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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 10 months ago

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XX ~ S.S.

Part Four: Rush (Final)

A/n: This is a separate request but I combined them (This prompt list). This has been sitting in my drafts for AGES so very close to completion and I got a final boost from @mmmalakai so this one’s for you bestie <3

Request: “22 for Seb? 👀”

Word Count: 3800+

MASTERLIST

~ Kiss in a rush of adrenaline ~

The Warblers ran into a problem when competition season rolled around. They had essentially been cut in half, and that meant they were working with significantly less people than normal. Adding on top of that the rivalry he was brewing with New Directions and... well, it wasn't ideal.

Y/n got an earful every evening after glee rehearsals. Blaine was apparently up Sebastian's ass, playing some form of protective older brother for Y/n. He had made it clear time and time again that he didn't approve of Sebastian, and his boyfriend Kurt was only too happy to support this endeavor. Predictably, Kurt had been most on board for it when Blaine had told him of Sebastian's initial flirting and move making. It made Y/n wonder if Kurt was in it to protect Y/n like Blaine was, or if he was in it for his own personal revenge.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be where the struggles ended. They had enough people to compete and so did Noteworthies - but only one team could compete from one school. Which meant that on top of push back from Blaine and Kurt, and the dance they'd been having with all of New Directions, there needed to be a pre-competition face off to see which Dalton Glee club was going to compete.

Which was strange to talk about, when they were technically opposed team captains, but also had been spending as much time as they could together again. They'd wanted to perform together again and neither could come up with a reason to. They were busy practicing for all the face offs and performances they had coming up, which meant they didn't have much free time. With the stress increasing, the need for peace and quiet got worse until their routine became shit talking everyone else in the car and then going back to Sebastian's, cleaning up and changing, and then just doing homework in absolute silence for hours and hours, cuddled up until dinner. Dinner was the best part of the day because they would be recharged from everything else and would put the homework away and just talk. Or watch something. They didn't talk about school during dinner, or Glee. They'd talk about music or the thing they watched or anything else. Sometimes Blaine and Kurt, but never New Directions.

It was so strange to find themselves on opposing sides when school came around at the beginning of every new day, especially when their mornings were spent getting coffee where Y/n and Blaine used to and tormenting the New Directions people who were there if they happened to run into each other.

Y/n didn't even feel bad about it. He had tried to stop Sebastian at first, but then Blaine had ruined that.

The day had started cool, which was nice because the Dalton blazers were always a little warm on the body. Adding coffee to that usually meant feeling a little warmer than one was usually comfortable with. But not that morning. Instead, Y/n and Sebastian were in line to get their coffees, Sebastian going on and on about a wild encounter he'd had in Paris when he was still living there. Y/n had been sent into a fit of laughter, face turning red and wrapping his arms around his stomach. "You did not get that drunk at 11 years old," Y/n accused.

Sebastian was grinning. "I absolutely did. My parents were mad, but it wasn't as big of a deal as you'd think. The problem was that I had stolen all the cream puffs. There were three heaping plates made for everyone at that party and I had eaten them all by myself. I was sick for two whole days, and still couldn't eat chocolate without feeling sick for another week." Y/n peeled into giggles again and the room seemed to get brighter, warmer. Sebastian watched him with so much adoration on his face that the people around them all smiled.

Well, almost everyone.

"If it isn't my favorite Dalton boy." An arm looped around Y/n's shoulder, and he looked over to see Blaine. Immediately, the joy started to seep out of him and Sebastian watched in irritation as he put on the mask that he always did. The calm and the patient and the gentle. Not that Y/n wasn't all of those things, but more that he only ever allowed himself to be those things specifically when certain people - like Blaine - were around. The more time he spent around Sebastian, the more he allowed himself to express all of the different sides of him, but it was slow coming. It was easier with the Warblers and most of the Noteworthies, but harder with Lyran and anyone from McKinley. It bothered Sebastian immensely.

"Hey," Y/n greeted with a soft smile.

Blaine positioned himself to cut Sebastian off from the conversation and immediately Sebastian's jaw locked. He tried to play as nice as possible with Blaine - he meant a lot to Y/n. And even if Sebastian didn't get the appeal (he had flirted with the man once before actually getting to know Y/n, and now he just about laughed out loud at the thought. How could be have gone for stick-in-the-mud, goody two shoes Blaine when Y/n was right there?) it wasn't about him, so. Whatever. The move from Blaine was an affront though, and he barely managed.

"I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?"

Kurt shot him a look and Sebastian purposefully ignored it. His eyes were on Y/n, who suddenly seemed uncomfortable. It seemed he has picked up on Blaine's actions - and Sebastian's reaction to it as well.

"Fine," the boy eased, sliding fluidly from Blaine's hold to pick up something off of a nearby shelf, tilting it as if considering if he was going to get it. He put it down and turned back to the other three. It was a well masked attempt to include Sebastian again, and a well appreciated one. Well, appreciated by Sebastian. Blaine's smile got a little tighter.

"I heard you started a new acapella group at Dalton," Blaine picked up again. There was something very awkward about him trying to start small talk, and Y/n shutting it down with one word responses instead of expanding in the least. An awkwardness that was showing in Blaine's tone.

"Yeah," Y/n nodded, and the tension grew.

Sebastian swallowed a smile when he saw a hint of his Y/n. The hidden shade he was masking so well with innocence and softness. It wasn't cruel, more unsure. Y/n didn't know how to show Blaine that finally, he had changed too. In the way that Blaine had become more a team player, flourishing with a bunch of people who challenged him and treated him like a normal person instead of some music sex god, that Y/n had bloomed in the same way.

Under Sebastian's pressure and fire, he had grown to something infinitely more beautiful: Himself. Not filtered to be more palpable, or fit the vibe someone else was setting. He was himself - both soft and hot to the touch. Soothing at one point, and agitating the next, depending on what he had to rise to the top to meet. And there was a whole new side to him too - one that didn't just react, but set expectations and then kept them going. Who established a mood and then continued it. One who knew control and patience and could balance firm grips and gentle nudges.

Blaine missed it all. He hummed in such false amusement that it was so obviously just irritation.

"Seems you're spending a lot of time with Mr. Competition over here then." It was light and airy, easily dismissed unless you already knew he was trying to shove a wedge between Y/n and Sebastian. Which they all did know.

Y/n seemed to consider that. "Competition drama and interpersonal relationships are different things. At Dalton we try to keep it clean - nothing personal, no dirty play." He shot a pointed look at Sebastian. "These days at the very least."

Sebastian felt himself warm, flaring under Y/n's attention. "The whole point of a game is there are always rules. I set some, you set some. They must all be followed or people stop playing."

Y/n snorted. "Very good job Bas, you're learning so well."

Blaine seemed uncomfortable with the easy banter between the two, and he tended when Y/n used a nickname. "Y/n-"

"Listen," Y/n cut off. "I've tried to tell you before but you refuse to listen so I'll be very blunt with you. I'm a different person now - a better person. This is a good thing, and if you can't see that and accept that people change I don't want to be friends with you anymore. I know you have beef with Sebastian. It's a good thing you're not the one who has a relationship with him." He turned without another word and made his order, filling in Sebastian's as well without thinking. He had been correct to the T so Sebastian let it slide. He relished Y/n stepping in to stop Blaine, and he especially loved that Y/n was so easily showing how well they knew each other and how much they meant to each other. It was delicious.

Blaine stumbled over his words for a moment at the display from the boy who used to be so close to him. "What happened to you?"

Y/n's irritation slipped. "What happened to me is that I finally got a life outside of you. I'm in a glee club that isn't revolving around you. I have other friends. I developed a personality based on myself and not you and your standards and expectations, and found people who like what I have to offer. If the only way you want me is folded nicely so that you can have me at your disposable for you and your irritating ass boyfriend then you don't want me." He slapped money on the counter and grabbed the two drinks before walking away. "See you around Blaine."

As they left, Sebastian's face twisted with a smirk. Not the teasing or biting one he usually donned, but one filled with admiration and adoration.

Something bubbled under the surface of his skin and he shivered. Then decided to ignore it for now. Y/n started a conversation about how bagels sounded good for breakfast and that was the end of it.

For now.

It was decided that a face off would be held to decide who was going to competition of the Dalton glee clubs.

It wasn't a shocking conclusion, but still needed an official announcement.

When the day came, Sebastian thought the Warblers had it in the bag.

Then the Noteworthies went.

Whatever the group had accomplished in the past, they had surpassed themselves several times. They were completely in sync, switching out and weaving through each other like it was second nature. They kept a certain energy between them that truly was contagious, like before, but also tangible. An energy that flowed through the air. Not a performance, or a show of any specific person. No call to attention or vie for spotlight, but a conversation between them that became increasingly interesting to follow.

They sang songs and it seemed like words. Banter between friends, or inside jokes. Stories that weren't all the way told yet. Secrets on the cusp of being spoken into the world. It was a sleep over or a camp out, telling stories in the dark and trying to scare each other. It was a safety net that if anyone crosses a line, you could stop and it would be okay. It was a breath of relief, or the first day of Summer vacation. Full of possibilities and mischief and energy and wonderment with all the stability of not having quite lost your sense of time. Youthful. Bright. Fun. But also accepting and gentle and understanding.

Of course the Warblers lost.

Y/n had been right - a group that worked as a unit far surpassed a ring leader surrounded by people to make them look better. And after the challenge, Sebastian lost even more Warblers.

He was losing the game, and he realized he had been for a long time.

Fascinating.

He swallowed his smile when Y/n met him at the car. Y/n rose an eyebrow. "What is it? You're not mad we won are you? And I swear I'm not trying to steal anymore of your Warblers-"

Sebastian shook his head. "Please. It's like you said - we've far surpassed taking things personally and lashing out."

Y/n rose an eyebrow. "So you're not going to be petty?" Sebastian was surprised to realize Y/n was being sarcastic when he asked the question.

Y/n knew him so well...

Sebastian's smile finally made it through as they got into the car. "Perhaps just a little." Y/n laughed and suddenly Sebastian didn't feel bad at all anymore.

"Oh I love this song!" Y/n shot to his feet, pushing homework aside for a moment to grab Sebastian's hand and force him to follow. They were dancing together before Sebastian could even complain.

He did it while they were up instead, despite the fact that he didn't sit back down even when Y/n let go of his hands. "You promised you wouldn't get distracted if we played music today. We need to study."

Y/n rolled his eyes. "We do homework all the time - my grades are better than they've been in ages. It can wait for a single song." Y/n stepped close, something mischievous in his eyes. "Or two."

Something bubbled in Sebastian's stomach, worming it's way up to his chest. Words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't quite pull them out or place what they were so for now he let them be.

And the two danced.

The second song was slower, and Y/n tried to do a funny bit by using choreography slowed to half speed, his facial expressions even changing at a snail's pace, which did get Sebastian to laugh. But then he reached out and pulled Y/n against him, chest to chest, and grabbed his hand and waist. "Slow dance properly or skip the song," he chided.

Y/n snorted but didn't pull away. "Of course the rich boy is particular about slow dancing," he teased. "You know how to waltz I assume?"

Sebastian's eyes shone. "Would you like me to teach you?"

Y/n grinned. "Fuck yes." So Sebastian did. It was the first time they'd danced that it wasn't competitive or teasing. There was fire here too but it was quieter, calmer - familiar. Sebastian grabbed his hand, then his waist, and stepped closer. He spoke softly, giving directions and telling him when and where he was stepping and the directions he was going.

It was easy to follow him. Sebastian was excellent at leading, both with his steps and his words. At one point he spun Y/n, slowly to allow for him learning, and Y/n giggled. When they were face to face again they were both grinning.

"This is fun," Sebastian noted. He didn't speak as loudly as he usually did, keeping that soft directional tone he'd been using up to this point.

Y/n felt his face warm up. "It is. Maybe we should make this a regular thing. You can teach me everything you know."

Sebastian's smile grew a little teasing, and seeing that peek out now only made Y/n blush worse. "Je crois que je t'aime."

Y/n's eyebrows came together when Sebastian spoke in French. "No fair! I don't know French."

"If I teach you everything I know," Sebastian reasoned. "You will one day."

Y/n narrowed his eyes. "Okay," he eased slowly. "What did you say though?"

The deviousness crescendo'd as Sebastian chuckled. "I'll tell you one day." He slowed them to a stop, spinning Y/n outward and catching his wrist. He brought the back of Y/n's hands to his lips, leaving a kiss. "You're a wonderful dance partner."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "You need to be dubbed an official Disney Prince with all this charm you're using on me."

There seemed to be something Sebastian wanted to say, but he chose not to.

A new side to him.

Instead he cleared his throat, covering up a laugh. "Let's get back to homework." Unsure of how to get him to divulge information when he was so often readily offering it and not hiding it away as he was now, Y/n was forced to let the interaction go.

For now.

Noteworthies killed it at competition, putting Dalton in first place for the first time since Sebastian had started coming to school here. When they were announced as first, Sebastian's eyes went wide and he couldn't stop smiling. He was in the audience, but he was quickly out of his seat and rushing backstage. When Y/n was off of that stage, he was quick to close the distance. Y/n was surprised, but laughed as they met in the middle, getting caught up in the kiss immediately.

It was the first time they'd been explicitly affectionate in public, and it was wonderful. Especially as Lyran smiled to themself, watching the two.

"Finally, am I right?" they whispered to one of the other boys who laughed, all of them heading to the changing room to leave the pair alone.

When the two boys separated from their embrace, Y/n was blushing. "What was that?" he asked.

Sebastian shrugged. "Probably... adrenaline." He chuckled, finding himself a little breathless. No one had ever made him this soft before, taken him so completely. He felt a little silly and completely ridiculous and stripped entirely of his power-

And he loved it.

“Hey I have a question.” Things had changed since the kiss back stage. They weren’t playing this maybe-friends-maybe-not thing, they were definitely more than friends. Things had gotten as casual as Y/n ending up in Sebastian’s bed for no other reason than better cuddling positions as they watched Netflix all day. That was their Saturday routine. They only got out of bed to make food, and then they’d play music and dance together or tease or kiss…

It was domestic.

But they’d never made anything official.

Sebastian had waited for Y/n to give him that staple look people always did when things got a little too serious. Usually that was when he’d run away, but with Y/n he was sure he’d have drifted into a relationship blissfully. No one could keep up with him and change the game like Y/n could - who could ever even keep his attention after this boy?

But Y/n had never asked. It had never come up. And once again the rules were different than Sebastian had expected. It wasn’t Y/n asking about their relationship that day. It was Sebastian. His hair was soft, dried post shower, and he had only bothered with the bare minimum necessary to be comfortable. Y/n had lost his shirt at some point, stealing one of Sebastian’s even though there were clothes just here that were Y/n’s at this point. It felt intimate in a weird way. Different than sex, but maybe on the same level as it.

Y/n looked at the boy, smiling. “Ask away.”

“Are we together?” Sebastian asked. “Like, boyfriends.”

Y/n’s face light up. “I thought you didn’t do labels, Hot Shot.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “If you don’t want to-“

Even if Y/n could throw him off, Sebastian was good at catching up. The dynamic shifted as Y/n gently caressed his cheek, leaning in to kiss him to get him to stop. “No, it’s okay. I’d love to be your boyfriend. And to have yours as mine. Please.”

Sebastian grew warm. “Okay.” There was that thing… that thing just under the surface…. But he let it go.

Not yet. He couldn’t handle two huge leaps in character in one day. Something told him that Y/n wouldn’t want him to anyway.

It happened, ironically, after they decided to hang out because Y/n’s parents were getting a divorce. Maybe that was actually what made it perfect timing. They were tangled together on the couch, Sebastian soothingly running his hands up and down Y/n’s back. They hadn’t spoken in a while but Y/n’s mood seemed to slowly, steadily, improving. Sebastian could feel that feeling that was growing more and more impossible to ignore. The words that were getting closer and closer to slipping between his lips. They were getting less and less scary - easier to say. Easier to accept. He knew that they would escape any second now.

“I love you.” It was Y/n who’d spoken.

Immediately Sebastian sighed. “Of course you managed it before I did.” He sounded only amused.

Y/n laughed. “To be fair, you were the one who made the relationship official. You started all of this. I think I can get one thing on you. If that’s okay.”

“No. It’s not. Take it back.” At Sebastian’s words, Y/n laughed again. Sebastian left a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead. Lingering. Then his lips parted and-

“Don’t say it just because I did,” Y/n interrupted.

Sebastian sighed. “I wouldn’t say anything I didn’t mean. If I didn’t love you, I’d run. I always do.” He scoffed. “But… I do love you. And I can even say that foul word. You’ve completely ruined me. I’m so young how could you do this to me?”

Y/n shrugged, and his smugness was so gorgeous Sebastian had to kiss him. When they parted, Y/n whispered, “Can we be different than everyone else? Can we just… not deal with all the bullshit? And work together and communicate and not fall apart? Or even worse - stay together forever even though the relationship is cannabilizing itself. Can you promise me we’ll never stop talking?”

Sebastian hummed, sighing. “I can promise I’ll always try.”

Y/n nodded. “That’s enough.” And it was. Everything else could fall apart. Their family, their relationship with Blaine. School could end. The Warblers could get usurped. It was all temporary. And maybe this was too, but it was also worth it in a way. Especially because it was temporary. Even if all they had was this week, or if it was for the rest of their lives… they had each other. What more could one person ask for than that?

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embodyingchaos · 1 year ago

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Hello again!!!can I do an ask for the episode when sebastion throws the slushie in blaines face and the reader just attacks him? (Sebastion deserved a beating for that ong) or could you write about when coach bieste first showed up and when everyone was avoiding her the reader does their best to talk to her(bieste also deserved better, shue and sue were jerks)??? THANK YOU

❥ hiii! so glad to see you on my asks again! i shall write the first option! i apologise that this is late and short and the ending is so abrupt 〒▽〒

definitely deserved pairing: glee x gn!reader genre: platonic, angst warnings: light violence, light assault, sebastian being an ASSHOLE, not rlly a character x reader word count: 1.5k

walking through the library on a monday morning was the usual routine for y/n, rummaging through books for research and song ideas. just as they took a book off a shelf, they were jump-scared by the face of a beaming rachel berry.

“holy shit, rachel. you can’t just do that to a person.” y/n scolded, placing a hand above their chest, trying to calm down their rapidly beating heart. “sorry, was wondering what you were up to. needed something to get my mind off… something.” rachel said suspiciously, looking like there was something heavy on her mind as she walked around the bookcase towards them. y/n noticed the tension but decided not to pry. “i’m just looking through some things.” the two of them made their way to the seating area, joining quinn and tina who were having a conversation.

“hey, guys.” y/n greeted, taking a seat beside the blonde. the two only smiled and waved.

y/n went through their books as the other three had their conversation before blaine came strutting into the library, singing a michael jackson classic, ‘wanna be startin’ somethin’’ alongside kurt, mercedes, santana and brittany. the four joined immediately, used to this at this point.

they all regrouped at the choir room soon enough and discussed about the first michael jackson number they’d do for the weak, planning out costumes based on some of mj’s iconic outfits.

after the rehearsal, a small part of the glee club met up after school the next day. “okay, favourite michael jackson memory. go!” blaine tells them and they all smiled. “when i was one, my mom showed me a vhs tape of his motown special, and when he did the moonwalk across the stage for the first time in history, i uttered my first words - ‘hot damn.’.” y/n grinned at the thought of a baby artie saying those words, finding it totally believable.

“i owe the king of pop a deep debt of gratitude. he’s the first one to pull off the sequined military jacket long before one kurt hummel made it iconic.” kurt boasted, “i have to be honest. i never really got him.” rachel’s words immediately caused everyone’s faces to morph into disbelief. “no way.” “and we are no longer on speaking terms.” y/n and artie share a look.

rachel quickly defends herself, saying she believed he is an amazing performer but she never really got what he was about. though these reasons did not calm them down, y/n could understand where she was coming from.

“okay, but just since you guys are so jazzed about him, i think it’s a good idea for regionals-” “that might not be the best idea.” a new voice entered the discussion and it was a voice they all dreaded. “hey, blaine. hello, everyone else.” sebastian smythe, a member of the dalton academy warblers and basically kurt’s arch nemesis. “does he live here or something? seriously, you are always here.” kurt asked incredulously, flabbergasted at the fact he showed up out of nowhere. y/n snorted before taking a sip of their drink.

artie ignored the two of them, “why don’t you think that’s a good idea?” “because we’re doing mj for regionals.” at sebastian’s words, y/n sighed into their cup before sinking further into the leather armchair they were on. “you see, warblers drew first position, so as soon as i heard what your plan was, i changed our set list accordingly.” he explained with a smug expression on his face, y/n really wanted to punch him.

“i’m sorry, how did you hear?” rachel asked, fully upset. “blaine told me this morning.” y/n’s head turned to look at blaine who only rolled his eyes at the boy, “i just called for a tip on how to get red wine out of my blazer piping, and he would not stop going on about it.” at this point, the whole group was staring at him with an accusing look.

blaine avoids their gazes, “i may have mentioned it.” “how often do you talk?” kurt’s question makes sebastian fake chuckle. “oh my god! hey, kurt! i didn’t recognise you. you are wearing boy clothes for once!” santana had enough after that. “alright, twink, i think it’s time that i show you a little lima heights hospitality.” this made y/n throw their head back against the chair in exasperation, “unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” sebastian’s comeback only makes them feel worst. y/n tuned him out as he talked even more, wanting nothing more but for him to leave and go away.

when he did, they sighed. “thank god. i thought he’d never shut up and leave. he’s like those never-ending interactive voice responses you get on automated telephone systems. he never shuts up.” y/n groaned, sitting up straight again. “we need to do something about michael.” kurt announced and they all nodded, agreeing to discuss what to do the next day.

the next day came faster than it could. everyone piled into the choir room and were complaining about the whole incident when puck suddenly spoke up about his suspicions over how blaine was still somehow a warbler. “come on, blaine’s with us. he’d never intentionally hurt our chances at winning regionals.” y/n defended, walking into the room with their sling bag, taking a seat beside blaine.

blaine gives them a grateful smile, “either way, he’s on notice as far as i’m concerned.” “we should all be on notice.” finn interrupted his best friend, trying to reason with them. “i mean, next to vocal adrenaline, the warblers are the best glee club in the state and for a lot of us, this is our last shot at a championship, so we should stop complaining about the warblers and figure out how to beat them.” finn told everyone, being the voice of reason as usual.

“i couldn’t have said it better myself, finn.” mr. schue commented, walking into the room. “i’m less worried about our set list right now, and more interested in getting us in the right mind-set to crush those guys. which is why our lesson for the week is…” with a marker, he wrote down on the whiteboard ‘wwmjd’. “what would michael jackson do?” “he’d fight back. he’d say regionals is ours. mj is ours, and if they want it, they can pry it from our sequin-gloved hand.” y/n grinned at finn and nodded along, “mhm. straight up. in 1983, mtv said they wouldn’t air his ‘billie jean’ video, what’d he do? he fought back, they aired it and the thriller album sold an additional ten million copies.” artie added and y/n only stared at him, “you’re like a michael jackson encyclopaedia.” they commented quietly, the boy held a hand to his chest. “why, thank you.” he gratefully said.

blaine smirked, “i know what michael would do. i think he would take it to the streets.” at his words, the whole room filled with excited mutters. y/n kept quiet, though. they couldn’t help but feel like something was going to go wrong with this, terribly wrong.

after the glee club dispersed, they tried to chase blaine down before he got too far away. “blaine, are you sure this is a good idea?” they asked as the two of them walked to the entrance of the school. “i’m sure it’ll be all good. we’ll show them that they’re gonna regret taking michael from us, and then we’re going to get him back.” the former warbler said excitedly before heading out the door. “god, i hope so.” y/n whispered to themselves, clutching their bag tightly.

the day of the showdown arrives quicker than they expected. they’d all agreed to wear matching leather jackets, after kurt’s persistent determination, to have some unity. it was the new directions against the warblers after all.

at the sound of santana’s snap, the rest of the group came out and they started their jackson-off. truth be told, having a dance and sing-off in an empty parking lot was a very 60s thing to do but y/n had no complaints. their only complaint was that the more the song progressed and the closer they got to the ending, they’d seen one of the warblers grab a paper bag.

y/n’s eyes widened when they realise that sebastian was going to slushee kurt. “kurt!” they yelled but blaine had thrown himself in front of the boy, getting the liquid assault instead.

blaine yelled out in agony at the impact, falling to the ground as he pressed his palms against his eyes. everyone froze but y/n couldn’t handle it anymore. “you fucking asshole!” they clenched their fist tightly and laid a hard punch against sebastian’s face, making him stumble back towards his group members. “y/n.” finn warned them, placing a hand on their shoulder to calm them down so they don’t rip their rival into shreds.

the warblers soon fled the scene with guilty looks on their faces as they helped sebastian stabilise himself and walked off. the new directions could see that his lip was bruised and his cheek was swollen when he passed by. it was easy for any of them to say, he’s definitely deserved that punch in a while.

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thenasoneshots · 10 months ago

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Sebastian Oneshot - You Are the Reason

Requested?: No, please request, I need ideas…

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff? Kinda… I dunno what I’d call this

Reader's Relations: Blaine’s twin sister

Warnings: Mentions of transphobia, mentions of s*lf H*rm.

Other notes: Reader is trans, but it’s like not known information. The reader was born female but has been pretending to be male while at school. The first part is set during the former part of season 3. (M/n) means male name.

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I smiled to myself as I walked down the halls of McKinley towards the Choir Room after having been pointed the way by one of the students, my coat wrapped closely around me, covering up my Dalton blazer and tie. I soon came to the room, and knocked on the doorframe, due to the door being wide open, “I am sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if-” Before I could finish my sentence, Blaine had ran up and hugged me, nearly knocking the hat off my head, which would have revealed my longer hair.

“Oh, hello to you too, Little Brother. I missed you.”

“So who is this? Not that I care but just saying.”

Blaine let go of me and turned around to the rest of the group, “This is (Y-” I stepped on his foot giving him a glare, “My name is (M/n), I’m Blaine’s older brother. But that’s all you need to know,” I spoke, before turning to who I guessed was the teacher, “I came because I wanted to ask if I could try out for Glee Club. I recently transferred to McKinley from my old school.”

Before he could reply, Blaine had taken my wrist and pulled me over to the chairs, causing me to let go of my coat, revealing my school uniform underneath, leading to the same girl who’d spoken before to speak out, “Oh great. Mr Scheuster, are you really going to allow this? Some random guy walks in and doesn’t even need to try out? We don’t need two Warblers in our Glee Glub.”

I felt my eye twitching and I stood up turning to her, “Right. I will have you know, Little Miss Cheerleader, that I have no intention of leaking your ‘secrets’ to the Warblers. I left Dalton to come here.”

“Then how come you’re still in your uniform?”

“Because I wanted to have one last day in it before it gets ‘retired’ so to speak. If you want me to sing, I’ll sing,” I replied, taking my coat off completely and standing up.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=gxTRx4uurxs&si=DoXoEmsCa-2vyYGv - the song is Dark Horse by Katy Perry

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“I’ve been thinking. How come you sing like a girl?”

I felt a small pang in my heart and my heart rate started to increase but before I could say anything, Mr Schuester had spoken up, “Santana, that’s enough.”

“No, I want to know. Tell us. Why do you look and dress like a guy, but you sing like a girl?”

Instead of responding, I just stood up and ran out of the Choir Room, ignoring the calls of my name for me to come back. I just ran to the Auditorium and walked onto the stage, thankful no one else was there.

“(M/n)?”

I looked up at the voice and smiled slightly at Blaine, “Hi.”

“You alright?”

I shook my head and soon felt him bring me into a hug, “Just know I’ll never judge you.”

“I know you won’t, but others might... I don’t think people are going to understand. I don’t feel comfortable as a girl.”

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“What’s on your mind, (M/n)? You’ve been zoning out the whole time.”

I sighed, swirling the straw of my smoothie around in the drink, “Seb, you know how when we started dating, we agreed we would and could tell each other anything?” He nodded and I took a deep breath, “Well, the thing is, I apologise, but I’ve been lying to you. I was born a girl. I was allowed to go to Dalton cause I cut my hair a bit shorter and wore a binder to cover my chest. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I’ve come to realise that I don’t feel comfortable with being a girl, so I’m going to undergo surgery to change my gender.”

Sebastian looked at me in shock before a smile took over his face, “That’s perfectly alright with me.”

I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders when I heard him say that and I returned his smile, hugging him, “This is why I love you, Seb.”

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I squeaked as I felt a hand hit my head, causing my hat to fall off, in turn revealing my longer hair. This caused the whole Glee Club, minus Blaine, to gasp and I felt my face turn bright red in both embarrassment and anger.

“I told you there was something off about this one. Why’s your hair so long?” Santana asked, getting closer to me, a smirk on her face, telling me she’d been the one to knock my hat off. I felt my heart rate increase and I sighed, “Fine, I’m a girl, but I don’t feel comfortable as a girl, which is why I never mentioned it to you guys. I wanted you to just see the new me rather than the old me,” I replied, “But, I’d rather that fact stayed in here.”

Over the next few weeks, I started to get pushed against the lockers and had several slushies thrown at me as well as hurtful words said to me. It got to the point where there were times that I was late to Glee Club because I had to wash the slushie out of my eyes and change clothes. Had I told anyone I was now being bullied? No. Was I going to? No. Then one day when I walked into Glee Club after just having finished washing a slushie out of my eyes, something snapped in me, and I completely broke down, sobbing. Immediately, Blaine had rushed over, rubbing my back, not asking why I was crying, even though I could tell he wanted to ask why I was crying, but he knew I’d speak when I was really. Eventually with some time, and help from the other Glee Club members, I’d calmed down enough to speak.

“(M/n)? What happened?”

“Someone leaked it to the rest of the school that I was a girl and since then, not a single day has gone by where I haven’t either been pushed against a locker or had a slushie thrown at me. That’s why I’m always late, I’ve been having to wash it off my face and out of my hair,” I responded before being wrapped in a hug.

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“Mr Schuester, before we begin, could I make a small announcement?” I asked, raising my hand, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

“Of course, (M/n),” he replied, smiling at me. I stood up nervously, returning the smile and walked to the front, taking a deep breath, “So, over the past few months, I’ve been going through the process of changing my gender and… I had the surgery on Monday, which is why I haven’t been in since last week.”

Everyone’s faces erupted in smiles, and they all ran up giving me a massive group hug, but the moment was interrupted by a familiar voice, “So, does that mean that I’m back to being gay now?”

I immediately turned on my heel to see Sebastian leaning on the door frame, a smile on his face. I felt my heart pumping, knowing from that statement my friends would have worked out that we were dating, but before any of them could say anything, I’d sped over and grabbed his hand, dragging him out into the hallway, “What the Hell are you doing here?! Sebastian, you really shouldn’t be here. I mean, I’m happy to see you, but why?”

“Warblers practice was cancelled due to several of the boys being ill with the flu, the annoying thing about Boarding Schools, illnesses tend to spread more easily. Anyway, I came over 'cause I wanted to see you.”

“What you mean is you want to know what song we’re planning to beat you with at Sectionals, right?” I giggled out in a joking way, but when he stayed silent, I stopped laughing, “You’re not joking with me… That’s why you came?!”

“(M/n), please..”

“Please what? Do you even love me or was this just a cruel game to you?”

“Listen, I.. Fine, I’ll tell you. We need to break up.”

“What…? Why?” I asked, as the tears started to come to my eyes, “You’re joking this time, right?”

“No, I’m not. I’m sorry, (M/n), but it’s for your own happiness. Your friends know we’re dating now, and I know they don’t like me, so I’m saving you the job of breaking up with me when you eventually choose them over me.”

“But… I can explain to them. They’ll understand that there’s more to you than the ‘massive arsehole’ they see you as.”

“Maybe. But the point is, I know they don’t like me. Goodbye, (M/n),” and before I could say anything else, he’d turned around and was walking down the corridor away from me before slipping out of my sight. I wiped my now tear-stained eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to make it look like I hadn’t been crying and walked back into the choir room, walking straight over to my bag. I picked it up, took my headphones out and connected them to my phone, before walking back out, not saying a word to anyone. As I was about halfway down the corridor in the opposite direction to where Sebastian had gone, I felt a hand on my wrist. I sighed and paused my music, turning around to see Blaine there.

“What?”

“Why?” he asked, “Out of all the people you could choose, you pick him. Let’s not forget he threw a rock salt slushie at me, (M/n). Why?!”

“I thought, after I’d got to know him he was rather charming, but I can see you were, no, you all were right about him. He is just a heartless asshole.”

“Wait a minute... This is the same guy who you were singing praises about how nice he was to you all the time, literally yesterday, what changed your mind?”

“He broke up with me! Is that what you wanted to know?!” I all but screamed in Blaine’s face before reaching for my headphones again, “I’ll see you at home. There’s something I want to do.” I walked off, putting my headphones back on.

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I gave up trying to hold tears in and let them cascade down my face as I went through my locker, taking down all the photos of Sebastian and I. Most of them were him kissing my cheek while I wasn’t looking, or vice versa, all of which had been taken by other Warblers, them knowing of our relationship, and being sworn to secrecy not to tell anyone else, “There goes my heart beating ‘cause you are the reason, I'm losing my sleep. Please come back now and there goes my mind racing and you are the reason that I'm still breathing. I'm hopeless now.” I started singing softly to myself as I either tore up the pictures I didn’t want to keep, threw them in the bin, or, on the rare occasion that there was someone else in the photo, usually one or more of the other Warblers, I just scored out Sebastian’s face and put them in my bag so I wouldn’t have to see them whenever I opened my locker, I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what you've broken. Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason.” It was true, apart from Blaine, Sebastian had been the only one, prior to me telling the rest of the New Directions, about my dislike for my gender, and my want to change it, “There goes my hands shaking and you are the reason my heart keeps bleeding. I need you now and if I could turn back the clock, I'd make sure the light defeated the dark. I'd spend every hour, of every day keeping you safe…”

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“And I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what you've broken,” I sang out standing on the stage in the auditorium, as for some reason we’d had Glee Club in there rather than the choir room, “Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason…” The assignment for the week had been ‘Heartbreak’ and that song had been the first one that came to me after what had happened two days ago. I quickly took my seat again, not wanting anyone to see that I was about to burst into tears again, and tried to calm myself down.

That was when I heard my phone go off and I quickly took a look at the caller, gasped, and asked to be excused. Mr Schuester nodded, seeing that it was a phone call and I quickly thanked him, standing up and answering, dashing out of the auditorium, “Nick? Why are you calling me? I’m in Glee practice right now!”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your practice, (M/n), but I thought you’d want to know that your boyfriend is in the hospital.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Huh? But aren’t you and Sebastian dating?”

“No, he broke up with me, literally two days ago.”

“Oh..” Nick replied, and even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he had a surprised and confused look on his face, “Well, he didn’t turn up for Warblers practice yesterday and then Mr (Insert random teacher name) came and let us know this afternoon he’d been in an accident and was in the hospital. When me and Jeff got there, Sebastian’s parents told us he’d been talking about you since he woke up. It was something about ‘Must see (M/n). Need to say something’ or something like that. He needs you, please come…”

“Well, you can tell Sebastian to shove it up his arse. He broke up with me, claiming it ‘for my own happiness’, and said that it was ‘to save me the bother of doing it when I chose the New Directions over him because my friends hate him after he threw that slushie in Blaine’s face. Now is there anything else? Or can I go back to rehearsals?”

I heard Nick sigh on the phone, “It’s up to you, but just to say, I can tell he regrets breaking up with you.”

I just rolled my eyes and hung up, putting my phone away and walking back into the auditorium, sitting down.

“Everything okay?”

I nodded, “Yeah... just a family matter,” I replied, “It can wait until Blaine and I get home, Mr Schuester.”

“If it’s a ‘family matter’ then why wasn’t I told too?”

I rolled my eyes, “For crying out loud, Blaine. How can Mum call two people at once? She called me and asked me to tell you when I could. Which will be after Glee Club is over for the day.”

A few minutes later, we were finished and I saw Blaine take out his phone and message someone. His phone dinged and he turned to me after checking it, “Why did you lie to Mr Schuester about that phone call? Mum said she never called you.”

I bit my lip, “Because no one would actually care about the truth anyway. Plus I’m still trying to decide myself on what to do. Sebastian’s in the hospital. It was Nick who called me earlier to tell me. He said something about an accident and that Sebastian had been wanting to talk to me since he woke up. I’m not going though.”

“(M/n). You should go and see him. If he wants to talk to you, should should at least do that for him.”

“Oh, so you’re on his side now? Blaine ‘He-threw-a-rock-salt-slushie-at-me’ Anderson. Why are you saying I should go and see him in the hospital? I thought you didn’t want me to be with him.”

“While I still don’t like the idea of him dating you. If he wants to talk to you, you should go. Perhaps he wants to apologise.”

“What? Like how he apologised for nearly blinding you?”

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However, Blaine managed to get me to go and see Sebastian and I was surprised to see him lying on the bed, a heart rate monitor attached to his arm, and his forearms covered in bandages. Only his forearms… everywhere else was clean, well apart from his hands and face having bloodstains on them… That’s when I worked it out…

“Alright, out with it. Why did you want me to come? And why’d Nick lie to me about you being in an accident? This clearly was not an ‘accident’. You did this to yourself.”

“(M/n)? You came?”

“Obviously… Now answer my questions,” I replied, tapping my finger on my arm, an unimpressed look on my face.

“Mum, please can we be alone?” Sebastian asked, turning to his mother, who had been sitting by the bed, reading a book. She stood up and left, not before giving me a ‘This is all your fault’ glare. I gulped and walked closer, to Sebastian after his mother had left the room, knowing she, for some reason, blamed me for Sebastian trying to kill himself.

“Now, answer my questions. Why did you want me to come?”

“All three are connected. The answers to your questions, I mean. I wanted you to come because I wanted to see you, I did this to myself because of how I hurt you. I still love you and I couldn’t live with myself after seeing your face when I broke up with you. A face like yours should only ever have happy tears streaming down the cheeks. My mother told me to break up with you. I know she doesn’t like you, but I couldn't disappoint her, I regretted breaking up with you after I saw your face. Finally, I asked Nick to tell you I was in the hospital. Honestly, he didn’t know the whole truth either, all he knew was I’d managed to slice both my arms, so he probably just assumed it was some form of accident. Could you ever forgive me?”

I gulped and saw the tears rolling down his cheeks, the beeping of the heart-rate monitor slowing down.

“(M/n). Please. I need to know if you forgive me. The doctors said I still don’t have enough blood in my body to go on for too long, but I want to know if you forgive me before it’s too late.”

“Do you promise you’re telling the truth? You didn’t want to break up with me?”

“Yes, I’m telling the truth. I didn’t want to break up with you, my mother forced me to.”

“Sebastian, what’s your blood type?”

“Why… Wait… Really?”

“Just tell me your blood type, Smythe,” I replied leaning down and gently hugging him.

“A-, does that-” Before Sebastian could finish his sentence, a nurse had walked through the door, “Oh hello, are you-”

“Let me donate blood. Please. I’ve got the same blood type. I’m begging you.”

“(M/n), you don’t have to.”

“Yes. I do, Seb. Please, Miss Nurse. I know I’ve got the same blood type as him. I can give him blood, just let me.”

“Are you sure? If so I’ll go and get a doctor.”

I nodded eagerly, “Yes. I can tell Sebastian doesn’t have enough blood in his body due to all he lost and I know it’s at a point where he could die due to the blood loss. Please.”

The nurse smiled at me and nodded, “Okay. I’ll need your name so we can double-check you have the same blood type. Then a doctor should be in.”

“Of course. (M/n) Anderson, although it might still be written as (Y/n).”

“Thank you. A doctor should be in in a few minutes.”

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About 15 minutes later, Sebastian’s heart rate was back up to what it should be and his mother came back in. I stood up from the chair I’d been in and let go of Sebastian’s hand, my heart racing as I knew she was going to do something to me, probably saying I’d overstayed my welcome and shouldn’t be there so I closed my eyes, bracing myself for impact, but was surprised when I was wrapped in a hug. My eyes shot open and I blinked at her words, “Thank you. You saved my son’s life!”

“Y-you’re welcome Mrs Smythe. I was just doing what anyone would do seeing a person in ne-Wait a minute, don’t you hate me? Why are you hugging me?”

“You saved my son’s life, and I can see that you make him happy. I apologise for forcing him to break up with you.”

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“A-are you sure you okay with having Sebastian as a brother-in-law, Blaine?” I asked as he helped me tie the bow tie on my tux, as I’d never been good at it and he was an expert.

“If you’re happy, (M/n). I am. I know he was not very nice and did some bad things, but I know you love him and I am willing to put my dislike for him aside for your happiness, as you are my brother.”

I smiled and hugged him as he finished tying the bow tie, “Thanks, Blaine. You are the best brother ever.”

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So this is over 3500 words… It’s been in my drafts half-written for ages, and only recently did I get an idea to finish it. It morphed into this and is now very long… Oh well… Curse the over-creative brain, and I have another Glee oneshot idea which will be the next one to be written.

#glee #glee x reader #sebastian smythe #xreader #trans ftm #ftm reader

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so-long-soldier-writes · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

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#masterlist #seblaine fics #sebastian smythe x blaine anderson #bucky barnes fics #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fics #tvd fics #glee fics #kai parker x reader #kai parker fics

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Love Song

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Chapter 17 - Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough

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

After knowing how they had lied and hid secrets from one another they had the biggest fight of their lives. But as they realized how much they still loved each other, it was inevitable that they would forgive each other. Their happiness didn't last long however as another obstacle was dumped to their heads, literally. How will they cope with this? Will their love finally break apart or will they be able to overcome everything and live happily ever after?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 17/21 (might add more)

Chapter list >

Warning : angst, fluff, sexual references, bullying, insults

Word count : 8.8k

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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But there's a danger in loving somebody too much

And it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust

There's a reason why people don't stay where they are

Baby sometimes love just ain't enough

Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough - Patty Smyth & Don Henley

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La Suite Shangri-La, Shangri-La Hotel, Paris, May 23rd 2023 - 7 am

As consciousness slowly seeped into her mind, the first sense that she was aware of was her sense of smell. She knew what her nose was smelling before she even opened her eyes. It was his signature scent that she loved so much. The combination of pine and citrus from the cologne he wore mixed with his signature scent felt like heaven for her. She could also feel his warm arms around her shoulder and the rise and fall of his chest on her cheek.

She cried in his arms last night until she felt really exhausted. It seemed he was exhausted too. So they ended up sleeping side by side, arms around each other as usual, as if nothing big had happened. The last thing she remembered was feeling a sense of peace as she focused on the sense of her back being rubbed gently by him.

She couldn't deny that she felt really comfortable in his arms. Just like she always had been in the past 22 years. Comfort, he really was her comfort person. No matter what happened in her life, he could always make her feel comfortable. Even though this time it was him that made her uncomfortable.

The memory of what happened last night stung her heart. The pictures of him with Stephanie and the hooker, the fight, the negative talks on the internet, the anxiety and distrust she felt for him. All of them came to her mind like a freight train. Leaving her heart crushed with the pain.

No, she didn't want to think about it just yet. She knew she should wake up, they were supposed to leave to Rome in several hours but she didn't want to. She just wanted to stay in his arms forever and forget yesterday ever happened. She didn't know if she could handle reality just yet.

She took a deep breath, filling herself with his scent, ingraining it into her memory, as if it was the last time she was going to be able to do it.

The last time. Yes, when he was punching a punching bag at the gym she had thought about it. She had pondered the possibility of, God forbid, getting a divorce from him. She knew she was getting ahead of herself. She knew she should seek other options and make a divorce be the last resort. But she couldn't help but think of that possibility. Especially if they couldn't trust each other again. And if he, after all that had happened, still prioritized his work rather than his family. She also considered the fact of how much she hated to be in the public eye, especially with something so negative associated with her. She just wanted to be a normal person with a normal life. But being married to him definitely couldn't make that a reality. As long as he kept being an actor, it was inevitable that she would stop living like a normal person. And that thought made her sad.

He stirred and slowly she could feel that he had kissed her forehead gently. She felt her eyes pricked with his gesture. Oh how much she still loved him but also hate him at this moment. The two opposing feelings overwhelmed her and she couldn't help but cried again. Tears fell from her eyes even though her eyes were still closed, leaving his shirt wet.

"Sweetheart, are you still crying?" He asked gently.

She sniffled and finally opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed and sadness colored his beautiful ocean blue eyes.

"I am. I'm sorry." She wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Oh honey. I'm sorry.. I really am sorry for everything." He said as he squeezed her body tight.

"I'm.. I'm sorry too, Seb. For everything." She said, her voice shook.

"What is in that mind of yours, honey? What are you thinking?" He asked gently as he put a stray of hair behind her ears.

She sat up slowly and took a deep breath then let it go.

"I just.. don't know yet how to deal with all this. All the negativity is killing me. And.. I can't believe I'm saying this but.. I love you yet at the same time I hate you. Does that make sense?" She asked as she turned to look at him.

"It does make sense Y/n, as much as I hate to admit it. I mean.. I felt it too yesterday, that's why I left. I needed to do something to let the hate go."

The thought of him feeling hate for her surprised her and hurt her too. They really did at one point hated each other yesterday. The realization made her stomach churn in discomfort.

"I guess that's where the term fighting like an old married couple comes from huh?" She said.

"I guess.. yeah." He shrugged.

She sighed and looked down. She really hated this part of marriage. She knew when she was getting married to him that things weren't going to be rainbows, unicorns and butterflies all the time. But she never thought they would have to deal with something as hard as this.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked after a while, turning to look at him.

"Of course, you know you can ask me anything." He said as he sat up as well and gazed at her expectantly.

"If nothing happened between you and Stephanie, then why didn't you tell me about meeting her?" She asked. That was one of the things that was still nagging her mind even though he had told her that nothing happened between them.

"I.. maybe I was embarrassed? To have dated someone who turned out to be a stripper. And.. well.. you know how chaotic our wedding was like and all the events after that. It just slipped my mind. I'm really sorry, honey." He replied. Regret clear in his eyes.

His explanation made sense. But the insecurity and jealousy still dominant in her heart.

"I.. I know I'm being crazy, but. Did you also sleep in each other's arms when you were with Stephanie? Or with your other exes for that matter?" She asked slowly, apprehension in her eyes.

He didn't answer right away. She could see a little panic and surprise in his eyes which made her suspicious. But then his eyes showed concern and he reached out to take her hands in his.

"Sweetheart, I'm not sure how the answer to that question will help us. It doesn't matter how I slept with them. It was all in the past. Right now what matters is you, us, Starlene."

"I know. I just.. I guess I want to know if I'm special. If you do something different with me compared to your other exes. It's just the jealousy in me. You know." She sighed.

"Honey.. I married you. I chose you. I left all of them for you. I waited 20 years to be with you. I waited for you to break up with Zac for years! And.. I guess that's why I'm so jealous of Zac. You have no idea the pain I felt those two times I went to your apartment to tell you how I felt about you only to find Zac behind the door." He said as he released her hands from his and gazed at her, pain and anger in his eyes.

She completely forgot about that fact. She understood now why he was so jealous of Zac and she felt guilty for all the pain she caused him. Yes, she was in pain as well because he didn't tell her about Stephanie. But then he was also in pain and it broke her heart.

"I.. I'm sorry, Seb." She said, reaching out to touch his hand and squeezed it tight.

"It's okay, honey. I ended up getting to be with you and that makes me happy. But I don't think I will get over being jealous with Zac. Especially after what happened." He sighed.

"Oh Seb, you have nothing to worry about. Zac is just a friend. Actually, he's not even that. I asked him not to contact me again."

"Oh, you did? Why?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

"I.. well, after meeting him the second time I could tell he still had feelings for me. He asked if we could be friends again. But I just thought it was a bad idea so I decided to cut him out of my life."

"What?! After all these years he suddenly wanted to be friends with you?! Didn't he just leave you like that and never contacted you again?!" He asked, his voice raised in anger.

"I know. That's why I said no and asked him to stop contacting me again."

"Well, good for you sweetheart. He's an a**hole and doesn't deserve you. You know, if I ever get to meet him again, I would punch him in the face." He said furiously.

She was reminded again by the kiss Zac did to her back at the hotel in Amsterdam and how Sebastian almost found Zac in their room. She felt glad to make the decision not to tell him about the kiss. Seeing how he was so bothered like this, she couldn't imagine how angry and hurtful he would be if he knew Zac had kissed her. He would probably kill him.

"You're so cute when you're all jealous like this." She chuckled, deciding to change the tone. She was getting exhausted with all the negativity between them. She realized the only one who could change that was herself.

"Oh.. you like seeing me getting all bothered like this?" He asked in disbelief.

"Well.. maybe a little. It helps raise my confidence level." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh honey. Come here." He said as he pulled her gently towards him.

She sat on his lap and put her legs around his waist, straddling him. Then they put their arms around each other tight.

For a moment they just enjoyed being in each other's embrace. The simple act raised the confidence in each other's hearts and erased the jealousy they felt for each other's exes.

After a while he released her from his embrace, cupped the sides of her face with his hands and gazed at her intently.

"Look, Y/n.. no matter what happened, I love you. I will always love you. And I will never cheat on you, ever. You.. are.. the love of my life. You complete me like no other woman can. I will never hurt you by cheating on you. Please believe me, sweetheart." His eyes gazed at her full of love and hope.

She couldn't help but felt her heart swell with love at his words. Yes, love. Despite everything, she really did still love him. Maybe he was right. They could get through this as long as they still love each other and stayed loyal with each other. He did say he didn't cheat on her with Stephanie and she believed him. She didn't cheat on him either. So, there was no reason for them to split up. She really was getting ahead of herself.

"I love you too, Iubirea mea. I believe you and I will never cheat on you either." She smiled and his face brightened at that.

"I love it when you call me that, sweetheart." He smiled as he leaned closer to her.

He gazed at her full with love and gently kissed her forehead, both her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks and finally her lips.

His gentle kisses felt like home to her. As their kiss deepened she felt the hate, jealousy and distrust in her heart gradually disappeared, replaced by love and forgiveness.

He broke their kiss after a while and gazed at her intently.

"Honey, I'm sorry. Just a hypothetical question. I know how much you like Jude Law. If.. he suddenly comes to you and said he's in love with you and want to be you what would you do?"

"What?! Seb! Why are you asking me this?" She asked, laughing a little.

"I just want to know." He shrugged.

"Seb, it's impossible for Jude Law to fall in love with me. We barely know each other. Why didn't you name other men, like.. my other exes?" She asked in disbelief.

"Well, because I know now you would never accept them back into your life, seeing how each one of them are a**holes. But Jude seems like a perfect man. So.."

"He is not. He cheated on his fiancee. Did you know that?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, of course. But he didn't cheat on you. So.."

"Seb.. we barely know each other." She said in annoyance.

"But if you do know each other well.. would you leave me for him?" He asked, gazing at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

She finally realized it, despite everything, he also felt insecure about being with her just as she was insecure about being with him. They really were so similar to each other, even down to their insecurities with each other. The thought made her realize there was no one else more perfect for her in this world than him.

"Seb, Iubirea mea. Even if Jude Law, or Brad Pitt or Chris Pine comes to me and tells me that they love me and want to be with me, I will never leave you. You're the only man for me. There's no one else in this world more perfect for me than you." She said, gazing at him intently.

"That's all I need to hear." He smiled and his smile made her smile as well.

He leaned closer to her and kissed her again and for a moment everything felt perfect just like the way they used to be.

"Chris Pine?" He asked after a while, breaking their kiss.

"Yes.. what about him?"

"I didn't know you like him."

"Well.. I liked him in Star Trek and Wonder Woman."

"Star Trek.. you know I lost the role of Kirk to him."

"I do know. I don't think you fit as Kirk. I'm sorry, Iubirea mea. Chris is perfect as Kirk."

"Ouch! You know you deserve to be punished for that." He said as he started to tickle her waist.

"No.. Seb! Please don't." She giggled as he tickled his waist relentlessly.

"The monster is hungry, the monster wants to eat." He growled as he stopped tickling her and started to kiss and bite her neck gently.

"Seb.. stop it. You could wake Starlene up." She protested, struggling to let him go as the sensation of him kissing her neck sent shivers down her spine.

And sure enough Starlene woke up and started to cry.

"Okay.. okay.. I guess make up sex will have to wait." He said dejectedly as he let her go.

She laughed as she removed her legs from around him, scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up.

"Iubirea mea, it will have to wait until we get to Rome. You know we're leaving in like three hours." She reminded him as she scooped Starlene from the crib into her arms and rocked her gently to soothe her cries.

"Oh, right. We better get ready." He said, standing up as well.

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Somewhere on the way to Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris - May 23rd 2023 - 10.30 am

She never thought being married to Sebastian would make her fear for her life.

No one knew who tipped the papparazzis off about where they were staying at. But when they got out of the hotel to get into their rented car, they were bombarded with flashes of lights from the papparazzis' cameras. The papparazzis shouted at them, asking for them to clarify their status and comment on the scandal the whole world thought that they were in.

Sebastian put his arms around her, protecting her from the papparazzis' harrassments as she carried Starlene and with great difficulty finally got into their rented car.

She thought they were safe as soon as they got into the car. But the papparazzis' were relentless and blocked them from being able to leave. It was not until the hotel security scolded them off that they finally backed off and let their car go. However, some of the papparazzis' had gotten into their own cars and motorcycles and started following them as they drove to the airport.

The driver of their rented car sped on the street as he tried to shake the papparazzis off their tail. Swerving left and right on the crowded street, almost hitting other cars in the process.

"Slow down, man!" Sebastian shouted, panic in his voice as the driver took a hard turn to the right at Place Charles de Gaulle, a large junction where twelve straight avenues meet, with Arc de Triomphe standing in the middle of it.

"I'm sorry, sir. But don't you want to shake them off?" The driver asked as he slowed the car down a little.

"Well yes, but I don't want us to end up like Princess Diana!" He protested, referring to the death of Princess Diana which was caused by a car accident after the driver of her car drove the car recklessly as they tried to shake papparazzis off their tail. Ironically the car accident also happened in Paris, not far from where they were at.

"I'm sorry, sir." The driver said in regret.

"It's okay. Just.. drive normally. It's no use anyway trying to shake these guys off." He said as he looked out the window.

She looked out the window as well and saw one of the papparazzis in a car next to them, taking pictures of them with their car window down.

She shook her head in disbelief as she looked around and realized their car ended up being surrounded by papparazzis in their cars and motorcycles who were still taking pictures of them and shooting videos of them.

It took about half an hour to reach the airport despite being chased by the papparazzis.

"Back off.. back off.. okay?! We have a plane to catch! Please, just back off!" Sebastian shouted as soon as he got out of the car at the airport's departure area.

With help from the driver of the car he successfully put all their luggages into a trolley while Y/n waited in the car with Starlene, not daring to come out for fear of being harrassed by the papparazzis.

"Come on, honey. It's okay." Sebastian said after he was finished dealing with their luggages. He opened the car door and guided her out.

She grabbed his hand tight and reluctantly got out of the car, flashes of lights from the papparazzis' cameras welcomed her.

Sebastian put his arms around her as they walked into the airport, following the driver of their car who had offered to take their trolley inside.

As soon as they started walking the papparazzis started to shout questions at them.

"Y/n! Is it true you cheated on Sebastian?!"

"What were you doing with Zac Hansen?!"

"Sebastian! Did you really hire a hooker in Cannes?!"

"Sebastian! How does it feel knowing you married a sl*t?!"

She felt her heart stung painfully as she heard one of the papparazzis' insult towards her.

Sebastian stopped as he heard that last shout from the papparazzi, prompting her to stop as well. He turned towards the papparazzi, grabbed the front of his collar with both hands and brought the papparazzi's face close to his.

"No one calls my wife a sl*t! You a**hole!" Then he released his hold on the papparazzi's collar and punched him hard in the face, startling everyone.

"Now back off all of you! Or I will punch each and every one of you!" He threatened, looking around him towards all the papparazzis.

Then he turned towards her and put his arms back around her and started to walk into the check-in area, leaving the papparazzis dumbfounded at what just happened.

As soon as they got into the safety of the check-in area and stood in queue he turned to her with his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? I'm sorry about those stupid papparazzis." He said, his voice still sounded angry.

"I'm... I'm okay. Thank you for standing up for me, Iubirea mea." She said, her voice trembled.

"Of course, honey. I had to do it. That papparazzi deserved it." He grumbled.

"I hope you won't get into trouble for punching him."

"Oh he had it coming, it wasn't like he didn't trigger it. And we had plenty of witnesses who heard what he said. Don't worry about it." He said as he put his arms around her shoulder and squeezed her tight.

"Well, I hope there won't be anymore papparazzis in Rome." She said.

"I hope so too, honey." He said as he gently kissed her temple.

But their hopes were squashed in an instant. As soon as they got out of Leonardo Da Vinci International airport's arrival area they were bombarded yet again by papparazzis flashing their cameras at them and shouting questions at them, hindering them from being able to hire a taxi to take them to their accommodation.

After quite a struggle, they were finally able to get a taxi. She waited at the sidewalk with Starlene in her arms as Sebastian and the taxi driver loaded their luggages into the taxi. She covered Starlene's face and braced herself as the papparazzis continued to take pictures of them and shoot videos of them.

She was staring at Sebastian and the taxi driver when she felt her head wet all of a sudden. Someone had poured a drink on her head!

"Take that you wh**e! You don't deserve Sebastian you know!"

She turned around, the sweet liquid dripping from her hair onto Starlene, and found an angry girl shouted at her. The girl was wearing a Winter Soldier shirt and she was clearly a misguided jealous fan girl of Sebastian.

She didn't have a chance to respond as the angry girl turned around and ran quickly away from her.

She looked around and the papparazzis continued to take her pictures and shot videos of her. She never felt more embarrassed in her life.

She turned around to face Sebastian who was looking at her in shock.

"Oh my God, honey! Are you okay?!" He shouted as he ran to her side and put his arms around her shoulder.

She tried hard not to cry. She knew what she did next was going to be broadcasted all over the world. So she tried to stay calm even though deep inside she felt her heart in immense turmoil.

"I'm okay.. just wet." She chuckled but she couldn't hide the shake in her voice.

Sebastian immediately guided her to get into the taxi and after making sure all their luggages were in, he got into the taxi next to her and instructed the driver to leave immediately.

As suspected some of the papparazzis still followed them and she wondered whether they would be able to get out of the situation.

"Sweetheart, I'm really sorry about what happened." He said as he pulled some tissues from a tissue box that was thankfully available in the taxi.

He started to rub the tissue on her face and head and helped dry her hair while she took some tissue as well to clean Starlene up. Starlene was thankfully not cranky at all and just stared up at her as she cleaned her up from the liquid which seemed to be Pepsi.

"It's okay, Seb, it's not your fault." She shrugged.

"Oh but it is. I saw who did it to you. I can't believe they would dare to do something like this to you. You know what, I think I will never use Instagram again after this. And I'll never go to fan conventions again. Ever." He announced with hate in his voice.

"But Seb, that was just one of your fans who did that to me. It's unfair to the others who are nice and respectful to us." She protested.

He didn't respond right away but she could see the love and admiration in his eyes.

"You truly are the most patient and understanding woman in the world, Y/n. I love you so much." He said and he leaned in closer and kissed her, surprising her a little.

"I love you too Iubirea mea." She smiled and broke the kiss even though deep down she didn't feel the smile.

She couldn't wait to get into their accommodation and just cried her heart out in the bathroom. But seeing how the papparazzis were still on their tail and they didn't want to be followed back to their accommodation, they decided to take a drive around Rome as they tried to shake the papparazzis off their tail.

For their stay in Rome she had booked accommodation at a bed and breakfast located not far from the city center. But seeing how the papparazzis were very stubborn and kept following them, not to mention the incident with the crazy fan girl, she wondered if maybe they should stay somewhere else. Somewhere more private and with better security.

"Sweetheart, what do you think if we stay somewhere else? Somewhere more private and with better security." He asked, as if reading her mind.

"Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing." She replied as she pulled out her cellphone from her handbag and gave it to him.

"You want me to search for the options?" He asked, accepting the cellphone from her.

"Yeah.. I'm sorry Iubirea mea, after all that happened I can't think straight. I think I'm still rather shocked."

"Okay, I'm sorry again honey for what happened." He said, gazing at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

"It's okay Iubirea mea, it's really not your fault." She smiled and he smiled back.

After browsing for options Sebastian decided to book a suite at one of the most luxurious five star hotel in Rome, Hotel de Russie. Located between the Spanish steps and Piazza del Popolo, Hotel de Russie was dubbed "paradise on earth" by French poet Jean Cocteau in 1917. And the title still rang true until today. The hotel had a stunning Mediterranean tiered Secret Garden with rose bushes, orange trees, and mature pine. It's hard not to feel like one had stepped into heaven on earth. And that was exactly what she felt as she and Sebastian finally stopped at the hotel and entered the beautiful garden.

The hotel had the option for guests to check-in at their suites, especially celebrity guests like Sebastian who had booked one of the largest suites they had on offer, the Valadier suite. So once they arrived they were immediately whisked away to their suite, away from the papparazzis who finally left them because they couldn't get into the hotel and away from prying eyes of other hotel guests.

The gentle sounds of the small waterfall flowing in the garden immediately calmed her down as they walked towards their suite. There was a beautiful courtyard in the middle of the hotel with tables and chairs set in rows where people could sit and enjoy snacks or drinks while enjoying the serene atmosphere of the hotel. Looking at the beautiful courtyard she made a mental note to ask Sebastian to visit it. But as they passed it she could see and feel people turning to look at them, some even looked at her in dislike. She changed her mind immediately and decided that she would rather stay at their suite rather than being out there and being stared at by strangers with judgmental looks on their faces.

After passing the courtyard and the garden and climbed up the stairs for several floors they finally arrived at their suite. Her eyes widened as they entered the suite. The suite had stunning views with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the Secret Garden and Pincian Hill. It also had a french balcony facing the garden. The interior was airy and bright with green and yellow color palette and decorated with contemporary yet classic style. With one huge bedroom, a living room and a marble bathroom complete with a bathtub, double showers and double washbasins, it really was the perfect place to stay after a stressful day.

As soon as they were settled in she immediately went to take a bath with Starlene, trying to clean the sticky mess the Pepsi left on her hair. While she was in the bath Sebastian ordered some room service for them. They had arrived in the afternoon, missing lunch so they were famished. There was a beautiful restaurant out at the garden, a level above the courtyard, but they decided to eat in their suite instead as they were still feeling tired and wary of getting out and being in the public eye again.

As she soaked herself in the bathtub with Starlene on her lap, her mind wandered back to all the shocking events happening that day. How with just one simple decision, the decision to visit Zac at his concert, things could snowball into something scandalous and preposterous like what they were experiencing. Her heart ached as she remembered the papparazzi shouting an insult at her. Then she could feel the coldness of the Pepsi poured on her head and how hurtful it was to see someone looking at her with so much hate and calling her a wh**e.

Her eyes pricked as she remembered the events. All the emotions she had bottled up inside since those events happened finally exploded to the surface and she cried hard. Starlene, sensing her mother's distress looked up at her and started crying too.

"Oh Starlene dear, please don't cry too." She begged as Starlene continued to cry and both mother and daughter cried in unison.

"Sweetheart, are you and Starlene okay? Can I come in?" Sebastian asked from behind the bathroom door. It was inevitable that he heard their cries. The bathroom was adjacent to the bedroom where he was lying down on the bed getting some rest.

"Come on in, Seb." She replied as she sniffled and tried hard to stop crying.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and willed herself to calm down as Sebastian opened the door and approached them.

"Honey, my darling little star, what happened?" He asked as he knelt by the bathtub and gazed at them in concern.

Starlene stopped crying as she looked at Sebastian and stretched her hands up, wanting to be picked up by him. He went to get a towel then reached down and picked Starlene up. He wrapped her gently in the towel and looked down at Y/n, who just gazed at him with tears still falling down her cheek.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" He asked again, concern filled his eyes.

"No, I'm not okay." She sighed as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Oh honey, are you still thinking about what happened?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I need some time to digest things." She sighed again.

"Tell you what, I'll put some clothes on Starlene and I'll come back for you. We can talk then, okay?" He suggested. She just nodded in response.

She stared at his back as he went out of the bathroom with Starlene. Her heart ached as negative thoughts started to enter her mind. Being married to a celebrity really was not a walk in the park like everyone thought, she sighed. She remembered how from the get go their relationship had run into obstacle after obstacle. She was reminded again on the thought she had before their wedding. It really seemed as if the universe didn't want them to be together. Was this the universe's way of literally pouring a Pepsi on her and making her stop and realize that maybe they just weren't meant to be?

Her heart went into turmoil as the thought entered her mind. Maybe it really was bad luck kissing him right before the ceremony. Maybe it really was bad luck accepting that bracelet from Sebastian's mother as the something blue she wore during her wedding. After all, her first marriage failed. She couldn't help but wonder if her marriage would end up the same way. She wasn't superstitious in the least but having all these unfortunate things happening to her and Sebastian throughout their honeymoon just might turn her into believing in it.

She was drowning in the depths of the negative thoughts when Sebastian entered the bathroom again.

"Starlene is all dry and clean. I left her in the crib. She seemed to be sleepy." He said as he went closer to her.

"Okay. Thank you, Iubirea mea." She nodded as she looked up at him.

"You're welcome, sweetheart.

Mind if I join you?" He asked, still with concern on his face.

"Of course not, Iubirea mea." She smiled but her smile didn't reach her eyes.

Sebastian took off his clothes and she scooted to the front a little as he slowly sat behind her in the bath tub. In normal circumstances looking at him in all his naked glory would immediately turn her on. But not this time. She felt a little like being outside her body as she felt Sebastian's hands gently rubbing her head and cleaning her hair. Her mind kept on replaying all the things happening to them since they got married. How absurd everything were and how they all made her doubt their relationship.

For several minutes they didn't say anything as he continued to clean her hair with some shampoo and put some conditioner on her hair as well. He took the time to also massage her head and shoulder gently, giving her some unexpected spa treatment.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He asked as his hands continued to massage her head gently.

"Conflicted." She replied.

"Oh? Conflicted about what?"

"Well, on the one hand I really want to enjoy your massage on my head and shoulder but on the other hand the negative thoughts that we're just not meant to be together keep on appearing in my mind." She sighed.

"What?! Honey, what makes you think we're not meant to be together?" He asked, dumbfounded as he paused his movements on her head.

"Well.. everything that had happened to us since we got together."

"Okay, I understand that honey, but like I said, I believe the universe is testing us to see how much we love each other and how strong our love is for one another." He said adamantly.

"You think so?" She asked, doubt in her voice. "Because the minute we made up earlier back in Paris we were immediately bombarded by another obstacle, and then the minute we arrived in Rome the same thing happened. There was not one city we visited throughout this honeymoon where we didn't experience a single obstacle, not one. Don't you find that strange?"

"Honey, all marriages face challenges."

"I know, but.. most likely not like ours. We haven't had a break since we got married, Seb. I'm.. I'm tired." She said, her bottom lip trembled as she tried hard not to cry again.

Sebastian didn't respond immediately and just wrapped her in his arms, burying his nose in her hair as she failed in her effort not to cry and she continued to sob.

"Ssshh.. sweetheart, everything is going to be okay." He said gently into her ear, trying to soothe her cries as his hands rubbed the sides of her arms gently.

His soothing words and gentle carress helped in calming her down. She stopped crying and wiped the tears from her eyes and sighed.

"Honey, we still have three more days in this honeymoon. It's not over yet. We could end it in a happy note." He said, trying to cheer her up.

"Yeah? How? I doubt we could get out without being followed by those papparazzis." She said in defeat.

"You know the hotel offers a private tour with a private car, guide and chauffeur. I bet they could arrange something so we can get out without being seen by those papparazzis. And we could just stay in the car, avoiding all the crowded places." He suggested.

"Seb, despite how tempting it is, I don't feel like going out at all." She sighed.

"Okay, I think the hotel has an indoor pool and spa. We could just stay in and relax in this place without having to go out. And there's that beautiful garden outside, we could just stroll around there. What do you think?" He asked.

"That sounds good." She finally said after giving it a thought.

"Good. I'm happy you think that. And you know, this suite is beautiful, if you don't feel like going out at all we could just stay in and make love all day." He said and she could feel his manhood twitched underneath her bottom, making her involuntarily felt turned on as well.

"I bet you love that." She said, turning around to look at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh I do. In fact we could probably start now." He said, giving her a smile as he gazed at her with hooded eyes, love and lust clear in his eyes.

She smiled and slowly turned around to face him. She sat on his lap, straddling him and stared at his gorgeous ocean blue eyes which had turned a little dark with desire. He cupped the sides of her face gently and stared at her intently.

"Y/n, sweetheart, I love you. No matter what obstacle we face, please don't give up on us, don't give up on me. I.. I don't know if I could live without you." His voice shook.

"Oh, Seb. I'm sorry for thinking all these negative thoughts." She said as she reached up and stroked his cheek gently with her thumb.

"It's okay, honey. I know it's been hard on you. I wish it was me that got all the insults. I wish it was me that got poured on by Pepsi. I wish I could save you from all the pain and humiliation."

"Iubirea mea, it's okay. I'm happy you punched that papparazzi and stood up for me. And.. well.. I do appreciate you saying how you would stop interacting with your fans again." She responded.

"And I'm serious with that, honey."

"And I appreciate it, really." She smiled.

"Good, maybe you could show me more appreciation then?" He asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

She just smiled and nodded as he leaned closer to her and their lips finally met.

They ended up doing make up sex in the bath tub, which felt completely different yet amazing for her. Being in a fight with him before and having thoughts of leaving him made her more desperate as they made love. They did it gently yet with a sense of urgency as they realized how precious it was to be able to be together again the way they used to after they faced the threat of not being able to be together again.

"I love you so much, sweetheart." He whispered after they reached their peak together.

"I love you so much too, Iubirea mea." She whispered back as she put her forehead on his and basked in the glorious aftermath of their love making.

They held on to each other tight, giving each other the love and power they needed to face the next obstacles that they surely were going to face.

---

News of Sebastian punching the papparazzi in the face and Y/n being poured Pepsi on the head by a jealous fan girl spread like wild fire. It was only a matter of time until Emma finally contacted them.

They were in the living room watching some TV while cuddling on the sofa that night when her cellphone rang. She picked it up from the coffee table in front of her and saw Emma's name on the screen.

"Who is it, honey?" Sebastian asked.

"It's Emma." She replied.

"Give it to me. I bet she wants to talk to me." He said, extending his hand to her.

She gave her cellphone to him and stood up.

"Hello." Sebastian answered the call while she went to the bedroom to check on Starlene.

Starlene was sleeping soundly in the crib, much to her relief so she went back to the living room and found Sebastian looking distraught as he listened to whatever Emma had to say.

"That's stupid. I was just standing up for my wife! Everyone heard what that a**hole was saying! You heard it didn't you? Isn't there a single video out there showing the dumba** calling her a sl*t?!" He asked, disbelief written clearly on his face.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she listened to him. He seemed to be in trouble over punching the papparazzi.

She sat down next to him and put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in encouragement.

"What?! No, no.. I'm not going back there! I'm still on my honeymoon, Emma! We just want several days in peace! Can't we just hire someone to represent me there? I'm sure Kenneth have a colleague in Paris who can represent me." He pleaded.

His eyebrows furrowed in anger as he continued to listen to Emma. Y/n could only stare at him with dread in the pit of her stomach, hoping whatever happened was not as bad as she thought.

"Yes, please just do that. I can't leave her again.. I.. well that's just a nightmare for us. No, if you could please just have someone represent us there, that would be great. Thank you, Emma." He said, calm slowly written on his face. But the calmness lasted for only a second as he suddenly stood up and strong curses left his mouth, startling her.

He paced the room and brushed his hair in agitation as he continued to listen to Emma.

"Is that so? They are concerned about their f*****g image?! What about my well being? What about Y/n's well being? We just want to enjoy several days in peace, Emma. You have no idea the hell we've been through." He protested.

He froze on the spot as he listened to Emma and after a while he finally said.

"Fine.. what do they want? A clarification? A pap walk? I'm not doing interviews. Not until we get back." He said as he started to pace the room again.

"No, I don't even have a phone. And after what that stupid fan did to her, I'm contemplating on leaving Instagram. They don't deserve me after what they've done." He said with hatred.

He took a deep breath and sighed.

"Yeah.. okay, I'll reconsider. But for now I'm not.. well.. okay, that makes sense, yeah. Fine, I'll do that. But do we still have to do the f*****g pap walk?" He asked in distress.

"Okay, I'll ask her. Yeah. Later Emma." He said and he finally hung up.

He took a deep breath and looked at her who was staring at him from the sofa.

"What happened, Seb?" She asked gently.

He walked closer to her, put the cellphone on a coffee table and sat next to her.

"Two things, honey. Emma said the stupid papparazzi pressed charges on me for punching him. He asked for compensation and a public apology and there's a trial for the case in Paris that we should attend.. "

"What?! How dare he?!" She exclaimed in disbelief.

"I know! I can't believe he had the audacity to do that. But I asked Emma to ask Kenneth if he had a colleague who could represent us there. So we don't have to go to the stupid trial." He said, reaching out to squeeze her hand in his.

"Okay. I really hope he has someone. I don't want to go back for the trial." She said.

"Me neither, honey."

"So, what's the second thing?" She asked, bracing herself for the worse.

"Marvel contacted Emma saying they're concerned after seeing the footage of me punching that stupid papparazzi. And they're also concerned about the scandal surrounding our marriage and asked for some clarification from us." He sighed.

"Oh, that doesn't sound so bad, Iubirea mea." She responded.

"Yeah well, the thing is, because of all the bad talks surrounding me they're considering of letting me go and cast someone else as Bucky for the Thunderbolts."

"What?! That's just stupid and unacceptable!" She couldn't help but raise her voice in anger.

"Yeah.. I don't know. They've been weird ever since Disney changed their CEO and Stan Lee died." He shrugged.

"I bet Kevin has nothing to do with this. I have a hard time believing it if he does. He has been so nice to you." She said, referring to Kevin Feige, the head of Marvel Studios.

"Yeah.. I don't know. It's disappointing really. Anyway, because of this, they're pushing for me to do something to change the narrative and clarify everything to make a better public perception of me otherwise they really are going to let me go." He sighed.

"Oh Seb.. I'm really sorry to hear that." She said, reaching out to squeeze his hand.

"Thanks honey. Emma said the simplest thing for me to do is to make a statement on Instagram and then to do a pap walk with you, showing the world that we're okay." He said, looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

She sighed. A pap walk. Just when she wanted to stay out of the public eye she was forced to show herself into the world. How cruel the universe really was to her.

"I know that you prefer not to do that. But.. I.. I'm sorry to say this, honey, but I don't have a choice. So I would be very happy if you agree on doing a pap walk. It's for our own good too." He pleaded.

She didn't respond immediately and just stared at him, contemplating the options. To be honest she just wanted to go home and shut herself in her room and not come out for days, maybe months.

"Seb, the papparazzis already took a lot of pictures of us back in Paris and earlier today. I'm sure they clearly showed that we're okay. Can't they just use those to proof we're okay?" She asked.

"They're not enough, honey. And my team don't have control and rights over those pictures. We need new ones within their control." He explained dejectedly.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really hate dragging you into this. I really really am." He said, his head hung.

"But you don't have a choice." She stated coldly.

"Yeah.. I'm sorry, sweetheart." He said in regret.

"Seb, can't we just do the pap walk once we get back? Honestly I'm exhausted. I just.. I just want to relax for several days." She pleaded.

"I know and I'm sorry honey. But you know Thunderbolts starts shooting early next month and we're all pressed for time. I hope you can understand that." He said, squeezing her hand back and giving her puppy dog eyes.

She took a deep breath and let it go. As much as she hated it, her marriage to him really came with a price. A price she wondered if she was willing to continue to pay. But as she gazed at his puppy dog eyes and felt his warm hand on hers, she was reminded of how much she loved him and how she couldn't just leave him in his time of need.

"Fine, let's do the pap walk." She finally said with a heavy heart.

His face brightened immediately and he reached over and gave her a tight hug.

"You really are the best wife in the world, honey. I really don't deserve you." He said as they broke apart.

He cupped the sides of her face with his hands and peppered kisses on her face, making her smile.

"I.. love.. you.. so.. much.. my.. honey.. bunny.. sweetie...pie.. beautiful.. queen." He said as he placed kiss after kiss on her face, making her heart swell with love.

"I love you too, Iubirea mea." She smiled and their lips finally met.

As they continued kissing she made a silent prayer in her heart that the pap walk would go well and wouldn't take too much of their time. And she also hoped the trial in Paris goes well for them and they didn't need to attend it.

She couldn't wait for the honeymoon to be over and to just come home.

Unfortunately her prayers were once again not granted.

The minute they went out of the hotel the next day to do the pap walk, they were bombarded again by the papparazzis. They had planned on just doing a short walk to the Spanish Steps and have their pictures taken there but there were so many papparazzis that they found it hard to walk around. And worse of all they kept shouting questions at them and some even hurled insults at them again. Sebastian tried to keep his cool but she knew it was really hard for him. His jaw clenched several times and he balled his fists as if ready to attack anyone who dared to insult them again. But of course he didn't dare to attack anyone again knowing his job was on the line and trying to avoid getting himself sued again.

The walk lasted barely an hour and they were just about to enter the hotel when someone sneaked closer to them and threw an egg on her head! She turned around and found a girl looking deranged shouting insults at her.

"You don't deserve him you sl*t! Just leave him and do us all a favor and stop with all these fakery!" She yelled.

Before she could respond the girl was forcefully whisked away by the hotel security, leaving her on the spot with eggs dripping on her head.

Flashes of light from the papparazzis' cameras continued to blind her as Sebastian immediately put his arms around her and guided her into the hotel. All the while she just felt numb inside.

But the minute they entered their suite she broke down and cried. Sebastian picked Starlene off from her arms and guided her to come to the bedroom. He put Starlene in her crib while she went to the bathroom.

She stopped in front of the sink and started to clean the eggs from her head with tears still streaming down her face.

"Here honey, let me help you." Sebastian said gently as he stood behind her and started to help clean her hair with some water from the sink.

Once her head was clean enough she slid down on the floor and just cried her heart out. Sebastian embraced her tight and let her cry on his shoulder.

"What did I do? Why all the hate?" She croaked in between her sobs.

"You didn't do anything, honey. It's not your fault. Those fan girls are just crazy. I'm really really sorry, sweetheart." He said as he rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her.

"Let's just go home. I just want to go home." She pleaded, her voice shook.

He nodded and kissed her forehead gently, prompting her to continue to cry.

Her dignity was shattered that day. Her confidence broke into a million pieces and scattered into the wind. She didn't know if she could recover from this. She didn't know if she could continue to sacrifice herself for him. And that thought broke her even more apart.

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She stared at Sebastian's smiling face the next day as they sat across the aisle from each other on the first class airplane back to New York.

He reached his hand out to hers and she extended her hand to his. He squeezed her hand tight and mouthed 'I love you', she smiled and mouthed back 'I love you'. But her heart continued to bleed inside as she contemplated to make one of the hardest decisions of her life. A decision that could break her and him and change everything.

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A/N: For the record, I didn't write this chapter to intentionally offend anyone. What I wrote was just for story purposes and in no way conveyed what I think about us Seb fans in general. I know there are much more respectful and sane Seb fans out there rather than the crazy ones. And even the crazy ones aren't as crazy as those I wrote in this chapter. I hope you guys can understand that 🙏🙏🙏

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