chase collins

Prompt: “You’re famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be good– WAIT WHAT” AU

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Author’s Note: Just a little drabble because Valentine’s Day is nearing. Enjoy!

Originally posted by geekyyears9

“What are we watching?” You asked, waltzing into the living room with a carton of ice cream and a spoon dangling from your mouth. Your roommate patted the empty spot on the couch next to her and pointed to the television. “The S.A.G Awards?” You asked dully.

“I just want to see if Stranger Things wins any awards,” she replied. “If not, we can turn it and find something to watch on Netflix.”

“Sounds fair.” You replied, with a mouthful of ice cream.

Moments later, your jaw went slack when you heard the announcer start talking about their next guest. You could see your roommate looking at you from your peripherals, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the screen.

“I’m here with Sebastian Stan who picked up a nomination tonight for last year’s Captain America: Civil War. How are you doing tonight, Sebastian?”

“We can turn it, if you want.” Your roommate mentioned, picking up the remote from the couch and pointing it at the t.v. 

“No,” you replied. “It’s okay.”

Sebastian- or Seb, as you used to call him- gave the interviewer generic answers. He was doing good, he was happy to be there, he was excited about the nomination, and talked about his upcoming projects. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. He looked great. Older. More mature than the boy you met nearly ten years ago when you were an intern on a movie set. 

It was your first production job, and his first major role.

You shook your head, trying not to think about the time when the two of you dated briefly. After all, it had been a long time since then, and he had definitely moved on. Even if it took you a little longer, you were- for the most part- over it.

“With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, we have to ask, have you ever been in love?”  The interviewer asked with a smile.

“Oh this ought to be good.” You muttered with another bite of ice cream, trying to hide your bitterness. Your roommate snickered beside you. “I mean, he’s dated how many girls in Hollywood?”

Sebastian just smiled, “there was one,” he said. “She was an intern on the set of The Covenant, it was a long time ago. We had a falling out, went our separate ways, it happens.”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at his words. You were almost certain there were no other interns that he was involved with, and that meant that he had to be talking about you.

“The one who got away, huh?” The woman asked, Seb shrugged. “Any chance you might see her again?”

“You never know,” he replied. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this business, it’s that you never know who you might meet or run into. It’s crazy.”

“That it is. Well thank you for your time, Sebastian, and good luck tonight.”

He looked into the camera and gave a small wink before moving along to the next interviewer. Your heart was beating so rapidly that you couldn’t think straight, and wondered if what you had just heard was real. 

“Did that just-” you stopped mid-sentence, to look at your roommate who shared the same surprised look on her face.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“He was talking about-” You began again, but trailed off.

“I think so,” she answered once more. “You have to call him.”

“I am not calling him.”

“Text him then.”

“No!” You exclaimed, standing up off of the couch and making your way to the freezer to put your ice cream away. “He probably doesn’t even have the same number.”

You turned around to see your roommate with your phone and smirk on her lips. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She replied as she handed the phone out to you. Before you could take it back, she pulled it back quickly and looked at the screen. “Oh my gosh, he’s replying.”

You grabbed the phone quickly before she could read the next message, which would probably be ‘who’s this’ or ‘wrong number’. But when the message popped up on the screen, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. 

“I was hoping you’d see that.”

Of Beams and Broken Hearts

Summary: You’re a gymnast and your (sort of hot) coach…well let’s just say he hates your guts. All that changes when you make a simple error in your routine. 

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Word Count: 3,667 words

Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst, fluff at the end

Notes: IT IS VERY SAPPY I KNOW, BUT I WRITE LIKE THAT. THINGS DEVELOP FAST IN THIS STORY, I KNOW THAT TOO. THE AGE DIFFERENCE WOULD BE 2-4 YEARS. I also know nothing about gymnastics, forgive me. 

Based off: An anonymous fluffy friday™ ask on the blog @bucky-plums-barnes 

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

“Y/N! That was terrible!” A voice hollered from the other side of the gym.

You exhaled deeply, and brushed your hand across your forehead, ridding your skin of the sweat that had accumulated there.

“Do it again!”

You slowly moved to the other side of the mat and poised yourself at the start position. Taking a breath, you began running, before planting your hands onto the ground. You pushed off the mat, turning in a round off. Pressured, you moved into a high back hand spring before propelling yourself into a double back sault. You instantly knew that you underestimated your height as you spun. When you landed, your right foot hit the mat at a different time to your left foot, making you stumble a little. You stabilised yourself quickly, but your coach had already seen it.

“Not good enough, Y/N!” He yelled, walking over, with his hands on his hips firmly.

He was wearing the same outfit he wore almost everyday-red jacket, blue tracksuit, sunglasses and brown hair swooped back slightly. To be perfectly honest, you thought he looked pretty hot in that ensemble, but there was no time to think about that because he was criticising you again, loudly.

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Jefferson

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Lance

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Chase

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Make a Choice

Summary:  Your boyfriend Chase has become power hungry and you give him a choice.  His lust for power or his love for you?
Words: 2,119
Warnings:  Unprotected sex, language, fighting, and um thats it I think.
A/N:  I had a hard time with this story so I’m sorry if it’s terrible.  I tried really hard and hope that you like it! Let me know what you think. Shout out to @bucky-plums-barnes  @sebastianstancanfightme @buckysglow and @poe-also-bucky for helping me with ideas! Happy Late Halloween!

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I wanna date Bucky Barnes.
I wanna slap Chase Collins in the face then kiss him hard.
I wanna hug Blaine.
I wanna makeout with Chris Beck.
I wanna go down on Jefferson.
I wanna marry Josh.
I wanna cuddle T.J Hammond.
I wanna have a one night stand with Carter Baizen.
I wanna get drunk with Leo.
I wanna help Justin Capshaw get better.
I wanna hold hands with Jack Benjamin.
I wanna marry Sebastian Stan.
(I know I forgot some characters)

Dear Sebastian Stan

I want to thank you. Thank you for existing. Thank you for being the driving force that keeps me going every day. Thank you for putting up with trolls every day just to make your fans happy. Thank you for doing such an amazing job as an actor. Thank you for being an amazing person. Thank you for being you! 

                                          I love you forever!