One shots with Sebastian Stan and his characters (mostly Bucky). Each one shot is a different story from the last. A few have a couple another parts to them as they were longer than expected stories. I do have to say, I began this years ago so the w...
He's obsessed. He can't help. The way girls make him feel. The way their body against his, feel. Their love made him want more and more of it. He had an obsession. An obsession for any girl who walked in that bar looking better than he thought a person could get. He never thought he would ever actually have feelings for anyone. After all he has an obsession.
But there she walks in the bar. He hasn't touched a drink yet from friends getting his attention first. He looks at her and there he sees her. Everything is different now.
Instead of the plan of hooking up with a blonde, he has found someone else. A crazy gymnast who loves to get it on, finally isn't as crazy anymore. Now he's different. By a simple girl who just walked in.
Her hair a light shade of brown. Her pale but tanned skin tells she works outside whenever she can. Red heels for extra height, but without the heels probably around five-five.
The notice of ruined makeup. Mascara and eyeliner all down her cheeks. Smudge lipstick that seemed to have not been intended.
Vulnerable she is, but still beautiful. Without the ruined makeup, he could tell she is beautiful.
There she walks over to the bar. She sits on the stool. The shot the bartender had set up for her, she downed it right away. She asked for another. He makes his way over to her.
There she looks down once he sat down.
"I look like shit." A smile of hatred showed on her face. That smile slowly left to a frown of sadness.
"Why do I care? I'm just some stranger who sees a girl in pain from a man who seemed to not understand what he is missing on." She looked at the man who spoke those words. SHe looked away from him and downed the shot.
"It's noticeable?" She asked as she looked at the man. He nodded his head. She sighed and spoke again, "well he cheated on me. He doesn't want me... he made that noticeable."
Lance stared at the girl. He sees how such a pretty girl can be destroyed. She is there right in front of him.
"Well it's always nice to talk to a stranger... even if the stranger is a cocky bastard." She smiled and nodded her head.
"I guess so... I'm Mary." She puts her hand out for him to shake. He looks down at it and takes it. A smile spreads across his face.
"Lance."
••••
There she lays her head on his shoulder. This past year Lance and Mary have gotten closer than anyone who are single should.
After Lance has started to become close with her, he hasn't kissed a girl. He hasn't bother to talk to one with the interest of a one night stand. His obsession was slowly about to disappear. He doesn't understand to what is so special about Mary... but it keeps him here with his arm around her.
Mary doesn't know a thing about Lance's obsession... until tonight.
••••
Lance found himself almost sober in Mary's apartment. He sits there thinking things he shouldn't.
Mary sits there with tear stained cheeks, next to a monster. Someone she has come fond of just broke her heart.
"You never told me who you really are, Lance." He looks at her. That cocky bastard that was there a year ago has gone away. She just stares at the wall in front of them.
"I thought I shouldn't... since I actually wanted to be with you." She looks at the man, disgust all over face. She stands up with more anger than possible. She puts her arms crossed.
"Lance, you tried to get with every girl who came into your direction! Hell you tried to get a threesome with some blonde chicks! I never thought you were that type of person... hell I hoped you weren't!" Tears were about to fall again. He always had told her he'd never wanted to be with any normal girl. But tonight he showed his true colors. He showed his old obsession to the girl, who is his new obsession.
"Mary, I'm sorry. I should've told you earlier." She stared at the man. She looks at the apartment door.
"Get out of here. Call an uber. I don't want to see you for the rest of my god forsaken life." He looks at her. Pain written all over his face. He starts to shake his head. He stood up. Tears about to fall.
"Please Mary... please. You need to understand. I'm... I'm not like that anymore. I swear." She looks at him. Tears fall down her face.
"Lance, you told me you didn't want a normal girl. All you have done is hit on me and never have gotten the balls to ask me out. But tonight you get drunk and you try to get with every girl that came in your way. Go back to your gym. I told you I don't want to see you."
Lance looks at the door and then back to her. He kisses her cheek as always. He heads towards the door. He arrives and he is about to close the door. But he speaks up before he could close the door, "I'll always be that stranger who loves you more than your boyfriend." He closes the door.
••••
There she walks in the bar. The very bar she met the love of her life. The love who broke her heart, just by him being a player.
There he sits, not a drink in sight. Just there for the rememberence of her. Women try to get wit him, but it's never her. The real girl he want to be with.
It's so weird. How some cocky bastard, a man who uses girls for sex, no longer wants to be with every girl but one. How some brokenhearted girl, lost in the game of love, no longer remembers what it feels to be in love.
It's so funny how they're in the same damn musty bar, yet they don't seem to notice each other. It's so funny how she walks to the very seat she fell in love in. It's so funny how he finally looked over to that empty seat to find it not so empty anymore.
His eyes widen. It's his chance. His only chance to be with her again. He walks over to the girl. The girl he has fallen for ever since she has walked in that bar's door the first time. He takes a seat.
"A stranger will always be in love with you," she looks up, "no matter if she could never love him."
Shock filled her body. She stares at the man. She wraps her arms around him.
"I'm so sorry. I've always wanted to see you again but you're never at your gym when I go. I wish I could've changed the way I reacted that night," she apolgized. He sat there shocked. He wraps his arms around her. He smiles. He put his face to her head. He takes a breath of her scent he has missed. After all she is his obsession.
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