#n also seb doing the lil head shake thing

[killa-trav]

pro diver there

[itsallyscorner]

Can you write a little mix member x avengers cast?? Maybe?

Hello love! Thank you for the request, I apologize for taking so long to work on it! I’ve written this as a headcanon, since I haven’t done any of those in a while. I hope you like it❤️

💌.

The Marvel Cast Finds Out You’re In Little Mix

Why is this lowkey a crack fic/headcanon😭💀

Alrighty so, I feel like they probably wouldn’t know you’re part of a band or who Little Mix is.

Since SADLY, the girls aren’t as big in the States as we’d like them to be:(

The people who definitely might know you are ✨The Brits✨ and Scarlett because she has a young daughter who probably listened to Wings or something—kids find everything on the internet these days.

Working with Marvel was your first acting gig; so none of them knew anything about you or if you’ve been in other films, etc.

Except for Tom Holland, who was lowkey fangirling at the fact he gets to work with one of the Little Mix members.

Side note: he’ll be deeply offended when he figures out the others don’t know about Little Mix or that you can sing.

The rest of the cast (RDJ, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Seb, Lizzie, etc.) had a hunch that you were some kind of writer.

You were always humming to yourself and writing in your notebook or typing down notes in your phone when something came to mind.

Though they didn’t pry at your business because—well, it wasn’t their business.

They could find out about your other job through many ways. Maybe you guys are doing promo and some interviewers mention the band and things about a new album, to which most of them were confused about.

“So (Y/n), I know this is your first time acting. How different was it from performing on stage and acting on camera?”

Everyone’s attention would be on you (this is a panel btw) Mackie’s looking at the back of your head in confusion, Robert fully turns in his seat to look at you, Lizzie is also curious, Evans is looking between you and the reporter—everyone is just confused.

“Performing on stage? Did you do Broadway (y/n/n)?” Evans asked. Tom (Holland) scoffed shaking his head, disgusted to be part of this group of uncultured swines.

You chuckled and shook your head, “No, I’m a singer. I’m part of a girlband.”

The whole cast gasped in shock. Mackie let out a loud “WHAT?!”. Robert leaned even closer to you trying to see if you were lying. Others whispered amongst themselves asking each other if they knew.

Tom (Holland) just sat back watching everyone’s reactions along with you. Amused at the amount of questions that were suddenly being thrown your way.

He’d also be quick to add, “NOT just ANY girlband, but the biggest girlband on the planet.”

For clarification, Tom’s a very proud Mixer.

Scarlett finally recognized you, knowing that she’s seen you somewhere before, but could never put her finger onto it. “Wait you’re from Little Mix!”

“THANK YOU! FINALLY SOMEONE WITH SOME TASTE!” Tom yelled, dramatically turning to Scarlett.

After the initial shock, everyone was very curious. They wanted to hear your music, wanted to know the other members, when your next tour was—they were very ecstatic.

When you guys finally reached London for the press tour, there was a lot of hype for Little Mix because you guys were going to finally reunite after months of being apart.

The girls were allowed to visit set, but since you guys were working on your new album, they were stuck in London. You were relocated to Atlanta, filming an Avengers movie and working on the album via FaceTime/Zoom.

You and the girls reunite the same night you land in London! As tired as you were, the five of you hung out in your hotel room.

You were all excited for the days to come. Not only were you doing promo for the movie but you and the girls were going to be performing again on night time talk shows and were having a Live Lounge session with BBC Radio 1.

The panel of the cast discovering you were part of a band went viral. Many of the fans couldn’t believe they didn’t know about your other job.

There were even edits going around social media of the cast looking clueless and or reacting to your ‘secret’.

Then there were ones like “Tom Holland being a Mixer for 10 minutes and 57 seconds straight”.

Your favorite one was where they zoomed in on everyone’s confused expression while that one Nicki Minaj song played in the background.

It was mentioned in almost every interview after it went viral.

“So none of you had a clue that (y/n) was also a singer? Like at all?”

“I didn’t even know homegirl could sing, matter of fact I never imagined her to be in a girlband.” — Anthony Mackie

“I had a hunch that she was a musician or artist, but no one ever listens to me.” — Chris Evans

“(Y/n)’s in a girlband? Since when?” — Paul Rudd

“After we found out, I listened to all six of their albums on the flight here.” — Elizabeth Olsen

“Of course I knew, my music taste is immaculate compared to the others.” — Tom Holland

“Shut the fuck up, Tom.” — Anthony Mackie

“I really enjoy Black Magic, it reminds me of Wanda.” — Paul Bettany

The cast was so eager to hear you sing and watch you perform with the girls.

They finally got to do that when you invited them to the Live Lounge session. They also got to meet the girls.

You were very happy at that moment; seeing the two groups of people you love meeting each other and getting along meant a lot to you. It gave you a lil warm tingle in your heart.

Since there were no fans in the studio, it was only you and the girls, the band, and a bunch of the Avengers.

While the cameras rolled and you guys were performing, they were crowded together behind the scenes. Some of them were sitting on the carpeted floors or standing against the walls.

They were absolutely stunned when they heard you sing. You had a powerful voice that ranged from high to low, something they never expected of you.

When they heard you and the girls sing or harmonize with each other, it was like they were all in heaven.

“They sound like angels.”

“My ears are tingling, but like in a good way.”

“Seriously, how did we not know she can sing like this?”

“Hear me out—this is a perfect reason as to why we should have an Avengers musical.”

“Chris if we hear you bring up a damn musical one more time I swear.”

“Their voices go so well together, how do they even do that?”

Scarlett would secretly film videos to show her daughter. I have a feeling that Evans, Tom, RDJ, Sebby, and Mark would record some parts as well and would post it onto their Insta stories.

When fans found out they were at the Live Lounge they freaked out.

Ever since they found out you were in a band, they’ve been the biggest fans and supporters of the group.

They’re always promoting your albums on their social media accounts without you even asking.

Privately and publicly praising you guys for performances or achievements.

Your two main groups clashed and now everyone was friends. It was definitely the most weirdest collision— Little Mix and the cast of the Avengers. But it worked out perfectly.

Everyone got along with each other and the girls would always visit you on set.

They’re always playing the band’s song in the background on set.

Most of them won’t admit, but they definitely memorized the lyrics to almost every song.

*cough cough* Mackie and Hemsworth

I feel like Samuel L. Jackson would join in on the action too, one way or another. Somehow he got looped in.

ANOTHER THING OMG, they would definitely stand up for you and the girls whenever Piers Morgan or some asshole hates on you guys or pulls a jab on you all.

Best beileve Evans will be calling him out publicly on Twitter.

“Why are you so worried about a bunch of talented women who are doing their job and bringing happiness to others? They’ve done nothing to you, you’re always the one making jabs at them. Leave them alone you fucking British meatball.”

I feel like Robert helped you and the girls find a better management company after learning about the unfair treatment you all faced under Simon’s care.

In conclusion: The Marvel cast would be ecstatic to learn about you being a singer and they’d become your biggest fans. They truly adore you and the girls for your amazing talent :’)

[viking-raider]

Nothing to Stand On - One Shot

Summary: You get hurt on the job and it causes almost life changes damage.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 2,744

Rating: G - Language, Angst and Fluff

Inspiration: Something that’s been on my Muse’s brain after watching Justice League a couple of times.

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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“I'll be fine, babe.” You smiled at Henry as you both stood backstage at the X Game you were doing with your Motocross team. “I've done hundreds of these shows, Henry.” You tried to reassure him, rubbing your hand up and down his thick arm.

“I know, I just worry.” Henry replied, frowning down at you.

You were an athlete first and foremost, freestyle motocross had always been your dream job and it took you nearly a decade to obtain the success and fame you wanted to achieve within it. You hopped around the world working any job you could do within the ring, no matter how small and obscure. But, you also understood Henry's concern for you, it was a dangerous job. You and Henry had met while you were recovering from a torn ACL two years before, after a failed back-flip. But, you knew the consequences of your profession, so did Henry, and until you couldn't do it anymore, you were going to keep doing it.

Nothing could prevent you from it.

“I know you do, Puppy.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “But, I'll be fine.” You tried to comfort him. “Why don't you go up to the box, and I'll see you after the show.” You told him, seeing he wasn't going to be comforted until you were safe on the ground with him again.

“All right.” He grunted, cupping your face in his hands and kissed you, deep and long, like he expected it to be the last time he ever kissed you again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Henry.” You smiled, kissing him one more time before letting him go.

Henry made his way up to the private viewing box the arena had to watch you. He grabbed a drink from the bar in the box and stood by the windows facing into the arena, checking out the multiple dirt ramps and the already screaming fans. His gulps of Guinness turned to painful acid in his stomach as the minutes ticked by before the show started. The rumble of engines hummed above the roar of the fans in their seats and a line of bikes shot out of the entrance tunnel, you at the front of the pack. He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline and pride he always got watching you come out, all suited up and on your dirt bike, always accompanied with the icy cold knot of worry and fear in his stomach.

He pulled out of his thoughts seeing you raise your hand, saluting him. He forced a smile and returned the salute, you had given Henry the salute at the very first X Game he ever accompanied you too. It was a gesture that said; I see you and I love you.

After you and your team did some showboating for the crowd, the show got down to business. As a tease to Henry, the first trick you did after hitting one of the ramps was the Superman, holding onto the handle bars of your bike and kicking the rest of your body out, hovering parallel with the seat and bike, before righting yourself and landing. It achieved what you were going for, making Henry laugh and shake his head, blushing like wild.

Th more tricks you did and smoothly landed, the more Henry relaxed, assured you would be fine. It was getting towards the end of the show and Henry abandon his neglected Guinness. He was about to turn and start down to the locker room to meet up with you and tell you how great you did, when he noticed you and one of the other riders in your team decided to give the crowd an encore trick to close out the night. His head tilted as he watched the two of you take to two different ramps that crossed each other, he'd never seen this before. You and the rider hyped up the crowd for a minute or so before taking off up the ramps, planning to leapfrog each other, like you had done a thousand times before.

“Oh god.” Henry let out in a breathy whisper, his stomach falling out of his body.

The rider that should have been below you, over shot the ramp and the two of you ended up colliding together, mid-air. You let go of your bike, arms oscillating as you kicked the machine away from you. It was a long fall that made time slow, while the ground rushed up towards you. You relaxed your body, preparing yourself for the impact you were about to make. Your legs buckled beneath you, sending you spinning several feet before slamming back down on your side, head and helmet hitting the ground, leaving you to limply roll and slide the rest of the way down the ramp, knocked out.

Henry's eyes were huge was absolute horror, tears threatening to fall as he shook with fear. Personnel and medical teams rushed out to you and the other rider, carefully pulling off your helmet and assessing your injuries. A few minutes later, you opened your eyes with a groan, every square inch of your body throbbing and screaming. You listened to the medical crew, squeezing their hands and moving your feet, telling them what day it was, your name and every other question they gave you to check out your condition, before they let you sit up. Your first motion after sitting up was looking up at the private box and giving Henry the salute.

I'm all right.

But, it didn't ease Henry's panic.

After a few more things, the medical crew cleared you, helping you up onto your feet and supporting you to the back, shaky from the ordeal.

“Y/n!” Henry's yell echoed down the concrete as he rushed down the hall towards your room.

“Right here, Henry.” You called back with a groan, pressing an arm to your angry ribs. “Out.” You snapped at everyone else in the room.

“Oh god, y/n.” Henry panted, panic attack in full swing and cupping your dirty face.

“I'm all right, Puppy.” You told him, gently, resting a hand on his chest. “Just banged up, that's all. There's nothing broken or torn.”

“You're sure?” He fussed, looking you over.

“Positive, Hen.” You smiled at him, always amused by his mother hen tendency.

“I should take you to the hospital.” He fretted, lifting your jersey and seeing the ugly bruising on your side.

“They cleared me, Henry. I don't need to go to the hospital.”

“What if they're wrong?” He babbled, frightened blue eyes holding yours.

You rested your hands on his face and pressed your foreheads together. “Breathe, Henry.” You whispered, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “I'm fine, just bruises and stiffness. Nothing more, I promise.” You cooed at him, as he took deep breaths in and out.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, very gingerly wrapping his arms around you, standing between your open legs. “Can I take you back to the hotel now?” He asked, palms gliding up and down your back.

“Yes, please.” You smirked, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his neck.

Henry kissed your forehead and helped you slip off the exam table and limp out to the rental car Henry had, taking you back to the hotel room you had reserved. You limped through the lobby and onto the elevator, Henry scooped you up and carried you down the rest of the way to the room. Pushing open the door, Henry detoured into the bathroom, resting you on the counter and plugged the drain to the tub, twisting on the hot tap with a splash of the cold, then turned back to you. He pulled off your boots, socks and jersey, followed by your pants and panties, before he eased you into the full tub of hot water, making you moan at the majestic feel of it on your ravaged body. Henry gently washed away the dirt and grime from your banged up body, and massaged shampoo into your hair, easing the tension migraine you had going.

“Thanks, babe.” You yawned as you rested back against the pillows Henry had piled up against your back in bed.

“You're welcome, sweetie. You just rest.” He replied, tucking you in and kissing your temple. “Do you want one of the painkillers they gave you?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, feeling the stiffness your bath had eased away seep back into your muscles.

“Okay.”

Henry grabbed the bottle out of his jacket pocket, took out one of the oval tablets and a bottle of water, out of the room's mini fridge, cracking it open and handing it and the pill to you. Tossing back the pill, you downed half of the water and let Henry set it on your nightstand. Turning out the lights, Henry crawled into bed with you, smiling as you laid your head on his shoulder and watched some tv with him, dozing off as the painkiller took effect.

You woke a few hours later, Henry sound asleep beside you, Kal wedged between your bodies at the foot of the bed, and your bladder begging to be emptied. Groaning softly, you pulled back the blankets and stiffly sat up on the edge of the bed, then frowned. Shaking your head, you pushed up with your hands, but couldn't stand. A nauseating and tight chill ran up your throat from your stomach, realizing you couldn't stand up, you could barely wiggle your toes.

“Oh god.” You started to breath heavily. “Oh my god.” You gasped, starting to panic and freak out.

Kal lifted his head, sensing your fear and let out of low woof, hopping out of bed and going around to you, touching his cold snout to the bare skin of your knee, that you barely felt, which did nothing for your mounting fear.

“Henry.” You whimpered, his name dying out to a pitiful squeak. “Henry.” You huffed out louder.

“Hm.” He hummed back, stirring a little bit.

“Henry!” You called out louder, tears dripping down your cheeks.

Henry took a deep breath, frowning as he woke up, shaking his head. “What's wrong, y/n?” He asked, eyes half open as he battled to stay away. “What is it?” He mumbled.

“I-” You gulped down the thick knot in your throat. “I can't...get up.” You told him, desperately trying to quell your fright.

His eyes popped open at your words, brain going on high and panicked alert. “What?” He snapped, startled.

“I can't stand up.” You repeated, slower.

“Holy fuck.” He gasped, sitting up and looking at you, seeing the pure horror in your red and wet eyes. “You're sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure.” You snapped back, scared. “I've been trying to for the last five minutes, and I'm still sitting here. I can't really feel them either.” You told him, panic gripping you firmly as you looked down at your feet.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Henry panicked, ripping out of bed and throwing clothes on. “It's okay.” He tried to assure you, watching you shake.

“How is this okay?” You mewled, looking up at him. “I can't fucking walk.”

“It'll be fine.” Henry repeated, slipping a pair of socks on your feet and your jacket on, before picking you up in his arms. “I told you, we should have gone to the hospital.” He said, on the elevator ride to the lobby.

“Not the time for 'I told you so', Henry.” You replied, eye twitching at him.

Henry got you into the car and rushed you to the nearest hospital. “Yes, hi.” He rushed, standing at the admittance desk in the ER. “My girlfriend was in an accident, for her job, and now she can't walk.” He explained to the nurse as she asked for the nature of the visit.

“When did this happen?”

“The accident..” Henry looked at his watch. “Four hours ago. She was fine just after the ordeal, but she woke up about forty minutes ago, unable too.”

“All right.”

The nurse got the rest of your information, secured a hospital bracelet around your wrist and wheeled you into an ER bay. Another nurse came into your room, taking your vitals and put in an IV port, putting you on fluids and painkillers. Henry paced up and down the side of your bed, too worried and antsy to sit or stand. After several minutes, a technician came in and took you for an X-Ray and MRI, before taking you back to your room.

After a terrifying hour, the ER doctor assigned to you, entered your room with his clipboard. “Ms. y/l/n?”

“Yes?” You nodded, gripping Henry's hand.

“Can you tell me what you were doing, when you sustained your injury?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.

“I'm an athlete.” You replied, licking your lips. “Freestyle motocross. A fellow team mate and I botched a trick we were doing for a show last night and I fell.” You explained to him.

He nodded his head at you, staring at your chart. “Well, after reviewing your tests, it seems you have lumbar pressure from your fall.” He told you, matter-of-factually. “So, you have spinal cord swelling in your lower back, as a result of your fall. It didn't become so dangerous until much later, which is why you suddenly lost the ability to walk and use your legs.” He explained.

“Can you reduce the swelling, so she can walk again?” Henry asked, mouth hanging open as he stared wide eyed at the doctor.

“Thankfully, yes. The warm bath you took beforehand really helped reduce the risks. If you hadn't and waited as long as you did, we might not have been able to reduce the swelling soon enough, before real lasting damage was done.” the Doctor nodded at him and gave you a reassuring smile.

“But, you'll have to stay in the hospital for a little while, while we give you anti-inflammatory medication and some antibiotics, in case you develop an infection, as a result of the swelling.” He added.

“I'll do whatever I need too.” You told him, nodding your head.

“Great.” He smiled at you. “We'll start your treatment right away and work on getting you a private room.”

“Thank you.” Henry sighed with relief, rubbing his face and carding his fingers through his wild curls.

“Seems you saved me, Hen.” You smiled up at him.

“Yeah.” He grinned and blushed. “I just wanted to help you relax and ease some of your pain with that bath.” He babbled, shyly.

“And you did, then some.” You told him, squeezing his hand. “My Superman.” You giggled at him.

A nurse hooked up your first round of anti-inflammatory medication to your IV, along with the antibiotics. You were moved to a private room a few hours later, Henry insisting that he would stay with you, for however long it took for you to get better; which luckily was only two days. But, you still had lingering weakness in your legs from the ordeal, so your primary doctor set you up with some physical therapy.

“Come on, you can do it.” Henry smirked, his hands hovering inches from your wobbling hips as you stood on the balance disk. “Twenty seconds.” He told you, glancing at the clock on the living room wall.

“Fuck, this hurts.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and teetering.

“No pain, no gain.” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist. “That's twenty.” He huffed, kissing the top of your head. “You're lasting a lot longer now.” He praised you, as you gingerly stepped off the disc.

“That's something, at least.” You panted, licking your lips, feeling the muscles in your back and legs throb.

“You'll be back on your bike in no time.” He smiled, though you could see the apprehension in his blue eyes, fearful about you going back to work and getting hurt again.

“Yeah, but for now, I think I'll just take it easy and stay home with you and Kal.” You told him with a sweet smile. “That's enough of an adrenaline rush and adventure for me.”

[redthreadoffate]

little lady bird [sebastian stan]

a repost, originally posted in my former writing blog

relationship: sebastian stan x female!reader

warnings: swearing, none; mistakes here or there

request (anon): Hi darling, can i request something where the reader and Sebastian are married and have a baby girl so she visited the set of endgame and show everyone his little lady and obviously everyone adores her, like Anthony making fun because his baby girl is such a copy of Sebastian and Chris being such an uncle also Scarlet and Elizabeth 😍🙈 Thanks 😘😘

notes: i really hope i got this good. i’ve been writing and re-writing some parts and although i am honestly happy with how this turned out, i’m hoping anon would like it, too.

summary: evelyn stan is taking the hearts by storm

Ever since you and Sebastian Stan got married, not once have you visited him on set. But now, you were missing him badly and your little daughter, Evelyn, would cry whenever she realized her daddy wasn��t around.

One night, you were alone in your bed, craving for your husband’s touch, when you heard the cries of baby Evelyn. Immediately, you rushed to her side and began to feed her some milk. She was two years old, already sleeping in her own room with protective barriers, or railings, around her bed.

“I know you miss daddy,” you said, rocking her from side to side. “I do, too, Ev. But he’s got to work and so does mommy.” You work as a teacher nearby and you drop off your daughter at your mother’s place during the day. You also liked knowing that Evelyn would be pretty close to her grandmother.

“I promise, when daddy’s work is over, we can finally spend some time together…I hope,” you said with a sigh. Sebastian’s work has begun to take a toll on him. And you were happy that he was living his dream, but you wanted to spend time with him, too. For him to spend time with your daughter. Evelyn needed her father just as much as you needed your husband. “He’ll be back and we’ll spend some quality family time together. I promise. You’ll see, Evy.”

But you knew you needed to do something. And quick.

Evelyn was getting restless without the attention of her daddy. And if you were being honest, so were you. Being alone sucked. And although you loved your daughter to the littlest bits and pieces of life, you couldn’t spend every single moment with just her.

Sebastian was only supposed to be gone a few days for the Avengers Endgame film. But there were so many delays that he’s been gone for two weeks already. That was definitely much more than the family bargained for.

He would call and message and video call you everyday, getting to see Evelyn play and sleep, whatever time he would catch her in. Evelyn would also reach for the device that you would be using when she would see her father. She would call out the name she calls him with and Sebastian would answer with his sweet, but gruff, voice.

“There’s my little lady bird,” he would say when she would see the little girl. He got that nickname when he realizes that Evelyn would sometimes sing with the birds outside your house. “Little lady bird, how are you?” And that would mark his and Evelyn’s conversation that were filled with nonsense, but still, you would record those moments with another device, just because you loved seeing father-daughter moments.

But what could you do to be able to see him again at this very moment. ‘Maybe I can go on set,’ you thought. You’ve heard of other families visiting their loved ones on set, so why couldn’t you? ‘I can get a few days off of work. Of course I’ll bring Evelyn, that’d allow mom to spend some quality time for herself, too. Yeah, I think that’ll work.’ And so you went inside your room, leaving the door open in case Evelyn needed you, to think of ways on how you can get inside the set. You did have one idea that surely wouldn’t fail.

So here you are, at the set of Avengers Endgame. With help from Sebastian’s agent, you managed to get in without any worry. Even Evelyn seemed to know where you guys were, she had an excited look in her eyes and she was facing the front rather than your chest.

“There he is,” the agent said, pointing out your husband. He was busy chatting with Elizabeth and Anthony. They were filming what they said is a wedding scene. “Would you like me to bring you guys to him?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s alright. I’d like to surprise him.” You thank the agent. With a heavy huff, you whisper to your daughter what she should do. When you reach Sebastian, he had his back turned to you.

As if on cue, Evelyn reaches out for her father’s back and cried out her name for him in a cheery, longing voice. Sebastian jumped before turning around to face you and the baby. “Evelyn!” he exclaimed. He gently cradled her face before kissing her. “My baby.” You clear your throat and smile. “And my other baby,” he said, laughing. He brings you in for a hug, careful not to squeeze the little girl in the middle. “I’ve missed you two. I can’t believe you’re here!”

You let go of him and fix Evelyn’s position on your hip. “Why?” you teased. “You hiding something from us, Mr. Stan?”

“As a matter of fact, Mrs. Stan, I am,” he replied. Your eyes widen a bit but he laughs it off. “You’re not suppose to see the ending, doll. How can it be a surprise when you watch it during the premiere?”

You roll your eyes. “You’ve already told me that it’s a wedding scene.”

Anthony and Elizabeth, who have been watching the exchange, take this time to their advantage. They’ve already met you, but not Evelyn. After they greet you, with Elizabeth giving you a half-hug, Anthony asked who the little bundle of joy is. “She looks exactly like you,” he pointed out to Sebastian.

“She does, doesn’t she?” you confirm. Chocolate brown hair, piercing blue eyes..same shaped nose, thin lips. Evelyn was a carbon copy of her father. “Seb thinks she looks like me.”

“No offense, y/n,” Anthony started, and you’ve already waved your hand as if saying “none taken”, “but she looks exactly like Sebastian Stan. Look at that! You can cover the rest of her face,” she used his hands to conceal some of the features of the baby from afar, “and all you see are her eyes, it’s very Sebastian! Very Winter Soldier.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Okay, yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“What’s her name again?” Elizabeth asked. “I heard it earlier but I want to make sure. I don’t want to call her by any other.”

“Evelyn,” Sebastian replied. “Her name is Evelyn Stan.”

“Lovely name,” Elizabeth commented. “May I hold her?”

“Of course,” you said and you hand your daughter to the now red-head actress. “She’s not very fussy. She’s a good girl,” you tried convince her. Although Elizabeth is obviously good with children, you can’t help but list the qualities of Evelyn…it’s a proud mom thing. “She likes you.”

Elizabeth smiled “Oh, I hope so.” She rubbed Evelyn’s back and cooed, “Aren’t you the cutest baby ever? Oh yes you are, baby Evelyn. You’re a very beautiful baby.”

“She’s going to break hearts one day,” Anthony remarked. “And hopefully she doesn’t get her heart broken, you’re very good with guns on and off set.” He patted Sebastian’s shoulder and laughed. “But count me in if you ever need back-up.”

Sebastian smirked. “You love her already.”

“Of course!” Anthony had no reason to deny it. “She’s a very beautiful girl, made by two gorgeous and amazing people, she’d just be as awesome. Plus, she looks like you.” He laughed.

“Oh, she’s such a sweetheart,” Elizabeth said. “Look, she’s already asleep!”

“Shh,” Sebastian hushed, “she’s a very deep sleeper but who knows what will wake her up. This is a crowded area.”

Just then, Chris and Scarlett appeared from behind the three actors. Chris immediately noticed the baby and gasped. Scarlett had to look past Chris just to see the baby. Scarlett gasped as well, her hand covering her mouth.

“Oh, she’s adorable,” Scarlett said. “She’s no doubt Sebastian’s.” This earned Sebastian a “ha!” from Anthony. “What’s her name?”

“Evelyn,” you replied. “Ev or Evy for short.” You shrugged.

“Little lady bird, too,” Sebastian added. “Though that’s my nickname for her. It might feel weird if others call her that, too.” He shook his head. “Nevermind, don’t call her that.”

“Little Sebastian might be good, too,” Anthony joked.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “Isn’t that the horse or donkey, I forget, from Parks and Recreation?”

Chris laughed softly. “That’s Lil’ Sebastian. There’s a difference.”

“We are not calling Evelyn a nickname after a horse,” you said, “it’s like calling Renesmee Nessie, like she’s the Loch Ness Monster or something.”

Elizabeth laughed, though she tried to keep her volume at the minimal. “I didn’t know you were a Twilight fan.”

You rolled your eyes. “Am not. I just remember watching that part.”

Chris asked if he could hold Evelyn. With your permission, Elizabeth handed the baby over to Chris and you smiled at the thought that Chris was very good with kids. Evelyn must have felt the shift because she woke up. You and Sebastian made a face, scared that she’d make a fuss. But Chris rocked her and she leaned her head on his chest as if she was listening to his heartbeat.

“That’s amazing,” Anthony said.

“You’ve always been a children person,” Scarlett chimed in. “It’s a gift.”

“Children are so innocent,” Chris said, “they’re God’s gift.”

Sebastian smirked. “Stop being so dramatic.”

“I can’t help it,” Chris chuckled, “your baby girl is going to be the death of me.”

“Aww man, not you too!”

“Aren’t you glad that you’ve got people on your side when it comes to your daughter?” Anthony rested his arm on his friend’s shoulder. “I mean, come on, dude, you’ve got to admit that’s already really cool.”

Sebastian pursed his lips in thought then nodded. “It would be fun to scare off her suitors when she’s got a dad and two uncles guarding her already.”

“Oh, don’t talk about her growing up yet!” you groaned. “I want to enjoy my time with her.”

“Pretty soon, she’ll be going to prom,” Chris Hemsworth appeared, joining in on the conversation. “Oh, she’s a wonderful little gal,” he said when he laid eyes on the girl Chris Evans was holding. “Sebastian’s?”

Robert joined in and nodded. “Obviously. Look at those eyes, very piercing shade of blue.”

“Thank you for your input, Hemsworth,” you whined. “Now all I can think of is her growing up into a lady already. Ugh, she’s only two years old, guys! Let her live a little bit more before she starts worrying about boys and dating!”

“Or girls,” Scarlett added, shrugging her shoulders.

“Or girls,” you repeated and you see Scarlett smile.

There’s a tiny sound coming from young Evelyn and everyone turned to see her yawning. Chris Evans handed her back to Sebastian and he, in turn, hugs her close to his chest. “God I missed her so much.”

“We both missed you,” you said, smiling at the sight of them. You take out your phone and capture the moment. “Picture, everyone!” You walk back a bit and everyone poses for the photo. “One…two…three…everybody say ‘cheese’!”

“Cheese!” they obliged.

When everyone but you and Sebastian dispersed, you give him a small, soft smile. “When are you coming back?”

“As soon as possible. But I have an idea. Why don’t you two stay here with me first? I’m sure you took some time off from work.”

“I did, yeah. Our bags are still packed in the van, we were hoping we could stay in your hotel.”

“Babe, you’re my family, of course you’re staying in my hotel, in the very same room.”

You laughed. When your laughter died down, you looked at the sleeping baby in your husband’s arms and sigh. “How did we get so lucky?”

Sebastian grinned. “How did I get so lucky? My queen,” he gestured to you with his head, “and my princess, the little lady bird,” he lifted her a bit. “You’re both so beautiful, so amazing, I can’t live without either one of you.” He leaned down and said, “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, too,” you said.

[lustresky]

make me feel [bi!bucky barnes x bi!f!reader]

summary: Let’s just say that you and Bucky aren’t as bright as you both think you are. (Or, a story in which you both find out that the other isn’t actually completely over the fence— If you know what I mean.)

wc: 2800ish.

themes: reader and bucky are both bi disasters, misunderstandings, pining, a lil’ bit of angst?, crack? (idek at this point lmao), happy endings, not so subtle the witcher references, everyone else in the team getting tired of reader n bucky’s dumbasses.

a/n: title is a song by janelle monáe! also this is inspired by seb saying ‘bi rights!’ and well... also by me being a dumbass bi. this felt like the longest x reader i’ve ever written when in reality it’s the shortest one i’ve ever written lol. :’) oh well!

if you have any questions about this fic, feel free to send me an ask! c:

“Isn’t she just—“ You sigh dreamily, one of your arms coming up to rest at the table; your head then promptly laying on it. “God, I’m like— so gay.”

Bucky just laughs, ignoring the twinge of emotion in his chest. He sips his coffee, eyeing you through the corner of his eye.

Your eyes had been stuck on the Russian spy for the past ten minutes, now. Natasha, however, hadn’t noticed it all; which Bucky finds both funny and depressing.

Funny, because seeing the usually alert assassin being oblivious to your feelings is amusing; and depressing, because he knows that he’ll never be the object of your affections.

The reason isn’t even because of his past— you had made it clear to him numerous times before that you don’t think any less of him because of his history. It isn’t even about his arm— you had called it “Cool.” and “Awesome!” a handful of times before.

No; the reason that he’ll never be able to be with you is because you swing your bat for your own team.

Bucky just lets out a quiet sigh, blowing his coffee to cool it down some more.

When Natasha turns her head to give you both a smile, he doesn’t contain the small chuckle coming out of his throat when you suddenly flinch in your seat.

He wants more, he always had, but he knows better than to hope for things that he can never have.

I’ll just have to settle for this.

Bucky takes another sip.

“Damn.”

You look up from the TV; your view being greeted by Bucky as he sits next to you on the sofa, metal arm gleaming from the dim light of the screen.

The said television currently displays a very delightful and deliciously naked scene of Geralt of Rivia; the camera panning up from his thunderous thighs to his thick upper body— the only thing keeping the whole moment ‘Netflix-Show-Friendly’ is the white cloth haphazardly thrown across his waist, covering his dignity.

You snort as Bucky continues to hungrily stare at the fictional character, unashamed. His eyes are wide, pupils blown and you can’t help but feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Looks like someone’s a lil’ gay too, huh?” You laugh, trying to swallow down the feeling of heartache.

Bucky just chuckles back, eyes still focused on the screen. “You can say that…”

You tear your gaze off of the super soldier, doing your best to keep your disappointment at bay.

It isn’t his fault; you of all people know that you can’t exactly control what and who you’re attracted and not attracted to.

In fact, it’s your fault for falling for someone who’ll never like you that way.

Bucky will never look at you like that— you know that— but there are times, times like this…

Times where his arm is wrapped around your shoulders, times where your head is tucked under his chin, times where your back is pressed against his chest…

That you fool yourself into the idea of maybe you two can have something more.

Even if you know better.

Bucky hears the clacking of heels behind him, followed by the familiar whistling of Sam when he sees something he likes.

“Goddamn, Y/N!” He hoots, promptly making Bucky turn around from his area on the stove upon hearing your name.

His breath hitches up in his throat as he sees you: a form fitting and long sleeved black dress hugging every part of your body, ending quite high above your knees and showing off a garter on your left leg. Your hair is tousled, framing your face. The whole outfit is paired with black heels, and Bucky knows for sure that anyone else who’ll see you in it will do a double take.

You laugh at Sam. “Sorry, honey, but you know that I don’t see you that way.” You give him a wink, eyelashes fluttering as the eye-shadow on your eyelid glitters. Bucky can slowly feel his knees turning into jelly.

He quickly brushes off the butterflies in his stomach, trying to regain his composure.

Bucky clears his throat and sends you a smile, which he hopes doesn’t look too strained. “You look great, Y/N.”

Whatever his complicated feelings are, he isn’t going to let them stop him from giving you a genuine compliment. Bucky knows how happy it makes you whenever he gasses you up.

As he had expected, you give him a huge smile. “Awh— thanks, Buck.”

Before Bucky can reply, Sam slides back into the conversation. “So what’s all this for, then?” He asks, one eyebrow up. After a beat, he smirks. “Got a date?”

Bucky ignores the heart wrenching feeling in his chest.

You laugh, and that’s when he notices the folded flag in your hands. You unfold it and wrap it around your shoulders. “Nah, just got a parade to go to. You know how it is.” You send him another wink.

The flag has a tricolour design.

Bucky had never seen it before.

Sam just laughs, bright chuckles filling up the otherwise empty space. “I see you, honey. I see you.”

You tie the flag into a knot around your neck, giggling. “Well,” You say, arranging your hair, grabbing a clutch from God knows where. “Enjoy yourselves boys, I know I will.”

With a final wink— and even a salute— you step out of Bucky and Sam’s view, heels clacking once more as you make your way to the elevator.

Bucky’s trance gets broken as soon as he hears Sam snickering. He turns, feeling his cheeks flush with heat.

“What.” He says, furrowing his eyebrows, trying his best to look annoyed even if embarrassment is slowly eating away at him.

Sam just laughs. “God, you need to tell Y/N that you’re into her. I’ve been seeing you pine over her for months, dude. You gotta tell her the truth.”

Bucky scoffs and turns back to the stove, seeing his food now burnt to a crisp. Great. “Yeah, no thanks.” He says, embarrassment now being replaced by exasperation.

Sam groans back. “She’s clearly into you—“

“No, she isn’t,” Bucky cuts Sam off before he can even say anything else; annoyance quickly turning into rage.

He looks back at Sam. “I know she isn’t.”

After a beat, Sam scoffs. “As much as you think you know shit,” He starts, shaking his head.

“You don't know shit.”

You can’t help but let out a small whimper once Bucky’s fist collides with the boxing bag.

The way his muscles flex at every punch, the way the veins in his neck pop out at every grunt, the way his tank top clung to everything…

God. He looks absolutely appetizing.

Wanda snickers from beside you. She passes you a water bottle and you take no more than five seconds to chug it all down. “Well,” She laughs. “Someone’s thirsty today.”

You wipe your mouth, groaning. “Shut up.”

Wanda just giggles. “Awh, come on Y/N, you can be honest with me.”

You turn to look at her, being greeted by her wiggling eyebrows. “Ugh, I don’t wanna talk about it, Wanda.” You roll your eyes and turn your head back again.

Which is a mistake on your part— because as you do so, you’re welcomed by the sight of Bucky’s toned stomach; his hands grabbing onto the bottom of his tank top, rubbing the sweat off of his forehead.

You proceed to choke on air.

Wanda just cackles harder and louder— but at least she has enough empathy to pat your back.

Bucky, upon hearing the boisterous laughter, drops his hold on the tank top. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, before his eyes land on you; his lips then curling up into a small smile.

The heat in your cheeks becomes even hotter, but you manage to compose yourself just for a second to send him a grin; albeit crooked and a bit awkward.

Thankfully he doesn’t notice anything.

As Bucky turns back around to face the other side of the gym, you turn back to Wanda— face fuming.

“Be quiet!” You hiss, irritation and embarrassment settling in. “He can’t know that I’m into him, okay?”

Wanda raises an eyebrow, face contorted to a look of incredulity. “Why?” She proceeds to poke you on your shoulder. “It’s clear that you guys both like each other— just confess already. I’m tired of it.” She groans and rolls her eyes.

You scoff and let your eyes fall downcast onto the wooden floor.

“Trust me…” You sigh, feeling the disappointment bubbling in your stomach. “He doesn’t like me that way.”

Wanda lets out a noise of disagreement. “I don’t even need to get in his head to know that he’s into you—“

“Wanda just—“ You cut her off, lifting your eyes up from the floor to stare at her fully. The disbelief in her eyes upon hearing your words is clear, but it isn’t enough to erase the feeling of heartache in your chest. “Just trust me...”

“I’m sure of it.”

“Oh come on— Y/N!” Tony shouts, sounding exasperated, making you lift your eyes from the chicken on your plate and onto his upon hearing your name.

You cock an eyebrow at him, hands paused midway into cutting your meal. “Yeah, Tony?”

Steve raises a hand up to cover Tony’s mouth, but the billionaire manages to swat it out of the way. “Would you— as in-eloquent as this may sound— bang Mr. Barnes?” He asks, face determined and jaw set tight.

The rest of the chatter on the dinner table promptly stops. Natasha and Wanda both look amused, but the rest of the team just looks either: A) Confused, B) Disgusted, or C) An equal yet unfortunate mix of both.

You don’t say anything for a few seconds, caught too off guard to even answer. After a minute your mouth opens, but it closes back just as quick— open and close just like a fish.

Tony groans, arms crossing around his chest like a child. He leans forward to your direction. “Well? Yes or no?”

You force your lips to part with the intention of saying a reply, but Bucky beats you to it.

“Stark, I think we all know that Y/N would never say yes.” He says, voice dark and unamused.

“Well, I— for one— don’t,” Tony replies, not even letting you speak. His brows are furrowed as he shakes his head. He lifts one hand up, a finger going down as he says, “First off, and I say this totally platonically, you’re jacked. Second, we’re not blind— we see you both cuddling at the sofa when you’re watching The Witcher; and third, as a super soldier, your stamina in bed—“

Bucky cuts him off before he can even continue. “It’s because I’m a man, Stark.” His eyes narrow, annoyance and anger clear on his face. “Don’t you see that Y/N’s not into that?”

Your eyes widen, and before anyone else can interrupt you, you say, “Hold up— what?”

Bucky just stares back at you; and you notice the irritation on his face slowly morphing into hopelessness. “Aren’t you— you know…” Bucky lets out a sigh, metal hand waving in the air. “Gay?”

“What?” You respond back, eyebrows now knit together in confusion and surprise. “I mean yeah, but— no?”

Bucky just looks back at you in confusion.

“I’m not— I’m not gay. Not exactly,” You shake your head. “I’m bi— you know, as in bisexual?”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, eyes wide in shock.

A silence reigns over the table before Tony breaks it again.

“Well that means that that lil’ reason is unjustifiable, then!” He claps his hands. “So what is it, Y/N? A yes? A no?”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of rejection starting to bubble in your stomach. You know your answer, but it didn’t matter in the end.

“I don’t think what ever I’ll say will be worth it in the long run, Tony,” You try to play off the heartache by turning back to your plate. “Besides, I don’t have a chance, anyways.” You laugh half heartedly.

A beat passes— even Tony doesn’t reply to your words— until…

“What do you mean you don’t?” Bucky asks, low enough to be a whisper, but loud enough for you to catch it.

You look up, staring back into his cerulean eyes. “Well...” You try not to show your feelings as you shrug your shoulders. “Aren’t you gay?”

A pause, then— Bucky snorts. Actually snorts.

“Doll, I’m not—“ His eyes are crinkling, smile stretched wide. “I mean, yes, but I’m… I’m into women just as much as I am into men.”

You let your jaw drop.

Wait… So that meant…

This time, Steve interrupts. “Okay… I think I’ve had enough of dinner, how about we watch a film?” He stands up from his seat, his own chair loudly scratching against the wood as he tries to act nonchalant.

Everyone else— except you and Bucky— stands up, a chorus of “Yeah, sure.”‘s and awkward coughs filling the room. The team heads out in a straight file into the communal space.

Tony, before disappearing into the corner, sends you both a wink; Steve promptly whisks him away.

You look back at Bucky.

The two of you just stare at each other wordlessly; still reeling over the fact that you two had both been absolute idiots.

For a few minutes, silence engulfs both of you, until Bucky coughs.

“You still—“ He lifts up an arm and rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tick that you instantly recognize. “You still haven’t answered Stark’s question…”

You sit straighter in your seat, surprised at his words. The heat creeps up to your cheeks; and although you know now that you actually have a chance, the weight of rejection is still heavy.

After all, you had already accepted being turned down because of his ‘supposed’ attraction not including your sex— which, truthfully, hurts less than being rejected because of anything else.

You let out a chuckle, but it doesn’t end up sounding as happy as you had wanted it to be. “It’s not that important, Buck— you don’t want to know, trust me.” Your eyes fall down to your unfinished meal once more.

Bucky lets out a sigh, and for a few seconds he doesn’t say anything. Until…

“That’s the thing, Y/N… I— I want to.”

You look up, making eye contact once more.

“I want to know,” He says, eyes full of hope yet also doubt. “I’d rather know now than never.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat.

“So?” Bucky smiles, a small, unsure one. “Do you— as per Tony’s words— want to bang me?”

The laugh escapes your mouth as soon as Bucky pronounces those words, and you just take a second to compose yourself. God, isn’t this night just eventful?

As the last few giggles come out, you shake your head, feeling the courage to say the truth run up your veins.

Fuck it.

You fix your gaze into Bucky’s eyes— those cerulean blues that you can get lost in for days.

“I do want to bang you, Sergeant Barnes,” You say, and as his eyes flash with joy as your mouth quirks into a grin.

“But I don’t want just that…”

Before you know it, you had stood up from your seat and are now walking towards him; the fearlessness in you becoming bigger and bigger with each step you take.

Once you reach him, he stands up from his seat as well. He towers over you easily, but instead of being intimidated, you feel comforted.

“I want to… I want to go on dates with you, I want to cuddle with you, I want to talk about everything and nothing and just—“ You look up at him through your eyelashes, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as you grip onto your nerves.

“I want you.”

Bucky doesn’t respond for a moment, prompting you to worry that you might’ve misread the situation, but instead of words he leans down— capturing your lips with a soft peck.

It’s quick, chaste— but it’s enough for your heart to soar.

You gaze back into his eyes, feeling your cheeks burn and the butterflies in your stomach having a party.

Bucky smiles, lips quirked so high upwards that his eyes crinkled. You think— no, you’re sure— that you’d never get enough of the sight.

“I want you too.”

“Buck, how in the hell did you not know that I was bi? I walked around with a whole ass pride flag on my back!”

“It isn’t my fault that we didn’t have those back in the day— and besides, I’ve never heard you talk about having a crush on another guy!”

“That’s because I had a crush on you, dumb-ass. Plus, what about you? You spend all your time ogling at Geralt, I’ve never even seen you stare at a woman!”

“That’s because the only woman that I have my eyes on is you, doll!”

thanks for reading! as always, requests are open! & pls don’t forget to like and reblog, thank you! c:

[rxdonmyledger]

Tease.

Anon requested: Hi dear, I really love you writing and I was wondering if I could request something where the reader teases Seb by doing the cross leg that Sharon Stone does in Basic Instinct and then it turns into smut. Thank you.

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I know it’s been ages since I wrote something but I’ve been having some crazy months. I promise I’ll try to be here quite often. I hope you all enjoy this little one-shot. Feel free to comment as always and send me request if you wish! Also, you can buy me a Ko-fi here in case you want to support my writing!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, Spankings, language, Dom!Seb, fingering, oral sex (fem. receiving)

Words: 2,490.

You should have known by now that your boyfriend was a freaking tease. It’s been a long time, so should know better. But still, you fell on his traps. He knew how you loved watching him wearing a suit and he knew that you were not able to see it often. Sometimes he changed into a suit for a gala or a photoshoot in LA or elsewhere.

You had started your day going to the gym and after your shower you had checked your phone to see if you had important messages from your work or from Seb. You had felt your lips curving into a smile when you saw his name on the screen. He would be in the premiere in London and probably he wanted to show you how it was being in there.

You were so proud of what he had accomplished over the years. He was a hard-working person that wanted nothing but to be a good actor. You loved the way his eyes shone as he spoke about acting. You smiled at him, not fully understanding that world but happy just of watching him like that.

{Seb}: Good morning, doll 😉

{Seb}: Thought you wanted to see this.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname. He had started to use it one night you were playing Truth or Dare and he asked you what would your favourite nickname be if you were dating Bucky. Being the lil’ shit he is, he teased you with it for weeks until it grew on him, using his best Brooklyn accent to call you.

The moment you saw the photograph you thought of at least 201 ways to kill him. That bastard had taken a photo of the suit he was wearing. Dark blue and black were definitely his colours, you thought as you bit your lip, swallowing at the image. He was staring at the mirror with that gaze that made your body to burn.

{You}: I hate you.

The three dots appeared in the screen and you bit your nail, waiting patiently for his response. A line of laughing emojis filled your chat and you groaned, wanting to punch his perfect teeth. The dots appeared again and you sat down, playing with your hair.

{Seb}: You don’t, honey.

{Seb}: Gotta go. Love you xxx

You repressed your desire of smashing the phone on the wall. Or even on your boyfriend’s head. A sigh escaped your lips as you smiled, shaking your own head. You would never admit it, but you loved your little games. Teasing each other, playing, spicing things up.

You tapped your fingers on your chin, thinking of a way to get your revenge. You loved winning him, because it was then translated to bed, where you two had fun or even he let his darker side free. When the idea popped into your mind, you couldn’t stop your chuckles.

You greeted your friend Sarah as she opened the door, hugging her. Sebastian did the same and you two followed her inside the house, where some of your friends were already there. They were basically yours but they had become friends with Seb too. Soon you lost him, talking with Sarah and Laura about work.

You were wearing one of your favourite dresses. It was black with the sleeves made of lace and Sebastian loved it when he saw it the first time. He was the one that insisted on buying it for you and you knew that he became mad when he saw you wearing it. Like that evening.

The moment you had appeared on the door his went wide and his mouth fell open, drinking on your sight. He had swallowed hard as you strutted towards him, pecking on his lips before grabbing your purse and walking to the main door.

Little he knew that tonight, you had a surprise for him.

Even if you didn’t talk to him, you knew your gazes were teasing him. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, biting his lip when you looked back at him. You smirked at him and winked, turning to talk to one of your friend’s husband. You knew your dress hugged your body perfectly. Besides, that night had “accidentally” forgotten to put on your panties.

“Dinner’s ready!” shouted Oliver with a smile, watching as the guests entered the dining room. You sat between two of your oldest friends while Sebastian was on the other side of the table, just opposite to you. You had asked Sarah to placed him there and you friend had just shrugged, smiling.

Time passed as you enjoyed a wonderful dinner sharing great moments with your friends. You laughed with the stories that were told and you saw that your boyfriend was enjoying as well, though he spent more time watching you with his dark eyes. At one moment, a metallic sound filled the room and you felt your heart bumping against your chest. Sebastian bent under the table to take the fork that had fallen from the table and you swallowed, opening your legs to let him see your bare core before you crossed your legs.

It was a very Sharon Stone movement. Excepting that you were not Sharon Stone.

A bump made the glasses to clink and the table to shake. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to hide the laughs that wanted to escape your lips. You took your glass and took a sip of your drink, clearing your throat as you saw your boyfriend sitting straight, rubbing the back of his head. Sebastian was glaring at you with his eyes dark, the blue of his irises now gone.

“You okay, darling?” you said, battling your eyelashes at him, smiling innocently while eating your food. Sebastian mumbled something and nodded, lowering his head. You smirked when you observed that not only his face was red but his neck as well.

The night went on and you all kept eating and drinking, telling anecdotes and updating with the last moments in your life. You could feel Sebastian was getting more and more nervous as time passed. And, you would say, a little bit aroused too. His leg was jolting near yours and he was biting his lip so hard you were surprised there was not blood.

“Let me help you, Oliver” you said as you stood up, smoothing your dress as you grabbed some dishes and glasses and walking towards the kitchen, adding an extra sway of your hips, feeling your boyfriend’s eyes on your body.

When you got back, you observed that Sebastian was already grabbing your coats and was talking to Sarah, apologising for leaving so early. He had that sweet smile that drove his fans crazy and you cursed under your breath.

“I hope we can meet to go to the gym together!” Sarah said while Sebastian helped you to get inside your own coat, being the perfect gentleman and so. You nodded and kissed her on the cheek, allowing Seb to take your hand and drag you to the outside, where his car waited.

“Get in” he growled once the door closed behind your backs. You smiled and nodded, walking to the passenger’s seat and getting inside the car, waiting patiently for him. His voice was dark and full of promises and you could feel your core already getting wet.

He made the drive home in silence, not even turning the radio on. And that was a sign, because he loved singing while driving. When the traffic lights were red, his long fingers drummed on the steering wheel, not looking at you. You swallowed hard and got out of the car once Seb stopped it in front of your shared apartment.

You got inside the lift and leant against the walls, playing with your fingers, noticing the tension building between the two of you. Seb had his jaw tensed and you were surprised he hadn’t broken his teeth.

“Get your ass in the freaking apartment” he whispered huskily, opening the door for you. You obeyed and jolted when you heard your boyfriend slamming the door shut, turning to see him strutting towards you.

You swallowed hard and found yourself with your back against the cold wall of the hall, his hands at both sides of your head. You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to look at him insolently, knowing that would make him even more furious. His breath was hitting your face and his nostrils moved. Sebastian walked closer and his body was completely pressed against yours.

“Apparently, you like to play with me, kitten” you shivered at the nickname and bit your lip, watching as his eyes followed the movement. You smiled and shrugged.

“You started this” you stated simply, laughing while Sebastian furrowed in confusion. That made him even angrier and his jaw tensed again. “You sent me those damn photos when you were in London”

Sebastian roared in laughter and shook his head, leaning against your ear, letting his breath to graze your skin, raising goosebumps on it. His husky voice made you close your eyes and his teeth grabbed your earlobe.

“Seriously, Y/N? All this little game of yours for that…” he muttered, touching your bare arm with his slender fingers. You shivered under his touch and bit your lip again, swallowing hard.

“You started this” you repeated, looking at him with a fake indignation in your features. “Knowing what those photos would do to me”

Sebastian chuckled and bit your shoulder before moving to your neck, grabbing your chin with his right hand and forcing you to look at him, smirking at the sight of you in such state because of him. His tongue drew a line from your shoulder to your jaw, biting the flesh of your cheek carefully.

“You know what are you going to do, kitten? You’re getting your ass inside that room so I can punish you”

“Really? Well, if you can catch me”

Taking him by surprise you pushed him and started to run to reach the bedroom before he could catch you, but if he played the Winter Soldier was for a reason and soon you were over his shoulder, kicking your legs and swatting his ass as he walked to your shared room, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Count for me, kitten”

Before you could prepare yourself, you felt a hand lifting your dress to your hips and landing on your ass harshly. You counted aloud, trying not to moan, knowing perfectly that what he wanted. He wanted to make you a writhing mess. And you were not going down without a good fight.

“Fifteen” you whispered, burying your head between your arms, feeling his soft hands soothing the pain and helping you to get into the bed. You had surprised yourself not making a single sound and Sebastian was thinking the same, noticing the frown in his handsome features.

“Well, well, love…I’m astonished…” He said, caressing your legs before dragging you to the edge of the bed, placing your knees apart and getting on his own, peppering kisses on your skin.

“Seb…”

“Shhh…” he shushed, smirking at you before biting your thigh and kissing it, blowing air to your core. You hissed and shuddered, trying to escape from your strong grip. “Let me take care of you, kitten…”

You moaned aloud when his tongue licked a long line from your entrance to your clit. His lips closed around your bundle of nerves, sucking and licking. His beard rubbed your thighs and you screamed his name, pulling at his short hair. Sebastian smirked and moved his head from one side to the other. You bucked your hips and he placed his arms over your waist, pinning you to the table. His free hand touched your folds and one of his fingers got inside you.

“Sebastian…” you whined, biting your lip and whimpering, knowing you were close. You had a tight knot inside your stomach and you took a deep breath, closing your legs around Seb’s face.

You screamed his name when his fingers curved inside you, rubbing your g spot while his tongue moved in circles around your clit. Your orgasm collapsed and went over your body, waves of pleasure traversing every single part of it. You shivered and tried to get away from his grip, your head hitting the pillow.

With hooded eyes you observed your boyfriend kneeled at the end of the bed, wiping his mouth clean. His lips curved into a smirk and he climbed onto the bed, taking off his chest. You bit his lip and let your nails scratch his chiselled chest, locking your gaze with his. Sebastian’s hand went to the back of your neck, crashing your lips with his. You moaned and cupped his jaw, deepening the kiss and biting his lip. Your boyfriend growled and you rubbed his length over his jeans.

Sebastian fumbled with his belt and stripped himself, sitting against the headboard and patting his naked thigh. You straddled him and rubbed his length, making him to whimper your name. His hands gripped your hips and guided you. You two groaned at the same time when he entered you, leaving you enough time to get you used. His arms circled your body and pressed you against his body. Sebastian closed his eyes and begged you to move.

You complied and rolled your hips at the same time he lifted them. You moaned when he hit you in the right places. You leant against his shoulder, biting the skin there while your boyfriend buried one of his hands on your hair, snapping his hips against yours. The sound of skin against skin along with your grunts and moans were the only sounds in the room.

“Please, Y/n…tell me you’re close”

“I am…come for me, Seb…” you whispered with almost no voice, rolling your hips harder. Sebastian turned his head and kissed you, swallowing your moans when you came again. He grunted and moaned softly against the skin of your neck. Your breaths were fast and you tried to calm yourselves before you rolled to the side.

Sebastian got up to get a wet cloth and clean you both before getting inside the bed by your side. You snuggled against him, smiling when he pressed a kiss on your forehead, playing with your hair. The room was in a comfortable silence.

“I have to admit…you played well” your boyfriend said with a chuckle, sending the vibrations to the chest. You smiled proudly at him, winking.

“I know” Sebastian rolled his eyes and patted your ass playfully, making you to jolt at the sensitivity you still had.

“Tease”

“Yes, but you love me for that”

“Yes, it’s true. I love you, Y/N” he replied with a lovingly smile, dragging you closer before kissing you softly, closing his eyes and hugging you while your eyes fell closed.

[prettypincher]

He Was Right

Request:  Reader is close to the glee club and has gone to school with them since freshman year) Sebastian left his phone at the Lima Bean and someone from the glee club found it. They look through it to see pics of reader and Seb like kissing each other, hugging and cute pics that you would have of your significant other. They ask him about it only to find him and reader talking about date plans and the glee Club finding out when he realizes that he left his phone at the Lima Bean. The entire glee club enters the room and tells them the gig's up. They confess and the glee club accepts it. - @irony-is-my-life

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Notes: So I made a few changes. I hope you don’t mind. It’s late and not very well written. I’m sorry if it’s not your favorite. You can always request another one, though. My ask is always open. Also everyone’s a lil bit OOC.

Bells jingled and laughter poured into the local cafe called the Lima Bean. “And then Finn tripped over his books and slid down the hall!” Rachel was giggling through her retelling of an incident with an unsuspecting student and a distracted Finn walking the halls of McKinley. “Hey. I think it was a pretty graceful dive. I only tripped three other people.” Rachel, Finn, Blaine, Kurt, Santana and Artie were making a stop at the Lima Bean to get a little recharged before the weekend was over.

“Hey guys, I’ll catch up in a minute.” “Alright Finn. Don’t be long,” Rachel smiled.

Striding over to the bathroom, something caught his eye before he made it to the door. ‘Someone left their phone here. That’s rough.” Finn thought to himself. ‘I wonder who’s it is.’ Thinking he was doing the right thing, he started looking through the phone and opened up the photos app since it was the first thing he saw. Scrolling through the pics, the screen was filled with red, black and white. Finn cringed as the Warbler symbol flashed across the phone. About ready to just turn the phone in to the cashier, a familiar face caught his eye.. ‘(y/n)?’

“Hey guys!” Finn yelled as he approached his friends. “Oh there you are, Finn. We were wondering what took you.” Artie scrutinized his fellow singer. “You’ll never believe what I found.” Finn had everyone’s attention now.

“Well? What is it?” Santana. Always one to be straight to the point. “I found this phone sitting at a deserted table and so I tried to figure out who it might belong to. So I started looking through their photos-”

“Hold on, hold on,” Santana interrupted. “You tried to find someone’s identity by looking through their pictures?” “Where did you possibly find that knowledge?” Kurt questioned. “Never mind that. Look who’s in the pictures.”

Finn showed the group the picture of (y/n). “So it (y/n)’s phone? Big deal.” Santana stared at Finn as if he grew another head, completely confused.

“Yeah, no. It’s a Warbler’s phone. See?” He then showed them the Warbler symbol. “Let me see that,” Blaine took the phone and started swiping. “..holy crap. I think I might puke. Oh gosh!”

“Blaine! What is it?” Everyone hollered at their raven haired friend. Saying nothing, he held up the phone. Cue collective gasp.

*At Dalton Academy*

“Okay guys. Here’s the plan. We go in and confront that sniveling snake about what he thinks he’s doing with our (y/n). Then we use whatever means necessary to keep him away from our baby.” Santana sneered at the thought of Smythe. “Agreed.” All were in agreement then.

Storming up the stairs of the school, the group made their way to the Warbler’s practice room. Sneaking up to the door, the singers heard voices conversing inside. “Good. Okay. They’re in there. Let’s go.” Finn was ready to ‘talk’ to Sebastian. “Hold up a second,” Artie spoke. “I think.. there’s a girl’s voice..”

Everyone crowded the door, trying to hear. “-last time. Maybe we could hit up the ice cream parlor then head on over to the beach?” “Really? Seb, don’t you think that they’d see us?” “Come on, babe. I want to show you off. I really don’t care about your friends seeing us. In fact, it’d be a good thing. Maybe I can prove to them that it’s a good thing we’re together. I really love you and I’m sure they’ll be able to see that. Even if they don’t want to.” Sebastian had been trying to convince you to tell the New Directions for a while now. Everything he said was either shot down or flat out ignored. You really did care about Sebastian, but it’d be so hard for you if your friends, best friends, disapproved of your relationship.

“Sebastian. I know you really want to tell them.. it’s just,” you heaved a sigh loud enough for your eavesdropping friends to hear. “It’s just that if they didn’t approve of us, if they didn’t like us together, if they’d tried to break us apart.. it would kill me. I love you so much, but they might not love us together. They’re still my friends. My family. I just don’t think I’m ready.”

From the other side of the door, your friends were looking at each other like they were thoroughly disappointed with themselves, not you. “I can’t believe (y/n) feels like she can’t trust us with this. I feel so.. terrible,” Blaine was completely distraught that you felt that way.

“I know. We reacted so harshly when we found out, though. No wonder she felt like she couldn’t tell us. Ugh! I feel like a terrible friend,” Rachel was almost in tears now. “Hey, we all feel horrible. She’s our baby girl and we can’t have her feeling like we won’t support any decision she makes. Even if it is to date that..” Kurt stops as he sees his friends giving him wary looks. “..that great..singer..”

They all looked at each other in confirmation and pushed open the grand doors. Both heads inside snapped up to the intruders. “Guys? Wh-wh-what are you doing here?” Panic was evident in your eyes. Sebastian discreetly took your hand in his, the action not going unnoticed.

“We know, (y/n),” Artie spoke up. “Y-You do? Know what exactly?” “That you and this.. male are dating,” Santana cringed. “We found his phone at the Lima Bean and saw.. pictures,” Kurt visibly shuddered.

With a defeated sigh, you flopped onto the couch. “I’m so sorry, you guys. It’s just..”

“Yeah. We know, baby girl. I must admit we didn’t react well at first, but hearing what you just said.. we feel awful, sweetheart,” Kurt sympathized. “That was never my goal. I really do care a lot for Sebastian and if you all would try and keep me from being with him, it would tear me apart.”

Artie wheeled forward. “We know (n/n). We realize that now and we’re going to try and be supportive. Just as long as he gives us a reason not to.” He have a pointed look in Sebastian’s direction. “R-really? Oh my gosh! Thanks you guys! You won’t regret it, trust me.” “Yeah we better not,” Santana eyed Sebastian.

Sebastian took your hand. “I’m really thankful for this, you guys. (Y/n) means everything to me. So much so I’d give up singing to keep her. I’ll do my absolute best to keep her happy.”

You grinned up at him. You were short, okay? Besides, it doesn’t help he’s a freaking giant. “Keep her happy and we won’t make you quit singing,” Blaine stated. “But if you fail. You will suffer the consequences,” Santana added.

“I agree wholeheartedly. Besides, if I ever did anything to hurt my- our little (y/n), I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

The New Directions looked at each other and silently agreed. “Have fun kids,” Santana said. “Keep it classy,” Kurt added. After hugging all of them and Sebastian surprisingly shaking the guys’ hands and getting his phone back, they took their leave.

“Well. That went better than expected.” “See? I told you they’d be cool,”  Sebastian said with a smirk. “You really like being right, don’t you?” you asked. “I like being right about us.” With a wink and kiss, neither of you could stop beaming.

[itsallyscorner]

Shapes In The Clouds

Request: can I request a Sebastian x reader (age gap) where he proposes?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: nun

A/n: Reposting because tumblr wants to be a lil bitch and not put my posts under the tag🙄 Hope you like it lovely, I’m so sorry for the long wait!💛

(Source: Pinterest)

You were a simple girl. You didn’t need anything extravagant or too loud just to appreciate something. You found joy in the smallest of things even if it was a bad situation you found the brighter side of things. You didn’t like being the center of attention. Honestly it terrified you if all the attention were on you. The eyes of everyone on you watching your every move made you want to sink into the floor and hide away from it all. You were quiet but you weren’t shy, your personality was the epitome of sunshine, as Sebastian would say.

Weirdly enough you ended up being the girlfriend of an actor. The opposite of everything you avoided. He had a different lifestyle. Movie sets, red carpets, bright lights, and parties were what his life consisted of. While yours was made up of offices, magazines, cups of coffees, and sleepless nights of endless work. Thankfully, Seb was one of the private ones. Yes, he was active on social media but that didn’t mean he shared every second of his life on Instagram.

Soon the messages turned into dates, and the dates turned into overnight stays at each other’s apartments. Now a year and a half later you two are living together in a homey apartment in the hidden streets of Manhattan.

You heard the sheets rustle as the human furnace beside you shifted in the bed. The arm resting on your chest tightened its grip around you, pulling you closer to their body. A content sigh left the body beside you.

“Sebba.” You groggily mumble, sleep still evident in your voice. You interlaced your fingers with his, cuddling his arm.

“Buna dimineata iubirea mea.” He greeted you with his morning voice that you were oh so fond of. You lazily giggle and turn in his grip, snuggling into his chest. A low chuckle emitted from his chest as he breathed in your familiar scent mixed with your shampoo. The scent together made him feel like he was home. You are his home.

“Don’t go jogging today.” You tangle your limbs with his and made sure to hang onto him like a sloth.

“Give me a good reason not to.”

“I’ll cuddle the fuck out of you.” You finally open your eyes and rub the sleep out of them. You were greeted with Sebastian’s crooked smile and his steel blue eyes. His hand reaches to brush some hair away from your face, his hand settles itself on your cheek.

“Hmm, I don’t know.” He feigns a thoughtful look as if he were debating with his options. Jogging or cuddling? Although Sebastian had other plans besides jogging or cuddling.

“But you’re a huge softie when it comes to my cuddles.” You stare up at him with puppy eyes. Sebastian nuzzles his nose against yours before answering, “I am, but I have other plans for today.”

“Like what?” You ask sitting up, “Today’s not an anniversary or something…right?”

“No, it’s not don’t worry.” He assures you. But it will be, Sebastian thought to himself.

You move to sit on his lap. Naturally, Sebastian shifts and rests his hands around your waist, his palms press against your lower back as he gazes up at you.

“Well, what did you have in plan, babe?” You ask threading your fingers into his hair. Sebastian hums in content.

“How about we pick up some food from that cafe you’ve been wanting to try near Central Park and have a picnic?” He suggests with hopeful eyes. He really hoped you would agree to his plan.

“Ooo, I haven’t been on a picnic in a while now. Let’s do it, I’m down.” You instantly perk up at the mention of a picnic. You missed being outside and sitting on the grass eating while admiring the view.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence.

“I guess that means we should get up now, huh?” Sebastian scrunches his nose.

“One more minute.” He mutters pulling you down so your head is resting in the crook of his neck.

“Make it two.”

🕗 Time Skip

You and Sebastian walked hand in hand on the streets of NY. The weather was perfect. There was a nice autumn breeze and it wasn’t too cold nor too hot. Sebastian knew this was your favorite kind of weather. Only because you got to wear knitted sweaters, ankle boots, and one of his jackets that were quite big on you.

The two of you walked towards the park. A bag of pastries in one of your hands and a tray of iced coffees in Seb’s free hand. When you guys finally found a secluded spot to sit at, Sebastian took out a blanket from his backpack. You guys sat across each other on the blanket, the pastries and coffees in between you two.

You open the bag and pull out a pain au chocolat (basically a chocolate croissant) from the variety of pastries. Holding it up to Sebastian’s mouth you ask, “You want first bite?”

He answers by opening his mouth wide and taking a huge bite. He moans as he chewed.

“Holy shit, that’s good.” You decide to take a bite yourself. When the buttery flakes of the croissant mixed with the chocolate filling entered your mouth it was like pure Heaven.

“Oh, wow.” Sebastian took an iced coffee out from the tray and gave it shake. He takes a straw out of the bag and pokes it into the lid. He held the cup up to you and motioned for you to take a sip. You hum in delight as you take the coffee from his hands. The next few minutes consisted of the two of you eating breakfast, feeding each other food, or wiping crumbs off the other’s face.

The pastries were now long gone. The two of you laid back on the blanket. Your head was against his chest and his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. You listened to his steady heartbeat as you two pointed out shapes in the clouds. Though his heartbeat began to quicken as you pointed at a specific cloud.

“Hey, that one looks like a ring!” You laugh as you point at the cloud. Sebastian freezes at the mention of a ring. His eyes widen for a millisecond before he regains himself.

“Where do you see that?” You gently place your hand on his chin to navigate his attention towards the cloud.

“Look, there’s the band and then there’s the diamond!” You trace out the shapes with your finger. Sebastian feels his breath get deeper and his hands getting clammy.

This was a sign from the universe that you should do this NOW, he thought to himself.

He pats his jean pocket to see if the box that held forever was still there. He let out a sigh of relief and adjusted himself so he was sitting up. While doing so he sat you up so you were sitting across from him.

“Funny you mention a ring.” He chuckles as he lovingly gazed into your eyes. A smile was on your face but the questionable look on you had was obvious. Sebastian takes your hand in his and runs his thumb across the top of it. He brings your hand up to his soft lips, his scruff tickling your fingers as he presses a kiss on it.

“I love you.” He began eyes admiring the different aspects of your face. “I love you so damn much.”

You laugh as you pat his cheek, “I love you too, baby. What’s going on?”

Sebastian takes both your hands into his.

“You are, the greatest thing that has happened to me. Sure, I’ve been in big movies and have a successful career. But that can all go away one day. One thing that I know for sure is that you won���t. For the last two years you’ve been the only constant in my life. You’ve stuck with me through thick and thin. You’ve been so patient and understanding with me and my horrendous schedules. Even when people hated on us for our differences, you didn’t give up on us. You’re the most amazing, beautiful, and talented woman I’ve ever met. I admire you and everything about you. Every little thing you do, that little nose scrunch, the way you hang onto me like a koala, everything.” Sebastian pauses as a nervous chuckle emits from his chest. You look at him in awe, tears forming in your eyes.

“You deserve the absolute world. I don’t know how I got lucky to deserve someone like you. I know this is a really shitty way of doing it but I just couldn’t help myself. I can’t hold it in any longer. I want all of you, for the rest of my life, if you’ll have me.” Tears are full on streaming down your face as Seb briefly lets go of your hands to get the box out of his pocket. He wipes the tears from his eyes to see you clearly.

“Wait, stand up. I have to at least do this part properly.” He helps you up to your feet as he kneels before you on one knee. He opens the infamous blue box from Tiffany’s. A store you’ve been fond of after watching Audrey Hepburn’s Breakfast At Tiffany’s. The box reveals a ring with a fairly large diamond that shone in the sunlight.

You wipe the tears from your face as you look down at him. Sebastian’s eyes shone in the light as they held your gaze. With one hand in his, he asked you, “(y/n) (m/n) (l/n), will you marry me?”

You immediately nod your head as you move to cradle his face in your hands.

“Yeah. Yes! Oh my god, yes, I’ll marry you!” You lean down as you bring his face closer to yours. Your lips meet in the middle. Time stopping when they touched, as he pulled you down for a passionate kiss, ignoring the taste of the salty tears that ran down your faces. You pull away for air, Sebastian quickly pecks your lips before you’re out of arms length.

He takes your left hand and slides the ring onto your ring finger. The ring fits you perfectly.

“I can’t believe you’re my fiancé oh my god!” You say in disbelief as you wrap your arms around Sebastian.

“Me either. I finally did it.” Sebastian says, mostly to himself. He’s been holding onto that ring for two months now, it’s about time he popped the question.

You lovingly stroke his cheek as your other arm is draped around his shoulder.

“Te iubesc mult.” You whisper against his lips, a smile making its way on your face. Sebastian’s smile grows even more when he hears you speak in his native language.

“Si eu te iubesc.” He replies as he smiles fondly at you.

“Also, are you crazy, Tiffany’s? Seb, that’s so expensive, I would’ve been fine with something else!” You scold him lightly smacking his chest. Sebastian chuckles as his arms squeeze you into his chest.

“I don’t care. You deserve the best.”

“As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters.”

translations

Buna dimineata iubirea mea - Good morning my love

Te iubesc mult - I love you a lot

Si eu te iubesc - I love you too