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[greeneyessmize]

So... if you have been around long enough to watch Profane Red to go from Polin to Lukola to Jakola, you've seen her through:

1. An incredibly intrusive, and at times imaginative, timeline she made of Luke & Nicola and people near them that she attempted to monetize.

2. Her increasingly gross and out of pocket reels and memes of them both.

3. The discord teenager & AI adult content incidents.

4. The selfie stick of just asking for an RO debacle.

5. Her claiming a certain person was gay before entirely flipping to saying he was a main love interest.

6. Her discord's abuses of members. It's a cesspool in there. Sorry if it's your only discord. Sincerely :/

7. Her decision to join Tumblr and drag along trolling jackals that drove many people to stop posting here at all. I blocked well over 100 people before she left.

8. The crazy Paris and Cannes appearances.

9. The party where people were pretending to lick the cleavage of a cardboard cutout of Nicola.

10. The gaggle of jakolas (yes, they were observed speaking of jakola things) & her getting stage door shut down for not scooting along when their fair time was completed. Singing at an actress trying to see other people at stage door? How obsessed are you??

So... whatever you want to call her, I hope she has sturdy restraining orders in place from all she has harassed because she is clearly not reigning in any impulses. And yeah, I have seen her pretending to be done with Bridgerton... but she loves attention and nothing will erase the bullhockey she and her primary group have pulled and continue to pull.

And if you weren't aware of all the things I mentioned? Feel free to ask around in lukola world. There are receipts. I also didn't even scratch the surface on the vile stuff that has happened.

PS: Beware of savage flipfloppers too.

[delightfuldreamlandbeliever]

All I am saying is this...

REAL does not have patterns. REAL does not have "I don't want people in my home and private life" and then dragging your supposed "private life" out in the open every fucking chance you get, with articles written about your nobody "partner" as if they're somebody. And most of all REAL doesn't need constant "prove" that you're definitely with a specific person and not with another.

You make of that what you will...

[biancasaidstfu]

I’ve been neutral towards Jake and been hoping for the best for him but after this shit?

BYE.

It only takes ONE time to turn me off completely and that limit has been reached.

[record-years]

This!!!!

[record-years]

Sage because omg Lukola fandom needs it after the last 72ish hours.

[biancasaidstfu]

Our girl is a SAG nominee!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Bridgerton as well! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[record-years]

This makes me so happy!!

[record-years]

Just a post to get a certain cultural appropriating, racist, unsympathetic, vile human from being on my top 2 posts by people I follow.

Hopefully there will be no more of this person on my feed or I will be unfollowing some people.

[bbgem329]

If Only You Were Mine… Prologue

Pairings—CEO!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary

You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes since the moment you laid eyes on him. That was five years ago, when your older sister brought him home for a Sunday lunch and introduced him as her boyfriend.

Series Warnings

MINORS DNI, 18++, lots of angst, unrequited love, emotionally abusive family, infidelity, eventual smut.

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Prologue

You never should’ve let it go this far.

You knew that.

The moment your sister, Carly, showed up for your families traditional Sunday lunch, almost five years ago, with the most beautiful man you’d ever seen on her arm, and your heart nearly beat right out of your chest when he’d smiled at you, you should’ve run.

Not that you could have, you were just a senior in high school at the time, still stuck living under your parents roof.

But you could have—should have considered it when deciding which university to attend later that spring.

Looking back now, you had no real reason to stay.

Your parents were shit, far too busy running a large corporation, attending lavish parties, and enjoying the finer things in life. They cared far more about their reputation and image than their own children.

Well, too busy for you.

They worshiped the ground your siblings walked on.

Aiden was the first born—their heir.

The moment your parents became aware of his existence, it was decided that he would be the one to inherit (Y/L/N) Corporation. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was never given the choice but simply expected to follow in your father’s footsteps.

Next came Carly, your father’s pride and joy. His princess.

She was perfect in your parents eyes and could do no wrong. She was everything you were not. With a perfect body. The perfect face, hair, eyes, and smile. She did as told, exceeded each and every one of their expectations—whether it be graduating at the very top of her class or attending Columbia University just as your parents had.

Even more so when she started a relationship with the son of your father’s business partner.

Then there was you.

You were an accident.

Your parents never wanted or planned for another child, but three years after Carly was born, you arrived. They couldn’t be bothered with the idea of caring for another baby and you were left to be raised by the nannies.

As time went on, it became increasingly more apparent that they didn’t care. Despite all the years of trying your best to impress them and fight for their attention, it never mattered.

You weren’t the heir, nor your father’s princess.

You were never good enough.

You didn’t matter.

Until that fateful Sunday all those years ago.

James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky as you’d come to call him, for the first time in your entire existence, made you feel important.

He saw you—listened to you. Cared for you.

This six foot two, beefy man with the most gorgeous blue eyes and kindest smile, grew to be more than just your sister’s boyfriend as time went on.

He was everything.

Your best friend. Your rock. Your family.

And unknowingly, the love of your life.

So yeah, you should’ve ran.

Given your parents the bird and fled the moment that high school diploma was placed in your hand. Maybe you could have followed your dreams to see the world or at least attend a university halfway across the continent.

Anything to escape the life you were stuck living now.

But leaving Bucky Barnes was an impossible task.

Not when you knew that deep down, he needed you just as much as you needed him.

So you stayed.

Even if it tore you apart—the cracks in your heart growing each time he spoke about his love for your sister, witnessed an intimate moment between the pair of them, or the simple burden of knowing that Carly didn’t love nor care for him in the way you know he deserved.

You just wondered how much more you could take before your heart shattered completely—until there was nothing left but a gaping hole in the space it had once rested in your chest.

Because Bucky Barnes wasn’t yours.

And he never would be.

Despite how much you wished it.

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[record-years]

A new story you say?!

[bbgem329]

Just One Night—Chapter Fifteen

Pairing—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

MINORS DNI, 18++, Smut, unprotected sex, fluff, dad!seb, pregnancy, lil angst.

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May 17, 2021

“And I help bunica make cookies, daddy!” Theo exclaimed, proudly. The words echoed loudly throughout the small expanse of the elevator and Sebastian shot the older woman behind them an apologetic smile but she waved him off with a little giggle.

“Cookies?” He gasped, blue eyes widening significantly as he turned his attention back to the tot in arms. “What kind of cookies?”

“Chocolate chip!” Theo giggled, patting his tummy with a small smirk and a little shrug. “They yummy.”

“I bet they were.” He pecked his chubby cheek before stepping off the elevator when it opened to their floor. “Did you and bunica eat them all?”

“No.” Theo pouted, shaking his head. “Bunica put some in my bag for you, momma, and babies.”

Sebastian placed the three year old back on his feet, adjusting his new captain America backpack over his own shoulder before pulling the keys from his pocket and unlocking the door.

“Aw, bubs. That’s kind of you. I can’t wait to eat them.” He beamed, guiding him through the threshold. “I’ll bet momma will be so happy. She likes cookies a lot lately.”

After hanging his keys up, Sebastian was quick to remove Theo’s yellow rain boots and matching raincoat, hanging them up in the front closet before slipping off his own jacket and shoes. Theo continued to babble about his fun-filled day with his Bunica as they ventured further into the dimly lit apartment.

He knew (Y/N) was home, he’d seen her work shoes stored away and her keys on the hook, so he was a little surprised to find the kitchen still dark and empty. Usually, she’d have dinner ready or was at least in the midst of preparing it by the time they arrived home. They’d fallen into a pretty regular routine since they moved in a few weeks ago, especially on days she worked.

“Babe?”

Without a second thought, he flicked on the lights in the kitchen, illuminating the open space as he moved around to unpack the lunch box she’d left on the island and the one she’d sent, packed full of snacks for Theo this morning.

“Shh.” Theo hissed, appearing in the doorway that led to the living room, his index finger held to his lips. “Momma sleeping on the couch.”

Sebastian’s brows furrowed as he made his way around the island to follow the toddler into the darkened space. He switched on a tall lamp behind the couch, allowing him a better view of (Y/N) sprawled across the cream couch, still dressed in her navy scrubs and jacket, sound asleep.

Little snores spilled from her pouty lips, eyelashes fluttering across rosy cheeks as one hand rested protectively over her swollen abdomen and the other hung loosely over the side of the couch. Sebastian’s heart clenched in his chest at the sight, a soft sigh tumbling from his own lips.

She was overworking herself. Again.

He really couldn’t fault her for it. She was so selfless and giving, sometimes a little too much. When they asked her to stay over or called her in the early hours of the morning to come in on a day off because someone called in or didn’t show up, she didn’t have the heart to say no. She was a damn good nurse and she really did love her job but they were taking advantage of her kind heart at this point. It shocked him to his core honestly. She was five months pregnant with twins, and her employer still had the audacity to ask her to come in after working three, twelves in a row or to pull a sixteen by staying an extra four hours. She was working fifty plus hours each week for the past two weeks.

Something he didn’t agree with, at all.

Each time he woke to that damn phone ringing between the hours of five and six in the morning, he’d debate throwing it at all the wall or snatching the phone from between her fingers and telling them to fuck off for her.

She may not have the heart to say no but he sure as hell did.

And when she’d drag her tired body from their bed, stumbling about as she slipped into her scrubs, and mumbling some lame excuse, “It’s healthcare, baby, they're always short. I’m sorry but they really need me today.” He’d question why the hell he didn’t do just that. But he kept his mouth shut, got up to help her put a lunch together and make her breakfast.

She never complained, not once. She’d simply plaster on a smile, despite the lack of sleep and energy that were conveyed in her pale complexion and swollen eyes, and kiss him softly goodbye when he walked her to the door.

“Bubs, why don’t you hang your backpack up in your room, change into your pjs—remember we set your star wars ones out on your bed this morning—and I’ll order some dinner. How does tacos sound? Or do you want taco salad this time?”

The toddler seemed to ponder for a moment, bottom lip caught between his teeth, “Tacos!” He declared with a grin before scurrying off and up the stairs.

Once he saw the light flick on at the top of the steps he pulled out his phone and quickly ordered the food before propping himself on the edge of the couch, next to (Y/N)’s sleeping form.

“Pretty girl.” He whispered, brushing his fingers down her cheek, “Time to wake up.”

She moaned softly, eyes fluttering as she struggled to fight sleep. Her body subconsciously slid closer, curling around his, in seek of his natural warmth and familiar comfort. She looked so cuddly and inviting, he almost wished he could join her but he had a toddler and pregnant girlfriend to feed, and if he let her sleep now, she might not later.

“Hi, baby.” He said softly when her (Y/E/C) eyes fluttered open to meet his.

“Hi.” She whispered, voice still thick with sleep, a lazy smile spread across her lips as she reached up to run her fingers along his scruffy jaw. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, pretty girl.” He grinned, pulling her up and into his lap before cupping her jaw and planting a sweet kiss on her pouty lips. He chuckled softly when she pulled back to bury her face in the crook of his neck, one hand lifting to brush lightly across her bump as the other rubbed down her back. “Thought about you all day. “

“Yeah?” She mumbled against his skin, her arms tightening around his middle, fingers grasping the back of his t-shirt.

“Yeah.” He kissed her cheek, nose moving to brush through her hair. “I worry about you.”

“‘M fine.” She slurred, shifting to rest her cheek against her shoulder so she could gaze up at him through lidded eyes. “Just little tired, that’s all.”

He nodded, more so to himself, “I ordered some dinner. From the Mexican place you like. It should be here in twenty.”

“I’m so sorry.” She sat up abruptly, attempting to wiggle herself out of his hold. “I meant to make dinner. I just wanted to sit for a second and I guess I fell asleep-”

“Shh.” He interjected, drawing her in tighter to his chest and running his fingers through her hair. “It’s alright, pretty girl. Your body clearly needed the rest.”

“Mhmm.” She chuckled softly, “The babies are taking a lot of energy to grow.”

“They sure do.” He smiled, glancing down at her swollen belly, fingers stroking lightly across the stretched skin beneath her scrubs.

He glanced up at her a moment later, clearing his throat, and biting down on his lip, “I do need to talk to you about something though.” She shifted nervously in his lap, sentiments quick to turn anxious and hesitant. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s nothing bad. I just—and hear me out—I wanted to maybe talk to you about taking some time off.”

(Y/N) breathed out a sigh of relief, body relaxing back into his, “I have the next four days off and I promise you if they call, I won’t pick up.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He shook his head. “Listen,” His hands found her cheeks, gently tilting her head to look at him. He needed to explain this without setting her off. He knew how important work was to her—for her to make her own money. She didn’t want to depend on him like that—didn’t want him to think she was using him for his money. “I know you love your job but they are wearing you thin. Normally, I’d let it slide but, baby, you’re pregnant. You shouldn’t be on your feet for that long. It’s strenuous work and it’s hard on your body to begin with.” He paused, eyes searching hers, “I just wanted to talk about maybe taking time-”

“How long?” She whispered, her voice was so soft he was taken aback for a moment. She blinked a few times, furiously brushing the back of her hand across her cheeks before he realized she was on the verge of crying, eyes glazed over with fresh tears. He shouldn’t be surprised, her emotions were all over the place these days, even the tiniest mishap or heartfelt moment had her sobbing, but it still broke his heart to see her cry.

“Oh, dragul meu.” He mumbled, rocking her in his embrace as the tears rolled down her rosy cheeks. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry. I was just thinking about how we’re going to need all hands on deck for a while after the twins are born and a three month maternity leave might not be enough time off for you.” He paused, wiping softly at her cheeks, “I make more than enough to provide for us and I want you to be able to focus on taking care of yourself right now and then enough time to bond with our babies.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, allowing his lips to linger there for just a moment as she sobbed quietly, “I—I don’t want to mooch off your money. I can work.”

“I know that, baby. I know.” He tucked a strand of her behind her ear, index finger lifting her chin, “but you don’t have to. I know you aren’t with me for money. Our family and friends know that too. I don’t care what anyone else says, the people that matter know the truth.” He continued, “I know it’s a lot to ask you to quit your job but it would make me feel so much better. I worry about all the hours you’re on your feet and the workload.” He took a deep breath, “Would you consider taking time off, maybe just until the twins are a year old? And if you want to go back after that’s fine, if not, that’s fine too. But it would give you more time to spend with Theo before he has to share us with two younger siblings, and we can prepare for the babies together—you know we still have a lot to do.”

She nodded, pressing her face into his chest.

“We could prepare the nursery and then you and Theo could come to Atlanta with me to film in mid June. I talked to my team, the Russo brothers, and Anthony too, they are all more than okay with you both flying down with me. That way we don’t have to be apart for long. I told you I’d be here every step of the way and I’d take care of you so let me do this please.”

She lifted her head to meet his gaze, sniffling softly as she wiped at her cheeks, “Okay.”

“Okay?” He wondered hesitantly, large hands running tenderly along her sides.

She nodded, offering him the smallest smile, “Yeah. I’ll put my two weeks in tomorrow. We can stop by the hospital after our appointment.”

A big grin split across his face, his arms wrapped tightly around her back, clutching her to his chest. “I love you, (Y/N/N).” He whispered, lips brushing tenderly against her own. “So so much.”

“I love you more.” Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, giving it a firm tug so she could kiss him harder—pouring every ounce of love and adoration she could muster into it because no words could ever come close to expressing just how she felt about him.

“Why don’t we eat when the food gets here, I’ll put Theo to bed, and then we can take a bath.” His lips trailed across her cheek and down her jaw, “How does that sound, hm?”

“Sounds perfect.” She keened at his tone of voice, shivers dancing up her spine at the feeling of his lips finding the sweet spot just below her ear, sucking at the skin before soothing over him with his tongue.

“Momma!”

She jumped out at the sound of Theo’s voice, scrambling to her feet just as the toddler hopped down from the last step. “Hi baby.” She smiled, opening her arms to catch him as he leaped into her embrace. She shifted him to her hip, his little arm wrapped around her neck as she planted sloppy kisses to his cheeks. “I missed you, bubs. Did you have fun with Bunica today?”

“Yeah, momma.” The toddler giggled loudly, struggling to dodge her kisses, “Missed you. We made you cookies.”

“You did?” She asked, a radiant smile on her face. “It must be my lucky day. I can’t wait to try them.”

“Daddy and babies eat some too.” He asserted, shooting her what she assumed to be a stern look by the way his eyes narrowed and lips pursed. An expression that looked scarily similar to his dads. “We share.”

“You’re right, baby.” She chuckled, combing through his curls, “Sharing is caring, isn’t it?”

“Yup.” He grinned, popping his ‘p’. “Sharing is caring!”

Sebastian appeared at her side, lifting Theo from her arms. Once the toddler was back on his little feet, he kneeled beside him, lifting her scrub top so that Theo could give a proper greeting to his unborn siblings. The man glanced up at her every so often offering her a brilliant smile as they both whispered sweet words and kisses to her swollen abdomen.

(Y/N) swore her heart never felt so full. She thought herself the luckiest woman in the world and she often wondered what she did to deserve to have the privilege of returning home to these two. Especially on bad days like today. Effortlessly, they lifted her spirits and renewed her soul. A smile, a kiss, a tender touch here, and an ‘I love you’ there and all worries and concerns were forgotten, leaving no room for anything but happiness, love, and comfort.

They were worth everything.

And if giving up her job meant more time to spend with them and care for them, she’d do it in a heartbeat.

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“Are you going to join me, or what?” Sebastian called from the bathroom, sinking back into the warm, bubbly water. He knew she preferred the water hot—practically boiling—but he’d recently read that soaking in water above a certain temperature while pregnant could increase the risk of neural tube defects. Whatever that meant, he wasn’t going to risk it. “I drew this bath for you, prinţesă. You better get that cute little ass in here before I come get you myself.”

“Patience is a virtue, love.” (Y/N) chided playfully. He could practically hear the eye roll in her tone.

“Baby-” His mouth snapped shut at the sight of her in the doorway. She looked absolutely breathtaking with her (Y/H/C) hair cascading effortlessly down her back, her light pink, silk robe, although tied securely just above the swell of her bump, hung off her shoulders, exposing the tops of her enlarged breasts and collar bones. Her widening hips swayed teasingly with each step she took.

He couldn’t help the groan that spilled from his pink lips, his cock hardening beneath the water from the mere sight of her like that. Because fuck she was absolutely glowing and he did that to her. He put, not just one, but two babies in her. She belonged to him and it had never been more obvious than now. It caused his heart (and his cock) to swell with the utmost pride.

And then she untied the robe, letting it slip off her shoulders to pool lazily around her feet, exposing her naked body to his lust filled gaze, and he was done for. If he didn’t get his hands on her in the next three seconds, and inside her in the next thirty, bath time was over and he would take her to bed and spend the next few hours making her cum over and over, until she begged him to stop.

He couldn’t decide which option was better.

“Are you drooling?” She giggled, patting his cheek as she stepped carefully into the tub.

“You’re fucking gorgeous I can’t help it.” He muttered, hands trailing up her smooth thighs, to rest on her waist and guide her to sit between his parted legs. “It’s really unfair.”

“Flattery will get you far in life, Mr. Stan.” She sighed, sinking back into his bare chest, the apples of her cheeks sporting a subtle blush. “Oh-” She shifted, wiggling her hips, “Someone’s excited.”

“Like I said,” He hissed, lips already finding their rightful place on the skin between her jaw and collarbone, “I can’t help it.”

She moaned softly, head tossed lolled against his shoulder, one hand coming up to tangle in the thick hair at the back of his head as he began to suck softly at her pulse point.

He knew he wasn’t playing fair, his touch alone was enough to set her body on fire. She was practically putty in his hands these days with all those hormones pumping through her veins. Not to mention, how sensitive she’d become. He was almost certain he could get her off right now with a few swipes of his thumb across her swollen bud, with the way she was grinding her ass against his hardened length, thighs already trembling between his own.

“Please.” She gasped, clutching desperately at the sides of the tub. “Need you inside me, Seb. Wanna cum on your cock.”

“Shh, baby.” He soothed, one hand wandering between their bodies to grasp his swollen cock as the other pressed on her back, guiding her up and forward. “I got you. Go on, pretty girl. Take a seat.”

She didn’t waste a second, shifting back before dropping back down and sinking effortlessly down on his hardened length.

The high pitched mewl she let slip, paired with how easily he slid into her warm, wet walls, had a broken groan tearing through his chest, hips bucking involuntary into her already pulsing pussy.

“Fuck. You feel like fucking heaven.” He moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as his hands found her hips, lifting her up before slamming her back down, the fat head of his cock brushing deliciously against the spongy spot within her and kissing her cervix with each thrust. “Just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

One hand left her hip as she set a brutal pace, doing just as she was told and desperately fucking herself on his thick length, his digits found her swollen clit effortlessly, swiping lightly across it.

“Yes, yes. Don’t stop.” She keened, white knuckling the sides of the tub, head tossed back against his shoulder, and back arching in attempts to grind herself against his touch. “Please, don’t stop. God, I'm gonna cum.”

His fingers worked faster as the other hand wrapped firmly around his throat, lifting his own hips to thrust steadily up into her tight cunt. He groaned, nipping at the skin on her shoulder when her walls clenched around his length, he was unable to pull all the way out before they were sucking him desperately back in.

“Go on.” He encouraged, voice raspy and low. He could feel his own end approaching by the pressure building steadily at the base of his spine. “Come on, pretty girl. Let go for me.” He pinched and rolled her engorged bud between his fingers, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when she gasped loudly, her quivering thighs attempting to close around his hand, only for him to force them open by parting them further with his own thighs. He planted his feet flat on the bottom of the tub, thrusting desperately up into her, the new angle causing him to slam repeatedly into her sweet spot. “Cum with me.”

A broken cry spilled from her lips, echoing throughout the bathroom as the pressure building within her naval snapped, and she gushed around his throbbing cock. Her body twitched against his own, hands clawing at his thighs in attempts to ground herself through her earth shattering orgasm.

“There ya go, baby.” He panted, “Fuck. Good girl.” The way her walls spammed and pulsed around him, milking his cock for all its worth caused his own hips to stutter and a string of grunts to spill from his swollen lips before pressing as deep into her as he could and painting her walls with his cum.

(Y/N) collapsed limply against his chest, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed, a sheen of sweat coating the tops of her shoulders, chest, and back. He allowed her a second to catch her breath, peppering kisses along her shoulders, neck, jaw, and cheek between soft words of praise as his softening cock remained tucked within her warm walls.

“I love you.” He mumbled, one hand stroking her bump while the other combed through her damp hair. “I love you so fucking much. I hope you know that.”

“I love you too.” She mumbled, expression still dazed and eyes glazed over. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Me neither, baby.” He whispered, kissing her temple. “Me neither. You’re all I need.”

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“So I’m literally printing all the articles off that you’re mentioned and I’m going to frame them and hang them up in my house because—shit, my sister’s famous.”

“Fuck off, Katie.” (Y/N) hissed, rolling her eyes playfully. “That’s not even funny.” She shot Sebastian a glare when he failed to stifle a laugh. “And what articles? There is like one.”

“Three actually.” The woman corrected, lifting up a few sheets of paper. The wicked grin she wore was clear as day through facetime, one that meant she was up to no good.

“Oh my God. You actually printed them out?” (Y/N) chuckled, eyes narrowing as she waved them in front of the camera. “What the Fuck.”

“Duh.” Katie huffed, “You know they’ve really taken to you, (Y/N/N)—Sebastian, your little heartfelt post worked wonders, these articles are just the cherry on top.” She feigned a gag, her expression filled with disgust. “God, your story is so romantic it makes me sick.”

“You’re just jealous, Kate.” Sebastian spoke up, eyes leaving the road for a split second so he could stick his tongue out at her when (Y/N) panned the camera onto him. “Don’t worry, I’ll post a picture of you too if you want.” He paused, biting down on his lip, “Hey, isn’t your birthday coming up? You know, I have some really good pictures of you from Christmas.”

Katie gasped, a hand pressed offensively to her chest, “You wouldn’t!”

“Ah. But I would.” He smirked devilishly, wiggling his brows. “It’s alright, some people just can’t handle their eggnog. No big deal.”

“Whatever.” She shrugged, “I’m a cute sleeper anyways.”

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head, “You were literally using the toilet as a pillow. Your drool was dripping down the side.”

“Hey, beggars can’t be choosers.” She snapped, sporting a childish pout, “Anyways, I know you both are taking a little break from social media so I wanted to let you know that people seem to be taking it well.” She giggled, “I saw the picture on my for you page the other day and the caption was ‘The way he stood up for her’ with the heart eye emoji, ‘Sebastian and (Y/N) are literal proof of what’s meant to be will be.’”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” (Y/N) asked, eyebrows furrowing as she shared a glance with the man beside her.

“Like, you parted ways—lost touch and then found each other again after three years.” She continued. “Sebastian, they really love the part about tracking her down.” She exclaimed, earning a feeble laugh from the man. “It’s like a fairy tale. Y’all even had a villain.” She snarled, “Fucking Talia.”

“Oh my god.” (Y/N) signed, scrubbing a hand down her face. “Well, I guess it’s good that it’s mostly positive. Thanks for the update.”

“Of course, my dudes.” Katie beamed, “Anyways, are you excited for your appointment? You’re on your way right now, right?”

“We are.” (Y/N) nodded, wearing a soft smile. She glanced at Sebastian, giving his hand that rested on her thigh a little pat, “Are we excited, babe?”

“Hell yeah.” He shifted in his seat, fingers on his free hand tapping anxiously on the steering wheel. “I'm a little nervous too though. I don’t want to lose my bet with Anthony.”

“What bet?” Katie perked up, “I want in.”

“Anthony thinks they’ll be boys.” He bit his lip as he pulled into the familiar parking garage, hand tightening its grip on her thighs. . “I think girls. And if I’m right he owes me twenty bucks.”

“Only twenty?” Katie whined, “That’s lame. But I’m with you in this one, Seb. They’re definitely girls, you can tell by the way (Y/N)’s carrying low. Boys tend to rest higher up.”

“I thought that was a myth.”

“It’s not.” Katie huffed, rolling her eyes. “Anyways, I’ll let you go but you better call me on your way home. I want to be the first to know so I can rub it in Carson’s face.”

It took a few more minutes to finally end the call with Katie, the woman adamantly demanding (Y/N) to make a promise to call her first. Oncr they finally did, the pair shared a soft kiss and exchanged some encouraging words before hopping out of the car and making their way into the familiar office. The same nurse from the first time—Lily, they’d come to learn, led them to a private room. They didn’t have to wait too long before Dr. Knapp was stepping into the room, greeting them with her kind smile and positive energy.

“Alright.” She smiled, running the probe along (Y/N)’s belly. “Everything looks great. They’re growing as they should and their heartbeats are still strong and regular. Would you like to know the sex of your babies?”

(Y/N) glanced at Sebastian, earning an encouraging nod and a soft smile, she turned her gaze back to the screen where their babies were fluttering about, giving his hand a little squeeze, “Yes, please.”

“Okay.” She shifted the probe a little to the left, a huge smile breaking out across her face, “Congratulations, you're having two baby girls.”

“Oh my god.” (Y/N) whispered, tears welling up in her eyes and spiking freely down her cheeks. “Girls.”

“I knew it!” Sebastian jumped from his seat, a radiant smile painted across his sharp features. “Oh my god, baby. Girls!” His voice cracked slightly, tears building in own eyes as he leaned down to cup her cheek and connect his lips with her in a passionate, heartfelt kiss.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” He mumbled against her lips, “God, I’m so happy. Thank you for giving me this.”

(Y/N) sniffled, hands tangling in his locks as she pressed her forehead to his. “No, thank you. I love you.”

“I love you.” He pecked her lips one more time, large hand brushing across the top of her bump, face soft and smile large as he whispered to her belly. “And I love you both.”

Dr. Knapp allowed them a moment, standing aside and watching with a content smile. This was the best part of her job. She’d found that more often than not, the father’s reactions were the best. Especially when they found out they were having girls. She held no doubt Sebastian would be an amazing father to two baby girls. And with a woman like (Y/N) by his side, these two were in the best of hands.

“I cannot believe I get to be a girl dad. I’ve always wanted that.” Sebsstian sat back in his seat, shaking his head, and laughing delightfully, “I cannot wait to call Anthony. He’s gonna be so pissed.”

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Tag list: @shellbilee @white-wolf-buckaroo @runawayolives @missusbarnes-rogers-laufeyson @leyannrae

Just One Night—Masterlist Part Two

Just One Night—Masterlist Part Two Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader Summary You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One tha

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This is such an awesome story and this chapter is 🤌🏻chefs kiss!

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Whenever I see a gossip blog that spreads a bunch of bs say they have a “source”, I immediately am sent into hysterical laughing fits. Just remember kids, you can have a “source” too if you try hard, believe in yourself, and know you have a great ability to make a lot of sh*t up.

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I don’t know if I would necessarily call Ale non famous, and they’ve been together for over a year, not a few months, he also was not Gossip Girl main cast, but hmm 🤔

I know chace is with Rebecca but she’s famous, and they were on and off. And I believe Ed recently broke up with someone. Sooooo

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Gee idk…could this maybe be…CHASE CRAWFORD???? Why immediately jump to Sebastian?? Use your brains for 2 damn seconds.

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Just One Night—Chapter Fourteen

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

MINORS DNI. 18++. Smut, oral sex (male receiving) protective seb, angst, fluff.

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April 30, 2021

(Y/N) sighed softly, dropping the file back on the table and sinking further in her chair. Her hand instinctively came to rest protectively over her growing abdomen, while the other rubbed at her left temple, attempting to sooth the migraine budding behind her eyes.

Sebastian must’ve sensed her unease because he shifted his chair just the slightest bit closer, hand slipping across her swollen belly, his fingers intertwining with hers.

All she could manage was but the faintest of smiles before she turned her attention back to the rest of his team planted around the long meeting table, “So what do we do?”

Everything had been good.

At nearly ninteen weeks into her pregnancy, everything seemed to be progressing as it should. Her morning sickness had subsided significantly at the twelve week mark, like they’d hoped. The twins were growing as they should—both the size of a bell pepper; around five and half inches in length and weighing almost six ounces. Their ears were nearly developed, lungs beginning to branch out, and their genitals were fully formed.

Sebastian and her were better than ever, spending a lot of time preparing for their two new arrivals—whether it be house hunting, attending their first birthing classes (More so for Sebastian because he knew absolutely nothing about labor and delivery), reading various books, preparing for maternity leave, and a whole lot of shopping.

The increase in hormones made it impossible for her not to jump his bones whenever and wherever she had the chance but he didn’t seem to mind, absolutely obsessed with how beautiful she looked swelling with his babies and a burning need to worship and pleasure her in any and every way possible.

Sebastian always joked and teased that if she weren’t already pregnant, she’d definitely be now with the way they’d been going at it.

Unfortunately, those hormones didn’t just bring about an increase in her sex drive. It caused mood swings that had her crying over a cat commercial one minute then wreaking havoc on whoever ate the last orea the next. He took it like a champ—consoling her when she needed it, waiting patiently for her anger to subside so that he could console her some more. When those pesky cravings for anything sweet—whether it be ice cream, chocolate, or something with peanut butter, woke her from a deep slumber, he willingly, happily dragged his tired butt from bed to get it for her. Even if it required a not so quick trip to the twenty four hour grocery store up a few blocks.

Theo was handling things well too.

There were certain steps to take when preparing a child for the arrival of another and they were taking them in stride. They were allowing him to, essentially, take the lead. They answered his questions when he’d ask. Most of them were simple,

‘What are babies doing in there, momma?’ Or ‘Daddy, how they eat?’, to which they responded with, ‘What do you think they’re doing in there, Bubs?’ and ‘Momma’s feeding them, bud. She shares what she eats with them.’

They worked hard to include him through the transition—letting him help pick out onesies and blankets on shopping trips, encouraging him to talk or sing to (Y/N)’s belly, and had even brought him along for a prenatal appointment so that he could hear his younger siblings' heartbeats.

The three year old had slowly begun to grasp the concept. He didn’t quite understand why the babies wouldn’t be able to play with him when they came home or why they would spend most of their time crying, sleeping, and feeding. But it did seem to make a little more sense when they had whipped out his own baby pictures and photos of (Y/N) while pregnant with him.

So yeah, things were going very well for them.

Up until now.

“Well,” Sebastian’s publicist, Talia, began, “We have no choice but to break the news.” She tapped her pen on the note pad placed before her, “We want to maintain control over the situation before the news really spreads and rumors start flying. For now, it’s just this one fan account on Instagram but this page has thousands of followers.”

(Y/N) wasn't all too sure about Talia. With the way the woman had handled Sebastian’s public relations in the past, she seemed to care more about money, power, and attention, and little less about Sebastian’s mental health or physical wellbeing.

From all the stories she’d heard and vent sessions she’d endured, she didn’t trust her one bit and had no doubt that this woman would throw her to a pack of hungry wolves if it meant keeping Sebastian’s image intact and cleaned to perfection.

She could see the headline now; ‘Sebastian Stan’s baby mama kept him, unknowingly, from his own child for two years.’

Oh, how the public would just eat that up.

“I don’t care about that.” Sebastian groaned, tone heated and low. “They stalked her. They followed her and our son, to and from the grocery store, just to get those fucking pictures.” He jumped from his chair, moving to pace the length of the room. “And now this account—what they are posting…” He ran his hand frustratingly through his hair, chest heaving with anger. “How did they even get those other pictures? If close friends or family have social media, it’s locked down tight and private. Yet they somehow managed to get pictures from her mom’s Facebook?”

(Y/N) didn’t think she’d ever seen him like this—so angry, practically seething. His shoulders were straightened and tense, his fists clenched at his sides, and lips pressed into a thin line. Every word that left his lips sounded venomous and threatening. And if his body language wasn’t enough of an indicator, his eyes were. The previously light irises were an entire shade darker as if they were alight and burning with pure vexation.

She couldn’t decide whether it scared her, turned her on, made her proud, or all of the above.

Seeing him so protective over their family—of her, did something to her. If she had any previous doubts of him and how he balanced his work and personal life before, it was definitely gone now. He would protect them and the life they were working on building no matter what.

“Sebastian.” He froze in his spot, the sound of (Y/N)’s silvery and soft voice, inadvertently calming him. “It’s alright. We knew this would happen.”

“It’s not alright, pretty girl.” He approached her then, voice and expression much softer now. “What they are saying about you.” He shook his head as he slipped back into his seat. “It's just not right.”

“What they say doesn’t bother me.” She smiled softly, brushing her hand along his cheek and down his jaw, enjoying the way he shuddered before practically melting under her touch, “I don’t need to explain myself to them. We know the real story and that’s all that matters to me.”

He sighed, catching her hand and placing a tender kiss on the back of it. “I know but I’m not ashamed of you. I want them to know that you aren’t just some flavor of the month I accidentally knocked up or some gold digger trying to trap me.” He tucked a loose curl behind her ear, soft baby blues gazing earnestly into hers. “You’re so much more than that and if I can do something to soften the blow or stop the speculation and bullying, I will.”

“Okay.” She whispered, leaning down to chastely peck his pouty lips “You know more than me on how to handle this. I’ll do whatever you need me to as long as we keep my family out of it.” The smallest giggle slipped past her lips, “My mom is really freaked out by all the friend requests and messages she’s received.”

“We have a plan.” Talia spoke up, drawing their attention back to matter at go hand. “But it's ultimately up to you to decide. We want to focus on telling the truth while maintaining a good image-”

“I don’t care about my image, Talia.” Sebastian interjected, rolling his eyes as he slouched back in his seat.

“Well, you should if you want to keep scoring roles and the support of fans.” She snarled before straightening up in her chair, face quickly void of any and all emotion. “So we thought the best course of action would be to make an official Instagram post which will quickly be followed up by a few articles explaining the post in greater detail…”

Truthfully, (Y/N) was lying when she said the things they were saying about her didn’t hurt a little. In the pictures the two fans had managed to snap, she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants so it was hard to decipher if she were pregnant or just overweight.

There was an entire thread trending on Twitter of people arguing over it. The ones who were on team ‘she’s pregnant’ were blatantly slut-shaming her—calling her every name in the book and claiming she was only out for his money or fame. The other; team ‘she’s just fat’, were harshly scrutinizing her appearance and questioning why Sebastian was ‘dating a cow’.

Of course, there were a few offering support and sharing positive words but they seemed far and few between in comparison to all the negativity.

She could handle it though.

What she couldn’t handle was how they spoke about Theo and essentially harassed her family.

They had yet to figure out that Theo was Sebastian’s son. She didn’t understand how they hadn’t—seeing as the kid was the literal mini version of his father. (The universe really had said ‘Copy and Paste’ with that one.) Instead they automatically assumed and decided that he was some bastard’s kid and that she was trying to pawn off on their idol. A few had even gone as far as to criticize his appearance too, which had shattered her heart, into what felt like, a million little pieces.

That was her baby they were talking about.

Her perfect little boy with the sweetest smile, bluest eyes, and biggest heart. And here they were calling him a ‘bastard’s son’ and ‘devil’s spawn’.

No doubt they would feel really bad when they found out that ‘bastard’ or ‘devil’ was Sebastian all along.

(Y/N) stole a glance at Sebastian, who sat listening intently as his team continued to discuss, bouncing various ideas off one another about what should and should not be included in the post and articles.

She’d tuned them out a while ago. She hadn’t the slightest clue about how any of this worked and really didn’t care too. Hollywood was a dirty, dark place and she had no interest in understanding or partaking in anything to do with it.

Sebastian would handle it and she trusted him like none other.

She eyed the sandwich and chips Sebastian’s assistant, Levi, had brought her. It was something she’d been craving and it did look really good but she didn’t feel all that hungry anymore. She needed to eat, she knew that, but everything weighed too heavy on her heart.

She couldn’t help but feel like it was her fault. She should’ve noticed those girls following her. Theo had felt a little under the weather that morning and was seconds away from a full blown meltdown so her focus remained solely on him. It was a quick trip—in and out, and she hadn’t considered the risk of being seen.

She didn’t blame the two girls, they were just curious. Yes, it wasn’t at all appropriate or acceptable that they followed her around or took pictures without her knowledge, but they’re intentions weren’t malicious. She couldn’t really fault them for it.

This never would’ve happened in the first place, if not for her. Sebastian wouldn’t be facing scrutiny and this unnecessary drama, if she wasn’t here to stir it up in the first place. Now he was taking risks, she never wanted him to take, just to protect them. His fans were upset because of her.

This man who worked so hard to make something of himself—started from scratch, worked hard, and gained the support of millions—would choose her and their children over everything.

She, no way in hell, deserved that.

And she feared he would resent her for it down the road.

“Why don’t we just tell the truth?” Sebastian hissed, arms crossed over his chest, glaring daggers in Talia’s direction. “Blame who is actually at fault here. Might be good for them to take responsibility for their actions.”

“What is the truth, Sebastian?” Talia chuckled lowly, almost tauntingly, “Who is at fault here? Alex? She did what she had to in order to protect you. If she were still here, we never would have been here in the first place. This is exactly why we didn’t want you finding out about that little mistake-”

Sebastian stood so quickly his chair fell back, the weight of it slamming into the ground echoed throughout the now eerily silent room, causing (Y/N) to jolt in her seat, startled by the sudden commotion. He smacked both hands down on the table, leaning threateningly over it so he could look Talia dead in the eye. He paused for a moment, enjoying the way her expression turned from cocky to fearful in a matter of seconds.

She’d fucked up, big time. And everyone including her knew it.

“Don’t ever refer to (Y/N) or our son as a mistake.” His voice was low and gravely, his chest heaved, and eyes burned with pure fury and ire. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” She bowed her head, voice now timid and quiet.

“I should’ve known.” He laughed, though it was humorless, shaking his head as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “You and Alex were always two peas in a pod.” He straightened up, eyes scanning over her with a look of disgust on his face. “I should’ve known you were in on it too.”

“Plea-”

“You’re fired.” He spat, interrupting any and all attempts at pleading for forgiveness. “Nicki, you’ve been promoted to head publicist and I trust you’ll find someone to replace you. As for the rest,” He paused, dark eyes trailing over each and every face in the room as if he were assessing them, “I will personally decide what I do with the official post and email all of you an outline of what I want written in the articles.”

A chorus of ‘Yes, sir’ and nods sounded throughout the room as Talia gathered her belongings and scurried teary eyed from the room.

“I’m sorry you all had to witness that. Now,” He shook his head, “If you’ll excuse us, we have places to be.”

(Y/N) quickly slipped her sandwich and chips into her bag before rising from her seat. She was in somewhat of a state of shock as he guided her from the room, the door slamming behind them.

“Baby,” Sebastian whispered, dragging her into the first room he came across which just so happened to be a private bathroom. After locking the door, he pulled her towards him and cupped her face in his hands, brushing his thumb soothingly along her cheek, “I’m so sorry you had to see that and that Talia spoke like that-”

She cut him off, gripping the lapels of his jacket before slamming her lips against his. It caught him off guard for a few seconds but moments later he was kissing her back with just as much desperation, large hands sliding from her face to grasp her waist and pull her closer.

She drew back, eye lidded and chest heaving, “You are so fucking sexy when your mad.” She bit her lip, hands wandering along his chest, feeling and exploring the toned muscle beneath her fingertips, “Especially when it’s to protect me and our family.”

“Yeah?” He smirked smugly, running his tongue along his bottom lip as his own hands trailed her curves and along the expanse of her swollen belly. He was obsessed with these curves and her little baby bump. He couldn’t possibly keep his hands to himself when they were all his to hold and explore.

“Yeah.” She whispered, glancing up at him through long lashes before rising up on her toes to kiss softly along his jaw, “God, never seen you like that. It turned me on so much.” She mumbled against his skin, nipping playfully at his sweet spot. “I’m soaked.”

He growled lowly, the sound reverberating through his chest and causing her to shudder in his tight hold. “Everything I do-” He gasped softly when her hand slipped down to cup his rapidly hardening length through his jeans, “-Turns you on lately.”

“I can’t help it.” She mumbled, a little pout on her plump lips. “You’re just so hot and God, these hormones drive me wild.” Before he had time to register, she was already sinking to her knees, face level with his prominent bulge. She licked her lips as she undid his belt. “Let me show you how much that meant to me.”

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He groaned, head lolling back as she dragged his jeans and briefs down, releasing his fully hard and leaking cock. “You’re going to be the death of me, prinţesă.”

She hummed softly, shuddering at the filthy moan that spilled from his lips when she wasted no time gripping his base, pumping him slowly and lapping lightly at the precum that had gathered at his tip.

“God, baby.” She gazed up at him through her lashes. Her big, (Y/E/C) hues the epitome of innocence despite the large cock pressing between her lips. “You look…so fucking good wrapped around my cock like that.” His hand found the back of her head, gathering her locks into a makeshift pony as she sucked him further into her mouth.

One hand remained gripping his base, delicate fingers wrapped tightly around his thick girth, continuing to lazily stroke what she couldn’t quite fit in her mouth, while the other slipped up to fondle with his balls hanging heavy between his thighs.

The strangled moan that tore through his chest when she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper until the fat head of his cock bumped the back of her throat and caused her to gag slightly around him, leaving her core aching and panties completely soaked.

“Fuck me.” He grit out, head tossed back and chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.” He moaned wantonly, hand cupping the back of her head, guiding her down further on his cock. “Feels too good.”

She gagged slightly, eyes watering and saliva beginning to spill from the sides of her mouth as he thrust himself gently into her mouth. Each thrust going deeper than the last as he lost himself in the feeling.

“What a good fucking girl.” He groaned, eyes squeezed shut, struggling to remain his composure. “Take me so well. You were fucking made for me, I swear to God.”

She keened at the praise, doubling down on her effect, sucking harder with each desperate thrust of his hips into her hot, wet mouth.

His control was waning, she could tell by the way his grip tightened on the back of her head, fingers tangling unyieldingly in her hair, babbled praises and encouragements spilling feebly from his bitten lips, and his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, and thighs trembling beneath her fingertips.

He was close.

“Fuck, fuck.” He whimpered brokenly, hips continuing to flex forward, cock sliding perfectly along her tongue and cheeks, “I’m gonna cum. You-you gotta stop before I cum.”

She pulled back with a pop, a line of spit falling from her lips to his tip, as her hand remained pumping his length, “Want you to cum in my mouth. Need it.” His cock twitched in her hold, the sight of her on her knees, pupils blown, and lips swollen, alone was nearly enough to do him in. “Fuck my face, Sebastian.”

He let out a strangled groan, not wasting another second as he guided her back down on his cock, thrusting himself sloppily into her throat.

“Fucking hell, baby.” He grit out, biting down hard on his lips to suppress the moan that threatened to spill loudly and proudly from his lips. “The mouth on you. God, feels so good. You like that, huh? Like when I fuck your face?”

She moaned around him, the vibrations causing shivers to dance up his spine, as she took each deliberate, deep thrust like a champ.

“‘M gonna cum.” He choked out, hips snapping quicker. “Gonna cum—Fuck.”

(Y/N) braced herself, breathing heavily through her nose when the fat head of his cock met the back of her throat repeatedly. Her nails dug into his thighs, struggling to steady herself against each brutal thrust. Teary gaze trained solely on him, not wanting to miss the way he looked when he finally came down her throat.

A few more pumps of his hips and he let out one last filthy moan before pressing fully into her mouth and released his hot seed down the back of her throat. He held her there, cock sheathed deeply as he gave a few shallow thrusts to work himself through it.

He shuddered when she released him, quickly swallowing his spend before proudly presenting him her baron tongue.

“Fuck, pretty girl.” He chuckled delightfully, cupping her jaw and brushing his thumb along her swollen lips. “You did so well. I love you so fucking much.”

“Mmm, I love you more.” He helped her to her feet, quickly tucking himself back in pants before wrapping her up in his arms and drawing her in for the softest kiss.

“Thank you.” She whispered against his lips, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as she melted further into his embrace.

“I should be thanking you.” He chuckled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “But anything for you, pretty girl. Anything.”

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“Is this necessary?” (Y/N) giggled as Sebastian unbuckled her seat belt before guiding her from the car.

“Don’t ya trust me, sweetheart?” He teased, laughing feebly when she took a few timid steps forward, head turning every which direction as if it would help her see through the blindfold he’d slipped over her eyes.

“Of course I do.” She replied with a small pout. “I just don’t like not knowing stuff or… not seeing.” She huffed, hands sliding up his arm to grip his bicep. “Can I have a hint at least?”

“Baby, patients.” He shook his head, biting down on his lip to suppress a chuckle. He couldn’t help himself, truly. She looked like an absolute goof hanging off his arm, shuffling unceremoniously forward with one arm outstretched as if he were about to guide her into a wall.

Like he would ever do that.

Sebastain waved to a man sitting behind a desk, earning a single nod before guiding (Y/N) to the elevator.

“Is this-” Her hand ran along the cool metal, “Is this an elevator?” A huge smile split across her pink lips, “Oh my god. Sebastian, are you finally taking me to the top of the Empire State Building?”

“No.” He laughed, shaking his head to himself, “Not this time. Sorry, pretty girl.”

The elevator doors opened and he led her in, relieved that they would be left alone for the ride up. He was a little nervous. Her surprise was something they had discussed and he hoped she wouldn’t be mad that he’d gone and made a decision without her.

“This seems like a long ride.” She spoke up, leaning her head against his bicep. “Are you sure it’s not the Empire State?”

“Baby,” He laughed, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “It’s not the Empire State.”

Before she could respond the elevator came to a halt and the doors slid open. He led her down a hall and around a corner.

“Alright. Are you ready?” He asked, excitement stirring in his chest as he fished a key out of his front pocket. When she gave an eager nod, he unlocked the door and swung it open before slipping the blindfold off her eyes.

(Y/N) blinked a few times, eyes struggling to adjust to the light. She ran one hand along the trim, the other cupped her belly as she stepped through the threshold. “What—what is this?”

“Well,” Sebastian bit his lip, hands stuffed in his pocket as he rocked nervously on his heels, “It’s our new home.”

She didn’t say anything, walking further into the large apartment. Eyes alight and lips parted as she scanned the space. “You—you rented this for us?”

“Bought it actually.” He mumbled, scratching the scruff along his jaw. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you first I just wanted to surprise-”

“No.” She whispered, rushing towards him and taking his face between her hands. “Don’t be sorry. Oh my god, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Her eyes filled with tears, bottom lip trembling as she gazed up at him, “I can’t believe you did this all for me. I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey, hey,” He cooed, lifting her hands from his face so he could pull her into his chest, “Yes, you do. You deserve everything. And if I could give you the world I would.” He brushed away the tears that managed to spill down her cheeks before cupping her jaw and planting a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you. I told you I’d take care of you—take care of our family.”

“I don’t want you to think I just want you for your money.” She choked out, burying her face in his chest. They were pressed so tightly together, he could feel her swollen belly pushing against his lower abdomen. “I wouldn’t be able to afford something like this without you… I can pay half or the electric and water-”

“Pretty girl.” He interrupted, a soft smile creeping across his face, “I make a lot of money and I’m happy to spend it on this. Anything to provide nothing but the best for our family.” His large hand found her bump, creeping up under her shirt to brush tenderly across her warm skin. “We’re in this together now. Everything I own is yours—my home, my money, my body, my heart. All yours.”

“I love you.” She cried quietly, “I love you so much. Thank you for everything. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

“I don’t want anything, dragul meu.” He whispered, tilting her chin up until she met his gaze, “Just you.”

He leaned down, nose brushing along her cheek and nudging gently against her own. She whined softly, growing impatient with his teasing. Her hand grasped the back of his head, pressing her lips to his in a desperate, fiery kiss.

Sebastian dutifully followed her on her exploration of the apartment. Enjoying the way she gasped in awe at each and every room.

The kitchen was absolutely gorgeous—with marble counters and an abundance of space. She could picture herself now, cooking and preparing meals as Theo colored at the island. The living room was large and spacious with big windows and the perfect view of the city. Down a hallway she found a partial bathroom, a decent sized laundry room, and a home office.

She was absolutely floored when she came across stairs leading to a second floor. Giggling excitedly as she practically bounced all the way up them. There she found three good sized bedrooms and two full bathrooms. The last door opened to reveal a large master bedroom with huge, stunning windows, good sized closets, and a big, marble bathroom with glass showers and claw foot tub.

“This is amazing.” She exclaimed, running her hand along the tub. “I can’t believe this is really ours.” She turned to face him, expression eager and her smile big, “When can we move in?”

“I’m guessing you like it?” He chuckled softly, lifting himself from where he leaned against the doorframe, hands reaching out to grasp her waist when he was close enough. “The painters are coming tomorrow—which reminds me, I need to let them know what colors you would like in each room so we can stop and look at samples before dinner. Should be ready for us to move in by Tuesday. I already hired movers for that day.” He continued, “I want to make sure we’re all settled and the nursery is prepared before I leave to film again.”

“Wow, you’ve got it all figured out.” She stood on her toes, pecking his lips quickly, “And for your information, I don’t just like it, I love it.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, “It’s absolutely perfect. You did good, babe.”

He smiled bashfully, a blush coating the apples of his cheeks, “Thanks.”

(Y/N) captured his lips in one more tender kiss, pouring everything she couldn’t verbally convey into it. She would never be able to thank him enough or repay him for everything he’d done or the sacrifices he’d made, but she sure as hell could I try.

Actions spoke louder than words.

And if loving him and giving him her all, made up for even a portion of it, she would do it.

Because loving him came easier than breathing these days.

“Now,” She drew back, eyes closed as her forehead rested against his, “Can we get a snack? I’m fucking starving.”

The sound of his laugh echoing throughout the empty space made her insides warm and the barren apartment feel a little bit more like home.

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Just One Night—Masterlist Part Two

Just One Night—Masterlist Part Two Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader Summary You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One tha

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Omg this update y’all!! So so good!! 💜💜

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Just One Night—Chapter Thirteen

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

Dad!Seb, overload of fluff, lil angst, Theo turns three!!! Mentions of pregnancy.

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March 14, 2021

“Daddy.”

Sebastian’s eyes fluttered open to meet a pair of big blue eyes, peaking just over the top of the mattress.

“Hi, daddy.” Theo whispered, wearing a big toothy grin as he pressed his face to his father’s—nose to nose and forehead to forehead. “Mornin.”

“Good morning, bubs.” Sebastian lifted himself from his stomach, stealing a glance at the form beside him, relieved to still find (Y/N) still snoozing on. “Happy birthday.” He smiled, slipping as quietly and carefully from beneath the sheets.

“Thank you for not waking momma, Theo.” He mumbled, scooping the boy up in his arms as he made his way out the bedroom, stealing one last look at his sleeping beauty before closing the door gently behind them. “She’s very tired.”

“I three now.” The toddler nodded, eyes wide and expression serious as he held up three fingers, “I big now.”

“You are.” Sebastian cooed, kissing each of his chubby cheeks, followed by his little button nose. “Are you so excited for your party today?” He asked, playfully wiggling his brows, “Grandma, grandpa, and Bunica will all be there.”

“Yay yay.” He beamed, bouncing excitedly in his father’s hold. “Eat cake?”

“Yeah, bubs, there’ll be cake.” He assured with a smile. Pausing at the bathroom door, he placed the tot back on his little feet, “Let’s try to go potty and then I’ll make you a big birthday breakfast.”

After helping Theo up onto the toilet, he scurried to the laundry room where he knew his favorite sweats were washed and folded nearly on the dryer. Slipping them quickly on before returning to monitor the toddler, only to find him already washing his hands on his little step stool at the sink.

He really was a big boy.

Sebastian wasn’t sure he liked it all that much.

He couldn’t help but want him to stay little forever. Even in the little time he’d known him—been in his life, he’d seemed to grow with each and every minute that passed. But it was the natural way of life, he’d slowly grown to accept that, even more so now that they had two more on the way.

And Sebastian hadn’t a single doubt that Theo would make a great big brother. He was very attentive and aware despite his age.

Sometimes a little too much.

Most recently he’d picked up on the fact his momma wasn’t feeling good. And oh, that just wouldn’t do for Theo.

They tried to explain things in latent terms so he’d better understand.

He knew there were two babies in his mommy's belly. How did they get there? He hadn't the slightest clue. That it would soon start to grow and eventually get pretty big. Then the babies would come to live with them and he’d be a big brother. It was a very big role to uphold but he’d do it.

He’d be the best big brother anyone could ever have.

It was minor really, the changes Sebastian had picked up on in the past few weeks. It started with subtle clinginess. Sebastian couldn’t count the number of times he would wake in the middle of the night to Theo sliding, not so sneakily, into their bed before snuggling himself up against (Y/N)‘s front. He didn’t say a word, just placed a little kiss on her forehead and sometimes her abdomen—a habit he no doubt picked up from his father, before curling into her and falling right back to sleep.

Then it was the way he’d begun to track her movements. His bright eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went. If she moved into another room, out of his line of sight, he moved too. He’d simply carry whatever toy he’d previously been playing with along or abandon it all together, in favor of something else. As long as he remained in vicinity of her, he was content.

Next it was “You okay, momma?”, “Momma need help?”, “Momma, happy?”, “Babies okay?”. The man swore he heard him ask all three at least once every hour or two.

(Y/N) was completely oblivious but Sebastian noticed. It was an innocent kind of concern. But it warmed the man’s entire body, right down to the bone. Although he might be a little biased, he swore he had, hands down, the best kid in the world. Theo might be his literal clone but all those good, caring, selfless traits, those were all (Y/N).

Sebastian lifted Theo up and onto the counter, still dressed in his little Dino pjs pants (he’d insisted adamantly that he take his shirt off too, when he’d seen dad had gone without his).

“The birthday boy wants chocolate chip waffles, right?”

“Mhmm.” Theo nodded, a radiant smile spread across his face. “Help too, please.”

“Of course, bud. Thank you!” He shot him a smirk and a little wink as he moved to gather the necessary ingredients and supplies, “Daddy could use all the help he can get.”

And that’s how (Y/N) found them when she finally woke and dragged her tired body out of bed, in search of her two favorite boys. Theo’s back pressed to Sebastian’s chest as they worked together to stir the batter in a big mixing bowl.

“Isn’t this quite the sight?” She spoke up, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she leaned against the door frame. “My two favorite boys making breakfast…and shirtless. I must be dreaming.”

“Momma!” Theo squeaked, making grabby hands at her. Previous objective flying out the window and forgotten at the mere sight of her.

“Happy birthday, Theodore James.” She didn’t waste another second, swooping him up into her arms and showering his face with big, sloppy kisses. “I can’t believe my baby is three now, momma doesn’t want you to grow up.”

“Momma!” Theo giggled and screeched, attempting to wiggle out of her grasp and away from her attack of kisses. “Daddy, help!”

Sebastian jumped in at his son request, snatching him from (Y/N)‘a arms only to turn on him, much to the tots dismay, by bringing his tummy to his mouth to playfully nip at. Theo struggled in his grasp, little hands trying desperately to push his father’s head away.

When the three years old laughter turned to heaving gasps, Sebastian ceased his attack, gently placing the him back on two little feet. He watched with a small smirk as the tot made a mad dash to the pup lounging lazily on the couch.

“Good morning, my love.” (Y/N) greeted, now standing before him, her hands wandering up his bare chest.

She looked effortlessly radiant, basking in the morning light that streamed in through the opened windows. Her (Y/H/C) locks were wild, eyes still glossy and swollen from a good night's rest. The soft smile she wore caused his heart to flip in his chest and knees to weaken beneath him. It showcased perfectly just how content and happy she was to be here with them—with him.

“Good morning, pretty girl.” He leant down to capture her lips in a desperate kiss, one large hand creeping to rest on her abdomen while the other wrapped securely around her back.

The kiss must’ve worked in his favor because by the end of it she was putty in his hands—all grasping hands, hooded eyes, heaving chest, and swollen lips.

He wasn’t playing fair and he knew it.

Her hormones were all whacked out and on overdrive these days. They were only going to get worse from here on out. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to it.

“How did you sleep, hmm?” He whispered, nose bumping lovingly against hers as his hand brushed tenderly against her tummy. “You look fucking gorgeous.” He groaned, tossing his back. “As always.”

“Thank you.” A blush spread across the apples of her cheeks, lip trapped between teeth as she glanced up at him through thick lashes. “I slept like a rock.” She chuckled softly, “I guess I have you to thank for that, practically fucked me right to sleep.”

“Just doing my job, sweetheart.” He shot her wicked grin before lowering himself to his knees, face level with her abdomen. Her hands flew instinctively to the back of his head, fingers combing soothingly through his thick locks as he lifted her tank.

Sebastian’s large hands exploded the smooth expansion of skin, whispering soft ‘good mornings’ and sweet nothings to their unborn children.

It astonished him that this is where they lay, both the mere size of strawberries, resting comfortably, nestled within (Y/N)’s womb. He still hasn’t wrapped his head around the idea completely. How strong and selfless she was to be giving up her body to nurture and grow the two new life’s they created together out of pure, unconditional love.

God, he couldn’t remember ever feeling like this. To be so in love and completely enraptured by someone that his chest physically aches at the mere thought of living a life without them. He didn’t even want to think about where he’d be if he hadn’t met her nearly four years ago.

The feelings he had for her made all his past flings and relationships look insignificant and childish. He’d never committed himself to someone in the way he was now. His heart was hers. His mind was hers. His body was hers. It didn’t even matter if a few years down the road, she woke one morning and decided she longer wanted him, at least he’d had her.

Because even a minute with her is better than no time at all.

The realization should’ve scared him, it most definitely would’ve in the past, but he was too far gone now. It was like free falling from a fucking plane and all he could was hold on tight and hope she’d catch him before he slammed head first into rock bottom. Saving him for his ultimate demise. Because losing her—losing them, would be worse than death in his mind.

Sebastian gazed up at her, admiring the way her eyes fluttered closed as his lips skimmed softly across her belly, her fingers tugging gently on the hair at the nape of his neck. She looked like a goddess above him, just waiting to be worshiped.

Well, she was a goddess in his eyes. And he planned on spending the rest of his life—as long as she’d let him—doing just that.

“Wait.” He whispered, large hands palming and touching along her lower abdomen.

“Huh?” She mumbled, still a little dazed and lost under his tender touches.

“I think,” He tugged her shorts lower on her waist, eyes trained on her exposed skin as he ran his hand from just below her breast to the top of her mound.

“Baby!” He glanced up at her, a brilliant smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, “You got a little bump.”

“What?” She asked, eyes wide, “No. It doesn’t just grow overnight.”

“No, babe, I'm serious.” He cupped her lower abdomen, “It swells just a little right here.”

“I bet I’m just a little bloated…” She was moving out of his hold before he had time to protest, waltzing right out of the kitchen and in the direction of her bedroom. He followed, a smile plastered permanently across his sharp features.

Sebastian knew her body like the back of his hand. He noticed, almost immediately, the widening of her hips, the swelling of her breast in the past two weeks alone. He was right about this.

She perched herself in front of her full length body mirror, lifting her shirt before turning to the side.

He plopped down on the edge of the bed, watching as she studied her changing body. Her brows were furrowed and lips pursed as she shifted to examine it at every which angle, running her own dainty hand along her slightly swollen stomach.

“What the fuck?” She giggled, shooting a confused glance over her shoulder, “Where did this come from?”

“Look at you, pretty girl.” He laughed delightfully, shaking his head softly, “You're starting to show!”

When she was within arms reach, he tugged her to stand between his legs, eager hands wandering her tummy. “God, you’re an angel. So fucking sexy.” The smile he wore made her heart flip in her chest, knees feeling a little like jelly, “I can’t wait to see you get all round and swollen. I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands to myself.”

“You’re incorrigible.” She chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Only for you, baby.” One hand lifted to cup her cheek, dragging her lips down to meet his, in a fiery kiss. “Only for you.”

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(Y/N) scurried around Theo’s room, trying to find the shirt she’d bought last week, specially for this occasion. She could hear Sebastian greeting her parents and Georgeta, attempting to buy her some time.

“Here we go.” She grinned, yanking the t-shirt from the drawer it has been unceremoniously stuffed into. They’d been working on teaching Theo to clean up after himself, so it was most likely him that had moved it from where it was once folded neatly on the dresser. “Come here, bubs. Let’s put your new shirt on to surprise Grandma and Grandpa.”

It took a little more effort to slip the shirt on, the toddler practically wiggling with excitement over his special day and his new shirt.

“What it say, Momma?” He asked, as she combed her fingers through his hair.

“It says ‘Big Bro’.” She smiled, leaning forward to kiss his cute little forehead. “Remember the plan?” Theo nodded furiously. “Don’t say anything. Just let grandma and grandpa read your shirt, okay?”

“Where’s the birthday boy?”

“Right here.” (Y/N) called, taking Theo’s hand in hers and guiding him out of his room.

Upon laying eyes on his grandparents, Theo dropped her hand, running full force into their embrace. (Y/N) settled at Sebastian’s side, watching with a huge smile as they showered him with kisses and cooed over how big he was getting.

The man beside her wrapped an arm around her waist, large hand resting instinctively over her abdomen. She shot him a knowing glance, lip caught nervously between her teeth.

She had no idea how they would react. They loved Sebastian, truly, but they hadn’t officially been together all that long. She worried that they might think that it’s too soon—that they were moving too fast. She didn’t want their opinion on him to change because he’d gone and knocked her up again.

They were both at fault, they’d both been a little reckless in deciding to forgo any protection. She hoped they’d understand that.

Georgeta knew. They had broken the news when she’d brought Theo up to visit at the hospital the following day. The Romanian woman had been absolutely floored over the announcement of two more grandchildren. She’d burst into tears when the words spilled rapidly from Sebastian’s lips, muttering excitedly in Romanian as she embraced them both in bone crushing hugs and repeatedly kissed their cheeks.

“Wait, (Y/F/N),” (Y/M/N) asked, poking at the toddler’s belly. “What’s his shirt say?”

(Y/N) perked up, butterflies fluttering about her navel and heart rate speeding up in her chest. Sebastian must’ve sensed her nervousness because he gave her hip a little squeeze, arm tightening around her waist as he leaned down to kiss her hair.

(Y/F/N) adjusted Theo in his arms, allowing them a better view of his little green t-shirt. “Big… Big Bro?” He read, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes scanned over the words.

“Oh my God.” (Y/M/N) gasped, hand flying to her mouth.

“Surprise?” (Y/N) smiled bashfully, lazily shrugging her shoulders when her mother’s eyes landed on her.

“You’re pregnant?” She asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

(Y/N) nodded, a smile growing as her mother rushed to embrace her and Sebastian, weeping and chatting animatedly over how happy and excited she was. Her father was soon to join them, pulling (Y/N) into a hug and kissing her forehead softly as he expressed how happy he was for her and how proud she made him. He drew Sebastian in for one too, thanking him for taking care of his baby girl and for making her so happy.

They were both beyond relieved by their approval and support. Especially Sebastain, who had been a nervous wreck for the past few days. (Y/F/N) was an intimidating man, he hated the idea of being on that man’s bad side.

“Oh,” (Y/N) spoke up, sharing a small smirk with the man beside her, “We forgot to mention one other thing…”

“We’re having twins.” Sebastain finished proudly, sending her parents back into a flurry of excitement and questions.

Eventually, everyone had settled down. Attention shifting back to the matter at hand… the birthday boy.

Theo requested his birthday dinner be him and his father’s favorite pizza shop a few blocks over from their apartment. Instead of dining in and risking being spotted or approached by fans, Sebastain and (Y/F/N) went to pick it up for takeout.

While they were out, the three women entertained Theo with various party games and crafts (Y/N) had planned out just for this occasion.

Unfortunately, they didn’t know any of the children in the area and he didn’t have his friends from daycare like he had back in Michigan, so they did their absolute best to make up for the lack of party guests and friends the tot could play with. Theo didn’t seem to mind, perfectly content to be with the people that loved him the most on his special day.

The pizza arrived not too long after and they sat at the table, taking turns sharing their favorite stories of the three year old over the years. Something the birthday boy clearly loved, listening intently and curiously as each person told their tale.

Theo’s favorite seemed to be the one his grandfather recalled about the very first time he’d changed his diaper.

It was (Y/F/N) watching Theo, while (Y/N) and her mother ran some errands and went to a postpartum appointment. At just two weeks old, (Y/F/N) had felt a little overwhelmed with the responsibility, having not cared for a baby in quite some time. When the babe had grown fussy and was in need of a change, all previous knowledge of changing a diaper, seemed to fly right out the window. As soon as he’d drawn back the front, the newborn started peeing. In the end, both women had returned home to find his diaper strapped on backwards and (Y/F/N) still drenched in urine as they both slept soundly on the couch—Theo snuggled peacefully in the crook of his arm.

By the end of the story, the older man had the entire room—especially Theo—doubled over laughing. And later on in the evening, the toddler would ask him numerous times to tell it again.

When their bellies were full and the leftover pizza was packed neatly away in Tupperware containers, they moved to the living room so Theo could open his gifts.

This time he’d sought out his bunica’s help with opening his gifts, which brought immense pleasure to the older woman. Taking on the responsibility as if it were one of her greatest honors.

As per usual, the ever spoiled child he was, received an abundance of gifts. Anything and everything from a new bike and matching helmet, to dozens of books, to, what (Y/N) swore, was an entire new wardrobe, and lots and lots of new hot wheels and trucks. The three year old was absolutely elevated and fascinated with each and every item he unwrapped, excitedly running to show his momma and daddy with each and every present.

“Where the hell are we going to keep all this stuff?” She’d whispered to Sebastian when they were only halfway through the gifts.

“Told ya, pretty girl.” He’d responded with a wicked grin and sly wink, “Gotta find a new place.”

When it was time to open his gift from Katie and Carson that had arrived in the mail a few weeks prior, (Y/N) had whipped out her phone for a quick FaceTime. Her sister noticed Theo’s shirt immediately, spending the first two minute of their phone call screeching and jumping around her house.

“Dude! Carson!!!!” Katie had yelled, the sound of footsteps thudding across the ground could be heard through the call before (Y/N)’s brother-in-law had appeared on the screen. “Guess what? We’re going to be an aunt and uncle again!!! To twins!! Fricken twins!”

“No way.” He had mumbled, eyes scrunching to read his nephew's shirt on the screen. “No freaking way! What?? When did this happen? Sebastian, my man, look at you go! Shooting one shot, only to score two!! That’s impressive.”

He’d definitely earned a whack upside the head from his wife for that one and had caused the man in question to nearly fall out of his chair from laughing so hard.

“Alright, alright,” Katie had piped up, expression serious and focused, “Let me see my favorite dude open his presents.”

Of course, they’d sent him his own little custom-made fire suit, face mask and fire boots included. That definitely had been his favorite gift, much to his aunt's delight.

They stayed on the call as they gathered around the kitchen island, Theo sat directly in front of his chocolate ice cream cake—per his request, with a big ‘3’ candle lit dead smack in the middle.

Sebastian had whipped out his phone to take a million pictures and a video of him blowing out his candle. The smile Theo wore was worth everything, especially when he’d blushed bright red when they’d sung him happy birthday.

(Y/N) wanted to make sure that this day was special for him. It was his very last birthday as an only child and soon enough he’d have to learn to share attention with not only one, but two younger siblings. The change was going to be a hard one, it was something that everyone struggled with when adding another member to their family.

She desperately wanted—needed him to know that no matter what, he would always be her baby. For a long time it had always been just the two of them and in the time span of a year, they would gain three new members. And it didn’t make her love him any less.

He was her entire world. Always would be.

(Y/N) tucked him in that night, all tuckered out and coming down from a sugar high and the overall excitement of the day. She’d taken her sweet time reading him three books. He’d fallen asleep halfway through the second one, soothed by her fingers brushing softly through his tousled hair but she’d stayed and finished the third anyways.

Even after he was tucked into his new big boy bed that his dad had set up for him a few days prior, she’d plopped herself on the edge, tracing her fingers along his forehead, down the slope of his nose, and across his smooth cheeks.

She couldn’t believe how fast he was growing up. It felt like just yesterday she was bringing him home from the hospital, all swaddled and tucked snuggly in his baby carrier with his little blue hat.

How perfect he was with his chubby cheeks, button nose, pouty lips, and long eyelashes. He was perfect now too. All grown up, growing to look more and more like his father with each day they passed.

But she couldn’t help but miss the days when all he wanted was to be held tightly to her chest, rocking him in the rocking chair as she hummed soft lullabies to console him.

Back to when he needed her more.

“You okay?”

She glanced over her shoulder to find Sebastian leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah.” She replied softly, “Just can’t get over how big he’s getting, I guess.”

“It’s the way of life.” He sighed, strolling further into the room until he stood behind her, hands resting steadily on her shoulders. He leaned down to kiss her head, his fingers already working to relieve any built up tension in the muscle beneath her skin.

“I know.” She sighed, relaxing underneath his touch, body going lax against his. “I don’t like it.”

“I know.” He chuckled, softly, gathering her hair to one side so that he could press soft, open mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder. “We just have to cherish each and every moment with him. You did so good with him, sweet girl.” He whispered against her skin, arms tightening around her midsection. “You’ve made his life the best you could in these three years and you still have many, many more to make it even better. He’ll never stop loving you or needing you, you're his mom. A man will always need his mom. Take it from one with personal experience.”

“You’re right.” She laughed quietly, “Thank you.” She turned around in his embrace, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his comforting scent. “I love you”

“And I love you more. Now,” He whispered, his finger lifting her chin before he bowed down to capture her lips with his own. “Let’s let him rest, dragul meu. He had a very busy day.”

“Okay.” She allowed him to take her hand, guiding her from the room. With one last glance at her sleeping boy, she flicked the night light on and reluctantly closed the door tightly behind them.

Sebastian gave her a reassuring smile and a quick peck on the forehead before rejoining their lively parents in the living room to finish the uno game they’d started.

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Just One Night—Masterlist Part Two

Just One Night—Masterlist Part Two Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader Summary You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One tha

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Just One Night—Chapter Twelve

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

Angst, discussion of pregnancy, medical terminology?? Fluff!! Dad!Seb

Notes!!

A bit of a short chapter because the next chapter I want to be focused mainly on Theo. You’ll see why soon enough. ALSO forgive me if I messed anything up with first prenatal appointments. Google was my friend but we all know it isn’t always 100% correct so bare with me.

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March 12, 2021

Sebastian stole a glance at (Y/N) sitting in the passenger's seat beside him. She was looking out the window, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

She looked better than she had when he’d returned two weeks ago. Her skin had regained its natural flush and she looked much more well rested.

The throwing up and dizziness hadn’t stopped, not in the slightest, but the doctor had recommended a vitamin B-6 supplement, ginger, and over-the-counter prescription of something called doxylamine. He also suggested certain foods with high protein, low in fat, and to avoid greasy, spicy, fatty foods all together. She’d mostly been eating bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast, much to her dismay, apparently bland foods were said to help.

But the real kicker had been ginger lollipops. He swore she was sucking on one of those more often than not. The hospital had offered her a few to try and as soon as she’d expressed how much she liked them and that they seemed to significantly help, he’d immediately went and ordered them in bulk. Not only were they completely stocked up at home but Sebastian started carrying a few on him at all times. When she’d lovingly teased him about it, he’d always blush tenfold and mumble that he just couldn’t stand seeing her feeling bad and wanted to be prepared.

During her pregnancy with Theo, she had suffered from Hyperemesis Gravidarum. It was somewhat expected that the case would be the same with this pregnancy. For now they were taking it day by day. If her symptoms continued past the twelve week mark, then they’d have to reconsider and change a few things, for now things seemed to be progressing as they should. But they were prepared, and Sebastian would make sure the doctor was too.

His hand slipped over the console and into her lap to intertwine his fingers with hers, giving it a little reassuring squeeze. The gesture caused her attention to shift onto him and she shot him a small smile.

She was nervous, he could tell.

They were on their way to visit a very, highly recommended OBGYN, Dr. Renae Knapp. She was said to be the best of the best, and obviously Sebastian wouldn’t settle for anything less for his girl and their unborn child.

It was their very first appointment and surprisingly, he wasn’t even the slightest bit nervous.

In fact, the past two weeks he’d been bursting with nothing but excitement and happiness. The idea of being a father used to freak him out—having someone that relied completely on him to cherish, love, and care for seemed a little daunting. But ever since Theo and (Y/N) walked into his life, it was almost like a switch flipped somewhere deep in his mind.

And yeah, he may not have been around when Theo was born and he never really had the chance to learn to care for or how to best handle a newborn, but he would figure it out, he was confident of that. Especially with her on his side.

As for how (Y/N) was feeling about things, she’d been more on the hesitant, quiet side. He knew it was more out of apprehension than over the idea of having another baby with him.

She was a natural worry wart. Overthinking tended to be her downfall.

Fortunately, she’d slowly but surely begun to voice her concerns to him and he was quick to reassure her. Most of them revolved around him—that she’d burdened him or made him feel trapped, fear he’d leave them when it became all too much because babies weren’t easy, how it might negatively affect their relationship or get in the way of his career.

He’d be lying if he said her doubts didn’t hurt him, but he knew it wasn’t out of question of him or his character but simply her anxiety and insecurities running rampant. She was never one for change and having a baby was a big one.

She just needed time to adjust.

With each passing day, she seemed to not only accept that this was real and it was happening, but had begun to show signs of excitement in subtle ways. Whether it be mentions in passing of changing the guest room into a nursery or the time he’d caught her scrounging the web in search of cribs and the safest baby carriers or when she’d asked him to retrieve two tubs from the storage room labeled ‘maternity wear’ and ‘baby clothes’.

There was still a lot to discuss and figure out but they had time.

Sebastian’s main concern right now was making sure (Y/N) and their baby were both healthy and keeping it out of the press until they had time to inform her family and his team formulated a plan how to break the news to the public while still maintaining and protecting their privacy.

He parked the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition before he turned to look at her. “You ready?”

A big grin tugged at the corner of his lips and she really couldn’t help but mirror it. His excitement was really starting to rub off on her. “Yeah.” She took a deep breath, rolling her shoulder to relieve the tension that had begun to build, “Yeah, I’m ready if you are.”

“Oh.” He chuckled, “I’m more than ready, prinţesă.”

He leaned over the counsel, cupping her cheek in warm hand before pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

Hand in hand, they entered the clinic through a back entrance and were led straight to a private examination room by a friendly nurse in bright purple scrubs. Sebastian jumped in to fill out the necessary forms and paperwork when he noticed how her hands shook, allowing her to change into a gown.

When she laid back on the table, he slid his chair right up beside her, taking her trembling hand in his as he finished reading a few questions to her that he didn’t quite know the answer to.

It wasn’t too long they sat, Sebastian rubbing his thumbs over the back of her hands, kissing her fingers, and mumbling sweetly to her before a tall woman with blonde hair and bright eyes entered the room, wearing a white lab coat and carrying a few files.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Knapp.” The warm smile she wore easing (Y/N)’s nerves almost immediately. “You must be (Y/N), so good to meet you.”

“Hi.” She smiled bashfully, “Yeah, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you too.”

“And you must be dad?”

“Hi.” The man beside her stood from his chair, politely shaking her hand, “Yes, I am.” He exclaimed proudly, “I’m Sebastian.”

“Great!” The doctor pulled a wheeling chair up to the bed, “Let’s get right down to it.”

Dr. Knapp jumped right into the actual medical examination first. She proceeded as if it were a general health exam; taking her vitals and noting her height and weight for future baseline readings before checking her heart, lungs, breast, and abdomen. They then moved on to a pelvic exam, assessing the size and shape of her uterus and pelvis.

They moved on to running a number of tests—urine, bloodwork, genetic carrier screening, STD test, and a Pap smear. Also performing the first part of a nuchal translucency test to evaluate the risk that their baby may be born with Down Syndrome, other chromosomal abnormalities, or heart defects.

And although this sort of medical exam would make most uncomfortable, Sebastian remained unwaveringly by her side—holding her hand, offering her an assuring smile, or whispering a few encouraging words.

The appointment continued, Dr. Knapp asking the necessary questions, discussing her symptoms, and reviewing the medical records that had been sent over from the hospital. She listened intently as (Y/N) recounted the struggles she’d faced in her first pregnancy. She even went as far as to ask how both of them were feeling mentally and emotionally, and if they had any concerns or worries they’d like to disclose.

Sebastian was pleased with how quick (Y/N) spoke up, throwing all of her anxiety and fear out in the open. It meant she trusted Dr. Knapp and he’d made the right call by suggesting her by name. He, himself, was impressed by the way she handled it—discussing each individual concern thoroughly and reassuring her until nearly all of worries seemed to just melt away.

After she’d gathered the necessary information. She moved on to giving her advice. What (Y/N) should and should not be eating, what prenatal vitamins to take, and how much she should be exercising.

“Now,” Dr. Knapp began, “because you’re already about ten weeks into your pregnancy, we should be able to get a good picture with an ultrasound.”

She rolled a machine up beside the bed as (Y/N) lifted her gown, revealing her still flat abdomen. “Oh, that’s cold.” She winced, giggling a little when she smeared clear gel on the warm skin.

“Sorry, should’ve warned ya.” The woman chuckled, pressing the transducer against her abdomen.

Sebastian sat forward in his chair, gaze trained on the screen as he brought (Y/N)’s hand, held between his own, to his lips. He watched closely as Renae ran the probe slowly across her abdomen until the screen projected her womb.

“And there is your baby.” Sebastian wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at but he gazed in complete awe. Teary hues trained on the fluttering blob on the sceen.

(Y/N) felt the same. Her eyes flicked between the screen and the man beside her, heart swelling infinitely in her chest. One look at her little baby and she was done for, all her worries and concerns melting away temporarily.

Dr. Knapp clicked a few buttons and the image zoomed in, allowing them to better make out the shape of their baby. “Baby is about two inches. The head is here… arms there… and legs… oh, look there are the toes…. And-” She paused, eyes narrowed and lips parted.

“Is-” Sebastian swallowed hard, heart speeding up in his chest, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah. Just-” She moved the probe a little lower. “Ah, just as I suspected.”

“What?” (Y/N) asked, voice raising in pitch and eyes widened with fear, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. I just missed something before. It seems there’s not just one but two babies.” She flipped a switch on the side of the monitor and two heart beats echoed throughout the room.

“Congrats, you’re having twins.”

Sebastian slumped forward, eyes rolling back in his head before he hit the floor, lights out.

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“You alright?” (Y/N) asked, nervously side-eyeing Sebastian as they sat on a park bench.

They were sitting in a quiet part of the park, a little hidden spot next to a small pond. When he’d suggest they take a walk, get some fresh air and clear their heads when they’d left the doctors office, she’d agreed.

It was a nice day, although the temperature was still on the cooler side, there was no breeze and the sun provided a comforting warmth as it beat down on them from above. Spring was in the air, she could practically smell it.

Normally, this kind of thing would relax and renew her, but there was a literal storm swirling within her mind—one that had been brewing since the moment he’d woken from his little fainting episode.

She could barely recall what the rest of the appointment had consisted of, her brain absolutely reeling over the idea of two babies growing within her womb.

They both were it seemed.

Sebastian hadn’t spoken much either—outside of suggesting a walk and asking if she wanted some frozen yogurt when they’d come across it on their trek here, he’d been scarily silent.

“Yeah.” He sat forward, placing his now empty, paper cup aside before resting his elbows on his spread knees, his face dropping into his hands.

She couldn’t help but assume the worst. Her heart felt like it was attempting to crawl up into her throat, anxiety tightening in her chest.

This was it.

He was going to admit that it was all too much and that he wasn’t ready. He was going to leave her. And she’d be left all alone to raise three kids.

A baby was one thing but two? Now that was asking far too much of him.

She wasn’t sure this was something she could even handle herself.

(Y/N) looked away, eyes trained on the rippling water below them as she attempted but failed to stifle any tears that threatened to spill. Her efforts were futile, they came anyway, rolling steadily down her rosy cheeks.

Although she tried desperately not to draw attention to it, she couldn’t help the little sniffle that slipped as she struggled to compose herself.

And of course he heard, never missing a thing when it came to her.

“Oh, hey. Hey.” He whispered, wasting no time, he slipped off the bench and squatted down before her as he took one of her small hands in his and lifted her chin with the other. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Don’t cry.”

She broke down at his soft tone of voice and the worry in his expression, shoulders shaking and chest quaking as she struggled to catch her breath between heart wrenching sobs.

“I’m—I’m,” She choked out, “I’m so sorry.”

Sebastian swore his heart split in two at the sight of her looking so defeated and the patent pain in her cries.

“Baby.” His own voice cracked with obscured emotion. He dropped back down on the beach, pulling her into his lap. He held her tightly against his chest, rocking her gently in his embrace as she continued to cry, placing soft kisses on her hair and rubbing a comforting hand along her back. “It’s alright. Let it out.”

It didn’t take long until her cries turned to sniffles, little hiccups tumbling from her bitten lips as she slowly regained her composure. He continued whispering sweet nothings against her hair, doing his best to sooth her to ease the ache in his own chest.

Sebastian was quick to see the error in his ways. He couldn’t stand to see her upset and a part of him knew it was his fault. He had upset her. He was being selfish and inconsiderate. She needed him and he hadn’t pushed his own shock aside to reassure and console her.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, voice croaky and still thick with emotion. “I—I understand if you don’t want this-”

“No.” He asserted, tone clear and final. He shifted her in his lap, cupping her face in hands, “No, baby, I want this. Don’t you ever doubt for a second that I do.” His voice was softer then and she finally lifted her teary eyes to find he wore a toothy grin. “I was just shocked, dragul meu. I’m so sorry if I made you think that.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, brushing his knuckles along her jaw. “You’re my girl. I’m not going anywhere ever. You’re stuck with me.”

Her bottom lip trembled, (Y/E/C) hues shining from heightened emotion, but the tears that spilled from her eyes were not from sadness nor fear, but sheer relief.

The increased hormones raging through her body didn’t help. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, fingers clutching desperately at the flaps of his jacket as she attempted to calm herself.

“I love you. I love our son.” He whispered, breath fanning across the top of her head as he pecked her temple. “And I’ll love these babies too. Already do.”

“I love you.” She mumbled against his skin, the comforting scent of his cologne and something so him, doing well to ease her frayed nerves and slow her racing heart. “Thank you. I love you so much.”

“I’ll take care of you. It’s not going to be easy but we can do this together.” He smiled softly, fingers combing through the ends of her hair. “We’ve got—what six and half months to prepare? We got this.”

She shifted, head now laying on his shoulder as she gazed fondly up at him. “No,” She giggled, “Twins usually only make it to about thirty six weeks. I’m two and half months along, so we got about five and half.”

“We’re having twins.” He deadpanned, the smile he wore was infectious, “We are fucking having two babies. Holy shit.”

She laughed feebly, “We are.” She didn’t think it possible, but in that moment her love only seemed to grow for him.

He was right.

Although they were buckled in for the ride of a lifetime, that would most definitely include a few bumps and unexpected turns, they could and would get through it together.

With him, anything and everything was possible.

“I think it’s time to move in together.” He chuckled, “But we’re definitely gonna need a bigger place.”

She hummed in agreement, cupping his jaw before her lips meeting his, in a soft, passionate kiss.

They were doing this. They were having twins.

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Just One Night—Masterlist Part Two

Just One Night—Masterlist Part Two Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader Summary You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One tha

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Just One Night—Chapter Eleven

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

Angst, fluff, dad!seb, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of health issues.

Notes

There is a bit of (okay… a BIG) time jump but you’ll understand why as you read.

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February 25, 2021

The holidays had ended all too soon, leaving the post-holidays blue set in.

Sebastian left for LA on January third, after they spent an uneventful, quiet New Year’s Eve with just the three of them. He’d been so reluctant to go, if fact, (Y/N) had been the one to pack his suitcases while he’d sat perched on the edge of his bed, wearing a pout that nearly gave Theo’s a run for his money. She’d ignored it, obviously, despite the ache that bloomed in her chest and only seemed to grow each day he was away.

She’d read through the script before he’d left, it was far too good of an opportunity for him to miss and she’d been dammed if she’d let him.

As for (Y/N), well, she went back to work. There was something about the ending of the Holidays that always had the Emergency Room hard-pressed. It never seemed to end. Especially when Valentine’s Day rolled around, then all the crazed and heartbroken turned up complaining of phantom chest pain or admitted for alcohol poisoning.

She’d figured it’d definitely slow down after that but it never did, and she wondered if it ever would. At this point she stayed after more often than not, pulling fourteen to sixteen hour days only to return the following morning at her usual time. Gone were the days she worked three twelves a week, now working five instead.

She was beyond exhausted.

Poor Georgeta, who had stepped up to watch Theo while she worked, ended up staying over in her guest room more often than not. The woman never complained, more than happy and willing at the prospect of spending time with her grandson. Even though, (Y/N) never really had a choice, she still felt bad when she had to make that call to inform the older woman that she wouldn’t be making it home by seven.

Not to mention the lack of time she’d recently spent with Theo. She knew how upsetting it was for him, she was gone before he woke and asleep by the time she returned. He’d struggled to deal with his father’s absence but to have his mom barely around too, it was all too much for the almost three year old.

Things weren’t going great for (Y/N). And to top it all off, her body couldn’t keep up with it all.

At the beginning of February she’d acquired a bit of a bug that she couldn’t quite seem to shake. It started with what seemed to be a small head cold—headaches, extreme fatigue, nausea, and dizziness.

And it seemed to only grow worse as time went on.

Her dizziness had turned into full on fainting spells (though she kept it to herself so as to not alarm anyone) and nausea to vomiting. She couldn’t recall a single day in the past three weeks that didn’t consist of her stopping to upchuck her breakfast on the way to work or sprinting to the employee bathroom between patients to throw up her lunch.

But still she shook it off, blaming exhaustion, a bad meal, or allergies.

All she needed was a few days off, some snuggles with her son and very loving boyfriend, who was set to return in just a few weeks. Just in time for Theo’s birthday.

She hadn’t spoken with him much lately and it had her missing him like crazy. Their schedules seemed to overlap these days. At the beginning, she talked to him any chance she got. They’d text continuously throughout the day, she’d call him on her way home from work, he’d FaceTime to say goodnight to Theo, and would stay on the phone until she went to bed herself. Sometimes she’d wake to him still on the line, having fallen asleep himself before he got the chance to hang up. But with filming wrapping, they had him working extra long days too. They were scrambling to finish up and do the necessary reshoots before his costar was due to film another movie mid march.

He called when he got the chance and she answered when she could. More often than not she’d check her phone to see some sweet, heartfelt message wishing her a good morning or goodnight. But it still wasn’t enough.

She needed him right now more than ever, though she’d never tell him.

If she called him right now and begged him to come home or merely mentioned how sick and tired she’d felt lately, he would drop everything and hop on the next redline in a heartbeat. She couldn’t ask of him that—she wouldn’t.

Everything would be fine. He’d be home soon and once again all would be right in the world.

—————

“Are you alright?” Leslie asked, eyeing (Y/N) from where she was leaning back in her chair at the nurses station. “You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine.” She swallowed hard before taking a deep breath in through her mouth and out through her nose. She definitely wasn’t alright. The smell of Leslie’s tuna sandwich had her stomach rolling and she was about three seconds from hurling in the trash can beneath her desk.

“Really?” The redhead narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, “Because you look like you're about to hurl all over your lap right now. Does the smell of my sandwich bother you?”

“No.” She mumbled, gaze trained on the computer before her and lips pressed in a straight line. If she could just focus on charting, not think about it, and continue to breathe through her mouth, she’d be fine. She’d eaten all that she’d packed and she still had five hours of her shift, she really didn’t need to lose it now. It would only leave her feeling absolutely starved a half hour later. Happened every time.

“Are you sure?” Leslie taunted, sliding her chair closer, the stupid sandwhich still in her hand. “It never bothered you before and you had the same reaction when I brought it last Monday.”

“I’m-” The moment she went to respond, the smell hit her tenfold. She’d barely managed to make it to the trash can, upchucking the entirety of her lunch. Leslie was quick to act, kneeling beside her to hold her two braids back.

“Atta girl.” Leslie cooed, patting her back, which caused the smallest smile to crack across her face before she was heaving and gagging again. “Let it all out.”

(Y/N) coughed a few more times before moving to sit against a filing cabinet. The older woman offered her some water and a tissue, to which she eagerly accepted, rinsing her mouth of the foul taste and wiping the remnants of any vomit that may be residing on her lips.

“Got something to share?” Leslie asked, raising an expectant brow at her.

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” She scoffed, “Don’t think I haven’t seen you running off to toss your cookies for the past three weeks and suddenly after months, you're turning green at the smell of my tuna sandwich. That boyfriend of yours knock you up already?”

“I’m just tired.” (Y/N) replied all too quickly. As if the idea of being pregnant was simply impossible or just outright ludicrous. “Or allergies. The weather is changing.”

“Allergies?” Leslie shook her head, looking at her as if she’d grown another limb or something.

“Yes.” (Y/N) nodded, shrugging half heartedly, “Allergies. I get really bad sinus drainage this time of year. It upsets my stomach.”

She rose to her feet, still feeling a little shaky and unsteady from how violently she’d heaved. Pointedly ignoring the look the other woman was giving her, she tied off the trash bag, running to toss it in the soiled utilities room before returning to her desk as if nothing happened.

“What?” The (Y/H/C) signed when Leslie failed to stifle a laugh.

“Oh, nothing, honey.” She chuckled, biting down on her lip to hide a smile. “You just got a serious case of denial, that’s all.”

(Y/N) ignored her. Just like she’d been ignoring everything else for the past six weeks. She wouldn’t dare consider it for even a second. If she did, it might make this a little too real and then it’d probably be a problem.

—————

(Y/N) ended up getting out of work early. She had no doubt that Leslie had tipped the head nurse, Natalie, off about her little episode earlier in the afternoon. When things slowed down about an hour and half later, she’d approached her, ordering her to go home, instead of asking if she wanted to.

(Y/N) attempted to call Sebastian when she’d reached her car but it went straight to voicemail. She found it a little odd, as he never turned off his phone, but didn’t dwell on it. She was far too excited to get home, change into comfy clothes, and snuggle her baby.

Upon arrival, she was displeased to find the elevator out of service, leaving her no choice but to take the stairs. Her movements were sluggish and she was far more winded than she normally was when she reached her floor.

For a split second, she debated asking Georgeta to stay so she could take a quick power nap but decided against it, in favor of going straight to bed after Theo went down. Maybe she’d even let him sleep with her tonight. She could really go for some snuggles and he always slept in when he slept with her.

One of Georgeta’s Romanian tunes could be heard from the hallway, which meant she was cooking. An image of the older woman dancing around the kitchen with Theo on her hip as she sung softly, made a smile break across her face. It’d been awhile since she came home to that, she had missed it.

Unlocking the door she was immediately greeted with an excited Bucky, who jumped right up on his hind legs, pressing his paws to her chest to lick at her face. His tail was wagging a mile a minute as he let out happy, little whines.

He’d been very clingy lately, whining and crying when she left, and following her everywhere she went when home. He’d even started sleeping in her bed again, curled protectively against her body. She didn’t know whether it was because Sebastain was away or because she hasn’t been home as much lately.

“Hi. Hi.” She cooed, dropping her stuff before kneeling down to give the pup some much needed love and affection. He wiggled his body against her hands, excited and far too eager to feel her touch as she ran her fingers through his thick fur.

Desperate to see her people, she made her way further into the house, heading straight to the kitchen, where she was surprised to find only Georgeta. And as predicted, she was swaying in front of the stove.

“Hi.”

The woman whipped around at the sound of her voice, her entire face lighting up when she caught sight of the younger woman setting her lunch bag on the counter.

“Dragul meu.” She cooed, scurrying around the island to pull the woman into a hug. “You’re home early! How was work?”

“Work was fine.” She smiled, drawing back, she grabbed her bag, emptying the contents left over from her lunch. “Today was slow for once!” She shocked her head, rolling her eyes playfully, “Which is good because I’m dead on my feet.”

Georgeta returned to her stirring at the stove, listening intently as (Y/N) chatted about her day, and stealing glances as she moved around the kitchen placing her used Tupperware in the dishwasher and snagging a banana from the fruit bowl.

Truthfully, she’d been worried about the younger woman. Although she didn’t comment on it, she’d noticed a change in her weight and had overheard her vomiting a few times before work. Not to mention, how exhausted she seemed to be. Even when they spent time together on her days off, she seemed drained—movements sluggish and a lack of concentration and focus.

She didn’t bring it up to (Y/N), but she sure as hell mentioned it to Sebastain. That woman was as stubborn as they come and if anyone was going to get through to her, it would be her son.

“You work to hard.” Georgeta commented, waving her spoon at (Y/N) in a pointed manner. “You need to rest. You’ll burn yourself out.”

“I know.” She sighed, scrubbing her hand down her face. “Tell that to my work. Sometimes I don’t even think they realize how many hours they have me at. My overtime is through the roof.”

It was only then she realized just how quiet the apartment was. Far too quiet to be containing a certain two year old. “Wait.” She paused, placing her glass of water back on the counter, “Where’s Theo?”

“Right here.” A familiar voice called. One that she hadn’t heard in person for almost two months.

She spun around so fast, she nearly felt dizzy.

And there Sebastian was, looking as handsome as ever in a pair of gray joggers and tight white t-shirt with their son in his arms.

“Oh my god.” She whispered, her legs were already moving before her mind had time to process. She let out a choked sob as she collapsed into his side, mindful of Theo as she buried her face in his chest. “You’re here.” She cried, tears flowing so fast, she could already feel it soaking through his shirt.

“Hey.” He whispered, his mother appeared at his side, taking Theo from his arms so he could console her. “Yeah, baby. I’m here.” He wrapped her up tightly to his chest, rocking her back forth in his embrace while pressing soft kisses to her head. “I missed you.”

“I missed you.” She mumbled, clinging to him as if he’d disappear at any given moment. It felt like it honestly, for all she knew this could be just another good dream and she’d wake up alone in her bed. “How—how are you here?”

“We wrapped early.” He rubbed his hands soothingly along her back, attempting to console her. “I hopped on the first plane once I shot my last scene.” He didn't mention that his mother had called him a few days prior, voicing a few of her concerns that left him absolutely reeling with worry.

He may or may not have pushed and begged to finish his scenes immediately so that he could return home early. But she didn’t need to know that.

Sebastian pulled back, cupping her face with both hands, he tilted her head up, and kissed her for the first time in almost two months. It was short and sweet due to the other two onlookers but it was enough to get her heart racing in her chest and a warmth that’d been missing to spread across her chest and seep into her bones.

He was home. Nothing else mattered now. Everything would be alright.

“How are you, sweetheart?” He whispered, nudging his nose tenderly against hers. She looked so tired it caused his heart to ache in his chest. If he thought that time a few months ago was bad, it was nothing compared to now. She looked so frail, weak.

She was pale, lacking a natural flush to her cheeks, the bags under her eyes were prominent and deep compared to when he’d seen her last, and she felt thinner in his hold. Something was off and he doubted it was just from lack of sleep.

“I’m okay. I really missed you.” She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “And how are you? How was your flight?”

He looked the same. Same handsome smile, same fluffy hair and full beard.

He’d returned to her just as he was. She loved it. It was like he’d never actually left in the first place.

“I’m better now that I’m with you, my pretty girl.” He leaned down to peck her lips, thumb brushing tenderly along her tear stained cheeks. “My flight was good though. Even though it seems to take forever. I think I was just eager to get home to my family.”

She blushed at that, a bashful smile playing at the corner of her lips. “We’re happy to have you here. You’re not allowed to leave ever again. Just so you know.”

He chuckled, “Wasn’t planning on it, sweet girl, at least not for a little while…Now,” His face was quick to turn stern and serious. “I heard you’ve been overworking yourself so go change and take a little nap before dinner.”

“I love you, ya know that?”

“I do.” He nodded, signature smirk drawn across his sharp features, “And I hope you know, I love you more.” He stole another quick kiss, “Now, off you go.” Giving her bottom a subtle pat, he shooed her off.

“Jeez. So bossy.” She shot him a wink and smirk before strolling to give Theo some love.

After smooching the tot in a tight hug and smothering his faces with smooches, she wandered off in the direction of the bedroom. Leaving Sebastian to talk with his mother while Theo fiddled with a few new trucks and cars his father had brought him in his little pop up tent.

“You’re right.” Sebastian sighed, plopping down in a seat at the island. He scrubbed his hands down his face and scratched the coarse hair along his jaw. “She doesn’t look healthy. Something is off.”

“I told you, fiul meu.” She appeared behind him, massaging her hands along his shoulders in attempts to relieve some of the tension. “I am worried.”

“And you said you’ve heard her throwing up a few times?” He asked, biting down hard on his lip. “You don’t think… you don’t think she’s making herself throw up?”

“No. No.” She slipped into the seat beside him, taking her hands in his. “No. She’s very tired. They are overworking her, yes, but this is different. She’s emotional and a little bit moody. When she isn’t sick, her appetite is big.” She took a deep breath, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she searched his concern filled eyes. “I think this is something else entirely.”

Sebastian opened his mouth to ask what she meant but there was a loud thump from across the apartment. He was quick to his feet, worry and fear rising within and causing his chest to tighten. He raced down the hall, Georgeta hot on his heels, in the direction of (Y/N)’s bedroom.

Pushing open the door, he is met with an empty room. “(Y/N/N)?” He called, knocking softly on the closed bathroom door, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, “You alright in there? It sounded like something fell.”

When he received no response, he didn’t hesitate to push it open, only to be met with some sort of resistance, like something was in the way. There was just enough room for him to slip through the crack and he was met with the sight of her passed out on the floor.

He swore his heart dropped into his stomach.

“Oh my God. Fuck.” He dropped to his knees, cradling her head in his large hands, “Hey, baby. Wake up—Mama, call 911–(Y/N), come on, sweetheart, wake up.”

Georgeta scurried off in search of her phone, leaving him to stay with her.

Two fingers found her carotid artery on her neck and he was relieved that she still had a pulse.

“(Y/N)! Please, come on, baby.” He called, brushing his fingers through her tousled hair once he’d positioned her head in his lap. “Wake up.”

He couldn’t help but cry of relief when she groaned softly, eyes fluttering across her pale cheeks.

“Atta girl.” He whispered, voice cracking as few tears slipped down his cheeks. “Open your eyes. Let me see those pretty (Y/E/C) eyes.”

“’m fine.” She croaked groggily, coming back to it. “Oh, hey! Nope.” He scolded, pushing her gently back when she attempted to sit up. “Stay put. The medics are on their way.”

“Don’t needa go to hospital.” She attempted to argue, even as she still struggled to keep her eyes open, her head lolling side to side. “‘M fine, jus lil tired.”

“My god, you stubborn woman.” Sebastain chuckled, tossing his head back with a soft shake. “Humor me, please. I just fucking found you passed on the bathroom floor. You just about gave me a heart attack, sent me to my grave early.”

She opened her mouth to respond but he cut her off, “And don’t even act like you haven’t been feeling good for the past few weeks.”

He desperately wanted to ask her why she didn’t mention it to him, but now was not the time.

“Sorry.” She whispered sleepily, reaching for his free hand.

“What are you sorry for, baby? Hmm?” He intertwined his fingers with hers as his other hand remained as it was, brushing soothingly through her hair. “You got nothing to be sorry for.”

“Sorry I scared you.” She breathed out a soft sigh at the nice feeling of his ministrations, relaxing further into his lap as she fought off sleep. “Sorry didn’t tell bout feelin bad… didn’t wanna make ya worry.”

“I’m always gonna worry about you, (Y/N). I love you.” He lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. “It’s what comes with loving someone. I worry because I care.”

“Worry bout you too.” She smiled tiredly up at him, eyes heavily lidded, chest rising and falling steadily. “Cause I love you a lot too.”

“I know, pretty girl.”

The paramedics arrived a few minutes later, they were quick to get her hooked up to various machines and ask her a few questions. Sebastian wasn’t sure what the big box thing and all the wires did, but he trusted them to do their job. He remained quiet as he sat beside her on the floor, continuing to hold her hand and comb through her (Y/H/C) locks, as he took it all in.

Once they were sure she was stable, they moved her to the gurney though she’d whined and protested like there was no tomorrow, claiming profusely that she didn’t need to go to the hospital and that she was fine.

God, she really was going to send him to the grave early. He swore he could physically feel gray hairs growing in.

Sebastian went with her, plopping himself down beside her to hold her hand, play with her hair, brush his thumb across her cheek, and whisper sweet nothing in her ear. Anything to let her know he was there, while she dozed, all cuddled up and strapped into the stretcher.

Georgeta would stay home with Theo until further notice, neither of them wanting to wrangle a hangry, tired two year old while sitting for hours to wait for test results. Besides, it wasn’t anything he should see right now, far too young to understand what was happening to his momma. It would only upset him to see her like that.

Upon arriving at the hospital, he for the first time in his life, pulled out the celeb card, and requested (Y/N) be placed in a private room, away from prying eyes and the chaos of the emergency room. But he didn’t really need to because one of her coworkers was quick to recognize her.

“(Y/N), what the hell?” A redhead hissed, leaning over the gurney once the medics had rolled her into a room. “What happened now?”

“Hi, Leslie.” (Y/N) smiled lazily, eyes droopy and glazed. “This my boyfriend, Sebastian. Seb this work bestie, Leslie.”

“Hi, I’ve heard a lot about you.” She grinned, slipping on a pair of gloves, “What trouble she get in now?”

“Nothing, I’m-”

“She fainted.” He interjected, “Passed out right on the bathroom floor.”

“Ah.” Leslie sighed, preparing an IV. “And yet here she is trying to tell me she’s fine.” She shook her head, tsking softly, “I’m starting you on fluids, Miss Queen of Denial. Did you tell Sebastian here about your little mishap earlier?”

“Nope.” Sebastain pulled a seat up beside her bed, taking her free hand between his own. “She did not. What happened?”

“Couldn’t keep her lunch down, threw it up right in the nurses station at the smell of my sandwhich.”

“Huh.” Sebastian sighed, sitting back in his seat. He was completely stumped. He didn’t have the best knowledge on this kind of stuff but he was lost over what could possibly be wrong with her. She was healthy, completely fine when he’d left her two months ago. “Should we be worried? She’s not like…” He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “She’s not seriously ill or anything, right?”

Leslie laughed, and somehow it seemed to ease the ache in his chest and tension in shoulders. If she wasn’t worried, he didn’t need to be either.

“Oh no, honey. She’s fine. I’m almost postive I know exactly what this is but I’ll let the doctor run some tests first.” She finished connecting the IV, hanging it up on the pole beside her before removing her gloves. “Listen, I’m sorry (Y/N) but Ben is the only doctor available right now.”

Sebastian perked up in his seat as (Y/N) whined in protest.

“I know, babe.” Leslie frowned, placing her hand over hers and giving a little squeeze, “But your boyfriends here with you. Maybe Sebastian can freak him out a little, go all alpha make on his pervy ass.” She shrugged, shooting him a glance, “Maybe it'll be enough to get him off your case for good.”

“Yeah, baby.” Sebastian agreed, “One wrong move and I’ll rough him up a bit. He won’t bother you when I’m here. I just want you looked at as soon as possible.” He brought her hand up, pressing a kiss to her lithe fingers, “Just need to make sure you’re okay.”

Once she’d agreed, Leslie was out the door, returning with a bald man, who looked to be around 5’9. Sebastian had to bite back a laugh.

This man really thought he stood a chance with his girl.

The man swooped confidently into the room, completely ignoring his presence. “Oh, (Y/N), what a pleasant surprise!” He grinned, reaching down to pat her hand, and letting it linger a bit too long for Sebastian’s liking. “What seems to be the problem today?”

Sebastian rose confidently from his seat, chest puffed out slightly, “Hi, I’m her boyfriend, Sebastian.” He reached his hand across the bed, holding it out for Ben to shake.

“Oh.” The man's eyes widened, hesitantly placing his hand in his. Sebastian just couldn't help himself, gripping his much smaller hand tightly and giving it a firm shake. He found great pleasure in the way Ben winced, drawing back his hand with a little shake, flexing and stretching his fingers. “Oh, shit. You-you’re Sebastian Stan.”

“Yeah, yeah I am.” He chuckled slowly, “So I’d really appreciate it if you took good care of my girl. She’s not feeling too good and I want you to find out what’s wrong with her and fix it.”

“Right, of course.” He stuttered out, eyes darting rapidly, looking anywhere and everywhere to avoid meeting Sebastian’s hardened gaze. “I just have a few questions and then we’ll run some tests.”

Leslie giggled quietly from behind the doctor, shooting Sebastian a subtle thumbs up and a wink which he couldn’t help but crack the smallest smirk over. Ben got right down to business, asking numerous questions about the symptoms she was experiencing, when they started, about her lifestyle—eating habits, sleeping habits, last menstrual cycle.

Sebastian had to bite his lip to keep from laughing when the man blushed bright red and stuttered through asking if she was sexually active. To which the Romanian man had proudly, smugly answered that she definitely was.

He was having far too much fun making this dude uncomfortable. He didn’t feel bad, not when he’d spent more time making his girl feel the same. He was pretty confident he’d be leaving (Y/N) the hell alone from here on out.

Before leaving, he’d ordered some tests, promising profusely that he’d place them under a rushed order.

Leslie and Sebastain shared a good laugh after he practically flew from the room, slamming the door behind him.

She was quick to gather supplies to draw some blood from (Y/N) who had fallen asleep the second Ben had finished his interrogation, unintentionally leaving him to ask the necessary questions or voice any concerns.

“So,” Sebastian began, crossing his arms over his check, “You said you had a pretty good idea of what’s going on with her…”

“I do.” Leslie smiled, capping one vial before moving to fill another.

“What do you think?” He asked, biting down at his lip as he watched closely as she worked.

“Honest truth?” He nodded, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I think she’s pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” His heart skipped a beat in his chest. He whispered the word a few times, tasting on his tongue. He was slow to process the concept, a million thoughts racing through his mind and he couldn’t seem to latch onto just one. He swallowed hard, “Really?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, drawing the needle back and discarding it before wiping away a drop of blood that slipped down her arm and placing a bandage over it. “Extreme fatigue, nausea and vomiting, dizziness and fainting, food aversions. I know you’ve been away so you haven’t seen her but god she looked like she’s been through a war lately.” She shook her head, placing the vials in a little box before slipping off her gloves. “She tried to hide her symptoms from me, she really did, but she was tossing her cookies between patients, and couldn't really seem to keep anything down— hence the weight loss. I can’t even count on both hands how many times I caught her dozing off while charting in the past three weeks. And then today’s fainting spell.” She gazed down at the sleeping woman, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “The other day she complained about her breast hurting too. Another sign.”

“She’s in denial.” Leslie straightened up, narrowing her brown eyes at Sebastian. “I think she’s scared. She’s been claiming it’s allergies or she’s just tired.”

“Why would she be scared?” He wondered aloud, dropping back in his seat, he scratched the hair along his cheeks and jaw.

“Maybe she’s scared of how you’d react. You know how she is, doesn’t like to burden anyone, Miss independent and all.” She sighed softly, “She went through her pregnancy with Theo on her own and maybe she has some underlying fears about going through that again. She mentioned once that it was a tough pregnancy.”

“I wouldn’t.” He cleared his throat, shifting in his chair so he could take her cold hand between his. “I wouldn’t leave. She won’t be alone ever again.”

“Well, I’m relieved to hear you say that because then I’d have to kick your ass.” She teased, a playful smirk on her lips. “Would that be something you wanted?

Sebastian wasn't very sure about a lot of things. He was indecisive more often than not. It always took him longer than it should to pick what he wanted to eat for breakfast or decide what role he wanted to try to score next nor did he have any idea of where he wanted to be in five year.

But he was sure about (Y/N).

There was no picking or choosing or deciding with her. She was never just an option to him. In his eyes it was a given that she’d be there.

When he couldn’t decide what he wanted one morning, she’d already be there cooking something in the kitchen. Or if he was overwhelmed by the piles upon piles of scripts sitting on his desk at home, she’d waltz right up, plop herself down his lap to read through them with him, effortlessly picking and choosing her favorites with a thoroughly thought out argument as to why the role would be perfect for him. And as for where he saw himself in five years, that was all too easy, right by her side.

So if she were pregnant, which could very well be true with the amount of unprotected sex they’d had before his departure to LA, it wouldn’t ever be a deciding factor as to whether he’d stay or go. She was stuck with him.

Whether she liked it or not, he belonged to her.

And maybe deep down a part of him wanted this. After all, he was very much aware of how babies were made but that didn’t seem to stop him from cumming inside her every chance he got.

The thought of Theo having a little brother or sister didn’t sound all that bad.

In fact, the idea of seeing (Y/N) grow all round and swollen as she nurtured and carried his baby, made his heart swell in his chest. To actually be there this time around to witness all those first he’d missed out on with Theo. That first cry he or she made as they entered this world. To hear them babble their very first words or take their very first step. To cradle them and rock them tightly to his chest on those sleepless nights and maybe even change a few diapers.

Yeah, maybe the timing wasn’t the best. He was due to film Captain America 4 in just a few months but he hadn’t accepted any project after that and he could take some time off to be there. He could make it work—would make it work.

And he’d do it all with (Y/N).

With her by his side, together they could do anything. Including having another baby.

“Yeah.” He nodded, a smile cracking across her face. “Yeah, that’s something I would want.”

Seemingly pleased with his answer, Leslie left to get those tests going, leaving Sebastain to watch over (Y/N) as she slept, completely oblivious and unaware of the thoughts swirling around in his head.

Visions of snuggling a little baby to his bare chest, picturing his pretty girl in a rocking chair, singing softly as she breastfed their baby, and imagining Theo blue eyes all wide with wonder as he held his sibling for the very first time.

Soon enough, he was shaking (Y/N) awake when Ben stepped into the room, results held in hand. He moved to sit beside her on the bed, wanting to hold her close as the doctor broke the news.

The need to let her know he was there and wouldn’t be going anywhere, despite her worries and concerns, was almost overwhelming.

“Well, the results are in.” Ben started, looking a little too solemn. “And it looks like you’re pregnant. Congratulations.”

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Just One Night—Masterlist

Just One Night—Masterlist Pairings-- Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader Summary You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that w

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Just One Night—Chapter Ten

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18++ smut, soft unprotected sex, pure fricken fluff, dad!seb. CHRISTMAS BABY!!!

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December 24, 2020

(Y/N) glanced up from where she’d been chopping potatoes when Sebastian entered the kitchen, a sleepy Theo on his hip. “Well good morning.” She beamed, placing the knife down and wiping her hands on her apron before strolling around the island.

She stood up on her tiptoes pecking Sebastian’s pink, pouty lips and then Theo’s head from where it rested on his father’s shoulder. They’d both taken a much needed nap after a morning spent playing in the snow, giving her, Katie, Georgeta, and her mom time to prepare for tonight’s Christmas party.

“Sleep well?” She asked, adjusting the little plaid bow tie Sebastian dressed Theo in. “You look so handsome, Theo.” With his little khakis, joggers and gray dress shirt to match the tie perfectly. He’d even added a bit of gel to the tots curls, styling it similarly to how he styled his own.

“Mhmm.” Sebastian hummed, his blue eyes still a little cloudy and swollen with sleep. He turned his attention to the boy in his arms, a large hand rubbing the length of his back. “Didn’t we, bubs?” Theo nodded slowly, lids still heavy as they fought to stay open.

She wasn’t at all surprised they were both still drowsy and slow to wake up. They’d played really hard outside. (Y/F/N) had retrieved the old sled from above the garage and Sebastian had spent an hour pulling the tot around on it and riding it down the hill out back. They’d only come inside after she’d bribed them with hot chocolate and homemade pot pie for lunch.

With rosy cheeks, frozen noses, numb fingers and toes, she’d helped them from their winter wear and set them up to eat in front of the fireplace. She plopped herself in Sebastian’s lap, listening contently as Theo babbled from where he sat in his highchair. Once their bellies were full and they were warm to the touch, she’d shooed them off for an afternoon nap. Peaking in on them a half hour later, Sebastian was sprawled across the bed with Theo cuddled across his chest, snores falling softly from both pairs of parted lips. They were a sight for sore eyes and it had taken everything in her not to join them. She’d reluctantly dragged herself from the room and back to the task of preparing dinner but not without taking a few pictures of them first.

“And you.” She smiled, running her hand along Sebastian’s chest, the feeling of the green cashmere sweater soft beneath her palm. “You look so good.” And he did, with his hair fluffed to perfection, the scruff along his jaw full but trimmed neatly, and those black jeans that made his ass look good.

“Says you.” He mumbled, free hand finding her waist to drag her body closer to his before leaning down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. “You look gorgeous, baby. Always do.” He smiled, dipping to peck her lips a few more times.

(Y/N) had put a bit more time and effort into her own appearance. Taking the time to loosely curl her hair and put on a bit more makeup than she was used to. Katie had begged to pick out an outfit for her and she’d chosen a black long sleeve bodysuit, black and white plaid skirt, paired with nylons and black Chelsea boots. It had always been somewhat of a tradition to dress nicely for the Christmas eve party and she wasn’t about to give that up now.

“Thank you.” She bowed her head, a bashful smile tugging at the corner of her red painted lips, and a subtle blush coating the apples of her cheeks. She couldn’t help it. Not when he was looking at her like that, brushing his thumb so tenderly along her cheek.

Before she could say anything further the doorbell rang and like a horse to a carrot, her family rushed to greet whoever lay behind it. Georgeta appeared beside them, whisking Theo from Sebastian’s arms on her trek to the front entryway without a word.

Taking advantage of the moment alone, the Romanian man drew (Y/N) back in, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other cupping her jaw as he attached his lips to hers for one more sweet kiss. It would be awhile before he had a chance to have her all to himself and he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity now.

“I love you.” He breathed out. Ever since he’d said it. He couldn’t stop. It spilled freely and proudly from his lips every chance he got. He wanted—needed her to know that no matter what, he loved her.

“I love you, Sebastian.” She pressed her forehead to his, eyes fluttering closed as she took a moment to feel his body against hers and breath in the comforting scent of his cologne.

“Where is this boyfriend I've heard so much about?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the sound of her grandmother’s voice echoing throughout the front foyer. “You said he looks just like Theo and I need to see it with my very own eyes.”

An elderly woman appeared in the doorway, her hands on her hips, and an expression of pure determination on her wrinkled face. “My God.” She chuckled when her eyes landed on Sebastian. “You're right, (Y/M/N). Those genetics are as strong as steel.” Before the younger couple could reply or react she was standing before them, embracing Sebastian in one of her bone crushing hugs. Like the trooper he was, he’d let her, wrapping her up in his arms with just as much enthusiasm. (Y/N) had to cover her mouth to subdue a giggle at the look of wonder and shock on the brunette man’s face. She didn’t understand his surprise, this was her mother’s mother after all.

The rest of the family shuffled in, exchanging joyful greetings and eager introductions. Everyone had welcomed Sebastian and Georgeta with open arms, making sure to go out of their way to make the pair feel comfortable and at ease.

It was a little overwhelming at first. He didn’t have a big, loving family growing up. It was always just him, his mom, his step dad, and step brother. He wasn’t used to family get-togethers on holidays or joyous occasions. Hell, they barely even celebrated his birthday once he’d turned eighteen and attended college. But as the evening went on, he grew more and more relaxed and comfortable in everyone’s presence.

Sebastian sat back trying to piece it all together. There were (Y/N)’s grandparents and an aunt on her mother’s side--Jack, Louis, and their daughter Carrie. Two aunts and uncles from her father’s side--Susan was married to Bill and Kathy to Joe. An abundance of cousins, mostly girls, all married and with children of their own. Feeling confident that he wouldn’t call someone by the wrong name, he joined the group of men in the living room. Carson and (Y/F/N) did well to include him in conversation after passing him a beer and giving him a reassuring pat on the back. Georgeta and (Y/M/N) entertained her grandmother and aunts over wine and various appetizers while (Y/N), Katie, and two of her cousins returned to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

He kept his eye on Theo, who ran excitedly after his second cousins on chunky, unsteady legs. He was struggling to keep up, being the youngest of the bunch, but he was a stubborn, determined little fella. The two oldest girls seemed to adore him, taking on the task of caring for and playing with him. In fact, they seemed to take charge of the entire crew--settling them if they got too riled up or scolding them when they let their too eager hands wander over the abundance of gifts that lay underneath the twelve foot tree.

The entire house was so lively and warm--bursting with chatter, laughter, and holiday tunes, the lights low to showcase the Christmas lights that were strung randomly about and wound through the tree, and the smell of cooked ham and mashed potatoes wafting from the kitchen. Now that he’d gotten a taste of this experience, he didn’t want to miss out on something like this ever again. He’d dreamt of times like this since he was a boy and as he grew up and life went on, the idea seemed less and less plausible. Then along came (Y/N) and all things he’d once considered impossible were suddenly possible now. He was suddenly a father, then a boyfriend, and now he felt as if he and his mother had a new family.

It wasn’t long until (Y/N) was calling everyone to the dining room. The table was set neatly with the best china and the most delicious looking food. He’d taken a seat between his girl and her grandmother after bucking Theo in his highchair. He watched, taking it all in as the family fell into a somewhat of an assembly line to pass and distribute the dishes. The food was as good as it looked. The ham, mashed potatoes, green beans, freshly baked rolls, and strawberry jello prepared to perfection, leaving everyone raving and (Y/N) blushing tenfold. She’d spent the better part of the meal tucked into his side on the large bench, laughing as Louis flirted and dote on her boyfriend. Sebastian picked up on her games rather quickly and flirt playfully in return, even when she pinched his cheeks a little too hard. He couldn’t complain all too much about it when it had (Y/N) giggling and grinning like that.

Eventually, they’d moved the party to the living room so that they could clean things up before presents. Sebastian, Carson, and one of her cousin's husbands volunteered to do the dishes. He’d done it with the intention of getting (Y/N) to relax and spend time with her family but of course, she didn’t. Choosing to pack the leftovers up and direct the boys on where to store the clean dishes. It didn’t take long between the four of them and soon they were joining everyone in the living room.

Sebastian plopped down in an oversized armchair, dragging (Y/N) into his lap just as (Y/M/N) began passing presents. There wasn’t much for the adults besides the sweaters Louis had personally knit everyone. Sebastian had been shocked when the package had been placed in his lap. It was actually very well knit and navy blue. She’d proclaimed excitedly that it would “bring out those darling blue eyes.”, to which the girl in his arms had agreed. He’d proudly assured Louis that he’d most definitely wear and thanked her profusely for such a unexpected, heartfelt gift.

Despite that, he had thoroughly enjoyed watching the children, especially Theo, receiving numerous gifts. The way his entire being would light up and he’d stumble over with the gift in his little hands so his momma or daddy could help him open it, had Sebastian absolutely swooning. He swore he had a permanent smile etched across his face all evening and he didn’t think it would go away anytime soon. The cherry on top was (Y/N), who sat perched in his lap, her back leaning comfortable against his chest and head resting on his shoulder. She wore a content smile, eyes gleaming with joy as she chatted casually with the people around them and sipped slowly on her wine.

She was perfect.

The perfect mother. The perfect daughter. Sister. Granddaughter. Cousin. Niece. And the perfect girlfriend.

She jumped up to fill empty wine glasses or fetch someone another beer. She made sure to keep up on trashing the discarded wrapping paper so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle later. She joined Theo in his excitement about each and every gift. Even opening gifts when he got distracted by a toy he’d previously unwrapped.

The evening wrapped shortly after they finished up presents. The kids were tired and parents still had to do some preparation for Christmas the following morning. One by one they started to leave, wishing them a ‘Merry Christmas’ and a few ‘It was nice to meet you’s’ directed towards Georgeta and Sebastain.

Soon after (Y/N) was whisking Theo off to bed after he’d kissed and wished each of them a goodnight, leaving him to help Katie stock the stockings and lay out more presents for the morning. When (Y/N) returned, looking a little sleepy herself, she’d helped him finish off the cookies and milk, and nibbled on the celery and carrots to make it look like the reindeer had enjoyed a quick treat on the stop by their house. Then they too snuggled up beneath the sewn quilt in their room and fell into a blissfully content sleep.

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(Y/N) stirred from her deep slumber to the feeling of a warm body pressing harder against hers and soft lips leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along the back of her shoulder and neck.

A content sigh slipped from her lips as she sunk further into Sebastain’s embrace, surrendering herself to his ministrations.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, voice husky and still thick with sleep. “Merry Christmas.”

“Mmm.” She groaned, burying her face into the pillow beneath her in attempts to hide a smile. “Merry Christmas.” Her voice was muffled but she was certain he’d still heard her, by the low chuckle that vibrated against her back.

The sun was just starting to rise, meaning it was far too early for them to be up. But Sebastian didn’t seem to care, his large hands were already wandering the length of her body—tracing each and every dip and curve. She let him, eyes fluttering against the apples of her cheek and breath steady as she allowed herself to doze in his arms.

That is, until his hips pressed forward, his hardened cock nudging her ass. He let out a soft moan causing her to shudder in his hold and goosebumps to pimple across her skin. His warm hands found her waist, holding her in place as he ground his hips into hers again. This time with much more precision, his cock skimming repeatedly between her cheeks and down the length of her clothed core.

She pushed back, angling her hips up to allow him better access. The guttural groan that slipped from his lips and directly into her ear, set her entire body alight.

“Need you, prințesă.” He panted, lips skimming up her shoulder. “Need to feel your tight cunt wrapped around me. Let me make you feel good.” He pecked that sweet spot just below her ear. “Let’s start this day off right.”

“Please.” She whimpered, biting down her lip as his lips latched onto the sensitive skin, sucking and licking gently so as to not leave an obvious mark. He didn’t want to deal with Carson and Katie’s teasing. They’d spent two whole days declaring him a horny teenager when they’d caught a glance of the marks he’d painted on her skin at the beginning of the week. “Please, Sebastian.”

“What do you need, baby? Hmm?” He drew his hips back, rolling her onto her back. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down to capture her lips in a soft, slow kiss. She parted her lips when his tongue swiped across her bottom lip, allowing him access to better taste her.

He drew back to catch his breath and was taken aback by the sight before him. She looked like a goddess in the morning light—pink lips swollen, cheeks, neck, and chest flushed, and (Y/E/C) eyes lidded beneath long lashes. She’d gone to bed wearing nothing but a pair of cheeky cotton panties so he was granted the glorious view of her hardened nipples and soft curves.

“Fuck me. Please.” She whined, dainty hands reaching out to feel him—tracing his shoulders, down his chest, and to his leaking cock. He gasped when her fingers wrapped around his base before giving it a few meaningful tugs. She nibbled on her bottom lip, lust blown hues wandering up from where her hand pumped his cock, past his heaving chest, to meet his own hooded gaze.“Wanna feel you. Need you inside me.”

She was going to be the death of him. Sebastian was sure.

“You want me to fuck you?” He nodded to himself, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his fingers trailed along the waistband of her panties. “Right now? Don’t want my mouth or fingers first? Hm? Just need my cock?”

“Yes. Fuck. Please.” She keened as his thick digits dipped beneath the cotton fabric to brush across her drenched slit.

“Shit, baby. You’re soaked.” She whimpered at the loss of his touch when he drew back to slip the remaining garment down her legs before tossing it somewhere across the room. He shifted, moving to position himself between her spread legs. “You sure you don’t need my fingers first baby? Don’t want to hurt you.”

“No.” She shook her head, wrapping her legs around his slim waist and arms over his broad shoulders, “Just your cock.”

Steadying himself on one arm, he gripped his thick length, pumping it a few times before running it along her heated core. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way she gasped, hips bucking when his leaking head bumped against her clit. He gave no warning before he pushed into her, burying himself deep within her warm, wet walls.

Sebastian groaned at the feeling, pausing a moment to let her spasming walls adjust as she keened and gasped beneath him. The moment she started clawing at his back and digging her crossed legs into his lower spine with a few breathless pleas, he drew out to the tip before pushing slowly back in.

He set a steady pace, pushing into her with slow but deliberate thrusts, allowing her to feel every ridge and vein of his cock along her tight, velvety walls. His lips met hers in a sloppy, hard kiss. One that was all teeth, tongue, and obnoxiously desperate.

Just as he got into the flow of things, rhythm steady and a pressure beginning to build at the base of his spine, she pushed hard on his chest, using her entire body weight to flip him over. His back hit the mattress and she was tossing a leg over to straddle his waist before he had time to comprehend.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, large hands grasping her waist as she slid down on him, her soaked pussy eagerly sucking him back in.

If he thought she looked like a goddess beneath him...God, it was nothing compared to how she looked above him. (Y/H/C) wild, eyes closed, head tossed back, lips reddened and swollen, and an expression of pure bliss worn across her delicate features.

(Y/N) planted her hands on his chest as she began to roll her hips, back arching as her bundle of nerves brushed deliciously over the trimmed hairs trailing from his lower abdomen to the base of his cock.

He couldn’t help himself, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of lips as his hand lifted to slap her ass, spurring her on and causing her pace to pick up.

“Atta girl.” He cooed, “Just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock.” His fingers trailed lower, easily locating her sensitive bud and strumming it quickly beneath the pads of his calloused fingers.

(Y/N) cried out, nails scratching desperately at his chest in attempts to ground herself as she teetered just on the edge of her climax. It didn’t take much, a few more swipes over her clit and the coil snapped. She came hard with a broken cry of his name, clenching and gushing all over his cock.

Sebastian watched her completely enthralled in the way her eyebrows pinched together, eyes fluttered closed, and soft moans spilled freely from her parted lips as her walls spasmed around him.

“I love you.” She panted, “I love you so much.”

Before he had time to respond, she lifted her hips until only his tip remained and then slammed herself back down. Setting a brutal pace that had his back arching and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Fuck.” He grit out, gripping her hips. “Fuck. I love you too.” Her pussy was still pulsing from her previous orgasm and it only seemed to get tighter with every brush of his thick cock against that sweet, spongy spot inside her. “Fuck. Want you to come with me. I love you. Please, baby.” He was a desperate, babbling mess beneath her—begging and pleading for her to keep going and to finish with him.

She knew he was absolutely done for when he started speaking Romanian under his breath. She’d managed to catch a few words and phrases in his rambling, ‘te iubesc’ and ‘frumoasa’ being one’s she had recognized.

His thumb found her clit once again, rubbing furiously over the overstimulated bundle as his free hand wrapped around her throat, dragging her down to capture her lips in a desperate, fiery kiss.

Her climax approached suddenly and without warning, she didn’t have time to prepare before the pressure in her naval snapped just as his hips stuttered and pressed hard and deep into her spasming cunt.

The feeling of his hot seed coating her walls had her keening into his mouth, her weeping cunt desperately milking him of every last drop.

(Y/N) collapsed onto his chest and Sebastian didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly to his chest as they both fought to catch their breath and steady their racing hearts.

“Thank you, pretty girl.” He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her temple, his fingers brushing tenderly along her bare back.

She lifted her head, resting her chin on his chest, and offering him a radiant smile, “No. Thank you.” Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck before she drew him in for a sweet, slow kiss.

Every ounce of her adoration and affection for him was poured into that kiss and he reciprocated with just as much, if not more love of his own.

They really didn’t need to verbally say those three words—could merely convey it with tender touches, longing gazes, and soft, lazy kisses but the way he’d whispered the words repeatedly against her hair as he held her in his arms, softened cock still buried within her, she’d never felt more assured and convinced of anything in her life.

And maybe she didn’t need to hear him say it but she never wanted him to stop.

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Eventually, Theo’s cries emitted from the baby monitor beside their bed, leaving them no choice but to leave the safety and warmth of the sheets.

When the sun was up, so was the toddler.

The rest of the house woke soon after to find the family of three adorned in matching pajamas and Santa hats, cooking breakfast and a fresh pot of coffee brewed.

They were in no rush, taking their sweet time to thoroughly enjoy the homemade waffles, eggs, bacon, and fruit. The atmosphere was lively with casual chatter and boisterous laughter, simply content to just be together on such a special day.

After a quick clean up and a refill to each of their mugs, they shifted to the living room to open their gifts.

They started with stocking. (Y/N) had allowed her mother to handle them this year after she’d voiced how much she missed doing it for her and Katie when they were kids. Of course, she’d made sure to add the traditional toothbrush, toothpaste, and orange at the bottom of each stocking along with each individual's preferred choice of candy, a few gift cards, wool socks, and other little sweet knick knacks.

In spite of the two year olds wearing patients and lack of an extended attention span, they decided to have Theo open his first. Sebastian had been the one to help him this time, plopping him on his lap, and guiding the tots hands to unwrap each gift.

It didn’t last long, Theo easily sidetracked by every present he opened. In the end, Sebastian had opened most but that was perfectly okay because (Y/N) still got lots of pictures and the tot was returning home with tons of new toys, books, and clothes.

Gift exchange between the adults went much quicker than it had with the toddler, seeing as there wasn’t nearly as much to give. Instead of giving a gift to everyone, (Y/M/N) had drawn names and assigned someone specifically to each of them.

Whatever they decided to give their significant other was up to them.

Everyone seemed pleased with what they’d received. Especially Georgeta who has received a brand new sewing machine and a large collection of printed photos of Theo from the first two years of his life from (Y/N).

“Alright.” (Y/N) smiled, smacking her hands against her thighs before rising from her seat once the rest of the family had left to give them some privacy. Walking over to the tree, she bent down to grab the beautifully decorated envelope that had been laid beneath all the presents. She felt nervous, in a good way, about finally giving Sebastain his gift. She’d spent a good month and half working out the details and it was something she knew without a doubt he would cherish forever. Taking a deep breath, she returned to her stop beside him before placing the envelope in his lap with shaky hands.

He set his mug aside, raising a curious brow at her, as a playful smile tugged at the corner of his pink lips. “Hmm.” He lifted it, giving it a small shake, “Wonder what this could be.” His fingers slid along the flap at the top. “Maybe it’s a puppy. I’ve always wanted one of those.”

“Don’t let Bucky hear you.” She chuckled, “Now hurry up. I’m getting impatient over here.”

“So demanding.” He tsked, shaking his head, though he still complied, pulling back the flap before tipping it to allow the contents to slide out. Two sheets of paper fell into his lap and his brows furrowed in confusion.

(Y/N) watched anxiously as his eyes scanned the first document, enjoying the way his features lit up at the realization.

“Is this what I think it is?” He asked hesitantly, sentiments bordering between serious and hopeful.

“Theo’s birth certificate.” She nodded encouragingly, “Sure is.”

“You…you added me?” He wondered, blue eyes widening significantly.

Her smile widened, “I did. You’re his father, your name belongs on his birth certificate. And before you say anything, look at the other one.”

Hesitantly, he slipped the other paper out from beneath the other.

“(Y/N).” He whispered, eye trained on the paper hanging between his fingers.

“Sebastian.” She replied, a smile growing on her face.

“You-” His voice paused, voice cracking, “You did this for me?” He met her gaze, blue eyes glossing over with unshed tears. “You changed his last name?”

She nodded, shooting him an encouraging smile. “I thought Theodore James Stan was more fitting.” Her heart clenched when his shoulders began to shake and a choked sob spilled from his trembling lips. She reacted immediately, her instinct to console him kicking into overdrive as she slid closer, embracing him against her chest and running her fingers soothingly along the hair at the nape of his neck and to the top of his spine.

Sebastian cried feebly into her chest, clutching desperately at the fabric of her shirt. He was quick to gather himself though, sniffling softly as he drew back from her, eyes a little puffy and red. “I don’t know whag to say. I—I,” He took a deep breath, blue hues searching hers as his mouth opened and closed, clearly at a loss for words. “Thank you.” He whispered, “For everything.”

“Merry Christmas, Seb.” With that she pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss.

“Merry Christmas.” He mumbled against her lips, dipping down to press a few more meaningful pecks to her plump lips. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” She smiled, gently combing her fingers through his messy hair. “More than you’ll ever know.”

After stealing one more quick kiss, he took a deep breath, rising to collect his own gift for her. “Listen, you really upstaged me here so bare with me-”

“Sebastian.” She interjected, shaking her head softly, “It doesn’t matter. Having you here with me is the greatest gift and better than anything I could’ve hoped for.” She reached out, intertwining her fingers with his when he was in reach and pulling him down to sit back beside her. “You alone are enough for me.”

“Okay.” He glanced away, a bashful grin tugging at the corner of his pink lips, and subtle blush rising to the apples of her cheeks. “Me too.”

He placed a decent sized square box in her lap, one that looked similar to something that would hold a pair of boots or thick jacket. She’d never specifically stated what she wanted and he’d never asked, but she did recently mention needing a new pair of winter boots next year. It wouldn’t surprise her if he’d stored the information for later use, he was a very attentive listener, especially when she was the one speaking.

She tore back the silver paper, excitement bubbling in her chest. Lifting the lid, she let out a little gasp at the contents within. Her attention was immediately drawn to the familiar disposable camera, positioned neatly over what looked to be a photo album.

“You kept it.” She whispered, pulling it gently from the box—as if it were the most delicate thing in the world and would merely crumble under her touch. Three years, it had been since she’d held it, running around New York with a man she’d known for less than five minutes.

It might be a cheap, disposable little thing but it meant so much more to her.

It was the beginning. Somewhat of a catalyst to the change that would occur in her life not too long after. A token of the night she conceived the one she loved most in this world with a man she loved just as deeply.

“Of course I did. I had all the pictures backed up and printed out.” Sebastian spoke up, wearing a pleased smile at the look of pure wonder and awe shining across her delicate features. “I put them in a scrapbook. I know how much you like those. So now you have one for us to go with the ones of Theo.”

She plucked the black cloth-covered book from the box, tossing it aside to open it in her lap. The first ten pages were filled completely from their night three years ago. Pictures of them outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art, around central park, at the bottom of the Empire State Building, in Time Square, on the Brooklyn Bridge. Of them sharing kisses, making goofy faces, and wearing big smiles. Even a few taken by or with strangers they’d cross paths with on the streets.

She continued to flip through, finding he’d even printed off recent pictures to add to the book. Including a lot of all three of them. A few from Halloween, thanksgiving with their parents, selfies from their drive to New York during the big move, a picture of them a stranger had taken while on their karaoke date, in their matching Christmas Pj’s, cuddling up during movie nights.

She hasn’t realized just how many photos they had together but to see them all before her made adoration and love bubble in her chest. She couldn’t really explain how she felt other than just happy.

Sebastian made her so extraordinarily happy.

“Oh, Sebastian.” She breathed out, dainty fingers tracing the very last page of the book. This picture was bigger than the rest, blown up to cover the entire page completely. It was one her mother had taken of them on thanksgiving.

They were standing together, Sebastian’s arm thrown over her shoulder, his other holding their son, who’s bottom rested in the crook of his father’s elbow as he looked to be laughing with (Y/N). Her head was tossed back, eyes scrunched, smile wide, and palm flat against Sebastian’s abdomen with her other arm wrapped around his waist as if she were relying on him to stay upright. While mother and son shared a giggle, the man in the middle was looking directly at her, an expression of complete awe and admiration worn shamelessly across his sharp features.

She could really see it in his eyes there, just how much he adored her.

Sebastian didn’t even have time to react, barely catching her when she launched herself into his lap and kissed him like it was the only thing she knew how to do. And he was quick to kiss her back with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm.

“Fuck, I really love you.” She chuckled when she pulled back, forehead resting contently against his.

“Fuck, I really fucking love you too.” He breathed out, large hands trailing the length of her waist, hips, and back. Content to just hold her and feel her beneath his touch. “Did I do good then?”

“You did fan-fucking-tactic, babe.”

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Just One Night—Masterlist

Just One Night—Masterlist Pairings-- Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader Summary You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that w

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Just One Night—Chapter Nine

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18+++ Flulff!! Pining!Seb, Dad!Seb, mentions of sex but not actual smut.

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December 20, 2020

Sebastian glanced at Theo in the rear view mirror. The tot was still sound asleep, all cute and snug in his car seat with his blankie tossed over his lap and his giraffe tucked under his arm.

It was impressive honestly, he’d passed out after they stopped for dinner around half past five—about five hours ago.

Beside his sleeping baby sat his mother, reading one of her cheesy romance novels with her glasses resting on the tip of her nose and a pair of bulky headphones over her ears. No doubt listening to some old Romanian tune or Ed Sheehan, she’d been hooked on him since (Y/N) introduced her to his music a few weeks ago.

Gerogeta’s presence always offered him a steady comfort, even more so now as he grew nervous at the prospects of meeting the rest of (Y/N)’s family. He was really happy to have her with him—to experience their first Christmas with Theo, (Y/N), and her family, together.

His eyes flicked back to the road. The sun had long ago set and a snow storm had rolled in, hindering his visibility of the snow covered road. Of course, he was used to the snow, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the winters in Michigan. His previous experience of driving in it has been slim to none and it only seemed to get worse the further they traveled north.

“I can take over if you want.” (Y/N) spoke up, drawing him from his thoughts. His nose scrunched at the idea. He was stubborn and a little too proud to admit that he couldn’t handle it.

He could.

He was perfectly capable of driving his family through the fricken tundra to a city he’d never been to before. He could transport them safely. And he would.

“It’s only gonna get worse from here. Just wait until we no longer have those nice city lights to guide us.” He could practically hear the smirk in her voice and he loathed it.

“I’m fine.” He grumbled, hands tightening around the wheel. He was sweating a little bit, anxiety rising steadily in his chest with every winding curve and downhill slope.

He spared a glance at her, eyes lingering a little longer than they should because good God, she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Sitting in the seat next to him, wearing his old college hoodie, that was a good two sizes too big, a pair of thick gray leggings, and fleece socks.

Those (Y/H/C) locks were loose and still a little flat around the top from the winter hat she’d had on earlier. She had only whined a little bit this morning when she’d realized she couldn’t pull it back in braids. Not with those dark purple marks he’d spent all night possessively sucking and biting into her delicate skin.

She looked so little and soft with her knees pulled up to her chest, back against the door so she was angled to face him. All fresh faced and wearing a sly smirk .Her coat and boots had been long discarded on the floor beneath her feet after claiming the heated seats warmed her to the bone.

“Are you?” She chuckled, an eyebrow cocked playfully. She was giving him that look. He really couldn’t get anything past her. Not when it came to reading him anyways. “Cause the way your white knuckling the steering wheel says otherwise.”

The man huffed, giving her a bit of a side eye as he bit his lip to suppress a smile. “What? You doubting my driving abilities now?”

“Woah. Now,” She tossed her hand up defensively, “I never said that. I’m just saying Michigan winters aren’t friendly. Even I—a born and raised michiganer—get anxious driving through this shit.”

Sebastian chuckled at her admission, “I’m fine, baby.” One hand dropped from the wheel, blindly reaching to grasp her thigh and give it a firm squeeze. “Just keep guiding and directing me and I’ll make sure to get in there in one piece.”

She lifted his hand from her thigh, intertwining her smaller hand with his before lifting it to her lips to kiss his fingers. “I believe in you.” She whispered, dropping their hands back on her lap.

“How long do we have anyways?” He wondered, flicking his brights on. He really couldn’t see a damn thing but the road was empty, save for them, so he wasn’t too worried about staying in the lane.

When she told him they were going somewhere near a place called Traverse City, this was definitely not what he was picturing. But he should’ve figured it would be in the middle of nowhere, surrounded only by trees when she said they’d be staying at her family's cabin. The city boy in him heard the word ‘city’ and automatically pictured something akin to a much smaller version of Chicago.

“Twenty minutes.” She responded after a quick glance at her phone. “Not too much longer.” Her thumb brushed soothingly along the back of his head. It consoled him, eased the budding anxiety within his chest.

“So tell me again who’s all going to be there?” He sat up further in his seat, eyes squinting to read a sign further up along the side of the road. He thinks it said something about watching for deer.

“Just us and my parents.” She responded, reaching out to retrieve a chocolate kiss from where she had them stored in the center console. “And my grandparents, my aunts, uncles, and cousins will come for dinner on Christmas Eve.”

“Okay.” He nodded, more so to himself. She didn’t know why he was so nervous. That man was quite the charmer she had no doubt she’d win them over with one of his dazzling smiles. There was no doubt, knowing her parents, that they already raved about him. They were so fond of him. The rest of the family would be too.

“And your sister and her husband, they still can’t make it?”

(Y/N) sighed, shoulders sagging slightly as she shook her head. “No. Carson couldn’t get the time off.” This was the first Christmas she’d spend without her big sister, Katie. Of course she understood but to say she was bummed would be an understatement. She hadn’t seen the couple since they moved to Seattle last year. Carson was a fireman and that type of work didn’t stop for no one or nothing. They just hadn’t found the time to visit and with her work schedule and Theo, she couldn’t pull off a visit either.

“What does Katie do again?” Sebastian asked, drawing her from her thoughts. He knew how upset she was when her sister called last week to break the news. She’d spent the rest of the evening sulking over it.

“She’s an elementary school art teacher and Carson is a fireman.”

“Ah. That’s right.” With a little yank on the hand he held, he guided her across her seat until she was crammed against the center counsel. Slipping his hand from hers to instead wrap it over her shoulder. She leaned into him, head resting on his shoulder as he pecked the top of her head and ran his fingers soothingly down her arm. “I’m sorry they can’t make it. I know how bummed you are.”

“It’s okay.” She sighed, eyes fluttering closed as she relaxed further into his side. “I was just really excited for you to meet them. They’re amazing.”

“Maybe we can take a trip to Seattle, go visit them or something soon after my next project.” He offered, giving her shoulder a little squeeze.

“Mmm.” She hummed, “I’d love that.” She shifted, lifting her head to peck his lips before sliding back to her previous position in her seat.

Less than twenty minutes later, they were pulling down the long drive leading up to the well lit cottage. Sebastian was astonished by the size. It was a lot bigger than he’d expected it to be with big windows and a wrap-around porch.

“Wow.” Georgeta cooed, “It's just darling. Your parents own this?” Her accent always grew thicker when she was tired. (Y/N) thought it was the cutest thing.

“Yep.” She replied, popping the ‘p’. She was practically bouncing in her seat as Sebastian parked next to (Y/F/N)’s truck. “It’s been in the family for a few generations now. It’s had a bit of remodeling in the past few years though.”

“That’s amazing.” Sebastian piped up, leaning forward so he could get a better look. “It’s so… homey. I like it.”

“Wait until you see inside.” (Y/N) beamed, slipping her boots and coat back on. “The fireplace is so cool. The entire place is.”

Before he could respond she was hopping out of the car and barreling up the steps to meet her parents as they stepped outside to greet them. Sebastian took a moment to watch the way they embraced each other, heart warming at the joyful exchange. He knew how much she missed them when they were away and he was reminded once again of the sacrifices she made just so he could build a relationship with their son. Not only had he done that but he’d now built one with her too. He couldn’t imagine his life without either of them at this point.

“Ea este ea?” (Is she the one?)

Georgeta’s words startled him. He’d been so lost in his thoughts, he’d honestly forgotten she was even there. But the answer to her question was all too easy. He’d never been more sure of anything in his life. She was it for him.

“Da, mama. Ea rate.” (Yes, Mama. She is.)

“Good.” Was all she said before she too was exiting the car, scurrying to pull (Y/N)’s mother into a bone crushing hug.

Sebastian stepped out of the car after slipping on his jacket. He wanted to get Theo inside and to bed right away. The storm was beginning to pick up and the wind was nipping harshly at his exposed skin. Carefully, he unbuckled the sleeping toddler and scooped him from his seat. He didn’t stir as he wrapped the blanket tighter around his little body and tucked him tightly to his chest inside his jacket in attempts to shield him from the cold and blowing snow.

“You got him?” (Y/N) appeared behind him just as he had grabbed the end of Bucky’s leash and was coaxing him from the warm car. “You go ahead and get him inside, my dad and I will grab the bags.”

With a nod, he rushed up the steps, offering a quick ‘hello’ to (Y/F/N) before following (Y/M/N) and Georgeta inside.

Unfortunately he didn’t get too far into the house before Theo woke with a little cry, wriggling against his fathers chest in an attempt to steal some of Sebastian’s body heat.

“Hey.” He whispered, pressing kisses to his forehead and chubby cheeks, a hand running soothingly along his back. “It’s okay, bubs. Shhh.” Theo seemed to relax at his father’s voice, cries turning to tiny whimpers and sniffles. Much to Sebastian’s dismay, however, the two year old was now wide awake, blue eyes wide and alert as they took in the familiar setting.

(Y/N) and her father shuffled through the front door behind him, dragging in the three suitcases, a big tote filled with Bucky’s things and a few of Theo’s favorite toys, and two boxes packed with all the wrapped gifts.

“It’s freaking cold out there.” (Y/N) huffed, hastily rubbing her hands together to warm them. Her cheeks were rosy and numerous snowflakes had settled in her hair. Upon laying eyes on her, Theo perked up, making grabby hands for her, “Momma. Momma.” But before she could make her way to him, an unfamiliar face appeared in the threshold of the kitchen causing her to pause in her tracks.

“Surprise!!” The woman beamed, arms out wide and a large smile worn upon her face. By the pictures he’d seen and the distinct similarities, he knew this woman was none other than her sister.

“No freaking way!” (Y/N) cried out, tears welling up in her eyes as she barreled full force into Katie’s awaiting arms. “You little shit.” Although she had the biggest smile he’d ever seen, her voice cracked and the tears started steadily rolling down her cheeks.

When they pulled back from their heartfelt embrace, a tall man with sandy hair appeared behind them, a mischievous smirk across his lips. “Hey, kiddo. Long time, no-” (Y/N) slammed into him, sending him stumbling back into the wall. Fortunately he’d seen it coming, catching her before both of them ended up on their asses.

And this must be Carson.

“Screw you both! I was so upset you couldn’t come. You-” She spun around shooting a playful glare at Katie, “I expected this from, but you-” She jabbed her finger into Carson’s chest, trying hard to remain stoic and angry, “I expected better!”

They laughed feebly, shaking their heads at her dramatics. “We got ya good, didn’t we?” Katie grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at her little sister which only earned her a huff in response.

“Oh!!” Katie chimed up, now walking in his direction. “You must be Sebastian! I’ve heard so much about you. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Now that she was closer, he could easily pick out features both sisters shared. The similarities were uncanny. She surprised him by pulling him into a side hug to which he returned without a second thought. “We’re so happy to have you join us for the holidays this year. It’s going to be such a great week. You better buckle up because you’re about to experience your first (Y/L/N) Christmas and it’s going to be a wild ride.”

He swore he would never get over how welcoming and kind this family was.

“It’s nice to meet you! Really happy to be here.” He breathed out, a nervous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. She gave his shoulder a pat and another big smile before turning her attention to Theo. He went eagerly into his aunt's arms, giggling as she showered his face with kisses and cooed over how big he’d grown.

(Y/N) slid up beside him, wrapping her arm around his waist and in turn he threw his own over her shoulder, leaning down to peck her lips. The smile she wore when she pulled away made his heart clench. He’d do just about anything to see her smile at him like that all the time. Her happiness was now his.

“Hello, I’m Carson.” The man greeted, offering him his hand, “I’m a big fan of your work. It’s really great to meet the man (Y/N) can’t seem to shut up about.”

“Carson.” She hissed, “Don’t embarrass me.”

“Hey, thanks! Sebastian.” He took his hand, giving it a firm shake after sparring a glance to the woman beside him, taking great pleasure in the blush that now coated the apples of her cheeks. “It’s really good to finally meet you too. Glad you could make it.”

Georgeta and (Y/M/N) joined the group still standing in the entryway, sharing a few more introductions, greetings, and hugs before (Y/N) was leading him through the house with their belongings in tow, and the promise to be back after giving him a tour.

Once they returned, Sebastian in complete awe of the place, they joined the rest in the living room. Sharing a glass of wine as they caught up by the fire. It wasn’t long before they called it a night, tuckered out from the day's travels. Theo ended up in their bed not even halfway through the night. The tot fussy and over tired.

But Sebastian didn’t mind. Not in the slightest.

He was more than content to hold both of them. The two people that just three months ago, had become the center of his entire life. They were what mattered now.

They were the only thing that mattered.

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“Oh my gosh.” (Y/N) gasped, eyes alight with innocence and excitement as she dragged Sebastian to a booth filled entirely with custom sewn stockings and Santa hats. He swore he’d never seen so many different options.

Who would want a tiger print Santa hat?

“These are so sweet.” She ran her fingers over a few laid out on the table. He watched closely as her eyes zeroed in on a few red plaid stockings. She grabbed them, turning to present them to him with a radiant smile on her face. “Look at these, babe. Aren’t they so cute?”

He cocked his head, studying the fabric closely. Truthfully, he didn’t think they were anything special. It looked similar to ones he’d seen sold just about anywhere he went these days. Plaid was very in style. “Yeah, prinţesă.” He smiled, eyes trained solely on her, “it’s very cute.”

“Be serious.” She playfully rolled her eyes, biting down on her lip to suppress a smile. She was very much aware that he didn’t mean the stockings.

She turned back to the table as he wrapped his arms around her waist, plastering his front to her back. It made her head spin and distracted her from the matter at hand but she really couldn’t complain. Not when his larger body was warming her much smaller one so nicely.

He tucked his face into the crook of her neck, lips running lightly against the cool skin there. He breathed out a chuckle when she shivered at his ministrations. He wouldn’t ever get over how reactive and responsive she was to his touch.

“What if I got names embroidered on them?” He hummed in response, too distracted by the scent and feel of her. “Or maybe like ‘Ho Ho Ho.” She shook her head, “No. That sounds kinda weird. Someone might take it wrong.” That caused him to smile against her skin, fingers trailing up and down her sides in attempts to make her giggle and get her attention.

He was incorrigible. They hadn’t had much time alone since arriving at the cottage three days ago. Not that he didn’t enjoy spending time with everyone. (Y/N)’s family was amazing and he’d grown to see them as part of his own. He’d thoroughly enjoyed watching the goofy banter between (Y/N) and Katie and had found a friend in Carson.

But God, was he desperate to get her alone. He wanted to take his sweet, torturous time with her until the only word that fell from those sinful lips was his name.

He really couldn’t help himself when last weekend's events were replaying repeatedly in his mind. The way she looked beneath him, how she tasted on his tongue, or the way she sounded as he pushed into her for the very first time. It was engraved in his brain. Scorched into his memory like pyrography.

“Sebastian.” She whined, head lolling against his shoulder. Although she was protesting, the movement allowed his lips more space to explore.

“Names, baby.” He mumbled, hands coming to rest on the soft curve of her waist. “Our names would look great on them.”

Much to his reluctance, she wiggled out of his grip. “Knock it off. We’re in public.” She couldn’t help but giggle at his whine and childish pout. “Your team said we needed to go under the radar, if you continue you might draw some unwanted attention and blow our cover.”

He huffed, blue eyes rolling though he still wore a small smile and it spread as he watched her approach the elderly woman who ran the stocking booth. He joined her at the table, listening in as she discussed various prints and explained her vision. It was simply a stocking that would be hung up once a year for less than a month but she still expected and strived for perfection. It was one of her quirks. Something that made her so… her.

Just another thing to love about her.

Yeah… love. Because he did. Sebastian loved her. Call him crazy or claim it be too soon but when you know, you know.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with the feeling. The intense feeling of deep affection or a great interest and pleasure in something. He loved lots of people and lots of things. Whether it be his mother, a past lover, a food, or an object. But it was nothing like this.

To be constantly tipping between the feeling of excitement and hope to fear of the unknown and vulnerability. In the past, he’d have booked it for the hills the moment her smile started making his heart beat quicken from where it rests in his chest. But he wouldn’t, couldn’t dare walk away. His mind hadn’t even considered it an option like it would’ve in the past.

He never planned for her. Never planned for either of them. But the best things always come unexpected it seems. He was experiencing that first hand now. And he wouldn’t change a thing. She was stuck with him now. He was hers—mind, body, and soul. Even if she didn’t know it yet.

He belonged to her. The sentiment would’ve scared him—had scared him for all of his life and in past relationships. But not with her. He was okay being vulnerable with her. He yearned for it. Needed it. Because unlike anyone, he could count on her not to let him down.

How could he when she let herself be just as, if not more, vulnerable with him?

Sebastian spent the rest of the evening watching her. All throughout dinner with Carson and Katie at the excessively decorated diner with great cheeseburgers and even better fries, he’d had to bite his tongue numerous times to keep those three words from slipping out when Carson got her laughing so hard that coke cola had come out her nose. She’d been so red in the face, out of embarrassment or from the struggle to breath, he wasn’t sure. But the light in those (Y/C/E) eyes and the smile she’d flashed him once she’d recovered had nearly caused him to blurt it out right then and there.

Or when she’d tried so, so hard to lace up her own ice skates. Claiming adamantly that as a strong, independent woman, she could and would lace them herself. How her face scrunched in concentration—pretty pink lip trapped between her teeth, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes squinted in failed attempts to focus. Then she’d let out a frustrated huff, arms flailing in defeat before silently lifting her foot in his direction. He’d happily sunk to his knees for her, a smug smirk on his lips as he tied each skate. He didn’t dare comment on it or tease her while doubling the knot, not wanting to wound her pride. She was so damn stubborn but it was at the top of that list. Just another reason he loved her.

But he didn’t manage to hold back for much longer. It finally came—spilling from his lips Iike literal word vomit. The catalyst for it all was while on the ice. She’d talked a big game before they’d even stepped out on the rink.

“I’ve watched a lot of ice hockey back in my day. Dads always been a big fan of the red wings so I’ve got this.” She’d said. “It can’t be that hard. If Katie can do it, I can. She’s clumsy as hell.”

One step on the ice and she fell flat on her ass. Like the trooper she was, she’d laughed it off. He was quick to help her up and she’d allowed him to fuss over her for a second by brushing the snow from her bum and double checking the tightness of her skates. They were fine, they both knew it too, he was just trying to make her feel better.

She wasn’t one easily deterred but much to his delight, she’d accepted his arm when offered, declaring it was just until she had the time to get used to it.

That wasn’t the case at all. She was terrible. The worst he’d ever seen, he’s almost certain.

“I think I’m getting it.” She beamed, skates shuffling against the ice. She’d barely move an inch with each glide (if he couldn’t even call it that). He was the reason they were even moving at all but he couldn’t complain. Not when her back was snug against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, and she was giggling and smiling like that. “Babe, am I doing good?”

“Yeah, baby.” He chuckled, dipping down to kiss her cheek. “You’re going great.”

Sebastian’s lips on her cheek served as a distraction and her skate caught on an uneven patch of ice. She tipped forcefully back into his chest causing him to lose his balance. He landed hard flat on his back, (Y/N)'s full weight on top of him.

He let out a guttural groan when the air finally returned to his lungs. He would definitely be feeling that for the next few days.

“Oh, no.” She scrambled to lift herself up on her knees, hovering above him as delicate hands went to the back of his head, “I’m so sorry, baby.” Her eyes scanned his face, tilting it side to side. For what reason? he wasn’t sure. “Are you alright? Oh my god.” She shook her head, “Maybe I’m not cutting out for this skating thing. You aren’t hurt, right?”

“I love you.”

She froze, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise—like a deer caught in headlights.

He chuckled, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he brought his hand up to tuck a curl behind her ear. She looked like a literal angel above him under the sparkling lights hung in the trees around the rink. All bundled in her coat and hat, her cheeks and the tip of her nose the color of cherries.

“I’m fine.” He whispered, eyes flickering between her eyes and lips. “And I love you.”

“You do?” She breathed out, eyes searching his bright blue ones.

“I do.” He stoned his features, not wanting her to doubt his sentiments for even a second. “I know we haven’t been together for that long but I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life.” He brushed his thumb along her cheek. “I am in love with you, (Y/N). You’re it for me.”

“I love you.” She whispered, wide eyes a little glossy and full of adoration. He didn’t get a chance to respond before her lips were on his. “I love you.” She repeated, louder this time, followed by a delighted giggle before she kissed him again, slower and softer this time. “I’m in love with you, Sebastian Stan. You’re it for me too.”

“Hey!” A familiar voice called from across the ice. “Are you gonna get up or continue to make out like a pair of horny teenagers because you’re blocking our path. We’re trying to race over here.”

“Fuck off, Carson.” (Y/N) hissed, not sparing her brother-in-law a glance as she flipped him the bird. There was a chorus of laughter on the other side of the rink but they didn’t mind.

They were together and in love.

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Just One Night—Masterlist

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