from that one movie where it literally looks like he has 2 secs of screen space

Never Say Goodbye: Part 6 - What Did I Do?

Words - 2,789

Author - SebastianSin-221B

Pairing - Sebastian Stan/OFC (Lil Jacobs)

Rating- Explicit

Hey everyone! So sorry it’s been so long, but the holidays are a really unforgiving point of the year for me when it comes to time management. I had little to know free time these last couple of weeks, but I’m back now! Anyone new that wants to read I’d suggest you start that the beginning or you’re going to be the most confused cookie of them all.
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After our nap, we spent the rest of the night on the couch eating takeout Chinese food and having a Parks and Rec marathon.

Seb swore he wouldn’t be able to get into the show, but 12 episodes later I was half asleep on his chest while he giggled softly at the office antics trying not to disturb me with his laughter. I didn’t get tell him that his quiet chuckles only relaxed me more because soon I was completely out.


“SHIT!”

My eyes jerk open and I glance around quickly, blearily trying to identify the origin of the sound.

Disoriented from falling asleep on the couch and waking up in bed, I drag on one of Seb’s too big t-shirts and pad softly into the kitchen to try and find him, and maybe even figure out why he’s cussing at the top of his lungs at 7:23 on a Sunday morning.

I find him in the kitchen, poking at an expensive looking coffee contraption with a butter knife, sucking one finger from his other hand into his mouth to soothe what I have to assume is a burn if the steam, and scorched smelling brown liquid seeping out of it are any indication.

“Are you alright?” I ask, unplugging the machine and pushing him gently toward the sink, where I run cool water and hold his singed digit under it.

Seb kisses my temple.

“I’m fine babe. Sorry I woke you up. I’ve never used that thing before, but I wanted coffee. Couldn’t find the manual but I figured ‘How hard could it be to make coffee?’.” He gripes grumpily.

“Apparently very.” I reply with a wry chuckle that makes him poke out his bottom lip in a faux pout.

“How about we toss on some clothes and just take the quick walk to Starbucks?” I ask.

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Seb responds, and just a few minutes later, after brushing my teeth and tossing on some sweats and a t shirt that actually fits, we’re out the door.

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