Start Over (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Chapter I: Drunken In The Morning

With a deep frown on your face, you stood up from your bed, rubbing your eyes in the process after you heard a loud crash from downstairs. Grabbing the baseball bat you kept next to your nightstand you carefully made your way down the stairs. You could see a soft light coming from the kitchen accompanied by quiet cursing which caused you to follow the deep voice, only to be greeted by your neighbour, Sebastian, standing in your kitchen, looking confused and more than tipsy.
"Sebastian?"
The tall man whirled around, his eyes red and his gaze disoriented.
"(Y/N)?" he slurred, obviously confused, "wh-what you doin' in m'parentment?"
"Seb...this is my apartment. I gave you my keys in case of an emergency, remember?"
He nodded his head, his hair flapping up and down with the motion causing a small smile to appear on your face, your baseball bat hanging by your side by now.
"Come on, I'll make you some food to sober up and then you can tell me what's going on."

Just a few minutes later a grilled cheese sandwich stood in front of the drunk man on your couch, a glass of water placed next to it.
"Eat," you said, sitting down beside him to make sure he was alright.
Several moments of silence passed only interrupted by Sebastian eating and drinking.
"She dumped me..." your neighbour mumbled, still drunk but at least you were struggling less to understand his words.
"Who?"
"Margarita."
"Well...she doesn't deserve you then. You're too good for her anyways and someone that breaks up with you got to have some loose screws in their head," you tried to cheer him up, taking the plate to the kitchen once he was finished eating to clear it up a bit. Returning to your living room you found Sebastian standing, well, more like swaying, with a bottle of vodka in his hands, trying to get it to open. Letting out a long sigh you walked over to him, taking the bottle out of his hands and placing it back in your cabinet and twisting the key to lock it away.
"It's six o'clock in the morning, you're not having vodka, Sebastian," you scolded him.
"Why not?" He tried to argue with you.
"Because I said so. Now come, you can sleep in my guest room until your sober again."
Following you like a lost puppy you walked up the stairs you came down earlier, leading him into your spare room and sitting him down on the bed.
"You know...that one night we spend together, I really liked that. I wanted to break up with Margarita even before that but my manager didn't allow me to do that so I couldn't. I only have eyes for you and I don't wanna be with anyone but you," he slurred slightly, but the words that came rushing out of his mouth somehow loud and clear.
"Go to sleep, Sebastian," you pressed his body backwards, his back hitting the mattress.
"I love you, (Y/N)," he mumbled as he drifted off to sleep, his eyes closing as his breath evened out.
"You don't mean that." Your voice was quiet, barely reaching your own ears.
Getting a bottle of water and an ibuprofen, you placed both on the bedside table and made your way out of the room. Knowing you won't be able to fall back asleep again you decided to catch up with some of your favourite shows on Netflix and plant yourself on your couch underneath a blanket.

Several hours later the door to your guest room opens slowly, a hungover Sebastian Stan stepping out of the room, dragging himself through your hallways and into your living room in which you were seated, looking up to him while pausing the show that was playing on your TV.
"Look who's finally awake," you beamed at your friend, patting the space next to you to tell him to sit down.
"How are you feeling?"
"Got a headache that's killing me, thanks for the pain killer by the way," he smiled slightly at you, "what exactly did I do yesterday?"
"Well, you only got here at like six but you were beyond drunk and uhhh told me that Margarita broke up with you?" You told him, hiding the part where he told you that he loved you.
"Yea that"-his hand wiped over his face while he let out a frustrated groan-"it was bound to happen. We've been fighting almost nonstop in the last few weeks, so we're better off this way."
You nodded your head, not quite knowing how to respond as you looked back to the TV.
"I should get going, thanks for taking care of me and letting me crash here, (Y/N)." Sebastian stood up from the couch again, patting your shoulder as he walked over to the door, you following him to properly say goodbye.
"Don't hesitate to come here to talk, Seb. Better come and talk with me than ruin your body with getting wasted."
"Yea, you're right," he sighed, leaning against the door frame and smiling at you.
"You know you're great, right?"
"Ehh, people say that sometimes," you shrugged teasingly.
"See ya, (Y/N), and thanks again." He hugged you quickly, pecking your check afterwards and then proceeded to walk away from your door.

"No problem, take care." You waved after him, closing the door only the lean your back against it, taking in a deep breath while closing your eyes. Having a crush on your neighbour wasn't fun, especially when he was a famous actor with probably thousands of women swooning over him and him being constantly away to film movies. Cursing to yourself you pushed yourself off the door, letting out a shaky breath. It was time to get back to your normal life, ignoring your feelings for the actor and focusing on other stuff. Like the life that was growing inside you, becoming stronger and stronger with every passing day.