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peachy-panic · 3 years

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Truth & Lies

(This picks up directly following this piece)

Tag list: @whumpervescence @shiningstarofwinter @distinctlywhumpthing

CONTENT WARNINGS: General BBU warnings, human trafficking, referenced/implied non-con, mentioned past minors of minors, blood, restraints, medical setting.

Panic washes over him the moment the door closes behind them, putting him alone in the exam room. In the silence, he can hear only the sound of his labored breathing, obstructed by the plastic intrusion that has been secured between his teeth, straps cutting into his temples. His hands are bolted to the front edge of the table on either side of his thighs. The position pulls his posture forward just enough to be uncomfortable, his shoulders curling forward to accommodate the short buckle on the cuffs. He tries, to little avail, to calm the rising panic at the feeling of restraint.

And all he can think is that he has done this to himself.

He messed up. He had messed up so, so badly and the reality hadn’t fully settled over him until the door clicked shut, and the blur of the past several minutes came crashing into him with a sudden, sickening clarity. And now there is nothing he can do to take back his actions, his words, and he knows that no apology will be enough to smooth it over regardless. Still, he feels one bubbling in the back of his throat uselessly, trapped behind the gag and the slow, constant trickle of blood.

Suddenly, the sensation steals all his focus, until all he can feel is the warm liquid in his nose and throat, and the suffocating realization that he is helpless to stop himself from choking to death alone in this room, chained to a fucking table.

His arms tug instinctively against the cuffs, but the steely hold on his wrists only serves to bolster his panic. Oh, god. What has he done? All at once, he is sorry. Jaime is so, so sorry and he wishes he could take it back but ‘sorry doesn’t do shit for me, baby,’ he can hear Mr. Torley’s rumbling voice clear as day in his ear.

He jerks forward away from the phantom presence, a whimper caught in his throat that has nowhere to go. These flashes of imagination feel so real sometimes and Jaime can’t always tell them apart from what’s in front of him, just like when the Handler had pulled his sweatshirt over his head at intake, and when the gray fabric cleared his eyes it had been Mr. Torley’s face staring back at him, grinning in the glow of the bedside lamp that had been harsh, white Facility fluorescents only seconds before.

He hadn’t meant to lash out. Jaime can’t recall ever stepping out of line like that, not since… not since his first week in the training facility. He has enough sense to know that fighting back won’t get him anywhere good. But something had snapped in his mind when they began undressing him of his street clothes, and it was as if he was no longer at the helm of his own body. His arm had lurched forward on instinct, striking out at the figment in front of him because this wasn’t right, he was supposed to be done with Mr. Torley, he had served his six month contract and it was supposed to be over.

It was supposed to be over.

He had barely recognized the crunch that gave under his fist in the moment, nor the white blare of pain as the blow was reciprocated with double the strength. There was blood and a struggle and a distant screaming that made his head vibrate like the sharp, resounding clang of metal on concrete.

And then he blinked, and now he was here, and his head hurts and he can’t breathe right with all the blood and he is so, so sorry no matter how much it won’t matter in the end. It never matters.

He hates that he is sorry. He hates that he is back here. He hates that he can still feel Mr. Torley like static on his skin even though he isn’t legally his anymore. He hates the feeling of the bit between his teeth, reminding him of a hazier time in his memory, carved out with white tiled walls and bright lights and constant, unyielding pain.

Jaime lets his head fall forward, cringing at the sticky dampness of his t-shirt against his chin, and focuses all his energy on trying not to cry. More than anything now, he needs to retain his already limited ability to breathe.

Even so, he can’t stop his breath from catching when he hears the telltale swipe of a clearance key at the door.

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Sebastian’s feet stutter beneath him as he pushes through the door. His eyes are drawn immediately to the anchor points along the front of the exam table, which currently serve to immobilize the terrified young man between them. He can see that the skin around the restraints is already pink with irritation. The boy’s head is ducked in what looks to be a quiet surrender, and he can’t see his face but he watches as a drop of blood hits the lap of his pants. Sebastian’s muscles freeze up. It’s only a fleeting moment, but he’s sure his recovery is not nearly as graceful as he hopes it is as he clears his throat and steps into the room.

He lets the heavy door fall shut behind him, effectively sealing himself into the reality that he is now in charge of this person bolted to a table. It has become a daily occurrence long ago to question every life choice that had brought him to this place, but especially now he can’t help but think he’s made a horrible mistake. And then the light clinking of metal on metal draws his focus to where the boy has twisted his hand inside his restraints just enough to grip the side of the table, knuckles white and trembling, and it occurs to him how selfish he is for thinking that he is the one in the room who has earned the right to fear.

He should say something. He knows he has to be the one to say something, because the Companions - the patients - aren’t allowed to initiate conversation without direct invitation. He knows this, but the knowledge doesn’t un-stick his tongue from the roof of his mouth or dissolve the lump that’s blocking his airway. For a moment, all he can do is stare.

“Hi,” he says finally by means of a feeble introduction. He clears his throat, trying for something that doesn’t sound so much like a question. “I’m Dr. Tate. Sebastian. You can… just Sebastian is fine. If you want.”

Incredible, Seb. Off to a confident start.

He might see the slight incline of the patient’s head in acknowledgement, or he could be imagining it. Either way, he moves on.

“What is your…” He pauses, clearing his throat. Name? Is that what he wanted to say? He knows as well as anyone that he isn't allowed to use his. If he does and anyone hears him, it will only land him in deeper trouble. Which is maybe the last thing on Earth Sebastian wants. Instead, he asks, “What can I call you?”

For the first time since he entered the room, Sebastian sees unmistakable movement in the muscles of the boy’s neck. There seems to be a moment of hesitation, and then he lifts his head to level with Sebastian’s gaze, and he nearly takes a step back.

By some miracle, Sebastian has made it this far into the program without witnessing - or god forbid implementing - the use of heavy restraints on a patient. Today, it seems, his luck has run out. The boy stares up at him with dark, empty eyes over a round bit of black plastic secured over his mouth with the WRU logo emblazoned in silver. A fucking gag.

A slow-dripping acidity makes its way into Sebastian’s stomach. The picture in front of him is so starkly, uniquely horrifying that it stops him in his tracks. It’s exactly the kind of raw imagery that WRU conveniently left out of their pamphlets and commercials and brightly-colored career packets. This, he thinks to himself, is the truth behind every lie they sell.

“Oh,” he says, stunned, the word slipping out of him in a breathy gasp. He forces himself to take a step toward his patient, choosing to ignore the quickly concealed flinch. “I don’t… I don’t think we really need that, right?” He says a pitch too high. The patient’s eyes track him warily as Sebastian moves closer, an outstretched hand hovering in his direction. “Uh. Can I?”

Instead of the permissive nod he expects, the young man’s eyes flit over to something to the left of Sebastian’s shoulder then back again, holding his gaze. Sebastian turns and finds a tin box affixed to the wall just behind the door. He blinks, and when he looks at the patient again with confusion written all over him, the boy hesitates — which he seems to do before each new move — and then angles his head just enough so that Sebastian catches a flash of silver at the back of his neck.

A small padlock. Holding the straps of his gag in place.

The room wavers around him.

“Key,” he chokes out dumbly in a whisper. “Right, I— right.”

He turns on his heel and crosses stiffly to the box on the wall. His hands are shaky when he opens the hinge, fingers brushing over the small selection of keys dangling inside. For a horrified moment, he catches himself wondering what other inhumane devices these could possibly go to. He doesn’t allow himself to linger on the thought. It won’t be helpful here.

The smallest key catches his eye, looking to be the most likely to fit the lock.

“Is it alright if I—?” He turns back with the intention of seeking his consent, but he finds that the boy has already lowered his head to allow him easier access to the lock. “Okay,” he says quietly, mostly to himself.

Sebastian works as quickly as his nervous fingers will allow and feels a tangible weight lift from his chest as the lock releases.

“There,” he says, stepping back immediately once the intrusion has been removed. He tosses it into the sink basin in the corner, not wanting to look at it for a moment longer, as he is sure his patient would agree. “Better?”

The patient waits a moment before raising his head again. “Th...thank you.” He murmurs without meeting his eyes. His voice is low and brittle and nearly knocks something loose inside Sebastian’s chest.

A slow trickle of blood swells out from his bottom lip, the bit from the gag almost definitely having irritated whatever injury had already been put there. For half a second, Sebastian wonders why he doesn’t reach up and wipe it away, and then he realizes—

“Shit! Your hands.” He’s back at the box before he can spare another thought, sifting through the row of seemingly identical keys. He doesn’t really allow himself time to consider the possible reasons why he shouldn’t be removing the restraints, including but not limited to breaking protocol on his first day off probation and having no actual idea if this person was a physical threat to him or not. All he knows for sure is the visceral feeling he gets in his gut every time he sees him bleeding and bound to a fucking table when he should be here to receive care.

“Sir?”

He whips around to find the boy watching him with naked apprehension, as if he isn’t sure he has clearance to have spoken.

“Really, Sebastian is okay,” he reiterates. “Or Dr. Tate, if you want to be formal.” Of course he’s going to be formal. His entire existence is a series of formalities, meeting new strangers and having to pay them undue respect, and none of it has anything to do with what he wants.

Sebastian watches something flicker in his eyes, a momentary break in the solid wall before it closes up again. “Yes, Dr. Tate,” he says with an automatic obedience that flips Sebastian’s stomach. His lips part just slightly as if he is going to say something else, but instead he glances pointedly down toward one of his wrists. The way he holds it allows Sebastian to see the silver hook attaching him to the table with what looks to be a similar mechanism to a heavy-duty carabiner.

Oh. There is no key for these. Just a simplified method that doesn’t allow the restrained person any access to release the clip.

He wastes no time crossing back to him. “You’re not going to start swinging on me, are you?” Sebastian says, mostly as a joke to cut the tension, but it’s the wrong thing to say, and he knows it as soon as the boy’s eyes darken and fall away to his lap.

“No, S— Doctor Tate. S-sorry,” the boy stumbles through a rushed assurance, still not meeting his eyes. “I didn’t mean to— I… it wasn’t…” He seems to slow himself with considerable effort, forcing in a deep breath, then out again. “I’m sorry. I will not step out of line again,” he finishes in a quiet, frustrated tone of defeat.

Sebastian is glad for the distraction of unbuckling his cuffs, which he goes straight to work on, because he’s not sure what to say to any of that. “Sorry,” he murmurs as he frees his left hand from the restraint. “I was only kidding.”

Another thought pops into his head, and only just stops himself from saying, “Whatever happened, I’m sure those Handlers had it coming.”

Once he is freed, Sebastian tosses the cuffs onto the counter, eager to get them out of his hands. The patient wraps his arms around his middle as soon as he’s able to, keeping his shoulders drawn in even now that he has full mobility to sit up. Sebastian forces himself into clinical mode. He may feel out of his element here and his sense of morality may be steadily decaying in this place with each passing day, but he’s a good doctor. He knows he is. And he needs to remember that he is the one with any amount of power in this room, and he isn’t doing either of them any favors by floundering helplessly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before we do anything else,” he says decisively, turning with a bit more confidence in his step to wet some paper towels in the sink.

“Thank you.” His patient accepts them with something like genuine gratitude, bringing the damp towel to his nose. It seems the bulk of the active bleeding has stopped, so they at least have that going for them.

It takes a conscious effort to stop himself from staring as the boy cleans himself off with soft, calculated movements. Instead, Sebastian tears himself away to claim the stool in front of the monitor beside the bed. One quick scan of his key card gains him access to the patient intake home screen.

“So, um.” Sebastian clears his throat. “Let’s try that again, shall we? What can I call you?”

“110750, Domestic Services,” the answer comes automatically, as if he didn’t need to be in his own head to recite the words from memory.

Wordlessly, Sebastian types the numbers into the system. A moment later, a digital chart appears in front of him, and he has to bite down on his cheek to keep from cursing. The photo in the top right corner is dated just over nine months ago, but the person in it looks… so fucking young.

He can’t help but toss a glance at the man on the bed he had just unshackled, gingerly wiping his injuries, and then back at the screen. Less than a year separated the two faces, and yet there was a world of difference etched into the space beneath his eyes, the posture of his spine and shoulders, the hollowness of his gaze. In the photo, he looks afraid. Here, in front of him though, he looks… dismantled.

Which is a horrible thing to think about someone, Sebastian scolds himself immediately. Had things gone differently in his own life and Sebastian himself had somehow landed in this boy’s position, he is quite sure he wouldn’t be handling it with an ounce of the composure most of these people seem to have. He doesn’t like to think about that.

“Here you are,” he says mostly to fill the silence, nodding toward the screen. “Let’s see…” His eyes scan down the monitor until he sees the highlighted red portion at the bottom, which generally lists the reason for admittance. In his, he finds two lines he immediately wishes he could unread.

Domestic Return Intake Physical.

Comprehensive STI Panel.

As if the words themselves are not enough, it’s the small text inserted next to the second line — only the second line — that really delivers the blow. In barely-there letters next to a bold asterisk, it reads:

RFR.

Sebastian has seen just enough during his probationary period, in the fleeting glances over Dr. Geer’s shoulder, to understand its meaning.

Redact From Record.

Sebastian’s mouth feels dry around the swallow he attempts. Despite his best efforts, he’s sure his expression is not as impassive as he hopes. The screen is angled away from his patient, but if what they say about some Companions still losing their literacy during training is true, maybe that doesn’t matter. WRU claims that’s no longer a part of the training process since their rebranding, but as Sebastian is well aware, it wouldn’t be the first or most heinous lie they’ve told. Not by a long shot.

With the words buzzing around like angry hornets in his skull, Sebastian forces himself to turn toward patient 110750. The blood has been mostly wiped from his face, leaving only trace amounts of pink-tinged skin in its wake, and he has pressed the paper towel into a soiled wad in his fist.

He is watching Sebastian carefully, like he’s preparing himself for something. Or… like he’s preparing himself for anything, because of course he can’t know what to expect, only that he is helpless to prevent whatever comes. The haunting revelation tucked away inside his patient file is kerosene on the wildfire of Sebastian’s imagination, supplying him with a litany of past horrors that must be swimming behind those eyes to fill them with a dread so pure.

He suddenly remembers the Handler’s words when they had dragged him in, and it makes more sense now. “Freaked the fuck out at strip and started throwing punches.”

Sebastian can imagine why.

Overturning the Romantic division of WRU had been the largest, most public part of their new regime. It had come on the heels of several small pockets of the company being blown wide open to expose the outlawed buying, selling, and subsequent abuse of minors within the system. At that point, they’d been left with little choice but to make a big move to save face in whatever way they could.

There had been liberators that moved in some of Sebastian’s (very small) circles in undergrad. He had heard their vocal disdain for the company’s half-hearted attempts. Sebastian had never once stood in defense of the system, but perhaps some small part of him had always hoped for a grain of truth in their promise to turn over a new leaf, if only for the poor people who are stuck inside of it.

Now, there’s no shielding himself away from the truth that had always existed, and he felt like an idiot for ever believing their intentions could ever be anything but malicious. Divisions and legalities aside, the people here are given numbers instead of names and sworn to a secrecy disguised as confidentiality regarding the people who have unlimited access to them. They have no legal standing. They have no power.

The word “Domestic” is etched into this boy’s designation line, but Sebastian knows that doesn’t mean shit.

Now, Sebastian looks into his wide, guarded eyes and thinks about how his first task as a solo practitioner is going to be forcing this person to undergo a full panel of invasive testing. And he feels the first spark of what he’s sure will stoke a flame of the desire to see this place burn.

#Do No Harm: Jaime & Sebastian #bbu #like bbu adjacent?#tw: noncon #tw: human trafficking #tw: medical setting #tw: blood #tw: restraints

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thebestpersonherelovesbucky · 3 years

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Falcon and the Winter Soldier: Ep. 4 Takeaway

Uh. No. No, I was not in any way, shape, or form prepared for that heart-wrenching opening. That raw emotion. The gut-punching fear. The devastation. The soul massive relief from under all that fear and pain. No, I was not ready.

“She’s just a kid.” This is why Sam should be Captain America. Look, no one can replace Steve Rogers. There will never be another Steve Rogers. But that’s not the point. Sam isn’t meant to replace anyone. He’s meant to be his own Captain America. A man who has the heart and soul of a person who doesn’t go looking for a fight. A man who will fight when it needs to be done. A man who reaches out with compassion first and fists second. Sam is the Captain America this world needs in these modern times and tbh it doesn’t deserve him.

“Those are our friends you’re talking about.” “The Avengers, not the Nazis.” Thank you for your contribution, Bucky. 😂 No, but, I really liked the our friends. Not just my friends, but our friends and Bucky concurring with that by pointing out who Sam means.

Sam sharing the story about his TT. His family means so much to him as does community and I think that’s why he can relate to Karli and what she wants to do but also cannot condone how she’s going about it.

Yes, if anyone wondered, Baron Zemo would sell out his family to the White Witch for some Turkish Delight.

I do like Zemo stepping back into the more villainous role. While I enjoyed the humor from last episode, it never really sat right with me that they gave Zemo a “tragic” backstory. He was Hydra in the comics and it feels weird to me to change it in such a way. He was a supremacist so his new anti-supremacist ideals is...off-putting to me.

“It wasn’t just one community coming together. It was the entire world.” Hence why Sam can understand Karli’s goals.

Sam assuming the leadership role so much in the episode. So much foreshadowing to what’s (hopefully) to come.

When Bucky loses it with Zemo and Sam is like “Don’t engage. He’s just gonna extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing.” Not only is this more leadership from Sam it’s also showing how much he pays attention. He knows all their social cues. He knew Zemo was gonna do that probably before Zemo even did. In other words, Sam Wilson is remarkable.

Sam calling Sharon for help. I wasn’t expecting her again so soon. Yay!!

As soon as John Walker steps on screen I want to punch something.

“He’s dealt with worth. And he’s not my partner.” Look at Bucky backing Sam up while trying to play it cool. We all know you love him, Buck.

Sam talking to Karli. Coming to her from a place of understanding and genuinely trying to earn her trust because he does understand her pain. He’s filled with so much compassion and so much empathy and he knows how to employ both of them to better a situation and the world at large instead of coming in guns blazing. He gets it. And he wants Karli to know that he gets it. His approach to getting her to see that she’s going about it in the wrong way. But while she’s okay with acceptable loss, she in fact expects it, Sam is not. “No, it’s not a better place if you’re killing people. It’s just different.” Again, this is what makes him a good Captain America.

“He knows what he’s doing.” Bucky’s faith and trust in Sam when Walker is literally itching for a fight. That...cold, obsessed look in Walker’s eyes was chilling. (I’ve given kudos to Mackie and Seb for their acting but I should also acknowledge Wyatt Russel’s chilling performance))

Thank you, John Walker, for coming in and making things better oh wait, no. Just come in a fuck things up. Super of you.

Sam’s immediate “no” when Zemo asked if he’d take the serum if he was offered it and asking about Bucky being included in the “super soldiers cannot be allowed to exist.” “Blood isn’t always the solution.” Sam is just. I’m running out of words.

I’m now walking a thin line of patience with Bucky criticizing Sam over not taking the Shield. Like, yes, he’s right in that Steve’s wishes were not honored, but Sam is living the consequences wanting to do the right thing by giving the Shield to a museum. He did not and would not have ever handed it over to anyone to use, especially not a man like John Walker. Sam didn’t give it to him. The government did. The same way they’d’ve given the serum to a man like Gilmore Hodge. The same way they forced it upon Isiah Bradley and then experimented on him and locked him away. The same way they “agreed” that Sam was doing the right thing by turning the Shield over and then handing it to John Walker. This is not Sam’s fault.

I could take hours of Ayo and the Dora Milaje kicking John Walker’s ass.

Ayo and the Dora Milaje.

Did I mention Ayo and the Dora Milaje?

I really want to know what Ayo said to Bucky there**. After everything the Wakandans did for him, I can understand why she did what she did. She helped give his freedom and his mind back to him. I know Bucky only intercepted in that particular fight because Sam asked him to and he didn’t (not totally) want them to hurt Walker but. They gave him this place of freedom and his actions (breaking Zemo out, getting involved in their fight) did disrespect them.

The Dora stepping on and catching the Shield. SWOON.

“They weren’t even super soldiers.” Oh, boo freaking hoo. You don’t need the serum to be a superhero, dude. And the fact that you’re basing so much of this on that plus your obesssion to gt it just proves you’re not worthy of it.

“Power just makes a person more of themselves, right?” Vs. “Because a strong man, who has known power all his life, will lose respect for that power. But a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows compassion."

Seriously, the expressions John Walker makes sends chills down my spine.

Karli calling Sarah. I actually thought she’d show up in person. Sarah’s comments about “Captain America” and her assurances that Sam is not working for Walker.

Sam’s immediate protectiveness when Sarah calls him and Bucky’s worry on his behalf. Sam’s anger with Karli when they meet again and the fact that he didn’t argue with Bucky for him wanting to come rather than Sam going in alone.

Sam and Bucky working together (anyone notice a lot less bickering??) is so amazing. I love them as a team.

Sam’s face when he realizes that Walker took the serum.

Quite honestly, if Bucky Barnes wanted to stab me with knives all night long, I’d let him.

Not happy with them killing Lemar for white man pain. I’m sure there were other ways they could have had Walker rage out.

That amazing parallel between Steve slamming the Shield down in Civil War to defend himself and Bucky and Walker killing a person who was just with Karli.

Speaking of parallels, there was SO many in this episode. The serum vials being shattered. The bursting through the doors Shield first. The jumping out of the window with the Shield. Just wow.

“The Whole World is Watching”. A quote from Black Panther when T’Challa did not kill Klaue, an actual terrorist. The title of this episode when John Walker kills a man who didn’t even incite his rage.

And, of course, that final image. I’m still shaking over it. If there’s a better image for what America represents to the rest of the world, idk what is. I just want to cry after seeing what this man is doing with it. This is why he’s U.S. Agent who represents the “power” and “strength” and “might” of the United States. Not Captain America who represents the ideals and hopes of what any country can be.

The acting in this is utterly incredible. The story has me reeling. My mind has been blown by each and every episode and I can’t believe there are only two left.

**Edit: Got it now! Thanks to those who messaged/replied!!

#Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #John Walker #Falcon and the winter soldier #Lemar Hoskins #Baron Zemo #marvel #Sharon Carter #mcu shows #fws spoilers #mcu #long post #my stuff #thoughts

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nooneelsecomesclose17 · 3 years

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Am I a fool to think that there's a little hope - Part 4

This fic is growing yet I feel like I'm only writing a tiny bit at a time. Anyway I'm playing fast and loose with prison visiting here because Victoria has feelings and her brother needs to hear what an idiot he's been...Aaron's had his turn.

Robert's surprised but also he's not when the guard tells him he has a visitor the following afternoon. The rule is one visit a fortnight and he's got two in two days. He knows it's Vic even before he goes into the visiting room. He dreads to think what she's done to wangle another visit and decides he's probably better off not knowing.

Since Aaron left the day before he's done nothing but worry about what he'd said, about Liv, about the business and cursing himself for thinking Aaron would be better off. It sounded like it was anything but. He'd wanted to ask, wanted to know everything but Aaron couldn't get out of there fast enough.

He'd barely had chance to think about his case, if there was one, too focussed on Aaron, and he knew Victoria would be wanting answers, answers he just didn't have. He needed to talk to his solicitor. He'd asked for her to be contacted but nothing moved that fast in here, it'd take time for her to visit he knew that.

"Robert!" He smiles as she hugs him, gently pushing her away when one of the guards glares at him.

"Hi Vic. Are you alright? Aaron said you weren't up to much."

"Oh no, I'm fine now. Speaking of Aaron, what did you say to him, he was in a foul mood all night long."

"Never mind that." He can't stop smiling, her mood is infectious like that and he realises just how much he's missed her. "Just how did you manage to get another visit?"

"Oh...well I tried explaining that I'd been ill and when that didn't work I got on to your solicitor and...well she might've implied that it was a family emergency."

"Vic! You can’t do things like that."

"You would." He opens his mouth, then shuts it because she's not exactly wrong. "Anyway, it is. You could get out Rob! That's massive."

"Hold on, Aaron said it was a tiny chance, and besides, are you alright? Must've been a shock, Luke coming out like that and all this." He's stalling, he knows she wants him to jump for joy but he just doesn't have it in him.

"Oh I'm fine, I'm better off. You need to talk to your solicitor, and then we can get started on an appeal."

"Vic, slow down. I pleaded guilty, I took responsibility. Are you sure anyone's going to care?"

"I will, your nephew will." She paused. "Seb will."

"Don't." There wasn't a day went by without him thinking of his little boy, wondering what he'd be doing, if he was still cheeky, if he even knew who he was anymore. In his darker moments he imagined him calling Ross 'Daddy' and the three of them being the perfect happy family. "How is he?"

"I don't know. Rebecca's pretty much cut us all off. Diane managed to get to see him a few months back but she's heard nothing since. You know she stopped Aaron seeing him, not long after Christmas last year, right after the divorce papers arrived." He stares at her, wished she'd say it was a joke. He knew they hadn't had any kind of formal agreement but he'd never expected Rebecca to do that. She knew how much Seb loved Aaron. He was beginning to realise just how much he'd messed up, and Aaron had every reason to be mad at him.

"I've made such a mess. Is he...he said the business isn't good and Liv's in a mess." He reaches for her hand. "How is he really Vic?"

"Things are...difficult right now. We've not really been close the last few months, he had issues with Luke and Wendy and everything, and now I realise how much of an idiot I've been."

"It's not your fault, Vic."

"He's lonely. Even with..." She trails off and he knows she was going to mention a bloke, he's not stupid. He'd wanted this after all, he just hadn't realised just how much it would hurt.

"He's with someone?"

"Sort of, I think. Ben. He's alright, and they're...I don't think it's anything official, they're just hanging out, and Ben's helping with Liv. You can't be mad about it Rob."

"No I know. Hurts all the same."

"You might be my big brother but you're a proper idiot. Cutting him off like that, and me! What were you thinking?"

"I've been through all this with him, don't you start."

"I will start. You'll say it was for the best and that, but it wasn't. Not for me, and definitely not for Aaron. Neither of us care that it'd be a pain making the journey down here, or that it's for years. We love you, but you won't let us!"

He shakes his head, he knows she's right. He knows why, it's always been the same. Ever since he was sent away all those years ago, he just never feels as though people will stay with him, that they'll get fed up, that he's not worth it. So he gets in first, pushes them away, cheats, anything rather than be hurt.

"Vic, stop, please."

"No. You're my brother and I lost you before. Andy's gone, you're stuck here and it's just been me. I needed you, even if it was just a phone call or a letter. You've been all alone because you're stubborn."

"It was for the best. All of you should just get on with your lives and forget about me."

"Well tough, it doesn't work like that! You know, Aaron wasn't going to come with me, even though I asked, but he did because he wanted to see you despite everything. Left Ben to do it, what does that tell you?"

"That he's a good mate."

"No, that he misses you. First mention of you and he goes all Aaron, storming off and hiding away. He still loves you, you idiot." He shakes his head, doesn't want to believe it. He's managed to push all those thoughts aside and he doesn't want them coming back up again and torturing him.

"Didn't feel like that yesterday."

"Of course it doesn't. He thinks you don't want him. Honestly the two of you drive me mad. Look, say you do get out of here, wouldn't you want him back?"

"Of course I would, but he's with this Ben now."

"Pfft." He laughs a little and her face. "He'd take you back the second you walked in the village and you know it."

"Maybe once."

"You're so infuriating."

"So are you. I don't want to talk about Aaron anymore. Tell me what's been going on in the village." He let her chatter wash over him, too much going on in his head to even start to sort out. If he was lucky enough to get out, would he want to go back to the village where most of the residents didn't like him. He wasn't stupid he knew they tolerated him for Aaron. No doubt the Dingles hated his guts, and then there was Wendy. Maybe it'd be better all round if he just started afresh, or stayed where he was. He just didn't know what to do for the best. He needed time.

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Aaron throws his keys on the table, glad the house is quiet. He's exhausted. Vic had tried talking about Robert all the way home, so much so he'd contemplated getting the train home. Trying to tell him he still loved him, knew he'd been an idiot. He didn't care, no that was a lie, of course he did, but he was afraid to believe it. Besides what good would it do unless Robert changed his mind and let him back in.

He should call Ben, try and explain, try and make it up to him, except he really wasn't sure he wanted to anymore.

He's half asleep when his phone rings and he doesn't recognise the number.

"Hello?"

"Hi." The gasp sounds loud in the quiet room, the voice so familiar and so unexpected. "So, you married an idiot."

He can't help it, he starts laughing, hears Robert joining in and that's all there is for a good few minutes.

"I missed you." He doesn't say anything. "I know it's my fault, all of it and it shouldn't have taken my little sister pecking my head about it all afternoon, but...I'm sorry."

"I know. I missed you too." He feels the tension leave him, Robert always managed to do that.

"If I'm...Vic said, about Ben. If I'm...if you want me to go that's fine, I will, I just...I...wanted you to know."

"Yeah. Ben's...he's a mate." Not strictly true, but deep down he'd known it'd never be more than that, no matter how hard he tried. "I'm still mad at you."

"Yeah. Kinda mad at myself too. Listen, Vic said...about Rebecca stopping Seb visiting. I'm so sorry Aaron, I never thought she'd do that."

"Yeah well, I think she was just waiting for the chance. You know she never really liked me all that much." It hadn't mattered when Robert was there, he'd put up with it because as long as Seb was happy he didn't care.

"Still...if things go the right way, that's the first thing I'm changing."

"You're going to appeal then?"

"You have met Vic, right? As if she'd let me do anything else." He sighs and Aaron can hear a commotion in the background. "I've nothing to lose have I? If I lose I'm still in here the same amount of time. If I win then I get my life back, at least some of it."

"All of it." Robert pauses, and Aaron knows he's thinking he's misheard.

"Yeah?" His voice sounds just like it had so many times, when he couldn't quite believe what was happening.

"Yeah. I'm still mad as hell at you and we will be talking about you making stupid decisions all by yourself, but yeah...throughout our lives together, remember?"

"And if it takes a while? Or...if it doesn't work?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

They talk a bit longer, about nothing at all, just chatting like they used to and he realises just how much he's missed it. When they finally have to hang up he's smiling. He knew there was one more thing he had to do.

"Ben? It's me. Can you come over? We need to talk."

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It'd taken months, of legal wrangling, of trying to find Luke, months of visits to the Isle of Wight, of expecting every time to be turned away because Robert had changed his mind, but now it was the last time.

"Quit your pacing, you're making me dizzy."

"I can't help it. What if..."

"What if nothing. You heard the judge. He's free. He'd be here now if he'd been in court." He nodded, he knew that, but the restrictions still meant video appearances, so here they were waiting for all the paperwork to be finished before they could see Robert.

Vic had wanted to come with him, only Harry having a raging temperature had stopped her, so he'd asked Cain, the only member of his family who hadn't tried to talk him out of it all.

"Daddy coming?" He turned to see Seb poking his head out of the car window. Robert had somehow managed to convince Rebecca to restart their visits and he and Seb had been slowly getting to know each other again.

"Soon mate, promise."

"I'm hungry."

"I know. We'll get something as soon as he's here." Satisfied the little boy goes back to the game on Aaron's phone. "Do you think...is it wrong that I don't want to go back?"

"To Emmerdale? Why."

"You've seen what it's like. Mum, Paddy, everyone telling me what they think, how bad he is for me."

"Do you care what they think? You know the truth, they'll come round. If they don't, you've got your family Aaron. Your Mum's the one who'll lose out."

"I know. I just wish she'd try."

"Yeah well, she's stubborn. Just like him." Aaron follows his gaze, sees Robert standing outside the entrance to the prison, looking around, as if he can't quite believe he's out. "Go on then, go get your husband back."

He doesn't need telling twice, runs across the road, probably startling Robert as he throws his arms around him.

Everything would be alright now. He had Robert back.

#robron fic #i just decided that aaron would despatch liv somewhere #basically i didn't want to get into it #i hope this finishes it off satisfactorily #and seb's back where he should be #all is right with the world

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lylethewarblerguy · 3 years

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"Longing for Something To Rescue Me"

As mentioned earlier I’m working on a Kurtbastian fic. And I wanna see if people would be interested in reading it, so here’s a draft of the first chapter. This one doesn’t have any actual Kurtbastian in it, it’s just the set up for Sebastians side of the story.

Quick fic description:

Sebastian is back in town after his father passed away and Kurt is still struggling to get over his breakup with Blaine. After running into each other at the Lima Bean the two men, each dealing with their own heartaches, end up saving and rebuilding each other.

Quick chapter description:

Sebastian is reminiscing about his dad, who recently passed away, whilst on his way to the Lima Bean with Nick. Once they get there Sebastian sees someone familiar.

Characters (in this chapter):

Sebastian, Sebastian’s dad, Nick, Kurt (at the very end)

Ch. 1, “You let me walk this road alone”

He hasn’t cried. It’s been two weeks since his dad died. Two weeks since Sebastian officially became an orphan. And so far he hasn’t cried once. The funeral was yesterday and people kept asking him about it as if he’s supposed to. As if there’s some kind of weird social rule that you have to cry when bad things happen. Well, Sebastian never has been one for following the rules.

Every time something bad has happened, something truly awful, Sebastian has always gone to his dad. As far as Sebastian’s concerned he was the greatest father that anyone could ever have. He has a lot of happy memories with his dad but one stands out as his clear favourite. He was a little kid, maybe six or seven, and he really wanted a tie. Not one of those fake ones that comes sewn tied, he had plenty of those. He wanted a real one, like his dads. It was late, and his parents were busy. Little Sebastian asked his dad for one of those real ties and was immediately brought to his wardrobe. After letting the kid pick any tie from his collection, Sebastian's dad sat down with some scissors and a little sewing kit and altered a blue tie with Winnie the Pooh on it to be exactly the right size for his son. After getting some instructions Sebastian spent the rest of the night practicing how to tie it. His dad never was the greatest at sewing, but the mistakes just made Sebastian treasure the effort even more. He has been carrying that tie around with him everywhere for fourteen days straight. People keep telling him that he reminds them of his father, and to Sebastian, there truly is no greater compliment.

What he tells people is that he hasn’t cried because he’s not, in his own words, a little bitch. But in reality, he hasn’t cry because he isn’t sad. He was sad when his mother died, and he cried about it for days. But now, well, now he just feels empty. The two people meant to protect him from the horrors of the world, meant to be there for him, supporting him in his achievements and grieving with him for his losses, the two people he’s supposed to be able to count on for anything are… dead. He has never felt this alone in his entire life.

Well, at least he has Nick. It’s not every friend who would drop their whole lives just to come support you as you get your dead dads affairs in order. They just got done with tying up loose ends with some of Sebastian’s new inheritance and decided to stop by for coffee on their way back home. As soon as they get in view of the Lima Bean sign a now uncommon sight occurs as a smile spreads on Sebastian’s face.

“Wow, I haven’t seen heart eyes like that since Jeff was looking at puppy pictures the day before we left New York. I knew we went here often but, Seb, do you wanna fuck a coffee shop?” Nick jokes with a pretend disgusted tone.

“Oh, shut up.” Sebastian laughs. “Are you and Jeff thinking of getting puppies?”

“Jeff’s thinking about it, I’m not. First, our landlord won’t let us, second, I’m allergic, remember, and I am not getting a naked dog. And third, don’t change the subject.” Nick takes a beat and his voice becomes softer, like that of a man who hasn’t seen his best friend smile in days. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, just happy memories.” Sebastian and Nick smile at each other. They sit in silence for a bit as they drive into the parking lot and Nick parks the car. “You could always get a samoyed. They’re hypoallergenic.”

Nick looks at Sebastian like he just told him coffee gives you erectile dysfunction. “Tell that to Jeff and you and I are done, professionally and romantically.” Nick laughs and gets out of the car.

Sebastian follows suit and laughs as he clutches his chest dramatically. “Oh no, not professionally.” He says in a jokingly mocking tone.

Nick smiles. “Are you coming with me?”

“You know I’m not.” He never is.

See, despite public belief, Sebastian actually hates entering the Lima Bean and tries to avoid it at all cost. No one knows why. When asked about it he usually just jokes and says it’s because of something to do with crowded places and the ‘stench of the working class’. That’s how Nick became their designated coffee getter in high school. Nick, and the occasional Jeff, goes in and gets the coffee, whilst Sebastian and David stay outside by the car. The way it’s always been. The way it should be, at least if you ask Sebastian.

As soon as Nick has left Sebastian takes out a cigarette and lights it. He stands there, leaning against the car, for what feels like forever, but was realistically closer to a few seconds, just thinking. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees the door opening and someone walking out. He doesn’t know why but he gets a sudden urge to turn around and look to see who it is. Exiting the coffee shop is someone breathtakingly familiar. Sebastian takes the cig out of his mouth and stares bewildered towards the Lima Bean door. Looking like he just remembered something, or someone, that he hasn’t thought about for a long time.

“Kurt?”

#sebastian smythe #lyle the fic guy #kurtbastian #i guess #cause the whole thing will be kurtbastian #but this part kinda isn't really i guess

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gendercraft · 3 years

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When I Fell Overboard [Chapter Eight: Never Been The Type To Trust]

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Synopsis: Sebastian struggles with his relationship with Maru as she strives to get close to him. Meanwhile, he and Elliott get closer and closer.

Trigger warnings: Panic attacks, fighting, snapping, potentially unsympathetic Robin, crying, food mention, let me know if I missed anything please

Fall came around full force. Nearly overnight, the leaves turned red and orange and yellow, crisp breeze carrying them across the cobble walkways. Pierre and Caroline had Abigail help them hang a huge sign above their entranceway advertising their ‘one of a kind’ and ‘Joja-free’ pumpkin seeds. Gus brought out a new menu, similarly pumpkin themed, but Sebastian couldn’t say he hated the spiced pumpkin mead.

He and Elliott spent most days together. Any time he had to pull himself away, either to get some alone time or catch up with Abigail and Sam, they stood behind Elliott’s closed door with their arms wrapped around each other, Sebastian safely cradled against Elliott as they promised to meet again soon.

Sebastian was falling hard. Every time he saw Elliott, he couldn’t help but smile. Elliott would do something small, like whisper an “aha!” when he figured out how to fix a plot hole, or accidentally burnt himself with his raspberry tea, or made too many crab cakes and had to share, and all Sebastian could think was, “I love you.”

It was becoming a little bit of a problem. Elliott showed no signs of feeling the same way, gave Sebastian no hints, nothing to work off of. He eventually broke and spent a good twenty minutes venting to Sam and Abigail, who stared at each other, and then him, and then each other, then Sam sighed and left the room.

“What’s his problem?” Sebastian asked, face hot.

“You. You’re an idiot.” Abigail grabbed her drumsticks. “Come on, if we start he’ll come back in.”

Abigail was spending a suspicious amount of time with Maru. Occasionally Abigail would come over while Sebastian was working and stay shut inside Maru’s room until he finished, sometimes for hours. There was an awful lot of laughing, though Sebastian couldn’t understand why.

He eventually accepted that if she and Abigail were going to be friends, Maru and Sebastian had to be a little more than civil. Not quite friends themselves, but close. So when Maru reached out, he forced himself to stop snapping back. He still didn’t like that she was so insistent on them having a good relationship, didn’t understand why she didn’t already have enough—you’re stealing my best friend and you want me, too?—but he had to let it go. He couldn’t lose Abigail. He’d die.

“Is it cool if I invite Maru with us to the saloon tonight?” Abigail asked during band practice one day.

“Sure,” Sebastian mumbled. “Oh, and Elliott gave the okay for next week.” Sebastian asked if the three of them could use his cabin to rehearse one day so they could see how their songs would sound how they were meant to, on the piano.

“Awesome.” Sam plugged his guitar into the amp with a wicked grin. “I am ready to give my mom a headache.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

After practice, they headed out to the saloon, an order of pizza and a round of beers already waiting for them. Sam gave Shane a cheerful wave and a smile, who returned it with a grunt.

Abigail hopped onto Journey of the Prairie King, cussing the arcade machine out while Sebastian killed Sam in pool. Elliott showed up to drink his share of the beer and wrap his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders from behind. Sebastian blushed under everyone’s stares, but couldn’t bring himself to push Elliott away. It always made Sebastian so happy when Elliott touched him, a feeling of me, he’s choosing me. He could have anyone else right now and he’s choosing me.

It was hard to push aside the dread piercing Sebastian’s stomach when Maru came through the saloon doors. He focused on the game, not meaning to ignore her but trying to act casual and, well, taking it too far.

“Hey, Sebastian.” Maru smiled.

He glanced up. “Hey.”

They stared for a moment, then Maru stepped aside to join Abigail at the machine.

“So how are things going with you?” Elliott asked, giving him space to shoot.

Sebastian bent over the table slightly with his pool cue. His tongue poked between his lips as he analyzed the set up, then moved and shot, hitting three of his balls into the holes and knocking aside two of Sam’s.

“Damnit!” Sam side. “Fuck, Seb.”

Sebastian grinned. Then he remembered Elliott’s question and it faded. “Right. Um… fine, I guess? I mean, she’s here, right?”

Elliott nodded slowly. “Right… is she still asking for your help with the robot?”

“Yeah. Every other day, pretty much.”

“Why don’t you help her?” He rested a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder.

“She doesn’t need my help,” Sebastian muttered.

“I think she does,” Elliott said gently.

Sebastian shook his head and leaned against the pool table while Sam considered his move with a snail’s pace.

“What does it matter?” Sebastian asked in frustration. “I thought you were staying out of it, remember?”

Elliott smiled nervously. “Right.”

They played a little while longer, until Sebastian won and they were all tipsy. They stumbled out the saloon doors, milling around for a second while they figured out who was going with who.

“Did you still want to see those videos of the Stardew caves?” Abigail asked, shyer than usual.

Maru nodded with a smile. “I have a good computer. Wanna spend the night?”

She nodded. “Sebastian, you coming?”

“Uh…” He glanced to Elliott, tipsy enough to allow the hope to show plainly on his face.

Elliott laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist. “You can spend the night with me. You know I never mind.”

“Well, I’m going to my own house,” Sam said, holding his hands up. “Have fun.”

Maru, Abigail, and Elliott laughed, and they all split ways. Sebastian slipped his hand into Elliott’s when they were out of sight.

Elliott smiled at him. “Want me to read to you when we get home, my dear?”

Home.

Home home home.

Sebastian nodded. “Yeah.”

Then Sebastian saw it. He looked up and Elliott was smiling softly, his brows relaxed, eyes sparkling. He was… happy to see Sebastian.

Elliott chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing,” Sebastian murmured. “Just…” He bit his lip. How could he say this? He forced the words out, “just… happy to… to be… you know, to be with- with you.”

Elliott brightened. “That is so sweet! Sebastian!” He squeezed his hand as they stepped onto the beach, kicking sand as they went. “Before we head inside, do you want to go on a walk?”

With the alcohol buzzing pleasantly in his head and the moon hanging above them, there was absolutely nothing Sebastian would rather do. He nodded.

They strolled along the sand, headed towards the tidepools on the other side of the beach. When they arrived, Elliott broke off, and Sebastian missed holding his hand but it was worth it to watch him run around the tidepools, picking up shells and holding them to the starlight. He came over to Sebastian with a small, smooth black and purple shell and held it out to him.

“Reminds me of you,” he said sheepishly, and that was it, Sebastian was in love.

He cradled it in his hands, staring up at Elliott with the widest grin.

Kiss him.

Sebastian’s grin weakened. He couldn’t do that. He could never do that. What if he read everything wrong, and Elliott didn’t like him at all? Sebastian wouldn’t survive the embarrassment—or the guilt, if Elliott didn’t feel the same but kissed him anyway to spare Sebastian’s heart.

“I had a really good time with you tonight,” Elliott said softly. He stepped closer and fit his hand into Sebastian’s. He cupped Sebastian’s face. “I always have a good time with you.”

Sebastian couldn’t speak, just smiled up at him, eyes damn near close to watering.

“I was worried, with Maru being there. You guys always have so much- so much friction, and I know it upsets you. I don’t want anything to upset you. Maru is truly trying though, and it means a lot that—”

He stopped. His face flushed, eyes widening.

“I mean…”

Sebastian frowned. “What are you talking about? What does that mean?”

“No, nothing.” He brushed Sebastian’s hair back. “It was nothing.”

Sebastian took a step back. His hands trembled. “Have you been talking to Maru?”

He hesitated. “Sebastian…”

“Have you been talking to Maru?” He asked harder. “You promised you wouldn’t meddle in my relationships.”

“I- I know. And I’m sorry. But after we started getting close, she came to me, and she was so upset, Bastian-”

Sebastian shook his head, eyes squeezed closed. The shell fell to the sand. “You promised me. Why would you… I can’t believe you’d…”

“Please don’t be upset,” he begged. He stepped closer, and Sebastian stumbled back. “I just want you to be happy.”

“That’s none of your business!” Sebastian exploded. “I told you not to get involved, it’s none of your business whether Maru and I get along or not! I can’t believe you’d- you’d-”

Fuck, now his eyes were watering. Shit. He shook his head and turned, stumbling over the tidepools.

“Sebastian! Wait!”

“Just leave me alone, Elliott!”

He stormed away.

He was grateful it was so cold, because his body was hot, sweat pin-pricking his brow. He slammed the door open to his house and stormed towards Maru’s room. He banged on the door until she answered.

“Sebastian?” Her anger faded. “What is it?”

“I can’t believe you’d talk to Elliott behind my back,” he snapped. “You’re really so desperate to have a relationship with me that you’d trick me into it?”

“Seb?” Abigail peeked over Maru’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t even get the words out anymore. Part of him knew he was overreacting, knew he’d regret this, but his stomach boiled and his chest was tight and he was so, so angry, so upset that Elliott and Maru would…

He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Sebastian, you need to breathe,” Abigail said firmly.

Her cold hands cupped his face. He blinked his teary eyes open.

“Whatever you’re mad about, it’s okay,” she soothed. “You can figure it out.”

He turned and hurried away. He barely managed to get his bedroom door shut and locked before he sank to the ground, hands trembling and body numb.

He’d never been the type to trust people. In all honesty, he probably doomed his and Demetrius’ relationship from the start. Maybe he doomed his and Elliott’s, as well.

All he knew is he didn’t trust Elliott anymore, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

#stardew valley #sdv #sebastian sdv #elliott sdv #elliott/sebastian #when i fell overboard

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margseliserobbie · 2 years

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5 things about your partner you're most attracted to?

1. his big heart.

Sebastian has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known or met. He loves with his entire being, whether it’s his family, his friends or his fans. He’s so, so selfless, always putting others before himself. He’d do anything for the people he loves and cares about and shows so much kindness and love for people he doesn’t even know. Seb loves to give back, not because he feels he has to but because he wants to. He’s the best daddy in the world and shows our babies how loved they are every single day. Sebastian loves fatherhood and it shows. They have the best role model in him.

2. his determination and drive.

No matter what my husband sets out to do, he puts his all into it. Learn the drums in just a few months? No problem. Strict diet to drop an insane amount of weight for a role? Put that weight in muscle back on? Do his own stunts? His determination and the love he has for his craft is so inspiring. I think I speak for every person who’s witnessed him firsthand on a set when I say he makes you want to be better. Seeing how devoted he is and how much he puts into a character or a scene pushes others to be at their very best. He disappears into every role he steps into, which is why I didn’t even recognize him when he walked into the audition! I truly was surprised he was the hot guy from Marvel, the guy from Gossip Girl, etc. because each role he takes is so different and he completely disappears into each of them. As an actor, that’s something you truly strive for.

3. his sebastianisms.

His quirks, as they say. My personal favorite is cover his face as he laughs. He also likes to bow his head and smile as someone compliments him. When he thinks something is funny, he does this cute thing with his voice where he tries to talk through the laughter. The Sebastian Stan signature of licking his lips? That gets me every time. Let’s not even mention that thing he does with his tongue. That sounds dirty and yes, it could certainly count for that but I meant something else, haha. I could go on all day about his Sebastianisms and how adorable they are, honestly.

4. his vulnerability.

He's not afraid to say what’s on his mind or in his heart, at least not with me. He’s an open book about his anxieties and things that unsettles him. He lets others know it’s okay to talk about those insecurities or anxieties. Vulnerability doesn’t always mean talking about struggles, though. Writing love letters is also a form of vulnerability and I love his little love letters or love texts he leaves/sends me. We have a little tradition where if we can’t sleep, whether together or apart, we write out a love text to the other and let them know just how much we mean to one another. Something about being awake as you watch the love your life sleep safely in your arms brings out all the feels. He isn’t afraid to get cheesy and neither am I. We prefer it, actually. I could write a love letter or love texts to Sebastian every single day and never grow tired of it and I could never run out of things to say. I also ramble in every single one, just like I’m doing right now, haha.

5. and of course, his eyes, that smile, those lips, that face, that body..everything?

Have you seen my husband? Goodness gracious. I’m one lucky girl. Anthony Mackie was spot on when he iconically told him, “Sebastian Stan, man you’re looking good.” As beautiful as he is on the inside, he is on the outside and vice versa. He has the most gorgeous blue eyes you’ve ever seen, which he handed down to our little Pipes. It’s amazing I get anything done when he’s around because you really could get lost in those blue eyes. His smile could light up the whole world and truly does light up my whole world (as I mentioned above, we like to be cheesy in the Stan household so please bear with us). His arms are the safest place in the world and his laugh is the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. His voice is the most calming sound to me. To sum it all up, everything about Sebastian is attractive to me. I couldn’t simply choose five but lucky for me, I’m only a rule breaker when it comes to my husband and I gave you far more than five. Babe, if you’re reading this: I love you to the furthest moon and back and if it’s not wildly obvious, I miss you like crazy. @sebastianseb

#*seb #*robstan #*ask #*asks #tw: long reply #//I had this in my drafts for so long now

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aquilamage · 4 years

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“Court will adjourn for a thirty minute recess.”

Even with standing the moment the judge’s gavel sounded, Badd still had to wade through a crowd to get from his spot on the aisle of the first row of the gallery to the stairs outside. Fortunately, once out in the hall, the guards standing at the defendant lobby stepped aside to let him in without a word. The door clicked shut behind him, blocking out the murmur of the countless voices outside.

In contrast, this room was almost silent, save for Sebastian’s crying. He sat in the middle of the couch, curled up on himself, shaking with big gasping sobs.

To one side of him, Kay dropped another tissue in his lap. She looked up as Badd approached, gave him a smile that only reached as far as the corners of her mouth. “Hey.”

He nodded back at her. Then, he sat on the free end of the couch. It was impossible to tell if Sebastian genuinely hadn’t noticed his arrival or simply wasn’t responding, but either way it left Badd at a loss for what to do. He’d had a substantial amount of practice over the past few weeks, but it would have been much easier if he could simply hold him, like he does with Kay. At least that would be easy enough.

“Seb?” Kay waved her hand in front of where he could see. “I’m going to get you something to eat. Then I’ll be back, okay?” When he didn’t respond, she leaned forward slightly. “Okay?”

There was a long moment between, but he raised his head up enough to nod at her.

This time her smile had more substance to it.

He stared at the ground until the door closed again, and then a bit more, breathing still heavy but a little steadier. Slowly, he turned to look at Badd, blinking back tears. He opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say caught in his throat, and he pressed his hand over his mouth.

Shit, the kid was an absolute wreck right now. He’d been holding up remarkably well during the trial today, and maybe he should have been suspicious of that. If this was the cost, Badd wished he would’ve shown how upset he was sooner. Sebastian wrapped his arms around himself, hands grabbing at the fabric of his sleeves. It was strange seeing him out of his school uniform. The plain button-up made him look smaller, or that might have been in his posture.

Well, there was a thought. Badd sighed. “Here.” He slid the jacket off his shoulders and, watching Sebastian carefully for a reaction, draped it over him.

His expression didn’t change at first, but then he relaxed marginally, pulling the edges around himself like a blanket. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmured.

They lapsed into quiet again, Badd searching for something to say. The kid responded well to the right words, he’d seen that several times over with Edgeworth and Courtney. The key, though, was right, and most of the thoughts swirling around Badd’s head at that moment were of the sort about Debeste that he would not repeat to Sebastian under any circumstances, much less these. ……Yeah, maybe leave his father out of things completely for now. Find something else that could be reassuring and meaningful. Finally, he said, “You...did a good job in there.”

Immediately, Sebastian shook his head. “No I...I didn’t.” He wrapped his arms even tighter around his knees. “I kept messing up the words, and forgetting things, and,” he choked back a sob “and then I started crying. I was just a big idiot.”

It was technically true that Edgeworth had to talk him through parts of his testimony, with a few long pauses, but… “How many trials have you seen?”

He blinked. “Huh?”

“Have you ever actually watched a trial, before?”

“Um,” he appeared to give it some genuine thought, wrinkling his brow. “I think when I was little with- with Pops, but…”

Badd nodded, then reached over to grab the box of tissues for him. “I’ve seen plenty. You’re far from the first witness to cry on the stand. Especially one who’s been directly affected...by the culprit. And you won’t be the last.”

“But what if I messed everything up?” In the absence of anything else to fidget with, he started to run his fingers along one of the buttons of the coat. “If I did something wrong, and that means he doesn’t get-” He bit his lip, tensing his whole face.

“Hey.” He put as much weight behind the word as he dared, trying to keep his voice soft. “Listen,” One hand went to a spot on the couch next to Sebastian, close as he dared. “You told the truth, right? And everything you remember?”

Eyes red and still liberally teary, he looked over, and finally nodded.

“Between Courtney, Shields, Gumshoe, and Kay, you have someone backing up...most of your testimony. And Edgeworth’s the one who has the responsibility of prosecuting. You trust them?”

Another nod.

“Then just keep doing that, and we’ll…” get him convicted was the first thing to spring to mind, and while it was true, it’s what they all want (and the bastard certainly deserved it), again, not the right thing to say now. “We’ll make sure everything turns out right.”

Sebastian managed a weak smile. Readjusting the jacket, he took a few slow breaths. “Can I-” the words were so quiet as to almost be inaudible.

“Hmm?”

He startled. “Never mind!”

“No, what is it?”

Frowning, he turned his head fully away from Badd before he spoke. “Can I lean against you?”

The hesitancy, and even the twinge of outright fear in his voice didn’t surprise him, but it did feel like a hand was squeezing at his chest. With claws. He shouldn’t have even had to ask. Badd nodded before remembering himself. “Yeah. Of course.”

Sebastian made a tiny high sound, a messy breath that certainly heralded more crying, but shifted over until his head was rested against Badd’s shoulder, tucking the rest of himself in to follow.

Neither sad anything after that. This time was a more comfortable quiet, though, without the expectation of do something weighing down on him. Despite his earlier worry, Sebastian was hardly crying at all, the rhythm of his breath even against his side. This was the kind of situation he was used to. Kid didn’t even run anywhere near as warm as Kay, which helped that he wasn’t immediately overheating.

Speaking of: Kay walked back in, arms full. She paused for an almost imperceptible moment upon seeing the two of them, but kept going. “I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got a little of everything.”

Badd raised an eyebrow at her. At a glance, he would guess that she’d ventured down to the cafeteria instead of relying solely on the vending machines, but even that wasn’t a cheap option.

She smiled and shrugged, and dumped all of it on the table. “Hey, help me move this over,” she said, already tugging on one end.

As he did, he gave her another look.

From her bag she produced a wallet, which she flipped open to show an id with Edgeworth’s picture on it. Grinning, she put it back. Once the table was in place, Kay immediately turned her attention to Sebastian, scooting everything into his reach. “Help yourself.”

Blowing his nose one more time, Sebastian nodded. He accepted a water bottle, opening it to take a long drink before starting to go through the food.

They ate in relative silence. The food wasn’t bad – mostly packaged, but the sandwiches were fresh, even if they did taste and feel of having been in the fridge overnight. Sebastian had initially sat back on the middle cushion, pulling himself in to touch the others as little as possible. Until Badd murmured “I don’t mind...if you want to sit like before.” Then he carefully leaned against Badd again, angled better for eating. It was nice. Peaceful enough that you could almost forget where they were. He could only hope it was the same for the other two.

As he balled up his food wrappers, Badd checked the time. “Six minutes.” Beside him, Sebastian started to tense.

With a loud crackle of plastic, Kay tore open a packet of Swiss rolls. Carefully, she extracted one and held the second one out, wrapping-first, toward Sebastian. “I know today’s been hard, but we’re here for you, okay?”

Sebastian managed a smile, although his eyes had started to water. “Okay.” Then, smaller, as he took it, “thank you.”

Huh. Unless they’d had a conversation Badd didn’t know about, he wouldn’t have understood the full meaning behind Kay’s gesture. Not that it mattered. Her sentiment had still been made perfectly clear.

And as she broke the remaining Swiss roll in half and handed one piece to Badd, he realized it wasn’t meant only for Sebastian. He reached over the back of the couch and ruffled her hair, and she smiled.

By the time they finished eating, it was just about time for the trial to start. Kay swept the rest of the food into her bag, except for a full water bottle that she handed to Sebastian. “Mr. Edgeworth is pretty sure you won’t need to testify any more, so if you’d rather not sit down here again, you can go up in the gallery with Badd.”

(He remembered before the trial yesterday, when they’d mentioned that Sebastian could stay out of the courtroom when he wasn’t specifically needed. He’d never seen anyone yell that emphatically while crying before.)

“No.” He stood to his full height, a single tear rolling down his face. “I want to be there. It- It feels right.”

She nodded, and held her arm out for him.

Just as they got to the door, though, Sebastian skidded to a halt. “Oh! This is yours.” He reached to pull off the jacket that was still on his shoulders.

“Keep it on. If it makes you comfortable.” For a couple hours, he wouldn’t miss it, and he already suspected that something about the extra weight was comforting to the kid. Among other things.

He stared, wide-eyed. And then slowly, he pulled the jacket back securely into place, smiling.

“You’ll be fine, Sebastian. See you...in a bit.” With that, Badd left the two of them to head back into the trial.

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Can time heal everything? | The Old Guard | Booker x Fem!reader

ONE

Summary: Booker confesses his plan with Copley about how they all could be mortal again to his wife, the reader. Booker doesn't want to hurt his family and doesn't know how to stop Copley and Merrick before it's too late. The reader is heart-broken that her husband wanted to leave her to make his wish come true of being mortal again. Will they could stop Copley? Will the team trust Booker again? Will the reader and Booker find back to each other?

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Booker tried for the third time to tell you about the plan that Copley presented him, but he couldn't, you would hate him. But it was too late. The whole team were preparing for an unknown mission in South Sudan. But the mission was a camouflage for something that would put all of you in danger.

Could he really betray you?

No, he didn't want to. He saw this as an oppurtunity to find a way to have a mortal life with you and you could have children of your own. You told him you would know how much he loved you, but would you still love him if he betrayed you.

You wouldn't forgive him and he would lose you like he had lost his first family.

He knew it was wrong what he did, but was there still chance to stop all of this?

He needed to tell you to find it out.

“Y/N!” he shouted and you came in the bathroom a few seconds later.

“Everything okay?” you asked worried when you saw his sad face.

“I am sorry… I don't know what to say… I was wrong… please, Y/N…,” he stuttered and his eyes shimmered with tears.

“Why are you sorry? What happened?”

You were confused about your husband's behaviour and took his hands in yours. He looked pained and you thought for a moment that he will confess you he cheated on you or something, but this would be ridiculous. You were married for over hundred years. But you prepared yourself for the worst.

“I did something horrible. There is… there is no mission,” he answered quietly.

“What? I don't understand. What do you mean that there is no mission?” you responded shocked.

“It's fake. All of it. Copley doesn't work for the CIA anymore. He works for a man named Merrick…”

“Seb, what did you do?” you asked in a low voice. All emotion was gone and he dared to look at you, wide eyes and your lips pressed together in a thin line. “Talk,” you spoke loud and he flinched.

“Copley said he could find a way with Merrick's help to make us mortal.”

“Mortal? How and who is this Merrick?” you hustled him to tell you more.

“Merrick is the CEO of pharmacy company. He has scientists who would take tests with us to…”

Tests? That wasn't good. Your mind was racing and you couldn't understand what was really going on, but you understood that you and your family were in danger and you will do what was neccesary to save all of you.

“Give me your laptop. We need every information you have about Copley.”

Booker gulped when he heard your cold and demanding voice. He could see in your eyes that you were upset. What did he expect? He was sure that you will never forgive him that all of you nearly went in a trap. With slumbed shoulders he walked in the bedroom and gave you his laptop after he opened the file where he save all about his interactions with Copley.

“What is all about this fake mission?” you asked him furiously.

“Copley needs a proof that we are immortal. Otherwise the man, Merrick, wouldn't work together with him,” he explained with a broken voice.

“Sebastien, he won't help us to be mortal again. He want our immortality for his interests… Copley has no intentions to help us…,” you shouted at him and shook your head in disbelief. Your husband wanted to sell all of you to a man who would put you through a bunch of tests like you were some laboratory mice.

“I know it now…”

“I can't believe that you wanted this. That you even agreed to anything that Copley told you.”

“I did it for us. So we can have a family and grow old together,” Booker tried to excuse his behaviour.

“We are a family. We all five.”

“I'm sorry, please, I made a mistake. I realized that I don't want this. I know it was wrong.”

“Pray that your insight wasn't too late,” you said in a worried voice.

“I don't want anyone to get hurt,” he mumbled desperately. “Copled discovered our secret on his own and he contacted me with the offer that he could help to figure out what caused the immortality and how to be mortal again. I believed him, but he never said that it would involve all of us and I didn't realize until now.”

“Why didn't you tell me earlier?” you asked him offended.

“I was afraid and it was part of the deal that I won't tell anyone.”

You nodded with a tense jaw and tears stinged in your eyes. You looked at your husband and all you saw was the same broken man you met when you became immortal. You never chose this life, no one of your family did. It was destiny and you accepted your faith. Booker didn't. You knew about his wish of a normal life, but you never thought he would do such things like consider to betray his family. Actually he hadn't betrayed you yet, but he planned it and you couldn't decide what was the worst.

“Don't tell me you did this for us. You can't decide or speak for me. I'm disappointed. I thought you would tell me when you aren't happy with what we have. But we're married, we love each other and we promised us something back then.”

“Yes, I do love you,” he cried out. “And I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Please, believe me. We won't do the mission or even meet with Copley in person. Everything sounded good and Copley promised that no one would be hurt. But when he came up with this fake mission, I was unable to cope and I panicked. He wants all of us now and I don't how we can get out of this.”

Now you were confused again. His explanation revealed details that you didn't consider in your rage and now you got nervous that you understood his words wrong.

“Let me get this right now. You thought Copley would only involve you in his plan. He never mentioned the rest of us before until he told you about the condition with this fake mission?”

Booker nodded furiously.

“You never wanted to betray us?”

“Never, Y/N, I swear. I would never do this to you or Andy or Nicky and Joe. I just saw an oppurtunity that I could be human again. I trusted him. He told me about the fake mission first. He need a footage as a proof for the immortality and I agreed, because I thought he only would take me for the tests and all kind of this stuff. But two days ago he send me an email that he wants all of us and now I don't know what to do. I thought about so many things to get out of this, but I can't do this alone. He has too many informations about us, I'm sure he could find us everywhere if he wants to.”

You gulped at his words. You were relieved that he didn't plan to hand his family over to Copley, otherwise he gave informations about you away. You will have to deal with this later, because you needed to warn Andy, Nicky and Joe, so that they won't arrive in South Sudan and arrange to meet somewhere else to plan any further steps.

“You're an idiot, Sebastien. I have to say this and I won't apologize. All of Copley's plan is dangerous and if you would have really trusted him… well, I don't know what could happen, but you would be very stupid if you let these scientists make any tests with you. None of us will cooperate with Copley or this Merrick man.”

“I know I was an idiot. I… I hope we will find a way out of the misery I caused.”

“There's only one way, Sebastien. We need to find Copley before he finds us,” you simply responded and your eyes were back on the laptop.

Plans changed. We meet at our honeymoon house. Tomorrow. 8 p.m.

You send the messages to the others. You sighed frustrated and looked up at Booker. He seemed anxious and nervous. He tore at his hair and rubbed over his face. Yes, he really fucked up. But you tried to understand his reasons and why he handled like he did. Copley offered him a solution and he saw a chance to change his life. But this wasn't the right way and you knew your husband well enough that you could see he understood he made a mistake and regret his decision.

You were sad that he couldn't arrange himself with his immortality. When you and the others found him in 1813, all he wanted was to stay with his wife and children and you had been so kind to let him. You hadn't have the power to make him to come with you, but you thought it was the mistake he made. He craved for the mortal life of them and his family craved the gift of being immortal. They couldn't have what their hearts desired. Still on the present day Booker had this one wish and you knew it since the day you met him.

The love you shared helped him to get over the lost of his wife and you the both of you were happy, most of the time. The memories of his children, the hatred they felt for him after he wasn't capable of sharing the magic with them. Despite he fell in love with you, his broken heart never healed completely.

“I hope someday you can forgive me,” he whispered and turned his back on you.

“You trusted the wrong person and we have one last chance to stop before it ends worse for us than Copley already planned,” you spoke in a sad tone.

“Your decisions and actions… were selfish. I feel like I'm not enough for you. You intended to leave me. Making your wish come true and assuming I would want the same as you. I love you a billion times to the moon and back and I like the thought to spend an eternity with you. But to learn you want just a handful of years and than closing your eyes forever… that feels like ripping my heart out. You want me to forgive you? You told Copley our secret, you planned a future without me knowing anything about your plan, you revealed informations about us and you believed he wouldn't go after all of us. If you wouldn't have said anything now then the blood would have been on your hands. That would be a lot to forgive, but I know that you didn't plan to hurt anyone of us and this fact is a step in the right direction. It will take time, but I want to forgive you.”

“I don't expect forgiveness. I don't… I can't lose you…”

You were overwhelmed by your feelings just like him. You were upset and scared, you didn't know what the next days would bring and how the others will react what your husband did. But you will stand by his side, even if he broke your trust when he didn't tell everything from the beginning and it will take time to regain the trust. You won't know if he wouldn't do anything like that again.

“I'm your wife and I'll stay with you. But you need to choose… do you want me and our love, a happy life together? Or do you want to live in the past? You're always in the past, but there you can't find me. I know that life wasn't fair to you, but stop blaming yourself that your children couldn't understand you… after all it wasn't your fault that destiny picked you. I can only speak for me, but I don't know what Andy, Nicky and Joe will say.”

Sebastien's eyes met you and the pain you saw in them made your heart aching. “I don't deserve you.”

You closed your eyes for a moment and tried to hold back tears.

“I am sorry.”

You had known that the day would come when he couldn't bear it anymore, but you wasn't prepared it would hurt so much.

“Pack our things and I will book us flight tickets to Greece.”

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The First Interview

Part 13 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: Sebastian talks about you on his interview with Seth Myers, and something shifts in your relationship when he gets home that night

Word Count: 1,874

“Sebastian Stan everyone!” Seth Meyers announced. You watched through the screen as Seb walked onto the stage.

You hadn’t watched any of his other interviews, but this was the first one where he was going to talk about you, and you were nervous. You weren’t nervous about what he was going to say, per se. You hadn’t lied when you said you trusted Seb’s judgment. You were just nervous about what came after. What nosey journalists or fans might dredge up. So you figured it was best to be prepared.

While Seb greeted Seth, you decided that you needed to tell him about your past. You wanted him to know. Maybe tonight when he got back…

“So, besides your movie coming out, you’ve been in the headlines a bit lately.” Seth moved on from the small talk about Seb’s upcoming movie.

Sebastian nodded. “Yeah, I have.”

“And you haven’t been alone,” Seth prodded.

“No, Seth, I haven’t been. We had hoped to keep it to ourselves a bit longer, but I suppose a drunken wedding in Vegas isn’t the most secure of wedding venues.”

Seth laughed good-naturedly. “No, it is not. For anyone who hasn’t seen the picture yet, here is Sebastian and his wife in Vegas.” He held up the picture that had been circulating of the two of you and Elvis. That night (or rather, morning after) felt like so long ago. “Now, we were chatting backstage before the show and this is quite the story.”

That understatement made you snort from your blanket nest on Sebastian’s couch. Your snort matched Sebastian’s and he grinned. “That’s one way to put it.”

“First off, this wedding… it wasn’t planned, was it?”

“No. Not at all. That night was basically the most cliché night I’d ever had.”

“Sounded like it belongs in the beginning of a quirky rom-com,” Seth offered.

“My wife, when we discussed this, mentioned how much the people who write or read fan fiction are going to love our story.”

So he was going with the truth. You sighed in relief. Before this moment, you hadn’t thought you would have minded either way. But not having to come up with a lie or half-truth in the future would make your life so much easier.

“We actually just met each other that night. Most of the night was a blur, but the next morning I about had a heart attack when I woke up next to her and saw that ring on her finger and the marriage certificate on the hotel dresser…”

“And the pictures of Elvis on your phone.” Sebastian laughed at Seth’s words, nodded in agreement. “Then you went out to breakfast before heading to the courthouse, is that right?”

“What kind of a husband would I have been if I didn’t take my wife out to eat before going to get the marriage annulled?”

“Not a good one, that’s for sure.” Seth sat forward. “You never got the annulment though. Why was that? Most people, when they wake up married to a complete stranger in Vegas would get the annulment as soon as possible.”

“That was the plan. She was very insistent on the annulment. Kind of a bruise to my ego, you know?” The joke played well and you could tell the laughter of the audience calmed his nerves some. “But her reasons for wanting the annulment became my reasons for putting it off. See, she has cancer and didn’t want to pull anyone into that.”

As soon as he said the c-word, a hush fell over the room. The tension was palpable even through the TV screen.

“The treatment options she had weren’t promising, and there were a few other complications that led her to decide that she didn’t want to pursue treatment. That Vegas trip was supposed to be her last hurrah.”

“Hell of a last hurrah,” Seth said. “So, it was your idea to not get the annulment?”

“Yes. I had to practically force her to get on a plane and see my friend, who is an oncologist, for a second opinion. She was insistent on not getting me involved. And the entire time, I wasn’t sure why I was pushing the issue so hard for someone I had just met.”

“But you’re glad you did.” Since it wasn’t phrased like a question, you had to assume Seb had spoke to Seth at length before the show.

“I am, yes.” No hesitation. “We got her into a promising treatment plan and, though it hasn’t been easy, and even though she has horrible taste in music, I have absolutely no regrets.”

Seth waited a moment for the applause to die down. “From what you told me backstage, she sounds like a wonderful, strong woman. I’m sure it was quite the adjustment to go from bachelor life to living with someone who doesn’t take no for an answer.”

Seb laughed. “You’d think that, wouldn’t you? But, no. It wasn’t that hard. I’ve liked getting to know her and becoming really close friends with her. And you’re right, she is so great. And strong. But cancer treatment is really tough and the idea of being hounded by the press has caused her stress that she shouldn’t have to deal with while going through this.”

“I’m sure that after a day in the hospital, the last thing she wants to do is be bombarded with cameras and questions, right?”

“Right. She’s strong, but all of her energy needs to go towards focusing on getting better. We’ll be putting out an official statement soon, but I’d like to use this opportunity to request that everyone respects our privacy. Our relationship isn’t conventional, and I know that makes us exciting, but we need to focus on her health right now. Not the curiosity of the media.”

“It’s obvious you care for her quite a bit, and we hope both of you the best. Hopefully the next time you’re in that seat, your wife will be cancer free.”

Seth finished up by reminding the audience about Sebastian’s movie that was coming out and the camera panned away to commercials now that the allotted time for the interview was up.

Not caring for the rest of the interviews, you turned off the TV. Before the TV even went dark, you turned it on again and put on an old sitcom for background noise.

It’s obvious you care for her quite a bit.

What the hell had Seth meant by that?

Your phone vibrated and you checked the text from Seb.

Sebastian: You see it yet?

Me: I have bad taste in music, huh?

Me: That’s rich coming from someone who has never heard a Weird Al song before he met me

Sebastian: You made me listen to that song about Albuquerque and Sauer kraut so now it’s a valid opinion, since I have heard a Weird Al song

Sebastian: What’d you think about the rest? Did I fuck up anywhere?

Me: It was good. I’m glad you went with the truth

Sebastian: It’s a good story

Me: makes you sound like a selfless hero

Sebastian: I AM a selfless hero, thank u very much

Sebastian: But it’s also our story and I like it

Sebastian: Wouldn’t change a single thing

You stared at his texts for a good minute before getting the courage to type what came next.

Me: No regrets? Really?

His answer came almost instantly.

Sebastian: None at all

Sebastian: That fight over the weekend sucked, but I think we needed it. Cleared some things up for me at least

The fight hadn’t been what you’d been going for. You weren’t fishing for any apology. In fact, you weren’t really sure why you’d asked.

Sebastian: I should be home in an hour or two. Think you’ll be up still?

Me: I make no promises, but I’ll try

Sebastian: See you soon sweetheart

A hand on your shoulder woke you. Groggily, you opened your eyes to see Sebastian smiling at you from where he was knelt in front of the couch.

“Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah. Unless you’ve been ignoring my texts, you fell asleep like, five minutes after you said you’d try to stay awake.”

“Shit, I suck.”

“Nah,” he assured you. “Blame Helen and Dr. Chowdhury. They’re the ones making your body literally attack itself.”

“Mmm.” You blinked a few times, trying to clear the sleep from your eyes. As you looked at his face, you remembered your decision to tell him about your family. “Hey, Seb? I wanna talk to you about something.”

He smoothed his hand over your hair, cupping the back of your neck. “Can it wait ‘til tomorrow? We’ve both had a long day and I’m beat.”

“Suppose it can.”

“Good.” Before you could say anything, he slid one arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you easily. “Then let’s get a good night sleep and talk about it tomorrow.”

“What are you—I can walk, you know.”

“And I can carry you.” Any response you’d had was cut off when he walked past the guest room and nudged open his bedroom door with his hip. He set you down on his bed and leaned over you, arms straight with hands next to your shoulders. “We done saying obvious things?”

No. “This is your room.”

“Yeah,” he raised an eyebrow. “That okay?”

Was it? You searched his eyes, looking for something… a reason, perhaps? Why were you in his room? “I—I guess.”

“Yeah?” Behind his bravado, you could finally see a slight hesitation. A little insecurity. That flicker helped calm your nerves. Sure, you still didn’t know why he wanted you here, but it was nice to see that he wasn’t sure about it either. Equal ground and all that.

“Yeah. Long as you don’t steal the blankets.”

Your teasing unlocked his grin and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing up straight. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

There it was again.

“I, uh, I need to wash my face and, uh, grab my pajamas.” And have a moment alone to think so I don’t explode from whatever the fuck this feeling in my chest is. “Can I walk myself, or do you want to carry me?”

“Hurry back,” he said in lieu of an answer.

When you closed the guest bedroom door to change clothes, you leaned back against it for a second and tried to calm your heart.

Sure, you’d cuddled on the couch over the last few weeks. It wasn’t like this was much different.

But it was.

He’d started calling you sweetheart. He’d started kissing your forehead. He’d started holding your hand more. You’d started holding his hand. As in initiating the physical contact.

This wasn’t just cuddling, you thought to yourself as you grabbed your pajamas from the dresser. The thought was scary, but you almost didn’t care.

And, after you’d gone through your bedtime routine and hesitantly pushed open his door, all of your concerns flew away when he grinned at you and held open the sheets for you. As soon as you were secure in his arms, you came to the terrifying realization that there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

Sleeping in the same bed!?! The world knowing about her cancer!? Her wanting to tell Seb about her past?! What is the next thing that’ll go wrong? (Because you know it’s not all smooth sailing from here)

Chapter 14: The First Conversation

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Requested by: anon

Request: Hi! Can you do A117 A57 B23 with seb and a girl he's having an affair with? Thank you 🥰

Prompts: A57- “This is hard for me too..” A117- “I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of it all.” & B23*- “Take me now.”

A/N: Hello, so uh while writing this, I didn’t feel very comfortable with the plot, but I tried my best.

Warnings: Mention of cheating, Cheater!Sebastian, touching, angst.

Word Count: 788

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As they lie in bed together during the early morning just staring at each other, Sebastian runs his fingers through her hair as he pushed them behind her ear, she sucks in a deep breath as a soft smile formed on her lips, she stared at him with lust-filled eyes.

“Take me now.” (Y/n) whispers, he moves closer to her and softly brushed his lips against hers before climbing on top of her, his hands moving down her sides before twisting the fabric from her shirt between his fingers as he inched it upwards, he slips his hands underneath her shirt and moved them upwards, the air surrounding them quickly became thick from the heated kiss, Sebastian’s phone dings on the nightstand, he reaches for it before breaking the kiss to look at the name, Hanna’s name flashed across the screen causing Sebastian to quickly climb off from (Y/n), she lets out a sigh as she immediately knew who it was and guilt started forming in the pit of her stomach, she hated being the girl Sebastian was seeing behind his wife’s back, but she never meant for it to happen, she tried her best to keep her distance when they first saw each other, but somehow they started talking and talking lead to nights out and finally ending with them sleeping with each other and entering a secret relationship, the guilt ate away at her, but she couldn’t stop, Sebastian was like an addiction to her, he was her drug of choice and she loved getting high on him, but it needed to stop, she needed to put an end to what they were doing, she sits up on the bed and moves her legs off the side of the bed and sat on the edge as her thoughts filled with guilt.

“All right, I’m all yours,” Sebastian says as he moves across the bed and took a seat behind her, his legs on either side of her as he placed his hands on her shoulders and softly kissed the back of her neck, she almost sinks into his sensual touching but quickly snapped out of it.

“No, no, no.” (Y/n) says as she quickly stood from the bed and turned to face him. “We can’t… we shouldn’t.”

“What are you trying to say, (Y/n)?” Sebastian asks as he moves to the edge of the bed.

“This is too hard for me, I can’t… we can’t, Seb.” (Y/n) says, Sebastian quickly stood from the and moved closer to her, she lifts her hands, stopping in his step.

“This is hard for me too, (Y/n),” Sebastian says as she lowered her hands down to her side. “How do you think I feel when I have to return home, I have to look my wife in her eyes and lie to her.” (Y/n) wraps her arms around herself as she felt a lump forming in her throat.

“We need to stop, Sebastian.” (Y/n) says. “This isn’t fair, not to Hannah, she doesn’t deserve this.” The guilt was just eating away at her conscious, she knew she deserved somebody that would her and her alone, not somebody that was married and kept her in the dark. “If you had to choose, who would you choose?” Sebastian’s hand moved to his head and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Are you being serious right now?” Sebastian asks, she already knew the answer to her question, but she needed to hear him say the words.

“Say it, because I’m tired, Seb, I’m just tired of this, I’m tired of it all!” (Y/n) says. “Just answer my question.” Sebastian lets out a sigh as he saw tears forming in her eyes.

“I’d choose her,” Sebastian says. “It’s always going to be her, (Y/n)…” (Y/n) nods her head as her heart clenched in pain, his words hurting her more than she expected.

“This needs to end, Sebastian.” (Y/n) says. “Today.” Sebastian steps closer to her, closing the space between them.

“Then say the words,” Sebastian says, he placed his thumb and index finger underneath her chin and lifted her head up to look at him. “Look me in my eyes and say the words.” (Y/n)’s eyes found his, it needed to end, he might’ve been addicting, but at some point, she would have to quit and it needed to stop, it wasn’t fair on anyone in the relationship, she swallowed the growing lump. “Just say the words and this will end.”

“We’re over.” (Y/n) whispers before pushing him away from her. “I want you to take everything, and get out, and never come back.” Sebastian nods his head. “I don’t ever want to see you again, I don’t want you in my life anymore.”

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See You Again

Mob! Seb AU

Part 6.

Run-through: Promises are made, then get broken. Hearts unite, then are shattered mercilessly. We fall in love with certain people, then we lose them…

Themes: smut, GORE elements (blood and stuff), death, dark! Seb, violence and stuff.

A/N: Hi babies, so this is quite a long fic; just… be prepared. Ily!

Also, the “^^^” symbol is used to show a shift in POV.

Also, there are some time skips in this one. I hope it doesn’t get too confusing.

Also, ALL TAG LISTS are still OPEN.

For the first time in years, the mob boss was truly scared.

It was true, he had never thought that one day he would care about the well-being of someone so much that it would physically hurt him to imagine them in any sort of pain.

Sebastian looked over at you, your eyes were slowly roaming over the page of a book, curled up on a couch in his study, while Sebastian himself was trying to get some work done sitting at his desk; yet, he was too busy being enamored by you.

You were simply a couple of feet away, yet he thought you were too far. He liked being close to you, the touch of your skin on his calmed him down.

After breakfast, Sebastian had received a call. You soon figured out that the caller was Liana and she said that she had people who were currently looking for Connor, and she also mentioned that she was coming over since she wanted to get Dylan to talk. And she strictly asked Sebastian to stay away from the latter because she knew how little patience the mob boss had.

The phone call between Liana and Sebastian was mostly them yelling profanities at each other, yet, Sebastian was relieved that Liana was taking care of certain things while he focused on keeping you safe. He mentioned something along the lines of never letting you out of his sight.

You thought it was just a figure of speech until you realized that he was dead serious about what he said. And that’s how he currently kept you captive in his study.

He had to deal with some paper work, and you were more than glad to share the space with him for a little while.

“Thought you said you had work to do, did that involve staring at me like that?” you questioned the mob boss with a sly smile, and he chuckled, looking down at his lap and shook his head.

He was sitting at his desk, looking as gorgeous as ever, and you had to physically hold yourself back from making yourself comfortable on his lap. You were sure that he would not mind it though.

“Come here,” he extended his arm and you immediately put the book down and rose from the couch, and walked in his direction.

You got closer to him sitting in his seat and once you were within arm’s reach, he pulled you into him. You ended up on his lap, legs on either side of him and straddling his thighs.

Your hands immediately cupped his face and you stared lovingly into his ocean eyes. The baby blue orbs staring back at you made you feel safe.

Sebastian’s hands wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer, looking up at your pretty face. He wished he could’ve stopped time, if he could, he would choose to live in this moment forever.

Your thumbs slowly caressed his cheeks and his eyes closed for a brief moment. He took in a deep breath and exhaled, opening his eyes again.

He was beautiful. Devilishly handsome, yet you couldn’t help but notice that he lacked sleep. The skin around his beautiful eyes were darker now. The thought of him losing sleep over you did make you a little guilty, and you didn’t like that.

“You need to sleep, Seb,” you spoke softly, smiling at how quickly his hands had slipped under your shirt. His cold palms pressed against your warm skin and he slowly ran his hands up and down your back.

“I’m fine babe, don’t worry about me,” he replied and placed a soft kiss above your collar bone. His soft lips were gentle on your skin.

You internally laughed at the how there was a time when you were running away from him.

You tilted his head up and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I have to. My family is, gone. All my friends are gone, they’ve settled in big cities, living their lives. I- I don’t have anyone else. You’re all I have. I have to worry about you,” your words hurt. They hurt both you and him. Yet, it was true.

Sebastian was all you had now, and his well-being meant a lot to you.

His hand moved from under your shirt and settled under your jaw, he stared at you for a few moments then kept his silence.

You believed that he was too tired to talk. But truth is, he was even more scared now.

^^^

Sebastian looked up at the angelic girl who sat in his lap. Her eyes were sad, and he was certain that with each unpredictable turn her life took, her heart broke a little more each time.

If only you knew the lengths he was willing to go to keep you happy and safe.

You’re all I have . . .

You’re all I have.

Your words repeated in his head, and he found himself at a loss of words. He didn’t know what to say to that.

He was helpless, Dylan was in his basement and he couldn’t even get the truth out of him. Luckily Liana was on her way, she had a means of getting stubborn assholes to speak up. Sebastian was too impatient; if he ran out of patience he would just empty his bullets into Dylan’s thick skull. And that would get him nowhere.

That’s why Sebastian was keeping his distance, and was focusing solely on keeping you safe. And happy.

His heart was filled with warmth when you told him that you were worried about him. Sebastian couldn’t remember the last time someone told him that.

He was about to tell you how much he loved you but he noticed a frown on your face as you avoided his gaze. Not even a second later, you winced in pain and he almost lost his mind at the bare thought of you being in pain.

“Babe, you alright? What was that? Are you in pain?” he asked, straightening his back and ready to take whatever action was necessary to make you feel better.

“I’m alright. Just random cramps I guess. Let’s take a nap, yeah? You need to rest, come on,” and not having the heart to turn his girl down, Sebastian followed you out of his study and into his bedroom for a well-deserved nap.

Everything was fine, in that moment.

^^^

Something’s definitely wrong, you thought.

These random cramps and bleeding nose and mouth weren’t normal. But you were too scared to even tell Seb about it.

You tried to hide the frown on your face from Sebastian but it seemed as though he already understood that you were in pain.

He stopped you right as you reached the bed.

“Baby, look at me. Are you hurting? Are you having… girl problems?” he asked and something about the way he asked you the last question almost made you giggle.

He looked so clueless.

“I’m okay, Seb. Now go on, take a nap. I’ll wake you up when Liana gets here,” you slightly pushed Sebastian’s body backwards but he caught your wrist just in time.

“Cuddle with me, come on,” he pulled you into him as he threw his body onto the soft blankets. You landed right on top of him, giggling like a little kid.

Your pain was long forgotten as you stared into his eyes again.

I love you.

You wanted to say, but before you could, Sebastian flipped you over and got the two of you under the covers.

“Much better,” he mumbled as he adjusted your position so your back was pressed against his torso and his face nuzzled into your neck.

You chuckled again as you were trapped in his strong arms, legs tangled with his, body pressed against one another – you could see how this could be your everyday life.

You remember a time when you used to make fun of fairytales, and how princesses always foolishly believed that all their worries would be over if a strong man came into their lives; yet here you were, thanking God for the strong man in whose arms you were in.

At this point, imagining a life without Sebastian was near impossible.

Even under the comfortable, soft covers, Sebastian wouldn’t stop moving.

“Seb, seriously! You need to sleep, stop moving,” you scolded gently and he placed a trail of kisses along your neck as a reply.

His touch still felt like the first time; electric.

Slowly, but steadily, his hands moved from around your waist and into your pants. He toyed with the waist band of your underwear for a little while, hovering his cold fingers over your hip bones, before his slid his hands further down your pants.

His touch was just as exciting as the first time he touched you. His lips left loving marks along your neck and you could only sigh in content of being in his arms.

It’s crazy how quickly you had grown accustomed to him.

“Seb!” you tried to get him to stop fucking around and sleep for once, because you both knew that he needed it. Yet, you couldn’t say that you didn’t like his touch.

“Shh, I just wanna touch you. Just let me,” he mumbled in his gravelly, tired voice. He sounded so adorable and pure as his hand settled right on top of your heat which only got wetter and wetter as whispered his profane thoughts in your ear.

You pushed your ass slightly more into him and within a few seconds, you could feel his hard on through his sweat pants. You smirked, and felt his fingers lightly graze your folds.

His touch, inevitably, sent shivers all over your body. And you found yourself getting more and more aroused with each passing moment.

Unexpectedly, you let out a moan and you could basically feel him smirking against your skin. He kept kissing and biting the skin at your neck and you allowed yourself to give in to him completely.

“Seb . . .,” you whispered, feeling your wetness coating his fingers as he slowly rubbed around your throbbing clit.

“Tell me you love me, baby,” he whispered, his voice deep and somewhat sleepy as he easily slipped his two fingers slowly into your tight entrance.

You parted your legs slightly, allowing him more room to toy with you.

You let out a ragged breath, and as you were gonna reply to him, his phone went off again.

“I swear to God whoever that- Baby! Where-,” Sebastian stared at you in disbelief as you

“It could be Liana,” as soon as you heard the phone, you moved away from Sebastian, jumped out of the bed and hurried to the phone, while Sebastian kept muttering under his breath about how he couldn’t believe you just left him in bed.

You answered the call on Sebastian’s phone and immediately heard Liana’s booming voice.

“Tell your guard dogs to let me in Sebastian, you moron! I’ve worked with you for so long, and they still need identification? What the f-“

“Liana, calm down! Seb’s on it, don’t worry,” you replied quickly and ended the call. Sebastian gave you an annoyed, yet adorable look.

You felt sorry for the man, but at that point, handling Connor and Dylan was much more important than sex.

After you told Sebastian that Liana was here, he made a quick phone call to someone and reassured you that Liana knew what she had to do.

“She must’ve been driving for hours Seb, shouldn’t we at least check up on h-,”

Your words were cut short by the distant sound of a wail, and it sounded like someone was being tortured.

You soon realized that it was probably Liana ‘handling’ Dylan. And Seb was right, she knew what to do.

“I just hope she doesn’t kill him before I get the chance to,” Sebastian spoke casually and you stared at him in disbelief.

“Seb!”

---

A couple of hours passed, at least that’s what it felt like until Sebastian told you that it’s only been 1 and a half since Liana got here.

You couldn’t wait, you wanted to know what other messed up plans Connor had in his sick mind.

You almost cried as you thought about how peaceful your relationship with him was before you found out that he wasn’t your dad.

He even promised to walk you down the aisle someday. And you promised that you would take care of him forever.

Crazy how so much can change in such little time.

“Baby, stop pacing around. Liana k-,”

“Liana knows what to do, yes, I’ve heard it at least 10 times in the past hour and a half, Seb. It’s just, finding out what Connor has done or is currently doing is scary to me. I once considered that man to be my dad. I thought he was my father…then came all these revelations. And now, it’s gotten even scarier because…,”

Your voice trailed off as your eyes burned, and you realized that your tears were on the verge of spilling.

Sebastian got up from where he sat on the bed, and took a few steps in your direction and stopped right in front of you.

You avoided his gaze as you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears if you looked into his ocean eyes even just for a brief moment.

His arms circled around your waist and he pulled you closer, pressing your body against his. You could hear his patient, deep breaths and soon, his fingers curled under your chin and he lifted your face up.

“Because what?” was all he asked.

You closed your eyes and smiled faintly through the tears.

You opened your eyes again and he had confusion written all over his gorgeous face.

“Because I’m scared of losing you. You’ve become a habit, Seb, I’m used to you now. I love you, and I want more time with you. I- I’m scared, I don’t know… the blood, it just- I want more time with you, just please don’t let me go. I love you,” you were fully sobbing by the end of your barely coherent sentence.

You hugged him back and placed your head on his chest, squeezing your eyes shut and tightening your grip on him.

Your body shook with each sob in Sebastian’s arms. The mob boss got even more confused than he was before.

You had nothing to be scared of, he thought. And what blood? What were you talking about?

Your words made no sense to him.

“It’s okay babe, I’ve got you. We’re gonna have plenty of time, just- what blood are you talking about? Baby, look at me,” he pulled away and cupped your face.

Somehow, in last nearly 2 hours, a strange fear formed inside of you. All the bleeding and the shooting pain started to worry you now. And you were scared, a gut feeling was telling you that something bad was on its way. You could feel a heavy weight on your heart already.

You wanted more time with him, yet you were scared that you weren’t going to have it.

What if you were really sick?

Sebastian waited for an answer. And you were ready to give him one.

You took a deep breath and started your explanation.

“It’s nothing, I hope but a few days ago I-,”

“SEBASTIAN!” a voice yelled, frantically; cutting you off in the process.

Not even a second later, loud footsteps were heard and Sebastian immediately grabbed the closest gun and opened the bedroom door, making sure you were well hidden behind him.

It took you a second to take in the scene. Liana was running upstairs and she kept yelling something which didn’t make any sense.

She soon reached the bedroom door and stopped just a couple of feet away from you and Seb.

“Liana? What the f-,”

“I need a car, now! Mine doesn’t have much fuel, hurry!” she sounded out of breath as she spat out her order.

Her eyes briefly met yours and they carried an emotion you couldn’t quite catch. Pity? Sympathy? You didn’t know what it was.

Liana looked like she was tormented. Her face was flushed, a gun in her hand, blood her knuckles and her hair was a true mess.

She was breathing heavily, perhaps due to the fact that she ran all the way here from the basement.

“What? Did you talk to Dylan? What did-,”

“Not now Sebastian! Please, just understand, we don’t have much time! I need a car, quick!” she barely explained the situation, yet as soon as the word ‘we’ left her mouth, both you and Sebastian realized that this must be urgent.

“Here!” Sebastian chucked a set of keys in her hands out of nowhere and you stood there frozen to the ground. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as your brain found it hard to focus on it all.

Once Liana caught the keys, she yelled again.

“CURTIS! UPSTAIRS, NOW!” her voice boomed and soon, another pair of heavier footsteps were heard marching upstairs.

Sebastian stepped out of the room completely and looked at Liana in utter confusion, and this time, you did too.

What was happening? Who is Curtis?

To answer your question just in time, an unknown man walked towards the three of you who stood outside Sebastian’s bedroom. He was slightly taller than Sebastian, a bit more built as well, and equally as intimidating.

He had muscular arms, skin head and an eye brow piercing over his left eye. His face was expressionless, yet he seemed like the type who would act upon every order given to him. He didn’t look much different than the other men who ‘worked’ for Sebastian.

“Keys, there you go. Now, drive to David’s house and I don’t care if you have to drag him all the way, but bring him here as soon as possible, okay?” Liana placed the keys in the palm of his hands and Curtis simply nodded before making his way downstairs again, he jogged until he was completely out of your sight.

Weird, he didn’t even question anything.

Who is David? Your thoughts were a mess, similar to the situation.

Sebastian was just as confused as you were, yet the name ‘David’ seemed to have surprised him more than anything.

“Why David? What is happening, Lia-,”

“Who’s David? What is happening, Li-,”

You both started asking at the same time.

“Shh! Let me do the talking, yeah? I- let’s sit down for this,” Liana suggested and you and Sebastian shared a brief look before stepping out of the doorway so that Liana could walk in.

You took a seat on the edge of the bed, while Sebastian stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked annoyed, worried and scared at the same time.

Liana was the one who was pacing now, she ran her shaky, blood-stained fingers through her already messy, auburn hair countless times and finally spoke up.

“Right, before we start, let me be clear that I want no questions, got it?” her voice sounded like she was hesitant, yet she had something urgent to share.

Once the two of you nodded at her, she continued.

“So, after many, many slaps, and punches and cuts; the son of a bitch talked. And, I mean, I guess we underestimated Connor,” she spoke as if she was fighting back anger – doing her best to calm herself down.

Sebastian eyes narrowed at Liana and yours widened in shock.

Underestimated? What’s that supposed to mean?

“Okay, Sebastian, there’s no need to go all crazy and shoot me, I know I fucked up and I should’ve been more careful with Connor. David’s on his way here and-,”

“Liana, stop! Just tell me what the fuck happened down there,” Sebastian’s voice was so calm and collected that it scared you. And you didn’t dare to look up at him, so you kept your eyes focused on Liana’s black boots.

And you knew that Liana had the chills as well, just from Sebastian’s tone. He sounded like he was livid; yet was able to conceal it perfectly. He sounded lethal.

“I-, uh… he said that-,” Liana took a deep breath before continuing her sentence.

“Connor has been slow poisoning Y/N, for God knows how long. I don’t- and he’s on the run and we don’t even know what poison he used or how it works. That’s why I asked for David, because none of us here know how to handle this. It might- it is dangerous.” She finished her sentence and for the next couple of seconds, the room was filled with heavy silence.

You sat on the bed, unable to form proper thoughts as the realization hit you like a train going at break neck speed.

Slow poisoning… that would explain the blood and the pain.

But why?

Why kill you?

Liana quickly explained that David was the ‘gang Doctor’. Apparently he was really experienced and due some fake charge pressed on him early on in his career, he was fired from where he worked. Then, one day Seb found him, and ever since; he’s their trustee doctor.

Sebastian was silent, and Liana was silently praying that Sebastian does not kill her right there where she stood.

“Is that what you meant, Y/N? By the blood, was that what you meant?” Sebastian asked and you gathered the courage to look up at him.

“I-,”

“What blood? Were those signs of poisoning? Y/N, why didn’t you say anything? I-, I guess it’s my fault. FUCK! It’s all my fault, I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve known better than to let him cook for you and feed you every single day, God damn it Connor!” Liana plopped down on the floor with her hair in her fists in defeat.

She was scared as well; scared of Sebastian obviously, but also scared for your health.

“Seb, I’m sorry… I’m- I got scared. I didn’t know.” You cried again, the tears came back uninvited and flowed freely down your cheeks.

Sebastian looked down at your broken frame and kept quiet. Was he feeling equally as guilty as Liana for not being able to shelter you from Connor’s monstrosity? Definitely.

“I need to handle Dylan, I gotta g-,”

“Finish him. Wrap him up, and send him to his father’s house. He’ll get the message, and hopefully he’ll come out of wherever he is hiding. At least that’s better than just waiting.” Sebastian orders shocked both you and Liana.

Sebastian’s face was vacant; empty eyes, even his voice didn’t carry any emotion. He was devoid – free from any signs of anger, or rage. He was like a time bomb, silent but deadly when the time will come. And the time was here. His patience reached its limits.

The mob boss ordered to kill, yet Liana hesitated.

“W-what?” she asked, puzzled. Yet, she wouldn’t say that she didn’t expect a reaction similar to this one.

“You heard me, don’t act like you haven’t done it before. Go on now, and… handle him,” he spoke and opened the bedroom door, ushering Liana out of the room.

Liana nodded, picked up her gun and walked out of the room as quickly as she could. Once she left, Sebastian shut the door with a slam which made you jump a little.

“You never answered me, Y/N. Was that what you were referring to earlier?” his tone reminded you of that one time he suddenly appeared in your room, back at Connor’s house. The night you ran from him for the second time.

The tone carrying his words was cold, dominant and almost insensitive. Yet, you knew that he was hiding his anger and worry, and probably defeat behind the icy façade.

“I got scared, and you were already being so over-, well, you were being very careful. Seb, I thought it was nothing at a-,”

Your flow of words came to a stop once Sebastian walked up to you, stopped right in front of you and dropped to his knees with a thud.

He dropped to the floor with the same defeat in his eyes like Liana did. Your heart swelled at the fact that these two were going through so much for you. They really did care.

You finally looked into the blue orbs of the kneeling man in front of you. With you sitting on the edge of the bed, he was at eye level and you didn’t miss the glossiness forming in his ocean eyes.

“Do you have any idea of how much you mean to me? Do you know that I’ll lose my mind if anything happens to you? You were sick, you’ve been sick. Why didn’t you tell me anything?” he asked, and your heart broke at the sight of the one single tear which fell from his eyes, down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I was scared and confused…I- I didn’t know he would- I guess I didn’t expect that there would come a day when, he, would try to kill me,” you finally said it.

Sebastian closed his eyes briefly. He opened them again and inched closer to you. He placed his hands on both your thighs and rubbed them affectionately.

You extended your arm and wiped away his single, fallen tear.

“I told you I would keep you safe. I promised you that, and I couldn’t keep you safe. He got to you, didn’t he? I’m sorry I failed you, baby. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, shaking his head.

His voice cracked and that’s when you noticed how hard he was trying to keep it together.

“No you didn’t. I’m okay, Seb. You got me out just in time, see? I’m here, I’m-,” your words halted as you felt a burning sensation in your throat. It felt as though you swallowed acid, it burned. It hurt.

You stood up abruptly and tried taking deep breaths. Sebastian stood up as well, and his teary eyes were now worried sick.

“Babe?” he called out, holding your elbow gently.

You wanted to reply, you wanted to tell him you were okay. But once you opened your mouth, you started coughing hysterically.

You placed your palm against your mouth as you tried your best to control it, but you couldn’t. The cough wasn’t as bad as the other time, except this time, you tasted even more blood in your mouth.

The disgusting, warm metallic taste was back again. Without any second thought, you ran into the bathroom. Sebastian followed you without any question.

You spat out the blood, and opened the tap immediately – hoping to get it out of your sight as soon as possible.

You washed your hands and noticed a figure behind you in the mirror. It was Sebastian with a blank face again.

His looked like he was either on the verge of crying, or killing something or someone rather. He noticed the trail of blood flowing down your chin. You quickly wiped it off but he caught the sight of it nonetheless.

“You’re not okay,” he spoke and it sounded less of a question, and more like an insult to himself. He believed he had failed the one person who meant a lot to him. And it hurt, it hurt his ego, his pride; most importantly, it hurt his heart.

“I will be okay. The doctor is on his way, right? Don’t worry,” you were weirdly confident that whoever this David was, he was gonna make you fine again.

If Sebastian trusted him, then he must really be good at what he did.

Right?

---

It had been 2 days since David examined your case. And he indeed diagnosed that it was a poisoning; most probably through food.

David was nice, you liked the doctor a lot. He was patient, and a good listener. He was in his late forties, and he had a way with his humor and words.

He had given you pills and other medication which should flush out the toxins that were currently in your system.

Sebastian was relieved when David mentioned that it was indeed serious, but it wasn’t fatal. You would be fine if you took better care of your health.

In the past 2 days, Sebastian barely left your side for long.

You were starting to feel better, actually. You didn’t cough up blood, nor did you bleed abnormally. You thanked David.

You were still on the edge though.

Sebastian had asked Liana to…handle Dylan and sent his back to his father – whatever that meant. And ever since, you hadn’t seen Liana.

“Is Liana coming back anytime soon?” you asked one day, while Sebastian was replying to someone called Chris.

You figured that this Chris was some guy who could basically find anyone and anything on this Earth in just a couple of hours. And Sebastian has been obsessively looking for Connor.

Sebastian stopped typing for a second, looked up from his phone and nodded, then got back to texting.

“Sure, she will. She’s out with the guys, looking for that asshole. Don’t worry, hey did you take your meds?” he asked for the third time that morning.

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The next day, Liana came back – with no news of Connor’s whereabouts. And to say that Sebastian was pissed would be an understatement.

They were arguing and you heard part of it.

“You were the one who fucking started this! Why did you make me send Dylan back home… like that? You know damn well Connor will strike back, and when he-,” Liana’s voice boomed.

“And when he does, I’ll kill him where he stands! No one messes with the one I love Liana, you know that. I’ll be ready when he decides to-,”

“Funny you say that, you weren’t even able to keep your girlfriend safe! You-,” Liana tried arguing again.

“Last time I checked, you were responsible for her safety – as her fucking friend! Yet, he poisoned her right in front of your eyes, bi-,”

“Enough! Both of you, shut up!” you had to intervene because they were taking it too far.

They both had guilt written all over their faces; like little children when being scolded by their parent.

“None of what happened is your fault! Seb, you did the best you could and Liana, I would never be here without you. I care deeply for both of you, so for my fucking sake, just stop acting like kids! I’m not dead, I’m fine and blaming each other will not help any of us. Just stop!” you spoke in a higher tone than usual.

And it helped in shutting the two of them up.

You didn’t wait for any response or apology, you just made your way upstairs – quite moodily. Then again, it was probably the side effects of David’s prescribed medication.

You opened the bedroom you currently shared with the mob boss and rushed inside; all while hearing very faint, slow footsteps behind you.

You knew it was either Sebastian or Liana coming up to apologize for their banter and behavior.

You still slammed the door shut, and paced around the room – dramatically; moodily like a Gemini teen who just argued with their parents.

Seconds later, the door opened and in walked the man you loved so much. Sebastian.

“Hey baby,” he cooed, pretending as though he wasn’t just blaming your only friend for your poisoning.

“Don’t,” you simply said.

You weren’t angry at him, per say, you were just angry at the situation in general. Your fake father tried to kill you, his son who was in your boyfriend’s captivity is probably dead, you have no idea where your fake father is – knowing him he’s probably out there plotting your murder for God’s sake. And just when you needed the slightest bit of stability; the two people who are now the closest you got, are playing the blame game.

Sebastian noticed your bad mood easily – anyone could to be honest. He approached you slowly. Once he stood in front of you, you immediately crossed your arms over your chest; as if preventing him from getting any closer – a useless barrier.

His hand reached out and touched your cheek lovingly. His bare touch ignited a fire in you.

Sebastian grabbed your waist and pressed you against him; your lower abdomen touching his. The fire grew even more.

He nuzzled his face into your neck; knowing how much you liked it. He ran the shiny, cold tip of his nose up and down your throat slowly, agonizingly.

“You smell really good. I bet you taste even better,” he whispered in your ear – sinfully. The fire burned brighter.

And that’s when it all made sense. You weren’t mad, you were frustrated. Sexually. All because while you were sick and recovering from Connor’s strike, Sebastian was busy worrying about your health. And you were almost always drugged due to the amount of medicine you had to take – due to that, it had been days since he last touched you.

And you were craving his touch, his attention – him. And you could tell he missed you too, so you dropped the angry façade and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulder.

The fire took over and you melted in his hands.

“Seb . . .,” you involuntarily moaned when his hand slipped under your shirt and palmed your breast. Your eyes closed in delight; relishing his touch.

To him, it sounded more like a plea when you whispered his name. And he knew just what his girl needed. Him.

“I know baby, I know. Let me take care of you, alright?” he whispered against your jaw.

His tongue slipped out and licked a stripe from your jaw all the way till your most sensitive spot, beneath your ear.

You let out a shaky breath as he slowly guided the two of you till the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, his lips found yours and his tongue now slipped into your mouth; forgetting any boundaries – he shamelessly invaded your mouth and kissed you feverishly.

Like he was trying to remember what you tasted like. Like as if you were gonna fade away into nothing if he didn’t hold on to you.

You moaned into his kiss. His hands roamed your body, eagerly.

By the time you reached the bed, your top was off – leaving you in leggings only. And his shirt was off to, leaving him bare and mouthwatering.

“I fucking missed you, you know that?” he whispered almost sinisterly as he threw you onto the bed.

You fell on your back and supported yourself up with your elbows to get a better look at your man. He looked heavenly from down here, and he knew it because he had a cocky smile on his gorgeous face. Eyes darkened, breathing heavily – he looked hungry. Starved even.

And so were you.

“I missed you too. A lot,” you replied.

You couldn’t stop yourself from touching him, so you sat up and rapidly undid his pants and pulled it down, along with his black briefs, until they bunched up around his knees.

His proud member sprang free and you immediately took him into your mouth. His hand lazily guided your head up and down his length. Hollowing your cheeks, your mouth pumped him relentlessly.

His grunts and groans caused you to bob your head even faster on him. You couldn’t fit him completely into your mouth, so your hand took care of what your skilled mouth couldn’t.

“Fuck . . . Y/N- shit, baby I-,” he came without any warning.

Hot and smooth, his seed ran down your throat. You swallowed all of him obediently and he smiled down at you as you licked him clean.

Once you released him, he pushed you back down on the bed and climbed on top of you – body hovering above yours.

His face was centimeters away from yours, eyes looking into yours; you felt the flow of energy connecting you and him in ways you couldn’t explain.

Your hand reached out and touched his cheeks, which was coated with a very thin layer of sweat already.

“You’re mine, right?” you asked out of nowhere.

For a brief moment, an unfamiliar emotion flashed on his face. Heartache?

Instead of replying, he pushed you higher up on the bed; creating more room. He pulled down your grey leggings and threw them on the floor.

He smirked when he saw that you were wet already. You wore no underwear, which only excited him more.

His skilled fingers toyed with your sensitive bundle of nerves as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck yet again, he kissed the shell of your ear and you felt like you were on the verge of losing your mind.

You moaned out load as he slipped two fingers into your tight entrance with ease. Given that you hadn’t been touched in days, you were much more responsive than usual. And he bloody loved every second of it.

He dragged moan after moan out of you, just by using his fingers.

His tongue followed shortly after. It traced the outlined of your folds, slipping in and out of them with much ease before finally burying itself into your tight hole.

The lower half of Sebastian’s face was immersed into your glistening heat. Your arousal drenched his face, the excess of it dripping down his chin – the whole of it was messily immoral. Yet, none of you cared.

He removed his fingers and his face from your heat and kissed his way up your body till he reached your mouth.

You tasted your wetness on his plump, pink lips and the thought of having a man of his caliber connecting to you so intimately only caused the lust in your veins to course faster.

He didn’t waste any time as he aligned his erected cock with your entrance, his hand wrapped around his member as he stroked it slowly and dragged it up and down your wet folds.

You moaned at the bare friction. Your hands spread out and gripped two handfuls of the blanket on either side of your connected frames.

“I’m all yours. Doubtlessly yours, and don’t you ever question that. I love you so much,” he whispered in a hushed tone as he pushed himself into you inch by inch; allowing you to feel him – all of him.

Every vein, every inch of his skin; you felt it all.

And soon, his body owned yours.

Sebastian made love to you that night; relentlessly, repeatedly – until both your bodies couldn’t handle the pleasure and the sweet pain anymore.

You don’t remember falling asleep that night, neither did he. All you know is that as long as you were in his arms, everything was good in the world.

Nothing would hurt you as long as you were with him.

Right?

---

Day six post David’s visit, and things were getting back to normal. Except Connor was nowhere to be found. And Sebastian was slowly losing his mind.

His best friend, Chris visited often. Quite frequently actually.

He was funny, you liked him.

You were feeling better. No vomiting, no nose bleeds, no sudden hysterical coughing. You were fine. Content.

Due to the fact that your health was almost perfect now, Sebastian was able to leave you home; protected by his guards and Liana of course, to attend meetings – and do his ‘mob boss’ stuff.

And today was just the same. Sebastian was out, along with Chris.

David came to check up on you this morning, and left saying that you were nearly perfectly fine now. He did advise you to finish the meds, even if you were feeling better.

Right now, Liana was keeping you company while you made lunch for the two of you. Liana sucked at cooking, and you knew that, so you offered to make lunch.

“Hey, I never asked. What happened to the pub now that you and I are here?” you asked, cutting up ham and placing it next to the cheese.

Liana replied through a mouthful of crisps from the kitchen island behind you.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention it. Your boyfriend bought it, so it’s not functioning right now. It’s currently closed,” Liana replied, nonchalantly; stuffing her face with more of the barbecue flavored snack.

He bought it?

“Seb bought it? Why? He lives so far from it, what would he do with that little pub?” you asked, partially not surprised because, well, the person in question was the most unpredictable man you had ever met so… yeah.

“See, knowing him, he’ll probably turn it into a Y/N shrine, or maybe given that he’s a romantic nowadays, he may use it to prop- oh hey Sebastian, hey annoying a-hole. Care to tell me why are you still around?” Liana stopped midway through her sentence to greet Sebastian who walked in the kitchen at the right, or wrong, time.

She then proceeded to drag Chris out of the kitchen, probably to insult him some more. Leaving you two behind was not such a good idea given that recently, Sebastian has been way too needy. And very, very clingy. You weren’t complaining though.

“Hi babe, how was your day?” he asked, hugging you.

You hugged him back, rubbing you hand up and down his back; feeling his tensed muscles through his dark suit.

“Pretty good, you know, all I did was eat, sit on the couch, watched TV, ate some more then I tried reading a book, but got bored so I was making food, again, for Liana and I before you walked in. Chill day, I’d say,” you narrated your day to him.

He chuckled.

His arms wrapped around your waist as you turned around to finish making your sandwiches. He placed his chin on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind.

“I know you’re bored, baby. But I cannot risk your safety, not again. Not with what happened r-,”

“But it’s been a week, Seb! I can’t hide in your house forever. I know we can’t find Connor, and I know it’s disturbing you, but I can’t not live my life because of one man. Maybe he just- I don’t know, after whatever you did to Dylan. Maybe h-,”

“Men like him don’t give up baby. No one gives up that easily in this life, it’s a ruthless game remember? Now, let’s j-,”

“SEBASTIAN!” you heard a voice yell. After the shout, a few rounds of gunshots were heard.

The sounds indicated that the firing was not happening far from where you were; perhaps it was in the backyard. The gunshots got louder, deafeningly loud, and nothing like in the movies. For a brief moment, it felt as though the entire house was shaking.

Your vision got blurry, for a millisecond.

Among the gunshots, you could hear Liana swearing. And for a brief second, you thought you heard her yell Connor’s name.

But maybe you were just paranoid.

The air felt thicker, and it got harder to breathe for a few seconds while your brain tried to register what was happening around you.

Your heartbeat got louder. And louder.

Sebastian held you close to him, clutching your body tightly against his chest.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I got you,” he pulled out his own gun and aimed it at the kitchen door frame; just in case someone were walk in at any given moment. Your shaky arms wrapped around his torso and you, for once, managed to successfully fight back the tears.

Within the next minute, everything was silent.

No gunshots, no shouts, no footsteps.

You were worried about Liana, and Chris. You didn’t know him very well, but you knew he was close to Sebastian. And he had been nothing but polite towards you. The thought of either of them being hurt was disturbing.

A couple of minutes later, you were still recovering from the sudden shock. Sebastian apologized and whispered comforting words in your ear.

“Y/N!” you heard Liana yell, then her rapid footsteps got closer and finally she appeared in the kitchen again.

“Jesus fucking Christ, are you okay?” she asked, following her Chris walked in the kitchen; his semi-automatic silver gun still in his hand.

“What the fuck was that?” Sebastian asked, breathing heavily and still holding you close to his chest. Frankly, you didn’t want to let go in the first place.

There was unpredictable danger at every step, and you weren’t sure you’d make it without him. So you held on to him, and he to you.

“Connor’s people were here. Seems like they followed you and Chris on your way back, one of them broke in. Our guys are going through the top floors, I don’t think they took anything though. Maybe they came looking for… Y/N. Good thing you were here with her. We’re good,” Liana explained.

The look of defeat made a come-back on her face, she looked tired now. Not angry, like she usually would be at a situation like this. Just tired.

Truth is, you were all tired.

“I’ll have my guys check the security footage, I know we’ll find something,” Chris announced and made his way out of the kitchen.

Sebastian was quiet. Liana left the two of you alone without another word said. And you could no longer hold back the tears.

You were scared, but these were tears of weariness.

Sebastian didn’t say anything. He just held you as your body shook in his embrace with each sob.

---

Couple of days after the break in, things were gradually going back to normal. Sebastian was always on the edge though.

Chris was around a lot more; he was frustrated because he couldn’t track Connor down. Liana was, well, a bit more grumpy than usual.

The conversation of ‘How does Connor get in right in front of our eyes?’ happened a lot these days. You didn’t participate, but you heard the arguments.

You refrained yourself from saying anything, because truly, you didn’t know what to say.

You had known Connor for years; that man taught you perseverance. He shaped your fighting spirit. If there’s anything you know about him, it’s that he won’t give up. Not now.

Not when he had already gone to such extremities.

The guys who worked for Sebastian reassured him that they checked each and every part of the house; nothing had changed. Nor stolen, nor replaced.

Yet, you weren’t very convinced.

You started noticing slight changes. Ones you couldn’t tell anyone about because they were already stressed out enough.

David’s medication, which you were still under, started leaving strange, bitter aftertastes in your mouth. You were supposed to be menstruating, but the flow was abnormal, and even ceased after a few hours. You wanted to talk to Liana about it, or David, but for some reasons; you blamed it all on the poisoning and the heavy medication.

You started getting more and more lightheaded randomly during the day. You were losing your appetite little by little. Even your favorite dessert was making you nauseous now.

Your body hurt. Your ribs, joints, everything hurt on most days. And you had to walk around trying to hide your sharp intake of breath, and winces.

You even had to turn Sebastian down one night. And being the gentleman he is, he understood.

You were on the edge as well. You weren’t in pain, yet the cramps found their way back to you. They weren’t constant, but they were intense enough to wake you up at night; once or twice – you were thankful that Sebastian didn’t notice.

Your healthy was deteriorating, you knew.

At first, you thought all these were side effects of the medication. But you were soon proven wrong.

---

One morning, while a not so healthy you, Sebastian, a sleep deprived Chris and a grumpy Liana were having breakfast, Sebastian’s phone rang.

He picked it up without even checking who the caller was, and before he could even moodily greet the caller, his body tensed.

He sat up straight on the stool and put the phone on loud.

“… Stan, how’s life? How is my niece doing? You taking good care of her?” Connor’s voice spoke through the phone and all the colour from all your faces drained.

You could physically feel your fingertips getting colder. Icy even.

Sebastian didn’t reply immediately. Liana’s eyes were shooting death glares at the silver phone and Chris was just muttering curses under his breath; taking his phone out as well and typing furiously.

“Don’t you dare, she’s no one to a monster like you, you old fuck. By the way, how’d you like the gift? Was it properly wrapped? Sorry, we couldn’t find the right bow,” Liana spat at him.

He chuckled, sinisterly.

You looked over at Sebastian, and he was just staring at the phone. No emotion, nothing.

“I know you can hear me, Peanut. How are you? Good? Are you taking your meds like a good girl?” his question made everyone turned their heads towards you.

The nickname he used brought back so many memories of you and him. The road trips you had. The dad/daughter dates. Your argument with him over your first, ‘good-for-nothing’, boyfriend. Him always calling you to check up on you whenever you slept over at a friend’s house.

No matter what, angry or not, he would always call you ‘Peanut’.

The nickname taunted you, mocked you; like a machete sinking into your chest.

Sebastian saw you struggling.

“What the fuck do you want?” he asked, his anger clearly audible and visible on his face. Jaw clenched, eyes filled with a void – the mob boss was furious.

“Oh not much, just to see the rare look of failure on your face when you realize that, despite I failed the first time, your girlfriend has been accidentally poisoning herself for the past couple of days. It was rather easy, having someone break in, and replace her medication with a bunch of harmful pills. Hey Peanut, how’s the nausea and the pain? Oh, feel free to take a painkiller that the stupid doctor gave you, it’s really gonna help,” his words left you breathless.

“You are so gullible, Y/N. Is that what I taught you? You didn’t even bother checking if you were taking the right pills, or something which is slowly killing you right at this moment. It’s been more than 48 hours, Y/N, your body should be shutting down at any given moment.”

His words had every one jump to their feet. Liana grabbed her own phone and immediately called David. Chris swore out loud and rushed out of the kitchen.

Sebastian looked… broken. Utterly broken.

For the first time in days, you weren’t crying. You were just scared.

As soon as Connor stopped talking, your felt your chest hurt and a burning sensation invaded your throat. You were never one who was scared of dying. You believed it was natural, inevitable and one thing no one can fight.

Yet here you were, scared.

Scared of forgetting, scared of leaving Sebastian alone, scared of leaving Liana.

“Has she collapsed yet? Why isn’t anyone talking? Hello?” Connor kept mocking through the phone, and like a ghost, uninvited, he was tormenting you. All of you.

Sebastian reached out and touched your face.

“Are you okay?” he asked, knowing perfectly well that you weren’t.

You started feeling lightheaded again, and you tried replying to him, but the lump in your throat got in the way of doing that.

You grabbed the counter, steadying yourself. Sebastian rushed to your side. He caged your frame in his arms and studied your face.

You felt weak.

“Of course she’s not okay, come on now! Hurry, rush her to the hospital! Although I should tell you that she might die on the way there if y-,”

“SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Sebastian yelled, and you winced at his tone.

It seemed as though you were hearing his voice louder than it actually was. The room had started spinning slightly.

Liana’s screaming voice became distant. Everything seemed distorted. And you were very, very scared.

In your haze, you heard Connor laugh again through the phone. Sebastian held on to you desperately. For the first time, he didn’t know what to do.

“I know you’ll find me, Sebastian. And I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you do. How does it feel, watching someone you care so deeply about dying in front of you? And you’re not able to save them?” Connor asked.

Sebastian didn’t reply. He couldn’t.

The thought of you not being with him was pure torture.

He glanced at you and it seemed like you were in pain, and were having trouble breathing.

“Y/N? Y/N! Hold on, I called an ambulance, they’re on their way. Just please, hold on,” Liana rushed to your side.

After her, you could hear Connor chuckle again.

Why wasn’t anyone ending the call already?

Your thoughts got messy from there on. You remember hugging Sebastian as tightly as you could. You remember Liana holding you up and for the first time, you saw tears in her eyes.

Your body was giving up, it couldn’t hold you up anymore.

“See you soon, Sebastian. You know where to find me, right where you left my son’s dead body,” Connor’s voice spoke before he apparently ended the call.

Somewhere, you heard Chris speaking. And the one word you caught was “here”.

You don’t remember much, just that it felt like you were falling asleep, fast.

You simply remember telling Sebastian you loved him.

“I wanted more time with you,” was the last thing you whispered to Sebastian before giving in to the tempting slumber which took over in no time.

Light. Weightless. Darkness.

Nothing more.

^^^

Sebastian watched helplessly as they strapped you to the stretcher, and his heart broke each time he looked at your face. Your eyes were closed, the spark in them couldn’t be seen. Your face was blank, your smile was gone.

You were… going away. And there was nothing he could do.

He still couldn’t figure out what to do.

He saw Liana running around, yelling stuff at Chris, yet none of what she said registered in his brain. Everything happened in slow motion.

The next thing he knew is that he was pushed into the passenger seat of a car, with Chris in the driver’s seat.

“Where’s Liana?” was all he was able to ask. His face was emotionless, he couldn’t even cry. All he could feel was the void in his chest. A heavy, empty weight right where he believed his heart was.

He didn’t know why he didn’t ask where you were instead. Perhaps, he knew. Or maybe he didn’t want to be reminded that you were critical.

“She’s with Y/N. Don’t worry, man, you got this. She’ll be okay, don’t worry,” Chris wasn’t confident in what he said.

The drive to the hospital was a blur, all Sebastian could focus on was the white van, with a siren which drove in front of them.

The sound of the siren hurt him. And he knew that the sound would probably haunt him forever.

Forever… he hoped he would spend it with you. He wanted to. But fate was acting against his will.

Sebastian didn’t know how he ended up on the top floor of the hospital. All he knew was the Chris was there, and Liana too. She was on the phone with someone, and she was crying.

Why was she crying?

He saw a man walked out of one of the room with ‘Intensive Care Unit’ written above it in dark red, like a warning sign.

The unknown man was wearing a white coat and he was talking to Chris and Liana, who cried even more with each word he said.

Sebastian was barely 3 feet away from the doctor, yet he couldn’t hear a thing he said.

He could hear his heartbeat ringing in his ear. Perhaps that was what prevented him from hearing a word the doctor said.

The doctor looked at him, patted him on the shoulder and turned around and walked away. He watched as the doctor walked back into the room, as for a brief second, as the door opened to allow the doctor in; Sebastian saw you.

Unconscious, and connected to countless monitors and machines. He heard the faint beep of one of the monitors, which signaled that your heart was still beating. You were still here.

The image of you; unmoving and connected to machines, and tubes and needles poking your skin, hurt him. He couldn’t bare the sight of you in pain. A part of him was relieved that you weren’t gone.

But why was Liana crying?

The doctor walked into the room and shut the door behind him. The white door closed on Sebastian’s face, concealing you from him.

The spotless, white door mocked his loss.

He was shaking; anger, sadness, the involuntary sobs which escaped his mouth.

The mob boss didn’t realize that he had been crying until Liana appeared in front of him, blocking his view of the door.

Sebastian’s vision got blurry.

The tears fell, hot and harsh on his skin.

Liana circled her arms around his torso, and once she did so, Sebastian’s head instinctively dropped to her shoulder. He could hear her sniffling, and he did the same – unable to stop the tears. Chris’ hand was firmly pressing against his shoulder blade, a caring but insufficient gesture to calm him down.

Sebastian cried. He was broken. And he hadn’t even heard what happened to you. All he knew, by studying Liana and Chris’ behavior, was that you weren’t waking up any time soon.

Sebastian couldn’t tell when the last time he cried like this was. Certainly not at his father’s funeral, neither his mother’s. Yet, here he was, crying at the thought of losing you.

He prayed. He prayed to God as his tears never ceased. He prayed for your life, your health. For you.

He knew he did bad things in his life. Hell, he did terrible things. He just hoped that this wasn’t God’s way of making him pay for his sins.

He couldn’t lose you. Not now, not when he knew that you were his everything. Oh he would make Connor pay for what he did. He knew that for sure. Yet, Connor was the last thing on his mind as he held on to his hope.

He hoped, as his heart ached, he hoped for you to get better. He hoped that you’d wake up someday soon and smile up at him, and ask him to take you home. He hoped that he would be hug you again, kiss you, and love you again. He hoped that you would wake up and tell him that everything was going to be fine. Hoped to get a chance to spend this lifetime by your side.

He hoped with all his heart.

Lively. Vibrant. Beautiful. He hoped to see you again.

He would.

Wouldn’t he?

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Go to the ends of the earth for you - Part 5

And it's finished. What was a oneshot redo of *that* episode turned into a series. Thank you for all the lovely comments and I hope the final part lives up to the rest.

(AO3 link)

The next morning he leaves Seb with Vic and heads up to the surgery. Robert’s meeting his Gran’s solicitor again so he hopefully won’t ever have to know about any of this . It feels like a lifetime since he lived here, since he felt he could turn to Paddy and know he’d always be there for him.

“Aaron. What are you doing here?” Belle’s smiling as he walks in and he nods.

“Paddy in?”

“He’s just finishing up with a patient but he’s got a few minutes after that.”

“That’s all I’ll need. You might want to get a coffee while we chat.” Belle raises her eyebrows but nods. It’s well known what’s happened between him and Paddy and Belle knows more than most having listened to him a lot while Robert was away and she’d been helping with Seb.

It’s not even five minutes before Paddy sees out a young woman with a yapping dog, stuttering when he sees Aaron waiting. Belle hands him a few messages before she all but bolts out of the door.

“Aaron…I didn’t…how are you?”

“I’d be a lot better if you’d keep your mouth shut about Robert.” He watches as Paddy struggles to find a response. “Don’t bother trying to deny it. I know you’ve been sounding off to all and sundry about him.”

“He’s bad for you Aaron, the sooner you see that the better. He’s turned you against your family, don’t you see that.”

“Oh not this again! Paddy, I married him twice! I went on the run for him. I know everything there is to know about him, and I love him. You and Mum are the only ones with a problem. Everyone else is happy for us.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, fists clenched and he blows out a breath. “I’m not getting into this again, I just came to tell you to stop.”

“You can’t tell me who I can and can’t talk to.”

“I can when my four year old is in tears because he heard you, when he thinks his Dad will be sad because of you. I don’t care what you think anymore, but I will not have that little boy upset.”

“Aaron.” It’s so quiet he barely hears it in his anger but Paddy’s scoff of disgust has him turning to see Robert in the entrance to the surgery. “Leave it, it doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does. I’m not havin’ him talking about you like that, or Seb hearing it.” He turns back to Paddy. “Just leave us alone, and keep your opinions to yourself around my son.” He stalks out, leaving Robert to catch him up.

“Oi, hang on. Aaron, wait.” Finally he stops, staring into space, not meeting Robert’s eyes. He couldn’t work out if he was angry at him or not. “What was that about.”

“Seb. He…last night he was upset because he’d heard Paddy talking, spouting the same nonsense about you. He didn’t want to go to nursery because he thought you’d be sad.” Robert doesn’t say anything, just stares at the ground. “He’s fine now. I told him I’d sort it.”

“This is all my fault, isn’t it? Seb shouldn’t be worrying about me. He’s four!”

“Yeah and he loves his Dad. None of this is your fault. It’s his.” He jerks his head towards the surgery. “His and Mum’s for being so blind that they can’t see how great you are, how much better my life is because of you.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He shrugs. “I mean it. Anyone else would’ve washed their hands of me ages ago and here you are going all Rambo on me and all but threatening Paddy.”

“Pfft, I didn’t threaten him. Anyway how did you know where I was.”

“Solicitor changed the meeting. I saw Belle in the cafe and yes you pretty much did. You do realise he’s just going to hate me all the more now.”

“Yeah well, we won’t be here forever will we?” They’d all but decided they were definitely moving, it was just a case of getting everything sorted and waiting out Robert’s time on license. “And don’t go all they’re your family on me. If they cared about that then they’d be on my side. You’re my family, you and Seb, you’re all I need…and I think I want to go get our son and get out of this place for the day. What do you say?”

“Sounds good to me. I love you, you know.”

“I know. Love you too. Now come on."

————

“You know this isn’t bad.” Robert told him after the first mouthful. He’d cooked something a bit more complicated than usual after their day out. They’d taken Seb to the local petting zoo, even though most of the animals could be found up at Moira’s farm. He’d loved it, and hadn’t wanted to leave even though he was already tired and starting to fall asleep in Robert’s arms. Now all they had to do was get him fed and in bed. Seb really wasn’t one for complicated dishes, he’d live on dinosaur nuggets if he could, but getting him to help cook every so often had meant he promised to at least try new food.

“Thanks, I think.”

“Well you admit yourself that cooking isn’t your thing.”

“Dada learned with Uncle Marlon, on the ‘puter.” Seb pipes up, mouth full of pasta.

“Oi, close your mouth, you heathen and that was meant to be a secret.”

“You took cooking lessons?” Robert’s far too amused and Aaron childishly feels like flicking a piece of pasta at him to shut him up.

“There was a poster in the cafe, Marlon was doing these online lessons so I gave it a go. The kid needed feeding.” He tells him, tickling Seb and making him giggle. “I’m quite happy to pass the cooking back over to you now.”

Later when Seb’s finally in bed they can talk. The little boy is like a sponge, soaking up everything anyone says so they’re learning to leave any important conversations until he’s out of earshot. He’s stretched out on the sofa, Robert beside him and it’s just nice to be able to sit together and not have to say anything.

“I was thinking…about the house.” He’s not sure how to broach the subject, Robert’s been reluctant to talk about it since they’d got home from the solicitor’s office.

“Mmm, and what did you thunk?”

“Idiot. We always mention France when we talk about leaving, but we don’t have to go there…if you wanted to keep it.”

“You want to live in my Gran’s house?” Aaron can’t make out if he’s angry or not. “And what would we do for work?”

“Well last I checked they did actually drive cars in Spain. We’ve got the haulage, maybe you could open up an office there. I don’t know, it was just a thought.”

“You mean it don’t you?”

“I’m not fussed where we live. All I’m saying is, we don’t have to live in France. If you wanted to keep the house we could use it, at least for a while. Or if you want to sell it, then it doesn’t matter. You’ve not said anything about it.”

“I still don’t know why she left it to me. I never went there. She moved after the last time I visited, and well…”

“She loved ya. I know your family is…complicated but she was your Gran and if she wanted you to have it then just accept that it’s what she wanted.”

“I know…it’s just…” He twists so he’s facing him. “It’d solve a lot of problems though wouldn’t it, living there, or using the money.”

“Well it’d save me having to face Liv at the very least. Do you know anything about it, is it even suitable for the three of us?”

“Hang on.” He struggles to his feet, legs tangled with Aaron’s. “The solicitor gave me some details, there’s photos.”

He hands them to Aaron before settling back down beside him. He’d barely looked at them when he’d been given them, still a little stunned at the whole business. The house looked nice though, the decor wasn’t his taste but it would be easy enough to update. There was plenty of room and it was only a stone’s throw from the beach. Seb would love it.

“What do you think?”

“Looks nice. We could give it some thought, maybe go out there for a few days to see. You should be able to do that yeah?”

“I can find out. Be nice to get away for a few days, just the three of us.” He sighs. “You’re really sure aren’t you? I know I keep asking but…don’t just agree to this move for me. It has to be what you really want.”

“It is. I mean it. I want this to be a new start, me, you and Seb. Away from everything.”

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“Where’s Sugden then?” Cain asks him the next day. They’re in the pub for lunch, tucked away in the corner where he can at least pretend his Mum isn’t watching his every move with that now familiar look on her face.

“He had a meeting. He should be here in a minute.”

“And he’s alright, being out and that.” He looked up from his pint, expecting Cain to be teasing or something but he genuinely looks concerned.

“He’s getting there.”

“Who’s getting where?” Robert asks, having snuck up on them, slipping into the seat beside Aaron, kissing him hello.

“Cain was just asking how you were getting on. So, how did it go.”

“It’s fine. We can go, just for a few days.”

“Where are you off to?”

“We’re going to take a look at the house his Gran left him. In Spain.”

“Nice. You going to let it out then? Should fetch in a bit.” Aaron rolls his eyes, not really knowing how to answer. He looks at Robert, a silent conversation, before he answers.

“We’re thinking of living there.”

“What!” He jumps at his Mum’s voice right behind him and wants to kick himself.

“You heard.”

“So he’s not only causing trouble between you and your family, now he’s dragging you away from the village. Again!” Aaron can see Cain rolling his eyes at his sister and he opens his mouth to answer but she’s not finished. “You just can’t help yourself can you. All along you’ve been causing trouble and now you’re taking him from me.”

“Mum…” He starts but Robert puts a hand on his shoulder as he gets to his feet.

“You know what Chas, I’ve had about enough. Since Aaron and I got together properly I’ve done nothing but try and fit in with you and your family. I’ve done your accounts for nothing, helped behind the bar and goodness knows what else. I looked after Noah as well as Liv when you and Charity both went off to Prague with Sarah. I’ve bit my tongue every time you’ve had a little dig at me since we got back together even though you and Paddy have both cheated before. I know I’ve made mistakes, some I can’t ever make up for. I know that, but you, and Paddy haven’t even given me a chance.”

“Now wait a minute.”

“No, you wait. My wedding day, I had Paddy calling me Mr Shifty, the day I proposed he said I was the worst possible person for Aaron. You might have put on a front for everyone else but I heard the comments, I know what you think of me. Frankly I don’t care. I do care when it affects my son, when it affects my husband.”

“And just how is dragging him off to Spain going to help that.”

“I’m not dragging him anywhere. It was his idea. I would’ve stayed here, put up with it all just so he could have his Mum around, because I know what it’s like not to have one, to not have that person to turn to. But you decided to cut him off when we went to France, to constantly badger him about me when he got back, and now you wonder why he doesn’t want to be here anymore. The only one ruining your relationship is you.” Aaron takes his hand as he sits down, letting him know with his eyes just how proud he is.

“Are you going to let him talk to me like that?” She turns to Cain who hasn’t moved.

“What do you expect me to do? He hasn’t said anything that’s untrue. Seems to me you and that husband of yours could do with remembering that Aaron’s an adult, not Eve’s age. Now, can I finish my pint in peace?”

Aaron manages to wait until she’s flounced back behind the bar before sniggering at his uncle. “You’re brave.”

“Ah, she’ll get over it. You listen to me, I reckon you’re doing the right thing, getting away from here and everything that’s gone on. Right proud of you I am. I know you’ll be well looked after.”

“Is that a compliment Cain?” Robert pipes up.

“You just mind you look after ‘im. I’m only a plane ride away if you don’t.”

“When you’ve quite finished, you just told Mum I’m an adult.”

“Never hurts to have a backup though does it.”

————

The day had finally come. Robert was no longer on license and they were free to leave the village. Aaron had got up early, wanting one last walk around the village. He’d left Robert a note, not wanting to wake him, and he found himself in the graveyard, staring down at Jackson’s grave. It seemed a lifetime ago, back when he was a different person, one who really didn’t understand love, that love would make you go to the ends of the earth for someone.

He wanders a bit further, passing by Jack’s grave with barely a glance, stopping at Sarah’s, the mother-in-law he wished he’d been able to know. He had a feeling she’d be waving them off perfectly happy if she were here. Unlike his Mum, he sighed to himself. Part of him wished they could’ve parted on good terms, or at least speaking to each other, but she’d ignored him completely since the day in the pub, her decision made.

“I’ll look after him I promise.”

“This a private conversation or can we join you?” He turns to see Robert smiling at him, Seb in his arms still looking sleepy. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just…having a last look round.”

“We can still visit you know. It’s not like before.”

“I know. Couldn’t sleep.” He looks at his watch. “We should get some breakfast or we’ll be rushing around. Why don’t you take him to the cafe and get what we want and I’ll meet you at home.”

“Is this how it’s going to be now?”

“Mmm, just one more place I need to go.” He kissed him, smiling as he walked away, waiting until they were out of sight before changing direction to the garage.

Robert’s car had been left at a service station when they’d gone on the run, and he knew he regretted leaving it behind even if it was too rare to be any good to them, too likely to be spotted. Even though they’d never expected to come home he’d asked Cain to fetch it and keep it for him just in case. Ever since they’d come back he’d been working on it, making sure it was as good as it could be before surprising Robert with it. They were flying to Spain but Cain had been convinced to drive it over with the offer of a few days holiday.

He’s sat on the bonnet outside the house when Robert comes round the corner, holding onto their breakfast with one hand and Seb with the other and he stops when he sees him.

“Surprise!”

“What…how?” Aaron picks Seb up and sits him down beside him as Robert just stands there staring.

“I know how much you love this car. Cain’s going to drive it over in a week or so when we’re settled.”

“I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.”

“Shut up.”

————

“You take care now love, you hear me, and keep in touch!”

“Yes Gran, promise.” He hugs her, she was really the only one he was going to miss and he and Robert had already talked about inviting her over when they were settled in.

“We should go if we don’t want to be late.” Robert tells him, having got Seb settled in his car seat. He’d said his goodbyes to Diane and Vic before, while Aaron had taken his car back to the garage.

“Yeah.” He can’t help but look towards the pub, maybe a small part of him hoping that they’d get over it and come and say goodbye. The place was all closed up though and he sighed. “Right, well, see you Gran.”

He takes Robert’s hand when he gets in, waving one last time. “Ready?”

“Let’s go.” As they drove away he realised it was the first time he was willingly and happily leaving the village, same for Robert. This time it was for the best, for both of them, and they had no one chasing them, they knew that one day if they wanted they could always come back. For now though they had a whole new life to look forward to.

#robron fic #i couldn't fit liv in #or much vic and diane #but i had to have a chas and robert 'discussion'#enjoy #enjoy what we have

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Leader or Not... ~ A Negan One-Shot

Summary:

You’d think that after 22 years of being around each other, Negan would know when not to mess with Leigh. You’d think that after 22 years of being best friends and married for the last 20, Negan would know when not to touch Leigh’s food. You’d think that after 22 years of watching Leigh threaten and even punch people for touching her food, that Negan would know better.

You’d think this...and you’d be just as wrong as Negan. Despite the fact that the only person allowed to “steal” Leigh’s food is Negan himself, even there comes a time, and a dish, that Leigh just won’t share. Not even with her own husband. You’d think Negan would know this...both before, but especially after, the end of the world and the dead started walking the Earth.

You’d think that Negan would know not to touch Leigh’s bacon.

Warning(s): Language. Angst, maybe? Threats - spoken, unspoken, well known, good, and bad. Rules - both Negan and Leigh’s. Violence - Seriously, Don’t fuck with Leigh. Negan being an ass ‘cause, well, he’s Negan. Leigh takes Lucille’s place in the comics but doesn’t die. Secret relationship - well, secret to every-fuckin’-one that’s not Negan or Leigh. Leigh’s a badass. Not beta’d, so...there’s that. I only have Grammarly used on this.

Author’s Note(s): Here’s that new Negan fic I mentioned! :)

Word Count: 2,631 words

Relationship(s): Negan x Leigh Sullivan (OFC) [romantic].

Characters: Negan. Leigh Sullivan (OFC). Sanctuary Workers. Simon. Carson, mentioned.

Taglist: @negans-network @prettyboynegan @mychemicalimagines @spnnnxangelsx @rockinkel21 @misskittycat02 @band--psycho@ofxallxwexlost @iron-halt @thamberlinawrites @ravenwings73 @lettherebepink @stoneyggirl @sebs-padawan

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Story Time:

Third Person’s P.O.V. ~

You’d think that Negan would know not to touch Leigh’s bacon.

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Leigh’s P.O.V. ~

Sitting across the table from Negan as we eat breakfast in the cafeteria, I listen to my husband talk ‘bout the plans for the day’s scavenging runs with Simon as I glance down at my tray. Since we had a pretty good haul yesterday, the kitchen was able to whip up some scrambled eggs, french toast, and bacon. The bacon’s a treat for those of us that can afford it by havin’ ‘nough points.

Thankfully for me, though, between being Negan’s right hand, top savior, and secret wife, I can have whatever the fuck I want. My husband doesn’t care as long as I’m happy. Besides, I risk my ass to bring in the goods that we find out there. I say I’m his secret wife ‘cause...well...no one else knows he and I together.

At least not officially. Everyone knows to keep their hands to themselves. My husband doesn’t tolerate rape, and I don’t either. Plus, I may have once cut a man’s dick off and shoved it down his throat when he tried to get fresh with me. That was at the beginning when I was helping Negan get this place set up and there hasn’t been another incident like it since.

He and I decided that it would be in my best interest, and his too since he’s the Bossman, if there wasn’t a giant target on my back, painting me as his weakness. Not that I’m weak. I’m not. I’ve made that abundantly clear in the last few years since the dead started walking, and even before, way back when civilized society was still a thing.

Yet, neither of us could handle the thought of someone trying to use me to get my husband. He can’t stand the thought of someone trying to hurt me. I’m his wife, after all, the love of his life, the one woman who’s always been there, or at least been there for the last 22 years, ever since senior year of college.

And, I can’t stand the thought of anyone hurting Negan in any way whatsoever. He’s my husband, the love of my life, my best friend, and my whole world. And hurting me, well, it hurts him, and I ain’t ‘bout to let that happen. So, we decided that we’d keep our relationship a secret. It hasn’t been easy, that’s for fuckin’ sure.

Not when I see women, and hell even some men, flirt with him, thinking they have a chance. Before the world ended, I used to slide up next to him, my hands all over him, and make it clear that he wasn’t single. Now...I just grit my teeth and give the other person the deadliest glare I can, while watching Negan brush it off, only sometimes flirting back, not that part bothers me.

My husband has always been a flirt. Hell, that’s how he and I ended up becoming best friends, then dating, and even getting married two decades ago. It’s just who he is. Even so, he wouldn’t cheat on me, that I know for a fact. And, I know it abso-fuckin’-lutely kills him to see men and women flirt with me, thinking that I’d be up for a one-night stand.

I never am. Not when I have the man of my dreams still by my side. Even if he is a jealous ass at times who doesn’t like to share what’s his. That always turns into some of the best sex of our lives after he catches some fuck flirting with me. Not that I ever flirt back. That’s just not who I am; I’ve never been much of a flirter…’cept with Negan.

Other than watching people flirt with the other, Negan and I have managed to keep our relationship secret. I mean, yes. We still sneak touches, glances, and whispered words when we think no-one’s ‘round, and we always come home to each other every night, and we still wear our wedding rings, but we don’t flaunt our marital status.

And nobody questions the close-knit bond he and I have. They figure it’s just one of those “gotta survive, so I teamed up with this person” type of bonds that are common since the dead started walking. And...no one would dare question the barbed-wire covered bat-wielding, leather jacket wearing, swear with every other word, leader of the Sanctuary.

Hearing my husband’s deep chuckle, I glance up and hide a smile as I see him pat Simon’s shoulder. I raise a brow, drawing the conclusion that they’re finally finished discussing plans for the day. Maybe Simon’ll fuck off now and I can get back to enjoying breakfast with my husband. Negan glances at me and shoots me a wink as he takes a sip of the orange juice we picked up from the Hilltop a few days ago.

I blush a little, glancing back at my plate and pick up a strip of bacon, bringing it to my mouth, taking a bite, and glancing back at him. A smirk plays on my lips as I watch his eyes dart from mine to the piece of cooked meat between my lips.

“Leigh.” He growls softly.

I smirk. “Yes, Sir?”

His eyes darken and I try not to giggle at the lust and love that swims in his muddy water brown eyes. He discreetly shifts in his seat, stretching out his fuckin’ long-ass legs until his boots brush my shins. To anyone else, it’d look like he’s getting comfortable. But, I know better. He’s itching to touch me, and I know he’s hard from me calling him “Sir”.

“You’re going out on the run today, right?” He asks, playing it off like he’s not rubbing his boot up and down my lower leg.

“As far as I know, Sir. Unless you need me here for something?” I question, taking another bite of bacon.

“Nope. I need you out there with me. You’re the only fuckin’ person I trust to have my fuckin’ back and protect my sexy ass.”

I snort with a laugh. “Of course, Boss. Whatever you need.”

Simon shakes his head. “She can’t fuckin’ protect you, boss. She’s too tiny.”

Both Negan and I jerk our heads to glare at Simon. Negan’s foot pauses, pressing against my knee, I reach a hand down to slide my fingers under his jeans, and softly stroke the little bit of skin above the top of his boot in an attempt to calm him. My actions remain hidden by the table, thankfully, and I watch him relax just a little at my touch.

“Simon…” He and I both growl out at the exact same time.

“I have protected his ass since long before yours ever showed up. I’m the one who’s been there for him, stitched him up, and killed any fucker, dead or alive, who tried to take him out.” I hiss at the slightly balding man. “Yes, I am short, but you know what they say ‘bout short folks. We’re closer to Hell, so we’re meaner. And, I will fuck you up, along with any other fuckin’ dumbass that tries to mess with him.”

Negan nods. “She’s right. She will. And she’ll do it over something as simple as someone trying to steal a bite of her food. ‘Cept for me of course. ‘Cause I’m the Leader, and I can do what I fuckin’ want. Ain’t that right, doll?”

He glances at me as he reaches for a bite of my eggs. I rub my thumb across his leg as I nod. He’s right. I have fucked people up for trying to steal my food. Even if it’s just meant playfully. I don’t fuckin’ share it. Never have. Unless it was with my brothers, my best friend, and eventually Negan. It even became our thing while we were dating.

That was actually how he figured out that I liked him back.

“That’s fuckin’ right. So, Simon, if I can fuck someone up over trying to steal my food, just imagine what I can do to someone who tries to hurt Negan.” I say, finishing my strip of bacon.

Simon’s eyes widen, and I know he’s heard the stories ‘bout what I’ve done when some of the other Saviors once tried to, jokingly, take a bite of my food off my plate. Let’s just say that they ended up with jobs that didn’t require the use of both hands after that. He shakes his head, sighing.

“Whatever. I can still protect him better than you can, Leigh. I’ve easily got a foot and 150 pounds on you.” He gripes.

I raise a brow. “And we both know I’ve kicked your ass before. Or do you need a reminder?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

Negan laughs and shakes his head as he reaches for another piece of food off my tray. I don’t pay it any attention until I see what he’s reaching for. In one quick movement, my hand is off his leg, above the table, and holding a fork between his fingers, leaving it embedded in the tabletop.

“Don’t. Fuckin’. Touch. My. Motherfuckin’. Bacon.” I hiss, glaring at my husband.

Every fuckin’ thing and every single person in the Sanctuary goes silent at my actions. I’m not surprised. They don’t know he and I are married. To them, I’m just a Savior who just threatened the Boss. Granted, I intentionally missed and Negan knows that. He knows I’d never hurt him. A moment later, Simon has his hands on me, jerking my arms behind my back.

I growl and slam my head back, busting his nose and knocking him to the ground, effectively loosening his grip on me. I glare at my husband for a brief moment, taking in his wide eyes and slightly opened mouth, before I quickly stand and pin Simon to the ground.

“Do. Not. Under. ANY. FUCKIN’. Circumstance. Lay. A. Fuckin’. Hand. On. Me.” I growl at him. “I’m not some bitch you can just touch, Simon. And you’d best fuckin’ remember that. What happens between Negan and I is our business. And he fuckin’ knows better than to steal my goddamn bacon. The punishment for stealing my food is NOTHING compared to someone thinkin’ they can touch me. And, if you ever fuckin’ touch me again, I will string you up by your goddamn tiny ass dick and stick you on that fence my-fuckin’-self. Am I fuckin’ understood?”

He swallows deeply, or well, as best as he can since his face is bruising, and blood pouring outta his nose. But, he nods in understanding, fear flashing through his eyes as he glares at me. I stand, kicking him in the side once, just below the ribs.

“Get the fuck outta here and go fuckin’ see Carson, you pornstache creep.” I hiss before turning back to the table, taking my seat once more, and drinking my orange juice.

I hear him shuffle to his feet before he walks away. I smirk to myself and turn my attention back to my husband. He’s clearly still in shock. Not once have I ever physically threatened him for taking my food, and it’s because I generally don’t mind. Except when it comes to my bacon. No one fuckin’ touches my bacon and he’s known that.

He was just trying to prove a point to Simon earlier, but it backfired on him. There’s only been two people in my life who I have shared my bacon with: my baby brother, Eli, and mine and Negan’s daughter, Lucille. Up until we lost her to childhood leukemia at the age of 5. I take another sip of my orange juice as I stare at my husband.

Negan holds his hands up in surrender as he lets out a shaky laugh. His foot isn’t close to my leg anymore, and if I wasn’t slightly pissed off at him for trying to steal my bacon, I’d whine softly at the loss. He leans in closer to me and just barely manages to whisper, but it’s still loud ‘nough for those ‘round to hear.

“You’re fuckin’ lucky I fuckin’ love you, sweetheart.”

My eyes widen at his words. It’s not the first time I’ve heard him tell me he loves me, but it is the first time since the dead started walking that I’ve heard him say those words where other people can clearly hear. I know my left eyebrow is now raised high, surely resting halfway between my hairline and my eye.

He just smirks that dimpled little smirk at me, thinking he’s got the upper hand again.

Oh, but he doesn’t know just how wrong he is.

I smirk over the top of my glass of orange juice, before lowering it to the table and leaning in close to him. Our lips are just a breath’s touch away from touching each other’s. Instead of kissing him right away like I really want to, I whisper something back to him.

“I love you too, and I don’t give a flying Fuck if you’re the leader or not. You. Do. Not. Fuckin’. Touch. My. Motherfuckin’. Bacon. I won’t miss next time.”

Only once the words have left my lips do I allow myself to kiss him. I don’t really give a flying fuck ‘bout everyone watching at this point. The cat’s basically outta the bag. I smile and relax, calming down a little bit, giving in to the feeling of the kiss. Just before he can turn the kiss into a more passionate one, I pull back, smirking at him.

“No runs, mister. Not today. You’ve got a punishment waiting for you in the room.” I say, my voice low and full of unspoken promises.

As I stand once more, grabbing my tray, I watch as he flashes me that devilish, dimpled grin I fell in love with over 20 years ago. That “I’m a bad boy and you shouldn’t introduce me to Grandma” dimpled grin. I wink at him before walking away, putting my tray in the bin to be cleaned later by one of the kitchen workers.

Without looking back at him, I know he’s still got that grin on his face and that he ain’t moving till his hard-on has gone down just a little so he can comfortably walk. Just before I walk out the cafeteria’s door, I raise my hand above my shoulder and flip him off. His laugh follows me out into the hallway as I make my way back to our room.

Leader or not, I don’t give a fuck. He’s still my husband and our relationship’s no longer a secret. Leader or not, I don’t give a fuck. No one fuckin’ touches my bacon. Leader or not, I don’t give a fuck. He’s getting punished. Leader or not, I don’t give a fuck.

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