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Some Quarantine Lovin’ Chapter Five: Love is a Many Splendored Thing

Marvel Highschool! AU

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Obscene amounts of fluff, kissing, swearing, kinda a lot of angst

Description: Bucky Barnes is absolutely, no doubt about it, in love with Y/N L/N. He’s loved her since the day he laid eyes on her in the third grade. He loved her when he had his own girlfriend, and when he was barely friends with her for a whole summer. And of course, in his freshman year, they are now stuck together. In a house. During a worldwide quarantine. This should be fun.

**WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEATH, CAR CRASH, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, AND INJURY IN THIS CHAPTER** 

Words:  5,207 words

A/N: Hey guys! We’re almost at the end of this series, and I’m a little sad. This was my first ever fic, so it’s always gonna be my baby. This chapter deals with death, mentions of abuse, and a car crash, so if you didn’t see my warning above, and you are triggered by any of these things, please do not read because I don’t want to upset any of you. However, if you do read and find something offensive, please please contact me and I will do my best to fix it, and I don’t mean any harm at all, and am sorry in advance. Also, I listened to this “howlos” playlist while writing this and it is an absolute masterpiece. Moving on from that, thank you so much to my beta @transparentfestivaltiger as always, and thank you for reading!

(also seb looks like a freakin’ baby here)

Things didn’t change as much as Bucky thought they would after he and Y/N confessed to each other. They still had the same sweet friendship from before, but now they could sneak in a kiss or two, and there were a lot more heated glances and affection. 

As soon as Y/N’s parents had come home that evening, they knew exactly what had happened. Of course, Mary and Charlie L/N had known that the pair of best friends liked each other: it had been obvious since the third grade. Though Y/N and Bucky may have not realized it that early, they had practically been an old married couple since the beginning of their friendship. Now that they were in a “relationship”(or as much of one as they could be in while quarantined together), they weren’t allowed to sleep in the same room together, and they were watched a lot closer. While Bucky blushed and apologized every time Y/N’s parents caught them kissing, Y/N laughed. She knew her parents were happy for her, and frankly, it was adorable to see Bucky turn into a bumbling mess. 

It had only been two weeks into quarantine when they had kissed, so they unfortunately still had to go to classes. Of course, no one else knew about it but their friends, but Bucky wanted to yell it to the world, thus having him proclaim, “I kissed Y/N L/N!” in their physics class, which disturbed Mr. Fury, but he congratulated them nonetheless. Yeah, there was non stop teasing from their classmates after that. 

The weeks kept rolling by, and soon enough, they had a week off of school for spring break, when Bucky took his best girl on a date. The two claimed to be in a relationship, but after Sam pointed out that Bucky had never actually asked Y/N out on a first date, he panicked. With the help of her parents, he managed to pull off a date at Prospect Park, right by the big lake. Bucky had insisted on being a “proper gentleman” like his mama has taught him, and went so far as to pick Y/N up from the front door, which her parents swore was the cutest thing they had ever seen. He made his mom’s old pumpkin pancake recipe, and they had breakfast for lunch, sitting in the grass, just talking for hours, and trying to refrain from removing their masks so they could make out with each other. Once it had finally hit evening, they walked hand in hand on the way back to her house and spent the rest of the night watching movies and cuddling.

After that, the duo wanted to spend the rest of spring break catching up on sleep that they had missed, but Y/N’s mom forced them to wake up at eight in the morning every day that week to get exercise. Neither of them were pleased. However, as much as they disliked the exercise, it gave them a chance to be alone. Y/N and Bucky went on tons of walks around Brooklyn, strolling down memory lane as they found someplace that they had forgotten about from when they were younger. It was nice for the two of them to just talk about their futures and how much the virus would affect it. 

Spring break was unwillingly coming to an end, but Mr. L/N refused to let either one of the students be seen in online classes until they had cut their hair. Sure, it was only mid-April, but Bucky’s hair had turned into a messy flop of brown hair that fell just past his ears. While Y/N opted to cut her hair herself(which resulted in a choppy, uneven cut that Bucky and her family made fun of), Bucky asked Y/N to cut it for him.

“Are you sure, Buck?” She chided. “You saw how mine came out, and you make fun of it, yet you still ask me to do it?”

The messy-haired boy sat in a chair in the bathtub, in just his boxers, holding a spray bottle of water. “Y/N, your hair may look like shit,” he grinned at her face of mock offense, “But I trust you completely with mine. Plus, you’ll actually be looking at it while you cut.”

“I was looking when I did my hair!” Y/N argued.

Bucky laughed at her exasperation. “If you were looking in the mirror while cutting that, it makes it so much more sad.” She scoffed at his witty comeback and snipped off a piece of his hair. “Hey, give me a warning!”

“Sorry, baby,” she giggled. “Are you ready now?” With a deep exhale and nod of his head, Y/N took the spray bottle from his hands and began to dampen his hair. It didn’t take too long, just a few quick snips by the base of his neck, and she considered it done, and a hell of a lot less scruffy looking. She had spent her last day of break looking at styles and instructions on how to cut hair on Pinterest, and while she knew she wasn’t a professional, she thought she did pretty damn well.

“Okay, Buck, you can look now.” Y/N handed him a small compact mirror, and he dramatically squeezed his eyes shut. Rolling her eyes at his reaction, she said, “Come on, quit being a drama queen. I think you look very handsome.”

Finally, Bucky opened his eyes and looked at his shorter cut. She was right, it didn’t look too bad, and he looked less “homeless” as her father had called it. Running a hand through his freshly cut hair, he grinned, but stopped after taking in her words. “Was I not handsome before, doll?” He wore a small frown on his face, which Y/N kissed off.

“Buck, you’re always handsome, don’t be silly.”

He smirked and pulled her onto his lap. “I know.”

She leaned her head down on his shoulder and whispered, “Cocky bastard.” He delivered a pinch to her hip, which made her yelp. Grinning, he kissed her and she turned in his lap to straddle him. Her hands slipped into his freshly cut hair and tugged, making him moan a little into her parted lips. During their make out, however, they didn’t hear the footsteps of Mrs. L/N, and only looked up when they heard her groan. 

“Good lord, can you two not keep your hands off of each other for five goddamn seconds?” Y/N quickly got up from Bucky’s lap under her mom’s careful watch. “Ria is on the phone, right now, but I’ll tell her to call back.”

At the mention of her older sister, Y/N jumped out of the bathtub. “No! No, I'm here, let me talk to her!” She scrambled to get to the phone, but slipped on the bath mat and landed on the tile with an “oof”. Bucky, being the protective boyfriend he was, immediately got up and ran to her.

“Are you okay, doll?” Her nose was a little red from bumping it on the ground, but she grinned nonetheless. Ria’s laughter could be heard over the phone, and her mom was trying very hard to stifle her laughter. With a quick nod, she took Bucky’s hand and got up.

“I’m great! Ria, you’re a little shit.” The girl stalked over to the phone and started talking and squabbling animatedly with her sister on the call. 

Bucky and Mrs. L/N took one look at each other and started cracking up together. She pulled him into a hug, and whispered, “You make her so happy, Bucky. Thank you so much.”

He looked up to this mother figure of his and shook his head. “No. Thank you, Mrs. L/N, for being so happy for us. To be honest, I didn’t think you or Mr. L/N would be too happy ‘cuz of my father.”

The older woman frowned at Bucky and looked at him dead in the eyes. “You have nothing to feel guilty about, Bucky. Your father doesn’t define you as a person and trust me, James, you are the best kid that I know. You take good care of your little sister and all who you love, and every day I think about how lucky your mother was that she got to have a kid like you.”

Bucky’s eyes started to fill with tears, but he managed to whisper out a “thank you” with a croaky voice. Dropping a kiss to his forehead, Mrs. L/N walked away, leaving him with a sad smile on his face until Y/N popped her head back into the bathroom.

“Buck! Ria wants to talk to us both! She misses you a ton.” He wiped the tears from his eyes, which Y/N noticed, but didn’t mention, and went to grab his hand to walk to her bedroom and talk to Ria.

School started again the next day, leaving the six students in their friend group complaining and nearly on the verge of crying within the first two classes. They didn’t have finals this year, but teachers still assigned them “tests”, which really were the same thing with a different name. 

As it grew closer and closer to the end of the year, it became hotter and hotter, Y/N and Bucky becoming sweaty messes in their study rooms. One particular early May afternoon, Y/N sat in her bedroom, waiting for her play rehearsal to start. This year, they were (going) to put on a production of Steve Martin’s Picasso at the Lapin Agile. She was cast as Freddy, the local Parisian bartender, so she was working on her accent with her lines from her script.

“Yeah, well, we're all writers, aren't we? He's a writer that hasn't been published, and I'm a writer who hasn't written anything.” Y/N spoke loudly. From behind her, she heard a booming laugh.

Bucky stood in her doorway, grinning, no shirt on due to the blaring hot weather. “If that was your French accent, then you definitely need to keep working on it.”

He walked into the room, swooping down to place a kiss on Y/N’s awaiting lips. His arms would’ve wrapped themselves around her shoulders, but she quickly pushed him back. Chucking at his frowning expression, she said, “It is way too hot to be hugging me right now, but we can settle for a romantic high five.”

“A what?” 

She sighed like it was the most obvious thing. “Well, as much as I would love to, I cannot hug you right now because it’s too hot. What I can offer you, however, is a romantic high five. A high five that says, we’re not just friends, but we’ve been dating for about a month and it’s not just platonic.”

Amused expression on his face, he plopped himself down on her bed. “And how would one share a ‘romantic high five’ with their ridiculously beautiful girlfriend?” Grinning, she walked over to him and gave him a high five while kissing him. He smiled against her lips, and asked, “Like that?”

With one more peck, she sat back in her seat and picked up her phone. “Exactly like that.” They were fools who were completely, and utterly in love with each other, though neither of them had said it to the other yet. Lovesick smiles painted on their faces, they both sat staring at each other until Mrs. L/N suddenly broke into the room, wide eyes teary and a frown on her face. Both of the kids looked to each other, then at the mom. 

“Mom, what is it?” It was concerning for Y/N to see her mom in this panicked state, considering that her mom was well put together, and she had only seen her break down on a few occasions. 

She turned to Bucky, and with a small voice, said, “It's your father, Bucky. He’s gotten into a crash.”

Silence.

That was all that was left in the room. When Bucky’s heartbeat stopped pounding, he could hear his harsh breathing and see Y/N in front of him, her hand covering his heart. “James, can you hear me? You passed out.” Her hand moved to his cheek to wipe off tears he hadn’t even known were falling. “My mom’s getting Becca into the car so we can go to the hospital, though I told her you might not want to go right now. He’s going to be in surgery for the next few hours, but it’s whatever you need, okay, James? Whatever you need.”

He sat up, grabbing Y/N’s hands and squeezing on to them tight. “I want to go.” Though Bucky was worried, he pulled himself together on the outside. Goddamn it, Barnes, he thought, pull yourself the fuck together. He knew he was being too harsh on himself, but it was part of his nature, and he couldn’t get rid of the nagging voice in his head telling him to do better. “I’ll go put a shirt on and meet you guys in the car. Do your parents have masks?” Y/N nodded, tears in her eyes, and placed a featherlight kiss to his forehead before he left.

He grabbed a hoodie from the guest room, and turned to leave, but saw Becca’s baby animal book. It had been his before, something his mom would read to him to calm him down, and he saw it as his comfort object. Snagging it from the bedside table, he ran through the halls and out the door, where he saw Mr. and Mrs. L/N sitting in the front, and Y/N waiting for him with the car door open on the left side. He and Y/N climbed into the back seat and strapped themselves in, trapping Becca in her car seat in between the two teens. 

Becca’s pretty blue eyes were teary, and she whimpered quietly, almost as if she knew what was going on around her. She was just one year old, still so innocent, and wasn’t even aware that her father never looked after her, or beat her mother before she had died giving birth to her. Bucky grabbed onto her foot softly, an action that consoled Becca’s quiet cries. 

The car rumbled beneath them, and Y/N looked over to Bucky on the other side of the car. His face was stoic, staring out of the window with a sheen of calm surrounding him. His eyes weren’t teary anymore, but she could see the storm that was brewing beneath them. She knew that he was worrying a lot, his thoughts probably a jumbled mess of negativity, and underlying guilt. It wasn’t his fault, not even close, but she knew for a fact he was blaming himself anyway. She reached over to lay her palm over the hand that was holding Becca’s foot, and Bucky looked over to Y/N’s eyes, and gave her a small, sad smile. 

The rest of the car ride was silent, Y/N’s parents choosing to say nothing, knowing that Bucky didn’t want to talk. He would always get closed off with his emotions during hard times, and it took him a very long time to open up about his feelings. When the New York-Presbyterian Brooklyn Methodist Hospital came into view, Bucky’s heart started to beat at an alarming rate. 

“Y/N, Bucky, how about we drop you off at the front, okay? Tell them that you are his son, they’ll help you.” Y/N’s mom was facing them, trying to remain calm. Bucky nodded, and when they pulled up to the front, the two students worked together to get Becca out of her seat and jump out of the car. Y/N hoisted the small baby up onto her hip as Bucky grabbed her hand and led them inside the doors. 

The light was an unnatural blinding white, and people surrounded the waiting room with masks on. There were people sleeping, people tapping their feet nervously, and people looking like they would love nothing more than to get out of the room. Briskly, the two marched up to the reception desk. Surprisingly, it was Bucky who spoke up.

“Excuse me, ma’am, my name is James Barnes, I’m the son of George Barnes, and I believe he’s in surgery right now. His contacts are the same for all of us, and I think you called a Mary L/N to inform us of the accident.”

The pretty blonde at the desk looked surprised at the straightforward greeting from the young boy, but she just adjusted her mask over her nose a bit more and nodded. After a few seconds of typing, she turned to the side and grabbed a file of paperwork. “Hi James, my name is Tina, and I’m a nurse here. Your dad is going to be in surgery for about an hour more I believe, but here’s the paperwork that you or Mrs. L/N are going to need to fill out. If you have any questions, you can come ask me.”

With a quick thank you to Tina, the three children went to go sit in the back of the waiting room, where a small cluster of seats stood. Y/N texted her mom to let her parents know that they had made it inside quickly while Bucky started filling out the forms. “Wait, Y/N, can you ask your mom to bring the book that’s sitting in the backseat?” 

He knew it was trivial, but he really needed that book. Y/N could see the pleading in his eyes, and nodded without question. She would have to ask him later. “Of course, James.” She always called him James during serious moments, knowing that it was what his mom called him, and it soothed him a lot. He continued to fill out the information he knew on the papers. About ten minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. L/N came in, masks on and book in hand from the parking lot. There was only one seat left, so Mr. L/N let his wife sit as he stood and looked around the area. 

It was surprisingly very quiet for the next hour and a half. Bucky had finished the paperwork with the help of Mrs. L/N within thirty minutes, but he spent the rest of his time assuring Steve’s family he was okay on a phone call and reading the baby book to Becca over and over again. 

“Not a hot dog; my hot dog.” Bucky spoke in a higher pitched voice than normal. He was always gentle with his little sister, wanting her to know that he was a calming, caring presence in comparison to his loud father. Becca pointed to the pigeon holding a hot dog on the page, giggling and spouting nonsensical baby gurgles. 

Y/N smiled at the two, and closed her eyes while listening to Bucky read the children’s book. Though he had read it numerous times in their time in the waiting room, his soothing voice just lulled her to sleep even more. She hummed a song under her breath, and let sleep take over her. 

“Mary L/N! Is there a Mary L/N in here?” A nurse dressed in baby blue scrubs and a mask entered the waiting room and Bucky shot out of his chair. Y/N rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and brought Becca closer to her chest. As Y/N’s mom raised her hand, the nurse walked towards them. “Can I talk to you alone please?”

Bucky and Y/N looked at each other with confusion written on their faces, but Mrs. L/N answered the kind nurse before Bucky could open his mouth. “Of course, lead the way.”

He knew what this meant. There was no other reason that the nurse would ask to speak to the parent alone, and his heartbeat started speeding up again. A lump rose in his throat, and he was barely able to say, “Can I hold my sister please?” Y/N nodded, knowing what the nurse and her mom were talking about as well. She handed the now quiet baby over to his shaking hands, and looked into his eyes. 

They didn’t even shed a tear.

Bucky could barely remember walking down the white hallways, turning the corner, taking deep breaths and holding onto Mrs. L/N’s hand. Y/N and her dad weren’t allowed in, as they were trying to keep as low of a number as possible inside the room, so he didn’t have the comfort of his girlfriend being there with him as he faced one of his greatest fears. 

The room was quiet when they entered, another nurse and a doctor standing at the foot of the bed where George Barnes lay. His eyes were shut from what Bucky could see, but his head was bruised and covered in a bandage, most likely covering a shaved head and gaudy scars. “He was drunk, James, he didn’t have control, and the other car didn’t see him either. He had serious trauma to the head, and a broken wrist when he entered surgery. George was in critical condition when he was brought in, but he died in surgery. I’m sorry.”

Bucky managed to nod numbly and look down at his dad. He didn’t know what to say to him. “We’ll give you a few minutes alone.” The nurses and doctor shuffled out of the room and Mrs. L/N placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder.  

“Do you want me to leave, James?” Again, he softly nodded without a word and didn’t look up as her footsteps echoed away in the empty room. Bucky secured his arms around Becca better as he walked over to take his father’s cold hand.

Bucky could only hear his heartbeat, as all the monitors were off. Even his little sister was quiet, her small squirms nonexistent. He took a few deep breaths through his mouth,and let them out through his nose. His blue eyes focused on his father’s hands, ones that used to bring him so much pain and suffering, that now laid limp and still. Finally, Bucky let out the three words that he had never heard back from his father. 

“I love you.” Pause. Becca started moving around again, but he shushed her gently. “I think that’s all that needs to be said. Goodbye.”

He placed a soft kiss on his dad’s temple, and left quickly. As soon as he opened the door, he pushed past all the people waiting for them to be done and made his way back to Y/N in the waiting room. He could hear the doctor calling his name after, but Mrs. L/N must have stopped him because he stopped hearing it after a while. Y/N stood up when she saw Bucky, but he silently grabbed her hand and led them outside. Glancing over her shoulder, she shooed her dad away, and followed him outside.

She didn’t speak until they were back in the car. They had walked around for a while, realizing they didn’t know where it was. Settling into their seats, Y/N took the bottle of hand sanitizer from the front seat cup holder and squeezed some into both of their hands. “Are you okay, James?” 

He looked at her with a straight face. “Yeah.” She frowned with his short answer, but she knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“Bucky, you know it’s okay to cry, it’s just me here. It’s okay to let your emotions out sometimes. You can talk to me, like always.” She reached over to take his hand, but he moved it away. She knew it was just part of what he was feeling, but she couldn’t help but to feel hurt either way. 

“I don’t need to let my emotions out, I’m fine,” he responded in a clipped voice. Y/N nodded softly and placed her hand on Becca’s foot, wondering what had happened. Sure, Bucky had had times where he wouldn’t talk to anyone, but eventually she would always be able to get to the bottom of it and support him. This new, closed off feeling from him was different for her, and she didn’t know what had gone wrong. It was quiet for the next twenty minutes as they waited for Y/N’s parents, and even then they barely spoke. As soon as they got back to the house in Brooklyn Heights, Bucky took Becca and immediately went to their room. Y/N let out a dejected sigh and started to head to her room to email the director of her play, when her mom stopped her. 

“Honey, give him some time, okay? He’s just lost his father, and I know that he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings, but it’s different now. Both of his parents have passed, and it’s a really big change for him.” She brought her daughter into a hug and dropped a kiss on her cheek before retiring to her room. Y/N walked into her room, flopping on her bed, quiet tears for her boyfriend rolling down her face.

Bucky didn’t attend dinner that night, which was okay with the rest of them. Y/N was still having a hard time not going to his room and smothering him in sweet nothings and hugs, but she understood that he needed time to process the past few hours. Her mom was right: it was a huge change. He was now orphaned, and only fifteen. Eventually, he’d need new guardians, and none of his close family was alive, and his other relatives from Romania probably had no clue he existed.

At around one in the morning, when Y/N’s parents had fallen asleep, Y/N crept out of her room quietly to check on Bucky. The door creaked a bit when it opened, giving her a view of her boyfriend sitting cross-legged on the bed, shoulders shaking from his silent sobs. He looked up upon hearing the door open, and wiped his tears off as fast as he could. “Hey, doll.”

She didn’t say anything but simply pushed him back down onto the bed gently and wrapped her arms around him. It took a few seconds, but the tears started falling again, his crying quiet. Y/N just held him for a few minutes, as he let out his tears, and rubbed his chest soothingly. When he was done, he kissed her gently and said, “Thank you.” It took another few moments, but he started talking soon enough. “I shouldn’t be sad. Right? I mean, he’s the man who hit me and my ma relentlessly, and all my life has been nothing but hell because of him. I should be fucking celebrating right now. Right?”

His watery blue eyes stared into hers, and she sighed, taking Bucky’s hands and bringing them to a sitting position. “I think it makes sense.” Y/N whispered.

Makes sense? It made no sense to him. “How can you say that?” He questioned incredulously. “This man treated us like shit, he blamed Becca for my mom’s death, he would hit me, tell me I’m not good enough,and I still worked my ass off for him. He didn’t love us! And after all the shit he put us through, put me through, why do I still care? Why do I still love him? It doesn't make sense.” Hot tears slipped down his face again, as he whispered, “It doesn’t make sense.”

He started to cry again, and Y/N pulled his head into the crook of her neck as his arms latched like vices around her torso. Running her fingers through his short brown hair, she said, “It may not make sense to you, but no matter what, as horrible as he was, that man is still your father. What he did to you was evil, pure evil, it truly was, but I can understand why after everything you’ve been through, you still love him. It doesn’t make you less of a man or weak. It makes you stronger, and I can’t be more proud of the person you’ve become since I met you. You have nothing to feel sorry for, James Buchanan Barnes. This is not your fault. None of this is.”

She moved her lips to his, and they moved against each other languidly. “I love you, James.”

His eyes opened, and hers watered up at her confession. “I love you too, Y/N.” They brought their lips together again, her thumbs rubbing small circles onto his cheekbones as they breathed each other in. When they finally pulled away, Bucky had the smallest of smiles playing across his lips. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Y/N made sure Bucky was staring at her directly, and she spoke with a firm voice. “Whatever comes next, we’ll get through it together. I promise, James.” Pressing his lips against hers one more time, he grabbed his phone off the stand and started to swipe through it. “Are you okay, Buck? You need anything? We can talk more if you need.”

Opening Spotify, he opened his “Slow Dance with Y/N” playlist. “I Can’t Believe That You’re In Love With Me” by Billie Holiday started playing, and Y/N knew exactly what he was doing. Bucky had had the playlist since the sixth grade, when he first bought his phone with the money he earned from babysitting, and the pair had danced to it numerous times before he had started dating Dot. But he didn’t even play that with her. No, this one was for his best girl, no matter what. Y/N was too special to share with anyone. Offering her his left hand with a shy grin, Y/N smiled big with an eye roll and graciously accepted it.

“Oldies music again, Bucky?” She was teasing him, and he knew it as well. Y/N absolutely adored this playlist, that he made just for the two of them, with her entire heart. Pulling her flush against his chest, his right hand coming to rest on her waist, he kissed her hair lightly.

“Well, you have always called me old fashioned, sweetheart.” He twirled her around, her giggling as they danced around the room. Becca slept soundly in the crib and the moonlight illuminated their faces. “I think this song fits in well right now.”

Y/N sighed, letting her eyes close. “It really does.” After a few seconds, she remembered her previous question that had gone unanswered and asked again. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about anything else, Buck?”

“I think I’m done, doll. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just wanna dance with you.”

And he did, softly dancing barefoot, with the occasional twirl, until falling asleep hours later. When Y/N’s parents came to check in on them the next morning, they smiled seeing their daughter and the boy she loved so dearly wrapped around each other, quiet snores escaping the both of them.

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The Hardest Goodbye

A/N: So, I’m fully expecting this to flop because I don’t know how many of you like marvel, but I’ve been watching loads of marvel movies in lockdown and reading fics and I was inspired to write this. It’s a tearjerker, be warned.

Summary: Chris and Y/N lose a child and it almost tears them apart.

Warnings: Death of a child, angst, grief, a whole lot of fluff, mention of alcoholism

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader, Scarlett Johansson x Platonic!Reader, Chris Evans x Platonic!Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 2k

Masterlist

The worst moment of your life seemed to spiral so quickly as if you fell off a roof and never stopped falling. The death of your son was never something you had prepared for. He was always meant to outlive you and Chris, become successful and have a family of his own. Not die at the mere age of 5 in a car crash that was completely your fault.

As soon as you woke up in the hospital seeing Chris’ sad face you knew something had gone wrong.

“Charlie?” You asked softly, almost afraid to know the answer.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” He broke down sobbing, holding onto your hand for dear life.

You felt numb. For days following you were on autopilot. You couldn’t think, sleep, eat or shower. Even after you’d gone home you sat in your son’s bedroom and stared at the wall in a state of blankness waiting for it to swallow you whole as if it would solve your problems.

“Y/N come on this isn’t healthy, you need to eat.” Chris tried, sitting down on the small bed next to you.

“I don’t deserve to eat. I killed our child.” You muttered, tears building up for the umpteenth time that week.

“You know that wasn’t your fault,” His features softened, his heart breaking at the sight of your broken frame. He grabbed your hands and squeezed, trying to bring you back to the present.

“Then whose was it Chris? Huh?” You snapped, suddenly fully aware of the situation. “I didn’t see you sat in that driver’s seat.”

“Y/N it wasn’t your fault.” He looked deeply into your dull eyes almost pleading with you to believe him.

“Just leave me alone, you don’t get it.” You mumbled, shrugging his touch off you and walking to his toys in the corner of the room, picking one up and hugging it to your chest.

“You know you’re not the only one who lost a child right?” Chris snapped back at you, sick of being overlooked. “I’m hurting too. I need my wife to help me through this, you happen to know where the fuck she is?”

“Oh, go fuck yourself Chris, I’m trying my best here!” You shouted turning around to face him, red in the face.

“Trying your best? You’re wallowing, you need to snap out of it. I need you.” Chris pleaded, the lump in his throat thickening and eyes threatening to spill over.

“And I need my son.” You mumbled leaving his bedroom for the first time since you’d came home, leaving Chris to look down at the floor in despair.

The funeral was the hardest, you and Chris barely on speaking terms and so many people coming up to you and giving their condolences as if it mattered. None of it was going to bring him back. You walked away from the church after his tiny body was lowered into the ground, ignoring all of your friends and family and going back to his bedroom at home. You needed to be alone.

That’s where Chris found you an hour later, sobbing on his bed with his teddy bear gripped to your chest. He looked at you sadly and came up behind you on the small bed and brought you to his chest. You turned around accepting the hug and cried into his chest, breaking his heart in the process.

“Shh, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Chris whispered in your ear like a mantra, kissing your hair and holding back his own tears.

“I miss him so much Chris, no one seems to understand.” You hiccupped through your tears.

“I know, I miss him too.” He muttered, letting a few tears slip.

“How are we gonna get through this?” You asked him.

“Together.” He replied softly and rubbed your back. You both stayed like that until you got some much needed sleep for the first time since he’d passed, curled up in your husband’s arms the way it was meant to be.

*A couple months later*

“Y/N, I’m going back to work. The new movie has a deadline and it keeps getting pushed back for us. Please just come with me.” Chris asked you for the tenth time that week.

“Chris I’m not ready to go back you know that.” You sighed, almost pulling your hair out with stress.

“Y/N they need you to come back, so the movie can be finished.” He tried softly.

“Fuck the movie. We lost our little boy what don’t they understand?” You shouted at him unscrewing the bottle of whisky and pouring yourself another glass to calm your nerves, a habit he’d become all but used to.

“They do understand, we’ve had 2 months off. They can’t wait much longer honey.”

“If it’s that urgent tell them to write me out of the fucking thing. I can’t go back to work. I’m sorry but I’d rather lose my job than go back somewhere when I’m not ready.” You shouted, not caring anymore.

“Okay, I’ll tell them. I’m leaving now, is there anything you need before I go?”

“You’re still fucking going?” You asked surprised.

“Yeah baby, I need to work. I can’t sit around all day it’s not good for me, for us.” He said calmly, trying not to get into another fight.

“Fuck off then, I don’t need you. Get out, don’t come home if that’s how it is.” You mumbled, practically pushing him out the door and collapsing on the other side in tears. You really weren’t coping, you knew it, but you didn’t know how to get out of the rut you’d seem to have got yourself stuck in.

It took every fibre in Chris’ being to not turn around, open the door and cuddle you until you felt better, but he had to go to work before he went insane. Your relationship was just getting worse everyday and he needed some time to grieve himself. He needed to be busy.

When he finally got to work and had a hug from practically all of his cast mates, he felt so much more at ease, he was with his other family and he could finally breathe.

“How’s Y/N?” Scarlett asked when she was alone with Chris and Seb.

“She’s not doing well, she’s drinking, we’re constantly arguing. Hell, she even told me to tell them to write her out of the script. I’m so worried about her. I love her so much but if it carries on, I don’t think I can stay with her much longer.” He said sadly, his friends noticing the pain in his voice.

“You know she doesn’t mean that. Any of it she’s just hurting, don’t screw up the best thing you ever had.” Seb smiled sadly at him.

“Honestly, I never want to leave her. It’s why this is so hard. I can’t grieve myself because I’m busy looking after her.”

“Do you want me to go stay with her for a couple of days? You stay on set in your trailer, I’ll go speak to her.” Scarlett offered smiling.

“I think she could use a friend thanks Scar, although I don’t know if I should stay here.”

“You stay, go out with Seb and Anthony, have some guy time. I’ll go have some girls time. I’ll call you if I need you.” She smiled, seeing him visibly relax.

“Come on man, you need it.” Seb patted his back.

“Okay,” Chris looked at them both softly.

A few hours later, Scarlett found you on the sofa cuddling one of Charlie’s stuffed toys and staring blankly at the TV with Dodger’s head in your lap cuddling close to you, ears pricked and head up as Scarlett entered the house. You had finally sobered up and you weren’t feeling your best.

“Hey hon, how are you doing?” Scarlett asking lifting up your head and sitting down, placing it back on her lap and playing with your hair.

“Not good, I just can’t seem to get over it.” You muttered looking into her soft eyes, realising how much you’d actually missed your friends and cast mates.

“Y/N you’ll never get over it, Charlie was and always will be your son. You just have to get used to him not being around and looking out for you up there instead. It’s not going to be easy, but it’ll get easier every day if you let us in and let us help you.”

“I feel like I’ve failed as a mother.” You whimpered, crying softly.

“You never failed Charlie and you never could. It was an accident, not your fault whatsoever. You can’t change this or bring him back. But you can’t let it come in between you and Chris. You need each other, now more than ever.” Scarlett spoke making more sense than ever.

“God I’ve been so shit to him haven’t I.” You muttered sitting up and bringing your palm to your forehead. “He must hate me.”

“Hey, he loves you. He understands. He’s feeling it too.” Scarlett smiled at you. “Want me to call him?” She asked making you nod softly.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” You breathed out, and walked towards the shower for your first peaceful, non-forced shower since his death. You finally felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. It was going to be okay.

Chris walked into a calm household, feeling the tension in the air gone. He saw you sat on the sofa with freshly washed hair and Scarlett making dinner in the kitchen. You were petting Dodger and waiting for your husband to come home.

“You showered?” He asked surprised.

“It’s time I started getting back to normal life.” You breathed out, willing yourself not to cry and keep it together.

“Are you sure baby?” He came closer to you, breathing in sharply.

“I don’t want this to come between us. I haven’t been considering your feelings and I’m so sorry.” You whispered standing up and stepping towards him.

“Honey you don’t have to be sorry you were grieving. I understand, I just want you to let me in so we can grieve together.” He mumbled taking you into his arms and kissing your hair.

“It was just hard realising I’m not a parent anymore.”

“Baby we’ll always be parents. Even if he’s not around, you will always be his Mom, and a Mom to any future children we have.” He whispered to you.

“You’d really have another child?” You asked, brightening up a little.

“I’d do anything to make you happy.” He smiled kissing you softly.

“I’ll come back to work, if it’s not too late.” You mumbled, feeling ashamed for even suggesting they write you out of the script.

“It never will be they all love you.” Scarlett piped in from the kitchen smiling at the two of you getting along.

“I’m sorry. I love you so much.” You mumbled looking into your husbands sparkling eyes.

“I love you too.” He smiled kissing you, sensing the spark coming back to you.

*A few months later*

You looked to Chris and your beautiful bundle of joy in his arms as you laid flowers on Charlie’s grave.

“It’s been a year buddy.” You breathed out softly “You have a little sister, like you always wanted.” You smiled, tears starting to leak out of your eyes as you spoke to him.

“We called her Charlotte, after you bud. You’d love her.” Chris smiled, pulling you into his side and kissing your forehead.

“I promise we’ll tell her all about her big brother when she gets older. She would’ve loved to play with you.” You smiled.

“We love you lots.” Chris smiled and looked at you making you nod.

“I’m ready,” You breathed out and took his hand into yours and walked away down the path.

“I never thought we’d get here.” He confessed to you shyly.

“Honestly, I didn’t either. But I’m glad we did. It was the hardest goodbye I ever had to make but we got through it together.” You smiled at him.

You looked to your daughter seeing your son’s cheeky smile already forming on her face and back to your husbands happy face and smiled, your family was glued back together.

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[mydaydreams]

Nudies

Sum: Your nude gets out and it may or not be Sebastian's Fault. 

{Shorty short story} just short and cute. 

Warnings: Super FLUFF, a lil corny, Drunk Sex, crazed fans, Crazy Paps, time line is totally off!

the Day had started out Perfect, but that was only because I didn’t know what hap happened yet. 

the night before however had been the best night on my life. it was the Premier of Infinity war and it was the night after 14 long months of being together you could finally come out and say you were in a relationship with the one and only Sebastian Stan. and that was just the first bit of the best night ever.

It started with my first ever Red Carpet walk. me and Seb were to show up Separately, enter at separate ends and meet in the middle for the big reveal. Sebastian had to literally train me to help the strain that was going to be on my eyes because of all the flashing. 

I was not happy with showing up separately but I got over it. Seb just wanted to show me off finally and I was so Happy about it. he had me in a extremely expensive dress with even more expensive heals. the dress was a Red silk open back dress with a slit down the leg. the heals were red bottom Silver stiletto heals. I felt so out of place. I mean the Dress cost more than my first Car. 

I slowly took my first step on the red Carpet and immediately I was bombarded with questions. Who am I, who was I wearing, how did I get it, how did I get invited, what was my part in the movie, or who did I come with. 

I didn’t answer any question given to me. I was doing as I was told. Stan’s agent friend or whoever the guy was literally told me to stand there and look pretty and I was gonna do just that. I strutted a few feet onto the Carpet and turned towards the Cameras once, showing them my good side. I walked a few more step and turned a little and leaned my head back so they could get a shot of my face with the back of my dress.

I had to say honestly I was loving this. especially in the dress, I felt absolutely fabulous. people were tell me so as well. I walked through the crowed of Stars and made my way to the middle. I wasn’t bothering talking to the other famous people walking around. I was only here for one person, and I was on the hunt for him. 

I smiled at all of the passing Stars. they had all given me confused looks as well all wondering who the fuck I am and why I was here. I was screaming on the inside. I held my self with complete confidence as I posed for another picture. I was surprised people were actually taking my picture considering the fact that they all had no clue at all who I was. I guess they just figured since I was there they might need the pics. 

I bit my lip playfully while sticking my leg out of the slit of the dress giving them a good picture. 

“There’s My Girl!” I heard his melodious voice ring out over all the flashing. I blushed and turned towards him. 

This is it. this has to be perfect. he slid his feet back on the carpet while holding his hands out to me. I brought my lip back in between my lips as I started moving towards him. 

“Come on Baby!” he yelled again earning a laugh from me. I smiled and started fast walking to him and into his welcoming arms. he lifted my body up into the air for a moment my smile couldn’t get any bigger. I slowly slid down his body and back to my feet while he caught my lips against his. I melted into him like usual. we stood there for atleast 15 seconds just kissing. 

I'm the one that pulled away. 

“I think that got the Picture babe.” I said looking at him and resting my hand on his chest. he caught my wrist in he hand and brought it to his lips. I blushed hard. 

“I’m Sorry Doll, I just really wanted them to get the picture.” he laughed. I shook my head at him at the pet name. 

“Okay Bucky!” I said kissing his lips once more before we turned towards the press. it was So Bright and Questions were being thrown at us left and right and we didn’t answer one of them. we just posed again and again.

Seb took me around the Carpet for a few more shots before the event was over. after word we were invited to a fancy pants hotel for an ‘ exclusive’ After Party with the cast and crew all for the cast and crew. they had rented the entire hotel out for all the stars and there was a Fat party forming in the ball room. I had never even been inside a ball room before. 

I went on with the party at full swing. Seb had introduced me to every one by now. and I had to say I was pretty fucking star struck after meeting Scarlett Johansson and Chloe Bennet. it was the most amazing experience. I couldn’t contain my joy. 

after a long chat with Tom Holland I found My man at the bar Nursing a brandy glass in his hands. his fingers shook on the glass slightly making my head tilt back in confusion. what was he so nervous about?

he smiled when he saw me and he pulled me to his side. he leaned his forehead against my temple and whispered to me. “I can’t wait to get you up to our room.” a shiver went down my spine. Oh! 

I bit my lip and pushed my body into him before asking for a drink. I couldn’t wait to get back to the room either. fuck the things I wanted to do to him after the amazing night we have had. 

he laughed with me before continuing to speak. “I'm about to do something really stupid baby.” he said kissing my forehead. I looked up at him curious. “and what would that be?” I asked. he snapped up his eyebrows at me and grabbed my hand pulling me to the platform in the middle of the ballroom where the band was playing. he shushed them and was handed the microphone. I shook my head at him confused as he pulled me to his chest. 

“Hello everybody..” he greeted I smiled wide “Seb your not going to start kareokie are you? I mean as much as I love your acting, the singing could use some work.” I joked the microphone catching my voice echoing throuout the room. everyone laughed. Sab snorted out a goofy laugh before shaking his head. 

he turned towards the crowed and began speaking. 

“All right! as you all know...well know now. this Amazingly beautiful women right here is my girlfriend and believe it or not we have actually been together for a year and a half now I believe.” he started looking to me for clarification. I nodded at him wanting him to continue. 

“Well since this is a room full of people I can trust. I believe that you guys will not leak this out to the world until we are ready. but I really had to do this now, today, right at this moment.” I looked at him confused. he bit his lip nervously before turning his whole body towards me. 

“we have been together for a pretty good while, and it was killing me to keep such a perfect person a secret from the world for so long. and now that we are finally out...baby I wanna do this all the way.” he closed his eyes for a moment and I could feel my heart thump in my ears. 

“I don’t have a ring yet, and I know its not the best time or the most romantic proposal, but...”  my heart stopped and my eyes bugged out of my head as loud gasps echoed across the room. 

“Will you Marry me Y/N?” he asked me softly holding one of my hands up placing it over his heart. I huffed.

“Sebastian Stan, I left you for 10 minutes and your already this plastered?” I asked him a smile on my face. he cant be serious. he closed his eyes for a minute but cracked a smile. 

“Babe I swear I have only had one drink...” he trailed off. my mouth hung open. wait then... did that mean he’s forreal? 

“Come one baby say something. my hearts hanging up here.” he said softly and I knew it was true. I could feel his heart beating irregularly under my palm. 

“This...is this real?” I managed to choke out and smiled and nodded his head yes. 

I returned his nod placing my other hand on his chest.

“Yes! yes yes! Sebastian Stan I will Marry you!!!!” my voice shaking. everyone cheered as a huge grin covered half of his face. he dropped the mic and pulled me in for a long and deep kiss. 

After about an hour of being drunk with complete and utter hippieness Stan Pulled me out and onto the dance floor. he wrapped his arms around me as we swayed to Love Lies by Khalid.  

he spun me around the room to Charlie Puth’s Done for me and sung the song a bit in my ears. it was about some bitch that he would give his world up for but the girls a bitch. but I knew the song obviously didn’t apply to us. he just sand in my ears “I’d Lie for you babe, Die for you baby, Cry for you baby.” and fuck it really had my engines running. 

we sat at the bar together and I just had to ask him again. “are you sure you want to marry me?” I asked sucking down my forth drink that night. I was pretty buzzed right now but not drunk quite yet. him though completely hammered now touched his temple for a minute. “Hhmmmm. I don’t know! maybe fuckk yes I'm sure!” he said burping his last word. I giggled leaning in to kiss him. “Fuck I love you!” he whispered against my lips. 

butterfly's erupted in my stomach. I mumbled an “I Love you!” on his lip when he bit onto it. I laughed again and pulled away from him. “don't do any of that till we get the the room.” I hissed at him and looked over my shoulder to see If someone was watching. 

“SHOTS FOR THE NEWLY WEDS!” a drunk Robert yelled loudly clamping a hand on Seb’s shoulder. he snorted “we aren't newly weds till we actually get married. but ill take the shot!” he said downing it in one go. I rolled my eyes and downed a shot as well. “WOOO!” Robert said placing another one in front of me. I smiled at him and sucked it down. “Damn! got you a girl who drinks just as much as you do!” he commented placing another in front of me challenging me. I smirked and shot it back. Seb patted my back and smirked back at me. I bit my lip and kissed him. “WOO!” Robert yelled again turning around to the others. I laughed and looked at Sebastian. “So that was Robert Downey Jr!” I stated he laughed drunkenly and nodded. “he’s a real Wooo girl!” he said looking at him in the crowd. I smiled and nodded agreeing with him. if I wasn’t drunk before, I was defiantly drunk now. 

Sebastian leaned over the bar and Grabbed a random bottle and grabbed my hand pulling me swiftly out of my chai and down through the crowd. “I'm getting you upstairs and undressed now.” he said kissing my hand tapping the bottom o the elevator. I giggled and stumbled into the elevator with him.

he undid the ties on the back of my dress in the elevator and when we finally made our way to the room he kissed along my spine on my bare back. I shivered as we pushed our way into our suite. 

inside Seb walked over to the bar in the room and grabbed glassed for us. I however had the bottle now in my hands. I walked over to the stereo in the corner of the room and turned the radio on. 

I danced around the room for a minute my dress falling down my front leaving my breasts completely bare. my silk red lace panties on the other hand perfectly cupped my ass. I was so proud of the undies. I had actually found a pair that matched my dress. Seb pulled his jacket off swinging it over a near by chair as I opened the bottle in my hands. I put it to my lips and took a harsh sip from the tip. 

the shit burned but I was to drunk to care. I stepped out of the dress on the floor. my heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked to the radio to turn it up louder. my newest favorite song Boo’d Up by Ella Mai was on and I swayed my hips to it dancing with the bottle. I looked up at Sebastian, his phone was out and he was videoing me dancing.

 I smiled and turned around to sway my but from left to right before turning back around to look at him. I sang into the bottle like it was a microphone and began singing the song to him. 

“it just wont stop it go. how many ways can I say that I need you baby its Truuuooooo.” I sang moving my legs from left to right. 

“bada boo’d up baby I do, boo’d up! grab me by the waist baby pull me closer!” I sand walking over to him pouring our glasses. 

“oooh and ill never get over you until I find something neww to get me high like you doo!” I flipped my hair back moving my hips harder from left to right.

he continued to video and take pictures of me and I didn’t care. it wasn’t like he didn’t have 700 other naked pics of me on his phone. 

we drank and danced some more before I pulled his belt off of his pants and yanked is dress shirt off. 

“Jeffery, just graduated ,fresh on campus. mmm fresh out east Atlanta with no manners.” I danced against Stan, my back pressed against his front, as Havana Played in the back ground. 

after a few more drinks I stumbled in the tall heals and sat down on the marbel floor and extended my leg to try to pull the shoe off. a flash went off and I knew he was taking more pictures. I bit my lip and looked up at the camera for him. he smirked and sank down to the ground with me. I smiled as he sat at my feet and pulled the straps of my heals and smoothly pulled them off of each foot.

i smiled as he opened my legs and pulled me to him on the ground making me slid on the smooth floor. i crawled up and over him getting on his lap and pushing his chest down so his back was flat on the cool floor. 

he shivered as I ground against him. the bulge in his pants rubbed painfully on my covered clit. I moaned and leaned down to kiss him. he hummed and pulled my hips down on him harder. 

“I cant wait to marry you.” he whispered against my neck. my body turned red and my heart warmed. “Cant wait to call you my wife.” he said unzipping his dress pants. he pulled himself from his pants and handed him to me. I rubbed up and down his length before leaning upward and sinking myself on him.

his head swung back and his mouth fell open with a loud throaty moan. I smirked and moved my hips back and forth on him. he bucked up into me causing me to scream out. he had hit the most perfect spot in me. 

he took a tight hold on my hips making me stop my movements.  he lifted my body up slightly and fucked into me. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. sloppy drunk sex is always the best sex.

“Seb, do that thing where you...” he pulled his legs up and let my back lean against them as he fucked up, harder and harder. “mmmm, yea!” I moaned as he took two fist full of my breasts. with his hands on my breast I took the chance to begin bouncing on top of him. 

I planted my hands firmly on the tops of each of his shoulders and leaned against his legs. I used the extra momentum to come up higher on him to drop harder around him. that earned a loud manly groan from him as I hopped on him up and down. he cursed and bit at my exposed skin.

I clenched tightly around him as I came sloppily around him. he moaned as his cum shot through me. leaned down to kiss him.

I rolled off of him with a loud sigh. after a few minutes of laying on the cold floor Seb finally stood up and scooped me into his arms to carry me to bed. 

when we shuffled through the bed sheets finaly getting comfortable he moved my hair out of my face and whispered into my ear. “Happy first anniversary!” I smiled over at him “Anniversary of what?” I asked. he smirked and kissed me “oh I don’t know, our engagement.” he said kissing my finger where his ring will soon be fit. I giggled at him and hid my face behind his arm. he kissed me and hummed. “all we need now is a big fat ring!”

…

last night had been the best night of my life, but of course the next day came and we had to go our separate ways until meeting again tonight. we were going to meet after his pod cast interview. the day had gone on pretty normally. I had gotten off of work on time and headed for coffee. I took my normal jog through the park. his interview should be starting soon so i was gonna drop by my place after and pick up clothing for what ever Sabastian would be doing tonight. 

every thing was fine until the paparazzi found me.

I had just finished my run and was headed for the park exit when a guy In plaid began following me and taking my pictures, I didn't care. I knew officially coming out in public about me and Seb, I knew this was going to end up happening and I had to say getting my picture taken this much was kinda flattering. 

I ran my hand across the top of my forehead collecting the sweat from it and whipping it away on my work out shorts as cameras flashed at me. I kind of smiled at them as they basically walked me out to the parking lot. 

I was about to get into the car when the question was thrown at me. 

“Why don’t you take your top off for us?” someone yelled at me. I gave the camera men a ‘wtf’ look. why would they even ask me that. “Yea we would love to see those tits again.” another spoke. I caulked my head to the side. 

wait what does he mean again.

“What?” I asked one of the closer ones. a girl held a camera up to take a close up shot of my face. I looked at her. “What are they talking about?” I asked. she smirked and pulled her phone out and pulled up Instagram. “Sabastian Stan’s Instagram. he posted a video last night.” she said showing me her screen. my eyes shot open as I watched the little clip of me on her phone. I was in our hotel room with a bottle in hand and I was swaying my body from side to side. my chest was bare and the only thing covering me was a black laced thong and shiny silver heels. 

oh my god no, that's my body. oh my god those are my breasts. oh my god over half the world has probably seen them by now.

 fuck we were so drunk last night, how could this happen. 

I shook my head and pushed the phone back into her hands. flashes were going off everywhere around me it was almost blinding. I pulled my phone out to try and call him but he didn’t answer. I cursed and hopped into my car. people were starting to crowed my car now. 

“Fuck” I yelled as people banged against the glass of my car windows. 

God what the fuck is happening. 

I pulled out my phone and dialed him again. he picked up. 

“hey, Y/N we are on air with...” I cut him off.

“Sebastian Fucking Stan Why the Fuck are My Tits Posted up on your Fucking Instagram.” I shouted turning my car on.

he was about to speak when I cut him off again.

“Jesus Seb, we just let the world know we are together and you gotta put the cherry on top and show everyone whose breasts you have your face in between 50% of the time.” I cursed again trying to pull out of my parking spot as people continued to crowed my car.

“Seb, did you know I have papz crawling up my ass now saying shit like ‘ooo hey mommy take your top off for us again.’ god and I'm literally, as we speak I am being crowed by like 24 lil mother fuckers with camera’s. Seb what the fuck were you thinking?” I practically yelled. 

I didn’t let him start. I let out a long annoyed sigh as he said my name. 

“Listen babe, I know we were super drunk last night and Its not like I'm saying you have to delete the pictures...oh and the emm, video's off your phone, but babe you have to take my fucking tits off the internet.” 

I pulled my hair out of my face when I finally pulled out of the parks parking lot. effectively getting away from all the Paps. 

“this is so humiliating, I mean Jesus Seb you might have well posted up one of our sex tapes.” I  said rounding the next corner on my way home. 

“Sex tape?” I heard a new voice say over his phone.

“Sex tapes apparently. plural ,as in more than one.” someone else said. 

“Baby we are on the air, over 14,000 people are on line. we are still In the interview.” Sebastian’s voice rang through my phones speakers. I slapped my hand against my forehead. 

oh my god I did not. I did not just let al those people know Seb motor boats me on the regular and that we not only have naked pictures but also videos of us.

“Oh my god Seb why didn't you warn me.” I said pathetically into the phone as the men hosting the pod cast continued to laugh there asses off. 

“I’m sorry baby I....” I cut him off yet again.

I couldn’t help myself. I had grown livid. my body was just exposed to half of the world and not only that but the full and complete embarrassment of me and Sebastian's fairly kinky sex life was now out in the open as well. how was I ever going to live this down. what were my friends going to think, my boss and coworkers..., fuck and my parents. 

I let out a high pitched broken sound into the phone as my hand came up to my face. 

“I can’t believe, Stan why, how....” i rambled before finally saying “Sebastian Stan....We will speak about this when you get home. I suggest you get here fairly quickly!” I said threateningly into the phone before hanging up.

-----

Seb stepped through my apartment door about an hour and a half later.

I gave him a look as he walked into my room with his hands up. I rolled my eyes at him as he began talking.

“Baby, I swear I was so drunk I...” I stopped him. 

“So Drunk you took a Video of my tits and Showed them to the whole fucking world!” I yelled. he closed his eyes for a moment as my voice went up. 

“Babe, you were just really hot last night and I couldn’t help myself. I don’t know how I posted the video babe I...” I waved my hand in front of him. 

“you don’t know how, Seb you pulled up insta put it on the camera function took a video them Fucking posted it up for the fucking world to see. Fuck Seb you should have just posted our sex tape.” I screeched. he flinched. 

my hand flew over my heart in shock, as if it was the first time I ws figuring out that my body had been seen by half the world. “My nudes Seb, my Nudies!” I said he sucked in a small laugh. “Nudies?” he asked. I slapped his arm.

“And then the damn phone call on the pod cast...What the fuckk Sebastian.” he shook his head at me and gabbed my arms. “babe, I know I know.” he said trying to calm me. 

“you know? you know?” I asked pointing at him and poking my finger in his chest. 

“you know how completely humiliating it is to have your body exploited by your own boyfriend...or wait I'm sorry, fiancé!” I yelled correcting my self before rolling my eyes. fuck he was so drunk he probably forgot about that. “Do you know you asked me to marry you last night? if front of everyone, or were you to drunk to remember?” I asked his eyes shot open and he looked at me for a minute. 

he smirked at me for a minute before pulling something from his back pocket. 

“Yea I remember! of course I remember. I could never forget you!” he said sweetly before showing me the small box in his hand. 

my hands covered my mouth. 

whoa! what?

my heart stopped. 

“I do know we were super drunk last night, but I also know that I meant what I said. this morning I spent 3 hours at a ring place. I figured, the perfect girl had to go with the perfect ring, and the guy in the store said this was it. what do you think? do you like It....do you...do you still want my ring?” he asked nervously pulling my hand up next to the box. 

my eyes were wide open looking at the fattest Dimond I had ever seen. 

“Seb..” I started looking down at the ring them at his eyes. he had his plump upper lip in between his teeth. 

worry covered his face as I went over my options. what about today, what about half of the world seeing me basically naked. but why would this matter. why would any of this matter if I didn’t have him. he didn’t care people were gushing over my tits. he just wanted to gush over my tits for the rest of his life. my heart warmed. rest of his life. 

I pulled my hand up and slipped the ring onto my ring finger, where it would sit for the rest of his life. our life.

“Of course I still want to, of course I want your ring Sebastian.” I said as tears burned my eyes.  he smiled and pulled my face to his kissing me deeply. he pulled away from me and pressed his forehead to mine. he laughed for a moment and pecked my lips again. 

I smiled and bit my lip. “What?” I asked him softly as his fingered ran up and down my arms. 

“if nothing, I was just thinking about last night. I-I thought last night was the best night of my life...but today, I think today takes the cake.” he said scooping my up into his arms. I giggled as he walked us throughout my apartment finding my bedroom. 

I just smiled to myself on the way there and twirled his ring around my finger.

fuck this rock is FAT!!

[kimnamjooonz]

London Calling - Chapter 1

Cambridge 

Okay, this is my second project. I started writing it in early 2017, one week after I heard about Seb for the first time (yeah, I know I was late). He stole my heart in fifteen minutes and I started writing stuff like this.  So... this is it. 

Songs that inspired this Chapter: 

Piece of my Heart - Janis Joplin

It’s My Life - Bon Jovi

And basically any Queen Song from the first Greatest Hits album.

Summary:

After getting bored of the academic life at the University of Cambridge, young Celine Cadwallader moves to London trying to find new challenges. Meanwhile, international movie star, Sebastian Stan keeps trying to expand his horizons. They will cross paths in a way either of them know.

Cambridge, England. March 2016

It was Celine's last night in Cambridge and her friends had decided to make a special farewell party to her. And that meant drinks, snacks, a bonfire and Charlie's crappy covers of Oasis songs. She had spent the last ten years in Cambridge, nine of them getting two doctorates and the one left working as part of the Faculty of History's Research Team. Life was decently good. She had her friends, a little flat and the perspective of maybe being successful in the field of History. She had two PhDs after all. Well, all of her friends had at least one. But Celine was ambitious and in the last months she had started to feel a bit stuck in Cambridge and had decided to expand her horizons. London seemed to be the best place for a historian. The only downside was that none of her friends were joining her in her adventure. ''I hope you don't end up working as a guide in the Tower of London'' commented Joel, one of Celine's closest friends. ''Explaining stuff to school children''. All of them laughed. It was widely known that Celine wasn't at all fond of kids. ''I already have a job'' she commented, while devouring a couple of Maltesers. ''I'm an assistant at the Spanish Embassy. Better than the school children''. ''And do you have a house?'' asked Amy, another of her friends. ''If you want to call it a house... I prefer to call it 'shoebox' ''. ''In every movie I saw the London adventure doesn't start this way'' added Alize, another member of the group. ''Because life is not a movie and I can't afford a house in Notting Hill or Covent Garden. I guess South London will be my Kensington. At least I can stay in a place with a roof. That's something''. Everyone was very used to Celine's dark sense of humour. ''Promise one thing'' said Charlie, who had stopped strumming his guitar. ''That if you fail in London you'll be back here with us.'' ''Thank you for your faith'' she said with sarcasm. ''But yes, I can promise if by March next year I haven't moved to a nicer place and made at least one friend and gotten a promotion, I'll be back''. ''And also a boyfriend'' added Joel. ''Shut up, idiot, that's out of the question.'' Celine's love life had been completely nonexistent with the exception of a boyfriend she had had nine years ago. They had lasted a week and had gone to only one date. Not that she cared. ''Do you even know where Danny is?'' asked Charlie, referring to Celine's old boyfriend. Honestly, Celine had no idea. She had even forgotten how he looked like. ''I know.'' said Joel, who knew everything about everybody. He was Cambridge's King of gossip. ''He graduated and now he's a doctor in County Durham. And he's married''. ''BORING'' shouted Celine and Charlie. ''Yeah, because is so much better to live in a room in South London'' debated Amy with sarcasm. ''And being a proud member of the Fellowship with no Rings, that you invented and has three members: Charlie, Joel and you''. ''At least is exciting'' Celine defended herself. ''It's London, baby. And my Fellowship is great''. After that the conversation shifted to some other topics like the government, the upcoming Glastonbury festival that they were not attending and the next nerd movies they were going to see. Celine wasn't included in the last topic as she was clueless about almost everything that was trendy. ''...I can't wait for Captain America: Civil War'' said Amy. ''Captain America vs Iron Man. That movie is going to destroy Batman v Superman''. ''Sebastian Stan!'' yelled Alize. ''I'm in whatever team he's in''. ''Team Cap, of course'' said Joel, rolling his eyes. As Celine didn't know any of these people she just stared at the fire. Thankfully the conversation switched to football. ''If Real Madrid gets to the Champion's League final, we'd go to London and see the match together. Like in 2014'' proposed Joel. Celine's eyes lit up. ''That was the most crazy and best day ever''. ''It's getting cold'' moaned Amy. ''I guess we should make Joel pay his bet and let's go inside and sing some karaoke'' said Charlie. Between them they were all the time betting and the loser had to have his or her underwear burnt in the next bonfire. Celine was glad that she had never lost one of these bets. ''Celine, if you want to do the honours...'' Joel threw his underwear at Celine's feet. ''You're leaving tomorrow. Damn, this is painful. I'm talking about the underwear. They're Calvin Klein''. Charlie laughed. ''Yeah, Calvin Klein that you bought on the street market''. ''It's what this humble Doctor in astrophysics can afford''. he sounded affected but he obviously wasn't. ''Celine, make sure your London boyfriend that you don't have yet wears real Calvin Kleins not this pitiful imitation'' Charlie remarked. Celine just rolled her eyes and grabbed a stick to throw Joel's underwear into the fire. There was no way she was going to touch it. ''This is for never growing up!'' yelled Celine, throwing the underwear into the fire. The other four cheered her.

Half an hour later they were far from tired and all them were into a karaoke competition. It was Celine's turn and she was 'singing' Janis Joplin's Piece of my heart with Joel who was singing the backing vocals. ''OH COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON AND TAKE IT, TAKE IT! TAKE ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE OF MY HEART NOW, BABY OH OH BREAK IT! BREAK ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE OF MY HEART, DARLING, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, HAVE A! HAVE ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE OF MY HEART NOW BABY! YOU KNOW YOU GOT IT IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL GOOD!'' ''This may be the best musical duet since John Travolta and Olivia Newton John in Grease singing You're the one that I want.'' Charlie commented to Alize and Amy. ''They are going to leave me deaf'' complained Alize. ''It could be worse.'' said Amy. ''I'm not saying that Celine is the next Beyonce but she sings better than she cooks. Charles, I'm worried. I don't know how she's going to survive out there with such poor house skills. The woman has two doctorates but she can't feed herself properly''. ''Relax, Amy. She'll be okay. Celine's made of iron. Apart from that if the London adventure doesn't work out for her, she'll be back with us''. When Celine and Joel finished their song, it was Charlie and Amy's turn. ''I promised I was not going to drink but I don't think that a beer will do much damage'' she told Joel and Alize. ''You know what you're doing, Celine Elizabeth'' Joel smiled and handed her a beer. ''Remember you're leaving early tomorrow'' Alize warned her. A beer might not have been much to a normal person but for Celine it was like drinking a bottle of vodka. She had alcohol intolerance and a sip of a strong drink could leave her singing on the table with no shame. That was something that had happened many times before. They finished the night dancing to Charlie and Amy's horrendous karaoke version of Bon Jovi's It's My Life.

The next morning it was clear that Alize had been right and Celine shouldn't have drank. At nine am she was standing in the platform of the train station with the rest of the group, ready to leave to London. She looked terrible, pale and had to wear sunglasses to cover the bags under her eyes and a hood to cover her messy hair. ''Okay, I'll see you guys soon.'' the only thing she wanted was to be on her seat and sleep. The trip wasn't very long unfortunately. ''We're just 50 minutes away, it's not that you're leaving to... Manhattan'' said Charlie. ''Don't be a jackass'' warned her Amy. ''If you meet Tom Hiddleston by some chance, hook up with him and tell me all about it'' said Alize making Celine roll her eyes. ''Get a boyfriend!'' yelled Joel and she showed him the middle finger. ''Goodbye, idiots!'' shouted Celine. ''See you when I'm a millionaire!''

50 minutes later she was taking a taxi from King's Cross to South London. She had been in London many times before so she knew exactly where everything was. Pr almost everything. The neighbourhood where she was going to live wasn't exactly very nice but at least it wasn't a red zone. And it had a Greggs a block away. Brilliant. After paying the cab she went towards the building. It looked very similar to the Number 12 of Grimmauld Place in the Harry Potter series. Except from the magical stuff. In less than ten minutes Celine met the landlady (a lively Scottish woman with a thick accent) who guided her to her 'flat'. It looked more like a room with a bathroom with a bed and small table that had a kettle. At least it had a window. ''Darlin', the kettle and the mattress are brand new and they are yours to keep. When you move you can take them with you''. A free kettle and a mattress. Sweet. ''Thank you so much Mrs. Donaldson.'' ''Anytime, Doctor Cadwallader''. After she left her alone, Celine started tiding the place and placing her few belongings wherever she could. She had left more things in Cambridge with the hope that Joel would take good care of them for the moment. She made the bed, put her clothes under it, stored the bathroom with some essentials, placed her Macbook beside the kettle and stored some snacks and cookies in any place she could. Yeah, it wasn't so bad. It wasn't very different from the first dorm she had had at Cambridge. It was good for starters. She had been lying face down on the bed for quite a while when her phone rang. It was Joel who was texting her. 'Celine Elizabeth, if you fail in London your underwear is burnt in the next bonfire'.

The Cast:

Sophie Skelton from Outlander is more or less how I imagine  Celine. She looks strong and smart at the same time.

Ben Hardy aka Bo Rhap’s Roger Taylor as Joel

Alberto Rosende aka Simon in Shadowhunters ( I LOVE him) as Charlie:

Mandip Gill aka Yazmin (from the latest season of Doctor Who, that is awesome btw) as Amy.

And Freema Agyeman aka Martha Jones from Doctor Who (I loved Martha and Doctor 10 so much my heart hurts) as Alize.

I don’t know why I do stuff like this but  I love casting people.

And I’m just setting up the story so I won’t introduce Mr. Stan yet because it’ll make no sense. I’m sorry but you’ll have to wait a lil. 

P.S- If someone wants to be tagged, just ask me. 

Tag: @delicatecapnerd, because you askem me ;)

Just comment, like if you want and thanks for reading.

[afteriwake]

The Paradigm Shift (4 & 5/14)

So I think I’m going to do the next two chapters at the same time, too, because I’m almost 99% sure chapter 7 is explicit and would be the one under the cut anyway. Then you all get to suffer and get one chapter a day for the rest of the story (sorry, @strangelock221b!)

The Paradigm Shift - After Moriarty almost kills Molly during a sexual encounter, he sends Moran to take care of things. But Moran has other ideas and Molly finds her life upended and changed forever.

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Chapter 4

She woke up to an empty bed and the few things she had brought with her from London having been put away. Toby was squarely in the center of the bed, sleeping in a patch of sunlight that had come in from the window. She panicked for just a moment about her surroundings but then it registered that she was safe and she relaxed. Seb would keep all of them safe, she knew that.

She realized the robe had slipped partially while she’d slept and that a quilt had been draped over her since she hadn’t gone under the covers when she’d fallen asleep. It was a T-shirt quilt, and she imagined it was something that was important to him to be at this place. It looked as though it was made up of various shirts and jerseys from schools she had never heard of. A Father’s Day present, perhaps? She’d have to ask.

She got dressed at a leisurely pace, enjoying the lack of tension in her body. She was definitely going to take advantage of the sauna as much as possible. She felt truly relaxed and even though she knew there were the bruises around her neck from the shag gone wrong, they didn’t hurt. She was still going to have to look at them, though, and that influenced her choice of clothing for the day. She had taken a few scarves to wrap around her neck when they were escaping London, and she picked a soft chiffon one that was bright yellow and matched the vest she chose to wear with a pair of yoga pants. She had gotten clothing more for comfort than anything else in her rush to leave.

She had the feeling if there was anything in her flat left in good condition she probably would never see it again. Jim was the type to be petty about losing his toys.

And then she felt hit with a wave of emotion she hadn’t been expecting and tears slipped down her cheeks. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest, and started sobbing into them. Her life was never going to be the same, ever, and this...this was what she had now.

She heard the door open softly but her crying continued, and after a moment she felt two strong arms wrap around her and Seb’s solid chest against her legs. She lowered her legs and wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his chest.

“Get it out,” he murmured, as though he’d been expecting this. And he wasn’t the only one comforting her; Toby came over to them and rubbed against her back in creature comforting style.

“I can’t go home,” she finally said between sobs.

“No, and I’m sorry for that,” he replied. “But this can be a home of sorts.”

“But it’s not my home,” she said as fresh tears sprung out of her eyes.

“I know,” he said. “Jim will pay, one way or another.”

“No!” She jerked her head up and looked at him. “Don’t do anything that could get you hurt, or worse. I just...I’m not worth it.”

“You very much are,” he said simply, kissing the top of her head gently. “Jim’s a monster, he needs to be put down. Once I know you’re safe, I’ll clean up the mess I helped make, but for now, I’ll give information to Holmes and his brother. You’re the priority. We all want you safe. Alright?”

She nodded and then the tears lessened but he held her close again. This was good and comforting and she hadn’t realized how sorely she needed this comfort until she had it. They were there in silence until she pulled away again. “I’m sorry.”

“No apologies. I was just waiting for the dam to burst.” He moved from in front of her and leaned against the bed next to her. “Groceries arrived while you were asleep. I figure I got most of your favourites. You can tell me what else to get. But I’ll handle the cooking right now. Curl up with Toby for a bit.”

“Alright,” she said, reaching behind her to pet Toby. Her cat moved around her and settled on her lap, and she picked him up and held him close when she went to lay back down on the bed. Seb drifted from the room as quietly as he had come in, leaving her alone with her cats and her thoughts.

Chapter 5

Molly finally got her first look at the kitchen a day later, when she woke up to see the bed was empty again. Seb had taken care of all the cooking the day before, or it had been her choices in takeaway that he’d brought upstairs. She’d hoped to pay him back for his hospitality and kindness with breakfast in bed but alas, that was not to be.

The fluffy white robe was now hers, she had found, seeing it was draped over the chair in front of the desk where her laptop and a few other things had gone. She wasn’t using the laptop just yet in case Jim had done something to it, but Seb had told her to bring it so even if he had she assumed it was fixable. She’d barely looked at anything more than the foyer once they’d arrived because she was so tired, but she had the feeling Seb wouldn’t mind if she explored just a bit. She made her way back downstairs for what felt like the first time in ages and saw there were wide windows. She knew the house was set back from the street but it had been dark when they’d arrived and she hadn’t realized how much light was being let in. Not that the windows were easy to get to; the foyer was taller than both floors of her home and the windows were up high, almost like skylights.

She finished getting to the bottom of the stairs and saw, like the upper floor, it was mostly one large floor plan that was rather open, aside from what looked like a downstairs loo. There were shelves lining almost every wall and books on the shelves. She went and fingered a few of the spines, seeing that there was a large assortment of types of books, things she would never have expected Seb to read.

To be honest, she didn’t think he was much of a bibliophile at all, come to think of it.

The books lined every inch of the open floor plan, which seemed to be divided by furniture more than anything else, usually meaning smaller waist-high bookshelves. She drifted through the one area where there was a large flat screen telly mounted on the wall and comfortable sofas, then to a dining area, and finally a kitchen, where Seb was standing in front of the stove,

“You have a lot of books,” she said, awe in her voice.

She could see the corner of his mouth go up in a grin. “This is my home base safehouse. It’s the closest to home I’ve ever had, really, aside from the farm.” He turned his head and nodded to a stool by the counter. Molly went and sat on it. “I had no idea how to raise my sister and her siblings at first. I just knew there was no way in hell I’d let them turn out like me.”

“They didn’t, from what you’ve told me,” she said.

“No, thank God,” he replied. “They were in San Diego and I asked if they wanted to stay in San Diego or move somewhere else. Or Caitlyn and Charlie at least. They wanted to stay in North County, but the only place I had down there was the farm. So we moved there. I had it fixed up and made ready for a teenager, a kid, and a toddler and that was where they stayed when I worked. Babysat well, of course.”

“Of course,” Molly said with a nod.

“eventually I got enough saved up to get the farm up and running with the help of a good manager. They loved the kids so they stayed at the farmhouse with us. Miguel and Marina retired when Caitlyn took over, but they taught her and her husband the ropes. That was about six years ago. Caitlyn redesigned the farmhouse and designed the place Miguel and Marina moved to as a thank you for everything they’d done.”

“And I’m assuming you paid for the construction?” Molly asked with a smile.

“Actually, Charlie did. The kids adored them. I think Caitlyn still babysits their grandkids from time to time since they stayed in Fallbrook.”

“Your family sounds so close,” she said.

“Unlike yours,” he said.

“Well, my mum and dad are dead and my brother was estranged long before my mum passed,” Molly said. “I doubt he’ll realize anything’s happened to me.”

“The others will, though,” he pointed out. “Holmes and his brother know the truth and I’m sure a suitable story will be told to everyone else.”

“I suppose,” she said, her good mood dimming.

“When he’s gone, you can go back to that life, or at least some of it,” Seb said. “That was the deal I worked out with the Holmes brothers, that this was all temporary for you. I don’t know what your home will be like or whether you can go back to Barts, but I think Mycroft will pull strings.”

“Why would he? I was shagging the enemy,” she said.

“I think they knew, and they know what kind of person Jim is,” Seb said. “You were in deep from the moment he picked you to get Holmes. It’s hard to escape his clutches.”

“I suppose,” she said.

“Look at this as kind of a vacation,” Seb said, pointing the spatula in his hand at her. “I promise I’ll try and make it at least a little enjoyable.”

“You swear?” Molly asked, the faintest of smiles crossing her face.

“I do.” Then he nodded to the skillet in front of him. “Hope you want a full English. I’m starved.”

“Strangely enough, so am I,” Molly said, her smile widening. Maybe it would all work out after all if this really was temporary. She’d just have to trust Seb.

Good thing she did already.

[ilovethings-somuch]

I know it has been a while but I am just thought I asked, if you are busy it is okay! Reader/Sebastian Stan- he tries to help you while you suffer from sinuses as it is spring time! while trying to occupy the kids and the pets? P.s hugs love ya hope everything is going well!

The sound of the baby crying is always the first thing to wake me on a Saturday. Normally Saturdays are my favorite day of the week. The one of the few days I get to spend with Sebastian as well as all the kids, but when I woke up this morning with the inability to breathe through my nose I knew it was going to be a rough one.

“Seba” I croak, finding that my throat has also grown sore overnight. He rolls to face me, a look of concern taking over his previously relaxed features.

“Are you okay?” he runs his hand over my forehead, checking for fever before continuing down my cheek.

“It’s probably just allergies” I assure him.

“Oh no, the zoo will not be help with that” he tells me sympathetically.

“Oh, but the kids will be so disappointed. It’ll be fine, I’ll make it”

“No. No you are going to stay here. I will take the kids to the zoo. That way you can relax and get better, and the kids still get their fun Saturday”

“Seb you don’t have to do that” I try fight with him but the fact that my voice is coming and going isn’t helping my argument.

“I’m not arguing with you about this. I want you to be as healthy as possible for our time together. Besides, it’s been awhile since I’ve taken the kids anywhere without you. You deserve a break”

“Fine” I mumble and he kisses my forehead before sliding out of bed and heading towards the nursery.

I follow shortly behind but make a stop in the bathroom for some allergy medication. I head to the kitchen to make sure everyone gets breakfast and pack a picnic lunch for everyone.

“I thought you were supposed to be relaxing” Sebastian scolds me when he comes into the kitchen.

“Well I wanted to make sure you didn’t forget anything. I packed a picnic for you and I-” Sebastian cuts me off by turning my by the shoulders and leading me out to the living room.

“Seb, I ju-”

“Nope. I don’t wanna hear whatever it is you’re going to say. You’re going to sit here and watch TV or sleep. You are not going to help us get ready for the day” He starts to walk away and I’m about to follow him when he turns around, pointing at me and tells me to stay.

“I’m not a dog, you know!” I shout after him.

“You’re right, Bell listens better than you do!” he calls back, making our dog run to him at the mention of her name. I pout for awhile before giving up and covering myself with a blanket and turning the TV on.

“Mommy, Mommy! Are you ready for the zoo? We’re going to see the lions and, Daddy’s favorite, the Pandas” Our 4 year old, Oliver, bounds onto the couch with me. I listen to him ramble on about all we’re going to see until Sebastian appears and intervenes.

“Mommy’s gonna stay home today, okay Ollie? She doesn’t feel very good”

“Mommy’s sick?” he asks Seb.

“Just some allergies, I’ll be okay soon, I just need to rest today”

“Which means you,” Sebastian say, pointing to Oliver, “need to come with me”

Oliver gives me a hug before following Sebastian out of the room. I hear our youngest, Greyson, crying from his bedroom and am about to go fetch him when Sebastian passes the living room with a pointed look at me and goes to Greyson’s room instead. Even though it’s hard for me to let Seb do all the work, it is enjoyable to watch how well he’s able to handle everybody.

“Mom, Dad said you aren’t coming with us” our oldest, Charlotte, interrupts my train of thought.

“I’m sorry honey, I really want to, but Daddy said I need to stay home so that I can feel better”

“But you promised we’d see the sea lion show while the babies watch the penguins with Dad, you know I hate how they smell” she wrinkles her nose at the thought.

“Oh you’re right, how about I talk to Dad and we’ll see if we can convince him” I start making my way to the nursery with Charlotte following behind me. I make it to the hallway before Sebastian appears with Greyson on his hip.

“What are you doing up? Charlie I told you to leave your Mom alone”

“Charlie just reminded me that I promised her the sea lion show. I have to come with”

“Nope. It’s not happening” he says quickly, “You go lay down. Charlie come with me, I need your help”

Both of us pout at him but he manages to keep his straight face as he walks past us. Charlotte trudges after him towards the kitchen and I go back to the couch. Sebastian manages to keep all the kids preoccupied enough to leave me alone right up until they’re ready to leave.

“Okay, go say goodbye to Mommy” I hear Sebastian tell the kids right before Oliver runs and jumps on my lap.

“Bye Mommy!” he yells into my ear as he wraps his little arms around my neck.

“Bye, Ollie, you be good for Daddy, okay?”

“Okay!” he jumps off the couch again and runs towards the door to put his shoes on.

“Bye Mom” Charlotte pouts as she gives me a hug.

“Hey, I promise I’ll take you to the sea lion show another time, okay? Just you and me, no boys. Help Dad with Ollie, please?” She nods her agreement and follows Ollie out the front door.

“Where’s my baby?” I hold my arms out for Greyson and he smiles and starts babbling at me. “I can’t believe you’re taking his first trip to the zoo away from me” I glare at Sebastian.

“I’ll take lots of pictures” he assures me as he takes Greyson back into his arms. “I love you, sleep, drink lots of water, I’ll bring home your favorite soup for dinner” He pecks my lips between each command, causing Greyson to giggle and grab at our faces.

“I love you too, call me if you need anything” He smiles his agreement and heads out the door after the kids.

I’m surprisingly able to get a good amount of sleep in, and the humidifier that Seb set up in the living room is doing wonders for my sore throat. I wake up sometime around 4 with Bell asleep on my lap. I decide to take a shower before everyone gets home. I check my phone to find a ton of picture messages from Sebastian. Some of Ollie hugging the glass in front of the Lion enclosure, a couple of Greyson with ice cream all over his cheeks, and even one of Charlotte smiling at the Sea Lion show. I send him a bunch of heart emojis back and hop in the shower.

By the time I’m out I can hear voices from the living room. I get dressed quickly and make my way out to the living room.

“Mom!” Charlotte yells first, “did you see? Dad took me to the Sea Lion show! And we skipped the stinky penguins”

“I did see, did you have a good day with the boys?”

“I did” she hugs me, “Dad’s getting dinner set out in the kitchen, he told me to come get you”

“Oh well let’s not keep him waiting then” I follow her to the kitchen, the wonderful smell of my favorite soup taking over the air. “Oh this smells amazing”

“Does that mean you can smell again?” Seb asks hopefully as he crosses the kitchen to me.

“I suppose it does, but I wouldn’t get too excited, sometimes that’s just from the shower”

“Darn” he shrugs before kissing me. “Did you sleep?”

“I did, and I drank lots of water and some tea. Thank you for the humidifier by the way”

“I figured you might need it more than Greyson’s empty room” he tells me nonchalantly.

“How were the boys?” I ask him, noticing that Greyson is almost asleep in his dinner and Oliver is on his way out too.

“They were good, Greyson slept in the stroller around 1 but only for a little while. Oliver only got crabby right before lunch, and maybe a little when I told him there weren’t any dragons at this zoo” he whispers the last part, making me laugh.

“Oh no, now he’s going to make him go to a zoo that does have dragons”

“No, it’s okay, I explained to him that dragons are too dangerous to be kept in zoos” he assures me through his quiets chuckles.

“Oh good!”

“Mommy, what’s so funny?” Oliver perks up when he notices me laughing.

“Nothing, honey, nothing at all. How is your dinner? Did you like the zoo?”

He forgets about our laughter quickly and starts telling me about everything he saw. Sebastian joins us at the table, setting a bowl of soup in front of me before digging into his own meal. I smile around the table, enjoying these little bits of our life that are completely domestic.

A/N: Well this ended up being longer than I planned, but I hope you like it! Domestic Sebastian is definitely my favorite Sebastian. oh also, when you sent me this I was like “but it’s fall.. not spring..?” and then I remembered that you’re in a different hemisphere than me 😂

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