Together, Together (Series)
Every relationship has two sides of the same story.
Chris/Seb, Seb/Xavier, Chris/Jenny - Read full warnings/tags on Ao3
Chris rests both hands on the counter.
“No mustard,” he says, but then he sees that the lady already has a knife in her hand on its way to the mustard jar. He opens his mouth. “Uh. That’s fine.”
She gives him a look over the glass case.
“It’s fine.” He scratches the back of his neck and then bobs his head uselessly. “Yeah, mustard.”
Read: To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Sebastian Stan (Part 1)
He imagined going back and telling that awkward kinda chubby kid he was in the ninth grade that one day he’d be performing on stage at Carnegie Hall. Telling him that the movie you’re in goes off like a bomb when it premieres, having people immediately talk about it being nominated for an Oscar. About having some of the people that Sebastian thought he could have only dreamed of working with contacting him to ask if he would audition for their projects.
That kid would have never believed it could be real. Neither did Sebastian.
Read: The Death and Life of Sebastian Stan (Full)
Chris sighs as he looks over the script.
He didn’t know they were shooting this scene today. Fuck. He loosens the straps on his chest and flops back in his chair, skimming the lines again. Are these new? He looks around, trying to see if there’s a PA in immediate sight.
The only other person in here is Hemsworth, picking over the snack table.
“These script changes are going to kill me, man,” he grumps, yanking down one of the big black capes that hang in a row by every tent entrance and exit.
Read: To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Sebastian Stan (Part 2)