Summary: Sequel to “Think You Can Handle It?” - Reader is in a long-distance relationship, and is traveling for the holidays to see her man.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Words: 1789
Warnings: Fluffy domestic life. Language.
A/N: Sorry about the delay. Life happens. And I’m exhausted, but I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing a little bit every day. It’s a little shorter than the norm, but hoping to pick the pace up a bit.
“Hey sleepyhead, did you have a good nap?” Sebastian ruffled your hair in an attempt to wake you up.
As soon as you hit the pillows, and curled up with Seb’s body pillow that faintly smelled like him, you were out. You remembered dreaming, something about helping Mama J set up the new bistro, but you couldn’t place where it was. It wasn’t Y/town. There was much hustle and bustle going on outside, and you remember leaving, walking to a train station. Apparently your brain felt that Mama J should move to New York City. In reality, she’d probably do well there in the right neighborhood… but Mama J called Y/town home. She’d never leave.
You grumbled, still half-asleep after Sebastian’s attempt to rouse you from your slumber. After that workout, the emotional lunch, and well, eating lunch, you were lulled into more of an afternoon coma. Squinting, you stared at Seb, as he just giggled at you.
“What… what time is it? I feel more like ‘what century is it?’”
With a grin, he climbed into bed behind you, spooning you close. Somehow you wriggled around, and faced him, burying your face into his neck. Mental clarity was returning to your foggy brain.
“How was your meeting?”
“Good. I mean, really good. Things are all happening for I, Tonya, getting that all planned out. Last Full Measure is coming up quick too… and then it is off to Winter Soldiersville.” Sebastian continued, getting excited about all of his upcoming projects.
Keeping a brave face, you listened intently and asked questions, but inside it still stung. You were sure he’d feel the same if you started talking about all of your plans once you got back home, how you were going to help out Mama J, how things were going to be so busy but you were excited. You were getting lost in your own thoughts until you were saved by the alarm on Seb’s phone going off, coupled by your growling stomach.
The two of you hopped out of bed, and dinner was the new subject to talk about. Sebastian apparently did some grocery shopping and got some protein that wasn’t in the form of a chicken breast. Pan searing up some salmon, you asked him to hop on the sofa while you took care of dinner. As he was sitting in the overstuffed chair, the familiar Skype phone notification started playing.
“Holy shit! Chocolaccino! What’s up man?”
“Sexy Seabasssss! We haven’t talked in like weeks, seeing what was up! How’ve you been?”
You poked your head out of the kitchen as you swore you heard Anthony Mackie’s voice coming from the living room.
“Good, man, celebrating the holidays, working out, you know how it goes. How are Sheletta and the family? Tell them I say hello! How have the holidays been treating you?”
You heard the two men chatting back and forth, talking about holidays and you were suddenly brought up, considering you’d been there for over a week.
“Oh yeah Seabass, yer girl is there! How’s that going, eh?”
If eyebrows made a noise while wiggling up and down over the phone, you were pretty sure Mackie’s were screaming with how obvious it was. You were pretty sure you could hear Seb’s face turning red too. You heard his shy chuckle, and saw him looking down and away from the screen, then looking at you and smiling big.
“You know she’s in the kitchen, you want to say hi?” Sebastian got up from the chair, bringing the phone with him. “Baby girl, Anthony wants to say hey!”
“I, uh, oh, um hi Anthony, it is nice to meet you,” fell from your mouth as you weren’t quite prepared for that introduction as the phone was shoved in your face as you were cooking some pilaf.
“So this is the one that has taken Sexy Seabass off the market, huh? It is good to finally get to meet you. I’d always wondered what it would take to tame that wild man, good to see him so happy. Well it looks like you’re cooking, so I’ll let you get back to it. I hope we can all meet up sometime though and go out!”
“That sounds great. We’ll have to coordinate schedules sometime. Hope you have a great New Year!”
Seb pulled the phone back and kissed your cheek before heading back to the living room. You felt a little bewildered as to what just happened, but you’re pretty sure a double date with trouble was just set up with Chocolaccino and Vanilla Ice, as they often referred to each other. The men chatted for about another half hour, until you gestured from the doorway that dinner was ready. Sebastian closed out the call, and headed to the table as you put a plate in front of his chair. Starting to gobble down the food, Seb’s eyes closed and he hummed softly.
“Damn babe, I need you to cook for me all the time. This is WAY better than my standard chicken and veggies.”
You smiled and laughed.
“You mentioned that you liked having someone to cook for, to take care of… I feel the same way. Except that you’ll find that I tend to equate expressing love with food, so… yeah. Might need to talk to Don about what you can and can’t eat, or else I will fatten you up if given the chance.”
Sebastian continued to shovel food into his mouth, eating it all up and almost going for seconds until you gave him the eye, telling him there was still a bit of leftover pie. As dinner concluded, the two of you did the dishes together, dancing to some music playing from Sebastian’s phone, bumping hips and the occasional break out of singing along. After putting the last dish away, you tossed the dish-drying towel on the counter, and leaned back.
“Hey Sebby?”
He looked over at you as he closed the cabinet door. “Yeah baby girl?”
“Love you.”
“And I… I love you. You make my place feel like home. I need that feeling sometimes. I don’t know what it is going to be like once filming everything goes full-speed ahead.” He slowly walked over to you, your hips pinned between his and the countertop. “But I don’t want to focus on that right now. I want to focus on the fact I’m not quite tired, and you, well, you slept all afternoon…”
You smirked. “Really babe? Going there?”
“You betcha. How about literally some Netflix and chill tonight? You go out to the living room and queue something up… and I’ll get some pie.”
A quick chaste kiss was shared before you were uncaged, and headed to the living room. Clicking on the television and bringing up the steaming service, you pulled up Stranger Things, and noticed something a little odd. While the two of you had been watching it together previously, it was now wanting to resume two episodes ahead of where you left off.
That ass went ahead and watched ahead without you!
“SEBASTIAN. STAN. HOW DARE YOU, you damn CHEATER!” Your voice rang out shrilly from the living room, leaving the only remaining noise the clattering of a plate on the counter and silverware crashing to the floor.
Sebastian came running from the kitchen, trying to figure out what you were accusing him of, his heart belonged to you and only you.
“YOU WATCHED TWO EPISODES AHEAD WITHOUT ME! I cannot BELIEVE you!” You started laughing, especially with the deer-in-headlights look and his chest rising and falling quickly in panic.
“Fuck, baby girl, you can kill a man with a heart attack accusing him like that. But baby, I’m so sorry… I couldn’t sleep the night before you got here, and so I restarted it from the beginning, and intended to stop… but I fell asleep on the sofa and it didn’t ask if I were still watching until after I was passed out. It apparently went on through two more episodes. I swear though, I don’t know what happened.” He gave you a puppy dog look. “Forgive me?”
You couldn’t not forgive him with that look. He had it down pat.
“Fine babe. But hurry up, I want pie.”
“Baby girl? Forgive me.”
“I already did.”
“No, I need you to say it.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re probably going to have to forgive me again, I might have eaten the second to the last slice of pie while you were napping. There is only one left. We can share it though?”
“Damn it Sebastian, you’re lucky you’re so damn handsome. I can’t be mad when you’re still making that face. Geez, stop! I forgive you already, IF you let me have the first bite.”
He nodded, heading back to the kitchen, grabbing the small sliver of pie on a plate. Cutting off the corner, he sat on the floor in front of you, offering the first bite as a peace offering.
“My queen… if it pleases you.”
You nodded, gesturing for him to give you the fork, or at least put it in your mouth.
“OPEN THE AIRPLANE HANGER, HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE!”
Seb flailed the fork around before it came in for a landing in your mouth. You barely were able to chew and swallow between the laughs. In retaliation, you took a glob of the filling from the plate on your finger and smeared it all over his lips and face.
“Oh that is it, this is war, baby girl!” Seb tossed the plate on the floor and hopped on the sofa, pinning you down. You pulled him in close for a kiss, effectively smearing the fruit all over both of your faces. Looking down at you between smooches, Sebastian finally stopped and busted out laughing.
“Um…” He gestured at your cheek and chin.
“You’re one to talk,” you waved a circle around the entire bottom half of his face. “You got a little something there… Here, let me get that.”
Grabbing a tissue from the box on the end table next to you, you leaned in to wipe it off, and changed the plan, licking a wide wet stripe on his cheek. His eyes went wide.
“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” Sebastian questioned. “I’m going to get you back. You won’t know when, you won’t know how, but oh, I will get you, lover.”
The words sent a shiver down your spine. He just smirked, sitting up to wipe off his now sticky AND wet cheek. The two of you silently called a truce, although you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. What did he have planned? And when?
Summary: Sequel to “Think You Can Handle It?” - Reader is in a long-distance relationship, and is traveling for the holidays to see her man.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Words: 3994
Warnings: Fluff. Little bit of language. Insinuation that general sexy naughtiness is going on. But it is very PG. Feelings of not being worthy.
A/N: Ugh this is dragging, I’m sorry. But we’re meeting some more new people in this installment, and there is a big announcement at the end. Tags at the bottom, if you want in, let me know!
“Seb! Glad to see you made it this morning! I wasn’t sure if you would or not. And who is this?”
You smiled, and felt pretty awkward actually, as Sebastian introduced you to Don, his trainer. Not exactly prepared for your excursion to the gym, you had picked up some super basic workout clothes on the way in, making sure they were baggy enough to hide all those things you supposed you were going to get told to work on.
Shaking Don’s hand, he gave off a very likeable vibe. Don gave you a tour of the facility, and you recognized portions of it from videos that were posted on Instagram/Facebook. You even recognized a few of the regulars. The nerves and awkwardness soon melted away, as everyone was super nice. You understood why Sebastian liked the guy - he wasn’t a drill sergeant. Sure, he was demanding of his clients, but he was always so positive and genuine. He didn’t just tell them all what to do, he was right in there with them, lifting weights, doing yoga, spin class, etc.
After the group gathered, it was time to get warmed up. Finding out it was a weight-lifting day, you became apprehensive. Sensing something was amiss, Don automatically started calling out exercises for everyone to do, and grabbed some lighter weights and modified the workouts for you. Being brand new, obviously he didn’t want to over-work you, or scare you off completely. It was a little awkward, feeling like you were drawing attention away, but you were glad to see that the others took on leadership roles in their groups, cheering everyone on, pushing their limits. If there was an exercise that just wasn’t working out, Don tailored it to fit your abilities better.
Eventually you were brought back into the group as some machine work was being done, and even though you weren’t doing massive amounts of weight comparatively, you felt good about yourself. You felt like you belonged when you heard a huge compliment come out of Don’s mouth as you were doing leg curls.
“Seb! Your girl here is a BEAST! You better watch yourself buddy, she’s going to be doing more weight than you!”
Everyone chuckled, and Sebastian was beaming with pride at you. He knew how apprehensive you were even about coming in, but was so glad you joined in. You were happy you joined in, not that you were getting to ogle your man, but you were getting to do an activity together, something he enjoyed. Although the view certainly didn’t hurt.
As you started getting more into it, time passed quickly, and the workout was over. You thanked Don for helping you out. He said he expected to see you a few more times before you left. Nodding, you said you’d be ready for it. The next day was going to be yoga and spin, and that was a comforting thought.
Both you and Seb headed for the locker rooms, and he said he’d meet you out in a bit. Sharing a sweaty, so obviously quick kiss, you went your separate ways. You were definitely looking forward to a shower after that workout. Getting your stuff from one of the lockers, you found your way to the showers, and rather enjoyed the warm water for a bit before getting cleaned up and presentable to head back out again. Putting on your pants, the realization of being super sore tomorrow was hitting hard. You had to remind yourself it was worth it though.
Grabbing your phone, you noticed a Seb texted you while getting cleaned up. Opening it, you realized it was a selfie of him shirtless in the mirror. You were most certainly saving that photo. Sweatpants hanging a little low, showing off the band on his Calvins. This was the first time he sent such a photo. You were busy admiring the view when your phone buzzed again.
“See something you like? :p You’re taking an awfully long time to get back out here babe.”
“Can’t respond. Drool drowning phone. Be out soon.”
Quickly fixing your hair, you grabbed your bag and headed for the door. Sebastian was just down the hallway, smirking at you as you turned the corner. As you approached, you cocked an eyebrow as the smirk twisted into a playfully evil grin on his face.
“I see those gears turning, Seb. What is going on in that head of yours? Atop those muscular shoulders, which those arms are attached to…” Your fingers trailed down his chest.
Wicked wouldn’t even scratch the surface of the look Sebastian was giving you. Grabbing your arm, Sebastian pulled you down the stairs and out a back door of the building. Ducking into a doorway, he pulled you into his body, arms wrapping around you. A feeling of warmth and security washed over you, but there was a sense of urgency as his lips mashed into yours. Your fingers snaked around behind his neck and into the hair hiding under his ball cap. After a few moments, you had to break the kiss to catch your breath.
“And what was THAT for?” You giggled as his hands settled on your lower back, lips grazing the crook of your neck. Your cheek fell against the scruff of his, eliciting a soft, incoherent mumble pressed into your skin. Not giving up, you had to playfully swat Sebastian away from that spot that was inevitably going to leave you in a puddle on the concrete if he kept it up.
Finally giving up the battle, your neck was safe as Sebastian stood upright, putting a few inches between his lips and your skin.
“I want to make all sorts of memories today. Ones that I can look back on when I pass by certain locations, and smile, maybe blush, maybe laugh. You ready for this?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice. Where are we going?”
“It’s all a surprise,” Sebastian said as his hand slid up and down your arm, firmly grasping your fingers, “I think you’ll enjoy it though, hurry, I think we can catch the next bus pretty quick!”
Jogging through traffic, you indeed caught the bus heading north on Washington Avenue. After a number of stops, the two of you hopped off, and walked a couple blocks, finding yourself in front of the Guggenheim. You couldn’t contain your smile, it was one of the places you’d hope to get a chance to see. Before you entered the museum, you posed for a quick selfie, one with you having a shocked look on your face, whipping around to stare down Sebastian with a shit-eating grin.
“And this will be the memory of the time I grabbed your ass in front of the Guggenheim. And… uploaded to Instagram!”
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“You love it, don’t deny it.” Sebastian sloppily kissed your cheek in another selfie. You rolled your eyes and squeezed his hand as you walked inside the museum.
After spending a couple hours wandering around, it occurred to your stomachs that it was time to get some food. Sebastian lead you by a few restaurants, but stopped inside one specializing in German and Austrian cuisines. You were given a quiet booth toward the back. After looking at the menu, made your selections, and chatted until your lunch arrived.
Expecting a little more flavor to his dish, Sebastian grabbed the pepper and loaded up his plate, much to his nose’s dismay. The next thing you knew, his head flew backward with an inhale, and a sneeze came flying out, his leg bumping the table, causing his plate to jump up and jostle around.
“Are you okay?” You tried to stifle the giggle threatening to get past your lips.
Looking a little sheepish, he smiled and laughed.
“And Cafe Sabarsky is where you sneezed in your schnitzel! That will be another good memory to chuckle at.”
The laughter continued for a few moments, followed with a deep gaze into each others’ eyes.
“Baby girl, I’m so glad you’re here. Things feel right with you here. Too bad we both have to ship out here in a few. But for now, so glad you’re here.” Sebastian tapped your foot with his own. You smiled, nodding in agreement, before Sebastian’s rumbling stomach ruined the mood. Sebastian forced you to save room for dessert though, ordering a slice of the chocolate hazelnut mousse cake to share. You suddenly became that couple, feeding each other bites of the decedent cake, not caring about the world around you.
Continuing a cultural day, a short walk found the two of you at the Museum of Modern Art. You pretended to be art critics, coming up with absolutely ridiculous stories as to what each piece was about, and what the artist was feeling when it was created. People stopped and stared as your laughter got a bit boisterous at times, taking photos of each other in random poses with the art. A few ended up on Instagram as well documenting the hilarity of your visit.
The museum announced it was closing, and Sebastian’s eyes lit up.
“I have one more place we need to go on this adventure,” he mumbled as he looked up something on his phone, “C’mon, we need some sunlight to pull this off!”
Leading you out the door, you walked a few minutes to Times Square. Still looking at his phone, he turned around, looking for something, but you weren’t sure what. Finally he had an ah-HA! moment, and brought you close.
“Okay, you stand here, and… excuse me, miss?” Sebastian tapped the shoulder of a woman walking with some friends. “Could you—”
“OH MY GOD YOU ARE SEBASTIAN STAN! And you tapped MY shoulder OH MY GOD!”
“Miss, I was just—”
“AHHHH!!! GUYS LOOK WHO IT IS!” The woman nearly shrieked. “It is Carter from Gossip Girl!!! OH MY GOD!”
“Yeah, I—”
“I’m sorry, but you’re you! Okay breathe, breathe. Um, hi. You tapped me on the shoulder?”
“I was just wondering if you’d snap a quick photo of us?” He handed her his phone.
“Sure, oh, yeah OH MY GOSH! I am shaking!”
“Maybe you should hand your camera to your friend next to you.”
Doing as she was told, the friend got ready to take a photo. Sebastian grabbed you around the waist, and dipped you backward, giving you a huge kiss. Not prepared for it, it left you dizzy as you came back upright after a few clicks of the camera phone went off.
“Perfect. Oh geez, my friend is hyperventilating… I’m so sorry.”
Sebastian laughed and pulled her in for a tight hug, posing for a selfie, all while you got your bearings back, snapping photos of the group with Seb. They finally dispersed and you were on your way back to the train station.
It was a quiet ride on the train, as you dozed against Sebastian's shoulder. He was doing something on his phone, but you couldn’t quite see it. Your phone buzzed with a notification from Instagram. Opening it, you noticed you were tagged in one of Seb’s photos.
It hit you. You were in the spot the Kissing on V-J Day photograph was taken. And of course the comments started flooding in, about the (Winter) Soldier kissing the girl. It was a cute photo, you were going to need to get it to make a copy of it. That would probably be the one that you’d want on your nightstand. Or phone background. Or both.
The rest of the trip on the train went quick, holding hands and just smiling at each other. It was a comfortable silence, the kind where no one feels like they need to say anything, just be happy with each other’s company. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, you snuggled in for a few moments before the train came to your stop. Walking the rest of the way, every few feet, Sebastian would stop to kiss you, on your cheek, your hand, your lips, forehead, anywhere he could get, and mention “this is where I kissed your ________.”
His phone buzzed as you approached his building.
“Perfect timing. Gotta get back on that chicken and veggies routine.”
You rolled your eyes, but smiled in support, saying you’d have a little too. Inside the building, the elevator doors closed around you, and Sebastian kissed you deeply, the entire ride up, just like he said he would the first day. Giggling as you stepped out, he had you hop on his back for a piggyback ride to the door, threatening to drop you to get his keys out. Instead, you just clung tighter, kissing his shoulder as you wrapped your arms and legs around his torso. He dropped you off on the sofa before heading to the kitchen to make dinner.
As you heard the clatter of cooking noises from the kitchen, your phone blooped that you had an incoming Skype call from Mama J. Bringing your phone to the kitchen, you gave the view of Sebastian cooking dinner for the two of you, albeit a simple chicken breast and steamed veggies, but Mama J was impressed.
“Child, you keep that man. Good men are hard to find. Good men who cook are even more rare.”
The three of you chatted as he cooked and the two of you ate, talking about the holidays and upcoming plans. You had excused yourself to use the restroom, but left the conversation between the two of them going. As you returned, Sebastian hushed Mama J.
“Shh! She’s coming back! We gotta stop talking about her!”
Mama J cackled on the screen, before admitting she needed to get back to work.
“I miss you both, come home soon! I have plenty of tomato soup and grilled cheese waiting!”
“Bye Mama J, see you soon.” You both waved before ending the call.
“So what were you two talking about before I came back? All good things about me, right?”
“Riiight. I was telling her about how absolutely ill-behaved you were at the MoMA today.” He laughed.
“You were the one that started it, Mr. Stan…”
“I beg to differ, Regina mea…”
It took a few moments for that to click. Regina mea… my queen. Grabbing your phone, you tapped a few keys.
“Oh is that so? You’re the one sending me shirtless selfies in the locker room.” You paused to look at the phone’s screen. “Regele meu… I hope I pronounced that right.”
“Your king, am I? I like the sound of that. Maybe the king needs to show his queen his adoration…” Sebastian grabbed the dishes from the table, and told you go to wait for him on the sofa as he cleaned up. Curling up with a blanket on the sofa, the sound of Sebastian singing while he did the dishes, popping his head out of the kitchen to sing a few lines directly to you of You Are So Beautiful, by Joe Cocker, directly looking into your eyes. Before he finished the song, he made his way to the sofa, holding your foreheads together, barely whispering the words before he kissed the tip of your nose.
“Bed time?” whispered from your lips.
“Sure thing baby girl, we’ve got a date with the gym again in the morning, and I’m exhausted already.”
He gently picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. It was unspoken that despite wanting more, the both of you were drained from the day’s events, and fell asleep, bodies tangled.
That damn alarm. Why does my body ache? Do we really need to go to the gym? Ugh, I gotta go pee, but Sebastian is nice and warm.
These were all thoughts running through your head as the 5:30AM alarm went off on Seb’s phone. Grabbing your own, Y/F/N texted you something she saw come up on Tumblr. Someone did a recreation of yesterday’s Times Square photo using Bucky Barnes kissing a stylized version of you in a nurse’s uniform. You had to admit it was cute.
Seb groaned as he untwisted his limbs from yours to head to the kitchen to get things going. Haphazardly pulling your hair back, you got dressed to head to the gym again. At least it was going to be a good stretching day with some cardio and finishing it off with yoga.
Once at the gym, you filled up a water bottle before joining the group for a spin class. You weren’t quite prepared for it, but you were flanked by Sebastian and Don, who were both pushing you on, powering through the nearly 45 minute class. You may not have made it as far as they did, but you were proud of yourself for getting to the point you did without giving up. You wiped down your face before you headed over to the next room for some cool-down yoga.
Sebastian rolled out your mat before you. “Regina mea…” You bowed, giggling.
“Where are you working out at, Regele meu?”
“Right behind you. Best view in the room!”
“Really, babe? REALLY?”
“You know it.” He winked at you as class began.
It wasn’t an easy class, but it was challenging and definitely was a good way to cool down after spin. Some of the positions, you could feel Seb’s eyes on your backside, or you’d catch him getting slightly out of position to watch you leaning over, you looking behind you catching his eyes with your own.
Sebastian obviously wasn’t completely focused on the class, and Don called him out on it. He apologized and tried to keep his composure, but the sight in front of him sometimes was just too much for him.
Never in a million years did he expect to meet a girl like you. To him, you were his world, you really were his queen, his regină. You made his heart skip a beat when you’d smile. His heart pounded when you’d touch him. It would calm when you curled up close to him. And suddenly, it was hurting at the thought that you’d be leaving in a few days to go back home, to your life, and he’d be going off to Atlanta to start filming a few things before the big push with Infinity War. His thoughts wandered as he attempted to pay attention to the class. All he knew was that no matter what, he wanted to make things work, because you were the missing piece to the puzzle that is Sebastian Stan.
When class ended, Seb apologized to Don again as they walked to the locker room chatting about plans for the rest of the year. You headed off toward your own, ready for a cool shower to wash away the efforts you put forth. After a relaxing shower, your phone blinked a missed message from Seb.
“Baby girl, I just got a call from my manager. I’m being called in this afternoon to work on a few things before the end of the year. Tell me that you’re not upset, I didn’t plan on this happening today.”
You quickly texted back “It’s okay, I figured you were going to have to work at some points… I’ve got plenty I can do, or I can still just chill at the apartment, right? I’m hurrying, we can talk in a few.”
Drying off quickly, you got dressed and threw your hair up under the NEW YORK cap you bought earlier in the trip. Sebastian was waiting in the hallway again, looking like he was a kicked puppy.
“I’m so sorry babe, really. Did you have plans for us today? I hope I didn’t ruin anything.. Ugh this.. This is stressing me out. I feel like I’m failing as your boyfriend.”
His words, and the fact his eyes were tearing up, nearly killed you. Taking his face in your hands, you tried soothing his frazzled nerves. He leaned into the touch of your palms resting on his cheeks, closing his eyes. You tilted his head toward yours as he opened his eyes again.
“Babe, I didn’t expect you to have to babysit me this whole time. Something I learned early on with us is that you’re a gift to the world that I have to learn to share. And I’m fine with it. That gives me time too, to still be me. As much as I would want to be with you 24/7, I know that isn’t fair because we still have things going on in our separate lives to tend to. I know you have to work to do, you have so much coming up, and I am so proud of you with what all you’ve accomplished. And what you’re going to accomplish. Just know this, if I didn’t think I could handle it, or that you couldn’t candle it, I wouldn’t still be here. And you’re still here. We’ve got this babe, we’ve got this.”
A tear fell from his eyes as he started to smile again. Using your thumb, you quickly whisked it away. Leaning toward you, he bumped his forehead into yours, taking your hands in his still against his skin. You could see the gears turning in his head, as he suddenly whispered in Romanian.
“Nu te merit, dar am noroc că te am. Ești atât de tare. Esti stanca mea. Tu esti regina mea. Te iubesc.”
Another tear fell from his eye, and you could feel him shaking under your fingertips. Suddenly tears started to fall from your own eyes.
“I don’t know the majority of what you just said, but I recognize a few of those words,” you whispered back, “and I love you too, Sebastian.”
He didn’t even hide it. His body shook as tears continued to fall, but they were happy tears. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in tight. The position was held for a few moments before he pulled away to wipe his face on the collar of his shirt, demeanor completely changed. His eyes sparkled, and his grin could not be contained.
“I love you, Y/N. I can’t say it enough. I love you. I love YOU. I LOVE you. I hope you don’t get tired of me saying it. Because I’m going to say it all the time. I (kiss on the forehead) love (kiss on the nose) you (long kiss on the lips).”
You giggled. “I’m not going to get tired of hearing it. And you’re going to hear it, too, so be prepared.”
Sebastian grabbed your hand, and turned toward the door. His confident swagger came back, as he strutted onto the street with his beautiful love on his arm. The ride back home was spent with him nuzzling his nose to your ear and neck, murmuring words of adoration into your skin. You squeezed his hand with every one, smiling as bright as the sun. Sebastian grabbed his phone from his pocket, and snapped a quick photo, perfectly capturing you mid-giggle. He slid his phone back in his pocket upon arriving home, and kissed you passionately on the elevator ride up. You opened the door to the apartment, and plopped down in a kitchen chair as he made a quick lunch for the two of you. The dazed, happy look never left your face. You weren’t expecting to hear those words for a while, but here they were, and you were more than happy to say them back.
Realizing he was running a bit late, you offered to finish up the dishes so he could get to his meeting. With a quick kiss, a smack on your behind, and a whisper of “Iubirea mea,” (my love), Sebastian was out the door.
And you had the afternoon to yourself. With the physical and emotional releases of the morning, you curled up in Sebastian’s bed and took a well deserved nap.
*** Nu te merit, dar am noroc că te am. Ești atât de tare. Esti stanca mea. Tu esti regina mea. Te iubesc. translates, according to Google, to “I do not deserve you, but I'm lucky to have you. You're so strong. You are my rock. You are my queen. I love you.“
Summary: Sequel to “Think You Can Handle It?” - Reader is in a long-distance relationship, and is traveling for the holidays to see her man.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Words: 4090 (I got a bit wordy here, sorry folks!)
Warnings: Fluff. Little bit of language. Insinuation that general sexy naughtiness is going on. But it is very PG.
A/N: So it is March 13, and here i am posting about Christmas. Better late than never, right? Tags are still open, hit me up if you want in on it! Tags are hiding at the bottom. Also posting without much editing. I’m sure i’ll catch some weirdness and get it fixed asap, I just wanted to get this posted!
“Did I butcher that? I’m really sorry if I did!” You sadly looked down, worrying you offended Sebastian and his mother.
Sebastian’s eyes were wide, mouth still open, but pulled you in tightly for a hug.
“Baby girl, when… when did you learn that?” The surprise was evident still in his voice. “That was perfect!”
His mother leaned over, grabbing your cheeks and kissing your forehead, rattling off something quickly in Romanian. That is when your eyes went wide.
“Oh no, I haven’t learned much, but I at least wanted to learn how to say ‘Merry Christmas’ to you all… I’m afraid I have NO idea what you just said.” You nervously chuckled.
“She said that you made her day, and that she loves you already. And to get inside!” Sebastian grabbed the bags of packages as his mother hugged you again.
“For you dear, we’ll speak English. But it warms my heart that you’re learning Romanian. Ask Sebastian for lessons! I’m sure he’d love to help you out.” She beamed with pride about her son, who blushed at her words. You smiled and nodded, grabbing a bag from Sebastian’s arms to help out a bit. “Now, you two, Y/N, you’re in Sebastian’s old room, and you Sebastian, you are in the guest room. There will be no funny business while you’re under my roof.”
The both of you blushed, but you spoke up.
“Your house, your rules, Mrs. Stan. I have no issue with that.”
“Y/N, you’re not the one I’m worried about… it is easy to see my son is the troublemaker!”
Sebastian feigned hurt feelings, and started to laugh. “Mom, I would never do such a thing. Also why is Y/N in my old room?”
“Because she needs to see all the embarrassing things of yours I’ve got stored in there, of course!” Mrs. Stan winked at you, giving a cheeky grin. You knew exactly where Sebastian got it from. Sebastian groaned, covering his eyes in embarrassment.
Sebastian led you into the living room, preparing to unload the neatly wrapped presents under the small tree in the corner, covered in antique ornaments. After unloading the packages, he tore you away to head upstairs to drop off your bags and to see where you’d be staying the night. Running up the stairs, you rushed to catch up.
He dropped off his bag first in the guest room, pulling you in to kiss him. You pushed him away playfully, and gave him a stern finger to the chest.
“I am not going to get in trouble with your mom, mister. You ARE a troublemaker!”
“So when did you start taking Romanian lessons? And why didn’t you tell me?”
“It was kind of a last minute thing really. Downloaded an app on my phone before my flight, and just looked up a few key things to start with. But I wanted to surprise you.”
“You did good, baby girl. And I’d love to teach you more if you’d like?”
“I’d like that Seb. Now. I need to see this room of yours… across the hall, right?” You sped out of the room, giggling, to find whatever personal and awkward things might be hiding behind the door. Opening it, you set your bag on the bed, and stared in wonderment at all the photos and certificates, framed theater programs and other nicknacks that adorned the room. Sure, there were awkward childhood photos, as Seb had the most adorable chubby chipmunk cheeks, but there were photos of him with family and friends, performing on stage. Your fingers touched the edges of photo frames as you studied the contents, asking when and where certain photos were taken. He gladly shared stories he could remember about the locations, what was going on, the people he was with in the images.
He even showed you his high school yearbook, completed with the baby photo and quote about missing his oscar acceptance because he’d be in the bathroom working on his hair.
“Kids, lunch is ready, little something to tide you over before dinner tonight,” his mother hollered from downstairs.
Sebastian playfully pulled you onto his bed, getting on top of you. You smacked his chest lightly, telling him to cut it out, when he holled back down, “Okay ma, just a minute, just showing Y/N some things up here.” He giggled and began kissing you deeply. After a few moments and a few sly hands moving around your body, he broke the kiss.
“I have always wanted to make out with a beautiful gal in my bed, under my mom’s roof…” Sebastian winked before rolling back off of you, pulling you to your feet.
The two of you headed downstairs, his mother with a smirk on her face. “Is he trying to get you in trouble?”
“Yes ma’am, but I will keep him in line, don’t worry,” you smiled at his mother, and playfully jabbed at Sebastian.
Everyone sat down at the small kitchen table, passing around bowls to ladle soup into them. Conversation ensued as everyone slurped on their homemade chicken noodle soup, ranging from about you and where you grew up, what you do now, to how you and Sebastian met (your side of the story, she’d already heard plenty from Sebastian about it), and what his and your coming plans were for the next few months. He mentioned I, Tonya, as well as Infinity War, and The Last Full Measure. Sounded like he was going to have quite the adventures in Atlanta, Scotland, and Costa Rica between all of those.
You spoke about work, and about how things with Mama J and the restaurant were going to get interesting as she was looking to expand, thanks to Sebastian coming to visit. Questions were raised as to whether you’d get to visit Sebastian on set, but you quickly dismissed them, likely unable to get off work and afford traveling so much, but were thankful for Skype to be able to see each other as often as possible. Your demeanor got a little down, but Sebastian luckily picked up on it and started talking about your adventure at the gala benefit a few nights prior, how you networked with others to get resources to help out Mama J. Sebastian’s mom is a very active listener, asking questions and probing further into your stories. You found it easy to talk to her, just like talking to Sebastian.
You then remembered something that happened months earlier. You dazed out a bit, thinking about the first night you went out for pizza, and he had served you the first slice, mentioning you wanted him to thank his mom for raising him right. His response stuck in your brain.
“Maybe you will just have to tell her yourself sometime.”
Did he know that far in advance?
Sebastian snapped you back into reality, asking you would like more soup. You declined politely, saying you were preparing your stomach for dinner. Sebastian started cleaning up the table, and you thanked him for taking your bowl and spoon.
“I know it is going to sound odd, but seriously, Mrs. Stan, you raised an amazing son. He is the sweetest, kindest, most genuine man I have ever met.”
She smiled, looking over at him rinsing dishes and putting them. “He’s always been a good boy, and turned into a good man. And I’m glad he’s treating you well. I’d have to go all mom on him to get him back into shape if he doesn’t.”
“You don’t have to worry about that while he’s in Y/town, for sure, because Mama J has him on a short leash, always checking in on us. Certainly keeps me in line, for sure!” You laughed, started telling more stories about Mama J and how she truly is a wonderful woman, how much she helped you out when you first moved, and how she’s like family to you now.
A few moments later, the clock in the hall chimed, and Mrs. Stan hopped up into action. It was announced that a few more friends and family would be arriving shortly, and you offered to help in the kitchen. It would give you a chance to talk to his mom more, and maybe get some good gossip on him. Sebastian hung out, talking in the living room, as guests started to arrive. The women all worked in the kitchen together, and would roll their eyes at the men in the other room laughing and talking loudly about random topics, usually bragging about things going on that year. The smells of various foods started wafting through the home, and the men would occasionally pop their heads in the kitchen, trying to sneak bites of food from the trays that started lining the counters.
As you were mixing a fruit salad, Sebastian snuck in and hugged you from behind, whispering, “Don’t you look good, being all domestic and getting along well with my family!” He nipped at your neck, feeling the grin of his lips, as his finger snuck down to snag a dollop of whipped cream you were mixing into the salad. You attempted to playfully swat at his hand, but he escaped your plan, smearing it on your cheek. Eyes wide, Sebastian planted a wet kiss on your cheek, slurping the cream off, followed by the crack of a towel being snapped. A quick look over your shoulder showed a smirking Mrs. Stan, towel in hand.
“I said no funny business, young man. Now get out of here, dinner will be ready soon!”
Sebastian scurried from the kitchen, cackling like he just got away with the perfect crime. All the women laughed.
“You’ve got a handful with that one, Y/N. Think you can handle him?” “Such a gentleman, but such a child.” “You are too cute, I remember when my husband and I were that way. He still surprises me like that sometimes now. I think you two will be good for each other.”
You got a dopey grin on your face, cheeks pink with all the comments. Saving you from further embarrassment, Sebastian’s mother announced that dinner was ready, and everyone grabbed a platter to take to the table. Everyone congregated around the table, and Sebastian’s mother said grace. Plates were passed, plenty of food was had. Everyone was in a wonderful mood for Christmas, sharing stories and smiles. Lots of family recipes were represented at the table that evening.
Once dinner had finished, everyone met up in the living room to watch home movies of when the family was younger. Get togethers, events, and random candid moments around the Stan house were shown, including SO many of Sebastian as a child, dancing, singing, and playing. It was his turn to be beet red and a little embarrassed. Plates of pie were passed around as more reminiscing took place.
Finally the children were getting antsy, seeing all of the brightly colored packages under the tree. As the sun went down, the tree was lit, and the youngsters were all tasked with handing out the packages. Everyone had a small pile in front of them, when one of the children handed you a gift that looked like one you had picked up for Sebastian on your shopping trip. The tag clearly had your name on it though. Both Sebastian and you looked at the matching boxes, and each other, with confused faces.
First, everyone opened a package that was labeled as “from Santa,” which was a matching set of pajamas for everyone - a tradition amongst the Stan home. The guests all took turns opening the rest presents to be able to show off the item, and thank the gifter. You opened the present from Sebastian’s folks first, a nice pair of gloves to keep your hands warm, if it got cold while you were in NYC. Sebastian received a warm pair of slippers from his parents. Sebastian’s mom opened her present, which was sweets from the local candy shop that Sebastian raved about, as well as a jar of tomato soup from Mama J, also something Sebastian raved about to her.
The next round, you and Sebastian had eyed the duplicate packages, and decided to open them at the same time. Lifting the lid and the tissue paper, there was even more confusion, seeing the scarf you had picked out for him in your box… AND his.
“Sebastian, what the…?”
“I could be asking the same of you, what the, indeed!”
“I saw it, it was super soft and I thought the color would look good on you.”
“I saw you trying it on in front of the mirror, feeling it up! I thought you liked it!”
“I do! I was contemplating getting a matching one but didn’t want to be that couple.”
The two of you laughed, with some of the other couples smiling at the silly discovery as you put on your matching scarves. More presents were opened, including a small envelope in Sebastian’s pile of an IOU in two parts… one being the little something something from Victoria’s Secret you picked out, and the second part being more public appropriate about something being delivered to the apartment in a couple days to help remember your visit, including a business card from one of his artsy friends. You winked. You opened a present from Sebastian with a shirt he caught you eyeing also while shopping. (Although was actually for you, as opposed to you shopping for him… so he WAS spying on you, even after you told each other you wouldn’t.. That little snot.)
The last round of presents, you didn’t have anymore, but you had opened plenty. You knew you went overboard shopping for Sebastian, but they were all things you knew he’d like. He took your last present, unwrapping the sweater you chose, eyes lighting up as he touched the fabric.
“I love it, baby girl. I’m wearing it tomorrow for sure!” He paused, looking at the tree. “Oh, hey, what is this tiny little package still sitting on the tree? Santa must have hidden it pretty well.” Sebastian hopped up, grabbing a tiny wrapped package from the tree, which looked as though it could have easily been an ornament. Handing it to you, you look with wonder as the wrapping revealed a blue box similar to the one that held the pendant you wore from Tiffany’s at the gala. Fingers shaking as the lid lifted from the box, your breath hitched, and tears started forming in your eyes as you looked up at Sebastian, who was smiling one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen.
It WAS the pendant from Tiffany’s that you were wearing at the gala.
“Sebastian, I… I don’t even know what to say. You shouldn’t have...” Tears, happy ones, fell from your eyes as he stepped over to you, taking the box from your fingers and delicately took the necklace from the package. You took the scarf off, and he placed the pendant around your neck again.
“Merry Christmas, baby girl.” He kissed the top of your head after he fixed the clasp on the chain.
Wiping your eyes, realizing how it must look, you smiled to everyone, fingering the pendant that laid across your skin. You turned around and hugged Sebastian tight.
“You really shouldn’t have.”
“I’d never seen your eyes light up the way they did when you first put it on, I knew it was meant to be yours.” Sebastian chuckled before receiving a soft kiss. A few whistles and whoops came from the family and friends.
The children were instructed to clean up the paper from the floor, and Mrs. Stan took up residence on the bench in front of the piano that flanked the other side of the room. Everyone gathered round as she began to play various carols, with everyone singing along.
The children grew more quiet as the night went on, which was the cue for the adults to start packing up gifts, and the leftovers that were divvied out amongst everyone. Hugs and talk of meeting up again when you were in the area was mentioned, and you thanked everyone for being so welcoming.
The home was finally empty, with the exception of Sebastian’s mother and the two of you. The two elders of the family went upstairs to get some sleep, but the two of you got changed into your matching pajamas, and came back downstairs to sit on the sofa next to the remnants of the fire in the fireplace, the tree still glowing. Sebastian turned on more home movies, telling you about where and when and who was all involved in them. You shared a blanket, curling up with him as you relaxed into the feeling of his chest rising and falling as he breathed, and the vibrations you’d feel when he’d speak and laugh.
“Did you have a good Christmas, baby girl?”
“I did. Sorry I’m making you wait on a couple gifts, one isn’t ready quite yet, and the other, well, you know what you mom said. We must be good children while in her house.” You smiled, winking up at Sebastian.
“It just makes Christmas that much longer, which I am completely fine with.” Sebastian hugged you tight. “So, how about we go upstairs and go make out in my bed some more?”
“What did I just say about what your mom said?”
Sebastian laughed, letting you stand up to fold up the blanket. After shutting off the lights, the two of you headed upstairs. You tucked him in, in his own bed, and kissed him good night before heading to your own room, falling asleep hard.
If it weren’t for your phone blooping with messages, you probably would have slept a few more hours. Y/F/N wanted to know how Christmas went, so you sent a photo of your necklace.
“Isn’t that the one you wore to the gala?”
“Yes. He spoiled me. He shouldn’t have. But I love it. I cried in front of everyone.”
“Did you give him the other gift yet? (eyebrow wiggle emoji)”
“Not yet. Waiting until we get home. His mom has a pretty strict rule about no nookie under her roof. Gotta respect that right now! Speaking of which, probably should head downstairs for breakfast. Don’t want to be a rude guest. Hope you had a good Christmas… I have your present waiting!”
You ran downstairs in your pajamas, Mrs. Stan commenting how lovely you looked in them. Sebastian was apparently still upstairs snoozing away. You felt bad that you had overslept (it was nearly 8:30am, meant to be downstairs around 7:30am), but she insisted you were fine.
“I’ve learned that boy sleeps in here at home for some reason, and I’ve also learned to not start breakfast until I hear him moving about upstairs. Can I get you some coffee or tea? Juice?”
Accepting some coffee, the two of you chatted for awhile. Finally about an hour later, Sebastian came downstairs, sleepy-eyed, and apparently ravenous. He helped his mother make breakfast, insisting you sit, as you sipped your coffee and continued conversations. Everyone ate, and you helped Sebastian with the dishes afterward.
Noting the time, Sebastian grabbed his phone and ordered up a ride to show up in a couple hours to pick the two of you up and to head back home. You finished helping his mother clean up the place after all the guests had been through in a wild tornado of a holiday, thanking her for the hospitality.
“Don’t be a stranger! If you ever need anything while you’re out here, always feel free to call me,” said as she grabbed your phone to put her number in it.
You smiled and nodded, hugging her tight as Sebastian came in from the living room, saying the car would be there in half an hour. Running upstairs to quickly pack, Sebastian followed in hot pursuit, shutting the door behind you, kissing you deeply, pinning you to the door as his lips slid along yours, tongue slipping past your lips.
“Had to get that last one in before we left, didn’t you?” You smirked at Sebastian, who ran back to his room with the cheesiest grin on his face.
Meeting him back downstairs, with bags in tow, his mother handed you a bag with leftovers, and both his stepfather and her hugged you tight.
“Remember what I said, you’re always welcome here. And keep working on that Romanian, next time we speak ONLY Romanian!” She laughed heartily, reminding you of Sebastian’s laugh.
You nodded, thanking everyone again, and saying you’d see them again soon.
The car arrived, and after packing the items in the back, the two of you waved before hitting the road again.
“So uh, do I get a little preview of part one of my present?”
“Nope. You just will have to be patient. I did get a text though that part two is being delivered this afternoon, so I hope you like that as well.”
The rest of the trip was spent chatting about everything that went on, explaining how everyone was related/knew each other, and what the plans were for the rest of the day. A few whispers were shared about how if Seb had been on Santa’s good list, he probably would end up being on his naughty list for next year after talking about the other present.
Upon arrival at Sebastian’s building, there was a note in his mailbox to pick up a package at the desk. A parcel, wrapped in brown paper and twine, was waiting. You smiled to yourself, reminding yourself to text your new colleague after he opened it to make sure he loved it. Keeping true to his word earlier in the week, the two of you kissed, with many items still in hand, as the elevator went to his floor.
After getting inside his apartment, you went to the kitchen to start putting the leftovers in the fridge.
“Someone is going to have to work a little harder this week with Don, I do believe.” You smirked putting the pie in the refrigerator.
“Someone should come with me tomorrow morning. Not that you need to, don’t get me wrong baby girl, I just want you to be there. Should be a fun day.”
You gulped, but swallowed your nerves down. “Uh, um, okay. What time?”
“7:30. We’ll go to bed early tonight.” He winked.
You knew there wasn’t going to be a lot of sleep tonight, depending on how well your last present goes over.
Speaking of presents…
“So babe, can I open this package? This is it, right?”
“Yup. Go ahead.”
Untying the twine, and removing the brown paper, he found an ornate frame, containing the photo of the two of you he said he liked a few days earlier. The frame itself was gorgeous, hand painted, but mixed well with the surroundings of his apartment. It was Sebastian’s turn to have his eyes get a little wet, pulling you into a tight embrace.
“It’s perfect, my queen,” he whispered, heading toward the bedroom with it in hand. He placed it on the dresser, where he could see it from pretty much any angle in the room, but most important, from the bed. “I will look at it before I go to sleep, and other than my alarm clock in the morning, it will be the first thing I look at there. I love it, really love it.”
You smiled and hugged him tight from behind. “I’m glad.”
To make up for that lack of getting to share a bed at Sebastian’s family’s home, the two of you fell asleep for an early afternoon nap. After a couple of hours, Sebastian woke you up saying it was nearly dinner time. While you noshed on leftovers, Sebastian got back on the healthy wagon, and had chicken and veggies.
He also had a piece of pie as you watched a movie on Netflix before heading to bed, when he got to unwrap his last Christmas present that came from Victoria’s Secret. He very much enjoyed that one as well. In fact, your lessons in Romanian began that evening, and you were pretty sure they weren’t words that should be used in public.
Let’s just say there wasn’t a lot of sleep that night, and you both looked exhausted catching your Uber to the gym.
Summary: Sequel to “Think You Can Handle It?” - Reader is in a long-distance relationship, and is traveling for the holidays to see her man.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Words: 3284
Warnings: Fluff. Little bit of language. A hint of depression sneaking out, but we’re in a good place, I promise.
A/N: This man did a lot during his winter break. I’m stretching this thing out, so I hope everyone is enjoying the ride! Tags are at the bottom, and are still open if anyone wants in that isn’t already. If I somehow missed you, please message me or let me know so I can get you added!
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It was indeed a long night, but one that was filled with kisses, laughs, touches, and inevitably, falling asleep tangled up in each other.
This also meant waking up in awkward positions and trying to figure out why different muscles were a little achy as you rolled out of Sebastian’s death-grip. Or, at least, TRIED to roll out of it. As you moved, he mumbled, trying to pull you closer still. You finally gave up the fight, although it was to the point that Sebastian’s skin was like a blast furnace against yours. Uncovering a leg from the blankets, at least part of you cooled off.
A few moments later, you realized it was pretty important you get free as your bladder was telling you to get up. Finally wriggling free, you padded to the bathroom and shut the door lightly. Never in a million years did you expect to be waking up on Christmas Eve, away from family and friends you typically saw. Instead you said you’d have a get together with them after the beginning of the year, after you had returned. But this year was going to be different, making new friends and meeting someone else’s family.
A knot formed in your stomach at the thought. After finishing up in the bathroom, you grabbed Sebastian’s hoodie, throwing it over your pajamas, and snagged a notebook and pen, your phone and headphones from your bag. Tiptoe-ing around the kitchen, you grabbed a glass of orange juice from the fridge and headed to the living room, plopping down in an overstuffed chair. Headphones in, you opened up a language app and began practicing silently to yourself. Still dark outside, you watched the city wake up from the windows as you mouthed words, taking notes occasionally. Through all this, your eyes felt heavy and you fell asleep, curled up in the chair, the warmth of Sebastian’s hoodie surrounding you.
Your eyes snapped open, sitting upright, not remembering you fell asleep in the living room. The scent of something other than chicken and veggies filled the air, leading you to the kitchen. Clad in pajama pants and an old tshirt, you spied Sebastian cooking eggs and bacon. Rubbing your eyes, you sat down at the table, admiring the view of a gorgeous man, making breakfast.
“Hey sleepyhead, stop stealing my hoodies, I was looking for that this morning,” Sebastian chuckled as you rubbed your eyes.
“Sorry.. I..” you yawned, “I woke up and got a little cold. Yours are way warmer than mine. Sorry if I woke you up. What time is it?” You noticed the sunlight streaming in the windows as you rubbed your eyes and attempted to straighten your mussed hair.
“Just about 9:30. How long were you out there? I woke up all alone and cold,” Sebastian’s eyes went all puppy-dog and his chin quivered before breaking into a full-on laugh. You hopped up out of your chair and hugged him from behind. He wriggled his arms out from under your grasp to stir the eggs. You appreciated the warmth he put out this time around, continuing to lean into him.
“It was still dark out.. maybe 4:45? I remembered I needed to work on something, I must have fallen back asleep,” It finally clicked in your head (again) and you questioned breakfast. “Baby? You know that bacon isn’t chicken, right? What’s up?”
“Wanted to make my baby girl a good Christmas Eve breakfast. You ready for the next few days? It is going to get crazy busy.”
You stole a piece of bacon from the plate. “How could I not be energized at the sight of my man making breakfast? A girl could get used to this.”
Sebastian smiled, as you grabbed plates and silverware, and set the table for two. He served up some scrambled eggs and bacon onto the plates, and pulled waffles out of the toaster, tossing them between his hands as they were still quite warm, and plopped them onto the plates. He turned around quickly to grab a bottle of syrup from the pantry. Sebastian sighed contently as he sat down finally, joining you at the small table. His eyes closed for a moment, his brow slightly furrowed, before meeting your eyes again.
“Baby, whats wrong?”
“I was just thinking about how much I forgot, that it is so nice to be able to cook for someone, have someone to take care of. Someone to come home to at night. But…” Sebastian paused, and a look of concern fell over your own face. “I keep forgetting that between the two of us, you’re leaving in a few days, and for that matter, I am too. I head to Atlanta after the start of the year to start filming I,Tonya…” he drifted off for a moment.
“Hey,” you tapped his foot under the table to get his attention. “I’m still here for another week and change. And you aren’t getting rid of me that easily. I’m not leaving forever, you know!” You took a bite of some eggs. “Especially if you cook me breakfast every once in awhile. And… that explains that mustache you’re working on, doesn’t it?” You smiled, and Sebastian’s demeanor changed a bit too, although not completely letting go of the worry.
“I know, but.. Ugh. I just am afraid that things are going too well, that it is all just going to be a dream and I wake up without you,” You frown at his choice of words and the coincidence that you were asleep in the living room this morning. “Fuck, I’m sorry baby girl, that isn’t what I meant, I know I can be needy, but…” You interrupted him as he started to look down, picking at the food on his plate with his fork.
“Babe, I’m not going anywhere until I absolutely have to. And even then, I’m not gone forever. You know I’m just a text, phone call, Skype call away. Worst case, there are these things called airplanes.” You placed your foot on top of his. “I didn’t know quite what I was signing up for when we started this. It hasn’t always been the most easy, and the time apart sucks, but if it is meant to be, I’m willing to work. I wasn’t sure at the time, but now I’m pretty sure I think I can handle it. And if that means I need to hop a flight to see you, I will make it happen. ” You slid your foot across Sebastian’s again, garnering a small smile from him.
He truly felt lucky to have you. You were right, it wasn’t always going to be easy. He had not only forgotten what it is like to have someone at home to cook for, but he also forgot what it was like for that person to be a civilian in comparison to his life. It didn’t even occur to him how hard it might be for you. If you were strong enough to handle it, he could be too.
“Okay, yeah, enough woe is me. You’re right. I didn’t mean to get down like that. I admire you for your strength, even when you’re in a situation where you are in unfamiliar territory. You just handle it. I wish I was more like you in that respect. And I’m going to change the subject before I get all mushy and end up having to call my therapist because I’m overwhelmed with my feelings.” Sebastian grinned sheepishly.
“And I admire you for being strong enough to know when you need to ask for help. That is something I wish I was better at. And you’re right, new topic before I get all mushy too. So what is the plan for today? I know you said there was the party tonight… but what before that?”
That sheepish grin of Sebastian’s got bigger, and his eyes crinkled with excitement. “Can’t tell you baby girl, but it’ll be classic NYC Christmas. Probably should get ready if we want to get all of it done before we need to head out for the party tonight… I still need a shower. You know you’re welcome to join me…” Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows up and down at you.
“Always the charmer, aren’t you Seb?”
He quickly cleared the plates from the table as you made a mad dash for the bathroom to get ready, with him hot on your heels.
After a somewhat extended shower, at least this time the hot water not running out, you got dressed for the day’s adventure. At the advisement of Sebastian, you wore layers to stay warm, bringing your backpack to carry things if you got too warm.
Catching the train, you found yourself at Bryant Park for a bit, lacing up ice skates and attempting to skate around the rink for a bit. Next stop was taking a selfie in front of the giant tree at Rockefeller Center. And a few more selfies at other famous stops in the area. After a late lunch, and a few souvenir purchases, Sebastian noticed the time and wrangled you back to a subway stop and a short while later, found yourself back home.
Sebastian kicked his feet up on the ottoman, letting you get ready for the evening first. Putting your hair up a bit, and glamming up the make up, you coupled it with a soft sweater and khakis. Sebastian snuck in to start getting ready as well - who knew it would take him longer to perfect the amount of stubble he had growing, and to tame that head of hair? Finally getting dressed, he found you laying on the sofa, editing some photos you shot while sightseeing earlier in the day.
“That one.” Sebastian pointed at your collage of photos. “That one is my favorite.” He smiled looking at all of them, but kept returning to that one. He distinctly remembered the moment it was taken. Awkwardly enough, instead of a fan asking for a selfie, Sebastian asked a random tourist to snap the photo of the two of you in front of a decked out window. You’re smiling great big, and the photo was snapped just as Sebastian planted a big, wet kiss on your cheek. The stranger commented how cute the two of you were, and that she could tell you were meant to be.
You uploaded the collage to Instagram, with a simple title of Christmas Eve, 2016. Immediately, Y/F/N liked the photo. And soon after, you had to shut the notifications off on your phone as a slew of likes and comments came rolling in. As Sebastian went to get his jacket, you emailed the photo to a new acquaintance you made the night before with a few instructions. It wasn’t suspicious looking at all when you snapped your laptop shut as Sebastian came back into the room.
“Ready to go, baby girl? Just got a text that people are arriving, so we won’t be the first ones there at least.”
“Should we be bringing anything? Wine? A host gift?”
“Nah, everything is taken care of. I was told all I need to bring is, and I quote, ‘the wonderful woman that has been stealing you away from us, we need to meet her!’”
You blushed, looking down shyly. “I don’t mean to keep you from your friends.”
Sebastian’s finger hooked your chin, pulling it upward.
“If anything has been stolen, it is my heart. But you can keep it.” Your lips connected with a giggle, until you felt the phone in his pocket buzz. Upon grabbing it, the notification popped up saying your ride was there. Rushing downstairs, you hopped in the car, and headed off to a modern looking apartment home of one of Sebastian’s close friends. There were only a handful of people at this one, so you felt relieved and almost a little more stressed at the same time. They all already seemed to know you, you were having to learn names.
But much like the night before, everyone seemed to be genuinely kind. This felt even more real as it was more comfortable in someone’s home, it wasn’t at a stuffy event space with fancy dress. Everyone was gathered around the table, or in the kitchen, getting drinks or snacks before dinner. Introductions were made, jokes were shared, and you realized that Sebastian must have an old soul, albeit child-like, soul that connected with all sorts of other beautiful souls. Artists, writers, fellow actors, and generally smart and funny good people. You quickly felt at ease with this group of people, laughing and joining in on conversations.
Before dinner, everyone gathered around the table, and although it wasn’t Thanksgiving, people went around the table and gave one reason they were happy this season. Phrases like “friends and family” were tossed around liberally. Happiness for successes throughout the year. Things they were looking forward to in the coming year. It finally came to your turn.
“I feel so fortunate that my life took a completely unexpected turn in the past few months. I have met so many new, wonderful people, I have been able to see a lot of new things. So I guess I’m really thankful for Y/F/N, she’s the one that talked me into taking a job spur of the moment. It literally is what started off the whole chain of events. And I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like had I not, so it has been a super exciting year.” You smiled, looking over to Sebastian, who was smiling with his whole face.
Sebastian went next.
“What she said.”
“Sebastian, that’s cheating,” the host of the party declared.
Sebastian laughed. “She just said it so eloquently. I’m glad that every day is a new adventure. I get the opportunity to do something I love. I get to explore different sides to me through my work. And I’m blessed that Y/N is in my life. I don’t want to imagine what life would be like without her.” He pulled you in for a side hug, kissing the top of your head.
You blushed, feeling the warmth of his cheek still on the top of your head, and hearing the “aww”s and “You’re so cute together”s that followed his little speech.
The rest of the group gave their thanks, and everyone dug into the massive dishes of food on the table. It really was like a family dinner, just with less drama. There weren’t arguments. People were genuinely happy to be hanging out together, sharing stories and making for a pleasant night. After a huge meal, and tons of desserts, card games and other silliness ensued. Your phone buzzed as a photo of Sebastian and yourself was tagged on Instagram from one of the hosts of the party, showing you playing adult-themed charades together. Luckily for you, you were the one doing the guessing. (It was awkward, but at least the photo didn’t show just HOW awkward it was for him. But of course he gave it his all and laughed the whole time.)
As it got later in the night, the realization that tomorrow would be Christmas was settling in, and party-goers slowly made their way to the door. You thanked the hosts profusely for a wonderful evening, and gave them your word that you’d come visit the next time you were in the area.
The ride home was quick, and Sebastian was even more quick to strip down to his boxers and crawl into bed. You asked if the light of your phone screen would keep him up, but before he even had a chance to answer, he was curled up with the body pillow, mumbling something and was out. You took the opportunity to put in your headphones and grab your notepad again, studying in your language app. You focused on a few key phrases, trying to expand your skill set. Eventually your eyelids got heavy again, and you closed your notebook of scribbles and took out your headphones before curling up on the other side of the body pillow. You were out light a light.
Sebastian’s alarm went off pretty early, and at least was back into somewhat of a routine with the chicken and veggies, although it was going to be thrown off as soon as the two of you headed to his mom’s home. You fell back asleep as he cooked his first meal of the day, awoken to the sound of him washing dishes. Dragging yourself to the shower, you found it odd that you weren’t more excited/nervous than you were, it was Christmas after all, but the previous night’s activities/beverages wore you out. After the hot shower, you felt a little more human and joined him in the kitchen, making an egg and some toast for yourself. You felt a little guilty for not sharing in his diet, but Sebastian insisted you eat what you wanted.
You offered to do the dishes as he went to get a shower and get dressed. You also started gathering packages up, and packed up your backpack with a few items, as there was a bit of a tradition at Sebastian’s mom’s that you’d be spending the night. You got changed into another soft sweater and a pair of jeans, hoping it would be dressy enough. Fears were eased when Sebastian came out of the bedroom in a similar fashion, maybe even a little less dressy, but you felt fine with it. You wanted to impress his mom, even though Mama J’s advice rang in your ears - to just be yourself, everyone will love you.
With that, you texted Mama J to have a Merry Christmas, and to tell her you missed her and would be home soon enough to have the delayed holiday meal.
“Don’t you worry about me, child. I’ve got some family and friends over to keep me busy today. You focus on making his family fall in love with you! You’ve got this. Merry Christmas! Xo”
You sent the photo of the two of you from the previous morning with a caption of “Lots of fun in the Big Apple!”
“Give that man of yours a hug for me! See you soon!”
Sebastian got your attention, as your ride was there to make the trek to his mother’s home. Sebastian fell asleep once in the car, so you took the opportunity to dig out your phone and work with your app one last time. It was difficult to focus on the app while looking out the window at all the sights and the mild weather for December, but you got a few last practices in before the car pulled to a stop outside.
Hopping out of the car and helping unload items to the front door, Sebastian handed you the bag of items he was carrying to knock on the door before opening it and going inside. His mother was quick to come to the door to greet her son and yourself. She had a big, bright smile, much like Sebastian’s, and hugged you tight, kissing your cheeks.
“I’m breaking a rule of my home, but, it is nice to meet you, Y/N! Sebastian knows the rules, no English unless necessary.”
“Oh, my, well, it is nice to mee you as well, Mrs. Stan,” you hoped you weren’t about to stumble on the words you had been planning to come out of your mouth. “Crăciun fericit!”
Mrs. Stan looked at Sebastian quickly, and Sebastian stared at you, mouth agape.
“Oh no, did I say something wrong? I was afraid I’d mess this up.”
Summary: Sequel to “Think You Can Handle It?” - Reader is in a long-distance relationship, and is traveling for the holidays to see her man.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Words: 3174
Warnings: Oh geez, fluff. Nervousness/anxiety in social situations, but not too bad. Mentioning of getting naked. (aww yeah!) Still... PG-13. I’m not comfortable enough to go past that phase (yet?).
A/N: For the amount of time this chapter covers, it is kind of long. But it was the most fun part to write so far. I hope you all enjoy! Tags are open, and are at the bottom. I haven’t edited this too much, if there is a missing word or two, I’m sure I’ll find them.
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“Sebastian, I am so glad you made it! I know it was so last second…” The woman kissed both of his cheeks, before turning to you. “And this must be Y/N!” Unexpectedly, she pulled you in for the same greeting. Sebastian chuckled. “I’m so glad you both are here, and that he’s giving me an opportunity to do something a little matchy matchy. Shall we get started?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Sure?”
“Excellent. Sebastian, honey, your tux is in the back. If you want to head back there, Miguel will be happy to help get things perfect. And you, Y/N, Sebastian gave me a few ideas to work with, so I have a few designs to show you. Come, come! We’ve got a lot of work to do!” Pulled away, Sebastian winked at you, blowing a kiss.
Being pulled into another back room, the designer grabbed a tape measure and a few sheets of newsprint, along with a few fabric swatches. Awkwardly being told to get down to your underwear to get measurements, she gave you a peek into the ideas that were brewing in her mind, getting your input along the way. After about an hour of being measured and pinned, you imagined this is what the models feel like on Project Runway.
“Alright sweetie, I think Sebastian is done, and I’ve got what I need for right now. I hope I’m not ruining anything but I hope you have a super relaxing afternoon… and I will see you for final tweaks on this dress right before you head out for the evening! Have fun, honey!”
It was all a blur, but you thanked her for the time spent, and was actually excited to see what was going to come of it in just a few hours. You went back into the main room of the store and met Sebastian.
“Hey baby girl, you ready for an afternoon of getting pampered and ready for the night?” He kissed your nose before heading back out to the street. “I hope you don’t mind, because, well, makeup and hair really aren’t my big thing, but I’ve got some appointments set up so you can get all dolled up… and I’ve got a meeting about an upcoming project.”
“No, that’s fine babe. Besides, I think you’d probably be really bored waiting around on me getting ready, plus… I’m not sure what sort of makeup protocol goes with these sorts of events. I’m glad you’re putting me in able, and far more qualified hands.”
“Okay good. Well I believe your ride is here to whisk you off… enjoy your afternoon, my queen.” Sebastian kissed your hand, and helped you into the car before doing an about face to get in the waiting car behind it.
The blush on your face stayed in place for quite a while. Your driver dropped you off at a day spa, where a whole package of events was planned. Starting with a massage, your stress of not knowing what to expect the rest of the day melted away. Next was getting your hair done, and finally your makeup. Not even when you got ready for the big dance in high school, or even your cousin’s wedding did you ever get this gussied up. Turning around for a final reveal, you almost didn’t recognize yourself, and it took all of your will to not get teared up, and messing your makeup.
A stylist arrived with the designer, gown in hand. You couldn’t believe the colors of the fabric, and how it felt beautiful sliding over your skin. The stylist tried several pairs of shoes, finding the perfect look and fit. A clutch was put in your hand.
“Damn girl, you look amazing. But we’re missing something... “
“You’re right. What could it be?”
Sebastian rounded the corner into your dressing area, and gave a long slow whistle as he eyed you up and down. The dress hugged your curves in the right spots, and hid the others that you were iffy about. You actually felt comfortable in your skin, the gown making it feel even better.
“You look…” You could tell he was searching for the right words, smirking when he picked it out. “Phenomenal. Gorgeous. Sexy as hell.”
Feeling quite warm at the compliments, you gave him a once-over, noticing the details. Sebastian’s bowtie was the same fabric as your gown, and the shirt a complimenting color.
“You don’t look so bad yourself. You know I love you in tuxes….” Your tongue unconsciously licked your lips.
“Ladies, you’re right, I think I know what it is missing though.” Sebastian pulled a blue box from his pocket, opening it in front of you. “I had a little help picking out what would accent this dress, but I think you make it look perfect.” A thin necklace with a delicate pendant, encrusted in jewels was placed around your neck. You fingered it gingerly, looking in the mirror. Knowing that these events, celebrities often are showcasing items like dresses, tuxedos, and jewelry from various designers, you tried to not get down about having to give it all back at the end of the night. As Sebastian fastened the clasp, he whispered in your ear.
“Did you just say you loved me?”
Your knees went weak. He said it in a tone that he KNEW would cause you to stutter. He is the cat who loves playing with the mouse before going in for the kill. The look you gave him was akin to deer in headlights. It was too early to say such things. You didn’t just SAY that. You even clarified with “in tuxes.” Trying to dig your way out of this hole that you were sinking into, he saved you at the last moment with another whisper in your ear.
“Well I love you in this dress, baby girl.” He kissed the shell of your ear before grabbing your hand to do a twirl for him and the small audience. The designer and stylist clapped and whistled, sending your confidence soaring. You thanked them both for everything this afternoon, and said you hoped to do them proud tonight.
You hadn’t realized just how much time was spent getting dressed, because you noticed it was getting dark outside, and Sebastian’s phone buzzed.
“Hey babe, it is time to hit the road, are you ready?”
You quickly hugged everyone involved in this amazing transformation, and were ushered outside to the waiting car. Sebastian helped you inside, and then sat next to you, holding your hand. Your other hand’s fingers idly fingered the pendant hanging from around your neck. For some reason though, you were a little nervous.
“Seb? What is our signal for tonight? I… I’m starting to get a little nervous.”
“How about... being cold? Maybe something like ‘I’m a little chilly, I could really use some hot cocoa’?”
You involuntarily shivered. Nerves were starting to get the best of you.
Sebastian chuckled and kissed your knuckles. “You’re going to do great. Just remember the signal. I’ll be there with you the whole time, if something happens to my queen, I will be within mere footsteps to save m’lady.”
You nodded, and squeezed his hand. The car slowed to a stop at a fancy looking building. A few photographers lingered outside, snapping photos of the arrivals to the event. Sebastian climbed out of the car, and leaned in to help you scoot out, and make a graceful exit. Upon getting upright, he offered his elbow as you looped your arm into it, smiling for the cameras as each hollered to look in various directions. Sensing your literal chilliness, he nodded to the photographers and guided you inside the warm building with his hand on your lower back. Shortly past the front door was a carpet and backdrop, with a number of other photographers waiting patiently to photograph all those who strolled along the carpet to the ballroom entrance.
“Sebastian! Over here!”
He offered up his million dollar smile and walked toward the carpet. You’d helped at a few events, none of this caliber, but similar enough to know that plus ones stood off to the side of the backdrop, allowing photos to be taken, and questions to be asked about thoughts regarding the organization and the work they do, what they happen to be wearing, upcoming projects, etc. You held back as Sebastian’s hand guided your back again, but you held steady, shaking your head, then nodding to him to go ahead. It was his moment, not yours. He was the one they wanted to see, to have a moment of his time.
He smiled as the flashbulbs flickered, looking in random directions at various lenses. His brow furrowed though, when he saw you standing alone, off to the side. Even if the photogs didn’t care, he did, and stepped away toward you for a moment, pulling you to the carpet, and into his side.
“Sebastian! Is this your girlfriend? What’s her name? What are you two wearing?”
“That gown is gorgeous! Love how it matches!”
“Y/N Y/L/N! Are you excited to be in New York for Christmas? Big plans?”
The question caught you off-guard. You weren’t expecting someone to know who you were, but they were kind enough to include you in the craziness of the carpet.
You smiled to the cameras. “It has been a wonderful visit so far. I haven’t a clue what else is going on during my trip, but your city is lovely!”
A journalist asked whom you were wearing, and asked you to give a 360. You answered enthusiastically, giving a slow twirl and a pose for the paparazzi. If you didn’t feel like you were absolutely glowing while the stylists were working on you earlier, you certainly were now. Any negative butterflies you had waiting to go in vanished, and you felt like the belle of the ball, literally, with shutters clicking and flash bulbs snapping.
“Hey Sebastian, your lady here is stealing your spotlight!”
A round of chuckles came from the press as the flashes of light continued. A round of “Awww!”s came from the crowd as he showed a little PDA, kissing your cheek before nodding at the photographers and guiding you off of the carpet.
“Alright my little ham, I thought you were nervous?” Sebastian chuckled in your ear as you entered the event hall. People everywhere were mingling, chatting with yet more media types, and networking with everyone in various fields, all there to celebrate the cause. Sebastian mingled, you on his arm, nibbling on finger foods and drinking champagne. A few more photos happened with the both of you, including a few shots for Seb’s Instagram, tagging you and the designer. You tagged your stylist as well… might as well give credit where credit is due, right? You also took some selfies with Sebastian to send to family and friends. This was the most elegant you had ever been dressed, and you knew everyone back home would get a kick out of it as well.
The half hour Sebastian recommended staying turned into nearly 3 hours, with a little bit of dancing (oh yes, he twirled you around the floor in a waltz, and even attempted a tango before turning bright red after stepping on his own feet repeatedly), more finger food, and meeting a number of Seb’s acquaintances, including a few in the hospitality/restaurant industry. After a little champagne, not only were you piping up into conversations, but you also were starting them. You had so many questions regarding how it all works, inevitably telling stories about Mama J, and her plans, and how you wished to help. You gained valuable insight, and even a few phone numbers/email addresses to talk further in a less-party setting. For as cut-throat as the world may seem sometimes, everyone you talked to had huge hearts. It didn’t really surprise you though, Sebastian always seems to surround himself with amazing people. Smart, funny, genuine people.
In his eyes, you were one of them. He was beaming, watching you come out of your shell after being so nervous on the ride over. Seeing that you were putting yourself out there, getting the info you were after, and networking. He was so excited, watching you get excited about helping out Mama J. He noticed you intently listening, all while taking mental notes as you fingered the pendant around your neck.
The crowd began to thin, and you were collecting business cards and contact info from your new acquaintances. You thanked everyone for their input, and profusely thanked Sebastian for giving you the opportunity to do this, despite your initial reservations. As the car arrived to take you back home, you curled into his side, him holding his arm around your shoulders and resting his cheek atop your head.
“You have a good evening, baby girl?” Sebastian whispered before kissing the top of your head.
“Yeah,” curling up tighter with him, “It’s kind of fun playing dress-up with all this.” Your fingers were lightly touching the collar of your gown, sliding over your necklace, and to the other side, feeling the fabric again. “You know some really great people, Seb. And I feel like I got a lot of good info to help out Mama J. I’m so excited, I just need to figure out how to make it all work, maybe save up a little bit extra for her to make it easier.” You bit your lip, thinking. “IF she’ll let me.”
“Mama J is lucky to have you. Lot of people were asking about you, you made a pretty good first impression. So… I have another question for you then, Miss Popular… some friends of mine are having a little friends Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow night. Would you want to come with? Much smaller than this AND you don’t have to get all dressed up, if you don’t want to.”
“You mean I can’t wear this again tomorrow?”
“Sorry baby girl, you can’t be seen wearing the same thing twice.” You both laughed.
“Okay. I’m a little sad I don’t get to play dress up again, but I’ll go.”
Digging the phone out of your clutch, you started scrolling through the notifications that had piled up during the event. A few texts from Y/F/N came up, saying she wanted more photos of you in that dress, then another of “The two of you are trending on Twitter, some of the photos of you in that amazing gown already are online! You are such a show off!”
A few photos of Sebastian and yourself were being passed around on Instagram and Twitter. You double-tapped, and commented on a few about what a wonderful evening it was, how it was a pleasure to be there. You noticed a few candid shots of you that Seb slipped in. Not even sure when he shot them, you looked up at him, giant smirk on his face as he watched you scroll through. Tears were threatening to escape your eyes. Profile head shots of you talking with people, full-body shots of you laughing while chatting with someone else. You looked like you were meant to be there, like it was nothing new.
“So beautiful, she is my everything. I am so lucky. <3”
He pulled you in tight and kissed the top of your head again. “It’s true, baby girl. You look amazing tonight, more so than you always do. I know you aren’t supposed to talk about exes,” Sebastian paused for a second, closing his eyes, opening them to meet yours again, “But in the past, I always was compelled to keep relationships quiet. With you, I want to shout it from the rooftops. I WANT to show you.. US… off.”
Without a second thought, you pulled his face down to yours and kissed him fervently.
Pulling apart, both of you shared a dazed stare, catching your breath. Something set Sebastian off again, kissing you deeply, leaving you feeling like a couple of horny teenagers in the backseat of the car making out. Between kisses, he whispered things in your ear, causing you to blush with every kiss.
“You are beautiful.”
“You are so smart, and funny…”
“You are my queen.”
“You are my everything.”
The last kiss lasted until you felt the car slow as it pulled to a corner, and you slid apart, smoothing out your hair and gown. Sebastian hopped out of the car and ran around to the other side, opening the door and helping you out. Upon stepping on the curb, Sebastian shut the door and started guiding you toward his building, but stopping a moment.
“Hold on a sec, there has been something I’ve wanted to to do for a while…” A wolfish grin spread upon his lips. He grabbed you around your midsection, pulling you up and slinging you over his shoulder, fireman-style. You squealed, laughing as he carried you to the building, your fists playfully smacking his back. Getting you back, he smacked you on the bottom, making you gasp and squeal more.
“How DARE you treat your queen in such a manner!” you feigned shock, but truly were aghast as he playfully turned his head and nipped at your gown-covered behind. Reaching down, you smacked him on the butt as he carried you into the elevator. The two of you couldn’t stop laughing on the ride up the floors. Once the doors opened, he continued carrying you to the door, balancing you precariously as he unlocked the door. As soon as he could get the two of you inside, he kicked the door shut behind him, carrying you to the bedroom. Gingerly, he plopped you on the bed, crawling on top of you to continue the kissing that was going on in the car. Things got pretty heated, until you pushed Sebastian back, giving you a concerned look.
“Babe, we need to get out of these clothes. I’d hate to rip that tuxedo right off of you…”
“Good point, don’t want to ruin that pretty dress of yours…”
Pushing Sebastian up, you undid his tie, sliding it from his neck and draping it over the chair. Next came the jacket, and his shirt. Sebastian couldn’t take it, turning you around to slowly unhook your necklace, placing it on the dresser, along with the gown, kissing your shoulders as they became bare. Stepping out of the dress, you gently placed it over the chair, as Sebastian did with the rest of his tuxedo. Immediately the two of you dove into bed, kissing and giggling.
“Do you have an early morning tomorrow?”
“Nope, Christmas Eve and Day are off, why do you ask?”
You kissed along Sebastian’s jawline, and whispered against his ear. “I think you’re in for a long night. Think you can handle it?”
Sebastian’s eyes darkened, looking deep into yours. “You have no idea what you are in for, baby girl…”
Summary: Sequel to “Think You Can Handle It?” - Reader is in a long-distance relationship, and is traveling for the holidays to see her man.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader
Words: 3376
Warnings: Fluff. Little bit of language. Insinuation that general sexy naughtiness is going on. But it is very PG. A little bit of drinking.
A/N: JFC, where the hell have I been? Sorry I have been in such a slump for over a year. I had to rewrite Part 7 due to some inaccuracies that were bugging me and then… just life happened. Thanks for putting up with me just leaving you all high and dry.Since it has been a while, if tagging doesn’t work or I have an old name of yours, please hit me up. If you want added, by all means msg me!
There was electricity in the air on New Year’s Eve. You can’t avoid it, especially in NYC. You’d seen the celebrations on TV, with the ball drop in Times Square. Thousands of people huddled up, bundled up, wearing silly hats and glasses. It was all very iconic and touristy. Or then there were those galas where people pay out the nose, and get dressed to the nines.
Fortunately, with the whirlwind of a trip and being tired, it delighted you to hear that Sebastian had plans for the two of you, just at a house party with some of his friends. Having been tasked to bring a few wines, the two of you perused a rather busy shop down the street, picking out several bottles of differing colors. Catching a ride on the train, Sebastian curled his arm around you, pulling you in close, resting his chin on your head.
Arriving at the party, you recognized a few faces from Christmas Eve, and were introduced to many more new people. Drinks flowed, food was eaten, chit chat and snapchats happened. Sebastian kept you relatively close all night, sharing in laughs and stories with everyone. You felt comfortable with everyone, possibly with the help of the wine and drinks. You did get a little nervous any time you saw food that was potentially messy nearby, in the thought that Sebastian would get his revenge for the pie incident the previous day. Surprisingly, he was well-behaved, all things considered.
As the night progressed, you started talking to more people, and split off from Sebastian as he was talking with a group of his friends. Occasionally you’d look over, and he’d be glancing at you, giving a shy smile, before going back to each of your conversations. Despite not being from the area, or knowing these people as well as Seb did, they did an amazing job at making you feel like you’d known them for years. Conversations flowed, and time ticked by. The next thing you knew, hats and noisemakers were being passed around, as the countdown began.
Frantically searching around, you finally spotted Sebastian looking for you across the room. You managed to get to each other just in time for it.
3… 2…. 1…. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Horns honked, people cheered, and Sebastian only smiled as he cupped your face, leaning in for a long, passionate kiss. After a few moments, you opened your eyes to find his eyes crinkling, matching the smile that graced his face.
“Happy New Year, babygirl,” Sebastian leaned down to press his forehead to yours, “I hope this kicks off an amazing year.”
Taking your hand, he opened the door to the balcony where a few other guests were at, watching the fireworks in the sky. You leaned against the railing, Sebastian putting his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. Tilting your head, your cheek felt warm against Sebastian’s. You sighed softly, thinking about how wonderful this very moment was, and also the sadness crept in that you’d be leaving in less than two days. Inhaling deeply, you played it off as a yawn, and pushed the thoughts away, trying to live in the moment.
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, Sebastian. I don’t know what the future holds, but I love this very moment.” You twist in Sebastian’s grasp, to face him, and kiss him softly. Breaking the kiss, you whisper, “I love you so much.”
The roar of all the party goers, the fireworks, and noise in the streets below all melted away as you just focused on Sebastian, as he did with you. The two of you swayed side to side, dancing to an imaginary beat that no one else heard. He wrapped his arms around your waist, your arms lacing around his neck, and your head resting upon his chest. Nothing else mattered in the world. As far as the two of you were concerned, the world was perfect in that moment.
The chill of the night air finally set in, and Sebastian leaned back, stooping a bit to look into your eyes that were glassy from all the wine. One more quick kiss, and you were lead back inside where it was warm, and the party was still going. Much merriment was had, between more food and a ridiculous drinking game that ended with you sitting on Sebastian’s lap, and every time he tapped the table, everyone had to drink. If you tapped on the table, HE had to drink. After realizing you’d had a bit more than intended, he started drinking out of your glass. A little bit of dancing, and more food, several hours later found 3am and everyone starting to sober up. Guests started leaving, and you helped the hostess clean the kitchen a bit before heading out. More hugs and shared email addresses… and you found yourself in an Uber heading “home.”
Once at the building, and inside the elevator, a sleepy-eyed and still slightly tipsy Sebastian kissed you lightly and whispered in your ear.
“You make this feel more like home.” You shivered slightly from his breath on your ear, and still from the cold walk to the building. “I want you to stay longer. Move in with me.”
You sighed, half of you knowing Sebastian was a little loose in the lips from the alcohol, but the other half wishing you could. There was still work at home, and helping Mama J. And how weird would it be with him leaving soon for press junkets and wrapping up Marvel movies? Normally you let your heart win, but your brain actually won this battle. The elevator opened and you grabbed Sebastian’s hand, walking toward the door.
“I wish I could right now, but you know as well as I do that this just isn’t the right time.” It hurt saying it, even if true. “You know what thought? I love you so much, and… until it is the right time, I’m going to do my best to visit when we can.” You were almost afraid to look at Sebastian’s face, but looked up to see him smiling at you.
“You’re the voice of reason I need sometimes. Also you’re so pretty.” Sebastian pet your face and giggled.
“Oh Sebastian,” you wiggled the key in the door, “Let’s get you to bed. But first…” You ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and some aspirin from the cabinet. “Drink and take these.”
After leading a silly Seb to the bedroom, you helped him take his shoes off, and peeled off his khakis. His eyes got wide as you were nearly eye level with his briefs. Wiggling an eyebrow at you, you shook your head and laughed, pulling his shirt up as you stood up.
“Hey, you can’t blame me for trying, my Queen.”
After finally getting Sebastian down to his briefs, you smiled at the sight in front of you, but knew that it wasn’t a good idea tonight. You stripped down and got into a tank top and boxers, and already found Sebastian curled with the body pillow in bed. Not wanting to disturb him, you slid between the sheets slowly.
He might not have been as asleep as you thought, as you felt the body pillow be tossed aside and you pulled in as the little spoon. Burying his nose into your hair, he breathed deep.
“You still make this feel like home.” Sebastian kissed your head. “I love you so much, Y/N.”
Sleep almost had ahold of you, but not before whispering back, “It does feel like home. Love you too.”
Both of you fell fast asleep, curled up with each other for a short bit. Unfortunately, someone forgot to shut off his alarm on his phone. The beeps were joined by the sounds of groans as Sebastian reached around the bed and nightstand to find the source. Once in hand, he opened an eye, winced a bit at the brightness as he swiped to turn off the alarm, and threw the phone across the room with a thud.
“No more of that… we’ve got one more full day together. What do you want to do, Y/N?”
A grumbly “SLEEP RIGHT NOW,” fell from your lips. While you were taking care of Seb hours earlier, you didn’t exactly think about staying hydrated. A killer headache had formed, and you just wanted a few more hours of sleep to join the land of the living again.
Sebastian laughed, curling up next to you again. He woke up a few hours later, the light of day making it so he couldn’t fall back asleep. Sliding out of bed, he toed around the room, making some protein and veggies for breakfast, letting you sleep it off. Sneaking a shower and getting dressed, Sebastian left a note on the nightstand with a glass of water and the same aspirin bottle you snagged earlier.
Take 2, drink the water, and I’ll be back home soon with caffeine. Te iubesc xoxo
The click of the key in the door as Sebastian left woke you up, a little disoriented, and grabbing at your head. Sensing that your love was not still in bed, you scanned the room, seeing the note with Sebastian’s scratchy handwriting. Despite the smile that graced your lips, the dry mouth and pounding head were quite evident, and grabbed for the water and meds. Popping a few, and chugging the cool water down, you shuffled to the bathroom, and splashed colder water on your face and wiped it down. The tub behind you in the mirror caught your eye. You felt the aspirin start to kick in as you started to fill the bath, adding some of your shower gel to make it a bit bubbly. After the water hit the right temperature, you shed your pajamas and stepped in. Letting the warm water wash all of the aches and soreness away, your eyelids drooped. The sound of the door opening perked your eyes back open.
Sebastian entered quietly, heading back to the bedroom and slightly confused when you weren’t in bed still. Probably good, considering it was nearly noon. He hoped you wouldn’t sleep your last full day together. His nose picked up on the scent of your shower gel, and he peeked in the slightly ajar bathroom door. Seeing you so relaxed, he was almost a little jealous. Knocking softly, your head turned, eyes inviting him in. With a smirk, he placed the Starbucks cups on the floor next to you. Sebastian’s eyes went to the tub, then back to your eyes, and back to the tub, and finally back to yours.
“Get in here, you big goof.”
Sebastian giddily stripped down, as you slid forward in the bath, letting him slide in the water behind you, small splashes going over the side. You certainly hadn’t planned on two of you in the tub when you filled it. Both of you laughed as he scooted around, the sound of skin squeaking against the porcelain. You shifted backward, leaning against this chest, his knees along your sides. He gingerly wrapped his arms around you, your head cradled in the crook of his neck. The two of you talked about upcoming events, being honest with each other about schedules, keeping each other informed. You knew that Seb’s scheduled changed on a dime, but he would always do what he could to keep Skype dates and phone calls. And if not, you were the first person he’d text if plans were suddenly interrupted. You talked about more of your plans with Mama J, with all of your new found knowledge from Sebastian’s friends. As the temperature of the water dropped, the attitude of the room got a little somber. But with pruney fingers and toes, the two of you decided to perk things up, namely with Sebastian giving you a new bubble hairdo, and to get out of the chilly water to dry off and figure out the rest of your time in New York City.
It was determined that there was going to Chinese ordered in and Netflix to watch, the ultimate in lazy days to kick off the New Year. Other than a load of laundry, figured you should do some of that before you left. Even a late night pizza was ordered, as you finished watching Stranger Things, starting in on Parks and Recreation next. Sebastian brought all of the pillows from the bedroom, and you gathered blankets to build a fort to cuddle in. Every effort was made to stay up as long as possible before succumbing to sleep… but inevitably, wrapped up in the warmth of Sebastian, he heard the soft sounds of your breathing next to him as the credits of an episode rolled. Pausing Netflix, he gingerly picked you up without waking you, and carried you to bed. An extra alarm was set on his phone to make sure the two of you were up on time for your flight, but Sebastian couldn’t sleep.
He was content just watching you, the most beautiful thing in the world, lie next to him. Leaning back, you curled into his side, with his arms holding you tight. He dozed off for what only felt like a couple minutes, awakened by the alarm on his phone.
It was a difficult morning, packing your things, knowing you were getting on a plane to head back home in a few hours. Trying to keep the mood lighter, you put some music on, the two of you singing and dancing around while wrapping up the last little things. While Sebastian was in the other room, you left little love notes in his dresser drawers, hoodie pockets, kitchen cabinets, and all around the apartment. One in particular, you left taped to the bottle of perfume you brought with you, the one you wore on your first “date” with Sebastian. You hid it under his body pillow on his bed.
Before heading out, Sebastian treated you to breakfast at a small cafe a few blocks from the apartment. Looking around, you were taking in the sights. The buildings, the bustling people, the amazing man sitting across from you. You were taking in the sounds… cars honking horns, the musicians playing on the corner, the amazing laugh that Sebastian has. Finally, the tastes - your breakfast, and the taste of Sebastian’s lips when he’d reach across the table for a smooch. To be honest, he tasted of scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, and coffee, but you were fine with that. With breakfast complete, a slow walk, hand-in-hand, back to Sebastian’s happened. A long soft kiss in the elevator up, and you unlocked the door to the apartment. Looking at your luggage, and feeling the key in your hand, the sadness set in.
“Hey, um…” You weren’t sure how to start, or finish the thought, so you just held out the NASA keyring back at Sebastian.
He frowned at you, closing your hand around the key.
“No babygirl. This is YOURS. I know I might have been a little tipsy when I asked you to move in, but I want you to know you are ALWAYS welcome here. Hell, I may call you to get my mail when I’m on set.”
You held back a stuttered exhale and sniffle, but a smile replaced your grimace and your arms wrapped around Sebastian. In fact, you laughed.
“That’s quite a trip to just pick up your mail.”
The both of you laughed as he hugged you tightly for a few moments, until his phone buzzing, well, was a buzzkill.
“Ride’s almost here. Let’s get you to the airport.”
After one last slow, soft kiss in the elevator, you carried your backpack and Sebastian loaded your suitcase into the car. Holding hands the entire way to the airport, it hit you just how much you loved him. Truly one of the good guys of the world, and he was all yours. The thought of moving in crept back into your thoughts, and a small chuckle and laugh bubbled from you. It had been fun playing “house” with him, and while you toyed with the idea of it being more permanent, it wasn’t the right now moment it needed to be. Sebastian smirked at you, not sure of what you were thinking, but was just elated to be in the presence of the smile on your face.
You were pretty early for your flight, so Sebastian stuck with you a bit before you went through security, snagging a Starbucks. You Skyped Y/F/N for a bit, letting her know you were at the airport, that you’d be back soon. Sebastian snapped a photo of the two of you, him grinning and flinching at the force of the kiss you placed on his cheek. He was preparing to post it to Instagram, but you stopped him.
“Don’t.”
“Why babygirl? I told you I wanted to show us off.”
“That one is just for us.” You grabbed his phone, deleted the drafted post, and then set the image as his lockscreen, and texted the photo to your own phone. You set it as your lockscreen as well.
Looking at the flight board, it was close to time to head through security. Sebastian held you tight, not wanting to let go, but knew he had to. He touched your cheek, thumbing away the tear that fell from your eyes.
“Don’t you start, or I’m going to start. You know this isn’t goodbye. You know you’re going to Skype me when you get back on the ground. You know you’re going to text me before you go to sleep. You are going to wake up to a text from me from the gym. Which, by the way, the gym is going to be far less sexy without you in it.” Sebastian laughed. “Don is going to miss you too.”
“Well tell him I’m going to keep at it, and that I promise I’ll be back. I need my ass kicked every once in a while. Alright regele meu, it is time,” you exhaled hard, still fighting tears, “Te iubesc.” You kissed him as long as you could, until you felt dizzy.
“Te iubesc. I will talk to you tonight. Until then, I think I need to go to the gym for a few hours after all that food this trip.” Sebastian laughed as your fingers slid down his chest and abs. After a silent moment, you smiled, grabbed your backpack, and went into the Secure area.
You looked back right before going through, Sebastian blew you a kiss before you caught it, and put “it” in your pocket to save for later.
As soon as you were through TSA agents, you pulled your phone from your pocket. A notification popped up that Seb posted on Instagram. He snapped a photo of you walking away down the corridor, backpack slung over your shoulder. He even managed to do an artsy blur, something you taught him how to do a few days earlier, so that everyone and everything around you was fuzzed out, focusing on you.
I love it when she’s here, but I sure love watching her walk away. *peach emoji* See you soon, babygirl.
Your eyes went wide, and all you could comment back with was OMG, you’re such an ass. You’re lucky you’re cute.
He commented back almost immediately with <3 <3 <3
Notifications flooded in, and all you could do was text Seb.
I love you. Boarding plane, message you in a couple hours.
Turning off your phone, you put your headphones in and drowned out the screaming child ahead of you. Before you knew it, you were back on the ground, with Y/F/N picking you up. Hundreds of notifications from the instagram post were blowing up your phone as you turned it back on, with you swiping through most, and got to your texts. Y/F/N grilled you for all sorts of details about the trip on the drive back.
You clicked Seb’s thread, and tapped out Back on the ground. Already miss you. Talk to you tonight.
