Can I request one AU Human Yan!Sebastian? With a cherry on top please and the rest is up to you! If that's not too much too ask😓
Owhh I'm so glad youre back again and hope you've been doing alright🥹! I love your work,Ive been following since on your first account and crazy work, plz don't go bald...
The campus fair buzzed around you, but for 𝚂𝚎bastian, the world had shrunk to the space right next to you. Every laugh you let slip, every careless smile, made his chest tighten in a way that was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
He kept one hand brushing yours as you both wandered past the booths. Not holding it a way anyone could notice. just enough to remind you, and himself,that you were there that you were his. When another student leaned casually nearby, watching you fumble with the claw machine, Sebastian’s fingers twitched against yours.
“Need help?” the guy asked, flashing a grin.
Sebastian’s gaze snapped up, cold and calm. “I got it” he said, and the edge in his tone was enough. The other student backed away, muttering, and Sebastian’s thumb stroked yours once, lightly, almost unconsciously. His chest loosened, but only slightly. You were safe. With him. That’s all that mattered.
You glanced up at him. “Sebastian… you doing alright.?.”
He gave you a small, almost shy smile, eyes softening. “Y-yeah.. I can’t help it” he whispered. “Love you, hm?..”
The words made your stomach flutter. That simple sentence carried the weight of every secret thought he never said out loud, the quiet obsession, the need to protect, the ache of affection that sometimes pressed against his chestso hard it was almost painful.
You both then wandered over to a cotton candy stand. Sebastian bought two sticks, handing you yours. his fingers brushing yours again. He noticed you staring at him, and your heartbeat thrummed in your chest when his lips moved closer to your cheek to wipe a stray bit of sugar.
“Can’t have you sticky, yeah?” he murmured.
You shivered,not from the sugar from the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world who mattered. His bluwish green eyes held warmth, intensity and something else an almost desperate affection that made your pulse race.
Your hand slid into his. He caught it instantly, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I'm yours, remember that.” he whispered, chuckling softly, voice low just enough for you to hear.
“And I'm yours as well also remember that too” you say chuckling with him, leaning into him. Your chest pressed to his, your lips brushing briefly over his collarbone.
Sebastian’s free hand came up to your cheek, thumb tracing the line of your jaw, and his own breath hitched slightly. He leaned in slowly, testing, holding back only because he didn’t want to rush something so perfect. When your lips met his, a flood of warmth and relief washed through him. You were here. You were real. And you were his.
He deepened the kiss gently, hand sliding to hold the small of your back. The lights of the fair blurred around you, spinning into streaks of gold and red, but he didn’t care. Nothing existed outside of this moment the press of your body against his, your small gasp against his mouth, the steady, relentless thrum of your heartbeat against his chest.
Pulling back slightly, forehead pressed to yours, he whispered, almost to himself, “You know... I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you for even a second.”
You blinked, heart twisting at the sincerity and intensity. “You… won’t.” you said softly.
He smiled, a little shy and the softness of it almost hid how deeply he felt it. “I’ll make sure of it” he said quietly, like a promise meant only for himself. He hesitated, “I just… like being the one you lean on.”
You laughed under your breath, pressing a hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat jump at the contact. “You’re ridiculous.”
He ducked his head, warmth creeping into his expression, and brushed a slow, careful kiss across your forehead.
“Maybe.." he murmured. “But only with you.”
As the Ferris wheel lights glowed in the distance, and the fair buzzed behind you both, Sebastian’s heart was a storm of relief, affection, and need. Protecting you, holding you, loving you until it was all consumed. And in the warmth of your hand in his, the soft press of your lips, he knew he could spend every moment of his life like this, just devoted. just yours, and it would never be enough.
You sit on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the wall, chest tight, stomach twisting. The house is quiet except for the faint hum of your family in the other room, and you can still hear it, the comparisons. The words that tighten your chest, the sharp pain you always feel. Why can’t you be like your sibling/cousin/friend? (HECK, even a family friend's kid) Why can’t you be smarter? Faster? Attractive? Better? They didn’t mean to hurt you, yeah? Not exactly, but the weight of it has settled into your mind over the years, shaping how you see yourself. Slow, incapable, not enough. Even when you try even when you push yourself, it’s never enough. Grades come late, mistakes linger, and every failure feels like proof that life isn’t meant for you at all.
You swallow back the lump in your throat. Every morning you wake up hoping it’ll be different, and every night you fall asleep wishing you’d vanish, wishing someone, anyone would say you were okay. But that voice, the one inside that repeats, "You’re not trying enough," "Why are you so lazy?" "Why are you like this?" never stops. And yet, somehow, your boyfriend, Sebastian... is here. Oh so calm, patient and yet so steady. Always seeing the part of you you hide even from yourself.
You’ve never told him this. How could you? How could anyone see the depths of the mess inside you and still want to stay? You smile at him, lie about life, laugh when he jokes, act like you’re fine, because the truth is unbearable to say aloud, that you’re failing at life in ways big and small, that you wake up feeling like the world is moving too fast and you’re frozen in place that you could never keep up, that you hide tears in the bathroom/bedroom so no one sees how much it hurts just to exist.
Tonight, though, you can’t keep it in anymore. You find yourself asking him to meet in the park, the words heavy and fragile in your chest. When he arrives, hes the same as always perfectly ordinary in a way that makes you ache, kind and bright and calm, and just being near him makes the weight in your chest feel heavier because you feel even smaller beside him.
“I… We need to talk,” you start, voice tight. Your hands twist together in your lap. “I don’t think… this is fair to you.”
He sat down beside you, his hand brushing lightly against yours. “Hm? Babe tell me, what happened?” he asked gently
You swallow. “I’ve… er.. been hiding things... Pretending I’m okay. Pretending I’m alright. Pretending I can handle life. But I’m... not. I’m slow at academics. I mess up so often. My family… they don’t see me... what I've been through. They only see my failures and mistakes. The comparisons, the words just stick, and it’s like I’ll never be good enough for anyone. Especially not for you.”
He doesn’t interrupt.He just looks at you, with calm and unwavering, like he’s holding space for your pain. That calm makes your chest ache because you can’t hide the truth here anymore, not from him
“I feel like I’m dragging you down,” you whisper, voice trembling. “You’re.. brilliant. Youre perfect in ways I’ll never be and I-” You take a shaky breath. “I think… maybe we should break up.”
Silence stretches between you. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears and fast. The words hang in the air, heavier than anything else.
Then he leans slightly closer, eyes soft, voice quiet but firm. “Hey.”
You freeze and your throat tightens. Not because he’s angry, but because it’s impossible to argue with the calm conviction in his tone.
“You’ve been carrying all of this alone?” he asks. “You think I need protecting from… you?”
“I didn’t want to drag you down.” you admit, almost whispering. Your hands fidget, twisting the edge of your sleeve.
He exhales slowly and deliberate. “You don’t get to decide that for me. Being with you isn’t something I need to be protected from. I choose you.”
The words hit your chest like a lifeline. You still don’t feel like you’re enough, not yet, but hearing him say it makes the edge of the weight in your chest soften.
“I still feel like I’m not enough,” you murmur
“I know” he says softly. “But that feeling doesn’t get to decide for us or for me, Yeah?”
You finally look at him, really look. There’s no judgment in his eyes, only patience. Only care. “I… I don’t know how to do this,” you whisper.
“That’s okay,” he says, a small, gentle smile tugging at his lips. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”
“We?” you aske𝚍, in disbelief and hope tangled in your voice.
“Yes.” he says, calmly. “Together. I’m not asking you to be perfect. I’m not asking you to be happy all the time. I just… want you to let me see you. All of you.”
Tears prick your eyes. You’ve been hiding for so long. Pretending for so long. But he’s still here, still choosing you despite everything you thought made you unworthy.
“I… I don’t know if I can” you whisper.
“You don’t have to know right now,” he says. “Just start by letting me in, okay?.. That’s enough.”
The park is quiet except for the wind rustling the leaves. The sun goes down, the sky gold and pink. Your hands unclench just slightly, and for the first time in a long time, the weight in your chest feels a little lighter. Not gone not fixed, but softer.
Because he hasn’t left. He didn't leave.
And maybe, just maybe, letting him stay means letting yourself stay too.
haiiii holy heck ! I looooove how you wrote human! sebastian im wondering if your requests are open / when the re open if you could write anything else ?? like any content at all about him (we're starving out here aha) your fics have really helped me get through a rough patch so uhh sorry for the ramble and keep up the good work !!
HELLOOO, oh my days, thank you so much!!(╥﹏╥) This means so much to me! Actually, my request has been open for a month now, oof. Still open! And I think people were confused since I didn't really specify that my requests were open and I just told to "share" if you guys have any ideas and not requests me on what I should write (╥‸╥) That's totally on me, I apologize! Yes of course! I have a few Ideas and one of them, spoiler: Is about the reader who's struggling with their mental health and so on so fourth (and yes, you guessed it, it's AU Human Shoelace again... Man I gotta step up my game and stop with the Human AU and start with other pressure characters.. and trust, after this fic it's going to be whole new brand fanfic)
Dang, I should really start cooking seriously then... Dude.. CBWGDUWBCWHBJS (,, ‸ ,, ) I'm glad and happy that my fics could be some comfort to you! And no need to apologize for rambling at all, the fact I should be the one who's apologizing for rambling too much and long. I loved and enjoyed reading it. And thank you for the support, it really keeps me going!:) I hope you're doing okay now and that life’s treating you well!
