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sebsgirl71479 · 2 years

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A King and His Queen

Mafia Sebastian Stan x Curvy Female Reader

Rating: 18+only No Minors

Word Count: 1,285k

A/N Once I saw the pictures of Sebastian at the LACMA Gala this story popped up in my head. I will have translations for anything that Sebastian says in romanian. Also if you have a problem with curvy/plus sized readers oh well.

A/N 2: Ok finally here is part 2, its a little short and its kind of a filler part but hopefully you like it. Turns out this will have a 3rd part to this story. PLEASE DONT FORGET TO REBLOG THIS IT WILL MAKE ME VERY HAPPY

Warnings: cursing, blood, guns, smut, virgin sex, unprotected sex, fluff, nicknames If there is anything I missed sorry.

The following day at the family fourth of july party, you both broke the news to your parents about your engagement. They were over the moon happy for you too, but did stress for the two of you to wait until after you graduated high school to start planning the wedding. You all agree and enjoy the rest of the party. Your whole senior year, the school was a buzz about you getting married. Everyone thought you were crazy but the majority of the students were on your side. Another thing happened that year during school. You both met a new student that transferred from Massachusetts, his name was Chirs Evans. Sebastian and Chris hit it off really quick and became the best of friends. They trusted each other wholeheartedly, as did you.

6 months after graduation you were getting ready to marry your king. You were standing in front of a full length mirror assessing your look. You picked a beautiful lace off the shoulder mermaid style wedding dress. Your shoes were the same color as Sebastian's eyes and the crown on your head was fit for the queen he said you were. It was a pre wedding gift from Sebastian. You decided to go without a vail for the wedding, it felt like it was too much. There's a knock at the door. “Come in!” You see Chris’ head peek around the corner like he isn't supposed to see you.

“Oh my god Y/N you look beautiful, Sebastian is going to combust.” You bow your head at his complement and let out a little giggle. “Do you really think he is going to like it?” “I may have only known you guys for a year but I feel like me and Seb were brothers separated at birth. And if he doesn't shed one tear I will smack him in the back of the head.” “Did you need something Chris?” “Oh yeah, um it's almost time, you ready?” “Chirs, I've been ready since I was 13 years old.” With a big smile on his face he offers you his arm and leads you to the back of the venue where your mother and father are waiting for you.

You had your wedding at Monteverde at oldstone, a beautiful outside venue with an old 18th century home. As you waited at the end of the aisle for your music to start you reflected on the first time you met Sebastian. He was such a sweet and shy boy and just wanted to get to know him better not knowing you were meeting the love of your life at such a young age. All of a sudden a string quartet starts playing I Can't Help Falling In Love by Elivs Presley, that's your cue to walk. As you walk you finally look up to see Sebastian practically sobbing. You try to hold back your tears as best you can. He is in a simple black suit white shirt and black necktie, so very handsome. You're halfway down the aisle when you mouths to you “I love you.” At that you quicken your pace you want to get to him as fast as possible. You make it to the front as your father takes your hand and gives it to Sebastian. “Son, I trust you to take care of my little girl.” “Sir, I will protect her till my dying breath.”

The ceremony was short but beautiful. As soon as the minister pronounced you man and wife Sebastian grabbed you waist, dipped you and kissed you with so much passion you thought you might pass out. He brings you back up and you hug each other so tightly. “I love you so much draga, I can't wait to start our lives together.” Lubirea mea, we are going to have a beautiful life together, my king.”

During your first year of marriage Sebastian was learning everything about his step-fathers business and then some. By your 1st anniversary he had almost completely taken over his business. What most people didn't know was that his step-dad was a small-time mafia man, and Sebastian had big plans to make it bigger than ever. You and Sebastian wanted to have children but waited a few years to really start trying. With him taking over the mafia, you wanted to find a time where things started to level out. After 3 years of marriage you had a big surprise for him on his birthday. You were 8 weeks along already when you found out. You had dinner simmering on the stove while you set the table ready for him to come home. On his place setting you put a copy of the sonogram. You heard him coming through the front door.

“Draga, I'm home!” “I’m in the kitchen lubirea mea.” You turn around just as he comes into the kitchen, giving you a soul stealing kiss. “Seb, what was that for?” “Just happy to see my beautiful wife after a hard day.” “Well I hope you're hungry? Go wash up while I finish up here.” Giving you a peck on the cheek he runs up stairs to take off his suit jacket and head to the bathroom to wash up. While he’s doing that you are a ball of nerves waiting for him to come back down stairs to sit at the table and find your surprise. You hear him coming back down and ask him to go ahead and take his seat while you bring dinner. As you walk into the dinning room you see Sebastian standing by his chair holding the sonogram. You walk slowly over to him and place dinner on the table.

“Sebastian, baby please say something.” He looks over at you with a few tears coming down his face. “Draga, is this for real? Are you pregnant?” You nod your head afraid to speak. He fist pumps the air and scoops you up in his arms and spins you around peppering you with kisses. Once he stops he puts you down and holds your face in his large hands. “Y/N, i didn't think i could be any happier than i am at this moment. You are going to be an amazing mother.” “Seb, you are going to be a great dad, not to mention really sexy.” You both laugh and give each other a few more kisses before starting dinner.

All through out your pregnancy, Sebastian was the most caring and attentive husband. Anything you needed he gave you, he even choose the décor of the nursery for you with your approval. At the 5 month mark you found out you were having twins a boy and a girl. You went into labor at 37 weeks, and Sebastian was with you through out everything. As soon as you were able to finally push the babies out that's when the real pain started. You soldiered through and when you heard the first cries are you baby girl you and Sebastian started crying. He cut the ambilocal cord and the nurse took her to clean her up. 5 mins later you start pushing again and out comes your son, he cuts his cord and is taken to be clean up as well. Two nurses bring over you son and daughter for you to hold. They give you your son and Sebastian your daughter.

Y/N, draga mea have you thought of name for our son?” “I have, do you have one for our daughter?” “I do, what do you think of Elena?” “I love it lubirea mea, what do you think about Luca for our son?” “Luca and Elena Stan, they both mean light in Romanian its beautiful.”

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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ANOTHER TITLE

a/n: personally i’ve been waiting for this part to come since the beginning lmao, so here is the proposal finally!! it’s like so fluffy, almost disgustingly, but i just couldn’t help myself

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

word count: 1.8k

This fic is part of the LITTLE ONE series, but can be read as a simple oneshot as well! Find the masterpost of the series HERE!

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You’ve been eating like a hormonal teenage boy these past weeks and you know it needs to stop and held under control, but you just can’t help yourself. It’s like your stomach has become a black hole that needs to absorb any and every food that’s home, you’re constantly snacking beside the large portions you eat three times a day, there’s always something you’re craving, the shopping list on the fridge is changing every hour because you think of something else to eat.

Luckily, you haven’t gained that much weight besides the noticeable bump that’s your baby in your belly, seems like your little girl does need all the food and she uses it instead of letting it all get stuck on other parts of your body, so you’re fine for just now.

Sitting on the couch, watching some kind of soap opera, you’re snacking on an entire jar of Nutella this time, shamelessly stuffing your mouth with the sweet, thick stuff, pretty sure that nothing will be left of it by the end of the day. Sebastian is away again for his second filming that was scheduled even before you found out you were pregnant and he messed around with it a little, shortening it once again and you just visited him last weekend. Now that you are pushing the end of your second trimester, your bump is quite evident, not something you can hide easily, so when you showed up on set with your boyfriend, you didn’t even try to cover it up, knowing well someone would spot it sooner or later. However everyone on the team has been so respectful, keeping the news to themselves, because no headlines have been made about your pregnancy just yet, keeping the secret even longer. To be honest, you’re surprised it hasn’t been discovered sooner, you thoughr someone would catch you out and about and see right through your baggy clothes and sell the news to the tabloids, but now you are in the sixth month and no one knows a thing.

Your phone chimes next to you, a text from Seb and you hum to yourself happily, putting the jar aside to grab the phone and see what he wrote.

“How are my two favorite girls doing? Miss you a lot!”

He even attached a silly selfie of himself in hair and makeup, he looks adorable with the clips in his hair and some kind of patches under his eyes. Like a real beauty guru.

Grabbing the Nutella, you place it on top of your bump as you move the phone to a lower angle and take a selfie that makes your bump look even bigger, the jar on top and you grinning widely at the camera as you snap a picture and send it to him with your reply.

“Enjoying our third snack of the day at 11 am! Miss you too, can’t wait to see you next week!”

He reads the message right away, his reply coming just seconds later.

“Look at that bump! You look gorgeous, baby! Can’t wait to see you too, have fun with your sister today, love you lots Xx”

Since he has left you’ve been trying to keep yourself busy so you don’t miss him too much and you’re also using these weeks to spend as much time with your friends and family as possible, knowing well once the baby arrives you won’t be going out that much for a while, nestled up in your home, learning the ropes of being a mother. Today you are meeting up with your sister, she is taking you out to this alleged new, quite fancy restaurant you haven’t heard about before. She claimed that it’s really exclusive, so you don’t have to worry about being photographed or bothered, but she also told you to glam yourself up for the occasion. It’s gonna be some nice sister time, something you haven’t been able to do in a long time.

You take the assignment seriously, doing your hair and makeup the best you can and you decide to put on a flowy maxi dress with a soft, knitted cardigan, very much going for a kind of cottage core vibe. Leaving just in time you text your sister that you’re on your way, putting the address into the GPS and heading out of town, because the place is near the beach. She texts you back that she’ll meet you there and so your short little road trip begins. Sitting in the car you’re listening to one of the many playlists Sebastian has made for you and the baby, he likes to play them at home, humming the songs under his breath, hoping to start educating your little girl in the field of music as early as possible. You have to admit he has a good taste, so you don’t mind it at all.

As you follow the instructions of the GPS you find the place that’s supposed to be your destination, but it doesn’t seem like a restaurant at all, more like a mansion of some kind, a very expensive looking if you are being honest. There are no other cars, no sign of other people so as you park at the front you call your sister.

“Hey, I’m right outside, but I have a feeling I’m at the wrong place? It doesn’t look like a restaurant.”

“Oh, don’t worry! You’re at the right place! I’m a little late, but I’ll be there soon, just go inside, they are expecting us!” she assures you, but you’re still not convinced.

Ending the call you approach the entrance and for your surprise the heavy doors open before you could even knock or find the bell. A man in a tuxedo appears in front of you, smiling warmly at you.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nod, a little shy and confused.

“Please, follow me,” prompts as you walk inside and the two of you start crossing the grandiose hall of the building.

At this point you are sure it’s not a restaurant, but you have no idea why your sister wanted you to come here. You want to ask the man if you’re even at the right place, but he called you by your name so he was expecting you, this has to be the place where you’re supposed to be. More and more questions pile up in your head as you follow him out to the backyard, a gigantic, flower-filled garden that’s straight out of a fairytale, a path leading down to the beach where there’s a dreamy little pergola with even more flowers and fairy lights and as your eyes fall on the figure standing in the middle of the pergola, you immediately gasp.

Because surrounded with all the flowers and lights, there is Sebastian standing in an elegant suit, smiling widely at you as the man next to you helps you down the stairs before you start walking down the path to him.

Tears are flooding your eyes, because you already know what it is, but you can’t believe it’s really happening. He was so sneaky, he got home from filming earlier and even made your sister play along to surprise you, he is such a romantic soul, no one can change your mind about that!

“You’re not in Atlanta!” you tell him when he is finally close enough to hear you. He chuckles sweetly, taking a few steps forward to meet you sooner, his hands finding your waist as you cup his face in your hands, pulling him down to kiss you right away.

“No, I’m not, baby,” he smirks, his hands sliding to your belly, gently stroking the sides as you wipe your tears away, but there’s no use, because the next moment, he steps back a little, just enough so that he can get down on one knee and you’re crying again when you see him pull out a little velvety box from his pocket.

You were expecting it. You knew he would propose before the baby arrives, but you just didn’t know when and how, but he surely outdone himself with his little surprise.

“My Love, Y/N,” he starts after a deep breath, his hands finding yours and you can feel the shaking, but you’re not sure if it’s coming from yours or his. Probably both. “I’ve spent the best years of my life with you and I haven’t been the same man since the day I met you, but in the best way possible. You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky that you did not only choose to be with me, but you are now carrying our baby under your heart as well, out little one who is equal parts of you and me, though you’re doing ninety percent of the job here,” he adds with a chuckle, making you laugh through your tears. “I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you the moment you were so badass on your first date, kissing me when I didn’t have the balls to do the first step, but I’m glad you did. I fell in love with you right then and there and the same thing has been happening every day, over and over again since then. I know we went a little out of order with everything we had planned,” he smirks, glancing down at your bump before his blue eyes find yours again, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so I have a question for you.”

He pops the lid of the box open, a gorgeous, brilliant diamond ring coming to your vision, sparkling in the warm afternoon Sun so perfectly, it takes your breath away.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” he asks, clearly nervous, even though there’s no doubt about your answer, you’ve told him plenty of times before that you want to marry him, but still, it’s a huge moment in both your lives.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you nod eagerly as you both start laughing in relief, his shaky fingers tagging the ring out of the box and sliding it to your finger gently, before he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the ring.

Then he finally stands up and you basically throw yourself into his arms, kissing him like your life depends on it as he kisses you back with just as much force.

“I love you and I can’t wait to call you my wife,” he sighs pleased against your lips.

“Mm, another title in the line? Girlfriend, baby mama, fiancé and then wife,” you giggle giddily.

“You missed one,” he cocks an eyebrow at you slyly.

“Which one?”

“Love of my life.”

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sebstanaddict · 3 years

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Hello everyone and welcome to my blog.

This blog will mostly contain Bucky Barnes / Sebastian Stan fan fiction, and occasionally I will also post Sebastian Stan content.

Please bear in mind that English isn't my first language, and that I'm really just a beginner on writing fanfics. I didn't plan on sharing the fics I have written but as I write more, I feel it's better to share it to the world. Hopefully you guys will enjoy them.

If you don't feel comfortable about reading fanfics based on a real person, no need to say anything to me or mention it to me. You can simply block me and move on. I don't need people telling me how it creeps them out. This should be a safe space for me and those who enjoy it. You don't know the sacrifices I make just to be able to write this and share it to the world. Keep those thoughts to yourself because I don't want to hear it. Thank you and sorry for the rant.

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New Beginning - A Bucky Barnes x OC Story (Completed)

What if Bucky fell in love with the daughter of one of his victims?

The Distance - A Bucky Barnes x OC Story (Paused)

A sequel to New Beginning. A space adventure and romance among the backdrop of war between humans and the Kree.

Always You - Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Story (Completed)

A love story chronicling the love and life of Sebastian Stan inspired by his recent love life.

Love Song - Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Story (Completed)

A romantic comedy story where we follow the chaotic life of Sebastian and reader.

Too Good To Be True - Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Story (In Progress)

A romantic comedy story between Sebastian and reader where Sebastian falls in love with reader but she is not who he thinks she is.

The Stan and Barnes Oddyssey

A Collection of Sebastian Stan and Bucky Barnes One Shots

Midnight & The Light - Bucky Barnes!Vampire AU Story (In Progress) - New!

James Buchanan Barnes is a vampire detective working for the London police to cover up murders done by his own people. One day his world turns upside down when a female detective is assigned to work with him.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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handmaid - 05

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: sorry for the delay, i’ve been having a bit of a writer’s block recently and started getting out of it now. thank you so much for the support so far, hope you enjoy this one xx

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Sebastian was very much a powerful man in the way he carried himself to the way he spoke. She mostly stood by his side, basking in the glorious power he seemed to so easily hold over everyone who spoke to him. They spoke to him as if he were a king and, somehow, he was. After all, he managed to keep his family’s mob name still on top of any other and somehow even improved it, at least she heard from rumours on the street. All but one single guest had been polite, probably due to the fear he irradiated, that one being a guy named Thompson Williams. Mr. Williams was what Mr. Forrest called a mob rat, feeding on the wealth of those who had built it themselves without dirtying a single finger. His voice was mellow like snake’s venom, the politeness the fakest she’d ever heard, even Sebastian seemed to rush the conversation.

In order to do so, he had decided to finally dance with his fiancée, pulling her away from a pretty blonde haired guy she has been flirting with. Unhappily, Gwen put on a forced smile as he twirled her around the dance floor surrounded by other mob bosses and their wives. Seeing couples always brought a tinge of sadness to her. If there was something she knew is that she had to constantly be by Gwen’s side no matter her status which didn’t give her enough time to fin someone and if she did, she didn’t exactly think they would be happy to live with another couple. Besides, she was already in her early twenties and still to have a significant relationship with someone, the only one getting close being a guy she had met in private school who had taken her first kiss but other than that she just watched everyone fall in love while she waited in the wings.

Soon enough, Gwen was pulling her onto the dance floor, sending her off dancing with several men whose hands would constantly need to be watched fear they went lower than before. Whenever she thought she could step out of the dance floor and go stand, someone else was grabbing her hand to dance or Gwen was pulling her back in. As the seventh song finished, she managed to rush to the side, hiding behind one of Sebastian’s bodyguards before they could pull her back on the dance floor. She leaned against one of the table, soothing her very tired feet due to the unbelievably high heels he was using.

- Are you hiding, Y/N? - Sebastian came up from behind her, making her squeak ever so slightly due to the surprise.

- My feet really hurt. - she ever so slightly raised her feet. - I think Mr. Garret stepped on me a couple of times too.

- Mr. Garret is one for the wines. I wouldn’t put it against him as doing it on purpose.

- You and Gwen make a beautiful couple. - she gave him a warm feeling, not entirely sure why she felt sadness whenever she said so. Maybe it was because none of them really wanted to be in that relationship despite how great they looked together. - Although I must say, I didn’t pen you for dancing.

- Well, I was gonna ask you for a dance considering you’ve danced with every single man here but me. - he extended his hand towards her and despite the numbing sensation of her feet, she could find it within herself to deny him. She placed her hand upon his, tiptoeing a bit towards the dance floor.

Y/N considered herself a good dancer, at least a nice one to lead with but with Sebastian, things were slightly different. Her small squeak escaped her lips as he put his hands on her waist. She could almost feel the texture of his fingers through the thin beige lace fabric and suddenly she wished she had picked a thicker fabric. He was much more skilled at it than her, or maybe he was better at hiding how nervous he was. The latter was definitely true as he found it harder to control the grin that was trying to escape his polite stoic face as he felt her warm skin against his hand.

She turned her face looking at the people who were staring at him. She guessed that being that powerful had the disadvantage of the constant gaze of those trying to usurp his place. However, there was a sort of hiding kindness in his baby blue eyes, light, bright eyes contrasted to the darkness that followed him around. No, there was some sort of happiness in those eyes, a remnant of the child he once was.

- Everyone is staring at you. - she spoke for the first time ever they had started to dance, her eyes moving up to stare at his, the familiar nervousness starting to brew up and manifest itself in the heat up of her cheeks, warmer than the several candles displayed around the room.

- Trust me, angel, it is not me they’re staring at. - he twirled her around, pushing her a bit more towards his chest once she returned to her initial position. Y/N could feel every single cell on her body electrify and heat up.

- Maybe ... maybe you should return to dancing with Gwen. - appearances once again were important and Y/N knew it wouldn’t look good for the couple being celebrated being on two opposite ends of the room. She was the one to step away, half bowing to him and clapping as the song ended. Before Sebastian could even process her words, she had already departed to the sidelines of the dance floor, tapping Gwen’s shoulder and sending her straight to her fiancé.

It was still a harsh truth for her brain to process. As an English graduate, she was, as most graduates of the same course, an incurable romantic adoring the idea of kissing in the rain and small gestures that prove complete knowledge over your loved one. Here there were no hidden love, no unrequited affection, they were just getting married to form an alliance, to follow a contract set way before Gwen was born. Y/N understood her friend’s side and unwillingness to bend to the rules expected from her, she had always been a wild spirit who enjoyed relishing on her youth. However, she wasn’t one to agree with the constant petty remarks towards Sebastian.

- A remarkable party, isn’t it Miss Y/N? - Y/N sighed, watching Mr. Williams walk up to her side, a glass of red wine in hand.

- I would say so. - she replied politely.

- That is a very particular necklace you have there. - Thompson pointed at the necklace nested in the middle of her collarbones. - A gift from Mr. Stan, I would guess.

- No, I’ve had this necklace since I was born. However, with all due respect Mr. Williams, I don’t feel comfortable enough to discuss my personal life with you.

- You seem rather comfortable with Mr. Stan. - Y/N didn’t enjoy the undertones in his voice, taking a few steps behind and going onto a protective state. - Miss Y/N, you can trust me. Whenever you need anything, I’m here.

- I appreciate the gesture, Mr. Williams. I’ll keep it in mind.

- You’ll keep what in mind? - never once had Y/N been so happy to hear Sebastian’s voice and feel him looming presence behind her. Mr. Williams, however, seemed to keep his composure, merely raising his glass as a curtesy to the mob boss.

- I was just paying your new employee my respects, Stan. Offering my aid if ever in need.

- She won’t need your help. - he scoffed at the idea of a lower rank mobster being ever able to provide Y/N with someone he couldn’t. If Y/N ever needed something she was to come to him not to a rat like Thompson Williams who had made a small empire by screwing others over. No, Y/N would never need help from someone like him, if it was up to Sebastian’s will. Gwen too did not enjoy to see her friend speak with guys like Thompson, and like a spy was standing a few feet apart from the three, glass in hand, watching with a few bodyguards in hand if needed. - If you excuse me, my fiancée and I are retiring for tonight.

- Have a nice night, Mr. Stan, Miss Y/N. - she didn’t know how to explain it but her name felt wrong in that tongue. Like it shouldn’t be said and before she could politely reply as she had been taught, Sebastian already had a hold on her wrist, pushing her towards Genevieve who was willingly waiting to make sure her friend was alright.

- We are going home, right now. - Sebastian muttered to one of his bodyguards, ready to end the parade of his personal life. On the other hand, Gwen had other plans not exactly agreeing with leaving a party thrown in her honour that early. Y/N noticed her change in attitude, fully knowing exactly how her friend behaved whenever she didn’t agree with something. - Now means now, Genevieve.

- I’m staying, you can go. - Gwen looked at Y/N, her eyes begging for her to plead with Sebastian so she could stay over. Should she do it? No. Was she gonna do it? Well, it was Gwen, her oldest friend, so with a sight, Y/N turned on her heel to face the mob boss.

- We could go now and maybe let Gwen stay here with the bodyguards. For appearances. - she suggested and Sebastian seemed to pounder it. It was rather clear to him what Y/N was trying to achieve, she wasn’t that sneaky, however, he also did not want to have a fight with his fiancée for everyone to see. - I could stay too.

- No, Y/N, you can go. - Gwen definitely did not want to have a babysitter following her around and telling her to be mindful of her role, despite that being Y/N’s job since they were children. - I know you don’t like these functions anyway.

Sebastian did not reply, instead bolting out of the room followed by one of his bodyguards. Y/N gave Gwen a “be careful” look before rushing after him the best she could in her heels until she reached him, stopping him by grabbing onto the sleeve of his suit. The mob boss stopped, glancing for a few seconds at Y/N before sighing, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her towards the limo. He couldn’t be mad at her for defending her friends, however, he could be mad at both of them not to follow orders, specially his orders. Sebastian was not one to have his control tested yet Y/N unknowingly did it.

- Do not disobey me next time. - he almost growled at her, watching as Y/N moved away from him, her innocent nature returning on full display.

- I’m sorry, Mr. Stan. - she bit on her lip, leaning against the limo’s window.

- I understand your loyalty towards Genevieve but I’ve been in this environment much longer than you and her have been. I know better.

- She’s young, marriage isn’t exactly what she wanted specially to someone like you?

- Someone like me? - she briefly looked to the side and even though she was in the dark of the night inside the limo, she was met by clean white teeth gritted down at her as well as a deep dark angry glared directed at her, of course. - Care to explain?

- A stranger. - she stated, playing with the fabric of her dress as not to look him in the eye.

- No, angel, that’s not what you meant. - he knew when someone was lying, his profession, if that could be said, called for that ability and she was lying. If not, she was at least trying to be kind. - What did you mean by someone like me?

- Well ... your ... your reputation follows you.

- You should know your friend’s reputation follows her too, she isn’t exactly the type of woman I would enjoy to marry.

The atmosphere was heavy and none of them really knew how to break the ice. Every once in a while she would look at him, briefly trying to see if his posture had relaxed but he kept on with his statue like posture which continued even as they rode the lift back to the penthouse. He took back to his office while Y/N stood at the entrance of the penthouse. Sighing, she took her shoes off and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of iced water. Just like she used to do back in her old home, she stripped off her dress standing in a corset and petit coat that gave volume to the dress and sat on the balcony, drinking her glass of iced water.

Y/N knew better not to annoy Gwen or Sebastian, however, it feared her more to disobey Sebastian. He had enough power and men to dispose of her and make it look like an accident, however it wasn’t that which made her not want to disappoint him. It was something else.

She climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

It had been a long day.

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wayward-mikaelson · 4 years

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You Found Me

Word Count: 3678

About: POST ENDGAME. Bucky lost a friend. You lost a sister. You both are alone and learn to live somewhat co-dependent on each other. Then you guys go on your first mission after Thanos.

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Pepper Potts (Stark), Natasha Romanov (Mentioned), Clint Barton (Mentioned), Agent Maria Hill

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Language, Grief, Loss, Mentions of Death, Angst, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Implied Sex, Blood, Fighting, Injuries

A/N: This is a bit long, so bare with me cause it’s very detailed since I wanted to portray/convey the Bucky that barley speaks and sees more with his eyes. He does speak when he needs to. I am also proud of this one too. I hope you all enjoy and I would love some feedback.

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It had been four months since you lost your sister, Natasha, or as she was known to you, Natalia or Nat. The only person who kept you grounded and in check. You were still dealing with the emotions that came with it all, knowing full well she would probably kick your ass for wallowing in the grief. You knew why she did what she did. Fuck, you’d do the same exact thing to make sure Clint got home to his family. You couldn’t be pissed about it, but it didn’t hurt any less. You had a huge gaping hole in your chest and you weren’t sure how to fill it or if it would ever heal. That last part scared you the most. Would you feel this pain forever?

After the battle with Thanos and after Tony’s funeral, Pepper set the plan in motion to rebuild the compound. “It’s something Tony would have wanted,” she had told everyone. And everyone agreed. You included. That compound was your home and without it, you had no one and nowhere to go.

So you pulled together what money you had stashed away and went to the nearest motel. When you arrived at the motel, you noticed a familiar face standing at the counter trying to convince the clerk to take his money for the week. But the problem is, he didn’t have enough money.

Taking a deep breath you pull the wad of cash out of your pocket and walk next to him and set it on the counter. “Two queens and make it a month.” The clerk goes to take both your guys cash but you stop them. “Uh-uh,” you pull Bucky’s cash back and slide it over to him. Without a word, he takes it back. The clerk takes your money and hands you both a key.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Bucky said when you guys got outside and began look for your room. “I could have figured something out.”

You stopped walking and turned to him. “No, but where else would you have gone? Like me, you don’t have anywhere else do go.” The two of stared at each other. Both your Y/E/C and his blue eyes seemed to have a battle of their own. But being a Romanov, you knew you would win that battle.

Bucky nodded, “Okay.”

And just like that, the two of you fell into a routine and an unexpected friendship. You were there when Bucky would wake up from an intense nightmare. Whether it was Hydra related or him waking up yelling out Steve Roger’s name. You would slip into the bed right next to him and hold him and help him through it. All the while, thinking about how his best friend in the entire world would just end up leaving him. Steve was your friend too, but his leaving didn’t affect you as much as it did Bucky. Night’s like that would make you shed a tear for him. You and Bucky were very similar. You both lost someone close to you. You both didn’t have anywhere else to go. You pretty much had no one but each other now.

Four months later, you guys were sharing a bed but weren’t intimate. You guys had gotten used to use sleeping next to each other that it was nearly impossible to fall asleep by yourselves. Bucky would run to the store and get food once a week, while you did both your guys laundry at the laundry mat around the corner.

The two of you knew each other’s flow of daily life. Bucky would go walking early in the morning and come back with a hot coffee for you. The first time he did that, he came back with the coffee, a handful of three different kinds of sugar packets, and two pockets full of the mini creamers.

“I didn’t know how you took your coffee,” He had said as you stared at the contents on the table.

Whenever you were out you always came back with food for the two of you. It could have been a pizza or Chinese take out. Either way, Bucky enjoyed it with you. If any of you had knots in either of your hair, one of you would help the other to get it out.

No matter what it was, you and Bucky were there for each other. And honestly, you were falling for the super soldier assassin who was too sweet on you. You were deathly scared to admit it out loud, but the thoughts just linger in the back of your mind.

Bucky waltzed into the motel room to see you lost in thought. He had your coffee in hand and set it slowly on the table. Bucky wondered what you were always thinking about when he saw you sitting on the bed with your knees drawn up to your chest. Your chin resting on your right knee. But he didn’t ask, he knew by the almost empty look in your eyes that you didn’t want to talk about.

These last four months has been the most stable for him. It was nice having someone there for him all the time. Not to mention someone who was willing to hold him through the nightmares of Hydra. He even was there when you would wake up crying for your lost sister. He wished he could take away that pain for you.

Bucky walked towards the bed you occupied and sat down next to you. He pulled you into his arms and leaned his back against the headboard. You turned in his grasp and placed an arm across his chest and the two of you just laid there. Listening to each others deep breaths and heartbeats. You guys could lay there for hours without a care in the world.

Then a knock on the door made you jump causing Bucky to tighten his arms around you. The knock came again.

“Agent Y/N? Sargent Barnes?” It’s Peppers voice. “I know you’re in there. I saw Barnes walk in there about twenty minutes ago. It’s not hard to miss a metal armed man.”

You pushed away from Bucky and walked towards the door and open it. There stood Pepper looking as gorgeous as ever. There were bags under her eyes so time hasn’t been good to her but she still wore that smile. The smile that hid the pain and sadness in her life.

“I have been looking everywhere for you two,” she said walking into the motel room. She looked around. “The two of you just disappeared before I could talk to you after Tony’s funeral,” Peppers voice almost broke saying the word funeral. “I was going to offer you two to stay with Morgan and me and other agents who didn’t have anywhere to go. But it looks like you guys held up well.”

You shifted on your feet and looked at Bucky who was now sitting at the foot of the bed. He was looking down at the floor with his hands folded together. “We didn’t know we. Sorry.” You said softly looking back at Pepper.

Pepper smiled and took your hand in hers. “Like I said, it looks like you two held up really well. I’m here to tell you, the living quarters of the compound are finished and you guys can move back in whenever you want to. I’ll actually be there later today.”

Pepper turned to leave but you held tighter to her hand. “Pepper? How are you doing?”

“I’m hanging in there, you know for Morgans sake,” Pepper answered as her smile cracked some. “Well, I should get going. I’ll see you both later?”

“Yes,” You said and watched Pepper walk out of the motel room. You felt so bad for Pepper. She lost her husband and the father of her child. That pain had to be bigger than loosing a sibling. You turned to see Bucky hand you your coffee. With a smile you took it out of his metal hand. The very hand that gave you some very impure thoughts. “Thank you,” you pressed the cup to your lips.

“I guess we should check out of this dump?” Bucky asked.

Within in the next hour, the two of you were turning the keys in and walking out of the motel for the last time. Bucky held the cab door open for you and making sure whatever belongings you guys owned were secured. Bucky could tell in your eyes you were excited. He’d only ever been in the compound when they captured him all those years ago, but he was willing to make it home.

When the two of you arrived at the compound you couldn’t hold the smile in. It was beautiful and it looked better than before. There was still work to be done on it, but what you were able to see made you want to cry. Bucky saw the overwhelming expression on your face and wrapped am arm around your shoulder.

“You going to be okay?” He asked softly and you nodded.

You guys found Pepper who showed you around. From the kitchen to the living room to the bedrooms. Pepper showed you your room and then Bucky’s room. His room sat across the hall from yours. As Bucky was looking at his room, Pepper pulled you to yours.

“I made sure you guys were close,” Pepper said moving a stray hair from your face. Probably out of habit and a motherly thing for her to do. “I could tell that you guys have taken care of each other and I’m sure that you guys had some sort of routine down. I wanted to make sure that you guys were still able to have some of that.”

You smiled and hugged Pepper tightly. “Thank you.”

And just like that, over the next month, you and Bucky fell into a new routine. You woke up when Bucky woke up and took morning walks with him. There was a coffee kart that sat on the corner of the street across from the compound. The coffee was so much better than the motel coffee you guys had been drinking.

Bucky late at night, after all the lights were turned out and other agents were in bed, he would sneak into your room. He knew you’d be awake but he was still quiet as he slipped into the warm bed next to you. Bucky would hear a soft sigh as you would turn in his arms and rest your head on his chest before falling into a deep sleep.

One day while you were tidying up the kitchen, Bucky came in from the gym. He would spend a couple hours a day in there to clear his mind. He sat down at the table as you placed a plate of food in front of him.

“Thanks, Doll,” He said taking his hand and rubbing your back.

Turning around with a small smile on your face, since you loved it when he called you doll, there stood both Agent Maria Hill and Bruce Banner. Bruce just stared at you, and the memory of you telling him years ago, that no one was good enough for you and who would want to spend their life with a trained assassin. Bruce who was the only other person on this person beside you and Clint to bring out Nat’s softer side. Agent Hill, also stared but has a small teasing smiling playing on the corner of her lips. You turned back around and slowly walked out of the kitchen letting Bucky know you’d be back.

You sat on your bed when you heard the knock on the door. You looked up and saw Bruce walk in. “Don’t say anything,” You stood up and started to pull out a hoodie from your closet.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Bruce had a small smile on his face. “Except, since when do you own shirts that are too big for you?” He pointed to your bed. You turned to see Bucky’s shirt just laying there. You hadn’t realized that it was even there.

Over the last month Bucky sort of just moved into your room. His clothes had a drawer, he had a spot in your bathroom and two towels hung on your bathroom wall. Bucky even brought the pillows from his room to your bed.

“Okay,” You turn back to Bruce. “Bucky isn’t what it looks like. At least I don’t think so. It’s hard to tell. I like what he and I have. We just sort of found each other and have been there for each other when no one else was.”

Bruce’s face fell what looked like six stories. You could see the hurt. “Y/N/N,” He said softly. You forgot the sound of your nickname that Nat and Bruce use to call you. “I’m sorry I shut you out. I shouldn’t have.”

You shrugged on your hoodie, pushing down the memories of Nat. “Well, it happened. I don’t blame you. I would have done the same thing. I mean technically I did. It took four months for Pepper to find Bucky and me.”

Bruce nodded and scratched his head. “Well, you are pretty well versed in the art of falling off the radar.”

You cracked a smile. “Well, I didn’t intend to fall off the radar.”

“Like you didn’t intend to fall for Barnes?” Bruce must has seen the red creeping into your face. “I saw how you were smiling when he called doll. It’s the same face your sister had when she talked to me.”

You rolled your eyes and left the room.

Two week later, you and Bucky are crouched in a dark room. Guns pressed against your chests, being as quiet as you guys could be, as you guys waited for the all clear in the other room. This was your guys first mission since everything that happened almost six months ago.

Just a simple international rescue mission.

Or so you guys thought.

After the room had been quiet for ten minutes. Bucky cracked open the door and gave the thumb ups to you. The two of you creeped out of the room and started back towards where you started. You heard a sound to your right, and turned towards it.

“I’m going to check this out,” you tapped Bucky on the shoulder.

“What? No the fuck you’re not,” He said firmly.

“It’ll just be quick,” you called back to you as you walked down the darkened hallway.

“Be careful, Agent Romanov,” Agent Hill’s voice sounded in your ear piece. “Barnes, stay put unless you’re needed.”

You walked the darkened hallway and heard the sound again. It was louder. It was closer. Your heartbeat quickened as you walked further into the dark. You obviously had your light on your gun but it wasn’t bright enough. Something scarred passed your foot making your gasp out loud.

“You okay down there?” Bucky’s worried voice asked. You made the bad choice to ignore that question. “Y/N?! Don’t make me come down there.”

“Stay put, Sargent Barnes,” Hills voice is firm in your ear that you took the ear piece off. Another bad move.

You walked ten more steps before being thrown into a wall. The back of your head smacked the concrete hard. You fell on your back and groaned. You got back to your feet and drew your knife. With what light you got from your fallen gun you charged the figure that attacked. You shoved him into the wall and drove your blade into his shoulder. In return, he head butted you and shoved you down on the ground. You watched in the faint light he pulled the blade out of his shoulder and knelt down. He straddled your waist and pinned your arms to your side with his knees.

With sick pleasure very visible in his eyes, he drove the blade into your forearm. You cried out as the sharp pain shot through you. When he pulled the blade out, you felt the warm rush of blood seep through your tactical suit and onto the cool floor. You watched as he rose the blade up with two hands right above your chest. You had two thoughts in the matter of three seconds.

Second one, you should have answered Bucky when he asked if you were okay.

Second two, you knew you should have told Bucky your true feelings and now it was pretty much too late.

Second three, your arms were suddenly free.

You scrambled to your feet and held tightly to your wounded arm. You watched as Bucky threw your assailant at the wall and stalked towards him slowly. The man tried to stab at Bucky, but Bucky grabbed his hand with his flesh hand and twisted it to the point you heard the crunching of his bones. With his metal hand, he held the neck of the man until you could hear the faint crack of the neck.

Bucky dropped the dead man on the ground and turned to you. You stood there, not a hint of fear in your eyes. He noticed the blood trickling through your fingers and walked to you as he ripped a piece of cloth from somewhere unknown. He gently moved your hand away from your arm and tightly tied the cloth around your arm.

Without breaking eye contact, he used his flesh hand to brush loose strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear. He let his hand slowly brush down to the base of your neck, where it lingered for a minute before he took the dangling ear piece and gently put it back in your ear.

“Barnes! Status update. Now.” Hills voice was firm.

“Situation is taken care of. Y/N will need medical attention though.” Bucky’s voice was hallow. You couldn’t tell what was going through his brain. Even his eyes were almost impossible to read. “We’re headed back your way.” Bucky took your uninjured arm and pulled you the rest of the way back to the chopper.

After you had been through medical and treated you headed back to your room. Bucky was sitting your room waiting for you. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand folded. When he looked up, you can could see the anger and concern in his eyes.

“Okay,” you closed the door and crossed your arms as you turned back to him. “Say it. Get it over with.”

After minutes of silence and staring each other down. Bucky finally spoke. “What you did was completely fucking stupid, you know that?” Bucky’s tone was firm. “You could have died.”

“What did I do that was so fucking stupid?” you dropped your arms, crossed the room and stood three feet from him. The tone in your voice matched the firmness in Bucky’s. “Was it me ignoring you? How about ripping my ear piece out? Or maybe, almost getting stabbed in the heart?”

Bucky stood up. “All of it Y/N,” His voice rose and it continued to rise. “Do you have any idea how scared I was when you didn’t answer back? Do you know that my heart just about stopped when I heard you cry out and saw that dick over you with a blade about ready to plunge it into your chest?”

“It’s not your job to worry about me Bucky,” Your voice rose too. “My decisions on missions are mine and mine alone. So what if I died? It wouldn’t have mattered.”

Before you knew it, Bucky’s hands were pinning your arms to your side. “It would have mattered to me, Y/N. You’re so fucking smart, Doll, but god you are so blind to whats right in front of you.”

“Bucky,” you whispered.

Bucky dropped his hand and turned back to the bed and sat down. When he looked back up at you, he had just about every emotion glassed over his blue eyes. “I could have lost you, too. Does that mean anything to you?”

You didn’t know what to say to him, you read in between the lines. You know what he was saying. You took a deep breath and walked towards him. You placed a hand on the side of Bucky’s face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your hand. You dropped your hand to the collar of his shirt and decide to straddle his lap, resting both legs on either side of him on the bed.

Bucky’s eyes opened and he looked into yours, as he did, his hands instinctively moved to your hips and held you firmly in place. “Y/N?” Bucky’s voice caught in his throat.

You shushed him softly, and met his eyes. You took both of your hands and held his face. “You mean the world to me, James Barnes.” You said softly using his first name. Then you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

Your guys lips moved together perfectly. You felt his tongue on your lips and your let him in. He explored every part of your mouth as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. You pulled back for some air and smiled at Bucky who was already smiling at you.

This was perfect, you thought. This was everything you actually had hoped it to be. In the next second, you found yourself on your back. Bucky hovered above you. He had your arm pinned above your head with his metal hand, you ignored the small ache in your bandaged arm. With his free hand, and without taking his eyes off yours, Bucky slowly trailed it from your face to your hips. leaving goosebumps on your both bare and clothed skin.

“You’re my world, Doll,” Bucky said leaning closer to you face. “You found me at my lowest. I wouldn’t know how to live if you died.”

Then he pressed his lips harder and rougher to yours.

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et-lesailes · 5 years

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alibi

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

word count: 2485

summary: the death of harlan thrombey is being investigated, and while ransom seems to be the perfect suspect, he also has the perfect alibi.

themes: mentions of murder, drama, fluff

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notes: this was based on an idea given to me by @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory and i absolutely loved it! i did change it up a little, and no i did not reveal who the actual killer is-- because i don’t know how to write mystery fics for shit, and i wanted to focus on ransom and reader’s relationship rather than solving an entire ass murder. anywho there are references to scenes from the movie so if you’re sensitive to spoilers then don’t read! and thank you to @thewritingdoll for the graphic!

“You think I killed my Granddad.”

Ransom looks at Detective Benoit for a few seconds before scoffing, even smirking as he looks to the window of the elegant room lined with bookshelves. “And why exactly do you think that?”

“Now I didn’t say that.” The detective drawls, leaning forward and looking at the younger with intense crystal hues. “But you left his party early, right after a rather serious fight with him, and you don’t bother to show to the funeral… seems a little suspicious. I’d like to know where you were.”

Ransom looks at the detective for a few moments before leaning in as well. “Where I was,” he lowers his voice, “is none of your goddamn business. It’s not even relevant to anyone in this goddamn family, so you can go ahead and get your Kentucky Fried ass out of it right now.” He stands up, looking at the detective almost challengingly. “Maybe you should find another occupation, Detective, because you don’t seem all that great at this one.”

Benoit watches as the man turns around and walks out the door. A few seconds later, he stands up as well, walking outside. He gets into the passenger side of a waiting car, the headlights turned off.

He nods towards Detective Elliot sitting in the driver’s side. “Follow him.”

TWENTY-FOUR HOURS EARLIER

“Interesting how you’ll show up at the reading of the will and not at your grandfather’s actual funeral.” Walt Thrombey comments as Ransom strides into the room, his expression bored as he tucks his sunglasses into his pocket. He barely smirks in amusement upon his uncle’s comment, sitting himself down on one of the couches and crossing his legs. “Had another commitment. Unlike you, I wasn’t stuck up his ass my whole life.”

Walt widens his eyes, immediately shooting up from his seat through struggling slightly with his limp. “What the hell did you just say to me? That’s not true, w-we worked together, of course we had to spend time together!” His wife quickly grabs his arm, giving Ransom a dirty look. “Just sit down, sweetheart.” Ransom notices his father barely chuckle out of the corner of his eye.

What a family.

“You shouldn’t be here, Ransom,” Meg hisses, glaring at her older cousin. “You never appreciated Granddad. All you did was fight with him all the time.” Her mother Joni bites her lip but murmurs, “Up until his very last night…. Seems a little suspicious.” Linda immediately turns on her. “Excuse you? Are you trying to imply something here concerning my son?”

“Oh come on, Linda,” Walt scoffs, “I bet you wouldn’t put it past him either. Kid’s a sociopath, always has been. We’ve been telling you to get him help for years.”

“My son does not need help!” Richard raises his voice, standing up infuriated. “And do you really want to talk about damaged children right now? Have you met Jacob?”

The young teenage boy looks up from his phone, clearly offended. “What’s wrong with me? Besides, I told you guys, I heard Ransom basically threatening Granddad! He clearly did it!” His mother quickly rubs his arm. “Nothing’s wrong with you, Jacob.” The fight only escalates from there, insults directed towards all the Thrombey children firing back and forth.

Ransom can’t help himself. It starts out as a grin, then a low chuckle, then finally a loud cackle of laughter. He’s practically thumping the armrest of the couch, shaking his head to himself. “Oh, God. You guys are too funny. We should do this more often.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Meg practically screeches, “What is wrong with you? How are you getting enjoyment from this?” Over her voice, other comments can be heard-- “He shouldn’t even be here!” “Can he just fucking leave already?” “Do something about your son!” “Why do you guys suck as parents?” “He should be removed from the damn family!” “Fucking spoiled brat!” “Cut him off already!”

Ransom scoffs, his face still full of amusement. “How about… eat shit,” he points to Meg, then Walt, “and you eat shit,” he continues, then chuckles seeing his parents reprimanding him, “you definitely eat shit…”

He’s still going as everyone’s telling him how “classy” he is, the uproar becoming louder and louder. Perhaps anyone else in his position would be affected by this-- it normally isn’t easy for most to be so hated and despised by their own family, and it’s generally quite stressful to be in a yelling match with at least seven other people. Not for Ransom, though. He’s lived with this dysfunction his whole life, and now, he only finds it hilarious how uptight and irritable his high strung family gets. They make it so damn easy for him to have some fun.

“Hello? Excuse me!” a loud voice rings above all the fighting, and everyone falls silent, looking towards the doorway. An old man is standing there, looking at the family in both shock and disgust. “We’re ready to read the will now, if you all are done.” Everyone immediately gets up, nodding their heads and forgetting all about the drama Ransom’s started.

For now, anyways.

Detective Benoit Blanc can’t help but study Ransom as the will is being read, taking in how calm and collected he is. He has not eliminated any suspects, and God knows this entire family is a mess of dysfunction and motive, but he has at least had the opportunity to talk with them and get to know them a little better. Ransom is still a mystery, and he finds this suspicious.

It is not long before the family is in an uproar again, this time over the will. Even Benoit is shocked. All of Harlan’s inheritance, gone to Marta Cabrera? He looks to Ransom, who’s simply sitting there grinning like an idiot- even beginning to laugh hysterically.

Ransom appears to be the only one who knew of Harlan’s plans before anyone else in the family. Benoit takes note of this. Perhaps it will help him later on.

PRESENT TIME

“There’s two cars in the driveway.” Lieutenant Elliot notes, the two of them watching as Ransom gets out of his. “A Honda Civic. Nothing flashy, expensive-- certainly not Ransom’s.” Benoit murmurs, keeping his head slightly low as he keeps an eye on the man from their spot behind a tree. He walks into the modern style home, and Elliot barely chuckles. “These giant windows sure help. Jesus, he must not care too much for privacy.” He raises an eyebrow, adding, “Not that this is going to give us anything, Benny, come on-- the guy killed himself. That’s all there is to it.”

“There’s just something about this boy.” Benoit sighs, looking to the house calmly. “He’s… hiding something. From his entire family. I’d like to make sure it doesn’t involve Harlan’s death.”

What the two see in the next five minutes is definitely unexpected, to say the least. Elliot watches the living room window in shock, scoffing slowly. “Unbelievable. This is what he’s hiding? How-- how could his family not know?”

Benoit watches, his expression unreadable for a few moments before the corner of his lips slowly tugs upwards. “I see.” He murmurs, more so to himself. “I suppose the kid could be innocent, after all.”

“Why am I here again?” Ransom raises an eyebrow at the man before him, crossing his legs. “We’ve already gone over this. I didn’t kill my Granddad, and I’m not answering any questions as to where I-”

“Anette Harper Drysdale.” Benoit cuts him off, looking at an open file in his hands. “Born November 22nd at 11:42 AM.” He looks up at Ransom’s shocked expression, tilting his head to one side. “During your grandfather’s funeral.” He looks back down at the file, flipping to another page. “It appears her mother arrived at the hospital the night before, though. Early contractions. You checked in to see her at 9:23 PM and didn’t check out until after the baby was born.”

“How do you have those?” Ransom immediately hisses, shooting up from his chair and reaching out to grab the file. Benoit lets him, having suspected he would do as much anyways. “We had reasonable suspicion, and so the hospital was required to give it to us. I’m only confused as to why you didn’t just tell us all of this from the start. You clearly had no part in your grandfather’s death. Why not prove yourself innocent with this?”

“Because my family can’t know about Y/N. And they especially can’t know about Anette.” Ransom sits back down, teeth grit from frustration. “Fine. You got me, alright? I’m married. And now, I have a daughter. A daughter who isn’t even a week old. That’s all I’m hiding here, and I want to continue hiding it. I’m not introducing my real family to this fucked up bunch.”

“I won’t tell them.” Benoit replies after studying the other for a few moments. “I have to admit, I had you all wrong.”

“Yeah, most people do. Look, being with Y/N- I’m not the same person I was before. I mean, sure, I’m not a fucking saint. And I’ll still take any chance I can to see my parents, cousins, uncles, aunts-- to see them get screwed over just because of how damn entertaining it is. But I’m never, never going to do something to jeopardize my wife, and now, my daughter. Do you get that?”

Benoit looks at the intensity in Ransom’s features. He’s sure the boy knows how to lie like a pro, but he can tell he’s not lying now.

“You can go, Ransom. I’ve officially eliminated you as a suspect from this case.”

You’re sitting at home in the nursery and cradling your sweet baby girl to sleep when Ransom walks in, his loud sigh echoing through the spacious living room. “Oh!” you whisper, wanting to call to him that you’re upstairs but definitely not wanting to wake little Anette. You carefully stand up, holding her close as you walk out of the nursery, coming to the banister that gives you a view of the front door so you can wave to him to come up. He immediately grins upon seeing you, taking off his coat and scarf tossing both on the nearby couch before making his way upstairs. “Hey.” He mumbles lowly, wrapping one arm around you and kissing your head. “How is she?” You smile, leaning into your boyfriend’s hold. “A little angel. I can’t believe how lucky we got, she barely cries-- only when she’s hungry.”

He stares down at his daughter’s face, almost in disbelief with himself. He never cared for babies, or for people for that matter. After living with such a shit family like his, he had never really learned what loving or caring for someone was like. He watched them use others, use his grandfather’s money for their own success, and so that’s what he did. People were puppets to be manipulated, and he could bend them to his will however he wanted because of his family’s money.

And then he met you. No, it wasn’t love at first sight, no bullshit like that. He hates to think about it but in the beginning, he saw you as he saw every other female companion he came across. Someone to play with, someone to throw money at for a couple of weeks just for the hell of it, someone to satisfy his sexual needs.

At least, that’s what he had wanted from you. And you were certainly not giving into it.

He remembers how shocked yet intrigued he had been. You wouldn’t accept any money from him, and you didn’t fall for any of his charming flirtations. He even had to watch you date other men right in front of him before finally realizing this was driving him crazy. It started out as simply wanting something he couldn’t have. As he got to know you, it turned into just… wanting you no matter what. It stopped becoming some type of challenging game to him. It became reality.

He thought he was the master manipulator in any relationship, but damn, you managed to twist him into all sorts of shapes and forms without even trying.

“She gets it from you, you know.” He mutters playfully with a scoff as he carefully walks you back into the nursery, eyes still fixated on his sleeping baby’s face. “Can’t even imagine having one like me running around.” You laugh softly at the thought, gently setting the little girl down into her crib. She barely frowns and you hold your breath, worried that those blue-green eyes might open along with a wailing mouth, but she simply settles down again and resumes sleeping. “Well, that might be a possibility in the future,” you remark as you step back, looking up at him with an amused smile. “Aren’t you the one who said you want us to have at least three?”

“Mainly because you look so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant.” Ransom mutters, leaning down to bury his head in your neck and start kissing at every inch of skin he can. “It’s just so hot seeing you carry my child.” You smile as you tilt your head, reaching your hand up to stroke his hair. “Well my handsome baby daddy, you can calm down for the time being because I have no plans of being pregnant again right after giving birth.” He sighs dramatically as the two of you leave the nursery, closing the door but leaving it slightly cracked open. “Mm, fine, we’ll talk when Anette’s one.”

You chuckle softly but bite your lip, holding his hands as you stop to look up at him. “What did he ask you?” Ransom pauses before sighing, looking down at you seriously. “He knows about us. About Anette. But he promised he wouldn’t tell my family. He just cleared me from the case, I’m officially not involved anymore.”

You sigh in relief, squeezing his hand lightly. “That’s great, baby. But... what are you going to do?” you ask, a little worried. “Sooner or later you’re not going to have their money anymore. I don’t mind being the only one working, babe, but with a single income we might have to move out of this place…”

Ransom looks down at you more seriously, reaching out to stroke a strand of your hair behind your ear. “If I have to get a job at my mom’s stupid real estate agency, I will. No matter what, we’ll figure this out. I’m going to do whatever I can if it means providing for the two of you and giving you the best damn life possible, got it?”

You smile and nod your head, standing on your tiptoes to peck his lips. “As long as you’re here with us, we’ve already got the best life.”

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Lost on you

Reader x Sebastian Stan / Reader x Jake Gyllenhaal smut/angst

Hey, guess who’s back! (Hope y’all won’t hate me for this...) Buuut I had this idea and I really liked how it turned out, so I decided to share!

Prompt: You’re Jake’s girl, but you’re slowly falling in love with your co-star Sebastian. ALSO: this was inspired by “Lost on you” by Lewis Capaldi! Warnings: Little mention of age gap, smut in the end, but mentions of it in other parts too... and maybe a little sadness? Maybe a lot... Like 5k words... hope from the bottom of my heart that you like it, I’m kinda anxious lol

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Everyday I'm a slave to the heartache And you're wasting away every night I don't wanna leave you lonely But I've run out of love this time You know that I adore you Though I couldn't give enough Hope you'll be safe in the arms of another 'Cause I can't take the weight of your love

We said goodbye with a cold kiss. He said "good luck", but he didn't say "I love you". His mistake was assuming that I knew he did. Now I was in a taxi in L.A. and Jake was in our apartment in New York. The taxi stopped in front of the studio and I took a deep breath. I always got so nervous before starting a new project. Now I was about to meet the cast for the new movie I'm starring. It was a romcom, shouldn't take too long to finish, and soon I'd be able to go back to New York and start working on another project... but not professional this time. Jake and I have been together for four years. Three wonderful ones. But the last one was based on fights and the two of us getting more and more distant. But God only knows how hard I fought to be with that man, and I'm not going to give up on him like that. That's why the plan is to be away for a while, shooting this movie until we miss each other so much and realise we're acting stupid... and the moment I step in New York again, we're going to make this work. We have to make this work. "Y/N!" I heard the director walking in my direction. "I'm happy you're here. How was your flight?" "Hi, nice to see you gain, Susan." I greeted the woman I had worked with a few times with a hug. "The flight was okay, I even had time to leave my bags at the hotel before coming." We had a nice conversation, but nothing really important was said. After a few minutes, she took me to meet the set and the part of the crew that was already there. Then she left me there talking to them and excused herself to go meet the ones who were still arriving. I was still a bit tired because of the travel, so I wasn't paying much attention to what was happening around me. Suddenly, I feel someone touch my arm and I turn around, imagining it was Susan. But no, it was another familiar face. "Hey." The man smiled at me and offered a polite, but kinda awkward hug, since he caught me off guard. "Susan told me you were already here. I believe we were on the same plane from New York, but I got stuck on the traffic..." "Oh... Yeah, L.A..." I rolled my eyes and smiled back at him. "Sorry, I didn't see you on the plane, we could have met before. I'm Y/N, by the way..." "Yes, I know your work, it's a pleasure to be able to work with you now." He said. "I'm Sebastian." "I know that too." I left out a little laugh. "I'm a huge Marvel nerd. I also loved your performance in I, Tonya, the Oscars really slept on you..." He got all flushed and left out a word you couldn't really understand. "What?" I mocked him. "You gotta learn how to take a compliment." He raised his eyebrows at me, but before he could say anything, Susan interrupted everyone's conversations by asking if we were ready to start. In the movie, Sebastian and I were best friends slowly falling in love. The classic: my character had a finacé, played by Richard Madden in this movie, and Sebatian's was running out of time to make mine change her mind about the wedding... that same movie we've seen a million times, but always makes us cry, even though we all know how it ends. The last scene we had to shoot today included a big kiss scene between Richard and I. I definitely wasn't mentally prepared for this on the very first day, but it was my job. "Alright, this is the last one, before we all can go home." Susan sat back on her chair and announced as Richard and I were trying to concentrate. "Ready, guys?" I gave her a quick nod. I looked beside her and saw Sebastian paying close attention to the scene as well. "Okay, then, action!" I turned to face Richard and we started to say our lines. It was all flowing perfectly, we were absolutely focused on what we were doing. When the time came, he looked me deep in the eyes and wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me close, and brought his hand to my face, caressing my cheek a few times before we both closed our eyes and started to kiss each other hungrily. I'm not sure how long it lasted. But only when I heard Susan scream "cut" for the second time I realised I lost control a little bit... I mean... when was the last time Jake had kissed me like that? I was so needy, and all I got these days were cold, emotionless kisses. "Sorry, was that a bit too much?" I whispered to Richard, a little embarassed. "No, don't worry." He laughed. "It has to look real, right?" I nodded and gave him a smile before walked towards Susan, in desperate need to be excused. "I'm so excited." She announced before I could say anything. "Everyone did a great job today, I feel like this movie will be so beautiful..." She didn't even look at me and walked away to check the cameras after that last scenes. I was left alone with Sebastian. "That was really convincing." He said, noticing there was something bothering me. "Thanks..." I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "But I... I don't think so, it was just... you know?" "Are you okay?" He asked. "I'm telling you, you did a great job, don't worry about it." I looked him in the eyes and saw that he was being honest. He was really worried about me. But he had no idea of the kind of problem I was dealing with, and it had nothing to do with my acting. "Thank you." I looked at the floor. I needed love and reassurance so bad that the fact that Sebastian was that nice to me almost made me cry. --- Back to my hotel, I kept walking in circles with my phone in my hands. I should call Jake and let him know I got here safely. But, at the same time, part of me was telling myself "You left several hours ago and didn't get a single text from him asking if you were okay". But you know what? I would feel a lot worse if I got a lovely text from my boyfriend after kissing my co-star like he was the love of my life. I just need to hear his voice... A little wave of courage hit me and I called him before it could disapper. "Y/N?" He replied quickly. Maybe he was waiting for me to call? That thought brought a smile to my face. "Hey." I said, trying to control myself to not sound like a fan meeting their idol, even though that's how it felt. "Just wanted to let you know I'm fine. I'm in my hotel... we already shot a few stuff..." "It's great to hear from you." He said in a sweet voice and I melted. "How is the cast like?" We spent half an hour talking about my day and it filled my heart with hope. He also told me about his play, that would debut in Brodway in a few months. I was excited for him as well. "Alright..." I said, a bit sad. "Listen, I gotta go now... it's getting late and we'll shoot really early tomorrow." "Okay. Call me again when you can." He told me. "Goodnight!" "Goodnight!" I replied. "I love y-" Before I could finish the phrase, he wasn't there anymore. I tried to convince myself that I shouldn't let that last minute ruin the good conversation we had... but would it hurt to tell me he loves me?

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I was waiting for my taxi in front of the hotel, when I heard someone talking to me. "Come here often?" The man said. I was ready to turn around and kick him in the balls, when I realised it was Sebastian. We both laughed. "Be careful how you approach me. I'm warning you." I tried to sound serious. "You gave me one look and my life flashed before my eyes." He told me. "Trust me, I won't do it again." "Good." I smiled triumphantly. "But, answering your question... Yeah, I'm staying here." "In this hotel?" He looked at me confused. "Me too. How were we on the same plane and now at the same hotel and we never see each other? Are you some kind of spy?" "You just suck at following me." I shrugged. "But, luckily, always end up at the same place, right?" "Luckily?" "You gotta learn how to take a compliment." He repeated my phrase from the day before. "I-" I felt my cheeks burning. Alright, that looked like a fun game to play. "Well, you gotta learn how to compliment me first. That hardly counted as one." "Why are you blushing then?" He smirked. "I hope you know that I have a boyfriend." I decided to cut him before things went too far. "Of course, you're always on the news." He replied with the same smile on his face he had before. He wasn't being serious at all, and that relaxed me. "He's one of the greatests actors I've ever seen, by the way." It was true, Jake and I were always on the news. But not usually for good reasons. We met about 10 years ago and I fell in love straight away. The problem is that we have a (kinda big) age gap... and he obviously didn't take me serious 10 years ago, when I was barely 18. But I've been obsessed with that man all those years. Until 4 years ago, when we were cast on the same movie, I finally showed him I am a big girl and I know what I want. The problem is that the media just doesn't understand that and they just keep making up the most disgusting theories about our relationship. They know nothing about us. Sebastian and I shared the taxi to the studio, and decided it would be a nice thing to do everyday, since we were going to the same place, anyway. And so we did. Day after day we started to grow very close as friends. And we continued that stupid joke, flirting with each other every chance we got. But one day, I noticed Seb was a little different during our ride to the studio. A bit quiet, didn't really reply to my flirts. I thought he was just not in the mood that day, and I should respect that. I wasn't given the script for that day's scene until I got to the studio. Then I sat there to read and Richard sat beside me. "Are you ready?" He smirked. "For..?" I asked, still focused on the pages in my hands. "You'll record a sex scene with Sebastian today." He replied calmly, but it felt like a punch in the stomach. So is that why he was so weird? Was he nervous? "No big deal, we're professionals." I didn't know if I was trying to fool him or myself. Sebastian was such a good friend during these hard times... some nights I tried to call Jake and he didn't reply or was too cold on the phone, and I knew I could simply knock on Seb's door, or somedays it felt like he could read my mind, and he would knock on mine first, so we both went to the hotel's bar or just sat in each other's bedroom and talked for hours. Laughed for hours. He told me everything about his childhood, moving from country to country, and I, after drinking a little too much, told him all about my situation with Jake. God, he was so good for me. And I didn't want things to get weird like they got when I kissed Richard... without Seb, I would have gone crazy alone in this city. I felt like my heart was going to explode as I watched the crew prepare the scene. Seb was standing beside the couch of the fake living room as Susan explained to him how things would work. He looked as nervous as me and I hated it. "Y/N?" Susan called. "Can we start now?" I stood up like I was going to a funeral. I just hoped it wasn't our friendship's funeral. After hearing a few instructions as well, I sat down beside Seb and gave him a little smile, and he gave me a even weaker one in return. Sebastian's hand landed on my thigh and he added preassure very slow and gently. My eyes were on his fingers until he moved his body a little closer to mine on the couch. Then my eyes met his blue ones, deeper than I've ever seen them before. "You should be with someone who never makes you feel alone." He whispered as his lips got closer to mine. "Not even when he's not around." Maybe my head was really fucked up, but he didn't seem to be talking about our characters. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, so I felt Seb's lips on mine for the first time... and I swear, it tasted like heaven when his tongue rolled agaisnt mine. His hands went to my skirt, bringing it up a bit, then worked on unzipping his pants. For a moment, I forgot his underwear wasn't coming off too. But that was only when I felt him grinding against me, and he was so deliciously hard that we both moaned at the same time. That would look as realistic as if he had actually entered me on the movie... cause that's why we are doing this for, anyway... When the director said "cut", Sebastian lips were on my neck and I heard him mutter the most frustrated "fuck" ever. I was so wet that I was terrified that I would leave a mark on the couch for everyone to see how extremely much I needed Seb. The whole studio was dead silent. I wanted to vanish in the air. Took Sebastian a moment to get away from me. The atmosphere was terrible, everyone was uncomfortable. But maybe it was just the way I was feeling and, in my imagination, everyone felt the same. --- I didn't even look Seb in the eyes until the next morning, in the taxi. I thanked God he was such a good actor... we both simply pretended none of that happened, no word about that was spoken. Maybe I was overreacting and nothing really happened to our friendship. --- The weeks seemed to fly and we finished shooting. Next step was doing a bunch of interviews to promote the movie. I don't remember having all that fun in a while... all Seb and I did was joke around and run away from the questions during the interviews. The critics loved the movie and there were entire essays about our sex scene online. People just couldn't believe two actors had all that chemistry. Well... we were a great team, me and him. That's all. We just had to ignore the fans shipping us and ignoring the fact that I had a boyfriend. When it was finally time to go back to New York, I thought I would be a lot happier than I actually was. I had a great time and didn't want it to end so soon... everything was so tense back at home... "At least Seb and I live in the same city." As soon as that idea crossed my mind, I felt absolutely terrible. I was actually sad about going back to my man, and what made me feel better was that I'd have Seb to come back to when I needed? It wasn't fair. Not for me. Not for Jake. Not for Sebastian. That's why I had to solve this situation as soon as I got home. --- But I only knew how fucked up I was on the moment I opened the door at our house. Jake was there and he smiled at me. And I had no idea what I wanted anymore. Half of me was so happy because he was there. Half of me wished he wasn't and I had an excuse to walk away. His hug wasn't as cold as I expected, but it was far from being as warm as I needed. We went to the bedroom kissing each other and bumping into everything that was on the way. But when he laid on top of me, I didn't see the same fire in his eyes. Neither did I feel it between my legs. And it didn't matter at all how big he was, when he entered me I felt so empty. At heart. We were completely out of love and both of us knew that. He fucked me so hard, like he was trying to feel something that wasn't there anymore. --- Seb tried to contact me several times, but I kept ignoring him. And God only knows it hurted me more than him. But I didn't want to give up on Jake. Even though the situation was getting worse everyday. Now I was sitting in our bedroom, doing my make up to go watch the first night of Jake's play on Broadway. Preparing myself to act like we were in love in front of the cameras. --- When we finally got rid of all the empty questions and the flashes, Jake took me backstage, where he received a few special guests. Tom Hiddleston was there. Maggie too. I spotted a few other familiar faces, until a special one made you freeze. "What are you doing here?" I walked til where Sebastian were. "Hi. It's nice to see you again too." He said seriously. "Well, Jake invited me. Didn't he tell you he's producing a movie I'll be in?" "He doesn't tell me much." I shrugged. The play had started. All the guests went somewhere else to watch it, but I stood there in the backstage with Seb. "Why did you disappear like that?" He asked as soon as we were alone. "Because I wanted this to work. Me and him." I admitted. "And what does it have to do with me?" He said angrily. "I never did absolutely anything to tear you two apart. I accepted your choice from the start." "There's no choice, Sebastian." I defended myself. "Of course there is." He rolled his eyes. "You chose to keep things the way they are because you're scared of changes. You think it's comfortable to stay in a place that doesn't make you happy, because it once did, and if you move on, you may break your heart again." "Why do you think you know me so well?" I was shocked at how he just threw all the truth I was hiding right on my face. "Because we spent months opening up to each other. Every single night. I don't know about you, but I told you things nobody else ever knew about me." He admitted. "And I have no idea why I trusted you so easily, but I surely wasn't ready for you to just walk out of my life like that." "Seb..." I felt tears starting to come. "I'm so in love with you,Y/N." As soon as those words left his lips, a bunch of people started to appear out of nowhere and fill the backstage. I realised the play was over. I spotted Jake coming in my direction and quickly dried my eyes. --- It was a big night. I tried my best to be proud of Jake, but I couldn't focus on that. That made me feel so selfish... I just couldn't be here to support him anymore, so what am I even doing here? Jake was laying in bed, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I sat beside him and told him: "We need to talk." "We do." He agreed. "We probably should have done this before, right?" "Since you stopped telling me you love me." I felt the tears coming back. "Hey." He sat back and used his finger to wipe my tears away. "You know I'll always love you. Just... not like this anymore. I thought we should give it another try, but..." "I'll always love you too." I gave him a little sad smile. "I'm so happy for the times we had." He added. "But we don't wanna ruin it waiting for someone to cheat or be unhappy forever." "Jake... I think I'm in love with someone else." I admitted. Both for him and for myself for the first time. "It's not that hard to tell." He chuckled. "I saw the interviews. I've met someone too. I'm not sure if it's love. But I know that you and Sebastian..." "I swear we never, ever, had anything before this conversation." I interrupted him. "And I don't think I will now. He's really hurt." "Go after him." He encouraged me, making my heart stop for a moment. "What?" --- It was cold in New York. Nearly 1am and I absolutely couldn't believe I was sitting in my car, parked in an empty street. I grabbed my phone and didn't think twice. "Hello?" Sebastian answered and I knew there was no turning back now. "Seb?" I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" "No, it's fine, I couldn't sleep..." He sighed. "Listen, Y/N, I'm so sorry about the way I spoke to you earlier, you owe me absolutely nothing and I..." "I was stupid and ended up making the three of us suffer." I cut him. "But now I'm in front of your house, and if you don't forgive me, I have nowhere to spend the night." "Wait..." He said, confused. "You're in front of my house?" None of us said another word. When I saw the front door open, I got out of my car and we looked at each other for a moment. Suddently, I wasn't thinking anymore. I ran to his arms and he pulled me inside the house, closing the door behind us. His lips were pressed against mine and his hands were absolutely all over me. And, God, it was better than before, because now it was us. Just us. And we didn't have to stop anymore. He guided me towards the living room and sat down on the couch, pulling me with him, so I fell on his lap. Without breaking the kiss for a second, I adjusted, keeping one leg on each side of him. His hands went straight to my ass, squeezing it hard. My hands went to his abdomen and he helped me remove his shirt. I didn't even wait for him to do the same with mine. His eyes landed on my breasts as my bra fell on his lap. He grabbed my waist and broght me closer to him, burying his face and my chest and spreading open mouthed kisses on my breasts. I began to moan and grind my hips against his lap, feeling him getting hard under me. I remembered the last time I felt this and how frustrating it was... "Y/N..." He called. "Please, don't stop." I begged. "I just have to be sure you really want this." He smirked. "But I don't think I have to ask, do I?" I shook my head and helped him remove my pants, quickly sitting on his lap again. His fingers slowly trailed my underwear, until he decided to slide them inside it, caressing my folds very gently. "But what if I want to hear it?" He teased. "Do you think it's that easy? You ignore me for weeks, but then you just knock on my door and I give you what you want?" He slid one finger inside me and I left another moan escape. "Look at how wet you are." He slid another finger in, but didn't move. "If you were my girl, I'd do something about it... but you know very well I don't play with what is not mine." "Seb... please..." I tried to move my hips, but he hold my waist with the other hand so strongly, I would see a mark there tomorrow. "Fuck... if you were my girl, I'd treat you right." He removed his fingers from me and used them to pull down his pants and palm his hard cock over his underwear. "I'll be your girl. I came here to be your girl. Your good girl." I promised, feeling my mouth water just from seeing how big he looked. "I've been yours, and only yours, since the day we kissed for the first time, I know you felt that too..." "You have no idea how long I waited to hear that." He told me, returning his hands to my underwear, to take it off and throw it somewhere else in the room. "And you have no idea how long I waited to tell you that." I bit my lip as I watched him pull his underwear down, and seeing his hard cock already leaking. The look on his eyes gave me the permission I needed before his lips could. I raised my hips and he pulled me close and entered me, guiding my hips up and down with no time to adjust, cause we needed each other that much. I always imagined Seb as a gentle lover, but right now we just needed to fuck. Hard. Fast. Loud. We just had to let all our frustrations out. I came first, falling on his chest, seeing stars. He slowed down his pace a little, but didn't stop until he came inside me. And none of us really cared about that at the moment. I was there, laying on his chest while he ran his fingers through my spine in silence. And that was the first time in months I felt completety in peace. "Do you mean what you said?" He asked calmly. "Every single word." I smiled and snuggled closer to him.

Lately I'm getting lost on you You got me doing things I never thought I'd do Never spent so long on a losing battle But lately giving up don't seem to matter

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avengersassemble-fics · 5 years

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What is it About You?

part 02/10 “stronger connections”

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word count 3.9k

an: here’s the second part everyone! hope you enjoy this one! also have yall seen that bts look at sebastian stan training for that one scene in ca:tws with the knife? that’s the feel i was going for in one part. you’ll see i guess!

It was sunny and warm. The heat danced across your skin as you made your way through some trees with a few other women. They towered over you, protecting you in a way. Everything around you was hazy, nothing that you could really make out. The trees fell around you, and the only thing you could see was smoke. Dark and thick as it entered your lungs you cried out for your mother, but no one came. You cried until the heat in your lungs didn’t allow you to anymore.

Gasping you shot awake in your bed. Sweat was trickling down your body and the blanket that had once covered you was thrown onto the floor You blinked as you tried to focus your eyes on the darkness around you. The familiar metal walls of the Starkiller Base surrounded you and you breathed out a sigh of relief, of what you didn’t know. You swung your legs over the edge of your bed and ran a hand through your hair. You hadn’t had those dreams since you were a child. You thought you had all but pushed those memories of your past behind you. Obviously not. You stood carefully and the lights in your room kicked on automatically, you went to the pad in the wall and it awakened with your touch.

0300 hours.

You sighed, glancing back at your messy bed and knowing you wouldn’t be falling asleep any time soon. You looked to your door that led to the hallway and didn’t even think twice about your plan. You’d go and have a quick workout and come back, shower, and maybe get some more rest before your shift call at 0800 hours. You slid some socks on and casual shoes that helped alleviate the arch in your foot, and you made sure to change out of the sweaty shirt you had on and into a fitted tank top. The material helped cool your body down and out the door you went.

One thing you had really enjoyed while training with the First Order was when you got to spend some alone time throwing punches at a punching bag. It was old school, but it was something you enjoyed taking your frustrations out on. The training room wasn’t very far from your quarters and when you put in your access number (universally used, like an ID number) it opened for you. The cool air hit you and you relaxed your shoulders, if only you had the time for reconditioning to get this knot out of your back. Maybe then you’d be a little chipper. You walked inside and turned to the panel by the door, making sure to request the doors to remain locked for the next hour. That’s all you would need.

You walked over to the set up in the corner of the room, and a panel in the wall opened up, bags were hung neatly and you had to pick it up and hang it on the stand close by. You exhaled heavily in preparation, and grabbed at the chain and pulled it off of the hook it was on, and made your way over to the stand. The bags were heavy and your arms shook under the pressure, but you were quick to get it over and onto the hook of the stand, and it bounced with the momentum. You sighed and rubbed your hands together, while another panel opened next to you. Inside were white bandages to use on your hands and you began rolling them around your fists tightly.

It may sound sadistic but that’s all you did was wrap and tie your knuckles for safety, but didn’t reach for the thicker gloves. Instead you let the panel close as you finished tying your right hand. Right now you just wanted to feel something other than that pain in your chest.

Of course, powers beyond you had other plans. You heard the doors to the room open and close, but the presence that came inside you knew without having to look. You stared at the bag, feeling them moving closer.

“The doors were locked for a reason,” you said to them. Not that they would care. You had made it known they didn’t care about others' feelings. You corrected your stance and balled your hands into fists, and started to punch the bag.

“Your persistent thoughts have kept me up for several hours,” the voice said. You threw a hard punch at the bag, feeling it ripple through your hand.

“You keep saying that and I still have no clue what you mean,” you replied. You knew he was coming closer, watching you, but you kept punching. Right, left, right, right, left.

“Your dreams though have been the most vivid.”

That made you stop, taking heavy breaths as you steadied the bag. He wanted a reaction from you, and he got it. You still hadn’t met his gaze, instead you stared at the wall. Kylo walked closer to you until he was in the view of your peripheral, right by your side.

“The warmth, the trees, but that fire.. what happened in that fire I wonder,” he egged you on. You started to unwrap your hands.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you warned him, “that is none of your concern.”

“Oh but it is,” he tried to push you. You scoffed and took your worn bandages and threw them in the trash nearby. He followed your movements as you moved to another area with a mat.

“If you think I would ever let you see that willingly, you’re out of your mind. Or that I would tell you.”

“Is that why you’re blocking me from your thoughts,” he asked while you grabbed a practice staff. Your movements were stopped when he got right in front of you.

“How are you doing it,” he wondered. You didn’t know if he was asking you or was talking more to himself, but he continued, “you’re quiet now.”

You felt both of your heat mixing together as his larger body loomed over yours. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, and instinctively shoved the staff into his chest.

“Do you want to keep talking or do you want to be useful and train with me?”

You let it go and watched as he kept the staff in his grasp. You backed away, studying him nonetheless and smiled to yourself when he removed the black cloak that covered his shoulders always. What you didn’t expect was to see him reach for his helmet, the front vocoder sliding open, and the helmet coming off.

You had never seen Kylo Ren without his helmet. He had beautiful porcelain skin and long hair that framed his face well, but what you were stuck on were his eyes. His eyes looked to peer into your soul, and you caught yourself faltering.

“It’s time someone taught you to watch your mouth,” he commented, twirling the staff in his hand. It snapped you out of your trance, and you both began to circle one another.

“My friends happen to love my wittiness,” you threw back at him.

“You mean friend.”

You stopped, placing a hand on your heart, mimicking how you did with Reina just hours earlier, “That hurt me deeply, Commander Ren.”

You both took a step closer to one another, and you twirled the staff in your hand too. You thought you had mastered this back in training, honestly sparring was one of the more fun things you had gotten to do. But standing here now, face to face with Kylo Ren of all people, you felt you needed to prove yourself.

You didn’t want to attack first, but you needed to see how he reacts, his movements. So you moved closer, and moved to strike his side. You weren’t expecting him to react so quickly and harsh, he had nearly taken you by surprise.

Key word there as nearly.

One strike had turned into fighting him off, dodging blow after blow until suddenly, you felt your legs fly from under you. You hit the mat and the air escaped your body by the impact. You were shocked, not knowing what the fuck had just happened. You lifted yourself up on your elbows, and thought you could see the look of smugness on his face as he twirled the stick again in his hand.

“That was fucking dirty,” you said, pulling yourself up and grabbing your staff along the way.

“It was fair.”

“There’s nothing fair in life, Commander, just those who have an advantage over the other,” you replied. He paused for a moment and you grinned, and took that as your chance.

He wanted to play dirty then fine. You would play dirty too.

He didn’t expect you to charge him, but he easily blocked each hit you made, starting to remember how you pushed him. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

But what you did next did take him by surprise.

You adjusted your grip on the hilt of the staff, each step forward came with a jab in the air, which he easily avoided stepping back. Up, down, and up again, your quick feet managed to push him into the wall, grabbing a hold of his wrist that held the staff and twisting it down. He grimaced, the wind being knocked out of his body now.

Hmm.

With his back pressed against the wall, your elbow held him there as you grinned almost ear to ear. He wanted to roll his eyes but he was still trying to figure out how you did that. The pair breathed heavily, their hot breathing mixing together and you had to look up at him.

“My point,” you said and released him, taking a number of steps backwards from his body. Kylo rolled his shoulders backwards, taking powerful steps forward.

“Best two out of three,” he said, before raising his staff and going for the offensive. You looked like you were actually having fun. He would squash that feeling quickly. This time he held nothing back, visibly knocking you backwards and further off the mat. He could see that happiness fade from your eyes. And he dealt another sick blow, knocking the staff from your hands. You fell to the floor ass first, skidding to stop as he pressed his staff to your body this time.

He breathed heavily, “I win.”

A smile formed on your lips, “Are you sure Commander?”

His eyes ran down your arm, to see you still had your staff laced in your fingers, and pressed firmly against his side. He shot his eyes back to yours, that happiness back like a twinkle in your eyes.

“How did you-“

“I have my own tricks,” you offered and he stood from his spot gazing down at you. He didn’t offer any help to you to help you up, so you stood on your own. Was the Commander upset that you played him at his own game?

“A tie then,” he said, throwing a glance your way. You nodded, and offered your hand to him. Your chest still heaved as you caught your breath. The Commander looked from your face down to your hand, and after a moment he shook your hand firmly. His black gloved hand seemed to almost completely cover yours, but it didn’t last long. Silently, the two of you walked over to put the staff back where you had found them, and you tried your best not to watch him throw his cloak back on, and cover his face with that helmet.

Honestly, you didn’t know why he covered his face. Even if you hated him, he was very good looking.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling his gaze on you once more, “What now?”

“You aren’t blocking me anymore,” he said and you grumbled. Fucking great.

“Goodbye, Commander.”

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You returned to your quarters and took another hot shower, quicker this time so you could drag your ass back to bed. The soreness in your body felt better then the heartache that was there earlier. You managed to get a whole whopping 3 hours of rest before you woke up again for another day of work.

You dressed in a similar grey dress, clean of course, black turtleneck, and stockings. You laced your boots up and were out the door in enough time to nearly slam into your friend.

“Perfect timing,” she said, handing you a data pad, “they need electrical work done on the shuttle being used tomorrow for Phasma’s squadron. It’s you and me assigned.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” you commented, taking the pad from her hands and scrolling through the details quickly, “shouldn’t take more than two, three hours top.”

“Hm, don’t know too much about that,” she said as you both walked side by side down the hall, it was busier than usual this morning, “Turner and Andrews worked on it the last time it needed work.”

“Great,” you grimaced, offering her a fake smile, “that definitely changes things. I’m gonna have to check the command shuttles repairs at the end of the day then.”

Reina clapped a happy hand onto your shoulder, “And while you do that, I have a hot date tonight.”

“No,” you teased and she laughed beside you, you held the data pad to your chest, “Matteo finally had the guts to ask you?” Reina nodded with a smile on her face, clapping her hands together.

“He sure did, and I can’t wait to get him alone and--”

“Okay there, sunshine,” you stopped her as you both came to the large bay doors for one of the maintenance bays, you both inputted your codes and waited for the door to open, “I already know how much you’ve been dying to fuck the guy, I don’t necessarily need a play by play.”

She laughed and grabbed the pad from you, “What’s the point of friends if I don’t tell you all about the constant thought of him and his--”

“Reina,” you warned and she only giggled. You rolled your eyes playfully as you entered the bay. Since this one was only used for repairs, it was relatively warmer than the one you often found yourself in. You were met with a larger transport shuttle, dark grey just like all the others. It looked in perfect condition, just the way you liked it.

Reina took the liberty to walk the perimeter and look over the notes for anything having to do with the outer layer, and you had to grab a secondary tablet from the nearby terminal before heading into the shuttle itself. You scrolled through as the dim lights around you didn’t do much for your sight. You felt around the top of the shuttle to try and find the auxiliary switch to turn on the lights inside. Your fingers finally felt the tiny switch and you flipped it, the shuttle lighting up just a bit more. Odd, something you’d need to look at.

You set the tablet down nearby, and put your hair up quickly. There was a panel on the wall nearby you needed to open, and with the right wiring you could get the lights back to normal. You easily pried the panel off and it fell into your arms, and you looked over the shitty wiring job Turner and Andrews had done before. A lot of it didn’t even make any sense, but you didn’t want to waste time thinking about it when you could just fucking fix it.

You always had to fix things.

The pain in your back seemed to get stronger, and that lightheaded feeling started to return. You hesitated putting the panel back against the wall as the lights around you went back to their true hue, and you turned around to grab your pad. There one the other side of the shuttle, was Commander Ren again.

“What the fuck-” you mumbled to yourself.

“So you can see me,” his voice rang, but it almost felt like the noise had rang in your ears. Not that you actually heard it.

“Yes of course I can, how did you sneak in-”

“I didn’t,” he cut you off. You blinked at him, and shook your head.

“I don’t have time for this right now, Commander, I’m working,” you pleaded with him. You grabbed the tablet you had set down and started to scroll through it once more. You just wanted to ignore him.

What was up with this guy?

“I need you to meet with me when your shift has ended, is that understood?” he ordered you. Your eyes shot up from the tablet.

“Sir, if I don’t follow up with the repairs for your shuttle then your departure will most likely be delayed--”

“I’m ordering you to meet with me, promptly after your shift ends. Is that understood?” he pressed more firmly. Your irritance grew stronger. You closed your eyes just for a moment to collect yourself, and when you opened them to tell him where to shove it, he was gone.

Honestly? The day couldn’t get any weirder or worse.

You spent a few more hours working alongside Reina, and burnt yourself twice trying to rework some of the fucked up wiring that had been placed before you two were assigned to this job. Lunch had rolled around, but you opted to work through it so you could spare enough time to check in on the command shuttle. The Commander could wait a few minutes.

It was nearing 1800 hours, but you were sat on top of the shuttle, going over the final touches of Reina and your masterpiece. You were just wielding the outer panel back on when a head popped up from the ladder you used to come up on. It was not your friend, so you continued your work. Behind the helmet you had to protect you against the sparks, being able to ignore people definitely came easier under this. You began to see the appeal Commander Ren must have had when he wore his, since he liked to treat people like they didn’t exist.

Man if he really could read your thoughts, he wasn’t going to like that one. But it made you smile.

The voice called your name, and you wondered what would possess someone to try and rip away someone’s attention who was holding a fucking laser welder. It was almost like everyone just ignored the safety classes they were all given. The asshole part of you wanted to continue to ignore him, but the irritated part won. You switched the welder off and raised the helmet from your head, your hair falling messy around you.

“There had better be a good fucking reason for interrupting me,” you said the younger male. You could see him resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

“The Commander has requested your presence in the command center.”

Of course he has.

“The Commander can wait a few minutes while I finish this last piece of work,” you threw back at him. He blinked at you, and you turned back to the welder in your hand. When you were about to flip the switch back on, a pain on your right temple made you stop.

“Fine,” you mumbled, and carefully sat down the welder. You carefully walked over to the ladder and waited for the man to climb down the ladder, and then you followed. You tried your hardest not to mention the fact that his eyes were staring up your dress as you climbed down.

Pants. The one thing you hoped the First Order would give you was pants for fucks sake.

You had started to walk out when you passed Reina who was heading back to the shuttle, “Panel 238 still needs to be welded down and it should be good to go!” you called to her, but you had to quickly make your way to the command center. While yes it was public knowledge of where it was, you had personally never been there. With each step you took you felt your breathing get heavier, from what you weren’t too sure. A stormtrooper stood at the entrance, and you nodded at him, but the opening was large and the command center was filled with people. Like you said, you didn’t know what weapon was being built here, but by the look of things it was a massive one. Or on a massive scale. Your eyes scanned the room for any sign of the Commander, before they landed on what you would assume was a meeting room. You made your way over, and input your code into the panel. The doors opened for you automatically and when you stepped inside you had to hide the shock on your face.

Not only was it Commander Ren, but General Hux and Captain Phasma were there as well. They had seemed to have been discussing something, but your presence made them stop and turn to you. General Hux was the one who motioned to the table, and a chair close to him for you to sit at.

“Officer (Y/L/N), please,” he said and you obliged. You walked to the chair and sat in it, and General Hux sat at the head of the table to your left. Or you sat to his right really.

“How long have you been on Starkiller Base?” he asked. You nodded.

“Almost two years sir,” you answered. The General nodded, you think he liked that answer, and he folded his hands together and placed them on the table.

“Your current assignment is with the engineering team, correct?”

“Yes, sir,” you answered again. If he knew the answer to these questions, why was he asking you? Again, he nodded.

“Your work has been exceptional, as stated by your peers and superiors on the team. I took it upon myself to look into your training records, and I must say I’m impressed,” he pressed his fingers on the table, and suddenly your whole file was in front of him. Your eyes glanced from the display to him, not too sure where this was headed.

“It says here that you had exceptionally well scoring when it came to computer sciences and programming, one of the best in your class,” the General stated and you nodded, “your focus in that field was data retrieval.”

“Yes sir, that’s correct. My superiors thought it best to stick with mechanical engineering overall.”

“Yes I see that,” he commented, and you finally glanced at Kylo behind him. He stood there with his arms crossed and you could only look at him for a moment.

“Officer, the reason you’re here is because of the impending mission the Captain’s squad and Commander Ren are about to embark on. There is an ancient artifact that we need to retrieve from the Resistance, that needs to be decoded immediately,” he paused to gauge your reaction, but you didn’t offer any type of emotion on your face, “we believe you would have the capability to do that.”

You didn’t answer for a moment, your thoughts running rampant through your mind. You hadn’t done programming in the two years you had been here, well not one a level like that. Your last real project was when you were unknowingly helping to design the command shuttle that Commander Ren used to this day. It wasn’t that you doubted your skills, but you were uneasy. But, no one could know that.

“I believe I could be of assistance.”

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What Happens in Vegas...

Part 1 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: You wake up in Vegas with a brand new wedding ring on your finger next to Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 1641

A/N: I am super excited about this series! And it’s completely written (except maybe an epilogue), so I won’t leave you hanging when writer’s block hits.

What was a Vegas weekend without waking with a major hangover and a random naked guy next to you?

Ideal. That’s what that would be.

Yet, here you were. Hungover as hell. With a naked guy next to you. In your hotel room. So you couldn’t even sneak out.

Not Ideal.

Aw well. This was your last Vegas weekend ever, so you might as well go out with a bang.

The form beside you groaned and shifted until you could see his face.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, prompting him to squint at you, slowly waking up. It didn’t take long for his blue eyes to open. Eyes you’d only seen on the big screen. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”

“Who are you?” He shot back, voice still scratchy with slumber.

“This is my hotel room so I think my question should get answered first.” Sitting up, you pulled the sheet up to your chin. It was pretty obvious what had happened last night, but if he was even half as drunk as you had been, he wouldn’t remember. So… there was no need to flash your assets.

Sebastian Stan – yes, the Sebastian Stan – looked around for a moment before his thoughts were gathered enough. “I… don’t remember. I mean, I think I remember you from a club? But the rest of the night is blurry.”

“Yeah. I’m dealing with a lot of different kinds of headaches right now.” As soon as he left, you were going to dig out your medication and down a pill or two. You must have forgotten to take your pills last night.

His eyes widened when he looked at your hands holding the sheet up to cover your body. “You’re married? Fuck, how did I not notice that last night. I—shit.”

“Married? I’m sure as shit not—” Now it was your turn to ogle the giant ring on your left hand. “Wait a goddamn minute.”

The look of disbelief he was giving you sent your mind into hyper drive. “You’re saying that we…”

“Not necessarily. I mean, maybe it’s just a ring, you know? Maybe, shit I don’t know. Maybe it’s fake and we won it from one of those machines where you put a quarter in and twist the knob and you get a toy, you know?” By this point, you weren’t talking to Sebastian anymore. You were muttering to yourself, trying to calm the fuck down. And, for the record, when you tapped the diamond you knew it definitely wasn’t plastic. There was still the hope it was fake. Glass or something…

“And even if we did have a ceremony, that doesn’t mean it’s legal, right? Like, there have to be documents filed with the state and shit. I feel like I would have remembered that. But if we did file those, we’re in Vegas! The town that probably processes more annulments than any other city. It can’t be that hard. We’ll sign some papers at the courthouse and bam! No more marriage, no legal financial obligations when I die. I mean, this isn’t how I expected to end my weekend, but whatever, it’s an adventure. Something to tell my fri—”

“What do you mean, when you die?” he interrupted, latching onto the one part of your blabbing that you definitely hadn’t meant to say aloud. “You got plans to get in an accident or something?”

You could see the worry in his eyes and it took you a second to process what was beneath his question. “Oh, no. No, I’m not gonna kill myself. Don’t worry about that.”

“So what did you mean?”

How much to tell him? As a stranger, you didn’t owe him anything. But he was your husband, maybe. At the very least, you were both naked in the same bed. And anyway, what could it hurt? Telling him the truth wouldn’t change your prognosis and it might light a fire under his ass to figure out how to cut all ties with you.

“I’m not planning on killing myself, or anything. But my body seems to be doing a great job on its own. I have cancer, can’t afford treatment, and this weekend was my last weekend to cut loose before getting my affairs in order, you know?” Hopefully he would let that all slide. Not question further. “But that’s not your problem. We need to focus on figuring out if we really did get married, and if so how to—”

“Won’t your health insurance cover treatment?”

His well-intentioned question startled a bitter laugh from you. You relaxed back into the pillows, starting to say more than you needed to. “Yeah, sure. It already covered the chemo and radiation I went through. Those didn’t help enough. And I can’t afford to cut my hours back again at work. If I do, corporate will shunt me down to part time and take away my benefits. Ain’t that the American Dream?”

Shaking your head, you determined that it was time to get away from your sob story.

“Anyway, back to the matter at hand. I can, uh, get dressed and poke around a bit to figure out how to see if we really are married. It can’t be that hard. I mean, how many accidental, drunken, Vegas weddings do you think happen here? There’s probably a website somewhere called, like, help-i-woke-up-married-to-a-stranger.com or something.”

That stupid joke rewarded you with a half-smile on Sebastian’s face. “By the way, wife, what’s your name?”

“Y/N. And,” you shrugged, “I already know yours.”

“Yeah?”

“How could I not? You’re in the fucking Marvel Cult.”

“Cult?”

You grinned. “What else would you call it?”

After a soft chuckle, he leaned back against the headboard, sheets pooling around his waist and you tried extra hard to keep your eyes on his face. “Cult’s a good word actually. All the secrecy.”

“Y’all got so many devotees, man. Like, if all of you sent out a tweet that said something about taking over the world, it would be yours.”

“You one?” At your eyebrow raise, he clarified. “A devotee?”

“Ha, no. A fan, sure. I’m far too lazy to get in a cult. While y’all storm the capital, or something, I’d be at home watching YouTube videos of Kelly Clarkson singing while I’m eating chips and salsa.”

“Kelly Clarkson?”

At his question, you got defensive. “She’s a goddess.”

“Kelly Clarkson devotee?”

“I—” you stopped to consider that before tilting your head. “I suppose so. But only because she wouldn’t want to take over the world. She’d tweet something like Everyone come over to drink wine and chat and I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

He grinned and you found yourself wishing this was real. That this really was the morning after your wedding to a handsome man.

But that wasn’t your life.

“Never thought I’d marry a Kelly Clarkson Devotee.”

“Not to, uh, cut this marriage short, but I have to be on a flight tomorrow morning. So we should probably get on with figuring shit out today. Get that annulment if we’re actually married.”

A playful frown toyed with his lips. “You’re divorcing me because I made fun of you for being in the Clarkson Cult?”

“Yes,” you played along. “I’m sorry, Sebastian, but I just can’t stay with someone who doesn’t share my absolute love and adoration of KC. If I’d have known this last night, I would have definitely left you at the altar.”

Briefly, you caught sight of a shy smile before he turned his head away. “So, uh, you mind if I grab a shower?”

“Not at all. I’ll start researching,” you motioned to your laptop that was laying over on the desk.

After he nodded, he started looking around the room. It took you a minute to remember that you were both naked. Though it shocked you that he would be as shy about his nudity as you were, you didn’t point it out. Instead, you pointed to your travel blanket that was draped over a chair within his reach. With a grateful nod, he grabbed it and secured it around his waist as he stood.

As he walked over to the bathroom, you found yourself staring at a wrinkle in the sheets, letting your brain start shutting down just enough to process the whirlwind of the last few minutes.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You glanced up.

“I, uh, I just… Look. With my job I just wanted to ask that you not share anything on, you know... Twitter or anything.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t. No one would believe me even if I did.” You offered him a reassuring smile. “I don’t really know what it’s like to be in the public eye, not like you are, anyway, but I’m sure it’s not all glitz and glam.”

With a nod of thanks, he disappeared into the bathroom.

That brought up a whole new side of worry. If you were married and did need to get the annulment, how would you keep it from getting out? You needed to make sure all of this stayed out of the press. You couldn’t let your reputation tarnish his. Not when you were going to die and leave him to deal with your bullshit.

As soon as the shower started, you darted across the room to quickly pull on some clothes. Once you were no longer naked, you dug out your medication and popped a pill, knowing you’d definitely need it to keep up your strength. Hopefully it would also work some sort of wonder on your hangover headache as well.

Once you swallowed your medicine, you grabbed your laptop, only to have a paper fall to the ground. You bent down to see what it was and stopped cold at the calligraphy written across the top:

MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE

PART 2: THE FIRST DATE

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My Savior

Characters: Sebastian Stan x Suzanne Annucci (second person; you; you’re)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: fluff, minor freak out about pregnancy and renal disease

Summary: Your wedding day is here, and you couldn’t have been more happy about the choices you’ve made, and the person you decided to be with. Here’s to spending the rest of your life with the man you love, the love of your life, and your best friend.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Author’s Note: This is the seventh part of seven parts of the commission for @sea040561.

Today is the day. Today is the day you marry your best friend. It took a long time to plan, but you’re glad you waited for this moment. Instead of rushing right after your little girl was born, you decided to wait until the moment was right. Taking care of Sabrina came top priority, and after she got out of diapers, and she just got down the potty training, so it’s now or never.

Your sisters and best friends are your bridesmaids, so they’re the only ones in the room besides Sabrina and your mother. They are getting the last minute things taken care of while Sebastian and his best men are waiting at the altar. It was going to take a little longer for you to get ready since you know you would cry about this.

You’re just staring at your reflection, thinking about how far you’ve come, about how far you still have left to go. You’ve beaten your disease, you’ve got the guy, and you’ve had your baby girl. There is still a lot that needs to be done, but all in due time. Right now, you just have to focus on marrying your best friend.

“You look stunning, baby,” your mom smiles.

“Thanks, mama,” you chuckle.

“Remember, I’ll take care of my baby Bina here until you get back from your honeymoon. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Did you pick a spot yet?” one of your sisters asks after finishing pining up your other sister’s hair.

“Sebastian said he is going to surprise me. I have no clue where we’re going.”

“Here’s to you marrying the famous actor who can take you anywhere in the world. Lucky bitch,” your best friend jokes.

“I think it’s time now,” your mom says.

“Right, let’s go. I’ll take Sabrina,” your older sister offers, and your mom passes her off to her.

“Don’t get cold feet!” your best friend jokes as she and your sisters walk out of the room.

“Don’t listen to her,” your mom rolls her eyes.

“I never do,” you laugh.

“I am so proud of the woman you’ve become. Your father would have been proud too. I wish he were here,” she sighs.

“I know, mama, me too. He’s here, I can feel him.”

“I thought it was just me,” she smiles.

“Go, I’ll be out in just a minute.”

She kisses your temple before doing as she was told. You’re left alone to gather your thoughts. This is the wedding of your dreams, and you can’t believe it’s finally here. You never thought you would get this much less get the guy you’ve been dreaming about. Everything you could ever want is waiting for you at the altar, and who are you to make him wait?

The music starts just as you open the door, and you grip the bouquet tightly in your hands. Your mom must have made her way back inside because all you can see are your bridesmaids by the door. Sabrina is holding your older sister’s hand, and she has the widest smile on her face. To have her in your wedding is a dream come true. They open the door and begin filing into the large room.

Sabrina takes as many flower petals as she can and throws them on the ground with the assist of her aunt. Sebastian smiles when he sees his daughter, but he’s waiting for you. The bridesmaids walk to the altar and stand off to the side, and that’s when everyone in the room stands.

You would have your mom or Sebastian’s dad walk you down the aisle, but you believe in Heaven. You know that when your dad passed, he went there. You also know that he is standing right by your side to walk you down the aisle. You can’t see him, but you can definitely feel him by your side.

“Let’s go, Daddy,” you whisper.

You take one step into the opening, and your eyes immediately go to your future husband’s. At first sight of you, he gets so emotional that tears build up in his eyes. Chris leans in and whispers something to him, but you’re not sure what he said. Whatever he did say, Sebastian wipes his eyes and tries to focus on not crying. Everyone’s eyes are on you as you walk down the aisle.

You pass off the bouquet to your eldest sister before grabbing Sebastian’s hands. Everyone seems to just float away so that it’s only you and Sebastian here. The minister starts the ceremony and everyone takes a seat again. You’re not sure what the minister is saying, but you honestly don’t care. You’re just excited to get to the vows since you two had written your own.

“Now for the vows. They’ve each written their own. Who would like to go first?” the minister asks.

“You can,” Sebastian says.

“Before, all I was known for was my disease. I spent my life in and out of hospitals, never knowing what it was like to really live my life. I didn’t see myself having a future. That is until I met you. I used to watch your movies with my friends because you are what made me feel better. So, to see you roll into my room after the transplant is something I will always relive in my head. To know that you’ve become my best friend, my soulmate, and the father of our beautiful baby girl. To know I will never be alone, and I will always have you by my side. You are the love of my life, and I will promise to always love you no matter what.”

Sebastian wipes his eyes before starting his vows, and your heart begins to pound.

“I never thought my life was complete. I used to go to parties and have dates I wished to get away from. I always searched for that something extra, but I could never find it. When I walked into that hospital and heard you screaming at the TV, something was pulling me to that room. The second I laid eyes on you, I got a vision. I saw this moment, and I saw us being happy together with kids and dogs and a great big house. I remember telling Chris that I knew you would be the one because I believe in love at first sight, and I believe in soulmates. Every time I look at you, I fall in love all over again. I promise to spend every moment of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me.”

You want to cry, but the only thing stopping you is the fact you had someone work very hard in fixing your face with the best kind of makeup, and you don’t want to ruin it. The rest of the ceremony goes by in a blur with the only thing on your mind is sealing the deal.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Sebastian was already pulling you in before he could finish his words. The entire room erupts into cheers and claps, but you can barely hear them. You kiss Sebastian with everything you’ve got, proving to him of your love. You pull away and turn to everyone with a big smile. He takes your hand and leads you down the aisle where people are tossing the flowers into the air.

This party is only half-over, and everyone moves into the reception area where you and Sebastian can have your first dance. Everyone gets their first to start the party, and you and Sebastian join a little while later. You want to get used to the fact that you’re now Mrs. Stan--something you never thought you’d get to say.

As soon as you walk into the room, the DJ announces that it’s time for the first dance. Everyone shuffles away from the dance floor so that you and Sebastian can have the entire floor to yourselves. One of your favorite songs of all time starts playing, and Sebastian pulls you in close. Your left hand goes around his neck, and the other meets his by your side.

You two begin to slow dance together. You’re ignoring the many pairs of eyes on you since Sebastian’s is the only ones you care about.

“Thank you, Sebastian,” you whisper.

“For what?”

“For saving my life.”

“You saved mine. I don’t think I can be any more in love with you than I am in this moment,” he confesses.

You lean up and kiss him, still moving around the dance floor elegantly. This one kiss tells you that despite the downs you’ll experience, you’ll always know that his love will be there to cushion the fall. To know that you’ll have the greatest love anyone’s ever going to get.

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Gina Carano Was Fired from The Mandalorian, But Should Cara Dune Live On?

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Gina Carano deserved to be fired from The Mandalorian after months of posting dangerous online rhetoric that goes against everything Star Wars should stand for. After Carano used her Twitter bio to mock the common practice of users listing preferred pronouns, denying the gravity of the Covid-19 pandemic, posting election fraud conspiracy theories, refusing to show support for Black Lives Matter, and implying that being a right-wing conservative today was like being a Jewish person during the Holocaust, Disney finally did the right thing.

“Jews were beaten in the streets, not by Nazi soldiers but by their neighbors…even by children. Because history is edited, most people today don’t realize that to get to the point where Nazi soldiers could easily round up thousands of Jews, the government first made their own neighbors hate them simply for being Jews. How is that any different from hating someone for their political views,” read her now-deleted Tik Tok post.

While Carano did return for The Mandalorian season 2, which wrapped just before the Covid lockdowns that seemingly triggered the actor’s toxic views on social media, Disney decided that it had seen enough. In a statement released on Wednesday night, a spokesperson for Disney said that Carano’s “social media posts denigrating people based on their cultural and religious identities are abhorrent and unacceptable.” The spokesperson also confirmed that Carano “is not currently employed by Lucasfilm and there are no plans for her to be in the future,” effectively putting an end to her time on The Mandalorian and Star Wars. Deadline also confirmed that Carano and her agency UTA have parted ways.

Two days later, Carano doubled down, announcing a new movie project with alt-right pundit Ben Shapiro’s conservative website The Daily Wire. She will develop, produce, and star in the movie, which will release exclusively to the site’s members, according to Deadline. Carano dubiously framed her next move as “a direct message of hope to everyone living in fear of cancellation by the totalitarian mob.”

But while Carano may see herself as a rebel fighting for the right to claim “freedom of speech” no matter how hateful or downright false her posts, there are also plenty of Star Wars fans who are relieved to see her jettisoned from the universe they love. While Disney should still be held accountable for how it failed John Boyega and Kelly Marie Tran, actors of color who faced racist attacks upon being cast in the Sequel Trilogy, and who were sidelined as the trilogy progressed, the company has done a much better job of late of showing where it stands on the issues. The company stood in support of The High Republic show host Krystina Arielle after she faced similar attacks. By firing Carano, Disney and Lucasfilm have taken a clear stance not only against bigotry but the kind of dangerous rhetoric that has become pervasive among a small but loud minority of the fandom (although I’d hardly call them actual “fans”).

THR learned from a source close to Lucasfilm that the studio had been “looking for a reason to fire her for two months” and that Carano’s Holocaust post was “the final straw.” According to the outlet, Lucasfilm had previously planned to have Carano star in her own Mandalorian spinoff, potentially Rangers of the New Republic, and considered making the announcement during its investor’s day event in December before that idea was scrapped due to her social media posts.

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Does Carano’s firing mean that this is the end of her character’s time in Star Wars? While the end of Cara Dune’s storyline in The Mandalorian season 2 teased that there would be more to her journey as a mercenary turned New Republic marshal, for the moment, that adventure seems to have been cut short. That said, some fans are already wondering whether Cara’s life in the galaxy far, far away could continue without Carano.

A few people on Twitter have suggested that the character should simply be recast, with Lucy Lawless already positioned as a frontrunner among fans. The Xena: Warrior Princess and Battlestar Galactica actor and activist would be more than a suitable replacement for Carano and the kind of talent the Star Wars brand should want to work with. Not to mention that Lawless would bring the energy, grit, and physicality needed to play a tough-as-carbonite brawler like Cara.

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But as nice as it is to dream of Lawless or another fan-favorite performer taking on the role of Cara Dune and continuing her story, Star Wars has traditionally been averse to recasting its characters to the point where the franchise would rather paste a questionable CGI version of Mark Hamill’s face on another actor’s head than cast someone new to play a younger Luke Skywalker. (Sebastian Stan, for example.)

Not that Lucasfilm hasn’t tried recasting before, such as when it brought on Alden Ehrenreich and Donald Glover to play pre-Original Trilogy versions of Han Solo and Lando Calrissian in Solo: A Star Wars Story, but that movie was a box office failure for the studio. While there are many reasons why that film failed, a few fans might tell you it’s because Harrison Ford and Billy Dee Williams weren’t in it. If history tells us anything, it’s that there’s a section of this fandom that does not like change.

That’s not to say Disney should go out of its way to pander to viewers who are resistant to change. Big franchises like Star Wars need to embrace change to stay fresh and better reflect audiences. And Disney certainly shouldn’t prioritize people who would be mad if anyone but Carano played Dune on The Mandalorian or Rangers of the New Republic. My point is that Disney would likely save itself a lot of grief by not doing anything else with the character at all. There’s no doubt that the path of least resistance for Disney would be to phase out the character completely, giving her a quiet off-screen exit, perhaps coupled with some brief exposition in season 3 regarding where she went. Done.

Is that fair to Cara Dune and the fans who see themselves in her? Cara quickly became a fan-favorite after her debut on the Star Wars live-action series as a fierce gun-for-hire who’s not quite a hero and is as prone to violence as Din Djarin but who will ultimately choose to do what’s right. Many have lauded Cara for the ways she breaks away from the “traditional mold” of female Star Wars characters who have come before, both in terms of her morally gray motivations and her buff appearance, which, as fans of The Last of Us II‘s Abby will tell you, remains a rarity in our entertainment.

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Unlike Leia, Cara is a former Rebel shock trooper from Alderaan who didn’t immediately fall in line with the New Republic, preferring the chaos and danger of living in the Outer Rim than joining up with the new galactic government, which she felt wasn’t doing enough to quell the ever-present threat of the Empire that had destroyed her home planet. She preferred to brawl in cantinas and make her own way in the galaxy sans an official allegiance or badge, a lifestyle rarely lived by Star Wars‘ women — at least on screen. (In that way, Cara has much more in common with breakout Marvel comic book character Doctor Aphra.)

Sure, some of these traits began to change, but the show took its time developing Cara’s character, and by the time she did join the Republic’s law forces in the Outer Rim, it was after she’d witnessed many of the atrocities committed by what was left of the Empire. And even with the badge, she did some things on her own terms, like helping Mando and friends rescue Grogu from Moff Gideon.

To many, Cara has been a unique character worth following for years to come, whether it be on more seasons of The Mandalorian or in an eventual spinoff. Fans could perhaps still get that opportunity off-screen were Lucasfilm to continue Cara’s story in the books or comics, as it has with many other characters for over 40 years. It might just take some waiting.

But the mere fact that many fans want to see Cara’s story continue without the toxic presence of the actor who originally brought her to life is a testament to the power of the character herself. Like the best Star Wars characters, Cara seems to have staying power, and perhaps she deserves to outlive Gina Carano’s time with the franchise.

To The Mandalorian‘s credit, there are many other great female characters to look forward to on the show, including Bo-Katan Kryze (Katee Sackhoff), Koska Reeves (Mercedes Varnado), and Fennec Shand (Ming-Na Wen), who will actually star in The Book of Boba Fett later this year. (Please bring back Frog Lady, too.) They’re fantastic characters with their own motivations and stories, and I’d love to see more of them in season 3, but not all female characters are interchangeable and the other women in The Mandalorian’s world cannot replace Cara’s unique contributions to the show. They cannot simply “fill a spot” left behind by the last female hero, a character who was one of our first introductions on the show.

There’s perhaps no obviously right answer or course of action when things are still so raw and production is moving quickly on the next year of Star Wars stories. Does keeping Cara in Star Wars also ultimately mean that Lucasfilm is acknowledging Carano’s legacy with the franchise? Maybe. But should a great character that people look up to and relate to be allowed to exist beyond the bad decisions of an actor or its creator? Probably.

We only know this for sure: if you never see Cara Dune again in Star Wars, you only really have Gina Carano to blame.

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Speak Now

“Don’t say yes, run away now”

Request: Hello amazing writer! Can you do a Chris Evans imagine based on the song “speak now” by Taylor Swift, where him and the reader have been best friends forever and everyone has joked about them being in love, and they have always had feelings for each other but never acted on it. Then Chris meets a girl and plans to get married but the reader objects at the wedding and yes basically how the song goes? Thank youuuuu

A/n: This song used to be a whole bop. I haven’t listened to it in a long time, but I vividly remember performing my own music video for it. It was a masterpiece. Taylor wish she was as genius as me at 11. This is a joke pls don’t attack me Taylor stans

I haven’t been to enough weddings to know the little script thing and I can’t really find any online so I’m going off memory and movies.

Chris just informed me he sent you an invitation to the wedding. I hate to be the one to disinvite someone, but your presence won’t be necessary. Do not show up.

‘What a lovely fiancée, Chris,’ you thought bitterly. Rolling your eyes, you shoved the phone into your purse and stepped out of the car taking in your surroundings as you walked into the venue. You tried your best to keep your presence low key, not wanting anyone to inform the bridezilla that you were crashing her wedding.

“Hiding?” Scott asked as you peaked at the isle from behind a curtain. You jumped back, frightened by his sudden appearance. He laughed at your reaction, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Shouldn’t you be with the groom?” You asked, a bitter undertone in your voice.

“Only his groomsmen are allowed with him,” he informed you, his turn to sound bitter.

“You aren’t a groomsman?” You asked shocked. Chris and Scott were best friends. They did everything together, and Chris always spoke about how great it would be when he got married with his brother as his best man.

“The witch wouldn’t allow it,” he shrugged. “You really should be marrying him instead of her.”

“Scott,” you began with a sigh, not wanting to have the conversation over again.

“Y/n, he’s miserable- she controls everything he does. Our family doesn’t like her, and she doesn’t like us. You were the exact opposite,” he began to vent, almost as if he expected you to stop the wedding. “He misses you. I was with him last night, and he couldn’t stop talking about you. About how he still loves you and how he’s making the biggest mistake of his life marrying someone that isn’t you.”

“Then why is he doing it?” You asked. Chris wasn’t the one to settle, especially not with a girl like this. You just couldn’t imagine it to be true.

“Because he doesn’t feel there’s any hope for his future.”

You let out a sigh, not sure what to say. It broke your heart hearing the words come from him. Someone announced that the procession will start soon and to grab your seats. Scott led you to where his family sat, all of them hugging you.

“You have no idea how much we’ve missed you,” his mom said as she pulled you into a hug, beginning to whisper in your ear. “Please don’t let him go through with this. He’ll listen to you.” She pulled away with a small smile before walking away to join the wedding march.

You sat next to Scott, looking around at the guests, noticing a group of the bride’s friends staring at you. “They’re gonna kick my ass,” you muttered, Scott looking up and in the direction you were looking.

“I’d like to see them try,” he said, looking back at you. “You have more muscle in one arm than they all have combined.” You smiled at his comment, happy to have his company again. You tensed up hearing the music start causing everyone to quiet down. You watched as Chris walked down the isle, a smile on his face as he greeted the pastor at the stage.

His smile fell as he looked around the room, eyes falling on you. You offered a small, sad smile, not sure what else you could do as the rest of the wedding procession marched in, the music suddenly changing to the classic piano tune. Everyone stood up, and you watched as the bride walked down the isle by herself, a bitchy smile on her face as she walked up to Chris, her hand sliding into his. Chris moved to kiss her cheek, staring at you as he did so.

“Dearly beloved, we gather here today to witness the unity between this man and woman,” you couldn’t take your eyes off Chris as the pastor spoke, not really hearing his words until Scott nudged you with his foot. “If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

You sat for a second letting out a breath before standing up. “I object.” You heard a few women gasp, the bride’s friend’s giving you dirty looks as you made your way to meet Chris where he stood.

“You weren’t invited!” She shrieked, trying to get in your face, but her maid of honor held her back. Your eyes never left Chris’s.

“What are you doing?” He asked you as you stood in front of him.

“Saving your ass,” you told him. “Chris, this isn’t what you want.”

“This is my decision to make.”

“It’s also my responsibility to point out your mistakes, and she’s the biggest one. We’ve talked about getting married before- not just what I want but what you want. Where’s Sebastian, Chris? Robert? Your best friends and coworkers, where are they? Scott was suppose to be your best man, not this kid,” you began to point out, taking his hand in yours as you took a breath. “Don’t do this, Chris. Marry me instead.”

Chris sucked in a breath at your request, everyone’s eyes widening. “You’re delusional. He’s marrying me, get your ass out of my wedding. Chris, get over here!” She began yelling. You never tore your eyes away from Chris- he was all that mattered in the moment. “Chris!”

Your heart sank as Chris turned away, looking at her. “I’m sorry,” he shrugged before turning back to you, his hand on the back of your head as he pulled you in for a kiss. You gripped his arms, a smile coming to your face as he kissed you, pulling away so your foreheads touched. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nodded your head, biting your lip as you both turned heading for the exit. “Are you kidding me? Chris get back here!”

“Sorry to dump you on the day of your wedding, but Y/n’s right. You were a huge mistake that I don’t plan on following through with,” he announced continuing to walk out.

“You walk out, and I’m selling the ring!”

“Eight dollars from Walmart!” He yelled back, throwing a finger in the air. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth as she shrieked, finally making your way out the doors.

“Walmart?” You smirked, leaning against Chris as you approached your car.

He chuckled, glancing down for a second before looking at you again. “Why would I waste good money on her?”

“Good point,” you giggled, pulling him down for another kiss before getting in the car, driving as far as you could. The most needed getaway in full affect.

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NAME/ALIAS: Bucky or Mel! Either is fine w me, fellas.

TIMEZONE: EST

RANDOM FACT: PUTTING ME ON THE SPOT HERE...........i’m double jointed in my left thumb....not a very interesting fact but at least it’s very random

CHARACTER

sebastian stan, 36, male, he/him // in SOUTH BEACH, you’ll find KEETON SIMMONS who’s lived there for TEN YEARS and they spend their days working as THE OWNER OF BASEMENT. They’ve been described as VIBRANT GOLD GLITTER, BEING UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOURSELF, AND GLIMMERING DISCO BALLS by the people that know them. Which makes sense when you consider that they can be ENERGETIC + CHARMING but also PRETENTIOUS + DESTRUCTIVE. //

NAME: Keeton Simmons

FACECLAIM: Sebastian Stan

PINTEREST: Here.

BACKGROUND: TRIGGER WARNINGS: drugs, abuse, sexual abuse, alcohol, addiction, overdose, and cardiac arrest.

Keeton is wild, vibrant, and kinda all over the place. Born in Alabama, he’s always had a very profound love for music. His father was a musician himself, so Keeton’s young life was filled with him, his mother, and his father traveling around the country while his father toured and played in different bands. There was no surprise when Keeton got into making music fast, especially when he met fellow music lover, Margot Love. Margot was his classmate and soon became his best friend in the entire world.

Keeton and Margot started performing and writing songs together in Keeton’s garage back in Alabama. His parents were over the moon at his passion for music, Margot’s parents weren’t exactly as supportive but they eventually loosened up to the idea of them wanting to pursue a career in the music industry. They were obviously serious about it as they named their act Keeton and Love. Keeton’s grandparents were the only people who never, ever supported his dreams to become a musician. This especially got worse after he came out to them as pansexual, which made them basically disown him and his parents. But he learned to move past that.

Keeton continued to make music even throughout his teen years. Music becomes his lifeline, basically. Things take an amazing turn when Keeton and Love are performing at their local street fair where talent agent, Cyrus Marigold, was in attendance. The moment he saw Keeton and Love perform, he knew they were destined for greatness. Before they knew it, they were being sent out to LA to start talking deals and albums.

To put things simply, LA life didn’t exactly settle well with Keeton. Even before he flew out to California, he always had identity and impulse problems. Even with music on his side, and while recording their first EP, he had a tendency to fall into the wrong crowd. So when he got to LA, there was no real surprise when this happened. He was doing drugs and drinking often, but not enough to disrupt his path towards fame and music. So, everything was fine for the time being. At least everyone hoped so.

That’s until Cyrus put a lot of pressure on Keeton to make it big. He threw Keeton into a PR relationship fast and often abused Keeton behind closed doors, both physically, sexually, and emotionally. Nobody on the outside could figure out why Keeton had become so unhinged and sorrowful. That’s until the truth was inevitably being revealed and Cyrus, their once-promising agent, was fired immediately.

So now Keeton and Love are left to try and create a name for themselves on their own. This doesn’t exactly go well as Keeton’s addictions only got worse and worse. He was drinking and doing drugs every day, showing up to their little home studio high and drunk. Keeton was overwhelmed with dread and guilt, blaming himself for the sudden failure of his and Margot’s pending career.

Things really took a turn for the worst when Keeton went into cardiac arrest due to the toxic combination of cocaine and alcohol in his system while in a meeting with a potential new agent and label. He was rushed to the hospital where he was treated privately and was soon sent out to Miami where he would stay in a rehab center for the time being.

Keeton has stayed in Miami ever since, finding that he loves it there very much. He’s been in Miami for 10 years now and doesn’t plan on leaving, especially as he’s opened a disco nightclub named Basement during the span of this time. He’s so damn proud of Basement, it’s his baby.

He’s put his love for music behind him, his dream of being a musician fading into the background.

Margot eventually moved out to Miami with him to help with Basement and all the business behind it.

HEADCANONS.

Keeton is almost always wearing eye glitter. It’s basically his signature look.

Keeton still makes music in his free time but doesn’t really talk about it much or show it off. He still blames himself a lot for the sudden failure of his career in the music industry before it even started.

He has REALLY REALLY BAD NIGHT TERRORS, especially ones that involved Cyrus and his past back in LA.

Despite going to rehab, he’s not sober anymore. He paces himself (or tries to lmao) when it comes to drinking, etc, but he hasn’t been sober in a couple years.

He loves writing poetry and writes sooooo much of it when he feels overwhelmed by his emotions.

HE LOVES ELTON JOHN SO MUCH

Loves anything sparkly and colorful....u will never see him dressed basic as hell either.

He has an intense fear of aging and growing old. The second he sees a silver hair in his hair or in his beard he has a fucking MELTDOWN and locks himself away. It’s bad LMAO. Literally, nobody saw him the year he turned 30.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

There’s so so so much I would like for Keeton! I don’t have much for him yet so anything is up for grabs. I’d love friends, best friends, exes, friends with benefits partners, FELLOW MUSICIANS WOULD BE AWESOME, enemies, someone who thinks he’s too much or out of control lol, LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL!!!

Nightclub goers or other business owners would be awesome too, especally Basement regulars who know Keeton. YOUNG PEOPLE WHO KEETON TAKES UNDER HIS WING WOULD BE AMAZING, which would also help with his fear of aging and being old.

But like I said, I’d love absolutely anything at all for Keeton so just message me on here or on discord, mine username is bucky#1149, and we can chat!!!!

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In addition to our own personal top fics (which you can view here), we asked you all to send us your choices for your fics of the decade and why you loved them. We received so many wonderful submissions, and now want to share them with everybody! In an effort to not make this post too long we’ve edited down the comments that people left us, but everyone had some really lovely things to say, so if anything catches your eye here we really encourage you to take a look at the complete list of comments here.

Without further ado, please enjoy the top fics of the decade as chosen by you, our listeners:

Submitted by: Cricket

Fic 1: pilgrimage by wolfsupremacist

Info: EXO RPF, Baekhyun/Sehun

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18411497/chapters/43607615

Cricket’s comment: I can't get over all the building in this fic -- the world building, the character building, the relationship building. The main character’s development was like watching a child grow: it's hard to see it happening, but once you reflect on who he became versus who he was, it's so obvious how he changed.

Fic 2: the eye of providence by minhyukwithagun

Info: NCT RPF, Jaehyun/Taeyong

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14981330

Cricket’s comment: I have genuinely never laughed so hard while reading a fic.There were so many little details that the author added that were unnecessary to the overall plot but just made the characters so much more real. You get to learn so much about everyone in such a (relatively) short amount of time.

Fic 3: so collect your scars and wear them well by addandsubtract

Info: Hockey RPF, Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5075128

Cricket’s comment: I feel like this fic changed me as a writer. It touches on such a relatable subject: that feeling of being completely unsure of what you should do with your life when Plan A doesn't work out, and discovering who you are without the thing that you previously thought defined you.

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Submitted by: Claire

Fic 1: The Baffled King and The Idiot Hero by Ellarose C

Info: Hetalia, ?

Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/5819880/1/

Claire’s comment: This fic launched 3 of my high school friendships that continue to this day. It's cute and Hallmark levels of unrealistic, and I LOVE it. The overwhelming nostalgia and gratefulness I feel towards this fic (and all of Carrie's work, honestly) still blows me away.

Fic 2: Embers by Vathara

Info: Avatar: The Last Airbender, gen

Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/5398503/1/

Claire’s comment: The best, wildest, most comprehensively worldbuilt ATLA fic I have ever read. Tea, dragons, realistic motivations, that ending... perfect. *chef kiss*

Fic 3: Of A Linear Circle (series) by flamethrower

Info: HP, various

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/755028

Claire’s comment: I linked the whole series because I simply cannot pick a favorite installment. OaLC focuses on fixing the glaring plot holes in the Wizarding education system, accurately depicting the Founders' Era thanks to copious research, and showing that no one is truly irredeemable (except Voldemort himself, who more than earns it).

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Submitted by: Threepwillow

Fic 1: All the Other Ghosts by rainjoys

Info: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Link: https://rainjoyswriting.livejournal.com/146587.html

Threepwillow’s comment: All The Other Ghosts and its direct sequel, Grey, are some of the most incredibly original and simultaneously incredibly transformative works of fanfiction I have ever read. The way they masterfully twist elements of canon to fit into the lore of their AU is second only to the profound, revelatory character studies that they've executed. This shit is extraordinary.

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Submitted by: Segs

Fic 1: Hemostuck (series) by roachpatrol and urbanAnchorite

Info: Homestuck, various

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/8470

Seg’s comment: THE WORLDBUILDING. THE ARTWORK. THE NARRATIVE VOICE(S). THE INCREDIBLE GRASP ON CHARACTERIZATION. DID I MENTION THE WORLDBUILDING.

Fic 2: transistor by fishcola

Info: Polygon RPF, Brian/Pat

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18760093/chapters/44503969

Seg’s comment: Rips my heart to shreds piece-by-piece and then gently puts it back together in the end. It's another put-these-characters-in-a-darker-setting sort of thing. It is brilliant and beautiful and I love it dearly.

Fic 3: any sign of spring by bluecarrot

Info: Hamilton, Hamilton/Burr

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7523227/chapters/17100376

Seg’s comment: This fic is so dang atmospheric. It feels very physical -- the temperature, the environment, the drawing. It's bittersweet, but ends on the sweet, and I think the sweetness is all the more emphasized for it. Rereading it feels like coming back to a familiar place.

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Submitted by: Ang

Fic 1: Anarchy In The U.K. by Yahtzee

Info: X-Men First Class, Erik/Charles

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/673552/chapters/1232410

Ang’s comment: the writing of this one made it so easy to get completely lost in the au while still knowing the characters so well from the source material! super engaging, totally consumed my life for a week

Fic 2: blackjacks running down by back by dangerbears

Info: 1D, Harry/Louis

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/499474

Ang’s comment: this is like my comfort blanket fic! every time i reread it (even though i'm not in that fandom anymore), it's still just as funny and cute as it was the very first time i read it - again the au is so easily believable because the characterizations are so familiar.

Fic 3: this city bleeds its aching heart by renne

Info: MCU, Steve/Bucky

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/835829

Ang’s comment: unsurprisingly, it's another au that is so easy to fall into! this is another one that i've been consistently rereading since i first read it (in 2015, for this one) because it's my absolute favorite trope with a ship that i'm still very much into!

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Submitted by: Scout

Fic 1: she called it a void by vans88

Info: Star Wars, Finn/Poe/Rey

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5493500

Scout’s comment: Short and powerful and essential to anyone's viewing of the new Star Wars trilogy. Seriously one of the most careful, tender, and graceful queer addendums to a piece of pop culture this decade.

Fic 2: The Love Song of The North American Douchebag by gyzym

Info: Star Trek RPF, Chris/Zach

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/852395

Scout’s comment: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I HOPE I CAN SWEAR. I'm not even in this fandom. The world building is just THAT good. It's one of my highlights *because* of its power to draw me in as a standalone. So much fucking talent in the transformative work community. The banter, characterization, sardonic-ness of this – international impact baby!

Fic 3: all this learning here is by you by decinq, nighimpossible

Info: Hockey RPF, Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5105441

Scout’s comment: Revolutionized – and I would argue – drove the GROWTH AND SURVIVAL of hockey fandom. One of the best known works in the fandom, and a masterclass in how to build a set of characters that you're genuinely envious you don't get to see or know. Two incredible authors and a plethora of personality. Fun and sexy and lighthearted but poignant. Chef kiss.

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Submitted by: Em

Fic 1: the subtle science and exact art of chess-boxing, by fishcola

Info: Polygon RPF, Brian/Pat

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18931885/chapters/44945971

Em’s comment: fishcola is definitely one of the top reasons i actually started reading/writing polygon rpf. this fic!!!!! i sWEAR its so /so/ good oh my GOSH. yes, full disclosure im fish's beta for chessboxing but also i am enthusiastic simply because it is a very beautiful and powerful narrative on trauma, healing, and how the people we choose to interact with affect our emotions.

Fic 2: the old men call me by my mother’s name by theviolonist

Info: HP, Hermione/Ron

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1044467

Em’s comment: as a certified Trans(TM) im always pursuing and consuming trans content. the old men call me by my mother's name is an hp fic that i still cherish years after first reading it. trans!ron is a concept not often explored in hp fic, much less trans /girl/ ron. massive gender feels, folks.

Fic 3: national hot dad alliance is now calling… by dicaeopolis, owlinaminor

Info: Haikyuu! , various

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5663683/chapters/13045579

Em’s comment: national hot dad alliance really is the perfect evolution of a groupchat fic. i laughed, i cried, i fell in love with the characters all over again as these captains from different teams bond over graduating. and also being Dads(TM). in some cases-- pining over their fellow volleyball players-- plus star wars, the x-files, and memes. overall its is very good and i will stan it eternally

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Submitted by: Staci

Fic 1: No Homo, by orphan account

Info: Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1148039/chapters/2326073

Staci’s comment: Literally my favorite AU ever written. The characterization is SO on point and it truly is a super fun read. It’s also a super long which helps with painting such a detailed picture of these two dummies who are-totally-just-bros-with-added-benefits. I’d recommend this to anyone, even if they’re unaware of Teen Wolf, but if you’re a Teen Wolf fan then it’s even better.

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Submitted by: Nadine

Fic 1: Too Long, Too Close (series) by callmejude

Info: MCU RPF, Chris/Sebastian

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/253528

Nadine’s comment: kink exploration and bdsm done well.... and so thoroughly. but there's more! theres FEELINGSSSSSS uhhhhhhh it made me CRY it's so good.

Fic 2: On a Clear Day by Saras_Girl

Info: HP, Harry/Draco

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/879841

Nadine’s comment: I could've put a few other fics by this author because they write the best drarry but uhhhhh. I had to choose and it was either gonna be TURN or this one. Idk why but this one makes me so unbelievably emotional bc it was Harry who's Going Through Stuff and I just loved it a lot.

Fic 3: around the world in eighty thousand days, by fallfreely

Info: 1D, Liam/Harry

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/856935

Nadine’s comment: It was hard to pick a 1D fave but I think that this fic always had a v special place in my heart & I can't even explain why. I love the dynamic of this pairing (even though it's not even my OTP, wtf. I'm a Gryles and Narry truther... *eye emoji*) and the whole FEEL of this fic and it's slow burn tour fic, soo.

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Submitted by: Frecklebomb

Fic 1: Shalbatana

Info: Mars Trilogy, Gen

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6629

Frecklebomb’s comment: A beautifully-written gen fic (with an incredibly gorgeous podfic by Luzula) in the near-future-scifi Mars Trilogy fandom but very easy to enjoy without canon knowledge. I revisit this story over and over and always marvel at the presence of the landscape and alien planet in it, the way it feels like a character. Bonus Mars rover feelings (I cry every time about the robot).

Fic 2: Through a Glass Darkly, by susiecarter

Info: DCU, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19395793/chapters/46155535

Frecklebomb’s comment: Sprawling post-apocalyptic epic, so rich and cinematic that it feels like a movie I somehow read. The worldbuilding and tension of the focal ship are what sucked me into this fic, but what stayed with me was the richness of the ensemble characters. I find myself just thinking about their character arcs, and imagining what they'd be doing post-story. I want fic of this fic.

Fic 3: Too Far Down The Road, by SoniaVice

Info: Hockey, OMC/OMC

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13208136/chapters/30212907

Frecklebomb’s comment: An amnesia trope origfic set in handwavey hockey fandom (author said they 'set it free' to be OMC/OMC when the dynamic needed to be different from the RPF ship it started out as). It gives me so many good feelings about family (of choice and otherwise) and ageing and self-acceptance and sexuality, and the way you can choose to be changed by the people you spend your life with.

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Submitted by: Em (Springsteen)

Fic 1: Pull Me Under, by zarah5

Info: 1D, Harry/Louis

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/870766

Em’s comment: first of all zarah5 is a fandom legend. second, this is like the pinnacle of fake relationship fics to me it's 140k and so much of it is pining and like truly, who among us doesn't love harry styles with their whole heart. I can't think about the '10s without thinking about one direction and when this fic came out I remember a lot of people fully losing their minds.

Fic 2: Door to Door, by Ferritin4

Info: Hockey RPF, Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3478298

Em’s comment: this is one of the first hockey fics I ever read and I still come back to it so often. The relationship builds so well, Tyler's dogs are in it, it's just so sweet, and plus it's a very readable 10k.

Fic 3: Darling It Is No Joke, by thehoyden

Info: Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/399194

Em’s comment: look I can't be retrospective about this decade and /not/ include a sterek fic. the first half of this decade for me was all 1d and teen wolf and full disclosure, it's been a while since I've reread this fic, but I remember the banter being really stellar and thehoyden is another one of those authors who I just. Adore.

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Submitted by: Dan

Fic 1: The Heart Rate of a Mouse (series) by Anna (arctic_grey)

Info: Bandom, Ryan Ross/Brendan Urie

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/712953

Dan’s comment: This fic is incredibly iconic. It’s definitely one of my favorites of all time—the way the story is told is just heart wrenching, and it manages to always keep you on edge about what’s going to happen. The portrayal of self discovery, love, jealousy, down to the settings and all the social issues of the time period (the 70s), is amazingly done.

Fic 2: The Cat’s Miaow by Pennyplainknits

Info: Bandom, Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/930529

Dan’s comment: This fic is unlike anything else I’ve read. First off, I LOVE historical AUs, and the noir setting is everything I could have wanted and more. The author has managed to create such a delicate and profound romance along with an interesting plot that borders on thriller without ever going too far with either side of the story.

Fic 3: Get Real Get Right (Fuckin Right) by sophiahelix

Info: Riveyonce Cuoknowles, Sufjan Stevens/Drake

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9029020

Dan’s comment: Honestly? This is just art.

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Submitted by: Carina

Fic 1: Bite Marks by provocative_envy

Info: HP, Hermione/Draco

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3580953/chapters/7894464

Carina’s comment: i've shied away from aus in harry potter fic for years, especially american college aus but this fic in my opinion kept the best of the characters and modernized them in a way that felt true to who they are.

Fic 2: old jokes from a wild youth, by knightspur

Info: SEVENTEEN RPF, Mingyu/Minghao

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18127073

Carina’s comment: mingyu and minghao are in love, but they're not soulmates. i love the dynamics and the quiet intimacy between them, and also how they work through wanting to be together despite them not having a bond in the way soulmates have.

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Submitted by: Katy

Fic 1: The River and The Deep Green Bend by liquidmeasure

Info: 1D, Harry/Niall

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6005275

Katy’s comment: this fic honestly surpasses the genre of fic. it is a genre all its own. it is the pinnacle in catharsis and heartbreak and having a satisfying end that is completely unsatisfying as well. I will never recover from this fic.

Fic 2: Out of the Dead Land by Orphan Account

Info: MCU, Steve/Bucky

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1871955

Katy’s comment: there is a specific phrase in this fic that has and will continue to stay with me. I will never hear the phrase "up or down" without feeling immense heartbreak. an amazing blend of source material to create something altogether its own - but could still take place in either canon

Fic 3: Up We Go by Oh_Hey_Tae

Info: BTS, Taehyung/Jimin

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12297168

Katy’s comment: this fic is one that I found more recently, but I can already tell that it is one that is going to stick with me for a long long time. it is another fic that I feel transcends the genre of fic entirely

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Submitted by: Corie

Fic 1: Build A Temple In Me by Authoress

Info: Haikyuu!, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3716002

Corie’s comment: A wonderful and moving fanfic with fantasy akin to studio ghibli. If I have to recommend Haikyuu fanfiction this is it.

Fic 2: Close to the Chest by darkmagicalgirl

Info: Haikyuu!, Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3898771/chapters/8721568

Corie’s comment: Another haikyuu!! Fic! I remember reccing this to my friend and she said it was more akin to a novel then any fanfiction she has read. High praise IMO

Fic 3: Fake Sugar by minverse

Info: BTS, Jungkook/Seokjin

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14707098/chapters/33987549

Corie’s comment: Oh sweet god I love minverse’s writing and this fic has it all. Romance, smut, and a nice dollop of humor.

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Submitted by: Abby

Fic 1: an awful curse by blinkiesays

Info: Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/604092

Abby’s comment: Non-linear timeline, au within the story, "every me loves every you," domesticity but also heavy angst, and it's so beautifully written it makes me want to cry reading it. also it harkens back to the time of when the show was still good.

Fic 2: dance this silence down (the emergency room remix) by Fahye

Info: Les Miserables, Enjorlas/Grantaire

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/994140/chapters/1966093

Abby’s comment: It's such a great, understandable ensemble fic for a dense canon, with such a great modern day au setting, but the whole time it really deals with the main character's depression and alcoholism and the complete overwhelming love that he has for the guy he's shipped with. it's so gritty and real but the ending brings so much hope I love it.

Fic 3: comment fic by anon

Info: iCarly, Sam/Spencer

Link: https://author-abz.livejournal.com/35003.html

Abby’s comment: this is an ANONYMOUS comment fic someone wrote me when I was feeling down on LJ and it's so short but so complete, and it says everything it needs to about it being okay to mess up and just be messed up together. also: "glitter emergency" (technically a cheat, it's from 2008; I forgot it was so old)

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Submitted by: Kassie

Fic 1: An Exercise in ‘Worthless’ by beastofthesky

Info: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/535676

Kassie’s comment: an exercise in worthless introduced me (indirectly) to my favorite musician and (directly) to the subject i almost minored in during undergrad, so honestly i would put it as a fic of the decade even if it wasn’t one of the best fics i read in the supernatural fandom.

Fic 2: Superstition (series) by Superstition_hockey

Info: Hockey, OMC/OMC

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/413233

Kassie’s comment: superstition started out as a tropey, fun, lighthearted short fic, and grew into a big thing that deals with a lot of serious topics incredibly well while also being still very funny and emotional and having honestly some of my favorite fictional characters i’ve read in years

Fic 3: United States v. Barnes

Info: MCU, Steve/Bucky

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2304905/chapters/5071058

Kassie’s comment: united states v barnes is the multimedia fic of my DREAMS. this is what i want to show people to explain why i love fanfic so much. it does so much with the medium its working in and the presentation of the fic, and fits that perfect fanfic niche of exploring the kind of background that will never appear in canon but that everyone wonders about.

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Submitted by: Kat

Fic 1: I’ve felt and I’ve Been by autotunedd

Info: Big Bang RPF, Seunghyun/Jiyong

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15349758/chapters/35616516

Kat’s comment: Possibly the fic that marked my entire decade. The characters are so human and real, the plot is heavy and winding and the twists sometimes seem life ending. It is heavy, it is painful, it is sad, it is angsty, it is maybe even a smidge too real and dangerous at times, but it makes a solid read, a long, relatable novel about real people with real fears and problems.

Fic 2: Eversion by thespectaclesofthor

Info: Detroit: Become Human, Hank Anderson/Connor

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15754140/chapters/36638253

Kat’s comment: Beautiful, long, detailed, well written, hard hitting, serious, sweet, painful, kinky, all in one! The characters have so much depth, their issues and inner workings seem so real and the plot is so carefully crafted and detailed, every chapter keeps you at the edge of your seat. All in all, beautifully crafted, passionate, hard hitting piece that I couldn't help falling in love with.

Fic 3: Eggshell Landscapes and the Burden of Love by NoContractTermination

Info: NCT RPF, Taeil/Johnny

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10446438

Kat’s comment: Short, sweet, angsty and charming! I loved the intimate look into their relationship this fic brings, the trials and tribulations and the struggle to communicate. It all seemed so raw and real and coupled with the author's beautiful writing, it all came together in a perfect read, with bounds of re-read potential.

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Submitted by: Wen

Fic 1: the bellwether by highoctane

Info: Polygon RPF, Brian/Pat

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18634426

Wen’s comment: Feelings!!! It's really refreshing to read a character who, as an established adult, is reconfiguring an understanding of himself without it being either a whole crisis or a sudden seamless lightbulb moment. It's very fair to both characters' emotions, letting them both react in a way that feels wonderfully human and real rather than idealistic.

Fic 2: Five Times the Potion Seller Refused to Sell a Potion (and One Time He Didn’t) by misura

Info: Potion Seller (Justin Kuritzkes Short Film), Knight/Potion Seller

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5441447

Wen’s comment: It's based on a 3 minute meme video and if it was just a tweet or post with the title alone it would be a great joke but... someone went and wrote the dang thing! And it could have been ridiculous crackfic, and while it certainly toes that line it's also got a really fun flow of dialogue that leaves a lot to the imagination without it getting confusing.

Fic 3: I Am The Horrible Goose That Lives In The Town by Daniel Lavery

Info: The Untitled Goose Game, gen

Link: https://www.shatnerchatner.com/p/i-am-the-horrible-goose-that-lives

Wen’s comment: the writing is tremendous and sits beautifully in that razor's edge space where english is used just strangely enough to create a fantastic character voice without going too far and falling into some kind of awkward english language uncanny valley. it's so hard to pick out the best line because every line is the best line. "Here I am coming, with the good news of me, and you hate it. You can think only of the bell and how much I have it, and you are never the goose."

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Submitted by: Mage

Fic 1: Fog, Sheets and Thunder by theopteryx

Info: My Chemical Romance RPF, Frank/Gerard

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/351396

Mage’s comment: i have literally thought about this fic at least once a week since i read it in 2012. do not ask me why. i have no answers.

Fic 2: Flowers in Bones by fringecity (indiachick)

Info: BTS, Taehyung/Yoongi

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16256390

Mage’s comment: sometimes i just wanna be a careful selection of small animal bones that yoongi gently unearths and meticulously crafts into an altar of pressed flowers and ink

Fic 3: It Happened Quiet by hobimo

Info: BTS, Taehyung/Yoongi

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15070646/chapters/34939646

Mage’s comment: haunted woods :) cryptids :) that deeply unsettling feeling that there are greater, mysterious forces at work and there's nothing you can do about it :)

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Submitted by: BirdieLeonie

Fic 1: Reprise (series) by Elfpen

Info: Star Wars, various (Obi-Wan centric)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/454408

BirdieLeonie’s comment: I spent about seven months of my life reading nothing but Star Wars time-travel fix-it fics. (I am not exaggerating; there are enough of them to last that long or longer.) This is my favorite.

Fic 2: Friday Night Arrives Without a Suitcase by marycontraire

Info: Hockey RPF, Danny Briere/Claude Giroux

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/534247

BirdieLeonie’s comment: This is a fic I have kept coming back to again and again in the years since I first read it. It's domestic and sweet and still adult. It's like curtainfic, inverted; the leads live together and parent their kids and go grocery shopping before they have a romantic or sexual relationship.

Fic 3: The Hero’s Journey; or: What Jasper Sitwell Did Last Summer (podfic), by artzbots, blackglass, daroos, girlwithabubblegun, kalakirya, Opalsong, reena_jenkins, RsCreighton, sabinelagrande

Info: MCU & Welcome to Night Vale, Jemma Simmons/Jasper Sitwell

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6462223

BirdieLeonie’s comment: I love podfic, I love crossovers, and I love this fic. Again, I picked this because of all the thousands of MCU fics I've read, this is the one I find myself coming back to repeatedly. This crossover is creative, fun, and plays with one of my favorite tropes: what was happening to a minor character in the background of the story we saw?

#fic clique #fic recs #multifandom #minisode #top fics of the decade #fics of the decade

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Again (Scarlett Johansson Drabble Request)

A/N: This was asked a months ago, so whoever who requested, if you still visiting my blog, I hope you like it.

Requested by: Anonymus.

“Are you being sarcastic?” “Sarcasm, what’s that, can you eat it?”

“I’d all my life planned but this asshole had to come and ruin everything, goddamn I love her”

Warnings: language (I guess)

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

“Fuck” was the only she could think when she saw you again.

Of all people in the world you were the last she expected to find right there.

I mean, you hated all that stuff of Hollywood, the great screen, the red carpet, paparazzis everywhere and lack of intimacy.

After all that was one of the reasons you both broke up.

You met when she was filming Vicky Cristina Barcelona, in that exact city of Spain.

You two easily get on with each other, and you managed to dazzle her under the lights of the great city and the sunrise in its beaches.

You had such a nice time together that she always remembered with affection.

But everything went down when she started to appear in magazines, when rumours started to be heard along the streets, and she had to put her career before you.

It’s fair to say that it was a difficult decision for her, after all you had taken out from her feelings that no one before had done; but she was decided to be a great actress, to be the best, and she did it, by paying a high price.

You understood it when she told you, you wished her good luck and removed her number from your phone.

But that didn’t impede you to cry her during the night and miss her warmth.

It seemed impossible that your roads could meet again, but there you were, pulling the rope against Chris Evans.

-You’re too strong for your size- Chris told you beneath his tighten teeth.

His face was red and he was trying his best to defeat you.

-Maybe you’re too weak for yours- you replied.

Your feet were anchored to the ground, decided to win that stupid competition.

Mackie and Stan were looking at you while betting and mocking.

Scarlett was still in shock.

-’Kay fellas, enough for now- Joe Russo made his entrance in the room.

Chris and you released the rope at the same time, almost making the other one fall off.

He had entered for the other door so you were backwards Scarlett, so she took advantage to approach to the group without being seen.

-So y’all know what’s going on with the movie and we have talked about the amount of action scenes this will have- Joe went straight to the point- so, as Marvel wants the best for his fans, they also look for the best for his actors.

-How much did they pay you for say that?- Mackie asked with a playful smirk.

-We’re talking about you, not about me- Russo answered, gaining a general laugh- so for this film we have the best trainer for you.

He said that looking at you and making a gest for go with him.

-I wanted to be the one into present her to you but I’ve seen that you had already met, but to make it official, she is (Y/N) (Y/L), and she will be the one into train you during this year.

The guys congratulated you while Joe explained them other stuff related with the film, but your eyes were locked on the green ones looking at you.

When Joe left, you and the cast arranged the next morning to start with the training, then everyone left but Scarlett.

You both just looked at each other, in silence, not knowing very well what to say.

You were even more beautiful than the last time she saw you.

-Have I change that much?- you asked her smiling.

She couldn’t more than smile back.

-No… just- she shook her head- I didn’t expect to find you in a place like this.

-Oh, so you expected to find me…- you said with a grin.

-Y.yes… No!... I mean- she tried, a bit flustered.

You always managed to make her nervous.

-Don’t worry- you said giggling- you don’t have to answer… yet.

You winked at her while putting on your jacket.

-What does that mean?- she asked you.

-See you tomorrow, Scar!- you said leaving the place.

She kept looking to the door after you left; she wasn’t very sure if she should be worried or happy to see you again.

Next days weren’t going to be easier.

And they weren’t actually.

When Joe said you were the best, he really meant it, I mean, it was a two hours training, but it seemed to never ends.

To Scarlett was even worse since you trained with them and she usually stood gawking looking at you doing the exercise while explaining to the group.

Unlike she thought, her time with you wasn’t awkward, you treated her kindly and friendly, like you had never been other thing than old good friends.

She wasn’t very sure how to feel about it; and to be honest she wasn’t even sure how she felt about you.

Chris clarified that to her.

After some months of training and helping them with the actions scene they will have to do, spending almost entire days with them, they started to invite you to hang out with them.

You were exactly as she remembered you: kind, funny, nice, a bit more sarcastic and always ready to make any unexpected thing.

But she wasn’t the only one capable to see these things.

That girl that brought you the drinks also brought you her number and name, and Chris awareness of Scarlett’s feelings.

-You knew her from before- it wasn’t a question.

He was taking her to the hotel. Sebastian was taking you and Anthony in his car.

-You want to tell me what happened between you two?- he asked looking for a moment at her.

-What do you mean?- she asked.

He snorted.

-You used to be a thing and you can’t deny it- he assured- I’ve seen the way you look at her.

- I don’t…

-And also the way you looked at the girl that served us the drinks- he added.

-Go fuck yourself- she said.

Chris laughed.

-It isn’t bad to love someone, you know?

-But I don’t love her- Scarlett said, more to herself than to Chris.

Evans looked at her and didn’t pressed her with the theme.

They arrived to the hotel and he parked in the hotel’s parking.

Scarlett was getting off the car when Chris took her hand.

-Just… don’t lie to yourself and waste a golden opportunity.

He let her go and closed the car.

Scarlett was a mess of thoughts and emotions, she knew Chris was right but she didn’t want to accept it, after all, she left and put her career before you; and then you come back in her life and she isn’t sure about how she feels and you still being as lovely as always and…

-I’d all my life planned and this asshole had to come and ruin everything, goddamn I love her- she said to herself.

-You love who?- a voice asked from behind.

She hadn’t realised she has already arrived on her floor, that was the same used by all the cast and also you; but worse of all she hadn’t saw you going out from your room.

-I thought you were with Sebastian- she said trying to change the theme.

-Yeah, we arrive sooner and I was about to meet with him on the hall but this seem more interesting- you explained- who’s the lucky one?

-Those aren’t your business- she said quickly.

-C’mon, after all we have gone through you still don’t trusting me?- you asked.

-Is my private life- she said.

-As if I haven’t been part of your private life- you answered with a grin.

She had to admit you were right in there, but she won’t.

-That has nothing to do with this- she answer.

-Yeah… sure, it’s not like you were trying to avoid your feeling again or something- you said, shaking you head.

-Are you being sarcastic?- she hoped so.

-Sarcasm?- you asked, turning around to go- what’s that? Can you eat it?

“If I would tell you what you could eat…”

-What?- you stopped your way and look at her again.

Scarlett paled. She had thought it… right?

-N...nothing, I’ve said nothing- she tried, but to be the great actress she was she didn’t convinced you.

She wasn’t a great liar to be honest.

-No, no, no, no ,no- a surprised smirk trying to appear in your face- I may be stupid but not deaf. What’s really going on, Scar?

Though you still looking surprised, Scarlett perceived the worry in your voice, and she tried to convince herself that was just the worry you show for a friend and not the kind of worry you had felt for each other long ago.

-I told you that those aren’t your business- she said low.

-Actually they are my business if they make you like this- you told her- I just want to help you, Scar.

-Don’t, say it!- sho couldn’t handle it more- Don’t fucking say that you just want to help me when I think my life is perfectly balanced like it is, and you come back turning everything upside down, making me wonder if I really took the right decision and thinking that may be I fucked up everything because the asshole of Chris made me see that I still fucking in love with you!

By the time she finished she realized that she wasn’t gesticulating but wrapped in your arms, with your hands running down her hair and approaching her for the waist.

She relaxed in your hug and buried her face in your neck.

-Not to fuck up this beautiful moment- you said- but what a drama to say that you like me again.

She giggled.

-This is Hollywood- she told you- and I don’t like you again.

She moved her head to be able to look at you, but not getting out of the hug.

-I never stopped doing it -her hands were around your neck and yours in her waist- and if you want… we could…

-Hell yes- you answered.

You approached your face to hers and sank in her green eyes before sank in her mouth again.

Soft and sweet, like she was. She tangled her hands in your hair and your traveled to her lower back, caressing her. You both melted in the kiss.

She bit your lower lip before you both broke the kiss because of the lack of air.

Her hands travelled to you face and caressed you.

-I missed you, babe- she said with a smirk.

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