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What happens when you, a rising actor, meet your favorite actor where the both of you will have the leading roles in a movie? It's difficult to hide the feelings you hol...
"Say cheese!" You quickly grabbed the golden retriever and sat him on your lap.
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"No Y/n take a bett– actually..this is good. Never mind," Chris handed Sebastian his phone back. He posted it on Instagram. I love you. Chip not Y/n
"Really?" You rolled your eyes at Sebastian. He chuckled, "Chip is adorable." You petted the dogs head, "Anyways, why is chip here?" The dog licked your hand and begged for you to scratch his body.
"I thought you knew, he was outside your trailer," Sebastian rested his back on the couch. "Does Feige even know we have a dog on set?" You sounded worried. "We should go report it to him," Sebastian put on his sunglasses again and got up, he stretched an arm to help you up. Someone close by cleared their throat, "May I speak with you?" Benedict had a cheerless tone.
Sebastian looked to him, "Ben I don't think that'll be a good idea." Ben sighed, "Please." You didn't want to talk with him, his presence made you boil. Sebastian held onto your hand, you gave it a light squeeze assuring him you would be okay. He caressed it then left Ben with you.
Ben took a few steps forward. "Don't you dare come close to me," you warned with a monotone. "I'm so sorry," he croaked out. You agreed to talk to him but that didn't mean you had to look at him, "I know you Benedict. I know when you use your brain but I know too well when your feelings take control."
You heard a sniffle from him. "Bloody hell, you're a married man. Sebastian and I aren't dating, why are you acting overprotective and jealous? Don't you love your wife?" You had your hands in your hair.
"Of course I do, I-I don't know why I acted that way. It was an impulse, I was raging," he got on his knees to be face to face with you. "Rob has called me 20 times in the past half hour, it's only been two days since the world found out," you gazed down.
"Does the press want interviews?" His voice was shaky. "What do you think?" You said a bit too sarcastic. He let out a sob, you couldn't resist to keep your gaze off of him.
His tears where now visible, "I fuck everything up, always with you. I can't think when your around. Everything becomes irrelevant." He was getting closer, walking with his knees. "Why did we ever end up like this?" You needed to avert the conversation.
He rested a hand on your knee, there was no sign of you swatting it away. He now kneeled in front of you, "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I swear I'll make it up for the time I've been gone and for what happened the other day." "Ben, I don't–"
"–I can. Starting with the dog. Your favourite has always been golden retrievers." He genuinely made you chuckle, "It was you." Ben nodded his head, "I know you can't resist yourself with any sort of dog. We were going to get one but our work hours ceased the possibilities. I have another surprise.."
You raised an eyebrow, "Another? Does Feige know we have a Chip on set?" He resisted from laughing, "I give you a gorgeous golden retriever and you decide to name it Chip? Yes he knows, he knows about the other one too."
