#sebastian stan panel

[darkdemeter]

Y/N “WOLFIE’S” PANEL

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

(Platonic) Avengers cast x GN/Female/Male Reader Feat. on the panel: Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Robert Downey Jr.

A/N — So this was delayed at first because I'd kinda gotten second thoughts, then did a bit of research (just watched some of the cast in interviews and stuff). And then I thought "fuck it, write it." So I did just that. Though I'm not counting on this being "top tier" and very well may be the only time I do this sorta thing. Because I have come to realise when writing this... I CANNOT write celebrities, so great kudos to those who can, and also they make it look so easy!

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

READER DISCRETION — Nothing that should be potentially triggering— maybe slight insecure reader? Nothing really, just that little "did I do good?" y'know? — just Y/N with the avengers cast— Y/N being a little blushing, embarrassed mess

SUMMARY— You meet your fellow cast members on the panel for Comic Con, the debut for the final instalment to Habits of Mother Nature's Will releasing that weekend at the premiere.

You can read the columns here — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II: AFTERMATH

You never thought you would hear anything louder than the sound of applauding fans and cheers as your name was announced by the panel moderator.

You swaggered onto the stage, your outfit was casual but styled in a way that could pass for formal dress easily. Your hair styled to what you favoured most. 

You raised your arm up and waved to the crowd who roared with such vigour, you silently admitted to yourself it was a tad bit intimidating. But you were excited for this panel. To be beside your cast members who you had bonded with over the course of production, and to finally meet those who loved the project as well. 

The Avengers series had been a cinematic hit and when you signed the contract, had anyone told you that the three part short series would have been a major hit for audiences, you would have scoffed.

Your co-stars each turned and greeted you with grins as they waved you over. “There they are!” Chris announced into his microphone with a wide grin.

 You were assigned to sit between Lizzie and Chris. Anthony sat on Lizzie’s other side. 

“Where you been, Y/N? We missed you,” Anthony questioned you with a pout, hands forming a heart over his chest. You chuckled and held up your other hand that held a cup of coffee.

“I needed my fix, leave me alone,” you grumbled. Lizzie squeezed your shoulder lightly with a shake of her head, ushering the others to stop picking on you.

“And you didn’t bring me one,” Anthony tutted and Seb called after him, “the betrayal.”

The crowd laughed and cheered.

“So we were just about to get to the fans' questions, Y/N, and I don’t doubt a lot of them have questions about your character in particular,” the moderator said to you and you nodded. 

“Prepare yourself for marriage proposals, Y/N. There is always at least ten for each of us,” Robert said, his voice deep and calm over the mic system. 

Your face went bright red. “Well…” you wanted to swear out of habit, but you held your tongue, your head fell forward. “Dammit.”

More laughs came from the audience. The microphone was set up and any fans who had questions were directed to stand in the queue.

The first fan was a young woman, probably about college age. You leaned forward, your arms folded on the table and made your clothes pull against your frame and you looked intensely focused on the fan. Engaged with what they had to say.

The very act made quite a few people swoon and scream, only your eyes flickered to your cast mates with a raised brow.

“I think the proposals have increased quite a bit now,” Chris said with a smirk. It didn’t help relieve the flush in your face when a few whistles of agreement followed his statement. 

The girl giggled nervously into the mic in front of her and you refocused your attention on her. “Hi,” she said through her giggles and you nodded, hand lifting slightly to wave. 

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and she nodded, “good thank you. I just want to say personally I’m a huge fan of the character, C/N, and I just wanted to ask you how you felt when you got the role to portray them?”

You raised your brows under the weight of the question. You smiled and thanked her for the question. “Hmm, well, I’m not gonna lie it felt scary that I wouldn’t be able to portray the character, but the script writer and director - along with my cast members - they really helped me where I felt I lacked in providing the performance that C/N would. So yeah, thank you for that question, and I’m glad you enjoyed my take on the character, other than that it was a lot of fun.”

She beamed from ear to ear and nodded eagerly. She thanked you profusely and expressed her excitement to see Aftermath in cinemas. Elizabeth patted your hand with a smile. “You did good,” she uttered away from the microphone and you nodded in thanks.

Another fan walked up and greeted the cast. “So I want to know, who would win in a fight against each other: Bucky or C/N?”

“Uh, the correct answer, obviously, would be Ironman.” Robert’s interjection made the crowd fall into a frenzy of hysterics. You grinned, the act natural and your own that you made signature component for your character. 

“Remember who killed your parents,” Sebastian taunted and Robert smirked down the table his way. “Uh,” Sebastian began as he leaned back in thought for a moment, “I kinda want to say Bucky. I don’t think C/N could bring themselves to hurt him. So I think he’d use that to his advantage.”

When the fan inquired about your opinion, you shrugged with a tsk. “I think C/N would only win if someone hurt Wanda.” Your answer made the fans giddy, the uproar of cheers enough to bring the roof down like an earthquake. 

“I have to say that the fight sequence was so intense, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. The cinema I was in was in such a state, I thought it was gonna get shut down,” the next fan began with a giggle. You and your fellow co-stars couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. It really did make you happy to know that you had done well to provide fans with such excitement. The Avenger films were great and adored by the fanbase, your only wish was that you wouldn’t let the dedicated members of the production and the fans down. 

“The fight choreography was brilliant and I wanted to ask what you could share about what went on behind the scenes? Like, how was all of that done?”

Oh, that was a loaded question. “Well…,” you chuckled, “let me first tell you that the entirety of my character fighting in their ‘wolf form’ was me. I did all the motion capture for that–” The room was filled with applaus. “Thank you. Yeah, my stunt double thought it would be funny to visit their family overseas and leave me to do all the motion capture. So I have them to thank for the harness that was riding my ass for the next couple of days,” you answered, though everyone could tell you only meant to tease, that you didn’t mean anything ill about it all. 

The experience of doing all the intense choreography was actually one of the most fun aspects you’d ever done in any of your productions thus far. 

Anthony laughed into his mic then. “I kid you not, we all have a video around twenty minutes long of Y/N doing the motion capture from the gag reel. And it’s hilarious,” he sighed at the end and earnt a laugh from the crowd. 

“It wasn’t easy, man,” you whined, “but– but when I had to do scenes that required a more realistic build, I was saved the embarrassment and actually we had my dog, D/N, do all the motion capture for that.”

A photo of your German Shepherd appeared on the screen above, your arms encircled around them, their head tilted and long tongue hung from their mouth. 

“They’re so cute!” a fan in the crowd shouted and you chuckled. “Damn adorable, I love them. I had to be on guard, I was scared Chris would take them home.”

Chris leaned over in his seat, hand slapped to his chest with a toothy grin as he cackled to himself. “I love that dog so much, what can I say?”

The fan thanked you for your time and walked back to their seat. The next fans were two girls, again around the age of college students walked up together. “Hi!” one of them greeted and the other looked incredibly shy, her friend held her close around the shoulders. 

“Hey there, how are you?” you asked again. You always asked how the fans were, a habit that was just natural. Human. Kind. 

“We’re good thanks. Uh, so this is my friend, Taylor,” she said and indicated to the other girl next to her. She waved and mumbled a meek hello into the mic. Your cheeks folded out into a smile, adoring the girl’s shyness. It was adorable. “And it’s her birthday and I want to ask if you could give her a little birthday present as your character, C/N, please? And with a cherry on top, add your wolf voice?”

Your tongue danced over your teeth as fans left, right and centre cheered and hollered. You could tell it was as much wanted by them as the fans asking for it themselves. “Just out of curiosity, who else is here for their birthday?” you asked and quite a large amount clapped in answer, a view yelled their response.

“Okay, so you can consider this a gift to you guys as well.” You sat forward and rolled your shoulders, getting into the mind of your character. 

“Happy Birthday, Taylor.” You stopped to let the fans burn out their screams before you continued. “Told you, marriage proposals all of them,” Robert commented just as you went to speak and you broke out of character for a moment, face palming your hand. 

“Go on, Wolfie, you gotta appease the fans,” Robert uttered with a wave of his hand to usher you on.

“I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Wanna play fetch some… sometime in the park?” Despite the momentary hiccup, unable to contain the embarrassed giggle in your throat as your face brightened, you finished. 

Even some of your castmates imitated getting flustered, even Lizzie herself fanned her face. Taylor hid her face in her palms and her friend thanked you. 

The other beauty of your performance was that the sound editors had little to do with mixing your vocals for the werewolf voices, you had a knack for making it naturally guttural and animalistic. 

Anthony snickered playfully. “So I think we can agree that Y/N “Wolfie” has taken over the panel. Can we get a shout or clap if you enjoyed Y/N’s performance of C/N?”

You don’t know how it was possible, but that was the loudest you’d heard the fans. 

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Sebastian Stan at Searchlight TV’s FYC panel & screening of Fresh, June 6th

(via @ShowbizSimon on twitter)

#sebastian stan #fresh movie #panel #emmy’s 2022 #hoping they put the panel online ahhh

[itsdarkinsidee25]

Sebastian Stan en el evento FYC Q&A Panel (6 junio) 

#FYC Q&A Panel #Sebastian Stan

[favorite-colors]

12/08/2018 - CCXP 2018: Marvel Panel - São Paulo, Brazil

#Sebastian Stan #Beautiful #Marvel Panel #CCXP 2018

[alotofpockets]

Private not secret | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: You and Lizzie are both part of the MCU and attend a panel together, what happens when an interviewer tries to press Lizzie to talk about the ring she's wearing when you're keeping your relationship private from the public? A/n: This interview gave me inspiration for the ring part.

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1k

From the moment you first laid eyes on Elizabeth Olsen at the table read for Captain America: The Winter Soldier you knew she was going to be someone special in your life. As you expected the two of you grew close quickly and eventually started dating. It’s been ten years since that table read and she has become the most important person in your life. With both of your celebrity statuses, the conversation of privacy had come up pretty quickly. You had each voiced not wanting to have your relationship to be public, your relationship wasn’t a secret, you just preferred it to be private. 

As you were checking out the outfit you picked out for Marvel Con in the mirror, Lizzie walked up behind you. She snaked her hands around your waist and rested her head on your shoulder. She admired you in the mirror, “You look so beautiful, baby.” You smile at her compliment, she always knew how to boost your confidence. “Thank you, darling, you look amazing yourself.” Lizzie held one of her hands out in front of her, “I don’t want to take it off, how would you feel if I kept it on?” You lace your fingers with hers and kiss the ring on her finger. You admired the ring you had picked out for her many months ago, the ring you had chosen to ask her to marry you with last week. “Yeah, I’m good with you keeping it on. Are you ready to go?”

The convention was so much fun, you met back up with so many friends and coworkers. It was rare that you were all together besides filming, as there were so many of you. You also got to meet a lot of fans, take pictures, hear their stories, and admire the art they made. You were on a few panels, most were without Lizzie, while Lizzie had her own panels, like the WandaVison panel with Paul Bettany. To close off the convention there was one last big panel for CA:TWS, there was one big couch and an armchair, for the six of you. The interviewer welcomed everyone to the stage, “Welcome everybody to the last panel of the day, give it up for Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Elizabeth Olsen and Y/n Y/l/n!” The crowd cheered and the first four sat down on the couch, making it full. You and Lizzie look at the armchair which isn’t exactly big enough for two people and laugh, you tell Lizzie to take it and sit down on the armrest yourself. The interviewer offered up her chair, but you assured her that it was all good.

“Thank you all so much for joining us, the ten year anniversary of Captain America: The Winter Soldier is coming up, Chris, how does that feel?” Chris takes one of the mics, “It’s so crazy to think that ten years ago we started filming the first movie of the MCU. I’m so thankful for being able to play this character and how much we’ve got to expand this universe to the big screen and introduce all these new heroes. Yeah, it’s been great.” The interviewer says it’s time for a question from the audience, you turn to face the person standing at the mics and all say hello. “Hi, I’m Ryan, and I have a question for y/n, what is your favorite memory from filming the movie?” Lizzie hands you the mic she was holding, you smile at her and thank her. “Oh, that’s a good question! I have so many good memories from that movie.” Your eyes move over to Lizzie for a moment only to see that she was already looking at you, you smile and focus back on the crowd. “I think I’m gonna have to go with the fight scene where we’re running through an office. So, papers had to be flying off of desks and the amount of times they had to be picked up to be able to shoot the scene again was just so funny.” 

Another fan comes up to the stand, “Hello, my name is Ellie, and my question is for Elizabeth. You’ve spoken a bit about your anxiety and I was just wondering how you manage to keep that under control with big crowds like this.” You hand the mic back to Lizzie, “First off I want to emphasize how important it is for me to talk about subjects like these, so thank you very much for your question, Ellie. “Secondly, for me, having people around me that make me feel safe is very important.” Lizzie places a hand on your knee. “For instance, I know that if I were to start feeling overwhelmed, y/n would notice and help me stay grounded.” 

The interviewer continues after all the fan questions are answered. “So, Elizabeth, I noticed a pretty ring on your finger.” Lizzie looks down at her hand, “Yeah, it’s beautiful right. it’s a cocktail ring, my fancy ring.” The interviewer presses on, “Is it a cocktail ring though?” You want to step in and tell the interviewer she should stop pressuring Lizzie, but before you can speak up Scarlett does. “Before we have to go, I’d like to ask you all a question. I would love it if we could take a big group picture, would you be up for that?” The crowd cheers. You all kneel down at the edge of the stage so that everyone fits in the picture. “Thank you.” You whisper to Scarlett as you move back to your seats. 

Once the panel is over you head to your backstage room with Lizzie. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to the lady.” Lizzie grabs your hand in hers, “You’re all good. That would probably have been more suspicious than how Scar handled it. Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night. “You’re right.” You share a sweet kiss before heading over to your friends.

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[sebstanaddict]

Stuck With You

Sebastian Stan x Reader One Shot

A/N: This might be the fantasy of every Seb fan out there 😆 Just a little something I wrote for fun that will hopefully put a smile on your face. Enjoy 😊

Summary: What happens when you get stuck in an elevator with the one and only Sebastian Stan? 😁

Warning: fluff, some cursing

Word count: 8.3k

Read more of my One Shots here.

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Chrysler Building, New York, July 2023, 9 am

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The sound of heels clacking on the marble floors echoed throughout the main lobby. A pair of feet wearing black closed toe high heel shoes walked swiftly across the hall towards the elevators.

Five more minutes! Y/n glanced at her watch in panic. When she looked up she saw the only elevator that was still open was about to be closed, so she decided to run.

“Hold the elevator, please!” She shouted.

A hand shot out from the elevator and held the elevator door open. She slipped inside and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” She looked up at whoever held the elevator door open and felt like her heart just stopped.

“You're welcome.” The person smiled at her and she felt like her knees were about to give way.

She couldn't believe her eyes. After ten years living in New York, she finally met him! The love of her life!

She leaned back onto the elevator wall, trying to keep herself together while inside she was hyperventilating.

The person furrowed his perfect eyebrows at her and spoke in the most gentle voice she had ever heard. “Are you.. okay?”

“Y.. yeah..” she stammered, her heart still beating so fast in her chest and her palms started to sweat.

Get yourself together, d****t! She scolded herself internally and took a deep breath.

“Okay.” The person nodded and smiled again then turned his attention towards the elevator door.

The elevator dinged then stopped. Another person standing next to her excused herself and went out of the elevator. She didn't even realize there was someone next to her, so focused she was at the love of her life. She looked around and noticed two other people standing behind the love of her life.

Okay, maybe she should stop calling him the love of her life. He was practically a stranger whom she only knew from the screens of her cellphone or TV. He wasn't the love of her life, but she sure hoped he was.

She turned to look at the elevator door, trying hard not to glance at him every now and then, but of course she couldn't help herself. He really was way hotter in person, just like most of his fans that have met him said. He had thick stubble around his mouth and jaw. His brunette hair was thick and fluffy at the top but short on the sides. He wore a blue blazer with a white t-shirt underneath and matching blue trousers, he also smelled really good, just like what other fans that have met him said.

He glanced at her and smiled and she quickly turned her face away, butterflies flying around in her stomach.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself but caught his smell again, making the butterflies in her stomach fly around even wilder. There was no use, she couldn't be calm, how could she? She decided to just enjoy inhaling his intoxicating smell, trying to ingrain it into her memory as she was sure she wasn't going to meet him again ever.

The elevator dinged again and the other two people standing behind him walked out, leaving her alone with the love of her life!

Her heart beat even faster as the elevator door closed, leaving her alone with him.

“So, we're going to the same floor, huh?” He said and she looked towards the floor numbers on the panel of the elevator. The only number that was lit up was the 50th floor.

“Oh! Uh… I'm actually going to the 48th floor.” She said as she pushed the number 48 on the panel and felt warmth crawling from her neck up to her cheeks. She was way too focused on him that she forgot she was about to have an important meeting on the 48th floor.

“Oh, okay.” He nodded and smiled at her, making her knees feel weak again.

She smiled back and quickly turned her face away towards the elevator door, trying hard to compose herself.

She looked at her watch then up at the floor number display on the elevator panel and felt a slight panic. The meeting was supposed to start and she was still on the 20th floor! She never realized the elevators in her office could be so slow.

The lights flickered all of a sudden and the elevator abruptly stopped, jolting them up and down for a brief second, then complete darkness engulfed them.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she held onto the railing of the elevator next to her.

“What the..” He commented as they stood blindly in complete darkness.

The emergency lights flickered on moments later and she looked up to see that they had stopped on the 25th floor.

“Looks like the power is out or something.” He commented.

“Y.. yeah. Seems like it.” She stammered, not believing the situation she was in! She was stuck in an elevator with him! Oh, her friends in the fandom were going to be really jealous of her. But then again, that was not supposed to be her focus. She needed to attend the meeting or her boss could get really angry at her.

He pushed the emergency button and it lit up but nothing else happened.

“Isn't there supposed to be like a phone or an intercom or something?” He asked as he studied the panel.

“Umm.. I guess so.” She replied, realizing she needed to also figure out what to do.

“I'm going to try and call one of my colleagues and let her know we're stuck here.” She said and he nodded.

“Good idea. I’m going to try and contact my friend too.” He said, pulling out his cellphone.

She looked at her cellphone and her heart plummeted. There was no cellular signal. She tried connecting to the building's WiFi but there was no WiFi on. She tried again to manually search for a cellular signal but her cellphone still couldn't pick up any signal. They were stuck and had no way of communicating to the outside world!

“Do you have a signal?” She asked, looking up at him as panic started to set in her heart.

“No, I was going to ask if you have.” He sighed.

“Oh no. Looks like we're completely trapped here.”

“Yeah. Let me just try and open the door. Who knows, it might work.” He said as he started to push the open button on the elevator panel, but the door remained closed.

“Alright, let me try and do it manually.” He said as he put his fingers in the middle of the elevator door and he tried to pry it open.

“Uuugghhh…” he grunted as he tried to exert a lot of force to his hands. She glanced at his arms and noticed his big bulky bicep underneath the sleeves of the blazer. She knew what she felt was wrong, but she couldn't help to feel the warmth at the base of her stomach at the sight of him.

Control yourself! She scolded herself internally as she realized what she was feeling.

“D****t!” He cursed as the elevator door remained closed and he released his fingers from it.

“I'm sorry, I can't.” He said, turning to look at her, his eyes full of regret.

“It's okay.” She smiled. “Looks like we just have to wait.”

“Yeah, I hope people out there will respond soon. I'm sure that emergency button does something.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, I'm sure it does.”

“I'm Sebastian by the way.” He extended his hand.

“Oh, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you, Sebastian.” She shook his hand and she felt her heart galloping fast in her chest as his hand touched hers.

She couldn't believe it! Sebastian Stan just touched her!

“Nice to meet you too, Y/n.” He smiled and shook her hand back, letting it linger for a moment longer than necessary.

“So.. do you work here?” He asked, dropping his hands and putting them in his pants' pockets.

“Yeah, I work at Quantum Capital up on the 48th floor.” She replied.

“Oh, do you know Michael?” He asked, looking at her expectantly.

“Umm.. Michael Sheehan?” She asked.

“Yeah! He's my investment manager.” He replied and her eyebrows raised.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yeah, been working with him for a year now. I”m actually going to have a meeting with him later on today after I'm done meeting my agents.” He said.

“Well, funny he never mentioned working for you considering.. “ She trailed.

“I know what you mean.” He chuckled.

“I specifically asked him to keep my name confidential. You know.” He explained.

“Of course, I understand.” She nodded.

Still, she needed to grill Michael later on and asked him why he never mentioned this at all. But then again, why would he? He didn't know she was a fan of Sebastian. No one in her office knew. Heck, no one in her life knew except some fellow Sebastian Stan fans in the fandom. Michael was right to keep the information private.

“I wonder what caused this blackout.” He said.

“Yeah, I wonder too.” She said.

“Have you ever experienced anything like this?” He asked.

“No. I've experienced power outages here several times though, they usually didn't last long. So I hope it will be up again soon.”

“Well, I hope so too. I'm supposed to meet my agent now.” He said, glancing at his watch.

“Yeah, I have a meeting I'm supposed to attend too. My boss is going to kill me if I don't show up.” She sighed, expecting her boss to be really angry at her.

“Sorry to hear that. Guess we're both late.’ He responded.

“Yup.” She shrugged.

“Well, in any case, I'm glad I got stuck here with you.” He winked and she felt her heart leapt out of her chest.

“And why is that?” She asked slowly, still not believing her ears.

“Well..” He trailed as his cheeks started to redden a little. Was he blushing? She couldn't believe her eyes!

“Being stuck in an elevator with a beautiful woman beats being stuck with anyone else, really.” He said, giving her a side smile.

She froze and wasn't sure how to respond. Sebastian f*****g Stan just called her beautiful?! He just f*****g flirted with her?! What were the odds of that happening?! She thought in disbelief.

“I.. uh.. I'm sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable.” He quickly said when he saw that she stayed silent and frozen as she tried to process what was happening. He put one hand behind his neck and looked down in embarrassment.

“Oh, it's okay, Sebastian. You just..caught me by surprise. That's all.” She smiled and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, good. I really don't want to make you feel uncomfortable seeing that we'll be spending some time here together for God knows how long.” He responded.

“Don't worry about it, Sebastian. I don't feel uncomfortable at all.” She said as she felt another kind of emotion, disbelief mixed with utter joy as she experienced something she thought would only ever happen in a dream.

“That's good to know.” He smiled in relief.

“Anyway, I hope you don't mind me. But I'm just going to sit down here.” He said as he went down and sat cross legged on the floor.

“Oh, of course not. In fact, I'll join you.” She said as she went down and sat on the floor too, across from him. She was wearing a rather tight knee length pencil skirt so she couldn't sit cross legged, instead she folded both legs on one side and she pulled the hem of her skirt to try to cover up as many of her legs and thighs as she could. She glanced at him and caught him looking at her thighs and his cheeks reddened. He looked away immediately as she tried to process what happened again. Did he just check her out? Once again she couldn't believe it.

He cleared his throat and looked back at her.

“So, how long have you been working here?” He asked.

“Three years.” She replied.

“I see.” He nodded.

“What about you?” She asked.

“Oh, I don't work here.” He chuckled.

“Of course you don't, I mean..” She trailed, kicking herself for asking something stupid like that.

“I just moved to a new agency, the agency's office is here.” He explained, saving her from more embarrassment.

“Oh okay.” She nodded.

“Are you from New York?” He asked.

“Oh, no. I'm from Tulsa, originally.” She replied.

“Tulsa huh?”

“Yeah. I went to Oklahoma University and after I graduated I moved here to work.”

“Oh okay. And how long have you been living here?”

“Ten years.”

“Ten huh? How do you like living here?”

“Well.. it's been tough, you know it's a literal concrete jungle where the survivors are the powerful.” She shrugged.

“Oh, I absolutely get that.” He nodded.

“Yeah. But I still love it here. I love how it's a melting pot of almost every country and race in the world. I love just walking in the streets and finding myself among these different people and race and culture. I mean, in one block you feel like you're in Italy and in the next you feel like you're in India. It's just fascinating.” She replied.

“I agree. There's nowhere else like New York.” He smiled with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Nope, nowhere else.” She smiled back.

And I love it even more that I finally meet you here! She said internally, wishing she could say it out loud.

“Where do you live by the way?” He asked.

Her heart seemed to stop as she heard the question. He wanted to know where she lived?! The Sebastian Stan wanted to know where she lived?!

“You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I mean.. I get it. The world is a crazy place and people can just stalk you or something. You know. I was just making small talk.” He quickly said when he noticed she stayed quiet too long. His face reddened a little again.

“Oh, it's okay, Sebastian. I..uh..I live in Brooklyn.” She replied.

“Oh okay, we're not exactly neighbors then.” He commented.

“Where do you live? If you don't mind me asking.” She asked.

“Soho.” He responded.

“I see.” She nodded.

“I love going to Brooklyn, though. I mean, I love reading and I think Brooklyn has the most indie bookstores out of all of New York.” He commented.

“Yeah, that's true. I bet you've been to McNally Jackson then.” She commented, referring to one of the large bookstores in Brooklyn.

“Oh yeah, I like the open floor plan and high ceilings. It's a beautiful bookstore.” He commented.

“Yeah, it truly is.” She nodded.

“Have you ever been to Quimby's?” He asked with a small smile on his lips.

“Oh yeah, it's such a unique place. Do you know they offer tarot card reading at the back? Not that I believe in those kinds of things.” She replied and he chuckled.

“I do know that. That's not why I usually go there though.” He laughed.

“Oh, yeah, I'm sure you're there for the books.” She replied.

“The comics actually.” He said and his face reddened again.

She laughed out loud, making his face even redder. Quimby's was famous for stocking some questionable saucy comics. She couldn't believe he would tell her that.

“I’m sorry, I'm not gonna judge you. I mean, if you enjoy the comics, good for you.” She said and he laughed.

“Thanks. Maybe we should change the subject. This is starting to feel weird.” He commented and she laughed again.

“You have a nice laugh.” He said and her eyes widened.

Was he flirting with her again?! She couldn't believe it.

“Oh, thanks. I can't say anyone has ever complimented my laughter.” She chuckled, trying hard to keep her cool.

“Really? That's weird. I swear your laughter is so nice to see and contagious too.” He said and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn.

“Thank you.” That was the only thing she managed to say.

“Alright, pizza.” He stated.

“What?” She asked, dumbfounded.

“I said we should change the subject. So, pizza is the new subject.” He replied and she laughed again.

“Oh okay. Yeah, pizza. I love pizza. Especially New York pizza.” She smiled.

“Yeah, New York pizza is something else. Like the saying goes, pizzas are from Italy..”

“But they're perfected in New York.” They chorused and laughed together.

She looked up and couldn't believe she caught it with her own eyes. He was doing a cute nose scrunch as he laughed. Something he sometimes did when he found something so funny.

That was it. She could die now and be happy. Being able to witness his cute nose scrunch in person was an experience enough to beat all other amazing life experiences.

“So, what's your favorite pizza place in Brooklyn?” He asked after their laughter subsided.

“Well.. I bet you think I'm gonna answer Grimaldi's or Joe's Pizza.” She replied, referring to two country wide famous pizzerias known to be the hot spot for some celebrities.

“Well, both have amazing pizzas.”

“I agree. But my favorite is Dellarocco's in Brooklyn Heights. Their Tartufo pizza is to die for!” She gushed and felt her mouth slightly watered just thinking of the pizza with truffle cream, gorgonzola and mozzarella cheese topping.

“Can’t say I've heard of it.” He said.

“Well it's at Hick's Street. Right around the corner of Remsen Street where my apartment is.” She explained.

“Oh, okay. I might just drop by some time then.” He said and her jaw dropped.

“To the Dellarocco's, I mean. Not to your apartment.. I mean.. unless.. you want me to..” He trailed and his face reddened yet again.

She could feel the burn on her cheeks again as she tried to grapple with the situation. Was he.. interested in her?

“Umm..” She trailed, not sure how to respond.

“Sorry, just forget it. Forget what I said. We should do something else.” He quickly suggested.

Noo.. I would love for you to drop by my apartment! She shouted internally but all she could say was “Oh okay. What do you have in mind?”

“Let's play a game.” He responded with a small smile on his lips.

“What kind of game?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Just something simple, seeing how we don't have much resources.”

“Okay, sure.” She nodded.

“Let's play truth or dare.” He said and she laughed again.

“If you don't want to play it's fine. We can do something else.” He quickly said.

“No, let's play truth or dare. This is going to be interesting.” She said. Interesting was an understatement. She thought. If anyone in the fandom knew what she was doing with him, they were going to freak out for sure.

“Alright, let's flip a coin to decide who asks the question first.” He said, pulling out his wallet and picking up a coin from it.

“Call it.” He said as he flipped the coin and caught it in his hand then put it on the back of his hand.

“Heads.” She said and he opened his hand to reveal heads on the coin.

“Okay, you go first then.” He said as he returned the coin back to his wallet.

“Wait, I have just the thing to help with this game.” She said as she pulled out her cellphone.

“What is it?” He asked, looking at her with eyebrows furrowed.

“I hosted a party some time ago where we also played truth or dare. I used this app to help generate random truth or dare questions.” She answered as she scrolled on her cellphone and pressed the Truth or Dare app on her screen.

“Well that's convenient.” He commented.

“Yeah. Anyway, here it is. Are you ready?” She asked, looking up at him while her thumb hovered above her cellphone screen, ready to press on either Truth or Dare buttons.

“Ready.” He nodded.

“Truth or dare?” She asked.

“Truth!” He quickly answered and she pressed the Truth button on her cellphone.

She smiled as the Truth question appeared on her screen.

“When was the last time you lied?” She asked and his eyes widened.

“Well..” He said, scratching his head.

“You never lied?” She asked.

“I'm not an angel, of course I have lied.” He responded and she laughed.

Well, you are an angel in my eyes, she thought as she continued to look at him and admired his perfect face.

“In fact, the last time I lied was this morning.” He finally answered.

“I had to tell Anthony that I can't meet him this weekend because I have to work.” He said, grimacing.

She laughed out loud.

“Anthony Mackie?” She asked.

“Uh huh.” He nodded and she laughed again.

“You know you don't have to answer it in detail. The question didn't ask for details.” She chuckled.

“Yeah well. I don't mind sharing some detailed truths to you.” He winked and she felt her cheeks burn again.

“Alright, my turn. Truth or dare?” He asked.

“Ummm.. Truth.” She said as she gave her cellphone to him, feeling her heart beat raised as she waited for his question.

“Okay.” He pressed the Truth button on her cellphone and soon a question popped up.

“What’s the worst thing you've ever done?” He asked with a small smile on his lips.

“Oh great, that is a hard question.” She complained and he laughed.

“You can switch to dare if you don't want to answer it.” He suggested.

“No, it's okay. I'll answer it. The worst thing I think.. that I have ever done is.. not letting my mom know that it was me that broke her favorite vase.” She replied.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. I was like.. five.. we had this ginger cat as a pet. And one day I was in the living room just doing some ballet practice. You know. I was enrolled in a ballet class like most girls my age.” She explained.

“Okay.” He nodded as he continued to look at her in amusement.

“Anyway, I was doing some pirouettes, you know, I twirled around and my legs hit the vase and it fell onto the floor, breaking into pieces. My mom was really angry, she bought it in Italy during a vacation to Rome and it was just so precious to her. I told my mom our ginger cat broke it. She was so angry that she gave our cat up for adoption.” She explained, feeling the burn on her cheeks.

“Oh wow. Okay. That is the worst thing anyone has ever done. What a poor cat.” He commented but she couldn't help but notice the small smile on his lips.

“Yeah. It's the worst isn't it? Sometimes I still wonder whether our ginger cat is okay and what would have happened if I had told the truth.”

“Well, one thing for sure. I'm sure your mom would not give you up for adoption.” He commented and they laughed out loud.

“Okay, my turn again?” She asked.

“Yup. Go on.” He nodded as he gave her cellphone back to her.

“Truth or dare?” She asked.

“Umm.. let's go with dare this time.” He responded.

“Okay.” She nodded as she pressed the Dare button on her cellphone screen.

“Hmm.. this is not so bad.” She commented as she read the question.

“What is it?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Show me your search history.” She commanded.

“Search history? You mean like in the browser?” He asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Okay. Get ready to find my dirtiest secret.” He said as he pulled his cellphone out and started swiping on it, making her laugh again.

“There you go. Judge me all you want.” He said, giving her his cellphone.

She smiled as she read his search history.

“Tiramisu recipe”

“Pannacotta recipe”

“Best Investment 2023”

“Best stock to have 2023”

“Donald Trump biography”

“Donald Trump history”

“Donald Trump fraud cases”

“Ric Flair biography”

“Ric Flair history”

“Okay, the first two are interesting, and the next two are alright, considering you're going to have a meeting with Michael later on. But.. what's with the Trump and Ric Flair searches though?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Umm.. this is supposed to be a secret, as there's nothing definite as of now. But.. I'm in the running to play Trump and Ric Flair.” He said, looking at her expectantly.

“What?!” She exclaimed out loud.

“Not in the same movie, of course.” He quickly explained.

“So, two biopics?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Wow.” That was all she could muster. She knew he was somewhat in the running to play Ric Flair as he was seen having lunch with Ric Flair earlier that year, but Trump? That was completely new to her. The whole fandom was going to have a melt down if he played Trump. She was sure of it.

“This is like.. really top secret. So I beg you not to tell anyone about this.” He said, his eyes pleading.

“Don't worry Sebastian, I won't tell a soul. I'll keep this to my grave.” She said, making a gesture on her mouth as if she was zipping it close.

“Well I hope not to the grave.” He chuckled. “I mean, if I get the part and the news comes out officially you can tell other people.”

“Oh, right. That's a relief.” She nodded and he chuckled.

“Okay, it's my turn now. Truth or dare?” He asked.

“Dare.” She said, giving both his cellphone and hers to him.

“Alright.. oohhh.. this is interesting.” He teased.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Swap your clothes with someone.” He stated and her jaw dropped.

“What?” She said, flabbergasted.

“Yeah, since I'm the only someone here with you, I suppose we should swap clothes. But if you don't want to, it's okay. You could just switch to truth.” He quickly said.

She couldn't believe it! She was expected to strip in front of him?!

But then she realized something as she looked down at the clothes she was wearing and what he was wearing and realized they could just swap one item of clothing without stripping themselves naked.

“It's okay. We could just swap our blazers.” She said and realization seemed to dawn in his eyes.

“That's brilliant.” He commented and so they took off their respective blazers and gave them to one another.

His blazer was of course too big on her but it smelled of him and it felt warm, making butterflies fly around in her stomach. Her blazer on the other hand was so small on him that he could barely get his bulky arms into it. Afraid of ripping it, he decided to just drape it around his shoulder like a cloak.

“You look..” She trailed.

“Ridiculous.” He shrugged and she laughed.

“I didn't say that.” She protested.

“I know you didn't but I know it's at the tip of your tongue.” He said and she laughed again.

“You, on the other hand.. you look.. great.” He winked after checking her out, making her blush once again.

“No, I look like a five year old playing dress up in her father's closet.” She stated and this time he laughed.

“Still looks great though.” He said after his laughter subsided. She couldn't believe how flirty he was to her!

“Anyway, let's continue.” He said, giving her cellphone back to her.

“Right, truth or dare?” She asked.

“Dare. I feel like doing more daring stuff.” He said and she smiled in amusement.

“Okay. Hmm.. Talk in an accent.” She said as she read the question on her cellphone screen and he laughed.

“Shouldn't be too hard for an actor, huh.” She commented and he laughed again.

“Yeah well, it depends on the accent. What accent do you want me to have?” He asked.

“Italian.” She immediately said, smiling a little. She had heard him speak Italian before in two of his movies and he was sexy as h**l in those movies. She couldn't believe she was getting a front row seat to see him do another Italian accent.

“Okay.” He nodded and cleared his throat.

“Ciao bella, como estai? What pizza would you like to order today?” He asked in a thick Italian accent, pretending to be a waiter at a pizzeria.

She laughed. “Oh, I'll have the margherita, please.”

“Ah, fantastico! Excellent choice, bella.” He said, still in a thick Italian accent, making her laugh again.

“That was good.” She smiled.

“Sai, non ho mai visto occhi belli come i tuoi né un sorriso così luminoso e carino come il tuo. Esci con me, forse?”

(“You know, I've never seen eyes as beautiful as yours nor a smile as bright and pretty as yours. Go out with me, maybe?”)

He said still with a thick Italian accent and she froze. She didn't speak Italian so she had no idea what he was saying but it sounded sexy as h**l, making her heart flutter.

“You know, I have no idea what you're saying. But.. you were so so good..” She commented.

“Oh.. yeah..” He said, putting his hand behind his neck again and she could see his face had slightly reddened again.

“So.. what does it mean?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh! Nothing. I was just commenting on the weather.” He said and he looked down, fiddling with his fingers.

“Hmm.. okay. Well, it's your turn now.” She said, giving her cellphone to him. Somehow she felt like he was not telling the truth about what he said in Italian, but she couldn't push him about it, it would be rude to do it.

“Right. Truth or dare?” He asked, accepting her cellphone from her.

“Dare.” She said.

“We're both pretty daring people, huh?” He chuckled.

“Guess we are.” She laughed.

“Alright.. umm.. ooh ho ho. This! I'd love to see!” He exclaimed out loud.

“What?! What does it say?” She asked, her heart beat faster in her chest.

“Do a freestyle rap.” He said gleefully and her heart dropped to her stomach. She had never ever rapped in her life.

“I can't.” She shook her head.

“Oh come on. Just do something short. Like a line. It's not that hard.” He persuaded her.

“Well if it's not that hard why don't you do it first?” She said with a glint in her eyes.

“This is not how this game is played.” He shook his head and she laughed.

“Well, I'm not doing it unless you do it first.” She folded her hands in front of her chest.

“Fine.. okay. Here goes nothing.” He said, clearing his throat.

“You better lose yourself in the music,

the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo”

He rapped the song Lose Yourself by Eminem. She laughed and closed her mouth with her hand. She couldn't believe what she just witnessed. Never in her whole existence as a Sebastian Stan fan did she witness him rapping at all, so the moment was like gold to her.

“Oh my God.” She continued to close her mouth with her hand, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Was it that bad?” Sebastian asked, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Oh no no! On the contrary, that was brilliant!” She exclaimed breathlessly.

“You're not just teasing me, are you?” He asked, still with his eyebrows knitted together.

“Of course not! Now how am I supposed to top that?” She complained and he laughed.

“You know what, do you know the song Love The Way You Lie by Eminem and Rihanna?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, I know that song.”

“Well, what do you think if we sing it together? You sing the Rihanna part and I'll sing the Eminem part, well.. rap the Eminem part more like.” He asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Well.. okay. Sing? I can do that.” She smiled.

“Good. As it happens, I have the song stored here on my phone so we can just sing along.” He said.

“That's brilliant!” She smiled and he smiled back warmly at her, making the butterflies in her stomach fly around again.

She couldn't believe what was happening. She was going to sing with Sebastian Stan?! She definitely woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.

“Okay, ready?” He asked, his thumb hovering on the play button on the music player of his phone.

“Yeah.” She nodded, her heart beating so fast in her chest.

“Okay.” He nodded then pressed the play button.

Rihanna's voice immediately came out from the speaker and she sang along as best she could.

“Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?

Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?

Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie”

Then Sebastian started to rap along with Eminem.

“I can't tell you what it really is

I can only tell you what it feels like

And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe

I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight

As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight

High off of love, drunk from her hate

It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her, the more I suffer

I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown

She resuscitates me, she fucking hates me

And I love it, "Wait

Where you going?" "I'm leaving you"

"No you ain't, come back"

We're running right back, here we go again

It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great

I'm Superman, with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane

But when it's bad, it's awful

I feel so ashamed, I snapped, "Who's that dude?"

I don't even know his name, I laid hands on her

I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength.”

She was amazed at how good he was at rapping. They ended up singing along to the whole song. Her heart soared in her chest as they sang and rapped together. Granted, the song was a sad song, but it didn't matter to her. She was singing with the person she most admired in the world and nothing felt as amazing as that moment.

“That was awesome! You have a beautiful voice!” Sebastian exclaimed excitedly as soon as the song finished and she couldn't help but blushed again.

“Thank you, Sebastian. You were awesome too! Never knew you could rap!” She commented excitedly.

“Yeah well. That's another secret of mine I just shared with you.” He winked and she felt herself red in the face again.

“Anyway, guess it's my turn again?” He asked, putting his cellphone back in his pocket.

“Oh yeah, that's right. So, truth or dare? She asked.

“Dare.” He answered.

“Alright, another dare huh.” She said as she pressed the Dare button on her cellphone.

“I told you I'm feeling daring today.” He said and she smiled.

She read the question on her cellphone screen and felt like her heart just stopped. It couldn't be!

“So, what's the question?” He asked.

“Umm.. here. It's better if you read it yourself.” She said, feeling her cheeks burn again as she gave him her cellphone.

“Oh.. okay.” He nodded and accepted the cellphone from her.

The corners of his mouth turned up slowly as he read the question then he looked up at her.

“Kiss.. someone.. here..” He said in a low voice.

“You don't have to if you don't want to. We can just press the button again so another question will pop up. Or you can switch to Truth if you want. Or we can just stop..” She said frantically but she couldn't continue saying what she wanted to say because he suddenly put his index finger on her lips, startling her.

“Y/n.. it's fine. I'm willing to do it.. unless.. you don't want me to? Because you have a boyfriend? Maybe?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he dropped his finger from her lips.

“Umm.. no.. I don't have a boyfriend.” She replied, her heart galloping fast in her chest and her palms started to sweat.

“Okay. Good.” He smiled warmly at her and if her eyes didn't play tricks on her, his eyes seemed to darken a little as he looked at her, making her feel the warmth in the base of her stomach again.

He stood up slowly and extended her hand to her. She picked it up and stood up slowly, feeling pins and needles on her legs and winced a little.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he stood closer to her and looked down at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah.. it's just that my legs feel a little numb..” She grimaced.

“Okay. We can wait if you want until it feels better.” He suggested.

“No, it's okay. It feels better now.” She said as the numbness slowly went away.

“Alright.” He nodded and moved even closer to her. He gently placed one hand on her waist and another on the side of her face.

Her heart continued to beat fast in her chest as she looked up at him and waited for him to make the final move. His gorgeous ocean blue eyes were hooded and he went inch by inch closer to her to the point his lips hovered above hers and she could feel his gentle breathing on her lips.

Their lips were just a split second away from touching when a bright light attacked them and the elevator door slowly opened.

They immediately broke apart and turned to look at the door. Two men wearing technician uniforms looked at them curiously.

“Oh, thank God you guys are okay.” One of the men said.

“Yeah, we're.. we're okay.” Sebastian said, smiling at the men but his shoulders were slumped.

Ugh! Bad timing you guys! She protested internally.

“So, what happened?” Sebastian asked as they finally got out of the elevator together.

“There was a power outage. It was restored half an hour ago and all the other elevators started to work again except this one. We've been trying to contact you guys through the intercom but it didn't seem to work.” The other man said.

“What intercom? I didn't see any. I just saw the emergency button.” Sebastian said, his eyebrows raised.

The technician guided them back into the elevator and showed them a small button under the current floor display as well as a speaker next to it.

“Ah okay, we didn't see it.” Sebastian said.

“Even if you didn't see it, it was supposed to work when we called you from the control room but it didn't. We're really sorry, sir, it seems it's broken.” The man said.

“Oh okay. Well, the important thing is that you managed to get us out. So thank you for that.” Sebastian said.

“Yeah, thank you guys.” She said.

“No problem, sir, ma'am.” The man said, smiling at them.

“If you'll excuse us, we need to repair the intercom. You can use the other elevators.” The man continued.

“Alright, thank you so much, man.” Sebastian said and the men nodded at him.

They entered another elevator next to the one they were trapped in, finding two other people already in it. He stood at the very back of the elevator after pressing the 50th and 48th floor buttons on the panel. She stood next to him and both faced the door.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she realized that this was it. He was going to leave her life and they were never going to see each other again. That kiss would never happen. She was sure of it.

The elevator stopped on the 48th floor and she turned to look at him.

“I guess I'll see you around?” She said, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah. Let me walk you to your office.” He said, startling her.

“Oh, okay. Excuse us.” She said as they walked out of the elevator together.

They arrived at an empty hallway where her office was located. The elevator door closed, leaving them alone in the stillness. They stood face to face, his hands in his pockets while her hands hung loosely by her side. Her heart beat fast in her chest as she anticipated his next move.

“So.. Thank you for being a nice companion during a bad situation. I had fun being stuck in an elevator with you.” He smiled, gazing down at her intently with his gorgeous ocean blue eyes, making her heart flutter wildly.

“Oh, you're welcome. Thank you for being a fun person too, back there. I.. I had a lot of fun too.” She smiled back.

“Good. I'm glad. Anyway, I believe this is yours.” He said, taking off her blazer from around his shoulder.

“Oh yeah.” She said as she took off his blazer and gave it to him.

Just then his cellphone and hers rang at the same time, making them both jump. They sighed and they pulled out their respective cellphones together.

She glanced at her cellphone screen and saw her boss' number flashing on the screen. Her heart plummeted and she immediately picked it up. Just as she did so, Sebastian turned away from her and talked on his phone too.

“Hello.” She answered the call, dread filled her stomach as she turned around.

“Y/n! Where have you been?!” Her boss' loud voice came out of the speaker.

“Mr.Thomas, I'm really sorry. I got stuck in the elevator during the power outage.” She immediately explained.

“Oh for God's sake Y/n. Out of all days, why did you have to get stuck in an elevator today?!” Her boss complained.

“I.. I'm sorry Mr.Thomas.” She stammered.

“Where are you now?”

“I'm on my way there, sir.”

“Alright, make a run for it.”

“Yes, sir.”

And her boss hung up without saying anything.

She turned around and found Sebastian still on the phone, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth turned into a frown. She didn't want to bother him so she waved her hand in front of him and mouthed while pointing her thumb back towards her office. “I have to go.”

He nodded and mouthed “Okay.”

She nodded and turned around, sprinting towards her office.

She didn't expect their good bye to be like that. She expected him to do more because it seemed he was genuinely interested in her.

But then again, maybe she was just imagining things. Even if they never see each other again, she was still so happy to have met him. At least she now belonged to the group of fans who have met him in person. In fact, she thought she even got the best experience with him! So, yeah, she was still so elated about it. That day was definitely one to go down in her history book as one of the best days of her life!

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Dellarocco's Pizzeria, Brooklyn Heights, New York - the next day, 1 pm

She opened the door to her favorite pizzeria and smiled widely as the smell of pizza baking in the brick ovens traveled into her nose. Her stomach rumbled as she walked towards her favorite spot by the window and took a seat.

“Ciao bella, como estai?” A waiter came by her table and greeted her.

“Hi.. I'm good, thank you.” She smiled. She didn't know Italian but she knew enough of what the waiter just said to her.

“The usual, miss?” The waiter asked.

“Yes, please, thank you so much!” She replied and the waiter nodded. Soon she was left alone to enjoy the atmosphere of the pizzeria.

She looked around and found the pizzeria not to be too crowded. There were only eight tables occupied, aside from hers. There were two tables occupied by a family of four, four tables occupied by two people who seemed to be having a business meeting of some sort, one table occupied by a couple and one table occupied by..

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she registered the person sitting alone at a table across from her. The person held a comic book in his hand and was smiling as he read it. Then he looked up and his eyes widened as he looked at her.

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest as the man smiled at her and closed his comic book. He stood up and sauntered over to her.

“Ciao bella, como estai?” He greeted her and she laughed.

“Hi Sebastian. I'm good, thank you. How are you?” She asked, looking up at him with butterflies flying around in her stomach.

“I'm good too, thank you. Mind if I sit down?” He asked.

“Of course not. Please take a seat.” She smiled, gesturing for him to take a seat.

“Thank you.” He smiled and pulled out the chair in front of her then sat down.

“So, what brings you to Brooklyn Heights?” She asked.

“Well, I have some free time today and I realized I haven't visited Brooklyn in a while. Our conversation yesterday reminded me that I need to get a new comic book from Quimby's.” He explained, showing her the comic book in his hand and she laughed.

“And then.. I remember you said the pizza here is to die for. So, I got curious and tried it.” He continued.

“And, what do you think of it?” She asked with a small smile on her lips.

“You were right, it was to die for!” He gushed and she laughed.

“Told you.” She winked and this time he laughed.

“Anyway, I also have some unfinished business here..” He trailed, gazing at her intently, making the butterflies in her stomach fly around wildly.

“With the most beautiful woman in New York.” He continued with a low voice, making her tremble.

“I see..” She said, trying hard to keep it together even though she felt like she was moments away from fainting.

“You see. There are two things I need to tell her.” He said, the corners of his mouth turned up a little, his gaze unwavering towards her.

“Two things?” She asked and swallowed hard.

“Yes, the first one is. I need to tell her that I was lying.”

“Oh? About what?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Do you remember the Italian words I said yesterday?” He asked.

“Oh, the one where you talked about the weather?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes, that's the one.”

“What about it?” She asked, curious as to where this was going.

“Well.. I wasn't talking about the weather..” He trailed.

“Okay…what were you talking about?”

“Sai, non ho mai visto occhi belli come i tuoi né un sorriso così luminoso e carino come il tuo. Esci con me, forse?”

He asked and once again she had no idea what he was talking about but she still swooned over him nonetheless.

“It means..” He said with a low voice as he leaned closer to her and she leaned closer to him too.

“You know, I've never seen eyes as beautiful as yours nor a smile as bright and pretty as yours. Go out with me, maybe?” He asked with a husky voice.

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest and her knees felt like it was made of jelly as she listened to him. Sebastian f*****g Stan just asked her out?! Was this a dream?!

He continued to gaze at her expectantly as she froze in front of him.

“So.. what do you say, Y/n?” He asked again.

She blinked and willed herself to calm down.

“Of course, I would love to go out with you, Sebastian.” She finally managed to say.

“Okay. Phew. That's a relief!” He exclaimed and she laughed out loud.

“So, what's the second thing you need to tell me?” She asked as her laughter subsided and they both leaned back on their chairs.

“The second thing is..I believe I owe you something.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh? What is it that you owe me?” She asked, her heart beating so fast in her chest as she had an inkling on what he was talking about.

He looked around for a second then moved to sit on a chair next to her. He placed one hand on her waist and turned her to face him.

“I believe I still owe you a dare.” He said with a low voice, leaning even closer to her, making her feel like her heart was going to burst out of her chest.

He placed one hand on the side of her face, taking his time to stroke her cheek gently with his thumb while his gorgeous ocean blue eyes studied hers intently. Then he pulled her face closer to him and their lips finally met.

Nothing could describe what she was feeling as they kissed. No words would suffice. Incredible, amazing, great, awesome, earth shattering. Those words were an understatement of how his kiss made her feel. It was the best kiss she ever had, and it was the start of many other kisses they shared together over pizza, over comics, in between singing and rapping and even inside elevators.

When she thought she just met the love of her life yesterday, she never expected to be right. Against all odds he really was the love of her life and she was happy to be stuck with him until the day they died.

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SEBASTIAN STAN Pam & Tommy Panel Disney FYC Fest

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[sebastians-stan]

Sebastian Stan attending the Marvel panel for ‘Thunderbolts’ at D23 Expo

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[multifandom006]

Her boys

(platonic)Chris Evans x Teen!reader (platonic) Sebastian Stan x Teen! reader (platonic) Anthony Mackie x Teen!reader

A/N: reader is 16-17 and this takes place during civil war

Your POV:

Sitting between Anthony and Sebastian while listening to the fans ask questions its like sitting between over grown babies but I didn't mind.

''hi, my question is for Y/N" a fan asked causing me to look over ''yes hi'' I smiled ''what's your question'' I added and leaned forward ''who's your favourite cast mate'' the fan asked and I looked both left and right seeing Seb, Chris and Anthony look at me causing me to chuckle ''gosh that's actually a hard one, I really enjoy girl time with Lizzie and Scarlet but my favourite boys? definitely Mackie, Evans and Stan'' I said and smiled ''good answer'' Anthony said with a smug grin making Sebastian and Chris laugh.

After the panel was over Robert suggested we all go for lunch before we head off back to our hotels for the last shooting of civil war, the car ride was a mess, Anthony was making jokes making all of us hold our stomachs and cry laugh.

I posted a photo to my instagram of the three weirdos

@Y/N__: Gotta love my three goof balls @imsebastianstan @Anthonymackie @Chrisevans

I put my phone away and focused back on the group and then had Evans wrap his arm around me ''we really your favourite'' he asked ''doofus you all know that answer'' ''nah I'm secretly her favourite'' Anthony said proudly, both Sebastian and Chris looked at him ''I don't think so'' Sebastian said.

I wouldn't change these guys for the world, their my best friends and brothers.

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

the price of power - 03

pairing: mob boss!sebastian stan x wife!reader

part of handmaid | masterlist

warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI), swearing, mentions of organised crime and violence, arguments, angst, smut (18+), shower sex 

Everything was quiet on the drive back home, the noise of the metropolitan city drowning in her loud mind as her brother’s words whispered poison into her thoughts. She was sure he was just trying to get under her skin, to trap her into doing something she didn’t want to do. Her son was safe. There had never been an attack or even whispers of trying to harm him, Sebastian had always ensured her Nate was safe. She bite the inside of her lip, looking at the numbers lit up on the lift panel. Ever since the events with Gwen, she hadn’t really returned to New York, or at least Sebastian’s New York penthouse - well, she guessed it was hers as well now. There was a mix of emotions surrounding this place but it they were mostly positive. She had always felt safe here, even if he wasn’t around. 

The lift doors opened, the windows that gave view to the top of the city becoming visible. It was almost like magic, that sense of safety she got whenever she came into the home and the sight of her husband holding their son while pointing out stuff out the window only heightened it up. However, she could not deny that band around her heart got tighter as she heard the giggle of her son. He was not gonna get hurt. She couldn’t let him get hurt. 

     - We need to stay. - those words flowed out her mouth like a river against a dam. 

     - What? - Sebastian turned around, his grip growing unconsciously tighter against his son. 

     - My dad needs my help. We need to stay. 

     - No. - he took a stride towards her. - That’s not what we agreed to, Y/N. We agreed to staying in Paris where it’s safe for you and for Nate. 

     - How can you confirm that it’s safe? What’s stopping someone from breaking in and attacking us?

    - Are you insane? Your safety has never, ever been breached. I made damn sure it’s a safe place for our family. 

    - What about my dad? And my brother? They shot my dad, Sebastian. I need, I need to be here so I can help. 

    - Staying here is not gonna help anyone, Y/N. - she took a step back, her name sounding foreign coming from his lips. 

    - Daniel suggested I take over for dad ... in the interim. 

Sebastian features tightened and he shut his eyes forcefully, constrained and angered breathes leaving his lips. She stood there, still and looking up at him, waiting for him to say something, anything. 

     - That’s not what we discussed. - he sighed. She could see how he was attempting not to burst. - That’s just putting a target on your back.

     - I need to protect my dad ...

     - Yes because he’s always been so protective of you. - he interrupted her. - He just showed up in your life. 

    - He’s my only family left.

It would’ve hurt less to be shot. He’d been shot many times yet those words leaving her lips, the same lips he kissed each night with the passion and warmth of a thousand suns, had to hurt more than all those times. The truth was that he’d had nothing for so many years and now he had her and their son - those words stung more than anything else. She noticed the tiny break of his strong facade, biting her tongue immediately after.

      - You’ll be signing your own death warrant if you do that. 

      - Don’t you believe I could do it?

      - You know I think you do. You’re just not ready, you don’t know your father’s deals or associates. This is why we decided to keep away from it, at least until Nate is older.

      - I am going to do it, Sebastian. My father gave up so much to keep me safe, I have to repay the favour. - he smiled, but it didn’t carry the same weight it did whenever she looked at him. It was void, almost as an expression to keep him from slipping into old patterns or hurting her with sharp words only he could muster. That was no smile to her. 

Instead, he just handed her Nate, the young boy looking up at his mother as if he could sense something was wrong. She guessed anyone with a pair of eyes in that moment could sense it themselves, it was in complete opposition to what the past two months had been. 

       - Your father took the coward’s way out. - he looked down at his wife, with an unreadable look. - I would’ve burned the whole world down if it meant keeping you safe, but I would not let you be mistreated the way you were. But if that’s the favour you’re trying to repay, who am I to stop you?

He left and she was unable to do anything to stop him, instead staring at him, hoping he did countless things which vanished into thin air as those lift doors closed, leaving her all alone in what now felt like a darker home than before. She held in her breathe, attempting not to break down, however, after trying not to cry for a whole day combined with the lack of sleep and her husband’s words, she couldn’t help but let it down. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she bite her lip forcefully, attempting to quiet herself. Why was everything so hard? Things were supposed to have been easier now. As a child she always thought if she had parents everything would be better, so how come things were harder?

Y/N attempted to distract herself from her own emotions, rocking her son slowly while looking around the home. She hadn’t been here since, well, since Gwen’s almost wedding. Sebastian was the one who usually came to New York and stayed here when needed. She usually preferred to stay at their place in Paris with Nate or if she were to come to New York, they’d make a holiday out of it and stay at a nice hotel. Things looked the same, except for the photos on the frames which were now either of her or their son. Their wedding photo on the coffee table only had her struggle more at keeping her sobs silent. It had been such a happy day, even if it had been small, just the two of them somewhere in a little chapel in a place in France which she could no longer remember the name. She could’ve sworn on that day that all that was bad was behind them, so how come it was coming back to haunt her? She could deal with the bad nightmares as long as they were just that - nightmares, a succession of images and feelings inside her mind when asleep. This was real and this she didn’t know if she could handle. 

Finally, the sob that she had been holding in broke through her dry lips, causing her infant son to look up at her. 

     - No, no ... - she whispered, recognising the face that usually led to Nate start crying. - It’s okay. Mumma is okay, she’s just being silly. 

She didn’t like being alone, she didn’t like being apart from him and she specially didn’t like it when he was upset at her. Sebastian and her argued like any couple did but it was usually over stupid things like the dishes or clothing on the floor, it was never this. In the back of her mind she knew he was gonna come back, he always came back from her but as nighttime fell, she wondered when he would come back, or if he even wanted to come back at all. 

Looking at her son, sleeping peacefully in his crib, she decided she was done for the day. She needed a shower and she needed to go to sleep, maybe this was all a bad dream and if she went to sleep she would wake up in a much better reality. However, the hot water hitting her skin was only further proof that she was very much awake and this was a living nightmare. She stared at the tiles, very much lost in the nothingness and the colour of them until a rustling sound followed by the glass door of the shower being open having her turn around. 

    - Hey. - her heartbeat slowed down as she saw him standing in front of her.

    - You reck of whiskey. - she retorted, not exactly knowing what to say. Were they still in a fight? 

    - I know, angel. I’m sorry. - he wrapped his arms around her, the warmth of his skin against hers making her forget the bad things for a while. - I’m sorry. 

    - I’m sorry too. - she looked up from his embrace. - You do reck of alcohol, are you drunk?

    - I tried. - he confessed. - Then I realise my wife’s at home with my kid and I’m acting like a fucking idiot. I’m sorry. 

    - I really need you, Seb. I need you, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I know you hate my dad but he’s my dad, I can’t just leave him and go away like nothing happened. 

    - I know, I shouldn’t have asked that of you. I just want to make sure you and Nate are safe and I don’t know if I can do that here. 

She cupped his face, leaning her forehead against his. His fingers drew patterns on her hips, the feel of her skin bringing him comfort. She always brought him comfort, even if she was mad at him or if they had an argument.  

      - I’m sorry. - he kissed down her temple, leaving wet reminders of his kisses in a trail. 

He took a few steps forward, her back hitting the wet tiles of the shower. His lips parted as he watched the sight in front of him. There couldn’t be anyone in this world who was more alluring to him than the woman in front of him and she couldn’t want anything more than to always experience that look of lust for him. He bucked his hips against hers, his lips meeting hers in a passion filled moment as his fingers trailed against her slit. 

     - I guess there are benefits to us staying here. - he kissed under her jaw. - We’d have to spend more time together. 

     - You don’t s ... - her words got stuck in her throat as he easily slide a finger inside of her, smiling at the wetness that coated his fingers. 

     - You were saying, angel? - he smirked, putting a hand over her stomach to stop her from moving her hips into his fingers. - C’mon, I thought you were gonna say something. 

     - You’re me ... - she got once again lost in her own thoughts, moaning as he added another finger and started moving at a faster pace than before, his thumb circling her clit. - Mean.

     - Am I? - he cocked his head to the side, slowing down his pace. - Then why are you trying to fuck yourself on my fingers?

Her back arched, her hands trying to hold onto anything, but slipping down the wet tiles. She was at his mercy and she couldn’t say she didn’t enjoy it. The feeling of his long, rough fingers against her walls as he rubbed her clit was enough to have her moaning like a desperate woman. Her walls starting to tighten around his fingers, her moans quickening as she started to climb up to her high, only for it to come crashing down as he unceremoniously removed them from her. She pouted, her eyes looking at him with pooling tears at the inner corners. He took his fingers to his mouth, sinfully wrapping his tongue around them, not breaking eye contact with her. She couldn’t find it within herself to be mad at him, getting hypnotised by the way he cleaned his fingers as if he’d eaten his last meal. Smirking at her, he laid his thumb against her bottom lip, pulling it down. 

      - Maybe I am mean, angel, but you do enjoy it.

      - Not fair. - her voice was small, almost trembling. 

      - Not fair? Ok. What is fair, then? - he cocked his head to the side, eyes scanning her naked body. - What do you want, angel? 

      - I want you. 

      - No, no. - he sucked his teeth, kissing down her neck. - You have to be specific, angel. What do you want me to do?

She whined, the feeling of his lips against her skin only furthering the wetness gathered in the middle of her legs and the need to have him inside her. She attempted to grind against him, yet, the feeling of his cock against her slit did little to nothing to soothe those feelings. He grew tired of her incessant grinding, stopping her hips by holding them against the tiles of the wall.  

     - C’mon, ask me. - he said almost cruelly. - You know I’ll give it to you, angel. Just ask. 

     - Please. - she whined, propping her hand on his shoulder. - Please, fuck me. 

He smirked at her, rubbing the head of his cock between her folds, gathering her wetness and teasing her enough until he pushed himself inside of her. Her nails gripped the skin of his shoulder, one of her legs wrapping around his waist to bottom him further into her. Shuddered moans left both of them as he fully entered her. He shut his eyes forcefully, trying to gather some control before he started to move, setting a quick pace. 

     - God, you fucking feel good. - he groaned.

She was lost in cloud 9, the familiar stretch and the move he’d set along with his thumb rubbing her clit having her eyes rolling in the back of her head. All worries vanished as he laid everything on her, his grip bruising on her hip, his movements sharp and quick while his lips sucked and bite bruises which were sure to last until she began to feel herself falling apart. 

     - C’mon, angel, c’mon. - he silenced her pitched moans with messy kisses, thrusting harder into her until she fell apart. 

She continued upright mainly due to the force of his body against hers, holding her still against the tiles. Yet, he continued chasing his high until he stilled, burying his head on the crook of her shoulder as thick ropes of white painted her walls and dripped down her thighs. 

     - You did good, angel, you did good. - he whispered against her skin, laying soft kisses over the bruises and turning the shower off. 

He wrapped her in a monogramed, white fluffy towel and made his way towards the bedroom, kissing the top of her head. He wanted to cherish these moments, have them tattooed in his brain like wine stains. He knew what this world looked like and he knew that she was being offered to it like a sacrificial lamb. Yet again, that’s what he expected the Forrest family to do - they had always been cowards in his eyes. Similar to the rodents, escaping the fight and hiding only to thrive after the threat was gone. Parasites, most of them. Of course, he could never say that of her. She was too good for all of this, too good for her father and too good for him. He’d been happy to live in Paris, away from all this, just being in their little family unit. He should’ve known things never stay quiet for too long. 

     - What are you thinking about? - she leaned her hand against his cheek, her thumb caressing the rough stubble. 

     - Nothing. - he lied, forcing a smile as not to worry her. - You’re really gonna do this, huh?

     - Yeah. Are you gonna help me?

     - I’d burn down the world for you, angel. I’ll do anything. 

He just hoped what she encountered didn’t take her away from him. 

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[jessybarnes]

Unintentional Distraction

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD!!!!, SMUT, filthy shameless smut (Lord help me if Sebastian ever sees this lmao.), fluff, Sebastian’s hands (is that a warning?), some talk about Civil War but I don't think there are any spoilers, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight dom/sub, name-calling, hair pulling, biting, choking, overstimulation, explicit language, crying, teasing, and I think that's it. 

Word Count: 3,805

Beta: T. Thompson 

Title Card: Yours Truly 

A/N: This was based on yet another TikTok and the encouragement of my amazing friend @madashatters18

It was way too early for your phone to be ringing, so you couldn't be blamed for the slight irritation in your voice. It was your day off and all you wanted to do was sleep past eight in the morning. 

"Hello?" 

So much for that.

"Y/N/N? I'm sorry to wake you up, love. I need to ask you a huge favor though."

You squinted at your alarm clock, propping yourself up on your right arm. "Sara? 'S like six-thirty. What's wrong?"

She sighed and took a moment before responding. "You know that Marvel panel I was supposed to attend today?"

You groaned and sat up against your headboard, "you need me to go and film it for you, don't you?" 

Sara gave a sound of affirmation as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. "You owe me. Where is it and what time do I need to be there?"

She squealed and you were suddenly thankful you had her on speakerphone. "Thank you thank you thank you! The panel starts at noon and it's at the Hyatt Regency hotel. The one right outside of downtown." 

You hung up with her and set an alarm for nine before sliding back underneath your covers. If you were going to endure a thirty-minute long panel with a room full of people then you needed more sleep. 

Two and a half hours later you reluctantly crawled out of bed and shuffled to your bathroom. A hot shower and six outfit choices later, you finally decided to wear your black cocktail dress and a pair of red stilettos. You straightened your hair and applied some makeup before grabbing your red clutch. Checking to make sure you had your driver's license, debit card, chapstick, and cellphone, you locked up and took the elevator down to your car. 

Traffic was light and before you knew it you'd parked in the hotel's parking garage. The gentleman at the front desk gave you your credentials and a seat number, which happened to be in the middle of the front row. 

Great, I'm gonna be right in their line of sight. 

Taking your seat, you crossed one leg over the other and prepared your phone so it was ready to record. It was about ten minutes until noon and the conference room was buzzing with activity. There were four chairs spaced evenly, and a man with dark hair and glasses sat on stage right with a microphone in his hand. He smiled at the crowd and gestured to the empty chairs.

"Please welcome the directors of Captain America: Civil War, Anthony Russo, Joe Russo, and Bucky Barnes himself, Sebastian Stan!" 

Everyone in the room, including you, applauded as three other men took to the stage. The first man also had dark hair and glasses. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a beige shirt with a black vest. Next to him was another man, but this one was a bit shorter than the other one. He had salt and pepper hair and wore all black. Finally, Sebastian, who apparently played the character, Bucky Barnes, took the seat next to the host. He was tall, probably around six feet, with longish brown hair and cerulean eyes. He was also sporting all black, but his jacket was leather. 

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was gorgeous, and you silently thanked Sara for asking you to take over filming this panel. Oh, shit! That's right! Your eyes widened as you fumbled with your phone, accidentally dropping it in the process. It slid across the wood floor coming to a stop right in front of the stage.

Sebastian smiled softly, bent down to grab it, and held it out to you. If you could sink into the floor, you would.

"Th-Thank you."

He winked and your breath hitched. "No problem, darlin'." 

Things went smooth for a little while, mostly standard questions about the film itself: how the idea of Civil War came to be, the way they reversed the roles of Captain Rogers and Tony Stark, and the process of incorporating Bucky to be the center focal of the film. You noticed Sebastian’s sense of humor right away. His little jokes about Bucky's metal arm and how waiting on the Russo's is kind of like waiting for Christmas making you giggle. 

You'd never seen a Marvel movie, but you had to admit Bucky's backstory seemed quite interesting. Characters with a good dynamic and a damaged past always seemed to draw you in.

About seven minutes in, you found yourself continuously watching Sebastian’s hands. He fidgeted a lot, sure, but the fact that they were so large, and the thought of them touching you, made you squeeze your thighs together with want. God, this man was sexy without even trying. 

He'd occasionally make eye contact with you, offering you a little smile each time, and it made you think that he was aware of the effect he had on you. It wasn't until about eighteen minutes in that your previous thought became a reality. 

A woman was called on to ask a question and she directed it towards the Russo brothers. It had something to do with location, but you couldn't really be sure because it was apparent that Sebastian was teasing you.

He had to be. His ankle was draped over his left knee while his right hand rested in the crease where his leg was bent. He had his middle, ring, and pinky fingers stretched out, the tips of them tapping a staccato rhythm. The moment his index finger curled inward and moved in a come-hither motion you nearly moaned out loud. You were so focused on his movements that you didn't realize he was staring straight at you, watching you worry your bottom lip with your teeth. 

When you finally moved your eyes back to his, he was smirking deviously.

Fuck! There was no way he wasn't reading you like a book right now.

The last half of the panel continued normally for the most part. It was hard to focus on the questions, but you did recall someone asking Sebastian what he'd say to Bucky if he had a chance to talk to him before he became the Winter Soldier.

He chuckled and said, "don't worry. It's gonna be alright." Then someone else asked one of those hard-to-answer questions. It was something along the lines of what they wanted for Bucky's future. Sebastian shook his head and the whole room gasped when one of the brothers said that he didn't have one. 

The last few questions weren't directed at Sebastian, so, of course, he kept stealing glances at you. He was clearly flirting now, and it made you wonder what his plan was after this event was over.

You didn't have to wait long because the host finally announced the panel's end. Everyone clapped as the guests walked off stage and you were honestly surprised that Sebastian didn't give you any inkling that he wanted to continue your little cat and mouse game. 

Well, at least you could pair your disappointment with the bottle of rosé in your fridge. Sending the video link to Sara, you followed the crowd of people towards the exit. Before you were able to push your way out the door someone tapped you on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss?"

You turned and met the eyes of the host.

"I was told to tell you that Sebastian would like to meet you."

You blinked, "he um…he does?"

He nodded and pointed to the curtain they went behind just moments ago.

"Yeah, if you go through there and hang a right you'll come to a hallway. His green room is the second door on the left." 

You looked at him for a few seconds before slowly making your way across the room. The closer you got the more your legs shook, and by the time you were outside the door all you could hear was the loud thumping of your racing heart. You knocked lightly, picking at your nails in anticipation.

"It's open!"

His voice made you shiver as you opened the door with a shaky hand. 

The room was cozy, probably ten by ten, and was well lit. There was a table with an assortment of finger foods, soft drinks, and champagne, a flat screen TV mounted to the wall, and a coffee table surrounded by two chairs and a couch, which Sebastian was sitting on. The way he was staring at you made it hard to maintain eye contact with him. You weren't scared per se, but everything about his demeanor exuded dominance. 

"What's your name?"

It was a simple question. You shouldn't even have to think about it, considering it's been a muscle memory answer since you were a toddler. The thing was, this was not a normal situation, and right now your brain has decided that it no longer wants to participate in this conversation.

You heard him get up, his shoes making a soft sound on the floor as he stalked toward you. He was so close now, the intoxicating smell of his cologne surrounding you making you dizzy. 

"Look at me, doll."

As nervous as you were, you still did what he asked and slowly let your eyes travel up his body. Your gaze raked over his toned calves, thick thighs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and finally his insanely beautiful face.

"There's no reason to be scared. I don't bite...hard." He chuckled and watched as you played with your hands.

"I um…Y/N…"

Three words. Three little words were all you could manage and when his fingertips touched your arm it made your knees buckle a fraction.

"Jesus, you're shakin' like a leaf, sweetheart. C'mere. Come and sit with me." 

He brought you to the couch and sat down, pulling you with him.

"Would you like something to drink? There's water, Diet Coke, Sprite, and some champagne."

You looked at your lap and licked your lips. "Just um…w-water is fine, thank you."

He poured you a glass and handed it to you, watching as you sipped at the cool liquid.

"So, I couldn't help but notice the way you were lookin' at me earlier." He took the cup from you and set it on the table, his thumb and index finger tilting your chin up. "Especially my hands. You seemed…quite focused on the way I moved them." 

Your eyes were hooded, full of lust, as you nodded. "Well," his baby blues flicked down to your mouth, "I can assure you they move well in other ways too."

You whimpered and held your breath as he leaned in. "Just say the word and I'll stop, but," his thumb swiped your bottom lip, "I don't think you want me to."

Sebastian closed the distance and immediately slid his tongue against yours. The hand that wasn't cupping your cheek wandered south, grabbing underneath your left thigh. The moment you whimpered into his mouth his grip tightened possessively. 

He pulled away, staring at your kiss-swollen lips for a moment before meeting your eyes. "Can I take this off of you?"

He was obviously referring to your dress, but the reaction time of your brain was practically nonexistent so you just nodded dumbly.

"Oh, princess," he chuckled, "I can't believe how wrecked you are right now. Can't even speak and all I've done is kiss you. I'll bet," he curled a section of your hair around his finger, "you're absolutely soaked."

Your eyes fluttered closed as a shaky breath fell from your parted lips. He stood and pulled you to your feet. "Turn around, baby." 

Once your back was to him, he moved your hair to one side. "You have such pretty skin. So smooth and soft under my hands."

He planted a kiss right where your neck met your shoulder and that was the moment you finally found your voice. "...please!"

"Oh," he cooed, "there's that sweet voice. Tell me what you need, sweetheart."

Instead of answering him, you reached behind you to tug at the zipper. "Patience, Y/N," he admonished as he grabbed your wrist. "I'll give you what you want, but it's gonna be at my pace. Is that understood, doll?"

Fuck! You'd never wanted someone so bad in your entire life.

"Y-Yes…"

He leaned down right next to your ear, "yes what?"

You whined as another wave of arousal made your panties even wetter. "Yes, sir." 

"Good girl."

He slid the zipper down torturously slow, your newly exposed skin erupting in goosebumps. Sebastian made a low appreciative hum at the sight of your matching bra and panty set.

"I like this color on you, baby. Can't wait to see you in more though. I bet you'd look absolutely stunning in red."

Your mind was still trying to process the fact that he'd just insinuated there was going to be a 'next time', so you couldn't help the needy moan when he began peppering kisses between your shoulder blades.

"Mmm, that was a pretty sound," his teeth nipped at the base of your neck making you suck in a sharp breath. "Gonna have to see if I can make you do that again." 

"Sir, please… please touch me."

He smirked against your skin. "I am touchin' you, sweet girl."

Now there was no doubt in your mind. This man was trying to kill you.

"T-That's not…I need…"

He laughed softly, "I told you to be patient, honey. I'm busy admiring what I've decided is now mine."

His words made your brain short circuit and you were about to start begging for more when you felt his fingers slide the dress over your shoulders. Gravity took it to the floor leaving you almost bare to him.

"As much as I love the way lace looks on you, I have to admit it'd look even better on the floor."

Once he was done undressing you, except for your red pumps, he turned you back around to face him. 

"Beautiful," he breathed.

His kiss was bruising, possessive like he was marking his territory. His left hand trailed down over the pulse point of your neck, barely grazed your nipple, and finally came to a stop right above your clit.

"How bad do you wanna cum around my fingers, princess?"

You didn't answer right away so he got closer, his lips inches from yours. "I mean, if you don't want to then I can stop. We could watch a movie instead. How 'bout that?"

Your eyes shot open, the mere thought of him leaving you like this made your eyes fill with tears. "No! P-Please… I… I'm so… Sir, I can't… please. Just please!" 

His right hand brushed a loose tear from your cheek, "oh, baby. Shh, I was just teasing."

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Don't worry about how loud you are. Let them hear. I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good."

He swirled one thick digit around your clit pulling a loud, desperate sound from your throat. "Jesus sugar, you're fuckin' dripping. Did I do all this? You really got this wet from watching me move my fingers?"

Your left hand gripped his bicep like it was a lifeline. "Yes! Yes, fuck, please! Please make me cum! Wanna cum so bad, sir! Want you t-"

He pushed your feet apart and cut you off with another kiss. "Breathe, baby. I'll take care of you, okay?" 

Sebastian alternated between rubbing your clit to circling your entrance for a few minutes. It wasn't enough, but at least he was doing something. Finally, he shoved two of them inside you, starting a steady pace.

"Oh, fuck yesssss," you hissed and threw your head back.

"Yeah, honey? 'S that what you needed? Needed this pretty cunt stuffed full of my fingers?"

He quickly added a third one making your eyes roll back. "Oh, my god! Oh, f-fuck! More! Please I-I want more, sir!"

Sebastian took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. "You sure you can take all four, doll? I don't know if this tight little pussy can handle that much."

You dug your nails harder into the leather of his jacket, your moans now echoing throughout the room. "Fuck! Yes, just…  - oh, god - … I can take it, sir!" 

He stopped moving, his pinky rubbing along your folds until it was wet enough. There was a blunt pressure that made you squeeze your eyes shut, but soon Sebastian had four of his thick, long fingers buried inside you.

You clenched around them making him moan with you.

"Shit, honey. You love this don't ya? Love havin' me fingerfuck you like a needy little whore."

You cried out as he began moving again, the obscene sounds of how wet you were mixing with your desperate pleas for more. "Oh, god! You're gonna make m-me cum!"

Sebastian moved his hand faster, his fingers curling while he pressed his thumb against your clit. "Do it, Y/N. Drench my fuckin' hand, doll."

He scraped his teeth against the skin just below your ear and that was it. Your legs shook, his name a guttural scream as your cum coated his hand, your inner thighs, and the floor. 

He held you up, kissing you breathlessly while aftershocks of the best orgasm of your life sparked through your body.

"That was so damn hot, baby. Got me hard as a fuckin' rock watchin' you squirt all over me."

You raised a shaky hand to his chest, "please I need it… please I need you inside me so bad."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Listen to you, sugar. You sound so pretty begging for my cock. You want me to fuck that tight little hole, hm? Fill it full of my cum?" 

You couldn't take it anymore. Dropping to your knees, you undid his pants just enough to free him and wrapped your lips around the swollen head.

"Son of a-, fucking hell, Y/N!"

He moaned sinfully and it only fueled your desire to hear it again. Taking him down your throat, you looked up at him and swallowed while swirling your tongue slowly.

"Oh, my fucking god, baby! Stop, honey I don't wanna cum yet. Sweetheart, stop-stop-stop I- fuck - babydoll…"

As much as you loved seeing him a babbling mess, the need for him to stretch you open was much greater. 

"Fuck me until I can't remember who I am, sir."

He growled and pulled you to your feet. "Bend over. Hands on the wall. Now. I won't ask twice."

You didn't need to be told twice. He kicked his pants off and took off his leather jacket before coming up behind you. Sebastian grabbed one of your ass cheeks roughly and smacked it hard.

"I mean it. I want this whole hotel to hear you scream my fucking name. 'M gonna absolutely ruin you, princess."

The part of your brain in charge of forming a response was rendered useless as he snapped his hips upwards until they met the back of your thighs.

"Fuck, Sebastian!" 

He didn't give you time to adjust, his fingertips holding onto you tightly as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. It was so good, he was so good, and you were one hundred percent certain everyone in a five-block radius knew it too.

"This what you wanted, doll? My cock stretching you open? Fuck, you feel good."

He smacked your ass again, the action making your walls contract around him. "Shit! Yeah, baby. That's it, Y/N… take it. Take my fuckin' dick."

You could barely breathe, let alone think straight. His filthy words, the sounds he made, the way he was slamming into your sweet spot, it was all too much.

"G-Gonna...Oh, fuck Sebastian!" 

He gripped your hair and pulled your head back, the new angle making your vision go white. "Yeah? Gonna cum, princess? C'mon, give it to me. Soak my fuckin' cock, Y/N. Right fuckin' now!"

He held you by your throat and applied delicious pressure making your second orgasm crash into you with the force of a hurricane. A gush of slick covered him and your legs as you shook uncontrollably in his arms.

"FUCK! You're such a good fucking girl." He didn't stop, but his thrusts slowed considerably. "I know you've got one more, sweetheart." 

You whimpered. "I-It's too much… I can't… Please, sir…want you to cum."

Sebastian moved the hand that wasn't around your throat to your clit making you thrash from overstimulation. "You're gonna give me another one. I know you can do it, sugar. Can feel this pretty pussy tightening around me."

The harder he fucked you the louder you got, and when he bit your neck you swore you were going to pass out. "That's right, doll. Scream. Scream my fuckin' name. You feel like heaven, Y/N, so warm and tight. Swear you were created just for me." 

Sebastian turned your head to the side, clumsily kissing you as he sped up his movements again.

"That's it, honey. You can do it. One more. Gimme one more, baby. Oh, shit...shit, I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' fill you up! C'mon, pretty girl, let go one more time for me. Fuck, Y/N! Fuck, I'm gonna…"

He came with an animalistic grunt, the feeling of him coating your walls sending you over the edge a third time. 

Both of you were panting wetly against each other’s lips, a thin sheen of sweat covering your bodies as he pulled out of you.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ that was amazing. You did so well for me, sweetheart. You're perfect."

Words failed you. Hell, you could barely stand up, but you still gave him a blissed-out smile anyway.

"C'mere, love. Come sit and drink some water. I'll get you a blanket too."

Sebastian got you situated before putting his clothes back on. He sat next to you and pushed a few strands of sweaty hair out of your face.

"You with me, babydoll?"

Your head turned to the side, your eyes fluttering open as you looked at him. "Mmhmm. 'M sleepy."

Sebastian chuckled and unlocked his phone, "I promise you can rest soon, but for now, I need you to stay awake for me."

"Kay…," you took another drink and licked your lips. "Whatcha doin'?"

He tapped a few times on the screen before he answered you. "I just extended my hotel stay for four more nights."

You downed the rest of the glass and let it rest between you and the couch. "Why? Big plans?"

Sebastian smirked and pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. "Yeah," he breathed. "Big plans to fuck you over and over into the king-size mattress."

#j snow writes #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebstan #real person fiction #rpf

[aya-fay]

At gunpoint part II

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Captain America

Pairing: Mobster!Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader; platonic Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary:  Each of us has our own problems in lives and demons in souls. Some of us cope on our own, some of us need a little help from friends, and some of us go to a psychologist. Every problem has its own salvation, except for one – how to suppress the strongest desire to fuck your psychologist?

Warnings: smut; not protected sex. Sebastian is not really working as a psychologist. He has just taken over his Empire and needed a cover for some time. 

Status: In-progress

My Sebastian Stan's masterlist and My Main Masterlist

Part I of this series may be found here: At gunpoint part I

Five years ago.

Dr. Stan's office was a long room, all the illumination of which consisted of two windows that overlooked the courtyard of the neighboring building, which blocked all the sun's rays, preventing them from entering the office even on the clearest days, leaving the doctor's office immersed in pleasant darkness. Opposite the front door was a small marble fireplace. It was flanked by a bookcase, made of solid black oak, with large panels, decorated with intricately carved mirrors, which occupied the entire space of the walls between the front door and the table. This magnificent bookcase contained a collection of rare and valuable books, luxuriously bound in red morocco, with coats of arms on covers and spines... A collection of German classics, Latin authors, and just a few scattered volumes of the most famous contemporary psychiatrists.

Opposite the bookcase, in the wall between the windows, rose a large bookcase for papers, also of carved black oak, and there were folders of red morocco with gold letters on it. That was the exact place where a plaster figurine, about half a meter high, depicting Jung stood on the highest shelf.

On the fireplace, adorned with a medium-sized mirror, were a brushed bronze alarm clock and two brown porcelain vases. The furniture of this dark and secluded room was completed by a large Voltaire armchair upholstered in natural leather, a massive writing desk, and four high-backed low chairs of black oak, upholstered in brown cloth with long silk fringe of the same color.

The whole office is immersed in twilight; long black shadows rise from dark corners to the ceiling; it seems that someone is hiding there and looking at a bright spot above a large table. Without thinking twice, Y/N climbed with her feet into a large leather chair and, pressing her chin to her knees, carefully studied the situation, trying neither breathe nor move.

Dr. Stan who entered the office had not yet noticed her, and therefore she had a chance to examine him better: the man looked to be no more than 35, styled short dark hair and dark eyes were intensely looking for something among the shelves with books. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Sebastian was aware of her presence as well as she was of his, the moment he entered the office. Everyone had their sins.

Smirking, Y/N turned away from the doctor and stared at the magazine, continuing to watch the motionless man from under her eyelashes.

“I always wanted to know if this work with nymphomaniacs too?” Sebastian asked in a low voice, suddenly being in front of the girl, leaning towards her. The tone was partly friendly and trusting, partly tempting. In general, the usual tone of a man interested in a woman. The only difference was that you came here to fight addiction, not surrender to it.

Y/N made an effort to pull herself out of her thoughts and understand what Dr. Stan was talking about.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Sebastian nodded at the magazine in girl's hands, open on an unexpectedly revealing lingerie advertisement. All this time, immersed in her thoughts, she looked at the page, not realizing what was depicted there. And so now, having glanced over the page, she thought that she would not actually mind at all being in the place of the young model, who was tilted to the table, whose legs were spread to the side. The man in his thirties who was holding the model by her neck in place was strangely reminding her psychologist. Male model’s crouch was tightly pressed into female model’s back. The poses were a bit odd so it was probably heavily edited with Photoshop. The meaning of Sebastian's question still eluded her.

“Sir, I still don't really understand what you're talking about.” The girl mumbled noticing how man’s posture changed at the word Sir. Interesting reaction.

“You've been staring at this advertisement for almost five minutes. This indicates a certain interest. Name’s Sebastian” Sebastian smirked fully aware of his sudden non-professional interest in this girl. “Why do you think you are here?” He asked the girl finally sitting in front of her.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Well, my friend considers me to be a pervert, because I am interested in…” She looked straight into man’s storming blue eyes liking her lips “older man. Daddy issues, you know. What even kind of disease is that? ”

Sebastian chuckled, clearly understanding that if her friend knew about his desires and interests she would sue him not gave her friend for him to cure.

“I think you're right, there is no such disease, and it's quite normal, unless you like old man with bald heads.” His response took her by surprise; apparently she was waiting for a completely different turn of events.

“Would you like some tea?” He asked watching her face closely. She definitely didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want for her to leave either.

She bit her lip derisively, stood up and put her elbows on the armrests of his chair, bending closer to the man, trapping him in her presence.

The man was clenching and unclenching his fists, and the jaws on his cheekbones were trembling, and she almost laughed in his face at how comical and stupid he looked trying to conceal his desire. Suddenly he roughly squeezed her hands, pulled her closer to him so that their noses almost touched. Y/N exhaled raggedly and ran her eyes over Sebastian’s face.

“Listen, if you were not my patient and we were not restricted by ethic I would fuck you right here on the table.” He whispered through gritted teeth.

She freed one of her hands, raised it to her face and playfully bit the tip of her finger, watching with pleasure how his beautiful face was distorted with poorly controlled lust.  “How is that a problem? Sir, I am no teenager anymore and I would definitely jump your bones with pleasure.”

Furrowing his eyebrows and staring at young girl incomprehensibly, Sebastian exhaled in confusion, abruptly moved away and dug his fingers into the dark strands, pulling them away from the roots. She raised her fist to her mouth and chuckled softly at his sight, wanting to prolong this moment when such man really looks absent-minded. The only thing she didn’t take into account was the complete silence which let Sebastian hear her laughter clearly. She has already sat on the table resting her hands on it.

“So you are not worried at all?” he asks briefly turning around to face Y/N, loosening his tie, and then taking it off completely. It was much easier to control and cure others than to get hold of his own demons and emotions. With each word she said to him he could feel how impulses run through the whole body, anger that started to peak its head due to her outright impudence finally turned into complete lust and he found himself wanting to fuck this girl in the dirtiest positions.

“I just give in to this game unlike you” she seductively smiles at him, but all her bravado and playfulness disappear instantly the moment she felt a hot hand closing on her neck, and a man's knee pushing her legs apart and a heavy body literally leaning on her now. Looking up, she sees how wildly Sebastian was looking at her and she quickly came to one right conclusion that it would be better for her to keep quiet now.

Swallowing thick saliva hard, she felt his free hand squeezing her waist, pulling her closer and the only thing she could feel is how her legs are trembling in excitement.

“What a fucking tease you are, Y/N,” Sebastian leans down to her and hisses in her face. The fingers on her neck squeeze harder and pull forward, so she automatically leans in to meet the embittered face. “Unbearable, arrogant, deliciously smelling and sexy beautiful tease.”

Normal, mentally stable person would choke on such vulgar words addressed to her and would definitely feel insulted, but Y/N was not such woman. She felt desire flared up inside her as her red underwear became godlessly wet, and she frantically tried to bring her thighs together, ignoring the fact that a man was standing between them.

She only has time to notice a predatory grin on a man’s face with a blurred gaze and before she could even squeak or process what was happening, Sebastian abruptly lowered her onto the table completely while she brought her legs together on his lower back.

“So you are indeed in my game. Did you close the door?” she hoarse with not her own voice when male fingers found their way to girl’s hips and furiously tore expensive nylon tights. She put her hands on his chest, trying to push the man a bit to see the answer to her question. He nodded unable to speak and squeezed her neck harder to shift the focus to himself.

Sebastian lifts up the hem of a light dress to the waist and quickly takes off her soaked underwear. She probably should have been ashamed of such a reaction of her body, but male fingers slide between the labia, and then burst into her body, instantly picking up a frantic pace.

“Did you really think that I would endure your arrogance in front of my nose?” His hoarse voice intoxicated and clouded her mind better than any expensive alcohol, and she rolled her eyes, enjoying it. “Rejoice, Y/N, because I have taken care of the confidentiality of our rendezvous, and I will fuck you properly so the only word would be left in that pretty head of yours. Sir.”

She could feel that she was beginning to choke on her own moans, which, due to the pressure on her throat, could not escape from her mouth, and she frantically tried to inhale at least some air into her lungs, but Sebastian, apparently, decided to ignore her need to breathe.

When his rough lips covered hers with a rough kiss, while his fingers continued forward movements from the inside, pushing the walls apart and pressing on the right points, she surrendered to his hot body. She slid her hips closer to the edge of the table and hooked her hands on the man's neck, responding to Sebastian's kiss with full passion.

Drowning in the animal lust that her psychologist gave her, she did not think about the consequences of their rash sex. Yes, she definitely wanted Sebastian it was pointless to deny, but now she was coming to the conclusion that she would prefer to have him in a more romantic setting, and not when he laid her out on the table the way he wanted himself, and his long aesthetic fingers were fucking her so well that, she was going to surrender to her Sir for a long time. She knew why she was here, but she could feel unknown prick of conscience that she was here by someone’s command.   

Breaking their kiss, he moved his hand from girl’s neck to chest and squeezed it hard, pulling out a loud moan from her swollen lips. Y/N threw hr head back and completely surrendered to the sensations of fullness when Sebastian added a third finger while pressing another one on her clitoris rubbing circles. She felt the blood running through the veins, and all the nerve endings and tension that had accumulated during the whole time that she had no sex gathered in one point.

Desperately whimpering, she begged Sebastian to speed up, although it seemed that it was no longer possible to move faster, and when she felt the first weak impulse of orgasm, the feeling of the man’s fingers in her abruptly stopped, leaving a painful emptiness.

In a hurry, she opened her eyes and saw how Sebastian was taking off his pants along with boxers, taking out his cock, pumping it. Putting his member to her entrance, he ran his fingers along the labia, collecting lubricant.

“Lustful little girl, now you will carefully watch right in my eyes the whole time as I will fuck you into this table and I do not advise you to look away or roll your eyes. You will not like the punishment.”   Sebastian whispered and entered her, starting to quickly knock her into the table.

Feelings of bliss went beyond her body and soul, and the sight of how a muscular body was driven deep into her, lifted Y/N somewhere higher than heaven, and his tense hand, which squeezed her neck, did not give her any doubt that the man, towering over me, finally took off the mask he was wearing outside of this room.

Biting her lip painfully and clutching the edge of the table with her nails, she inhaled and exhaled convulsively, because Sebastian was fucking her rough, forgetting about teasing all at once. She was swallowed in such unbridled pleasure, when it seemed that she was about to be torn apart by conflicting emotions, starting with a slight pain from the touch of the bodies, ending with a sweet bliss that ran through the veins like a current, with every push of the male body into her as she surrenders to his power.

With another rough push, a quiet moan escaped her lips as she felt how her body, with every movement of the member inside, went into the bliss, and the limbs trembled. She blinked rapidly as she felt the knot in her lower abdomen rip apart, and she moaned loudly, looking into Sebastian’s eyes., finally finding her bliss. He was close as his pace was quickly speeding up. For a moment she saw admiration and satisfaction flash in his eyes, but all this quickly disappeared behind a veil of lust and desire. The moment he threw his head back and growled loudly as he came, was probably one of the most beautiful signs in her life.

“Thank you, Sir” She said in mere whisper not fully knowing what exactly to say.

 “Such a good girl I got here.” He smiled, gently and quite unexpectedly stroking her cheek and swollen lips. "So obedient."

With a satisfied grunt, he quickly pulled on his trousers and fastened his belt under her studying gaze, picked up his shirt from the floor and, looking at Y/N with satisfied eyes, quickly buttoned it.

“Get up off the floor, Y/N, and put yourself in order,” he said, sinking into his chair, taking his eyes off her stunned face. “We'll meet soon. I’ll make sure of that.”

Tagging: @thequeenofmythandmonsters

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[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Sebastian Michaelis: Hold it right there! (Shouting at the boys upon seeing they were tossing his young Master up in the air) (Volume 17)

See these panels above? Perusing Twitter, which is a bad idea as it is infested with stan following, one account highlighted the third panel as a favourite. The poster admonished that it should not be taken as Sebaciel by the way. Therefore, they, in the end, made a series of posts pinned why Yana Toboso is mot intending to go that route.

I would say I miss the days when Kuroshitsuji readers/viewers tried to make an intelligible essay/academically critiquing the manga/anime instead of outrightly cancelling Yana Toboso and applying the death of the author while she’s still alive and creating more, but I was not a part of that fandom in the early 2010s.

“Whereas the main characters’ relationship is not explicitly sexual, it is suggestively so, with the narrative providing numerous ‘eroticizable’ scenarios between Sebastian and Ciel (bath scenes, dressing scenes, cross-dressing scenes, rescues, dancing lessons, etc.). Kuroshitsuji, therefore, can be understood in the context of boys’ love manga—that is, manga that focuses on male-male romantic and erotic relationships.

“The paradox is what makes the scene work affectively. The reader needs to value the child’s innocence and to want the demon to be the champion who protects that innocence, yet we are no time allowed to forget that those are not the terms of their relationship.

“… yet, again, much of the appeal to the reader is presented in the demon’s loyal, solicitous protection of his helpless charge. Just as the wordplay of text layers ‘dog’ with ‘humble servant’ and ‘knight’ in describing the demon’s relationship to the child, so the narrative consistently demands that we acknowledge our contradictory affective investments.” ( x )

(Volume 1)

Instead I am relegated to readers of today—both under the age of 18 or who have read it when they were 14 or younger and now scandalised that they still like Kuroshitsuji—complaining how “problematic” Kuroshitsuji is because of its dark themes. Condemning Yana Toboso, accusing her of pedophilia, homophobia, and racism. Whereas shipping the main fictional characters has become political. When in the first place, 14-year-olds aren’t supposed to read nor watch it.

Every time I read a fandom discourse re a piece of media or fan creation that is deemed “problematic,” I just remember Salman Rushdie’s words:

I can walk into a bookshop and point out a number of books that I find very unattractive in what they say. But it doesn't occur to me to burn the bookshop down. If you don't like a book, read another book. If you start reading a book and you decide you don't like it, nobody is telling you to finish it.

Antis must keep his words in mind because It applies to both the media and fan creations as well. Don’t like, don’t read.

There’s a fine line between religious fundamentalism/political ideology that destroys people. A fanatic attempted to kill Rushdie for decades. And recently, one of them almost succeeded. Antis that preach moral high ground recommend fan fic writers, artists and their followers to kill themselves are hypocritical and nonsensical to be honest.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #yana toboso #ciel phantomhive #sebastian et ciel #kuroshitsuji fandom #fandom discourse #some of the antis’ reasonings reek of hypocrisy

[mrs-stans]

Sebastian Stan Marvel panel for Thunderbolts at D23 Expo Photo by (x)

#Sebastian Stan #D23 Expo #Thunderbolts #Marvel #mrs-stans

[amarriageoftrueminds]

idk how familiar you are with modern captain america comics/most recent cap stuff, but they're so bad and so endgame-like in how it just throws random ideas at a wall to see what sticks, but it just ends up covering any good ideas they manage to get with 💩 . and the newest ones just seem to resent the fact that they're writing a book with Bucky & Steve, at times it literally feels like those "not team cap friendly" fanfictions with the way they get their characters so wrong go to lengths to "prove" (thru OOC writing) that the friendship of this franchise isn't important/overrated to uplift other things in its place 🙃

Like I would love nothing more if the creative team suddenly got replaced/got their 💩 together and continued this awful plotline with Bucky & Steve genuinely being part of the same team, because for some reason marvel seems to avoid Steve & Buck fighting alongside each other like it's the worst thing ever... even though they're supposed to be BFFs??? so like my delusional hope for this 💩 to turn itself around is if we finally a long term Bucky Steve team up

and if I was in charge, I'd retcon away a lot of the Cold War OOC-ness that felt spiteful and destructive/regressive & instead add some of my own constructive retcons to enhance and progress Bucky & Steve's old canon dynamic instead of mischaracterizing it and crushing it and trying to wipe it away, something like:

And after the events of the Cold War event, Steve and Bucky join forces once again finally and have a heart to heart after being reminded of the last time they teamed up together -- Steve recalls when he first met Bucky at Camp Lehigh before being injected with the superserum, and he remembers the way Bucky protected small skinny Steve Rogers at bootcamp without even asking for anything in return. This was the foundation of Steve's trust in Bucky, how Bucky stepped up as Steve's protector and guardian angel(with a shotgun) -- And Bucky reminds Steve that he always protected him from the cold harsh realities of war and bloodshed and was the one to do the dirty work that needed to be done; Bucky got his own hands dirty to keep Steve's hands clean -- And in the wake of the events with the Outer Circle, Steve confesses to Bucky that he doesn't want Bucky to have to do that, tells him that if he needs to get his hands dirty too, then so be it, as long as they do it together. -- Steve pleads Bucky to watch his back and be his (fallen)guardian angel again, to not leave him again -- Steve opens his arms and Bucky accepts wraps and morphs* his arm around Steve like a metal wing as a protective symbol, a sign of his commitment to watch over Steve like he has always done.

.*I actually don't like the stuff these new comics did to Bucky's arm, chopping it off and adding a "freakier" "evil" one, it feels like they are doing it to (ableist-ly) dehumanize Bucky as "damaged" and "corrupted" like how marvel always loves to do to the guy imprisoned and tortured by Nazis, but if Bucky's gonna have a shapeshifting metal arm then they could at least use it to create some (positive) visual symbolism, but doing that requires an actual love for the characters which the new(ish) creatives in charge of Bucky & Steve seem to be devoid of

I don't read them (and frankly don't know why anyone who liked the characters still would) but I've seen the bad panels on twitter. And... it's the homophobia.

They must be separated and undermined and the disabled one must be demonized and made monstrous because #givecapaboyfriend trended on twitter and Sebastian Stan's contract is ending. They hired artistically bankrupt writers with no interest or investment in the characters, and no intention of bettering themselves, because those writers had those qualities. And Lady Brexit must be lionized and shoved down our throats at all cost to cover up the fact that they adapted a Nazi character, and because the actress fucked Tom Cruise and made herself seem briefly relevant and useful to have on staff again.

#comics #marvel critical #disney critical #antipeggy #antisteggy #cynthia glass #p*ggy meta #mcu critical #mcu meta #meta #stucky #steve meta #bucky meta #stucky meta

[siremasterlawrence]

Lawrence’s Puppet’s

Part 1

Chris Evans is one day away from his next project a return to a new Marvel Studios run project and he is not truly too excited about the anxiety that comes with it.

I have manage to follow follow his girlfriend to his home in to the secretly kept house as the car parks and exit out match each of her steps.

Chris holds the door open for her pulling her in to a sweet kiss, with smirk in the back of him I place a tiny mind control chip in to the back of his head.

The chip melts in to the back of neck sinking in deep under it washing through his system to flush in to his blood stream I knew that I and him.

His girlfriend reacts fast as he freezes with no effort and is totally under my control now and she attempts to make an escape.

I smirk flipping Chris completely off then open the panel of the house shutting every thing down including the doors and the lights.

Chris Evans mind is transporting into a mind enhancing computer system I have created in spite of it all.

I glee with excitement as my cell vibrates out of control alerting me to the beginning process.

Chris eyes roll back into their sockets, body slumps falling in to the wall, and drool falls

on to his cheek.

“Tsk…tsk…tsk…you can’t escape and Chris is mine now.”

“Why are you doing this to us?”

“Oh! I don’t want you”

“Wait! What?”

“Ssssshhhhhh….take a deep breath”

“Nnnnoooo….aaaahhhhh!”

“You will never remember any of this by the morning.”

“It will all but a dream”

“Just your paranoia.”

His girlfriend is in for a shock lifting a tall spray canister in her face backing her up to the wall.

The canister shook in my hand then my tiny finger pressing the tip of it letting the fog of aerosol go in to the air.

It hit his face head on she sneezes out loud soon their eyes falls deep a sleep closing as she slump on the door.

She fell forward in to my arms as I lay her on to the floor leaving her to fall in to a deep lifeless state.

I pick up both arms dragging her into the end of the hallway her body shifts out till her shadows over the cast the grounds of his home.

I take her keys out placing her in the car then snap my finger as she and the rest of the people in his life disappear forever all time.

I open my cell phone typing in my password to see type screen blow up showcasing all of the transactions.

His brain function, heart rate and more so o can be aware of his health I can’t stop my mind of lusting after him.

I hear a huge bing telling me he is ready at last inside my home Chris the puppet wakes up staring mindlessly at the wall.

“Perfect! If I have my way and I already do my dear Chris.”

“Rise from your comatose state indulge my place.”

“Walk to me my love, and forget the entirety of the world you live in.”

“Stand next to me, say good by to your world.”

“BYE!”

“Mwahahahahaha”

“Soon we will arise once more”

“You will be my main and private attraction”

“Sir Yes Sir”

Twenty hours later I walk in to pitch black room slamming the door to see a solo light raining down on Chris Evans tied to a chair.

“Wake up!”

“Snap”

“Master Lawrence “

“It’s show time”

“Sir Yes Sir”

Part 2

Sebastian Stan woke up in strange bedroom in a unfamiliar location overlooking bright blue guise of the ocean.

Panic set in racing towards the door he jolt up at the knob turning forcing him to back up to his surprise.

Captain America himself dances in the room Chris Evans in just a sexy male maids outfit showing off his skin.

He smirks grabbing his crotch then moving to him, Sebastian some how for no reason at all is sort of transfixed by the event.

Chris does a spin then with a hand and leg latches on to Sebastian shoving him to the chair.

He sits on his lap doing a lap dance throbs are hard and tense seducing him in to boiling mess.

Chris kissed him slowly exciting him up his hand hits his chest placing the device on him letting it sink.

Sebastian can no longer think one thing in that mindless fogged up brain of his is what lucky man.

Sebastian cannot feel the connection of skin wire or machine entangling with sweat and bones brainwashing him.

“Hello everyone! My name is Chris E and my Master has a show for you.”

“Sit back and relax “

“If you want a private show fork over the doe”

“Give it up for Sebastian “

“He is out for lunch at the moment “

“He will join us soon”

“Until then let’s play with his body”

“Hell! Yeah”

“One at a time”

“Master Lawrence will be proud”

“Careful don’t ruin it “

“You buy the merchandise you break”

“Look at him”

“A bitch in heat”

“Can I fuck him?”

“I want him raw”

“I’ll cook him with my cock”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

One man losses his marbles races up the staircase by passing everyone grabbing hold of him.

Yanking him up by the collar the man wraps his body over him getting hands his hand slips in to his pants.

“I’ve been waiting for you “

“I must have you”

“Cough it up “

“Or what ?”

“Pay to use “

“He is Master Lawrence property “

“Fuck that!”

“Move it”

“Fine”

“Baz sit down”

“Everyone out”

“Master! Will be displeased”

“Ummm… Master Lawrence “

“Oh! You are awake”

The end

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