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bbgem329 · 9 months

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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Twenty Two

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. Angst. Fluff. Mentions of injuries. Hollywood sucks. Spoiled, rich bitches. Bullying. Did I miss anything?

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April 18, 2021

You waited, breath caught in your throat for the sound of the door closing.

Two pairs of heavy steps, one dragging more than the other.

A few shared words, both voices snippy and short.

Then finally the slam of the door.

You relaxed back into the door, suddenly able to breathe again.

For the past eleven days, you’d been living like this. In a space that constantly felt like you could cut the tension with a fucking butter knife. You knew it would be bad but never could you have prepared for just how hard it would be to be around Catalina.

Hate really was a strong word… But you could officially say you meant it now when you said you hated her.

You scrubbed a hand over your face, eye catching on the pup sitting at your feet.

“What?” You huffed, throwing your arms out to the side, “Can you really blame me?”

Bentley simply titled his head and made a little huffing sound but you got what he was putting down.

Come on, mom! I gotta pee, quit being dramatic!

“You’re right.” You pulled yourself off the door with another sigh, “Let’s go, buddy.”

You pulled open the door, checking the hallway to make sure you were all clear. Laughing to yourself as you did. You damn well knew everyone was gone. With the release of Sebastian’s movie Monday two days ago, Sebastian was asked to be ‘spotted’ with Catalina in Griffith Park.

She wanted in on some of the attention he was getting through the movie and TFAWS too.

They would walk a short stretch on the main path and Eli, Seb’s assistant, would walk behind them to take a ‘candid’ picture and then they’d post it on some random Twitter account. That was the plan you’d overheard last night anyways.

You didn’t really care, as long as it got her away from you.

They wouldn’t be gone long, at least, Sebastian wouldn’t. You were honestly hoping that his team would convince her to stay somewhere else for now. He’d been on their asses about it since the moment she showed up at your doorstep on your birthday.

Realistically, you knew she wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.

Not unless they made her.

But how much power did they really have over her?

Money talks.

And her parents, or better yet, her sugar daddy, were paying lots for this fake relationship. She was going to be sure that she got everything her way.

Yeah. You could say you’d definitely learned a lot about her this week. Things you certainly would have loved to have gone without knowing your whole life.

You weren't very surprised to hear that she had a sugar daddy and the he was the one that got her this arrangement in the first place, especially when you found out he worked for Sebastian’s agency. You didn’t know much about him other than he was some older Spaniard, who previously worked as a manager for some famous European singer and that he owned a big ass yacht.

But for some reason you were surprised to find that not only was Catalina a bitch but she was a messy bitch.

And by messy, you meant literally disgusting.

Your jaw practically hit the floor when you walked into the kitchen to find a pile of dishes in the sink that weren’t there before when you scurried off to your room when you heard her bedroom door open. And by the dried food caked across the plates, it was obvious they’d been in her room for more than a couple days.

“Murder.” You hissed, fists unclenching and clenching as you glared down at the overflowing sink, “I’m going to commit murder.”

You whipped out your phone from the lulu workout jacket you’d slipped on, sending a quick, angry text.

To Smexy Seabass:

I’m fucking TIRED of cleaning up her shit.

If she is going to continue to stay here, she needs to grow the fuck up and clean her shit or she needs to hire her own personal cleaning lady.

You winced as you read the text over again, regret already bubbling up in your chest as his text bubbles appeared.

To Smexy Seabass:

I’m sorry baby. I’m not taking it on you.

I know it’s not your fault. I’m just frustrated.

From Smexy Seabass:

I’ll handle it.

You aren’t the only one but I’m still sorry.

Love you tons. Be home soon.

To Smexy Seabass:

I love you more.

You couldn’t keep living like this.

You haphazardly slid your phone across the island before trekking over to the back door to let your eager pup out into the yard.

“I’m sorry, baby boy.” You cooed softly, “Go on. We’ll go for a run in a little bit.”

He ignored you, bounding excitedly into the backyard. You took a second to watch him zoom through the yard, racing from one end to the other.

Man, life must be good when you’re a dog.

You took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it—willing to stress away with it.

You couldn’t let her get to you.

You wouldn’t let her win.

It wasn’t comfortable for her either. You and Sebastian weren’t going out of your way to make her feel accommodated–you made dinner for two and ate it together, you planned outings that didn’t include her, watched movies in the common space, and had friends over.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t have other living arrangements. Her cousin lived not too far from here and sugar daddy owned a house a few blocks over.

The only reason she was staying here was to get under your skin.

She’d made that obvious within the first few hours of her stay.

You really had planned to go at it with niceties—kill her with kindness and all that but then she didn’t try to hide her distaste for you when she refused to shake your hand, instead eyeing it as if it was the literal scum on the bottom of her shoe. And then it was the looks–disapproving glares and judgmental once overs whenever you were in the same room. It wasn’t even forty eight hours before the comments started, snide remarks about your outfit, your hair, the amount of food you did or didn’t eat.

It had become downright unbearable to be in a room with her, especially alone.

Nothing she said ever truly bothered you. There was only one real reason a woman put another woman down; jealousy. She was obviously extremely threatened by you and insecure.

Still, it wasn’t something you should have to put up with in your own, albeit temporary, home.

The blatant disrespect and bullying.

Catalina was a child.

A spoiled, insecure brat.

Sebastian’s presence helped somewhat. At least when he was in the room she would act better and by better, she would ignore your presence completely.

You actually preferred that.

And if you were being completely honest, it was funny to watch her try and keep his attention when he only ever had eyes for you.

You were both gearing up to film so fortunately you weren’t home as often the past couple days but there were times when you wrapped up at work before Sebastian and found something to occupy your time to avoid returning home without him. Just yesterday you finished early and ended up hanging around his trailer until he was done. By the time you returned home it was well past eight and you were immediately bombarded by Catalina as soon as you stepped through the door.

“Finally! You are late.” Catalina beamed, shoulders straightening as she caught sight of Sebastian standing in the doorway behind you, “I’ve texted you a million times now, Sebby. I made you dinner.”

Never had you felt more invisible.

It was like you weren’t even standing there, she was looking right past you.

But it was probably a good thing, you supposed.

You felt Sebastian’s hand trail along your back, looping possessively around your waist to rest over your stomach. In that moment, you appreciated the way his body pressed against yours–grounding you and inadvertently including you in… whatever this was.

Finally her eyes flickered to you—only long enough to send a disgusted sneer in your direction.

Two could play that game. If she wanted to pretend you didn’t exist, you would too.

You leaned back into him, relishing in the warmth and comfort, and tipped your head back to shoot him a goofy, careless grin. One so full of love and adoration, that anyone with a pair of eyes could practically taste the sugary sweetness.

“Actually,” Sebastian dipped down to press a kiss to the top of your head and you didn’t miss the way Catalina’s eyes flashed with blatant anger, “Eli and Molly are picking up pizza for us.”

You had to swallow back a laugh. If it were anyone else, you’d feel bad but it wasn’t and she definitely didn’t deserve anything from him–not his time, not his attention, not his kindness.

Instead of brushing it off like a mature adult, she scoffed loudly, stomped her foot, and stormed off in the direction of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest and an ugly pout in her lips.

You turned in his arms as soon as she was out of your line of sight, “Pizza?” You snickered, your own arms wrapping around his neck as you lifted yourself up on your toes. “Does Eli know he’s supposed to pick that up?”

He threw his head back, not bothering to quiet his laugh as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you tighter against him. He fished his phone out of his back pocket with a goofy grin, “Let me just call him real quick.”

You giggled, lifting yourself up further to peck his lips a few times as he fumbled with his phone, trying to find the right contact and kiss you at the same time.

“Yeah, hey,” He paused to kiss you again, “Will you pick up some pizza on your way over?”

“It’s going to be a long fucking summer.” You mumbled to yourself. “God help us all.”

You turned, heading towards the kitchen because those dishes weren’t going to wash themselves and maybe a good, hard scrub would release some of this built up anger coursing through your blood.

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Doing the dishes hadn’t helped, not in the slightest. In fact, it made you feel worse.

You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why you didn’t just leave them for her to take care of. Now she would expect you to just do them from here on out.

You were enabling her that way. And now you wished you had put them in her room.

You were feeling extremely out of control with her around. Staying in that house with her was suffocating you.

You were constantly on edge.

You didn’t trust her.

Not with your things. Not with your life outside of the limelight.

What if she took a picture of you while you were sleeping? Or naked?

What if she was plotting against you?

She’d leaked her ex's nudes out of spite, who’s to say she wouldn’t do the same thing to you?

You hated that she had that much control over you—that you let her get under your skin like that.

Your thoughts had run rampant and they grew louder and more persistent with every heavy step. Running usually helped to clear your mind and you’d chosen this quiet, scenic route for you and Bentley for the sole reason of turning off your mind and finding some peace.

Instead you got the opposite.

Your body felt tense. Your head felt clouded. Your heart, physically heavy.

You took a sharp turn, cutting down a different path to head back in the direction of the main road. Maybe running through LA would serve as a good distraction. Your mind would not have much time to overthink if it was too busy trying to figure out all the different people you’d no doubt come across.

It probably wasn’t the safest idea to run along the road, especially on a hill but you figured it would be fine during broad daylight and you knew the area well enough to know it was fairly safe. You really didn’t have to worry for your safety until you were further into the city.

You used the down hill slope to your advantage, laughing breathlessly at the way Bentley’s face looked blown back against the wind. Finally, the adrenaline you’ve been searching for hit you full force.

And all you felt was relief.

A content smile bloomed across your face, a healthy flush blooming your cheeks. You pumped your arms harder and pulled your knees higher with every stride.

Everything we be okay. Everything-

A car honked, slowed to a stop across the street, and then your name was called.

You didn’t even have time to react, Bentley cut right in front of you to dart across the street and somehow your foot got caught in his leash. One minute you were upright, the next you were laying flat on your back with a dull throb in the back of your head and a sharp ache in your ankle.

“Oh my God.” You blinked up at the familiar figure hovering over you, cerulean eyes swarming with so much concern, “Baby, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

If you thought your head was fuzzy before, it was nothing compared to now.

Your name was called softly, “Hey,” A pair of warm big hands cupped your face, “Please, say something or I’m calling an ambulance.”

Finally you inhaled sharply and it was only then that you realized the air had been knocked from your lungs. You licked your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry, “How are you here?” Your eyes flickered over Sebastian’s face, “Am I in heaven?”

Out of all the things that could’ve come out your mouth…

Fortunately, this earned you somewhat of a laugh. A chuckle at best. But not from the man kneeling over you.

“She makes jokes.” You tilted your head to the side to find Eli standing over Sebastian’s shoulders. “She looks fine to me.”

You moved to sit up and your boyfriend helped you with a steady hand on your back and the other on your elbow. Your vision swam a little and you pressed a hand to your head with a groan, “What are you doing here?”

“I tracked your location and figured you were on a run.” Sebastian shrugged his shoulders a little, his hands trailing over your shoulders and down your back. No doubt making sure you were okay for himself, that you didn’t have any serious cuts or scrapes that needed immediate medical attention “I was going to have Eli drop me off so I could join you. I should’ve called and warned you.”

The look on his face reminded you of a literal kicked puppy and your heart clenched painfully in your chest. He would definitely blame himself, he already was if the blatant guilt in his expression was any indication.

Trying hard to bite back a wince, you pulled yourself up on your knees and threw your arms over his shoulders, “It wasn’t your fault. You had no idea Bent would react like that.”

Your whole body tensed up and your head whipped frantically around, “Where is he?”

“He’s okay.” Eli spoke up, drawing your attention back to him and calming your racing heart, “I put him in the car.”

You slumped back into your boyfriend's arm with relief, burying your face in his chest. You felt like crying, you couldn’t even begin to describe how mortified you felt and you could only hope to God that no one saw you in this position.

“We should go.” It was as if he could read your mind, “Are you okay to stand?”

You weren’t sure but you nodded anyway. Your head, back, and ankle hurt so bad. All you wanted to do was crawl in bed, forget this day, and start over tomorrow.

Sebastian took your hands in his and helped you to your feet. Your entire body was trembling, the adrenaline from the run and then the fall finally wearing off. There was no hiding your pain when you went to take a step and your legs practically buckled.

“Woah.” Your lover caught you around the waist, pulling you protecticaly into his side, “What hurts?”

“My ankle.” You rolled your eyes, breathing out an annoyed huff at the pointed look he shot you, “And my head and back.”

He didn’t respond but instead scooped you up in his arms and checked for cars before crossing the street, “We’re going to an urgent care.”

“Seb-”

“Don’t argue with me.” He cut you off, tone final, “You scared the ever living shit out of me. You can’t even put weight on your ankle and you hit your head. You are going to get checked out.”

“I’m sure it’s just sprained or something.” You sighed, dropping your head against his shoulder. You were just tired, you wanted to go home and cuddle in your bed, not deal with doctors and the risk of people seeing you. “No big deal.”

“I don’t care.”

Eli pulled open the door as you approached the car and Sebastian slid into the backseat with you in his lap.

“This seems a little excessive.”

“Shut the fuck up, baby.” He hissed, pressing a hand to your head, guiding it back to rest on his shoulder, “Just humor me. Please.”

You relaxed back into his embrace with a dramatic sigh, “Fine.”

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By the time you returned home from urgent care the sun had long ago set and your stomach was protesting loudly.

“I can walk.” You grumbled to Sebastian when he appeared at your door.

“Just let me take care of you, baby.” He pleaded, eyes all soft and big, “You have a concussion and a broken ankle. Please.”

You sighed, relenting by wrapping your arms over his shoulders and holding on tight as he scooped you up in his arms. “It’s not broken. A stress fracture isn’t technically a break.”

“Yes it is.”

Eli unlocked and opened the door for him, holding it as you passed through with a tired smile.

“Thank you.” You offered softly, mirroring his smile, “Seriously. We appreciate you.”

“Of course.” He responded, “What are friends for?”

Sebastian chuckled lightly, “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“Aw.” A sly grin split across Eli’s face, “Don’t get it all sappy on me now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Your boyfriend laughed, shrugging as best he could with you in his arms, “Go on and get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Eli hesitated by the door, one hand on the handle, “Are you guys sure you’re good? Do want me to pick you up some dinner?”

“Nah, man.” Sebastian smiled, shaking his head, “We’re just going to order something. Go home to your wife!”

“Okay.” He chuckled, “See ya tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

You both watched as he left, locking the door once he’d made it safely to his car.

“To bed with you.” Sebastian chuckled, tightening his arms around you as he began to make his way further into the house, “And then I’ll order some food. What you feel like having?”

You let your head rest against his shoulder, eyes heavy and head still pounding, “Something comforting and warm.”

“So,” He grinned, “Chinese?”

“Mhm.” You mumbled distractedly, finally taking notice of the silence and darkness that coated the entire house. Something you weren’t used to since the arrival of your unwelcomed guest. “Why is it so quiet in here? Where is she?”

“I sent her away.”

He said it so casually like it wasn’t that big of deal–like it probably didn’t take that much convincing.

“How?”

Sebastian didn’t respond right away, instead taking his time to flick the lights on in the master bedroom and then set you gently on the bed. He moved to gather a pair of pajamas and your fuzziest socks, “Do you want to shower?”

You looked at him like he’d grown two heads, “Sebastian.”

Finally, he turned to look at you, hands on hips and a tired look on his face, “I let her post about Monday.”

Your mouth opened and closed, “Like just for tonight?”

“No.” He approached you, setting the pjs on the end of the bed before taking your face in his hands, “My teams working out a schedule. She’s allowed to stay here every once in a while to make content to bait.” He brushed his thumb down your cheek, “And someone else will always be here when she is. You will never be alone with her.”

“How did you-”

“Know?” He interrupted softly, “She isn’t so quiet or sneaky. I’ve heard some of the stuff she’s said to you. It’s disgusting.”

“Thank you.” You leaned forward to rest your forehead against his, feeling nothing but relief. “Thank you so much for that.”

“I love you, baby.” He whispered, dipping down to press a soft kiss to your lips, “I want you to be comfortable in your own home and I couldn’t stand her being around either. I’m always going to put you first. I’m always going to have your back.”

“I love you.”

You shared one more tender kiss and a few quick pecks.

“Now,” He pulled back, wearing a lopsided grin, “How about a shower?”

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Hard To Handle

Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x PlusSize!Handler!Reader (Fem!Reader) (RPF)

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Summary: You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.

Warnings: 18+, minors plz go away, dark fic(or my attempt at one), dub/non-con, soft!dark!Sebastian, smut, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, biting/marking, manhandling, choking, edging, fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk, angst, light dom/sub, swearing, fat shaming/name calling(not by seb), mentions of body image issues // If there are warnings I missed plz lmk so I can include them. In general, if this type of content is triggering for u DNI. Read at ur own risk

Word Count: 5,100

A/N- This is my first dark fic, or at least kinda dark? Idk but I hope you enjoy it! Seb is obviously OOC (since this is a dark fic) he’s also a bit of a brat😉 I tried my best w/ the Romanian but I don’t speak it so take it at face value plz. Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story is also on my AO3 account, Ruby_Nation, but should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

I want to shoutout the writers who lured me to the dark side with their incredible fics @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @kinanabinks @angryschnauzer @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

Famous actor Sebastian Stan was a lot of things: charming, intelligent, insanely talented, a hilarious goofball, and, of course, drop-dead gorgeous. There was something about his chiseled jaw and hooded gaze that made it impossible to look away from the celebrity. What Sebastian Stan was not, however, was good at following rules. Your rules, to be exact. As his handler, you had specific stipulations set out for him to follow. But did famous actor Sebastian Stan listen to said rules? No, of course not. This made your job as his glorified babysitter immensely more challenging. Since, every time he disregarded your directives, you were the one who dealt with the repercussions. He knew this, and yet on the very first stop of his press tour, he decided to run off and galavant around an unfamiliar city unsupervised.

5 hours earlier

When you arrived at the hotel with Sebastian, it was 7 pm. Your jet-lagged self was still on LA time, though, so it felt more like 9 pm to you. At least your room was nice, even if it was connected to Sebastian’s by a single door. You quickly changed out of your travel outfit, unpacked your toiletry bag-since hotel shampoo was a cruel joke-and went to the bathroom. After that, you walked over to the door that lead to Sebastian’s room and knocked. No answer. You knocked again, “Sebastian! We need to go over tomorrow’s itinerary.” Still nothing. Luckily, the door was unlocked. A subsequent sweep of his quarters revealed that they were empty.

Shit.

That slippery motherfucker had once again escaped under your watchful eye. Okay, maybe not so watchful since you had been on the other side of a wall when he slipped away. But he was only out of eyeshot for about twenty minutes and he managed to not only fly the coop but also unpack all of his luggage. He had so many suitcases! How in the world did he unpack them all so fast? Not that it mattered, because when you found him you were going to handcuff him to one of those god-damn oversized suitcases. See how he liked lugging around an inconvenient charge for a change.

Present

Now you were wandering around the nightlife district looking for the escaped actor. You stopped outside a bar that could only be described with the word “dive” in front of it. This had to be it since you had scoured every other location in the area that offered booze and/or entertainment. You had waded through drunken crowds in cramped bars, had enjoyed some nice piano music at a more upscale establishment, you had even witnessed a very flexible dancer shimmy up a pole and then drop back down it hanging on with only one leg. Still, Sebastian was nowhere to be found.

At one of the places, you thought you’d found him sitting on a stool at a bar with his back turned to you. You tapped his shoulder and instead found a drunken man in his 50s. The stench of bottom-shelf whiskey wafted off of him. He teetered in his seat on the verge of toppling over. He’d leaned towards you, either because he thought your touch had been a sign of womanly desire or gravity had finally caught up to his unbalanced state. Either way, you leaped back, smacking into a waitress carrying a tray of beer. The tray went flying. The beer went on you.

So, you were in a particularly foul mood as you walked into the last bar on your quest to find the most annoying actor on the planet. You were soaked in cheap booze and out forty bucks you had used to comp the spilt drinks. It took one sweep of the bar’s interior to spot the man you had been trying to find for the past five hours.

He was standing under dim lights in the back, surrounded by a boisterous group of men. The bastard was playing pool. By the carefree look on Sebastian’s face and the way he was joking around with his new buddies, his evening had been a lot less shitty than yours. You centered yourself, trying your best to reign in the anger thrumming through your entire being, and strode towards the man who made your job, no, your life, a constant stress-inducing nightmare.

Sebastian stood at the far end of the pool table, lining up his cue stick to sink the last solid ball on the pool table. His relaxed demeanor was all confidence, but the slight furrow of his brow gave away how deeply he was focusing. You shoved your way through the loud men gathered around the table. When you finally reached Sebastian, you stopped at his side, glaring at him with murderous intent. You expected him to notice the waves of thinly veiled rage radiating from your presence right away. But instead of turning around to beg for forgiveness, he just kept staring at the ball in front of him, oblivious to your fuming state. At this point, you had had enough of this bullshit and just wanted to get back to the god-damn hotel.

“Hey, asshole!” You shouted so that your voice was heard over the roaring group of men. Unfortunately, since you were right next to his ear, you startled him. Sebastian jumped. The hand that was gripping his cue stick flew forward, sending the cue ball directly into a side pocket. Members of Sebastian’s team went into an uproar, furious about the scratch.

Sebastian whipped around, surprise and anger etched into his features, “Y/N?! What the hell? What are you doing here?”

You were about to retort when a large hand grasped your shoulder and spun you around to face a man who looked like a frat bro mixed with a pickup truck. He fumed, “You just fucking cost us the game! I’m out two hundred bucks now, you fat bitch!”

Normally, you were able to keep your cool whenever insults were thrown at you. Years of similar-looking asshats calling you all types of degrading names had given you pretty thick skin. However, there was something about this particular meathead that broke through it. The awful night you were having probably had something to do with it too. You stood on your tip-toes, getting up in his face, “What did you just call me? If I were you, I’d turn the fuck around, prick.”

He lowered his head, closing the distance between the two of you even more. His eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of cigarettes and dollar store cologne, “And why’s that, little piggy?”

You saw red. You swung your fist back, about to go for a gut punch when a large body pushed between you and the truck man. Sebastian looked like he wanted to hit the other guy too, but instead, he wrapped a hand around your arm and held you at a distance.

In a flash, Sebastian’s cool demeanor returned, “I’m sorry about my… sister, Tod, she’s just in a bad mood right now, ya ‘know?” He gave the man a tight smile as if letting him in on a little joke.

You stepped forward to protest, “I am not his sis–” His grip on your upper arm squeezed tighter. “Ow!” you squeaked, but he just kept looking forward, not even glancing back at you.

Tod, formerly known as Pissface, seemed to accept Sebastian’s explanation. Apparently, though, he still felt the need to give his two cents on why you were in such a “bad mood” as Sebastian had put it, “Yeah. She’s probably on the rag, man.”

You rolled your eyes, of course. Of course, a grade-A troll like him would say that. Of fucking course.

Pissface–Tod–continued to run his mouth, “I thought she was some stalker man, you guys don’t even look related.”

Sebastian laughed humorlessly, “She takes after our mom.”

“Huh. Either way, you should put a muzzle on that thing,” Tod nodded towards you. You flipped him the bird and he sneered back at you. “Ugly fat chicks like you always have the bitchiest personalities,” he turned his head back to Sebastian, “Good luck getting any tonight if that’s your wingman.” With those departing words, the deadshit man walked off. Sebastian made no move to rebuke the insult. Instead, he pulled you towards the exit, only pausing to shove a wad of cash at a waitress to cover whatever expenses he’d racked up.

Sebastian burst through the exit door, your arm still clutched in his vice-like grip. He dragged you down the street before finally letting you go.

You rubbed the spot on your arm he had held and swiveled to glare at the bar that was now almost out of sight. “God, what a douchebag. I’m glad he lost all that money,” you turned your gaze back to where Sebastian stood, illuminated by a lamppost, “why were you even on a team with a dick like him? I’m sure his friends weren’t any better. What’s wrong with y-”

“Y/N, Shut up!” Sebastian yelled, his usually relaxed tone gone. You took a step back in surprise. His eyes stared daggers at you and there was a brooding aura around him all of a sudden. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his body was stiff as if holding back rage. For the first time since you had started working for him, Sebastian Stan was legitimately pissed off. He tended to be the one who rolled with the punches, who wasn’t bothered by anything. But now, he looked furious. And for whatever reason, his newfound anger was targeted at you.

You were immediately on the defensive, “What’s your problem? Why are you angry with me? Pissface back there was the one being an ass,” you took a few steps closer to him to prove that you weren’t intimidated by his menacing presence, “And I’m the one who has the right to be angry at you!”

He narrowed his eyes and put his hands on his hips, leaning forward, as if talking to a petulant child, “And why is that?”

You let out a frustrated noise. “What do you mean, ‘why’? You snuck off again! Sebastian, you are so selfish, you know that!? I’ve been searching all over, by myself, trying to find you for the past–” you checked the time-“five and a half hours!”

Your words made Sebastian pause, “You’ve been what?” he didn’t let you answer, “Why the hell have you been out here alone at night? And trying to start a fight with some wannabe pool hustler? You’re lucky I saved you from getting your ass handed to you back there.”

“I didn’t ask you to! I can handle myself just fine. I’m not some fragile doll, look at me,” you gestured to yourself, “I’m a big girl, I can fight my own battles.”

“You’re telling me you could have taken on that prick back there? What about all of his buddies, huh? You don’t think before you act, Y/N.” He said your name like an irritated parent reprimanding their child. “Why’re you so fuckin’ reckless!?” Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends, “Y/N, you’re my handler, not my bodyguard. And even if you were, I still wouldn’t want you wandering around a strange new city at night by yourself.”

“Sebastian, that’s exactly what you did,” you deadpan.

“That’s obviously different, Y/N,” he said flippantly, brushing aside your very valid point, “I can’t believe I have to explain this to you. You’re a woman, that makes you vulnerable. The world is full of dangerous people, Y/N. Especially men, who would do god knows what to you if given the opportunity. That’s true in any situation, but when you do this?!” He threw his hands up in the air, exasperated, “You’re just asking for some random bastard to take advantage of you.”

He was missing the point, “Like I said before; you don’t have any reason to be so worked up. If I was smaller I’d understand your concern, but since I look the way I do, I don’t have to worry about being ‘taken advantage of’ as you put so lightly.”

“What does your size have to do with anything, Y/N?”

You shook your head, he just didn’t get it. “My whole life I’ve been pretty much ignored by the entirety of the male species, and when they do notice me it’s to reaffirm how repulsive they find me. All because of my size,” your words tasted like bile, painful but true, “That fact doesn’t change when I’m out on my own or when it’s after sundown.” Why was he making you explain this? How could he not see what was so obvious to everyone else?

Sebastian’s voice was somber now, “That kind of thinking is going to get you hurt, Y/N. Or worse, killed.”

Deep down you knew some of what Sebastian said was true but there was no way you were bowing down to his claims, “How would you even know? You have no idea what it’s like to be me. You never will.” His blue eyes were filled with concern and something else. Something you despised: pity.

Finished with the conversation, you decided to stop sugarcoating your words, “Sebastian, get it through your thick skull, no man is going to violate me! I’m too big, too fat, too disgusting! I’m just not worth it!" You were out of breath with your words, and your eyes brimmed with spite-filled tears. Sebastian stared at you, wide-eyed and lips parted in disbelief at your outburst. You quickly turned away from him, trying to discreetly rub the tears from your eyes.

“We are done talking about this. As your handler, I am the one responsible for keeping you out of harm's way and fixing any screwups you cause. I will not apologize for doing my job by coming down here to find you. I am the one who lays down the law, not you.” You took out your phone. “Now, I’m calling us a ride and we’re going back to the hotel. That’s an order.”

Quick steps sounded behind you and when you turned back around Sebastian was right in front of you, “What are you do–”

He snatched your phone away.

“Hey–”

Sebastian grabbed your now phoneless hand and tugged you towards a nearby ally. He kept hold of your wrist as you stumbled after him, confused. What was happening? Had he seen some paparazzi and was trying to hide? If so, he didn’t have to be so rough.

Once you were off the sidewalk and out of sight he pulled up short. You ran into him, unprepared for his sudden halt. Right as you were trying to pull free, he dropped your wrist. You stumbled forward and caught yourself on the brick wall in front of you.

Before you could right yourself, Sebastian was there, pressing his muscled body flush against your backside. What was happening? Startled, you tried to push yourself off the wall to get away from him. His hands shot forward and yanked your flailing fists behind your back. His right hand locked them in place with its strong grip. His left arm wrapped around your soft middle, fingers skimming your waist. It all happened so fast. You froze-too overwhelmed by Sebastian caging you against himself. His heated presence overpowered your senses. You couldn’t utter a single sound.

Sebastian was now devoid of the anger that had been coursing through his veins just a moment ago. His face nuzzled into your neck and shivers shot down your spine at the feel of his rough stubble scraping your skin. He breathed you in and let out a guttural sound. “You smell like beer,” he chuckled. The low rumble of his dark laughter slid over you like a velvety blanket. It caressed every nook and cranny of your body. He flicked his tongue against the base of your neck, sending tingles along your arms, “Taste like it too.”

“Seb-”

You tried to protest but his tongue returned to your skin and you were once again rendered speechless. He licked a languid stripe from the base of your neck up to the notch of your jaw, nipping at the sensitive flesh. You yelped. His rough lips curved into a devious smile as he continued his assault on your exposed throat. Sebastian must have felt your heartbeat increase under his touch because he nipped at your pulse point. He dug his teeth in deeper this time, almost breaking skin. Your cry of pain morphed into a groan of pleasure when he sucked at the spot and then smoothed his tongue over it.

While his mouth continued to explore your throat, his left hand began its own expedition. It trailed up your stomach and landed on your right breast. When he squeezed and felt your hard nipple straining against the confines of your clothes, he let out a low growl. You gasped when he balled up the front of your blouse in his fist. He wouldn’t dare. He pulled down, tearing the still damp fabric apart. Before you had the chance to rebuke him for having the audacity to rip one of your favorite shirts, his hand once again cupped your breast, this time slipping underneath your bra. His thick fingers rolled over your sensitive nipple and the sound you made was something so obscene you couldn’t believe that you had just produced it. He rubbed your already swollen nub raw. His fingers pinched and plucked and squeezed until you were a writhing mess in his arms, trying to escape the overstimulation.

“Shh, shh, shh,” his lurid voice whispered in your ear, “it’s okay, Y/N, I’ve got you. You’re doing just fine, sweetheart. God, you feel like perfection.” Suddenly, he stopped his ministrations and slid his hand up to your neck. He didn’t squeeze, just wrapped his fingers around your throat. He felt the thrum of your heartbeat against his thumb. Sebastian inhaled deeply, basking in your scent, “I knew you would be perfection,”

He caressed the underside of your jaw with his calloused thumb and smiled when you shuddered at his touch. You were at his mercy, he was the one in charge now. It was he who made the rules and kept you in place, “You may think no man is ever looking at you, but trust me, I haven’t been able to look away since the day we met.” His tone was deceptively calm, but his heavy panting proved that he was just as worked up as you were.

“You’re my every desire,” he growled, “do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about doing this exact thing? About pinning you down and touching every inch of you? Touching, caressing, squeezing your body until you’re a moaning mess. Unable to utter a single, infuriating word.” As he spoke he released his hold on your wrists, instead moving to the button of your jeans. He paused, his fingers skimmed over the clasp as if waiting to see what your next move would be. You couldn’t move, even if they were free now. You weren’t sure how he would react if you did, and you didn’t want to find out. This was not the Sebastian Stan you knew. This was something dark and unpredictable, something primal. A small part of your brain claimed that the real reason you didn’t fight was that you wanted him. That you wanted Sebastian to fuck you until you forgot your own name. “Good girl,” he remarked when you stayed still. You involuntarily preened at his praise, arching your back and grinding your ass against his crotch. He was hard, and from the feel of him, he was large.

Sebastian hissed, sucking in a groan at the feeling of your ass against his throbbing erection, “You are infuriating, dragă,” he knew you despised his Romanian nickname for you. You had always assumed he used it to taunt you. You were nobody’s “darling.” Maybe he had been sincere this whole time. “You drive me crazy with every order, every scowl, every negative comment you throw at yourself.” He slipped his hand under your waistband, roaming down towards your sex. His fingers danced just above your heated center. “I think I’ve finally found a way to shut you up,” He cupped your mound, his chest rumbled when he felt the evidence of just how aroused you were.

“S-Sebastian, please–” you weren’t sure if you were pleading for him to stop or for him to actually do something. Sebastian decided it was the latter and plunged a thick finger into your dripping pussy.

He drew in a quick breath, “Fuck, you’re tight, sweetheart. Not sure if you’ll be able to take all of me-” he added another finger, working to get you ready-“but we won’t know until we try.” He continued to press and stretch your walls. When he added a third finger you lost it, giving up on holding back any sounds. The brief moments his palm brushed over your clit you mewled, desperate for more pressure on the pulsating bud.

His hand that was still fisted around your neck squeezed before dropping down. He pushed down your pants even more so that they laid at your knees He pulled your thick thighs further apart, widening your stance for easier access to your drenched hole. When his fingers began an assault on your bundle of nerves you threw your head back, and obscene sounds flew from your lips. The fingers inside of you pressed against your G-spot and you started to tremble from the overstimulation.

Sebastian ran his chin along your jaw. The knowledge that he was making you come undone with only his hands was driving him crazy. He ground his clothed erection against your ass, smiling when you gasped at the feel of him. Focus back on you, he flattened his thumb on your clit, massaging it with precise motions. He was greedy for your release.

It was all too much: Sebastian’s fingers pumping in and out of you, the exquisite pressure he was forcing upon your clit, the feel of his heavy breaths against your ear. You convulsed in his arms, your back arching up as molten lava flowed through your veins.

You were still recovering from the high his fingers had just pulled from you, but Sebastian didn’t care. There was no way he was waiting another second to fuck you. He spun you around to face him. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hands moved to his pants. He pulled out his cock. It was thick and long, precum was already leaking from the tip. He stroked it from base to tip while his eyes devoured your disheveled state. Your breasts bounced with your every gasping breath. Your peaked nipples were still raw from his earlier torment. It looked like you might crumble that very second, too wrecked to stand up straight. You could barely hold your own weight, he had turned your bones into jelly. Sebastian smirked when he noticed the numerous marks he had left all over your neck and shoulders. His gaze wandered back to your face and his cock twitched when he saw the arousal clear in your eyes. Your irises were just thin halos of color shadowed by your blown-out pupils. It was a good thing he had already gotten you off because he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep from blowing his load once inside your velvety walls.

“Look at me, dragă.”

You refused, even though he had just given you the most intense orgasm of your life. There was something about this new position. You felt more vulnerable and didn’t want him to see that reflected in your expression. Instead, you turned your face away from his. That was a mistake.

Sebastian growled. He snatched your neck in his grip again, jerking your head forward to face him dead on. “What did I fucking say?”

Your hazy focus zeroed in on him, hyperaware of the beating of your heart against his heavy palm. His fingers squeezed tighter and you rasped out, “To look at you.”

His grip compressed even more, “Say my name. I want to make sure you know who’s in control now.”

It was a desperate fight for air to get the words out, “Y-you are-” He squeezed tighter- “Sebastian!” You managed to squeak out, seeing spots. His grip loosened enough for you to heave in a gasp of air, your body tingling from the return of oxygen to your veins. His hand was still wrapped around your throat, though, his intense blue eyes seemed to see into your soul, “You’re in control, Sebastian.”

“That’s a good girl, Y/N,” his low murmur was laced with warning, “You’re gonna take every inch I give you; gonna be a good girl for me,” his lips widened into an ominous grin, “I’m not going to hold back.”

You gasped as he nudged your aching folds with the tip of his cock, running it up and down your pussy lips. He thrust into you without further warning. His lips met yours in a deep kiss at the same time. It was an overload of sensations, his tongue caressed the crease of your mouth, demanding entrance, while his hips pounded into you relentlessly. You arched into him, mewling at his unforgiving pace. Your hands flew up to his toned shoulders, gripping them so hard that Sebastian could feel the bite of your fingernails beneath his shirt. Finally prying your lips apart with his tongue, he crashed his lips onto yours, locking your tongues in a heated dance that took your breath away and left you wanting more. More of his mouth, more of his touch, more of him.

Sebastian seemed to read your thoughts. He rutted into you with even more force. Your pussy walls ached at the stinging stretch of his thick cock. The hand that wasn’t around your neck grabbed your thigh. As he lifted it to wrap around his waist your pant leg slipped down to pool at your feet. His fingers dug into your thigh as he held your leg up. The new angle allowed him to slide against your upper wall with each thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the spot that sent shivers down your spine. He released his hold on your throat and brought it down to your center. When he massaged your clit with his dexterous fingers, you saw stars.

“Holy fuck,” you heaved, trying to get air in your lungs, “Sebastian! Oh my god, Sebastian-” All you could do was string together a jumble of incoherent words and moans and cries of pleasure-filled pain.

“Are you close, baby?” his raspy voice teased. He removed his hand from your core, resting it just above where you needed him. You whined at the loss and tried to grind up to reach fingers. He clucked his tongue disapprovingly, “Awww, poor thing. Do you wanna cum, sweetheart?”

You nodded, desperate for release.

“Use your words, dragă,” he tapped his fingers lightly, still too far away for the motion to give you any relief.

“Y-Yes, I want to cum,” you hoped that would be enough for him to take pity on your unruly state.

It wasn’t. “Then beg for it. You already got to cum once, why should a disobedient, aggravating slut like you get to cum again?” The angle of his thrusts changed, he was chasing his own release now. If you didn’t convince him, he wasn’t going to let you cum. You didn’t have the energy in you anymore to be defiant for the sake of your dignity. Screw dignity. All you knew was that you needed him to fuck you until you came undone on his fat cock.

“Please, please let me cum on your dick. It’s all I want. I need it,” His hips angled up to brush against your G-spot again, but he still didn’t touch your clit, “Please, I’ll do anything. I’m sorry for what I did. Please forgive me, Sebastian, I need to cum. Make me cum on your thick cock. Please, Sebastian, please.”

Sebastian tensed when you used his name, his hooded gaze darkened with a hungry desire at the sound of it coming from your lips. Satisfied, he brought his fingers back to your throbbing bud, “That’s my good girl.” You shrieked in delight. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.” He pressed harder against your clit, repeatedly rolling over the spot that made you squeal in ecstasy.

He groaned at your sounds, “You’re gonna cum when I tell you to, sweetheart.” His hips pumped up into yours, driving you both further to the edge. Sebastian’s grunts and moans filled the space, “Cum for me, Y/N.” Sebastian ordered as he took you, “Wanna feel your perfect cunt milk my cock dry,” his words sent you hurtling over the edge, and with one more snap of his hips, you were gone. Your insides spasmed and your entire body convulsed from the waves of pure bliss washing over you. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his defined shoulders. Sebastian kept moving his fingers against your clit, making your pussy clamp around his massive cock even tighter.

Sebastian buried himself to the hilt and his load exploded inside of you. “Holy fuck!” He roared as thick ropes of cum coated your quivering walls. His body shuddered at the impact of his release. He felt lightheaded. He dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your waist to ground himself. Your soft whimpers were like music to his ears. He pulled you to him, cementing his cock inside of your still trembling walls. He shifted his hold so that one arm wrapped protectively around your waist. His other hand came up to gently cradle the side of your face. You were too spent to try and object to his hold. It was like your bodies melded into one; his hard, sculpted edges melted into your soft, rounded curves. Sebastian drank in the feeling of you. He was never going to let you go. His fingers lifted your chin so that your eyes met his and he planted a chaste kiss on your lips. “Looks like you’re not as repellent as you thought, dragă.”

(P.S. I really like this handler!reader concept so I might make some more that are also stand-alone's.)

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Too Good To Be True

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Summary: A romantic comedy story where Sebastian Stan falls in love with reader but she is not who he thinks she is.

The night of celebrating reader being cast in Sebastian's movie turned into an unexpected date night with Sebastian, and reader couldn't be happier. But Sebastian's girlfriend ruined it for her for a very unexpected reason.

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 12/20 (Might add more)

Chapter List >

Warning : slight cursing

Word count : 5.2k words

This story is inspired loosely by Sebastian's love life so it will have characters from his real life but I will not name their real names. I will only use Sebastian's real name in the story.

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Chapter 12 - Unexpected

Felix Trattoria Restaurant, Venice Beach, LA - Monday, July 10th 2023 - 6.30 pm

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Y/n opened the door of Sebastian's car in front of Felix Trattoria restaurant, a high end Italian restaurant Aurora insisted for them to visit that night. Her heart jumped a little as a valet boy extended his hand to her. She picked the valet boy's hand and stepped out of the car.

“Thank you.” She smiled and released his hand. She looked up to see the valet boy's cheeks reddened as she looked at him.

“Y.. you're welcome Miss Watson.” The valet boy stuttered.

Suddenly she felt her arm being pulled to a different direction, forcing her to step away from the car.

“I told you. Stop thanking people.” Aurora hissed as she dragged her towards the entrance of the restaurant, her other hand held a handbag with a barking Paris inside.

She sighed. “I forgot, sorry.”

She looked straight ahead and saw Sebastian standing in front of two waitresses, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth turned into a frown.

“You sure you can't sneak us in? There's only three of us.. and.. well.. a dog.” Sebastian glanced at them as they stopped next to him.

“I'm sorry, sir. But you need to have a reservation. And we're really sorry but pets aren't allowed in the restaurant.” One of the waitresses responded.

“Don't you see who they are?! I mean.. he's the Sebastian Stan and she's the Aurora Watson!” Aurora protested.

The waitresses glanced at each other.

“You know how many followers they have on Instagram? They can help promote your restaurant!” Aurora continued.

“Y/n.. that's okay. No need to inform them of that. They have rules and we should honor them. Let's just find somewhere else to eat.” Sebastian said and he started to turn around.

“Wait! Let me just go in and ask our manager.” One of the waitresses shouted.

“Okay, great!” Sebastian turned back around and smiled wide, making both waitresses' cheeks reddened. Then one of the waitresses left them.

“You know, you really don't need to say that Y/n.” Sebastian said, looking at Aurora with a slight dislike on his face.

“I don't like using my fame.” He shrugged.

“Well, I'm sorry, I thought it would help.” Aurora responded.

“Yeah, I just don't want to be known as one of those celebrities who uses their fame for mundane things like this.” He shrugged.

“Well, what is the point of being famous then?” Aurora asked, her eyebrows raised.

“I think for Sebastian it was never about fame. Right? Sebastian? I mean.. Seb.” Y/n commented.

Sebastian turned to look at her and gazed at her for a moment. Once again she felt like he was seeing straight into her soul, making her heart skip a beat. Then he smiled at her warmly, making butterflies fly around in her stomach.

“I never thought you would get that, Aurora. But, yeah, it was never about fame for me. I just love acting for the sake of it. But being famous does have its perks.” He winked at her and she felt warmth crawling from her neck up to her cheeks.

As if on cue, the waitress who left them returned with a smile on her face.

“Excuse me sir, ma'am. I've asked our manager and he allowed you to go in but on one condition.” The waitress said.

“Okay. What's the condition?” Sebastian asked.

“We're sorry but our restaurant has a strict no pets policy, so I'm afraid we can't let your dog in.” The waitress replied.

“What?! That's unacceptable!” Aurora yelled, making all of them look at her in surprise.

“Y/n.. come with me.” She dragged Aurora by the arm to the side, away from the others, making Sebastian and the others raise their eyebrows at them.

“What?!” Aurora hissed as she forcefully released her arm from her hand.

“You need to stop behaving like yourself.” She scolded her.

“But I.. “

“You're embarrassing yourself.” She scolded her again.

“But it's unfair! Why won't they allow Paris in? Don't they understand who I am?” She insisted.

She sighed as an idea suddenly popped into her mind. “Fame won't always get you everything, Aurora. Now maybe, it's better that you go to Silver Lake with Nelson and find that Gypsy woman while I stay here with Sebastian.” She said.

“Oh, I know what this is about. You want to be left alone with Seb, right? Right? So you can have him all to yourself!” Aurora hissed.

She sighed. “No, it's not that. It's just that I think we need to try harder to be the other person. I mean.. I would never yell like you did. And like you said, you wouldn't thank people too much. So yeah, we both have things we need to work on if we don't want people to be suspicious of us. And besides, I thought you wanted to find that Gypsy woman so we can switch back. It's almost 7, stores in Silver Lake are closing soon. I just think it's better that we split up. You can find that Gypsy woman while I stay with Seb to celebrate you being cast in his movie! Isn't that what you wanted?” She asked.

“Yeah, it is.. but..”

“Let's not make him even more suspicious and just listen to me. This is for your own good. I mean, who knows, if you can find that woman tonight, we might just switch bodies while I'm still here at the restaurant. Then everything will go back to the way it was.” She persuaded her.

For a moment Aurora didn't say anything. Her eyebrows furrowed while looking at her but then it slowly straightened.

“Okay, fine. I'll go. But don't you dare do anything with Seb! He is still my boyfriend. Not yours.” Aurora threatened.

“Yes, of course. I'm not gonna do anything. I swear. We're just gonna talk.” She said even though deep down she wasn't sure if she could reject him should he suddenly want to kiss her or something.

“Listen.. if you dare touch him, there will be hell to pay. Got that?” Aurora said, looking at her with a threatening look.

“Yeah, got it.” She nodded.

She turned around quickly and walked back towards the restaurant entrance before Aurora could change her mind and tried hard not to roll her eyes.

“Everything okay?” Sebastian asked as soon as she arrived in front of him.

“Yeah. I just asked Y/n to go back home with Paris. Nelson is going to come and pick them up.” She replied.

“Oh okay. You know we could just go to another restaurant.” He suggested.

“Umm.. it's okay. We already asked these nice waitresses here so the manager could let us in. I think it would be rude to reject their offer. And frankly, I think Y/n was being a little too rude.” She shrugged.

“Yeah. You're right. She was kind of rude. It's funny. I didn't think she would get too attached to Paris after only a week.” He chuckled.

“Ahaha.. yeah. Well, Paris is adorable.” She said.

“Yeah. She could be.. sometimes.” He said with an amused smile on his face.

“Anyway, shall we?” She asked, beckoning her head towards the restaurant.

“Yeah. Come on.” He nodded and they finally walked into the restaurant together.

It wasn't until the waitresses pulled out their chairs by their table, which was set up near a window that she realized she was on a date! With Sebastian Stan! Well, not an official date with her real self. But still, her heart fluttered at the thought.

“So.. congratulations again on being cast as Celeste.” Sebastian smiled as soon as they were settled. She couldn't help but feel butterflies again in her stomach.

“Oh, thank you so much, Sebastian. I'm really grateful and thankful to you for giving me this opportunity.” She smiled back and he continued to smile warmly at her.

“You're welcome. You know, it's been a while since you called me Sebastian.” He chuckled.

“Oh! Right.. yeah..” Her heart jumped at that and she kicked herself internally for forgetting about that fact.

“It's okay. You can call me anything you want.” He winked and she felt it again, the butterflies flew even wilder in her stomach.

“Hmm.. but which do you prefer?” She asked when the butterflies finally slowed down.

“Well. I usually reserve Seb for people close to me. Sebastian is for the general public. I mean.. you know that, right?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course.” She nodded, feeling kind of stupid for asking him that.

“But.. seeing how we're not actually that close. I kind of prefer being called Sebastian.” He explained and she raised her eyebrows.

“Oh.. okay.” She said, wondering if the rumors of them being in a PR relationship really were true.

“Yeah…I'm sorry. I hope I didn't offend you with that. I mean.. I don't remember ever telling you that beforehand. You immediately called me Seb like.. the second time we met.”

“Oh.. yeah.. I'm sorry about that.”

“No need to say sorry. I’m just glad we finally got this out in the open.” He smiled.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” She nodded.

“Anyway, how do you feel about the fact that because of the casting, our contract is prolonged.” He said and she raised her eyebrows again.

“Our contract?” She asked slowly.

“Yeah, you know. Our “relationship” contract.” He said as he made a quoting gesture with his fingers.

Her jaw dropped at that but she immediately recovered and nodded.

“Oh, right, yeah. Yeah…I'm…umm.. happy.. of course about the contract being prolonged. I mean. Who wouldn't? You're a handsome, successful A list Hollywood actor. A nice man too. Not a snobby actor who sees everyone else as beneath them. So yeah, you're the perfect PR boyfriend.” She rambled and his eyebrows raised.

“Are you sure about that? I thought you thought I was too plain and boring and that you preferred someone more outgoing. I remember you told me you were eyeing Harry Styles for your next gig.” He stated.

She couldn't believe all the things he was telling her! All the rumors she heard that Aurora was a professional girlfriend for hire were true!

“Oh! Yeah.. I might have said something like that in the past. But maybe I was drunk or something. I mean.. pfft.. you and Harry Styles? I'd choose you in a heartbeat.” She said and slowly a smile spread on his lips.

“That's nice to hear.”

“Yeah, I mean.. come on.. there's just no comparison.” She said as she gestured her hand around his face and his cheeks reddened at that.

“Thanks Aurora. I.. uh.. appreciate it.”

“You're welcome, Sebastian.” She smiled and he smiled back.

For a moment they just stared at each other. His gorgeous ocean blue eyes gazed at her warmly and she couldn't help but be drowned in them. She noticed his hand slowly moved on the table towards hers, but just when he was about to touch her hand, a waiter came and put a plate of prawns in front of them, the first menu from a total of four menus they had ordered.

He immediately leaned back and dropped his hands to his lap. She couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at that. But her disappointment was soon gone as they started to eat. The food was absolutely delicious.

“Mmm…this is like.. the best prawns I have ever tasted.” She said as she finished eating the last prawn and licked her fingers clean.

“Yeah, it's the best isn't it? You know, it's so refreshing to see you eat without talking about the calories. I mean, I think this is the most I've seen you eat since I've known you.” He chuckled.

“Umm.. yeah. Life is short. Why waste so much good food? We should enjoy them and be grateful for what God has given us.” She said and he laughed.

“I thought you said you were an atheist.”

Her heart seemed to stop at that. She sighed and hoped she wasn't ruining things too much for Aurora that night.

“Yeah.. well. I've had a change of heart.” She finally replied, not knowing what else to say.

“Okay, good for you, Aurora. I'm happy to see a lot of positive change in you. It seems Y/n has a positive influence on you.”

“Oh! Yeah.. yeah. She absolutely does!” She smiled.

“Good. I'm glad. She's a really nice girl and smart and diligent too. I'm really glad you finally appreciate her and treat her better.” He smiled.

Her heart soared as she listened to his compliments.

“That's very nice of you to say that, Sebastian.” She gushed and he looked at her with a slightly confused look on his face.

“I mean, nice of you to say that about her. And yeah, I agree. She's a really good and nice assistant. Maybe I should give her a raise.” She continued, laughing internally.

“You really should. If you want to keep her as your assistant you need to raise her salary because after Pumping Black is done I'm thinking of hiring her as my PA for my next project.” He said and her jaw dropped.

“Well.. in that case, you can have her.” She said, hoping that by the time the shooting for Pumping Black was done she and Aurora would switch back again.

“Oh, okay. Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yeah, absolutely. But maybe we should wait after Pumping Black is over before telling her. I mean, I might change my mind by then. We'll see.” She quickly said as she realized if they hadn't switched bodies again by that time, it would be better that she stayed as Aurora's PA.

“Okay. Anyway, do you want to get some dessert?” He asked.

“Oh of course!” She said enthusiastically.

“Are you sure about that? Don't you want to count the calories first of what you've eaten so far?” He teased.

“Oh! Yeah, you're right. But I think just a small piece of tiramisu wouldn't add much calories.. right?” She asked, making him laugh.

“You know, I think it has more calories than everything you've eaten so far combined.” He laughed again.

“Oh.. okay.” Her face fell. She usually was a sucker for dessert and she had been really curious about the dessert in the restaurant. So far every dish had been amazing and she felt it would be such a missed opportunity to not order dessert.

“Aurora, just order it. We can share. I need to watch my calorie intake myself but I'm really curious about their tiramisu. So, we can just share.” He winked and her face brightened immediately.

“Okay!” She replied cheerfully, making him smile.

“Alright, I think that was the best tiramisu.. no…wait.. the best dessert I have ever had in my entire life!” She exclaimed after they finished sharing a piece of tiramisu.

“Definitely! We should get another piece.” He suggested, making her laugh.

And so they ordered two more pieces of tiramisu so they could each have a piece for themselves. By the time they finished the tiramisu she felt so full and sleepy that she yawned.

“Hmm.. you're tired aren't you? We should head back.” He said as he put his spoon down.

“I'm sorry. I just feel so full. I don't think I've ever eaten that much in my life.” She replied, making him laugh.

“I believe you. Anyway, I was thinking of taking a walk at the beach. But if you don't want to, then it's okay.” He said.

Her heart skipped a beat as she listened to him. A romantic walk at the beach?! With Sebastian Stan? How could she say no?!

“Oh, sure! I'd love to take a walk with you! It would help in digesting everything. Much better than going straight to bed.” She smiled and he smiled back.

“Okay. Let me take care of the bills and we can go.” He said.

“Wait! I should pay. I mean, it's the least I can do to repay you for giving me the opportunity to be cast in Pumping Black.” She quickly said.

“Oh, right. Okay. Thanks Aurora.” He smiled.

When the bills came her eyes widened. She was glad she was being Aurora. Otherwise she couldn't have paid for the bills. This restaurant truly was the most expensive restaurant she ever had the chance to dine in. But of course it was all worth it in the end.

She was kind of nervous and hoping she had picked the right credit card to use. They had switched wallets and handbags back in Aurora's castle but Aurora never told her which ones she could use. Thankfully the restaurant accepted Aurora's card without a fuss and so they were soon out of the restaurant and strolled along the street towards Venice beach's famous boardwalk.

It was 9 pm so the beach was dark when they got there. But far in the distance she could see the bright lights coming from Santa Monica Pier with the large circular Ferris Wheel twinkling brightly against the dark sky.

“Have you ever gone there?” She asked, her eyes still looking towards the inviting lights of Santa Monica Pier.

“Oh yeah. A while ago. Have you?” He asked as they stopped at the edge of the beach, just before the waves could reach their feet.

“No.” She shook her head.

“All this time you've lived in LA and you've never gone there?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Umm.. yeah.. I just, never found anyone I want to go there with.” She replied, hoping Aurora really had never gone there before.

“Well, maybe we can go there together.. one day..” He slowly replied as he glanced at her. He seemed to be blushing a little and it made her heart soar in her chest.

“I would love that.” She smiled, feeling her cheeks reddened too.

She felt the breeze of the wind coming from the sea and shivered.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“No, I'm fine.” She replied but couldn't stop herself from rubbing her own arms. The fabric of her dress was rather thin and on top of that she wasn't wearing a bra.

“I wish I had a jacket with me. But maybe you can just wear this.” He said as he started to unbutton his shirt.

“Wait, Sebastian you really don't need to do that.” She quickly interjected but he already finished unbuttoning his shirt and started to take it off.

“Don't worry, I wear a t-shirt under this.” He smiled as he finally took off his shirt and put it around her shoulder, leaving him only wearing a tight white t-shirt.

“T.. thanks, Sebastian.” She stuttered. Her heart beat so fast in her chest as Sebastian continued to drape his shirt around her.

“There, I hope this can fend off the wind a little bit.” He looked down and smiled, making her heart gallop even faster in her chest.

She looked up and felt like time stood still. He looked down at her with hooded eyes, making her heart beat faster. He moved slowly closer to her and her heart beat even faster, his eyes flicked downwards at her lips and he licked his lips.

Is this it? Is he going to kiss her?

She could feel his hand on her waist, gently pulling her closer to him, making her certain that he really was going to kiss her!

Suddenly her cellphone rang and he dropped his hand from her waist.

“Sorry.. “ She said as she took a step back from him and opened her handbag, cursing internally at whoever ruined the moment.

“It's okay. Just pick it up. It might be important.” He smiled although she could see a slight disappointment in his eyes. He put his hands in the pocket of his pants as he continued to stare at her.

She rummaged through her handbag and finally found her cellphone still ringing with a shrill sound. She looked at the screen and saw Aurora's name on it. She sighed and immediately picked it up.

“Hello.”

“Oh, there you are. What took you so long?!” Aurora's voice traveled through the speaker.

“I was kind of busy. What do you want? Something wrong with Paris?” She asked, pretending to care about the dog.

“No, it's worse than that.”

“What?"

“I'm.. “ Aurora sighed and took a deep breath. “I'm in jail, I need you to bail me out.”

“What?!” She exclaimed out loud. “What happened?”

“Just come down here but don't let Seb know. I don't have much time. They won't let me make a call too long. They're going to take my cellphone after I finish calling you. I'll send you the directions to the police station.” Aurora explained.

“Fine. Are you with Nelson?” She asked.

“No. I decided to go to Silver Lake alone. I don't want him to know what I was up to. I don't want him to be suspicious.” Aurora replied.

“Right, okay. I'll be there as soon as I can.” She replied.

“Okay. Make It fast!” Aurora commanded then she hung up without saying anything else.

She shook her head as she put her cellphone back in her handbag, wondering what on earth Aurora did that could get her arrested.

“Is something wrong?” Sebastian asked, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at her.

“It's ..mm.. Paris seems to have diarrhea again.” She responded. “I have to go now.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I'll drive you home.”

“No! I mean.. it's okay, I can go home by myself. You need to go back home and rest. Don't you have an early rehearsal tomorrow?” She asked, referring to a rehearsal for Pumping Black that was scheduled for the next morning.

“Well.. yeah, you too. You're in the movie too, remember?” He said.

“Right, that's right.” She nodded. “That's why we should split up so we can each get home faster and thus go to sleep faster.”

“But I can drive you, Aurora, it's no big deal. I can't let you go home by yourself at this hour. Come on.” He said then he picked her hand gently, making her heart skip a beat. Then he pulled her back towards the direction of the Felix Trattoria restaurant.

Her heart continued to beat fast in her chest as they walked hand in hand towards the restaurant. She couldn't believe it! She was holding hands with Sebastian! His hand felt warm and firm in hers, making her feel safe and protected.

So, this was how it felt to have a boyfriend. She thought as they drove back towards Aurora's castle. It felt good to have someone that can help and look after you. She had always been alone for most of her adult life and was used to being independent. Having someone like Sebastian felt really nice. Deep down she hoped they would never find that Gypsy woman and ended up being stuck in each other's body forever. She definitely wouldn't miss her old life. Especially not if she had Sebastian by her side.

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Los Angeles Police Department, Northeast Police Station - Monday, July 10th 2023, 10.30 pm

It took her one and a half hours to get to the police station after she and Sebastian left Venice Beach. Sebastian dropped her off at Aurora's castle then she immediately took another one of Aurora's cars and went to the police station.

When she entered the station, all of the policemen gawked at her. She remembered then that she was Aurora and not herself.

She smiled and could see how almost all of the policemen seemed to blush as they looked at her, and she couldn't help but feel flattered a little. The way they reacted around her was definitely different compared to when she was still in her own body. She must admit that she felt both happy yet uncomfortable about it.

“Good evening, sir.” She greeted one of the policemen who was sitting behind a desk.

“G.. good evening, ma'am. How can I help you?” The policeman asked, his eyes widened.

“I'm here to bail out my assistant.” She replied.

“Your assistant?”

“Yes, her name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. She called me a couple of hours ago asking me to bail her out.” She explained.

“Oh, yes, of course. Yes, she is here. If you want to bail her out, the amount is ten thousand dollars.” The policeman said and her jaw dropped.

“What?!”

“Yes, ma'am. She broke into a commercial building in Silver Lake.”

“What? She did what?” She exclaimed out loud.

“She broke into a building, The Spellbound Herb store, ma'am.” the policeman clarified.

She sighed. “Did she take anything?”

“No, nothing ma'am. She said she was looking for the owner of the store and didn't mean to take anything.” The policeman replied.

“Okay. Well, do you accept credit card?” She asked.

“Fortunately, we do. But, seeing she's your assistant, you can opt to just give a signature bond. I mean, we know who you are and we're sure you can guarantee that your assistant will come for her trial at court.”

“Oh, okay. That's good. When is her trial?” She asked.

“It's been scheduled for the day after tomorrow at noon.” The policeman answered.

“Alright. What kind of sentence will she get?”

“Well, that depends. The sentence for breaking and entering is usually a maximum of six months in jail and a fine of up to $1000.”

“What? Six months in jail?!” Her jaw dropped.

“Yes, but considering your assistant didn't have a previous criminal record and that she didn't seem to steal anything, I'm certain she won't be in jail that long. Maybe for 1-3 months.” The policeman assured her.

“Oh.. still.. three months in jail..” she trailed, her mind trying to grapple with the situation.

“Yes, you might want to hire another assistant in the time being.” The policeman commented, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah.. maybe.” She responded slowly, her mind still trying to deal with the situation.

“Anyway, let me prepare the paperworks for your signature bond. Please have a seat, ma'am.” the policeman said, gesturing his hand towards several chairs behind her.

“Thank you, officer.” She nodded then smiled making the policeman blush.

She turned around and sat on one of the chairs. She couldn't believe Aurora would get herself arrested like this. Her clean criminal record was now tarnished. And not to mention the fact that she might be sentenced to jail for six months! Now she really hoped they would never switch back into their own bodies.

About half an hour later, the process was finally done. Aurora was immediately brought out from temporary detention. She thought Aurora would look awful, stressed and scared. But instead when she got out she held her head high and didn't seem to lose her confidence one bit.

For the first time ever she felt like she kind of admired Aurora. She was sure she would look scared and stressed if she ever got arrested, but then she quickly brushed it off.

After Aurora got all her personal belongings back, they walked out of the police station and quickly got into the car.

“Alright, what the h**l happened?” She turned towards Aurora and stared at her, her eyebrows knitted together.

Aurora sighed and took a deep breath.

“I talked to the staff at the boutiques next to Spellbound Herb but they didn't have any information on the Gypsy woman. I couldn't leave without getting any kind of clue. I really need for us to switch back before the shoot for Pumping Black. So I decided to break into the store and try to find some kind of clue.”

“Oh my God, Aurora. What were you thinking?! And now you.. no.. me.. I'm facing the possibility of being sentenced to jail for up to six months!” She exclaimed out loud.

“Yeah, don't worry about it. I have the best lawyers. They can help get us out of this.” Aurora shrugged.

“What if they can't? What then?” She asked, exasperated.

“Well we better find that Gypsy woman fast so we can switch before the trial. I am not spending six months in jail!” Aurora protested.

“Well you should've thought of that before you broke into the store!” She yelled.

“Oh now you're turning into me with all the yelling.” Aurora commented.

“Aurora..” She sighed.

“Don't worry. My lawyers can handle this. Now let's go back to Silver Lake and get my other car and go back home. I'm exhausted.” Aurora yawned.

“Fine.” She sighed. “By the way, did you manage to get any clue from the store?” She asked.

“I only got some business cards but the number is the same as the one we already have.”

“So you're telling me we're facing the possibility of imprisonment for nothing?!” She yelled again.

“Yeah, something like that. Could you stop with the yelling? It's annoying.” Aurora protested.

“Unbelievable.” She threw her hands up in the air in frustration. “By the way, now you know what it feels like to be yelled at. It's annoying!”

“Yeah yeah, I get it now. Just stop yelling! I'm tired.” Aurora protested.

She didn't respond and turned the car engine on. Her heart still felt heavy with anger at how stupid Aurora could be.

“How did you even manage to break into the store?” She asked after a while.

“I picked the lock of the door with some hairpins.” Aurora replied.

She turned to look at Aurora and raised her eyebrows. “Where did you learn how to do that? Most importantly, why did you learn how to do that?”

“My ex taught me how. As to the why, it was just for fun.” Aurora shrugged.

“Did you date a burglar or something?” She asked, dumbfounded as she turned to look back on the road.

“Of course not, idiot. My ex was an actor too and he had a role as a burglar and learned how to pick a lock as part of his training.” Aurora explained.

“Oh, okay.” She nodded. “No need to call me an idiot by the way.” She protested.

“Yeah.. yeah.. By the way, I'm thinking of hiring a private detective to track the Gypsy woman down. We can't possibly stay like this for months!” Aurora said.

“Oh okay. Good idea.” She replied even though deep down she didn't think it was.

She made a silent prayer in her heart that they would somehow never find that Gypsy woman. She was just getting close to Sebastian and he seemed to like her! She didn't want to go back into her own body just yet. Especially now that they were facing a threat of imprisonment.

“So, what did you and Sebastian talk about?” Aurora asked, making her heart jump.

“Oh.. the fact that you're not a real couple.” She snickered.

“What did you say?!” Aurora turned to her, her eyes widened.

“I swear I didn't ask. He just mentioned your relationship contract.” She explained.

“Oh that stupid son of a b***h.” Aurora cursed, putting her fingers on the bridge of her nose and squeezed it.

“Don't call him that.” She scolded her, glancing at Aurora in dislike.

“Well he really can be stupid.” Aurora protested.

“Well not more stupid than you who got yourself arrested tonight.” She grumbled.

Aurora huffed and pouted then turned her face towards the window. She sighed deeply then turned her attention back on the road.

She couldn't believe what a crazy day it had been. What she didn't realize was that it was just the start of more crazy days ahead of them.

Chapter 13 >

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hi ! can i request something for chris evans x stan!reader (seb's sister) and romantic between r and chris, maybe r has been having a rough time lately, feeling anxious in general and just sad and overwhelmed and both chris and seb are worried about her and plan to do something to cheer her up, maybe a movie night with her comfort movies and r is just so grateful for having them both and she cries and there's hugs and just fluffy hurt/comfort 🤍 thank you so much in advance! have a great day/night wherever you are!

Chris Evans x Stan!Reader

(A/N: The song is Control by Zoe Wees. Song lyrics in pink. I absolutely loved this request. I got a bit carried away with it but I stuck to your main idea. I hope you enjoy it.)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Anxiety attack, Talks of misogyny in the music industry, Angst, Fluff, Romanian thanks to Google Translate.

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You, your brother and your boyfriend were all in Boston. With the three of you acting for a living, you weren’t often in the same place at the same time. Sebastian is your twin brother, you have been inseparable since birth. Your mother adored the bond the two of you shared. It was especially helpful when the three of you escaped communist Romania when you were eight.

You moved to Vienna for four years before eventually moving to New York. This caused a lot of anxiety between the pair of you but it was like you were each other’s therapy. There were no secrets between the two of you and you could read each other like a book. Your stepfather was the headmaster at your’s and Sebastian’s school and soon enough the anxiety calmed down.

As you got older, you both expressed an interest in the arts, specifically acting. Your mother also taught you the piano from a young age and one day you hoped to release a few songs. Both of your careers were going great, granted you weren’t world famous but you both were happy with your jobs and made a decent living. Your mother was more than proud of the both of you and would go to see everything either of you were in, even if you were just an extra.

For about nine years, there were roles here or there with Sebastian being in Gossip Girl and The Covenant; and you being in Mean Girls, eventually you were both cast in two major films.

Sebastian was cast as Bucky Barnes, in Captain America: The First Avenger. Originally, he auditioned for Steve Rogers, but was just as excited to get Bucky. At a similar time you auditioned for a role in the movie Thor. You too got cast and ended up with the role of Freyja, Thor and Loki’s sister and Goddess of War.

The two films caused the pair of you to be apart for long periods of time. This was hard for the both of you. With the distance and keeping secrets from each other due to your contracts, you found yourselves arguing more often. That was until your mother got involved and with a sharp, trageți vă și fiți liniștiți. Mă doare capul.’ From your mother, soon caused the two of you to stop. (pull yourselves together, you are giving me a headache.)

When the movies came out, you both went to each other’s movies, you finally got to meet Chris Evans, who your brother had been going on about and a few other cast members. The same for when Thor came out, you especially introduced him to Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston. You also told Sebastian you would replace him with Tom, which promptly caused your mother to hit that back of your head.

When you were contacted for The Avengers and Sebastian wasn’t, you could see how that affected him. Bucky had been killed off and even though Seb knew he would be filming again, he didn't know when.

When filming, you got closer to Chris Evans, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him but he was dating Minka Kelly at the time so you never pursued anything.

That and the last time you went out with one of Seb’s friends, it didn’t end very well. You dated his co-star Chace Crawford, and initially, Seb was excited for the pair of you. Everything was going great but fast, eventually after a nasty argument, the two of you called it quits. Despite you telling Sebastian that your break up didn't have to affect their friendship, for a few years the two of them barely spoke, Sebastian having an alliance with you.

You knew that Seb would never want you and Chris to date so for a few years up until Avengers:Infinity War, nothing happened. You both casually dated and were really good friends, but everything remained platonic. That all came to a halt though when for a scene, Freyja had to kiss Steve Rogers. Both of you were professionals and to start with, neither of you were nervous. It wasn’t your first on screen kiss and it probably wouldn’t be your last.

The two of you performed the scene and when it got to the kiss, neither of you could pull away. Cut had been yelled multiple times and both you and Chris hadn’t heard it. Eventually, when you both pulled away, laughter could be heard on set. Relationships were allowed on set between actors as long as they went through HR.

The only person who wasn’t overly pleased was Sebastian, however, it didn't take him long to support you both when he saw how happy you made each other.

During the pandemic a few years later, you and Chris had already moved in together. You both lived in Boston which was Chris’s hometown and only an hour flight away from your Mom and Sebastian. Whilst in lockdown, you and Chris ended up engaged. You both decided to wait until the pandemic was over to start planning the wedding. Especially after reading the horror stories online about how people had to keep canceling their weddings.

Everything was going perfectly for all you until it wasn’t

Everyone was coming out of lockdown and everything was starting to open up again. During the pandemic, you had facetimed with Sebastian everyday. Even though separation became easier as you grew older, there were still times when you needed your twin brother.

You went from being used to being inside with Chris and Dodger, to back to the real world. If anything, you forgot how persistent the paparazzi could be. You could feel the childhood anxiety rise up again. The feeling like you were always on the edge of a panic attack and that your legs would disappear from underneath you.

You decided that you wanted to focus more on music then acting for a while and you had been writing down a few ideas that you had. Sebastian was staying with you and Chris for a while. Pam and Tommy had just been released and so had Fresh. Seb had just finished Fresh and you asked him to stay when Chris went to go film Ghosted.

It had been a long time since you had spent some time with your twin and Seb came to Boston about two weeks before Chris left as the two of them hadn’t seen each other in so long.

“So what movie we watching?” Chris asked as he sat down next to me, throwing his arm behind me and Seb sat a little further away, the other side of me. The three of you decided on Ghostbusters. Halfway through the movie, you got a phone call from your manager, quietly excusing yourself you took the phone call.

“Hey Laura, what's up?” You answered.

“Hey Y/N, listen I talked to the producers and they don’t like a few of the records.”

“What?” You felt your heart drop.

“I think they are great but the producers think they are missing something. I know you and I know you will come up with something great. We can put these songs on the deluxe album.”

“Yeah. I guess I can write something else. Leave with me thanks Laura.”

“Bye Y/N.”

You hung up the phone and felt a sob rise in your throat. Trying to stay quiet as you felt a panic attack coming on you moved even further through the house. You ended up in your and Chris’ bedroom. You kept replaying the conversation in your head. All you could hear was that the producers didn’t like it.

Little did you know, as you were spiraling, Chris and Seb were wondering where you were. They couldn’t hear you talking on the phone so they got up to look for you. They looked everywhere until they heard you whimpering in your bedroom.

Chris went straight in, Seb lingering slightly at the door until he saw your shaking figure on the bed. Both men rushed up to you and engulfed you in a hug. It broke both their hearts to see you in that state.

“What happened Love?” Chris asked gently but you could barely breathe, let alone try to respond.

“Let me try.” Seb whispered over your head. “inspirați și expirați pentru mine Y/N. În și în afara.”Sebastian murmed to you in Romanian. (Breathe in and out for me Y/N, In and out.)

This helped you calm down quite a bit, hearing your twin brother speak to you in your first language. Chris was looking at the two of you in confusion. He knew a little Romanian but not alot.

Eventually you felt calm enough to talk. “The producers didn’t like my music. They think it is missing something.” You managed to tell them.

“Oh, Y/N/N.” Chris sighed. He felt your pain at that moment. He had seen how hard you had worked to write those songs and how nervous you were to go out in public just to get to the studio to record. He also saw how you were treated differently because you were a woman. Having anxiety himself, he knows how much criticism can knock someone’s confidence.

Seb on the other hand looked fuming. All throughout your careers, he had seen you be paid less, not listened to creatively and been undermined publicly, compared to him. He could feel physical pain watching you yet again be treated unfairly. He had heard your songs and he knew they were great, he just didn’t know why the label couldn’t agree.

“So you know what we’re gonna do?” Seb asked you. You shook your head. “We’re gonna finish Ghostbusters, then you are gonna write an incredible song and prove to them that you can write a great record. Keep a hold of your songs they didn’t like and once your contract runs out with them, me and Chris are gonna help you set up your own label. You decide what gets released.” Seb told you. You latched onto your brother and fiancé feeling really lucky in that moment.

*Four Months Later*

You walked out onto the stage as Jimmy Fallon called out your name.

“Y/N, it’s great to see you! Thanks for coming.” Jimmy greeted you.

“Thank you for having me Jimmy.”

“So, Y/N, you have had a jam packed lockdown. Getting engaged and writing an album!” You heard the audience cheer when Jimmy mentioned your engagement.

“Yeah, it’s definitely been busy.”

“So, you were quarantined with your fiancé Chris Evans and you announced your engagement. How's the wedding planning?”

“It’s going alright. We have more stuff planned now then during lockdown as we wanted to make sure that nothing would be canceled.”

“That’s a good idea, well congratulations.” Jimmy cheered. “So you have a new song out called ‘Control’, what's the story behind that?”

“Well, I have struggled with anxiety since I was a kid. Back then it wasn’t really noticed and with the help of my brother it was under control, however, during the lockdown it started to get worse again.” You took a deep breath. “When restrictions were lifted and Seb had a break for a month or two, Chris was going away filming so I invited him to Massachusetts. Just before Chris left, I had a big anxiety attack. The way both Sebastian and Chris supported me, inspired me to write ‘Control.’” You explained.

“That’s amazing that they inspired you.” Jimmy praised. He then cut it to a break and you got ready to perform. WHen they came back, Jimmy introduced you again.

“So now performing her new song ‘Control’, It’s Y/N Stan.” You took a breath before starting to play the piano.

Early in the morning I still get a little bit nervous

Fightin' my anxiety constantly, I try to control it

Even when I know it's been forever I can still feel the spin

Hurts when I remember and I never wanna feel it again

Don't know if you get it 'cause I can't express how thankful I am

That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

Sometimes I still think it's coming but I know it's not

Tryin' to breathe in and then out but the air gets caught

'Cause even though I'm older now and I know how to shake off the past

I wouldn't have made it if I didn't have you holding my hand

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

I need you to know, I would never be this strong without you

You've seen how I've grown, you took all my doubts, 'cause you were home

I don't wanna lose control

There's nothing I can do anymore

I don't wanna lose control, oh-oh-oh-oh

Nothing I can do anymore (anymore), anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

When you finished you took a deep breath as the live audience applauded you. When Jimmy ended the show, Chris and Sebastian came from the front row and made their way over.

“I’m so proud of you.” Sebastian praised. You couldn’t help the smile that took over. “Mulțumesc Sebastian.”

Seb walked away, leaving you with Chris. “That was amazing Sweetheart.”

“Thank you Baby.” Chris leant down to kiss you and you felt the fireworks you felt the first time he kissed you.

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jess-unkommentiert · 2 years

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Heartbeats 💕 Masterlist

"For only a fraction of a second she felt that their hearts were beating in the same rhythm - the world around them seemed to be frozen again."

→ Sebastian Stan x female reader ←

She met Sebastian Stan at a birthday party. It was an innocent first meeting - nothing happened. But when they met again they started to ask themselves:

Are they supposed to be friends - or more?

A classical romance with ups and downs, a lot of fluff and enjoyable love, a little bit of smut and drama. But hopefully a happy end, right?

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→ The story on Wattpad

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[This FanFiction is ON GOING = NOT FINISHED]

[1] The famous classmate

[2] Eyes never lie!

[3] It is his job to be ‘the nice guy’

[4] She is probably engaged or married

[5] It’s a wrap

[6] New job opportunities

[7] The trip that changed her whole life

[8] Captain America 4: New world order

[9] Shivers

[10] The king of karaoke

[11] Date night?

[12] Daily Work

[13] A weekend in New York (Seb’s POV)

[14] Thunderstorm

[15] Naked Bodies

[16] The first official date 🤍

[17] What are we?

[18] Concern

[19] Despair

[20] Welcome Home

[21] We need to talk...

[22] Recovery

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bunnyweasley23 · 2 years

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SEBASTIAN STAN X READER

For visual purposes this is your dress(however you could imagine something different as long as it’s the same color)⬆️⬆️

Imagine:

This is Sebastian's face when he see you arriving to the Endgame Premier

You hadn't let him see your dress at all so all he knew was that you guys were wearing the same colors.

"Y/N! Over here! Look this way! To the left! Smile!" The paparazzi yelled as you walked over to Sebastian

"You look beautiful dragă." He mumbled in your ear as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist for pictures.

"You don't look to bad yourself Mr. Stan." You joked with a happy smile

"L/N! I love you!" You heard someone yell, immediately recognizing the voice

"I love you too Mackie!" You yelled back with a smile as you and Sebastian continued to take pictures.

#sebastain stan #marvel imagines #seb stan #x female reader #famous!reader #sebastian stan x actress!reader #wife!reader

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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sebastian stan fics

add yourself to the tag list and join the fam :) -ray

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singer!reader x seb stan

3.10 *

The reader is a singer being interviewed on The Late Late Show and is surprised by the second guest.

thanks, vogue <3

Singer!reader is doing a vogue beauty secrets youtube video with a special guest

pretty *

Quick lil drabble of singer!reader x seb

onwards and upwards

Singer!reader says ‘I love you’ for the first time

award shows *

singer!reader and seb attend an award show for the reader, then celebrate accordingly

europe - request *

singer!reader writes another song, this one is about seb

grilled cheese

singer!reader has been getting hate online recently so boyfriend!sebastian helps

ode to sebastian

singer!reader’s first radio interview in the UK

not a dull life

singer!reader slips up during an interview

jealousy, jealousy

singer!reader sees something she doesn’t like

to the rest of your lives

sebastian’s pov of proposing and the wedding

little bird

singer!reader and seb get caught by the paps while grocery shopping

one shots and requests

dm slide

The reader is a celebrity who sends a drunk dm to seb

diner girl *

The reader is a waitress at a late night diner and meets an interesting new customer

my hero - request

The reader suffers from anxiety and feels bad because of it but seb comforts her and helps her through it

unrequited bucket list - request *

The reader is seb’s best friend since childhood and she’s in love with him

jeff bezo’s bucky barnes

the reader finds something interesting on amazon

little moments

aftercare and morning after with bastian

no questions asked

aftercare in the readers pov

back to full m.list

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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They Always Do.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: insecurity

Requested: Nope

Summary: "you're not worried? he seems to be spending a lot of time with her..." "no" "why not?" "because i braced myself for this months ago. they leave, they always do. it's nothing new"

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! The first part of this fic is fluff, angst in the middle, fluff again at the end. Nothing too extreme, just a little one-shot. Enjoy!

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"Sebastian, Y/N, so glad you made it!" Susan Downey smiled warmly at the couple. "Of course, we couldn't miss the 56th birthday of the one and only Iron Man," Sebastian chuckled, walking into the house with his girlfriend. He put his arm around Y/N, observing the place. "Guys! Hello!" they heard.

"Mr Downey," Y/N greeted politely, turning to smile at the birthday boy. "You must be the girlfriend," he grinned, pulling her into a bear hug. "Yep, that's me." Then he turned to Sebastian, frowning. "Why didn't you introduce her to everyone sooner?" Y/N laughed as Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging.

"Don't ask me, she was the one too chicken to meet you!" Sebastian defended himself, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend. She snorted as Robert let go of her, returning to Sebastian's side. "I guess that's on me," she sighed dramatically, making both men laugh. "Well, enjoy yourselves! Have a drink, have fun!"

With that, he walked away. Sebastian noticed a server holding up a tray of drinks and called him over. He handed a glass to Y/N and took one for himself, taking a sip. "Thanks for bringing me over, honey," Y/N smiled and he turned to her, scoffing. "You're my girlfriend! God knows they were dying to meet you," he laughed, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

With that they went around the place, talking to new people, old friends and making new acquaintances. Y/N had a lot of fun meeting Sebastian's co-stars, and especially loved Elizabeth Olsen. Y/N was a huge Marvel fan and one of her favorite works of the MCU was WandaVision. Y/N had fangirled a bit, not gonna lie.

Like that passed an hour. After her feet started hurting, Sebastian decided it was time for the woman to sit down, have a drink and chill out. "Okay doll, here's a glass of champagne, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I'm going there, with Chris and Anthony. I love you." She smiled when he gave her a quick kiss.

"I love you too, and don't worry, I'll find you easy. This place isn't that big."

"I heard that!"

Laughing at her antics, Sebastian gave his girlfriend one more loving kiss before prancing out of the room in search of his best friends, Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie. Y/N relaxed on the comfortable couch with a sigh, sipping on her drink. It all began a year ago, very cheesily, might I add.

Y/N was at her favourite coffee shop when he had walked in. Immediately, fans had him surrounded, but she didn't go over to him. She stayed seated, looking at him, wishing she could go over but she knew how stressful fan interactions were for celebrities. Sebastian had, unfortunately, caught her eye and she had turned beet red, burying her face in her laptop.

He had found her absolutely winsome and after the crowd around him had dissipated, he had wandered over to her table and introduced himself. She was flustered around him, which made him tingly inside. And he had blurted out, "Wanna meet here next Saturday at 7?" They kept their promise and that's how they started dating.

A year ago.

That was a healthy amount of time.

Right?

Y/N couldn't help but have her doubts. All her previous relationships were pathetic failures, where the guy usually got bored of her within 3 months. But now, she had braced herself for rejection (which she knew deep down wasn't coming but it pays to be careful). "Hey."

Startled, she turned to see a kinda young, kinda drunk woman sitting next to her, looking up at her with doe eyes. "Hi," Y/N smiled back politely. "You're— you're the woman!" She had started slurring her words, which made Y/N frown a bit. "I'm… what?" she blinked. "The girl! Who came over with Sebastian Stan, you're his girlfriend!" The woman laughed loudly.

A few heads turned towards them but quickly looked away when they realized that the girl was drunk. "Yep, that's me. Why?" Y/N was now amused. As they talked, she didn't notice Sebastian walking into the room. He had come back to ask Y/N something but had paused in his tracks when he saw her frowning at the young, drunk woman.

Then he inched closer, unabashedly eavesdropping on her conversation. "Yep, saw him spending a lot of time with Ms Lizzie Olsen. If he was mine, girl, I would take that man home and show him who truly belongs to him, if you know what I mean," the girl winked and a sad smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "They're good friends, of course they're gonna spend time together."

Sebastian smiled at her answer. He knew she was different, she didn't get easily jealous and he liked that, since it reduced the number of arguments they had by a lot. His jealousy? Well, that's a story for another time… "You don't mind? He seems to be spending a lot of time with her…" the drunk woman frowned at Y/N.

Well, she was drunk, she wouldn't remember this night anyway, so maybe… it would be good to get some things off her chest.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I braced myself for this months ago. They leave, they always do. It's nothing new," Y/N admitted, swirling the champagne that was swimming in her half-full glass. Sebastian's heart shattered into a million pieces at her words. Before the words were even completely out of her mouth, tears had started stinging in his eyes.

"Y/N?" Startled yet again, Y/N turned to see Sebastian smiling at her. "Seb! Hi, thought you were with your friends!" she grinned at him. "I— uh— something came up, we need to go," he spoke quietly, fidgeting with his hands. Y/N's brows furrowed but she got up, collecting her coat and her purse.

"Can we at least say Happy Birthday to Robert?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." Sebastian managed a weak smile when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, going off to find Robert and Susan. She told them something urgent came up and they allowed the couple to leave. "Seb, let's go!" He followed her out of the house, meekly trailing behind her, the words she said ringing in his ears.

They leave, they always do. It's nothing new.

How had this woman, practically a Goddess, had such bad experiences that she was forced to think that way? He was never going to leave her, having found the perfect woman at last. He got into the driver's seat of his car, and the car ride home was quiet. Y/N was getting anxious. What happened to him? Did something happen at the party?

Once they were home, Sebastian couldn't help himself. "S—" Y/N yelped when he crushed her to his body, hugging her tightly. He took both of them to their shared bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her on his lap and buried his face in her chest, breaking down. "Seb, honey, what's wrong?" Y/N cooed, getting insanely paranoid.

The crying didn't stop for 15 minutes. Y/N, in a futile attempt to get him to stop, was running a hand through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, holding him close. When he took in a shuddering breath, he pulled away and finally looked Y/N in her eyes. "Now are you going to tell me what happened?" she smiled gently.

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "I'm sorry," he croaked out and Y/N frowned. "Sorry for what?" He shook his head, burying his face back in his safe haven. Except, Y/N wasn't having any of that. She pulled him away and dropped a soft kiss to his forehead. "Tell me what happened."

He took in another shaky breath.

"I… I heard you."

"Heard me?" Y/N blinked. "Yes. You were… you were talking to that girl on the couch and she was— she was talking about how I seem to be spending a lot of time with Lizzie and you— you said you didn't mind but she kept on insisting and you said they leave. they always do. I'm not going to leave you, Y/N, I promise. You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I'm not letting you go."

Oh.

"Seb," Y/N whispered, her own eyes now filled to the brim with tears. "Don't cry," he chuckled with a watery voice, wiping her tears off. "It's just— all my relationships before you… the guys were assholes. They always left 2-3 months in. I— I wasn't taking any chances with you, you know… plus, you're kind of a famous guy and you can get so many better women—"

He didn't want to hear it. Better than Y/N? Impossible. He pressed his lips to her, immediately deepening the kiss when she reciprocated. "I promise you, I cannot do any better than you." Y/N smiled shyly at his words and his heart filled with happiness. "Let's go to sleep."

Both of them tired from the crying, they got undressed without trying any funny business. Y/N put on her usual pair of shorts and one of Sebastian's huge t-shirts, getting into the bed where a boxer-clad Sebastian already lay. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest, draping an arm around his taut abdomen.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, doll, I love you."

"I love you too, Seb. Goodnight."

"...Never gonna leave you."

"Not a chance."

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you liked it!

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piggyjeans · 3 years

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Talentless (request)

Sebastian stan x teen!reader, Sebastian stan x costar!reader

Request description: so a Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, where they are really close and he helps them a lot and. they are in a few movies together. in one interview or online or something some accuses the reader of riding their career off of Sebastian’s and Seb assures them that it is not the case

Requested by: @ellerosie2332 it won’t tag u idk why im sorry :(

Warnings: online bullying & insecurity

(A/n): ok I’m sorry bc this is really really short :/ I honestly don’t like thjs fic at all but I wanted to post it for u bc u deserve it . Thank u for requesting it :D I love the request just not the way I wrote it. I hope u like it tho, sorry if u don’t :(

You’d met seb a few years back when you were a brand new actor cast in a movie with him. It was your first acting job and you were ecstatic to be working with someone so extravagant and famous. You didn’t know what to say when you first met him, because of how new to the acting game you were, and you’d had no experience. So you just decided to stay quiet.

But when you finally met him, he’d walked over to the coffee & pastries table you stood at, and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you.” You replied politely. But by the end of the day, you two were already laughing and making jokes out of everything. You’d shown your true self and Sebastian loved it.

Over the time the two of you worked together on that first movie, you grew closer and closer everyday. You were such close friends that the directors and crew had to separate you as often as they could because otherwise you were incredibly disruptive with your laughter and constant ability to find humor in anything.

The day you wrapped was devastating, because you didn’t want to leave your best friend. You didn’t remember what life was like before you’d met Sebastian and you don’t want to go back to figuring it out. The two of you hugged for like an hour before you left on your flight to go back to your hometown, and you cried the entire way, texting Sebastian about how sad you were, and the old man who was sleeping next to you on the plane. You even took a selfie with him while he was drooling on his neck pillow. Sebastian made you smile even when you were states apart.

And only a few days after you’d wrapped the movie, you sat in your bed after finishing school, with nothing to do. Once you checked your email you were offered a role in another movie that had casted Sebastian stan, So you screenshotted the email and sent it to Sebastian and you both freaked out. Yeah, Sebastian freaked out like a teenage girl from his apartment in NYC.

Low and behold, no more than a month later, the two of you were reunited to work together, and make more and more crew members aggravated out of their mind.

This was only one of many. Over the course of the past few years, you and Sebastian have worked in five different movies together, and there could possibly be more in the future. You two had a Seth Rogen & James Franco dynamic, in the aspect of how many movies you’ve worked in together, disregarding the controversy with James Franco.

You two were doing press for your most recent movie, where you played Sebastian's daughter. It was incredible to film, as always. So much fun, and that’s what you told anyone who asked you.

Today, you and Sebastian had been doing interviews all morning nonstop, and you were absolutely exhausted. It’d been one after another of answering the same questions, and you barely had any time to do anything else.

In the interview you were currently in, a 30 something man was asking you the same questions you’d been hearing all day, and you were ready to just repeat all the other answers you’ve said. But this was pretty much the first time all day you’ve heard a different question. The man said, “So y/n, how do you feel about getting nominated for a young actors award?” You stared at him.

You didn’t say anything at first, your eyes were confused as you were trying to comprehend what he just said. Sebastian must’ve been feeling the same way, because he replied for you when he said, “what?”

The man repeated his question, and neither of you answered, again. “Y/n was nominated for a young actors award today, have you not heard?” He said.

“Holy shit, what!?” Sebastian said, as he turned to look at you. Honestly you were still processing when the man told you the first time, and it barely even hit you. “Oh my god.” You said. Thank god that was the last interview for the day, because after that, you and Sebastian went back to your own hotel rooms and just sat around. You were alone in your room, scrolling through social media, liking and replying to all the nice comments.

Then you went on Instagram and saw that Sebastian had tagged you in a post. He posted a picture of you that he’d taken from many years ago. You barely even remember the moment because of how young you were, and you look entirely different. The two of you were eating ice cream. You can’t believe sebastians kept such a low quality picture on his phone for so long, but it makes you smile as you double tap on the photo, slightly scrolling down to read the caption.

sebastianstan: give it up for the coolest kid I know! Y/n is such an amazing actor, and has been since the day I first met them. I’m so thankful to have had the honor and privilege of getting to know them so early on in their career, and I wouldn’t change that for the world! Y/n has built their career from the ground up and it’s been incredible to watch, congratulations y/n, go big or go home!

You smile at your phone, and comment LOVE U SEB💓💓💓

You spend a few more minutes on Instagram, and the last social media you decide to check is Twitter. When you first open it, you see fan accounts that you’d followed tweeting things like, “y/n antis are being ruthless rn I feel terrible :/“

You’re confused, so you check the trending page, and there you are. Y/n l/n is trending. You screenshot it five times and send it to your best friends. This is even crazier than when you’d found out you were nominated for the award in the first place. Once you click on your name, you wish you hadn’t. Your fan accounts are right. People are being ruthless.

Sebastian congratulating y/n as if he’s not the entire reason they’re famous LMFAOOOO

I just know seb feels bad for y/n and the fact that they have the emotional capacity of a fucking dog and had to post that to try to convince them otherwise… he’s too nice that he just bold faced lies I can’tttt😭😭😭😭😭

I don’t get it bc y/n literally doesn’t have an ounce of talent ?? Like anyone of us on stan twt could do better than them I-

Bruh the way y/n would literally be no where if not for seb…😭😭😭

LMFAOOO THE WAY I JUST KNOW Y/N WAS SO HAPPY AFTER SEEING SEBS POST AS IF ITS NOT ALLLLL A LIE I CANT

You furrow your eyebrows in anger, and close out the Twitter app. You stand up and walk away from your phone. Are they right? Is it all because of Sebastian? You barely had any projects that Sebastian is not a part of, so maybe they are right.

You get ready to go to dinner with Sebastian, even though you’re not feeling like it anymore. Your stomach turns in embarrassment as you think about how people really see you that way. You never meant to build your entire career off of him, but I guess people noticed. Before you or Sebastian did.

A few minutes later, Sebastian knocks on your door. You open it while walking past it, not paying attention. “You ready?” He asks. You hum in reply, rubbing your forehead. “You alright, y/n?” He asks, you nod your head slowly, looking for your shoes.

He walks over to you and puts his hand on your shoulder, you sigh immediately and look up at him. “What's wrong? We’re going out to celebrate, you need to be happy!” Sebastian says. You shake your head again, and walk away from him, letting his hand drop to his side. “Everything’s fine, Sebastian. Don’t worry. I’ll have fun.” You say, in possibly the least reassuring voice you could.

“Y/n, cut the bullshit. I don’t need you to lie to me, alright? What’s wrong?” Sebastian says, putting his hands on his hips. He looks maternal. If the two of you weren’t low-key fighting at the moment, you’d tease him for looking like your mother.

“Just the internet. It’s fine, it happens all the time. Stupid kids saying stupid things, whatever. Let’s just go.” You say, sitting on the foot of your bed to put your shoes on.

“Okay, well what was said this time?” Sebastian asks you, and you sigh. “A lot of things, alright? People saying I don’t deserve the award and stuff, it doesn’t matter.” You stand up and look in the mirror on the wall of your hotel room.

“Y/n.” Sebastian says, standing behind you and watching your face from the mirror. “People were saying I didn’t have any talent because I piggybacked off your career, basically. But like I said, it’s chill, so let’s just go.” You say, avoiding eye contact at all cost, searching your room for something that isn’t even there, because you know if you look at Sebastian, your risking crying.

Sebastian is quiet for a while, “That's a lie.” Is all he says. You finally meet his gaze, and chuckle. “Yeah. Thanks. Let's go.” You say, grabbing your bag. “You are talented, y/n. More talented than I am. And at such a young age.” He says, sitting on the foot of your bed. “Alright seb, thanks. It’s fine.” You say.

“I mean, who would even say those things? They’re probably just immature high schoolers who are jealous because you get to hang out with me. And I’m cool.” He continues.

You laugh slightly, “yeah, you’re cool seb. Come on, we’re gonna be late.” He shakes his head, “don’t listen to those people. You built your own career. You wouldn’t have been cast with me for the first time if you were talentless. They know nothing.” He says.

You smile. “Thank you.”

“Don’t ever listen to people who hide behind a screen and make such bold claims. Their opinions are the least valid in this world, even if they think it’s the most important.” Sebastian says, standing up.

You continue smiling, not knowing when he’s gonna stop, so not knowing when to answer. “You gonna say thank you again?” He says. “Thanks.” You laugh.

He walks over and hugs you. “You’re important to me. You wouldn’t be important to me if you had no talent.”

You gasp dramatically, and pull out of the hug. “Is that all I’m worth to you!?” You say, tapping into your acting skills. But Sebastian is just laughing. “I’m the one riding off of your career. They’ve got it all wrong.” He says. Now the two of you are laughing. You laugh out the door, you laugh walking to dinner, in the car, all night. Whenever you’re together, you two always find a way to make everything funny, and to work everything out.

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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That video of Seb taking off heels = the feminine urge to ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*step on him in heels✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

related to this in gif form and video form

Anon-

I couldn't agree more. What I would not give to be a fly on the wall watching Seb get fucking Destroyed (in the best way) by a domme.

I once read an evanstan fic where there was, like, a throw-away one-liner about Sebastian fisting himself to dominatrix porn that was playing loudly off his laptop while he was muffling his own moans into a pillow, having the best orgasm of his life up until that point- in college and discovering himself... and ever since (with the natural addition of all the fucking times Sebastian has said he's more than okay with taking orders from women only feeding the fire) the idea of watching Seb get taken apart by a domme has lived ✨rent free✨ in my head.

So much so that when I had the idea of trying "x reader" content (which I did end up writing for Chris though, not Seb (and if you haven't seen it -> Chris Evans x reader fic here)) I briefly thought about writing a Sebastian Stan x reader fic- with two chapters, of course, one for masculine identifying readers and one for feminine identifying readers (I haven't yet figured out how to write gender neutral readers in my style of writing... apologies! I just feel like the way I write it would be so obvious that I'm working around certain words and parts of particular anatomy that it might make it distracting and remove the sexy vibes, y’know?).

The idea was based off the femme chapter being thought of first. Not the masc one in the way the CE x reader was.

Initially, I wanted the reader to be Seb's girlfriend who's a domme. Not explicitly a pro domme or anything but someone with a lot of/enough gear to look the part. Her kinks matching Seb's with the gear to support said kinks because she would be able to be more outwardly kinky, unlike Sebastian who is famous and therefore can't be.

The scene would begin with Sebastian coming back to his hotel room after a night out, a premiere or red carpet. Something that had him dressed up real pretty and under flashing lights all night. Ruffling his feathers with all the people bizarrely begging to see and talk to him, begging to touch him, even though he still just feels like a kid trying to make it. The compliments are what get him the most though- photographers shouting his name and telling him he looks good. Even just going straight for the kill, grinning behind their flashes and lenses, shouting, "over here, look this way, pretty boy!"

Yeah, he returns to the hotel room flushed- heart not pounding but also not at ease. He's easy to rile up like this. He always is.

In the hotel room, the reader would be waiting. Reclined back as if she's not putting in any effort at all yet all dolled up just for this. For what they both love. Corset. Panties. Fishnets. Boot heels. Rings. Maybe a necklace. Her hair swept back and out of the way for all that you're going to be getting into.

Waiting...

And just the sight of her like that holds Sebastian against the door. His heart rate spiking and face flushing further. He holds perfectly still until she commands him to the floor. His knees.

She walks toward him, slow, heels sinking into the plush carpet of the expensive room. Trying to make it look effortless when it doesn't feel that way. But it's worth it, seeing how Sebastian swallows and looks up at her. Hungry. Wanting, no, needing.

As she steps up to Sebastian, she orders his jacket, tie, and shirt off, but she also beckons him a little closer, a few feet from the door. Giving herself enough space to hook one leg over his shoulder - forcing him to take her weight and feel the uncomfortable sting of her heel digging into his back along with the unspoken, forced rule of craning his neck up to look at her - and exposing herself. Those eager, pretty eyes staring up at her.

Sebastian like this, again, swallows. Although this time, he swallows a whimper that doesn't quite make it all the way down, it's not fully stifled.

And the sound only makes her hungrier, she informs Sebastian slowly, voice sultry, that he's going to eat her out like this so he can earn his orgasm later. If he slows down or if he stops when she doesn't want him to, well, then... she clenches the muscles in her leg, forcing the point of her heel into the smooth surface of his back. Because of it, Sebastian moans, eyes getting dreamier and hazier now he likes pain well enough. Too well someone else might say.

Oh, also, she tells him he has to keep his arms behind his back or else.

Using her legs - one bend over his shoulder and the other straight - she pulls Seb closer. Get to work, she lightly kicks her heel back against Sebastian, enforcing it. She knows he loves this kind of pain. Its written all over his face. And Sebastian shoves that pretty face right up against her, mouth and nose, nuzzling her cunt over the panties she's wearing. Trying his best to safely find a way to nip and pull the fabric of her panties aside so he can actually get to her. Taste her without her panties dulling it. Feel her wetness without the fabric to absorb some of it. He can't but... he's so eager and sweet about it, nuzzling her, whimpering as he fails but tries.

She sighs, eventually helping Seb out some, pulling the fabric of her panties to the side with her fingers and using the heel of her hand to rub her own clit as he sets to work, using that magnificently long tongue of his, and those sinful lips, and those careful teeth to taste her- to lap, lick, nip, and suck at her until she can't stop gasping, "oh, oh, OH-!" Cumming wet and loud over his face, his mouth, her fingers still stroking her own clit (the fingers of her other hand curled tight into his hair, tugging on it like a leash) until it gets too much and she can't take anymore pleasure.

Holy fuck.

It takes a moment for her to regain her balance after her high, nails and heel digging into Sebastian's body, her other knee locked - leg straight and keeping her upright - while her thighs shake. But when finally up and down are understanble directions once more, she has Sebastian collapsing onto his back with a push to the center of his chest. Just a little kick. Digging her heel lightly into his chest as he heaves in breath, gasping and aroused.

gif credit @/beyondthefold

So, so aroused.

Sebastian's face is a mess as she looks at him- towering over him. He's wet with her. Lips swollen and slick. Eyelids heavy, his actual eyes dark, staring up at her with his cock painfully hard against his stomach and an air of what's next? desperately pouring off of him.

What's next is that she straddles his thighs, cooing and teasing him, staring at the painful looking hard-on he has, red and wet at the tip, but also teasing him when Sebastian whines, his hips jerking up against her. He aches. God. He wants to fuck her so bad. To feel her inside. But she tells him not to move, not to try to fuck her or touch her without direct orders, and he stays still after that.

"Such a good boy."

He moans.

She'll let him inside her soon but that doesn't mean he gets the control. She's gonna ride him, planning to get herself off again and then finally let Sebastian have his pleasure. If he keeps being good. She wants to use him like this, so beautifully needy and eager. Willing to do next to anything with a breathless, "yes, ma'am," sensitive, trembling, and fisting his hands so he doesn't reach out and curl his hands around her waist, cinched by the corset and tug her closer, pushing his face against her only to beg and plead and whine for his orgasm. He needs it! But he wants to be good more.

And, of course, for the gentlemen and masc people out there:

Nothing wrong with a man wearing heels. The scene above could be exactly the same or super, super similar. However, I am picturing the above with a male reader that stars more of boot worship or boot licking 👀

Like, heavy workboots stomping around Seb. Those boots pinning him down to the floor, making him beg to be fucked with his voice raw and fucked-out from deep throating his dom just before, swallowing as he finished but still hungry for more.

Then, Sebastian making little "uh, uh, uh!" sounds every time he gets fucked into, his cock pounding deep inside Seb. Clawing at the carpet, eyes rolling back into his head. When he cums too early and his release dribbles down onto his boots - they've moved from doggy style to Sebastian being held like a ragdoll in his lap - Sebastian will be made to lick it off of them. Of course, he's still a good boy. He's just an eager, silly boy too.

*cough* Anyway-

#sometimes i feel creepy writing women in smut because it feels a little like I'm fetishizing them #but then I remind myself that I write the same shit with men and I am attracted to men women and people between and it's like... people be #sexy and i appreciate all in a respectful way lmao #sebastian stan #rpf #real person fanfiction #x reader #sebastian stan x reader #female reader #male reader #fandomfluffandfuck

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Can I request a celebrity AU with Elizabeth Olsen and Female Reader? Where R is Vision in the MCU. And like throughout a series of interviews and behind the scenes shots, you can see how the two actually fall in love in real life. And in like the final interview they ask “Are you two dating?” And this time they can finally say yes

Hello darling, how are you? I hope well. This took me a while, and i’m not sure you’re even going to like it. But i hope you do. It was honestly kind of strange to write for Lizzie, i kept mistaken the name as Wanda. Also, i changed your idea a bit, because i could find the right way to write the interviews. But anyway, here it is. Good reading.

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Love is outside the screen

Summary: The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: None.

Words: 4.308 words //// Read on AO3

Marks: @wandamaximoffpuppy

Part. 2 || Part 3

Eight years ago

Your agent was calling you for the third time, and you thought you should answer before you lost your contract.

Letting out an impatient sigh as you reached for your cell phone, you left it on speaker.

- Hello, Sara. - You say with a slight irony as you relax your body in the water of the jacuzzi again.

- It's not polite to ignore someone who keeps you employed. - she said irritated, making you laugh.

- Sorry, but I told you I was on vacation. - You reminded her. - And what did you keep doing? Oh yes, calling me.

- Don't be so grumpy, woman. - She replied with a light humor in her voice, and you could hear the clatter of keystrokes, suggesting that she was working. - I have an opportunity for you.

You raised your eyebrows in curiosity, but said nothing. And by your silence, Sara kept talking.

- Tell me, have you ever thought about being a superhero?

You let out an incredulous laugh, thinking it was a joke.

- I'm not going to make any weird latex movies, Sara. - You warn her, and she lets out a laugh.

- Actually, honey, it's Marvel.

You blink in surprise, and then turn to rest your arms on the edge of the jacuzzi and look directly at your cell phone.

- What are you talking about?

- Ah, caught your interest, huh? - She remarks. - You actors are all the same, one famous name and you fall to your knees.

- Sara...

- No, it's okay. - She giggles. - They want a openly queer actress to play a lesbian heroine, I think. And then they called me.

- Wow, Marvel doing something like that? - You comment. - It sounds like a lie.

Sara giggles.

- It pays well anyway. - She says, and then a notification pops up on the screen. - I just sent you the script. Let me know if I can confirm your audition.

You let out a sigh before saying goodbye and hanging up, grabbing your cell phone to read the script.

It is the scene description of your character's appearance, and there is also a note for the chemistry test. You bite your lips thoughtfully. You were known in the media for roles in international, indie and cult films, mostly lesbian romance. You had a few academy nominations, and had been awarded twice by the critics. Superheroes were not really what you were looking for. But then you remembered how much you missed having a lgbt reference in media like this, and then you are sending a message to your agent confirming your audition.

//-//

Present

You are twiddling your thumbs in your dressing room. It must be the ninth interview in less than two weeks. Letting out a sigh, you stand up, momentarily looking at your appearance in the mirror. The make-up team did a good job, you look well. And then you are walking outside, to the dressing room next to yours.

You knock on the door, and are soon answered. But Elizabeth doesn't smile when she pulls you inside.

- Hey, Lizzie, what's up? - you ask worriedly as you close the door. The next second she's hugging you tight, and you sigh. - You're anxious, aren't you?

- I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my mouth. - She grumbles and you start stroking her back, trying to calm her down.

- Remember that exercise we practiced, okay? - You ask her tenderly as you move your feet so that you move together toward the sofa in the living room. You break the embrace slowly, to sit Lizzie down on the couch as you kneel in front of her. She looks on the verge of tears, and you place your hands on top of hers. - Breathe with me, okay?

It will take you many minutes to calm her down, but you don't care. And then she smiles, and brings your foreheads together.

- Thank you. - She whispers before kissing you. She walks away too quickly in your opinion, but you can't say anything because the producer is calling you next, announcing that the interview starts in two minutes. You smile at Liz before getting up.

//-//

Seven years ago.

You had just finished filming your last scene in Age of Ultron when your agent called you. Scrolling your finger quickly across the screen, you answered while your cell phone rested on the table in your dressing room, and you kept your hands busy trying to pin up your hair.

- I'm leaving the studio, Sara, what's up? - you told her.

- I wanted to congratulate you on the affair, although I'm surprised it happened so quickly. - She says and you frown in confusion, finishing up with your bun. You pick up your cell phone next.

- What are you talking about?

Sara giggles, and sends you an attachment. You pull your cell phone away from your ear to look at it. It is a photo of you and Elizabeth, your teammate and romantic partner in the franchise, taken the same day you discovered Liz had social anxiety and took her out for coffee with you to take her focus off the celebrity world for a while. The paparazzi managed to capture the exact moment when you kissed her on the cheek in farewell.

- This is all over the gossip sites as Marvel's mysterious romantic couple. - Your agent commented, and you rubbed your fingers across your forehead in irritation.

- You want me to publicly deny a relationship, is that it? - you ask, walking around the dressing room and gathering your things.

- What? No! This is great for advertising. - she says with slight excitement in her voice. - Especially after the movie comes out! Fans love couples who fall in love behind the screen.

You roll your eyes, switching your cell phone to your ear.

- I'm not going to make a relationship contract if that's what you're thinking! - You say with irritation and can imagine Sara rolling her eyes on the other end of the line.

- Yes, yes, we've been over this, Miss Morally Correct. - She scoffs lightly. - But I really called to talk about the premiere. We have details to discuss.

Sighing, you ask her to wait. Then you finished putting your things away, and grabbed the phone as you walked out the door.

//-//

Six years ago, California

Interviewers can be motherfuckers when they want to be, you thought as you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your face impassive as you watched the woman in front of you list the "missed moments" from the Avengers set. You knew that your agent had talked to the show's staff about the authorized questions, and yet here you were on live television, having to declare whether the timely photos taken on the Avengers set meant that you had a secret relationship with your best friend Elizabeth Olsen.

A slideshow was playing on the screen behind you. There were pictures from the footage, many where you and Liz were laughing together, or having lunch together. There were some where she was sitting on your lap, or vice versa. Your expression softened when you noticed one where she was looking at you adoringly. It was so strange to be an artist sometimes. You smiled politely at the presenter.

- Come on, Ellen, you know how these things are. - You said. - Things are different on camera, Lizzie and I are friends.

The audience let out a chorus of displeasure, and Ellen laughed lightly.

- You know that many of the fans would like this rumor to be true, especially since you two play a couple and you are openly queer. - She says, and you wiggle your fingers in your lap, uncomfortable with where this conversation is going, but you nod in agreement. - Furthermore, you say that the paparazzi cameras are deceiving, but what about the stories you post on your personal networks?

She asks with a chuckle, and then other videos are playing on the screen, and you force yourself to smile and watch.

The vast majority are harmless, and platonic. You spend a lot of time at Liz's house because when she moved in, you were her reference and tour guide, and so you got into the habit of checking up on her. And then you became friends and you spent more time at her house than at yours.There were many videos and pictures on yours and her instagram where you two were tending a garden, playing board games, cooking together, or watching sports. You bit back a smile as you watched the memories through the images.

- See?It's hard to believe that this is just platonic. - Ellen insisted again, and the audience laughed. You tried to cover it up with a smile. - But since you claim to be single, we're going to play a game now. It's called "Who Would You Rather?

The audience applauded and you giggled, straightening your posture in your chair. And then the studio screen had a sign with the name of the game.

- It's very simple, you just have to choose which of the artists you would rather. - She explains, and you blink.

- Rather what?

Ellen lets out a giggle, and you understand, nodding in embarrassment. The audience laughs. The picture changes to two pictures.

- Who would you rather, Scarlett Johansson or Chris Hemsworth?

- Wow, that sounds like a trap. - You comment awkwardly, making the audience laugh. And then you bite your lips. - I think Scarlett.

Ellen gives you a suggestive look, and the audience chuckles, you force yourself to imitate them. The picture changes again.

- Scarlett or Sebastian Stan?

You laugh, smoothing your hair slightly.

- I don't know, I think Seb. - You answer. And then the picture changes again, and you want to run away when the audience gives a chorus of excitement.

- Sebastian Stan or Elizabeth Olsen?

- There it is the trap. - You comment clumsily, causing the audience to bust out laughing. You swallow dryly and look down at your lap before saying. - I'd say Elizabeth Olsen.

You played for a few more minutes, and then the game ended with you choosing Elizabeth at the end, which got the audience cheering and celebrating. When the interview was over, Sara was calling you, and you were massaging your forehead when you answered.

- I thought you said you two weren't dating. - She teased, and you grumbled in irritation.

- I thought you had discussed these matters with the staff. - You retorted, slightly irritated. - She only asked me about Lizzie and dating the entire interview.

- Honey, you're America's sweet couple. - She sneered. - Ellen wants viewers and will ask the questions that the audience wants to know.

- That's ridiculous. - You said and then sighed. - Why did you call me anyway?

- I have your new shooting location, so get your coats and jackets ready.

//-//

Six years ago, Berlin.

You are laughing at Anthony's imitation of Robert. Sitting in the shared dining hall, you were having a good time over lunch with your other colleagues while you were recording Civil War.

And then you were in scene again, many minutes later, and you found it strange that the nervousness was crossing beyond your character during a specific scene in which you were counteracting with Elizabeth.

You saw her laughing at a comment your character made, and you should have this expression of surprise and embarrassment, but you didn't even have to act it out. Your cheeks reddened naturally at the image of Liz laughing. And then the director said cut when you were done and you were rushing out to clean up your makeup.

Later that day, after the shoot was over, the team wanted to visit a local pub, and you accepted the invitation, ignoring the previous event, and smiling when Elizabeth touched your arm to get your attention.

- A toast to the Avengers! - shouted the camera crew chief when you were all gathered at the bar, you thought maybe he had had too much to drink, but you joined in the toast.

You stood next to Lizzie and Chris at a table while sipping a dark drink that might have been craft beer, or something German.

Your cell phone vibrates with a notification and you choke in surprise at the content of the message. Sara had sent you a note from TMZ, stating that your secret romance with Elizabeth Olsen was threatened because you had been seen leaving a coffee shop with Katie McGrath.

Chris and Lizzie look at you curiously, and you just lay your cell phone down on the table for them to see while you turn the entire glass of beer in your mouth.

- Wow, so your type really is super heroines. - Chris commented with a smile, and you laugh, pushing him away slightly.

- I swear, I can't be seen talking to any woman that she is automatically my girlfriend. - You say irritated as you put your beer glass back on the table. Your gaze returns to Lizzie, who has picked up your cell phone from the table and is reading the news. Then she hands the phone back to you, and gets a strange look on her face that you can't read very well, but she forces a smile.

- At least you cheated on me with a pretty girl. - she says and you frown in surprise. Chris laughs at the joke, but before you could have any other reaction, the rest of the team is joining you.

//-//

Five years ago, California.

You gave up fighting the questions about your relationship with Elizabeth. They would happen anyway, whether your agent talked to the teams or not, so you just smiled politely when you told people you were just friends and remained truthful in your statements.

Usually the interviews with Lizzie were easier, because you went into protective mode and your brain was ready to give sharp, snappy answers to keep Elizabeth from being embarrassed.

So here you were on the Night Show, with one of your favorite interviewers, and your best friend by your side. Jimmy was asking good questions, and he was funny. You hoped he wouldn't ask anything too embarrassing.

After many questions about employment, and worldview, which was refreshing, he finally asked you about the rumors of your secret relationship.

- Girls, you know that the public wants to know. - He began with a smile, and you laughed lightly, exchanging a look with Lizzie. - And actually, we have arguments this time.

- Here we go. - You commented with light irony which made the audience laugh.

Your latest posts on instagram were visible on the big screen.

- Last Tuesday, both of you posted these stories on your personal accounts. - Jimmy started with excitement. - And it rocked the internet completely, because the location was visible on your instagram, Elizabeth.

Lizzie let out an embarrassed giggle.

- Well, if the public's doubt is whether we were together there, they can confirm it. - She said, and Jimmy let out an excited exclamation. Lizzie waited for the audience to stop their celebratory chorus before speaking again. - But this was a special celebration, since it was my birthday.

- And I took her on a trip to Mexico. - You completed the story with a slight smile. The audience let out a chorus of happiness and you looked at them in confusion. - Guys, friends do this!

Jimmy and the audience laughed for a moment and then the image came off the screen.

- Come on girls, you're giving us material. - He remarked with a smile. - And you're still going to deny the relationship like you always do, I imagine.

You and Wanda exchange a short chuckle.

- Look, Jimmy, all I have to say is that Lizzie is amazing, she really is. - You saw yourself confessing. - Anyone would be lucky to date this brilliant, spectacular, sweet, fun-loving woman. But that person is not me.

Jimmy lets out an exclamation of sadness along with the audience, but then they applaud your words, and you smile wryly. You risk a glance at Lizzie for a second, and she has slightly flushed cheeks, and looks surprised at your words.

You ignore the nervous feeling at the pit of your stomach, and decide to keep your posture polite as you answer the next questions.

//-//

Four years ago.

You had to kiss Lizzie. And then you shook your head. No, not you. Vision. Your character, Vision, had to kiss Lizzie's character, Wanda Maximoff. And you repeated this like a mantra as you walked from your dressing room to the set.

The day you read this scene, you smiled politely at your agent, and disguised any apparent nervousness. And then you spent the last few weeks pretending that if you didn't think about it, eventually the director would make a change and the scene wouldn't even exist. But here you were, trying to have one last drop of professionalism.

You weren't even recording the scene officially, it was just the rehearsal of lines and marking, and you had sweaty hands.

As you walked through the studio, the staff smiled and greeted you, and then you spotted Lizzie and ignored the uneven beating of your heart.

- Let's get started girls. - announced Russo as soon as he caught sight of you. He signaled for you to follow the team's prearranged schedule. You smiled at Lizzie as you took your place. - We can test the order of the scene directly. I need to know which angle is best to have Vision ask Wanda to stay with her.

And then you started recording. And now you were Vision. There was no time to think about how naturally your hand fit into Lizzie's, or how good it felt to feel her hugging you. And then Russo shouted cut again.

- That's pretty good. - He commented, looking at the monitor. - Let's shoot the stone scene okay, then the action scene.

The scene started, and you said your lines the way you were supposed to. And then you were looking at Lizzie, and she kissed you as the script said. You held the sigh in your throat, and pulled away. Vision doesn't sigh, so you shouldn't either. And then you are smiling as written, and the director closes the scene again.

You were getting pretty good at hiding how affected you are by Lizzie the more you kiss her onstage. And then you wrap up the day's shooting, and you are mentally exhausted. You want to sleep in your dressing room, but you decide to go home.

And as you are walking back to your car, Lizzie calls out to you.

- Hey, partner. - She greets me by walking beside you. - Don't you want to go for a drink tonight?

You let out a sigh, ignoring the urge to shout that you would go anywhere with her, and thinking about how tired your body is.

- I'm exhausted, Lizzie. - You tell her, and she looks upset, but you add with a smile. - But I'll take it if it's something at your place.

Lizzie's face lights up quickly, and she nods, and then says she'll leave something in her car. She returns when you are already in yours.

- All set? - You ask to confirm, and she smiles and nods. And then you start the car and drive out of the studio.

Lizzie turns on the car stereo a moment later, and you begin humming the song.

- You've been distant lately. - She comments distractedly as you drive away. - You know you can talk to me, right?

You smile, ignoring the feeling in your stomach.

- Yes, Lizzie. - You say without taking your eyes off the road. - I'm just busy, that's all. It's nothing.

Lizzie makes a noise of agreement and looks away. You think maybe she believes you're not telling her the truth, and you feel guilty. So you decide to change the subject.

- How are things at home, Liz? Are Mary-Kate and Ashley well? - you ask, and she looks at you quickly.

- Everything's fine. - she says, and then she bites her lip. - Did I do something?

You frown, glancing quickly at her before looking down the street again. The light was red. And when you turn your head toward her, she lets out a sigh.

- You don't talk to me anymore. - She says seriously, looking at you. - Since Berlin, you're just distant. Always busy, and with ready-made answers. And now you try small talk, even though you hate it. I wish you would tell me what I did wrong.

Your heart is racing at the accusations, because she is absolutely right. And then you swallow dry, and prepare to speak, but then Liz is pointing ahead, the headlight has opened. And you have to drive, and she crosses her arms and looks away to the window.

You drive the rest of the way to her house in silence, and when you park the car in the driveway, she mumbles a goodnight before getting out.

Squeezing the steering wheel in your fingers, you take a deep breath. And then you get out of the car, and the noise of the door opening surprises her because she turns to look. But you are walking toward her, and raising your hand to the back of her neck, bringing your mouths together. Lizzie chokes in surprise, but in the next second she melts against you as she kisses you back.

You part breathlessly, holding your foreheads together.

- I am in love with you. - You confess. - I'm sorry I was a complete idiot, but I was terrified.

Lizzie giggles, kissing you again quickly before hugging you. And then she is breaking the embrace to look at you, a shy smile on her lips.

- I'm in love with you too. - she says. - I'm glad that's the problem and not something else.

You laugh, and kiss her one last time before entwining your hands and walking toward her house.

You decide to take things slow, so naturally, two weeks later, you ask her to be your girlfriend over dinner. Lizzie smiles all night, but you know that if this is a secret, she can't wear the ring.

Public relationships mean contracts, and agents, and unwanted questions, and lots of opinions about your lives. And you two wanted to keep that to yourselves for the time being.

So when directors comment that your onstage chemistry is amazing, you two just nod and thank them. When the interviewers ask if you are together, you deny it as before.

The first time you sleep with Lizzie, you almost break the bed. And it's all right, because you two are laughing with happiness and pleasure, and she pulls you in for another kiss. And you entwine your hands, the commitment rings on your fingers.

A year and a half later, you are getting very busy with your participation in a youth series, and there are many rumors that you are dating your co-star, so Lizzie is jealous and you can't blame her.

You decide that the secret cannot go on any longer, at least not to your friends and employers. So you talk to Lizzie, and you both call your agents. Sara laughs for ten minutes when you tell her, but she is happy to talk to Lizzie's agent. You are not public yet, but it is important that all parties are in agreement. You hate bureaucracy, but you don't mind as long as Lizzie's hand is in yours. Your friends are very happy, and the other cast members tease you constantly about it.

When you shoot the last movie, you think you are going to be fired because your character has died. But then you and Lizzie get a series together.

You try not to overthink how you will deny the rumors on television, but Lizzie kisses you on the cheek and tells you that you will face it together.

It takes three more months for you to propose. You think your chest will explode with happiness when she accepts.

And then you are calling your agents again, and Sara almost faints when you tell her that you got married in secret at some registry office in the Caribbean and she needs to get the paperwork sorted out. When you get back to California, there is a small ceremony with your family members.

//-//

Present

You and Lizzie are sitting side by side in the interview. The questions about WandaVision are over, and now you know from Jimmy's expression what he is going to say.

- The last time you were here, I had only an instagram post as an argument for your secret relationship. - He says, making you, Lizzie and the audience laugh lightly. - But now I have talked to the production and they prepare a presentation.

- My goodness. - You remark, making him laugh. And then he waves to the big screen, and you try to disguise your nervousness.

A presentation of images began to play to the audience to the sound of "honeybee" by the band "The Head and The Heart". There are several studio shots, from photo rehearsals to behind-the-scene moments. There is a picture from the day you met, from the first cast test, from the Avengers taping, paparazzi shots of you laughing in the parking lot, or in the open areas. There are pictures of you walking around Los Angeles together, pictures of your rides, or your travels. There are clippings from instagram stories where you spend time together, laughing and hugging. The presentation ends with the BTS photo of WandaVision from the first day of recording where you have your arm around Lizzie, and the two of you are laughing.

You clear your throat away the emotion, but Lizzie wipes her eyes lightly.

- That was very beautiful. - She comments as Jimmy hands her a piece of tissue paper. The audience bursts into tears of excitement.

- I guess we can get to the part where you deny everything now can't we? - Jimmy jokes and you smile and straighten your posture.

- Actually, Jimmy, we have something to announce.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wandaxyou #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #wandaxreader #wandamaximoffxreader #wandamaximoffxyou

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scarlvtbitch · 2 years

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Gold Rush

Sebastian Stan x Female Reader

Chapter 2

Summary: Reader is Sebastian’s best friend, but she’s in love with him. Unrequited love with lots of angst.

Previous chapter

July 19, 2019

Today was the day I would fly with Sebastian and Anthony to the annual famous San Diego Comic Con. It would be my first time there. I was very excited, even though these feelings would be there the entire time I was with him, just a bomb waiting to explode. But I made a vow to myself to enjoy this weekend as much as I could. I would also spend time with Anthony which was always, well, an experience.

I met Sebastian at JFK to fly to San Diego. Anthony would meet us there, actually apparently he will be the one to pick us up. Everything was a breeze. We got checked in just fine. We got inside the aircraft, and I got pretty excited when I saw our seats were located in First Class. This weekend would be filled with lots of firsts. Lots except the one I actually want.

The flight from New York to California was perfectly smooth. No bad turbulence or anything. Seb and I talked once in a while but I was sleeping for most of the time and he was reading his book, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. It was a relief to finally land at our destination. I was already feeling tired and just wanted to snuggle in my own bed and let it drown me until the next morning. We didn't check in any luggage, just our carry ons, so we didn't have to wait for our bags. We quickly went out and waited for Anthony's car.

"Is he close?" I peeked over and looked at Seb's phone.

"Yeah. Says he's near."

"How near?"

"I don't know. Have you always been this impatient?"

"Yes. I'm hungry and tired. I want room service and a big bed now." I honestly didn't care that I sounded like a spoiled child.

"Okay your highness, if you want all that you're going to have to wait. Can you do that for me?"

"I'll try." I rolled my eyes as I was trying not to let my grumpiness show through. I knew I was failing miserably.

"There he is." He pointed at the black car that was approaching us. I quickly recognized Anthony's big grin. Somehow all my grumpiness faded away. The Anthony Mackie effect, ladies and gents. He was dressed in a polo and jeans. He also had a navy blue baseball cap on along with sunglasses.

"Hey man!" He greeted Sebastian in a hug. Then he made his way to me. "What's with all the pouting, Grumpy?" Before I could reply, Seb beat me to it.

"She needs food in her stomach or she'll die on us any minute now."

"He's right. And he can't survive without me so you'd be committing double homicide if you don't get me McDonald's right this instant." Anthony threw his head back, laughing.

"Really missed having you around, Y/N. Sexy Seabass here doesn't make me laugh like you do."

I shook my head laughing as we drove to the nearest fast food place.

After eating, we arrived at the hotel we were staying in this weekend. It was only five minutes away from SDCC and apparently it was where most celebrities stayed while attending the con. A crazy thought entered my mind while in the car. How would the whole room situation come into play? Hopefully we would each have our own rooms. We had to. I don't know what's going to happen if I had to sleep in the same room with Sebastian freaking Stan.

We were in the front desk. Luggage in hand, I was was besides Sebastian, providing any help I could give him with this.

"Good evening, how can I help you sir?"

"Hi I have a reservation for two rooms."

I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. The truth is I was only besides him until I heard a confirmation of how our sleeping arrangement would be like. That wasn't a conversation I would be exactly be comfortable having. How do you tell your best friend "Hey are we going to have our own rooms? I kind of can't be sleeping in the same place you are, because I'm completely and deeply in love with you. No pressure though." I walked to the nearest coffee bar in the lobby. Even though I had eaten, my stomach was growling once again. However, it was the next words that came out of the receptionists mouth that made me swivel around.

"Uh, I'm sorry, sir. It seems like there was a mistake in your reservation. They only booked one room for you."

"Can we add the other room now?"

"No, I'm sorry. Our hotel is already at capacity due to the Con happening this weekend."

"Yeah I figured. That's fine." I quickly rushed back to Seb's side.

"Please tell me the room has two beds?" I asked, I didn't even bother to hide the desperation and worry in my voice. The receptionist looked down at her computer. My heart thumped wildly against my chest. I could feel Sebastian's gaze on me. I quickly glanced at him out of curiosity. For some reason, I found his stare to be strange. I couldn't put my finger on it but I felt like he looked...offended?

"I'm sorry, miss. It says here it only has one king sized bed." Fucking fantastic.

"It's fine, I'll take the couch." Sebastian quickly said as he took his credit card out of his wallet.

"I'm sorry sir but there's not a couch in your suite."

"I'll sleep on the floor then." He faked a smile, clearly annoyed at how impossible this was starting to get.

I couldn't breathe. Why the fuck was this happening to me? I could do this. It was only one night.

As we rode the elevator to our floor, the tension between us was growing at a stupidly fast rate. Why did I sense Sebastian was frustrated at me? I was the one who had every right to be angry. We finally made it into the room. It was nice. We even had a view of the city of San Diego. But the view was not what this was about right now.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." He grumbled. He looked extra grumpy. Something was definitely up.

"You're lying. Why are you mad?"

"I said I'm not mad, Y/N."

"You're clearly upset about something and-"

"I'm not mad, I'm just a little hurt! Happy?"

"Why are you hurt? Sebastian, don't shut me out." Was I really being this much of a hypocrite right now? Like if I wasn't lying to him constantly by hiding my true feelings for him. He took a deep breath, and pinched his nose at the same time he sighed.

"I'm just a little hurt that you clearly don't want to sleep in a room with me, let alone sleep in the same bed as you. We're best friends, why don't you trust me?" He was- Oh. Oh. He thought that I was scared he would try something on me. If he only knew how badly I wanted him to gather me up into his arms and kiss every inch of my skin until his lungs gave out.

"Seb, it's not like that. I trust you with my life, you have to know that. There hasn't been a time in our friendship where I have felt uncomfortable around you. I know we're just friends." A lump formed in my throat, I swallowed it down and made it join the rest of my feelings in the depths of my stomach. "I'm just on my period and don't want you to see me all gross." Ok, technically not a lie. I was on my period. I was just so stressed out about my feelings for him that I forgot all the cramps I had suffered from last night. But truthfully I couldn't bring myself to care if he saw me like that. Only one thing mattered to me.

"Y/N, I've seen you on your period thousands of time." He stepped closer, making me forget how to breathe.

"But not like this. I don't want you to be on the same bed as me when I'm cursing at God for giving me a uterus." He laughed, and my heart soared when those dimples came to life.

"Doll, listen to me. You're my best friend," Friend, yup, and nothing more. "and I won't ever judge you. You'll always be amazing to me even if you curse at God. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." His words were an arrow that went straight through my heart. "But I do have one request though."

"Mm?"

"When you get cramps, try not to kill me in my sleep because I don't have a uterus?" I laughed, a real, non fake laugh. He was the only person to ever make me laugh like that and I wish I could tell him that.

"Ok. Can't make any promises, though."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take." He winked down at me before heading into the bathroom, to most likely take a shower.

Once he was out of sight, I threw myself down on the single king sized bed and exhaled loudly. It was going to be a long weekend. I even had a headache at this point, if it was a symptom from my period or just because of all the stress caused by me, I didn't know. It was excruciating. I decided to close my eyes, hoping it would help the pain in my head somehow. I don't know how much time had passed since I closed my eyes but next thing I knew, I was being awakened by the sound of a zipper. When I opened my eyes to discover the source of the sound, I had expected everything, anything but this.

I was currently looking at a very shirtless and a very wet Sebastian. He was only wearing a white towel around his hips. I could see everything from the waist up. And I mean everything. From his perfectly sculpted abs, to the V of his hips. And the worst thing was that he was naked under the towel. There was only one layer shielding me from his- Enough, Y/N. Look away, now. He's probably on to you. You're probably drooling right now like a stupid fool. But I couldn't look away. I was throbbing and surely wet. The only thing that convinced me that I wasn't dripping on the sheets was the fact that I wore a pad.

"Everything ok, doll?" His voice brought me back to reality and pulled me away from the obscene fantasies going on in my head. Then I realized my mouth was open, which I immediately closed after hearing him mutter my nickname.

"Yeah. Just tired. I'm going to go shower and then go to sleep." Before I gave him a chance to talk, I grabbed the things from my duffel bag and ran to the bathroom. I didn't even bother asking if he was done.

After taking a very cold shower, I finally made my way out of the bathroom. I let out a sigh of relief as I saw that he had had the decency to cover up his gorgeous body. He was wearing a black t shirt and black sweats. It was better than before, but I couldn't stop looking at his arms. That shirt really did hug his biceps in a delicious way.

"You feeling better now?" He was currently setting up his phone charger.

"Much." After he put his phone to charge, he walked over to where the hotel phone was and picked it up. "What are you doing?"

"I'm calling the hotel so we can get more pillows and blankets."

"Why?"

"So I can sleep on the floor comfortably." I couldn't do that to him. I had to put my own selfish reasons aside.

"Seb, no. Come on, you're sleeping here." I patted the spot on the bed next to me.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You won't."

"But-"

"Please? I don't want to feel lonely." He hesitated for a second before nodding. I anxiously waited for him to get settled in.

"Are you really going to sleep? It's 7:41 p.m."

"Technically, it isn't. I'm still on New York time. It's 10:41 p.m. for me. I would like my beauty sleep thank you very much."

"You're impossible." He rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Goodnight, Stan." I faced my body to the window, giving my back to him.

The next morning came and I awoke first, probably because I was the one to go to sleep first. Surprisingly, what awoke me wasn't the sun shining through the sheer curtains. Nor was it the sound of my phone vibrating. It was the smell of Sebastian's ridiculous cologne, which I was sure that was what heaven smelled like when you walked in. Why could I smell it so close though? Then I felt a weight against my back. Like if someone was hugging me from behind. I looked down. Strong arms around my front. Fucking shit fuck.

I turned my neck just enough to catch a glimpse of the scene behind me. Sebastian had gotten closer to me in his sleep, or I had gotten closer to him. Probably the latter. The point was that our bodies were basically melting into one. He was so close. He was holding me, spooning me like if he was my boyfriend. It was probably just reflex right? He probably was used to doing this with his past girlfriends so it was only logical he would do it with the person sleeping next to him. How I wished I could stay like this forever, in his arms until our last breath. But reality was a bitch and he would wake up any time soon and pull away. This would never happen again. So I took one last look at his sleeping form, his adorable sleeping face, and just basked him in. I carefully untangled myself from his embrace, the whole time frightened he would wake up. But he was a deep sleeper, good. I went into the bathroom and silently cried until I heard him calling for me.

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sebastianstangirl01 · 2 years

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Heyy,

So I wanted to request a Sebastian Stan x Sister!Reader.

Basically the reader is Sebastian’s sister but no one knows about her. There are some rumours online when they are seen out in public together and people think that they are dating. Sebastian then clears things up. There are then some messages from old co-stars who are shocked that he has a sister.

You don’t have to write this or use all of it but I would love to read it

Xx. Ellen

Misunderstanding

Title: Misunderstanding

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Younger Sister!Reader

Warnings: Protective Older Brother Seb (which is a warning it’s self), mean “fans”, insecure reader.

Summary: When pictures of Sebastian and his little sister Y/N get out people take it the wrong way and Sebastian clears everything up.

Authors Note: I hope that this is what you had in mind! I hope you like it!!! All translations are from google, they may not be correct I’m not sure.

Reader is 21-22

Being the sister of a famous actor was hard…. Or at least that’s what Y/N had heard. Sebastian was her older brother they had a pretty large age gape with Y/N being born when Sebastian was 17 it was only natural for Sebastian to be protective over Y/N and with his popularity he wanted to keep Y/N out of the spot light.

Y/N was a sweet girl and he knew that if anyone was to hate on her or make any rude comments then it would hurt her a lot. So Sebastian decided to protect her from it and keep her hidden, which was a lot harder than he thought especially when she came to live with him.

“Thanks again for letting me crash Seb.” Y/N smiled as her brother moved the last box of her things into her new bedroom.

“Your my baby sister, I’m not going to let you stay on the streets.” Sebastian said ruffling her hair making her groan and swat his hands making Sebastian chuckle. “What do you say we go out to lunch?”

“Are you sure? What if someone sees?” Y/N asked, she knew how much he wanted to keep her out of the public eye

“We’ll just be careful, we can go to the diner across the street. No one should see anything then.” Sebastian said

“Ok, get out so I can change.” Y/N said shewing him

“Gladly.” Sebastian grimaced making Y/N smack the back of his head

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After Y/N got dressed her and Sebastian put on baseball caps and sunglasses and made their way across the street being careful not to be seen. The street was crowded that day so Sebastian grabbed ahold of Y/N’s hand to make sure she didn’t get swept away.

“I’m good.” Y/N said when she noticed Sebastian’s stiff stance and the hard grip on her wrist

“I didn’t think it would be so crowded today, I don’t want you to get swept away pipsqueak.” Sebastian teased making Y/N roll her eyes

“I’m not that tiny, now come on I’m starving!” Y/N said pushing him forward making Sebastian chuckle at her eagerness.

They walked into the diner and sat down looking at the menu and after careful consideration Y/N decided to go with breakfast and get blueberry pancakes with sausage and a coke to drink while Sebastian went with lunch and got a chicken wrap.

“So, you never told me what happened with that Brian guy.” Sebastian said as he took a bite of his food.

“His name was Blake and we just drifted apart. And I caught him cheating with a sorority girl in our apartment.” Y/N sighed picking at her pancakes

Y/N and Blake had been dating since senior year of high school, she thought that he was the one she was going to marry and have a family with. But over the past few months things had been rocky, and he had been sleeping with other women.

“That little bitch. I should track him down and give him the beating of his life.” Sebastian gritted his teeth

“He’s not worth it. He was kinda boring anyway, all he wanted to do was drink and have sex. Which wasn’t that good anyway.” Y/N said and laughed when Sebastian clamped his hands over his ears

“Gross, gross! I don’t ever want to think of my baby sister having sex.” Sebastian shook his head making Y/N laugh

“Don’t be such a baby. That’s payback for letting me watch The Bronze without giving me a warning. I may never recover from that.” Y/N said shaking her head to get rid of the mental image

Y/N was so excited to see Sebastian’s new movie when it came out, not thinking anything of it, thinking that it would be a cool movie about gymnastics. Though it was about gymnastics she wasn’t ready to see her brothers bare ass on the big screen, literally yelping and slapping her hands over her eyes in the middle of the theatre.

“Classic.” Sebastian chuckled, remembering how Y/N has chewed him out when he picked her up from the movies. “You just about done? We should be heading back.”

“Yep, let’s go.” Y/N said taking one last bite of her pancakes

When they made it back over to Sebastian’s apartment Y/N went to her room to take a nap, worn out from moving.

Y/N woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing over and over again, she sighed and sat up in her bed still half asleep and checked her phone to see a few messages from her best friend.

“Look at this.” The text read

Confused, Y/N opened the link and her eyes immediately widened. There were picture’s of her and Sebastian. One of them was when he grabbed her hand as they walked across the street and another was of them laughing in the restaurant.

The heading read, “SEBASTIAN STAN’S NEW GIRL?”

Y/N couldn’t help but read through the comments, but now she wished she didn’t.

“God she’s so ugly.”

“How could someone like Sebastian be with anyone like her.”

“Look at her, she’s probably pregnant and told Sebastian it was his so she could get his money.”

All of the comments made Y/N’s eyes water, obviously Sebastian was her brother and the thought of anyone thinking they were together as a couple made her physically sick to her stomach. But all the things people were saying about her and her appearance still hurt a lot.

There was a knock on her door and Sebastian stepped in, his face showing that he already saw the pictures too.

“I’m sorry pumpkin. We should have just ordered something, I never meant for this to happen.” Sebastian sighed when he saw the upset look on his baby sisters face

“It’s ok Seb.” Y/N said looking down

“No it’s not, it’s not ok at all. You are my baby sister and it’s my job to protect you and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t even do that. I thought keeping you out of the public eye was for the best, but maybe if you had been in it longer things would be better.” Sebastian said as he came to sit next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder

“You did the best you could, could you imagine if I had been in the public eye when I was younger? I was such a bad teenager, it would have made you look horrible. The pres would have had a field day.” Y/N chuckled

She was a wild teenager, always going to parties and drinking to get attention. It got to the point that their mother had to have Y/N live with Sebastian instead, she was getting older and wanted to live in Romania but didn’t want to imagine how Y/N would react to moving to a completely different country and leaving her friends behind. So Sebastian practically raised her, since they didn’t have a father in the picture Sebastian was basically her brother and father rolled up into one.

“They definitely would have. I’m going to make this right, I promise.” Sebastian said already pulling out his phone to email his agent to have the company who made the article take it down immediately

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked

“I’m making a post, letting everyone know my gorgeous and amazing baby sister.” Sebastian said already selecting pictures starting from when she was a baby, all the way to now

“Are you sure? What if I screw up?” Y/N asked, the last thing she wanted to do was ruin Sebastian’s career

“You won’t, I’m proud to be your brother. The world deserves to know who Y/N Stan is.” Sebastian said before hitting post. “Now, you want to have a movie marathon?”

“Hell yeah!” Y/N smiled running out of the room leaving Sebastian chuckling on the bed. She quickly ran back in and hugged Sebastian making the man smile and hug her back tightly. “Te iubesc, Seb.”

“Și eu te iubesc, dovlecel.” Sebastian smiled kissing her forehead

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Translation

Te iubesc, Seb (I love you, Seb)

Și eu te iubesc, dovlecel. (I love you too, pumpkin)

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sebstanaddict · 2 years

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Always You

Chapter 17 - Blue Valentine

Note : I think another apology is needed for you guys. I'm sorry for what you're about to read 🙏🙏🙏😢

Summary : A love story chronicling the love and life of Sebastian Stan and Female!Reader. Inspired by Sebastian Stan's recent love life.

In this chapter we'll find out what happens after Sebastian was forced by Ana to do something he didn't want to do.

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters: 17 / 22

Chapter List >

Warning : angst, anxiety, heartbreak, sexual references

Word count : 6.6k

Brooklyn, New York - December 2021

"What do you think about love at first sight? You think you can love somebody just by looking at them? But the thing is man, I felt like I knew her, you ever get that feeling? Yeah, I probably don't right... it felt like I did though. [... ] She just seems different, you know? I don't know, I just got a feeling about her. You know when a song comes on and you just gotta dance?"

Y/n was flopped on her sofa in front of her 32" TV, watching Ryan Gosling as Dean in the movie Blue Valentine talked about love at first sight to his colleague. Her old self would've thought what Dean said could be true. It happened to her after all. But her heartbroken current self judged it differently. Even if it happened, it didn't mean the couple who fell in love at first sight would live happily ever after. On the contrary, there was a bigger chance of them being miserable and ended the relationship with broken hearts in each party. Something she was definitely feeling.

It had been about three weeks after Sebastian broke up with her. Something she didn't think would be possible considering how much in love it seemed the both of them were with each other. But it wasn't like she didn't predict it already. Way before she agreed to start seeing him she already had doubts. His life as an internationally famous Hollywood actor was not compatible with her ordinary life as a mediocre journalist. She thought he would have worked harder to maintain their relationship. But apparently, just one advice from his team and he had no doubt at all in ending it with her. She was hurt, beyond hurt. She didn't think he would have the heart to do that to her. Prioritizing his career over her. But then again, he was ambitious. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have agreed to do the PR relationship with Ana.

Her mind wander back to when she was walking to her office on that fateful Monday morning, not realizing that her heart was going to be broken beyond repair that afternoon. She had just reached the subway station when she realized she had left her cellphone back at The Time Hotel's penthouse. So she quickly went back to the penthouse. When she got there, Sebastian was still having a meeting with his team. She didn't want to bother them so she quietly went up to the second floor to get her cellphone, which was left on the night stand by the bed. When she came down back to the first floor, she accidentally overheard Emma saying her name.

"We think that it would be better that you and y/n stop seeing each other, at least until the contract with Ana is over." y/n heard Emma say heavily.

"What?! Are you guys kidding me?" she heard Sebastian asked, his voice raised.

"Seb, we need you to focus for the next couple of months on press for your projects. On top of that, we have secured invites for you to attend Spirit Awards, BAFTA, the Vanity Fair Oscar Party and even The Met Gala! We've secured work for you for Valentino. And there are other jobs for you we are currently negotiating. We've planned 2022 to be your year. And we just think that perhaps.. having a relationship with y/n is not the correct thing to do right now. Especially with Ana in the mix. We don't want you to lose your focus." she heard Emma continued saying.

She didn't hear any response from Sebastian. It seemed he was thinking. She peeked outside to the patio from the first floor window. Sebastian was sitting on one of the chairs surrounding a glass rectangular table, his back to the window so she couldn't see his face.

"Sebastian, you signed up to the agency with a clear goal in mind, didn't you? You wanted success. With success, there's always a sacrifice you have to make. Remember, it's not everyday the agency hires talents. You're in the rare group of talented people the agency trusts to hire and manage. Don't give that up over a girl. Girls come and go, Sebastian." She heard Josh say.

Just then her cellphone buzzed, her boss was on the phone, looking for her it seemed. It was 9.30 am after all and she was beyond late. As much as she wanted to stay to listen to Sebastian's response to his team's request, she had to go. So, she quickly went outside from the penthouse, picked up the call from her boss and went to her office.

When she got back to the penthouse that afternoon she had a bad feeling. She entered the penthouse and found it to be really quiet, there was no sound at all. She looked for Sebastian on every room and every floor but he was gone. She checked the wardrobe and his clothes were gone too. She wanted to call him but realized she couldn't. She was afraid Ana would pick up on it. Her heart sank into her stomach as she realized what might have happened. She remembered the conversation she overheard Sebastian and his team was having that morning. She did not want to believe it.. but.. could it be that he heeded their request and decided to break up with her? Not even saying good bye to her in person? That didn't seem like him at all.

She sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, her chest felt tight as she tried to think of what to do. That's when she saw it, the letter Sebastian had written for her. It was folded into an envelope. The envelope was put on the night stand beside the bed, her name was written on it. She quickly picked it up, took out the letter from the envelope and read it.

"Dear Y/n,

First of all I would like to apologize for doing this through this letter and not in person. I'm afraid if I do this in person I wouldn't have been able to go through with it. Yes, I am a coward. I'm sorry Y/n. After my meeting with my team today I realized that right now I need to focus on my work. My team had done so much for me and I can't let them down. Considering what has happened with Ana and the risks to my and Lily's reputation, it seems I can't continue seeing you. It's too much of a distraction and a risk. It would be irresponsible of me if I do still see you, risking and sacrificing other people's lives and work just for my selfish desires. So, I'm sorry Y/n but I can't see you anymore.. I'm sure you're going to be angry at me, I can understand if you do. And I also understand if you never want to see me again. Take care and I hope you'll find someone one day who is more worthy of your love than stupid, and coward old me.

I'm sorry..

SS"

Y/n couldn't believe what she just read. She felt her heart broke into a thousand pieces, broken beyond repair. Tears started to stream freely down her face. As she cried and sobbed, she ripped the letter in half and scrunched it into a ball and threw it as far away as possible. It hit the window of the bedroom. The window where just yesterday morning she saw him standing at, bare chested in all his glory, mesmerizing her. The window where in front of it he held her and kissed her and where he agreed to have a bubble bath with her. How was it in just 34 hours everything changed so drastically?

She laid down on the bed and curled herself into a ball and cried. She cried for hours it seemed as she remembered every single memory with him. She remembered the first time she saw him in front of English Literature class, smiling at her and gesturing at her lips with his finger because she had pastry crumbs on her lips and how he laughed at her after she cleaned her lips. She remembered their first kiss during the spin the bottle game at his house and how they chatted and connected over cleaning his house. She remembered the moment near Constanta Casino where he told her how he felt about her, how happy and and ecstatic she felt upon hearing his confession. She remembered the moment they first made love, how much of a gentleman he was and how she felt he completed her. Everything that he had done and said to her before she read the letter seemed to indicate that he loved her so much and that she was the 'one' for him, just as he was the 'one' for her. Was it all just a lie? She thought. How could someone just change their hearts like that.

" You said for better or for worse. You said that. You said it. It was a promise. Now, this is my worst, okay? This is my worst. But I'm gonna get better."

Y/n watched as Dean begged to Cindy, his wife in the movie, played by Michelle Williams, to give him another chance. She couldn't help but shed a tear. Sebastian had made a promise to her, that he wasn't planning on letting her go, that she was his only love, that she always had his heart. But he had broken that promise. That was the reality. In real life there was no happily ever after. In real life there was no love at first sight. In real life people change. In real life no one truly loved her. Not Sebastian, not John, not Zac, not Michael, nor all of her exes throughout her life. All of them left her. Not a single one fought for her. They prioritize something or someone else above her. Michael prioritized his ego. Zac prioritized his career. John prioritized another woman. And Sebastian prioritized his career, same as Zac. Tears started to stream down her face as the realization hit her. She had no one to accompany her as she got older. And at her age it was increasingly difficult to find someone. She continued to cry as she thought of the possibility of her getting old and being alone, becoming a lonely spinster without a husband and children. Unlike some of her female friends who actually enjoyed being alone and unmarried, she actually wanted to have a family. So the fact that at her age she had no boyfriend hurt her so much.

She took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked around her apartment. For the past three weeks she had it sterilized from anything related to Sebastian. She had sold everything Sebastian had bought for her, from the large 70" TV, the karaoke system, the bookcase and the books on it, the dresses, the shoes, the handbags. She only kept the heart shaped pendant and earrings. But she kept them buried deep on the back of her dresser's drawer where she couldn't just accidentally look at them. Even after all the things Sebastian bought her were gone, she still found it hard to be in her apartment. Her bed reminded her of him. Her sofa reminded her of him. Even her pantry reminded her of him. She had wanted to sleep at Shannon's place again but Shannon was unfortunately out of town for several months as she was filming for a movie. She ended up buying a folding bed and spent the nights sleeping there instead of on her bed. She also bought a sofa cover to make it seem like she was sitting on a new sofa. Unfortunately all of her efforts seemed to be failing. She couldn't help but think about him everyday even though it felt like a sharp knife pierced through her heart every time she did.

She didn't know how she had survived throughout that whole three weeks. It felt like a dream to her. Somehow she could still manage to go to work and her life was still manageable. Her apartment was clean and tidy, she didn't miss a single meal and she even went out on a run several times. Having had her heart broken multiple times in the past year probably strengthen her. She was happy about it. Perhaps it was really time that she focused on herself and forget about men. No one else could love her but herself. Unfortunately Christmas was coming, and not having anyone to spend Christmas with made her depressed again. That was why she decided to watch the movie. She needed something to make her strong again. And after watching the movie she did feel it. It was a sad and depressing movie but it helped put into perspective that love was not as great as people made it seem to be. She decided to spend Christmas at the soup kitchen. Rather than staying home alone and be depressed, her time and energy was much better spent helping other people.

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It was Christmas day and Y/n found herself behind the counter in the soup kitchen, serving food to the homeless and the unfortunate. Contrary to what she believed, there were less people that turned up to be served that day compared to any other regular day. Stella, the head of the soup kitchen said it was probably because a lot of other places like churches also provided meals for the homeless. After she was finished serving the food, she felt hungry so she took some of the food herself. She picked mashed potatoes, roasted chicken and some sauteed carrots and green beans. She carried the plate full of food and sat in front of Marie, a homeless woman in her 50s that she had known from the times she spent at the soup kitchen.

"Hi Marie." she greeted Marie and smiled at her.

"Hi Y/n. How are you?" Marie greeted her back.

"I'm good thank you. How are you?" she asked.

"I'm good too. Would've felt better if I can spend today with Bill. But oh well, life must go on." she said, referring to her recently deceased husband Bill.

"Oh Marie, I'm sorry to hear that." Y/n said as she reached out her hand to Marie's and squeezed it to soothe her.

"It's fine dear. It does take some getting used to living life without him. But, you gotta stay strong huh?" she said, winking at her.

Y/n smiled at her and she agreed with her. No matter what happens in life you just gotta stay strong. She was proud of herself for being able to survive the days without Sebastian. She would never be able to forget about him, that much was true. But she looked forward to being able to remember him and felt love and peace, and not felt like a thousand arrows had pierced her heart instead. It had not happened yet though. She suspected it would take more time. Time will heal all wounds or so they say.

She took a spoonful of the mashed potato and the roasted chicken. The mashed potato was smooth, creamy and delicious. But the roasted chicken smelled and tasted weird. She felt nauseous all of a sudden. She stood up quickly and ran to the restroom and threw up in the toilet. There wasn't much food that she threw up as she hadn't had much food that day. She only had a piece of bagel and coffee that morning. She stood up from the toilet, flushed it then went to the sink to clean up her mouth and hands.

After she was done washing her hands and mouth she looked up to stare at herself in the mirror and felt queasy. She wasn't feeling well. Perhaps it was time for her to go home and rest. She was done anyway serving the food to people. But she still felt hungry, so she got out of the restroom, went back to the table where she left her food and continued eating. She set the chicken aside and just ate the mashed potatoes and sauteed carrots and green beans. After she was done, she said good bye to Marie and Stella and went home.

For the next couple of days her nausea got worse. Strangely enough it was triggered only by certain smells. But once she was triggered, the nauseous feeling just wouldn't go away. She also felt extremely tired. Her lower back and lower stomach hurt, and she found herself going to the bathroom to pee much more often than before. She contemplated going to the doctor to find out what was wrong with her. But she decided to search on the internet about her symptoms first. Maybe she could find out what kind of ailment she was having and she didn't need to go the doctor. She could just buy the medicines she needed from a nearby drugstore.

She sat on her working corner in her bedroom and opened her laptop. Once her laptop was on, she opened her browser and opened the website Symptom Checker on WebMD. There on the website she typed in her symptoms: nausea, pain in lower back, lower abdominal pain, urinating more frequently, fatigue. There was an option after she put in her symptoms asking whether it was possible that she was pregnant. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at the question. Was she pregnant? She chose the Yes option at that question and continued to get the result. To her surprise the topmost result was that she might be pregnant! Second result was she could be having a miscarriage. But she didn't have any bleeding so it wasn't likely. She leaned back on the chair, feeling weak all of a sudden. She racked her brain, trying to remember the last time she had her period. She remembered that when she went to Romania with Sebastian she was just finished her period, and after that she was supposed to have it again in early December, but she realized it hadn't shown. Oh no! Could she really be pregnant?

She stood up, put on her coat and shoes, grabbed her wallet and cellphone and decided to go get a pregnancy test from a nearby drugstore. As she walked to the drugstore she tried to remember the times she and Sebastian had sex. She remembered that they were being careful. He put protection every time. Even if he didn't, he didn't let his spend get inside her. Except.. except that first time they did it. Their very first time. Blinded by love and lust, they had forgotten to put on protection and she remembered Sebastian had let himself come inside her. She shook her head in disbelief. Feeling so angry at him and herself for being so irresponsible.

She pushed the door of the drugstore and found it empty of people. It was night after all, a little after 9 pm. The drugstore was about to close in an hour. She went straight to the cashier and asked for pregnancy tests. There were many brands and she was confused which one to get. So she decided to let the drugstore clerk chose three of the best and most sensitive ones for her. After paying for them she went straight back to her apartment.

She sat on the toilet seat, her hand shook a little holding one of the pregnancy tests in her hand. She had peed on it previously and was waiting for the result. Several minutes went by and she saw it, there were two lines on the test. She was pregnant. Her body shook in surprise as the fact hit her like a freight train. She was pregnant. With Sebastian's baby. She felt a mixture of happiness, sadness and anger at the same time. She wanted nothing more to tell Sebastian about it. But she couldn't. She realized then that the test could be wrong. So she took two more tests. Each one came back positive. She was carrying Sebastian's baby!

She went outside of the bathroom, feeling like she didn't even touched earth. She felt like she was dreaming. She carried the pregnancy tests in her hand, then sat on the folding bed and put the tests on them. She stared at them and stared at her lower stomach. She caressed her lower stomach, wondering if she could feel the growing fetus inside her. But of course she couldn't, not yet. She decided to get herself checked by a gynecologist, to make sure she really was pregnant. And if she was she wanted to make sure she and the fetus was okay. She went back to her laptop and searched for a nearby hospital. She made an appointment for the next day with a gynecologist at The Brooklyn Hospital Center at downtown Brooklyn. After she made the appointment, she went back to sit on the folding bed, set the pregnancy tests aside and laid down on the bed.

As she laid down and stared to the ceiling, she put her hand on her lower stomach, caressing it gently. She wondered where and what Sebastian was doing. She missed him so much. She wished nothing else but to be by his side. Letting him know that he was going to be a dad. She imagined he must have felt very happy knowing that he was going to be a dad. Sebastian loved children. He told her several times that he wanted to have children one day. And if he did, he wanted more than one as he felt kind of lonely being an only child. He did have a half brother and step siblings, but it still felt different, he once said. Tears started to roll down her face as she thought of Sebastian. She wondered if he would come back to be with her if he knew she was carrying his baby. Or would he still ignore her and continued to focus on his career? Unfortunately it was a question that she wouldn't know the answer to. At least for awhile.

She sat up suddenly, feeling like she missed him so much and needed him. She went to her dresser, opened the drawer and reached out to the back. She picked it up, the velvet box containing the necklace and earrings Sebastian bought her. She opened it and picked up the necklace and pendant. Her heart ached as she looked at the pendant and remembered the time they promised to each other to always be in each other's hearts. She put on the necklace on her neck, closed the box and put the box back into the drawer. Then she went to her wardrobe. She knew she still had it, his favorite white shirt. She remembered not wanting to throw it away as she felt she might need it someday. She was right. She needed to feel he was by her side, and the pendant and shirt were the only things connecting her to him that she still kept. She finally found it, his favorite shirt, buried underneath her clothes that she rarely wore. She put it near her nose and inhaled its scent. Somehow she could still smell it, his signature pine and citrus scent. The scent triggered her to cry again. She held the shirt with both hands and buried her face on it. She missed him.. so so much.. now more than ever. She sank down onto the floor in front of her wardrobe, her body shook in sadness, she wondered whether she could go through with the pregnancy alone. She was after all living completely alone there in New York. She remembered her mom, who had died five years ago. If she was still alive, she could have gone back to New Brunswick and stayed there. Her mother would have taken care of her. Remembering her mother hurt and she cried even harder. After several minutes, she finally calmed down. There was no use in crying. She had to be strong. If not for her then for the unborn child growing inside her. She took a deep breath, wiped the tears from her eyes and she brought the shirt back to the folding bed. She laid down on the bed, put the shirt on top of her so that it covered her stomach and chest. She caressed her lower stomach with his shirt underneath her hand and whispered to her unborn child.

"I hope you can feel it my little bean, the presence of your dad. You'll meet him one day. I promise you that. But for now it's just the two of us, okay? Even though it's just the two of us, I promise to love you and take care of you. I'll be the best mom ever! Don't you worry okay, my little bean. I'm here for you. I'm gonna be strong for you. I love you so much, even if you're only weeks old. And your dad will love you too.. he will.. I'm sure he will." Tears streamed down her face again as she continued caressing her stomach and inhaled his scent. It took a long time but she finally fell asleep, exhausted from all the crying, with tear tracks on her cheek.

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Y/n opened her eyes and didn't feel so good. Her chest felt heavy, her lower stomach and back still hurt a little, and she was feeling nauseous a little. She sat up slowly and felt something slid down off her chest. It was Sebastian's shirt. She had fallen asleep still holding it on her chest. She picked it up and hugged it then said.

"Good morning Iubirea mea.. " she put it in front of her nose, inhaled its scent and kissed it, pretending she was kissing him. Her heart ached so much, remembering all those times she woke up next to him, greeted by his gorgeous dreamy blue eyes. She sighed. She had gone crazy, she thought. She folded his shirt then put it on the folding bed. She then stood up and decided to make some tea and eat breakfast. She remembered she had an appointment with the gynecologist at 10 am that morning. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was 8 am already so she needed to get ready.

After making some tea, she decided to make a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. She suddenly had a craving for peanut butter. But when she opened the wrapping of the white bread she was going to use, the smell of the white bread triggered her nausea. Here we go again. She thought in annoyance. She wondered how long the nausea would last. It was really uncomfortable. She was really looking forward to eating the peanut butter sandwich but she had lost all of her appetite. She closed the wrapper of the white bread and put it aside. She decided to just get something to eat at the hospital.

She went to her bathroom to take a shower. To her surprise, she found some reddish brown spotting on her underwear. Her heart pounded as she saw it.

"Little bean, are you okay in there?" She said to her fetus while caressing her lower stomach gently.

"Hang in there okay. I'm gonna get you checked today. Please hang in there." She said anxiously.

Thankfully she didn't find anymore blood coming out of her as she cleaned herself up. But she couldn't help but still felt anxious. Her lower stomach hurt even more now after she found the spotting on her underwear. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She then slowly went out of the bathroom, got herself dressed then she went to the hospital.

It was 9.30 am when she arrived at The Brooklyn Hospital Center. The hospital complex was quite big. It was a public hospital but the building and facilities were like those found in private hospitals. She went inside the hospital through the front lobby and went to the front desk.

"Good morning." She said to the woman behind the front desk counter.

"Good morning, ma'am. How can I help you?" The woman smiled at her and asked.

"I have an appointment with dr. Selena Ali from Obstetrics & Gynecology." She replied.

"I see. The Obstetrics & Gynecology clinic is located on the third floor. You can reach it with the elevator, which is located just on your right there." The woman responded while gesturing her hand toward the elevator on Y/n's right.

"Okay. Thank you." She said.

"You're welcome, ma'am." The woman smiled at her and went back down to sit on her chair.

The elevator dinged as she arrived at the third floor. She got out of the elevator and looked around. Her eyes caught the Obstetrics & Gynecology sign on her right, so she went there. A nurse was sitting behind a desk and she smiled at Y/n as she approached.

"Good morning." Y/n said.

"Good morning, ma'am. How can I help you?" The nurse smiled at her.

"I'm here to see dr.Selena Ali. I have a 10 am appointment." She replied.

"I see. Please wait a moment, ma'am." The nurse said as she accessed a computer in front of her to check for Y/n's appointment.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. It seems you are a new patient?" The nurse asked.

"I am. Yes." Y/n replied.

"May I borrow your ID card? I need to register you as a new patient before you can see dr.Selena." The nurse said.

"Oh, of course." Y/n opened her purse and took her ID card out of her wallet then gave it to the nurse.

"Would you mind writing your cellphone number and email address here?" The nurse said, giving her a small piece of paper and a pen.

Y/n nodded and wrote her cellphone number and email address on the paper then slipped it back to the nurse.

"Thank you, ma'am. Please have a seat. I will call you to have your vitals checked after I'm done registering you to our system." The nurse said.

"Thank you." Y/n nodded then went to sit on a chair not far from the nurse station.

She looked around and saw some other patients around her. All of them had someone to accompany them. Whether it was their husbands or partners, or their family members. She felt a pang in her chest as she looked at them. She decided to just open her cellphone while waiting and read the latest news. She didn't want to be reminded that she was there alone. It hurt her to think about that fact.

It didn't take long for the nurse to register her to hospital's system. She was called not long after for her vitals to be taken. After the nurse took her vitals, she sat on a chair near the door to the examination room. Her heart pounded hard as she waited. This was it. Even though she had three positive pregnancy tests, it was still possible they were all wrong. She could only confirm it with an ultrasound at a gynecologist's office. Suddenly, the door to the examination room was opened. Another nurse came out of it with a clipboard on her hand. She then called out Y/n's name. She stood up and entered the examination room nervously.

dr. Selena Ali was a young doctor of Indian descent. She had long pretty black hair, wide eyes and brown skin. She smiled warmly at Y/n as she took a seat in front of her. Her smile made her anxiety lessened somewhat.

"Good morning Ms.Y/f/n Y/l/n." dr.Selena greeted her.

"Good morning, doctor." Y/n replied, smiling back at her.

"How can I help you today?" dr.Selena asked as she opened Y/n's empty medical record in front of her.

"Umm.. doctor, I think I may be pregnant. I.. I've missed my period and I took three pregnancy tests yesterday and they all came back positive." she said slowly.

"Ah, I see. Alright, may I know when your last period started?" the doctor asked as she scribbled some notes on her medical record.

"Umm.. I think around November 1st." she said.

"Okay. That means if you really are pregnant you would be around 8 weeks." she said as she consulted a calendar on the table.

Y/n's brows shot up. 2 months pregnant? She could already be 2 months pregnant? She thought in disbelief.

"Alright, let's get you checked. Please get on the examination bed and we'll see your baby." the doctor smiled at her.

Y/n stood up and got onto the bed. She laid down and the doctor asked for her permission to open the lower part of the shirt she was wearing to access her stomach. She nodded and then the doctor opened the lower part of her shirt and squeezed some clear gel onto her stomach. The doctor then took the ultrasound transducer and swiped it all across her lower stomach. She then focused on the area where her uterus would be and pressed it here and there, trying to find a clear view of it on the monitor. After awhile she stopped and said.

"There it is. We can see the sac here and your baby here." the doctor said, pointing to a black circle on the monitor and a bean-like figure inside it. Y/n's eyes widened as she saw her unborn child on the monitor.

"So..I'm really pregnant?" she asked, still not believing it.

"Yes you are." the doctor smiled. She then made some measurements on the monitor and said. "It seems you are about 8 weeks into the pregnancy. Your baby is about half an inch long."

"Oh wow. Is that the normal size for an 8 week old fetus?" she asked.

"Oh yes, perfectly normal. An 8 week old fetus is typically between 1/2 to 3/4 inch long." The doctor responded.

Y/n breathed a sigh of relief. Glad her baby was growing normally. She then remembered the spotting and the pain on her lower stomach and back.

"Doctor, I've been having some pain in my lower stomach and back. And I had some spotting this morning. Should I be concerned?" she asked.

"Well, cramping in early pregnancy is normal. Light spotting too. But it all depends on the condition of the mother. Let me check whether there are anything else we should be concerned about." the doctor replied.

She then swiped the transducer around Y/n's stomach and said. "It seems you have a uterine fibroid. It's not big, only about 2 inches in length. It will pass as you give birth. So you don't need to be concerned about it. Although it might be causing the spotting and cramps." the doctor said.

"Okay." Y/n said, relieved that it was nothing to be concerned about.

"Hmm.. as I checked your ovaries, there are cysts on both your ovaries. The left one is about 1,5 inches, and the right one is about an inch. Considering your age and that you also have uterine fibroids, I think it's better that I give you some progesterone suppositories, to strengthen your pregnancy and prevent miscarriage. And I would also advise for you to be on bed rest for at least a week." the doctor said.

Y/n's heart plummeted as she heard what the doctor said. She needed to be on bed rest? But she had no one to look after her. It wasn't possible for her to just stay in bed for a week.

"Doctor, I'm sorry, but I.. I live alone, so it's really not possible for me to get a bed rest. I have no one to take care of me." she said, her voice shook and she tried to blink back tears.

"Oh? What about the father of your baby?" the doctor asked in concern.

"We.. " Y/n sighed as she tried to find the words to explain her situation with Sebastian. "We aren't exactly on speaking terms right now." She finally said.

The doctor stared at her in concern and reached out to squeeze her hand.

"Don't worry, you can always stay here at the hospital if you want. We'll take care of you." The doctor said, smiling at her.

"I.. okay then." Y/n said.

She couldn't believe she needed to be hospitalized. She was happy her baby seemed okay but also anxious over her condition.

"Do you want to hear your baby's heartbeat?" the doctor asked cheerfully, trying to make Y/n happy.

"I can hear the baby's heartbeat?" she asked in awe.

"Yes, you can." the doctor smiled as she returned the transducer back to its place and the nurse brought a doppler ultrasound to them to hear the baby's heartbeat.

The doctor turned the doppler on and put the probe on Y/n's stomach. She then turned the volume up and there it was. She could hear the sound like galloping horses coming out of the doppler's speaker. She could hear her baby's heartbeat! She had a living, growing being inside her! She dropped a tear in awe and happiness as she listened to it.

"The heartbeat is strong. Your baby seems to be growing healthy and strong." the doctor said, smiling at her.

Y/n breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much, doctor." she said.

"You're welcome Ms. Y/l/n." the doctor replied as she turned the doppler off.

She then left her and went back to her table to write some more on Y/n's medical record. The nurse helped Y/n clean her stomach from the gel. Once she was clean, she closed her shirt back. The nurse then printed out the ultrasound picture of her baby and gave it to her. Y/n looked at it and felt her heart warm. Her baby was okay, that was the most important thing.

"So, would you like to go home or stay here?" the doctor asked.

Y/n contemplated her options. She didn't want to lose her baby so it seemed it was wiser to stay at the hospital where she and her baby would be taken care of. She did have insurance from her office. She hoped it would cover her stay at the hospital.

"I think it's best that I stay here, doctor." she said.

"Alright, we'll make the arrangements. Mindy, would you please get a wheelchair to bring her up to her room?" the doctor said to the nurse.

"Wheelchair?" Y/n asked in surprise.

"Yes, you're supposed to be on bed rest, so that means you should not be walking too much unless to the bathroom." the doctor said.

"Oh, okay." Y/n said dejectedly. She felt fine so it felt weird that she wasn't allowed to walk. But she trusted the doctor and decided to obey her.

About an hour later she found herself laying down on a bed in her hospital room. The nurse just left after explaining to her about the facilities in the room and showing her the button to press to call them if she needed them. She looked around the room, devoid of any friends or family members. No one in her life knew she was pregnant let alone hospitalized because of it. Her heart ached as she remembered Sebastian again. How she wished he was there to comfort her and take care of her. Tears started to stream down her face as she never felt so alone in her whole entire life.

Chapter 18 >

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