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[clarkgriffon]

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[lilacevans]

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[buckysforeverprincess]

Friday is my Soldat day. Ready to comply!!

[sweetiebarnes]

Alexa play Gorgeous by Taylor Swift.

[whatever-vi-is-thinking]

last night me and my friends had a cannibalism movie night even though it only consisted of 2 cannibal movies and then saltburn, but we watched bones and all which despite making me slightly ill was a rly good movie. We also watched Fresh which literally is a top 10 movie for me now bc both my husband and wife were in it and tue plot was rly good, but the ending kinda sucked 😭😭 there were a lot of unanswered questions but generally speaking it was good until the last 10 minutes

[sugar-plum-obito]

am i tripping or did the hurts like hell stucky video lose views?? girl what do you mean 3k, 9.7k and 261 views???!!!! i used to watch it everyday?? i cannot listen to that song without thinking about Stucky

[margseliserobbie]

@sebastianseb

[anothersebastianblog]

Anothercevansblog cause the repost is brilliant: https://twitter.com/cevansnecklace/status/1654949491286372353?s=20 this reminded me of Alejandra wearing some tank top to an event that had nothing to do with Sebastian...and Sebastian's fans saying smth similar nevertheless. This side of fandom is a weird combination of prudish and unhinged, someone's nipples are are crime but defamation isn't.

LOL

[inksoakedparchment]

Your husband snaps at you

pairing: sebastian stan x fem!reader

genre: angst x tiny bit of fluff

trope: falling marriage

word cunt: 3920

tw: swearing, my english

summary: he was busy in the last two months and when he comes home he snaps at you

a/n: i didn’t cry i swear (I did). also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY ONLY LOVE, SEBASTIAN<3

You and Sebastian were a famous Hollywood couple, everyone loved them. He's known as a great actor and you're a awesome singer. Last two months he's been quite of busy and had very little time to spend it with you, he would just come home from the set and then go straight to bed, yet you're always craved a lot of attention and affection.

He came home, tired as always but you tried to stop him by his arm but he snapped at you saying;

“Stop it, you're annoying!”

“What?” you froze.

He takes off his shoes and jacket before walking further into the house as he looks over at you.

"I said you're being annoying so knock it off…”

“Seb I see you once a week because of your job and okay I get it but when you're home you almost don't look at me” you choke on your own words.

"I'm doing what I need to do to earn money, you don't think I wanna see you more? I can't right now,” he places his jacket on the couch in the living room.

“I know…” you look down thinking about what he said.

"But please don't be all clingy when I am home, I'm tired.." he walks up to you, placing his hands on your hips as he looks into your eyes.

“I'm trying Seb, but I miss you every day. and I just want to cuddle up with you, be next to you when I can,” you shut your eyes.

He lets out a small sigh before pulling you into a hug.

"I know you do.. I miss you too, okay? But please stop bugging me 24/7. I'm just tired.." he buries his head into your neck.

“I’ll try,” you whisper.

"Thank you…” he says softly before lifting your head and kissing your forehead. He looks tired but still as handsome as ever.

“I'm going to sleep” you escape from his grip.

"Already? You don't wanna go to the bed with me first?" he asks, clearly wanting more of your attention as he pulls you back against him and looks down at you.

“I'm annoying and you're tired” you hum and go up to your bedroom.

"Don't do that bullshit on me," he says and follows you to the bedroom, grabbing your arm and making you turn over to look at him.

“Sebastian you just said you're tired and I'm annoying. I do not want to have sex with you right now,” you sigh.

"I'm not talking about sex. I mean I'm tired but I at least want you to be in the same room as me,” he says and moves over to grab your wrists, pinning you up against the wall as he caged you against it.

“We sleep in the same bed?” you ask sarcastically.

He pins your wrists over your head on the wall, trapping you.

“You know what I mean.." he says, his eyes looking into yours before he smirks a bit and places a kiss on your neck.

“Don't do this. I'm not in the mood,” you try to escape your wrists from his grip.

He doesn't let you, he presses you more against the wall and continues to shower your neck in kisses and small hickeys that he started to leave on your skin.

“Can you just behave for once? I need you,” he groans.

“Sebastian, please don’t,” you sob.

He stops for a moment but don't let go of your wrists. He looks at you, his face looks desperate for your attention as he feels hurt by you denying him.

"Why can't you just give me what I want for once?.. I do so much for you all day, why can't you do this one thing for me?"

“Don’t do this to me,” a tear escapes from your eyes.

He leans in and presses his forehead against yours.

"Please, baby... Just give me this once, I'm begging you,” he mutters, his voice sounding pained. He is desperate for you but doesn’t understand why you don’t want him.

“I don’t want to have sex right now,” you cry.

He lets out a sigh and places his head on your shoulder, his breathing is uneven and he holds you against the wall.

"Why not?" he says, his voice is soft now and he doesn't sound angry, he just sounds tired and upset.

“I’m not in the mood,” you shake your head, sobbing.

"Why're you crying, doll? I just want you, why don't you want me?" he lets go of your wrists and wraps his arms around you instead, his face buried in your neck.

“Because I had to beg you to stop” I cry “I want you but not now.”

"I only stopped because you were being difficult.."

He mumbles against your skin, trying to press himself as close to you as he can. He wants you so bad it was like he needs you and it feels so desperate.

“I'm going to shower” you sob and you lock yourself in the bathroom.

"Why can't you just give me what I want for once? You just don't want to give me affection,” he places his forehead against the door after you locked it, his breathing still uneven as his heart aches. He feels like you are cold towards him on purpose or something.

“If you want to have sex then go find some slut in the street,” you cry and you slap the door.

He clenches his fist when he hears that, a deep breath escapes his lips as anger surges through him.

"Don't say that,” he says through gritted teeth, trying hard not to snap at you.

You quickly stand under the shower and let the water run. He leans against the door, letting out a shaky breath as he tries to calm down. Your words are like a slap in the face for him. It is a very vulnerable time for him as he was feeling desperate for your affection and the fact that you just told him to find a random girl hurt him a lot.

After you are done you put on an oversized t-shirt that's his and your sweatpants. You go back to your bedroom where he’s lying on the bed but he’s wide awake and he doesn’t look very happy either. The things you said to him played on repeat in his mind and are bothering him, but hearing the door open he looks up and sees you. You lay down next to him and curl up under the blanket. He lays on his side, looking down at you as you curl up. He is unsure what to say for a moment before he speaks quietly.

"You really would have sent me out there to find some random girl?”

“If you wanted to fuck me when I clearly said I don't want to, yes. I didn't want you to rape me because you want to have sex,” you shut your eyes.

Those words make his body tense, he hates being accused that way. He never ever wants to harm you like that.

“Don't say things like that… I would never do that. I was just a bit desperate…”

“A bit? Seb, you only realized what are you doing when I started crying,” I look up at him.

He can’t look you in the eyes. He knows you have a point, the fact that he makes you cry had never been his intention ever.

"I.. I’m just missing you a lot. I haven’t seen you much and I just wanted some attention.. I wasn’t thinking clearly,” he sighs.

“Wanted some attention? Minutes before you said ‘You’re annoying and don't so clingy’,” you shake your head.

"Because you are annoying me! You just don’t listen.. when I'm tired at home the only thing you do is cling to me and it irritates me so much.." he says, the words just seem to come out and he knows he’s messing up right now, but he is upset and tired of being neglected. He’s desperate for you but you just don’t want him as badly he wants you right now.

When you hear those words, you curl up more under the blanket. He looks at you and sighs. He knows he shouldn’t say things like that to his wife.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean that…”

“Yeah, right,” you mumble and close your eyes, holding back your tears. He’s going to be gone at tomorrow morning, because he’s shooting a new movie again.

He reaches a hand out and places it on your shoulder, gently caressing it with his thumb trying to get you to look at him. He can see how you look so small and vulnerable now.

“I swear I didn’t mean it.. you’re not annoying and clingy, I didn’t mean that.. please look at me.." but you move away from his touch.

Sebastian hates that, he hates that you moves away from his touch. He wants to hold you close right now and pull you into his arms, to feel you close to him, but you’re moving away and he hates himself for making you feel that way. It’s his fault.

“Please don’t pull away.. I’m sorry for what I said.. I was just irritated, I didn’t mean that at all.. I swear.."

“Use your hand if you feel so needy for an orgasm,” you say under your breath.

He freezes when you say that, his body tenses up again and his heart drops. The mood is very tense and he can feel that you are upset and he can see that you don’t want to be close to him right now at all.

“Don’t… don’t say things like that, baby. I’m just tired, you know I don’t just want that, I want you, not sex.”

You stand up, picking up your pillow and blanket, then you go to one of your guest rooms. He follows you, begging you for stay next to him, but you shit the door before he can go in.

He presses his forehead against the door and exhales a shaky breath as he knocks on it once more.

“Baby, please let me in,” he knows he doesn’t have the right to ask for that after all the crap he just said to you but it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t want to sleep without you right now.

“Go back and sleep well,” you sigh after you opem the door.

"Please, don’t make me sleep all alone in our bed, he says, his voice more quiet and his eyes just filled with guilt and sadness.

“Sebastian you acted like I’m just a hole where you can put your dick. You didn’t act like I’m your wife.”

The realization that he acted like that, now dawns on him and he feels so bad. How could he say something like that to you in the heat of the moment? How could he be such a dick to you, his wife? He’s suppose to love you so deeply and be the best for you. Yet here he is, standing in the doorway feeling like the worst person in the world. He doesn’t know what to say to that, he just looks down to the floor as the weight of his words and actions starts to hit him harder and harder.

“You said when we got home im annoying and ‘dont be clingy 24/7’, you’re tired. I see you only four times in a month, six if I’m lucky! How don’t I be clingy when I only wait for my husband to come back home from another shoot? And yes I understand your job, you’re an actor, okay. But you can’t act like I’m just a hole what you can fuck, then be distant with me when you’re home. I almost never want to have sex when you’re home only cuddling and talking, but what the fuck can I do, when you just want me for my pussy when you’re here? The last time i felt like a stranger raped me, because you were silent and fast, then turned around and went to sleep. I just layed next to you like I’m a sextoy. A slut. A hole. And now? You’re sayin’ I’m annoying, clingy and you’re tired, but when I say ‘no’ for the sex you’re almost doesn’t hear me sayin’ ‘no’? Just when I started crying?” you burst out and tell him everything what you feel.

He freezes when you say all of that. The words hit him like a train, he doesn’t know how long he has been acting like this and he hadn’t realized how much hurt he’s putting on you. He can only stand there and listen. Listen to you, telling him how horrible he was treating you, being so neglectful of you. Hearing you say all of that made him want to punch himself in the face for being such an idiot and not seeing that he was hurting you this much.

“You know the amount of ‘divorce’ came to my mind in the last two months? A lot. I love you, but I can’t act like I don’t care about the amount of sex you want, but not me. Yes I care about that you never want to talk with me when you’re home, yes I care about you never want just cuddle up with me, sharing a bottle of wine and have a deep talk. Or watch a movie. I care about that and it hurts so fucking much you don’t want me just my pussy, I’m still your wife but I don’t know how long can I do this.”

Each word hurts like dagger being plunged into his chest. He sees it now, he was just using you and he knows how wrong that was to do, you are always so good to him and he just took advantage of that. He leans against the wall, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth as he squeezes his eyes shut. The feeling of guilt and regret washes over him. He doesn’t want to get a divorce, of course he doesn’t… He loves you and he needs you more than anything but he hurt you.

“You know how I feel when you’re touching me? I’m afraid you want to have sex at every soft or desire touch. I only see you a few times in a month which I can count on one hand. And I miss you, I love you Sebastian, but it’s a lot in the last two months. Sex, sex, sex, ‘youre annoying, don’t be clingy, I’m tired, leave me alone, I don’t want to talk right now, sex, sex, sex’ that’s what I get every day when you’re home. I get it you’re an actor. I still married you because I love you. I love your movies, but it’s not about your job, it’s about me. I feel like you don’t love me anymore, only keep me because of when you get home you can fuck. You don’t want to talk, you are don’t curious about how I am doing, I want to talk with you. Talk and cuddle. I think I’ve had enough of sex for a while. My body rejects your touch, doesn’t want your touch.”

“I do love you, I love you so much,” he tries to walk closer, wanting to reach you, wanting so badly to hold you as he hates this distance between you both right now. You wouldn’t even let him touch you but he doesn’t blame you for that at all. He’s the one to blame for your current situation. He wants to show you how much he loves you but how can he do that now that you don’t even want him to touch you.

“If you want to touch me because you want sex, don’t even try. If you want to touch me because you need me and you need a hug, a cuddle then go ahead,” you sigh, feeling relief after you said everything what was on your mind.

He stops walking, just looking at you. He can see the pain in your face, how badly you’re hurting. It makes his heart ache. He wants to hold you in his arms but he doesn’t know if you would even let him.

“I just want to touch you because I need you, not for sex… I just miss you,” he hugs you tightly and gently.

“You didn’t even look like you miss your wife in the past few months,” you mumble in his chest.

He feels you wrap your arms around him and he squeezes you tighter in his arms, needing you even closer. He presses a soft kiss in your hair.

“I missed you so much. I’m sorry I haven’t been showing that I miss you. I’ve been such a dick…”

“You were,” you caress his back.

He still can’t wrap his head around how he let things get so bad.

“I’m so sorry that I did that. I’m sorry I let things get so bad between us. Please… Please forgive me for being a shitty husband,” he begs.

“I’m trying Sebastian, but I think the days what’s coming, when you’re gonna be gone for work will be good for me to think. You need to sleep, tomorrow morning you’re going away for days again,” you whisper.

“We’ll talk about us, when I come home?” he asks hopefully and you nod.

eleven days later

Yesterday he came home from work, and he just fell on the bed and immediately fell asleep after he told you; today you’re gonna talk.

He sits in the living room when you go in and turn off the tv. You sit down in the fotel, staring his pale face.

“I think we had enough time to wake up totally so the talk about us…” you sigh.

He nods his head, his heart beating faster in his chest as you speak. He is nervous about the talk but he knows, it was going to come sooner or later and he tells himself he needs to be prepared to hear what you have to say about the two of you.

“Yeah… yeah let’s talk…”

“I thought every day about our… situation? And I don’t know if I want to do this. I don’t know if I still want to be in a marriage with you,” you take a deep breath.

His heart feels like a knife plungs into it at your words. He knows it is going to be a hard conversation but he didn’t expect you to flat out come out and say that you don’t know if you want to be married to him anymore. He just freezes for a few seconds, his heart clenches in his chest, as his eyes meet yours.

He slowly clears his throat, trying to not let his voice sound too shaky.

“Y-You…. You don’t want to be married to me anymore…?”

“I don’t know Sebastian. But for me a marriage is not this.”

He slowly nods as he hears you say that. Part of him doesn’t want to hear this conversation, although he knows he would have to listen to whatever you have to say. He looks at you for a few seconds, studying your features, the way your face looks so focused and serious right now.

“So what exactly is a marriage to you, then?”

“Dates. Quality time. More time with each other. I know your job is about to travelling and shooting but Sebastian, you have a wife too, who wants to be with you and if you can’t give me that… i think it’s over for us. If I have to, I can travel with you sometimes but when I wanted to do it three months ago you almost bit my head off. You didn’t want to.”

He stays quiet as you speak, letting your words sink in his mind. He knows that you are right, he knows he has been prioritizing his work over spending time with you for the past while… and he’s very well aware of the fact that he had been so against the idea of you travelling with him when he’s working.

He’s quiet for a few moments before he speak, his voice a soft whisper.

“I don’t want it to be over. I want you, I want to be with you.”

“I’m thinking about a compromise. What can save us, save our marriage,” you say quietly.

“I’m listening,” he leans forward.

“Sebastian I don’t want to lose you, but I can’t live like I lived in the past months. So the compromise is; I’m travelling with you once a month and you’ll be home minimum for 10 days,” you swallow and you sit next to him, sobbing.

He wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms, to bring you close to him and never let you go… but again, he holds himself back from doing it. Instead, his voice comes out strangled as he answers you.

“Yes, I can do that. I’ll do every single thing you need me to do,” he looks at you with a soft smile.

“I hope you don’t think I don’t love you anymore, because I love you. That’s why I thought about us,” you lean your head on his shoulder.

“I love you more than anything…” he says under his breath as soon as he feels you lean your head on his shoulder.

He doesn’t dare to do anything other than just stay still with you there resting on his shoulder. It feels good just to be able to have you like this after all those weeks of you pulling away and keeping a certain distance from him. The fact that you’re there, resting your head on his shoulder, feels almost like a dream from how much he missed you like that.

“You can touch me, Sebby. But please, I’m begging you only touch me, if you don’t want to have intimate things,” you look at him, with sad expression and you lean on his chest.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him in a soft, tight embrace. He can already feel himself getting addicted to this, the feeling of having you there, snuggled up in his lap, resting on his chest… he can go on forever like that. He nuzzles your head lightly with his chin as he spoke softly to you.

“God I’ve missed holding you like this…”

“Me too, Seb. What do you think? Are we gonna be okay?” you ask with a heavy heart.

“Yeah… yeah, I think we’re going to be okay. As long as we make an effort to communicate things between us, we’re gonna be totally okay.” he slowly nods, his hand runs through your hair lightly as he speak. He tries to keep his voice steady, tries to not let any of the fear or insecurity in his voice show as he speak to you.

“Okay,” you kiss his hand.

He can’t help the small smirk that creps on his lips as you kiss his hand. It’s a silly, small, thing but it makes him feel really happy for some reason. He tangles his fingers with yours, gently squeezing your hand between his.

“I love you, Y/N. You’re my everything,” he gives a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, Seb. I feel the same,” you snuggle up more to him.

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[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 15

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings:  severe childhood trauma TW, angst, instances of a child releasing their anger/trauma, manipulation.

“No fucking way…” Sebastian groaned, “you’ve got to be kidding me!”

“What is it, Seb-“

But you had stopped speaking as soon as you saw your ex, already with a small group of people crowding around him and asking for photos and autographs.  You felt your jaw dropping ever so slightly as Chris played the gracious celebrity, posing with adoring fans. 

“Ohhh, mommy…daddy said a bad word!” your four-year-old told you, eyes wide as he held onto his father’s hand.”

You took a deep breath as your two-year-old giggled on your hip. 

“Holy shit.”

“Shayla’s going to be so pissed when she sees him in the crowd,” Sebastian frowned, giving you a sympathetic look, “Honey-“

“But Johnny’s going to be ecstatic…”

“Do you think he showed up to prove a point?”

“And what point would that be, Seb?” you asked, sparing your husband a glance, “that he can be a father once every six years?”

“He has been doing better lately,” he shrugged, “I mean…from what you’ve been telling me about how Scott got him to go to that outpatient retreat…”

“He had to do that to keep his movie deals,” you groaned, “that wasn’t for the twins…no, putting real effort in is you showing up all the time…”

“Maybe we should give him a chance.”

“Yeah…right…”

You watched as Chris finished up with his autographs, before making his way over to you and Sebastian.  Pulling off his shades, he gave you a happy smile and pulled you into a hug. 

“Come on, honey…let the world think we make this function!” he muttered into your ear. 

You gave him a fake smile as he pulled away, “oh, Chris…how nice of you to show up when your children graduate kindergarten?  Should I expect you again when they graduate from high school and college?”

“She’s so funny!” he said dryly as he pulled Sebastian into a hug, “I can see why you put a ring on her finger, Stan…”

“Yeah,” Sebastian frowned, “the situation is hilarious…glad you could make it, Chris.  Johnny’s been looking forward to this all month.”

“And what about my girl?” he asked as he took off his shades, “Where’s my little Shayla Christiana Evans?”

“The kids are back stage, Chris,” you reminded him, “remember, I told you to meet up at the house earlier if you wanted to see them beforehand?”

“Flight was late,” he shrugged, “but hey.  I’m here.  Flew all the way in from Prague…in the middle of filming for something called Snowpiercer…but I told the director that I had to take some time to fly back because my kids were graduating kindergarten.”

“Really?” you asked in an amused tone, “because I just spoke to Scar the other day and she told me that you guys had to get back together for some reshoots for The Avengers film…”

He waved you off casually, “that’s not til next week.  No, I flew in early for the twins.  So…where we sitting for this thing?  I’m thinking front and center.  Let my little Johnny boy know that daddy’s here for him and his sister.”

“Chris-“

“Come on, (Y/N), our kids are graduating kindergarten,” he teased, “enjoy the moment.”

“He’s right baby,” Sebastian said, trying to encourage you to live in the moment, “the twins will only graduate kindergarten once…this is a good day.  Let’s embody that.”

“You’re right,” you sighed, softening as you let him talk some sense into you.  He picked up Jack and balanced him on his hip, before wrapping his free hand around your waist, “let’s get some seats before everyone takes the good ones.”

“Daddy I sleepy!”

“You should use proper English, Shayla,” Chris pointed out from his spot on the couch as Johnny proceeded to show Chris every single piece of art he made for him over the past year.  Sebastian frowned as Shayla snuggled deeper into his own chest in an attempt to hide from her biological father.  Chris’ eyes met his, “I-I could put you in bed if you-“

“Want daddy!” she whimpered softly, wrapping her little arms even more around him.

“Shayla…” you warned softly, “we’ve talked about this.  Chris is your biological daddy, and-“

“Jack-Jack and Jeffy call daddy theirs….”

“Honey-“

“It’s fine,” Chris said dismissively, “I get it.  Sebastian’s here more than I a-“

“Daddy you’re not looking!” Johnny said firmly, cutting his father off as he held another painting in his face, “I made this one of you and me and we’re flying.”

“It’s really good buddy!” Chris offered, giving him a smile and a pat on the shoulder, “I can’t believe mommy let you keep all these.  I would have loved to get them in the mail.”

“He wanted to show you in person, Chris!”

“Speaking of in-person,” he smiled, turning his attention back to you, “I was thinking about how I wanted to take the twins for the summer.”

“Chris, we-“

“I’ve been doing a lot better,” he promised, “I did the rehab and I’ve even interviewed nannies for the kids for when I’m shooting.  They have their passports right?  I’m still in Prague for Snowpiercer!”

“Chris, we’ve talked about this…” you warned softly.

“Don’t wanna go!” Shayla whimpered from Sebastian’s chest. 

“Momma I wanna go with daddy!” Johnny exclaimed excitedly.

“Maybe this is a conversation that we have when the kids aren’t around, Chris…” Sebastian warned.

“Or maybe this is a conversation that I have with the mother of my children, about my kids,” he argued, his own tone firm as he shot his friend a look, “how about you worry about your own kids.  You have two of your own, don’t you?”

“Chris-“

“I think that me taking the twins for the summer could give you and your husband a little break…”

“Momma, I go!” Johnny grinned, running between you and Chris, “I go with daddy!”

“Aww, buddy,” you frowned, giving him a sad look before shaking your head, “me and your daddy should really talk about this before-“

Chris leaned back, a smile on his face as he crossed his arms, “I don’t know, Johnny.  It sounds like mommy doesn’t want you to come with me.”

“Mommy?”

You gave Chris an angry look before smoothing down Johnny’s hair, “Baby it’s not that simple…daddy is-“

“Daddy, make momma say yes.”

“Sorry buddy…I can’t make mommy change her mind.”

You glared at your ex, knowing what game he was playing. 

“I go with daddy!”

“Baby-“

“NO!” he yelled, running back to Chris and hopping into his arms, “I GO WITH DADDY!”

“Daddy can’t take you!”

You could see the tears in his eyes.

The warbling of his lip as he turned towards his father.

But Chris just had that sickening smirk on his face that made your stomach turn, “sorry buddy.  Mommy said no.  Guess you can’t come with me.”

Your heart broke as your son turned to you, “I HATE YOU MOMMY!”

It felt like you were punched in the stomach.  The air in your lungs left, and you felt like you were gasping. 

Johny, your baby boy had never said that to you. 

You knew that he idolized Chris, but you never knew just how much he had truly preferred the man who was never there over you.  Shayla, who was half-asleep in Sebastian’s arms woke up when she heard her twin brother scream and run off up the stairs towards his room.

She looked at you, and in an instant she was crawling out of Sebastian’s arms and towards yours. 

“No cry momma!” she whimpered softly, reaching up to push the tears off your cheeks.

“What the hell was that, Chris?” Sebastian growled, standing up from his spot on the couch.

“I’m trying to be a part of my son’s life.  It’s obvious that (Y/N) has poisoned Shayla against me, but-“

“(Y/N) does nothing but try to get you involved in Johnny and Shayla’s life, and she is the one that is stuck picking up the pieces when you let Johnny down!” he growled, “Every fucking time, Chris.  Shayla knows you don’t give a damn about them and latched on to me because I’m here.  I care, but you-“

“Don’t speak about my kids, Stan.” Chris warned, his tone dangerously low.

“Momma, no cry!” Shayla repeated.

“Someone has to,” Sebastian hissed, pushing Chris as he stood from his spot on the sectional, “Someone has to be there…to be a father for them.  Because while you-“

“I DON’T GET TO KNOW MY KIDS, SEBASTIAN!”

“WHO’S FAULT IS THAT, CHRIS?”

But before Chris could argue any more, Shayla had run across the sectional, and her little hands started to punch and thrash against Chris’ side, “Go WAY.  GO AWAY!”

“Shayla-“ Chris gasped, surprised at how his little girl was hitting him and trying to push him away from Sebastian, “baby girl I-“

“LEAVE US ALONE!” she screamed, tears falling down her cheeks as she continued to pound away at his side, all of the rage in her little body finally coming to the surface, “YOU NOT MY DADDY!  YOU HURT MOMMY! YOU HURT SHAYLA AND JOHNNY!  GO WAY!”

“Baby girl-“

“YOU HURT ME, DADDY!” she sobbed, finally stopping her assault as she fell back onto the couch and sobbed.  Sebastian’s heart broke as he watched the little girl who he’d all but raised expressed all of her pain towards her biological daughter.  He was quick to pick her up into his arms and she buried her head into his neck, sobbing as she clung to him, “why he hurt me, daddy?  Why he no want Shayla and Johnny?  Why he hurt mommy?”

“I think you should leave, Chris!” Sebastian sighed, tears welling up in his own eyes as he wondered how he would fix it. 

Chapter 16

[thebarnestwin]

Introduction

Hello, Tumblr. @the-superoriginal (main blog) here, technically. This is another rp blog of mine - yes, I know I have like dozens of blogs by now.

So, Joseph Barnes. That's my oc that I am playing here on this blog. He's Bucky's twin brother. Identical twin, by the way. And, yeah, I let myself be *clearing my throat* inspired by Sebastian Stan's other roles. I imagine him to look like Nick Fowler. (Seb's character in the 355.)

Timeline? MCU post-Endgame. But if requested also open to other time periods like the 40s or so.

Backstory

So, rules:

NSFW is not appreciated, which could change over time through, but when that is the case I write it down here. Currently it's just making me cringe knowing there's another person on the other end.

Violence is okay on the other hand. It can be detailed too. Just write it at best on the top then and make a cut under it. Don't want to accidentally traumatise minors, do we? Example: TW: Heavy gore

Current status of this blog is: No connections to other rp blogs. So, please don't write a Bucky rp blog or so 'Do you know this one?' or something like that. They most likely don't. Again, I write it down here if that changes.

I would like it if we would write in interactions third person and detailed. Like the chapter of a book. So, I know how it is meaned and get more material to work with. If we write out of character then please like this: ((ooc:))

That said... If you want to interact with Joseph, as in having a backstory with him like they already know each other because of whatever, then please write me in private first so we can talk about the details. 'Cause I, Joseph, will act as if we don't otherwise. I just can't/won't search for God knows for long for infos about your character/blog.

While I am not a part of the LGBTQ+ community, I want this blog to be welcome for everyone so please don't write homophobic, racism things and etc. here! We don't need to make live worse for others, alright?

[eldritchmochi]

Ask game: U (three faves from three fandoms and why)

thank u for including the question and not just the letter so i can answer this on mobile with a lap full of catte

1) from cr, ashton. hes got it all: my pronouns, my personality, my problems..... but the bits of myself i see in them are the bits i like, like the aggressive mother henning and the awareness of who/what is or is not a good target for venting frustrations (even if some of his coping skills are uh. not great). add in the chronic migraines and chronic (nerve?????) pain/other related impact trauma pain and im just like this one is M I N E sorry tal

2) kylo ren, from the star wars st. i can never tell if i like kylo or hux better because i find both of them really interesting to write, however, hux is interesting because even after three movies (and several comics) hes largely still a ghost where we dont really know a ton about him or his motivations, so hes really fun to flesh out. kylo otoh, we know (slightly) more about and his base fucked-up-ness is interesting to build off and make aa. functional lmao, both in a "this character is well written" way and a "this persons personality could feasibly exist" way. in cannon, i find him to be a really interesting portrayal of how even coming from a loving family with all the available resources doesnt mean shit if youve got a (literal) voice in your head influencing you towards a dark path. hes also a pretty recognizable portrayal of how being groomed for something can really fuck you up. NOT that i think either of these reads are true to text or intentional on the behalf of the directors/didney, there is no way that nuance was baked in BUT it is why i connected with him so hard (ask me about my kylo shelves..... but not right now i still have bits to put in there i just cant reach very well bc my ac is in front of it lmao)

3) bucky barnes, both mcu and comics. okay so, i liked bucky in the first avenger I thought he was a great match for steve both personality wise and in looks 10/10 no notes seb stan as bucky could ask me for a dance and id join him on the floor (i dont dance). then the winter solider came out and this is the only mcu movie i actually bought and have watched more than a couple of times, for a hot minute it was my bed time movie because i just love everything about seb stan as the winter soldier that man knocked it out of the park and also in hindsight my LUST for the beef of him there really foreshadowed how much im enjoying my body on t lmao. the mcu bucky is also a bit of a ghost and i haven't read a ton of his comics (and i borrowed them from the library so idek which ones ive even read rip), but its been like idk eight years since i watched tws and i can still very clearly see that bit in the first big fight where hes murder walking towards the camera inspiring fearousal in all who witness him and im STILL like "gender"

i should really cosplay him ive got the hair

pls send me more letters off this ask meme linked here so that i can not be more bls i am starved for attention

[littlemissidontcare]

As far as I can see the ones who make the fandom look bad are the ones who send people hate for having a different opinion of this woman / Yeah Seb left IG because people don't agree on a blog. Please. The way AW is talked about on this blog normalizes hate. That hate spreads to other places like IG and TW. People see her called a leech (and much worse here) assume it's true even though it's only opinions and think it's okay to call her those things. This is a public blog not a private discord

Lol you guys really just need someone to blame besides her stans huh?

[wewringmagicfromtheordinary]

#this for real makes me want to slap spellman across the face#being tortured an EXCUSE??#wtf is wrong with these people??#who was it said they know bucky is gay because no straight character would be treated this way#nat was allowed to be a badass with all her red room training in tact#also his 'I remember every kill' was MADE UP BY SEB STAN#TO TAUNT TONY#it was not ACTUALLY true#as you can see in CW when he wakes up after being knocked out and ASKS WHAT HE DID#BECAUSE HE DOESN'T REMEMBER YOU FUCKIN MORON#tony stans do not belong on the staff of any bucky vehicle#how the fuck do these people get hired?#all you have to do in an interview is ask 'so what did you think about the end of CW?'#and if they think tony was justified#or bucky should've been 'punished'#KICK THEM OUT THE DOOR#'has this excuse' 'irredeemable' WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU MAN

#bucky barnes was NOT brainwashed or manipulated (they could've written it like that..... but they did not)#he was MIND-CONTROLLED#like clint barton and erik selvig and antonia dreykov and wanda's victims in westview#(none of whom are ever expected to be blamed or have to apologise for what THE VILLAIN mind-controlled them to do)#and the starks deaths were completely karmic#stark was bestie's with bucky's torturer to the point of giving him a nickname#he was running the 'quasi-fascistic' (tony's words) org torturing bucky and employing his torturer . . . FOR DECADES#he had winter soldier serum when bucky (at time of writing) was the only possible source#he knew about bucky (as per 👆 + his lack of reaction/surprise + whatif's reveals that he knew . . . for DECADES)#and why do ppl assume maria stark didn't know anything either?#are we back to 'but she's just a dumb wife she's not complicit' about rich boring white women attached to terrible white men?#a girlboss until she's done sth wrong and then she's but a weak and feeble woman huh? now who does this remind me of...? 🤔#howard stark wasn't tragically 'assassinated' he's a nazi arms-dealing thief who FAFO#hydra employees sending TWS to kill their own employer is not bad it's just nazi-on-nazi violence#the cognitive dissonance of tony in EG tho...#'hey steve we're at my dad's kinda-nazi org omG DAD I'M SO GLAD WE GOT TO SEE EACH OTHER' *hugs*#😯 I beg your finest pardon??#bucky wasn't an employee he wasn't a 'prisoner with a job' he was a brain-damaged [deliberately] mentally handicapped mind-controlled SLAVE#'why is the narrative so harsh towards bucky' you KNOW why. you know.#if clint barton had got 'givecaptainamericaaboyfriend' trending this would've been him#anyway if bucky isn't in cap 4 I'm relieved#“anti malcolm spellman”#tw victim blaming via amarriageftrueminds

Might just be me reading too much into this one little quote, but why does it sound like all those Tony Stan posts that insist the fight at the end of Civil War wasn’t enough, and Steve should’ve just let Bucky get pulverised.

“Manipulated” my ass. I suppose he decided to selectively ignore the fact that Bucky was strapped to a chair and electrocuted in the opening scene, or that once Zemo spoke the code words “Bucky” completely disappeared. Bucky wasn’t gaslighted, he was wiped.

“It wasn’t him” isn’t an excuse, it’s a fact.

Excuse my French but stay the fuck away from writing Bucky for Cap 4.

[falcqns]

tw: sebastian stan & tommy lee

sorry I know this is irrelevant but all my friends love seb so I can’t rant to them about it but recently he was spotted leaving a restaurant after having dinner with tommy lee and hugging and *throws up* ew just so disgusting and the fact that they’re actually friends is so revolting - I didn’t think it was possible for seb to become anymore of an asshat but here we are - like doing the show (without Pamela’s permission) is enough but actually becoming friends and liking the actual person is so fucking awful (you can ignore this but you are one of the only people who truly understands)

also what is up with him lately? something in his water??… he’s looking extra musty and wrinkled like what’s up with the haircut dude and the style? 🤧 sometimes I just wanna 🧎🏌🏼‍♀️

thank you for letting me rant and I’m sorry if this puts you in a sour mood but i just can’t stand him and I’m so sick of everyone turning a blind eye to all his shit (literally I saw a TikTok which showed pictures of this and the creator and the comments were like “oh my gosh so handsome” “his sweater is so cute” blah blah completely ignoring the fact that tommy lee was with him)

fucking misogynistic (you can just feel it) racist repulsive fat ego man (🤮🙅‍♀️)

no bc you made such great points. i was never a pamela anderson fan before watching it but i watched it anyways because i was becoming a fan of Lily and wanted to support her. i am now a full blown pamela fan and i support her 100%, and i felt bad after realizing she never gave her consent for one of the worst things shes ever gone through to be made into a show for everyone to see. thats like if someone made a movie about andrew and i's relationship before we broke up for almost a year.

but yeah, the fact he's friends with tommy lee?? disgusting, and i dont blame anthony for wanting to distance from him. him doing that makes me think he's also friends (or on good terms) with jeff gilooly too because he interveiwed him for I, Tonya.

also yes, he doesnt look good. the only time he looks remotely good to me is when he's playing Bucky and thats the only time i find him attractive because i am able to take the thought that it's seb out of my mind and think of bucky and i think my mcu dr helps with that because i've told bucky that i shifted there and explained what seb as done and he was disgusted. unfortunately i forgot to script out that seb exists in that dr and he's met him and it didn't go well lol. but yeah, he just looks like he smells lol. either he smells really bad, or he uses WAYYYY to much cologne.

he just gives me the major ick lol

[buckysbarnes]

SEBASTIAN STAN as CHASE COLLINS the covenant (2006) + out of context quotes