They're made with cotton, and are moderately flat enough to be used as hot mitts for large things (smaller things struggle with the uneven nature of the pie surface).
Working on Just Right and hope to have something tonight but maybe not. This plot has taken an aching, glorious turn and I am kind of stunned. Happy stunned, but... stunned.
Today, let’s look at the breakdown of Will it episodes vs episodes/segments of GMM
When broken down by season, as you can see Will it episodes take up a small part of each season
But what about the whole series of GMM?
Let’s switch to pie charts!
Out of 1579 episodes, 64 episodes are Will it’s.
Broken down as a percentage, 4.1% are Will it’s.
When the segments of GMM 22 (part of Season 12 and Season 13) are considered, the percentage of Will it’s goes down further
Of the 1790 segments and episodes of GMM, 3.5% are Will it’s.
Summary: Sequel to “Think You Can Handle It?” - Reader is in a long-distance relationship, and is traveling for the holidays to see her man.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Words: 1789
Warnings: Fluffy domestic life. Language.
A/N: Sorry about the delay. Life happens. And I’m exhausted, but I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing a little bit every day. It’s a little shorter than the norm, but hoping to pick the pace up a bit.
“Hey sleepyhead, did you have a good nap?” Sebastian ruffled your hair in an attempt to wake you up.
As soon as you hit the pillows, and curled up with Seb’s body pillow that faintly smelled like him, you were out. You remembered dreaming, something about helping Mama J set up the new bistro, but you couldn’t place where it was. It wasn’t Y/town. There was much hustle and bustle going on outside, and you remember leaving, walking to a train station. Apparently your brain felt that Mama J should move to New York City. In reality, she’d probably do well there in the right neighborhood… but Mama J called Y/town home. She’d never leave.
You grumbled, still half-asleep after Sebastian’s attempt to rouse you from your slumber. After that workout, the emotional lunch, and well, eating lunch, you were lulled into more of an afternoon coma. Squinting, you stared at Seb, as he just giggled at you.
“What… what time is it? I feel more like ‘what century is it?’”
With a grin, he climbed into bed behind you, spooning you close. Somehow you wriggled around, and faced him, burying your face into his neck. Mental clarity was returning to your foggy brain.
“How was your meeting?”
“Good. I mean, really good. Things are all happening for I, Tonya, getting that all planned out. Last Full Measure is coming up quick too… and then it is off to Winter Soldiersville.” Sebastian continued, getting excited about all of his upcoming projects.
Keeping a brave face, you listened intently and asked questions, but inside it still stung. You were sure he’d feel the same if you started talking about all of your plans once you got back home, how you were going to help out Mama J, how things were going to be so busy but you were excited. You were getting lost in your own thoughts until you were saved by the alarm on Seb’s phone going off, coupled by your growling stomach.
The two of you hopped out of bed, and dinner was the new subject to talk about. Sebastian apparently did some grocery shopping and got some protein that wasn’t in the form of a chicken breast. Pan searing up some salmon, you asked him to hop on the sofa while you took care of dinner. As he was sitting in the overstuffed chair, the familiar Skype phone notification started playing.
“Holy shit! Chocolaccino! What’s up man?”
“Sexy Seabasssss! We haven’t talked in like weeks, seeing what was up! How’ve you been?”
You poked your head out of the kitchen as you swore you heard Anthony Mackie’s voice coming from the living room.
“Good, man, celebrating the holidays, working out, you know how it goes. How are Sheletta and the family? Tell them I say hello! How have the holidays been treating you?”
You heard the two men chatting back and forth, talking about holidays and you were suddenly brought up, considering you’d been there for over a week.
“Oh yeah Seabass, yer girl is there! How’s that going, eh?”
If eyebrows made a noise while wiggling up and down over the phone, you were pretty sure Mackie’s were screaming with how obvious it was. You were pretty sure you could hear Seb’s face turning red too. You heard his shy chuckle, and saw him looking down and away from the screen, then looking at you and smiling big.
“You know she’s in the kitchen, you want to say hi?” Sebastian got up from the chair, bringing the phone with him. “Baby girl, Anthony wants to say hey!”
“I, uh, oh, um hi Anthony, it is nice to meet you,” fell from your mouth as you weren’t quite prepared for that introduction as the phone was shoved in your face as you were cooking some pilaf.
“So this is the one that has taken Sexy Seabass off the market, huh? It is good to finally get to meet you. I’d always wondered what it would take to tame that wild man, good to see him so happy. Well it looks like you’re cooking, so I’ll let you get back to it. I hope we can all meet up sometime though and go out!”
“That sounds great. We’ll have to coordinate schedules sometime. Hope you have a great New Year!”
Seb pulled the phone back and kissed your cheek before heading back to the living room. You felt a little bewildered as to what just happened, but you’re pretty sure a double date with trouble was just set up with Chocolaccino and Vanilla Ice, as they often referred to each other. The men chatted for about another half hour, until you gestured from the doorway that dinner was ready. Sebastian closed out the call, and headed to the table as you put a plate in front of his chair. Starting to gobble down the food, Seb’s eyes closed and he hummed softly.
“Damn babe, I need you to cook for me all the time. This is WAY better than my standard chicken and veggies.”
You smiled and laughed.
“You mentioned that you liked having someone to cook for, to take care of… I feel the same way. Except that you’ll find that I tend to equate expressing love with food, so… yeah. Might need to talk to Don about what you can and can’t eat, or else I will fatten you up if given the chance.”
Sebastian continued to shovel food into his mouth, eating it all up and almost going for seconds until you gave him the eye, telling him there was still a bit of leftover pie. As dinner concluded, the two of you did the dishes together, dancing to some music playing from Sebastian’s phone, bumping hips and the occasional break out of singing along. After putting the last dish away, you tossed the dish-drying towel on the counter, and leaned back.
“Hey Sebby?”
He looked over at you as he closed the cabinet door. “Yeah baby girl?”
“Love you.”
“And I… I love you. You make my place feel like home. I need that feeling sometimes. I don’t know what it is going to be like once filming everything goes full-speed ahead.” He slowly walked over to you, your hips pinned between his and the countertop. “But I don’t want to focus on that right now. I want to focus on the fact I’m not quite tired, and you, well, you slept all afternoon…”
You smirked. “Really babe? Going there?”
“You betcha. How about literally some Netflix and chill tonight? You go out to the living room and queue something up… and I’ll get some pie.”
A quick chaste kiss was shared before you were uncaged, and headed to the living room. Clicking on the television and bringing up the steaming service, you pulled up Stranger Things, and noticed something a little odd. While the two of you had been watching it together previously, it was now wanting to resume two episodes ahead of where you left off.
That ass went ahead and watched ahead without you!
“SEBASTIAN. STAN. HOW DARE YOU, you damn CHEATER!” Your voice rang out shrilly from the living room, leaving the only remaining noise the clattering of a plate on the counter and silverware crashing to the floor.
Sebastian came running from the kitchen, trying to figure out what you were accusing him of, his heart belonged to you and only you.
“YOU WATCHED TWO EPISODES AHEAD WITHOUT ME! I cannot BELIEVE you!” You started laughing, especially with the deer-in-headlights look and his chest rising and falling quickly in panic.
“Fuck, baby girl, you can kill a man with a heart attack accusing him like that. But baby, I’m so sorry… I couldn’t sleep the night before you got here, and so I restarted it from the beginning, and intended to stop… but I fell asleep on the sofa and it didn’t ask if I were still watching until after I was passed out. It apparently went on through two more episodes. I swear though, I don’t know what happened.” He gave you a puppy dog look. “Forgive me?”
You couldn’t not forgive him with that look. He had it down pat.
“Fine babe. But hurry up, I want pie.”
“Baby girl? Forgive me.”
“I already did.”
“No, I need you to say it.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re probably going to have to forgive me again, I might have eaten the second to the last slice of pie while you were napping. There is only one left. We can share it though?”
“Damn it Sebastian, you’re lucky you’re so damn handsome. I can’t be mad when you’re still making that face. Geez, stop! I forgive you already, IF you let me have the first bite.”
He nodded, heading back to the kitchen, grabbing the small sliver of pie on a plate. Cutting off the corner, he sat on the floor in front of you, offering the first bite as a peace offering.
“My queen… if it pleases you.”
You nodded, gesturing for him to give you the fork, or at least put it in your mouth.
“OPEN THE AIRPLANE HANGER, HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE!”
Seb flailed the fork around before it came in for a landing in your mouth. You barely were able to chew and swallow between the laughs. In retaliation, you took a glob of the filling from the plate on your finger and smeared it all over his lips and face.
“Oh that is it, this is war, baby girl!” Seb tossed the plate on the floor and hopped on the sofa, pinning you down. You pulled him in close for a kiss, effectively smearing the fruit all over both of your faces. Looking down at you between smooches, Sebastian finally stopped and busted out laughing.
“Um…” He gestured at your cheek and chin.
“You’re one to talk,” you waved a circle around the entire bottom half of his face. “You got a little something there… Here, let me get that.”
Grabbing a tissue from the box on the end table next to you, you leaned in to wipe it off, and changed the plan, licking a wide wet stripe on his cheek. His eyes went wide.
“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” Sebastian questioned. “I’m going to get you back. You won’t know when, you won’t know how, but oh, I will get you, lover.”
The words sent a shiver down your spine. He just smirked, sitting up to wipe off his now sticky AND wet cheek. The two of you silently called a truce, although you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. What did he have planned? And when?
hello, artist! would you like a fried pie? i have strawberry, apple, and lemon, since i don't know what you'd prefer. you can have all three if you want as well :3
