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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Twenty Two

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. Angst. Fluff. Mentions of injuries. Hollywood sucks. Spoiled, rich bitches. Bullying. Did I miss anything?

Masterlist

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April 18, 2021

You waited, breath caught in your throat for the sound of the door closing.

Two pairs of heavy steps, one dragging more than the other.

A few shared words, both voices snippy and short.

Then finally the slam of the door.

You relaxed back into the door, suddenly able to breathe again.

For the past eleven days, you’d been living like this. In a space that constantly felt like you could cut the tension with a fucking butter knife. You knew it would be bad but never could you have prepared for just how hard it would be to be around Catalina.

Hate really was a strong word… But you could officially say you meant it now when you said you hated her.

You scrubbed a hand over your face, eye catching on the pup sitting at your feet.

“What?” You huffed, throwing your arms out to the side, “Can you really blame me?”

Bentley simply titled his head and made a little huffing sound but you got what he was putting down.

Come on, mom! I gotta pee, quit being dramatic!

“You’re right.” You pulled yourself off the door with another sigh, “Let’s go, buddy.”

You pulled open the door, checking the hallway to make sure you were all clear. Laughing to yourself as you did. You damn well knew everyone was gone. With the release of Sebastian’s movie Monday two days ago, Sebastian was asked to be ‘spotted’ with Catalina in Griffith Park.

She wanted in on some of the attention he was getting through the movie and TFAWS too.

They would walk a short stretch on the main path and Eli, Seb’s assistant, would walk behind them to take a ‘candid’ picture and then they’d post it on some random Twitter account. That was the plan you’d overheard last night anyways.

You didn’t really care, as long as it got her away from you.

They wouldn’t be gone long, at least, Sebastian wouldn’t. You were honestly hoping that his team would convince her to stay somewhere else for now. He’d been on their asses about it since the moment she showed up at your doorstep on your birthday.

Realistically, you knew she wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.

Not unless they made her.

But how much power did they really have over her?

Money talks.

And her parents, or better yet, her sugar daddy, were paying lots for this fake relationship. She was going to be sure that she got everything her way.

Yeah. You could say you’d definitely learned a lot about her this week. Things you certainly would have loved to have gone without knowing your whole life.

You weren't very surprised to hear that she had a sugar daddy and the he was the one that got her this arrangement in the first place, especially when you found out he worked for Sebastian’s agency. You didn’t know much about him other than he was some older Spaniard, who previously worked as a manager for some famous European singer and that he owned a big ass yacht.

But for some reason you were surprised to find that not only was Catalina a bitch but she was a messy bitch.

And by messy, you meant literally disgusting.

Your jaw practically hit the floor when you walked into the kitchen to find a pile of dishes in the sink that weren’t there before when you scurried off to your room when you heard her bedroom door open. And by the dried food caked across the plates, it was obvious they’d been in her room for more than a couple days.

“Murder.” You hissed, fists unclenching and clenching as you glared down at the overflowing sink, “I’m going to commit murder.”

You whipped out your phone from the lulu workout jacket you’d slipped on, sending a quick, angry text.

To Smexy Seabass:

I’m fucking TIRED of cleaning up her shit.

If she is going to continue to stay here, she needs to grow the fuck up and clean her shit or she needs to hire her own personal cleaning lady.

You winced as you read the text over again, regret already bubbling up in your chest as his text bubbles appeared.

To Smexy Seabass:

I’m sorry baby. I’m not taking it on you.

I know it’s not your fault. I’m just frustrated.

From Smexy Seabass:

I’ll handle it.

You aren’t the only one but I’m still sorry.

Love you tons. Be home soon.

To Smexy Seabass:

I love you more.

You couldn’t keep living like this.

You haphazardly slid your phone across the island before trekking over to the back door to let your eager pup out into the yard.

“I’m sorry, baby boy.” You cooed softly, “Go on. We’ll go for a run in a little bit.”

He ignored you, bounding excitedly into the backyard. You took a second to watch him zoom through the yard, racing from one end to the other.

Man, life must be good when you’re a dog.

You took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it—willing to stress away with it.

You couldn’t let her get to you.

You wouldn’t let her win.

It wasn’t comfortable for her either. You and Sebastian weren’t going out of your way to make her feel accommodated–you made dinner for two and ate it together, you planned outings that didn’t include her, watched movies in the common space, and had friends over.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t have other living arrangements. Her cousin lived not too far from here and sugar daddy owned a house a few blocks over.

The only reason she was staying here was to get under your skin.

She’d made that obvious within the first few hours of her stay.

You really had planned to go at it with niceties—kill her with kindness and all that but then she didn’t try to hide her distaste for you when she refused to shake your hand, instead eyeing it as if it was the literal scum on the bottom of her shoe. And then it was the looks–disapproving glares and judgmental once overs whenever you were in the same room. It wasn’t even forty eight hours before the comments started, snide remarks about your outfit, your hair, the amount of food you did or didn’t eat.

It had become downright unbearable to be in a room with her, especially alone.

Nothing she said ever truly bothered you. There was only one real reason a woman put another woman down; jealousy. She was obviously extremely threatened by you and insecure.

Still, it wasn’t something you should have to put up with in your own, albeit temporary, home.

The blatant disrespect and bullying.

Catalina was a child.

A spoiled, insecure brat.

Sebastian’s presence helped somewhat. At least when he was in the room she would act better and by better, she would ignore your presence completely.

You actually preferred that.

And if you were being completely honest, it was funny to watch her try and keep his attention when he only ever had eyes for you.

You were both gearing up to film so fortunately you weren’t home as often the past couple days but there were times when you wrapped up at work before Sebastian and found something to occupy your time to avoid returning home without him. Just yesterday you finished early and ended up hanging around his trailer until he was done. By the time you returned home it was well past eight and you were immediately bombarded by Catalina as soon as you stepped through the door.

“Finally! You are late.” Catalina beamed, shoulders straightening as she caught sight of Sebastian standing in the doorway behind you, “I’ve texted you a million times now, Sebby. I made you dinner.”

Never had you felt more invisible.

It was like you weren’t even standing there, she was looking right past you.

But it was probably a good thing, you supposed.

You felt Sebastian’s hand trail along your back, looping possessively around your waist to rest over your stomach. In that moment, you appreciated the way his body pressed against yours–grounding you and inadvertently including you in… whatever this was.

Finally her eyes flickered to you—only long enough to send a disgusted sneer in your direction.

Two could play that game. If she wanted to pretend you didn’t exist, you would too.

You leaned back into him, relishing in the warmth and comfort, and tipped your head back to shoot him a goofy, careless grin. One so full of love and adoration, that anyone with a pair of eyes could practically taste the sugary sweetness.

“Actually,” Sebastian dipped down to press a kiss to the top of your head and you didn’t miss the way Catalina’s eyes flashed with blatant anger, “Eli and Molly are picking up pizza for us.”

You had to swallow back a laugh. If it were anyone else, you’d feel bad but it wasn’t and she definitely didn’t deserve anything from him–not his time, not his attention, not his kindness.

Instead of brushing it off like a mature adult, she scoffed loudly, stomped her foot, and stormed off in the direction of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest and an ugly pout in her lips.

You turned in his arms as soon as she was out of your line of sight, “Pizza?” You snickered, your own arms wrapping around his neck as you lifted yourself up on your toes. “Does Eli know he’s supposed to pick that up?”

He threw his head back, not bothering to quiet his laugh as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you tighter against him. He fished his phone out of his back pocket with a goofy grin, “Let me just call him real quick.”

You giggled, lifting yourself up further to peck his lips a few times as he fumbled with his phone, trying to find the right contact and kiss you at the same time.

“Yeah, hey,” He paused to kiss you again, “Will you pick up some pizza on your way over?”

“It’s going to be a long fucking summer.” You mumbled to yourself. “God help us all.”

You turned, heading towards the kitchen because those dishes weren’t going to wash themselves and maybe a good, hard scrub would release some of this built up anger coursing through your blood.

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Doing the dishes hadn’t helped, not in the slightest. In fact, it made you feel worse.

You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why you didn’t just leave them for her to take care of. Now she would expect you to just do them from here on out.

You were enabling her that way. And now you wished you had put them in her room.

You were feeling extremely out of control with her around. Staying in that house with her was suffocating you.

You were constantly on edge.

You didn’t trust her.

Not with your things. Not with your life outside of the limelight.

What if she took a picture of you while you were sleeping? Or naked?

What if she was plotting against you?

She’d leaked her ex's nudes out of spite, who’s to say she wouldn’t do the same thing to you?

You hated that she had that much control over you—that you let her get under your skin like that.

Your thoughts had run rampant and they grew louder and more persistent with every heavy step. Running usually helped to clear your mind and you’d chosen this quiet, scenic route for you and Bentley for the sole reason of turning off your mind and finding some peace.

Instead you got the opposite.

Your body felt tense. Your head felt clouded. Your heart, physically heavy.

You took a sharp turn, cutting down a different path to head back in the direction of the main road. Maybe running through LA would serve as a good distraction. Your mind would not have much time to overthink if it was too busy trying to figure out all the different people you’d no doubt come across.

It probably wasn’t the safest idea to run along the road, especially on a hill but you figured it would be fine during broad daylight and you knew the area well enough to know it was fairly safe. You really didn’t have to worry for your safety until you were further into the city.

You used the down hill slope to your advantage, laughing breathlessly at the way Bentley’s face looked blown back against the wind. Finally, the adrenaline you’ve been searching for hit you full force.

And all you felt was relief.

A content smile bloomed across your face, a healthy flush blooming your cheeks. You pumped your arms harder and pulled your knees higher with every stride.

Everything we be okay. Everything-

A car honked, slowed to a stop across the street, and then your name was called.

You didn’t even have time to react, Bentley cut right in front of you to dart across the street and somehow your foot got caught in his leash. One minute you were upright, the next you were laying flat on your back with a dull throb in the back of your head and a sharp ache in your ankle.

“Oh my God.” You blinked up at the familiar figure hovering over you, cerulean eyes swarming with so much concern, “Baby, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

If you thought your head was fuzzy before, it was nothing compared to now.

Your name was called softly, “Hey,” A pair of warm big hands cupped your face, “Please, say something or I’m calling an ambulance.”

Finally you inhaled sharply and it was only then that you realized the air had been knocked from your lungs. You licked your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry, “How are you here?” Your eyes flickered over Sebastian’s face, “Am I in heaven?”

Out of all the things that could’ve come out your mouth…

Fortunately, this earned you somewhat of a laugh. A chuckle at best. But not from the man kneeling over you.

“She makes jokes.” You tilted your head to the side to find Eli standing over Sebastian’s shoulders. “She looks fine to me.”

You moved to sit up and your boyfriend helped you with a steady hand on your back and the other on your elbow. Your vision swam a little and you pressed a hand to your head with a groan, “What are you doing here?”

“I tracked your location and figured you were on a run.” Sebastian shrugged his shoulders a little, his hands trailing over your shoulders and down your back. No doubt making sure you were okay for himself, that you didn’t have any serious cuts or scrapes that needed immediate medical attention “I was going to have Eli drop me off so I could join you. I should’ve called and warned you.”

The look on his face reminded you of a literal kicked puppy and your heart clenched painfully in your chest. He would definitely blame himself, he already was if the blatant guilt in his expression was any indication.

Trying hard to bite back a wince, you pulled yourself up on your knees and threw your arms over his shoulders, “It wasn’t your fault. You had no idea Bent would react like that.”

Your whole body tensed up and your head whipped frantically around, “Where is he?”

“He’s okay.” Eli spoke up, drawing your attention back to him and calming your racing heart, “I put him in the car.”

You slumped back into your boyfriend's arm with relief, burying your face in his chest. You felt like crying, you couldn’t even begin to describe how mortified you felt and you could only hope to God that no one saw you in this position.

“We should go.” It was as if he could read your mind, “Are you okay to stand?”

You weren’t sure but you nodded anyway. Your head, back, and ankle hurt so bad. All you wanted to do was crawl in bed, forget this day, and start over tomorrow.

Sebastian took your hands in his and helped you to your feet. Your entire body was trembling, the adrenaline from the run and then the fall finally wearing off. There was no hiding your pain when you went to take a step and your legs practically buckled.

“Woah.” Your lover caught you around the waist, pulling you protecticaly into his side, “What hurts?”

“My ankle.” You rolled your eyes, breathing out an annoyed huff at the pointed look he shot you, “And my head and back.”

He didn’t respond but instead scooped you up in his arms and checked for cars before crossing the street, “We’re going to an urgent care.”

“Seb-”

“Don’t argue with me.” He cut you off, tone final, “You scared the ever living shit out of me. You can’t even put weight on your ankle and you hit your head. You are going to get checked out.”

“I’m sure it’s just sprained or something.” You sighed, dropping your head against his shoulder. You were just tired, you wanted to go home and cuddle in your bed, not deal with doctors and the risk of people seeing you. “No big deal.”

“I don’t care.”

Eli pulled open the door as you approached the car and Sebastian slid into the backseat with you in his lap.

“This seems a little excessive.”

“Shut the fuck up, baby.” He hissed, pressing a hand to your head, guiding it back to rest on his shoulder, “Just humor me. Please.”

You relaxed back into his embrace with a dramatic sigh, “Fine.”

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By the time you returned home from urgent care the sun had long ago set and your stomach was protesting loudly.

“I can walk.” You grumbled to Sebastian when he appeared at your door.

“Just let me take care of you, baby.” He pleaded, eyes all soft and big, “You have a concussion and a broken ankle. Please.”

You sighed, relenting by wrapping your arms over his shoulders and holding on tight as he scooped you up in his arms. “It’s not broken. A stress fracture isn’t technically a break.”

“Yes it is.”

Eli unlocked and opened the door for him, holding it as you passed through with a tired smile.

“Thank you.” You offered softly, mirroring his smile, “Seriously. We appreciate you.”

“Of course.” He responded, “What are friends for?”

Sebastian chuckled lightly, “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“Aw.” A sly grin split across Eli’s face, “Don’t get it all sappy on me now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Your boyfriend laughed, shrugging as best he could with you in his arms, “Go on and get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Eli hesitated by the door, one hand on the handle, “Are you guys sure you’re good? Do want me to pick you up some dinner?”

“Nah, man.” Sebastian smiled, shaking his head, “We’re just going to order something. Go home to your wife!”

“Okay.” He chuckled, “See ya tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

You both watched as he left, locking the door once he’d made it safely to his car.

“To bed with you.” Sebastian chuckled, tightening his arms around you as he began to make his way further into the house, “And then I’ll order some food. What you feel like having?”

You let your head rest against his shoulder, eyes heavy and head still pounding, “Something comforting and warm.”

“So,” He grinned, “Chinese?”

“Mhm.” You mumbled distractedly, finally taking notice of the silence and darkness that coated the entire house. Something you weren’t used to since the arrival of your unwelcomed guest. “Why is it so quiet in here? Where is she?”

“I sent her away.”

He said it so casually like it wasn’t that big of deal–like it probably didn’t take that much convincing.

“How?”

Sebastian didn’t respond right away, instead taking his time to flick the lights on in the master bedroom and then set you gently on the bed. He moved to gather a pair of pajamas and your fuzziest socks, “Do you want to shower?”

You looked at him like he’d grown two heads, “Sebastian.”

Finally, he turned to look at you, hands on hips and a tired look on his face, “I let her post about Monday.”

Your mouth opened and closed, “Like just for tonight?”

“No.” He approached you, setting the pjs on the end of the bed before taking your face in his hands, “My teams working out a schedule. She’s allowed to stay here every once in a while to make content to bait.” He brushed his thumb down your cheek, “And someone else will always be here when she is. You will never be alone with her.”

“How did you-”

“Know?” He interrupted softly, “She isn’t so quiet or sneaky. I’ve heard some of the stuff she’s said to you. It’s disgusting.”

“Thank you.” You leaned forward to rest your forehead against his, feeling nothing but relief. “Thank you so much for that.”

“I love you, baby.” He whispered, dipping down to press a soft kiss to your lips, “I want you to be comfortable in your own home and I couldn’t stand her being around either. I’m always going to put you first. I’m always going to have your back.”

“I love you.”

You shared one more tender kiss and a few quick pecks.

“Now,” He pulled back, wearing a lopsided grin, “How about a shower?”

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socialfake · 2 years

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finally a f*cking masterlist

Hola everyone and welcome to this hell site :) jk

anyways i finally figured out how to make a masterlist and i've always wanted one for my blog so here you gooo hehe

also a little disclaimer: most of these edits are old. i just scrolled though my blog and added them as I went further back so please excuse the horrible layout and the cringy captions or whatever lol plus i really don't know why but somehow i made a couple insta edits for chris evans with his handle as "captainchris" ???? did that use to be his handle? or wtf was wrong with me back then??? weird 16 year old me oof

I hope this helps and maybe some of you amazing people have fun taking a look at my weird edits from 2018

Thank you for your support along the way, i feel so loved lul <3

Dividers by @promenadewithme-graphics

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Chris Evans missing you singer football, camping and netflix&chill what do you mean, you're me???

Sebastian Stan proud seb a tough day (african female reader) random and cute insta post teaching him how to tango Pregancy II thirsty texts mum's kisses

RDJ supportive dad Jealousy 10 year annivesary

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Tom Hiddleston Meeting the family wifey's red carpet look

David Mazouz What a Night

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Why Don't We

being friends with wdw II

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Harry Holland professional ice skater

Harrison Osterfield Vacay

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ellerosie2332 · 2 years

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Brother's Co-Star

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Brother’s Co-Star

Sebastian Stan x Holland!Reader

Summary: Being Tom Holland’s older sister has lead you to meet a lot of his co-stars. One however, catches your eye, and you catch his. Maybe you should have told your brother first.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: slight language, fluff, a little angst.

PLEASE DON’T STEAL MY WORK, REBLOGS ARE WELCOME.

Dating Sebastian has been a dream come for you. You met in 2015 when you went to the set of Civil War with your younger brother Tom. There was an obvious attraction between the two of you however, you didn’t start dating for three years.

The only problem is that despite dating for two years, you and Sebastian are yet to tell Tom. You have met Sebastian’s mother and Sebastian had met Dom and Nikki. You hadn’t told any of your younger brothers, as you don’t see them very often.

You knew about the rivalry between your boyfriend and your brother. You knew deep down you should tell Tom, but a part of you didn’t want to upset him. You weren’t sure how he would react to you dating his former co-star, despite your Mum telling you that even though he may be mad to start with, he would calm down and see how happy you and Sebastian were.

As you were a singer, you spent a lot of time in America, specifically between LA and New York. You had even contemplated moving full time to US and living with Sebastian. It was something that you both discussed and decided that if you were to move in together, then you would tell your brothers first.

One day you were sitting in your LA home with Sebastian and decided to plan a trip home. Together, you decided that Sebastian would join you and you would tell your brothers. Tom was currently on a break from filming, and you knew that Harry, Sam and Paddy would also be in London.

“Are you sure you are ready dragă (darling)” Seb asked as you sat together on the couch.

“Yeah, I mean I am nervous, but I really want to move here permanently with you. Tom needs to know before I move and it’s only fair. We have kept this a secret for a long time.”

“I know. I just want to make sure you are happy.”

“You make me happy Seb.” You whispered to him. “Sorry, that was really cheesy.” You quickly apologised, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I love that you are cheesy. I love you.”

“I love you too Seb.” You turned to face him, and you connected your lips. It quickly turned into a heavy make out session. Before you knew it, Sebastian was picking you up by the back of your thighs and carrying you to the bedroom.

A few hours later, you were on the phone to your Mum planning a trip back to the London.

“I am so happy you are finally going to tell your brothers Sweetheart.”

“I know Mum. I should have told them when I told you and Dad, but you know how they get.”

“Yeah I know.”

“I mean, I might be the oldest but even Paddy is over protective of me.”

“They definitely, treat you like you are fragile.”

“Anyway, thank you Mum. I really appreciate you putting me and Sebastian up for a few days. We could go to my flat, but I think it will be harder to back out if we are already staying there.”

“You and Sebastian are always welcome. You know that.”

“Thanks Mum, see you in three days.”

“Bye Sweetheart.”

You hung up the phone and went to find Sebastian. He was sitting back on your couch browsing through Netflix.

“I’ve booked the flight dragoste (love). How’s your Mom?”

“She’s good. She is excited to see you again.”

“It’s only three more days. What do you wanna watch?”

“I’m not bothered. You choose.”

Three days later you landed in London. You and Sebastian were greeted by your Dad. Dom shook Sebastian’s hand and gave you a hug.

“Your Mum is so happy you are both here. Do your brothers know your back in London?”

“Actually, we were hoping to surprise them straight away and then we could spend the rest of the trip making it up to Tom.” You laughed and so did Dom and Sebastian.

“Well lets get you two back, you must be tired from your flight. Tom, Harry and Sam are coming round tomorrow, however Paddy is home.”

“Maybe it is easier to tell Paddy first?” Sebastian suggested.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You all started walking out to baggage claim and then the car.

Paddy took the news pretty well. He knew Sebastian and Tom had a unique friendship but to him, he just saw Sebastian as the man who made his older sister happy. You were so relieved that the Paddy was okay with it all. Your brothers’ opinions were important with you, so Paddy’s approval was everything.

Your parents allowed Sebastian to stay with you in your childhood bedroom as long as there was no ‘funny business’. Not that you would anyway, well, it did cross your mind, but with Tom coming the next day, you didn’t want to give him any more ammunition to try and separate you and Seb.

In the morning you took Seb around the neighbourhood that you grew up in, showing him where you went to school and the parks that you used to hang out in. You got home by lunchtime and the pressure was starting to scare you. Seb was doing his best to calm you down as you both stood in your bedroom.

“It’ll be okay dragă. Tom will understand and be supportive.”

“I know, I am just thinking we should have told him earlier.” You started to bite your nails with worry. A habit you have had since you were younger. Sebastian gently moved your hand away from your mouth and brought them to his own to place a delicate kiss on your knuckles.

“I promise you it’ll be alright. We have your parents’ and Paddy’s support, and we have the support of my Mom as well. Everything will be fine.” He smiled at you before leaning down to kiss you on the cheek.

“Thank you Seb.” You mumble against his lips whilst smiling. You were broken apart by the sound of the front door and Tom, Harry and Sam being extremely loud.

“They always this loud at home?” Sebastian questioned.

“Pretty much. Let’s go.” You mustered up the most convincing smile you could, which wasn’t very convincing at all.

“Let’s go.” Sebastian grabbed your hand but let you lead him down the stairs. Your brothers were all preoccupied with whatever was on the TV to even notice you come down the stairs, let alone the 6ft tall man behind you.

“Just in time for lunch you two” Your Mum smiled. This caught the attention of your brothers. All four of them were on the sofa which meant that there was only you left to arrive downstairs. Tom whipped his head around to see who was with you but froze when he saw Sebastian.

“What are you doing here?” Tom asked in an accusing tone.

“I invited him.” You answered for Seb, trying not to show your nerves.

“Why?” Tom questioned again as his eyes settled on your linked hands. “No. No, absolutely not. Seriously Y/N?”

“Yes Seriously Thomas.”

“Why him of all people.”

“What is that supposed to mean? ‘Of all people’?”

“Let’s all sit to eat.” Your Dad interrupted, before things got too tense. However, it falls deaf on Tom’s ears.

“I mean, why Sebastian. Of all the people you could date, why him?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you Tom. He’s here as I am introducing him to You, Harry, Sam and Paddy as my boyfriend.” Tom then turned to Nikki and Dom.

“Did you already know? Y/N said to introduce him to us four. Did you two already know that they were dating?” Nikki nodded her head.

“Yes, we met him last year. But before you say anything. This was Y/N and Sebastian’s decision on when to tell you. Now can you come sit down and eat.”

“I can’t believe this.” Tom muttered before standing up and walking out the front door. Harry and Sam got up too, but to your surprise they wrapped you in a hug as a silent way of telling you that they support you.

“Mum, I’m gonna take a walk if that’s alright.” You said as you walked towards the front door. Nikki nodded and slightly smiled as Sebastian followed you.

An hour later, you and Sebastian found yourselves sitting in a dog park not far from your home. It was times like this that you were thankful Sebastian was the way he was. He knew you didn’t want to talk, but you didn’t want to be alone either. He just wrapped you up in his arms and let you cry.

You always knew Tom could react like that, but he was still your younger brother, and the closest to you. You valued his opinion and it hurt that he couldn’t even see past the rage of it being Sebastian to see how happy you were together. You snuggled yourself into Seb’s arms before going to speak.

“I just wished he hadn’t walked out. Whenever we’d fight as kids, we would always stick around to solve it. What if he never forgives me.”

“Dragă? Can I give my honest opinion?” Seb asked. You nodded your head against his chest. “There is nothing to forgive in this situation. We are to consenting adults in a committed relationship. Yes we met through Tom and mine and his friendship has been rocky, but just because we met through him, and he doesn’t particularly like me, doesn’t mean that he has to forgive you for loving me.”

You closed your eyes. You knew he was right. There was a nine-year age gap and you met through Tom, yes. However, you are old enough to know what you were doing, and Sebastian had been nothing but loving and kind to you. He knew how much you loved Tom and had even dialled back on the teasing for you.

“You’re right, as always.” You sighed. “You’ll have to tell me how you’re always right though one day.” You joked. You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle “Do you think it is too soon for me to tell them that we are moving in together?” You asked him slightly unsure.

“Well, I know that was the plan, but if you don’t feel comfortable with moving in until everything with Tom is sorted then I completely understand.”

“How did I get so lucky?” You looked up at him.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Sebastian leaned down to kiss you. Something you happily reciprocated.

Little did the two of you know, Tom was standing, watching the two of you. Seeing how happy the two of you were.

When you got home you saw that only Tom was in the kitchen. You had no idea where the rest of your family was at that moment, but you knew that wasn’t important in that moment. Sebastian whispered in your ear that he was going to go upstairs, to give you and Tom some time to talk.

However, Tom obviously heard what Sebastian had said as he gestured for him to stay as well. “So, first of all I wanted to apologise.” Tom started, looking between you and Sebastian. “I didn’t mean to come across as Sebastian not being ‘good enough’ for you.”

You and Sebastian nodded as Tom continued. “Secondly, I wanted to admit that I saw you two earlier. You both seemed really happy, and it made me realise that I didn’t get a chance this afternoon. Again, I want to apologise for that.” You sighed and left Sebastian’s side to sit next to your younger brother.

“We don’t want you to apologise for how you feel. We just need you to accept that we are together. I value your opinion so much, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I really love Sebastian. I am not leaving him anytime soon and I just hope that you can support us.”

“Of course, I can Y/N/N.” He placed his hand on yours and gave it a squeeze before turning to Sebastian. “Just so you know. You may be nearly fifteen years older than me, but I’ll beat your arse if you hurt my sister.” Tom threatened. Sebastian just chuckled with the promise of never hurting you.

“Now that’s all sorted is it a bad time to tell you that I’m moving to New York?”

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cali-holland · 4 years

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maybe a social media au where the reader is a singer or an actress and tom and her always support each other in the comments?? or on ig stories? like when a new movie or song comes out they always post about it and hype each other up? 🥺 basically supportive & proud bf gf!!

Tom X Actress!Reader ft the boys & seb stan (and definitely not a cropped picture of power couple blake lively and ryan reynolds)

#i forgot to make y/n’s verified but like idc enough to change it oops #tom holland #sm au

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valkirsif · 3 years

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The drummer

For mine favorite sweety @learisa <3

Sebastian Stan (drummer) x Reader

Warning- Smut!!!! MORE SMUT!! ;)

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"What do you want Doll ?" the man asked in a hoarse voice full of excitement,

"I'm listening to you .. " he said smiling at her while continuing to use the drumsticks on her breasts as if he were playing the drums, Y/N was out of breath, she was drowning in pleasure, it seemed to her that Seb had been torturing her for hours holding her on the edge of orgasm, she was jumped on him even before arriving in her room, as soon as the elevator doors were closed the man had pushed her against the glass putting his tongue in her mouth putting his hands on her ass,

"I don't want you to be able to misunderstand the situation" he whispered taking her hand and bringing it on his cock,

"It's to fuck you that I chose you .. and I think it's the same thing you want, don't deny it you're a lake" he laughed putting a finger in her pussy, Y/N hadn't even tried to avoid it, Seb was right he wanted him he fucked her .. she didn't think the evening would end like that when she was getting ready with her friends to go to the concert.

The girls had joined her at her house, she was the closest to the theater and they would not have taken the car,

"Y/N can I wear your red shirt?" Sara screamed from the bedroom,

" Sure .. you can also hold it to me it is no longer" answered the woman laughing putting on the yellow tank top with the drummer's logo that she had worn at every concert, she liked the transparent effect that showed the red bra and her soft tits and full,

"I thought I'd also give you my blue silk sheath dress, I had a new one made" she laughed hearing the cries of joy from her friend ,

"I'm really glad you got fat" Sara replied cheerfully,

"I've always loved that dress" laughed hugging her, it was a special evening .. Y/N celebrated the freedom of being single after 3 years of relationship with a man who he thought was his property, she had regained the pounds that he had made her lose and recognized in the mirror again, buttery and full body, full lips and breasts prosperous than it was back when the same and would have enjoyed yet another concert of his favorite band, had the best tickets, under the stage, she would have enjoyed Seb playing from much closer than usual,

"GIRLS LET US LATE !!" Nicole was screaming from the living room, the group left the house and followed the large group of fans who headed towards the theater, the atmosphere was electric and cheerful, a multitude of people all there for the same reason, the music, took place on the numbered armchairs under the stage and waited for the concert to begin.

The support group had charged the spectators, everyone was dancing and screaming, the screams grew in intensity as soon as the lights went out and they heard the singer greet the audience, Y/N and the friends jumped wildly, the group appeared among the bright flashes greeting before taking her place, the girl focused on Seb , she found him sexier every time she saw him her friends involved her in a dance all together, she was having a lot of fun when she looked back at the man it seemed to her that he was staring, "Surely it's my impression" she said to herself, the lights were very strong it was not possible that he could see it, probably from the stage they saw everything dark hearing only the cries of the fans, during a break in the show they ran to get a drink, it was a hot fierce despite being in the open air but with the tide of people that were there it was normal, even if they had the best seats there was still crowds, they were soaked, Elisabetta was the most far-sighted among them, under the shirt she had put the bikini so she undressed without hesitation, Y/N would have imitated her but the bra was transparent, even though she felt comfortable in her body she was quite shy, she sighed and poured a bottle of water on her head to cool off,

“Hey if you have to play miss wet t-shirt you might as well take it off " Sara laughed taking off her tank top, Y/N blushed trying to cover herself before realizing that no one was paying attention to her .. well almost no one, she turned to look at the stage where the concert had resumed and noticed that Seb was staring at her, this time she couldn't imagine it the man was smiling at her giving her a nod, she smiled her best smile starting to dance for him, at that moment there was only them , she dancing and he playing, smiling, sweaty and beautiful, returned to earth when Nicole took her by the hips to dance,

"PERFECT evening don't you think?" she screamed in her ears,

"After the concert I booked at Yama's",

"Great idea" replied Y/N, "We haven't been there for months" the girls laughed merrily shaking their asses like little girls, Y/N felt great a man approached her touching her shoulder,

"Sorry" he shouted to be heard, her friends gathered around her as if to underline that they didn't want that kind of company,

"You can rest assured I have no annoying intentions" he said laughing,

"Sebastian would like to invite you to dinner after the show .. " he said to Y/N nodding towards the drummer who was watching them at that moment,

"How sorry?" she asked in amazement, staring first at Seb then at the bodyguard, the man smiled at her and repeated the invitation, her friends were speechless and she was speechless, they looked at each other for a moment, none of them would ever refuse or prevent the others from accept turned to the man,

" Er .. ok .. " she stammered,

"Great, this is your pass," he said putting a card around her neck,

"After the show go to the back stage they will take you to the band" he said greeting and retracing his steps, Y/N took the precious card in her hands not believing her eyes,

"I knew those boobs would open many doors for you .. I want a pair too" Sara complained laughing, looking at her shirt,

"That red bra attracts all eyes" laughed Nicole, "Have fun for us too" she laughed,

"I'm stunned I don't believe it yet" replied Y/N returning to dance smiling at Seb , two hours later she walked towards the back stage accompanied by her friends,

"I'll leave you the keys" she said taking a bunch out of her bag and giving it to Nicole, "Wait for me at home .. ",

"You can swear we want all the details .. ALL " they laughed mischievously, an assistant stopped them,

"Pass please" he said, Y/N handed him the card,

"I always pray straight second door on the right" he said giving her directions, the girl greeted her friends and walked away.

When she reached the door she knocked and waited, a bodyguard looked at her sideways blocking the entrance,

"Yes?" he asked seriously, "Are you lost?",

" Er .. Sebastian invited me" she whispered showing the pass,

"Please have a seat" he smiled making her enter, "You don't know how many try to crash" he laughed accompanying her into a sitting room, there were other girls as happy as she,

"The boys are coming right away," the bodyguard said before leaving them alone,

".. you too have been taken aside for the post evening?" asked a girl,

" Yes .. " Y/N replied, "., For Seb too?" she asked curiously, the others waved no, they were one per band member, they were wondering what the evening would be like when the group joined them,

"Hello beautiful" greeted merrily Scot , the singer, "One second and let's go, they are getting the car ready" he smiled, there were embarrassed smiles when the band made the introductions, it was an absurd situation,

"The car is here" said the manager, "The fans are waiting for you outside .. a big smile and let's go", the girls were escorted to the car while the band smiled, took pictures and signed autographs,

"I can't wait to be in the hotel I'm destroyed" Marc said letting himself go on the seat,

".. who do you say .." Seb replied placing a hand on Y/N's knee who squeaked happily,

" Doll if it's okay with you I would order in the room" he said smiling at her,

"Of course no problem" she answered awkwardly, they arrived at the hotel and passed by the garage, a hotel attendant was waiting for them to accompany them to the restaurant, Seb took Y/N by the hand, greeted the others and headed for the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed he pushed her against the mirror kissing her, putting his hands on her ass, Y/N was amazed, she hoped he would kiss her but she didn't expect such a thing,

"How soft you are Doll " he whispered, squeezing her ass,

"I saw you haven't missed a single concert in the last 6 months .. you deserve an award" he laughed,

"Have you seen me the other times?" she asked curiously, she couldn't believe that he had noticed her,

"Sure, tank top and red bra" he replied touching her,

"Hard not to notice these boobs" he laughed touching her breasts, ".. it's exactly how I imagined it .. " he continued to compliment her by kissing her neck, Y/N stopped asking questions by squeezing him, Seb had brought a hand of the girl on the his dick before he creeps into her jeans,

"You are a lake Doll " he said in a hoarse voice inserting a finger inside her while Y/N gently touched him, he had made it very clear how the evening would go and the girl could not wait to be in the room, arrived at the slowly they composed themselves before walking towards the bedroom.

The suite was large and bright, with a big screen in front of the sofa and a fireplace in the corner, colorful carpets covered most of the apartment, Y/N walked around the suite fascinated by so much luxury .. and by the disorder, there were two rooms huge bedroom with private bathroom and a jacuzzi for 5 people, he wondered which was Seb's room and who was occupying the second one,

"I'm ordering dinner, what do you want to eat?" the man asked kissing her neck,

"What you want .. " Y/N replied with goosebumps, ".. I'm hungry" she smiled leaning against him, made herself comfortable on the sofa while Seb was on the phone,

"We have half an hour .. " he said leaning over her,

".. I could start discarding you what do you think?" he smiled pulling off her tank top, the girl let him do she liked the feeling of his hands touching her,

"Up close they are much more beautiful .. " he said looking at her breasts, ".. that bra I have often imagined" he smiled lowering her straps, Y/N moved forward, unfastened her bra and let him take it off,

" It's as soft as I thought" he said excitedly sinking his hands into her boobs, testing their softness, the girl moaned when he squeezed her nipples,

"Don't move .. " he whispered in a hoarse voice going towards the entrance, he came back after a few seconds holding the chopsticks in his hands,

".. I want to hear what sound they make" he smiled turning them over between his fingers, the girl stared at him for a moment understanding what he meant, she smiled at him nodding, the man took a step back and sat down on the table in front of her,

" Seb .. " Y/N said before he started, the man stopped staring at her, ".. can I .. can I have another kiss?" she asked shyly, it was strange to ask to be kissed but she liked the idea of having to ask,

"Anything you want Doll " Seb smiled leaning towards her, took her face in his hands and kissed her running his fingers through her hair,

"Thank you" smiled Y/N still leaning on her knees, the man pushed her towards the sofa,

"You're welcome Doll " he replied sliding the chopsticks on his neck and collarbones, "Stand up straight now" he said in a deep voice, the girl leaned on the sofa putting her hands behind her back, her breasts on display,

"How beautiful you are" he said continuing to go down with his chopsticks on her body, he brushed her inner thigh sliding on her jeans, he played with her pussy through the fabric staring at her, enjoying her moans and her expressions,

".. oh my .. Seb .. " Y/N moaned panting, ".. please don't stop .." she was excited beyond measure, had wet panties and jeans, the man stopped touching her smiling, he turned his chopsticks between his fingers before starting to "roll" on her breasts, careful not to hurt them too much, her breasts turned red slowly as Seb hit her making her moan and meow with each stroke,

"What a beautiful sound Doll .. " gasped the excited man, "..you're an incredible instrument ..", he stopped "playing" too excited to continue, he lowered his pants and boxers, took her by the hair and fucked her mouth,

".. how wonderful your mouth .." he growled pushing his cock down her throat taking her breath away, Y/N clung to his knees trying to step back but Seb held her tightly continuing to sink into her throat faster and faster,

" FUCK .. " he moaned panting enjoying between her lips, ".. swallow Doll as a good girl" he growled staring at her the girl obeyed with tears in her eyes, no one had ever used her that way but she liked her, she was about to say something when knocked on the door.

Seb broke away from her, composing himself and went to open the door, took the trolley without letting the waiter in and went back to the living room with dinner, Y/N was still on her knees, still aroused and on the verge of orgasm, she looked at the frustrated man,

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked the girl, settling himself comfortably on the sofa,

"I'm hungry .. but not what's under the yokes" she smiled panting as she crawled towards the table, Seb laughed kneeling behind her, stroked her back up towards her neck, slipped a hand over breast playing with the nipples causing her to arch,

"You 're right .. " he said bringing his other hand between her legs, ".. we haven't finished the aperitif .. " he growled kissing her neck, untied her jeans, inserting his hand inside her panties and started to stimulate her continuing playing with her breasts, he inserted two fingers into her pussy moving quickly, putting pressure with the palm on her clit , Y/N moaned opening her legs leaning against him, turned her head to kiss him staring at him,

"Tell it Doll .. " he whispered, biting her neck, ".. say it .. what do you want?",

" Seb please .. " she gasped, "..i need enjoy .. Please .. " cried clouded with pleasure, "..let me enjoy .." the man laughed increasing movements inside her, dug nails in the breast,

"Are you sure?" laughed raging on her body, the girl meowed a "please",

"So enjoy for me Doll .. that's why you are here .. to have fun" Seb said feeling her pussy squeeze his fingers, Y/N enjoyed with a moan kissing him, remained in his arms catching her breath for a few minutes,

"Heaven Seb .. those hands .. " smiled down again straight lacing his fingers with hers, "..you really good with your hands," the two made themselves comfortable and dined, now is she hungry .. hunger for food and hunger of him, she was waiting for the moment when he would fuck her, she didn't care if on the bed, on the floor or among the dinner plates she wanted to feel him inside her.

After dinner Seb got up and took her hand,

"Shall we move the party?" he asked taking her to the bedroom, Y/N smiled following him,

"I need a shower.. come" smiled the man undressing, Y/N stopped to stare at him while he undressed, how beautiful he was, his body covered in tattoos sweaty and muscular, he turned towards her and finished taking off her clothes,

"Beautiful, look at that ass .. " he said to himself giving her a full hand spanking, the girl laughed nervously following him into the bathroom, the shower was spacious with a sandstone bench it looked like a cave, Seb opened the water which gushed from the wall like a waterfall, took Y/N in his arms dragging her under the jet, stuck his tongue in her mouth without delicacy, he was excited again the girl felt his cock against her thigh,

"Can we take it slow please?" she asked as soon as Seb stopped kissing her by biting her neck, she felt his hands everywhere squeezing and scratching, the man looked at her like a predator and smiled at her,

"Calm?!" he asked excitedly, "It's a word I do n't know .. " he said pushing her against the glass by turning it, Y/N moaned halfway between excited and frightened her breasts pressed against the cold glass, the water slipping over their bodies,

".. I think I'll take this nice ass .. what do you think?" he asked in a snarl opening her legs with his knee, he held her still by keeping a hand on her neck, brought his free hand between her legs playing with her clit , making her arch,

"You're a little bitch aren't you Doll ?" he said starting to push his cock into her ass, slowly enjoying her moans, "You have a beautiful voice .. " he laughed entering her, remained motionless until Y/N relaxed,

" Seb .. softly .. " she meowed helpless nailed to the glass,

" Shhh won't you tell me I'm hurting you .. " he whispered continuing to circle her clit , ".. I feel you like it .. I feel your pussy asking for more .. ",

" I .. Seb .. " she moaned, arching more, ".. please ..",

"Please what Doll ?" he laughed moving quickly in his ass, "You're the type to ask right?",

the girl nodded moaning,

"So ask .. I want to hear you beg .. " he said, fucking her hard, he left her neck pulling her leg up to possess her better by sinking into her,

" OMG .. " Y/N yelled out of her mind, ".. FUCK ME .. take all I am" she gasped, the man bit her neck growling before putting two fingers in her pussy, the girl threw her head back . . she felt it everywhere in her,

"What a paradise to fuck a woman like you .. " Seb panted, possessing her determined, ".. soft .. hot .. uninhibited .. ", the atmosphere seemed electrified between the steam of the shower, the two moaned and panted lost in ecstasy,

"Good Doll take it all little bitch .. " he grunted entering her completely, ".. don't you dare to enjoy" he said biting her, she felt she was on the edge but wanted to enjoy it again, Y/N meowed desperately,

" I .. I ca n't .. I ca n't resist .. " she gasped, heard the man laugh pushing into her, continued the assaults without giving her respite,

"Now you can .. " he whispered he felt her pussy squeeze his fingers, the girl tried to cling to the glass for the force of the orgasm, "..DOLL .." he growled enjoying embraced her body trembling, he leaned on her back catching my breath by stroking her back,

"Best fuck ever" he gasped, Y/N laughed with him turning and putting her arms around his neck, they kissed and finished showering before going to bed,

"I'll let you sleep" Y/N said looking for her clothes scattered around the room, "Er, will you call me a taxy ?" she asked, Seb pulled himself up on one elbow looking at her questioningly,

"Aren't you going to sleep?" he asked puzzled,

"I thought you wanted to sleep .. " Y/N replied,

"Yes, I am destroyed and I would like you to stay for the night" he replied calmly, "If you don't have someone waiting for you at home", the girl smiled as she slipped into bed, the evening was going better than she hoped,

".. I would like your number" Seb said squeezing it, ".. I wish I could slip into your panties again when I get back to town",

".. ok .." she replied before falling asleep.

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rawiswhore · 3 years

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Various Actors x Fem Reader- “In My House”

Imagine if 2020 was a year when we didn't have the Corona Virus and social distancing.

Because if it didn't have that virus, then this music video would be released...

You're a popular singer who released a new song and music video one day before Thanksgiving 2020.

This song was for the soundtrack for a movie set in the 1960′s, 1966 to be exact.

Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion's "WAP" is easily the biggest #1 song of 2020, but your new single and music video released one day before Thanksgiving might make people forget all about "WAP".

The video might go even more viral than "WAP", you'll find out why.

In the video, as the music starts to play, it starts off with you walking down a hallway dressed in a short, silky black bathrobe.

In the hallway, Timothee Chalamet is standing by one of the doors in the hallway, leaning his back on the wall, dressed in a silky suit and his hair flouncy, looking the way he looked when he appeared on Ellen DeGeneres' talk show at the end of 2017 with Armie Hammer.

This is your (or rather, my) favorite Timothee.

You slowly sauntered up to Timothee to the beat of your song, trying to look as sexy and seductive as possible to him.

The camera shot to Timothee, smirking at you trying to seduce him.

Before the words you sang in this song began, you stopped when you were standing right in front of Timothee, putting your hands on his face.

When the words to the song you sang began, you lipsynched to this song, your face so close to his.

Timothee arched his head back and closed his eyes while you were leaning your face and your body close to him.

Your lips were in front of his lips, your breath touching below his face.

Your lips were nudging into his lips while you lipsynched this song, your lips fumbling and muttering in between his lips.

Sometimes your lips buried and nudged into his slender neck, whereas his hands were on your bathrobe, looking like he wants to shed your bathrobe off.

One of your hands slid from his face to behind his head, where your fingers laced and buried themselves through his tousled hair.

You couldn't resist running your fingers through his hair.

Your other hand, however, was caressing up and down the bare part of his chest not covered by a dress shirt.

After the camera blurred out the image of you and Timothee making out, the camera then cut to Julian Sands looking the way he did in "Yeh Ballet" and "The Painted Bird", dressed in a long sleeve white button down shirt and slacks being held up by suspenders, one of his legs sprawled out across the couch while he holds a scotch glass.

Even though Julian is nowhere near as hot as he used to be, like in "Boxing Helena", "Husbands and Lovers", "Impromptu" and "Warlock II", he's still pretty sexy, especially when his hair is long.

Emilia Clarke is curled up right next to him, smiling and kissing him on the side of his neck and face, her hair her signature chestnut brown, whereas a blond Wendy James from Transvision Vamp circa 1989 is standing behind him and the couch, her arm running down his chest.

The camera then cut to you completely naked, sitting behind a chair with your legs wide open, albeit the chair was concealing and covering your nudity, not showing your breasts and vagina.

You were sitting in that chair Christine Keeler style, this image was meant to replicate that iconic image of Christine.

Sitting in front of you on the floor was Sebastian Stan, looking the way he did when he was interviewed sitting next to Sharon Stone, my favorite Sebastian.

He was smirking and smiling at you while you naughtily grinned at him, your elbows propped across the top of the chair.

When you started "singing" again, after the first 2 verses and sentences, you leaned down into your chair until you were lying on the floor and the chair fell down with it, your arms and elbows censoring your nipples from being shown, your hands on the carpeted floor.

You were lying on the floor in between Sebastian's legs and thighs, and not just that, but crawling behind you was Timothee Chalamet, who cupped and covered your breasts, his palms and hands concealing your nipples.

Tom Hiddleston was sitting on the floor next to the chair you previously were sitting in, Tom looked the way he did in "Return of Cranford".

You lifted one of your hands off of the carpet and placed it behind Sebastian's head, your fingers laced and buried through his hair, your eyes looking up at him.

You leaned your face close to Sebastian's face, your lips nudging into his lips, which then cut to you and Sebastian kissing each other, your eyes as well as his eyes closed.

The video then cut to Sebastian smothering his lips on your front neck, whereas Timothee was nudging his lips on the back of your neck, moving your hair behind your neck out of the way.

Tom crawled over to you and leaned himself into you, pressing and smothering his lips on the right side of your neck.

You were leaning your head back, resting it on Timothee's shoulder, as Sebastian was burying his face into your neck.

While this was going on, was sitting in a leather armchair, Michael Fassbender was watching what was going on with you, Seb, Timothee, and Tom, wanting to join in.

Michael looked the way he did in "Steve Jobs" when he had brown hair and wore that long sleeved white button down shirt.

As the instrumental music was playing, the video cut to various parts of the room, filming JJ Field with short hair while Ksenia Solo and Imogen Poots are surrounding him, trying to shed him out of his clothes.

Imogen and Ksenia have the ends of their hair swept up and have their hair in thick bangs, looking 1960's.

When the 3rd verse of the song began playing, you were lying on the carpet naked with your arms up, whereas Henry Cavill was hovering over you, straddling your lap, he was dressed in a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a pair of slacks held up by suspenders.

His hair was cut short and he looked the way he did on Sherlock Holmes.

This isn't my favorite Henry, I prefer him as Geralt of Rivia, but this is meant to be a music video set in the 1960's, 1966 to be exact.

He was holding a 60's Polaroid camera in front of you, this moment was meant to be a recreation of an image from the 1960's of David Hemmings, a photographer, hovering over Verushka, a German supermodel in the 60's lying down.

When you laid naked on the floor, the camera filming this as well as Henry were trying to conceal and cover up your nudity, not show your bare naked breasts.

The camera then cut to you lying naked on the floor, although it filmed you from above your tits so your bare breasts won't be shown.

You actually put your index finger in your mouth in an attempt to look sexy.

You rose up from the carpeted floor, where Henry leaned himself back a bit.

When you rose up from the carpeted floor, you put your hands on both of his shoulders, your arms cleverly concealing his nudity.

You proceeded to sexily and slowly crawl closer to Henry, making him lounge on his elbows while he lays on the carpet and put the Polaroid camera down.

When Henry was lying on the carpet now, you were lying on top of him, his lips were smothering the side of your face.

Your hands were gripping and grasping onto his suit.

This moment where you lie on top of Henry while he kisses the side of your face was modeled after Madonna in the "Justify My Love" music video.

This music video and song was modeled after Madonna's "Justify My Love" song and music video, minus the crossdressing and lesbianism.

When the chorus played again, the video jumped to Wes Bentley sitting on a couch, you were straddling his lap completely naked, your breasts pressed against his chest to not show any nipples.

Plus, the video was filming you on your side so it won't show your buttcrack.

Wes looked the way he looked in "American Horror Story", minus having someone's face behind his head and top hat.

This is my personal favorite Wes.

His button down shirt was buttoned all the way down, your hands slid on his bare chest.

One of your hands slid from his chest to behind his head, where you let your fingers run through his hair.

Wes had one of his arms wrapped behind you, pulling you into him, where he buried his face into your neck, kissing your neck.

Your head leaned back and your face was in an orgasmic state.

Now you see why this video will blow up even more than "WAP" and make people forget about that song/video?

This video is every woman's sexual fantasy: it's got Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan, Timothee Chalamet and Henry Cavill, men who've all blown up in popularity because of their looks and sex appeal and have fangirls obsessed with them.

Just look at how popular of a show "The Witcher" is.

Though, those fangirls will want to ring your neck and send you death threats after this video because they're jealous of you.

#timothee chalamet #sebastian stan #tom hiddleston #henry cavill #wes bentley #2020 #2020s #fanfiction

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ikaris-whore · 5 years

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Karaoke Night

Pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

Prompt: for @the-ss-horniest-book-club anon requested Seb takes you to karaoke.

There you were standing on stage at the dingy bar, microphone in hand. How did you get into this situation? Your boyfriend drug you to his favorite spot in the city for date night. The two of you took up a booth in the corner and watched as terrible singer after terrible singer stepped up on stage, laughing and dancing in your seats as you enjoyed a few drinks. He signed you up for a song without your knowledge. You had never sung in public before, just in the confines of your shower -- where everyone thought they sounded great.

While you had a few drinks in your system standing up there with everyone’s eyes trained on you was incredibly sobering You felt as if you were going to crush the microphone, you were holding it so tightly in your hand as you stood there waiting for the music to begin and the words pop up on the screen to let you know what song he had picked for you. You look to the back of the room and see Sebastian standing there a cheeky grin on his face as he gives you a wink. He then sat back in his chair to prepare for the show he knew you were going to put on.

The first notes of the song filled the room and the words popped up on the screen, you looked back towards Sebastian -- he knew just what song to pick. You got a sudden surge of confidence, you had performed this song in the shower countless times, you didn’t even need the lyrics. You closed your eyes for the first part, tentatively holding the mic.

“Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas 'Cause somebody told me That's where dreams would be Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas Finally see my name upon the Palace marquis. Gonna quit my job and move to New York 'Cause somebody told me that's where Dreamers should go I'm gonna quit my job and move to New York And tattoo my body with every Broadway show”

You looked as if you belonged up there as the song continued on you started to add your own moves to it, you voice like honey filling the room.

“And you say No fame no money I'm nobody The way I'm running has sure got me down On my knees And next stop, Vegas please. Can you take me to Vegas? I need to see Vegas Can you take me to Vegas?”

As you finished the room erupted in applause and hollars. Sebastian ran up on stage to give you a big kiss, dipping you back as he did, and they only got louder. “Take your seat it’s my turn baby.” He whispered in your ear as he pulled you back up. You stepped back with a nod, handing him the microphone, and taking your seat again.

The organ started playing, then the guitar comes in and you shake your head, you knew the terrible moves to come.

“Well, I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body I know not everybody has got a body like you But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play because I played them, too”

He wiggles his hips in a dance as he sings, not necessarily in rhythm but its cute nonetheless. Continuing the song as it picks up he starts air humping and you physically face palm in your seat. He is having so much fun and is focused on your reaction that he forgets to look at the screen for his lyrics and messes up. With a shrug he continues his hip wiggles and gets back on track. Finishing with throwing his fist up in the air, mic in hand, you can’t help but laugh.

He makes his way off stage but gets stopped by a few people and you decide to grab the two of you drinks from the bar while he talks with them. Suddenly two arms are wrapped around your midsection, stubble scratches the skin of your neck, and his voice lilts through your ears. “Your performance was much better than mine, beautiful.”

“I agree. That air humping was just…” You made an okay symbol with your hand and made sarcastically satisfied face even though he couldn’t see it as his chin rested on your shoulder. Just then the bartender brought your drinks and you handed Seb his before walking back to your booth to watch the rest of the night's performances before you headed home, where he showed you a little more than air humping.

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 5 years

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Better Than This: Another Day in Paradise (Sebastian Stan x Muscian! Reader)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Waring(s): Fluff, 1 Cuss Word, Dash of Sad

Word Count: 736

Info: Moodboard is made by my Bey @coffeebucko and my friend Mary @stanningsebucky makes an appearance! This is day 2 of 7 days of drabbles for my Mum’s birthday. ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEBASTIAN STAN!!!

Synopsis: Y/N with the help of Mary throw Sebastian a wonderful birthday Italian feast. After everyone has gone home with the assurance of Mary, he decides to just tell Y/N how much she means to him.

Day 2 - Another Day in Paradise | Phil Collins

Sebastian closed the door behind Chris and Natalie, after hugging them goodbye. Almost everyone had left his and Y/N’s apartment, but Mary, who he could hear in the kitchen talking in soft voices. Letting his bare feet guide him, he found them ladies sitting at the bar, the sharing another slice of Tiramisu that Mary had made him for his birthday. Both of them looked beautiful in the low glow of the pot lights the kitchen was putting off. Clearing his throat Sebastian made his way to the Keurig, making himself a hot chocolate. Mary winked at Sebastian as she jumped off her stool.

“I better get going, Sebastian, you are free till next week. Don’t answer the phone unless it’s your mother or me.” Mary Italian accent rang through the kitchen as she kissed both of Y/N’s cheeks. Grabbing her Tupperware she had used to transport the Caprese salad she had made, to go with the Italian feast she and Y/N had made for Sebastian’s birthday. After Y/N exchanged hugs with Mary, Sebastian followed after Mary to the front door, while Y/N put the drying dishes away.

“Thank you for making my birthday a great one yet again, Mary. The food was great, and you got Y/N to smile more today than I’ve been able to in the past few days.” Sebastian gave his assistant a half smile, which she returned, as she put her hand on his bicep.

“Of course Seb, it’s what family does, and family takes care of each other, you're the annoying brother I never asked for, who gives me an amazing paycheck. Now, why don’t you go enjoy these next few days off, take care of her?” kissing both his cheeks, Mary hugged Sebastian, before taking her purse from off the hook by the door. Yelling her goodbyes to Y/N and Evie the dog, Mary slipped out as Sebastian said his goodbyes to her.

Sebastian made his way over to the audio system, reaching into the pocket of his skin-tight jeans, he pulled his iPhone out, connecting the auxiliary cord, he found their playlist putting it on shuffle. Y/N came up behind Sebastian, hooking her arms around his waist as she rested her head on his back, he held her hands to him and started to sway to Chris Isaak’s voice.

“You gave meet yet another amazing birthday, made me forget I’m even getting another year closer to 40.” he smiled at a photo of the two of them at Downey’s house in Atlanta, she was displayed across his lap, her legs over the side, with her arms thrown around his neck as she kissed him. “You have this way of making me forget about the things I fear and I just find that so beautiful, Y/N.” turning around in Y/N arms, Sebastian leaned his forehead against hers kissing her.

The song changed to Phil Collins, and Sebastian found himself pulling Y/N’s right hand into his left where he interlaced their fingers, her left arm went around his right shoulder, while his right arm comfortably slipped around her waist. Soon the couple started to sway around the room, to the beat of their favorite Chiswick, singer. This felt like paradise to Sebastian, just them, and their dog Ellie, listening to music.

“You’ve made me the strongest I’ve ever been and that’s because you are one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. I get up every morning and I’m so grateful I met you on the subway. I know I’m one lucky son-of-a-bitch because how could a woman as beautiful and talented as you love a man like me?” tears were now falling down Y/N face, Sebastian let go of her hand and he brought it up to wipe them away. Y/N’s arms now circled his neck as his her waist, they stared into each other's eyes, continuing to sway with the music.

“Sebba, I’m the lucky one. I love you for your compassionate heart, the will to make things right with and for others. Let’s not get me started on your talent, it’s so beautiful, it warms me to the core. You make me strong Sebba, and I hope you know I love you with every fiber I have.” pulling his face into hers they kissed with such compassion as the song came to an end.

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until-theend-oftheline · 6 years

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The Long Goodbye

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: Implied sex, naked people being touchy, heartbreak - Ida yelled at me.

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: It can be read as a second part to Just One Night but it is thought as part of my LLL verse. This is how Sebastian and Y/N met.

Disclaimer: I know the songs I use for Y/N’s band belong to actual bands and soloists. Their release dates also won't fit reality. They fit the point she is at in her life when I use them.

Betaed by: @sebs-potato - I didn’t ask her. I just assumed she was gonna order me to let her again :P

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Escape Masterlist - Lifelong Love Letter Masterlist

Sebastian laid still closing his eyes, trying to sleep as he felt her calm breathing against his chest. This felt amazing. The sex had been fantastic. So why was it he couldn’t seem to shut his brain off and fall asleep?

He tilted his head looking down at her. She looked so peaceful with her eyes closed, cuddled up to him, but her breathing was still light. He assumed she was still awake too. He wasn’t sure though, so he just watched her.

“You’re staring.” A small smile crept onto her face, but she didn’t move or open her eyes.

Sebastian chuckled, giving her a squeeze before answering her. “You’re beautiful.”

Her smile grew wider and her eyes opened. She tilted her head resting her chin against his chest looking up at him.

“You’re not bad yourself, Seba,” she laughed caressing his cheek when he felt his face heat up slightly with her words. “You’re blushing. That’s so sweet.”

Her words and gentle touch most certainly didn’t make the color leave his face and Sebastian averted his eyes cursing himself, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her lips landed on his jaw before she gently forced him to look at her with the hand still resting on his cheek.

“Don’t feel bad about that. That’s a sweet, beautiful quality,” she assured him and Sebastian couldn’t help but mirror her smile.

“So… We never really got to talk. What is it you do for a living?” Sebastian changed the subject before he permanently took the color of a tomato, much to his relief she humored him.

“I’m a singer and songwriter. My bandmates and I are putting the finishing touches on a Christmas album actually. Just covers thought but we do usually write our own music,” she rambled excitedly making Sebastian smile as he listened to her.

“I would love to hear some of your music sometime,” Sebastian told her genuinely, but it still surprised him when she jumped from the bed, stealing some of the covers to wrap around her still naked form.

“Where are you going?” Sebastian called after her, smiling at the sound of her laughter. It was scary how much he loved that sound already. Sebastian didn’t really have time to do much other than sit up to rest against the headboard and making sure his bits were covered by the covers she left behind before she returned to the room with a smile on her face and a phone in her hand.

“Are you calling for help? Because if I wanted to kill you I would have done so already?” Sebastian teased her, grinning as she rolled her eyes at him letting herself fall into bed next to him again.

“Pretty sure you tried and failed already,” she sassed back as she slung her legs over his, nearly giving Sebastian a heart attack when the covers fell the side revealing her thighs. She clearly either didn’t notice or didn’t care cause she just leaned into his side, allowing Sebastian to wrap his arm around her waist as she began fiddling with her phone before showing him the screen.

“This is us,” she said as she music began and Y/N appeared in between a spiky-haired blond man and a smaller woman with a long brown braid hanging down her shoulder.

“I can see that,” Sebastian grinned, before taking a pillow to the face as she laughed at him.

“No dufus. That’s the band’s name. This is Us,” she explained making, Sebastian laugh at the misunderstanding and pull her a little closer as she began to sing in the video.

Sebastian sat quietly listening to the voices and the words of the lyrics. He wasn’t sure what he had expected but it wasn’t this. He was more than a little impressed with her and her two bandmates.

“That’s amazing Y/N,” Sebastian told her with genuine awe in his voice and now it was her time to blush a little.

“Thank you,” she smiled, placing her phone on the nightstand before leaning back against him, but didn’t try to lie back down. She seemed content to just sit with him like this for a little while and to be honest Sebastian couldn’t think of anything he’d rather be doing.

“So you’re not gonna ask me what I do?” he teased her, poking her side making her giggle and pull a face at him.

“No, because I already know. Chris Evans is like the brother I never wanted. You really think I didn’t see Captain America?” she grinned. Sebastian wasn’t completely sure how to feel about that, but he decided it didn’t matter. It didn’t seem like she thought it was a big deal and she was friends with Chris, which probably meant she wasn’t the fangirling type at all.

“I was kinda bummed though,” she continued before he could give it any more thought. “I really liked Bucky.”

“Yeah?” Sebastian’s smile widened. Bucky Barnes was one of his favorite roles to have played, if not the favorite, so it made him proud she liked the character that much. “I really like him too.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at her when she started squinting suspiciously at him. “What?” he laughed at her ministrations.

“You said LIKE not LIKED,” she insisted and Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head at her. He bit his lip looking up at her when she was all of a sudden in his lap straddling him. His hands found her hips and he had to fight the urge to kiss her as she beamed down at him while pretending to scold him.

“Come on Bash. Chris won’t tell me anything,” she whined, making Sebastian throw his head back in laughter.

“That, sweetheart,” Sebastian drawled playfully running his hand down to her thighs sneaking them under the sheet she was wearing as a makeshift dress. “Is because the Marvel police would kill us if we talked. I saw a sniper outside the window a minute ago.”

“Oh my God you’re such a drama queen,” she rolled her eyes playfully at him, looking down to where his hands had disappeared before back to his eyes. There was a playful glimmer on her face as she pressed her hands to her hips.

“What do you think you’re doing Stan,” she asked, fighting to keep a straight face and smirked as his hands wandered up her stomach; his thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts making her gasp.

“I don’t know. There’s a beautiful naked woman on my lap. Kinda hard to keep my heads to myself,” Sebastian smirked, looking after her as she dramatically let herself fall sideways off his lap and onto the bed, not caring the sheet was slipping, leaving little to the imagination.

“And here I thought you were angling for round two,” she sighed with a teasing smile on her lips. Sebastian gulped as his eyes wandered her body and his attention instantly peaked.

“I… I didn’t know that was on the table,” Sebastian stuttered, as she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from giggling.

“It’s on the table. If you got another condom that is?”

She had barely gotten out the words before Sebastian almost did a nosedive to grab his wallet off the floor and Y/N could no longer hold in her laughter. She pulled Sebastian with the wallet in his hand, back into bed and her arms, still giggling at the excited grin on his face.

“Come here you dork,” she spoke softly, pulling him in for a passionate kiss that made Sebastian lightheaded. He stayed that way for the next hour, kissing, touching and making love to her until they finally both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

***

Sebastian woke up early, just like always. He was a restless sleeper and it was actually even rare he slept as long or as peaceful as he had done with Y/N in his arms. He watched her sleep cuddled up against him for a little while, before gently pressing a kiss to her forehead and maneuvering himself out from under her. He gently lifted her head replacing his shoulder with a pillow before standing up to look for his clothes scattered around the room.

He was going to be on a plane later, so he knew that it was probably a good idea to shower. Now he was faced with the decision of using hers uninvited, not wanting to wake her just yet or start breakfast and having to rush back to his hotel sooner than he would like to shower there. Sebastian decided on risking the scolding from Y/N, though he doubted there would be one and headed to her shower.

It didn’t take him that long and he didn’t end up regretting the decision. Borrowing her soaps meant he got to smell her on him a little longer than he would have otherwise. He quickly threw the towels into her hamper and pulled on the boxers and pants from last night in lack of a better option, before heading back into her bedroom. He smiled as he saw her still sleeping, clinging to her pillow with a small smile on her lips.

Sebastian took a deep breath, pulling himself from the daydream he was dangerously close to falling into. A daydream where this wasn’t LA but New York. A daydream where all of this had started with a date and not a misspoken let’s get out of here. He shook his head, scolding himself and headed for the kitchen.

He knew he was falling and it would be better for him to just cut his losses and get out of here. He just couldn’t do that to her. He had clearly been an exception to her. She wasn’t used to one night stands and he didn’t want this to end as a bad experience for her. If his heart had to suffer a little longer so be it. At least he would leave her happy, he thought as he began preparing eggs and bacon for her.

Just as Sebastian was reaching for the toast, he felt her wrap her arms around his waist, resting her head against his arm, peeking around him to see what he was doing. Sebastian couldn’t help but smile at the simple, comfortable little action as he looked down at her.

“Oh, that looks so good! You sure you can’t move in?” she played, having no idea how much her words tugged at his heart or how much he wanted to stay with her.

“Ohmygod. You made coffee too. You’re a saint,” she continued, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek before pouring a mug, handing it to him and then one for herself.

“Do you want milk?” she asked, while Sebastian just shook his head no. He couldn’t speak. She was walking around the kitchen, wearing his shirt from last night, talking to him like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be here. Sebastian wanted it to be. He hated that he had no choice but to be heading back home today for meetings and casting calls, before flying to Vancouver to wrap up his role on Once Upon a Time. He wanted to stay with her, but he also knew that would be weird. They both knew what last night was going to be going in.

“You’re quiet in the morning,” she smiled, jumping to sit on the kitchen counter, looking at him cook.

“I’m always quiet,” Sebastian answered, sounding a little moodier than he wanted to. He saw the flicker of doubt in her eyes and her smile died down a little. He didn’t want that. He hadn’t stayed to make her feel bad. He quickly turned off the stove, before walking up to her and taking the mug from her hand placing it beside her.

He ran his hands up her naked thighs, not to get anything from her. Just to touch and comfort them both.

“But I’m moody in the mornings,” he added, which actually wasn’t a lie. “I’m sorry.” Sebastian smiled, which only grew when she smiled back at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I forgive you if I get a kiss,” she grinned and Sebastian laughed, shaking his head at her playfully.

“I’m cooking breakfast for you and you stole my shirt. Now you want a kiss too?” Sebastian deadpanned.

“Oh shut up and kiss me grumpy,” she insisted, tugging his hair and Sebastian easily gave into her with a chuckle against her lips.

“Actually. That wasn’t bad. I’m gonna need one more,” Sebastian teased her, making her laugh before he kissed her silent once more.

When they broke the kiss, Sebastian didn’t move away from her right away. He kept her in his arms for a while, letting her wrap herself around him like a vine. He wasn’t sure when they would have moved had it not been for her stomach growling at them in protest, making them both laugh. Sebastian reluctantly pulled away from her, filling up two plates and bringing them to the table where he sat down next to her.

Y/N didn’t waste any time digging into her food, humming in contentment. Sebastian sent her a happy, proud smile which she instantly returned sweetly.

“When do you have to leave?” she asked him, as she brought her cup up in front of her face, making it next to impossible for Sebastian to read her expression.

“Soon. I have to swing by the hotel to get my stuff on my way to the airport,” he answered, wondering if the regret was as evident in his voice as he feared it was. She didn’t react though she just nodded, looking down at her plate taking another bite.

“You’re not getting your shirt back though,” she muttered, causing Sebastian’s eyes to widen half in surprise and half in amusement. She had got to be kidding. There was a taxi ride and a walk all the way through the hotel to be made before he could get to a new shirt in his suitcase.

“What?”

“You’re not getting it back. Consider it rent for the night,” she leaned back in her chair, throwing her feet onto his lap, clearly challenging him. Sebastian wasn’t going to back down that easy.

“I thought the kisses and the…” Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows at her, smiling when he saw her fighting one of her own, “was payment enough?”

“Are you insinuating you did all the work, Stan?” She crossed her arms over her chest, making Sebastian sigh in exasperation. This path had gotten dangerous quick and he better steer off it before he got his ass handed to him.

“I cooked you breakfast,” Sebastian motioned with his hand across the table for effect.

“With my food,” she pulled a face at him and Sebastian just opened and closed his mouth, knowing he had been beaten at this little game of theirs.

“Come on sweetheart. You can’t be serious? You want me to get a cab and walk through the Hilton shirtless?” Sebastian all but whined now, more than a little worried she wasn’t playing any longer.

“You got your leather jacket,” she grinned and Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh at her persistence.

“What?”

“Hey, it’s LA. It’s a look. A stupid ass look but still,” she smirked, knowing he was giving in to her.

Sebastian sighed, accepting his defeat as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips. She was smiling like the Cheshire cat when he pulled back and he had to admit it was contagious.

“Alright. You win. It looks better on you anyway and it’s not the first time I made a fool of myself in public,” Sebastian chuckled when she grabbed his neck pulling him back in for another passionate kiss.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly against his lips, making him smile into the kiss. A smile that was completely wiped from his face when her door phone rang and the cabbie announced his presence.

“I’ll get your jacket,” she spoke, jumping from the chair and disappearing into the bedroom before Sebastian had a chance to say a word. She swallowed harshly, letting a hand run down across his face as he got up to push the door phone letting the guy know he was going to be right down.

“Here,” she re-appeared from the bedroom, handing him his jacket. “Your phone and wallet are in the left pocket.”

“Thank you,” Sebastian took the jacket, swallowing a lump in his throat as he realized the awkwardness from when he had arrived at her place last night was back. She was shifting on her feet, avoiding eye contact with him and worst of all Sebastian had no idea how to make it better.

“I had a great time Y/N,” he tried, wanting to kick himself the moment the words came out. Miraculously they worked and she looked up at him, with a hint of a smile.

“Yeah me too.”

Sebastian didn’t know what came over him, but he suddenly just knew he couldn’t leave here without a proper goodbye. So he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body as he kissed her deeply and tenderly. Hoping that somehow everything that he couldn’t say would be translated into that kiss.

She smiled when they pulled apart but Sebastian could have sworn he saw a tear in her eye as she pushed him out the door, telling him to go before he missed his plane. The door closed behind him before he could know for sure and it had probably just been wishful thinking anyway.

It wasn’t the first connection he had made with a woman he had spend the night with, Sebastian reminded himself as he pulled on his jacket and ran towards the cab. Some connections were just deeper than others he thought as the cab pulled away from her building and out into the street, driving Sebastian on the route back to New York and out of her life for good.

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duuhrayliegh · 1 year

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can i request a sebby x singer!reader fluff 🥺🥺

welcomed surprise

pairing: sebastian stan x singer!reader

warnings: none, prob bad writing from writers block

a/n: i have so many WIPs it’s not even funny anymore, this was something that i worked on for THREE WEEKS and then left for another TWO and finally gave up, i wanted this to be longer but i simply can’t get over my writers block for some reason. i’m working on a pornstar!au for bucky x reader but we’ll see how that one comes along. in the meantime enjoy this drabble one-shot about Sebastian x singer!reader

no beta’d, all mistakes are my own. i do not give permission to repost or translate my work anywhere.

you can find more about sebastian x singer!reader here!!

“I’ve got to call Sebastian, he’s gonna flip!”

Your words slur together a bit, the sheer exhaustion of touring finally catching up to you. You prop the phone against the dingy bathroom of the green room. You were still a smaller artist-- gaining traction due to the size of your online following-- so booking venues meant that you were playing smaller bars with less than fantastic amenities. You couldn’t care less though. You were doing exactly what you thought you were going to be whenever you were younger, just took you a smidge longer than you thought.

“Hey pasărea.”

Sebastian’s usual chipper tone was dampened and his screen was dark and pixelated.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Guilt starts to weave itself into your bones. Usually Sebastian would be going to at least three or four of your shows, but his shooting schedule for his latest movie isn’t giving him any rest time.

“No, you’re okay birdie. I was just starting to lay down.” You hear him clear his throat and shuffle to sit up, the covers ruffling as he moves. “What’s up, pasărea mea.?”

“I was just calling to let you know that I got nominated for an award.”

You listen as Sebastian lets out a small gasp and then a swell of congratulations and I’m so proud of you’s.

“You deserve it pasărea mea., really everything you’ve worked for is coming together.”

“Thank you, Bastian.”

You pick up the phone and sit on the closed toilet seat, the cold porcelain was a stark contrast to your heated skin.

“When is your next break?”

Sebastian’s question didn’t have a simple answer. While on tour you weren’t granted many days off. But this is the life of a performing artist, you knew what you were signing up-- at least, that was when you were single.

“I’m not sure, I can send you our tour schedule again, but I don’t think that we have any free days for a while.”

He hums in disappointment, but you know it’s not directed at you as much as the situation. Even though you wanted to stay on the phone with Sebastian forever, you knew that you needed to help pack up everything and load the tour bus.

“I love you, Bastian. That’s all that I wanted to tell you.”

“I love you too, pasărea mea.. Send me that schedule whenever you can. Get some sleep love, I can tell you’re exhausted.”

The rest of the night was a blur after you said your goodbyes with Sebastian. Much of the same-- packing cases and gear into the van and then falling asleep in entirely too close of quarters with your bandmates.

***

About two weeks later, you’re posting about being nominated and soon hundreds of comments are pouring in, congratulating you on your success and promising to vote for you whenever the polls open up.

Your next venue was yet another bar, with fans already lining up hours before the show. You sneak out after your soundcheck to have a quick chat and take a few photos with them. You made sure to have a few crew members pass out waters to them-- being one of those dedicated fans before you know exactly what it’s like to stand outside for hours on end.

“Are you ready for the show tonight?”

You ask a group of girls as you sign their notebook and accept a drawing they made of you.

“OMG, yes! We’re so ready!”

“And I bet you’re excited for tonight too, right?”

“I’m always excited when I get to perform for you guys!” You answer her quickly as you move back up to the bar’s entrance. “Look I’ve got to go, guys. But I’ll see you inside in just a few!”

***

The show went off without a hitch and this was quite possibly the loudest venue yet. It was so gratifying to hear the crowd yell your lyrics back to you. You’re out of breath by the last song of the night, introducing it in between pants.

“This next song is probably one of my favorites.” You walk the stage as you talk, waving at a few fans during the pauses. “It’s the one that really earned me my fame, at least some semblance of fame that is. Y’all remember Bucky Barnes?”

The band starts playing 3.10 as your stage manager counts you in for the first line. This is definitely one of your favorite songs to sing on tour. You shove the microphone into its stand as you mentally prepare yourself for the higher range you wrote just for touring. The crowd became a sea of lights as each person held up the flashlights of their phones.

The crowd cheers loudly as they point toward the left side of the stage. You remove your in-ear to hear what they’re yelling. Turning toward your right you want to burst into tears.

There are times in life whenever the world around you stops. Noises fade, the people around you slow and even the birds stop singing and the crickets stop chirping. You thought that you’d never experience that outside of Sebastian proposing. Turns out that after four months apart from your fiance can cause some interesting reactions.

He steps forward as he shields his eyes from the bright stage lights. You cover your mouth as Sebastian wraps his arms around your torso. Your eyes begin to water as his grip around you tightens and the crowd roars. Sebastian presses a smile into your shoulder as you sob into his chest.

The chords of the chorus to 3.10 continue on a loop as the two of you hug, but on the third go-round you back up enough from him to hold the microphone in-between you and Sebastian. His eyes never leave yours as the melodic notes drift over the crowd.

Your in-ear bounced against your collarbone as you continued singing and you were sure that the microphone was picking up Sebastian’s small hums to the melody. His deep baritone complimented your own voice in a harmony that caused a soft hush to fall over the audience.

The final drum beats sounded as your forehead leaned against Sebastian’s with tears streaming down your face. Your brows furrowed as you looked for anything to ground you to his being. His hands shifted to your jaw to wipe away the tear lines with his thumbs.

“Now you know these aren’t the kind of tears I like.”

The audience roared as Sebastian’s words boomed over the speakers. Yeah, to say that show was interesting was saying the least.

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supersoldierfreak · 7 years

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Hidden Talent - Avengers Cast x Reader

You were a new character brought in for Civil War. You were a bit like Black Widow but not. Your character was a young woman who had been trained by HYDRA to be the perfect asset, partner to Winter Soldier; which was fine since you got on really well with Seb. You and Tom were the youngest people on set and you used it to your full advantage; you used it to play pranks on people all the time. Right now, you were at your first comic con with the whole cast surrounding you backstage. "Relax, Y/N, you'll be fine." Sebastian put a hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. "You're coming on right after me." You gulped and nodded. Filming you could do because only a handful of people were actually present but live audiences sent a new wave of nerves into you. The guys from the first few films started to get called on. The people around slowly dwindled down. "And don't forget our incredible Winter Soldier... Sebastian Stan everybody!" The man in question jogged on stage and I could hear the fans screaming and clapping. "A new character to the MCU, but definitely not any less loved, Y/A/N... Y/N L/N!" Your name was called and you jolted into action, plastering a smile on your face that soon became genuine when you realised people were actually happy to see you. Questions rained upon the cast once everyone was on stage. Mackie could not stop making jokes the whole time and the audience was loving it. Soon came the moment you were afraid of. "Uh hi? My name's Jessie, and I have a question for Y/N." You quickly spoke into your mic. "Sure, go ahead." "There's been some rumours that you're a really good singer? I was just wondering whether they were true or not." Jessie smiled nervously. This was not what you were expecting. True, you'd sang before but you were not expecting this here. "I'm not sure about really good. Do you have a song in mind?" You asked. Mackie interrupted. "Hold up a minute. If the audience is getting a concert surely they should be paying more for this?" People laughed in the room at his comment. "Mackie, shut it, sorry Jessie, what were you going to say?" You faked a huge smile at Mackie and the audience laughed at the interaction. "I...err..." Jessie was saved by someone in the audience. "Sing 'I Have Nothing' Y/N!" "Yeah that would be amazing." Jessie quickly took the person's suggestion and the audience cheered. "Uh...bah...right sure. Hang on." You cleared your throat, flustered at all the attention. "Go on, Y/N!" Chris called from a couple seats down and the audience cheered again. You decided to skip to the verse just before the chorus. "I don't really need to look Very much further I don't want to have to go Where you don't follow I will hold it back again This passion inside Can't run from myself There's nowhere to hide Don't make me close one more door I don't want to hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me I have nothing, nothing, nothing If I don't have you." Your voice was incredible as you sang, blowing everyone away, even your fellow cast members. "Excuse me honey, but if you're going to be able to sing like that and not tell us, we are going to be offended." RDJ announced as the audience screamed and clapped. You saw Jessie make her way quickly down from the podium. "I am well offended, N/N, I thought we were friends and you kept a voice like that from me!" Mackie laughed as he gave you his 'Bish please' face. "Definitely adding a scene into Infinity War with you singing." Scarlett laughed and the crowds erupted again. "Please, oh my god, please do that." The host begged. You, on the other hand, resembled a deep cherry red at the onslaught of compliments heading you way. "Done!" The Russo brothers chimed in and the audience actually exploded this time into all sorts of noises. "We can definitely find a way to add in a voice like that." Joe Russo confirmed. "Well done, doll." Sebastian whispered in your ear with a kiss to your temple.

#imagine #marvel #marvel cast x reader #avengers cast x reader #avengers #civil war #comicon #sebastian stan #Chris Evans #Scarlett Johanssen #Russo #tom holland #rdj #robert downey jr #anthony mackie

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years

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Prank Wars - Part 1: So it begins

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Chris Evans, Ellen DeGeneres, random journalists, Sebastian Stan,

Pairing: Chris x Singer!Reader

Warnings: Don’t scare your girlfriend??? None really lol.

Word Count: 1100ish

A/N: This first part is written for my all time favorite Marvel writer’s Cards Against Humanity challenge. If you love Chris and/or Seb and their marvel characters be sure to go check out the amazing @emilyevanston

My prompt for her challenge was: Poor life choices and it is highlighted in the fic - though I also kiiiinda used it as a theme for this entire series. Part two will be written by @blacktithe7 so look out for that one. If you want on the series taglist follow the masterlist link which will take you to our taglist doc.

Thanks a billion to blacktithe7 for betaing and writing this series with me. I love you girl, and I love we finally found something to work together on.

MASTERLIST

You felt absolutely horrible as you stepped out of the car onto the red carpet. You saw the faces of every journalist turn to shock when they saw Chris. The flashes instantly went crazy. Well, they always were on the red carpet, but it seemed as if they were all aimed at you and Chris at the moment. You had done your best to help him cover his eye, but the rapidly forming colors were still very visible, especially in the harsh light of the many camera flashes.

You felt horrible enough as it was. The journalists shouting at Chris asking him what happened didn’t make you feel even the slightest bit better.

“Poor life choices,” Chris smirked at a few of the journalists, wrapping his arm around your waist, giving your hip a small squeeze. “I’m fine baby. Quit worrying,” Chris whispered in your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You looked up into his blue eyes just as he sent you that million dollar smile of his that never failed to make you weak in the knees. “Besides, it was my own fault anyway,” he spoke softly making you smile and shake your head slightly as you remembered how his eye had gotten to be so colorful.

“So this is the last stop on your press tour?” Ellen inquired, and you smiled. You loved the always homey feeling of being on her couch. Your very first tv performance had been on her show years ago, and you loved the woman. Coming back here was always a joy.

“Yeah actually, it is just the last stop of my tour all in all. The show Hollywood Bowl was the last one for us,” you said excitedly, which Ellen instantly picked up on.

“So you’re going to spend some free time with your boyfriend I take it?” Ellen smirked, making you blush slightly. Who you were dating was no secret any longer. The two of you were still extremely private people, and you didn’t talk about him in interviews all that often. Still, Ellen most often made you comfortable enough to share a few moments of your lives with her and her audience.

“Yeah I am meeting him tonight for the premiere, and then we are heading back to Boston.” You smiled at the thought of getting a few months with Chris away from the limelight. You had been together for a little over a year, but the honeymoon phase didn’t seem to be over for the two of you just yet. You still felt the butterflies in your stomach every time you thought about him, and you couldn’t help the huge goofy grin on your face even if you tried. Maybe partly due to the fact that you spend so much time on the road apart from each other. Having him to yourself for a while was going to be a welcome change to your relationship.

“Rumour has it the two of you bought a house together,” Ellen smiled, “are there wedding bells in your future?”

You laughed out loud at her question, kinda disappointed Chris wasn’t right next to you for that one. You would have loved to see him squirm as the two of you grilled him about that one. “Well not to my knowledge. He hasn’t been down on one knee just yet, but we did buy a house together. It is a bit of a fixer upper, but it’s gonna be a fun thing to do together with the free time we got coming up now,” you explained with a genuine smile on your face, which only widened as you realized why the audience was all of a sudden awwing.

A picture of you, Chris, and Dodger that Chris had shared on his twitter last month when the two of you had spend a much needed weekend off together in Boston had appeared on the screen behind you.

“Aww that us and our baby,” you laughed. “Aint he just the cutest?”

“He is,” Ellen sent you a playful smile, “and the dog isn’t bad either.”

You instantly flushed bright red, too focused on the photo on the screen and how you were going to answer Ellen to notice the giggles in the crowd.

“There’s actually a funny story behind that photo. We were all over at...”

“Y/N!” a voice behind you shouted just as the thud of hands impacting the chair caused you to jump.

You felt the hair stand on the back of your neck and terror coursed through your veins before instinct took over. You raised your fist without thought, twirling around throwing a blind punch. It wasn’t until your fist made contact with your assailant's face that you recognized who it was.

“Oh my God Chris!” you hurried up to him, pulling his hands off his face to check him for injuries. “I’m so sorry,” you started before you remembered how the accident happened. As soon as you were sure there were no blood, you stomped your foot in the ground glaring at him. “Don’t do that!”

“Yeah thanks babe,” Chris grinned still rubbing his eye. “I think I learned my lesson. Don’t sneak up on girlfriend. She throws one hell of a punch. Check.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss.

“Sorry,” you mumbled against his lips, barely registering Ellen yelling for a bag of ice now that you were back in your boyfriend’s loving arms after a month of being apart.

“Dude what the hell happened?” Sebastian’s voice brought you back to the present, and your guilt instantly returned when he joked. “Did Y/N/N finally get sick of your shit?”

Sebastians face fell the second he saw the “don’t go there” expression on Chris face and the guilt written all over yours. “Wait she… did you hit him?” Sebastian turned to face you, and your defenses were up instantly.

“It was an accident,” you whined, making Chris laughed, kissing your cheek.

“It was my own fault,” Chris defended you. “I scared the crap out of her, and she defended herself. I am kinda proud of her actually,” Chris wrapped his arm around you again, looking down at you with an adoring look on his face. “No one messes with my girl.”

You laughed, shaking your head at him as you rose to your toes pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss, ignoring Seb mocking you and calling the two of you gross. You loved Chris more than anything, even if he was an ass who scared the crap out of you at times, but hopefully he had learned his lesson after today.

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Prank Wars Tag Team:

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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to the rest of your lives

pairing: sebastian stan x reader (singer!reader implied)

warnings: language, fluff, smut at the end (unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], cream pie [kinda], aftercare)

a/n: this was partly a request, partly a prequel of one of my other fics (not a dull life), but here you go. i’m working through my requests rn, it’s slow going, but i promise they’re coming. i love yall

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

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“The decision to marry you wasn’t one that I came upon lightly. It was a culmination of experiences that made me realize that I never want to live without you.” Sebastian’s eyes glazed over, the creased paper trembling in his hand. “I could never imagine that I would end up here because of a TV interview, but life’s funny like that, I guess.” He took in your face, the small tears running down your cheeks, streaking your makeup. His thumb, still shaking with nerves, left his grip on the paper, swiping the tears away. “Not yet, darling. I’ve only just begun.”

The image of you in the airport flashed through his mind. It was Christmas, so you were leaving the warmth of LA for the cold of New York to spend Christmas with his mother. First time you were ever meeting the woman, and he could tell that your nerves were starting to weigh in.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” Your hands wrung together, Sebastian smiled, sympathetic to your worries. He was scared too, after you left his mother’s, the pair of you were headed to your parent’s house. Instead of trying to equate his anxieties with yours, he stroked your hair, pulling you to his chest by the back of your neck.

“She’s going to love you, Y/N.” Sebastian pushed a kiss against the bucket hat covering your hair. A feeble attempt at concealing your identity to the crowd of people around you. He felt you inhale his scent, feeling your pulse drop as you kept yourself flattened against him.

“You don’t know that.” Your words were muffled, speaking against his pec making a laugh rumble through his chest.

“I do know that.” Your head retreated, just far enough to stare him in the eyes, but not enough to remove his soothing hand from your hair.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I love you.” He watched as you bit the inside of your cheek, your whole mouth shifting to the left.

“Yeah, that’s a good way of knowing.” He laughed to himself, trading your hair for your hand, pulling you with him as he boarded the plane.

“Ma! We’re here!” Sebastian shook the snow from his shoulders, wiping the flakes from your back as well. He pushed you in between your shoulder blades as his mother rounded the corner.

“Oh my baby!” His mother’s accent was thick and it made you smile. Sebastian watched from behind as his mother engulfed you in a bear hug.

“Hi, Mrs. Georgeta.” You were overwhelmed, holding the woman in front of you. Sebastian watched as she squeezed you, picking you up and spinning you around.

“Nonsense, call me Ma. Everybody does.” You nodded, following her as she dragged you to the living room.

“Oh yeah, hi Sebastian. It’s good to see you, Sebastian. Oh, I love you, Sebastian.” He mumbled under his breath as he trailed behind the two most important women in his life.

“You hush, we’re having girl time! Plus, I talk to you all the time, don’t be a whiny baby.” Sebastian’s jaw dropped, hands raising in defeat.

“Sorry, if I would also like attention, Ma.” He threw the comment over his shoulder as he retreated to the kitchen, hearing just soft whispers emit from the living room. He filled a glass of water for you, taking a sip for himself before invading your ‘girl time’ with his mother.

“Thank you, Sebastian.” He sat down beside you, receiving a grateful peck on the cheek from you. “Ma was just about to pull out your baby pictures.”

“Oh god, no Ma, come on. This one actually likes me, can we save that for never?” He jested as his mother flipped through the stack of photos in her lap.

“Don’t think just because you’re grown I won’t ground you, fiul meu.” He rolled his eyes, settling into the couch before sensing your discomfort. You had asked him to teach you Romanian when he told you that his mother still favored the language in her home. He was surprised at how quickly you picked it up, opting to have broken conversations in his native tongue to further your understanding.

“Fiul meu. Do you know the English translation?” He leaned forward, whispering his words against your shoulder in case you didn’t want Ma to hear.

“My son?” He smiled into your shirt, nodding as you beamed, proud of yourself.

“Vorbești românesc?” Your eyes widened, and Sebastian shot his mother a warning look.

“I speak a little, I understand it better than I speak it.” Ma’s face contorted, impressed at your knowledge. “I know that you prefer to speak Romanian in your house, so I wanted to try and comply with that. Although I think comply might be the wrong word because it’s not like you wouldn’t let me in your house if I didn’t speak Romanian, right?”

“Ich mag dieses, Sebastian.”

“Ma.” He chided her, his heart swelling with pride anyway because his mother likes you. “One language at a time.” Sebastian’s hand rubbed your back, small soothing circles to keep your worries away.

“I love your decorations, Ma.” Your voice was quiet, admiring the room around you to stave off your anxiety about the phrase his mother said in Russian. Sebastian watched as the twinkling multi-colored lights caught your eye, drawing you from the couch to examine the ornaments on the tree in the corner. “Did you make these?”

“I was like five.” You plucked a handmade reindeer ornament from the tree, holding it up.

“Is this a moose?”

“It’s got a red nose! It’s Rudolph!”

“Seb, I hate to break it to you, but this is not Rudolph.”

“I was five!” His mother laughed from her end of the couch. “You’re not going to defend your loving son?” Ma raised her hands in surrender, shoulders still shaking with laughter.

“It does look like a moose, Sebastian.” His jaw dropped, eyes flicking between the pair of you, his mother now joining you beside the tree.

“Oh my god, there’s two of them.” You giggled, leaning toward his mother, bumping your shoulder with hers. Ma wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into her side as she kissed your forehead.

“Come on dragă, let’s go check on dinner.” She patted your back, leading you into the kitchen. Before you followed, you started over to Sebastian, kneeling in front of him.

“Y/N, I love you so much, but my Ma’s in the other room, should we be doing this now?” Confusion laced your features until you got his joke, your face contorting in disgust.

“Quit it.” You shoved his collarbone, “I think she likes me!” You ran off before he could agree, leaving him smiling on the couch by himself.

Although this wasn’t that house that Sebastian first grew up in when they moved to America, there were plenty of memories embedded in the walls. Your favorite story was of the struggle getting Ma’s grand piano up the building’s narrow stairway.

“I swear, dragă, I thought Sebastian was going to have a heart attack!” She encouraged your motions in kneading the bread for the load of cozonac. Sebastian leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching as you interacted with his mother all on your own.

“Ei bine, ai de gând să stea doar acolo sau aveți de gând să ne ajute?” (Well, are you going to just stand there or are you going to help us?) Ma’s back was turned to him, but like every mother, she had eyes in the back of her head and a sixth sense that told her when her son was being too idle.

“I’ll help. What can I do?” He clapped his hands together, kissing your temple as he settled against the counter next to you.

“Finish off the filling for the cozonac.” Sebastian never thought that he could be so happy as to watch you dance around his mother’s kitchen. He watched from the stove, admiring the two of you twirling around each other, laughter filling the home once again. Sebastian peered through the cut-out bartop of Ma’s kitchen, admiring you as you placed the table settings carefully, just learning of their importance to Sebastian’s mother.

Ma came to rest beside Sebastian, wrapping her arm around his waist lovingly. Her son may be taller than her now, but he’s always going to be her little boy. She placed a small kiss on his bicep, staring at the man through her lashes.

“Wenn du ihr einen Antrag machst, Sebastian?” He smiled at the question, catching your eyes for half a second before you darted your gaze away, a blush rising on the back of your neck.

“Soon, Ma.” He turned to lean his back against the countertop, knuckles turning white from his grip. “I want to ask for her father’s blessing first.”

“Dragul meu Sebastian, întotdeauna domnul.” (Oh my dear, Sebastian, always the gentleman.) The switch back to the tongue Sebastian had been teaching you was intentional, your beaming smile greeting them from over the counter.

“Suntem gata pentru cină?” Your elbows balancing on the table as your chin rested in your palms.

“Of course, dragă! Let us eat and celebrate!” She patted your back, swatting at Sebastian’s shoulder for him to grab some food from the kitchen. Though his mother made him sleep on the couch that night, he couldn’t have been more sure in his decision. He was going to propose to you.

Your eyes glistened with more unshed tears, the fat droplets bubbling up against your waterline, just begging for you to blink so they could spill over. Unfortunately for them, you wouldn’t dare. You were too enamored by Sebastian’s vows to you. His recollection of his decision to marry you. Too enamored by the obvious tremor of his nerves, the first time he’s ever been visibly nervous in front of you.

“Though you look absolutely ravishing tonight, dragă, I can’t help but to adore you more when you are dressed down. The absolute epitome of comfort, lounging about the apartment in my shirt and those horrific Captain America sweatpants you insisted on buying.” Your head dropped, the pieces of hair framing your face falling over your nose, making you wrinkle it in displeasure.

He couldn’t remember much about meeting your parents, just that he was scared shitless of your sister. Sebastian didn’t think that he had ever met anyone so intimidating in his life. The second that he stepped into your parents house, he wasn’t sure what to think. There were pictures of all of your family lining the stairway to the second floor, and a cheesy portrait of you and your sister hanging beside the door that he stopped to admire.

“We took that as a joke. Those are our Dad’s old Hawiian shirts that we found in the attic.” Your sister uncrossed her arms, stepping beside Sebastian at the wall. “Along with some of our mother’s old jeans from her high school years. In truth, acid wash was not our best look.”

“Hallie!” He leaned over to her, wrapping her in a warm embrace. It wasn’t the first time that Sebastian had met your sister. She had come to visit you often in LA and New York, desiring a change of pace from the restrictive small town you hailed from.

“Hi, Sebastian.” She returned his hug, pulling him further down to her height. “Did you get taller since I saw you last?” Unlike Hallie, you had dropped the stereotypical Southern twang in your voice the second you could, much like Sebastian and his own accent.

“No, you just got shorter.” He rested his arm on the top of her head to emphasize his point. Hallie shook his arm off her head, fussing over her hair immediately. “Tell me. How prepared should I be?” He glanced around the foyer of your parent’s home.

“They’re all here. It’s like a goddamn family reunion in this bitch.” She led him through the house, his eyes still searching for your familiar face.

“Sebastian!” His ears perked at your voice, gaze darting around the room for you. Eventually, you approached him, swimming through the many occupants of the room.

“I think they’re going to violate the fire codes for the house.” Your sister quipped from beside him, making him giggle under his breath, a noise that doesn’t often escape him.

“Come in! Meet my Mama and Pop.” Your fingers threaded through his, pulling the mass of a man to the kitchen. On the other side of the island stood an inviting looking man and a stoic woman. His heart rate increased, anxieties rising as he endured their judgement. “Mama, Pop, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is my Mama, Francine and my Pop, Jackson.” Your father smiled at him, offering Sebastian his left hand to shake in a greeting.

“It’s so good to finally meet you, Sebastian. We’ve heard so much about you.” Sebastian reached forward, stepping out of your tight grip to approach your father.

“It’s good to meet you too, Mr. Y/L/N.” He beamed at your father, “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He turned to your mother, hoping for the same welcome. Only instead to be greeted by her steely glare. Sebastian straightened his back, thoughts running through his head. Scratch that thing about your sister, your mother was his real fear.

“Oh come here! I can’t pretend anymore!” Her facade broke, launching herself into Sebastian, wrapping him in a bear hug. “Aren’t you prettier than a speckled pup in a little red wagon!” Francine retreated from Sebastian’s body, her hands gripping his cheeks. “You sure this one played that broodin’, ne’er-do-well, don juan on the telly?”

“Yes, Mama.” You pulled your mother off of Sebastian, that Southern accent you worked so hard to get rid of trickling in by the sentence. “Now let the poor man go. And I told ya to not mention that.”

Sebastian placed his hand on your shoulder, squeezing to let you know it was okay. He watched as your mom raised an accusatory finger at your sister.

“Blame that one! She made us all watch his movies.” Your brows furrowed, head whipping around to Hallie.

“You did not.” She shrugged noncommittally, raising her hands in surrender as she giggled. “You don’t watch out I’m gonna cream ya corn, hussy.”

“You’re the hussy!”

“I am not!” Your father walked to stand beside Sebastian, appreciating the moment.

“It’s been a minute since another man’s been in the house.” He faced the continuing argument between you and your sister.

“You’re surrounded by so much estrogen so much of the time, Mr. Y/L/N. I honestly don’t know how you handle it.” Sebastian joked with your father, learning from you that was the best way to stay on his good side.

“Oh please, you can call me Jack.” He leaned closer to Sebastian, whispering underneath the increasing loudness of the girl’s argument. “If my Y/N likes you as much as she claims, then you’ve earned it.” His heart warmed, feeling his cheeks go with it.

“I told ya to leave it be!” You turned back to Francine quickly. “Which ones did she show ya?”

“The main ones?” You groaned at your mother’s unhelpfulness. Sebastian smiled, shaking his head at you, deciding that now was as good a time as any to calm you down.

“Dragostea mea, it’s okay.” Sebastian ran his palms over your arms, calling your attention to his presence before you.

“See? Seb is fine with it.” Hallie walked past the two of you, a smug smile settling on her face.

“Wait, but which ones did you suggest?” Hallie giggled at Sebastian’s question.

“Well, not Monday. Or The Bronze. Or Endings, Beginnings.” She rounded the both of you, leaning in closer. “You get naked a lot. Is that like a kink or somethin’?” Sebastian huffed out a laugh, holding you back from launching yourself at her.

“Thank you for your astute observation, Hal. Always a pleasure.” Sebastian was speaking through his peels of laughter. “And are you really that interested in our sex life? I can be very open if you want me to be.” Your hand covered Sebastian’s mouth, biting your cheek to stop you from giggling yourself.

“Hal, this is not happening anymore! Come on, Seb, let’s go meet the rest of the bunch.” You took his hand, leading him back through the throngs of people. You placed yourself on the arm rest of the couch, sitting beside Sebastin who occupied the free cushion. Conversations swirled around him, though he was able to ground himself by the touch of your fingers tracing random circles into his shoulder.

Eventually, the excitement wound down, conversations becoming lax. More and more people began to notice Sebastian sitting quietly in his corner, speaking when spoken to, happily observing the interactions of the people surrounding him.

“Wait a minute!” One of your younger cousins, Stacy who was around eighteen, pointed her finger at Sebastian. “I know you! You’re like totally famous!” Sebastian’s eyes furrowed, pointing a finger at your face.

“Yeah, she’s totally famous. Big singer gig.” Sebastian laughed into your shoulder as Stacy kept talking.

“No, like you’re famous famous.” She twisted her phone in her hands, screen illuminating her face with a blue glow. “I’ve got to tell my friend Ainslee, she’s like obsessed with you, she’s going to flip.” Sebastian grimaced, he really wasn’t here to be the center of attention, he just wanted to spend a nice Christmas vacation getting to know your family.

“Stace, can you not? Please? We aren’t here to make a huge deal, alright?” Stacy shot you a glare, clearly unhappy with your decision, but put her phone away anyway.

“Fine, I’ll wait until after the festivities die down, but I do want to tell her.” Sebastian watched as Y/N waved Stacy’s comment off, murmuring something about her getting her proof eventually.

“Speaking of, you two, how long are y’all planning on stayin’ with us?” Sebastian’s head turned to face Francine who had taken up residence on the couch cushion beside him. Your head swiveled to face Sebastian just as he did you.

“Well, uh, we haven’t talked about it?” It was a question directed at Sebastian, understandably so. The pair of you had spent actual Christmas Eve and day wrapped in each other’s arms in your apartment in New York. Never leaving the bedroom for anything other than bottles of water and bags of snacks.

“We spent a few days at my Ma’s house, so it’s only fair that we spend the same amount of time here too.” He turned back to face Francine and Jackson, “That is if you don’t mind us staying.”

“Oh! Of course not, we’d be delighted to have you!” Sebastian beamed, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning his head on your arm closest to him. The night began to wind down, the younger kids being put to bed in the upstairs rooms of the house.

“Alrighty, I know it ain’t much, but all the other rooms are taken, so I hope y’all don’t mind.” Francine stood with her hands on her hips in front of the couch, beginning to take off the cushions. “It pulls out and blows up, so it’s a decent sized mattress, just everywhere else is full.”

“It’s fine, Mama. Thank you.” Sebastian had joined Francine in her effort to unfurl the couch. Just as Francine went to say something else, most likely going to excuse the use of the pull-out couch, the doorbell rang, echoing through the now mostly empty space.

“I’ve got it!” Stacy came bounding down the stairs, clad in shorts that were ‘wildly inappropriate for company’ as you later remarked to Sebastian. She yanked the door open, unveiling Ainslee. Sebastian snickered to Francine as he watched your arms cross your chest, anger rising in your body.

“Hey, Ainslee, how’s it going?” Ainslee waved at you, shooting nervous glances over to Sebastian’s back as he was making up the bed with your mother.

“Hi, Y/N. I didn’t know you were coming in for Christmas this year. Thought you’d be too busy with all your songs and shit.”

“Ainslee!” Your mother spun, facing Ainslee with a glare. “I don’t know what kinda language your Mama tolerates, but we don’t speak like that in this house.” Sebastian stood to his full height, standing behind you as Francine scolded the eighteen year old.

“Sorry, Fran. It won’t happen again.” Ainslee shot you a look on her way up the stairs, trailing just behind Stacy. Sebastian smiled into your shoulder as Francine apologized for Ainslee’s behavior.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into that girl.” She quickly dismissed herself, retreating to her own bedroom for a well-earned night’s sleep.

“Had I known how many people were going to be here, I wouldn’t have suggested we come down.” Sebastian waved off your comment, digging through your bag for your pajamas.

“Oh please, if I can handle you and Hallie when she comes in, your whole family is a piece of cake.” He thrust the outfit into your hands, shooing you off to the bathroom to change before bed. He took his time getting ready, trading out his jeans for sweats, as a courtesy seeing as how he was in your parent’s house. Sebastian brushed his teeth in the kitchen sink, careful to avoid the dishes from dinner that he decided to take care of as well.

“It’s weird seeing you act domestically.” Sebastian jumped at the new voice, turning to face Ainslee and Stacy sitting at the counter on the bar stools. He considered her comment, head tilting to the side a bit.

“Why’s that?” His hands continued washing the pots and pans, placing them on the drying rack beside the sink when finished. Ainslee shifted to the front of the island, deciding to sit directly on the countertop, Stacy soon following after her.

“Well, just every role you’ve ever played has been some kind of fucked up.” Stacy’s voice sounded over the loud spray of the faucet. “I think the closest to domestic that we got to see you was Frank from Endings, Beginnings?” Sebastian’s head lifted from his task, staring out the window above the sink. He made a face to the window, carefully considering his next choice of words.

“Wasn’t that one a little bit too mature for you two?” They giggled at his word choice, clearly not chosen carefully enough.

“I mean, if that one was a little mature for us, then what was The Bronze?”

“Mm, or Monday?” Sebastian’s eyes widened at the window, his heart rate increasing. He really didn’t know what to do, he was almost positive that these two eighteen year olds were going to blackmail him or something. He spun, facing the both of them with his hands gripping the counter behind him.

“I don’t really like where this is going.” He cautioned, mostly to himself, but loud enough that they could hear him as well. Ainlee and Stacy raised their hands in surrender.

“We come in peace, Stan.”

“What do you want?” Ainslee shot a look at Stacy. “I’m trying to make a good impression on Y/N’s parents and I feel like her eighteen year old cousin and her friend watching my movies that show a lot of my acting range isn’t the best thing for them to find out about.”

“Why do you want to make a good impression?” Stacy asked a loaded question. Nobody beside Hallie and his mother knew that Sebastian wanted to propose to you. He was planning on getting your parents alone, so he could ask their permission. As traditional as it sounded, he wanted your parents to like him. Sebastian checked around the corner of the kitchen, straining his ears to listen for your presence.

“Can you two keep a secret?” They shared a look before nodding eagerly. Sebastian tiptoed over to his bag on the mattress, nudging his head for them to come see. He glanced around the room again, making sure you weren’t going to interrupt them.

He dug to the bottom of the bag, fingers holding the small velvet box. He ran his thumb over the fabric, one particular spot already worn from the amount of times he had done that same motion. He gripped the top half, peeling it from the bottom. Just there, set against a brilliant red cushion was the engagement ring he bought for you to wear over six months ago. His eyes trailed up to Stacy and Ainslee who were shaking in their seats.

“You’re proposing!” Stacy’s voice was a little too loud, making her cover her mouth quickly. “You’re proposing!” She whispered harshly, leaning forward to inspect the ring Sebastian chose. Footsteps thudded against the wooden stairs causing Sebastian to panic and slam the box shut, shoving it back into his bag.

“You’re so not stealth.” Hallie joked as she approached the three of them in the living room. “Let me see! I haven’t seen it since we designed it.”

“You knew?” Ainslee sounded betrayed by Hallie. Truthfully, this wasn’t the first Sebastian had heard of Ainslee. Y/N had mentioned her to him several times before, always in conversation about Stacy though.

“Of course, I know. I’ve known since the beginning. It’s all in the way he looks at her, now give it.” Hallie held her hand out expectantly, the black box sliding ever-so-easily into her grasp. “It looks great, Seb.”

Sebastian was proud of his creation. He had it made specifically for you, with the help of Hallie of course. The white gold band sparkled in the reflection of the diamond. When first designing it, Sebastian had chosen a larger stone, but Hallie quickly stopped him. ‘She’s not one for the big diamonds, not super materialistic. Go with something that calls to you, but keep that in mind.’ Sebastian was proud of it, and he couldn’t wait for you to be his.

“Oh my god, Y/N Stan. Ains! Can you believe it! I’m going to be related to Sebastian Stan!” Hallie made a face, Sebastian laughing under his breath immediately afterwards.

“Now you two know, can you forget that you’ve experienced my,” he coughed, “acting range?” Stacy waved her hand, Ainslee answering for the both of them.

“I mean forget is a strong sentiment, but we won’t mention it.” Sebastian laughed, slightly uncomfortable at that, but nonetheless he was happy that he wasn’t going to be exposed.

“Off to bed, you two. We’re going shopping tomorrow with Y/N. She’s going to need a new outfit.” Ainslee and Stacy groaned as they were rushed away from the living room. “Oh, also your soon to be fiance is passed out on my bed. Come remove her please and thank you.” Sebastian shook his head, following Hallie up to her room. He turned the corner, laughing out loud when he recognized your sprawled out figure on the white duvet of Hallie’s bed.

“Yes, yes, it’s all very funny, now get her out!” She made a motion with her hands toward the door. Sebastian approached you, slotting his arm under your waist and neck, carrying you bridal style back to the living room. He yanked the covers back, tucking you in as he fell beside you. You snuggled into his chest, moaning softly as his fingers gripped your waist.

“I love you, Sebastian.” He smiled, kissing your forehead as you drifted off. He glanced at your face, making sure you were asleep before replying.

“I love you too, Y/N Stan.” He’s going to propose to you.

“And now, here we are. Standing before our family and friends,” He took a breath, laughing to himself, “and ya know, Hal,”

“Hey!” The crowd laughed, a pleasant feeling settling over them.

“Just kidding. But, here we are. Professing our love for one another. The decision to propose to you, to marry you, wasn’t one taken lightly. I knew from the moment I met you that you were going to be very important to me, I just never could have guessed how important.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, biting the inside of his cheek as tears ran down your face again.

“And now here you are. Standing before me. Looking as beautiful as you always have. Making me feel like I’m finally worthy of the love and affection that you’ve always shown me. And I hope,” He took your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it then holding it to his forehead as he spoke.

“God, I hope I can make you feel the same exact way for the rest of our immortal lives.” He watched as Y/N’s chest shook with her inhale, a smile spreading over her features. She stepped forward, kissing his lips quickly.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, sis.” Hallie leaned forward, laughter sweeping through the audience again. You excused yourself, looking at Sebastian’s shiny black shoes.

“Sebastian, if you could take Y/N’s left hand in your right.” Sebastian’s thumb ran over your knuckles, tracing random patterns into your clammy skin. “With your whole heart, do you take Y/N as your partner, acknowledging her strengths and accepting her faults, as she does yours? Will you be hers in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in failure and in triumph? Do you promise to be faithful and supportive and to make the love you share and happiness you experience together a priority?”

“I do. Y/N, you are my person, my love and life, today and always.” The ring slid onto your finger, joining the engagement band. The one that he had slid onto your finger as you sat before a fire in Death Valley. A small squeal brought Sebastian out of his head, to you biting your lip and gripping his fingers as you took deep breaths.

“Y/N, if you could take Sebastian’s left hand in your right.” Sebastian’s hand fit perfectly in your grasp, a small sigh escaping his lips as your nails scraped against his wrist. “With your whole heart, do you take Sebastian as your partner, acknowledging his strengths and accepting his faults, as he does yours? Will you be his in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in failure and in triumph? Do you promise to be faithful and supportive and to make the love you share and happiness you experience together a priority?” Sebastian’s eyes caught yours as you slid the band onto his finger.

“I do. Sebastian, today I marry my best friend, the one I have laughed with and cried with. The one I have learned from and shared with, the one I have chosen to support, encourage, and give myself to through all the days given us to share. Today, I marry the one I love. Today, I marry you, Sebastian.”

“You can’t throw rice on your wedding day!”

“Why not? It’s tradition, Hal!”

“No, she’s right, you can’t. Rice swells in the stomachs of birds and kills them.” Your mouth gaped, eyes darting over to Sebastian who was minding his business on the couch.

“Are you hearing this shit?” Sebastian made a face.

“I know you don’t want to hear this--”

“Not you too.”

“But they’re right.”

“Et tu, Brute? Et tu?” Sebastian shrugged from his spot, not paying you anymore mind. He knew you wanted the wedding to be perfect, but the amount of planning you were doing was weighing too heavily. “Oh well, we’ll figure something else out.”

“More importantly! The bachelorette and bachelor parties. Seb, has your best man been planning your bachelor party?”

“I’m sure Anthony has been planning it since our first press tour together. You don’t need to worry about anything, Hal, he’s got it covered.” Hallie pointed a finger at Sebastian.

“I’m going to need his number, I’ve got an idea to run by him.”

“What’s that?” Stacy sat on the other end of the dining table, labeling the place cards for the reception.

“Well, I can’t very well tell the likes of you. You and Ainslee almost told Y/N that Sebastian was going to be proposing!” Stacy’s eyes widened as Sebastian’s head turned to face the group, slowly.

“You did what now?” Stacy ducked her head, not meeting Sebastian’s eyes.

“In my defense, I shouldn’t have been trusted with the knowledge in the first place!”

“You were blackmailing me!”

“Only a little!” Sebastian’s jaw clenched, rising from the couch quickly.

“Okay, Stace, Hal! It’s time to go. I’ll see you later!” You rushed the pair out the door, settling in front of Sebastian. His chest heaved with his breaths, jaw ticking every now and then. He stared at the wall behind you, not meeting your eyes.

“I love you.” Your hands fell to his pecs, feeling his heartbeat against the clothed skin. “Our wedding day is going to be magical, but do you know what’s going to be even better?”

Sebastian’s eyes dropped to your face, shoulders releasing the tension that had built up. His hand ran over your arms, covered by one of the Henley’s he had stolen from set. His fingers traced their way up to your face, cupping your jaw then running his thumbs over your cheeks. He made a small hum, eagerly awaiting the moment to hear your voice again.

“The marriage.” You pressed forward, shifting your weight to your tiptoes, pecking the corner of his mouth. “Our marriage, Sebastian. And as much as I would like for our wedding day to be perfect and to go off without a hitch, I know it won’t be what I’m picturing in my head. Something is going to go wrong. That one uncle of mine is probably going to show up drunk.”

“Mm, Anthony’s speech is probably going to be horrific.”

“Hal’s too, I’d imagine.” You laughed, forehead resting on his chest, that beautiful smile gracing your face, the one he loved and adored so much. “Nonetheless Sebastian, we will persevere.” He backed away from your body, making you strain your neck to look at him.

“I like that.” He wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you back to him, back to where you’re always going to belong. “We will persevere.”

“Vom persevera.” Sebastian’s head tilted, taking in Hallie’s profile. In the lighting, her midnight blue dress appeared black, contrasting against the reception hall floor beautifully. “I can’t tell you how many times I had to go over that with Sebastian.” The crowd laughed, seated at round tables covered with table clothes of the same midnight blue. “It’s Romanian for ‘we will persevere.’ It’s a phrase spoken haphazardly, one thrown about with caution, much like another three worded phrase.”

Hallie shifted, swallowing audibly into the microphone. Sebastian’s eyes dropped, gaze falling to you. Your head was tilted back to take in Hallie’s form, only allowing Sebatian to see the side of your face. And what a beautiful view it was. The white of your dress covered your arms, though exposing your shoulders and collarbones, decorated with the lovebites that Sebastian left on you last night. As much as your makeup artist and both your mother and Sebastian’s mother tried to convince you to cover them, you just couldn’t do it. Telling him later that it was just another way you were connected to him.

“When we were little girls, Y/N was never one to talk about love. Although she did talk about it later in life. I remember when we were about nineteen years old, Y/N told me what she thought of love, what she believed love truly was, and what it felt like. ‘Hal,’ she said, ‘love is accepting someone for who they are and not wanting to change a damn thing about them. Love means that you’ll always have someone there for you during your highs and lows. Love means that even though you aren’t guaranteed happiness, you are guaranteed that you’ll have someone to fight for it with you.’ Granted, she said all this while drunk off her ass, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels that we stole from our Dad’s liquor cabinet.”

Sebastian laughed into your neck as your head dropped into your hands, groaning at the broken memory. Hallie waited for the laughter to die off before continuing.

“But what’s funny to me, is when I asked Sebastian what love meant to him.” You turned to Sebastian, brows furrowed, unaware of the conversation that Hallie was referring to. “It was the third or fourth time I had visited them in New York, I was going ring shopping with Sebastian. It was about a year or so into their relationship, though he waited to propose until at least six months after he bought the damn thing. I remember we were perusing the different shops, avoiding the paparazzi so Y/N was none the wiser. We had just left like the fifth or sixth shop, still ringless, and I turned to Sebastian, asking if this was his subconscious telling him he didn’t actually want to get married. I received an immediate no, the explanation followed a few blocks away, when we finally admitted defeat for the day and ate lunch. ‘I just want everything to be as perfect as her, so I’m having a hard time picking the right one. Also, I’m terrified that she’s going to say no when I ask her, which would be a whole other thing.’ I tried reassuring him that Y/N would obviously say yes because she’s beyond infatuated with him, but all he could say over and over again was that he didn’t want to fuck up because he didn’t want to lose her.”

Hallie paused again, locking eyes with Y/N. “He can be very poetic when he wants to be because he told me. ‘I don’t need anyone to complete me, but I need someone who will accept me completely and Y/N is that person for me. Y/N makes me unbelievably proud and I strive to make her proud, as well. I love listening to her, and laughing with her, and spending a Saturday morning with her. I love her with every fiber of my being and I want to spend the rest of time with her by my side. So, help me not fuck this up.’” Tears ran down your cheeks, making Sebastian smile into your shoulder, swiping away the remnants of them.

“Sebastian! What’re you doing here? You’re supposed to be in your own room, we aren’t supposed to see each other!” Sebastian’s head cocked to the side.

“You’re in the elevator too, miss ma’am.” A smile spread across your features, abandoning all hope of staying away from each other. You threw yourself into his arms as the elevator doors closed, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

“I was on my way to come see you. I think I’ve grown too comfortable sleeping next to you.” Sebastian smiled into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses against the exposed flesh. After you released your arms from his neck, he took a second to admire what you were wearing, which was little to nothing.

The tank top did little to cover your breasts and didn’t protect you from the bite of the cold hotel air, making your nipples bulge against the fabric. His hands shifted to your ribcage, thumbs running back and forth over the side of your breasts, enjoying the sharp intake he listened to you take. The elevator doors opened again, remaining on the floor of your room.

“Shall we, Mrs. Stan?” He held his hand out to you, waiting for you to lead him to your room.

“Absolutely, Mr. Stan.” Sebastian trailed after you, pushing the door of your room closed with the help of your body. His hands roamed any skin he could reach, eventually latching his lips onto your neck and collarbone, sucking harshly at the flesh.

“Dumnezeule, cȃt te iubesc, Mrs. Stan.” He spoke against the column of your neck, pausing his feverish mannerisms to take in your debauched state. Your head tilted back, allowing him the opportunity to roam your skin uninhibited.

“I love you too, Mr. Stan.” Your chest heaved, bouncing against Sebastian’s as he pressed you against the door. “Mă ruineze, te rog.” The words slipped out of your mouth, snapping Sebastian’s eyes to your face. He hadn’t taught you that, so you must’ve learned it on your own. His cock jumped at the request nonetheless, ruin you? His fucking pleasure.

He lifted you by the back of your thighs, transporting you to the bed. Sebastian unceremoniously dropped your weight onto the plush mattress, blanketing your body with his own just seconds later. Your hands traversed the expanses of his back, bunching and pulling at the fabric of his shirt to remove the infernal thing. Only to moan appreciatively when it was finally removed, displaying his freckled chest to you. Sebastian sucked on the pulse point of your neck, loving the way that you reacted, dragging your dull nails down his back, surely leaving marks that would only grow darker by the second.

“Fuck, Y/N, such a good girl for me.” He leaned his weight to one side, pulling at the hem of your tank top. His mouth traveled south, thoroughly appreciating the parts of your body that made you whine and squirm for him. Sebastian’s knee slotted in between your legs, hooking against your core, allowing you to rock against it, getting the friction that you oh-so-desperately were begging for.

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this.” Sebastian paused, hands halfway down your pants, itching to feel the amount of wetness that had accumulated because of him. He dropped his head against your collarbone, kissing there lightly, starting to remove his hand.

“You’re right, we should be responsible.” He shifted, laying beside you on the mattress, exhaling loudly. The bulge in his pants wasn’t going away anytime soon. “I should--”

You shifted, swinging your leg over his waist, settling your core against the tent in his pajama pants. His hands immediately fell to your hips, pressing you further into him, eyes closing at the feeling.

“I hate being responsible.” You leaned down, hands threading themselves in his hair as you kissed him furiously. “Plus,” you pulled back, lifting yourself off his lap to hover there, making a low whine escape from the back of Sebastian’s throat. “We’re getting married tomorrow.” One of his hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you to his lips again.

“Pre-wedding celebration, if you will.” He yanked your hips back down to his lap, eyes rolling back at the contact.

“We deserve it.” You bit his bottom lip, swallowing the moan that sounds as you do. Sebastian couldn’t take it anymore, hooking his leg under your calf to flip his body over yours.

“Totally deserve this.” He attacked your chest again, leaving little red marks scattered across your breasts, trailing down to your nipples.

His hand traveled back down to your pants, pulling the fabric from your core. He shifted, shimmying the shorts off, tossing them somewhere in the room. As he stood before you, he watched as your hands untied the knot at the waistband of his pajama pants before shoving them off his hips. Sebastian smiled at your giggling as you retreated from him, laying out on the duvet. Your hands raised, beckoning him to come join you.

“Ești o fată bună, Y/N.” Sebastian covered you again, nudging your legs apart with his hands. “Tu ești fata mea bună.” He listened as you let out a shaky exhale, anticipating his hands on your skin. Anticipating the feeling that he was going to give to you.

“Yes, I’m your good girl, Sebastian.” You whined, pulling at his hair, tugging at the strands that you could reach. “Please, Bastian. Just--” His fingers entered you, an eyebrow raising as he stilled his movements, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you without question.” He twisted his hand, rotating his fingers as he listened to the sound of how wet you really were.

“I want you, Bastian. Just you, please, Please, fuck me.” Sebastian’s teeth hooked onto his bottom lip, dragging his tongue over it to soothe the ache he caused.

“Alright, I’m here.” He removed his fingers from you, much to your dismay. He hiked one of your legs over his hip, adjusting the angle he thrusted into you from. Sebastian leaned down, biting into your shoulder as he entered you, the tightness of your pussy making his eyes roll back.

“Fuck me.” He breathed out, enjoying the way your head tilted back, eyes clamped shut as you tried to adjust to the intrusion.

“You’re so big, Bastian.” He smirked, placing one of his hands on your stomach, feeling the slight bulge of his cock in you. “Oh my-- Bastian!”

“Yeah, take it, baby.” He thrusted, hips rearing back only to drop his weight back to you, bottoming out each time.He removed his hand from your stomach, lifting your other leg to his shoulder as he continued pounding into you. His movements never ceased, reveling in the way that your face screwed up in pleasure.

“You’re doin’ so good, taking your fiance’s cock like this.” Sebastian’s hips stuttered as he felt your walls clench around him. “Mm, you like that? Knowing that you’re being fucked by your fiance?”

“Sebastian!” Your moans continued growing in volume and Sebastian could tell that you were nearing your climax. He watched as your hand traveled to your clit, rubbing circles on the exposed nub.

“Go on, touch yourself for me, Mrs. Stan.” Your walls clenched again, making Sebastian drop to his forearms on either side of your head. “That’s it, doin’ so good for me.”

“Sebastian! I’m goin’ to cum.” He leaned to one side, eyes locking with the place that connected the both of you. Sebastian shifted, thrusting deeper into you at this angle. He whispered sweet nothings and encouragements into your ear as he felt your walls constrict around him with each hit of his hips.

“Haide, mai fă-o odată dacă te face să te simţi bine.” That was what did you in, the whisperings of Seabstian’s voice in his native tongue. Go on, do it again if it makes you feel so good. He felt your orgasm as he continued, never letting you rest as he began chasing his own high that wasn’t far behind. His fingers fell to your abandoned clit, overstimulating the nub as he drove his hips into yours.

“Come on, Y/N, încă unul pentru mine.” Tears spilled over your waterline, dripping into your hairline as Sebastian continued. Come on, Y/N, one more for me. He prolonged your orgasm, throwing you into another as he reached his own high. His hips stalled, pelvis resting against yours as he panted above you. Your eyes were closed when he looked at you again, making his brows furrow. His hands ran over your face.

“Y/N? Baby?” He ran his fingers over your cheeks, wiping away the tear tracks. “Come back to me, baby.” He kissed your forehead as your eyes opened, revealing your blown pupils staring back at him.

“That was so worth it.” He huffed out a sigh of relief, pulling his hips back from yours as he watched the combination of your cum and his leak from your spent pussy. He swiped his finger through your folds, bringing the moisture coated finger to his lips. Sebastian’s eyes slid closed as the flavor that was distinctly you burst over his tongue.

“So worth it.” He collapsed on the bed next to you, resting for only a minute before gathering the supplies to clean up the mess he made.

“I would help, but I don’t think my legs work at the moment.” He peered at you from the bathroom. There weren't any lights on in the bedroom, only the sliver of open window from the curtains, allowing the shine of the moon into the room. He stood back, admiring your silhouette in the moonlight, wishing he had his phone to capture the moment.

“Shh, this is my job.” He kissed your lips as he dragged the damp towel over your sensitive core, smirking at the way you jumped when the rough fabric met your clit. He laid down beside you, pulling you under the covers, still completely naked.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Your chin rested on his chest, gazing at him through your lashes. He looked down at you, absorbing the image of your face illuminated by the soft glow of the moon.

“I’m ready for the rest of our lives, dragă.” He kissed the top of your head, tucking your body into his as he snuggled into the comforter.

“I’m ready for the both of you to shut the fuck up.” Hallie stood in her robe near the door joining your room with hers. “Did you have to be so loud whenever you fuck?” Sebastian felt your laughter as you pressed your face into his pec.

“I’m not going to stop a lady when she’s appreciated a good fuck, Hal.” He raised one hand in surrender, not really giving a shit.

“Yeah, well I hope it was worth it.” Hallie walked away, slamming the door shut as she left.

“Good night, Hal!”

“Shut up!”

Hallie looked around the room, settling her eyes on you and Sebastian. She opened her mouth to speak but no words left. She chewed the inside of her cheek, deciding how to best finish her speech.

“You never know when you’re going to find your person. I hope that one day I’m as lucky as the both of you. I wish you all the happiness the world has to offer.” She raised her champagne glass. “So I’d like to make a toast, to happiness. To eternal love. To Y/N and Sebastian, may your love last as long as you both do. To the bride and groom. To the rest of your lives.”

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