henry james rogers


Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1296

Requests:  I know it’s not original but could you write a Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan story where the reader works on avengers set with them. Don’t have any specific ideas where I want it to go, so up to you. Thanks xx


Hi! Can you please do a Sebs one where youre part of the Marvel cast and hes crushing on you but nervous to ask you out so the cast teases him about and then at some promo party he gets jealous when he sees you talking to Henry Cavill so he acts kind of mean to you but he finally ask you out? Sorry its so long lol. Thanks!!


A/N: so obsessed with Say Amen by Panic! At The Disco.

English is not my native language, but I try to do my best when it comes to grammar. The spelling mistakes just happen because I tend to write too fast on the keyboard.

Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters

He was a thirty five year old man and felt like a teenager again. On the set for the Avengers, Sebastian’s behavior towards his co-worker Y/N Y/L/N was like the one of a seventeen year old boy around his high school crush. The romanian felt so stupid for the unexpected blushing and the constant adoration for the actress.

His interest for Y/N was something that everyone on set had noticed, but somehow Y/N seemed oblivious to it; not seeing the effect she had on the blue eyed man. She was able to make him melt with just a look; and oh boy when she smiled , that beautiful stunning smile. Sebastian often thought that her smile was the cure for all the wrong in the world. Of course that piece of mind and other much similar , the way he looked at her like she was the answer to all the questions he had about life and lots of other actions - all in the name of his love Y/N- : were the kind of things that gave anyone the clue that he was - at a way too fast speed- falling in love with her, which caused teasing on him for a daily basis from the cast.

Her head turned to yet another one of the cameras, her name coming from multiple pairs of lips at the same time all wanting the same thing: her attention. An effortless smile was crossing her features, giving every soul on the place the belief that she was more than happy to have tons of flashes shooting at her.

Y/N’s name came once again from another person, but this time it did not come as a yell or distant: it was sweet and familiar. She moved her look towards the owner of the voice, finding no other than Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan walking towards her. She smiled widely, rushing to hug her two co-workers.

“ Chris, Sebastian! I’m so glad you are here. I literally know no one here, I don’t know what I would have done without you!” She confessed biting her lower lip. Both men rested their eyes on her, both as glad as her to be there together. Well…the romanian even more glad.

“ I’m sure you would have been just fine, Y/N.” Chris said, briefly taking a glimpse at Sebastian, who’s  eyes had already that  brightness, the one of a person in love.

“Bff, not at all, I’m a nervous wreck.” The three of them were in their own bubble, as if all the screaming and people around them weren’t there anymore: just three friends having a conversation. 

Sebastian had the urge to confess to her all the feelings he had; how he had fallen madly in love with her over the weeks of the filming; how bad he had desired every since he had meet her to connect his lips with her; hold her in his arms and never let go. But the words coming out of his mouth were different from the ones swimming in his mind.

“You look great.” He was able to make out. 

Y/N smiled, answering with a thank you and giving the two men another hug before her publicist dragged her away.

Sebastian let all the air he had in his lungs out, his nervousness fading away.

“You look great?” Chris stared at Sebastian with a frowned expression, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Dude, you really are a mess around her.” He joked, earning a deadly glare from the romanian.

“I know.” He said dryly, adjusting the tie around his neck.

The party was crowded, but at least no cameras were allowed. Both men were together at the bar, trying to make out the words of  each other over the music while the alcohol invaded their system. 

“Seb, look.” Chris pointed behind the brown haired man. 

Sebastian followed the direction of his finger, at the end of it was Y/N laughing, he took a better glimpse of who was the one making her laugh: no other than Henry Cavill.  The Superman actor was whispering in her ear- like everyone in that place that wanted to actually have a conversation with someone-, her hand was resting on the man’s bicep. It was not a sexual gesture, she did it unintentionally; but Sebastian was seeing the action as if someone had lighted the place on fire. Actually, he was on fire, the jealousy consuming his insides.

“I think you should go there and talk to her, because it looks like Superman over there is no longer interested in Lois Lane.” Sebastian grunted, finishing the liquid in his glass and heading towards them. Maybe it was the intoxicating liquid that was giving him the courage to finally go and talk to her properly.

Chris watched Sebastian’s firm walk proudly, really hoping for his friend to come clean with his feelings for Y/N.

Sebastian approached them, resting his hand on the small of Y/N’s back. She jumped a little at the contact. Her eyes flew from Henry to her co-worker, smiling when she realized who it was. Sebastian looked briefly at her with kind eyes, and then directed an intense stare to Henry, making the british uncomfortable.

“Can you please come outside with me? I need to talk to you.” The romanian whispered softly against her ear. She nodded in response, looking back at Henry.

“I have to go, but it was a pleasure meeting you.” She told him with a smile, the man returned the smile and let the  MCU actors leave.

Sebastian interviewed his hand with hers, walking ahead of her, making room for them to get out of the crowed place. She looked down at their connection, secretly smiling at the sight of it. The cold air hit her skin, but it was a relief from the heat of the inside.

“What is it Sebastian?” Y/N stared at him with intriguing eyes. 

Sebastian stood in front of her, thinking of the words that would come out of his mouth. But he managed to deliver just mumbling and shuttering. His hands flew to his face, rubbing it with desperation, realizing that he clearly didn’t think things through. “Are you okay?” She asked concerned, reaching her arm out to rest it on his.

The blue eyed man closed his eyes, taking a deep breath processing what he was going to do. He opened his eyes, calmly looking down at her and took the courage to do what he should have done a long time ago. Sebastian moved closer to her, leaning in into her frame, and in a matter of seconds his lips were moving in sync with hers. Wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her as close as possible to his body. 

Her hands made their way to the back of his head, playing with the hair there. Y/N could feel the heat increasing in her veins making her blood boil for him. Much to her disapproval she needed air, breaking the connection between their lips. She bit her lower lip, hiding her face in the crook of Sebastian’s neck. The romanian hold her tight against his frame.

“So… this is what you wanted to tell me.” She whispered against his skin, tracing with her finger the outline of his sharp jaw.

“This is going to sound so cheesy but,” Sebastian licked his lips before he continued “ when you can’t speak with words do it with actions.” Y/N connected her eyes with his baby blues. “And God, I’m so speechless when I’m around you, you make my heart jump in excitement ever time I’m around you.” He confessed waiting for her to say something.

Y/N caressed his cheek, resting another kiss on his mouth.

“ You should know one thing Sebastian, the feelings are reciprocal.” She whispered against his soft lips, earning a smile full of happiness from her co-worker.


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anonymous asked:

What are some of your favorite Old Hollywood scandals?

Oh gosh, don’t even get me started! There are some really sad ones around, but most of these will be about sex. There’s a really good post somewhere with a ton of really juicy tidbits, I wish I could find it but I don’t remeber what I tagged it as. Most of these are from that! Anyway, here are a couple, I’m putting them under a cut because they’re kinda crude. I don’t know how true these are and I don’t know if they’re all “scandals” because most of them weren’t known to the public at the time, but here are some things that I have picked up over the years:

Thank you for this! I could go on and on and on if you like especially about the gays!

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I dreamed this last night and woke up with my heart hurting, so uh… here’s some fic for you?
Pure spec and completely not how s7 is going to go at all.

There’s a girl at the door.

Henry pauses at the foot of the stairs, keeping his grip tight on Lucy’s hand; strange that two weeks ago he had no idea she even existed, but now she’s the most precious thing in his life; he’d do anything to keep her happy and safe.

This must have been what Mom felt like after he found her all those years ago.

The girl is tracing the letters on Killian’s door, light glinting off the jewels in the small braids woven through her long, curling blonde hair. When she turns, hearing Henry’s footsteps on the stairs of the porch, he can see she can’t be old enough to have driven here; maybe fourteen or fifteen? Old enough to be out without supervision, but young enough that Henry doesn’t like the thought of her out alone.

More new feelings awakened by fatherhood.

“Henry?” the girl asks, peering at him curiously.

He looks at her skeptically. Something about her red jacket looks familiar, and the cautiously hopeful look in her blue eyes, but he can’t place it. When he tries to pin it down, the memory slips away like an eel. “Please don’t tell me you’re also my daughter, you look too old for that.”

She grins and that also looks maddeningly familiar. Lucy drops Henry’s hand and shoves him forward, making him stumble. “No, she’s your sister.”

Henry’s jaw drops, old, buried memories of Mom’s pregnancy and a blonde toddler rushing back. No wonder he hadn’t been able to place her, he hasn’t seen her since… well, since before he met Ella. “Cassie?”

Her mouth sets in a line. “CJ,” she states firmly. “It’s been a long time, big brother.”

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Some muted layering here for spring days out and about London Town

Jumper - J.Crew
T-shirt - Rag & Bone
Jeans - Nudie
Shoes - Carlo Pazolini
Sunglasses - Tom Ford
Scarf - Ermenegildo Zegna