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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Twenty Four

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18++. Language. Angst. Fluff. Hollywood is shit. PR relationships. Spoiled brats. Mentions of bullying. Did I miss anything?

Series Masterlist

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May 12, 2021

You practically jumped, completely started, by the sound of the front door slamming. You slid your bookmark into place and leaned forward to set it on the coffee table as heavy steps stomped down the hall towards you.

You very well knew who it was and by the sound of it, they weren’t very happy.

Not at all.

There was barely any time to move your feet before your boyfriend was falling forward over the armrest, his face landing unceremoniously in your lap and his feet hanging over the edge, with a drawn out groan.

“That bud, huh?”

All you got in response was another muffled groan.

You bit your lip, biting back a laugh as your fingers weaved through his ink black hair, “Was the food good at least?”

“Mhmm.”

“Seb.” You rolled your eyes a little, huffing out a little chuckle. “I can’t read your mind. You’re gonna have to give me more than that.”

He lifted his head, “Just give me a minute. Let me lay here for a second and enjoy this.”

You laughed openly this time, fingers continuing their work on his scalp. “Fine. Only a minute though.”

He’d just come from having lunch with Catalina and of course it was a whole, big ordeal. His team hired a group of girls to take a few pictures of them from a few tables over and post them on twitter. The random sightings tended to do better and look more believable than a pap walk.

They really couldn’t seem to fake it or make it look even remotely real when it came to staged photos.

And by they—you meant Sebastian.

It was best to keep it blurry and somewhat candid.

And only one instead of the fifty a walk would produce.

It would save everyone involved a headache worth of embarrassment.

So he’d been required to sit through an entire meal with her. You couldn’t imagine that was very fun, especially not since she was more than a little pissed at him for attending your premiere.

The last two days had been filled with nothing but damage control for Sebastian and his team. Not only had fans absolutely freaked out (in the best way) over his surprise appearance on the carpet but now there were even more rumors flying about your relationship with him after a few leaked photos.

The photos weren’t anything too crazy.

You’d simply posed for a few shots together, some alone and some with a couple other friends, and they’d caught a shared smile. It wasn’t anything intimate—you weren’t kissing or even being overly touchy but you had to admit the way he was looking at you in a few of the pictures…

Let's just say Catalina wasn’t happy.

Not at all.

And fans definitely were on the ball with some of the rumors floating around.

You had no idea his fans would ship you together that hard but it was all they were talking about.

Hence the absolute need for damage control.

They had lunch today. Sebastian commented on another one of her black and white photos yesterday. And you were sure there would be more tomorrow.

“I’m just so tired of this shit.”

You chewed on your lip, watching him closely as he rolled over, finally ready to talked apparently.

“She’s so annoying.” He jutted his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, “Being alone with her is the absolute worst.”

You offered him a sympathetic smile, combing his hair back from his face, “I know.”

“I got quite the lecture today.”

You frowned, eyebrows furrowing, “From her?”

He shook his head, reaching out to grab your free hand in his, pulling it to his lips to kiss your knuckles, “Well, she bitched the entire meal but I meant my team.”

You rolled your eyes, “What now?”

It was the same conversations over and over.

You understand they were in a bind when it came to Catalina. They were just doing their jobs, trying to make everyone happy and appease the spoiled brat at the same time. You can’t imagine it was an easy feat but they didn’t have to always lay into Sebastian.

They didn’t need to always demand he give something up.

Compromise went both ways.

You were sick and tired of Catalina getting her way.

His eyes scanned over your face for a moment, hesitating, “She’s making more demands.”

That didn’t really answer your question and you definitely didn’t like the sound of that.

You shifted uneasily, chest growing tighter with each breath, “Like what?”

He pursed his lips, so much guilt and remorse swirling in those cerulean eyes it made you feel sick. The way he was dragging it out, obviously reluctant to tell you made you anxious beyond words.

You knew whatever it was, you weren’t going to like it. Not one bit.

“Just spit it out.” You snapped, louder than you intended to.

“She is demanding more time here. A few times a week.”

You inhaled sharply, your heart felt like it was trying to claw its way up your throat.

Sebastian sat up, turning to face you on his knees so he could take your face in his hands, “I’m trying to work something out. I’m so sorry.”

Of course.

Of fucking course she was using this to her advantage. She’d been patiently waiting for something to dangle over his head—some sort of leverage to get back into your space and back under your skin.

You shook your head. More to yourself than anyone else.

Catalina was going to stop at nothing to make your life a living hell for the duration of this contract.

The thought of her remaining under the same roof, even if just for a few nights, made you feel physically ill. You already had bile crawling up your throat from just the idea alone, you can’t even begin to imagine what kind of shape you would be in when she was actually here.

“Baby.”

You blinked, eyes finally focusing on the man before you.

Why were you so panicked? Why did you allow her to have this much of an affect on you—this much power over you and your emotions?

Sebastian called your name, voice soft and low, “I’m trying to work it out. There is a lot of discussion and I won’t go down on this without a fight.”

“Sebastian.”

“I know.” He dipped forward to press a kiss to your forehead while simultaneously pulling you into his chest, “I know. I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you about the premiere. I should’ve been more careful and kept my distance–”

“Seb.”

“But I don’t regret it, sweetheart.” He ignored you, rambling as he combed his fingers through your hair and held you against him, “I’m so fucking thankful I got to be part of that for you. That I got to stand by your side and pose with you… I’ve always wanted that—Always wanted you right by my side, holding my hand at premieres and…” He paused, pressing a quick kiss to your head, “And I love that my fans ship us. This is going to make things so much easier when we decide to go public–”

You smiled, wrapping your arms tighter around his torso and burrowing your face against his rapidly beating heart. There was no interrupting this rambling rampage so you might as well buckle up for the ride and enjoy while you can.

“They love us, baby.” You could practically hear the smile in his voice. “They’ve been leaving comments all over social media about how perfect we’d be together and there is massive speculation about us dating in secret. It’s kinda insane. But I love it”

As much as you loathe to admit, you felt the same way.

Honestly, the love and support around your relationship was thrilling and it made you feel like you’d stuck it to her in a way. Like you’d won this round of whatever game she had started between the two of you.

You didn’t even have to try and his fans liked you better. They would always like you better.

You were better.

At acting. At relationships. At being a good person.

It wasn’t necessarily good thinking. You didn’t want to be that person—you hated that she brought out this side of you. It wasn’t nice and it brought you down to her level in the worst way.

“I’m happy that they seem to accept our relationship…”

“But…?” Sebastian added, tilting his head to the side with a raised brow.

“But I don’t want to tick her off anymore.” You sighed softly, “I don’t want her coming after us even more than she already is.”

He nodded thoughtfully, his thumb brushing over your cheek, “I know.”

You let out a heavy sigh, shifting closer to him and wrapping your arms over his shoulders, “I just wish this was over already.”

“Me too.” He mumbled, pressing his face into the top of your head as weaved his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as he sat back, “I’m sorry. I’m really trying to keep the peace—to keep her away from you.”

“It’s not your fault.” You said softly, voice a little muffled by his shirt. “We will do what we have to do to finish this and get it over with. I can suck it up for a little bit.”

He was quiet for a moment, fingers stroking through your hair, “They said if she were to stay here a couple times a week, they would have a couple other people stay with us so we wouldn’t have to be alone with her.”

“Okay.” Was all you could respond with–all you could offer at the moment.

“Okay?” He squinted at you, “Just okay?”

You didn’t necessarily want this but if it made things easier on him, you would do it.

You would put up with her for the next seven months.

Until the end.

You nodded, “Yes. Okay.”

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May 16, 2021

Focus on the page.

Words.

Read the fucking words.

“You’ve read the page like fifty times now.”

Your head snapped up to Sebastian sitting on a couch across from you, a glare already hardened across your face.

“I thought you liked that book.”

Before you could respond the timer you’d set on your phone went off.

You let out a huff, setting the book aside to remove the ice from your ankle but he beat you too. Placing it on the other end of the table before gently stapping your foot back in the walking boot.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly, “And you’re the one distracting me from my book. You and that damn drum stick.”

He threw his head back with a laugh, the sound making your belly flutter.

“I’m just trying to practice.” He breathed out, still laughing a little, “I am trying to take a cool video and post it.”

“What do you mean you need practice?” You giggled, waving a hand at him, “You’ve nailed it. It’s so distracting!”

He smirked, “Why?”

And then he started twirling the damn stick between his fingers again.

Effortlessly too, you might add.

“You know why.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t actually.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to smirk any harder but you were wrong and his lips corked even higher in the corners.

You were going to punch that stupid, sexy smirk right off his face.

You felt your cheeks flame a little as you continued to watch him, his eyes growing hooded and tongue slipping out to skim his bottom lip in a very, very suggestive manner.

He knew what he was doing to you. He knew a little too well.

You snatched a pillow off the couch beside you and launched it full force at him. “Oh, fuck off.” You laughed, “You damn well know you’re hot and that you’re good with your fingers.”

“Oh, I know I’m good with my fingers, sweetheart.” He chuckled darkly, “The way you were moaning my name last night supports that–”

That earned him another pillow to the face, unfortunately he caught it before it made impact this time and threw it right back at you.

“I told you to never bring that up again.” You leaned forward to burrow your face in the pillow, hiding the red creeping over your cheeks.

You’d gotten a little loud last night and by a little, you meant Eli had literally banged on the door, hollering at you both to quiet down and then Sebastian had woken to a text from his manager stating that Catalina had complained about it too.

You were embarrassed.

Sebastian was smug.

And you’d been hiding out in the bedroom for most of the day.

Mostly to avoid Eli and Molly, you really couldn’t give a fuck about Catalina.

In fact, maybe it would help get through her thick head that Sebastian wasn’t interested and he was with you.

“Baby.” He rose from his seat and walked around the coffee table before crouching down in front of you, taking your face in his hands, “I promise you Eli doesn’t care. He hasn’t even said a word to me since.”

You jutted your bottom lip out in a pout, “That’s almost worse.”

He laughed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your pouty lips. “I promise everything is fine. Everyone in this house knows we have sex.”

“If they didn’t before, they do now.”

He laughed again, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “But wasn’t it worth it?”

You couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips even if you tried, “Maybe.”

Sebastian grinned, all smug and sexy, “It definitely was.”

“Mhmm.” You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his.

“Admit it.” He whispered, cupping the back of your head, “Admit it was worth it.”

Your lips barely skimmed his, teasingly, “It was worth it”

He gripped the back of your head and finally connected your lips to his in a hard, desperate kiss. One you reciprocated wholeheartedly, arching up into him as your arms wrapped over his shoulders. Before you even knew what was happening he was pulling you up and tugging your legs around his waist. You clung to him as he plopped back on the couch with you in his lap and deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You openly moaned when his tongue tangled with yours and his hands slid down to cup your ass, kneading the flesh through your thin cotton shorts.

Your fingers tangled in his hair and you shifted your hips forward, grinding yourself against the growing bulge at the apex of your thighs, “Sebastia–”

The door swung open, smacking loudly against the wall.

You scrambled off Sebastian’s lap, fumbling with your hair and tucking your breast back into your tank top.

You shook your head to yourself, you hadn’t even realized that had fallen out.

“Sebbbyyyy.”

Your heart dropped into you gut as you looked up to find Catalina stomping toward you.

“What the actual fuck.” Sebastian hissed, rising from the couch, his hands held out on either side of him, “You can’t just barge in here. Have you ever heard of knocking?”

Catalina shrugged, completely ignoring your presence, her eyes immediately zeroing in on the obvious bulge in his black shorts, “I texted you I was coming in.”

He followed her line of sight, immediately reaching up to snatch the pillow off the couch and hold it over his crotch, “That’s not how it fucking works. Get the fuck out, dude.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not a dude.”

“Oh my God.” He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked up at the ceiling, his eyes clenched shut, “What the fuck do you want?”

You pulled your legs up to your chest and then pulled the blanket over your shoulders, suddenly feeling very exposed and raw.

This was one of your new problems since she’d started staying here. Catalina didn’t know or understand the term boundaries.

Or she just didn’t give a flying fuck about respecting them.

You were sure it was the latter.

“Two things,” She plopped down on the couch across from you, making herself at home, “When are you going to post your video? They said I could comment on it.” She leaned forward, stealing a strawberry from your bowl of fruit and you had to resist smacking her hand away and maybe her plastic face too, “And why aren’t you going to award thing tonight? Everyone is talking about how your friend Andew is going.” She crossed her arms over her chest, “Why are we not going, Sebby?”

“His name is Anthony.” You spoke up, tone harsher than you intended it to be, “Not Andrew.”

Finally she looked at you for the first time since rudely barging into your room and if looks could kill there was no doubt you’d be six feet under, “Was I asking you? No.”

“Do not speak to her like that.” Sebastian snapped, he took a hold of her elbow and gently pulled her from the couch, “You need to leave. They way you barged in here was inappropriate and if it happens again, you won’t be allowed to stay here any longer.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” She whined, yanking her arm from his hold and crossing her arms over her chest with a dramatic stomp of her foot. “I’m not leaving until you answer.”

You watched with a baited breath as Sebastian stormed over, grabbing his phone from the coffee table. He typed at the screen, his frustration evident in the clench of jaw. “There.” He tossed the phone back on the couch, took her elbow again, guiding her towards the door, “I posted the fucking video, go comment to your hearts content.”

“But what about the award–”

“We don’t do red carpet events, Catalina.” He grit out through clenched teeth, “It’s in the contract. So even if I went, you wouldn’t have gone with me anyways.” He paused, breathing heavily, “You will not attend any events with me, ever.”

You’re sure he didn’t mean it as harshly as it had come out. Or maybe he did.

She needed harsh if you were being honest. She really couldn’t take no for an answer and needed it spelled out for her more times than not.

“It’s good press.” She hissed, stopping at the door, “For both of us.”

“No, it’s not.” He gave her a gentle push into the hallway, holding the door so she couldn’t slop back in, “And I have an early shooting tomorrow and didn’t feel like going, not that I owe you any explanation. You don’t get to be a part of my life, Catalina. I do the stunts and show up when I’m needed. I’ve told you I don’t want to interact outside of that and you need to respect that decision. If you need something or have questions, go through my team.”

With that he slammed the door shut in her face and locked it.

“You okay?” You asked softly as he approached.

He fell back on the couch beside you with a heavy sigh, “Are you?”

You shifted, crawling into his lap, “I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, reaching up to run his knuckles across your cheek, no doubt noticing the unnatural flush there, “I should’ve locked the door. I didn’t think she’d do that.”

You shook your head, “It’s not your fault.”

“This is going to be a long summer, isn’t it?”

You chuckled a little, wrapping your arms around his neck and sliding back in the position you were in before you were rudely interrupted, “Probably but at least we have each other.”

“Mmmm.” His nose brushed against yours, breath hot on your lips, “Should we talk about his more?”

You nodded a little, eyes fluttering as his hands found home on your ass, “Maybe later.”

“Okay.”

He crushed your lips to his and you picked up right where you left off.

Everything Catalina could wait.

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Golden Lines - Chapter Five - Insatiable Desires

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza

Chapter Five Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Amanda Evans (mentioned), OFC Mrs. Stevens, OMC Dean Wesson, OMC Sam Hammond, OMC Steve Hammond, OMC Scott Leighton, OMC Tommy King, Diana Hiddleston (Tom's Mom: mentioned), Scott Evans (mentioned), Carly Evans (mentioned), Shanna Evans (mentioned), Lisa Capuano (Chris’s Mom: mentioned), G. Robert Evans III (Chris’s Dad: mentioned), Georgeta Orlovschi (Sebastian’s Mom: mentioned), OFC Shayly Andrews (mentioned), OMC Jameson Andrews (mentioned), and Dodger

Chapter Five Rating: Explicit 18+

Chapter Five Tags: **** PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER BEFORE CONTINUING!!!! **** SMUT, NSFW title card, angst, fluff, teacher/student relationships, anxiety, drinking, underage drinking, nervousness, mentions of past trauma (specifically the following: injury to hand, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and mental abuse), mentions of shitty parents (specifically dead beat fathers), pining, blindfolds, skydiving, airplanes, flying, heights, free falling, vomiting, kissing, nipple play, oral (male receiving), deep throating, face fucking, cum swallowing, overstimulation, dry humping, clit play, fingering, finger fucking, squirting, dirty talk, a tiny instance of dom/sub (if you squint), praise kink, begging, finger sucking, oral (female receiving), jacking off, lying, crying, self-esteem/self-worth issues, bed sharing, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think I've covered everything… PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE STARTING THIS CHAPTER!

Chapter Five Word Count: 11,289 (GOOD LORD… This got away from me...grab a snack and a beverage, folks. Lol.)

Chapter Five Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

Chapter Five Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: There are mentions of past physical, sexual, and mental abuse (as I stated above in the tags), and I've written this so if there are readers who need to skip that part, they can. There are asterisks that indicate where that part starts and ends if anyone needs to skip it! You won't miss anything if you do, I promise. ❤

The rest of the school week seems to drag itself out. Lily and Ang walk to Art class together, their finished assignments in hand. Angie is quiet, a little too quiet, and Lily immediately picks up on it. "Hey, babe. You good?"

She bites her lip nervously and glances over to her friend. "I'm scared, Lil. What if he doesn't like it?"

They walk into the classroom and take a seat at their normal table. "He's gonna love it, Ang. Tom's very much into art, at least, that's what Seb told me once."

She cocks her head to the side, "I just realized I never knew his first name until now. Tom is a fitting name, it suits him."

"Alright, class everyone settle down. I know all of you are excited for the weekend," Ang and Lily smirk at each other knowingly, "but we've still got an hour of school left. Everyone take out your finished pieces and have them ready for me to look at. I'll be walking around the room to give you a final grade."

Lily carefully unwraps her watercolor painting and sets it on the table. She wasn't sure what she was going to paint at first, but then she got to thinking about her Mom. Sebastian was only five when his Father left. He didn't have many memories of him, but he remembered the day he and their Mom were left alone, vividly.

Sebastian had told Lily the story on one of their movie nights and it's stuck with her ever since. He said that he had heard his Father yelling at their Mom, but he couldn't recall what he was angry about. He ran outside and followed him to his car, and shoved his hand in the door as it was being pulled closed. It smashed his fingers between the door and where it connected to the car. Sebastian told Lily that he did it because he thought that if his Father saw that he was hurt then he'd take him to the hospital and the doctor would say that he had to stay and take care of him. Instead, he watched him drive away. Seb chased the car, but was picked up by their Mom so she could wipe his tears and bandage his mangled hand.

Lily hasn't met her Father either, nor does she want to. Georgeta, their Mother, gives them everything they need. Sebastian was twenty when she was born, and helped take care of her as if she were his own and not his half sister. Their Mom is the strongest woman she's ever known. She always puts her and her brother first and never hesitates to go without just so they can be taken care of.

So, it's only fitting to dedicate her first watercolor painting to their Mom. It's of one of her favorite vacation spots. Lily remembers being a little girl, probably around ten, and going on vacation with her there. It was right around sunset, the reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks blanketed across the sky accenting with the mountain in the distance perfectly.

Painting it from memory was hard, but once she was finished it turned out to be the best one she's ever done.

Angie finishes unwrapping hers and gasps, "Lil! Oh, my god! That's beautiful!"

She smiles sheepishly, "not as beautiful as yours, love. Mr. H will probably cry when he sees that. I mean, for real though, that drawing should be in a museum."

Angie laughs and beams at her. "Only if your masterpiece is displayed right next to it!"

Mrs. Stevens makes her way over to their table and smiles as she looks over Lily's shoulder. "Ms. Stan, this is stunning! These watercolors are blended perfectly and the highlight on the mountain is beautifully done! You deserve an A."

"Thank you, Mrs. Stevens," Lily grins and watches as she moves over to look at Angie's.

"Oh… Oh, my goodness. Ms. DiLorenza this is breathtaking! The shading is impeccable and the blending is just the right amount. An A for you as well. The two of you are incredible artists! Mr. Hiddleston will surely appreciate this. Would you like to take it to him now? I don't believe he has a class."

Angie wrings her hands nervously, "I-I don't know. I'm kind of scared. What if he doesn't like it?"

Mrs. Stevens shakes her head. "Nonsense, dear. How about this? How about I call him down here. You can step out into the hallway for a bit of privacy, but you'll still be within earshot of the class. Sound good?"

Angie nodded. "Alright, it's settled."

A few minutes later she hears the familiar deep voice that she loves so much. She steals a quick glance and sees him standing just outside the doorway with her art teacher. He meets her eyes and she quickly looks away pulling her lip between her teeth. The sound of Mrs. Stevens' high heels click against the floor and stop just shy of their table. "He's waiting outside, dear. I'll be at my desk should you need me."

Angie takes a deep breath and stands up. Lily squeezes her hand for reassurance as she holds the drawing in the other. "You've got this, babe!"

Ang nods and slowly walks across the room to the door. She rounds the corner, holding the picture close to her chest as she looks up at him.

"Hi."

Even that one word sounds weak, but if Tom notices he doesn't point it out. "Hi, Ang. It's good to see you again." His accent sends a wave of arousal straight to her core. "I understand you have something for me?"

Angie looks down at the drawing clutched in her hands. "Well, I-I um…Mrs. Stevens… we-"

Tom places a warm hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, darling," he whispers. "Take your time."

Angie licks her lips, "our first assignment was to um...to create whatever we wanted. I wasn't-," she shifts her weight anxiously, "wasn't sure what to make so I just kind of zoned out a-and let my pencil have a mind of its own." Without making eye contact with him she holds the canvas out so he can take it. "I um...I made this...for you."

Tom hates to see his girl so nervous, but he can’t deny how adorable she looks standing in front of him like this. So innocent and - wait...did he just refer to Ang as his girl in his head? Well, that's new. She hands over the canvas without looking at him and toes at the tile floor with her shoe. He flips it over in his hands and sucks in a breath.

It's the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen. The detailed lines, the contrast of highlight and shade, and the attention to detail. It's...well, it's breathtaking, and the fact that it's a portrait of him makes it that more meaningful. Tom realizes he hasn't said anything, let alone released the breath he's been holding, and turns his attention back to Angie. She's shaking and picking at her fingernails and he has to force himself not to hug her.

"Darling, look at me."

She timidly raises her head, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"This is phenomenal, Ang. I...I'm speechless… I'm so honored that out of everything you could have drawn you chose me. Thank you."

She blinks a few times in rapid succession to keep from crying. "Well, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to draw the most beautiful person in the world."

Fuck! Shit shit shit!

God how she wished someone invented time travel so she could go back fifteen seconds. She could probably make it to the back doors to the parking lot if she made a run for it. They haven't even had their first date yet and she just dropped a bombshell that is normally saved for people who've been together for like...a few months.

Angie winces and turns her gaze back to the floor. The very floor she wishes would open up and let her fall into. Tom's index and middle fingers gently tilt her head back up. Those tears she worked so hard to stop before spill over her waterline and cascade down her cheeks.

"Oh, love," Tom brushes the wetness away with the back of his knuckles gingerly, "please don't cry. I'm not upset with you. In fact, I'm flattered. It's been quite a long time since a woman has called me beautiful." He discreetly reaches down to hold her hand, "and it's never been said by someone as stunning as you."

Angie feels her heart skip a beat. He…he thinks she's stunning?

Before she can say anything, Tom does a quick sweep of the hallway to be sure there's no one that can see them. He smooths his thumb over her bottom lip and smiles softly before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to her lips. It only lasts a second, but it was by far the best second of her life.

"I'll see you tomorrow, my darling girl." He winks and turns on his heel leaving Angie there with wide eyes and flushed skin.

Holy shit he kissed her!

Jessy walks quickly to her locker and grabs what she needs to complete her assignments over the weekend. It's been the slowest Friday ever, but it's finally time to leave. She shoots Angie a quick text to let her know she'll meet her at the mall and heads to her car.

Since they both have dates tomorrow night, a special outfit is a must for both of them. Twenty minutes later she pulls into a free parking space next to Angie's car.

"JESSY! Oh, my god he fuckin' kissed me!"

Jessica had barely gotten out of her car when Angie told her the news, and she was ecstatic. "No way!" She grabs Ang's hands and they bounce in place with excitement, "girl when?! Tell me everything!"

She lets out a dreamy sigh and smiles. "You know how I drew that picture of him?" Jessy nods. "Well, Mrs. Stevens called him down to her class so I could give it to him. So, there we were, in the hallway, and I was so fuckin' nervous. God, was I nervous. He was so sweet with me though. He called me darling and waited patiently while I stuttered like an idiot. He was speechless, babe. He loved it."

She grins, "I knew he would, Ang."

Angie blushes, "there's more though. He told me he was honored that out of everything, I chose to draw him, and like a dumbass I told him I couldn't pass up on drawing the most beautiful person in the world."

Jessica gasps. "Oh, shit! How did he take that?"

"Well, I didn't see his initial reaction cause I immediately looked down at the floor, but he lifted my head and wiped my tears. He called me love and said that no one as stunning as me has ever referred to him as beautiful. Then," she bites her lip as the memory of his mouth on hers plays over and over in her head, "he looked around, kissed me for like a second, and then called me his darling girl!"

"Ahh! Ang! Oh, my god that's so cute! You two are freakin' adorable together, I swear!"

Angie hugs her and giggles. "You ready to buy something that's gonna knock our men off their feet?

Jessica nods and hugs her, "hell yeah! Let's do this!"

Two hours and eight stores later, both of them had their outfits tried on and bought. Angie picks a plaid blue and red skirt that sits about four inches above the knee, and a matching form-fitting shirt. Jessy decides on a short, simple, yet elegant, velvet burgundy dress. After that the girls eat a little snack at the food court together to tide them over before heading home to do their homework.

Lily sits Indian style on her bed and works on one of her journal entries for English Literature. Sebastian may be her teacher, but he never once treated her any differently from the other kids. Friday's topic was a free day, and she's trying to think of something to write about. All she can think about is Chris, and what he told her brother the other day. One part of her wants to know who the girl is that he's willing to take such a big risk for, and the other part of her doesn't. Lily knows it's not her. Why would it be? He's twenty-two years her senior and her teacher for God's sake. She sighs and begins to write about him anyway. It's not like Seb will guess who it is. Not if she's vague enough.

A couple of minutes later after she's done writing, she hears the front door open. That's odd...Seb normally hangs out with Chris on Saturday's… She thinks to herself.

"Lily? Hey, you home?"

She moves to lay on her stomach and starts playing Candy Crush on her phone. "In my room!"

Sebastian knocks lightly and peaks his head in. "So, I'm gonna need you to get changed into some jeans and a t-shirt that you don't mind potentially getting dirty."

She looks at him like he’s grown a third eye. "Um...what?"

He rolls his eyes. "Just...c'mon! We gotta leave in like," he checks his watch, "ten minutes."

Lily changes, even though she's thoroughly confused, and puts on some old tennis shoes. "Okay, I'm ready. So, what are we doin'?"

Sebastian shakes his head and opens the garage. "Can't tell ya! It's a surprise!"

"Ugh! You know how much I hate surprises, Seb!" She groans and slides into the passenger seat of his black Dodge Charger. He hands her a black bandana and smirks.

"Yeah, I know. Humor me and put that on. You're not allowed to see anything until we get there."

"Seriously?! Fine...but I get to pick what we listen to." Lily unlocks her phone and pulls up her favorite playlist on Spotify. "Here, I'll let you get it connected while I put this on."

Sebastian chuckles and takes her phone. "Remind me why I love you again?"

She pulls the ends of the bandana into a knot and adjusts it over her eyes. "Because I keep you sane, not to mention I'm the fun sibling."

"Whoa, hey now, wait a minute! I'm fun!"

Lily scoffs, "okay, mister 'the only thing I do for fun is hang out with Chris every Saturday' you keep tellin' yourself that. Speaking of him, why aren't you two having your normal bro night anyway?"

Even though she couldn't see him, Sebastian rolls his eyes as he pulls out of the driveway. "Well, I told you I would make it up to you for bailing on our movie night. Plus, he's got a date."

Lily feels a pang of jealousy flood through her chest. "Oh," she hates how she can't control the hurt tone in her voice, "that's good. I hope it goes well."

Sebastian glances over at her, immediately picking up on her change of mood. He leaves it alone for now since today is about her.

The drive is quiet, except for the music, and Lily finds herself thinking about Chris again. Well, she often thinks about him, but now she is imagining him with another woman. Honestly, she wishes she could just tell him how she feels so she can get his reaction. Maybe if he rejects her, then she will be able to get over him.

She sighs and closes her eyes. "Are we there yet? I feel like we've been in the car for over an hour now."

Sebastian stops the car and puts it in park, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Yeah, we're here. You can take off the bandana now."

Lily rips the fabric off her head and blinks to adjust to the light. Once she's able to see clearly, she gasps. "SKYDIVING?! Oh, my god! Sebby! Are you serious?!"

She looks at him with wonder and he laughs, "yeah, I'm serious! I know how long you've been wanting to do this, and I figured it was time for me to face one of my fears."

Lily unbuckles her seatbelt and throws herself over the center console to hug him. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!"

He pats her on the back, "does this make me the fun sibling now?"

"Don't push your luck, Shakespeare nerd." She pulls away and climbs out of the car. "C'mon! Let's go!"

Angie looks herself over in her bathroom mirror for the millionth time and fixes a stray piece of hair. You look fine. Jessy was right, he's gonna love it. She tries to reassure herself as she applies a bit of lip gloss. Checking to make sure she has her phone, charger, a change of clothes, and her toothbrush, she walks down to her car. Jessy and her had the bright idea to tell their parents they were staying overnight at the other one's house. You know, just in case things go well and they decide to sleep over.

It takes about thirty minutes to get to Tom's house, but she finally finds it. She's in awe as she parks in the driveway. It's a two-tone modern home, wood tone on the upper level and off-white on the lower. There's a balcony that wraps around and has glass paneling as a barrier. An inground pool sits off to the side of a wooden staircase.

She slings her backpack over her shoulder and makes her way to the front door. Her heels click against the asphalt and her heart thrums rapidly in her chest. Angie takes a deep breath and blows it out before knocking a few times. Seconds later, she hears footsteps and the lock clicks.

Tom opens the door and her eyes go wide. He's wearing a white button down shirt, the top two buttons undone, and a pair of black slacks that sit low on his hips. His hair is neatly tousled and his feet are bare. Ang is so busy checking him out that she doesn't see the way he's looking at her.

Tom stands rooted to the spot. He cannot believe how beautiful his girl looks. She's standing before him in a tight red top and short plaid skirt. Her hair is curled in loose waves, her light makeup a perfect touch to her flawless skin. He wants to devour her right there in his doorway.

"Ang…," he looks her up and down as he bites and licks his lips, you look amazing."

She blushes, "thank you. You look gorgeous, but you always do in my eyes." He takes her bag from her as she walks inside. "Wow, your house is beautiful."

He sets her things down and gently grabs her hand. "Come here, darling."

Angie spins around and looks up into his blue eyes. "May I kiss you?" He asks, his voice an octave lower than normal. She nods and he pulls her flush against his body. "I can't help myself when you look this stunning, love."

He cups Angie's cheek in one of his large hands and brings his mouth down to meet hers. She's shy, he can tell, but soon she's kissing him back with fervor. Her lip gloss tastes like cherries and it's intoxicating. Tom backs her up, presses her against the wall, and tightens his grip on her waist as she moans into his mouth. He doesn't want to, but he knows if he doesn't stop now their dinner will get cold.

He pulls away slowly and watches her. Ang is breathing heavily and her eyes are still closed. She's breathtaking.

"Are you thirsty? I've got water, wine, Coke, Sprite, and I think there’s a case of beer in the garage."

She opens her eyes and smirks. "I'm thirsty, but not for any of those things."

He stutters and feels his slacks tighten, "L-Love, we…," he nods toward the kitchen, "dinner…"

Angie grins mischievously and walks around to his other side. "You have a microwave, right?" He nods. "Well then…," she pushes him against the wall with her hands, "I say we skip dinner for now."

Tom curses under his breath as she drops to her knees in front of him. "Besides, I have," her fingertips brush the rather large tent in his pants, "what I want right here." Angie pops the button and pulls the zipper down, her panties getting wetter by the second.

"Fuck, Ang…"

Tom's pants fall to his ankles and his hands shake as she lowers his boxers just enough to free him. His cock is painfully hard and she hasn't even touched him yet. Her small hand grips the base and he throws his head back.

"Darling...please…"

She runs her nails on the other hand down his thigh making him shiver. "I've never done this before, but I'll do my best to make it feel good." Tom's pretty sure anything Angie does will feel like heaven, but he nods anyway.

The moment her lips close over his flared tip, he lets out the prettiest moan she's ever heard. It only fuels her to take him deeper. He's longer than he is thick, but she still has to open her mouth pretty wide.

Once Angie has him about halfway she stops, not wanting to go any further in case she has a gag reflex. She trails her tongue tentatively along the underside of him and jumps a little when he thrusts forward slightly.

"My, god...s-sorry baby...fuck that feels good." He threads his long fingers through her hair and wets his lips. "Want me to show you how? I'll be gentle, love." She nods as best as she can and blinks her innocent doe eyes at him. He nearly comes undone at the sight.

His grip on her hair tightens and he begins to move her head up and down on his cock. Tom's eyes flutter closed, "oh, fuck! Darling, you're so good for me. So fucking good...mmm, yeah, move your tongue just like that, oh, my god…"

Angie is floored by the way he's talking to her. She had no idea she would get such satisfaction from praise alone, but coming from Tom it was music to her ears. She pushes back on his thighs and he let's go of her.

"Are you okay?" She shakes her head yes and kisses the tip of each finger on his right hand. "Fuck my mouth, please."

Tom feels his need for her ignite into a wildfire. "God… are you sure, love? I don't want to hurt you. Especially since you're new at this."

Angie kisses the tip of his cock, a bead of precum coating her lips, "please, baby? I want you to feel good."

He breathes a shuddering breath and swallows thickly. "Alright, love, but I want you to tap my thigh if it becomes too much. Now, open that sweet mouth for me, darling."

Angie obeys and Tom pushes his cock between her parted lips and doesn't stop until he feels her nails dig into his skin. "Shh, relax, love. Take - oh, shit! - deep breaths through your nose. Y-Yeah, that's it. You're such a good girl, Ang. God, your mouth feels so good…"

She feels herself relax a few seconds later and Tom slides the remaining inches down her throat. He's panting, a thin coat of sweat covering his skin, and when he feels Angie swallow he about loses his mind.

“OH, FUCK! Ang...Ang oh, my fucking god!"

She wants more, no needs more, so she does the only thing she can think of and tries to move her head back and forth, but his grip on her is too strong. She whines softly when he pulls her hair.

"I know, love. Just...fuck...g-give me a second. I don't want to cum just yet.”

He evens out his breathing and starts a slow rhythm. He's trying to be careful, but the little moans she makes every time he slides down her throat are nothing shy of sinful. Angie swirls her tongue around him and he growls.

"Oh, s-shit! Ang, I...you're...oh, god!" He looks down at her with hooded eyes. "You're so perfect, darling. O-On your knees for me, taking my cock so well. I wish you could see yourself right now. So pretty…so good… fuck!"

Tom moans out her name and fucks her mouth a bit harder, the heat in his lower belly now a sea of molten lava.

"I-I...love, I'm...where do you...can I-?"

He can't even form a coherent thought, let alone speak, but Angie gets what he's asking her. She absolutely needs to taste him, needs to feel him come undone from her mouth. She does the first thing that comes to mind and grips his ass hard, pulling him forward. Tom groans and works his left hand into her hair next to his right.

"Fuck! Oh, you're amazing, darling. So good for me." He thrusts deep and squeezes his eyes shut, "shit I'm close, Ang! I-I'm...oh, darling I'm…unghh AHH!"

Tom's orgasm hits him like a Mack truck. His vision goes white and his legs shake while his cock pulses in her warm, wet mouth. Angie swallows everything he gives her and only pulls away when he releases the hold on her hair.

"Did I do okay?"

Her cheeks have tear tracks and her lips are swollen as she looks up at him through her lashes. Tom leans his head back on the wall behind him and chuckles breathily, "baby…that was…more than okay. I cannot believe that was your first time. God, I haven't felt that good in...well...ever."

He pulls her to her feet and tucks himself back into his boxers before kissing her hungrily. He can taste himself on her tongue, but he doesn't care. She's beautiful, and he never wants to let her go. He reluctantly steps back and pulls his pants back up over his hips.

"Shall we have dinner, my darling girl? Maybe afterwards I can return the favor."

She nods and bites her lip.

"Alright, why don't you have a seat and I'll dish everything up for us."

Jessica parks outside of Chris’s house just as her phone dings. She looks down and smiles when she sees it's him telling her the door's unlocked and she can just come in when she gets there. Her eyes look back up and admire how beautiful everything is. The house is a light beige color with very modern looking features. There's a lot of windows that are trimmed with a dark, ebony wood. A huge tree casts a shadow over the shrubbery and front walk-way, allowing the low lighting from the porch to give it a warm, cozy feel.

She locks her car, puts her keys in the front pocket of her bag, and takes a breath to calm her nerves. It's a warm evening and the leaves are beginning to turn autumn colors. Jessy approaches the front door and turns the knob, slowly entering his home. If she thought the outside was beautiful, then she wasn't prepared for the inside. It felt so inviting. The same ebony wood accented white furniture and walls, and everything had its place. Very pristine.

She smoothes her straightened hair and fixes her dress before calling out to make her presence known. "Chris?"

A moment later, his Boston accent echoes back to her. "In the kitchen, sweetheart!"

She sets her bag down by the door and follows the sound of his voice. Jessica finds him in an enormous state of the art kitchen. Modern appliances, a huge kitchen island with bar stools, and a wooden floor open up into an equally beautiful dining room. Chris stands facing the stove, his back to her as he stirs something that smells absolutely amazing.

He's casually dressed in dark jeans and a blue button down. "I hope you're hungry. I'm mak-" He stops mid-sentence as he turns around to face her, the spoon he's holding clatters to the floor.

"Sweetheart…," he breathes, "you look absolutely incredible…"

He walks over to her and slides his hands up her bare arms, "you got this dressed up for me?"

She nods and shyly bites her lip. "Yeah, I-I wanted to try and look pretty since you always look… well… amazing."

Chris’s eyes roam up and down her body, like he can't look everywhere fast enough. Her four and a half inch stilettos make her come up to just below his chin, and her makeup accentuates her eyes beautifully.

"Sweet girl, you're always pretty." He kisses her deeply, his body flush against hers as he licks into her mouth. "Honey, I'll end up eating you for dinner if I don't stop now." He smirks down at her and raises an eyebrow when her breath hitches. "Oh," he coos. "You'd like that, hm? Another time, I promise. I made my Mom's famous Cajun Chicken Alfredo and I can't wait for you to try it."

He brushes her cheek and goes back to the stove to finish up their food. He pours her a glass of red wine and pulls out the chair for her to sit down. "You look even more beautiful in the candlelight, sweetheart." He kisses her cheek and puts a plate of steaming hot pasta in front of her. "It's hot, so be careful, okay?"

Jessica nods. Thank you, Chris. This looks delicious."

They chat while they eat, getting to know one another better. Talking to Chris comes naturally. It feels like she's known him for years. She tells him about Shayly and Jameson, skipping the part about how she basically lived with them. Chris beams as he talks about his family. Jessy learns that he has three siblings. A younger brother Scott, an actor who's happily dating his boyfriend of two years, an older sister Carly who's also an actress, and a younger sister Shanna who's an aspiring author. He mentions that his Mom's an actress as well, and his Dad's a dentist.

Chris casually asks her about her parents and she tries not to show her grimace, but, of course, he picks up on it. "Jessy? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to.”

She shakes her head and looks at her half empty plate. "No, you didn't… I just… my childhood wasn't that great. 'S kinda why my Mom and I moved here."

Chris watches her push a noodle around with her fork, "do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" He takes her hand and she closes her eyes. "I know I need to. I haven't told anyone...not even Shayly. I just...I don't know if I can."

He stands up and holds out his hand, "come here, honey. Let's go sit down in my living room."

She lets him lead her to the other side of his house and smiles when she sees Dodger sprawled out on the floor. "Hey, buddy! Remember me?" He jumps up and wags his tail happily, "oh, you're so cute! Wook at your cute wittle face!"

Chris chuckles, his heart full of happiness at the sight of Jessy baby talking to his best friend. "I think I've been replaced. How could you, Dodge?! I give you everything and the moment a beautiful woman comes in the house I'm chopped liver. Typical." He's joking, of course, and grins when Jessica rolls her eyes playfully.

"Listen, babe, I can't help it. Dogs just get me, ya know?"

Chris tosses Dodger one of his favorite bones and sits down. "C'mere, baby. Come sit." He pats his thigh and gingerly pulls her into his lap. His thumb caresses her cheek, "you can tell me as much or as little as you need, sweetheart. I won't talk while you are. I'm here to listen, okay?"

Jessy plays with her hands, focusing on Dodge happily chewing away at his treat. "It's a long story, but I… I really feel like I can trust you with it. So many people have asked me to open up about it, but I've never wanted to. Not until I met you."

Chris takes one of her hands in his and kisses the back of her knuckles, sweetly. "I'm honored you feel that way, Jessy. I promise not to tell anyone anything you're about to tell me. Not even Sebastian or Tom."

She takes a deep breath and swallows the lump in her throat, preparing to tell him everything.

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"The earliest memory I have of my Father is from when I was four years old. He's actually my Step-Father. My real Dad died when I was a baby. Anyway, I was playing out on the back patio with my building blocks and heard him yelling at my Mom. I don't remember what it was about, but he was staggering and waving his hands around. My Mom was crying and he must have gotten sick of hearing her because I watched him hit her."

Chris began rubbing her back and she took a moment to collect herself. "It went on like that for years. He was always drunk, and my Mom worked two jobs to keep us from losing the house. H-He got fired and sat at home, just drinking in front of the TV. When um…" Jessy squeezes her eyes shut and tries desperately not to cry. Chris turns her in his lap so she's facing him and kisses her forehead, "you don't have to tell me, baby. It's okay." Jessica shakes her head, "n-no I-I need to. It's just hard reliving the memories."

Chris holds her waist and rubs his thumbs in the little divots of her hips, trying his best to comfort her. "When he wasn't black out drunk, he'd sometimes…," she closes her eyes and lets a couple of tears fall, "h-he'd sometimes touch me…," she whispers shakily. Chris’s grip tightens on her waist and he clenches jaw, but stays quiet so she can finish. "He never….actually um...put anything inside of me, but he touched me o-on the outside. I had to touch him too...he told me if I ever told anyone he'd k-kill me." Jessy was full blown crying now, but she needs this weight off her chest.

"My Mom doesn't know. No one does… except you. If I tried to um… to stop him he'd hit me or grab my face so hard that it left bruises. I wasn't physically strong enough to get away, so I just… I let him do those… things because I thought I had to. The sooner I complied, the sooner he'd get it over with and go to sleep." She sniffles and wipes at her cheeks, "the first time it happened I was five. It didn't stop until I was twelve.

He um… he lost interest in me when I...when I hit puberty. I still got hit when I made him angry though. My Mom got the worst of it, and when I was fourteen I started protecting her. I-I'd push her behind me a-and take the brunt of it. It was all the same to him. As long as he could take his anger out on someone, it didn't matter who it was." She takes a shaky breath and lets it out. "My mom finally filed for divorce a few weeks ago. That's why we moved here. To get away… from him."

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Jessy opens her eyes and looks into Chris’s. The emotion in them is overwhelming. She starts to softly sob and he moves his hands to her cheeks. "Shh, I've got you, honey. I'm so sorry you had to go through something so horrible. You have to know none of that was your fault. You know that, right?"

She nods and lets out a choked sob.

"You're safe now, baby. I won't let anybody hurt you ever again. I'm here now, and you're safe with me, sweetheart."

He dries her tears with the throw blanket draped over the couch and holds her close. "Will you kiss me?"

He nods, "I'll give you whatever you need, baby."

His kiss is careful, like she'll break if he's too rough. Jessy grips his shirt and deepens the kiss, trying hard to push the bad memories from her mind. He slides his right hand up her back until his fingers are embedded in her long red hair. She whimpers and shifts in his lap making him groan.

"Jessy… maybe we should stop. I don't want this to lead to something you're not ready for."

She whines and moves his free hand to her chest. "I need this… please, Chris? I wanna forget everything he did to me. Please make me forget…"

He pecks her lips and rests his forehead against hers. "Okay, whatever you need, love." He moves his hands up and down her sides, "how do you want to do this? Tell me what you need, honey."

Jessica rolls her hips and watches as his eyes flutter closed. "Is like this okay? I-I don't know if I'm ready for um...well for anything more than that."

Chris swallows hard, "yeah, that's fine, sweetheart. You wanna leave the dress on?"

Jessica bites her lip and sits back, crossing her hands so she can lift the velvety fabric over her head. Chris’s jaw drops. She's completely bare, no bra or panties, and he can feel himself harden instantly.

"Fuck...Jessy you're breathtaking," he breathes. "Look even more beautiful than I imagined."

She blushes and fumbles with the buttons on his shirt. "T-Thanks, but you're way more beautiful than me."

Chris frowns and mentally makes a note to talk to her about that comment later. Right now her pleasure is his priority. He helps her remove his shirt and watches as she marvels at his chest. Her small fingers trace one of his tattoos and it makes him shiver.

Tentatively, Jessy begins rocking her hips against him. Her lips are parted and every so often a soft moan fills the space between them. "Touch me," she whispers.

Chris gently flicks the pad of his thumb over her nipple, making it harden under his touch. Jessica throws her head back and grinds down on him harder. "Chris! M-More...please…" He takes one of them in his mouth while he rolls the other between his fingers. Her moans are louder now, his jeans wet with her arousal.

"God, sweetheart, look at you. You're so pretty, movin' over my cock. That's it, just like that… mmm shit baby… you feel how hard I am? Could cum just watchin' you like this."

Jessy grabs his hair and pulls to give her more control as she quickens her pace. "Oh, Chris! Feels so good… fuck! Baby," her voice is a breathy moan as she looks into his eyes, "wanna make y-you feel good too."

He swipes his thumb along the seam of her lips and can't help the filthy noise he makes when she sucks it into her mouth. "Shit! J-Jessy…oh, sweetheart, trust me, watchin' you make yourself feel good is more than enough for me.”

She leans down to kiss and lick the skin on his neck and he raises his hips to meet hers. "That feel good, honey? You want me to keep movin' my hips like this?"

She whines and digs her nails into his biceps. "Yes! Don't stop…please...oh, god!"

She's dripping wet now, his cock leaking precum as she rocks her hips rapidly. The slight sting of denim against her clit sends jolt after jolt of heat through her body that gathers in her lower abdomen. It starts to simmer, slowly growing hotter by the second.

Chris kisses her, deep and passionate, guiding her hips so her soaked core glides over the head of his cock on every pass. She's ethereal to him. He can't believe this gorgeous woman finds this much pleasure in his body. Out of every woman he's ever been with, Jessica's the only one he's ever felt this strongly for. He isn't in love with her, no, he's not ready for that yet. It's too soon after Amanda, but she just...does something to him that he can't quite explain yet.

She whimpers and reaches for his right hand, "please…need you...wanna cum…"

His eyes roll back when she brings his fingers to her clit. "God! Honey, you're fuckin' soaked. I turn you on this much?" He moves his thumb in lazy circles making her legs shake. "C'mon, baby, that's it. You're close. Can hear how wet you are too. So damn pretty, baby."

Jessy clings to his shoulders and kisses him hard. Her mouth stumbles against his as her whole body begins to shake. "Oh, Chris," she breathes against his lips, "Chris I- oh, my god!"

He takes her lip between his teeth and bites down gently, "that's right, Jessica. Let go…come all over my cock, sweetheart."

Chris's words send her falling over the edge, her nails scratching down his arms as she throws her head back and screams his name. He holds her steady and works her through her orgasm making sure to draw it out as long as he can. Jessy grips his wrist and he finally pulls away as she rests her head on his bare shoulder.

"C-Chris," she half whines, half pants, "felt so good…"

He kisses her hair and runs his fingertips up and down her back. "Did so good for me, honey."

Jess pulls back to look down into his lust-blown eyes. It occurs to her that he's still very much hard, and she reaches down to cup him through his pants making him hiss. "Baby…what are you doin'?"

She giggles and kisses the tip of his nose. "Isn't it obvious? I wanna make you cum too."

His breathing gets heavier as she continues to stroke his clothed cock. "'M okay, Jessy. Y-You don't ha- fuck - have too."

She starts a trail of kisses down his chest as she moves to kneel on the floor in front of him. "Oh, but I want to. Wanna taste you."

She looks up at him with big eyes and he almost cums from that alone. "Please, handsome?"

Sebastian and Lily approach the hanger and greet their instructor cheerfully. "Hi! I'm Lily and this is my big brother, Sebastian."

The man smiles and shakes their hands. "We've been expecting you two! I've gotten quite familiar with Sebastian over the past couple of days. I'm Dean Wesson and I'll be your instructor today."

He points to four other people across the room, "these guys will be assisting you with your jump." Dean points from left to right, those two in the silver and black suits are Sam and Steve Hammond and the ones in the blue and white are Scott Leighton and Tommy King."

Dean goes over the basics with them. He gets Seb and Lily fitted into their own suits and helmets before bringing them into the gear room. "Okay, so here's a breakdown of all the different parts of your pack. When you're wearing it it'll be pretty snug. On the bottom right underside is the pull for your main shute. You'll reach back behind you to grab it and pull hard to release." Dean points to the left shoulder strap, "this is your reserve shute should your main one fail. The red pull on the right strap is what you'll use if your main shute gets tangled and you have to cut it away. Does that all make sense?"

The two of them nod and they sign a waiver before getting their packs fitted to their suits. All seven of them head to the plane and buckle themselves in for take off. Ironically, Lily learns that taking off is actually more dangerous than the dive. Once they're in the air, she glances over at Sebastian. He's putting up a front, but she can tell he's scared.

"Hey," she reaches for his hand and squeezes it, "you good?"

He gives her a tight-lipped smile and closes his eyes. "Yeah…, I'm good."

Lily frowns, "Seb, if you don't wanna do this-"

"It's alright, Lil. I told you I'd make it up to you, and I meant it. Even if I gotta do something that scares me to death. Anything to make my baby sister happy." He grins and pulls her into a side hug.

"Alright, folks! We're at fifteen hundred feet. Go ahead and remove your seatbelts and do a final check of your gear. Once you've triple checked everything you can put your helmet on."

After making sure they're all secure, Sam and Steve talk to Sebastian while Tommy and Scott prep Lily for her jump. She decides to go first and moves closer to the door. Once it's open, she waits for the signal. Tommy gives her the thumbs up and she steals a final look at her brother before jumping.

Scott grabs onto her left shoulder while Tommy takes the right. Because it's impossible to hear them at the speed they're falling, they use hand and arm signals to communicate. Lily has her arms out in front of her, slightly at an angle, with her fingers bent a little. Her knees are also bent and spread out, and it makes her look like one of those flying squirrels. Her head is up and back so she can keep the right velocity. Tommy instructs her to do a couple of practice pulls. She reaches back and barely tugs on the release of her main shute two times and he seems satisfied.

The ground is getting bigger now, and she briefly wonders if Sebastian is okay. She can't see him, but she hopes he's alright. He's her brother after all. A few minutes later Tommy gives her the go ahead to open her shute and she spreads her arms wide, sticks them in front of her, and reaches back behind her to grab the pull. This time, she tugs on it hard and a moment later she's jerked upwards as her parachute fully expands.

The view is unbelievable. Trees, roads, fields, and bodies of water, all of it is so small from here. Lily glances up and over her shoulder and smiles when she sees that Sebastian’s shute is also safely open. Her instructors point her left and she angles her body to turn. As the ground becomes closer, she leans back slightly, bending her legs just like she was taught. She touches down safely and rolls a little as her speed catches up to her. Her heart is racing and her whole body tingles with adrenaline.

Sebastian lands moments later and comes up to sit on his knees once he stops rolling. Lily takes her helmet off and unclips the pack from her suit. "Seb!" She runs towards him and crouches down as he removes his helmet. His eyes are closed and he doesn't look like he feels good.

Lily crouches down behind him and rubs his back as he gets sick. "Are you okay?"

He nods, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit. "Y-Yeah… I'm okay."

She helps him to his feet and begins to fold his shute up for him. "What did you think?"

He sways a little when he stands, trying not to throw up again. "Was it everything you thought it would be? Did I do well in making it up to you?"

Lily tucks it back into his pack and smiles wide. "That. Was. AMAZING! God, the rush, the wind in my hair, the view, it was better than I expected!"

She rolls up her parachute and grabs her gear before taking the short walk back to the main hangar. After they've put everything away and changed back into their normal clothes, they say their 'thank you's' and 'goodbye's' before heading back to Sebastian’s car.

They climb in and Lily turns to face him, "I can't believe you got sick you dork! It wasn't that bad, was it?" Lily picks fun at him playfully and Sebastian rolls his eyes.

"Alright, how about we go to the pet store downtown and hold tarantulas next?"

She shivers and crinkles her nose in disgust, "oh, hell no! That is not happening!"

Sebastian chuckles and pulls out of the lot onto the main road. "Mmkay, well, I'm gonna stop and get a Sprite since I feel like shit, do you want anything?"

Lily reconnects her phone to his Bluetooth and clicks on 'Guys my Age' before putting her seatbelt on. "Ooo! Can we get McDonald's cheeseburgers?"

He nods, "sure. Today's all about you, Lil."

Seb listens as she sings along to the song and can see that she's scrolling through her camera roll. He doesn't mean to, but in the process of looking to see if any cars are coming at a busy intersection, something catches his eye. It's a text message conversation. He can't make out the words because she's too far away, but he does see a familiar picture of him and Chris that he uploaded to Instagram a week or so ago.

Lily bites her lip and leans back against the headrest closing her eyes. This song always stirs up her feelings for Chris. Her and Ang are texting about her day and she told her about how she's the fun sibling. Angie didn't believe that all Seb does for fun is spend his Saturday's at Chris’s, so she sent her a recent photo of then from his Insta. She'd saved it to her phone gallery as soon as she saw it. Chris looks so good in it. He's wearing one of his tight t-shirts that leaves little to the imagination and it drives her crazy. The chorus comes on and she sings along with it, her mind picturing bluish-green eyes and a sweet smile.

Sebastian furrows his brows and glances over at his sister. She's singing and her mind seems far away. A thought crosses his mind, but he shakes it away almost instantly. It was silly anyway. They've been best friends since she was eleven and he'd always thought she'd look to him as another older brother. There's no way Lily has romantic feelings for Chris…right?

Tom walks back in the dining room and sets a plate down in front of Angie. It's her favorite, an omelette with American cheese, peppers, onions, and some salsa drizzled on top. He's paired it with some bacon and rye toast, and it makes her mouth water.

"Oh, this looks amazing! How'd you know it was my favorite?"

Tom laughs and takes a seat across from her. "I didn't. Omelets happen to be my favorite too, darling."

The two of them eat and play the game where one person asks the other a question and then they switch. "When's your birthday?" Tom asks and looks across the table at her. She points her fork at him and swallows her bite of food.

"Believe it or not, it's the same day as my favorite holiday. Halloween!"

His eyes widen, "that's so cool! Mine is February ninth. I was almost a Valentine's Day baby!"

"Alright, where were you born?"

He takes a sip of wine, "Westminster, London. I actually have dual citizenship which is good for when I go and visit my family."

Angie's eyes light up with wonder. "Wow! I've never been out of the country, but I've always wanted to go! I bet London is so pretty! I dreamed of seeing Big Ben and Buckingham Palace in person when I was a little girl."

"I'll take you, love"

Ang chokes on her wine making it nearly come out her nose. "I-I'm sorry? You'll what now?"

Tom reaches across the table and takes her hand in his, rubbing little circles, "I'll take you to London, Ang. I go at least twice a year and I haven't been since March. My mum will be calling me any time now demanding I come back to visit soon."

She stares at him, her jaw slack, "I… there's no way I can pay for that…"

He chuckles and shakes his head, "don't be silly. I plan on buying your ticket and everything else while we're there anyway."

"Tom," she whispers, "…I can't let you spend that much money on me."

He gets up and walks around the table, crouching down to her level. "Darling, please? I really want to do this." He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her lips, "besides...I can think of ways for you to pay me back. One's that don't involve money."

He winks and her cheeks flush. "Okay, you can take me to London, BUT only if you promise not to go overboard on the money you spend on me! Promise me." He stands and lifts her up, spinning around in a circle, "I promise, love."

He kisses her again, only this time with more passion. Angie wraps her legs around his waist while he carries her into his bedroom. It's very clean, a four poster bed, and it smells like him. That's all she gathers of her surroundings because the next second she's against the wall. Tom peppers kisses along her jaw, slowly moving to her neck. Angie moans and tilts her head back to grant him more access.

"Tom," she whines, "oh, god, please!"

He nips at the skin below her ear, "please what, love?" His clothed cock is putting delicious pressure on her clit making it hard to think, let alone breathe. "Wanna feel you… y-your - oh, my god - your fingers."

Tom's left hand tangles in her long, dark locks, while his right slides underneath her shirt. "Well, why didn't you just say so, my darling girl?"

He lifts her red shirt over her head and tosses it somewhere behind him. His eyes darken as they roam her newly exposed skin. "Absolutely stunning…"

His mouth leaves her skin burning hot wherever it touches and his big hands knead her breasts until her nipples are hardened peaks. "Tom! Need you...please 'm so wet…"

"Oh, I know you do," he delves his tongue into her mouth and moves it against hers, pulling away only when he needs air. "But I happen to love hearing your sweet voice beg for me, so, what do you think we should do about this?"

Angie whimpers and moves her hand down to slide up her skirt. Tom catches her wrist before she can touch herself, pinning her arms above her head. "I don't recall giving you permission to do that, love."

She lets out a frustrated moan, her chest heaving as she gives him a desperate look. "Tom, please! Oh, god...please please touch me! I need it, baby. Wanna cum for you. I'll do anything! Just, please...don't leave me like this!"

He pulls down her bra and takes one of her hard nipples between his teeth. She cries out and tries to move her hips to gain any sort of friction, but her attempts are unsuccessful. He has her pinned effortlessly, allowing her little to no movement, and it makes her dizzy with want.

"You want these, darling?" He shows her his hand and smirks. "Want me to fuck you with my fingers until you're begging me to let you cum?"

She nods rapidly, "Yes! Fuck...please! Need it so bad!"

Tom is pretty sure he can cum just from watching her like this. All needy and desperate for his touch. She's so fucking beautiful, and even more so with flushed skin and hooded eyes. He can feel how wet she is through his pants and it makes his cock twitch. He moves a hand up her side and cups one of her breasts, squeezing until Angie's eyes flutter shut. He still has her hands pinned with his left, so he slides his right up her inner thigh. His touch is light, barely-there, and he bites his lip when her skin becomes covered in goosebumps.

The closer he gets to her pussy, the faster she breathes, and when his index and middle fingers brush her wet panties he groans. "God, baby…these are soaked through. You really want my fingers that badly, hm?"

All she can do is whimper, but he gives in anyway. Tom pushes them to the side and glides his fingers back and forth through her arousal. The noises she's making are his motivation. He knows she's still a virgin and even though he thinks she's wet enough to take two of them, he starts with one.

Carefully, he pushes his middle finger inside of her and hums low and primal at how tight she is. "Such a good girl, Ang. All warm and snug around me. That feel good, love?" He watches as she shakes her head and licks her lips. "You want more, baby? Think you can take two?" Another nod. "Say it, precious girl. Tell me you want it."

Angie is certain that she will die if Tom doesn't make her cum in the next five minutes. At this point she'd walk a tight rope over the Grand Canyon for this man to fuck her. "I w-want it, Tom! Fuck...I can't...I need… shit, baby...please!"

He lets out a breathy laugh and slides his index finger through her folds a few times before pushing it in beside his other digit.

"Oh, my god! Oh, feels so good!"

He slowly starts to move them in and out, the sound of her wetness filling his room. "Mmm, yeah, baby? I'm glad it feels good. I can't wait to see how pretty you look when you come undone in my arms. You'll be nothing short of breathtaking, I'm sure."

He goes a bit faster and curls them slightly, searching for the spot he knows will drive her wild. Tom knows he finds it when she suddenly cries out, her juices beginning to drip down his hand.

"There it is, love. You sound so fucking pretty when you moan my name...makes me wanna cum just watching you like this, Ang." He pumps his fingers faster and pulls her into a kiss. Her body's shaking as she whimpers into his mouth. "Are you close, darling? I want you to cum, baby. C'mon, be my good girl and cum for me."

Angie has never felt pleasure like this in her life. She's touched herself before, but it's never felt like this. Hell, she didn't even know that spot existed until his thick fingers began rubbing it. Now that she knows it's there and how fucking good Tom is, she's addicted. She can feel her walls begin to clench and when his thumb moves over her clit she loses it.

"Tom! Tom! Oh, fuck, TOM! I… I… g-gonna cu-OH, FUCK!"

She throws her head back and cries out his name over and over like a mantra, her cum thoroughly soaking his hand. Her legs are shaking so hard that she'd have collapsed if he wasn't holding her up. Once she can think somewhat straight again, she opens her eyes and bites her lip as she watches Tom put his fingers in his mouth.

"Holy shit…"

It's all she can say, but he seems to understand.

"Sweetheart, you look a little restricted there." Angie gestures to his pants and bites her lip. "How about I get on my knees again, but this time you make yourself cum...while I watch…"

Tom almost does from her words alone. He watches as she kneels in front of again, looking at him with those innocent brown eyes.

"'M not gonna last long, love. Not with you looking up at me like that."

He takes himself out of his slacks and puts his left hand on the wall, slowly starting to pump himself with the right. "Shit…you look so sexy when you cum, baby. Love the sounds you made while I fucked that sweet pussy - mmm, fuck - with my fingers.

Angie drags her nails down his thighs and watches his mouth drop open. Tom's hand moves faster, twisting slightly when he slides over the flared head. She wants to taste him again, the salty, bitter tang of him becoming something she knows she'll crave.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me taste you again."

Tom growls and grabs a fistful of her hair. "Open."

Angie obeys immediately and a second or two later he throws his head back, her name falling from his lips as he spills into her mouth.

She makes sure not to miss a drop, closing her lips around the tip of his cock until he's too sensitive to handle it anymore. He's hunched over still, sweaty and panting, and Angie can't believe how sexy he looks like this. She rises to her feet and kisses him deeply.

"Did so well for me, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

Tom lets out a shaky breath and opens his eyes. "You're gonna be the death of me, love," He smiles lazily.

Since he's already partially undressed, Tom strips completely and throws on a t-shirt and sweats. "I don't know how long you plan to stay darling, but you can borrow some comfortable clothes if you want."

Angie goes on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, "actually…Jessy and I kind of already have things covered."

He rests his hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?"

She grins innocently, "well, see, Jessy also had a date tonight. Her and Chris are probably gettin' nasty just like we were, but anywho, she and I already told our parents that we were staying at the other's house."

Tom laughs and shakes his head. "You two are something else. Alright then, I'll let you pick out something to wear, and I'll make some popcorn for us to eat while we watch a movie."

Chris is about to lose his mind from the way Jessy's begging to go down on him. Her brilliant hazel eyes stare up at him as he swallows. "Okay, sweetheart. Let me take these off."

She scoots back and waits patiently while he takes his pants and boxers off, tossing them on the nearby chair carelessly.

Jessy tugs on his hand until he gets down on the floor with her. Dodger has moved to Chris’s bed so they have more room to spread out.

"Honey, why are we on the floor?"

"'Cause I want you to lay down. I wanna be able to touch all of you." She gently pushes him until he's laying on his back. His left hand cradles her cheek as her petite body hovers over his.

"Jessica…you know you're beautiful, right?" Chris brushes her hair back gingerly and admires her lovingly.

She casts her eyes down to his chest and draws little shapes with her fingertips. "Sweetheart, look at me."

She hesitates, and when she does, her eyes pool with tears. "I...I've never once felt like I was even remotely pretty. Every time I look at myself in the mirror I...I feel dirty." She blinks back tears and tries to sit up, but Chris’s grip is to strong. "I-I can't...I can't wash it off."

His heart constricts painfully at how broken she sounds. "What can't you wash off, baby?"

She lets out a choked sob, "h-him...all the times he… when he… I-I can't make it go away…"

Chris pulls her to his chest and turns them so she's laying on her side. "Shh. I've got you, sweet girl. He can't hurt you anymore. I won't let him. Not ever. You believe me, right?"

Her lip quivers and she inhales sharply. "Yes, but I don't understand why you even want me…," she closes her eyes and buries her head in the crook of his neck.

Chris holds her while she softly cries and pets her hair. "Jessy, why on Earth would you think such a thing? Why wouldn't I want you?"

"I'm tainted…"

Her voice is so small, almost inaudible. He wouldn't have even heard her if she wasn't this close to him. The moment the words leave her mouth he feels his heart break. He gently rolls her onto her back and props himself up on his arm.

"Oh, honey, no. Don't you dare think that way. Look at me, baby. I need you to look at me when I tell you this."

Jessy opens her eyes reluctantly and wipes the mascara off her cheeks.

"Jessica, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

She shakes her head no, and he frowns. "Yes. You. Are," he enunciates every word and kisses her lips gently. "The moment I laid my eyes on you at the park my whole world stopped. I had no idea anyone could be so damn pretty. I've been on this planet for forty years, and I've had my fair share of relationships. Hell, I'm a widower, baby."

Jessy's eyes snap up to his and her tiny hand caresses his cheek. "Chris…"

He silences her with another kiss. "I'm okay, sweetheart. She was sick, and as much as I wished she could stay, I didn't want her to suffer anymore." He kisses her forehead before continuing. "I'm telling you all of this because out of everyone I've ever been with, you are the only woman who's ever made me truly believe angels exist. I don't care how long it takes, but I will spend every day showing you just how beautiful you are...well, for as long as you'll let me anyway. I'll try my hardest to never hurt you."

Jessy gives him a tearful smile and kisses him hard. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me for being honest, honey. Now, I know you were dead set on continuing our little escapade, but I'm pretty tired. Can you sleep over? I don't wanna let you go just yet."

She nods and giggles, "yeah, about that, Angie and I kind of told a white lie."

He tilts his head in confusion, "what did you girls do this time?"

She rubs his chest and plays with the hair being mindful not to pull it. "We told our parents that we were staying at each other's houses since we both had dates tonight. She's probably suckin' face with Tom right now," she lets out a laugh and smiles up at him.

Chris beams at her, "there's my favorite smile. Well, I'm glad Tom's gettin' some too. I swear, that man's been single the entire time I've known him." He stands and scoops her up into his arms. "Ahh! Chris! I can walk, ya know."

"I know," he winks, "I just decided I'd rather carry you." Dodger lifts his head and shakes it back and forth, his tail wagging happily. "Hey, buddy, we gotta share the bed tonight, okay? Jessy is sleepin' over and you're gonna have to let her sleep in the middle. He yawns and curls up at the foot of the bed. "Good boy, Dodge."

Chris lays Jessy down and climbs under the covers beside her, pulling her into his arms again. "I had a wonderful evening and I'm excited to spend the day with you tomorrow," he whispers and kisses her lips softly.

"Me too," she snuggles closer and lays her head on his chest, his heartbeat thumping rhythmically against her temple. It only takes a few minutes before he hears her breathing even out, and he holds her a little tighter before closing his own eyes.

"Goodnight, sweet girl."

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agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 2 years

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POKER NIGHT

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

POKER NIGHT

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC), guess staring: Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan.

Summary: The guys need a 4th player for their poker night. This is placed after Annie moved in with Andy but before they started dating.

Warnings: NONE.

A/N: English is not my first language, any mistakes are my own.

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Word count: 970

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Another Friday night at the Barber’s household. But today it was not movie night as usual, no; today it was poker night. Meaning Anthony and Seb will be home eating and drinking their weight in pizza and beer.

“Maybe I could make you some snacks. Instead of just buying pizza.” Annie said as Jake, Andy and she sat eating lunch.

“Would you do that?” Andy asked curiously.

“If you want to, I mean I can look for something on YouTube and try to do it.”

“Yeah, that will be great, thank you!”

“Good! At what time will they be here?”

Annie spend her afternoon watching a couple of videos before starting cooking. She cooked some hot chicken wings, she made a corn jalapeño cheese dip for their chips, she also made some piggy in a blanket and potato wedges. It was simple, but she hoped the guys like it. She was setting everything on the counter of the kitchen when Andy walked in.

“Are you having a party that I don’t know about?”

“Why?”

“That’s a lot of food.”

“I’ve seen you guys eating for poker night. This is more than enough. Trust me.” The doorbell rang.

“Thank you,” Andy gave a kiss on her cheek, “Let me get that.”

“I’ll be upstairs.”

Seb walked into the kitchen carrying a box of beer when she saw the food on the counter.

“Did you hired a catering for this??”

“Wow!” Mackie saw everything, “Pizza was just fine. This totally makes us look bad, and now we have to put more effort when is our turn to hold poker night.”

“Annie made it.”

“Why?” Seb asked curiously as she took a potato wedge and dip it in the corn dip and bit it. “Oh my god! Don’t answer the question, this is delicious and I’m starving! She can do this every time she wants!” He took a plate and put a bit of everything.

“How is she?” Mackie asked.

“She is better, Jake says she is an honorary Barber now.”

“Maybe, just maybe, she could be a real Barber if you asked her out and marry her.” Seb commented.

“Shut up, or I’ll kick you out.” Seb and Anthony kept putting food in his plate “Aren’t we playing?” Andy said lifting his brow.

“Yeah!” Seb said, “I’m just getting ready. And no offense but you should totally tell her how you feel.”

“How you feel?” The three of them turn around entering the kitchen wearing her oversize t-shirt and biker shorts as pajamas.

“You know honey, it’s Friday, so I’m tired.” Andy said quickly.

“Oh, ok! Hello, boys! You like the food?”

“Delicious!” Mackie said as he bite a hot wing.

“Thank you for feeding us.” Seb said.

“No problem, I’m just graving some water and I’ll be off your neck.”

“Hey, wanna play?” Mackie asked.

“Ammm I don’t know how to play and its boys’ night, I don’t want to be in the way.”

“You can learn as we play and we could really use a fourth player.” Seb said cheerfully.

“I told you to invite Neil,” Andy said, “Not that I don’t want you to play with us honey, that’s not what I mean at all.”

“Alright,” Annie said, “I guess I could play.” They walked to the table, carrying their plates and beer. While Annie served some food and took her water with her. “Are we betting real money?”

“Of course!” The three of them said at the same time.

“Alright, the red chips are worth 1 dollar, the blue ones 2 dollars, the green are 5 dollars and the black ones 10 dollars.” Mackie said as he showed her the chips, and gave her 10 reds, 10 blues, 4 greens and 5 black. “A hundred for the lady.”

“Ok!” She took her chips and put them in little piles.

“And remember if you lose, at the end of the night you have to pay.” Seb said as he shuffled the deck and Annie nodded.

Andy explained quickly the basis of poker and then they told her she could ask as they play if she had questions or doubts. Seb dealt the card to each one of them and the game began.

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It was almost midnight. Seb turned the cards on the table, two kings, a four, and ace and a queen. “Pass.” Seb said throwing his two cards to the pile of chips.

“I’m in” Andy said.

“Me too. Ok, what you got?” Anthony said looking at Annie.

“Two kings” Annie said showing her cards. “That’s poker right?” the three men groaned, “Did I won again?”

“Yes, honey.”

“Awesome! I like this game!” she took all the chips in the middle of the table.

“You said you didn’t know how to play!” Mackie said.

“I bet she knew how to play and she lied to us!” Seb said.

“I didn’t lie! You are sore losers!”

“This is all your fault! “Hey, wanna play?”” Seb said as he imitate Anthony’s voice and Andy laughed.

“Mine?! You said we needed a fourth player!”

“Can we play again?” Annie said happily looking to the three men.

“No, the game is over, we are out of money.” Andy said. “We need to pay you. Come on guys, a hundred each.” They took out their wallets and gave her 3 hundred bills.

“Always a pleasure to make business with you gentlemen!” She stood up. “Don’t forget to clean everything before you leave,” She walked out of the kitchen as they started to pick up their plates when she came back, “If you ever need a fourth player again, don’t hesitate to ask me.” She winked at them and turned around. “Good night!”

“Good night!” Andy answered, “Next time we invite Neil.” Andy whispered looking at his friends and they nodded.

#andy barber #andybarber #andy x reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber fan fic #andy barber fic #anniejohnson #andyandannie #the nanny #Defending Jacob #defendingjacob

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seb-ass-tian-stan · 5 years

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touch | seb stan one shot

pairing: reader x co-star!seb

warnings: big fat fluff, anxiety, slow burn but NOT because it’s a one shot after all, romantic cheesy CRAP

a\n: started out as a headcanon, so it’s written in a weirdly casual way (for the most part). just a heads up! Also let me know what you think!!! Feel 100% free

Another note: I HATE it when writers don’t put an ‘under the cut’ link and i’ve already done that twice so im sorry!!!! Last time promise

You and seb have been acquaintances for a couple of years, met each other in a broadway production you both starred in, you were never super close. Just distant friends. After a while of not seeing him you two get to play in a second rendition of the show due to popular demand or something like that and you become friends again.

And as time goes by, with each rehearsal he suddenly sees something in you. Suddenly he realises his feelings for you. He looks at you and realises you’re more than a fair woman, you’re beautiful. The flaws that used to make you an average in his blind eyes now make you exactly what he sees as the ideal. Utter perfection.

But... Sebastian keeps it on the down low because he’s kind of embarrassed about all of that, as one would be.

His embarrassment mostly comes from him believing that you’re out of his league. I mean he knows he looks decent, more or less. But as for his personality, he never thought of himself as macho or suave and you’re ex was all that, so Seb doesn’t have the courage to make a move.

But listen to that; there are certain things that he just can’t control. Little small tiny hiccups.

Like, by example, when you two are rehearsing he’ll come wearing this, gorgeous, gorgeous, mens perfume that smells like heaven for all those attracted to the male species. And it’s most definitely on purpose.

One time, you two rehearse a Kiss ™, and out of nowhere, he takes his time. Just slightly more. And instead of looking into your eyes afterwards and holding you firmly as the once director directed, he looks down and blushes and just holds one of your hands ever so lightly. But it’s the lightness that gets you to really feel it. Surprisingly, or not, just your fingers brushing against each other has so much more impact than a firm grip of the body. God.

In the mornings he starts to bring you coffee. And he did that the first time you were working together, but now it’s Starbucks. You’re favourite brew - alongside these great dutch waffles they have.

He lives nowhere near a Starbucks.

And when all the actors are sitting down for some wine drinking and lighthearted conversations, he tries to sit as close to you as possible. If there’s a spot right next to you, it’s a jackpot. It really is.

So then, he sits next to you on the sofa and your knees keep brushing. He looks at them and then at you - back and forth. You’re unbothered, invested instead in the conversation with your co-star across the room.

So he stays as is.

On another similar occasion he even puts his arm behind you. not to get your attention or to let you know he’s flirting, God no! Simply because he likes to be close to you and feel your body warmth on him. The moment you’d notice, he would move his arm and apologise, as he rehearsed in his mind.

You laugh and sit back on his arm. He doesn’t pull it away, he’s afraid to do any sharp movements - if he’s afraid to touch you - it’s a signal he wants to, isn’t it? All those thoughts get his mind spinning and he’s super anxious and he hates himself for that. He didn’t do anything dramatic, nothing too risky, and he’s already sweaty. And you can kinda sense it.

You look back and he swallows his spit and blushes. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”, and he wants to say all is well. more than well. That you’re beautiful and smell nice and he’s lucky to feel you against him. But you lean forward and return to your chattering, not before flashing a lazy and ingenuine smile. But he’ll take it!!

One time, he gets a facetime call from his mum as you two are waiting for rehearsal to start. Something inside him (most likely the something that considers you to be one of the focal points of his life at moment - his heart) tells him to introduce you two. You and his mother.

So after turning the camera to the green room to show Georgetta the place he was spending most his time at, he turns it back and then to his side, to you. To unbothered, distracted, nonchalant, cool, beautiful, funny, dreamy you.

You say hello. You say hello and then giggle a bit. And that little insecure fuck takes it as a “that was really weird of you” giggle. So he turns the phone to his other side and introduces his mum to a “stage-crew-assistant-person-kinda” while he’s sowing together a few bold coloured garmets, and then goes, “So yah... we’re all good friends here!”, and his mind goes full on survival mode and starts looking for a way out of the situation.

One day... You two finish late. You tell him in a casual manner that you’re going home by foot. The little idiot says, “Great, goodnight!”, with an appropriate idiot smile, so you start walking away.

But the minute you step outside the venue, his calls your name and asks if you want him to walk you. It’s the bravest he’s ever been near you, and your oblivious ass goes haha sure weird flex but ok ! :-).

At the first 3 minutes you two are kinda silent, which is awkward for the both of you - but so so so much more for him. It’s painful.

But then, you start talking about the hot weather outside and that leads to talking about how much you love winter and miss it. And your descriptions of the cold weather send Sebastian back to his childhood so much it makes his nostrils expand because he can almost smell the rain.

The conversation suddenly gets deep. Without him even trying, which makes him excited. It reconfirms his now strong feelings for your cuteass.

He tells you about winter in romania which leads to his escaping from communism story which leads to talking about the human condition and the meaning of life. And it’s wonderful and he’s not that scared anymore, it’s like talking to his best friend.

Before you know it it’s 4AM and you’ve been sitting on your buildings stairs for about 2 hours. You frankly wanna end the conversation because you have a long day tomorrow but he talks so freely and he’s never been like that with you before —he opens up and it shouldn’t ever be interrupted, it being such a rare thing to occur. So you listen carefully and start to notice;

The way his lips move is to be put in a museum of modern art. He is so invested in the story so his hands move magestically to further convey it, and they’re big and manly and he looks so handsome, you feel like you just met him. Your hearts literally flutters and you hope he never finishes the story because when it’s your turn to speak, you’ll have nothing to say but hello, nice to meet you.

And—“Wow,” you think, “What was that?”. Now your mind is racing.

You aren’t aware of his own loving and anxious thoughts so you do everything you can to surpress your own.

You both are surprised by that time. You’re surprised by the fact that this beautiful man with the great deal of talent and an even greater deal of sex appeal agrees to stay in your presence for so long.

He is surprised by the exact same thing. This treasure of a woman sitting beside him and listening to him. Not to mention, he’s surprised by himself, feeling comfortable to talk for so long!

All of a sudden he’s aware of how much talking he’s been doing and he stops. “-I’ve been talking for so long. Oh god, sorry.”

He reaches to put his hand on your own (which rests on your thigh) as he says the word “Sorry”. But his body stops him and he only puts it on her knee.

Then again, it’s also so painfully intimate. A mistake. His mind says go back but he doesn’t. He freezes.

The sun starts to rise as the street clock says 4:55, and you see him now much clearer. You smile at Sebastian while a person that works for the city in cleaning its streets walks past you two.

Your hand was now voluntarily resting on his.

He finishes swiping some leaves away and looks at you two, and, with an incredibly apologising look, asks to get up because he should swipe off some dirt and dust of off the stairs you’ve been on for 2 hours.

You do so and look away while he does his craft so you don’t make him uncomfortable by staring at him. Sebastian has such great manners, you think to yourself. But it wasn’t manners—it was a pure heart—you’ll find later in life.

The elderly man turns around and thanks you two for your patience. He rarely encountered something like that in the streets of New York.

“You two are charming. Have a good morning.”

Sebastian nods to him in thanks and the man walks away. No words needed to be exchanged now in order for you to figure the situation out. No words needed. The sun was now high enough to light the street up and you saw everything so very clear - the both of you.

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Rose Coloured Boy - [4/11]

Summary: Sebastian Stan & Eleanor Egan spent the better part of six years being the European outcasts of Rockland Country Day School. Despite growing through their teens as best friends, college soon broke down their friendship until nothing remained. Ten years later, a turn of events in a city as large as New York City, finds them running in the same social circles once again with nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Pairing: Sebastian Stan x OFC Word Count: 3.5k Masterlist / Story Background / Playlist / AO3 A/N: Apologies for how long it’s taken to post this, it’s been sat in my drafts for a few weeks but part 5 isn’t quite finished and I vowed I wouldn’t post this until it was. I’m planning to upload a timeline to accompany this series too which will be updated after each part to allow the readers to keep up with what has happened so far. Part 3 // Part 5

Sebastian had often dwelled on the ‘non-committal’ ending to his friendship with Eleanor in the years that followed their high school graduation that summer of ’01. He refers to it as non-committal simply because it faded and fizzled, like the flickering flame reaching the end of a match or the disintegration of a sunset haze into the night air. It hadn’t seemed as life changing back then, at least not on a scale either of them would have anticipated, he hadn’t thought much about her not being by his side during his college graduation or when he got his first television gig. He’d moved on and made new friends by then despite the friendship they’d both carried with them through their teens.

The fade just happened with dwindling phone calls and visits until suddenly there was nothing left but hazy teenage memories that Sebastian thought of too often in his late twenties.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 2001 By the time October had rolled around, Sebastian had settled in very well at Rutgers University; he was full of energy, wide eyed eagerness and the prospective thrill of an opportunity to study in London during his degree. Being surrounded by so many likeminded people, striving for the same goals him, had been far less nerve-wracking and competitive than he’d anticipated, and far more exhilarating and stimulating. In a nutshell, Sebastian was happy, more than happy. He’d checked in with Eleanor biweekly since the start of the semester, not wanting to miss a detail of her own college experience, despite the small distance separating them both. They may have been living in the same state, the same city for that matter, but it may as well have been the other side of the country for the lack of free time they both seemed to have. It had been a conscious decision for Sebastian to remain living in New York during his college studies, the commute to New Jersey was small enough for him to not have to leave the state behind, he wanted to experience life in the thick of the city, the place he knew he was likely to get his big break. If he ever did that is. The moment they’d both received their acceptance letters, they’d begun weighing up the pro’s and con’s of living together, we’d get to see each other more often and spend more time together versus I don’t want you to grow sick of me or to cause any fights. We don’t have to live with someone we don’t know versus it might do us good to know more people and make more friends. We can study together and run lines without having to leave our own apartment versus I won’t be able to look you in the eye the mornings after you have sex. The prospect of sharing their college experience together, living under the same room, behaving like they were in some mediocre sitcom, sounded fun, of course it did, what best friends didn’t want to live together? But they’d spent the better part of the last five years in each other’s pockets, eating lunch, studying, making friends with the same peers, attending acting camp. College was a time for new experiences, new friends, new traditions, and neither of them were prepared to put their own wants, and needs, above doing what was right for the other. Sebastian knew Eleanor would flourish at Tisch in the theatre program, she’d dazzle everyone like she’d dazzled him back when he was a naive thirteen-year-old, you’re gonna make it big time he’d told her in a silly blanket fort in her bedroom the evening before they moved into their new apartments. He wasn’t standing in her way, he wasn’t going to be the reason she didn’t thrive on her own. His heart was too full of love to keep her from achieving what he knew she could. And Eleanor? Sebastian may not have known it, but she made the decisions she did, from long before college, to many months down the road, simply because she felt just as he did, she wasn’t stopping him from doing anything she knew he was capable of. And their biggest fear of all? It was the thought of putting an irreparable strain on their relationship and causing resentment somewhere down the line. Everything was fine the way it was, so why jeopardise that? Oh, the irony of their eighteen-year-old decision. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* October 2001 Fall had never looked as beautiful as it had done at that point in time. It had very little to do with the surroundings of campus, or this side of New Jersey, and more to do with the feelings and emotions fall brought with the changing times of this point in Sebastian’s life. Browning leaves crunched under foot and the air was cooler than it had been a few weeks prior, the humidity had dulled to nothing, allowing for an extra layer to be worn, yet warm enough to forgo a coat. Fall had settled a content feeling in his bones, like the warmth of a coffee shop on a rainy day, the ending of a good novel, a cuddle on the sofa during a film. Sebastian hadn’t felt this good in a long while. He could still remember that day he walked out of his campus building and saw his best friend standing there with an enormous grin and two coffees in hand. She was a breath of fresh air, even on a great day. He’d scooped her up into his arms, mindful of the beverages she tried to angle away from him, and he held her there for a minute or so. It had been a month of texting and calling, when they had the time, but christ had he missed having her right there in front of him. She squeezed him a little tighter and then let go, her hand outstretched to offer him a cup. “Just how you like it, at least I hope it still is,” she teased. “You shouldn’t have, but thank you, I really need this. All of this” “Long day?” “I guess you could say that, although I don’t know how, it’s barely four.” Eleanor hummed in agreement, and gulped a mouthful of her drink, “I hear you, it can be so draining, I’m pretty much sleeping every chance I get.” “Sleep? Sorry, no clue who, or what, that is.” His eyebrows scrunched, and he laughed, trying to make light of the fact he was beyond exhausted this early into the semester, even though he knew classes weren’t entirely to blame. Instead of joining in the humour, her face appeared more concerned, she always worried about him, no matter what, “You better be taking time for yourself, and resting, Stan.” “Yes mom.” “I see Rutgers haven’t taught you any manners yet, you heathen.” That ridiculous smirk had been perfected on his face throughout his mildly growing confidence, “They’ve taught me plenty, I just don’t want you thinking they changed me too much.” “Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night, honey.” “Hey, so I know this was supposed to be just us, but my friends kinda wanna meet you so I said they could join us,” he scrunched his face and clenched his teeth in anticipation, “is that okay?” If she wasn’t okay with it, she didn’t let it show, instead she nodded with a smile and continued to drain her coffee, “Of course it is, the more the merrier, eh?” Eleanor kicked up the leaves in his direction and laughed as he retaliated. Yeah, they were just fine. *-*-*-*-*-* No time had been wasted that afternoon, he’d found Eleanor’s eagerness for being shown around the Mason Gross campus all too endearing, wanting a peak into his lecture rooms and seeing where he spent his time. She’d wanted to absorb everything about this place and what it was offering her friend. She’d made no secret of her curiosity and vast interest in the space around her. Later that afternoon, on the train journey they shared home, she rested her head on his shoulder and told him how she couldn’t wait to return the favour and show him her grounds sometime soon. Eleanor wanted to link arms with him and point to every new room that had become her life and share that special place with him too. She’d been hesitant to admit it aloud, but there were times she really wished they’d applied for the same colleges. As for his classmates, they were the friendliest and most welcoming bunch, well mostly, which had been a shock to him in the beginning. He’d been expecting far too many loud personalities that clashed, and a bucketload of bitchiness to boot, but thankfully everything was travelling smoothly in that area and along the way he’d made a good group of friends, bold hard workers. There were just four of them, but it was an equal and fair number, there was no shouting to make your voice heard, but enough to bounce off each other and bring out the best in one another. He’d been excited, and nervous, in equal measures, to introduce them to Eleanor. What if they didn’t like her? Unlikely. What if she didn’t like them? Would that change his opinion towards them too? He feared it would. Watching them interact had quelled his anxiety regarding the situation, quick to realise there had been nothing to worry about. As usual, she looked comfortable and natural being a part of their group and he couldn’t refrain from wondering if she’d always look so at peace in every area of his life. Would she always fit in? Was this how life would be? What happens if it isn’t? What happens if she stops being able to slot herself into his life? Where does that leave him? He left all of these questions unanswered for the time being and decided it wasn’t worth thinking about when everything was still as he knew it should be. He’d like to bury his head in the sand a little longer. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* New Year’s Eve, December 2001 Finding yourself blind drunk on a Monday night was never a recipe for success, no matter how good the last vodka tasted as he knocked it back. He’d promised Eleanor a night with his new college friends though, and let it be known, Sebastian Stan is a man of his word. He distinctly remembered being a little too insistent that his flatmate Jared celebrated the New Year with them after sinking a few glasses of something positively vile tasting. It was all Eleanor’s fault really, she had a penchant for drinking anything she could get her hands on, no matter how cheap it was or how much it tasted like paint stripper. Sebastian remembered all too clearly how lovely she looked that evening, Tisch was treating her very well indeed and that smile on her face seemed more permanent than he’d ever recalled seeing it. She was radiant, and it was screwing with his head a little too much. He hadn’t been able to dwell on it for long though, four of his new peers had loudly come knocking on his apartment door, arms laden with alcohol he didn’t even question them procuring. He figured he didn’t need to know. The last to arrive had been his girlfriend, Katy, an average height, fiery red headed, girl he’d met in class. He’d been hesitant to invite her along for the celebrations, no one knew her all too well, but she was alone in the city and he couldn’t bear to let her spend the holiday alone. He wasn’t that kind of guy. So, she’d joined in, making nice with everyone occupying the apartment, charming those she hadn’t met and acquainting herself further with those she had. Katy was radiant, and Sebastian’s feelings were a little off kilter when he saw how well she was getting along with Eleanor. Perhaps this all had been a little too much for him to handle. Instead of openly acknowledging it, he turned the music louder, grabbed a few more bottles from the seemingly endless collection on the kitchen counter, and began offering it around like the kind host he had convinced his friends he could be. The night had whirled by in a blur, all knocking back drink after drink, whilst trying to perform (mostly) godawful renditions of mixed compilation CD’s Jared was powering through. Eleanor had collared Sebastian the moment he tried to sit down on the sofa, he really ought to have known he wouldn’t be able to escape at least a duet throughout of the course of the evening, she was certainly one to make sure of that. And for all of Sebastian’s make-believe confident facade he boasted to his friends from time to time, he was very thankful for all the vodka in his system that baited his anxiety of singing in front of his friends. He still made a mental note to plan his payback when she was least suspecting. Eleanor pressed next on the CD player and threw her head back in amusement as the opening bars of Billy Joel rang throughout the apartment. Like a rehearsed collaboration, they took the song line by line, alternating the parts like they’d done many times over the past few years, with earphones stuffed in their ears, listening through Eleanor’s walkman in a fort of pillows and blankets. He could at least be grateful she’d chosen something he knew like the back of his hand. Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat At night he becomes a bartender He works at Mr. Cacciatore's down on Sullivan Street Across from the medical center Yeah and he's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillac You oughta know by now And if he can't drive with a broken back At least he can polish the fenders Humoured cheers and claps and yells filled the ending of the song and the pair laughed into each other necks at how silly they enjoyed being together. “C’mon guys, the countdown!” There was no feeling of justification when the knot in Sebastian’s stomach tightened upon seeing them together. It didn’t matter who kissed who, who was sleeping together or who were friends or not, it wasn’t his business. It shouldn’t matter that, through a drunken chorus of Auld Lang Syne, Eleanor & Jared hadn’t stopped for air despite their sloppy, giggly mouths barely keeping in sync. There were catcalls and jeers, but they were blissfully unaware, seemingly unaware of whatever was happening, or falling apart, around them. He was sobering rapidly, or at least he felt as though he was, until Katy hesitantly pulled him in for a kiss and he felt like his knees were ready to give way. And they did, his body momentarily slumped in his girlfriend’s arms before he righted himself and held onto her, wanting to keep her safe from the betrayal of his body and confused thoughts that were rushing through his mind at a mile a minute. Pull yourself together, Sebastian. Don’t do this again. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* May 2002 ‘I’ve got the lead role!!!’ Sebastian was ecstatic when he’d received the news that he’d been cast as the leading role in a college production, this was his time to prove his worth, and his talent, to more than his classmates, it was something to be proud of. The moment he’d heard, he couldn’t resist texting Eleanor to inform her, she’d hyped him up so much prior to his audition, and the evening before the cast was schedule to announced, it meant a lot to share this with her. ‘I knew you’d do it, superstar! Don’t forget me when you’re famous. So proud of you’ Little did he know, a few hours later, no amount of lead roles could stop him from the hollow feeling that was about to settle in his stomach. “Seba,” that was all Sebastian could make out from her broken sobs on the other end of the telephone line. “You’re scaring me, El. What’s happened?” “I’m leaving next week.” “Leaving where?” “New York, - America. I’m going back to England.” And just like that, the bottom of Sebastian’s world just about gave way. He almost couldn’t breathe at the thought of her leaving, the thought of her, not only not being in the same state, but not even the same country. Most of all, he noticed how she’d stopped referring to England as home, like she viewed her place in the US as her home now, right where he was. “What- I don’t understand, why? You can’t just leave.” “My grandfather’s too ill, Seb. The doctors don’t think he’ll last the summer, and we can’t sit thousands of miles away waiting for him to go, we need to be with the family.” “I’m really sorry - I didn’t - I knew he was bad, but I didn’t think it would be so soon, I thought you all had more time.” “We did too, but he can’t hang on forever. Everyone needs us more than ever.”

“When will you be back?” “When he’s gone, I presume. God, I feel sick even thinking about it,” she choked out a sob and sniffled, her throat cleared to try to keep her emotions under control, but it was useless, Sebastian could hear her heartbreak as clear as day. And he couldn’t do a thing to help her. Being back in her home country felt more foreign than America ever had despite the years she’d spent growing up there. The world there felt so small, she’d outgrown it all and it was borderline suffocating. She missed New York more than she has anticipated. But she was right where she was supposed to be, this she had told Sebastian a few times over the past two weeks. He could hear the exhaustion in her voice every time they spoke, despite how limited, and short, their calls were. Everything about this situation was draining. “Stay safe, okay? I can’t look after you when we’re an ocean apart.” However, the more weeks that passed, the less their contact remained, which in itself had become a drain on them both. Calls full of sadness, missing each other, hating how life was panning out around them. The calls became less frequent, proving to be far too expensive to keep up with, and poor timing played a part too, mostly when Sebastian was out with his other friends, creating a situation too loud and disruptive to hold a five-minute conversation. And even when they did try to reach one another, they were mostly met with voicemails which turned into multiple missed calls. Emails became few and far between and Sebastian was beginning to lose all hope in any remaining contact. It felt like a lost cause. She’d been away two months when all communication ceased. His calls remained unanswered, emails ignored, text messages unread and then he realised she wasn’t coming back home any time soon. It was the not knowing what was going on with her that caused him the most stress and upset. Was she okay? Has her grandfather passed? Was she grieving? Has she given up on me? He didn’t want to think selfishly, but he was confused and hurt by her radio silence. By the time late August rolled around, college had started again, and he poured himself into his studies and his friends, hoping she would give him a sign sooner or later, but he’d somewhat resigned himself to the fact this was it. At least for now. So, he’d stopped hovering his thumb over the call button on her contact, he’d caught himself walking in the direction of her apartment and stopped and turned the other way, he tried to continue with his life like she was taking a very long leave of absence, which in a way, he supposed she was. But for how long, he didn’t know. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* “Eleanor.” “Hi, Sebastian,” there had been hundreds of things he’d wanted to ask her over the years, with a hundred more answers he’d anticipated, but he was at a loss for words. His mind was blank. How was this possible? Eleanor’s expression left him feeling uncomfortable and he couldn’t move, nor look away. Instead, she dropped her head and her eyes lowered to his shoes before closing. He could still read her just as well as he could a decade ago, and that was a far odder thought than he thought it would have been. The thought that had sent his head reeling was, despite all that had happened, and how much he had missed her terribly, he didn’t know how he felt seeing her again. Was he happy? Was he sad? Was he angry? Was he relieved? Or had he reached the ambivalent stage? Whatever he deduced his feelings be, either tonight or years down the line, he’d have to get used to having her around again even if for the sake of his friends. That was if she’d even stick around this time. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Rose Coloured Boy tags: @lovingfionn, @lowdenglynnstyles, @outofworkactress, @prettyboytgc, @ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes, @kyber-hearts-and-stardust-souls

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jbreenr · 3 years

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Stunt –Sebastian Stan

Pairing: sebastian stan × reader

Summary: shooting a fight shouldn't be as difficult for two professional actors.

Word count: 3.4k

Warning: poorly written smut (+18 only, please), mild degradation, choking, oral sex (f receiving), explicit language, semi-public sex (???), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), this is a rpf so don't read if you're not comfortable with it.

A/N: after watching the assembled of tfatws and olli haaskivi's post about being chocked by the metal arm, inspiration hit me so, yeah. also, this is for @buckyownsmylife because she insisted that i should start writing and, how am i supposed to say no to her? i hope this thing makes sense and you like it at least a little. Lack of vocabulary, grammatical and orthographic mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.

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“It is simple,” Kari, the director, started explaining. “while Anthony struggles to separate John from Karli in the background, you and Sebastian will have a little fight over here.” she gestured with her hands as she spoke. “After she tries to knock you out, you take her with you and corner her against that wall…”

Sebastian’s eyes followed every move the woman did, absorbing the information she was giving.

You were about to shoot a scene for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier and you were nervous. Not only because it was your first fighting sequence ever since you landed in Prague, but also because you were supposed to do all the maneuvers of your character. According to Kari, it was going to be a single, long and intricate shot, which made it impossible for the stunts to do it themselves.

After talking to the choreographer and making one vague demonstration with Sebastian, you practiced all week, moving left to right in the reduced space of your room, kicking the air, jumping around and failing miserably when you slipped off the edge of the bed more times than you cared to admit.

Only when you understood that you wouldn’t be able to do it alone, you tried asking Sebastian to help you with some movements in which his body was required. Of course, he was busier than he'd be in other circumstances, now playing one of the biggest roles of the show, and told you that he'd for sure help you later.

Later quickly turned to tomorrow and then to next week but you were fine with it, you knew his schedule was tight and if he was not working, he was probably getting some well deserved rest.

Insisting was something you thought of doing, of course, but changed your mind the day you bumped into John, his stuntman, and he offered to help you.

He was really funny and you enjoyed spending time with him. He knew his job. He taught you some tricks for when you needed punch someone or when you had to fall backwards and not break your neck in the process, but most importantly, he knew how to make the practicing seasons less awkward in that singularly difficult part.

“… And then you throw her to the mat. Got it?”

“Yeah, it's gonna be fun.”

Kari turned to you with a smile on her face. “Are you ready?” she asked, oblivious to the fact that you had been lost in your thoughts for the last few minutes.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.” You reciprocated her smile.

Your eyes followed her as she walked away to sit on her chair. Behind her, you visualized John waving at you and giving you two thumbs up, signaling that he was there to cheer and support you.

“Hey,” Sebastian’s voice caught your attention. “Are you okay?” You looked at him in the eye and nodded. You were okay, only not sure if you were going to do a good job. “Don't worry, just imagine you're doing it with John.” And with that, he left you to go to his initial position.

His words stuck in your head for longer than they should have. The way he said them was… how was it? Strange was the best definition you could think of.

Pushing the thought to the back of your mind, you walked to the blue X marked next to a wooden table in the other side of the room.

“And action!” Kari said, bringing the set to life.

Erin and Wyatt started with the last part of their argument when Anthony appeared to start with Sam’s speech about knowing what Karli had been through. “Captain,” said the director. “your turn.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Wyatt spat a tired comment and went to take the non existent shield in his back, unleashing hell… at least for the characters.

Their fight had just started when Sebastian approached them, prosthetic metal arm and all, to make his part helping Sam.

“Now!” Erin’s, well, Karli’s order worked as your clue to enter the scene, running straight to Sebastian to put him away from the others.

Unlike Erin, you were not wearing a mask. Your character was supposed to be hidden, ready and waiting for Karli’s instructions in case things went wrong.

Grey walls and blurry faces spun before your eyes as you whirled and jumped, pretending to punch and kick Sebastian.

The camera moved from Wyatt’s face to Erin who took off her mask and threw it to your direction, bringing the attention of the camera to you.

It went from your feet to your arms that grazed Sebastian's as if you two were in the middle of a dance. The lens, now focusing on Bucky’s arm.

Your hair, that had started tied up in a bun, was now loose thanks to the choreography and its intensity.

One of your boots touched Sebastian's ankle and he fell to his knee, you went back a few inches.

“Two more steps and your fist, Y/N.” Kari indicated. The colorful marks on the floor, agreeing with her.

You did as she said, moving your arm towards Sebastian’s face. He took your fisted hand in his, stood up and easily dragged you with him near to the closest wall. After all, he was too, playing a super soldier.

Your knuckles barely touched his chest and he staggered as if it actually had hurt him.

“Yes!” Hearing John saying that in the distance, you did your best to hide a smile. That part had been complicated while rehearsing but you just managed to make it look real.

With more straight that you anticipated, Sebastian's hand, the one with the fake metal arm, gripped your throat and walked you to the wall, slamming your back to it with a dry thud. A heavy and almost inaudible whimper fell from your lips, surprising both Sebastian and you, your eyes connecting instantly with his.

His palm was firm on you, the supposed-to-be vibranium glove slowly warming against your body heat and the end of the sleeve pressing against your pulse point.

Despite the barrier between his fingertips and your flesh, he could feel your rapid heartbeats and the way your breathing increased in speed by the second. His eyes, now following a drop of sweat that rolled down your cheek and fell from your jaw to the shirt you were wearing.

His fingers tightened their grip on you so mildly that the rest of the crew didn’t register it. For a split second you felt like your body was burning, as if he had poured gasoline on you and threw a match at your feet, waiting for you to turn to ashes.

“Now, straddle him.” That was the second time Kari’s voice brought you back to reality that day.

If you were not sure you’d be able to perform what was next before, you now knew you were about to screw it up.

The camera guy walked a few steps back to have a better view and when he stopped, you sweeped your arm under Sebastian’s to free yourself. He looked as deconcentrated as you were seconds prior.

He was quick to come to his senses and moved his leg to the front to help you climb his body like a koala. His right hand, hidden from the camera behind his torso, held your hip to keep you from falling.

Putting a leg on his shoulder, you pushed yourself up to bring your whole body to be on top of him, quite literally.

When you executed that part with John, there had been no problems; no complications while climbing him, no accidents while putting you down, no your inconvenient and unexpected arousal pooling between your legs almost touching his nose thanks to the closeness your current position had you in.

You tried to keep your intimate parts as far from his face as possible, with your ankles buried near his neck, the sides of your parted legs held by him and an annoying pang on your lower back caused by the, in your opinion, extremely necessary lean of your torso.

He walked a few steps away from the wall, trying to stop you from strangle him with your thighs.

One of your hands was on your knee steadying yourself, the other was taking a handful of his hair in a desperate attempt of your character to make him let go of your legs, and your hair kept covering your peripheral sight when you heard Sebastian inhale. A sharp and deep breath that ran down your spine. The moment he exhaled and looked up at you, your legs lost strength instantly.

“Shit” was all you said before you lost balance and felt your back hit the cold concrete, kicking the air out of you.

The entire set froze, people stopping whatever they were doing as soon as Kari screamed “Cut!” She and a few others approached you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” John asked as he leaned to help you get up. “What happened? You nailed that part this morning.”

Gazing at Sebastian, you saw him looking everywhere but in your direction.

“Well, it was just… not the same.”

“Timing is everything in these cases.”

You heard Sebastian telling Kari that he’d be right back, to which she said, “Alright, people, let’s take a break and then we’ll try it again!”

“I’ll go to fix my hair for take two.” You informed your friend and headed towards the dressing rooms, he went right behind you.

The walk was not long, and still, John found the time to scold you for not following his instructions in your last jump. Little did he know that was not the problem.

“Let’s just say that it is easier to do it with you.” You said, walking inside the room, leaving him laughing as you closed the door.

You were the only person there, the hair and makeup team nowhere to be seen. Sighing, you took off the hair tie and with a comb, started brushing your tangled locks.

Without warning, the door swung open revealing an exasperated and apparently angry Sebastian. With the look he was giving to you, he only needed the black mask to be the Winter Soldier.

“So, is that it?” he shortened the distance between you two with slow steps. “You prefer to work with Nania than with me? Is that why you were so uncomfortable while we were ‘fighting’?” his fingers making quotation marks.

With every step he took, you did the same, except backwards. When the back of your thighs hit the table in front of the mirrors, you moved to the side, approaching the door, ready to excuse yourself and run back to set.

You should have been faster, though.

Just as your fingers grazed the knob, his were already on you, holding you by the neck and slightly depriving you from your air supply. Only then you realized he was still wearing the metal arm.

“Is that why you'd rather it being him you're shooting that scene with?” his eyes were on fire, his beautiful features distorted by a grimace. “You like having his face between your legs?” Your breath hitched, this time for a reason beyond his fingers touching you. His words, having an effect they shouldn't have had in your body.

“Why do you care?” Your question, followed by his grip loosening a bit. “You didn’t have time to practice with me so he did it for you.”

His mouth molded into an incredulous smile and the laugh he let out had no humor on it.

“You really think that, don’t you?” With the back of his other hand, he caressed your cheek. The difference between his touches, making you tremble. “I kept delaying our practices because I knew that once you got your legs on my shoulders again, there'd be no going back.”

Your confused expression seemed to amuse him. He reduced the distance between your bodies to zero.

Bucky's suit was cold against the thin material of your shit, you felt his belt pressing in your stomach and something else right below making contact with your lower belly.

“And apparently, you felt the same way.” The hand that was tracing your jaw descended to your clavicle, passing by the space between your breasts and went down until reaching your cargo pants.

Your head was spinning, how did you get in that position? Why were you trapped against a wall again? But the most important question was, why were you enjoying it? “Sebastian--.”

“Shhhhh.” he shushed you. “Instead of saying whatever you were going to say, tell me,” his fingers found their way under your panties. “do all men that ever had you wrapped around them get you this wet?”

You snapped out of your trance. Bringing all your strength to your arms, you pushed him back successfully, no super soldier serum needed. “How dare you?”

“I dare.” The bluntness of his voice was shown when his fingers found your throat again and squeezed harder this time. “Don't act like you didn't like it when I did exactly this back there.” He repeated the action and your hands caught his wrist. A whimper, betraying your resistance. “Was it what made you all bothered that you couldn't handle me being so close to your sweet little cunt?” Cold air hit your legs. He somehow managed to unbutton your pants and drag them down until they were pooling around your boots. “Or was it the memory of John doing it what baffled you?”

You were out of words. Not only because his grip on you was still there, but also because you couldn't find a coherent answer to all of his questions. Not that it'd matter.

“I think I hit the nail on the head. ”His fingers moved your underwear to the side and parted your lips to start rubbing your clit in slow circles.

Your head turned to the right trying to suppress a moan, and you panicked. The door was still opened. Even when you two were covered behind it, someone could so easily enter and witness the show.

“Please.” You murmured.

“'Please', what?” You didn't know. You didn't know if you were asking him to stop his hand or to keep it moving.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, the idea of someone walking on you, moistening Sebastian’s hand more. His low chuckle hitting you in the face.

“Just… please.”

His fingers left your center and you almost yelled at him, the only things stopping you were the sight of him taking them in his mouth, groaning as he did so, and the force his other arm was still holding you with.

"You know?" His fingers slowly left your throat and traveled down your body until reaching your panties. "When I first saw you, I never thought you'd be so desperate to be filled up that you'd let the first guy that was nice to you have a taste." He yanked the piece of fabric down. “Let alone the one that bruised your beautiful skin and gets paid for it, too.”

The implications of his words should have made you kich him for real and leave him there to think about how he was going to apologize, but they didn’t. Instead, they planted you in that room like a tree, waiting for his next move.

You felt numb, your arms and legs tickling in anticipation as he fell to his knees.

“Who would have thought that you were such a whore?” He didn't even give you time to refute with his soft lips already pressing against your needy clit.

His hands opened your legs as far as possible and brought one of them to his shoulder, bending it and hitting the wall with your boot sole, surely leaving a dark stain.

At this point, you were probably delusional, too caught up in the pleasure that you could have sworn he was drawing the alphabet with his tongue.

A loud groan rumbled in the room the second his teeth lightly bit you. You covered your mouth with the back of your arm and prayed that there was no one outside to hear.

“Quiet, sweetheart.” His hot breathing hit your nub as he spoke, his lips grazing your sensitive flesh. “Don't want anyone knowing we're in the middle of a…” He left a soft kiss in your inner thigh. “conversation.”

“Ironic,” You almost whispered. “Considering how much I want you to shut up right now.”

The expression on his face had your hips involuntarily reaching for him.

“Your wish is my command.”

He resumed his assault with sloppy kisses and long stripes of his tongue from your center to your clit. The wet sound of his lips covered in your juices, obscene. The scratch of his beard having you seeing stars. The low cries leaving your mouth and the grip of your hand in his hair, motivating him to keep going.

Out of the sudden, his tongue entered you, making you jump and ripping a groan from your insides. You bit your lip to prevent it from happening again.

“Y/N, you there?” a fememine voice called for you.

Your shocked eyes found Sebastian’s, who, unbothered, continued with the task in hand, as if he didn’t understand the dangerous predicament you were in.

“Yes. Yes, I'm here.” You said, with the steadiest tone Sebastian's tongue allowed you to.

“Karli's looking for you. You better be ready in five.”

You could see her shadow peeking inside the room. She was four steps away from finding out. Three, the slight growth of it told you.

“Yeah, I'm--” Sebastian drawed away and you felt relief. But it didn’t last long. His finger quickly replaced his tongue and began moving in and out, hitting that spot everytime, making you gasp. Soon after, he added a second finger, making sure to be as silent as possible. “I'm coming.”

“Sweet!” the girl said. “Hurry up.”

You heard the door closing and internally thanked her for it as the sound of her footsteps faded.

“Shit.” You rested your head in the wall. “That was close.”

“Not the only thing that was close, though.” He observed, scissoring his fingers inside of you. The spontaneous action, surprising you.

With renewed speed, he moved his arm, circling his wrist and bringing his mouth to your clit once again. Your hips involuntarily jolted forward and his left hand went to rest in your stomach, pushing and stopping you from moving. He licked and slurped with such a ferocity that your release hit you with no warning. A silent scream reduced to a mewl ringing in your ears. Your body on flames again. It was as if he had activated the fire alarm but closed the windows to prevent the smoke from leaving the place.

For the first time that day, you didn’t question the fact that you were against a wall. Actually, you were happy it was there to hold you.

Sebastian stood up and with the back of his sleeve, cleaned the mess around his beard. You just pulled your clothes up.

“Oh, no, no, no. I’m not done with you yet.”

He towered in front of you, trapping your smaller body and hindering you from getting properly dressed again.

“B-but, I have to go back to the set and…”

“‘And’ nothing.” He reached for his belt, having it gone in a second and lowering his own pants along with his pair of boxers. “I told you there’ll be no going back.”

“No, I'm serious.” Your trembling hand set on his chest, trying to maintain some necessary distance. “I only have five minutes to get ready. Plus, I'm sure they're looking for you as well.”

“Five minutes?” he asked with a chuckle, ignoring the rest of your babbling. “I can make you cum again in three.”

“But--” His lips were on you before you processed it.

The kiss was sloppy, full of need and desire. The taste of yourself in his tongue, making you forget why you were so worried.

Not knowing what to do with your hands, you placed them in his shoulders, gripping the thick material of the suit. Meanwhile, he blindly got rid of your right boot, took your foot out of your pants and yanked your leg to rest it on his hip.

“God, I have wanted to do this for so long.” he said in between kisses.

You giggled, catching his attention. “We've only known each other for two months.”

“Feels like an eternity to me.” The sincerity of his words caught you off guard, you were not expecting him to say something like that, not while the tip of his length was already brushing your swollen lips.

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

Neither “longing,” “rusted,” “furnace,” nor the rest of Hydra's code to activate the Winter Soldier could have provoked the brutality with which he entered you as your words did.

His palm covered your mouth, making sure to muffle your otherwise loud scream.

The rhythm of his thrusts was fast, ruthless, desperate; eager to fulfill his promise, and do it in less than three minutes.

“C’mon!” He whisper-yelled, duplicating his efforts and hiding his face on the crook of your neck. When you clenched around him as his lips played with the soft spot of your neck, it was like a bulb lightened above his head.

He separated his face from your skin and, maintaining eye contact with you, the cold of his gloved fingers found your throat once more. The force applied, led you to your second orgasm like a tidal wave. Your teeth biting your lower lip and your eyes shut. Your body, floating in pleasure.

“Fuck.” His head fell back and his erratic movements weavered, your spamming walls bringing him closer and closer. All it took for him to finally release inside of you, was the tug of his hair that you used to connect your lips to his to silent your low cries.

Touching your forehead with his, he put an end to the kiss and drew out of you. Both, your juices and his seed going down your thighs.

You stood like that for a few seconds, trying to recover.

“Typically, you take the girl for dinner first.” You commented jokingly, in hopes to fill the silence before it became uncomfortable. He went to a drawer and handed you a towel for you to clean yourself.

“That’s the plan.” He smiled at your impressed look. “If you’re willing to let me have dessert after we leave the restaurant, of course.”

You rolled your eyes, but nodded your head nevertheless. “I like the idea.”

“Great! Uhm, I’ll go now. You better fix your hair fast.” He said as he fastened his belt. “Kari is looking for you.”

He grew closer to give you an unexpected fast peck and then walked to the door, opening it.

“Oh and, I think there's no excuse for you to stay away from me now, uh?” he winked at you and made his way back to the set.

“I guess not.” You murmured, knowing that he wouldn't listen.

Needless to say, the shot went perfect in take two.

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we’re not really strangers | S. Stan [1.]

summary: a broken and washed up writer keeps showing up in Sebastian life as he struggles with his own loneliness. two people in two different world, but the tug is so intense it begins to eat Sebastian raw. he has to learn to love full heartedly and you need to learn to trust again after you got cheated out of your entire life.

word count : 4.9k

warnings: topics of depression, brief mentions of sewerslide, body dysmorphia

author note: i’ve never wrote an rpf and i used to dislike them but i just read a really good one and i watched doll eyes so that started this. i’m basing sebastian’s character based off of psychoanalysis him over that past 4 years (i can’t help it i’m sorry) and the couple of times i’ve met him. but i hope he’s not this depressed irl. take a place a before fresh and it’s mostly his pov. will probably be like 3-5 chapters. also wrote this in like 2 hours please be kind

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Sebastian stan likes blondes, he likes coffee after noon, working out, his mom, space and all its possibilities. He likes European countries yet he won't leave New York no matter how hard he thinks about it. He loves his family and friends. He likes when people tell him good job and are nice to him; even if it’s only because he's Sebastian Stan.

Sometimes he wonders if he really likes that last one or if he hates it, it depends on the day.

He will spend his days reading and talking with actors or directors, getting flowers for his girlfriend of the season. He doesn't read reviews about his movies. He’ll talk to his mom on the phone as often as he can, he works out almost every morning but he hates running. He stands in front of a mirror before going to bed, alone and vulnerable, picking apart everything he sees and wonders if everyone else sees it too. Probably.

But not tonight.

No, tonight he feels good - better. Recently casted for a new movie, a movie with a script and a director he feels confident about, which is always the best feeling. Last year was good for him, but this year needs to be better. Sebastian is tired and needs to get away from commercial movies and Marvel, but Bucky Barnes will always haunt over his shoulders like the way Carter Baizen did for so long.

And tonight is only the beginning. They haven't started filming yet, not close. Daisy is in the middle of filming and it's still early, too much workshopping and bonding as a team before that. Sebastian likes to know who he's working with, the director and their work ethic and past projects. The co-stars and their humor and if they can cry on command or not.

Mimi is a nice director. She's new and has fresh ideas - ha, that's a pun. She makes Sebastian laugh and not feel like a character even off-screen. Sebastian likes her curly hair.

She laughs and the air is cool, Sebastian can see her breath. “It was a nice day, I'm really looking forward to working with you.”

Sebastian is lonely and this feel like a nice way to segway to ‘i have to leave, goodnight.’

“Me too, and the script is just - wow.” Sebastian exaggerates his words to match his feelings, “it's deep.”

He wants to hold onto the conversation forever and drag it out until it's so awkward he has to grit his teeth. Sebastian doesn't want to go home now - but it's late, past midnight - and despite the rumors, New York does have to sleep sometimes. His stomach grumbles and he suddenly has the appetite of a teengers first hangover.

Mimi nods and thanks him and they continue to walk. Sebastian speaks up, “is it weird to say iI'mhungry and not tired.” he looks down at his watch again, it's almost 2 am.

And Mimi understands, she smiles. “Not weird, I agree. It might be the excitement for this project but – what are you hungry for?”

“Coffee, breakfast food,” Sebastian replies honestly.

The director smiles, Sebastian hopes there are no paparazzi - this looks like a date - no, it doesn’t but the press latch onto any woman he's seen with as a date.

“I know a perfect place, and it is empty,” she says. Sebastian is suspicious - it's late, he repeats in his head.

“This late?” his eyebrows quirked up.

“I know the owner,” she affirms. Sebastian nodded and they continued walking.

Mimi talks about the movie more, how she's close friends with the writer and coincidentally, she met her through the owner of the said cafe they'd soon find a safe haven in. Sebastian nods along to her words and listens, he hates the sound of his own voice sometimes. Listening is nice.

They reach a cafe-deli type. The sign says it is closed and no one is inside but the lights are on. Mimi had a grin on her face as she knocks on the door. Sebastian watched as you came from the back and unlocked the door, Mimi smiles and greets you excitedly but your face remains monotone - almost cold. Mimi takes no offense, this must be how you always are.

You don't take immediate notice of Sebastian, which is nice for once. Mimi talks about how starved she is and desperately needs an egg sandwich from you, Sebastian agrees in his head. You hold your head high and strong like you know better, but not in a snobby way. Sebastian can tell when someone is snobby pretty soon on, people like that end up surrounding him more often than not, unfortunately.

Sebastian's eyes are an icy blue that reminds you of the winter lakes back in the midwest. That’s the first thing you notice, Mimi acts like this is her home as she plops down at the bar. You still don't say anything. Sebastian wonders if you're a writer too, or maybe an actor. He doesn’t recognize you. Sebastian sits next to mimi, he feels weirdly comfortable despite how cold and empty the cafe is.

The sound of an espresso machine starts before Mimi can even order sometimes, she must go a lot and then a coffee is in front of her in no time. You finally turn to him, you're wearing lipgloss, and he notices way too quickly.

“Would you like a coffee, Sebastian?” you ask him plainly. He didn't tell you his name, neither did Mimi. You must know him then, it wouldn't be surprising but weirdly it did.

“Yeah, anything you have. And eggs - sunny side up if you can.” you don’t reply, nodding and your mouth is thin-lipped. Not a smile nor a frown. You leave in the back, Sebastian doesn’t realize his eyebrows were furrowed until Mimi says something.

“Don't worry, she's always like that. I promise she's not miserable or mean.” mimi says, gesturing to the cold demeanor that you carry. Sebastian wonders if Mimi has to explain this to everyone, or if you hate the Captain America movies and mimi just want to make it less awkward.

It's a comfortable silence for a while, aside from the city whispering from behind the glass windows and the sound of your cooking. Sebastian catches glimpses of your face and he can't help but think you're beautiful in a stone-cold, greek statue, model type way. He can imagine seeing your face in a famous painting from the renaissance time.

Maybe you caught him staring, or maybe it was just the cold demeanor again but he swore you glared at him.

“Cooks out - so it might not be as good as usual,” you say and place the food in front of them. Mimi grins and begins to eat. Sebastian pulls out his billfold to pay, he doesn't know you and feels a twang of guilt at the thought of keeping you up past closing time. He wants to pay extra.

You notice him before he can pull out any money, “it's on the house.”

Sebastian thinks of that as a sign that you don't hate him, and you're just monotone.

“Y/N helped Lauryn write the movie, specifically your character too.” Mimimumbled through cheese and bacon.

That’s the first time he's heard your name, Sebastian repeats it in his head so as to not forget.

You scoff and Sebastian thinks for a moment you're mad, you're not. “Helped? I practically gave her the entire idea. And I swear, Mimi if you don't use La jardin for the dance scene, I'll riot in front of your house.”

“You get so defensive every time, but whenever we ask to add you as co writers you say no.” Mimi snarks, shaking her head and smiling. “Mysterious, mysterious girl.”

“Can't say I imagined Sebastian Stan as Steve though, I was thinking more of Chris Pine.” you joke, Mimi knows you're joking but your flat tone makes Sebastian second guess if you are actually upset about it or not. “was he busy?”

Mimi laughs, good - a joke.

“Not even a second choice?” Sebastian smiles sheepishly, he hopes you were joking.

Sebastian thinks you're going to smile, and your lip twitches. You hum and it sounds as smooth as the coffee tastes, like honey. “Maybe third.”

Your eyes warm in his direction, the feeling in his chest is foreign.

“You’re a better critic than you are a casting director.” Mimi jokes again. Sebastian wonders how long you've been friends.

“a critic?” Sebastian perks up, critics are his worst enemy in life. No matter how much he can ignore them, one well-written article can make or break an entire year for him.

“Not actually, I just watch a lot of movies and have strong opinions.” your eyes land back on him.

“Harsh. Harsh opinions.” Mimi makes a point, and you roll your eyes and almost smile again. Almost. Sebastian wants to see you smile, what a weird thought for a stranger he’s only known for 20 minutes. You do make good eggs, but how do you fuck up eggs?

“Anything you recognize me from?'' Sebastian slaps on a cheeky smile, and maybe it's arrogant to think he knows the answer to that. But he is Sebastian Stan and you watch a lot of movies. You open your mouth to speak but Mimi interrupts again, not in an annoying way.

“Don't bruise his ego,” she warns.

How harsh could you be? Sebastian starts to regret asking about himself.

“Anyways, how could I not? I vividly remember seeing the covenant play in the hospital when my baby sister was born; a weird choice for hospital cinema.”

Sebastian's glad you don't mention Marvel or gossip girl, the covenant isn't any much better either though.

“That is very weird. Any critics?” Sebastian doesn't even know why he asked tt, he's going to regret it.

Mimi whispers an ‘oh boy’ under her breath and Sebastian feels like he needs to buckle down and brace himself. Even worse as your eyes scan him, judging him.

“I'm not here was your worst movie and you need to fire your agents or whoever told you that was a good idea.”

Oh?

“I thought it was a good script.”

You look at him as if he had three heads. Mimi looks scared.

“I can see the vision but the story tries too hard to be deep and pretentious - it settles on just being a cry fest and it doesn't even do that well. The main character is just a shitty person with a shitty life and the writing fails to make me feel bad for him, no matter how good you or J.K Simmons's acting was”

Sebastian hangs onto the small compliment hidden in there by his fingernails. You're not done yet.

“I, Tonya was really good. Marvel is… Marvel, same thing for gossip girl. The rest of your characters have been the same angry or toxic men trope over and over again, no offense, you need more range.”

That hurt a lot less than Sebastian expected. He feels speechless, mimi is still eating and is silent. Sebastian isn't hungry anymore and your cold eyes are stripping him down naked. He still thinks you're beautiful.

“Do you like anything I've been in?” why does he keep asking questions he knows he won't like?

You think for a moment, look him dead in the eye, and smile. And even if it's meant to be snarky or sarcastic, Sebastian thinks it's beautiful and warm. Warmer than the coffee in his hands. It reaches your eyes and crinkles at the end and he knows it's genuine, it utterly stuns him and he almost thinks he missed your response.

“Once upon a time.”

Sebastian can’t help but smile at that, “give me one complaint so you don't send me home with a broken heart.” he bargains, half joking with small doubt it won't be back handed.

“I have controversial opinions on superhero movies and the people that play them, but you portray Bucky Barnes really well.'' You say quietly like you're scared of being nice, Sebastian takes it and he doesn't notice he's grinning with a light in his eyes. You don't either, mimi does - she is already texting Lauryn about it.

“I don't like to comment on people's acting abilities because I'm not an actor, but I can tell when someone is good or bad.”

Sebastian narrows his eyes at you. “You sure do comment on people's writing and directing though, you're a writer?”

Your eyes are cold again and your back straightens, even Mimi tenses and Sebastian wonders if he said something wrong. He gets no reply from you, and Sebastian sees a mask fall from your face - one he didn't notice you were wearing until now.

“No, I'm not.” your voice is monotone again. When did it have feelings? Sebastian doesn't remember when you started to sound humane and passionate, he said something wrong.

Mimi rushes the rest of her food in her mouth and reads the room as you retreat behind to the kitchen again, so quickly and quietly Sebastian almost doesn't notice.

“It's now late-late, I'm heading home.” Mimi sighs, heavily implying he needs to leave too. Sebastian agrees.

He glances back at you once more when Mimi yells goodbye, you don't look at Sebastian.

Sebastian prepares for the movie, he doesn’t think about you or the cafe for two weeks. He goes on a date and he doesn’t call her back.

his house is suffocating, it’s too big for him and he knows it. women and friends stay over but it feels empty. He needs air - paparazzi - he groans. suck it up, Sebastian. put on a coat and find a place to eat, he chooses a blue sweatshirt and sunglasses.

Every time he goes out he thinks maybe no one will recognize him. He's always wrong. He should know better.

aimlessly he walks. Sebastian knows the streets of New York like the back of his hand. He feels lost despite the fact he’s walked down this street many times, so much changed anyways.

Jones' place.

he remembers the place from a few weeks ago, remembers you and your cold face. Sebastian remembers you smiling and him feeling giddy about it, but now he can’t imagine it in his head. Sebastian had said something wrong, he remembers that. He wishes he got your number.

you knew him and you didn’t dance around him like a celebrity - when did the person get erased and celebrity scribbled in its place? you were normal and not on vogue or GQ and you talked to him like he wasn’t either.

in a daze, he walks in and sits down. it’s open this time, and a group of teenagers sits at a booth in the corner. an elderly man sits alone at a table, Sebastian wonders if he’s married, and if she passed and that’s where they used to sit together. maybe you’d know.

but he doesn’t see you at first. tapping his finger on the bar - you appear and you don’t look at him, don’t notice him. walking straight past him and giving a chocolate croissant to the elderly man, maybe you did see him and are just insanely good at covering it up, you don’t smile at the man but your features lighten.

you turn back around and your eyes hit Sebastian dead center like you knew he was there because Sebastian was right.

“same as last time?” you ask, of course you’d remember his order. it was simple and that was your job.

Sebastian nods, “no egg, just coffee.”

“It's not on the house this time!” you yell as you disappear into the back.

Sebastian smiles for some reason.

Daisy Edgar-Jones' accent makes Sebastian feel weirdly at home despite the fact he’s not from England and has never found any sense of comfort there.

Sebastian bites the inside of his cheek as he listens to Mimi speak about the movie, he dozed off, to be honest. the writers and producer speak over each other in the zoom call. Daisy is still in England and they start filming in two weeks. Sebastian is excited - the type of excitement that you mix with anxiety because it also makes you want to throw up.

Your name is mentioned briefly and Sebastian is paying attention now. Lauryn dances around the fact you practically wrote the whole script - why don’t you take credit? Lauryn is an extroverted woman who smiles a lot and tries to make everyone as comfortable as possible, the same with Mimi.

It makes no sense. Why are you so distant and monotone?

Sebastian opens Instagram for the first time in a week. He realized recently most social media was bullshit, he was turning 40 this year, and there are more important things to focus on.

search history.

(imsebastianstan) y/n l/n writer

(imsebastianstan) y/n l/n

(imsebastianstan) sundance film fest

(imsebastianstan) daisyedgarjones

(imsebastianstan) mjonf

Sebastian has been acting since a kid, he took a break between then and his first real job but he's been surrounded by film and cameras most of his life. Being in front of a camera should come naturally to him. Maybe it's just a mid-life crisis thing but he feels like he wants to throw up.

Coming back from some stupid junket, he doesn't remember when the feeling of needing to hurl settled in his stomach but even hours after, it hasn't left. Sebastian wonders how many people know that he paces in his room before filming, he'll anxiously bite on his nails and look in the mirror and wonder if he should have skipped that meal earlier.

Home feels foreign now. He misses his mom and he can't seem to find time to go see her. His stomach feels empty - it is empty. He's only had a salad today.

Sebastian wants to flee, where it's private and warm. His steps carried him through the city, maybe he should call that girl back? He doesn't want to be lonely tonight.

Suddenly, he feels the presence of cameras snapping pictures of his panic attacks across the street. It's like a sixth sense now, he hates it. Sometimes when his day will blur and depression hits, he'll see the photos of himself later not recognize the person on his phone. Or he'll just hate what he sees.

He doesn’t want to have to do that routine again tomorrow morning.

Then he remembers you, remembers the street he's on. and then before he can realize his breath is already suffocating him and your cafe is in front of him. It's closed but the lights are on - why is he here? Why is he knocking on the door?

Your face is concerned when you open it, Sebastian's chest feels heavy, can you tell? You must have, you must be familiar with the look of despair, panic, and the intense feelings of doom, because you let him in with no word.

Sebastian's staring again as you make him the same coffees he's ordered twice now. You're nice but guarded, Sebastian wonders if you'll ever let it down. Because he is now. Your hair is tied up and your full face is in view, no muscles move and you look just as monotone and bored as before. You look like statues, beautiful statues. Like your cheekbones and exposed collarbone were sculpted with stone or clay. Your lips are plump, you're not smiling - not frowning. You remind him of the Mona Lisa.

Embarrassment washed over him when he jolted like a paranoid creep as you set his coffee down. Sebastian mumbled a sorry under his breath and you don't say anything still, why haven't you said anything?

A laptop and cup of tea are set in front of the seat next to him, a google doc is open and he sees a script. He’ll feel guilty about it later but his neck cranes to see what is written. Sebastian barely reads a line before the laptop closes with a slam, you're looking at him with a glare, and he flinches again.

“You're nosy.” you say, making your way to sitting next to him now, sipping on the tea and staring off into space.

“Thought you said you weren't a writer?” Sebastian feels like he's going into tricky territory, scratch that - he knows he is.

Mumbled through your lips, “I'm not.”

You sound haunted, Sebastian wants to know why.

Maybe he is nosy.

Sebastian needs to keep talking or else his anxiety will eat him raw, he’ll choke on his thoughts and die in the middle of your cafe. Then he'd feel really bad. At least he doesn't feel lonely, a ghost of a person sits next to him yet he feels more comfortable than in a room full of people. How odd.

“You're not going to ask why I knocked on your door at 11 pm? Or do you just let any stranger in at night?” he tries to joke, but it comes out half-hearted like most things.

“You looked like you were going to die, I'm not going to be responsible for Sebastian stan's death,” you say, scrolling through your phone. Twitter. “I'm sure some 16 year old would dox me or something.”

Sebastian laughs, slowly picking up on your dry humor, but he knows you're unfortunately right.

“How'd you meet Lauryn?” Sebastian asks, clawing at your guarded walls as he also tries to calm himself down. He doesn't even remember why he was panicking earlier.

“A film festival in Greece, 2009 - I think,” you answer honestly, sipping your coffee again. Sebastian notices the rings on your fingers.

Sebastian wants to ask how you got into films - he feels like that's the wrong thing to say again. He doesn't want you to drive him out again, hoping to get your number before he leaves.

The iPhone in his pocket dings, it's Ellie, his date from a few days ago. She's asking if he wants to come over with a winky face, that her bed feels cold and Sebastian wants to throw up again.

“Girlfriend?” you ask, side-eyeing his phone.

“No, I don't have time for that right now.” part lie, not his girlfriend but somehow he always finds time to date. Sometimes he hates himself for it because he always loves half heartedly. He never liked commitment anyways. “You?”

“No,” you say plainly. Changing the subject at an uncharacteristic rate, “why have you so shaken up at such a time?”

Sebastian wonders if he should lie and make up some stereotypical actor excuse, or just say he doesn't know. Avoid the topic that he’s spent the past 3 weeks with new people every day but he still feels lonely. That he wants to crumble in front of any camera. That he's tired of picking himself apart.

But you sit there so mysteriously and Sebastian wants to know you too. Maybe if he gets vulnerable you'd feel okay doing the same, he tries to avoid the thought of expecting that from you, because he shouldn't. This will be an olive branch.

“I feel lonely.” he starts. “I don’t want to be home right now, so I went for a walk, and then the paps -“

he cuts himself off before he turns into word vomit. you're sitting next to him, not looking at his face. Sebastian wants you to look at him.

“you live in the city?”

“Rockland county.”

you hum, “far way to go for a walk.”

“I know.”

a moment of silence, Sebastian wants to cry for some reason. “Are you going to that girl's house?”

Sebastian's eyebrows furrow for a second, you're referring to the text. you were just as nosy as him it seems. and maybe he could go to her house, either it would destroy him or he’d feel a little better. she’d probably ask him about the new movie, flirt, and have sex, she’d talk to him like a character and he’d go home. He doesn't want to go home.

“no.” Sebastian almost whispers, “I'm not sure where I'm going.”

he was so lost, it’s pathetic.

you look at him for once you don’t look frozen. Sebastian wants to know what’s going on behind your eyes. you’re thinking, that’s obvious enough. eyes scanning him up and down he feels vulnerable. it’s unfair how much he doesn't know about you.

“I have a spare room if you're desperate.” you offer. an olive branch. Sebastian feels like choking.

He also feels guilty, because he doesn't know you and you’ve already made him coffee for free when you didn’t need to. “no, you don’t have-“

“You feel so small and tiny in a big house like that, it’s like living with a ghost when you are lonely, right? it feels taunting, even." You speak honestly, speaking from experience, you’ve been where Sebastian has. He still feels like crying but now he understands, the loneliness slowly drains from his body without realizing it.

“okay.” he whispers, almost scared to accept.

this is you being vulnerable, he soon realizes as you tell him you’ll finish closing up - living only across the alleyway in the back. you're being vulnerable by sharing a space, we’re he’ll see you raw and open.

and he saw it. old coffee mugs and everywhere the matching stains in the wood. a sweatshirt is thrown over your couch. a record playing with 80s goth music. bright orange bottles of pills. Banksy prints are nailed on the wall. books on screenwriting stacked on the coffee table. a cut-off and discarded hospital bracelet on the counter.

Sebastian asks about the vinyl, but he doesn’t bring up the empty Xanax bottles or the bracelet. you're glad.

The apartment is small and he feels warm. it’s foreign and strange - but it’s the most comfortable he’s felt in at least a week. you show him the extra bedroom, the beds made and it's mostly empty. a side table with a lamb and a wall full of shelves. books and movie scripts fill it, he sees an oscar award hidden and dusty behind a copy of pride and prejudice.

the front room is filled with warm lights, it’s settled the fog in his brain and he feels better You're sitting on a green couch that you found on the Facebook market place and he thinks you’re beautiful. Sebastian sits next to you and understanding is shared between you two, what it is? he’s not sure. but he feels safe and understood and he doesn’t want to leave.

Sebastian is not tired and neither are you, your leaning intoSebastian'sn touch and he doesn’t question why.

“thank you.” is all he can think to say.

“don’t, not yet.” you sound tortured and Sebastian can’t stop the word from leaving his mouth. he just has to know.

“what broke you?”

too much. everything. nothing at all. a man. my talent and my desire to be my loved, you think. a shaky exhale leaves your mouth and Sebastian thinks he carry your sorrows if you’d just smile at him again.

“I don’t know.” you settle on and Sebastian understands.

Sebastian's hand grazed above your arm, you don’t flinch out of his touch. your warm and soft and he melts. he wants to ask you why you have an Oscar, if it’s yours and why you were at the hospital 2 days ago and why you're chasing him with a stone-cold face

the extra bedroom goes unused and his limbs are warm and feel perfect against yours. the warm lights lull him to sleep, your breath is steady and Sebastian realized you smile in your sleep and he hopes it’s because he’s caressed your back as you dazed off. Sebastian wraps a blanket around the two of you.

now don’t get anything incorrect. Sebastian stan doesn’t believe in love at first sight, sometimes he wonders if he even believes in love at all because sometimes it feels impossible to love. his mother and father taught him commitments are lies and his partners convinced him of that. he loves his friends - he thinks - but they always come and go. they never knew him anyways.

but as the sun hits his face and he feels the blanket around him on your couch. Faye Webster is spinning on the record playing softly and you’re swaying your hips in the kitchen. you don’t realize he’s awake and your mask falls down. your cooking something and humming along, a thin-lipped smile on your face.

Sebastian doesn’t know you but at this moment he does. he feels normal and like he’s known you his entire life. it’s scary and he feels oncoming doom but he lets himself be and watches.

you seemed more alive this morning as you gave him toast. he didn’t ask for it but it was the best toast he has had in a while. Sebastian asks if you slept on the couch all night, you smiled and he almost dropped dead. no reply but that was enough. he danced with you in the kitchen, it was weird and domestic and Sebastian is looking at you like he’s in love.

but he’s not. and neither are you. The fog settles and you say goodbye and open the shop. Sebastian goes home and he never got your number.

and he has to leave tomorrow for Canada and go back to his life.

Sebastian doesn’t talk to you for another week.

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years

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Hate Is a Strong Word | Sebastian Stan

Summary; on your day off from set, you get a phone call that your frenemy Sebastian was caught in an accident. And you know, that despite your complicated relationship, that you have to see him.

Warnings; angst, Seb hospitalised, tad of dark humour, jealousy, swearing, commitment issues and maybe more that idk, very brief and subtle mention of sex

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Chris had informed you that there had been an accident on set, and they had rushed to the hospital, delivering the patient into the doctor’s care.

You couldn’t help yourself but feeling light headed and panicked. It was not any secret that you and Sebastian had difficulty seeing eye to eye on most days, but the thought of him being severely injured provoked an instinct inside of you.

In an instant, you had dropped everything, so that you could drive to the closest ER, and find your colleagues.

It wouldn’t have been a surprise if you had surpassed the legal speed limit, but the law was not something you were worried about. Instead, your mind was occupied with an urgency to see Sebastian , and know that he was okay.

Nobody could tell you anything over the phone, other than the fact that he was being admitted. And so, you scrambled to find the fastest possible route, pulling up outside, and scurrying inside.

Anthony was already outside, biting on his nails which had you paranoid. However you stepped out of your car, slamming it behind you, and going to his side.

“How is he?” The words fell out of your mouth in less of a second, you hadn’t even bothered to greet him. The concept of manners was currently a waste of time, you just needed some certainty, a conclusive permit that the actor that you often bickered with was going to be fine.

A withered frown bothered your friend’s face, and he grasped your arm, dragging you inside once he saw the paps begin to park up, and prepare their cameras.

They too were nosey on the situation, but the thing was, they didn’t actually know him. And you did, and you were sure that was the reason why you were so worried for his well being. That alone, it couldn’t be anything else...

“Nothings too bad, but he’s kinda outta it. They’ve drugged him up quite a bit.” He paused in a hallway, noticing how your demeanour shifted nervously. “You should tell him.”

“What, that I don’t hate him?” It was a sarcastic yet truthful response, and Mackie could only quirk his brow at your response.

“Something like that, yeah.” He nodded to himself, rubbing his hand across the bottom half of his face. “We both know how you feel bout him y/n/n.”

“That doesn’t matter right now Anthony. I just need to see him. I don’t care if he insults me or laughs at the fact that I’m here. He’s all that matters at the moment, so where is he?”

Your friend led the way, escorting you straight to the room that Sebastian was designated in. You watched as Chris filed out of the room, greeting you with a warm and respectful hug.

“He was wanting to see you.” He smiled gently, and so, as that fact confused you, you entered nevertheless, closing the door behind you.

The sight tore your heart open. There he was, propped up against the pillows, his eyes hazy and looking less blue than normal. His hair was tousled, and his cheeks were a hue of pink.

“Hey.” Slowly, you began walking towards him, claiming the seat that was on the side of the bed. His eyes, despite being weighed down by his lids, tried to focus on you, and he shuffled so that he could grant himself a clearer view.

“Y/n.” He mumbled, and there was no tone referring in his voice. “You hate me, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be spending your day off with your boyfriend or something?”

Seb asked you, and it made guilt arise in your chest. “Hate is a strong word, and I wanted to see you. How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a car- oh wait a minute.”

“That’s not funny Stan.” You crossed your arms, frowning at his attempt at being humorous. Often, you would try and hide your laughter at his common remarks, but currently, the situation was serious, and joking about it didn’t do anyone any good.

“Well, I thought that’d make you laugh.” He smirked, causing you to roll your eyes. “Guess it didn’t work, but neither did my dick apparently, because you went and picked some other guy over me.”

“That’s not fair, that has nothing to do with this.” You attempted to defend yourself, but Sebastian continued anyway.

“Fair.” He laughed. “Yeah, Anthony tried to make me feel better by mentioning how you have the hots for me, still, even after you pushed me away after that one night.”

“That prick.” You muttered, obviously not meaning it, however the patient heard well and clear what you had said under your breath.

“I’d concur that, seeing as you’re the one that lied to me. All he did was inform me of the truth, but instead, you hid your shitty feelings by going and screwing that Darren guy.”

“What do you want me to say?” You asked exasperatedly, tears tormenting your eyes. “That I messed up, that I got scared? Because I know, I do!”

“No.” He swiftly spoke, sitting up, gulping down any resentful emotions that he had, and facing you clearer. “Tell me that you love me. Don’t lie this time.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

He seemed to be careless to that fact though as he sat expectedly, denying to say anything more until you did. “Fine.” You sighed, leaning closer to him. “I love you, I love you, I love you. There you go, happy?!”

The entire ordeal was stressing you out, however Seb remained calm, even as he raised one of his hands to brush along your cheek bone.

With the grip that the angle gave to him, he pulled you closer, and closer, until your lips met his, and you melting once more into his touch. A hum fell from your lips as his hand wandered down to the back of your neck, pressing you as close to his face as he could manage.

The squeak of the door had you shooting back in your seat, wide eyed and nervous. “You owe me twenty bucks Evans.” And with that, the door was shut once more, leaving you once more in each other’s company.

“Break up with him, be with me instead.” He tried to seduce you, and admittedly, you knew that his charm was going to work. That man, even if he was in a hospital bed, always got what he want. And he wanted you.

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AROMA

Pairing- Sebastian Stan(ceo) x reader(café owner)

Summary- Funny how a complete stranger is enough to add a little aroma to your life...

Warnings- I think there are none but if you fall for a soft Seb then❤

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"Write it down..two bags of Arabica, 500 gms of cinnamon sticks and .."

you placed your monthly order over phone and after you were done a female voice from the other side of the phone repeated your order to confirm. "Is that all it?" the voice enquired. "Yes that will be all for now and please Danielle send me two bags only. You know what trouble you had put me through when you sent me twenty bags of coffee."

Oh how could you forget, three weeks..it took three weeks to get over that problem when Danielle has messed up the order. Anyways that was around four months ago but would stop rubbing her nose on it? Definitely not. "Oh would you stop already please? The new head of the facility is pretty hot." expressed Danielle.

"Excuse me did you say hot?" you repeated the sentence as you chuckled. "I-I m-mean hot tempered. There is no room for any mistakes." she corrected.

Danielle, who happened to be your best friend worked in SIPHON the best facility which stored coffee which was imported and exported from and all around the world. When your grandfather had opened this café, he wanted nothing less than the best quality of coffee for his customers and SIPHON was the best place to choose from.

"Well isn't that satisfactory." you smiled as you thanked her and cut the call, to receive a notification from SIPHON that your order was confirmed and will be arriving in four days.

You sighed as you looked at the sky which appeared to be shy around you as it was changing its colors from a soft blue to a shade of orange marking the end of the day. As the sun was setting, the natural light ran along the walls giving life to all of the photographs that hung. "Are you happy pabby?" you asked the question to your grandfather's picture, wishing for it to answer. But as always it stayed quiet as it did for the past three years when you had taken over the café to keep your grandfather's dream alive.

It was a Sunday, the one day where you could open up your café a little late than usual. You groaned as you crawled from your bed and freshened up. Unlike every Sunday, you bought flower bouquets and headed towards the orphanage.

"Sister Amelia?" you stood near the gate and waited. "Y/N, oh!" Sister Amelia exclaimed you could feel the restlessness in her voice. Upon questioning she mentioned that some wealthy guy had come to talk to the children at the orphanage. It was not the number of people that scared Sister Amelia, it was the children. The sudden intrusion scared the children.

"Where is he?" you questioned as you handed over the bouquet. "Inside..but be careful" Sister Amelia warned as you stepped inside. You couldn't see the man at first but when he stood up from his crouched position, you were overwhelmed by his aura. His beautiful face was tensed up in confusion and awkwardness. You couldn't help but smile at his demeanor. He was dressed in a three piece suit stood like a child being punished as he was trying to get the children comfortable around him. It was so endearing and so was he.

"Sister y/n?" exclaimed Miguel, a five year old boy, as he came running to you. All the children seemed to have let go of their agony when they saw your face and hurdled around you. Funny what miracles a comforting smile from a person you know can do.

The man's tension disappeared when you walked the children towards him and introduced every single one of them. He spent around an hour with them before he finally spoke to you.

"Thank you" you flinched at his heavy voice. "What for?" you asked innocently. "Thank you for getting them comfortable. Its not a very usual sight to see. Anyways, my name is Sebastian Stan." he said as he extended his hands towards you. "Well its a shame that people find you intimidating Mr.Stan. My name is Y/L/N" you said as you accepted his greeting.

"Please call me Sebastian, Ms.Y/N" he said as both of you started walking down the stairs. "Please call me Y/N." The sudden mimicry caused him to laugh and you chuckled. It was a small town and almost everyone knew about one another. It was nice to talk to someone new like him.

"So Sebastian, what business do you have here?" you asked him as the both of you decided to sit on one of the stairs. He whipped his head in your direction when you said his name but you couldn't see that as the children and their playful laughter had attracted your attention. He looked at how beautifully the sun rays decorated your skin and how the shadow of the leaves hid your skin from the sun rays. How beautiful your eyes looked every time you smiled. It made him smile too.

The sudden silence shifted your attention back to Sebastian and you caught him staring at you. He realized that the question was left attended for, "I took over the facility here. SIPHON" he cleared his throat. "So you are the new head?" you asked causing him to frown.

"How did.." he questioned.

"Oh I have a café and all my coffee based orders are from SIPHON" you explained to which he nodded. You talked about how you took over the café and about your grandfather. He heard everything silently, how passionately you talked about your work and your family.

"You must really like your job, I mean taking over an entire facility..its a great deal" you spoke to which he lowered his glance. "Its complicated, I was forced to take over the facility. I thought maybe if I make myself familiar to the surroundings, I would like this place so we visited the orphanage" he said looking at the children. "To be honest I know my business but its just business for me, its not something that I like to do. I can't even differentiate between different types of coffees and here I am running an entire facility." the way his face fell while he expressed about his situation, you knew he didn't want this kind of life. His earlier sentence of people being uncomfortable around him made sense. He never let him be himself around people because he was forced and he was afraid.

Both of you got up and walked down the remaining stairs and reached the gate. He thanked you for your gesture and sat in his car and just then, "You know what, every kind of coffee is unique and has different characteristics but the main difference comes from the aroma. So the next time you look at a coffee bag, observe the aroma" you spoke. He sighed and looked at your reassuring smile. You started walking away after bidding him goodbye and he looked at your figure getting smaller as you walked away from him.

"Sir may we leave for the facility?" his secretary questioned him from the front sit.

"Yes and also please keep me updated about Ms. Y/N" he said your name with a smile plastered on his face as his car made its way towards the facility.

Finally you received your delivery from SIPHON and the correct number of bags made you chuckle. But there happened to be a letter on top of the cinnamon packet which was beautifully decorated in the colors of white and gold. As you picked up the letter and began reading it, you smiled.

"You were right, the aromas are different and so are you." it read.

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A/N: Hey guys this is my one first Sebastian Stan fanfic. I hope you all like this one. This plot has been one my mind for couple of days and I found this very pure and simple and I thought Sebastian Stan would be perfect for it cause he has this aura I absolutely love.

My requests are open so you can go ahead and send me your plots and please do go and check out my other fanfictions as well.

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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Twenty Two

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. Angst. Fluff. Mentions of injuries. Hollywood sucks. Spoiled, rich bitches. Bullying. Did I miss anything?

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April 18, 2021

You waited, breath caught in your throat for the sound of the door closing.

Two pairs of heavy steps, one dragging more than the other.

A few shared words, both voices snippy and short.

Then finally the slam of the door.

You relaxed back into the door, suddenly able to breathe again.

For the past eleven days, you’d been living like this. In a space that constantly felt like you could cut the tension with a fucking butter knife. You knew it would be bad but never could you have prepared for just how hard it would be to be around Catalina.

Hate really was a strong word… But you could officially say you meant it now when you said you hated her.

You scrubbed a hand over your face, eye catching on the pup sitting at your feet.

“What?” You huffed, throwing your arms out to the side, “Can you really blame me?”

Bentley simply titled his head and made a little huffing sound but you got what he was putting down.

Come on, mom! I gotta pee, quit being dramatic!

“You’re right.” You pulled yourself off the door with another sigh, “Let’s go, buddy.”

You pulled open the door, checking the hallway to make sure you were all clear. Laughing to yourself as you did. You damn well knew everyone was gone. With the release of Sebastian’s movie Monday two days ago, Sebastian was asked to be ‘spotted’ with Catalina in Griffith Park.

She wanted in on some of the attention he was getting through the movie and TFAWS too.

They would walk a short stretch on the main path and Eli, Seb’s assistant, would walk behind them to take a ‘candid’ picture and then they’d post it on some random Twitter account. That was the plan you’d overheard last night anyways.

You didn’t really care, as long as it got her away from you.

They wouldn’t be gone long, at least, Sebastian wouldn’t. You were honestly hoping that his team would convince her to stay somewhere else for now. He’d been on their asses about it since the moment she showed up at your doorstep on your birthday.

Realistically, you knew she wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.

Not unless they made her.

But how much power did they really have over her?

Money talks.

And her parents, or better yet, her sugar daddy, were paying lots for this fake relationship. She was going to be sure that she got everything her way.

Yeah. You could say you’d definitely learned a lot about her this week. Things you certainly would have loved to have gone without knowing your whole life.

You weren't very surprised to hear that she had a sugar daddy and the he was the one that got her this arrangement in the first place, especially when you found out he worked for Sebastian’s agency. You didn’t know much about him other than he was some older Spaniard, who previously worked as a manager for some famous European singer and that he owned a big ass yacht.

But for some reason you were surprised to find that not only was Catalina a bitch but she was a messy bitch.

And by messy, you meant literally disgusting.

Your jaw practically hit the floor when you walked into the kitchen to find a pile of dishes in the sink that weren’t there before when you scurried off to your room when you heard her bedroom door open. And by the dried food caked across the plates, it was obvious they’d been in her room for more than a couple days.

“Murder.” You hissed, fists unclenching and clenching as you glared down at the overflowing sink, “I’m going to commit murder.”

You whipped out your phone from the lulu workout jacket you’d slipped on, sending a quick, angry text.

To Smexy Seabass:

I’m fucking TIRED of cleaning up her shit.

If she is going to continue to stay here, she needs to grow the fuck up and clean her shit or she needs to hire her own personal cleaning lady.

You winced as you read the text over again, regret already bubbling up in your chest as his text bubbles appeared.

To Smexy Seabass:

I’m sorry baby. I’m not taking it on you.

I know it’s not your fault. I’m just frustrated.

From Smexy Seabass:

I’ll handle it.

You aren’t the only one but I’m still sorry.

Love you tons. Be home soon.

To Smexy Seabass:

I love you more.

You couldn’t keep living like this.

You haphazardly slid your phone across the island before trekking over to the back door to let your eager pup out into the yard.

“I’m sorry, baby boy.” You cooed softly, “Go on. We’ll go for a run in a little bit.”

He ignored you, bounding excitedly into the backyard. You took a second to watch him zoom through the yard, racing from one end to the other.

Man, life must be good when you’re a dog.

You took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it—willing to stress away with it.

You couldn’t let her get to you.

You wouldn’t let her win.

It wasn’t comfortable for her either. You and Sebastian weren’t going out of your way to make her feel accommodated–you made dinner for two and ate it together, you planned outings that didn’t include her, watched movies in the common space, and had friends over.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t have other living arrangements. Her cousin lived not too far from here and sugar daddy owned a house a few blocks over.

The only reason she was staying here was to get under your skin.

She’d made that obvious within the first few hours of her stay.

You really had planned to go at it with niceties—kill her with kindness and all that but then she didn’t try to hide her distaste for you when she refused to shake your hand, instead eyeing it as if it was the literal scum on the bottom of her shoe. And then it was the looks–disapproving glares and judgmental once overs whenever you were in the same room. It wasn’t even forty eight hours before the comments started, snide remarks about your outfit, your hair, the amount of food you did or didn’t eat.

It had become downright unbearable to be in a room with her, especially alone.

Nothing she said ever truly bothered you. There was only one real reason a woman put another woman down; jealousy. She was obviously extremely threatened by you and insecure.

Still, it wasn’t something you should have to put up with in your own, albeit temporary, home.

The blatant disrespect and bullying.

Catalina was a child.

A spoiled, insecure brat.

Sebastian’s presence helped somewhat. At least when he was in the room she would act better and by better, she would ignore your presence completely.

You actually preferred that.

And if you were being completely honest, it was funny to watch her try and keep his attention when he only ever had eyes for you.

You were both gearing up to film so fortunately you weren’t home as often the past couple days but there were times when you wrapped up at work before Sebastian and found something to occupy your time to avoid returning home without him. Just yesterday you finished early and ended up hanging around his trailer until he was done. By the time you returned home it was well past eight and you were immediately bombarded by Catalina as soon as you stepped through the door.

“Finally! You are late.” Catalina beamed, shoulders straightening as she caught sight of Sebastian standing in the doorway behind you, “I’ve texted you a million times now, Sebby. I made you dinner.”

Never had you felt more invisible.

It was like you weren’t even standing there, she was looking right past you.

But it was probably a good thing, you supposed.

You felt Sebastian’s hand trail along your back, looping possessively around your waist to rest over your stomach. In that moment, you appreciated the way his body pressed against yours–grounding you and inadvertently including you in… whatever this was.

Finally her eyes flickered to you—only long enough to send a disgusted sneer in your direction.

Two could play that game. If she wanted to pretend you didn’t exist, you would too.

You leaned back into him, relishing in the warmth and comfort, and tipped your head back to shoot him a goofy, careless grin. One so full of love and adoration, that anyone with a pair of eyes could practically taste the sugary sweetness.

“Actually,” Sebastian dipped down to press a kiss to the top of your head and you didn’t miss the way Catalina’s eyes flashed with blatant anger, “Eli and Molly are picking up pizza for us.”

You had to swallow back a laugh. If it were anyone else, you’d feel bad but it wasn’t and she definitely didn’t deserve anything from him–not his time, not his attention, not his kindness.

Instead of brushing it off like a mature adult, she scoffed loudly, stomped her foot, and stormed off in the direction of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest and an ugly pout in her lips.

You turned in his arms as soon as she was out of your line of sight, “Pizza?” You snickered, your own arms wrapping around his neck as you lifted yourself up on your toes. “Does Eli know he’s supposed to pick that up?”

He threw his head back, not bothering to quiet his laugh as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you tighter against him. He fished his phone out of his back pocket with a goofy grin, “Let me just call him real quick.”

You giggled, lifting yourself up further to peck his lips a few times as he fumbled with his phone, trying to find the right contact and kiss you at the same time.

“Yeah, hey,” He paused to kiss you again, “Will you pick up some pizza on your way over?”

“It’s going to be a long fucking summer.” You mumbled to yourself. “God help us all.”

You turned, heading towards the kitchen because those dishes weren’t going to wash themselves and maybe a good, hard scrub would release some of this built up anger coursing through your blood.

—————

Doing the dishes hadn’t helped, not in the slightest. In fact, it made you feel worse.

You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why you didn’t just leave them for her to take care of. Now she would expect you to just do them from here on out.

You were enabling her that way. And now you wished you had put them in her room.

You were feeling extremely out of control with her around. Staying in that house with her was suffocating you.

You were constantly on edge.

You didn’t trust her.

Not with your things. Not with your life outside of the limelight.

What if she took a picture of you while you were sleeping? Or naked?

What if she was plotting against you?

She’d leaked her ex's nudes out of spite, who’s to say she wouldn’t do the same thing to you?

You hated that she had that much control over you—that you let her get under your skin like that.

Your thoughts had run rampant and they grew louder and more persistent with every heavy step. Running usually helped to clear your mind and you’d chosen this quiet, scenic route for you and Bentley for the sole reason of turning off your mind and finding some peace.

Instead you got the opposite.

Your body felt tense. Your head felt clouded. Your heart, physically heavy.

You took a sharp turn, cutting down a different path to head back in the direction of the main road. Maybe running through LA would serve as a good distraction. Your mind would not have much time to overthink if it was too busy trying to figure out all the different people you’d no doubt come across.

It probably wasn’t the safest idea to run along the road, especially on a hill but you figured it would be fine during broad daylight and you knew the area well enough to know it was fairly safe. You really didn’t have to worry for your safety until you were further into the city.

You used the down hill slope to your advantage, laughing breathlessly at the way Bentley’s face looked blown back against the wind. Finally, the adrenaline you’ve been searching for hit you full force.

And all you felt was relief.

A content smile bloomed across your face, a healthy flush blooming your cheeks. You pumped your arms harder and pulled your knees higher with every stride.

Everything we be okay. Everything-

A car honked, slowed to a stop across the street, and then your name was called.

You didn’t even have time to react, Bentley cut right in front of you to dart across the street and somehow your foot got caught in his leash. One minute you were upright, the next you were laying flat on your back with a dull throb in the back of your head and a sharp ache in your ankle.

“Oh my God.” You blinked up at the familiar figure hovering over you, cerulean eyes swarming with so much concern, “Baby, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

If you thought your head was fuzzy before, it was nothing compared to now.

Your name was called softly, “Hey,” A pair of warm big hands cupped your face, “Please, say something or I’m calling an ambulance.”

Finally you inhaled sharply and it was only then that you realized the air had been knocked from your lungs. You licked your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry, “How are you here?” Your eyes flickered over Sebastian’s face, “Am I in heaven?”

Out of all the things that could’ve come out your mouth…

Fortunately, this earned you somewhat of a laugh. A chuckle at best. But not from the man kneeling over you.

“She makes jokes.” You tilted your head to the side to find Eli standing over Sebastian’s shoulders. “She looks fine to me.”

You moved to sit up and your boyfriend helped you with a steady hand on your back and the other on your elbow. Your vision swam a little and you pressed a hand to your head with a groan, “What are you doing here?”

“I tracked your location and figured you were on a run.” Sebastian shrugged his shoulders a little, his hands trailing over your shoulders and down your back. No doubt making sure you were okay for himself, that you didn’t have any serious cuts or scrapes that needed immediate medical attention “I was going to have Eli drop me off so I could join you. I should’ve called and warned you.”

The look on his face reminded you of a literal kicked puppy and your heart clenched painfully in your chest. He would definitely blame himself, he already was if the blatant guilt in his expression was any indication.

Trying hard to bite back a wince, you pulled yourself up on your knees and threw your arms over his shoulders, “It wasn’t your fault. You had no idea Bent would react like that.”

Your whole body tensed up and your head whipped frantically around, “Where is he?”

“He’s okay.” Eli spoke up, drawing your attention back to him and calming your racing heart, “I put him in the car.”

You slumped back into your boyfriend's arm with relief, burying your face in his chest. You felt like crying, you couldn’t even begin to describe how mortified you felt and you could only hope to God that no one saw you in this position.

“We should go.” It was as if he could read your mind, “Are you okay to stand?”

You weren’t sure but you nodded anyway. Your head, back, and ankle hurt so bad. All you wanted to do was crawl in bed, forget this day, and start over tomorrow.

Sebastian took your hands in his and helped you to your feet. Your entire body was trembling, the adrenaline from the run and then the fall finally wearing off. There was no hiding your pain when you went to take a step and your legs practically buckled.

“Woah.” Your lover caught you around the waist, pulling you protecticaly into his side, “What hurts?”

“My ankle.” You rolled your eyes, breathing out an annoyed huff at the pointed look he shot you, “And my head and back.”

He didn’t respond but instead scooped you up in his arms and checked for cars before crossing the street, “We’re going to an urgent care.”

“Seb-”

“Don’t argue with me.” He cut you off, tone final, “You scared the ever living shit out of me. You can’t even put weight on your ankle and you hit your head. You are going to get checked out.”

“I’m sure it’s just sprained or something.” You sighed, dropping your head against his shoulder. You were just tired, you wanted to go home and cuddle in your bed, not deal with doctors and the risk of people seeing you. “No big deal.”

“I don’t care.”

Eli pulled open the door as you approached the car and Sebastian slid into the backseat with you in his lap.

“This seems a little excessive.”

“Shut the fuck up, baby.” He hissed, pressing a hand to your head, guiding it back to rest on his shoulder, “Just humor me. Please.”

You relaxed back into his embrace with a dramatic sigh, “Fine.”

—————

By the time you returned home from urgent care the sun had long ago set and your stomach was protesting loudly.

“I can walk.” You grumbled to Sebastian when he appeared at your door.

“Just let me take care of you, baby.” He pleaded, eyes all soft and big, “You have a concussion and a broken ankle. Please.”

You sighed, relenting by wrapping your arms over his shoulders and holding on tight as he scooped you up in his arms. “It’s not broken. A stress fracture isn’t technically a break.”

“Yes it is.”

Eli unlocked and opened the door for him, holding it as you passed through with a tired smile.

“Thank you.” You offered softly, mirroring his smile, “Seriously. We appreciate you.”

“Of course.” He responded, “What are friends for?”

Sebastian chuckled lightly, “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“Aw.” A sly grin split across Eli’s face, “Don’t get it all sappy on me now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Your boyfriend laughed, shrugging as best he could with you in his arms, “Go on and get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Eli hesitated by the door, one hand on the handle, “Are you guys sure you’re good? Do want me to pick you up some dinner?”

“Nah, man.” Sebastian smiled, shaking his head, “We’re just going to order something. Go home to your wife!”

“Okay.” He chuckled, “See ya tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

You both watched as he left, locking the door once he’d made it safely to his car.

“To bed with you.” Sebastian chuckled, tightening his arms around you as he began to make his way further into the house, “And then I’ll order some food. What you feel like having?”

You let your head rest against his shoulder, eyes heavy and head still pounding, “Something comforting and warm.”

“So,” He grinned, “Chinese?”

“Mhm.” You mumbled distractedly, finally taking notice of the silence and darkness that coated the entire house. Something you weren’t used to since the arrival of your unwelcomed guest. “Why is it so quiet in here? Where is she?”

“I sent her away.”

He said it so casually like it wasn’t that big of deal–like it probably didn’t take that much convincing.

“How?”

Sebastian didn’t respond right away, instead taking his time to flick the lights on in the master bedroom and then set you gently on the bed. He moved to gather a pair of pajamas and your fuzziest socks, “Do you want to shower?”

You looked at him like he’d grown two heads, “Sebastian.”

Finally, he turned to look at you, hands on hips and a tired look on his face, “I let her post about Monday.”

Your mouth opened and closed, “Like just for tonight?”

“No.” He approached you, setting the pjs on the end of the bed before taking your face in his hands, “My teams working out a schedule. She’s allowed to stay here every once in a while to make content to bait.” He brushed his thumb down your cheek, “And someone else will always be here when she is. You will never be alone with her.”

“How did you-”

“Know?” He interrupted softly, “She isn’t so quiet or sneaky. I’ve heard some of the stuff she’s said to you. It’s disgusting.”

“Thank you.” You leaned forward to rest your forehead against his, feeling nothing but relief. “Thank you so much for that.”

“I love you, baby.” He whispered, dipping down to press a soft kiss to your lips, “I want you to be comfortable in your own home and I couldn’t stand her being around either. I’m always going to put you first. I’m always going to have your back.”

“I love you.”

You shared one more tender kiss and a few quick pecks.

“Now,” He pulled back, wearing a lopsided grin, “How about a shower?”

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Golden Lines - Chapter Three - Secrets, Trust, and Confessions

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza

Chapter Three Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Mrs. Stevens

Chapter Three Rating: Mature

Chapter Three Tags: Angst, anxiety, confessions of feelings, admission of teacher/student relationship, keeping secrets, mentions of kissing, running into Sebastian...literally, explicit language.

Chapter Three Word Count: 2,602

Chapter Three Betas: T. Thompson and @madashatters18

Chapter Three Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

Angie practically skips to the cafeteria, quickly finding Lily and Jessica with three plates of pizza.

"Hey, loves! Did ya miss me?"

Lily takes a bite of her food and nods. "Yeah," she says around the bite of pizza, "we got you pepperoni and a bottle of Coke."

Jessica makes room and smiles when Angie sits down. "So...how did your date with Romeo go?"

Ang blushes, "I mean...we didn't kiss if that's what you're getting at."

Lily smirks and leans on her elbow. "There's a 'but' in there somewhere, I can sense it."

Angie shakes her head. "There isn't. Nothing happened...he just explained the formulas to me and said that he'd like to spend a half hour every Wednesday after school to tutor me. Then he dismissed me, and here I am."

Jessica squeals happily. "Oh, my god! He is totally into you! I'm gonna say y'all are gonna kiss by the third session."

Lily tips her bottle of Coke toward Ang. "I second that!"

Tom sits behind his desk, his thumbnail tight between his teeth. He can't get the way Angie looked at him out of his mind. Long-term relationships aren't really his thing. He is so dedicated to his job, putting all of his energy into it, and what time he has left is spent visiting with his family in London. Sure he has little flings here and there. He has needs just like everyone else does, but he's never had a feeling like the one he has when he looks at Ang.

He closes his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. He wants her to succeed. Hell, it's his damn job to make sure that she does. The problem is, he can't focus when she's near him. She is the only woman who's ever been able to make him feel like this, and he's not sure how to deal with these new feelings.

A knock on his door startles him back into reality. Tom gets up and is surprised to see Chris standing on the other side. They're friends, but it's rare they see each other while at work.

"Chris? Everything okay?" Tom watches him walk past him into his classroom. He's quiet, definitely a red flag. "Hey. What's wrong?"

Chris sighs and turns around to face him. "Have you ever wanted something so bad knowing you weren't allowed to have it?" He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down, "and even though you'd lose everything if someone found out about it, you would still be willing to do it...just to be happy?"

Tom's eyes go wide. It's like Chris can read his mind. He's just spoken his entire dilemma out loud. "Um…well, I…y-yeah I have actually…"

Chris snaps his gaze to his. "You have?"

Tom nods. "Yeah," he sits back down and gestures for Chris to sit next to him, "and I have a feeling we're going through the same thing."

Ang and Lily walk to art in silence. Their arms are linked together as they maneuver through the sea of kids. Once they're seated at one of the large tables, Lily sighs. "Seb's been acting weird lately."

Angie furrows her brows. "Weird how?"

"Well, for starters, he's been drinking a lot more. Like, he doesn't get shit-faced or anything, but I can tell something's bothering him. Mom's back in Romania, so I'm really all he's got, as far as family is concerned, for right now. He won't talk to me, and I'm worried because he always talks to me. It's kinda our thing. Telling each other everything."

Angie reaches for her hand and holds it reassuringly. "I'm sure he'll talk when he's ready, babe. Maybe he just doesn't know how to put whatever it is into words yet."

Lily smiles, "yeah, you're right. Thanks, Ang. You always know how to make the chaos in my life make sense."

She squeezes her hand before pulling it away. "That's what I'm here for, dear."

The bell rings signaling the start of class and their teacher stands up from behind her desk.

"Good afternoon, class. My name is Mrs. Stevens, and I'll be helping all of you expand your art skills. This first week we will just be easing into things, and I figured for our first assignment you could draw whatever you want. A portrait, an aesthetic of your favorite season, etc. You can take the rest of the class to plan and sketch a mock-up of your drawing, and you'll have until Friday to finish it. There are sketchbooks in the back and supplies on the shelves for you to use at your leisure. You may begin."

Chris stares incredulously at his friend. "Y-You…what?"

Tom folds his hands and looks down at his lap. "I'm going to tell you something, and I'd appreciate it if you kept it between us. Please?"

Chris nods, "Of course, man."

Tom takes a moment to think of how to put his feelings for Angie into words. Finally, he just goes with what feels right. "I have romantic feelings for one of my students…"

Chris’s jaw drops. "Really?" He breathes out through his nose, "I um...you were right. We are going through the same thing. Can I…can I ask who she is?"

Tom looks over at him and licks his lips. "Angie DiLorenza."

Chris puts a hand on his shoulder. "She's in my second-period class. It's funny because she's friends with the one I'm with."

Tom almost chokes on his own spit. "The one you're with? You're dating her?!"

Chris grimaces at his slip-up. "Fuck...yeah, I...we…," he hangs his head and sighs. "I'll tell you, but you have to keep my secret too. Not even Sebastian can know, okay?"

Tom nods, "you have my word."

"It's Jessica Anderson." Even saying her name makes his heart flutter. "I met her at the park yesterday and she took my breath away. I mean, it was like the world stopped spinning when I saw her, Tom. I can't explain it any better than that. Then she was in my second hour and I panicked because I'm scared she would be weirded out having me as her teacher, you know? I passed her a note discreetly asking her to stay after class, and it must have scared her because she had a fuckin' anxiety attack right in front of me. I haven't been that scared in a long time. I didn't know what to do, so I locked my door, took her into my arms, and talked to her. It worked, and then...she was so close to me...and we ended up kissing."

Chris closes his eyes. "I haven't felt like this since Amanda."

"I know exactly what you mean. Ang has me feeling a way I've never felt before in my life. She...just doesn't know it yet. Today I gave the kids an assessment paper on Pre-Calc and she had no fear. She wrote little notes next to the questions like 'I need a calculator though.' and 'how am I supposed to know?'. I should have been upset, but instead of giving her detention, I offered to tutor her after school on Wednesdays. She was blatantly flirting with me too."

Tom stands and places his hands on his desk, leaning over slightly. "Chris, she looks at me like I'm some kind of God. I...what do I do?"

Chris gets to his feet and rubs a hand over the back of his neck. "Go with what your heart says. That's what I'm doing. Be careful about how much you flirt with her here though. Way too many witnesses. I'm here if you need to talk, man. You've got my number."

Tom pulls him into a hug and claps him on the back. "You too, Chris. Thank you for talking with me about all of this. It means a lot."

Chris smiles and walks to the door, "Anytime. I gotta get ready for my next class. Text me later."

Angie sighs, "any idea what you're gonna draw, love?"

Lily shrugs and passes her a blank sketchbook. "I don't know. I thought I'd try drawing a vacation spot my Mom and I went to. What about you?"

"I'm honestly not sure. I think I'm just gonna start sketching and see what happens."

The room is quiet save for the occasional sound of ruffling papers and moving pencils. Angie's mind wanders to her moment with Mr. Hiddleston. She can't describe the way she feels for him, but the one thing she is certain of is he makes her feel alive.

Her hand begins moving her pencil mindlessly across the page, her thoughts remembering every little detail. The way his calloused hand felt under her small fingers, his scent surrounding her like a warm blanket just pulled from the dryer, and the way he looked at her. She continues to draw, not even registering the image that's quickly taking shape.

She imagines the way his mouth would feel on her skin. Those smooth lips peppering gentle kisses along her neck gradually moving lower and lower. How he'd look towering over her, caging her in while they touch each other, map out one another's bodies. She thinks about him taking her innocence.

Angie blinks, snaps out of her trance, and looks down at the page. She stills, all the air leaving her lungs from what she sees.

Him.

It's just a sketch, with no shading or defined lines, but it's the fact that she's never done this before. Angie has never let her mind do the thinking for her while her hand drags the graphite across the page. Suddenly, she's aware that anyone could walk by and see it and that scares her.

Ang slams the book shut and puts her head in her hands. "Babe? What's wrong?" Lily whispers.

"I'm screwed, that's what." She passes the sketchbook over to Lily, "I just did this without even realizing it, Lil...what am I supposed to do? I don't know what to draw, and it's not like I can turn this in. I'll get in trouble."

Lily eyes her for a moment before flipping to the first page. Her eyes go wide. "Ang,...this is...it's amazing! Girl, what do you mean you can't turn this in?"

She shakes her head, "It'll cause suspicion, Lily! I don't want him to get fired because of some drawing I did of him! I'd feel awful if that ha-"

Mrs. Stevens approaches their table effectively cutting Angie off mid-sentence, "everything okay here girls?"

Lily slowly closes her friend's book and steals a quick glance across the table. "Y-Yeah, it's um...we're good."

Angie feels all the blood drain from her face. "Have you two decided what you'll be drawing?"

Angie's mouth goes dry, "Um…"

Her teacher looks at her with concern. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

She nods silently. "Well, okay dear." She looks down at her workspace and frowns, "where's your sketchbook?"

Ang can feel her heart rate spike. God, if she could only disappear right now. "My um…L-Lily has it." She takes it from the blonde and lays her forearms on top of it protectively. Mrs. Stevens smiles warmly. "Can I see what you've got so far?"

Lily can feel the fear and emotion coming from Angie. She wishes she could do something, but she feels helpless.

"I-I-I don't think that's uh...a g-good idea," Ang says quietly.

"Nonsense, Ms. DiLorenza. I'm sure it's lovely, whatever it is. C'mon, let's see it."

Tears pool in her eyes as she reluctantly hands her the book. She looks down at her lap and wrings her hands nervously. Lily watches as the teacher opens it, her hand covering her mouth as she looks down in shock.

"Ms. DiLorenza...this is-''

Angie can't hold back her tears anymore. If she's going to get in trouble she might as well attempt to salvage Mr. Hiddleston's teaching position. "I know. I know this looks bad, but I promise it's not like that, Mrs. Stevens! I-I just…I draw my inspiration from things that...that speak to me, and Mr. H helped me with my Math earlier. He was so nice and I've never had a Math teacher be so patient with me. I just wanted to show my appreciation." She wipes her eyes with her sleeve, not making any eye contact with her teacher.

"Ms. DiLorenza, you're not in any trouble here and neither is Mr. H. I believe you when you say that there isn't anything going on, and it isn't a crime to draw something that inspires you. This," she motions to the drawing, "is beautiful. Please finish this. Don't worry, you're not going to be punished. I actually think it would be nice to show him when it's all done, don't you?"

Angie bit her lip. "Yeah, I-I can do that. Thank you, Mrs. Stevens."

She looks at Lily and breathes a sigh of relief. "God, that was nerve-racking. I'm just glad he's not going to be let go or something."

Lily nods, "me too, but what do you think he's gonna say? You know, about the picture?"

"I don't know," Angie admits. "I just hope he doesn't get freaked out by it. I want him to like it."

Lily reaches across the table for her hand. "He will, love. He will."

Jessica walks out of the music wing in the direction of her locker. Her mind is definitely not focused on anything around her. She can still feel his soft lips on hers, moving slowly and sweet. He tasted like coffee and mint and it was heaven. With a dreamy sigh, she rounds the corner to the hall of lockers and collides into a firm chest.

She falls backward and catches herself with her hands and hits the floor. Her books scatter everywhere and she groans. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention and I didn't mea-" Her eyes look up and lock onto none other than Mr. Stan.

He stares down at her in momentary shock before quickly helping her to her feet. "Are you alright, Ms. Anderson?"

She looks down at her mess of books. "I-I'm fine. Just got a lot on my mind. Sorry for keeping you."

Sebastian frowns and bends down to pick up her blank book that Chris had assigned earlier in the day. His fingers curl around the spine and when he picks it up the book opens slightly, two loose scraps of paper falling out.

Jessica's heart seizes in her chest as she watches the papers float gently to the ground in slow motion. Of course, the one with his number on it lands ink-side up. She instantly lunges for it praying to anyone who was listening that he didn't read it. "Th-Thank you for um...for uh…" She quickly grabs the book from his hands. "S-Sorry."

He watches her practically sprint down the hallway while he stands rooted to the spot. There was definitely something fishy about everything that just happened. She was more nervous than she was in pain from hitting the tile floor. At first, Sebastian thought he'd scared her, but the moment he picked up the book for her he saw the horror flash in her eyes. He didn't understand what the big deal was until he looked down at the paper on the floor. He didn't recognize anything odd about it at first glance, but when he looked again he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Was that Chris’s phone number?!

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