Sebastian Stan Imagines

Buddies (Part 7)

A/N: Wanted to make this into two parts but couldn't quite figure out how. Things escalate quite fast, hope that's not a big problem. Now, the reason the reader feels the way about love... it's very specific and kinda heavy. I know some people don't like it when the reader gets like a "back story" in fics especially when it doesn't fit with your past or your persona but this time I kind of had to write one. If I didn't, the reason would have been left unrevealed and the story would have kinda lost all meaning. Play along with it if you can, I don't blame you if you can't. Hope you like this part!

Warning: angst, mentions of drinking and slight cursing

After a little over an hour of being outside, walking around to clear his mind and calm himself down, Sebastian finally walked up the steps to his house. He inserted his key in the lock and opened the door, peeking his head inside to listen to any kind of noises. It was quiet.

He frowned, stepping in further. "Y/N?" He called out, really hoping you hadn't gone out as well, or worse, left for good.

He got no answer in return so he started looking for you, not even bothering to take his jacket off. He looked around, walking past the kitchen only to see you sitting on the floor with your head resting against your knees.

Sebastian's heart sunk as he saw you on the cold tile floor, looking the most devastated he had ever seen you. He even heard you sniffling, a telltale sign of you crying.

He took his time to look around the room and he noticed the rose petals scattered all over the kitchen counter behind you. He also noticed the half empty bottle of alcohol next to you. He sighed, feeling bad for completely running out on you. Still, he knew he had to clear his head somehow.

"Hey," he said quietly, causing you to look up at him. Your eyes were bloodshot as you looked into his. You looked so small and fragile sitting on the floor with your knees up to your chest and Sebastian decided to sit beside you. "I see you've been drinking."

You looked at the bottle next to you, facing away from Sebastian. "Yeah, apple juice," you said quietly, voice almost squeaking.

"No, that's a bottle of scotch. Very expensive scotch."

You shook your head, leaning against the counter behind you and looked straight ahead. "It's just really strong apple juice," you said, letting out a sad chuckle. You sighed, resting your face on your knees once again, hugging your legs close to your chest.

"Well, I'm sorry but I think I might just have to take your apple juice away from you," Sebastian said as he reached over you to take the bottle away and set it aside.

"You know, I didn't drink much of it. It tastes like shit."

He looked back to you, still hearing your sniffles. "Have you been here the whole time?" He asked, quiet as ever.

You nodded, lifting your head up once again. "Haven't left once," you muttered while reaching for the bottle only to have Sebastian pull it farther away from you.

"If you want some apple juice there's some in the fridge."

You turned your head to the fridge, stared at it for a couple of seconds before sighing and turning away. "I think I can manage without it."

Sebastian had a sad smile while he looked at you. You had now straightened your legs and set your hands on your lap. Your eyes were glaring at your fingers as you twiddled with them and avoided eye contact. Sebastian noticed a tear escaping your reddened eye and he so badly wanted to reach out and wipe it away but decided against it.