#reread the books n preparation for the new movie coming out... so silly so something for sure

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Tempting Fate- Chapter 23

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1,925

Warnings: fluff, anxiety, fluff

A/N: Hey, y’all! @sonofadeanwinchester and I decided it’d be cool if we wrote a series together. SO, HERE’S CHAPTER 23! also i have no idea how i pulled this off but this chapter definitely sucks but oh well

After a few days, you’d completely unpacked all of your stuff into Seb’s house, and most of the shock had worn off. You were still concerned that the two of you were moving too fast, especially since he had taken the initiative to move all of your stuff into his house without even telling you first. You knew you loved him, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to be an actor’s wife. Especially one who worked for a company as large as Marvel. He’d reassured you about his fans, but he wanted to take you to his press tours and premieres, and you weren’t sure how to prepare yourself for that.

You’re sitting on Seb’s balcony, with a beautiful view of L.A., a book in hand. You were rereading A Series of Unfortunate Events to get ready for the Netflix series. Seb had gone out to get groceries, and you’d declined his invitation to join him. You needed to relax and have time to think. You read for a little longer before you drift off to sleep.

You slowly wake up, noticing you’re no longer sitting outside in the chair. You’re laying in Sebastian’s bed, assuming that he moved you there when he got home. You stretch, checking your phone when you realize you’d been asleep for 3 hours. You hear footsteps in the hallway and Sebastian comes in, beaming at you.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” he says as he climbs on the bed, kissing you softly.

You kiss back hesitantly and he pulls away, confused.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ve been thinking…”

He winces, “that doesn’t sound good.”

“I’m nervous. I don’t know if I’m ready for press tours and red carpets and being next to you in the spotlight. I have all this overwhelming anxiety that I’m going to fuck something up and you’re going to leave because I might ruin your career.”

He picks you up as he crosses his legs, cradling you in his lap, “darling, when I mentioned press tours and all of that, those won’t happen for months. We have a long while to get situated and for you to get used to this world. There’s not a chance that you could ruin my career, because I won’t pick acting over you again. If it comes down to it, I’ll pick you.”

“Seb, you can’t do that. That’s not fair to you.” He scoffs, “what are you talking about? Of course it’s fair. I broke us when I chose acting the first time. You’re the love of my life, my soulmate, my everything. You’re so much more important to me than some silly career.”

You sigh, “Sebby, you love acting.”

“Yes, I do. But you know what?”

You raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish his thought.

“I love you more.”

You blush, kissing him softly as you turn to wrap your arms around him. He moves so you’re laying back down on the bed, “so is there anything else you’re worried about?”

You bite your lip, looking up at him, “I’ll let you know.”

He kisses your forehead, picking you up, “well I ordered Chinese, it’ll be here in a few minutes.” He carries you downstairs to the living room, sitting down to pull you on his lap as you turn on the TV. You change the channel to MTV, learning about the newest drama between two celebrities you really didn’t care about. The news changes, and it’s like you’re staring in a mirror. The reporter is talking about you and Sebastian, a photo of the two of you at LAX taking up most of the screen. She’s discussing how beloved you are among Marvel fans, and Sebastian kisses the spot behind your ear, making you shiver.

“I told you so,” he says smirking, leaning into kiss you before he’s interrupted by the doorbell. He stands up and opens the door, and you hear the delivery guy start to panic when he recognizes his customer.

“Oh my god, you’re-” Sebastian smirks, handing the guy cash, including a big tip, signing his autograph on a napkin. He closes the door behind him, coming back to join you on the couch.

He sets the bag on the table and you immediately dig in, biting your lip as Sebastian watches you.

“God, I love a girl with a healthy appetite,” he says, taking a bite of his own food.

You wiggle your ring finger, winking at him, “well I sure hope so, otherwise we’ve got a bit of a problem.”

He laughs as he turns on Netflix, putting on BoJack Horseman. You’d made him watch the first episode the day before, and he was addicted now. He’d even started calling you “Diane,” because you reminded him so much of her character. He was your Mr. Peanutbutter, goofy, yet absolutely charming.

You eat with your legs across his lap, leaning on him as BoJack screws something up again. This was probably your favorite series on Netflix, other than Shadowhunters. Matthew Daddario was your favorite actor. Other than your husband, of course. But speaking of Matthew, you knew if you had the chance, you’d climb him like an oak tree.

“But why is BoJack so fucked up?” Seb asks through a mouthful of egg roll.

“That’s what makes him so relatable. He’s just a big mood and he doesn’t know what he’s doing with his life.”

“I cannot believe you just said ‘big mood.’ Holland says that shit all the time. What a kid.”

You frown at Sebastian, “go easy on him, like you said- he’s just a kid. He’s probably as scared of all this huge Marvel stuff as I am. Actually, that gives me an idea. Can I have his number? Maybe he can give me some tips on how to not go into full blown panic attacks in front of the media.”

He thinks it over for a minute before nodding, pulling out his phone, “yeah, you know, that’s actually a great idea. And you can probably give him tips on how to act like an actual adult.”

You roll your eyes, “baby, we just got married at Disney World. I hardly think I’m the kind of person that should be giving advice on adulting.”

He laughs, kissing the top of your head as he forwards you Tom’s information. You text Tom and finish eating before curling up on your husband’s lap to continue BoJack. Sebastian runs his fingers through your hair, occasionally kissing your forehead. You and Tom text back and forth for a bit, and you smile at Sebastian.

“Can Tom come over for breakfast tomorrow? He says he wants to hang out with you away from everybody else since you seem the most chill.”

Seb shrugs, “fine with me. But he better bring his own bib,” he says as he finishes his food, placing the empty containers on the table.

You grin at him, pausing BoJack so you can turn to face him, “do you remember our first real date?”

You pace around your room in your turquoise blouse and white skinny jeans, waiting for Seb to come pick you up. He had finally asked you on a date, and you were panicking. You’d known him so long, what if this date ruined your friendship? You wouldn’t be able to handle losing your best friend.

You hear a knock on your front door and freeze before running downstairs to open the door. “I GOT IT,” you scream, not wanting anyone else to greet Seb. You open the door to your date holding a single sunflower. He hands it to you and kisses you on the cheek, leaving you a red-faced mess.

“You look beautiful,” he says, stepping inside.

You grin and put the flower in a vase in the kitchen before leaving your house with Sebastian. He opens the passenger side door for you and kisses your forehead, closing the door once you’re inside.

“So where are we going?” You ask as Sebastian starts up the car and starts driving.

“Oh, I’m not telling. It’s a secret.”

“Seb pleaseeeee…” you beg, puffing out your bottom lip.

“This is our first date, love. If I can keep it a secret, I’m going to keep it a secret.”

You frown, looking out the window. Your date puts his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently, “don’t worry, I know you well enough that I can promise that you’ll love it.”

He pulls up to a pizza place you’ve never heard of. It looks like it’s cheap, but it could still be a nice sit-down date spot. You walk in with him and he takes you to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes. He pulls out your chair for you and sits down in his own, smiling at you.

“Well, you were right, Seb. This is perfect.”

The waitress brings you both menus and you each order a Coke, and as she walks away, you can visibly see how nervous he is. You reach across the table and take his hand, looking him square in the eye.

“Sebastian, calm down. You don’t need to be nervous.”

He laughs, running his hands through his perfect, chestnut brown hair, “of course I need to be nervous, I’m on a date with my best friend, who--” he cuts himself off, removing his hand from under yours and grabbing his Coke from the waitress as she arrives. He takes several gulps of his drink and you thank her, asking for a few more minutes before you order.

“Who what, Seb?” You ask, taking a sip of your Coke.

He sighs, setting down his drink, “who I’ve been wanting to ask out for a while.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “well you asked me out and we’re on a date now, so chill so we can actually enjoy it.”

He smiles and picks up his menu, and you steal glances at him looking over your own menu. He looks more relaxed now, more like the Sebastian you’ve come to know and- you stop yourself, even though everyone knows you’re in love with him. Luckily, he’s too oblivious to know, but he’s not too oblivious to notice that you’ve been staring at him.

“Helllloooooo, Earth to (Y/N). Why are you staring at me?” He asks, putting down his menu.

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

“I know, I know, I’m so hot it’s distracting.”

Hot doesn’t even begin to cover it, you think as the waitress returns and you order. You get a breakfast calzone, and Sebastian gets a meat lover’s pizza. She takes your menus and walks away, and Sebastian raises an eyebrow at you.

“You do know you’re sharing that calzone, right?”

“Make me, Stan.”

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After dinner, Sebastian drives you back to your house, and you invite him inside to watch a movie.

“Okay, but we should probably watch it on the couch. Cuz ya know, Gabe.”

You laugh as you walk inside, plopping yourself down on the couch. Sebastian sits next to you and grabs the remote and puts on “13 Going On 30,” one of your favorites. Seb pulls you onto his lap, kissing the top of your head. You freeze, not knowing what to do. You know he’s an affectionate guy, but that’s not something he’s ever done before. You breathe and lay back on him, resting your head on his chest.

“You know,” he says through a yawn, “Mark Ruffalo seems like a cool guy. I’d love to meet him one day.”

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