-left Saturday at 7:45 am
-got to the hotel at 2
-found out check in is at 3
- BK did. Not. Nap.
-Dinner with mom, BK, and all my siblings at Longhorn
-the power went out at Longhorn and we had to wait a long time to be able to pay our ticket
-trip to Walmart, BK soaked her shoes in a puddle and they won’t dry and her feet are blistering
-BK sleeps in the tub
-I share a double bed with my sister, mom gets a double bed. All 3 dogs bunk with me and sister. Gave up on sleep around 3 am.
-the continental breakfast was literally a pitcher of juice, a carafe of coffee, 2 honey buns, and 6 slices of bread with butter and jelly packets.
-go to IHOP for breakfast
-go to Walmart again- the clothes I packed are for much warmer weather and BK and I are freezing
-BK “rests” by eating Skittles, which she calls Skittles Pox and yes, they are contagious.
-leave at the last minute to get to Redneck brother’s graduation
-go to the wrong school
-get to the right school just before the ceremony starts, park waaaaaay off. BK has been asleep for 20 minutes and wakes up confused enough to take a swing at me 😂
- find a spot in the bleachers. BK is being a two year old and can’t sit still for the ceremony. We play in the hall and just barely catch RB getting his diploma.
-back at hotel. Give dog her car sickness meds and pack the car way too fast- we have to wait to leave so her medicine will work.
-leave hotel at 4:30
-get McDonalds because we haven’t eaten since IHOP. Suddenly understand BK why BK was so grouchy.
-Stop twice for gas/pee breaks
-BK gets a hobby horse that is a unicorn
- make it to town at 9:45
-my mom gets to work 7 minutes before he shift starts
-I pack the diaper bag for the first day at a new daycare, check her paperwork
-pack my bag for a school day outside, including an outfit for a dunking booth
-search whole house for Mr. Kaaay’s wallet so I can get gas money and day care fees
-wake up Mr. Kaaay, find out he forgot to pull money for daycare
-readjust morning plan for time to stop at the ATM
-say a small prayer that BK will cooperate on getting dressed, brushing teeth, and eating breakfast. She went to bed 3 hours late, it’s looking grim. I need more deities.
-find Hawaiian shirt for tomorrow.
-brush teeth, take out contacts, set alarm for 4:45 and wonder if it’s worth it to attempt sleep tonight.
Pray for me, y'all. Ain’t no tired like end of school year, traveling with a toddler tired.
It’s loud enough that Jack drops Bitty’s overnight bag at his feet.
“This bed,” Bitty says and Jack scoffs.
“You scared me. I thought it was something serious.”
Bitty twists towards him from where he’s standing at the end of the bed.
“It is. I am serious about this bed,” he says before he starfishes across the mattress and buries his head in the pillows. “It’s heaven.”
“Alright?” Bitty looks at him through one eye and Jack shrugs.
He bought the first one he tired. It was comfortable and the salesman said it would be good for his back. He didn’t give it much thought.
“This is the most comfortable bed I have ever been in. Certainly the biggest.”
He stretches his arms out to his sides. They don’t quite reach the edge but the movement does pull his shirt tight across his shoulders and Jack is suddenly a lot more interested in this.
Bitty sighs happily then rolls over into his back and looks up at Jack who’s standing between his feet.
“Should I leave you and the bed alone?”
Bitty flexes his wrists then arches his back and sits up. He hooks his fingers in the belt loops of Jack’s jeans and tugs.
It’s one more tug and Jack carefully topples over and onto his boyfriend.
Bitty kisses him and slips his hands beneath Jack’s t-shirt.
Jack’s not expecting it when Bitty hooks a leg over his thigh and flips them. He straddles his hips and smiles down at him.
“We couldn’t do that in my bed at the Haus. You would’ve fallen right out,” he says and when Jack rolls his eyes Bitty presses down harder with his hands on his shoulders. “How can you be so blasé about this bed?”
“I don’t know.” He runs his hands up Bitty’s thighs and holds them tight around his hips then drags them back down again. “I like it a lot more now.”
Bitty grins down at him and dips in for another kiss.
TalesFromTheFrontDesk: That time I was one of the weird guests who didn't trust the motel
In my early 20s, I took a quick vacation to a coastal city where I only had time to book two nights. Being largely broke, I researched online to find the cheapest possible hotel with acceptable ratings, and I booked a room at an okay place: a highway-side motel with exterior balconies that had once been a pretty nice family getaway but was now a rung or two above hotels with a number after the name.
But there was a major hitch: despite reviews saying the staff was helpful and the parking lot was well-lighted etc. multiple reviews claimed that housekeeping had a habit of stealing items from rooms. It wasn’t just one or two snowflakes ranting - there were reviews going back for several years where guests complained that valuable stuff had gone missing and management had searched for it to no avail.
If I’d had more money, this (apparent) history of theft would have gotten the motel booted off my candidate list, but I was living at home while working full time in another town with a ninety minute commute, so I was grateful that I could have a vacation at all.
I check in and the front desk is friendly and super helpful, just like the online reviews promised. The room hasn’t been updated in twenty-five years and smells like the cigarette smoke from people who’ve long since died from emphysema, but I don’t care since I’m only using the place to crash.
Still, those reviews of housekeeper theft bother me. And so, me being way more anxious at the time than I am now, decide to stuff anything I considered “valuable” into my duffel bag and take it with me in my car when I go to the city proper. This, along with my backpack which I planned to take with me anyway, is pretty much all I brought on this trip.
When I get back to the motel in the evening, I try my key card in the door. It doesn’t work.
No big deal, I’ve stayed at hotels many times before, I know the drill. I go to the front desk.
Me: Excuse me, my card doesn’t work.
FD: Can I see your ID? What’s your room number?
Me: (shows her my ID) 222.
FD: (looks at the computer) It says here that you checked out.
FD: Yep. You are Carcharodon, right?
Me: I am.
FD: Yeah, Carcharodon checked out at 11:25 AM today.
Me: I don’t understand. I wasn’t anywhere near the office then. I paid for another night at this hotel.
FD: That’s what this says. “Guest checked out”.
For a moment, I have a horrific feeling that I’ve somehow crossed over into an alternate timeline where I had indeed checked out that morning, and now I was trapped outside both the confines of cause and effect and my place to spend the night.
FD: Hold on a second.
I wait for a few minutes and then the FDA comes back smiling. It turns out that I’d left so few items in the room - toiletries, a shaving kit, books and a couple articles of clothing - that housekeeping assumed I’d checked out. Thankfully they still had a room available (the same room I’d “checked out” of earlier) and they’d saved all my personal items, which the motel had sealed in individual Ziploc bags with my name and room number. FDA gave them to me one by one and it was like getting my belongings back after being released from prison.
tl;dr I was paranoid and didn’t trust housekeeping with my belongings, so housekeeping checked me out of my room.
High school reunion AU for @zimmbitty who planted the idea in my head. I hope my loss sleep makes you happy.
An AU where Jack and Bitty happened to go to the same high school for maybe a year or two. (Here their age difference is around 3 years.)
How you ask? Coach is filling in temporarily maybe not as a Football coach but in some other position. It doesn’t matter *waves hands to misdirect from possible plot holes* just go with it…
Bitty is still into figure skating and in this high school, they have an actual ice skating ring in the premises!!!
And his skating lessons are usually before the hockey team plays. At first, he avoids the team but slowly realises they didn’t really care what he did so long as he left the ice on time.
Then Bitty started watching the practices and hockey looked kind of fun, (if you ignored the checking…) and maybe if he got into hockey he and Coach would have more stuff in common to talk about.
So one day after hockey practice is over, Bitty sneaks back into the ice with a broken hockey stick he found in the dumpster and put back together with duct tape and a flatted out can, and starts trying to get a hang of how the sport works.
Request: I would love a Bucky smut where he and reader have to go undercover as a married couple.
Summary: You were supposed to go on an undercover mission with Steve, not the man you despised- James Buchanan Barnes.
Warnings: smut, slight angst
A/N: This was the first attempt for an old request that I ended up writing a whole different story for and I reread what I had written and decided I didn’t actually hate it. So, I finished it and thought I’d post it. Here you go! Also, it’s 5:09 in the morning, I haven’t gone to bed yet, and I just finished writing this so I do apologize if anything is incoherent. Enjoy!
“You’ve got to be shitting me, Steve! I am not going on the mission with him.” You pointed at Bucky, dropping your bag to the ground.
“Nat needs me on a mission with her, (Y/N), you two will get along fine.” He smiled and rested his hands on your shoulders. “I swear, it’ll be a painless mission. Just pretend you’re a married couple attending the wedding, alright?”
“I can’t pretend to be married to him! He’s an ass!” You backed out of Steve’s grasp, frustrated that you knew there was no other option. “Damn it, Steve.” You sighed.
“Please, (Y/N).” He shot you his famous puppy dog eyes and pouted his lip.
“Fine, but you fucking owe me one.” You picked up your bag and pushed passed him, avoiding eye contact with Bucky as you approached the Quinjet.
“I thought Steve was going on the mission with you…” Clint spun around in the pilot’s seat, looking worryingly between the two of you.
“Steve’s out helping Nat with a mission, he asked me to take his place.” Bucky flashed a smile at Clint.
“Fair enough.” Clint turned, starting the engine.
You were fuming. You hated Barnes; the two of you couldn’t be in the same room together for more than five minutes without chewing each other out. Barnes was just going to complicate things, he was going to ruin the mission.
“Be safe you guys!” Clint called to the two of you as you stepped out of the jet, and started walking into the airport terminal. You thanked Clint for having an inside friend at the airport, allowing him to land there and not in some random field.
will, casually, at midnight on a tuesday: “ugh i just want some french fries”
derek, ten minutes later: “your french fries are outside go grab ‘em”
derek thinks a lot abt marrying will, but then he has to check himself bc will is twenty years old
derek’s friends (mostly his assistant, Martha) like to tease him by making lists of things will can’t legally do
“drink alcohol, rent a car, check-in to a hotel room by himself, do literally anything in vegas, etc…”
chowder and lardo are the first ones who know abt derek bc they were there when will went home with him that first night
the whole ride back to samwell that next day was chowder and lardo grilling him bc “he must’ve been pretty good if you went to lunch with him instead of us, jack, and alexei mashkov!!!!”
will tells bitty next bc he and derek get in a blowout fight over derek paying will’s tuition and bitty’s the only person will can think of who would get this situation
bitty and will now have bi-weekly “vent abt our stupid rich boyfriends who try to buy our love” coffee dates
will tells bitty it’s okay to tell jack, and when jack finds out he very lowkey looks into derek nurse, just to be sure will’s okay
ransom and holster are PSYCHED when will tells them abt derek bc “ANOTHER SUGAR BABY IN THE HAUS WE BOUTTA BE ROLLING IN FREE SHIT”
shitty lectures will on how his body is not something to be sold and he is not obligated to sleep with anyone
will punches him in the face (he pulls the punch a lil, but still) and tells him to shut the fuck up, his relationship is 100% consensual
derek has been trying to get will to move in with him since like the first month of their relationship. they both know he’ll move in after he graduates, but derek is impatient and wants to wake up with will every day now, not in two years
derek is quietly making shifts around in his company to be sure that there is a very inviting IT spot for will when he graduates - different sector than derek, so derek isn’t technically his boss, he already cleared it with his PR team
derek is openly terrified of turning thirty. it’s two years away, and will is already planning how to make it fun instead of terrible for derek
sometimes derek will read will writing samples from authors he might offer publishing deals to just to get will’s opinion
will so far has given his approval to 3 best-sellers
Their night on Tatooine had been lovely, even for a desert planet. They slept peacefully, neither too cold nor too warm; she felt blessed to have a growing number of restful nights. It had been amusing the night before, when Kylo was still unsure if she wanted to share a bed with him; Rey simply climbed into the bed, pulling him in with her. Now, Rey didn’t want to get up from the snug bed, would much rather have preferred to lay in the comfy bed with cozy blankets. However Kylo kept a tight schedule, and she could sense through their bond that he wanted everything to run as smoothly as possible, so they left the desert planet after a delicious breakfast.
Their next destination was a mystery to her, and Kylo was reinforcing his mental defenses more than he normally did so as to keep her out. He punched the coordinates for the next planet so quickly that Rey didn’t even get a chance to peek at them. She would not know where she would be going until they dropped out of hyperspace.
Due to Tatooine’s location in the Outer Rim, Kylo explained that reaching their next destination would take a bit longer because it was located in the Core Worlds. Skeptically she raised her brows at him, but questioned him no further.
Title: With Love Pairing: Bucky x Reader Rating: General Audiences Word count: 2.7k Warnings: None Spoilers: None
A little Valentine’s Day fluff for you. This one was inspired by the heartfelt post @ourpeachskies made the other day. I asked for her permission to write a fic based on it, and she graciously said yes. Everyone deserves a little kindness, and this is my attempt at it.
Bucky celebrates his last Valentine’s
Day in the field, stuck on a mission in bloody Czechoslovakia and
sharing a tent with a snoring Jim Morita while Bucky himself curses
his misfortune. His mind keeps drifting to that girl he went out with
the night before he shipped out, Bonnie. He hardly remembers what she
looks like anymore, his memory too clouded by the horrors he’s seen,
by the experiments he suffered. Turning over on the hard ground,
Bucky swears that next year will be better. He’ll be home, he’ll give
a proper Valentine’s Day card for the girl he’ll find, maybe splurge
on some nice chocolates.
What's this about ending up in prison if we don't obey your every command like a bunch of Guinea Pigs?
What? What are you talking about?
And what's this about Wanda getting pout in a straight jacket with a shock collar?
You actually read it?
What did you expect me to do? Just sign like its a hotel sign in sheet? Last time I checked, hotels don't try to control us when we saved the Earth multiple times and stopped millions of people from dying. Now, if you'll excuse me.
*drops mic and angry struts away to find bucky*
Note: I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE! please, don’t hate me, omg. also, I’m sorry if it sucks. :( I really hope you like it, darling. ♥ thanks for the request. feedback is welcome! .c
Request: Could you write one where the reader is married to SEB and something goes wrong and the relationship turns critical please 😊💞
Maybe like she or he travels too much and they don’t get to much time to see each other so often. - @chimera4plums
Marriage requires time, effort, dedication, and undying love for the other person; it’s all mutual. At the start of your relationship with Sebastian, you both had everything. You were joined at the hip, happy, bonded, and connected. He was your rock, your inspiration, the person who kept you humble in the mainstream media. You were the same for him. So, he proposed and you accepted.
You two met on the set of a movie about three years ago. It was a fantasy made reality, everyone knew you two were meant to be, just by the way you would look at each other. But lately, things have been tense. Your time has been spent on your new movie that you’re also directing. It’s a dream of yours and it’s coming true, but something is missing. Your time with your favorite person in the world. But it’s hard for him, too, since he’s working on a movie himself.
Now that you have a week off for vacation, you planned on going home to see him and making things right. He said he should be off for a week, so it worked out perfectly. Communication has been at an all time low and you knew your marriage was falling apart silently. Anytime you spoke to Sebastian, he was distant. And it hurt. It always left you feeling empty.
You walked up the steps to your apartment you shared with Sebastian and adjusted your duffel bag on your shoulder while pulling along your suitcase. You shoved your key in the doorknob and kicked it open, making your way inside. “Seb?” You called out, setting your luggage down by the door with a huff. Why did I bring so much stuff for just a week? You asked yourself.
The apartment was silent, only the light hum of the refrigerator sounded through the apartment. You frowned as you looked around, noticing it was fairly clean, as if nobody had been occupying it. Isn’t Sebastian supposed to be home? You grabbed your phone out of your jacket pocket and called Sebastian.
After a few rings, you were ready to hang up. But he finally answered and sounded a tad frustrated. “Hey, Y/N.” Sebastian said, sighing. You bit your lip nervously. “Hey, Seb. I’m-I’m home. Where are you?” You asked softly. “Wait, you’re home?” Sebastian asked, completely ignoring your question.
You scoffed a tad and shook your head, fiddling with your wedding ring. “I have a break. A week off. I decided to come home and spend it with you. I thought you were on a break, too.” You said, feeling your stomach churn at the groan he let out. “Y/N, I can’t come home this week. I’m busting my ass off. We’re wrapping up the movie today.” Sebastian said with a little more frustration in his tone; you knew he was shaking his head.
The empty feeling you’ve had before returned. “Oh.” You said, sitting in Sebastian’s favorite chair. “Well, I could come see you.” You offered, frowning a little. Sebastian sighed. “Are you sure?” He asked a little softer now.
A small smile spread across your face. “Well, yeah. I mean, I haven’t unpacked yet. You’re in Atlanta, right?” You asked, putting him on speaker to look up quick flights to Atlanta.
“Yeah, I’ll have to see you at the hotel, though. I’ll be a little late getting in.” Sebastian explained, his voice returning to its distant sound. “Okay, I’ll see you in a few hours.” You said with a small smile. “Alright. Love you, bye.” Sebastian cut his line before you could say anything else and you sighed, staring at your screen until it went off.
Deciding not to waste anymore time, you quickly bought a plane ticket and left your apartment with your bags, calling your bodyguard for a ride to the airport. On your way there, you asked Sebastian for the hotel he was staying at so you could settle in. It would be close to dinnertime, so you would be able to order room service for the two of you.
By the time you reached the airport, you still hadn’t gotten a reply from Sebastian. Telling yourself he was busy, you let it go. You had a few hours to kill and he should reply before then. At least you hoped he would.
You finally landed at the airport with your bodyguard and was met with flashing cameras and screaming paparazzi. You smiled and waved at the cameras, never finding them to be a bother. “Out of the way! Let her through!” John yelled, keeping his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Passing by a few fans, you wanted to stop and take photos, but John wouldn’t have it.
Making your way out of the airport, you were rushed into a black van. You sighed and John climbed inside. “Thanks, John.” You said, giving him a small smile. “My job, girly. So, where to?” He asked.
You gasped and totally forgot about checking your phone for any texts from Sebastian. Your smile returned when you read that he was staying at the Omni hotel in room 113. Giving the address to John, he pulled away from the airport and made his way there.
You quickly messaged Sebastian back, telling him you were on your way to the hotel. You waited patiently, looking at the city around you through the window. You hoped you would be able to spend a little time with Sebastian; sometimes it’s just hard with all the traveling and movie business. And when he’s being distant.
John pulled up to the hotel and you were thankful it wasn’t as hectic as the airport. You quickly got out, asked for Sebastian’s room after telling the lady you were his wife (to which she freaked out, being a huge fan of you both), and now you were putting your bags down. John was staying in the room across from you, so you felt safe being in the hotel without Sebastian.
You checked your phone and Sebastian had replied.
Seb: 10pm at the latest. You: That’s okay, dear! Maybe I can order room service for us? What sounds good? Seb: I actually bought food for the whole crew. I’m gonna be eating here.
You smiled at how kind and sweet your husband was. That’s what you brought you close to him in the beginning. A part of you was sad you wouldn’t be able to sit down and eat with him, even if it was room service. You missed those moments with Sebastian.
You: Well, that’s okay! Send my congratulations around! I’ll see you soon. I love you. Seb: Love you.
You sighed and set your phone down on the table in the living space. You pulled your bags to the master bedroom and smiled when you inhaled the hint of Sebastian’s cologne lingering in the air. You missed it so much. And you couldn’t help but feel the distance between you and Sebastian weigh down on you again.
After calling room service, you had enough time to take a quick shower and change into some comfortable clothes. Your body was pretty tired and all you wanted was to see Sebastian. Hopefully he really wanted to see you in return. Even though he said you could come see him, something tugged at your intuition saying he didn’t want you to.
Two hours later when 10pm rolled around, you heard the door to the hotel room open. “Seb!” You squealed, rushing over to him. You wrapped your arms around him and felt his arms wrap loosely around your body. “Y/N, hi.” He whispered, rubbing your back.
You pulled away and smiled up at him. He looked tired, his eyes dropping a little, and you frowned. “Aw, rough day?” You asked, watching Sebastian move past you and into the bedroom. You followed behind him and bit your lip nervously. “It was okay. Stressful.” He said as he sat on the bed to untie his boots. Nodding, you leaned against the door frame.
Sebastian took his button up shirt off, revealing a white tank underneath. “Are you sad that filming is over? Was it fun?” You asked, noticing his brows are creased. He sighed and rested his hands on his thighs. “Y/N, enough with the questions. I’m really tired.” Sebastian snapped, turning his head to look at you.
Your heart sank in your chest and you curled your lips into your mouth, biting down on them. You sighed and nodded. “S-sorry, I’ll uh, leave you to settle in.” You said, backing away from the door. “Thank you.” Sebastian muttered, getting up to go to the bathroom. The emptiness came back in the pit of your stomach and you sat on the couch in the living space, flipping on the television.
The shower turned on and you usually would’ve joined Sebastian, but he clearly needed some space. Feeling like a burden now, you pulled your legs up to your chest and blindly watched the News.
When Sebastian finally got finished for the night, he joined you on the couch. He sat at the other end, far apart from you. Normally you’d sit against him with his arm around your shoulders. The silence was deafening and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You knew one of you would break soon, and you didn’t want it to end badly. A sigh fell from your lips and Sebastian’s head turned towards you.
You looked at him and he gave you a tight lipped smile. “What’s wrong?” He asked, slumping in the cushions. You shook your head and looked down at your hands in your lap. “Come on, Y/N. You seem mad at me or something.” Sebastian said with an eye roll. Your eyebrows creased. “I’m not mad.” You said, looking over at him.
He scoffed and crossed his arms. “You always say that.” He whispered, a sigh falling from his lips this time as he turned his attention back to the News, his jaw clenched. You eyed him for a moment because he’s the one who seems mad at you, not the other way around.
Your stomach churned and your mouth fell open a tad. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned, facing your body towards Sebastian, resting your arm over the back of the couch. He looked over at you and shrugged.
Sebastian stood up and walked to the bedroom and you followed after him. “Hello, I asked a question. ” You said, watching him slip into bed. He sat up and shook his head. “Y/N, just drop it.” Sebastian said lowly. You scoffed and stepped closer into the bedroom.
“I will not! I know you feel the distance between us! And not talking to me isn’t helping.” Your voice raised a little and you really didn’t want to wake up the other guests. Sebastian’s eyes flickered to yours. “I’m tired.” He stated as if it were the only reason for being this way.
“That’s bullshit. It may be true, but it’s been like this since I left to work on my movie.” You said with a groan, running your hands over your face. The room fell silent for a moment. “Just drop it.” He said before lying down on his side. “No! We need to talk about this!” You said, your voice raising again.
A heavy sigh fell from his lips and he sat up again, his eyes staring right into yours. “I said DROP IT. I want to sleep! I wrapped up a movie today, I have a meeting with my agent and an interview tomorrow. The last thing I need is you chewing my ass off the night before!” Sebastian yelled, his veins popping in his neck.
You flinched at the tone of his voice and tears brimmed your eyes. “Seb, I have a week off from my movie, that I’m not only in but I’m directing. I chose to see you; my HUSBAND! You said you’d be off, too!” You yelled back as your voice shook slightly. Sebastian groaned and ran his hand through his hair.
“Well, I’m sorry it didn’t work out that way! I’m busy!” Sebastian yelled, raising his arms up in the air. Your bottom lip quivered as you stared at Sebastian. The atmosphere was tense and you could feel the hole in your chest growing. “Why’d you even tell me to come here if you didn’t have the time in the first place?” You yelled, your voice cracking at the end.
Sebastian shrugged his shoulders at you, his eyebrows raised. “I honestly don’t know! I’m too busy; I have things to do. If you want to leave, then leave! I’m honestly too tired to care.” Sebastian fired, his words making your tears fall freely. “You want me to go?” You whispered, shifting on your feet. Not giving him time to answer, you walked over to your bags and picked them up. “Fine.” You scoffed.
You hadn’t unpacked, seeing that Sebastian’s clothes occupied the dressers, which was fine. You were wearing pajamas, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out of there. Sebastian stayed quiet, watching you walk towards the bedroom door again. You turned to Sebastian and sniffled. “I’m sorry I got in the way. Clearly this has put on strain on us, so. Goodbye, Sebastian.” You whispered, gripping your bags in your hands.
A sharp breath fell from his lips as you walked away. You slung your duffel over your shoulder and grabbed your phone, pulling your suitcase behind you. Your throat burned and your heart was racing in your chest.
Waiting by the door for a moment longer, you didn’t see or hear any sign of Sebastian getting out of bed to stop you. Glancing at your wedding ring, you held back more tears.
You opened the door and left, deciding to get a different room. John was probably sleeping and it was late at night, so choosing another hotel or leaving just when you got here wasn’t on your list. You had your first fight with Sebastian, and now you were leaving him, unsure of what to do. Tears fell from your eyes and blurred your vision, the gnawing pain in your chest worsening.
Pressing the open button to the elevator, you stepped in and pressed the lobby button. The doors started closing, but an arm stopped them just shy of being squished. You looked up from your slippers and saw Sebastian. His eyes were red and puffy, his hands quickly pulling you out of the elevator. “What are you doing?” You asked, wiping at your cheeks.
Sebastian took your bags and set them in the hallway. You watched him closely and he was breathing heavily. “Don’t go.” Sebastian said as he turned to you, his tone far different from a few moments ago. Your eyebrows creased and you shook your head. “Seb, I don’t know what to do.” You said, your eyes filling with tears again.
Sebastian stepped towards you, his hands holding onto your cheeks. “I don’t either. But I know that I don’t want you to leave and I know how distant I’ve become. Please, don’t give up on us. Please, I’m begging you.” Sebastian said, his watery blue eyes staring into yours. You sniffled and nodded.
Sebastian pulled you into his body tightly, his arms wrapping around you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. You’re busy, I should still go.” You said, your voice muffled by his chest.
He pulled away and looked down at you, shaking his head. “Stay. I want you here. I just-it’s hard not having you around; it takes a toll on me, baby. I’m so sorry.” Sebastian breathed, his hands moving up your arms, to your cheeks.
A sigh fell from your lips and Sebastian wiped away the wetness on your cheeks. “I know, I don’t like being away from you either. But being distant and now arguing, what does that solve?” You asked, your hands gently grasping onto Sebastian’s sides. “We’ll figure it out, I promise.” Sebastian said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
You nodded again, letting Sebastian grab your bags and your left hand, walking you both back to his hotel room. He led you inside and dropped your bags, kicking the door shut gently with his foot. You turned to face Sebastian and he swooped in and held your waist before pressing his lips against yours. You made a sound of surprise before kissing him back, your hands tangling in his hair.
Sebastian picked you up by your waist and carried you to the bedroom, gently putting you on the bed. You smiled as he pulled away and climbed in beside you. Sebastian’s arms pulled you into his chest and you sighed. “I love you, Y/N.” Sebastian mumbled against your head as his hands rubbed against your back.
“I love you, too.” You whispered, allowing yourself to fall asleep in Sebastian’s arms.
Note: I hope you like this. I feel like it sucks, a lot. feedback is welcome! .c