#seb stan fanficition

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unrequited bucket list

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: language, angsty, some smut, but that’s mostly it i think.

a/n: this was a request and it took me so long to write it bc i’ve been taking summer classes so i’ve been super busy so i’m so sorry abt how long this has been sitting in my inbox :) i love y’all

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xoxo ray

To say that you were proud of him was an understatement. You absolutely adored him , maybe more than a best friend should. You had known him since high school, being an outcast as much as he was. The two of you bonded over your differences, bonded as if you were siblings. He only saw you as a sister, yay. You hated that. You fell in love with him the first time he sat down with you at lunch. You tried to avoid it, but you fell fucking hard, face first into the pavement. Sebastian was a captivating man, and he fucking knew it too, introverted bastard.

Girl after girl after girl. He had game, you had to hand it to him, and he mostly crafted it himself. Did he ask you for advice when it came to girls? Absolutely, you were the closest person to him besides his mom. When he started acting, you went with him. Splitting the apartment with him, running lines for auditions, being the helpful sister that he thought you were. You remembered when he was auditioning for Fifty Shades of Grey. You thought you were going to melt into the floor when he fucking looked at you like that.

Now, here you were sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, downing glasses of wine, alone because he was out celebrating the release of his new movie. You were so proud of him, so, so proud. You were curled underneath a fluffy blanket, rewatching Criminal Minds episodes. Really you were just trying to get your mind off of Seb. Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, making you lean forward with a groan to pick it up. Not coming home alone ;)

You dropped your phone to the couch, of fucking course he isn’t coming home alone. You texted him back quickly, okay, i’ll clear out. Every bone in your body was telling you to stay and interrupt his plans, but you just couldn’t do it. You picked up your blanket, trudging to your room and tossing it on the bed. Scrolling through your contacts on your phone you found the one you were looking for. You balanced your phone in between your shoulder and ear as you listened to the rings.

“Hello?” Chris’s velvet voice rang through your speakers.

“Hey, Chris. Can I come stay with you tonight? Seb is bringing someone home and I don’t really want to be subjected to that torture.” Chris’s sigh was heavy and disappointed.

“Again?” You let out a short laugh at his comment.

“You know how he is after a movie. I just can’t be here while that’s happening.” Chris agreed as you packed a duffel. The ride over to Chris’s house was tricky. You had been dealing with Seb’s more playboy ways for years now, but this was just harder for some reason. Chris opened the door after you knocked twice. Your shoulders were slumped over, duffel bag weighing you down physically. Chris opened his arms wide, waiting for you to initiate the hug he knew you needed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Chris led you to his couch, dumping your duffel next to his dining table. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as you both sank down on the cushions. “Why don’t you just tell him you love him, Y/N?” You scoffed loudly at Chris’s comment.

“As if! You kidding, Chris? He only sees me as his sister. I’m not willing to go through losing him just because I have these fucking feelings.” Your voice was cracking, not wanting your sobs to escape.

“You never know, Y/N. He might surprise you.” Chris backed away from you, leaving to get a glass of water for you.

“I love Seb, but that man is so clueless. There’s absolutely no way that the love he has for me is anything other than platonic.”

******************

The door pushed inwards at the turn of the knob. Sebastian’s lips hadn’t left the girls before him, his hands roaming her torso, gripping lightly. He listened to her little moans, smiling into her mouth. He pushed her against the now closed door, hips holding her in place. Her hands traveled to his hair, pulling harshly causing a groan of pleasure to leak into her mouth.

He leaned down, gripping the back of her thighs, waiting for her to jump. He wrapped her legs around his waist. He brought his hands to her ass, kneading the flesh there. Sebastian dumped his phone and keys off on the bartop before he brought this woman into his room, plopping her on the bed. He caught his upper half with his arms, lips still locked with hers. She ground her pussy into the bulge in his jeans.

“Mmm, Sebastian.” The woman beneath him moaned in his ear. “Are you gonna fuck me good?” She leaned forward, gripping her hands at the nape of Sebastian’s neck. Her hands drifted to Sebastian’s cheeks, jerking his head to the side, biting down on his earlobe. Sebastian brought his head out of her reach, ducking lower to land sloppy kisses on her exposed chest. The woman below him moaned again, tangling her fingers in his dark tresses. Sebastian allowed his hands to roam her lower half, slowly pushing the fabric of her dress over her hips, his lips never leaving her skin. The woman pulled harshly on his hair, causing a short groan to leave his lips.

“Mhm, Y/N, baby.” The air shifted. The woman beneath him hesitated for a second. She pulled on his hair again, yanking him up to face her.

“I’m Tracy, baby.” Sebastian’s cheeks heated, but not from the actions he was committing. He decided to ignore Tracy’s comment.

“Well then Tracy, can I take this off of you?” He plucked at the fabric covering her breasts, eyes darting up to look at her through his lashes. A move that he knew would get him what he wanted.

“Oh, god. Yes. Please, yes.” Sebastian backed away, just long enough to shed the dress from Tracy’s body. He didn’t stop to admire the woman under him, that wasn’t what he was here for. Instead, Sebastian dove back in. Sliding down her body, stopping at her waistline, her pussy covered by a hot pink thong. How original, he thought. He slipped a finger in the fabric above her lower lips.

“Can I?” He smirked as the woman stuttered out a yes. Sebastian wasted no time, pushing the thin strip to the side to begin his mission. He focused on the woman’s clit, sucking harshly, then backing off, continuing this cycle until she was begging him for more. Sebastian felt a sharp sting on the crown of his head then a dull ache as the woman used her leverage to bring him closer.

“Please, Sebastian!” Sebastian moaned at her tugs, vibrating against her exposed clit. The woman threw her head back at the feeling. Sebastian smirked into her vagina, softly thrusting two fingers inside her. “Oh my god, Sebby baby, please!” Sebastian’s brows furrowed slightly, not sure how he felt hearing this woman call him your nickname for him. He ignored the knot growing in the pit of his stomach.

“You okay with this?” Sebastian’s lips were latched onto her neck, mumbling into her skin. The woman’s throat fluttered with a groan, she pulled his head back to look in his eyes.

“My name is Tracy, I want you to use it, baby.” She kissed him harshly, “And yes, fuck me now Sebby baby.” He grimaced on the inside, not letting the emotion show on his face as he removed his clothes. The woman’s hands came up to his waistband after she took off her dress. Sebastian stepped out of his pants as the woman’s hands landed on his underwear band. She looked up at him through her lashes, a smirk painting her features underneath the obvious layers of makeup. He once again ignored that nagging feeling once again. Instead, Sebastian’s head fell back as the woman’s lips wrapped around his hardened cock. His head dipped backwards before pulling her back up by her hair.

“If you do that, I’m not going to last.” He tossed her backwards, his left hand gripping his shaft preparing to guide it into the woman’s ready and wet pussy.

“Oh! Yes! Sebby baby! Fuck me hard!” She yelled as Sebastian pushed into her fully. He drowned out her moans, feeling that feeling in his stomach grow yet again. He knew it wasn’t from pleasure, but he couldn’t quite place the actual feeling. Eventually, Sebastian felt his pelvis rest against the woman beneath him. His head dropped, chin resting on his chest.

“Oh, god. Y/N.” The words just slipped out. The woman under him was apparently oblivious to what he said. Unfortunately, he figured out what the feeling was as he was balls deep in this random woman. His dick softened, his body disgusted by his actions, not letting him partake in the action he wanted to. The woman under him scoffed.

“Did you just--?” Sebastian pulled out, backing away from her. He cupped his now flaccid penis, grabbing a pair of sweatpants out of his dresser.

“Yeah, I did. Look you’ve gotta go. It’s not you, I’m just hung up on another girl, I guess.” The naked woman on his bed held a baffled facial expression.

“You’re fucking with me, right?” Sebastian tilted his head at the woman occupying his bed, biting his bottom lip.

“Trust me.” He scrunched his nose at the situation. “Normally, I would fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to walk right tomorrow, but I’ve got some shit to work through.” Her jaw dropped in disbelief. She pushed herself off the bed, walking seductively towards him. Sebastian crossed his arms over his still bare chest as his eyes ran over her naked form.

“I can help you work through it, Sebby baby.” Sebastian’s brows raised as he side stepped her advances. He leaned down, picking up her discarded dress from the floor, holding out the crumpled fabric to her. The woman clenched her jaw, eye slightly twitching. She huffed as she took the dress from him, pulling it over her head. She was still huffing as she walked to her shoes, slipping them onto her feet. The woman rolled her shoulders, squaring herself before facing Sebastian again. She approached him again, walking her fingers up his still bare chest.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help with your little problem?” Her eyes flicked down to his groin, brows raised. Sebastian walked past her, opening the door.

“You need to leave, Tanya.” The woman stomped her foot like a child.

“It’s Tracy.” She stormed past him, on her way out the door. Tracy stopped once more before leaving, holding her phone up. “I’ll call you later, Sebby baby.” She winked at him as Sebastian slammed the door closed. Sebastian turned to the now empty apartment that he shared with his best friend, the only girl he’s ever really wanted in his life besides his mom. He dropped his head into his hands, groaning at how clueless he’s been.

“Fuck me, man.” He walked off to his room, stripping the bed of the sheets and comforter. He threw them in the wash before retreating to take a shower to wash off the remnants of Tracy.

*******

Meanwhile, you were curled up on Chris’s sofa, drowning your sorrows in alcohol. Not the most healthy, but you were also not really caring about being healthy at the moment. You stroked Dodger’s head as he laid next to you on the couch. He came back into the room and groaned at the sight before him.

“Oh my god. Where the hell did you find that?” He snatched the bottle from your hand, putting it out of your reach. “You’ve gotta get up, sweetheart.” You swatted at him. Your hand felt heavy as you let it flop back onto the couch without resistance.

“What’s it matter?” You glared at the ceiling as Chris sat on the coffee table in front of you. “I just want to forget Seb right now, Chris.” You let your head drift to the side to face him, still petting Dodger. “It just so happens that I want to let good ol’ Jackie help me through it.” You held your hand back out to him, opening and closing your fist. “So gimme, Christopher.” You weren’t drunk, Chris could tell that much. He could also tell that you were hurting way too much to know when to stop drinking, so he wasn’t going to provide you with anything that could hurt you in the long run.

“You don’t want to forget Sebastian, Y/N.” He leaned down, locking eyes with you. “You love him, remember?” You groaned, flopping back against the couch, disturbing the peaceful dog beside you.

“Ugh! Yes, I know that, Christopher!” You sat up quickly, hands resting on the cushions on either side of your legs. “I also know that Sebastian has absolutely no romantic feelings for me!” You stood suddenly, walking to Chris’s kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from his fridge. You took a swig of the refreshing liquid, deciding something on a whim. You stalked back over to your stuff on Chris’s dining table, rifling through your possessions for your phone. You held the object in your hands, dialing Sebastian’s number before Chris realized what you were doing. The phone was already up to your ear when Chris figured out what your plan was.

“Sebastian!” You spoke into the speaker to the man’s voicemail box because he couldn’t be bothered to stop his most recent hook-up to talk to you. “We really need to talk! I’m heading home now, so if you’ve got a bimbo there, get her out.” Chris started towards you. Your eyes widened as you continued talking into the speaker. “I don’t want to walk in on you fucking some chick because we’ve got some real important shit to talk about.” You ran away from Chris, shouting now. “Actually, I’ll just say it now. I don’t like you anymore! I don’t! I’m tired of waiting for you to feel the same way, so I’m giving up!” Chris stopped in his tracks, disbelieving as he listened to what you were saying. “Also, I’m moving out. I can’t do it anymore Sebby.” Your eyes filled with tears, as you finished  talking. You ended the call and locked eyes with Chris.

“What did you just do?”

“I can’t take it anymore, Chris. It hurts too much.” Your eyes were glassy with unshed tears and they would stay that way. You’ve spent too many nights crying to Chris about your unrequited love for Sebastian Stan. “I deserve better.”

“But you’re in love with the man!” You shrugged your shoulders as you shoved your stuff back into your duffel. “If you go through with this, you’re really going to lose him.” You hesitated, gulping harshly at his comment. You shook your head.

“That’s a risk that I’m going to have to take.” You turned to face Chris fully. “Chris, I can’t do this anymore. Every time I get those texts that he isn’t coming home alone, everytime he asks me for advice about a date, everytime that he invites me to his premieres. I. Can’t. Do. It. Anymore.” Chris tilted his head at you, understanding what you mean. He opened his arms for you like he did when you first got there. “I can go to a hotel if you don’t want me here, that’s fine.” You spoke into his neck as he held you.

“Surely you aren’t serious.” He pushed you back by your shoulders. “You’re welcome here for as long as you want. Long as you walk Dodger sometimes.” Dodger let out a bark at the mention of his name, making you and Chris laugh. You offered him a watery smile.

“Thank you Chris. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest.

************

Sebastian had just finished remaking his bed when he realized he lost his phone in the process. His newly cleaned sheets were calling for him to join them and he longed to. What he really wanted though was to wake up to you in those newly cleaned sheets. He looked around his room, picking up his jeans from earlier, checking the pockets for his jeans. His mind was scattered with all these new emotions, so he wasn’t thinking straight.

He was unsuccessful in his search of his room, so he traveled to the living room. He spotted his phone on the countertop of your shared apartment. As he picked up his phone, he thought of all the times you sat on the counter, watching him make dinner for the two of you. A small smirk crossed his features as he remembered the one time you attempted to make brownies, almost burning down the apartment building in the process. He shook his head, glancing down at the phone in his hand. The screen lit up with a new notification from you, well, new being from two hours ago. He opened the voicemail, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Sebastian!” He smiled when you said his name. “We really need to talk! I’m heading home now, so if you’ve got a bimbo there, get her out. I don’t want to walk in on you fucking some chick because we’ve got some real important shit to talk about.” He winced at your comment, guilt bubbling in his chest. He could hear Chris shouting at you in the background of your message, making him smile at your naturally funny nature. “Actually, I’ll just say it now. I don’t like you anymore!” Sebastian’s stomach dropped as he continued listening. “I don’t! I’m tired of waiting for you to feel the same way, so I’m giving up!” He listened as you inhaled sharply, he could hear the sobs you were withholding as you ended the call. Oh my god, no. His head snapped to the door as he heard a key turn in the lock.

“Y/N?” Instead of seeing your face, he saw Chris. Sebastian walked to him quickly. “Where’s Y/N?” It was a question, but he wasn’t really asking. He needed Chris to tell him.

“What does it matter to you?” Chris was immediately on the defense for you.

“Chris, come on man.” Sebastain was begging at this point. “You know how I feel about her.” Chris cocked a brow at Sebastian, settling his hands on his hips.

“Then why all the women, Seb?” He pointed to the door, “She is suffering because you can’t man up and admit that you fucking love her.” Chris walked into Sebastian’s space, backing him up. “Why should I tell you anything, Sebastian? After what you did to her?”

“Because I love her!”

“You love me?” Your voice sounded unusually small coming from the threshold of the apartment. You walked to stand slightly behind Chris, wanting a physical barrier between the two of you. Sebastian’s shoulders sagged as he took in your wrecked form.

“Yes, Y/N. I love you.” Your eyes flicked from Sebastian’s to Chris.

“You can go Chris. Sebastian and I have a lot to talk about.” Chris turned to you, hand on your forearm.

“Are you sure? You can stay at mine if you want to.” You smiled at him, hugging him quickly. A slight feeling of jealousy flared in Sebastian’s chest, which he knew he had no right to be feeling. You seemed to be whispering something in Chris’s ear, enough to reassure him that you were okay. You stayed quiet as the door shut behind Chris. Your eyes hadn’t left the spot that Chris had been standing in.

“Please say something, Y/N.” Sebastian pleaded. You shrugged, finally bringing your gaze to his. Sebastian’s heart clenched as he stared at your glossed over eyes.

“What is there to say, Sebastian?” Sebastian went to respond when you cut him off. “No, you know what, I’ll tell you what there’s to say. You love me. Too fucking late. You love me after bringing in girl after girl after girl. You love me but you asked me for help on your nightly excursions.” You stepped towards him, backing him into the counter.

“You love me but you have no shame in texting me that you’re not coming home alone. You love me but you have the audacity to think I’m deep enough in sleep to bring a girl here while I’m home.” You backed away quickly, leaning your weight against the back of the couch. “What the fuck is that Seb?” You threw your hands up, “I told you over the phone that I was done. I was serious.”

“Y/N. Please, hear me out!” Sebastian started, but you weren’t having it.

“No! I’m in love with you! You don’t have to say anything. I know you only have platonic love for me which is fine! I’m in love with you, Sebastian Stan. I just needed to say that to be able to move forward.” Sebastian’s brows furrowed at your last statement, he pushed off the counter, starting toward you.

“You needed to say that to be able to move forward?” He stopped in front of you, making you straighten up and rise to your full height. Even though you weren’t as tall as Sebastian, you refused to be too much smaller than him. “What do you mean by that?” You scoffed at him.

“You know what it means, Seb.” You swallowed a fresh batch of tears. “It means that I love you, but I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much, so I need to move on.” Sebastian’s eyes roamed your face.

“What if I don’t want you to move on?” Your brows furrowed. “What if I have more than platonic love for you?” He dipped his head closer to yours. “What if I’m in love with you too?”

“That’s a really cruel joke, Sebastian.” You pushed on his chest, but he didn’t move.

“Good thing it isn’t a joke, Y/N.” His lips met yours in a feverish kiss. You gasped as he moved his lips with yours, allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. You let yourself enjoy the moment for only a few seconds before breaking it off, wiping your mouth in disgust.

“Ew, Sebastian. I know for a fact that you had one of your bimbos up here earlier. If you think I’m kissing you after that bitch then you’re fucking delusional.” You were able to shove him away from you in his shocked state. You went immediately to your bathroom, ignoring the mass of a man following you. You started brushing your teeth vigorously, glaring at him as your toothpaste foamed from your scrubbing.

“Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t even fuck her?” Sebastian leaned against the doorframe of your bathroom. You laughed as you rinsed out your mouth.

“No, I wouldn’t.” Sebastian brought his hand up to clutch his heart as if your comment physically hurt him. You walked past him to your dresser pulling out a pair of spandex and a random shirt. Sebastian placed himself on your bed, leaning against the headboard as you went back into the bathroom to change. When you came back out, Sebastian’s heart dropped. You were wearing one of his shirts that he’s been looking for.

“Wow.” His eyes ran over your body in his clothes. A blush spread over your cheeks, as you wring your hands into the hem of the shirt. You shuffled to the other side of the bed, not sure what to say to him. You pulled back the covers on your usual side of the bed, crawling in and getting comfortable. You shifted your body to face Sebastian who was sitting under the covers now too.

“Look, Seb. I’ve loved you since we were kids, but you’ve really hurt me with all the women that you’ve just proudly pranced in front of me.” You laid down, settling your head on your pillow. “So it’s definitely going to take time for me to trust you.”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes, Y/N. I really do love you.” Sebastian said as he leaned over, placing a kiss on your forehead. He went to leave, but stopped when your hand gripped his wrist.

“Now that I’ve confessed my love for you, do you want to help me cross something off of my bucket list?” His brows raised as he waited for you to continue. “Will you sleep here tonight?” Sebastian smiled big, what he wanted was going to happen too.

“Of course, Y/N.” He snuggled in close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to his body. He pushed his face into your hair, inhaling your shampoo. “Mmm, I’ve wanted this for a long time, Y/N.” You smiled at his action.

“I’ve wanted this too. I just wish one of us would’ve said something sooner.” You placed a soft kiss on the junction of his shoulder and neck, letting your eyes drift closed.

“Me too, Y/N. I’m not letting you go anytime soon though.” He felt you smile into his skin at his statement as he also slipped into a happy slumber.

[sonofadeanwinchester]

Someday Darling (Part Twenty-Six)

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Summary: Leaving LA to go to New York to spend time with your brother might just be the worst/best decision of your life.

Words: 1,902

Student!Sebastian x Reader ; Actor!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: SWEARING ; FLUFF ; PREGNANCY

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The next day I knew that it was going to be a rough one. After Seb and my sex round, I knew I needed sleep to help me get through what was coming. I woke up later that morning to find Seb's spot cold as ice and laughter drifting from the kitchen. I scrunched my nose, in curiosity, and slipped my clothes back on. I skittered down the hall, finding Seb, Chris and Penn sitting around the table as Mikayla cooked, yet another big breakfast. Seb rose to let me sit, "Morning, mama."

I shook my head, face disgusted. "Too soon, Seb." I sucked in a breath. "Chris."

He smiled at me, his eyes warm. "Hey, doll."

I felt tears prick my eyes. "Chris, I'm so sorry."

He stood, coming to me. "Doll, no need to cry. Listen, I overreacted. I know you didn't purposely get pregnant and certainly not to hurt me. It's okay."

Tears sprung free, rolling down my cheeks. "I don't know what to do." I whispered. "What am I supposed to do?"

He pulled me into him, kissing the crown of my head. "(y/n), it's not my call to make. But first, we need to get you to a doctor."

Seb nodded behind him and smiled. "I told Chris just a few minutes ago that I made you an appointment for this morning. We're all going to go; you, me and Chris."

I snuffed and stepped away. "The three of us?"

Chris nodded, smiling. "Sebastian understands how important you are to me and was willing to let me in on this. It's at 11:30."

I looked at the clock, 10:49. "Shit, we won't make it on time if we don't leave now."

Seb nodded, "I know baby, just calm down. We were waiting for you to wake up. Chris, meet us down in the lobby will you?" Seb came to me and pushed me towards the bedroom, where magically clothes had been laid out for me at the end of the bed. "Get dressed sweetheart, meet me by the door. (y/n), I love you."

I smiled tightly, "Love you too."

I got dressed and followed Seb to the elevator, slowly making its way down to the lobby. "Chris is being way to chill about this."

Seb laced our fingers together, "'I know, babe, but don't push it. We're lucky he's holding it together as is."

We hailed a taxi and 35 minutes later, we were in the hospital waiting room. I sat between the two boys, holding Seb's hand and resting my head on Chris's arm. An older lady with black hair and mocha skin came out and called my name. She looked between the men, "Uh, who's the daddy?"

Seb stood slowly, smiling. "I am."

The nurse, probably fifty-five, looked at me and winked. "Good choice, sweetie." My face flushed a deep red and I noticed Seb was rolling his eyes. "Y'all follow me please." She stopped and looked at Chris, "Who are you here with?"

He stood, "Uh, with them. I'm the girl's ex-boyfriend."

She looked from me to him and then to Seb. "Damn girl, okay. Uh, you come with me. Son, I'm a big fan but you'll have to wait here."

He nodded and sat down. "I'll be right here, sweetheart."

Seb and I followed the nurse into a small room, gray paint on the walls, bare except for a large portrait of the statue of liberty. She sat me down on the black bench, covered in parchment paper. It crinkled under my weight and Seb sat in the chair beside me. He laced our fingers together. "It'll be okay, baby."

I nodded. The nurse informed us that the doctor will be with us shortly. She exited the room and Seb pulled me down onto his lap. I pressed my cheek to his chest, soaking in his sweet smell. He smelt like vanilla, a bit of sweet juice, the ocean and warmth. Literal warmth. "Jesus, you smell good."

He chuckled, "That's good considering I still haven't showered since our crazy sex this morning."

I scoffed, "Fuck, well, I guess sex smells good on you then." I kissed his lips and he pulled me closer. He placed a gentle hand on my back, and the other to the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. Half way through our wicked make-out session, the door started to open and I jumped off of him and onto the table. From the look of the doctor, my hair must've been a mess because he smiled and looked down at Seb who was wiping lip gloss off his mouth.

He introduced himself, "My name is Dr. Moretz, you're (y/n)?" I nodded. He looked at Seb, "You must be the dad."

He nodded and reached his hand forward. "Sebastian."

"Nice to meet you." He gestured to me. "I'm just going to ask you a few questions and then we'll take a look." He cleared his throat. "When were you expecting your period?"

I lifted my eyebrows, "Uh, roughly ... 5 days ago."

He nodded, jotting some notes down. "How many times have you had intercourse without protection?"

I scoffed, "With him or in general?"

He smiled, "With your current partner."

"Oh, uh, I don't really know. Like, not often, maybe like 5-6 times."

He nodded. "Okay, how many time have you had intercourse, with your current partner, in general?"

I bit my lip, "Roughly 35 times in the past two months."

Sebastian scoffed beside me and ran his hand through his hair. He raised his hand. "Doc, I have a question. Uh, is there any restrictions she's suppose to be on, sex wise?"

He smiled, "Actually no. Your baby is well protected in your uterus by the amniotic fluid that surrounds it.. So intercourse will do no harm." He looked back at me. "What kind of symptoms have you had?"

"Uh, my breasts hurt, I'm tired all the time. I pee more than I drink, I was sick quite a bit, not throwing up as much now, my mood and hormones are all over the place, and headaches." I rubbed my temples, out of habit.

Dr. Moretz smiled and wrote something else down. "Okay, I'll get your weight now, to measure the baby's growth. Just step over onto this scale, please." I stepped on it, he smiled and wrote it down. "Perfectly healthy for a girl your height. Thank you."

I sat back down and Seb was standing now, rubbing my back gently. "You okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah, fine baby, uh, my back is hurting that's all."

The doctor stood, twisting a blood pressure wrap around my arm. "Stay still please." He pumped a few times, and I held my breath. He smiled, "Pressure is perfectly normal for a woman at your stage of pregnancy, 120/80, lovely." He jotted it down and sat back into the swivel chair. "Okay, next let's discuss your diet. What have you been eating?"

Sebastian scoffed, "She's been eating like 3 day old Thai food, hamburgers, hot dogs, crap ton of ice cream. I tried making vegetables one night but she didn't touch them."

The doctor smiled, lips tight. "Okay, well first of all, all that has to stop, mostly. For the first 12 weeks of pregnancy, we recommend that you take folic acid at 5mg everyday. You can find this in some food as well, like, spinach, radish, coriander, mint and lettuce. Uh, carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, beans, peas, corn, cabbage. Some fruits include avocado, pomegranate, oranges, strawberries. Nuts are good too; peanuts, walnuts, and almonds. Some drinks, obviously water, recommended at 12 glasses a day but if you don't feel like that, coconut water, skimmed milk, banana shakes. They are all good for you.  Also, let's discuss some blood tests that you'll need to get done. I have written them down for you." He handed Sebastian a piece of paper. "We'll check your blood type, iron levels, Rhesus factor, blood sugar. Also for hepatitis B, HIV/AIDS and syphilis. We'll screen for thyroid problems, rubella known as German measles. We'll screen for abnormalities, check for CMV, hepatitis C, HSV, Toxoplasmosis."

I looked at him in horror. "That's a lot of stuff."

"Yes, it is but we want to make sure your baby is healthy as a horse. Any questions?"

"Uh, yeah, what position should I be sleeping in?"

He chuckled, "Anything is fine, just as long as you're comfortable." He sighed, "Uh, now we'll just have to pick a date for you're ultrasound."

Sebastian shook his head, "We are wide open, I can study from home and take classes online. What do you have free Doc?"

He nodded, "How about July 21? That's 3 weeks from now." Seb nodded. "Perfect. Uh, between now and then, if you want to make appointments for those screening test, that would be helpful." He scribbled on his notepad. "This is your prescription for prenatal pills and folic acid. Now, I'll check your uterus and see where the baby's at."

He laid me down on my back, asking Sebastian to have a seat. He pulled on white rubber gloves and spread my legs. I felt his fingers trail up inside of me and move around slightly. He pulled out and removed the gloves. "Everything feels fine, you baby is about the size of a raspberry right now. If you experience any discomfort or are concerned about anything at all, we have a 24/7 helpline, feel free to call." He sat me up and scribbled again on the notepad. "You're both free to go." He exited the room.

Seb helped me off the bench and out into the waiting room. Chris was sitting there, talking to a young lady. He caught sight of me and excused himself. She looked disgusted but stomped off back towards her, I suspect, baby daddy. He hugged me, "What's the news?"

Sebastian smiled, "Everything is good, baby is healthy. Ultrasound is July 21, gonna check for the gender." He smiled. "I'll be right back, need to make appointments for all this blood test shit." He kissed my lips quickly.

Chris rocked on his heels, ducking his head to meet my eyes. "I won't be here for that."

I nodded, "I know."

"I'm still going back.. Back to California."

I sniffed, "Chris, I know."

He bit his lip, "You make a decision?"

I shot my head back, "You fucking serious? Chris! I'm fucking knocked up with my boyfriend's baby and you're asking me to run away with you? What the actual hell man?" I stepped away from him. I must have yelled a tiny bit because people were staring at us now, including Sebastian.

One girl leaned into her mother, "That's Chris Evans. Like the actor. Who's that girl with him?"

I looked her dead in the eye, "Sweetheart, if you're going to whisper, make sure it's a fucking whisper. I’m his ex-girlfriend.."

Sebastian was over to us now, "Uh, guys, everything okay?"

I shook my head, "Not really, Seb. Chris just asked me if I would run away with him back to fucking California with your baby inside of me." I stepped away, walking towards the exit.

When I turned around to yell at Seb to follow me, all I saw was his fist connecting with Chris's face, knocking him out cold. "Fuck you, Chris Evans."

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Hell yeah english is red! My fav character of all time is regina from once upon a time (i LOVE her development). Fav (actual) villian is moriarty from sherlock,, he's truly a psychopath it's very fascinating (hope this doesn't make me weird lmao) My question to you is do you like arts? If yes which kind(dance or music or drawing or writing like that)

Okay gonna be honest here- I tried watching once upon a time just for the mad hatter (because he’s seb stan) but I could never get past the first few episodes. And yeah I LOVE art- I love drawing, music and writing even though the last one is SO hard for me. What about you? You ever dip your toes in fanficition or something?

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Someday Darling (Part Twenty-Five)

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Summary: Leaving LA to go to New York to spend time with your brother might just be the worst/best decision of your life.

Words: 1,361

Student!Sebastian x Reader ; Actor!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: SWEARING ; FLUFF ; PREGNANCY 

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I started to run after him, tears flooding down my face. Sebastian threw his arms around, "Stay here, I'll go talk to him." I pushed him away and gave him a dirty look. I ran after him, skipping the elevator and jumping steps on the way down. I reached the lobby and found that it was full, but no Chris. I ran outside and looked up and down the street. My eyes narrowed in on a tall figure across the street, walking down the path. Chris. I was about ten feet away from him when I started yelling his name. He raised his head, letting me know that he heard me but chose not to talk. He sped up, nearly sprinting. I started to choke on air, gasping between sobs. I fell to my knees and began sobbing right in the middle of the path. I don't know how long I sat there, crying in public, snot all over my face. I don't even really remember Sebastian coming out to find me, gathering me in his arms and taking me home. The most recent thing I remember is lying on the couch, wrapped in Seb's arms, sobbing like a baby. 

"He shouldn't have found out this way. He deserved to know when I was ready to tell him." Sebastian was cooing in my ear, trying to calm me down. He rubbed my arms, rocking back and forth on the couch. He grabbed a blanket and placed it over me.

"Baby, it’s fine. Just try and stop crying, please." He had tears in his own eyes, noting how bad I felt about the news. "Please." He said under his breath. I must have fallen asleep shortly after because the next thing I remember, is Seb carrying me to my bed and laying down beside me. I fell right back asleep, listening to the sound of Seb's even breathing, slowly turning into snoring. I rolled over and checked the clock, 3:37. I was now lying in bed, wide away, subconsciously rubbing my stomach. I slithered out of bed, trying not to wake Seb beside me. I sauntered out to the kitchen, to find Penn sitting at the table. "Hey."

He shook, laughing at himself for getting scared. "Shit, you scared me. What are you doing awake?"

I shrugged, grabbing a glass of milk. "Too much emotion not enough fatigue to drown it out. My fucking hormones are all over the place."

He smiled, "So, you're really pregnant, eh?"

I nodded, "Afraid so."

He came to me, placing a hand on my stomach. "I'm happy for you but what are mom and dad going to say? Mom is still rooting for you and Chris to get back together."

"I'm not worried about mom, it's dad. He's gonna fucking kill me and Seb!" I chuckled and shook my head. "He's gonna be heartbroken."

"Whatever, he'll get over it. What do you think?"

I sighed, feeling tears in the back of my eyes. "Honestly?" He nodded. "I'm fucking terrified. I'm too young for a kid. And Seb is still in school, what are we supposed to do?"

Penn cocked his head to the side, "You guys will figure it out. You're welcome to stay here as long as you need. I'm sure you're gonna need help getting around once you're the size of all outdoors."

I punched his arm, "Fuck you."

He clicked his tongue, "That's Seb's job." Then he made a face, scarred. "Fuck, can't believe I just said that."

I laughed, "I don't know Penn. I mean, I've always wanted a family but I thought I would be married first, a little older. It's just so ... unexpected."

He cackled, "That's life sweetheart."

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I let my mind wander to what the kid would be like, which one it would take its looks from, it's personality. All I could picture was a little girl, running around with Seb's black hair, striking blue eyes and freckles. She'd be sassy and sarcastic like myself, but intellectual like her father, always wanting to know more. I smiled to myself, I loved that idea.

"Hey, what are you doing awake?" I followed the voice, Mikayla.

"Hey, uh, couldn't sleep." I smiled tightly.

"Yeah, same. How are you feeling?" She sat beside me, pulling her black hair into a topknot.

"Uh, moody, my back is killing me, I have a splitting headache."

Mikayla held up her phone, "That's all the things from this article. Yeah, you're pregnant."

"Oh my god, we have so much to do." I put my forehead against the cold table. "We have to make a doctor appointment, and I have to buy fucking prenatal pills, looking into insurance. I'm not allowed to have a beer or drink coffee anymore, I can't have two day old cold Thai food or week old potato salad, no more staying up till 3 am watching shitty movies."

Penn looked at me and rolled his eyes. "You're just seeing all the bad in the this."

"Penn, fuck, is there any good?" I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Uh, yeah! You're gonna have a child, meaning I'm gonna have a niece or nephew! Beside, you don't need alcohol and you can just switch to decaf. Prenatal pills aren't expensive, two day old Thai food is fucking disgusting and everyone needs to stop staying up till 3 am watching shitty movies. Listen, we're all in this together. I want to help as much as I can, if need be, I'll start working from home."

Tears pricked my eyes, "Penn I can't ask you to do that."

He reached for my hand, "You're my sister and I love you and I love Sebastian and I already love that fucking peanut in your stomach so, yeah I can."

Sebastian trotted out to the kitchen, squinty eyed and messy hair. "Fuck! You all scared the shit out of me!" I laughed and he kissed my temple. "I got cold."

"Sorry babe, I just couldn't sleep."

He nodded, "What are you guys talking about? Let me guess, Trump or Clinton right?"

I scoffed, "Come off it. We're obviously talking about how you couldn't keep your dick in your pants."

He shot me a look, "Little hard when you can't keep your fucking legs closed, baby."

Mikayla and Penn laughed. I got up and went to Seb, wrapping my arms around his waist, letting my head fall against his chest. "We were talking about our little bundle of joy. I guess, that's what parents call their centimeter large thing."

He chuckled, "I had a dream about the baby, expect it wasn't a baby. He was a handsome little boy, raven black hair, blue eyes and freckles. He was probably like 8?"

"You want it to be a boy?"

He shrugged, "I don't really care, as long as it's healthy. Have you talked to Chris yet?"

"Seb, it's fucking 4 am."

"Oh, shit, right." He ran his hand through his hair again. "I need a haircut."

"No! Your hair is the best thing about you."

He scoffed, looking away, pretending to be offended. "Rude."

I reached my hand down, inconspicuously, rubbing his dick lightly. He stiffened under my touch. "No, (y/n), that's what got us in this mess."

I pouted, "What's the worst that could happen? It's not like I can get pregnant again."

"Baby, no. Not right now anyway." He kissed my forehead.

Penn got up and kissed my temple. "I'm going back to bed, love birds." He fist bumped Seb.

"Night dude." He looked at me, "Baby, want to go back to sleep?"

I chuckled, "I don't wanna sleep."

"Do your boobs still hurt?" He touched them lightly.

"No, but you're making me fucking horny. Stop unless you wanna have sex."

Mikayla chuckled. "Sweetheart, guys always wanna have sex. Night love." She waved at me and pointed at Seb. "Sebastian, behave."

He shook his head and blushed. "Fine, but we're using a fucking condom this time."

I almost jumped for joy and I skipped to the bedroom, barely enough time to strip off my shirt and shorts.