Sebastian Stan Imagines

Sebastian Stan - Not Good Enough

A/N: Every story, you will always already be in a relationship with Sebastian, Bucky, Tommy, etc. These stories/ideas are inspired by retiredwhore so make sure to check out their Sebastian Stan Imagines! <3

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Another long day of filming. You collapsed onto your trailer bed, curling up into the sheets, grumbling. You groaned in exhaustion, taking a deep breath in and out.

"Y/n?" 

You removed your head from your sheets, the sound of knocking having you stop grumbling. You shifted out of bed, running your fingers through your hair, before opening the door.

"Hi Sebby," You said, smiling, tiredly.

"You okay?" He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded.

"I'm just tired," You said. 

"I thought so," He said. "You walked off set pretty quickly."

You stared at him, memorized in his cloudy grey eyes.

"Sorry," You whispered, looking away. He smiled.

"Hey, don't apologize," He said. "You wanna go get dinner?"

"I don't think I deal with a crowd right now," You said.

"That's okay," He said. "I'm a good cook, you know."

You laughed, moving out of the doorway and letting Sebastian in. 

He started cooking dinner in the kitchen, and you sat down on the dining room couch, watching him.

He had small bruises on his neck from training, concentration lines on his forehead, and muscles on his shoulders running down his arms. 

You suddenly frowned to yourself.

What if you weren't good enough?

I mean, look at him! You thought. It's fucking Sebastian Stan. Literally every girl's celebrity crush.

You tore your eyes away from Sebastian, picking at your nails. 

You mumbled quietly to yourself, negative thoughts taking over.

"Hey," Sebastian said, having you jump. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded, biting your bottom lip.

He frowned, letting the dish simmer and kneeled in front of you.

"Talk to me," He said, softly.

"Don't leave me," You blurted, having him flinch. "Please, don't. I-I don't know what I'd be able to do."

He looked at you, leaning forward and kissing your forehead.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist. 

"You know I can't do that," He mumbled. "I love you too much."

You closed your eyes, shifting into his warmth. 

"What made you think about that?" He whispered.

"I thought I wasn't good enough," You said. "You're fucking Sebastian Stan."

He laughed, his eyes crinkling and his smile warming your heart.

"And you're fucking Y/n L/n," He said. "There is no one else like you."

His lips met yours, and you finally relaxed. He pulled away.

"Better?" He asked. You nodded, and he smiled, kissing your head before going back to the kitchen. 

You both ate dinner together, talking, laughing, and talking about futures.

"I want a place in Brooklyn," You said. 

"Because of Steve and Bucky?" He asked.

"Partially," You said. "Also because I want to live in New York, but not the crazy broadway places."

Sebastian smiled at you. 

"Let's do it," He said. You stopped chewing.

"What?" You said.

"Let's get a place in Brooklyn!" He said. "Move in together."

"But what if some-"

"Nothing will happen," Sebastian said. "I choose you, and only you. I don't want any other woman except you."

You smiled at him, and he smiled back.

After dinner, he held you in his arms while you guys watched the first Iron Man. He kissed your head, your neck, your forehead, your cheek, and steal kisses from your lips.

Only you.