#seb stan x celebrity!y/n

[duuhrayliegh]

this is still one of my favorite things to have written

thanks, vogue <3

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

summary: singer/songwriter!reader does a vogue beauty secrets youtube video with a surprise special guest

warnings: language, super fluff, cute seb (that’s a warning of it’s own), i think that’s it

word count: 1860

a/n: this was really just an idea that i had, i’m glad it came out short like this. i planned for it to be a continuation of 3.10, but it can totally be read on it’s own.

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!

m.list here!!

xoxo ray

You were currently double checking everything. Making sure the camera was set up the right way, that the light wasn’t sending a glare on your face, nothing crazy was going on in the background, just going through the checklist of things. Vogue had contacted you after your recent album, wanting you to do a get ready with me video for their Youtube channel. You were thrilled. You had always wanted to do one of these.

You decided to make the video as authentic as possible, so you were now sitting on the floor of your living room. The camera monitor was set up beside your trusty mirror so you could see what the camera saw. The open concept of your apartment was light and airy. Big windows lined the wall in front of you, allowing plenty of natural light to illuminate your kitchen. The contrast between the dark flooring with warm, open face cabinetry and shelving made the whole place feel bigger.

“Okay, let’s do this.” You leaned forward pressing the record button on the camera and just going for it. You waved your hands in front of your face as you spoke your opening line. “Hey, y’all! It’s Y/N Y/L/N here and this is my Vogue Beauty Secrets video.” You sat back, crossing your legs, glancing at the paper that your manager had sent over. “Okay, so I’m showing y’all my everyday makeup routine, if I’m not planning on going to, like, a shoot or being interviewed.” Your voice lilted and dipped with remnants of an accent that wasn’t quite distinguishable.

“So basically, if you see me on the street, this is probably what I’m going to look like.” You grabbed your moisturizer as you continued speaking. “Well, either this, or, like, just so tired.” Your media training was slipping away while you were in the comfort of your own home. “Anyway! I’ve already washed my face with the Cetaphil daily facial cleanser. Honestly, I’ve got super sensitive skin, so that’s what works best for me and I usually get it from, like, Target or Walgreens. Although I will say that I hardly ever run out of it because I have so many just scattered throughout different suitcases and bags.”

You held up your moisturizer, “So I use the Tatcha Water Cream moisturizer, like I said, I’ve got super sensitive skin, however, it’s also super dry.” You unscrewed the lid, scooping some out on your finger. “You’d never be able to tell because I’ve got really great makeup artists that help hide things like that.” You smeared the product onto your skin, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling.

“Okay, so now we do sunscreen.” You plucked the tube from your pile of makeup in front of you. “Sunscreen is so important guys, I cannot stress this enough.” You applied your sunscreen the same way you did your moisturizer. You sat back for a second, thinking of your routine. “I’m not even going to joke, this whole process usually takes me like fifteen minutes. I’ve been doing this exact same routine since high school.” You quirked a brow, shrugging your shoulders as you held up your next item.

“I use the Milk Hydro Grip primer.” You pumped twice on the bottle, applying the primer to your face. “I know that this is usually for like full coverage makeup, but I find that with the humidity and all the weather changes that we go through here, it just makes my makeup stick better.” You heard rustling coming from your bedroom, head snapping to the source. When nothing happened, you shrugged it off, deciding to try and finish this video.

“So, most of my makeup comes from, like, either Target or Ulta. I hardly ever buy high-end or luxury makeup products because I know I’m not going to savor them.” You smiled as you explained your foundation and concealer picks. You were currently applying setting powder to your face when you glanced at your manager’s paper again.

“I’ve got some questions that I’m supposed to answer, so here goes nothing.” You swiped away the excess powder on your face, picking up your contour powder. “I do use powder for my contour, don’t come for me. It’s only if I’m doing my makeup on my own and I’m not planning on doing anything big that day.” You were layering the contour just above the hollows on your cheekbones while you answered one of the questions on your sheet.

“How did you get into music?” You stopped for a second, sitting back fully and dropping your hands to your lap as you thought. “Well, if I’m being honest,” you winked at the camera, “I had a lot of pent up energy that wasn’t being properly used in the profession that I was in, so I just started writing and it turned out they made for a good melody.” You continued your process, spraying your face with some setting spray to melt the makeup together. You introduced the blush you use, applying it to your nose and above your cheekbones.

“What inspires your music writing?” You bit your lip as you dabbed your blush brush on your face. You stopped, scrunching your nose before answering, a habit you’ve only picked up recently. “I only write what I know. So, most of my inspiration is personal experience. Obviously, sometimes it’s based on something like 3.10 is based on Bucky Barnes from the MCU.” You finished applying your blush as you spoke. “But, my least favorite thing that songwriters and singers do, is write out of their own experience. I totally get drawing inspiration, but there’s a difference when it comes to drawing inspiration and making something up completely. I feel that it makes the songwriting and the song itself feel disconnected.”

You checked your reflection in the mirror, making a face at your lack of eyebrows. “Oh my good lord, my brows.” After swiping a spoolie through your brow, you filled in the gaps with an eyebrow pencil. Nodding, you grabbed an eyeshadow palette, dipping into a light brown color with a fluffy eye brush. “Right, so for eyeshadow, like everyday eyeshadow especially, I try to just deepen my crease and then I put the blush that I used that day all over my lid.” You proceeded to do what you said, bobbing your head along with the song stuck in your head.

“Awesome.” You said cheerfully while grabbing your mascara. “The only time I’m ambidextrous is when I’m doing mascara. True story.” You winked at the camera again, hearing the rustling from your room again. You stopped quickly, turning your head to your bedroom door.

Sebastian struts out in his plaid pajama pants and crumpled white t-shirt. You rolled your lips in, preventing a laugh leaving your lips as he traveled to the kitchen. You couldn’t tell if he just hadn’t noticed you and the camera yet, or if he just didn’t care about it. You watched in awe as he poured two cups of coffee before locking eyes with him.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He smirked at your reaction, nodding to the camera. “Hello, Vogue.” He added creamer to the coffee cups before walking over to you from the kitchen. You had turned around to finish your mascara so you didn’t see him coming toward you. He sat down on the couch behind you, placing your coffee cup next to you on the ground. He pecked you on the cheek before settling into the couch cushions, watching as you finished the video.

“Alright, so we’re almost done here. I’ve just got to do highlight and then a lip gloss.” Sebastian sipped on his coffee as you held up two different highlights for him to pick from.

“Do the one on the left, it’s more natural looking.” You smiled at him, pulling the highlighter closer to you.

“I’m glad you picked that one, I was probably going to do it anyway.” Sebastian’s laugh sounded from the sofa behind you. “Oh, help me pick a lip gloss though.” He gave you a look before choosing and you widened your eyes at him. “I promise I’ll use the one you pick!” Sebastian’s tongue darted out from between his lips as he decided.

“Do this one, with the mauve lip pencil liner.” He held up a nude pink gloss and a mauve liner, proudly. You smiled at him, before leaning toward the mirror to apply the pigments. You popped your lips after replacing the applicator to the tube. You looked back at Sebastian, both hands under your chin, expectantly waiting for his approval.

“Well? What do ya think?” You smiled wide at him. He slid from his spot on the sofa to sit next to you. He leaned towards you, pecking you once on the lips, then licking his own pair.

“I like that one because it tastes like cookies.” He winked at the camera again, making you blush under your makeup. “You look beautiful, draga mea.”

“Thank you, lovey.” Your face has been stuck in a permanent smile ever since Sebastian left your room, but you had to finish this video before you could do anything else. “Well, that’s it for my everyday makeup! I hope you guys enjoyed it. As usual, my DMs are always open, although I don’t think I’ll be much help for makeup tips. Thanks for watching!’ You looked at Seb, who was sitting on the floor next to you. He wasn’t facing the camera though, his gaze was trained on your face, not wavering.

“What? Did I already mess it up?” You grabbed a compact mirror, checking for any imperfections. You stopped when Sebastian laughed lightly, shaking his head.

“No, you just look really beautiful, Y/N.” You bit your bottom lip before pressing a kiss to Sebastian’s. The kiss was sweet with his hands on your neck, his proudly displaying the hickies you gifted him last night. After breaking the kiss, you turned off the camera, sending a text to your manager.

“You know that this is going to confirm our relationship, right?” You turned to Sebastian, who was heading back to the kitchen with his now empty mug. “You okay with that?” You pushed yourself off the ground, grabbing your own cup, sipping on the lukewarm beverage. You stood next to him, placing your mug on the dark countertop, a soft clink sounding through the now silent apartment.

“I think it’s about time.” He caged you in with his body, both arms resting on either side of you. Sebastian leaned forward, pecking you on the nose. “I’m ready to show you off, baby.”

*****

The video came out about a week or two later. It was accompanied by a post on yours and Sebastian’s Instagram’s. The picture was of when you had both attended a baseball game. Caps pulled low over your faces, the back of the jersey’s reading ‘Mr. Stan’ and ‘Mrs. Stan.’ The second picture was of your reflection in a car. Sebastian leaned over your shoulder, happily kissing your cheek as you beamed.

The caption on both your posts was, “thanks, vogue <3”

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode seven :: OBSESSED.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔y/n’s fans are obsessed with heartbreak syndrome, and so is the entire grid. the entire grid.

fc – wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕i misspelled ‘hear’ for ‘heart’ in a tweet, sad music, shady behaviour, short one :( none.

y/n

♡ liked by theweeknd, lewishamilton and 10,482,583 others.

y/n beyond grateful 🥹🤍 truly can’t begin to express how thankful i am for you guys, thank u thank u thank u from the bottom of my heart for the support that you’ve shown for the album 🫂💐 it means a lot more than u will genuinely ever know and i’m so happy i get to celebrate highs this high with u !! once again, thank u for letting me share this part of my life with you and thank u for enjoying the sad bullshit i sang abt 💌 i love you. forever. this is ours. grateful for u, always my loves ⭐️🫧❣️

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

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[darkdemeter]

Y/N “WOLFIE’S” PANEL

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

(Platonic) Avengers cast x GN/Female/Male Reader Feat. on the panel: Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Robert Downey Jr.

A/N — So this was delayed at first because I'd kinda gotten second thoughts, then did a bit of research (just watched some of the cast in interviews and stuff). And then I thought "fuck it, write it." So I did just that. Though I'm not counting on this being "top tier" and very well may be the only time I do this sorta thing. Because I have come to realise when writing this... I CANNOT write celebrities, so great kudos to those who can, and also they make it look so easy!

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

READER DISCRETION — Nothing that should be potentially triggering— maybe slight insecure reader? Nothing really, just that little "did I do good?" y'know? — just Y/N with the avengers cast— Y/N being a little blushing, embarrassed mess

SUMMARY— You meet your fellow cast members on the panel for Comic Con, the debut for the final instalment to Habits of Mother Nature's Will releasing that weekend at the premiere.

You can read the columns here — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II: AFTERMATH

You never thought you would hear anything louder than the sound of applauding fans and cheers as your name was announced by the panel moderator.

You swaggered onto the stage, your outfit was casual but styled in a way that could pass for formal dress easily. Your hair styled to what you favoured most. 

You raised your arm up and waved to the crowd who roared with such vigour, you silently admitted to yourself it was a tad bit intimidating. But you were excited for this panel. To be beside your cast members who you had bonded with over the course of production, and to finally meet those who loved the project as well. 

The Avengers series had been a cinematic hit and when you signed the contract, had anyone told you that the three part short series would have been a major hit for audiences, you would have scoffed.

Your co-stars each turned and greeted you with grins as they waved you over. “There they are!” Chris announced into his microphone with a wide grin.

 You were assigned to sit between Lizzie and Chris. Anthony sat on Lizzie’s other side. 

“Where you been, Y/N? We missed you,” Anthony questioned you with a pout, hands forming a heart over his chest. You chuckled and held up your other hand that held a cup of coffee.

“I needed my fix, leave me alone,” you grumbled. Lizzie squeezed your shoulder lightly with a shake of her head, ushering the others to stop picking on you.

“And you didn’t bring me one,” Anthony tutted and Seb called after him, “the betrayal.”

The crowd laughed and cheered.

“So we were just about to get to the fans' questions, Y/N, and I don’t doubt a lot of them have questions about your character in particular,” the moderator said to you and you nodded. 

“Prepare yourself for marriage proposals, Y/N. There is always at least ten for each of us,” Robert said, his voice deep and calm over the mic system. 

Your face went bright red. “Well…” you wanted to swear out of habit, but you held your tongue, your head fell forward. “Dammit.”

More laughs came from the audience. The microphone was set up and any fans who had questions were directed to stand in the queue.

The first fan was a young woman, probably about college age. You leaned forward, your arms folded on the table and made your clothes pull against your frame and you looked intensely focused on the fan. Engaged with what they had to say.

The very act made quite a few people swoon and scream, only your eyes flickered to your cast mates with a raised brow.

“I think the proposals have increased quite a bit now,” Chris said with a smirk. It didn’t help relieve the flush in your face when a few whistles of agreement followed his statement. 

The girl giggled nervously into the mic in front of her and you refocused your attention on her. “Hi,” she said through her giggles and you nodded, hand lifting slightly to wave. 

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and she nodded, “good thank you. I just want to say personally I’m a huge fan of the character, C/N, and I just wanted to ask you how you felt when you got the role to portray them?”

You raised your brows under the weight of the question. You smiled and thanked her for the question. “Hmm, well, I’m not gonna lie it felt scary that I wouldn’t be able to portray the character, but the script writer and director - along with my cast members - they really helped me where I felt I lacked in providing the performance that C/N would. So yeah, thank you for that question, and I’m glad you enjoyed my take on the character, other than that it was a lot of fun.”

She beamed from ear to ear and nodded eagerly. She thanked you profusely and expressed her excitement to see Aftermath in cinemas. Elizabeth patted your hand with a smile. “You did good,” she uttered away from the microphone and you nodded in thanks.

Another fan walked up and greeted the cast. “So I want to know, who would win in a fight against each other: Bucky or C/N?”

“Uh, the correct answer, obviously, would be Ironman.” Robert’s interjection made the crowd fall into a frenzy of hysterics. You grinned, the act natural and your own that you made signature component for your character. 

“Remember who killed your parents,” Sebastian taunted and Robert smirked down the table his way. “Uh,” Sebastian began as he leaned back in thought for a moment, “I kinda want to say Bucky. I don’t think C/N could bring themselves to hurt him. So I think he’d use that to his advantage.”

When the fan inquired about your opinion, you shrugged with a tsk. “I think C/N would only win if someone hurt Wanda.” Your answer made the fans giddy, the uproar of cheers enough to bring the roof down like an earthquake. 

“I have to say that the fight sequence was so intense, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. The cinema I was in was in such a state, I thought it was gonna get shut down,” the next fan began with a giggle. You and your fellow co-stars couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. It really did make you happy to know that you had done well to provide fans with such excitement. The Avenger films were great and adored by the fanbase, your only wish was that you wouldn’t let the dedicated members of the production and the fans down. 

“The fight choreography was brilliant and I wanted to ask what you could share about what went on behind the scenes? Like, how was all of that done?”

Oh, that was a loaded question. “Well…,” you chuckled, “let me first tell you that the entirety of my character fighting in their ‘wolf form’ was me. I did all the motion capture for that–” The room was filled with applaus. “Thank you. Yeah, my stunt double thought it would be funny to visit their family overseas and leave me to do all the motion capture. So I have them to thank for the harness that was riding my ass for the next couple of days,” you answered, though everyone could tell you only meant to tease, that you didn’t mean anything ill about it all. 

The experience of doing all the intense choreography was actually one of the most fun aspects you’d ever done in any of your productions thus far. 

Anthony laughed into his mic then. “I kid you not, we all have a video around twenty minutes long of Y/N doing the motion capture from the gag reel. And it’s hilarious,” he sighed at the end and earnt a laugh from the crowd. 

“It wasn’t easy, man,” you whined, “but– but when I had to do scenes that required a more realistic build, I was saved the embarrassment and actually we had my dog, D/N, do all the motion capture for that.”

A photo of your German Shepherd appeared on the screen above, your arms encircled around them, their head tilted and long tongue hung from their mouth. 

“They’re so cute!” a fan in the crowd shouted and you chuckled. “Damn adorable, I love them. I had to be on guard, I was scared Chris would take them home.”

Chris leaned over in his seat, hand slapped to his chest with a toothy grin as he cackled to himself. “I love that dog so much, what can I say?”

The fan thanked you for your time and walked back to their seat. The next fans were two girls, again around the age of college students walked up together. “Hi!” one of them greeted and the other looked incredibly shy, her friend held her close around the shoulders. 

“Hey there, how are you?” you asked again. You always asked how the fans were, a habit that was just natural. Human. Kind. 

“We’re good thanks. Uh, so this is my friend, Taylor,” she said and indicated to the other girl next to her. She waved and mumbled a meek hello into the mic. Your cheeks folded out into a smile, adoring the girl’s shyness. It was adorable. “And it’s her birthday and I want to ask if you could give her a little birthday present as your character, C/N, please? And with a cherry on top, add your wolf voice?”

Your tongue danced over your teeth as fans left, right and centre cheered and hollered. You could tell it was as much wanted by them as the fans asking for it themselves. “Just out of curiosity, who else is here for their birthday?” you asked and quite a large amount clapped in answer, a view yelled their response.

“Okay, so you can consider this a gift to you guys as well.” You sat forward and rolled your shoulders, getting into the mind of your character. 

“Happy Birthday, Taylor.” You stopped to let the fans burn out their screams before you continued. “Told you, marriage proposals all of them,” Robert commented just as you went to speak and you broke out of character for a moment, face palming your hand. 

“Go on, Wolfie, you gotta appease the fans,” Robert uttered with a wave of his hand to usher you on.

“I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Wanna play fetch some… sometime in the park?” Despite the momentary hiccup, unable to contain the embarrassed giggle in your throat as your face brightened, you finished. 

Even some of your castmates imitated getting flustered, even Lizzie herself fanned her face. Taylor hid her face in her palms and her friend thanked you. 

The other beauty of your performance was that the sound editors had little to do with mixing your vocals for the werewolf voices, you had a knack for making it naturally guttural and animalistic. 

Anthony snickered playfully. “So I think we can agree that Y/N “Wolfie” has taken over the panel. Can we get a shout or clap if you enjoyed Y/N’s performance of C/N?”

You don’t know how it was possible, but that was the loudest you’d heard the fans. 

[youre-amazing-say-it]

hi! can you do something with any mcu member (maybe chris or seb or anthony) where the reader is feeling peer pressure to have sex and she talks to one of the cast and they listen to her and hear her out and tell her it’s okay to take her time etc? i could use hearing this lol🤍 thank u

Am I Ready?

Warning: Talks of Sex, making out, talks of losing virginity, and manipulation.

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

Taglist: @chrisevansdaughter @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya @dumb-fawkin-bitch

“Happy six months babe,” your partner Jack said seductively into your ear. The two of you were in a hotel room celebrating your anniversary. Jack flew in to celebrate as you were in Atlanta shooting Falcon and the Winter Soldier. The past six months with him have been incredible, and he has always been a kind and safe person to talk to. Except recently, when things have become a little award around a certain topic. 

You and Jack were in the middle of a heated make-out session when you felt him grab the hem of your shirt. Like always, you grabbed his hand and put them back on your hips. “Seriously babe, can we not do this tonight,” you said as you let go of the kiss and leaned against his forehead. He threw his head back against the couch and let out a groan. “Y/n, we have been together for six months. SIX MONTHS. Why don't you trust me?” Jack said. You got off and moved to sit next to him as you took his hand. “Jack, I keep telling you that sex is a big deal, and I'm not ready for it yet. I don't know when, but I'm asking you for patience.” Jack leaned over and kissed you on the lips. 

“You know I love you right?” Jack said looking at you. You gave a subtle nod to him, “and I really want to have sex with you. Don't you want to have sex with me?” he asked. “Jack, I don't know yet, okay?” you said as water lined your eyes. Jack got up from the sofa and headed for the bathroom, “where are you going?” you asked, not even looking at him afraid the tears would start falling. “To jerk myself off 'cause you won't fucking do it,” he spoke with a raised voice as he slammed the door.

Those events all transpired last night. 

Now you were back on set, and your tension has been weird since then. You sat in your chair, drinking water on the hot Atlanta stage when you heard two voices come through the stage doors. 

“The red ones are the best, no doubt.” you heard one voice say. “It's obviously the green ones Mack; you just have no taste,” sassed the second voice as they got closer to you. “Hey Y/N! What's the best skittle flavor?” Anthony Mackie asked as your other costar Sebastian Stan stood next to him. You quickly put on a small smile, responding “Yellow obviously.” The boys shook their heads and continued arguing for each of their flavors until they noticed you weren’t inputting yourself into their shenanigans like usual. “You okay Buttercup?” Mackie asked with a thoughtful look in his eyes. 

You trusted these two like brothers, always being there for you in times of need. Taking a breath, you continued saying “Can I talk to you guys later, maybe?” you asked looking at these men hopefully. Seb smiled and wrapped the metal arm around your shoulders, bringing you into a side hug. “Oh, course Y/n. How about during lunch, we chill in my trailer and chat,” he proposed looking down on you. You smiled back at him; “Sounds perfect.”

By the time lunch rolled around, you, Seb, and Mackie were on the floor of Sebastian's trailer. Craft’s Services had a taco truck for lunch, and each of you had your water by your side. “So,” Seb said as he had a piece of lettuce hanging out of his mouth, “what's up in that brain of yours?” he spoke with a smile on his face. You finished sipping your water before wiping your mouth and speaking. 

“When did you guys lose your virginity?”

It just so happened when you said that, both men had water in their mouths and some trickled out. “Um,” Sebastian chuckled,” well I was a senior in high school. A girl I meet at Stagedoor Manor. And I lied about being a virgin and we both had absolutely no clue what we were doing.” You turned to look at Mackie. “It was in my first serious relationship. I knew sex was important to me, and I wanted to wait till I was ready.” You looked up from your taco when Mackie spoke. “Did you feel that you were ready to lose it?”

The boys looked at each other and then looked at you. They knew about you and Jack, and only met him a couple times but from how you described him to them, he seemed like a good guy. Or so they thought. “Is Jack pressuring you to be ready?” Mackie spoke to you quietly. You set your taco down as you leaned back against the couch cushion you set up on the floor. 

“Kinda. I keep on telling him that I need time to think about if I want to have sex, cause its a big deal to me. And every time we make out, he always tries to initiate it and I keep on saying no. and he did it again last night when we were celebrating our anniversary, and he Keeps on talking about how I don't trust him. and how if I love him I would have sex with him.” You said in rant-style toned. 

“First of all, he shouldn't be pressuring you at all. It's not HIS place to say when YOU are ready.  got that?” Mackie responded quickly. You nodded your head as he waited for him to continue. “Have you guys talked at all since last night?” Seb asked politely. “I tried reaching out to him, but we haven't spoken. And it hurts cause I do love him, but annoyed he doesn't respect my boundaries.” 

“Break up with him,” Seb said bluntly as he took a huge bit of his taco. “That’s not your place to say,” you spoke angrily. “Look, you are asking us for advice, and I'm giving you some. Is he making you uncomfortable in this situation?” Seb said looking at you. “I mean kin-” you said before Mackie spoke up. “Do you think he will ever respect your boundaries?” Mackie questioned. “Maybe ov-” 

“EHH! Nope wrong answers. You should be able to answer those with a confident yes. Otherwise, he isn't worth your time.” Mackie continued over you. You know they were right, and you have been thinking about it for a while. But this talk really helped you solidify your decision. 

“I'll think you guys are right,” you spoke as you took a final bite out of your taco. Mackie scoffed, “Damn right we are.” he added as he got up to throw away his trash. “We just care about you, Y/n, and don't want to see you in an unhealthy relationship,” Seb commented. You gave them both a soft, warm, smile. “Thank you.” 

“Now,” Seb said as he took the giant jar of skittles from behind his back and placed it in the circle, “let's really figure out which flavor is the best.”

[daddyyy88]

“Te iubesc” | Sebastian Stan x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 0.7k

warnings: ?

summary: You do something completely unexpected at you and Sebastian’s wedding, and it makes him fall in love you even more

You were so perfect. It’s all he couldn’t think about. You had done so well, managing the stress of today and you were now standing in front of him looking like you just flew down here from heaven. You were standing in front of him, ready and willing to be with him for the rest of your lives, promising to love him through everything.

When it came time to say your vows, you seemed nervous. He caressed your hand as he watched you with the softest eyes, surely with heart shaped pupils too. You looked behind you at his mother and his brows furrowed a little.

She nodded and you took a deep breath. Never in a million years would he have thought you were about to speak your vows in Romanian. That you took the time to sit down with his mom and learn his first language so he understood just how much you wanted him for the rest of your life.

“Sebastian, you have no idea how hard it is to find the words to express just how much I love you. But I hope I did a good job, because all I want is for you to understand just how important you are to me. I love you with my whole heart, with a passion that can't be expressed in words, only in kisses, glances, and years of adventure by your side. I promise to be your honest, faithful, and loving wife for the rest of my days. I pledge to honor you, love you, and cherish you as my husband today and every day. Today I say, "I do" but to me that means, "I will." I will take your hand and stand by your side in the good and the bad. You are my every dream come true, and I can't wait for the reality we get to build together. You love me and complete me in ways I never knew possible. From this day forward, I promise to listen to you and learn from you, to support you and accept your support. I will celebrate your successes and mourn your losses as though they were my own. I will love you, my husband, and indulge in your love for me for all of the years of our lives. I choose you and promise to choose you as my husband every day we wake. I will love you in word and deed. I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, grow with you, and craft with you. To be your partner in all of life's adventures is all I could hope for in the world. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don't yet know, I give you my hand. I give you my love. I give you myself, the good, the bad, and the yet to come.”

Tears flooded down his face, and he just wanted to hold you in his arms for the rest of his life. “God, babe, why’d you do that” he said, laughing as he wiped away his tears. You giggled and he said “all I wanna do is kiss you now”

“Just a few more minutes” you said and he sniffled. You wiped away the never ending tears coming down his face and he sighed shakily. As he spoke his vows, you felt like you were falling in love all over again. You were so sure that this was right for you. You felt no anxiety, no fear, you knew Sebastian was the perfect man to spend the rest of your days with.

Saying “I do” that day was the easiest thing you’d ever done in your life.

“You may kiss the bride” the officiant said and Seb cupped your cheeks, pressing his forehead to yours. “Te iubesc, baby” he said and you sniffled. You took a deep breath and said “Te iubesc”

He kissed you softly, moving his arms down and hugging your waist tight against him, smiling through the kiss. Once you broke the kiss for air, his cheeks were so blushed you were almost concerned and he was grinning so so so hard.

“Can’t believe you made me cry like a baby in front of all our friends. Now everyone knows it wasn’t a trap and I actually love you” he joked and you giggled. You pecked his lips again and said “please, you couldn’t pretend you hated me even if you tried”

“I hate it when you’re right,” he said and sighed. You kissed his cheek and said “prepare to be miserable forever then, cause you're stuck with me and I’m always right” “there’s worse ways to live” he said and scooped you up, running down the aisle with you in his arms.

I just put the parts spoken in Romanian in bold because I don’t want to risk getting the wrong translation and it also makes it easier for you guys to read

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As of now l'm writing for

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London Nights

A Shoot your Shot add on.

Sebastian Stan x Curvy!Actress Reader

Word count: 1,722 words

A/N: Yes, I started this story because of the most beautiful pictures of Sebastian Stan at the London premier of Sharper. This is in the same universe of Shoot your Shot but decided to give it a different name this time around. Again, reblogs are very much appreciated. Thank you to @christycurlswrites and all the ladies on my discord for encouraging me to write this even when I'm still in the middle of my Sebastian Stan!Mafia story

Warnings: 18+ no minors, Smut (pvp sex) Unprotected sex, Cussing, fluff. If i missed anything opps. 

The week before valentine's day you and Sebastian were heading to London for press and the premier of his new movie Sharper for Apple+. You had never been to London and this was going to be amazing because you were going with your very sexy fiancé Sebastian. The flight was going to be super long so you left New York around 11:30 pm for you to arrive a little after 9am London time. You and Sebastian both wore comfortable sweatpants and hoodies for the flight since you were hoping to get a few hours of sleep on the flight. “Seb do we have to go through the regular TSA or do we have to pre-check?” “I made sure we got pre-check. So just in case there would be too many people at the airport we could just go right through and you wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable being searched.” “Thank you so much baby, I love you.” “I love you too draga” 

You were both able to get 4 hours of sleep on the flight and so you didn't feel too tired when you got to Heathrow Airport. You each had a carryon and 1 large piece of luggage for your stay in england. Stepping out of the VIP area of the airport you were greeted by a man in a black suit and a sign saying ‘Mr Stan & Fiance’ “Well I guess this is for us huh honey?”  “I guess so, very cool.” “Hello, I’m Mr Stan and this is my fiance Miss Y/L/N.” “It's good to meet you sir, if you will follow me, we will get your luggage into the car and head to your hotel.” You followed the driver to the curbside pickup and handed him your things. You got into the backseat waiting for Sebastian to finish speaking to the driver while helping him. That man will try his best to stay humble in any aspect, that's one of the reasons you love him so much. While you sat there you thought of the sexy lingerie you packed especially for the premier he is going to flip. 

You were brought out of your dirty thoughts when Sebastain opened the door to get in the back with you. He slid over so he could be closer to you and wrap his arm around you. “I cant believe I’m in london with the love of my life and celebrate his newest movie.” you look up at him as you say the last part. “I’m glad you were able to come with me draga. Premiers make me more nervous than awards shows, I’m glad to have you by my side.” Sebastian gives you a kiss on the forehead and you snuggle closer to him as you drive through the streets of London. You settle into the hotel and spend the rest of the day relaxing on the couch in your room while Sebastain makes a few phone calls letting him know where his press interviews will be and with whom. 

That evening you have room service brought to your room and have a nice romantic dinner. The next 2 days are spent following Sebastian to his interviews and in between interviews you chat with a few of his co-stars. In a flash Wednesday comes and it's the day of the premier. You have no clue what Michael, Sebs stylist put him in and you’re buzzing with excitement to see what he is wearing. You spend most of your time getting ready in the ensuite of the hotel room making sure your skin is glowing and your hair is perfect. You put on the lingerie you picked out for tonight and checked yourself in the mirror one more time before you opened the door to get your dress that was hanging on the room door. “Sebastian are you in the bedroom?” “Yes darling, I'm all dressed, just waiting for you to put on your dress.”  When you exit the bathroom you see Sebastian looking in the mirror to make sure his suit is good. He hears you coming out and when you both lay eyes on each other it's like there is a jolt of electricity that hits both of you. There he stands, in an all black Prada suite with a long trench coat and turtleneck. 

He is giving off major vampire vibes with his long hair loose and beard. “Fuck me.” you say quietly. At that moment Sebatian sees you in the lingerie you picked out and his eyes blow wide with lust. He rakes his eyes up and down your frame and starts slowly walking towards you. His gaze is so intense it's almost embarrassing how hot you’re getting from it. You're so turned on by his look your pussy is practically dripping with desire. “Sebastian?” “Draga, how much time do we have til we leave? Because I don't think we can go until I've had your perfect pussy wrapped around me.” “I think we have enough time, besides we can always be fashionably late.” At that moment Sebastain is on you and crashes his lips to yours in a heated, passionate kiss. You slide your hands up his arms and and push his coat off his shoulders and onto the floor. Sebastian has his hands on your shoulders gliding down the sheer lingerie to have access to your breast. He grabs ahold of them and you moan into his mouth. 

He starts kissing down your neck at the same time removing the lingerie having it pool at your feet, when he comes back to your mouth you bring your hands to his belt and start removing it as well and unzipping his pants. You place your hand on his hard cock and gently tug on it. He breaks the kiss and bends down to bring your left breast into his mouth while pinching the right with his thumb and middle finger. “Oh god Seb, don't stop.”  “I won't stop until you can barely walk tonight. Don't worry I’ll help you if needed.” With a devilish grin he brings his hands to the back of your thighs and hoists you up to his waist and brings you to the large king size bed. He gently lays you down on the bed. With your hair splayed across the bed and you in only your thong you look like a sex goddess. He finishes taking off his slacks and then his shirt keeping him in boxer briefs. He grabs his cock over his briefs trying to stave off the ache he has for you.  

You lift your right hand and with your finger beg him to come to you, he obliges and starts crawling on top of you. Placing open mouth kisses up your body as he meets your lips in a bruising kiss. He is absolutely feral for you groping your breast and hips as he makes it down to the waistband of your thong. He takes it in his hands and rips it off your body. “I hope after this you weren't thinking of wearing these because i want you dripping my cum as we walk the premiere.” “I wouldn't have it any other way baby. Fucky me daddy!” Sebastian said screw it, no prep he rolled on top of you and started taking his underwear off and kicked them to the floor. He came back down and placed his forehead to yours while pumping his cock a few times before nugging your clit feeling how wet you are for him. “Oh god baby your so fucking wet, is this all for me?” “It’s all for you always.” Sebastian started inserting his cock into your weeping pussy inch by inch. You were so wet he could practically slide in with no problem which he did once he was halfway in and just slammed his cock the rest of the way elcting the most pornagraphic moan he has ever heard. 

“Fuck baby that was the sexiest sound i have ever heard lets see if we can hear that again.” He started fucking so hard the headboard of the bed started hitting the wall. You were already in a haze with how relentless his was fucking you. Your hands started scratching down his back as the intensity of your organism was approaching. “Oh Sebastain, baby i'm so close, thats it right there don't stop. Oh god!” “I'm almost there too, baby come on cum with me. I want you to look at me when you cum.” You slowly open your eyes and are met by his sweaty face and eyes that will look into your soul. You hold his face and give him the same intensity. He can feel you choking his cock so hard and brings his hand between your bodies and starts circling your clit. You bring your legs around his waist and lock them in place at the ankles. Then with just 3 words you let go of an earth shattering orgasim. “Cum for daddy.” You are milking his cock so hard he can hardly move when his orgasim comes. “Holy shit baby, i cant stop cumming there's so much i can't stop.”  He stays inside you for a few more minutes. “I love you so much Seb.” I love you too y/n, soon to be Mrs Stan. I like the sound of that.” He rolls off you and stands up to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom to wipe the little cum that is on your thighs. He still wants you dripping from your pussy tonight, no underwear. 

After redoing your hair and make-up and getting your dress on finally, Sebastian gets dressed again and keeps his disheveled hair for the night. You make it to the movie premiere 10 mins late but are on time to have Sebastian take photos with his castmates. As you two sit to watch the movie you are squirming in your seat feeling Sebastian's cum dripping out. He notices this and brings his lips to your ear to whisper to you. “You okay baby? Is there something wrong?” You can hear the smile on his face, smug bastard. “No baby I'm good just can't wait till this is over so we can have round 2 maybe 3.”  “God I love you so fucking much baby.”

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one shots

❁ the one where y/n finds out : as y/n’s birthday comes around, all she wants is to celebrate by having a party with her friends but when one secrets gets spilled, it turns out not in her favor at all.

the one with bucky’s girlfriend : after hearing about bucky’s feelings towards y/n, she hopes to reciprocate those same feeling until she sees bucky with someone that isn’t her.

thin ice mister: you leave bucky and sam alone with your toddler.. chaos.

series collection

courage to change | stark!reader

y/n stark, after losing her father when battling thanos in endgame— she thought everything was gone for her until a familiar face asks for help. she would do anything for sam, but when bucky sees her after six months, he’s not sure how to feel around her anymore.

one two three four five six

SEBASTIAN STAN

one shots

infinity war cast play: family feud | sebastian stan x fem!actress

during infinity war press, a whole lot of chaos with the whole cast of infinty war while playing a game of competive family feud

‘Infinity war cast on mtv news compilation | seb stan x fem!actress

taking a break from the stressful interviews, you and the cast of infinity war take a break and do some trivia and games with mtv’s josh horowitz

[sebstanaddict]

Love Song

Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Story

Chapter 24 - Back For Good

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

The unthinkable seemed to have happened to Sebastian and reader is absolutely devastated. Will he survive or will he leave her for good?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 24/24

Chapter List >

Warning : angst, traffic accident, description of injuries, references to death, fluff

Word count : 10.3k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it out here.

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Whatever I said, whatever I did

I didn't mean it

I just want you back for good

(Want you back, want you back, want you back for good)

Whenever I'm wrong, just tell me the song

And I'll sing it

You'll be right and understood

(Want you back, want you back)

I want you back for good (want you back for good)

And we'll be together, this time is forever (forever, girl)

We'll be fighting and forever we will be

So complete in our love

We will never be uncovered again

I guess that now it's time she came back for good..

Back For Good - Take That

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Soho, Manhattan, New York - July 18th 2023 - 5 pm 

The sound of sirens broke through the hustle bustle sound of Manhattan traffic as an ambulance weaved its way through the crowded Manhattan street, trying to get to a scene of an accident about a mile away. 

A man was lying on the ground on the side of the street, unconscious. A gash on his right eyebrow, bruises all over his arms and his left leg laid on a weird angle. A woman had her face and right hand on top of his chest while her other hand held a baby. She was sobbing and shaking his body in an effort to wake him up.

"Seb.. wake up.. please.. Seb, don't go! Please!" Her agonizing cries broke the hearts of everyone around them.

The scene of the accident had attracted people around them. Some genuinely wanted to help while most were just curious. But the fact that the victim was a celebrity turned the scene of the accident into something like a movie premiere. People whipped out their cellphones and took pictures and videos of them. Some, mostly girls, cried their hearts out as they saw who the victim was. 

"It's Sebastian Stan.." 

"Sebastian Stan? The Winter Soldier? Oh no!"

"It's.. Sebastian everyone…Sebastian Stan.." 

Among the chaos a man knelt by the woman's side and held her shoulder. She lifted her head up and turned to him with tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Do you mind if I help check his condition?" The man who was apparently the one who had hit on Sebastian asked.

"Please go ahead." She sniffled.

The man nodded and placed his fingers on the base of Sebastian's neck.

"I can feel a pulse." He said then he placed his ear above Sebastian's nose. "He's still breathing."

An immense relief washed over Y/n as she heard the man. Sebastian was still alive! 

"The ambulance is on its way. I already called them. Please don't worry and stay calm." The man said, giving her an encouraging smile.

"Th.. thank you." She said.

A woman with long blonde hair broke among the crowd and knelt next to her.

"Y/n.. I'm sorry. Nothing was going on between us, I swear!" Stephanie said, placing her hand on her shoulder gently. But she shrugged her off, forcing her to drop her hand.

"Just.. just go Stephanie. I.. I can't deal with you right now." She turned her head away from Stephanie and placed her palm on Sebastian's cheek, caressing it gently.

Stephanie nodded and stood up then stood several feet away.

Just then two policemen came. They asked her several questions and she answered them to the best of her ability. The ambulance showed up just as they were finished asking her questions.

"Excuse me, ma'am." A first responder came and knelt next to her. He checked Sebastian's condition and asked her several questions. 

Not long after that more first responders came and she watched as Sebastian was carefully lifted onto a gurney and then brought into the back of the ambulance.

"Can I come? Please?!" She begged just before the door of the ambulance was closed.

"We're really sorry ma'am. But since you're with a baby it would be more comfortable for you and your baby to use a different vehicle. Don't worry, he's in good hands." The first responder smiled.

She didn't have a choice but to obey. As soon as the door of the ambulance was closed she ran back towards the taxi she hired with people still taking videos and pictures of her, but she didn't care about them. She just nodded when one of them wished Sebastian a speedy recovery.  

The taxi driver was thankfully waiting for her. So she went inside the taxi with her heart beating so fast in her chest, praying to God all the way to the hospital to save her husband's life.

The taxi took her to Mount Sinai Beth Israel hospital located about a mile away. As soon as she arrived at the hospital she ran inside and went to the ER. She managed to catch a glimpse of him being pushed into the ER. She wanted to go in too but the nurses wouldn't let her. So she was forced to stay in the waiting room.

She sat right across from the ER with Starlene on her lap who was oblivious to what was going on around her. But then Starlene started to snuggle on her chest, wanting to nurse. She realized she would need someone to help care for Starlene because she wanted to focus on Sebastian. So she called Sebastian's mother. She was shocked when she heard what happened and told her she would come immediately.

While waiting for his mother to come she made a bottle of baby formula for Starlene which she thankfully drank without protest. Then she waited.

Her mind and heart were still in turmoil as images of Sebastian's unconscious face haunted her. She stared at the door of the ER, her eyes going after each alphabet that spelled the words 'Emergency Room' in an effort to calm herself.

If only she had let him come inside the taxi, he wouldn't have been hit. If only she had stopped and allowed him to explain the situation, he wouldn't have gotten a broken leg. If only she had followed him back to New York a couple of days ago, he wouldn't.. Her mind stopped listing the 'if onlys' as she finally gave in to the fresh wave of sadness and tears started to stream down her face. 

I'm sorry, Seb, I'm sorry. She thought. Hoping that he could somehow telepathically hear her from behind the ER door.

"Y/n.." a gentle female voice greeted her. 

She sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes only to find Stephanie standing in front of her, looking down at her in concern.

"Mind if I sit?" She asked slowly.

She felt an immense hatred towards her and wanted to just shout at her, blaming her for everything that had happened and ask her to leave her alone. But, as angry as she was, she was not that kind of person. She just nodded in response, gritting her teeth.

"I.. I'm really really sorry for what happened." Stephanie said after she sat next to her.

"Yeah. Thanks." She said, her face still looked towards the ER door, avoiding Stephanie's gaze.

"Would you please allow me to explain what happened?" She asked slowly.

She just nodded. 

Stephanie explained everything to her and she felt relieved that there really was nothing that went on between them. But she knew still needed to cross check with Sebastian to make sure what Stephanie was telling her was true. She didn't trust Stephanie. 

"I'm.. I'm sorry again Y/n for what happened." Stephanie said at the end of her story.

She took a deep breath and let it go then finally turned to look at her. Stephanie looked back at her, apprehension in her eyes.

"It's.. it's okay, Stephanie. This was all just a giant misunderstanding. I forgive you." She said.

"Thank you. That.. that means a lot. Sebastian was right for choosing you. You both deserve each other." She smiled.

"Th.. thanks." She said, a little surprised at her comment.

"Take good care of him. He deserves the world." Stephanie continued.

"I will." She said, her voice shook a little.

A handsome man in his fifties suddenly appeared next to them. She recognized him as Jake, Sebastian's therapist. So, Stephanie's story must have been true. She thought.

"Y/n.. I heard what happened to Sebastian. I'm so sorry." Jake said as he sat on her side and gave her a hug.

"Thanks, Jake." She said, releasing herself from him.

"How is he?" Jake asked.

"I don't know. He's still in the ER. It seems he has a broken leg." She explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope he'll get better soon." Jake said.

"Thank you. I hope so too." She replied.

Jake and Stephanie ended up accompanying her until Sebastian's mother came an hour later. She looked so tough and brave for someone whose son just got hit by a car. Then she realized she must have tried very hard not to break down so she could help her take care of Starlene. She admired her strength. She felt like she was on the verge of breaking down again. But she tried hard not to, for everybody's sake.

Jake and Stephanie went home not long after his mother came, leaving her with his mother and Starlene. She was explaining what happened to his mother when the door to the ER was opened and a doctor came out. The doctor approached her and she stood up immediately.

"Mrs.Stan?" The doctor who was a female doctor greeted her.

"Yes, that's me. How is he?" She asked, her heart rate increased as she waited for whatever news the doctor was going to give her.

"Your husband has a closed fractured left fibula and tibia, basically he broke both of the bones in his left leg. He also has a fissure on his right radius, the bone of his right lower arm. There's also a gash on his right eyebrow and he seems to have suffered from mild concussion." The doctor explained.

"Mild concussion? Oh no! He already had two concussions in the past two months." She said in concern.

"Well, that could be a problem. In that case we will monitor him more closely. For now I need your permission to get him into surgery to fix his leg. We need to put a metal rod and screws on the broken bones so that they can heal correctly. That's our top priority right now." The doctor said.

"Okay. You have my permission, doctor." She nodded.

"Very well. We would really appreciate it if you could go to the reception area to deal with the administration while we prepare him for surgery." The doctor continued.

"Oh yes, of course. But, is it possible for me to see him right now?" She asked.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. We can't let you see him until after the surgery." The doctor said in regret.

"Oh, okay." She said, her face fell. "But he's going to be okay, right?"

"We'll try our best to help him ma'am. But we need some more time to assess the effects of the concussion. We did a scan of his brain and didn't find anything of concern. No bleeding or swelling or any signs of other trauma. But it's best that we have a look at his general constitution after the surgery." The doctor replied.

She didn't know how else to respond to the concerning information so she just nodded. Her knees felt weak and the doctor finally left just when her knees almost gave way. She slumped on the chair, feeling weak all over as she digested the information of his injuries.

She felt she was spiraling down into the abyss as her heart went on turmoil. Suddenly she felt a warm hand touching her shoulder.

"Y/n.. dear.. it's all going to be alright. He's a fighter. He'll get through this." Sebastian's mother's gentle voice soothed her.

She turned to look at her and couldn't help but shed a tear.

"I.. I'm sorry Mrs.Frank. This is all my fault." She said, her lower lip trembled as tears started to fall from her eyes.

"Oh my dear, it's not your fault. It's nobody's fault. This is fate. We just have to accept it. No need to blame anyone." She said as she continued to rub her arms gently.

All the emotions she felt ever since the accident happened that she had tried to bottle up inside finally came to the surface and she cried hard, prompting Starlene to start crying too. 

"Oh dear, dear. It's okay. He's going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay." His mother continued to soothe her while rocking Starlene gently in her arms.

Eventually her cries and Starlene's cries subsided. She realized she couldn't be like this for too long. She needed to be strong. For Starlene, his mother, the unborn child in her womb and for her own sake. So she took a deep breath and after making sure her face was free from all the tears from her cries, she went to the reception area to take care of the administrative things. Leaving his mother and Starlene to wait in front of the ER. 

She came back just in time as Sebastian was wheeled out. The bottom half of his body was covered with a blanket so she didn't know the condition of his leg. He was still unconscious but the gash on his eyebrow seemed to have been stitched. The doctor explained that he had woken up earlier complaining of being in pain. Which was not a surprise given the severity of his injuries. They gave him pain medication and sedatives and that was what was causing him to be unconscious.

She was only given a moment to hold his hand before he was wheeled away from her towards the operating room. They followed him towards the operating room but of course were not allowed in. She whispered a last “I love you” to him before they wheeled him through the door and he was out of their sight. With a deep sigh she turned around and looked for a place where she would be able to wait until the surgery was done. She found several benches in front of the operating room where they could sit and wait, so they sat there.

The doctor said the surgery could take up to two hours. There was nothing else to do but wait. Starlene had started to become cranky so his mother offered to take her to the room Sebastian was going to stay in after the surgery and try to get her to sleep. It was around 8 at night anyway when it was time for her to sleep. She chose to wait in front of the operating room in case anything should happen.

The next two hours felt like the longest hours of her life. Multiple times she imagined the doctor coming out of the operating room bringing some kind of bad news. A complication, his condition worsening and of course the worst possibility of all, that he didn't survive the surgery. She knew she was being stupid. Surgery for a broken leg wasn't supposed to be life threatening. But she figured she might as well get herself ready for the worst. Although, come to think of it, she didn't think she could really handle losing him for good.

No matter how angry she was at him, and no matter how hard it was for her to accept that his life wasn't like the lives of other normal people being the A list Hollywood star that he was, he was still first and foremost, the love of her life. He was still the same Sebastian she fell in love with twenty two years ago. He was still her husband and the father of her children. There was no way that she could ever be separated from him. Divorce was out of the question. Whatever happens in the future she just wanted to be with him. 

She regretted being so angry at him and wished she could have turned back time to the time when she heard about the writer's strike and could keep her cool. She realized how much Sebastian loved her despite the fact that he didn't prioritize her and Starlene. It wasn't like he didn't try. But going down the rabbit hole of regretting what happened wasn't going to help. Her mind slowly accepted the situation at hand and she started to think about what she would do after the surgery.

As soon as he woke up from surgery she needed to apologize to him immediately. Then of course she would need to break the news to him about the new baby coming into their lives. She was still wearing the T-shirt she bought, and she had the framed pregnancy tests in her handbag. She could just show him and he would understand.

Thoughts of seeing his bright smile after he found out that they were going to have a baby again kept her sane throughout the rest of the wait. She decided to contact his friends, his manager, her father and stepmother as well as Shannon. Asking for their prayers for him.

His father and stepmother promised to come visit them as soon as possible. They promised to try and book a ticket for New York that night. Some of his friends who lived in New York promised to come visit as soon as they could. Edward told her he would come in a few hours, Chad too. Emma, his manager, was in LA but promised to come as soon as she could. Shannon sent her love and prayers and promised to come as soon as she could.

After she finished contacting them all, she leaned back on the chair and sighed. Her hand caressed her lower stomach, remembering a new little bean that was growing in her belly.

"Little bean, I can't wait for your father to know of your existence. He's going to be really ecstatic." She smiled.

---

In order to pass the time and calm her down more, she decided to do some meditation. She had been doing it for about thirty minutes when the sound of doors opening startled her. She opened her eyes and saw a doctor and a nurse came out from the operating room. 

"Mrs.Stan?" The doctor approached her.

"Yes." She immediately stood up with her heart pounding hard in her chest.

"The surgery has been successful. We were able to reposition the bones in his leg and fix them with metal rods and screws. They are aligned perfectly in the post surgery x-rays. There was no complication, but it wasn’t easy. When both bones are broken within the same limb it feels like balancing chopsticks until the metal finally secures the position of the bones. But no worries, everything went smoothly. He is in the observation room and he will need to stay there for about an hour. When he's stable, we'll transfer him to his room." The doctor explained.

"Oh thank God. Thank you so much, doctor!" She said as she felt like a heaviness in her heart had been lifted.

"You're welcome Mrs.Stan." the doctor smiled.

"How long will it take for him to wake up?" She asked.

"Well, within the next five hours he will gradually wake up. But he will be drowsy and most likely delirious as the effects of the anesthesia slowly dissipate. Don't be surprised if he says weird things. It's normal for people who just had general anesthesia. He will spend most of his time sleeping. Expect him to wake up fully and have a clear mind after twenty four hours."

"Oh, I see. Anything else I need to know, doctor?" She asked.

"Well, we have put a cast on his left leg as well as his right lower arm. They need to stay until his bones are fully healed. The arm will be healed within a few weeks, as it was only a small fissure. We can change him from a cast to a wrist brace as soon as possible, so he can use crutches. That will give him a lot of freedom back. In the meantime he will need a wheelchair. He will need a lot of assistance managing daily activities for the next months." The doctor replied.

"I see. What about the concussion, doctor?" She asked.

"Mild concussions will usually heal on their own. But we'll keep monitoring him closely given his history of experiencing mild concussion twice in the past two months. We will be able to make a more proper assessment on the condition of his brain after he recovers from this surgery."

"Very well, doctor. Can I see him now?" She asked.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you're not allowed to be in the observation room. Please kindly wait until he's been transferred to his room to see him."

"Oh alright." She nodded. She was disappointed about it but she didn't have a choice.

"Well, if you don't have any more questions, would you please excuse me." The doctor said.

"Of course, doctor. Thank you so much." She said.

"You're welcome, Mrs.Stan." the doctor smiled then left.

He was okay, he survived! She thought in relief. Well, aside from the broken leg and arm, he was generally okay. There would be some rough weeks ahead as he went through the recovery process, but right now the only thing that mattered was that he was alive and would make a full recovery. She decided to go to his room to tell his mother the good news and check on Starlene.

An hour after the surgery was over Sebastian was finally brought out of the observation room and transferred to his room where his family was waiting.

Starlene was asleep on a sofa with Sebastian's mother sitting next to her, guarding her while Y/n was sitting on a chair near them when the door was opened and Sebastian was wheeled in.

She turned her head around to look anxiously for him. Relief and concern washed over her when she saw his sleeping form on the hospital bed. The nurse that wheeled him in smiled at her, but her eyes were fixed only on him.

His skin was paler than usual, the gash on his eyebrow had been cleaned and stitched. She could see a small see-through plaster covering it. His left leg was outside of the blanket, propped up on something like a big pillow to help reduce the swelling. The white cast that was covering it from right above the knee all the way down to his toes was very present, making his leg appear double the size as usual. She knew he was alright, but it looked scary nevertheless. His right arm was outside of the blanket as well and she could see a cast covering his arm from elbow down to his hand. Thankfully his fingers were free so he was able to at least grab some stuff with the hand. He was right-handed and would need the arm back as soon as possible. They had placed it on top of his stomach in a recovery position. All in all he looked battered and bruised, but he was alive, that was the most important thing.

The nurse settled his bed in the middle of the room and explained everything that she needed to know. She showed her the panic button as well as reminding her to not be surprised if he was drowsy and confused. She also told her that they could call her or a doctor at any time in case he was suffering from pain.

Once the nurse had left the room she took a seat next to the bed and held his left hand while his mother held his other hand. She rubbed circles with her thumb around his hand as she gazed at his face. She was glad that he was generally okay. She made a promise to herself that from that day on, no matter what obstacle they face, she would stay by his side and try her hardest to work through it. As long as they still loved each other, she would be with him through everything.

---

Mount Sinai Beth Israel Hospital - July 18th 2023 - 11 pm

Sebastian saw flashes of images in his mind, but they were blurry. He knew he was looking at people but he couldn't make out their faces. He heard voices, a cry, a laugh, someone shouting, someone singing. Then something huge and red stood in front of him. Gradually the image became clearer and he saw a large round head with two big bulging eyes, a large orange nose and a big mouth turned up into a smile. Elmo.. he realized he was looking at Elmo. He looked down on his body and saw himself covered in red fur. He realized he was looking at the mirror. He looked back to the mirror and blinked. 

When he opened his eyes again he found himself lying on a bed. He felt weird, like flying, as if gravity was different. He didn't feel anything else.

He looked around and saw a woman, sitting next to him, her eyes looking at him full of love and concern. Who was she? He pondered. Most importantly, who was he? Was he.. Elmo? 

"Seb.. hi.. how are you feeling?" The woman greeted him.

Seb? Who was that? It couldn't be him. He was Elmo. He saw himself in the mirror.

"My name is Elmo." He said slowly, his voice hoarse.

The woman's jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she heard what he just said. Then she smiled and chuckled.

"Okay, Elmo. How are you feeling?" She asked as she reached out and touched his hand. 

Her hand was warm and soft on his. He liked the feeling of it. And she was so beautiful too. He felt himself blushing. Was she.. was she Abby? He pondered. Abby was his girlfriend. But.. Abby was pink. This woman was not.

"Are you Abby?" He asked and the woman let out a laugh again. Her laughter was beautiful. He never heard someone laughed with a beautiful melody like her.

"Yes, I'm Abby." She finally said after her laughter subsided.

"So, Elmo. How are you feeling?" She continued to ask while still holding his hand.

"Like flying. And.. I like your hand." He said.

"What?!" The woman exclaimed out loud and laughed again.

"Why? Why do you like my hand?" She asked as she gazed at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Because.. because it's warm. And smooth. And soft. I just like it. And.. I like you, Abby." He said as he felt warmth crawling from his neck up to his cheek.

"Aaawww.. I like you too, Elmo." Abby smiled.

As much as he wanted to keep talking to Abby, he felt sleepy and his eyes were heavy. He couldn't hold it anymore so he finally closed his eyes and drifted off to the land of dreams.

---

Mount Sinai Beth Israel Hospital - July 19th 2023 - 1 am

Fight, fight, fight. He needed to fight his way out of the mafia's headquarters. They were surrounded by mafioso, him and Nat, the love of his life. But they were both trained assassins so it shouldn't be hard for them to beat all those mafia thugs. But he underestimated their power and he found himself lying down on the ground after being attacked by the thugs. His leg hurt, his arm hurt and his head hurt. He looked up to see the love of his life looking down at him in concern.

"Bucky.. stay with me.. please." She begged. But as much as he tried, he couldn't fight the upcoming wave of darkness and he closed his eyes.

When he opened them again he found himself lying on a hospital bed. He looked around and found Nat, the love of his life, sitting on a chair next to him, smiling at him. Her palm was on his cheek. So they must have succeeded in getting out of the mafia headquarters.

"Hi.. how are you feeling?" Nat asked.

"I just feel a little pain on my left leg." He replied. He looked down and saw the cast that had covered his leg. D***n! Somehow those mafia had succeeded in breaking his leg.

"Oh, okay. I'll let the doctor know. The pain killer's effects are probably starting to wane." She said.

"No, it's okay. Stay with me, Nat. I miss you." He said. Nat's jaw dropped as she heard him.

"Nat?" She asked in confusion.

"Yes, Natasha Romanoff. The love of my life." He smiled.

Nat laughed as realization seemed to hit her.

"Well.. if I'm Nat, who are you?" She asked.

"Nat, what are you talking about?" He asked in confusion.

"Tell me, what is your name?" Nat asked teasingly.

"I'm.. I'm James Buchanan Barnes." He said and she laughed out loud, confusing him even more. But then her face turned into concern and her mind seemed to be thinking about something seriously.

She reached out and pressed a button next to the bed. A moment later a nurse came into the room. Nat stood up and pulled the nurse away from him. She stopped near the door of the room and turned her back on him as she started to talk with the nurse. He could see her nodding as she listened to the nurse. After a while the nurse left and she went back to sit next to him.

"Anything wrong?" He asked.

"Oh nothing. I was asking why you could already feel pain again and they said they will give you a bit more pain killer to deal with the pain." She explained.

"Hmm..okay." He yawned all of a sudden. "I'm sleepy."

"Go back to sleep, Bucky. I'll be here waiting. Don't worry." Nat said and she smiled at him as she patted his hand gently.

"Okay." He replied and he finally closed his eyes, drifting off to the land of dreams again.

---

Mount Sinai Beth Israel Hospital - July 19th 2023 - 2 am

Everything was dark. There was no light. There was no sound. He seemed to be in a dark void. He tried to open his eyes but all he could see was darkness. He closed his eyes again and when he opened it, he found himself lying on a hospital bed. He looked around and found a woman, gazing at him curiously. She smiled at him and he felt his heart skip a beat.

Who was this woman? He pondered. She was the most beautiful woman he ever saw. She seemed familiar but he couldn't place her.

"Hi.. how are you feeling?" The woman asked. Her voice was so gentle, beautiful and melodic. He never heard someone with such a beautiful voice. He was sure he could spend hours just listening to this woman talk.

"Hi.. you're so beautiful." He said and the woman blushed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so straightforward like that. I.. I'm not usually like this in front of strangers." He said and he could feel himself blush too.

"Hmm.. what is your name?" The woman asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I.. " he searched and searched for his name but he couldn't remember.

"I can't remember my name." He said, his face fell and the woman's face was too.

"What is yours?" He asked.

"I'm Y/n and your name is Sebastian." She replied.

"Oh, that's such a pretty name. I like it. Y/n that is.. not Sebastian." He said.

She laughed. "Yeah, thanks. I like Sebastian too. It's a good name."

"Thanks. So, what happened to me?" He asked.

"You were hit by a car." She replied.

"Ouch. That must have hurt a lot." 

"I'm sure it did." She said in amusement.

He looked down and found his left leg covered in a cast. He looked at his right lower arm and found it covered in a cast too. He sighed.

"I broke my leg and my arm? Great." He said.

"You did. The doctors had to perform surgery on your leg. They put a metal rod and screws on your bone so it could heal correctly." She explained.

"Ah okay. So I have metal inside me now?" 

"Yes, you do." She smiled and he felt butterflies flying around in his stomach.

What was happening to him? He didn't remember ever feeling this way towards anyone before. He studied her and took note of her hair. Her hair was long and flowing behind her back, he wondered what it would feel like to bury his face on her hair. Then he gazed at her beautiful eyes. Her eyes were so pretty, he felt like he could gaze at them forever. Her nose looked so cute and her lips? Pink and moist, making him think things he shouldn't think about a stranger. She was sitting rather close to him too that he could smell a sweet smell coming from her and it felt intoxicating to him.

He felt himself blushed again as his mind continued to think forbidden thoughts about her and he averted his eyes.

Suddenly he could feel a warm and soft hand touching his hand. He looked up and realized she was touching his hand.

"I miss you." She said, her eyes looked a little sad.

"Wait.. but.. why? I mean. We don't know each other, do we?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"We do actually. We're married." She smiled.

"Whaaaat?!" His jaw dropped in surprise and the woman laughed again.

"You're my wife?!" He exclaimed in surprise.

"Mmhmm.. " she nodded as she leaned closer to him, making his heart beat so fast in his chest.

She placed one hand on the side of his face and leaned even closer to him. She paused as she hovered above his face. He could feel her breath on his lips. He could see the love and longing in the depth of her eyes. His heart felt like it was going to explode as their lips went inch by inch closer to each other. He closed his eyes and her lips finally touched his. 

The sensation of her lips on his was like nothing he ever felt before. Their lips continued to meld into each other and it felt perfect. It was like her lips were made for him to kiss. Everything clicked and he knew that she was telling the truth. She was his wife! He felt like he was the luckiest man in the world!

She broke the kiss after a while but he pulled her back and they continued to kiss like there was no tomorrow. He felt like he could kiss her forever. Eventually he started to feel out of breath so he broke the kiss. 

She leaned her forehead on his and placed both of her hands on the sides of his face. It felt so perfect and natural for him. He didn't want it to end.

"I... I think I'm in love with you." He whispered and she chuckled.

"I think I'm in love with you too, Sebastian Stan." She smiled and gave him another peck on his lips, making his heart soar in his chest. Then she leaned back and sat on the chair next to bed but her hand stayed on his.

"So, if you're my wife how come I don't remember you?" He asked sadly.

"You're still having the side effects of the general anesthesia. You just had surgery about 5 hours ago. You should remember me soon." She smiled again and he felt the butterflies in his stomach again.

"Oh okay. Can you tell me more about myself? About my family?" He asked.

"Sure." She smiled. "So, your name is Sebastian Stan. And you're from Romania."

"Romania? Isn't that where vampires are from? I mean.. Transylvania is in Romania, right?" He asked and she laughed.

"Yeah, you're right." 

"Waaaiittt.. I'm not a vampire am I?" 

She laughed so loud until tears started to fall from her eyes. He didn't know what was so funny. It was a genuine question.

"Umm.. yes, you're a vampire. Your real name is Count Vladimir and you're disguising yourself as a normal human by the name of Sebastian Stan." She said after she finally stopped laughing.

"You're joking, right?" He said.

"Well. What do you think?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I think you're joking." He said and she laughed again. 

He loved seeing her laugh and that was what he got for the next couple of minutes as she continued to tell him things about himself and his family. He deliberately said silly things in response to her answers just to hear her laugh again. 

Eventually he started to feel tired and sleepy. He yawned and stretched his left arm. He started to feel kind of stiff.

"You're tired aren't you, Iubirea mea?" She asked.

"Hmm.. Iubirea what?" He asked.

"Iubirea mea.. means my love in Romanian. It's something I came up with to call you when we first started dating." She smiled as she rubbed circles with her thumb on his hand.

"Oh.. that's so sweet. What do I call you usually?"

"Sweetheart.. or honey."

"Oh, that's great. I love that." He said but then he yawned again.

"Go back to sleep Iubirea mea, you need all the rest you can get. I'll be here when you wake up." She winked.

"Okay, sweetheart." He nodded, making her smile again. Then he closed his eyes with the beautiful face of his smiling wife etched behind his eyes.

---

Mount Sinai Beth Israel Hospital - July 19th 2023 - 3 am

His heart dropped to his stomach as he saw her standing by the door with their baby in her arms. He immediately released his hug to the woman in front of him and shouted. "Y/n!"

Tears streamed down her face as she continued to look at him. Then she turned around and quickly left him, just as quick as she had arrived.

Suddenly he found himself running on a street chasing a taxi which was moving fast in front of him.

"Y/n! Please, stop!" He shouted but the taxi kept on going. No! He couldn't lose her! He needed to get to her and explain everything!

One moment he was running and the next he felt a great pain on his left leg, then he felt his body bumped onto something hard and he was thrown to the ground. Everything went black.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed. He looked around and saw an IV pole next to the bed with the IV connected to his left arm. Then he saw a cast on his left leg and a cast on his right lower arm. Great! He had broken both, his leg and his arm.

Then he suddenly remembered the dream he just had. He remembered that he was chasing his wife and it was very important for him to reach her and explain everything to her. She thought he was cheating on him while that wasn't the truth at all! His heartbeat increased, panic rose in his chest when he realized that he needed to get out of here. He needed to find Y/n and explain everything to her.

He tried to sit up but couldn't as he felt a wave of pain shot through his body. He felt a burning sensation and throbbing mostly from his left leg. A frustrated grunt left his mouth when he tried once again to sit up and get out of the hospital bed. 

"Seb?" A gentle female voice called out. The owner appeared next to him and she reached out her hand to touch his, but he jerked his hand back. He didn't want his wife to be angry at him for holding hands with another woman.

The woman's face showed hurt for a second after he pulled his hand away, but it quickly turned into a loving look mixed with concern.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"I need to get out of here ma'am. Please help me get out of here." He begged.

"What?!" The woman looked utterly confused.

"Please! I need to get out and find my wife! I screwed up so so bad. I need to find her and tell her I didn't cheat on her. I need to tell her that I love her and that she's the only one for me! I.. I don't want to lose her! I don't know if I can live without her! Please, please help me find her!" He continued to beg.

The woman's eyes widened but then she smiled and if his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, it seemed her eyes had started to water.

"You want me to help you find your wife?" She asked and he nodded.

"What's her name? Do you remember?"

"Y/n.. her name is Y/n." He replied and tears started to fall from her eyes.

"I know this may sound weird to you but.. I'm Y/n.. And I'm your wife." She said slowly.

"Wh.. what?! That doesn't make any sense. I should remember my own wife." He protested. His eyes widened, full of shock and confusion.

"I know. I think this is the effect of the general anesthetic you were on." She replied. 

She continued to let him know about the surgery and the effects the general anesthetic had given him, how it might make him temporarily lose parts of his memory.

"So.. you're Y/n? My wife?" He asked slowly after she was done telling him the whole story.

"Yes, yes I am." She nodded.

"I.. I'm sorry, Y/n.. for everything." He said and he reached his hand out to hers.

"I.. I'm sorry too, Seb. I really am." She replied, squeezing his hand as tears started to fall from her eyes.

She let go of his hand then leaned closer to him and embraced him in her arms. Finally, he felt like everything was alright with the world.

---

Mount Sinai Beth Israel Hospital - July 19th 2023 - 7 am

Sebastian opened his eyes slowly and squinted. The early morning sunshine had broken through the window on his right and the sunlight had fallen on his eyes. 

His whole body felt in pain, but especially his left leg and right lower arm. He tried to raise his right arm slowly to shield his eyes from the light but felt that it was heavy, painful and different. He looked down and saw a cast covering his right lower arm. Apparently he had broken his arm. Great! He thought in annoyance.

His gaze turned to the left and he saw the cast on his left leg. He sighed. He had broken his arm and his leg?! He was so lucky. He thought cynically.

He raised his left hand and was relieved to find that he could do it with no problem. It felt a little painful as he saw some bruises there, but it was still somewhat manageable. He slowly put his hand over his eyes and squinted.

There was someone lying down on a sofa right by the window. It wasn't clear to him who it was at first but then slowly he realized it was his wife! Y/n! She was there!

He studied her for a while as he often did. He loved watching her sleep. Whatever problems he was facing just watching her sleep made all the problems go away. And in that moment, staring at her made all the pain seemed to go away.

She looked so beautiful, peaceful and ethereal with the soft morning light showering her figure. She looked like an angel.

As he continued to stare at her, memories of what happened came to him little by little. He remembered chasing her after she caught him hugging Stephanie. He remembered the agonizing feeling in his chest as he watched the taxi she was in drove away from him. Then he remembered the pain he felt when he was hit by that car. The last thing he remembered was saying I love you to her. 

He felt immense relief to know that she came back for him. She still loved him. That was the most important thing.

He continued to look at her, drinking in her beautiful face. Suddenly she stirred and her eyes opened ever so slowly.

She blinked several times and her eyes caught his. She smiled at him as she noticed his gaze on her. Then she stood up and walked closer towards him while brushing her hair with her fingers.

God, she was so beautiful. He felt like the luckiest man on earth.

She stopped by the bed and reached out to touch his left hand.

"Good morning." She smiled.

"Good morning my love." He replied, smiling back at her. Her eyes widened as she heard him and she smiled even wider.

"Do you know who you are?" She asked slowly.

"Huh? Why are you asking me this, honey? Of course I know who I am." He protested.

"Well, I just have to make sure. Who are you? Do you remember your name?" She asked again.

"My name is Noah Calhoun and I'm in love with you, Allie." He teased.

She laughed out loud at his answer but then stopped.

"Are you being serious or?" She asked again.

"Oh honey, of course I'm joking." He said, confused on why it seemed she couldn't distinguish if he was joking.

"Okay, then tell me your real name." She insisted.

"Alright, fine." He realized that she was probably just checking on his condition considering what he had gone through.

"My name is Sebastian Stan. I was born on August 13th 1982 in Constanta, Romania. I'm married to Y/F/N Y/L/N Stan and I have a daughter whose name is Nasya Starlene Stan." He said. His answer brought a huge smile on her face and he couldn't help but smiled back.

Speaking of Starlene he looked around and wondered where she was.

"Honey, where's Starlene?" He asked.

"Oh, your mom took her back home last night after your surgery was over. They'll come visit again later today." She replied.

"Oh okay." He nodded, glad Starlene was okay and was even with his mother.

"By the way, welcome back, Iubirea mea. How are you feeling?" She asked as she placed one hand on his cheek and gazed at him with so much love in her eyes.

"Thank you, honey. My whole body hurts like I just got hit by a car." He grimaced and she laughed but then her expression turned into concern.

"Do you want me to get the doctor for you? Maybe we should ask them to give you more painkillers." She suggested.

"Yeah, maybe later, sweetheart. Right now I just want you to stay with me. I'm just so happy to see you here with me. I.. I thought I had lost you forever." He said, his voice shook a little.

"Oh, Seb.. I.. I'm sorry." She said as she dropped her hand and intertwined her fingers with his.

"Oh honey, I'm the one who should say I'm sorry. I.. I screwed up, I really did. I.. I should have tried harder in prioritizing you. You.. are.. my life.. my only love. I should try harder to show it to you." He picked her hand up closer to his lips and kissed it gently.

"Iubirea me.. I should apologize too. I.. umm.. have prepared a little something for you. I hope you'll listen to what I have to say." She said as she put both her hands on his and held it tight.

He nodded and she took a deep breath.

"Iubirea mea, my darling husband, I'm sorry for everything that I've said and done. I'm sorry if I was so angry at you and was being selfish. Please know that I appreciate everything that you have done for me, for Starlene and for my family. Even if I didn't show it. I know how much you love me but my stupid self was too blind and stubborn to see it. 

I guess, sometimes we need to be apart to understand just how much we truly love each other. 

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite."

His eyes widened as he listened to her. She was quoting The Notebook and Shakespeare!

"Who was I to question a love that rode on shooting stars and roared like crashing waves? For that is what it was between us then and that is what it is today.

I love you for many things, especially your passions, for they have always been those things which are most beautiful in life.

Kindness, that's what I see when I look at you now, that's what everyone sees. Kindness. You are the most forgiving and peaceful man I know. God is with you, He must be, for you are the closest thing to an angel that I've ever met."

His heart melted as he heard her continue to quote The Notebook, and he felt like his chest was going to explode as he gazed at her eyes, which were full of love and adoration for him.

"Know that I love you, that I always will, and that no matter what happens, know I have led the greatest life possible. My life with you.

Our life together is not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me...everyday."

Her voice shook a little and she blinked several times as she tried to hold back the tears that seemed to be coming. 

He squeezed her hand gently, encouraging her to continue.

"You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, Iubirea mea.

We're meant to be together. We always have been.

I'll never leave you. What we have is forever.

I love you deeply, my husband. You are, and always have been, my dream."

She finally said and with those last words that were once said by Allie to Noah, he reached out his hand behind her neck and pulled her closer to him and kissed her. He kissed her like he had never kissed anyone before. A kiss filled with so much love, passion and longing. A kiss with so much admiration and gratitude. 

"I love you too, my beautiful wife.. so so much." He broke their kiss and whispered. 

They rested their foreheads on one another as the soft morning light continued to shower on them and the sun became a witness to a true love that was reunited, a true love that had withstood so many challenges and came out stronger on the other side.

He would have been satisfied just staying in that position with her forever, but he couldn't withstand the pain he was feeling, especially around his left leg. His eyebrows furrowed in pain.

"Iubirea mea, are you hurt?" She asked in concern as she leaned back and placed her palm gently on his cheek.

"Oh yeah.. my left leg hurts like hell. I'm sorry that I ruined the moment." He frowned.

"Oh it's okay, Iubirea mea. I'm going to go and get the doctor, okay?" She said, dropping her hand from his cheek. He could only nod as he continued to feel throbbing pain on his leg.

He looked up to the ceiling and tried to focus on his breathing. He remembered the hypnotherapy exercise he did with Y/n for helping her deal with childbirth and he thought it could be useful for him as well.

It turned out that it was quite useful. By the time the doctor came he could already withstand the pain even if it wasn't gone completely. However, the doctor attached a bottle of painkillers to his IV to bring him some quick relief. Additionally the doctor gave him painkiller pills and told him that he could take one every four hours or if the pain became too much for him to handle. 

"Thank you, doctor." He said after the doctor told him about the painkillers.

"You're welcome, Mr.Stan." the doctor said.

"By the way, doctor, could you tell me how long my recovery will last?" He asked. He didn't know how long a broken bone takes to heal but he was hoping he would be healed by the time Thunderbolts started filming again, which Jake Schreier the director said could start as early as September.

"Well Mr.Stan, a broken bone typically needs six to eight weeks to heal. But as you have broken both bones in your leg and we needed to perform surgery on it, it will take more time. The metal rod inside will help stabilize everything, but it will still need around four to six months until you can fully use the leg again. We also need to get the metal rod out before you can head back into any physical exercises like jogging." The doctor explained.

"What?!" His jaw dropped in surprise.

Oh no, four months from now would be November. Looks like he was going to miss the start of the shooting for Thunderbolts. He was going to cause a significant delay in production! What if Marvel decided to kick him out and replace him with someone else? He couldn't live with himself if that was the case.

He closed his eyes in defeat and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his left index finger and thumb.

"I'm sorry Mr.Stan to be the bearer of bad news. But don't worry, your leg will make a full recovery and with a lot of physical therapy you will be able to use it like before." The doctor said, smiling at him.

"It's okay, doctor. Thank you for your answers." He opened his eyes and gave the doctor a pained smile.

"You're welcome Mr.Stan. Now I want to assess your condition in relation to the mild concussion you suffered. I'm going to ask you some questions." The doctor said.

"Okay." He nodded.

The doctor then continued to ask him a series of questions, questions familiar to him as he had suffered the same thing twice. After that the doctor grabbed a small flashing light and flashed it into each of Sebastian’s eyes, checking how his pupils reacted to the light. 

"Well Mr.Stan, at the moment I don't see you getting worse from the effects of the concussion." The doctor said after he was done asking him questions and checking his pupils.

"But just in case.. Mrs.Stan?" the doctor turned to Y/n.

"Yes, doctor?" She responded.

"In order to make sure the concussion doesn't develop into something more serious, I need your help in monitoring your husband. For the next three days, every two hours ask him basic questions. Let me know if you find him unable to answer them so we can make a more proper diagnosis." The doctor said.

She nodded. "Of course doctor. We've done the same thing previously."

"Good. Then you understand the importance of it." 

"Yes" She nodded.

"Alright, is there anything else you would like to ask me Mr.Stan, Mrs.Stan?"

"No, thank you doctor. That would be all." Sebastian replied.

"Well if there's nothing else, would you please excuse me." The doctor said and they both nodded.

The doctor then excused himself, leaving him and Y/n alone.

"Iubirea mea, I'm sorry that the recovery will take so long." She said, reaching out to touch his hand.

'It's okay, honey. I just have to accept it. Although I am feeling rather depressed because I'm probably going to miss the start of the shooting for Thunderbolts. And I'm also rather worried that Marvel might end up replacing me." He sighed.

"Oh Iubirea mea, I don't think that's going to happen. No one else can play Bucky better than you. And you have so many fans that are going to protest if you're replaced. I mean, Bucky is one of the most popular Avengers. I'm sure Marvel wouldn't dare to replace you." She said, patting his hand in encouragement.

"Yeah, I hope so." He said, still with a frown on his face.

"Hey, I know what's going to make you happy and forget about this." She smiled.

"Oh, what is it honey?" He asked curiously.

She didn't answer right away but instead she unbuttoned her cardigan slowly while looking at him mischievously.

"Honey.. what are you doing? I know it's been a while since we had sex but we can't possibly do it right here right now!" He said, his eyes widened but he couldn't help swallowing hard as he stared at her chest, which was still covered by a shirt but he could already imagine what it looked like without the shirt.

"Seeeb! You have such a dirty mind." She chuckled as she finally finished taking off her cardigan. She put the cardigan away then she faced him. She pulled the hem of her shirt down and smiled wide.

He didn't know what she was trying to do but he couldn't help but look back on her chest and that's when he read it.

"I'm gonna be a mom again"

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he digested the words written on her chest.

"Honey?! Really? You're pregnant?" He asked excitedly.

She nodded and he felt his heart soared at the sight of her. She was pregnant! He was going to be a dad again!

"Oh my God! I.. I can't believe it!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"You better believe it, Iubirea mea." She smiled as she let go of his hand and went away to retrieve something from her handbag.

She pulled out something like a frame from inside her handbag. She showed him the object and he smiled wide as he realized what it was. Two positive pregnancy tests were put inside the frame. 

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how happy I am right now." He said as he picked the framed pregnancy tests and stared at it with wide eyes.

"I'm so glad that you're happy about this." She smiled.

"See little bean? I told you your dad was gonna be ecstatic knowing that you exist." She said as she rubbed her lower stomach gently.

"Hey little bean. Daddy is so happy to know you're in there." He said as he put the pregnancy tests away and placed his left hand on top of her hand, right on her lower stomach.

She put her other hand on top of his and they stared at each other with wide smiles, happy and content in the knowledge that their love had withstood every obstacle imaginable and that a new life form existed as a real proof of the strength of their love.

"So, is this why you came without telling me?" He asked as something clicked in his mind.

"Uh huh. I wanted to surprise you, Iubirea mea." She smiled.

"Well, surprised me you did." He chuckled as he caressed her lower stomach gently.

"I think I did more than just surprise you." She frowned and her eyes started to water.

"Oh honey, it's okay. I'm okay, you're okay, we're all okay." He said as he squeezed her hand tight.

"But you broke your leg and your arm. You have no idea how scared I was looking at you lying on the street like that. Then when you became unconscious, I thought I had lost you forever." She started to cry.

"Oh honey, please don't cry. I'm alive! I'm here, alive and I love you." He said as he pulled her closer to him. He raised his hand and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I.. I'm sorry for being so emotional, Iubirea mea. And I'm sorry that I was so emotional back in Poway." She said, sighing.

"It's okay, sweetheart. My mom told me that you might be a little traumatic because all the men you were involved in prioritized something or someone else above you, including me." He said in regret. 

"And I'm really sorry for making you feel that way, sweetheart. I will try my best to prioritize you and Starlene in the future. I promise." He continued as he stroked her cheek gently with his thumb, giving her a look full of love and adoration.

"Thank you Iubirea mea. Your mom may be right, but I guess the little bean was also making me overly emotional. I feel the mood swings I have now are worse compared to when I was pregnant with Starlene." She complained.

"Oh well, every pregnancy is different I guess." He responded.

"Yeah, with this one I don't feel nausea at all. At least not now."

"Oh that's good. By the way, how far along are you?"

"I have no idea, maybe ten weeks?"

"Oh, you haven't gotten yourself checked by a gynecologist?" 

"No, I wanted to go with you. I want you to be involved from the very beginning, Iubirea mea. You were robbed of the opportunity to watch Starlene grow back then. I don't want that to happen again."

"That's so sweet, honey." He smiled. "Well, as soon as I'm well enough we can go and see a gynecologist."

"Yes, I thought so too." She smiled.

"I've missed you so much, sweetheart." He said, gazing at her with so much longing in his eyes.

"Could you come up here? I want to hold you in my arms." He said, pulling her closer to him.

"But I could hurt you." She said, shaking her head.

"Sweetheart, I don't care. I just want to hold you in my arms. Come up here, lie down with me. Please. I need you." He pleaded.

"Oh okay, but if you feel any pain at all, let me know okay?" She said.

"Of course." He nodded even though deep in his heart he wasn't planning on letting her know if he felt any pain. Nothing could beat the pain he felt when he thought he had lost her forever. Physical pain didn't compare at all to a broken heart. He thought. Right now he just needed to hold her in his arms and make sure they were never going to be separated again.

Slowly she climbed onto the hospital bed next to his left side, careful to avoid touching his broken leg. He raised his left arm up so she could snuggle under his arm. She placed her body gently so that she didn't put any weight on him except his chest and she put her arms around him. Was it comfortable? No. But she was laying in his arms again and that was all that mattered. Once her head was on his chest he placed his left arm around her shoulder and sighed. It felt good to have her in his arms again.

Despite being in a place that no one would consider their home, he felt he was finally home again. No matter where they were, as long as he had her in his arms, he was home.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head gently.

"I love you deeply, sweetheart, my beautiful wife." He whispered gently.

"I love you deeply too, Iubirea mea, my darling husband." She looked up and smiled at him.

She leaned closer to him and kissed his lips gently, making butterflies flew around in his stomach.

From that moment on he knew that no matter what happened in their lives she was always going to be the love of his life. They really were meant to be together no matter what the superstitions say. And he knew, that even though he himself once didn't believe it, love.. is enough.

Epilogue >

Taglist : @sebsgirl71479 @dhoruwolfie

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social media au | sebastian stan

pairing: sebastian stan x celebrity!reader

a/n: hope you’re having a nice day xx

masterlist

yourinstagram

liked by imsebastianstan, selenagomez and others

yourinstagram the album’s out the album’s out the album’s out

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yourfan37 I CANT BELIEVE THE ALBUMS FINALLY OUT YESYESYES

yourfan04 brb gonna go stream this masterpiece and cry myself to sleep with how proud i am of yourinstagram

*liked by yourinstagram

selenagomez yes! so proud of you ❤️

yourinstagram thank you s 🥺🥺

alexademie wait what’s out?

yourinstagram THE ALBUM IS!!!!!!!!

yourfan29 aoty material i said what i said

imsebastianstan ❤️

yourinstagram my muse ❤️

yourfan73 not y/n calling sebastian her muse i’m not okay someone come give me a hug 😭😭😭

*liked by yourinstagram, imsebastianstan

rollingstone

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rollingstone important thing to note: the new yourinstagram album is really, really, really good. hit the link in bio to read our in depth review, and to hear her talk all about what inspired this dreamy and whimsical work of art.

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yourfan81 this cover shoot is a work of art in itself i mean???? LOOK AT HER

yourfan05 god really said “let’s make perfection” and then made y/n

*liked by imsebastianstan

swiftie13 taylorswift collab with y/n coming when????

yourinstagram thank you for the lovely spread and the even lovelier review!! can’t wait to hang with you guys again ❤️

*liked by rollingstone

sebastianfan73 imagine getting a whole ass album written about you??? i mean i cant but do you know who can?? SEBASTIAN FREAKING STAN!!!!!!!

yourfan85 brb gonna print all of these pictures and hang them all around my room to be blessed by y/n’s beauty 24/7 🥲🥲🥲

imsebastianstan

liked by yourinstagram, chrisevans and 2,483,102 others

imsebastianstan yourinstagram

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sebastianfan38 the cuteness someone send help

yourfan20 IM SORRY WHAT JUST HAPPENED

marvelfan95 petition for y/n to join the mcu to play bucky’s gf i dont even care WHO she’s playing as long as we get to see their chemistry on screen 🥺

yourinstagram y’all calm your horses he meant to credit my impeccable photography skills that’s all

imsebastianstan obviously. did anyone think otherwise?

*liked by yourinstagram

anthonymackie ay sebastian who gave you permission to look at the camera like this? it’s making ME feel things.

yourinstagram that’s what i said!

sebastianstan48 i just want for someone to look at me and feel about me the way imsebastianstan looks & feels about yourinstagram is that too much to ask?? 😭

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram BRITS LOVE 💙

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yourfan73 CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO PERFORM YOUR NEW SINGLE!!!!

yourinstagram neither can i <3

willowsmith gorgeous

*liked by yourinstagram

yourfan36 the album is soo good you better win a brit for it otherwise i’m throwing hands

sebastianfan95 i know right??? i’m not the biggest fan of her earlier work but this album is a true masterpiece it’s just *chef’s kiss*

imsebastianstan rude you didn’t ask me to be your date but ok

yourinstagram babe we’ve been dating for three years and you’re literally sitting in the car next to me rn… what did you expect a written invitation???

imsebastianstan as a matter of fact YES

yourfan29 not y/n and seb having the most wholesome conversation of all time in the comment section what? 😭😭😭😭

gq

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gq avengers imsebastianstan talks about life with marvel, his hbo hit show pam & tommy and being the inspiration behind his girlfriend’s latest album for the gq april cover. hit the link in bio for the full article!

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sebastianfan28 sebastian stan is the godliest man to ever walk on earth i said what i said

sebastianfan99 no thoughts head empty just anthony mackie saying “you ever see a guy this handsome walking the streets? he's gonna get arrested because he's killing all the ladies” on a loop

yourinstagram damn sugar he’s fine

yourfan44 nothing will ever be funnier to me than y/n simping for sebastian the same exact way we do i guess celebrities really are just like us huh????

sebastianfan37 sebastian stan > every other man in this universe

sebastianfan90 periodt!!!!!!

marvelfan29 the best bucky we could’ve possible asked for ❤️

imsebastianstan

liked by yourinstagram, haileesteinfeld and 2,273,193 others

imsebastianstan you know you made it in life when you get to wake up to pictures like this

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sebastianfan48 i’m honestly so torn between being jealous of y/n for dating seb and being jealous of seb for dating y/n…

yourfan41 mom & dad 🥺🥺🥺

yourinstagram i wanna be mad at you for choosing to post this picture out of all the ones that you have of me but honestly reading everyone’s comments all i can say is that i love you

imsebastianstan hey what’s wrong with this pic? it’s my favorite!!!!

*liked by yourinstagram

sebastianfan38 everyone’s talking about how lucky y/n is to have someone like sebastian love her but y’all, how lucky is SEBASTIAN to have someone in his life who makes him this freaking happy?????

*liked by imsebastianstan, yourinstagram

yourfan49 y/n’s so lucky to have someone love her this much and practically worship the freaking ground she walks on and honestly it’s what she deserves

*liked by yourinstagram

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

To be added please tag me in your future works!

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3

Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)

Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)

Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.

[duuhrayliegh]

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pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, language, nothing else really, it’s just really fluffy i think

word count: 1905

a/n: okay so my other stuff is coming, i stg, i’m just in the middle of finals and moving out of my dorm, and starting a new job, so i’m a bit stressy right now, but i’m getting there loves.

so if this one isn’t as good as it could be that’s why, but i’m hoping to add on to it later

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

xoxo ray

ray’s m.list

You were currently at your best friend’s birthday party, polishing off your third overfull glass of wine. Your best friend threw her hands above her head, shouting out “Shots on me!” She thrusted a shot glass in your hand, encouraging you to toss back the liquid. You set down your wine glass, picking up the smaller cup, not caring about the flashing cameras around you.

“I’m so glad you were able to get free from your oh so lavish lifestyle as a celebrity to come hang out with little ‘ol me!” She had to continue to shout for you to hear her over the loud music blasting through the club speakers. She grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the bathrooms. “Are you getting ready to go? The sound system is giving me a headache.” You smiled at her, grabbing your phone from your clutch.

“Absolutely, babes. Let me order the Uber and then we can go.” You held onto your phone tighter, walking up to the bar to settle your tab. “Hey, Gabe!” Gabe, one of the bartenders, turned to you.

“Hey, Y/N!” He went to grab a bottle of your favorite wine to uncork it, but stopped when you held your hand up.

“Just settling up and heading out.” You passed your black AmEx card over the counter to his waiting hand.

“You’re missin’ out, Y/N. The party is just getting started here.” You shook your head at the man.

“Nah, I’m celebrating my best friend’s birthday tonight, so this is her call.” He slid your card back to you, watching you push it into the slots of your clutch. “We’re getting outta here, but that doesn’t mean our party is ending.” You winked at him, meeting up with your companion. You linked arms with her, leading the way through the crowd. It was cold outside, which didn’t mean good things for you because of your almost too short dress. The Uber stopped beside the curb, rolling their window down for you to double check. You climbed in beside your friend, scooting closer to increase your warmth. The ride to your apartment wasn’t too long, thankfully because Uber’s creeped you out, no matter how safe you were.

Walking into your apartment was difficult to say the least. You both were stumbling the entire way to the elevator and then stumbling into your couch cushions. The two of you managed to make it to your bedroom, swapping out your tight garments for some more ill fitting attire. That was not before you took an absurd amount of photos together in your bathroom mirror. You sat across from each other on the black couch in your apartment, sifting through the pictures of the two of you. Your best friend was leaned over your shoulder, watching as you scrolled through.

“Oo! That one!” She pointed at the screen quickly, stopping your scrolling. It was of you holding the phone, leaning backward staring at the phone in your hand. Your best friend was facing you, her bare back displayed from the deep dip in the back of her dress. “We look so hot.” You both shared a look and then burst into a fit of laughter. You posted the picture to your Instagram, tagging your best friend in the corner, wishing her a happy birthday. She slid away from your, covering her lower half with a blanket.

“You want a water?” You asked as you rose from your spot on the couch. She smiled big at you.

“Can I convince you to mix up some margaritas?” Her bottom lip rolled inwards, waiting for  your response. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head before opening your liquor cabinet. You pulled down bottles of triple sec and tequila, reaching into your freezer for the bag of strawberries and limeade. You brought your Ninja Bullet out to make individual margaritas for both you and your drunk friend. Walking back over to her with containers in hand, you plopped opposite her on the couch.

“You’re literally the bestest ever.” She slurped on the drink through her swirly straw. The conversation faded between the two of you, allowing the both of you to go through your socials. “Did you see that Lizzo got a message back from Chris Evans the other day?” You laughed at her question, remembering your reaction to Lizzo’s TikTok.

“Mhm. Can you imagine getting a reply back from one of those hunks of men?” She shook her head while guzzling her margarita.

“I can’t, but I bet you can.” You scrunch your brows at her and she groaned. “You’re a celebrity too, dumbass. Girl, the amount of times that I’ve gotta remind you of that is insane.” You laughed at her, rolling your eyes.

“Babes, just because I’m quote, unquote famous, doesn’t mean that I’m on their level.” She pointed a finger at you.

“Hey, just shoot your shot, Y/N.”

“I literally don’t even know which one I would DM.” Your best friend scoffed loudly.

“Bullshit!” You choked at how loud she yelled. “You don’t know who you would DM? I know who you would DM in a fucking heartbeat.” You looked over at her with raised brows and in unison you said. “Sebastian Stan.” “Sebastian Stan.”

“Mm, he is a six foot tall Romanian God.” You shook your head while fake moaning, your friend laughing in the background. She reached for your phone before you could protest, typing away on your keyboard, smiling mischievously. She thrust the phone back into your hands, the empty DM screen of imsebastianstan on Instagram staring back at you.

“All you gotta do is send something.” She smiled at you while you glanced down at your phone screen nervously. You began typing something quickly then locked the screen, placing it facing downward on your lap, a giggly smile resting on your face. She scooted closer to you, folding her legs up to her chin. “Wait! What did you say?” You unlocked your phone, showing her the screen. She laughed at your message, drinking the rest of her margarita.

y/n.y/l/n: hi, i’m y/n and you’re the love of my life ;) <3

“That’s so fucking good, oh my God.” She glanced at the clock on your phone. “Oh girl, we’ve gotta go to sleep.” You checked it as well, dropping your head into your hands.

“Mhm, you’re right.” You stood from your spot, holding your hand out to your friend to help her up. “Let’s go to sleep.” You both crashed on your king sized mattress underneath your white fluffy duvet. You were about to drift off to sleep, when your best friend’s voice floated into your ears.

“Do you think he’s gonna reply to you?” Her voice was slurring more and more from the amount she drank and the sleep weighing on her mind. You smiled at her, it was a long shot that he would even see it, much less reply.

“We’ll have to see, babes.” She didn’t reply to you as you both fell off into a dreamless abyss.

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The sun streaming into your room woke you up in the morning, light hitting your eyelid just right. You blinked harshly, bringing your hand up to block the glare. A groan escaped your lips, stretching out from your best friends grip. “Fuck me.” You held your head in your hand, groaning about the headache blossoming at the nape of your neck. You left the bed, pulling a sweater over your tank top to catch some warmth. You tucked your phone into the waistband of your shorts. You padded into the kitchen, grabbing your Advil bottle, dumping two pills into your hand. You got a glass of water, settling down on the couch after gulping down the headache medicine.

You opened your phone while basically inhaling your water. Your memories of last night were fuzzy, you drank quite a bit. Did you drink too much? Maybe… but did you regret it at all? Not a second of it. You had the best time hanging out with your best friend. You check your Instagram post, replying to several different comments. A red bubble was pinned over your DM button in the corner. You tilted your head in curiosity, wondering who messaged you now. You swiped over, eyes widening at the new message.

imsebastianstan: Hi, Y/N. I’m Sebastian, thank you for professing your love to me.

The feeling of panic running through your veins didn’t last long, A gigantic smile spread accompanied by a giggle. What the fuck do you do now? Your fingers hesitated over the keyboard, thinking through what you want to say back.

y/n.y/l/n: hello sebastian, what do ya say we  figure out if it’s a match :)

You sent the message before you could chicken out, locking the phone shortly after, shoving it in your waistband. You got up, refilling your glass of water, leaning against your granite countertop, tapping your fingers impatiently. You squealed as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

imsebastianstan: What do you have in mind?

y/n.y/l/n: 917-555-0545 <3

Oh my god, you can’t believe you just did that. Holy shit, what are you thinking? Maybe this will all work out in your favor. You really had nothing to lose but your dignity, right? A disturbance in the peace to the right of your caught your attention.

“Why the hell are you up so early? We drank last night, that’s an excuse to sleep in, you fuck baffoon.” Her hair was tousled on top of her head, shirt hanging off one shoulder. You turned your phone around, thrusting it towards her face.

“There’s been recent developments on the Stan front.” Her brows raised, face becoming shocked.

“Oh. My. God. Are you fucking serious?” She snatched the phone away from your hand quickly to scroll through the messages. “You gave him your number?” She yelled at you as she stretched across the couch, laying her head in your lap. Your phone buzzed in her hands and her eyes widened to unbelievable proportions. “Bitch, you just got a text from an unsaved number.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You looked at the phone in her hands. “I didn’t think he was actually going to text me, I sent it as a joke! What’s it say?”

“How are we going to figure this out?” You both shared a look, shrieking enthusiastically. “Y/N! Sebastian Stan texted you!” She jumped up and down on your couch, pulling you up with her.

“What do I say back?” You held the phone against your chest, staring expectantly at your best friend. She shook her head at you.

“Nuh-uh girl. This is all you.” She held her hands up in surrender. You looked down at your keyboard, the blinking cursor waiting for instructions.

“Okay, okay, how ‘bout, ‘discuss over coffee?’” You looked at your best friend for approval, still standing on your couch. You sent the message after she nodded. A message bubble popped up, three blinking dots inside.

There’s a coffee shop on 8th street,  just outside of Washington State Park.

wanna meet up around three?

I’ll be there, Y/N.

You turned to your best friend, holding the phone to your chest. “Babes.” She raised her brows, waiting. “I have a fucking date with Sebastian Stan!” You both squealed, excited for what would happen on your date.

[idy-ll-ique]

They Always Do.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: insecurity

Requested: Nope

Summary: "you're not worried? he seems to be spending a lot of time with her..." "no" "why not?" "because i braced myself for this months ago. they leave, they always do. it's nothing new"

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! The first part of this fic is fluff, angst in the middle, fluff again at the end. Nothing too extreme, just a little one-shot. Enjoy!

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"Sebastian, Y/N, so glad you made it!" Susan Downey smiled warmly at the couple. "Of course, we couldn't miss the 56th birthday of the one and only Iron Man," Sebastian chuckled, walking into the house with his girlfriend. He put his arm around Y/N, observing the place. "Guys! Hello!" they heard.

"Mr Downey," Y/N greeted politely, turning to smile at the birthday boy. "You must be the girlfriend," he grinned, pulling her into a bear hug. "Yep, that's me." Then he turned to Sebastian, frowning. "Why didn't you introduce her to everyone sooner?" Y/N laughed as Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging.

"Don't ask me, she was the one too chicken to meet you!" Sebastian defended himself, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend. She snorted as Robert let go of her, returning to Sebastian's side. "I guess that's on me," she sighed dramatically, making both men laugh. "Well, enjoy yourselves! Have a drink, have fun!"

With that, he walked away. Sebastian noticed a server holding up a tray of drinks and called him over. He handed a glass to Y/N and took one for himself, taking a sip. "Thanks for bringing me over, honey," Y/N smiled and he turned to her, scoffing. "You're my girlfriend! God knows they were dying to meet you," he laughed, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

With that they went around the place, talking to new people, old friends and making new acquaintances. Y/N had a lot of fun meeting Sebastian's co-stars, and especially loved Elizabeth Olsen. Y/N was a huge Marvel fan and one of her favorite works of the MCU was WandaVision. Y/N had fangirled a bit, not gonna lie.

Like that passed an hour. After her feet started hurting, Sebastian decided it was time for the woman to sit down, have a drink and chill out. "Okay doll, here's a glass of champagne, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I'm going there, with Chris and Anthony. I love you." She smiled when he gave her a quick kiss.

"I love you too, and don't worry, I'll find you easy. This place isn't that big."

"I heard that!"

Laughing at her antics, Sebastian gave his girlfriend one more loving kiss before prancing out of the room in search of his best friends, Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie. Y/N relaxed on the comfortable couch with a sigh, sipping on her drink. It all began a year ago, very cheesily, might I add.

Y/N was at her favourite coffee shop when he had walked in. Immediately, fans had him surrounded, but she didn't go over to him. She stayed seated, looking at him, wishing she could go over but she knew how stressful fan interactions were for celebrities. Sebastian had, unfortunately, caught her eye and she had turned beet red, burying her face in her laptop.

He had found her absolutely winsome and after the crowd around him had dissipated, he had wandered over to her table and introduced himself. She was flustered around him, which made him tingly inside. And he had blurted out, "Wanna meet here next Saturday at 7?" They kept their promise and that's how they started dating.

A year ago.

That was a healthy amount of time.

Right?

Y/N couldn't help but have her doubts. All her previous relationships were pathetic failures, where the guy usually got bored of her within 3 months. But now, she had braced herself for rejection (which she knew deep down wasn't coming but it pays to be careful). "Hey."

Startled, she turned to see a kinda young, kinda drunk woman sitting next to her, looking up at her with doe eyes. "Hi," Y/N smiled back politely. "You're— you're the woman!" She had started slurring her words, which made Y/N frown a bit. "I'm… what?" she blinked. "The girl! Who came over with Sebastian Stan, you're his girlfriend!" The woman laughed loudly.

A few heads turned towards them but quickly looked away when they realized that the girl was drunk. "Yep, that's me. Why?" Y/N was now amused. As they talked, she didn't notice Sebastian walking into the room. He had come back to ask Y/N something but had paused in his tracks when he saw her frowning at the young, drunk woman.

Then he inched closer, unabashedly eavesdropping on her conversation. "Yep, saw him spending a lot of time with Ms Lizzie Olsen. If he was mine, girl, I would take that man home and show him who truly belongs to him, if you know what I mean," the girl winked and a sad smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "They're good friends, of course they're gonna spend time together."

Sebastian smiled at her answer. He knew she was different, she didn't get easily jealous and he liked that, since it reduced the number of arguments they had by a lot. His jealousy? Well, that's a story for another time… "You don't mind? He seems to be spending a lot of time with her…" the drunk woman frowned at Y/N.

Well, she was drunk, she wouldn't remember this night anyway, so maybe… it would be good to get some things off her chest.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I braced myself for this months ago. They leave, they always do. It's nothing new," Y/N admitted, swirling the champagne that was swimming in her half-full glass. Sebastian's heart shattered into a million pieces at her words. Before the words were even completely out of her mouth, tears had started stinging in his eyes.

"Y/N?" Startled yet again, Y/N turned to see Sebastian smiling at her. "Seb! Hi, thought you were with your friends!" she grinned at him. "I— uh— something came up, we need to go," he spoke quietly, fidgeting with his hands. Y/N's brows furrowed but she got up, collecting her coat and her purse.

"Can we at least say Happy Birthday to Robert?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." Sebastian managed a weak smile when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, going off to find Robert and Susan. She told them something urgent came up and they allowed the couple to leave. "Seb, let's go!" He followed her out of the house, meekly trailing behind her, the words she said ringing in his ears.

They leave, they always do. It's nothing new.

How had this woman, practically a Goddess, had such bad experiences that she was forced to think that way? He was never going to leave her, having found the perfect woman at last. He got into the driver's seat of his car, and the car ride home was quiet. Y/N was getting anxious. What happened to him? Did something happen at the party?

Once they were home, Sebastian couldn't help himself. "S—" Y/N yelped when he crushed her to his body, hugging her tightly. He took both of them to their shared bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her on his lap and buried his face in her chest, breaking down. "Seb, honey, what's wrong?" Y/N cooed, getting insanely paranoid.

The crying didn't stop for 15 minutes. Y/N, in a futile attempt to get him to stop, was running a hand through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, holding him close. When he took in a shuddering breath, he pulled away and finally looked Y/N in her eyes. "Now are you going to tell me what happened?" she smiled gently.

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "I'm sorry," he croaked out and Y/N frowned. "Sorry for what?" He shook his head, burying his face back in his safe haven. Except, Y/N wasn't having any of that. She pulled him away and dropped a soft kiss to his forehead. "Tell me what happened."

He took in another shaky breath.

"I… I heard you."

"Heard me?" Y/N blinked. "Yes. You were… you were talking to that girl on the couch and she was— she was talking about how I seem to be spending a lot of time with Lizzie and you— you said you didn't mind but she kept on insisting and you said they leave. they always do. I'm not going to leave you, Y/N, I promise. You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I'm not letting you go."

Oh.

"Seb," Y/N whispered, her own eyes now filled to the brim with tears. "Don't cry," he chuckled with a watery voice, wiping her tears off. "It's just— all my relationships before you… the guys were assholes. They always left 2-3 months in. I— I wasn't taking any chances with you, you know… plus, you're kind of a famous guy and you can get so many better women—"

He didn't want to hear it. Better than Y/N? Impossible. He pressed his lips to her, immediately deepening the kiss when she reciprocated. "I promise you, I cannot do any better than you." Y/N smiled shyly at his words and his heart filled with happiness. "Let's go to sleep."

Both of them tired from the crying, they got undressed without trying any funny business. Y/N put on her usual pair of shorts and one of Sebastian's huge t-shirts, getting into the bed where a boxer-clad Sebastian already lay. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest, draping an arm around his taut abdomen.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, doll, I love you."

"I love you too, Seb. Goodnight."

"...Never gonna leave you."

"Not a chance."

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you liked it!

[scarlvtbitch]

Gold Rush

Sebastian Stan x Female Reader

Chapter 2

Summary: Reader is Sebastian’s best friend, but she’s in love with him. Unrequited love with lots of angst.

Previous chapter

July 19, 2019

Today was the day I would fly with Sebastian and Anthony to the annual famous San Diego Comic Con. It would be my first time there. I was very excited, even though these feelings would be there the entire time I was with him, just a bomb waiting to explode. But I made a vow to myself to enjoy this weekend as much as I could. I would also spend time with Anthony which was always, well, an experience.

I met Sebastian at JFK to fly to San Diego. Anthony would meet us there, actually apparently he will be the one to pick us up. Everything was a breeze. We got checked in just fine. We got inside the aircraft, and I got pretty excited when I saw our seats were located in First Class. This weekend would be filled with lots of firsts. Lots except the one I actually want.

The flight from New York to California was perfectly smooth. No bad turbulence or anything. Seb and I talked once in a while but I was sleeping for most of the time and he was reading his book, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. It was a relief to finally land at our destination. I was already feeling tired and just wanted to snuggle in my own bed and let it drown me until the next morning. We didn't check in any luggage, just our carry ons, so we didn't have to wait for our bags. We quickly went out and waited for Anthony's car.

"Is he close?" I peeked over and looked at Seb's phone.

"Yeah. Says he's near."

"How near?"

"I don't know. Have you always been this impatient?"

"Yes. I'm hungry and tired. I want room service and a big bed now." I honestly didn't care that I sounded like a spoiled child.

"Okay your highness, if you want all that you're going to have to wait. Can you do that for me?"

"I'll try." I rolled my eyes as I was trying not to let my grumpiness show through. I knew I was failing miserably.

"There he is." He pointed at the black car that was approaching us. I quickly recognized Anthony's big grin. Somehow all my grumpiness faded away. The Anthony Mackie effect, ladies and gents. He was dressed in a polo and jeans. He also had a navy blue baseball cap on along with sunglasses.

"Hey man!" He greeted Sebastian in a hug. Then he made his way to me. "What's with all the pouting, Grumpy?" Before I could reply, Seb beat me to it.

"She needs food in her stomach or she'll die on us any minute now."

"He's right. And he can't survive without me so you'd be committing double homicide if you don't get me McDonald's right this instant." Anthony threw his head back, laughing.

"Really missed having you around, Y/N. Sexy Seabass here doesn't make me laugh like you do."

I shook my head laughing as we drove to the nearest fast food place.

After eating, we arrived at the hotel we were staying in this weekend. It was only five minutes away from SDCC and apparently it was where most celebrities stayed while attending the con. A crazy thought entered my mind while in the car. How would the whole room situation come into play? Hopefully we would each have our own rooms. We had to. I don't know what's going to happen if I had to sleep in the same room with Sebastian freaking Stan.

We were in the front desk. Luggage in hand, I was was besides Sebastian, providing any help I could give him with this.

"Good evening, how can I help you sir?"

"Hi I have a reservation for two rooms."

I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. The truth is I was only besides him until I heard a confirmation of how our sleeping arrangement would be like. That wasn't a conversation I would be exactly be comfortable having. How do you tell your best friend "Hey are we going to have our own rooms? I kind of can't be sleeping in the same place you are, because I'm completely and deeply in love with you. No pressure though." I walked to the nearest coffee bar in the lobby. Even though I had eaten, my stomach was growling once again. However, it was the next words that came out of the receptionists mouth that made me swivel around.

"Uh, I'm sorry, sir. It seems like there was a mistake in your reservation. They only booked one room for you."

"Can we add the other room now?"

"No, I'm sorry. Our hotel is already at capacity due to the Con happening this weekend."

"Yeah I figured. That's fine." I quickly rushed back to Seb's side.

"Please tell me the room has two beds?" I asked, I didn't even bother to hide the desperation and worry in my voice. The receptionist looked down at her computer. My heart thumped wildly against my chest. I could feel Sebastian's gaze on me. I quickly glanced at him out of curiosity. For some reason, I found his stare to be strange. I couldn't put my finger on it but I felt like he looked...offended?

"I'm sorry, miss. It says here it only has one king sized bed." Fucking fantastic.

"It's fine, I'll take the couch." Sebastian quickly said as he took his credit card out of his wallet.

"I'm sorry sir but there's not a couch in your suite."

"I'll sleep on the floor then." He faked a smile, clearly annoyed at how impossible this was starting to get.

I couldn't breathe. Why the fuck was this happening to me? I could do this. It was only one night.

As we rode the elevator to our floor, the tension between us was growing at a stupidly fast rate. Why did I sense Sebastian was frustrated at me? I was the one who had every right to be angry. We finally made it into the room. It was nice. We even had a view of the city of San Diego. But the view was not what this was about right now.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." He grumbled. He looked extra grumpy. Something was definitely up.

"You're lying. Why are you mad?"

"I said I'm not mad, Y/N."

"You're clearly upset about something and-"

"I'm not mad, I'm just a little hurt! Happy?"

"Why are you hurt? Sebastian, don't shut me out." Was I really being this much of a hypocrite right now? Like if I wasn't lying to him constantly by hiding my true feelings for him. He took a deep breath, and pinched his nose at the same time he sighed.

"I'm just a little hurt that you clearly don't want to sleep in a room with me, let alone sleep in the same bed as you. We're best friends, why don't you trust me?" He was- Oh. Oh. He thought that I was scared he would try something on me. If he only knew how badly I wanted him to gather me up into his arms and kiss every inch of my skin until his lungs gave out.

"Seb, it's not like that. I trust you with my life, you have to know that. There hasn't been a time in our friendship where I have felt uncomfortable around you. I know we're just friends." A lump formed in my throat, I swallowed it down and made it join the rest of my feelings in the depths of my stomach. "I'm just on my period and don't want you to see me all gross." Ok, technically not a lie. I was on my period. I was just so stressed out about my feelings for him that I forgot all the cramps I had suffered from last night. But truthfully I couldn't bring myself to care if he saw me like that. Only one thing mattered to me.

"Y/N, I've seen you on your period thousands of time." He stepped closer, making me forget how to breathe.

"But not like this. I don't want you to be on the same bed as me when I'm cursing at God for giving me a uterus." He laughed, and my heart soared when those dimples came to life.

"Doll, listen to me. You're my best friend," Friend, yup, and nothing more. "and I won't ever judge you. You'll always be amazing to me even if you curse at God. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." His words were an arrow that went straight through my heart. "But I do have one request though."

"Mm?"

"When you get cramps, try not to kill me in my sleep because I don't have a uterus?" I laughed, a real, non fake laugh. He was the only person to ever make me laugh like that and I wish I could tell him that.

"Ok. Can't make any promises, though."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take." He winked down at me before heading into the bathroom, to most likely take a shower.

Once he was out of sight, I threw myself down on the single king sized bed and exhaled loudly. It was going to be a long weekend. I even had a headache at this point, if it was a symptom from my period or just because of all the stress caused by me, I didn't know. It was excruciating. I decided to close my eyes, hoping it would help the pain in my head somehow. I don't know how much time had passed since I closed my eyes but next thing I knew, I was being awakened by the sound of a zipper. When I opened my eyes to discover the source of the sound, I had expected everything, anything but this.

I was currently looking at a very shirtless and a very wet Sebastian. He was only wearing a white towel around his hips. I could see everything from the waist up. And I mean everything. From his perfectly sculpted abs, to the V of his hips. And the worst thing was that he was naked under the towel. There was only one layer shielding me from his- Enough, Y/N. Look away, now. He's probably on to you. You're probably drooling right now like a stupid fool. But I couldn't look away. I was throbbing and surely wet. The only thing that convinced me that I wasn't dripping on the sheets was the fact that I wore a pad.

"Everything ok, doll?" His voice brought me back to reality and pulled me away from the obscene fantasies going on in my head. Then I realized my mouth was open, which I immediately closed after hearing him mutter my nickname.

"Yeah. Just tired. I'm going to go shower and then go to sleep." Before I gave him a chance to talk, I grabbed the things from my duffel bag and ran to the bathroom. I didn't even bother asking if he was done.

After taking a very cold shower, I finally made my way out of the bathroom. I let out a sigh of relief as I saw that he had had the decency to cover up his gorgeous body. He was wearing a black t shirt and black sweats. It was better than before, but I couldn't stop looking at his arms. That shirt really did hug his biceps in a delicious way.

"You feeling better now?" He was currently setting up his phone charger.

"Much." After he put his phone to charge, he walked over to where the hotel phone was and picked it up. "What are you doing?"

"I'm calling the hotel so we can get more pillows and blankets."

"Why?"

"So I can sleep on the floor comfortably." I couldn't do that to him. I had to put my own selfish reasons aside.

"Seb, no. Come on, you're sleeping here." I patted the spot on the bed next to me.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You won't."

"But-"

"Please? I don't want to feel lonely." He hesitated for a second before nodding. I anxiously waited for him to get settled in.

"Are you really going to sleep? It's 7:41 p.m."

"Technically, it isn't. I'm still on New York time. It's 10:41 p.m. for me. I would like my beauty sleep thank you very much."

"You're impossible." He rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Goodnight, Stan." I faced my body to the window, giving my back to him.

The next morning came and I awoke first, probably because I was the one to go to sleep first. Surprisingly, what awoke me wasn't the sun shining through the sheer curtains. Nor was it the sound of my phone vibrating. It was the smell of Sebastian's ridiculous cologne, which I was sure that was what heaven smelled like when you walked in. Why could I smell it so close though? Then I felt a weight against my back. Like if someone was hugging me from behind. I looked down. Strong arms around my front.  Fucking shit fuck.

I turned my neck just enough to catch a glimpse of the scene behind me. Sebastian had gotten closer to me in his sleep, or I had gotten closer to him. Probably the latter. The point was that our bodies were basically melting into one. He was so close. He was holding me, spooning me like if he was my boyfriend. It was probably just reflex right? He probably was used to doing this with his past girlfriends so it was only logical he would do it with the person sleeping next to him. How I wished I could stay like this forever, in his arms until our last breath. But reality was a bitch and he would wake up any time soon and pull away. This would never happen again. So I took one last look at his sleeping form, his adorable sleeping face, and just basked him in. I carefully untangled myself from his embrace, the whole time frightened he would wake up. But he was a deep sleeper, good. I went into the bathroom and silently cried until I heard him calling for me.

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Waiting

Pairing | dad!Sebastian Stan x mum!reader

Summary | based on the request

Warnings | fluff, swearing, nappy changing, brief mention of sex at the end

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His oceanic pools stared, his chin resting on his hand, as he seated himself on the floor, as y/s/n was on his play mat, playing with the colourful rings that were strewn across the floor.

He put one in his mouth, looking up at his father innocently, as he suddenly threw the toy in his father’s face.

But Sebastian did not yield, instead he remained on the child’s level, patiently... waiting.

“He’s not going to say anything if you’re giving him an intense gaze all day long. Y/s/n needs space and patience if you want him to say anything.” You cocked your hand upon your hip as you rushed in from the kitchen, a hand towel laid over your shoulder.

“I can’t miss it.” Seb spoke, reaching down to grasp the red ring, handing it back to his son, who fiddled with the plastic item. “I have to be alert, otherwise when I’m walking around the house, it could slip out. Both of us could miss it!”

“Then we wouldn’t even know he had his first word. So technically in our eyes and ears, it wouldn’t be.”

Crouching down beside him, you ruffled his brunette locks, pressing a kiss upon his temple, before reaching for the child that you made together, watching as he crawled towards you, soon after picking him up in your arms.

“Where are you taking my little man?” Seb pouted, lines forming upon his forehead, as he trailed after you and your precious cargo. “Gimme.” He held out his hands, watching adorably at you as he stared helpfully at you.

“Gimme?” You laughed, humoured by his child like vocabulary. Though, you gently put him in your husband’s arms, fixing him in a firm look. “Stop pressuring our son.” You pointedly ordered, your eyes crinkling at the vivid image of your two boys.

Seb rubbed his nose against y/s/n’s, cooing lightly at the wideness of the infant’s eyes. “I’m not pressuring you, am I? Mummy’s just being critical... of everything.”

“Are you wanting to end up on the couch tonight?” Sebastian gaped at you, rubbing his son’s head as he poked his tongue out of his mouth as he tried to decide on a response.

You continued on with your task concerning your hydration, grabbing a glass from one of the cupboards, and filling it half with water, bringing the edge to your lips.

“Mmh.” Your husband grunted, returning his attention back to your son, bouncing him softly in his encircling arms, as he reached out to graze his minuscule fingers against Seb’s scruff.

“That’s what I thought.” You laughed, throwing the kitchen towel down onto the side, as you pulled out a juice bottle for your little one, fixing up a simple concoction for him to drink.

Y/s/n began to squirm. Small sobs emitted from his infant mouth as Seb wrinkled his nose, patting him softly on the bum as he walked back towards his bedroom, laying him down on the changing mat.

“Daddy is just gonna put a new diaper on you, and take the dirty one off, ‘Kay?” He spoke lightly, well aware that the child most likely had difficulty understanding him, but he recognised the voice of his father.

Sebastian pulled out a clean nappy, putting it beside his son, as he unbuttoned his clothing, so that he had access to the soiled, disposable catcher of waste.

“Dadda loves you very much y/s/n. And I’m only doing this for your own health and hygiene.” He cooed, as he pulled off the diaper, as his son kicked his legs about, clearly not enjoying the situation. He never did.

As soon as he removed the nappy, and put it in a scent covering plastic bag, Seb quickly put the fresh one on, after wiping y/s/n down. When he finished, he picked his child up once more, returning to the kitchen, where you were washing some dirty dishes.

Though, whence you heard them enter the room, you removed your hands out from the soapy water, drying them, as you shook the bottle, earning y/s/n’s attention.

“Look what mummy has baby boy.” Seb spoke, watching as his son’s gaze flickered slowly between him and the bottle. “Come on, go to mumma.” He encouraged, about to pass him over to you.

But y/s/n gripped onto his shirt, and squealed a noise that was far from just random syllables strung together. “Daa-daa.” Seb froze, his azure eyes widening.

You too tensed up, your mouth dropping open, as you moved closer to the pair, peppering kisses over y/s/n’s face. He giggled, as Seb rubbed his back, joining you in on your praise of him.

“Clever boy.’ You gently spoke, your voice raising into a baby positive tone, as you allowed him to wrap his small hand around your index finger. “Is that your dada? Is it?”

“Do I actually have to sleep on the couch?” He asked, as blew a small raspberry onto y/s/n’s neck. If he wasn’t holding something so precious to you, you would’ve hit him for ruining the moment.

“No.” You sighed, grasping the juice bottle, which he now eagerly reached for. “How’d you do it? Get him to speak, was it the intense stare that i told you would give him nightmares?’

Seb lowered his head, taking the bottle from you as he popped the lid off one handedly, and held it towards his son, whom eagerly began to grab the sides and drink the contents.

“No. I was patient.” Saying so was like admitting defeat, he lowered his head, knowing without looking that there was definitely a boastful smirk aboard your face.

“What’d i tell you bubs?” You asked, stalking closer so that your mouth was beside his ear. “Maybe tonight calls for a celebration; you know, you and me, and a whole lot of sweet loving.”

“Y/n!” He lightly covered y/s/n’s ears looked at you shocked for your bluntness. “There is a child within hearing distance. You can’t say stuff like that!”

“Fine, we don’t have to celebrate.” You took the bottle from y/s/n who had finished guzzling, placing it and the leftovers on the side, as he began to tiredly snuggle his face into Seb’s chest.

“Now I didn’t say that...”

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it had been months — sebastian stan

sebastian stan x fem!reader

word count: 4,401 words

summery: it had been nine months since you and your first real long term boyfriend broke up. but as they say, time makes the heart grow fonder ... and it also made the lust build up.

warnings: angst, smut, thigh riding, cheating, kind of a breeding kink at the end, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

a/n: i have never actually posted a whole thing on here before, so i hope this goes well. i know my writing can improve, but it’s pretty good i would say. enjoy!

It had been months since you had broken up with your long-term boyfriend. Your first long-term boyfriend you had since you arrived to the Hollywood scene. Nine months, to be exact. The same amount of time it would have been to carry a child. A hypothetical child. The same hypothetical child that ruined your relationship in the first place.

“You don’t want kids?” Sebastian questioned as soon as you entered the shared apartment. The topic of children came up at dinner with your shared friends. You, offhandedly said: “God, no,” with a laugh, not giving it a second thought. Not till now.

“Not really,” you said as you unzipped your heeled boots. “I never really have, not since I was younger.”

“Never?” He asked, heart starting to beat heavier.

You looked up to him, concerned when you saw his face. It was the same face he had on every time you guys got in a face, mixed with disappointment, maybe even hurt. You smiled, trying to lighten the situation.

“Maybe not never,” you said, putting your shoes away. “But not at least for ten years, maybe even longer. I mean, I am only twenty-two. I would like a good life without children before bringing them into the mix.”

Your warm smile and calm demeanor did nothing to elevate the tension, something inside you saying it did the exact opposite. He looked serious and upset, a combination you never saw much.

“In ten years I’ll be almost fifty,” Sebastian states.

“So? Guys never really stop shooting out good rounds. All my parts will still be intact by that time too.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is it?” You were confused. Why was he acting like this?

“I shouldn’t be old enough to be the kid’s grandfather.”

Anger started to bubble up as well. This tone that he had made you pissed off. He was talking like you were stupid like you didn’t get what he was saying. The brassiness you had in general not helping your temper.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you started dating someone sixteen years younger than you,” you shot back.

Then the yelling started. Something that could have been a deep, meaningful conversation (one that frankly should have been had way before this point) turned into a full-blown fight. You both started going in at each other, picking at old scabs that you knew would hurt. That was the point, after all, you just wanted to hurt each other. Because you were mad and upset, you guessed, but by the end of it, you weren’t even sure.

The fighting ended two hours later, you sat, slumped on the couch, huffing. You tried to catch your breath from all the yelling. Your throat was hoarse, your cheeks sticky from dried tears.

“It seems like we’re not gonna work out then,” you said, numb.

“Seems so.”

And you left that night, grabbing nothing but your phone before making your way to your closest friend’s house.

After that, you cried for two months straight. You really thought that Sebastian was endgame. That you would be together forever. That you would be happy. Ever since you caught sight of him at your first audition, you felt that he was the one. Then the universe laughed maniacally as it showed you just how fucking wrong you were.

In the past nine months, you had seen him approximately sixteen times, most being in passing, a few being at parties, and one time being at a coffee shop that you both loved. You started to frequent it less after the breakup, too scared to bump into him. Little did you know, he was doing the same thing. The day you two saw each other was both of your first times in three months.

It was all stupid small talk until it wavered, forced laughs and fake smiles fading as the reality of the situation simmered in.

“Look, y/n—”

“Don’t,” you interrupted. You knew what he was going to say, and you didn’t want to hear it. You simply couldn’t. “It was nice seeing you again, Sebastian. I hope you have a good life.” You took a few steps before turning back around for a moment. He looked at you like he was expecting you to run into his arms and make everything go back to normal. “And I really hope you meet a girl that can give you what you need.”

He tried to reach out to you, but you wouldn’t let him. You simply walked away and left him, alone. That was the last time you had spoken to him.

It was five months after the breakup until you let your friends talk you into going out again. And that night you had run into none other than the Timothee Chalamet. Numbers were exchanged then the next thing you knew, you were naked in his hotel room. After that, you went through a bit of a “hoe stage.” Every two weeks you were on a cover of TMZ, E!, or any other celebrity gossip magazine that existed with a “possible new thing.” The people ranged from Tom Holland to Madison Beer, and no one knew what was true or not. After the first few batches came out, you stopped giving a shit. You were allowed to rebound with whomever or however you wanted to, and you were taking full advantage of that.

You were so busy juggling so many people that you hadn’t even thought about Sebastian. Not till right now. Your eyes catch his from across the ballroom that you’re currently in. Your pulse quickens rapidly, you feel like you might even faint. If it wasn’t for Timothee’s hand on your waist, you were sure you would have collapsed on the spot. You watched as Sebastian’s jaw clenched just like it did whenever you did something he disapproved of. Just like it did every time he gave into himself and read one of those stupid gossip sights and saw you all over whatever arm candy you had chosen for the week.

“I’ll be right back, okay babe?” Timothee said, kissing you on the cheek. He waited for you to nod before making his way to one of his friends.

You don’t know what to do and those beautiful blue eyes you fell in love with all that time ago refuse to leave yours. You feel like you want to cry, or scream, or throw up, but you know that you shouldn’t actually do any of those things. You’d draw attention and you don’t want any more people talking about you.

Luckily, one of your best friends, Elizabeth, pulls you into a tight hug and brings you back to earth. Her body feels warm and it makes you feel safe, the smell of her strawberry shampoo bringing you comfort.

“I know,” she said before you spoke. “I saw. Are you okay? I’ll leave with you right now if you want to.”

It takes you a minute to process everything, and even though you’re running everything through your mind, nothing really sinks in.

“I’ll be fine,” you say with conviction, though you don’t know if it’s true at all. “Leaving wouldn’t accomplish anything.” You stop talking for a minute before smiling at Elizabeth. “Now, let’s go give the people what they want and take some pictures together.”

It had been two hours and the event was finally coming to a close. No more than forty-five minutes and the place would be cleared out. With that knowledge, you went to go take advantage of the free bar stocked up with expensive liquor. After schmoozing with people you did not even want to interact with, you deserve it.

“Two shots of tequila and a rum and coke, please,” you say to the rather cute bartender, shoulders slumping.

As soon as the two shot glasses were in front of you, you downed them. It burned like hell and you could only imagine the ungodly face you made. You tried to chase it with the rum and coke, but it didn’t help much. You heard a gruff voice beside you order something, one that was very familiar. When you heard a chuckle, you knew for sure who was right next to you. You froze again, that same dizzy, sick feeling coming back. You turned your head slowly to see those big blue eyes for the second time tonight, your heart surely beating loud enough that anyone in a mile radius could hear it.

“You look beautiful tonight, y/n,” Sebastian said, leaning against the bar, facing you.

“You do too,” you blurt out. Face turning red after you realized that you’re fucking stupid. “I mean, you look—shit. You look very nice, Seb—Sebastian.”

You’re so flustered and red, you want to simply sink into the floor. For a moment, you wonder why he isn’t acting the same way. It could be that he had already had some to drink or maybe he was just better at controlling his emotion. And the thought that makes dread flow through you is that maybe he is just over you.

“Are you going to an after-party?” He asks, sipping from his glass.

“I don’t think so,” you say. You were supposed to go to one with Timothee, where you were finally going to announce that you two had become official, but now you just want to go home. “Are you?”

“Probably not,” he said simply. “I’ll just have a few more of these back home and go to bed.”

“Drinking alone is no fun,” you say, hinting. You know what you are trying to get across but you don’t know why. It’s like your mouth was moving before your brain could understand what you were doing.

“It’s not ideal,” he said. “But I really don’t have a date to drink with, unlike you.” He pointed towards Timothee talking to a director you hastily met.

“He’s not my date,” you shot out. “I mean, he is, but we’re not like, dating.” Why the fuck are you talking!?!?

“It’s none of my business,” Sebastian said. He didn’t sound mean, he sounded like he was trying to comfort you.

“I know … but we’re not … if you were wondering.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on your elbow. “It was nice to see you again, y/n.”

He turned to start walking away but you called after him, making him turn back around. “Wait!” Once he was facing you, you felt like you were in a movie. “I could go for a drink.”

Sebastian smiled but his eyes dismissed you. “What are you doing, sugar?” He warned.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “But don’t shut me down.”

With a shared smile, he took your hand and you both left the party. On the car ride back to his apartment (that used to be your apartment), you thought briefly about how you would explain this to Timothee in the morning. Then you turned off your phone so you didn’t have to feel guilty if he decided to text you. Neither of you spoke much on the way. His hand never left its place on your thigh before you were finally there.

When he opened the door, you stumbled lightly into the apartment. Sebastian caught you by wrapping his arm around your waist. He lightly sat you down on the chair by the entrance (the same one you had sat at nine months ago). Once he had closed the door and put his things down, he came back to you to help slip off your heels.

“Are you already drunk?” He chuckled.

“No, just a wee bit tipsy.”

“Your ‘wee bit’ is usually a lotta bit.”

“Not this time, I really mean just a wee wee bit.” You suddenly burst out laughing at the fact you just said wee wee, giving away the fact that you are indeed close to being drunk.

“Maybe you don’t need anymore to drink,” Sebastian said.

“C’mon, Sebby, take that stick out of your ass,” you say, making him laugh. It makes you feel lighter like you weren’t fucking shit up again. Like you weren’t making a mistake you would regret in the morning. 

You watched as he made his way into the kitchen, pouring both of you a glass of red wine. Your favorite and most expensive red wine, the one that you had left at the apartment after the breakup. You wondered if it was the same bottle, or if he had done the same thing he was doing with you with another girl. When he came back, he handed you the glass which you placed down on the coffee table, realizing you were still in a designer white dress that you didn’t own.

“Shit,” you muttered after your realization.

“What is it?”

“This isn’t my dress.”

His eyes wandered down your figure as he thought. “You can take that off and I can hang it up for you. I’m sure there’s something here you can wear.”

You nodded before he was walking towards the bedroom, the one you once shared. You followed after him through the small hall. You looked around the room, noticing how boring it looked now. None of your decorations you had were up anymore, but the small mural you once painted in the middle of the night was still in full view. Did he think about you every time he saw it? If he did, why didn’t he just paint over it? 

Sebastian placed one of his shirts (that was your favorite one to wear) and a pair of shorts you had thought you lost on the bed.

“Well, you can get changed in here,” he stated before going for the door.

“Actually,” you called out, stopping him from leaving. “Can you unzip me please?”

He paused for a moment before nodding, slowly making his way back to you. The room went silent as he softly collected your hair and moved it to one side. Heat started to rise through your body at the close proximity he held. His hands grazed your shoulders momentarily before he steadily unzipped the expensive dress. You caught his eyes in the mirror in front of you, your cheeks immediately burning red. He finished unzipping the dress before helping you slide it off your arms. You had to cover your breasts with your arm since you hadn’t worn a bra. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen your body before, he knew his way around there better than you did, but not covering yourself just felt inappropriate. But, to be fair, the entire situation felt inappropriate. The dress fell to a pool around your feet, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lace black underwear, ones that Sebastian had bought for you one month before you broke up. You stepped out of the dress, eyes never leaving his. He bent down to pick it up, blue orbs never leaving your eyes.

“I’ll go lay this on the guest bed,” Sebastian said plainly before leaving the room and closing the door.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you let your arm fall. Even though you hadn’t even had a conversation with Sebastian in six months, being in that moment felt more intimate than anytime you had sex with Timothee—or anyone, for that matter. You pulled on the worn-out gray tee shirt that vaguely had ‘Coca-Cola’ printed across it before going out to the living room where you found Sebastian sipping on his wine, now dress in an old tee and grey sweatpants.

The next hour felt like a blur, it was filled with giggles and stupid comments. By the end of it, the wine bottle was empty and you two were officially wine drunk. Now, you were slumped on the couch (the one that you picked out), leaning towards Sebastian, hand dancing along the cushion space between you two.

“Have you realized we never had a goodbye?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“What do you mean?” He asked, not wanting his guess to what you were talking about to be right.

“I mean, we had a fight and I left then we were done. There were no ‘this is for the best’ speeches or attempts at a goodbye kiss. One day there was an us and the next it was … nothing.” You looked up at him, an innocent yet quizzical look on your soft features.

“We don’t have to talk about this,” he said.

Not this shit again. “I know,” you said, “we don’t have to talk about anything. We’re not together anymore. We don’t even need to acknowledge each other’s existence anymore. But tonight, you did, and now we’re on your couch.”

“I don’t—” he started, but you wouldn’t let him finish.

“We don’t have to talk about it then. But, I do have another question. Did you ever fuck anyone here?” The words flowed out before you could think any longer, nothing but courage and alcohol running through your body.

“What?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, Sebastian. I just want to know if you ever fucked someone in my—our—this place.”

His eyes bore into yours as he spoke, voice sharp and clear. “No, y/n, I have never fucked anyone in this place. No one but you.”

That answer made you happy. This place, your place, was still pure. No random hookups had tramped through the place where you lived.

“Good,” you accidentally said out loud, making him upset.

“Why does it even matter? It’s not like you weren’t fucking those young things you were all over in public.” He started to get angry at the thought. “Who are you to question me about my sex life after you broke up with me then pranced around tabloid covers for months with different people each week?”

“Because this was our house, I just want to know it wasn’t tainted by blonde bitches with names you didn’t even remember in the fucking morning.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but you’re the only blonde bitch I’ve fucked.”

Suddenly, your hand was moving and your palm was connecting with his face. It shocked both of you, making you both freeze in place. It took ten seconds before Sebastian grabbed the wrist you hit him with, yanking it so you were closer to him. So close you could feel his breath on your face.

“Slap me again and see what fucking happens, I dare you,” he spit out.

Then your heart was in your ass as your stomach erupted with butterflies and your panties soaked with arousal.

It was almost like you lost all control over your body as you smashed your lips against his. Your hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer and tugging at the hair there. The intentional scruff on his face was harsh against your smooth skin, but it only elevated your pleasure. Sebastian’s hands went around the sides of your neck, one kind of cupping your face while the other was closer to the back to pull you closer. You felt like you needed to get closer to him, get as close as possible. You needed every single inch of him over every single part of yourself. Your leg swung, straddling him.

Without thinking, you rutted yourself against his thigh, a guttural moan coming from your lips as you did. It’s not like you hadn’t been touched in a while, you just got fucked a few days ago, but you hadn’t experienced something as hot as this in so long. It was rushed and needed, you felt like you would die if he stopped. Your hips absent-mindedly grinded down against his thigh again.

“Fuck, ride my thigh baby,” he ordered. You listened, slipping into your old ways. You continued to rut against his thigh as you kissed. He knew you were getting close by the moans you were letting out into the kiss. He pulled away from your lips, watching as you were losing yourself. “I want you to cum for me, sugar.”

Your hips slowed as your mind raced a mile a minute. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you cum from just his thigh. What would that do to his already inflated ego? It sounded like bullshit to give into him.

“No,” you mumbled out, your hips threatening to halt their movement.

“No?” He repeated.

You sat there for a minute, silent as his eyes frantically studied your face to see what the point was. He wondered if you wanted to stop, he would understand completely, but he knew that wasn’t what it was by the way you keep clenching your thighs together. Sebastian smirked as he realized what was really happening. He grabbed your hips and started to push you down on his thigh. The problem was that you wanted to cum, but you didn’t want to cum for him. Too bad he was determined on it.

You moaned loudly as he started to drag your hips. You were inching so close, the fact that you didn’t want to give in to the feeling made it feel like it was only becoming stronger. Your hands grabbed his old t-shirt as you frantically moved your hips back and forth. Your nose scrunched and your eyes shut tight, your mouth letting out a whisper of “oh fuck”s on a loop.

“That’s it,” you heard Sebastian say even though his voice sounded like it was miles away. “Cum like a good girl.”

Suddenly, all the pressure that was building up deep within your tummy snapped and you were on cloud 9. Your heat pulsed as you road out your orgasm, Sebastian's hands helping you immensely. It took a good minute of pants as you caught your breath before you opened your eyes and came back to reality.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you muttered to him when you finally made eye contact again.

“I know,” he smirked. “Now be a good girl, sugar, and take off your pants.”

You questioned arguing with him more, but you decided not to. You wanted him, you wanted him so fucking bad. You stood up and pulled down your shorts, doing a little spin so Sebastian could marvel at how wonderful you looked.

“As beautiful as those look on you, darling, they’d look better on the floor.”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you stripped out of the underwear as well, leaving you in nothing but an old grey t-shirt. You went back to your place on Sebastian’s lap, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. You felt like you were melting into him entirely as everything snapped back into place. Your hands roamed lower, palming him through his grey sweats. You smirked to yourself at the realization of how hard he was already and at the fact he wasn’t wearing boxers. He lifted his hips to help you pull down his pants. Just as you were getting ready to place his member in the place you wanted him the most, he halts your movement by grabbing your wrist.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom, y/n,” he warned. You frowned, upset that he had stopped you.

“I don’t care.”

“But you still have that IUD in, right?”

You grimaced because no, you did not. Your five years had run out two months ago and you hadn’t gotten around to making an appointment for a new one. You shook your head slowly side to side before he sighed. He went to pull you off of him but you stopped him by holding onto his shoulders

“I don’t care,” you repeated.

“Y/n, you know why can’t.”

“Why not?”

He looked at you in disbelief. “Besides the fact you could get pregnant?”

“I don’t care,” you said one more time. “I want you.”

He looked into your eyes, trying his best to decipher your intentions.

“Y/n …”

“Get me pregnant, Sebby,” you said, meaning it too. “I want you, I want your kids. Fuck, I want us back. I don’t care if that means kids and a white picket fence. I just want you.”

“Are you sure?”

In response, you slowly leaned down and your lips touched. It was nothing like the kisses you had shared preferably, it was slow and soft. He pulled you closer, finally letting you lower yourself down on him. You both let out loud moans as you sink down on his member.

It was like you had forgotten what making love felt like, probably because you did. In the past nine months since you had split, you hadn’t made love with anyone once. It was all just meaningless sex or hot fucking, but there was no love behind it. You didn’t love Timothee, you hadn’t loved any of your flings. Maybe it was because you never stopped loving Sebastian—you were almost sure it was because of that.

You moved up and down whilst Sebastian thrust up into you. The room was filled with moans, grunts, and praises from both ends. He started to kiss your neck as his thumb started to rub your clit. The multiple amounts of stimulation only brought you closer to your climax.

“I’m gonna, fuck—I’m close.”

“I know, babygirl,” he cooed. “Look at me.” You looked into his blue orbs, feeling your climax inching ever so closer. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined out as your hips moved faster. “Cum inside me, Sebastian. Get me—fuck, god—put a fucking baby in me.”

With your confirmation, he flipped you on your back, thrusting harder. The hand that wasn’t toying with your clit interlaced with yours. Your grip on each other squeezed harder as you neared your finishes. You wrapped your legs around him as his hips started to stutter.

“Cum with me, baby,” Sebastian groaned.

You finally let the coil that built inside of you snap with his permission. Moments later, he busted inside of you, making you both yell out. He collapsed on top of you, trying his best not to crush you under his weight. You both panted for minutes before you finally spoke up.

“I love you,” you said. He lifted his head, looking into his eyes. “I never stopped.

“Neither did I,” Sebastian said. “Did you mean it, you want to have kids?”

“I want to do anything if it means I can be with you. Anything.”

[totomoshi]

Thirst Tweets

pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

MASTERLIST

authors note: this is making me love seb even more:(

“Hi I’m Sebastian Stan”

“And I’m Y/n L/n, today we’ll be reading thirst tweets”

“Celebrity couples edition!”

“Surprisingly, I’ve always wanted to do this” you exclaimed excitedly

“Really?” Sebastian chuckled

“Yeah, I’ve always watched other celebrities doing it and thought it was fun, especially when you and Mackie did it” you snickered

“My girlfriend, ladies and gentlemen”

As he said that, the staff gave you the thirst bucket which contained all of the fans adoring (and sometimes questionable) tweets about the both of you

Sebastian pulled out a slip of paper which made him furrow his eyebrows in confusion

“Sebastian Stan can snap me in half like a twig and I’ll still say thank you”

“Oooh, spicy” you teased

“You do not want me to snap you in half, trust me”

“Yeah, he can barely kill a cockroach, what makes you think he can snap you in half?” you giggled which made him shoved you playfully

“Okay me next, let's see what y’all tweet about me... Oh! ‘I’d let y/n l/n smash my head between her thighs just so I can feel how smooth they are’ “

“Goodnight and good luck” Sebastian snickered as he took a sip of his drink which made you laughed loudly

“Honestly, your tweet just reminded me I need to do leg day tomorrow” you smirked

“You heard it first here folks, y/n l/n likes to do leg day after reading thirst tweets!”

“Oh shut up” you giggled

“I wonder what it would be like to do my laundry on Sebastian Stan’s abs? Asking for a friend” he read as he turned 3 shades of red

“They feel magnificent, I tell you”

“Wha- Don’t give them ideas!” he whined which made you laughed even more

“Whoever goes to the same gym as y/n is so lucky. Imagine seeing that piece of art being all hot and sweaty? Lord, help me” you read

“Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you people” you wheezed

“For the record, we have a home gym so..” he winked

“Okay, last one! Oh, this one’s about both of us! ‘Siri, how to be with Seb and y/n at the same time?’ “

“Oh my fucking god” he cracked up

“I didn't think it would get any worse, and yet I was proven wrong every time”

“Thank you for giving me even more reasons why I shouldn't have Twitter” he smiled

“After reading those, I need to spray my eyes with holy water” you giggled

“You and me both” he chuckled which made you cracked up