if only there had been press on the other side to see seb properly

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Imagine you and Chris spending the day with your best friends.

A/N: Part 3A and man, I cried a lot. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2)

Every single meeting you attended was a huge success, with each meeting came a better offer. But of course, you ended up with Sony Pictures because you were loyal and grateful to those who showed interest before you had a proper agent. Chris was offered the job to direct, and while it would’ve been a dream come true for the both of you to work together- he declined. It wasn’t a straight ‘no’, the two of you spent a few days discussing it first. The discussion started amongst yourselves, then moved on to Ava and Sebastian, then your parents and siblings. With you working and the baby on his way, it was going to be difficult if the both of you were needed on the set. At least now, if you had to be at work then Chris could stay home. He didn’t choose to go on a career hiatus to be with his arriving newborn only to dive right back in with the first offer he was given, even if it was an amazing one. So he declined with great faith that you’d work together on another project when Jack was much older, one that would hopefully win the both of you an Oscar.

Today you were spending the day with Sebastian while Chris spent the day with Ava. They’d flown in from New York to come do some wedding stuff as you couldn’t fly over. You felt terrible for inconveniencing the bride and groom, but they assured you they already had plans to come over. Sebastian had a shoot, and Ava had gotten a few things from Los Angeles for the wedding as well as her baby. There was a stroller that they wanted and the only one left was in a shop in Los Angeles which you and Sebastian were going to pick up while Chris took Ava to the bridal shop ‘All Things White’ to pick up the heels she ordered forgetting to change the pick up location from Los Angeles to New York. You’d only swapped partners for the day as you wanted to go to the baby store for what felt like the first time since you found out you were pregnant, and Chris had an errand to run in Beverly Hills. You all figured it was easier that way and you could meet up later for dinner at the steakhouse you all loved going to when you were all in Los Angeles at the same time.

Sebastian went to speak to the retailer as soon as the two of you arrived at the store, and you wandered over to the boys clothing section. You ran your hand along the rack, fingers feeling the soft cotton material of all the onesies you’d passed. Everything was so cute, yet you couldn’t bring a smile to your face. All you could think about was how busy you’d been and how busy you were going to be. You found yourself wondering if you were going to have time for any baby related things, like baby class and first outings. Were you going to be there to see Jack’s first smile, or hear his first laugh? Would you be able to rock him to sleep, or would you arrive home too tired to even bother? Would he realize you were his mom if all he saw were Chris and Dodger? You’d been tormented with all these thoughts since you started focusing on being a screen writer and your best friend’s maid of honor. It didn’t help that you hadn’t been sleeping or eating properly the last few days. You tried for the baby’s sake, but you couldn’t; your back ached and your stomach just wouldn’t hold food down.

“That is adorable,” Sebastian’s voice pulled you away from your angst. “Can you imagine, Y/N?” He reached over your shoulder for the Winnie the Pooh, and Tigger onesies sitting side by side on the rack. “Our boys wearing these, that would make for such a cute photo.” You nodded with a forced smile; you’d much rather have Chris around while you were on the verge of breaking down, but you were glad you had Sebastian. “Hey,” Sebastian’s eyes narrowed slightly when you turned around and he saw how pale your face was. “Are you okay?” He wrapped his hand around your elbow, preparing to catch you if you fainted.

“I’m fine,” you swallowed then took deep breathes. “I’m um-” You felt your eyes water and you forced a chuckle from your throat to prevent yourself from crying. “Did you get the stroller in red?” You asked him, trying to pull your arm from his grip. “Ava said it had to be in red so…” You trailed off, feeling breathless.

“Okay,” he started to lead you over to a chair, “you need to sit down.”

“No, I don’t need to sit down,” you yanked your arm from his grip and he turned around. “I need to go to the hospital.” You placed a hand on your belly, starting to cry. “I need to go to the hospital now, Seb.” You told him and he frowned in confusion. “Something’s wrong, something’s wrong with Jack. I can feel it, he’s hurt. Jack’s hurt,” you started to sob, attracting attention from other patrons. Sebastian quickly hugged you, shielding you from those who recognized the two of you and had started taking photos. “I hurt him.”

“Let’s go to the hospital, okay?” He obliged even though he knew nothing was wrong and that you were just stressed, he also made note to tell Ava to pass on some of your wedding responsibilities to her other bridesmaids so you wouldn’t be so overwhelmed. “Keep your head down, Y/N.” He told you and frowned at those with camera phones, questioning how people could be so heartless. There were a few, pregnant moms too, that looked genuinely concerned which was kind of nice. “Let’s go to the hospital.” He wrapped an arm around you, taking you to the car.


• • • • • • • •

When Chris got the call from Sebastian and heard you were at the hospital, he was on his way back to ‘All Things White’ to pick Ava up. But upon picking up the call where Sebastian said, “she asked me to take her here. She was fine and then she started freaking out saying she hurt the baby, that she thinks the baby’s hurt and- I don’t know, man. She’s with Dr. McCullough at the moment, you need to come to the hospital right now.” He called Ava telling her he needed to go to the hospital and Sebastian was coming to pick her up instead. She freaked, of course, urging him to go and to call when he knew what had happened to you.

You sat in the examination room with your gynecologist, Dr. Amanda McCullough, tracing your baby’s shape on the sonogram with your finger. You had calmed down slightly after she told you the baby was fine, but that didn’t stop the horrible feeling sitting in your stomach and at the back of your throat. Dr. McCullough could tell you were still uneasy, and it was understandable because you were only twenty-two. She’d been with the two of you since the start of your pregnancy, so she knew what you were like. She also knew you hadn’t had a lot of time to prepare yourself for the pregnancy or the idea of becoming a mom, unlike Chris who’d had decades; he’d been wanting this for as long as he could remember, whereas you’d just come to terms with the idea of having children. If you didn’t end up with Chris, you probably wouldn’t have.

“Sweetheart, the baby’s fine,” Dr. McCullough assured you with a kind smile. “You are perfectly healthy, as is your baby.” She took your hand in hers and gave it a light squeeze. “You are very young and very fit, the chances of anything going wrong in your pregnancy are zero to none. Trust me, everything is going to be okay.”

“But I’m not sleeping or eating properly,” you argued.

“It’s fairly normal at this stage for you to have trouble sleeping because of your back pains,” she informed you. “As for the nausea, you’re not the first pregnant lady to come in here at twenty-six weeks complaining about throwing up after eating. Your baby is taking up a fair amount of space in your stomach which is why you’re not holding down foods as well as you used to. You just need to eat small amounts throughout the day, rather than a big meal.”

“Dr. McCullough, sorry to disturb.” One of the nurses poked her head in the door and you both turned to her. “Her husband is here.” She told Dr. McCullough and you let out a sigh of relief. “I’ll let him in?” Dr. McCullough nodded and the nurse opened the door, gesturing Chris inside. “Just in here, Mr. Evans.”

“Baby, hey.” He rushed towards you and hugged you tightly, pressing your head against his chest. Dr. McCullough patted your knee and made her way outside to give the two of you some alone time. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” That sentence made you break down again; your body trembled in his arms as you sobbed, hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. “Sweetheart, hey. Oh God, you’re shaking.” He tightened his arms around you. “It’s okay, you’re fine and the baby’s fine. You’re both fine, right?” He asked, pulling away to take your face in his hands; you nodded, sniffling. “What happened, Y/N? What’s got you so worried? Why did you think you hurt the baby?”

“I’ve b-been so p-pre-o-occupied with work, C-Chris,” you choked out and he sighed, transferring his touch from your face to your hands as he sat down on Dr. McCullough’s chair. “I’m n-not sleeping properly, I’m not e-eating prop-properly.” You tried to stop your voice from shaking, but you couldn’t. “W-what i-if my pursuit for s-success i-is h-hurting the b-baby? What if I-I’m not m-meant t-to be a m-mom? What i-if I-I c-can’t do this? Wh-what if I-I-I don’t know how to be a m-mom? I’ve b-barely had ti-time for J-Jack a-and he’s in-inside me.”

“Stop,” he squeezed your hands with furrowed brows. “You’re going to stop talking and you’re going to focus on getting your breathing back to normal, okay?” He instructed and you nodded, slowly trying to catch your breath to stop the shakes in your voice. “And while you do that you’re going to listen to me, okay?” You nodded again. “Because I am real sick of you thinking you’re doing wrong by Jack when you’re not.” A fresh set of tears escaped your tear ducts. “Yes, you haven’t had a lot of time but that doesn’t make you a bad mom. Things are chaotic at the moment because he was a surprise, we both know this wasn’t how we were meant to experience our first child. You were meant to accomplish what you wanted to before we settled and now it’s being pushed forward so of course we’re a little lost.”

“You’re not lost at all.”

“That’s because I’m thirty eight, sweetheart,” he chuckled softly. “I’ve done majority of what I wanted to and I’ve been waiting to be a dad for years and years now. It’s new for me too, but it’s something I’ve wrapped my head around. You haven’t, but that is okay because you will. But until then, you just need to cut yourself some slack. Things will come together, I promise. Once the wedding is over and you hand off your script to the director, things will slow down and you’ll be fine.” You sniffled, pulling a hand from his to wipe your tears. “You are going to make a great mom.” He assured you and you wanted to start crying again.

“How do you know?”

“I know from the way you take care of everyone around you,” he answered. “Look at how you’re handling things for Ava and Sebastian. Look at how you take care of your family, and my family, and Dodger? I mean-” he squeezed your hand, “look at how you take care of me. I’m the biggest kid you know, right?” You managed a light laugh. “You’re going to be fine because you really are stronger than I know I’ll ever be, than you know you’ll ever be. And hey, you’ve got me to take care of you too 'cause we’re a team,” he kissed the back of your hand. “And we’re going to nail parenthood in the ass.”

“I love you,” you squeezed his hand.

“I love you too,” he got to his feet to kiss your forehead.

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Part 3B

Insecure (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Originally posted by negerswager

Prompt: Heyy! Idk if you only write Bucky imagines but if not, could you write a Seb Stan imagine in which he is sad and insecure about something (you can chose) and Y/n comforts and helps him, please? Just a bunch of fluff :) I love your writing!!!

Word Count: 1018 words 

A/N: Even guys get insecure sometimes. I bet Seb does too- but we still love him. Thanks to @littlethin-gs for the prompt! Keep sending them in. 

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Te Iubesc

pairing: sebastian x reader

warnings: none, just some fluff

summary: In which Sebastian springs a new, romantic Romanian phrase on you.

Originally posted by suicidessquad

Your name: submit What is this?

“I think that’s enough Romanian for today, Seb,” Your words turn into a yawn at the end, making your boyfriend laugh. He wraps an arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck.

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Are You Jealous? (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Summary: Finally, Sebastian starts taking the steps towards make your relationship public. But when he takes you as his plus one to a charity event, you don’t get the attention (at first) you wanted. Which was all of his. The whole time. Maybe you were selfish, but…

Word Count: 800 

Warning(s): none

A/N: this is definitely not my best. i need to stay away from this pov style :(( thats why it is so short and i am sorry

Prompt: #10 with Sebastian x reader, please? Also, do you think we can send more than one request per person? Those are some great prompts! -nuvoleincielo


In a way, you were glad that Sebastian had picked you as his plus one for this charity event.

In another, you couldn’t be more frustrated with him.

You sat away from the crowd and fussed with a loose string on your classy black cocktail dress, watching as people poured over Sebastian; everyone wanted a word, everyone wanted a picture. And sure, it was understandable given the amount he had dedicated to helping out, but admittedly, you were selfish. You two hadn’t gone public yet, especially when his last relationship had yet to be publicly confirmed as over, but since you knew that this was the first step of many into getting to that point, you desperately wanted his attention all to yourself.

Especially when most of the people that were crowding your boyfriend were little girls and boys who kept tugging at his sleeve and asking how he made the metal look like skin.

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Imagine sitting next to Chris on a flight to New York.

You slung your bag over your shoulder as you strolled through the air-bridge along with your fellow passengers headed for New York City. You were finally headed home after spending the last two weeks in and around Rome; it was meant to be a holiday but somehow you let work get in your way. You were a huge fan of Italian cuisine and couldn’t pass up an opportunity to do some research for your restaurant. You were a lot like your father in that manner, you were always more than willing to work yourself to the core if it meant improving in the kitchen. How did people think you ended up with the title of ‘New York’s Finest Chef’? There was a plus side to your exhaustion, you were promised sleep the entire flight home.

You passed your first-class ticket to the stewardess and upon looking at your seat number, she grinned. “Aren’t you lucky?” She commented, much to your confusion. “On the right.” She directed you to your seat with a gesture of her hand.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion as she passed your ticket back to you. You shook your head with pressed lips then glanced at your ticket as you made your way down the aisle, scanning for your allocated seat.

5A.

You found your seat by the window, in the seat next to you was a very well-built man in a tight blue Henley shirt. Even though you couldn’t properly see his face because he was hiding it behind a black cap and a pair of Ray Bans sunglasses, it was obvious he was very good looking man from what you could see.

“Hi, um- sorry, excuse me.” You addressed the man and he looked up at you, his face prompting continuation. “I just need to get to my seat,” you told him and pointed to the empty seat next to him.

“Oh, right.” He spoke and you found his voice oddly familiar. “Uh- sorry.” He chuckled softly then smiled and flashed his perfect white teeth before getting to his feet. “After you.” He stepped into the aisle so you could get through to your seat.

You sat down and got settled then watched as he did the same. He looked incredibly familiar and you didn’t know why. If only he’d just take off those damn sunglasses so you could get a glimpse of his face and figure out where you’d seen him because- you were about ninety percent sure you knew him from somewhere. You wondered if you had been of service to him before. It was possible, your restaurant had catered many A-List parties as well as served quite a number of the rich and famous. You wanted to ask but he didn’t seem to recognize you so you left it, fearing the risk of being wrong and embarrassing yourself.

“Thanks,” you turned to him with a smile. “And don’t worry about standing up again, I’m most likely going to sleep through the entire flight anyway.” You told him as you pulled out your iPhone and headset from you bag before shoving it back under the seat in front of you.

“Here I was thinking I had a companion to chat with.” He joked then chuckled lightly and you felt yourself doing the same. “Are you in Rome for work?” He quizzed and you nodded. “Same here. Are you headed home?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded. “How about you?”

“Not quite,” he shook his head. “I’m an American, obviously, but um- I’m not from New York. I’m just there for a week for a few more press tours before I’m allowed back to Boston to see my family. Let’s just say that it has been a loooong six months for me,” he stated it out dramatically then laughed when you did.

You turned and looked out window, thinking about what he had just said and replayed it in your head. You picked out a few words and phrases that stuck out for you; 'New York’, 'press tours’, 'Boston to see my family’, and 'loooong six months’. It kind of reminded you of the interview your favorite actor, Chris Evans did a couple days ago. Your body stiffened in your seat and you turned back to the man sat next to you and you narrowed your eyes at him. He was too busy reading something on his phone to realize you were gawking at him. The longer you looked at him, the more you noticed how much he looked like Chris Evans; you’d seen enough pictures of him to recognize that magnificent jawline, even when it was hidden behind his beard.

“Captain America?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. He laughed softly and though you were embarrassed, it did tell you that you were sitting next to Chris Evans. “Oh my God,” you breathed out, feeling your hands sweat.

“Shhh.” He pressed his index finger to his lips and you immediately did as he asked. “You don’t want me to share my attention with other fan girls, do you?” He teased and a breathless laugh escaped your lips. “I’m Chris Evans, but I’m sure you already know that.” You nodded, your lips still slightly parted. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You answered and he whipped off his sunglasses, his eyes wide and his lips parted; he looked about as stunned as you were. “What?” You asked nervously. “Is there something on my face?” You asked then consciously touched your face.

“You’re not that young chef that owns that restaurant Clover, are you?” He asked and you chuckled in amazement that he’d heard of you. “Holy shit!” He exclaimed, drawing slight attention. “I love Clover! Seb introduced me and now I eat there every time I’m in New York. Seb’s in-love with you by the way, he is going to freak out when he hears that I met you.”

“Bucky Barnes likes my food?” You found yourself giggling like a school girl, drawing laughter from Chris. “Oh my God, this is insane! I can’t believe you know who I am,” you shook your head in disbelief. “You’re Captain freaking America.”

“And you’re Y/N freaking Y/L/N!” He exclaimed then laughed. “What’s your secret, how did you become such a good chef?” He asked then spoke again before you could answer. “And how the hell did you manage to remain smoking hot?” Your cheeks flushed and you bit back your smile. “I’d been ten times my current size if I can cook as well as you.”

“Passion and a lot of exercise,” you answered with a light chuckle. “You should know, you work about as hard as I do. Speaking of your work, you did a great job on The Civil War. Everyone was fantastic but you, Captain, were my favorite,” you admitted and he smiled with lightly tinted cheeks. “I particularly enjoyed the helicopter scene.”

“Of course you did.” He laughed and grabbed his left boob; a signature move. “Well, color me honored and incredibly lucky to be sitting next to you.” You chuckled. “I promise I won’t be too much of a bother, as soon as the plane takes off- I’ll let you sleep.”

“Sleep when I’m sitting next to you?” You laughed and you saw his smile widen. “My brother would murder me if he heard I had pass up an opportunity to get all the dirt from Captain America himself, and I’d murder myself.”

“Don’t you dare,” he warned teasingly. “What would I do for food when I’m in New York?” He asked rhetorically and you laughed. “Tell you what, since you’re giving up sleep for me. How about I take you to dinner, somewhere you don’t have to do anything but relax?”

Did he just ask you out on a date?

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate that,” you told him.

You were very much single, you just thought it’d be fun to make him work for it a little. Of course you were going to say yes, single or not. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to have dinner with Chris Evans, otherwise known as Captain America. If you were in a relationship, your boyfriend should have understood how great that opportunity was and allowed for it to happen. If he didn’t then well- you clearly chose wrongly.

“Oh um-” Chris winced. “I am so sorry, I thought- um- don’t- yeah,” he rambled and you suppressed your urge to laugh. “You tell your boyfriend he is a very lucky man,” he finally got out an coherent sentence.

“I will when I meet him,” you giggled and his eyes narrowed in confusion. “I’m single, Cap. I was just teasing you,” you told him then laughed when he did. “That was cute, you were very flustered.”

“Is that a yes to dinner then?”

“Mm hm.” You nodded and held your hand out for his phone, he passed it to you without hesitation. “But a no to not cooking.” You started to key in your number. “I just got back from a research trip, I’ve got a lot of ideas, and I could use a guinea pig,” you explained and he chuckled softly. “My number is in there, I’ll text you a time and date. Think you can handle a degustation menu?” You asked, holding out his phone for him to take.

“With you?” He smirked and purposely brushed your hand as he took his phone back. “Definitely.”


Here’s part 2 and part 3 enjoy.