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Bibia Be Ye Ye

A/N: someone asked for another Sebastian x reader but I lost it in my inbox but this one is for you babeee!!! xxxxxx

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

You watched from backstage as Sebastian sat talking to the interviewer about various projects he had been working on. 

A grin stretched across your face as he mentioned you, talking about how much he adores you. “How long?” The interviewer asked, and you still hadn’t gotten use to the general public knowing about you. 

“Oh gosh, nearly 2 years this April.” He smiled, his eyes brightening with every word. “Well let me know if it doesn’t work out, kay?” the interviewer joked, sending Sebastian a wink. 

The audience laughed and you couldn’t help but feel a hole in the pit of your stomach as she said that. Of course, she was a comedian and you knew that it was irrational to think that it was anything more than a joke, but it still stung. 

“I don’t think she’s going anywhere.” Sebastian said, chuckling under his breath. You crossed your arms, Sebastian’s dressing room suddenly seeming a lot smaller than it was a few moments ago. 

The interview continued and you still thought about that one comment. One single comment, and you felt jealously course through your veins. 

It ended and you watched as the cameras switched to a wide angel and the interviewer pressed a small kiss to Sebastian’s cheek. 

“Jesus fucking christ.” You groaned, closing your eyes and sighing as the television went black. 

Of course the interviewer was gorgeous, her long black hair and ivory skin filling you to the brim with envy. You rubbed your temples and attempted to ignore the headache coming on. 

Sebastian was quick to rush into the room, high off of adrenaline and sweaty from the stage lights. 

“Hello baby.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, which you welcomed but felt a bit of nausea accompany it. “Hi.” you cooed back, swallowing your pride and deciding to ignore your jealousy. 

“What’d ya think?” He asked, sitting next to you. “Great, as usual babe.” You smiled, kissing his lips and standing up. “You gonna shower?” 

He nodded, following his usual routine and undressing before hopping into the shower. You heard him humming softly as you looked into the mirror, picking apart your image for what seemed like that thousandth time, wondering if you were good enough. 

You couldn’t understand why he was with you. He said he loved you, he stayed by you with everything and he was excited when he saw you. But, your brain wouldn’t let you believe it. 

You never spoke about your insecurities in front of him because once you thought about saying it outloud, it all just sounded a bit silly. 

Despite how silly it may seem, it still bothered you. A lot. 

“Hey darlin’,” Sebastian poked his head out of the curtain, “why don’t you join me today?” 

You met his eyes, swallowing back more nausea and lifting your shirt over your head. He smiled, watching you climb into the shower and holding your hand so you don’t fall. 

He moved you underneath the water, the warmth enveloping your body as he looked down at you with a grin. 

Your bottom lip trembled as you had a weak smile stretch across your face. 

Concern washed over Sebastian’s face, his hair dripping as you felt a quiet sob fall from your lips. 

Sometimes you just felt like you weren’t enough, and seeing Sebastian standing in front of you with so much admiration, you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t deserve it. 

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder, skin to skin contact nearly calming you but you still felt anxiety bubble up. 

“What’s the matter?” He murmured, rubbing the lower half of your back soothingly. 

A tear slipped down your face and quickly mixed in with the water that fell from the shower head. “I’m just- you could do so much better.” you whispered, your head on his chest. 

“I did not just hear you say that.” Sebastian said, hugging you tightly between his arms. You loosely hung on him, your arms on his waist as you cried softly. 

“You listen to me,” Sebastian pulled away and met eyes with you, watching as your tears mixed with the water from the shower head, “you are the most gorgeous person I have ever met. Ever. I love you more than anything and you know that.” 

In his attempts to brighten your mood, you could only think about how easily he could act and say the words without actually meaning them. “B- but, you have girls lusting after you. You could have anyone you want in the world. Just- why me?” 

Voicing your frustrations has never been easy. 

“I only want you.” 

“Damn it, Sebastian! Why? That interviewer was practically panting through out the whole thing yet you come back to this mess?” you gestured to your face, which now had mascara stricken cheeks and bloodshot eyes. 

“You don’t seem to understand,” Sebastian whispered, wiping away your tears and holding your face between his hands, “I want you. Especially when you have runny make up or messy hair.” 

He took your silence as an opportunity to speak more, “You are the love of my life.” 

You scoffed, ending it in a laugh as you looked up at him, “Why?” 

“Why not?” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “because your laugh makes me smile. Your hair smells amazing, and you look great in my t-shirts. Hell, even my mom loves you.” 

You smiled softly, “Is that it?” 

“I could keep going, or I could do this.” He was quick to pick you up and press your back against the wall of the shower. You giggled, allowing him to capture your lips with his and run your hands through his hair. 

His hands held your thighs and you felt the water run over both of your bodies. To say your insecurities had diminished completely would be an overstatement, but Sebastian certainly has a way with words that eased your anxiety slightly. It also helped that he had his hands on your body. 

A knock sounded on the door which tore you out of your bliss. 

“Sebastian, you’ve got to get to the Fallon studios soon!” Sebastian’s manager sounded, his voice gruff with annoyance. Sebastian poked his head out of the curtain and nodded, “Will be out in a second.” 

You poked your head out from beneath him, a sly smile on your face as you watched his manager’s face go red, “Maybe two seconds.” 

Without another glance, Sebastian pulled you back into the shower and pressed his lips hard against yours. 

You were feeling better, to say the least.

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PROMPT - Mendel hitting that fire hydrant during his and Trina's second date.

He’s talking too much. He knows he’s talking too much. But he’s also focused on the road, so he can’t tell if she’s bored or not, and he’s also still afraid of silence, so he’d rather be a fool that talks too much than sit in silence.

“Oh!” Trina cries, pointing out her window. “There’s a spot over there.” Mendel glances over to where she’s pointing, and his heart leaps into his throat. The spot is small and tight, and he is not a very good parallel parker.

“Um…” He says, nervously looking about for another spot, any other spot. None. “Okay.” He takes a deep breath and turns his blinker on. He turns to back up, and then he reverses. And it’s good at first. He might actually fit in this spot.

Mendel sees the hydrant. He swears he does. It just doesn’t…register. So he keeps backing up. And backing up. And backing up. And then there’s a crunching noise, and he’s slamming on the breaks, even though the car isn’t moving anymore anyway.

“Oh no.” Trina says.

“Oh no.” Mendel repeats.

“Maybe it’s not that bad.” She offers. Mendel wants to kiss her for that.

But instead, he just says, “Maybe.”

They both get out of the car. They both immediately get back in when they’re sprayed with hydrant water.

“Okay.” Trina says, wiping her face and making her eye make-up smear. “So it’s bad.”

“Very bad.” Mendel agrees.

“We should probably call the fire department.” She says.

“What if we just…leave?” He asks.

“That’s a hit and run, Mendel.” She replies, but the corners of her mouth are turned up in a hint of a smile.

In that moment, there’s something about her runny make up, her frizzy hair, her wet dress, that’s just completely irresistible to Mendel. He can’t help himself. He leans forward and kisses her.

It’s a quick kiss, a chaste kiss, and a soft kiss. It’s the kind of kiss shared by awkward, fumbly teenagers, not psychiatrists and divorcees. But it makes Trina gasp and Mendel’s heart skip a beat. And just like that, it’s over.

“I’m sorry.” Mendel says quickly. “I should have asked first.” But Trina doesn’t look upset. In fact, she’s smiling.

“We should probably still call the fire department.”

You have a fight with him backstage (Louis preference)

‘You promised, Louis!’ You couldn’t hide the feeling of disappointment. He promised tomorrow, on his day off, the two of you would do something together. And now he stood here telling you his friends were coming over from the UK, so the day needed to be canceled. ‘I know, I’m sorry… but-,’ He started but you interrupted him. ‘No, you are not sorry. If you don’t want to hang out together, just tell me Louis. If I’m wasting my time here. Just tell me!’ You snapped at him, and he didn’t take it too well. ‘Y/N… What is even your problem? You are here with me every single day on the road, I didn’t see those boys in over three months!’ He started yelling. This fight escalated quickly. ‘YEAH BUT YOU PROMISED! You PROMISED we would do something together! And here you are again! Changing the plans, like you always fucking do. So I ask you to just tell me if you don’t want to hang out anymore! So then I can leave!’ You shouted even harder. Louis turned his back on you and headed to the door. ‘ Well, maybe you should. Maybe you should actually leave!’ He said, with a not caring voice, while he opened the door. ‘I have a show to catch. Do what you want to do.’ And he was gone. Well… That pretty summed up the way he thought about you. You felt so angry, you grabbed a drinking bottle on the table and threw it hard to the door, where Louis disappeared, while letting out a frustrated growl. Tears started falling off your cheeks and you quickly tried to wipe them away. You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to leave. And he didn’t want you to leave either… You knew that… Of course you knew that. This was just the way you guys were. You could have these really heated arguments, but in the end… Neither you or him would even think about leaving this relationship. So you gathered yourself, touched up your runny make-up and left the backstage to watch the show in the audience.

You immediately noticed Louis was off. He wasn’t smiling, didn’t really talk to the audience and he kept looking backstage. You tried to make eye contact with him, just to let him know that you were still here. But he didn’t saw you. When the song was finished, you saw Louis saying something to Harry and leaving the stage afterwards. You hoped him to be smart enough to notice you didn’t pack any of your stuff, but you were not sure. You waited for him to return. It took so long. When they were in the middle of the next song, Louis appeared on stage again. And he looked even more awful than before. You realized it would just be better to go backstage again, and wait for the boys changing clothes, so he could actually see you. But when you tried to walk through the crowd, people started recognizing you. It was harder to push through and at some point you weren’t able to make it through alone anymore. ‘HEY BACK OFF!’ You heard Louis’ voice shout from the stage. You looked up and his eyes met yours. You found a lot of mixed feelings in his eyes. He looked relieved, but yet worried too, happy and angry at the same time. You saw him signing to the bodyguards they needed to help you. And soon enough, Paul was there to guide you out of the madness.

‘Thank you, Paul.’ You said when you entered the backstage. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were there? I could keep an eye on you!’ He said, raising an eyebrow. You nodded at the ground. ‘I know… I’m sorry. I forgot. I had a fight with Louis and yeah… I was a bit distracted I think.’ You explained yourself. ‘I think you were not the only one tonight, who was distracted.’ He smiled at you. You smiled back before he left to the sides of the stage again. The moment Paul left, you heard Louis voice boom through the hallways. ‘Y/N? Where are you?’ He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. ‘I thought you actually left… You know that?’ His voice sounded angry and out of breath. ‘You were gone. I thought you were gone.’ A moment of silence followed before you decided to say something. ‘You actually told me to leave, Louis.’ You said softly and calm, eyes locked on his. ‘You know very well that I don’t mean that…’. ‘Then don’t say such things!’ You snapped again. But instead of snapping back, Louis stepped closer and took you into his arms. ‘Are you okay?’ He asked into your hair. ‘Did they hurt you?’ And when you shook your head he tightened his grip. ‘I’m sorry… I know I promised.’ He began. ‘They’re coming the day after tomorrow. I texted them when I left the stage earlier. I literally thought I would have to fly over to get you back after the show. But now you’re here, if you like, we’ll make it a day for us tomorrow. Nothing in the way. Just you and me.’. You stepped back to look at him again and you smiled. ‘I’d love that…’ 

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You rolled onto your back, waking slowly in an unfamiliar bed. You sat up, wincing at the ache between your legs as flashes of last nigh replayed in your bed. Plump pink lips, muscles, eyes that went from sweet to demanding in a breath, and a name filtered in your mind. Liam.

This was a very male room with dark navy blue bed sheets and dark wood modern furniture. The curtains were pushed back to let the sun light in to reveal your clothes on the floor along with his.

You got to your feet, feeling the burn between your legs and noticing the marks he left on your thighs from his mouth and strong hands. Your body ached in the sweetest of ways, sated from sex with him and how amazing it was. You pulled on your panties, ready to be home soaking in a bath and bragging to your friends about your night with a fucking sex god, not wanting to overstay your welcome.

After your dress was put back on and your heels were in hand, you quietly crept down the stairs of the surprisingly large home. You wished vaguely that this would be more than just a one night stand with Liam, but you didn’t hold your breath on it. You looked up as the front door at the end of the hallway was opened to reveal the stunningly attractive male from the night before.

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