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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Paparazzi.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: TOO META, m*sturbation, mentions of s*x

Requested: nope

Summary: I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me... Y/N Y/L/N writes Marvel fanfictions. One day, Sebastian stumbles upon her account and, unable to help himself, reads all the stuff she has written about him. He didn't mean to fall so hard for her but he does. How can he not? She has shown him parts of himself that he never even knew existed.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so a few weeks ago I read a similar (but dark) fanfic and I really wanted to write a softer version of it... Enjoy!

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Same old, boring routine.

Y/N hit post and slumped against the headrest of her bed, sighing. She waited; a minute, then two passed and she noticed that someone had liked her post. She smiled to herself as she kept her phone away. Though boring, she wouldn't trade her life for the world. Y/N… well, she was a university student first and foremost but she was also a writer.

Being a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she had started writing fanfictions a few years ago. She posted them on Tumblr, where her blog, though not very well-known, stood out enough for her posts to get around 800-1000 likes per post. She loved it; she loved writing, she loved posting her stories and especially, she loved the feedback.

Sometimes people were rude, but most times, the reviews she got were fantastic. She read each and every one of them, smiling goofily as people freaked out over her fanfictions. It warmed her heart. A smile automatically blooming on her face, Y/N lay down on the bed and decided to go to sleep, it being almost 3 am.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else was up at the same time, tossing and turning in his bed, restless.

Sebastian sighed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He drank some water and lay down again, closing his eyes but it was like sleep was mad at him. Refused to be anywhere near him. He groaned to himself and picked up his phone from the nightstand, deciding to go through Instagram, hoping he'd finally fall asleep to the glare of the screen.

As he logged into his account, he skipped the activity page and went straight to the explore page. Bored, he continued scrolling until his eyes landed on a specific photo. And the breath escaped his lungs when he clicked on it; the woman in the picture was absolutely gorgeous. He just couldn't resist going to her page, smiling widely when he read her bio.

It gave him her basic information; her name, her age, the university she attended. But what caught his eye was the link below the bio. My Marvel Fanfictions Master List. Marvel fanfictions? She was a writer? Smirking, he clicked on the link and it took him to Tumblr. Of course, he'd heard of the site, but didn't have an account on there. At 3 am, his mind sure wasn't working right.

A post popped up on the screen, the same master list she had mentioned earlier. And his eyes bulged out of their sockets; damn, those are a lot of fanfictions. He went through the whole thing, smirking again when he noticed that she had written the most fanfictions about him. Not Bucky Barnes, no, Sebastian Stan.

He clicked on the first one. The date of posting was way back, in 2019. He started reading; nothing about it felt weird to him; he was intrigued, if anything. And as he continued reading, he couldn't help but imagine her being in the stead of the female protagonist. Her, the writer. The woman whose picture had made him end up reading in the first place.

When he finished the story, his heart thudded wildly in his chest. Wow, she really has a way with words. And he had also noticed how in the author's note, she used a lot of slang but reading the story had made him realize that she had an amazing, extensive vocabulary. He went back to the master list and clicked on the latest post under his name.

Posted: 15 minutes ago.

His breath hitched in his throat when he read the warnings: there was going to be sexual intercourse in this one. For one moment, he hesitated; did he really want to read this? "Oh fuck it," he huffed and scrolled, starting to read. The more he read, the more his shaft twitched in his pants. He wasn't really like that during… but oh damn, he wasn't complaining.

"Oh, Seb…"

His hand slid down and he rubbed himself through his boxers, unable to take his eyes off the text in front of him. His strokes got harder and faster as the sex got steamier. "Ungh, I'm gonna cum—" And he suddenly came in his boxers, groaning. Slumping down on the bed, he quickly finished reading the rest of it, going back to the master list.

He took a screenshot with the account's name in it and then went back to her Instagram account to take another screenshot. Keeping his phone away, he slipped out of his boxers, cleaned himself and pulled the covers on top of him, finally feeling tired enough to fall asleep.

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Y/N was walking across the campus of her university, going to the cafeteria when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Taking it out, she opened Tumblr to read the message someone had sent her just then.

his-username: Hi there! I was binging your account last night, you write really well

your-username: Omg thank you!!!! I really appreciate it, I love getting feedback! 🥺❤

his-username: You're welcome! Especially your latest post, that was really good ;)

your-username: hehe 😈 glad you liked it!

Smiling widely, she kept her phone away and continued walking, not knowing that the person who had texted her was the same man she had written about. Sebastian smiled to himself when he read her text. After getting up in the morning, the first thing he had done was install Tumblr on his phone. Then he made an account for himself.

Figuring out the app was easy; he found out that there was an option to keep your liked posts and the accounts you followed hidden, and selected it immediately. No one needed to know what he did on the app. Then he went back to her account, pressed the follow button and started binge-reading her fanfictions again. Last night had he read only two, and that had left him wanting more.

Funny how much things can change in a night. He liked and reblogged all her posts without a second thought; he even read all her Bucky Barnes posts. She understood his character so well, put him on what he thought was an undeserved pedestal while writing about him. Some of the stories were AUs, which he found out stood for Alternate Universes. Mostly mobster or mafia stuff.

He had the day off, and he spent the entire time cooped up in his apartment, on his bed, reading. The more he read, the more he started fawning over her, over the version of him that she put out to the world. Dominating, suave and just perfect. He loved it. At the end of the day, he decided to text her again, hoping she wouldn't think he was weird or find out the truth.

his-username: do you wanna be friends, maybe? I'm new to the app, don't really have any friends here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That was a lie, he knew Mark Ruffalo had an active Tumblr account. But it's not like he could tell him.

your-username: Yes sure!!!! I was also thinking of making some friends on this app lol

his-username: You don't have any on here? But you've been here for years, haven't you?

your-username: haha yeah, but I don't really reach out to people much. Sometimes people leave their feedbacks on my posts, text me but that's that

his-username: Ohhh

his-username: well, let's start with names. Mine's Sebastian

your-username: Really?????? omg that's so cool lmaooooooo (didn't think you were a boy but 😳👀)

his-username: Not a boy, I'm a man 😤😂

your-username: 🤣 im y/n, btw

his-username: Y/N, that's a nice name

your-username: thank you!!!! So, what do you do?

his-username: nothing really that interesting, I'm in theatre

your-username: theatre is nice! I'm studying at [university] in New York lmao

his-username: Wait you're in New York? So am I!

your-username: ASDFHKSHKGF that's awesome!!! also I noticed that you've been going through my account the whole day 😏 notifications upon notifications keeping my phone busy

his-username: Oopsie?

your-username: 😂😂 I really don't mind, it was great! Despite the amount of likes on my posts, I only have a few loyal followers lmao gaining one more felt nice

your-username: You a big fan of Sebastian Stan? Cuz I noticed that you were only reading his and Bucky's fics 👀

Sebastian's face heated up.

his-username: kinda yeah 🤷🏻‍♂️😁

your-username: Cool cool cool, I'm a big fan of his too!!!! also got a crush on him but whatever 😳

Sebastian smirked at his phone. A crush on him, huh? That… was acceptable. He suddenly felt his cocky side coming out; the one she described in nearly all her fanfictions.

his-username: wouldn't blame ya, I mean, look at him. You have also written the most fics about him and Bucky

your-username: right????? damn that man has raised my standards. Anyway, I gtg now, I have to finish a paper before midnight. ttyl!

his-username: Bye! 👋🏻

He kept his phone away and took in a deep breath. This was the most fun he had had in years, and he was not letting her go so easy. He realized he was quickly falling for her; rather unhealthy, but he couldn't help it. Look at her. She looks like a goddamn angel, writes like one, makes him feel like one, do you really expect him not to fall for her? That's insane.

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Months passed by like a breeze. Y/N and Sebastian had become very good friends, and he knew his way around words just enough to keep her from finding out his identity while not lying to her. Y/N also appreciated his friendship, because he was the one to whom she could rant about her most favorite man in the world— Sebastian Stan.

Sometimes, she thought about how weird of a coincidence it was that her new friend and the actor shared the same names, but then she used to brush it off; that was a common name, right? They talked for hours on end; Sebastian (her friend, not the actor) was extremely witty, smart and fun to talk to, she had to admit. Sebastian felt the same way.

His feelings had worsened. Y/N entirely owned his heart now. Somedays, he'd just go on Instagram, go to her account— her username memorized by him— and stare at her photos until he grew tired; he'd never get tired of looking at her beautiful face but his stiff body afterwards begged to differ. She was just so Elysian. He longed for the moment when he could meet her in real life.

His personality had also changed majorly, and people had caught on. Especially his Marvel co-stars, who knew him to be introverted, shy and, in Anthony Mackie's words, "boring". They were surprised at his sudden change in attitude; he knew his worth and Y/N had helped tremendously in finding it. Now, all those adjectives that she used in her fanfictions fit him perfectly.

Sebastian was never tempted to read fanfictions about himself from authors other than Y/N. No, he only loved her work. He was sure no one else could write as beautifully as she did, he was her #1 fan. Y/N even sent him funny Marvel memes she found on the app and he used to enjoy them heartily; God, the others have no idea what they're missing out on. Our fans are awesome.

Everything was going well.

Until one day.

Sebastian was getting bored at home, so he decided to go to the nearby library to clear his mind. He had read not one book in the past few months, hung up on Y/N's fanfictions. At this point, he was obsessed with her and he knew it. It was nothing dark, per se, it was— it was similar to how Y/N was attracted to Sebastian. How she was a fan of his work.

Just the same. He was a fan of her work in the same way. Just how she was attracted to him, he was attracted to her. Walking into the library that he visited often, he gave the librarian a smile and ventured further into the dark place. He checked his watch; the library closed at 12 am, it was currently 9:30 pm.

Not many people were around, heck, nobody was around. He thought himself to be all alone until he heard it. A sigh, coming from a few aisles away. He walked in that direction and peeked around the corner, freezing when he saw the other person. Y/N? Her books were strewn all across the table as she sat alone at the booth, rubbing her temples.

"You okay?"

She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. I'm dreaming. This is not real. Now I know for a fact that Sebastian Stan is not standing in front of me, asking me if I'm— "Hello?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I, uh— I'm— h-hi," she stammered and he almost chuckled. "Hi." She gulped visibly and blinked at the table, not meeting his eyes.

"Can I have a seat?" He wants to sit with me?! "Y-Yes, sure, sir," she blurted out and he easily slid into the booth next to her. "Hey, please, call me Sebastian. What's your name?" He gave her a friendly smile, even though all he wanted to do was push her back into the booth and kiss her wildly. His shaft twitched just by thinking about it; Y/N was a thousand times more beautiful in person.

"I'm Y/N, it's very nice to meet you, I'm… I'm a fan," she admitted, playing with the ring she wore on her left thumb. I'm your fan too, sweetheart, the biggest one. "Y/N, nice name. You come here often? I haven't really seen you around." She shook her head. "Oh no no, I moved to this part of the city just a week ago, this is my first time here. The library is cozy," she shrugged, easing out of her tense position.

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, I know, this place is awesome. Got all my favorite books here," he chuckled and she smiled at him. "What's all this?" A groan left her lips. "Ugh, stupid university work. I have to write a book report but I don't even know what to write about." He smiled gently. "Well, I have a few favorite books, would you like some suggestions?"

"Oh, please! Tell me!"

He started listing some of his favorite works and Y/N noted the names down until he said the last name. At that, she froze. That's the name of my latest— She looked up but he had a smile on his face. "Oh, and the last one is by my favorite author." He took a pause. "Y/N Y/L/N." She froze completely, staring at the man with her jaw dropped.

Sebastian grinned. "We finally meet, Y/N, I've been waiting for months." Her mouth opened and closed several times as she recalled every interaction she had had with her online best friend— scratch that— her celebrity crush. All the times she had confessed her love for Sebastian Stan, all the dirty and inappropriate memes that she'd sent him…

Embarrassment flooded her entire body as she exhaled shakily. "It was you," she croaked out, "On Tumblr, the account— I'm so sorry—" Sebastian frowned in confusion when she blinked back sudden tears, a few still rolling down her cheeks as shame replaced embarrassment. "Y/N, please don't cry…" She looked up at him, his figure blurry due to her tears.

"You've read everything, haven't you? I just— I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable—" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn't hug back, though she appreciated the hug especially since it came from him. "You don't know how much you mean to me, doll," he mumbled into her shoulder, using the nickname she often used in the stories she wrote about him. He grew accustomed to it easily.

"Huh?"

He pulled away to wipe her tears. "It was an accident," he admitted, "But I stumbled onto your Instagram account from my explore page. Then I clicked on your account, saw that you wrote Marvel fanfictions and I just couldn't resist the urge to read what you had written. Blame it on 3 am me, to be honest. You're a great writer, and I was immediately drawn to your works. They're awesome.

"They've helped me so much in the past few months. You see this changed attitude that everyone's been talking about lately? All because of you, sweetheart. I'm sorry for keeping my identity secret, but after reading your works, I knew I had to get closer to you. I made the Tumblr account just for you, just so I could talk to you. I'm sorry for lying, but thank you."

Y/N dumbfoundedly stared at him for a few moments, her heart beat getting steady with each thump. Here was a man she admired, loved more than anyone else in the world, telling her that he harbored the same feelings for her. How crazy was that?! Not trusting her words, she simply pulled him into another hug. Sebastian wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her flush against him.

"Can I kiss you, doll?"

She slowly pulled away from him and nodded, shyly biting her lip. Grinning at the endearing gesture, Sebastian cupped her face and leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. The kiss grew hungry in a matter of seconds, and Y/N responded just as eagerly. His hands slid down to her waist and tugged on it, pulling her on his lap. She straddled his thighs as they continued kissing.

"Fuck," he groaned when they finally pulled away from each other, out of breath and panting. "You see what you do to me, doll?" Sebastian spoke huskily as he took her hand, placing it right on top of the tent that was forming in his pants. "Oh," Y/N whimpered when she felt him, the sound going straight to his shaft. "How about I take you home and we recreate some of the scenes from your stories, hm?"

"O-Okay."

"Good girl."

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A/N: What a meta experience 🤡 Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

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thattennisgirl · 5 years

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Loki x Reader, Valentine’s Day Oneshot

Hi guys! I know I haven't written anything in months (lol), but a combination of Valentines Day and a bad cold have inspired me to do a Loki x Reader fic for Valentines Day. Sorry I waited until the end of Valentine’s Day to write this oopsie.

I found this prompt from here that inspired my writing, the direct quote will not be used. The prompt is "Did your date seriously stand you up on Valentine’s Day fuck that noise will you be MY Valentine?"

This is set as a post Thor-Ragnarok Marvel AU, where Infinity War does not occur (still not over it). Essentially, Loki works with the Avengers as part of a contract for the Asgardians to settle in Norway.

Summary: Librarian reader knows Loki, and finds a date to try and ignore their growing affections for Loki. Reader has a Valentine’s Day date, but it goes terribly wrong as the reader’s date does not show up. However, just as the reader is about to get up and leave, Loki comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Angst, Self-loathing

Word Count: 1,603

The importance of such trivial Midgardian holidays was odd to Loki, and certainly not something he was adjusted to. This Valentine’s Day was no exception. Why commit a single day to lovers, or courtship? Why not show devotion every single day? Loki did not understand why humans were so obsessed with the holiday, or why Tony seemed to become increasingly worried about the holiday, even taking the time to put as a reminder on his calendar as to not forget. Even his oaf of a brother Thor was taking strides to prepare for the holiday for his beloved Jane.

Instead, Loki preferred the quiet silence of the downtown library he frequented in New York. It was one place where he was at peace and often undisturbed. However, the more and more he visited, he found himself increasingly interested in one of the Midgardians who worked in the library, Y/N. She was one of the few to show Loki kindness in helping him with finding books, and even providing recommendations. This was different from many librarians who often glared at him, for his army of aliens had come close to destroying the library.

However, it seemed even Valentines Day impacted the mood of the regularly quiet library. You were excited, in such a happy mood that it seemed nothing could possibly wipe the big smile off your face. You had a date, tonight, at a nice restaurant just outside the city. You had been looking for a boyfriend for a while, it had especially been difficult since the raven-haired God showed up to your workplace and increasingly frequented there. Loki, the one who initially came to destroy New York City, was now hiding in its libraries. You liked him, way too much, it was impossible, a God like him could never possibly like someone as simple as you. However, you couldn’t help but be drawn to the way his green eyes flickered in interest and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips when mentioning a Shakespearean book to him.

So to try and combat the longing you felt for the God, (or the way your heart fluttered every time he came near) and his beautiful accent, you decided you would find a date, on Valentines Day. You were sick of being alone in the big city and believed that there had to be someone who could fill the void in your heart. So, you found a date on an online app and were scheduled to meet Robert, tonight. You smiled at your coworkers, excited at the prospect of meeting someone new, however, your inner voice chastised you, You will never meet anyone else like him.

Loki observed quietly from the library watching you from afar, you did seem excited. He was secretly disappointed that he was not the one to cause you such happiness. While there were many libraries scattered around New York, he found himself visiting this one more often with the hope of seeing your bright gaze. He was attracted to you, the same attraction he had admonished Thor for was now an endless torture of his own.

Loki watched as you left your shift early, your coworkers wishing you luck as you walked out the door. Loki let a disappointed sigh leave his lips at realizing he still yet had to acquire the confidence to approach you, it seemed another had. Perhaps this holiday was troublesome after all.

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You smiled as you walked out the door to the library and headed home to change into your favorite black dress and black heels. Wearing a simple silver necklace, you headed out into the streets of New York City. It was always like a dream every time you walked into the busy city, you could hardly believe you were there. As you walked into the restaurant you had agreed to meet Robert at, you were seated at a small table by the window. You had reserved the table, of course, knowing that the restaurant would be busy on Valentines Day.

Five minutes ticked by and you checked your phone to see if you had a message from Robert, nothing. You nervously looked around the restaurant to see if there was anyone entering or looking around. Instead, you were disappointed to find that there were many couples scattered around the restaurant. You sent a quick text to Robert, Where are you?

15 minutes later, and nothing from Robert. You were beginning to get pitying glances from the staff and decided that if Robert did not arrive in the next 5 minutes, you would have to leave rather than face further embarrassment of eating alone. On Valentines Day.

Loki happened to be walking down the streets of New York, finding another reason to stay away from the Avengers facility just a little longer. However, he paused in his walking when he glanced through a window to see you sitting there. You looked beautiful, he realized as he felt his heart flutter at seeing you, the black dress fit your figure nicely, however as he glanced at your face, he saw the worry, concern, and anxiety there.

Loki was unsure of what to do, should he go to her, risk the conflict if her supposed date was there? Loki contemplated for a few moments before deciding the risk would be worth it. If anything, he wanted to talk to you.

You were desperately trying to hide the tears you felt at the corner of your eyes at the obvious rejection. I was so stupid and naive, how could anyone possibly like me? You thought to yourself as you readied yourself to leave after paying the bill for your glass of wine. Looking for some change for a tip, when you noticed a shadow of a person standing in front of you.

Thinking it was the manager about to give another one of those pitying looks, you began to apologize, “I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened. He was supposed to be here but--” You paused when you looked up to see a familiar raven-haired God, “Loki?” You couldn’t believe he was here, he looked incredibly handsome, wearing a completely black suit. His dark hair was in waves that fell to his shoulder, his green eyes smoldering. Was it natural for him to look that handsome? Did he have a date he was here with? You hoped not.

Loki’s initial excitement at seeing you morphed into what you could only identify as concern. “You are crying.”

You blinked at him and quickly wiped away at the tears as you turned away. “Yes, well, I thought I had a date but obviously I did not.”

Loki felt anger at the realization of the statement, who would dare to stand up such a sweet little Midgardian on a holiday like Valentine’s Day? They were fools, whoever it was, and Loki would not waste the opportunity. “Be my valentine.” Loki managed to utter the odd words, although rather than asking it as a question, he found himself insisting on the statement. Anything to make a smile appear once more on your face.

“Loki.” You paused, “You don’t have to, I know you must pity me.” You began to argue as you grabbed your things.

“No, I want to.” Loki stated assertively, “I am here purely out of my own desire for you.”

You gaped at him in surprise, he could not possibly mean?

Loki rolled his eyes, “Why are you so surprised?”

“I’m a human.” You argued.

“Yes, I have already made that observation.” Loki retorted sarcastically.

Flabbergasted, you sat back down and stared at him as Loki sat down in the chair across from you. Loki, in a rare moment of public affection gently grabbed your hand and held it in his own, stroking the back of your hand in a soothing motion.

“What Midgardian delicacies do you recommend?” Loki asked sincerely, “My brother Thor keeps going on about some pastry called Poptarts.”

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It turned out that the date went much better than expected, and despite your beginning disappointment, Loki had found a way to save the day. “I know its very corny, but you are my hero.” You smiled up at Loki as the two of you walked down the street, his arm wrapped lightly around your side in a show of genuine affection. Loki turned to look at you and realized that there were some benefits of learning to be more of a reformed hero, even if it was not inherently in his nature. Or perhaps he was just as foolish as his brother, as he found himself willing to do anything to gain your affections.

“Yes, well like all good books, I think the hero should be fairly rewarded,” Loki smirked as he glanced back down at you to gauge your reaction. Would you turn away?

“You do make a good point.” Your smile grew even bigger as you balanced on your toes to give him a brief kiss on the cheek. Loki, at first was surprised at such a forward expression of affection. “Thank you, Loki.”

Loki felt a grin tug at his lips revealing a charming smile. Taking you by surprise he leaned down to steal a kiss from your lips, pulling away before you had time to reciprocate. “I dare say this Midgardian Holiday might just be growing on me.”

You snorted at him but your cheeks flushed as his green gaze eyed you affectionately. You gently pulled him along with you downtown. “If you think this is good, just wait until you learn about April Fools Day.”

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Well guys this is it. Pretty sure I wrote it while on a fever, so I apologize if it is complete garbage. Love all of you, have a Happy Valentines Day (or Anti-Valentines Day, that’s cool too). 😊

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