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youcouldmakealife · 4 months

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LBTE: Jared (173-174)

In which we prepare for the end by going back to the beginning.

If you'd like to follow along, the series page is here.

Final LBTE the day after tomorrow -- the epilogue itself is tomorrow.

173. Lodestar

He’s already talking about taking next year’s rookies under his wing — taking them out for lunch, inviting them over to play video games, making sure they feel welcome.

Jared terrifying the rookies might put a crimp in Bryce’s rookie mentoring plans.

And — fuck, is Jared going to have to host shit? Jared doesn’t want to host shit. Letting people into his space sounds horrible. Hopefully they’ll get a pass, since there’s no way the team could all fit in their apartment, let alone significant others and kids. They had a few preliminary discussions about getting a house after they re-sign this summer, but no way is that happening if it increases the likelihood of Jared having to endure guests.

Refusing to buy a house solely so no one makes him host anything is the most Jared thing possible.

You’re co-hosting a wine night with me he receives from Stephen, who continues to have the uncanny ability to say the thing that Jared would like to hear least. Jared guesses Gabe told him the news.

Wine nights happen when the Canucks are on the road. Jared replies, rather than ‘I would rather die’, just in case Stephen takes him literally.

Very smart not to tell Stephen your worst fears: he’ll make them happen. Also: you’re co-hosting a wine night with him. It’s inevitable. The rookies may fear Jared, but the WAGs will love him.

The Scouts are flaming out against the Kings, earlier than their typical Stanley Cup Final choking.

This is the Red Wings’ year. So Kings vs Red Wings in the WCF (yes, this 'verse shunted Detroit right back to the west when they finally thought they were safe), then Red Wings vs Lightning in the Finals. Sorry Seb.

Bryce is, but he’s been busy with other things — getting a crash course on what’s involved in wearing the A from Gabe, babysitting the Kurmazov spawn while Dmitry and Oksana pack up their own place for the offseason, bringing some of their extra food over to Elaine’s, and somehow coming home with more shit than he left with, though thankfully all the childhood shit Elaine’s unloading on him is nonperishable.

Seriously, Bryce is 100% living the dream. Mentoring, babysitting, hanging out with his mom.

In one of the boxes is a battered stuffed bear with a bow tie that Bryce greets like an old friend, and now sits with the minor Winnie the Pooh collection in the sulking room. He doesn’t fit thematically, but Jared figures he gets extra points for making Bryce’s eyes light up. His name’s Mr. Bear. Bryce was apparently not a creative child.

Because Bryce was Bear, the Mr. was included to avoid confusion.

“What’s wrong?” Jared asks.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Bryce says.

“Is it your shoulder again?” Jared asks.

“It’s not my shoulder,” Bryce says.

“Is it somewhere else?” Jared asks.

Jared is not a very good listener when he’s panicking.

He’s suddenly terrified Bryce is going to propose or something. Demand they get married again, but in public this time. Fuck, Jared doesn’t want to marry Bryce again. He embarrassed himself in front of enough people last time, and is frankly extremely grateful no video evidence exists. He can’t deny that he cried if there’s a video of him doing exactly that. Not that he’d cry, but—

You’d fucking cry, don’t start.

Also if Bryce knew he could make everybody hold a party for his relationship with Jared? On one knee in a second flat. So Jared will just…never mention the existence of vow renewals in his presence. And quit bugging Gabe and Stephen about when they’re getting married so Stephen doesn’t snap and mention it himself.

Bryce hasn’t shown any signs of stopping to breathe, but Jared doesn’t interrupt him, knows Bryce won’t be able to gather the threads back together if he does, and, more than that, that he’s nervous about this for some reason. Nervous about telling Jared this.

Bryce rambles when he’s nervous and when something’s really important to him. This is both.

Mostly he’s trying to figure out how Bryce did all this without Jared knowing. Like, Jared knew Bryce was keeping busy, but how did he miss a whole ass project? Bryce did financials? He talked to Marc Lapointe?

He had a lot of spare time. Especially during road trips. It wasn’t particularly difficult to keep it on the DL, considering.

“We started in like, January,” Bryce says. “I wanted to have like, a real idea before I told you, make sure I was still like, serious about it. And everyone says to do the research so, like, mom and I did the research. Gabe and Stephen helped too. Stephen was only like, kind of mean about it. Though he kept saying shit about my hair.”

“Babe, saying you have Disney prince hair isn’t an insult, I told you that,” Jared says.

“He says it like an insult,” Bryce says.

Because he’s offended that your hair just DOES that. Stephen is very vain about his own hair, he hates having a competitor.

(It does not just DO that, there is great time and financial investment involved in Bryce’s terrific hair)

“He says everything like an insult,” Jared says. “That’s just the way Stephen communicates.”

“He’s nice to Gabe,” Bryce says.

“Have you ever met anyone who isn’t nice to Gabe?” Jared says. “Even I’m nice to Gabe.”

Er. Nice(r).

But seriously, who’s mean to Gabe? Stephen will kill them.

“I wanted it to be like, fully planned out before I told you,” Bryce says. “You’re always so like — you always think shit through, you know? So I wanted to make sure I thought everything through first. And that took like, way more time than I expected it to. And help. This stuff isn’t like, my thing, you know? But it matters to me, so.”

Bryce trying to make sure he got ahead of every road block and set back so it would be perfect by the time Jared found out about it kills me a little.

“It isn’t?” Bryce says. “I mean, I know it isn’t, I just — you don’t think it’s dumb?”

“Of course I don’t think it’s dumb,” Jared says, and it kind of breaks his heart, how relieved Bryce looks.

Mine too.

“I just don’t want anyone thinking they can have hockey or love but not like, both,” Bryce says. “Like, I’d be a fucking mess without you, and I was kind of a mess without hockey too, and I just—“

Bryce going from someone who can’t even say the word gay out loud to willingly becoming the face of an organization meant for LGBTQ youth athletes — this boy.

“I can’t believe you made a secret club just so you could hang out with your mom,” Jared says.

That’s just a BONUS, Jared.

“I’m not—“ Bryce says. “It’s not a secret club!”

Note there is no denial about the hanging out with his mom part.

“You can join the club,” Bryce says, then, quickly, “But you don’t have to or anything. I know you’re not a joiner.”

“Obviously I want to join your secret club,” Jared says.

“Really?” Bryce asks.

“Duh,” Jared says, kicking Bryce’s foot, and Bryce kicks him back, grinning.

Jared’s evolution has been subtler, but of course he makes an exception for Bryce.

Bryce goes to grab his laptop with this jaunty little trot Jared doesn’t think he’s ever seen him do before, and he smiles down at his hands so he isn’t grinning at Bryce when he returns, just in case Bryce thinks he’s laughing at him.

Another evolution: Jared’s awareness of how easily Bryce’s feelings are hurt, and his efforts to make sure he isn’t the one doing it.

“We can take a break,” Bryce says quickly. Jared decides it wouldn’t be constructive to point out they haven’t actually done anything, form-wise. Certainly wouldn’t get either of them what they want, unless what they want is to be frustrated by bureaucracy.

Excellent work NOT cockblocking yourself with forms, Jared.

For the second time Jared gets to see the jaunty run. It’s a little dorky, but Jared won’t tell Bryce that. If he does, he’ll never see it again, and he’s already fond of it.

Jared getting to see parts of Bryce nobody else does, and being SO SO fond of them.

Jared decides to speed up just a little. If Bryce is going to put on a show, he doesn’t really want to miss it.

Like, yes, this is about sex, but also very much a dynamic that plays out across their relationship, which is great, because Jared doesn’t mind that Bryce is the better player/higher profile/bigger name. In fact, all the extra stuff Bryce deals with because of that is shit Jared is very glad not to deal with. But he loves getting to sit back and watch Bryce do his thing.

174. Starstruck (Redux)

There are so many callbacks in this part it might be easier to point out what isn’t one. One of the great things about doing this liveblogging (I reread the first 102 before I restarted this endeavour) — everything is very fresh when it’s time to wrap things up.

It’s also a really nice way for me to come to terms with finishing things — I get to go back and honour every part of the process, which helps, because this part always hurts. This series has been in my life so long it’d be a first grader by now, so it's been particularly hard to say goodbye to it.

It always feels a little strange now, travelling commercial. Well, strange is putting it nicely. Terrible. It feels terrible. Jared has had five hours of sleep and his Starbucks is burnt and his husband is wearing a toque indoors ‘so people won’t recognise me, J’. He looks ridiculous, and if his coffee’s burnt he can’t taste it, probably because there isn’t much coffee involved in that concoction.

Who says Jared isn’t a morning person (everyone who’s met him, and many would say he’s not an afternoon, evening, or night person either)

“You’re that guy from the Canucks, right?” she asks, inexplicably looking at Jared rather than Bryce.

Guess you should have worn a hat like your genius husband, Jared.

“My friends all think you’re really cute,” she says, then runs back to her group without asking for an autograph or anything, greeted with yells and cheers like she just scored them the OT winner.

She is a god among them.

“Don’t look so douchey in my hat now, do I?” Bryce asks.

“You still do,” Jared says. But he looks like a douche with a good idea.

Shoutout to the time Jared wrote a heartfelt card on his first anniversary that used the word ‘douche’ twice.

“I packed an extra,” Bryce says. “Just in case you changed your mind.”

Jared continues to underestimate how often they’ll be recognized, particularly in Vancouver. Bryce prefers to be prepared so he doesn’t have to take pictures and sign shit when he’s just trying to get a coffee.

Once the plane door shuts, Jared rips the hat off his head. “Is it fixable?”

“I don’t know how you can say I’m vain about my hair,” Bryce murmurs. Jared would tell him it’s because he is, but Bryce is fixing his hair for him at the moment, so it doesn’t seem like the most opportune time to argue.

Jared’s less vain about his hair and more vain about his so called dignity, and messy hair is not dignified. But then, neither is Jared, a lot of the time.

Training with you. I come back to Canada in June.

Absolutely not. Jared texts back.

Chaz and Raf already said OK. So did Arvan. So I’m coming.

Too bad Jared texts back. You’re not invited.

“What’re you so happy about?” Bryce mutters.

Julius officially in the crew and Jared is visibly delighted about it.

“Jared!” Bryce says, grabbing his arm.

There’s a few instances of physical communication between the two of them in this part. Big because it’s always in public/in front of others, and that’s something they’re only recently grown comfortable with.

“Did you know Julius was coming?”

“What, Julius is coming to train?” his dad asks. “That’s news to me.”

“I didn’t mention training,” Jared says.

“Shit,” his dad says, and Jared snorts.

Jared got his terrific lying skills from the best.

“Great,” Jared says. “Wonderful. I’m so happy to be home.”

“We’re as happy to have you as you are to be here,” his dad says.

His chirping skills are mostly from his mom, but sometimes Don comes through.

“Is that where Erin’s taking Bryce?” Jared asks.

“As far as I’m aware,” his dad says.

“Well,” Jared says. “Then I guess that’s where I’m going.”

These two. Two planets orbiting one another.

“I tell you I’m proud of you yet?” his dad asks.

“Not in as many words,” Jared says.

“Well, I am,” his dad says. “Proud of Bryce too.”

Look at Don growing too!!

“Me too,” Jared says. “Next season he’s going to — actually, I’ll let him tell you about it over brunch.”

“The charity thing?” his dad says, then, “Shit.”

“Oh for—“ Jared says. “Come on.”

Elaine got ahead of herself, she’s sorry!

Ashley has a ring on her finger. Grace doesn’t, but judging by Raf going red and hissing ‘shut up’ when Jared asks him about it, that’s changing very shortly.

Raf’s trying to find the perfect moment. Chaz did it in their living room and almost wiped out on one of Maia’s toys when he went to kneel.

“You're pregnant," Bryce says.

"No," Ashley says. "Okay, yes, but—"

Everyone had a couple beers (or spritzers) but her over the afternoon. Bryce noticed, Jared, of course, did not.

“To keep the numbers even we thought that maybe Bryce could be on my side?” Ashley asks. “And you two could partner up. But we don’t want to do that if you’re not—“

“Can I wear a suit that matches the bridesmaid dresses?” Bryce asks.

Ash and Chaz worried he’d feel emasculated, being on the bride’s side. And once upon a time he would have, but now he’s just hyped about a pastel suit.

“So it was Chaz you were hiding it from,” Jared says.

Ashley’s mouth flattens. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“It is an excellent instrument,” Chaz says. “You’re just haters.”

If he plays twinkle twinkle little star on that thing one more time…

(And it is always twinkle twinkle little star. Because that is all he knows.)

Jared leans over to Chaz as Bryce and Ashley put their heads together. “Did you steal a toy from your own child?”

“We’re teaching her to share,” Chaz mutters.

Can MAIA play twinkle twinkle little star? No! It’s wasted on her.

Raf proposes, but only after weeks of making everyone around him miserable. To the surprise of absolutely no one but Raf, she says yes. Jared would be more smug about calling it if he hadn’t been the only one blindsided by Raf asking him to be his best man.

Just wait until Jared remembers there’s a speech involved.

Jared’s volunteered to help, mostly to make sure that Julius doesn’t mistake Jared telling him he’s not welcome, and explicitly uninviting him, for actually not wanting him here.

Taking Jared at his word would obviously be a mistake.

“Oh my fucking god,” Jared mutters. Bryce had finally gotten rid of the convertible when he left Calgary, and Jared had figured that was that, because Vancouver’s the opposite of a good place for one. Maybe that was naive. “You’re too old for that car! Also too young!”

Bryce gets out of the front seat, sliding his sunglasses off and tucking them into his polo. He looks like bad porn. Right in front of Jared’s parents, too. Jared glowers at him as he walks up the driveway.

Jared’s anti-convertible gripe turning into ‘how dare you look hot enough that I now want to ride in your dumb car’. In front of his parents, to boot!

“Nice looking car, Bryce,” his dad says.

Bryce grins. “Want to come for a spin?”

“Watch my pots!” his dad says, then literally jogs down the driveway to get in the passenger seat.

Don has dibs though!

Jared exchanges a look with his mom.

“Well,” she says. “It’s nice to see he’s finally gotten over his Bryce related car trauma.”

Growth!

It’s another half hour before Bryce and his mom come back. It doesn’t involve anyone shouting ‘what a rush’ as they come inside, so it’s more subtle than his dad’s return

I love Don.

Jared scoots over, and Bryce lies down beside him. They don’t fit. They never have, really, but now Jared has to put his back against the wall, tangle their legs together so Bryce doesn’t topple right off the bed.

Back in Jared’s high school bed. Every time they do it gets more and more cramped.

“I thought we could get some pizza,” Bryce says. “Sit around at a park or something. It’s a nice day for it.”

“You got a blanket in the trunk too?” Jared says.

“Maybe,” Bryce says. “Not a Flames one, but.”

This boy. This ridiculously romantic boy.

“Absolutely,” Bryce says. As soon as they get outside he jogs ahead. Jared’s about to ask him what he’s in such a hurry for before Bryce opens the passenger door for him, and then he just has to stop everything, take a moment and watch him, golden in the late spring light.

Jared’s still so gone for him.

“You coming?” Bryce asks.

“Yeah,” Jared says. “Yeah, of course I am.”

So gone.

#liveblogging the end

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onboardsorasora · 3 months

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Bestie we need more of Christian stealing Daniel from Lewis and toto. Like how does he do it??? and what did Joe think when his darling son said he’s not going to marry Lewis after everything was almost finalized but instead marry a man almost twice his age??? Is there a mob equivalent Seb and Charles somewhere that tried to get Daniel???

The way how I see it its like a mixture of like regency courtship rules and there’s dowries. And Daniels doesn’t really get the final say. Michelle got married to a family friend who was like high up in Joe’s ‘business’. It’s like a political marriage in a sense.

So Daniel and Lewis were dating, while Toto and Joe ironed out the details. But Toto’s a hardass and he was maybe negotiating too hard on something Joe didn’t want to budge on. Maybe Daniel’s place in the business or like if he’d be used on jobs.

Daniel and Lewis like each other. Daniel was swooning, swept off his feet. Willing to pop out as many curly haired dimpled babies as Lewis wanted. He was there.

Then Christian comes in with an offer hitting every bullet point in Joe’s powerpoint. He wants Daniel for himself, because Christian likes power and Daniel represents power. Cause like, remember, Joe is up there. He’s like the mob boss’ boss at this point. And everyone respects him so much + the fact that he’s literally minding his own business, so no one is trying to kill him to take over everything.

But ANYWAYS, Seb and Daniel are friends. I think in any of my universes this will always remain true. Not like close because everyone has their loyalties, but they did grow up in the same circles.

Charles and Max are rivals and it is hilarious to Daniel. He teases Max about it all the time and if he’s really feeling mean about it, Max fucks Daniel’s face about it. So Daniel keeps doing it because– yeah.

Anyway, so Daniel’s like mentally already up the aisle with Lewis and Christian comes in like bird shit on his new hat. He’s not very happy but he’s a good boy who follows his parents. And it's not like he doesn’t like Christian, it's just that he thought it was gonna be Lewis. The first month or so of their marriage is fine, Christian wines and dines him and woo’s him until Daniel is all soft edges. And Christian takes care of him and Daniel does fall for him because Christian is charming.

And I think there’s a point where Christian cheats, and Daniel tries to kill him. Like actually. And they have a huge blow out argument and Daniel tells him to at least respect him enough to be open about it.

Like:

Daniel is throwing plates against the wall, he has Marta’s chef’s knife in his hand so Christian can’t get close to him. Daniel’s honey eyes are blazing.

“How dare you fucking do this to me!”

“As if you haven’t been seeing Lewis behind my back.” Christian quips, his lip is bleeding from where Daniel broke a glass in his face. There’s a bruise forming.

“I haven’t!” Daniel points the knife at him, “and if this is like retaliation– at least have the decency to do it in the open. This fuckin’ disrespect.’

Daniel stabs the knife in the table and leaves. Marta has to get a new chef’s knife. Daniel commissions a really pretty damascus one from Russia for her. He doesn’t talk to Christian for a week until his mom tells him he has to. Christian apologizes with a gold signet ring that Daniel doesn’t wear until he starts fucking Max.

#I think I got a little carried away here #mobwife daniel #our beloved #I need to tag all these together lmao #answered #anonymous

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jrooc · 2 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday - The Self Care Edition 🤗

Thanks for the tags @mybrainismelted @shippergirl121fic @creepkinginc @energievie

Name: A Tanned Jess

Age: A Nosho and a half

What kind of day is it? A weird one where I'm flying from Mexico to Canada through Dallas. Waving at all my US friends as I fly overhead.

When was the last time you ate? I just had a lovely homemade healthy muffin that my Mom's friend made me (which makes me sound like a little kid 😂)

About how many hours of sleep did you get? About 5 lol, was up in the night but that's okay. No sleep, only fics!

Name one thing you could do to make your day better right now: Have some vino at the Dallas airport and finished editing my next IMV chapter which is a monster (sorry betas)

Why are you not doing that thing? Because it's very long and I have not yet arrived in Texas (said w a terrible fake Texas accent)

What are you going to do tonight to relax? Same as Kat - read Gallavich fics 📖 (on a plane)

What comfort food do you not eat often enough? Grilled Cheese and tomato soup 🍲🥪 (Stealing Kat's answer cause this shit is my jammmm)

What's stopping you? I insist on using a grilled cheese maker and its annoying to clean.

Have you ever had a professional massage? Oh heck yes. I'm old and sore.

Have you eaten fruits and vegetables today? I think there were grated carrots in my muffin but otherwise.. unless coffee counts? No.

How much water have you had today? I go from coffee to wine. What is this water you speak of?

Is there a self-care gadget you really want to buy? A weighted blanket.

What is your favourite healthy snack? Cherry tomatoes. Kale chips.

What is your favourite unhealthy snack? Candy. Or beef jerky

What is one thing you are going to start doing RIGHT NOW to take better care of yourself? Go outside even when it's cold out. Even if its just a walk around the block.

And to close, I want you to say one NICE thing to yourself that you really need to hear right now: (Why is this so hard) It's okay that your mental health isn't always strong enough to be there for other people the way you want.

Tagging @bawlbrayker @sam-loves-seb @samantitheos @gallavichsuperfan @deathclassic @mickeysgaymom @such-a-barbarian @heymrspatel @heymacy @michellemisfit @redwiccanrobin @crestfallercanyon @guinguin1984 @rayrayor @juliakayyy @stocious @sgtmickeyslaughter @ian-galagher @its-a-queer-thing @solitarycreaturesthey @spacerockwriting @deedala @too-schoolforcool

#weekly tag wednesday #tag you're it #gallavich community

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no-not-without-you-blog · 2 years

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Whumptember 7th: Sick

Sebastian is sick and you have had enough.

Warning: Real Person Fiction. Sebastian with a man cold. Romanian translations, I did my best but could be totally off on these! Language.

You stood at the kitchen sink, taking a deep breath. You had about reached your limit and you didn’t know what to do. Sebastian had come home five days ago not feeling so well, having picked up a cold on his last set. By the time the next morning rolled around, you would have thought he was on death’s door from the way he was acting. He hobbled around, covered in blankets, was constantly groaning from the aches he was feeling, and while he was always polite, he had needed you to take care of him night and day. You had been accommodating and loving but, by now day three, you were at your wit’s end and were about to reach a breaking point. You knew you needed reinforcements and advice.

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts. You held the phone to your ear and waited until the person on the other end picked up.

“Hi, I need your help.”

Just under two hours later, there was a knock at the door and you went to open it. In barges Georgetta, arms full of grocery bags. You quickly grabbed some from her while she went on and on about how you should have called her sooner and you must be run ragged. “Iubi [Love], as I’m sure you’ve learned by now, Sebastian is a terrible patient. You will run yourself ragged trying to take care of him. What he needs now is some homemade soup and some tough love.” She reached into one of the bags, pulled out a bottle of wine and held it up. “First step, drinks for you and I. We are going to need them.” You both laughed and pulled out a corkscrew and two wine glasses.

You both got busy making some Supa de galusti, a traditional Romanian dumpling soup that was always a go-to for Georgetta when Seb was sick.

After a few hours, and a full bottle of wine down, the soup was ready and it was time for stage two of your plan, the tough love part. Georgetta followed you up to your bedroom and went to open the curtains. Seb was asleep and started to stir slightly at the bright light. Georgetta went over to the bed and ripped the covers off, revealing a now very naked Sebastian who woke up quite quickly.

“Ce pusca mea!?”[What the fuck!] He yelled out, realizing that he was now freezing cold, blinded by the sunlight coming in from the windows, and now naked.

“Ai grija la vorba, Sebastian.”[Watch your language, Sebastian.] His mother responded back to him. He sat up, his hair going every which direction and opened his eyes at the sudden and unexpected sound of his mother’s voice.

“Mama?” He croaked out, quickly covering his manhood with a pillow. “You’re here?”

“Da, Sebastian. I’m here trying to help your poor fiance deal with your miserable ass. You have been running her ragged trying to take care of you. You’ve had your time to rest, now it’s time to get up and get better.”

“Dar Mama…” [But Mom…]

“Nu! Fără “Dar”! [No! No “Buts”] Out of bed! The shower is running and I expect to see you downstairs in the next 20 minutes.” She gave him a look that let him know that she meant business. He rolled out of bed, being sure to keep the pillow covering his bits held tight and walked towards the bathroom. As he got to you, you heard him mutter “trădător” [traitor] at you semi-playfully, so you smacked him in the bare ass when he walked by.

As he showered, you and Georgetta quickly changed out your sheets for fresh, clean ones and made sure to wipe down all the surfaces in the bedroom. When you got back downstairs she instructed you to go relax on the couch. You sat down with a book you had been reading and she brought you over another glass of wine.

“Multumesc, Georgetta.” [Thank you] You said tiredly. It had been a long and hard week and it had worn you down. She shook her head no at you.

“No, thank you. I know first hand how difficult he can be when he’s not feeling well. The fact that you went five days before you called me is amazing.”

“Well, I love him. Otherwise, I would have killed him well before today.” You both laughed at your words. Right then Sebastian came down the stairs, looking more refreshed and honestly cleaner than he had looked in a long time. He stood in front of both of you and spun slowly in a circle.

“I’m awake, I’m showered, and I’m dressed. Are ya happy now?” You and his mom clapped sarcastically like he had just performed a high flying act. He rolled his eyes and kissed the cheek of both of you.

“Honestly, I feel a lot better now that I have showered. What’s that smell? It smells amazing.” He commented while following his nose to the kitchen.

“We made soup for you.” His mother said. At this, he turned around and gave a look of excitement.

“Galusti?”

“Yes. I taught Y/N how to make it.”

He pumped his fist in excitement and quickened his pace into the kitchen. Georgetta followed him into the kitchen and helped ladle soup into bowls.

“You need to thank that girl. She put up with a fair bit from you for the past week.”

“I know mama, she deserves more than I can give her. I will make it up to her.” He said while carrying a bowl of soup to you. You thankfully accepted the bowl and scarfed it down, amazed at how something so simple could taste so good. It wasn’t long before your head started to nod and your eyes got heavier and heavier. Seb took the bowl of soup from you and laid your head down on his lap. He raked his fingers through your hair and in no time at all, you had fallen fast asleep. Georgetta smiled at the two of you. She hadn’t seen her son so happy as he was with you and she knew that you two were it for each other. “Dă-i lumea, Sebastian.” [Give her the world, Sebastian.] “Da, Mama. Îi voi da totul.” [I’ll give her everything]

#whumptember #sebastian stan #seb stan #sebastian x y/n #sebastian x you #sebastian x reader

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libraryofloveletters · 1 year

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Newey!reader with Seb where they are married and reader is pregnant (she’s the apple in his papa eyes), to break the news to her father on holiday they had together “I know we said no presents this year but..." utterly joy in the household.

At the dinner Seb thoughts he’s whispering but turns out all the table could heard him “suck my candy cane” chaos ensues

why is this soooo fricking cute too -- I'm imagining like 2012 seb, post championship #2 and he's soooo cheeky // prompts: “I know we said no presents this year but..." & “suck my candy cane”

The two of you sat in the living room of your parents’ house, your siblings across from you with their boyfriends and girlfriends, your parents watching as their grown up children covered their living room in wrapping paper.

You look at Seb and he nods, holding your hand before you turn to your parents. “Mom, dad, I know we said no presents this year but.. Seb and I have some news.”

“This isn't like the time you said it was fine and then you brought Seb home?” Your father asks and Seb rolls his eyes.

“Thank you Adrian, I always feel the love.” Your husband jokes, earning a few chuckles.

You shook your head, “no uh,” you look at Seb and he gives your hand a squeeze. “We're having a baby.” You blurt out the news and your parents are both smiling, your dad instantly pulling you into a hug.

“My baby is having a baby?” He asks, his hands cupping your cheeks. “Yeah,” you laughed; though your father would never admit it, you were his favourite. Probably because you were the youngest but also because you were the only one interesting in motorsport - which is how you met your husband.

The baby news settles down and everyone is getting ready for dinner and you’re all sat at the table, waiting on your mother to join you after getting the bottle of wine she wanted.

Seb’s hand rested on your thigh under the table and he kept sliding his hand up and you brushed it away.

“What?” He whispers and you nudge his hand away. “Nothing, behave.” You scold him.

“Suck my candy cane,” he mumbles a bit louder than expected, earning a few chuckles from your brothers in law and a very pointed glare from your father which made you laugh.

“Good job, Seb.” you laughed.

#holiday extravaganza blurbs <3 #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x reader

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sparkagrace · 1 year

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Luisa! 🥰️ I realized you accidentally sent this to my main, so I'm answering this way for you. Thanks so much for the prompt! I was talking to @cable-knit-sweater when I saw this photo of Seb with Andrew Rannells and Matt Bomer and commented how Matt and Seb could easily play brothers. And thus this little ficlet was born!

Thanks so much for your prompt, @its-tortle. (ps I couldn't think of new names so I'm using Andrew and Matthew for this, but in this au Matthew Barnes is Bucky's older brother).

tags: outsider pov, bucky and steve are in denial, friends to lovers

There's no way that it's not going there With the way that we're looking at each other There's no way that it's not going there

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Meeting your fiance’s family is nerve-racking enough. Andrew already threw up on the flight from Chicago to LaGuardia and accidentally told his future mother-in-law that her food was too salty. Matthew Barnes had unhelpfully snorted out his white wine, but later assured him that Winnie wouldn’t take offense and he needs to relax a little.

Thank god Bucky was around. Matthew’s younger brother has been up to Chicago a couple of times to hang out with them and so Bucky’s a good person to hang around with when Matthew’s a little busier.

“We’re going to a club later if you wanna hang,” Bucky tells Andrew and Matthew as they clean up from dinner. “You’re welcome to hang out here, but mom and dad are going to watch the news the whole night and they’re going to want to talk to you guys about it. I’m just saving your skins here.”

Andrew glances towards Matthew. He wants to make a good impression on his in-laws but he can’t deny a Brooklyn club would be much more fun. He breathes a sigh of relief when Matthew nods and he and Bucky make plans of when to leave. Matthew and Andrew do some polite after dinner conversation while Bucky goes ahead to meet up his friends.

It’s an excruciating two hours before Matthew’s phone pings with a location and the two of them make their excuses and head out to the club where Bucky and his friends are.

The music is pumping and there’s far too many people already inside by the time they get there. Andrew realizes that at 32, he might be getting too old for clubs when he looks at some of the attire his fellow club-goers are wearing. He was wild in his youth, but even he didn’t wear plastic pants and doesn’t understand why anybody would.

Matthew decides to get drinks before seeking out Bucky in case they can’t find him again, and Andrew sticks close by, trying to nod along to the music but not really enjoying whatever the DJ is playing. Honestly, he might be too old for clubs. He mentally strikes off ‘wedding DJ’ from the list of to-dos.

Then he spots Bucky out by a table across the room with someone’s arm around his neck and leaning in close to talk in his ear. Bucky is laughing and his thigh is pressing up close to his blond companion as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You didn’t tell me your brother was into guys,” Andrew nudges Matthew. Matthew frowns as they wait by the bar for their drinks.

“He’s not.” Andrew gestures towards where Bucky and the blond guy are (and, honestly, Andrew approves). Matthew clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. “Oh, that’s just Steve. They’re best friends.”

Now it’s Andrew’s turn to roll his eyes and snort because what? That is not best friend behavior. That is very much ‘I want to get up on you’ behavior.

“No, I think that they’re wildly in love.”

“Baby, I’m tellin’ you, they’ve been like this forever. They met in pre-school, they’re like joined at the hip most of the time.” Matthew launches into a story about how Bucky and Steve were BuckyandSteve around their neighborhood. They went to the same school but eventually were put into different classes because they kept getting themselves into too much trouble.

But Andrew can see the way Bucky’s hand rests on Steve’s thigh all possessive-like. A clear warning for strangers — for people like Andrew who have just walked in and don’t know them — that they’re taken. Do not approach. The club is loud but Andrew doesn’t think there’s any need for anyone to be sitting that close unless there was an ulterior reason behind it.

Steve’s fingers have moved from around Bucky’s neck to wind through his dark hair instead, and Bucky seems to be enjoying it from the way his mouth has dropped open a little.

“Let’s go say ‘hi’,” Matthew announces as their drinks arrive, and they make their way to the pair.

Bucky lights up when he sees them, and if they were trying to keep whatever was going on a secret, it doesn’t seem to matter because both Bucky and Steve seem unfazed by their arrival. Steve’s hand drops to rest around Bucky’s shoulder as he’s introduced to Andrew and then he starts talking to Matthew about a baseball game he went to last month. Apparently most of their friends already left, leaving Steve and Bucky behind to close down the night.

“So, how long have you known Steve?” Andrew asks Bucky, who grins and begins telling him almost everything there is to know about his best friend.

Bucky might already have a good buzz going, but there’s no mistaking the reverence and love that comes from the way he speaks about Steve. Andrew has never heard so many superlatives come out of someone’s mouth about one person.

“The best person I know,” Bucky finishes and grabs Steve by the neck, ruffling his hair and pulling him towards him. Steve protests through a laugh and finally straightens, pushing his hair back. Andrew doesn’t miss the way that Bucky tracks the movements and the lazy smiles they exchange as they stare at each other.

The DJ starts playing a song with a pounding beat and Steve asks if anyone wants to dance. Bucky’s beer is drained and he grabs onto Steve’s wrist, urging him to the dance floor before it gets to the best bit. Matthew and Andrew let them go ahead and are content to keep their table occupied.

The dance floor is full of sweaty bodies and people grinding on each other, and it’s reasonable for the two guys to join the fray and find people to dance with, but they seem to only be wanting to dance with each other. Andrew doesn’t even think it’s intentional; Bucky and Steve start with a sizable distance between them as they find free spaces within the crowd, but it seems like their bodies just gravitate towards one another.

Steve’s head is tipped towards the ceiling as he sways and one of Bucky’s arms finds its way to rest over his shoulder, watching Steve dancing with a grin as they find a rhythm. There are other people — so many people — around them but it might as well just be the two of them. A girl attempts to get between to dance with Steve, but Bucky tightens his grip and pulls Steve closer to him so that they’re practically chest to chest.

Even from a distance, Andrew can see the way the sweat is forming on everybody’s skin and it must be intensely hot under those flashing lights that pulse a rainbow of colors over the crowd. Bucky is smiling and Steve looks at him, a grin of his own spreading across his face as he takes Bucky’s face between his palms and rests their sweaty foreheads together.

When Andrew looks over at Matthew, he’s looking intently at his brother and his best friend, as if he’s just understood something.

“I think this is how they always are,” Matthew says again.

“There’s no way that it’s not going there,” Andrew replies and takes a swig of his beer.

(He’s proved right three months later when Bucky and Steve come to visit them in Chicago for New Year’s Eve. When Andrew kisses Matthew at midnight, he catches sight of Bucky shyly pressing his lips against Steve’s as the cheers ring out. Steve rests his head against Bucky’s shoulders and wraps his arms around him as they both grin stupidly into each others’ coats under the fireworks that burst above them.)

#steve x bucky #stucky au #stevebucky fic #stucky fanfiction #ficlets #my fic #luisa 💖💖💖#Spotify

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pain-in-the-butler · 1 year

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There's a Kuroshit cosplay photo from the early 2010s that I long to find again so I'm putting out the call:

it's Seb, Ciel, and Alois. The young masters are pretending to squabble and they look fake-mad, I think they're almost smiling, they're trying to have a slappy fight. Sebastian, though. He's in the middle of the boys and his expression is the epitome of "exhausted wine mom has been pushed too far for too long by her sons." I think his wig has gone limp and wilty, which just adds to the tired mom energy. I also believe they're either sitting against a wall or standing near a railing in a hotel/con center and it's taken from the waist up. I think Seb has his arms around both their bodies as if he's trying to haul them away. It's the only cosplay photo I love more than Ciel visiting Santa at the mall, if anyone knows the one I'm talking about I'll be so happy

edit: I found it!

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #it's so real I haven't searched for it in a while but I'll try again when I'm home from gym/shopping

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simba-gano · 2 years

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SIMBA GANO: 44 years old, professor of Cardiothoracic Surgery, cis-male he/him, friendly and charming and a total dad. Originally from France. Moved to Roswell for his wife Adrienne, they now live together with their two daughters. Lives in Greystone Complex. penned by Nico

BIOGRAPHY (summary)

Simba grew up in Paris, France, in a small and tight community of immigrants. His parents were intelligent and friendly people, and they ensured Simba had the best type of education. He went to study to become a doctor, where they met Adrienne, who at first was his rival, and later became his girlfriend. When she moved to the USA for a job opportunity, they broke up. Though it didn’t take more than half a year before Simba followed her there. They have two beautiful children and Simba eventually started working as a professor at the local university.

WANTED PLOTS

A solid group of friends. For a nice group of people who all go to Simba’s place to drink wine with him and Adrienne and play board games. (TAKEN BY MIA, LONETTE, open to more)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

People he basically adopts as his kids

Anyone with a good story to tell

All the friends!!

Some students

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

Wife: Adrienne (Riri)

Wine Friends: Lonette

Teacher friends: Andrea

The Dad Club: Jaden, Aryan

Mom friends: Mia, Junie

Were nice to his kids: Ender

Were weird with his kids: Gunner

People he gushes over: Brook, Rose, Seb, Jacie

#roswellintro #intro #bio

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stardewremixed · 1 year

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Thanksgiving headcanon

Alex - the perfect day to toss the gridball around with all his cousins. Wrestling in the leaves. Grass stains. Turkey legs. Crisp fall air. Grandma's famous pumpkin pie.

Abigail - gets up at the crack of dawn to watch the Thanksgiving Day parade. Still is giddy over the floats. Loves the musical renditions. Wishes she could be there in person.

Elliott - a little unusual for Thanksgiving but cranberry sauce and stuffed lobster is his go-to dish. A walk on the beach contemplating what he is thankful for. Bringing apple cobbler to Leah. Don't worry. Willy made it.

Emily - knits socks for everyone she knows with little fall leaves. Makes everyone wear "I am Grateful" tee shirts. Rolls her own dough for apple pie.

Harvey- a hot meal, a day off, a good book, a cup of coffee, plaid house Slippers.

Haley - planning her route for Black Friday shopping. Renting a car so she doesn't have to take the bus. Eww. Leaving Thanksgiving night and staying at a hotel near her mall destination in Zuzu. Checking her list twice to make sure she doesn't forget gifts for anyone.

Claire - a day off from Joja. Sleeps till 1pm. Microwaves some turkey and stuffing. Plops down to watch the dog show.

Olivia - all about presentation. Cornocopia centerpiece. Fall mums on the porch. Perfect magazine masterpiece dinner made by private chef. Candles everywhere.

Magnus - what day is it? A little dazed from staying up late the night before reading ancient tomes. Thankful he isn't invited to Thanksgiving dinner at Marnie's.

Shane - turkey is okay. Chicken? Never! Spends the morning tossing chicken feed, playing tag with Jas, snuggling Charlie.

Leah - a healthy tofurky dinner, fresh cranberry salad, gluten-free rolls, cauliflower rice. Painting on the porch on the crisp autumn afternoon.

Maru - making leaf piles in the yard with sebastian, jumping in them and making a mess, reading a manual about how to operate the oven, taking a plate of hot foods over to Linus.

Lance - traveling again. Enjoys a turkey pot pie at the train station. Thankful for a healthy mind and body. Does a little weight training when he arrives home.

Sam - joins Maru in jumping in leaf piles, games online with Seb until bored, avoids all chores his mom asks him to do, challenging Vincent to a chubby bunny contest with marshmallows and annoys his mom, eats a second dinner at Abigail's because mushroom stuffing isn't his fave.

Penny - strolling JojaMart wondering if she has enough gold to buy ingredients. Wondering why Morris keeps trying to push the green bean special. Manages to make do with what she has on hand at the trailer. Hot turkey sandwiches, instant mashed potatoes, and canned cranberries. Pumpkin cookies were also on sale.

Sebastian - a day of online gaming with friends (getting annoyed at his sister's and Sam's leaf pile mess, laughing and joining the fun), and inevitably writing his Christmas wish list because his mom will be begging for it.

Victor - visiting his bio dad overseas. They don't celebrate Thanksgiving. Running through McD's for a pumpkin shake. Something to remind him of home. He's grateful for the time spent with his father.

Sophia - picking the perfect holiday wine. Making butternut squash soup and cranberry brioche. Spending too much time looking at catalogues, wishing she had more money for presents this year. Doing some house cleaning since she has the time.

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littlemissidontcare · 10 months

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They live on opposite sides of the country. He hasn’t made a move to LA and she hasn’t made a move to NY. She’s not pregnant, at least it’s not planned. They would have moved in together, or at least live on the same freaking coast if they were planning to have a baby. An accidentally pregnancy is possible but I doubt it would end up bringing them closer, honestly the stress would probably send Seb running from her. Not the kid but her.

And if that photo was taken from her seat, then that red glass of wine is right in front of her and is probably hers. And that was taken on the 26th! She probably just likes what that women has to say about birth and whatnot so she followed. I’m single and I follow tons of mom pages cause I like their stuff. 🤷🏼‍♀️ doesn’t mean I’m pregnant.

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aceredshirt13 · 3 years

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We all love the good good found family content for AA - god knows I sure do - but I figured I should throw in my two cents about some things.

I’ve seen a few posts saying that Phoenix is practically Maya’s dad, and an ENORMOUS number of posts saying Edgeworth is practically Kay’s dad, and I honestly disagree on both accounts for similar reasons?? Not even just because the age difference isn’t terribly large (though, like, Phoenix and Maya are only seven years apart which is not exactly dad energy, and Edgeworth and Kay are only nine years apart), but because of the general vibe of their relationship. Because of the teasing and mayhem that Maya and Kay cause in Phoenix and Edgeworth’s lives, while also loving and caring about them immensely, to me they seem more like chaotic younger sisters to the older brothers that alternately hold them back from or participate in their wild antics. (And it means perhaps Phoenix looked up to Mia not just as a mentor, but also as a kind of big sister, which I think is sweet.)

A lot of people cite the segment of AAI1 where a Kay says she reminds him of her dad, but I guess I just still don’t feel like their relationship has that energy?? Edgeworth is certainly protective of her and worried about her when she’s in danger, and will stop at nothing to defend her (as seen in AAI2-4), but he seems more the grumpy bear big brother who would die to protect his sister - much like Phoenix running across the burning bridge to try and save Maya. (Also, from what we know about Byrne, it sounds like he was quite different from Edgeworth in personality, so I always wondered why it was she said that - unless she was commenting that he seemed older/more mature than his age.)

We know for a fact that Phoenix is a great dad to Trucy and has dad energy in Apollo’s direction - and, it seems, is something of a part-time father/spiky law uncle to Pearl when she isn’t in Kurain - and if there’s any character Edgeworth has the most dad energy toward in the games, it’s Sebastian (it does still have the small age gap, but their relationship seems a touch more dad-adjacent, though I could still also see him as a big brother to Seb). But Maya and Kay will always be sisters to Nick and Edge in my heart.

#red randomness #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #kay faraday #maya fey #sebastian debeste #mia is somewhere between big sister and wine aunt and I love that for her #justine is definitely seb’s mom though for sure #also I’m a sucker for badd being kay’s dad #ace attorney spoilers

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eurynome827 · 5 years

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If you could go on a date with Only 1 of the Definitely Seb blogs, which one would you take?

Nope.

Noping right out of this one. I can't play favorites on dash.

#the definitely sebs #the definitely neighborhood wine mom speaks #nope.

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frogger-irl · 2 years

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random stardew valley headcanon bc why not? pt.1: the bar piano

- there’s definitely a piano in the saloon somewhere. Emily found it at a flea market in Grampleton, and asked Marnie to borrow her truck to bring it back. Marnie basically forced Shane to go help her, smiling mischievously about it.

- see, back when Shane was a kid, he visited Marnie during the summers. She mostly taught him about animal care, but she also taught him piano. and he was decent at it back then, so she’s sure he remembers.

- They get it in there, and Emily wants it right near the fireplace. Great... Shane thinks. He’ll have to sit next to the damn thing and have a front row to the stupidity bound to happen.

- Gus and Emily have a system with the regulars. Gus takes Pam, Emily takes Shane. As a result, Emily’s become one of the only people outside of Marnie and Jas that Shane can actually stand. And the bar is empty besides the two of them.

- Screw it. And so, after he knocks back a beer, he sits down to play, and he’s still good at it. Emily smiles but doesn’t say anything to him about it. That’s exactly why he almost considers her a friend. Almost.

- The next time Elliot and Leah come in Gus brings out some pomegranate wine that the brand new farmer left for Elliot. “How did they know?” he asks the room. “And how, pray tell, did they get their hands on a pomegranate in the springtime?”

- Elliot is a lightweight. He and Leah split the bottle, and after his two glasses he is noticeable tipsy. He goes to the piano and starts playing. He... isn’t good, but most of the bar patrons are having fun watching him play and sing, badly.

- Abigail, Sam, and Sebastian were playing pool that night, like also every Friday, and spent the whole night making fun of Elliot.

- Leah escorted him back to the beach around 11pm

- Shane would have been annoyed normally, but Emily kept glancing at him, amused. I guess it was funny... he thinks. And it was kind of nice to have an inside joke with someone besides Jas saying “Look at all those chickens.” regarding every bird except chickens.

- Shane tells Marnie, who tells Penny. Penny convinces Gus to let her come in with the kids before noon to teach them piano. He’s more than happy to let her. So now Penny is going to teach Vincent and Jas Piano.

- Only problem is, Penny doesn’t know piano. She asks around town. Elliot is the first to offer. Penny politely refuses the offer, after what Marnie said.

- Penny asks Seb, who she knows can play, but isn’t surprised when he turns her down. “Sorry, Penny, too busy. I swear to Yoba nobody takes me or my job seriously.” Maru warned her he was having a bad day.

- After apologizing for her brother, Maru suggests she ask Gus, because he knows everyone, he’s bound to know who can teach her.

- She drops the kids off and goes into the Saloon. She avoids this place, especially when her mom is here. But Pam’s in Zuzu City this week, catching up with a few friends from her old bowling league.

- Emily tells her that Gus is in the back, doing inventory. Penny asks her if she can think of anyone. “Yeah, I can think of someone” and looks over at Shane. But Penny thinks she’s looking at the piano, and that’s all she’s going to say “May I ask who?”

- But Shane catches her drift. “Fine! I’ll do it. For Jas.” he says. Penny and Shane have a strange dynamic. They both love Jas, but Shane and Jas remind her of Pam and her, which worries Penny. And the similarities aren’t lost on him, but he hasn’t been able to change.

- Because of this, neither of them want Shane to give Penny lessons directly, they simply don’t know how to interact without Jas as a buffer.

- And that’s how grumpy Shane ended up giving kids piano lessons on his one day off. At least he gets a free drink out of it.

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okay what if one night nanny y/n comes over ya know to watch madeline but then right when she gets there or last minute madeline goes to a friends house or with her mom to dinner or work or something so it’s just seb and y/n so she offers to make dinner for seb bc she was gonna do it anyway for madeline and so it’s just them having a nice dinner and getting to know each other better🥰 you’re welcome to add smut or smutty thoughts of course bc you the amazing writer here so do ya thang but yea!

part one

You walked up the steps and walked through the front door, half expecting to see Madeline running towards you with her brown curls bouncing around her face and her blue eyes shining. She always welcomed you in with the craziest energy, it brought a smile to your face every single time. But instead, you weren't welcomed by the vibrant four-year-old, instead, you were welcomed with silence. You looked around the house in confusion, before turning towards the living room.

"Hello?" You were welcomed with silence, before walking down the hallway and stopping when you came to an open doorway.

Sebastian was sitting behind his desk, glasses sitting on his nose, while he looked over whatever was on his computer. The moment you stopped in front of the open door, it was like he knew that you were standing there. Sebastian looked up towards you and, for just a second, you felt your heart stop for a second. He pushed the glasses that were sliding down his nose back up, before standing and walking towards you.

You stood in front of him in a flowy summer dress, the hall light behind you causing a sort of glow behind you. You sent his heart racing and was making him hard, he internally groaned as he felt his cock twitch.

"H-Hey," Sebastian spoke as he looked towards you. "What are you doing here?"

"Lysia called me and said you needed me to watch Madeline tonight. Something about dinner and staying out late?" You spoke

Sebastian closed his eyes, before shaking his head. "She was supposed to tell you. I'm so sorry, Y/N. She just left to drop Madeline off at her cousin's house for a sleepover."

Your face fell slightly, and you pulled your brows together as you stared towards him.

"Well, I'm here already. Are you hungry? I was gonna jump on making dinner for Madeline anyways."

Sebastian couldn't stop the smile that slowly came across his face. "I would love that, I can get us a bottle of wine." Sebastian started walking towards you, the two of you walking towards the kitchen. "Red or White."

"Red,"

You walked into the kitchen and quickly looked through the fridge before grabbing everything that you'd need to make dinner for the both of you. You could hear Sebastian behind you as he grabbed a bottle of red from the bar cart against the wall before the familiar sound of a cork popping sounded. You placed the vegetables onto the cutting board just as he poured the wine.

"So....tell me a little about yourself, y/n," Sebastian asked, walking around to stand closer to you, as he dropped the second glass of wine down for you. You smiled towards him as a silent thank you.

"What would you like to know?" You asked, moving around the kitchen comfortably, Sebastian noticed how you seemed to fit perfectly into the home.

"Anything. I feel like I should know you a little better, especially since you've become my daughter's new favorite person."

You felt the blush rush towards your cheeks as that mention. "She's become my favorite person as well, she's an amazing little girl."

You paused for a moment as you continued to cook, suddenly feeling nervous, Sebastian's eyes intensely on you and making you feel a little shaky.

"Um, I am originally from the midwest, came out here for a job opportunity...that sadly fell through." Sebastian caught the frown on your face.

"What the job?"

"Editor at a small company, but the company fell apart soon after I started," You shrugged, grabbing the wine glass before taking a small sip, "But I loved it here so much that I decided to stay."

"How'd you fall into nannying, from being an editor?"

"There aren't many jobs out there for editing, but I always loved kids so...this seemed like the next best thing till something came up."

The conversation continued to flow between the two of you as you cooked, Sebastian being able to make you laugh and smile like you never have before. It had been a long time since you felt that you connected with someone like this, but when your eyes moved down to the ring on his hand, your stomach flipped.

The two of you soon moved to the table, it quickly left your mind, and you were smiling again. It didn't take long for Sebastian to feel this need to make sure a smile was always on your face.

"God, I don't think I've had this good of a home-cooked meal in a long ass time." Sebastian moaned softly.

"Glad you liked it." You smiled, reaching for your glass and finishing off the rest.

You set your glass down and felt a soft buzz going through you, the wine working through your system. When you looked back towards Sebastian, you noticed how close he was, leaning towards you slightly, with his eyes looking at you intensely.

You were able to see just how blue his eyes were with how close he was to you. It seemed that everything seemed to freeze for just a moment around you before soon you felt his lips on yours. A soft noise was muffled between your lips, frozen for a moment in shock, before you wrapped your arm around his neck and kissed him back. Sebastian nearly pulled away when he didn't feel you respond. Thinking maybe he overstepped and was reading signals wrong. But the moment your soft, plump lips began to kiss him back, he relaxed into you and deepened the kiss more.

Sebastian reached up to grab the back of your head, fisting your hair tightly to hold you against him, as his tongue danced against yours. The way that Sebastian kissed was enough to make your entire body feel like it was on fire. He pulled away and looked down towards you with a heaviness in his eyes that shot right through you and make you clench between your legs. You knew that you were wet and pooling into your panties.

His thumb reached up and rubbed against your swollen bottom lip before he leaned forward and kissed your lips gently. Sebastian seemed to surround you and envelope you completely.

"Have dreamed of tasting these lips for so long," Sebastian panted slightly, feeling his breath across your face.

"I've been thinking the same," You whimpered, wanting his lips on you again.

But just as Sebastian leaned forward to kiss you again, the sound of the back door could be heard. Along with the familiar jingle of his wife's keys.

(gif credit) part three

#sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan blurb #sebastian stan concept #sebastian stan x reader #i almost did smut #but i thought to leave a TWIST INSTEAD

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