Lorenakaspersen - Lorena

So did she actually attend?

Bc you posted their conversation and pe!reader was at home hahahha

How did the fans react?

she attended! i imagine her wearing something that is sooooo simple because she always likes to wear simple dresses to sort of blend in? and not divert the attention from chris and the rest of the cast of any movie premiere she attends. like i imagine her with this look (dress, hair, jewelry) so she matched with chris:

(idk how i feel about her wearing sneakers now but you’re free to imagine whatever)

everybody lost it when she arrived with chris because nobody was expecting her.

chris had his arm around her all the time, and even though his eyes were covered by the sunglasses, you could still see the care and worry on his face every now and then and catch him asking her “are you okay?”

he had his hand on her bump for so many pictures, and he kept kissing her cheek so frequently. everybody was going crazy over how good they looked together and how pe!reader was glowing.

they stopped for a few interviews and of course, every journalist and reporter just wasn’t prepared to interview her but every single one knew how it was basically a sacred opportunity to get to interview y/n y/l/n-evans AND chris together, and add to that the fact that she was also pregnant! literally a golden opportunity for everyone.

“let’s ignore the fact that i’m shaking,” one interviewer laughed nervously as she clutched her mic the moment pe!reader and chris approached.

“awww, no,” pe!reader cooed, reaching out to place her hand on the interviewer’s arm, “you’re doing great. you look great, too.”

“she does that to people, right? she does that,” chris joked, nodding, “i get it. you know, she does it—she does it to me, too.”

“stop iiit,” pe!reader laughed.

“alright i need to do this before i get fired,” the interviewer joked.

“if anybody fires you, they’re going to have to get through me,” pe!reader raised an eyebrow, joking along.

“alright wow, my career is protected by y/n y/l/n-evans,” the interviewer laughed, “the question is, how did you both feel about chris’s mustache time coming to an end?”

chris burst out laughing, looking at his wife, “she was happy, she was really happy.”

with a nod, pe!reader nodded, “look,” she held a hand out, “he always looks good, right? he can’t possibly ever look bad, i mean, look at him,” she placed her hand on chris’s chest, “but the mustache? it had to go.”

“that’s a bold statement right there,” the interviewer joked, “y/n wasn’t a fan of the chris stache.”

pe!reader laughed and gave a shrug, “i’m of chris, stache or not.”

“awwwww,” chris cooed, wrapping his arms around his wife, “that’s so sweet. that’s so sweet.”

“i’m going to cry,” the interviewer laughed, “how is the pregnancy going?”

“oh, it’s going,” pe!reader nodded with a laugh, putting her hand over chris’s on her bump, “it’s definitely going.”

“she’s doing so well,” chris smiled lovingly, looking at his wife.

“and chris is doing well, too, like, when he’s not inspecting my every move,” pe!reader squinted her eyes, “like, watching every move.”

“aw, come on, come on!” chris laughed, giving the interviewer a sheepish shrug, “i worry!”

“he still lives up to the overprotective reputation,” the interviewer said.

“oh definitely,” pe!reader nodded with a laugh, looking at chris, “but i’m not complaining,” she said, laughing when chris gave her a look, “alright, maybe—maybe just a little.”

the fans obviously went crazy over her being there; those who were there and online.

pe!reader enjoyed fan interactions the most so during any premiere, you’d find her waving to the fans all the time when she wasn’t physically talking with them.

at one point during the premiere though, pe!reader turned her back to the cameras, put her hands on chris’s neck as she leaned closer to his ear, “your baby is kicking my bladder.”

“bathroom stop?” he asked, looking at her and 😭 it seriously was like it was just her right there because his overprotective husband and dad mode was on and like a robot, his mind gears were working to pinpoint the nearest bathroom.

she nodded, though bashful, “i’ll go.”

“alone? yeah sure,” he scoffed, “come on, ba-”

“chris, no. no. this is your premiere, are y-”

“there’s literally no room for argument, honey,” he said so nonchalantly, reaching for her hand so they could both walk towards the bathroom, leaving people confused as to where they were heading and leaving their assistants asking them about where they were going to and what was going on, but chris was a man on a mission.

they went back after she was done, and of course they were asked about it.

“i’m pregnant, bathroom visits are more frequent than i like.”

every single social media platform was having a blast. twitter, tiktok, tumblr, and whatever else people use.

@fantwitterhandle:

chris and y/n y/l/n-evans are officially a dilf and milf and today is proof 😭

@fantwitterhandle:

Y/N IS LITERALLY GLOWING!!!

@fantwitterhandle:

the way y/n diverted any question she was asked to be about chris is making me so emotional 🥹 she wants him to shine 🥹

@fantwitterhandle:

no thoughts just y/n standing back and taking pictures of chris on the red carpet with her phone like the proud wife she is

@fantwitterhandle:

imagine being born and finding that your mom and dad are y/n y/l/n and chris evans

that's it. that's the post.

EXILE

Summary: Don’t Worry Darling movie premier leads to events that you didn’t expect.

Pairings: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader (exs), Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 5.4kish

Warnings: One big thing is non-consensual kissing, crying, brief altercation of physical fight between two people, anything else? Let me know pls

A/N: hi! Here’s part 4 of my power mini series! I wasn’t too sure where to go from my last part. I was still a little hesitant on this part, but overall felt satisfaction when I finished it. Thinking of maybe doing only one more part? And it’ll probably be a time jump! Song inspiration for this part: “Exile” by Taylor Swift ft. Bon Iver

Also this is a repost because my original post wasn’t coming out in the tags! 🥺

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

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September 6th, 2022. 

Venice, Italy. 

2:13AM. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

Your boyfriend's soft voice breaks the silence in the room. 

You don’t look at him, instead you focus on your nails. Two of them broke off earlier at the after party. You pick at the remaining piece to try and get it off. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the events that had happened tonight.

You feel his warm hand touch yours to stop you. 

“Look at me,” he demands. His tone is not rough, but airy and delicate. As if you can break any second. 

Which isn’t wrong. 

You slowly look up at him, your eyelashes touching the skin underneath your eyebrows, feeling wet, and you sniffle when you meet his sky blue eyes. 

He gives you a small smile, his lower lip torn but luckily isn’t bleeding anymore. 

His touch lingers against your skin, not moving, but waiting for you to react. 

“Are you upset with me? Because… because I punched him?” His voice sounds scared, like a small child waiting to get punished. Your eyes go wide, shaking your head, “Of course I’m not. I’m not upset with you… I’m upset with him.”

His eyes soften at your reply, he sighs lowly, and gives you a weak smile.

You feel love in his stare, your heart feeling heavy, but you wrap your fingers in his and pull his palm to your lips. You kiss his hands gently, leaving red lip stains, and he closes his eyes by your gesture. 

“I’m here for you,” he whispers and reciprocates your gesture by doing the same. 

You pout, lower lip trembling, and you know he’s being honest. 

“I know,” you express, wiping away a fallen tear, and meeting his gaze. 

“I know we are still taking this relationship slow… going at your pace.. But if you need space,” he pauses for a moment, his hand tightening his hold on yours, and he continues, “I’ll understand.” 

You shake your head, “I don’t want space. Not from you. Never from you.” You try your best to explain to him with all honesty in your tone. 

“Then please talk to me,” he begs. 

You slowly nod your head, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize, baby. I just want to know what’s going on in your pretty little head.” He kisses your inner forearm. 

“Tonight was…” you trail off. 

“Overwhelming,” he states with a sigh and you nod. 

“I…” you start and he only waits for you to continue. Your gulp down the lump in your throat, your dress feeling itchy against your skin, and you sigh. 

“I know I don’t really speak about him to you.. just during the times it’s needed. And.. and maybe I should have spoken about him more to you. But I was just trying to put my past with him behind me. Because I want a future with you,” you lock eyes with him, his eyes soften, “I’m being one hundred percent truthful right now.. I-I want a future with you. Only you. But…” 

You whimper, “But a part of me… a part of me feels guilty. Guilt for staying there and listening to his stupid words. Not being over him. Over Harry.” His name feels foreign leaving your lips. 

“Not being over him in the way of not being over what he did to me,” you state. 

“He hurt me… he hurt me more than anybody ever has. He loved me one day… and then… and then he left me the next. It blindsided me. How.. how can someone do that to another person?” Your eyebrows crinkling together because you’re finally letting out every single thought you’ve had for the past almost two years. 

Your boyfriend caresses your hand slowly, encouraging you to continue. 

“I couldn’t think straight for months. I couldn’t… I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep… I had to basically build myself up from scratch from the day he left me. It never got easier. I just had to move on. Just… just like that. I had to move on from being happy and engaged to the person I believed was the love of my life… to suddenly living alone, not engaged anymore… and then hearing he was with the one person I used to admire.” 

You feel warm tears falling down your cheeks, you notice your boyfriend hesitating on getting up to comfort you, but you place your other hand on top of his to hold him down instead. You need to speak without being comforted right now. His touch was all you needed right now to feel safe. 

“I remember when I saw that photo of him with her at that wedding…” a rush of sadness rushes through your body, “I was shocked. I was truthfully blindsided. Blindsided by everything because I couldn’t believe it. He had left me…left me… for the director of the movie we both starred in.” 

You let out a burst of laughter because you couldn’t believe it. Even saying it out loud felt crazy. 

“Can you believe them?” Your laugh turns into sobs. 

“I hate that he still has this power over me. I hate that he can still make a cry like a fucking baby,” you seethe out. 

“I hate how he made me feel tonight,” you cry out in a whimper. 

“I hate how he did that to me. I would have never done that. I just.. I-I just don’t understand.”

Your boyfriend decides then to get up, not letting go of your hand, he pulls you up into his arms, holding you in as you cry, wrapping his arms over you, you cry into his chest, finally letting go of all the suppressed anger and tears you had been holding in since you didn’t know how long. 

He kisses your forehead, placing his hands on your cheeks, and pulls your chin up to wrap his lips against yours. Your salty tears mix into the kiss, but he doesn't care. He kisses you deeply, showing you how much he loves you with his actions, even if you both haven’t said the three words out loud yet, you can feel it all around you, and you hold him tightly against you. 

You pray that he’ll never let you go. 

15 hours earlier… 

You had intentionally avoided getting to Venice on time because you simply did not want to be in the press conference with Harry and her. 

Your assistant, Ellie, told Olivia after many messages and calls to Ellie’s cell phone that you would not be attending. You made the excuse that you were too busy filming another movie in a secure location to attend the event that early. 

But yet, here you were… arriving right after the press conference had started with a big smile on your face and Sebastian by your side. 

You held onto Sebastian’s hand tightly as you waved at the paparazzi snapping millions of photos of you two. You were a bit nervous at entering Italy with Sebastian since you two have been official for a while now, but you needed him by your side today. 

Sebastian only held you close, giving his dazzling smile to the photographers, and you soon made it to your hotel. 

You both walked into your shared suite, kicking off your heels, and throwing yourself onto the king sized bed. 

You let out a loud laugh when Sebastian plops on top of you, giggling as you kiss his lips, gasping out, “Get off of me, you big teddy bear!” 

He lets out a laugh into your neck, kissing you there, and gets up. He starts unbuttoning his breezy button down, kicking off his shoes, and lays down next to you in only his tight briefs. You get up and do the same, wanting to cuddle with his naked skin, before you have to get ready for the night. 

Your body intertwines with his, easily and as if it’s second nature, and he holds you against his chest while his hand goes into your hair to play the strands. You inhale his sweet scent, feeling warm and safe, and cuddle into him. 

His chest moves up steadily, your nails grazing up and down, and you both lay there silently. 

“Are you nervous?” 

You look up at him, adjusting yourself to face him, “A little.” You reply honestly, not bothering to hide that you are. 

He nods, “I’ll be there the entire time.” 

You kiss his cheek before kissing his lips, “I know. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, my love.” 

You guys are able to cuddle for maybe two hours before you are rudely interrupted by multiple people waiting outside of your hotel room. 

“It’s time,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your forehead, squeezing your shoulders, and you swiftly get up. You wrap yourself in the hotel robe and Sebastian does the same. 

You open the door to your team which they all pile in carrying multiple bags and pull in a rack which is holding your covered dress and Sebastian's tuxedo. 

You sit in the chair, anxiously waiting for your team to start, and Sebastian smiles at you from the bed. Which he’s sitting on and admiring you. His eyes twinkled underneath the lights. Your heart flutters at the sight of him. 

Your team gets to work and you slowly daze out, letting your team pamper you, and you feel light as they work on you. You let yourself relax into the chair, closing your eyes to let them work on you, and you hear Sebastian playing your favorite music from his phone. 

Your makeup team had decided on doing a light makeup look, with a bold cherry red lip, and your hair was styled away from your face. Azkiel, your hairstylist, had styled it into curls that fell down your back. He sprayed down your loose strands and gave a kiss to the air when he saw his finished product. 

“You look beautiful, my dear.” He gives you a smile as he steps aside to let yourself look into the mirror. 

You smile slightly as you look at yourself in the mirror, feeling prideful at how beautiful you look, and you tilt your head side to side to admire the work they did on you. 

You look at Sebastian, who is coming out of the restroom in his all black suit, and give him a big smile. His eyes melt when he sees you. 

“Beautiful,” he says with a wink and his signature smile. 

You stand up to change, your assistant Ellie follows you into the bathroom to help you, and you pull off your robe. Ellie has seen you naked plenty of times since she’s been with you for years now. 

You still blush as you take off your robe, Ellie rolls her eyes at you, and laughs. “I’ve seen you naked how many times, babe?” 

“Stop it,” you say flustered as she helps you into your dress. 

You stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the front, while Ellie hooks the neck part together, fixing your hair, and zips up the zipper at your waist. 

You adjust your breasts at the open neckline which falls to above your naval, smiling to yourself because you feel sexy, and Ellie lets out a low whistle. 

“You look hot,” she states with a big smile. You put on your simple pair of diamond earrings, your favorite silver rings, and smile at her. 

“Thanks,” you breathe out, starting to feel nervous, and Ellie opens the door for you to go back into the room. 

Sebastian is fixing his hair in the mirror when he notices you come out, his eyes go wide, and he twirls back to face you. 

You walk up to him, smiling, and he sets his hands on your exposed back. 

“You look breath-taking,” he says, placing a kiss on your cheek gently, and goes back to admiring you. 

“Yeah?” You ask, beaming up at him. He steps aside to allow you to stand in front of him and you both look at your reflection in the mirror. You sigh happily as you fluff your dress out, admiring the deep neckline, the side of your breasts showing from the opening, and you love it. You love the way it hugged your curves and the red lips complimented the dress perfectly. 

“Always.” 

You smile with a hum, sitting down to slip your feet into your black heels, and Sebastian bends down to help you strap them around your ankle. 

He kisses the inside of your ankle, shivers run down your back, and you shake your head at him. Once he’s done, you stand up in front of him. You mess with the tulle of your dress, pressing down, “You don’t think it’s too out there?” Your insecurity is peaking out slightly. 

“Never. You’re the lead actress. This film is all about you, honey.” 

You nod at his words, shoving down the insecurity, and holding your head up high. 

“Ready?” Ellie asks, exiting the bathroom in her own black dress, it’s simple but elegant, and she still looks beautiful. Her beautiful blonde bob framed her heart face perfectly. You think she looks beautiful. 

“You look lovely,” you say to her and she brushes you off, her cheeks tinting pink.

“Thank you, hun. We’re running late, let’s go.” She walks hastily in the room in her heels, grabbing all the important stuff, shoving it into her purse, and you roll your eyes. 

You don’t feel rushed. “There’s no rush, Ellie belly. Who cares if we’re late?” 

Sebastian lets out a laugh, placing his hand on your open back, and you both walk out to the awaiting black SUV. 

The ride to the red carpet is a quiet one, your nerves filling you up, and Sebastian knows. He knows without you saying anything and simply holds your hand in his to ground you. 

You soon arrive infront of the red carpet, you peer out of the window, and see that everybody has already arrived. You see them all walking down the red carpet, posing for photos, and the paparazzi is going crazy. All you see is bright flashes and loud screams from all the fans. You gulp at the sight. 

Sebastian kisses the inner corner of your wrist, you turn to look at him, and give him a weak smile. 

“I’m going to get off now, baby.” You nod at him, letting out a shaky breath, “I’ll be waiting for you at the end.”

He leans in to kiss your lips softly to not ruin your lipstick. You hum in content. 

Ellie knocks on the window once Sebastian pulls away and they both exit the SUV. 

Ellie waits on the edge of the red carpet for you while Sebastian walks the red carpet with his sensational smile on his face. 

Your heart warms as you watch him pose for a couple photos and you can hear the screams. He’s a big actor and you know people will know you’re coming next since he’s here already. 

You grip your hands together, slightly shaking as you feel like you might vomit, and you quickly check your make up in your compact mirror. You smile to check if you have any lipstick stains and adjust your dress one last time. 

This was your first time at the Venice Film Festival and you closed your eyes for a second to relax. You brush off the nerves and knock on the window. 

As soon as the door opens, you hear the screaming and the chanting of your name. The flashing of the cameras always blind you, but you step out of the car with a smile on your face. 

You adjust your dress while Ellie adjusts the back of it to make sure it’s perfect. 

You pose for the cameras in front of you and you walk down the red carpet. You hold your head up high, the smile never leaving your face, and happiness is almost bursting from your chest. 

You stand proud as you walk the carpet, waving at the fans that are trying to get your attention, and make your way towards them. 

You smile for different cameras, sign different things for your fans, and speak to a couple of them. 

You even do an interview with someone in Italian for the festival.  One of the questions made you laugh when he said to you, “Your role was so inspirational.” 

“Really? What was so inspirational about it?” You asked with a sweet smile, battling your eyelashes at him.

The poor man flushed furiously and stumbled with his words after that. 

You had even made a comment about how it was inspiring to say no on and off the screen. 

“How did you feel about the feminine power your director insisted the movie is about?” 

You burst out into a giggle, covering your mouth with your hand, and you look at him with a dazed look. 

“Feminist empowerment? Maybe misogynistic empowerment, I believe. Not too sure what she's on about, honestly. But maybe the director has a different view point.”  You say with a shrug and a sly smile. 

The interview ended soon after that, but you didn’t mind one bit. 

You soon make your way stop at the end of the paparazzi photo line up. 

You pose in different angles and you can hear different paparazzi shouting for Sebastian to come stand next to you. Everybody wanting to have the first official photo of you two in public. 

You peer at Sebastian, only looking at him, and avoiding everybody else for the moment. He’s shaking his head no to the paparazzi until he sees you looking at him. You wave your hand at him to join you and he breaks out into a smile. 

You both melt into each other. Your arm landing on his back, his arm wrapping around your waist, and you place your free hand on his chest. Melting into his side with a beaming smile. 

You couldn’t wait to see these photos online and to frame one. 

You both pull away when you think they’ve gotten enough. You turn to the awaiting cast members, laughing loudly when you see them all with their cameras photo yelling at you to pose for them, you jokingly pose crazily for them, Sebastian laughing along with you, and you feel so happy seeing all your DWD cast members. 

Chris Pine on his knees taking pictures of you with a disposable camera, Nick Kroll right next to him snapping shots with his iPhone, and Gemma laughing loudly behind them. 

You and Sebastian say hello to them all. Gemma and Sebastian catching up since they are both Marvel actors and speaking about their next movie. 

Chris is the last one you see, he wraps his arms around you, and squeezes you tightly in his arms. He always treated you so well. As if you were a daughter to him, always giving you advice when you asked, and even checking up on you constantly since DWD filming ended. Him knowing personally about the situation that occurred after filming finished. He absolutely hated Olivia and Harry with the same passion as you. 

Your heart was bursting with happiness at merely being close to him again. “You are a gem!” You beam at his compliment as you both fall easily into a conversation about what you both had been up too. Him complimenting you on ‘Fresh’ and saying you did phenomenal. 

You even take photos with the cast members with Chris and Gemma standing on your side, not allowing Harry and Olivia to get close to you. 

You had never been more thankful for them than you were right now. 

You all disbursed after the photos and went back to your previous conversation with Chris. 

In the corner of your eyes, you can see Harry and Olivia hovering around. You try your best to avoid their eyes. You can see Harry staring at Sebastian with a disdained look. You didn’t even look at them long enough to take notice of what they were wearing. 

Sebastian avoids them as well, not bothering to turn their way, and once his conversation finishes with Gemma, he walks back towards you and says hello to Chris. You and Sebastian talk quietly amongst each other, smiling and giggling together, and then you see Olivia walking towards you from behind him. 

Your face falls slightly which causes Sebastian to stop mid sentence and turns slightly to look behind him. 

He spots Olivia walking towards you with a big smile on her face, Harry walking behind her, your eyes widen when Sebastian looks back at you, your mouth frowning at the sight of her, and Sebastian moves to cover you quickly. 

Your eyes met his and you feel furious at the fact that she’s even coming towards you guys. Your hands grip onto his as you think about the audacity she has coming towards you. 

Fuck her. Everything went downhill after you accepted the lead role for her fucking movie. 

You see Olivia right behind Sebastian about to say something, but you quickly wrap your arm into Sebastian’s and walk away from her. 

You look back at her, angrily, and watch in satisfaction as her face falls. Chris notices the situation and falls into step walking behind you with Gemma to create more distance between you and them as you all walk inside with you leading. Not even having to say a word to them, not even a look, and they just knew. 

You ignore the icy stare you feel from Harry. Not even looking at him either. 

You wrap your arm around Sebastian tighter as you walk into the theater lobby. You huddle with him in a corner with Chris, Gemma, Nick, and his wife. You all carry conversation before going into the theater. 

You watch Olivia and Harry make their way into the theater first. Your eyes meet Harry’s for a brief moment because you look away and peer up at Sebastian. He’s smiling at Chris at something he said, but his hand never leaves your skin. Always holding your shoulder or your waist, or simply your fingertips in his. 

You cuddle into his side, feeling content, and soon the staff is letting you know it’s time to go watch the movie. 

Chris and Gemma go in first while Sebastian holds your waist to walk in front of him. You walk inside, Sebastian kissing your cheek as he goes to sit in the row behind you, and you follow Chris to your seat. 

You stop as you see your name next to Harry who is sitting next to Olivia. They both look at you. Harry’s face shows no emotion while Olivia is smiling at you. You avoid their eyes, looking at Chris for help, and he shuffles to the seat next to Harry. 

He looks at the names on the seats, rips off your name and falls into the chair with a loud huff. 

Harry looks at him with a raised eyebrow and is about to speak, but then Chris says, “They must have made a mistake.” Harry purses his lips and looks away from him. 

You mouth a thank you and squeeze his shoulder in appreciation. You sit down next to him as Gemma sits next to you. Along with the rest of the cast. 

You peer behind you to smile at Sebastian, he smiles back, and places his hand on your shoulder to give you a gentle squeeze. 

Soon enough the movie begins and you have to avoid cringing in your seat. Not because of the movie itself but because you feel awkward watching yourself in this movie with Harry. 

It wasn’t how you felt with Sebastian when you watched Fresh together at the premiere. You had watched it side by side, smiling and laughing together, and you felt happy the entire time. 

Now you feel weird watching the scenes with Harry kissing you and the sex scenes make you peer at Sebastian every time. 

All he does is smirk at you and give you a wink. Never making you feel awful that he’s watching this. You know in his mind this movie is just you acting. But you know this movie is a movie you did with your fiancée at the time. It feels awful because you really did love Harry throughout the entire thing. 

You try to black out the whole movie. When the standing ovation is happening, you smile at everybody, staying until the end of it, and once the clapping stops.. you hurry out the theater. Waiting for Sebastian at the entrance and you both walk out to the awaiting care. 

Sebastian pulls you into a heated kiss in the car, wrapping his arms around your waist, and mumbles into your ear, “You did amazing, baby. A fucking amazing actress.” 

Your driver drives you both to the secluded after party that’s happening at a rented out venue that was for the entire cast, crew, and the attending DWD crowd. 

You pull away from Sebastian’s lips, panting, and you wipe his pouting lips with your thumb. He pulls your thumb into his mouth, sucking slowly, and you moan at his gestures. 

“Stop it,” you tease him with a giggle. 

Soon enough you were both at the after party, enjoying yourself with all your cast members. Olivia and Harry were secluded on their own, speaking to different members, but it was an unspoken rule that you were not interacting with them at all. 

You were already a couple drinks in when you whispered to Sebastian that you were going to go to the backyard of the venue for a breather. He asks you if you want him to come with you, but you shake your head no and kiss his lips. 

You stand by the glowing lights that illuminate from the pool, sipping on your drink, and enjoying the quietness around you. Enjoying this peaceful moment. 

You almost jump out of your bones when you hear someone speak behind you. 

“You look lovely.” 

“Jesus!” You yell out with a hand on your chest, frightened slightly by Harry’s voice, and you twirl around to look at him. 

You finally look at him for the first time tonight. He’s still wearing a suit, but his hair is messed up and he has a buzzed look on his face. The buzzed look of his when he’s had too much to drink for the night. 

You sip on your drink as you look at him. Not ready for whatever he’s going to say. You twirl the liquid in its glass as you wait for him to say something. 

“You’ve moved on, huh?” 

You roll your eyes, scoffing “Give me a break, Harry. Of course I’ve moved on. You did before we even broke up.” 

Harry’s face falls, his lips turning down into a frown, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He steps closer to you, but you don’t move. You only stare at him with a sad look. 

You gulp down the rest of your drink, warmth filling your belly, and your skin feels hot. 

“You know… I’m really happy with Sebastian. I can honestly see a future with him. As crazy.. as crazy as it may sound. I-I do, I really do. I never…” you pause, Harry listening to you intently, “I never thought I would move on from you.” You snort a laugh as you say that out loud. 

“I always thought it would be me and you, you know? We had our entire future figured out.” Your eyes narrow at his, “But you had to fuck it up, Harry.” 

Harry drops his glass onto the grass nearby and steps even closer to you, “I did, too.” He admits, “I wish.. I wish I hadn’t fucked it all up. I… I don’t know why I did what I did. I was an idiot. I'm still an idiot… I, fuck, I never thought I would ever look at someone else.. ever.. when I was with you… you were it.” 

Suddenly, his hands are gripping yours. You furr your eyebrows at him, trying to tug your hands out of his hold, but he doesn’t budge. 

“If we could go back, would you give me another shot?” His eyes wide, looking at you, and you part your mouth open in shock. 

“I still love you so much,” he admits and you want to slap him. “I’m so in love with you. It kills me to see you with him. It drives me insane. I-I wish I could go back.. I want to go back and change what I did,” tears fill his eyes, “I want you. I need you.”

He reaches down to try and kiss you, you instantly pull back quickly, trying to shove him off of you, “Get off me! What are you doing?!” You try to push him off, his hands gripping your wrist tightly, and you cry out as his lips touch yours harshly. 

You can’t believe this is happening. 

His lips move roughly against yours, tugging your hands away from his tight hold, but he doesn’t budge. You open your mouth to cry out, but he forcefully pushes his tongue inside of your mouth. Tequila fills your taste buds and tears fill your eyes. 

You manage to pull away from him, crying, and trying to shove him away from you still. 

“Harry, stop!! Harry, please stop!” You yell out as he drunkenly tries to kiss you again. 

For the first time, you feel scared of him. You have never been scared of Harry before. You’re trying to shove him off, the pain of your nails breaking against his chest feels like nothing compared to the fear you feel right now, and you wonder how you got here. 

In what world were you afraid of Harry? 

You want Sebastian. 

Where is he? 

In an instant, Harry is ripped away from you and punched in the face. Harry tumbles to his side, mumbling profanities as he almost falls down to the cemented floor, and you step back quickly. 

“Ohmygod!” You cry out covering your mouth as you see Sebastian punching his face, furiously and angrily, and now there’s a crowd forming around them in shock. 

Gemma wrapping her arms around you to comfort you when she notices you crying, Harry punching Sebastian, his lip splitting open, Olivia watching in shock and trying to figure out what is happening. 

“Don’t ever fucking touch her again!!” Sebastian yells at Harry as he pulls his fist back to punch him again, gripping him by his coat, and Harry’s right eye is swelling shut now. 

You cry out his name, Sebastian throwing Harry to the ground with a big shove, and he quickly turns to you. Blood rushed down his split lip and down his neck slightly. You cry harder at the sight of him being hurt. 

He pulls you out of Gemma's embrace, wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight, one hand in your hair, and the other holding you close. He’s kissing your head repeatedly and whispering that it’s okay. That you’re safe now in his arms. 

“Let’s go,” he says as he holds you in his arms, hidden away from all the confused stares, and you suddenly feel someone pulling you away from his arms. 

You yelp as you see Olivia holding your arm in hers, angry eyes, “What did you do?!” 

You pull your hand out of her hold and instantly slap her hard. The smack is heard by everyone and it’s instantly quiet aside from the gasps around you. 

She’s holding her cheek in pain, tears filling her eyes because of it, Harry is stumbling to his feet watching you two in shock, his nose bleeding, and you shove Olivia away from you. 

“Get the fuck away from you, you homewrecking bitch!” You yell at her loudly and see red. You feel rage seeing her, your heartbeat racing in anger now, and you feel flushed from your neck down. 

“Don’t fucking touch me ever again, you stupid bitch.” You spat at her, wrapping your arms around Sebastian, and you both exit the venue quickly. Paparazzi snapping shots of you, a million questions coming your way, ignoring them all, you both hide your faces as you walk to the car quickly, and you both sigh loudly as you relax into the seats. 

You cry into your hands. Not believing what had just happened. 

Sebastian pulls you into his lap, the driver putting the partition up when he notices you're sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around him, and he wipes away your tears. 

You thump away the blood from his lips, kissing him gently, he tries not to hiss at the pressure he feels, and kisses you back slowly. 

“Did he hurt you?” His blue eyes fill with worry, lips frowning. 

You kiss his cheeks, shaking your head slightly. “You saved me,” you whisper, placing your forehead against his. 

“You’re safe with me,” he says in a low voice, arms wrapping around you. 

You nuzzle yourself into him, letting yourself relax in his arms, “I know.” 

jin’s cute little “fighting hunt!” sign (for @proofofjin ♡)

ah, to have what they have…

love is just a word - part 9

a/n: buckle up mi amor, this is the last one for the road! this story has brought me so much joy, and so much escape from the real world. i started it out as a side project, something to get my creativity juices flowing… and look where we are now with NINE parts + shorts… and the love that you guys have for this series has really been mindblowing. now im going to stop rambling, and i hope you guys enjoy the last part!!

this chapter is paired with a favourite song of mine so feel free to listen to it here

read all other parts here!!

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Mallorca, Spain

“One more week, mi guapo.” You’re getting out of the car, thanking the driver as he pulls out your luggage. 

“That’s another race, another seven days.” Pierre whines. 

It had been more than four weeks since New York, and you had been working things out with Pierre at your pace. Things had fallen into normalcy over time, like a long distance couple working out their troubles. You worked on the last few projects on hand, spending most of your time at shoots in the city, or editing photographs at Joe’s bakery. Pierre texted you and Facetimed whenever he had the chance, and you sent pictures or called to update him about the various mundane things in your life. For the first time in your life you properly communicated, and it felt like a breath of fresh air.  

You fought hard, and Pierre proved to be fighting just as much, if not more for the both of you. 

“Hey,” You press your phone between your shoulder and ear, dragging the luggage up a couple of stairs, “I miss you too, guapo, but you know I have to do this." 

He sighs, following his PR manager to some media stunt the Red Bull team had organised, "I just wish I could be there with you." 

"I know, but I’ll see you as soon as you’re done with the race.” He has no clue about the surprise you have install for him. 

Pierre stays silent as you roll your luggage up the all too familiar pathway of the Sainz summer home. The familiar shadow of piñon jumping and barking in excitement by the window. Reyes is standing by the door with him now, waving you in. 

The phone is still pressed to your ear as you listen to his soft breathing. 

“Pierre?” He hums in response. 

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