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sherriswheel · 6 years ago

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Maybe This Was The Year

Pairing: Professor!Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Sebastian Stan teaches Algebra to Y/N and she just so happens to be the only girl in class.

Warnings: Age Gap, a wee bit of angst at the end and one (1) mention of smut.

Word Count: Around 2800 words, my longest one-shot yet.

A/N: Hey... I'm back. You showed a lot of love to Criminal and I'm so flattered. I'm back with another fanfiction, this time, showing my real side as I just so happened to have a crush on my teacher IRL... 👀

Enjoy!

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Y/N POV:

Maybe this was the year. Maybe this was the year that I'd finally get over my silly crush on one of the professors at college. I sighed softly as I walked to my algebra class. I'm Y/N.

I studied at college, this was my third year. I was 23 years old. The professor I mentioned before was Professor Sebastian Stan, a math teacher on campus. He was 38 years old.

Sebastian Stan had taught me Calculus in my first year and Algebra in my second year. For all the Gods above, I hoped this year, he wouldn't teach any of my class. Not like I hated him…

I just had a big crush on him. Ever since he had walked into the first lecture of Calculus in my first year, I was smitten. It was wrong, it was so wrong but I couldn't help myself.

Besides me, only 5 people had taken the course and four of them were boys. Naturally, I felt really awkward. But Mr Stan was quite cool with me, he even cracked nice jokes in class.

In my second year, the people who had taken Algebra, a class taught by Sebastian Stan, were only 4. Me, two boys and one girl. The girl was really shy and we actually became good friends. She told me she had a crush on Sebastian Stan.

Of course, I was a bit disheartened but suddenly, in the middle of the year, she shifted elsewhere. That, again, left me the only girl in his class. He had made a really good joke about it.

"What is it with you always being the only girl in my class?"

Sure, we had laughed it off but I couldn't help but wonder the same thing. Why was I always the only girl in his class? This year I had taken Algebra as well as Calculus and I hoped none of them were taught by Sebastian Stan.

I walked into the Algebra classroom, where I was previously headed. There, I saw the worst sight imaginable. Sebastian Stan sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone.

There was no one else in the class. I gulped, my feelings rushing back to me like a crying child to his mother. When he sensed me entering, he looked up at me. "Y/N, pleasure to see you!"

"Good morning, Mr Stan. How are you doing?" I asked him with a faint smile, taking my seat in the front of the class. I checked the time, I was 15 minutes early. I hoped more people would attend the lecture.

"I'm doing extremely well, Y/N, thank you for asking. How about you?" he asked with a grin. It seemed as if his entire mood had changed just by me walking into the classroom.

"I'm doing well too," I replied. For a few minutes, none of us spoke. When there were 5 minutes remaining for class, I actually started sweating. Where was everyone else?

"Is Algebra really all that difficult?" Mr Stan scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back on his seat, placing his feet on the table. "Well, you do take really advanced Algebra," I pointed out.

"You're right," he muttered like a petulant child and I bit back a smile. Just as the bell rang, three boys ran into the class. Harry, James and Kyle, the ones from my last year's Algebra and Calculus classes.

"Ah, history repeats itself," Mr Stan smirked as Harry gave me a high-five, laughing. All three of them took their seats and the class began. The lecture was of 2 hours.

"Okay, who would like to come and solve the sum on the board?"

"I'll try," I offered, having already done the same sum last year while going through my cousin's homework. Mr Stan grinned at me and gave me the chalk. I stood in front of the blackboard.

Sebastian Stan POV:

Oh, what a cruel joke, life. Again? The most beautiful woman on the campus was the only girl in my class once again? Not that I minded, but still. Y/N was truly a beautiful woman.

Right now, as she solved the sum on the board, I had to keep myself from checking her out. She was wearing a simple, full sleeved t-shirt and jeans but my, her figure… I was totally a creepy bastard.

The thing is, I didn't care. Last year, with dawning horror, I realized that my silly crush on a goddamn student in the class was full-blown adoration. I nearly fainted after getting home.

"Mr Stan, I'm done!" I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled at her. Then I looked at the board and scrutinized the sum. It was perfect. "That's amazing, congratulations! Take your seat."

She sat back down and the lecture continued as usual. After the 2 hours were up, all the students packed their bags and left the class. Y/N was a bit slow at packing as the boys practically ran out.

Then Y/N stood up and smiled at me. "Goodbye Mr Stan, I'll see you later!" she waved and walked out of the classroom. I waved back at her, sighing and groaning loudly as she left.

Why, life, why?

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Y/N POV:

The next few weeks were amazing. The class I loved the most was, of course, Algebra. Calculus, thankfully, was taught by another teacher. I used to have a lot of fun in the Algebra lectures.

Mr Stan rarely gave us homework and the five of us in the class had started creating inside jokes for ourselves. Today, as I walked into the class, everyone was already present there.

All the men looked at me and gave me warm smiles. I smiled back, albeit a bit confused. "I'm not teaching today, we're way ahead of the portion and we can take a few lectures off."

"Wow, that's great," I chuckled, "But what should we do now?" Everyone sat thinking. "How about you ask me questions? Anything," Mr Stan suggested and the boys immediately jumped onto the chance.

"Are you dating?"

I looked at Mr Stan, a small blush creeping up my cheeks. On the outside, I showed myself not really caring about his dating life. But deep inside, I really hoped the answer was 'no'.

"I'm not," Mr Stan laughed. "You must be married," Harry said with a curious tone. "I'm not married, currently very much single." I was so relieved by the news that I didn't see Sebastian Stan briefly glancing at me.

"Do you give relationship advice?" Kyle asked him. "Why, do you need it?" Mr Stan smirked at him. "I do, actually," Kyle sighed and all of us turned to him, surprised. "You found a woman?"

All of us, including Mr Stan, laughed as Kyle hit James on the head. "Yes, but things aren't exactly working out…" Kyle muttered. "Oh no, what happened?" I asked sympathetically.

"I don't know, she's just… acting weird. I mean, for once, she keeps liking the photos of this dude on Instagram but like… he must be at least 10 years older than her! Does she like him?"

I thought about it for a while. "Does she comment on his photos?" I asked. Kyle shook his head. "I'm pretty sure it's nothing. He might just be a family friend," I shrugged nonchalantly.

"How do you know?"

"Well… some girls prefer older guys but that's actually not the case with everyone. If she would've commented on his pictures, that means she's definitely looking for his attention. No one really pays attention to only likes."

"What about you?" I got startled by Mr Stan's question. "Pardon?" I asked. "What about you, Ms Y/L/N, do you prefer guys your age or older guys?" he smirked. My breathing quickened.

He was kidding, right? Maybe he was just teasing me because I was the only girl in the class. What if he's asking seriously? asked my hopelessly-in-love heart. "I prefer a guy who treats a lady right."

"So, a gentleman," Mr Stan smirked and I nodded, shrugging. I was so proud of myself on not blushing furiously. After spending the whole lecture catching up on each other's lives, the lecture ended.

"Ms Y/L/N, please stay a minute," Mr Stan called out as I was going to walk outside. I froze in my tracks as the three dirty-minded guys gave me smirks. After they left, I turned to Mr Stan.

"Yeah?" I asked, smiling. "I hope you weren't uncomfortable because of my question," he asked me, packing up his briefcase. Was he headed home too? "No, it's alright."

"Good to know. Goodbye, Y/N, I'll see you later."

Both of us left the classroom. I headed left towards the main gate and Mr Stan headed right towards the parking lot. I walked out the gates, breathing in the cool evening air.

It was around 5 in the evening. I lived not far from my college, but the walk was tedious nonetheless. As I turned around the block, I saw a car parked in front of the cafe I usually got a coffee from after college.

I was actually planning on having a coffee right now. I walked into the cafe and immediately cursed my luck. Sebastian Stan stood right in front of me, ordering coffee. After receiving his coffee, he turned around.

A surprised but happy expression crossed his face. "Y/N, wasn't expecting you here!" he exclaimed. I smiled at him, ordering a coffee too. "It is a nice surprise," I told the man. My teacher.

"Wanna have coffee with me?" he asked me and I agreed without thinking. "Sure, why not?" As my cup of coffee arrived, Mr Stan instantly told the cashier, "I'll pay for it, it's on me."

The cashier, seemingly understanding what was going on, smirked at me and gave me a wink as Sebastian turned away from her. I blushed furiously this time, moving to sit with Mr Stan.

We again talked about a couple mindless things as we had coffee. "Such a weird coincidence, right Y/N?" he asked me in between. I looked at him, confused. "What coincidence?"

"You're the only girl in my class this year too, Y/N. It's been going on for three years now, don't you think it's a coincidence?" he rephrased. "It certainly is one," I chuckled.

After coffee, we walked out of the cafe. "Come on, I'll drop you home," Sebastian Stan offered. "Oh, no, why? Don't burden yourself with me, I'll be fine," I refused immediately.

Just being in a car with him sounded so intimate. "Come on now, darling, don't be modest. Sit, I'll drop you home," he insisted with a short laugh. I gave in and sat next to him in the passenger seat.

I told him my address and he drove on. We talked about the future lectures until we reached home. My place. As I was about to get out of the car, I noticed that the check engine light of the car was on.

"Mr Stan, the check engine light."

He sighed and got out of the car, opening up the front. As soon as he did, a column of smoke flew out and both of us coughed. "I can't take my car home, it will break down in the middle of my drive."

I had to come up with a solution, quick. "Stay at my place for the night." Not the solution I was looking for. "Really? Would you like to have me around?" he asked me, surprised too.

"I don't mind. You can give your car for repairs and go home in a taxi too, if you want," I shrugged, that's more like it. "No, I have a guy, he comes over and repairs the car. I don't trust my car in an auto service," Sebastian shrugged.

He called up a guy as we waited for the elevator. For the whole elevator ride, he talked on the phone with his car repair guy. He gave him my address. The car was parked in the parking lot in front of the building.

We reached the 11th floor, where my apartment was. I led him inside and made him sit on the couch. I went to my bedroom to change my clothes, wearing my usual pair of shorts, a sweater and socks.

I didn't care about the fact that my crush was sitting in the next room, I was not leaving my comfort. I walked back outside and Sebastian looked up at me, away from his phone.

He gave me a quick smile and looked back at the phone. As I watched Sebastian, I realized, he was still in a pair of pants and a shirt. If he was staying the night, he should be comfortable.

I got up again and went to the guest room. I looked around in the wardrobe until I found my brother's old clothes. He was roughly Sebastian's size, the clothes would fit Sebastian well.

I picked out a grey turtleneck, black sweatpants and headed outside again. "Mr Stan?" I asked and he looked at me. "Yes, Y/N?" he asked and I gave him the clothes.

"Be comfortable," I said with a small smile. He accepted the clothes and I directed him to the guest room. He locked the door and I sat down on the sofa, sighing.

As I closed my eyes and relaxed back on the sofa, the bell rang. "What the hell," I muttered and stood up to open the door. When I opened the door, I saw another handsome guy staring at me.

"Hi, is Mr Stan here? I'm here to look after his car," he asked me with a polite and cute smile. "Just a moment. Please, come in," I offered, giving him a smile too. Why was everyone associated with Mr Stan hot?

"So… how do you know him?" he asked as we sat with nothing to do. "I'm his student. He dropped me home when his car broke down, he's staying the night," I shrugged, smiling at Jack.

"Oh, I thought you were girlfriend or something," Jack laughed and I blushed softly. How I wished it was true. "Oh, hey Jack!" Jack and I turned to look at Mr Stan, who was wearing the clothes I had given him.

"Hi! Let's have a look at your car," Jack grinned, standing up. "Wanna come along?" Sebastian asked me with an appealing smile. "Sure," I shrugged and the three of us walked downstairs.

While repairing the car, Jack talked a lot. With me. He was constantly flirting with me, using terrible but hilarious pickup lines that I found incredibly flattering. Sebastian just stood to the side.

"Do you have a map?" Jack asked me and my brows furrowed. "No, what for?" I asked. "I'm constantly getting lost in your eyes," he winked and I burst out laughing. "That's sweet."

But I swear on my life, I definitely heard Mr Stan huff softly. I glanced at him, but he was staring at a light overhead. I frowned slightly but looked at Jack again as he asked me another silly question.

After Jack was done, he told us the news. "The engine was broken. I've fixed it but don't use the car for at least six hours," Jack said and Sebastian nodded. Jack left and Sebastian and I went back upstairs.

Sebastian was very quiet during the elevator ride. When we reached home, I asked him what he wanted for dinner. In return, the reply I got was just a huff and roll of the eyes.

"Is everything alright?" I asked cautiously and Sebastian looked at me with a dark look in his eyes. My eyes widened immediately as he took a few steps towards me. I backed into the wall.

"What the hell was that all about?" My eyes narrowed in confusion. "What?" I asked, feeling scared of the predatory look in Sebastian's eyes. "Flirting with Jack like that."

"Why are you so bothered?" I spat back, how dare he ask me that question? "Why am I- I like you, Y/N, I like you so much. Seeing him flirt with you was definitely irritating but you responding positively hurt more."

I simply stared at him, shocked. He liked me? He continued when I remained silent. "You said you liked men who were gentlemen. That wasn't very gentlemanly of Jack, was it?"

"I suppose not," I breathed out and Sebastian leaned over, pressing his lips to mine in a pretty harsh but kinda hot kiss. I responded immediately, kissing back. "I like you a lot too."

As for what happened later…

I can spare you the details.

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A/N: Hoo-boi, that was awesome!!! Show some love ❤

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sherriswheel · 6 years ago

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Grant Ward - Agents of SHIELD - Boyfriend Preference

Being Grant Ward’s girlfriend/boyfriend would include:

- Training together. Ward hated training without you. He’d get up early each morning and go to the training room, not at all surprised to see that you were already there and warming up. He’d help you more than you help him, he was practically a perfect fighter, and you on the other hand weren’t very good with defence or aim. Training usually ended in the two of you dripping with sweat, you lying on the floor in exhaustion with him standing over you and jokingly asking for another fight.

- Protectiveness. Ward wouldn’t be big on PDA, he doesn’t like to show affection in front of other people as it shows weakness, but he’d definitely be protective of you - especially on missions. He’d never let you go undercover alone and, while this caused quite a few issues with the rest of the team, you didn’t mind one bit. He’d always stand close to you, with an arm around your shoulders, or if he was far away he’d never take his eyes off you; always making sure you were safe.

- Jealousy. Grant would always get jealous. Sometimes on missions you’d have to be a little flirty with guards and secretary’s as a distraction while Fitz and Simmons got to work and it always riled Ward up, he’d be super annoyed and when he gets the chance he’d beat the guy’s lights out.

- Always having to calm him down when jealousy strikes. When Ward gets jealous he gets childish. He’ll ignore you, as a child would, and not talk to you until you apologise. You never do, though, because you have nothing to apologise for. You’ll go to the training room, finding him attacking a punching bag like it’s the head of Hydra himself, and go over to him, shouting at him to stop. He’ll ignore you, only hitting harder, until you move in front of him. He’d stop immediately, not wanting to hurt you, and turn away from you. It’d be quite a long argument until he’d stop ignoring you.

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sherriswheel · 6 years ago

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Todays mood in exchange for a little bouquet? 🌹🌻🌷💐🌺🌿🌷🌸🌻💐🌺🌷🌹🌷🌹

I’ve been thinking about Bucky and his fam today?

Obviously it was only him, his mom and his sister for a long time

So he was super close to both of them

He called his mom “Ma”

Every Sunday Bucky would cook breakfast for everyone in the house

He can’t even begin to count the amount of times that he’s kicked some dudes ass for fucking around with Rebecca

Because no one is allowed to mess with his little sister except for him

“I always got your back, baby sis.”

“I’m not a baby anymore.”

“You’ll always be a baby to me.”

Helping his mom bring in the groceries

Being “The Man” of the house

Bucky getting a job to help his mom pay the bills because he doesn’t want her having to do it all alone

Giving Becca money whenever she asks so his mom won’t have to stress when she can’t spare any

“Wheres the black eye from?”

“Steve got into another fight today.”

“Ahhh i thought you just fell down the stairs again.”

Becca going to Bucky for boy advice

Bucky going to Becca for girl advice

Both of them going to their mom for everything

“Love you, Ma.”

“I love you too, James.”

He writes home almost daily when he’s off at war

The devastation they felt when he got captured and believed him to be dead

Winnifred Barnes would’ve been the one to receive the letter of Steve’s passing had it been sent

The relief they felt when not only was Bucky found alive, but Steve was as well

Getting a hold of a picture of Steve so he can prove that yes he IS big now because Becca doesn’t believe him

His mom and Becca going to the movies just so they can see the war films with snippets of Bucky

His mom cries every time he comes on screen just because she’s so proud of him

The absolute devastation of receiving a second letter in the mail saying that Bucky had died overseas

The funeral they held for him despite not having a body

Becca keeping his posthumous awards well after their mother passes away.

The first memories that always return to him when he’s at HYDRA before they wipe him are always memories of his mother

Either of her calling his name or the sound of her singing when she did the dishes or her telling him how much she loved him

When Bucky is saved from HYDRA and is with the Avengers, he doesn’t talk about his family

Not because he doesn’t remember them, but because it hurts too much

One day, you walk into his room with a stalk of papers in your hands

He watches as you slowly set them down at the edge of his bed, never taking your eyes off him

“I’m going to leave the room and then you can read these, okay?”

He didn’t come out of his room for three days, and if you walked by, sometimes you could hear the sound of gentle sobs coming from the other side of his locked door

He finds you once he resurfaces and asks you to go with him

You’re driving with your hand laced in his as he stares out the window

The place is gorgeous, looking like a giant house, and the inside looks like a home

The two of you sign in and someone takes you upstairs.

The further you go down the hallway, the tighter Bucky’s hold on your hand gets

“You go in alone, okay? I’ll wait out here. Take your time.”

He kisses you hard before taking a deep breath and letting himself in the room.

In the corner is a creaking rocking chair, and over the back of it, he can see an ocean of grey and white.

“Hey there.”

The person turns around at the sound of his voice

She doesn’t look like what he remembers but he’ll never forget her eyes, the ones that match his own

“Bucky?”

He chokes slightly at the sound of her voice before mustering up a smile

“Hey baby sis.”

💜💜💜💜

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sherriswheel · 6 years ago

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Battling the Green Eyed Monster

Pairings: Grant Ward x reader

Request:

Warnings: none I think? Please tell me if you think otherwise

A/N: this is set in season one before Ward in Hydra. So sorry this took so long to post. I’m working on another request for Daisy x fem!reader but requests are open for all fandoms :)

Jealously was not in Grant Ward’s vocabulary, in fact he despised the word, yet seeing you around another made his blood boil. He shouldn’t care who you date or flirt with, you two weren’t a thing. You never even discussed the possibility of being something more than work colleagues and friends. So why did his heart clench whenever you spoke to someone who wasn’t him?

You were on his mind as he walked towards the lab as Fitzsimmons apparently had a new weapon for him to try out. As he neared the lab he heard voices and laughter. He almost kept going, ceasing the conversation, but then he heard your voice and decided to stop and listen.

“Wait, let me have a go!” Your voice came from the lab, high and full of excitement. It made Ward smile.

“I’ve been practicing since last time,” he listened as your voice changed to a deeper tone. “I’m Grant Ward, and I’ve only smiled once in my life. And when I do again, the apocalypse will arise.”

Laughter, strong and loud, came from the room as Ward got lost in his thoughts. He knew he didn’t smile a lot, he wasn’t always happy. Did it really bother you though? The spiral continued as he thought of everything he did which might be seen as weird or intimidating. Your voice broke his thoughts as you began another impersonation. Smirking he decided to have a little fun and crash your performance.

“I know, I need to work on my May.” You voice started to become clearer as Ward slowly opened the door. You were just starting the crowd favourite again.

You cleared your throat as Ward entered the room. You didn’t see him.

“I’m Grant Ward, and I could kill you with my little toe.”

“Little toe? How did you know my favourite way of killing people?”

You froze as you heard Ward’s voice fill the room, his face blank. On the inside however, he was smirking proudly. Slowly you turned, cheeks becoming pink. Ward fought to keep his composure. You looked so cute when you blushed. Fitzsimmons turned away quickly and launched themselves at the nearest object. Poor Fitz ended up holding, yes holding, a microscope. He stared at it for a moment, thought about his life choices then finally put it down and moved to his actual work. Ward walked over to you as you moved to meet him.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that we were just having fun,” You rambled. “I don’t think you could kill someone with your little toe. Not that you couldn’t! I mean, skill wise probably but realistically-“

“(Y/N), it’s fine.”

You nodded and smiled apologetically. You proceeded to dismiss yourself and hastily left the lab, Ward watching your every step. He already missed you. Sighing he moved onto the task at hand and approach the scientists to ask about the gun. One day he’d tell you his true feelings, but that day wasn’t today.

One week later and Coulson announced that another SHIELD agent would be joining them for a few days to complete a few assessments on the team and update some software. Coulson told them not to worry too much as he would stay out of their way and let them do their job, which seemed simple enough. That afternoon they made a quick stopover at SHIELD base to pick up the agent. From the moment he walked on Ward didn’t like him. He was too tall and almost as muscular as he was but with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a recipe for disaster. The agent, who introduced himself as Alex, explained his motives and what he needed to do while with the team. Ward watched as his eyes stayed on you for a moment too long, his blue eyes sparkling. When they were dismissed Ward’s blood was boiling, heart rate elevated. You seemed oblivious to both the agent’s stare and Ward’s anger. When everyone went their separate ways Ward ran up to you.

“(Y/N), can we talk?” He asked.

“Sure, is something wrong?” You frowned, eyebrows pinched together. Ward’s heart skipped a beat.

“Um no, nothing’s wrong. It’s actually about-“

“(Y/N)!”

Both of you turned to find Alex strutting up to the pair of you. Ward internally groaned. Of course he interrupts his moment with you.

“Oh, hi Alex.” (Y/N) said, voice nice but mutual.

He smiled and bared his shining white teeth. Ward had to retain his scoff.

“I just wanted to talk to you about your position on the team and a few other questions. Is that okay?”

You nodded and walked off with Alex. Within five steps you stopped and looked back at Ward.

“Oh Ward! What did you want to ask?”

But he was already gone, sulking and wondering if he really could kill someone with his little toe.

Ward was fed up with Alex. He couldn’t stand him. He was constantly everywhere and smiled too much and stared at you for too long. Yet you never seemed to notice. Over the last two days Ward hadn’t had a moment alone with you which only agitated him further. He needed to let off some steam and decided to check in with Fitz and Simmons to see if they had any new weapons he could test out. On his way down he passed Skye. She greeted him but he ignored her, only continuing down the hall. He heard her scoff as he passed.

“Really? And I thought normal Ward was a dick.”

When he didn’t stop Skye took a deep breath before saying, “it’s Alex isn’t it? Because of how he’s been talking to (Y/N).”

Within seconds Ward stopped and turned before speeding down the hall until he was centimeters away from Skye.

“If you tell anyone about my feelings for (Y/N)…” he began in a hushed voice.

Skye’s eyes widened as she took in their closeness before pushing him away. “Woah, relax. I was just commenting on the situation. But I’m right, right?”

Ward’s face remained blank and emotionless. Skye nodded and took it as a yes. After one last look Ward continued down the hall towards the lab. It wasn’t until after he left that Skye remembered that you were also down there…with Alex.

He heard you before he saw you. When Ward entered the lab your laugh became clearer, bouncing off the walls. It almost lifted his mood…almost. Then he saw why you were laughing and the blood rushed to his face. Alex. There was no sign of the scientists, only (Y/N) and Alex. You noticed Ward first and smiled at him.

“Oh hey Ward. What do you need?”

“I was looking for Fitz.”

“Oh.” Ward could’ve sworn that your face dropped slightly when he said Fitz but he didn’t dwell on it. Probably just his imagination.

“What are you two doing?”

“Nothing.” You said

At the same time Alex said, “getting to know each other.”

Ward closed his eyes in anger, missing you give Alex a confused and exasperated look. The room remained silent, no one knowing what to say or do. Ward took a deep breath and stared at you, taking in your natural beauty despite the unnaturally bright light of the labs. You were absentmindedly fiddling with a pen, your eyes scanning the room but never meeting his. He felt himself enter a state of calm as he let your unintentional actions soothe him. This was one of the reasons why he loved you: your calming presence. With a clear mind Ward was ready to leave and started to turn around. Of course Alex then had to go and ruin it.

“Look man, do you need anything?” He asked as he not-so-subtly put his arm around your waist. “Because we have some things to attend you.”

Both Ward and yourself tensed up. You tried to act like his arm didn’t bother you, but it did. Ward on the other hand didn’t care what people thought and took a slow step towards Alex.

“Take your arm off (Y/N).”

He laughed. “Why? Man, she’s not your girlfriend so why do you care?”

“She is uncomfortable.” Ward said slowly, blood boiling and heart rate increasing.

“She is fine, aren’t you babe?”

That sent Ward over the edge. Instincts took over as he lunged at Alex and picked him up by his shirt, pulling him away from you. Distantly Ward heard you yell his name but he didn’t care. Alex crossed a line. Staring into his eyes, Ward saw fear instead of his usual cocky self. He backed up until Alex hit a nearby wall with enough force to knock the wind out of him but not injure.

“(Y/N) is not your babe,” Ward growled in a hushed tone. “No girl is. And when she’s uncomfortable, listen to her you prick.”

“What the hell man! She was fine!” Alex protested.

Ward shook his head and let Alex go before punching him in the face. A loud crack filled the room followed by groaning from Alex. He had broken his nose.

“Ward what the hell!” You shouted but didn’t move to help Alex. Secretly you were glad someone punched him. The fact that it was Ward made it even better. As Alex cradled his now bloody face you locked eyes with Ward. A silent agreement passed between you both and you left the lab, Ward trailing behind. When you were leaving you passed Jemma, who looked at your expessions and Ward’s slightly bloody hand and raised an eyebrow.

“Do I want to know?” She asked.

“Alex may need some help, he broke his nose.” Ward huffed and kept walking.

Once you made it to your room, the only place you could think of where privacy was guaranteed, you turned and stared Ward down. He crossed his arms across his chest and mimicked the look you were giving him.

“What, no thank you?” He asked eventually.

This made your own hold on your emotions snap.

“Thank you? You want a thank you? Okay yes, Alex was a jerk who deserved that punch. But breaking his nose? A bit too far.”

Ward kept staring at you, unblinking. This only encouraged your anger.

“Also, what has been you with you lately? Ever since Alex joined us you’ve been tense and angsty. I get it if you don’t like the guy but you hated him from the moment he opened his mouth.”

“No.” He whispered, now staring at the floor.

You almost laughed in spite. “No what?”

“I didn’t hate him from the moment he opened his mouth. I hated him from the moment he laid eyes on you.”

He watched as you went silent, no longer laughing. Your smile faltered as you processed what he meant. Ward felt like an idiot as he stood suffocating in your room, the air suddenly heavy as the truth stood vulnerable between you two. Everything seemed clear now to you. How he would always be that bit nicer or playful around you. How he spoke in hushed tones. Even the way he looked at you, as if he was unworthy.

“So that’s why you’ve been in such a bad mood.” You mumbled to yourself as everything clicked. Ward heard and nodded, suddenly ashamed. You slowly rocked side to side, unsure of what to say or do. The silence and uncertainty was deafening. In a moment of courage you closed the gap and faced him, centimeters apart. Both of you were holding your breath, ready for the verdict.

“Ward…” You began, not knowing what to say.

“It’s okay,” He whispered. “You don’t have to feel the same way.”

“But I do.”

Slowly you made eye contact with each other. Ward carefully took your hand and wrapped his around it before bringing it up to his chest. You could feel his heart beating through his thin shirt, alive with so many emotions.

“You do?” He asked

In response you took his other hand and placed it on your on chest so he could feel your heart beat which was just as fast and chaotic. He smiled.

“Does that answer your question?”

No words were left to be said, for now. Instead he placed his forehead on yours as you shared one breath, one heart. A tear slide down his cheek as relief washed over him. He did it. It was worth it. You liked him. Tears fell down your own face as you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. Maybe some things were meant to be.

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please plEASE PLEASE write a smut with Seb afer all the pics that came out from his shooting with Men’s Health 💦💦💦🔥🔥🔥🔥

GOOD FOOKING GOD

Could you imagine just how cocky and confident he would be now that he's much more comfortable in his own skin?

He'd would be parading around the house with nothing but his briefs on; knowing damn well what he does to you

You eyeing your boyfriend shamelessly like he's a piece of meat

Him teasing you all the time

You'd be on the bed, reading a book or scrolling through your socials and he'd walk out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist

That perfectly defined Adonis belt of his on full display

"What is it baby, am I turning you on?" he would ask, biting his lips and watching you squirm under his stare.

"Come here" he'd pull you into his arms and kiss you senseless.

You'd melt under his touch just like before.

You'd be at work, and throughout the day you'd get countless selfies from him; shirtless at the gym, shirtless in the kitchen, shirtless in your bed telling you how much he'd rather have you here under him.

He'd get very much confident and cheeky in bed

"Look at you baby, taking my cock like you were only made for it"

"Are you wet already? I haven't even touched you yet"

He used to be slightly insecure that he was older than you, but that disappeared soon.

He knew that no matter what, you'd always be his girl.

His.

Him being even more shameless than before with his totally jacked body

You'd be replying to emails or phone calls for work and he'd walk around semi-naked

"Seb, you mind covering up a bit?"

You being completely spell bound by him. One look from him and you'd turn into a puddle.

"Why baby? Am I distracting you?" he was so good at being clueless.

I assume he'd get more dominant and assertive in bed... Much more that before

"I own you, baby"

"You're mine, you get that?"

He'd remind you, always.

Whatever tension built up in his body after the gym, he'd fuck it out of his system with your help.

Always having sex when he gets back from the gym to help him wind down.

Hardcore sex, because he somehow ALWAYS had the stamina for it - be it early in the morning or at midnight.

He would sometimes wake you up at 4 am with his head in between your thighs and his tongue deep into your folds.

Round 1, and 2, and 3 until you'd beg him to give you a break, or let you sleep because you had work the next day.

Messing around with him and telling him he's 'old'

Him smirking and pinning you down on the bed.

Making you helpless

His grip tightening around your throat. Your naked body under his; his hard on pressing against your wet folds.

He would tighten his hands gently around your throat with each passing second

"You were saying, baby?" he'd whisper in his low, deep voice; hoarse from all your prior acts.

Him making you apologize nicely as he pushes himself into you and fucks you until your brain gets foggy

OH MY GOOD FUCK

Imagine getting into a heated argument with Seb... Because why not?

And him refusing to let you walk out on him even though you had already packed your bags.

"You're not fucking leaving me!"

It being one of the rare times he'd ever raise his voice at you.

"Don't you fucking talk to me in that tone, Sebastian! You need to get your jealousy under control!"

Him grabbing your hand; his possessive side taking over, and preventing you from walking out of the room.

"Or what, huh?"

Him pulling you into his strong body and daring you to leave him while staring deep into your eyes.

Angry sex... A lot of it.

Him spanking you because you dared to talk back to him

Soft sex in the kitchen the morning after the argument, and him making up to you and apologizing for being jealous and even daring to think that you would cheat on him with your guy best friend.

On the rare occasions when you two would have slow sex he'd make sure to tell you just how much you mean to him, and how much he loves you.

He'd be a jealous lover for sure. He would be very protective of you.

He'd be the kind of man who would text you to meet him in the bathroom for a quickie in the middle of a party - only because someone flirted with you when you two walked in.

Him reminding you constantly that you were his

Phone sex when he's away shooting for the FAWS series.

Him giving you instructions of what to do and how to touch yourself over the phone; and coming undone at the same time

You teasing him regarding the Men's Health shoot.

Telling him, as a joke, that he should stop boasting because he's not even that hot.

Him pushing you against the closest wall, pinning your wrists above your head and leaning into your ear to whisper dangerously, "You wanna say that again?"

Getting turned on embarrassingly fast whenever he gets dominant and him knowing all about it.

Him fucking you relentlessly against that same wall and making you change your mind immediately about him 'not being that hot'

A/N: Sorry i got carried away.

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I Think He Knows.

Reader x Sebastian Stan Headcanon … since a lot of you were thirsty.

Run-through: Long story short; you’re a designer on set for the recent Men’s Health shoot and things get interesting between you and a handsome man with blue eyes…

Themes: fluff, smut

A/N: It’s raining here and i had nothing to do, so here’s a little something. ALSO, NOT MY PIC!

“Y/N!

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sherriswheel · 6 years ago

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Rescue Me

Post Endgame Bucky Barnes Fic.

Run-through: After losing the man who was the only parental figure you had, your life was upside down. And the only person who is able to get you out of your misery is an ex assassin, metal armed, semi stable hundred year old man – with eyes so blue that you often forgot your own name when you looked into them.

Themes: SMUT, feels, SPOILERS, fluff, angst

a/n: look at him. he so pretty i die. Anyways, enjoy! :)

You counted the days, and it soon marked 22 days since he was gone. You were in complete denial in the beginning, but Sam along with Banner managed to get you out of the dark place you had locked yourself in.

Life was hard without him. He was the only parental figure you had ever known.

You didn’t remember where you came from, you had absolutely no recollection of your past life. All you remember, and what you’ve been told, is that the Avengers were on a mission to take down a lab once. The lab was notorious for conducting inhumane experiments on people, and you were one of the few surviving victims.

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Through Dust And Smoke

[MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILERS, read at your own risk]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,169

Warnings: None, bc i’m a good person.

A/N: I needed smth positive post endgame so i wrote this

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sherriswheel · 6 years ago

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In the Quiet, You Will Find Me

Pairing: CEO!Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: The worst snowstorm to hit New York in a decade leads you to be trapped in your cramped apartment with your boss.

No problem, right?

(For @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s Multi Fandom Follower Challenge!)

Prompt: “Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine, I’m fine, everything is cool, everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freaking out, not at all, we’re FINE.”

Warnings: Explicit sex scenes, alcohol use, cursing, mild anxiety

Word Count: 8k

AO3

You blew out a breath, impatience settling on your shoulders like an itching weight as your car crawled through traffic. The harsh winds carried with it stinging shards of snow, unrelenting and quickly burying the streets in white. The impression of being deep in a tundra wasteland was further proven as some of the streets were devoid of light, a symptom of the unusual winter storm knocking out whole blocks of the power grid.

Not only were you wading out into the storm against your will, you were doing it on Christmas Eve. All because of him.

The call that had hurdled your evening into disaster came a half hour earlier from your boss, Monica.

“He’s got no one else,” she’d lamented. Over the line you could hear a child’s whimper. “The car service got hit with the blackout, and the company refuses to send any drivers out because of liability issues. I’d do it myself but Dannie is sick. I can’t leave her like this.”

She hesitated. “And your car has four-wheel drive.”

Oh, how you wished that weren’t the case.

“Fine,” you had relented, rubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand. “Fine. But I want a raise.”

“Thank you,” she said, sincerity flooding her voice. “Really, I appreciate it. You’re saving my ass here.”

It was the only reason you were doing it. Monica was a great boss, the best you’d ever had. It wasn’t her fault that her boss was the way he was.

Boyishly charming, handsome as sin, and funny in an awkwardly endearing way.

You hated him.

But he was also the CEO of the company you worked for, and your boss’ boss, so you had no choice but to put your life out on the line to go pick up “The Most Eligible Bachelor in Manhattan” because apparently no one else could be bothered.

I’m going to get that fucking raise, you thought with gritted teeth, pulling the steering wheel into a slow right turn so you wouldn’t go skidding into a snowbank.

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sherriswheel · 6 years ago

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Cherry.

Mob! Seb x Stripper! Reader Headcanon.

A/N: Yet another filthy dream of mine inspired this, and about the title - it really doesn’t have anything to do with this. It’s just that I was listening to Fine Line while writing this and well…

Also, NOT my GIF.

Imagine working at a well-known club in the same city where the mob boss lives

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Imagine Sebastian Stan revealing you’re his girlfriend in a panel

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“Let’s welcome my personal favourite and biggest OTP in the Marvel Cinematic Universe: Sebastian Stan and Y/N!”

The crowd roared as the host introduced the two of you onto the stage. Sebastian had let you go before him, his hand on the small of you back and making sure you didn’t trip on the stairs like last time. After knowing him for years and having been on several panels with him for promotional purposes, the pair of you were very familiar with how each other moved and talked, hence the silent understanding you had between the two of you.

The moment you stepped onto the wide stage, you began waving at the enthusiastic crowd, greeting as many of them as you could as you felt you could never do enough for the fans who supported you endlessly. It was the same for Sebastian as well, as he always felt so humbling and appreciative of the love and support of the fans.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were at the centre of the stage and under the spotlights. The cheering and clapping of the crowd continued for a while longer even as you took your seats on the couch behind you. The host had his own seat while you and Sebastian shared one, which no one had a problem with.

“It’s so great to have you two here!” the host exclaimed excitedly, almost as giddy as the crowd below the stage. “So, please say hello to your amazing fans!”

Sebastian was the one who spoke first as he grabbed the mic and shouted a greeting into it. “Hey guys! How are you all doing? Are you enjoying this?”

“You guys are so amazing, you know that?” you asked, grinned widely as you tried to look at as many individuals as you could, noticing how there were so many fans that were dressed up as yours and Sebastian’s characters in the movies.

The crowd roared in response and although neither of you could understand the different things that were said, you knew the fans were more than happy to see their beloved idols.

As if the crowd was unable to calm down, the host had to step in and ask for a little bit of peace and quiet as he went on to chat with you two. “How have you two been?” he asked. “Are you guys having fun?”

“We’ve been great!” Sebastian answered for the two of you, knowing full well how you also felt about conventions like this. “I mean, it’s always so humbling to see so many fans in one place, like, it’s just so amazing how the enthusiasm never dies!”

“It’s like you guys have unlimited energy,” you added with a laugh. “I wish I had that kind of energy when I was on set - god, I was like a zombie most of the time if it wasn’t for the endless supply of coffee that we begged for.”

“Wait, you guys begged for coffee on set?” the host questioned, seemingly very interested in the little piece of information you revealed.

“Well, yeah, I mean, filming a movie is a lot of work, especially one of this scale,” you began, “And coffee is a very important thing to have if you want to keep up with all the actions and keep your awake. So, yeah, I kind of begged the managers to get more coffee on set and it just got blown up a little and we ended up getting a coffee truck on set!”

“Seriously? Don’t you, like, get caffeine poisoning from drinking so much coffee?” the host asked as he tilted his head to the side and watched you with a questioning look.

A scoff came from the man beside you and you turned to see Sebastian with a crooked smile on his face. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she did,” he said, causing the audience to laugh. “I am telling you guys this - I have never ever seen anyone drink as much coffee as Y/N does. It’s insane. I swear, coffee is the only thing she ever drinks. Whether it’s in the morning, the afternoon, or the evening, it’s always coffee.”

“I’m addicted,” you claimed with a nonchalant shrug, not really bothered about your coffee intake levels. “It keeps me sane throughout the day. I mean, drinking coffee is like, I don’t know, listening to music for you guys. It calms me and soothes me.”

“Coffee is running through your veins,” Sebastian commented, giving you a nudge and a roll of his eyes as he remembered one of your many shared inside jokes, which you understood straight away.

“So you’re the type to shout ‘can someone get me a coffee’ on set and then someone will run and get your beloved coffee?” the host asked.

“Nope, not at all,” you replied, earning a frown from Sebastian because he knew that was exactly what you did on set, especially to him whenever he was hanging around. “I ask nicely,” you added with a grin. “I actually say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes again and shook his head, looking as though he was done with your antics having filmed with you for so many long months. The reaction of the man didn’t go unnoticed by the host and the crowd, but the close friendship the two of you had forged throughout the numerous movies was not a secret to anyone who knew you two, though there were a lot of people who did wish the two of you were more than just friends.

“You two are so adorable together - have anyone told you that already?” The host was definitely one of those who shipped the two of you together, which wasn’t a surprise with how he introduced you two at the very start. “Are you sure you two aren’t together?”

His straightforward question had both you and Sebastian laughing and shaking your heads. However, neither of you answered him verbally, which was the norm since you two had never really given an official reply to the same sorts of questions that were thrown at you about your friendship or relationship.

Seeing how he wasn’t going to dig anything more about your relationship from you two, the host then turned to the audience and held his mic to his lips again. “Okay then, since I can’t get them to spill, maybe your fans can!” The crowd cheered in response and the host continued. “So, we’re going to open this up as your fans are burning to ask some questions. As usual, we’re going to start from the left and go to the right and then back to the left, etcetera. Are we ready?”

╳ ╳ ╳

The pair of you had spent a good half an hour answering the questions of your fans. Some were the usual ones about your roles and what you had to do to prepare for it, others were the funnier ones that had the hall laughing, and of course there were the corny and cheesy ones that made you cringe a little inside (though you would never show it in front of your beloved fans). It wasn’t until the last ten or so minutes that Sebastian was asked a question that you thought was rather sweet.

“So, er, I was just wondering, like, what kind of support network do you have?” the fan asked nervously.

“What kind of support network do I have?” Sebastian repeated to make sure he had heard what the fan said correctly. When he received the nod from the fan, he leaned back on the couch and ran his hand through his growing hair with a long hum. Both you and the host, as well as everyone else in the hall, had turned to look at him with an expectant look. “Well, uhm, I just try to surround myself with good people, I guess?” he began, letting out a short laugh as his blue eyes momentarily flicked over to you. “I mean, I’ve been really really lucky with the people I’ve worked with. You know, everyone has been amazing and like, I’ve never met anyone on set that I’ve thought ‘oh god, that person is a no-no’,” he paused for a second when he heard someone shout ‘Tom Holland’ from the crowd, which had everyone laughing. “Hey, that kid is a problem, but he’s a nice kid.”

“That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said about him,” you interjected with a grin. “Tommy is gonna cry when he hears about this.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and let out a dramatic groan at your response. “Oh god, I’m never going to hear the end about this… please just, whatever you do, don’t tell Anthony Mackie what I just said…”

You laughed at his words and rolled your eyes back at him. “But you love them both dearly,” you said, grinning again because you knew you were right with what you said.

“Again, don’t tell them that,” he said to the crowd. “But, but, yeah, I mean, try to surround yourself with good people and their positive sides will rub on you in a good way and then you’ll find yourself far happier than when you didn’t have those people before. I’m really lucky to have met great friends and inspirational mentors throughout the different jobs I’ve had, so I’m really lucky in that sense, but I think everyone will have their chance to meet someone someday who would really change your lives even without you knowing it.”

The crowd aww-ed at his sweet and encouraging words while you found yourself smiling at the man softly. He had always known what to say to people who were lost and you knew that from first hand experience. Sebastian was someone who had been through a lot but the fact that he was so willing to help others get through their problems was one of the many things that everyone, including you, loved about him.

However, the mischievous side of you couldn’t let him off so easily, so you took your mic again as your lips turned into another smirk. “So are you saying Tom Holland changed your life in a good way?”

The crowd laughed again and some comments were even thrown around even though you couldn’t catch them properly with all the noise that was going on.

“You’re never going to let me live, are you?” Sebastian questioned, looking at you with an amused expression as his arm casually hung on the back of your side of the couch. He soundlessly laughed at you and shook his head, while his hand unknowingly made its way to your loose hair and curled a tiny bunch around his fingers.

“Nope, but you should wait until I tell both Tommy and Mackie about this,” you replied as your eyes met his. He still had that smile on his face but it was his eyes that took your breath away at that moment. You paused for a second and even though you were aware of how everyone could see what the two of you were doing, you couldn’t help but just look into his eyes and see all those emotions swimming inside them as he looked right back at you. “You’re going to regret saying that now, Sebby boy,” you added a few silent seconds later.

There was no doubt that the audience was going crazy with that little moment you shared with Sebastian but neither of you really cared what your fans thought, not that your fans would ever get between the two of you anyway. The host, too, was getting lost in the moment you were having with your co-star, but he had his job to do. Just as he was about to signal the next fan for their question, Sebastian raised his mic again.

“Oh, and just to add to what I just said,” he spoke slowly, his eyes still remaining on you as his free hand continued to tug at your soft hair. “Friends and mentors are definitely important but you know, sometimes I think an awesome girlfriend tops all of that.”

Screams and shouts filled the hall in a split second as the crowd understood what he meant with those words. Of course, you knew what he was saying as well, and although it was earlier than what the two of you had planned, you weren’t exactly bothered that he decided to announce your relationship in this way.

With pink cheeks and the biggest grin on your face, you sent a wink in his way and spoke. “Well, I do have to agree with you there, Seb. You do have a pretty awesome girlfriend.”

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The Man

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: smut, language, adult themes.

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: While I could have written a simple CEO!Bucky, this one gave me easy access to a lot more of the world. Please share this, comment or like - I always love to hear your thoughts xo

Title Inspo: The Man - The Killers (Wonderful Wonderful)

If there was anything more pitiful than sitting alone at the bar at your ex’s wedding, it was getting tipsier each drink you downed on your own, you assumed. The clammy drink tumbler in your hand and once again down to its dregs… not to mention the room was starting to spin a little.

You were just biding your time, waiting for a lull in proceedings to make phantom away. You ditched the “singles” table (the fucking gall of it in the first place) you’d been seated at hours ago and found peace with the bartender’s sad gaze at your lonely predicament. It was probably nothing new to him anyway -

“Anyone sittin’ here?” A voice asked as you politely shook your head. It was time to make a move anyway, enough was enough. You collected your clutch ready to make your unassuming dash.

“Seat’s all yours,” you muttered. “Enjoy your night.”

“Off so soon?” He asked as you attempted to walk away.

You turned back. “Not a wedding person,” you found yourself replying.

“Here for the bride or groom?”

Neither, you wanted to reply. “Groom,” you swallowed to cover your dry throat.

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Library Book

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader

Warnings: none

Prompt: ❝One person has been on the waiting list to check out a library book for months. The other person has the long-overdue book. The two coincidentally meet one day at the library.❞

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: first ever seb fic!

There was no doubt that she was getting impatient. The book she desperately needed for her thesis was long-overdue by the last borrower and it didn’t help that her library only had one single copy of the text. It’s been weeks since it was supposed to be in her hands and yet it was still in the possession of someone else. Although she had contacted the library multiple times regarding this, she was informed time and time again that there was nothing that could be done since the library could only send out notices to the person who still had the book in their hands.

Pissed and upset about the situation, she decided to visit the library once more, hoping that some miracle would happen that would make the book magically appear on the shelves once more (even though she knew full well that the staff would have sent her a message if the book was returned).

Upon entering the quiet and serene building, where occupants naturally obeyed the rule of creating minimal noises, she felt a sense of calmness wash over her. She had always been a fan of the library since she was a little girl and the habit of visiting the place whenever she could had stuck with her all these years. Although she had initially felt rather annoyed at the fact that she was still without her much-needed book, the environment of the library had her in a much better mood.

She headed straight to the front desk, wanting to ask for the whereabouts of the book even though she knew she was getting on the nerves of the staff members. There, she spotted a man who donned a simple outfit consisting of a black tee and a pair of blue jeans. He was conversing with the receptionist and although she couldn’t hear what they were saying, she could tell he looked somewhat apologetic with the way he kept dipping his head while he spoke.

Her approach to the desk was slow and quiet, not wanting to arrive before the man’s conversation ended and hence having to stand awkwardly and wait for her turn. But, much to her dismay, the man’s stay was longer than expected. However, upon reaching the desk, her eyes spotted the book that was on the desk, and it was the very book she had been waiting for all these weeks. Without a second thought, she rushed over, her palms slamming on the wooden surface of the desk with more force than she had planned, causing a loud sound that seemed to have echoed throughout the quiet library. She could feel eyes on her with the noise she made, but she was far too focused on the book to care.

“Finally!” she gasped quietly, her eyes remaining locked on the book. Relief flowed through her body knowing that she would be able to finish her thesis in time, though she had planned to complete it weeks ago so she could spend the last few weeks of the semester free of worries. Before she knew it, she was standing next to the poor man who she had surprised so abruptly with her reaction to the sight of the book, yet she wasn’t acknowledging his presence at all. Instead, she looked at the staff who had a mixture of shock and annoyance in her expression. “I can take that with me, right?” she asked the slightly older woman behind the desk, her finger pointing at the book on top of the pile.

“Yes, I was just about to send you a text,” the librarian replied with a tight smile, obviously not pleased with the situation. “Give me a moment so I can log the return of the book before I issue it out to you,” the woman said professionally with a push to her specs.

“Thank you so much,” she replied, letting out an audible sigh as she slouched slightly against the wooden desk. “You have no idea how desperate I was for this book - it’s literally the last thing I needed to complete my thesis.” She let out another sigh of relief, only to see an awkward expression on the librarian’s face. She frowned slightly and watched as the other woman’s eyes darted to something next to her, and it was only then that she realised that the man who had been there before her was still standing there. She looked over, slightly embarrassed of her behaviour, but it was the face of the man who had her almost choking on her own breath. “Oh my god, you’re-”

“I’m so sorry about the book,” the man spoke before she could finish her sentence - he had a pretty good idea what she was going to say anyway - and gave her an apologetic smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was away and completely forgot about the books I needed to return…”

For the moment, her mind had forgotten about the book that was being processed by the librarian as she stared into the steel blue eyes of the man standing in front of her. As much as she spent her time with books and texts, she wasn’t so unaware of the outer world to not know who was standing before her. And, instantly, she felt like an idiot making such a big fuss about the book that was left forgotten unintentionally.

“I, er, I’m sorry for that,” she said awkwardly, unable to find words that were more fitting to the situation. She could almost feel the stare of the librarian at the back of her head and she refused to turn around to intensify the humiliation that was bubbling inside her. “I mean, I, er, yeah… uhm, thanks for returning the book?”

It was probably the stupidest thing she could say and just as she was about to kick herself (mentally) for her words, a quiet chuckle came from the man. He didn’t look offended by her actions, and instead he looked like he was rather amused by how things had turned out.

“It’s really my fault for delaying your thesis,” he said, letting out another chuckle as he ran a hand through his thick, chestnut-coloured hair. “I hope it’s not going to be too late for you now.”

Her mouth opened and closed, unable to find the right words to say. Thankfully, the voice of the librarian saved her from further embarrassing herself in front of the man. “Your book is ready,” the elder woman had said, placing the said book on the desk and pushing it towards the desperate student. “Good luck with your thesis,” the woman added with a hint of a smirk on her lips.

Hurriedly, the girl reached for the book and held it close to her, wrapping her arms around it as if she was protecting it with all her might, which was partially true because she really needed this if she wanted to graduate with the grades she wanted. She muttered a quiet word of thanks to the librarian before turning back to the man. She was still struggling to find things to say to him and yet the look in his eyes told her that he was nowhere near annoyed with her. With a tilt of his head, he had indicated to her that they should make their way out of the library so that maybe, just maybe, they could carry on their awkward conversation freely without having to mind their volume.

Blindly, she followed him out of the building. The moment she was greeted by the soft breeze of the day, she sucked in a deep breath, hoping it would somehow help her formulate a proper sentence to say.

“I am so sorry for how I acted in there,” she managed to say. Despite her embarrassment, she looked straight into the man’s eyes, finding herself drawn to the soft blue that held so much emotion within them. “I didn’t mean to be so rude… I guess I was getting a little fed up waiting for this book…”

“No, no, like I said, it’s completely my fault for not getting it back in time,” the man said honestly with a shake of his head. “I really hope it’s not too much trouble for you though,” he continued. “My stupidity is to blame for this. I am so, so sorry.”

Flustered with the words of the man, the girl bit her inner cheeks and let out a noise that was supposed to be a hum but ended up sounding like a groan. Her eyes widened at the noise she made and quickly released her inner cheeks. “It’s really no problem… I mean, I am a little behind schedule, but I’ll be able to get my thesis done before the deadline. You know, I was planning on getting it finished ahead of time but it’s okay, I still have a couple of weeks before the deadline.” As she rambled on, hoping to ease the guilty feeling from the man, she only noticed that she was making him feel worse with her words. She could see purse of his lips and tiny frown on his brows and decided it was time she shut up to save them both from the embarrassment.

“I, uhm, have no idea what to say but sorry,” he said before letting out a nervous laugh as his hand returned to the back of his neck. “I’d love to offer some help but I don’t think I’ll be useful… writing theses isn’t really my forte…”

“Oh my god, please don’t say that-” she gasped. “It’s okay, it’s completely fine! Please, please don’t blame yourself anymore, it’s really okay!”

“Is there anything I can do to make up for this?” the man pressed, unable to let go of this matter for some reason. “I’d do anything I can.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, confusion clouding her mind as well as the feeling of guilt for making him feel so bad for returning the book late. She knew there wasn’t anything he could do to help her thesis - him finally returning the book was probably the best thing he could ever do in her life - and yet she knew he wasn’t going to give up, not until he felt like he had made it up to her.

Out of nowhere, the girl suddenly spoke. “Then, how about a coffee?”

Neither of them had expected her to say that, and yet they didn’t seem to have a better solution to this situation that what she suggested.

Letting out an amused laugh, the man nodded his head and held out his hand. “Well, if that’s what you want then that’s what you shall get,” he said, his tone somewhat lighter than before. “I’m Sebastian, by the way.”

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