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Bang Bang Bang
Your eyes shot open as the incessant knocking reverberated the walls of your small apartment. You looked across the dimly lit room and threw a glance at your alarm clock. 3AM? Who is knocking on your door at 3AM? Whoever it is better be dying, or they will wish they were in a minute. You slipped on your night gown, and slipped your socks on, the cold floor shocking your system for a second. You threw open the door to your bedroom and trudged to your door, still reeling from your rude early morning awakening. You opened the door, not expecting a drenched Sebastian Stan at your door, surrounded by a few bags of things, equally soaked from the rain that was currently hammering against your windows.
“God Seb its 3AM, get in here.” You rushed him inside, taking note of his shivering. you had met Seb 6 months ago. You had been cast in the same movie, with you sporting a slightly smaller role than him. It was one of your first in Hollywood, being a fresh 20 something coming onto the scene, so you sought out Sebastian for advice. Since then, most days on set were spent together, running lines, or sneaking food from the buffet into your trailers for little dinners together when you got the chance. He has taken to you so well, and you would say you were closer to him than anyone you had met in the film industry so far. Your friends would claim you had a little crush on him, but some things are better left unaddressed.
“What are you doing at my door at 3AM?” You let out a slight chuckled at the absurdity of the situation, whilst collecting some of the bags that sat at your doorway. You had secretly hoped for some sappy love declaration in the rain like you'd seen in the movies, but judging by the look on his face, and the bags that lingered outside the door, you figured that would be a bit of a stretch.
“Funny story actually” He let out an awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “My neighbour, he, did something, I'm not too sure what, but the whole floor of apartments is flooded, including mine.” He looked around sheepishly and took in your apartment. It was cute and dainty, much like yourself. He took note of some of the things hanging across the walls. Posters of a few movies you’d been in, certificates from high school, pictures of you and your friends. He saw a picture that he had taken of you two on the set front and centre, smiling at the memory.
“So you came here?” You stared at him as you grabbed a towel and some blankets from the cupboard. He stared back with a smile.
“Where else?” He spoke, making a smile break out on your face, and tiny butterflies float in your stomach. You knew Sebastian had never thought of you the way you thought of him. He was a lot older, and likely viewed you as a little sister more than anything. But it's not wrong for a beautiful man to give you butterflies, right?
You moved back to the couch to hand him the towels and blankets. “Well stay here as long as you like.” Offering him a warm smile. “Let me get changed and we can sort everything out.” With that you rushed back into your room and threw on some shorts and a vest top. You popped back out of your room and started to make some hot chocolate, Seb's favourite. “So, when do they think they will have everything fixed?”
“They said it'll be about a week, so I should be out of your hair soon.” He let out a small laugh, still watching you.
“Not too soon I hope, you know I love best friend time.” You let out a small smile, still focused on heating up the milk. If you hadn't been so preoccupied, you would've seen the look he was giving you, and you would've known it wasn't a look that best friends give each other.
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That day, however, was 3 weeks ago now. Now, you two were dressed up to the nines, and about to leave for your first press conference.
“Seba! Come on!” You shouted through the door of your apartment. Turns out it wasn't a week to fix his apartment, it wasn't even a month. There had been no news on his apartment for the last 3 weeks, so he had been staying on your couch indefinitely. You didn't mind, you revelled in everyday spent with him, like a dream come true.
He stepped out of the room, and you couldn't help but stare, he cleans up very well. In a way that makes you sweat just a little more and your mouth run dry. You offered him a smile, trying to distract from the blush creeping up your neck.
“Do I look okay?” You asked quietly, noticing the way his eyes racked up and down your figure. You wore a fitting dress, something recommended by your stylist, it had to be special for your first press conference.
“You look...” He didn't finish, as he drunk in your appearance, just the sight of you intoxicated him. Safe to say his feelings had grown over the shared time in your apartment, but that was something he could never admit to you. He was supposed to be a mentor, not fall in love with you for Christ's sake. During your time spent together, he felt as though he got to know you on a deeper level, days filled with midnight talks and cooking together, I mean it's hard not to fall for someone like you.
“Seb?” You questioned, waving your hand in his face after a minute of silence and an unfinished sentence.
“Yeah, yeah I'm great.” He pulled himself out of his thoughts, as a smile spread across his face as he stared down at you. The car beep outside took both of your attention, as he snaked a hand around your waist. “Our carriage awaits, my dear.” You both laughed as you headed to the door, nervous as ever.
You slipped through the double doors of the hall, Sebastian protectively behind you. You glanced back at him with a nervous smile, your head feeling fuzzy before you had even entered. He instinctively squeezed your hand and whispered calming notions in your ear. You walked into the centre of the hall with Sebastian in tow. As soon as you stepped up, a chorus of ‘look over here’, ‘Sebastian’, ‘Y/N’ rang out, and blinding flashes of pictures being taken. It all felt like too much. You glance up at Sebastian, and e gave you a warm smile, and snaked his hand around your waist, something that instantly calmed you. You felt ready to take it all on.
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After hours of interviews, intricate questions and plenty of pictures, you and Sebastian barged through the door of your apartment and threw yourselves on the couch. Sebastian loosened his tie and undid his top button, whilst you took your hair out and jewellery of before falling back into his arm that was threw across the couch.
“Why didn't you tell me press conferences were SO exhausting?” You sighed, loving the feeling of the soft couch treating your back.
“I couldve told you that, lovely.” He laughed a little, settling into the couch. And thats how you drifted off, for the next 12 hours. Shoes strewn across the floor and bits of your outfits across the coffee table.
The repetitive sound of your phone buzzing woke you up. As you moved to reach for it, Sebastian stirred and woke up, glancing up at you through his lashes. “What time is it?” His groggy voice came.
“Oh sorry i didnt mean to wake you, its 10Am, and my phone is going crazy” The phone screen lit up your face as you looked at the countless notifications on your phone. Your eye was caught by a text from your friend that read ‘YOU AND SEBASTIAN STAN ARE TOGETHER ARE YOU SERIOUS?’. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you continued to scroll and finally opened twitter. Sebastian moved closer to you to see what had caused your silence. Your screen lit up with photos of you from the press conference, with the hashtag #AVImovie.
“Guess the press tour photos have been released.” He chuckled, thinking over last night.
“i guess so, i dont know why my friends are blowing me up though.’ You clicked on the screen and saw a collage of misleading hashtags. #sebsgf. #couple. #AVImovie. What is going on? You clicked on a hashtag and scrolled. Hundreds of the same photo. You and Sebastian centred, his arm around your waist, and staring into eachothers eyes. They had all kinds of captions. ‘i want someone to look at me the way she looks at him.’ Oh god, if he didnt know you liked him before, he might be getting the picture. Another headline, ‘Sebastian Stan smitten on the carpet with co-star Y/N’. You turned to look at Sebastian, who had the most horrified expression on his face. Gut Punch. Fucking Twitter. You coughed awkwardly, hoping to draw the attention away from the never ending stream of notifications.
“Okay, you dont have to look at me like the mere thought of being with me would end the world” You got up from the couch and cleared your throat.
He just stared at you, day old makeup, with a bedhead. He stared like you were the last thing on earth. He realised they were absolutely right. He was completely smitten by you. He rushed to follow you. “Wait thats not whats happening.” He gripped your arm lightly and turned you to face him. You looked up at him through your lashes expectantly. “They're right.” he said, barely above a whisper.
“Whos right?” You looked to him confused.
“The people, the people on the phone, i am completely smitten with you” He chuckled lightly, throwing a glance toward your phone.
Your breathe hitched in your throat. “I thought you only thought of me like a sister, Seb you literally said that to me not 6 months ago.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I know, but that was before i started staying here, and i saw you in a whole different light” He cupped your face with his hand and stared at you hopefully. But you didn't have to say anything. You just leaned in and brushed his lips against yours.
“i think they're right about me too.” You whispered before closing the gap between you too. So much emotion got poured into the kiss, months of waiting, watching, hoping, all being taken out in your living room at 10AM. It was everything you had both imagined it to be. Soft. Passionate. Felt like a dream come true. You both pulled away breathlessly, staying close.
“You know,” He whispered softly, “My apartment was fixed last week.” A sneaky smile grew across his face as you pulled away, slack jawed, an incredulous look on your face.
“You bastard!” You shouted playfully, giggling as you threw a pillow at him. He caught it swiftly, and picked you up as you let out a loud laugh.
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