Postcard || Sebastian Stan x Reader

august 09 2021

"Hello?" You answer the phone, voice gruff from not having spoken to anyone yet.

"Hey, you busy tomorrow?" Sebastian asks, some muffling around him which tells you he's walking around.

"Who's asking?"

"Me. Sebastian. Your favourite."

"My favourite what?" You laugh, and you hear a scoff from his side.

"I don't know, person?"

"That seems unrealistic."

"Come on I've got to be your favourite something?" And his voice squeaks when he talks now, rushing between whatever he's doing and speaking to you.

"I'm trying to think of something witty to say here. Can you pretend I said something funny? Can you just laugh, I'm too tired for humour."

"Ha. Ha."

"I hate you." You say, but you bite at your lip. When you let go, it's wet and you can almost feel it dry as you breathe.

"Good. So, what are you doing tomorrow? I'm asking as a friend because I'd quite like to know."

"I'm not doing anything. Which is surprising for a Tuesday, I know."

"It's not surprising at all, actually." Sebastian laughs now, and his voice almost echoes as if he's bending over.

"Okay, now I'm busy."

"I'm sorry! Sorry! I was wondering if you wanted to do something?"

"Will there be food?" You ask as if it matters.

"Yes."

"I'm in. Just name a time and a place, ursuleț, and I'm there."

"It's all it takes, isn't it?" His voice is louder now, as if he's stopped moving around. Still as he talks. Concentrating on you.

"Yep. Just leave the food, you can go."

"Wow. I'm hurt. Okay, two o'clock, is that okay with you? I'll text you where."

"Sure, see you then." And you smile, not knowing if it's obvious in your voice. Excited to spend time with him.

"Okay. Bye." You can hear his in the breathless scoffs, the tiny laughs as he speaks.

"Oh, Sebastian! Wait!"

"Yeah?"

"What's cool and hangs up? Me!"