sebastian in the back right

Peter: Is Bucky your real name?

Bucky: Yes.

Peter: Do you like it?

Bucky: It’s fine.

Peter: Would you rather be named Bill?

Bucky: No.

Peter: Frank?

Bucky: No.

Peter: Mike?

Bucky: No.

Peter: Bob?

Bucky: No.

Peter: Ed?

Bucky: [turns to Tony] Does this belong to you?

Tony: Pete, you want a snowcone?

Peter: Yes, will you get me a snowcone?

Bucky: Absolutely. Go stand in the middle of the street and wait for me, I’ll be right back.

When I was in 8th grade a friend of mine and I were fucking around during our study period and he accidentally stabbed me in the arm with a pencil and the pencil was partially stuck in my arm but I was really shy in social situations so I just raised my hand and waited for the teacher to notice which took about five minutes so when he finally asked me what I needed I said “TJ accidentally stabbed me with a pencil a few minutes ago and now it’s hanging out of my arm, can I go see the nurse?”. He freaked out and yelled “OH MY GOD SEBASTIAN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME RIGHT AWAY?” And I said right back “please don’t yell at me, I have a pencil in my arm, if anyone is yelling it should be me” and that sums up my attitude and personality fairly well tbh

Buckle Up

Buckle  Up

1: “Its midnight! Where the hell were you?”
2: “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

This was a normal routine recently. Him disappearing in the evening and wouldn’t make it until in middle of the night, when his lovers head would already be resting on his side of the bed. Snuggled up in one of his overly sized plain shirts. Lace panties, a noiseless signal of what could have happened the night if he had just shown up.

Hair done just the way she knew he adores, clipped and sprayed in place.  With a bare face, because she finally felt at peace with the fact he loves her without it. Because him constantly assuring her that he loves her without anything, had finally jammed through the crakes in between her skull to her brain.

And yet he was a no show, even after the countless texts sent his way to remind him of the special day, the special day that she had organized to the last nano second. Dinner, followed by a movie she knew he loved- even tho she could count a hundred and three other things to do then watch it- with wine trailing behind, which would only of course lead to them together in their shared room.  

She even texted Chris, to make sure Chris knew of their plans and wouldn’t bombarded them with surprise plans- she knew Sebastian couldn’t decline an offer from one of his brothers he only got to see on rare occasions. She was always his second choice, probably always would be…

Her soft hiccups echoed throughout the four walls, it wasn’t her fault they had drifted apart. Work, work just got in the way. It wasn’t her fault Sebastian had to take Elizabeth to the banquet as his date and not his girlfriend, because work had kept her three hours extra. It wasn’t her fault Sebastian had decided that praising some other women’s cooking then her owns, she never had that much time to cook for him, not that she should be forced… it wasn’t her fault.

She turned around, sleeping on her back. Her pupils drifted from one figure on the wall to the next, she needed a distraction.  Something to take her mind off of him.

She stood up, walking with a pitter patter rhythm to the master bathroom.

Washing her face, she dried it with the paper towels perched up in its place, before walking out to the kitchen. She at least needed to get something in-

She froze in place, all the blood in her body going raw. Sebastian was opening the lock. Not knowing how to confront him, she bolted it back to their bed room, but it was too late. Sebastian had already opened the door.

“Hey beautiful.” He whispered, probably because the next door neighbors had filed the second noise complaint. “What are you still doing up?” He asked, carelessly taking his combat boots off, then his coat followed suite. He ran his fingers through his hair when he turned around meeting his lovers eyes.

“Hey,” She croaked, she didn’t know what to do. He had basically stood her up and didn’t seem quite bothered by it.

“I’m so thirsty.” He complained walking into the open kitchen, coming to a slow stop once he saw the dinner table transformed into a five star restaurant. The table was covered in red cloth, the decorative design looked like it was hand picked, as the edges were half circles with a red candle melted half way through, two plates that were filled to the brim with food now half eaten, as well as forks and dull knifes sat parallel to each other- albeit had some food particles decorating the silverware. Wine glass and half drunk bottle nestled into a woven basket. “What’s this?” He asked, turning around pointing to the set table.

“Anthony came over and we just… yah.” She lied, her words strained and forced. “He was loads of fun.” She continued, memories of her stress eating the food came flooding her mind.

“You cooked for Anthony?” Was the only thing to come out from between his chapped lips. As he turned around. A glass of water forgotten. “You’ve never cooked anything for me-”

“Why are you-?” She choked, her voice weary.

“What else happened,” Rubbing his hand over his face, Sebastian moved closer to (Y/N) her warm brown chocolate orbs stared right back into his dusty royal blue ones.

“Nothing.” She answered curtly.

“Nothing?” Sebastian scoffed, giving her a one over, his white plain shirt giving him perfect view of her red lace bra and panties, “Nothing?” He repeated, more aggressively. “Nothing?” He chanted, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up harshley to take a glimpse of her panties- just in case his mind was playing tricks on him. “Nothing?” He questioned, letting her shirt go, she stepped back in fear. He was a big man, wide and muscular, anything he did when he was angry had always sparked fear under her heart.

“I said nothing Sebastian!” She hollered back, pushing him away from her as he advanced to get closer to her.

“Nothing? That half eaten bread says something happened!” He pointed to where he would only assume Anthony had sat and eaten, “Those half filled wine glasses sure say something happened.” He laughed bitterly, running his hand through his hair walking back and forth trying to adjust to the news. “Hey, come back here I’m not done talking to you!” Sebastian wolfed, walking past his retreating girlfriend. “I said-”

“Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” Sporting an angry voice didn’t only seem fit for Sebastian. She whipped around, her voice and breathing raised an octave.  


“Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” She repeated, he stood star struck, why was she angry with him? His girlfriend just had dinner in his apartment without his knowledge- and god knows what they did together alone.

“I was out with Elizabeth-”

“Of course you were.”

“The hell are you complaining about, you had dinner with one of my friends-”

“Your an eye sore.” She complained, “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!” Like that the young brunet walked faster to their shared apartment, going strait into their closet and pulling a change of cloths for him. “Come back tomorrow for the rest.”

“You do realize that this is MY apartment…” Sebastian barked, pushing his spare cloths back on the ground from her hands.

“Fine then I’ll leave.” She answered. Pushing his large frame away from her. If anything, the man before her gave her an unsettling feeling at the moment. She had never felt unsettled around Sebba. As a matter of fact, she always found refuge in between his open arms, and solace when their lips molded together.

Pulling her back, Sebastian glared into her eye, “The hell happened with Anthony?” Seb roared while shaking her shoulders with each of his words.

“Nothing you idiot!” She slapped him away from her, shoving him to the side, “Because I lied. Anthony was never here! That dinner table was set for your sorry ass, but no, Sebastian Stan was way two busy hitting it off with Elizabeth Olson.” She grabbed her phone and wallet from table beside the door. Quickly shutting it once she grabbed her slippers and ran down the stairs. Sebastian hot on her trails.

“(Y/N)!” Sebastian chocked, as he tried to run after her. “It’s not what you think,” he whispered, watching as her retrieving figure disappear into the shadows of his apartment complex.

“-What about your relationship, how’s (Y/N), I believe that’s her name right?”  The press never had proof that she was real, that she really was dating the Sebastian Stan. They only knew her when Sebba would accidentally let a few words slip without having much time to think about them.

“She’s doing fine,” He rubbed his thighs before looking back at the reporter.

“Is she watching you right now?”

“I doubt it.” Stan laughed, thinking of other things you could possibly be doing by now.

“How would your cast describe your relationship?” The reported pressed, leaning the mike to Elizabeth who was practically giving it away that she knew something.

“Just last week he bought her a promise ring!”

“Elizabeth, please don’t-”

 "She wouldn’t mind,“ Olson assured shushing Sebastian up. "He bought her this infinity blue gem promise ring, we had to spend days together to just find the right one.”

“Wow, your really serious.” The male reported chuckled. Looking back at Olson, as she nodded her head like crazy.

“You wouldn’t even believe it.” She continued on, “We’ve been ring shopping for almost two months now!” Elizabeth giggled, “I’m surprised she didn’t think something happened.” Olson nudged Sebastian to the side, “Don’t  you want to say something to her?”

“Uh…” He broke under pressure. Especially if one of them was a lie he kept from all his crew members. It’s almost been a week since she disappeared on him. No trace no nothing. He texted about a hundred times a day, left voice mails endlessly. Even tried to call her mother, but apparently she didn’t pick up. As if matters couldn’t be worse, when he drove the eight hour road to go to her moms place, the new owner of the home said the former people who lived here had moved out a month ago prier to this day. “Call me,”

“Well, this is all we have for you, up next Chris Evan-” The TV went dead silent, a small mist of a rainbow left as the residue of colorful screen turned off. She looked behind her, her mother bringing a cup of coffee.

“So, how’s Sebastian?” Her mama asked, sipping her tea. “I’m really sad he couldn’t make it.” Her mom grumbled. “Was really looking to see him again, such a sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” The young lady sighed. Grabbing her phone and going to one of the many missed phone calls he had left. “He’ll be here soon.”

“Oh I hope, dear.”


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Never Grow Up - 1


SUMMARY: Sebastian watches his little girl grow up.

WARNINGS: fluff, my friends.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: you all know how much i love dad!seb so of course i’m going to write a short series about it. please don’t kill me lol. if you want to be tagged in this series, let me know! it’s going to be about 4 or 5 chapters. 


Sebastian held your hand through each push you gave. He peered over your bent legs and saw the baby’s head crowning. His eyes filled with tears, not believing the fact that the woman he loved was giving birth to his daughter. Their own daughter.

“You can do it, baby.” He leaned in close to your ear. “I see her little head.”

You squeezed Sebastian’s calloused hand a couple of more times before a cry broke out through the room. It was the loudest and most sharpest cry Sebastian had ever heard in his life, but it was something so beautiful. He wouldn’t ever forget it.

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come alive with every touch

Originally posted by teamsebstan

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female Reader
Rating: T - no real warnings.
Summary: You and Sebastian met a few months ago while he had a break between movies. Since then, you’ve grown close, and you decide to surprise him on location in Atlanta.
Author’s Note: Hi, hello. I’ve never posted RPF on this blog, but I had a request to write something for Sebastian Stan. General disclaimer: I don’t know Sebastian, or any of the people in his life. Any similarities are coincidental, and there’s no disrespect intended to anyone involved.

You’re nervous, to say the least. It’s a little crazy, what you’re doing, but you didn’t let yourself start second guessing.

The last time you Skyped with Sebastian, he looked and sounded so tired. Not just physically, but you could see it written all over his face. He’s running on fumes.

He loves his job. He’s told you as much, but you can tell it gets to him sometimes - the long hours and days that seem to bleed together. Your heart goes out to him, because if he’s feeling half as anxious as you are about your job, he’s probably teetering on the edge.

You’re in the back of a cab on the way to the location for his latest film, though he doesn’t know that. You were only able to get the info from his manager, whose details you had to hunt down online. You felt like a stalker, but it was all finally worked out. Turns out Sebastian had mentioned you enough that his manager knew who you were, and she helped you plan the whole thing.

Smiling to yourself, you hope he’s happy to see you. You haven’t seen each other in person in six months.

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“The floor beyond the stage is FILLED with people – among them Mia, beaming with pride. Sebastian smiles to her. Mia grins right back, heart swelling. This is the Echo, the first headline show for Keith’s band – yet right now, it’s as if Mia and Sebastian were the only two people here, echoing the spotlit fantasy when she first watched him play...

- la la land screenplay, by damien chazelle

Lovesick Blues Part 3

Originally posted by lancetucker

A/N: I might upload Nanny Daycare tomorrow.

Sebastian sat on his expensive leather chair in his large office, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He was frustrated because he didn’t know what was happening with his head. After almost a year of being single, his mind was wandering back to the greatness and stress free environment of a relationship. And not just a relationship with anyone, a relationship with Y/N perhaps. He knew that it was not the best of ideas, to date his own assistant. What would others say? What would she think? Would she reject, maybe thinking it’s very unprofessional?

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Extended Visit

Request: sebastian x reader, he’s been with his girlfriend for about a year and they wanna go to romania.the reader is hungarian, her family lives near the romanian border… they’ve never visited them before because they live in new york together… and when they land in budapest (our capital) the flights are cancelled and they decide to drive to her city and after that go to romania… they only wanted to stay for like 2 days or what but because of the horrible weather the family doesnt let them go so they stay there for a week… but  what is interesting is that her family doesn’t speak english so its a bit complicated to communicate, not even the reader’s sister who speaks german instead of english

A/N: This one is pretty specific, but as always, you can change some things up with your imagination. Some of the dialogue is in Hungarian, some in German, so, feel free to correct me if needed. Anyways, hope you like this imagine! Also, I added something at the end which I hope you don’t mind… I can’t really say much else without spoiling it. I have a few comments about that after the imagine, read them if you want.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Hungarian!reader

Words: 4,533

Warning: this imagine may be a bit fluff-ish

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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6

A/N: This part is a bit shorter than the previous ones, hopefully that’s not a problem. Again, I don’t want the story to move on to fast (you’re probably call out that bs when you reach the end but… i mean it, ok?) Hopefully you like this part!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Words: 1,845

Warning: none??

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Forever | 3: Regret

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 1080

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language

Characters (in order of appearance): Reader, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Paul Bettany

A/N: I started writing this in 2015, and it was v popular on wattpad so I thought, why not make it accessible to my pals on tumblr? pls bare with me as I post the next 10 chapters, and please, as always, let me know what you think!! I love hearing from y’all :)

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Worried Daddy [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: Do you think you could write an imagine where Sebastian has a kid with special needs? I hope your day goes better tomorrow too <3

a/n: we all need some daddy seb i feel like shit tbh

send me snippets from your imaginations

Big bright hazel eyes stare back at Sebastian and he frowns. He wishes you were here right now. “Come on, mon trésor (my treasure).” he coos, forearms resting against the car doorway; black suit jacket pulled up to his lower back. Logan just grunts, pointing at him.

A sigh falls from Sebastian’s lips. This is always how the day begins. Pushing himself off the car, he runs his hands through his slicked back brown hair before ducking his head. “Where did mommy put your chart…” he mumbles, more to himself than his son.

Grabbing the spongebob backpack, Sebastian unzips the large zipper, stray strands of hair tumbling in front of his pale face. His striped tie (very similar to the one he wore at Dalton) hangs mid air. “Da!” Logan beams, opening and closing his mouth, but not making words.

The dad snaps his head up, smiling widely. He loves hearing that one simple syllable. “I know, I know, I'm…” Sebastian stops when his nimble fingers find the laminated thin book, yanking it out with a smirk. “Dad knows.” he tuts proudly, handing the book to his son. “What is it, killer?” he asks, using the nickname for Blaine he had.

Logan points to the picture of you (right next to a picture of Sebastian; labeled ‘mom’ and ‘dad’), grunting. Frowning, the green eyed man scruffs his dress shoes on the ground. “Aw, bud, I know you want mommy.” he mutters, raking his hand through Logan’s short, uneven locks. “Mommy and I are gonna pick you up after school, alright?” he coaxes, watched his son slide out of the car. “There’s my big middle school boy!”

Grabbing Sebastian’s hand, the small boy hops, letting the lawyer pick him up slightly. Even though it kills his shoulder, the graduated Warbler laughs, walking into the building, book in hand. A teacher meets them at the entrance, grinning. “Hello, you must be Logan! I’m Mrs. B! It’s very nice to meet you!” the young blond smiles. Not condescending. Good.

The tiny brunette hides behind his daddy’s black dress pants, clinging to his long legs. Sebastian peers back, lips pressed in a tight line. “Logan…it’s okay, bébé (baby).” he hums, bending down to his son’s level. Logan grunts, pointing firmly at the door. “No, baby, you can’t go with me. Daddy’s gotta work.” he frowns, readjusting the small blue Transformers t-shirt. “Hey, why don’t you go play? Look, she has a chair like Mr. Artie!” Sebastian encourages, leaning close to Logan’s face.

Excitement bubbles in Logan and he dashes off, arms flailing. A sad yet proud smile appears on Sebastian’s plump lips and he stands up. “Here’s his communication book; if he doesn’t use it today…he needs time.” he whispers, handing the book to the women. “The nurse has his meds; helpful tip, mix it with his Gatorade. And he has his cup in his ba- oh! And an extra set of clothes, actually, my wife packe-”

“Mr. Smythe.” Mrs. B interrupts, hands in front of her dress. “I’m sure that we can handle another student. If anything comes up, we will call you immediately. But, it looks like Logan already made a friend!” she beams, pointing to the arts and crafts table.

With one last tip, Sebastian thanks her before strutting out of the school, shoving his hand in his suit pocket and taking out his phone. His fingers tap the screen quickly, lifting the phone to his ear. “Hey babe, just dropped him off.” he says, making his way to the car, licking his lips in the process.

You sigh on the other line, “How was it?” you ask, voice strained.

“It was…better than I’d thought it would be.” he admits, popping the door open. “We’re getting him at 3. I would go sooner but that’s the earliest I can get out of the firm…” Sebastian sighs, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Don’t worry, he’s going to have so much fun.”

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Flashing lights and loud yells. And all that was heard, seen even when the doors were still closed. You watched as everyone from the cast of Avengers got ready. Laughing, taking pictures, you were so cough up in this sweet moment that didn’t even notice Sebastian had come up to you and was now hugging you, with your back to his chest. 

“What are you thinking about?” he pulled me out of my thoughts. 

“Just how happy your guys are and how proud I am of everyone and “ you turned around placing your hands on his cheeks “how proud I am of you” gave him a kiss. A voice was heard behind your two. 

“Okay everyone you are going to leave one by one in one minute” hearing this you started to make way toward the other door that lead you around paparazzi and fans. You were not planing on going out with them. 

“Where are you going?” Sebastian said holding your arm and not letting go. 

“I’m going around.” You pointed the way you were planing to go. Sebastian laughed, pulled you back into his arms. 

“You’re coming with me.” without words coming out of your mouth, you shaked your head telling him now. Sebastian laughed at you reactions, to him it was one of the cutest things he has ever seen. “Yes you are. You were with me while filming, you were there for me when things were bad and good. And now i want to walk the carpet with you, so everyone knows who is the reason I made it this far.” his words shocked you, before you could react someone else did. 

“If you’re not going I am. Because that was fucking beautiful” Chris said and as you turning your head you noticed rest of the cast looking at the two of you, and wipe their fake tears away. 

“No need. I’ll go” you looked back at Sebastian and kissed him right before the doors opened and your eyes met with lights and cameras. 

The first few steps you took were shaky, but when Sebastian pulled you closer, your nerves calmed down. People were calling his name and even sometimes your.  big yell came behind you and Sebastian, when looking back you saw so many fans. Fans that you used to be a part of and still are. Some of them had posters some, had dressed up as their favorite character.  It was a beautiful sight to see. 

“You should go to them?” you whispered into Sebastians ear and he turned around to see all his fans. He gave you an are-you-sure, look to which you nodded turning around. He ran up to all the screaming fans, he looked so happy and they too. Sebastian signed some posters then jumped around lifting his hands in the air

“(Y/N) look” he yelled with a smile on his lips. He was like a little kid who has got his first bike. So happy, jumping around and laughing. At moments like this, were you could see him be happy and enjoy the fruits of his work, to be able to talk to people that have supported him for years, you feel blessed you have met him. And get a chance to be by his side. 

blackbutlersecrets  asked:

Hey! I just stumbled upon your account and took a liking to it. I love your blog! I have another sebaciel prompt, if you still feel like writing! Here it is: Ciel gets an injury that isn't REALLY all that bad but he exaggerates it in order to get out of some work and socializing for a few days. Of course Sebastian catches on. I'll leave the rest up to you! I was inspired to send this prompt in after reading your other one- your writing style is something to envy!

Hello! :) This ask is super nice; things like this are the best kind of pick-me-up on tough days, so thank you! <3 

I confess I was stuck on this prompt for a while, and I may have cheated a tiiiiny bit. There is a scene where Ciel fakes an injury, but it’s not… it’s probably not what you were expecting. However, this fic was a ton of fun to write, and I hope it’s just as fun to read for you! *smiles hopefully*

Rating: G

Warnings: Modern AU. I tried and probably failed, because I’m not British to make it sound British. Human!Sebastian. Also, very mild inappropriate language.

Sebastian is having an especially lovely dream about the white cat with the unbelievably soft fur that always greets him on the house steps when he is abruptly awoken by a demanding, and unfortunately loud, ten year old.

Ciel is small for his age, which, considering the amount of sweets the boy blackmails out of him on a daily basis, is rather surprising, but that fact doesn’t do much to make Sebastian enjoy waking up to his chest being crushed under the boy’s weight.

‘’Ciel,’’ he says, blinking blearily, ‘’what’s the matter? Did Mey-Rin set the towels on fire again?’’

‘’Sebastian,’’ the boy wails, moving in way that makes Sebastian worry some of his bones might not escape this as unbroken as he’d prefer them to. ‘’You promised you’d take me to the park today.’’

Sebastian’s gaze drifts to the calendar hanging next to the door opposite his bed. A bright red circle surrounds today’s date, with the words ‘’take Ciel to the park’’ scrawled hastily underneath. Shite, he thinks.

Ciel, observant little thing that he is, eyes Sebastian suspiciously. ‘’You didn’t forget, did you?’’ he asks.

Sebastian immediately slaps on the cheeriest smile he can muster. ‘’Forget? Why, of course not,’’ he says, ruffling Ciel’s hair as he picks him and sets him on the ground. He pushes the covers off, putting a pair of slippers on before picking the boy up anew and taking him into the kitchen. ‘’But let’s get you some breakfast first.’’

‘’I want cereal,’’ Ciel proclaims, holding on tightly—a bit too tightly— to Sebastian’s neck.

‘’Sure thing, little one,’’ Sebastian says, putting the boy down on a stool and watching as he places his elbows atop the kitchen counter, small feet dangling in thin air as he tries to reach the cereal box all the way on the other side of it. It makes for an endearing sight. The half-formed smile on his face wilts the moment he remembers, however. Shite, he thinks again.

After making sure Ciel is well and truly focused on his meal, Sebastian rushes to grab his phone. ‘’Mey-Rin,’’ he says, frantically running a hand through his sleep-mused locks. ‘’Where are you?’’

‘’Mister Sebastian,’’ the maid asks, voice shaky and uncertain. ‘’You gave me the day off, remember? Said you were going to spend the day at the park with Ciel, you did.’’

Shite, Sebastian thinks, for the third time that morning.  He makes sure to lower his voice to an almost inaudible whisper before continuing. ‘’I forgot, Mey-Rin,’’ he says, with the guilt of a man who knows he has committed an unabsolvable sin.

‘’B-but, but,’’ Mey-Rin stutters, suddenly just as uneasy as her contractor, ‘’Ciel—it’s, he’ll—he’ll be crushed.’’

‘’I know,’’ Sebastian says, fighting the urge to sigh.

‘’Why don’t you just take him, Mister Sebastian? I mean, it’s too late now. If you don’t, he will… Oh the poor thing…’’  

Sebastian can picture Mey-Rin theatrically clutching her heart as she speaks. The image doesn’t make it any easier for him.  ‘’But I haven’t prepared anything. Won’t he be more disappointed when he finds out?’’

‘’Miss Rachel always took him.’’

‘’But… Mey-Rin… the cake—‘’

‘’Take him, Mister Sebastian. He misses her. It helps him.’’

With a sigh of resigned agreement, Sebastian ends the call.

He walks back into the kitchen to find Ciel right where he’d left him, chocolate milk staining the sides of his mouth. A fond smile spreads across his features. ‘’Little one,’’ he calls, leaning on the doorway, ‘’finish up. We need to get going.’’

The boy turns around, beaming at him. He’s rushing out the door before Sebastian can even make sense of what happens. ‘’Don’t forget to wash up properly,’’ he calls after the small thing.

It’s raining dreadfully, and Ciel insists on stepping into every puddle that catches his sight, gifting Sebastian with glares that demonstrate his immense displeasure rather artfully—the boy always has had a penchant for the dramatic, Sebastian wonders where he gets it from sometimes—whenever the other tries to gently direct him away from them.

Oh well, Sebastian thinks, resigned, I’ll just have to get him new boots… and new pants, and a new raincoat, and—no, Ciel, not the lake. He brings a hand up to his forehead, And I mustn’t forget to pick up some painkillers at the pharmacy as well.

Fortunately, Sebastian manages to disabuse the boy of any desire for a morning swim.

When they arrive, they find the park almost completely empty. It is to be expected, no one in their right mind would go anywhere in this weather, and Sebastian is starting to severely doubt his parenting skills—surely there must’ve been something about setting boundaries in one of those books he’d picked up all those years ago—but then Ciel is smiling, free and wholly sincere, and Sebastian can’t help the grin that tugs at the corner of his own lip.

‘’Do you remember when we first met?’’ he asks the boy, pulling him into a small, covered alcove in front of a closed coffee shop. The storm is getting worse by the second.

Ciel looks up at him curiously. ‘’Of course I do,’’ he says, as if affronted by the sheer implication that he could ever forget.

‘’It was raining then too, wasn’t it?’’


‘’I was late for work, taking a shortcut through the park, when, to my astonishment, this small thing bumped into me,’’ Sebastian recounts, smiling all the while.

‘’I wasn’t that small,’’ Ciel protests, nose scrunched up.  

‘’Oh, but you were. Tiny little thing, I almost didn’t spot you,’’ he counters, pinching Ciel’s cheek. ‘’Then your mother rushed over, started lecturing me about being more cautious, and you, even though you were perfectly fine—you were a devious thing—started complaining about your ankle. Even struck your tongue out at me when she turned her back.’’

‘’I didn’t really like you at first,’’ Ciel admits, as if confessing a shameful secret.

Sebastian chuckles. ‘’It’s okay little one, you like me now, don’t you?’’

‘’Yes,’’ Ciel says, blushing, eyes focused on the ground. ‘’I lo-love you now.’’

Sebastian feels his eyes start to water. He knows, of course, has known since the first time Ciel had clutched his sleeve and begged him for a bedtime story, that night after Rachel’s accident. But hearing Ciel say it always makes something inside him ache with an uncontainable sort of joy.

‘’I love you too, little one. Very much,’’ Sebastian says, kneeling down and enveloping the boy in a suffocating hug.


‘’Yes, Ciel?’’

‘’I miss mum a lot,’’ Ciel says, voice choked up from unshed tears. ‘’I miss the cakes she used to make for us when we went to the park, I miss the way she’d smile, I miss her.’’ He tries to discretely wipe his eyes on the corner of his jumper.

Sebastian looks at the boy. ‘’I miss her too,’’ he says, voice barely higher than a whisper, as if he can’t bare the truth spoken any louder. ‘’Do you want to go visit her…’’ Even after four years, he still can’t bring himself to say the word grave.

‘’No,’’ Ciel says. ‘’But—Sebastian, you won’t, you’re not leaving me too, are you?’’

‘’Never. Not in a million years.’’

‘’Good,’’ Ciel says, with the sort of finality one uses when terribly overwhelmed.

Sensing the boy’s discomfort, Sebastian smiles—it is, perhaps, a bit more watery than he’d have liked, but it’ll do. ‘’Do you want to go annoy Mey-Rin on her day off?’’ he asks. ‘’We could even bake some cake together. What do you think, little one?’’

Ciel responds with a watery smile of his own, and, clasping Sebastian’s hand tightly, pulls him along.

‘’Oh, would you look at that,’’ Sebastian notes cheerily, squeezing Ciel’s hand as if to remind him of his promise once more, ‘’the rain stopped.’’

… … … … … …

A/N: This isn’t the kind of thing I normally write, and, as fun as experimenting with their portrayal was, even as I type this, I feel a bit… apprehensive, I suppose. I hope it’s not completely horrible, though. :)

anonymous asked:

love your writing! i wanted to request an imagine about seb. and i don't know if you saw the james cordon interview he did but he was flirting with sharon stone being very confident then once she calls him cute, he gets flustered and i was wondering if you could do one based on that (:

sorry for the super long wait!!

Dinner? (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Word Count:  1870

Cushioned into the corner of the couch, beside two very attractive men, you didn’t know what you were going to do with yourself. It’d only been recently that you’d popped up in the media as a result of some small, though brilliant, short, indie film that made its way to mainstream Hollywood. And yet, here you were. On James Corden. With Sebastian Stan, sitting to your left. Beside him, Chris Evans. Nearly shaking with anxiety for being on your first real night show.

God, what had you gotten yourself into.

As the audience’s applause begins to fade out, with a grin and the cards in his hand, James starts, “What a fun couch! I’m so happy you’re all here. Chris,” who gives a curt nod with that famous bearded smile of his, “thank you for being here. [Y/N], thank you so much for joining us for your first show, I cannot begin to tell you how brilliant you are, and to come out of nowhere like that!”

The audience screams, and immediately, color fills your cheeks as you nod, laughing. It was still all so surreal, being here, being this. Famous. Waving your hand, you shrug off his compliments, remaining modest.

And with being in the corner, you’ve positioned yourself with your legs crossed, turned more towards James’s chair, so when he moves on to Sebastian, you almost have to turn your body completely to face him. Though you’re not exactly complaining at the view.

“And Sebastian, I’m so excited that you’re here, and apparently, you’re excited you are also excited!”

With his legs spread, leaning comfortably against the back of the couch, Seb’s face is completely serious when he replies, “No, I am, I wanna thank you because.. I finally, thank you,” And you watch as he gestures between himself and… You. “For this. Tonight.”

And without warning, that same hand that gestured between you two falls down and finds your own, bringing it to your knee. Everything inside of you is ignited, and though the warmth in your face gives it away, you play along, grinning, placing your other hand on his.

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Difficult one here. Go for the full frame shots or get it over with quickly? All is good. (x)

You Didn’t See That Coming?

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Imagine: You are Sebastian Stan’s girlfriend, and Sebastian and you are the goofiest couple ever. Always throwing pick up lines at each other, pranking each other, etc.

A/n: Can’t stay off tumblr, because I love it yet hate it so goddamn much, so I’m probably gonna get an onslaught of imagines and oneshots out to help y’all calm down. Hope this gets your mind off the you-know-what

Genre: Romance, Humor, Friendship

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Fluff, cheesy pick-up lines, just fluff all around. You get a fluff, and you get a fluff! You all get a fluff!

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines, Captain

Sebastian Stan was the most adorable and sweetest man you had ever met in your whole life. One of the funniest, might you add. He was always so happy, always had a smile on his face, and was always cracking jokes with everyone to lighten up their day. His eyes always reminded you of that night you and him spent on the beach in Harbour Island in the Bahamas. 

In short, Sebastian Stan was the one man you adored and loved unconditionally. However, you two weren’t a normal couple. You were the most goofiest couple anybody would ever see. As Chris Evans, a good friend of Sebastian and your partner-in-crime, had said. 

“You two are one of those couples that you just gotta always ask ‘how the fuck did this happen?’”

It’s true that you and Sebastian were an unexpected match, but everyone had to agree that they should have seen it coming. You and Sebastian had met during the filming of The Bronze, as you had gotten a minor role of playing a competitor in the Olympics that Coach Tucker was training. You two had hit it off almost immediately. 

Sebastian always says when an interviewer asks about you that he was drawn to your quirky demeanor, the witty comments you would jab at him, and the way that you smiled at his corny jokes. You always say that you were drawn to his ‘Gloriously awesome muscles and those Thighs of Betrayal’. In the end, you two were like magnets and metal.

You never really thought about dating, but with Sebastian? It was on your mind 24/7. He was just so sweet and kind and funny and never seemed to leave your mind. You really didn’t want to let him slip between your fingers like sand, and Sebastian, thankfully, felt the same way. 

So, you had asked him out to dinner, quite boldly and bravely. You still chuckle at the memory of Sebastian’s shocked face, the thermos in his hand dropping and coffee spilling everywhere.

“Let’s make that a coffee date instead,” you remember saying. Sebastian couldn’t agree more with you. At least, you thought he couldn’t. If he didn’t, you two wouldn’t be dating, right?

Currently, you and Sebastian were sitting at a picnic table, side by side, in a park that resided in his hometown of Constanța, Romania. Families walked around, children played, and dogs ran about the park, creating a lovely scene for most. 

You were sipping on some tea as Sebastian sipped water, both as you two kept elbowing each other. Sebastian then pinched your side, making you squeal, and you both laughed.


“What? You were totally asking for it.”

You pouted at him, but in the end, you both still laughed. Then, a brilliant idea flew into your head. You seductively pressed your side into his, asking while batting your eyes at him, a smirk on your lips.

“Hey, sexy. Can I get your number?”

Sebastian laughed a bit and shot right back, making sure to push his left side into yours.

“Depends, doamnă drăguță, can I get yours?”
(Pretty lady)

Being the quick minded and witty person you were, you fired right back at him, the smirk growing on your lips as his eyes widened just slightly.

“Depends, what are you gonna do to get it?”

You face went red as Sebastian said, catching you completely off guard, a sly smirk adorning his lips.

“I can do you, if you want.”

It was a quiet moment as you both stared at each other, him looking at you with a sultry look, and you with wide eyes and a red face.  Then, you both bust out laughing, your head falling onto the table. Sebastian snickered a bit and said.

“I bet you weren’t expecting that, you dork.”

“I admit, I didn’t see it coming, you jackass.”

You both chuckled a bit before going back to sipping your drinks, your knees and feet kicking and bumping each other, enjoying the sunny day as glances continued to be exchange. You had to admit it: you and Sebastian were pretty goofy, but in the end of it all, you wouldn’t have him any other way.


I'll be home for Christmas


 “I’m sorry Seba I was looking forward to spending Christmas with you to,” a smile crossing your features while walking towards the airport terminal.

Deep sigh leaving his lips as he rested his cell between ear and shoulder tying up the last and smaller gift. “When will your flight leave?” Sebastian knew how important those last minute book signing events were to you and couldn’t begrudge you for going to Atlanta for your fans.

“Sunday night all the other flights were booked solid I was lucky to get this one,” finding a seat you had to cover the microphone or your surprise would be ruined.

After all you managed to finish up the signing of your latest book early an idea popped into your head on how to surprise your boyfriend of three years. Neither of you having seen the other for the last six weeks, Sebastian filming his last project before the Christmas season. While you’d been promoting your latest best seller. Now you’re heading home to New York but telling Sebastian you won’t be back till later. Knowing how heartbroken he’d be right now yet hopefully ecstatic to see you once your home.

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