Viva La Vida ❥ Sebastian Stan

18;; iMessage

it's been two months since they last texted. both lovers had drifted apart. valentina had been off the media now, and sebastian had been less on the media. everything was quiet. too quiet. the hopes of valbastian (as the fangirls that ship them would call it) was slowly fading. their dreams ― no, her dreams was fading away. if she hadn't been too foolish into thinking that she would date sebastian stan one day, but it would never happen now. not ever. but even though there are lost hopes, she knew she had to forgive him; it wasn't his fault after all. taking daisy's advice, she took a deep breath and began to text sebastian; hell it was scary, texting him.

❥

valentina haney:
hey sebastian. just to let you know, i
forgive you. i forgave you two months
ago, but i wasn't sure how to say it. but
here i am, just to let you know, that i 
forgive you

read 3:30pm

valentina haney:
i don't deserve your forgiveness. but
you deserve mine. if you don't want
to talk to me, then it's okay. it's okay
if you don't want to remain friends with
me. it's okay. if you don't want to be
friends with me, i understand, but please
remember that i forgave you

sebastian stan:
back off from my boyfriend, you
bitch. he clearly doesn't want you
or nor does he want to talk to you

valentina haney:
who the fuck are you?

sebastian stan:
i'm his new girlfriend. i'm much
prettier than you too, because you're
far to ugly.

valentina haney:
thank you for pointing that out,
as i have no clue what you look
like.

valentina haney:
but what i do know is that you
probably look like a bitch with
fake nails and wearing way
too much makeup, and
wearing way too showy clothes

sebastian stan:
you're just jealous that i'm dating
your man crush

valentina haney:
you're right. i am jealous that you're
dating sebastian stan. but what i do know
is that you're so fake that you make barbie
jealous

sebastian stan:
who the fuck do you think you're
talking to? i'm sabrina fucking
dawson

valentina haney:
well hi, sabrina fucking dawson. idgaf
about what you're called

sebastian stan:
you should give me more respect.
my father is a high-ranked bussinessman.
he makes one million dollar an hour

valentina haney:
now you're sounding like a twelve
year old spoilt bitch

sebastian stan:
you're just jealous that i have a rich
father and you have a poor father

valentina haney:
why, thank you for pointing out that
fact, because at least i didn't grow up
like a spoiled bitch like you

sebastian stan:
you know what, i'm done arguing
with you. i think you should get
the fuck out of sebastian stan's
and my life, because we have a
perfect and happy relationship

valentina haney:
well i'm glad that we're on the same page

sebastian stan:
fuck you

read 3:35

a/n;; to all sabrinas and people with the surnames of dawson, i do not mean to offend you in any ways. if you believe that i'm offending you, please tell me, as i never did intend to offend you. i just needed a rival/villain that would go against valentina.