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I’m stealing this idea from another blog, and changing it a little! Everyone who reblogs this by the 31st will get a ghost-type baby Pokemon for spookytimes!

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Sebastian Stan Imagine-Soulmates

Warnings: None

Words: 558

“ Fuck that’s hot “

Those words have been on your wrist since you were born. It was part of life. everyone had the first words that their soulmate would say to them on their wrist. For you, it was kind of hard because how were your parents supposed to tell you that you had a curse word on your wrist while you were five years old? But you didn’t care about that. You were just lucky that you had a soulmate. Not everyone had one. Your friends, Rachel, didn’t have one. Well, she did for 13 years. But one day the words disappeared. At first, you didn’t know how that could happen but now you did. If your soulmate dies, your words disappear. Luckily, that didn’t happen to you. 

You look up at the waitress next to you. She fills your cup with water again. “ I’m sure he is gonna come…..” you say, more to yourself than to her. She gives you sad smile and nods before she walks away. You were waiting for your date. You met him at an online dating app, in hope that he would be the one. But that was 26 dates ago. And now you were meeting up with someone new. You check your phone again as you let out a huff of air. 27 minutes fucking late. 

That’s when you gave up. You stood up from your chair, ready to leave. But a man bumped into you. You two bumping into each other caused the hot soup in his hands to fall on the lap of a man sitting at the table next to you. He immediately jumped up and grabbed his napkin to clean the soup off of his pants. “ Fuck, that’s hot, “ he says, causing you to stiffen. Did he just- did he really say your words? “ Ugh, I’m such an idiot. “ you say, “ let me clean that up. “. You grab the bowl and spoon from the ground and hand them to the waiter who thanks you and quickly walks away. 

“ Are you okay? “ you ask the man, who is still trying to clean his pants. His face is looking pale and his eyes are blown wide, but still, he looks so handsome. Your heart can’t help itself but make a little jump when you see him. “ Y-Yeah…..Did you just…Say my words? “ he asks while looking at you. You quickly look at his wrist, and there they are. The words you just said to him. I’m such an idiot. You swallow thickly. You didn’t think that this was the way you would meet your soulmate. You always thought that you would meet him at a beach, with a sunset in the background. Not with him wearing a pair of soup drench pants and probably some burn wounds. 

“ So does this means we’re soulmates? “ he asks. You nod. “ Yeah, I think so. I’m Y/n by the way. “. You hold your hand out as he shakes it. “ Sebastian. “. He puts his hands in his pockets and stands there awkwardly. “ So, maybe we could get some soup. Heard they have a good soup here, but it’s a little hot. “. You laugh a little, he does so too. Maybe this isn’t the worst way to meet your soulmate.

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please ask me stuff

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1: Age

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if…

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What my last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who I wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

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masterlist

* = writers favorite

> = 300 words or more

| = 600 words or more

< = 1000 words or more

[ = 1500 words or more

old master list ( older fics ) 

Last update: 20-05-2019

A/N: So I made a new master list because my old one was stuffed and messy, it’s empty now but it will be filled over time. I also added my favourite fic each character to fill it a bit. 

Bucky Barnes:

Stuck in the middle | ANGST/ FLUFF * Every time that Bucky gets frozen he sees her. The love of his life. But will he ever find her outside of their little world?

Thankful [ FLUFF Bucky really wants to meet you during Vidcon, Peter is the only one willing to go with him. Even though he can’t understand the kid he still goes with him and is finally able to thank you. part 2

Chris Beck:

Space cake [ FLUFF  You go to a party with Chris and takes a piece of cake without knowing what it is.

Jefferson:

I missed you | FLUFF/ ANGSTJefferson has enough of the stupid spell and decides to take matters into his own hands.

Lance Tucker:

Daily Book > FLUFF The reader owns a bookstore and Lance is one of her daily clients. He comes in every day to read something and buy something. And today is no exception.

Sebastian Stan:

Please don’t hate me > FLUFF Sebastian has to tell the reader something but he is afraid that hey will be mad at him.

The bug behind the gates [ FLUFF/ 2% ANGST Sebastian steals daisies out of a strangers garden almost every day. One day, they catch them doing it and think that he is going on the date and that’s why he needs the flowers.

TJ Hammond:

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Hi, i had read Sugar Daddy a while back & I finally found it again! But i was wondering if you were going to continue it? I know its an old one but i was hoping you could maybe continue it. It was so good & I really wanna know what happens next!😭 but anyway, either way, good job on all your fics! & hope you can go back to Sugar Daddy🤞🏻

well isn’t it your lucky day! I wanted to start this blog up again and start writing again and I’ll definitely start with writing and finishing sugar daddy!

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I think we should start putting less pressure on gay people to ‘come out’ and more pressure on straight people to stop assuming everyone’s sexuality is fucking straight

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Sebastian Stan Imagine- Being his costar would include

A/N: School has been taking all my dawn free time so I don’t have a lot of time to write stuff but I’ll try my best to post a couple times this week. Also, did y’all know that worms don’t have lungs? They breathe through their skin. That shit’s crazy!

You would be working with him on a Marvel movie

you would be playing a friend of the winter soldier

Sebastian would call you nicknames like ‘ tiny ‘ or ‘ small bean ‘ because most of the cast is a fucking giant and you weren’t

He would bring you a coffee every morning

rehearsing together

“ Are you sure you can post that on Instagram? Won’t marvel get mad at us if we say something about the movie? “

“ O my fucking god, Y/n, it just says “ finished with the movie “ they won’t rip our heads off because of that. “

Practising together

Doing interviews together with Anthony Mackie

There are too many bloopers of you two bursting out in laughs

Pranking everybody

You two making theories for the new script

“ I’m telling you Steve and Sam will die in the next movie. “

“ Bullshit! Tony will die. Team cap will live on forever! “

Being the two biggest children on set

Hanging out in his trailer

Watching movies on Friday night to unwind after a week of shooting

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I wish you would write a fic where...

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

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i PERSONALLY would like to FALL IN LOVE please!!!!!! and have the SAME PERSON fall in love with me BACK!!!!!!! could i get some MUTUAL AFFECTION out here!!!!!!!!!!

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i updated it and it’s working again!!!

Hello! I love your account. I can’t seem to access the master list though. Could you help me out by any chance?

o, i didn’t know it stopped working. i’ll try to make it work. you can try looking up the tag “ masterlist “ on my blog or you can access my masterlist via this link: https://not-sebastian-stan.tumblr.com/post/177480210338/masterlist

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Hello! I love your account. I can’t seem to access the master list though. Could you help me out by any chance?

o, i didn’t know it stopped working. i’ll try to make it work. you can try looking up the tag “ masterlist “ on my blog or you can access my masterlist via this link: https://not-sebastian-stan.tumblr.com/post/177480210338/masterlist

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BROOOOOOO YOU GET A FREE PIN IF YOU SEE X-MEN: DARK PHOENIX!!!!!!!!! I got the quicksilver pin, but there are six pins you can collect in total!!!!

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Sugardaddy Masterlist

Summary: The reader works at one of the offices of Sebastian’s company. He comes to her desk every day to talk to her. One day he asks her to become his personal assistant, or in other words, a person to come and live with him so he won’t feel as lonely as he does. That is when the reader’s world turns upside down.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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it literally is though

#same energy

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masterlist

* = writers favorite

> = 300 words or more

| = 600 words or more

< = 1000 words or more

[ = 1500 words or more

old master list ( older fics ) 

Last update: 16-09-2018

A/N: So I made a new master list because my old one was stuffed and messy, it’s empty now but it will be filled over time. I also added my favourite fic each character to fill it a bit. 

Bucky Barnes:

Stuck in the middle | ANGST/ FLUFF * Every time that Bucky gets frozen he sees her. The love of his life. But will he ever find her outside of their little world?

Thankful [ FLUFF Bucky really wants to meet you during Vidcon, Peter is the only one willing to go with him. Even though he can’t understand the kid he still goes with him and is finally able to thank you. part 2

Chris Beck:

Space cake [ FLUFF  You go to a party with Chris and takes a piece of cake without knowing what it is.

Jefferson:

I missed you | FLUFF/ ANGSTJefferson has enough of the stupid spell and decides to take matters into his own hands.

Lance Tucker:

Daily Book > FLUFF The reader owns a bookstore and Lance is one of her daily clients. He comes in every day to read something and buy something. And today is no exception.

Sebastian Stan:

Please don’t hate me > FLUFF Sebastian has to tell the reader something but he is afraid that hey will be mad at him.

The bug behind the gates [ FLUFF/ 2% ANGST Sebastian steals daisies out of a strangers garden almost every day. One day, they catch them doing it and think that he is going on the date and that’s why he needs the flowers.

TJ Hammond:

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oooooo this is so cool thanks for tagging me!❤️

Nicknames: pien, nadiné, denzel, pik, dien

Gender: female

Astrological sign: sun taurus ♉️ moon capricorn ♑️

Height: 173 cm ( 5”7???)

Sexuality: bisexual

Hogwarts house: ravenclaw i think, i’ve also gotten slytherin but mostly ravenclaw🦡🦅

Favorite animal: FROGS 🐸. i love frogs they are cute, they are squishy, they are green bois they are everything you want in your life. get one.

Number of blankets: listennnnnn. i like weight on me, okay? so i have four blankets. i got just normal covers, nothing fancy, then i got two quilts. like those heavy weight quilts. they are goooddd. and than a knitted blanket for aesthetic reasons. also, i have seven pillows and when i go to sleep i push them all out of my bed before i fall asleep because i can’t sleep with a pillow but when i’m chilling in bed, i want a pillow to lay on, you know?

Where I’m from: Utrecht, the Netherlands. but like at the edgy at the rural part of it. so i live ten minutes away from the city center but also two minutes away from farms and stuff.

Dream trip: road tripping around Europe in a van. I would just buy a van, pull out the backseats, put a mattress in and your around. I would go to France, Italie, Greece, Romanian, Sweden. just allll of Europe. it would be lit.

When I created this account: oktober last year??? i remember it being created around Sebastian Stan’s birthday. i think it was a month or two after it????

Why I created this account: i wanted to write. i’ve never had an blog before so i thought, why not? so i created this one. 😊

tagging: @h3artach3ang3l @flirtybelieve @unlikelygalaxygiver @wxnters-amxrica @liamalfoy @writingisajourney @28barnes @cptnrxgrs @night-snows00 @givinggoodvibes @thatbxtchwhodidthat @aletheladyinred @vintageintrovert @cosmiclovecharm @tomhollandsthings @awkward-walking-potato @oivaye @whitewlof @0starlighteclipse0 @fightmemate

Tagg Gamee !!

Tagged By: @the–sad–hatter Seriously thank you for tagging me, this was fun 💕

Rules: Tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know better :)

Nickname(s): Jay, J-Dog, JJ, Jess, Jessie

Gender: Female

Astrological Sign: Capricorn ♑️

Height: 5”8

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hogwarts House: Slytherin 🐍

Favourite Animals: ohhh I love almost all animals, but I particularly love Fennec Foxes. They are just so cute and their giant ears omgggg. But I love all animals, including (but not limited to) snakes, penguins, mice, chinchillas, dogs, cats, bears and rabbits.

Number of Blankets: Currently a duvet and a blanket. But I also have an (un)healthy obsession with pillows. I have 18 on my bed. All different sizes and shapes.

Where I am from: London, England

Dream Trip: okay so this depends on the weather. But on a Baravia 65 yacht and sailing around the world. I’d take my time and I’d love to swim with dolphins. But I’d also love to be in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with just my dog at my feet, with the rain outside the window, a candle burning and a good book in my hands.

When I created this account: I think about November last year

Why I created this account: I mainly created it cause I got sick of seeing tumblr screenshots but not seeing the actual posts. I also read a few fanfics on insta and wanted an easier way to access them. So I came here.

Tagging: So since I don’t actually have 20 followers imma tag 20 people that I follow.

@tilltheendwilliwrite @the–blackdahlia @buckybarnesdaily @chrevastan @crispychrissy @wintersxsoul @wintersoldierswhore @writingsoftheloser @winchest09 @all1e23 @our-jensen-ackles-love @becs-bunker @bamby0304 @not-sebastian-stan @negans-lucille-tblr @covered-byroses @revengingbarnes @sgtjbuccky @itsbuckysworld @evansrogerskitten

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Sebastian Stan Imagine- Lavender Jackets

A/N: I’ve been reading a lot of mobster AU’s lately so i thought ‘ why not do one my self ‘ so here it fucking is. Also, I hit 1500 followers and I’m thinking about doing a contest or something but I don’t know if I should do it. Also, someone wife me. Like now. Like I just want a girl to hug in the night and tell corny jokes to hand hold her hand when I want to jskskskskkdkddkdk. Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings: none

Pairing: Mobster!Sebastian Stan x Coffeeshop-owner!Reader

Wordcount: 3K ( oops )

The warm, sudsy water runs down your fingers as you wring out the piece of cloth you use to clean the windows. Your skin wrinkles up at the feeling of wetness. You smile at the smell of cleaning supplies, coffee and lavender fills your nose. It’s the perfect smell. Clean, warm, soft and cosy. The perfect smell for people wanting to drink their morning coffee.

You drag the cloth over the glass, wet stains trailing behind. You wring the cloth out again. Grey, cloudy water coming out of it. You wipe the window again, and again, and again until the water coming out of the cloth is crystal clear. You let the cloth fall out of your hands into the water with a smile of accomplishment on your face. You grab the bucket of water and throw the water into the sink, placing the bucket underneath it. The door flies open as Tom and Elisabeth walk into your store. You look up at them and smile at the all too familiar sight of them. Elisabeth has her hair in a messy bun at the top of her head, bag slipping off her shoulder as she buttons her blouse up. 

Tom, on the other hand, looks well put together. The curls on his hair are perfectly styled, glasses sitting on his nose with his blouse tightly tucked into his pants. “ Good morning, “ you say. Elisabeth mumbles a good morning as she walks straight towards the coffee machine and makes herself a shot of espresso. “ I’m holding that back from your loan, “ you say jokingly as you hand Tom an apron to wrap around his hips. The pieces of ribbon flow trought his fingers as he makes a bow in it. Elisabeth grabs the apron that you are holding in the air for her and loosely ties it around her hips.

The first customer walks into the coffee shop. Elisabeth quickly takes her place behind the coffee machine while Tom is already standing behind the till. “ One lavender black coffee. With Camille syrop. “ the man says. Tom pushes the buttons on the till before he writes down the drink on a note. “ Would you like whipped cream on that? “ he asks. 

“ Who doesn’t? “you mumble to yourself as you place the clay mugs into the shelves. You hear the man ordering chuckle slightly before telling Tom to add whipped cream. The man walks away, probably to sit down at one of the tables or on a couch. You turn around to see him. His brown hair is on the longer side. You can tell that he tried to style it so that it’s out of his face but some pieces fell to the front of his face, to frame it. A soft stubble his splattered itself over his cheeks. A stiff, blue suit his managed a way to wrap itself around his body and glossy black shoes are on his feet. His eyes are fixated on the laptop he pulled out of the black leather back that is now standing by his feet. 

“ Tom, “ you whisper. Tom quickly makes his way towards you as he also starts to look at the man. “ Give him a free scone. He looks like he needs it. “. You see him frown his brows as he types away like his life depends on it. Pour guy, working so hard. More customers start to make their way into the shop. Some are regulars, some are new. But they are all looking for a relaxing coffee to drink in the morning. Even though you have your focus on the customers, you don’t miss the smile on his face as Elisabeth brings him his coffee and scone while telling him that the scone is on-the-house. 

You do that a lot, giving people free snacks. It’s not good for you income but the smiles on their faces when the taste the sugary pastry is way better than any amount of money. That’s why you do it all. To see people smile as they taste the combination of lavender and coffee for the first time. Or orange blossom and sweet tea. It relaxes them. That’s also why you don’t do paper cups. Only mugs, so that people need to take the time to sit down and drink something. To take a moment to escape the rush of their life.

You get pulled out of your thoughts by Elisabeth tapping on your shoulder. You turn around to see her pointing at the man you gave a scone to earlier. He gives you a small wave. “ He wants to talk to you, “ she says as she walks past you. You smile as you quickly walk over to him.

“ Thanks for the scone, “  he says. It’s only now that you hear his voice better. It’s deep, warm, inviting and scary at the same time. “ Your welcome. You looked like you needed it. “. You two stay silent for a moment while awkwardly looking at each other. “ Anyways, here is the money for it, “ he says as he reaches into his pocket to grab his wallet. 

You quickly shake your head while pushes his hand holding the money away. “ No, no. That’s not necessary. It’s on me. “. He keeps on offering you the money but after you keep on refusing it, he puts it back into his wallet. “ The world needs more people like you, “ he says. “ More people giving out scones. “. You laugh softly. To you, it sounds awkward and forced but to him, god. For Sebastian, it sounds so pure. So happy and so innocent, unlike anything else in his life. “ I have to go now. Thanks again, “ he says before walking out of the store.

From that day on he becomes one of your regulars. Coming in every day to try out something new. But he always ordered a scone with his drink. The first week he was still working while sipping on his drink. But quickly, that started to stop. He read a book, started doodling or writing his own stories. On quiet days, when the cafe was empty, he would just talk to you, Tom and Elisabeth. 

You were expecting him. You were ready for him to walk in and ask for a drink he hasn’t tasted yet. But he didn’t come in. At first, you thought that he just overslept, he always came at nine am on the dot. But when he hasn’t shown up by two pm, you decide that he was out of town for work, he always told you how busy he was with it. 

Tom and Elisabeth had already gone home. Their shifts are until five pm, after that you handle the last costumers yourself. Normally they stop coming in after twenty past five, so when you hear footsteps, meaning someone had entered the cafe, you were surprised. You look up from the counter you were wiping down to see a blond man walking towards you. He rests his elbows on the counter while looking at the menu. 

“ I’ll have a…..lavender late with whipped cream, please. “. You smile softly as you write down his drink. “ W-What did I say something weird? “ he asks. You shake your head as you start to make the drink. “ No it’s just, that’s the favourite drink of a friend of mine. “. 

You see him smile as well as you hand him the steaming drink. He takes a sip, letting out an unconscious moan because of the sweet taste. “ This is so good, I get why he wanted me to get you. “. You quickly give him a confused look.

“G-Get me? What do you mean? “. He takes another sip of his drink before placing it down on the plate that comes with the cup. He takes a long breath, probably because he has to say some hard news. Your grip on the counter tightens, your nails digging into the polished wood. “ Sebastian send me. “.

Relieve washes over you like a cool wave. But anxiety is quick to follow. Why would Sebastian send someone? Did he die? No, impossible. Dead people can’t send someone. “ He wanted to speak with you in his office about your cafe. “. Before he continues with what he is saying, he takes a sip from his cup. A layer of soft, lavender coloured foam sticks to his upper lip. He wipes it away with the back of his hand. 

“ So are you coming or are you just gonna stand there? “ he says. You swallow thickly. Something about this seems wrong. Why would Sebastian want to talk to you about your cafe? He never asked about it? You loosen the bow in your apron and place it on the counter once it’s of your hips. You walk around to counter to get to the man. 

“ Let’s go, “ he says as he grabs a pair of keys from his jacket. It is now that you pay attention to the jacket. It’s a leather jacket, a lavender branch embroidered on the back together with the words “ Stan and Evans “, whoever they are. “  Like the jacket?” he asks as he holds the door open for you. You nod as wait for him to step out of the cafe so you can lock the doors. 

“ I’m the ‘ Evans ‘ if you were wondering. “. Great, he has a name. You take another look at Evans. Blue jeans, grey shirt, jacket, black gloves, beany pulled over his ears with blond locks pocking out of it. At least he doesn’t look like he will kill me.

You find out that the keys he pulled out of his jacket belong to a motorcycle when Evans sits down on it and puts the keys in it. He holds a helmet in the air for you. You grab it and pull it over your head. With a smooth swing of your leg, you take a seat on the bike behind Evans. You hesitantly wrap your arms around him. You can practically hear him smirk as he rides away from the cafe.

The cold wind pushes the strains of hair pocking under the helmet out of your face. The bright lights of New York contrast the pitch black sky above you. Evans gives the motor more speed, riding through every street and taking every turn just a tad to late because it ‘ gives him a thrill ‘. 

“ Can you feel the wind?! “ he yells at you while keeping his eyes on the road, thankfully. “ Yeah, “ you say as you keep on looking around you, trying to remember street names or shops. It’s something that you read online. You can practically see the article before your eyes. “ Remember streets names, shop, landmarks or other known areas when you are taken against your will. “. Well, your not completely taken against your will but for you, it feels the same.

“ Almost there, “ he says just loud enough for you to hear it. Your eyes quickly fall on a building. Bright letters saying ‘ Stan and Evans ‘ eliminate one side of it while the other is eliminated by the light coming out of the building itself. You can see people working through the windows. Some are talking to each other, others are on their computers. You see some man and woman talking to each other while wearing the same jacket Evans is wearing. 

Evans stops the motorcycle in front of the building. A brunet wearing a tight red dress quickly walks towards him, he hands her the keys and his helmet. He turns around, clearly waiting for you to hand your helmet as well. You loosen the chin strap and pull the helmet over your head. You don’t have to look at your hair to know that it is all messed up now. 

With a small smile, you hand hear the helmet. She gives you a nod and walks away. “ Come one, Sebastian is waiting. “. He opens the door of the building, a wave of cleaning supplies, cheap vodka and gingerbread cookies hits you. The combination of the three makes you want to gag but you stop your body from doing so. You follow Evans into the elevator that is next to an indoor fountain. Who has an indoor fountain?

The nervous elevator music is beginning to make your blood boiling. You tap your foot nervously as you try to prepare yourself for whatever is about the happen to you. An annoying ‘ding’ notices you that you arrived on the floor you’re supposed to be on, or on the floor where Evans wants you to be. 

When the doors open, Evans quickly makes his way out of the small elevator/ You follow him because you really don’t want to be left alone in the building. You pick up bits and pieces of conversations people have around you while you still try to put your focus on where the hell Evans is walking to.

“ Has anyone seen Scarlet? Or Anthony? “ a blond man asks with an Australian accent. You look at him for just a second. He is standing with a group of people, all wearing the same leather jacket Evans has. “ They’re in his office. “.a man says from behind his desk. He too is wearing a leather jacket, but you can see the back of his. Another name is embroidered on the jacket. It’s small and with a darker tread than the other embroidery’s. Kaluuya. Maybe that’s his name.

You get pulled away from the conversation by Evans clearing his throat. You look up at him, now standing in front of some office. “ Be nice to him. It’ll save your life. “. Of course, it’ll save my life, kindness is important, right? Or did he mean- o god I hope not?

He opens the door and stuffs you into the office. You take a look around. You see Sebastian sitting behind a desk. A man and a woman, probably the Scarlet and Anthony the people outside were talking about, sitting in two chairs in front of him. The leather jacket is hanging from the wall in a glass frame. Different photos are hanging from the wall, but one catches your attention. It’s a photo that was clearly made with a phone. It has Sebastian and you on it, Tom took the photo. It was during a rainstorm, Sebastian got into the cafe soaking. 

Sebastian’s eyes fall on you, a small smile tucking on his face. “ We’ll discuss it later, “ he says to the people sitting in the chairs. They quickly make their way out of the office. You expect the banging of the door to go through the office like it does in movies, but it doesn’t.

“ Please, sit. “. Hesitantly, you walk towards the chairs in front of Sebastian and take a seat in one of them. They still smell like the leather of the jackets. “ So…” you say as you start to fiddle with your hands. “ You might be wondering why you are here, “ Sebastian says as he runs a hand through his hair. You noticed that he did that whenever he was nervous. What was making him nervous now?

“ See, I like your cafe. Like a lot… “. You nod softly as you look at him. The smile on his face quickly grows at the sight of your face. “ Really? I didn’t notice, “ you say sarcastically. You can hear Evans holding his breath, waiting for whatever Sebastian would say to you being sarcastic. Maybe he would have hit anybody else that was sarcastic to him, maybe he would kill them in cold blood, maybe he would laugh along with them. God, you wish you would never find out.

The soft chuckle releasing itself from him takes all your worries away. “ Anyways, I didn’t bring you here to talk about how amazing your cafe is, “ he says with a serious tone. Oh, no. “ I brought you here to talk about giving your cafe a…second location. Maybe in, I don’t know, my building. “.

His building? Would he be the Stan on the jackets? “ A second-What? “ you ask in full shock. You were expecting him to say something about throwing you into the ocean with the sharks or about how you did something wrong, not about giving you a second location.

“ A second location, in my building. So I can get my new drinks without having to travel whole New York for it. “. He says it so happy, so pure. Like that’s really all he wants. His new drinks. You chuckle softly as you shake your head, the smile quickly dropping from his face. “ A second location would be perfect for business, but I don’t have enough money for it. “. 

Sebastian reaches over the desk with his hand to grab yours that has been laying on the desk during the whole conversation. “ That’s why you don’t have to pay for it, “ he says. “ I’ll pay for the location, interior stuff like that. All you have to pay for is the coffee. “. A smile creeps his way into your face, spreading butterflies trough Sebastian’s stomach. 

“ Wha-What? Are you serious? This isn’t a joke, right? “. The shake of Sebastian’s head brings you a wave of happiness. “ O my god, I don’t know how to thank you! “ you say, now beaming. “ Just give me a drink from time to time. “.

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