drunk sebastian stan

This absolute gem of a photo is not seen enough on Tumblr, so I present to you once again, drunk Sebastian Stan aka the fluffiest drunk person you will ever see.

okay so I’m starting a group tour tomorrow, which means meeting a bunch of strangers and then spending 2 weeks together, which normally means…. icebreaker games. The absolute bane of my existence. Honestly someone says “okay now tell everyone two facts about yourself” and suddenly I forget what my name is, where I’m from, who I am (Also there’s the niggling doubt that I won’t get along with anyone and I’ll just be tagging along when no one really wants me there, so that’s cool). Like I’m sure it’ll be fine, I’ve never once been on a trip and not got on with at least a few of the people there but it’s still a thought.

Moonpie

Originally posted by our-maybe-someday

Title: Moonpie

Couple: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: where Bucky get drunk and just turns into a lump of clingy cuddly fluff?  Where the two somehow end up discussing their turn ons and kinks and then the next day they both are doing the other ones turn ons??? 

Warnings: Sorta (kinda) Sexual, alcohol

Word count: 1853

A/N: So I’m sorry this took so long, but bright side i will be putting another out soon (Finished it right after this one). I have a few request that either line up well or are basically the same so i have combined them to save time. ALSO! if you guys didn’t read the Christmas update, i will be putting out a character list of everyone I’m willing to do, I’m hoping this will help me stay motivated through the variety of characters. Anyway, love you guys and hop you enjoy.


You and Bucky sat in a bar a couple of miles away from the towers. You two had become close friends, not as close as him and Steve are…where, but still close. No one was actually sure why the two of you had become close, in fact you guys didn’t even know yourselves, it had just happened. Though you thought it had to deal with the two of you having a hard past and coming into the avengers around the same time.

“You have a serious problem” He downed another shot, the both of you thought you had a higher alcohol tolerance then you did so you guys kept drinking, trying to one up the other. “Every guy you’ve dated this past year has been from the bottom of the barrel” Bucky said, motioning this by sticking a finger from his left arm into the shot glass and breaking it.

The bartender came by, getting the pieces and giving him a glass of water as Bucky looked down and apologized as you laughed like a hyena. “What about you, you haven’t brought anyone back. Not even Steve knows what you like anymore” You got closer and looked at him, causing him to back up a bit. “What do you like?”

“what” He said confused, trying to not look you in the eyes, afraid that he might do something stupid or that you might see his true feelings that he had yet to fully figure out himself.

You shrugged and downed your glass as you sat back in your seat and looked back to him. “You know what I mean! What turns you on, what gets you going? What doesn’t get that gears turninnggg?” As soon as the words left your mouth and hit his ears the two of you started to sober up.

His face had the slightest hint of red peaking across his cheeks and his mind started to wonder at the thought. Over the past 50 years he hasn’t had the time nor will really to think of what he wanted, what he liked.

You watched, examining his face closely as his head was tilted up a bit and he stared at the ceiling in deep thought. If it wasn’t for the fact that the bar stool was nailed to the ground you would have tried to scoot closer, to be able to be nearer to him, maybe give off some of your essence to persuade his thought process. As soon as you thought that a chuckle fell from your lips at the thought of him ever even seeing you as more than just a friend. By the time you came to your senses you realized Bucky was staring at you with a big grin trying to hold in his laughter. “Hey mister” You poked his chest “fess up, I can’t wait all day”

He let his huge grin dull down to a small smile and he grabbed his drink, not to drink but more so to distract him from looking at you so he could hide his embarrassment somewhat. “I like it when the girl is fun, smart…you know a good head on her shoulders, knows what she wants…” He stared off at all the liquor behind the bar. “Caring, forgiving… yeah”

You kinda felt down at that moment, though it wasn’t Bucky’s fault, it was more so you letting your brain overthink and say you were none of those things. Not wanting to bring down the night you laughed and ordered 2 beers. “Well now I know what you’re looking for but what TURNS you on?!”

The bar tender, which you learn name was frank when he placed a napkin down next to you with his number, sending Bucky into a fit of rage in his head. “What about you little missy! What turns you on? You’re asking twenty questions over here yet you always avoid mine.”

Placing the bottle to your lips you grinned a bit, “turn ons?” you hmmed and ‘thought’ about it though most of them were displayed right in front of you. “Biting lips, like that stretching where it more so just seems like showing off, teasing, being a bit dominate but not like in everyday… just like in the bed…” You motioned for Frank to bring a few shots, which he gladly did and the two of you gladly drank. “light sweet touching” You thought about it for a second “Like in the morning, when you get hugged or a peck or something and it’s just like their happy to see you and love you… just.. yea” You laughed and he just nodded with a big grin. Your eyes darted back to him and you gave a huge grin. “Your turn mister”

He shrugged staring down at the granite bar top “when she’s playing with her lips, ” He gave a small smile, “I really love it when she runs her hands through my hair, just caring and sexy. ” he shrugged and leaned in toward you. Not thinking you did the same and he just smiled as he planted a little kissed on top of your nose. “You’re beautiful you know, like a moon pie” he started to laugh at the thought of your face on a moon pie “Who’s idea was it anyway to make that, it’s like the sexiest form a diabetes that you can get”

Laughing hysterically you both rocked back and forth on the seats, bumping into each other and at some point placing your guys arms around the others waist to keep steady… well as steady as two drunks could be.

“We should go” Bucky just nodded at your statement and stood up, then toppling over. Laughing so hard that your sides hurt you helped him up and only started to laugh more as he put his arm out for you to kiss, which you did happily.

You guys went back to the tower laughing and being drunk buffoons that irritated the crap out of the taxi driver. Finally getting into the tower you helped him to his room considering you were his crutch and his ability to walk was almost none existent on his own at the moment.  

Going into his room you helped him into bed were he tossed his shirt off to the floor and crawled into bed, taking off his pants and shoes following the shirt. He looked up to you with his big blue eyes and gave a small grin, “You should crawl in and well tell stories and cuddle”

Catching you off guard your face turn a thousand different shades of red. You wanted to, you wanted to so bad but you knew it wasn’t right, “That’s not a good idea” He looked to you confused and hurt, like a sad puppy. “We’re both drunk” you slightly slurred not meaning to but proving your point. “Drunk and cuddling make babies and we don’t need a baby right now”

Bucky chuckled and put a hand out toward you, you placed your hand in his, “Our baby would be cute and amazing. They’d be the smartest assassian baby soldier things man and human kind would ever seen”

Laughing and blushing you nodded “It would.” You leanded down and kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand. “Night Buck”

“Night Y/n”

The next morning you woke up with one of the worst hangovers you’ve ever had, coming in second to the time you and Thor had a drinking contest. Washing up and trying to look your best with as little work as possible you headed downstairs to the kitchen to get something that could ease your head and stomach.

Thankfully no one was in sight and it was completely quite. You grabbed a glass and filled it with water, taking some pills you stood there with your back to the open. Seconds later, in the middle of your deep breathing to help relax, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and did a quick squeeze.

You let out a little squeak and when the person let you go you turned around surprised to see Bucky. “Bu…Bucky?” He gave you a little smile though he was obviously embarrassed.

“Sorry, just … thought it was a good way to start the day” He said and started to stretch his arms out. That’s when you realized he had on no shirt, you could see every flex, every muscle, every ton…. He was doing your turn ons. He had to be, he never came downstairs unless he was dressed for the day, and affection, psh he never showed that.

Not wanting to call him out you didn’t say anything, though now you wanted to play along. Maybe this was the sign that you were wanting last night, this was him making his move. Then again, he was hungover to so it could just be that… still, you were going to try.

You laughed and bit down a little on the corner of your lip, as you blushed a bit. He watched your expression and couldn’t help but be turned on a bit. “You’re right, it is” You slid your hand down his arm as you walked by to the counter with your water and grabbing a banana. He watched you walk away, adding that extra umph to your step. “So… you slept well last night?”

He followed you to the table after grabbing a cup of coffee. “Could have slept better” He looked from his coffee to you and gave a wink. You started to giggle a bit.

You got up and tossed away the banana peel and washed your hand. Going back over to the table you stopped in front of Buck. He looked up to you and your hands went to his hair, running up and down his head. “You’re hairs so soft” You said still playing with it. He must have enjoyed it because a small moan fell from his lips.

“Oh Y/n” He stood up quickly and picked you up, pushing you against the closest wall. He looked you in your y/e/c eyes and grinned. “You’re teasing me” You just bit you lip in response. “I thought I was supposed to do that to you”

“Then do it” He smashed his lips against yours. It was a manic rampage of passion and need. He hiked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He pulled apart from your lips and a pout came across your face. He moved his lips to your neck and started to nip at it. “Oh Bucky”

“Oh! Woah!! We have bedrooms for this exact reason” Tony stated as him, Sam, and Steve walked in laughing.

“So that’s why you missed our morning run, Buck?” Sam asked and started to nod his head and laugh. “Good reason, good reason”

Buck let you slide down from him but kept his hands on your waist and he stared at you with a huge smile. “Yeah, I think so” He placed a kiss on your lips and smiled into it. You couldn’t help but smile back, he was definitely worth the wait.

Drunk? - Drabble

A/N: Based on a list of random sentences, that inspired those drabbles.

MASTERLIST


Bucky knocked on your door and entered your room when he heard you invite him in.

“Oh, hey, Buck,” you blushed deeply upon seeing him.

“Hey, [Y/n],” he said and closed the door with the weight of his body, leaning against it. “Can I talk to you?”

He was as nervous as you, fidgeting wit the doorknob behind him.

You knew what he wanted to talk about. Last night, after a considerable amount of alcohol and Asgardian liquor, the team sat around in the living room, talking and chatting.

Suddenly, your lips grumbled a slow-motioned answer to something Bucky had blurred out. He turned to you and you turned to him, gazes locked.

No one saw it coming. Yes, it was obvious one had feelings for the other, but not one move had been made. Until that moment.

In a split of a second, his hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you towards his muscled chest. His dipped his head so his lips could meet yours in s soft kiss. You immediately kissed him back, regardless of the alcohol in your system.

You shook your head to focus in the moment and try to clear your throat from the lump that formed. “Sure.” You motioned to your bed and you two sat by the end of it, side by side.

Bucky took a deep breath, but seemed at a loss of words, so you took over.

“We were drunk,” you breathed, “You didn’t mean to do it, I get it. Let’s just pretend it never happened and move on,” you offered, your heart stinging with every words that slipped out of your mouth.

“[Y/n], I thought you knew that I can’t get drunk.”

You snapped your head to face him.

“But I completely understand if you wish to pretend it never happened.”

You had never shook your head faster. If it wasn’t for your training, you would probably be dizzy.

“What did last night mean?” you managed to ask.

Maybe it meant nothing and you were overreacting. Bucky might have been a little tipsy after all, maybe he didn’t know he could get drunk, maybe he was being nice to you and pretending to give the option of turning him down instead of being turned down.

You could feel his gaze burning holes in your body.

“Oficialization that we have a crush on each other.”

You blinked, remembering your question from your previous internal doubts.

“And what are we gonna do about it?”

He smirked and shifted, so his body was facing yours, and leaned his face toward yours.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna kiss you one more time. I’d appreciate if you kissed me back again, doll.”

As if he had to ask.

It’s been a REALLY shitty Friday

I think I’m going to follow Seb’s lead and drink all the drinks

Until I’m at the point that I don’t even know where I am

And then I’m going to drink until I don’t know who I am or why I’m here

And then I’m just going to drink some more

Until people wonder if I’ve lost it completely

Until I almost piss myself

Until I show my ass and then pass out

I don’t even care if I wake up feeling like this

Drunk In Love

Sebastian Stan Imagine

Prompt: Person A has a massive crush on Person B and Person B has a crush on Person A and both have no idea until Person B gets drunk and confesses their love for Person A then passes out then the next morning Person B remembers everything!

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1,023

Warning: None

You scored a roll in the big, new, Civil War movie. You played an agent who was a trusted friend of Natasha both coming from similar background.

The cast took a liking to you, especially the man with those blue eyes. You had some what absorbed a crush on the Sebastian Stan. But you constantly pushing it down thinking that he only saw you as a friend.

God you were wrong. Sebastian always watched you like a lost puppy. But he too thought you only saw him as a friend.

Everyone knew how you both felt about each other and constantly tried to put you both in a situation where one of you finally confess but everything went wrong, until tonight…


“Y/n! Wait!” Y/n heard the familiar voice of the one and only Sebastian Stan. She turned and locked eyes with his usual cheerful blue ones. She stopped and rolled her eyes,

“C’mon old man.” Her y/e/c eyes trailed up and down his body, blushing a little and mentally kicking herself in the face, why am I like this? When he did catch up he swung an arm over her shoulder.

“Coming to the party tonight.” He asked, watching her face scrunch up. “Oh and you call me the old man? Right.” Rolling her eyes she shoved his side.

As you both got in the car ready to go, Anthony turned to Robert with a smirk on his face a plan in his mind. “Look whatever you’re thinking. I’m in.” Both turned to the other casts, who were also watching the two. “Guys-”


Y/n was curled up on her hotel bed, y/h/c hair all over the place and the t.v illuminated the room as she slept. The digital clock beside her hit 1am. Outside was the cast members who were giggling uncontrollably.

“I didn’t actually think this was gonna work.” Chris said holding up the drunken state of Sebastian. “This is her room.” Sebastian was mumbling to himself as Anthony held up his other side. 

Chris grabbed his face, “Okay Seb. Knock on the door. It’s Y/n” Immediately he perked up at the sound of your name, spinning around then wobbling a little bit. 

“Y/n! Y/n!” He knocked on the door swaying as he missed the door, knocking on air. Chris and Anthony ran of hiding behind a corner giggling. Seb took a staggering step forward, face-planting on the door. “Y/n! Baby! Hnggg”

You rolled out of bed confused and half asleep. “Y/n!” You heard the familiar voice of Seb, his heavy knocking at the door. Quickly, you opened the door, almost making Seb fall on you in his drunken state.

“Seb what the hell. God it’s 1 in the morning!” You watched him, obviously he was drunk. Picking him up from his arm his eyes locked with yours.

“Oh my god- Y/n- I think that- Yea I know-” He was trying to put together words but he was to drunk to piece it together.

“Seb calm down, c’mon you can sleep in my bed.” You helped pick him up, pulling him to your bed. “I am gonna kill Evans for making you drink so much!”

Finally Seb pieced what he was going to say. “Y/N! I got it.” Surprised at his outburst Y/n turned and blushed when his face was close to her. She wanted to say something and nothing came out. His eyes leveled with hers. “I love you. I think I like you. Like a lot.”

“Look Seb you’re obviously to drunk-” You tried to protest but he grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. Your heart thumped in your chest, nervous as what was about to happen.

“N-no. I really do Y/n. I like you. A lot.” His voice was sincere his eyes showing the same, before you could say anything his eyes fluttered closed and he landed on the floor with a thump. Content snore coming out his mouth.

“As a friend Seb. As a friend.” You sighed dragging him to your bed. “Why are you so heavy!”


Seb eyes snapped open, groaning at the large thumping in his head, he looked around, focusing on anything, then noticing some of Y/n clothing. “Y/n?” As soon as he said your name, everything came back to him. Everything. “Oh my god.” Y/n waltzed in the room a smile on her face as if nothing happened earlier this morning.

“Okay so Evans said coffee would help and a bit of-”

“Wait.” He said sitting up, the blanket falling from his chest, revealing his bare torso, he raised an eyebrow at you. Blushing you said,

“You spewed when I tried to get you in bed.”

“Did I really confess my love for you?” He questioned watching you as you froze up a little. He can’t actually remember that; okay just lie… You turned to face him after setting down the cup, he immediately picked up. 

“I think you may have been a little to drunk-”

“No. Look Y/n” He sighed. “Right now I have a massive headache but- god.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I…I r-really do.” He coughed awkwardly, “I do like you. Like I love you. Like the way girlfriends and boyfriends work, basically escalating to wife and husband-”

He started to ramble on. Your mouth was wide open. Heart beating, face flustered. “Seb- Seb SHUT UP!” He went quiet, both faces were red, “I- I may have something of a thing to you. Like lovey things.” Stop being awkward please Y/n. Your eyes were focused on the carpet; a very nice carpet and didn’t notice Sebastian walking up to you until your lips were captured by his.

Puling back surprised, “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first meet you.” He whispered grinning.

The bedroom door slams open making you jump back in surprise. Evans, Anthony, Robert entering your room, “Finally! Oh my god!” Anthony said smiling. You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at them.

“Get out!” You yelled at the giggling lot, as they stumbled out your door. Squealing as Sebastian scooped you up, pecking your nose, then returning back to the kiss

Adored By Him (Bucky/Reader)

requested by anon

reader has a crush on bucky, bucky got a new girlfriend, steve hears reader singing in the shower

based off of adored by him- dodie clark

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You sung along to the song that blared out of your speakers as you washed your hair.

Pretty girl with the adventurous mind, you envision so much you make me look blind
You spark his life in ways i’ll never know

Sighing, you thought of Bucky and his new girlfriend.

You were ecstatic for him when he introduced the team to his girlfriend, Margo. She was gorgeous and you could tell that she made you best friend very happy.

A few weeks ago, Bucky started acting different with you. He became cold and distant.

Pretty girl there’s no need to fret cause it’s midnight, he’s drunk and you’re the one in his head

Your mind wandered back to a few nights ago when he finally blew up on you. Tony thought it’d be a good idea to get everybody drunk.

You hauled Bucky’s heavy body through his apartment as he giggled about something Margo did earlier.

As you laid the super soldier in his bed, he blurted out that you two couldn’t be friends anymore because Margo thought you were clingy.

And i won’t hate you, but oh it stings
How does it feel to be adored by him

—•—•—•—•—

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body before heading into your room where you spotted Steve sitting on your bed.

You gasped while pulling the towel tighter around you, “STEVE!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?”

Steve, being the gentleman he is, looked down before speaking, “I-I came to ask you for a file, but then I heard you singing and you sounded really good by the way so I decided to stay!” He quickly explained as you rushed around putting clothes on.

You blushed, “You heard me sing?”

He nodded, “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?”

“Was the song about Bucky?”

You began to fiddle with your fingers before taking a seat next to him, “Well n- maybe?”

Steve sighed and wrapped an arm around you.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

You gave Steve a small smile before shrugging, “I’ll live. I-uh really need to get ready for training, so I’ll talk to you later.”

He waved as he stepped out of your room.

Sighing, you flopped down on your bed and closed your eyes.

—•—•—•—•—

“James!” Steve shouted as he walked into the apartment.

Hearing giggling coming from the bedroom, he grimaced before knocking.

“Buck! We gotta talk! NOW!” Steve put emphasis on the last part and banged on the  door once more.

The door swung open to reveal a smirking shirtless Bucky and a giggling Margo laying on the bed.

“You called?” Bucky asked his friend who had a glare on his face.

“We need to talk, put something on and get out here.” Steve instructed and walked into the living room.

Margo soon stumbled out of the bedroom and out the door.

“What did you need? Margo felt awkward and left.” Bucky grumbled as he took a seat on the couch.

“Good.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, “Whats your problem?”

“You’re my problem!” Steve shouted.

“What the hell did I do!?” Bucky matched his tone.

Steve sighed before responding, “You do know Y/N likes you, right? It kills her to see you wi-”

“She likes me back!?” Bucky exclaimed.

Steve shot his friend a questioning look.

“Back?”

Bucky shook his head while looking down, “I’ve liked Y/N for a while, but I thought she wouldn’t like me back so I started dating Margo..”

Steves eyes bulged out of his head.

“You’re an idiot, man!” The super soldier smacked his friends shoulder before waking towards the door.

“You should go talk to Y/N.”

Bucky nodded as he held his head in his hands.

Maybe he really was an idiot.

—•—•—•—•—

Bucky nervously knocked on your apartment door before he began fiddling with his fingers.

“Bucky?” You breathed as you looked at him.

He gave you a small smile and motioned towards the door, “Can I come in? I gotta talk to you.”

Nodding, you let him in and followed him to your living room.

“So what’s up?” You awkwardly avoided eye contact.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet.

You were confused.

“Sorry for?”

He sighed, “Ignoring you, being mean and most of all for not telling you that I love you.”

Wait.

What?

“Y-you love me?” You asked in disbelief.

Bucky nodded and took a step towards you, “Yeah. Steve kinda told me that you love me too.”

“Dammit Steve!” You mumbled to yourself.

Hearing Bucky chuckle made you look up at him.

“Y/N, I want to be with you.” Bucky held your face in his hands as he spoke.

The smile on your face soon faltered when you realized something.

Margo.

You grabbed onto his arms before speaking, “What about Margo?

“I broke up with her as soon as Steve talked to me.”

You raised your brows, “Really?”

He nodded as his arms made their way around your waist.

“Remind me to thank Steve for knocking some sense into me.” Bucky mumbled as his lips found yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Pulling away and pecking his lips once more you spoke, “I love you.”

“I love you too, doll.”

The smile on Bucky’s face was contagious.

Drunk Texting - Sebastian Stan x Reader

obsessedwithfandoms-us said to rogerthat-bucky: Could you do a prompt with Sebastian Stan based on 23 and 4 please? Love all your writing by the way!! Hope you get better soon!!

23. “Go then, leave! See if I care!” & 4. “I had to see you again.”

You felt cold.

And it wasn’t just the way your skin felt, it was deeper than that; it felt almost like a frost had settled upon your heart and it was all because of a singular piece of paper. This paper was being held tightly in your two hands as you awaited your boyfriend’s arrival home, just sitting on the couch with a single lamp lighting up the room.

It is midnight when he returns home, several hours after he left to go out for a meal with some of his other friends.

Sebastian reached the door and he seemed to fumble for a while before he finally got the door unlocked. He took off his coat and shoes, putting the jacket onto the hook and the shoes on the designated shelf. Then he turned around and practically jumped three feet in the air when he saw you.

“Well hello there,” he giggled, clutching his chest as though that would calm his racing heart. You were happy to find that Sebastian hadn’t gotten himself overly drunk, meaning he’d have a somewhat sober and sane mind during the argument about to come.

He made his way over to greet you as he always would do, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. But rather than happily joining in with the kiss, you pushed him away harshly. “Oh, now you want to spend time with me?” You hissed.

The chill that had coursed through your body had transformed into hot rage. Perhaps if you hadn’t just sat in the lonely darkness, over think what that paper meant for yours and Sebastian’s relationship.

Sebastian was obviously confused as to why you were acting in such a way when before he left you’d seemed fine, promising that you’d be awake when he got back. “What’s wrong with you?2 He asked, his words coming out much more snarky than he’d intended. An effect of the alcohol he’d consumed no doubt. This was an obvious sign that he was much drunker than you’d first thought, but your anger made you ignore it.

You didn’t bother to speak, instead you pushed the rectangular paper into his hand, stood up, and walked to the other side of the room because you couldn’t handle being so close to him whilst feeling so angry.

The paper is warm in his hand, obviously you’d been holding onto it for quite a while. “My plane ticket, what’s that got to do anything?”

“Look at the date, Sebastian.” You ordered, your gaze not wandering once as you stared daggers at him.

Again he just looked at you, his confused feeling not yet leaving him. He didn’t even need to look at the ticket to know the date printed on it. “Yeah, I’m leaving tomorrow so what-” He was about to continue ranting when his expression fell, “Shit, I forgot to tell you.”

You then released a boisterous laugh, the kind of insane chuckle that would be found only in the insane asylums seen in horror movies. “Yes, you did!” You continued, speaking through the giggles, “so, not only did you not tell me that tonight would be our last night together. But you also spent it with your friends.” This entire time Sebastian looked to the floor whilst biting his up, he knew that he’d fucked up. “You could have invited me out with you, or had your day with them yesterday night when all we were doing was watching netflix.”

“Y/N,” he sighed, trying to interrupt you but you still had a rant left in you.

“Or maybe you could have come home earlier. But none of that matters because you didn’t tell me. You didn’t fu-”

“Y/N!” This time he yelled and it stopped you completely. Sebastian was never violent, he resented the very idea of it when it came to how people used it towards their significant others. Which is why whenever he did yell, you knew it was very serious. Once he sees that you’ve actually listened to him he released an angry breath, “I’m sorry that I forgot to tell you. I’d packed my schedule up so much that when they told me yesterday that I needed to go, I completely forgot to tell you. I was so distracted.” His explanation didn’t do anything to calm you. It had been a mistake, a dumb mistake that could easily have been resolved if he’d just been smarter. Sebastian only made it worse when he said the following: “Besides, why does it even matter, I didn’t think you were the type of girl who needed the boyfriend to spend every waking second with her.”

Your hands clenched into two tight fists on either side of your body. “I’m not,” you clipped, defending yourself. “But I am the type of girl that likes to know her boyfriend actually wants her around. Just put yourself in my place Sebastian, what would you do if I came back from long trips and spent all my free time with everyone but you?”

His reaction to your plea was a scoff, “I can’t listen to you any more, I’ve got to get out of here!”

“What?” The word fell out of your mouth pathetically.

Whilst sat staring at the piece of paper you had imagined every way this argument could possibly go; what you hadn’t expected, was for him to walk out on you.

He wandered back over towards the door, putting back on his jackets and shoes. “You’re basically saying that you don’t believe I love you anymore.”

You’re eyebrows rose, “that’s not what I’m saying at all, what I’m saying is that I want you to actually spend time with me when you’re home.” Sebastian didn’t respond, instead he seemed to be giving you the silent treatment.

Even though you knew he was drunk and therefore acting in ways that he normally wouldn’t but still you found yourself feeling very angry. You were touchy from sitting and dwelling in your anger, and he was the same because he’d drunk so much alcohol. And that’s what led you to snap at him so harshly.

“Go then, leave! See if I care!” You instantly regretted what you said, even Sebastian had to pause and look at you like a hurt puppy. And he was, this was something he had never had you say to him. Neither you nor Sebastian would ever even say ‘I hate you’, not even jokingly. Because you both respect that certain words had power; and what you said to him then held a lot of power.

“Fine.” He snapped, proceeding to glare at you before leaving.

You cried a lot after that. You stood in the same spot and silently let tears fall from your eyes. You angrily wiped them away and then went to turn the lights off, somehow you managed to keep your emotions bottled up until you entered your bedroom. You saw Sebastian’s overwhelming fear that he’d never come back, and that fear broke you.

Your knees collapsed beneath you and you clutched your hands against your heart, trying to calm the heaving sobs that escaped you. You loved him so much and nothing was worth losing him over, and now you could possibly have made him have you because you said such horrible things.

You cried loudly, then you cried softly, then you cried quietly, then you slept.

When you awoke you felt gross and very much like you needed a shower. But the sadness that filled you made it hard, it felt almost like there were weights keeping you from moving. You did eventually reach out for your phone to try and keep your mind distracted, but what you found surprised you.

In front of the lock screen image of you and Sebastian smiling side-by-side, was a notification saying you had nine messages, all from Sebastian:

1:06am - Are you okay?

1:06am - Just so you’re not worrying, I went to a hotel. I’m not wandering the streets drunk.

1:09am - God, I hate it when we fight. Can we just apologise to one another and move on? I love you too much to not be with you.

1:10am - I know I was an arsehole. I know and I’m so sorry and I love you soooooo much and this bed is really cold without you beside me.

1:11am - I may have had more drinks when I got to the hotel, so I apologise for whatever I say next but yeah I’m dwunk

1:13am - I’m guessing you’re asleep, I hope so, sleep is good. I should try and sleep

2:29am - I miss how you always have this little smile on your face in your sleep. I miss the light snores that are barely audible (I swear). I miss how much you move around in your sleep. I just miss you. Have I mentioned how much I hate it when we argue?

3:01am - I don’t care anymore. I messaged my manager and told them to cancel my interview tomorrow. I want you. I’m coming home!

4:00am - I’ve left my keys at the hotel, please answer the door

The time when you look at your phone was 10:35am, and the panic set in and your care for Sebastian lifted those weights so you could throw the covers off your body and run downstairs.

A part of you hoped that Sebastian wasn’t stupid enough to just sit outside all night waiting for you to answer the door. But then you had to take in the fact that Sebastian had been far drunker by the time he’d made it to your home.

Timidly, you pulled open the door and looked through the thin opening. And low and behold there he was, cuddled up into a ball, sleeping soundly away.

“Sebastian,” you cried, flinging open the door and kneeling beside him. “You idiot,” you hissed as he finally returned to consciousness.

He was freezing cold beneath your touch and so you rushed to lift him onto his feet and get him inside. It was nearing the end of summer and entering autumn so the nights were becoming longer and colder.

“Uh… what?” Sebastian was still trying to remember everything that had transpired whilst you were panicking and pushing im into the house where you planned to give him a blanket and a warm cup of coffee. You noticed he kept putting his hand against his head so whilst you were making the coffee you handed him a bottle of water and some drugs for his headache. “Thank you.”

“What the hell were you thinking last night?” You were trying to remain angry towards him though it was quite difficult.

He looked up at you through his lashes, “I had to see you again.” You wanted to scream at him, because when he said stuff like that you felt immense love for him. “I couldn’t just leave like that after an argument, cause, you know, I love you.”

You rolled your eyes and then rushed over towards him, grabbed his head, and kissed him. The kiss only lasted three seconds before you pulled back. “God, you’re cold.”

A small smile lifted up the side of his lips. “You are worth it,” he shrugged.