#emilyvancampxreader

The other main actor of the series though… was something else. When you met Sebastian in the script reading, he was, of course, friendly and polite, but his sea blue eyes, warm smile and firm handshake send an eletrifying shock throughout your entire body. You brushed it off and told yourself that meeting your long-term celebrity crush would affect you like this. He probably didn’t even notice.

But he did.

In that day, in that awfully early morning Sebastian was already in a bad mood, but when he realized that somehow he had come to set an hour earlier (usually happened the opposite), he claimed that day as failed.

That was until Anthony showed up. Relieved he no longer has to be among writers, producers and just plain strangers, Sebastian got up to greet his friend.

He then noticed another person with him. A woman, a bit shorter than him with H/C hair that freely floating around the new girl’s face. And the face… Sebastian breath hitched as he took in your beauty. You were drop dead gorgeous. Still looking at you he didn’t notice Mackie closing in.

         - And this is famous Winter Soldier, - he introduced you. – In real life he’s still handsome, just less deadly.

         The moment you lifted your eyes at your co star, you saw him already looking at you. A litle blush creeped its way on your cheeks. You extended your hand for him to shake.

         - Y/N  L/N. Nice to meet ya!

         Sebastian, on the other hand, didn’t hear a damn word coming from Mackie’s mouth, just looked at you. His eyes fixed on your lips, he took in their shape, slightly red lipstick, the way they moved when you spoke. You spoke...

         Seeing Sebastian still not moving, Anthony lightly punched him on his arm. That woke him up. A little embarrased he took your hand. The moment he touched your skin, electricity shot through him. He looked for your reaction, but there was none, so figured it was the lack of sleep and coffee.

         - Don’t mind him. If this one hasn’t had his morning caffeine, he’s a bit slow, - Anthony laughed.

         After that day you quickly became friends with Seb. You spend a lot of time together. Mostly because there was a lot of scenes with you two and also cause he was the main victim of your and Anthony’s pranks.

         And even then you felt a little awkward when it came with you two being alone. Shooting scenes and doing interviews were a different story. When there was a lot of other people, you weren’t ashamed to come out of your shell, you flirted, joked around and teased the man.

         And that’s exactly how you found yourself sitting on one of the sofas, answering questions about the upcoming series. Anthony and Emily sat closer to the interviewer while you and Sebastian were placed further away on the other sofa.

         His hand was on the railing of the sofa, so close to your neck that sometimes his fingers accidentally would brush against your skin, burning it. At least you thought it was accidentally.

         Every time it happened, you would feel a bit uncomfortable and make a small movement, like change the way your legs were placed or tapped your fingers on the cushion.

         He noticed all of it and by the time the interview was almost done, he would intentionally touch your neck, noticing you moving away from his touch. He did it out of boredom. And also to see any reaction from you.

         The last few weeks were hard from him. Somehow he found you giving him a cold shoulder. At first it seemed maybe unintentionally done, but your distance grew with every passing day.

         Now he lived for your small blushes and warm smiles, and quiet singing, and nervous little habits. Just to see how far he could take your little crush on him. Yeah, he knew. That was kinda obvious if you knew what to look for. And also Anthony couldn’t keep a secret.

         - So, Y/N, you’ve gotten quite close with the cast, - the interviewer said with a small smile. – What kind of spell did you put on them?

         Sebastian looked at you, smiling, as his heart beat rised. If only they knew…

         Anthony spoke up before you got the chance.

         - You know, it’s all about the food. None of us has the skill set needed to prepare anything other than water and already made-up pizza. We became friends when allowed me to steal all her food, - he said, laughing.

         - Yeah, that’s good too, but when you are used to younger sisters around you, you kinda see every good female friend like that.

         Smiling, you agreed.

         - I was just glad to have a famous actress for a sister. Comes with benefits.

         The fans laughed, so did the actors, but you felt Sebastian’s fingers tickle your skin yet again. You almost forgot about it.

         For the first time making solid eye contact with him, you realized he wasn’t smiling. He was smirking. That fucking bastard! He knew what he was doing to you and used this knowledge for his own amusement!

         - Also, Anthony’s like a brother to me. He’s a lot like the sibling I have back home minus the childishness and annoyance, - you were silent for a moment and deeply rethinking last sentence. – You know what? I take it back. There’s nothing mature about him, - you shrugged, and the audience errupted and laughter.

         - I’m not annoying! – he faked an offended  tone, while the fans continued the laughing.

         - So, is this how your life among the cast is, Y/N? You see Emily as a sister and both of the male actors as brothers? – interviewer asked.

         You looked at your shoes for a moment, while thinking about a possible, non-offensive response to that.

         You could say he was your celebrity crush and admit (may I add, in front of hundreds of people) that you liked your co-star. That would resolve in probably public rejection or awkward, private rejection, if Sebastian would spare you some dignity and reject you when you’re alone.

         Of course, you also could not explain your feelings towards him, but that most likely would evolve into some ugly news, like „Y/N  L/N loves all of the co-stars as family, except for Sebastian Stan”. It would probably seem like you hate him.

And his fingers’ movement didn’t help to think at all.

So you went with the easier explainable answer.

- In fact, I do. Anthony and Sebastian really are like brothers to me, - you forced yourself to say the words.

The interviewer and the fans seemed satisfied with your answer, starting a new discussion with Emily about her family and husband. You noticed that Sebastian’s fingers weren’t touching you anymore. In fact, when you glanced at him, he had removed his arm from the sofa’s back and placed it on his thigh. He was stubbornly looking at his feet and biting his lip.

Not understanding what you did wrong, you joined in on the conversation with the rest of the cast.

But for Sebastian the rest of the interview was hell.

He was sure just a few more brushes of his fingertips on your skin and you would finally break. He heard Anthony and Emily saying something and interviewer asking a following question, but only truly listened when you spoke up.

In fact, I do. Anthony and Sebastian really are like brothers to me.

The sweet and warm answer made his heart stop for a second. Like brother? Brother? He wanted a lot of this from you: your laugh, smile, your uninterrupted attention, body, soul and everything in between but brotherly love wasn’t one of them.

For the first time he felt insecure. Of course you saw him like a brother, after all you did have a quite large age gap. He felt all this time he has been nurturing a false hope.

Of course it’s like that. What a fool you made of yourself with all the teasing and all the flirting, Sebastian!

The interview ended and all four of you stood up to leave. You and Emily stopped to take some pictures with fans and, in result, fell back a couple of steps.

Anthony and Sebastian, who was unnaturally quiet, stopped at the door to wait for both of you.

Anthony glanced at his friend, who’s eyes every few seconds darted at you and then back at the floor.

- You know, when you’re this quiet there’s usually three reasons: either you’re drunk or done something dumb…

- Or?

- Or there’s a very serious problem you can’t solve. And since you couldn’t have had the time to do the first two things, I’m assuming it’s the latter.

He looked at his friend and spoke whispering in a raspy voice that didn’t sound confident at all.

- Do I give off a sibling vibe? – he asked, looking like a kicked puppy.

Anthony, who had already forgotten about the sibling talk, chuckled.

- Maybe to some people, I don’t know, man.

Sebastian nodded and Mackie already wanted to ask for the reason behind such a strange question, when you and Emily finally caught up.

The four of you went back to the hotel, where for you all exclusively Marvel had ordered  large suite with four bedrooms. You said goodbye to your friends, wanting nothing more than to change into more comfortable clothes.

After calling your mom/dad/brother/sister (suit yourself), you fell asleep for a little while, so, after waking up several hours later, you surprisingly realized it was 8 AM. Your hair was a mess and neck was aching from the weird pose you slept in.

When no one was found around the suite, you decided to call. Emily wasn’t picking up her phone, but Anthony, who did, sounded tipsy and hald asleep. When you dialed Sebastian’s number, his ringtone came from inside his room, so you carefully opened the door, expecting him to be dead asleep.

Instead his room was empty and the music came from the bathroom. You made your way through his mess, while trying very hard to ignore his cologne and comfortable (made of boyfriend material) and far-too-large-for-you shirts you always managed to steal.

The phone was next to the sink. You ended the call and glanced at the caller’s ID.

That’s you, right? There was no name, no nickname, nothing that would give someone away that the caller is you, but the number matched.

Before you could allow your heart to race, something fell and shattered on the living room’s floor and it was followed by loud swearing and muttering.

You left Sebastian’s room to find him picking up the glass from a vase. Looking up and seeing you made him grin. He didn’t notice neither you exiting his room nor you holding his phone.

- Hey, sweetheart. I was just coming to check on you. After Emily left to meet Josh, Anthony and I went for a drink. Wanted to ask you, but you were asleep and I didn’t wanna… Is that my phone? – he suddenly asked.

You looked down at your hand and slowly nodded.

- Yeah, I called and it started to ring in your room.

He reached for the phone, his fingers lightly brushing over yours. The touch was familiar. You could still feel the fingertips on the back of your neck.

Feeling awkward silence settling down, you turned to get back to your room, when he asked.

- Why do you see me as a brother? – his words came out harshly and angrier than he had intended.

- What? – you were dumbfounded.

He calmly stepped closer to you, one step at a time.. Surprised, you stepped back.

- Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. In the interview you said you saw me and Anthony as brothers. Why?

You met his gaze, just to realize he was easily hovering over you. When did you lose the sense of your height difference?

You didn’t know what to answer. Telling the truth could resolve in rejection, but, on the other hand, you could never really look him in the eye and lie.

- Why does it bother you so much? – answering with a question seemed like a way to expand your time until he said:

- I asked you first, Y/N.

Gathering last bits of your confidence, you signed and moved around him to get away. His hand grabbed your wrist and turned you around, facing him.

- What the hell is wrong with you? – he said louder and maybe you would have tried to free your hand, if his questions wouldn’t leave you astonished.

- What’s wrong with me? The hell is that suppose tto mean?

- Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Your fucking double signals, princess. One moment you flirt with me and let me fall deeper in love with you, but then you call me a brother? A fucking brother, really? That was just a low blow.

- What did you just say? – you actually didn’t hear anything after ‘fall deeper in love with you’.

- So, just answer me: what makes you see me as a brother? – he stepped back and looked for something, anything, any kind of emotion – pity, anger or confusion. Instead you laughed.

Now it was his turn to be puzzled. He was expecting anything but that. Were you angry? Were you making fun of him?

- What’s so funny?

- Look, Seb, you couldn’t be further from a brother to me. I love the interviews and I’m mostly honest in them, but I couldn’t force myself to admit I liked you than just as a friend in front of so many people. God, I couldn’t even do it alone with you.

- You like me? Like not a brother?

- I really don’t my feelings for you checks any of the boxes of ‘brotherly love”. I just thought my crush would go away with time, but it kinda didn’t, - you shrugged and looked up to see Sebastian grin.

- Oh, are you going to make fun of me now? – you asked - part scared, part joking.

He stepped closer and in one swift moment his lips were on yours. Surprised, you stumbled back, but he balanced you, putting his hands on your waist. When you pulled back, he was smirking.