#@seb drop a pin i just wanna talk

[msommers]

hm. riya's brother sebastian being so distanced from the family and convinced of the heavy anti-mage rhetoric that she would have at least once genuinely wondered if he had any part in what happened after victor's death. i'm sad

#bc she did end up as such a family oriented girlie in terms of love + priority + dependence + etc #& to have so much faith that her family would be there for her in belief and rescue #but then there's the one (1) sibling who in all likelihood probably showed up not to help but to gloat and taunt #which spawns thoughts on if his approval for her being punished extends higher into active encouragement of it #i should've rolled 1 less on determining the amount of her siblings so she'd only have the good ones this sucks #@seb drop a pin i just wanna talk #campaign: the vigilant #ch: valeriya de clairmont

[harley-sunday]

The Draw - Epilogue

Summary: The whirlwind starts at the 2018 ACE Comic Con in Phoenix but you’re not sure where it will end…

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language.

Word count: 1.9k

AN: This it. It’s done. I don’t really know what to say other than that I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. The ending (part 17) was supposed to be something completely different up until last week, when eL convinced me to take the angsty-route. I’m glad she did, because it allowed me to include a piece in the epilogue I wrote a long time ago but never really got to use until now. Thank you, sweets! Here it is, guys, enjoy! ♥

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His collar is up and his hands are tucked deep into the pockets of his jacket because it’s cold, much colder than it usually is this time of year anyway. He looks up at the dark sky and wonders if there’s any snow in the clouds that slowly drift by, trying to remember if he’s heard anything about it on the news earlier that day but not recalling a weather warning going out. 

He’s on his way home after another meeting with his lawyer, who, for some reason, always insists they meet in a restaurant rather than his office. It’s never during normal business hours either but always late at night, and always somewhere else. At first he was fine with the arrangement but it’s starting to annoy him that the restaurants have become increasingly more expensive and he’s always the one that ends up footing the bill. As if he doesn’t pay his lawyer enough to help him come out of this messy divorce as unscathed as possible. 

He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the guilt that he feels about wasting three years of his life in a loveless marriage that never had a chance of succeeding in the first place. His therapist tells him to look at it as personal growth, but he doesn’t agree, not really, anyway. At least the court date has been set, he thinks, and this should all be over and done with two weeks from now.

He quickens his pace as he lets his mind wander, taking long strides, looking straight ahead and not paying much attention to the few people that are out this late. Most of them ignore him too. It’s New York after all. For a moment he debates the option of hauling a cab to get him out of this cold but he dismisses the idea quickly. He likes the walk home from downtown, it gives him an opportunity to clear his head and helps with the insomnia that sometimes bothers him. 

Crossing the street absentmindedly there’s something on the other side that catches his eye. He does a classic double take and then shakes his head, not quite believing what he sees. He must have walked by these storefronts at least a dozen times and tries to recall if the art gallery has always been there, but he simply can’t remember. The black canvas that’s displayed in the window is illuminated from above by a single light bulb, highlighting the various brush strokes going from left to right and top to bottom. He knows it’s called ‘Love’ before even looking at the little card pinned to the bottom right corner, and it’s like someone’s punched him in the gut. He first saw it a few years ago, when it was still a work in progress, standing on an easel in her guest bedroom in Charlotte, the paint still wet, and the black somehow less black. 

It’s then he notices the lights inside the building are on and it’s like his body has a mind of its own and before he knows it he’s on his way in. A bell chimes above his head as he enters and he hears a chair being pushed back in response somewhere. The space he’s in is long and narrow, only about fifteen feet wide, but the ceiling’s high and makes it feel more spacious than it is. There’s a wall about forty feet in, with a door that’s slightly ajar, and music flowing in from the back room, some song he thinks he recognizes but hasn’t heard in a long time. 

“I am so sorry but we are closed,” the voice is soft, coming from behind the door, but he would recognize it anywhere and he chokes up a little at the familiarity of it all. The door opens a little more then and all of sudden she’s there, exactly like he remembers her, “I must have forgotten to-” but she doesn’t finish her sentence because it’s then she sees him. Her eyes widen in shock and she actually drops the paintbrush she’s holding, her eyes never leaving his.

“Hey,” he says with a foolish grin, because never in a million years did he expect to run into her again, not here, and definitely not tonight.

“Hey,” she mimics, her eyes softening and the hint of a smile on her lips.

He takes the few steps needed to get to her, and for a moment he hesitates, unsure if she’d let him, but then he throws his arms around her and pulls her in for a hug. He can feel her smile against his shoulder, and he presses a kiss into her hair, because God, does it feel good to hold her again. 

“Here you go,” 

He takes the beer she hands him and waits until she’s uncapped hers before he raises it in a toast. She clinks her bottle against his and takes a swig and he follows suit. 

They’re sitting on the floor of what turns out to be her art gallery, their backs against the far wall, looking out on the dark street on the other side of the window. She turned the lights off before she brought him his beer, except for the lone bulb illuminating ‘Love’, and it feels like they’re in a little bubble, shielded from whatever’s going on outside and if someone told them he’d have a way of making this little moment in time last forever, he’s sure he would. 

He’s taken his jacket off, using it as something to sit on after she admitted she’s only got one chair here, his legs stretched out in front of him and his head resting against the bare brick wall. He’s got a million questions for her but he’s not sure where to begin and so he takes another sip of his beer instead, letting the silence settle between them.

She’s sitting next to him, close enough that her arm brushes against his whenever she takes a drink and it feels like there are little electric currents running through him every time she does. She looks up at him then, her eyes narrowed, almost as if she’s studying him, “You ok?”

He wants to tell her he’s fine, great even, but the way she looks at him tells him she’ll see straight through any bullshit answer he’ll try to give and so shakes his head, “Not really.” 

“Talk to me,” 

He opens his mouth to say something but then decides against it. They haven’t seen each other in four years and so much has happened but none of it they went through together and-

“It’s ok if you don’t want to,” her voice is soft and kind. She clears her throat then, “It’s just- I’ve read the articles about your divorce and- Well, the accusations she's made and- I don’t know, Seb, I figured maybe it has something to do with why you’re out this late.” 

“Yeah,” 

“I’m sorry.” 

He lets out a heavy sigh because he doesn’t want to bother her with everything that’s going on in his life, not really, but he also knows she’s a good listener and there’s no one he’d rather talk to than her right now. Looking down he plucks at the edge of the label on his beer bottle, deciding then to be honest with her, “I guess I should have fought harder, should have made it work, I-” another sigh, “They say you never know what you got ‘till it’s gone, right?” 

He sees her nod out of the corner of his eye, and then her hand’s on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze and it’s like a bolt of lightning runs through him, “Then why don’t you?”

His eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Why don’t I, what?”

“Fight,” she explains. “Try to make it work. If that’s really how you-” 

“Would you let me?”

“I-” she hesitates and pulls her hand back then, “What?” 

“I wasn’t talking about her,” he confesses quietly and when he looks up at her he sees her eyes are wide in shock. He tries to smile, “It’s always been you.” 

“Oh,” she breathes, her eyes a little glossed over now. She doesn’t say anything else and he doesn’t really know how to go from here so he keeps quiet too. But then she puts her beer down and stands up, holding out her hand to him, “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

He takes her hand and lets her pull him to his feet. She doesn’t let go when she leads him to the front of the gallery, her hand warm against his, and when he gives it a gentle squeeze she smiles at him from over her shoulder and it warms his heart in ways he hadn’t thought possible.

She stops in front of a painting, reaching behind it to turn on the searchlight, the warm light casting a golden glow on the canvas. “I made this one right after we broke up,” she says, her voice a little rough, “took me forever to finish because I couldn’t stop crying.” His heart breaks a little, but she dismisses her statement with a wave of her hand, “I got there in the end. It was like therapy.” A smile then, “I submitted it to a local art competition and I don’t know-” she shrugs but he can tell it’s important, “People seemed to really like it. Someone actually wanted to buy it but I couldn’t- I would never.” 

She gestures around her then, “This is all because of that.” He must look confused because she continues, “I kept painting, had some of my work on display in local art galleries, but it wasn’t until I decided to quit my job after Deb retired last year and Mark got appointed as her successor that things really took off. More art shows meant I sold quite a few pieces, enough so I could open my own art gallery anyway.” She looks up at him, “I don’t really know how I ended up in New York, but,” another shrug then, “here I am.”

“Here you are,” he agrees quietly. He doesn’t know how these things work, if it’s karma or faith or destiny he has to thank for this, but he likes to believe that her coming back into his life at this exact moment was meant to be and he vows right then and there to never let her go. There’s still so much he wants to tell her, has to tell her, and he’s sure the same goes for her, but it doesn’t matter. Not now anyway. Now he just says, “If you’ll let me, I’m willing to fight.” He squeezes her hand, “For you.”

“Me too,” she whispers. “For you,” she looks at him then, “and for us.” She lets go of his hand a little, only so she can intertwine her fingers with his, leaning into him, her other hand on his arm. She nods towards the painting, “Do you like it?”

He looks at it then, really looks at it, taking in the different shades of green she’s used, which, even when they’re on opposite sides of the canvas, seem to pull towards each other, always meeting or almost meeting in the middle, and somehow he just gets it. “I do.”

“It’s called ‘The Draw’.” 

#The Draw #Sebastian Stan imagine #Sebastian Stan fanfic #Harley Sunday x Sebastian Stan

[mrs-hollandstan]

What If? || Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 3,362

Warnings: smut(18+), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, brief mention of anal, oral (female recieving), talk of pregnancy and uncertainty

Author's Note: ooooh boy. This is the first smut I'm posting, but trust me, I have quite a few. I really enjoy this one though and I have a Tom one queued up that's kinda like this. Let me know what you think and as always, enjoy! 😊

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It was often she was left speechless by the man of her dreams. The stubble. The slicked back hair. The gentle baby blue eyes. The occasional Romanian omitted from his crimson lips. He knew what to say and do and how to say and do it. He flaunted what he could to impress her and it always worked. He often caught the ruby tint in her cheeks and across her clavicles, smiling to himself. She loved her name rolling off his tongue. Especially in the morning when he was checking to see if she was awake before slipping his arm from under her neck, brushing baby hairs from the back of it and kissing the tip of her spine over the skin. Every time he touched her, it sent shivers across her body, leaving a wave of goosebumps across her soft skin which he would always notice. He would feign dumbfoundedness, stroking her arms as if she were cold. She could see right through him and knew he was playing her. To that she would lean into him, her hand falling to his upper thigh and squeezing, the grip on her arms constricting as he realized her intentions. The same way he had teased her, she was mirroring, and for some odd reason, the thought of her crouched over him, clad in nothing but her lace panties, humming with her lips around him was the only imagine in his mind, starting a steady pulsation of his own heartbeat in the shaft she was clutching for dear life. He excused himself from his guests, pacing quickly to the bathroom and locking the door behind him. He didn't expect her to follow, and when the door shifted slightly he gave a weak,

"I'll be right out." There was a pause before she responded,

"Seb, it's me." His breath caught in his throat, heat coursing over his body. He slowly reached up, the click of the lock reverberating on both sides of the hard wood. She pushed her palm against it, her eyes locking with his before she was closing it again, leaning against it,

"You okay?" She squeaked out, his head pulling a nod and his eyes raking over her body,

"Yes. I just want you. Right now." As if she didn't already sense that, her eyes widened, her gaze dropping from his,

"And what about everyone else? What if they hear? What if they know?" He shrugged, truly not caring,

"What if?" Instantaneously his lips were ghosting over her neck, his warm breath fanning over her blazing skin. She had seen him not care, on the nights when he would bend her over the foot of their bed and make her scream his name, coaxing a climax from her.

His intentions were different though. He wasn't in for just screwing her. He wanted to take in every inch of her. Under the burning, white light of the bathroom, he admired her soft skin, kissing delicately from her jawline to her shoulder, slipping the thin strap from her flesh. She tilted her head, her breathing heavy, and her eyes fluttering shut. His wide hands skimmed up her sides, bunching the chiffon around her ribcage. She let his caloused fingers slip the zipper along it's track, the blush colored material falling from her body. He pulled pins from her hair, taking her cheek in his palm,

"So beautiful." She was the ultimate paragon to what he liked, hair dangling just past her shoulders, eyes glistening a delicate color that reflected her intimacy towards him. For the past year and a half she had devoted herself to him, apprehending his stress and anxiety from filming, serving as his pillow when he just needed her fingers through his hair. He always felt bad, seemingly using her but she didn't mind, always ready to serve him when she was needed. Standing before him in a pushup bra and lace thong, her hands were tucked behind her, her chest heaving. He shrugged his suit jacket from his shoulders, her fingers encircling his wrist,

"You wanna be a little dangerous?" Her eyebrow quirked and her cotton candy pink lip was caught between her snow colored teeth. He shrugged, reaching forward to trace her hipbone with his fingertip,

"What do you have in mind?" She bumped him back with her own chest, his eyes meeting the soft curve of her bottom as she peeked out into the hallway before closing the door again,

"There's a lounge down the hall. I'm gonna run down there like this," she ran her hands over his chest, "follow me?" He leaned down, his lips adorning a smile, before he whispered to her,

"Always." She grinned, beckoning him with her finger, checking the hall once more before running half-naked down the hallway, a squeal leaving her lips as she dipped into the dark room, waiting for him. When he finally did stoop to grab her crumpled dress, he sighed, shaking his head at the thought of his crazy girl. He strutted down the hallway, met with a soft blow to the head which even in the dark he knew was her bra, trying to find the sprightly girl. Just as he caught a glimpse of her, she was pouncing on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, both of their snickers breaking the silence. She released him, starting to unbutton his shirt,

"Its not very fair I'm nearly naked and all you have off is your jacket." Her lips were pressed against his now bare chest as she stood on her toes to kiss his neck. He ran his large hands across her body, crinkling her panties before she was lifted off of her feet, her legs around his waist. He laid her on the leather couch in the center of the room, her body a delicate lemon yellow from the vending machine rumbling away in the corner. He kissed across her body, leaving a trail of wet spots in his wake. She hummed in satisfaction as he pulled the lace bottoms from her body, eyes scanning the soft skin adorning her hips. He ran one rough hand across her pelvis and abdomen, extending his arm out to mold her breasts to his hand. She laid beneath him, her breathing spasmotic, her chest surging and descending rhythmicly. He leaned down, returning the favor of pecking her neck fleetly. She watched through hooded lids as he slid out of the rest of his clothes, admiring the shelf of his bottom as he threw his slacks aside,

"So sexy." She groaned as he slid back between her legs, holding her calves,

"Lookin in a mirror baby?" She smiled, giggling lightly, running her hands across his arms as he leaned back down, kissing her face,

"I want you to make me scream so loud all your friends remember your name." He smiled, exhaling a laugh through his nose,

"I want to savor you baby. It'll be slow and all about you." Before she could stop him, his lips were connected to her folds, circling around her clit. Her back arched, his eyes never leaving her bliss stricken face. She moaned, her penciled in eyebrows furrowing as she attempted to contain herself. She reached around with the hand not in his hair, gripping the arm of the leather sofa tightly, her fingertips white. Breathy moans left her lips and he knew she loved the attention. The fact that he could do anything and she would be game drove him further, his arms wrapping around her thighs.

He loved her so much. The way she writhed beneath him, so caught up in the pleasure he was supplying her with. The way she knew how to make him feel good and always set her mind to do so no matter how exhausted she was. But he especially loved her outside of the bedroom. The way no matter what state she was in she was always breathtaking, whether it be in sweats and one of his t-shirts or dolled up, each of her hairs curled perfectly and her makeup on point, laughing with a glass of champagne in her hand. He loved the way she chewed on her lip or the inside of her cheek when she either looked over a magazine, book, or her writing, her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, her hair tied up in a bun with those little hairs that hung at the side of her face. He loved the way she had two personalities when it came to fashion. She could either wear ripped jeans with a plain white shirt, a leather jacket and converse or she could wear a long tulle dress adorned with heels and a small sparkly clutch. He loved her so much, and nothing could change that. He loved her family and she, his. He loved her touch, the way she smelled, the way she molded into him.

He ran his hand across her stomach, goosebumps raising across the tan skin. She caught his hand in hers, squeezing slightly as her chest rose and fell ferociously. The noises leaving her throat as he licked across her made him sweat. The way her face glistened, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted slightly, he knew she was creeping closer to her high, his movements intensifying. She arched her back again crying out as her heel dug into his shoulder. As she settled back of the cool leather he took note of the hairs cleaving to her forehead, her eyes closed,

"Seb I'm close." She whimpered, stroking his hair, but still holding him close,

"Do it baby girl. Cum for me." That was all the reassurance she needed and before either of them knew, her arousal was pouring into his expectant mouth, the sweet flavor of vanilla sweeping over him as she whined, arching her back once more. His eyes never left her as he rose, pulling the small foil packet from his pocket, but before he could even open it she was stopping him,

"I want to feel you. All of you." He agreed, allowing her to lick her palm and run it across his length, loving the way her cotton soft hand felt against him. He felt as though he needed to tip his head back but couldn't take his eyes off her, the way she was already flustered. She pulled him by his shaft, pressing his tip to her folds. He supplied a small push, sliding into her gracefully thanks to her previous release,

"Seb." She gasped, her hands falling to his muscular biceps as he slid completely into her, his face nuzzled in her neck. He groaned loudly, her sweaty skin muffling it. Her hands slipped under his arms, grasping his bottom as he slowly drew his hips back, softly moving them back, her hands pushing him deeper,

"Baby girl, let me take care of you." He murmured, pushing her hands further up his back. Her eyes met his, pleading with him, to which he obliged, sliding in and out of her a bit faster. She gasped, her nails sinking into his back, his head lulling back slightly as he pulled himself onto her, using the arm of the couch,

"Oh god Seb, just like that, don't stop." Her legs wrapped around his, her body falling into his perfectly like a puzzle piece.

She was such a daredevil and he never understood why she was still around. Him being thirty five and her being twenty seven, almost eight now made him nervous. She, at any point could leave him, but he knew that what kept her around was the adrenaline boosts he gave her. No matter what she suggested, whether it be, skinny dipping in the neighbor's pool or drinking the most insane alcohol combinations to the point of rolling on the kitchen floor laughing at the dumbest things, he would always agree, believing that you only live once and that no matter what, you had to live life to the fullest and be reckless. When it came to their sex life, she was the most reckless. They had experimented multiple times, pushing her body to breaking points she never knew she had. Ice, wax, and chocolate syrup had all been used on her. On one occasion she even agreed to try anal sex which ended in him getting bored and switching holes, which she loved. She loved to be teased. She also loved doing it anywhere but their bed. For her, it wasn't regular sex that was vanilla, her vanilla was having sex in a bed. As long as he had her on a counter, or their couch, or on the dryer, she was happy and he could do whatever he wanted. She loved receiving attention and he loved supplying it.

"Yes baby, yes, don't stop!" She cried out, her chest pressed against his as she held his hands in her own, his hips rolling up into her. She supported his body, his weight applying a comfortable amount of pressure. She clung to him as he slowly kissed her neck, the same pace as his long, slow thrusts, each and every time dancing over her sweet spot.

She wondered the same thing he did. How did she manage to keep a thirty five year old around when she was so care free and reckless? She didn't realize how madly in love with her he was. Sure he expressed it in multiple ways, but she didn't see what he did. She didn't think she deserved him. She didn't think she was pretty enough. She didn't think she was his type. Every kiss, every date, every love making session, every bouquet of flowers, she knew he loved her, but to what extent, she would never know.

She knew he wanted to settle down. Marriage was an often talked about subject in their house. As was kids. He claimed he wasn't getting any younger and they had often talked about not waiting to start a family. But that was the one experiment she never was game to try. Raising an illegitimate child was not something she wanted to try. If they broke up they had co-parental responsibilities that she feared. He knew that and never pushed. Especially because he planned on proposing to her. The ring never left his pocket. He always carried it and her smile made him want to pull it out at any given time.

She cupped his cheeks, pulling his face to hers. They moaned into each other, his hair falling into her face. Utilizing her latched onto him he sat up, holding her on top of him. Her arms fell over his shoulders as she slowly rolled her hips up to meet his. He watched her, the shadow casted on her face from the moon making her look more beautiful than ever to him. She roughly bounced on top of him, his hands holding her hips,

"Slow baby, slow, you can have me, you can have all of me just slow down." She groaned, throwing her head back,

"Seb, I won't be able to get either of us off if we go this slow." He smiled, running his hands across her sides,

"Its okay baby, I just want to see you on top a little bit and then we can switch." She agreed, slowly rolling onto him. He watched her face, watching her eyes squeeze shut and her eyebrows furrow. She moaned and his eyes flicked down to her chest, the steady bounce of her breasts enticing him. He leaned forward, the tip of his tongue enveloping the nipple. She groaned louder, her hand snaking through his hair, pushing him back against the sofa. At the new angle, she was able to bounce on his thick shaft, probably faster than he would like but he didn't stop her, too focused on her chest. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her. He kneaded one breast with his hand, the other his lips tightly wrapped around. Her hands on his pecs, her nails stinging the rough skin, making him growl below her.

She loved the closeness. The way he refused to let go of her. The way she didn't have to beg or plead with him. It was true that she loved the attention, and he loved giving her attention. That's why they were still together. She wouldn't give him up and the feeling was reciprocated.

Her skin slapped his own as she came down onto him, small whimpers leaving her mouth. He watched her, his eyes locked on her face, the way her lips were parted slightly, little noises falling from them,

"You are doing so good baby. You feel amazing. I'm gettin close." Suddenly she wasn't touching him, her hands past his body on the sofa,

"God Seb this is so hot. The fact that we could get caught. You're amazing." He hummed against the skin of her collarbone, taking the skin in between his teeth. Her toes curled as she neared her release, the pressure in her abdomen too much for her. Her body convulsed around him, his hands finding her shoulder blades, stroking his thumbs across the harsh bones jutting from her back as she cried out, reaching that high for a second time.

Her favorite thing was his gold watch pressed against her hot skin, freezing her body. She collapsed against him, continuing to please him, despite how fragile and sensitive she now was. He groaned, holding her hips down,

"I'm almost there baby, don't stop." She leaned back, bouncing a little bit faster to push him over the edge. She took noted in his sweaty forehead, his gaped mouth, and his eyes squeezed shut, his arms draped over the back of the sofa as he clawed closer to his own release. She sensed it at the same time he did, standing on shaky legs and stroking him until ropes of his release were coating his stomach, a labored groan leaving his lips, his head falling back. She dropped to her knees and as he watched, kitten licked his seed from his abdomen, swallowing every drop. He smiled, tucking hair behind her ear as she licked across his tip, laying his now soft length against his thigh. She laid against him, his arm draping over her body, his eyes closing. She rested her head against his chest,

"I love you Seb." He smiled,

"I love you too baby." She kissed his arm, closing her own eyes and relaxing against his skin. She was so close to sleep but those two words that he uttered made her more lively than ever,

"Marry me." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Her eyes shot open and she looked up at him,

"W-what?" He sighed, stroking his thumb across her cheek,

"Marry me." The endorphins coursing through her body paused and she felt herself drawn to tears,

"Seb. What do you mean?" He laughed, climbing over her and grabbing his jacket. He pulled the ring from the inside of it before laying the material over her. He climbed back in front of her, her eyes never leaving the Blue Nile halo ring in his hand. He sighed before holding it out to her,

"I never leave home without it." Tears ran from the corners of her eyes as she choked back sobs. He smiled at her,

"You're the most important thing to me. No matter what you always take care of me and I want to return the favor. I want you for the rest of my life. I want you to be the mother of my children. I want to be the shoulder you cry on when things get tough." With every word she cried harder, his face blurry behind her tears,

"Marry me?" He formed the question, her nodding like her life depended on it,

"Yes, of course yes." He smiled, sliding the silver ring onto her finger, pulling her in for a kiss,

"I love you so much."

"I love you too Seb." She cried, holding her hand up. He snuggled her into him,

"Forever and always baby girl."

#sebastian stan #sebstanedit #chase collins #carter baizen #jefferson ouat #dayton white #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan smut #seb stan x reader #sebstan imagine #sebstan smut #Bucky Barnes #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky x reader

[buckyscrystalqueen]

I Can’t: Part 4

Pairings: Seb Stan x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, introvert stuff… angst. IDK I’m bad at this kinda thing. Fluff & swearing as usual.

Word Count: 2,301

A/N: Looks like we got another one shot turned mini-series. Enjoy & Thank @magpiegirl80 for the adorable derp photo of her dog, Ollie & send love to my pups, Lucy and Skye!!!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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The next day was a hard day. You had no idea how it happened but after a slight ‘miscommunication’ with your doctors office about the ‘actual’ date and time of your appointment for your bipolar medication, you got caught without them for two days. But after lots of yelling on your part at a poor scheduler and the office nurse, they got called in early.

You knew it the moment you woke up; that there was nothing positive about that day what-so-ever. The sound of your mom’s voice as she came in to find out what time you worked that afternoon was like nails on a chalkboard. You screamed at her to go away, not really meaning it but unable to control yourself. She said a soft OK, not taking it personal at all but as the door closed behind her, you burst into tears for the way you treated her during your down days. You texted her a fast apology and asked her if she could please pick up your meds before curling back into a ball under your blankets and falling back asleep.

You mother was sitting on your front porch that afternoon, working on her sudoku while the dogs laid in the sun on your porch when a cab pulled into your driveway. She looked up through her readers, which you never understood how she could see long distance like that, and smiled at the visitor.

“Well hi there.” She called out to Seb as he walked into the fenced in yard. “Did (Y/N) call you?”

“She did not.” He said with a shake of his head as he said hi to your dogs. “I forgot my wallet here last night and I kinda need it… I thought she had to work today?” Your mom sighed and took off her glasses as he came up and sat down on the porch in the rocking chair beside her.

“We’re having a bad day today.” She said as she leaned back in her chair and lit a cigarette. “She’s still in bed.”

“That explains it.” He said with a nod as he rocked himself back and forth slowly. “I was going to stop by after the gym this morning before she went to work but she didn’t answer. I just figured she was running late and didn’t look at her phone.” He glanced over at your mom and gave her a tight lipped smile. “Do you mind if I go up and sit with her for a while, Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

“Oh sweetheart, it’s Marie.” She said as she gestured to your room upstairs with her cigarette. “And by all means. But don’t take it to heart if she screams at you. Bad days are rare but I avoid her like the plague because she can get nasty. Not always… sometimes it’s just tears on top of tears. But all bets are off on what you get.” He nodded his head as he got up from the chair.

“Thanks Marie. I’ll keep my guard up.” She nodded as she picked up her sudoku book again.

“She’s the door right at the top of the stairs. Good luck. And can you bring her a bottle of water from the fridge? She hasn’t come out at all today.” He nodded as he stepped into the house and took his shoes off by the door. After grabbing his wallet and a bottle of water, he headed up the stairs that ran along the left most wall of the house. He took a deep breath outside the door, reminding himself that you were his soulmate and you needed him whether you knew it or not, before knocking gently on the door and walking into the room before you could protest.

“Hi baby.” He said softly as you looked up at him from your cocoon of blankets. “Scoot over.”

“No.” You whined as he set the water bottle on the coaster on your bedside table.

“Yes.” He said as he took off his jacket and dropped it on the floor. “Scoot over.” Tears welled in your eyes as you scooted back toward the wall on your no wave water bed that was easier on your back than a normal bed. “I know.” He said as he gently pulled at your blanket so he could get under it. You began to sob uncontrollably as he laid down on the bed and pulled you into his arms.

“I… I can’t…” You choked as your tears soaked through his shirt in seconds.

“Shh. I know, baby girl. I know.” He gently kissed the top of your head and began the slow process of untangling your hair with his fingers as you cried yourself back to sleep in his arms.

——

“Here sweetheart, you gotta eat just a little bit for me.” Seb said around ten that night as he came into your room with a big bowl of macaroni and cheese and two spoons. You looked up at him with a sigh and shook your head.

“I’m not hungry.” You sighed as he put in the next Sons of Anarchy DVD and hit play.

“I know… but you still gotta take a few bites.” He moved his pillow against the head rest and sat down beside you. He smirked as he purposely wiggled on the bed to make the water bed move. “I like this bed… just so you know.”

“Only kind of bed I can sleep on.” You said with annoyance obvious in your tone as he took a bite of the macaroni since he hadn’t eaten since lunch himself.

“Suit yourself.” He said as he crossed his ankles and took another bite. You focused on the TV show for a few minutes as he ate before your stomach betrayed you and growled. With a cocky smirk, he got a spoonful and held it out in front of you.

“Shut up.” You growled before taking the bite. You huffed through your nose and forced yourself to sit up beside him. He grabbed your spoon and held it out to you so you could split the meal. “Why are you here?”

“Forgot my wallet last night.” He said simply as he watched Agent June Stahl talking to Opie on your TV.

“So how did picking up your wallet lead you up here?” You asked as you got another spoonful.

“I needed a nap.”

“You’re a shit liar.” You said. “Stick to your day job.”

“Well, you mom told me you were having a bad day. So I wanted to see if I could make it a bit better.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“God I hate you right now.”

“I know.” He said as he gestured to the TV with his spoon. “Trying to watch here.” You looked away, feeling scolded like a child and tears welled in your eyes again.

“Sorry.” You whispered as you put your spoon in the bowl. Before you could slip away to hide in your blankets again, he wrapped his arm around you and pulled into his side.

“Watch the show, baby. It’s all OK.” You rested your head on his shoulder and cried as he rubbed your arm and waited out the rest of the bad day with you.

——

You woke up the next morning to someone’s soft snoring directly in front of your face. You startled a bit and blinked your eyes a few times to bring your dark room into focus. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you moved your head back a bit on Seb’s arm and studied your soulmates sleeping face. Very carefully, you reached up and brushed your fingertip down his nose and across his bottom lip, causing his face to scrunch for a second before his eyes flew open.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He said with a sleep scratched, deep voice.

“Hi, handsome. How’d you sleep?”

“Amazing.” He said as he curled his arms around you and stretched his legs out against your body. “I really, really like this bed. I need to get one.”

“It’s addicting.” You giggled as you brushed your fingers across the ribs of his wife beater. “But get a king. The queen is good to sleep with someone for a couple nights but long term, you’ll fall in the crack between the water bed part and the wall thing.”

“Are those the technical terms?” He laughed.

“Yes they are.” You giggled as you pushed on his chest playfully.

“Well you and your fancy terminology are coming with me bed shopping then, madam big words.” He laughed as you tickled his side with a smile. You pulled back with a forced scowl and he pouted out his bottom lip. “Wait bring back the smile!”

“No, you’re making fun of me.”

“Baby!” He whined as he made a sobbing emoji face.

“I don’t wanna.” You played along as you fought your smile. He opened one eye to see if you were smiling and his sad face instantly turned to one of determination.

“Oh, you’re gunna smile.” He said as he pinned you to his chest with the hand under your head, put his leg over yours so you couldn’t thrash, and tickled you mercilessly. “Smile, baby. Smile, smile, smile!”

“OK!” You squealed as you tried to push out of his hold. “OK, you win!” He instantly stopped tickling you and let you pull away with a smile of his own.

“I will always win tickle fights. I am the master.”

“OK, well master or not, I have to go to the bathroom. So Ursula, you need to let me go.”

“I protest.” He whined as he let you go, rolled onto his back, and proceeded to lose his right side to the crack between the water bed bladder and the side walls. “Damn it.” He grumbled as you scooted down to the foot of the bed and got up.

“Told you.” You laughed as you headed out of your room to the bathroom.

“Feeling better?” You mom asked on her way down stairs to go to work.

“Yes. Thanks for picking up my meds for me. And I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, hun.” She said as she gestured to your bedroom door. “Tell him I say thanks for putting up with you so I didn’t have to. And put some pants on, you hussy.”

“Wow, mom. Just wow.” You laughed as went into the bathroom, took your meds, and used the facilities. You came back into the room and paused to watch Seb push down rhythmically on the bed to make it move. “You pop my bed and I’m gunna kill you.” You said, causing him to startle.

“I didn’t do it!” He claimed as he put his hands in the air in front of his chest as the water bed settled back into place under him.

“Yea, sure.” You said as you crossed your room and climbed over his legs back into bed. “Troublemaker.” He huffed a laugh as you rested your head on his chest while he put his arms around you again. “Thank you.” You whispered as you dragged your fingers across his stomach.

“Don’t thank me, sweetheart. That’s what boyfriends are for.” Your fingers stopped moving and you looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“Wha…?”

“Take a breath, baby. It’s just a word. Breathe…” He took a deep breath and reached up to brush your hair back behind your ear. With a smile, he curled his fingers under your chin and brushed his thumb across your cheek.

“You want me?” You squeaked. “Me? I…”

“Of course I want you, sweetheart. You’re a perfect combination of kind, funny, loud, and twisted. You are so compassionate and you always put others before you no matter how frustrated it makes you when people don’t appreciate you or do what you ask them too. And you are adorable when you get mad… you scrunch up your nose and growl and grumble under your breath until you talk it out. Then you’re back to being that sweet, awkward, goofy girl I’m so lucky I can call my soulmate.”

“But I’m crazy… did you forget about yesterday?”

“Nope. I didn’t. So you have bad days. I have bad days too. Why should that stop us from making the good days happier?”

“But what about your job?” You asked as you rolled on your stomach partially on his hip and folded your hands on his chest.

“What about it? Do you know how easy it is to keep your girlfriend out of the press if you want to? Really easy. Like super easy. Because I can tell you with one hundred precent certainty that there should be thousands more paparazzi photos than there are of me. Some days, I don’t mind. But other days, shit I’m an actor. You’ll be amazed how a simple, thin, night sleep guard in your mouth can change the entire shape of your cheeks and therefore your face. Baseball cap and some sunglasses… instant disguise… well… as long as you don’t try to eat with it.

So I’m a little more cautious of paparazzi when we go out. And since both of us much prefer to stay in anyways, I don’t think it’s something you have to go worrying about before it’s even an issue, right? Stay out of your head, baby girl. Stay here with me; your regular, boring boyfriend… that kinda has to go to the bathroom so can we maybe speed up the accepting the boyfriend thing?” You burst out laughing and nodded as you rolled off his hip.

“Fine, you win.” You said as you stretched on the bed. 

“Thanks girlfriend!” He called out as he got up and darted out of the room with a laugh.

#sebastian stan x reader #seb stan x reader #I Can't

[sapphicsugden]

good morning (i love you) aaron/robert, liv, gerry (no seb mentions). five mornings with the mill fam.

one.

The shrill alarm cuts through Robert’s dreams and he groans, reaching out a hand to grab for his phone. He misses a couple of times, mumbling curses into the pillow. There’s a heavy arm across his back, and a face pressed into the juncture of his neck. Said face moans something incoherent, but Robert finally manages to silence the phone and groans, pressing his face into the pillow. 

“Don’t wanna get up,” Aaron says, arm shifting against Robert’s back as Aaron stretches. 

“Let’s not,” Robert breathes, turning his face towards Aaron. Aaron’s bleary eyed, but smiling, and he leans in, touches their foreheads together. 

It’s 6:30 and Robert knows they both have things to do; there’s a scrap run for Aaron, and an early meeting for Robert if he doesn’t want Home James to fold, and there’s the small matter of making sure Liv actually gets to school. 

Aaron runs a hand through Robert’s hair, thumb brushing against his temple. “When d’you get home today?”

Robert shifts closer, leans in to press a kiss to Aaron’s forehead, mindful of the fact that he’s just woken and hasn’t brushed his teeth yet. Aaron settles back against him, head on his chest and Robert appreciates the fluff of his hair, playing with the soft curls. “About five. Want me to cook dinner?”

“I’ll be late.” Aaron says with a sigh. He’s brushing his hand over Robert’s stomach, not enough to start anything, but a comfort nonetheless. “I’ll grab something on the way home.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Robert tells him, kissing the top of his head. “I’ll cook dinner and save yours.”

Aaron shifts back, looks at him with a ridiculous amount of fondness and love, and Robert wonders if his heart will ever not skip when he sees it. He hopes not. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Robert tells him, then rolls over, pinning Aaron beneath him with a grin. Aaron raises an eyebrow, smiles, but doesn’t make any move to shove him off. He shifts, aware of how close their bodies press together, wanting to start something and sure that they have just enough time. Even Aaron looks like he might be into it -

- when Liv starts thundering down the stairs, yelling for Gerry to get up. 

Robert groans, dropping his head down to the pillow beside Aaron’s head. Aaron brushes a hand through the hairs at the nape of Robert’s neck, and huffs out a laugh. “One day I’ll get morning sex.”

Aaron gives him that one, presses a kiss to Robert’s chin and shoves him away, climbing out of bed.  two.

“Where’s Rob?” Liv asks, dropping her school bag on the sofa. 

Aaron’s in the kitchen, throwing bacon into a pan, looking at ease with cooking despite how terrible he is at it. The table’s set for breakfast, but it looks suspiciously like Robert’s handiwork. Aaron looks back over his shoulder. “We’re out of ketchup.”

Liv makes a face as she slides into one of the chairs at the table. “Don’t know why he bothers. Doesn’t put enough on for it to matter.”

Aaron snorts. “He says the same about your brown stuff.”

“Whatever,” Liv mutters, and helps herself to some of the toast already on the table. She’s starving, and has enough time to wait for the bacon before she has to catch the bus. 

“Robert’s taking ya this morning,” Aaron reminds her, finally plating up the bacon and sliding it onto the table. He rounds Liv’s chair and yells, “Gerry!” up the stairs. “Says he has a meeting in Hotten anyway.”

Liv shrugs, never really minds driving in with Robert because he always lets her fiddle with the radio. “He better hurry up then.”

“I’m here,” Robert says, slamming the door and tossing his keys on the table by the door. “That smells good.”

Aaron throws him a smile and starts piling up the bacon between two slices of toast. 

“Uh,” Liv says, gesturing at him with her toast. “Save some for the rest of us, yeah?”

“Nice,” Gerry says, interrupting whatever Aaron was gonna say as he clambers down the stairs. Liv rolls her eyes as he barges past Robert and sits down next to her, grabbing at the bacon. 

“Charming,” Robert mutters, and takes a seat next to Aaron, shrugging out of his jacket and throwing it over the back of the chair. He leans over, drawing Aaron in for a kiss and Liv and Gerry share grossed out looks. “What?”

Liv shrugs, but can’t keep the grin from her face. “Putting me off my brekkie, ain’t ya?”

Gerry fakes puking, and Aaron throws a piece of crust at him. 

Robert doesn’t say anything, but he does meet Liv’s gaze and quirks his lips up. She complains all the time, but it’s like he knows she doesn’t mean it - that this is the closest to normal she’s ever had, and she wouldn’t give it up for anything. 

three.

“Where are we?” Aaron groans, stretching out as much as the passenger seat will allow. 

Robert flicks the indicator and slides into the fast line. The sun is just coming up over the horizon and he’s had to put his sunglasses on. “Somewhere outside of Béthune.”

The French countryside passes them by, and Aaron rests his head against the window, watching Robert from underneath his lashes. He doesn’t look tired even though he must be, barely snatching an hour or so in Dover while they waited for the train. 

“Want me to take over?”

Robert spares him a glance and a soft smile. “Nah, I’m good. I’ll sleep when we get there.”

“Spoilsport,” Liv mumbles from the back. She stretches, kicking Gerry in the shin as she does. He grunts but doesn’t wake up. “I wanna go to the park straight away.”

“You’re old enough to go by yourself,” Robert tells her, rolling his neck. 

Aaron meets Liv’s eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“S’not the same if you’re sleeping the holiday away,” Liv says eventually, curling up back in the seat, her eyes on the landscape outside. 

Robert’s face has gone all soft and sweet and Aaron can’t help the way his heart lurches when he looks at him. He’s happy and even spending the week with Liv and Gerry bickering every few hours isn’t enough to put him off this. 

It was Robert’s idea to take them to Disneyland, considering they couldn’t get to America, and though she’d said something about not being a kid, she’d been talking nonstop about it ever since. 

“How about I catch an hour or two, then I can just nap while you drag me around the stupid rides.”

“They’re not stupid,” Gerry chimes in. 

“You can’t nap on rides,” Liv snaps, just as incredulous. 

Aaron laughs at Robert’s expression, and he leans over, presses a kiss to Robert’s cheek. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot that just drove six hours to get you here, you ungrateful brats,” Robert says, without heat. 

Liv throws her pillow at the back of his chair to a chorus of, “driving!” but then she sticks her tongue out at Robert through the mirror. “Whatever. Have your nap while Gerry and I check out the hotel stuff. I’m sure we can find something to do.”

“Yeah,” Robert sighs. “Costing me a fortune no doubt.”

Aaron places a hand on Robert’s thigh, squeezing gently but not making anything out of it. Just a touch to ground them both. Liv and Gerry have started arguing in the back over what they’re going to have for breakfast when they finally arrive, and Aaron lets it wash over him, though he rubs his thumb over the seam of Robert’s jeans. “You love it really.”

Robert doesn’t say anything for a while, but he’s smiling so wide Aaron feels sorry for his face. “It isn’t terrible.”

Robert code for I’m so happy I could cry. 

Aaron’s embellishing a little, but the sentiment is the same. 

four.

“Rob-”

“Can’t, I’m late!” Rob yells as he thunders down the stairs.

Liv half wonders how anyone can run down that staircase, and whether or not he realises he’s supposed to be driving her and she’s already missed the bus. “You said you’d take me in to college.”

Robert stands in the middle of the living room, one arm in a sleeve, the rest of the jacket hanging off his shoulder. His face cycles through about fifteen different expressions before he settles on irritation. “Dammit. I really need to get to this meeting.”

“Aaron’s not here,” Liv says slowly, like he’s somehow forgotten. Not that she thinks he really has because he’s fifteen different kinds of snippy when Aaron’s not around, he cries about lonely he is (ok, so he mopes) and he always seems millions of miles away. At least it’s not prison levels of scary, so Liv takes it in her stride. 

“I know,” Robert snaps and then sighs, shrugging on the rest of his jacket. “Alright, eat your breakfast. I’ll call-”

“I can take her,” Gerry says, standing in the kitchen, munching on a piece of toast. 

Robert eyes him as if he’s going to drive eighty over the speed limit and kill her or something. Liv would roll her eyes, but Robert’s unhinged enough without adding her sass. Aaron being gone is always a minefield. 

“Aaron lets me drive the scrap van,” Gerry says, his hands held up in surrender. His toast is saturated in butter and half of it looks as if it’s about to topple over. 

“Fine,” Robert says, begrudgingly. “But if you hurt her-”

“Rob,” Liv snaps, actually rolling her eyes this time. “Stop threatenin’ him and get to work. Go mope somewhere else.”

“I don’t mope,” Robert protests, but he actually puts his jacket on and grabs his keys from the coffee table. “I’ll be back about four so I’ll make dinner tonight.”

Liv makes a mental note to get Aaron to call after dinner because otherwise Robert will be a Mess and getting him to do anything will be too much to handle. “Right. Go.”

Robert goes, and Liv looks at Gerry. 

Gerry is experiencing his first Aaronless Robert and she’s kind of fascinated with the emotions he’s been cycling through. “Honestly, if Aaron doesn’t come back soon-”

“He’ll learn to cope with it eventually.” Liv’s not entirely sure she believes herself, but part of her wants to stick up for Rob. He’s not all bad. Most of the time. 

“No offence,” Gerry says, around a mouthful of toast, and probably about to say something offensive. “I thought your brother was mental without Robert, but he’s summat else.”

Liv snorts. 

“Though,” Gerry continues, tossing the crusts in the bin. “Kinda nice to love someone that much one day though, right?”

“Gross,” Liv says, but she does kind of want it. Watching her brother and Robert in love is nauseating and heartwarming in equal measure. Still. “Come on, or I’ll be late.”

Liv shoots of a text to Aaron while she’s waiting for Gerry to start the van. day three in the mill house and robert is still pining away for aaron. liv hopes he’s not gonna call until after 6 because she’s starving and robert fails at life post phonecalls. 

Later, during her lunchbreak, she grins at Aaron’s response. Not my fault he’s a nutter and then fine, but only if you stop texting me like you’re on bloody big brother and later, just after she finishes for the day, never mind coming home tonight.

Liv makes a mental note to sleep downstairs with headphones and the tv on.

five.

“‘morning Mr. Sugden,” Robert says, pressing a line of kisses to Aaron’s neck. 

Aaron grins up at the ceiling, one hand twisted in Robert’s hair, the other brushing down the skin of Robert’s back. His ring glints in the sunlight streaming through their windows. He wonders if you can be too happy. “Mr. Dingle.”

Robert doesn’t comment on the way Aaron’s voice hitches, or the way his nails dig into Robert’s back as Robert rolls his hips, a slow thrust that only serves to send a shiver down Aaron’s back. 

“Rob,” Aaron bites out, heels digging into the mattress as Robert bites at the juncture of Aaron’s neck, teeth grazing the skin beneath his lips. “Come on.”

Robert says nothing, just breathes against Aaron’s skin, his fingers curled in Aaron’s hair, face hovering above his as he pulls back to look Aaron in the eye. “I love you.”

Aaron swallows once, twice, and lets out a soft groan as Robert thrusts again, adjusting the angle in the way he always does, just perfect and Aaron can’t breathe for a moment or two. Sound gives way to the feel of Robert’s skin on his, how full he feels, how easily Robert can make his body sing. 

This isn’t their first honeymoon, but it feels like the most important; Robert’s eyes are wet with emotion, his thumb brushing over Aaron’s cheekbone, his lips. Aaron doesn’t know how his chest can contain so much love, but it does, and he grips Robert’s back, urges him deeper, faster, and Robert obliges. He thrusts harder, breathless moans and words whispered in Aaron’s ear that Aaron doesn’t really hear, everything is just white noise because Robert’s brushing against his prostate and they’re married and Aaron can’t help but think of the endless moments they’ll have together after this because they’ve made it here, now, and Robert loves him and he loves Robert and -

Robert kisses him, hungry and wet and needy, and Aaron arches his back, yells Robert’s name as he comes, unashamed to be as loud and wanton as he wants. The sex has always been good, always, but when Robert presses a kiss to Aaron’s hand, his ring-finger, Aaron can’t help but pull him in, body oversensitive and shivering, but desperate for everything Robert wants to give. 

#robron #robert sugden #aaron dingle #robron week #robron week 2018 #fic by me #liv flaherty #gerry roberts #rw2018

[loki-parker]

Atlas: Heart

This is my very first Bucky imagine on this blog and I am so excited about it! I love Bucky and Seb but just never really had an opportunity to write for either. Also, I know that it has been a crazy long time since I’ve posted anything, so I’m going to make this one pretty long to make up for it. I had originally planned to have this out yesterday, but I got caught up because it wwas my birthday and never got the chance. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

-H

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,814

Rating: PG

Warnings: Kinda angsty, but other than that, none

Song: Atlas: Heart by Sleeping At Last

I’m short of breath

Standing next to you

I’m out of my depth

At this altitude

Bucky was always on the run. After Washington, nowhere was safe as long as he was in reach of HYDRA.

He took a plane to Munich, Germany, but didn’t stay there long, as the memories from the War were taunting him. Slowly but surely,he made his way to Bucharest, Romania, where he finally felt okay. Not safe, he was almost certain that he’d never feel safe again, but he felt okay, which was the best he would get after Hydra.

He found a small apartment in the city and laid low for as long as possible, only going out when he needed groceries, and occasionally he would take a stroll through the market, buying fresh plums and when he had a sweet tooth, some tarts.

He hadn’t truly taken in his surroundings in Bucharest. Sure, he’d walked the streets and gazed up at the architecture and visited the a few parks, but he didn’t know anyone.

Sometimes when he was in public he would pick up on names of others, but only by what the people with them called them. He knew the man that always sold him plums as Mr. Ciora.

His next-door neighbour was Mrs. Henderson, who was an elderly Englishwoman whose apartment always made the halls of the complex smell like cookies.

Other than that, there wasn’t really anyone else that he knew- not that he really knew them anyway.

It was a Wednesday morning when he finally made contact with someone besides the friendly smiles he sent to those who greeted him. He was headed out for his weekly trip to the market when he was shoved backwards by a large box, carried by two legs beneath them.

“Sorry!” The box chirped, lowering to the ground to reveal a woman’s face. She gave him a crooked grin as she made met his eyes.

Bucky felt lost for words. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him and her skin practically glowed. His breath caught in his throat, and his heart began beating faster.

“It’s- uh, it’s okay,” he muttered, keeping his gaze low.

“I’m just moving in, I’m just upstairs.” She told him, motioning to the rather heavy looking box.

Bucky only nodded in response.

“I’ll just be on my way then,” she excused herself, no longer able to stand the awkward tension. She heaved the box into her arms and slowly struggled up a few steps.

He considered continuing on with his journey to the market, but there was something pulling him towards the woman.

“Wait,” he called after her. “Let me carry that for you.”

She turned and looked at him as he pulled the box from her grasp. “Oh, thank you!”

The walk up the stairs was silent until the two began up the second flight.

“I’m (Y/N), by the way.” She moved to shake his hand, only to pull back after she realized that his hands were full.

Bucky considered giving you a fake name, but he felt a connection towards you. He almost told you his nickname, the name he’d gone by for his whole life, but he wanted a fresh start. He made a quick decision.

“James,” he smiled.

Like the world makes sense

From your window seat

You are beautiful

Like I’ve never seen

Since that day, Bucky had some sort of a bond with you. He found himself excited to see you everyday, and it became a routine for you to go get coffee every morning together.

He had a difficult time remembering most things, but he knew that he was quite the ladies man back in the forties, and he knew that he would remember someone who spun his world like you did. But he didn’t. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

You became close, and soon enough, his apartment was vacant for the most part, as he began spending most nights with you.

Only three months after knowing you, your relationship became more intimate and Bucky found himself unable to sleep without you, and you were the same.

Go ahead and laugh

Even if it hurts

Go ahead and pull the string

What if we could risk

Everything we have

And just let our walls cave in

Bucky was scared- no, he was terrified. He hadn’t been so open with anyone since the before he’d been taken by Hydra. He was scared to be so exposed to you, and he was scared for the consequences that may follow.

He began to push you away, much to your dismay, but that didn’t last for long, as you’d called him out after a day of his coldness towards you.

This lead to now, where you sat on your shared bed, holding Bucky as he cried.

You lifted his head and wiped the tears from his cheeks. “James, what is wrong?”

“(Y/N), there is something I need to tell you.” He sniffled. “I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

Confusion covered your features. “James, what are you talking about?”

He opened his mouth to tell you, but stopped when he thought about the danger he could be putting you in.

“I- uh, I had a falling out with my best friends back in America,” he began. “His name is Steve, we were in the army together. He’s why I came here.” He continued telling you about the events in DC, leaving out the parts about Hydra and the fact that he’d been in World War II.

“Oh, James,” you hugged him again. “It’s okay, you’re safe here, you’re safe with me.”

Bucky looked up at you and pulled you in for a deep kiss.

I am short of breath

Standing next to you

I’ll be the dangerous ledge

You be the parachute

The blue and green below

Is a masterpiece

But you are beautiful

Like I’ve never seen

It had been two years since the incident in DC, and Bucky was, while still cautious of being in the public eye, happy.

He was in love with you, that’s all he could say. He doesn’t think he could live without you. He felt safe now, as if his previous squabbles hadn’t even existed. HYDRA and Steve often slipped his mind when he was with you.

It had been two years since he met you, almost exactly two years. It seemed almost too good to be true. He couldn’t help but feel like something was bound to happen, so when he saw the headline that framed him for terrorism, he knew he had to leave. 

It was strange for him to walk up the stairs to his apartment, and stop on the fifth floor instead of the sixth. Once he entered, he knew he couldn’t go back.

Go ahead and laugh

Even if it hurts

Go ahead and pull the pin

What if we could risk

Everything we have

And just let our walls cave in

You didn’t quite know what to think when you entered your apartment building and found the chaos that had occurred inside of it.

The railing on the stairs was ripped of and dangling over the edge, and there were chunks of concrete thrown in various places around the building.

What scared you the most was when you reached the fifth floor, where Bucky’s original apartment was. The door was missing, and the second you entered, you dropped the grocery bags from your arms.

Everything was thrown out of place. It seemed as if a tornado had ripped through, destroying everything in its path.

“James?” You whispered, although you knew there would be no answer.

What had happened? Why had it happened?

These questions ran through your head, you you couldn’t wrap your head around any realistic answers.

You glanced at the brown bags on the floor, which were now oozing from the eggs that had broken in the fall.

You sighed and stepped over it, stumbling up the stairs. You wouldn’t allow a single tear to fall before you reached your apartment, and once you did, there was no stopping them.

Go ahead and laugh

Even if it hurts

Go ahead and pull the pin

What if we could risk

Everything we have

And just let our walls cave in

Bucky stared at the white floors of the lab. Memories of you flashed through his mind like they were being biffed at him.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Steve asked from beside him.

“I think it’s best for everyone if I do,” he told him. “But there’s something I need you to do for me.”

“Anything, pal,” Steve stared at him, encouraging him to share his request. 

Bucky sighed before opening his mouth to share the secret that he’d kept from everyone since being tossed back into the world of HYDRA.

Let our walls cave in

It had been five months since James went missing. When you had called the police, all they told you was that your boyfriend had been a wanted man.

With that information, you avoided leaving your apartment unless it was necessary.

You practically lived in the shirts that he had left behind. You had noticed that almost nothing of his had been touched, so he must have had a bag ready. Had he been planning on leaving this whole time?

A knock on your door pulled you out of your depressing thoughts. You slowly hobbled over to the door and opened it just enough for you to poke your head out.

You were met with a tall man wearing a leather jacket and a ball cap.

“Are you (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Yes,” you answered. “Who are you?”

“I’m Steve,” he introduced, making you perk up. “I’m a friend of Buc-James’.”

The expression on your face made him let out a breathy chuckle. “I guess I have some explaining to do.”

You opened the door wider, letting him see the rest of you. “Yeah, me too.”

He stared at how you caressed your stomach, the shirt you were wearing hid it a bit, but your bump was still very visible.

“Good Lord,” Steve whispered.

Let our walls cave in.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #the winter soldier #steve rogers #james bucannan barnes

[somethingaboutklance]

This is a little ficlet for @drippingpen / @letlancelive. It was supposed to be a Christmas present but I’m trash and late so whoops, happy new year?

Have Keith and Lance going on a cute arcade date!

“I let you win, you know.” Lance said, pouting at his score sheet.

“Sure you did,” Keith smirked at his 1st place in laser tag. He only scored ten points above Lance, but a win was a win.

“Yeah! I was protecting you from the children!” Lance explained, “If it weren’t for me, they would have destroyed you.”

“Maybe not destroyed, but I’ll give it to you since they did all gang up on you.”

Lance shook his head, “Being ‘good with kids’ is a slippery slope for five eight year olds pinning you down and shooting you repeatedly.”

“You trash talked them.”

“I was trying to make to bond with them! I didn’t know they were tiny evil soldiers.”

Keith rolled his eyes and took his boyfriend’s hand, “What else do you want to do?”

The boys scanned the small arcade while neon lights drew their eyes to each game. A group of children ran around, feet pounding on the eccentric patterned carpet, asking each other for extra coins while their parents watched from the tables. Lance and Keith were probably the oldest players in the space, but they wouldn’t let that ruin their fun.

After roaming through the maze of pinball machines and vintage Pac-Man, the couple landed at an air hockey table. Space-themed with blinking red and blue lights on either side, it was begging for contenders. Four coins for two rounds, Lance smirked, “How about this?”

Keith planted himself at the far end of the table, where the red lights danced on his face as he gripped the paddle, “Let’s go.”

Lance slid the coins into the machine as he said, “Don’t be a sore loser.”

Keith scoffed as he watched Lance take his side, starting with the puck. Keith squinted, “Just start,”

“Whatever you say, sore loser,” Lance let the puck loose.

“I’m not a-”

Within the moment, Lance got a point.

“That’s not fair!”

As the electronic scoring charts spazzed at Lance’s side was given one point. Keith scowled and he took his turn starting with the puck.

No more than two minutes later, Lance won 7-4.

Keith groaned, “Why are you so good at this?!”

Lance gestured to the score chart, which was resetting itself for a rematch. The table turned on again, the electric buzzing began as the handles and puck slide with the static. Lance smiled, “Maybe it was beginner's luck. Go again?”

Keith huffed, “Yes.”

The following match took more time, as the two sides were already warmed up. Still, skill trumps passion and Lance won again.

Keith crossed his arms, “I hate this game.”

“Aw,” Lance skipped over and embraced his pouty boyfriend, “Let’s play another game. I bet you can pulverize me at those racing games.”

Finding the nearest Mario Kart system, Keith grabbed Lance’s hand and pulled, “We are going on Rainbow Road.”

“No!”

They hop from game to game, Lance winning at the shooting one while Keith does oddly well at the mini basketball hoops. With only a handful of tokens left, Lance stopped at the claw machines.

He pressed himself against the glass, peering down to see all the stuffed animals eligible to be won.

“Look at that little snowman!” Lance pointed in the direction of a dozen snowmen plushies, “These games are always rigged but my cousin, Joey, he’s a master at them. I think he’s a magician or something.”

“Lemme see,” Keith peered at one of the more available toys, a small snowman with a blue scarf and Christmas-themed chef hat. It was ridiculous and useless, but it was only two coins to play.

Lance scoffed, “Good luck,”

Keith took a breath then moved the claw around the cage. Luckily the claw was small and thick enough to give them a chance, unlike the loose, thin claws that couldn’t hold anything if their lives depended on it. Keith took the time to align the toy and the grabber as perfectly as he could before he pressed the button to seal the deal.

The claw held on to the toy for only a moment before slipping through it’s grasp.

Lance sighed dramatically as the claw returned empty, “That’s how they get you Keithy-boy, now come on, we have like ten coins left. Wanna play air hockey again?”

Keith grabbed two more coins, “Just...let me try one more time.”

“Whatever you say, but that’s just two less coins for me to mow your ass.”

“I don’t think that’s how that phrase is used,” Keith put the two coins in the machine, and grabbed the handle for the claw that stared him down.

Steady, he positioned the claw, then he walked around to the side of the machine to be sure he was right. Happy with himself, he came back and pressed the button.

With their breaths held, they watched as the claw reached, closed, and captured the snowman. With wide eyes, they watched as the snowman was lifted up away from it’s fellow prizes, carried over and dropped into the receiving slot.

“Ohhhhh!” Lance yelled and jumped.

Keith laughed, “For you.”

Lance hugged the tiny toy to his chest, “Ah! That’s so awesome! Now I have to get you one!”

Keith realized his mistake, “Oh-uh-you don’t have to.”

Lance was already putting the coins into the slot, “Nah, it’ll be easy, you got yours in two tries, I bet I can get it in one.”

Keith laughed nervously and looked around, “Hey, how about we play another shooting game? That Jurassic Park one is finally open.”

“Maybe after,” Lance focused intently on the placement of the claw, “I’m gonna get this guy! He’ll match mine!”

Keith gave up and attempted to help Lance position the claw as accurately as possible.

Four tries later, Lance hung his head in shame as he approached the front desk clerk and bought three dollars worth of tokens.

Cup full of coins, Keith tugged on Lance’s jacket as he marched back to the claw machine. Keith bartered, “Listen, you don’t have to get one for me. Actually, I-I don’t want one.”

Lance looked down to Keith, painful expression on his face, “Keith, at this point, it doesn’t matter if you want one or not. It’s pride, babe. I’ve worked this hard, who am I if I give up now?”

“Three dollars richer.”

Lance shook his head. He stopped in front of the machine, it’s pink lights and cute flower designs striking fear in his heart. He cracked his knuckles, “It’s time.”

Keith leaned against the machine, “Here we go.”

Lance inserted the money and hunched down. As Keith stood on the side, Lance was navigated on where to go.

The claw dropped, grabbed, and slipped.

Lance banged his head on the button in distress.

Suddenly, Keith tugged on his collar, pulling him up. He pointed inside the machine.

Lance gasped, how could he be so blind?

With all of Lance’s attempts grabbing the snowman that matched his own perfectly, he didn’t see the one across the cage, a snowman with a red scarf and black top hat. A new friend. The plushie was sitting face down, completely free of anything in its way.

“He’s ready.” Keith said, as if commenting on the ripeness of a new harvest of fruits.

Lance swallowed and began aligning the claw for the new goal.

He looked at Keith, who inspected the scene. With completely trust, Lance waited for Keith’s nod, then pressed the button.

They watched as the claw easily slide down, and grabbed hold of the toy tightly as if it was meant to be. It carried it over like a helicopter staging a rescue, and safely delivered it home.

Lance shouted and whoops as he collected his prize. He giddly shoved it in Keith’s hands, who was doubled over laughing at his boyfriend’s display.

“Okay, okay,” Keith wipes his eyes, “You won, are we done with this now?”

Lance nodded, “Oh yeah, for sure, let’s go.”

Later in the car, the two were comparing their prizes while parked in the lot. The stationary lamps posts created spotlights in the night while the heavy noise of the motor buzzed in the background.

Pointing to the plushie in Keith’s hands, Lance said, “His name is Seb, he’s our son.”

“Is yours our son too? Because his name is Albert.” Keith said.

Lance shook his head, “No, no, Albert is our son in law. They are gay for each other.”

“I’ll dig that.” Keith agreed.

“I had fun,” Lance smiled, leaning towards Keith in the driver’s seat.

Keith arched an eyebrow, “Even though I beat you at pretty much everything?”

Lance groaned, “I was trying to have a moment!”

Laughing, Keith leaned forward and kissed Lance softly.

Humming into the kiss, Lance pulled back and nodded, “And I totally mowed your ass at air hockey.”

“I’m leaving you.” Keith pulled back and started up the car, putting it into reverse, “I’m never playing anything with you ever again.”

“Ha! Told you! You’re a sore loser!”

“Get out of my car.”

“I love you too.”

#klance #keith #lance #arcade #@drippingpen #<3 #know it's not much #but i hope it makes you smile #voltron #fic #my works #new year

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Episode 8/20 | Alex Speller | Podcast Mixes

Our latest podcast features Alex Speller who delivers some quality Nu-disco mix amidst a UK coronavirus lockdown. Alex talks about how his DJ career started off and some of his highlights. 

Artist Interview

"My podcast for you guys is a selection of current tracks in my box with a few revamped classics thrown in for good measure."

Hi Alex, great to have you featured. Please introduce yourself to our readers.

Hi Little South thanks for asking me along. My name is Alex Speller and i'm a club Dj now living in Porthtowan, Cornwall. My career started in the late 90's, playing club nights and events at venues around South East of England. I fell into the club scene after being asked to cover a night for my older brother who was already a club DJ back in 1997. I was just 15 at the time and dropped in to the deep end. A regular attraction on the South East club scene was 'Devious' on bank holiday Sundays. The club needed a light jock and warm up Dj for the night. I didn't realise at the time but Devious events were some of the biggest nights of the year with huge headline acts. I ended up playing my first club night with Boy George amongst many others. After that night I was hooked. I immersed myself in the peak of the 90's house scene and got myself regular warm up slots at local clubs and played a host of other events across the region. In the early 2000's I went on to hold residencies all over the UK . From weekly club residencies through to monthly and bank holiday events. For many years my DJ career had become a full time job working up to 5 nights week across the UK. I have supported the likes of Seb fontaine, John 00 Fleming, Tidy Boys, Lisa Pin Up, Farley Jack Master Funk, K-Klass, Judge Jules and so many more..

In the early 2000's I helped grow the H&G label holding nights with garage legends Artful Dodger, So Solid Crew, Karl 'tuff enough' Brown and EZ.  

I've had the pleasure of working for some of the UK's biggest club nights and so grateful to the industry for the experiences it has given me. From Euphoria tours, Cream events, Mission, Ministry of Sound Tours, Manumission tours, Devious, Preach, Clubland UK the list continues. I put down my headphones in 2010 for personal reasons. I was burnt out mentally with a list of bad habits and fighting hard to be motivated musically. I relocated to Cornwall in 2011 and in 2018 I found music again after 7 years well away from the whole scene. Since then I've just played the gigs I want to play and enjoyed every minute. The gigs I have played here in Cornwall have been amazing. The county has such a vibrant scene and so many great events going on all years round. I feel so lucky to be based in the South West.

"Music in all its forms has always been key to that and we should embrace our pubs, clubs and music venues after the lock down ends."

The UK is currently on hold due to the coronavirus - what gigs did you have planned? 

A few of the events have not been announced yet but one i'm looking forward to is the Cream tour in Falmouth this October with Tall Paul and K-Klass. The event is at the Princess Pavilion and always have a great friendly vibe - the after parties are mental! The coronavirus has shattered the live music industry here in the UK and across the world. Tens of thousands of people rely on the industry for their income and regularly live pay check to pay check. I hope that the UK's culture will change after months of lock down. We need to support our venues and get out and socialise way more. It's a use it or loose it situation with grave consequences to our freedoms. I think after the changes made to late night bar and venues in the early to mid 2000's, we as a nation lost our want to go out. Discount supermarket booze killed the after work trade for bars and pubs forcing prices up. Technology has taken away the contact part of communication with our friends and families. If we learn anything from this virus it will be to take advantage of our freedoms and become more human. Music in all its forms has always been key to that and we should embrace our pubs, clubs and music venues after the lock down ends.

Describe your typical DJ sound. 

I have a passion for electronic music in all it's forms, but you will find me playing most four four styles of music with house at it's base. I find myself trying not to get pigeon-holed with my style of music these days. I play from Nu Disco to Techno and everything in between.

Talk us through your podcast track selection.

My podcast for you guys is a selection of current tracks in my box with a few revamped classics thrown in for good measure. Starting with a touch of Nu Disco and finishing with something more progressive. I've included some recent favourites including Xpansions - 'We like Salsa' - a really floaty number with such a smooth base line. Also a remake of Plastic Dreams by the Cube guys and a real feel good track from Low Steppa & Reigns - 'Wanna Show you'. 

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[buddyfaith]

okay so i dunno if you're still taking prompts but kay + sebastians Cursed waluigi doll, the version thats probably possessed by the souls of the damned probably.

WALUIGI DISCOURSE IS ALIVE AND WELL canonverse because waluigi is canon(tm)Kay loves prosecutor waluigi unironically. She has recognized that he's as much a member of the Weird Family as she is and she, as a dedicated and determined carrier of a promise notebook, is determined to respect it.Literally the first thing that her and seb did in his New Office is erect a tiny shrine for prosecutor waluigi. they do it in the least echo-y corner of the room because the Whispers sometimes have useful commentary but more often just bicker amongst themselves.Kay sends Lang one (1) Cursed Image a day. He posts them on his Cryptid Blog (which, in itself, is just blurry pictures of people doing Weird Things and leaking jugs of milk in places they shouldn't be timestamped from the 1700s.)Sebastian doesn't favor it in particular but edgeworth thinks he likes Smooth Jazz- That's the collective of prosecutor waluigi. it comes with godot's badge, leading into the next point:Sebastian uses prosecutor waluigi to save the badges from cases he thinks are really sad but can have a happy ending. Lana, Godot, and what used to be Simon but guess what??? he was right that time. because of Sebestian's diligence Simon got his exact old badge back. anyway. kay asked him who's badge replaced Simon's and he said he didn't know. Kay at first assumes it's one of blaise's and he's embarassed but it's actually Byrne's. he just doesn't wanna explain to kay how exactly he came to possess it.(he; at the tender age of ten; overheard the Story of It and pinched the badge from his dad's coat because he didn't think it was nice that not only was the guy dead but blaise was so happy about it.got byrned bad like shut up pops. sebastian carries this particular badge in his pocket.)anyway prosecutor waluigi sort of sits on blaise's Actual Badge most of the time and is ready to Fuck Up anyone who comes for it Lest We Forget The Past, or something. [kay voice] are we talking about it?[sebastian voice] nope.[kay voice] just thinking then. gotcha.the Souls of the Damned actually really like the kids????? like eternal torment and being generally bound to a waluigi doll isn't great but theyre nice. they're like extra(dimensional) grandparents who move stuff around into more convenient arrangements. also they like to scream into vents and steal edgeworth's keys.when kay learns That Man is Phoenix Wright her and seb cry laughing. PW. PROSECUTOR WALUIGI.so eventually this doll gets kind of sloppy in terms of creepiness? like the collective effort of the Souls of the Damned pick it up and move it around and stuff. you know in dishonored when your blink is a lil bit 2 short so you keep canceling the magic and shuffling around?? the Souls are pressing waluigi ass first into a wall so they can reach into Gavin's office and play with the guitars or something.kay slaps short ads onto these Cursed Videos and starts rolling in revenue........ prompting visits from the local spirit medium and also clay, both Cursed Object Connoisseurs.[Maya voice, over Gentle But Unsubtle Wailing] I could probably cleanse this energy?[sebastian voice] why? I like it.[kay voice] prosecutor waluigi is shaped like a friend[clay voice] holy shit y'all are my favorite.anyway Maya does, in fact, do some Spirit Rigging so that regular spirits can like. hang out @ the waluigi doll. everybody HATES HER for it because now the doll moves itself to different ROOMS just to WATCH PEOPLE and it DOESNT TAKE KINDLY to being handled by people who aren't kay or sebastian.(god; u guys; its your passed family in the Twilight Zone trying to reassure you with their presence, jeez.)anyway kay brings the fucking Smackdown to anyone who insinuates that sebastian is possessed by waluigi or anything because that's mean and it makes him feel bad.it got worse when she was trying to encourage seb to grow The Mustache(tm) so she sort of let that drop. HOWEVER. she did get him a waluigi hat, and herself a pin to match. hashtag fanclub.[sebastian voice] prosecutor waluigi is nice except for the smooth jazz but everybody has faults and we accept his.

[kyleann-blog]

Kiss

This is my first fanfic ever, so please be nice...

His lips were soft, smooth, and powerful. The kiss wasn't like the one before, this kiss was different . It was almost hungry. Sebastian had pulled me out of the room, into the warm heat of summer. “Y/n, I don't think that you know this, but I love you.” I try to comprehend what I had just heard. For 4 years he had just been my friend, sure we had kissed, but that was just a stage kiss. We had once been in a production of West Side Story and I played the Maria to his Tony. Needless to say we ended up kissing, but those kisses were pretend, they were filled with fake passion. “ I love you too,” I manage to squeak out. He smiles, his full lips curling into a sly smile.

“May I kiss you?” He mutters. Sebastian was always so careful and kind, I love how he asks for permission first. I nod my head vigorously to give my consent. He puts one hand on the nape of my neck and the other resting on my hip, and he moves toward me. I feel my breasts hit his chest, and I wonder if he notices. When his lips hit mine, it's like nothing I've felt before. The passion was real this time. It started off slow and passionate, then became more powerful. His tongue flittered across my bottom lip, asking permission to enter. I open my mouth slightly and meet his tongue with mine. He moans slightly, the he pushes me back pinning me between him and the wall. He licks the back of my mouth as if I had syrup in the back of my throat that was his responsibility to clean up. I giggle a bit and he pulls back. “Y/n my beautiful girl, you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” he says practically in awe of the kiss we had just shared .

“You are amazing” I say breathlessly as I go in for another kiss. Our tongues are dancing when we hear the bell rings telling us to go to class. “I should get going” I mumble as I pull away from him, “But I don't want to stop” I add. I try to kiss his neck, then he steps back “No, you're right we need to go to class” he says and I pout. “Do you want to continue this at my house after school?” He quickly added, putting his hands back to my hips. “ I don't think your parents would like that”, I run my hands through my hair and pout disappointedly. He leans in close and whispers in my ear “they went to visit friends in the mountains this week.”

I spend the rest of the day waiting for the last bell, I knew something amazing was going to happen.

I'm sitting in chemistry, my last class of the day. The staring contest I'm having with the clock is almost painful when the bell finally rings. Jumping out of my seat, I race to the auditorium to find Sebastian waiting by the piano.

“Are you ready to go?” He smirks. I run over to him and kiss him, trying to match his passion from earlier that day. His response was perfect. His hands flew to my hips and pulled me tight against his solid body. I move my lips down his neck as seductively as I can.

“Y/n, if you want to make out then we should leave before we ge-” he is cut off when I suck on a particular spot of skin behind his ear. A primal groan emerges from the back of this throat “What did you say,” I moan when he stops talking. “I need you,” the words pass his lips and my only response is to grind my hips into his and say “I need you too”. At those words I start to feel something poke at my thigh, and I realized the effect I had on him.

“I need you now”, I mumble against his Adam's apple. “Y/n, I don't want our first time to be on a piano, where anyone can walk in. I want it to be special.”

“Oh, Seb,” I sigh “You are right, let's go.” I bend down to get my bag, I don't remember dropping it on the floor. Being the attention getter I am, I bend down to show off my butt in his direction. I feel a hand on my back as I return to standing, I lean back into Sebastian's arms. “Let's go you tease” Seb chimes.

We walk out of the school hand in hand and make it to his car. I love driving with Seb, he gets this look on his face when he focuses on driving, as if he is a cat in the jungle assessing the surroundings. It is about a 15 minute drive to his house. 2 minutes in I worry that he won't want to screw my brains out when we get to his house, so I ask “What are you going to do to me when we get there?” Sebastian looks stunned, pondering why I would ask such a question while he was driving. I pull out my phone and wait for his response. I have to text my mother as to why I won't be home, I tell her I'm going to a friends house to study. She never questions it.

“I have no idea” Sebastian mutters. I had almost forgotten the question I just asked him. “Y/n, you know I'm a virgin, right?” I had forgotten. I lost my virginity to my sophomore year boyfriend Adam, Sebastian had never liked that boy. Sebastian was there when Adam broke up with me, Sebastian is really my best friend. He had had a girlfriend before, but he told me that they never got further than 2nd base.

“Ya know, that's ok,” I answer as I put a hand on his thigh “I can show you.” The rest of the drive is quiet, except for my adjusting of clothes to show off my breasts.

We get to Sebastian’s house, it was in the woods a bit. He quickly motioned for me to stay put, the he jumps out of the car and goes to open my door. “Such a gentleman” I coo as I practically fall back into his arms and continue the kiss from before. Our tongues are fighting for dominance as Sebastian puts his hands on my butt. I involuntary moan into his lips. He moves his lips down my jawline and to my neck, licking and biting gently.

“Hey,” I pull away “let's go inside.”  I raise my eyebrows and then it clicks in his head. He scoops me up and runs to the door, he sets me down to get his keys and open the door. I nibble at his earlobe as he continues to fumble with the keys. Finally he gets the door open, I breakaway and start to his bedroom. I had been to his house before, we had been friends for 4 years so it wasn't like I hadn't been here before. He chases me into his room, I take note of how clean his room is, it's always tidy.

He grabs me from behind and starts at my neck again, licking as if my skin was an ice cream cone. I notice his hands on my hips, so I grab one of his belt loops with each of my hands and pull him close to my body. I can feel him getting hard against my ass, so I moan to show my interest. I turn around to face him, “I wanna sit down.” I run and jump onto the bed, motioning for him to join me. He sits on the edge of the bed, so I crawl over to him and straddle his lap. We look in each other's eyes, and take a moment. He breaks the silence “Are you sure you don't just want to make out?” I sigh and come up with an idea.

“I give you full consent. If I want you to stop, I will tell you. I trust you so much, I know you will do right by me” I gasped.

His eyes meet mine, he leans in and whispers “As long as you don't mind my Star Wars bed sheets.” I can't help but laugh. I look over his shoulder and see that he isn't lying. From the position we are in, I can still feel his growing erection through his jeans.

I decide he is wearing too many articles of clothing, so I pull at the hem of his shirt. He lifts his arms so I can get rid of the offensive piece of clothing. His chest is well toned, you can make out the shape of his abs and biceps. This is going to be good. I lay him down and start to plant kisses along the lines of his muscles. He moans my name, as if a plea for more. I only realize he has flipped us over when I feel lid lips on my neck again. His teeth graze over one spot that makes me shudder with pleasure. So he stays at that spot near my collarbone and sucks on it, most likely leaving a mark.

From this new position with him between my legs, I took the opportunity to unbuckle his belt. He got the point, and proceeded to take off his jeans. I went for his boxers when he stopped me. “You are still fully dressed!” He teased. I laugh and whisper “how about you undress me.”

He smiles, hands going to remove my tank top. I lift my arms so the top slides off my body. I look down and assess my body. I was toned, but never muscular. My breasts were a size 36DD, they looked smaller with clothes on. Sebastian gawked at them, having never seen them in this state. He smirks and goes to remove my shorts.

I look at him and decide to make a bold move. I grind myself against his member. The friction starts to make me feel even more wet than I already am. He moans when the fluid touches him through our fabrics. I thrust my tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss, and with him distracted I take off my nude bra and cast it aside. I take his hands from my hips where they always seemed to be, and I place them on top of my breasts. He squeezes lightly to test the waters. To tell him I like it I grind down onto his hard erection.

“I want to make you feel good,Y/n” he breathes “ but I have no idea how. You should show me.” He slowly starts to pull off my panties, his fingers brushing my inner thighs.

I decide to take control. Pressing my hands to his biceps, I push him down. “Let me make you feel good first, Sebastian. I want you to stay still, no touching.” He sighs in protest as I make my way down to below his belt. He moans when I nuzzle his throbbing cock through his boxers. I slide the offending garment down and his erection springs free, bumping my nose on the way up. I giggle to let him know it's ok.

He lifts his hips so I can slide the boxers off his legs. I start by licking his thighs, making my way up to his balls. I nip at them gently, and I notice a bead of precum on his tip. I quickly make my way to the head, and slowly encase him in my wet waiting mouth. I hum as his precum hits my taste buds. The tip of my tongue slides across his sensitive slit.

“Holy FUCK!” Sebastian exclaims, bucking his hips into my mouth.

“Touch me” I gasp, pulling my head from his lower one. With this permission he slides his hands into my hair, pushing his member further into my mouth. Hitting the back of my throat.

I moan into his member at this action. He is fucking my mouth!

“Babe, I'm- I'm gonna…” He pleads. So I give him one last big suck, hollowing out my cheeks and taking him in deep. His hot seed slides down my throat, part of the big load falls from my mouth and down his still throbbing cock. I use my tongue to lap up what I missed.

“Holy shit, Y/n that was amazing!” He sighs, content from the pleasure I was giving him moments ago.

“Well I'm glad you enjoyed it!” I giggle. He pulls me back up for a kiss, moaning when he can taste himself on my lips. I lay on his chest kissing him for a moment before he rolls us over and whispers “your turn” into my ear.

To say it was hot watching him settle between my legs would be an understatement. His eyes were searching mine, until I realized it was because he was unsure what to do.

“Start by finding my clit” I gasp as I feel his hot breath on my burning core. He starts at the bottom and makes one long lick from there to the top. He stops at my hardened bud, knowing he's found it when my fingers thread through his hair.

“Good!” I moan “Now start to write something, anything with your tongue there. After a while you can add some fingers.” I barely get the sentence out before he starts. Good thing I did because his ministrations had me breathless.

It wasn't long before his actions had the coil in my stomach tightening. I squeeze my thighs together, effectively trapping him as I rode out my first orgasm of the afternoon.

He lapped up my juices, growling from my finish.

“Seba, that was great” I gasp. I glance down to see if he is ready again. He is.

“I don't know how you did it, Y/n, but you got me from cumming to hard again in a matter of minutes. You are fucking amazing” he says crawling up to kiss me again, tasting myself on his lips.

I quickly stand up and grab my pants, after we had made out at the school i made sure to put a condom in my pants pocket. I toss the foil package to him and watch him roll the item over his thick cock.

“Come here”, he whispers. I walk over to him, swinging my hips as I go. Laying down next to him, he settles on top of me resting his weight on his forearms. I pull his face to mine with one hand while the other teases my entrance with his tip, shuddering when it hits my still sensitive clit.

He pushes into me, moaning out an “I love you” against my lips. I can feel him pick up the pace, pelvis hitting my clit with each thrust.

“Y/n, I'm not going to last long”, he grunts breathlessly. I tell him that I'm close, which is true with all the stimulation I'm getting. Sebastian is so big that it doesn't take much longer for me to hit my second peak of the day. As my pussy clenches around him, I feel him twitching, signaling he’s close.

“Fuck , I love you so much, Y/n”, he moans as his hot cum spurts into the condom.

“I love you too, Sebastian”. He rolls off of me, then takes off the condom, moving to throw it away. When he make his way back to the bed, we crawl under the sheets, moving to cuddle.

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[sonofadeanwinchester]

For The Nights

Summary: Sebastian is father to seven year old Sarina but he continually chooses sports or bars or his friend over his daughter and wife.

Words: 1,386

Warnings: Terrible father figure ; swearing ; child neglect

A/N: Kinda sorta not really maybe based off Nights I Can’t Remember by Hedley. (LIKE LOOSELY, REAL FUCKING LOOSE)

TAGS: @221bshrlocked @shellymaesworld @titty-teetee @pawallday

(GIF NOT MINE)

TAGS FOR FUTURE STORIES ARE STILL OPEN :)

"Sebastian, you said you were gonna be here this time!" I tried not to yell into my cellphone with my seven year old daughter, Sarina, sitting in the backseat.

He sighed. "I told you, I had plans with the guys tonight."

I pulled over on the highway and smiled at her. "Sar, I'm gonna step outside for a second, okay?"

She nodded, "okay, Mommy."

I climbed out of the driver seat and took a few steps so I'm out of ear range. "Sebastian, you fucker. I told you three weeks ago that tonight was Sarina's dance recital. She thinks you're gonna be there!"

He sighed again, more irritated. "(Y/N). I'm sorry but-."

"For fuck sakes, Seb. You're her father. You should be there."

"We've had these tickets since the beginning of the month!" His voice raised.

"Don't give me that shit, Sebastian. Danny got those tickets a week ago. Some stupid fucking basketball game shouldn't even be in competition with your daughter." He was silent. "If you miss this thing, don't bother coming home."

"Oh, come on, baby. Don't be like that."

"No. Don't. I'm sick of this, Sebastian. No more of you ditching me or your daughter. If you can't be dependable, then why the fuck are you still around."

"I can be dependable."

I laughed. "Ha! Right, like how dependable you were when I needed you to pick her up from school and you got drunk with your friends instead and left her sitting on the school's steps for three hours?"

"Baby, that was one time!"

"One time to many, Sebastian. You don't leave a seven year old on the steps of her school." I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. "If you are not there tonight, do not show up at my house tonight." I ended the call and slid back into the car.

"Are you and daddy fighting again?" Sarina questioned as she played with a loose string on her sweater.

"Of course not, lovey."

She made a face, "is daddy gonna be there tonight?"

I sighed, "Sweetheart, I don't know. Do you want daddy to be there?"

She scoffed, "of course! He's my daddy!"

I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath. "Sebastian, you better be there."

"He said he's got plans with the guys tonight. Can you believe him?" I struggled with my daughter's dress that hung from a hanger in my bedroom as my sister sat on my bed. "The nerve on him."

Jolene sighed. "I know I've told you this a million times but-"

"But, I should ditch him, I know. I can't just leave him, Jo. He's her father and my husband."

Jo nodded her head. "I know, sweetie, but he's no good for you or Sarina."

"Fuckin' hell." I mumbled as I pricked my finger with the pin. "If he doesn't show up tonight, I'm gonna fucking kill him."

Jo chuckled, "get in line."

"Mommy, Auntie Jo is coming, right?" Sarina walked along side of me as her blonde curls bounced.

I nodded, "of course! You know Auntie Jo loves to watch you dance."

She smiled but her eyes grew sad. "Daddy's not coming, is he?"

"Oh sweetheart, I really hope he does."

A tear fell down her face and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. "I heard you talking to Auntie Jo about how he's going out with his friends. He's not coming." She started sobbing at this point. "I hate him."

"Sarina Rae Stan, do not say that about your father!" I scolded her and she pouted as her sobs came to stop.

"I'm not sorry I said that. He's never come to my shows. He doesn't love me." She pushed her lip out further into a pout.

"Sarina, daddy loves you very much. He just gets confused sometimes on what is the right thing to do. Daddy is just confused on if he wants to come to your dance recital or watch a basketball game."

She blinked a few times then nodded slowly. "I think, if I was daddy, that I would come to my daughter's recital isn't of some crummy basketball game."

I laughed, "I think I would too. It's not very fun to watch."

Her face brightened, "and all the men smell funny."

"Sarina!" Jo jogged down the hall and clasped my daughter into a bear hug. "You excited about tonight?"

She squealed and nodded. "YES!"

Jo winked at me. "I got a surprise for you." She reached into her purse and pulled out a small princess tiara. "You can be a princess while you dance!"

Sarina put it on her head and swung around to face me. "Mommy! Auntie Jo made me a princess."

"And you're gonna be the prettiest princess to ever pretty princess."

She shook her head. "Your riddles make no sense, mommy."

"Mrs. Stan, I am ready for Sarina's hair and makeup." The ballet's assistant swung her head around the corner and smiled. "Sarina! You are the prettiest princess."

Sarina kissed my cheek and high-fived Jo before running after the assistant. "I wanna look just like Rapunzel."

She chuckled, "well, you certinaly do have the hair for it. Your curls are very pretty."

Sarina beamed. "Thank you. My mommy curled my hair."

Once she was behind the wall, Jo leaned into me. "Any word from Sebastian yet?"

I scoffed, "I'm not gonna hold my breath. I would be shocked if he even called or texted to see how she does."

"Why wouldn't I text or call?" His voice came from behind me.

I swung around and shook my head. "Well, there's a first time for everything. What changed your mind?"

He shrugged, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. "She's my kid, you know? Basketball can wait."

Jo laughed. "Hell must’ve dropped in temperature. Did you have a court side meeting with Dr. Phil?"

He mocked her laugh and shook his head. "Jo, pleasure as always." She smirked. "No, I just was thinking that I really need to pick up my slack and get my shit together. Sarina and you are the most important people in my life. I fucked that up when I stopped acting like you weren't."

I sighed a breath of relief and stepped forward to touch his cheek. "I'm glad you came because if not, you would've had to sleep on your buddy's couch."

"You were serious about that?" He brow furrowed.

"I don’t joke when it comes to Sarina's happiness. Do you know what she said to me tonight?" He shook his head. "She told me she hated you for choosing sports and bars over her."

His eyes widened and his face slumped. "Shit."

"Yeah, shit. I told her not to say that about her father but she had a goddamn point."

He nodded, removing his cap to fix his hair then placing it back on the locks. "I know, (Y/N), I fucked up royally this time."

"Damn straight." The announcement came over the speaker that the recital was starting in ten minutes and for all guests and parents to take a seat. "Let's go find out seats."

Sarina danced beautifully. She swayed and spun so gracefully. She had her father's long legs and long torso. The only thing she got from me was my hair. But next her bright blue eyes, she was a spitting image of her father. When the recital ended, she took her bow and giggled when the curtain closed.

We stood by the door and watched the other parents' kids walk through the curtain. When Sarina came through, the first thing she saw was Sebastian standing beside me, his arm around my waist. "Daddy! You came!"

She ran directly to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Of course I did, baby girl."

She giggled as he tickled her sides and kissed her cheek a few times. "I didn't think you were going to come."

He dropped her to her feet and bent down on one knee. "Listen, baby girl. I am very, very, very sorry that I acted like I didn't love you or mommy, okay? Daddy is never gonna pick some stupid sports game or bar over you ever again."

She nodded and held out her pinky ring. "Promise?"

He nodded, wrapping his large finger around her small, slim one. "Promise."