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justaredheadf1fan · 2 years

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Bak-ú at it again! (I can't stop)

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Have I suffered at work today? Yes. Have I checked everything during FP3 and Quali in the F1 app so as to not miss important information before being able to actually watch all of it? Yes. Have I almost screamed in the office when seeing Charles get pole literally last minute? Also yes.

Terrible end to my shift only meant buying the Nutella jar I'm currently digging my spoon into while watching FP3 laying in bed. This could actually be paradise, I'm a simple gal (way too simple sometimes, I'm afraid).

We're back to the funny (to me) comments about bottoming during FP3 at least, but I bet it won't end there and they'll give me more material in Quali. They're making me laugh with this, how can my humor be so broken? 😂 (indeed, Lewis delivered in Quali)

Apparently Sharl hasn't listened to me and has gone off track again, he's gonna give me a heart attack. I've already forgiven him because he ended up getting pole but.... this kid, I'm serious 🤪 and the frog complaining about cars being everywhere just... Like he's not a Formula 1 driver, sport in which 20 cars don't go vroom vroom all at the same time in the very same track. Amazeballs.

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I haven't commented on it while watching FP3, but porpoising is still going strong and for what I've read, Merc is still running crappy tests on Lewis' car? Shit, stop this please and fix this tractor, I'M BEGGING YOU MERCEDES. I mean, how much of that terrible bouncing can these boys take without further consequences to their health?

I'm seeing Zhou climbing to 5th which is a happy thing right now, considering that Mick is 20th and Kevin is not much better. I know they ended up not going through to Q2, so... 🥲 Now I've seen Lace hitting the wall first and NOW losing his front wing, omg Lance... 😂

Spanish commentator and dearly behated Antonio Lobato saying in the last minutes of Q1 "I love Hamilton talking with that metaphysical voice, it looked like he was going to make a confession. The man who whispered to engineers". WTF Lobato? 😂 We know you secretly love him while you still try and show that you really hate him and prefer anyone else before him, but what the fuck were you on today?

I'm watching Q2 while having something to eat and I just saw Seb going against the wall, which I've read he did on purpose since they don't really have much choice on that corner. He's insane, your honor. And now Sharl is hitting the wall with the left rear, SOMEONE PLEASE STOP THEM. And Norris is apparently doing 180º frequently this weekend, with any luck he might do it tomorrow while taking out his friend the frog 😬

Apart from those few things I haven't seen much else worth mentioning, so now it's time for Q3 and time to watch my dear demon giving me a heart attack last minute, but now seeing it on screen.

Charlos make the same time sector after sector until the very last where Charles drifted a little too close to the wall and lost the time enough to allow Carlos to get P1. It was really sexy watching Sharl drift close to the wall on that car, honestly, even if he lost some milliseconds to Carlos.

That last lap was incredible. He gave it his all and made it perfect. This guy, I mean. And that smile, so big and so bright and so blissful when approaching the interviewer, I mean how can he be real? Such a beautiful boy, I can't stand it. He's such an angel.

I really hope he gets it tomorrow, he deserves it so much. Let's see what Sunday brings but I trust it needs to be good already.

Pretty late and I hadn't even realized, so time to go to bed otherwise I won't make it to work tomorrow.

Peace out!

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Cherry Bomb - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where your mob boyfriend will do anything to get you pregnant - including fucking you in front of his friends

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, kind of praise kink, breeding kink, mob au, daddy kink, mention of diabetes in dirty talk? I swear it makes sense, squirting,

A/N: Thank you to my love, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over for me. This is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. Hope you guys like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Baby, come here.” The sound of his voice surprised me, almost making me drop the tray of cookies I was carrying. When Sebastian told me he’d have a meeting in his office for the better part of the evening, I’d anticipated a pretty boring day by myself - hence the idea of baking to try to occupy my mind with something.

I definitely didn’t expect to be called into said meeting, and couldn’t think of a good reason why that was the case. Still, I didn’t have any reason to disobey him either. In fact, I knew it better than to do that, by now.

So my feet took me in the direction of the only room in the house I didn’t get to spend much time in: his office, my curiosity driving me as much as my eagerness to see him again. It didn’t matter it had only been a couple of hours, I was always desperate for him and his touch.

Thankfully, it seemed like he felt the same. Upon seeing my face appear on the threshold of the door, his usually mean demeanor changed to welcome an excited - if not slightly mischievous - smile, and he reached out to me, almost anxious to feel me near again.

“There you are.” Once on his lap, I relished on the sensation of feeling safe and cared for. This man, who was the cause of so many people’s nightmares and shivers, only ever meant peace and bliss to me. “Where are your manners, honey? C’mon, greet my friends like the good girl I know you are.”

Startled, I took my face out of its preferred hiding spot - the crook of Sebastian’s neck - to finally take notice of the other men in the room: Chris and Anthony, my boyfriend’s closest associates.

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to retract myself, opening up a smile that I hoped would be enough to get me to be forgiven. “It’s nice to see you guys.” The men in question chuckled, and thankfully my minor misbehavior didn’t seem to have affected the atmosphere in the room too badly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Anthony nodded towards me, his eyes glinting with something I didn’t quite understand. “We all know how you can get when Sebastian calls for you.” My face warmed up with this acknowledgment, and I fought the instinct to hide it against my boyfriend again. Meanwhile, said boyfriend just chuckled lightly, rubbing circles on my back as if he knew it eased my embarrassment somewhat.

“You know I’m just as crazy when you’re around, princess.” That did make me feel a little bit better, and the comments from the other men only helped me further.

“Crazy, possessive, insane…” Anthony counted, his head tilting from one side to another with each word that fell from his lips.

“When she’s around and when she isn’t,” Chris added. I didn’t have to look at my boyfriend to know that he was steaming as he stared his friends down - the fingers that were possessively pressing down on my hips told me as much.

“If you’re done trying to get a kick out of me…” He warned, finally turning his attention completely to me. “Baby, it’s almost time.” I glanced at the clock before realizing that he was right.

Ever since Sebastian decided he wanted to impregnate me, he’d been fucking me around the clock, paying attention to what the doctors said about fertility cycles and prime mating hours, never letting me spend more than sixty minutes without his cum deep inside of me.

“Okay…” I agreed, trying to understand what was his plan, since the other mob bosses’ stances made it pretty clear that the meeting wasn’t over and Sebastian didn’t seem to intend to call it off either.

“Then I think we better start now, huh?” His hand squeezed my thigh, just as a pang of arousal went straight to my already overflowing cunt when his words finally made sense. “Get to work, honey.”

It was an order I’d be stupid not to follow - but I didn’t want to disobey it either. With trembling fingers, I slowly unbuttoned my dress and let it pool down on the floor until I was standing in my underwear in front of my boyfriend and his closest friends, trying to unclasp my bra despite my nervousness.

But Sebastian wasn’t a patient man. Which is why I was hardly surprised when he pulled me to him again, quickly getting rid of my undergarments as he chuckled upon seeing just how damp my panties were from the mixture of both of our cums.

“Such a good little whore,” he whispered, almost to himself - but I heard it, and it prompted a new wave of wetness to flow from me. I made it a point not to look at Anthony and Chris, even though I knew they were staring at me, taking in my body with all of the bite marks and love bites that my boyfriend kept me decorated with, but as I was climbing Seb’s lap, it quickly became clear he wouldn’t allow me the blissful ignorance of his friends’ presence.

“No, no, princess,” he spoke, quickly manhandling me into turning around so I’d sit on his lap with my body turned towards the other men in the room. “Like this.” I gasped when I took in the way Anthony and Chris were looking at me, their eyes dark and lustful - I couldn’t deny that.

My entire body tingled, and I knew my wetness was now dripping from me, running down my thighs. I could feel it. I’d never been this aroused, as humiliating as it was to admit it. Absentmindedly, I started rubbing myself against the head of his member, my eyes glued on both men in front of me, but quickly, Sebastian made sure to get his way again.

“Now it’s not the time for teasing, baby.” That was all the warning he gave me as he started to pull me to sit down on his cock, the thick member stretching me even after all of the times I had it inside of me.

“She’s so wet already,” Anthony commented, eyes glinting dangerously as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully, my boyfriend took over for me, letting me focus on his cock and the way it was filling me completely.

“Yeah.” He squeezed my hip, and I could hear the pride just in that word, making me melt against him. “You’re always this way for me, aren’t you, honey?” He wasn’t wrong, so I wasn’t about to lie to him.

“Y-yes.” My fucked-out voice had all three men chuckling. Sebastian took advantage of my sitting position to pull my head back and press a kiss to my temple. I relished in it. I loved the gentle caresses he gave me whilst doing the nastiest things to my body.

“Yeah, I fucked her nice and deep already,” my boyfriend informed his friends, the tone sounding almost nonchalant, like it was no big deal. “Besides, she’s always ready for daddy to take, huh? Whenever I want to, you’re always wet for me, aren’t you, princess?”

I must have babbled some sort of agreeance, since he didn’t push me to say anything else. He had started to move me by then, forcing my hips up and down to ride his dick, and my moans took over the silence of the room.

“I bet she’s sweet as candy,” Anthony’s voice broke the tension once more. Behind me, Sebastian laughed, much to my surprise. I was used to his possessive persona, the one who couldn’t deal with anyone staring at me for too long, much less exploring my naked body with their eyes while commenting on the way I tasted.

“Oh, yeah… could make a diabetic die of pleasure between these thighs.” The comment, paired with the hand that found my clit and started rubbing, had me whining in need, already so close to cumming.

“Shit, the sounds that she makes…” That’s when Chris finally joined in on the debauchery, his hand curling over the prominent boner poorly hidden by his slacks. “And here I was, thinking she was this innocent little thing…”

I wanted to say something. I really did, anything to defend myself - even if I wasn’t really being wrongfully accused. It just felt like I should - like, for whatever reason, there was something wrong with me, if I allowed my boyfriend to do this, fuck me in front of his friends, take me for their eyes to see.

But I didn’t. Because one thing was obvious, and I’d never be able to deny it: I liked it. So when Sebastian answered, keeping the conversation going like I wasn’t even in the room, like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of me, I just kept moaning and mewling, trying my very best to keep myself from orgasming before he allowed me to.

“Oh, but she is,” my boyfriend informed his best friend, and I could feel his proud gaze settling over me once more. “She gets so shy about what I ask her to do, still. But she does it anyway, don’t you, baby? You’re the best girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

I could only nod, particularly since his arm snaked to the front of my body, easily locating my clit so he could start rubbing it. “You know you need to get off first, honey.” His tone was almost disappointed, like he was scolding me. “It helps with the conception.”

I knew that, and as much as I could feel it - the orgasm rising inside of me, threatening to take over and take me to bliss - I didn’t feel like I’d be able to stumble over that edge. Not with so much happening, so many gazes settled on me. It was too much pressure.

“C’mon, you can trust them,” Sebastian tried to convince me, his stubbled jaw rubbing against my naked back. “Show them how cute you look when you cum all over my cock.” The words made me whimper.

I wanted to, I really really wanted to. And I was so close, but I could feel it slipping away, almost out of reach - “Don’t you want to start our family, princess?” He pressed on, trying to get me to tip over the edge. “Gimme my baby, c’mon.”

And just like that, he coaxed an orgasm out of me. Wetness flooded from where we were joined - he’d always been able to make me squirt so easily, I didn’t even know I was able to do that before we got together.

I could hear Anthony’s “damn” and Chris’ “oh, shit”, but they sounded distant, almost underwater somehow. All I could focus on was the feeling of Sebastian’s fingers bruising my hips as he filled me with his cum, making me moan out loud at the warmth that took over my lower half upon feeling so stuffed.

“There ya go, baby.” I felt my boyfriend press a soft kiss on my temple, as he tucked me against his chest. “Go to sleep now, honey. I know how tired you get once I fuck you throughly.” He wasn’t wrong, I was already yawning. “You’ll stay here for the night.”

And as I felt his cock keeping me plugged, his hands caressing my back while he went back to talk to his partners about business deals, all I could think about was how happy and safe he made me feel.

Especially in front of everyone else.

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fysebastian · 5 years

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❛ chicago’s very own sebastian ramone has been spotted in new york city in an aston martin db5, welcome ! your resemblance to timothée chalamet is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty fourth birthday bash. your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re diffident , but being altruistic might help you. i guess being a pisces explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be an overflowing ashtray, sleepless nights, and a thrifted jean jacket. & ( cis male & he/him )

hi everyone, my name is bee (it’s not rly but that’s the first letter of my name so close enough) & i’m excited to be here! this is sebastian & he’s kind of a hot mess and i can’t wait for you all to meet him. i’m going to try to sum him for you below, there’s quite a few triggering topics involved and those are abuse & suicide so please be advised! that being said -- send me an im if you’d like to plot or you can add me on discord @ mercury#7589. thanks for reading!!

basics

full name: sébastien émile ramon nicknames: seb, bash birth date: february 28, 1995 occupation: actor sexuality: homosexual birth place: chicago, illinois nationality: french american height: 5′9″ weight: 151 lbs afflictions: depression, ptsd smokes/drinks/drugs: yes/yes/yes

full story

sebastian was born to a newly wed couple as their first and only son, completing their happy little family as a healthy and lively baby who always seemed to have a smile on his face. his sister followed a couple of years later, and the two were always close growing up.

his childhood was modest, but they lived comfortably. his father was a french immigrant and the breadwinner of the family whereas his mother was of american descent and a stay at home mom. he was raised catholic and attended church every sunday and said his prayers before their evening meal.

from a young age he remembers being glued to the television, to the point where his family would have to turn it off just to make him go outside. he’d memorize the lines from all his favourite movies and recite them to whomever would listen. it became very clear that he had an attraction to theatrics, and had no intention of ever taking over his father’s mechanic shop.

his dad never really humoured the thought of acting but his mom was a little more supportive of the idea and took him to his first audition when he was six years old. from then on he just kept auditioning and he had a handful of various roles from the ages of six to thirteen under his anglicised name (which is what he goes by). it was decided that his mom would home school him until the age of fourteen when sebastian decided he wanted to attend the local public high school.

sebastian was a good kid, but like most children he did rebel. he was twelve when he discovered alcohol and thirteen when he discovered boys, and both became a secret he’d try to keep from his family. the transition to public school only gave him more opportunities to get in trouble, and most weekends he’d sneak out to some party or to hang out with his friends. on week days after class he helped out at his father’s shop.

so long as he kept up with his studies and continued to attend church every sunday, his parents were fairly willing to turn a blind eye to his misdemeanors. his relationship became more and more strained the older he got, however. it became more obvious that he was resisting their upbringing and he seemed to stray further from god’s teachings every day. his family was not as happy as it appeared to be, and his father was often drunk and verbally abusive to his mother. as he became older he’d throw snide comments his way as well. he almost never attended his school plays even when he’d get the lead role in every one

sebastian dropped out of high school early when he landed the lead role in high school musical at seventeen. by eighteen he’d filmed a sequel and a third was in the works when things came to a very sudden and devastating halt upon several explicit videos and photos being released days after breaking up with a guy he’d been seeing on and off for a few months behind closed doors.

this not only brought the very public pr relationship he’d been in with his on screen love interest from the high school musical movies to an end, it also terminated his contact with disney, who claimed he was no longer a good face to represent their company. he was outed and his parents wouldn’t talk to him. he felt like he’d lost everything, so it was a really dark time for him. it was too easy for him to fall into a downward spiral when he lost most of his friends that didn’t want the bad publicity and befriended all the wrong people, who introduced him to all the wrong things.

he went on a binge, he was out every night and woke up in places he didn’t recognize with people he didn’t know. he slept with whoever would pay him attention and swallowed whatever pill was put into his mouth. it was on one of these benders that he met his ex-boyfriend. this boyfriend resembled his father in so many ways but most of all the way he’d speak to him, like he was never good enough. then he put his hands on him for the first time, and it just got worse from there.

he was a shell of who he used to be, he fell off the grid and was easily manipulated by this guy who made him think he couldn’t do any better because he wasn’t worth anything. he was isolated from everyone he knew because he was so possessive and had a terrible temper so he didn’t want anyone else to get involved. he tried to get out a few times but it never went well, and so he let it go on for two years

the first time sebastian hit headlines again was when he attempted suicide and was rushed to hospital. from there he was sent to a rehabilitation facility to receive therapy and detox. by the time he surfaced again his boyfriend had proceeded to disappear from his life, taking all of seb’s things with him and leaving him with a barren apartment to come home to.

it was from here that he started over in new york city, getting back into acting and reconnecting with his little sister who’d recently been kicked out of home after getting pregnant out of wedlock & needed a place to stay. there are times where the flashbacks and the nightmares and the negative thoughts feel like they’re suffocating him, but he’s doing a thousand times better than he was. he’s working on more healthy relationships and surrounding himself with positive people, but it’s hard because that’s not what he’s used to.

his parents have since divorced and he talks to his mom occasionally but hasn’t heard from his dad in years. he’s been making a new name for himself as of late in roles that involve drugs, mental health and most recently homosexuality (cmbyn okay)-- basically everything he was too afraid to even try before. he still parties but not nearly as much and usually not as hard. he tries to lay low on the radar, but there are times when he still gets up to no good

personality/facts

sebastian is the kind of person who needs to be with people at all times. if he’s alone that’s when he really starts getting in his head. he’ll probably show up at your place unannounced if he feels comfortable with you and if he does it probably means that he needs to get away from himself for a bit.

he’s a very touchy person so he’s always cuddling up to his friends and likes to hug and express his affection in a very physical way.

he’s generally pretty nice to everyone and gets along with most people. it’s not hard for him to make friends but he’s somehow always questioning if people really like him or if they just put up with him. he’s very insecure about this deep down.

he wears his heart on his sleeve and is a very emotional person. he cries when he’s happy and he cries when he’s sad. he’s sensitive and just wants to be loved :(

very trusting of people and will likely forgive you again and again even if you don’t deserve to be forgiven

doesn’t seem to know he’s famous and is extremely humble.

he loves to dance even though he’s not the best at it and he loves to sing as well. he also plays the piano!

he lives in oversized hoodies and jeans and sometimes baseball caps. he’s also a big fan of knitted sweaters with quirky designs on them. definitely rocks the same pair of adidas sneakers until they’re no longer wearable. also band tees

he has a thing for old cars and vintage clothes. definitely has a giant record collection and is a big fan of rock music

has a few tattoos but they’re all hidden

he’s bilingual and has been in a couple of french movies, which never really made it big in america

he’s a chain smoker; he smokes when he’s stressed, when he’s drunk, when he’s bored, etc. so he’s kind of always smoking

rarely logs into social media because he doesn’t do well with negative attention

#wealthyhq:intro #abuse tw #suicide tw

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borhapparker · 5 years

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holland’s scrubs | chapter three

a/n: here’s chapter three !

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*before meeting the new interns*

“Why is it so hard to get a good coffee around here nowadays?” Danika sighed, as Skye rolled her eyes, and mimicking her expression.

“I mean, there’s a perfectly good coffee shop a block away from the hospital. We could always just go there.”

“But they don’t make the coffee as good as it should be.” she continued her rant. “I feel strongly about this, I come from a country where their main source of income is coffee!”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go find you some coffee.” Skye sighed, as Danika smiled, knowing she had won this argument.

Wanting to change the topic, Danika walked alongside Skye to the parking lot, where a grey Audi was parked right next to a 1960 red Buick convertible. “So, are you excited to see the new interns?”

“Sure, I mean, I just hope we don’t get any needy interns this year. I could barely handle last year’s interns.” Skye sighed, making eye contact with Danika. “I really just hope you didn’t sneak into the Director’s office to look at their files.”

Danika smirked, as she kept walking. This caught Skye’s attention, who stopped walking to look at her best friend. “No, no, Danika, tell me you didn’t.”

Danika just shrugged, unlocking her Buick with a smile. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Danika!”

“What? I mean, you would’ve done the same thing.” Skye stayed quiet, as Danika only laughed. “See?”

“Alright, alright. Fine. Maybe I would’ve.” Her pace quickened, as she got into her Audi, turning on the ignition.

Before she pulled away from her parking spot, she rolled down her window, Danika doing the same. “Hey, can you at least tell me if they’re good looking?”

“I shouldn’t… but,” she paused on purpose, “yeah, they totally are.”

They shared a laugh, as both of them pulled out of the parking lot and drove off towards the nearest coffee shop, hoping they could satisfy Danika’s needs.

As Skye drove, her fingers drummed against the steering wheel, as she thought about her new interns. At the red light, she grabbed her phone and called Danika, who was right next to her. She picked up on the second ring, turning to look at Skye through the window.

“Why are you calling me when we can just roll the window down?”

“Seriously? I mean, you still wouldn’t be able to hear me through the wind and the other cars.”

“That’s true. Honestly, it’s much easier to talk when we drive our motorcycles. By the way, remind me to pick mine from the shop tomorrow night.”

“You better. I’m not bringing my Audi tomorrow, you promised we’d go to the beach after rounds anyway.”

They kept driving, talking and making sure to look out for another coffee shop. In the distance, they saw the familiar sign of the coffee shop, Danika’s favorite.

“It’s there! Finally. My system’s screaming for cafe rico.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go get your coffee before we’re late.”

Danika ended the call, as they both pulled into the parking lot in front of the coffee shop. Putting the car in park, Skye’s phone beeped, as she checked the screen.

Stan: Hey, where are you? We’re starting in 5. The interns are here already. Skye: We’re at the coffee shop, Danika wouldn’t leave until she had her coffee. Stan: Bring me a cup! Skye: Alright, alright.

“Is it Seb? Tell him I said hi!” Danika knocked on the window, startling Skye as she got out of the car, locking it.

Skye: Danika says hi. Stan: Tell her she better bring me a latte or else I’m not fixing up her bike.

“What did he say?”

Tilting the screen to her, Danika read the message before groaning and mumbling an “okay” under her breath.

Skye: We’ll be there in 10 with your latte. Stan: This is why you guys are my favorites.

“We should bring Z a tea.” Danika mentioned, arm locked with Skye’s as she led her to the line, making sure she wouldn’t bump into anyone as she texted Zendaya.

Skye: Z, any preference on tea’s this morning? Z: Nah, feelin’ in the mood for an espresso.

“We really are good co-workers.” Danika laughed, as Skye only nodded in response.

Making small talk, the line quickly shortened, as they ordered their drinks and sat down to wait for them. Each of them checking their watch, they tapped their feet to the shop’s music, before they stood up at the mention of their names.

“Order for… Danika and Skye?”

They both quickly walked over, grabbing the drinks before they ran outside to their cars, driving away to the hospital.

As soon as they parked their cars, they grabbed their coffee’s, quickly running inside and scanning their key cards before running to their changing rooms, where Sebastian and Zendaya were waiting, their scrubs in their hands.

Zendaya grabbed the coffee’s from their hands, as Sebastian helped them put their scrubs and change into their sneakers. Without missing a beat, they grabbed their respected coffees and walked towards the main entrance, together, like always.

“So, care to share why you guys are late? Again?” Z asked them both, as Danika shrugged.

“I wanted coffee, was that too much to ask for?”

“I mean, you brought us some, so I guess you are forgiven.. for now.” Sebastian smiled and laughed, as they kept walking, slowly edging closer and closer to where they would meet their new interns.

Zendaya made her way to the nurses’ desk, grabbing her case files before turning and looking at her interns. Her height was an advantage she always used, making her feel and look intimidating.

“Now, look, you will address me as Dr. Zendaya, or Dr. Z, and that’s it. Any comments, questions, concerns, will go through me first. If someone is in trouble, you page me. If someone is dying, you page me. If someone is asking you to help them, you help them. Don’t wait to page me on that one, I trust every other doctor in this hospital.” She paused, before continuing, “Maybe not Dr. Malcolm as much, but that’s for another reason. Now, do we have any questions?”

Everyone stayed quiet as Zendaya nodded, before motioning to the pagers next to her on the desk.

“Grab a pager, they’re yours.”

Everyone reached for their own, clipping it to their scrubs before following Zendaya to the E.R., where they would be working for the day.

“Alright, stay by my side and pay attention to what I do. You might be working in this E.R. when you become residents.” Without another word, Zendaya walked to a closed curtain and pulled it back, introducing herself to the patient as her interns watched.

A couple minutes later, they were onto another patient, when the doors to the E.R. opened, and in came Sam’s brothers and best friend. Sam’s eyes followed them intro a trauma room, as Zendaya quickly jogged inside, the interns following behind, but staying outside the room.

“Everything alright, Skye?”

“Yeah, we’re all good. Wait.” she paused, before Danika shook her head, and Skye unlocked the wheels to the bed.

“Okay, everyone, this patient is in trouble. Listen to Dr. Danika very closely.”

“This has to be quick people, I want to make sure this patient is still alive when I book the OR.” Sam watched the commotion, looking at the interns and both doctors as they moved quickly. “Holland!” All the boys turned, Sam included, looking at her with anticipation. She rolled her eyes and then corrected herself. “McDreamy, you’re scrubbing in, take Judy with you”

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed at the nickname, before he noticed Tom nodding, and making a comment.

‘Since when is Tom’s name McDreamy?’

They quickly exited the room, making their way to the booked O.R. before Sam did a double take.

Wait, did she just say Tom was SCRUBBING IN?

Zendaya returned to her interns, as they all looked at her with a shocked expression, before she sighed. “Let’s go, we still have an E.R. to run.”

Y/n and Tom were scrubbing their hands, getting ready to scrub in with their fellow mentors. The atmosphere was quiet, all you could hear was the running water and the sound of soap against skin. Tom sighed, looking over at Y/n before he

interrupted the silence.

“Are you nervous?”

Y/n nodded, making eye contact with Tom as they finished washing their hands, rinsing and leaving alongside Tom, hands up. The doors opened for them, as the nurses helped them put on their scrubs, and gloves, mask over their mouth.

“How do you think they’re going to do this?” Y/n asked Tom, as he looked at her before sighing and shrugging.

“I don’t know, I just hope they can save her.”

Danika and Skye were at the sinks, hands quickly scrubbing with the soap, as they watched the nurses through the window, quickly prepping the patient and making sure her IV was connected. Sighing, their eyes scanned over the O.R, eyes wandering over everybody moving, everybody working, no one staying in one place. Their eyes stopped at the two interns, Tom and Y/n. The nurses were with them, as they slipped their scrubs and gloves on their hands.

“Do you think they’re ready?” Danika asked Skye, as she moved her hands under the stream of water.

“I don’t know, I hope so.” Skye sighed, before turning to Danika with a smirk. “So, McDreamy, huh?”

Danika laughed, a smile on her face. “I don’t know, it just happened. He looks like a McDreamy anyways. What about the one on your team, uh, the one with glasses?”

“Oh, Harry?”

“Sure, yeah. We should give him a nickname.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re brothers, and brothers deserve nicknames.” Skye laughed, as Danika only shrugged, “Let’s do it. I’m gonna call him–”

“McCheeky!” Skye blurted out with a laugh as Danika smiled, nodding.

“And the dirty blonde haired one, let’s call him Golden Boy.”

They both smiled and nodded, before raising their hands together and exiting the scrubbing room. The nurses immediately slipped on their scrubs and gloves, before slipping a mask over their mouths.

Skye sighed, smiling under her mask before looking around at the nurses. “It’s a beautiful day to save lives.”

A nurse quickly passed Danika a blade, as she made the first incision, opening the chest and exposing the ribs and lungs. Skye worked alongside her, as Tom and Y/n suctioned when they needed it, always making sure their hands weren’t in the way of the doctors working.

As they revealed the patient’s chest cavity, Skye and Danika noticed 4 ribs broken, as they worked around, checking any vital organs for injuries.

“Wait, stop.” Skye quickly said, as Danika looked up at her, before she gasped. “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Look at the heart.”

Danika looked down, obtaining suction from Y/n before she noticed it.

A puncture.

“Damn it. We need to work quickly, people. Our patient is at risk. We have four minutes to save her.”

Tom and Y/n had never seen anything like this, as they looked at each other before looking at Skye and Danika.

“What do we do?”

Both doctors looked up at the same time, wearing similar face and expressions.

“We fix this. Now.”

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On Set // Part 2

Chris Evans x reader

Multi-part series following the reader’s life on the set of the latest Avengers film

Part 2

Words: 1,504

Warnings: mentions of gaslighting, mentions of emotional abuse, swearing

Massive shout out to @dsakita for being a real-life superhuman, a newfound friend and an amazing person; she helped me edit this chapter so it’s only readable because of her so go check her out

Part 1 // Masterlist

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“Cat got your tongue, b?” Why couldn’t I have dated anyone else on the planet, literally anyone else? Before you could respond though, Scarlett grabbed your arm and dragged you off, presumably to ask what was going on.

“What happened with him? You’ve never mentioned a fiancé, so something happened.” Is she actually an assassin in real life?

“Generic shit you hear from anyone who dated a narcissistic white boy.” Oh, that look isn’t good.

“Elaborate.”

“Everything was perfect. He was nice, supportive, all that jazz, but that was when I was at uni. He was already working and I’ve mentioned to everyone before how much I struggled at uni. When I graduated, got a job and started to really succeed, things changed.” It was so obvious looking back on everything. “Things got a little messy, he couldn’t handle me being successful and not relying on him for support and motivation.”

“He gaslighted you? Emotional abuse?”

“I don’t think I can truly say he abused me, because it just wasn’t that bad compared to other people I know, people who are truly survivors. But when I became aware of what he was doing; making me think I was useless at my job – a job that required people to rely on me – thinking I wasn’t physically fit enough, not good enough for my rugby team, not eating well enough, not stable enough mentally – not a thing to say to an extremely anxious person! When I realised what he was doing, I noticed it only happened when I was having good days; when I struggled he was so much more affectionate. Honestly, I think the reason I can’t call it abuse is because he never really knew what he was doing, I think he didn’t anyway. Anyway, I noticed, we had an argument that rivalled the war of the roses, minus the deaths and armies, and I left.” It felt good to say all that to someone other than a therapist.

“The severity doesn’t impact the validity, Y/N. What you experienced must have hurt and that pain is valid. How is it seeing him then?” Girls... Wow. How amazing are they?!

“Odd. I’ve done enough therapy since I auditioned for this role that I have pretty much forgiven him. I am at peace and I know what I’m worth. I’m not scared of him but it’s definitely a little uncomfortable. Though it’s odd having people I knew before watch me act. I barely remembered he was here when I was messing around with Seb and Chris.” Why is she smirking? Soon the smirk changed to confusion.

“What happened with him just now? Why is Chris so pissed off?” You swooned internally at how sweet and kind it was for him to stick up for you. You relayed what had happened to Scarlett. She smirked again. What is she scheming?

“We don’t have to but this just popped into my head. What do you say to us having them as extras for some other scenes so you can show off how much better your life is a) than his generally because we have one of the most privileged jobs out there – think how much we get to see and do, and b) how much better it is without him in it.”

“As long as I’m not left alone with him, I could probably manage that.” Forgiveness. We managed that. Socialising is the next step. We can do this.

“Of course hun, say the word and he’s gone. As soon as it’s too much, he’s gone. This is all about you.” So much love.

Wandering back to the boys, it seems Seb was glaring at Dave and Robert had moved Chris back, talking him down a bit. Chris was visibly tense and pissed off. You and Scarlett meandered through the crowd of people, you stopped, letting Scarlett go right to the front of the group, staring the boys down. Dave was flanked by two of his work buddies you quite liked before.

“You’ll do,” Scarlett said after a little pause, staring at the boys. “Since you’re so intent on getting more than a, what were the words used again Chris?” Chris seemed to have an inkling of what was going on.

“A pay attention and a strip show, I seem to remember,” He replied sarcastically.

“Ah yes.” Scarlett continued. “‘A pay attention and a strip show’. Why don’t you stay on for a couple more scenes? I’m sure we always need more extras. How does a couple extra days work sound boys?” She really turned on the charm at the end; she was definitely going to get her own way.

I think Dave might have thought flirting with your friend was going to piss you off, and had it been another time, you would have felt insecure. However, now it was just funny. He looked you dead in the eyes before turning with a smirk to Scarlett and replied with a sickly

“Sure thing, sweetie.” Almost instantly Scarlett began walking to towards the directors to put her plan into motion.

Passing you she fake gagged and joked. “God, you really dated that?” You just chuckled at her response to the whole situation. It made you feel a lot better about everything knowing how much everyone had your back.

Chris came over and put a hand on your back to check in, although he ended up pulling you round into him, his arm basically around your waist and your hand up on his chest to steady yourself.

“You okay? I know Scarlett’s got this big scheme, but we can just toss him out if you’d prefer?” You gave his arm a squeeze to show you appreciated the gesture and gave him a smile.

“I’m honestly so much better already. Anyway, who doesn’t want to show their glow up to an ex, I mean look at me now.” You winked at Chris before stepping back and doing a little twirl. Everything must have been fine for the banter and flirting to still be there. Chris leaned back and pretended to really look you up and down and think about how you look.

“Yup, definitely worth showing off” Chris nodded before winking back at you.

“C’mon lets get some food while we have a break you dork,” you laughed back at him, linking an arm through his as you wandered over to the break room area.

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You were relaxing, reading through some more of your script when Tom jumped over the back of the sofa and plopped down next to you.

“Jesus Holland, are you trying to kill me today?” You exclaimed, clutching your chest trying to will your heart to chill out. “Nice use of the emergency call earlier by the way, really appreciated that” you stated sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Always.” He drawled – ever so dramatic. The two of you had become quite familial since hanging out on set, watching everyone else’s scenes and chilling in the evenings. He was the brother you never had. “So I used that because Seb looked pissed and Chis looked murderous – in my defence, I didn’t know it was because your ex was in town. Speaking of which we need to talk.” You really didn’t want to explain it all again today.

“Tom, I’m sorry but can we do explana-”

“I don’t care about that right now, you can talk to me about that whenever you’re comfortable to. I trust Scarlett’s handling that whole situation.” He cut you off, though not in a rude way, though it left you wondering what he wanted to talk about. “I want to talk about Chris. Specifically, you and him.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Flirting on set is normal, I get that. Our main casts living arrangements currently are not.” You were all being put up in a big country home – not like a traditional National Trust country Home, but like a big-ish house a little out towards the countryside – as a way of allowing more switch off from the public. “It’s not a continuation of set banter usually, so why are you two flirting quite so much when we’re at the house?”

“We aren’t?” At least you didn’t think so.

“Bullshit, I can feel the sexual tension.”

“You might wanna see a doctor about that..”

“Y/N!”

“What, I can’t feel this so-called ‘sexual tension’, you might have an issue!”

“Okay! Fine! Deny the flirting outside of the set, but you two flirt with each other more than any other actors and I stand by that! Also, how do you explain that little arm around thingy you two had going on earlier? I saw that.”

“Tom, that was concern! Not romance.” You defended

“Whatever you say, bean, I gotta get to hair and makeup. Just think about why your ex turning up made him so angry.” And with like that, Tom walked off again, leaving you with your thoughts on how you and Chris interact. Like earlier, he was just looking out for you, right?

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Part 3

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