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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years ago

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Thinking of You

(yes I’m aware, I have zero creativity title wise, I’m sorry, I promise to do better next time 😂)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Word count: 2.4k (rated G)

Notes: Sebastian’s on the set of A Different Man, when he sees Chris’s interview. Yes, the one in which he talks about being laser focused on finding a partner. He can’t stop thinking about it, what it means, what wasn’t meant to be. Then Chris texts him about his new project, and instead of texting back, Sebastian decides to pick up the phone & call him instead… A disgustingly sweet fic like you should be used to by now from me 😂

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He’s sitting in his trailer with an iced latte, trying to find a way to relax a little, trying to get away from the blistering heat in between scene set ups. It’s only the second week, but Sebastian is enjoying working in New York, being home for a job, even if the hot weather is making it a little rough. He’s used to much worse, he thinks, long days in the oppressive Atlanta heat with a metal arm and the winter soldier uniform coming to mind. He stops those thoughts there, or at least tries to. He doesn’t want to let everything else that shooting in Atlanta came with, or actually, who else that came with, take over his mind too much. Especially not when he’s working and needs to stay focused.

He picks up his phone, just answers a few quick texts and opens Instagram to mindlessly scroll for a little bit. He stops when he sees a photo of Chris, what must have been on set for The Gray Man. He’s laughing in the photo, eyes closed, arm reached out and hand leaning on his co-star’s shoulder. Sebastian can practically hear that laugh, the booming sound of it. He used to live for being the one to make him laugh like that, and it would always make him smile in return. He doesn’t know how anyone could not, really. It’s his favorite sound in the world. Or maybe his second, after the way Chris used to say his name, the soft way he’d call him Seb, all the time, even if he was really talking about Bucky.

He misses him so damn much. It’s partly his fault that they don’t talk much anymore, save for the few texts on birthdays or for big life events. Chris had texted him to congratulate him on his Emmy nomination last week, and it had been so sweet and genuine, just… so very Chris. But Sebastian still hasn’t responded to it, not knowing what to say. He’s worried he’s gonna say the wrong thing, not sound as grateful as he’d felt when he’d read the text or maybe worse, sounding too eager and let all his feelings spill over into what really should be a simple message.

It’s different now, knowing there’s not gonna be a project for them to do together right around the corner. He doesn’t know how to interact with Chris anymore really, not now that boundary of having to stay professional because they’re working together doesn’t exist anymore. It had been the only thing that stopped him before. The one thing he kept telling himself when he was so close to just, blurting out how he felt about Chris. So now, he doesn’t know what to do or say. So he just keeps his distance.

But these past few weeks have been rough, because really, Chris is everywhere. Promoting two movies back to back makes it impossible to avoid any of those thoughts, the way he longs for him, wishes things had been different. He stares at the photo for a long time. Then he does something he’ll probably regret, and clicks the tab of “tagged” photos.

He tells himself it won’t do any harm, it’s just to see how people are reacting to his projects, see what Chris looks like doing all this press. If he doesn’t look too tired or anxious. Because Sebastian knows all too well how difficult Chris finds doing interview after interview and being up on stage, scrutinized and being asked the same questions over and over again that usually reduce his hard work to whatever works as click-bait.

He scrolls through the tagged post and almost feels overwhelmed. Chris looks so confident in all of them, his clothing only adding to it - making it worse. He looks absolutely amazing, tattoos peeking out of colorful shirts that shouldn’t work for anyone, but look like a dream on Chris. Sebastian almost wants to click out of the app when he sees it. It’s a Buzzfeed post, a photo of Chris in a blue suit and written across it is ‘Attention: Chris Evans is “laser focused on finding a partner”’. He swallows. He knows he shouldn’t. But he clicks the post anyway.

“It’s about trying to find someone that you're looking to spend your life with", the photo is captioned with. Sebastian closes his eyes. Oh what he wouldn’t give to be that person. For that to even be a possibility. He chuckles self-deprecatingly. Of course he isn’t going to be that person. And he’s hardly the only person in the world that wishes it could be them Chris would want to spend his life with.

Against his better judgement, and knowing the aching feelings in his heart this will cause him, hearing Chris’s voice, seeing him talk about a topic like this in particular, Sebastian goes to find the interview. He breathes in deep before pressing play.

When it’s done playing, there are tears in his eyes. Chris looked like he was doubting himself, whether he should share something like this or not, the struggle clear on his face. His voice so soft and genuine, the bravery in opening up like this, even if he must know most people won’t take a moment to really think about how hard it must be to share something so personal…Sebastian isn’t even thinking about himself anymore, what he had wanted for himself, he just wants all of that for Chris, no matter who it’s with.

Chris has the biggest heart, so much love to give, and he’s clearly aching to find a person he can have that with, a person he can have a real partnership with. Sebastian wants that for him. Even if it breaks his heart into little pieces to see him have that with someone else. If anyone deserves it it’s Chris. He can’t believe there isn’t anyone that has been able to be that for him, no one that’s really seen him for all that he is, has been able to give him that. He watches the video again, looks at Chris’s tired eyes. He tries not to think about the fact that Chris keeps repeating the word partner, doesn’t ever say wife or woman. He knows better than that. It doesn’t mean anything.

Someone knocks on his trailer door and he knows he needs to take a second to recollect himself, somehow find a way to focus on the job and not thoughts of Chris, feelings of heartache and jealousy and desperate want. He doesn’t think he’s all that successful. But at the end of the day people clap him on his shoulder for a job well done, and he still goes home with all of those thoughts running through his mind, almost blurring the rest of the world around him.

When he gets home, he takes a quick shower before dropping down on the couch with some take out. He’s only taken one bite when his phone buzzes. He glances at the text, thinking he’ll answer it later, but then he sees the name lighting up the screen. Chris.

He lets his fork clatter to the ground, salad dressing getting on his clothes and the couch, but he pays it no mind. He picks up his phone and opens the text.

Chris: “Saw some of those photos of your new project! Looks amazing, although I feel like your character has some very interest clothing choices… all looks pretty familiar to me 😉”, it reads.

He stares at the text for a couple of minutes, his breathing speeding up. Why is Chris looking at photos of him on set? Where did he even find them? Sebastian hasn’t shared any himself apart from the one on the steps - and that one certainly didn’t have him in the clothes he knows Chris is referring to. It gives him feelings of hope he knows are ridiculous. Thinking that maybe Chris misses him too, and checks up on him even if they don’t check in with each other. Before he even knows what he’s doing, he’s pressed the call button.

“Seb? I mean, hi! Are you really calling me to say you’re not stealing some outfit choices from me?”, Chris’s voice sounds, soft and amused, tinged with fondness. Sebastian thinks he can’t breathe. “Seb? Are you there?, Chris says after a couple of seconds have passed, shocking Sebastian out of his frozen state.

He still doesn’t know what to say, but he’s the one that called Chris, and he’s been silent for too long. “Oh hey, yeah hi, I’m here. And no I’m not calling for that”, he chuckles, “I just wanted to call you and thank you for your message about the Emmy’s earlier, I can’t believe I didn’t do that yet. That was so nice of you, honestly, you didn’t need to do that.”

It’s silent on the other side of the line for a little. “Of course I did, are you kidding me? You deserve this so much Seb, I’m so glad people are seeing what I’ve been seeing all along, how wonderful you are and how great an actor you are. You deserve all of it”, Chris says, sounding almost reverent and a little like he can’t believe Sebastian doesn’t see that.

“Well uhhm, I- thank you, I’m not sure about that but yeah, that’s…yeah thank you Chris.”, he manages to stumble out, trying to not think to much about how Chris thinks he’s wonderful.

He hears Chris sigh. “Of course you do, I’m definitely sure about that. Please, just, believe me, you do.”

Sebastian can’t help but chuckle, just able to imagine the face must be pulling right now, both fond and a little exasperated. “Okay okay, thank you, I won’t doubt myself again”.

He can hear the smile on Chris’s face when he says “Good. You shouldn’t.”

Neither of them speaks for a moment, and it’s almost awkward. Sebastian hates it, he doesn’t ever want things to be awkward between them, even if he knows he’s to blame for most of it.

“I’ve been…”, he starts off haltingly, “I’ve seen some of the press you’ve been doing for your movie. You look- it sounds great, can’t wait to see it.” God, if he could sink through his couch all the way through the floor to let it swallow him whole right about now, he’d be so grateful.

“Oh. Thanks.”, Chris says, and then he’s quiet again. But before Sebastian can speak up again, make up for the fact that he’s made it even more awkward, Chris continues. “How-which interviews exactly have you seen?”, Chris asks, and Sebastian would almost think he sounds nervous, even if he couldn’t think of a reason why he would be.

“Oh just a couple”, he says, trying for casual and knowing he’s probably failing, “don’t really know which particular outlets.”

He hears Chris take a deep breath. When he speaks up again, Sebastian almost can’t believe how quiet and - now undeniably - nervous he sounds. “So you’ve seen it. I…I shouldn’t have said it really, I just thought I was being genuine and it’s become this whole thing and I’m… I don’t know what to do really.”

Sebastian feels his heart start to beat rapidly, how he’s starting to feel tense all over. He can’t ignore this, he has to respond to this, can’t just leave Chris hanging when he’s clearly upset about it. He just doesn’t know how.

“I…you were being genuine”, he whispers eventually, “it was…it’s so brave, being this open and vulnerable. And I…” he swallows and decides to just go for it. “Chris, I just want you to know…I want you to know I hope you find that find that person, because you deserve that. You deserve it so much.”

He knows his voice breaks on that last part, that he can’t pretend it didn’t, that this doesn’t mean anything to him. He just hopes Chris can let it slide, takes it as him just trying to be good friend. He closes his eyes and waits for the worst, for it to become awkward and for Chris to think he’s being weird and laughing about it, even if he knows better than to expect that.

After the longest couple of seconds of silence in Sebastian’s life, Chris finally speaks again. “I… Seb…you-”, he trails off, breathes in deep again, and Sebastian hears a frustrated noise coming over the line. “You know what, I… I’m getting older, I’m 41 now, I can’t just keep thinking of the things that could go wrong, the what ifs, how people would look at me. How you would look at me, if I’m getting this all wrong, as much as it would hurt me, you know? I just can’t live like that anymore, with the not knowing. It’s too much Seb, just too much”

Sebastian thinks he’s lost the ability to breathe completely, let alone the ability to speak, but he still gets out the words: “what- what are you saying?”, even if it’s almost on an inaudible whisper.

“I’m saying that…fuck. I’m saying that I think I already found that person, that I’ve been too scared to even consider it, to even mention it, let alone pursue it. That I’m so over it. I can’t…”

Sebastian’s heart drops to his stomach. He doesn’t want to let go of the small kernel of hope that had been blooming inside him just a minute ago, but… Chris is saying he’s found that person already, and it can’t be him. He feels so stupid for even thinking that, how could he be so-

“I can’t keep it to myself anymore, wonder about the what ifs”, Chris continues, “and maybe you’ll hate me for it, maybe you never want to speak to me again, but I’m just hoping…I’m hoping you feel the same. That I’ve not just been imagining this all this time. Because it’s you Seb. It has always been you.”

He feels frozen, completely in shock, until he hears his name in Chris’s worried voice. Tears start running down his face.

“Please Seb, say something, anything, I…”, Chris continues, but Sebastian manages to get himself together enough to respond, because that’s what Chris deserves. He deserves everything, and Sebastian feels like he’s flying, feels so light and happy and overcome knowing he might get the chance to give him some of that, any of that.

“It’s always been you for me too”, he says, smiling so brightly through the tears, he thinks, he hopes, Chris must feel it through the phone. He thinks he does, by the soft, awed whispered “Seb” he gets in response.

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sebstanaddict · 3 years ago

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Always You

Chapter 13 - The Master Beta

Summary : A love story chronicling the love and life of Sebastian Stan and Female!Reader. Inspired by Sebastian Stan's recent love life.

In this chapter we get to know Ana, Seb's PR girlfriend better and also we visit the set of Pam and Tommy and meet Lily 😉

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters: 13 / 22

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Warning : substance use, angst, jealousy

Word count : 6.2k

Los Angeles, California - July 2021

"Come on Merida, hurry up.. " Ana grabbed Merida's hand and pulled her to walk faster as they walked in the dark alley toward the light in front of them.

"These heels are killing me, Ana. Slow down." Merida complained.

"Who asked you to wear heels.. I told you we were going on an important mission." Ana huffed.

"I thought when you said mission we were going clubbing, Ana.." Merida said, wincing as she felt her little toe scraped to the front of her stilettos painfully.

"How can you be so stupid, Merida? I wonder why I keep hanging out with you." Ana shook her head in disbelief. Merida felt her heart ached as she listened to her best friend insulting her. She herself wondered why she kept hanging out with Ana.

She and Ana had been best friends since they were in elementary school. They connected over playing with Barbies when they were in first grade back in Madrid. Ana's bubbly and happy-go-lucky personality complemented Merida's shy and reserved nature. Even though they were as different as fire and water, they were inseparable. Ana had been there for Merida when her mother died. Ana's happy personality helped her cope with the loss of her mother. She was also there for Merida when she had a hard time after her father remarried and brought home another child, her step brother. Merida was also there for Ana whenever Ana was having a bad day.

As they grew older though, their personalities changed and Merida found it harder to keep hanging out and supporting Ana. Ana was a spoiled child. Having been born into a rich family, she didn't have to work to get whatever she needed. Her parents had set up her finances for life. She didn't have to lift a finger and she could still get anything and everything she wanted. This made her turn into a selfish person who almost didn't have any empathy, as she was used to having her way in everything. Meanwhile Merida wasn't so lucky. She still needed to work like everybody else. But she was grateful that her work still allowed her to travel and be flexible with her time. She was a certified Astrologer. Her work consisted of giving consultations to people and helping them with their problems using Astrology as guidance.

Ana was born to have a beautiful face and body, so she worked as a model and an actress. But she was never serious about it. She just did it for the fun of it. That is until one day she had a huge fight with her mother. Her mother complained to her about her stagnant career. She wanted Ana to still take her acting and modelling career seriously even though she didn't need the money, to the point that she threatened Ana to take her trust fund money from her if she didn't get off her butt and work. Scared of the possibility of losing her comfortable life, she finally started to work more seriously. She signed up to an agency that promised her that she would get jobs by having PR relationships with other talents. She had done another PR relationship in Spain before signing on to do one with Sebastian. It didn't end well. Neither she nor the actor with whom she did the PR relationship got anything other than bad press from the relationship. Not that it wasn't her fault. It was, she just didn't want to admit it.

Ana didn't want to fail another PR relationship. She needed to get a job. But her lazy yet ambitious personality got in her way. She saw how rich Sebastian was. He wasn't just handsome and talented. She thought she could probably seduce him. If he fell in love with her, she could just enjoy her life as a rich and famous Hollywood actor's wife. She wouldn't need to work. She wouldn't need her trust fund money. And so her goals in her PR relationship with Sebastian changed. She wanted no more jobs, she needed no more fame, she just wanted him.

She had tried to seduce him multiple times but he was just not interested. In front of the cameras and the public he acted like a doting boyfriend. He even posted a tribute video for her on her birthday on his Instagram account, breaking the hearts of many of his fans. Whenever Ana took a video or picture of him with her phone he also acted accordingly. But it was like there was a switch in his head. Once the cameras were off or once they were out of the public eye, he immediately turned cold toward her. He only talked to her or interacted with her if necessary. When they had to stay in a house or apartment together, whether it was in NYC or some other city where he was filming, he always requested to stay in a different room than her. He was making it hard for her to make him fall in love with her.

Despite his cold attitude toward her, Ana couldn't help but harbor feelings for him. He was handsome, funny, talented and kind. Ana fell in love with him. And so when he was filming Pam and Tommy in LA, she got jealous of Lily James, Sebastian's costar. They seemed too cozy with each other, she thought. If she couldn't have him, then no one could. She needed an insurance. Something to make sure he wouldn't be with someone else other than her. Yes, the contract specifically said neither of them could have a relationship outside of theirs. But there was no guarantee that he had really put up the end of his bargain. For all she knew he could be close to some other girl without her knowledge. She needed something else other than the contract to make sure he adhered to the contract. She even thought that maybe she could stay with him beyond the contract. Work out something so they could have maybe an arranged marriage. She found it hard to believe that he would forever stay cold at her. At some point in their relationship, she hoped he would be nice to her and maybe like her too. And that was exactly what motivated her to make an appointment with that man that night, in a dingy bar in LA.

"Hold it. Where are you girls going?" Ana and Merida had just reached the end of the aisle, where a door to a shady bar could be found. A big burly security guard blocked their entrance.

"We're here to see Pete." Ana said confidently.

The security guard checked them from head to toe and raised his eyebrows.

"Password." he said slowly.

"Umm..Cats is a great musical.." Ana said slowly.

The security guard nodded, and then stepped sideways, allowing them entry into the bar.

Sighing in relief, both girls quickly went into the bar with Ana leading the way. The bar was dimly lit. They were greeted by the smell of smoke coming from many people who were smoking in there. The bar wasn't big and there weren't many people in there. When they got in they immediately attracted the eyes of many of the patrons, who were mostly shady men.

"Ana.. I don't feel so good about this." Merida said as she looked around. Her hand held Ana's hand tightly.

"Don't worry, I have pepper sprays. We'll be fine. Come on." Ana said, leading Merida to the bar.

When they reached the bar, the bartender, a black guy with braided hair approached them.

"What can I get you girls?" he asked, eyeing them from head to toe.

"Virgin bloody mary for me, thanks. What do you want Merida?" Ana asked as she sat on the stool on the bar.

Merida took a seat next to Ana and said, "I'll just have water, thanks."

The bartender nodded and started to make their order. Moments later he put their orders in front of them.

"You girls don't seem to be from around here." he said.

"No, we're here to see Pete. Can you tell us where to find him?" Ana asked after sipping her virgin bloody mary.

"Pete huh?" he beckoned his head toward one of the booths behind them. "He's the bald guy wearing the blue shirt."

"Oh okay. Thank you." Ana said. She gulped the whole glass of the virgin bloody mary in one go and then put some money on the table. She then stood up and grabbed Merida's hand. Merida stood up with her and they walked carefully toward Pete.

"Are you Pete?" Ana asked, stopping in front of Pete.

Pete was smoking and drinking some beer alone when the girls approached him.

"Are you Ana?" he asked.

"Yes." Ana responded.

"Have a seat." Pete said, beckoning for the girls to sit in the booth in front of him.

Pete put something on the table in front of them as soon as they sat down. It was a small plastic ziploc bag filled with grey-brown powder. Ana picked it up and opened it. She sniffed it and scrunched her nose. Whatever it was didn't smell very good.

"Can this be mixed with a drink and still work?" Ana asked.

"Of course. Mix it in coffee or tea to hide the smell." Pete said.

"How much should I use for one person?" Ana asked.

"Just a pinch. More than that the effect would last longer and stronger." Pete said.

"Okay. Thank you." Ana opened her purse, pulled out an envelope, and slid it onto the table toward Pete. Pete opened it, checked the contents, and nodded.

"Nice doing business with you Miss Ana." he said, extending his hand. Ana just nodded.

"If you girls are not in a hurry, I can do with some company." Pete winked.

"No thanks, we have an appointment somewhere else." Ana said.

"Oh..that's too bad. Well, you know where to find me if you ever need more." he winked at them.

"Yeah, thanks." Ana said, standing up.

Having gotten what they were there for, Ana and Merida quickly went out of the bar amid the stares of the shady patrons of the bar.

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Sebastian watched as Lily wrecked the paparazzi's car, hitting the front window of the car repeatedly with a stick, with so much anger and frustration. She was amazing as Pamela Anderson. He admired how dedicated she was to the role. He couldn't imagine acting opposite someone else in that TV series. She was perfect as Pam.

Once the paparazzi's car left and Lily as Pam was left alone, screaming at the paparazzi and crying, he walked toward her. He reached out to her, hugged her and kissed her. Then he picked her up and carried her back toward their car. His face as distraught as Lily's. She was crying and sobbing on his shoulder as he carried her.

"Cut!" he suddenly heard Lake Bell the director shout.

He put Lily down and hugged her briefly.

"That was amazing, Lily!" he complimented her, looking at her face while holding both her shoulders with his hands.

"Thank you, Sebastian." Lily smiled and sniffled. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. She really was crying.

"Are you okay?" he asked in concern.

"Yeah.. I'm okay.. just need a minute." she said, taking a deep breath.

"Okay. Come on, let's ask Lake what she thinks of it." he said, guiding Lily by the shoulder toward the camera crew and Lake.

"Lake, hey.. So what do you think?" Sebastian asked, standing next to Lake as she reviewed the scene on the camera's screen.

"I think we got it! Great job you two." She said to Sebastian and Lily, smiling at both of them.

"Great! That's some sick angle you had for the scene." he commented, complimenting Lake back.

"Thanks, Sebastian." she smiled at him. "Well that's a wrap for today. I'll see you both first thing in the morning tomorrow." she continued.

"Okay. Thank you so much Lake." Lily said and she hugged her.

"Thank you Lily! You killed it!!!" Lake said excitedly.

Lily just smiled. She and Sebastian then left the set and headed towards their trailers to change. As they walked nearer to their trailers they bumped into Ana and Merida, who brought some drinks for them.

"Seb! Lily! We were just going to go to set to see you guys." Ana said, smiling brightly at the two of them.

"Oh yeah, we're done for today." Sebastian said, eyeing Ana suspiciously. She was overly friendly, which was weird.

"Okay cool. I..uh..was just at Starbucks and thought to buy you guys some drinks. Here's an iced matcha latte for you, Seb, with almond milk of course." Ana said, giving Sebastian a plastic cup filled with light green liquid and ice.

"And this is an iced caramel latte for you Lily." Ana said, giving Lily another plastic cup filled with light brown liquid and ice.

"Oh thank you Ana. That's so thoughtful of you." Lily said, taking a sip.

"Mmm.. this is good. Just what I needed." she continued, nodding her head.

"Great!" Ana said, smiling brightly at them.

They then continued to walk toward their trailers. Lily's and Sebastian's trailers were parked next to each other. They bid each other goodbye and went inside their respective trailers. Ana and Merida followed Sebastian into his trailer.

"Ana I'm sorry, I'm so tired. Do you mind not disturbing me? I need some time alone." Sebastian said as he sat on a seat in front of the dressing table. He sipped the matcha latte Ana gave him, then leaned back on the chair. It was quite an intense scene that they just filmed. He needed some time alone to unwind and get the intense emotions out of him. He was also tired and sleep deprived. Having Ana around wasn't going to help him.

"Oh of course, Seb. Just call me when you're ready to go back to the house." Ana said, referring to a house they were staying in during the course of filming Pam and Tommy in LA.

"Yeah, of course." He said, taking more sips of the matcha latte.

Ana and Merida left the trailer, leaving him alone. He put down the matcha latte on the dressing table, stood up, pulled the t-shirt he was wearing off and put on his own shirt which was left in the wardrobe. He then took off his jeans and changed into his own pants. Just when he was done, he suddenly felt woozy. Everything around him went black. He lost his sense of space and time. He tried to hold on to something in order not to fall off but he failed and fell. He fell from a moving train down into a canyon. As he looked up he saw Steve Rogers, extending his hand toward him and screaming "Bucky!" What? He couldn't believe his eyes and ears. Was he dreaming? His body fell onto something hard and suddenly he could see clearly again. He was laying down on the floor of his trailer. The back of his head hurt. He had bumped it onto the floor when he fell down. What the hell was that? He thought, dumbfounded. He suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Sebastian, can I come in?" It was Lily at the door.

"Uh..yeah.. Lily.. hold on." He said as he got up slowly.

He walked to the door rubbing the back of his head. He felt a bruise coming on the back of his head. Shaking his head as he tried to ease the pain, he opened the door of his trailer and saw Lily. She was already out of her wig and was wearing her own clothes.

"Hey Lily, what's going on?" he greeted her.

"Hey Sebastian, Ana said you were looking for me?" she asked.

"Oh.. umm.. I don't think so. She must have been mistaken." he said in confusion.

"Oh.. okay.." Lily said, confused as well.

"Well, now that I'm here.. I was just thinking about the scene we're going to do tomorrow. I'm.. a little bit nervous about it. I wonder if we can maybe go through with it one more time before we head back home?" She asked.

"Of course! Come on in." He opened the door wider and let Lily in.

She went in, bringing a script in one hand and the caramel latte Ana gave her earlier in the other hand.

"So.. where do you want to start?" Sebastian asked, sitting down on a seat in front of the dressing table as Lily sat on a seat in front of him.

She took a sip of the caramel latte she was holding, put it down on the table then flipped the script.

"Let's start from this part." She said, pointing to a line in the script to Sebastian. He took a look at it then nodded.

"Okay, whenever you're ready. But wait.. " He said, picking up his matcha latte and took several gulps. He felt strangely parched and it was the only drink available at that moment. He didn't have a choice.

"Alright, I'm ready." He said as he put the matcha latte down.

"Okay." Lily said, taking a deep breath.

"You don't seem to understand what a big deal this is to me.." Lily started saying her lines, her voice shook, her hand gestured in front of her in frustration.

"It's not a big deal to me? I'm on that tape just the same as you.." Sebastian said, his brows furrowed as he looked incredulously at Lily as Pam.

"But this is worse for me..way worse.." Lily said.

"How is this worse for you? Why? Cause of your big career?" Sebastian asked as Tommy.

"What?! Tommy, it's not because of my big career! It's because I'm a woman!" She shouted in frustration.

"People are gonna think you're cool for this.." she continued, shaking her head. "Tommy..They'll be high fiving you in the street.. me? I'm gonna be looked up like a slut by the whole world." She nodded, her face turned into a frown.

"Ridicilous.." Sebastian responded, picking up the matcha latte on the table and took a sip, pretending it was a beer he was supposed to drink on the scene.

"Not ridicilous.. you don't know.. you have no idea.. you never have to f*****g deal with this stuff!" she said in frustration.

"It's not like it's anything they've never seen before." Sebastian shrugged, rolling his eyes.

"What did you say?" She asked in disbelief, her eyes wide as she stared at him in shock and hurt.

"What the f**k did you just say?!" She shouted at him in anger.

"I'm sorry..that came out wrong.." he said, shrugging.

She took a deep breath and said

"Leave.."

"What?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"Leave this f*****g room..right now.." she said, seething with anger.

"Pamela.." he trailed.

"Leave this f*****g room!" She yelled.

"Get the f**k out!" She screamed, using her hand to gesture for Tommy to leave.

"That was good!" Sebastian said, breaking out of his character, smiling at Lily.

"Yeah? You think so? You don't think it was over the top? Or should I raise my voice more? Especially at the end?" She asked.

"No..I think that was perfect." He responded.

Lily took a deep breath. "Great!" She then took a sip of the caramel latte and leaned back on the chair, trying to reduce the tension from her body. Acting as Pamela had been quite nerve wrecking and emotionally draining for her. She loved it but she couldn't wait for it to be done.

"Can't believe we're wrapping up filming in two weeks." Lily said.

"Yeah.. It's been quite a journey hasn't it?" Sebastian said, laughing. "I can't wait to get these prosthetics off me.. and the tattoos as well." he continued, referring to the numerous fake tattoos and prosthetic nipples with piercings he had on his body.

"It's the teeth for me.. I hate it.." Lily said, making Sebastian laugh.

Suddenly everything went black around them. Sebastian felt it again, a complete loss of sense of space and time. It felt like he was flying, and suddenly he fell from above and landed on his feet in front of a door. A very familiar door. Y/n's door. He looked around in confusion. There was a suitcase and a backpack next to him as well as a Harrods shopping bag. He looked down at himself and saw what he was wearing. He was wearing a shirt he remembered he had turned into a rag to clean the kitchen with. A shirt from back when he was in college. Was he back at 'that' time? He gasped in realization. He decided to knock at the door and see what happens. He knocked at the door and called y/n.

"Y/n! Are you home? It's me.." he said.

Moments later the door opened, and there she was, the girl who could always make his stomach flutter with butterflies. The girl who could always uplift his spirit just by smiling at him.

"Seb?!" y/n squealed and she hugged him briefly. "What are you doing here?"

"I.. uh.. just came back from London.." he said slowly, unsure if that was what he was supposed to say, but he said it anyway.

"Oh yeah, when did you land here?" she asked.

"My plane landed at 4 this afternoon." he said, surprised that he still remembered that detail.

"Oh, and you went straight here from the airport?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Yeah, I've missed you y/n. I wanted to see you." he said, giving her a soft and loving gaze.

She blushed, making her look prettier. He loved seeing her blush. Strangely enough, she looked so radiant, her skin shone like there was a light coming out from inside of her. She looked ethereal. Like an angel. He couldn't stop staring at her and admiring her.

"I've missed you too Seb.." she said, putting her hand on the side of his face, stroking his cheek with her thumb gently. Her touch sent shivers down his spine.

"Y/n.. " Sebastian said slowly. He didn't have the opportunity back then to tell her how he felt. Now that somehow he was back at that particular place and time, he decided to let her know how he felt about her. He might not get another a chance like this, however strange the situation seemed and even if it was only a dream.

"You've been making me go all crazy since the first time I saw you. I love you and I want to be with you. You have no idea how long I've waited to tell you this." he said, holding both her hands in his tightly.

Y/n's eyes widened and she smiled brightly. "I love you too, Seb. You have no idea how much I love you.."

His heart soared as he heard her confession. He smiled and put his hand behind her neck, then he leaned in and kissed her softly.

Her kiss felt different than he remembered. Different from when he last kissed her during the spin the bottle game. His brain somehow could make the distinction. It wasn't y/n he was kissing. It was someone else he had kissed before.

"Sebastian! Stop!" Lily pushed him away from her. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and looked at him in confusion.

Sebastian blinked and he found himself back at his trailer. He was standing up, in front of her was Lily. She was looking at him strangely. He looked around and y/n was nowhere to be found.

"Lily? I'm.. I'm sorry.. what happened.. what did I do?" he asked.

"You kissed me Sebastian.." Lily said slowly.

"I did? But I.. I wasn't.. I was.." he shook his head and sat down, feeling really shocked and confused about the whole thing.

"Are you okay Sebastian?" Lily asked, sitting back down on the chair in front of him and reached over to touch his hand.

"I'm sorry Lily, I feel weird. I think I just hallucinated. I.. uh.. I thought I was kissing someone else.. it felt so real.." he rubbed his eyes and face, trying to make sense of the whole situation.

"Yeah.. I was hallucinating as well.. I found myself back in London with my ex.. and he started kissing me and then I realized it wasn't him but it was you." she said, pinching the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on.

"Have we gone mad?" she laughed. "Is the stress finally catching up to us?"

Sebastian laughed. "Maybe! I need a long vacation after filming is over.." he sighed.

"Do you think we need to get ourselves checked? I mean.. at the clinic. Make sure we're both okay." she said.

"I'm tired Lily. I think we're both just emotionally and physically drained. Perhaps we should just go back home. We need to get back here early tomorrow morning, right? We just need some rest. But, if you want to go and get yourself checked I can accompany you." he said.

"No.. you're right.. let's just go back home. I'm going to go back to my trailer now and have Michael pick me up." she said, referring to her long time boyfriend.

"Yeah of course." he reached over and gave her a brief hug.

"I'm sorry again Lily about what happened." he said sincerely.

"Yeah, that's okay Sebastian. Let's just pretend it never happened. Put it behind us." she said, smiling at him.

"Thanks." he said, nodding at her.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow Sebastian." Lily said, standing up.

Sebastian stood up as well and walked her to the door. She finally left, leaving him still feeling weird and confused. He decided to forget about what happened. He and Lily were probably just exhausted. He gathered his belongings and picked up his phone to call Ana, wanting to go back immediately to their house and get some sleep.

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Ana and Merida stared at Ana's cellphone in front of them. They were hiding in an empty warehouse near Sebastian's trailer, monitoring the hidden camera they had put in Sebastian's trailer early that morning.

"Oh my God, Merida.. I can't believe it.. We got it.." Ana whispered excitedly.

Shown on the cellphone's screen was footage of Sebastian and Lily kissing. Not in character as Pam and Tommy, but as themselves. It was a damning footage that could ruin both stars' reputations. Ana couldn't believe her plan worked like a charm. The hallucinogenic mushrooms she had bought worked. It even worked too well. She was so happy that she didn't feel even a slight bit jealous of seeing Sebastian kissing another woman.

"Wow.. yeah.. " Merida said, failing to be enthusiastic about it. She didn't agree on Ana's plan of finding something incriminating about Sebastian and turning it into insurance of some sort for Ana. She thought doing that would add bad karma to Ana and it would come back to her in the future in some way, ruining her life. She had told Ana about it, but she wouldn't listen to her warnings.

"You could at least pretend to be happy for me." Ana protested, noticing Merida's lack of enthusiasm.

"I told you what I thought of this plan of yours Ana. Seriously. If it turns out bad for you, I've warned you." she said, giving Ana a stern look.

"I know, I know. But I need this! I don't want him to be with someone else. If I can't have him, no one can. Having this footage will make sure he won't leave me." she said confidently.

"If that's what you think." Merida said, sighing.

"That is what I think. Anyway.. I'm going to send you the footage as well. In case the one on my phone gets deleted for whatever reason." Ana said, pressing her cellphone and sending the footage to Merida.

Just as she had finished sending the footage her cellphone rang. Sebastian was calling her.

"Perfect." she said.

"Hi Seb.. " she picked up the call. "Yeah, okay. I'll be right there." she continued then hung up the phone.

"Come on Merida. Let's go." Ana said, dragging Merida out of the warehouse with her.

"Okay." Merida said. She followed Ana reluctantly, thinking about how best to help Ana. Ana needed help, she thought. What she was doing was toxic. She cared about Ana and didn't want her to make an irreversible mistake that could ruin her life. Coming up with nothing, she decided to just accompany Ana for the time being and see what she could do later on.

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Brooklyn, New York - November 2021

"Y/n.. can I come in?" Edward asked, looking at her with sadness in his eyes.

"Oh yeah..come on in Edward." Y/n said, opening the door wider and let him in.

They went to the sofa and sat facing each other. Edward fiddled with his hands nervously, building up the courage to tell y/n what she needed to hear.

"What's going on Edward? Where's Seb? Is he okay?" She asked. Her heart pounding so fast, anxiety building up in her as she waited for Edward to speak.

"Seb is okay. He's back at his apartment.. with Ana." He said, looking up at y/n with his brows furrowed.

"Oh..right.. if he's okay then why has he been ignoring me Edward?" She asked in confusion.

"I'm sorry y/n.. he didn't have a choice." Edward said, sighing.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Ana overheard him calling you, y/n. She knows now about your relationship with Seb, and she was furious." he responded.

"Oh no!" she covered her mouth with her hand in surprise.

"So does that mean the contract is cancelled?" She asked, recovering from the surprising news.

"Unfortunately not. Ana didn't want to end the contract. She blackmailed Seb into continuing the contract and cut off all communication with you. I'm sorry y/n.." he said. He reached out to touch her hand, wanting to comfort her.

"Wait.. how did she blackmail him?" She asked curiously.

"She has a video of Seb kissing Lily in his trailer.. while they were not in character or in rehearsal." He replied carefully.

Y/n felt like a dagger had stabbed her in the heart. Sebastian kissed Lily? What else had he been hiding from her.

"When did it happen? The kiss?" She asked.

"When they were filming Pam and Tommy back in July." He replied.

"Oh.. right." She said, realizing that it happened when she and Sebastian were not together yet. She was somewhat relieved but she couldn't shake the jealousy she felt. She didn't think Sebastian would do something like that. She knew Lily had a boyfriend, and Sebastian must have known too.. then why would he kiss her? Her mind reeled in shock as she digested the information.

"Ana threatened to release the footage if Seb didn't do as he was told. So, he had to stop contacting you. He's really sorry y/n. He said he's working to find a way to still be able to communicate with you without Ana knowing." Edward said.

She leaned sideways on the sofa, feeling weak all of a sudden. Her fears about dating Sebastian had come true. She expected that there would be drama, especially since Sebastian was still in a PR relationship with Ana. But she didn't expect the drama to be like this. Ana was an even worse person than she thought she was. She wasn't sure she could handle it all. As much as she loved Sebastian, she was tired of the drama. Before Sebastian confessed his love to her she had already thought of taking a break from dating. Maybe this was the universe telling her to take that break.

She took a deep breath and said "Edward, I'm sorry. Please tell Seb that I can't do this. I.. I need a break. I love him but.. I don't think our relationship can go on with Ana still around, even if we could find a way to communicate without her knowing. I'm tired Edward with all the drama."

Edward reached out and squeezed her hand, comforting her.

"I understand y/n.. and I'm sure Seb will understand too."

"Thanks Edward." Y/n smiled.

Edward pulled out his cellphone from his pocket and started pressing on it.

"But y/n.. before you make a rash decision.. maybe you should see this. Seb wants you to see this." He said giving her his cellphone.

She received the cellphone and saw Sebastian's face on the screen. He had left her a video message. Her heart ached upon seeing his face. Her eyes had started to water but she blinked them back, not wanting to cry in front of Edward. She pressed the play button and Sebastian started to speak.

"Y/n.. sweetheart..I'm really really sorry that I haven't been able to contact you. As Edward most likely has told you, I don't have a choice right now. It's not just my reputation on the line but it's also Lily's.. I mean.. if it was just my reputation on the line I wouldn't care what Ana does as long as I can still be with you and communicate with you. But.. I don't want to drag Lily into this whole mess. So..I'm sorry honey. I'm really sorry. But I will find a way to still talk to you, okay? I love you so much and I don't want to lose you. I didn't wait 20 years to be with you just to lose you again. Especially not because of Ana. Please be patient and wait for me. I will fight for us and I hope you will too. I love you my beautiful queen y/n. Don't you ever forget that."

Sebastian blew her a kiss and put his hand on the camera, "hugging" her. She saw the heart shaped pendant that symbolized his love for her dangled on the band of his watch. Seeing it broke her. Her heart ached so bad. She loved him so much and was devastated that their time together had to be cut short like this.

She gave the cellphone back to Edward and a tear fell from her eye. She couldn't hold it in again so she finally cried. Edward reached out to her and hugged her. Letting her cry on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Edward." She said, sniffling. She peeled herself away from Edward and wiped her eyes.

"It's okay y/n. Don't worry about it." He said, squeezing her hand.

"I.. I need time to think about all this. I mean.. I love him and want us to be together. But not being able to communicate with him at all is hard Edward. You can't have a relationship like that." She said.

"Yeah, I understand y/n." He said, nodding his head.

"Just.. let him know I love him but I need a break. I mean.. it shouldn't be hard, seeing he can't talk to me. But he should just stop finding ways to communicate with me without Ana knowing. The risk is too great. And he's right, we don't want to drag Lily into this. I think stopping communication with each other is the best thing we can do right now." She said, sighing.

"Alright, I'll tell him that." Edward nodded and sighed, feeling so sorry for y/n and Sebastian.

"I'm sorry but I have to go. Nina's waiting for me." Edward continued.

"Of course. Thank you Edward." She said, smiling at him.

"Oh wait.. I'll send you the video message Seb gave you. In case you want to see it again." Edward said.

"Oh..right. Thanks Edward." She responded.

Edward pressed his cellphone and sent the video to y/n. He then put his cellphone in his pocket and reached over to give y/n a brief hug.

"Take care y/n. Stay strong. I believe you and Seb belong together and you will be together again.. never lose hope." Edward said, looking at her face while holding both her shoulders with his hands.

Y/n smiled. "Thank you for everything Edward."

"You're welcome y/n. If you ever need anything or if maybe you want to give Seb a message, let me know, okay?" He said.

"Thank you Edward. I'll keep that in mind." She said.

Edward stood up, walked to the door and turned back to give her a small wave. His face looked sad, making her feel sad too. He then left her alone at her door.

She closed the door and leaned back on the door. A tear slipped down to stain her cheek with all the heartbreak she felt. She slid down to sit on the floor and cried. She felt pain in her chest, as if the hole that Sebastian had left had gotten deeper and bigger.

"I love you Iubirea mea..and I miss you so much.." she whispered into the empty room in between her sobs, feeling like the world had ended for her.

Chapter 14 >

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None Of Your Concern (Chris Evans x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON(NON-CON?), AGE GAP, CHEATING(?)

DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers}

summary: costars for a little over a year, Chris has always been protective of you in the cutthroat industry much like a father would be. However, when he learns that your boyfriend is even older than him, he realizes that his feelings might not be so familial after all

“Okay, so it’s sort of cool that a small chunk of the Avengers gang is reunited for this movie,” the interviewer said with a chuckle.

You all joined in, in agreement. She rested her blue eyes on you.

“I know that you were a huge fan of the franchise, Y/N. I mean, over the years there have been quite a few tweets from you about the movies, ranging from…‘Spider-Man’s on team Iron-Man so therefore I am on team Iron-Man’ to ‘Scott Lang deserves the world’,” she said, reading from her phone.

Tom got a huge kick out of that first one, and you rolled your eyes. The interviewer’s eyes flickered between you two, a small smile on her lips.

“I mean, am I wrong? Does Scott Lang not deserve the world?”

She nodded with a grin.

“No, you’re right, he definitely does! I just feel like being cast in this movie and having been on the set for a little over a year must have been something like a dream come true,” she pressed.

You thought about your answer for a moment, just like your publicist advised.

“Yeah, you could say that. It’s sort of surreal going from having been kind of a casual fan of someone to interacting with them almost every day for a year,” you honestly answered.

You didn’t know if you would ever get used to interviews, no matter how private they were. You were grateful you weren’t on Jimmy Fallon or something with a live audience watching your every move, but sitting next to Tom, Anthony, Sebastian, Chris, and Tessa in a room was almost just as bad in your eyes.

“…and you’ve gotten super close with your castmates, I’d say.”

You heard Tessa clear her throat, and when you caught her eye, she gave you a look, but you didn’t understand it.

“Yeah, definitely! I love them all and they’ve easily become some of my closest friends now,” you replied, eyes meeting the interviewer’s again.

She threw you a secretive smile.

“…but you and Tom seem to hang out together more than the rest of the cast. As thick as thieves some would say,” she pressed.

Your lips parted, caught off guard, and when you caught Tessa’s eye again, you recognized the sympathetic look she was giving you. A light bulb seemed to go off in your head as you realized what she was trying to warn you against earlier, the very thing you’d unknowingly walked into. Luckily, Tom jumped in before you did.

“Well,” he started, straightening in his seat, shoulder brushing your own. “Y/N and I are the youngest members of the main cast. We don’t really have much in common with the senior citizens to my left.”

He feigned a whisper during the last part, not so discreetly pointing to his left. It had the desired effect, and you were grateful that he was trying to draw the attention away from you.

“Um,” Tessa loudly began, straightening up in her seat just as Anthony, Chris, and Sebastian all spoke up at once.

“I think what he means to say is we don’t allow the children to eat at the adult’s table,” Anthony threw in.

“Yeah, its definitely more like we exclude them, and they have no choice but to hang out together,” Sebastian joked.

“Senior citizens,” Chris scoffed, cutting his eyes at Tom.

The interviewer laughed at the turn of events, but unfortunately, she was determined to expose whatever she thought was going on between you and Tom.

“So you two are rather close then? Being alienated and all,” she chuckled.

Tom laughed, albeit a bit uncomfortably as it became clear that she wasn’t going to give up. He nudged you, gesturing for you to take the stand, having already tried to steer her in another direction.

“Well…yes, but we’re all rather close, but yeah. I would say that Tom is kind of like my best friend,” you honestly told her.

She aw’d at that, tilting her head to the side. You cut your eyes to everyone else in the room, narrowing them as it became clear that they weren’t going to help the two of you get out of this. You just knew Anthony was enjoying this…

“Just friends then? Because you two have a lot of fans, and a lot of them seem to think there’s more to the friendship, or at least, they hope there is, and honestly? Who can blame them? You two are always spotted hanging out together, going for coffee, running to Target… You’re practically joined at the hip.”

As she came outright and said it, you both wasted no time in refuting it.

“Oh, God no,” you cried, shaking your head.

“No, no, absolutely not,” Tom laughed. “Y/N and I are simply good friends. She has much better taste than I do, hence why I have to drag her to Target. Besides, we don’t have Target back home, so whenever I’m in the states, I’m going shopping there every chance I get.”

“I don’t know, I think they answered that just a little too quickly for me,” Tessa suddenly wondered aloud.

You threw her a look of betrayal as Chris added on.

“Yeah, that…that wasn’t convincing, at all,” he said in between chuckles.

You gaped at him as Tom ran his hand through his hair.

“No, Y/N and I are just friends, and nothing more. She-she has a boyfriend, anyway,” he threw out, and you playfully hit his arm.

“Tom,” you warned.

You weren’t genuinely upset that he’d let that slip, especially since you didn’t exactly care if people knew. People knowing you had a boyfriend wasn’t the cause of your apprehension. It came from certain details about your boyfriend…

“Wait, you have a boyfriend?”

Four people said several variations of this at the same time, and you cringed. Tom at least looked a bit ashamed as the interviewer watch on in amusement.

“I didn’t say any names,” he defended, hands up.

You caught Anthony’s eye and he was looking at you like you’d just hid the world’s biggest secret. Tessa looked scandalized as well, and you didn’t dare look at Chris and Sebastian.

“Wait…wait a minute,” the interviewer said, sitting up in her own chair as she looked at you two.

There was a slow smirk forming on her lips.

“So…you have a boyfriend that nobody else seems to know about…except for Tom…”

You both froze, realizing how this looked. A few chuckles reached your ears, and you exhaled.

“Okay, I know how this looks…”

“It isn’t like that, at all,” Tom reiterated. “He’s a swell chap, no, really. He’s brilliant-.”

“You’ve met him then?”

“Well, yeah-.”

“Wait, wait, wait. So how come you’ve met this ‘boyfriend’ and none of us have?” Anthony wondered.

“Yeah, this sounds like a bit of a cover,” the interviewer added.

“Not a very convincing one,” Sebastian whispered.

“Okay, okay! I know that I’m not super talkative about it, but have we all forgotten that I have a girlfriend?”

That seemed to quiet everyone down.

“…besides, her boyfriend is like forty anyway, so its definitely not me,” he laughed, realizing too late what he’d said.

“Tom!” you cried.

Both of his hands were covering his mouth, eyes wide as all hell broke loose. You blinked several times, mouth agape in shock.

“I’m sorry, what?” Tessa yelled over the others.

“Forty?”

Sebastian, Chris, and Anthony were all talking over each other, all of their questions directed at you while you just stared at Tom who stared back, pleading. He slid his hands down, teeth bared as shame filled his features, cringing.

“I’m so, so, so sorry…”

His apology was overshadowed by Sebastian.

“Forty?” he repeated.

“Tom’s exaggerating, okay? He’s more like thirty,” you quickly said, trying to ease the tension and make light of the situation.

Tom’s eyes were wide as they met yours, and you quickly looked away.

“So, the boyfriend isn’t Tom…and he’s only thirty then?” the interviewer finally spoke up when the room was finally quiet once again.

You sighed, eyes meeting Tom’s again as he looked to see what you were going to do. You thought about what your publicist would advise. You’d been a part of stan twitter once. You knew how the internet could be. They’d dig until they found out the truth, and discovering his actual age, and identity by extension, would be pretty bad for both of you. Against your better judgement, you decided to be truthful since the cat was out of the bag, hoping it’d be enough to keep people’s curiosity at bay.

“No, he’s definitely 43,” you quietly admitted.

Once again, all hell broke loose.

As soon as the interview was over, you were the first one out of the room, Tom right behind you. You could hear your name being called, and Tom pushed you along.

“Go, go, go,” he urged.

You had just made it to your dressing room when a muscular arm slid between the door and the frame as you attempted to close it.

“Anthony, not now!”

“No, no, now.”

He pushed the door open, and you denied him entrance, two familiar faces behind him. Neither him, Sebastian, or Chris looked pleased with you, and you just knew that they weren’t going to let this go…not without a fight. Tessa passed by, and you sent her a pleading look.

She heaved a sigh, slowing down before reaching out to pull them all back.

“C’mon guys. Leave the poor girl alone,” she said.

“We just want to talk,” Sebastian said.

It was a lie.

“I’m not discussing this with you,” you told them, eyes meeting Chris’. “Any of you.”

You tried to ignore his frown as you closed and locked the door. With a sigh, you dug through your purse for your phone. You texted Alex, your boyfriend, warning him of what might make it into the article. You weren’t actually upset about the turn of events, you just hated the aftermath that would ensue.

You blamed the interviewer most of all. You knew that Tom was just trying to clear the air and make it known that there wasn’t anything going on between you two. You knew how flustered he could get sometimes when he started rambling, and you also texted him to let him know that everything was fine, and you weren’t mad.

Your main concern was the trio down the hall. Tessa felt like an older sister at times, and while you wish that it had been on your terms, you weren’t opposed to talking to her about this. You knew the conversation was going to happen eventually. Anthony, Sebastian, and Chris on the other hand were a completely different matter.

You stuck your head out, glancing around before leaving the room.

Your friendship with Seb was way more casual than with the other two. You cracked jokes and hung out with all of them often, but half the time it felt like Chris and Anthony were scolding you and telling you what you could or couldn’t do. Sebastian didn’t care, and you liked that. Hence why you didn’t verbally oppose when he suddenly came out of nowhere, easily falling into stride with you.

He didn’t say anything for a while, but you knew it was coming. You bit your lip, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing that he was doing the same. He abruptly stopped, and so did you.

“Forty-three?”

You avoided his piercing gaze, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as he faced you.

“Seb…please…”

“I mean, I’m not judging, I promise,” he said, hands raised.

“Except, you are though,” you sighed, looking at him. “You’re judging, just a little bit.”

His arms fell at his sides.

“Okay, so I’m judging just a little bit, but can you blame me? The guy’s older than Anthony,” he scoffed.

You chuckled.

“Yeah, he is, but I don’t care,” you told him.

“Clearly. I’m just saying, he’s old enough to be your father,” he said.

“Well, it’s a good thing he’s not, because then that would be weird,” you threw at him, rolling your eyes.

He heaved a heavy sigh, and somehow, you got the feeling that he’d drawn the short straw on who was going to come and talk sense into you. You briefly glanced down the hall, brows furrowed. He placed his hands on your shoulders, and you hated how he was looking at you. Like you were a child doing something bad. Your jaw clenched.

“I know you’re an adult…”

You let out a humorless chuckle.

“Do you know who you sound like, right now?”

He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

“At the risk of sounding like Chris…”

“You sound like Chris, that’s who you sound like.”

“…this industry can be…ruthless,” he continued.

“Don’t I know it?” you sarcastically replied.

“…and you’re still so fresh and new and there are plenty of people just looking to take advantage of someone like you and your talent and potential…”

“My boyfriend isn’t one of them, okay? He has plenty of talent on his own,” you informed him.

Sebastian tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing.

“What his name, anyway?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you slowly sang.

“Well…what does he do?”

“Again, none of your business.”

“How did you meet? How long have you been seeing him? Something, anything! Anything at all?”

You pursed your lips before releasing a soft sigh.

“We’ve been seeing each other for about 7 months now,” you admitted.

His eyes almost bugged out of his head, lips parting.

“7 months?”

You pulled away from him, the day finally getting to you.

“Look, Seb, I have to go. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you guys, but to be honest, this was the main reason why, so…”

You paused, facing him again.

“Please, tell Chris and Anthony not to worry, okay? I know they’re freaking the fuck out and probably sent you on their behalf. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” you called over your shoulder as you exited the building.

When you got home, there was a slew of text messages awaiting you. Most were from Anthony, and you answered all of them as best as you could. He was just worried, and you definitely understood that, but he was freaking out more than your own mother had when you told her about Alex.

“It just…took me by surprise,” was the first thing he said when he picked up the phone.

“I know, I know,” you sighed, browsing your fridge for something to eat. “I was always going to tell you guys if it ever got more serious.”

“More serious?” he scoffed. “Seb said you guys have been dating for 7 months.”

You rolled your eyes.

“We clearly have different definitions of a serious relationship,” you mumbled.

“It’s just concerning, alright? If my kid was dating someone 20 years older than them, I’d be rightfully concerned,” he defended. “Especially considering I’ve never met this man and don’t know anything about him.”

“Look at the word you just used: kid. That is something I am not,” you said, slamming your fridge shut. “…and there’s no need to meet him.”

“I disagree.”

“That’s fine,” you tersely replied.

You heard him exhale on the other end, a tense silence falling between you two. You were being a little harsh, you knew that, especially considering Anthony always treated you like family, but you needed to make him, all of them, understand that you were an adult who could make her own decisions. They had no say in this.

“…you heard from Chris?” he eventually asked.

“No, actually, and that’s a little worrisome, I’m not going to lie,” you honestly added, running your eyes over your wine collection.

“Yeah, well, he’s not happy,” Anthony told you.

“If he’s going to pout about this like my personal dating choices offended him or something, then he can suck my ass.”

A laugh met you from the other end, a genuine laugh, and you cracked a smile.

“He’ll come around. You know how much you mean to him,” he finally said after he calmed down.

You did know. Chris was one of the first people to talk to you on set, trying to make you feel more comfortable. It was your first big movie, your first time starring with household names, with people that had way more experience than you. He got you to laugh on your first day and even dragged you over to meet everyone else. He’d taken you under his wing…

Your heart clenched as you thought about how he must feel. It was your business, sure, but you couldn’t pretend like you didn’t feel guilty. You felt even worse once you thought about the fact that you’d told Tom and not him, but Tom didn’t judge you. Tom didn’t treat you like some kid who didn’t know any better half the time.

“I’ll text him,” you told Anthony. “See if I can get him to accept my white flag…”

“You do that. See you tomorrow, kiddo.”

You texted Chris as soon as you hung up, and as the night wore on, your worry grew. You found yourself periodically checking your phone for any type of response, but you got nothing. Alex called though and talked with you until you fell asleep. He was overseas, filming in his home country at the moment, but he called you every day.

He wasn’t bothered at all by what might be in the article, only making sure that you were okay.

“Yeah…I’m okay,” you quietly replied.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound it,” he quietly replied, deep voice gruff.

You frowned before turning to look at your clock.

“Isn’t it like…3 in the morning over there?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he lightly said, ignoring your own.

You sighed.

“I’m fine, really. It’s just…there was a reason I didn’t want to tell everyone, and some people are proving me right…”

“They’ll come around,” he assured.

“You know Seb isn’t the type to care too much, but even he was more judgmental than I expected. Anthony is slowly coming around, but Chris… He’s not answering any of my texts.”

He was quiet for a while before finally responding.

“Maybe that’s for the best.”

You frowned again, sitting up in bed.

“What do you mean?”

“He is a bit…overprotective of you, isn’t he? I know he just gets concerned, but sometimes he acts like he’s your father and…he’s not. He shouldn’t have any say in what you do,” he elaborated.

You rubbed your eyes.

“I know what you’re saying is true because I’ve thought it myself, but for some reason it sounds harsh coming from your lips,” you groaned.

He chuckled.

“I don’t mean for it to, I promise. I just mean that maybe this will force him to lighten up a bit and realize that there are boundaries and lines he shouldn’t cross…”

You blinked.

“Huh. You might be onto something,” you admitted. “I know he thinks I’m such a child sometimes. Maybe this will make him wake up.”

You didn’t stay on the phone for much longer, and your heart sank when you hung up only to see no new notifications. Was Chris ignoring you? With a huff, you plugged your phone up and settled into bed.

You sipped on the coffee Tom had gotten you on the way here, leaning against the wall as you watched Chris and Anthony talk to the interviewer. This one preferred to talk to a few of you at a time, and considering the disaster that happened a week ago, you quite liked that.

That pushy girl had indeed included the bit about your love life in the article. Fortunately, it was tastefully done, only mentioning it in passing, but she had included that the rest of the cast, sans Tom, had been none the wiser. You hadn’t checked to see what people were saying about it. It wasn’t their opinions that mattered to you.

Chris hadn’t talked to you since, ignoring every one of your messages. Eventually, you gave up, deciding that he’d talk to you whenever he was ready. At first you were angry once you realized what he was doing, but eventually you became more understanding. He was probably more hurt than anything that you hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him.

You perked up when you heard the mention of your name.

“So, word on the street is that Y/N does indeed have a beau and it’s not Tom Holland…” he started.

Chris and Anthony chuckled, but you could tell it was forced.

“Yeah, man, I don’t think anyone was more shocked about that one than their fans,” he laughed. “…but we all know they’re just good friends. It was a nice running joke for a while though.”

Chris didn’t say anything, and the interviewer continued.

“Speaking of shocked, is it true that the rest of you guys were completely in the dark about it? I read that the ball was actually dropped during the interview. I mean, how awkward that must’ve been…”

Chris exhaled.

“Yeah…it was definitely something. It made my day though.”

Your jaw ticked as you realized that he was putting on a front.

“…and is it true that he’s 43? I mean, I’ll definitely ask Y/N this later on-.”

“Then it’d probably be best if she answered that,” Anthony interrupted, and you mentally thanked him.

“Well…the secret’s out, right?” Chris laughed, and you frowned. “Yeah, she says he’s 43.”

Your frown deepened.

“That’d be like dating one of you guys, I’d imagine, but at least it’ll be easy for him to get on well with you guys. You all are rather close with Y/N, so that must be of some importance to her,” the interviewer replied.

“I don’t know about that one considering we found out with the rest of the world,” Chris joked, but you saw right through it. “I suppose it’s a good thing we didn’t know though because…”

He suddenly trailed off, letting out a low ‘whew’. He shook his head.

“No. I never would have allowed it.”

Your jaw dropped, staring at him like he’d grown a second head as the words registered within your mind. You didn’t even hear the rest of what was said as you backed up. You almost bumped into Tessa, and she steadied you.

“Woah,” she said. “You okay?”

“No, actually,” you slowly replied, turning to face her. “I’m not.”

You found that it was true. Your stomach churned and you felt like you were going to vomit any moment. The audacity of him!

“I…I have to go,” you told her.

You let your publicist know that you were feeling ill, and you waved bye to Tom on the way out, his brows furrowed in confusion as he hesitantly waved back. You fought tears the entire way to your apartment, shaking your head in disbelief. Never mind the fact that Chris has said that, but the fact that he’d confidently said it in front of other people.

“Never would have allowed it?” you mumbled to yourself.

You were gripping the wheel so hard you were sure it would break. As you furiously got out of your car, you thought to yourself that you didn’t even care if he texted you back or not. You weren’t in the mood to even look at his face, let alone talk to him.

After you showered and poured yourself a glass of wine, you curled up on your couch, staring at the tv…but not watching it. Chris’ words kept replaying, and you wondered how he could even fix his mouth to say such a thing. He wasn’t your father! There wasn’t a damn thing in the world he could forbid you to do.

And before you knew it, you had downed two more glasses and that was exactly what you were texting him. You were certain your thumbs would crack the screen with how furiously you were typing. When you were done, you turned your phone off, slamming it on the table as you returned your gaze to the tv.

It was hours later when you heard a knock on your door. You briefly wondered who it was, but you had suspicions that it was probably Tom. You’d left in such a hurry, and your phone was off, so he was probably coming to check on you. With a buzz coursing through your veins, you pulled the door open, only for your face to drop when your eyes connected with blue ones…not brown.

He didn’t exactly look thrilled to see you either, and you were certain that your face was no different. You pursed your lips, going through a pros and cons checklist of letting him in before scoffing. You swung the door open wider before turning your back on him. You heard him close it, his feet following yours into the kitchen.

You didn’t spare him a glance as you poured yourself another glass, taking up residence on the other side of the small island. Eventually, when he didn’t say anything, you looked up at him, a frown on your face.

“Are you actually going to say something? Or just stand there and stare at me?”

Chris heaved a sigh, resting one hand on the counter while the other found a home on his hip. He stared you down, jaw ticking beneath his beard.

“You’re upset with me…”

“I wonder what makes you think that?” you mumbled into your glass.

“…but I’m upset with you too.”

“Yeah, well, at least my anger is valid,” you spat.

“…and mine isn’t?” he threw back.

You huffed, glancing away from him.

“If you’re upset that I didn’t tell you, then I’m sorry. I mean that. I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you or anything, but you have to understand why I didn’t say anything. Look at how you’re reacting,” you said, gesturing to him.

His nostrils flared.

“What does a man like that have in common with someone like you anyway?”

You jutted out your hip, resting your hand on it as you stared him down.

“Someone could easily ask you the same thing. What, I can be friends with you, Anthony, and Sebastian despite the age difference, but I can’t date someone who’s the same age as you?”

“It’s a bit different. We are your friends, we look out for you, we are not trying to…”

He swallowed his words, seeming like he couldn’t even bear to say it. You smirked at him.

“So I can choose my friends, but I can’t choose who I fuck?”

He glared at you.

“I mean…that is what you’re saying, right?”

“You can choose someone who’s acceptable…”

“…and who are you to say he’s not acceptable?” you demanded, offended on Alex’s behalf. “You don’t even know him.”

He made himself at home, taking a seat as he stared at you, hands folded on the counter.

“So tell me about him then…”

You heaved a long sigh, leaning against the sink as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“He’s…sweet,” you started, pressing your hands to your eyes. “Oh my God, he’s so sweet, Chris. You’d get along great with him. He’s funny, he loves dogs, and he has the biggest and kindest family you’ll ever meet. He’s filming overseas, right now-.”

“So he’s an actor,” Chris interrupted, sounding displeased.

“Yes. He calls me every night…,” you trailed off, suddenly uncomfortable.

“You told Anthony that it wasn’t serious…”

You looked down.

“I really like him, okay? That’s why I don’t care what you guys think. I’m not breaking up with him just because you don’t approve,” you said, eyes meeting his again. “You’re not my father, and you can’t tell me what to do.”

“No, I’m not your father, and I’m sure as hell glad for that, but someone definitely needs to be…”

“Screw you, Chris,” you murmured.

He glared at you, and you fought back tears, surprised at how much this was hurting your feelings.

“I don’t understand why you’re so mad about this! Why are you treating me like I can’t make my own decisions?”

“Because I think you’re making bad ones,” he answered, rising and heading towards the door.

You balled your hands into fists as he made his way out.

You spun away from Tessa, a thin layer of sweat clinging to your skin. Today was the last day of filming, and the crew members were hosting a party. You’d almost let Chris’ sour attitude ruin it for you, but Tessa convinced you to come.

She’d arrived at your apartment early in the morning, fed up with your sulking. You told her about your argument with Chris, and she listened while you ranted about his behavior. You talked with her about Alex too, eager to tell her everything. Talking to Tom about him was nice and all, but it was different with Tessa.

She comprehended why you had never said anything about your relationship, far more understanding than Chris or even Anthony had been. She made you feel a lot better about the whole situation and assured you that Chris would get over it. He hadn’t spoken to you the entire time you’d been here, so you didn’t know about that.

It pained you to think that your friendship with him could end just like that over something so insignificant as to who you were dating, something that didn’t affect his life in the slightest. You stumbled away from Tessa, realizing that you’d had more to drink than you thought. You touched her arm.

“Hey, I’m gonna head inside. Try to rest my nerves for a bit…”

“Okay,” she said. “Hurry back when you feel better.”

“K.”

You trudged your way inside of the huge house, heading straight for the kitchen. You filled a glass with water from the sink, emptying it in no time. You were ready to go for another when movement from your left caught your eye.

You looked over your shoulder, pausing when your gaze connected with that of Chris’. He didn’t look like he was having fun, and your shoulders sagged.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

You eyed him, almost sadly, before swallowing. You nodded, forgetting the glass of water and opting to follow him instead. You stumbled a few times, alcohol coursing through your system, but thankfully Chris didn’t notice.

You followed him into a guest bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed as he turned on the light. He was dressed plainly in jeans and a dark tee, a darker cardigan hugging his arms and shoulders. He rested his hands on his hips in that Captain America way you often teased him about, and you fought a smile.

“I’m sorry,” he eventually breathed.

You blinked at him, the alcohol making it hard to process what he said.

“You’re…sorry?”

Your voice was small and unsure, and his face crumbled as he moved to sit beside you.

“You’re right. I can’t tell you who you can or can’t date. I shouldn’t have said what I said in that interview,” he admitted.

You let out a soft chuckle.

“No…you shouldn’t have. I was so…embarrassed when you said that Chris,” you said, looking at him.

“I know,” he whispered. “I don’t want to make you feel that way. I thought I was upset because you hid it from me, but…”

You eyed him, waiting for him to continue. His gaze met yours.

“I don’t have any rights to your dating life, but…I want to,” he slowly replied.

You frowned at him, and he continued.

“I care about you…”

“I know. I care about you too,” you told him in the quiet room.

“I’m attracted to you, Y/N,” he confessed, making your eyes widen. “I always have been.”

Your lips parted, surprise and confusion filling you.

“I told myself from the beginning that my feelings were innocent, that I was just looking out for you. I convinced myself that my anger at your relationship came from a place of concern…but that isn’t true.”

“Chris…”

“Somewhere down the line, in the back of my mind, I had accepted that anything between us would be inappropriate. That you’d be repulsed…and then, come to find out, your boyfriend is even older than me.”

He chuckled, finding some warped humor in it all.

“I felt cheated. I felt like that could be me…like that should be me…”

You didn’t know what to say. You’d have to be blind to deny that Chris was handsome. He was one of the most sought-after men in America, but your feelings had been fleeting…shallow. You thought Anthony and Sebastian and Tom were handsome too, but in an appreciative sort of way. That was how you saw Chris too.

“I’m…with Alex. You know that…”

He took your hands, scooting closer.

“…but could that have been me? Tell me the truth,” he pleaded.

“I…I don’t know-.”

“I think you do. I think you thought like I thought and pushed any desires out of your mind.”

Your mind was fuzzy, too much alcohol in your system to fully process this conversation. You moved to stand, but he held you in place.

“Chris, I think I should go…”

You trailed off when his lips met yours, and you jerked back, eyes wide.

“I have a boyfriend, you know that…”

“You haven’t answered my question,” he told you.

“I…I don’t know! But it doesn’t matter because I am with someone!”

“…and that someone could have been me.”

“But it’s not, so-.”

He kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you. You reached in between your bodies, pressing the palms of your hands against his chest. He moved back, but he brought you with him. He rolled you over until you were beneath him, and you made a noise of protest deep in your throat.

“Chris,” you mumbled into his lips, pushing against him again.

He was smooth in reaching under your dress to take hold of your underwear, pulling them down your legs with ease. You opened your mouth to protest again, but all that came out was a gasp when his hand slid between your thighs.

You shook in his arms as he played between your legs, fingers ghosting over you and prodding you until he was able to slide them into your soaking lips. A choked moan climbed out of your throat, and he hummed as his lips trailed down your chin, peppering kisses along your neck.

Your body felt light, limbs numb as you heard him fooling around with his pants, the sound of his zipper deafening in the quiet room. You knew what was about to happen. Your brain was screaming at you, but you couldn’t move. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or shock, but you were powerless to stop him.

You reached out to place your hands on his when he parted your legs, and you didn’t know if it was to pull his hands away…or not. You caught a glimpse of him as he settled between your legs, stomach sinking as you blinked at the sight of him…bare…for you.

“Chris,” you mumbled, unsure of what you were going to say.

It didn’t matter, anyway. His lips were covering yours as he pressed the head of his cock against your folds, prodding and prolonging the inevitable. You thought about Alex, and that sobered you up a bit, but it was too late.

You threw your head back against the mattress, nails digging into Chris’ hands as he thrust inside of you. The noise that escaped him was orgasmic, the deep sound causing you to clench around his length. He hissed at that before completely leaning over you, forearms pressed into the mattress beside your head as he started to move.

Shallow breaths left your lips as he pumped into you, the squelching sound of his retreat and entry reaching your ears. Your eyes were unfocused, hands coming up to rest on his sides as you started to moan. He joined you, bending his head to kiss you again and again.

There were odd brief moments at the start of filming where you idly wondered what it would be like to kiss Chris. You never imagined that you’d find out for sure. Then when you and Alex happened, you’d left those girlish and embarrassing fantasies behind. His lips were soft and sweet with the taste of whatever drink he’d had, and he moved them over yours with so much expertise it made your head spin.

“That feel good?” he breathlessly wondered, jerking his hips into yours.

You gave a shaky nod.

“U-uh-huh,” you gasped, clenching around him.

“God, you’re so beautiful… You know that?” he mumbled, kissing you again.

Your toes flexed, stomach clenching as well.

“I thought about you all last night,” he quietly professed. “I thought about your lips and these fucking thighs and how it’d feel to be in between them…”

“Chris,” you whined.

“You’re so tight,” he hissed in your ear. “Tighter than I’d imagined you’d be.”

One of your hands traveled to his back, bunching up his shirt and sweater.

“Chris,” you gasped, breath hitching. “Chris, I think…”

Your words died on your tongue as you moaned, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer. He groaned against your skin, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“You gonna come for me?”

You gave a jerky nod, tightening your grip on him. He hissed when you clenched around him again, blue eyes boring into your own.

“Yeah? You’re fucking choking my cock. A greedy little thing,” he murmured, never taking his eyes off of yours. “Come on, baby. Show me what I do to you…”

You shook in his arms as your climax rushed over you, legs trembling and eyes rolling as you clenched around him again and again. He wasn’t done, fucking you through it until you were an incoherent mess beneath him.

You never did rejoin Tessa on the dance floor.

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My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously.

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged.

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

#I made this instead of doing homework #Classic Rock #Meme

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imsurethisisprobablyabadidea · 3 years ago

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The Beginning.

The beginning of the fanfic with no name.

No warnings here. It is, after all, just the beginning!

Word Count: 1,276 (I told you this series would be long)

Mornings suck. We can all agree on that. However, we can probably also agree that mornings suck even harder after sleepless nights. You’ve been having a lot of those recently. Do you remember the feeling of anticipation right before a big vacation as a child? Or Christmas? Christmas Eve is the most difficult time to sleep. You used to lie in bed counting the hours in your head.

If I go to sleep now, do I think Mom and Dad will let me wake them up in 5 hours and start the festivities?!

The past week worth of nights have felt like that. That feeling when you are 100% assured something big and exciting in the morning, when the sleep, for a change, isn’t relaxing, but an obstacle keeping you from the true prize. You’d honestly like to give a shoutout to coffee for keeping you coherent recently. It’s through the grace of God and Arabica that you even made it to this dreary Monday morning. Which, as you hope we can all agree on again, is the worst kind of Morning. But today, you don’t even care. you’re awake, and it is Christmas morning, time to depart on your much awaited vacation, the day you win the lottery...whatever you want to call it. Either way, you’re done with the anticipatory sleepless nights today.

Even mornings here are warm. When your alarm clock goes off, that’s the first thing you notice, rolling over. Well, shifting over. This tiny twin bed doesn’t allow for a glamorous amount of room. Your body seems to be radiating heat already. The feeling of the humid air is what finally causes you to snap out of your sleepy stupor. You sit up in bed, wiping an embarrassing amount of drool off my chin. With a generous stretch, you swing my legs over the bed and sigh. The walk to the tiny bathroom in your tiny apartment is, if you can believe it, short. Once the shower begins to run, the small space is even more sweltering than your bed. Perhaps some people would take a cold shower to even out the weather, rather than complaining about the temperature as they make it worse, but not you. If anyone ever catches you taking a cold shower, send the ambulance. After all, this is a very important shower. It’s a big day, and you want to make a good first impression. When you work this closely and hands-on with people, shaving your legs becomes a pretty high priority. With such a lengthy shower, you had certainly cooled off by the end. Hey, guess that means the size of the water heater compliments the rest of the loft! You towel off quickly, brush your teeth, and run a comb and some product through your hair and leave it to dry of its own accord. When the air is this thick, there’s no sense in trying to tame the curly mane. While the Atlanta air saves you time on your hair, it’s the lengthy work day that cuts down the makeup time. A quick swipe of mascara and concealer will do, getting you out the door quicker too. Which is good, cause you’re already running late and, as previously mentioned, first impressions are everything.

Regardless of how late you am, you cannot skip coffee. So you throw on a pair of black leggings and a tank top, and race out the door. Starbucks, here you come. One trenta caramel macchiato later, and you’re feeling much more ready to face the day. We can pretend it was the block you jogged to the cafe and back, but we all know it was the unhealthy amount of caffeine. Trying to avoid rush hour traffic at this ungodly early hour, you begin my trek to the studio. Since it’s the beginning of production, today will be one of the easiest for you. It’ll begin with a script read through which, with the projected runtime of this film, will take a good bit, and then, after lunch, begin to work on some costuming, makeup, and fight choreography. You could not be more grateful for the scenery today. Though it is very fun to be on location, the air conditioning in the studio feels like kisses from heaven on this scorcher of a day.

People are already bustling around when you walk in the door.

Maybe I got the call times wrong.

You fret. Luckily, a quick swipe through your email assuages my fears. All these PAs must be eager to impress. Weaving through the masses, you make it to a much calmer room. It’s fairly plain, just tables, chairs and scripts, but then you notice the bagel spread against the wall. You love a good bagel. So, you grab yourself breakfast and take your seat, facing the open “U” the tables create. Only a few of the talent are here yet, sitting calmly in front of their nameplates, quietly reading through their scripts for what you are sure is the millionth time. By the time production makes it to this stage, most actors have their lines almost completely memorized. And with the quality of actors on this film, you’d be willing to bet your tiny apartment, for all it’s worth, that most of them would only use their printed scripts to make notes, not to read.

Though you’ve never worked with this cast before, a quick scan of the room confirms that those present are who you would assume the usual “early birds” are. Anthony Mackie sits calmly, although he isn’t reading his script like the others. Just staring at his phone. From the looks of his finger swiping...playing Tetris? Scarlett Johannson, however, is trained on her lines, her lips moving slightly as she runs through them. A laugh draws your eyes to the last two people at the tables. Mark Ruffalo smiles, script forgotten as his costar tells him what you have to surmise is a hilarious story. His eyes meet yours and he offers a slight wave of his hand. You smile and wave your fingers back. Chris Evans, his conversation partner, turns over his shoulder to meet your eyes as well, a smile lifting the corner of his lips.

You smile at him as well, with, you’ll admit it, a bit more heat on your cheeks than could be attributed to the Georgia humidity outside. Because, come on, we’ve all seen the man! He shifts back around, continuing his chat with Mark. You turn to your phone, people filtering into the room steadily now, deciding to spend the next few minutes responding to emails. When you look up next, the table is full, Robert Downey Jr, Sebastian Stan, Chris Hemsworth, and Jeremy Renner having joined the fray. Clearly, with a Marvel project, it’s nearly impossible to have the entire universe in the same room, so this script read will only feature the original six, plus Mackie and Sebastian, of course. The rest of the parts will be read by production staff. As the last stragglers file into the reading, Anthony Russo stands to address the room. With some passing comments about how important this film is to bring the MCU’s Phase 3 to a head, and jokes about the professionalism of his beloved cast, You settle into your seat as Russo begins by reading the movie’s title, “Avengers: Infinity War”.

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans/reader #chris evans/you #chris evans and reader #chris evans and you #slow burn #chris evans slow burn #chris evans/reader slow burn

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musette22 · 5 years ago

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As it's Chris' birthday today, what's your Evanstan headcon for how they are spending it? We don't know if Chris is still in LA (as far as I know), do you think he might be back in Boston to be with his family? That would mean Seb could easily visit him now that the lockdown in NYC is over. Or would he fly to LA to celebrate with his bf? (He hasn't been seen in NYC in the last couple of days either, right?) Or will the only hang out virtually? I would love to know what you are imagining 😊

Hello darling!! So yesterday, I said I probably wasn’t going to write any Evanstan for a while, but then I woke up this morning and had a lovely little Evanstan headcanon fantasy about Chris’s birthday - as you do - and then I thought screw it, let’s write this thing. So here’s a little drabble (well, it should’ve been a drabble) about how Chris might have spent his birthday 😘

A/N: This is just a nonsensical little fantasy scenario that doesn’t actually make any sense, but the idea made me happy, so I hope it’ll make you guys happy too! Don’t look too closely, please, there’s some overlap with previous fics and this was all written very quickly and hasn’t been edited properly because it’s late where I am and I need to sleep lmao 🙈 Sorry about that!

Happy birthday, Mr. America

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Chris likes surprises, generally speaking.

Not the nasty kind, like when a part unexpectedly falls through, or someone gets angry at him out of the blue and he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. But he likes it when exciting things happen and shake things up a bit, like when he’s having a lazy day alone at home, and a friend suddenly shows up on his doorstep to tell him, change of plans, we’re going bungee jumping. When that happens, Chris will happily drop whatever he’s doing and jump in the car, because that’s the kind of thing that makes him feel alive.

So when he arrives at the Evans’ family house today, on his birthday, and is greeted by a chorus of Surprise! and Happy Birthdays from a bunch of people he hasn’t seen ages - literal years, in some cases - Chris is delighted and touched; excited to see familiar faces and catch up with his friends and family.

That excited feeling lasts for a solid few hours, until his Aunt Melanie corners him and starts telling Chris about her Pilates instructor. This isn’t the first time she’s tried to set Chris up with whichever wonderful girl she’s most recently met and feels would be perfect for Chris, but this time she’s really hammering on about how she just can’t understand why a good-looking, successful young man like him hasn’t found a wife yet. She no doubt means well, but that doesn’t mean Chris is about to go on a blind date with her Pilates instructor.

When he’s finally managed to excuse himself under the pretense of needing a bathroom break, he sneaks off to the back of the house, to his dad’s old study. As soon as the door closes behind him, he lets out a sigh of relief and leans back against it for a moment, catching his breath. He loves his family to bits, but there’s no denying they’re a lot. There’s a sofa in the study, a wide, navy blue one, and Chris lies down on it, stretching himself to his full length. He closes his eyes, hoping to nap for a couple of minutes, but no dice. His aunt’s comments play in his head on a loop, causing something uneasy to stir in his stomach.

The thing is, she’s right. He should already be married and have a couple of cute kids to dote on. He’s wanted to have a family and settle down for a long time, ever since he got done with sowing his wild oats and calmed down a little. He’s the long-term relationship kind, and there had been a few girlfriends with whom he thought he definitely could see a future.

That had been Before, though. Before Sebastian Stan had waltzed into his life and upended everything Chris thought he knew for certain, complicating everything in the best and worst possible way. After the initial shock of developing feelings for another guy wore off, Chris had simply accepted his infatuation as a fact of life, and it had become something he carried with him always, but never acted on or even spoke of. He wouldn’t know where to start. It was clear there was something between them, though. The way Sebastian looked at him sometimes… It had to mean something. For the longest time, they’d danced around each other, always just shy of outright flirting, and there had been a few times when Chris really thought something might finally happen between them. But it never did.

And now it never would. They’ve hardly even seen each other, over the past year, after they stopped working together. Sure, they kept in touch from time to time, but there is only so much keeping in touch two work friends can plausibly do before it gets weird or necessarily has to turn into something else. And Chris thought he’d accepted that, more or less.

But then last week, he and Scott had gotten drunk together – like really, stupidly drunk. At around 3 in the morning, Scott had put on The First Avenger so he could make fun of Chris in his skin tight leggings, and then suddenly Sebastian’s face had been right there on his TV screen: larger than life, young and handsome like he’d been when Chris first felt that tug in his gut when he’d looked at him.

And Chris, whose brain-to-mouth filter unfortunately ceases to exist entirely whenever he’s had too much to drink, had just blurted out, “I think I’m in love with him.”

Initially, Scott had thought Chris meant that Steve was in love with Bucky.

“Well, clearly,” he’d slurred. “They’re soooo gay, oh my god.”

And instead of using the misunderstanding to cover up for his unfortunate drunken slip-up, Chris had slowly shook his head and corrected, “No, with Sebastian. ‘M in love with Sebastian. Have been for a long time, I think.”

He’d passed out not long after, possibly his subconscious’ way of trying to protect himself against the barrage of questions from Scott that Chris had been in no state to answer in that moment. Inevitably, Scott had tried to talk to him about it the next day, but Chris – hungover, embarrassed and annoyed with himself for opening his big mouth and spilling this secret that he’d managed to keep for close to a decade – had told Scott to leave it and that he didn’t want to talk about it. Nothing was ever going to come of this now anyway, so it was much better if they could all just forget it ever happened.

Scott and he had gone to dinner at their mom’s that night, and of course, Lisa had instantly sensed something was off. Unfortunately, Chris never did stand a chance in hell against his mother, so when she took him to aside after dinner and outright asked him what was wrong, he’d had no choice but to spill the beans. Besides, if he didn’t, Scott would probably have found a way to guilt him into telling Lisa, eventually - they’d always shared everything with her, after all.

Lisa had been so loving and understanding, just like Chris knew she would, and despite the aching in his chest, he was grateful and a little bit relieved to know he wasn’t keeping something this significant from her any longer. But in the end, it didn’t change anything. Of course, Lisa had asked him why he didn’t just go for it, told him to just go for it, call Sebastian and ask him out for dinner, but Chris had dismissed all her suggestions. It just wasn’t going to happen. Certainly not now, not anymore.

She’d dropped it, eventually, but Chris is under no illusions that he’s heard the last of it.

Since then, he’d tried to put the whole fiasco out of his mind, but then Aunt Melanie started badgering him about his marital status and it had all come rushing back again.

Just when Chris about to give up on trying to nap and head outside to get some fresh air instead, there’s a knock at the door.

Chris sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Come in,” he calls, not bothering to get up because it’s probably his mom coming to check on him. “Hey, mom,” he says, when Lisa’s head does appear around the door.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she replies, smiling. She opens the door a little wider. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Oh?” Chris says, sitting up a little straighter for whatever friend or family member his mom wants him to meet so urgently, but then Lisa steps aside to reveal –

Sebastian.

Sebastian is here. In his mom’s house. Standing right there, looking a little apprehensive and unsure, but still so fucking gorgeous it makes Chris’s heart stop for a moment inside his chest, before it starts up again at double speed.

“Hey, Chris,” Sebastian says, and it’s his voice, he’s really here, in Chris’s dad’s old study, speaking actual words at him.

What the fuck.

Chris gets to his feet so fast he feels a bit lightheaded, lightly swaying on his feet before he manages to get some semblance of a reply. "Hi. What- Sebastian. What are you doing here?"

Sebastian’s eyes flicker to Lisa for a moment, looking at her a little uncertainly. She gives him an encouraging nod.

“Um,” Sebastian starts, turning his eyes back to Chris again. “Lisa, your mom, invited me to your surprise birthday party.” He licks his lips nervously. “So, yeah, happy birthday. And, um. Surprise.” The last word is accompanied by a dorky little wave, and Chris is just. Speechless.

Literally, can’t form any words speechless, which is highly unusual for him. When he just keeps standing there, staring a Sebastian like he’s some kind of fata morgana, Lisa rolls her eyes and nudges Sebastian with her elbow.

“Well, go on, then,” she prompts, nodding in Chris’s direction. “He won’t bite.” Then, the look in her eyes turns mischievous, and Chris has half a second to think oh no, before she adds, “Unless you like that sort of thing, of course, but then he'd ask first. I raised him well.”

Sebastian makes a strangled sound, but starts towards him nonetheless, and before he really knows what’s happening, Chris is holding Sebastian in his arms. Holding him in his arms and burying his face in the crook of his neck and breathing him in. Sebastian’s arms go around him, too, a little tentative at first, but growing tighter, more secure, the longer the hug lasts.

And it lasts, much longer than a casual happy birthday hug between friends is supposed to last, but Chris can’t for the life of him bring himself to let go. He knows he’s clinging, that he’s got his nose pressed to the spot below Sebastian’s ear and that’s probably far too intimate, but Sebastian’s arms around are wound tightly around Chris’s waist and his cheek is presses to the side of Chris’s face, and he’s not letting go either.

Finally, after what feels simultaneously like forever and the blink of an eye, Sebastian inhales shakily, his chest expanding against Chris’s. With Herculean effort, Chris makes himself pull away. But, of course, that brings with it the complication of being able to see Sebastian’s face, flustered and glowing, eyes shining with something unnameable. They’re so close then, their faces only an inch or so apart, and when Sebastian’s eyes flicker down to Chris’s mouth for a split second, Chris’s restraint breaks.

He lunges forward, and Sebastian does the same, and their mouths crash together awkwardly and suddenly, they’re kissing. Really, actually kissing.

Chris’s hands fly to Sebastian’s face, holding it like it’s something precious, causing Sebastian to make a small, desperate sound that reverberates throughout Chris’s entire body. When he licks at the seam of Sebastian’s lips, Sebastian parts them immediately, letting him in, and Chris is drowning. Drowning in the kiss, in Sebastian’s taste, his smell, the little sighs he’s making against Chris’s lips, like he’s just as overwhelmed and stupefied and happy as Chris is, while they cling to each other like they’re each scared the other’s going to disappear if they dare to let up for just one second.

Eventually, though, they have to break apart for air. Chris presses their foreheads together, unwilling to put any more distance between them than is strictly necessary, still breathing the same air. When Chris eventually opens his eyes, he finds Sebastian looking back at him in a way that makes his knees feel suddenly weak.

"Hi," Seb says, voice low and husky.

"Hey," Chris replies, his hands on either side of Sebastian’s face, thumbs idly caressing his cheekbones.

Sebastian giggles, a light, happy sound that makes his nose do that scrunchy thing it does, and Chris wants to die. He groans, pulling Sebastian back in by the back of his neck –

And then Lisa clears her throat. Sebastian startles; he’d evidently forgotten she was still there, or maybe assumed she’d have left to give them their privacy, but that just goes to show Sebastian doesn’t know Lisa very well – yet.

"Well,” Lisa says, a grin in her voice. “I'll leave you two to it then, let me know if you need anything.” She pauses, before cheekily adding, “Anything at all."

“Yes, thank you, mom,” Chris says quickly, keen to spare Sebastian any further embarrassment. Sebastian’s hiding his face in Chris’s chest as it is, arms still wound around his waist, and Chris is literally about to pass out from how fucking cute that is.

Holding up a placating hand, Lisa finally retreats, closing the door behind her.

Once they’re alone, Chris steers Sebastian towards the couch, sitting down and pulling him into his lap. Sebastian lets himself be guided, straddling Chris’s thighs and giving him a coy look through his eyelashes. Chris blows out a slow breath to center himself a little, bringing up his hands to settle on Sebastian’s waist.

He knows they’ll need to talk about this at some point, but right now he can’t think of a single way to express what he’s feeling, and what this means to him. Right now, all he can do is stare at Sebastian in wonder, relishing finally getting to look at him the way he’s always wanted to: unabashedly, fondly, and very appreciative of exactly how tempting Sebastian’s lips look – especially after having been thoroughly kissed. By him.

“Fuck,” Chris breathes, overwhelmed, leaning in again to catch those pretty pink lips in another kiss.

Sebastian responds beautifully, opening up right away, melting into him. His arms wind around Chris’s shoulders, fingers scratching gently through the hair on the back of Chris’s head, making him shiver.

It’s sweet, at first; lips sliding together lazily, slow and lush, but eventually, the kisses turn a little dirtier, with nipping teeth and teasing tongues. When Sebastian bites Chris’s bottom lip a bit too hard, pulling on it, Chris literally goes cross-eyed for a second. The hand that found its way into Sebastian’s hair tightens instinctively, pulling his head back just a little.

“Oh,” Sebastian breathes, eyelids fluttering, and Chris instantly feels all his blood rushing south.

He can’t believe it. He can’t believe he has Sebastian here, in his lap, looking like innocence and sin wrapped into one, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes like it’s Chris who’s something to be desired. And Chris wants. He wants so bad, with every fiber of his being, to have Sebastian right there and then, but he has just enough presence of mind left to know that they can’t rush this, can’t make any rash decisions they might later regret if they don’t talk about what’s happening first.

Words still seem impossible, however, so instead, Chris takes one of Sebastian’s hands in his and presses a kiss to the center his palm, hoping to convey with that one gesture everything he wants to say but can’t.

When he looks back up, Sebastian blinks at him, his eyes wide and stunned, before he suddenly grabs Chris’s face between his hands and starts planting breathless kisses on his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead, and even his nose. Chris lets himself be kissed, basks in it, feeling like his heart might burst, and when Sebastian finally presses his lips to his mouth, Chris seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Despite Chris’s best intentions, it turns heated again in no time. Without his permission, his hands slide under Sebastian’s shirt, stroking the smooth, warm skin of his back, while Sebastian mouths at Chris’s jaw, then trails a path of kisses down the column of his neck.

“Seb,” Chris groans, hands tightening convulsively on Sebastian’s waist. “Sebastian, wait.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Sebastian pants, lifting his head to look down at him. He’s disheveled, his hair a mess, pupils blown, his lips red and a little raw from mouthing at Chris’s beard. He looks stunning.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Chris says honestly, touching Sebastian’s left cheek.

Sebastian ducks his head turning his face into Chris’s palm, but he’s smiling, which makes Chris smile, too, then they’re just smiling at each other like a couple of dorks.

Chris shifts their positions to get more comfortable, tugging at Sebastian until they’re both lying on the couch on their sides, face to face. Pulling him closer, into his chest, Chris swings a leg over both of Sebastian’s, and Sebastian takes the hint immediately, snuggling into Chris and tucking his head under his chin so they’re full on cuddling.

“Best fucking birthday present ever,” Chris mutters into Sebastian’s hair, his hand tracing idle patters on Sebastian’s upper arm. In reply, Sebastian presses a kiss to Chris’s chest, over his heart.

Somehow, they snooze for a little while, just drifting in and out of consciousness, neither of them seeming to want to untangle themselves from the other, until after an indeterminate amount of time, there’s a soft knock at the door.

Chris hums questioningly in reply, not wanting to wake Sebastian, and the door opens cautiously. Lisa pokes her head in again, and the moment she sees them, all wrapped around each other like that, she covers her mouth with her hands, cooing softly.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” she whispers, her eyes shining with affection and pride.

“Thanks, mom,” Chris whispers back, blinking back tears. “Love you.”

From where he’s half asleep on Chris’s chest, Sebastian murmurs, “Love you, too.”

#evanstan #rpf #my fic #or something like it #don't know what this is #happy birthday chris #Anonymous #the keep reading tag is ducked #sorry about that guys #:((

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years ago

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If You Just Realize

Part One: Blindsided

Summary: Sebastian’s close friend stands by his side as he and his family say a sad goodbye and face new obstacles in the days and weeks to come. Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Word Count: 1900 Warnings: Death, angst, sadness. Lots of creative licensing, I’m sure. Square Filled: This entire series will fill my realized feelings square for @marvelfluffbingo. A/N: I’ve much enjoyed writing this series, and I hope all of you enjoy reading it! The tag list is open; requests to be added can be done so here. There are bits and pieces of Romanian throughout the series, mostly from Google Translate and the few things I’ve picked up as I learn the language. Happy Reading!

Dismal notes sounded together in morbid harmony throughout the church as funeral attendees greeted each other in the lobby. The people filed together toward the sanctuary, offering condolences to the family as they passed. Sebastian did his best to be cordial, but between his grief and looking out for the one other person he needed to be there, he feared he wasn’t doing so well interacting with the guests.

“Calma, Sebastian,” his mother soothed, rubbing a hand over his back before she went to accept the outstretched hand of another guest. “Y/N will be here. She said she will be here, she will be here.”

Sebastian nodded and gave the next person in line a tight, sad smile. He knew that Y/N would be there; she always was when he asked for her support. The unexpected circumstances of his life, however, made him anxious for her presence.

In the last few days, Sebastian had thought often of a song released sometime around his senior year of high school. The real troubles in life, the spoken-word song warned, are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at four P.M. on some idle Tuesday. The hour was earlier than four in the afternoon, but it was a Tuesday when he received the call telling him that his sister Irina had been involved in a fatal car accident on her way to work that morning. The doctors had been optimistic taking her into surgery, but her injuries were more extensive than the hospital staff had been able to read on x-rays and CT scans. While on the operating table, Irina’s heart stopped. The surgeon had been unable to restart the organ.

A pleasantly feminine, floral scent invaded his nostrils as soft fingers intertwined with his, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked to his side to see Y/N Y/L/N next to him. Her eyes met his, and she squeezed his hand.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Seb. LaGuardia was a disaster.”

He leaned to kiss her cheek. “Don’t apologize. Thank you for coming. I’m not sure I could have done this without you.”

“Even if you could, I wouldn’t have let you,” she returned.

Finally, the last of the guests had filed into the sanctuary, and the family could take their places at the front. Sebastian’s mother stepped out of line to hug Y/N and thank her also for being there. Y/N replied in Romanian, something she had learned after becoming friends with Sebastian all those years ago. She wasn’t fluent, but she could comfortably hold a conversation.

“Trebuia să fiu aici.” She had to be there, not from a sense of obligation, but because she wanted to support Sebastian and his family in whatever way she could.

When they were all seated, Sebastian between his mother and Y/N, and his stepfather on the other side of his mother, the priest began the service. Sebastian hadn’t let go of Y/N’s hand since she had intertwined their fingers when she arrived. Occasionally, he would squeeze her hand, and she squeezed back every time. If he needed the reminder that she was there, then she would give it.

After the eulogy and the singing and the praying had all wrapped up, Sebastian stepped out of the pew with the other pallbearers to carry his sister’s casket to the church parking lot where the hearse was waiting to take her to the cemetery. He clenched his jaw in an effort to hold back the tears glazing over his eyes.

Y/N walked behind his mother and stepfather in the processional out of the sanctuary but hung back with the crowd when the walked to the car at the front of the line of cars. Georgeta turned and motioned for her to join.

“We know what you mean to my Sebastian,” the older woman assured. “Irina would want you with us as much as possible today.”

Y/N gave her a tight smile and followed the family into the black limousine. Sebastian joined them a couple of minutes later, sliding onto the seat beside her. He took her hand again.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he told her quietly as the driver pulled out of the church lot.

She nodded once. “Your mother said Irina would want it this way. I was going to ride with someone else, or take a cab.”

“No, you should be here with us. Mom’s right, Irina would want it this way. But I mean here. For the whole thing.”

She squeezed his hand and held his gaze. “Seb. There’s no way I wasn’t going to be here. I’m around as long as you need me to be, okay?”

He swallowed down the lump in his throat and kissed her forehead. Besides his mother and his sister, no woman was close to him like Y/N. They had become friends when they both had bit parts in the same movie, extremely early on in their careers. The friendship had clicked so easy, they kept in touch and grew closer as the years went on. The media had speculated for years that they were more than friends, but romance had never been a part of their relationship.

After the burial, the day was only partially over. Sebastian was ready to go home and rest, but there was a whole wake to get through yet. He hoped the gathering would pass quickly and maybe he wouldn’t be required to interact with too many people.

Guests were busy eating the well-catered food, which gave him the opportunity to visit more with his mother and stepfather. Y/N had gone to the bathroom to freshen up, giving his mother the opportunity to bring up an issue that she hadn’t wanted to stress her son over until they got through the burial.

“Irina and I talked once about what to do if something like this happened,” Georgeta began. “It was not long after the baby was born. She was supposed to get it in writing, make it all legal. But she was going to school, raising her daughter. She didn’t get it done. And now …”

Sebastian licked his lips and picked up his water glass. “Now it’s too late.”

Georgeta nodded. “She wanted you to take Milena.”

Some mechanism in the swallowing process malfunctioned when his mother made the announcement. He coughed and attempted to clear his throat without causing too much of a scene. He had all but recovered when Y/N returned to the table.

“Everything all right?” she asked, patting him a couple of times on the back. Nobody said anything. She raised her brow, waiting for Sebastian to come clean.

Before he could answer, the sound of little feet running in their direction put a halt to the conversation. A little girl in a black dress with curly pigtails was rushing towards them, her arms outstretched.

“Uncle Seb!”

“Milena!” Sebastian exclaimed, stepping out of his chair and swooping the toddler up into his arms. Her chubby little hands squeezed his face so that his lips puckered like a fish. Sebastian laughed and switched his hold to balance her on his hip. “I’m so glad you’re here, munchkin. I missed you.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder and whispered, “Miss you.”

Georgeta and Anthony greeted the little girl, but she refused to be held by anyone except Sebastian. Once her grandmother and grandfather were distracted in conversation by the woman who had brought Milena to the reception, the girl pointed to Y/N.

“Uncle Seb, who that is?”

Sebastian smiled and sat with Milena so that she could be closer to eye level with Y/N. “This is my very good friend, Y/N. You met her before, but you were a tiny baby, so you probably don’t remember.”

Y/N smiled kindly at the little girl. “Hello, Milena. Your Uncle Seb told me you were pretty. I like your dress — you look just like a princess.”

That was all it took to win the little girl over. She settled comfortably on Seb’s lap while they adults spoke, smiling often at Y/N and asking a couple questions here and there. Y/N was making faces in an effort to make Milena laugh, and distract her from the somewhat heated conversation that seemed to be erupting between the woman who had brought Milena, Sebastian, and his parents. When the voices really got loud, Y/N reached out to take Milena.

“Are you hungry, princess? We can see what snacks are left at the food table.”

Milena went willingly, walking hand in hand with Y/N, who winked at Sebastian over her shoulder as they walked away. He gave her a grateful smile and turned back to his parents and Milena’s paternal grandmother, Alice.

“I know that Connor didn’t want to part of Milena’s life,” Alice was saying, “but that doesn’t mean Tim and I don’t want to be. My son’s choices are his own. I think we should explore the option of joint custody.”

Anthony sighed. “We don’t want to keep Milena from you, certainly, but Irina’s wishes were for her to be with her uncle. My daughter was very clear on the matter. Since Connor signed his rights away when the baby was born, I think it best that we honor what her mother wanted for her.”

“I can give her a very good life,” Sebastian interjected, “and you can see her whenever you like. I live right here in the city.”

Alice pursed her lips. “And when you’re working? I know you can afford to give her a good life, but there’s more to raising a child than the financial component.”

Sebastian bit his tongue. He had a lot to say, but none of it was kind or productive. None of it was going to help his case. He leaned back in his chair, letting his parents take over from there. As he glanced around the room, he saw Y/N and Milena standing by the food table. Both of them were smiling, and Milena was pointing to all the different things she wanted to try. Y/N held the plate with two hands as she crouched down so that Milena could pick up a grape in one hand and a cube of cheese in the other. Milena took a bite of the cheese then grinned up at Y/N, wrinkling her little nose.

The scene comforted him in a way he didn’t think was possible up to that moment. As he continued to watch his best friend and his niece interact, the seed of an idea was planted in Sebastian’s mind. He immediately told himself he was being ridiculous, but the thought tugged at his heartstrings and pulled on one end of his mouth, almost evoking a smile.

Y/N locked eyes with him as she followed Milena back to the table, a silent warning that any arguments needed to come to a stop. As the conversation between Alice and his parents didn’t seem to be slowing down, Sebastian pushed out of his chair and approached them.

“How about I take my two favorite girls to the park across the street? I know a little girl who loves to swing,” Sebastian smiled.

Milena clapped her sticky hands and reached for Sebastian to pick her up. He obliged, and once she had set Milena’s plate of snacks on the table, Y/N followed them out to the park.

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#marvelfluffbingo2020 #sebastian stan #fanfiction #reader insert #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian x reader #fluff #angst #drama #tw: death #queue and i remember budapest very differently

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wizardysseus · 4 years ago

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i was thinking about once upon a time (abc) in bed this morning so i decided to write this list

subject to change, since awhile ago i was in the middle of season 6 when they took it off netflix and i never quite got around to picking it back up. i’m gonna finish if it kills me i promise

top 5 things about once upon a time

5. anna frozen

when ouat introduced frozen characters, most fans decided the show had jumped the shark. they were not wrong. however, it was this very thing that allowed the show to be fun again! after an excruciatingly bad season 3 (we will get to that), bringing on anna and elsa literally transported directly from their own unaltered story in cheap ass versions of their unaltered movie costumes allowed the show to let loose and do... basically whatever it wanted. this became the hallmark of the show for those who stuck with it: absolutely not making sense at all, but being fun about it. post-season-three ouat becomes a totally different soap opera from season one, but by god you are never bored.*

personally, the flashback episode where anna annoys rumpelstiltskin and gets the better of him and he’s so fucking mad about it is like top 10 episodes**

4. 2x16 “the miller’s daughter”

this episode is just another personal favorite. it exemplifies what this show was really good at when it was good, and also where everything went wrong. i think cora is a great example of a good ouat villain, i think the twist on the rumpelstiltskin story is great, i think the dramatic beats really work.

...and in typical ouat fashion, cora immediately dies and two more villains we don’t care about at all are introduced. (sonequa forgive me you know i’m in love with you but tamara was nothing. it’s not your fault.) yes we get that great scene of snow aggressively doing archery practice while listening to “bad reputation” but was it worth killing off a compelling villain just as you’d dug into her story?

3. the commitment to regina’s redemption

and lana parrilla in general. i mean i’m gay and she’s hot but the worse the show got, the more acting lana gave it. and this is just speculation, but i think lana is more comfortable with drama than with camp? because regina becomes a much more interesting character as someone conflicted and on the path to redemption than as a villain. and by god, they were gonna redeem regina.

if only she had been gay we really could have had it all.

2. rumpelstiltskin

the sweet spot with rumpelstiltskin for me was seasons one and two when he was unabashedly bastard, there was an attempt to make him sympathetic but nobody except belle actually liked him, you weren’t quite sure how much he knew, he was pulling all the strings, and he was just really fucking weird. it will surprise no one who follows this blog to hear that that is my type of wizard.

1. season one

it’s a good season. it’s a good season. there are some bad things about it, but it was extremely watchable. it was doing fairy tales with occasional disney nods in a (mostly) cohesive fashion. the lore and the magic hadn’t sprawled out of control yet. it had the strongest relationship, imo, between emma and henry, and emma and snow. as for iconic episodes, most of the greats are here, plus sebastian stan as the mad hatter and giancarlo esposito as a series regular. the crowning moment for me is the scene at the end of skin deep, when regina confronts gold in the town jail and he reveals that he remembers his real name (after beating the shit out of belle’s dad with his cane obviously). god. that is some good television.

worst 5 things about once upon a time

5. the adoption politics but everyone knows this one.

4. WASTING the talent

you had the love of my life sonequa martin-green and gave her nothing. you somehow scored oded fehr as jafar and gave him nothing. you had giancarlo esposito and regina literally forgot he existed. i will kill you

3. rumpelstiltskin.

it’s no secret that robert carlyle was acting circles around most of the cast; my opinion is that the showrunners felt that if they committed to either his redemption or his villainy, they would never find someone else with the talent to fill his shoes as bastard wizard. so they flip-flopped on him every half-season, which ruins his story longterm, slowly kills the light in robert’s eyes, and gets reallllllly old. it’s also no secret that my favorite rumpelstiltskin is bastard wizard, but they screwed over belle BIG time in the process and for that i will never forgive them.

also like. the rumpelstiltskin fairy tale is antisemitic to begin with and they did not minimize that by comparing him to a lizard and naming his storybrooke counterpart mr gold. they just. did that.

2. THE FUCKING NEVERLAND ARC GOD IN CHRIIIIIIIIIIIST THAT HALF-SEASON IS EXCRUCIATING

1. captain hook

*it’s my opinion that if you are bored, you’re watching a hook-centric episode. every time i dropped the show and forgot about it for months at a time, it was because i had been in the middle of an episode about hook and just could not get through it. how do i describe all the things i don’t like about what killian hook jones did to the show? with subpoints!

1a. the episode where gold gives him back his hand and he never changes.

**this is actually the same episode i mentioned about anna and, like i said, it’s one of my favorites and not at all boring. look, i’m not pretending this list isn’t subjective as hell.

remember when hook blackmailed mr gold into magically reattaching his hand, which gold has been keeping in a jar, because hook has a date with emma and wants it to go well? but also, gold tells him that if he reattaches his hand with dark magic, it will turn him evil? and then hook spends the episode doing evil things, only for mr gold to tell him “i was just messing with you! the hand was not evil, you gave yourself permission to be evil ;)”

yeah, that’s basically hook’s mo.

1b. episode where emma tells him his brother is lying to him and he learns the exact wrong lesson from this and never changes.

so emma goes to the underworld to get hook back after he dies (while being evil and doing villainous things). they find his brother down there, too, and emma senses that he has a dark secret (because he does) and is lying to them (because he is). but hook always idolized his older brother, so he won't believe her. when emma confronts the brother directly, hook interrupts to rant to her about how he knows what this is ~really all about.

actual dialogue:

HOOK: i don't need proof to know what's really going on here. emma, when are you gonna admit that this isn't really about my brother? EMMA: what else would you think it was about? HOOK: us. you think if you can prove that liam is a villain, then i’ll somehow feel like i was less of one.

who... would EVER come to that conclusion. and why is the lesson he learns at the end “perhaps i do deserve saving after all” (another direct quote), and not “NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, BECAUSE EMMA WAS LITERALLY RIGHT ABOUT YOUR BROTHER LYING TO EVERYONE”????

1c. the emma dark one arc, where hook never changes.

this would be the arc that leads up to the above underworld arc, and it is deeply dumb, entertaining, and hard to explain. suffice it to say, during this whole arc, killian (along with emma) has all the powers and ~~~Darkness~~~ of the dark one (formerly rumpelstiltskin). unlike emma, he is not aware of this for most of the season. the moment he finally finds out, he turns on emma and goes through with all the revenge plans he’s apparently been holding onto since season two.

it’s supposed to be sympathetic, because emma made this choice for him to be a dark one, which is clearly awful, when he didn’t want it. so i get that. but on the other hand, it is..... boring. because (a) it's nothing we haven't seen him try to do and fail at before, his motivations really aren't that complex. and more importantly, (b) he was the dark one the whole time! the only thing that changed, that made him act evil, was finding out about it. at that point, it's not the ~~~Darkness~~~ making you do evil things. it’s just you. because you’re a dick.

how is this arc resolved? well, he dies. after the underworld arc (which i very much enjoyed tbf), a sizable part of robin hood’s death episode is devoted to people telling emma to slow down and grieve for killian, since at least two arcs have revolved around her inability to let hook go when he is literally dying or dead. (it’s been said a million times but being his girlfriend really sucked the personality out of emma and i miss her.) and in the end he just... comes back anyway. no explanation given; he says it must be a reward from zeus for killing hades... while he and emma make out literally in front of the coffin of robin hood... who actually died fighting hades. killian died half a season before. while he was evil. and emma reverts to tearful girlfriend.

it’s insulting. it’s grating. and it is a Killian Hook Jones Guarantee that his episodes will involve some measure of this.

like, is it more or less the same shtick that the writers kept giving rumpelstiltskin, too? backsliding and screwing over his love interest who gets less and less say in the matter? yes. definitely. the crucial difference is that i, personally, love rumpelstiltskin, while i find hook boring and not self-aware. but clearly i have had a lot of fun complaining about him! again, this is not an objective list.

conclusions

this show ran for 7 years. it got cancelled not because it deserved to, but because no one liked the soft reboot. it was on until 2018.

#thoughts #once upon a time #long post

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patdkoala · 2 years ago

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Familiar Feeling

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT NO PLOT (They literally just met), unprotected sex, they fuck everywhere

I just moved into a new apartment with my two best friends, Faith and Lane.

Faith is a writer and swears that the Marvel actor, Sebastian Stan lives in our apartment building. Lane is an actor and she agrees with me and thinks that Faith is losing her mind.

None of us have seen him in the building. He is like our own little myth.

One day, Faith was out at a meeting and Lane was at an audition.

I was left alone so I was just cleaning up the apartment. I cleaned my room and the main courters. I then decided to take the trash out and on my way, I swear I saw Sebastian taking his trash out.

He smiled at me as he passed by me.

I quickly turned around and spoke.

"You're Sebastian Stan aren't you," I said as he nodded.

"Yeah, we're neighbors I think. I've seen you around," He said.

"You've seen me around? My two roommates have been on the lookout for you ever since my one roommate thought she saw you in the laundry room."

"Yeah, I've seen you around. You always wear those shorts with the pink string," He said as he eyed me up and down.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were flirting with me, Mr. Stan," I said as I smirked at him.

"What if I was? And it's Sebastian."

I just smiled at him and then walked past him to dump my garbage.

"I'm going to go back up to my apartment where my two roommates are not and I am going to run a bath to wash off the trash shoute," I said as I sashayed past him. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I moved past him.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I said as his eyes averted back to my eyes.

He dropped his trash off and then followed me into the elevator.

I stood against one wall and he stood against the other with his hands in his pockets.

I was the one standing closest to the buttons so I pushed the emergency stop button.

Sebastian practically flung his body over to me and pinned me against a wall.

"Needy girl needs me so bad, huh?" He asked as he wrapped a hand in my hair and neck. He kissed me so deeply and passionately. I'd never been touched like this before and didn't want it to stop.

He went over and turned the elevator back on.

We got off on my floor. I do quite literally mean, got off.

I held his hand and led him into my apartment.

"It's really clean in here. It smells like you," He said as he took a deep breath.

I smiled at the thought that he already likes the smell of me after one day together. Not even one day. Maybe a couple minutes. We've just immediately clicked with each other.

"Do you want something to drink? Maybe something to eat? We might have some leftovers in the fridge."

"No, only you," He said as he sighed and sat down on my couch.

I smiled and walked over to him on the couch.

I stood in front of him and he pulled my pants down along with my panties. He then pulled down his pants and underwear.

I sat down on him facing him.

He moaned out as I rode him. He grabbed at my hips and I tugged on him all over.

"Fuck, you feel better than I thought," He said as he grabbed my ass and squeezed tightly.

"Oh my god," I moaned as I came around him. He pushed me off of him before he came inside of me.

I pulled my pants and he pulled up his haphazardly right before we heard the door open to the apartment.

"Oh my god! Did you hear? Apparently, someone saw Sebastian Stan leave the elevator on THIS floor!" Faith yelled as she and Lane entered the room.

"HOLY FUCK!" Lane screamed as she smacked her hand to her face.

"You're Sebastian Stan," Faith said as Sebastian stood up and he shyly smiled and waved at the two girls.

"Yeah, he's going to be here for a bit. We were just uhm. Hanging out," I said as Sebastian turned pink and the girls quickly gathered their belongings and then turned around and left the apartment.

"I'm sorry about them. They are just fangirls and I was just-"

He pulled me into another kiss. A kiss that felt like we knew each other. Like we are closer than we actually are.

"You taste so good and I can't get enough of it," He said as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his hips.

He carried me to the kitchen counter and sat me down on top of it.

He pulled my soaked panties down along with his pants to show that he was already hard again.

I was trembling and waiting for him again.

He pushed himself into me and found a steady pace as he hit my G-Spot ever so often. Enough to make me squirm and scream under his touch.

He had one hand on my lower back, holding me up so I don't fall off the counter. The other hand was on the counter steadying himself so he didn't fall to his knees.

I came again and he pulled out again.

"I think that just about finished me off," He said as he put his pants on. I slid off the counter like a puddle.

"I don't even think I remember how to walk," I said as he held me by the waist to stabilize me.

"Oh, Sebastian. Don't touch me like that unless you want me all over you again," I said as he removed his hands ever so slowly. I thought I was going to fall right then and there.

So I did.

I slowly fell to my knees. His hands went to my hair as I undid his pants that were on his body for less than a few minutes.

I sucked him off as he braced himself by holding onto the counter behind me.

"Please," He moaned as I continued. I knew he barely had anything left in him and this was probably hurting him. But, him begging me like that felt so good.

He tugged on my head a little once he released it in my mouth.

I stood up and wiped my mouth off.

"Go spit in the sink," He said as I opened my mouth to show him I'd already swallowed.

"That's disgusting," He said with a hidden smirk.

We both cleaned up and I went to change.

He was sitting on the couch just scrolling through his phone when I came back.

"I should get going because I have an appointment for a photoshoot but, I would love to take you out on a real date sometime. Today was the best day I've had in a really long time," He said as he handed me a piece of paper with his number on it.

"Call me," He said as he walked over and kissed me before walking out the door.

Lane and Faith came home later that night and I felt dirty so I cleaned the counter and I mopped the floor. But I forgot about the couch.

It wasn't until late late that night when Faith was sitting on the couch next to me. "What are these stains?" She asked as I just looked between her and Lane.

"Those stains are-" I paused before trying to come up with something. "Yeah, I don't know what those stains are."

#sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan can do whatever he wants to me and I would be grateful

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buckyownsmylife · 5 years ago

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

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

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

Y/N’s P.O.V.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll have a beer, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sebastian’s P.O.V.

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N’s P.O.V.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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crazyyfilmyfreak · 4 years ago

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The Devil All the Time ( 2020 )

OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS FREE REVIEW

"There's a lot of no-good sons of bitches out there"

Okay alright first of all

This is not your generic go-to netflix crime thriller if you are watching it with that intention everything is wrong with you

This Film is dark , not just dark but dark as hell which is filled with gore elements which also includes a multi layered story telling and the film is filled with a group of astonishing cast members and every one of them has a potential to carry the whole film on their shoulders with no hard work but just with grace and ease so these reasons altogether might have over hyped few people's expectations and i think that is the main reason why i am seeing some mixed reviews here and there online or maybe just because you started watching this film with a very wrong intent or wrong mind set like i said before and i am stressing this so much because of in my opinion this film is just perfect maybe there are flaws obviously every film will have flaws but i just couldn't see them ? Maybe because i am a big fan of tom holland i might be little biased but to me this film is top notch and this is a perfect film film

Now speaking about the cast & film overall

This is a very slow paced slow burning piece of art

It takes you to the places you can never think of mentally and it makes you feel completely lost in emotions by the end of the film making you numb

Antonio Campos is a fucking genius i love his way of story telling

He's honest , he knows what he is doing , he loves taking risks and he never fears when ever he goes out of the conventional film making style and i very much love how he connected every character in the film like i mean every character in the film is interconnected and if you remove any one character you will feel the void , disturbance and unbalance in the film.

Film lovers might argue with me or hate me for saying this but i feel this film is so much better than christine 👀🤝🏻 atleast to me ? And this is coming from a person who also loved it a lot

Now the cast

I cant speak about everyone in the film because this has such a long list of talented actors 😭 who rocked in the film i am only going to speak abt some of my favourite performances as of now i promise to speak about every other cast member and their performance in the later days coz i am very sure this is a film i am going to talk a lot from now and this is also a film that i am going to watch and enjoy in the future days

First TOM FUCKING HOLLAND

I have been seeing this dude's films even before the civil war where he played the spidey role and i always felt he was a very raw and potential actor since his childhood but after seeing him in civil war and spider man hoco its just impossible for me to not like him as an actor ? HE IS SO GOOD ON SCREEN and he makes you believe everything when ever he's on screen maybe its swinging from wall to wall or putting a donut or whatever into a guys mouth while kicking his ass and making it look bad ass af🔥 few might feel this are such a silly examples to say but to me this is about how tom brings a realistic approach to a scene and makes it good and i have always been a big fan of tom holland since spiderman hoco and this is nothing related to tdat but y'all might already know timothee was the second closest option of mcu to cast as spidey and tom grabbed that role ever since tom is just busy with mcu films and where as timothee had a incredible and unbelievable growth as an ACTOR for real to me that is stunning because he did it in such short of span and to me as fan of tom holland part of me was always loving him as spidey but a big heart of me felt a void and sad because tom is missing a lot of great opportunities which has a chance to showcase his real acting abilities which made me think what if timothee got the spidey role instead of tom? Maybe we would have seen a serious tom holland as an actor and this thought killed me everytime but everything happens for a reason and tom holland is undoubtedly the best spidey we have ever got and anyways when films like tdat happen many people realise and understand how great and how fucking incredible tom holland is as an actor and i love when everyone appreciate him for this !! It makes my heart very happy and this is the exact reason why this film is so personal and special to me

Sorry for completely deviating from the film but this is tumblr and i am not a serious film critic lol so forgive me.

And speaking about his performance in the film he is just surreal and outstanding . The character that he played is a very complicated one not many relate to that character but every one can understand his emotions, actions and intentions in the film and all the credit goes to tom for bringing a life to that character and playing it in such a beautiful way listen to me very carefully when i am saying this not many actors from this generation can bring bundle of emotions at the same time in a same scene but tom holland does that with such an ease and i stg i am not exaggerating if you watch the film you will know what i mean !! And i am very proud to say i am his big fan

Now Robbert pattinson

What the fuck should i talk about this asshole 😂🖕?

My dude's been killing it since remember me and as an actor like i said in the Tenet Review he has matured a lot as an actor since good time and he played a very powerful and sick role in the film i am not gonna spoil it for others just go and watch the fucking film atleast for him he did a great job and i dont understand how the women and gays are dealing with him? Seriously even as a straight guy its hard for me to concentrate on the film or scenes where ever he's present because this asshole is so fucking hot and sexy 👉👈 The directors should either deglamorise him by making him fat or bald or just hide his face with prosthetic make up or sth just like how directors hide tom hardy's face in every film he's in 🙄. Now coming back to his performance its really hard to dominate him when ever he's on screen dude just want all the attention towards him , such a selfish actor huh

Bill Skarsgard

He played a very important and crucial role in the film he maynot have big screen time but we can totally feel his presence through out the film i think this one sentence explains how important his character is to the film and how well he potrayed the role and he's the only guy in the film who got an incredible character growth throughout his journey in the film

Harry Melling

It would be very unfair if i dont speak about harry's performance in tdat

DUDE KILLED IT . HE SCARED ME WITH HIS EMOTIONS AND EXPRESSIONS . He didn't even a play a negative role but he just added a lot of depth not only to his character but also the film with his intimidating portrayal

Sebastian stan

This is the most honest and a very raw performance from Sebastian stan so far ( i am saying this based on the films that i have seen of his ) i just wish he had more screen time thats the only thing that i didnt like in the film also there are so many blanks that needs to be filled about his character

Eliza Scanlen

I dont remember her from any film or tv series that i have seen before but she's outstanding in the film , the character doesnt have much something new to offer so i can't speak a lot for her but as far as the character concerned she did her best and her performance is a impressive one and many people are gonna love her .

Riley Keough

Unlike the previous films & tv series she's been in

This film gave her a very challenging role and she's the only women in the film who's been through ups and downs and has a very complicated but a impressive character growth with minimal limitations and dimensions

She was fabulous and incredible . It just stuns me how the character has begin and how it ended at the end

And special mention to jason clarke and the old couple who played grandparents ( kind of ) to Arvin Russel and lenora . Not all heroes wear the cape.

Finally despite the mention of god several times in the film this is not really about god at all its about the DEVIL , The DEMON that carries and plays a very pivotal role in the film you cannot see it but you can sense it and feel it

Its about the blind faith, its about the irreversible & inescapable fate . I really love how Antonio Campos has connected all the dots by the end of the film with a very impressive film making and with a steady gothic theme running till the end internally and i haven't completely finished the book ( The devil all the time ) but if anyone really wants to completely bring the book life they cannot do it in a single film it will take you atleast 4 or 5 tv series to do so but Antonio Campos did it with a single film and added a very deep meaning to the core of the film w/o deviating from the roots of the book & even touched the aspects like duality of a man and some of you grateful fucks are complaining about him

OBVIOUSLY films ard subjective but you all need to be more open about this film

In simple words please fucking watch this film guys 🤗❤

This one is not for everyone but everyone will have atleast a small aspect in the film that y'all are going to like / love / hate / discuss about.

The devil all the time is violent , brutal , honest and perfect in every possible way atleast to me and i really want you all to watch it if you're into such type of stuff

Remember No country for old men ? Now make it 10 times more violent but add some meaning to it with a realistic approach but more slow burning drama and a little bit of darkness ... now that is what The Devil all the time is .

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 5 years ago

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Crush

The reader is an actress and meets Sebastian at a wrap party. Fortunately, they both have something in common; they have a crush on each other.

You woke up to the sound of your roommate and co-star, Tom, walking into the apartment you were sharing. You’d spent most of the day moping because you’d finally wrapped all of your scenes for Far From Home, and you were missing it already. You didn’t have many scenes with him, but Jake was the definition of crazy and you could have used some of that. Tom was already your best friend, and your roommate, so you always saw enough of him. And tonight was maybe the last time you were going to see everyone together; it was the wrap party and you weren’t sure you could even fit into your dress because you were so bloated from eating ice cream all day.

“What’s wrong with you?” Tom asked, looking you up and down. You shrugged, looking over at the pint of ice cream and bowl of popcorn you’d left sitting on the coffee table.

“Just moping,” you responded.

“Well, stop. Get ready for the party and we can pregame.” You scoffed. You didn’t usually drink copious amounts of alcohol, but maybe tonight was the night. “Please? I don’t want to be the drunk one.”

“Whatever,” you responded as you sat up. You cleaned up your mess before taking a shower, doing your hair and makeup, and getting into your dress. It was a little slutty, but you had been feeling confident when you got it because you were training at that point. You looked damn good in it, too, and there was one person you had your eyes on. Sebastian Stan, the guy who played Bucky. You’d met him a few times, but only in passing. You’d never had a conversation with him, but from everything you’d heard he was sweet. You were probably sweet to him, just a kid, but if you said you didn’t like him, you’d be lying. You had a hard crush on him, and while Tom had figured it out and insisted you ask him out, you’d refused. You didn’t know him, first of all. There was no way he would go out with someone so young. That, and your best friend was Tom. He was all but a brother, and contrary to popular belief he could be intimidating to anyone who got you home too late at night.

“Ow!” Tom marveled as you walked out. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Thank God, you look amazing.”

“You’re supposed to tell me I’m always pretty,” you frowned.

“You’re always pretty. Now come on, let’s go.” You grabbed your fully charged phone, your purse, and walked out of the apartment with Tom. He dragged you to two liquor stores before finding what he wanted, and then you Ubered over to Jake’s house. It was eccentric, to say the least. Like him. He was cool, though. You loved having him around.

You drank the least out of both of them, worried about throwing up because of course Tom had to get tequila, and just sat back and laughed as they were their stupid selves. Finally the alarm on Jake’s phone sounded and another car picked you up to head over to the venue. You vaguely recognized some of the other actors, never really having met them since you weren’t in the other films. You finally saw Sebastian, standing with Anthony, and tried to come up with a reason to talk to him. You must have watched him for two or three minutes out of the corner of your eye before you saw him go up to the bar, probably to get more drinks.

“Oh, can you get me one?” Tom asked when you muttered that you were going.

“I’m going to shoot my shot, but maybe on the way back, big guy.” You pat his shoulder and walked toward the bar, ID in hand. You looked like a high schooler to anyone that knew you from movies, because you often played them. But with real makeup on you turned your actual age, and you could only hope that was going to serve you well tonight.

“Oh, hey!” Sebastian said to you as you walked up to the bar, taking a seat at the counter. “You’re playing MJ, right?”

“Yeah,” you responded with a smile. “I promise I’m old enough to drink.” He chuckled.

“I believe you. I’m not so sure these guys will, though. I’m Sebastian, by the way. I played Bucky, with the hair.”

“Didn’t recognize you without the fake arm and the face mask,” you said. “I, Tonya was a fucking masterpiece. By the way.”

“That mustache never looked good on me, I don’t think. But it was such a good thing to work on, especially after doing all of these action movies. It was really fun.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m doing an indie movie this summer and I can not wait to get a break from the action.” You continued a quick conversation until the bartender pulled you out of it, asking for your drink order. You went with a vodka cranberry, your usual, and noticed that Sebastian only got one beer for himself.

“I’ll tell you what, I hate these things sometimes,” Sebastian said as he watched a room full of people that were only familiar to those who worked on the movie would know. “It’s like, thanks for inviting me, I know three people. Not that I’m not grateful, but…”

“I know what you mean,” you interrupted. “I spent half the afternoon pre-gaming with Tom and Jake and I kind of just want to go to Waffle House and go to bed.” Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“That’s a thing? People in Atlanta actually, like, go to Waffle House?” You actually laughed out loud at that one.

“Duh! I grew up in Florida and they’re definitely the best drunk food around. I was so sad when I moved to New York and couldn’t get any.”

Long story short, you and Sebastian talked most of the night. You even did shots together when Robert offered to pay for one for everyone. You spoke to Tom for a minute as he was getting another drink, but he saw you with Sebastian and excused himself back to where he was talking with Jacob and Harrison.

“I thought they’d have more food,” Sebastian said quietly after a second of silence. “I’m half drunk and starving. This might be weird to ask, but do you want to go to Waffle House?” In ten minutes you’d both left the party and were on the way to get the best drunk food there could possibly be. You sat down in a corner booth that you and Tom often sat in on nights when you were just too excited to film the next day and couldn’t sleep.

“I have to confess something,” Sebastian said as he was destroying a plate of hash browns a few minutes later. You looked up at him, stopping pouring the syrup all over your waffle. “I thought you were intimidating. Until I talked to you.”

“That’s what everyone says! I don’t understand why because I literally look like a child.” He laughed.

“No, you’re gorgeous. You just look like you could kill someone if they look at you the wrong way. And I respect that. You’re cool.”

“Then I have something to confess.” Maybe it was the vodka and the tequila making decisions for you, but you were going to shoot your shot. If it ended up that he thought it was dumb, you could just turn it into a joke and take a bite of your waffle.

“What might that be?” He wiped his hands on a napkin and waited. You looked away for a second, seeing a text on your phone from Tom asking where the hell you were.

“I kind of have, like, a massive crush on you. It’s literally the dumbest thing ever, I’m twelve.” You drank a sip of water, waiting for an answer. Instead you got a grin from Sebastian. Those stupid, perfect lips were turned into a smile and his face was slightly flushed because he was still a little buzzed and he looked absolutely adorable.

“It’s not dumb. I think I might have a crush on you, too. This doesn’t count as a first date, though, does it?”

“It’s Waffle House, it’s basically a five star restaurant.” He sat back on the bench, thinking about something, and then responded. “Are you sure you want someone who can barely drink legally, though?”

“You’re cool, that’s all I care about. You’re pretty and funny and I have a massive crush on you.” He turned your own words against you, and you couldn’t help but smile. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Nothing,” you responded.

“Then, if that’s okay with you, I’d like to put this crush to the test and take you out.”

“I’d like that.” You looked down at your food and continued eating, glad that you’d finally told him you liked him. You couldn’t have imagined your night ending that way, but it did. Once Sebastian begged you to let him pay for the food he had sobered up enough to go back to the venue and get his car.

“I can get an Uber, you really don’t have to drive all the way across town.”

“I want to,” he replied with a smile on his face. So you got in and he drove you home. You groaned at the sight of a light still on in the apartment, knowing that Tom was about to grill you about where you’d been and why you’d abandoned him. “I’ll walk you up. It’s dark.”

“Thanks.” He opened your door for you and let you lead him down to the apartment, where you stopped at the lobby. “I literally don’t even have your phone number.”

“Oh, you’re right, hold on.” In a minute he’d Airdropped you his phone number and sent you a text just to make sure it went through. “I’ll text you. God, that sounds so lame. Is that what kids these days say?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Thanks for walking me back up. Drive safe.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You were in absolute heaven when you turned around and walked into the lobby of the apartment, and just to make sure he was okay you watched him walk back to his car. He drove away a minute later and you turned to go to the elevator.

“Where have you been?” Tom asked loudly, as soon as you walked into the apartment. “I was freaking out! Your location just said you were at Waffle House, but you didn’t respond, so I thought your phone got stolen or you died or…” He was definitely still half-drunk, you decided, when he stumbled over his words and his voice broke.

“I was with Sebastian,” you explained. Tom smiled.

“So you told him about…”

“Yep. I told him I have a crush on him and he said the same thing. We’re going out tomorrow night.”

“That’s my girl!” Tom high-fived you and giggled his way through the rest of the night. As you turned to your phone, you saw it light up with a text from Sebastian.

Pick you up tomorrow at 7??

Definitely.

A/N: I loved writing this one so I hope you like it too!!! A date with Seb would be 🥺🥺

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imagining-supernatural · 5 years ago

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What Happens in Vegas...

Part 1 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: You wake up in Vegas with a brand new wedding ring on your finger next to Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 1641

A/N: I am super excited about this series! And it’s completely written (except maybe an epilogue), so I won’t leave you hanging when writer’s block hits.

What was a Vegas weekend without waking with a major hangover and a random naked guy next to you?

Ideal. That’s what that would be.

Yet, here you were. Hungover as hell. With a naked guy next to you. In your hotel room. So you couldn’t even sneak out.

Not Ideal.

Aw well. This was your last Vegas weekend ever, so you might as well go out with a bang.

The form beside you groaned and shifted until you could see his face.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, prompting him to squint at you, slowly waking up. It didn’t take long for his blue eyes to open. Eyes you’d only seen on the big screen. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”

“Who are you?” He shot back, voice still scratchy with slumber.

“This is my hotel room so I think my question should get answered first.” Sitting up, you pulled the sheet up to your chin. It was pretty obvious what had happened last night, but if he was even half as drunk as you had been, he wouldn’t remember. So… there was no need to flash your assets.

Sebastian Stan – yes, the Sebastian Stan – looked around for a moment before his thoughts were gathered enough. “I… don’t remember. I mean, I think I remember you from a club? But the rest of the night is blurry.”

“Yeah. I’m dealing with a lot of different kinds of headaches right now.” As soon as he left, you were going to dig out your medication and down a pill or two. You must have forgotten to take your pills last night.

His eyes widened when he looked at your hands holding the sheet up to cover your body. “You’re married? Fuck, how did I not notice that last night. I—shit.”

“Married? I’m sure as shit not—” Now it was your turn to ogle the giant ring on your left hand. “Wait a goddamn minute.”

The look of disbelief he was giving you sent your mind into hyper drive. “You’re saying that we…”

“Not necessarily. I mean, maybe it’s just a ring, you know? Maybe, shit I don’t know. Maybe it’s fake and we won it from one of those machines where you put a quarter in and twist the knob and you get a toy, you know?” By this point, you weren’t talking to Sebastian anymore. You were muttering to yourself, trying to calm the fuck down. And, for the record, when you tapped the diamond you knew it definitely wasn’t plastic. There was still the hope it was fake. Glass or something…

“And even if we did have a ceremony, that doesn’t mean it’s legal, right? Like, there have to be documents filed with the state and shit. I feel like I would have remembered that. But if we did file those, we’re in Vegas! The town that probably processes more annulments than any other city. It can’t be that hard. We’ll sign some papers at the courthouse and bam! No more marriage, no legal financial obligations when I die. I mean, this isn’t how I expected to end my weekend, but whatever, it’s an adventure. Something to tell my fri—”

“What do you mean, when you die?” he interrupted, latching onto the one part of your blabbing that you definitely hadn’t meant to say aloud. “You got plans to get in an accident or something?”

You could see the worry in his eyes and it took you a second to process what was beneath his question. “Oh, no. No, I’m not gonna kill myself. Don’t worry about that.”

“So what did you mean?”

How much to tell him? As a stranger, you didn’t owe him anything. But he was your husband, maybe. At the very least, you were both naked in the same bed. And anyway, what could it hurt? Telling him the truth wouldn’t change your prognosis and it might light a fire under his ass to figure out how to cut all ties with you.

“I’m not planning on killing myself, or anything. But my body seems to be doing a great job on its own. I have cancer, can’t afford treatment, and this weekend was my last weekend to cut loose before getting my affairs in order, you know?” Hopefully he would let that all slide. Not question further. “But that’s not your problem. We need to focus on figuring out if we really did get married, and if so how to—”

“Won’t your health insurance cover treatment?”

His well-intentioned question startled a bitter laugh from you. You relaxed back into the pillows, starting to say more than you needed to. “Yeah, sure. It already covered the chemo and radiation I went through. Those didn’t help enough. And I can’t afford to cut my hours back again at work. If I do, corporate will shunt me down to part time and take away my benefits. Ain’t that the American Dream?”

Shaking your head, you determined that it was time to get away from your sob story.

“Anyway, back to the matter at hand. I can, uh, get dressed and poke around a bit to figure out how to see if we really are married. It can’t be that hard. I mean, how many accidental, drunken, Vegas weddings do you think happen here? There’s probably a website somewhere called, like, help-i-woke-up-married-to-a-stranger.com or something.”

That stupid joke rewarded you with a half-smile on Sebastian’s face. “By the way, wife, what’s your name?”

“Y/N. And,” you shrugged, “I already know yours.”

“Yeah?”

“How could I not? You’re in the fucking Marvel Cult.”

“Cult?”

You grinned. “What else would you call it?”

After a soft chuckle, he leaned back against the headboard, sheets pooling around his waist and you tried extra hard to keep your eyes on his face. “Cult’s a good word actually. All the secrecy.”

“Y’all got so many devotees, man. Like, if all of you sent out a tweet that said something about taking over the world, it would be yours.”

“You one?” At your eyebrow raise, he clarified. “A devotee?”

“Ha, no. A fan, sure. I’m far too lazy to get in a cult. While y’all storm the capital, or something, I’d be at home watching YouTube videos of Kelly Clarkson singing while I’m eating chips and salsa.”

“Kelly Clarkson?”

At his question, you got defensive. “She’s a goddess.”

“Kelly Clarkson devotee?”

“I—” you stopped to consider that before tilting your head. “I suppose so. But only because she wouldn’t want to take over the world. She’d tweet something like Everyone come over to drink wine and chat and I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

He grinned and you found yourself wishing this was real. That this really was the morning after your wedding to a handsome man.

But that wasn’t your life.

“Never thought I’d marry a Kelly Clarkson Devotee.”

“Not to, uh, cut this marriage short, but I have to be on a flight tomorrow morning. So we should probably get on with figuring shit out today. Get that annulment if we’re actually married.”

A playful frown toyed with his lips. “You’re divorcing me because I made fun of you for being in the Clarkson Cult?”

“Yes,” you played along. “I’m sorry, Sebastian, but I just can’t stay with someone who doesn’t share my absolute love and adoration of KC. If I’d have known this last night, I would have definitely left you at the altar.”

Briefly, you caught sight of a shy smile before he turned his head away. “So, uh, you mind if I grab a shower?”

“Not at all. I’ll start researching,” you motioned to your laptop that was laying over on the desk.

After he nodded, he started looking around the room. It took you a minute to remember that you were both naked. Though it shocked you that he would be as shy about his nudity as you were, you didn’t point it out. Instead, you pointed to your travel blanket that was draped over a chair within his reach. With a grateful nod, he grabbed it and secured it around his waist as he stood.

As he walked over to the bathroom, you found yourself staring at a wrinkle in the sheets, letting your brain start shutting down just enough to process the whirlwind of the last few minutes.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You glanced up.

“I, uh, I just… Look. With my job I just wanted to ask that you not share anything on, you know... Twitter or anything.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t. No one would believe me even if I did.” You offered him a reassuring smile. “I don’t really know what it’s like to be in the public eye, not like you are, anyway, but I’m sure it’s not all glitz and glam.”

With a nod of thanks, he disappeared into the bathroom.

That brought up a whole new side of worry. If you were married and did need to get the annulment, how would you keep it from getting out? You needed to make sure all of this stayed out of the press. You couldn’t let your reputation tarnish his. Not when you were going to die and leave him to deal with your bullshit.

As soon as the shower started, you darted across the room to quickly pull on some clothes. Once you were no longer naked, you dug out your medication and popped a pill, knowing you’d definitely need it to keep up your strength. Hopefully it would also work some sort of wonder on your hangover headache as well.

Once you swallowed your medicine, you grabbed your laptop, only to have a paper fall to the ground. You bent down to see what it was and stopped cold at the calligraphy written across the top:

MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE

PART 2: THE FIRST DATE

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eurynome827 · 5 years ago

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Anniversary: Scenes From A Staycation

A Honey & Salt Story

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1474

Warnings: language, vague fluffersmut, a surprising amount of maybe angst?

Summary: It’s been a year.

*This series is fiction - I do not know this man and this is an alternate universe RPF with no basis in fact.*

When you two first met, it was just a fun fact. Your birthdays were exactly two weeks apart.

As you grew closer - even granting each other the coveted title "best friend"- the halfway point became the day you celebrated. He would try to be in town, you would take off, if it was around a weekend it became "Birthday Weekend".

This year Birthday Weekend had an unnatural tension attached to it.

Last year's Birthday Weekend had been ...eventful. Now this wasn't just the latest in a series of times between best friends.

Now, it was an Anniversary.

One Month Before

"Are you sure this is what you want? You don't want to do something more special?"

"Excuse me, pal, last year we spent Birthday Weekend in your apartment. A beach house isn't special enough?"

"Last year's Birthday Weekend DID work out well..."

You could almost hear his raised eyebrows over the phone, just as you were sure he could hear your eyeroll.

Details were set, you swore you'd make all the arrangements if he could guarantee he'd be home on time. Birthday Weekend in a beach house on Fire Island. Staycation.

Then the chatter started.

Your friends. Your parents. Your mutual friends - Evans on the phone, grateful you couldn't punch him over FaceTime. "Think he's got something SPECIAL planned?"

"Can you shut the fuck up for two seconds?" You huffed in reply. "Considering it was my idea to rent the house, and he thought it wasn't 'special' enough, no I don't think so."

"Not special enough, huh?" Evans smirked.

"I hate you."

Friday

You arrived on the first morning ferry, getting the key for the house from the rental office and pulling the wagon with the week's supplies behind you the three blocks down to your ocean view house. It was perfect, with a porch facing the sea and a walk straight down to the beach. After getting everything settled you changed into your bathing suit and had a mimosa on the porch before throwing on your cover-up to walk to the dock for the afternoon ferry's arrival.

When Sebastian arrived on the ferry you were waiting, a rocket fuel in each hand.

"Don't spill the drinks!" You admonished, giggling as he swept you up.

"Happy Birthday Weekend," he whispered in your ear.

He set you down, and you kissed him quickly, not wanting to make a scene on the dock. It had been a year of skating by on the past reputation of "best friends" and it was a miracle you'd stayed under wraps.

"Here you loon," you grinned up at him as you handed him his drink, leading the way down the path. "Happy Birthday Weekend. Welcome to paradise."

Friday Evening

"Accept the fact that the pizza is overpriced. Everything has to be delivered by boat here, it comes at a premium."

"I didn't complain once," he handed you another beer and opened his own, settling on the porch swing and looking over at you warily. "You alright? You're very on edge."

"NOT on edge." You took a long swallow. "We have to get pizza tonight, it's tradition. Tomorrow we can go out or we can cook, whatever you want."

"Probably better to stay in," he answered and the unspoken words were there again. Don't get recognized. Don't get your picture taken alone in the restaurant without the life jacket of your friends surrounding you - have someone tweet it and then Birthday Weekend becomes the publicity stunt heard round the world.

You looked at him, and something about his eyes - the sun low in the sky, the sound of the ocean - and a grateful wave washed over you. "I'm so happy we're here. I missed you."

He pulled you into his lap. "Nowhere else I'd rather be."

You got the pizza and ate on the porch, the sound of the waves in your ears long after the sun has set low enough and the view past the porch rail is a long dark punctuated only by the lighthouse and the pinpricks of bright stars.

Jet lag forced him to bed early, and you cuddle next to him, as always seeking out the heat of his skin against yours and relishing in the promise of what's to come when he wakes up.

Saturday Morning

You're not sure what wakes you - the screaming sea gull on the roof or Sebastian's lips on your inner thigh.

"Finally," you tease, voice husky from sleep and his own chuckle in response warms your heart.

He's already taken you apart twice before he kisses back up your body till he reaches your neck and he holds you tight and rolls you over on top. There's never time needed to be reacquainted. You've memorized each other a million times over but it's still so good, so new, so perfect.

Except for trips to the bathroom and to the kitchen for coffee, you're in the bed until early afternoon.

Saturday Afternoon

After a small breakfast on the porch, you both set up in the sand a stone's throw from the house, away from the beachgoers clustered at the shore. It's not as busy on this stretch of the beach anyway, as the day trippers tend to stay in groups around the lifeguard stations. Here it's just the other renters, and you're not as worried on the few trips down to the water you both take to cool off.

It's quiet, and peaceful, and exactly what you wanted.

Then you go and ruin it all.

Saturday Evening

Mindful of his training, you'd brought chicken and vegetables to cook for Saturday, trying to at least be creative in your seasoning. He'd already strayed enough with the pizza and all the drinking - but it's Birthday Weekend.

He set the table and you poured the wine before you both sat down. Everything was great until he pulled a ring box out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

The words were out before you could stop them.

"I don't want to get married."

He looked at you, expressionless. "Okay."

"Fuck - I can't believe this. Everyone tried to hype me up for this and I thought you would never in a million years do this. You don't want to get married either! You've always said that."

"Babe -" he reached out for you, and you stood up so fast you knocked over your chair.

"Even fucking EVANS told me and I told him to shut the fuck up. I can't believe this."

"Hey!" He raised his voice, and you stopped babbling. "I'm not proposing. Open the box."

You picked it up with shaking hands and opened it.

"It's our birthstone. Oh, honey. It's beautiful."

"I don't care which finger you put it on, but you seem really concerned about that." He looked up at you, biting his lip - and not in a fun way.

"I ruined it." Your face crumpled and you barely registered him pulling you into his lap. "I ruined Birthday Weekend. Everyone got in my head."

He wrapped his arms around you. "Babe. You didn't ruin anything. But we should talk."

Late Saturday Night

Hours after eating, lots more wine, and a very uncharacteristically serious discussion later and the two of you were finally in bed.

It was almost laughable how two people who felt so similar about things could find it so difficult to tell the other person. For a year everything had worked so well. "Maybe we were just due for it," you murmured as his lips trailed across your neck.

"For what?"

"A big serious discussion. Can't have fun all the time."

He raised his head and looked you in the eyes. "Watch me."

You shook him awake, feeling only a little guilty at the lack of sleep. He groaned and pulled you closer but you pushed away with a giggle.

Sunday At Sunrise

"Seb."

"Let's watch the sun rise."

He made an unintelligible noise.

"Come on, babe."

"Okay. Then bed."

You dragged him out to the porch and faced the east. Wrapped in a blanket together in the morning chill, the sun's sudden appearance rising over the Atlantic took your breath away.

"Yeah, that was worth getting out of bed for," he admitted, and started to wrap his arms around you tighter but you turned to face him.

"I love you."

He squeezed your waist. "I know you do."

"No, I mean it. I really love you. I don't care what anyone says, I don't care if the whole world knows, I am who I truly am right now with you. That's all that matters."

His eyes were soft and as blue as the ocean in the new sunlight. "You love me, huh?"

You pulled him as close to you as you could. "You know I do."

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ohstardust · 5 years ago

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Rose Coloured Boy - [8/11]

Summary: Sebastian Stan & Eleanor Egan spent the better part of six years being the European outcasts of Rockland Country Day School. Despite growing through their teens as best friends, college soon broke down their friendship until nothing remained. Ten years later, a turn of events in a city as large as New York City, finds them running in the same social circles once again with nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Pairing: Sebastian Stan x OFC Word Count: 5.2k Masterlist / Story Background / Playlist / AO3 A/N: I could just bang on about how it’s pushing 9 months since I last updated this because I’ve been struggling with actually fleshing out my plan, but I’m bored of doing that so please enjoy what I’ve managed to write. Part 7

APRIL 2014

It was just after noon when Eleanor awoke to a long and painful groan beside her, the air smelled thick with stale alcohol and she was sure a marching band were playing the show of a lifetime in her head. Her eyes stung painfully and she could barely pick her head up off the pillow to seek out the source of noise. The groaning continued, followed by a pitiful whimpering, she dragged an eyelid up to see Sasha curled into a ball on her bed, looking far worse than even she felt.

She gently patted her friends arm and dropped her arm back to the mattress with a heavy thud. Flashes of the night before started playing like a showreel across the backs of her eyelids, and if the snapshots went any faster, then she’d likely empty the contents of her stomach over her friend. She probably deserved it anyway, it was her fault they were in this state. Well, Sasha’s fault and Lisa’s too for daring to have a bachelorette party, but El was more than content blaming her younger friend instead. Drinking like a teenager was utterly ridiculous at almost thirty-two she mentally scolded herself.

At a painfully slow pace, Eleanor peeled back the duvet and swung her legs over the side of the bed, she pulled herself to her feet with a wobble and padded into the kitchen for eight glasses of water and any painkillers that could dispel this rotten feeling sooner rather than later. She flicked the switch on the kettle, and filled an empty glass with tap water, she splashed some on her face too to wake her a little more.

Don’t ever get married again after this, I’m never attending another bachelorette party, the next one will definitely finish me off she fired off to Lisa via text, and then proceed to down two glasses of water to try to, at least partially, remove the fuzzy feeling on her tongue.

By the time Sasha stumbled out of the bedroom, Eleanor had already drunk a mug of tea, four glasses of water, and scrubbed her teeth three times to remove the foul taste.

“You look even worse than I feel,” Eleanor snorted, lounging across her sofa with another tea, a blanket draped over her legs and just one curtain open to let in some light.

Her hair was stuck up in every which way, her shirt was off one shoulder and one eye looked all but glued shut, her eyebrows scrunched in as she tried to avoid the light, “I feel like I fought Lucifer last night, and he won ten times over.” She pulled a coffee cup off the draining board and poured herself a drink before trudging over to sit beside Eleanor, she pulled on the blanket to drape over herself too and tried not to pass out again with a steaming cup coffee in her hand.

“We’ve definitely made better life choices, I have to agree.”

“It was fun though, wasn’t it? It’s been so long since it was just us girls, no idiot men to cramp our style.”

“Yeah, it was a blast, I just can’t get over the fact that in two weeks, one of our group will be married,” El shook her head and smiled into her cup, “when did we get to this age that this is the norm? It’ll be you & Josh next.”

Sasha lifted her head off Eleanor’s shoulder and one eye popped open, “I wouldn’t count on it, besides who’s to say that someone won’t come in and sweep you off your feet and you’ll be married by the time you’re thirty-three?”

“First of all, you’re ridiculous Sash, secondly what’s the deal with Josh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why won’t I be getting fitted for another bridesmaids dress anytime soon?”

“We’ve talked about it, I brought it up one day and asked how he felt about it, he seemed rather blasé, and to be honest, that’s how I feel. We don’t really want to get married. He knows I love him, and I know he loves me, why blow a tonne of money to reiterate that to everyone?” Sasha appeared so nonchalant about it, but then that was her nature, if there was no use stressing over something, then she simply wouldn’t.

Eleanor studied her friend and slowly smiled, laughter bubbling in her chest. Her friend looked over at her and frowned, “What? What’s so funny about that?”

“Nothing! Absolutely nothing. I was just thinking how adult of you that sounds, I know you’re not keen on admitting you’re pushing thirty, but that’s a big decision to make and I agree, you’re both in love and enjoy your arrangement as it is, so why change that? It makes sense.”

Eleanor checked the time on her phone and wagered that she still had a good two hours before she had to be facing the world again, lunch with Chace had seemed like a good idea pre-hangover, but now she desperately wanted to cancel and crawl into bed and mull over whatever the heck she was feeling, in peace. Instead she dropped him a text, asking to meet her at the bakery a few blocks over so they could grab something to eat and take it back to her apartment. Fresh air would be a good idea but she didn’t fancy the prospect of being out in public when all she wanted to chain drink tea and cocoon herself in blankets.

A minute later, her phone pinged and Chace agreed, I feel like I’m half dead inside, lets each our body weight in food and binge-watch shitty films

She let out a weak laugh, jolting Sasha who was half asleep, she weakly asked, “Hey El, have you decided who you’re taking as your date to the wedding?”

“Uh yeah, Chace and I decided we might as well go together seeing as we’ve not got anyone else to ask.”

“Mm, I’m glad you’ve got him, I mean I’m glad we all have, but he’s good for you.”

Eleanor didn’t quite know what that meant, but she too was grateful for having Chace in her life, he was sort of like Sebastian was back in the day, the guy she always called upon. If she’d have thought about it more, she’d have maybe been concerned by how dependent she’d become on him.

Sasha settled back against her friends shoulder and sighed, peace and quiet settling over them as they reflected on their conversation. She was barely audible when she spoke again, “Given the opportunity, you’d get married though wouldn’t you?”

Pondering for a moment, and no longer, Eleanor nodded, “I guess I would,” her fingers stroked through Sasha’s hair and emotions started tightening her chest with disappointment in her relationships and where she found herself at this time in her life, “Yeah, I definitely would.”

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The day was beautifully idyllic in an enviable way. From the clear blue skies, to the panoramic views of the city and all of the love and happiness that worked its way in-between, Lisa & Harry’s wedding couldn’t be described as anything less than perfect. After having spent the evening before at 50 Bowery in the city, the large bridal party were beaming and gleaming and well rested, the bride-to-be fast asleep after a glass of champagne and a secured eye mask on her face to block out the light and everyone following suit shortly after, after all, the day to follow was going to be a long affair.

The following morning was anything but the chilled atmosphere it had been the night prior, Lisa was one panic attack from flying off the roof of the hotel, Sasha helped herself to the bride’s mother’s glass of champagne that she’d been too busy drink and Eleanor was trying to help anyone she could, get themselves ready - the odd zipper pulled up here, a shoe strap fastened there - if an earring had been misplaced, you can bet that she had found it before panic could set in. That was perhaps how she found herself the last one to have her hair and make up perfected.

Within fifteen minutes she was good to go with just her dusky duck egg blue bridesmaid dress to pull on and then came the onslaught of photographs, both professional and camera phone snaps - selfies, posed, candid - a plethora of images from every angle were being taken left, right and centre, both in the hotel and on the street below. The excitement was infectious, and the air was clear with less tension and stress as the women grabbed their bouquets and made their way through the hotel to the ceremonial room. Each person was paired with someone from the groom’s party and Eleanor was infinitely grateful that she was matched up with Chace, she could walk in there with her close friend and her date to the wedding, it was an all round win.

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There wasn’t a dry eye in the place by the time the ceremony finished, the pair were relatively traditional, so their own written vows laced with silliness and sappiness was somewhat unexpected, but still so utterly them. The pair were radiant and a fair few of the party felt somewhat envious amidst their elation for their friends, Eleanor especially. The bride and groom led the procession of family and friends to the roof for a series of photographs and afternoon glasses of fizz to toast the newlyweds. The city always looked extraordinary from above and the bustle seemed so far down that it didn’t affect whoever was viewing from up high. It was peaceful and calming no matter how many voices shouted for attention amongst the numerous attendees across the rooftop.

Eleanor took a seat beside Sasha and Josh and slotted herself into the conversation with their friends, gushing about the day and catching up on what they’d recently missed. Kara was mid story when Sebastian appeared at her side with a glass of water for her in one hand, and two glasses of wine in the other.

“Drink, Miss?” He reached one of the flutes over to her and placed the other two glasses on the glass topped table between the group so he could sit beside her.

“Thanks Seb,” she took a sip and set it down in front of her, “haven’t seen you all day, how are you doing, handsome?”

Sebastian blushed lightly and she snickered at the reaction, he always had been an easy target with the compliments, “better now I’ve seen you in that dress.” He smirked over the rim of his own glass and she softly smacked his arm with the back of her hand, “shut up.”

“Hey now, you do look gorgeous.”

“Yeah yeah, you scrub up well too.”

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Eleanor watched Chace talking to the photographer with a little smile on her blush pink painted lips and then he turned to point in her direction with his own grin, as he sauntered his way back over to her, she squinted her eyes a little in confusion but he just shook his head. His palms rested on her hips and nodded over to the photographer, “You look beautiful, I’m not missing an opportunity to have a good picture of us together.”

She laughed fondly and her eyes rolled, “You’re such a loser, Crawford.” Eleanor wasn’t sure what was happening with her younger friend, everything surrounding their friendship felt like it was shifting slightly, glances holding different weights, hands lingering on hands, lips pressed to cheeks for a moment or two longer. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on that though. The photographer was patient with them, snapping a few shots when he really ought to be focusing on the rest of the party, but Chace wanted this, and so did she, and maybe they ought to be a little selfish for a while.

She definitely wanted to continue being selfish when Sebastian had a date on his arm for the evening reception, one that stole his attention and made me smile in ways no one had seen him since Jennifer. Her name was Margarita Levieva, a fellow actress and she was undeniably beautiful. Eleanor heart clenched and her breath caught in her chest for a moment causing her heart rate to increase slightly. Chace noticed her reaction as they danced across the outside terrace, he was at a loss for how to comfort her, knowing seeing him with someone knew would definitely affect her, instead he pulled her close, playfully dipping her and twirling to turn her attention from the pair so she would continue enjoying the party, tomorrow she could dwell on her feelings.

Sebastian however hadn’t seen how she’d responded, just watched on as she laughed and swooped and moved with ease with another man, he didn’t want to admit just what that did to him or made him feel, not when he’d arrived with someone new that he was really enjoying getting to know in a romantic capacity. Maybe moving on with Margarita was just what he needed, someone who could give him the love and relationship he was sure Eleanor was becoming less likely to give him.

Two weeks later Sebastian didn’t hide his new relationship, nor did he outright tell his friends and that was the start of the next chapter his life.

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MAY

The crowd was bustling and borderline rowdy for the audience and set up at 54 Below the night of Eleanor’s birthday. Aaron had asked her a few months prior to join him on her birthday for one of his few performances and she couldn’t turn him down, he was still one of her closest friends and she’d walk on hot coals to see him smile. They’d had numerous practises for the song they had chosen to duet, a song that had become synonymous with him and one that pulled at her heartstrings no matter how many times she’d heard it, and felt it.

He looked so at home on that stage, like he truly was born to do it and she giggled at his silly stories and anecdotes, clearly picking up some tips from a good friend and mentor of both him and Eleanor, Norbert Leo Butz, a man that was raucously cheering him on from a table just to the side the stage. Eleanor wasn’t sure whether it was nerves or excitement that was making her leg bounce as she sat around a table between Chace & Damon, just a table over from Norbert.

“There’s a few familiar faces in the crowd this evening, some old friends of mine like Mr Norbert Leo Butz over there,” Aaron gestured over to his table with his arm extended, and bowed over at him with a clap and a laugh, he then looked over to the other table of friends and gestured to them too, “my onscreen cousin, Mr Chace Crawford,” Damon waved wildly over at Aaron causing him to giggle away from the microphone and nod, “of course, my dear friend Mr Damon Lovitz, and one of my best friends slash former musical love interest, a woman who I’m sure needs no introduction, Ms Eleanor Egan everybody!” His voice rose at the end of his introductions and he clapped eagerly to prompt the audience to also do so.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to invite the birthday girl up onstage with me to sing this next song, it’s one we love dearly and there’s no one else I could imagine singing this with, so come on up El.” Her cheeks burned and she nibbled at her lip as she stood and brushed her hands down her ivory cropped trousers, praying she didn’t fall in her heels as she stepped up onto the stage beside her friend. Damon & Chace both looked stunned at her keeping this cameo a surprise from them but cheered obnoxiously for her and made far too much noise that made her want to kick them a little to quiet down. Not that she didn’t appreciate it wholeheartedly.

Aaron embraced her once she was stood in front of a second microphone that had promptly been set up by a stagehand and waved his arms at her to prompt another cheer from the crowd. “C’mon Tveit, are you gonna blow smoke up my ass all evening or are we actually gonna sing?” She smirked at him and threw her head back with laughter once she saw his eye roll and faux unimpressed facial expression.

“Fine, fine, that’s me told. Here goes nothing.”

The opening piano bars of the song started and everything else melted away, Eleanor was lost in the instruments and the lyrics and sharing the stage with her friend once again, everything else seemed to vanish and she swore she would have cried at the feeling of home the stage always invoked in her had she not had to be so present within the song.

Let me catch my breath.

This is really hard.

If I start to look like I'm sweating, well

it's 'cause I am.

The crowd snickered and Aaron grinned at the reaction it always brought out from the audience, never tired from singing this song when he had to chance.

Run away with me.

Let me be your ride out of town.

Let me be the place that you hide.

We can make our lives on the go.

Run away with me.

Texas in the summer is cool.

We'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac

Looking back,

Sam, you're ready, let's go

Anywhere.

Get the car packed and throw me the key.

Run away with me.

Sam, I know it's fast.

I'm in love with you.

Sam, it's crazy, but Sam, I'm crazier for you.

I have these plans.

Sam, I have these plans

Of a house that we build on a bay

When we run away.

The contrast of their voices together was beautiful and the song fit a duet far better than anticipated, they alternated lines and verses and came together to harmonise for the final verse, the power rang throughout the venue and the tears formed in Eleanor’s eyes. Aaron’s hand found hers and squeezed it, his head tilted towards the microphone and sang to her, building a wonderful connection for the audience.

Run away with me.

California dreams here we come

Romeo is calling for Juliet

Ready, set

Sam, you're ready.

Let's go

Anywhere.

Say the word and I'm already there!

The final notes played out and Eleanor laughed a little and wiped under her eyes to stop any tears, the crowd erupted and she just hugged Aaron tight before flashing a wave to the guests watching and stepped off the stage to sit back with her friends. They both crushed her in a hug whilst the show continued on and without thinking she reached over to wipe a stray tear from Chace’s eye and dropped her hand to his to hold and comfort.

“You’re a superstar,” he whispered into her ear and pressed a kiss just beside it.

She really loved her friends more than anything.

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AUGUST

“Oh c’mon Seb, you know you want to really,” Eleanor childishly whined to Sebastian with her hand tugging on his, a fruitless attempt at dragging her best friend up to the karaoke machine Damon suspiciously had lying around his apartment that was now situated in Sebastian’s open plan living room.

He shrugged off her casually, turning down her request and pulling himself up from the sofa, “No, El, not now. I just want a drink, I’m sure Chace’ll sing with you.”

“You’re getting boring in your old age,” she huffed, eyes rolled and a pathetic pout pulled on her lips, reminiscent of teenage Eleanor that often pulled such faces to get her own way with Sebastian. He hated not being immune to it, still after all these years, and he nearly broke, she could see that evidently. Instead he pulled the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth and pondered for a dramatic moment, “Uhm...… yeah no, I’m standing firm with my answer.” With that, he turned on his heel and snickered at her aggravated expression.

She muttered under her breath, “Jackass.”

Seeing Margarita there was expected, but that still didn’t ease the ache in her chest or quell any of the tightness when she saw her greeting Sebastian with a kiss upon her arrival. They looked so at ease with each other, still firmly planted in the honeymoon phase where they were lost in one another, completely oblivious to everything around them. Completely oblivious to Eleanor watching them as if her world had exploded into flames, piece by piece. She was an actress though, so she hoped she’d managed a strong enough performance to not have alerted anyone within a 5 feet radius that things were gradually falling apart for her. Eleanor knew how to fake a smile and feign happiness, she’d spent the better half of a decade doing that in the not too distant past.

This is ridiculous, Eleanor wagered with herself, you’re not a teenager anymore, enough with the teenage crushes and puppy love.

But watching someone you have relatively deep feelings for, light up around someone else, look at that other person like they once looked at you, full of happiness, that was a tough scene to witness. It was heart wrenching, soul destroying and twenty different shades of I fucking hate this.

Eleanor placed fair share of the blame and hatred toward her self for a few moments, you had your chance, he told you he wanted you months ago, but you were too full of pride to tell him how you felt and turned him away. You only have yourself to blame.

Sometimes she really fucking hated her rational side, for ruling with her head and not her heart.

She felt a weight pressing down on her shoulder and her head snapped round to find Chace’s head resting there with a sorrowful look, “Everything okay?”

“Peachy.”

“If this is too much, we can leave, it’s okay.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Your face says it all. Seb and Margarita? No fun for you, I’m sure.”

“Let’s not do this again, yeah? Don’t really feel like talking about it.”

His head raised and he nodded, arm looped around her shoulder squeezing her closer to him, “I get it, no more talking about them, promise.”

“How about you dance with me?” She asked with a soft half smile and eyes glinting. She reached for his hand to pull it in hers and led him over to a wider spot where a few other were dancing and mingling. Chace couldn’t deny her anything. And she’d be damned if she could deny him too. The bright light in the storm, her safe haven when things became too much. She really didn’t deserve him.

They were pleasantly buzzed as the evening progressed, their time torn between dancing close, chatting between themselves about anything and everything, and cracking jokes with their closest friends. Everything felt light and free and happy, everything aside from the one thing that Eleanor was constantly diverting her gaze to, the thing that was like a glaring beacon floating around the room, as if a spotlight were placed on the two people so seemingly aware of the inner turmoil she was facing.

Eleanor supposed it was like rubbernecking in a car accident on the freeway, (there was nothing catastrophic or treacherous about Sebastian and Margarita dating but that’s by the by), she just couldn’t stop twisting the knife a little deeper by watching them. However, when her eye line did divert, she found herself watching her friends interact, and feeling such a soft fondness to them all, and when her eyes swept over Chace every so often, there was a twinkling in her gut and her mouth involuntarily quirked upwards, just his presence and the weight of his hand resting on hers put her at ease. He’d almost always catch her eye when she was taking a moment or two to really look at him and he’d smile at her in a way that felt bizarrely intimate, or she’d feel the pressure of his hand as he gave hers a squeeze.

It was during another round of dancing, swaying through a slow song that left Eleanor with the urge to rest her head on his shoulder, mouth smiling into his neck (both of which she didn’t hesitate to give into to) when she held him close and told him how happy she was to be here with him, “Sure I’m hurting over Seb, but that’s my problem. At least I’m here with the best man in New York City, who else gets to say that earnestly?”

The lines had blurred somewhere between hazy smiles, minimal confessions of affection, caring friendships of trust and love and gestures of intimacy that settled down deep in their bones, it was the in-between portions that led to soft lips pressing to soft lips, a familiarity of comfort and warmth and you’re what I need, not just now, but always. It rattled Chace momentarily, a questioning gaze contorting his face, worrisome, but Eleanor squashed the worries instantly, shaking her head and smoothing her fingers over his cheek to pull him in close again and kissed him like her life had depended on it. She didn’t need the comfort of just anybody, she needed the comfort of the one person who, deep down, knew her better than anyone, better than Damon or Sasha or Sebastian, the person who had clearly loved her through everything and been her support system when everything felt like it was breaking down around her.

“Can we go home? I don’t want to be here anymore, I just want to be with you.”

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The sunlight that poured through the unshielded window was what woke Eleanor the following morning, well that and the movement of the mattress beside her. An ample amount of time had passed since she’d last shared a bed with somebody and it took her a minute to come to her senses and realise where she was. A bleary eyed glance beside her found Chace sleeping peacefully, his arm slung over her torso and his cheek buried into the pillow, one leg draped over hers and the sheets were tangled. The saving grace was Eleanor peeking down to see that she was wearing one of his shirts, underwear still intact.

It was during that quiet golden hour of morning, meek headache pains lingering in the back of her head, enough to remind her that she drank a few glasses last night, but not enough to have her crippling in pain that morning, that allowed her a moment or two of reflection. Last night had been a mixture of emotions, she was hurt over Sebastian’s new relationship (although knowingly having no right to feel that way), but also happy for him, she loved seeing him genuinely happy and at ease, that was worth the pain she felt. And then she looked at Chace and elements of her feelings and emotions and her life began clicking and slotting into place. She wasn’t sure why it had taken her so long to see him in another light, sure he’d always been gorgeous - she’d mentally taken note of that the moment they met - and sure she trusted him with her life, and sure she loved him to a fault, but she’d never seen him in this I like waking up with you in the morning and you’re taking my breath away every time I look at you way, at least not until the past couple of months. Probably around Lisa’s wedding. She surmised that’s why she wasn’t as monumentally distraught over Sebastian in the light of day.

Eleanor watched her friend as he slept, mapping out his face and thinking of the possibilities with him, hoping that when he awoke he wouldn’t be ashamed that they’d let a few glasses of fizz cloud their judgement and behave in a way they’d never dared to before. But the slow and lazy smile that spread to his sparkling eyes the moment he set his blinking eyes on her, she didn’t think there was all that much to worry about.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

The morning soon spread to afternoon, bodies sill intertwined in bedsheets, soft kisses and skin to skin, cups of coffee and discussions of where to proceed from here. The progression of their friendship to this new relationship, only formed a mere twelve hours before, seemed nothing other than natural.

Chace voiced his concerns about how she felt to which she assured him this was what she wanted, his eyes pleaded her to not make him a rebound relationship, and she kissed him in reassurance. It seemed so sudden and out of the blue for her, but for Chace, well he’d been half in love with her since the moment Damon introduced her to him, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to give into this selfish notion of playing out this fantasy for as long as she’d have him.

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Early November, amidst working and auditioning and trying to remember how to breath around busy lives, Chace and Eleanor had found an evening to hang out with their friends, announcing their new relationship and not leaving each others sides for the majority of dinner. Apparently Eleanor was the only one out of the loop, their group all chiming in with a chorus of finally’s and since when?, she wasn’t too keen on announcing the time surrounding their beginnings, the catalyst obvious to their friends so they told them sometime last August, just to appease them. She slyly wanted to watch Sebastian’s reaction, see what he really thought, but after a faltering second or two, he cleared his throat and smiled, his glass raised to toast his friends, he leaned over to whisper, “I’m really happy for you.”

Now felt like to the time to make it public, do it on their own terms and not someone else’s, so she pulled out her phone and located a shot from Lisa’s wedding that Chace had insisted on being taken and posted it to Instagram, captioned, ‘Sorry ladies. For those of you who were hoping to find Nate Archibald under your tree, looks like he’s already picked out his mistletoe mate’

As soon as she hit send, and her feed refreshed, the top post showed Chace had followed her lead with a picture of them looking more intimate, ‘Spotted: Nate Archibald looking a little too cosy with a certain brunette best friend. Is there something you’re not telling everyone Archibald?’

She tapped out a quick comment and hit send, her phone then placed on the table so she could curl up beside Chace again.

“I love you too,” he whispered, lips pressed to her head.

The comments flooded in, a mixture of congratulations, a few gossiping ones about how they thought she would be with Sebastian, even having the audacity to tag him their nonsense, but his response to the announcement was as she hoped, ‘It’s about damn time, you’re both lucky bastards’

She just smiled and rested her head on her partner’s shoulder. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard.

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