Sebastian Stan imagines!

Jealousy.

Chris inwardly growled as you sat in Mark's lap, laughing and chatting it up with everyone else.

You two were little more than friends with benefits, promising that it would never turn into anything more than sex, but that wasn't the case. On either side.

You were a tremendous flirt, sometimes unknowingly, and Chris hated and loved that about you. Hated it because it made him jealous, loved it because when anyone tried to make a move, you'd deny and come strutting back to him for the night.

He knew you were his.

Chris had been eyeing Mark's hand for the past three minutes, and he was positive it was inching closer and closer to something he's pretty sure was the holy grail of sex.

Nevermind that, but seriously Chris was going to murder Watney once they left this bar. And he would enjoy it.

"Okay, kiss, marry, screw. Mark, Chris, Rick."

With no hesitation at all, you answered, "Chris, all three." His head shot up in surprise. "You can't-"

"Can and have, next!" You winked at Chris slightly and he smirked, thinking of allll the dirty things he'd do to you tonight...

After asking you to be his girlfriend.

Jealousy resolved.