#mikey loves seb so much n i love that for him

[killa-trav]

oh mikey 🥺

[zcorners120]

Babe, i love your page and all your work, it’s true a chef kiss. Shit i don’t know if you will take my request or not but i really need naughty f1!seb x driver!reader.

Well they’re teammates. For him she’s so tempting yet so innocent and beautiful. She is basically in her early 20s (sorry i don’t know if you’re comfortable writing this, but if you're not then it’s fine). And sometimes she gets shy around him because he’s her childhood crush, she’s been a fan of him since she was young doing karting. Most of the drivers took interest in her but she only has eyes for seb, now she wants him. Spending most of their time seeing each other at work, they couldn’t resist the desire anymore. He always fantasized to get her writhing beneath him, worshiping her, corrupt that innocent mind of her, giving her the best pleasure, etc🫠 Finally, yk “that” thing happened. The rest, i give it to the expert, you. I hope you get my point. Love you sm babe💗

thank u v much! love u too <3 sorry it's taken me a while to get to this, but im here now ! :)

sebastian vettel x fem!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; working with your childhood crush is hard. but what's harder is him secretly fantasising about you.

warnings; age gap, sexual fantasies, sexual implications, S M U T 18+, p in v, spitplay, dom!seb, sub!reader, spanking, semi-public sex, masturbation!male

Redbull, a household name. The legacy and glory it established in the early 2010's was something to behold. Sebastian Vettel, their four time world champion, insanely attractive German blonde surfer type that had gotten you into racing.

His face shone, holding up his trophy, frozen in the image that was up on the back of your door. You look up at it, knowing that one day you'll make it with him. He was the birth of your insane crush, as well as your crazy driven work ethic, as you didn't stop racing and pushing till you got to where you are today, in Formula One.

The start of the season; a fresh start for everyone, and you had something to prove with it being your debut. You represented the emerald green, walking into the paddock for the first time as a driver. The nerves were wracking, hands tightly clutching the pass.

It was your first time meeting Sebastian, as he had been busy and not available to attend previous meetings and testing sessions. You were slightly relieved, knowing you'll be awkward around your childhood crush.

"Morning Y/N!" You hear interviewers calling out, trying to grab your attention for some pre-race thoughts.

You wave meekly to them, sporting a small polite smile. You felt your hair flowing briskly behind you, small gold hoops in your ears as you spot your garage, a natural rosy blush tinging your cheeks.

"Well, hello sunshine!" Mike yelled out, grabbing every person's attention in the garage as they turn to you, smiling.

"Morning Mikey." You giggled, feeling eyes on burning on your figure.

You couldn't lie, you were pretty. Pretty beautiful, being offered multiple modelling campaigns, photoshoot opportunities, sponsorships. You took them when you could, having it as a fun little side job, but mainly focusing on racing.

You had received a few cheeky DM's from F2 and F3 drivers when you were also competing with them, but not necessarily feeling interested. Because of a certain blonde? You like to think not.

"Y/N L/N. Pleasure to have you in Aston Martin." You felt a thick German voice speak out from behind you.

You just took the bullet, nervous as you turned around. "Sebastian Vettel. Trust me the pleasure is all mine, I'm honoured to be working with a legend like yourself."

You played it cool, internally thanking yourself for not being weird.

"You okay?" You laughed nervously, seeing that when you turned to face Sebastian, he was taken aback. He looked at you, gazing into your eyes.

As soon as you turned around, it was like a cliché from a movie. The most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on had fallen into his hands, your hair gently flipping back as though you turned in slow motion. Your eyes had a certain twinkle to them, with a smile kinder than a child with some candy.

"Uhm, yeah of course." He shook his head a bit, coming out of his trance.

"Seb, Y/N, you have a panel right now, make your way to the hall for it." Mike shouted from across the garage, pointing out of the door.

"Alright, one sec! I'm just going to put my stuff away." You gave Sebastian a polite smile, walking to put your bag away.

You left him stunned, standing there smiling like an idiot. He ruffled his hand against the back of his head, walking to the panel.

The drivers sat there, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for you to come in so they could start the questions. You were only a couple minutes lately, but the drivers clearly had a thing for punctuality.

You awkwardly walked in, the drivers gaze averting straight to you. Your once loose hair had now been pulled back gently, graciously in a middle parted ponytail.

Whatever sweet and innocent thoughts Sebastian had of you, had disappeared instantly, making eye contact with you. The thought your hair tied up like that, drove him wild.

"Sorry I'm late!" You said sweetly, taking your seat as everyone giggled around you.

The panel continued, a few questions being asked about how you balance modelling and racing, how you feel about being new in the season, etc.

The interviews finally stopped, bringing it to an end. You step off the platform and start making your way to the door, before being stopped by a tap on the shoulder. You turn to be met with the familiar face of an Alpha Tauri driver.

"Y/N, isn't it? You did really well up there." His French voice spoke out, smirking at you.

"Thanks Pierre, trust me I was really nervous." You laughed, making some nice small talk with him.

What you weren't aware of was the blue eyes staring you down from a corner, clearly jealous, yet having limited interaction with you.

"Yeah, my Instagram's there." You pointed it to Pierre, saying a small goodbye as you rushed to the garage.

In the next coming months, you naturally got closer with Sebastian; now calling him Seb. A few scandals here and there about drivers liking you; but you knew who you wanted.

"Okay, now don't get all nervous like you always do. Be bold." You pointed to yourself in the mirror, hyping yourself up to make some risky moves to Seb.

You look around the office and the garage, and he was nowhere to be found. Usually when talking to Seb, he was quite the flirt, but that's his usual personality. Every time the cheeky boy made a little comment you could feel your cheeks burn up, not having the courage to match the energy.

As you were trying to find the supposed cheeky boy, he was having some cheeky time to himself. He was in his driver's room, door unlocked, some lame Netflix show blasting to avoid any of his noises to be let out.

He found himself in the same situation again; slight sweat forming on his forehead, top slightly exposing his abs, overalls bunched at his knees. Pumping his thick cock, vein adorning his length throbbing against his palm, small groans and moans slipping from his lips.

"Scheiße Y/N." He cursed, imaging your ass bouncing on his cock, the image infatuating his mind. He has these fantasies regularly, more than he'd like to admit. Corrupting you beneath him, leaving your ass with red handprints, screaming his name for anyone to hear.

He loved your innocence, how shy you got around him; even though it felt wrong to like someone so much younger than him. He was aware of his feelings, and yet he couldn't help but imagine your tight pussy clenching against his thick cock, leaving you desperate and writhing and cock drunk; Just. For. Him.

As he was pleasuring himself, you were still trying to find him. It soon clicked that he might be in his room. Storming over there, you could hear some loud sitcom deafening you, 'He must be in his room.' you thought.

You knocked loudly, rapping your knuckles against the white door, not hearing a response. You knocked again, waiting for any source of life behind the door.

"Seb, I'm coming in!" You shouted over the sound, opening the door.

Seb thought it was his imagination playing tricks, but he was severely wrong. You opened the door to see Seb fully masturbating on his sofa, opening his eyes to be met with your agape stare.

"Holy shit. I'm so sorry!" You squeezed your eyes shut, running out from the room. You slammed the door behind you, leaning against it as you tried to process what just happened.

Seb was just as shocked as you, immediately turning the show down and pulling his race suit over his.. extremely hard stick.

"Y/N, are you still there?" He bravely spoke out to the door, hearing you hum a faint 'Mhm.'

He opened the door slowly, holding his hand out for you take. Putting your small hand into his larger palm, it almost killed him seeing the size difference; the tent in his suit becoming a lot worse.

"I'm so sorry I walked in; I didn't think that you were doing.. that." You cringed at your own words, as he sat on the sofa, you joining him.

He looked down, smiling, a conniving plan clearly underway. "What would you think if I told you that I was thinking of you whilst doing.. that."

"Huh-" Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of mulberry red, embarrassment painting itself all over your face.

"Would you like that, Schatz?" His deep voice had some kind power behind it, as he looked deep into your eyes.

"You think of me that way?" You gulped gently, feeling clueless to his dirty thoughts.

"Of course, you're beautiful, and you drive me crazy." He tucked some loose hair behind your ear, your lips moving to his like a magnet.

You bit the bullet, feeling his soft lips softly kiss yours. In that moment, Seb couldn't control himself, his strong hands taking your hips, planting you on his lap. His boner was aggressively throbbing, practically begging for attention. You met his needs, slowly grinding against him.

He groaned into your lips, his hand coming down to smack your ass, as you moan loudly into the heated make out session.

"My little Schatzi likes getting her ass smacked?" He said darkly, watching you nod coyly, with a small smile.

You pulled his race suit down, pooling at his feet as his boner smacked up against your stomach, still on his lap. You wriggled out of his grip, putting on a cheeky strip show for him. Pulling your top off, sliding your skirt down; exposing your matching emerald set. You didn't let the fun stop there, turning around for him to see your ass, bending over and slowly pulling your panties off.

His jaw dropped at the sight of your shaved pussy, glistening with wetness, just for him. You turned back, seeing his once blue and bright eyes now dark and full of desire. You stand in front of him, as he pulls your hand onto the sofa, perfectly placed into missionary. He spits on his cock, you watching as he rubs into his leaking precum.

"C'mon, Seb baby put it in me already." You whined, watching as he smirked.

"Someone's a little impatient hm?" He laughed a bit, still in shock at his many restless nights coming true all in the span of a few minutes.

He slapped his cock against your entrance, pushing his tip into your tight hole, equalling in you both moaning.

"Scheiße; you're so fucking tight." He grunted, pushing his thick cock further in.

You pulled him closer towards you, kissing his full lips as a sense of comfort compared to his cock shattering your world.

"Faster." You breathily moaned out, feeling Seb's hands flip you around onto all fours swiftly.

He smacked your ass, beginning to pummel into you from behind, immediately hitting such spots you never knew existed. You bit your lip, feeling the metallic edge as you try to contain your moans.

"Such a good girl; taking me so well." He praises, gathering your hair as he pulls you up.

"Open." He commands, spitting in your mouth as you fall back down onto your hands, his pace never slowing.

"Fuck, Seb please don't stop." Pathetically begging, the sound of his hips snapping against your ass making you even wetter.

He didn't even care if people heard - in his opinion it made it all the better. He could feel your cunt pulsate around his cock, making him hit deeper.

"Please- I'm going to cum-" You could barely finish your sentence, legs shaking as you felt a tight knot explode; the biggest orgasm you've ever had.

He smacked your ass, never letting his pace weaken, letting you ride out your high.

Gasping for breath, you could feel his strokes become sloppy, you quickly pulled off his dick. Getting onto your knees straight away, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out playfully.

"Oh verdammt, you look so pretty like that." He gasped out, letting his white cum paint your tongue and sides of your lips.

You licked his cum up straight away, lips making a smacking noise from your finger. The tiredness hit you both straight away, collapsing on top of each other, snuggling in the post-sex haze.

"And here I thought you were an innocent angel, in reality you're one kinky girl." He laughed, watching you blush and become shy again even though you just had filthy sex.

The next couple months contained a shit ton of sex in a shit ton of different places before deciding to go public, taking the media by storm.

[calpalirwin]

Sleepover

Summary: Anon request- I wish you would write a fic where: its Ash and Seb. and the teacher has to tape their lips from telling about Sebs friend in class and how they moved Seb so he could be nearer. And the friendship is very affectionate but platonic as maybe the other kid grew up in a very expressive household so holding hands, fixing hair etc. is normal. And the teacher is much more affectionate with Ash cause he taught Seb about all the different types of love. But they can't tell Ash cause Seb hasnt told Ash.

A/N: Revival of Ash and Seb! And okay, I know you said “platonic” but like… bear with me. 

Content: All the soft affection. Dad!Ashton.

Word count: 1.6k

And away, and away we go!

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“Um… Miss?” Sebastian’s voice asked from the back seat.

“Yes?” she asked, peeking at the boy through the rearview mirror. His eyes wouldn’t meet hers as he fiddled nervously with the cuffs of his sweatshirt.

“You’re not gonna tell Dad that you moved my seat, are you?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

The hazel eyes snapped up to meet hers in the mirror. “Really?!”

She chuckled more. “Sebastian, I didn’t move your seat because you were in trouble. I moved everybody’s seats because I thought you guys would like it.”

“But you moved me next to Ben.”

“Don’t you like sitting next to Ben? I thought you guys were friends.”

“We are! He’s my best friend. Did you know he has two moms?!”

“He does?!” she asked, matching his excitement.

“Yeah!” And then, “Miss?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it weird that Ben holds my hand? Like the way Dad holds your hand? Cuz… he’s done it before. And I don’t care that he does. It’s nice. But Alex saw. And I still don’t like Alex. So I let go. But I think I hurt Ben’s feelings when I did. But I didn’t do it cuz I didn’t like it. I just didn’t want Alex to pick on us.”

She held off on answering for a split second, not aware of how much Ashton had taught the boy about displays of affection and the like. “Well…” she finally decided. “If you and Ben like holding each other’s hands, then I don’t think it matters if other people think it’s weird.”

Sebastian smiled, liking what he had heard as they pulled into the driveway, as Ashton pulled in right after them. “You think Dad will let Ben come over on Saturday so we can play?” he asked as he climbed out in a hurry to greet his dad.

“I think you dad will love that.”

“Think I’ll love what?” Ashton asked, as he crouched to meet Sebastian’s hug.

“Dad! Can Ben come over on Saturday?”

Ashton’s eyebrows pulled together as he did a mental run through of his schedule. “Yeah. Ben can come over.”

“Cool! I’m gonna go call him and ask!” Sebastian said before taking off for the house.

“Don’t think I’ve ever met Ben. Or heard of him…”

“Yeah, Ben only transferred like a month ago. But him and Seb are practically joined at the hip. You’re home early.” She reached up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“Yeah, we finished early. Sorry. If I’d known I would have just come and got Seb myself.”

She waved him off dismissively. “Nonsense. It’s not like it’s a hassle for me to pick him up. Plus it gives me an excuse to come over.”

“Like you need an excuse,” Ashton winked, pulling her into him with a laugh. “You know you’re welcome whenever.”

Whatever moment they were about to share was stopped by Sebastian running back out, causing the couple to jump apart. “Can Ben spend the night on Saturday too, Dad?! His moms said it’s okay if he does.”

“Sure,” Ashton agreed.

“Awesome!”

~~~

Sebastian couldn’t sit still the rest of the week, his excitement constantly making his legs bounce. More than once he had to be reminded to focus on his work, but it was hard when every time he looked over at Ben, the other boy smiled before giving his hand a small squeeze. If Y/N thought there was more to it than just Sebastian being excited about his first sleepover like Ashton assumed, then she made no mention of it. But she did make a point to be more affectionate towards Ashton in Sebastian’s presence, as a subtle act of showing the fourth grader that there was nothing weird with showing those you cared about that you cared about them through simple touches. A gesture Ashton was more than fond of and he subconsciously found himself doing it more in turn, whether it was running his thumb over the back of her hands, or rubbing small circles in the small of her back.

On Saturday, as soon as Sebastian scarfed down his breakfast, he sat in front of the large window overlooking the driveway. He would let out a gasp of excitement before holding his breath at every car that passed by, hoping that it would be Ben. And every time the car would keep driving, Sebastian would let out his breath with a small sigh, and Ashton would glance worriedly over at the clock, hating the disappointment etched on his son’s face.

Finally, a car slowed out front, it’s blinker flashing before it pulled up the driveway. “He’s here!” Sebastian exclaimed, jumping up to his feet and bounding for the door. “Ben!” he greeted, throwing his arms around the other boy in a hug.

Ben broke out in a grin that rivaled Sebastian’s, pressing a swift kiss on his friend’s cheek before breaking out of the hug. Ashton couldn’t hear the words being said, but he assumed it was Ben introducing Sebastian to his moms, as he followed his son out front. “Hi, I’m Ashton. You must be Ben’s moms.”

The ladies’ swiveled towards Ashton. “Yes, hi!” they greeted warmly, still eyeing the boys who were already running back up towards the house, hands intertwined. “Thanks again for having Ben over.”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t even worry about it. What time do you want him home tomorrow?”

“Oh, we’ll pick him up around 2 if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, that’s totally fine.”

The three parents stood in awkward silence for a few moments, wondering what to do next as neither set had much experience with their sons having friendships that resulted in sleepovers. Thankfully they were saved by the boys barreling out of the house, before skidding to a stop in front of them, wide grins on their faces and absolutely breathless. “Dad! Can Ben and I sleep outside in the tent?!”

“Sure, bud,” Ashton smiled. “See if you can grab it out of the garage, and I’ll be out in a sec to help you guys set it up.”

“Daaaad, I can set it up myself…” he muttered lowly, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

Ashton held up his hands in surrender, “Alright. Ben, I think your moms are ready to leave.”

“Oh! Bye!” Ben said before hugging his moms goodbye.

“Dad, can we make smores over a fire? Pretend like we’re really camping?”

“I think that sounds like a great idea. I think we got hotdogs still too, so we can roast those later for dinner. Sound good?”

“Awesome! C’mon, Ben! Let’s go get the tent!” Sebastian grabbed Ben’s hand, and the duo was running off again.

~~~

“Are they this close at school, too?” Ashton asked Y/N in a hushed whisper, watching as Ben yanked back his marshmallow he had set on fire, and Sebastian quickly blew it out as both boys erupted into a fit of giggles.

She nodded as she leaned closer to him. “Oh yeah. When I redid my seating chart, I purposefully sat them together so they would stop talking to each other across the classroom, and distracting everyone else.”

“Why didn’t you tell me he was doing that? I would’ve said something to him.”

“Because it wasn’t a big deal. If I had to call every parent every time their kid talked to their friend across the room, I’d never get anything done.”

“But he’s happy? I know this year hasn’t exactly been an easy one for him.”

“Ash, you worry too much. Seb’s doing just fine.”

“Dad! Can Ben and I have another smore?”

“Just one more,” Ashton relented, nodding over at the small outdoor coffee table that held all the fixings.

“Thanks Dad!”

“Thanks Mr. Ashton!”

“Better make yourself one before those two eat me out of chocolate,” Ashton murmured in Y/N’s ear, lips brushing against her neck as he pulled back.

“Mmm, you won’t make one for me?” she fake pouted.

“Only if you share it with me.”

“Deal,” she agreed.

~~~

“Hey, Dad?” Sebastian asked as Ashton helped him take down the tent now that Ben had gone home.

“Yeah, bud?”

“Gay’s when you’re a boy and you like other boys, right?”

Ashton choked on air, sitting back on his heels. “It’s… uh, a little more complicated than that, bud. But yeah. Typical when a boy likes a boy, he’d be considered gay.”

“Well, I’m a boy. And Ben’s a boy. And I like him. So I think I’m gay. At least for now.”

“And what do you like about Ben?”

“Well… I like that he holds my hand. And I like that he thinks my backpack’s cool because he likes Spider-Man too. And we have fun.”

“That’s good, bud.”

“He also kisses me sometimes. And I thought it’d be gross like when Uncle Cal and Uncle Mikey’s dogs get too excited. But it’s not.”

Again, Ashton choked on air. “Whoa. You are way too young to be kissing anybody, pal.”

“It’s not a grown-up kiss!” Sebastian giggled, his cheeks turning pink. “It’s like the same kiss I give Aunties and Grandma. Right here.” He stabbed a finger into his cheek.

“C’mere, bud,” Ashton said, patting the grass next to him. “You can like whoever you want,” he told his son as they sat together. “And you can hold their hand, and have fun with them. But-”

“I have to ask, and if they say ‘no,’ then that’s it. I know, Dad.”

“Well yes. That too. But the kissing? I’m not saying that you shouldn’t. But there’s a time and place for that. And school’s not that time or place. Like you can kiss people’s cheeks all you want, just not at school, okay? At least not until you’re a little older. Any don’t worry about labeling yourself. Just like who you like. Deal?”

“Deal,” Sebastian grinned. Then, “Hey, Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“I still think I want that person to be Ben. You know, the person I like the way you like Miss Y/N. At least for now.”

“And if Ben wants that too, then go ahead and like him. Just do me one favor, alright?”

“What?”

“Help me put this damned tent away!”

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

drunk chris continuation?💕

A/N- Heres Part 2! Hangover cure! 

Part 1

You disappeared into the kitchen to make the hangover cure, grabbing a bottle of champagne, and orange juice from the fridge, making mimosas to relieve Chris’s headache. You knew he was a beer man, but this was vitamin C boost. Whatever, that what you were claiming was the cure. You also dug into the fridge and dug out stuff to make blueberry pancakes. What was mimosas without fluffy pancakes to go with it. Flipping on your playlist, and plugging your phone into the kitchen outlet, you got started with the tunes of Billy Joel playing in the background.

Chris made his way to the shower, once he got the water running, he figured a couple tablets would help with the throbbing behind his eyes. Opening the medicine cabinet, he shook the bottle and popped the meds, palming his hand under the facet to collect a swallow of water. Dipping his head back to ease them back. Oh that better kick in soon he thought, while his hand dipped into the stream of water and finding it satisfactory, he shed off his clothes, tossing his wallet and phone up on the counter and got in. Giving a sigh at just how good the hot water felt falling down his back and turning into it fully to drench himself and soap up, already feeling better.

Afterwards he dried off and slipped on a loose pair of sweats and nothing else, since today was just a lazy day. Going into the kitchen, he caught you bouncing happily to the soft tone of Joel, sipping on what looked like bubbly orange juice from one of the flute glasses you kept for special occasions. His stomach rumbled, and he was surprised to find that yea, he was hungry. Hands sliding along your bare hips, lifting his shirt up enough for him to palm your ass while you flip two pancakes. “Feeling yourself again?” You tip your head over your shoulder and give him a quick kiss while waiting for them to cook through.

“Much better, I took a couple tablets and they helped. Is there anything I can do to help?” His hands were still on your bare ass cheeks, fondling them, making them clench under his touch. “Nope, one of those flutes are yours, and we will have breakfast out on the deck? Its not to bad out, but your gonna want your sunglasses. I will be out in a minute.” You scooped out the pancakes and onto a plate with the others you already made. Chris gave one last squeeze and a light tap that made you jump in place while he nipped your neck.

“Your an animal” You hiss at him joking while he went to grab stuff from the fridge to accompany the breakfast you made, along with silverware and plates. “Theres no denying that baby, I love everything about you, you expect me to keep my hands entirely to myself when your bare ass in the kitchen?” He wiggled his brows and whistled to Dodger, who happily followed him out onto the deck, setting up the table, he was quick to go back inside and grab his sunglasses, perching them on his face.

“No, thats the whole point. Although we sitting out on the patio, Im gonna need something to cover my bare bottom.” You claim when he returned to you to grab your plate of pancakes, letting his hand wander one last time for a firm squeeze, pecking your lips playfully. “Fine, I can understand that.” He relented and took the plate from your hand. You pat his chest and give him a light push to go back out.

“Your insatiable, go out, I will be there in a minute.” you laugh, and retreat to put on some boy shorts, slipping them on with a hop while you continue down the hallway, collecting your mimosa and the ingredients to continue making more. When you step onto the concrete of the patio, your toes flex underneath the warmth already building in the late morning. Setting it all down on the glass top, you perch in your seat, shading your eyes to see Dodger on the other side of the pool and stretched out in the shade.

Chris is sitting next to you, scrolling through his phone, and obviously reading over the messages you two shared last night, groaning softly and you grin while collecting a couple still warm pancakes, pulling of a bite to pop in your mouth. “What? wishing they took away your phone last night?” you ponder, leaning over to look at what hes reading. “They should have. It wasnt just you that got random ass messages. Mom, Carly, Shanna. “ he continued scrolling, and flipped it so your could see. “Even a joint message to Anthony and Seb.” You collect his phone to read through it and laugh at his rambles, which both men responded with Wtf man, go to bed from Seb, and Anthony, well he egged him on.

You talk to all your friends this way? Your girl gonna get jealous.We knew you loved us man.

“Its your job to take it away before I go out” Chris informed you when you handed it back over and went back to your pancakes, drizzling syrup over them. “Oh no, what if you need to give me a call, ask me to marry you again? Be sure you tell Anthony Im willing to share, im not a jealous girlfriend.” You smirk, and Chris glares over his sunglasses at you, making you lean over and put a playful kiss on his pouting lips. “You love me and you know it Evans.”

“Yea I do, still your job to take away my phone next time.” He finally took a pancake and ripped it in tiny pieces and nibbling on a piece. You were about to retort when you heard someones voice behind you, and half turning in your chair, you saw Scott wandering into the kitchen. Waving your hand to catch his attention. “Were out here, grab a glass and I will make you a my morning hangover cure.”

Scott grabbed a flute glass and came out, immediately dropping his sunglasses on his face with a groan. “Suns a bitch, shining so bright so early in the morning.” He walked past the two of you and dropped a greasy mcdonalds bag in Chris’s lap. “I figured you might want to try that.

“Its 11 am Scott...” You retort as you take another bite of your pancakes. “And I made breakfast.”

Chris is digging out a sausage biscuit and Scott hands over his flute glass, which you start to put one together for him. “And your pancakes are delicious Y/N, but we need hangover breakfeast, greasy fast food will soak up that last bit of alchohol. We are pros at this, been at it since 16. Blame Chris, he corrupted me way back then.” You roll your eyes and smirk when handing it back over, which he sipped off the top.

“You know what Im not surprised. Under that nice sweet man exterior of his, I knew theres a corrupted side.” you smirk at your man, winking.

Hes unwrapping the biscuit, sharing bites of the biscuit with Dodger whos sitting near him with his head in his lap. “If I remember correctly, I wasnt the one who insisted I went out.” He arched a brow, who in turn Scott pointed right at you.

The traitor.

“Excuse me, it was YOUR girlfriend and contacted me saying you need a drunk night out with your friends. I delivered.” Scott informed Chris, and your acting all innocent, whistling and looking around, suddenly the other side of the pool looks really interesting. In your weak attempt to change the subject. “Chris wouldnt some bird feeders look awful nice over there, something for Dodger to watch.”

Taking a bit bite of his biscuit, Chris snorted after he swallowed. “I KNEW IT WAS YOU.” Exaggerating his words, you look over slyly and shake your head in denial. “Oh I dont know what your talking about Chris.” In a semi aggressive whisper across the table, fake covering your mouth to exaggerate it “Scott how could you throw me under the bus?! were no longer best friends.”

Scott laughs and tosses back the last of his drink. “That is until you need someone to come over and hang out cause your bored.”

“Okay, well until then, your dead to me.”

“Deal Sweetheart, okay gonna go check on the others. Since you know, not a one of us left sober except for Mikey. Check on you two love birds later.”

As Scott left, Chris tossed the last bite to Dodger and you pushed away your plate, moving to a stand and coming around to sit on Chris’s lap, brushing your hand through his hand while he circled his arms around your waist and pressed his face in your chest, making your laugh. “Your not to upset I called in your friends, you really did need a night out Handsome.”

“Mmmph mmph mmoh” He mutters and you ease his head up, chuckling. “What?” your brow arches in question.

“Hell no, it was needed, but... “ His arm tightened around your waist and moved to a stand, not letting you go, your arm loped around his neck to balance while he braced his arm under your knees. “It was tricky and you didnt take away my phone.” Chris went around the table and started to the pool. As soon as you realized his intent and started to wriggle to try to get loose. “Dont you dare Chris... Chris! CHRISTOPHER DONT YOU DARE!”

But he did dare, and you went splashing into the pool, you shot back up sputtering when he to jumped in next to you, you swam over to where he would pop up, and shoved him back under. His hand snaked up to your boy shorts, pulling them off, leaving you squealing, and he shot up in front of you. Pushing your hands against his chest to push away from him, trying to escape, he dove after you, leaving you laughing and twisting away, till you came up behind him, yanking his own pants down, blowing water in his face when he turned around.

“Get your ass over here baby.” He growled and you shook your head, pushing the hair from your face and staying just out of his reach as you two circled around the pool till he ended up catching you right at the edge, and your legs wrapped around his waist, nipping at his lips playfully.

“Oops look like you caught me!” You grinned at him and he grinned back, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you back deeply. “My plan all along, wear you out and then I get to do what I want with you.”

Which he did, making you orgasm twice pressed between the pool wall and him, you two finally got out, and went to take a “quick” shower, the water going cold on you two, but at least the chlorine was washed off. Instead of really redressing, you slip on black panties and tank top, going out to pick up the patio table, and he follows you out to help, catching sight of your hips. “Oh shit baby, does that hurt?” He frowned and slid a hand over your hip. Frowning you look down, and chuckle.

His fingers must have gripped you pretty hard in the pool, as they fit exactly where he liked to grasp to get the most leverage in his thrusts. “Chris baby, I didnt even know they were there.” You purr as your arm loped around his neck and you nuzzled his neck. “So dont worry about it, It doesnt hurt at all.”

He looks doubtful, and you feathered kisses against his neck. “Promise, but you can make it up to me.” You grin and go back inside, which he followed you and the two of you worked on putting stuff away. “What is that Babygirl?”

“You can watch your video you sent me together so I can see you squirm and love me one more time in bed?”

He seemed to ponder that, and as you bent over the washing maching, his palm squeezed over your ass, making you arch.

“Deal baby, get that cute ass in bed with your phone.”

After dissecting the video in the most hilarious moments, you were laughing so hard tears were streaming down your face, awwing about how sweet he was, Chris took over and proved his words about how much he loved you in the best way possible, leaving you crying his name over and over. Did Chris end up unwinding? Most definitely. It was probably the best day hes had in a while.

Your plan worked like a charm.

[can-youimagine]

Adventures in Dye (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Request: Hi can i request a fic with Sebastian where the reader had plans to have her hair pastel pink but during the 2nd bleaching, most of her hair broke off, so she tried to fix it by having it cut short, but it turned out they cut it too short and dyed it neon pink instead. And the reader feels really bad and really ugly, like what would seb do to help her

TW: Terrible dye jobs

Word Count: 846

A/N: As much as I love hair dye, I’ve never bleached my hair, so there’s a good chance this doesn’t really line up. Also, I was totally picturing Pete Wentz’s pink hair for this.

Masterlist

As long as Sebastian knew you, you had colored hair. When you met, your hair was red. For your first anniversary, it was a pale blue. Now, you were growing tired of the deep purple you had.

“I like the pastels,” Sebastian says. “They make you look like a fairy.”

You giggle. “I’ve already done a blue. What about a pink?”

He stares at you for a moment, trying to think of what you would look like. “A perfect cotton candy princess.”

“Then, it’s set. I’ll make an appointment in the morning.”

You come into the appointment, with references like always. “I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Here to see Christine.”

The receptionist looks at you before flipping through her calendar. “Family emergency. Christine is out for the next week at least. We have you down to see Macy. Is that alright?”

“Of course.” You were nervous about seeing someone new. Christine had always given you perfect results, but you thought that you should at least give the girl a chance. If she was Christine’s replacement, she had to be good, right?

Well, all your hope was soon killed as you heard an “oops” as she was bleaching your hair. The mousy girl continues bleaching while explaining that your hair was brittle, to begin with, and broke.

Trying not to panic, you give her the okay to cut it. It will grow back. Or, you could get extensions. There were always options.

She nods, following your directions.

“Is this okay?” she asks, referring to the length. Not that your opinion really mattered, seeing as she already cut it.

You turn your head from side to side. The white hair reaches your chin. It is not at all what you wanted, but you could live with it. “Perfect.”

As she leaves to mix the color, you lean back and close your eyes. You couldn’t deal with another disappointment. That was a mistake. After your hair had set, washed, and dried, you saw the color.

Your jaw drops.

“Is it bad?” Macy asks.

“It’s...not was I expecting,” you answer honestly. You feel like crying. Your hair was about three inches shorter and resembled Pepto Bismol mixed with acid.

You quickly pay her and leave, wanting nothing more than to go back in time and never dye your hair. You consider buying the largest hat, but you know that it will only draw more attention to your head, and the last thing you want is anyone noticing you.

With a sigh, you walk into your apartment. You knew Sebastian was home, and you knew he expected a “cotton candy princess”, not a “glow in the dark lipstick princess”.

“Hey, babe,” he greets, as soon as the door opens. “Let me see.” He stands up from the couch and walks over to you. He has never been more grateful that he was an actor because his skills were certainly put to the test now. “It’s bold,” he states, running his fingers through your hair.

“You hate it, too.”

“No, no, no.” He kisses the top of your head. “It’s just not what I was expecting is all. It’s going to take some getting used to, but...it’s nice.”

You shake your head. “Whatever. It’s fine. I’ll get rid of it somehow.” You push past him and to your bathroom, hoping that if you wash your hair enough, the color will come out.

“No, love. It’s just different. I like it. I promise,” he calls after you, but you ignore him. You know it’s hideous, why can’t he see it?

After an hour, you realize that this is not going to work. Sighing, you step out of the shower and dry your hair. Hopefully, some of the color will have washed out.

“Sebastian?” you call into the apartment. Receiving no answer, you try again. “Babe?” After receiving no answer again, you pull out your phone to call him. It goes straight to voicemail, as if this day couldn’t get any worse.

You choose a random show and crawl into bed. You are there for at least an hour before you hear the door open and Sebastian call out for you. “(Y/N), babe. Come here. I have a surprise for you.”

As much as you want to be mad at him for leaving you, he came back, presumably with food. Or a hat. So, you climb out of bed to greet him.

You gasp when you see him. He sports the same obnoxious pink as you. “Seb...you didn’t have to-”

“Shh. It’s cute. On you and me. Also, I have no idea how to get this out, so we’re stuck like this.”

You laugh and hug him. “You did this for me?”

“Of course. You weren’t going to listen to me, so I needed to show you.”

You both make your way back to the bedroom to resume your show, but Sebastian has an idea. He pulls out his phone and asks you to pose with him. He posts the picture with a simple cherry blossom emoji as the caption.

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Bedtime Stories

So this was like an idea which @mycapt-ohcapt was like no I am writing it and not her and she is like the best of the best ever! for helping me with this and to @theycallmebecca for the editing as my grammar is like shocking and horrible and she came in and was so quick love her to bits. It is funny as they both plus @littleplebe have been nagging me to do this and I was like oh hell no and now I have holy shit it is scary. This was an idea after seeing the Second Cbeebies episode Chris is killing me softly! hope you all enjoy

Pairing: Chris Evans Reader x her

Rating: G

Warnings: Fluff and feels

Summary: Chris arrives home to surprise his wife and son.

At the bedroom door you remained quiet, watching and grinning at the sight before you. Seeing them brought a warm smile to your lips and you couldn’t help thinking of how lucky you were to have met and fallen in love with her. Yeah, there had a few hurdles and bumps along the way, but you both made it out the other side and look where you were at now. After dating for 1 1/2 years and being married for 3, you already have a gorgeous little boy named Mikhail.  

 You loved that name and your wife’s reason for choosing it. It still amused you to remember how horrified her mum was that her grandson was being named after a character in her favourite novel series. You truly loved the name, though, and, honestly,” you couldn’t say no to her. Although it took a bit for her mum to warm up to the idea, as soon as she'd seen baby Mikey, she had been smitten like everyone else in the family had been.  

 Refocusing on the back of the rocking chair glider, you saw the glow and realized she had the tablet in her hands and it was playing the first episode of Cbeebies. You could see Mikey’s profile as he sat on the side of her lap, cradled in her arm. From this vantage point, you could see her brown hair and his ginger blonde head close together. You could hear Mikey babbel and look at his mum, then look back at the screen. There was a confused look on the child’s face, which brought a smile to yours, as the person on the screen looked like daddy, sounded like daddy, but every time the baby touched the screen where daddy's face and eyes were, the screen would pause.

 You chuckled softly at hearing your son’s, “No! Imme my daddy ack n ow!”, followed by mummy laughing and saying, “Hang on sweetie, let mummy fix it for you.”

 The child wasn’t having it and had to keep being softly corrected, “No no don’t touch the screen! You need to listen to mumie.”At this age he still lacked impulse control and continued trying to free daddy from the screen, “I wan daddy ack now now, mummy!”.She patiently answered, “I will, sweetheart, you just have to not touch the screen while I’m touching the screen. The tablet doesn’t know what to do sweetie, okay?”

 Grabbing your left pec, you desperately tried to hold in the big laugh that was just was dying to come out. It gave you so much joy and happiness to have this family and seeing Mikey get frustrated and confused was the funniest and cutest thing you had ever seen. His facial expressions were just like yours; both of you could pull the exact same face whenever you were frustrated, annoyed, happy, or just down right confused.

 As soon as the video started to play again and your voice came through the speakers, the absolute joy and happiness on Mikey’s face was just euphoria. He screamed in that high pitch he loved to  do, “DADDY!” You winced at the volume, but smiled broadly as you heard your son babble about things, every so often saying “Daddy” again and looking at mum with a grin before turning his attention back to the tablet, cooing.

 You had entered the home quietly, leaving your main suitcases down stairs at the front door.   Your backpack was at your feet, however, with small treasures inside for both of your loves, but you didn’t want to interrupt the scene before you just yet. Leaning in the doorway, it felt like your heart would burst from your chest watching your family. A mental note was made to send flowers, chocolates, and a 2-day spa treatment voucher to your P.A for getting you to do the episodes in the first place. You felt your eyes water hearing the two of them chatting, Mikey still babbling away about this that and “Mr. Squiggle.” That was a new term and you knew you’d have to ask about it later.

 The video ended and your son started to sob, getting himself worked up.  He was screaming that he wanted daddy back now, questioning why you wasn’t there. He began sobbing, missing you so dearly. You wife was trying to soothe him, rocking him with the chair. “Look! There’s a new story daddy read just for you.” The video started and Mikey’s crying subsided, gasping breaths taking over as he got under control.    

 The sobs were your undoing.  You couldn’t stand by and watch it anymore so you decided to surprise them. Walking quietly across the carpet towards the chair, their focus on the tablet and the video starting, you softly began speaking the words you still had memorized from the book.

 Upon hearing your voice, your son’s head sprang up and he looked at you with a look of pure shock, eyes puffy from crying. The smile upon your wife’s face was practically blinding. You got to the back of the chair and moved to Mikey’s side, a cry of joy coming from your little man before he screamed, “DADDY!!!!!!!! Ou here ou here!” Mikey wiggled out of his mum’s arms and into yours, his little body trembling with joy as you held him tight against your chest. Turning your head you pressed your nose into your little angel’s head, breathing in the bath wash scent used before bedtime. You covered his face in kisses, telling him how much you loved and missed him.  You told him about seeing Uncle Seb, Uncle Rob and Uncle Tony, and how they had all sent their “Hello’s”.

 Finally, turning to your wife, you saw that both of your faces had tears streaming down them, smiles beaming wide as you looked into each other’s eyes. You exchanged “I love you’s” at the same time. She had stood up once the baby was off her lap and now you were able to pull her close with your other arm, mumbling in between kisses how much you missed each other.  

 You were all in one big cuddle pile with the video still playing, tablet now resting upon the glider, and, as the Chris in the video wished everyone good night, you couldn’t help but think how fate had worked and how lucky you were with your own little family.

 Mikey was still babbling away and telling you both about Mr. Squiggle. Eyebrows raised in confusion, you turned to your wife and asked, “Who, or what, is a Mr. Squiggle?” She began laughing through her tears and said she’d show you later.

 Seeing the time, you released your wife and held onto your son with both hands, bringing your foreheads together.“Okay, it’s bed time, Mikey, time to calm down, buddy.” He whined, “Nooo!” but you held your ground. As much as you could be a goof who loved playing and mucking around with your little boy and pushing the rules, the one rule you remained firm on was bed time!

 “I will read you a bedtime story and tuck you in, but you need to be in bed now or no movie time with daddy tomorrow." Mikey wiggled down and ran to his bed where he climbed in and then sat up, patting the bed saying,“Eady, daddy.”  

 You started towards the bed when an arm grabbed you, your wife pulling you back for a moment.  She said again how much she missed you, squeezing you tight and saying you would need to talk more later. She gave you a wink and you raised an eyebrow in return, asking what she was up to.  

 With a teasing look she said, “Nothing really, I just love that we’re such awesome and good parents.” You played along with her, rubbing your hands together quickly and replying back with a goofy grin, “Yeah, this is sooo much easier than I thought it would be.”

 “That’s good news, hopefully it will be just as easy when we have another baby,” she said, lovingly stroking your face.

 “Oh, I think it will be, hun, and I’m never wrong,” you answered with a smirk.

 “Oh, really?” she asked, leaning in closer to kiss you on the lips, “Well, we might be a bit outnumbered.”  

 Laughing you say, “Hun, we can’t be outnumbered. There will be two of us and two of them, plus Dodger but he’s easy. If we have one more it will be even.

 She gives you a knowing smile before breaking out giddy laughter, reaching up to tap your cheek.  “Chris, honey, you are so cute and adorably funny. We won’t be even, we will be outnumbered 3 to 2.”  

 You stand there in the middle of the room, confused but beginning to put the puzzle together,  after she moves to Mikey a sweet kiss good night before walking towards the door.  “I’ll be down stairs putting your clothes in the basket for tomorrow.” Mikey piped up again with, “Daddy, storew time!”   

 On replay, what she said finally hits you and within seconds you go from utter shock to complete jubilation. She had just made it out of the room when you ran to her side, exclaiming your joy.  You picked her up in the hallway, twirling her around. Not wanting to be left out, Mikey climbed down off the bed and ran with little legs towards you both.  He was laughing, thinking it was a game.

 “Chris, please, you have to stop, I’m gonna get sick,” she said, tapping your arm but still squealing with laughter. You set her down, embracing her gently before holding her at arm's length and looking into her green eyes with concern.

 “Are you were okay?  Are the babies okay?  Do you need anything?”

 Shaking her head, she smiled, “I’m fine, okay, here’s the plan. I'll go down stairs and clean out your suitcases. You calm down Mikey and read him a story, tuck him in. After you’ve showered and brushed your teeth I will meet you in our bedroom, okay? We can talk and chat about when and how long I knew, and all that jazz later.”

 “Okay, as long as you do no heavy lifting!  Nothing that will hurt you or the babies”

 “I know, hun, I know, but have I ever done what I am not supposed to do?”

 You rolled your eyes, smirking a little before answering, “Yes!”

 She playfully slaps you on the arm. “It wasn’t that bad, Chris. I’ll meet you in about 30 minutes time, okay?”

 You give her another kiss and a nod before turning to you the soon-to be big brother. “Okay, buddy, let’s have ourselves a special bedtime story.”

The End or is it?

[sebbystanimagines]

prompt: @overlordred: Hi! I'm pretty new to your blog but I'm just in a rapture over it and have reread a lot of your guy's stuff. Do you think for your MOWP you could do a one shot with a plus size reader and Sebby where they're in the same circle of friends and they like each other but when Seb asks her out she has a REALLY hard time believing it?? I understand if you don't wanna do it or it takes you a while to get to it. Thank you so much for this amazing project!!

warnings: just sad, overall. Might have a part two, not sure.

author’s note: Having a bad night, saw this and thought I would tackle it. Anxiety sucks. A Lot. 

You adjusted your dress for the umpteenth time. It was a habit, as your dresses seemed to ride up all over your fat body. What you wouldn’t give to have a fit body. 

People chattered all around you. It was expected as all your friends wanted to go out and eat dinner tonight. You couldn’t say no as food was your weakness. Plus, Sebastian would be there. It was hard to say no to him as well. 

“Y/N, you made it!” Chris exclaimed, getting out of his chair. He hugged you with such joy. It was nice to earn a hug. Though the fact that your arms fit around him but it felt like his didn’t fit around you sent your heart plummeting.

“I did. Mikey had been bothering me about it all weekend.” Your referred to the minx-like red head sitting between two other friends. Chris held your seat out but you urged him to sit down. He wasn’t that strong. 

Your friends chattered while you looked at the menu. Something in you said to get something healthy, but you ignored it. You really loved food, and good food at that. Just another meal, you told yourself.

“Sebastian, you finally got here. Thought it would take you ages.” Christy said. Sebastian laughed, hugging everyone. He finally made it to you with the biggest smile on his face. You couldn’t stop the blush on your cheeks. 

The hugs from Sebastian always made your insides tingle. He was so warm and loving from day one. The two of you had been friends for about a year now. It was a great friendship, and it was unlikely to be anything more.

“It’s good to see you.” Sebastian kissed you cheek before sitting next to you. Flustered didn’t even tough how your felt. It wouldn’t go away for a while, either. 

Everyone ordered dinner, and talked while waiting. You grew more light-hearted as you talked to your friends. They brought out the best in you. It made you thankful to have them.

The food came, and it went. You didn’t think anything of it. They were used to seeing you eat. How you felt about that was unclear...

Music was always your favorite...until it was pounding in your ear. That made you rather irritable. Though your friends wanted to go clubbing. You wouldn’t be the party pooper.

“Hey, I have a question.” Sebastian leaned close to your ear so you could hear him. You blushed again just because of proximity. He had a way of making your blood rush. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Mikey videoing from the side. You were immediately suspicious of the interaction. She knew you didn’t like videos or pictures of yourself. 

“Would you be up for a date next week?” Sebastian asked. You smiled and began to stutter. It was too good to be true!

Wait...it WAS too good to be true. 

Your smile dropped, pulling away a bit. Your heart was racing for the wrong reasons.

“Is that why she’s videoing? Is this a prank?” You asked. There was no way Sebastian would want to go out with you. Sebastian gave you a quizzical look, hand on your hip. 

“No, I was hoping it would be a sweet reaction. This isn’t a prank, Y/N.” Sebastian said. You shook your head.

“I don’t believe that.” You said. Mikey dropped her phone and tried to move closer. You felt like a frightened deer. All you wanted to do was run for safety.

“Y/N,” that was the last thing Sebastian got out before you ran for the door. Fight or flight kicked in, and your wings were out. It wasn’t real. He didn’t like a girl like you.  

[calpalirwin]

The Promise

Summary: Continuation of The Promise Part 1

A/N: I’M EMOTIONAL!!!!

Content: Dad!Ash and his growing family.

Word Count: 1.7K

And away, and away we go!

Part 2

Ashton’s phone rang shrilly. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he giggled pulling out his phone. He rolled his eyes as he answered the phone. “Seriously, Cal? You guys do this to us every damn time.”

“Yeah, well we got a situation on our hands, mate,” Calum replied in a clipped tone. “Nora! Talk to your dad!”

Ashton heard his daughter scream in the background. “I don’t want to talk to him! I said leave me alone!”

Ashton chuckled. “Can I finish my date, or?”

“I dunno, mate. She’s locked herself in the bathroom. Her attitude is through the roof. I haven’t seen her this bad in… fuck, how long has it been?”

Ashton chuckled again, remembering all too well. “Alright, alright. Be there in 10.”

“Super dad duty calls?” she chuckled as Ashton ended the call.

He offered her his hand as he stood up, taking her with him. “C’mon, darling. Let’s go see why our babysitters suck this time.”

~~~

“Daddy?” Nora’s voice whispered in the dark, followed by a loud sniff.

Ashton rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawning. “What’s wrong, love?”

“I want Mommy,” was the heartbroken response before the six year old was crawling in next to him, and her tears were soaking his shirt.

“Shh, love,” he soothed, now wide awake and moving to cradle his daughter. “We’ll go see her tomorrow, okay?”

“Can we call her?” she sniffed.

“Call her?” he asked, confused. “Love, we can’t call her. I wish we could, but we’ll go see her tomorrow, okay? First thing, I promise.”

“No, not Momma. Call Mommy!”

Ashton blinked. Maybe he was still half-asleep, but he could’ve sworn Nora just called Y/N “mommy”. “Y/N? You want me to call Y/N?”

“Yeah! Mommy!”

“Oh! Yeah, love, we can call Mommy.” He grabbed his phone, not even glancing at the time as he pulled up her contact and hit call.

“Ash?” he voice mumbled sleepily as she picked up on the first ring. “Ash, it’s… 2 am. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, darling. Nora wanted you.”

“Mommy!” Nora said, grabbing the phone. “Mommy, I miss you!”

“Sweetie, hi!”

Ashton laid back against the pillows, a smile on his face, listening to Nora talk with Y/N. “Baby, you’re insane,” he whispered.

The night air blew at the curtain by his open window.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled.

“Daddy? Who are you talking to?”

“I’m talking with Momma, love. See the curtain moving?”

“Momma’s here?”

“Momma’s always here.”

“Can Mommy always be here, too?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged, taking the phone back from Nora. “What do you say, darling? Move in with us?”

“I’d love too. Goodnight my sweeties. I love you”

“Good night, Mommy! Love you!”

“Good night, darling, I love you.” He put his phone back on his nightstand and watched the curtain blow widely. “Yes, good night to you too, baby,” he giggled.

The curtain continued to blow.

“Yeah? You think?”

“What’s Momma saying Daddy?”

He got out of bed and opened his sock drawer, pulling out a small ring box. A ring he never got the chance to give Katie. “But this was supposed to be yours, baby.”

“What is it, Daddy?” appearing at his side.

Ashton crouched down to show his daughter the ring. “I was supposed to give this to Momma. Do you think Mommy would like it?”

Nora’s eyes went wide. “Marry Mommy?”

“Is that okay? Can I marry Mommy? Can she join our family?”

Nora clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing on her feet. “Yes, yes, yes!”

The curtain blew softly for the rest of the night.

~~~

“Mommy, Daddy!” Sebastian hollered, crashing into his parents as they walked in the door.

“Seb! Where’s Nora and your uncles?” Y/N asked their five year old son. 

“And why aren’t you in bed?” Ashton added, raising an eyebrow. 

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. “They’re all busy. Uncy Mikey said he’d play with me and he didn’t.” The little boy crossed his arms.

Ashton scooped up the boy and started for the staircase. “You will have to play with Uncy Mikey another night, okay? You need to be in bed, bubba.”

“Nora, just come out of the ba- Ash! Y/N! You’re here!” Calum said, hurriedly rushing over to the pair and wrapping them in a hug. “We’ll take Seb. You can deal with her.”

~~~

“I love you, darling” he murmured as he pulled out of the kiss. Then, he was sinking himself down on his knees, pulling out the small box. “You make me happier than I ever thought was possible. You’ve never tried to fill in that piece of me that I felt I was missing, but instead opened up a whole different piece and made it your own. We love you, and we want to spend our lives with you, as a family. Marry me Y/N?”

“Ash,” she breathes, tears in her eyes. Her gaze shifted to Nora, who was watching with her big wide eyes. “Nora.”

“Say yes, Mommy. Please!” Nora begged. 

“Yes!” Y/N laughed, a hand reaching out to ruffle Nora’s hair before Ashton was scrambling to his feet and spinning both his girls around in circles, their laughs echoing around them.

In the corner of the room, the curtain blew.

~~~

“Nora, can I come in, love?” Ashton asked, rapping his knuckles against the bathroom door.

“Go away!”

“Love, come on.”

The door flung open and he smiled gratefully at his daughter, her eyes red from tears, her hair a wild mess. “Hey, love. Can we talk?” he asked, keeping his voice soft.

Nora let loose a wild scream and slammed the door in his face. “LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Ashton pinched the bridge of his nose, taking slow steady breaths. “Don’t get mad, don’t get mad. Baby, she got your attitude, you know that, yeah?”

Y/N chuckled and patted Ashton’s chest affectionately. She adored the way he still talked to Katie when he thought no one was listening. “Let me try?”

Ashton nodded and kissed her forehead, forever grateful for the woman in front of him.

Y/N knocked on the bathroom door. “Sweetie, it’s me. Can I come in?”

The door opened a crack and Nora’s arm reached out to grab Y/N’s, dragging the woman inside before the door slammed again.

~~~

“Hey, baby,” Ashton smiled, running his fingers over the tombstone. “Sorry, I don’t get over here as much anymore. Life’s been… well,” he broke off in a chuckle as he sat down. “You know. I know you know. I know you’ve been watching. Nora is growing more like you every day. Can you believe she’s seven already? I still remember when we brought her home. God, she was so small.” 

He paused to wipe at his face and chuckle again. “I know I don’t say it enough. I know I was angry with you for a while. I mean, I love you. How could I want to be with anybody else? I was supposed to be with you. But, I get it now. Well, I think I got it the moment I met her. I mean, I know Crystal set us up, but part of me knows you had a lot to do it with. You never could leave well enough alone, could you, baby? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for wasting time being angry with you. I know now you just wanted to make sure Nora and I were taken care of. And we are. Y/N is so wonderful. I still can’t believe she married me. Did I tell you we’re having a son? God, Nora’s so fuckin’ excited to be a big sister. God, baby, I’m so happy. And I’m so sorry. And I’m so… so many things, it’s crazy. But you knew that already.”

He was about to continue when he got tackled from behind with a loud, “Daddy!”

“Love!” he greeted, pulling Nora over his shoulder, listening to her laugh with glee. “Did you and Mommy have fun?”

“Yeah! We bought Seb some presents. Hi, Momma! Did Daddy tell you about Seb?” And just like that, Nora was chattering away, catching her mom up on all her adventures.

“How ya doing, Ash?” Y/N asked, wrapping her arms around Ashton’s shoulders and kissing his cheek.

“I’m okay,” he answered honestly, kissing at the knuckles around her wedding band.

Her eyes were worried as she peered at his face, reading him, studying him. “You sure?”

He nodded. “Yeah, darling. Never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Family photo?” she asked, waving her phone.

“Family photo,” he grinned. “Nora, let’s take a family picture!”

“You and Nora first,” Y/N instructed as they crowded around the tombstone.

“Not a chance, darling,” Ashton said, reaching out his hand to pull her down with him and Nora.

“Yeah, Mommy, we’re all a family.”

“Thank you, Katie,” Y/N murmured under her breath so they wouldn’t hear her. But they heard her. And they grinned bigger.

~~~

The bathroom door opened and Nora walked out with Y/N, smiles on both their faces. “Well?” Ashton asked impatiently.

Nora rolled her eyes and huffed. “I just needed Mom, okay?”

“Okay, but could you do it without the attitude next time?”

The girl gave another roll of her eyes. “Could you not get me a babysitter? I’m thirteen. I can watch Seb by myself. I’m a…” her voice dropped to a whisper, “a woman, now, Dad.”

Ashton’s eyes went wide and he looked at Y/N, who just shrugged. “She’s right, Ash. She’s not a little girl anymore. We’re off to the pharmacy.” 

Both women kissed his cheek and then they were bounding down the stairs. From the open bathroom door, he saw the curtain blowing. He clicked his tongue and chuckled. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either.”

“Who are you talking to, Daddy?” Sebastian’s voice piped up behind him, making him jump.

He reached down to pick up his son. “I’m talking with Katie, bubba.”

His eyes lit up and he waved at the curtain. “Hi, Momma!”

The curtain blew more.

Sebastian giggled. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, bubba?”

“Can we all go see Momma tomorrow?”

Ashton smiled and hugged Sebastian tighter to him. “That sounds wonderful, bubba. Think Mommy and Sissy will like that?”

He nodded excitedly. “Mhm! We love Momma.”

“Me too,” he murmured, eyes locked on the curtain that was still blowing in the wind. He would always love Katie and the promise he made.

~~~

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Parent Teacher Conference

A/N: Anon request- Okay but single dad ashton au where he doesnt wanna risk getting his kid involved with a woman but ur the new teacher for them and yall meet and he falls madly for u

Content: All the feels! And swearing.

And away, and away we go!

~~~

“C’mon, Seb, get a move on,” I called out, peeking my head into the bathroom.

My carbon-copy of a son with a mop of brown-blond curls turned to me, toothbrush in his mouth, and grinned. “Dad! I’m in big kid school now!” his voice muffled around the toothbrush.

“Yeah, and you’re gonna be late if you don’t step it up a notch.”

4th grade. My 9 year old was going into 4th grade. I choked back the memories, refusing to cry, because “Dad, stop crying, it’s only 4th grade.”

“You’re right, bud, it’s only 4th grade,” I had told him, tucking him into bed last night. To him, it was only 4th grade. For me, this was also the anniversary of the day his mom left us 8 years ago.

I looked at my son, his brand new sneakers that would have scuff marks on them when I picked him up later, a long sleeved flannel tied around his waist. God, if it weren’t for the fact that he was clearly me- the eyes and the giggle were a dead give away- I swear he was Luke’s. “Uncle Lu tell you to dress like that?” I asked.

The curls bounced as his head bobbed up and down. “He said it was cool. And I wanna be cool, Dad. It’s 4th grade.”

I imitated my head exploding. God, when did this kid grow up? Seemed like just yesterday his entire body could fit in my hands.

“Dad? Dad!”

I shook my head, clearly the thoughts. “Yeah, bud?”

“Can we go now?” he asked, a Spider-Man backpack slung over one of his shoulders.

“C’mon, then,” I smiled.

~~~

It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried dating since Seb’s mom left us. I had. I was just very selective. I didn’t want to bring a woman home, have things go wrong, and be left to pick up not only my broken pieces but my son’s as well.

My heart was one thing. I’d been known to be reckless with it. But, my son’s was another matter entirely. He was too young to know heartache.

Plus every time I had to cancel a date last minute because Seb got sick, or left a date early because Seb called me in tears asking where I was, didn’t lend itself to much romance. Girls could go on and on about how hot single dads were, but what they failed to realize is that my son would always be my number 1 priority.

~~~

“Mr. Irwin, I’d like to talk to you about Sebastian. Is there anyway you can meet with me after school? Say 2:45?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. School had only been in session for a month. It couldn’t be time for parent-teacher conferences already. Which only meant one thing- something had happened with Seb. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Who was that?” Calum asked me.

“Seb’s teacher. She wants to talk with me after school.”

“Isn’t his teacher hot?” Mike asked.

“What? No… I mean, she’s attractive, sure. But, she’s his teacher.”

“Ooo, Ash like the teacher!” Luke teased.

I felt my face flush. Alright, maybe I did a little. She was attractive, stunningly so, and she was a teacher. Which meant she understood kids. And maybe, that just might mean she understood single dads.

~~~

“Hello?” I asked, sticking my head in the classroom at 2:45.

The bell had rung fifteen minutes ago and I still hadn’t seen my son. Now, I saw why, as he was hunched in his desk reading, a scowl on his face.

“Dad!” his face lit up when he heard my voice.

“Keep reading, Sebastian,” his teacher’s voice said firmly.

“Yes ma’am…”

“Mr. Irwin, glad you could make,” she smiled softly at me. “Please, have a seat.”

I moved to sit in chair she had just besides her desk. “So, you wanted to talk?” I asked.

“Yes. It seems your son had an incident with a classmate on the playground today.”

“Seb?” I asked, fighting to keep my voice level.

“Alex is a jerk! And she took away my recess!” he shouted at me.

“Sebastian,” both his teacher and I warned, and then I had to work at keeping the smile off my face.

“Anyway,” she said, turning her attention back to me. “There was an incident. Both boys lost their recess privileges for the rest of this week and next week.”

“You keep saying ‘incident,’ what happened exactly?”

“I keep saying ‘incident,’ Mr. Irwin, because your son is an incredibly… strong-willed individual.”

“You can just say he’s stubborn. And it’s Ash, please.”

“I prefer the term strong-willed, Ash,” she smiled at me again and I liked the way it was genuine and soft, her eyes crinkling at the edges. And I liked the way my name sounded rolling off her lips. And I was in trouble.

“So, my stubborn son won’t tell you what happened?”

“Precisely. And I’m not one to involve admin if I can help it. But in order to not involve admin, I need to know what happened. That’s where I’m hoping you can come in.”

“Seriously, Seb? She just said she’s not gonna send you to the principal, and you’re mad she took away recess from you?”

“She wouldn’t take my recess away if she knew what Alex said!” His book was now closed and clenched in his fists, vibrating with his tiny rage.

“Sebastian, I would love to know what Alex said,” she told him, keeping herself calm even though my son was far from it himself. Was that a special gift all teachers had, or just her? “But, every time I ask, you just tell me he was being a jerk. Maybe you’d like to tell your dad instead?”

“He is a jerk!” he screamed, throwing his book. “He’s… he’s… he’s a fuckin asshole!”

“Sebastian James Irwin! What the hell has gotten into you? Start explaining yourself, now!”

His face scrunched up as he realized I was now angry with him. “He said I didn’t have a mom!” he wailed at me before bursting into tears and running out of the classroom.

I fell back in my seat, watching him run off, my heart shattering in my chest. He was right. This Alex kid was a fuckin asshole.

“You okay?” her voice sounded, her hand touching mine.

“I thought I was doing everything right…”

“You are. Sebastian is by far one of the best students I’ve had. He’s so kind and polite to everybody. He’s funny, too. Which is why today surprised me. It seemed so out of character.”

“I better go after him,” I sighed, getting up.

“I’ll come with,” she offered, getting up herself.

It was the first time a girl had offered to come with me before when dad duty called. I couldn’t help it. I smiled at her.

“Now, I see where Sebastian gets his smile from,” she smiled back.

~~~

We found him huddled in the corner of the highest part of the play structure.

“Would you get down, please?” I asked from the ground. Climbing up there myself was going to be a bitch.

“No! Go away! I hate you!”

“Love you too, bud!”

“Where’s my mom?”

“I don’t know, bud. Come down so we can talk, please.”

“No!”

“That wasn’t a question, Seb.”

“I don’t care!”

“You have to the count of 3 to get down here, or I’m coming up there,” I said, really hoping I didn’t have to go up there after him. “1.”

“No!”

“2!”

“I hate you!”

3!” I started my ascent. My kid, the fuckin brat that he was, waited until I was on the middle platform before launching himself down the slide. “You stay right there,” I warned, moving to go back down.

“Sebastian,” I heard her voice say as he started to run. “Are we making smart choices right now, or are we acting on impulse?”

“Impulse…” he answered, stopping in his tracks.

“And, what do we want to do?”

“Make smart choices…”

“So, what do we do to calm our impulses, so we can make smart choices?”

“Breathe…”

“Alright, breathe with me. Ready?”

“Yeah…”

“And, inhale, 3, 4, 5, 6. Hold. Exhale, 4, 3, 2 , 1,” she coached as I watched. Was she trying to make me fall in love with her? “Better?”

“Better…”

“Alright, you ready to tell us what’s wrong?”

“Alex said-” he started, already getting upset again.

She held up a finger. “Calmly, Sebastian. What upset you?”

“My feelings were hurt when Alex said I didn’t have a mom.”

“Why?”

“Because it made me feel sad.”

“Why?”

“Because I have Dad. And Uncle Cal, Lu, and Mikey. And grandma. And Auntie Lauren, and Uncle Harry. And Auntie Crystal and Auntie Sierra.”

“Wow, sounds like you have a lot of people who love you.”

“But, I don’t have a mom…”

“Lots of people don’t have moms. Or dads. Spider-Man didn’t have his parents. Was he still loved?”

“Yeah…”

“So, what’s wrong?”

“Am I broken?”

“No, Seb,” I finally spoke up. Great. My life had come full circle. I was the man without a dad, raising a son without a mom. And now he was asking himself the same questions I used to ask myself. I crouched down to be eye level with him. “You know why you don’t have a grandpa?”

“Because… I dunno…”

“Because I don’t have a dad.”

“Where is your dad?”

“I dunno. But what I do know is that I’m not broken. And neither are you.”

“Are they in Heaven or…?” he asked, struggling with the concept of someone just abandoning him like it was nothing. Death made sense. But just straight up leaving your kid? Hell, even I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“No. I wish that were the case, but, no. They just left.”

“So, they didn’t want us…? Why?”

“I dunno, bud. But, I know that I want you. And I know that all your aunties, uncles, and grandma want you. We love you, Seb, and you’re always gonna have us. Promise.”

He nodded, seeming to accept that our love would be enough for him. Then, “Hey, Dad?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“Can Miss Y/L/N come with us to get ice cream?”

“Oh, you think you’re getting ice cream after this stunt? Keep dreamin, pal!”

“But, you promised if I got on A on my test we’d get ice cream. Show him, Miss! Show him my test!”

She laughed and nodded. “Sebastian did get an A on his fractions test. Perfect score in fact.”

“See? Pay up, Daddy-o!” Seb laughed at me.

“Who taught you to call me ‘Daddy-o’, Seb?” I asked, giggling.

“Uncle Lu!”

I laughed again. Of course it was. “Alright. But only 1 scoop.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said skipping off.

“So, would it be too forward if I asked you to ice cream? I mean, the kid… he’s been through a lot today. You don’t wanna break his heart, do ya?”

She laughed. “You rely on him to get all your dates?”

“Only the ones that are worth it. You’re great with him. He really likes having you as a teacher.”

“I really like having him as a student. I hear his dad’s pretty cute, too.”

“Cute dad, huh? Did you hear he’s single?”

“Oh, wow. Did you hear his teacher’s single too, and happens to love ice cream?”