The clock had just struck 2 in the morning, according to Margot's diamond laced wristwatch. It was flamingo coloured, and was slightly large on the woman's slim wrist. Margot received it from her husband on their second date. She was astounded that a man she had only went out with once would give something so expensive so soon, but she accepted it and never took it off since.

Margot was a 36 year old woman, who had a lean and angular body shape. As well as, long limbs. She was slender with a slim and narrow waist. She had electric blue eyes and hair in the colour of a chestnut. She wasn't very short, and was fairly skinny for her height.

She sighed silently and went to go find her husband, so that the two could finally leave this hell of a charity event and go home, to their four year old child. The crowd of people made it hard for Margot to find him. Even harder when most of the people were men in a fancy suit, just like her husband.

Her husband often had these events, due to his successful soap-selling business. While this may seem mediocre usually, in Ohio, where the couple resided, soaps are a high grossing product. This because, the largest soap factory in the country is located in Ohio.

"Richard!" Margot shouted at no one in particular. She walked through the crowds of people in hopes of finding Richard. It wasn't easy going between all those people, especially in high-heels and a long vanilla coloured maxi dress. The dress had a slit in the mid thigh, leaving Margot's left leg to be exposed almost fully, not that she minded. Margot was confident of her body, and had no problem showing it off. The dress hugged Margot's curves well, making her look even more breathtaking than she already was.

"Richard!" the frustration was evident in her voice, as she continued walking, continued shouting, but to no avail.

Eventually, Margot simply gave up and sat at the nearest table. The table contained leftovers of roasted duck and vegetables. It appears to be that the person sitting in the seat Margot has currently occupied was very hungry, because comparing to other plates, this one was nearly empty. Just as she was about to stand up and resume her search for Richard, a man appeared in front of her.

The man had dirty blonde hair, a tad lengthy. His appearance looked as if it were effortless. The hair was messy, falling over his eyes slightly, but not in a way that blocks his vision entirely. He had vibrant bottle green eyes and a dazzling smile. His teeth were in perfect condition. One might think he was born this way, but no. To accomplish what he currently has, the man had to undergo many dental procedures, including almost 5 years with braces. It was a pain, but it was definitely worth it.

He reached out his hand to her, "May I have this dance?" he asked with a smirk on his lips.

Margot rolled her eyes at the man, but took his hand nonetheless, "Just take me home, Richard," she pleaded.

"But darling!" Richard paused, and waited for his wife to turn around, "The night has just began."

Margot turned around and dropped her husband's hand, "I'm tired, honey. Please, I miss my bed, these heels are killing me and I can practically feel the prying eyes of every man at this charity event staring at me," she ran her right hand through her hair, which lied perfectly still on her back, but looked natural nevertheless.

"Okay, you win, I'll take you home," Richard replied, raising his arms in defeat, "Let me just say goodbye to my clients, and we'll be gone."

"That's what you said last time! Then you disappeared for 2 hours. I'm coming with you," Margot insisted, her French accent making a small appearance.

Despite being born and raised in France, Most of the time, Margot didn't have an accent. On occasions, usually when she's upset or mad, her accent comes out more strong than usual, just as it did right now.

She followed her husband until he reached a group of elderly Japanese business men. They were major clients for Richard's firm and always provided good payment, and on time. Richard loved working with them. The men exchanged several sentences in Japanese, which Margot couldn't comprehend, as she does not speak Japanese, and her and Richard were on their way to the parking lot.

The couple approached the car valet while their arms were intertwined. The young man had a light grey and dark red suit, with a matching hat, "Hello sir and madam, if you could please tell me which car is yours, I will go get it for you," he said kindly.

"My car is the Boss 429 Mustang, black," Richard replied, taking hold of his wife hand and locking their fingers together.

The car valet nodded, "I will be right back with your vehicle, sir," he then hurried off.

Not five minutes later, he returned with a pure black Boss 429 Mustang. The car had clearly been repaired to match today's safety regulations, but the exterior of the vehicle has been completely preserved.

Upon exiting the car, the valet handed the keys to Richard. He was about to go back to his post, but Richard stopped him. He gave the young man a one hundred dollar bill as a tip. Seeing the man's face lighten up as he chanted dozens of 'thank you's' made the green eyed mad happy.

Richard opened the car door for Margot, just like the gentleman he is, closed the door after her and walked over to the other side of the car, to take his seat. The car ignited and Richard absolutely admired the sound, "Listen to that baby purr!" His wife rolled her eyes, but a smile was visible on her lips.

The Smiths lived approximately an hour and a half from the charity event's location, and because it was the middle of the night, there was practically no traffic. Richard made the turn that brought the pair to the highway. The roads were clean of cars from both sides.

Margot noticed small droplets of water hitting the windshield, "Looks like it's starting to rain," she said, looking up at the sky from her passenger seat window. She saw enormous grey clouds in the gloomy sky.

The brunette knew her husband is an excellent driver, and because of this, she wasn't worried when the rain got heavier, and the roads became wetter. Richard managed to rescue both of them from storms much worse than this, therefore Margot was absolutely positive nothing bad will happen. It's such a shame she was wrong.

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This is a Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader.
“Please welcome your fantastic host, LL Cool J!” the announcer said, welcoming the rapper LL Cool J on stage. The crowd cheered and clapped as the rapper walked downstage.

“Thank you, thank you! Now, she’s amazing and he has a metal arm, but before I introduce today’s guests, please welcome our colourful commentator, Chrissy Teigen!” LL Cool J said as Chrissy entered in all her glory. The audience screamed for her and she loved it.

“Now, you know her, she’s kickass and she is here to win! Please welcome Y/N Y/L/N!!” he introduced her as Y/N entered through the double doors in the centre of the stage dressed in black skinny jeans and an oversized jumper. The crowd couldn’t hold it and shouted and clapped as loud as ever.

“You know him, you love him, he’s a killing machine and he’ll kill his way to get the belt. Please welcome Sebastian Stan!” The audience did not hesitate to make noise this time as well. Sebastian walked through the doors with his arms spread wide, a smirk on his lips and mischief in his eyes. He wore black jeans, a grey t-shirt and a black thin jacket over his shirt.

“Alright guys, this is the plan. First, our guests will sing a song they chose without anything special. The second part will be much more interesting since they will have outfits and professional dancers who have been practising all week for this. Okay, two Civil War stars, who’s gonna start?” LL asked, looking back and forth between Sebastian and Y/N.

“Well, I’d normally say ladies first, but not tonight. No manners! I’m here to win, not to make friends,” Sebastian said as he glared intensely at his co-star.

“Damn, Sebastian! Fine, you can start. Y/N please take a seat at our bar,” the host said, indicating the lip-shaped bar stools. Y/N walked upstage and sat on the most left one, at the edge of the bar. “Go ahead, Sebastian, the stage is yours.”

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This a Matthew Daddario x Female!Reader.
“Y/N!!!! Come over here you wildcat!” Matthew shouted at his best friend when she came to visit him on the set of Shadowhunters.

“Sup babe,” she walked over to him and gave him a friendly hug. Matthew blushed at the nickname as he always did and wished it would have lasted longer. Matthew Daddario has had feelings for Y/N since the second he laid eyes on her. And he would’ve told her too if it weren’t for the boyfriend she had back then.

After the pair broke up, Matthew was about to gather up the courage to tell her how he truly feels but he saw that she was too broken to enter another relationship so soon, so he decided to wait.

Unfortunately for Matt, Y/N began dating a guy she met at a bar two weeks ago, “Man, I really Ted-ed it up, didn’t I?” he asked one of his best pals, Dominic Sherwood, who only nodded in response and took a sip of his beer after. Matthew sighed deeply as he downed his fourth shot that night. That night, Matt got blackout drunk and woke up with a massive hangover that made him call in sick for work.

That night was also a week and a half ago. Now it was Monday morning time, and Y/N came to visit her best friend, Matthew on set. And obviously, make fun of him. Y/N greeted the rest of the cast members, which she befriended when she first came to the set six months ago.

The visit went by pretty quickly, Y/N filming each and every one of Matthew’s mistakes with an intention of showing him later when she was supposed to meet him at his house Friday night, but she never showed up. All Matt received was a mere apology text. Not even an explanation, just a “Sorry.” at eleven p.m.

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