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

Epilogue - All Hell Breaks Loose

"I don't know if you noticed, but I usually go for the bad boys, that's just the kinda guys I'm attracted to," you started, already feeling cliché and stupid before even entering the main subject.

"I'm a bad boy?" Sebastian asked, his brows suddenly shooting up in surprise.

"Who said I was talking about you?" You teased him. His smile fell and you immediately laughed and took his chin between your fingers, pulling him down a bit to place a quick kiss on his mouth, making him relax. "I'm kidding, of fucking course I am. Although no, you're not really a bad boy, you're quite the opposite actually, but you have the looks of it and that's enough for me. The 'mysterious guy clad in dark clothes sitting alone at a bar and drinking a beer' worked pretty well, huh?" You grinned widely, wiggling your eyebrows and laughing lightly, not wanting to draw attention to you. For once, nobody seemed to have recognized Sebastian and you wouldn't want to ruin that.

"And I'm forever thankful for that."

"But punching a man in the middle of the street is overstepping your boundaries," you pointed out, making a little head movement toward the police station across from the street.

You spent the last two hours trying to explain why your boyfriend knocked out one of your coworkers on your work place and in front of hundreds of students at that. It easily made it to the top five longest, awkwardest moments of your life. When you woke up this morning, you were far from expecting it to end this way.

"It felt so good though," Sebastian grunted, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as if replaying the scene in his mind.

"God, yes," you agreed. "I don't think anyone's ever punched someone for me before." Your expression became thoughtful and you bit down on your lip. "Please, don't make a habit out of it, although I gotta admit it was ridiculously hot and I enjoyed very much seeing him with a black eye."

Seb cackled at that, again throwing his head back and rubbing his hands over his face in an attempt to conceal his laughter and not draw too much attention to you. Your eyes darted around but it seemed that no one had noticed your loud chatter and you finished your last piece of pie. The tension of the day was slowly leaving your shoulders and you felt the urge to stretch but your parents taught you it was rude to do in public. You couldn't wait to go home!

"I'm not making any promises," Sebastian chuckled, raising his hands. He pushed his hair back and sighed blissfully, as if it was the conclusion of a long but satisfying day. Wrinkles appeared at the corner of his eyes, his entire face beaming. At this sight your heart turned into marshmallow. God, you loved the man.

"Thank you," you blurted out, surprising him. A tender smile quickly replaced his amused grin.

"For what, love? I should be apologizing, we've spent the entire evening at the police station because of me."

"For defending me. Making me feel safe. For being so effortlessly impressive with all your muscles and scaring away the creeps in my life," you rambled. "I can go on," you told him, your nose scrunching up as you laughed.

His demeanor turned into a more humble and shy one. If you didn't know him you would probably laugh at his sudden awkwardness. Sebastian was never one to welcome compliments – he usually brushed them off with a shrug or answered with a sneaky, teasing comment to avoid having to respond directly – but you couldn't help praising him every once in a while.

Honestly, it was still difficult for you to keep a straight face and not ogle him shamelessly every time he looked away. It was exactly like having a high school crush on the quarterback, expect that in this story, he wasn't dating the hot cheerleader, but you. So it was no wonder that you sometimes needed a moment to realize that it was actually happening.