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strawberrystrangers · 3 years

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Little, Teeny Crush | sebastian stan

Synopsis: Chris and Sam hook you and Sebastian up on Chris’ birthday night out, knowing you like him.

A/N: This is really rough for my first piece lol but hope you enjoy anyway. Requests are open for Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans/Tom Holland related topics. I have a few of my own story ideas I’m putting out, so if you do request bear with me.

“I honestly hope he doesn’t come,” you say, twirling the straw in your drink as a hopeful distraction. You focus on the ice cubes that circle the glass, feeling your chest pulsating at the same pace. It was June and that meant, really, only one thing: Chris demanding a night out for his birthday. You and Anthony had already planned the night, intending it as a surprise, but Chris ended up finding out and wanted to stay updated. So, now, the three of you were sat in The Wooden Crown Arms—because Chris always had an interest in British pubs—in a booth in the corner, waiting for Sebastian to arrive… Well, they were waiting, you were dreading.

“Why?” Anthony asks, sitting opposite you and laughing. “He’s just late, what’s he ever done to you?”

An already tipsy Chris giggles. “She has a little crush on him,” he points at you and then boops your nose. “A little, teeny crush.”

You roll your eyes and try to suppress a laugh. “I’m gonna need a lot more to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Evans.”

“A crush?” Anthony leans closer to you from across the table excitedly. “Really?”

Before you can reply, you watch Sebastian walk through the entrance on the other end of the room. “Shut up,” you say. “He’s coming over.”

Chris turns around but Sebastian still hasn’t seen you guys. “Oh, you mean Sebastian Stan?” He says loudly, almost falling off the seat. Anthony manages to pull him back before he completely hits the ground.

That’s when Sebastian sees you.

He only looks at you first and it’s like the two of you are having some film-like slow-motion moment. But then Chris’ loud voice breaks it, and he engulfs Sebastian in a hug. You feel Sebastian still looking at you but you try and keep your focus on Anthony, too worried that you’ll blush if you look long enough.

“Sorry, I’m late,” he says, sitting down next to you. His thigh brushes yours and you gulp, but he seemingly ignores it, greeting Anthony across the table. “Traffic was a bitch.”

“I think Y/N wants you to say that last part again,” Chris giggles. You widen your eyes at him and grit your teeth. Fuck.

“Why?” Sebastian is looking right at you, obviously waiting for an answer but you can’t meet his eyes—and you see Chris staring, evidently manifesting you to look at each other.

Still looking at Chris, you say, “My hearing is really bad in this place. I just didn’t catch it.”

“Right,” Seb laughs in confusion. “I guess I’m gonna need a lot to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Chris.”

Anthony and Chris turned to you, eyes wide at Sebastian’s similar line to yours earlier.

“It’s a common phrase, guys,” you sigh.

“A what?” Sebastian laughs confused again.

“Common phrase.”

“A common phrase?”

“We said the same thing,” you explain. “They think it means something. I think it means Chris is too drunk already.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Y/N! Look, it’s like this… when you have a time and you have a moment, it’s going to be pretty interesting.”

“Chris, what the fuck are you saying?” You laugh.

Sebastian laughs. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Anyone want another?” He looks at Anthony, who shows his full bottle, and then to Chris, and Anthony shakes his head. Then he finally looks at you, and you finally look back at him which causes your stomach to feel like a whole circus.

“Southern Comfort and lemonade.” You smile.

He nods and heads towards the bar. As soon as he’s out of sight, you lean across the table. “I should smack you both, what are you doing!”

“Did you just say you’ll smack us?” Chris giggles.

Anthony ignores Chris and says, “Trying to hook you up.”

“You don’t even know if he’s attracted to me. Can you not put me out there when I haven’t done it myself? I can’t handle rejection. Especially not from someone as hot as Sebast—“

“Here you go.” Sebastian sings, sliding your drink towards you. “Got you a straw too, saw you had one in your last drink.”

In unison, Chris and Anthony shout, “Gentleman!”

“This is so weird,” Sebastian laughs. “I love it.”

***

Chris and Sebastian are deep in conversation while you and Anthony scan the food menu for snacks. Sebastian stretches his arm across the back of the booth seat behind you—his focus still on Chris. Anthony’s eyes widen at you, face not really containing his excitement. You mouth to him to “chill out”.

“I need the bathroom!” Anthony bursts out abruptly. Everyone looks at him. “Yeah, I need the bathroom. Move Chris…”

After a short moment, Chris’ phone dings and he looks at it. Then he quickly looks up, grinning at both you and Sebastian. You give Chris a look of, don’t you fucking dare leave me alone with him. But his grin only grows larger.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

You sigh, “did Anthony just text—“

“I just have to go to the bathroom. I can’t hold it any longer, I guess.”

And then he’s gone… leaving you and Sebastian left alone. With his arm still behind your head, he taps the seat with his fingers and you feel your heartbeat get faster. You’re getting nervous—or rather more nervous than before. You can hear his fingers on the leather so close by your ear.

“Y/N?” He says, and you snap out of your daze. “Were you not listening?” He laughs, a smile wide on his face.

“I don’t think I was, I’m sorry. Say that again.”

“I was asking if you were having a good time.”

“I’m having a great time.” You’re still facing frontwards but you notice and feel Sebastian turn his body towards you. “What about you?” You give a quick glance and then sip your drink again.

“I’m having a good time…” he’s chuckling to himself. You can hear the leather squeaking as he’s shaking his leg. “I’m having a really good time, yeah.”

“Seems Chris is too,” you joke.

“Yeah,” he says. “Chris is definitely going for it tonight.”

“Yeah…”

“Why were they shouting my name when I first arrived?”

You gulp and hope he didn’t hear it. “They must have seen you come in.”

“They were facing you,” he says with a smile still on his face. “You were the one to see me. I saw you look at me and look away.” You drink faster through the straw. “Did you say something about me?” He laughs.

You choke as you swallow your drink, coughing and catching the attention of the other people in the bar. He rubs your back and puts a hand on your arm. “Oh my god, that was embarrassing.”

“Are you okay?” When he asks this, you turn to him. Properly looking at him now and you wonder if you can trust yourself. While looking at him, you notice one of his collar sides is sticking up. You unfold it and caress it down so it’s in its right place.

“Sorry,” you say overly apologetic. You completely forgot where you were for a moment. “It was bugging me. One side up. One side down.”

He just stays smiling and shakes his head. “No problem, I liked it… I mean, I appreciated it. Appreciated it, yeah.”

He’s looking at you in the eyes and you don’t think you’ve ever met someone who makes such great eye contact like him. It’s making you nervous again. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, licking his lips every now and then.

Then you move your hands down to the hem of his top, twisting it around your fingertip to ease your nerves. “Is this okay?” You ask and he nods.

He moves his free hand—with his other still in the back of the booth seat behind you—onto your thigh, his thumb gently caressing the inside of it. “Is this okay?” He asks and you nod. You feel your insides becoming giddy, goosebumps forming across your skin.

Just as you think Sebastian is leaning in, Anthony approaches the table and you retract your hand from his shirt but his hand stays still on your thigh.

“I’m gonna give Chris a ride home,” he says. “He’s gone a little bit overboard. You two good, here?”

You nod. “Yeah, I’ll grab a cab home.”

“We can share and split the cost,” Sebastian says. “Then we know you get home safe.”

***

The cab finally pulls up outside your apartment building, and you hesitate for a moment. The rain is pattering on the car windows and with your light alcoholic buzz, everything feels so calm and soothing.

“You okay?” He asks.

You want to ask him up, but you don’t want to feel rejected. Maybe you were imagining the moment in the bar?

“I’d like that,” he says.

You’re brought out of your thoughts, “Huh?”

“Coming up to your apartment,” he laughs.

“Did I say that out loud?”

He nods, laughing. “Did you not mean to?”

The cab driver sighs. “Look, man, this is cute and all but I’m running gas, here. Are you getting out or not?”

Sebastian looks at you to make sure you want him to come up. You nod at him knowingly. He lets you out of the cab first before he paying the driver. When he exits, he puts a hand to the small of your back. You’re both quiet when you walk through the lobby and into the elevator—maybe it’s tension or maybe it’s just awkwardness. You’re not quite sure.

“Which number?” He asks.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you laugh. “It’s the third floor.”

He presses the button for number 3 and stands close by your side, his hand still on the small of your back. The doors open on your floor and you walk down the hall to your apartment, Sebastian now trailing behind you instead of beside you. You put the key in the lock and turn it, open the door.

“You’re not some secret serial killer, are you?” You ask. “Only you’re trailing behind me…”

“I figured I’d give you some space in case you felt like you wanted to slam the door in my face and not let me in.” He says this as he’s walking through the hallway of your apartment. When he sees your couch he asks if he can sit on it and you nod.

“Water or coffee?” You call to him from the kitchen.

“Coffee, please, Y/N.”

You walk into the room holding a glass of water for yourself and a coffee for Sebastian. You sit opposite him on the couch. “Tonight was fun,” you say.

“Very fun,” he agrees, sipping from the mug. Then there’s a moment of silence. “Did you like my hand on your thigh?”

“Did I?” You stutter nervously, taken aback by the question.

“I should really stop making you choke, shouldn’t I?” He chuckles. “So, did you? Like my hand on your thigh?”

“That’s a sexy way of asking for consent,” you giggle. “But I did, yeah.”

He looks at you deeply again, and you’re getting nervous again. “Would you like it…” he moves closer to you, and you do the same.

“I would,” you whisper.

He places the mug on the table and rests his hand on your thigh like earlier. His thumb gently caressing the inside of it.

***

Sebastian’s hand was cold when it slid up your body to rest his hand by your collar bone, his palm flat feeling your heartbeat get faster and faster, and his wrist resting between your boobs. His other hand slipped into your underwear, finger sliding down your slit.

“You’re soaking,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm. A jarring difference from his cold hands. “Have you been like this all night?”

You tilt your head back onto his shoulder. And he loves the sight, you in pleasure heaven, your neck on show for him, your body quivering back into his. “Have you been like this all night?”

“Y-yes,” you manage to make out. “Oh, daddy, yes. All night.”

“Good thing I came up to you, then?” He asks. “Are you glad I came up to you?” He emphasises the word “came” and he feels you clench against his finger.

“Not yet, baby, you don’t get me inside of you yet. Just be patient, baby.”

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 3 years

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To Love or To Lose

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Summary: Antony convinced Sebastion to take a small vacation to Europe with him. In a mixup of sorts, they end up at the small town bar you work at. There’s a spark between you and Sebastian but they’re only there for a few days before they have to leave again. You’ll be damned if you let Sebastian go that easily.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3145

Author’s note: Hi, I wrote this very, very quickly at 1am because this was in my dream last night and I couldn’t get rid of it in my head. Yes, this is fully just a story I thought up for myself to insert myself in. I am Dutch.

‘We’re lost.’ ‘We’re not lost.’ ‘Just admit we’re lost.’ ‘We’re not lost.’ ‘We can just use our phone-’ ‘We’re not lost!’ Sebastian sighs and looks around while Antony tries to figure out the cyclist map they bought in town. He’s sure they’ve cycled for miles but they must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere. Now they’re in the Dutch countryside, surrounded by fields and farms. ‘Oh, look at this.’ Antony pulls Sebastian’s attention back to the map. He points at a street sign and then to the street as indicated on the map. ‘There’s a town just a little bit away from here.’ ‘Good, let’s go.’ Sebastian hops on his bike faster than Mackie can fold the map and is almost down the street when Antony joins him. They are surprised by the fact that there is a huge intersection just around the corner. ‘I guess you were right,’ Sebastian admits. Mackie just laughs and presses the button for the traffic lights. They cycle down the street to a roundabout and decide to take the first exit even though it seems less busy. ‘We could have a drink,’ Sebastian points out when they pass a small, roadside café. ‘We’ll have a drink at the next one,’ Antony says, still a bit sour that they’re not where they’re supposed to be yet. And no more than half a mile later they spot the next café. ‘Fine,’ Antony sighs. They cross the street and set their bike’s in their respective places in front of the bar. ‘Must be a bunch of alcoholics in this town if they have two bars in the same street,’ Mackie jokes, knowing that half of the people won’t understand him if they aren’t paying attention.

The terrace is quite full but there’s space. They walk up to a small standing table that has a sign on it. Neither of them can read it but they suppose it means something like “Wait here for service.” They see a tall, lanky man with a beard and messy hair walk around the terrace, delivering drinks to the patrons. He makes eye contact with the two and nods at them to let them know he’s coming. ‘Ik kom zo bij jullie.’ A girl rushes past so fast that Sebastian barely gets the chance to look at her. She carries a tray full of tap beer to a table across the terrace with such ease that it looks like second nature to her. Antony nudges him. ‘What do you think she said?’ ‘Probably something about coming over here to help us?’ ‘Yeah, sure.’ Together, they watch the girl as she stands by a table with rowdy men giving her lusting looks and strange smiles. They’re quite obviously very drunk. Sebastian takes a second to take her in as she stands with her back towards them. She has her hair in a kind of half-up, half-down style and wears a copper wrap dress with white specks on it. From the side, Sebastian can see a tattoo peek out from under her dress. She wears white tennis shoes with creme-colored ruffled socks poking out of them. When she turns around with a smile on her face he can see her red lips and blushy cheeks. She walks incredibly fast for someone her height, though she is a bit taller than the average American woman she still looks quite short compared to other people around. ‘Wat kan ik voor jullie betekenen?’ She speaks in Dutch and then she does a double-take. There’s recognition in her eyes as she speaks again: ‘Oh, sorry. How may I help you?’ ‘We’d like to have a drink and some help with our map,’ Antony tells her. ‘Of course,’ she smiles and looks around the terrace, ‘I have a spot down there on the benches or a few under the parasol.’ ‘Seb?’ He takes a look around and finds a nice spot that doesn’t have too much sun but isn’t quite in the shade either. Plus, it’s a bit more secluded. ‘That one over there. Is that okay?’ She looks down at the paper in front of her and nods. ‘Yeah, that’s alright. Have a seat. I’ll be right there.’ ‘Thank you.’ ‘No problem.’ She runs back into the bar to do whatever she has to do. They sit down and watch her dart all over the terrace, stopping shorty to inform her colleague with the beard of something, and then walks over to them. ‘What can I get you?’ She smiles brightly at the two. ‘A beer please,’ Antony says. ‘Make that two,’ Sebastian adds. She nods. ‘Two beers, coming right up.’ And she’s gone again. Before she reaches the door, she seems to be stopped by a guest whose glass is still full. She talks to her briefly and while the woman talking to her seems very serious, she keeps laughing it off. All while darting short glances at them and then the woman she’s talking to points at them. Of course, Antony takes that opportunity to joke around. He points at himself with a questioning look as he catches the woman’s eye. She shakes her head and points at Sebastian. The girl waves it off and quickly runs inside. It takes less than a minute until she’s outside again and standing at their table. ‘What was all that about,’ Antony asks her as she puts the beers down in front of them. ‘Oh, she’s a regular and she was curious why she heard me talk English.’ ‘So why the pointing?’ Her cheeks turn bright red as she clutches her tray with two hands but the look on her face seems to tell a whole different story than her body language. She chuckles. ‘She knows my love life is a mess and she knows I fall for guys like you,’ she tells the two as she looks at Sebastian, ‘I might have to prepare you for her. She’s quite the woman and she’s tried to set me up with guests before.’ Antony laughs. ‘I’m sure we’ll be able to handle her.’ ‘You’re American, right?’ He nods. ‘I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle her.’ With those words, she walks away with a huge grin on her lips.

‘En?’ The woman looks anxiously excited for your answer. You laugh and wave her off. ‘Heb het niet gevraagd.’ I didn’t ask. ‘Waarom niet?’ Why not? ‘Hij komt alleen voor een drankje en ik ben aan her werk. Ik hoor niet met gasten te flirten.’ He’s only here for a drink and I’m working. I’m not supposed to flirt with guests. ‘Dus? Hij is je type en je bent al bijna een jaar niet uit geweest.’ So? He’s your type and you haven’t gone out in a year. You sigh and shake your head. ‘Ik ga hem niet uit vragen.’ I’m not going to ask him out. ‘Dan doe ik het.’ Then I will. ‘Be my guest.’ She gets up from her chair and limps over to the two Americans sitting across the terrace. You can’t help but watch what she’s going to do and your coworker joins you. ‘Wat gaat Sanne doen?’ What’s Sanne doing? ‘Ze gaat een date voor me regelen.’ She’s getting me a date. He looks over at the two men and looks a bit confused. ‘Wacht, zijn dat-’ Wait, are they- ‘Sebastian Stan en Antony Mackie. De winter soldier en de falcon.’ ‘Maar die zijn toch al veertig ofzo?’ Aren’t those two like forty or something? You shrug. ‘Sanne stond erop. Op deze manier laat ze in ieder geval even met rust.’ Sanne insisted. At least she’ll leave me alone for a while after this. ‘Je gaat ervan uit dat ze niet me je uit zouden willen?’ You’re assuming they wouldn’t go out with you? ‘Antony is getrouwd en ik ben vrij zeker dat ze beter dan mij kunnen krijgen. Er staan letterlijk modellen voor ze in de rij.’ Antony is married and I’m pretty sure they can get better than me. Modells literally line up for them. ‘Ze ziet er anders vrij tevreden uit.’ She looks pretty satisfied. We watch as Sanne walks back towards us with a victorious look on her face. ‘Tom, je moet haar vrij geven. Hij zei dat hij met haar uit zo gaan als ze zou helpen met hun kaart. Ze zijn verdwaalt ofzo.’ Tom, you have to give her the rest of the day off. He told me that he’d take her out if she’d help them with their map. They’re lost or something. You could sink into the ground right there and then. Tom checks his watch and seems to seriously consider it. ‘Ja, ga ze maar helpen. T is toch rustig.’ Yeah, you go help them. It’s not busy. Your jaw drops. Tom can be quite lazy and often keeps you on until closing so he doesn’t have to do everything alone. ‘Je maakt een grapje.’ You’re kidding, right? He nudges you towards the door of the bar, knowing that you’ll have to write down your hours and grab your phone before you sit down with them. ‘Nee, kom op. Dit meen je niet.’ No, come on. You’re not serious. ‘Y/n, maakt niet uit wat er gebeurt, dit is een geweldig verhaal om te vertellen op feestjes. Ga gewoon.’ Y/n, it doesn’t matter what happens, this’ll still be a great story to tell at parties. Just go. Sanne puts her hand on your shoulder as she says it. You sigh and take your loss. Or win. However you want to look at it. ‘Wat wil je drinken?’ What do you want to drink? Tom asks as he trails behind you into the building. ‘Doe maar een biertje.’ A beer would be nice. He nods and gets to tapping while you fill in your hours in the folder behind the bar and take your phone out of a drawer under the coffee machine. ‘Ik haat je.’ I hate you. ‘Tuurlijk.’ For sure. Tom hands you your beer and you head outside to sit down with Sebastian and Antony. You grab a chair and pull it towards their table. When you sit down, both men have an astonished look on their faces. ‘They actually gave you the day off,’ Antony asks, ‘all because your love life isn’t ideal?’ ‘You clearly underestimated how terrible my love life is,’ you joke. ‘Well now you’ve gotta tell us everything,’ Antony urges as he leans back in his chair. ‘I don’t have to tell you anything.’ ‘I’m supposed to take you on a date, so I would like it if you did tell me something,’ Sebastian says. ‘You really don’t have to,’ you tell them, ‘I know she’s a scary woman but she won’t kill you or anything. Besides, you won’t ever see either of us again once you leave.’ ‘That’s fair but this is a great story,’ Sebastian shrugs. You scoff and scoot your chair a little closer. ‘Sure. Now let’s see this map of yours.’

“We found it.” Sebastian sends the text and drops his bag in his room. It takes only a few seconds until you send a message back. “Yay, good job.” He smiles as he sits down on his bed and types his response. “Nah, that was all you.” “I wouldn’t be too grateful. I am going to cyberbully the shit out of you.” “Sure.” There’s knocking on his hotel room. He calls for the person to come in, knowing it’ll probably be Mackie and it is. ‘Hey man,’ he says and sits down in a nice chair across the room. ‘Hey,’ Sebastian replies, ‘you got a good room?’ ‘Great. Say, are you going to go back to take our tour guide on that date?’ Sebastian shrugs. ‘I was thinking about it but she’s quite a bit younger.’ ‘That’s what I was thinking,’ Antony says with a nod. ‘But I still think you should do it.’ ‘Hold on, why?’ ‘She said something on the terrace that kind of stuck with me.’ He gets up from his chair and walks over to the window to look out over the busy Amsterdam streets. He looks a bit disappointed by the view. He preferred the small town. ‘You will probably never see her again after you leave.’ ‘What?’ ‘She’s from a small town, she works in the town’s bar, no one has a clue who you are around there. And I saw how you looked at her. So why not take a chance? Best case scenario, you have a fun date. Worst case scenario, you have a great date and are stuck with feelings for a woman who lives across the world. Either way, she’s fun to be around.’ Sebastian is shocked for a second but Antony is spitting straight facts. Y/n was a joy to talk to while she was helping them figure out their next move and what does he really have to lose? ‘You’re right.’

~Two months later~

‘Sebastian, we heard you finally took a trip with Antony Mackie. Do you have any stories?’ The fan looks smug as she asks it like she knows something. Like she knows what he and Mackie know. He adjusts himself in his seat and puts the microphone to his mouth. ‘We went to the Netherlands and when you’re there you have to go cycling. We got lost and Mackie refused to use his phone to look for where to go so we ended up in a small local bar where the waitress helped us find out that we were actually cycling towards the wrong city. We wanted to cycle to Amsterdam and we ended up in Amersfoort.’ And then I fell for the waitress who showed us around the city to make sure we had a good time either way even if we could’ve just taken a taxi to Amsterdam. We stayed longer than we should’ve and I miss her. But he doesn’t say that. He couldn’t. ‘The waitress,’ the interviewer asks in disbelief, ‘she could speak English?’ ‘The Dutch are actually great English speakers.’ ‘Was the waitress cute?’ Sebastian laughs. ‘She was adorable,’ he says, trying to play it off as a joke, an exaggeration, ‘but she was really smart. She helped us figure it out and even helped us to get back to our hotel.’ ‘You didn’t sneak her in, did you?’ ‘Oh, no, no. She just told us what to do and where to go.’

Sebastian walks through his apartment when his phone goes off. He checks the screen to see Mackie’s name pop up and he sighs. He knows what he wants to talk about. The interview went up just an hour or so ago. ‘I know,’ Sebastian says as he presses his phone to his ear. “Just for good measure, I’m going to tell you anyway. Call her.” ‘I can’t do that to her.’ “To her or to yourself?” ‘It’s too much of a distance. Even for long-distance.’ “She told you she’s thinking of moving to Canada.” ‘Doesn’t mean she’ll move here with the probability of a relationship. And a relationship in the spotlight.’ “So you’re going to deny you felt something?” ‘I’m not going to deny it, I just-’ “You’re going to bottle it up until it eats you alive in hopes of losing feelings.” Antony sighs. “Seb, this girl was made for you.” His phone starts beeping. ‘Hold up, I’m getting another line.’ “Sebastian, don’t-” He hangs up and picks the other call up without checking who is calling. He just wanted to get rid of Mackie for bothering him about Y/n again. ‘Hello?’ “Oh, hey.” Sebastian freezes at the sound of your voice coming through the speaker. “I didn’t think you’d pick up this fast. I need some help.” ‘From me?’ “Yes, I seem to have taken a wrong turn while cycling to Amsterdam.” She giggles softly. “And now I’m lost in New Amsterdam.” ‘New Amsterdam?’ He feels his stomach tingle at the words but he isn’t sure if she’s hinting at what she’s hinting at. “No, wait, they don’t call it that anymore. New York.” ‘You’re in New York?’ “Yeah, some dude with a gap in his teeth dropped me off in front of an apartment complex in SoHo but I think I’ve been scammed.” ‘In SoHo?’ He rushes to his window, struggling to open it with one hand. “Yeah, you know anyone who might have a place for me to rest my head until I figure out how to get back?” He finally pulls the window open and sticks his head out to look down and there you stand. You smile up at him and wave. “Oh, there you are,” she says through the phone. ‘I’ll be right down.’ He doesn’t waste another second. He pulls on his shoes on his bare feet, hopping as he goes. Snatches his keys from the table and sprints out, not really caring that he looks a mess. He runs down the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator, and bursts out the door. You smile at him and he freezes, suddenly realizing you’re really here. ‘Wow,’ he mumbles, ‘it’s you.’ ‘Hey,’ you say as you bite your lip. He leans in slightly and then Sebastian becomes awfully aware of the prying eyes on the New York streets. He wants to hold you, kiss your lips, but he can’t on the street. Not when you just came here. ‘Come in,’ he says as he starts to usher you inside. He walks you to the elevator and presses the button. It opens right away and the two of you step inside. He notices you study his face and he feels himself getting nervous. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Trying to figure out if you’re actually happy to see me or just scared that I’m a stalker.’ ‘I’m happy to see you,’ he tells you as he suppresses a smile. You don’t. You smile brightly as you take his hand. The feeling is familiar and yet a little nostalgic after being apart for two whole months. ‘I’m happy to see you too.’ The elevator door opens and he shows you to his door. It’s only then that he notices you don’t have anything with you. ‘Did you jump on a plane like this?’ ‘No, I got a hotel room just in case I read you all wrong when you left.’ You take off your shoes as you step inside, something you also did at your own place when you took him home. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. ‘You didn’t’. Your arms slide around his neck as if they’re meant to be there. He slowly dips down and presses a kiss to your lips. ‘Good, ‘cause you’re stuck with me two weeks.’ ‘And after that?’ ‘I either introduce you to my parents or I go back.’ ‘Go hard or go home.’ ‘Exactly.’

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sonofadeanwinchester · 6 years

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Shape Of You

Summary: Sassy you .. meet sassy Sebastian Stan.

Words: 5037 (got a little carried away)

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Tags: @221bshrlocked @potterhead1265 @pawallday @shellymaesworld @titty-teetee @chameerah

"Girl! Come on, we're gonna miss all the fun!" My friend Cheryl yelled from down the street as I rolled my eyes and sauntered towards her. "Stop rolling those damn blue baby's at me."

"Fuck you. This is stupid, Cher." I flicked through my Facebook quickly, distracting myself.

"Listen to me, I need a distraction to get over him. Okay? Just please. You're my best friend and I need you right now. I need to dance my broken hearted ass off on the dance floor while I grind some guy that is either twenty years my senior or too damn young to be in the club, okay?" She had a pouty face on and I sighed, nodding. She squealed and giggled, "that's why you're my bestie."

"Right." I chuckled and followed close behind her into this new club 5th & Mad. The line wasn't too long so we stood there and chatted lightly about what to expect in there. "I don't know, maybe like shitty dance music and drunk dicks who wanna grind you? Like every other fucking dance club?"

"Girl, stop being like that! Jesus!" She cocked a perfectly arched brow at me and flashed a megawatt smile at the bouncer. He winked and let us in no problem.

"Well, that was easy!" Cheryl spotted someone she knew across the room and excused herself, filing between sweaty bodies that were rubbing together to the upbeat music of DNCE.

"Right, well, dancing isn't my thing. I'll be the bar." I yelled after her and she nodded, waving a hand in my direction. "Fucking great." I squeezed between three guys arguing about something along the lines of sports and ordered a beer. I was never the kind of girl who had all these shitty girlie drinks and flaunted my stuff around. Beer, wings and a good hockey game was all I required to get going. "Thanks." I nodded my head in appreciation.

The three guys beside me were getting a little too close for comfort and their voices raised octaves. "Jesus man, don't you know sports!" One guy yelled, slurring his words and spilling beer onto my shoulder.

"Fuck off bro, this is a brand new shirt." I shoved him away and her turned towards me.

"I'm sorry?" His eyes were glossy and his sneer evil. "Beautiful lady say something?"

I snorted, "I said fuck off. This is brand new shirt. Don't want your cheap ass beer on it."

The guy on his right started howling in laughter, "you're feisty for sure, aren't you?" He stepped closer, cocking his head to the side and ran his fingertips down my exposed shoulder.

"Get off of me, perv." I started to stand when his fingers dug into my skin. "Christ, let go of me!"

"Nope, you started talking to us, lady. We're gonna finish this conversation." The third man finally spoke and chuckled. "Don't be a bitch, come on. Have a drink with us. You look like you could use a drink."

"I don't need a fucking drink, I need you to get your low paid pervert hands off of my body before I call the fucking police." I tried pulling my arm away.

"Don't be like that sweetheart. We just wanna show you a good time." The first man stepped closer again and brought his lips close to my face.

"JESUS! Get the hell off of me. I'm calling the pol-."

A large man came to my side, kissing my cheek. "There you are sweetheart. These bastards giving you trouble?"

The three men chortled together, exchanging glances with one another. "Who the fuck are you?"

The mystery man sneered, "I'm her fucking boyfriend. Who the hell are you?"

"Well, buddy, your girlfriend here isn't very faithful. She was trying to make a move on me. Cheap slut."

"Excuse me?" I stood to my feet and slapped him across his cheek. "Fuck off buddy. You do not wanna start this tonight."

Mystery man stepped in front of me and chuckled, "don't wanna mess with her, believe me. I've been with her for years. She may be little but damn, she's feisty."

"Whatever bro, just control your whore. We just came here for a drink not to be hit on by the likes of her." The middle man rolled his eyes and jutted his chin in my direction.

"You know what, you cock-sucking bastard, how about you take your sleazy ass home back to wherever hole you fucking crawled out of and die in it? Okay? Or if that holes not good enough for you, I know a few empty ones at the cemetery. I'm sure they could spare one for someone with a dick that small." I smirked at him and backed away, flashing him the finger and strutting away. "Fucking bastards." I muttered under my breath, navigating between bodies to another empty seat.

Half way through my beer, my phone started ringing. CHERYL. "Where the hell are you?"

She giggled, "I'm in the bathroom lineup. Where are you?"

"Sitting at the bar." I played with the napkin under my drink as I spoke.

"Right, the no dancing thing. Oh my god." It came out as a whisper.

"What?" She didn't reply, just gasping. "Jesus, Cher, what?"

"Don't look now but I'm pretty sure Sebastian fucking Stan is staring at you!" The giddiness in her voice was annoying.

"Who's that?"

"Jesus, (Y/N), you know!" Her voice cracked as she whined.

"No, I don't actually, that's why I fucking asked." I took another swig of my beer, waiting for a reply.

"Oh my god, he's walking over to you. Hang up the damn phone."

"Who the hell is Sebast-." Dead tone, bitch hung up on me.

"Excuse me? This seat taken?" A husky but familiar voice came from beside me.

"If you're the fucking prick who tried hitting on me earli-." I turned, meeting the eyes of my hero from earlier. "Uh, nope. Just my knight in shining ... leather jacket."

He chuckled, "uh, not the prick. Well, not that one anyway. Can I sit?"

My face flushed a little bit and I nodded, "free country."

He smiled and ordered two more beers. "What's your name?"

"Oh, it rhymes with Luck Lou." I rolled my eyes and sipped my beer.

"Damn, well, Fuck You is a great name. I'm Sebastian." He smirked as the bottle met his lips.

"Good for you, Sebastian." I hated coming to these fucking places.

"Okay ... you from around here?" He sighed and waited for response.

"I could be." I had to admit, I was being a bitch to this poor guy. He tried coming to my aid and I hadn't even thanked him for it. Fuck that, I don't need rescuing.

"Well, that's a good part of town." He snorted and started to stand. "See you around Fuck You."

I sighed, "wait."

"Oh, not done being bitchy? Cause I don't have all night, I have a flight to catch in the morning."

Well done, pretty boy.

"Thanks for earlier but I had it under control." I clucked my tongue displaying my disapproval of his help.

"Ah, right, of course you did. All five foot .. one, of you."

"Listen, buddy, not all of us have to grow up and be fucking gigantic, okay?"

He laughed, "right. Some of you are done growing to perfection at your height."

Sweet Lord, did he just-. Damn boy.

I cleared my throat and took another swig, turning around in my seat to watch the people. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Really? I like Fuck You so much better." He chuckled and offered a hand. "I'm not gonna bite."

I snorted, "that's what they all say."

He smirked, squinting his eyes at me. "I'm not like the stories, you know? Just because I play douche bags doesn't mean I am one."

"What?" I literally had no idea who this guy was. I mean, he looked familiar but I could've just seen him around the city.

He laughed, "you don't know who I am?"

"Not from Adam, sorry bud." I found my foot tapping to the light rhythm of Calvin Harris.

"Well, that's refreshing, actually. I'm Sebastian ... Stan." He raised his brow, obviously expecting me to react to his full name.

"You can keep saying your name all night and I ain't gonna know who the fuck you are, buddy." Tipping my bottle up, the last few droplets plopped themselves into my mouth. Dammit.

"Okay ... this is strange." He scoffed.

"Wow, high and mighty, are we? Dude, get over yourself." I stood and started walking away.

"Hey, (Y/N), wait."

"Nope, sorry. I don't have time for proud pricks, such as yourself." I briskly walked towards the bathroom and found Cheryl dancing with a guy with holes in his ears the size of my mouth. "Cheryl, ready to leave?"

She laughed, "you wanna go? I seen you over there talking to Sebastian!"

I rolled my eyes, "yeah. That's why I wanna leave, damn cocky son of a bitch."

She snorted, "I'm sorry?"

"He's a cocky prick."

Her face flushed pink, flicking her eyes between me and the space behind me. "Here."

I turned to find Sebastian behind me, two beers in hand with a shit eating grin on his lips. "What?"

"I bought you another beer. Take the damn drink."

Cheryl giggled, "Sebastian, so nice to actually meet you."

He smirked at me and then smiled wide for her. "Thanks, lovely to meet you. Are you friend of (Y/N)'s?"

Cheryl laughed, "since childhood. She can be a bit of a bitch at first but she warms up to you."

He licked his lips and raised his brows. "Afraid I don't have time for self-righteous bitches, sorry."

I scoffed, "wow."

Cheryl chuckled nervously, "did I miss something?"

Sebastian laughed, "ask your friend. You're welcome for the beer by the way." He rolled his eyes and walked through the ocean of women eyeing him up and down.

"What the hell did you say to him?" Cheryl slapped my arm.

"Nothing that I wouldn't say to anyone else. I called him a proud prick."

"You did what?!" She nearly fainted I swear.

"Oh, don't be so shocked." I checked my watch, barely even ten. Fuuuuck, this wanna gonna be a long ass night.

"You remember watching the Captain America movies?"

"Obviously, he's my favorite."

"Well, my little bitchy friend, that young hot ass friend over there-." She pointed at him, sitting at the bar, making side glances on my direction. "He's Cap's best friend, Bucky fucking Barnes."

"Shit, no way." I said it monotone, not letting her now my inner fan girl was going crazy.

"Uh, yeah! It's a wonder you didn't fucking recognize him!"

"I mean, he doesn't even look he same! How the hell was I suppose to know?"

"Oh my god, he's coming back over!" Her face contorted into a wide grin.

"For fuck sakes." I rolled my eyes, purposely putting my back towards him.

"(Y/N). I've come to ask your friend for a dance."

Cheryl's jaw dropped, "Jesus Christ."

He squished his nose and accepted her outstretched hand. "Don't be too jealous, k?"

"Wow, it is possible. Your head actually got three times larger just now." I flipped him the bird and sat down, scanning through Instagram.

Half an hour later, he returned my friend who's head was somewhere between Cloud 9 and Sebastian's ass. "Oh, thanks for returning her. You're free to go now."

"You know, I have this theory that woman are actually overly bitchy to the men they find attractive. Is that your problem with me? You wanna fuckme all night long? Or are you just a class A bitch by nature?"

"Ah, thanks for that tidbit of useless information. Also, if I wanted to fuck you, all night long. We'd already be back at my apartment, buddy. So how about you climb off that high horse of yours and go back to the people who actually give shit about who you are." My phone chimed and I read the message.

'Stop being such a damn bitch!' It was from Cheryl.

I smirked 'stay out of it Cher.'

"You know, I went to school to study acting and I actually made a career out of it. But unfortunately for you, they don't offer anything for a bitch who only sees the tip of her nose cause she's too busy looking down at everybody else from it. Good luck with your life and I hope, I sincerely hope, you find a man who can keep up with your self-righteous, arrogant, high class bitchy attitude. But then again, if you end up alone, it wouldn't surprise me. Doesn't matter how hot you are, your personality sucks and you're a royal bitch. Thanks for the chat, but I have a movie to film." He saluted me and chuckled, kissing Cheryl on the cheek. He walked away shaking his head.

"That arrogant bastard." I scoffed, offended by his words.

"Woah, well put." I slapped Cheryl. "What? You asked for that. You are kind of a bitch most of the time."

"Whatever. I'm leaving." I grabbed her by the arm and drug her outside the club.

"Sebastian!" Cheryl yelled across the street a week later and he smiled, jogging over cautiously.

"Hey! Nice to see you again Cheryl." He hugged her and cocked a brow at me. "You, not so much."

"You're right. I was a class A bitch to you and I deserved every word you said."

He crossed his arms and spread his feet, leaning back slightly giving the arrogant stance. "Fucking right you did."

"I just said that." Making a face I started walking away. "Cheryl, I'll catch up with you later."

"Bye, (Y/N). I'll call later! Sebastian, I'd love to stay and chat but I'm gonna be late for work." She waved and ran into the small cafe on the corner.

"(Y/N)!" I stopped at my name and rolled my eyes. "Wait up."

"Something I can help you with, Stan." I tapped my foot and cocked my head to the side.

"Actually, I was hoping you would join me for dinner tomorrow night?"

"I'm sorry, what?" My jaw slackened in shock.

He laughed, "You heard me. Dinner ... tomorrow night ... at my place. I'll cook."

"Uh, no?" I shook my head and started walking away.

He caught up with me in a few short strides. "You're a real piece of work, you know that? Like, I wanna strangle you the whole time you talk."

"Ouu, kinky. But I'm pretty sure that's a death threat and in America and most of good ol' planet earth, that's illegal."

"Right, well, something about you ... fascinates me."

"I fascinate you? I'm not some fucking 5th grade science experiment."

"No, you're right, people want to be around that. You .. not so much. Except for me, for some dumb ass reason."

I chuckled, "well, thanks for the invite but I'm afraid that's a hard pass from me."

"Why?" He cocked his brow and flashed a cocky grin.

I'm sorry, fucking WHY? "Why? Well, because I don't ... like .. you? Isn't that reason enough to avoid each other?"

He scoffed, "you would think right? But apparently, I'm willing to spend a couple of hours with potently the rudest person in all of America."

"Do I get an award or something? I've been practicing my speech since I was six." I cleared my throat. "Thank you ladies and gentleman for this opportunity. Also, fuck you."

He laughed out loud, "you're a real piece of work. It's truly a wonder you even have friends. How does sweet little Cheryl get trapped with you as a best friend?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. You're grade A proof of that."

"What the hell does that mean?" He placed a hand on his hip.

"Exactly what it sounds like. Apparently, you got shot down one too many times and now you're begging for my attention."

"Begging? That's what politely asking a girl to dinner is? Is that what the kids are calling it now a days?"

"What do I have to do to get you to leave me the hell alone?"

"Uh, one; stop being such a bitch, nobody's laughing. Two; meet me at this address tomorrow night at 7." He handed me a piece of paper with an address scrawled on it.

"You know, I would but .. I don't wanna." I clenched my jaw, sucking in breath and shrugged.

"Okay, then I guess you want me to follow you around New York, harassing the shit out of you for the next, let's say, fifty years?"

"You don't get out much do you?" I scoffed and pressed the button to cross the street. I took notice to the people around us watching, staring as he followed me around the city, laughing and smirking. "I guess I'm the only person here in New York that doesn't know or wants to get to know you."

"The price of being successful is high. But it's my burden to carry."

"Right. Well, have fun with that .... I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Wait, you're willing to spend time with a peasant like me?" He touched his chest lightly and smirked.

"If that's what keeps you off my ass for the next fifty years, than hell yeah." I cocked a brow.

"Who said I wanted off your ass?" He winked and started jogging again.

I stood in front of the building, sighing and kicking myself in the ass for even agreeing to do this. "You idiot." I muttered under my breath. Ringing the buzzer, a husky voice called out to enter at my own risk. "Okay, then."

I rode the elevator up to the top and it dinged loudly as it opened to an open concept floor. The kitchen was the first thing I seen, completely open with pots covering the stove and an amazing smell filling the room. The living room was directly beside it, three large grey couches filling the area under a huge ass flat screen TV mounted on the dark maroon wall. About ten feet was a staircase that led up to a king size bed made up with a white and black duvet covering it. A door clicked from my right and I seen him come out, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and bare feet. "Wow, I'm surprised you actually showed up."

"Yeah, me too, buddy." I cleared my throat and looked around. "Nice place."

"Meh, it does the trick." So humble.

The view from this place was absolutely breath-taking; New York skylines as far as the eye could see, time square mere blocks away. "No seriously, Sebastian, this place is amazing."

He chuckled, "it helps to have place here in New York with all my projects. You hungry?"

"Depends on what you're cooking." I laughed nervously, surprised by how calm I was to be here. Keeping up my sarcastic, arrogant facade was exhausting.

"Grilled Salmon Fillets with Wasabi and Lemon Cream Sauce." He wiped his hands on the cloth hanging from the oven. "Nothing big."

"Okay Gordan Ramsey, calm down. If acting doesn't work out for you..." I sniffed the air. "Smells fantastic and I'm starved."

"Good! And it's my first time making this, so be gentle ... please." He looked up at me through his dark lashes and my stomach flopped.

Holy sweet Jesus this man is fucking attractive.

"No promises from the grade A bitch, here." I chuckled, tucking a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear.

"You look really nice tonight, by the way." He bit his lip and stared at me, his blue eyes seemed to be seeing my soul.

I hadn't really tried all that much but Cheryl was determined to make me look amazing. She picked out a loose fitting white blouse paired with a black pencil skirt with a red wedged heel. I insisted on just wearing jeans and sweater but good lord, that woman was persistent. "Thanks."

He smirked and stirred something on the stove. "Almost ready."

"You need help with anything?" I started over to him.

"You can help by sitting your pretty ass on that couch over there. Make yourself at home." He smiled wide, flashing me his brilliant white teeth.

I plopped down on the couch, dropping my bag beside me. *clink*. "Oh damn, I brought this wine ... Cheryl insisted."

"Right, well, thanks Cheryl. I don't really carry much booze here at the house. Not since .. uh." He cleared his throat. "So, what's your deal? You're not being a complete bitch tonight?"

I shrugged, "it's exhausting trying to keep up with your ego."

He giggled, "right, of course. So, you're actually like a decent human being then?"

"Meh, I try. I mean, I'm no Steve Rogers but you know, I volunteer at the occasional soup kitchen and donate old clothes to women shelters." This was true, it was something I had been doing since my mother threw me out at seventeen.

"Steve Rogers, eh? Cap fan?" He clucked his tongue.

"Uh, yeah. Not so big on that Bucky character. Jesus, he's annoying." I winked at him.

"Uh, so you do know who I am then?" He flushed a pink color avoiding my gaze.

"After Cheryl explained to me why you looked so familiar, yeah. Sorry, by the way. For not remembering, also for my behavior last week at the club." I smiled tightly and focused on my folded hands in my lap.

He chuckled, "it's okay. Uh, it was fun actually being a total smart ass to you. Keeps me young."

I snorted, "need all the help you can get, eh?"

"Smart ass." He scoffed.

"How did you know my childhood nickname?" He chuckled. "What are you now? Pushing what, 35?"

He nodded, "just turned 34 past August."

"Wow, good god, you could be my father."

He scoffed, "you're what? Pushing 12?"

I flipped him the bird, "you can blame my parents for my good genes. I turned 23 this past September."

"Oh my god, I'm robbing the damn cradle." He rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Calm down, grandpa. People only say that when they're dating."

He smirked, "what exactly do you think this is?"

"Oh for the love of God, it better not be a date!" He made a face, nodding. "Mother fucker."

He laughed, "foods done. Fucking starved. If this sucks, there's an amazing pizza place around the corner." I pulled my phone out and pretended to dial a number. "What are you doing?"

"Calling my insurance company so when I die of food poisoning here tonight, my family gets a butt ton of money."

He rolled his eyes, "you're not gonna get food poisoning, okay? The most you'll get is like ... I can't think of anything smart to say."

I laughed out loud, "your old age is catching up with you."

"Fuck you preemee." He chuckled and dished up our plates.

To be honest, the meal was delicious. Sebastian really was a half decent cook and had some good stories to tell about being on set with the Marvel crew. He was laughing as he poured us another glass of wine, "that's when I told Chris to go fuck himself. Couldn't believe he said that!"

I wiped away a stray tear and held my gut, "oh my god, I can't breath! That's too funny. Chris seems like a pretty good guy."

"Aw, man. I love Chris, he's amazing." He smiled and clinked his glass to mine.

I smiled back and bit my lip. "Sebastian, that meal was amazing."

He rolled his eyes and swatted at the air, "meh, I mean, my mom is pretty good at cooking so..." He set his glass down and leaned onto the table. "I've had a really good time with you tonight, (Y/N)."

I smiled, like genuinely smiled. "Thank you, I've had a pretty okay time too."

"Ah, thanks. Pretty okay was what I was aiming for." He started gathering up the dishes.

"No, please, let me. It's the least I can do." I took his plate from him and put mine on top, grabbing the utensils with the other hand.

So there we stood at his kitchen sink, my arms elbow deep in soapy water and him standing beside me drying. It was a pretty funny sight to be quite frank. "You'd think some high uppity up like yourself would have a dishwasher."

He snorted, "well, I don't mind doing dishes by hand. Mamma raised me right, besides gives me time to escape with my thoughts, you know? Really lets me get outside of my own head."

I knew what he meant better than anyone. I smiled as I rinsed the last dish and wiped my hands off. "Yeah, I know all too well."

He put the plate away and followed me over to the couch, grabbing our glasses of wine again. "So, are you from around here?"

I nodded, "not here exactly, but grew up pretty close."

"Oh yeah?" He spoke between sips.

"Yep. Grew up in Canada, actually."

"Shit, no way. You're a purebred Canuck then?" He chuckled, patting my thigh but leaving his hand there.

I flushed, trying to ignore the act. "Uh, y-yeah. Lived there till I was seventeen then moved here."

"Why did you move here? Like why not stay in your hometown for a bit." He raised a brow at me.

I smiled weakly, "it's kind of a long story."

His brow furrowed, "I'm sorry if I hit a nerve or something ... just trying to get to know you better."

I smiled, "nah, no. It's fine, really. Uh, just things kinda blew up back home after my seventeenth birthday with my mom and she threw me out. Said I was too big of a burden for her to carry anymore." I shrugged. "Leaving was my best option at the time, I guess."

"Shit, that sucks. I'm really sorry that happened to you. I left my own country too when I was younger." He licked his lips, nervously.

"I thought you were American?"

He shrugged, "I mean, I am. But I was born and raised in Romania till I was twelve."

"Sweet Jesus." I choked on my wine.

He chuckled, "I mean, that's where I was born but America is my home. My mom brought me here to escape the things of home and give me my best chance."

I smiled, touching his hand. His fingers grabbed mine and laced them together. My breath hitched and he smiled. "Your mom sounds sweet."

"She's amazing." His voice cracked and he nodded. "New subject."

I bit my lip and smiled. "So, Chris Evans, eh? I mean, now he's a piece of work."

"Sweet Lord, you're on a date with me and you're still thinking of Evans?"

I chuckled, "that beard, man."

He laughed, "oh I know .. the man has a nice beard."

I smiled and he looked at me. I focused on his eyes, the color of them dancing between a light blue and a sea foam green. He scanned my face and landed on my mouth. I bit the corner of my lip, out of habit but now because of nerves. He leaned close; close enough I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Can I kiss you?"

I cleared my throat, nodding. "Sure."

He scooted closer, placing a hand on my cheek, gently brushing my hair out of the way. He leaned in close but continually searched my eyes. When he was mere centimeters away, I felt out lips connect and a literal spark traveled through my body. He pulled away and smiled, shyly. He cocked a brow and I nodded, giving him permission to do it again. He smirked and placed his lips on mine again, this time his fingers running through my hair. He ran his tongue only my bottom lip and I opened them slightly, allowing him to explore my mouth with his tongue. I grabbed onto his bicep to steady myself as the kiss deepened. My other hand found the back of his head, and my fingers found themselves entangled through his thick locks. I could taste the wine on his breath, the wasabi from dinner but also a hint of mint. I pulled back, panting for breath and chuckled. "Woah."

He nodded, his cheeks turning rosy. "Sorry."

I rolled my eyes, "no, please don't apologize. That was .. thanks."

"Well, you're very welcome." He kissed my cheek and stood. "Do you want more wine?"

I sighed, "uh, no. I shouldn't. I have drive tonight." I cleared my throat. "And, I should probably get going. I have to work early tomorrow."

He nodded, shoving his fingers into his front pockets. "Of course, I've had you for the few hours I wanted."

I smirked, "it wasn't all that bad. I mean, the kiss was .. mediocre."

"Oh sweet Jesus." He ran a hand through his hair, smiling.

"I'm kidding, you're pretty good. I mean, acting since you were in your early twenties, you must've picked up some tricks on how to kiss." My stomach flopped and my knees jerked becoming suddenly weak.

His face turned a scarlet color and he eyed the ceiling before letting them land on me again. "Meh, I guess."

I stood beside him and linked our fingers together. "I had a really good time tonight."

He kissed my cheek, "I did too. I'm glad I had enough balls to put up with your bullshit."

I laughed sarcastically, "my bullshit? Jesus."

He winked and walked me to the elevator door. "We should do this again. Soon."

I shrugged, "I'll see how my schedule is. Rumor has it, there's this pretty cute actor guy roaming the streets. Sebastian .. something rather. Never heard of him."

He chuckled, "I'm sure he's nobody I should worry about. I'll call you in the morning."

"Little hard to call when you don't have my number." He laughed, shaking his head, handing me his cellphone. I typed my name and number in quickly, adding a smiley face emoji after Smart Ass.

He chuckled, "suites you perfectly."

I shrugged, "childhood nicknames, you know? They just stick."

He kissed my lips again, "goodnight smart ass."

"Goodnight, Sargent Barnes."

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