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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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Incapacitated (one-shot)

Synopsys: When the Reader gets gravely injured, Sebastian is there to help her. When she goes home to London to recover, he flies over to ease her through the recovery. But that is not what friends do. And she can’t help but wonder what’s gonna happen between them.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x f!Reader

Genre: fluff, lil bit of angst

Warnings: descriptions of injury (like graphic ones), swearing, implied stuff, but no smut (sorry if there are any grammar mistakes :) )

Word count: 4076

Sebastian had never been as scared in his life as he was at that moment. He’d gone through leaving his home of Romania, he moved to a completely different continent, let alone state, had to adapt to a new culture, and when he became an actor, he had to deal with anxieties of getting a role and the thought of never having a stable job. But seeing Y/N, his costar, friend and the woman he’d fallen in love with, plummet to the ground with only a thin mattress to soften her fall, eradicated every horrible memory that came before. She landed with a sickening thud and crunch. A scream of her name rippled out of his throat. He didn’t even notice his feet carry him to where Y/N laid on her side, eyes closed and unconscious. There was blood slowly pooling around her, and when he finally made his way to her side, he saw why. Three ribs broken in half were sticking out of her body. His whole body trembled as if an earthquake was happening. People rushed around them,- crew members, their friends, but most importantly medics. Some of them had faces of stone, while most people had a mirror of his own- pure and utter terror. Sebastian even thought he heard a yell of horror come from someone, maybe Evans, but he didn't know. It was only when Y/N was lifted on a gurney and quickly wheeled to the ambulance they always had on set, Sebastian snapped out of it and ran after them. Luckily enough, he was allowed to jump in the car and go with them to the hospital. The whole ride was like out of a nightmare. Y/N’s breaths were shallow and her pulse was rapidly dropping. She was hooked up to ten different machines, as tubes pumped all kinds of liquids in her, in hopes of saving her life.

“Come on, dollface” Sebastian whispered, holding onto Y/N’s hand. Her knuckles were worryingly cold, but he hoped that his touch could give her some warmth back. “Come on dragă, stay with me.” Suddenly his fingers were squeezed. The motion was so weak, he thought he’d imagined it, but when she did it again, Sebastian knew, she was there, she was fighting.

***

The operation took more than eight hours, and that whole time he spent in the waiting area pacing around. When Y/N was finally wheeled to her room, he almost choked on his tears at the state of her. “She’s stable, but given her extensive internal injuries, we’ve placed her in a medically induced coma,” explained the doctor wiping sweat from his face. “You can go in and stay with her, but please don’t overwhelm her. She needs rest to heal.” Sebastian just blankly nodded and entered where Y/N laid motionless. The sterile smell of the clinic had settled in so far, he could no longer sense it, but when he fully looked at Y/N, his brain fully wrapping around how horrific this day had been, everything hit him all at once. The lights were too bright now, the sheets draped over her body, too scratchy to his touch, the fluids being pumped in her veins in little drops- that noise was too loud as well. Everything was too much, and all Sebastian wanted was for Y/N to open her eyes and give him that amazing smile that took away all of his anxieties. “Hey, dragă,” Sebastian said in a low voice. Somehow it seemed intrusive if his voice went anywhere above a murmur. “You scared us today… you scared me so bad. But you're safe now... You're good. So, take your time, just know, I’ll be here waiting for you to wake up, okay?” he kissed her knuckles, and wrapped them in his large hands, resting his chin on them. “I’m not going anywhere.” Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait too long. After an agonizing week for everyone on set, crew included, Y/N’s eyes fluttered open at three twenty-two AM on her own accord. “Hey there,” Sebastian breathed, a smile of relief morphing on his face. He stood up to lean over and brushed a strand of hair away from Y/N’s face. “How are you feelin?” His heart thudded in his chest, mind still trying to process she was awake and conscious, and those Y/E/C eyes were looking up at him. “Tired,” she rasped, her voice gravelly from not using it for seven days straight. “What happened?” “Your wires broke midair.” Sebastian shuddered at the memory. “You took a, uhh, a horrible fall.” He had to bite on his bottom lip to not let the memories overwhelm him. “Broke three of your ribs completely in half. The doctors fixed everything but now you have metal holding them together. You also dislocated your hip and shoulder, and smashed in your cheekbone.” Sebastian sucked in a shuddering breath, remembering the moment her wounds had been broken down to him, and how he had to actually sit down, or he would've fainted. He thought she’d be horrified, upset and distraught, but Y/N, as if she hadn't gone through anything, snorted and shook her head. “Please tell me they were able to fix my face. I don’t care about anything else, but it's the money maker.” Sebastian let out a teary laugh, putting their clasped hands against his heart. “I just said you had ribs sticking out of your stomach, and all you care is if your face is as pretty as it was?” “You think I’m pretty?” Y/N smirked. She’d never say anything like that if she knew what was going on. The meds they had pumped in her body, gave her new confidence to flirt with the man she’d been crushing on for a good half a year now. The knowledge that she wouldn't remember anything the next day kind of helped, and also the fact he probably wasn't taking anything she spewed out of her mouth seriously, made Y/N throw all caution to the wind. “I think you’re beautiful,” Sebastian murmured in the sincerest way possible. “Even when half of your face is blue and purple.” Y/N gasped. “I’m putting Brolin out of his job. Oh, no, we can’t have that.” Sebastian just rolled his eyes. “You almost died, and yet you’re still making joked.” That made the smile dissipate. “Wait, what?” He cleared his throat. “You uh… your heart stopped on the table… they had to give you emergency CPR,” a tear rolled down his cheek, and Y/N wiped it away. “Fuck, why am I crying?” he laughed. “I should be consoling you, not the other way around. It wasn't me in that... fuck!” he hung his head and pushed his forehead against their hands. “ ‘S because without me your life would be dull and boring,” Y/N answered, trying to ease the pain in his heart. A snort made its way into the air, and Sebastian shook his head. “Damn straight.” “You know, even if things hadn’t turned out… good,” she bit her lip, “I would never leave you. You can bet your fucking ass on everything you hold dear, I’d haunt my best friend for the rest of his life.” “Is that a warning?” he gave her a crooked smile and melted against her touch. She rubbed a soothing thumb over his unshaven jaw and smiled, tucking a brown piece of hair behind his ear. “It’s a fucking promise.” She spent four weeks in the hospital, going through routine checkups and another surgery, and all throughout that, Sebastian was by her side. The second he was done with filming, he’d rush to the hospital and keep Y/N company, no matter if she scolded him for not going home and resting or not. Of course, the rest of their friends came to visit and hang out. They’d raced to the hospital as fast as they could the second Seb announced in the group chat she was awake, even though it was the middle of the night and some of them had filming to do that same morning. Y/N was showered in love and care and junk food, and she wouldn’t trade her new-formed family for anything in the world. The Team, as they affectionately called themselves, stayed around for a bit, before Y/N scolded them and shooed them away to catch some sleep. “Seb, you should go too. Get some proper rest. That chair couldn’t have been good for your back.” “What, you calling me old?” “No,” Y/N snorted, tightening her grip on his palm. They hadn’t let go since she woke up. “I’m saying you need to take care of yourself, as well.” “ ‘M fine,” he replied, looking at the woman like she hung the stars in the sky. “You’re awake which means I’m good.” “Cheeseball.” “Yeah, but you love me,” he scrunched up his nose, and Y/N flicked it with her free hand. In more than one way, she wanted to say but opted for an eye roll.

***

That moment had been right there, and he’d let it slip through his fucking fingers. Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I really don’t want you to go. You’re supped to be recovering, not flying halfway across the world and putting yourself through more stress.” “I’m flying halfway across the world to recover,” Y/N replied, still sitting in her wheelchair. She had almost growled at the nurse when she’d said the woman would need it, but Sebastian had coerced her to follow the rules. “I’m going home, I’m gonna go through all the physical therapy and shit, get my life sorted, and in what- four-five months, I’ll be back on set. You have Mackie and Evans to keep you company so, you won’t be that bored.” “It’s not about if I’ll be bored, it’s me worrying that you’ll be all alone.” “Seb,” Y/N exasperated and turned around in the wheelchair. There were not a lot of people at the airport since it was the middle of the night so, they could have a little moment of their own undisturbed by fans or paparazzi. “I won’t be alone. I live opposite of Holland. Do you really think I won’t use him for my own gain? Are you kidding me? Imma bombard him with messages and make him buy me Domino’s every night,” she chuckled and scratched Sebastian’s jaw as he had crouched down to be on the same eye level. “I’ll be fine,” Y/N said in a softer tone, as she wrapped him in her arms letting his nose be buried in her untamed hair. “Stop worrying about me.” “Can’t,” he pouted. “You’re too much of an idiot and will somehow find a way to hurt yourself.” Y/N slapped his back before retracting. “I’ll message you when I land.” “And when you board, when you've landed, when you’re home and when you’re in the bed.” She rolled her eyes, as the assigned airport team member wheeled her to the security check. “Bye, Seba! Don’t have too much fun without me!” “Wouldn’t dream of it, dragă!” he responded. As Y/N disappeared behind the corner, he let out a loud groan of frustration and mentally punched himself. Another lost opportunity, and now he wouldn't get one for months. Fucking fantastic.

***

It was a month into her recovery, and she was fairing pretty well. Tom and Y/N had movie nights every Friday as he had finished his filming a while before anyone else, so when he’d heard about Y/N’s accident, he had greeted her at Heathrow with a huge teddy bear and a basket of her favourite snacks. “I’m gonna take such good care of you, even Sebastian will be impressed.” She furrowed her eyebrows. “What does Seb have to do with any of this?” Tom snorted as if it was the stupidest question of all time. “You’re his girl, and I think he’d actually start hating me if I didn’t help you." ”I’m- I- ‘m not his girl… we’re just friends,” Y/N stuttered out, feeling heat crawl all over her form at the thought. The eye roll Tom did was on par with The Rock’s signature one. “Sure, and I didn’t absolutely freak out when I got the call that I was Spider-Man.” He wheeled both of them out into the early morning air of London. “You keep telling yourself that,” he patted Y/N’s shoulder with a sarcastic smile before taking them to the car and driving to their apartment building. Though tonight, despite it being Friday and Tom’s insistence that he stay in, Y/N had thrown him out of her flat. “You’ve been taking care of me for four weeks. Go out to a club or something, get drunk with Harrison and be wild. Or I’ll shove a crutch so far up your ass, you’ll be eating metal for days.’ He hadn’t argued with Y/N after that. The last scenes of Keeping up Appearances played on her screen when a knock at the door disturbed her pizza munching. With a groan, Y/N slowly stood up from the couch and grabbed her crutches. She knew it wasn’t Tom, given how he now had the spare key to her apartment, so there really wasn’t anyone else apart from maybe Harrison or one of the other Hollands that would knock on her door so late. Though once she opened it, Y/N’s breath got stuck in her throat. “Seba?” her smile turned into a huge grin, and if not for her still healing injuries, she’d throw herself at the man. “What are you doing here?” “What do you mean, what am I doing here?” his lips were pulled in a brilliant smile, and he dropped the duffle bag of his stuff right beside her door before scooping Y/N up in a hug. “I’m here to take care of my best friend. Besides, I missed you too damn much.” “Don’t you still have stuff left to film?” she mumbled in the crook of his neck, and Sebastian shivered feeling her breath tickle the sensitive skin. If only she knew what that small act did to him. “No,” he shook his head. “Finished my parts a bit earlier. Maybe we’ll be called back for reshoots, but until then, I’m here, and you won’t get rid of me.” Y/N snorted. “As if I’d ever want to.” And suddenly his heart beat a little faster.

***

By that point, Sebastian had been taking care of Y/N for three weeks straight, and she’d be lying if she didn’t notice the little signs. How he’d look at her when he thought she couldn’t see him, how he’d let out a deep sigh, when Y/N would snuggle closer to him on the couch, and how his grip on her would momentarily tighten before letting go. Oh, and that one time he’d just been blatantly staring at her lips for a good two minutes, was the biggest giveaway that something was up with the man. It was a rainy night, very similar to the many London experienced when they were on a group video call with the rest of the cast. “You taking good care of our girl, Frosty?” Robert pointed a finger at Sebastian, and both Y/N and the man rolled their eyes in unison. “I’m fine, Bobert,” Y/N laughed, calling the actor by the nickname he oh so adored… but not really. “Both Seb and Tom have been amazing at helping me. They get me to my physio, make me food and lazy around with me. What more could I ask for?” The whole conversation she was safely tucked underneath Sebastian’s arm, body resting between his thighs, and as people slowly exited the chat, some being called away to film, some going to run their errands, sleep started to overtake her for it was nighttime in England. They said their goodbyes, and Seb closed the laptop before pulling her closer to his chest. “You ready to go to bed?” Y/N dragged a hand down her face and pushed her nose in the crook of his neck. “I’m so tired, I could just pass out like this.” “Wouldn’t be the first time,” his voice was soft and gentle much like the fingers that carded through Y/N’s hair. She sighed, enjoying his touch and the settled silence if only for a moment, but when her arms wrapped around his waist she heard his heart stutter. “You okay, Seb?” “Yeah,” he murmured, a hint on nervousness slipping through. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “I don’t know. You tell me why your heart is going absolutely wild.” Two big Y/E/C eyes looked up to see the man’s flushed face, and he turned his gaze away. “Seb,” Y/N whispered his name, sliding up a hand to touch his jaw. “Seb, look at me, please.” He didn’t. “Seb, this is not what friends do,” Y/N murmured holding onto his face, trying to meet his gaze that he was so actively avoiding. “Friends call, they chat through Skype, message one another… they don’t fly across the fucking ocean to help someone get dressed or make a meal.” “Maybe,” he finally started, a violent shudder moving down his spine as he locked eyes with Y/N, “maybe I don’t want to be friends… maybe, I've finally realised how short life is, and that I never want to be friends with you... maybe I've finally come to the conclusion I could never live with myself if I had let go of that chance to tell you how fucking in love I am with you…” Her breath didn’t hitch, but neither did her touch drop. “Maybe I don’t wanna be friends with you either,” Y/N whispered, two love-filled eyes looking straight into his soul, and a shy smile melting all his fears. “Maybe one of the reasons I've pulled through all of this shit is because I didn’t get the chance to say how fucking in love I am with this certain Romanian man, who makes me melt even with the simplest of looks.” “You mean that?” Y/N smirked, wiping away a tear that rolled down his high cheekbone. “Kiss me and find out.” Sebastian’s lips were on hers in a second. He could’ve disintegrated at the euphoric feeling. When she kissed back harder, sneaking her tongue in his mouth through his parted lips, an involuntary moan escaped the man, but Y/N just pulled him closer, desperate to hear more sounds like that. But then he pushed back. Instantly her eyes were open, and fear flushed her body at the thought that he regretted what had happened, but seeing the blissed-out state Sebastian was in, she relaxed a bit. “Fuck, you have no idea, what I wanna do to you,” he groaned. He didn’t need to say anything more to have wetness pooling between her legs. Hell, he just had to look at her and she could cum then and there. “Then why don’t you?” A sad snort escaped him before he looked at the girl. His calloused palm cupped her cheek, and he pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. “Because every time you walk, I can see the winces you’re trying to keep off your face. Because every time you sit down on the couch, I can still hear you whimpering in pain. And I don’t wanna add any more discomfort to that.” She gave him a sly smirk. “Well you wouldn’t,” Y/N straightened out a bit. “In fact, I think you’d be doing the complete opposite.” “Trust me, as much as I want to absolutely ruin you,” he breathed against her lips, and this time Y/N whimpered for different reasons, “I’d like to do it when I’m not afraid that a gust of wind might hurt you.” “Okay, that’s over exaggerating everything.” “I know,” he gave a small laugh, “but I just… I could never imagine causing you pain when all I want to do is make you happy.” Y/N wove her hands in his hair and gave him a wide grin. “You do. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been.” She pulled him in for another passionate kiss, and Sebastian swore he was in heaven.

***

The screams of people were deafening, as Y/N made her way down the carpet, posing for the flashing lights of the photographers. Her silver dress glimmered and so did her eyes. It was a long road to get there, but Sebastian was by her side every step of the way, and now, at the premiere of Infinity War, he was once again. They’d made their relationship official while she was still in London, and barely able to walk, but it didn’t matter. Nothing in the world mattered apart from the two of them. Together they had stepped out of the limo, and together they were celebrating this monumental moment. The only time Y/N and Seb were split apart was for interviews, though they weren’t far from one another even in those moments. “First of all, congratulations of the movie. Talk about the event of the decade!” the blonde interviewer exclaimed, and Y/N laughed. “I know, right? It’s insane. Just to think ten years ago, RDJ made this little film that no one really had any expectations for, and now it’s morphed into this behemoth.” “It’s absolutely astounding!” she cheered, and Y/N nodded before returning attention to the questions. “How are you feeling? How is everything going since that nasty fall during shooting?” “I’m- I’m good,” she let out a deep sigh. Sometimes it was still hard to think back on it. There had been a moment three months down the line when what had happened actually fully settled in, and Y/N had had a full-on breakdown. In fact, Sebastian had to coax her out of a panic attack, because she couldn’t breathe, and they spent the rest of the night clutching onto one another like they were the last pieces that tethered them to Earth. She was still self-conscious about the scars that would now permanently adorn her ribcage, but every time Sebastian would drag his lips over the skin there, his stubble leaving an oh so delicious burn on the jagged skin, Y/N couldn't care less. “Accidents happen, you know. It was nobody’s fault, and everything turned out fine. Besides, I had such an amazing support system during my recovery, like everyone was there to help me in any way possible, so when times I wanted to give up came, either Scarlet or Renner would give me a nice smack over the head, and get me back into the zone.” The interviewer nodded along before her eyes flitted to Sebastian that a bit further down the line, responding to his own questions. “We also heard, that a certain blue-eyed brunet was there to help you through it all,” she gave the camera a sly smirk before returning to look at Y/N, who had the most love-sick gaze a woman could ever have. “Yeah, he was a- uhh- a huge part in me getting better… honestly,” she sighed, looking back at the other woman, “I don’t think I’d be standing here without Sebastian. He was my rock, as cliche as that sounds. He got me through the toughest of it, and now he's still with me, for whatever reason. He truly is an angel, and I have no idea what I did to have him in my life, but I'm so fucking grateful for it.” The woman let out a huge ‘aww’ and smiled into the camera. “Honestly- we ship it." She turned back to Y/N. "Thank you, for stopping by, and once again, congratulations on the movie.” Y/N gave her one last thanks and slowly walked off to where people were gathering to enter the theatre. “You know,” Sebastian muttered sliding up to her side, and bringing Y/N closer by where he was holding on to the small of her back, “you might be playing a superhero in the movie, but you’re also one in real life.” “Yes, well, I meant what I said,” she looked up at him and rested her head against his shoulder. “Without you, I wouldn’t be here. I love you, and I’m never letting you go.” “As if I’d allow that,” he snorted and gave her a kiss full of love and adoration. Little did she know about the ring that was sitting at the back of his sock drawer and would adorn her finger in two years’ time.

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