#sebastian stan would’ve given chris evans TONGUE!!!

[fictitiousfoodie]

A Few Weeks pt 8

Although it is coming to a close we aren't quite done! I just want to say thank you again for all the kind words and support. I have truly love writing and sharing this story. I will be putting out a masterlist as well as a permeant tag list today. Please feel free to comment or send me a note if you would like to be added to it. 

I only have one more part to this so if you guys have any ideas you would like to see I am always open to them! 

Summary: You are suck in a house with Hiddleston, Stan and Evans and Stan and it is time to finally head home. 

Word Count: 1519 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

That text message had shaken her a little. Y/N was happy to be going home but also was upset. She had been having so much fun and enjoying herself here. She had told each of the men, and they had all had the same mix of emotions. Ready to be back in their own space but upset cause it had been fun. Y/N had decided to walk outside to help clear her head. It was, of course, a beautiful day which didn't help. She laughed to herself, knowing if it were a movie or tv show, it would be raining. The truth she knew from the very beginning was finally happening. It was never permanent, only ever meant to be temporary. 

She was coming back inside when she overheard the 3 men talking in the living room, and she couldn't help but stay quiet to see what they were saying. 

"I am just saying you guys weren't the first one to get with her - she obviously is going home with me. Plus, I have been teaching her Romanian, and we still do yoga in the morning. She would be so upset if all of a sudden she didn't have me to do it with, "Sebastian said with a smirk.

"Whatever, she had a connection with me first. I am taking her, and you know it. She kissed me first, and I still have movies for her to catch up on, "Chris boasted.  "Fellas, we all know that she wants intellect as well as brawn, plus Sunflower is mine through and through. Between my wit and the books that I've shared with her, her head and heart are mine, "Tom finally added. The conversation continued, and Y/N was furious. The more she listened to them, the more she heard them talk like they were the ones who would decide. Were they crazy? She wasn't going with any of them. She was going home by herself. She was a little in shock that they had, even though any of this would continue when they left. She could no longer hold her tongue or herself back. She burst into the living room, already feeling the tears stinging. How both care enough about her to want to continue things but care so little to think they would make that choice for her. 

"Really? You lot think you get to decide where I go. I am going home by myself. And how dare you ....", her voice cracking as the tears started to roll down her cheeks, "How dare you think any of you had won me. What, like some sort of prize? You amaze me. You believed that you would just come up to me and say "you're coming with me" and I would blindly and obediently follow you." Tom moved towards her to correct and comfort her, but Y/N took a step back. 

"Don't touch me. And don't you dare try to talk your way out of this. I heard enough to know that you would've technically asked me, but you all didn't think it was even necessary. I knew it all of you assumed I was just that easy. Here's some insight you might have missed. I have been doing yoga for years in the morning without you, Sebastian. And Chris, really? You don't think I could watch a TV show or movie on my own? Tom, I have truly loved every book you've given to me and every conversation, but if you think that is special only to you, you don't know a thing about me. I didn't tell you information about me cause I NEVER planned on this continuing beyond this house. I wish each of you the best of luck. " She was fully crying now, a mixture of anger and hurt due to each one of them. She turned on her heel and walked to her room. None of them followed to wrapped up in thought about what had just happened. Y/N was glad that she really didn't have anything else to say and didn't want to hear them try to explain. 

She sat in her window for a while, enjoying the view and trying to let her mind absently wander. She had stopped crying. There was no point in it. The silence of the room was finally broken when her phone dinged. It was an email with her flight information 2 days from now. Tears started to well up in her eyes again. It was truly over. Her heart was aching at that thought and leaving everything this way. Unsure of what to do, she got up and just started packing. 

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Tom was the first to move. He walked outside and slumped down in a chair. He felt guilty about how he had handled everything. He really cared for Y/N and honestly had thought they had been connecting beyond just the physical aspects. He had never met anyone with a spark like hers. She had managed to be both sweet and feisty. He felt his chest tighten as he realized just how gravely he had messed up with her. He realized his comment had made it sound like he had introduced her to reading and that she would be lost without him, and he knew far too well that that wasn't the case. He should've known not to hold on so tight.

Eventually, he walked back to his room, not sure what to do with himself. He so desperately wanted to run to her and beg for forgiveness and explain himself. He didn't do that, though, knowing it only worked in movies, and this was real life. He knew Y/N needed space and time. But, if he was truly honest, he was sure her answer would be no, she didn't forgive him, and he wasn't ready to hear that. 

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Sebastian sat on the couch for what seemed like hours. He'd thought that he had indeed met the one. He had known even when he was younger than he wanted his girlfriend/wife/spouse/ partner, whatever the case may be, to be his best friend. He had always admired the relationships where the couple truly seemed like friends. He had thought he had found that in Y/N sure it was just the start of it, but he could see all the adventures he wanted to take her on, all the moments and laughter he wanted to share.

He noticed Tom going and sitting outside and looked up briefly when Chris had left the room. He knew Y/N had missed breakfast and thought about taking her some food but decided space was better. She, after all, was right. She had survived and thrived on her own long before any of them had come into her life, and he knew she would continue to with or without them. 

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Chris felt angry and hurt at what Y/N had said. She knew better than to think that was what any of them meant. He wasn't stupid. He knew she could watch movies or tv shows by herself. It was that he had always enjoyed doing it with her. Cuddling with her as they watched, feeling her jump when something sudden happened, or feeling her tense when the suspense became too much for her to ignore. She was movies as works of art and always had the most incredible points of view. He loved that she was like a walking IMDB, always connecting even the most minor roles through actors. 

After a few moments, he stood and walked to his room. He sat on the bed and thought about all the laughter he had shared with Y/N. 

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Y/N had called her best friend Sophie and arranged to be picked up at the airport. When Sophie had asked what had happened, Y/N broke down in tears and didn't stop this time. She told her the whole thing from the beginning, and both of them were crying by the end of it. Sophie could hear the hurt not just from the conversation but from the reality that this was coming to an end crushing Y/N's heart. Y/N then admitted what she hadn't wanted to out loud, that where she wanted to or not, she had grown close to the three of them. She had come to care about each of them very much and was devastated by what had happened today. She was hurt, plain and simple. She had stayed on the phone with Sophie while she packed, trying to focus on everything that had been going on in Sophie's life and drown out her own pains. By the time she had finished packing, minus the things she would need for the next two days, she was starving. It was past lunchtime and growing closer to dinner. She didn't want to go downstairs and get caught by anyone then have to talk, but she wasn't going to hide either. She made it down the stairs and didn't see anyone.  But waiting on the table were 3 notes, one from each of the men she had given a piece of her heart. 

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[jennifersylvesters]

ring ring ( prologue )

Pairing: flower shop owner!Chris Evans x coffee shop manager!reader Word Count: ~2.9k A/N: i just really wanted soft!chris evans / potentially soft!sebastian stan - so i made it lmao. secret admirers and soft men? that’s what i’m going for fam. i’ll admit that it’s a bit slow, but i promise it’ll get to a better pace in the next part. also i’ll probably make a proper header for the upcoming parts. feedback is always appreciated/loved aka i’d probably cry if you gave it to me

While many trudge through the vicious cycle of mornings, struggling to fully stay awake on their commute to school or work, they forget about those who wake up earlier than them to provide their much needed coffee. Forgotten are the unsung heroes who wake up before dawn to help satisfy the caffeine craving. Yet it was a position you proudly took on as manager of The Cozy Cup Café, a small yet charming coffee shop. 

You never would’ve imagined staying on for as long as you had. “This is only temporary” you told yourself heading into the interview. But something about the cozy environment and your fellow baristas made you stay on and eventually become manager. 

At this point in your life, The Cozy Cup Café felt like home to you. Everyone knew you and vice versa. You enjoyed chatting with your regulars, checking up on their family members and how their life was going. You liked helping new customers with choosing drinks, recommending your favorites and taking delight when they enjoyed it as well. In your down time you joked with the rest of the crew, finding a perfect balance between work and relax. 

Of course like any job there were certain downsides that came along. Often times the rude customers made difficult mornings into dreadful ones. There were those who tested your patience, making you sometimes wish you could snap back at them. One woman in particular always made you grind your gears from the first moment you met her. 

It had been a brisk February morning with a steady line forming at the till. People murmured out their orders to you, proceeding with the typical polite casualness. You didn’t expect much from most people, understanding the struggle of waking up. Then there was her. Right as you were about to chirp out a polite greeting and ask how she was doing, she immediately cut you off. 

“Venti, quad, soy, light foam latte with one packet of Splenda. For Scarlett” the woman announced, eyes refusing to look up from her phone as she rapidly typed on the screen. It was off-putting to have someone throw their order so bluntly at you, but you quickly scribbled down her order before setting it down for the barista to work on. 

A couple minutes later as you hopped on to help make drinks, you saw out of the corner of your eye the blonde woman staring you down as she drummed her fingers on the counter. A part of you wanted to ignore it, just pretend you didn’t see her so she would eventually leave. But the stare bore into you, forcing you to finally acknowledge her. 

“You spelled my name wrong.” She held out her cup for you to inspect, visibly irritated. Even after politely apologizing, she continued to glare at you. “How hard is it for you to spell Scarlett? It’s literally not that difficult. How did you mess that up?” Getting yelled at about misspelling was new territory for you. You apologized repeatedly but to no avail; she sent you one final dirty look before huffing away. It only seemed natural to assume she had no plans of returning to the establishment. 

Oh, how wrong you would be. Instead Scarlett chose to become a regular. You dreaded the minute it turned seven forty-five knowing she’d come in most days, always irritatedly tapping her Louboutins behind the slower customers. No matter how hard you tried, she never showed any attempt of consideration towards you or the other workers. Nothing seemed to please her. 

“There’s too much foam” she would snap, placing the coffee on the counter ledge before shoving in your direction. 

“Ugh, this is too sweet” she would spit out, making a face. 

“Did you drop the shot?” she would chastise you. “You must’ve dropped the shot or else why would this be so disgusting and bitter?” Perhaps to match her soul. 

Of course you’d hold your tongue, politely apologizing and redoing her order. It almost was a given at this point that you would need to remake her drink any time she came in. 

Certain regulars like her made you wonder why they visited The Cozy Cup if they constantly seemed displeased. Sure the coffee was good, but was it really that addictive that they needed to bring their negative energy to your shop? Apparently so. 

You couldn’t help but question why a fellow named Sebastian frequented the cafe as well. You initially swooned when he stepped foot into the shop. Every so often you saw him around town, knowing he owned the bar down the street. But just as quickly as your attraction came, it promptly dissipated with his curt attitude. Of course it never deterred you from trying to remain friendly. You would ask about his bar or how his day was going, hoping for just a bit of rapport. It seemed nearly impossible to have any connection with him seeing as questions were always received with one word responses and his eyes usually avoided yours.

Despite his quiet and gruff demeanor, you could sense his kindness. The smallest gestures proved it: from how he always tipped generously before heading out to cleaning up the sugar and milk counter even though it wasn’t necessary. 

Whenever his friends would join him on the coffee excursions, he seemed to tense up more than usual. Yet you knew he was a selective man and that he wouldn’t have brought them around unless he truly enjoyed their company. You liked his friend Anthony who always cracked jokes and made you laugh. His friend Tom was always polite with you, often asking about your day and how you were doing. When he casually mentioned how lovely you looked, you couldn’t help but blush. He complimented you frequently whenever he stopped by, which always prompted Sebastian to lightly shove him and tell him to knock it off. 

It was in those moments when you would finally make eye contact with Sebastian. There was always a look of concern, making sure his friend wasn’t overstepping boundaries. All it took was a simple nod for him to understand the flirtation hadn’t upset you. With that he would yank his friends out of The Cozy Cup, making you curious about the terse bartender.

For all its ups and downs, you loved your job. There was one part you looked forward to most, knowing it was quite unique. While most of your fellow baristas looked forward to their days off, you couldn’t wait for Wednesday afternoon to roll around. 

Every week like clockwork, the doors chimed and a bouquet of flowers arrived for you. A note would be attached along with the flowers, often singing affectionate praises and adoration. This sweet and constant gift sent your heart fluttering, making you wish you knew who your secret admirer was. 

The first time it occurred, it completely caught you off guard. “These are for you” the delivery man announced proudly, handing a bouquet of lavender roses. You blinked as you slowly took the flowers into your arms. There were more than two dozen, delicate ribbon tied on the ends. A small, pink note was tucked in the center with your name written in calligraphy. Pulling the note out, your face flushed when you realized it was a love letter. The note wasn’t long, but it was enough to overwhelm you. 

You quickly thanked the delivery man before sitting down to fully process what happened. Someone customized a special delivery just to tell you how special you were? The gesture was thoughtful and romantic, something you never expected to happen. As happy as you were, you assumed it was a fluke and that it wouldn’t occur again.

When a bouquet of pink and white gerbera daisies were delivered the next week, your face reddened like mad in front of the customers. So this wasn’t just a one time deal. You took them from the delivery man, spinning on your heels and heading to the back. Once out of sight, you buried your head in the flowers overwhelmed at how beautiful they were. As the weeks progressed, you begun looking forward to Wednesday afternoons and the sweet promises of flowers and loving words.

One of the best parts of these flower arrangements was who delivered the bouquets. Of course he wasn’t just the delivery man but the owner of the flower shop. The first time he stepped inside the cafe and introduced himself as Chris, nerves took over and all you could do was politely nod. Now you spoke to him with ease, but your excitement whenever he came in never faded. 

Even before the deliveries you often saw Chris around. Whenever business was slow, all you had to do was look up and across the street to see him occupied with his orders and arrangements. You would watch him burst into laughter at something one of his workers said, throwing a hand on his chest, as if he could barely contain his happiness. It made you wonder what his laugh sounded like, what it would be like to hear him laugh at jokes you made. You never met the beautiful man who owned the flower shop until he came in personally to deliver the bouquets to you. 

Lizzie, one of the baristas and one of your best friends, always playfully teased you once Chris left. “Which thing are you more excited for: the flowers or the man bringing them?” she’d ask. You’d roll your eyes at the question knowing full well that you enjoyed both. Why would you ever need to choose one over the other? But sometimes you couldn’t help but tiptoe over the line of wanting Chris’s company over the flowers. 

It became a weekly occurrence that he would stick around after the delivery, simply chatting with you while sipping on a cup of coffee. He spoke about his family and how much he adored their visits. He loved talking about his dog, which he often showed you multiple photos of the sweet creature. “You’d love him” he swore. If he was just as sweet as his owner, you were sure you’d get along well. Sometimes you wished that the conversations would last longer, but you knew he needed to return back to his business and you needed to help other customers.   

As Wednesday rolled around, you anxiously waited for the arrival of Chris. He usually swung by around one thirty when the cafe was at its slowest. After the lunch rush you checked your phone every so often in hopes that the seconds would go by faster. No such luck. With no one in the shop, you decided to Lizzie on her break as you tidied up. It wasn’t until the door chimes rung softly that you glanced up to see Chris pushing open the door.

“Hey there” he greeted you, one hand full of a bouquet of flowers while he waved to you with his free hand. 

“Oh. Lizzie not here today?” he asked, glancing around the cafe. 

You shook your head. “She’s on break right now.”

“Ah” he nodded in response. He grinned as he looked around the empty shop. “So it’s just you and me now, huh?”

“Yup. Just you and me” you echoed, a pink tinge appearing on your face. 

“I like the sound of that” he laughed. You couldn’t get enough of his laugh. There was something so infectious about it that you couldn’t help but smile hearing it. 

He approached the counter, gently handing over the bouquet. This week’s flower arrangement featured gardenias and blue violets. Plucking the note from the side, you read it to yourself. “I wonder if you notice me the same way I notice you. I can’t help but wonder if everyone else can sense how much I enjoy being in your presence. Is it obvious for the world to see? Do I stutter too much or is my face too heated? Only you have me flustered like no other. Would others laugh if they knew or encourage this pursuit? But then I realize that I only care about one person’s opinion. And that if it was only you who noticed and you felt the same way I did, it would be enough for me. - Your Secret Admirer” 

“I love it” you breathed out softly, fingers tracing the petals. 

“Glad to hear it. I’ll let your admirer know that you’re just in love with this one as you were the last.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his comment. Every week you were always in awe that the only thing you could say was how much you loved it. 

“Do you choose the flowers in the arrangement or does, um, the other person?” There was hesitancy in your voice for saying the word ‘admirer’. You knew that was what you had, but it felt almost cocky if you were to let the word slide out of your mouth so easily. 

Chris shrugged. “It’s fifty fifty. Sometimes he chooses them. Sometimes he just wants to send you something beautiful that he leaves the arrangement up to me.”

“And today? Who chose it?”

He paused upon seeing your eagerness. “I think I’ll leave it a surprise” he decided, causing you to frown. “Hey, c’mon now. When the time is right, you’ll find out who your admirer is.” 

With that, you decided to drop the subject. Setting the flowers and note aside, you began making his usual order as he conversed with you. He spoke about the movie he watched last night and how he though you’d quite enjoy it even if the ending was terribly cheesy. You nodded along to his words but found yourself thinking about your admirer.

So many thoughts raced inside your head. Did you know him? Or did he just know you? Was he a regular or had you met him in some other place? Was it adoration at first sight or had it taken a while for you to grow on that person? These questions plagued your mind, making you wish you knew the answers. Of course the question you wanted to know most of all but knew never to ask sat at the very tip of your tongue: was Chris your admirer? 

You never would’ve thought of it if Lizzie and Letitia, your other best friend, hadn’t planted the concept. “It makes perfect sense. What better way to get to talk to you by faking an admirer” Leti suggested one night at your apartment. The three of you were spending a night in trying to relax when the topic of your secret admirer came up. 

“She has a good point” Lizzie agreed, nudging your shoulder. You waved off the idea but the two of them persisted. 

“He’s a total catch, but in this day and age people don’t do the whole straightforward deal. That’s why Lizzie’s on Tinder and I’m doing those online dating sites.” Lizzie scowled, tossing a pillow at Letitia.

“Let’s be real here. This just gives him more time to hang out with you. And you’re a total catch, Y/N. He now knows what makes you swoon and he’s probably just trying to find the right time to admit he’s sending the flowers and notes” Leti insisted. 

Even though you laughed it off, you couldn’t shake the idea that Chris might actually be your admirer. And honestly, you loved that idea. Everything about him seemed so perfect that you wanted it be true. But there were no obvious hints for you to definitively say it was him. And the only way for you to find out more information was to talk to the only person who knew the truth. 

“So no hints at all to the flower giver?” you eventually asked, letting your curiosity get the best of you. Though your earlier conversation had been about football, your random interjection didn’t bother Chris in the slightest.

“What would the fun be in that?” he teased, leaning in closer to you. 

“It would make it a lot easier for me to use a person’s name rather than calling them ‘flower giver’ or ‘person’” you pointed out. “Of course, I love all of this. I really do. But, well, it’s been a couple months. I figured they might’ve given me at least a hint by now.” 

He hummed as he pondered this notion. “Well, let’s just say your admirer is a lot closer than you think.” Was this him admitting that he was your admirer? It felt like a sign. Your heart raced as both of your eyes locked with one another. How could you even tear yourself away from those dreamy blue eyes? 

“Chris” a familiar voice snipped. Both of you looked at the entrance where your least favorite customer stood. Her arms crossed, she tapped her heel irritatedly waiting for him. Oh? So they knew one another. This news caught you by surprise seeing how she came across as bitter as espresso beans while he resembled the sweetness of hot cocoa. But perhaps people like Chris were meant to spread kindness to everyone, even those as harsh as her. 

“Well I’ll see ya later!” he called out, giving you one last smile before joining Scarlett. She brushed her hand through his hair, lips firmly pressed together. Taking one last glance at you, she caressed his cheek before roughly kissing his mouth. The kiss seemed to take both you and Chris by surprise, both of your eyes widening at the aggressive display of affection. 

“Let’s go” she stated to the visibly flustered Chris. The way her hand immediately grasped his once she finished made it clear: he was hers and you’d be foolish to go against her. 

Oof. That’s rough, buddy.

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