#seb is right in the middle in both ways true middle child energy

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CSiblings: Sebastian Stan and Jason Ralph

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As long as it takes. (”Savage Garden” - Part 18) (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Description: “I’ll wait for as long as it takes, as long as I get you at the end" You meet Sebastian Stan on the street in New York. What starts off as a fan encounter stretches to an unexpected coffee date and before long you’re caught up in a whirlwind and left with an internal struggle of what to choose.

Word Count: 5456

Warnings: Minor language.

Author’s note: Guys! I am SO SORRY it has taken me so long to write and post. Thank you for sticking it out with me. Hope you enjoy! I’d love to hear what you think!

When you pulled into the parking deck and parked the vehicle, you gently shook Sebastian after staring at his restful face for a moment.

“Sebastian…Seb…we’re back.”

He barely acknowledged your words, but lifted his eyelids slightly so that his icy blues were revealed under fluttering eyelashes, and closed his eyes again, making you chuckle.

“C'mom, silly goose. Let’s go upstairs.”

His response was silly, keeping his eyes shut and turning his face away from you. You grabbed your things and got out of the vehicle and went to his side. When you opened the door, you leaned across him, unbuckling his seatbelt and then placing your cold hands behind his neck. His eyes opened in reaction the chill.

“Babe, c'mon, I know you know I’m strong, but I can’t carry you upstairs.”

He looked at you, one eyebrow raised, gazing at you pretending to be offended by your words. However, he made no motion to move, so you went to your last resort. You leaned slowly in near his face, then turned your head slightly so you could whisper in his ear. Placing a gentle hand on his thigh, you whispered:

“You can sleep in the vehicle, orrrr you could come on upstairs and we could continue what we were in the middle of earlier this afternoon.”

He almost pushed you out of the way, causing you not to be able to contain your laughter.

“You are such a child!”

He didn’t respond, just grabbed your hand and practically yanked you to the elevator doors.

Once you were safely inside and the elevator began to move, he turned to face you and pulled you close. Gingerly, he placed his lips to yours, and before you knew it, your hands were running up the back of his neck and to his hair hungrily, he began to walk you backward towards the elevator wall, but the elevator stopped at the apartment first. He groaned into your mouth at the interruption. He practically ran, dragging you behind him to the door and unlocked it. As soon as you were inside and the door was closed behind you, you grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him back into the kiss. He pushed the two of you into the wall behind the door. You felt him lean down, placing his hands just below your butt, picking you up and running you just higher than him up the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist automatically as his lips caressed your neck.

The moment was interrupted by your giggling. He paused.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Keep going.”

He pressed his lips to your collarbone, moving slowly across your chest to the other side of your neck. You couldn’t contain another set of giggles. You heard him huff lightly and place his forehead to your collarbone, in frustration.

“Seeba! I’m sorry. It tickles. I’m sorry I laughed.” You twisted your fingers in his hair and tugged gently so that he’d look up at you. Once his face once close enough to yours you set a peck on the tip of his nose.

“I’m sorry I ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin it. You didn’t ruin anything,” he replied, his voice deepening with the final bit. You felt him grasp you tighter and closer to his own body and began to carry you toward the bedroom.

———-

The following morning, you awoke to a cold spot next to you. It was clear Seb hadn’t been in bed for a while. Typically you woke up if he moved, but you must have been so exhausted you hadn’t noticed. You listened intently for any sound, but you were met with only silence. He must have gone out, possibly taking Chloe with him as you didn’t see her at the foot of the bed. You stretched and figured you wouldn’t be able to sleep much longer anyway so you got up and headed for the shower. The scalding water loosened the tight muscles in your body so you remained in the shower longer than planned. Once finished, you wrapped a towel around yourself and stepped out. You heard noise in the apartment that didn’t belong to you.

“Sebs? Is that you?” You called. He stuck his head in the door, eyes shut tight so that his face scrunched.

“Yeh, it’s me. Are you proper so that I can open my eyes?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and chuckle.

“Yes, silly goose. I’m ‘proper’ as you say…well, proper enough.”

He opened one eye and grinned at you before opening them both, full set of pearly whites about blinding you.

“Just checking,” he said before winking at you. “Chloe and I went out and got some breakfast and espressos. I needed some extra energy after last night.”

This comment caused you to scoff a little, his childishness would always sneak up on you in a rush. You couldn’t help the blood rushing to your face though.

“Oh hush.” You turned away from him, but he could see your face in the mirror, knowing exactly how scarlet it was.

“I’ll set everything out in the kitchen.”

“Okay. Thank you.” You said this, avoiding his stare, and beginning to brush through your hair. He stood there a moment longer, of which your body seemed well aware of before he finally closed the door and you heard Chloe following him out of the room and down the hall.

After throwing on a tank and a stolen pair of Seb’s sweatpants, choosing to let your hair air dry, and making your way to the kitchen, you sat down beside Sebastian at the kitchen island.

“Good morning, by the way,” he said softly, leaning over and placing a light kiss on your bare shoulder.

“Good morning to you, too. Thank you again for breakfast.”

“Of course, my love.”

——-

After breakfast and a suggestion from Sebastian to walk around the park, you found yourself outside, bundled up and holding Chloe’s leash tightly as she wanted to explore everything. It always amazed you how, despite how many times she had seen these sights, taken these walks, she always acted as though it were the first time; it never got old to her.

It took you a few moments to notice Seb’s eyes on you as you admired Chloe’s spirit. Once you picked up on it, you rammed your shoulder into him playfully.

“What are your staring at weirdo?”

“I don’t know what, but once I figure it out I’ll let you know.”

You mocked offense, but couldn’t hold it long as he wrapped his arm around your waist, jabbing your side, tickling you.

“So…”

“'So…’ what?”

“Will you be joining my family for the Christmas season?”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Well, I’m fairly certain you’ve pretty much already been invited without me being the one to extend it.”

“This is true, but it’s nice to hear it from you as well.”

He stopped walking and pulled you back to him. Once you were back beside him, he let go of your hand to wrap his arm around the lower part of your back and pulled your body into his.

“Will you spend Christmas, at least part of it, with me? With my family? …Please?”

You brought a fist to your chin to pretend you had to think long and hard about it. This caused him to cock an eyebrow at you.

“Well, I don’t know, I mean…I may have a better offer come along. I just will have to think about it,” you teased.

“Oh really? And what classifies as a better offer, might I ask?”

“Oh, I don’t know, a dinner invite from that street performer over there with all the lame jokes.”

“Hah. Okay, I see how it is.”

Sebastian let go of you immediately and began to stalk forward, putting distance between the two of you. To beat him at his own game, you dashed in between the bushes and into the sidewalk where you could have him in view but he couldn’t see you.

He continued to walk away but the force behind it began to lose its power with each step. Sooner or later, when you hadn’t caught up with him, he attempted to play off his surprise by stopping at a bench and sitting to tie his shoe while Chloe came back and sat beside him.

He looked back and you could see the confusion spread across his face. He sat back, continuing to play things coolly, but he didn’t fool you. It wouldn’t be long before he made his way back towards you. After about two minutes, he pulled his phone from his pocket. You quickly silenced your own, knowing you’d receive a text at any second. You had just silenced your phone.

I have a feeling you’re watching me from somewhere to be a smartass and if you are I love that about you…but for real, you’re okay, right?

You couldn’t help but smile…but that didn’t mean you were giving up that easy. He knew the lengths you’d go to in order to prove your point. You remained in place watching him. If this had been you almost a year ago and you’re almost surprised it wasn’t, you surely would have been arrested. You decided to take a quick break from staring Seb down to check for any onlookers, especially those in the police force. You didn’t see anyone, thankfully, so you turned your attention back to Sebastian…except he wasn’t there. You looked back at your phone, no new texts or calls.

“That’s strange,” you thought. You debated whether to text him back, but what if he was just continuing to play the game and now hiding from you. What if he could actually see you and that’s how he knew to move when he realized you weren’t watching him. You definitely had the benefit of not having Chloe attached to you, though, so there was a chance you’d still win this game. You stood there for a few more minutes before deciding to step out of hiding. As you did, you heard a familiar bark and Chloe came bounding to you, leash unattached to a human and she jumped on you until you bent down to her level.

“Hey, girl! Where’s your daddy?” She barked in response, but when you looked up, you still didn’t see him anywhere. After Chloe had calmed down a bit, you grabbed her leash and she began tugging you in a different direction.

“Chloe! Where’s daddy? Let’s find your daddy.”

She seemed to understand and started to your left. She stopped at the bushes. You looked around before whispering to the bushes, “Seb, if you’re hiding in there, please come out because I look a little crazier than normal talking to these bushes.” Chloe barked once, but there was no movement in the bushes.

Chloe whined repeatedly after a moment and you could tell from this that Sebastian had been here, but he wasn’t here any longer. You looked at Chloe and you could tell she wasn’t her normal self anymore. She was as confused as you were and concern was now growing inside the both of you.

Sebastian, I give up. Are you okay? I know it was douchey of me to not answer you so you probably won’t want to answer me now, but please?

You waited for two minutes, then you beckoned Chloe to come with you and you started walking the park at a quickened pace. The only thoughts that were coming to your mind were of danger that had befallen Sebastian, not that he was hiding. What if someone had mugged him and beat him up? Okay, that probably wasn’t the most logical as Chloe would have probably attacked them. But what if he let her go before as a joke to find you and then was attacked. What if a crazed stalker had knocked him out cold and dragged him off somewhere?

Seb, seriously, where are you? Are you okay?

You walked faster as no reply came through. After about five minutes, you saw a man step into the path from the sidewalk on your left, the familiar gray cabbie hat catching your eye.

He smirked at you, stopping you in your tracks. Your body, full of tense relief sobered your stone cold soul. You walked up to him, no pausing and grasped him into a relieved hug. He pulled you as far into his chest as possible, knowing immediately how upset and worried you had been.

“….I win?” He said, wincing, after a moment.

“I hate you so much.”

A song came to his mind as your tone reminded him of that fatal day almost a year ago when he caught you laughing at him falling because of Chloe’s excitement at the idea of you two getting coffee:

“I knew I loved you then But you’d never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I know I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old Just say you won’t let go Just say you won’t let go”

The two of you stood there for a moment before he ventured to speak again.

“Can I buy you food to make up for worrying you?” He felt a grin begin to form in his chest. “I’ll take that as a 'yes’.”

“Well, I could go for some good tiramisu if we’re being honest…”

“Let me guess, you want specific Little Italy tiramisu?”

“You mean there are other kinds?”

He rolled his eyes and smiled at the sky. “Fine, let’s hop on the train. C'mon. We have to take Chloe back first.”

He took your hand in his and pulled you along towards the apartment. You stepped up quickly, taking the leash from him and began to skip through the park, causing Chloe to pick up her pace happily. You heard Sebastian chuckle behind you, but you chose to ignore him. When he finally caught up with the two of you, waiting at the apartment building door, you couldn’t help but rub it in that you had to wait on him.

“It’s about time, old man.”

He stepped back, mouth agape and eyes slightly widened. “It’s 8 years, 8 short years! Ya killin’ me, smalls.”

“Oh, so is that why it took you so long? Because you’re the undead?” You followed him into the building, successfully containing your laughter while spewing nothing but sarcasm. You didn’t have to see his eyes to know that they were rolling as high as they could go.

“You keep rolling those eyes like that and they’re going to roll back into your head and out onto your tongue like in Beetlejuice.”

As he turned around after stepping into the elevator, he rolled his eyes at you again, so you chose to mock him and lean up against the elevator wall with a deep sigh.

_____________________

On the train back to the apartment, Sebastian’s phone buzzed and you caught a glimpse of Chris Evans’ face before Seb answered.

“Hey man! How’s Cali?”

From the way the conversation flowed, it seemed Chris finished shooting his new film earlier than expected and had gotten back to New York.

“Yeh, everything is good here. (Y/n) is visiting for a few days. We just finished eating in Little Italy.”

You heard your name through the phone, Chris asking to speak to you. Sebastian handed you the phone.

“Chris-toe-pher. How are you?”

“I’m great now that I get to speak to such a lovely lady. Shh. Don’t tell Sebastian I said that. He’ll kill me.”

“You’re so full of it. How are you really? How did filming go?”

“It went well. I just got back to the city and I had thought about seeing if Seb wanted to hang a bit, but now that I know you’re here, I definitely want to hang out.”

“Well, that’s nice.”

“Damn. You’re gonna shoot me down that quick. That’s cold, little lady.”

“Don’t call me 'little lady,” lame ass.“

"I don’t remember you being so mean. Maybe I don’t want to hang out with you anymore.”

“That’s fine.”

“No, I’m totally kidding. For real. Don’t you want to talk Seb into letting you guys come out? I’ll even call some of the other folks and see if they want to come out too.” You took a deep breath, exaggerated to make sure he heard.

“Who exactly are these 'other folks’ you speak of?”

“Hmmm, oh I don’t know. Maybe I’ll try and give Paul R-”

“Where we meeting?” You cut him off and you could practically hear the accomplishment in his voice.

“So you’re in? Just you or are you going to be able to drag Sebastian out as well?”

“He’s a grown boy, he can make his own choices.” You glanced sideways at Sebastian but could tell he was slightly displeased with the turn of events. “..ahm, we’ll let you know for sure shortly. That okay?”

“No. You already said 'yes.’ I made the reservations during your last response.”

“No, you did not.”

“Sure I did, I’m super like that.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at this. Your voice changed, giving him a quieter and more serious tone.

“Did you really?”

“….no. So I’m guessing I won’t be seeing you guys then?”

“I didn’t say that.” You paused and then continued a little slower paced, “I’ll text you okay.”

“Alright, do what you can and if he gives you a hard time, let me know.” You smiled.

“Sure. Talk to you soon.” You hung up before giving the phone back to Sebastian because you didn’t want any words to pass between them.

When you handed back the phone Sebastian’s jaw was set tight, proving your suspicions correct. He didn’t say anything, just took the phone from you and slid it into his pocket. The train stopped and you realized it was time for you to get off. Sebastian stood and exited the train without waiting for you. You let him walk because you could tell this was probably not going to be the best conversation the two of you had shared. You followed him up the steps and down the block to his apartment. By the time you got into the apartment, closing the door behind you, he was sitting on the couch, head laying back and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. You took a deep breath, as quietly as you could, and proceeded his way.

“So, are you frustrated because we were asked last minute, asked by Chris, I said yes without us discussing it, or some other reason that you won’t speak to me about?” You couldn’t help that your words contained a little bite in them.

“It’s nothing.” He sighed. “We can just go.”

“Well considering you wouldn’t even speak to me since before I got off the phone it’s clearly something. Just tell me.”

“Seriously, it’s s fine. If you want to go, let’s go.”

“You just don’t want to fight. That’s why you won’t tell me.”

“Of course, I don’t want to fucking fight, (y/n)! You’re leaving tomorrow,” his voice grew in volume and kicked up about half an octave. He stood from the couch.

“Well, I think it’s going to happen either way, so let’s just get it over with.” You quietly huffed and forced your tone to be as calm as possible.

“It doesn’t have to, it’s irrational and pointless anyway.”

“Seb,” you stated quietly, “our worst fights typically are because of irrational and pointless reasons.”

“I’m just pissed because, again, Paul seems to take precedence over me,” he slightly yelled, exasperated. “If it wasn’t you who gives him that precedence, it wouldn’t even matter, but because it’s you, it does. I don’t like that I feel like he’s more important than I am. I don’t like that I feel like you’d rather spend more time with him, or my friends, than you do me. I don’t feel like that often, but sometimes I do and I hate it. I know deep down it isn’t true, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling this way.” By the time he finished, he was no longer loud and forceful. The defeated quietness of his tone and the lines crinkling his face from worry and deflation sunk your heart more than you thought possible. You watched him sink down onto the couch, head in his hands, and you saw a tear fall to the rug. Inside your chest, you could almost feel your heart crack from the pain. You approached him slowly and softly, kneeling down in front of him, slinking your arm around his waist and locking them behind his back in the process.

“Sebastian…” it was going to take you a few seconds to form the words your heart and mind were dying to say. “….I’m…I’m so sorry. I never…ever, meant for it to come off that way. I don’t think sometimes because even after all this time, I still get a little star-struck. You’d think I’d be used to it all by now, but clearly, I’m not.” You paused. “However, that’s no excuse for it. I…you are the most important to me, too, Seba. I hope deep down you know tha-”

“I do, I-,” he looked up, tears still remnant in his eyes and he attempted to interrupt as a defense because he knew how much his honesty was hurting you.

“-please let me finish.” He nodded in response.

“I hope you know deep down how much I care about you.” You paused, knowing that the moment was right, but still partially battling it in your mind. “Shit. I said I wasn’t going to do this first because you’re going to give me hell for it one day…..I hope you know just how much I love you. I love you, Sebastian, with all of my heart, more than I ever thought I could love anyone.” You looked down, for some reason feeling…almost shame, waiting for his response.

You felt his palm delicately cup your chin and jaw line to raise your face back to his level. You couldn’t help but raise your eyes in this process to look at his face and take in the looks of it to gauge his reaction. His eyes were still watery, but soft. All of the worries had washed off of it and his color had returned to normal. As silly as it sounds, his face was almost glowing as if some magical staging light had been thrust upon it.

“(Y/n), I’ve loved you since the day we met…possibly before if that’s even possible.”

You felt your own eyes begin to mirror his. He leaned in and drew a light kiss from your lips, then another, and another, before a thought came to you and you stopped him. Drawing back, eyes just slits with just the hint of a grin.

“Hold on. Are you telling me you secretly wrote music for Savage Garden? How did I not know this about you? Why have you not told me?”

He looked at you in confusion, waiting for an explanation.

“You knew you loved me before you met me?”

He still looked at you confused. “How does it go?”

You began to sing the chorus of the song to him, feeling as though he’d recognize it quickly and proving your theory correct, his eyes lit up immediately. He then scrunched his face, lips protruding a bit.

“Oh come on! How have I ended up with someone so cheesy? The big guy upstairs and I need to have a chat.”

You playfully slapped his shoulder. “Hey, it’s the truth. That’s what you said!”

“Okay, okay.”

You both smiled and you fell into a nostalgic silence, eyes falling to his chest as you recalled the day you two had met.

“I really do love you, you know…and you may have said it first, but I’m fairly certain I felt it first…the only reason I haven’t told you before now is that I didn’t want you to feel rushed to say it back. I wanted you to work through things on your own timetable.”

You started to sing softly:

Baby, let’s stay home tonight We can put a couple records on We can build a fire alright Maybe we can dance til dawn Everything will be just fine Don’t even have to put clothes on I can keep you warm inside Baby, let’s stay home tonight

You climbed up onto the couch beside him. You pulled your feet up and to the side, leaning into his right side before you continued.

Lately, we’ve been walking in a straight line Doing our own thing never seem to find time We’ve been going downtown Making reservations But maybe we just slow down See where it can take us

Baby, let’s stay home tonight We can put a couple records on We can build a fire alright Maybe we can dance “til dawn Everything will be just fine Don’t even have to put clothes on I can keep you warm inside Baby, let’s stay home tonight.”

He put a finger to your lips to silence you before he picked up where you had left off:

“I know you wanna get dressed up But I know who you are girl There ain’t no need for makeup 'Cause you’re my angel And I don’t wanna share you So why don’t we just slow down See where it can take us

Baby, let’s stay home tonight We can put a couple records on We can build a fire alright Maybe we can dance til dawn Everything will be just fine Don’t even have to put clothes on I can keep you warm inside Baby, let’s stay home tonight.”

You joined him to finish the song:

“Baby, let’s stay home tonight We can put a couple records on We can build a fire alright Maybe we can dance 'til dawn Everything will be just fine Don’t even have to put clothes on I can keep you warm inside Baby, let’s stay home tonight Yeah baby, let’s stay home tonight.”

“You sure about this?” He asked you, eyebrow raised. You grabbed his phone from his back pocket and found 'Ev-man" in Seb’s phone then hit send. Chris answered on the first ring.

“So you talked him into it then? I hope that’s what you’re calling to say.”

Immediately you felt a twinge of guilt because you did want to hang out with Chris and everyone, but you’d rather hang out with Seb.

“No. I think we’re going to stay…” Seb nuzzling into your neck, placing light, inaudible kisses on your collar bone distracted you, “in, tonight.”

“Nooo, come on (y/n), I had faith in you and now it’s dashed.”

“Look, I’m sorry, I real-” your giggles cut into the conversation, thanks to Sebastian poking all of your ticklish spots. “I really am.”

“(Y/n), please don’t tell me y'all are…well…yeah…while we’re on the phone.”

“Oh my gosh, no!” This made your face turn dark red and push Seb away. “No, we’re not doing anything like…that. Seb keeps tickling me, that’s all. Look. How about…” you looked at Seb and spoke more slowly into the phone, “maybe we meet…tomorrow…for…brunch?” Seb nodded. “Yeh, will you be not hungover enough tomorrow for brunch? I’m flying out at 2:30 tomorrow. We could meet around 9:15….at…Clinton St.?” Seb reached around your waist, linking his fingers, and pulled you closer to him.

“Sure, I can do that.”

“Awesome. We’ll see you in the morning.” You hung up the phone just in time so that Chris didn’t have to listen to the deep kiss that followed ending the call.

————————–

The following morning, you awoke before Sebastian and crawled out of bed as gently as you possibly could do not to wake him. You grabbed the set-aside clothes to change into and headed for the shower. You heard the bathroom door open shortly afterward.

“Good morning, bee!”

“Bee,” you asked from under the raindrop shower, your voice elevating at the end.

“Bee for beautiful,” his voice came from just outside the shower curtain.

You stuck your head out of the shower with squished checks and said “really?”

“Yes, really,” he replied and snagged a quick kiss. “Do you need me to do anything to help you get ready?”

“I’m assuming you mean packing,” you sarcastically answered, going back into the shower while layering the loofa with soap. There was a pause.

“Uhh, yeah?” He really had meant only packing. You realized that now. You started laughing.

“What’s so funny,” he questioned.

“Nothing, babe. Don’t worry about it.” You stuck your head back out of the shower, reaching out with your hand and rubbing his head like a small child. “I think I’m good. If you see anything, just toss it in my bag, please.”

“Well, not to rush you, hun, but we’ve got to be at Clinton St. in about 30 minutes in case you weren’t aware.” You panicked.

“WHAT!? Seb, it takes at least 20 minutes to get there! Why did you let me sleep so long?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you. You seemed so peacef-” You cut off the shower and interrupted him.

“Can you hand me my towel, please?”

“What are you gonna do if I don’t?” He teased.

“Sebastian! Now is not the time.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I’m going to punch you in the thorax! Hand me the towel….please!?”

“In order to punch me, you’d have to reach me.”

You began to whine as much as you hated it. “Seb, please, I’ve got to get ready!”

“It’s just Chris. You don’t have to get all fancied up,” he handed you a towel through the shower curtain. You wrapped it around you and stepped out, rushing to the mirror.

“No, I don’t have to get fancied up, but I would like to look presentable. With it being cold outside, I have no choice but to dry my hair so that I don’t get sick. I won’t take long, but I need to get a move on. In order to do that, you need to move it on,” you motioned for him to leave.

He stopped with one foot out of the door and turned. “What are you wanting to wear. I’ll bring it in here for you.”

You looked at him, your gaze softening and a smile warmed your cheeks. “Thank you, Sebastian. Just some jeans and a decent shirt will be fine.” You began to dry your hair as he returned and you thanked him again on his way out the door.

It wasn’t long and you were both saying goodbye to Chloe and out the door, headed for the restaurant. Luckily, by the time you arrived, Chris had already gotten a table. The place was always packed but in New York, you only had so much attention drawn to “celebrities.” Chris rose from the corner booth to hug you. It was one of those tight hugs, one so large that it lifted you off the ground a little.

“I’ve missed you too, Chris,” you squelched out as he placed you back on the ground before releasing you.

“Hey man!” Chris reached out and pulled Sebastian by the neck into himself. They did the straight man, two back tap bro hug. You stood admiring the love they held for each other.

“Here, you guys sit in the booth. I just wanted you guys to be able to see me when you came in.”

You both followed orders and sat. The waitress quickly came over to take the order. As she walked away, Chris began to fill the two of you in on what you had missed the previous night.

He kept up with the most of the conversation until the food came. There was a halt in conversation as everyone was quite hungry and the food incredibly tasty. About halfway through, Chris broached a mood dimming subject. “So you leave out today,(y/n)? I hate to hear that. I wish we could all have more time to hang out a bit.”

“Trust me, Chris, I’d much rather stick around here and hang out,” you felt Seb tap your knee comfortingly so you snuck your hand down and into his, eyes tearing just enough for it to be noticeable, “but I have to get back to work. I have to be back at 6:45 tomorrow.”

“You know, that really is torture.”

“It does suck sometimes…pretty much every morning, in fact, but you get used to it, well sort of. I guess just as much as you guys get used to a 5am call time after not finishing filming until 3am, right?” They both chuckled in response.

“Yeh, I guess so,” Chris offered.

The brunch finished out with many laughs and enjoyable moments, just the thing you needed before hopping on a plane alone, back home.

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@mummas Part One             Part Two                  Part Three               Part Four                                Part Five               Part Six                   Part Seven              Part Eight

Part Nine              Part Ten                 Part Eleven              Part Twelve

Part Thirteen             Part Fourteen                   Part Fifteen                                             Part Sixteen                Part Seventeen