1: “Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” 2: “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”
This was a normal routine recently. Him disappearing in the evening and wouldn’t make it until in middle of the night, when his lovers head would already be resting on his side of the bed. Snuggled up in one of his overly sized plain shirts. Lace panties, a noiseless signal of what could have happened the night if he had just shown up.
Hair done just the way she knew he adores, clipped and sprayed in place. With a bare face, because she finally felt at peace with the fact he loves her without it. Because him constantly assuring her that he loves her without anything, had finally jammed through the crakes in between her skull to her brain.
And yet he was a no show, even after the countless texts sent his way to remind him of the special day, the special day that she had organized to the last nano second. Dinner, followed by a movie she knew he loved- even tho she could count a hundred and three other things to do then watch it- with wine trailing behind, which would only of course lead to them together in their shared room.
She even texted Chris, to make sure Chris knew of their plans and wouldn’t bombarded them with surprise plans- she knew Sebastian couldn’t decline an offer from one of his brothers he only got to see on rare occasions. She was always his second choice, probably always would be…
Her soft hiccups echoed throughout the four walls, it wasn’t her fault they had drifted apart. Work, work just got in the way. It wasn’t her fault Sebastian had to take Elizabeth to the banquet as his date and not his girlfriend, because work had kept her three hours extra. It wasn’t her fault Sebastian had decided that praising some other women’s cooking then her owns, she never had that much time to cook for him, not that she should be forced… it wasn’t her fault.
She turned around, sleeping on her back. Her pupils drifted from one figure on the wall to the next, she needed a distraction. Something to take her mind off of him.
She stood up, walking with a pitter patter rhythm to the master bathroom.
Washing her face, she dried it with the paper towels perched up in its place, before walking out to the kitchen. She at least needed to get something in-
She froze in place, all the blood in her body going raw. Sebastian was opening the lock. Not knowing how to confront him, she bolted it back to their bed room, but it was too late. Sebastian had already opened the door.
“Hey beautiful.” He whispered, probably because the next door neighbors had filed the second noise complaint. “What are you still doing up?” He asked, carelessly taking his combat boots off, then his coat followed suite. He ran his fingers through his hair when he turned around meeting his lovers eyes.
“Hey,” She croaked, she didn’t know what to do. He had basically stood her up and didn’t seem quite bothered by it.
“I’m so thirsty.” He complained walking into the open kitchen, coming to a slow stop once he saw the dinner table transformed into a five star restaurant. The table was covered in red cloth, the decorative design looked like it was hand picked, as the edges were half circles with a red candle melted half way through, two plates that were filled to the brim with food now half eaten, as well as forks and dull knifes sat parallel to each other- albeit had some food particles decorating the silverware. Wine glass and half drunk bottle nestled into a woven basket. “What’s this?” He asked, turning around pointing to the set table.
“Anthony came over and we just… yah.” She lied, her words strained and forced. “He was loads of fun.” She continued, memories of her stress eating the food came flooding her mind.
“You cooked for Anthony?” Was the only thing to come out from between his chapped lips. As he turned around. A glass of water forgotten. “You’ve never cooked anything for me-”
“Why are you-?” She choked, her voice weary.
“What else happened,” Rubbing his hand over his face, Sebastian moved closer to (Y/N) her warm brown chocolate orbs stared right back into his dusty royal blue ones.
“Nothing.” She answered curtly.
“Nothing?” Sebastian scoffed, giving her a one over, his white plain shirt giving him perfect view of her red lace bra and panties, “Nothing?” He repeated, more aggressively. “Nothing?” He chanted, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up harshley to take a glimpse of her panties- just in case his mind was playing tricks on him. “Nothing?” He questioned, letting her shirt go, she stepped back in fear. He was a big man, wide and muscular, anything he did when he was angry had always sparked fear under her heart.
“I said nothing Sebastian!” She hollered back, pushing him away from her as he advanced to get closer to her.
“Nothing? That half eaten bread says something happened!” He pointed to where he would only assume Anthony had sat and eaten, “Those half filled wine glasses sure say something happened.” He laughed bitterly, running his hand through his hair walking back and forth trying to adjust to the news. “Hey, come back here I’m not done talking to you!” Sebastian wolfed, walking past his retreating girlfriend. “I said-”
“Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” Sporting an angry voice didn’t only seem fit for Sebastian. She whipped around, her voice and breathing raised an octave.
“Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” She repeated, he stood star struck, why was she angry with him? His girlfriend just had dinner in his apartment without his knowledge- and god knows what they did together alone.
“I was out with Elizabeth-”
“Of course you were.”
“The hell are you complaining about, you had dinner with one of my friends-”
“Your an eye sore.” She complained, “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!” Like that the young brunet walked faster to their shared apartment, going strait into their closet and pulling a change of cloths for him. “Come back tomorrow for the rest.”
“You do realize that this is MY apartment…” Sebastian barked, pushing his spare cloths back on the ground from her hands.
“Fine then I’ll leave.” She answered. Pushing his large frame away from her. If anything, the man before her gave her an unsettling feeling at the moment. She had never felt unsettled around Sebba. As a matter of fact, she always found refuge in between his open arms, and solace when their lips molded together.
Pulling her back, Sebastian glared into her eye, “The hell happened with Anthony?” Seb roared while shaking her shoulders with each of his words.
“Nothing you idiot!” She slapped him away from her, shoving him to the side, “Because I lied. Anthony was never here! That dinner table was set for your sorry ass, but no, Sebastian Stan was way two busy hitting it off with Elizabeth Olson.” She grabbed her phone and wallet from table beside the door. Quickly shutting it once she grabbed her slippers and ran down the stairs. Sebastian hot on her trails.
“(Y/N)!” Sebastian chocked, as he tried to run after her. “It’s not what you think,” he whispered, watching as her retrieving figure disappear into the shadows of his apartment complex.
“-What about your relationship, how’s (Y/N), I believe that’s her name right?” The press never had proof that she was real, that she really was dating the Sebastian Stan. They only knew her when Sebba would accidentally let a few words slip without having much time to think about them.
“She’s doing fine,” He rubbed his thighs before looking back at the reporter.
“Is she watching you right now?”
“I doubt it.” Stan laughed, thinking of other things you could possibly be doing by now.
“How would your cast describe your relationship?” The reported pressed, leaning the mike to Elizabeth who was practically giving it away that she knew something.
“Just last week he bought her a promise ring!”
“Elizabeth, please don’t-”
"She wouldn’t mind,“ Olson assured shushing Sebastian up. "He bought her this infinity blue gem promise ring, we had to spend days together to just find the right one.”
“Wow, your really serious.” The male reported chuckled. Looking back at Olson, as she nodded her head like crazy.
“You wouldn’t even believe it.” She continued on, “We’ve been ring shopping for almost two months now!” Elizabeth giggled, “I’m surprised she didn’t think something happened.” Olson nudged Sebastian to the side, “Don’t you want to say something to her?”
“Uh…” He broke under pressure. Especially if one of them was a lie he kept from all his crew members. It’s almost been a week since she disappeared on him. No trace no nothing. He texted about a hundred times a day, left voice mails endlessly. Even tried to call her mother, but apparently she didn’t pick up. As if matters couldn’t be worse, when he drove the eight hour road to go to her moms place, the new owner of the home said the former people who lived here had moved out a month ago prier to this day. “Call me,”
“Well, this is all we have for you, up next Chris Evan-” The TV went dead silent, a small mist of a rainbow left as the residue of colorful screen turned off. She looked behind her, her mother bringing a cup of coffee.
“So, how’s Sebastian?” Her mama asked, sipping her tea. “I’m really sad he couldn’t make it.” Her mom grumbled. “Was really looking to see him again, such a sweetheart.”
“Yeah,” The young lady sighed. Grabbing her phone and going to one of the many missed phone calls he had left. “He’ll be here soon.”
“Oh I hope, dear.”
The next ones are going to come out sooner :)
this was requested by @iadorenewtmas im so sorry for the long ass wait, i hope this met your needs. tell me otherwise.
Creer que realmente existe “el amor de tu vida” es una perspectiva de vida muy… ¿mediocre? Creer que solo estamos destinados a una persona, que existe el destino, que nuestro camino está dibujado nos limita tremendamente. Nos hace creer que no somos capaces de cambiar las cosas y nos mantiene esperando por ese “alguien”. Desde donde yo lo veo, es una perspectiva de vida muerta, no genera vida, la mantiene inerte.
So the story? Basically, six of the founding fathers (Hamilton, Jefferson, Madison, Washington, Franklin, and Adams) are time-traveled to 2012 Chicago to endorse a campaign. They refuse, soooooooooo……..they’re left alone to try and survive in the 21st century. Boy…what a ride.
They can even be sexy:
There are 10 episodes and then some extra fun clips on their YouTube channel. I honestly enjoyed it a lot, albeit the fact that they haven’t uploaded a new episode since…2012. But I still have high hopes that they might come back. Maybe if we hit their videos up and spread them around, it can become a thing again.
In case you aren’t interested yet, here are some facts about the characters:
Hamilton sets up booby traps in his own room
Franklin loves Pop-Tarts
Madison foresees shit
Washington works at a desk and he doesn’t know modern terms
Jefferson is literally in a band
Adams is adorable and works in a coffee shop like???