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Imi place cand zambesti // Sebastian Stan

A/N (just before I start)

i have no idea why, but you're a writer again in this chapter, and i feel like this is gonna happen kind of a lot so sorrysorrysorry in advance

and i talk about chocolate-covered strawberries in this, if you're allergic to either of those things/don't like them/ would prefer something else, just pretend it's something else, i only picked them because it sounds romantic (i'm imagining that they're spaghetti instead)

this is just utter bs and it's super short, so sorry, i vommed this morning and i feel so crappy but just ignore how bad this is because i'm still kinda ill but agh i need to write more <3

a/n inside an a/n (because i'm going back and adding pics to these bitches)

i just really fucking like this picture of him

he so sweet

viv x

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   "I'm back." Sebastian yelled upon opening the door to your apartment, the door clattering shut soon after. You didn't react, just pinching the bridge of your nose and leaning back on the sofa, laptop close to slipping off your lap. You pulled it back just before it fell.

   "Y/n?" He hollered, confused, and you heard him go into the kitchen.

   "I'm in here." You finally sighed and he walked though, dropping bags onto the floor to sweep you into a hug, your laptop miraculously not breaking when it fell. You loved it when he was like this - beaming and wearing that sweater he knows you love second-best (your first favourite was the one you were wearing at the time. It gave you sweater-paws, and it was the softest thing you'd ever felt, bar Sebastian's skin), the second he walks through the door making a point of giving you a hug because he knows that you get stressed when you write.

   "SEB, oh my God, stop!" You laughed half-heartedly when he started enthusiastically kissing your hair and squeezing tighter.

   "I just missed you." He murmured into your hair when he released. You picked your laptop back up and wrote a little more.

   "My hair can't hear you, don't think it's gonna reply if you talk to it, and you were gone for an hour. You can't have missed me." You sighed, rubbing your drooping eyes and widening them to try and wake yourself up a little more.

   "But I did." He whispered back, taking your hair out of the clasp you'd messily pulled it into. He ran his fingers through it gently, expertly twirled it upwards and secured it while you nibbled your bottom lip, managing a couple sentences before reaching up to touch his neck and stop him kissing yours.

   "Hey, read this for me, I can't work out what's wrong with it." You said and he tilted his head so he could keep going at your neck while he read. You could feel him mouth the words against your skin and you shivered a little. You felt him smile then, then vaulted over the back of the sofa to kiss your mouth.

   "Baby, it's amazing." He beamed. You rolled your eyes and tried not to smile.

   "You always say that."

   "It's always true."

   "Oh my God, Seb, stop grovelling." You laughed a little and kissed his forehead, putting your hands out to write again. He quickly caught your wrists in one huge hand and pushed the laptop onto the cushions with the other, gently tugging you upwards and leading you into the bathroom.

   "What are you doing?" You asked, a small smile creeping over your lips when he started to run a bath, plugging up the bottom and pouring way too much bubble bath into the stream of running water.

   "I'm making you smile. Get in, I'll be a minute." He left, fleetingly kissing your hair again on his way out. You rolled your eyes fondly and stripped, sinking into the foamy bubbles and sighing contentedly, eyes shut. For a minute, you could just hear rustling in the kitchen and the water filling up the tub, but Sebastian soon came back in and you looked over, then grinned. He'd bought chocolate-covered strawberries - they were your treat whenever he got a role or you finished another book. You were smiling, though you didn't know why. Even just being around him now made you inexplicably happy.

   "Why-"

   "Imi place cand zambesti, y/n." He smiled sweetly, sitting on the edge of the tub and feeding you a first strawberry.

   "Seb, you're hot when you talk in different languages, please keep doing it, but you could literally be telling me I look like a hairless cat and I wouldn't know. Translate yourself." You smiled, biting another strawberry.

   "I like when you smile." He murmured, then leaned forward to quickly kiss you. You leaned back and raised your eyebrow at him, still smiling a little.

   "Are you getting in or what?"