Helpless pt.2
Summary: Your actress sister was always the helpless one(like seriously, everything needed to be scheduled) that’s why she begged you to be her assistant for Infinity War. You were always calm, cool, and collected, until a cast and crew party when you came face to face with Sebastian Stan, you suddenly became…helpless.
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A/N: You guys are too much, your feedback means the world to me and inspires me so much. If you would like to be tagged in part 3 please let me know:) Tags at the bottom. If you didn't know, now you know that this is inspired by Helpless from Hamilton (You probably knew that...but I’m just rambling now..)
Part 1
MASTERLIST
One week later you were pacing in your living room, staring bullets into the napkin that was resting on the coffee table. You nervously started to bite your thumbnail, a habit you were trying to break, realizing what you were doing you tucked it under your arm. “What’s the emergency?” Angelica asks as she swiftly enters the room. You look up at her and point to the coffee table, She raises a polished eyebrow and walks over to the table. You look away in anticipation of her reaction, waiting a few moments Angelica lets out a dramatic gasp.
“Sebastian left you his number!” Your sister yelled excitedly, waving the napkin in the air.
“Should I respond?” you ask, rubbing your sweaty palms on your sweatpants.
Angelica rolls her eyes and walks up to you, shoving the now crumpled napkin into your palm “He gave it to you for a Reason, Sis. It’s been what? A week?” she questioned, earning a nod from you in return.
“Ok, ok, fine,” you sigh and take your phone out of your pocket. You hesitate and hover your thumb over the keypad, does he really want to talk to me. What if it was a joke? He’s famous…and beautiful, really beautiful.
‘Hey, its Y/N…Angelica’s sister’
‘Hey! I was starting to wonder if you ever picked up the napkin!’
“Angelica,” you sang, trying to keep yourself from bouncing. You ran over to the couch and showed her the message. “He answered!”
“No shit! he did? Text him again.”
‘I did, sorry I thought the rule was 3 days lol’
‘hah. you’re funny. But really I’m glad you answered.’ You completely swooned, the breath of your relieved exhale tickled your nose, causing you to smile. Angelica looked up at you text back and forth at you, happy for you and now knowing it was time to take her leave.
“It’s been real, Y/N,” she laughs “have fun with Sebastian. Give me all the details.” You just give her an “uh-huh” not moving your head to look up at her, obviously preoccupied with your conversation. Angelica gave you a kind smile and left you alone.
Your conversation took over your whole day, you sat around and texted him, they were simple but you got to know him…the real him. Not just the actor on the screen or the photos that people take of him, he was kind and smart, and witty. You smiled dumbly at yourself and pressed the top of your phone to your nose, his texts were getting more flattering as the hours went on, and you complied!
‘You looked beautiful that night’
‘is that why you came back to the bar’
‘yeahh I really wanted to talk to you again. You were precious sitting there bored Doll : )’
You squealed and replied ‘I’m happy you came back, plus the drinks were good’
‘hmm, so maybe we should drink again?’
‘Are you asking me out, Sebastian?’
‘Yes…yes I am. Maybe your place? the cameras are all over the city’
‘ahh the life of a celebrity. Saturday? Will you be free?’
‘for you? Always’
You left it at that, by the time the texts ended it was 3am. You placed your phone on the side of your bed and laid there speechless. Was your house nice enough? It was fine… he’s a normal guy. Does he like the expensive stuff? God Y/N, stop being so helpless. You grumped to yourself and got ready for a sleepless night.
You spent the next three days pondering and wondering about today, Sebastian both raised and lowered your anxiety about it single-handedly. Even Angelica had a hard time getting your thoughts together, she tried, and you were thankful to her. You were now standing in front of your mirror, Sebastian would be here any moment. You chose a black sweater with floral printed sleeves and simple black leggings, tugging on the material you were trying to decide if you were trying too hard. You shake your head and move your wavy Y/C/H out of your face.
The sudden ring of your doorbell made your blood run cold, you felt silly for the nerves you were feeling. You shook it off and quickly walked to the door, taking a deep breath and opened the door. Sebastian stood there was a kind smile on his bearded face. You liked this look, white shirt, jeans and a red bomber…it suited him “Hi,” you greeted, smiling brightly.
“Hey, I brought everything, and I got those old movies you were telling me about,” he said, holding up the white plastic bag. You giggled and invited him inside, gently shutting the door behind you.
You two got set up with the Maltese Falcon playing and drinks in hand. You casually discussed the movie and made a few jokes, the helpless feeling was suddenly started to subside as you felt yourself become comfortable around him. He was easy to talk to and even the silence was peaceful and not awkward in the slightest.
Sebastian got a little bolder as the alcohol hit his system, he took your hand and pulled you closer, wanting to wrap you in his arms. Your heartbeat quickened, and you agreed, laying your head on his firm chest… it was nicer than you imagined. He leaned forward and grabbed another beer, you needed the liquid courage.
He started to play with your hair as you watched the movie, his gentle fingers tapping and stoking your clothed shoulder. It was the most comfortable you’ve ever felt, he was the perfect cuddler and he smelled nice.
“Another?” he asks.
“Huh?” you shake your head in confusion.
“The movies over,” he laughs. You begin to laugh and rub your forehead.
“Sorry I forgot, yes let’s watch another…”
Another turned into three and the empty bottles doubled, you quickly learned he was amazing at handling his alcohol. You, on the other hand, were starting to get sleepy, you were the sleepy drunk. “Seb,” you yawn.
“Tired?” you nod your head against his chest. Your tired eyes look up and meet his blue ones, he was the most perfect man you had ever seen and gotten the chance to know. You sat up and looked at him “I feel,” you start, trying to come up with the words to say. He places his hand over yours that was holding you up, his thumb rubbing the soft skin. He stares at you for a moment before breaking eye contact to look at your hands. The air was still and silent with only talking of the television could be heard.
“Helpless?” he questions, his voice was low and full of nervousness. Your eyes widen slightly, was he feeling the same way you were?
“Yes,” you whisper, he leans into your and your noses brush ever so slightly. He places his hand on our cheek and places his lips on yours.
“I promise I will never make you feel helpless,” he tells you as he pulls away. You hum and rest your head on his, the butterflies starting to go away.
“Will you stay the night?” you ask him, forehead not leaving his.
“I think I drank too much to go home,” he jokes. He moves and leans back into the couch “Let’s stay here, your couch is amazing,” he moans, sinking lower.
You stand up with a slight wobble in your step and you go into your bedroom to fetch the blanket. You come out with a thick rose gold colored blanket and drape it over you as you lay against him. He pulls the blanket around him and let his eyes droop closed. You lay lower and place your head in his lap this was something you could get used to. Wait until Angelica hears about this! You let out a quiet squeal and let your eyes flutter shut, quickly drifting off.
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