Sebastian Stan Short Stories

Sebastian Stan [6]

"This is Mine"

Present Day, Fiction

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I stepped out of the shower wrapped a towel that Seb had probably used earlier in the day. I took my hair out of its towel and ran my fingers through it to settle some of the tangles. It was usually a losing battle, but it couldn't be avoided.

I left the bathroom to get dressed, since I had left my clothes folded on the bed and away from all the humidity.

"Well, that's weird," I whispered to myself. Half of my outfit was missing. Only my underwear and pants were left on the foot of the bed. "Seb? Are you home?"

"I'm in here," he called out from the closet. I quickly pulled on the clothes he had left me and walked across our bedroom, into the walk-in closet we shared. He was looking at my side of the closet thoughtfully, and there was a laundry basket filled with unfolded clothes at his feet.

"I just did a load of laundry. What are those?" I asked. I could see the hoodie I had laid out for myself amongst everything in the basket.

"Would you offended if I called you a thief?" Seb asked. I began to blush, and it wasn't because I was only wearing a bra and jeans. Everything in the basket belonged to him. "Because I think it's true. All of these were in with your stuff, babe."

"It might be a little true," I conceded. "Can I have a shirt?"

"You have like a hundred of your own," he told me. He started laughing as he pointed to the row of hangers and shelves full of clothes I could choose from.

"Yes, but those don't smell like you," I tried to explain. "You smell good."

He couldn't stop smiling as I stood in front of him half naked.

"I don't think you need a shirt," he teased. I rolled my eyes at him, but I was grinning just as much as he was.

"You aren't mad?" I checked. Seb stepped across the laundry basket and put a hand on either side of my hips. He kissed my forehead sweetly and shook his head.

"I just thought it was funny how much you had stolen," he said.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that much. Just a shirt here and there," I argued. He arched his eyebrows like he didn't believe me.

"Oh really? Let's see," he said. He grabbed the laundry basket off the floor and carried it over to the bed, where he dumped it out. It was obviously much more than a couple shirts. I grabbed the first one I could, a flannel with the sleeves rolled up from the last time I had worn it. Seb and I both took a seat amongst the mountain of clothes.

"You know, now that I see it all in one place, I think there might be more than I remember," I admitted sheepishly. Seb threw one of his t-shirts at me playfully, and I started to fold it.

"Maybe just a little," he agreed. He started pulling shirts out of the pile but stopped when he came across a royal blue one with the NASA logo on the pocket. It was one of his favorite shirts because he had gotten during a promo event at Johnson Space Center in Florida. "I've been looking for this for six months."

"I've been wearing it for about eight," I told him. He tossed the shirt at me like a few of the others, and I threw it right back at him.

"Okay, let's see what else is in here," he said. He and I both started sorting and folding the clothes, commenting back and forth on what I had holed away. Well not really. If I had hidden anything, it was in plain sight.

All in all, there were a dozen t-shirts in various sizes and colors and two more flannels aside from the one I was wearing. Two hoodies (one of which he had stolen from the set of The Martian) and a pair of sweat pants he accidentally shrunk in the wash. He wasn't too upset about missing those. Four pairs of socks in funny prints which we had actually been stealing back and forth as we wanted.  One of his winter scarves, three beanies, and a pair of fleece lined gloves that were way too big for my hands. It was a pretty good haul.

"So now what?" I asked once we were finished. Everything was folded and sorted and ready to be put back in place, but I wasn't sure if that was with my clothes or his.

"Can I have my stuff back?" he asked charmingly. He flopped over onto the bed, his head landing only a few inches away from my thigh. I brushed his hair out of his face.

"Can I keep stealing it as long as I put it back?" I bargained. Seb sat up but scooted closer to me so I could kiss him. "And I'm wearing this shirt today."

"Deal," he answered. I put my hand on his cheek and moved closer to him. He pulled me down to his chest, and I laughed as a couple t-shirts fell in the floor. After realizing what happened, Seb purposely rolled me over. Another wave of clothes were displaced.

"You're making a mess," I told him.

"You're the one kicking stuff over," he countered. He quickly kissed me again, but I was laughing too hard.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too."

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Author's Note:

This one feels a little off, but I wanted to post something. I may go back and change some bits and pieces.

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