#chris just smiling and seb in shock gets me

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

i will be 89 in the nursing home and still be thinking about this photo and how funny it is, dementia and all

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hi S,

I was scrolling through Tiktok and I saw a video of Chris Evans and president Joe Biden. And Chris was smiling and laughing. When I tell you I was shooketh! I know Chris was into politics, but damn! How did this even happen?

Also now my hate for USA politics will show, cuz why are the presidents almost always grandpas? I know it’s the system, but why? We’ll at least he isn’t shaking hands with Trump.

Do you know what happened. I think you are from the USA (I’m not sure), so maybe you got some information.

Thank you!! <3

(I also loved the post with Seb on the Syrian)

ah, yes, this video for ASP

Lmao, it's all good, you're welcome to hate on US politics here 💀💀 I may unfortunately be from the USA, but I, too, hate them.

(Putting this under the cut because I get rambly, and I understand that most people aren't here for politics)

I absolutely feel you, though. I was shocked to see Chris and Biden shaking hands. Of course, Chris was at the White House, so it's not impossible, that is where the POTUS is most of the time, and I believe Chris has been to the White House before. I could be wrong there, but, if nothing else, he's certainly been in and around Washington D.C. before with A Starting Point.

(A Starting Point being, according to Wikipedia, "A Starting Point is a website, launched in 2020, devoted to presenting videos by elected officials (current or former), presenting various points of view on issues that are of interest to the United States electorate. It was started by Chris Evans, Mark Kassen, and Joe Kiani.")

So, ASP is how, even if I didn't realize that many people used ASP, lol. I am very involved in politics outside of the fandom space--generally reading and watching and educating myself, as well as attending political events on my campus and speaking to my friends about it--but my involvement doesn't come from ASP.

But, still, the president and Chris meeting, shaking hands, smiling, and laughing feels different. It's a cross-over in a way I would, honestly, rather have not happened.

Don't get me wrong, the purpose Chris was there for, with ASP, trying to get more young people engaged in voting is immensely important. Young people in the US are more likely than any other demographic to vote blue (democratic), and that is something that, with another Trump presidency (GOP/republican) on the possible horizon, is especially important. However, I wish he could've done it without shaking hands with the president. Yes, Biden is a figure head, he doesn't do much (generally and specifically at his age, sitting in the presidency). But, also, with the genocide of Palestinians going on and Biden's active, ongoing support to Israel... I don't enjoy seeing them together.

As far as age... yeah. It's the system. 🙃 If you ask me, the minimum age for being able to run for public office should be lowered (it's 35 at least for president, though, the youngest president was 42, the average age is around mid 50s at inauguration), and there should be a cap on how old you can be and still run as modern medicine continues to prolong life and technology and education provide young people with more resources.

I will admit, growing up in the US, I have absolutely been indoctrinated to see the president and feel something. When I first saw that video my reaction was just, what the fuck!? in a lighthearted, laughing manner. A cross-over, like I said previously, they don't feel like they exist in the same world, y'know? But once I thought about it for half a second longer... it felt different.

Chris can do what he likes. Obviously. I do wonder how it happened, though. Maybe it was something he was approached with by the team for ASP, like, hey, wanna meet the president? Maybe it was something that activated the same indoctrinated kid in him--they teach you young to idolize presidents, past and present--so he said yes, thoughtless. Maybe it was something he thought about and weighed the options of, thinking it would help the cause of getting young people to vote even if it would also, inevitably make people on the Internet mad (maybe rightfully so, too, shaking hands with someone with blood on their hands. As presidents do. Biden's blood is fresh enough it's dripping, though). You can't deny that it made news--Captain America and President Biden shake hands!!! That might give a spark to some younger Marvel fan, tuning in to see what's going on with politics when they otherwise wouldn't. Maybe it was something White House staff and the team for ASP worked on together and surprised Chris.

I don't know.

It's odd. You are correct, though--at least it wasn't Trump (1:26).

If anything, though, it reminds me of the 2016 USO tour Chris and Scarlett went on for Marvel. Like, I appreciate what they did for the individual active service members as people. I think we need to do more to support veterans alongside people who are directly impacted by war--their lives destroyed or altered. However, I am very anti-military, anti-war. So, I don't like that he agreed to do that (granted, it may have been required from Marvel, not something that he could get out of, that's unclear). And I sure as hell hate some of the things he did on that USO tour. Still. My differing opinions on Chris can coexist. I can like what I know of Chris, what he shares of himself, and dislike other parts of him or actions he does. Humans are flawed. I may run a fan blog, and may seem like a stan, but I can also disagree with things people that I am a fan of agree with.

Lmao, thanks! The out-out-place reference to Sebastian on a sybian is related to this, lightening the mood

[trappedwriter]

Chapter 10

Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes graphic acts of violence, swearing, mentions of sexual assault, unplanned pregnancy, mentions abortion, stalking, torture, DDLG, pet names, smoking. Let me know if I miss anything.

Sebastian’s POV

I dropped Jessica back at her house, watching the poor thing look back at me as she closed the door I almost felt bad for her. One date and she was already head over heels, I couldn't truly feel bad for her though. She would be mine soon and that's where she belonged. Poor thing is walking right into my trap. Soon she will be mine and only mine.

The door slammed shut and the smile I had pasted on for hours sank into a scowl. Her talking to those other men was bad enough, but I could forgive her, once. My baby girl had not been informed of the rules yet. What I couldn't forgive was how they treated her. How Brad had treated her, he hurt my baby's feelings, there was no forgiveness for that, for that he had to pay.

I pulled out my phone and called “?”.

“Hey Seb, how was the date? Sorry I called, I just…”

“I don’t care about the call. Is it done?”

“Uh yeah, all taken care of” “?” said, he sounded confident, but I knew him well enough to see through it, to hear the slight hitch of hesitation as he swallowed around "yeah". I knew it would be hard on him, but at least it was taken care of and we could move on to more pressing concerns.

“Good. Make sure you do it right. I want the freezer full, ready for when we get there. But first I need your help. Some asshole hurt my baby’s feelings. I need to know everything about him, where he lives, works, shits, and fucks. Everything.”

“Sure thing. Nobody hurts our…”

“Our?! I think you’re forgetting who’s plan this was Chris. You got to pick the last pet and look what happened. Jessica is mine. If you do a good job with this, and things go well with her I might share later, for now she's all mine”.

“Ok, sorry. So, what’s this guy’s name?”

“Brad”. The name comes out in a snarl and I have to pause to gather control of myself, and wipe the image of his smug sneering face from my mind. "He went to school with her and probably follows her on Instagram”.

"Leave it with me and I'll get you everything there is to find."

“You better, and no more screw ups or you'll be the one in the freezer." I cut the call there not interested in anything more he had to say.

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As promised, I took Jessica out on a little date to the park. We picked up some food and had a late lunch picnic by the cherry blossom tree. She waffled on about some brand deal with a clothing company. I tried to focus on her but my heart wasn't in it. There was only one thing I wanted to do and when I got a text from Chris I smiled a true smile for the first time since I had seen Brad hurt my baby.

Check your email

"Sorry baby I have an important work meeting that's just been rescheduled. I promise I'll make it up to you."

"What, but our date." Her cute little lips curled into a pout and her tiny hands balled into miniature fists. It was so cute that I was tempted to stay, maybe let her argue a bit and see if she would stamp her dainty little feet. But no I couldn't, protecting her was my responsibility, until Brad was dealt with it would always be there distracting me.

Before she could get any more worked up I pulled her in close, she squeaked as she rose through the air, but I silenced her with a kiss. I held her there, our lips locked tongues coiling together, until I felt her melt into me. When I set her down she looked almost hypnotised, I ruffled her hair and planted another kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you soon darling, and we'll go wherever you want my treat."

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In the comfort of my new home I opened my email to find that Brad was a very bad boy, not that I was shocked. I could have guessed that just from looking at him, even before I had seen the way he treated my girl.

• Brad Hastings, 20, son of Emily Hastings and Josh Hastings. Mom is a local news reporter. Dad is unemployed. Stepdad Will is a police officer. Still lives with parents at 52 Maple Grove.

• Brad works at the Walmart in Auburn Creek. 10 minute drive from New Market. Schedule is fixed at 9pm to 4am Monday to Saturday.

• He was diagnosed with anger issues after an altercation with his Father.

• Brad also sexually assaulted a girl at a party. She got pregnant. His mom and stepdad kept it quiet and paid the girl to get an abortion. She never did, she kept the money and moved out of state.

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By ten to four that night I was waiting outside Walmart. I could've taken my time and planned it out, but the bubbling rage inside was too much I had to punish him, had to hurt him as soon as I physically could. The one concession to practicality I made was to drive by beforehand and scope out the lot for cameras. When I walked back, after finding a convenient spot to stash my car, I made sure to stand in a spot that I knew the cameras didn't cover.

Twenty minutes later I spotted an orange ember hovering in the air, a moment later the dim shadow behind the cigarette tip grew close enough to a streetlight that I could see his face. Brad. And on his own, just what I wanted.

I pulled the balaclava over my face, maybe not necessary in the dark, but experience had taught me that it was better to be safe than sorry. I started moving walking directly toward him, he might have noticed if he had been aware of his surroundings, but on a dark night like this and with a dim mind like his that was never going to happen.

He fumbled with his keys by the car, I could see his face in the reflected light on his window, and just when it was too late he could see mine. My gloved hand snapped around his face tight as a vice. I ripped his coat and shirt up at the back exposing some bare skin and pressed the taser to him.

He jerked and squirmed In my grip, more a reaction to the taser than in attempt to escape. I held it there until I knew any fight in him had been broken. I let the taser die and his body grew slack and still. My hand on his mouth and body against his back were the only reason he still stood. I let go and he slid toward the ground, slid past the taser. I couldn't resist, just one more taste. The taser crackled and Brad spasmed one hand shot out and slammed into his car door with a painful smack then he hit the ground with an even more painful thud.

“Where should we start?" I asked aloud, I heard a faint grunt from Brad, but couldn't be sure it was a response he might have just been trying to breathe. "How about we start at the bottom and work our way up? Sound good to you Brad?" He screamed in reply, too loud for me to hear his ankle crack under my foot. Maybe I should've started at the top so I could do my work in peace.

By the time I got to the top I was sweating even in the cool night air. My boots and gloved hands were encrusted with blood. I chided myself for leaving wipes in the car and made a mental note to clean the car inside and out when I got back. The quivering wet lump at my feet gurgled, looking down at it I wondered if I should just put it out of its misery.

"No." I gave it another hard prod with my foot. "It deserves the misery." If I had the time I would take it back with me and show it what true misery was. But time was one thing I didn't have, I had to get my baby to the cabin soon, and this thing in the backseat would ruin the trip.

I grabbed its wallet and phone, in this state it would be hard to believe the motive was robbery, but I had learned never to overestimate cops. Still the more red herrings the better. "Think about this the next time you stick your pencil dick where it isn't wanted." I hissed into what might have been an ear once.

Ten miles going the wrong way out of Auburn Creek I pulled over If they could track the phone it wouldn't lead them anywhere near me or my baby. I checked its phone, there wasn't even a pin, just a tap and it was open to me easier than spreading a whore's legs.

I remembered it and its friends laughing at something on this phone in the diner and I wanted to know what.

I checked his social media, nothing. I checked his photo app and bingo, I found the source. The motherfucker took a video of me and my baby on our 1st date. Making comments on how she looked. I deleted everything off the phone.

Smashed it to smithereens and tossed it out the window along with a cashless wallet. Only a measly $35 bucks, but I’ll buy my baby something with it, as payback.

Chapter 11

[buckydaisy]

cast parties

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

request: “I would also like to make a request for Sebastian Stan x reader. The reader and the Marvel cast are all sitting together talking and the reader is playing with Seb's hair and he falls asleep because he was up filming a scene late last night. Mackie and Evans notices and teases them” - @bbl32

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“We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to. We could go home and order some takeout.” Sebastian suggested, letting his hand inch up your thigh. You instantly shook your head. “You told your friends we would come to this party.” You reminded him.

He groaned, placing a kiss on your cheek. “I just got back from filming for three months, and I want to spend time with you. Just you.” He said, pouting.

“We have all day tomorrow to spend time together. Besides, I’ll be by your side all night.” You assured him.

Whenever he came back from filming, he became the clingiest man alive. All he wanted to do was wrap you up in his arms. His love language was definitely physical touch. You loved that about him. You loved watching your giant muscular boyfriend turn into a cuddly teddy bear.

He finally agreed to go inside, but you still almost had to drag him to the door. As you opened the door, your ears were overwhelmed by all the people that were talking to each other.

Robert had organized a party with most of the marvel cast, which by now was a lot of actors.

Sebastian’s fingers naturally interlaced with yours as he walked further into the house. You followed behind, weaving through the crowd of people.

He recognized Chris and Anthony and made a beeline for them. “Hey, there they are!” Chris said, turning to face you both. They gave you both hugs with big smiles on their faces.

As soon as you pulled away from them, Sebastian wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. “Didn’t you just get home from filming?” Anthony asked, shocked that you both showed up to the party.

He nodded his head, still clinging to you. “I landed this afternoon. I was home for maybe an hour before we drove here.” He explained.

Chris chuckled to himself. “So that explains the clinginess.” He joked, earning a laugh from you. You nodded your head, still giggling at the joke.

Chris was one of your close friends, and you may have mentioned how affectionate Sebastian gets when he comes home from filming.

“I’m going to get a drink. I’ll be right back.” You said, pressing a light kiss to Sebastian’s cheek. He nodded before returning his attention to Anthony and Chris.

You skillfully weaved back through the crowd until you got to the kitchen. “Oh my god, you’re here!” You heard someone exclaim. As you turned around to see who it was, you felt Lizzie pull you into a hug. “I can’t believe you made it. We all assumed you and Sebastian would have been at home asleep on the couch.” She said, giggling.

You felt a small smile slip onto your cheeks as you remembered Sebastian suggesting that exact idea. “I was able to convince him to come somehow. It had been too long since we had seen everybody. We might end up leaving early, he’s exhausted from his flight.” You said, as you poured your drink.

“Speak of the devil.” Lizzie said, laughing to herself. You turned around to see what she meant. You were face to face with Sebastian. “I missed you.” He whined, pulling you close and burying his head in your neck. You instantly noticed the giant smirk on Lizzie’s face as she watched him turn into a man-child.

“I was only gone for maybe five minutes. Go hang out with the guys. Besides, I haven’t gotten to gossip about you with Lizzie yet.” You joked, pushing him towards the doorway. He pouted before walking back into the living room.

Lizzie’s smirk stayed plastered on her face. “You both are my favorite couple, it’s official.” She told you. You felt a wave of pride wash over you. It always made you beam when people told you that yours and Sebastian’s relationship was adorable.

“So what’s new?” You asked her, taking a sip of your drink.

By the end of the night, there was barely anyone left at the party. The few of you that were left standing were gathered in the living room. There was Robert, Evans, Hemsworth, Lizzie, Anthony, Bettany, Zoe, Hiddleston, Sebastian, and you.

You had chosen a seat on the couch, and Sebastian was sitting in front of you on the floor.

He was only half listening to the conversation. The only thing he could think about was how he would get to cuddle with you when he got home. He had missed your touch, but his lack of sleep was starting to catch up to him.

He glanced back at you to be met by your gentle smile. He leaned over, resting his head on your thighs. Naturally, your fingers found your way to his hair.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to run your fingers through his hair. Actually, you did it all the time. So, you should’ve known that it would put him right to sleep.

You ran your fingers through the brown locks. His hair was longer than the last time you saw him last. It was still just as soft though. Your nails scratched against his scalp, relaxing him just enough.

You happened to glance down and you realized his eyes had fluttered closed. He was peacefully asleep. A smile crept onto your face as you admired him. You continued to run your fingers through his hair, while half listening to the conversation.

Hemsworth was telling some funny story about something his kid had said, but no matter how hard you tried, your sleeping boyfriend still stole your attention.

“It’s past somebody’s bed time.” Evans teased, being the first to notice. Everyone followed his gaze and saw Sebastian dead asleep. “It’s cause somebody keeps him up late.” Anthony said, sending a wink straight your way.

The joke earned a few laughs from the gang. “Oh shush, he’s just tired. He’s had a long day.” You said. You could hear his soft breaths in and out.

“How is it that he’s asleep and still as close to you as possible?” Anthony asked, not passing any opportunity to tease you and Sebastian. You brushed his hair out of his face, loving the way his hair felt between your fingers. “I think it’s adorable.” Lizzie said, watching the sweet gesture.

Sebastian stirred under your touch. “What’s going on?” He asked, realizing everyone was staring at him. Before you could dismiss it, Chris took the opportunity to tease him. “Somebody fell asleep because it’s past their bed time.” He said, in a baby voice.

Sebastian realized what was happening and rolled his eyes. “Ha ha ha,” he pretended to laugh at the joke. You giggled to yourself as you watched. “Question for you: do you always fall asleep when she runs her fingers through your hair?” Anthony asked, continuing the teasing.

You stood up, grabbing his hands. “Come on. I think we should get going, considering you’re so tired.” You said, pulling Sebastian to his feet.

“You both are adorable. Don’t listen to them.” Lizzie said giggling. You wrapped you arm around his side, guiding him towards the door. “Goodnight everybody. We’ll see you soon.” You said, leaning into Sebastian’s side.

Once you both got into the car, he pulled in for a kiss. “Hi there.” You mumbled, smiling at him. He pressed another quick kiss to your lips. “I’ve really missed you.” He said, softly.

After all the time apart, it was nice to just be able to sit together. There was no place you would rather be than in Sebastian’s arms.

“Then, let’s go home and get to bed.” You said, giving him one last kiss. He pulled out of the driveway, one hand in yours. “I love you.” He said, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“I love you too.” You said, happy he was finally back home with you.

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[idy-ll-ique]

The Perfect Wingman.

Pairing: Single Dad!Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood

Requested: Nope

Summary: Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son, is the perfect matchmaker (with the help of Uncle Anthony, of course!)

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Another matchmaker fic lmao there's just something about that trope where kids play matchmaker for adults that's just... 💞 anyway enjoy!

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"Buddy! Hi!"

Y/N glanced at Chris Evans as her boss spoke to her, seeing him running towards somebody. After her boss left, she turned around and smiled when she saw him chatting with Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son. The kid was literally sunshine in a bottle, making everyone around him happy. Guess that's another thing he got from his father.

Aside from looks.

Then she looked around, but couldn't see Sebastian anywhere. "Boo!" Startled, Y/N screamed and held a hand over her chest as she whirled around to see Sebastian doubled over in laughter behind her, clutching his stomach. "Oh my God!" she groaned as several heads turned to her at her scream. "You should've seen your face," Sebastian wheezed.

Y/N pouted at him and swatted his chest. "I could've had a heart attack!" Y/N wasn't an actress, she was just an assistant on set. Her only work was to make sure that all the actors on set were hydrated, which in turn led to her becoming good friends with all of them. They were all very friendly people, the Marvel cast. "But you didn't. Felix!" Sebastian called out and his son looked up.

Running as fast as his little feet could carry him, Felix jumped into his father's open arms, giggling. Y/N watched them with a smile on her face; Sebastian was a great father. "Meet Y/N," Sebastian introduced her and she waved at the kid. "Hi Felix," she grinned but Felix was mesmerized. Wow, she's so beautiful.

He simply blinked at her a few times, his jaw dropped. Y/N raised a questioning but amused brow at him, her eyes flickering to Sebastian who was watching his son with an exasperated look on his face, all too aware of his shenanigans. She laughed at Sebastian's expression and Felix snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his arms and leaned forward; a silent request of please pick me up.

Y/N gathered him in her arms, his tiny arms going around her neck as she held him on her hip. "Hello!" He had surprisingly clear speech, he did not mispronounce his L's and R's much. "Hi! How are you today? Enjoying yourself?" Felix nodded excitedly. "Yes!" Sebastian simply watched them with a soft smile as the girl he fancied talked to his son.

Sebastian had had a crush on Y/N ever since they began filming, and at this point, 4 months later, the only person who was oblivious to his feelings was Y/N. Everyone knew, and everyone heartily teased him for it. He had always wanted to ask her out; seeing his son get along so well with her only fueled his feelings. "Are you… are you an actwess too, Y/N?"

"No, darling, I'm a helping hand. I help everyone stay hydrated."

"What does that mean?"

"I give everyone water when they ask for it," she explained and Felix nodded, eyes the same colour as Sebastian's blinking at her in wonder. "Water is impowtant," Felix stated matter-of-factly making Y/N giggle. Felix decided he wanted to hear that sound much more frequently. "Felix! Is that you?!" Y/N, Felix and Sebastian turned to see Anthony making his way towards them.

"Uncle Anthony!" Felix squealed and Y/N put him down on his feet, smiling at the way he ran to Anthony Mackie. "Your son is so cute," she commented, turning to Sebastian only to see him already staring at her, a soft smile on his face. "It seems as though he has taken a liking to you. I wouldn't blame him." Y/N rolled her eyes at his flirting but blushed.

He did flirt with her a lot, but come on, that was just a part of his personality. Surely he didn't have feelings for her, he couldn't. Oh but he did; very strong feelings, on top of that. "Cheesy," she jabbed back and Sebastian clutched his chest with a pretend hurt look on his face. "You wound me," he pouted and Y/N grinned at him.

What they didn't see was Felix and Anthony staring at them, eyebrows raised in an identical manner. "Uncle Anthony, can I ask you something?" Anthony smirked but nodded. "Does papa… does papa love Y/N?" Anthony laughed loudly, realising that the adorable kid was the perfect wingman for Y/N and Sebastian. So he said, "Yes, yes he does."

"She is really pwetty…" Felix confessed, his own cheeks turning pink. "Aw, look who's blushing," Anthony teased, pinching his little cheeks. Felix blushed more and slapped his hands away, pouting. "Do you want your papa to go on a date with Y/N?" Anthony asked the child. Felix thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yes. If he likes her, he should just tell her!" Oh, bless his innocent heart. If only it were that easy in real life. "He will ask her soon, we'll make sure of it. Here's what you can do to help…"

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2 months had passed since Felix visited the sets and Sebastian was getting impatient. If you thought his flirting was too much then, you should see him now. He flirted with her every chance he got but Y/N used to brush him off each time; he possibly couldn't be genuinely interested in her. She didn't think herself to be worthy of his affections, so, as much as she liked his flirting, she never reciprocated.

As Y/N gathered a few bottles of water in her arms, she heard a screech behind her. "Y/N!" Smiling, she turned, dramatically faking an 'oof' as a tiny body collided with her legs. "Felix, honey, hi! Didn't expect you to visit the sets today," she grinned as Felix let go, smiling broadly up at her.

"His babysitter couldn't make it, had to bring him down."

Her smile turned nervous as she saw the father of the cute kid walking towards her, a suave smile plastered on his face. "That's okay, papa, I can just hang out with Y/N!" Felix assured him before frowning at the dozens of bottles in her arms. "Do you need help?" Ah, ever the gentleman. One more thing he gets from his dad.

"Thank you so much, sweetie," she cooed as she handed him two bottles. It wasn't much, but seriously, how much could a little child carry? That was enough for him. "Can you go give these to Scarlett and Chris?" she requested, pointing to the spot where Scarlett Johansson and Chris Hemsworth were standing. "Okay, Y/N!"

She grinned when he left. "Seriously, how did you manage to birth the most perfect kid in the world?" she commented, turning to Sebastian. "Look at me," he said unabashedly, wiggling his eyebrows. "Seb," she huffed and nudged him, raising her eyebrows in shock when he took the bottles from her arms. "I have some time before my next scene."

"That's my job—"

"Nope, can't have you carrying all these bottles, sweetheart. What if you drop them?" She pouted as she followed him through the busy set. "Do you think I'm clumsy?" He glanced at her, worried that he actually offended her, but smiled when he saw her playful look. "Nope, but I don't want you to trip over the fallen bottles and hurt yourself."

"Now that was a good line," she whistled and Sebastian laughed. As Sebastian and Y/N chatted more, they heard a loud wail coming from a few feet away. Freezing up, both of them turned to see Felix sitting on the floor, surrounded by Elizabeth Olsen and Chris Evans as he moaned in pain. Y/N's eyes went wide with fear when she saw the cut on his knee.

Talk about hurting oneself...

Forgetting the world around her, she quickly rushed to the child, Sebastian hot on her heels. "Bub, stop crying," Chris tried but Felix wouldn't listen. The moment he saw Y/N, though, his tears ceased. "Y/N," he whimpered and reached towards her, finally content when she took him in her arms. "Oh, honey bun, you'll be okay," she whispered, kissing his forehead.

"It hurts," Felix insisted. "I know, darling, let's patch you up." Without any word to anyone, Y/N led him away from the crowd, sitting him down on one of the chairs littered across the place. Sebastian, Chris and Elizabeth watched her; Chris and Lizzie were smirking but Sebastian was beyond shocked. The worry on her face the moment she found out he was hurt, the way she cradled him…

The way his son had stopped crying when he saw her, as if she were his mother. The way he reached out to her instead of him. "Just ask her out, pal, look at her. She's perfect for you. And for Felix," Chris told him, patting him on the back before leaving with Elizabeth.

Sebastian stayed where he was for a few more minutes, heart racing and mind in an overdrive, watching as Y/N took care of Felix. Be mine, please.

"All okay, bub?" Y/N crooned as she tied a bandage on his knee after cleaning the blood off. "Thank you, Y/N!" Felix threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in her neck, smiling widely. Y/N returned the hug ardently, rubbing his back. "Felix?" Felix looked over Y/N's shoulder to see his dad standing there, a small smile on his face. "Papa!"

He made no point in moving out of Y/N's arms and Sebastian took the hint, merely ruffling the boy's hair. "You doing okay? Y/N take care of the boo-boo?" Felix nodded eagerly. "It doesn't even hurt now," he said proudly and Sebastian smiled. "Did you say thank you?" "He did, Sebastian," Y/N assured him.

"I wish Y/N took care of my boo-boos all the time!" Felix pouted. Sebastian froze again, his eyes darting to Y/N when he saw her stiffen. "How is that possible, sugar?" Y/N joked nervously as she stood up, Felix still in her arms, holding him on her hip like before. "Papa can date you! And then you can get married and then you'll be my mama and then you'll take care of all my boo-boos!"

Sebastian and Y/N stared at each other as Felix innocently looked at Y/N with a huge smile on his face. "M-Married? Bubba, I don't think your papa likes me in that way…" Sebastian suddenly found his voice. How dare she? "Y/N, I do like you, why do you think I flirt with you all the time?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Wait, I thought you were joking—"

"I wasn't. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Sebastian, I-I… I'll be honored."

"Oh please, iubi, the honor's all mine," he chuckled and, not caring about who was watching (including his own son), leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Y/N's heart fluttered at the term of endearment as she kissed him back. Felix groaned loudly in Y/N's arms, covering his eyes. "Yucky!"

Sebastian and Y/N had to break the kiss because they laughed too hard. Felix slid down Y/N's arms and ran towards Anthony, who was watching them with a small smile, proud of his best friend for finally making a move on the woman he liked. Anthony smirked when the pipsqueak stopped next to him. "Good job, bud."

"Thank you, Uncle Anthony." And Felix gagged again as he and Anthony turned to Sebastian and Y/N, only to see them in another liplock.

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Louder

Hello all, I wrote this the other day (yes, I wrote something), hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1000 Genre: smut Character: RPF - Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie Warnings: adult theme Summary: With long friendships comes in-jokes, jokes that carry on through the years, but sometimes those jokes come back to bite you in the ass!

Chris was a great friend, I loved hanging out with him, loved flirting with him, loved riling him up and loved to see him flustered. 

I was in my early twenties when I stayed with him for a week and overheard him watching porn. To be fair to him, I made a lot of noise coming into the tiny flat, slammed the door, kicked my shoes off, dropped my bag and all that was before I heard the moans. So I went about closed cupboards loudly, washing dishes and stacking cutlery, but nope. He was listening to a screamer!

I put my discman on and plugged it into my ears, made my dinner and was sitting on the couch when he came out of his room, thankfully from behind a closed door. He went bright red, not just a faint blush but the splotchy up his neck, his cheeks and into his hairline kind of red! 

He was mortified.

I made a joke out of it. He nervously laughed, made himself dinner and went back into his room. 

I didn’t see him till the next day. But the damage was done and he was in for a long term joke. 

I pretended to choke on something on my last night while we were having dinner and when he came up behind me to give me the heimlich I moaned as he wrapped his arms around me. 

Again, he went bright red, but I almost did die … of laughter! “Shut up! Like you never watch porn!” He spat at me, gathering up his bowl and heading for his room. “Not that loudly or obliviously!” I called after him. He turned around and hit me a filthy look, but I just smiled wickedly and moaned loud, reaching a hand down my front. “Fuck off!” He groaned as he slammed his door behind him. 

Ten years later and the joke hadn’t stopped being funny. But he’d come to see the funny side and could laugh too. 

I’d call him and wait for him to answer and start moaning down the line at him. I’d leave him a voice message on his home phone, once I even sent him a CD of it. 

But he got me back! One day he was at a convention and on the day of his panel I was hoping to get him on stage, make him go beet red. Alas, it wasn’t the case.

“YNN, hey I’m about to—“ I was already moaning, breathy and wanton, then I heard another voice. “Get it girl!” Anthony’s voice called. I almost choked on my next breath, spluttering, I hung up. I was mortified. Then the thought that made me cringe crossed my mind - what if Seb heard too? My phone started ringing, Chris’s face appeared. “What?” I spat down the phone. It was just laughter. I hung up.

Sorry, I had to! Came the text message a moment later. I glared at the screen but typed out a response. I deserved that… I guess He began typing, the three little dots bobbing up and down, but I typed out another text and hit send before he could. Tell me he wasn’t listening … please don’t let him have heard. The three dots disappeared then came back for a brief moment before… He’s redder than a beetroot! 

I tossed my phone to the end of the couch and went to the kitchen. My mind playing it back, composing the scene at the other end of the phone: Chris standing around, about to go on stage, talking with his friends, my call… I could see him putting me on speaker before I’d even had a chance to start. He’d look at Seb, at Mackie, then just guffaw as they responded. Seb in shock and disgust, Mackie into faux-shock then hysterics, slapping Chris’s shoulder.

I couldn’t get the image from my mind. A run. A run would clear it. Or I’d out run it. Either way. I left my phone at the end of the sofa and pulled on my sneakers before leaving my apartment.

The sting of embarrassment had worn off by the time I got back to my apartment, but I was still sore. 

I busied myself with making dinner, washing up and cleaning the kitchen. I didn’t wanna see any more texts from Chris, or maybe even Mackie… god forbid Seb. But my cleaning in the kitchen led into the bedroom and by the time my lasagna came out of the oven I had forgotten all about my phone. I plonked down on the couch and put on the TV, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table. It wasn’t until the movie finished much later into the night (than I would’ve liked) that I looked around for my phone. 4 new messages, two from Chris, one from Mackie and a voice mail.

I opened Mackie’s first: ten years of that? Wonder he’s still alive! Then over to Chris’s messages… a series of well chosen emojis; laughing/crying faces, a couple of tongues, winks and an eggplant. Classy! I thought, rolling my eyes. I navigated over to the voice mail and dialed in to listen to it. It was Chris’s number, but he wasn’t speaking. As I listened it was a man’s heavy breathing, then there was a grunt.

My jaw dropped, he was playing the game! But this was hot. This was… Grunting and heavy breathing turned into a gutteral moan. My cheeks felt hot, my heart beat was hammering, and I’m not even ashamed to say my panties were wet. The breathing sped up, another moan, a low growl, the grunting picked up. Good Christ, I might come! Was one of the many thoughts flying through my head as I continued to listen to him climax.

I sat there as the voicemail woman listed options for me: “Press one to call back, press two to replay the message, press three to delete the message, press four to save the message.” I bit my lip and looked around the apartment to the bedroom door. I looked back down at the phone and pressed two, already heading for my room and the bedside draw that held a well-loved vibrator.

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Heartbreak hotel

Sebastian Stan X Freader and best friend Tom

Summary: The reader and Sebastian are very close, they cuddle and do a lot of stuff together. But the team of Sebastian had arranged a PR stunt that he would get married to a girl. Sebastian isn’t allowed to say anything about being it a PR stunt. The reader thought they had a thing and a connection and is heartbroken. She is part of the marvel cast and the whole cast is mad at Sebastian until he confess.

A/N: This is about the latest post of Seb with maybe a wedding ring???? Just to let everyone know I’m not trying to be disrespectful in any way and if it’s not a PR stunt and Sebastian is happy then I’ll wish him all the luck and love in the world so don’t come at me! I write for myself and decide to share. So again no disrespect meant!

Words: 4500 (oops)

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, happy ending tho with fluff

Heartbreak hotel

You were walking on set with Tom (Hiddleston) and talked for a bit until you saw Chris (Evans) and Anthony. You all chatted for a bit and Benedict got you all coffee and some lunch. “where’s Seb?” you asked and looked around. “no idea. He doesn’t have to film right now so he must be here somewhere” Tom said and you nodded. You thought back at Seb and felt butterflies rise. It was no secret that you and Sebastian were close. The fans shipped you which always made your heart melt. Even the cast teased you both about it. Scarlett would always say: “ oh god why don’t you two just get together already! It’s killing me!” then both of you would be flustered.

In between break you and Seb would take a nap together and you would be all cuddled up in his arms. He would give you random head kisses and would hold your hand. You went on little road trips when you would both be free and go swimming together. You had movie nights every week where you would both eat pizza and drink beers in your pj’s and watch a movie together. Sebastian would always stay the night then and in the morning he would make you pancakes.

So it’s no secret that everyone thought you had a relationship. You already did everything like a couple but of course you never kissed each other or had sex. But you were absolutely in love with this man. You never thought he would feel the same or like you but you would be lying then. He gave you hope and you really had a connection that you don’t get often or even at all to begin with. So you really did think he liked you back but you were scared to say anything and you thought that maybe he would be as well.

Your phone pinged and you looked. Seb had posted a picture . everyone’s phone went off as well. You laughed as everyone had their notification on. You all looked at what he posted and what you saw made your heart drop. Under the photo he said that he couldn’t wait to get married to whoever this girl is. You were confused and most of all hurt. He never told you he dated someone let alone marry. You eyes got teary. Everyone looked at you in shock.

You didn’t want everyone to see you hurt but then again your face told them everything they needed to know. “Did… Did you know?” Benedict asked you. You shook your head and cleared your throat. “No he erm… I didn’t. I didn’t even knew he had a girlfriend or was dating someone…..” you tried to say as normal as possible but the crack in your voice was clear as day. And as if it couldn’t get worse Sebastian was walking your way. You really didn’t want to see him right now. You felt extremely betrayed. How could he? How could he do this to you?

“hey” he said with a cheeky smile and gave your arm a little nudge. Everyone was silence. “you weren’t gonna tell us? What the hell man?” Chris said. He figured you all saw the post and he looked immediately at you but you couldn’t look at him. hell you didn’t even know why you were still standing there. “I eh I’m gonna go.” You said and turned around. “congratz” you told him trying to sound sincere but the hurt gave you away again. He looked at you in pain.

He loved you. Hell he was so in love with you he didn’t even know it would be possible to love someone so much but his Team made him do this. He felt his heartbreak at the sight of you. He could only think about how pissed off you would be. He understood though. He would be mad as hell too. He just wanted to run up to you and apologize a thousand times telling you how it was a PR stunt and his team made him do this but he wasn’t allowed. He wanted to tell you how you were the one for him. but all he could do was see you leave.

Sebastian looked up at the group and the all gave him an angry stare. “seriously how could you do this? Why didn’t you tell us? Why did we have to find out through Instagram and now the most important part…. How in the hell could you do this to Y/N????” Chris asked him anger rising in his voice. Sebastian looked down in shame “I’m sorry” was all he could say and Chris threw his hands in the air and gave him a angry confused look and walked away. Everyone gave him a soft congratulation but made clear to him that they were mad.

You were in your trailer. Luckily you were done shooting for today and had a couple of days of. Tears were streaming down your face and you broke completely down. you’ve never felt this hurt by a guy. It felt like your heart had been ripped out of your body and you were mad how he treated you and how much of false hope he had given you. You felt stupid and ashamed.

You heard a knock on the door but you didn’t answer. “Sweetheart? It’s me Tom. I’m getting in” he told you and waited a couple of seconds for you to respond but you didn’t so he opened the door. He saw you sitting on the ground against the wall crying your eyes out. He immediately came to you and wrapped his arms around you and shushed you while rocking you back and forth for comfort. You held onto him for dear life.

You let everything out for now. you asked him questions that you more asked yourself then to Tom. You told him how stupid and ashamed you felt. He stopped you and held your face between his hands. “Love, he is an utterly idiot. And I’m telling you: he made a huge mistake! You are incredible and beautiful, gorgeous and you are kind, smart, loving and everything about you is absolutely amazing! You are so much better than this and you deserve so much more! Really Y/N” he told you. You cried harder at the kind and sweet words that left Tom’s lips. “I’m here for you darling. I’m not going anywhere” he told you as he rocked you again

~time skip~

It had been two days now. You ignored Sebastian’s calls. Tom had stayed with you the entire time making sure you would sleep, eat and cuddle with you. You both made your way to set. You snuggled in Tom’s sweater. “are you sure your ready?” he asked you a little worried. “no but we have work to do” you told him with a sour laugh. “well you know where to find me” he told you and gave you a kiss on your head before walking off. You didn’t knew that Sebastian saw everything and anger and jealousy rose in his chest. he huffed and walked off.

You got into your suit and in the make up chair. You shot your scene and it was nice to have a little distraction. You had a scene with Sebastian and you acted professional. You distanced yourself from him. it looked like nothing ever had happened. It looked like you weren’t even friends. When the scene was done you just simply walked off and it left a hole in Sebastian’s chest.

You walked to your trailer and started to read a book not really feeling social. The cast wanted to check up on you and they did. You just didn’t talk about it except for Chris, Scarlett and Tom of course.

You heard a knock on your door. “come in” you yelled and the door swing open. You saw Sebastian standing there. You gulped. “Sebastian, how can I help” you never used his name in serious manner and he hated it. “Sweetheart… I wanted to talk to you” he said softly feeling and looking guilty since you didn’t look great. “Not really feeling like it Sebastian. Please leave.” You told him. “No I’m not leaving before we’ve talked. Look I’m sorry that I never told you okay. I’m sorry but I miss you.” You laughed sour at him. “No Sebastian. You lost me. I can’t be friends with you” you told him and his face fell. “what why?”

You looked hurt at him and tears pooled in your eyes “Because I’m madly in love with you Sebastian! You gave me false hope! I thought you liked me too but hell apparently not. I feel betrayed, hurt, stupid, naïve and mostly ashamed. I can’t be around you. So why don’t we keep it professional so we can finish this movie normally. I also would appreciate if you didn’t contact me again. Goodbye Sebastian” you told him and let all your anger out. He had tears in his eyes. He knew he fucked up but he never thought about really loosing you. And now that you’re gone he understood that he made the biggest mistake of his life.

Sebastian just stood there in shock about you telling him that you loved him as well. But it also ripped him apart. “leave now” you told him and he slowly walked away. Once the door closed you started to cry your eyes out. You ran to Tom’s trailer and knocked. Tom opened the door. He was in his Loki costume. He looked sadly at you “he talked to you didn’t he?” Tom asked and you just nodded. He got you inside and pulled you in a hug. Your body was shaking. He walked you both to his couch and you rested your head against his chest.

He softly went with his fingers through your hair it was a little gesture that would always calm you down a little. You fell asleep once you calmed down. After 35 minutes you woke up again. Now your head laid on a pillow on his lap. You stirred a little and Tom put away his book he was reading. “wake up sleeping beauty” you heard Scarlett say. You looked up and Tom smiled at you. “we’re going out tonight” Scarlett told you. You looked up at Scarlett and she was in her suit.

“I’m really not feeling like it. I’m sorry.” You told her. “No stop it. We are going out tonight. Girls only!” she told you. You smiled a little “fine alright” you grumped a little but couldn’t hide your smile. “Sorry Tom but I’m going to take her now” Scarlett told him and he fake pouted. “alright alright. He said. You girls have fun. Be careful love” he told you and gave you a kiss on your head. Before Tom left he told Scarlett to call him if anything went sideways and she promised him she would. Tom left to see the others. He was furious at Sebastian for hurting you like this.

You and the girls were getting ready. Scarlett and Lizzie helped you with your outfit and you helped them with their make-up. “God we’re hot!” Lizzie said which made you giggle. You all got into a cab and drove off to the club. Your phone ringed and you thought it would be Tom. You picked up without looking who it was. “Hello?” You asked rather brightly. “Y/N?” you heard the familiar voice of Sebastian. Your face dropped. “I thought I told you not to contact me again.” You told him frustrated. You knew this was going to affect you if you wanted or not. “I need to talk to you, please.” He practically begged you. “No Sebastian” you told him and hang up. The girls looked at you. Tears started to pool in your eyes again. You tried to breathe you didn’t want to get your night ruined. “Maybe you should talk to him?” Lizzie said careful. “I know I want to but I just can’t not yet at least.” You told her. Scarlett texted Tom and Chris that Sebastian contacted you again.

~Tom’s POV~

I saw the text from Scarlett and my blood started to boil. I looked at Chris and he looked at me. “wanna talk to Sebastian?” Chris asked me. “Let’s go” I said back and we made our way to Sebastian’s house. We ringed the bell and Sebastian opened the door. He looked like absolute shit. His eyes were red and he looked like he didn’t even sleep. I looked at Chris in confusion of the state Sebastian was in. He looked at me in confusion too. “Can we come in?” I asked rather soft then angry. He stepped away so we could get in.

We sat down at his kitchen counter. There were empty alcohol bottles and his place was a mess. It even looked like he started smoking again. We looked in shock and confusion at the miserable man in front of us. “You finally want to tell us what’s going on?” Chris asked him angry. Sebastian sat down and couldn’t even look at us. “They made me do it.” He said softly. Chris and I looked at each other in more confusion. Chris decided to sit down now. “what are you talking about?” I asked him.

Sebastian started to tell us everything. How his team made him do it, how he didn’t even like the girl, why he had to do it but mostly how much he loved Y/N. I started to get extremely angry again in the opposite of Chris who was calm now. “are you fucking kidding me????” I asked him raising my voice. “I lost count of how much Y/N cried over your stupid ass! And for what huh?” they all looked shocked at me. I never lost my cool but this was just too much and in all honesty it shocked me too. “You better set things right with her if she even wants your dumb ass back. Because you are not the only one who loves her. You don’t even deserve her but unfortunately she still loves you.” I told him still angry but it settled down back a bit. I sat down again.

“Tom is right. You need to go to her and set things right and hopefully just maybe she’ll take you back but then you are one lucky motherfucker.” Chris told Sebastian. “She still loves me?” Sebastian asked. “yes but that doesn’t mean she’ll take you back. Do you even know how much you’ve hurt her?” I told him. he looked down ashamed. I told him everything about how Y/N felt for the past days. “look if she even wants you back and you’ll hurt her again….. I swear to god I will do everything to make you feel the same” I told him very calmly which scared Chris but mostly Sebastian. “I’ll never hurt her again I promise!” we nodded and gave him the address

~Y/N POV~

I felt the alcohol really flowing. We were dancing and I felt my head spinning. Maybe I had too many shots but then again I didn’t really care and left to get another drink. My vision was blurry and I left the girls on the dancefloor. I felt a hand around my waist and I turned around and saw a drunk guy standing there. “hello baby, what you wanna drink? It’s on me” he told you and he smelled like sweat and alcohol. “leave me alone” you told him angry and pushed him off of you. “oh don’t be like that. Don’t act stupid” he told you and tried to touch you again. Until you heard an angry voice

“Hey! She told you to leave her alone didn’t she?” it was Sebastian. You were too drunk to process that Sebastian held you in his arm protectively. When you noticed what was happening you pushed Sebastian off too, got your drink and left again. The guy laughed at Sebastian. “look like she wants you to leave her alone too” Sebastian wanted to hit him straight in his face but decided not to. He turned around to look for you again.

He saw you walking in the crowd and he walked fast after you. Abba started to blast through the speaker with voulez-vous and you started to dance with the girls again. Sebastian caught up to you. “hey can we talk please?” he tried yelling over the music. The girls looked in shock at you and know saw the actual state of you. Scarlett immediately texted Chris and Tom but little to their knowledge they stood outside of the club. They saw the text and rushed in. “I don’t want to talk to you Seba” you called him by his nickname again.

Tom and Chris were by your side in an instant. “I told you to look after her” Tom growled at Scarlett. “I… we didn’t notice…” she told him truthfully. You saw Tom and immediately got happy “Tommie!!!!” you yelled and threw your hands around his neck. He chuckled a little bit and Chris looked at Sebastian who looked very angry and jealous. Chris patted his back. “I’m so glad you’re here! Dance with me!” you told Tom and tried to get him to dance. “Sweetheart, it’s time to go home now.” he told you softly. You pouted at him “but I don’t want to” you told him and he got ahold of your hand “I know sweetheart but it’s late and your drunk” he didn’t wait for your respond and just got you out of the club.

Once outside you turned around and you saw Chris standing next to Sebastian. “Chris!” you said happily and gave him a big hug which made him chuckle as well. You looked at Sebastian and he looked guilty at you. You just muffled and walked away to Tom and held his hand. Sebastian’s anger just got worse by the second. “she needs to get sober before you talk to her” Chris told him and Sebastian just nodded. Tom led you to his car and placed you in the car.

Sebastian sat next to you. “Seb?” you asked confused and he looked surprised at you. “what’s wrong darling?” he asked you. You were too drunk to function like a normal human being and you missed Sebastian too much and with the alcohol flowing through you, you just wanted Sebastian. You laid your head against his shoulder. “I missed you” you told him softly. He stayed quiet for a moment. “I missed you too princess, so much. And I’m so sorry” you just threw your arms around him. Sebastian rested his head on top of your head and repeated the whole way home “I’m so sorry. I love you so much”

Once home they got you inside. “Seba? Please stay” you asked him and he looked at the boys. “if she wants to then it’s fine but no funny business!” Tom said. “of course. I’ll just look after her” they nodded and left. They trusted Sebastian. Even though he was a douchebag for what he’d done he would never do something to you. He got you upstairs and you struggled into your Pj’s. Sebastian helped you and laid you down in bed. He went with his hand through your hair. “I’m so sorry” he said again and tears fell down his face. You kissed his nose which made him chuckle. God you were hammered.

“I’m downstairs if you need anything” Sebastian told you and stood up but you grabbed his hand. “No please don’t go. Not again” his face fell and the hurt was very visible on his face. He got to your closet and took his sweatpants and shirt out of it. He always had a pair for movie nights laying around. He got changed and walked over to the bed an crawled in. You put your arms around his waist and laid your head on his chest and fell asleep immediately. Sebastian just looked a the ceiling. Thoughts and anxiety going through him. he played with your hair which calmed him down this time. He held onto you tightly.

~Next Morning~

You woke up with a massive headache and needed a moment to register everything that happened. Luckily you would always remember everything no matter how drunk you were. Even when you wanted to forget you still didn’t. you thought back at last night. Tom, Chris, Seb….. Shit Seb! You quickly looked around and there was a bottle of water, painkillers and a note. “Goodmorning sweetheart. I didn’t know if you still wanted me there when you would wake up so I’m downstairs. Take some painkillers. You must have a huge hangover. Love you. Xoxox Seba”

You smiled at the note but tears formed in your eyes. “fine nowhere to go now. I’ll hear him out. It’s not like it can destroy me more then it already has.” You cleaned yourself up first and then walked downstairs. You saw Sebastian sitting at your kitchen table. He stared in front of him and he looked like hell. You realized how much you really missed him. Maybe this was a mistake. It still hurts too much but then again there was no way back now. you thought.

“you might look worse then I do” you chuckled sadly. He didn’t hear you come down. he was too much in his own thought. He gave you a sad smile back. “I probably do because you’ll always look good no matter what” he told you which made you chuckle a little. “how are you feeling?” he asked while making coffee for you. “probably as expected.” He chuckled a little. There fell a silence between you two. He gave you your coffee and sat opposite you.

You sipped your coffee. You didn’t know what to say or what to do but then again it really was up to him to say something. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything…. For all the hurt I cost you for everything” he told you and got tears in his eyes again. “what happened Seb?” you asked him softly. He looked up surprised at you that you would talk to him. he told you everything from beginning till the end. “I called it off. I don’t care what my team will say or what job I might lose. It all doesn’t matter as long as I’ve got you and I’m the biggest idiot on the planet for not seeing that sooner and for hurting you so much. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for that.”

You looked at him you never interrupted him once and just listened to what he had to say. “I love you and only you and it scares me absolutely shitless.” He told you. “you’re right. You are a fucking idiot. And I definitely did not deserve that. I’m not even sure if I want to give you another chance. Because it wasn’t like a small mistake of what this was huge Sebastian….” He looked down. he feared what was coming next but then again he deserved it he thought. “but I just can’t stop loving you. My heart will always be yours. If I want to or not. So I’m going to give you one chance. Don’t fuck it up Stan.” He looked at you in surprise but he got a grin on his face.

Sebastian walked towards you and sat you on the counter and placed his arms beside you. He had I big grin on your face “I love you so fucking much god” he told you and placed his lips on yours. You felt his tongue against your lips and you let him in. The kiss was passionate yet loving. Like he tried to make everything up to you. You pushed him back a little “you do still need to make it up though!” you told him and giggled. “what do you have in mind princess” he asked with a shit eating grin on his face. “oh I don’t know, nice dates, hot baths, I’ll get to choose the next four weeks of movies, getting me all the snacks I want” you said and you giggled. He placed short kisses all over your face telling you between every kiss “I ,kiss, will, kiss, do, kiss, everything, kiss, for, kiss, you, kiss” you giggled.

He looked at you in all seriousness. “Y/N I just can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. I really would do anything for you. And I want you to be mine. ” He told you which made you smile. You pulled him in another kiss. “let’s start over but as a couple” you told him with a smile. “I like that idea. We’ll take it as slow or fast as you want. But let’s start with movie night. We’ve missed a couple” he told you and laughed. “that sounds good.” You told him and he gave you kisses all over your face again”

He let go of you. “I’m going to the store. I’ll be right back” he told you. “what are you getting?” you asked. “all the snacks in the world” he told you and he wasn’t lying when he came back with 6 bags of snacks and drinks and your favorite take-out food. You giggled at him. “one step at a time” he told you and kissed you again while holding you close.

[azaleavi]

Best Friend

Requested by anon: hi could I request a sebastian x female reader where they have been best friends for years and reader has been in love with him for a while and it hurts her thag hes dating someone else and one day she just blurts it out because its too much??? angsty with a happy ending hopefully???

Word count: 1.8k

Author’s note: I got my first request!! I was so happy that I started writing right away. Thank you so much for requesting dear anon I hope you like it.

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Being the best friend of Sebastian was a challenge. It wouldn't have been, normally, but you had fallen in love with him and that made things a hundred times harder for you. But how could you not, when he was the most charming man you have ever met. He was the sweetest human being and he was always there for you when youu needed him. You met when you worked on a movie together and immediately hit it off. Thankfully there were more than one projects you worked on alongside each other so you became even closer. You thought there could be something more between you than friendship, but Sebastian never seemed to look at you like that. You got your hopes up multiple times, only to be let down again and again. So now you just learned to not expect any romantic feelings from him.

I want to tell you something the text read from Sebastian. You heart leaped in your chest at the thought of him wanting to talk to you about something seemigly important. It had to be important. Right? Maybe he would tell you, that he sees you as more than a friend. You texted him back saying that he could come over right now if he wanted to. He sent you a thumbs up, meaning he was on his way so you got to cleaning up your apartment. It wasn't necessarily messy, but there were a few things out you had to put away. Living in different cities or even countries all the time never left you with enough time to completely clean up the only place you called home. A knock on the front door shook you from your thoughts. You walked to it with a deep sigh, excited, but also afraid of what Seb wanted to talk to you about. Opening the door you met with his beautiful face.

"Hi" he smiled as you stepped aside to let him in.

"Hey. Come in." you greeted back. He walked in and took off his shoes as you closed the door. You walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He fidgeted with his hands, a sign that he was nervous. "What is it Sebby?" him being nervous made you even more nervous so both of you were just a bundle of nerves.

"It's just... I just..." he sighed, leaning forward and rubbing his face with his hands. Something was wrong.

"Hey, you can talk to me" you reassured him, putting your hands on his back and rubbing it.

"I accidentally told Chris that you are a virgin" he finally blurted out. Your hand froze on his back. He looked back up at you, only to see you trying to hold back a laugh. "Why are you laughing?" he asked, confused.

"He already knows Seb." you let out the laugh you've been holding in. His face lit up in realization and he relaxed against the back of the couch. "This is what you wanted to tell me?" you continued to laugh.

It was after he left that you let yourself feel the sadness of not getting the confession you were waiting for.

You loved having him as a friend, but you wanted more. You wanted to be the one that wakes up next to him every day, who gets to kiss him every chance you get. You could dream about it how many times you wanted to, but it would never happen. Especially when he had a girlfriend. You remembered when he told you.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" he grabbed your elbow as you were walking away from set, done for the day. You turned around, noticing how your face was closer to his than it probably should have been. He seemed to notice too as he stepped away from you. Your heart broke a little at his movement, but you knew that it wasn't his fault. He didn't feel the same as you did. You couldn't blame him, really. Why would he love you? There were so many better people out there whom he could choose. You understood, no one ever noticed you, so why would he be different. It was your fault for falling hopelessly in love with him. You tried to stop, you truly did, but it was no use. You couldn't tell him either, your friendship would be forever ruined. Of course he would be nice about it and say that he would want to keep being your friend, but you knew that it would never be the same.

"Yeah, sure we can talk" you smiled at him. The two of you walked to his dressing room, that was empty. You sat down on a hair as he did the same. "So?" you urged him to talk after a few second of silence.

"I met someone" your world stopped at his words. He looked up to see your reaction, but your face was blank. Your thoughts were a mess as you tried to come up with a response, trying to not show how your heart just broke into a million pieces.

"That's..." you cleared your throat, blinking a few times to get rid of the tears that started gathering in them. "That's amazing Seb." you froced a smile on your face, praying that he wouldn't see through your mask.

"She is actually working with us so I want you to meet her." he smiled, excited at the thought of his best friend and girlfriend meeting. You wish you could be happy for him, but right now you couldn't feel anything else but pain.

That was 8 months ago and they were happier than ever. Well... were before she decided to break up with him out of nowhere. He has been heartbroken for a long time, but he had you helping him through it. It was hard on you, but he was still your best friend and you knew you had to be there for him.

You were currently at his house, having a movie night. He was feeling much better now, your presence helping him through the worst of it. He was eternally grateful for you because of it. You were cuddling on his couch, becoming much closer in the last few weeks. You didn't use to do things like this, but when he started initiating the touches you didn't object. You thought it would be only for a little while, just because he needed someone to be close with after the breakup, but it didn't stop and your feeling were only getting stronger and stronger with each passing day. The movie was playing, a cliché romance, as he ran his fingers up and down your arm, your head on his shoulder. The man on TV was confessing his love for the woman and it made you think about what it would be like if you told Sebastian how you felt. He doesn't need a girlfriend right now you reminded yourself.

"This is so dumb" he rolled his eyes.

"What is?" you asked back, not understaning his problem.

"They were friends before this. Why ruin a perfectly good friendship with these feelings?" he felt your whole body stiffen at his words so he moved away to look at you. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing" you tried to brush it off and go back to cuddling, but he wasn't having it.

"No, something is wrong, I can feel it" he pushed.

"Seb, seriously, it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"No, you have to tell me when something is wrong, we are best friends and I don't want you to keep secrets from me-"

"I love you" you blurted out, your mouth moving without thinking. No, no, no, no this cannot be happening right now. He immediately stopped talking and just stared at you, frozen. You stood up from you place and started walking back and forth in front of him." I know you don't need this right now and I didn't even want to tell you, but you just kept pushing and I-" stopping your rambling, your eyes filled with tears. You let out a stuttering breath, your hands on your mouth. I've just ruined everything. I'm so dumb. You looked at him, still sitting in the same place, his mouth open in shock. "Please say something." you pleaded moving your hands to your sides, not being able to take his silence anymore.

"You are in love with me?" he whispered, eyes boring into yours. Heart sinking in your chest you looked down.

"Yes" you sighed, feeling like a ton has been lifted from your chest, the truth you've been holding in had finally been revealed. Two legs appeared in front of you and two hands grabbed your arms. You didn't want to look up, already knowing the rejection, that was coming.

"Look at me y/n" he asked quietly. "Please" he said when you didn't oblige. You finally looked up at him at his request, face now soaked in tears.

"I'm sorry" you whimpered, your heart fully broken. You valued his friendship so much and you didn't want to lose him over this, but it felt like it was already over. He pulled you into a hug.

"Do not be sorry for your feelings" he tightened his grip on you, making your tears fall faster. You let out a sob at his affection. This might be the last time you get to hug him like this so you gripped his waist as strongly as you could. He pulled away enough to look into your eyes. "Don't be sorry because I feel the same way." your heart skipped a few beats, your eyes widening. You couldn't believe your ears so you just looked at him confused. Sebastian smiled at your cute impression and swiftly pressed his lips to yours. You couldn't even close your eyes considering how shocked you were. Sebastian realized you weren't moving and pulled away, worried. He called your name in question which shook you out of your frozen state.

"What did you say?" you finally spoke.

"I said I love you too." he laughed.

"But you... you were... you... what?" you stuttered, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you" he chanted as he pressed his forehead to yours, still laughing, which was cut short when you pressed your lips to his. You kissed for a minute, but you had to break away from the other for air.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" you laughed, wiping away the remainer of your tears.

"I don't know" he leaned in to kiss you again, smiles on both of your faces.

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just like magic with marvel cast, the vibe is----- a perfect song for a lil b*tch with a good heart and a sarcastic mouth

just like magic is the song we ALL need for 2020😌 Start manifesting ya’ll🖤 Also thank you sm for the request I am so so sorry this took so freakin’ long😭 Love u, happy reading🖤🖤 Tried to add my own lil twist to your request:)

(A lil different from the request, but I tried to make the reader have a bit sas.)

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just like magic

Growing up within the Marvel Cinematic Universe was probably one of things you were most grateful for. When you first started out you weren’t that social. You were new to the business, you didn’t know anybody and you were intimidated by every single actor you crossed paths with.

At first you didn’t feel like you fit in. You felt as if you were a burden to everyone else. You barely talked to anyone which made the others approach you out of force by the Russos. Everyone around you was talented while you were just some newcomer who had jack shit as experience. The first few years you were insecure of yourself mentally and physically. You weren’t as pretty or fit as the other women in the MCU nor did your skills live up to theirs. Which led to some unhealthy habits. Plus there were haters and movie critics who would say horrible things about you and your acting.

You had a rocky start unlike Tom Holland and even Lexi Rabe. Until one day when you realized that you had to change how you were thinking. It took you a while but all that negative thinking you were doing was only bringing you negative energy. So when you had a break from filming movies, your number one goal was to improve yourself.

Wake up in my bed, I just wanna have a good day (Mmm, ah)

Think it in my head, then it happens how it should, ayy

Twelve o'clock, I got a team meeting, then a meditation at like 1:30

Then I ride to the studio listening to some shit I wrote (Oh)

You woke up with smile on your face in a sense of calmness. The sun shined bright hues into your room as you got up from your bed. Today was the first day back on set. You guys were finally filming Civil War and you were honestly so excited. As you did your morning routine, you went over how the day would go in your head. You’re genuinely excited to see the entire cast. It has been almost half a year since you’ve seen everyone and you couldn’t wait to be back.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Compared to the previous year, you looked and felt healthy. Your eyes shined and you looked well relaxed. You know like one of those face cleanser commercials? That’s how you felt. You felt like a breath of fresh air.

The ride to the studio took a good 30 minutes but it felt like seconds. You entered the set with a new sense of confidence and pride. The energy was practically radiating off you.

“(Y/n)?” You hear someone call from behind you. You turn around and see Scarlett looking at you.

“Hey!” You greet her as you approach her. You pulled her into a hug, startling her.

“Oh! Hello to you too, honey.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around you. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great! Life’s been good.” You answer as a toothy grin graces itself on your face. Scarlett’s eyes are filled with shocked. From the previous times she’s talked to you she’s never seen you so loud or open. You were always shy and closed off from everyone on set.

Good karma, my aesthetic (Aesthetic)

Keep my conscience clear, that's why I'm so magnetic

Manifest it (Yeah), I finessed it (I finessed it)

Take my pen and write some love letters to Heaven

Eventually everyone on set caught on to your new attitude. Though they tried to be discreet about their reactions and shocked expressions, you could still see how they were caught off guard by your sudden change of nature.

Anthony watched as you conversed with Elizabeth and Scarlett on the couch in Robert’s “village” . You were probably the most smiliest person in the room beating Evans, who was eating his lunch.

“She’s like different. But in a good way. It’s like she’s bloomed.” Anthony thought out loud to the men beside him. Chris (E) and Sebastian look in your direction.

“Bloomed?” Chris snorted as he swallowed his food.

“Yeah, like she’s growing into a woman.” Anthony hummed proudly as he went back to his own lunch. Sebastian smiled at you, “I think she’s gained some confidence in herself and finally realized how good of a person she is.”

“If she’s finally realized that, I’m glad she did. She’s like a ball of sunshine, it’s adorable.” Chris smiled proudly at you as your hands move around animatedly while explaining some story to the two women in front of you.

“Y’all think it’s a boy?” Anthony wondered. Sebastian rolled his eyes at his friend. Before he can even respond Anthony is calling you over. You approach the men with a smile and take a seat beside Sebastian.

“What’s up?” You greet them. Chris nods at you as he chews on his sandwich. Sebastian greeting you with a quiet “hey”.

“So who’s the lucky man?” Anthony asks teasingly. Your brows knit together head tilting to the side.

“Man?”

“Yes man, or boy, whatever. Who’s got you feelin’ yourself, (y/n).” Anthony wiggles his brows as he shimmies closer to you. Sebastian, who’s in between you two, cringes at the man to his left.

You didn’t take any offense to the question, knowing that everyone was curious as to why you were so unlike yourself.

You chuckled before smirking at the older man, “Anthony, honey. I don’t need a man to be feelin’ myself. I did this on my own.”

Chris and Sebastian’s mouth drop at your answer. Chris laughed as he pointed out Anthony’s face. Sebastian slung an arm around your shoulder bringing you into a side hug as he laughed with Chris.

“To be fair” Chris began to say but started to laugh, “To be fair, you deserved that.” Anthony’s face went flushed as he nodded to himself. You suddenly felt bad that you put him on the spot.

“Alright, stop laughing at him.” You playfully glare at Chris and Seb. You poke Anthony’s arm, “To answer your question, I’ve just been working on myself. Thinking more positively, I even tried manifestation.”

“You know what, that’s good. You’re taking care of yourself mentally and physically. I’m proud of you for doing this for yourself, we all are.” Anthony tells you as he motions to the two other men.

You look at all three of them, all of them looking at you with pride, “Thanks guys.”

Just like magic (Baby), just like magic (Oh yeah)

Middle finger to my thumb and then I snap it

Just like magic (Yeah), I'm attractive (Oh yeah)

I get everything I want 'cause I attract it (Oh)

As the months passed, the more you evolved into another version of you. You walked with determination, carried yourself with such grace and you’ve gained confidence in your career. You didn’t let your insecurities get to you, instead you faced them and overcame them. You were tired of letting them control you.

Your change in attitude and perspective on life has definitely affected your life in many ways. Manifestation was one of the things that have helped you the most. Writing about your goals and putting that energy out to the world has helped you persevere in your job. You’ve only faced good karma; sending out positive energy and receiving it back from the universe.

So far you’ve been casted in two new projects and have a campaign lined up with Gucci. If you were told a year ago that you’d be working with big time directors and freakin’ Gucci, you wouldn’t have believe them. Life has been unreal ever since you decided to change your life around. But of course you had to thank your Marvel family, without them and their support you probably wouldn’t haven gotten to where you were today.

Looking at my phone, but I'm tryna disconnect it (Oh yeah)

Read a fuckin' book, I be tryna stay connected (Yeah)

Say it's tricky at the top, gotta keep a slim ego for a thick wallet

Losing friends left and right, but I just send 'em love and light (Oh)

As many people recognized your success many people still tried to pull you down. Some fans on social media have noticed your change in behavior and have even praised you for practicing self care. While others still tried to push you off the mountain of success you were currently on and drag you across the ground.

These were the reasons as to why you were barely on your phone anymore. You used to be invested in your phone but after realizing how much negativity it brought you, you’ve decided to slowly disconnect from it. Which led you to becoming more interested into books.

Chris (E) had even brought some of his favorite arts of literature for you to borrow. You were currently on your third book of his, Sapiens A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari. You were sitting outside your trailer in a fold up chair under the shade. Your peacefulness was interrupted by Tom (Holland) who had a worried expression on his face.

“Have you not seen it yet?” He asked you as soon as he was in front of you. Being the two most youngest actors on the current set, you guys were closer to each other than with the adults.

“Seen what, Tommy?” You put a finger in between the pages you were reading to save your spot. Tom pulls his phone out and began to type. He tapped on his screen and turned the screen to you.

“She’s been talking crap about you for days.” You read the article and saw that one of your “friends”, Sabrina has been speaking out about your success and how it’s changed you as a person.

“She’s going off about how the more money you get in your wallet, the more bratty and arrogant you become.” He grumbled as he turned his phone off.

“I could care less, honestly. I know I haven’t done anything to her and if I did I was unaware of it. Plus, she stopped talking to me after I said I couldn’t get her a part in a movie.” You shrugged as you placed a proper bookmark in the book.

“You’re not upset?”

“I mean it’s sad that she’s acting so two faced. But if that’s how she wants to roll, then be my guest. It’s her loss, not everyone has great taste.” You flicked a piece of hair away from your face with your hand.

“You’re not gonna release a statement against her?”

“No, probably just wish her well with her life and move on with my own.” You answered much to Tom’s dismay.

Redesign your brain, we gon' make some new habits

Just like magic (Just like magic), just like magic

Filming has officially ended a few months ago and now you guys were doing press tour for Civil War. Before you were the new and improved version of yourself, you dreaded press tours. Some interviewers were nice and respectful, but there were those who would ask inappropriate questions and were just rude in general. All you could remember during those past tours was wanting to leave those rooms as soon as possible.

The q&a panel at New York had a packed room. There were many journalist crowded in the room shoulder to shoulder. You were sat in between Elizabeth and Scarlett, two of the women who have been guiding you and teaching you about life as a woman in the business. They were also like your older sisters.

The panel had been going smoothly for the first half hour until a man with a snobby face and cocky demeanor approached the mic.

“Hello, I’m Keith and my question’s for (y/n).” He began. You nodded in his direction, motioning for him to continue.

“I think everyone’s noticed how you’ve changed and developed as a person. Obviously something’s changed in your life. So I want to know if you’ve had any intimate relationships with any of the men in the cast?” You were surprised at the man’s question. First it was bold of him to ask such a question and second it was just disrespectful to you and the others on the cast.

“I mean someone’s gotta be fucking you good to make you crawl out your shell.” The man finished shrugging nonchalantly. Robert was about to interject but your mouth was quicker than his. The men of the cast were disgusted at the man while they sat at the edge of their seats.

“Well last time I checked my contract, my job was to act, not sleep around with the men who are part of these movies.” You spoke into the mic. All the attention was on you while the room was at a standstill.

“It’s also very upsetting that you think a girl needs to be fucked in order to be confident in herself. I hate to break it to you but women are completely capable of turning their lives around without the help of men and that says a lot about you, sir. So if I were you, I’d take myself back to my seat and rethink my life because if one of us has to redesign our brains it’s you.” You finished as you placed your mic on your lap. The room was silent until the cast began to clap. This was your first time standing up for yourself, usually Robert or Scarlett would swoop in and save you but this time, you were saving yourself.

You shook your head as you blushed, shoving your head in your hands. You felt some pats on the backs and cheers from your dysfunctional family. You look up and see Scarlett and Elizabeth smiling at you proudly.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Robert asked the crowd as he hugged you. The crowd cheering you on.

Just like magic, your life felt like a dream come true, knowing that you were worth it and enough for the people around you and for yourself.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Hiccups - Chris Evans X Reader

Word Count: 682

Warnings: mostly fluff, couple swearwords. 

It had been a long day on set. Today of all days you had the worst case of the hiccups. It rendered pretty much ever take useless. Even if you weren’t speaking you could either hear your poorly concealed hiccup, or you could see you desperately holding one back in the background of the shot.

Everyone on the cast had tried and failed to cure your hiccups using pretty much every trick in the book.

Scarlett told you to hold your breath which no matter how long you tried just was not working.

Downey got you gargling water which went horribly wrong when you hiccuped mid gargle causing you to nearly choke. Spitting the water out everywhere coughing and spluttering.

Hemsworth even got you doing a handstand trying to drink a glass of water which just led to water going up your nose. A burning sensation that you really want to forget and never live through again.

You had all pretty much given up, the russo brothers discussing whether to just reshoot the scene tomorrow or just digitally edit you in later on.

Needless to say you weren’t feeling great. You were sulking as you walked and hiccuped back to your trailer.

“How you feeling?” Seb asks as he and Mackie jog to catch up to with you.

“Not” hiccup “great” hiccup.

“Fucking hell” you groan quickly followed by yet another hiccup.

You glare over at Seb and Mackie when they started laughing at you.

“Its” hiccup “not” hiccup “funny!” You complains hitting the both of them before walking away.

“Okay, okay sorry” Seb says holding his hands up in surrender.

You turn back to look at the two of them who were smirking at you. You roll your eyes going to turn around. When you do all you see in the corner of your eye is a large mass jumping out of nowhere.

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!” Chris shouts loudly in your ear.

You let out a surprised shriek, hands flying to your head ducking down. When you get over your initial shock you turn to see Chris laughing hysterically clutching his chest.

“What the hell babe! You scared the living shit out of me!” You exclaim slapping his arm.

You see Chris’ eyes widen slightly at your outburst.

“Babe?” You hear Mackie say alerting you to the fact the Mackie and Seb were still there.

“You two got something to tell us?” Seb smirks.

You groan realising you had just accidentally outed you and Chris as a couple. The two of you had decided to keep it on the down-low for the first couple months, meaning nobody especially the cast knew.

“Look guys, we just wanted to keep it between us for the first couple months” Chris explains taking a step close to you.

“I mean I’m happy for you guys but if you think I’m not gonna tell the entire cast you’ve got another thing coming” Mackie laughs rubbing hands together.

“We’ll tell them to keep it quiet though” Seb adds with a smirk.

You and Chris don’t have a chance to argue before the two of them run away to share the news.

“That’s your fault” Chris says smirking over at you.

“My fault!! You were the one that jumped out at me” you exclaim.

“I was trying to cure your hiccups!” Chris explains.

You go to argue when you realise that you hadn’t hiccupped at all since he scared you. You hold up your hand to stop him from saying anything as you waited for the inevitable hiccup. It never came though and you could see Chris smiling at you victoriously.

“So don’t get all angry at me, and since the secrets out you can’t be mad at me for this” Chris smirks.

He grabs your hand pulling you into his arms. He crashes his lips down on yours. You squeak in surprise before instantly melting into his arms.

“Still upset with me?” He smirks when he pulls away.

“Nope not at all” you smirk grabbing him by the nape of his neck pulling his lips back down to yours.

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Mute

Pairing: Chris Evans x Mute!Reader

Summary: You meet Chris for the first time and he doesn’t know you’re mute. All hell breaks loose.

Warnings: angst, chris being an accidental asshole, fluff, sebastian stan being protective

A/N: I based this on a dream I had, as well as my experience with being a selective mute from 2017-2020, and how I communicated and who I spoke verbally to. Hope you enjoy!

Sebastian was shocked when he met you in pre-production for the first post-endgame Marvel movie, and you didn’t speak, instead nodding and using hand gestures that he later deciphered to be sign language. He knew that you were fairly new to the industry, and so approached Joe Russo.

“Hey, Joe. I just had a question about the new girl, Y/N?” He asked, while watching you walk of with your PA next to you. “Sure, what’s up?” Joe responded.

Sebastian cleared his throat before continuing. “I tried talking to her a little bit, but she didn’t speak, instead she used sign language, and I just was wondering if you knew why? Just so I can be better prepared and know how to help her,”

Joe smiled at Sebastian’s request. Being the insanely caring person that Seb was, his question didn’t surprise him. “She’s a selective mute. She does talk, but it is only when she is acting, and she’s an amazing actor. She mentioned to me that she doesn’t speak verbally unless she is very close to the person and trusts them wholeheartedly, such as her family and best friends. Her PA is her best friend, and can help you communicate with her. But, other than that, just get to know her. She’ll probably open up to you.” Joe finished, before patting Seb on the back, and walking off to talk to some production people.

Sebastian looked in the direction that you had gone, and decided to talk to you. You may not communicate verbally with him, but he wanted to get to know you.

Over the next few weeks of pre-production, both Sebastian and Anthony got to know you, and both were insanely shocked when you performed your first scene with them. You delivered your lines like you had been talking all your life, and with the gravity of an experienced actor. They both congratulated you, and you signed “thank you” in response. If any one had any doubts about your skills as an actor before, they had fully dissipated.

When it had been announced that production would be moving to the UK, Seb approached you and Mackie with the idea of renting a place together. You had agreed instantly, glad that you wouldn’t be living on your own in a foreign country all alone, especially since Y/B/F/N couldn’t come along. Living with both boys was chaotic to say the least, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. They gave you the biggest bedroom in the house, and began learning sign language so you wouldn’t have to carry your ipad everywhere for your text-to-speech app.

A few weeks in, you began to speak verbally to both boys. They were shocked when you spoke to them for the first time, but were insanely happy. Seb was almost in tears, recalling that you only spoke to those who you trusted whole heartedly. He had become insanely protective of you, and treated you like a sister, which you absolutely loved.

Everything was going great. That was, until Chris Evans showed up.

He had just finished filming his latest project, and decided to come and visit his two closest friends that he hadn’t seen in a few months. Mackie had mentioned that he was coming, and would be staying in the spare bedroom, and you foolishly assumed that he would tell Chris about your mutism.

But Mackie being Mackie, he didn’t. And neither did Seb, who also thought Mackie had told him.

You hid in your room when Chris arrived, not ready to face him at that point. You ventured out just after dinner time, and grabbed a plate of food before retreating back into your safe haven with the cover of working on an assignment that you had told to Seb. They bought it, and you and Chris made eye contact and shared a wave before you disappeared from sight.

A few days later is when all hell broke loose.

Chris seemed to have a habit of searching you and Seb out. It started off with him walking into our bedroom while Seb was talking to you, and admiring how you’d decorated the place. Yo gave him a small shy smile, which he returned, although there was a hint of confusion written all over his face. Then, you were asking Sebastian for clarification on the Romanian lines that you were supposed to speak the next day, when Chris wandered in to the kitchen. He noticed how you instantly fell silent, and whispered a thank you to Sebastian before you scurried past him. How watched your back retreat, and sighed, but grabbed his the beer he came for before walking into the living room.

It was later that night that you had decided that you wanted to talk to Chris. You hadn’t known him very long, but you felt very safe around him, and everyone had told you how trustworthy he was. You had spent the last 30 minutes hyping yourself up in the mirror before walking out on a journey to find him. You heard his voice floating from the kitchen, and as you got closer, your heart instantly broke.

“I just don’t get what her problem is with me.” You heard Chris say. Another voice, Seb, responded.

“Chris, I don’t think she has a problem with you,”

Chris scoffed. “Yes she does. Why else would she not talk to me, and rush out of a room quicker than she entered when I walk in? She has a huge problem with me. I don’t know why she thinks that just because she got a part in a movie that she can walk around all high and mighty, but I’ve done nothing to her. She’s being a bitch,”

You heard Seb exclaim and start to defend you, but you didn’t stay to listen to what he said, instead running back to your room in tears, your confidence shattered. You grabbed your iPad and apple pencil, and began to draw, an activity that let you communicate your feelings. You wanted to show Chris that you didn’t hate him, and that you didn’t think more of yourself just because you got a part in a movie.

You finished it right before dinner, and kept it in your grip tightly when Mackie called you down for dinner. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you made your way down the stairs, but your face fell, and eyes welled up with tears when you saw Chris wasn’t there.

“Is Chris coming to dinner?” You asked Seb, and he shook his head no sadly.

“No. He’s not in the best mood, but dont worry, he’ll be fine.” He said, as he grabbed his plate.

“Oh, okay.” You said, your voice coming out shaky. You looked down at the ipad in your hands, before walking out the kitchen. Seb followed behind you. Just before you reached the stairs, he gripped your arm, causing you to turn around.

“What’s wrong?” He asked sincerely, and you couldn’t hold back the tears.

“I-I heard h-him talking about m-me earlier,” You whispered, and Seb cursed before pulling you into a hug.

“You heard him,” He said. You nodded before speaking again.

“I drew him a picture and I wanted to give it to him to show that what h-he said wasn’t t-true, and that I’m actually a huge fan of his,” You sobbed into his chest. Seb didn’t move, but waited for your tears to subside, before walking with you upstairs.

“He’ll come around. He had a rough night, although that doesn’t excuse his behaviour. I’ll talk to him, okay?”

You nodded, and curled up in bed. “Do you want me to bring you up some dinner?” Seb asked, and you nodded again, before telling him what you wanted.

He left the room, and came down the stairs. he plated the food that you wanted, and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge.

“What happened?” Anthony asked from the dining room as Seb passed.

“She heard what Evans said, and she’s heartbroken. I’m bringing her dinner, and then I’m gonna talk some sense into that motherfucker.”

“Good, he needs it.” Anthony agreed, watching as Seb walked away.

Seb dropped the food off to you, before walking across the hall to Chris’s room. He answered after the first knock.

“What’s up?”

“First of all, you’re a grade A asshole, and second of all, you need to go apologize to Y/N.” Seb said, anger bubbling in his voice.

“Why? She hates me, I’ve done nothing to her to-“ Chris began before Seb interrupted him.

“SHE DOESN’T HATE YOU!” He exclaimed. “She’s selectively mute, that’s why she doesn’t speak to you! She’s a huge fan of you. She’s in her bedroom, right now, heartbroken, because she heard you talking about her.” Seb finished, his hand pointing at your bedroom door.

Chris felt his heart sink. “Why does she talk to you, but not me?”

Seb sighed. “She only talks to people she trusts a lot, and you met her yesterday. Of course she’s not gonna talk to you right away, and now I’m afraid she never will because you talked bad about her. She drew you a picture in hopes that you would understand that she didn’t hate you, but you broke her heart even more by not showing up at dinner. Now, go and fix it or will not hesitate to call your mother.” Seb finished, before walking away.

Chris sat back down on his bed in disbelief. He’d fucked up, and he didn’t know how to fix it. He thought back to Seb’s threat, before picking up his phone and calling his mom.

You had just finished another episode of Criminal Minds, when a knock came to your bedroom door. You dragged yourself out of bed, and opened the door to reveal Chris. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and kept them locked on the floor, in fear that he was going to yell at you, and repeat his earlier statements to your face.

“I’m sorry,” Chris breathed out. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You slowly moved your eyes up to meet his, and he sucked in a breath when he saw your puffy eyes. “It’s ok.” You signed, and Chris shook his head no, before enveloping you into his arms.

He moved the two of your further into your bedroom, and shut the door behind him.

“It is NOT okay. In any way. I broke your fucking heart, Y/N. I have no excuse for what I said, and I want to make it up to you. Will you let me do that?” He asked, his face buried into the hair atop your head. You nodded and he pulled away from you. You grabbed your ipad, opened up your text to speech app, and typed in a sentence.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

Chris nodded, and smiled, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Of course. You pick.”

You led him over to the bed, and got in, and he climbed in the opposite side. You picked up the remote, and chose the movie “Swat: Under Siege”. Chris wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and pulled you close to him. You cuddled into his chest as the movies opening scene began to play.

About halfway through the movie, Chris tilted your chin up to look at him.

“I really am sorry. I hate that I said what I did. I just- Seb had told me all about you, and I had seen some of the leaked pictures from set, and all I wanted to do was impress you. When I thought you hated me, I couldn’t handle it, and I lashed out. I’m so so sorry about that.” He said, his thumb teaching over your cheekbone once more. “Also, Seb told me that you drew me a picture? Can I see it?” And you nodded.

You unlocked your ipad and opened the drawing app, clicking on the most recent one, before handing the device over to Chris.

His breath caught in his throat while he looked down at the picture you had drawn of him.

“T-that is amazing,” He said, tears coming to his eyes at the picture that you worked so hard to make of him. “You’re even more amazing than I thought.” He finished. “Thank you,” You signed, before thinking of a question.

You grabbed your iPad once more, and typed into your app.

“Why did you want to impress me?” Chris smiled at the sound of the robotic voice coming from the device.

“I was drawn to you. I dont know what is was, but I couldn’t get you off my mind. I had searched and searched to find another tv or movie you had been in, but nothing came up, and I was so shocked that you got such a big part right off the bat. But I was also insanely excited to see you perform. And when Seb and Mackie told me I could come and stay for a while, I was ecstatic to be able to get to know you, and that’s when I realized that I liked you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. Did Chris Evans really just admit to having a crush on you?

“Now, I understand if you dont like me back, but I had to get that off my chest, especially since I just broke your heart.” Chris said, his eyes focused on the tv to not meet your gaze. You gave him a small smile, but grasped his chin into your hand, and drew his lips into a soft and tender kiss.

He let out a breathy moan, and pulled you closer. His lips travelled from your lips, and all over your face, amking you let out a giggle. He started laughing too, and pulled away. “I’m guessing this means that you like me too?” He asked, and you nodded immediately.

He smiled, and grasped your hand in his. “Well then, can I take you on a date?”

You took a deep breath, and opened your mouth. “Yes.”

Chris’s eyes immediately welled up with tears and he pulled you in for another kiss.

“You spoke to me,” He whispered when he pulled apart, a few tears rolling down his face.

You shrugged and gave him a smile.

“I trust you wholeheartedly.”

[starshipsofstarlord]

Hi! So I would like to request a Seb x reader one shot if you have the time ☺️ I just got diagnosed with Endometriosis today and am in need of some soft Seb... Could you write smth where Seb finds out that reader is always in pain during sex and never said anything, though he knows she has Endometriosis and usually cares for her during her period... and he then encourages her to get surgery to try and fix it? Only if it's okay though, I know it's very precise, sorry!

A/N; I am so sorry to hear about this hun, i hope there’s something that can be done, no one deserves to go through that kind of pain. I researched endometriosis and it certainly sounds horrible, I’m sending you all my love and support 💙

Endometriosis - Sebastian Stan x reader

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Summary; based on the request, I changed it a tiny bit so I hope that’s okay, I just feel like if r was in pain seb would notice, I hope you like it hun 🤍

Warnings; endometriosis, smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), 69ing, mentions of sex toys, illness, mention of alcohol, fluff, pain, swearing

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It hurt like a bitch, there was no way to put it, or at least it was a simpler revelation of description at the prying of your womb had you near to tears. You laid your head down into the pillow, mushing it into the fabric, as you wanted the pain to dwindle down into nothing, and thus you tried to ignore your own suffering, as you turned over to be on your back, severely wincing by the change in position. A groan came from the other side of the bed, as the man that was laid there began to shuffle, in the midst of waking up.

“Morning.” He spoke with a hoarse voice, the steadiness obliterated by his blatant hangover that was haunting his form. Sebastian rubbed a hand over his eyes as he fully awoke, stretching his back as he reached his arm out, swiftly hooking it around the back of your neck as you allowed yourself to lay on the muscle. “Guess neither of us got laid, did we?” He laughed lightly, shaking his head, as he tipped his chin up, blinking his baby blues up to the ceiling.

“Considering that we’re in the same bed, and that you’re not a stranger to me, I guess not.” You laughed to your close friend, whom was aware of your condition, but not the extent of it. “Looks like you’re going to suffer from no morning sex Stan, I’m sure that sucks for you.”

“Usually it’s someone else doing the sucking.” You smacked his arm at his off handed comment, pulling a smirk out from the man as he turned to face you, pulling you closer by the contact that he had upon you. “I’m guessing your disappointed that you’re not waking up to some muscular, blonde haired and blue eyes patriotic punk.”

“If you’re describing Evans, i swear that I will punch you in the dick, I said he was attractive once.” You put emphasis on the amount of time(s) you had ever mentioned it. A pout quivered his lips, as he shuffled beneath the covers, angling his hips in a more comfortable position so that they weren’t being crunched down on the mattress.

“You can punch my dick, on the agreement that you kiss it better.” Seb allowed a hollow smirk to mull over his handsome features, as you swatted his bicep once more, an unhumored frown conforming its position upon your face.

“I’m not one of your hook ups, I’m not gonna get on my knees for you buddy.” You bantered back, raising a brow at his inquisition. No, you were not a past sexual partner of his; it was a constant of him never having a serious relationship, he opted for flings rather than any long engagements, you suspected that he had feelings for someone else, but you were not sure of whom.

The thought alone of him being endeared with the image of one woman brought a pain to your body, separate from your medical suffering. Though your opinion wasn’t fair, considering that you as well, or had your time of sleeping around before the pain in your inner walls became too much, and that was one of the many things that you had given up, more or less.

To support the montage of your body’s self torture, you had a mixture of hormone and tablets that helped reduce the unexplainable sensation that willed around in your lower half, swarming around like an internal snake bite in your own body.

“69 then?” He joked, but it felt so serious. You knew he wasn’t being truthful, it was the relationship the pair of you had, though his face had moved closer, his breath fanning over your face, making your heart prominently race as you thought about such a scenario. “Having mentioned Evans...” he began to change the conversation, having felt the heat that had radiated from your body.

“Go on.” You pried at him, interested in hearing what his friend had opted to say about the pair of you. It wasn't every day that you heard celebrities gossiping about you.

“He thinks we’ve hooked up.” Sebastian stated, making your neck reel slightly back as you took in the fact, of well, the perceived view point of a world renowned, household name, actor. A part of you was slightly embarrassed, you held your own cheek as the words that Chris had passed on sunk in on you.

“We, no, never. Okay, I’m exaggerating, that would not be so bad, but it would definitely be weird. But like, why does he think that, of all things?” You asked whilst partially laughing. It made you partially aware of yourself, and the prospect of you possibly having made your feelings obvious, but that however hadn’t been the case as Seb scratched over the stubble that he had on his chin, and did that awkward Bucky smile that had became humorous in his new marvel show.

“Of all things; it’s like you’re trying to break my heart babes.” With one diverging look from you, he knew he was done for. It always pained him to keep secrets from you, and this was the one that he had been hiding for so long. “You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you? Okay, fine. I still can’t believe that you haven’t caught on, after all this time, but this just shows that you haven’t noticed how I try and scare away every guy with my money and power.”

“Yeah, I noticed that.” Lightly you scoffed, having many memories of such a situation. It was a pattern that kept repeating itself, but to you it had just become normal, and to say you were fine with it was not incorrect. It gave you hope that he could reciprocate the emotions that you held towards him, though having a wish like that was altogether hopeless. He was just protective, that was all, he probably saw you like a little sister, or something of the sort, that really put a drab annotation on the prospect of romance.

“Ever wonder why?” Ever, more like all the time, but you allowed him to continue without disruption, by doing so more would be unveiled by that mouth of his, and you were eager to learn more, yet a little hesitant. “It is because I am so tired of being your friend, I love it, don’t get me wrong but...” you were dreading what was to come out of his mouth next, you squeezed your eyes shut, almost as if you were unable to see, the pain would not render upon your specimen. “I love you.”

“You what?!” Eyes snapping open, you were blatantly shocked by his confession. “That can’t be right Seb, you’re you, and I’m me, and-“

“We’re us.” He finished for you. As he noticed you relax from his contingence, which allowed him the time gap to slide closer, his warm and soft hand running up the side of your face as he watched you gasp from the sensation. It was not the first time he had touched your cheek, but it was the first instance in which he done so intimately; you were rather fond of the treatment.

You nuzzled your face into the curve of his hand, your brows lightly directed in a downwards motion as you lulled in his touch, and that was when you realised that he had frozen. “Shit.” You stopped him from moving away, pausing the sadness in his eyes for the current second. “I should have responded, that was my bad. I love you too, I’m not just saying that, so you know.”

“That’s a relief.” Sebastian sighed, falling back onto the mattress, bringing his face accidentally closer to your own. The tips of your noses were touching as your eyes ogled deep within the pools of one another’s, it was impossible not to seek a closer vicinity, and thus, you slunk closer, bracing the tips of your nails against his scruff, as your lips worked their way onto his.

“How would you like another kind of relief?” You pulled away, stroking down the smooth course of his shirt covered chest, prompting a suggestive dialogue in your tone. His brow raised as he thought about it for a moment, but then he remembered a rather distinctive matter he didn’t want to cause any obstruction to.

“What about your, you know?” He was referring to your endometriosis, having the knowledge about the unfortunate illness that interfered with your life. Through it all, the doctors appointments, the encouraging you to take your medication on days that you weren’t feeling particularly well, he was there. Now it made sense why.

To reply, you softly shook your head, combing your hands over his shoulders, as you answered him. “If it gets too much, I’ll give you the signal.” You spoke, leaning down to peck his lips, though you still saw the reluctance that was embedded on his forehead in the form of strict lines. “I promise.” You persuaded him, meaning the sentiment, as his eyes trailed down, his hand scourging a fierce, passionate grip upon your hipbone as his tongue weaved its way back into your mouth.

You moaned into the atmosphere of his mouth, grabbing onto his cheeks as you heaved breaths into the internal beyond of this man, rolling on top of him, as you swept your crotch down against his own, extracting a sinister sound out of his guttural throat. It was only turning you on more, and you knew that if you didn’t do something, even despite the recommendations of your doctor, you would be sufficed with a lack of pleasure, and that was all you currently craved.

It wasn’t fair how you had been dubbed with the condition. So many people in the world could have sex whenever they pleased, yet you were forced to commend under the sentence of experiencing a discomfort when all you wanted was the comfort of being intwined with another human being. That connection, it felt mandatory, however you were denied it, for every time that you proceeded to bed a stranger, or a partner of any sorts, the stretch of anything in your walls pursued you with a fracture of pain.

You’d even had to throw out your vibrator, whilst it felt good on the outside, the clenching of your empty walls sparked physical and mental hurt, and reminded you of the fact that whenever you were filled by any length, your body could not function to emit pleasure, instead it was the opposite that you were tasked with contracting. The thought and reminder often spewed tears in your eyes, but you held them back as you got lost in Sebastian.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He admitted sentimentally, and your heart both became full and broken. It was sweet and scorching to the arousal between your legs to know that he was that concerned about your well being; he wasn’t just prioritising getting his dick wet. He resumed pressing succulent kisses on your lips, he lulled in the notion, he too wanted to be close to you, but he wasn’t willing to do inadvertently so to the expense of you being in pain.

That was the opposite of what he wanted, even as your hand wandered down his firm and pheromone driven body, that bucked in your grip, as your hand hooked around his bulge, your thumb stroking over his round sack as he grew beneath the layers of his soft sweats and underwear. “69 then?” You reiterated his earlier words, causing his pupils to blow wide, and his blue irises to darken into the juxtaposition of stormy skies.

“Will that be okay?” You confirmed it was, even if you weren’t completely sure yourself. The angles, the penetration, it was all elements, that combined gave you an equation that you had yet to figure out. The only way to do so was to try it, even if it concluded in an error, and not a sensible answer. To instigate the next step, you roused your sleep shirt from your body, leaving you in nothing more than your causal panties, but Seb didn’t seem to mind.

In fact he rather preferred the normalcy of your actions and undress, it made the strategy of shifting from friends to intimate lovers into one of relaxation, there was no absurdity nor discomfort yet, for either one of you. Your fingers dipped in the sides of your underwear, teasing the band, as you cocked your head towards Seb, licking your lips as you took in the view of him entranced by your being. “Am I going to be the one naked or...”

You were grateful that he took the hint, and stripped himself from both layers that kept his goods confined. He rapidly removed them, leaving his uncut cock open to your gaze; it wasn’t anything massive which was a relief, but it for now, it was to be attained in the confinement of your mouth, rather than the realm of your cunt, so that slight stretch could await. As you thought of that, you reached your hand out, dancing your fingers lightly over his shaft.

Seb emitted a soft huff from his obtainable lips, he dragged you to be laying atop of him, as your thighs surrounded his length on either side, it was warm, and rested perfectly below your where your cunt was hovering. How you wished to just sink down on it and- “Turn around.” For a moment you took time to refrain your memory to perceive what you had said before. And then, whence your words caught up to you, it was simple to do so, especially with the motivation of what was going to happen.

As you spun around, to be facing his lower half and have your own above his mouth, you watched his cock twitch, as it rested heavily upon his abdomen. You could feel your nerves kick in; it was a substantial difference from anything that you had ever done together, from looking at the stars and watching cheesy movies, to sexual actions, it was quite the leap. But a welcome one, you had waited so long to acknowledge your feelings to him, you'd be damned if you were not going to act on them.

A shiver rippled up your spine as he paved a lick through your slit, it made you tense up for a moment, and you try to register any diagnosis of pain, you coiled when he put one of your lips in his mouth. It felt good, which was a relief, and you took that as a sign to reap your front forwards, and focus on his throbbing hardness that was oozing precum against his perfect skin. The drop of essence looked like liquid moonstone, catching the ambience of the snooping sun that eyes through the crescent opening of the closed curtains, creating a luminescent light against the contrast of his skin.

Leaning forwards, as the initial shock of Seb using his tongue on you had settled in, as a faint plea from inside of you derived away in your eternal being, your tongue glided over the patch of fallen precum, your eyes fluttering at the heavenly, yet rare taste, it wasn’t every day that a man’s cum was relatively nice on your buds. Some perceived eating junk food as a lifestyle, caring not for how the receiver of their sperm would taste within the mouth of a giver on the other end. Sebastian hummed against your slick folds, as he danced his hands around your ass, grasping your cheeks firmly.

His fingers swept through the outside of your cunt, fooling around with your labia as his tongue swirled your bud, making your face grimace on the edge of pleasure, as your warm lips wrapped around the head of his cock, whirling your tongue within his slit, as your hand rested around the rest of his length, jerking it in your grasp, as his hips lightly heaved upwards against your face. He teased a finger around your entrance, running the tip along the wet flesh that mimicked your breaths as it clenched prosperously.

“Shit!” Tears webbed in your eyes as he entered the finger, though he considered that a resonating profanity of pleasure. To your dismay, it indeed was not though, the entry of the digit weighed heavy inside you, prying sorely against your walls as your giving to him paused, as you harshly gripped his thigh. “Shit, that hurts Seb. Fuck!” In an instant, he stopped, extracting his finger out from within you, as it caused you further pain, and helped you turn around, and lay languidly upon the bed.

“Oh my god, fuck, I’m so sorry y/n/n.” He panicked, immense guilt wavering his body, as he grasped your face, staring with sorrow into your seasoned expression. “I didn’t mean to- didn’t want to hurt you, shit, I should never have tried to-“ soothing his conflicting emotions, you stroked his shoulders, kissing him to ease his words into silence. He felt guilty, but so did you, you were the one whom had encouraged to pursue the rhythm of your shared sexuality to one another, deducting the poise of your actions with tear beaded eyes.

“It was my fault; I said it would be fine. I should have known it shouldn’t have, I’m sorry.” You reasoned with him, knowing that you had told him that it was to be something that you could manage, but from experience, you should have had better knowledge of how things would turn out.

“Don’t you ever apologise, you’re perfect, the only thing that I want to ease is your suffering. Is there any news on the operation that can be done, should I get you your medication now?” He wanted to be certain, to ensure that you didn’t put the accountability of your situation completely on yourself, he should have asked if a finger would have been fine, he shouldn’t have been swayed by your persuasion. “I could talk to someone, see if I could get the thing moved up, I can pay for it, get you further up on the ladder.”

“No.” You smiled, pressing an ample kiss upon his scruffy cheek. “I don’t want that, many other people are waiting for the op too, and I can’t have you paying for it. That would just be inconsiderate of me, you have already done so much for me, I can’t ask more. You’ve been there through everything, just wait with me whilst I wait for myself.” You pulled the sheets over your breasts, staring opulently into his serene eyes, shuddering as he swept his lips over your mouth once more, deriving you breathless for a moment.

“It’s okay to be selfish, if any of them had that chance, then they would take it. I can afford it, and I would want nothing more than to pay for it, it’s not just about sex, you know that. I love you so so much, you’re my best friend, the girl of my dreams, I’ve waited for you, I just want the pain that you live through to disappear. Out of all people, it’s not fair that it’s you, but it is, and this is the one way to fix the reductive searing of hurt that you live through.” You gulped, water glazing your irises as you stared at her, trying to diffuse your light sob.

His words brought acceptance to you within the scenario, as you took a deep breath in, confronting the trigger that had set off inside of you. It was difficult to handle and attain to, as you curled in his bare arms, exasperating your soundness close to him, as he competently cupped your face, kissing the tip of your nose. “Okay.” You agreed, nodding sincerely along with your words. “Okay, I’ll do it for me. It’s the right thing to do.” A smile raved his face, as you convinced yourself of doing so. It was to be a long road, but Sebastian would be there holding your hand, travelling down this path alongside you.

[smutsonian]

okay but,, imagine if the reader had been a complete brat and gone out without letting Lee know. He waned her before about the dangers out there and that he wont always be there to save her. This gives him an idea. Lee decides to scare her by locking her up in a prison cell with Robert Pronge. Lee lets him do whatever he wants for the next few hours and even sits himself in a chair to get a better look..

ababahhaha aAhaha ahb WIAT LET ME BREATHE GOR A SECOND

lesson learned

lee bodecker x reader x robert pronge

warnings: dark, noncon, voyeurism, slight angst, posessive lee, creepy robert, not proofread!

word count: 1.4k

a/n: idfk how to do the keep reading thingy on mobile. Also I TRIED AND OMFG I JUST REALLY LIKE SOFT DARK CHARACTERS OKAY?!

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You asked Lee if you can go to the store later but when he told you that he’ll be doing extra shifts, you told him that you can go on your own. Lee didn’t like the idea of you going out on your own and he decided to give you a speech about the dangers of the outside world.

“Anyone can hurt you!”

“Anyone can just take you. In a blink, you’re gone. Taken away from me. Do you want that? Do you want someone to take you away from me?” 

“No.”

“So don’t go out without me. Don’t go out by yourself, got it?” He was so angry and adamant but you really wanted to go out. You needed to go to that store.

So you decide to ignore Lee and go to the fucking story anyway.

Of course, Lee finds out. He’s the sheriff and everyone basically works for him. So it’s not a surprise that someone tattled on you.

He drove straight to the shop, guiding you back in his cruiser, almost as if you’re being arrested but he let you sit on the passenger’s side. He was quiet throughout the ride which was scary because he’s usually mouthy when he’s mad but when he’s quiet… 

He’s really really mad.

Your anxiety only got worse when he missed the turn to your house and straight to the station.

He stopped the car before quickly getting out, walking towards your side, and helping you out. Even mad, he still guides you.

You follow him inside, frowning when he grabs your arm before pushing you inside a cell with a strange man. You ignored the man, watching Lee as he closed the gates before getting a chair and placing it just in front of your cell.

“Such a pretty little face…” the strange man says from behind you. Your skin prickles when you feel him getting closer to you and you glance at Lee with tearful and frightened eyes.

“L-Lee what’s ha-happening?” You watch Lee’s jaw clench and unclench before he adjusts himself on the chair.

“I told you not to go out on your own, didn’t I?” He asks, giving you a glare.

“You did.” You confirm.

“But you still went out.” He hisses.

“But I still went out…” You repeat, bowing your head in shame.

“I’m sorry, Lee… I just really wanted to buy—” You try to reach for the paper bag but then Lee grabs it through the gaps of the cell before tossing it aside.

“Doesn’t matter what you needed to buy, darling. You still disobeyed me. I’m not making rules for my own good here, sweetheart. I’m making them for you.” He shakes his head in disappointment, making your heart clench in regret.

“I’m sorry, Lee! I really am!” You cry, not aware of the hungry look that the strange man behind you is giving you.

“I won’t do it again. I promise!” Your hands clamped around the bars, reaching out to Lee. He grabs your hands before giving each a kiss and letting them go.

“Oh, you won’t do it again. I’m pretty sure of that…” He smiles before loosening his belt.

“I learned my lesson, Lee. I won’t do it again. Please let me out…” You whisper, eyes blurred with tears as you begged him. You could see conflict in his eyes as if he’s fighting with himself.

“Oh, you will learn your lesson, sweetheart. I know it’s hard to teach you some manners but this time, I’m pretty sure you’ll learn.” He nods at the man behind you before you feel yourself being dragged back to the stranger’s chest.

“That’s Robert. He’ll help you learn a simple lesson, sweetheart.” Lee smiles before leaning back against his chair.

“Nice to meet ya, pretty face!” The man behind you, Robert, cheers before tearing your clothes apart. You were too shocked to react and you only snapped out of it when you felt his rough hands palming your breasts.

“L-Lee!” Your voice cracks at Lee, desperate and scared. 

“I know, sweetheart. It’s scary but you have to learn!” Lee frowns before nodding at Robert once more.

You feel a kiss on your cheek before his hot breath fans your ear.

“This’ll be quick, baby. Just gotta teach ya a lesson like your daddy told you…” You whimper when your hair is yanked backward and a stinging sensation fills your body when Robert forces his cock inside you.

Your screams seemed to turn Robert on because he only went faster and harder, ignoring your sobs and seemingly enjoying the scratches that your nails are giving his arms. He uses your breasts as a handle to keep your body against him while his hips continue to rut into you.

“Ow!” You cry out when you feel his teeth biting into your neck when a loud bang comes from the metal bars.

“Don’t fucking bite her, Pronge!” Lee’s voice was strained and you looked at him, seeing him stroking his cock while his eyes continued to glare at Robert.

“My bad…” Robert chuckles before wiping the skin that he bit and placing a kiss on it.

“Sorry, baby…” He continues to rut into you and you see Lee matching the rhythm that Robert is using to pound into you. 

Robert easily manipulates your body so you’re on your knees and he forced your face down against the floor only to be yanked up so a pillow could be placed against your face.

“Gotta keep that pretty face comfortable…” Robert chuckles before patting your cheek and crawling behind you.

“Ready or not…” Robert sings before seething himself inside you with the same rhythm as before only this time, his cock enters deeper, hitting a spot that always made your legs shake.

“Slap her ass,” you hear Lee’s quiet voice and you look back at him who seems to be close with how his hips are jerking against his hand.

Robert smacks your left cheek hard, earning a loud yelp from you. He continued pounding you from behind, groaning and pleasure as your walls started to clench around his throbbing cock.

“You can cum, baby,” Lee’s voice reaches your ear. You didn’t want to cum on Robert’s cock but his hand finds its way to your cunt, fingers playing with your clit, eager to pull a release from you.

He didn’t have to wait long because soon, you were a crying mess while your whole body shakes on the floor as Robert continued to pound into you.

Just when he’s about to cum inside you, he’s pushed out of you by Lee who quickly shoved himself inside of you, thrusting a few times before cumming inside of you, releasing thick and warm coats of his seed.

“Ahh fuck!” Robert exclaims, finishing himself off on your ass. 

“You fucking bitch…” Lee growls before wiping Robert’s cum off your ass with a white cloth.

Lee helps you up, wrapping his jacket around you before pulling you close. He tilts your head towards him, a finger on your chin before asking.

“You learned your lesson?” 

You only nod at him, eyes tired as they fluttered shut. Lee presses a kiss on your forehead before guiding you up.

“That’s my girl.” 

Robert stands up, patting his pants clean before smiling at the sheriff.

“Hey if you wanna help with teaching your girl some manners, you know where to find me,” Robert laughs at the glare that Lee gives him.

“In your fucking dreams”

“Fucking your girl is a dream,” Robert sighs dreamily, looking at your sleeping form against Lee.

“It’s a one time favor, Pronge. Now get the fuck out of here. Our deal is done.” Lee brings you back to his cruiser as Robert follows the both of you.

He stares at your form on the passenger‘s side while Lee closes your door.

“Call me when you need someone dead. I like your method of payment.” Robert snickers.

Lee didn’t like how Robert seems to be infatuated by his girl. Lee couldn’t blame him but you're his. You’re Lee’s and nobody else’s.

“Fuck off, Pronge.” 

“Whatever.” Robert steals a glance at you one last time before leaving.

Lee enters the car before driving home. He looks at you before smiling. He knows you only love him. You’re good like that. You just have to be taught some lessons from time to time.

But he’s sure as fuck that he won’t be asking for Robert’s help anymore.

Lee looks at the bag that you were holding earlier and he feels his heart skips a beat when he sees what’s inside.

Candies

“Oh, my baby…” Lee smiles at your sleeping form before pressing a kiss on your nose. He wouldn’t have to worry about Robert.

part two-ish

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[softestavengers]

Outnumbered (avengers cast x reader)

Hi!! First of all, I love your writing it’s AMAZING. I was hoping to request a fix where the reader finally gets to go to a reunion with the avengers cast (like evans, Tom Holland, Sebastian Stan, Lizzie, Scarlett,etc.) this would probably take place for whenever covid is no longer an issue. And with everyone together in one place a big tickle fight ensues with the reader being the main target 😊 not sure if you right for the actors or just the characters but just thought I’d send in this idea. Thank you so much!

I’m SO sorry this took literally forever!! I’m sorry if it doesn’t include every single cast member, I’m still learning how to write with multiple lers/lees! I hope you enjoy!

~

“So, what you’re saying is, you actually missed us?”

You could hear the teasing grin in RDJ’s voice from behind you as you stood at the kitchen counter, pouring yourself a small glass of red wine. You rolled your eyes playfully, spinning on your heel to face him. 

You were overjoyed to finally have this reunion with your best friends. With over a year of quarantine and a vaccine finally being distributed, the COVID-19 pandemic was finally finding its way to an end. And with it, isolation began coming to an end as well.

“I guess.” you hummed, taking a sip of your wine. You thought about your next remark before swallowing. “But I don’t miss Evans scaring me all the time, that’s for sure.”

From the living room, you heard Evans bark out a laugh. “You never get used to it!” he yelled back, folding one leg over the other as he lounged back on the couch.

You shook your head and strutted into the living room, eyeing the fully occupied sofa where Tom and Anthony sat next to Chris Evans. “Move over and let a gal rest her legs, will you boys?” you asked, pouting slightly.

“Only if you say you missed us.” Tom gave a cheeky smile, taking a large gulp of his wine.

“Holland, you’re supposed to sip it, you unholy swine!” you proclaimed, setting your glass down on the coffee table so you could cross your arms. Everyone began to snicker at your sass.

“Who gave him alcohol?” Anthony piped up. “Someone get this kid a juice box.”

“I’m 24!” Tom protested, glaring over at Mackie. “You’re an ass.”

“Whats a girl gotta do to find a seat around here?” you groaned, turning to the other couch where Scarlett and Elizabeth were perched. They both immediately scooted in opposite directions, leaving a space in the middle for you.

“See? The ladies always have my back.” you glared at the boys, sulking as you sat between the two girls. “Where’s Sebby?” you asked, suddenly noticing Sebastian’s absence.

“Probably on his phone on the toilet.” Tom giggled, pantomiming typing on a phone and pretending to be engrossed in it. Evans slapped his shoulder.

“If you guys aren’t busy talking shit, maybe I’ll join the party.” you heard Sebastian Stan himself proclaim as he appeared at the hallway entrance. “And y/n, you know I hate being called Sebby.”

“But I haven’t seen you in ages, Sebby!” you retorted, unable to hide your grin. “This quarantine had my memory a little rusty. Perhaps yours is even worse, considering you’re canonically 106 when you’re Bucky.”

“Watch it.” he warned, pointing at you. “I’ll still get you.” he took on a threatening tone.

You raised an eyebrow challengingly. “I’m not scared of you.” you sassed, folding your arms across your chest. You could practically feel the playful tension that began to fill the room. On your right, Scarlett barked out a laugh.

“Oh y/n, you must never learn.” she shook her head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders casually. She leaned close to your ear and whispered “Everybody in this room knows something that could end you.”

At her words, you felt your stomach drop and heat rise to your cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you mumbled, though you knew you were already defeated. Especially when you glanced up to see Sebastian stepping towards you with a menacing grin. 

You felt Lizzie wrap her arms around you from the other side. “You don’t, do you?” she feigned shock, resting her head against your shoulder. “I think she needs a reminder, don’t you guys?”

You could feel everybody’s eyes on you, your heart pounding in your chest, and the burning in your face. You knew exactly what was coming, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to protest. It had been such a long time since..

“You know what happens when you cross us, y/n.” Sebastian snapped you out of your thoughts, and you immediately began to squirm when he lifted his arms and began to wiggle his fingers threateningly. Elizabeth’s grip on you instantly tightened, and you found yourself stuck.

“W-Wait!” you gasped, letting out a squeal when Scarlett’s fingers began to ghost over the side of your neck. You shrugged up your shoulder, but she only responded by switching to the other side.

“Oh, now you want to protest?” RDJ suddenly spoke up from the other side of the room, his face remaining stone cold as he spectated. “It’s no secret that you practically beg for this every single time.”

“Exactly!” Seb exclaimed, his fingers gripping your sides and squeezing ruthlessly. “It must have been so hard for you, having to wait for this for so long!”

You shook your head, giggles bubbling through your gritted teeth. “Y-You’re all crahahazy!” you cried, still squirming in Elizabeth’s grip.

“Crazy?” Evans suddenly gasped from behind the couch, nearly making you jump out of your skin. He must have snuck back there whilst you were occupied with your other three assailants. “How rude of you!”

You shrieked when you felt his fingers dig into your shoulders, your hands immediately flying up to shove at them as you shrunk back against the couch, squeezing your eyes shut. “Stohop! I hate all of yohohou!”

“Poor baby y/n,��� Elizabeth’s voice crooned in your ear. “I can’t imagine the torture it must have been, needing tickles for so long but having no way to get them.”

You swore you could feel your entire body heat up at her words, and you screamed when she suddenly began blowing into your ear, and Sebastian’s menacing fingers switched to your knees. You kicked your legs about in a fit of laughter.

“STOHOP! NOHOHO!” you choked out, now thrashing desperately. Four people tickling you at once was almost too much for you to handle. Almost.

“But you loooove it!” Evans exclaimed from behind you, his hands moving down to shake his fingers into your ribcage.

“TOHOM! HELP MEHEHE!” you reached out to someone, anyone. “ANTHONY!”

Both men glanced at each other, the same grin crossing their faces.

“No thanks.” Anthony folded his arms behind his head. “I’m having a good time with Holland over here.”

“Sorry y/n.” Tom shook his head. “I don’t want to fall victim to those creeps.”

“Keep that kind of talk up and you will.” Sebastian glared back at him, making Holland raise his hands in surrender and roll his eyes.

“GUHUYS!” you screamed. “I CAHANT BREATHE!”

Slowly, the tickles began to stop. You felt Elizabeth’s grip on you loosen, and you immediately jumped off of the couch, collapsing onto the floor and taking in huge gulps of air. You buried your red face into the carpet, unable to look at anyone.

“Now look what you guys did! You broke them!” RDJ exclaimed, gesturing to you. 

“I... I-I hate you guys.” you huffed, slowly sitting up. You dusted yourself off, regaining your composure. “Now, who’s first on my revenge list?” you glared at Scarlett, Elizabeth, Chris, and Sebastian. 

“Not it!” Chris exclaimed, raising his hands. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Thanks for volunteering.” you grinned, advancing towards him.

“WAIT! I’M INNOCENT!” Chris exclaimed as he took off across the house, with you hot on his heels.

You had definitely missed this. Though, you could never admit it.

[cocosstories]

Sebastian Stan One Shot

Can you write about Sebastian Stan, reader and Mackie read thirst tweets and Sebs get jealous of reader?

"Alright guys so basically you are just going to pull out the tweets, read them and react."

The producer says as you, Sebastian and Mackie sit down in front of the camera and they hand you the tweet cup.

"Whenever you guys are ready."

 "Some of my favorite things to do on a Saturday afternoon is to read thirst tweets with Anthony Mackie and Y/F/N Y/L/N  so lets see what a thirst tweet says"

Sebastian says looking at the cup before fishing one out.

"Thirstyyy"

You giggle and roll your eyes at Mackie

"I want someone to look at me the way that Sebastian and Anthony Mackie look at eachother."

Sebastian reads.

"Aww"

"Thats great, thats great."

Your two costars look at each other with what can only be described as heart eyes.

"That's nice"

"Oh my god, get a room."

You roll your eyes.

"Anthony mackie you cutie pie come sit on my face and i will eat your ass like a fudge brownie"

You cover your mouth as Anthony reads his first tweet.

"First of all, send a ticket bitch lets do this."

He says looking directly into the camera.

"He's serious. Set it up bro."

You add in.

"That was sweet, a fudge brownie."

"I thought I was straight until Y/N came into my life. Lord have mercy 🥵🥵"

You read the next tweet and smile.

"Oh my gosh. Thank you."

"That's nice."

Sebastian says, a bit of snark in his tone. 

"Come get it babe."

You wink at the camera.

" I dont even know what this means."

Sebastian says, prereading his next tweet.

"Sebastian stan is one thick B I H"

"Bitch"

Mackie corrects him.

"Right. That- thats kind"

Seb stutters.

"It's alright grandpa, we'll translate for you"

You giggle as Sebastian rolls his eyes.

"Anthony mackies ass is the real America's ass"

"Damn straight!"

You nod eagerly.

"I concur"

Seb says.

"Thank you. I uh work..."

"Chris evans aint got nothing on you"

You shake your head with Sebastian's comment.

"No, no, no. I work alot to keep the bountiful nature of the round brown alive. So enjoy it. Get some"

You laugh as you reach in the bucket to pull out your next tweet.

"I want to have a threesome with me, myself and Y/N. Please and thank you."

Mackie leans over to read the tweet himself as Sebastian turns away, taking a drink of his water.

"Let's set it up! I'm down!"

Sebastian clears his throat and reaches for the cup.

"Listen when Anthony Mackie said those steel blue eyes let you know where home is. Its my safe place. About Sebastians eyes.  Bitch i felt that"

"Didn't we all."

You reply with a happy sigh.

"Thank you, very kind."

Seb can't contain his smile.

"How do you feel about that?"

Mackie asks, pushing for more of a reaction.

"Dont look at me man. Dont look me in the eyes. Look over here when you talk to me. Give em the money."

Sebastian turns his gaze more towards you.

"Don't point those things over here!"

You say, shielding your own eyes.

"No I feel good. I feel good."

He laughs, looking up and away from you and Mackie.

"Saw Y/N drinking a Starbucks and damn...I've never wanted to be a straw so bad in my life."

You can't help but burst out laughing.

"What can I say? My mouth is a wonderland."

You shrug, not noticing the look of shock on Sebastian's face.

"Thinking about Anthony Mackie taking a nap on Sebastian's couch dont bother me"

"You have a nice couch."

Mackie says.

"You've put this on the internet."

"You have a nice couch."

"You do have a nice couch Sebby."

You add in.

"You've never seen it! Either of you!"

"Yo, its the best thing in your house."

You nod in agreement.

"They've never been at my house!"

"That's a lie. Alright fine you scared of people breaking in because of your couch. Alright fine its an awful couch."

Mackie finally says before you and he both look at the camera and shake your heads.

"Y/N can have it if she want it."

"Oh, do she want it?"

Mackie asks.

"I think she do!"

You reply again missing Sebastian's jealous reaction.

" I would let Sebastian split me in half like a pistachio. Send tweet."

"Send tweet is that like me to like respond to the thing? Thank god i dont have twitter and this is WHY."

"Seb doesn't know how to twitter."

You pat his back, sympathetically.

"Because you dont like pistachios?"

Mackie asks, confused. 

"No, I love pistachios. Cashews are my favorite though."

Sebastian replies, winking at the camera.

"Anthony Mackie is so fucking fine i hope his cheestos are flaming hot like him." 

"They are."

"He's hotter!"

You say sweetly, laying your head on Mackie's shoulder.

"Thank you, Y/N  and you know what? They are. And them flaming hot funyuns is the jam."

"Oh my god, yes! Mackie got me addicted to those!"

"Don't kink shame me but I want Y/N to choke me and spit on my face. I said what I said."

"Holy wow."

You stutter out.

"How do you feel about that?"

Mackie asks.

"I mean um thank you?"

You reply giving an awkward smile.

Sebastian takes the cup and pushes it towards Mackie, wanting to move on.

"Anthony Mackie as captian america makes me horny like put that shield against my neck."

"That's alot."

Mackie says.

"Alot of choking stuff on Twitter."

You note.

"Yeah..."

Seb clears his throat.

"That's alot. That's a good ride. Thank you for allowing me to make you horny."

You snort at his comment.

"Goodnight and good luck."

Sebastian chuckles and cheers the camera, signaling the end of the interview. 

After you all say your goodbyes to the crew, you walk ahead of the boys as your assistant goes over the rest of your day.

"A little jealous are we?"

Mackie says to Sebastian, slinging his arm around his shoulders.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh. Alright but just know, I saw how you were in there and a little advice, if you like Y/N, just tell her."

With that, Mackie walks forward, heading to his waiting car, leaving Sebastian in the lobby, thinking about what Anthony had just said.

[jedijesi]

Biblichor: Chapter 20

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Series Masterlist 🤍 Previous Chapter

Warnings: Angst, Fluff????, she/her pronouns

Chapter Summery: You continue to recover from the tragedy at the library, but what happened while you were unconscious?

Word Count: 4,200+

A/N: Im currently in the moving process so this next week is going to be too insane for me to write.🤍 Sorry! I’m genuinely shocked I even found the time to do this but please enjoy!🤍

A soft, golden light shines on your eyelids, causing you to slowly blink awake. Your eyelids feel heavy, too heavy to open, but you fought through the discomfort. The pounding of your heart echoed in your ears as you looked around the room. The last thing you could really recall was Seb trying to get back with you in the library. Now, you are lying in a bed in a strange dark room.

You reach down to pull the covers of the bed up further to shelter you from the abnormality, but your sore body stopped you. You hissed and looked down at the bed. That's when you realized how incredibly soft the blankets around your torso and legs were. If you didn't know it was a bed, you would have guessed it was a cloud. Fighting the pain, you slowly stretched your arms open. It stung a little bit, but the feeling of your muscles relaxing was worth it. Unlike your small twin-sized bed, this one went on for miles. Your small bed could never compare to the heaven this bed brought you. An involuntary hum escaped your mouth as you enjoyed the foreign comfort.

You closed your eyes again in pleasure when memories came flooding back in. Not everything returned, though. Only the smell of fire, screams, bright lights, and a song by the Beach Boys. You furrowed your brows at the last faint memory but chose to ignore it when another interrupted.

. . . . .

12 days ago (1 Hour after Javier left)

“Chica!” Mary ran into the room with tears streaming down her face. “Oh, my precious, Chica! You don’t deserve this.” Mary leaned over you to give you a light hug.

Behind Mary, stood Chris and Steve. They shared faces laced with guilt. They too, felt some sort of responsibility for what had happened. You tried your best to give them a smile, but your aching body made it difficult.

“Has Javier visited yet?”

Your memory becomes foggy here. All you remember is the sick feeling in your gut and tears rolling down your cheeks.

You paused your thought to try to remember the last time you had seen Javier, but cringe, remembering how he ran away after you poured your heart out to him.

The rest of the memory was filled with you listening to Mary rant about how much she hates Javier. Soon after that, Connie had entered with your dose of medicine, and the memory ended there.

. . . . .

You sighed and tried to shimmy yourself up so that you could lean your back upon the pillows against the headboard. It took a few minutes of pain, but eventually, you were in a sitting position.

Your nerves returned once again when you looked around the shadowy room. For a bedroom, it was pretty empty- practically lifeless. Two lamps were placed on the nightstands beside the colossal bed. There was an open door that led to the bathroom. A dresser stood against the wall, at the end of the bed, and beside that was a door. You guessed the door led to the anonymous outside, but you were too nervous to test your theory.

You looked down at the gray sweatshirt on your body and tilted your head in dismay. It was much too large to be yours and based off of the fuzzy inside, it must have been worn only a few times. Although you loved the smell that it radiated, smelling like home. The duvet shifted, revealing more of the mysterious sweatshirt that read "DEA".

Your heart leaped when the doorknob started to jiggle. You quickly look around to find something to defend yourself with but was too late. The door opened, and you let out a small shriek before shutting your eyes.

“Woah! It's okay! It's just me!”

You hesitantly open your eyes to the beautiful sight before you. Feelings of relief, hatred, and adoration battled internally.

“What are you doing here, Javi? What am I doing here?”

Javier gave you an awkward smile before walking closer to you. He set a tray of food down on the nightstand beside the bed before taking a seat.

“It's… been a long and complicated twelve days.” Javier rubbed his hands together, unsure of where to start.

. . . . .

10 days ago

Mary sat in her apartment with Chris’, laughing at each other stupid jokes and chatting as they finished packing the last of their boxes.

“I feel guilty,” Mary said, suddenly as she put the folded shirt inside the box.

“Why?” Chris walked over to his glum girlfriend and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“It's just- when she’s fully conscious again, everything will have changed. Normally we would be giggling and gossiping as we packed together, but… now she's going to wake up, and I'll be gone.”

“You won’t be gone, sweetheart. You’ll be a short drive away. We both agreed; what happened at the library...” Chris and Mary stop to give each other sad looks. “We can't wait any longer. Who knows what will happen next in this ridiculous world we're in.”

Mary slowly nodded before taping up the last box. “But you have to let me take care of her when she gets out of the hospital.”

“Of course, my love.” Chris presses another kiss to Mary’s temple before picking up the stack of boxes.

The two spend the rest of the afternoon making trips up and down the stairs to place the items in Mary’s jeep. On their last trip, Josie, the landlord, had made a surprise visit.

“Oh, hi Josie, have you come to collect my keys?” Mary asks as she sets the box in her car.

“Oh, I forgot you were moving today. I guess I could collect those.” Mary turns around to look through her purse for the keys. “Is your neighbor-friend still in the hospital?”

Mary frowns and nods. ‘Yes, she'll be there for another few days��� Why do you ask?” Mary turns around, suspicious of Josie’s intentions.

“I’m evicting her.” She says, emotionless.

“What?! You can't evict her!”

“Actually, I can. Rent was due yesterday, and nobody paid it.”

“Let me pay it then!” Mary could feel her blood boil. For years, Josie has been looking for an excuse to evict you. It wasn't your fault her husband was smitten with you. Of course, she would choose now- like the bitch she is- to evict you.”

“No. Paperwork has already been put in. I already have a new tenant, so I'll be throwing away her stuff tonight.” If Chris didn’t walk out of the apartment just now, Mary would have beaten Josie into the ground.

“What’s going on?”

“This asshole is evicting my best friend!” Mary yells as she points a finger at Josie’s smug face.

“Okay, how about she moves in with us then? We can take her stuff and keep it in the living room.” Mary sighs at how perfect her boyfriend is to offer such an act.

“Chris, your apartment is huge, but it only has one bedroom. It’s going to get weird over time.”

“Nonsense, I'll do anything to make you happy. Plus she's a delight to be around!” His smile makes her heart burst with love. “And if it becomes too much, we'll help her find a new apartment.”

Mary nods and turns to Josie. “Give me a few hours. I'll have her place cleaned out before midnight.” Mary storms back into the apartment building, making sure to bump into Josie before entering.

Chris and Mary spent the rest of the evening and into the night boxing up your stuff for the move. In between trips, Mary would stop to cry. It wasn’t fair. You don't have any power over what has been happening, and soon you’ll have to wreak the consequences that this shitty world has given you.

After Mary and Chris finished unpacking their boxes into their newly shared apartment, they returned to unload yours. One by one, they carried in heavy brown boxes with your name labeled on them.

One particularly heavy box started to slip out of Mary’s grasp but was quickly caught before I could hit the floor. “Oh! Thank yo… never mind.” Mary rolled her eyes when she saw Javier helping her on the other side.

Javier sighs; being on Mary’s bad side had been hell. Anytime they bumped into each other, she would give him passive-aggressive comments… or sometimes, just plain aggressive comments.

“What is this?” Javier notices your name written on the side of the box.

“It's none of your business, asshole.” Mary tries to walk into the apartment as fast as possible to shut Javier out but is rudely interrupted.

“It's her stuff. She got evicted, so we have to move her in with us.” Chris appears on the steps behind the two.

“Oh…” Javier drifts off into thought as Mary scolds Chris. “She can move in with me-“

‘Hell no! Are you insane? Are you ill? Why on this god-forsaken planet would I let that happen?”

“Because it's going to get cramped and uncomfortable for you two. Do you really think she would willingly want to move in with you guys?” Mary raises her finger to retort but is cut off by Javier. “She’s going to be uncomfortable the whole time and feel like an inconvenience. It’ll only add to her living hell. Yes, I know that her moving in with me… isn't the best choice, but I have space. I'll give her my room and sleep on the couch. Plus, I live right across the hall, so you can stop by and take care of her since you don’t trust me.”

“No!” Mary refuses to give Javier the luxury of consideration.

“Actually,” Chris speaks up, causing Mary to look at him in shock and offense. “That's a pretty great idea.”

“Chris!”

“I’m serious! Nobody is really going to be satisfied with this arrangement, and I have no doubt Javier will take care of her.” Chris smiles in an attempt to be Javier’s wingman at Mary’s expense.

“I would rather her live with Sebastian than someone as vile as you!” Mary’s words cut deep, knowing what she’s yet to find out.

“That's a bit much, Babe.”

Mary groans and rolls her eyes in defeat. As much as she hates to admit it, they were right. Even though the situation isn't ideal, it would work better for everyone in the end. “Fine, whatever!” Mary squints her eyes at Javier and takes a few steps towards him “But if anything goes wrong, you're done. If the water is too cold or if pillows haven’t been fluffed, you're done. I don't care what it is, but if anything is not to my standards, I will happily kill you myself.” Javier hastily nods his head - Mary’s intimidation worked like a charm.

Instead of entering their apartment, Mary and Chris turn to walk to Javier’s. She hated walking into the sad, empty, pathetic apartment, but she knew this was probably the best option.

. . . . .

“Oh,” You pondered everything you missed while you were unconscious. Your eyes started to sting with the formation of tears.

“I'm sorry, Pri-” Javier cut himself off, then mentally scolded himself for his old habit. “How much do you remember?” He selfishly asked so that he could know where you two stood.

“Not much… Just a few things from the library, Mary and Chris visiting, and a few pointless things.” That was a lie. You remember more than that, but you didn't want him to know.

Javier hummed and slowly nodded his head. “I- I visited you… do you remember that?”

“You did? Oh, I'm sorry I don’t. Can you help refresh my memory?” A shadow of guilt fell upon you for not remembering such a crucial point in time.

Greedily, Javier shook his head at your request. He worried that he'd enable history to repeat its broken course if he did so. “Maybe another time.” There would be no “other time”.

“Well,” Javier snapped out of his depressed state and quickly changed the subject to his first purpose. “We start your new meds today, so take this. These won't make you sleep anymore. They're just antibiotics and pain meds.” Javier hands you a handful of pills along with a glass of water. You try to reach up and take it from him but hiss at the pain. “Oh, shit! I'm sorry! Let me.”

Javier scooted closer to you, making butterflies in your stomach involuntarily dance. What you didn't know was that the butterflies in Javier’s stomach were fluttering as well.” He did everything in his power to appear calm and collected, but the nerves seeped through and into his shaking, sweaty palms.

Your mouth opened to welcome the pills in. Javier then held the cool glass of water in one hand and held the back of your neck with the other. He carefully tilted your head before letting you take a sip to wash down the medicine. He sat and watched as you swallowed everything- your eyes never leaving each other. Your hearts beat rapidly against your chests, but they were beating in sync.

Time seemed to be moving slowly, but your mind was racing. After everything, after this hell you've been through; was it worth it? Could a life together ever be possible, or would he run away again? You've lost your home, your job, your love… is it worth risking more? Yet, you've already lost everything, so what's left to lose? Unfortunately, you didn't have much more time to decide. Kiss him, or leave him?

Javier’s hand on the back of your neck didn't move. His heart screamed at him, begging him to make a move. This was his chance… this was his second chance.

Your bodies start to move towards each other as if there were some sort of magnetic field doing it. The feel of his breath dancing across your skin gives you goosebumps. Javier leans his forehead against yours, watching the way your lips subconsciously readied themselves for his. The feel of his nose brushing oh so lightly against yours makes you want to weep. But your body had a completely new reaction when his lips brush over yours- intoxicating you with the familiar feeling of the Javier you fell so deeply in love for. Javier leaves the final move to you, but you don't do anything. The memory you keep from Javier plays in your mind, causing a tear to escape and slither down your cheek. Javier’s heart stops when he realizes you're not kissing him- but crying instead.

A knock at the front door interrupts the moment. “I-I’ll go get it.” Javier reluctantly pulls away and walks out of the room.

You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you as you attempt to breathe. You take the ends of your sleeves and wipe away any stray tears to help convince the outside world you were fine - even if you were really doing it to deceive yourself.

Javier opens the door and rolls his eyes.

“Don't you roll your eyes at me, Peña! You're already on thin ice!”

“You're late. I had to give her the medicine.” Mary’s eyes darken with anger at his sassy attitude. Even though Javier did the right thing, she still scavenged for a reason to be mad at him.

“Well… thanks for not letting her die... again.” Now, it was Javier’s turn to be upset. He hated that Mary blamed him for all of this. Maybe it could have been avoided, and maybe he had some blame for this. Yet, being known as the sole reason for your suffering took a toll on him. The worst part was that the more she said it, the more he believed it.

Mary’s eyes lit up when she saw you awake and well. “Chica!” Mary sprinted over to you, practically jumping on you for a hug.

“Ow!” You yelled, still not fully healed.

“Oh! I'm sorry! I just got excited!” She says with a guilty laugh.

“It’s okay. So… I heard you moved in with someone.” You smirk at your blushing best friend.

“Maybe…”

“Tell me everything!” And she did- for hours.

You and Mary spent the day talking about her and Chris’ new chapter of their lives. You expressed nothing but love and support, but deep down, buried under everything, a slight envy bubble. That should be me.

Eventually, Chris, Steve, and Connie came over to greet you. Connie had brought over a beautiful bouquet of flowers from the Busy Bee Florist, and Chris brought you your favorite sweets to nibble on.

It was difficult for Javier to watch the interaction, knowing you weren't his anymore. Watching you laugh and get along with his friends was just salt in the wound. Especially while you lay in his bed with his old DEA sweatshirt on. He wanted to prove to you how much he loved you, tell you how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Yet, the world continues to mock and tease him. The games life continued to play with him only brought him to rock bottom and made him do what he considered to be the “absurd” act.

. . . . .

9 days ago

Javier sat at the bench outside of the hospital, examining every person that walked in and out. Since his encounter with Sebastian, three days ago, he was worried something may happen to you. The fear became a plague that made him incapable of doing normal everyday tasks. To combat this, Javier took night shifts at the hospital. Since Mary and Connie would spend all day with you, he knew you'd be safe with those fierce ladies around. He would sit there with his large cup of coffee in one hand as the other rested on his gun.

Around 1 am, Javier could feel a wave of hopelessness consume him. His mind attacked himself, telling him how you'll never love him again, how he'll never find love. Before his mind could drag him further into the pit of despair, he stood up and walked to the public landline next to the bench.

He inputted the number and waited, hoping they’d pick up. After five rings, Javier hears a groggy hello.

“Pop?”

“Mijo? What's wrong?” The tired, aged voice asked with concern.

“I fucked up, Pop. I-Im a failure.” Javier leaned his head against his arm that was propped up on the pole.

“Why do you think that? What happened?”

“I did the impossible… I- I found the one… and- and I lost her.” Javier closed his eyes and let the heartbreak fall down his face as he vented to his father. “I lost her, Dad.”

. . . . .

Javier sighed at the memory before pulling himself away from the corridor. He walked back into the kitchen and pulled out his bottle of whisky Steve bought him a few years back, pouring himself a more than generous amount.

“You're finally drinking it.”

“Might as well,” Javier said before taking a gulp. “Want some?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Steve took a seat at the island bar where Javier served him. “I'm sorry, man. I'm sure this is all tough on you.”

Javier shrugs as he takes another sip. “Not how I planned my life to go.”

“Can… I help with anything?”

“Other than killing Sebastian? No. I don't think there's anything you can do.”

Javier had told the other agents of what happened with Sebastian, but it came with a rule. The one rule he made very clear to them all was that nobody else was to know of this. Not you. Not Mary. Not Connie. Nobody. You've already been through so much trauma. Who knows what this information would do to you. That was a risk Javier was willing to take.

“We could get extra help, you know.” Javier looks at Steve, confused by his cryptic wording. That's when the lightbulb in Javier’s mind goes off. Steve laughs as Javier almost spills his drink, sprinting for the phone.

“For once, you're a genius!”

. . . . .

Night fell, and stomachs started to rumble. Steve ordered everyone a pizza to share, but due to your immobility, Connie graciously stayed with you while Mary took a much-needed break to socialize.

“Here you go, Hon.” Connie hands you the plate of food. You carefully eat it with the occasional help from Connie.

“How have your past two weeks been? Have I missed anything?” You ask curiously before attempting to eat.

Connie chuckles, “We've had quite the two weeks, actually.” Connie pauses to smile at herself before continuing. “Steve and I are adopting a little girl!”

“What! Ow!” Your burst of excitement causes sharp pain in your abdomen.

“Mmhmm! We're in the adoption process right now! She’s a toddler; lost her mother in the library bombing.” You and Connie go silent for a moment, thinking about the tragic day.

“I'm happy for you, Connie. You're going to be a fantastic mother.” You give her your best attempt at a smile. Connie notices your struggle and understands why it's difficult for you to show that much emotion right now.

At least some sort of joy was able to spark from tragedy. It was tough to see others live your fantasies, though. Connie and Steve had such a beautiful life. They both had jobs, a happy marriage, a beautiful home, and soon, a daughter. When you were with Seb, you used to think you'd have all that by now, but here you are- suffering at rock bottom. Then there were the times you were stupid enough to believe Javier Peña himself would be willing to have a life with you, but you know, deep down, that would never be a possibility.

After dinner people started going home. Each friend made sure to stop and give you their condolences before leaving. It was sweet, but also it made you feel weak and broken. You twiddled with the DEA sweatshirt as you tried to pull yourself away from your negative thoughts when a figure in the doorway distracted you.

“Oh! Javi, hi.”

“H-hi. I was going to get ready for bed. Wanted to check if you need anything?” His heart clenched at the beautiful- practically perfect- sight in front of him. The only thing wrong with the picture was that he wasn't sleeping beside you tonight.

You shyly shook your head, still feeling the awkward tension from this morning’s interaction.

“Alright, goodnight.” Javier gave you a sad weak smile.

“Goodnight.” You watched as Javier turned off the light and shut the door. “Javi!” The door swung open in a panic.

“Are you okay?”

“C-Could you...” Stay with me forever “tuck me in?”

Javier nodded and walked over to you. He leaned over to turn on the lamp beside you to illuminate the room with a golden glow. Then, he proceeded to gently lift your head to fluff your pillow- cradling the back of your head as if it were porcelain. You watched him intently as Javier tried to ignore the pressure your stare was creating. He wanted to return the look and stare back into your eyes, but he knew if he did, he’d never be able to look away again.

Once the pillows were up to the required standards to secure your head, Javier continued on. He made his way to the pile of blankets located at the end of the bed, carefully chose the softest ones. They were laid on you to create a burrito of warmth and comfort. You let out a moan at the foreign feeling of this much coziness - snuggling yourself deeper into the heavenly bed. Javier couldn't help but smile at the adorable grin you make when you're cozy. The last time you had made this signature grin was when you were holding each other in bed.

“Can I help you with anything else?” Javier prayed you'd say yes; give him another opportunity to linger by your side.

You spent a moment pondering your options. It would be easy to say yes and selfishly keep him nearby, but would that mean you were giving in and beckoning more heartbreak? To avoid any further collateral, you shook your head. It was silly, though. Your desperate attempt to avoid pain only made things worse, but you'd never see it that way.

The anticipation of your answer got Javier’s heart to beat faster, but the shake of your head made it drop. He tried to find ways to justify everything, telling himself it was for the best or trying to convince himself he was much too tired to possibly stay up with you.

“I'll be right outside the door, so call me if you need anything- anything at all.”

You nod your head again, still feeling too shy to have a proper conversation with Javier. Can you blame yourself, though? You were living with your ex-boyfriend, sleeping in his bed, with his clothes on, as he took care of you.

Javier leaned over and reluctantly turned off the lamp- not wanting to lose you to the dark of the night. The light turned off, causing everything to disappear, leaving the rays of the moonlight to illuminate each other's faces through the cracks of the curtains.

Suddenly, you felt the tips of Javier’s finger brush your cheek. You look into his moonlit eyes with the grief of your lost love. Javier slowly closes his eyes and leans forward, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. The faint touch sends a shiver through your body, igniting sparks to take flight. You wish the moment would last forever, but it is quickly over.

“Goodnight, Princess,” Javier says, just below a whisper. Just like that, he was gone.

Chapter 21

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