One shots with Sebastian Stan and his characters (mostly Bucky). Each one shot is a different story from the last. A few have a couple another parts to them as they were longer than expected stories. I do have to say, I began this years ago so the w...
I walked into the apartment. I hear the music blasting throughout the house. Why did I decide to have a roommate. So about a month ago I was looking for a roommate to share this place. My friend Sarah said she knew someone who need company so now here I am. Hating every moment I'm in this place because of him. Ugh thinking of him hurts.
I walked to my room dropped my stuff off. Then I walked out the room and to his room. I banged on this door telling him I'm home. Then I walked away to the kitchen. I heard the music turn down a little bit. Ok we have a system.
Whenever I get home I bang on his door and he'll turn his music down. Also it lets him know not to sing. Cause one day he did that. Then we just avoid each other. 3-6 I have the living room. 6-9 he has it. Yup he have a system. I mean we don't like each other so seeing each other won't help. Also I have a rule where he can't bring four girls home in one week. He brought home eight somehow one week.
I looked at the time as I search for food to eat.
3:56 pm
Then I heard footsteps. So I turned around to leave but before I could he entered. His hair looks so soft. Man I want to- no I don't want to do anything.
"Ugh." I just muttered. Before I left again he spoke up.
"Hey I have fucked every girl but you." He just said all of a sudden. I looked at him in disbelief that he just said that. Our first conversation after we've met.
"So." "So can you just say that I fucked you when ever someone asks you?" He asked me. That's when I became even more disgusted with him.
"No!" I yelled at him. He sighed at me. Then he did these puppy eyes. And I never fall for puppy eyes. Even if his almost did.
"Please." "No! It's my life and you can't control it so no!" "Jeez you didn't have to get offend." "Well I can't help it when you are telling me what to do." I had gotten close to him. My face in his. He looked down at my lips. He smirked. He bit his lip. I was about to leap onto him. I was about to fall for that damn smirk but I can't. So I then back away.
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"Goodnight." I told him. I then walked passed him. I walked to my bedroom. I closed the door. I then remember about my dinner. Great. I couldn't make anything or get something. I walked to my bed and sighed.
I then wake up with a knock at my door. I shoot up. I walk to the door. There I see him. I see his lip busted and he has blood coming down his face. And I know the difference between fake and real blood cause I've seen enough in my life. My eyes widen. I take his hand and guide him to my bathroom. I put the toilet cap down. I let him sit on it. He had his hand on his head. He looked pale.
