Sebastian Stan Imagines

«Sore- Sebastian»

Title: Sore

WC: 399

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I walked in the apartment. I dropped my stuff. And by stuff I mean my guard bag and my gym bag. I slide down the door on my back. I looked around. I hear footsteps.

"You're home." Sebastian spoke up. He sees I'm in pain. He rushes up to me and sits down next to me.

"What happened?"
"Practice for six hours is alright but when you're tossing six's for hours hurts." I told him. He sighed in relief that no one hurt me. I then lifted my shirt. I had accidentally hit my stomach. I looked at it. There a big bruise on the side of stomach lays.

"Ops."
"We should put ice on that."
"Nah it doesn't hurt that much."
"Kristina."
"Fine I need ice for my knee cause it hurts a lot."
"Ok." Then all of a sudden he picked me. I wrapped my arms around him. He chuckled at me. He walked to the living room. He dropped me on the couch softly. I let go of him. He kissed my forehead.

"I'll be back." He spoke. Then he walked away. I waited for a little bit and then he arrived with a bag of ice wrapped in a towel. He put it on my knee. I smiled.

"Thanks."
"Anything for you." He told me softly. He let go of the bag. I put my hand on it to stay there. He walked up to me and crunched down in front of my face. He kissed me.

"I love you." I tell him. He was shocked. We never said I love you to each other before. Yeah we live with each other but I love you was a huge thing.

"I love you too." He smiled at me. He kissed me again. I was happy. He pulled away and accidentally hit my arm that's sore too.

"Ow."
"Sorry."
"It's ok." I told him. He smiled at me. He lifted me head to where it was on his lap. He started to mess with my hair. I smiled and closed my eyes.

"Thank you for everything."
"Anything for the woman who stay with me when no one else did."

A/N

Again short. But for real I'm like really sore about to go to church and I'm writing. This isn't right. But I got the idea and I couldn't leave it behind.