A Drunken Night (Sebastian Stan x Reader)
You lie awake in your apartment surrounded by cruiser bottles. The only sound that’s heard is coming from the clock on the wall. You’re getting more and more irritated as the time passes by, probably from all of the cruisers you’ve had. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps outside your door, startles you, bringing you somewhat to your senses. There’s jingling of keys, the front door opening, and then slamming shut again. You wait in the darkness of your living room, waiting for whoever it is, to come through. Then the harsh lights turn on, and Sebastian walks in.
“Well, look who decided to finally come home…” you slur.
“Come home?” he asks, surprised, “I don’t even live here. You called and said you wanted chicken, remember?”
You pause for a second as his words buffer through your mind. 'Did I call him?' you think to yourself. 'Oh well, at least I’m getting food.' You look directly at the bag he’s holding and snatch it out of his hand. “Whatever.” In a few seconds, the packaging is torn open and there’s a drumstick being ripped to shreds from your mouth.
“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” he questions.
“Well done, you’re very observant. Good job. Celebratory clap for you!” You sarcastically say, with a full mouth of chicken meat.
“Ah, so this what ‘four cruiser bottles’ Y/N, is like – very grumpy with a splash of sarcasm,” He laughs, taking a seat next to you, “Okay, we need to get you into bed. You’re definitely wasted.”
“NOOOOOO!” You shout, clutching on for dear life to the bucket of chicken, wrapping your arms tightly around it. “You just want the chicken to yourself! Well, you’re not getting it back! It’s mine now! MINE! Mine! Mine… mine… my...”
You yawn, suddenly falling asleep on the couch, still clutching a chicken piece. He sighs and pries the chicken out of your hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” He cleans up his hand, then lifts you, carrying you away to your bedroom.
You wake from the movement and wrap your arms behind his neck. “Why are you so nice to me?” you murmur, “It’s not like I’m your girlfriend or anything.”
“Is it so wrong to care about you so much?” He says, “And besides, I like being here for you. I’m sure if our situation was switched, you’d do the same for me.”
“Nope! You’re too heavy to carry up a flight of stairs. I’d drop you and then we’d both be in trouble,” You laugh, resting your head against his chest.
Finally, you make it to your bedroom and Sebastian drops you onto the edge of the bed, in an upright position. He quickly goes to the bathroom and comes back with a dampened face towel. Sebastian sits in front of you, and gently clears your hair out of your face. You just stare at his concentrating eyes as he takes out random crumbs of chicken from your hair and off your face.
“What? Why are you staring at me so intently?” He asks.
You grab the sides of his face with both your hands, leaning closer and closer until your faces are inches apart. “Yep, you’d look weird with a red star tattooed on your face. Ha-ha!” you laugh, letting go and backing away until your back is collapsed back onto the bed.
He laughs and gets up from the floor, “Y/N, I’m just going to clean up downstairs and then I’ll be back, ok?” But there’s no response because you’re back to sleep.
He comes back up after an hour of cleaning, to find your shirt a quarter way unbuttoned. “Ahhh! I leave for an hour, and this is what you’ve been up to?” He yells, throwing a quilt over you.
“It’s too hot!” you complain, rolling over onto your stomach, “I need new clothes. I’m going to die in these ones if I don’t change.”
“You’re really not going to make this easy for me, are you?” Sebastian sighs, going to your closet to pick out pajamas. “Here,” he says, tossing the clothes at you.
You sit up and pick up what you think is a shirt, but he stops you before you can put it on. “Those are shorts.”
“I can’t do this!” You complain, starting to tear up out of frustration.
“Okay! Okay… Calm down. I’ll help you, just breathe. I promise I won’t look, just take it one garment at a time,” he calmly says.
Thirty minutes and a lot of shouting, later, he can finally open his eyes and tuck you in bed.
He’s about to leave when you pull him back. “Wait, I want to hear a story! Pleeeaaaaaaaassssseeeee?” You plead.
He sighs, and you make room for him as he lays beside you with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. You listen to his voice as you drift off for the final time that night.
You wake up with a jolt the next morning, your head slightly hurting from the sunshine and birds tweeting outside your window. You look down and notice you’re wearing new clothes and there’s a glass of water and aspirin beside you on your bedside table.
“Hey, you’re up,” he says, casually walking into your room with toast, eggs, and bacon.
“Ahhh! What are you doing here!?” you scream, pulling the sheets up to your chest.
“You called me last night, remember?” he explains, “Well, I’m not surprised if you don’t. You were pretty wasted last night.”
“And were you also the one who changed my clothes?” you ask.
“Sort of. I promise I had my eyes shut the entire time! It was a long waiting game. You took your time trying to unbutton your work shirt,” he says, setting down your breakfast on the other bedside table.
“Oh my gosh, that sounds so embarrassing,” you mumble, holding your head in your hands and groaning.
“Hey, it’s okay. We’ve been friends for how long? It’s nothing I can’t handle,” he says, taking a seat beside you, wrapping his arms around you.
“You didn’t have to stay, you know. I could have done this myself,” you say, looking at the breakfast he made you.
“Yeah, but I wanted to,” he replies.
“Why?” You ask.
“Really? It’s still not obvious? After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that maybe it’s because I love you?” he answers.
“Seb…” you sigh.
“I know we’ve talked about this before, but I’m willing to take the risk of ruining our friendship because I know this is going to work,” he says.
“And what if it doesn’t?” You ask.
“Then I’m going to keep trying until we get it right. That’s how much I love you,” he says, “Just please let me take care of you.”
You smile, and nod, finally agreeing to be his girlfriend.