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OMG. @sinfulsanctuary

Honestly this whole gifset makes me feel like he's my lover, he's a little mad, doesn't give a shit about getting caught and just fucking barges in while i'm in the middle of an argument with my husband or something.

@arelyhb Well then... :)

Fandom: N/A | Characters: Sebastian Stan | Written: July 2016

"No, this weekend is not good! I have plans this weekend!"

"What plans? You never told me about anything! I checked your calendar, and there was nothing on there!"

You didn't know what to tell him. The in-laws coming for a weekend was never good, but it was particularly bad this weekend. Your husband had said he would be visiting his parents, so you had made plans with Sebastian.

Today was supposed to be the day when your husband was leaving, and Sebastian was hiding out in the garden. When you got home from work to find your husband still home and serving news like that, it seriously put a dent in your mood.

"I made plans with a friend," you replied. "You know, a girls only weekend. Why would you check my calendar anyway? I don't remember giving you permission to go through that!"

"What friend?"

You weren't sure if you were being paranoid or not, but you thought you saw distrust in his eyes. "Martine," you said quickly, knowing she would back you up if he asked.

He suddenly reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. "Then you won't mind me calling to check if she's on her way over yet."

"Don't you fucking trust me?!" Yeah, she would back you up, but just in case...

He stopped dialling, holding the phone suspended between you, your hand raised slightly as if to grab the phone if need be. "Of course I trust you, Arely. But you should call her and cancel, is all."

"Why would you invite your parents over without asking me anyway? You know I want the house cleaned, I need to have the guestroom prepared, and I have to shop for groceries!"

Suddenly, the door to the garden slid open. Your breath caught in your throat as Sebastian stepped inside, his footfalls heavy and his walk menacing. "When's this girls weekend gonna start anyway?" he asked.

Your husband's eyes narrowed to slits. "What is he doing here?"

"I'm here for the weekend," Sebastian said before your voice caught up with you. "And I don't like the way you're talking to Arely!"

"This is your plans for the weekend?" your husband asked, staring you down, completely ignoring Sebastian.

This was not how you had planned for this to happen, and it was a lot sooner than you had hoped. You took a deep breath and straightened, feeling Sebastian's comforting hand on the small of your back. "Yes," you replied simply. "I'm sorry. But I think you know as well as I that our marriage has been over for a while."

"So instead of asking for a divorce, you have been sleeping with that behind my back? How long has this been going on for?"

"Excuse me!" Sebastian blurted out, but you talked over him.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that this marriage is dead."

Your husband's eyes darted between you and Sebastian, his jaws tight. "Get out," he hissed. "I will not have you sleeping with other men in this house anymore. If you have to, do it somewhere else." Then he moved closer to the two of you. "I'll have my lawyer draw up the papers by the end of the weekend. And mark my words, neither of you," one long finger moved between you, "are going to come out on top in this."