This is a highly self-indulgent thing, that popped into my head when I found out Sebastian’s 40th birthday plans.
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When the clock struck midnight on the new year, all Sebastian could think was, "Fuck, I’m turning 40 this year."
Not a second has gone by since without him reminding his closest friends. Lamenting the fact that his back aches more, hangovers are note the same, and he's getting old.
He's only partially serious about the complaining. He's actually quite proud of everything he's achieved over the past 40 years, the wisdom that comes with age, the new heights of his career. He’s proud of his of himself and who he's chosen to surround himself with.
Speaking off - Sebastian lifts his head from where it’s cradled on his arms as he lounges in the pool, looking out onto the sea - the lights of the house are on, casting shadowy silhouettes behind closed doors. His friends had left him with strict instructions to stay away and he's only too happy to oblige, welcoming the reprieve after a ridiculously busy year.
He still wonders how he got so lucky in the friend jackpot; friends who took on planning a Greek getaway when he'd floated an idea to the boys a few months ago.
He picks his phone up from the edge of the pool.
11:55.
Five more minutes till he's 40. Fuck, he's old. The grey in his beard emphasizes that. The wrinkles around his eyes. The twinge in his right thumb when he’s on the phone for too long.
11:58.
Its fitting he's turning 40 in Greece. He's in the same time zone in which he was born. Its symbolic somehow: he’s come full circle and not cheating time.
He doesn’t get a chance to look at his phone again, his friends beating the clock when they emerge from the house, loud and obnoxious, singing, "Happy birthday to youuuuu." They’re carrying a ridiculously large cake that sends him laughing and he knows its midnight.
He lifts himself out of the pool and laughs harder at the fire on top of the cake.
"How many candles?" He manages to choke out.
"Forty," Chace answers, proudly. “I counted.”
That means there’s probably forty-three or thirty-nine candles, but Sebastian’s too happy to care, taking in a deep breath before he leans over the cake.
"Don't forget to make a wish!" Toby yells and then Sebastian blows with all his might. He gets them all, except for one.
He thinks back to his still dark phone, closes his eyes, and blows out the last candle.
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As birthdays go, its one of the bests. He wakes up to brilliant blue skies, even bluer waters, a yacht waiting to take the group out to sea, and a phone full of messages, notifications, and voice notes.
He takes his time basking in the love and takes even longer talking to his mom. He knows she knows how much he loves her, for not only bringing him into the world but also for raising him and all the sacrifices she's made. If he's 40, that means his mother is getting older and he has every right to be sentimental, to get teary eyed as he listens to her accented declarations of love. When he tries to return the sentiments, she tuts and tells him to go off with his friends.
He checks his phone once more after he hangs up, frowning slightly at a distinctly absent name in his notifications. He shrugs it off: its still early in Boston, there's plenty of time.
He tells himself the same thing when they’re done breakfast, and again when they get on the yacht, and his phone is still missing that one birthday greeting he was looking forward to.
He's 40; his birthday is not dependent on one birthday wish.
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The trip out on the yacht is incredible. He feels eternal, endless; caught between the sky above and the water around. His friends ply him with wine and pull him into the sea. When he’s sufficiently tanned and tired, he climbs back on board, shaking the water from his hair and licking the salt from his lips.
His phone screen is blank. No notifications at all.
Maybe the reception is bad.
"Expecting something?" Will smirks.
"Huh?" Sebastian is dragged from his thoughts to his friends looking at him with varying untrustworthy smiles that leave him narrowing his eyes. "No - I -" he fumbles with his words which is so rare with this group that he promptly shuts up.
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When they make it back to the property, the sun is low in the sky and a heavy wooden table is set out by the pool, covered in delicate plates, rich candles, and too many forks for Sebastian to know what to do with.
He looks at his friends and Chace shrugs. "You're forty. Embrace the maturity and the class."
"He will never have class," Toby cackles as he slaps Sebastian's back and beelines it to the shower.
Sebastian seconds that idea, heading to the ensuite in his room. He washes away the salt and sun that have embedded into his skin. He can’t believe his birthday is nearly done, the anticipation and build up of the last few weeks, leading to hours that have just slipped away.
Good hours. Great, even.
Except.
When he steps out to style his hair and dress in a flowy, white, button down and pants, the sun is even lower, the sky beginning to smudge with pink and purple.
His phone has a few more notifications. But still not the one he was looking for.
As a punishment for the thought, he leaves it on his bed, heading out to dinner to catch the last few rays of his birthday.
Only.
When he steps out, there’s a distinctive set of shoulders, biceps, and ass standing against the setting sun. The sight makes Sebastian freeze in his tracks.
The mild chatter comes to a halt when the door shuts behind Sebastian and everyone turns to face him. He spares his friends a glance, making a note to discuss their shit-eating grins on their faces, but his attention is quickly brought back to that one smile that always makes time stand still.
"What - " Sebastian attempts, taking a tentative step closer. He can't say anything else, replaying late night conversations that had gotten longer and sweeter the past year, whispered hints of something more, promises of things to come, and making it impossible to ignore the growing feelings.
"My flight was delayed. I thought I wouldn’t make it, but - I’m here. Sorry I missed last night and well - most of today." He steps toward Sebastian, away from the group.
"But you had plans - with your family - you -" Sebastian knows he’s gaping, must look like an idiot. But he was expecting a text, a phone call if he’s being honest - not for him to show up in person.
"Chris," he says weakly, incredulously.
"Happy 40th, Seb," Chris says and then he’s engulfed in those arms, and Sebastian doesn’t need to pinch himself, because he’s not dreaming.
This is real.
Chris is really here, holding him, his nose tucked into Sebastian’s neck.
When Chris pulls back, its barely an inch, but its too much distance, much too soon, and Sebastian’s hands tighten their hold on Chris’ shirt as he looks into blue that’s more stunning than the sea or the sky.
Chris is staring back with a mirroring intensity before he says, "Fuck, you’re beautiful," and then the hand in Sebastian’s hair flexes and there’s no longer any distance between them because he's being kissed.
Warm and soft, expert lips prying open his own; hot, wet tongue sliding against his and Sebastian moans, pressing in closer, yearning to feel the solid length of Chris against him.
When they draw apart, gasping for breath, only then does Sebastian hear the hollers and cheers from his friends, Chace's distinctive voice yelling ‘fucking finally,’ and he breaks into a giddy laugh.
Judging by the brilliant red on Chris' face, deeper in the golden hour - he suspects Chris had forgotten their audience too.
"Sorry, I had envisioned us being in private when that happened, but you look so good and its your birthday -" he breaks off when Sebastian runs his nose along Chris.’
He says with a smile, "I think you should wish me again."
And Chris does, mouth eagerly finding Sebastian's, claiming it in a hungry kiss, that’s harder, deeper, hotter.
This – this - is the best birthday gift. Kissing Chris against a vibrant Greek sky, surrounded by his closest friends, and the smell of salt in the air.
Its surreal, its beautiful, its 40 and he thinks - the best is yet to come.
Hey guys! So after moving back to my apartment only to have busy busy very social life and then having to move out again (like move-move, all my furniture and stuff) I have now landed in a somewhat stabile even if very temporary living situation and I really wanna get back into all the fic ideas and events and fandom plans I have in my drafts! But I seem to have completely forgotten what kind of magic led me to write my first three fic’s in a row, that even turned out quite good for little beginner me if I do say so myself)🤯😳🙃
So I thought I would see if anyone would feel like assisting my re-summoning with some prompts for little tumblr ficlets or even something that turns out a bit bigger if I somehow get on a roll!
So if any of you lovely people are walking around with lil’ Stucky or Evanstan thoughts that you aren’t going to write yourselves for some reason, but that you would like to see turned into a little something-something feel seriously free to hit me up with some prompts in the asks!! I would be deeply appreciative and do my very best to make it good!
Endless hugs (I hope you’re all doing great you lovely fandom-folk and friendsies!)💛
Please feel free to reblog too if any of you want, in case any of your followers might be wanting to do some prompting!☺️
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For @musette22 for being such a positive source of love for Evans and Stan. Unsolicited, especially by someone unknown like me, but your blog should be showered by love and gifts from other people.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe RPF, Actor RPF, Captain America (Movies) RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan
Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan
Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sick Character, sweet sick bb, Fever, Chris Evans is a protective St. Bernard, Caretaking, Cuddling
Summary:
He already canceled Chicago. Sebastian's not canceling Austin, too -- even if maybe he should.
Sometimes we don’t write for weeks; sometimes we write 5,000 words about Sebastian Stan being sick in two days. If you remember this beautiful meme -- well. We had to, okay?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Evanstan RPF | 59K | Explicit
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After the release of Infinity War, Chris and Sebastian each take some time off to recharge. Chris is staying in Scarlett’s lake cabin on his own and invites Sebastian up to come and spend some time with him. Due to busy work schedules and a number of other, more personal reasons, Chris and Seb haven't been as close lately, something which neither of them are very happy about. This mini-vacation presents a chance for them to revive their friendship and maybe (definitely) explore if there might be something more. Over the course of a week, and with a little help from meddling friends and co-stars, the boys learn to build bridges, to be vulnerable and take chances, and to stop letting fear rule their lives.
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Such a lovely lovely Evanstan fic! I loved it so much!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Evanstan | 6K | Explicit
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With a low, warm chuckle, Chris says, “you really liked the pants. Maybe I’ll keep them.”
It’s a dark promise, implying precisely the kinds of things Sebastian has been thinking about all day.
“Maybe I’ll tie you up with them,” Sebastian counters, halfway as a joke – testing the waters, leaving it ambiguous enough that if Chris protests, he’s kidding, but if Chris is into it, he’s not.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Evanstan | 9K | Explicit
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Sebastian sounds so surprised that it makes Chris’s face heat up even more. He just shakes his head, taking another sip of his beer, trying to cover the awkwardness. It wouldn’t be so awful if Sebastian’s original questions hadn’t brought all sorts of pornographic images into Chris’ mind's eye.
