…," she closes her eyes and lets a couple of tears fall, "h-he'd sometimes touch me…," she whispers shakily. Chris’s grip tightens on her waist and he clenches jaw, but stays quiet so she can finish. "He never….actually um...put anything inside of me, but he touched me o-on the outside. I had to touch him too...he told me if I ever told anyone he'd k-kill me." Jessy was full blown crying now, but she needs this weight off her chest. 

"My Mom doesn't know. No one does… except you. If I tried to um… to stop him he'd hit me or grab my face so hard that it left bruises. I wasn't physically strong enough to get away, so I just… I let him do those… things because I thought I had to. The sooner I complied, the sooner he'd get it over with and go to sleep." She sniffles and wipes at her cheeks, "the first time it happened I was five. It didn't stop until I was twelve. 

He um… he lost interest in me when I...when I hit puberty. I still got hit when I made him angry though. My Mom got the worst of it, and when I was fourteen I started protecting her. I-I'd push her behind me a-and take the brunt of it. It was all the same to him. As long as he could take his anger out on someone, it didn't matter who it was." She takes a shaky breath and lets it out. "My mom finally filed for divorce a few weeks ago. That's why we moved here. To get away… from him." 

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Jessy opens her eyes and looks into Chris’s. The emotion in them is overwhelming. She starts to softly sob and he moves his hands to her cheeks. "Shh, I've got you, honey. I'm so sorry you had to go through something so horrible. You have to know none of that was your fault. You know that, right?" 

She nods and lets out a choked sob. 

"You're safe now, baby. I won't let anybody hurt you ever again. I'm here now, and you're safe with me, sweetheart." 

He dries her tears with the throw blanket draped over the couch and holds her close. "Will you kiss me?" 

He nods, "I'll give you whatever you need, baby." 

His kiss is careful, like she'll break if he's too rough. Jessy grips his shirt and deepens the kiss, trying hard to push the bad memories from her mind. He slides his right hand up her back until his fingers are embedded in her long red hair. She whimpers and shifts in his lap making him groan. 

"Jessy… maybe we should stop. I don't want this to lead to something you're not ready for." 

She whines and moves his free hand to her chest. "I need this… please, Chris? I wanna forget everything he did to me. Please make me forget…" 

He pecks her lips and rests his forehead against hers. "Okay, whatever you need, love." He moves his hands up and down her sides, "how do you want to do this? Tell me what you need, honey." 

Jessica rolls her hips and watches as his eyes flutter closed. "Is like this okay? I-I don't know if I'm ready for um...well for anything more than that." 

Chris swallows hard, "yeah, that's fine, sweetheart. You wanna leave the dress on?" 

Jessica bites her lip and sits back, crossing her hands so she can lift the velvety fabric over her head. Chris’s jaw drops. She's completely bare, no bra or panties, and he can feel himself harden instantly. 

"Fuck...Jessy you're breathtaking," he breathes. "Look even more beautiful than I imagined." 

She blushes and fumbles with the buttons on his shirt. "T-Thanks, but you're way more beautiful than me." 

Chris frowns and mentally makes a note to talk to her about that comment later. Right now her pleasure is his priority. He helps her remove his shirt and watches as she marvels at his chest. Her small fingers trace one of his tattoos and it makes him shiver. 

Tentatively, Jessy begins rocking her hips against him. Her lips are parted and every so often a soft moan fills the space between them. "Touch me," she whispers. 

Chris gently flicks the pad of his thumb over her nipple, making it harden under his touch. Jessica throws her head back and grinds down on him harder. "Chris! M-More...please…" He takes one of them in his mouth while he rolls the other between his fingers. Her moans are louder now, his jeans wet with her arousal. 

"God, sweetheart, look at you. You're so pretty, movin' over my cock. That's it, just like that… mmm shit baby… you feel how hard I am? Could cum just watchin' you like this." 

Jessy grabs his hair and pulls to give her more control as she quickens her pace. "Oh, Chris! Feels so good… fuck!  Baby," her voice is a breathy moan as she looks into his eyes, "wanna make y-you feel good too." 

He swipes his thumb along the seam of her lips and can't help the filthy noise he makes when she sucks it into her mouth. "Shit! J-Jessy…oh, sweetheart, trust me, watchin' you make yourself feel good is more than enough for me.” 

She leans down to kiss and lick the skin on his neck and he raises his hips to meet hers. "That feel good, honey? You want me to keep movin' my hips like this?" 

She whines and digs her nails into his biceps. "Yes! Don't stop…please...oh, god!" 

She's dripping wet now, his cock leaking precum as she rocks her hips rapidly. The slight sting of denim against her clit sends jolt after jolt of heat through her body that gathers in her lower abdomen. It starts to simmer, slowly growing hotter by the second.

Chris kisses her, deep and passionate, guiding her hips so her soaked core glides over the head of his cock on every pass. She's ethereal to him. He can't believe this gorgeous woman finds this much pleasure in his body. Out of every woman he's ever been with, Jessica's the only one he's ever felt this strongly for. He isn't in love with her, no, he's not ready for that yet. It's too soon after Amanda, but she just...does something to him that he can't quite explain yet. 

She whimpers and reaches for his right hand, "please…need you...wanna cum…" 

His eyes roll back when she brings his fingers to her clit. "God! Honey, you're fuckin' soaked. I turn you on this much?" He moves his thumb in lazy circles making her legs shake. "C'mon, baby, that's it. You're close. Can hear how wet you are too. So damn pretty, baby." 

Jessy clings to his shoulders and kisses him hard. Her mouth stumbles against his as her whole body begins to shake. "Oh, Chris," she breathes against his lips, "Chris I- oh, my god!" 

He takes her lip between his teeth and bites down gently, "that's right, Jessica. Let go…come all over my cock, sweetheart." 

Chris's words send her falling over the edge, her nails scratching down his arms as she throws her head back and screams his name. He holds her steady and works her through her orgasm making sure to draw it out as long as he can. Jessy grips his wrist and he finally pulls away as she rests her head on his bare shoulder. 

"C-Chris," she half whines, half pants, "felt so good…" 

He kisses her hair and runs his fingertips up and down her back. "Did so good for me, honey." 

Jess pulls back to look down into his lust-blown eyes. It occurs to her that he's still very much hard, and she reaches down to cup him through his pants making him hiss. "Baby…what are you doin'?" 

She giggles and kisses the tip of his nose. "Isn't it obvious? I wanna make you cum too." 

His breathing gets heavier as she continues to stroke his clothed cock. "'M okay, Jessy. Y-You don't ha- fuck - have too." 

She starts a trail of kisses down his chest as she moves to kneel on the floor in front of him. "Oh, but I want to. Wanna taste you." 

She looks up at him with big eyes and he almost cums from that alone. "Please, handsome?" 

Sebastian and Lily approach the hanger and greet their instructor cheerfully. "Hi! I'm Lily and this is my big brother, Sebastian." 

The man smiles and shakes their hands. "We've been expecting you two! I've gotten quite familiar with Sebastian over the past couple of days. I'm Dean Wesson and I'll be your instructor today." 

He points to four other people across the room, "these guys will be assisting you with your jump." Dean points from left to right, those two in the silver and black suits are Sam and Steve Hammond and the ones in the blue and white are Scott Leighton and Tommy King." 

Dean goes over the basics with them. He gets Seb and Lily fitted into their own suits and helmets before bringing them into the gear room. "Okay, so here's a breakdown of all the different parts of your pack. When you're wearing it it'll be pretty snug. On the bottom right underside is the pull for your main shute. You'll reach back behind you to grab it and pull hard to release." Dean points to the left shoulder strap, "this is your reserve shute should your main one fail. The red pull on the right strap is what you'll use if your main shute gets tangled and you have to cut it away. Does that all make sense?" 

The two of them nod and they sign a waiver before getting their packs fitted to their suits. All seven of them head to the plane and buckle themselves in for take off. Ironically, Lily learns that taking off is actually more dangerous than the dive. Once they're in the air, she glances over at Sebastian. He's putting up a front, but she can tell he's scared. 

"Hey," she reaches for his hand and squeezes it, "you good?" 

He gives her a tight-lipped smile and closes his eyes. "Yeah…, I'm good." 

Lily frowns, "Seb, if you don't wanna do this-" 

"It's alright, Lil. I told you I'd make it up to you, and I meant it. Even if I gotta do something that scares me to death. Anything to make my baby sister happy." He grins and pulls her into a side hug. 

"Alright, folks! We're at fifteen hundred feet. Go ahead and remove your seatbelts and do a final check of your gear. Once you've triple checked everything you can put your helmet on." 

After making sure they're all secure, Sam and Steve talk to Sebastian while Tommy and Scott prep Lily for her jump. She decides to go first and moves closer to the door. Once it's open, she waits for the signal. Tommy gives her the thumbs up and she steals a final look at her brother before jumping. 

Scott grabs onto her left shoulder while Tommy takes the right. Because it's impossible to hear them at the speed they're falling, they use hand and arm signals to communicate. Lily has her arms out in front of her, slightly at an angle, with her fingers bent a little. Her knees are also bent and spread out, and it makes her look like one of those flying squirrels. Her head is up and back so she can keep the right velocity. Tommy instructs her to do a couple of practice pulls. She reaches back and barely tugs on the release of her main shute two times and he seems satisfied. 

The ground is getting bigger now, and she briefly wonders if Sebastian is okay. She can't see him, but she hopes he's alright. He's her brother after all. A few minutes later Tommy gives her the go ahead to open her shute and she spreads her arms wide, sticks them in front of her, and reaches back behind her to grab the pull. This time, she tugs on it hard and a moment later she's jerked upwards as her parachute fully expands. 

The view is unbelievable. Trees, roads, fields, and bodies of water, all of it is so small from here. Lily glances up and over her shoulder and smiles when she sees that Sebastian’s shute is also safely open. Her instructors point her left and she angles her body to turn. As the ground becomes closer, she leans back slightly, bending her legs just like she was taught. She touches down safely and rolls a little as her speed catches up to her. Her heart is racing and her whole body tingles with adrenaline. 

Sebastian lands moments later and comes up to sit on his knees once he stops rolling. Lily takes her helmet off and unclips the pack from her suit. "Seb!" She runs towards him and crouches down as he removes his helmet. His eyes are closed and he doesn't look like he feels good. 

Lily crouches down behind him and rubs his back as he gets sick. "Are you okay?" 

He nods, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit. "Y-Yeah… I'm okay." 

She helps him to his feet and begins to fold his shute up for him. "What did you think?" 

He sways a little when he stands, trying not to throw up again. "Was it everything you thought it would be? Did I do well in making it up to you?" 

Lily tucks it back into his pack and smiles wide. "That. Was. AMAZING! God, the rush, the wind in my hair, the view, it was better than I expected!" 

She rolls up her parachute and grabs her gear before taking the short walk back to the main hangar. After they've put everything away and changed back into their normal clothes, they say their 'thank you's' and 'goodbye's' before heading back to Sebastian’s car. 

They climb in and Lily turns to face him, "I can't believe you got sick you dork! It wasn't that bad, was it?" Lily picks fun at him playfully and Sebastian rolls his eyes. 

"Alright, how about we go to the pet store downtown and hold tarantulas next?" 

She shivers and crinkles her nose in disgust, "oh, hell no! That is not happening!" 

Sebastian chuckles and pulls out of the lot onto the main road. "Mmkay, well, I'm gonna stop and get a Sprite since I feel like shit, do you want anything?" 

Lily reconnects her phone to his Bluetooth and clicks on 'Guys my Age' before putting her seatbelt on. "Ooo! Can we get McDonald's cheeseburgers?" 

He nods, "sure. Today's all about you, Lil." 

Seb listens as she sings along to the song and can see that she's scrolling through her camera roll. He doesn't mean to, but in the process of looking to see if any cars are coming at a busy intersection, something catches his eye. It's a text message conversation. He can't make out the words because she's too far away, but he does see a familiar picture of him and Chris that he uploaded to Instagram a week or so ago. 

Lily bites her lip and leans back against the headrest closing her eyes. This song always stirs up her feelings for Chris. Her and Ang are texting about her day and she told her about how she's the fun sibling. Angie didn't believe that all Seb does for fun is spend his Saturday's at Chris’s, so she sent her a recent photo of then from his Insta. She'd saved it to her phone gallery as soon as she saw it. Chris looks so good in it. He's wearing one of his tight t-shirts that leaves little to the imagination and it drives her crazy. The chorus comes on and she sings along with it, her mind picturing bluish-green eyes and a sweet smile. 

Sebastian furrows his brows and glances over at his sister. She's singing and her mind seems far away. A thought crosses his mind, but he shakes it away almost instantly. It was silly anyway. They've been best friends since she was eleven and he'd always thought she'd look to him as another older brother. There's no way Lily has romantic feelings for Chris…right? 

Tom walks back in the dining room and sets a plate down in front of Angie. It's her favorite, an omelette with American cheese, peppers, onions, and some salsa drizzled on top. He's paired it with some bacon and rye toast, and it makes her mouth water. 

"Oh, this looks amazing! How'd you know it was my favorite?" 

Tom laughs and takes a seat across from her. "I didn't. Omelets happen to be my favorite too, darling." 

The two of them eat and play the game where one person asks the other a question and then they switch. "When's your birthday?" Tom asks and looks across the table at her. She points her fork at him and swallows her bite of food. 

"Believe it or not, it's the same day as my favorite holiday. Halloween!" 

His eyes widen, "that's so cool! Mine is February ninth. I was almost a Valentine's Day baby!" 

"Alright, where were you born?" 

He takes a sip of wine, "Westminster, London. I actually have dual citizenship which is good for when I go and visit my family." 

Angie's eyes light up with wonder. "Wow! I've never been out of the country, but I've always wanted to go! I bet London is so pretty! I dreamed of seeing Big Ben and Buckingham Palace in person when I was a little girl." 

"I'll take you, love" 

Ang chokes on her wine making it nearly come out her nose. "I-I'm sorry? You'll what now?" 

Tom reaches across the table and takes her hand in his, rubbing little circles, "I'll take you to London, Ang. I go at least twice a year and I haven't been since March. My mum will be calling me any time now demanding I come back to visit soon." 

She stares at him, her jaw slack, "I… there's no way I can pay for that…" 

He chuckles and shakes his head, "don't be silly. I plan on buying your ticket and everything else while we're there anyway." 

"Tom," she whispers, "…I can't let you spend that much money on me." 

He gets up and walks around the table, crouching down to her level. "Darling, please? I really want to do this." He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her lips, "besides...I can think of ways for you to pay me back. One's that don't involve money." 

He winks and her cheeks flush. "Okay, you can take me to London, BUT only if you promise not to go overboard on the money you spend on me! Promise me." He stands and lifts her up, spinning around in a circle, "I promise, love." 

He kisses her again, only this time with more passion. Angie wraps her legs around his waist while he carries her into his bedroom. It's very clean, a four poster bed, and it smells like him. That's all she gathers of her surroundings because the next second she's against the wall. Tom peppers kisses along her jaw, slowly moving to her neck. Angie moans and tilts her head back to grant him more access. 

"Tom," she whines, "oh, god, please!" 

He nips at the skin below her ear, "please what, love?" His clothed cock is putting delicious pressure on her clit making it hard to think, let alone breathe. "Wanna feel you… y-your - oh, my god - your fingers." 

Tom's left hand tangles in her long, dark locks, while his right slides underneath her shirt. "Well, why didn't you just say so, my darling girl?"

He lifts her red shirt over her head and tosses it somewhere behind him. His eyes darken as they roam her newly exposed skin. "Absolutely stunning…" 

His mouth leaves her skin burning hot wherever it touches and his big hands knead her breasts until her nipples are hardened peaks. "Tom! Need you...please 'm so wet…" 

"Oh, I know you do," he delves his tongue into her mouth and moves it against hers, pulling away only when he needs air. "But I happen to love hearing your sweet voice beg for me, so, what do you think we should do about this?" 

Angie whimpers and moves her hand down to slide up her skirt. Tom catches her wrist before she can touch herself, pinning her arms above her head. "I don't recall giving you permission to do that, love." 

She lets out a frustrated moan, her chest heaving as she gives him a desperate look. "Tom, please! Oh, god...please please touch me! I need it, baby. Wanna cum for you. I'll do anything! Just, please...don't leave me like this!" 

He pulls down her bra and takes one of her hard nipples between his teeth. She cries out and tries to move her hips to gain any sort of friction, but her attempts are unsuccessful. He has her pinned effortlessly, allowing her little to no movement, and it makes her dizzy with want. 

"You want these, darling?" He shows her his hand and smirks. "Want me to fuck you with my fingers until you're begging me to let you cum?" 

She nods rapidly, "Yes! Fuck...please! Need it so bad!" 

Tom is pretty sure he can cum just from watching her like this. All needy and desperate for his touch. She's so fucking beautiful, and even more so with flushed skin and hooded eyes. He can feel how wet she is through his pants and it makes his cock twitch. He moves a hand up her side and cups one of her breasts, squeezing until Angie's eyes flutter shut. He still has her hands pinned with his left, so he slides his right up her inner thigh. His touch is light, barely-there, and he bites his lip when her skin becomes covered in goosebumps. 

The closer he gets to her pussy, the faster she breathes, and when his index and middle fingers brush her wet panties he groans. "God, baby…these are soaked through. You really want my fingers that badly, hm?" 

All she can do is whimper, but he gives in anyway. Tom pushes them to the side and glides his fingers back and forth through her arousal. The noises she's making are his motivation. He knows she's still a virgin and even though he thinks she's wet enough to take two of them, he starts with one. 

Carefully, he pushes his middle finger inside of her and hums low and primal at how tight she is. "Such a good girl, Ang. All warm and snug around me. That feel good, love?" He watches as she shakes her head and licks her lips. "You want more, baby? Think you can take two?" Another nod. "Say it, precious girl. Tell me you want it." 

Angie is certain that she will die if Tom doesn't make her cum in the next five minutes. At this point she'd walk a tight rope over the Grand Canyon for this man to fuck her. "I w-want it, Tom! Fuck...I can't...I need… shit, baby...please!" 

He lets out a breathy laugh and slides his index finger through her folds a few times before pushing it in beside his other digit. 

"Oh, my god! Oh, feels so good!" 

He slowly starts to move them in and out, the sound of her wetness filling his room. "Mmm, yeah, baby? I'm glad it feels good. I can't wait to see how pretty you look when you come undone in my arms. You'll be nothing short of breathtaking, I'm sure." 

He goes a bit faster and curls them slightly, searching for the spot he knows will drive her wild. Tom knows he finds it when she suddenly cries out, her juices beginning to drip down his hand. 

"There it is, love. You sound so fucking pretty when you moan my name...makes me wanna cum just watching you like this, Ang." He pumps his fingers faster and pulls her into a kiss. Her body's shaking as she whimpers into his mouth. "Are you close, darling? I want you to cum, baby. C'mon, be my good girl and cum for me." 

Angie has never felt pleasure like this in her life. She's touched herself before, but it's never felt like this. Hell, she didn't even know that spot existed until his thick fingers began rubbing it. Now that she knows it's there and how fucking good Tom is, she's addicted. She can feel her walls begin to clench and when his thumb moves over her clit she loses it. 

"Tom! Tom! Oh, fuck, TOM! I… I… g-gonna cu-OH, FUCK!" 

She throws her head back and cries out his name over and over like a mantra, her cum thoroughly soaking his hand. Her legs are shaking so hard that she'd have collapsed if he wasn't holding her up. Once she can think somewhat straight again, she opens her eyes and bites her lip as she watches Tom put his fingers in his mouth. 

"Holy shit…" 

It's all she can say, but he seems to understand. 

"Sweetheart, you look a little restricted there." Angie gestures to his pants and bites her lip. "How about I get on my knees again, but this time you make yourself cum...while I watch…" 

Tom almost does from her words alone. He watches as she kneels in front of again, looking at him with those innocent brown eyes. 

"'M not gonna last long, love. Not with you looking up at me like that." 

He takes himself out of his slacks and puts his left hand on the wall, slowly starting to pump himself with the right. "Shit…you look so sexy when you cum, baby. Love the sounds you made while I fucked that sweet pussy - mmm, fuck - with my fingers. 

Angie drags her nails down his thighs and watches his mouth drop open. Tom's hand moves faster, twisting slightly when he slides over the flared head. She wants to taste him again, the salty, bitter tang of him becoming something she knows she'll crave. 

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me taste you again." 

Tom growls and grabs a fistful of her hair. "Open." 

Angie obeys immediately and a second or two later he throws his head back, her name falling from his lips as he spills into her mouth. 

She makes sure not to miss a drop, closing  her lips around the tip of his cock until he's too sensitive to handle it anymore. He's hunched over still, sweaty and panting, and Angie can't believe how sexy he looks like this. She rises to her feet and kisses him deeply. 

"Did so well for me, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." 

Tom lets out a shaky breath and opens his eyes. "You're gonna be the death of me, love," He smiles lazily.

Since he's already partially undressed, Tom strips completely and throws on a t-shirt and sweats. "I don't know how long you plan to stay darling, but you can borrow some comfortable clothes if you want." 

Angie goes on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, "actually…Jessy and I kind of already have things covered." 

He rests his hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?" 

She grins innocently, "well, see, Jessy also had a date tonight. Her and Chris are probably gettin' nasty just like we were, but anywho, she and I already told our parents that we were staying at the other's house." 

Tom laughs and shakes his head. "You two are something else. Alright then, I'll let you pick out something to wear, and I'll make some popcorn for us to eat while we watch a movie."

Chris is about to lose his mind from the way Jessy's begging to go down on him. Her brilliant hazel eyes stare up at him as he swallows. "Okay, sweetheart. Let me take these off." 

She scoots back and waits patiently while he takes his pants and boxers off, tossing them on the nearby chair carelessly. 

Jessy tugs on his hand until he gets down on the floor with her. Dodger has moved to Chris’s bed so they have more room to spread out. 

"Honey, why are we on the floor?" 

"'Cause I want you to lay down. I wanna be able to touch all of you." She gently pushes him until he's laying on his back. His left hand cradles her cheek as her petite body hovers over his.

"Jessica…you know you're beautiful, right?" Chris brushes her hair back gingerly and admires her lovingly. 

She casts her eyes down to his chest and draws little shapes with her fingertips. "Sweetheart, look at me." 

She hesitates, and when she does, her eyes pool with tears. "I...I've never once felt like I was even remotely pretty. Every time I look at myself in the mirror I...I feel dirty." She blinks back tears and tries to sit up, but Chris’s grip is to strong. "I-I can't...I can't wash it off." 

His heart constricts painfully at how broken she sounds. "What can't you wash off, baby?" 

She lets out a choked sob, "h-him...all the times he… when he… I-I can't make it go away…" 

Chris pulls her to his chest and turns them so she's laying on her side. "Shh. I've got you, sweet girl. He can't hurt you anymore. I won't let him. Not ever. You believe me, right?" 

Her lip quivers and she inhales sharply. "Yes, but I don't understand why you even want me…," she closes her eyes and buries her head in the crook of his neck. 

Chris holds her while she softly cries and pets her hair. "Jessy, why on Earth would you think such a thing? Why wouldn't I want you?" 

"I'm tainted…" 

Her voice is so small, almost inaudible. He wouldn't have even heard her if she wasn't this close to him. The moment the words leave her mouth he feels his heart break. He gently rolls her onto her back and props himself up on his arm. 

"Oh, honey, no. Don't you dare think that way. Look at me, baby. I need you to look at me when I tell you this." 

Jessy opens her eyes reluctantly and wipes the mascara off her cheeks. 

"Jessica, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." 

She shakes her head no, and he frowns. "Yes. You. Are," he enunciates every word and kisses her lips gently. "The moment I laid my eyes on you at the park my whole world stopped. I had no idea anyone could be so damn pretty. I've been on this planet for forty years, and I've had my fair share of relationships. Hell, I'm a widower, baby."

Jessy's eyes snap up to his and her tiny hand caresses his cheek. "Chris…" 

He silences her with another kiss. "I'm okay, sweetheart. She was sick, and as much as I wished she could stay, I didn't want her to suffer anymore." He kisses her forehead before continuing. "I'm telling you all of this because out of everyone I've ever been with, you are the only woman who's ever made me truly believe angels exist. I don't care how long it takes, but I will spend every day showing you just how beautiful you are...well, for as long as you'll let me anyway. I'll try my hardest to never hurt you."

Jessy gives him a tearful smile and kisses him hard. "Thank you." 

"You don't have to thank me for being honest, honey. Now, I know you were dead set on continuing our little escapade, but I'm pretty tired. Can you sleep over? I don't wanna let you go just yet." 

She nods and giggles, "yeah, about that, Angie and I kind of told a white lie." 

He tilts his head in confusion, "what did you girls do this time?" 

She rubs his chest and plays with the hair being mindful not to pull it. "We told our parents that we were staying at each other's houses since we both had dates tonight. She's probably suckin' face with Tom right now," she lets out a laugh and smiles up at him. 

Chris beams at her, "there's my favorite smile. Well, I'm glad Tom's gettin' some too. I swear, that man's been single the entire time I've known him." He stands and scoops her up into his arms. "Ahh! Chris! I can walk, ya know." 

"I know," he winks, "I just decided I'd rather carry you." Dodger lifts his head and shakes it back and forth, his tail wagging happily. "Hey, buddy, we gotta share the bed tonight, okay? Jessy is sleepin' over and you're gonna have to let her sleep in the middle. He yawns and curls up at the foot of the bed. "Good boy, Dodge." 

Chris lays Jessy down and climbs under the covers beside her, pulling her into his arms again. "I had a wonderful evening and I'm excited to spend the day with you tomorrow," he whispers and kisses her lips softly. 

"Me too," she snuggles closer and lays her head on his chest, his heartbeat thumping rhythmically against her temple. It only takes a few minutes before he hears her breathing even out, and he holds her a little tighter before closing his own eyes. 

"Goodnight, sweet girl."

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Just One Night—Chapter Eleven

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

Angst, fluff, dad!seb, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of health issues.

Notes

There is a bit of (okay… a BIG) time jump but you’ll understand why as you read.

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February 25, 2021

The holidays had ended all too soon, leaving the post-holidays blue set in.

Sebastian left for LA on January third, after they spent an uneventful, quiet New Year’s Eve with just the three of them. He’d been so reluctant to go, if fact, (Y/N) had been the one to pack his suitcases while he’d sat perched on the edge of his bed, wearing a pout that nearly gave Theo’s a run for his money. She’d ignored it, obviously, despite the ache that bloomed in her chest and only seemed to grow each day he was away.

She’d read through the script before he’d left, it was far too good of an opportunity for him to miss and she’d been dammed if she’d let him.

As for (Y/N), well, she went back to work. There was something about the ending of the Holidays that always had the Emergency Room hard-pressed. It never seemed to end. Especially when Valentine’s Day rolled around, then all the crazed and heartbroken turned up complaining of phantom chest pain or admitted for alcohol poisoning.

She’d figured it’d definitely slow down after that but it never did, and she wondered if it ever would. At this point she stayed after more often than not, pulling fourteen to sixteen hour days only to return the following morning at her usual time. Gone were the days she worked three twelves a week, now working five instead.

She was beyond exhausted.

Poor Georgeta, who had stepped up to watch Theo while she worked, ended up staying over in her guest room more often than not. The woman never complained, more than happy and willing at the prospect of spending time with her grandson. Even though, (Y/N) never really had a choice, she still felt bad when she had to make that call to inform the older woman that she wouldn’t be making it home by seven.

Not to mention the lack of time she’d recently spent with Theo. She knew how upsetting it was for him, she was gone before he woke and asleep by the time she returned. He’d struggled to deal with his father’s absence but to have his mom barely around too, it was all too much for the almost three year old.

Things weren’t going great for (Y/N). And to top it all off, her body couldn’t keep up with it all.

At the beginning of February she’d acquired a bit of a bug that she couldn’t quite seem to shake. It started with what seemed to be a small head cold—headaches, extreme fatigue, nausea, and dizziness.

And it seemed to only grow worse as time went on.

Her dizziness had turned into full on fainting spells (though she kept it to herself so as to not alarm anyone) and nausea to vomiting. She couldn’t recall a single day in the past three weeks that didn’t consist of her stopping to upchuck her breakfast on the way to work or sprinting to the employee bathroom between patients to throw up her lunch.

But still she shook it off, blaming exhaustion, a bad meal, or allergies.

All she needed was a few days off, some snuggles with her son and very loving boyfriend, who was set to return in just a few weeks. Just in time for Theo’s birthday.

She hadn’t spoken with him much lately and it had her missing him like crazy. Their schedules seemed to overlap these days. At the beginning, she talked to him any chance she got. They’d text continuously throughout the day, she’d call him on her way home from work, he’d FaceTime to say goodnight to Theo, and would stay on the phone until she went to bed herself. Sometimes she’d wake to him still on the line, having fallen asleep himself before he got the chance to hang up. But with filming wrapping, they had him working extra long days too. They were scrambling to finish up and do the necessary reshoots before his costar was due to film another movie mid march.

He called when he got the chance and she answered when she could. More often than not she’d check her phone to see some sweet, heartfelt message wishing her a good morning or goodnight. But it still wasn’t enough.

She needed him right now more than ever, though she’d never tell him.

If she called him right now and begged him to come home or merely mentioned how sick and tired she’d felt lately, he would drop everything and hop on the next redline in a heartbeat. She couldn’t ask of him that—she wouldn’t.

Everything would be fine. He’d be home soon and once again all would be right in the world.

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“Are you alright?” Leslie asked, eyeing (Y/N) from where she was leaning back in her chair at the nurses station. “You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine.” She swallowed hard before taking a deep breath in through her mouth and out through her nose. She definitely wasn’t alright. The smell of Leslie’s tuna sandwich had her stomach rolling and she was about three seconds from hurling in the trash can beneath her desk.

“Really?” The redhead narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, “Because you look like you're about to hurl all over your lap right now. Does the smell of my sandwich bother you?”

“No.” She mumbled, gaze trained on the computer before her and lips pressed in a straight line. If she could just focus on charting, not think about it, and continue to breathe through her mouth, she’d be fine. She’d eaten all that she’d packed and she still had five hours of her shift, she really didn’t need to lose it now. It would only leave her feeling absolutely starved a half hour later. Happened every time.

“Are you sure?” Leslie taunted, sliding her chair closer, the stupid sandwhich still in her hand. “It never bothered you before and you had the same reaction when I brought it last Monday.”

“I’m-” The moment she went to respond, the smell hit her tenfold. She’d barely managed to make it to the trash can, upchucking the entirety of her lunch. Leslie was quick to act, kneeling beside her to hold her two braids back.

“Atta girl.” Leslie cooed, patting her back, which caused the smallest smile to crack across her face before she was heaving and gagging again. “Let it all out.”

(Y/N) coughed a few more times before moving to sit against a filing cabinet. The older woman offered her some water and a tissue, to which she eagerly accepted, rinsing her mouth of the foul taste and wiping the remnants of any vomit that may be residing on her lips.

“Got something to share?” Leslie asked, raising an expectant brow at her.

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” She scoffed, “Don’t think I haven’t seen you running off to toss your cookies for the past three weeks and suddenly after months, you're turning green at the smell of my tuna sandwich. That boyfriend of yours knock you up already?”

“I’m just tired.” (Y/N) replied all too quickly. As if the idea of being pregnant was simply impossible or just outright ludicrous. “Or allergies. The weather is changing.”

“Allergies?” Leslie shook her head, looking at her as if she’d grown another limb or something.

“Yes.” (Y/N) nodded, shrugging half heartedly, “Allergies. I get really bad sinus drainage this time of year. It upsets my stomach.”

She rose to her feet, still feeling a little shaky and unsteady from how violently she’d heaved. Pointedly ignoring the look the other woman was giving her, she tied off the trash bag, running to toss it in the soiled utilities room before returning to her desk as if nothing happened.

“What?” The (Y/H/C) signed when Leslie failed to stifle a laugh.

“Oh, nothing, honey.” She chuckled, biting down on her lip to hide a smile. “You just got a serious case of denial, that’s all.”

(Y/N) ignored her. Just like she’d been ignoring everything else for the past six weeks. She wouldn’t dare consider it for even a second. If she did, it might make this a little too real and then it’d probably be a problem.

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(Y/N) ended up getting out of work early. She had no doubt that Leslie had tipped the head nurse, Natalie, off about her little episode earlier in the afternoon. When things slowed down about an hour and half later, she’d approached her, ordering her to go home, instead of asking if she wanted to.

(Y/N) attempted to call Sebastian when she’d reached her car but it went straight to voicemail. She found it a little odd, as he never turned off his phone, but didn’t dwell on it. She was far too excited to get home, change into comfy clothes, and snuggle her baby.

Upon arrival, she was displeased to find the elevator out of service, leaving her no choice but to take the stairs. Her movements were sluggish and she was far more winded than she normally was when she reached her floor.

For a split second, she debated asking Georgeta to stay so she could take a quick power nap but decided against it, in favor of going straight to bed after Theo went down. Maybe she’d even let him sleep with her tonight. She could really go for some snuggles and he always slept in when he slept with her.

One of Georgeta’s Romanian tunes could be heard from the hallway, which meant she was cooking. An image of the older woman dancing around the kitchen with Theo on her hip as she sung softly, made a smile break across her face. It’d been awhile since she came home to that, she had missed it.

Unlocking the door she was immediately greeted with an excited Bucky, who jumped right up on his hind legs, pressing his paws to her chest to lick at her face. His tail was wagging a mile a minute as he let out happy, little whines.

He’d been very clingy lately, whining and crying when she left, and following her everywhere she went when home. He’d even started sleeping in her bed again, curled protectively against her body. She didn’t know whether it was because Sebastain was away or because she hasn’t been home as much lately.

“Hi. Hi.” She cooed, dropping her stuff before kneeling down to give the pup some much needed love and affection. He wiggled his body against her hands, excited and far too eager to feel her touch as she ran her fingers through his thick fur.

Desperate to see her people, she made her way further into the house, heading straight to the kitchen, where she was surprised to find only Georgeta. And as predicted, she was swaying in front of the stove.

“Hi.”

The woman whipped around at the sound of her voice, her entire face lighting up when she caught sight of the younger woman setting her lunch bag on the counter.

“Dragul meu.” She cooed, scurrying around the island to pull the woman into a hug. “You’re home early! How was work?”

“Work was fine.” She smiled, drawing back, she grabbed her bag, emptying the contents left over from her lunch. “Today was slow for once!” She shocked her head, rolling her eyes playfully, “Which is good because I’m dead on my feet.”

Georgeta returned to her stirring at the stove, listening intently as (Y/N) chatted about her day, and stealing glances as she moved around the kitchen placing her used Tupperware in the dishwasher and snagging a banana from the fruit bowl.

Truthfully, she’d been worried about the younger woman. Although she didn’t comment on it, she’d noticed a change in her weight and had overheard her vomiting a few times before work. Not to mention, how exhausted she seemed to be. Even when they spent time together on her days off, she seemed drained—movements sluggish and a lack of concentration and focus.

She didn’t bring it up to (Y/N), but she sure as hell mentioned it to Sebastain. That woman was as stubborn as they come and if anyone was going to get through to her, it would be her son.

“You work to hard.” Georgeta commented, waving her spoon at (Y/N) in a pointed manner. “You need to rest. You’ll burn yourself out.”

“I know.” She sighed, scrubbing her hand down her face. “Tell that to my work. Sometimes I don’t even think they realize how many hours they have me at. My overtime is through the roof.”

It was only then she realized just how quiet the apartment was. Far too quiet to be containing a certain two year old. “Wait.” She paused, placing her glass of water back on the counter, “Where’s Theo?”

“Right here.” A familiar voice called. One that she hadn’t heard in person for almost two months.

She spun around so fast, she nearly felt dizzy.

And there Sebastian was, looking as handsome as ever in a pair of gray joggers and tight white t-shirt with their son in his arms.

“Oh my god.” She whispered, her legs were already moving before her mind had time to process. She let out a choked sob as she collapsed into his side, mindful of Theo as she buried her face in his chest. “You’re here.” She cried, tears flowing so fast, she could already feel it soaking through his shirt.

“Hey.” He whispered, his mother appeared at his side, taking Theo from his arms so he could console her. “Yeah, baby. I’m here.” He wrapped her up tightly to his chest, rocking her back forth in his embrace while pressing soft kisses to her head. “I missed you.”

“I missed you.” She mumbled, clinging to him as if he’d disappear at any given moment. It felt like it honestly, for all she knew this could be just another good dream and she’d wake up alone in her bed. “How—how are you here?”

“We wrapped early.” He rubbed his hands soothingly along her back, attempting to console her. “I hopped on the first plane once I shot my last scene.” He didn't mention that his mother had called him a few days prior, voicing a few of her concerns that left him absolutely reeling with worry.

He may or may not have pushed and begged to finish his scenes immediately so that he could return home early. But she didn’t need to know that.

Sebastian pulled back, cupping her face with both hands, he tilted her head up, and kissed her for the first time in almost two months. It was short and sweet due to the other two onlookers but it was enough to get her heart racing in her chest and a warmth that’d been missing to spread across her chest and seep into her bones.

He was home. Nothing else mattered now. Everything would be alright.

“How are you, sweetheart?” He whispered, nudging his nose tenderly against hers. She looked so tired it caused his heart to ache in his chest. If he thought that time a few months ago was bad, it was nothing compared to now. She looked so frail, weak.

She was pale, lacking a natural flush to her cheeks, the bags under her eyes were prominent and deep compared to when he’d seen her last, and she felt thinner in his hold. Something was off and he doubted it was just from lack of sleep.

“I’m okay. I really missed you.” She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “And how are you? How was your flight?”

He looked the same. Same handsome smile, same fluffy hair and full beard.

He’d returned to her just as he was. She loved it. It was like he’d never actually left in the first place.

“I’m better now that I’m with you, my pretty girl.” He leaned down to peck her lips, thumb brushing tenderly along her tear stained cheeks. “My flight was good though. Even though it seems to take forever. I think I was just eager to get home to my family.”

She blushed at that, a bashful smile playing at the corner of her lips. “We’re happy to have you here. You’re not allowed to leave ever again. Just so you know.”

He chuckled, “Wasn’t planning on it, sweet girl, at least not for a little while…Now,” His face was quick to turn stern and serious. “I heard you’ve been overworking yourself so go change and take a little nap before dinner.”

“I love you, ya know that?”

“I do.” He nodded, signature smirk drawn across his sharp features, “And I hope you know, I love you more.” He stole another quick kiss, “Now, off you go.” Giving her bottom a subtle pat, he shooed her off.

“Jeez. So bossy.” She shot him a wink and smirk before strolling to give Theo some love.

After smooching the tot in a tight hug and smothering his faces with smooches, she wandered off in the direction of the bedroom. Leaving Sebastian to talk with his mother while Theo fiddled with a few new trucks and cars his father had brought him in his little pop up tent.

“You’re right.” Sebastian sighed, plopping down in a seat at the island. He scrubbed his hands down his face and scratched the coarse hair along his jaw. “She doesn’t look healthy. Something is off.”

“I told you, fiul meu.” She appeared behind him, massaging her hands along his shoulders in attempts to relieve some of the tension. “I am worried.”

“And you said you’ve heard her throwing up a few times?” He asked, biting down hard on his lip. “You don’t think… you don’t think she’s making herself throw up?”

“No. No.” She slipped into the seat beside him, taking her hands in his. “No. She’s very tired. They are overworking her, yes, but this is different. She’s emotional and a little bit moody. When she isn’t sick, her appetite is big.” She took a deep breath, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she searched his concern filled eyes. “I think this is something else entirely.”

Sebastian opened his mouth to ask what she meant but there was a loud thump from across the apartment. He was quick to his feet, worry and fear rising within and causing his chest to tighten. He raced down the hall, Georgeta hot on his heels, in the direction of (Y/N)’s bedroom.

Pushing open the door, he is met with an empty room. “(Y/N/N)?” He called, knocking softly on the closed bathroom door, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, “You alright in there? It sounded like something fell.”

When he received no response, he didn’t hesitate to push it open, only to be met with some sort of resistance, like something was in the way. There was just enough room for him to slip through the crack and he was met with the sight of her passed out on the floor.

He swore his heart dropped into his stomach.

“Oh my God. Fuck.” He dropped to his knees, cradling her head in his large hands, “Hey, baby. Wake up—Mama, call 911–(Y/N), come on, sweetheart, wake up.”

Georgeta scurried off in search of her phone, leaving him to stay with her.

Two fingers found her carotid artery on her neck and he was relieved that she still had a pulse.

“(Y/N)! Please, come on, baby.” He called, brushing his fingers through her tousled hair once he’d positioned her head in his lap. “Wake up.”

He couldn’t help but cry of relief when she groaned softly, eyes fluttering across her pale cheeks.

“Atta girl.” He whispered, voice cracking as few tears slipped down his cheeks. “Open your eyes. Let me see those pretty (Y/E/C) eyes.”

“’m fine.” She croaked groggily, coming back to it. “Oh, hey! Nope.” He scolded, pushing her gently back when she attempted to sit up. “Stay put. The medics are on their way.”

“Don’t needa go to hospital.” She attempted to argue, even as she still struggled to keep her eyes open, her head lolling side to side. “‘M fine, jus lil tired.”

“My god, you stubborn woman.” Sebastain chuckled, tossing his head back with a soft shake. “Humor me, please. I just fucking found you passed on the bathroom floor. You just about gave me a heart attack, sent me to my grave early.”

She opened her mouth to respond but he cut her off, “And don’t even act like you haven’t been feeling good for the past few weeks.”

He desperately wanted to ask her why she didn’t mention it to him, but now was not the time.

“Sorry.” She whispered sleepily, reaching for his free hand.

“What are you sorry for, baby? Hmm?” He intertwined his fingers with hers as his other hand remained as it was, brushing soothingly through her hair. “You got nothing to be sorry for.”

“Sorry I scared you.” She breathed out a soft sigh at the nice feeling of his ministrations, relaxing further into his lap as she fought off sleep. “Sorry didn’t tell bout feelin bad… didn’t wanna make ya worry.”

“I’m always gonna worry about you, (Y/N). I love you.” He lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. “It’s what comes with loving someone. I worry because I care.”

“Worry bout you too.” She smiled tiredly up at him, eyes heavily lidded, chest rising and falling steadily. “Cause I love you a lot too.”

“I know, pretty girl.”

The paramedics arrived a few minutes later, they were quick to get her hooked up to various machines and ask her a few questions. Sebastian wasn’t sure what the big box thing and all the wires did, but he trusted them to do their job. He remained quiet as he sat beside her on the floor, continuing to hold her hand and comb through her (Y/H/C) locks, as he took it all in.

Once they were sure she was stable, they moved her to the gurney though she’d whined and protested like there was no tomorrow, claiming profusely that she didn’t need to go to the hospital and that she was fine.

God, she really was going to send him to the grave early. He swore he could physically feel gray hairs growing in.

Sebastian went with her, plopping himself down beside her to hold her hand, play with her hair, brush his thumb across her cheek, and whisper sweet nothing in her ear. Anything to let her know he was there, while she dozed, all cuddled up and strapped into the stretcher.

Georgeta would stay home with Theo until further notice, neither of them wanting to wrangle a hangry, tired two year old while sitting for hours to wait for test results. Besides, it wasn’t anything he should see right now, far too young to understand what was happening to his momma. It would only upset him to see her like that.

Upon arriving at the hospital, he for the first time in his life, pulled out the celeb card, and requested (Y/N) be placed in a private room, away from prying eyes and the chaos of the emergency room. But he didn’t really need to because one of her coworkers was quick to recognize her.

“(Y/N), what the hell?” A redhead hissed, leaning over the gurney once the medics had rolled her into a room. “What happened now?”

“Hi, Leslie.” (Y/N) smiled lazily, eyes droopy and glazed. “This my boyfriend, Sebastian. Seb this work bestie, Leslie.”

“Hi, I’ve heard a lot about you.” She grinned, slipping on a pair of gloves, “What trouble she get in now?”

“Nothing, I’m-”

“She fainted.” He interjected, “Passed out right on the bathroom floor.”

“Ah.” Leslie sighed, preparing an IV. “And yet here she is trying to tell me she’s fine.” She shook her head, tsking softly, “I’m starting you on fluids, Miss Queen of Denial. Did you tell Sebastian here about your little mishap earlier?”

“Nope.” Sebastain pulled a seat up beside her bed, taking her free hand between his own. “She did not. What happened?”

“Couldn’t keep her lunch down, threw it up right in the nurses station at the smell of my sandwhich.”

“Huh.” Sebastian sighed, sitting back in his seat. He was completely stumped. He didn’t have the best knowledge on this kind of stuff but he was lost over what could possibly be wrong with her. She was healthy, completely fine when he’d left her two months ago. “Should we be worried? She’s not like…” He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “She’s not seriously ill or anything, right?”

Leslie laughed, and somehow it seemed to ease the ache in his chest and tension in shoulders. If she wasn’t worried, he didn’t need to be either.

“Oh no, honey. She’s fine. I’m almost postive I know exactly what this is but I’ll let the doctor run some tests first.” She finished connecting the IV, hanging it up on the pole beside her before removing her gloves. “Listen, I’m sorry (Y/N) but Ben is the only doctor available right now.”

Sebastian perked up in his seat as (Y/N) whined in protest.

“I know, babe.” Leslie frowned, placing her hand over hers and giving a little squeeze, “But your boyfriends here with you. Maybe Sebastian can freak him out a little, go all alpha make on his pervy ass.” She shrugged, shooting him a glance, “Maybe it'll be enough to get him off your case for good.”

“Yeah, baby.” Sebastian agreed, “One wrong move and I’ll rough him up a bit. He won’t bother you when I’m here. I just want you looked at as soon as possible.” He brought her hand up, pressing a kiss to her lithe fingers, “Just need to make sure you’re okay.”

Once she’d agreed, Leslie was out the door, returning with a bald man, who looked to be around 5’9. Sebastian had to bite back a laugh.

This man really thought he stood a chance with his girl.

The man swooped confidently into the room, completely ignoring his presence. “Oh, (Y/N), what a pleasant surprise!” He grinned, reaching down to pat her hand, and letting it linger a bit too long for Sebastian’s liking. “What seems to be the problem today?”

Sebastian rose confidently from his seat, chest puffed out slightly, “Hi, I’m her boyfriend, Sebastian.” He reached his hand across the bed, holding it out for Ben to shake.

“Oh.” The man's eyes widened, hesitantly placing his hand in his. Sebastian just couldn't help himself, gripping his much smaller hand tightly and giving it a firm shake. He found great pleasure in the way Ben winced, drawing back his hand with a little shake, flexing and stretching his fingers. “Oh, shit. You-you’re Sebastian Stan.”

“Yeah, yeah I am.” He chuckled slowly, “So I’d really appreciate it if you took good care of my girl. She’s not feeling too good and I want you to find out what’s wrong with her and fix it.”

“Right, of course.” He stuttered out, eyes darting rapidly, looking anywhere and everywhere to avoid meeting Sebastian’s hardened gaze. “I just have a few questions and then we’ll run some tests.”

Leslie giggled quietly from behind the doctor, shooting Sebastian a subtle thumbs up and a wink which he couldn’t help but crack the smallest smirk over. Ben got right down to business, asking numerous questions about the symptoms she was experiencing, when they started, about her lifestyle—eating habits, sleeping habits, last menstrual cycle.

Sebastian had to bite his lip to keep from laughing when the man blushed bright red and stuttered through asking if she was sexually active. To which the Romanian man had proudly, smugly answered that she definitely was.

He was having far too much fun making this dude uncomfortable. He didn’t feel bad, not when he’d spent more time making his girl feel the same. He was pretty confident he’d be leaving (Y/N) the hell alone from here on out.

Before leaving, he’d ordered some tests, promising profusely that he’d place them under a rushed order.

Leslie and Sebastain shared a good laugh after he practically flew from the room, slamming the door behind him.

She was quick to gather supplies to draw some blood from (Y/N) who had fallen asleep the second Ben had finished his interrogation, unintentionally leaving him to ask the necessary questions or voice any concerns.

“So,” Sebastian began, crossing his arms over his check, “You said you had a pretty good idea of what’s going on with her…”

“I do.” Leslie smiled, capping one vial before moving to fill another.

“What do you think?” He asked, biting down at his lip as he watched closely as she worked.

“Honest truth?” He nodded, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I think she’s pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” His heart skipped a beat in his chest. He whispered the word a few times, tasting on his tongue. He was slow to process the concept, a million thoughts racing through his mind and he couldn’t seem to latch onto just one. He swallowed hard, “Really?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, drawing the needle back and discarding it before wiping away a drop of blood that slipped down her arm and placing a bandage over it. “Extreme fatigue, nausea and vomiting, dizziness and fainting, food aversions. I know you’ve been away so you haven’t seen her but god she looked like she’s been through a war lately.” She shook her head, placing the vials in a little box before slipping off her gloves. “She tried to hide her symptoms from me, she really did, but she was tossing her cookies between patients, and couldn't really seem to keep anything down— hence the weight loss. I can’t even count on both hands how many times I caught her dozing off while charting in the past three weeks. And then today’s fainting spell.” She gazed down at the sleeping woman, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “The other day she complained about her breast hurting too. Another sign.”

“She’s in denial.” Leslie straightened up, narrowing her brown eyes at Sebastian. “I think she’s scared. She’s been claiming it’s allergies or she’s just tired.”

“Why would she be scared?” He wondered aloud, dropping back in his seat, he scratched the hair along his cheeks and jaw.

“Maybe she’s scared of how you’d react. You know how she is, doesn’t like to burden anyone, Miss independent and all.” She sighed softly, “She went through her pregnancy with Theo on her own and maybe she has some underlying fears about going through that again. She mentioned once that it was a tough pregnancy.”

“I wouldn’t.” He cleared his throat, shifting in his chair so he could take her cold hand between his. “I wouldn’t leave. She won’t be alone ever again.”

“Well, I’m relieved to hear you say that because then I’d have to kick your ass.” She teased, a playful smirk on her lips. “Would that be something you wanted?

Sebastian wasn't very sure about a lot of things. He was indecisive more often than not. It always took him longer than it should to pick what he wanted to eat for breakfast or decide what role he wanted to try to score next nor did he have any idea of where he wanted to be in five year.

But he was sure about (Y/N).

There was no picking or choosing or deciding with her. She was never just an option to him. In his eyes it was a given that she’d be there.

When he couldn’t decide what he wanted one morning, she’d already be there cooking something in the kitchen. Or if he was overwhelmed by the piles upon piles of scripts sitting on his desk at home, she’d waltz right up, plop herself down his lap to read through them with him, effortlessly picking and choosing her favorites with a thoroughly thought out argument as to why the role would be perfect for him. And as for where he saw himself in five years, that was all too easy, right by her side.

So if she were pregnant, which could very well be true with the amount of unprotected sex they’d had before his departure to LA, it wouldn’t ever be a deciding factor as to whether he’d stay or go. She was stuck with him.

Whether she liked it or not, he belonged to her.

And maybe deep down a part of him wanted this. After all, he was very much aware of how babies were made but that didn’t seem to stop him from cumming inside her every chance he got.

The thought of Theo having a little brother or sister didn’t sound all that bad.

In fact, the idea of seeing (Y/N) grow all round and swollen as she nurtured and carried his baby, made his heart swell in his chest. To actually be there this time around to witness all those first he’d missed out on with Theo. That first cry he or she made as they entered this world. To hear them babble their very first words or take their very first step. To cradle them and rock them tightly to his chest on those sleepless nights and maybe even change a few diapers.

Yeah, maybe the timing wasn’t the best. He was due to film Captain America 4 in just a few months but he hadn’t accepted any project after that and he could take some time off to be there. He could make it work—would make it work.

And he’d do it all with (Y/N).

With her by his side, together they could do anything. Including having another baby.

“Yeah.” He nodded, a smile cracking across her face. “Yeah, that’s something I would want.”

Seemingly pleased with his answer, Leslie left to get those tests going, leaving Sebastain to watch over (Y/N) as she slept, completely oblivious and unaware of the thoughts swirling around in his head.

Visions of snuggling a little baby to his bare chest, picturing his pretty girl in a rocking chair, singing softly as she breastfed their baby, and imagining Theo blue eyes all wide with wonder as he held his sibling for the very first time.

Soon enough, he was shaking (Y/N) awake when Ben stepped into the room, results held in hand. He moved to sit beside her on the bed, wanting to hold her close as the doctor broke the news.

The need to let her know he was there and wouldn’t be going anywhere, despite her worries and concerns, was almost overwhelming.

“Well, the results are in.” Ben started, looking a little too solemn. “And it looks like you’re pregnant. Congratulations.”

Tag list: @shellbilee @white-wolf-buckaroo @runawayolives @missusbarnes-rogers-laufeyson

[musette22]

Not Sebastian’s mom and her neighbor telling him that he looked atrocious in the pink outfit at the MET 😂😂😂😂

Georgeta giving it to him straight 😂 It is kind of funny thay Seb seems to be like "I hear you and I love you and I will still do what I want" lmao, he is a good son but he is also a contrary punk sometimes :p Ah, it's all just superficial stuff anyway, you know they agree on everything that matters ❤️🥰

[notafunkiller]

https://x.com/not_a_funkiller/status/1838997166213226655?t=7imYY2kzi7GFSGcZ0utTzQ&s=19

1. THE WAY HE ACTS WITH HIS FACE IS SO AMAZING

2. The way he went quickly: no fillers

3. Please, that's such a mother thing to do and say! I love ittt

His acting is top!!! The way he says everything with his eyes... insane!

Also, I showed my mom the part where he talked about his mom -> she laughed and approved🤣

When Sebastian went: mom! I lost it🤣

"Don't get upset" - she was so mocking him. It's a love language.

Doamna Georgeta is a queen! She is very funny!

I saw some people took it literally, I guess they just don't get our family bond and our humor....

Doamna = Mrs./the lady in Romanian

[marie-hoe]

Evanstan, HC. It’s your birthday, and both boys are out in LA filming, and since you have a job, you can't be in LA. They send you flowers (roses and then your favorite flowers), and both their moms come over and drop off the presents the boys gave you and cook you dinner. If you couldn't have your boys with you, at least, you had their mons.

Sons did Good

Poly!Evanstan x Reader; Chris Evans x Reader x Sebastian Stan 

Words: 534

Requested: yuh

Warnings: Mothers(?)

Masterlist

"Love you, love bug, I'm sorry that we're working on your birthday," you give them a soft smile, understanding it wasn't their choice to be away from you on your day. "We love you, doll, we gotta go," Sebastian added before they both murmured, "happy birthday," with big smiles on their faces. 

You sighed. It wasn't often that you were ever truly alone since you and your boys started dating. Typically, if Sebastian was filming, Chris was at home or if Chris was filming, Sebastian would be home; however, here you sat, totally alone with Dodger for your birthday. 

"Well, buddy. Should we order Pizza or Pasta?" You asked the pup as you rubbed his ears, his head laying in your lap. He was looking up at you, listening to every word before the doorbell rang, causing him to jump up in confusion. 

You walked to the door, looking through the peephole to see who it could be, knowing if it had been your loves surprising you, they would have just come in. Upon looking you saw two shorter women, hands waving widely at you through the hole, arms full of groceries. 

You opened the door, "Lisa? Georgeta? What are you guys doing here?"

They beamed brightly at you as they walked right in, making their way into the kitchen like it was their own. "Honey, Chris said it was your birthday," Lisa said as if it were obvious. 

You raised your eyebrows at her, giggling at them. You walked behind them, hugging each of them from behind before perching on a stool before them. 

"We're cooking tonight, oh, honey, here. They sent me these to have you open," Lisa said as she handed you a small box and a gift bag from her reusable bag filled with ingredients. 

You thanked her, looking over the counter into hers and Geogeta's bags at the ingredients, "What are we having, moms?"

"I was told to make Shrimp Alfredo," Lisa said holding her hands up in surrender as Georgeta laughed and adding, "I was instructed Cozonac."

"Oh, hell yeah. They know me so well," you giggled as you sat back in your chair, focusing your attention to your small gifts. 

You began to open them, the small rectangular one was a necklace. It was diamond studded with a small 'C' and 'S' charm in the middle. Inside the bag, a few bags of your favorite candy. 

The moms, 'ooh'ed and 'aw'ed as they saw your gifts, dinner was almost finished. You set the table for the three of you, grabbing a bottle of wine as the doorbell rang once more. 

"Who else would that be?" You whispered as you opened the door. 

"Delivery for (y/f/n) (y/l/n)."

Your jaw dropped. The delivery man had a cart full of boxes of rozes. There had to have been at least 24 boxes-- which could or couldn't have been how old you were turning. 

You moved to the side, telling him to sit them on the ground to which he did. 

You looked over at the women at the table, both sipping their wine as they high-fived one another. 

"Your son did good."

"No, your son did good."

[falcqns]

Over Again

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Part two to To Be So Lonely. You work with Tom again, and is forced to face Henry.

Warnings:

A/N: Here’s part two! Hope you enjoy!

Said I'd never leave her

'Cause her hands fit like my t-shirt

Tongue-tied over three words, cursed

Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt

Bodies intertwined with her lips

The next few years with you and Sebastian went great. Both you and Sebastian had issued a statement discussing what had happened, as well as Henry. The media was all over it for a few weeks, but eventually, it died down. Henry was able to maintain his role on The Witcher, but you had heard that things between him and production were a little tense. He hadn’t made any more movies, and rarely appeared at public events, such as award shows. You felt bad for the way he was being treated, but Sebastian reassured you that its what he deserved.

You and Sebastian had gotten married, and had a 2 year old daughter named Lerae Georgeta Stan. You continued to work, doing big projects such as a few Marvel movies, and quite a few Tom Cruise movies. When Tom called you and asked if you wanted to be in the new Mission Impossible, you said yes. He had told you that Henry would be appearing well, but you insisted everything would be fine. Henry had seemed very remorseful the last few years, and you weren’t one to hold grudges. You’d have scenes with him, but Tom assured you there would always be another person in the scene with you at least.

Sebastian was happy for you, of course, but he was still nervous. You understood his nervousness, and when he asked if him and Lerae could come with you, you agreed. You hadn’t ever left your daughter, and you weren’t planning on it anytime soon. You didn’t want to be one of those ‘celebrity moms’ who never see their children.

You arrived in England a few weeks after getting the role, and you, Seb, and Lerae found an apartment which was close to the set, and planned to come to set whenever they could. Seb still wanted Lerae to experience a normal childhood, and explore London, so he planned on taking her out to do “Daddy - Daughter” activities in the city.

You had arrived on set the first day of shooting, without your husband and daughter. They were supposed to come, but Lerae threw a huge tantrum the night before out of pure exhaustion, so Sebastian decided it would be best to keep her home for the day, so you were on your own. You had worked with some of your co stars before, and the ones you hadn’t worked with, you had met previously. Working with Tom Cruise had its benefits. You didn’t see Henry, but everyone else was there.

Now she's feeling so low since she went solo

Hole in the middle of my heart like a polo

And it's no joke to me

So can we do it all over again?

Just as you were finishing up in Hair and Makeup, Henry walked through the door. Every one said hello to him, but you just gave him a nice smile, to which he didn’t return, his eyes averting to the ground. Everyone was finished a few minutes later, and then it was just you, Henry, and the hair and makeup artists. You were about to say hello to him, when your phone rang. You answered, and your heart dropped.

“I have to go back to the States today,” Sebastian said, and you heard him sniffle. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“What? Why?” You asked.

He sighed before talking. “Apparently a good 20 minutes of footage is unusable because the files on the camera card corrupted, so I have to go back to reshoot. I’m so sorry.” Sebastian said, and you heard him breaking down over the phone, and your daughter asking why her daddy was crying.

“Sweetheart,” You said gently, and noticed Henry’s face get even sadder. “It’s okay. Bring Lerae here, and you head back. I can manage her on my own for a few days, okay?” You said, and Sebastian calmed down.

“O-Okay. I’ll bring her in about an hour.” He said, and you nodded.

“Sounds good. How long will you be gone?”

“Only about a week. I’m just feeling bad because we just got here,a dan now I have to leave you alone to parent in a whole new country while shooting a movie.” He explained, and you chuckle. “We’ll survive. We’ve had weeks alone before, dont worry, okay?”

“Okay.” Sebastian said. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay. Te iubesc,” You said.

“Și eu te iubesc,” He responded, and he hung up.

Your hair and makeup was finished soon after, and you headed out of the trailer. Henry’s eyes followed you out, but didn’t say anything. You walked over to Tom and explained the situation, to which he was very understanding.

Not too much later, Sebastian sent you a text saying he was here, and you walked over to meet him at the entrance to set. His eyes were still red and puffy, and Lerae was clinging to him for dear life, obviously afraid of the big burly security guards.

“Hi sweetie,” You said, and your daughter reached out for you. “Hi, Mama,” She said, before she pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Hi other sweetie,” You said as you turned to Sebastian, who smiled as well. “Hi baby,” he said. He gave you a sweet kiss, and handed you Lerae’s diaper bag. She was mostly potty trained, but did tend to have accidents sometimes, just like a normal two year old. Seb then wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you into his chest. Lerae giggled, and rested her head on his chest too.

“We’ll be okay, my love,” You whispered, and he nodded.

“I know. I just worry sometimes.” He said and you nodded. “It’s okay.”

He sniffled again and pulled you two closer. “I should go, or I’m going to miss my flight, but I’ll call you when I land, okay?” He promised, and drew your lips in for a kiss, which made Lerae gag. “Ew, Dada!” She exclaimed, hiding her face behind her Winter Soldier bear. Sebastian chuckled, and lifted her out of your arms.

“be good for mama, okay? Dada will be back on Sunday,” He said, and she nodded. “I pwomise Dada. I be good.” Sebastian smiled, and hugged her to his chest. He pressed kisses on her cheek, which she returned, and then she was handed back to you. The three of you said your goodbyes, and you two watched as Sebastian walked away.

“Okay, honey. We’re going to go to my trailer and play there until Mama has to go film.” You explained as she wiggled out of your embrace to walk on her own. “Otay Mama. I see Uncle Tom?” She asked, as she gripped your hand and you two made your journey to the trailers. “Yes honey, we can go see Uncle Tom in a little bit.” She nodded, and you watched as she gazed around at the buildings on set. She had been on set’s before, but she was always so interested. You and Sebastian had a suspicion that she is a star in the making.

You two passed the makeup trailer just as Henry was coming out, and you smiled at him. He gave you a sad smile in return and retreated to his trailer to wait to be called to set. You two walked inside your own trailer, and Lerae climbed up on the couch to take her shoes off.

The two of you were able to stay in the trailer for a few more hours, her colouring, and you rehearsing lines, before a PA knocked on your door and told you they needed you on set in 20 minutes. You got changed into your costume, and Lerae gasped as she saw what you were wearing. You had a yellow sundress with white flowers on it, with matching yellow ballet flats.

She scrambled up, and gave you a hug. “You so pwetty, Mama.” Your heart melted and you lifted up your little girl. “Thank you, baby. Let’s get out shoes on and head to set, okay? We get to see Uncle Tom!” Lerae giggled, and slid out of your grasp. She got her shoes on and gripped her “Bucky Bear” in her hands, and followed you out.

You were reminding her that when the cameras are rolling, she has to be quiet, and sit in your chair nicely, when she squealed. You looked up, and saw Henry. “Mama! Supaman!” She exclaimed, and your stomach flipped. “Yeah, baby, that is Superman. Maybe if you’re nice enough, he’ll say hi to you,” And she nodded with a determined look on her face.

Henry noticed you, and then his eyes drifted down to Lerae. He smiled, and gave her a wave. She then decided to take off running to go say hello to one of her favourite superhero’s. You followed after her, and smiled when Henry finally talked to you.

“Hi, Y/N,” He said, giving you a tentative smile.

“Hey. Listen, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me. It’s been 3 years since then, and we’ve all moved on. I’m sorry for what my friends did to your career. I never wanted that to happen.” You said, and he smiled warmly.

“Thanks. And, you don’t have to apologize. What I did was horrible, and I deserved what happened. I don’t blame you, or anyone. I was actually hoping to a police to Sebastian about what happened, but I guess he left,” He said, glancing down at your daughter who had her face smushed against his leg, and gazing around the room.

“He’ll be back Sunday. He feels really bad too, so I think you two talking it out is the best thing.” Henry nodded, just before Tom came up and scooped up his niece.

“Hey, you two. We’re about to start. I’ll watch her.” He mentioned, while tickling her belly, and you thanked him, before moving to start filming.

If you're pretending from the start

Like this with a tight grip

Then my kiss can mend your broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

The rest of the week went well, with Lerae glued to Henry. You two hadn’t had a moment alone to actually talk, but Michelle and Rebecca came into your trailer and insisted that they could watch your daughter so you could go talk to him.

You knocked on his trailer door, and heard a faint ‘come in!’, so you entered. He smiled at you as he was petting Kal, who ran up to you.

“I was hoping to actually talk to you about what happened.” You said and Henry nodded. “Me too.”

You sat down on the couch, and pet Kal, while Henry sat next to you. You took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m really sorry. If I had known how you were feeling, I wouldn’t have mentioned it, or at least brought it up in a different way. And I definitely wouldn’t have talked about him as much as I did. I was just in love, and wanted to tell everyone about him,” You said and Henry nodded.’

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I guess I built up how our first meeting would go in my head, and then I got angry when it went in a completely different way. Sebastian told me how excited you were to work with me, and on The Witcher, and I instantly felt bad. I wanted to come and apologize but you were gone, and the damage was already done.” He said, his eyes down cast.

You scrunched up your eyebrows. “How bad was it after?” You asked.

Henry looked up at you. “I got screamed at. By everyone. Anya, Freya, Joey, Lauren, and Director, everyone. Anya, Freya and Joey didn’t talk to me for a god two months afterwards, and everyone else was extremely harsh on me. My agent and manager said they had never seen someone act the way I did, and that they were considering dropping me. Thankfully, they didn’t, but it was very tense for a while. I’ve never seen my parents more angry at me. I honestly thought they were going to disown me. Once I had made my statement, I couldn’t find work. Until this movie, I was relying solely on The Witcher for income. Which, is okay while were filming, but the cheques aren’t as big after filming wraps. I thought for sure that I’d lose this role too when you found out, but I’m very thankful that I didn’t.”

You smiled sadly. “I don’t hold grudges. You’ve changed, I’ve changed, and everyone’s moved on. We’re all good. And don’t worry too much about talking to Sebastian. Knowing him, he’s going to try to apologize for getting me first,” You joked, and Henry laughed.

“You two seem happy. Sometimes I wonder if we could have been that happy,” he remarked sadly, and you nodded.

“Maybe in another life. But, we’ll never know.” You said, and Henry smiled.

“I’m just happy that we can be friends,” He said. “You’re daughter seems amazing. What’s her name?” He asked, as he gazed out the window where she was playing tag with Rebecca and Michelle.

“Her name’s Lerae. It means ‘strong and brave’, which she is. She was born two months premature, and she fought like hell the entire time.” You explained, your eyes drifting to her. She was running around, her blue eyes reflecting off the sun. You could see so much of Sebastian in her.

“She’s the real superhero. Not me,” Henry said and you chuckled.

“Sebastian says the same thing.”

You'll never know how to make it on your own

And you'll never show weakness for letting go

I guess it's still hard if the seed's sown

But, do you really want to be alone?

The film went smoothly after that. Sebastian arrived on Sunday, and him and Henry had a good talk, which resulted in them making plans to go to a Rugby game with some of Henry’s friends. After that game, they became really good friends. Chris and Anthony forgave him as well, and the four of them were great friends.

Lerae loved her Uncle Henry, and she loved Kal. Her daddy may be a Marvel hero, but she always had a soft spot for Superman. Henry remained involved in her life. He came to every birthday party, every dance recital, and eventually every movie premier when she grew up. He got her her first acting job at the age of 7, on The Witcher. After that, she was hooked.

You and Sebastian stayed together through everything. You gave him a son, named James Anthony Stan, when Lerae was 4. The two were inseparable, much like you and Sebastian.

Even though you and Henry remained friends, he always loved you. You’d notice it sometimes, wether it be in the way he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice him looking, or the way he treated your children. Sometimes it wasn’t as noticeable, and you’d think it faded, but then you’d catch his eye in the right light and you saw it again.

The love.

If you're pretending from the start

Like this with a tight grip

Then my kiss can mend your broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

And I can lend you broken parts

That might fit like this

And I will give you all my heart

So we can start it all over again

[suitofvibraniumarmor]

If You Just Realize

Part Eight: Marry Me

Summary: Whether they’re ready for it or not, Sebastian and Y/N’s wedding day arrives.  Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Word Count: 2585 Series Warnings: Death, angst, sadness. Lots of creative licensing, I’m sure. Chapter Warnings: Drinking, confused feelings, fluff ... oh and that one scene at the end ...  Square Filled: This entire series will fill my realized feelings square for @marvelfluffbingo​​​​​. A/N: I’ve much enjoyed writing this series, and I hope all of you enjoy reading it! The tag list is open; requests to be added can be done so here. There are bits and pieces of Romanian throughout the series, mostly from Google Translate and the few things I’ve picked up as I learn the language.

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The morning of the wedding, Y/N woke up in a room at the Waldorf with Kennedy. Everyone except for Kennedy was unaware of the truth in their arrangement and had insisted that the engaged couple not sleep even in the same apartment the night before. Y/N’s family was in a couple of other rooms in the same hotel but had given her space with her friend for the time being. 

She started the coffee pot then went to the bathroom to do her business, wash her face, and take a good look in the mirror. These were the last few hours she’d ever be single; even after their marriage ended, she wouldn’t be ‘single’, she would be ‘divorced’. 

“This is too weird,” she mumbled, moving away from the mirror and towards the coffee pot. She poured herself a cup and then one for Kennedy too when her friend began to stir. Y/N sat back on the bed, against the pillows, trying to focus on the positives of the day. 

Kennedy sipped on the warm liquid and nodded. “Mmm, yes, that’s good. How are you feeling this morning?”

Y/N snorted. “Nervous as hell. I know I want to do this, I know I’m doing the right thing, but I don’t — I don’t know. It’s weird at the same time.”

“Do you love him?”

“Sebastian? Of course I love him. He’s one of my closest friends. I wouldn’t do this kind of thing for just anyone, you know.”

Kennedy took another drink of her coffee. “I know that. I know you love Seb, but what I’m asking is, are you in love with him?”

Y/N thought about that for a good minute. She wanted to answer honestly, but she simply didn’t know — and she told Kennedy as much. 

“There was a moment the other night, when he came and proposed, just the way I had told his mother that he had done. He hugged me really tight and I sort of cuddled into him. I could just breathe in his smell … it was so strong and masculine and comforting … so Seb. And I thought, ‘Yeah. I could get used to this.’” She shook her head and set her coffee on the bedside table. Her stomach wasn’t up for consuming anything. “But that doesn’t mean I’m in love with him, and it certainly doesn’t mean I should get used to anything in this little arrangement.” 

She slid off the bed and went to unzip the garment bag that protected her dress. Anytime now, Georgeta, Milena, Y/N’s sister-in-law, and her grandmother would be joining them in the room, anxious to get the bride-to-be wedding-ready. She ran her fingers softly over the pretty embroidery on the dress and shook her head. 

“My feelings aren’t the most important thing at the moment. Getting through today, getting Sebastian custody of Milena — that’s what’s important. Finish that coffee, I’ll call down to room service to bring up a spread for the ladies coming to meet us soon.”

Y/N couldn’t meet Kennedy’s eyes. If she did, she knew that the confused feelings brewing within her would only bring her to tears, and she refused to cry anything but happy tears on her wedding day. 

Sebastian couldn’t stop looking at the clock. Every minute that passed, he was one minute closer to marrying Y/N; one less minute she had to back out on him. Not that he expected that of her, but, well, he was nervous.

“I was nervous too, the day I married your mother,” Anthony commented, taking over the cufflink Sebastian had been working the last few minutes to secure. “Marrying someone with a child is a big commitment. You were older. We knew how custody was going to work with you. Marrying someone who hasn’t had that child very long, leaves a person with a lot of unknowns.”

The younger man frowned. “You think this is a bad idea?”

“Not at all,” Anthony assured with a kind smile. “What I’m trying to say — and I guess not doing a great job of saying — is that you’ve found someone really special, Sebastian. I’m very proud of you and I’m very happy for you.”

Sebastian’s shoulders released some tension. “Thanks. That means a lot, really. Mom and I both lucked out with you, I think.”

Anthony clapped him on the back before pulling him in for a hug. “Anything you and the girls need, come to us. We’ll help you. We’re here to help you.”

“Thanks.” He looked at the clock again. “An hour. How is there still an hour to go?”

With a roll of laughter that can only come from someone who has lived through the same experience before, Anthony clapped his stepson on the back. 

“C’mon, let’s get you a beer to take the edge off. Shall we?”

“Yeah, a beer sounds good,” Sebastian sighed, heading down to the kitchen with Anthony. 

Y/N’s grandmother zipped up the back of her dress, and her stepmother helped her balance while she pushed her feet into her shoes and fixed the buckle. She stood and smoothed out the dress, tucked her curled hair behind her ears, and took a shaky breath before going to the floor length mirror to get a good look at herself. 

“So pretty,” Milena told her, smiling shyly as she leaned into her grandmother. 

Y/N looked at the small girl, wearing her own pretty dress, and grinned. She remembered now why she was doing this; why her own feelings didn’t matter. She would have a good life with Sebastian and Milena, for as long as they would have her. Milena would have the support and the family she needed. Sebastian wouldn’t crash into parenthood alone. 

Y/N crouched in front of Milena, careful not to crease her dress. She took Milena’s hands in her own. “Not as pretty as you. It’s just about time, princess — you ready for me to marry your uncle?”

Milena nodded emphatically. Y/N held out her hand and the two of them walked ahead of the other ladies, hand in hand all the way to the courthouse. 

Despite the beer he’d had before coming to City Hall, Sebastian was well-aware of his nerves as he waited for their appointed ceremony time. Y/N was waiting behind with Milena and her father, wanting to wait until the last possible second before Sebastian saw her. 

“Give me that much tradition, anyway,” she had smirked. 

He could see that it was something important to her, and once she walked through the doors, her arm hooked through her father’s and her other hand holding tight to Milena’s, Sebastian decided the wait had been entirely worth every second of anticipation leading up to the moment her father placed Y/N’s hand in his. They both leaned down to kiss Milena on the cheek, then sent her to sit with Georgeta for the rest of the ceremony. 

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered, taking her hands in his. 

She smiled up at him and he knew his compliment had gone far. “Thank you. You’re quite handsome in that suit.”

He smiled, too. The justice was ready to start the ceremony then, but Sebastian couldn’t take his eyes off of Y/N; she was truly a vision in that embroidered dress. She was done up more than her everyday appearance, but she was still the woman he knew. He was proud to know that she was his, at least for a little while. 

In fact, he had a difficult time keeping up with where they were at in the ceremony for all the staring at her he was doing. Y/N didn’t seem to notice, and thank goodness Sebastian was paying enough attention to know when it was his turn to speak. 

Repeating after the justice, Sebastian said the vows they had chosen together. “I promise you, Y/N, that I will be your loving and loyal husband from now on. I will share with you all of life’s joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, until death parts us.”

Carefully, he slid the band from her wedding set onto her finger. Her eyes were glazed with tears, and Sebastian hoped they were happy ones. Y/N slid a gold wedding band on the appropriate finger of his left hand and repeated the same vows. Her voice caught and a couple of tears fell before she go to the part about death parting them; perhaps knowing the vow was a lie already was difficult. He would have to remember to apologize to her later; he would never stop thanking her for doing all of this for him. When her vow was complete, she squeezed his hands and let out a deep breath. 

“As a ceaseless reminder of this hour, and of the promise you have made to each other, these rings also speak of the oneness you now experience as husband and wife. By the power vested in me by the state of New York, I officially pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide; Sebastian realized they had never discussed this part. Of all of the people watching, though, only Kennedy knew that this was not a marriage borne of love, but of necessity. Of one friend in need and the other friend coming to his aid. Quickly taking control of the moment, Sebastian dropped her hands to cradle her face. 

“I love you,” he whispered before pressing his lips to hers.

Her response was soft and hesitant at first, but after that first initial meeting of their lips, she pressed into him, her arms going around his neck. Sebastian wrapped his arms around her middle to have her as close as possible. Were it not for the applause of their audience, he might have let the kiss go on until she pulled away. 

The reception dinner was a small affair, only attended by the family members who had attended the ceremony, Kennedy, and a couple of other local, mutual friends. There was good conversation and lots of laughter. The newlywed couple felt so much love surrounding them. 

At the end of the night, Milena went home with her grandparents. Y/N and Sebastian headed to a different room in the Waldorf — a gift from his parents — amidst a beautiful sparkler send off. Kennedy winked at Y/N when the girls hugged, letting her friend know the sparklers had been her idea. Even under the circumstances, she appreciated that Kennedy had remembered Y/N always liked the idea and made it happen for her. 

The cab ride to the hotel was quiet. They were both tired, but also anxious. There were certain things expected on a wedding night … kissing to seal their vows in front of everyone was one thing. Sleeping together was an entirely different story. 

Once in the room, where their overnight bags had already been dropped off, Y/N dropped down to the mattress and gave him a nervous smile as he locked the door behind them. 

“Comfy,” she commented, though they both were already aware of the quality of beds in the hotel. 

Sebastian nodded, nervously shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m pretty tired. You?”

She shrugged. “Tired, yeah. A little overwhelmed.”

Kicking off his shoes, Sebastian announced that he was going to shower; she should go ahead and comfortable, get to sleep, if she wanted to. Y/N nodded and waited for him to leave before moving from the mattress. 

As it was, when he came out from the shower, shirtless in gym shorts, his hair still dripping a little, Y/N was still in her dress, leaning back against the headboard with her legs and bare feet stretched out in front of her. She was flipping channels on the television but smiled when she saw him. 

“Can’t get the zipper,” she chuckled, “otherwise I’d be in pajamas by now. Do you mind?”

She came to stand in front of him, sweeping her hair out of the way. Sebastian licked his lips and, with shaky hands, slowly pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. With the pull tab down as far as it would go, he could see black lace peeking out at him; it matched the bra straps coming over her shoulders and securing behind her back. He swallowed so hard, it had to be audible. 

“Is that it?” Y/N asked. 

Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut for a second and cleared his throat. “Yeah. Sorry.”

He hadn’t realized his hand was resting on her hip until she turned to thank him and they were suddenly centimeters apart from each other. Sebastian’s hand came up to caress her cheek. Y/N’s eyes were wide and searching his face for any type of explanation as to what he was thinking. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his head falling toward hers. “Thank you, Bright Eyes, for marrying me today.”

Barely able to breathe, let alone manage words, Y/N only nodded. Her hands came up to the backs of his arms and rested there. Seconds that felt like minutes passed in antagonizing suspense before Sebastian cupped her chin and pressed his lips softly to hers — the way he would have done if they had continued their kiss from earlier in the day. 

Y/N didn’t hesitate this time to return his kiss; it was as though she had been waiting all day for him to do this. Her hands slid up his arms before clasping behind his neck, pulling him into her even more. She was the one who first ran her tongue lightly over his bottom lip, but Sebastian happily and willingly allowed her access. 

It wasn’t until, from instinct, he gently pressed her back toward the bed that they parted. He kept his hands at her hips until she was steady, then took a full step back. 

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N. This wasn’t part of the deal. I don’t expect — that’s not what you agreed to.”

“It was both of us,” she excused. “Not saying it’s not good that we stopped. That’s a big line to cross. The last few weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions and we should be careful not to feed off of that.”

“You’re right. Anyway, I’m going to get some ice. I’ll let you do what you need to do.”

She didn’t say anything — hell, she wouldn’t even look at him. Sebastian cursed himself all the way down to the ice machine and back, wondering how many more times he was going to risk ruining his closest, most important friendship before this was all over. 

Comfort came for him when they settled into bed, finally, and Y/N scooted right next to him and laid her head on his chest. She held her left hand up for both of them to see; the diamond sparkled from the light of the television in the otherwise dark room. 

“Can’t believe we got married today,” she breathed. 

Sebastian smirked and put an arm around her. “Me either. Regret it yet?”

She sat up only enough so she could turn and place a chaste kiss on his lips. “Not for a single second. Do you?”

Sebastian shook his head and kissed her again. She settled back against his chest, drawing in a deep breath before her eyes fluttered closed. He knew that he should sleep, too, but instead he lay awake for a couple of hours, working to process through the feelings that seemed to suddenly be too much for his mending heart to contain. 

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[buckyownsmylife]

There’s a Light Over at the Frankenstein place - Sebastian Stan fluff

The one where you’ve been set up on a blind date with Sebastian Stan, with whom you had briefly worked and considered to be a friend. The only problem is, does he feel the same way?

Warnings: light angst? I’m incapable of writing anything without a happy ending, so do not worry.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Seb?” I asked, honestly surprised to find him walking in with who I assumed to be his mother, by the similarity of their constitutions. His eyes met mine and I could swear he blushed, before looking down to his shoes and averting his eyes to his godmother, who stood next to me.

“You two are witches, do you know that?” He provoked, to which the two women simply giggled. I looked from one woman to the other, not being able to contain the sheepish smile trying to fight its way into my expression.

“I can’t believe this,” I teased Anastasia, who simply rolled her eyes at me, before nudging me with her elbow. 

“Well, you couldn’t stop talking about him since you two met, so we decided to help,” she explained and it was my turn to roll my eyes. 

“So I say that I finally met your grandson and that he really is nice and you read that I’m in love with him? Remind me to never say something to you again, Lord knows how you’re going to interpret it,” she blushed at the comment, but it was obvious by my smile that I was only joking. “Listen, if I have to go out with anyone tonight, I’m glad it’s with you, Seb.” I winked in his direction and didn’t miss the fact that he, yet again, blushed under my gaze.

Georgeta, Sebastian’s mom, grinned at me like I had hung the moon in the sky. I remembered he had told me how big of a fan of my work she was and so I made sure to hug her and introduce myself since he didn’t seem to be too eager to do so at that moment. Soon enough, both she and Anastasia kissed us goodbyes and with their last reminders to behave, finally left us be.

I wasn’t lying about what I had said. I was so incredibly grateful that my blind date turned out to be Sebastian, not only because I thought he was actually cute, but because he was someone I was already comfortable with and I hated the idea of spending my Thursday night with a complete stranger who could bore me to death. There was absolutely no possibility that was going to happen, though, since he was my company.

Despite the fact that we hadn’t known each other for that long, the two weeks we had spent together on set was one of the best experiences of my life. He was simply so freaking funny and considerate and I couldn’t forget the feeling that filled my heart when we spent the whole night looking up at the stars and talking about our greatest fears. It was so nice to find someone who understood my problems with anxiety so well, but every time I thought about the suffering this incredible human being went through because of it, I wanted to wrap him in a blanket cocoon and never let him leave my arms again.

“So…” I started, seeing as we were both still one in front of the other and he hadn’t made any movement that indicated his decision to sit down at the table Anastasia and I had picked when we arrived. “Do you want to stay here or would you rather go somewhere else?” I asked, watching as he finally looked me in the eyes, scratching his nape.

“Whatever you wish, darling…” he stated, but I could still see the clear discomfort in his stance. I looked around me once, weighing the trendy restaurant his godmother had brought me to before voicing what I had already decided. 

“Let’s get out of here,” I pulled him to me by the sleeve of his coat, locking our arms together before we let the cold air of Los Angeles’ evening hit us.

“Where are we going?” he questioned and I simply glanced at him, a smile on my lips.

“You’ll see.” Was my only answer as I quickly made my way towards the spot I had in mind. The walk was silent, despite the fact that I tried to come up with something to say a thousand times, but his disquiet threw me off completely. I knew blind dates were awkward, but seeing that we already knew each other, I was expecting at least some kind of conversation, since I considered us to be friends.

My feet took me to a well-known path and soon enough I found myself in front of my favorite bar in LA. I spent too much time during my visits here, but I had never brought any of my friends here before.

“What is this?” Sebastian asked, his bright blue eyes shining under the bar’s neon sign.

“The favorite place in this city,” I explained, pushing in the doors to let us in. Instantly, the familiar buzz of excited voices and the dim lights welcomed me to the environment I came to know so well.

“Hey, Peter!” I shouted over the other voices gathered around the bar, excitedly waving at the barman.

“Y/N! I wasn’t expecting you around here these days!” The muscular man behind the counter shouted back, his hands occupied with wiping down a few glasses. I simply shrugged, sticking my tongue out.

“You know I’m full of surprises.” I giggled. 

“That I do. What can I get you today?” I glanced at Sebastian, but as he was too occupied staring at his feet, I decided to let it go.

“I’ll have a beer, please.” 

“And your friend?” I remained quiet, not looking at Sebastian as I waited for him to say something. To be honest, I was getting pretty pissed now. 

“Oh, nothing for me, thank you.” That was it. As I accepted the bottle Peter offered me, I walked around the bar and chose a seat right in front of the barman, just under the tv, so I could get a good view of the game that was playing.

“Do you want me to look if there’s a soccer game on?” The bartender knew me too well.

“Yes, please,” I smiled gratefully at him, taking a swig of my beer. From the corner of my eye, I could see Sebastian changing his weight from one foot to another. Oh, so he was getting uncomfortable. Good. Maybe now he’d understand how I felt.

“Do you want to stay by the bar?” His voice reached me and it sounded timid. I raised an eyebrow.

“Well, seeing as I wasn’t expecting you to stick around, I figured it’d be better for me to remain here than to be left alone at a table.” Sebastian frowned at my words as I cursed myself for being mesmerized by the blue in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” I took a deep breath when I realized he truly looked confused.

Turning in my chair, I abandoned the game I was only pretending to watch and fixed my attention on my date for the night. “Sebastian, it’s okay. You can go back to your place. I promise I won’t tell your godmother, we can just say it didn’t work out or whatever. I just can’t bear this vibe anymore, I hate to see how uncomfortable you seem to be by me even though I thought we were friends until tonight.” I scoffed, feeling incredibly silly under his piercing gaze. I had to look down at my shoes before continuing.

“It’s so stupid, I was expecting to have a terrible night. And then when I saw you getting into the restaurant with your mother, I was hopeful that at least I would have fun. After all, I love your company.” Huffing, I straightened up on the chair, still not looking him in the eyes. “I’m sorry if you felt embarrassed at the prospect of going on a date with me. This could have been simply a night out between friends.”

“I don’t want to be your friend.” The words froze me in my spot, making my insides feel like they would burst and kill me on the spot at any minute, now. The shock finally made me look up to meet his eyes, and the encounter made it seem like he was surprised by his own words as well. “Shit. That’s not what I meant.”

Trembling, I left my chair and reached for my purse blindly, already turning around in search of the bar’s exit. “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain,” I whispered, despite knowing he probably wouldn’t listen over the loud sounds surrounding us. 

Quick steps took me outside of the building and the cold wind from the night sobered me up. What the fuck was that? My mind wasn’t working fast enough to catch up with what was going on, but my heart felt up to date, as I could feel it breaking into a thousand pieces.

It was stupid, but I knew I had a crush on Sebastian. And despite knowing he’d never feel attracted to me, I just never expected him to not even want to be my friend.

Sebastian’s P.O.V.

I was stuck on the same spot Y/N had left me, mulling over my own stupidity when at last something clicked and I found myself running out of the bar to look for her. Thankfully, she wasn’t very far so I managed to reach her just before she crossed the street.

“Wait, please,” I asked, grabbing her by the shoulder. I was expecting her to pull away or at least yell at me, but when she turned around with tears in her eyes, I knew I had screwed up. “Shit. Fuck. C’mon, doll, please don’t cry over me.” I pulled her for a hug, which she thankfully didn’t refuse, but she didn’t reciprocate either. Well, small steps. At least she was still here.

I let her cry against my sweater as I pondered over my own stupidity. Why was I like this? I hurt the only person in the world I didn’t want to hurt and now my own heart was heavy, not only with regret but also with fear. I was terrified of the prospect of losing Y/N.

Her cute little sobs started to soften and I felt it was safe to pull away from her just enough so that I could get a clear view of her face, which I quickly held between my hands. “Doll, I’m so sorry. God, I’m such an idiot, and I understand if you hate me and don’t want to see me ever again, but please just let me explain. When I said I didn’t want to be your friend… What I meant was… I would love nothing more than to be more than friends. I was actually the one who asked my mother and my godmother to set us up on a date.”

She blinked once and then twice, her lips stuck in a pout as the tears disappeared from her eyes. “I-I don’t understand…” She raised her coat’s sleeve to wipe her face as she stared up at me, her brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of what I had just shared.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we met.” My eyebrows rose all the way to my hairline at those words. I even snorted, 100% not believing what he had just said.

“Well, you have a weird way of showing that, Sebastian.” He chuckled, looking down at his shoes before meeting my eyes again.

“You’re not wrong. I… I am so bad at dealing with what I feel about you, in fact, that I had to resort to my godmother’s matchmaking skills. And you saw how she gets… But I wanted to get through with it, because otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to ask you out.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I tilted my head as I crossed my arms, the picture of annoyance.

“Then why the hell did you treat me like a nuisance? I mean, you’ve barely said a word to me all night!” It was hard to ignore how cute he looked with his cheeks slightly tinted pink, but I tried to. I wanted to be angry, I had every right to be irritated!

“Yeah, well… Turns out my plan wasn’t as great as I thought. When I saw you in that restaurant…” His phrase was interrupted by a low whistle. “I could only think something along the lines of shitfuckshit she looks too great ohmygod I’m gonna ruin this fuckfuckfuck abort mission abort.” Now, I had to laugh. And just like that, I could feel that warm fuzzy feeling that took over me whenever I was near Sebastian, and he knew it. His small, shy smile was begging me to forgive him when I had already done it.

“You’re too cute for your own good, Stan.” Pulling him by the lapels of his coat, I stood on my tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss on his lips, before separating our heads to gather his reaction. He was wide-eyed, but obviously not displeased, as his gaze kept traveling from my own eyes to my lips while he licked his.

“Well, so far I’d say it’s been highly advantageous to me.” Giggling, I allowed him to embrace me until our chests were pressed tightly together. “Think you can spare me another kiss?” I frowned in fake confusion at his question.

“Before you take me out on a proper date? You must be confusing me with another woman, good sir.” Now, it was his turn to laugh.

“That’s fair. Where to, milady?” I accepted the arm he was offering me while giving him a mischievous look.

“Anywhere, as long as you talk to me, silly.” The smile he gave me made me melt as I hugged his arm and allowed him to guide me through the night.