The Spotlight (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Disconnected

Sebastian Stan's POV

Three days into our retreat, I feel us disconnecting from the rest of the world more and more, which is one of the greatest feelings I've experienced in so long. Her presence has as been so great. Every conversation we have is memorable, her voice is music to my ears and every time she sang me to sleep I got lost. Every time I'd make her smile, I felt on top of the world. I am completely in love with her, and these past few days have been the best I've ever been with any girl.

We went on hikes through the area, local restaurants for dates and, it felt amazing not to hide from anyone and not be hunted by the paparazzi or media. We also had some really nice nights with Chris and his friends at the local bar for trivia night, where I saw a more competitive side of Y/N.

"How many Harry Potter movies are there?" The trivia coordinator asked.

She took her small board and with her charpie quickly wrote down the answer as fast as possible then began tapping her knee with her hand.

"Don't you even need my help?" I asked smiling.

"Nop, I'm good," she smiled back and kissed me on the cheek.

"Alright, times up," the trivia guy declared.

Y/N immediately held up her board along with the rest other people in their groups.

"The answer is 7!" he shouted, and I moved to look at what Y/N wrote and was not surprised she got it right.

"Congratulations to the team at table 8, the winners of tonight's game!" people clapped, and she got up to do a small curtsy, causing our table to laugh.

"Remind me to always be on your team," I said as she sat back down.

"Of course, you'll always be with me," she replied with a smirk.

"Okay now let's get this party started," Chris said as he approached our table with more beers.

"Let's do it," she yelled, and we all cheered for our victory.

The night went on, and we have a great time. Scott and Chris's friends were super nice and welcoming made us feel at home. After a while, we drove home and Y/N fell asleep in the car. When we got to our place, I carried her out of the car and placed her on the bed. She looked so beautiful and peaceful I could almost forget that she was going through such a tough time.

Ever since this whole Myra thing, she has been avoiding her phone and whenever she touches it I can see the sadness in her eyes as she reads all the awful things people are saying about her. Since I hadn't made the post, this whole thing got blown out of proportion by the media and I could see that this was taking a toll on her. She did her best to hide it from me by deleting her social media accounts and hiding from me whenever she had a call from Alice or Jane. Seeing her like this broke my heart cause this is all my fault.

09:00 am

I woke up before she did and I made us both a nice breakfast. As I finished placing the food on the table, she walks into the kitchen with her hair all messy, her eyes were barely open, and she was still wearing her clothes from last night.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I said and then kissed her forehead.

"Stop shouting," she said, " my head hurts."

"I'm not shouting," I laughed, "that my dear is called a hangover."

"Make it go away," she said with apouty expression.

"Sit down, eat and I'll get you some aspirin."

"Thank you, baby," she replied, sat down, and started to eat.

I brought her the aspirin and sat down next to her with a cup of coffee. Then we talked about everything that happened last night, and I laughed at her being mortified to hearing about how she danced on the table. Then we finished eating, took a shower, and laid on the couch to watch movies. I could see us both living like this for the rest of our lives, but unfortunately sooner or later the reality calls.

*phone rings*

I checked my phone, "It's Emily I gotta take this."

"Alright," she answered, and I walked outside to answer the call.

"Hey, how's life in hiding?" Emily asked as soon as I picked up.

"It's going great, how's the situation?" I asked.

"Well, Erin still didn't give us the green light for the post," she answered, "but I do have some great news for you."

"What is it?"

"You got the role for Tommy Lee in the biopic Pam & Tommy!" she said excitedly.

"That's awesome!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah," she said with less excitement, "but there's a problem."

"What?"

"You start filming in a week," she paused, "in LA."

"Ohh," my excitement turned faded.

"I know this is a bad time but-"

"But what?" I asked, "Have I not put her through enough? She's already hated by so many people, I can't leave her alone!"

" I know, I know, but this is your career," she mentioned, "I already asked them to push the filming date, but they won't do it. I know she's important to you, I do, but you've worked so hard to get this role and I think you should take it."

"Alright, Emily," I agreed, "Let me talk to her and I'll tell you when to book everything."

"It's all booked and ready to go," she said, "you fly out tomorrow."

"That's soon," I said with my hand rubbing against my neck, "I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, good luck."

I hung up the phone and gathered the courage to walk in there and talk to Y/N.