Setting: Six weeks after.
"Are you sure you're okay?" You squinted at the bruises on Chris' arms and knees.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just-" You stared wide eyed as he slipped, landing flat on his ass.
"Chris? You gonna tell me what's going on?" You fought the urge to laugh as he pouted. "Not really used to all the gravity yet." You giggled.
"Come here, let me look at ya." Chris walked slowly over to the couch, looking as if he were going to throw up. "You have so many scratches."
He shrugged. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't want people to know I fall."
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Sebastian Stan imagines!
FanfictionSo. Sebastian Stan. This Romanian Cinnamon roll has basically kinda ruined my life. I mean...You know you're in deep when people say "You got a buck or two?" And all you think is: "Don't scream don't scream." Anyway. This book is an imagine book f...
