Happier With You

We Have Always Lived in a Castle

It was the weekend before Christmas, three months had passed since Sebastian asked you to go to We Have Always Lived in a Castle premier.

"Wow," Sebastian breathed out. You blushed in the mirror, "Stop it." He stepped closer to you and hugged you from the waist, "You look-" He began to mutter non-existing words. 

You turned around in his arms and gently kissed his lips. "Thank you?" He chuckled making his chest rumble. "Am I dreaming? Are you really my date?" He pierced your eyes with his. You laughed, "I believe so."

He closed the gap between the both of you again and rolled his lips with yours. "We'll be late," you muttered in the kiss. He groaned but eventually seized the moment.

You and him walked hand in hand to the car taking the both of you to the premier. During the car ride, you sang a few songs to cease the anxious feelings Seb was experiencing. At some point, he joined you.

Arriving at the carpet, he opened your side of the door and grabbed onto your hand as you stepped out. "Thank you monsieur," you gave him a kiss. "Woah, you speak French now?" He closed the door behind you and began leading you to the carpet. "Oui mon amour," you responded.

An interviewer caught a glimpse of Sebastian's response, "Orice ai spune, dragostea mea." You and he giggled as you approached the cameras. They caught as you and him posed for a few pictures then would suddenly make funny ones. "Sebastian over here!" The voices of various paparazzi's called.

He led you another few feet and the process repeated. "You look so damn gorgeous," he whispered to your ear. Your cheeks became crimson. He loved to see you get all flushed.

"You do this on purpose don't you?" You whispered to him walking another few feet. "Yup," he kissed your cheek allowing the flashes of the cameras to capture the moment.

It wasn't long before you were with the interviews. Once in a while answering questions on the moment you two realized there was a special chemistry.

"Did you always feel this way about her? Ever since civil war?" One guy asked Sebastian. He rubbed his chin while holding your hip, "Not exactly. The first time we met was for Civil War but it was only for a few minutes and that's it. We could've bonded more on Black Panther but as everyone knows, my scenes were recorded inside an ice machine."

The interviewer and you laughed. "We rarely saw each other for that, but those glimpses I saw of her made my heart do a thing I wasn't sure what to make of it. As well as my stomach. It was the day of the script reading for Infinity War that I realized, 'Wow, she's gorgeous.' Those moments where I stood there shocked for a whole 3 minutes."

"Did Y/n ever notice you standing there?" The guy curiously inquired. "Never, she was busy talking to her mom," Seb replied. You shook your head accompanied with a giggle, "It wasn't until he startled me when he cleared his throat."

"Oh yeah, I had to get her attention so she could notice me," Sebastian smirked. You kissed the corner of his lip out of pure temptation. The interviewer just chuckled, "Thank you for sharing your story."

Sebastian led you to a few others answering a few questions here and there. Once in a while you and him had to keep quiet since they asked for information about the new Avenger's movie. After about an hour, both of you were seated in the theatre.

Almost as if it were a date, with popcorn in the middle of the both of you and him holding your hand.

**

"Kit is fast asleep," Ben slipped his feet under the covers. "Thank you," Heidi whispered as she gently kissed Ben. She situated herself on her side and got comfortable. Ben shifted to turn off his light.

He got in a position where he hugged Heidi and her body dozed off to sleep. Ben attempted to close his eyes and fall into a coma, but never really achieved anything. He's been having sleep problems, that he can't even explain why.

His head moved to one side then to the other, unable to find a comfortable position. Noticing that Heidi didn't wake up, he grabbed his phone and decided to see if that would help him doze away.

He didn't have social media, he opted for the news instead. Ben cruised around google, clicking on random articles taking him to crazy websites. Somehow he ended up on YouTube, where there is no escape but to enter the endless loops of videos.

He began watching the news but oddly enough ended up watching origami tutorials. Ben shook his head at how ridiculous one could get so caught up on the internet. He set his phone on his chest, testing to see if there were any signs of drowsiness. To his luck, there were none.

It's been ages since he checked his emails, where his inbox would most likely be filled with tons and tons of spam or important letters. Karon took care of the really important ones while Ben took care of the unofficial ones.

The first thing that popped up the moment he logged in was an email from Vanity Fair. Ben was a member since he's been introduced in the magazine more than once. He clicked on the email just to see who was the lucky person that made it on the cover.

He nearly dropped his phone. To make sure he wasn't hallucinating, he rubbed his eyes and double-checked the magazine cover. It really was you and your luscious body on the cover.

He clicked on the link to the website where it took him to the interview and the pictures they had taken of you. Tears prickled his eyes as he attentively read through it. He was already aware of the information you gave but he read through it anyway.

It took him courage to actually swipe through the pictures they had taken of you. He felt his hand tremble as he proceeded. A muffled sob escaped as he saw a picture of his boys kissing your cheeks with their hair slicked back. Your white dress contradicted and the twins' black tuxedos.

He closed his eyes and attempted to keep the tears in but miserably failed. Although the pictures were inflicting him pain, he continued to browse through them. His tears seeped deeper into his pillow as your figure posed in front of the camera.

Ben had no more energy, it had vanished his body. Staring at your picture, he closed his eyes on one of your few new pictures. He sniffled once more to your body displayed on his phone.

In the morning, Heidi woke up to see his restless body curled on the bed. She helped him get into a better position, taking his phone away from his arms into the nightstand.

She wasn't expecting the phone lock screen to open when she checked the time. To her surprise, you were the first thing she saw.