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smutsonian · 3 years

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okay but,, imagine if the reader had been a complete brat and gone out without letting Lee know. He waned her before about the dangers out there and that he wont always be there to save her. This gives him an idea. Lee decides to scare her by locking her up in a prison cell with Robert Pronge. Lee lets him do whatever he wants for the next few hours and even sits himself in a chair to get a better look..

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lesson learned

lee bodecker x reader x robert pronge

warnings: dark, noncon, voyeurism, slight angst, posessive lee, creepy robert, not proofread!

word count: 1.4k

a/n: idfk how to do the keep reading thingy on mobile. Also I TRIED AND OMFG I JUST REALLY LIKE SOFT DARK CHARACTERS OKAY?!

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You asked Lee if you can go to the store later but when he told you that he’ll be doing extra shifts, you told him that you can go on your own. Lee didn’t like the idea of you going out on your own and he decided to give you a speech about the dangers of the outside world.

“Anyone can hurt you!”

“Anyone can just take you. In a blink, you’re gone. Taken away from me. Do you want that? Do you want someone to take you away from me?”

“No.”

“So don’t go out without me. Don’t go out by yourself, got it?” He was so angry and adamant but you really wanted to go out. You needed to go to that store.

So you decide to ignore Lee and go to the fucking story anyway.

Of course, Lee finds out. He’s the sheriff and everyone basically works for him. So it’s not a surprise that someone tattled on you.

He drove straight to the shop, guiding you back in his cruiser, almost as if you’re being arrested but he let you sit on the passenger’s side. He was quiet throughout the ride which was scary because he’s usually mouthy when he’s mad but when he’s quiet…

He’s really really mad.

Your anxiety only got worse when he missed the turn to your house and straight to the station.

He stopped the car before quickly getting out, walking towards your side, and helping you out. Even mad, he still guides you.

You follow him inside, frowning when he grabs your arm before pushing you inside a cell with a strange man. You ignored the man, watching Lee as he closed the gates before getting a chair and placing it just in front of your cell.

“Such a pretty little face…” the strange man says from behind you. Your skin prickles when you feel him getting closer to you and you glance at Lee with tearful and frightened eyes.

“L-Lee what’s ha-happening?” You watch Lee’s jaw clench and unclench before he adjusts himself on the chair.

“I told you not to go out on your own, didn’t I?” He asks, giving you a glare.

“You did.” You confirm.

“But you still went out.” He hisses.

“But I still went out…” You repeat, bowing your head in shame.

“I’m sorry, Lee… I just really wanted to buy—” You try to reach for the paper bag but then Lee grabs it through the gaps of the cell before tossing it aside.

“Doesn’t matter what you needed to buy, darling. You still disobeyed me. I’m not making rules for my own good here, sweetheart. I’m making them for you.” He shakes his head in disappointment, making your heart clench in regret.

“I’m sorry, Lee! I really am!” You cry, not aware of the hungry look that the strange man behind you is giving you.

“I won’t do it again. I promise!” Your hands clamped around the bars, reaching out to Lee. He grabs your hands before giving each a kiss and letting them go.

“Oh, you won’t do it again. I’m pretty sure of that…” He smiles before loosening his belt.

“I learned my lesson, Lee. I won’t do it again. Please let me out…” You whisper, eyes blurred with tears as you begged him. You could see conflict in his eyes as if he’s fighting with himself.

“Oh, you will learn your lesson, sweetheart. I know it’s hard to teach you some manners but this time, I’m pretty sure you’ll learn.” He nods at the man behind you before you feel yourself being dragged back to the stranger’s chest.

“That’s Robert. He’ll help you learn a simple lesson, sweetheart.” Lee smiles before leaning back against his chair.

“Nice to meet ya, pretty face!” The man behind you, Robert, cheers before tearing your clothes apart. You were too shocked to react and you only snapped out of it when you felt his rough hands palming your breasts.

“L-Lee!” Your voice cracks at Lee, desperate and scared.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s scary but you have to learn!” Lee frowns before nodding at Robert once more.

You feel a kiss on your cheek before his hot breath fans your ear.

“This’ll be quick, baby. Just gotta teach ya a lesson like your daddy told you…” You whimper when your hair is yanked backward and a stinging sensation fills your body when Robert forces his cock inside you.

Your screams seemed to turn Robert on because he only went faster and harder, ignoring your sobs and seemingly enjoying the scratches that your nails are giving his arms. He uses your breasts as a handle to keep your body against him while his hips continue to rut into you.

“Ow!” You cry out when you feel his teeth biting into your neck when a loud bang comes from the metal bars.

“Don’t fucking bite her, Pronge!” Lee’s voice was strained and you looked at him, seeing him stroking his cock while his eyes continued to glare at Robert.

“My bad…” Robert chuckles before wiping the skin that he bit and placing a kiss on it.

“Sorry, baby…” He continues to rut into you and you see Lee matching the rhythm that Robert is using to pound into you.

Robert easily manipulates your body so you’re on your knees and he forced your face down against the floor only to be yanked up so a pillow could be placed against your face.

“Gotta keep that pretty face comfortable…” Robert chuckles before patting your cheek and crawling behind you.

“Ready or not…” Robert sings before seething himself inside you with the same rhythm as before only this time, his cock enters deeper, hitting a spot that always made your legs shake.

“Slap her ass,” you hear Lee’s quiet voice and you look back at him who seems to be close with how his hips are jerking against his hand.

Robert smacks your left cheek hard, earning a loud yelp from you. He continued pounding you from behind, groaning and pleasure as your walls started to clench around his throbbing cock.

“You can cum, baby,” Lee’s voice reaches your ear. You didn’t want to cum on Robert’s cock but his hand finds its way to your cunt, fingers playing with your clit, eager to pull a release from you.

He didn’t have to wait long because soon, you were a crying mess while your whole body shakes on the floor as Robert continued to pound into you.

Just when he’s about to cum inside you, he’s pushed out of you by Lee who quickly shoved himself inside of you, thrusting a few times before cumming inside of you, releasing thick and warm coats of his seed.

“Ahh fuck!” Robert exclaims, finishing himself off on your ass.

“You fucking bitch…” Lee growls before wiping Robert’s cum off your ass with a white cloth.

Lee helps you up, wrapping his jacket around you before pulling you close. He tilts your head towards him, a finger on your chin before asking.

“You learned your lesson?”

You only nod at him, eyes tired as they fluttered shut. Lee presses a kiss on your forehead before guiding you up.

“That’s my girl.”

Robert stands up, patting his pants clean before smiling at the sheriff.

“Hey if you wanna help with teaching your girl some manners, you know where to find me,” Robert laughs at the glare that Lee gives him.

“In your fucking dreams”

“Fucking your girl is a dream,” Robert sighs dreamily, looking at your sleeping form against Lee.

“It’s a one time favor, Pronge. Now get the fuck out of here. Our deal is done.” Lee brings you back to his cruiser as Robert follows the both of you.

He stares at your form on the passenger‘s side while Lee closes your door.

“Call me when you need someone dead. I like your method of payment.” Robert snickers.

Lee didn’t like how Robert seems to be infatuated by his girl. Lee couldn’t blame him but you're his. You’re Lee’s and nobody else’s.

“Fuck off, Pronge.”

“Whatever.” Robert steals a glance at you one last time before leaving.

Lee enters the car before driving home. He looks at you before smiling. He knows you only love him. You’re good like that. You just have to be taught some lessons from time to time.

But he’s sure as fuck that he won’t be asking for Robert’s help anymore.

Lee looks at the bag that you were holding earlier and he feels his heart skips a beat when he sees what’s inside.

Candies

“Oh, my baby…” Lee smiles at your sleeping form before pressing a kiss on your nose. He wouldn’t have to worry about Robert.

part two-ish

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 7)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind. you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman-- even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: almost 3k?

warnings: slight breeding kink (but only if you speak romanian aksjghakgjhg), angst, violence (in the form of a fistfight, which the reader isn’t involved in)

Just as you always did, you woke up to sunlight streaming in through the lace curtains, and a cool breeze blowing by. What was peculiar was Sebastian next to you, sleeping peacefully as his chest rose and fell with relaxed breaths. You let yourself watch him for a moment before you decided to try to sneak out for a cup of coffee. Problem was, the bed was sort of creaky and it was very difficult to move without making sound. Your plan was to move as slowly as possible, keeping your weight evenly distributed over the mattress, and it worked rather well— right until the last second, of course, when a loud shift of the boxsprings beneath you made Sebastian stir and blink open his eyes.

You were about to apologize for waking him, but he grinned and slipped his arms around you, bringing you back to where you started and surrounding your body with his warm, muscular form.

“Bună dimineata,” he hummed as he pulled you closer, his voice even deeper and more gravelly than normal.

“Bună dimineata,” you did your best to repeat it back, making him smile even though your pronunciation wasn’t great. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he replied softly, heavily accented and clearly more a recreation of the sounds you’d made than real English, but still intelligible and so painfully adorable as well. “A fost uimitor aseară.”

“Last night…” you began, but you didn’t even know where to begin. What could you possibly say about that? Would it even matter, if he can’t understand it. “God, you’re fucking amazing,” you blurted out with a soft laugh.

“Sa o facem din nou,” he growled as he pulled you closer and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth instantly. A more self-conscious you— as in, you yesterday— would’ve worried about morning breath, but you now couldn’t taste anything but him and couldn’t feel anything but his lips on yours and couldn’t do anything but weave your fingers into his hair.

You moaned when his kisses trailed down your neck, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into his body one more time, but you had other things to attend to.

“I need to get up,” you announced as you tried to escape from his grasp, but he held you tighter and brushed his lips over your shoulder.

“Nu, nu, nu te dice,” he cooed, making you laugh and squirm. “Stai in pat, fă dragoste cu mine toata ziuă.”

“I have to get up, I’ll be right back,” you tried to explain but he stayed ever vigilant as he held you tight and licked over the shell of your ear. Finally you managed to get him to stop, as much as you didn’t really want him to, allowing you to slip out from under the covers and find your robe where it had been discarded on the floor.

He watched you as you crossed the room and popped into the bathroom for your bag, pulling your birth control pack out of it and using a handful of tap water to wash down your morning pill. “Ah,” Sebastian seemed to have a realization from the bed, and you giggled.

“Told you it was important,” you grinned.

“Probabil cel mai bine să nu ai un copil cu un străin,” he nodded, “dar nu sunt sigur că m-ar fi deranjat atât de mult dacă te-aș fi însărcinat.”

Following suit, he stretched briefly before getting out of bed and searching for his discarded jeans and boxers. You made no effort to hide your ogling as you watched his cock swing between his legs. Even soft it was thick enough that you couldn’t figure how it ever fit inside you (the delightful soreness between your legs reminded you that it was no easy feat). He took note of your staring and grinned devilishly, leaning against the wall to give you a better look. “Îți place ce vezi?” he purred.

“Should’ve known this would all go straight to your ego,” you chuckled. “I’m gonna go downstairs for some coffee. Do you want some? Cafea?”

“Da,” he nodded, as he slipped his clothes back on, “mulțumesc.” Funny how his idea of getting dressed still left him half-naked.

Foolishly, you expected him to let you pass, since you were both going to benefit from your trip to the kitchen; but of course he had to slip his arms around you from behind and give you just one more embrace, making you sigh and relax your head back against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head and you hummed happily, letting your eyes open to look up at him before taking a moment to look out the window you happened to be standing right beside.

You were just hoping to appreciate the countryside scenery, meaning that you were rather shocked and confused to see a car pulling up. When it stopped and the driver stepped out, your eyes went wide and your back suddenly straightened itself.

“...Michael?” you gasped. You wrenched yourself out of Sebastian’s grasp and started to run down the stairs. He called after you but you ignored it.

Barreling down the stairs and out the door, you found your husband walking up the driveway.

“Honey,” he frowned when he saw you, “I’ve been trying to find you since you left— what the hell is going on? Why are you wearing a robe?”

“It’s hardly nine in the morning,” you defended before you realized there were much bigger topics at hand: “Michael, what are you doing here?” you asked, after a few seconds of confused stuttering.

“I’m taking you home!” he replied, as if it were obvious.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “don’t play stupid. Do you think I’ve been here against my will, or by accident or something?”

“No, I saw your letter,” he sighed.

“And you saw the part where I said not to look for me, and that all future communication would come through my lawyer?”

“You’re my wife,” he replied coldly, “I think I’m within my rights to talk to you directly.”

“You shouldn’t have come here. I was actually happy before you showed up.”

With perfect timing, Sebastian stepped out the door behind you, looking to you and to Michael, and back. “Ce se întâmplă?” he asked you.

“Who the fuck is this?!” Michael asked accusingly.

“I’m gonna give you a chance to ask me that again, in a way that doesn’t make it seem like you have any place to judge what I might be doing alone with a man,” you hissed. “He’s just the groundskeeper, Mike.”

“Then why is he shirtless?” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know! He… does that a lot!” you exasperatedly shouted back.

“Look, I’m not angry,” Michael sighed. You laughed bitterly.

“Good, cause you have no right to be.”

“But I think it’s fair if I’m worried about you spending months alone with strange men.”

“Oh, strange, is that the problem? Strangeness? Would some more familiarity— perhaps a familial relationship— between you and these men make it easier on you, Mike?”

“Honey, please—”

“Don’t call me that,” you grimaced.

Michael stormed towards you, and you felt Sebastian step closer to you as well, wrapping an arm around you. Having him by your side made this significantly more awkward, but it made you feel safer, too.

“Hey man, get your hands off my wife,” Michael growled, pointing a finger at Seb.

“He doesn’t speak English,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well, I’m not sure you do either— otherwise you would realize that we’re still married, and you need to come home.”

“Just because you won’t sign the papers doesn’t mean we’re still together,” you reminded him sternly as shook your head.

“I’ll end it with your sister, is that what you want?”

You laughed, because you were afraid if you didn’t that you would cry. “Jesus, Michael! Are you hearing yourself? This sounds like a greek tragedy, or fucking EastEnders! Next I’ll be discovering I have an evil twin, and you’ll bang her too!”

He was a lot more offended by that than you expected. “It was never just sex. I love her. But I love you more,” he clarified, suddenly getting serious.

You chuckled weakly, hardly believing what you were hearing. It’s not that he was ever particularly nice, or romantic or anything, but at some point in his life he had been incredibly intelligent… and now he barely made sense at all. “Wow, you sure do know how to make a girl feel special.”

He frowned, clearly losing what little cool he’d had at first. He had always had a bit of a temper. “For better or for worse, we’re still legally married— damn it, we’ve been together for how long now? And you’re ready to throw that all away?”

“No, but you were,” you spat back.

“But I wasn’t, and I’m still not. You’ve gotta hear me out—”

“I don’t have to do anything—”

“No, you’re not listening to me—” he talked over you, again.

“I don’t owe you any more of my time—”

“Damn it, why won’t you just listen!” he growled, grabbing you by the arm suddenly. Instantly, Sebastian stepped forward and pushed him back.

“Sebastian, it’s okay,” you tried to soothe him.

“Hey, could you maybe tell your boytoy to keep his filthy hands off me?” Michael demanded at the same time.

“Mai bine ai grijă,” Sebastian hissed, also at the same time.

“I literally can’t,” you answered Michael. “I told you he doesn’t speak English.”

“Yeah, well, I think some things transcend language,” Michael bit back. “Tell me something, pal,” he addressed Sebastian, “did you fuck my wife?”

“Sper că nu spui ce cred că ești,” Sebastian shook his head, clearly on the end of his rope.

“Mike, leave him alone,” you demanded, but it came out sounding so much weaker than you meant it to.

“Did you,” Michael pointed to Sebastian, going so far as to poke him in the chest condescendingly, “fuck—” he mimed thrusting his hips, and you grimaced— “my wife?”— finally, he pointed to you.

Sebastian certainly understood that; and, in lieu of an answer, he socked Michael right in the jaw and sent him straight to the ground.

“Oh my god!” you yelped, dashing over to where your husband was crumpled into a ball on the gravel and kneeling beside him.

“What the fuck?!” Michael gurgled, holding his face in shock and pain.

“Are you okay?” you asked anxiously, spinning to look at where Sebastian was standing and looking much too proud of himself, shaking out the hand he’d just hit Michael with. “Sebastian!” you scolded, making him give you a defensive look.

“Ce?” he shrugged flippantly, though he clearly felt a little guilty when it became obvious that you were irritated with him.

And that was how you ended up here, standing in the living room and tapping your foot quickly, staring at the couch where Michael sat with a bag of ice held to his jaw, Sebastian beside him (though as far away as possible) resting with another on his hand.

“You had no business coming here,” you informed your husband coldly.

“You wouldn’t know about this place if it weren’t for me,” he reminded you. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”

“I thought you wouldn’t care,” you corrected.

His silence was stern, and he gave you one of those looks that used to scare you but now just made loathing and pity sink down in your chest. It was ambiguous if he was too angry to reply or if he really had no defense. After all, what reason did you have to believe that he would care about your leaving?

"If you're here to make me rescind the divorce order, it's not going to happen. I'm not leaving with you. I'm not forgiving you. Please just go," you sighed.

"That's not why I came. None of that is why I'm here," he mumbled. "I came here…" he straightened up slightly, raising his voice confidently. "I came here to tell you that I love you. I need you. And I want you back."

Now that he was looking right back at you, suddenly you couldn't take it anymore and turned your gaze away again.

"Whatever you need me to do to fix this, I'll do it. We'll get through this. Isn't that what marriage is? Fighting for each other, struggling together?" He stood up and approached you, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders; you almost flinched when you felt his touch, but resisted the urge, glancing up at his face before looking over at Sebastian whose injured hand was twitching as he looked away with a tight jaw. "Tell me how to make this right, please."

You tried not to look as Sebastian as you processed Michael's request; similarly, it seemed he was trying not to look at you. But even if you ignored this new, peculiar romance in your life, your marriage was still broken beyond repair and you couldn't imagine anything that could change that. "I'm sorry," you finally whispered, watching Michael's face fall, "I don't think there's anything you can do."

He released you from his grip, less angry than you expected; more somber. "I want to stay and work this out," he explained. "Better yet, I want you to come back to London— come back home— so we can be together and discuss everything there. But I'm only going to ask you one more time before I leave: stay with me. You don't need to forgive me, or even love me again, at least not yet… just give me a chance to try to earn everything I took for granted."

You'd imagined this moment so many times: cursing him out, making him grovel, kicking him to the curb. To be completely honest, you'd even imagined potentially taking him back. But now that you were here and it was, somehow, real, your desire for vengeance was fading along with your desire for reconciliation.

"I have something I need to give you," you whispered, walking upstairs and going back into your room, getting on your hands and knees to search the floor. Finally, discarded in a dusty corner with slightly uneven floorboards, you found the ring you'd tossed aside the night before. Fighting back against the tears welling in your eyes, you picked it up and came downstairs, holding it outward for Michael to take.

"I'm not taking that back," he refused, shaking his head. "You keep it for a while longer, until you're sure this is really what you want."

"I'm sure. I'm moving on. Take it back," you demanded. He sighed but reached out and plucked it from between your fingers, pocketing it though still wearing his own golden band. "Besides, my sister might want it."

He scoffed, turning as he began to walk away. "You're cold."

"Frozen solid," you agreed. "Goodbye, Michael… drive safe."

He shook his head and made a sharp exhale as he walked away, nearly slamming the door behind him. You stared off into space as Sebastian silently watched you; you didn’t want him to see you cry, but it was starting to seem unavoidable as your lip quivered and your eyes grew wide with tears.

“Shhh,” he soothed gently, standing up and stepping forward to pull you into his arms. “Nu plânge, e în regulă.”

"God, I'm so stupid," you whispered between sobs muffled against his chest. "I'm so fucking stupid…"

He whispered to you and kissed the top of your head, repeating one thing over and over that you couldn't make out well against the sound of your own crying filling your ears.

But even without knowing what he was saying or what it meant, it made you feel better.

As evening approached, you realized a new predicament had arisen: would Sebastian stay in your room again? Would you go to his? Or would you sleep separately, maybe even drift back to just being essentially housemates after a unique one-night stand?

Your questions were answered suddenly when Sebastian suddenly came to the couch and scooped you up into his arms, making you squeal a little before you relaxed and let him carry you to his room. He all but threw you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you deeply as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck.

Already you felt more comfortable with him than you sometimes felt with people you'd known most of your life; you didn't feel self-conscious when he ran his hands over your body, you didn't try to suppress your moans when he kissed your neck for fear of sounding ridiculous— and maybe that was just because it was such a fantastical situation, so unlike yourself and so far from home, that it was easy to feel like a different person with him.

Or maybe it was that you'd spent so long trying to be somebody that people liked, and now you were being yourself for the first time in decades.

You couldn't really be sure. And since your brain short-circuited every time Sebastian whispered something in your ear that just sounded filthy regardless of what it actually meant, you didn't have the time to think about it.

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan au #sebastian stan fanfic

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viking-raider · 4 years

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Nothing to Stand On - One Shot

Summary: You get hurt on the job and it causes almost life changes damage.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 2,744

Rating: G - Language, Angst and Fluff

Inspiration: Something that’s been on my Muse’s brain after watching Justice League a couple of times.

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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“I'll be fine, babe.” You smiled at Henry as you both stood backstage at the X Game you were doing with your Motocross team. “I've done hundreds of these shows, Henry.” You tried to reassure him, rubbing your hand up and down his thick arm.

“I know, I just worry.” Henry replied, frowning down at you.

You were an athlete first and foremost, freestyle motocross had always been your dream job and it took you nearly a decade to obtain the success and fame you wanted to achieve within it. You hopped around the world working any job you could do within the ring, no matter how small and obscure. But, you also understood Henry's concern for you, it was a dangerous job. You and Henry had met while you were recovering from a torn ACL two years before, after a failed back-flip. But, you knew the consequences of your profession, so did Henry, and until you couldn't do it anymore, you were going to keep doing it.

Nothing could prevent you from it.

“I know you do, Puppy.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “But, I'll be fine.” You tried to comfort him. “Why don't you go up to the box, and I'll see you after the show.” You told him, seeing he wasn't going to be comforted until you were safe on the ground with him again.

“All right.” He grunted, cupping your face in his hands and kissed you, deep and long, like he expected it to be the last time he ever kissed you again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Henry.” You smiled, kissing him one more time before letting him go.

Henry made his way up to the private viewing box the arena had to watch you. He grabbed a drink from the bar in the box and stood by the windows facing into the arena, checking out the multiple dirt ramps and the already screaming fans. His gulps of Guinness turned to painful acid in his stomach as the minutes ticked by before the show started. The rumble of engines hummed above the roar of the fans in their seats and a line of bikes shot out of the entrance tunnel, you at the front of the pack. He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline and pride he always got watching you come out, all suited up and on your dirt bike, always accompanied with the icy cold knot of worry and fear in his stomach.

He pulled out of his thoughts seeing you raise your hand, saluting him. He forced a smile and returned the salute, you had given Henry the salute at the very first X Game he ever accompanied you too. It was a gesture that said; I see you and I love you.

After you and your team did some showboating for the crowd, the show got down to business. As a tease to Henry, the first trick you did after hitting one of the ramps was the Superman, holding onto the handle bars of your bike and kicking the rest of your body out, hovering parallel with the seat and bike, before righting yourself and landing. It achieved what you were going for, making Henry laugh and shake his head, blushing like wild.

Th more tricks you did and smoothly landed, the more Henry relaxed, assured you would be fine. It was getting towards the end of the show and Henry abandon his neglected Guinness. He was about to turn and start down to the locker room to meet up with you and tell you how great you did, when he noticed you and one of the other riders in your team decided to give the crowd an encore trick to close out the night. His head tilted as he watched the two of you take to two different ramps that crossed each other, he'd never seen this before. You and the rider hyped up the crowd for a minute or so before taking off up the ramps, planning to leapfrog each other, like you had done a thousand times before.

“Oh god.” Henry let out in a breathy whisper, his stomach falling out of his body.

The rider that should have been below you, over shot the ramp and the two of you ended up colliding together, mid-air. You let go of your bike, arms oscillating as you kicked the machine away from you. It was a long fall that made time slow, while the ground rushed up towards you. You relaxed your body, preparing yourself for the impact you were about to make. Your legs buckled beneath you, sending you spinning several feet before slamming back down on your side, head and helmet hitting the ground, leaving you to limply roll and slide the rest of the way down the ramp, knocked out.

Henry's eyes were huge was absolute horror, tears threatening to fall as he shook with fear. Personnel and medical teams rushed out to you and the other rider, carefully pulling off your helmet and assessing your injuries. A few minutes later, you opened your eyes with a groan, every square inch of your body throbbing and screaming. You listened to the medical crew, squeezing their hands and moving your feet, telling them what day it was, your name and every other question they gave you to check out your condition, before they let you sit up. Your first motion after sitting up was looking up at the private box and giving Henry the salute.

I'm all right.

But, it didn't ease Henry's panic.

After a few more things, the medical crew cleared you, helping you up onto your feet and supporting you to the back, shaky from the ordeal.

“Y/n!” Henry's yell echoed down the concrete as he rushed down the hall towards your room.

“Right here, Henry.” You called back with a groan, pressing an arm to your angry ribs. “Out.” You snapped at everyone else in the room.

“Oh god, y/n.” Henry panted, panic attack in full swing and cupping your dirty face.

“I'm all right, Puppy.” You told him, gently, resting a hand on his chest. “Just banged up, that's all. There's nothing broken or torn.”

“You're sure?” He fussed, looking you over.

“Positive, Hen.” You smiled at him, always amused by his mother hen tendency.

“I should take you to the hospital.” He fretted, lifting your jersey and seeing the ugly bruising on your side.

“They cleared me, Henry. I don't need to go to the hospital.”

“What if they're wrong?” He babbled, frightened blue eyes holding yours.

You rested your hands on his face and pressed your foreheads together. “Breathe, Henry.” You whispered, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “I'm fine, just bruises and stiffness. Nothing more, I promise.” You cooed at him, as he took deep breaths in and out.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, very gingerly wrapping his arms around you, standing between your open legs. “Can I take you back to the hotel now?” He asked, palms gliding up and down your back.

“Yes, please.” You smirked, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his neck.

Henry kissed your forehead and helped you slip off the exam table and limp out to the rental car Henry had, taking you back to the hotel room you had reserved. You limped through the lobby and onto the elevator, Henry scooped you up and carried you down the rest of the way to the room. Pushing open the door, Henry detoured into the bathroom, resting you on the counter and plugged the drain to the tub, twisting on the hot tap with a splash of the cold, then turned back to you. He pulled off your boots, socks and jersey, followed by your pants and panties, before he eased you into the full tub of hot water, making you moan at the majestic feel of it on your ravaged body. Henry gently washed away the dirt and grime from your banged up body, and massaged shampoo into your hair, easing the tension migraine you had going.

“Thanks, babe.” You yawned as you rested back against the pillows Henry had piled up against your back in bed.

“You're welcome, sweetie. You just rest.” He replied, tucking you in and kissing your temple. “Do you want one of the painkillers they gave you?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, feeling the stiffness your bath had eased away seep back into your muscles.

“Okay.”

Henry grabbed the bottle out of his jacket pocket, took out one of the oval tablets and a bottle of water, out of the room's mini fridge, cracking it open and handing it and the pill to you. Tossing back the pill, you downed half of the water and let Henry set it on your nightstand. Turning out the lights, Henry crawled into bed with you, smiling as you laid your head on his shoulder and watched some tv with him, dozing off as the painkiller took effect.

You woke a few hours later, Henry sound asleep beside you, Kal wedged between your bodies at the foot of the bed, and your bladder begging to be emptied. Groaning softly, you pulled back the blankets and stiffly sat up on the edge of the bed, then frowned. Shaking your head, you pushed up with your hands, but couldn't stand. A nauseating and tight chill ran up your throat from your stomach, realizing you couldn't stand up, you could barely wiggle your toes.

“Oh god.” You started to breath heavily. “Oh my god.” You gasped, starting to panic and freak out.

Kal lifted his head, sensing your fear and let out of low woof, hopping out of bed and going around to you, touching his cold snout to the bare skin of your knee, that you barely felt, which did nothing for your mounting fear.

“Henry.” You whimpered, his name dying out to a pitiful squeak. “Henry.” You huffed out louder.

“Hm.” He hummed back, stirring a little bit.

“Henry!” You called out louder, tears dripping down your cheeks.

Henry took a deep breath, frowning as he woke up, shaking his head. “What's wrong, y/n?” He asked, eyes half open as he battled to stay away. “What is it?” He mumbled.

“I-” You gulped down the thick knot in your throat. “I can't...get up.” You told him, desperately trying to quell your fright.

His eyes popped open at your words, brain going on high and panicked alert. “What?” He snapped, startled.

“I can't stand up.” You repeated, slower.

“Holy fuck.” He gasped, sitting up and looking at you, seeing the pure horror in your red and wet eyes. “You're sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure.” You snapped back, scared. “I've been trying to for the last five minutes, and I'm still sitting here. I can't really feel them either.” You told him, panic gripping you firmly as you looked down at your feet.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Henry panicked, ripping out of bed and throwing clothes on. “It's okay.” He tried to assure you, watching you shake.

“How is this okay?” You mewled, looking up at him. “I can't fucking walk.”

“It'll be fine.” Henry repeated, slipping a pair of socks on your feet and your jacket on, before picking you up in his arms. “I told you, we should have gone to the hospital.” He said, on the elevator ride to the lobby.

“Not the time for 'I told you so', Henry.” You replied, eye twitching at him.

Henry got you into the car and rushed you to the nearest hospital. “Yes, hi.” He rushed, standing at the admittance desk in the ER. “My girlfriend was in an accident, for her job, and now she can't walk.” He explained to the nurse as she asked for the nature of the visit.

“When did this happen?”

“The accident..” Henry looked at his watch. “Four hours ago. She was fine just after the ordeal, but she woke up about forty minutes ago, unable too.”

“All right.”

The nurse got the rest of your information, secured a hospital bracelet around your wrist and wheeled you into an ER bay. Another nurse came into your room, taking your vitals and put in an IV port, putting you on fluids and painkillers. Henry paced up and down the side of your bed, too worried and antsy to sit or stand. After several minutes, a technician came in and took you for an X-Ray and MRI, before taking you back to your room.

After a terrifying hour, the ER doctor assigned to you, entered your room with his clipboard. “Ms. y/l/n?”

“Yes?” You nodded, gripping Henry's hand.

“Can you tell me what you were doing, when you sustained your injury?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.

“I'm an athlete.” You replied, licking your lips. “Freestyle motocross. A fellow team mate and I botched a trick we were doing for a show last night and I fell.” You explained to him.

He nodded his head at you, staring at your chart. “Well, after reviewing your tests, it seems you have lumbar pressure from your fall.” He told you, matter-of-factually. “So, you have spinal cord swelling in your lower back, as a result of your fall. It didn't become so dangerous until much later, which is why you suddenly lost the ability to walk and use your legs.” He explained.

“Can you reduce the swelling, so she can walk again?” Henry asked, mouth hanging open as he stared wide eyed at the doctor.

“Thankfully, yes. The warm bath you took beforehand really helped reduce the risks. If you hadn't and waited as long as you did, we might not have been able to reduce the swelling soon enough, before real lasting damage was done.” the Doctor nodded at him and gave you a reassuring smile.

“But, you'll have to stay in the hospital for a little while, while we give you anti-inflammatory medication and some antibiotics, in case you develop an infection, as a result of the swelling.” He added.

“I'll do whatever I need too.” You told him, nodding your head.

“Great.” He smiled at you. “We'll start your treatment right away and work on getting you a private room.”

“Thank you.” Henry sighed with relief, rubbing his face and carding his fingers through his wild curls.

“Seems you saved me, Hen.” You smiled up at him.

“Yeah.” He grinned and blushed. “I just wanted to help you relax and ease some of your pain with that bath.” He babbled, shyly.

“And you did, then some.” You told him, squeezing his hand. “My Superman.” You giggled at him.

A nurse hooked up your first round of anti-inflammatory medication to your IV, along with the antibiotics. You were moved to a private room a few hours later, Henry insisting that he would stay with you, for however long it took for you to get better; which luckily was only two days. But, you still had lingering weakness in your legs from the ordeal, so your primary doctor set you up with some physical therapy.

“Come on, you can do it.” Henry smirked, his hands hovering inches from your wobbling hips as you stood on the balance disk. “Twenty seconds.” He told you, glancing at the clock on the living room wall.

“Fuck, this hurts.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and teetering.

“No pain, no gain.” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist. “That's twenty.” He huffed, kissing the top of your head. “You're lasting a lot longer now.” He praised you, as you gingerly stepped off the disc.

“That's something, at least.” You panted, licking your lips, feeling the muscles in your back and legs throb.

“You'll be back on your bike in no time.” He smiled, though you could see the apprehension in his blue eyes, fearful about you going back to work and getting hurt again.

“Yeah, but for now, I think I'll just take it easy and stay home with you and Kal.” You told him with a sweet smile. “That's enough of an adrenaline rush and adventure for me.”

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When I Fell Overboard [Chapter Eight: Never Been The Type To Trust]

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Synopsis: Sebastian struggles with his relationship with Maru as she strives to get close to him. Meanwhile, he and Elliott get closer and closer.

Trigger warnings: Panic attacks, fighting, snapping, potentially unsympathetic Robin, crying, food mention, let me know if I missed anything please

Fall came around full force. Nearly overnight, the leaves turned red and orange and yellow, crisp breeze carrying them across the cobble walkways. Pierre and Caroline had Abigail help them hang a huge sign above their entranceway advertising their ‘one of a kind’ and ‘Joja-free’ pumpkin seeds. Gus brought out a new menu, similarly pumpkin themed, but Sebastian couldn’t say he hated the spiced pumpkin mead.

He and Elliott spent most days together. Any time he had to pull himself away, either to get some alone time or catch up with Abigail and Sam, they stood behind Elliott’s closed door with their arms wrapped around each other, Sebastian safely cradled against Elliott as they promised to meet again soon.

Sebastian was falling hard. Every time he saw Elliott, he couldn’t help but smile. Elliott would do something small, like whisper an “aha!” when he figured out how to fix a plot hole, or accidentally burnt himself with his raspberry tea, or made too many crab cakes and had to share, and all Sebastian could think was, “I love you.”

It was becoming a little bit of a problem. Elliott showed no signs of feeling the same way, gave Sebastian no hints, nothing to work off of. He eventually broke and spent a good twenty minutes venting to Sam and Abigail, who stared at each other, and then him, and then each other, then Sam sighed and left the room.

“What’s his problem?” Sebastian asked, face hot.

“You. You’re an idiot.” Abigail grabbed her drumsticks. “Come on, if we start he’ll come back in.”

Abigail was spending a suspicious amount of time with Maru. Occasionally Abigail would come over while Sebastian was working and stay shut inside Maru’s room until he finished, sometimes for hours. There was an awful lot of laughing, though Sebastian couldn’t understand why.

He eventually accepted that if she and Abigail were going to be friends, Maru and Sebastian had to be a little more than civil. Not quite friends themselves, but close. So when Maru reached out, he forced himself to stop snapping back. He still didn’t like that she was so insistent on them having a good relationship, didn’t understand why she didn’t already have enough—you’re stealing my best friend and you want me, too?—but he had to let it go. He couldn’t lose Abigail. He’d die.

“Is it cool if I invite Maru with us to the saloon tonight?” Abigail asked during band practice one day.

“Sure,” Sebastian mumbled. “Oh, and Elliott gave the okay for next week.” Sebastian asked if the three of them could use his cabin to rehearse one day so they could see how their songs would sound how they were meant to, on the piano.

“Awesome.” Sam plugged his guitar into the amp with a wicked grin. “I am ready to give my mom a headache.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

After practice, they headed out to the saloon, an order of pizza and a round of beers already waiting for them. Sam gave Shane a cheerful wave and a smile, who returned it with a grunt.

Abigail hopped onto Journey of the Prairie King, cussing the arcade machine out while Sebastian killed Sam in pool. Elliott showed up to drink his share of the beer and wrap his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders from behind. Sebastian blushed under everyone’s stares, but couldn’t bring himself to push Elliott away. It always made Sebastian so happy when Elliott touched him, a feeling of me, he’s choosing me. He could have anyone else right now and he’s choosing me.

It was hard to push aside the dread piercing Sebastian’s stomach when Maru came through the saloon doors. He focused on the game, not meaning to ignore her but trying to act casual and, well, taking it too far.

“Hey, Sebastian.” Maru smiled.

He glanced up. “Hey.”

They stared for a moment, then Maru stepped aside to join Abigail at the machine.

“So how are things going with you?” Elliott asked, giving him space to shoot.

Sebastian bent over the table slightly with his pool cue. His tongue poked between his lips as he analyzed the set up, then moved and shot, hitting three of his balls into the holes and knocking aside two of Sam’s.

“Damnit!” Sam side. “Fuck, Seb.”

Sebastian grinned. Then he remembered Elliott’s question and it faded. “Right. Um… fine, I guess? I mean, she’s here, right?”

Elliott nodded slowly. “Right… is she still asking for your help with the robot?”

“Yeah. Every other day, pretty much.”

“Why don’t you help her?” He rested a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder.

“She doesn’t need my help,” Sebastian muttered.

“I think she does,” Elliott said gently.

Sebastian shook his head and leaned against the pool table while Sam considered his move with a snail’s pace.

“What does it matter?” Sebastian asked in frustration. “I thought you were staying out of it, remember?”

Elliott smiled nervously. “Right.”

They played a little while longer, until Sebastian won and they were all tipsy. They stumbled out the saloon doors, milling around for a second while they figured out who was going with who.

“Did you still want to see those videos of the Stardew caves?” Abigail asked, shyer than usual.

Maru nodded with a smile. “I have a good computer. Wanna spend the night?”

She nodded. “Sebastian, you coming?”

“Uh…” He glanced to Elliott, tipsy enough to allow the hope to show plainly on his face.

Elliott laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist. “You can spend the night with me. You know I never mind.”

“Well, I’m going to my own house,” Sam said, holding his hands up. “Have fun.”

Maru, Abigail, and Elliott laughed, and they all split ways. Sebastian slipped his hand into Elliott’s when they were out of sight.

Elliott smiled at him. “Want me to read to you when we get home, my dear?”

Home.

Home home home.

Sebastian nodded. “Yeah.”

Then Sebastian saw it. He looked up and Elliott was smiling softly, his brows relaxed, eyes sparkling. He was… happy to see Sebastian.

Elliott chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing,” Sebastian murmured. “Just…” He bit his lip. How could he say this? He forced the words out, “just… happy to… to be… you know, to be with- with you.”

Elliott brightened. “That is so sweet! Sebastian!” He squeezed his hand as they stepped onto the beach, kicking sand as they went. “Before we head inside, do you want to go on a walk?”

With the alcohol buzzing pleasantly in his head and the moon hanging above them, there was absolutely nothing Sebastian would rather do. He nodded.

They strolled along the sand, headed towards the tidepools on the other side of the beach. When they arrived, Elliott broke off, and Sebastian missed holding his hand but it was worth it to watch him run around the tidepools, picking up shells and holding them to the starlight. He came over to Sebastian with a small, smooth black and purple shell and held it out to him.

“Reminds me of you,” he said sheepishly, and that was it, Sebastian was in love.

He cradled it in his hands, staring up at Elliott with the widest grin.

Kiss him.

Sebastian’s grin weakened. He couldn’t do that. He could never do that. What if he read everything wrong, and Elliott didn’t like him at all? Sebastian wouldn’t survive the embarrassment—or the guilt, if Elliott didn’t feel the same but kissed him anyway to spare Sebastian’s heart.

“I had a really good time with you tonight,” Elliott said softly. He stepped closer and fit his hand into Sebastian’s. He cupped Sebastian’s face. “I always have a good time with you.”

Sebastian couldn’t speak, just smiled up at him, eyes damn near close to watering.

“I was worried, with Maru being there. You guys always have so much- so much friction, and I know it upsets you. I don’t want anything to upset you. Maru is truly trying though, and it means a lot that—”

He stopped. His face flushed, eyes widening.

“I mean…”

Sebastian frowned. “What are you talking about? What does that mean?”

“No, nothing.” He brushed Sebastian’s hair back. “It was nothing.”

Sebastian took a step back. His hands trembled. “Have you been talking to Maru?”

He hesitated. “Sebastian…”

“Have you been talking to Maru?” He asked harder. “You promised you wouldn’t meddle in my relationships.”

“I- I know. And I’m sorry. But after we started getting close, she came to me, and she was so upset, Bastian-”

Sebastian shook his head, eyes squeezed closed. The shell fell to the sand. “You promised me. Why would you… I can’t believe you’d…”

“Please don’t be upset,” he begged. He stepped closer, and Sebastian stumbled back. “I just want you to be happy.”

“That’s none of your business!” Sebastian exploded. “I told you not to get involved, it’s none of your business whether Maru and I get along or not! I can’t believe you’d- you’d-”

Fuck, now his eyes were watering. Shit. He shook his head and turned, stumbling over the tidepools.

“Sebastian! Wait!”

“Just leave me alone, Elliott!”

He stormed away.

He was grateful it was so cold, because his body was hot, sweat pin-pricking his brow. He slammed the door open to his house and stormed towards Maru’s room. He banged on the door until she answered.

“Sebastian?” Her anger faded. “What is it?”

“I can’t believe you’d talk to Elliott behind my back,” he snapped. “You’re really so desperate to have a relationship with me that you’d trick me into it?”

“Seb?” Abigail peeked over Maru’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t even get the words out anymore. Part of him knew he was overreacting, knew he’d regret this, but his stomach boiled and his chest was tight and he was so, so angry, so upset that Elliott and Maru would…

He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Sebastian, you need to breathe,” Abigail said firmly.

Her cold hands cupped his face. He blinked his teary eyes open.

“Whatever you’re mad about, it’s okay,” she soothed. “You can figure it out.”

He turned and hurried away. He barely managed to get his bedroom door shut and locked before he sank to the ground, hands trembling and body numb.

He’d never been the type to trust people. In all honesty, he probably doomed his and Demetrius’ relationship from the start. Maybe he doomed his and Elliott’s, as well.

All he knew is he didn’t trust Elliott anymore, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

#stardew valley #sdv #sebastian sdv #elliott sdv #elliott/sebastian #when i fell overboard

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ooie! platonic 21 Halloween headcanons with Sebs and Under?

I AM SO HAPPY THAT OPENED HIS ASKBOX😀😀😀

Riiiiight so I completely missed the holiday (so sorry) hope you enjoy anyway!! Aww thank you❤️

21] Tell scary stories

Masterlist

Undertaker

Okay so Undertaker tells the best scary stories

They all kind of take place in the Victorian era going into the early 1900s (Industrial Revolution and such)

You’ve gone over to see him on Halloween, either preferring his company over others or just not having anyone else nearby to celebrate with

He’s in the front room of the parlour when you get there, the same one he’s lived in since the 1800s

You insist that a good half of the cobwebs in the place are from the same time, clearly incredibly old and so thick with dust in places that you couldn’t see through them

The grime covering the single window also concerned you, though the candles and oil lamp (all for the aesthetic, my dear) always provided a welcoming glow

The two of you were sitting on top of a coffin in the front room (mainly in case any more trick or treaters came by) with the oil lamp between you casting strange shadows over your companion’s face

Undertaker trusted you, quite a lot in fact so he had his bangs pushed back and those intense chartreuse eyes showing

This made his stories seem more scary, more real, which he knew full well

He would be lying if he didn’t admit that he enjoyed seeing you scared of something as small as his stories, finding something so uniquely human in the fear you tried to hide

It encouraged him to think of other tales to tell you, because god if he didn’t want to bring that emotion further out, to probe it just a bit more and see what you did in response

He told one about a graveyard he’d been tending to one night in the 1870s, just doing a round and making sure everything was in order - mainly checking for graverobbers

He explained to you that some graves in those days were fitted with bells - those who could afford them, that was - in case it turned out that the person buried was, in fact, still living

But as the reaper was walking, rain coming down in torrents and his hair plastered down to his head with a shovel held over his shoulder, he heard a bell ring

He glanced sharply in the direction of it, not having sensed any living humans in the area since early in the evening

He strolled over with a casual look on his face, one belying remarkable interest

The bell rang again, more incessantly this time, until it just kept ringing constantly, not letting up once

Undertaker took the final few steps to the headstone

As soon as his boot touched the ground next to it, the bell stopped dead

The mortician paused in his regaling of his tale, eyes narrowed and glowing with interest as your pale, wide-eyed face stared back at him intently

Your hands were clasped together in front of you and he could practically see the chill crawling down your spine

It was raining at this point, coming down in hard sheets that pounded against the window

You were leaning forward in anticipation, begging him to go on as you couldn’t stand the suspense a second longer

As the bell stopped, the reaper took a quick glance at the grave: Nicholas Chambers, beloved father, uncle, brother and husband

“Help me, pl-please!” A mournful voice wailed, disused and rasping as a result

A series of coughs followed and a dull thud against a rotting wooden prison

“I need help, I’m trapped down here,” the voice started again, though Undertaker simply narrowed his eyes and scoffed

“Don’t think I’m gonna let you up right now, lad,” he called down, receiving a long wail in return, followed by a cried out ‘why not?!’

“’Cause, Mister Chambers, you were left six feet under in 1698!”

He began sauntering away again, ignoring the pounded that started against the lid of the decaying coffin, the angry yelling that rang through the sodden graveyard

“Rest in peace indeed,” Undertaker muttered, “think we’ll let you stay put a while longer.”

The horrified look on your face when the story ended was enough to send the reaper into a raucous fit of laughter, making you jump so badly that you flung an arm out at random, knocking over the oil lamp and shrieking as it shattered against the stone floor

The room was plunged into darkness and you were temporarily blind with the sudden change in light

You reached around with your hands in terror, trying to find the mortician

You heard a light giggle to your side then felt his arms around you a moment later

You clutched onto him immediately, fingertips trembling

“Daft thing,” he murmured “didn’t scare you that badly, did I?”

Your lack of answer was enough to confirm to him that he had

Sebastian

Right

Sebastian is another one who tells absolutely brilliant scary stories

There was quite literally no one else you could see yourself spending Halloween with apart from him

I mean he is actually a demon, that has to count for something in terms of the quality of this holiday

You found that his apartment was tastefully decorated when you made it over there in the early evening

Well placed cobwebs hung in the corners and from the ceiling with dark candelabras positioned on various tables and shelves, black candles already burned enough to leave trails of wax down their sides

His adjustable lights were dimmed down and giving the whole place a warm, orange glow, one which was enhanced by the flames from the candles and the fire burning in the hearth

His curtains were drawn and the room was a comfortable temperature, a nice contrast to the freezing weather outside

He welcomed you in with a gentle hug, presenting you with a cup of tea moments later and elegantly taking the winter coat from your shoulders

He whisked it away to hang somewhere neatly, then you both went and sat down on the sofa together

It wasn’t like you came to the decision of ‘let’s tell spooky stories’, it just sort of ended up happening

Sebastian’s apartment was quite a long way up, meaning you could hear the wind howling loudly around the corners and battering the windows, adding a certain creepiness to the evening

The demon no doubt sensed that emotion on you and decided to use it to his advantage

He went so smoothly into his anecdote that you hardly even realised he’d done it, but your heart rate was picking up before you knew it

His story started on a barren Yorkshire moorland, with a young woman driving home from work late at night

It was the middle of winter and even with the heating on, she could feel the cold seeping in through every available join in the bodywork of the car

There were no other vehicles on the road, no pedestrians, no signs of life

As she drove on, a light mist started to roll in off the moor, soon coating the road and leaving her barely able to see a few metres in front of her

She simply slowed down and carried on, more than used to these sudden changes in weather

It was when she rounded a corner however, that she was forced to slam on her brakes

An old women was stood partially out in the road, hunched over and clutching a small bag to her stomach

She was dressed in black with a hood pulled low over her head, waving the car down

The young woman stopped, opened the window and asked if she needed a lift

In a few minutes they were off once again, the woman still with her hood covering her face

The driver seemed simply to realise something was off - a sixth sense, maybe - and took several discreet glances at her companion

It was only on the third or fourth that she realised; the ‘old woman’ had the hands of a young man

She continued driving on like before, waiting until the back window inevitably fogged up before apologising to her passenger, asking if she would be so kind as to get out and clear it so they could continue doing so

The old woman nodded, slowly getting out and making her way around to the back of the car

Only when she was well away from the door did the driver floor the car, flinching as the passenger door slammed shut at the sudden acceleration and glancing in the rear view to ensure the passenger was still standing in the road

She didn’t dare look back again when the man raised his hands to the hood of the cloak, terrified of what she might see

She sped on after that, a white knuckle grip on the wheel and mouth parched, though she would stop for nothing

She finally arrived home about half an hour later, breathing a sigh of relief when she pulled into her drive

Her back stiffened however when she saw that her passenger’s bag was still sitting on the seat next to her

Hesitantly, she picked it up and tipped the contents on the seat, only to leap backwards against the car door and gasp

The gleaming, sharpened steel of a meat cleaver reflected back at her and she was chilled to the bones as thoughts of what would have happened to her had she of thought any slower consumed her mind

Sebastian’s eyes were positively glowing when he finished, hearing your heart race and seeing the way your hands were trembling, even as you hid them in your lap

“Whatever is the matter, Y/N?” The demon asked with a smirk, “surely you aren’t that scared of a simple fable?”

He leaned forwards to pull you into a hug when you didn’t answer, shaking his head at how every muscle in your body was tensed and the way you held onto him immediately

This was another thing about humans that fascinated him; telling scary stories was one of the oldest traditions of All Hallow’s Eve that was still around, yet people scared themselves so much that they no longer looked upon it as a bit of fun, in some cases, at least

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Flowers burst into the concrete

Summary: Sometimes you have to fall to get back up stronger than ever before...

Request: Would write for Chris Evans having sex with reader and her moaning I love you as she cums and him freaking out. Later he acts cold towards her but realizing he loves her as well as she tries to move on with someone?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, OFC Jack x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited love?, arguments, sad Chris, fluff, adorable Dodger, torn reader

A/N: Here’s finally the requested sequel to: Love Confessions

“Please, baby girl. I know that my behavior is inexcusable but the weeks without you let me see how much I miss you. Y/N, please let me and Dodger in. He’s missing you too.” Chris pleads while you fight with your emotions.

Your head tells you to send Chris straight to hell, but your heart at least wants to hear him out. On top of all, you missed Dodger too. The poor guy is whining outside your door and you sigh deeply as he seems to call your name.

When you open the door again, only a crack to let Dodger, in you glare at Chris who tries to press his hands against your door.

“You’ve got ten minutes, Chris. That’s more than you deserve. More than you were willing to give me that night.”

“I…”, choking on his words Chris nods when you open the door wide, walking with it to let Chris into your new home. “Thank you, baby.”

“Let’s make one thing clear, I am not your baby, baby girl, or shit. Whatever I believed we had, is over.” Pointing toward your couch you give Chris a cold glare. “You wanted to talk, talk. I have other things going on in my life than hearing meaningless lies leave your lips.

Sitting on a bean bag you smile when Dodger rests his head onto your lap. He’s purring low when you stroke his head. “He missed you. I swear Dodger didn’t listen to me for weeks after you left.”

“He’s a dog, he’ll get over me. As soon as one of the other girls you banged, while we were together, comes to your home on a regular base he’ll forget about me, just like you.” Huffing you roll your eyes. “Sorry, I mean, while we were not together.”

“Y/N, please give me a chance to explain my side of the story. Yes, I acted like an idiot after you confessed your love to me that night. I believed we have a good arrangement. We had fun, great sex and we liked each other. After you told me about your love for me I believed you want…”

“I wanted what, Chris? Money? Fame? Attention?” Chortling you look at Dodger.

“Can you believe this, Dodge? Nowadays you can’t tell someone you love him without making the guy freak out as he believes you want his money. I am not a goddamn sugar babe, Chris. Did I ever ask you for anything?”

“No.” Mumbling his answer Chris watches you gently rubbing Dodgers back. His dog whines with every stroke of your hand and for the first time, Chris wishes he could change roles with his dog. “I am sorry for assuming you want more than my love.”

“Great conversation. Can you leave me alone now? I think we clarified you acted like an idiot. I shouldn’t have told you about my feelings and that your dog is more loyal than you could ever be.” Your voice and posture show self-confidence. There is a fire in your eyes now and Chris likes it – a lot.

“You grew stronger. I never saw you that confident and headstrong before.” Chris’s blue eyes search your face as you concentrate on ruffling Dodger’s fur.

“Even the smallest flower can burst into the concrete if it wants to. I did the same after you kicked me out of your life. It took me a while, to be honest.

I mourned, cried, threw things around until I realized that no man is worth my tears. Not even Chris Evans, Captain America himself, deserves to walk all over me.”

Now you get up, a cold smile on your lips. “You don’t want me? Don’t want my love or body?” Huffing you grab the rose Chris placed onto the table to toss it into his face.

“Fine! Out there are dozens of men liking me the way I am. You are not the sun to me, Evans. Not anymore. I do not bend myself to your will for you to break me again.”

“Y/N, baby girl. I…I am an idiot, okay. I was so afraid of giving in to my feelings, to admit anything that I hurt you. I tried to forget about you, cut you out of my life but…I can’t forget about you. I threw myself into work, went out with friends. Nothing could keep my mind from wandering toward you.”

“Awe-poor Chris. Ignored the girl confessing her love. Boohoo, Evans. Wake up and look around. People confess their feelings every day and they do not die or get hurt.”

Your anger gets the best out of you when you step closer to Chris to poke your index finger into his chest. “People break up. People disappoint each other. People live happily ever after.”

“Y/N…I…” Chris tries to calm you but all he gets is a slap to his cheek, a harsh one. He’s rubbing his skin, not believing you hit him.

“Those people are brave. They try, okay. Everyone out there in a relationship or marriage only tries to do his or her best to make it work. But to make it work you have to try and not chicken out.”

Panting you clench your fists. “What you did was cruel Chris! You made me feel like a worthless piece of meat you could use to get off. I never felt that dirty and ugly before. All you ever did was hurting me!”

“I am sorry, Y/N. Please can we not…” Another slap hits his other cheek and you give him a warning glare. Chris falls silent, knowing he needs to hear you out.

“I am still not done! For once in this relationship or not relationship you will listen to me, Christopher!” Chris flinches when you use his full name.

“You can’t come here, weeks after you abandoned and ignored me to what – ask me to come back to play your bed warmer? Why did you come here? – be honest.

Was it as you missed me or rather the fact you saw me with another man at the park? Did you have the sudden urge to mark your territory? Did you come here for a quick fuck or to make sure I will not fuck someone else?”

“I…” Flinching away Chris takes a step backward. “I was at your working place and they told me you are at the park. I tried to find the guts to talk to you but then that guy showed up and I felt like someone stabbed my heart.”

“Good.” Snorting you watch Dodger crawl toward you to rest his head onto your left foot. “You deserve all the pain in the world.”

“If you want me to answer your question honestly, it was a bit of both. I wanted to talk to you for weeks but didn’t know how. Seb was mad at me, refused to listen. Then I saw you with that guy and knew, I have to get my shit together and talk to you.”

Chris gives you puppy dog eyes but, to his disappointment, it doesn’t work. You look at Dodger, not him. All your attention is focused on his dog and he slowly despairs.

“Please…one date. A coffee…anything. Please. I’ll do anything if you at least give me the chance to talk things out. Even if we can only become friends, I need you in my life.”

Sniffling Chris tries to touch your arm, but you shove his hand away. “Okay…not touching… “

“Friends…I don’t know. I will have to think about a few things. I…I will…” Looking at Dodger who is busy to nuzzle your leg you smile. “We can have a coffee, on Monday. I will spend the weekend with Jack, as planned. I need to…”

Chris nods silently, afraid you will not meet up with him but scared you will let Jack do more than hold your hand or kiss your cheek.

“Jack is a nice guy, I like him. We both got disappointed by our partners, or in our case, not partners. He deserves to know that you were here and that we talked. I need to clarify a few things for myself.”

You can see Chris flinch at your words, but he can only blame himself for letting you slip through his fingers. “I’ll do anything…”

“I want you to go home and not contact me until Monday. I will send you a message if you give me your number. I don’t have it anymore.“ Chris swallows hard hearing you don’t even have his number.

“I’ll be waiting for you…” Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen you hand it to Chris. “I want you to know that I wasn’t with anyone. Not while we were together nor after.”

“How kind of you…” Mocking Chris you turn your attention back toward Dodger. “You will be good for me.“ Dodger licks your face when you kneel next to him.

“Dodge…no…stop…“ Giggles leave your lips when he won’t stop nuzzling you. “I will meet up with you if you bring Dodger too.”

“You love him…”

“At least he returns my feelings.” Adding another stab to his heart you glance up at Chris. “You should go now, Chris. I can’t talk to you any longer.“

You can’t wrap your mind around the fact Chris came to your apartment. While you look out of the window of the cabin Jack rented you rub your eyes.

“You barely spared anything a glance. What happened?”

“I…I am so confused and…” Jack nods, handing you a mug with hot chocolate. “I am sorry…”

“Don’t be, Y/N. We both knew that our friendship is just that, friendship. We just…” Jack sighs, wishing there could be more between him and you.

“I still love my ex and you, well you could have a chance with Chris. Let’s not pretend we want to fall into each other’s arms.”

“You met her…” Looking at Jack knowingly you pat his hand. “What happened? Last week you wanted to take the next step and now we are on common ground. I am not mad, Jack. Honestly, the moment I took a step into the cabin I knew this won’t work out.”

“She…she looked so breathtakingly beautiful and, I don’t know. Delilah wants to meet up with me, wants to talk about a few things.” Jack’s eyes meet yours and you see the uncertainty.

“If you believe you can be happy with her you can try to work things out. She gave you the boot as you weren’t ready to give up your career to follow her to London. Maybe, just maybe it’s time to compromise, Jack.” Pecking your cheek Jack nods before he gets his phone out.

“Mind if we cut the weekend short?” While you watch Jack dial Delilah’s number you slide your finger over the print on the shirt you stole from Chris. “Y/N?”

“We can drive back, Jack. Go and get your girl. Let at least one of us have a happy end with the person we love. I am not sure Chris wants me.” Sniffling you wipe a single tear away. “I bet he was just jealous of seeing me with you.”

“Means he’s interested. Now, let’s get him…huh?” A huff later you start to pack your things…

“What if she’s already…no…no…” Dodger watches Chris pace from one end of the room to the other. “Dodger, don’t say things like that…don’t even think it…”

Whining Dodger trots toward the door. “Dodge, let me…fuck…what if she doesn’t call me? Oh-shit. I should’ve told her I love her - right? I am a fucking idiot!”

Dodge is unimpressed. He’s sitting in front of the door, now purring as he can hear someone on the other side. “Dodger, could you just support me here?”

Chris sits onto the couch, hiding his face in the palms he starts to cry. “What if she’s in love with him? What if they make love right now?”

Sobs leave Chris's lips while Dodger starts to lick the door. “Dodger, that’s…eek…what are you?” A knock let Chris jumps up from the couch. “Come here, boy. Let me open the door to…”

Dodger jumps up on you, tries to lick your face while you fight the dog with all you’ve got.

“Dodger…no…eek…that’s…no!” Giggling you almost stumble over your bag but Chris holds Dodger back to help you.

“Y/N…” He finally chokes out while you gather your belongings. “You’re here…”

“Oh-yeah. I kinda forgot my keys and after Jack and I decide to stay only friends as he goes back to his girlfriend, or now fiancé I am kinda homeless until my mom comes to my place on Monday. I had hoped I could bunker on your couch…”

Chris blinks a few times before he brings you in his arms. He’s peppering kisses to your hair while Dodger tries to press himself between the both of you.

“I love you, Y/N. So much. I…I almost went insane knowing you are with him.”

His lips press against your temple and you don’t know if you did the right thing but here in Chris’s arms, you can forget everything else for a moment. “Please…please…”

“I think Dodger missed me too. How about I show him the toy I bought for him?” Humming Chris looks at you in his arms, not wanting to let you go. “You have to let me go to get it out of my bag.”

“No, baby. Just let me hold you for a while. Please. Whatever you decided, give me five more minutes to pretend you’ll not slip through my fingers.”

Your hands shake when he cups your face with his own. Chris just looks at you before a soft kiss lets you melt into his arms. “Please…”

“We can try to be friends and maybe…just maybe a bit more…” He’s ghosting his lips over yours, not agreeing. “Chris.”

“More…please much more. We can…I mean. Do you want to …fuck it. I love you, Y/N. Please stay with me tonight. Not for sex, just to hold you.”

“I can try…”

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avenging-fandoms · 4 years

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Old County Fair / Chris Evans

plot: the weekend after the fourth of july, the town of Stark, Texas hosts an annual county fair that drives in people from all around. when yn’s friend drags her along to the new fair after moving in, yn doesn’t expect to meet the cowboy of her dreams.

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*warning: smut! (save a horse... ride a cowboy)

*a/n: woah an imagine!! i’m so proud and excited for this!! it might be a series👀

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you set the last box down in your hot room, plugging in the fan and sitting in front of it. beads of sweat fall from your forehead and down your face, landing on your chest.

“moving into an apartment, with stairs, in july, in texas, is the worse thing on planet earth. i would rather die than ever do that again” amelia falls on your bed, catching her breath. you chuckle softly at your best friend.

“well, i guess we’re never moving. and if we do, we’re doing it in a cold month. but at least we’ve got good jobs, a good place, i’m happy for us, amelia” you smile over at her and she returns it.

“hey, i saw a sign for a town fair that’s going on today, saturday and sunday. wanna go?” amelia shower you the picture of the sign, and you shrug.

“sure why not, sounds like fun. it just started not that long ago” you gather clothes you’re going to wear after you get out of the shower. “i’m gonna get in the shower, i won’t take long” you say and she nods.

“okay. hey!” you turn to her in the bathroom doorframe. “maybe we’ll see some cute town boys. i have a feeling there’s a few” you scrunch your nose.

“not interested. i just want the fair food!”

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amelia found a parking spot, a gust of wind flying into the hot summer evening. “it is a perfect day for this fair! i’m so glad we’re here, yn” amelia links arms with you and you two walk around.

the delicious smell of fair food filled your nose, bringing you back to when you used to go to the town fairs with your friends and family back home. “it smells just like home”

“well duh, all fairs are the same! let’s see, what can we do to entertain ourselves?” amelia looked around, until she spotted bleachers and a fence. “what is that, tractor pulling?” you and amelia sit in the middle on the bleachers, and a couple minutes later you hear banging against a gate.

“amelia, it’s not tractors, it’s bulls! oh my god!” you smile ear to ear, happy to know the event. “i used to love watching these with my dad. we would always place bets on the rider. whoever won had to clean”

amelia smiles, resting her head on your shoulder. soon the event started, the announcer making a dramatic start.

“lllladies and gentlemen. it is the 137th annual Stark County Fair! can i get a hell yeah if you’re excited for our bull riding competition?” you screamed ‘hell yeah’ , so happy to see this event again. “first up, chris evans!” he sits down on his bull, making sure he was in and ready. he raised up his hand, signally he was ready. “on your mark, get set.... go!” the door opens, the bull dancing and bucking, but chris stayed on. he threw his hat off and it came off to you, nearly hitting you in the face.

you examine it, running your fingers over the detail. “woah, yn, you’ve got cute cowboy’s hat” she placed it on your head and you two laughed, and the bell rang. you placed it back on your lap and cheered. he waved and walked off, touching his head and realizing he didn’t have his hat.

your breath hitches in your throat, amelia shoving your shoulder a little bit. you sigh and hop off the bleachers, heading over to where he stood. you waved him down and he nodded at you, jogging towards you. “i believe this is yours”

“thank you for catching it, i was afraid i had lost it. but now i’m glad to know it was safe in your pretty little hands” his southern accent caught you off-guard, his words making your cheeks heat up.

“well i’m glad i was the one who caught it for such a cute cowboy” you place it on top of his head and he smiles, nodding his head at you.

“are you doing anything after the show?”

“i actually came with-”

“yn! there you are, i was starting to think you volunteered to ride a bull. i know your dad never wanted you to ride a bull” you close your mouth and turn to amelia. “well hello cowboy. you did some good riding out there, glad my girl could catch it for you”

“me too” he winks at you and you blush, rolling your lips between your teeth. “my buddy sebastian is about to ride. seb!” another cute cowboy came strutting next to chris, and you see amelia’s jaw drop.

“my my.. i didn’t know there was going to be a smokeshow at the fair tonight” sebastian took amelia’s hand, kissing the back of it softly.

“i’ll come watch you ride.. is that okay?” amelia asks and you smile and wink, nodding.

“have fun, text me later” she nods and the two walk off, leaving you and chris by yourself. “how long have you been riding?” you ask, walking along side chris as you two walk around the fair.

“since i was a little boy. my dad always rode, and i loved watching him. i heard that your dad didn’t want you to ride”

you laugh, playing with the hem of your shirt. “yeah, i grew up watching bull riding, but he always told me it was too dangerous for girls. i’ve always wanted to ride” you sigh and he smirks, making heat rise to your cheeks.

“i can always show you how to ride, doll” he winks and you try and hide your smile, but it doesn’t work. “you want me to show you?”

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your fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt, climbing into his lap in the driver’s seat of his truck. chris grunts into your mouth as your fingers pull at his belt, slowly rocking your hips against his.

“chris..” you moan, his teeth biting at your neck and groaning as your hands trail into his boxers. you smirk as he pushes his jeans and underwear down, his leaking cock springing free. “so big and thick” you breathe, licking your hand and pumping him slowly, his mouth hanging open.

chris’ fingers slowly unbutton your shorts, pushing them down and pulling you forward. he pulls a condom out of his wallet, checking the date before opening it and sliding it on. you hold yourself above him, slowly putting your hips down and hissing as he stretches you out. you sit down on him, thighs trembling, chris smiling. he slowly picks your hips up, pulling you back down again.

“good girl.. does my cock fill your tight little pussy up so good?” you bite your lip, nodding and holding his biceps as you slowly start to bounce your hips. chris takes his hat off, placing it on your head and tipping it forward a bit. “you really are a good rider, miss yn” you moan and hold onto the hat as he thrusts his hips up.

you lay his seat back, chris flipping you on your knees. you hold the headrest of the seat, biting your arm as he held your hips and pounded into you. “fuck chris.. fuck you feel so fucking good.. yes right there.. please” you held the hat on your head, chris smiling.

“you look so fucking beautiful in my hat, doll. but i bet you look even more beautiful when you cum. are you close, baby?” he panted, kissing your shoulder. you hum, nodding your head. “come on, pretty girl. cum on my cock, i know you can do it”

you push back against him and your thighs tremble, gripping the seat. chris grunts, slamming his hips into yours once more before he came, rubbing his hands up and down your back. chris kisses your neck, slowly rolling you on your back and kissing you a couple of times. “i was right.. you are beautiful when you cum” you blush, hiding your face in your hands. chris laughs, taking off the condom and throwing it away in the trash can next to his truck. you clean yourself up, getting dressed again and sitting in his passenger seat.

chris sits in his driver seat, buckling his belt and looking at you, rubbing your chin. you smile, kissing his palm. he looks at the hat and then you, leaning forward and kissing you.

the radio softly played music from chris’ preferred station, the roads quiet at 1 in the morning. he pulls into your driveway, your car still there and amelia’s next to it, meaning she was home. “you wanna have a sleepover at my house?” you ask, chris chuckling.

“maybe another night. i have to get up bright and early for another day of working at the fair, but maybe another night” he holds your chin and you rest your hands on the center counsel, kissing him with more passion than you did before. you hop out of the seat, shutting the door and walking towards your front door. “i expect to see you at the fair tomorrow to return my hat” he said, making you laugh and blow a kiss.

“call me when you get home safe, okay?” you say and he nods. you quickly run over, pecking his lips once more before heading inside, the house quiet. you head up to your room, throwing your bag on your floor and kicking your shoes off, flopping on your bed with the hat over your eyes, making you smile.

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cevansfics · 4 years

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Broken Glass part 1

Part 2

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You and Chris broke up recently, you try to covince yourself and your friends you're fine, but how do you really feel when you see him at a party unexpectedly?

Warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption

A/N: let me know what you think :), thinking about doing a part 2 also of you want to be tagged let me know :)

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Waking up to the sun beaming through the little gap in the curtains, you roll over to see the time. Already mid day. Stretching to try and wake yourself up, looking over to the side of the bed he used to occupy. It's been four month of waking up alone. You thought you would be used to it by now. Your mind drifts to some of those mornings, the surprises when you would make breakfast in bed, ones where you would wake up to him staring at you, first thing you hear is him telling you how beautiful you look. Or the cold mornings when the night before you fell asleep wrapped and tangled with each other only to wake the same way. God did you miss those days.

A banging on your door pulled you from your thoughts. Rushing to look presentable, you open it to see your two best friends smiling before pushing you out of the way to enter your apartment.

“Please, do come in,” you say after the fact sarcastically.

Claire rushed off towards your bathroom, quickly saying hi. “She's been moaning about needing to pee for about an hour, but you know what she’s like, won't use public restrooms.” Nina rolls her eyes explaining, before gesturing to what’s you are wearing, “Late start to the day?”

“Yeah, I slept in sue me.”

“So,” Claire made you jump reentering the room clapping her hands. “What’s the plan for this evening?”

“I haven’t asked her yet.” Nine explained, taking a sip from her drink you’d just given her

“Plans?” You asked cautiously, nothing ever good came from Claire’s ‘plans’

“Us three, tonight, party time.” She exclaimed excitedly

“I don’t really feel like going to a club.”

“Not a club. A friend of a friend got this big penthouse and is throwing a party.”

“A friend of a friend?” Eyeing her, that usually meant a friend of a guy she was sleeping with, but she just shrugged.

“Come on Y/N, you need to get back out there. Conquer the world,” Nina added.

“That’s the last thing I need. I love you guys but you know I’m not ready for that.” You’d lost count how many times you had this conversation with these two. You know they have your best interests at heart but you don't feel ready. Truth is you’re still not over him.

God. Even after all this time you still can't bring yourself to even say his name, but more times a day than you’d care to admit your mind wanders off, thinking of him. His smile, the way he looked at you when you were rambling on about something you were passionate about. The date nights. The nights out with friends. Him holding you close letting everyone know you were with him. When he would get a little tipsy and become even more handsy, even more so once you were alone. Holding you so close all you could feel was the warmth radiating off his body. The way his lips would trace along your….

“Y/N!” Nina was waving her hand in front of your face. “You zone out, where were you?”

“I-I was just thinking.” You feel the heat rush to your cheek, clearing your throat to shake off those thoughts.

Claire was rooting through your fridge looking for something to drink. “Let's make a promise to make tonight about us then, go to the party, drink a few and just have a good time just us girls. You know we haven’t done that in the longest time.” You have to admit she did make a good point. You’d all been working so much and haven’t seen each other as much as you use too. If tonight was just about you three having a good time and them not trying to hook you up with someone, maybe you could cope.

“Okay, I’m in.” They both jumped up and down like excited like school children.

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The rest of the afternoon was a blur. Claire had another great idea that they get ready for the night and come back to yours as your apartment was closest to where you were going. So they left to get clothes and overnight bags with everything they might need. You stayed home showered and quickly had something to eat. Before yo knew it you were in an Uber on your way to the party. Pulling up outside a fancy building already crowded with peoples. You began to wonder just who this ‘friend’ was who was hosting the party.

Swiftly you all made your way through the crowds into the elevator.

“Whos party is this exactly?” You know you asked before but you were more curious now with your surroundings.

“Some guy, Sebastian, I think.” She shrugged, pushing the button for the correct floor and the doors started to close.

Surely it couldn’t be that Sebastian. That’s a common enough name right?

The doors open to a giant room, filled with hundreds of people. Or at least it looked that way. Lights flashing, music thumping in your ears, you could barely hear your own thoughts never mind someone else. You feel a shove at your shoulder, its Claire holding three shots. How did she already have something to drink, you’d only been there about 3 minutes. Regardless you and Nina both took one. Claire held up her drink, it looked like she was making a speech, but you couldn’t hear a thing she was saying. Looking at Nina, she didn’t have a clue either, she just held up her own drink clinking it with Claire’s, so you did the same.

Several shots late, you were starting to feel a little heated and tipsy. Completely throwing caution to the wind all there of you were dancing, laughing and enjoying yourselves. You feel someone tapping you so you turned to see who it was.

It was Sebastian Stan. You hadnt seen him since before you and Chris broke up.

Chris.

Thats the first time you said his name, even if it was just in your head it had you feeling all sorts of things. The alcohol probably didnt help.

Sebastian pulled you into a tight hug. Automatically you hugged him back. Yes he was Chris’s friend but over the course of your relationship you had become friends with him too. Shouting in your ear, still you could barely hear him. He asked if you were okay, and apologised that he hasn't spoken to much since everything had happened.

Pulling away you were afraid to say anything. All sorts of emotions were building up inside of you. Your only response was giving him a thumbs up and a smile you hoped was believable. Must have been convincing enough because you gave you one more quick hug before moving on through the crowd.

Turning back to your friends Claire gives you an apologetic look, she seems to have put two and two together. Quickly glancing round, looking for a bathroom, you see some stairs and take off. Taking the stairs two at a time, heading down the hallway that seems to have less and less people as you walked down it. Finally reaching The bathroom. A rush of emotions hit you, it's like you couldn’t breathe. Pacing around the bathroom you start feeling dizzy, deciding to rest on the edge of the bath, trying to calm yourself down, slowly, taking deep breaths until your breathing is back to normal and the rooms no longer spinning. There’s a harsh knock in the door and someone calling your name. It’s Claire and Nina.

Opening the door you let them enter.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I really didn’t realise it was his party.” Claire said quickly.

Taking a deep breath before you start talking, “I know, I know. It's fine really. I don't even know why I freak out so much it’s not even like I saw him. I guess just seeing Seb and knowing they are friends made all those feelings I thought I pushed away come right back up.”

“If you want to leave, we under-”

“No,” you cut her off. “I’m fine like I said I don't even really know what just happened. This night was for us, so let’s just go and enjoy ourselves.”

“Okay” they both say at the same time.

Heading back down stairs you all got another drink and went back to dancing. Hours must have passed, you were still going. You were genuinely enjoying yourself, just dancing with your girls. You saw Seb a couple more times as the night went on but you didn't see anyone else you knew.

Until.

Nina made a signal as though she was going to get another drink and Claire and you both nodded while dancing. Suddenly Claire grabbed your arm, you looked at her to see what was going on but she wasn’t looking at you, she was looking over your shoulder into the crowd of people. Following her eyeline to see what’s happening you see a group of men all laughing and shouting. The group parted and you saw him.

Chris.

The room seemed to go silent. There he was. Not quite right in front of you, but the other side of the room. Which quickly felt a lot smaller than it actually was. Everything was happening in slow motion. He just stood there, laughing and joking with his friends holding a beer, typical, god did he look good. You felt like you were staring at him an awfully long time but you didn’t care. Then he noticed you, but you still couldn’t look away. Now you were just two people in a crowded room starting at each other. From an outsider's perspective it probably looked a little weird. Then he did something, something you thought if you saw in person again it would break you. He smiled at you.

Do something, you kept repeating in your head over and over again.

Move. Smile. Look away. Anything, just stop staring.

You managed a little wave of your hand causing his smile to grow. He got pulled back into his conversation with his friends. That’s when everything came rushing back into focus. The room you were in, the people, the flashing lights, the thumping music. You wanted to leave, you needed to get out but you couldn’t move. Turning towards Claire, you grab her arm to keep you balanced before she pulls you in for a hug.

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softlass27 · 4 years

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Robert Week 2020 Day 2: missing scene/rewrite scene

After letting Rebecca take Seb to Liverpool, Robert told Aaron, “I wanted to tell you, I just knew you’d talk me out of it.” In my alternate version of the 2nd November 2018 episode, Robert lets Aaron talk him out of it :)

(aka fuck emmerdale and their ridiculous “a child belongs with its mother” attitude, even when it makes ZERO sense)

AO3 link here

Robert trudged from Keeper’s Cottage to the Mill on autopilot, barely taking notice of Seb’s babbling as he pulled out his keys and opened the front door.

“Never ends, this, does it?” Aaron called over his shoulder as they entered the living room, chucking teddy after teddy into Seb’s toy box.

“Seem to spend half my life clearing your stuff away, mister,” he grinned and took Seb from Robert. “When’re you gonna start picking up after yourself, eh?” Seb gurgled happily and grabbed Aaron’s beard.

Normally Robert would laugh at the sight of his two favourite people together, probably make some sort of joke about charging their son rent or teaching him to use the hoover, but he didn’t have it in him, not today. Aaron’s smile dimmed when he caught the look on Robert’s face.

“You alright?”

He shook his head wordlessly, mouth pressed together in a hard line.

Aaron came towards him, close enough that Seb was slightly squished between their chests, and laid a hand on Robert’s arm.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

Robert braced himself for the impact.

“I think – I think we should let Seb go.”

Aaron blinked uncomprehendingly, hoisting Seb higher in his arms. “Go where?”

“Go with Rebecca. To Liverpool.”

There was a beat, then –

“Sorry, you what?”

“It might be for the best if – ”

“No, no way.” Aaron took a step back again, shaking his head and tightening his grip on Seb.

“Aaron – ”

“No, Robert.”

“I’m trying to do the right thing here, would you just listen to me for a minute? Please.”

At the quiver in Robert’s voice, Aaron’s incredulous glare softened by a fraction. He exhaled shakily and looked down at Seb, who shot him a gummy smile in return.

“He’s due a nap,” he said quietly. “Put the kettle on while I take him upstairs.”

They settled on the sofa facing each other, knees pressed together and each with a mug nestled in their hands.

“Okay, talk to me,” Aaron said and blew on his tea, open and patient in a way Robert never could have imagined him being a couple of years ago. “What’s brought this on?”

Robert floundered for a moment, unsure of where to start.

“Seeing Rebecca earlier… she’s so down, Aaron. Couldn’t stop crying the whole time we were there.”

“Well she has just been dumped, that’s probably to be expected. Though if she had any sense, she’d know that Ross Barton is no great loss.”

“It’s not just that, though, is it? Her staying here for Seb means she’s stuck somewhere she doesn’t want to be. Surrounded by memories of everything she’s lost, all she’s been through… she just wants a fresh start, to be happy. How can I keep stopping her? I just feel like we’re pressuring her into staying.”

“Ross was pressuring her into going!” Aaron snapped, before taking a breath and reigning himself in. Robert could see how hard he was trying to keep calm, to listen and understand what Robert was saying, and Robert adored him for it.

“Look,” Aaron said eventually. “I get that Rebecca’s been through a lot, I do. I know this year has been hell on her. But that’s a big part of why Seb should stay here with us; she’s not strong enough to cope with him, not full-time. She’s never looked after him on her own; even before the accident she had Chrissie and Lawrence helping her out. And it’s not just about her happiness, is it? It’s about Seb’s, too. That’s the most important thing.”

Robert nodded. Of course it was.

“And being in a strange place, away from his home, that’s not what’s best for him. With no family except his brain-damaged mum, who was held prisoner and nearly murdered by her own psychotic nephew barely a couple of months ago. Plus Ross, who isn’t exactly the paternal type, who we know can be unstable, or even dangerous on a bad day. And then what, some nanny – another random stranger who he won’t know? Who we won’t even know? And that’s it, he’ll be alone. He’ll wonder where we are, why we’ve left him.”

Something in Robert’s heart clenched painfully. That was the last thing he wanted; he’d rather die than make Seb think that he’d abandoned him, that he didn’t love him with everything he had.

“I wouldn’t – we’d still get to see him all the time,” he said, even as his resolve began to crumble. “I’d make sure we got plenty of access.”

“That’s too risky, Robert. Everything would be on their terms, and they could change them like that.” Aaron snapped his fingers. “I wouldn’t put it past either of them. And whatever we get, it won’t be enough, you know it won’t. Rebecca’s already agreed to stay, why rock the boat?”

“She’s agreed to stay for now. But she could change her mind one day, she probably will. What if we’re just delaying the inevitable? We might still have to fight for Seb when he’s older – old enough to know what's going on. And if we do, if things get nasty and it goes to court… ”

“The court that might decide he should stay with us.”

“They won’t, Bex said as much.”

“What? When?”

“She – when she was still planning to go with Ross and we were talking about mediation, she said she was more likely to get primary care than we are.”

“Oh, and she knows that for sure, does she?”

Robert hesitated, suddenly wishing he could take back that nugget of information.

“Rob, what?”

“She said… with you having convictions… ”

He saw the exact moment the realisation hit Aaron and the colour drained from his face.

“Oh. Nice of her,” he mumbled, leaning back against the sofa with a crestfallen expression. And just like that, some of Robert's old dislike towards Rebecca, which he normally kept buried for Seb's sake, came rushing to the surface.

“God, she’s not wrong, though, they would drag my record into it. GBH, assault, they’d think he wasn’t even safe with me.”

“Which would be total rubbish,” Robert rushed to reassure his husband, wrapping an arm over his shoulder and squeezing tightly. “You’re the best dad Seb could have.”

“The courts wouldn’t see it that way, would they?” Aaron said, eyes welling with frustrated tears. He scrubbed a hand across his face before gazing at Robert earnestly. “But you don’t even know it’ll come to that, Robert. You can’t give up based on a load of ifs and buts, on something that might never happen.”

Robert nodded slowly, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “Yeah, I suppose… ”

“Is there something else?” Aaron asked, nudging him when he remained silent for a tad too long. “Oi, what’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

“I just… ” Robert’s voice wobbled as he searched for the right words, tried to vocalise the darkest thoughts in his head. "I don’t want Seb to grow up thinking I kept him from her. My dad didn’t let me stay with my mum after they broke up, wouldn’t let me choose. He kept us apart and I hated him for it, what if – ”

“No, this isn’t like that.” Aaron set his mug down and grasped Robert’s hand tightly in his own. “Rob, you did everything in your power to find Rebecca when she was missing, all so that Seb didn’t have to grow up without his mum. For Christ’s sake, you nearly killed yourself over it – nearly gave me a heart attack in the process as well, you idiot.”

“Sorry. Again.”

“S’okay. Just don’t do it again or I’ll kill you myself,” Aaron warned with a tiny smile that Robert couldn’t help returning.

“Yes, boss.”

“But it just goes to show what you’d do for him. You talk about me, but you’re the one who’s an incredible dad, Rob, Seb’s so lucky to have you. And that’s why I know this is the best place for him, at home with you. With me. And the rest of his family.”

Robert didn’t reply, not really trusting himself to speak around the heavy lump in his throat. They sat in silence for a few moments, fingers stroking back and forth softly.

“So?” Aaron asked eventually. “We’re agreed, he’s staying?”

“Yeah. Yeah you’re right, he belongs here. M'sorry, I just… I’m trying not to be selfish about this.”

“It’s okay to be selfish about this. It’s okay to want to keep him here.”

“Then why do I feel so guilty?”

“Because you’re a good person. Despite what you’d have everyone believe,” Aaron smiled fondly and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I know you, Sugden.”

“Sugden-Dingle to you.”

Early the next morning, they were surprised by rapid knocking at the door.

“Who the hell’s come over at this time?” Aaron frowned as he fed Seb another mouthful of porridge.

Robert shrugged and went to open it, finding Rebecca stood in their doorway.

“What’re you doing here? Bit early for a visit, isn’t it?”

She shot him a nervous smile and entered the flat, fiddling with her handbag. “I’m – I’m here to say goodbye. I’m going to Liverpool. Today.”

Robert heard a sharp intake of breath behind him and spun around to look at Aaron, a hint of panic in both their eyes.

“You’ve changed your mind? Again?” Robert turned back to Rebecca, shaking his head rapidly. “Bex, you said you wouldn’t take him from us – ”

“I’m not!” she cried, holding her hands up in defence. “I said he was lucky to have both of you, and I meant it. He needs to stay, I get that. But I’ve slept on it and – and I’ve realised that I can’t. I need a fresh start, and Ross is my best shot at that.”

There was a long silence, only broken by the sound of Seb banging his little plastic spoon on the high chair.

“So you’re leaving? Now?”

“My car’s all packed up.”

“And Seb… ” Aaron stood and approached her tentatively. “Stays here?”

Rebecca nodded, even as her eyes swam with tears, mascara already starting to run.

“This is… the hard decision I’ve ever had to make, but I can’t take him away from his home, from everything he knows. It wouldn’t be fair on him. I’d want visitation rights, of course, weekends and holidays and – ”

“Yeah, of course,” Robert was quick to assure her, heart pounding. “If you’re sure this is what you want, then we can figure all that out, I promise.”

“Okay. Good. Can I have five minutes with him?”

Robert sat in the kitchen with Aaron as they watched Rebecca curl up with Seb on the sofa, holding him tightly and whispering words they couldn’t hear. Eventually, she stood and gave him one final kiss on the head before handing him back to Robert.

“You be a good boy, okay?” She smiled at Seb through her tears, squeezing his hand lightly. “Mummy loves you so much, I’ll have your room all ready for when you come to stay.”

“Good luck, Bex,” Robert said, bouncing Seb on his hip. “I hope Liverpool is – yeah.”

“Thank you,” she sighed, picking up her handbag. “Right, if I don’t go now, I never will. And Ross is expecting me. Goodbye, both of you.”

She gave them a watery smile, before taking her leave. Aaron closed the door behind her, before turning slowly and leaning against it, staring at Robert in shock.

“Well… ” Robert slumped down on arm of the sofa, Seb in his lap. “That’s that.”

“You know,” Aaron mused when he came into their room that night. “I think Mr Giraffe is about to steal Teddy’s top spot as favourite toy. Seb stopped crying as soon as I put it in the cot with him.”

“Poor Teddy, cast aside just like that,” Robert smiled and set his book down on the bedside table. “His lordship okay?”

“Yeah.” Aaron pulled back the covers and slid in next to him. “I think he just wanted some cuddles.”

“I can relate,” Robert said, reaching out and pulling him towards the middle of the bed.

Aaron snorted. “Wow, smooth.” But he wrapped his arms around Robert’s shoulders and tangled their legs together, so Robert counted it as a win.

“Speaking of giraffes, I was thinking we could maybe take Seb to the zoo for a birthday treat,” Aaron said a few minutes later, running a hand through the short hairs on the back of Robert's neck absently. “He was only little the last time we went, now he’ll be old enough to properly look at the animals. I reckon he’d love it.”

Robert stared up at him, felt his stomach do a small somersault as he came to a sudden realisation.

“Oi,” Aaron nudged him when he didn’t answer. “You listenin’?”

“Sorry, yeah. The zoo sounds great.”

Aaron disentangled them to prop himself on his elbow, looking down at Robert with raised eyebrows.

“Okay, what’s up?”

“What?"

“I can hear your mind whirring like a hamster wheel over there.”

“Just thinking.”

“Dangerous, that.”

“Cheeky.” Robert dug a hand into Aaron’s ribs, making him squirm with laughter.

“Stop, stop it!” He caught Robert’s hand and pinned it to the bed “Come on, what’re you thinking about, then?”

“Yesterday, when I was – when I had a wobble… ”

“Yeah?”

“Not just then, but when Rebecca was missing. And after the car crash, too. I’ve always been… so afraid of Seb not having his mum around because I know how much I needed mine. Sarah, I mean.”

There was something depressing about having to clarify which deceased mother he was referring to, but Robert didn’t dwell on that now.

“That’s part of the reason why yesterday I thought... maybe he’d be better off with her.”

He hesitated at the hint of sadness in Aaron's eyes, choosing his next words carefully.

“But the thing is… Sarah wasn’t my biological mum, was she? She wasn't there from the start, it was just me and dad until she came along. But that didn’t make her any less important to me, didn’t mean we loved each other any less. When I was little and kids at school would pick on me for not having a mum, I didn’t really care. Why would I? The way I saw it, if I still had a mum – my birth mum – then I wouldn’t have Sarah, and I wouldn’t have given her up for anything.”

Robert could tell by the look on Aaron’s face that he was taken aback by the words, and he didn’t blame him. It was the most he’d said about Sarah in a long time; he hardly ever talked about her like this, not even with Aaron.

But lying in their room at night with the door shut, nestled under the covers and the shadows, always made him feel safe, like he could say anything that was on his mind. And after what they’d been through over the last few days, he needed to say this, needed to make Aaron understand.

“She always said that she chose me, we chose each other, and that meant that what we had was special.”

His voice cracked on the last word and Aaron’s hand shot out to cup his jaw, thumb stroking back and forth over his cheekbone. But he pressed on, a small smile creeping across his face despite the pain that always came with thinking about his mum for too long.

“And today it really hit me, that’s… that’s what Seb has with you. You chose to be his dad when you didn’t have to, and I’m pretty sure he chose you the second you held him for the first time at the scrapyard. You’re his Sarah, and that’s the one thing I’d never want him to lose.”

Aaron’s thumb froze at that, cheeks bright red as he stared at Robert with wide eyes.

“Rob, I… ”

“Sorry, I know this is kind of heavy to dump on you, I just – ”

He was interrupted by Aaron pressing a bruising kiss to his lips, and he let himself get lost in it, arms coming up to loop around Aaron’s neck as he kissed back with everything had.

“You don’t half catch me off-guard sometimes, you know that?” Aaron whispered when he eventually pulled away, hands running up and down Robert’s sides.

“I like to keep you on your toes,” Robert croaked back.

Aaron huffed a laugh, and pecked Robert’s bottom lip once more.

“Of course I choose him,” he said, eyes shining in the low light. “Why d'you think I fought so hard to keep him here? I love the bones of him, of both of you.”

“I love you, too.”

“And I think we're gonna be a pretty damn good at this whole parenting thing.”

Robert grinned and pulled Aaron back down. “We're gonna be amazing.”

#robertweek2020 #prepare yourselves for the mush #robron #my writing

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 5 years

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Do You Forgive Me?

Summary: Sebastian has been away filming and decided to hang out with his friends before coming home.

Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: NSFW, A Few Curse Words, Smut (m/f oral, penetration), 18+

A/N: This was request from @beingonpointe. Sooo this was hard, because I’ve learned that fluff is not my strong point, but I hope you like it anyway!

Word Count: 2,090

You put on the finishing touches of your makeup, gave yourself the once over in the mirror and blew a kiss at your reflection. You took a quick look around the room and down the hall to make sure all of the candles were lit and rose petals were in place. Sebastian had called and said the movie he was working on was wrapping earlier than expected for the first installment. That was two days ago, but that 48 hours felt longer than the entire month he’d been gone. You put your silk robe on over the red lacy lingerie you’d bought for the night and sipped on some champagne while you waited. His flight landed at 8pm and it was just after 8:30pm, so he should be walking through the door at any moment.

Any moment turned into an additional hour. You’d had half the bottle of champagne before calling to make sure he was okay. When he pick up, you could hear the music in the background.

“Sebastian, where are you? I thought you were coming home?” You asked.

“I’m here, but I ran into a few of the guys at the airport and we decided to come out for a drink.”

“When are you coming here?” You tried to hide the disappointment in your voice as best you could.

“As soon as we’re done I promise. I missed these knuckleheads,” he said. You could hear a collective we missed you too in the background.

Without saying anything else you hung up, blew out all of the candles and swept the rose petals into a pile before changing into sweatpants. He missed his friends more than he missed you? That one stung.

You slid on your shoes and headed to your car. You made a phone call to a friend and asked for a favor as you made your way back to your house for the night.

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The next morning, you sat on your couch and flipped through the latest issue of some fashion magazine. You heard the handle jiggling on the front door.

“Y/N? Y/N, come open the door my key won’t work,” Sebastian knocked.

You sat there staring at the door and let him call your name until the knocking became loud banging. You opened the door and placed your hand on your hip. Not a single attempt to move out of the way, so he could come inside.

“Can I help you?” You asked with an attitude. How dare he blow you off to hang out with his friends after he hasn’t seen you for a month? And to make matters worse, he looks good enough to eat standing in front of you with a full beard and that perfect hair. The nerve of him to come to your house looking so good when you’re trying to be angry.

“My key won’t work,” he said confused.

“That’s because I changed the locks,” you shrugged.

“Changed the locks? When?”

“Last night,” you said dryly and turned to walk away.

He followed behind you and sighed, “You’re mad about last night. I saw the candles and rose petals. You should’ve told me you had something planned, I would’ve come right home.”

You turned to look at him and placed your hands on your hips. “Well, isn’t that something? I have to tell my boyfriend that I have something planned after he’s been away from me for four weeks, so he won’t go play with his friends as soon as he gets off of a plane.”

“No, that’s not what I meant –”

“Cut the shit, Seb.” You flopped down on the couch, “and I’m busy, so you should go,” you said before putting your ear buds in and picking the magazine back up.

He turned to leave. You did your best not to look up at him as he headed back towards the door. You were so busy trying to ignore him that you didn’t see him swipe one of the new keys from the side table by the door.

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You’d been giving Sebastian the silent treatment for two days. It didn’t stop him from calling, sending I love you texts or having I’m sorry flowers delivered to you.

Truthfully, you missed him and was probably suffering much more than he was, so you decided it was time to stop the petty games and forgive him. You hopped in the shower and changed into more lingerie. This one was a black sheer crotchless one piece. You looked through the closet for the perfect coat to go over it.

You became distracted when you heard loud music coming from outside.

“What the hell?” You grabbed your fluffy robed and went to the window to peek out. Your jaw dropped when you saw Sebastian standing outside with the speaker raised high in the air. You opened the window. “What are you doing?” You yelled.

“I’m trying to get my girl back!” He shouted.

“By disturbing the peace?”

“If I have to,” he started to sing very loud and way off key.

People started turning on their lights and coming outside. Heads were sticking out of windows to see what was going on.

“Please stop! Just come inside,” you laughed. He turned the music off and headed towards the door. “I’m sorry!” You yelled to the neighbors.

“I’m not!” He hollered. “I’ll do it again if I have to.”

“Just don’t sing,” you heard one of the neighbors shout back.

Before your could get to the door, he was already walking in. You scrunched your face up.

“How’d you get in here?” You questioned.

“You left the keys by the door.”

“So you stole my key?” You lifted a brow. He took the key from his pocket and sat it on the table while telling you that you could have it back. “I’m not an idiot. I know you made a copy.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Where are you going?” He asked when he noticed the shoes you had on. Red high heeled sandals with straps that tied all the way up to the thigh. Shoes he’d never seen before, but they screamed fuck me.

“I was on my way to your house actually,” you replied.

“Uh huh, and what are you wearing underneath that robe?”

You undid the belt and let the material pool at your feet. He gave your entire body a once over. By the time his eyes landed back on yours the cool blue pools were black.

He walked closer to you and hooked his hands around your thighs and scooped you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and crushed your lips to his. He walked you over to the couch and sat you down, so he could hurriedly pull his shirt over his head.

“Oh no, no, no,” you pushed him away when he tried to kiss you again.

“What’s wrong?” He looked confused.

“You’re not getting off that easy. On your knees,” you said as you stood.

“What?”

“On your knees,” you said again.

He complied with your demand. You put your foot up on the table revealing your already wet pussy and buried your fingers in his hair to bring him closer.

“Eat.”

Sebastian stuck his tongue out and swirled it around your clit. You threw your head back as you moved back and forth on his tongue. This was exciting, he never let you dom and it was making your pussy even wetter. You heard the zipper on his pants go down and he pulled out his throbbing cock.

“Don’t,” you snatched his head back, “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, did I?”

He shook his head no.

You could tell he was getting pissed off, but continued to indulge in your antics. You smiled and pushed his head back in between your legs.

He sucked your clit into his mouth. The pressure from his tongue became harder as he licked you. You moved him out of the way and told him to lay back as you pushed the table back with your foot a little and placed it on top, then lifted the other foot up on the couch and lowered yourself into a full split above him.

“Fuck,” he lifted himself up on his elbows and admired your dripping slit just before putting his tongue inside of you. You braced yourself on the floor as you bounced your ass up and down over him. “This is in my way,” he said just before reaching up to rip the hole in the crotch even larger.

His dick was pointed right at you and you couldn’t resist the urge to taste him. You swirled your tongue around the leaking head lapping up all the precum he had to offer. He moaned when you took him into your mouth expertly bobbing your head up and down. He pushed his hips up trying to go deeper into your throat.

“Do that again and I’ll stop,” you pulled back.

“Fuck this,” he slid from beneath you, grabbed you and turned you towards the couch on your knees. He pushed his pants down to his ankles and pulled them off, he was back on you before you could move.

“What are you –”

“Shut up,” he pushed your face into the cushions as he roughly entered you from behind. He fucked you so hard your ass rippled with each thrust. You clutched onto the material of the sofa. He brought his hand to your throat and arched your back towards him.

“Did you really think that I was going to let you deny me of my pussy?” He said just before biting your neck and sucking the spot hard. You mewled beneath him as you felt your orgasm building. “You gonna cum for me? Hmm?” He fucked you harder.

“Yes, baby,” you nodded.

He kept going until he saw you clawing at the material even more and your pussy started to squeeze around him.

“No, baby,” he said and pulled out just as you were getting ready to pop. You screamed out of frustration. “This is my show now, baby girl.”

He sat up on the couch and motioned for you to sit on his lap. You lowered yourself down onto him until you sheathed him completely. He did his best to keep it quiet, but you felt the vibration of the groan in his chest. He held you in place, so you couldn’t move. You smiled at him. You knew he was trying not to cum.

You tightened your pussy around him earning another groan. He clamped down on your nipple with his teeth and you yelped.

“Stop it,” he commanded.

You let out a frustrated sigh, he held you there for a few more agonizing seconds until he felt like he’d regained control.

“Let’s go,” he said with a loud smack to your ass.

You happily bounced up and down on his dick. He held your ass in his hands as he licked and sucked your nipples. The sensation of his tongue teasing you through the material was driving you wild.

You felt the fire building in the pit of your stomach. Your pussy started to clench around him again. He brought one hand around to your clit and rubbed with his thumb. You grabbed the back of the couch and rode him faster.

“Yeah, that’s my girl. Cum all over me,” he whispered.

“Please, please, please,” you begged, afraid he’d pull out again. You grabbed his jaw and looked into his eyes just before kissing him. He brought his arm around you waist and fucked into you as he felt his own body on the brink of explosion.

“Fucccckkkk!” You screamed as your body finally gave in. He rubbed your clit faster as the orgasm washed over you.

Seconds later, he dug his fingers into your thigh as he filled you with his seed. You held on tight around his neck as he emptied his love into you.

You both panted out of breath as you came down from the euphoric sexual high. You could feel his dick still throbbing inside of you. You tried to move, but he tightened his hold and held you on his lap.

“Do you forgive me?” He asked into your throat as he planted soft kisses there.

“Was this your official way of apologizing?”

“Mmm hmm,” he replied.

“Well then,” you pulled back from him, “I think I want another apology.” You grinded onto him.

You felt him hardening inside of you instantly.

“I’ll apologize as many times as you want,” he flipped you onto your back.

#sebastian stan x reader #Sebastian Stan #bucky barns x reader #smut #bucky x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #Lotusss Writes

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weirdmorefics · 4 years

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I LOVE your writing! If requests are open would you mind doing seb x fallen angel reader showing everyone her wings and Sebastian gets a little jealous? (If that’s ok!!)

A/N: Aw thank you much of course I’ll write your request. Sorry it is little late only half a year left of being a senior in highschool yay. @that-tiny-dumb-artist

Fallen- Sebastian x Reader

Your POV:

My bare feet hit the muddy earth and my body was bloody from the fall. Everything happened so fast, one second I was in Heaven the next I was being cast down for questioning and defying the will of God. I mean it’s not my fault it just seems like all the angels do is torture the humans from the plague to tuberculosis and I want no part in that. In the moment it seemed like a good idea to protect the humans but now I am running with no where to go. After running for awhile I stumbled upon a big mansion with a blonde gardener tending to the yard.

“Miss are you okay?” The blonde says turning around and seeing my injurys.

“I’m actually quite... lost” I say trying to not reveal myself to the human.

“ Don’t worry miss our young lord is very kind I’m sure he will let you stay.” He says with big smile ushering me into the mansion.

“ Finny you supposed to be watering the garden if Sebastian catch’s you he will surely punish us all, yes he will.” A Red head with thick glasses says panicking.

“Oh I’m so sorry to be interrupting your work, I do not want to get anyone in trouble.” I say concerned for the humans.

“OH NO IT’S NO TROUBLE AT ALL!” The blonde known as Finny says frantically waving his arms.

All of sudden our conversation is interrupted with a loud bang followed by a tan man shoving open the door and coughing up smoke. The commotion soon caused a child and a butler to come down a grand stairway towards the commotion

“Bard how many times must I tell you to not experiment in the kitchen” The butler said while coming down the stairs.

“ I’m sorry seb-“ The tan blonde went to say before Finny cut them off.

“Sebastian! Can we please take this lady in she is lost and needs or help.” Finny says fastly but shocking me when he says Sebastian.

I jumped back sprouting my wings and hugging them around myself.

I hear gasps as I scream at the well known demon “ How dare you deceive innocent humans Sebastian Michaelis!”

I hear the demon growl under his breath and ask “Young master may I please be excused to deal with this problem”

“Yes, please do and give me the details later.” The blue haired child says

The demon quickly comes over to me and grabs my arm dragging me out leaving the rest of the staff in a shocked silence. I keep trying to fight back but my attempts were futile a newly fallen angel is no match for a powerful demon. Suddenly the demon lets go but there is no were to run with very high hedges blocking you in at every corner except one which Sebastian was blocking.

“Do you realize angel and demon forms are a sacred thing no human is supposed to see.” He says calmly but still managing to make the sentence sound like a death threat.

“ It’s not like it matters I’m not angel anymore I’ve fallen I’ve got nothing to lose!” I say trying to sound tough but I just end up crying.

Sebastian slowly walks towards me like I’m prey that might just run away if he’s not careful.

He slowly caressing my face planting a soft kis on my lips “ You have something to lose now. Starting today you are a maid at the Phantomhive estate.”

I blink several times trying to process what just happened.

“ Now hurry up and get a uniform from Mey-Rin or I might have to punish you.” Sebastian says with a wink and a smile.

#sebastian x reader #black butler #black butler x reader #sebastian michaelis #sebastian #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian imagine #sebastian black butler #imagine #x reader #black butler imagine

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toxicxxmyth · 5 years

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The Truth Untold; Sebastian Stan -> II

.Previously

Summary: Y/n Y/l/n, born and raised in south side Chicago. Now raising her five younger siblings, she’s not even sure if some of them are actually related to her. But she takes care of them nonetheless, as best as she can. While her drunk father continues to make their life harder. And her drug addicted mother comes bursting through the door once every to years. Its a chaotic life for a 23 year old, but she made it work. Until one day, the most notorious mob leaders of the country shows up to do some business in the south side.

Au: Shameless!Au, Mob!Seb

Warning(s): Cussing, smut(fingering), violence, and tiny mention of domestic abuse.

Word Count: 5.9k

Authors Note: I said i wasn’t going to make a second part but here we are, 1 month later lmao.

@chims-kookies @superdrysuperfry

a doua întâlnire

Sebastian Stan; An enticing enigma.

As people come to learn—he comes and goes whenever he pleases—takes whatever he wants, whenever he wants. And no one says a word, too afraid to face him. God forbid anyone say a word. He’s a walking dynamite ready to explode. A man of his word, and many duties. The devil in sheep’s clothing. If you were to cross his path, you outa be afraid. His gaze was intense, cold, almost. But if you stared just a little longer, you’d see the lost hope and dreams swimming in his ocean blue eyes. It was impossible though, no one would dare look him in the eye, too afraid to stir the beast he contains. Women of the evening which his trusted cohorts would provide for him—they never cared enough to look deep into his eyes to notice. Not that he cares. Hell, he didn’t even know it himself. Too invested in his business—and his business only. If you’d do him wrong, no amount of praying will save you from him. Some would call him a sociopath, owning to the fact that he was completely deadpan when it comes to killing or torturing those who don’t follow his rules. He’s a drug lord. He cannot be contained. He vanishes at the forbidden hour — only returning when the aubade is at its highest peak.

He was toxic. Lethal. Everywhere he walked, a trail of pain and fear followed. One might say he feeds off it, he lives off it. He was a beautiful yet wicked soul nature spit out. A wise man who everyone knows not to mess with. He was astute, fatal and leery. A true nightmare.

So why did meeting you somehow made him feel something? Was it because of your troubled life? Nah, couldn’t be. He has met thousands of people with troubled lives and had no issue and making their situations worse.

Maybe it was because you didn’t throw yourself onto him like most females and males did. He was especially surprised at the fact that didn’t become responsive and enticed when he pulled his money out. Yeah, maybe it was that?

He almost felt like he knew you. What type of person you were. So he knew for a fact, that you wouldn’t keep the money he had sent to help you and your family. He sent some of his men to watch over you just in case something wrong happen, even though he knew you were capable of taking care of yourself. But finding him wasn’t easy. He just wanted to see at what extent you’d go just to tell him off. It was only a matter of time before you went after him.

“Has it been delivered?” Sebastian asked as he rose an eyebrow. Making the tattooed boy avert his eyes elsewhere. Anthony, his best man, couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“Yes, Sir” The boy nodded, hands behind his back. Eyes everywhere but his.

“Good, now get out.” Sebastian groaned as he got up from his seat and walked over to his mini tray of alcoholic beverages. Watching as the younger male hurriedly left the room.

“You ain’t gotta be so harsh on the boy” Anthony couldn’t help but chuckle, accepting the drink Sebastian was offering him.

“I wasn’t being harsh” He scoffed, turning toward the spot where the boy had been.

I just think that you should go a little easy on your men” Anthony muttered while bringing the glass full of scotch to his lips, brows raised.

“That’ll only give em’ a reason to walk all over me. And I can’t have that. I’ll kill em all.” Sebastian defends his posture, his tone all too serious for Anthony’s liking.

Although Anthony was just as dangerous and powerful as Sebastian was, he was, to many peoples surprise, a pacifist. Which is almost impossible to be in a business so parlous. He just didn’t believe in violence, completely opposite from Sebastian himself.

“See now you’re just far fetching” He pointed a finger at the man, brow raised as he got up from his seat.

“So this girl? You paying child support?” He laughs. “I knew one of these days you were gonna knock up one of em hoes” (I am so sorry. Long live hoes. Be proud of your hoeness)

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh at the comment, shaking his head as he sat on his wooden desk.

“Nah. Just a beautiful girl who needs a little push” He shrugged, eyes trained on his glass as if it were the most interesting thing in the whole room. He was just hoping he’d change the subject.

“Her name?” Anthony led on.

“Not important” Sebastian breathed out, eyes meeting his as he raised an eyebrow. Adjusting in his seat as he fixed his tie. Hoping he’d change the subject.

“Whatever” Anthony laughs. “Anyway, I gotta go. Have a meeting in half-hour”

Sebastian nods in understanding, glass pressed against his lips. Watching as his best friend leaves his temporary office.

After a few seconds of sitting there, skimming over the papers scattered over the desk. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, shaking his head at the thoughts that consumed him. It was almost unbelievable how his thoughts could change from what his next deal was to how you’d be doing, and if you were safe.

He knew damn well that there were bad men at the club that night, he knew they were watching. And it worried him that they’d take it the wrong way, causing you to be in danger.

“Well it seems like you know everything about me, so why don’t you tell me about yourself. I bet it’s much more interesting than my shitty life” She chuckled, though I could barely hear it due to the irritating music that was being played throughout the club. It was adorable, actually. Before I could come up with a lame ass excuse for a profession, I noticed a couple of men in the vip area whispering to one another each other, their gaze firmly on her.

“It’s really crawdad in here, let’s go outside” I lied, wanting to get her out before something happens.

“No” She simply stated. Causing me to stop my movement, I was shocked. I let out a cough as I recomposed myself at the unexpected answer.

“This is how things work. I walk out with you, you tell me your oh so tragic childhood which causes me to pity you. Soon, once I’m under your spell, you chloroform me and a white van appears out of nowhere and I’ll be part of an illegal sex and drug trafficking ring” She gave me an innocent smile. There was no reasoning with her, so I moved closer as if to protect her.

“I’d actually be much more creative in kidnapping people”

“Y/n, it’s been a week. I can’t believe it’s taken you this fucking long to find one guy” Jeremy hisses as he passes back and forth in the kitchen, where you sat in one of the stools.

“It’s not easy, okay. This guy literally just disappeared in midair. It’s driving me crazy” You groan, elbows resting on the table as you ran your fingers through your hair in frustration.

It’s been exactly a week since you’ve received that money, and you were growing desperate everyday trying to find the mystery man who dropped it on your front door. By the fourth day you kind of gave up. Juggling three jobs and taking care of all your siblings was stressful enough, and playing Where’s Waldo was not how you decided to spend the rest of your days. So your only choose was to tell Camille about the whole situation. You put your faith in her, she was the closest thing to an FBI, and so you were certain she would find him.

“I hate to break it to you, but we’re going to have to use that money eventually” Your head shot up and the sound of your other brother, Cameron.

“What-“

“I told him” Jeremy sighs while leaning against the counter, one arm resting on his hip.

“We are not going to use that money.” You firmly say.

“Why not?” Cameron snickers in disbelief.

“We’re running out of food, there’s no water and I’m pretty sure Ethan is selling drugs. Jeremy’s tuition is up his ass and we just got an eviction notice. We have no other choice, Y/n” He finishes, his eyes sad.

“Give me some time and we’ll find a way to pay off everything.” You sigh sadly. He was right, this money could help with at least some problems you had. Before you could make another promise, your front door opened and shuts with a loud bang.

“I found that motherfucker” Walks in Camille with a piece of paper in her hand. Her brows raised and lips pursed.

“Him? As in, him, him?” I asked hopeful, brows raised as I got up immediately walking over to her.

“Yeah, but, I think we need to talk first about your...plan” She sighs, causing you to shake your head in confusion at her change in mood.

“What about it? I’m going to give it back, just like we talked.” You confirm, looking at her, then back at Jeremy and Cameron, confused.

“Yeah well, it won’t be as easy as we thought.” You could already tell she was hiding something.

“Why not?” You press on. Suddenly confused as to why her chocolate face turned pale, or her tongue pressed against her cheek as she looked down at the piece of paper still her hand.

“Well the guys you hooked up with happens to be Sebastian Stan.” She sassed, hands on her hips and a brow raised—a posture a mother only a mother would give at her disobedient child. Which made you feel slightly uncomfortable—but the confused laugh that ripped from your throat only caused her to stare harder. By the looks of the two males still in the kitchen—they seemed to know exactly who it was.

“So who the hell is he?” You sigh, throwing yourself on the couch, a head starting to form. You rest you elbows on your knees—staring blankly at the black tv.

“Only the most dangerous man in the whole damn country. Goddamn it Y/n, what the hell where you thinking?”

“I-I don’t know” You couldn’t help but stutter. You were disappointed in yourself, and you could tell that he was too. And there was no worse feeling than the feeling of letting your family down. You felt like a child being scolded. Their eyes piercing into your tensed frame. You could feel the disappointment in Jeremy’s eyes, the shock in Cameron’s, and the sympathy in Camille’s. It was overwhelming, you feel like you just committed the worst crime—or maybe you were just overthinking the whole situation —all of you were. All you had to do was give the money back.

“I’ll fix it” You closed your eyes while taking a deep breathe. “I’ll fix all of this” You confirmed, mostly to yourself. “Just tell me everything you know about the guy-“before you could finish your sentence, the phone in your pocket started to ring, startling you in the process.

“It’s a private number” You whispered once you took the phone out and read the ID caller. You looked at Camille—as if asking permission. But all she gave you was a shrug, brows furrowed in confusion. You took a deep breathe before answering in a rush.

“Hello?”

“I hope you put that money in good use” Came a deep raspy voice. Confusion filled your body, but your mind went back to that in the club—his soft lips against the shell of your ear as he whispered profanity’s in the dirty bathroom. You breathe hitches in your throat, eyes wide in shock.

“Who the hell is it!?” Hissed Cameron, clearly worried.

“What the hell do you want?” You spat as you recomposes yourself. Jeremy seemed to know exactly who it was due to his reaction. It’s like his whole body shut down as he ran his fingers through his hair letting out a breathy fuck.

“Whoa there dragă, not need to get so defensive” His calm voice only seemed to fuel you even more. “That’s no way to speak to the man who sent you very generous gift” He finishes, and you could almost see the smirk on his beautiful face.

“Oh so this is a privilege?” You scoffed. “Well guess what, dipshit, I don’t fucking want it, so both you come and get it or stop hiding behind *67 and tell me where you are. We don’t need your goddamn charity” You finished your rant, anger radiating off you at the nerve of this guy. You felt proud of yourself, but your confidence faded into thin air when you looked at the three people still in your living room who’s faces where drained from color.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You really hate people trying to help, don’t you?”

“I’m not a damsel in distress needing saving, Sebastian”

“Fine, come find me. I’ve been itching to see you again, if I’m being honest.” It was pitiful of you, but you swear you just felt your heart skip a beat at his words.

“How do I do that” You spat, not letting the words affect you the way you knew he wanted them too.

“Looks like your friends got that covered” He says seriously while hanging the phone up.

“He’ll kill you” Jeremy says while shaking his head, walking toward the saris, Cameron following hesitantly behind him.

You sigh I defeat, like your whole body just shut down after the comment.

Here you are, fucking your family over once again.

“This is not a good idea, Y/n. In fact, this is a very, very bad idea.” Camille speaks, eyes focused on the road but you could clearly tell how worried she was by the way her forehead wrinkled as her brows furrowed in worry.

“God, I don’t need this right now. I would’ve brought Jeremy if I wanted a freaking lecture about my shitty choose in decision.” You sigh as run your clammy fingers through your hair.

“And all for what? Because he left you some money? Now that’s some bullshit right there.” She scoffs, obviously ignoring your obvious annoyance at another lecture.

“Yes, Camille. Because he left some money. I mean, who the fuck does he think he is? My knight and shining armor? No, fuck that. Him and his money.” You spat loudly, index finger pointing at the windshield as if he was right there. Noticing your best friend’s eyes softening, you immediately cooled off.

“This is very dangerous. Just, don’t let your temper get the best of you while you’re with him. IF you even get to see him.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” You smiled softly, reaching out to grab the hand that was firmly gripping onto the steering wheel.

“Plus, he said he told his ‘men’ to escort me in or whatever” You chuckled as you shook your head at the silly thought. Completely missing the flash of worry crossing Camille’s eyes.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” You demanded bravely. The room was dim, you could barely see your surroundings other than the middle, where you were met directly with his back, his very sweaty back. The cries of pain that came from his front caused you to lose your composer, just slightly — enough for you to regain it before he noticed. Sebastian stopped his movement slowly turning around, seemingly confused at the sudden interruption. Blood covered sleeves rolled up to his elbows, knuckles bruised and a half unconscious body lying motionless on a broken chair, face so beaten you could hardly identify the person. Which is what Sebastian was going for.

You were aghast, to say the least. Your eyes winded in shock, gripping your cross body bag (where you kept the money) tightly, your body shaking slightly at what you were witnessing.

A smirked formed on his lips as he watched your frightening state. He was amused at your bravery, hearing you walk in like you owned the place. Cussing at every single man that tried to stop you from walking any further. Of course he knew none of them would hurt you because of his orders. But he liked it. Liked your fierceness. But seeing you shocked with terror made him go somewhat soft on the inside. Wanting to cover your eyes from the brutality that was in front of you as if you were a kid.

“Come, let’s talk outside so you don’t have to see any of this” He coughs out, motioning you to follow. Without question, you did. Not standing the sight of the poor man who laid half dead in a rusty chair, his pleads and cries of terror would surly leave a mark on you.

“Why’d you do that?” You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat roughly, almost sure he heard it. You fought hard against the tears that were threading to spell out, you hated to admit it, but under your tough girl act you were sensitive. And seeing an innocent man (to you at least) lay so helplessly made your head shatter.

“He stole from me” He shrugged. As if it was the most normal think ever. As if he does this once a freaking week, as if he was play miniature golf with his high school friends.

“And who the fuck are you? Pablo Escobar” You replied sarcastically, pulling yourself together, not wanting him to smell your fear. He let out a short laugh, shaking his head while stopping in front of a large door.

Well his laugh made him sound less intimidating. It almost made you forget the sight of him killing a person only seconds ago. Almost.

“Come on in. We’ll talk in here.” He gives an attempt at giving you a small smile, you appreciated it. But then you remembered why you were here in the first place. And whatever you were feeling at the moment was replaced with anger.

“What are you trying to do here, huh? Some charity work? You took pity on me and now you wanna be the good fucking guy and help out? No, fuck that and fuck you. I can handle my own shit and I don’t need a stranger coming to my rescue. I’ve done this my whole life alone and I’ve been fine, we’ve been fine. So you can politely fuck off.” You were out of breathe, you were angry, completely forgetting the fact that he was extremely dangerous. Menacing.

After a long pause, he spoke.

“Did my men treat you right? There wasn’t any hassle?” He furrowed his eyebrows. Clearly changing the subject.

“Don’t you fucking dare” You tilted your head to the side, finger pointing accusingly at him.

“I was just trying to do you a favor.” He sighs, hands up in surrender.

“Well I don’t need your favors. I don’t even know you. Just because you took a lucky guess on how shitty my life is doesn’t mean you know me either.” You went from pointing at the ceiling, to him and then to you. “So here’s your money back. I don’t want it” You spat, hands harshly opening your bag and pulling out the stacks of money. Your hair was all over you face, but you could tell his hands were crossed over his chest. Lips pursed in hilarity.

“Don’t do that.” He sighs as he lays his enormous hands on the stack of money that was placed next to him on his desk, reviewing it. After a few seconds he looks at you, eyes squinting as if he was trying to memorize every detail. He then proceeded to walk toward you slowly, as if taking his time. It made you feel small.

You looked at the ground, once again, swallowing the lump in your throat as you felt his body heat on yours. You were faced to face with his chest, refusing to look up. His breath dancing over your forehead. And it took everything in you not to lean in, even though he wasn’t touching you.

Then you dared speak.

“Where you even telling the truth?” You whispered, the words barely audible. But by the way his breathed hitched in his throat, you knew he heard.

“What do you mean?” He gritted his teeth, staring at you dead in the eyes as pulled away from you, making you whine at the loss of heat. But he didn’t notice, lucky for you. He crossed his arms over his chest. You didn’t even think about your next words, or the consequences that would follow—but you didn’t dare hesitate.

“The night in the club. Your mother. Was she really sick? Or was that some bullshit excuse. Did your dad really leave you and your mother to die? Or was that also part of the plan. Fuck, is your name even Sebastian?” You snickered. Even though the situation was far from funny. The disbelief of the situation you had gotten yourself into was so unbelievable that you couldn’t help it when the noise escaped past your lips. And just like that, he was red. You could practically see the smoke coming from his ears as his eyes changed from a light blue mischief to a dark blue hatred.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?” He yelled, letting his temper got the best of him. You jumped back in surprise, not expecting the outburst at all, but you knew it would happen. “I never lied to you, Y/n. I’d never joke about my mother’s sickness just for a fun story. My father did leave us, he left us for dead. And he paid for it. Just like every single person that was with him.” His breathe was uneven, he clearly had more to say—he was struggling to keep calm and you didn’t know why.

“What did you do, Sebastian? You killed him? Huh, is that was you did? Is that how you solve all your messes?” You raised your voice—edging him on. His outburst caused your own anger to bubble up in you.

“Yes. I fucking killed him, is that what you want to fucking hear, Y/n? I’m a fucking killer, a murderer. I sell drugs and guns. I’m a fucking drug lord. It’s what I fucking do. Don’t you get that?” His face was red due to all the movement he was causing and yelling, the vein on his neck prominent. You finally caught a glimpse of his belt. You froze in fear as you saw the gun that was tucked neatly under his leather belt. All the possibilities of you being killed ran through you mind and the fact that he was confessing to his crimes made it worse. “I kill people, I’ll kill anyone who stands in my fucking way.” His eyes where dark, intimidating. He confessed his dues even though you were already aware. But you didn’t get the answer you quite wanted. You were stepping on dangerous grounds, but you chose to ignore the gun that was tucked away in his belt, in a position where he could swiftly grab it and shoot you dead before you could even scream. But you continued, because you were just like that.

“How’d you kill him?” You spoke softly. His eyes immediately lit up as a sinister smile crept on his lips. And he spoke slowly, as if taking his time in remembering each detail.

“I chopped off each of his limbs off one by one as he watched in horror, not being able to do anything other than scream in agony. Started with his hands, cut off each finger before cutting his whole hand off. He didn't deserve them anyway.” He shrugged as if it was nothing. But it made your skin crawl. “I’d watch him beat my mother countless times, and I was unable to do anything; to defend her. But when I knew the power I had, I did something. Something I dreamt of doing for years. Then, I chopped off his feet. And you know what I did next? I ripped his fucking heart out while he was barely conscious. And I don’t regret a single thing.” He smirks while shaking his head, sinful tongue poking out just slightly out of his now dry mouth. His once perfect hair messed up by all the times his ran his dried bloody hands through it. Face red and sweaty as he calmed down from his outburst. Your brows were furrowed—fist clench tightly as you looked up at him. You somehow knew he was missing details.

Before he could even think of speaking (only adding to you infuriated mood) you jumped on him, legs poorly wrapped around his waist, arms holding onto his broad shoulder and lips smashing into his. Surprisingly, he did not hesitate to kiss you back just as aggressively. You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of his mouth. All you could taste was alcohol, weed and a hint of mint. Normally you’d be repulsed by this, but all you could think about was how amazing his lips felt on yours, how amazing his tasted in your tongue.

You could feel his smirk against your wet lips—and just for a second did you realize what you were doing—how desperate you must look right now. His smirk against your mouth infuriated you, causing you to bite his bottom lip harshly with a moan—causing him to growl animalistic. And god you could come right then and there. Small drops of blood seeping out of the cut your teeth made only made him look even more ravishing. Your tongue darts passed your lips as you took a slow lick over the wound, collecting the little blood that was shown—and wince coming out of him.

The heat in your core intensifying. Your short spell on him quickly vanished as soon as his rough and bloody hands went up to grab your ass giving it a tight squeeze. The moan that slipped out of your mouth only seemed to fuel him. Cautiously, he walked both of you toward his desk, careful not to break the kiss—and careful not make both of you fall. Your lips trailed desperately along his stubbled cheek, sharp jawline and neck, immediately licking a stripe up the vein that was popping out. His eyes closed momentarily, swallowing harshly as he relishes the feeling of your warm, wet mouth worshiping his neck.

Lazily, he cleared the area while dropping you on top. Wasting no time in taking your jeans off—buttons barely off, you were certain he broke them, but his face buried between your breast wouldn’t allow you to think. Once your pants where off, he forcefully opened your legs, causing a loud moan to slip past your lips as you felt your legs stretch deliciously. You could feel him chuckle against your cheek, a hand coming up to squeeze your chin between his finger, while the other didn’t hesitate to harshly slip under your underwear.

Wasting no time in separating your lips with his index and pinky finger to have a better angle to use his middle and ring finger and rubbing your clit harshly. Letting out small whimpers as you desperately bucked your hips into his hand. He moaned as he felt your warm pussy pulsing into his hand. It was heavenly, never had a man been so rough with you, and the fact that this wasn’t just a random man, but a feared mob boss. His dick was hard, fighting against hid dress pants, it was thick, extremely. The mere thought of having it in your mouth made your mouth water and your pussy wetter. This whole situation was dangerous. The hand of killer as buried deep in your underwear and all you could think about was sucking his dick.

“Fuck baby, you’re getting wetter by the second” He groans as dips his middle and ring finger down to your slit, collecting the juices that shameless fell out of you—only to bring his wet fingers back up to your clit, making it easier for him to rub. You couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“God, i wanna suck your dick so bad” You let the pornographic moan out, causing him to let out a growl—then a snicker. Your face was red in embarrassment at the sudden confession, but you didn’t give a fuck at this point. The hand that was still tightly wrapped around your chin, forcefully pulled you into a kiss. Teeth clashing against each other, tongues exploring each other mouths. It wasn’t even a kiss due to how desperate it was. It was an erotic scene.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be sure to put this sassy mouth to good use” He smirked. And if it weren't for your immense attraction to him, and in the current position you were in. You probably would've slapped him. But his words were nothing but hot and provocative.

And in just minutes, you felt your orgasm approaching, just by his fingers. Pathetic. You knew he could sense it just by the way your clit kept pulsing on his fingers.

“Oh, is my baby gonna cum already. Just by my fingers.” He whispered while licking your parted lips. A cockily look on his sweaty face. All you could do was nod pathetically as your head rolled back, brows knitted together and eyes shut tightly.

“Open your fucking eyes.” He growls as he hands harshly grabs your chin once again. This only caused an even louder moan to come from you. It made you 10 time horny at how rough he was being.

“I’m-i th-im about to cum-“ You whined rather loudly, hands that were once gripping his wooden desk reached up to his clothes shoulders, gripping at them desperately. And you felt it, your climax just around the corner. But before your orgasm could wash over you, a loud, obnoxious knock sounded throughout the whole office. His fingers immediately stilled on your beating clit, causing you to lean forward with a cry.

“No!” You couldn’t help but whine. You could feel how tensed and angry Sebastian was at the sudden interruption.

“Come in!” He shouted—making your eyes go wide in shock, and mouth agape. Especially since his hands was still inside your underwear. You tried to move away from him but he held you still, fingers still roughly placed on your sensitive clit.

“Sir we-“The built man stopped abruptly in his track, eyes wide at the sight. Sebastian only turned lightly to get a good look at his face, his face was unreadable, completely emotionless, making the man squirm under his gaze.

You could only imagine what you looked like. Sweaty, hair stuck to your face with euphoric yet embarrassed features. You wrapped your arms around Sebastian’s neck, burying your head in his neck at an attempt to cover yourself from the man. You could feel his smile as he kissed the top of your head. You would’ve thought it was a sweet gesture if his hand wasn’t buried in your underwear. In front of another dangerous man.

“Yes?” Sebastian asked—clearly irritated by the sudden interruption and the lack of information he was giving.

“Um—the-the crates, they’re here, sir” The man coughs, eye everywhere except Sebastian’s eyes, afraid he’d piss him off. And eyes definitely not on you. Knowing the consequences if ever looked at his girl.

“I’ll be right out.” Sebastian says irritably, making the buff man leave quickly.

With a sigh, he softly took his hands out, making you whimper at the loss of contact. His hands were wrinkled due to your juice, but with the cool air, they began to dry. That didn’t stop him from sucking on them as if it were frosty on a cake. You bit your lips at the sight.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t finish you off properly, dragă.” He says sadly. You couldn’t lie, you were disappointed yourself.

“But if you give me a chance, I’d love to take you out to dinner. Then I can fuck you like you deserve.” He ran his tongue across his bruised lip. You couldn’t help but blush at how explicit he was, even when trying to be romantic.

“Hmm. I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it” You shrugged—smiling innocently at him as you hop off his desk. The wetness in your core started drying up, making it uncomfortable to even stand. Sebastian smirked as he nodded his head, leaning against the same spot you were sat on as he watched you pull your pants back up.

“I’m not an easy man to contact, how will I know your answer?” He bit his lips.

“You obviously know where I live and have my number” You teased. Walking back up to him and pulling him down boldly for a much more passionate and slow kiss, completely different from the ones you had moments ago. It felt nice—having his warm lips against yours. One hand draped lazily around your waist while your arm was draped lazily around his neck.

“I’ll see you around.” You whispered breathlessly while slowly dragging your hands from his neck, down to his chest as if to pull him away. Your foreheads still touching, lips caught between your lips. He was so intoxicating, it almost made your head throb. None of you finding the strength to pull away from each other. Weirdly enough, you felt safe in his arms, warm and it just felt right.

“I have to go” You whispered; nodding mostly to yourself — reminding yourself.

“Okay, baby” He nods, yet made no effort in pulling away. So you mustered up all the strength you had in your drained body and pulled away, his hands reaching for yours as he gave you one last kiss. Letting it linger around. And cue the butterflies. You felt like little school girl when her crush finally notices her. But you didn’t care at all.

“I’ll be waiting for that response” He hollers, arms crossed over his chest. Yet again, that infamous smudge look took place on his beautiful face.

“You just have to be patient, Stan” You winked as, not sparing him another glance as you walked out, immediately being met by one of his many bodyguards to escort you out. But not before Sebastian have them a murderous look.

Once out, you ran straight toward the abandoned warehouse where you had left Camille parched just in case something happened. Ready to tell her everything that had happened. The thought of him being a mafia leader far from forgotten.

“Hey, Vince” Sebastian calls, phone pressed tightly on the phone, one hand crossed under the arm that held the phone.

“I need you to keep an eye out on Y/n Y/l/n, 24/7. Her and her whole entire family. No- I don’t fucking care. Yes, even the fucking cashier at her local supermarket. Just keep an eye on her. Yeah, she knows too much, we can’t risk it.” He sighs, staring at the spot where you once stood.

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footballerimaginess · 4 years

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Dad’s The Word

A mauricio pochettino fanfic Requested by @maddie786 Word Count: 1,020 I know he is no longer Tottenham manager - but I have such an idea for this. So bare with me, this could be a long one haha! Your dad had called you in, you needed to go and see him at work. Luckily the security and everyone knew who you were. So they always let you into the gated car park.

“Dad, why did you make me get up so early to see you? I don’t feel well” you said as you walked into his office and hugged him. “Well, hello to you too darling” He sarcastically replied as he rubbed your cheek. “What is wrong?” He faced you. “I just have a headache” you pouted at him. “So why did you call me in?” you asked him again. “I wanted you to come to work with me today. I barely get to see you and I know you will do good here. Anyway I need someone to help me with my computers and stuff” he told you. “Really dad, okay. I suppose I am here now, I will help you” you laughed as you sat at his desk, putting your feet on the desk. Mauricio Pochettino was your dad, you were the only one in the family who wasn’t working within football. “Feet off” he tutted at you as he pushed them off of his table. Mauricio put his coat on, as he was going outside for training. “Can I come dad?” you asked him. “Are you sure?” you nodded. “Yes, I want to see you at your best. Then I can see Seb too” you asked him. “Sure come on then. No flirting with the boys, I need them on top form” Mauricio replied. “DADDD” You shouted, hitting his arm. “Dad who do you take me for?” you laughed at him. You and him both walked out to the training pitches. “Are you cold?” Mauricio asked you as he pulled his jacket off. “Thanks” you smiled as he draped it around your shoulders. - The boys were coming out for training. “Who is that with the gaffer?” The boys asked as they approached you both. “Isn’t that his daughter?” Harry Winks replied. “Oh damn” They laughed at the boys reaction. “So we have my daughter here with me. So best behaviour please” you laughed at his comments as you watched the boys. As you looked up you caught Eric’s attention. You smiled at him and felt your face turning red. You pulled the coat up, so you didn’t let dad see how red you were. He would have killed you if he knew you were flirting with the boys. The boys run around to warm up. Sebastiano comes up to you. “Why are you here?” He asked. “Dad rung me in, he wanted me to work on stuff on the computer.” You said to him. “Oh right okay. Dad can never use that computer, no wonder why you are here. So what is going on with you? I haven’t seen you much.” He asked. “I am okay, got a banging headache though” He laughed. “Heavy night?” you laughed as you pushed your brother in the chest. “Shh, dad doesn’t need to know that.” you whispered. “I swear my headache is so disgusting. Why does Dad always manage to bring me in on the most inconvenient days?” you sighed. “He probably knows you are hungover. Maybe you can go inside if you don’t feel good. He has also given you a warning about being with the boys hasn’t he?” Sebastiano smirked, teasing his younger sister. “Yes he did. I have no idea why, I don’t go for every man I see” you hid your face as you saw him approaching you. “Y/N, can you come here? Stop talking” you followed him onto one of the training pitches. “What am I going to do with you? You are like a a moody teenager” He said. “Dad I am 21, I am ha-” you paused realising you almost blurted out how hungover you were. “I am what?” You shook your head.

“Never mind” you shook your head. You grabbed your head as it was really hurting you now. “Hmm” he murmured as he stopped you. “Go on, inside. You are hungover aren’t you” You weakly nodded, avoiding eye contact. “What am I going to do with you? Come here” He grips your arm as you fell into his body. “Sorry” you whispered into him. “You need to get a job, come work with me. I will try and get you a job here. You shouldn’t be drinking darling. I know things haven’t gone too well. I am worried about you” He said, before pressing his lips to your head. “I am fine dad. I am okay I promise” you told him. But did you really mean that. You knew he cared about you, you were so scared. Your boyfriend had cheated on you, with your best friend and she announced she was pregnant. You were utterly heartbroken. How somebody could do that to you. You were supposed to have moved in with him, “You aren’t fine, you are hurting. It is understandable darling. Come on lets get you in my office, we can sort stuff out then okay” you nodded as he hugged you again. Only your closest family knew what you were going through. You didn’t feel the need to be hurting in front of everyone. You were having a world of emotions right now and maybe this is just what you needed. You sat in his office as Mauricio had a meeting with his assistants. Seb was standing at the door as you were on your computer. “Are you okay? Dad said you weren’t doing too well still” He sat down opposite you. “I don’t know Seb. I am so angry with everything. I suppose this hangover isn’t helping how bad my mood is now. Urgh why I hate people” you sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me what happened? Dad told me all about it. I am sorry” he hugged you. “Its alright Seb, didn’t want to bore you with my boy troubles. Is it not cringe telling your brother about it when a boy is a dick towards you” You laughed, “Its fine” he replied. Part 2 is coming because I can see this going on a full on series!

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forever-more-never-again · 5 years

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A Different Kind of Family

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1737

Warnings: None

Pairing: None

Request: How about a avengers x cast reader where u have to go through the audition process similar to Tom Holland’s and u maybe have a screen test where there’s a portion of the script where it’s either in a different language or you have to do a trick (like Holland lol..) and the Russo’s and stuff are there and u get the part and maybe some first day on set fluff. Maybe a friendly athletic competition between the reader and some of the male cast members and the reader (female) wins... <3

Masterlist

“Sorry!” You yelled back at the woman you had almost tripped, not breaking from your run.

You were so late. So, so late. Your alarm clock had not gone off this morning and you scrambled. You couldn’t miss this audition. Not after your agent had worked so hard to get it for you.

Knowing how much you loved the Marvel Universe.

The doors practically came off their hinges as you burst into the office.

“I’m here!” You panted, leaning over, your hands on your knees as you caught your breath.

“[Y/n] [L/n], I presume?” A scornful woman's voice reached your ears.

Feeling heat in your cheeks, you looked up at the receptionist and saw the dislike on her face.

Dredging up your courage, you walked up to the desk, “Yes. I apologize for being late. Is there any chance that the Directors could see my audition today?”

The woman sighed as if you had asked for the moon, but clicked on her computer before picking up her phone and waiting. Holding up a perfectly manicured nail at you, she pursed her lips.

“Yes. Your Ten o’clock is here at Noon. Do you still wish to-” She was cut off abruptly by whoever was on the other line.

Grimacing, she listened. Her eyebrows pinching together in anger and frustration.

“But sir...Yes. Okay.” Hanging up, she faced you, “Room 213. They’re waiting for you.”

You smiled, not letting her get under your skin, “Thank you.”

Walking down the hallways, you reviewed the script in your head. You had poured over it the past few days until you had it memorized.

Room 213. You knocked politely before clicking the handle and opening the door.

“Hello? I’m [Y/n] [L/n]..is this-?”

Three men turned at your entrance.

“[Y/n]! Thanks for joining us! Your agent only told us great things. Why don’t you get situated up by the screen and we’ll do a quick read-through before we move to the stunts?”

You nodded along to the words, but your attention was on the third man. Chris Evans was standing in front of you, smiling, in a stretched grey t shirt.

“Hello. [Y/n], right?” Chris stretched a hand out towards you.

You shook yourself out of your stupid and reminded yourself to act professionally. Shaking his hand you nodded, “Yup. You’ll be reading with me?”

His laugh was so pure.

“Yeah, Joe and Anthony asked me here today.” He looked over at the two middle aged men sitting behind the table.

“Well...let’s get started. Since I was late. I’m sorry for that…” You bowed your head slightly at the men.

Joe laughed you off, “Nonsense. From what we’ve seen of you onstage and what your agent told us, I think it will be worth the wait. Why don’t you take it from page 16?”

You filed through the pages in your mind until you found the scene he was talking about.

Mulling it over, you nodded and got into position across from Chris Evans.

Captain America:(Looking sternly around the room) Hydra has gone too far this time. Using children as a shield so that we can’t openly attack.

[Character]:(maintain eye contact) I thought I knew what they would do next...It’s my fault we failed the mission.

Captain America:(Walk over, place hand on shoulder) We don’t place blame. You told us what you knew. And it did help.

[Character] walks away, muttering

[Character]: Ich dachte, wir hätten es diesmal (I thought we had them this time)

“Alright, we’ll stop there!” Anthony called out.

You squinted, sure that you had messed up on the translation. You had practiced the German words, but they still felt odd and tough coming out of your mouth.

“Chris!” Joe called the actor over with a wave of his hand and the three men huddled up.

You shifted your weight, wondering if you were done, if you were supposed to leave, or what.

When you decided to leave, and reached the door, the three men broke apart and scanned the room.

“[Y/n]!” Chris was smiling.

You paused, turning back to them. “Thank you for the opportunity to Audition.” You bowed your head again.

“[Y/n].” You raised your head as Joe said your name. He was smiling as well. He shared a look with Anthony before looking at you again, “Welcome to the Marvel Universe.”

It took a moment for his words to register. You bounced, your excitement threatening to break through, “Wait! You mean?”

Chris came over and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, “Welcome to the cast! You got the part!”

Two months later, you were walking onto the set for the first time. Your eyes wide and your whole body practically vibrating with anticipation.

You thanked all that was right in the world that your alarm clock had actually gone off. It wouldn’t do to be late to auditions and the first day on set.

“Hey! You must be [Y/n]! Chris told us about your audition!” A man you recognized from the movies and news walked around cameras to you, a broad smile on his face.

“Hi! Yes, you must be Sebastian.”

The man laughed loudly, “Please, call me Seb! So..you’re going to be playing my Hydra counterpart. You ready?”

You bounced, “Yes! I’m so excited! This is a dream come true!”

“I’ve heard that before.” Another man walked up.

Sebastian pounded his back, causing the man to stumble, “Awe, Come on Anthony, be a little more happy for the new cast mate.”

Anthony smirked at you, “Welcome to hell. Enjoy your stay.”

You couldn’t help the giggle.

“Are you boys trying to taint the newbie already?” Scarlett Johansson walked up to the group, dressed in her black widow outfit.

“Oh my gosh...Scarlett! I’m a big fan!” You held out your hand, shaking the laughing woman’s hand.

“So young and energetic.”

“I see you all met [Y/n].”

You whirled around, “Hi Chris!”

Chris Evans walked over with the rest of the cast with him.

“Everyone, meet [Y/n]. [Y/n] meet...everyone.”

The next few minutes was chaos as people introduced themselves and asked you a million questions.

Your smile was going to break your face if you weren’t careful.

“Alright. Let’s put you to the test.”

You turned with a confused look at Sebastian and Anthony, both were wearing a scary looking smirk.

You hesitated, “A test?”

Seb nodded sagely, “To prove that you belong in the Marvel Universe.”

Now you were more confused, “But..I already got the part…?”

Tom Holland put an arm over your shoulders, glaring playfully at the two grown men, “Don’t fight it, [Y/n]. It’s just them pranking you. You’ll get used to it.”

You nodded. “Alright.”

Anthony paced before you, “I challenge you to beat Chris Evans in a coffee race.”

“A coffee race?”

Chris piped up, smiling, chuckling, “Why me?”

Sebastian ignored him as he took over Anthony, “You two will race to get a specific order that me and Anthony will text to you as soon as you leave here. First to return with the correct order, wins.”

You laughed, “This is just your way of getting free coffee...isn't it?”

Tom Holland laughed beside you, “My first time on set, they had me run and buy a carrot cake. This is most definitely them trying to get free coffee.”

You thought it over, then shrugged. Turning to Chris, you outstretched your arm for a handshake, “May the best cast member win.”

Chris shook your head, flexing his muscles a little to show off, “Oh, you’re on.”

Soon bets were being placed, money exchanging hands.

Anthony and Sebastian pulled out their phones.

Anthony yelled out, “Ready! Set! Go!”

You took off with a laugh. Racing out. You knew the perfect coffee shop. It was a block away, you had scooped it out earlier that week.

Chris ran in a different direction, but you couldn’t focus on where he was going.

Your phone dinged with an incoming message and you read the text.

[Unknown] 9:58am: Your order is a Caramel Macchiato, Venti, Skim, Extra Shot, Extra-Hot, Extra-Whip, Sugar-Free. Good luck :)

You smirked.

Bursting into the cafe. You startled the barista. A young teen.

Running to the counter, you laughed, “Sorry! I’m in a race and I have to order this.” You showed the kid your text message.

He got a knowling gleam in his eye and smiled at you. “Well let’s make sure you win then. Stacy! Veronica! Get up here and help!” He yelled to the backroom.

Two young women walked out and once you explained to them what was going on, they were full of laughter and rushing around the machines to get your drink done.

Only ten minutes had gone by when your drink was presented to you, two paper cups to prevent you from burning yourself.

“Thanks! I’ll tell you guys how it goes if I see you later!” You yell back as you run out of the cafe.

Breathing hard, you burst back onto set, hand holding the coffee outstretched. “Got it!”

Everyone had been standing around talking. They froze and turned to you, shocked, “How did you get back so fast? Did you drive?” Anthony asked, suspiciously.

You shook your head, right as the door banged open behind you and a sweaty Chris Evans ran in, covered in spilled coffee.

“[Y/n]?” He asked, surprised to see you there already.

You muffled a giggle, “What happened to you?” A giggle slipped out.

Chris sighed, “I spilt the first cup, so I had to run back and reorder it.”

Sebastian walked forward, taking the cup from you, “Which Cafe did you go to?”

You waved in the general direction, “The one on the street a block over. It’s pretty small. I nearly missed it when I was exploring earlier this week.”

Everyone shared confused looks, “There’s a cafe that close and you guys never realized it?” You asked, realization dawning on you.

You started laughing, and soon everyone else joined in.

“Well. Thanks [Y/n]. You won me fifty bucks!” Tom Holland patted your back as he headed towards the set.

“Alright guys! We’re ready for you!” Anthony and Joe Russo yelled.

“Welcome to the Marvel Universe, kid. It’s a different kind of family...but it’s a good one.” Chris smiled at you.

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nenestansunsthings · 4 years

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"We need food" for the Day Breaks AU!

“Damn it,” Berry swore, setting down another can of rotten food. “Inedible again. Of course. We need food and the only kind we can find is going to kill us.”

The stores they still had underground were still plentiful, of course, but Sebastian had been getting worried about running out again. And it had been so long since either of them had eaten anything cooked, anything not frozen or dried or something. Maybe if either of them knew how to cook it would be better. Maybe if–

No. They cut that thought off quickly. They did not need to think about that right now.

It was two in the morning, still dark as midnight, but that didn’t do anything to lessen the unease they couldn’t help but feel. Outside the relative protection of the broken glass convenience store doors, they could hear the sloshing, gurgling gait of the monsters, the mutated voices with which they laughed to themselves and spoke to themselves and screamed to the people trying not to hear. There wasn’t anything still usable here, past some hard candies that at least they would like. Maybe it was time to go?

… Yeah. Maybe.

They’d found a sweater that looked about Seb’s size an hour or so before, when they’d raided what remained of the grocery store. Socks, too, and scarves and coats and enough blankets to make curtains around the entrance door just in case. That and whatever other essentials they could find. There weren’t many that weren’t worn and questionable under the unforgiving heat of the sun.

Alright. Going-home-time. If they were getting that antsy it was probably best to get somewhere safe. They’d found more dried fish and granola bars, at the least. Berry slung their backpack over their shoulders, pulled their hood over their face, and ventured back out into the night.

It was cold, somehow. It seemed almost incongruent, for a world where the endless sun meant death to be cold. But it was nearing the end of autumn, and while the longer nighttime period of winter would help a lot if they ever needed to make a break for it, the cold… Would being underground help with the cold? Would they have enough layers to go out in the winter? If anyone else was alive- um- found their way there– would they have enough layers? How the hell were they supposed to plan for a winter during the apocalypse when they couldn’t even trust the heat of the sun?

That was okay, Berry told themself. They’d figure it out. They’d figure it-

They froze.

The entrance to the tunnels was being blocked. And by a 001-A instance, too. Even from this distance, they could hear the voice faintly singing. “Rose, rose, rose red, will I ever see thee wed? I will marry at thy will, sir, at thy will.”

Berry swore their heart had stopped.

The thing in front of their door hummed tunelessly, reaching out with one melting hand to run its fingers over the worn steel. “… Sebastian? Are you there again? Honestly, haven’t we already talked about your staying up by the door? You really can’t do that, you know. Someone could make you open it.”

They were too far away to hear anything from inside. But they could so easily imagine Seb’s tiny, desperate sob.

“Oh, fuck that,” Berry cursed, fury boling in their veins. “Don’t you dare touch him.”

They’d been getting better at running. And the 001-As were generally pretty slow. They just had to make sure it got far away enough. If they could lure it closer, far enough from the door that it couldn’t catch them when they made a run for the door…

“Hey! Asshole!” The thing turned, and Berry steeled themself, already mapping out an escape path. “Over here!”

The 001-A paused, tilting its head, and then something in its expression shifted. “Berry! I’m surprised to see you here. This isn’t our usual foraging day.”

“Our? What a fucking joke.” Four hours. If they got caught, they’d have four hours to get out before dawn. Maybe a little longer, but not much. Berry gritted their teeth, forcing their next words out loudly. “Hey! Since you’re here, I have a question. What the fuck did you think you were doing, leaving us like that?!”

If the things could still remember, if they could still feel… would this work, then? Would it hurt them?

… It did.

The worst part, Berry thought, was how easily they could believe it when the thing that used to be their friend paused. They shoved down the part of them that swore it saw guilt in what remained of its face. “I- Please, Berry, you can’t still hold that against me–”

“Do you really think I could?” Berry took a step back, one calculated step, and when the thing lurched forward as if to move closer they knew they had guessed its reactions right. “You’re insane if you do.”

“Berry-”

“You left us.” Another. They fought back the tears that threatened to well up at their words. “And for what? To become this? Weren’t you stronger than this? Weren’t you better than this?”

“You just don’t understand,” the thing said, dragging itself closer. “It’s not bad. You won’t die. You’re just scared. It’s alright, though. Believe me. Believe me, Henrie-”

“Don’t.”

“Henrie, I’m sorry,” Eun said, and for a moment Berry couldn’t help but think of all the times she’d said that before she’d become this.

Berry took a breath. She- It was far enough away from the door that they could do this.

They took one more step back, made sure the creature followed, and then sprinted madly for the door.

The thing screamed– that was the only word for it, screamed, loud enough that Berry swore it’d bring in every 001-A in a five-mile radius. They didn’t stop running even when it lunged forward, speeding up to reach the steel door. “Seb! Seb, let me in now, before–”

Sebastian threw the door open, pulling them inside with an unfamiliar strength, and then slammed it shut with a loud bang.

The thing reached the door barely moments later, slamming melted hands against it, but Berry locked it quickly and tugged Seb further away. He was shaking, they noted. They probably were too. Seb was still shaking when the thing swore softly, banging once more on the metal.

“Sebastian? Berry? Let me in, please.”

“No,” Seb muttered, “no, no, no, no, no-”

“It’s alright,” the thing lied. “I- Did I scare you? I’m so sorry for scaring you. Do you need a hug?”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up-”

“It’s alright, okay? Why don’t you let me in for a bit? I can make you something to calm you down. Do we still have enough flour for-?”

“Be quiet!” Seb snapped. It was enough to shut the thing up, at least. “Be quiet and stop it! Stop pretending to be her!”

“Seb, I- I think we need to go downstairs.” Berry set their hands on his shoulders, pausing until their friend looked at them. “Okay?”

“… Okay.”

“Great. You first.” They nudged Seb forward, letting him lead the way.

They did their best to ignore the tiny sigh that the thing let out, and the song it continued to sing. “Carve thy name on a moss-covered stone, on a moss-covered stone…”

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