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Sebastian Stan

It looked as if his heart shattered when he spoke. His words filled my mind. I never realized how many things he noticed about me. Most of the things he mentioned only happened a handful of times but he saw how important those things were to me and he remembered.

I stood there, my eyes welling with tears as he finished speaking.They both sat there a while, no one said anything until Jimmy spoke up

"Wow. I would have never guessed. I don't think I've ever heard that type of confession in all my life."

He let out a rough chuckle wiping his eyes on his suit jacket, "I just want her to be happy. Even if that means that I'm not with her. I love the fact that I get to work with her again. No matter how tightly my heart wrenches."

I bit my lip trying not to cry out.

"I think with that we are out of time. Ladies and Gentlemen, Sebastian Stan!" Jimmy stood and gave him a round of applause. Sebastian stood and shook his hand. I watched him walk off stage, waiving to the audience. "Now please give a warm welcome to our next guest, (y/n) (l/n)!"

My head quickly shot over to Jimmy, gently wiping my face of any indication of crying, smoothing out my dress as I walked carefully on stage. As I made it to my chair I caught his eyes, they looked so full of pain, but before I could make any indication that I saw him he turned and walked off. I couldn't stop the look of hurt washing over my features as I sat down. Looking over at Jimmy, reaching out my hand as he shook it.

"Well, that was quite the interview. I know I told you you would be joining Mr. Stan but I think this is better."

I nodded my head, trying to plaster on a fake smile, "Yes I agree. I think he needed a break. Doubtful he wanted to face me immediately after that." I let out a shaky laugh as I fidgeted with my rings.

"I couldn't help but notice the outfit you're wearing would you mind giving us a spin?"

"Oh of course not." I stood up and gave a small twirl, showing off my outfit.

"Inspired by anyone?" Looking at me a playful smile on his face.

"I thought it was obvious. Subtlety isn't one of my strong suits. Its uh... I umm. Bucky. Bucky was the inspiration." A heavy blush filled my cheeks, " Seeing as though I was supposed to be sitting next to him I thought it would be a nice little tip of the hat to his character he portrayed so well."

"Well seeing as though there's obvious tension in the room and not that long left on the clock, I feel like we should be getting straight to the point. As long as you're comfortable with it of course?"

"Ask away Jimmy." I put on a bright smile looking at him.

"Well seeing as though Sebastian just spilled his heart onto the floor, I feel it only fair to ask you the same question. What's it like working with Sebastian again? After all this time."

"Wonderful."

His eyebrows shot up, "Really? That's quite the shock."

"Is it though? After all, we have known each other for almost ten, fifteen years? I missed working with him, The first time it felt like a dream." I sighed closing my eyes thinking about the first time we worked on set together, "It was almost as if we had known each other for forever. And then just the continuation of that cycle just made it more fantasy like. But then it stopped so it's only natural for me to want to resume working with him. Isn't it?"

"I suppose. What about the break up? Did that not affect you?"

"Well it's hard to say. Just like working with him, our relationship felt like a dream. It was beautiful." I looked right at the camera, hoping he was watching, "It was the most wonderful thing but like all dreams, at some point you wake up."

"So how did the relationship end? You both seemed happy and after his interview and what you just said, it sounds like neither of you wanted it to end."

"I guess neither of us did, I suppose. I honestly don't know what happened. All of a sudden we were in love and then we decided it was over. I don't honestly know why." I furrowed my brows. "I guess that's what happens, when you have a romance that's too good to be true. The real fantasy of love, it overwhelms you. To the point where ending it yourselves would be better then it falling apart on its own. Having such a fairytale life together, I think we both got too scared of this unnatural bliss and decided to leave it in our dreams."

"Well thank you for sharing with us but unfortunately we have actually run out of time today and until next time this is the last you will be hearing from (y/n) tonight. A big round of applause for (y/n) and Sebastian. And be on the lookout for the next episode of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier streaming exclusively on Disney Plus. Thank you everyone and goodnight!"
As the outro music started playing I stood up and bowed a little to the audience then I waved to them making my way off stage.

Once I was safely behind the curtain, I ran to my dressing room. Tears fell as I shut my door, walking over to the little vanity they gave me, sitting down and staring at myself in the mirror.

I sat there for who knows how long till I finally got myself up and started gathering my things getting ready to leave. Walking out the door, getting into my car and driving myself home.
Sitting on my bed, surrounded by darkness cuddled to an old sweatshirt that happened to be his, I cried. I cried so hard, silently, loudly, quietly, heartbreaking. Everything in between. I don't know how long I stayed like that till a knock on my door echoed through my apartment. I sat still trying to be quiet, as if that would make it go away. The knocking echoed again.

I crawled out of bed, in just his sweatshirt and my panties, not really caring about how exposed I was. Walking to my front door as I reached for the handle, the knocking choed again, I squeaked in surprise, waiting for it to stop to open the door. There he was. He stood there, looking exhausted, his eyes slowly making their way up my body as I opened the door. I stared into his eyes, the sadness and exhaustion fleeting being replaced by an emotion I haven't seen in years, desire, passion. Lust. He pushed past the door, picking me up, instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist as he shut the door. Holding me tightly to him, as his lips met mine. As I happily kissed back, his legs on autopilot to my bedroom, we spent so much time in.

Sebastian's Pov

I knocked on the door, not knowing how I ended up here. After a while, I knocked again. What am I doing here? My gaze locked to the ground. After a third time, the door opened. My vision met with bare feet where the door used to be. My gaze traveled upwards, slowly looking up her legs, past her thighs where a small flash of her black lace panties poked out under her sweatshirt. Continually traveling upwards gazing over my sweatshirt till I reached her face. Puffy, and red, her eyes slightly swelling her hair in a bun. Something filled me. I wanted, no I needed her. I pushed the door the rest of the way open, picking her up like I've done countless times before, her legs wrapping themselves across my waist. Her eyes looking deep into mine, I closed the door. Melding my lips with hers as I walked to the bedroom that we had shared so long ago.

I kicked her door open, my left arm wrapped protectively around her waist, my other planted under her thigh. I kneeled on her bed, laying her down as if I did it too harshly she would break on impact. I climbed over her, kicking my shoes off of my feet, so as to not dirty her deep blue bed spread. I hovered my face over hers, her eyes filled with longing, almost begging me.

I pulled my shirt off before returning my lips to hers, her soft velvet like lips fuling me. My hands found their way to her thighs, pulling her pelvis towards mine. We pulled away, breathing heavily. Her eyes found mine, and in the softest most broken voice I've ever heard she whispered, "Please don't leave me again."

"Not in a million years."