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And the Oscar Goes To...

"You try getting nominated for an Oscar, see how calm you feel." Cooper snarks back, relaxing nonetheless. Sebastian is struck, not for the first time, by how handsome Cooper is: his hair parted elegantly to the side in deliberate ruffles; blue eyes piercing, even when full of panic; jaw strong and lips soft and all of the tiny laugh lines forming around his mouth. These little things are Sebastian's favorite.

"Considering I'm a lawyer, I don't think we have to worry about that." Sebastian says, smirking. "Now shut up, they're announcing your category." He holds Cooper's hand to his heart for a brief moment, warm steady pressure before letting it lay on the armrest again. But it seems to do the trick: Cooper smiles for real, no nerves lingering behind his eyes and squeezes again, just once.

"And the nominees for Best Actor are..." Hugh Jackman's voice booms through the crowd, lights dimming so all of Hollywood's best can watch the movies flit across the screen. The first two are historical dramas, something Sebastian has never been interested in. The next a tragic war story. And then...

"Cooper Anderson: Louisiana Skyline." And there it is, all of New Orleans awash in color and Cooper behind a bar, only he isn't Cooper: he's Russell Phillips, speakeasy owner and big talker. Newsboy hat jauntily cocked to the side and cigarette in hand, he flirts with the flapper on a bar stool, the easy grace and confident movements of the time outlined in his bones.

"Ain't nothin', sweetheart." Russell boasts, snagging the cigarette from her hand and stealing a drag. "We get all types in here. If you can sing, you go right ahead. We got a whole band just waiting for some soul to liven up this lonely ol' joint." Grinning, he grabs the hat off his head and plops it on her overly-primped hair, ignoring her indignant squawk. "Just be careful you don't offend anyone's delicate sensibilities, now. This is a proper business."

The storm of applause is deafening in Sebastian's ears and the pride he feels for his husband swells like butterflies in a tropical breeze inside his chest. Cooper deserves it. He deserves all of it.

"And the winner for Best Actor goes to..." Hugh Jackman fumbles with the envelope. Cooper's hand squeezes almost painfully tight around Sebastian's, and he knows little finger-shaped bruises will dot the skin between his tendons tomorrow. Breathless anticipation almost makes him dizzy. Please, please, please...

"Cooper Anderson!"

A tumult of noise washes over them from crowd: shouting, clapping, whistling. Sebastian's pretty sure Meryl Streep just gave them a thumb's up from her seat in the front row. Smiling wide, he turns to Cooper, who's frozen in his seat. "Go!" He cries, exultant, over the din. "Cooper, you won, you did it, go up there and get it!" Cooper spins to face him, cupping his cheek and kissing him hard before standing up, eyes shining. Instead of unreality, Sebastian is almost shocked by how real everything feels: the sweeping song of the movie pouring in from everywhere, George Clooney winking at him from across the aisle, the faint smell of Cooper's cologne still lingering in the air.

Finally, the audience settles down and Cooper is shaking Hugh's hand, disbelief and humble acceptance clear in every line of his face. He takes the little statue, holding it with infinite care before looking out at the crowd again.

"Wow." Cooper says, before laughing a little. "I... I don't know what to say. I ripped up my acceptance speech earlier because I didn't think I'd win, so I guess it's my own fault." The crowd titters at that and his shoulders come down, looking more relaxed. "Well, first, I need to thank the amazing cast of characters I worked with. I've never met a more talented group of people in my life. Di, Yvette, Alan, Sol. This movie wouldn't have been anything without you.

"I'd like to thank our amazing director, Shirley Lemon, for giving me the opportunity to live out my lifelong dream." Sebastian's heart aches with pride and longing to be up there with his husband, hearing Cooper's voice start to choke up. "I've wanted to be an actor since I was old enough to know what acting was, and I never thought... I'd see that dream turn into so beautiful a reality as this.

"And lastly, I'd like to thank my husband, Sebastian Smythe." A few heads turn in Sebastian's direction and he beams up at Cooper when the light and camera lands on him. Their eyes lock over the sea of people and his heart flips, just like the first time he saw Cooper at that coffee shop so many years ago.

"Without you, I would've surely given up before I'd even begun. You are the world to me, and I think that about sums it up." Cooper's eyes crinkle when he smiles and Sebastian has to wipe a few tears away, laughing giddily. "Thank you. I love you."

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So one time I wrote headcanon at Cassie about our Coopbastian RP based on the song "Daylight" by Maroon 5. So essentially, it came down to "what would happen if Cooper left?" and "what would happen if Sebastian left?"

Here read it:

And Sebastian wakes up and finds the bed empty and realizes what happened. He fucking /bawls/ when he notices the rent money and has a temper tantrum, picking up pictures of Cooper and throwing them at walls, screaming "come back! Come back you fucking asshole so I can kick your ass properly!" and then he realizes "no. I can't do this again. I can't let Cooper walk away from me. I don't care what it takes, where I have to go, I'm going with him." And he throws together the most haphazardly put-together suitcase EVER and storms out of the house, calling a cab on his way down.

And Cooper has surprisingly kept his cool; he hasn't broken down, he's just... shut off. Maybe not so surprisingly, honestly; he doesn't seem the type to freak out when he's hurting. And the only person he ever felt comfortable being that honest in front of is left all alone in that apartment they shared. He doesn't want to be that open with anyone right now, the only person he'd trust is Blaine and Blaine has disappeared off the map.

Cooper gets his boarding pass, heads through security, and since he's a few hours early - it was the only way he could manage leaving, he had to leave as soon as he woke up or he wouldn't be able to get out of bed - he buys a bagel and some coffee and thinks "if I were still home, Sebastian would've been making french toast or pancakes or something else ridiculously breakfasty for me right now" and he'll lean his head back and a few tears will leak out but he'll mostly keep his composure.

Sebastian, on the other hand, is panicking like nobody's business. He's calling Cooper's co-workers, he's calling his mom, he's trying to call Blaine's old cell without realizing what he's doing. He through $300 at the cabbie and told him in no uncertain terms he'd get double that if he got him to the airport in less than forty minutes. But morning traffic is a bitch, of course it is, so there's no way he can beat this. How can he manage this he doesn't even have a /boarding pass/ Christ he's about to get so arrested, but he needs to do this, needs to stop Cooper before it's too late.

And when he arrives, he ends up buying a plane ticket on Cooper's flight - and thank fuck for small miracles, there was still an open seat - and bribing people in the lines with what was supposed to be his rent money so he can move forward faster and finallyfinally/finally/ he gets through security except now they're saying boarding for flight 362 is going to be boarding soon and oh fuck he's running out of time. He /tears/ through the LA airport, trying desperately to get to Gate 45 before it's too late, before... before...

And Cooper is packing up his laptop case absently, smiling at a little old lady who is smiling back and she whispers in a conspiratorially voice "you're not getting on this flight, love." And he looks taken aback and says, "why not?"

And that's when Sebastian tackles him from the wide, holding him tight and sobbing and saying, "I'm not letting you leave me you fucking jackass! I'm going with you!"

OH WHAT ABOUT SEBASTIAN, YOU ASK? TAKE A LOOKSIE ALSO WARNINGS FOR DADDY KINK SORRY I'M NOT SORRY

So let's say it's Sebastian who leaves. It's four in the morning and he slips out of bed and Cooper makes this pitiful whining noise and Sebastian kisses his cheek gently and says, "I'll be right back Coop, it's okay." And Cooper just melts at that because his mostly-asleep brain takes that as "I'm staying here, it's okay, don't worry" even though Seb told him the night before that if they couldn't resolve this, he was leaving. He falls back asleep without a care. But now that Bas is awake, he knows he has to go. He knows how hard it'll be if he crawls back in that bed and has to leave in a few hours. He's had his luggage hidden in the guest room for a few days, slowly accumulating things and stuffing them away, including Cooper's raggediest sweatshirt that Bas wears around the house all the time.

So he takes his items, he gets a cab, and he just /goes/. He leaves a note on the counter that reads:

"Dear Cooper,

By the time you read this, I'll be long gone. And that's okay. I don't want to be the reason you're held back from advancing in your career. I want you to grow and become the new face of the acting world and see all the beautiful sights.

I don't want to keep you from something that could change your life.

I'm not going home, so don't try to find me there. This is for the best and you know it. Don't give me that frowny face, Daddy, it makes you look so much older than you really are. Even if the lines in your face are one of the most beautiful parts of you.

I'm sorry. I feel like such an asshole, leaving like this. But I know I have to. I love you so much. It's actually terrifying how in love I am with you. I guess I never said that, huh? That I'm in love with you. Well, I am. And that's why I have to let you go and do this. You wouldn't leave if I was there, so now I'll make sure you make the right decision here. We both know I'm the smarter one in this relationship.

Love always,

your good boy Sebastian"

and Cooper drops that letter on the floor and tears out of the apartment after he reads it, snatching his keys on the way because /how fucking dare/ Sebastian make that decision for him, it wasn't his fucking right at all, and Cooper will be DAMNED if he lets Sebastian walk out on him a second time over something so STUPID.

And then a million problems start happening: the car won't start, and his cell phone dies, and the cab service doesn't open 'til 7am and it's 6 right now. Fuck, Cooper's running out of time, he /knows/ he is because he doesn't remember when Sebastian left but it must've been hours ago and in desperation, he just... prays. He prays for someone to hear him and help him and lo and behold, here's an archangel just waiting for this very thing. And after Gabriel pokes and prods, he leaves well-enough alone and promises to fix all of these things for him. He says, "Look, I can't just fly you to the airport. Humans gotta do this themselves. But I can at least fix the car and the phone." And even though he thinks it's beyond cheating, he hands Cooper a boarding pass to Sebastian's flight and pops out.

Sebastian is sitting in a little cafe near his gate and worrying if he did the right thing. It feels right, but he's just not /sure/. He doesn't want to be a source of Cooper's pain, but he /really/ doesn't want to be a source of contention. So in the end, he clutches his latte tighter and closes his eyes and frets over it for the hours before his flight.

Cooper finally arrives at the airport at 7:15 because traffic sucks and he rushes through baggage check and security and bolts to Sebastian's gate, even though they called boarding while he was still getting checked by security. And the doors are closed when he gets there and he's too late, it's just... too late. And he stands there, breathing heavy, looking at that closed door and seeing an endless stretch of time where Sebastian is there with him; isn't teasing him over dinner dates or trying to get him more comfortable with foot rubs or crying out in ecstasy when Cooper's fucking him or whispering over sleepy morning coffee kisses "I love you Cooper."

Except that. That sounded real.

"Cooper." There's that voice again. And he spins around and there's Sebastian, standing there and clutching his carry on and looking just as surprised as Cooper must and he swallows hard and says, "Cooper, what--" before Cooper's pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

"Don't go," he begs, fingers clutching desperately at Sebastian's sweatshirt, which is really /his/ sweatshirt and that adorable little /stinker/, he was stealing Cooper's clothes! "Please don't go, Bas, /please/."

And Sebastian just wraps his arms around Cooper's waist, easy, fitting like he always does and whispers, "I changed my mind. There's a reason I'm not on the plane right now." And Cooper kisses him right there in the airport, cups his face in gentle hands and cries and laughs against his mouth and says, "you fucking asshole don't ever do that to me again" and Sebastian is whispering back, "no no never I promise I can't leave you I /won't/."