When twenty-eight-year-old Sebastian Stan scores a huge role for Marvel's newest superhero origin movie, secretly dedicated to his best friend's cute obsession with the comics, both Sebastian and (y/n) meet "some guy" from Boston and (y/n) falls in...
"I have a very nice yellow dress that I haven't worn yet..." I trailed off, pulling out a hanger from within my closet, pulling down the zipper of it's protective casing to reveal it to Sebastian, who was sitting on my bed, holding three pairs of heels in his lap.
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I move behind the dress and lean it against my body, looking down at it and imagining it on me at the premiere. "That is the yolkiest color I've seen in my life."
I playfully smacked Seb on the leg and laughed, laying it down over on the bed and turning back to my clos to look for another option.
"Or like... a very ripe mango."
"Very funny how you're only using food to compare the dress to."
"Just because you're devourable." he winked.
"That's not a word."
"I'm not saying 'devouring'." Sebastian retorted in a sarcastic tone, the little shake of his head a sign that he wasn't joking.
I bite my lip and scrunch my nose at him, turning back to pull out a leather... something leather. I push the closet doors shut and look at the rough fabric, eyebrows knitted together as I stared at it confusingly. It looked like some sort of jacket... a cropped one with short sleeves and a pretty nice collar... it wasn't for causal wear and it definitely wasn't for fancy occasions like the red carpet.
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"Well that's a pretty thing."
I slip my hands into it and fix it over my shoulders, turning my head back to look at its the curve of the fabric that pointed up your back through the mirror installed on the closet doors. "You think? I don't even know why I have this."
"Well, it's looks like something (y/n) Celastiel would wear. Maybe it's from the set?"
"Maybe... but I don't remember wearing this in the film." I tell him, rubbing my head for where I might have gotten it. I look back at the three dresses I had pulled out from the closet, then at the shoes that were in Sebastian's lap. I really liked the yellow dress though...
