Presley❤️:
U up?
Sebabababa:
for you? Yes
oof why?
hang on dollface
Incoming call from Sebabababa...
[ Accept | Decline ]
"Hi."
"Hey. What's wrong? Why can't you sleep?"
"N-Nightmares."
"Aww, I wish I was there-."
"But you got filming and I understand— it's your job and you wouldn't stop me from doing mine which is very honorable of you. I shouldn't be relying on you for everything cause you have your own life to live and shouldn't wrapped up in all the drama that comes with me."
"Okay. Look, I don't give a fuck about the drama and neither should you. You gotta focus on you, babygirl. You gotta be selfish for me, got it?"
"Fine."
"Don't get all grumbly with me, Pres. I wish I could be there but go put on Spongebob or watch Hannah Montana and do one of those face masks that you made me do."
"Hey! You love those."
"Hushhhh, don't say that aloud. I need my bad boy rep to stay put."
"I'm pretty sure others would call you a puppy dog or superhero or maybe Bucky."
"You love Bucky, don't you?"
"Yes and my inner fangirl still can't believe that your ass is talking to me."
"Oh my god, you're adorable."
"I know."
YOU ARE READING
Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire
FanfictionIn which Sebastian Stan sends a text to a wrong number asking where his lube is. I do not own anything except the plot and the witty comebacks. (Completed) Second book is Puppy Dog Love.
