#sebastian stan x woc reader

As per usual, I am joining the thirst game late, but better late than never. Right? Whew, I have now officially joined the Sebastian Stan train. I GET IT. I FINALLY GET IT. I FINALLY SEE WHAT EVERYONE SEES. Thus, this is a Sebastian Stan inspired fic. I hope you enjoy! XX

You laughed, genuinely laughed. You couldn’t stop the natural reaction of your body, or the smile that formed on your lips.

“She laughs.” He smirked.

“He finally said something worthy of laughter.”

“He is Sebastian,” he chuckled, realizing he was still talking in third person. “Seb. I go by Seb.”

“Seb,” you repeated, letting the name sink in as you looked him over.

“She is?”

“She doesn’t do good guys.”

He raised his brow. “Who says I’m a good guy?”

You gave him a once over again. Your eyes confirming what you’d known from the moment he sat down. He wasn’t the first guy that had chosen a seat next to you at the quiet bar. He wasn’t even the first to have talked to you or tried to pick you up. Everything about you screamed “do not approach,” yet, that didn’t stop him or the others. You looked like you were having a bad day, and you couldn’t even blame your resting bitch face. In fact, the truth was you were having a bad month…year. The only reprise from the turmoil in your life was this quiet bar in the middle of one of the loudest cities in the world. It cured your bouts of loneliness by allowing you to be around people, but not be overwhelmed by them. You read unapproachable, but the truth was you were craving for someone to see you - to remind you that you were alive. That’s how you knew he was dangerous - he’d seen beyond your cool girl exterior. Your mask was slipping.

You sighed, taking another shot. “It’s not your fault. I don’t do nice guys either.”

“So, what guys do you do?”

You smiled, realizing the innuendo you’d talked yourself into. “Look, there’s a bar three blocks from here. It’s always packed and super loud. You should head over there and find a good girl…or a nice girl.”

“Who said I do good girls,” he bit his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving you, “or nice girls?”

Closing your eyes, you swallowed your nerves. You were getting sucked into his eyes, his charm, his demeanor…and you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t allow yourself to fall. “I promise you that I’m not the girl your looking for.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not looking for anything.”

“It won’t end well,” you continued, feeling yourself getting pulled in, despite the alarm bells in your head. He would only be a temporary fix, yet that’s what made this exciting. An hour of relief was better than nothing.

“Happy endings are overrated.”

You laughed, but this time you couldn’t hide the pain that was edged in your voice. Your mask was definitely slipping.

He glanced around at the nearly empty bar, checking it out as if he was actually contemplating your warning. You hoped for your sake and his that he would get up and leave. You wouldn’t hold it against him. It would actually be better this way. Yet, when he stood up, your heart sank. It was better this way you reminded yourself. You lowered your eyes and focused back on your drink. He raised his hand, getting the bartenders attention.

“I’ll close out both tabs.”

You raised your brow, but accepted the gesture. “Thanks.”

“You ready to go?”

This time, you fully turned to him surprised by the question. He grabbed his card from the bartender, placing it in his wallet as if your conversation hadn’t happened. You studied his side profile, trying to read his mind.

“Why,” you finally asked. He didn’t know your name, and everything you said in the past few minutes didn’t inspire any confidence.

His jaw tensed as he turned to look at you. His brows furrowed as his eyes bore into you. You saw the flash of worry in his eyes before he smirked and switched on the charm. Towering over you, he leaned his arm on the back of the barstool until you were face to face.

“A good guy never backs down from a fight,” he whispered, before kissing your cheek.

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Thank you for reading. Yes, I am still working on my taglist. Until I write again, xoxo.