pocket sebastian

Started replaying TEW with a New Game + and without the rest of the plot it’s just a game about Seb being obsessed with Green Gel and leveling up and welp Seb/Green Gel is the only true love, so here is a pic in the honor of it.


Note: I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE! please, don’t hate me, omg. also, I’m sorry if it sucks. :( I really hope you like it, darling. ♥ thanks for the request. feedback is welcome! .c

Request: Could you write one where the reader is married to SEB and something goes wrong and the relationship turns critical please 😊💞 Maybe like she or he travels too much and they don’t get to much time to see each other so often. - @chimera4plums

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

Marriage requires time, effort, dedication, and undying love for the other person; it’s all mutual. At the start of your relationship with Sebastian, you both had everything. You were joined at the hip, happy, bonded, and connected. He was your rock, your inspiration, the person who kept you humble in the mainstream media. You were the same for him. So, he proposed and you accepted.

You two met on the set of a movie about three years ago. It was a fantasy made reality, everyone knew you two were meant to be, just by the way you would look at each other. But lately, things have been tense. Your time has been spent on your new movie that you’re also directing. It’s a dream of yours and it’s coming true, but something is missing. Your time with your favorite person in the world. But it’s hard for him, too, since he’s working on a movie himself. Now that you have a week off for vacation, you planned on going home to see him and making things right. He said he should be off for a week, so it worked out perfectly. Communication has been at an all time low and you knew your marriage was falling apart silently. Anytime you spoke to Sebastian, he was distant. And it hurt. It always left you feeling empty.

You walked up the steps to your apartment you shared with Sebastian and adjusted your duffel bag on your shoulder while pulling along your suitcase. You shoved your key in the doorknob and kicked it open, making your way inside. “Seb?” You called out, setting your luggage down by the door with a huff. Why did I bring so much stuff for just a week? You asked yourself.

The apartment was silent, only the light hum of the refrigerator sounded through the apartment. You frowned as you looked around, noticing it was fairly clean, as if nobody had been occupying it. Isn’t Sebastian supposed to be home? You grabbed your phone out of your jacket pocket and called Sebastian.

After a few rings, you were ready to hang up. But he finally answered and sounded a tad frustrated. “Hey, Y/N.” Sebastian said, sighing. You bit your lip nervously. “Hey, Seb. I’m-I’m home. Where are you?” You asked softly. “Wait, you’re home?” Sebastian asked, completely ignoring your question.

You scoffed a tad and shook your head, fiddling with your wedding ring. “I have a break. A week off. I decided to come home and spend it with you. I thought you were on a break, too.” You said, feeling your stomach churn at the groan he let out. “Y/N, I can’t come home this week. I’m busting my ass off. We’re wrapping up the movie today.” Sebastian said with a little more frustration in his tone; you knew he was shaking his head.

The empty feeling you’ve had before returned. “Oh.” You said, sitting in Sebastian’s favorite chair. “Well, I could come see you.” You offered, frowning a little. Sebastian sighed. “Are you sure?” He asked a little softer now. 

A small smile spread across your face. “Well, yeah. I mean, I haven’t unpacked yet. You’re in Atlanta, right?” You asked, putting him on speaker to look up quick flights to Atlanta. 

“Yeah, I’ll have to see you at the hotel, though. I’ll be a little late getting in.” Sebastian explained, his voice returning to its distant sound. “Okay, I’ll see you in a few hours.” You said with a small smile. “Alright. Love you, bye.” Sebastian cut his line before you could say anything else and you sighed, staring at your screen until it went off.

Deciding not to waste anymore time, you quickly bought a plane ticket and left your apartment with your bags, calling your bodyguard for a ride to the airport. On your way there, you asked Sebastian for the hotel he was staying at so you could settle in. It would be close to dinnertime, so you would be able to order room service for the two of you.

By the time you reached the airport, you still hadn’t gotten a reply from Sebastian. Telling yourself he was busy, you let it go. You had a few hours to kill and he should reply before then. At least you hoped he would.

You finally landed at the airport with your bodyguard and was met with flashing cameras and screaming paparazzi. You smiled and waved at the cameras, never finding them to be a bother. “Out of the way! Let her through!” John yelled, keeping his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Passing by a few fans, you wanted to stop and take photos, but John wouldn’t have it.

Making your way out of the airport, you were rushed into a black van. You sighed and John climbed inside. “Thanks, John.” You said, giving him a small smile. “My job, girly. So, where to?” He asked. 

You gasped and totally forgot about checking your phone for any texts from Sebastian. Your smile returned when you read that he was staying at the Omni hotel in room 113. Giving the address to John, he pulled away from the airport and made his way there. 

You quickly messaged Sebastian back, telling him you were on your way to the hotel. You waited patiently, looking at the city around you through the window. You hoped you would be able to spend a little time with Sebastian; sometimes it’s just hard with all the traveling and movie business. And when he’s being distant.

John pulled up to the hotel and you were thankful it wasn’t as hectic as the airport. You quickly got out, asked for Sebastian’s room after telling the lady you were his wife (to which she freaked out, being a huge fan of you both), and now you were putting your bags down. John was staying in the room across from you, so you felt safe being in the hotel without Sebastian.

You checked your phone and Sebastian had replied. 

Seb: 10pm at the latest.
You: That’s okay, dear! Maybe I can order room service for us? What sounds good?
Seb: I actually bought food for the whole crew. I’m gonna be eating here.

You smiled at how kind and sweet your husband was. That’s what you brought you close to him in the beginning. A part of you was sad you wouldn’t be able to sit down and eat with him, even if it was room service. You missed those moments with Sebastian. 

You: Well, that’s okay! Send my congratulations around! I’ll see you soon. I love you.
Seb: Love you.

You sighed and set your phone down on the table in the living space. You pulled your bags to the master bedroom and smiled when you inhaled the hint of Sebastian’s cologne lingering in the air. You missed it so much. And you couldn’t help but feel the distance between you and Sebastian weigh down on you again.

After calling room service, you had enough time to take a quick shower and change into some comfortable clothes. Your body was pretty tired and all you wanted was to see Sebastian. Hopefully he really wanted to see you in return. Even though he said you could come see him, something tugged at your intuition saying he didn’t want you to.

Two hours later when 10pm rolled around, you heard the door to the hotel room open. “Seb!” You squealed, rushing over to him. You wrapped your arms around him and felt his arms wrap loosely around your body. “Y/N, hi.” He whispered, rubbing your back.

You pulled away and smiled up at him. He looked tired, his eyes dropping a little, and you frowned. “Aw, rough day?” You asked, watching Sebastian move past you and into the bedroom. You followed behind him and bit your lip nervously. “It was okay. Stressful.” He said as he sat on the bed to untie his boots. Nodding, you leaned against the door frame.

Sebastian took his button up shirt off, revealing a white tank underneath. “Are you sad that filming is over? Was it fun?” You asked, noticing his brows are creased. He sighed and rested his hands on his thighs. “Y/N, enough with the questions. I’m really tired.” Sebastian snapped, turning his head to look at you.

Your heart sank in your chest and you curled your lips into your mouth, biting down on them. You sighed and nodded. “S-sorry, I’ll uh, leave you to settle in.” You said, backing away from the door. “Thank you.” Sebastian muttered, getting up to go to the bathroom. The emptiness came back in the pit of your stomach and you sat on the couch in the living space, flipping on the television.

The shower turned on and you usually would’ve joined Sebastian, but he clearly needed some space. Feeling like a burden now, you pulled your legs up to your chest and blindly watched the News.

When Sebastian finally got finished for the night, he joined you on the couch. He sat at the other end, far apart from you. Normally you’d sit against him with his arm around your shoulders. The silence was deafening and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You knew one of you would break soon, and you didn’t want it to end badly. A sigh fell from your lips and Sebastian’s head turned towards you.

You looked at him and he gave you a tight lipped smile. “What’s wrong?” He asked, slumping in the cushions. You shook your head and looked down at your hands in your lap. “Come on, Y/N. You seem mad at me or something.” Sebastian said with an eye roll. Your eyebrows creased. “I’m not mad.” You said, looking over at him.

He scoffed and crossed his arms. “You always say that.” He whispered, a sigh falling from his lips this time as he turned his attention back to the News, his jaw clenched. You eyed him for a moment because he’s the one who seems mad at you, not the other way around.

Your stomach churned and your mouth fell open a tad. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned, facing your body towards Sebastian, resting your arm over the back of the couch. He looked over at you and shrugged.

Sebastian stood up and walked to the bedroom and you followed after him. “Hello, I asked a question. ” You said, watching him slip into bed. He sat up and shook his head. “Y/N, just drop it.” Sebastian said lowly. You scoffed and stepped closer into the bedroom. 

“I will not! I know you feel the distance between us! And not talking to me isn’t helping.” Your voice raised a little and you really didn’t want to wake up the other guests. Sebastian’s eyes flickered to yours. “I’m tired.” He stated as if it were the only reason for being this way.

“That’s bullshit. It may be true, but it’s been like this since I left to work on my movie.” You said with a groan, running your hands over your face. The room fell silent for a moment. “Just drop it.” He said before lying down on his side. “No! We need to talk about this!” You said, your voice raising again.

A heavy sigh fell from his lips and he sat up again, his eyes staring right into yours. “I said DROP IT. I want to sleep! I wrapped up a movie today, I have a meeting with my agent and an interview tomorrow. The last thing I need is you chewing my ass off the night before!” Sebastian yelled, his veins popping in his neck.

You flinched at the tone of his voice and tears brimmed your eyes. “Seb, I have a week off from my movie, that I’m not only in but I’m directing. I chose to see you; my HUSBAND! You said you’d be off, too!” You yelled back as your voice shook slightly. Sebastian groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

“Well, I’m sorry it didn’t work out that way! I’m busy!” Sebastian yelled, raising his arms up in the air. Your bottom lip quivered as you stared at Sebastian. The atmosphere was tense and you could feel the hole in your chest growing. “Why’d you even tell me to come here if you didn’t have the time in the first place?” You yelled, your voice cracking at the end.

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders at you, his eyebrows raised. “I honestly don’t know! I’m too busy; I have things to do. If you want to leave, then leave! I’m honestly too tired to care.” Sebastian fired, his words making your tears fall freely. “You want me to go?” You whispered, shifting on your feet. Not giving him time to answer, you walked over to your bags and picked them up. “Fine.” You scoffed.

You hadn’t unpacked, seeing that Sebastian’s clothes occupied the dressers, which was fine. You were wearing pajamas, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out of there. Sebastian stayed quiet, watching you walk towards the bedroom door again. You turned to Sebastian and sniffled. “I’m sorry I got in the way. Clearly this has put on strain on us, so. Goodbye, Sebastian.” You whispered, gripping your bags in your hands.

A sharp breath fell from his lips as you walked away. You slung your duffel over your shoulder and grabbed your phone, pulling your suitcase behind you. Your throat burned and your heart was racing in your chest.

Waiting by the door for a moment longer, you didn’t see or hear any sign of Sebastian getting out of bed to stop you. Glancing at your wedding ring, you held back more tears.

You opened the door and left, deciding to get a different room. John was probably sleeping and it was late at night, so choosing another hotel or leaving just when you got here wasn’t on your list. You had your first fight with Sebastian, and now you were leaving him, unsure of what to do. Tears fell from your eyes and blurred your vision, the gnawing pain in your chest worsening.

Pressing the open button to the elevator, you stepped in and pressed the lobby button. The doors started closing, but an arm stopped them just shy of being squished. You looked up from your slippers and saw Sebastian. His eyes were red and puffy, his hands quickly pulling you out of the elevator. “What are you doing?” You asked, wiping at your cheeks.

Sebastian took your bags and set them in the hallway. You watched him closely and he was breathing heavily. “Don’t go.” Sebastian said as he turned to you, his tone far different from a few moments ago. Your eyebrows creased and you shook your head. “Seb, I don’t know what to do.” You said, your eyes filling with tears again.

Sebastian stepped towards you, his hands holding onto your cheeks. “I don’t either. But I know that I don’t want you to leave and I know how distant I’ve become. Please, don’t give up on us. Please, I’m begging you.” Sebastian said, his watery blue eyes staring into yours. You sniffled and nodded.

Sebastian pulled you into his body tightly, his arms wrapping around you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. You’re busy, I should still go.” You said, your voice muffled by his chest. 

He pulled away and looked down at you, shaking his head. “Stay. I want you here. I just-it’s hard not having you around; it takes a toll on me, baby. I’m so sorry.” Sebastian breathed, his hands moving up your arms, to your cheeks.

A sigh fell from your lips and Sebastian wiped away the wetness on your cheeks. “I know, I don’t like being away from you either. But being distant and now arguing, what does that solve?” You asked, your hands gently grasping onto Sebastian’s sides. “We’ll figure it out, I promise.” Sebastian said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You nodded again, letting Sebastian grab your bags and your left hand, walking you both back to his hotel room. He led you inside and dropped your bags, kicking the door shut gently with his foot. You turned to face Sebastian and he swooped in and held your waist before pressing his lips against yours. You made a sound of surprise before kissing him back, your hands tangling in his hair.

Sebastian picked you up by your waist and carried you to the bedroom, gently putting you on the bed. You smiled as he pulled away and climbed in beside you. Sebastian’s arms pulled you into his chest and you sighed. “I love you, Y/N.” Sebastian mumbled against your head as his hands rubbed against your back.

“I love you, too.” You whispered, allowing yourself to fall asleep in Sebastian’s arms.

Note: I hope you like this. I feel like it sucks, a lot. feedback is welcome! .c

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Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Request: Can you do one about meeting Sebastian Stan at a comic con and then you keep running into each other and he works up the courage to ask you out (of course you say yes, he’s Sebastian Stan) and then you keep dating and end up getting married later?

A/N: lol i kind of strayed from the request but not too much, its still the same. 

Originally posted by buckybarnesaddicted

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A continuation of yesterday’s wonderland!mormor, requested by pocket-companion and some other bloggers in the tags–how could I refuse?

As if their height difference wasn’t already great enough, Seb of course finishes half of the “eat me” cake before realizing its effects…

hurricane pt 4 (sebstan)


connections are formed again. but is it too late?

warnings: fluff, time skips, bad writing

pairing: seb stan x reader

word count: 2.1K

a/n: here’s the end; i’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted but man, i lost inspiration for this one a while ago tbh. didn’t want to leave you guys hanging though. 

Originally posted by little--batman

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Sick (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Originally posted by staralbums

Prompt: heyy, can you write one where the reader has a tiny problem with alcoholism and sex addiction and SebStan is the “domesticated” housewife who enjoys “very much” the sex part but he keeps insisting that she’s sick so she starts a fight saying that he doesn’t give a fuck about her and kinda have a breakdown. Sebastian comes closer to help her but she starts to give him a blow job. He breaks up with her and that’s when she realise that something’s wrong with her. Idk, you can continue from there

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol & sex addiction, swearing, rehab. This is an AU and probably didn’t happen in real life. 

A/N: I must admit, I got very excited about this one. It’s a heavy story, so enjoy that. The screenwriter in me got super pumped to write a confrontation scene. Thanks to the anon who requested this! 

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Chris Evans x reader

Loosely based on “19 You + Me” by Dan + Shay

Warnings: fighting, swears, fluff, implied smut

All credit goes to Marvel and Dan + Shay

Word count: 3k              

            “C’mon, Y/N! Don’t do this! We have to be at set in an hour and it’s gonna be a long day for both of us if we don’t quit yelling at each other.”

            “No, you have to be at set in an hour! I should already be there!”

            “Then just go!”

            “Fine!” You slammed the door shut behind you, leaving Chris alone in your shared home. Stress was high in the Evans household, to say the least. Captain America: Civil War was just wrapping up shooting, and both you and Chris were crumbling under the added pressure, him being the star of it and constantly worrying over if it would do well or not, and you being the co-producer of the movie and also worrying if it would do well or not. They were never big fights, just small, meaningless ones that quickly escalated. They always resolved themselves at the end of the day though.

            You flashed your badge and smiled at a security guard who was roaming the set, watching for any fans that had somehow jumped the fence to get in. “Hey, Y/N!” Kevin waved you over and you gave him a small smile and walked over to him and a couple of the special effect editors. “Check this out, we’re giving Ms. Maximoff her powers!” You watched as the familiar red aura began to float between Elizabeth’s (or Wanda’s) hands. You couldn’t deny it, adding the special effects when everything begins to finish up is your favorite part. You smiled and praised the editors and began to walk away when Kevin jogged up to you. “Hey, you okay? Where’s Chris?”

            You slumped your shoulders, “Chris and I have been fighting a lot lately, nothing serious, but with the added pressure of finishing up the movie, tension’s been a little high. I’m surprised neither of us have gone to live with a friend for a day or two. He’s on his way, though.”

            Kevin winced, “Ouch, sorry Y/N. Do you need some time off?”

            You quickly shook your head, “No, no! Working is exactly what I need so I don’t mope around all day. I’m just looking forward to wrapping this up and doing the press tours and interviews.” You smiled.

            “Well, lucky for you, there’s only two more weeks of this, and if the stress starts getting too much to handle, take a day off, Y/N, you deserve it.” Kevin said with sincerity. You smiled and thanked him, and went on your way to talk to Anthony and Joe about the plan for today.

            “We’re doing the helicopter scene with Sebastian and Chris, taking a lunch break, and then starting the airport scene with Chris, Sebastian, Paul, Elizabeth, Jeremy, and Anthony if we have time. It should be a short day. Speaking of Evans, where is he?”

            You groaned at Chris’s irresponsibility, and excused yourself from the brothers to call him.

            “Hello?” Chris’s voice rang through the line.

            “Where are you?” You all but seethed at him. You heard him scoff.

            “Relax. I’m five minutes away. I brought Dodger to doggy day-care. Not that you would rememb-.” You hung up on him before he could finish that sentence and shoved your phone in your pocket.

            You were walking around the cast and greeting the cast when all of a sudden, a hand smacked your ass. You sharply turned on your foot and saw Chris towering above you, with his signature smirk and boy, did you wanna slap it off of him. You smiled stiffly at him, trying to be civil (hah, get it?) with him in front of all your co-workers. “Joe and Anthony need you, you’re late.”

            “What am I shooting?”

            “Helicopter scene with Sebastian.” He bent down and gave you a kiss on the cheek, placing one hand on your belly and the other on the small of your back. “Kiss-ass.”

            “Only if you want me to!” He yelled, walking away to get ready.

            “Are you sure I can’t take my shirt off for this?”

            “Chris, no, it wouldn’t make any sense.” Joe said. Chris dramatically rolled his eyes at him and laughed, getting back into position. You and Kevin were situated on your chairs right next to Joe and Anthony. You watched Chris as his biceps flexed with the “pull” of the helicopter, but it didn’t go unnoticed, because when they called cut, he sent you a flirty wink. You flipped him off and Kevin laughed beside you.

            “Damn, you’re really giving him hell, Y/N.”

            “He’ll get over it, I decided to be nice and record the Pats game for him while we’re at work,” you checked your phone. “And it looks like they won, so he’ll be in an even better mood. I’m going to go grab lunch, do you want me to bring you back something?”


            “You got it.” you began to walk away, ready to get something in your stomach when Chris stepped in front of you. You looked up at him with an expecting look.

            “I have a proposal for you, or us.”

            “I’m pretty sure we did this 4 years ago.” You said, holding up your wedding ring.

            “No, not that kind of proposal, something else.”

            “I don’t wanna hear it right now, we’ll talk about it tonight.” You tried side stepping him but he grabbed onto your arm and when you looked back at him, he looked desperate.

            “C’mon baby, please. We’re both tired and stressed, we need a vacation. I say we go back to where it all started. We’ll either find some time off now or wait until shooting’s done and we can head up to Kancamangus High-“

            “I’m sorry, Kanga-what?” Robert piped in, seeming to get caught up in word that just left Chris’s mouth. You laughed at his confused expression.

            “Kancamangus Highway, it’s in New Hampshire, it’s famous for its scenery, that’s where Chris and I met,” you laughed. Robert mumbled a small ‘oh’ and curtly nodded, before heading on his way again. “Anyways, you were saying?”

            “We find a space in our schedules, head up there for a couple days or a week. We can spend the days by the rivers, splashing around or reading, we’ll find a hotel for the nights and take advantage of the continental breakfast in the mornings. Let’s just go back to where it all started; where we started.”

 Flashback (2010)

            It was around 11 p.m. when the car skidded to a stop. You looked at your friend, Lisa, who had been driving and she groaned. “I think the car just died.” You looked at her incredulously.

            “Are you serious? We’re on a highway in New Hampshire, 5 hours from home and 32 miles from the nearest gas station. Tell me your phone’s at least alive.” She looked at her phone.

            “Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “Alright, let’s just stay calm, we’ll get out of the car, sit on the hood and hopefully someone will drive by and help us.”

            “Or murder us.”

            “You always have such a positive outlook.” You rolled your eyes, you were tired as hell and wanted nothing more than to get back to your hotel, which was off the exit of the excessively long highway.

            “Where even are we?”

            “No clue.”

            You guys sat on the hood of the car for what felt like an hour, even though it had only been twenty minutes. You slapped your friend’s shoulder when you saw headlights, but quickly stiffened up just in case they weren’t exactly friendly with you. A truck pulled up next to you and the passenger rolled down his window. “You guys need any help?”

            “Our car died and our phones are dead, so clearly death is a common theme tonight if you decide to kill us.” Lisa laughed. The guy laughed, too.

            “Well we won’t kill ya, but we can help,” You stared at the guy’s face, he looked so familiar, but you couldn’t place where you knew him from. “Chris?”

            The driver and passenger got out of the car and each of them shook your hands, the passenger introducing himself as Sebastian, and the driver introducing himself as Chris. “It’s nice to meet you, even if it isn’t under your ideal circumstances.” Chris said to you. You smiled.

            “Trust me, I don’t mind. I’m Y/N.” Chris smiled back at you and Sebastian came up behind him, patting a hand on his shoulder.

            “Triple A said they can’t have someone out here until at least another two hours.” Chris winced at his friend’s words.

            “Well, we’d hate to leave you out here by yourselves. Have you guys had anything to eat?” You and Lisa shook your heads. Sebastian and Chris looked at each other.

            “There’s an all night diner about 10 miles back, do you guys want to grab something to eat until someone can pick up your car?” Lisa spoke before you could, and with one look at her, you knew exactly what she was doing. She was practically undressing Sebastian with her eyes and you swear he had been doing the same.

            “We’d love to.”

            The diner was mediocre, but it was better than sitting outside by the car and waiting for someone to come and get you. Sebastian had let Lisa charge her phone using his car charger, and your phone was still dead in your pocket. As Sebastian and Lisa talked, Chris looked over to you. “So since they’re so wrapped up in conversation, what do you do?”

“           I actually just graduated college with a masters in theatre production. I start an internship at Marvel Studios. I’ll be working for Kevin Fiege and hopefully it’ll go from there.”

            “No way.” Chris laughed.


            “I’m Chris Evans, you’ll be producing my movie,” your jaw dropped. “Captain America, at your service, ma’am.” You and him laughed.

            “Well it’s an honor, I’m very sorry your first impression of me will go along the lines of pissed off at my friend and looking for a ride,” You smirked at him and he returned it. “So should I know him as well?” You whispered, leaning forward on the table, not wanting Sebastian to hear and seem rude to him.

            “That’s Sebastian Stan, he’s from a lot of movies, you’ll see him in my movie too. He plays Bucky Barnes.” You nodded slowly.

            “Is he in Hot Tub Time Machine?” You asked, kicking an eyebrow. Chris laughed and nodded his head. “I knew he looked familiar.”

            “Well have you seen me anywhere else?” You stared at him long and hard. You had seen him somewhere else. Where had you seen him?

            “You were in the Fantastic Four movies. And I believe you were also in Scott Pilgrim vs. The World.” Chris nodded.

            “I was in more, but I don’t expect you to know them. Maybe we can talk more about that over dinner one night, you know, after you have a running car.” He laughed.

            You blushed, but with a certain new-found confidence, “Dinner it is, trying to get on the producer’s good side?”

            “Well you don’t see me asking Kevin Fiege out on a date, so maybe you’re a special one.” You smiled slyly at him.

End of flashback

            “Call it a done deal.”

            “Is the car packed up?”


            “Dodger’s at your mom’s house?”


            “Did you make sure we have the hotel reservations?”

            “Yes, you need to stop worrying. I got this.” Chris said, placing his hands on your arms and looking down at you.

            “Says the guy who can’t tie his own tie,” You mumbled, lifting yourself into Chris’s truck, a hand slapping your ass as you climbed up. He closed the door once you were fully inside and came around to the driver’s side, easily sliding in next to you. “You know, you really should be more considerate of your wife’s height, not everyone can be 6 feet tall.” He laughed at your complaint.

            “You’re mean when you don’t have coffee.”

           It was four hours into the car ride, you had your feet up on the dash and was happily sipping on your iced coffee you had gotten from the Dunkin Donuts you had just passed. You looked over at Chris, who had one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. He caught you staring.


           “Just thinking.”


           “How long it’s been since we’ve done this; got away from everything for a bit.”

           “I believe the last time we did this was our honeymoon. Which was 4 years ago. It’s been awhile, huh?”

           “We’ve been quite the busy couple.” You said, a small laugh escaping your lips, you continued looking out the window, enjoying the scenic views of New Hampshire. It was late August, the leaves were just beginning to change and it was the perfect temperature, especially for New England. You smiled when you saw the exit for Kancamangus Highway and a rush of memories came over you.


           You and Chris were sitting on the edge of the bed of his truck, watching as Lisa and Sebastian were really hitting it off. You sipped at the beer that you guys had bought after your late dinner, and Chris spoke up. “So, how far are you from home?”

           “Trying to get rid of me already?” I laughed. “But about 5 hours. We live in upstate New York, we’re staying in a hotel off the exit.”

           “We could’ve driven you back there if you wanted, that’s no problem.” Chris laughed back.

           “Well, I was going to suggest that, but the way Lisa was eye-fucking Sebastian, I knew that was out of the question. Besides, you’re not all bad company.” You nudged him with my shoulder. He smiled.

           “Do you have a boyfriend?”

           “No, why?”

           “So I can do this.” And then his lips were on yours and yours were on his and wow did he have good lips. He pulled you closer with his hand wrapped around the back of your neck and one gripping your hip. When he pulled away after what felt like only a moment, he looked at you for any sign of doubt or disinterest. When he found none, you were the one to pull him back into you, twisting him over your body as you leaned back into the bed of the truck.

           The kiss was quickly getting heated until you heard Sebastian yell, “How come they’re kissing and we’re not?” You pulled away and laughed at how Sebastian was pouting and watched as Lisa pulled him in harshly. Chris shielded your eyes.

           “At least we didn’t announce it!”

End of flashback

           You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard Chris’s door slam shut, only for yours to be opened twenty seconds later. He grabbed your hand and helped you down from the obnoxiously high truck. You looked around, breathing in your surroundings. He had brought you to the exact spot your car broke down, with the small clearing in the woods that opened up to a shallow river with rocks lining the sides. God, it was even more beautiful in broad daylight, you and Chris had only seen it at night, but it was certainly one night worth remembering.

           Your husband set up two beach chairs on the rocks, directly overlooking the river. “Do you think it’s moose season?”

           You shrugged, “Do moose even have a season?” You sat down in the rainbow striped beach chair and let the sunshine warm up your body. You didn’t realize how cold your skin was from Chris blasting the A/C. He sat down beside you and took your hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the diamond ring.

           “Man, have I missed this.” He breathed.

           “Missed what, exactly?”

           “Traveling with you, getting away with you, having date night whether it’s at a 5-star restaurant or on our couch watching a movie in our pajamas. I miss you. I’m sorry we’ve been fighting so much, we both have a lot on our plate but I think we take for granted that we’re on the same boat as far as movies go. You’re my best friend, I couldn’t ask for anyone else to share these experiences with and man, am I lucky to call you my wife. I love you, Y/N.” You smiled and bit your lip, leaning over the arm of your chair and placing your hand on his.

           “I love you too, Christopher Robert Evans.” You gave him a long, sweet kiss and when you pulled away, you guys sat in a comfortable silence. Holding each other’s hands as you watched the sun sink under the horizon until darkness enveloped you.

           “You want to head to the hotel, get settled for the night?”

           “Sure.” You grabbed the beach chair and folded it up, walking back to the truck to throw it in the back. Chris did the same with his, again helping you into the passenger seat, closing your door, and getting into the driver’s seat. He put the key in the ignition and the car didn’t roar to life per usual.

           “How crazy would it be if the truck died this time around?” You widened your eyes at him, watching as he stared at you with a look you couldn’t quite read before he burst out laughing. “I’m kidding! I put the wrong key in!” You slapped his thigh and rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t hide your smile at his joke.

           You stood in front of the mirror in your hotel room, the short satin robe hugging your curves, but hanging open in the front, showing the black lace bra and underwear. You tousled your hair and touched up your makeup. You even shaved your legs. Your eyes flicked to the door when you heard it being unlocked, and you leaned against the large pillar that was placed 10 feet in front of the door and crossed your arms. Chris walked in with large brown paper bags.

           “Hey babe, I got Chinese takeout from down the street, they even had that weird chicken you- woah.” Chris finally looked up from the lock on the door.

           “Remember how we said we were both a little stressed?” You smirked at him. Chris slowly placed the food down on the counter, and within seconds had your legs wrapped around his waist, kissing the tops of your breasts as he walked you two to the bedroom.

           “Have I mentioned that I missed this already?”

That’s it guys! I’m really happy with this one so let me know what you think, please?

That guy.

That guy.
Sebastian Stan /OFC (Camila)

Sebastian’s girlfriend made an impromptu visit while he was away filming the bronze right after the sex scene ™, he obviously had the tattoo (Which he haven’t mentioned about) and she couldn’t stop laughing at his junk. Hilarity assured

Warnings: Sebastian’s junk, a lot of gimme that gold references and some kissing, light smut. Fluuuuuuff-ish


“Hey, you come here often?,” Camila said leaning on the wall besides the table where her boyfriend was eating. Sebastian looked up and a smile spread wide in his face as he grabbed her by the waist and pull her on his lap and kissed her softly.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” He said as he place little kisses in her cheeks, she laugh and plant one final kiss and get up before people in the restaurant started staring. She smiled as she flagged the waitress.

“Neither did I, I missed you so I came.” She shrugged and Sebastian laugh grabbing her hand and moved his chair closer to hers.

“I’m glad you came, even though, babe” He said and kissed the back if her hand. “I just started my two weeks break, I was going to surprise you.” He said with a smug smile and Camila stared at him and then shrugged with a smile.

“I would had still come, like I say I missed my little cute dork.” Camila said leaning over and pucker him quickly in the lips and Sebastian smiled pulling her for another kiss. The waitress interrupted and Camila ordered a pizza, because she was sure Sebastian was going to eat with her after she noticed the chicken breast with a salad that he had been eaten for fucking ever all the fucking time.

He needed his pizza and she knew that.

“God, I love you.” He mumble while taking a slice to his mouth and she smiled while chewing.

“Are you talking to me or the pizza?”

“Both.” He smiled with his mouth full, his cheeks were full of food and he looked so darn adorable that she had to sigh like a schoolgirl.

“God, I love you too.”


As soon as the door clicked behind, they were on each other tearing down clothes outta the way and trying to get to the near cushion surface.

Sebastian pulled her shirt off and he lay her down on the couch and lean on to kiss her collarbone while she bury her fingers into his hair making a mess of it.

“I missed your hair.” She mumble and he hummed against her skin and placed wet kisses down her breastbone. Sebastian had his hands spread under her breast and slide down her ribcage until they reached her back and unclasped her black lacy bra and take it off and throw it out behind his head.

“And I missed your tits, fuck.” He groaned and he squeeze them together and bury his face between them and kiss, lick and nip them making her let out a soft moan as she bite her bottom lip; that encouraged him even more and he gently nip at her nipples and then suck her hard.

“Fuck-take it off.” She urged him pulling the collar of his shirt and he do as she told, totally forgetting about the tattoo. She noticed—of course she noticed. The blue and red lines of a ribbon under his belly button catched her eyes as he kept ravishing her tits, she tilted her head and when he tried to move up and kiss her, she noted how the lines went under his pants. “What the fuck is that?” She asked dogging his lips and Sebastian looked down and groan putting his forehead against her chest.

“It’s for the movie, the-the sex scene.” He mumble catching his breath.

“You already filmed that?”

“We finished it this morning.” He answer and felt her hands on his shoulders pushing him off to see it better, Sebastian sat on his heels and Camila looked it better and bite her lip fighting the urge to burst laughing at the stupidest tattoo that she had ever fucking see, she put a hand on her mouth and Sebastian groan again looking down.

“Baby, you got a blue and red ribbon of a medal tattooed on your dick.” She said with a small voice barely holding it together, feeling the building of a laugh in her stomach. She looked at it again and this time Camila snorted and that quickly escalated to a full body laugh as she laid down back in the couch.

“Camilaaaaa!” Seb whined as he faked cry with a smile on his lips letting himself fall on top of her. “I know it’s fucking awful.”

“Oh my God,” She breathed out putting her hands on his hair again and tried to kiss the top of his head as an apology but she couldn’t stop laughing. “Show me!”.

“No way,” He mumbled against her skin and shake his head.

“Sebbie baby, show me. I want to see, hell I want to pose with it and take a picture.” She said laughing even more and pull her cellphone of her back pocket and Sebastian took it of her hands.

“Nope.” He said shoving her cellphone in his front pocket with a pout and lay his head back to her chest looking away from her.

“Don’t pout at me.” She smiled struggling with a few giggles still.

“You ruin the moment.”

“I don’t have a gold medal around my pussy.” She snap back with a smile and he groaned.

“Now I’m that fucking guy, the one that had a tattoo around his dick like a douchebag.”

“You’re not a douchebag”

“How I’m gonna get to the steam room on the gym?” He asked looking up and keep the pout going while he locked eyes with her girlfriend. “You don’t want to even had sex with me.”

“Babyyyyy,” She said and hold a laugh. “I want to have sex with you, when the thing is gone tho.”

“Are you serious?”

“Baby, it’s fucking funny. You know if I laugh I can’t stop,” She said already smiling and out of the blue she remembered that line that Mackie was shouting when they were in the press tour. “Gimme that gold.”

“How do you know that?”

“I can’t believe you tell Mackie about the gold now I understand.” She poked him in the forehead with her finger.

“Mackie didn’t sleep with me.”

“You knew this will happen.”

“Of course. I just forget about it when I saw you ‘cause I missed my girl.” He smiled biting his lips and captured her mouth his his.

“Give me that gold, seriously?” She pushed him off and started laughing again, Sebastian looked at her and couldn’t fight the smile forming in his lips.

“It’s silly, but it’s funny. You’ll love it.” He said pressing a kiss in her neck.

“I need to take a selfie with it.” She said and Bed sigh. “This had to go in Instagram.”

“No Instagram.”

“Yes Instagram. You still own me when you fill your Instagram with my burnt pizza and the time you posted the ugliest-”

“I love that photo.”

“photo that someone had taken of me.”

“You’re beautiful on it.”

“I’m sleeping with my mouth open hugging a pillow with photo of your face stapled on it.”

“The staple was in my forehead. I love it.” He smiled and she groaned. “I’m never taking that down.”

“I want my selfie.” She demanded and Sebastian agreed as he stand up and she grabbed his shirt and put it on. She started laughing when she saw it up close and tug his pants to see how far it goes and noticed something missing. “Where’s your hair?”

“The transfer doesn’t stick in hair.” He explained pushing his hair back, she chuckle and grabbed her cellphone out of his pocket and saw her struggling to take a picture because it just looked bad for whatever angle she tried to take it.

“This look kind of sexual.”

“It’s in my dick, of course it’s looks sexual.” Sebastian said and she laugh, again and kept looking at it and he grabbed her cell phone and snap a picture of her laughing.

“Okay, right. I got this… ” She laugh one more time and grab her boyfriend by the waist and pull her besides her, she make pointed a finger at the tattoo and snap the picture.

As she do her thing on Instagram, Sebastian sat down the couch and she snuggle right besides him, he looked at her with heart eyes.

“You’re one of the reasons I took this gig.” He said out of the blue, the smile still plastered in his face.

“You’re doing this for me?” She asked, amazed as he nod.

“The script was so bad that it got incredibly good and couldn’t stop imagining you laughing at it.” He said and she put a hand in her heart and frown a little with her lips pucker up.


“Really.” He answer and Camila grabbed his face and kiss him, slowly.

“Sebastian,” She Whispered against his lips.


“Why don’t you gimme that gold?” She asked with a smile and wiggle her eyebrows making him let out a laugh and kissed her and while pushing her against the cushion of the couch he muttered.

“Fuck yes, I’ll give you this gold.”

Mutual Help (3/3) {Smut}

Summary: You and Sebastian help each other out in times of need (Still suck at summaries

Word Count: 3,447 (I’m a wordy bitch)

Warnings: Swearing, unprotected sex (if you can’t protect your rocket, keep it in your pocket), oral sex ,Sebastian Stan, use of the word “baby girl”{Thought it was mention worthy}


*Sebastian’s POV*

The chilly air of the room pulled me out of my sleep, but lucky for me I have a human sized space heater next to me.

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A Date Like No Other: Part Three

Originally posted by sebastian-actualpuppy-stan

Summary: You finally get to meet the Mack Attack and Sexy Sea Bass. You try to hide your feelings about Chris as do he, but even they notice the tension between you two.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: none

Previous Part: Part 2

“And who is this lovely lady?” Anthony asked, gesturing to you at Chris’s side.

Chris introduced, “This is Y/N. She’s the one who won the contest.” He placed a hand on the small of your back, and you tried not to blush or shiver. You knew about Anthony and Sebastian’s playful nature; they would get a kick out of it.

Anthony asked playfully, “And what did you have to do to get Dorito over here on a second date?”

Chuckling, you responded, “We’re not actually dating. We’re just friends.”

Anthony ‘OhhhhH’ed in response but not-so-subtly wiggled his eyebrows at Chris. You didn’t see Chris narrow his eyes at them for he stood behind you.

“How much longer are you here?” Sebastian asked curiously. You had to raise your chin to talk to them as they towered you. Mackie was a little bit shorter than them, but he still had a few inches on you. It was sort of intimidating, because on screen, they don’t seem as tall as they are. But now that you are seeing them in person, you could tell you were far from right.

“This is my last day here,” you answered gloomily. But you faked a smile to hide your emotions, not wanting to ruin today. “I leave late tonight.”

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anonymous asked:

Can we get a prompt of two of your couples meeting one another? Or all three?

[thief boys walking stoically down the street not touching just walking side by side looking straight ahead, all business]

“LA-LA-LA! LA! LAAAAAAH!” tbs ciel aggressively swinging sebastians hand (and singing?) as they walk super duper love-love close like the gayest shit youve ever seen

tbs ciel accidentally bumps into tiny thief ciel and DRAMATICALLY gasps, places hand on his chest, his enormous boots squeaking and his trenchcoat flapping in the wind like a spotlight was just cast on him and he’s OVERacting

“oh NO, im so sorry, kid! did i hurt you, you poor little tiny itty-bitty babu angel blu-blu so cute omg cutes are you okay lil’ slugger?!”

thief sebs is about to snap tbs ciel in half but before he can thief ciel takes out his knife and flicks it open all serious

“get the fuck away from m-”

“OH GOODNESS, A DAGGER?!” tbs ciel.

everyone taken aback by the stupidest proclamation in history. tbs sebs looking at his boyfriend like he’s a dumbass “that’s a knife, you idiot-”

“a DAGGER in this day and age?!”

“it's….” thief ciel so confused by the stupidity he looks to tbs sebs and then back to dumb-ciel “it’s a knife. and i’ll stab you with it if you touch me again, get back”

“we sincerely apologize and want no trouble” tbs sebs, totally avoiding the piercing death-glare/shadow/demonic aura/flames of thief sebs “we’ll be on our way now, come on-”

“who gives this kid a dagger of all weapons?!” ciel looks up up up to thief sebs “you, meat-stack, you give this baby little swords to wield all willy-nilly?!”

tbs sebs facepalms

thief ciel gets in front of his sebastian and swipes into the air super close to tbs ciel’s face

“it’s a KNIFE you fucking airhead.”

tbs ciel GAPING so insulted NEVER IN IS LIFE (he’s practically coughing) unable to even retort he’s THAT offended

thief ciel flicking the knife closed and placing it back in his pocket, glancing at his sebastian as they spoke without words, the couple soon moving to the side

thief ciel glaring at tbs sebs as they walk past him, speaking under his breath

“you’re lucky that guy isn’t right in the head or else i would have killed him.”

tbs ciel practically on the ground latching onto his bf’s coat as if insults caused him bodily harm, letting out rough sounds of offense (still)

“WHAT HE SAY?! ABOUT ME! HE SAID A THING OR TWO DIDN’T HE?! Ohhh because im not into WEAPONRIES apparently this KID today fucking makes me look stupid in front of the entire TOWN?! And with a dagger no less! Pointing daggers to ME? I was dagged! In a dark alley by some CHILD and his DAD! GOD!” (it’s broad daylight on a busy street)

tbs sebs looking straight into nothingness as if he’s practiced zoning out so ciel could throw his tantrums, the guy winning boyfriend of the century for putting up with ciel’s shit

[limo drives by, relapse ciel clutching his expensive collar as he watches tbs ciel fall to the sidewalk and start pounding his fists on it, turning to his doctor husband]

“…the middle class are frightening…”



Originally posted by bbuchanann

Prompt:  Hiiii loves ! Could you write a story where the reader just moved to NYC to teach at the french highschool on the Upper East Side and she gets a card to the gym where Seb goes and … Whatever happens … Happens? 😇❤️

Word Count: 1400ish


Authors Note: I used Google Translate because I don’t really speak French, if anyone knows that what I put was wrong please let me know and I’ll change it! I’ve gotten a couple of corrections from people, so thank you!

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Mutual Help (1/3)

Summary: You an Sebastian help each other out in times of need (I suck at summaries)

Word count: 1,579

Pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader (Sort of)

Warnings: None really…idk man


Your phone rang out on your kitchen counter as you searched for  your left converse shoe, you ran to our phone before the call was dropped, not checking the caller ID

“Hello!” You chimed

“Y/N, hey!” Sebastian laughed on the other line

“Oh hey, Seabass!” you responded excitedly as you spotted your stray sneaker under a stool

“You need to stop hanging out with Mackie” he commented

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I keep seeing that Kurtbastian au gifset where Kurt meets Sebastian instead of Blaine on the stairs and I keep thinking they wouldn’t be so nice to each other in the beginning?

Like, Kurt would be putting his sunglasses in his pocket when Sebastian would nearly run into his back and they’d have to grab each other to keep from toppling down the stairs. 

Kurt would lose his sunglasses and they’d get trampled by the other students and just- 

“Were you raised in a barn? Do you know how much those cost?”

“Your knock-off designer sunglasses?” The guy smirked when Kurt looked up at him in outrage. “You can practically smell the public school on you." 

He reached out to touch Kurt’s chin. "Close your mouth- were you raised in a barn?”

Kurt slapped the hand away from him, setting his shoulders. “Public school and my hair still looks better than yours.”

“Can’t say the same for your shorts.Nice legs though.” The guy held out his hand, like they were being friendly. “Sebastian Smythe.”

Kurt wanted to leave him hanging but fought back the urge. “Kurt. Which is all you’re getting from me.”

Sebastian would probably hold his hand too long, pull him in to tell him that that’ll change or that he’d love to stay and trade insults but he has a performance to attend. 

And Kurt never sees the Warblers perform. All he ends up with is a broken pair of sunglasses and a buzzing, burning awareness under his skin from where Sebastian touched him. 


The Water Bottle

Pairings:  Sebastian X Reader

Word Count: 1,378

Warnings: Bad language, sexual innuendos left n right

Summary: Sebastian tries to pull a lousy prank that majorly back fires


Sebastian Stan is a wonderful, kind, and agreeable person…or so you thought. Turns out he’s a little shit who makes dick jokes 24/7 and pulls pranks on you at any chance he got. 30 minutes after meeting with him before your guys’ interview, he brought you a water bottle, you thought it was kind of him so you said a quick ‘thank you’ you accompanied by a friendly smile. You put the water bottle down next to your chair without a second thought, being away from Sebastian dulled down your “Shitty prank alert”, so you were stupidly unaware.

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