Summary: You had a bad day filming. You got home into your trailer where Mackie and Chris were, and you just started to get really annoyed. Sebastian notices, and he wants to help you.
Also, you have Tourette's (Tics.), and you speak Romanian.
You came home with bags of groceries, and you were greeted with Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans, sitting on your coach watching a football game.
That's the last thing you wanted.
Yelling.
And you were exhausted.
"Hey babe," Sebastian said, walking out into the room with a tight black shirt and grey sweatpants.
"Hi," You said, setting the groceries on the counter.
"Anthony and Chris are staying for dinner, if that's okay," Sebastian said.
You scrunched up your nose.
"When did you make those plans?" You asked.
Sebastian eyed you.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I-" You said, before getting cut off by your head jolting the other way.
Your tics were acting in.
"Fuck!" You yelled, turning to look away as you your neck started moving your head in different directions. You groaned in frustration, and after 30 seconds, your tics stopped. "What the hell."
"You okay?" Sebastian asked.
"Yeah, whatever," You said. "They can stay. I don't care."
Sebastian tilted his head at you, and you could hear his footsteps approach.
His arms wrapped gently around your waist.
"Ce s-a întâmplat?" (Whats wrong?) Sebastian asked.
"Tocmai am avut o zi proastă filmând astăzi. Sunt obosită și vreau doar să dorm. Nu am chef să gătesc sau altceva," (I just had a bad day filming today. I'm tired and just want to sleep. I don't feel like cooking or anything.) You said.
Sebastian nodded, kissing your cheek.
"I'll order something," He said. "Go rest."
"I have groceries to put away though," You said.
"I'll take care of them," He said. "Go rest."
You grumbled.
"But I can't fall asleep without you next to me," You said. Sebastian smiled.
"Or you can sit on the couch and I'll sit and cuddle you," Sebastian said.
"Mkay," You said, shuffling into the living room and pulling a blanket over yourself.
10 minutes later, Sebastian sat next to you, pulling you into his lap as you cuddled into his chest.
"Te iubesc. Atat de mult." (I love you. So much.) Sebastian said, kissing you're forehead.
You grumbled again, before drifting into a noisy sleep.
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