#momentswithsebastian

[cevans-is-classic]

Moment Eight

The first time one of them said I love you! Another for Moments With Sebastian

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18+ Only please! Warnings: Language mostly. If you'd like more head on over to My Masterlist

It was strange to be on the other end of the waiting game, wondering when you’ll be home and hoping you have time to call him that day.

The other day he went for a run in your neighborhood if only to look up at your window and wish you were inside.

His phone buzzed, jerking his feigning attention from the movie to see your face light up the screen.

Seb grinned when he slipped the video open, “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

You rolled your eyes, “Please like you’re supposed to be awake.”

“How did it go?” He shifted, leaning into the armrest of the couch, feet propped up as he watched you stretch.

“Pretty well, we did location shots today,” You waggled your eyebrows at him, “I got to be a murder victim for once. In the morning they’re wanting to do the asylum shots and then I’m done. Babe, I agreed to do this for a friend, but I should have booked a hotel or something. My back? Not made for a couch anymore.” You made a face, nose scrunched up, and behind your head, Seb could see the arm of a blue couch tucked under your own red pillow.

“You’re not even thirty yet.”

“It’s the miles, not the year, Baby, and I’ve put a lot of miles on this puppy.” He laughed, barking out loud. He missed you so much it hurt.

“You’re going to get some sleep, right?” He could see the strain behind your eyes, the long hours getting to you, and no amount of de-puffer could cover it up.

“I took some sleeping pills. I’ll be okay and before we know it, I’ll be back home in my bed where I belong.” A dreamy look filled your eyes, your gaze falling right off the camera. Seb took a screenshot, winking as you glared at him.

“Would you like me to be in bed with you or is this a solo dream?”

You huffed, “You have a key now, by all means, crawl into bed scaring both my roommates and our cats. It’ll be a lovely thing to come home to.”

“Jedi adores me, as does Wes.”

“Bart and Lumi?”

“I think both of them secretly hate everyone you’re just pretending they don’t. When I had to come over to help you move your new frame in, I thought Lumi was going to pour hot coffee down my shirt and I’m pretty sure both Them and Bart hissed at me.”

You laughed, slower, eyes closing and a soft hum drawing out the sound, “I miss you.”

Seb smiled, “I miss you too.”

“What if-” You bit your lip, eyes closing again, longer this time before you opened them, “I didn’t go straight home when I got back?”

His heart pounded, a shiver of excitement went through his body, “Oh?”

A shrug, “I could get a cab back to your place — curl up in bed with you.”

He watched the nervousness fill your eyes, lip being tugged between your teeth as you tried to keep yourself stoic, “I agree,” He started, “that you should do that.”

You smiled, a blush painting your cheeks, and Seb couldn’t think straight, “You’re beautiful.” The phone dropped the only view was the ghost on your nightshirt as Seb heard you groaning over the line.

“One of these days you’ll get used to the compliments.” He joked, grinning as you came back into view and glared at him.

“It’s not so much the compliments as the man saying them, Stan.” Your nose wrinkles up as you stick your tongue out at him, “If we should call anyone of us beautiful it's you. Those eyes? Those lips? God damn.” You fanned your face, biting your lip, and Seb rolled his eyes.

“Okay, Mackie 2.0 take it down a notch or my ego might explode.” He missed your laugh.

Hell, he missed all of you.

“Two more months and your extended warranty expires.” You joke, teeth flashing in the light from your phone.

Seb raised a brow, “Pretty sure it’s after five years that it expires.”

“Details. The subtlety was there, the finesse not so much. Anyway, two months and the second year is up, 365 days baby.” A nervous laugh followed by your hand gripping the back of your neck and Seb wanted to reach through the screen to remind you he wasn’t going anywhere; two years in and he was still as hooked as he’d been from day one.

“Any special request for the day?” You blinked.

“Puppets.”

Seb hissed, grabbing his chest, “Damn, you knew exactly what I wanted.” Again that laugh made his chest swell, your eyes crinkling around the edges and there it was the little snort he loved so much.

He knew he was falling in love with you nearly a year ago, but between his own issues and the ones you advertised with a neon sign both of you were careful not to say anything. Don’t push it, but every time you smiled at him, laughed at him, every time your hand brushed the back of his own or you were so frustrated at him you stormed away he wanted to shout it from the rooftops. Scream it loud enough the whole damn world would know that he loved you to the moon and back and anywhere in between.

Watching you settle down, Seb bit his lip, rolled his neck and cracked a smile at you, “Its getting pretty late, Sugar.”

A yawn and a stretch followed by a slow nod, “You get some sleep too, okay?”

“Absolutely, Dear. Goodnight.”

You blew him a kiss, lips puckered up, and exaggerated kissing noises crackled through the phone, “Goodnight, I miss you.”

Without really meaning to Seb took a breath in, sent a kiss back, and said, “I love you, sweet dreams.” and before your eyes could widen any further and you counteracted his words, he hung up the call and stared at the screen, waiting, counting down the seconds-

The Majesty: You S.O. B that was my gift to you!

Seb smiled, turned his phone off, and thunked his head on the back of the couch. Missing you with a wide-open hunger more now than ever.

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I hope you all enjoy it and I'm always open to request if you would like to see a particular moment between these two!!

[cevans-is-classic]

Moment Six

Yet another moment for my Moments With Sebastian series.

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This one is early on in Seb and Readers' relationship!

More can be found over on My Masterlist

18+ only, please. Language, sexual thoughts. I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I'm struggling with what I want the next moment to be so if you have any suggestions hit me up!!

From The Majesty: Are you free Thursday around two o’clock?

To The Majesty: Possibly. What’s up?

From The Majesty: Was hoping you could meet me at work and maybe a late lunch after?

Seb reread the messages again for the tenth time in the twenty minutes as he waited for you outside of a rundown, old building. Abandoned warehouse seemed harsh.

Now he was watching a group of people setting up cameras and lights with a lazy efficiency. Standing in front of the graffiti-covered brick wall of the warehouse two people—whom Seb assumed were models — wrapped around each other, one with a red spiked mohawk leaning into the shorter model both of their tattooed arms covered in fake blood that dripped onto the dusty concrete below.

He blinked when a flash went off.

He’s seen you after work before. There were definitely gloves involved. He’d even seen you slide your piercings back into place a few times and explained that now and then you had to take them out for the day. He’d brought you coffee once!

He’d met you outside of a quaint-looking tattoo shop, naturally, he had assumed you were a receptionist, but this — he looked around again and felt vaguely uncomfortable not being the one directed to ‘pose, stand still, look here’ that he didn’t know what to do with himself. When he heard someone shout a direction, he had an ingrained urge to do as he was told.

This was an unexpected turn of thought for him.

Three more models exited the building, one in nothing, but a black and ripped long shirt that hardly covered their knees the next dressed in all back from head to toe and carrying a sledgehammer. You were with them, your outfit seemed normal enough; a simple t-shirt and red shorts, your hair made into a faux-hawk, eyes rimmed with red and black makeup he certainly had never seen you wear before.

“Sebastian!” You called, eyes falling on him as you waved and jogged his direction.

Seb caught you in a hug, arms going around your waist, his face falling quickly into the crook of your neck, “Hey.” You bounced out of the hug to smile up at him, Seb looked down noticing your bare feet.

“I have questions.”

“I have answers.” They painted your hands. He watched your fingers move as you spread your hands out and wiggled them. They were black down to the knuckle as your ankles were.

“I thought you worked in a tattoo shop.”

You knocked your head back and forth, “It’s one of my part-time jobs. I have a piercing license which makes it decently easy enough to find work, I also help at a bookstore and can draw blood for a living.” Your shoulders were stiff.

“Hey, I’m not upset at you I’m only a bit confused is all. Are you a-” he left the words in the air waiting for you to grasp them.

Your gaze cut back up to him before you swung around to look at the work behind the two of you, “Alternative model, it’s why I moved to New York actually, but this is my first big-time shoot.” Your voice went soft, making Seb reach out for you, remembering belatedly about the paint. He faltered before deciding to wrap his fingers around your wrist and squeezing it once.

Looking at the photographers and model move around each other Seb stamped down the remaining confusion he had and stepped into you, wrapping his arms around your waist again and resting his chin on your shoulder, “You were trying to surprise me, weren’t you?”

You leaned your head into him, “Yeah, actually. After the last date when you were so open about what you do I was trying to figure out how to make this sound cooler than it was, but I figured I’d just-” another hand wave before you carefully rested your palm on top of his arm, “Are you still able to stay and-?” you tensed up again.

Seb kissed your shoulder, “Of course.”

-

Watching you being maneuvered around was breathtaking. The shoot was like nothing he’d ever seen before. The models were all covered from head to toe in tattoos, one proudly showed off scars on his chest as he cowered beneath you, black contacts masking the color of your eyes drawing Sebastian in as they dragged you through photo scene after photo scene. Not to mention your tattoos.

He’d seen a few, the ones that scattered across your arms and legs were easy enough to pick out, on your last date when you’d come back to his place and the two of you had made out on the couch before cuddling down with a movie and he’d been able to trace the inked lines with his fingers from the small universe on your left bicep down to the tattooed rings on your fingers. He’d seen a peek or two of the ones on your hips and shoulders from the pictures you showed him but never had he seen them up close like this before.

When it was time for the last shots he’d watched mesmerized as you walked back into the building with a robe on, a wig hiding your hair and face covered in bloody red makeup. As the robe fell away, it granted Seb the sight of you in a lacey red number that left little to the imagination. A dangle belly piercing reflected the surrounding lights, and his eyes glued to the rose and skeleton tattoos that made up the right side of your ribs.

You were in your element every step of the way, causing his chest to constrict with pride and definitely unrepentant lust. He wanted to memorize every tattoo, trace the ink with his tongue and bite into the ones of your thighs. Seb could see each piercing under the lights, the double balls on either side of your nipples piquing his interest until he had to shift uncomfortably in his chair.

You were gorgeous.

Breathtaking.

Seb wanted to see more of this side of you. The side that made jokes with your fellow models, introducing him to photographers he’d never heard of your smile bright and your laugh full as you helped them pack up and clear away the parking lot of the warehouse. You were bouncy, full of life and jokes, your feet bare, your hair sticking up every which way, and for a moment after you said goodbye to a fellow model who had shaken Seb’s hand and introduced themselves with a thick accent Seb couldn’t shake the thought of wanting to keep this side of you forever.

“Lunch still?” Your hand gripped his, leading him out of the parking lot and down the sidewalk, every step ending on a bounce of excitement.

“Of course,” He grinned at you, “How do you feel about ordering in though?” He wanted to ask you about all of this, everything, what got you into this, and where you wanted to go, but he also wanted to kiss the smile on your lips and taste the way you said his name.

Squeezing his hand, you nodded, “I’m down.”

Seb squeezed back, pulling in for a kiss letting his arm fall around your waist once more to hold on tight as you smiled against his mouth.

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As always my characters are nonbinary unless otherwise said. I hope y'all enjoy!!!

[cevans-is-classic]

god I love your sebastian stan stuff!!! Are requests open? I dont want to be rude and send stuff without asking

Request are definitely open!!!

Send away, Darlin'.