Restaurant Dates Are The Worst! (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Nothing Like a Bad Boy

The week following Sebastian's return was a breath of fresh air in comparison the the previous weeks. After you had told him everything, he became angry – very angry. He was in a state of fury you had never imagined he was capable of, your warm, kind Sebastian. But discovering that your boyfriend had a temper wasn't half as worrying than one singe 'hi' from your persecutor. Having a man raise his voice was always a sounding alarm in any woman's head, but you knew Sebastian's yells weren't directed toward you, they were meant for Robert, and weren't it for you standing between Seb and the door, he would have stormed right out and hunted him down. Thankfully a few gentle reminders that neither of you knew where he lived, added to the fact that you really needed him here right now was enough to calm him down.

"He-" Sebastian started but he bit his lip, obviously not finding anything harsh enough to say. "That hideous bastard, he's-" Still not finding anything, he closed his mouth, his lips drawing a thin, straight line. He eventually settled on, "This is serious, (Y/N)."

"I know," you said, rubbing your face with both hands. That hot shower's soothing effects were slowly fading away. "I don't know what to do, but please, please-" you started, "Just be with me right now, hold me and make me forget."

His tensed shoulders and maddened expression softened at your words, as if he only just realized that you were the victim in all this and he was behaving like a testosterone-filled brute caught up in his own anger, when he should be worrying about how you felt. The way you looked at him with such desperation and held-back tears in your eyes gave him murder desires though.

"Oh, love," he said, holding out his arms for you to cradle in, which you did.

You were clad in Seb's shirt that he laid out on the bed for you while you were in the bathroom, washing away your earlier scare. He knew that you liked that – the teenage girl trapped inside you urged you to steal your boyfriend's clothes and bury your nose in it – and who was he to deny you this pleasure? Especially since he liked seeing you wearing his shirts, even more so when you only wore those, it awoke a primal need within him, like he had to mark his territory or something equally as macho.

He was holding you so tight that there wasn't even enough room to allow a speck of dust to fly between the two of you. Your chest was pressed up flat against his, his hands nestled in the small of your back, slowly rubbing up and down to bring you the comfort you needed so desperately.

"I can't believe this happened to you," he uttered in your ear after a while, but still not letting go of you.

Your hands gripped the back of his shirt and your face was buried in his neck. If you were to answer him, it would only result in a muffled sound, therefore you kept quiet and let him speak. You knew he felt guilty, and there wasn't a thing in the world you could do to appease him.

"I should have been here, I should have been with you and not attending some stupid convention across the country, answering the same damn questions all the time! (Y/N), you're more important to me than any job could ever be."

Still you didn't answer and simply hugged him tighter, showing him you were here and you heard him and there wasn't a thing in this world that could make you let go of him.

"If anything like this happens again – no matter the circumstances or the severity," he emphasized the second part, "Let me know. Let me know and I'll fly right back to you, regardless of where I am."

"Okay," you whispered against his neck.

"I'm being serious, (Y/N)," he said, pulling a bit away to have a better look at your face. Your eyes were a bit red and puffy from the earlier crying but they were dry and you wore a smile. This sight made him crack a smile and Sebastian cupped your face, softly stroking your cheek with his thumb."I love you. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you while I was gone." You leaned into his touch and his pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting you know he meant every word.