Sebastian Stan One Shots

T.J.H-Lucky Person

Warning: Fluff I suppose. Not really

"Ow! Okay, owww! TJ please stop trying to run your fingers through my hair! Your fingers are getting stuck in the knots!" You screamed, turning around to hit your best friend.
"Which is exactly why I'm trying to get them out! Jesus (Y/N) brush your hair. Or comb, I don't discriminate." He scoffed, rolling his eyes.
You narrowed your eyes at him, "I literally woke up ten minutes ago. I came down here to give you company but I guess I should retreat back to my bedroom." You stood up and headed to the kitchen for cereal.
"Okay we both know that that is my bedroom and second of all, I'm only trying to help. You run your fingers through my hair all the time." He replied.
"With your consent, I might add. And your hair doesn't get tangled. It's weird."
"Blah blah blah. Make me a bowl will ya?"
"Just made the last bowl but here," you handed him the bowl, "you can have it."
"Aww darling," he gushed, "what would I do without you."
"Who knows." You replied while returning to your seat on the floor.
"Well, I definitely wouldn't be able to get off, that's for sure." He responded, winking and flashing a smile.
"Gross, you perv." You gagged.
"I'm just kidding with you, (Y/N)," he leaned over and bit your shoulder seductively, "or am I?"
You, for one, knew TJ had no interest in you, whatsoever. He was your best friend and let's not forget, totally not playing for team. Nonetheless, you put up with him because he was your best friend and despite the sexual jokes he threw around often, he was very caring and very helpful when you needed him to be.
"We're still going to your mom's New Years party tonight, right?" You asked, taking a bite of his cereal.
"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe we'll have some fun later on." He winked again.
"Okay let's save that for someone who actually wants it."
"Rude. I find myself very attractive, (Y/N)."
"I'm sure you do." You scoffed.
"Be a dear and take this to the kitchen for me?" He placed the bowl in front of you, not once taking his eyes off of the television.
You took the bowl, hitting his head as you did so, and took it to the kitchen to wash. He had a dishwasher but you always liked hand washing dishes. It reminded you of all the times you watched your mom repeat the same actions when you were young. You began to wash the dish when you felt two arms wrap around your waist.
"I'll never let go, Jack." He whispered. You could hear the smile on his face.
"You're extremely early with that quote. Not the right scene and I would be Rose don't you think?" You asked, not looking up from your dish.
"I don't think so. My face fits the beauty more than your does." He said, letting go off your waist.
"Leo is just as pretty. I take that as a compliment." You said, splashing him with water.

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After hours of sitting around, playing with dish water and stopping TJ from playing with your butt, the time for the party finally came. You settled on a (F/C) dress that stopped at your knees and that was flowy. TJ insisted you wear one that was tight and showed off your assets, but to you, it was overrated. You let your hair be, no matter how much protesting you got from TJ to actually do something with it.
"Why darling you look wonderful." Elaine stated, greeting you with a hug.
"Thank you Mrs. Hammond. I wasn't sure on it at first." You blushed.
TJ came up behind and snaked an arm around your waist, "Isn't she a doll, mama? I'm a lucky person." He smiled.
Elaine looked puzzled before asking, "Oh, is this a thing? I thought you liked boys only."
"He does," you assured her, "He can be such a tease, ya know?" You elbowed him in the stomach.
Elaine smiled shyly and then excused herself to talk to her guests.
"You scared your mother. Don't do that." You harshly whispered.
"She was not scared. I think you're over exaggerating." He smiled, "And I meant what I said, (Y/N). I'm very lucky to have you in my life." He kissed your hand.
"Thank you TJ. I'm very lucky to have you too." You smiled, laughing as you kissed his hand back.
"Always such a gentleman, (Y/N)." He blushed, "Care to dance?"
"I'd love to." You stated.
The night went on from there, and you never wanted it to end. It was filled with laughter and smiles and so much love. Seeing TJ this happy was great for both him and you. He needed it and it helped you to see him finally get on his feet again. When the clock struck 12 that night, you wished for more nights like this as TJ placed a soft kiss on your forehead.