This Means War

Tuesday

Sebastian Stan is a complete man child. At least that's the conclusion Ellie came to on that lovely Tuesday afternoon. There she was, sitting quietly, rereading the script in her hand without a care in the world. She had a rapid fire exchange with Mackie in the next scene and she was having trouble with a few of the middle lines. All in all it was only about a minute long exchange, dripping in sarcasm from both parties. She knew how it began. She knew how it ended. It was just the middle that she kept stumbling over.

She sighed and shook her head to try and clear her thoughts, refocusing on the words in front of her. Either she wasn't getting enough sleep, or she wasn't getting enough caffeine because her mind was in a complete fog.

"Well not all of us have wings Wilson! A thirty foot wall can slow a girl down a bit!"

"I offered to give you a lift! It's not my fault you're so stubborn!"

"Well I'm sorry, I thought 'backup is delayed' was self explanatory!"

"You're not back up if you're not there to back me up!"

"Well not everyone is equipped with pigeon wings! Some of us have to work with what we've got!"

"Yeah, ok. Master assassin stumped by a freaking wall! What kind of bargain bin discount spy are you?!"

"How about next time I shoot one of your wings off? Then we'll see who can't handle a wall, Bird Brain!"

All at once she felt something being smashed into her face, her sharp inhale of breath only serving to suck what she would later find out to be frosting up her nose.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" A voice sang out from behind her, off key and filled with maniacal laughter.

"Stan?" Ellie sighed, scraping the smashed cupcake off her face.

"What's up?"

"It's not my birthday."

"Oh... happy Tuesday to you! Happy Tuesday to you!" He amended wrapping his arm around her waist and dragging her out of the chair, dancing around merrily with her.

"That is a vile waste of cupcakes!" Ellie protested, wiggling against him petulantly.

"HAPPY TUESDAY DEAR ELLIE!" Sebastian continued sing shouting, twirling her in dizzying circles.

"What is wrong with you?!"

"HAPPY TUESDAY TO YOU!" He finally finished, depositing his now very dizzy friend on the ground and sticking a stupid party hat on her head.

"But why?" Ellie whined, plopping down on her butt to keep from falling over.

"Happy Tuesday!" He shouted happily, shoving a party blower into her mouth and dumping a bag of glittery confetti over her. This was going to be a fun mess to clean up.

There are certain moments in life people want back. Awkwardly getting rejected asking someone on a date. Forgetting to zip up your fly. Being caught dancing in your underwear when you thought you were home alone. All of high school and puberty.

At first glance, Ellie thought this was one of those moments, sitting sprawled out on the ground, stupid party hat on her head, a party blower in her mouth, cake smashed into her face while covered in glitter. All in all she looked like she was a drunken hot mess, despite being completely sober.

Upon scrolling through her Instagram later that night, she began to change her mind. Yes, she looked like an overgrown, depressed toddler, a look of empty defeat in her eyes. That was definitely something she wasn't proud to be showing the world. The caption was what began to melt her stony exterior.

Imsebastianstan: Only one person in the world can still manage to look pretty in spite of all of this. Happy Tuesday, girl! You're a legend!

Ellie rolled her eyes, unable to stop the smile spreading across her face. Of course he would still find a way to be the sweetest person alive while posting one of the most unflattering pictures of her ever taken. Sometimes he just wasn't fair.

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