#and seb stepped away from what others decided was his purpose. leaving him with nothing

[ruvviks]

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Sebastian has been searching for himself ever since he has freed himself from the shackles of Arasaka. Stripped from his identity and only just now rediscovering his own agency in life, he struggles with seeing his own worth— too used to existing solely for a purpose, and too used to relying on others' perception of him to define this purpose in the first place. He wants nothing more than to get back to himself; if there even is a self to get back to at all. SEBASTIAN VIDAL || BELONGS TO @MOJAVES.

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[sinner-as-saint]

Somebody Else

(Mob AU) Cherry!Seb x Reader

Run-through: You decide that it’s high time to tell your boyfriend about the other man in your life, because you couldn’t lie nor keep it a secret anymore. And needless to say, he doesn’t take it very well.

Themes: angst, smut, jealous!seb, fluff

a/n: for those confused, ‘cherry!seb’ is mob!seb, we just gave him a name because well, click here

You were so anxious that it was hard to breathe for a little while. 

The moment you heard his car entering the gates, you shot up from the couch and rushed down the stairs. You had been thinking about this for a while now, but tonight was the right time. You couldn’t lie anymore. And it hurt you each time you had to refrain yourself from bringing it up on the phone. 

Just as you reached the foyer, you watched Seb walk in - the notorious mob boss who was mean, and ruthless and cruel to anyone else but you. To you, he was everything you could ask for. 

He smiled the moment his eyes met yours. “Hi babygirl.” He opened his arms and engulfed you in a warm, tight bear hug. He had been away for work for days, and right now all he wanted was to be home with you. 

“Hi baby. Welcome home.” You nuzzled his neck and inhaled his absolutely delicious cologne. You pulled away to look up at him but he was busy scanning your outfit. 

He frowned for a brief moment, “Are we going somewhere?” He couldn’t help but ask because although you always looked beautiful, the little sundress you were wearing was absolutely stunning. 

You linked your arm with his as you two walked further into your home. “Nope.” You answered, and bit down on your lip as you looked up at him. 

He stopped and grabbed you by the waist to pull you closer to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled away gently, “So you got all dressed up just for me?” You nodded at his question and he chuckled, leaning in to kiss the side of your mouth again. “You know, as much as I appreciate you looking extra pretty for me, all I wanna do it get you out of this dress and-,”

“No,” You whined playfully, pulling away. “Not happening. Go freshen up, I made dinner.” You watched how his brows furrowed a little at you. 

“Okay…” His reply sounded more like a question. “Did I forget something, baby? Our anniversary is in December, your birthday is next month and we-,” 

You cut him off again, he was stressed out you could tell. “You didn’t forget anything. You’ve been working a lot lately, you’ve been away from home a lot. I just wanted to do something nice for when you get back.” You whispered, grabbing him by his face and pulling him in for a kiss. 

He moaned into the kiss and tightened his arms around you, feeling your warm body beneath the dress. “You didn’t have to do anything. You make me feel so much better just by being here with me.” He whispered, his voice deeper, as he kissed his way down your neck. His touch was very persuasive and you almost gave in but then you remembered… 

“Okay,” You giggled as you pulled away. “Don’t ruin my plans, now go shower. I’ll be waiting,” You pulled away from his embrace and he groaned as you walked away from him. You turned to face him one last time before you walked into the open kitchen, “And you better be back before I finish my first glass of wine.” You winked at him. 

He bolted. Ran upstairs as fast as he could, smiling to himself and wondering how he got so lucky. 

Seb showed up sometime later, showered and relaxed; smelling even better. You watched him enter the kitchen, his body moving slowly but confidently - dressed in nothing but just dark grey sweatpants. You bit your lip again as he walked over to you and tried to get all cozy again but you pushed him away playfully. 

Midway through dinner, he looked up at you and took your hand in his. “This is torture.” He murmured, taking a sip of wine while rubbing slow circles on the back of your hand. 

You smirked. “What, I made your favorite dinner, opened your favorite wine. How is that torture?” You knew you had to get him in the right mood before telling him all that you had to say. 

He studied your face for a while, narrowing his eyes at you. “Is there something you want? Babygirl, you know all you have to do is ask. Whatever it is, I’ll get you.” He spoke, then lifted your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. 

You tilted your head to the side. “What do you mean? I make us dinner all the time, why does this seem suspicious to you?” 

He playfully nipped at your finger. “Because I know you too well. And I know you’re up to something.” 

You pulled your hand away to pick up your fork again. “Well I’m not, now eat up.” 

Dinner was just as perfect as you wanted it to. And another glass of wine later, you and Seb found yourselves on the couch in the living room, watching a movie - barely, because Seb was having trouble keeping his hands to himself. 

Each time he slid his hand under your dress, you pushed his hand away. You purposely dodged each one of his kisses, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he snaps. But you needed to get him desperate enough to where you’d have his whole attention. 

“Babygirl,” he whined, pulling you on his lap again, “Give me a kiss, come on.” He grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back, wondering if you should just tell him now. 

You pulled away from his kiss and straddled him, he looked up at you with the same curious look he’s had all evening. “Okay,” you took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you.” 

Seb raised an eyebrow at you. “See? I knew it. I knew you were up to something.” He almost purred as he ran his hands up and down your thighs. 

You inched closer to him, and cupped his face in your hands so you had his undivided attention. “I love you, you know that, right? I will always love you, no matter what.” 

He blinked at you, nodding. 

You kept going. “And whatever happened, it was… it was so unexpected. I wouldn’t call it a mistake but I- I didn’t think it through at the moment. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less.” 

He sat up a little straighter, grabbing your hips so you don’t fall off his lap. He blinked once again. “Baby, what are you talking about?” His heart raced just a little. He had no idea where this was going. 

You sighed, and looked down at his bare chest. You brought your hand down and traced along his freckles and indents of his muscles. “Um, recently you’ve been gone a lot. And I’m fine with it really, I mean I know you work so much and how important work is for you. But I… I was so lonely and vulnerable at the time and he just-,”

Seb cut you off with a look of horror on his face. “He? Who’s ‘he’?” He looked like he was confused, angry and surprised all at once. 

“Baby, just listen, okay? It didn’t mean anything, it’s not… I wasn’t supposed to get attached but then you know, I-,”

Seb cut you off by sitting up straighter and he grabbed both your wrists and held them away from his face. “Attached? To who? You… you found somebody else?” 

You sighed, “Baby… I didn’t mean for it to happen.” 

His eyes widened. “What the hell are you talking about? Did you- do you… did you cheat on me?” His voice cracked a little by the end. 

You lowered your head in shame. “I… I met him through a friend, they know each other and he was staying with her until he found a new place. And he came along with her when I invited them for dinner the other night. You were away at that time, and I… it wasn’t supposed to but it just happened.” 

Seb repeated your words in his mind. It just happened… it just happened? 

He grabbed your thigh and pushed you to the side, gently. His movements were so slow as he got up from the couch with a frown on his face. “What… what do you mean ‘it just happened’?” He walked a few steps away, stopping by the fireplace and then turned to look at you. You sat criss-cross on the couch, lowering your face still. “Look at me!” You could hear the disbelief in his voice. 

You lifted your head up to look at him. His body flushed with the anger he was having trouble containing. He ran his fingers through his short hair, his muscles flexing as he did. 

“I’m sorry.” You murmured. 

He looked at you like the apology only drove another dagger through his heart. “You’re sorry?” He sounded defeated. “You cheat on me, and that’s all you have to say? That you’re sorry?” 

“Babe, I-,” 

He snapped. “Don’t call me that!” He took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair again as he paced in front of the fireplace. “Why.. how did- when did you…” he stopped rambling. Too many thoughts ran through his mind all at once. He was having trouble breathing, and his head was pounding - he felt like he was going to be sick. 

“When they came over for dinner that night, uh, we all had a little too much to drink and I couldn’t let them drive back home so I offered that they spend the night and leave in the morning. And that’s when I… I got to know him a little more and…” You looked at Seb and found him staring at you, his heart breaking, “and that’s when-,”

“Enough.” He looked away, hands on his waist. “So you just- why are you even telling me this right now? Why tell me at all? Because you couldn’t live with yourself, or is it… is it because you’re in love with him or something?” 

Your silence gave him the answer he needed. 

“What the fuck? You’re just gonna throw away all we had for this dude? Who the hell is he anyways? You know I’m gonna find out who he is and I’m gonna make sure it hurts when I-,”

You got up from the couch and walked over to him, placing your hands on either side of his waist. His skin was warmer than usual. “Seb please, I care about him.” 

Seb looked at you like you spoke some other language. “What bullshit is this?” His heart was beating like crazy, an unpleasant chill dancing down his spine as he felt the tips of his fingers getting numb. “You… you what? Are you-,” He stopped talking abruptly, panic showing all over his face briefly before it was replaced by burning anger. He pushed your hands away from his body. “Is he… is he here right now?” He gestured upstairs. “Are you keeping him here? Has he been here this whole time?” 

“Baby, just listen okay? He needed a place to-,”

Seb cut you off by rushing past you and rushing to the drawer where he kept a spare gun, always. You ran after him. 

“Seb, wait.” You caught up with him at the stairs. “Just wait, okay, I-,” 

He cut you off by grabbing your wrist and tugging you along as he rushed up the stairs. “So not only do you cheat on me, but you let him stay in our own home?” He sounded like he was trying so hard not to unleash the beast inside at you. “What did you think, you were gonna convince me and all three of us would live happily ever after?” 

You remained quiet, you hadn’t expected this to turn so violent so soon. 

When you reached the landing upstairs, Seb pushed you against the wall, almost growling in anger as he caged you in. “I’ll deal with you later, babygirl. But first I’m gonna deal with your little boy toy and I’m gonna make you watch as I hurt him.” He meant it, every single word. “Where is he?” he asked, his voice dropping so low that you visibly shivered. 

You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Don’t hurt him.” You murmured and his hands were shaking with all the emotions that he was having trouble dealing with all at once. 

He chuckled, darkly. You looked into his eyes and they had darkened too. “Don’t tell me what to do, babygirl. Do you really think you can protect him?” He leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from yours, “Where is he?” He asked slowly. 

There was no way for you to get out of this one. “The… guest room.” 

Seb didn’t move for a few seconds, his brain still processing all of what just happened in the span of a few minutes. His heart was breaking more and more with each passing moment. “I’m gonna burn this whole house down,” he grabbed your wrist again, tugging you further down the hallway and towards the guest room, “With him in it.” He growled the last bit. 

He gave you a piercing look as you reached the guest room. He let go of your hand and cocked his gun. He didn’t even think twice as he burst through the door, “You piece of-,” 

You heard how his voice died down into a groan. You pushed open the door even wider and took a step further in, you crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe. You giggled at the sight in front of you. 

Seb clutched his chest as he fell onto his knees on the floor, exhaling loudly and lowering his head to the floor. And in front of him was the little ball of black and white fur - your new pup, a baby Border Collie. 

Your friend was fostering him, and she brought the pup along when she came over for dinner the other night and told you about how he needed a forever home. You hadn’t thought about having a dog just yet, but when you saw this little baby that night, you knew you had to keep him. So you did, and you hadn’t told Seb about it right away. 

And well, he just found out. 

“Isn’t he handsome?” You asked, and upon hearing your voice, the little one yelped and ran over to you on its little legs. You giggled as you picked him up and walked further into the room, which was filled with everything a dog could need. You went over and knelt right in front of Seb, holding up the pup, making them both face each other. 

“Don’t burn the house down. I’m sorry I cheated on you with this handsome boy.” You teased. 

Seb finally lifted his head to look at you both. He hissed, “I think I’m having a heart attack. Or my blood pressure is really really high.” He locked his gun and tossed it to the side. “Woman, you’re killing me.” 

You rolled your eyes at Seb. “Oh stop your theatrics.” You looked down at your new dog, stroking his soft fur. “Did you really think I would cheat on you?” When you looked back up at your boyfriend, he was looking down at the dog. 

“You scared me for a moment. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t think, I just...” He groaned. “You really know how to mess with me, don’t you?” 

You giggled, and he threw you a dirty look before picking up the pup from your arms to inspect it better. “So this little guy kept you company while I was gone?” The little one yelped and started licking Seb’s chin eagerly. “I think I’ll forgive him, good thing he’s cute.” 

You watched them both, smiling like crazy. “I named him Kenny.” 

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You then spent the next hour explaining how you got the dog and hung out with your new pet, until Kenny fell asleep. And while you stepped out of the room, Seb grabbed you and pushed you against the wall again, just outside the guest room. 

“I hope you know that had there been a guy in there, I would shoot him first and ask questions later.” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours. 

You smiled into the kiss, giggling when he bit down on your lip. “You crazy man,” You pulled away to look into his eyes. “I love you, I wouldn’t do that to you, to us.” 

“Hmm,” he leaned in to kiss your neck. “Don’t you dare leave me.” He mumbled against your skin. “I mean it.” 

“Else you’re gonna burn this house down?” You teased him for his dramatic threat earlier. 

He groaned, pinching your butt and making you squeal. “Or I’m gonna burn this whole city to the ground,” he corrected you, “And everyone in it.” He added, making you chuckle as you pulled him in for another kiss. 

Seb had gotten rid of your dress before you even made it to your bedroom. 

You laughed as you made him chase you around the room, and he groaned each time he missed you. “Come here, you little-,” He finally caught you and pinned you down on the bed, straddling you and gripping your wrists in his hands as he leaned down to kiss you. “You better make up for almost giving me a stroke, babygirl.” He murmured. 

You gasped as he bit down on your neck, kissing and licking along your throat. “And you better make up for being away so much.” You sassed. 

He chuckled. “Well then, we both have a lot to make up for it seems.” 

Seb placed his mouth on top of yours to swallow your whimpers and moans as he pushed his cock into you. He groaned as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head and watched you grimace in pleasure and pain as his cock stretched you out. He watched you in awe as your lips parted and you moaned his name once he filled you up nicely. 

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force. 

He groaned at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him. You heard him swear and felt him bite down on your lip as he sped up into you. He tugged on your lips and he started moving his hips; rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his speed. Your back arched off the surface of the bed again and your chest pressed to his.  

He moaned into your ear. “You’re mine.” 

“Baby…” You were a moaning mess under him in no time. There was something about the way he kissed you, deeply and passionately; as though he was scared you might just get away from him.

He worshipped your body. He mumbled how good you felt in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He kissed you roughly as he pounded into you; fingers wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure. 

He pressed his forehead on yours; looking down to where your bodies connected so intimately. Then he pulled away to look into your eyes with that animalistic, primal and fiery look in his eyes. His lips parted as he panted while he fucked you like he owned you.

“You missed me, didn’t you, babygirl?” 

You nodded, whining in pleasure. He smirked. His hand left your neck and slid in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your clit, earning a loud moan out of you.

“Say it, baby. Tell me how much you missed my cock buried deep inside you…” 

You couldn’t talk as the pressure in between your legs became too much to handle, and you craved for release. 

He cooed, “Missed me so much it had you acting up. Scheming for ways to torture me for being away from you for so long…” a dark chuckle followed his words, “For not being here to fuck this greedy little cunt, huh?”

He noticed that you were too much in a haze to respond. So he just slipped his tongue back into your mouth and took your bottom lip between his teeth again.

“Come on, cum for me babygirl…,” he swore as he felt you clench around him perfectly. You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering under him as he finished right after you; kissing your swollen lips deeply as he came.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. And you cradled his head; panting as well. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as he calmed his racing heart. “I’ve missed you so much.” You mumbled. 

A few moments later, he shifted all his weight right on top of you making you laugh as you tried to scoot out from under him. 

He groaned and pulled you closer. “Come here.” He pressed you against his body and wrapped his arms around. “I love you. So much. Don’t you ever leave me.” 

You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. “Never happening. You’re my one and only.”

[idy-ll-ique]

His Lovely Girl.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Requested: nope

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: Sebastian spoils her all the time. What has she ever done for him? When someone leaves a rude comment under her Instagram post, she can't help but rethink her entire relationship with the handsome actor.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! We're back to Marvel lol, enjoy!

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"I'll see you later, dove, have fun!" Y/N grinned when her boyfriend leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Bye, Seb, I'll miss you," she whispered and he looked down at her, his heart swelling in his chest, full of appreciation for her. He loved her so much. "I'll miss you too, Y/N, but I'll only be gone for around 6 hours." Y/N pouted and he couldn't help it.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "I know. Go now, I don't want to be the reason you're late." He laughed heartily when she pushed him away with a smile. "Oh, doll, everyone knows about us, they'll know anyway." With that, he waved at her and left the apartment they shared. Y/N had moved in with him 2 years into dating.

Sebastian Stan; let's just say, he was a busy man. Y/N sighed and got up from the bed, feeling hungry. They had started dating 4 years ago, and what years those were; the most blissful ones in both their lives. They loved each other to death, and they knew that. Y/N waddled into the kitchen and looked around the various cabinets, finding a box of Mac and Cheese.

It was a funny story, actually, how they met. Y/N, at the time, was working as a barista at Starbucks. One day, Sebastian had walked into the Starbucks where she worked, and she was the one who took his order. He was extremely polite, funny and a bit awkward and just like that, she fell in love with him all over again. Y/N was a Marvel geek and Sebastian had noticed.

"I really like your hoodie, doll, where'd you get it?" he had asked her after telling her his order. And she had looked down, seeing the custom-made hoodie she wore. It was black in colour, but one of the sleeves was silver and had a red star on the bicep, just like his arm from the movie Captain America: Winter Soldier.

Bucky's trigger words were printed on the front of the hoodie. She had blushed furiously, simultaneously cursing and thanking her fate and coincidence. "I had it custom made," she had told him at the time and he had grinned so wide he thought his mouth would tear open. That was the moment where he, too, realized that he was getting a crush on the pretty barista.

And he hadn't hesitated to ask her for her number. He had taken a tissue paper, scribbled his number down and had written what's yours? ;) underneath. When he went to pay for his coffee, he purposely made sure that he wasn't giving her any change. With his notes, he slid her the tissue and she took it, giving him a confused look.

When she read it, her breath hitched. While pulling out his change, she had discreetly written her number down on the tissue, saved his on her phone and had given the tissue back to him with the coins. Both of them had grinned widely at each other when he left. While walking home, he had taken out the tissue and had seen her number written neatly under his. And his heart raced, Y/N is worth it.

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*@yn_yln posted a photo*

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yn_yln Mac and Cheese, anyone? :D

Y/N smiled and logged out of her Instagram account after posting the photo. She just couldn't resist; she looked good that day, one of those days where she felt confident enough to post a picture. She kept her phone away and sauntered into the sitting room to watch something on the television. An hour passed before she yawned, feeling tired.

2:05 pm, her watch displayed. Well, there's no harm in an afternoon nap, am I right? Sebastian wasn't home anyway, and it's not like she had anything to do. Grabbing her phone off the dining table, she walked into hers and Sebastian's shared bedroom, plopping down on the bed. She decided to check her Instagram before falling asleep and opened the said app.

She went through the page that displayed all the likes and comments, pausing at one comment. Her heart dropped as she clicked on the comment, her entire being filling with an uneasy feeling. You're only dating him for the money, admit it. Until then, she had never even thought… about that. Throwing her phone to the side she sat up, breathing heavily.

Y/N was currently jobless. After they started going out, she continued working at Starbucks until last year; Sebastian had suggested that she leave the job and work somewhere better, earn a higher salary. Y/N had discarded the idea at first, since the job paid enough for her to go about her daily things and where would she even find another job?

Starbucks was okay. But Sebastian wouldn't hear it. So she left the job, now jobless. She had applied to a few places but hadn't received any news as of yet. They're right. I'm living off of him. I don't even have a job. What does it look like? A broke woman dating a rich, handsome guy? Oh my God, am I leeching off his hard work? All those thoughts rushed through her head in a span of a few seconds.

The more she thought about it, the more she teared up. Blinking the tears away, she lay back down and curled up under the comfortable blankets. His blankets. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to fall asleep but the tears were proving it to be difficult. Fortunately, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber 15 minutes later.

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"Baby, I'm home!"

Silence. Sebastian frowned, carefully walking into the house. "Y/N?" he called out but there was no answer. Keeping the bag he was holding away, he walked further into the apartment, stopping at the doorway of their bedroom. "Aw," he whispered under his breath, smiling, stepping into the bedroom. He gently sat next to his sleeping girlfriend.

His knuckles traced her cheeks but he froze. Why is she so cold? His soft touch was enough to wake her up, because she stirred and blinked up at him. "Seb, hi, welcome back." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Did you fall sick?" he asked worriedly as she sat up, distancing herself from him. "I'm not sick," she muttered but Sebastian wouldn't buy it.

He reached out to cup her cheek, feeling like he had been stabbed multiple times when she leaned away from his touch. "Y/N?" She shook her head and looked out of the window, bringing her knees to her chest. "Just wanna be alone right now." She didn't want to send him away. She wanted to sit in his lap, listen to him rambling about his day…

But she also didn't want to be near him. Do I even deserve him? "What happened?" he insisted, his eyes going wide when she glared at him. "Go. Away." He scrambled off the bed without another word, softly closing the door behind him as he walked into the sitting room, running a hand through his hair. He sat down on the couch and looked around.

What happened in those 6 hours that he was away? Sebastian knew she wasn't on her cycle, it still had another week to come. So it wasn't mood swings. His eyes landed on the empty bowl of Mac and Cheese sitting on the dining table but they skimmed right past it, not knowing that that bowl was the reason for Y/N's sadness. Then he stared at the designer handbag on the opposite couch.

Picking up the bag, he strode back to their room, knocking on the door. Maybe seeing a pretty purse would lighten her mood? "What?" Y/N called out from inside and he opened the door, holding the purse up. "I brought you a gift." Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest and tears glistened in her eyes anew as she stared at the bag with utmost resentment.

"I don't want it."

Sebastian went rigid. She never rejects my gifts. "Y/N—" She started shaking her head. "No. Return it. I'm not taking it. I don't want it," she repeated, her glare now directed at him. "But doll…" he tried, freezing when her jaw clenched. "Get out." Disheartened, he walked out once more, more confused than anything. Now I have to know what happened.

Inside the room, Y/N sobbed silently. The bag was so pretty, her favorite color, the sleek design… she wanted to keep it so bad, but she knew she wasn't worthy of it. Sebastian brought her gifts all the time. Most of them expensive as shit; he had the money to blow off. What had she done for him? Nothing, really. He spoiled her heartily, never once allowing her to do the same.

"You're mine, baby girl, mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to spoil."

She was definitely leeching off him. Outside the room, Sebastian took out his phone and texted Y/F/N, who was Y/N's closest friend. They rarely spoke, but Y/N told Y/F/N everything and he knew she'd have answers.

hey, do you know what's up with y/n

why what happened

she's in a really bad mood

she's angry at me and I brought her a gift but she won't take it

she usually loves them but today…

OH WAIT

I know what happened

she texted me in the afternoon

something about a comment on Instagram or something

ig that's why she's in a bad mood

oh

thanks

I'll check it out

He ended the conversation and opened Instagram, seeing a new post from his dear girlfriend. Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he liked the photo, commenting a heart emoji. There were only around 22 comments on the post, so he decided to go through them. Which comment had triggered her? He found it instantly and his nostrils flared.

Replying to the fairly rude comment, he typed, how about you fuck off and mind your own damn business? If you don't like her, unfollow and leave. There's literally nothing else you need to do. After hitting send, he kept his phone away and, determination shining in his eyes, ran back to the bedroom.

He threw open the door and a sob escaped the lips of the startled woman. He started taking off the annoying clothes he was wearing until he was just in his boxers, sliding into the bed next to her. She attempted to push him away but the strong man didn't budge, holding her on his lap as she thrashed. Soon, she gave up the fight and melted against him, crying her eyes out.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again and again, her breath hitching. "Hush, baby, it's okay, I'm not mad," he whispered, rubbing her back, helping her calm down. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms tight around him. "Tell me the truth. What happened?" he asked even though he knew the answer. Tiredly, Y/N narrated everything; from the comment to all her insecurities.

Sebastian gently cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears off. "Y/N, you're mine. I love taking care of you, I love spoiling you, and I don't do it because I expect something in return, I do it because I love you. Don't listen to strangers on the internet, what better work do they have? Nothing but lowlifes. You don't have to do anything for me. I don't want you to do anything for me."

"But Seb…"

"No. No, you're my girlfriend and only the best for my girl. I love all the gifts you get me. I cherish them wholeheartedly. Just you being my girl is a gift better than anything else in the world, to be honest. But I'm going to continue looking after you whether you like it or not. You don't even have to go to work, I'm here for you. I love you." Y/N teared up again.

They were happy tears.

"I love you so much," she cried weakly and Sebastian pulled her to him, cradling her head, breathing her in. "I love you too, doll. Now will you take my gift, please?" She nodded against him and he gently lowered her on the bed, going outside to get the bag. Once back in their room he handed the bag to her, smiling at the way her eager hands reached up to accept the gift.

As he watched her admiring the bag, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, till death do them part.

His girl, his lovely girl.

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[softsebnbuckystan]

Sugar & Spice - 3.

Warning : some smut is featured in this part. 

Y/n’s pov

“So you told him to come here ?”

“Yes, as I already told you multiple times,” Scarlett said.

“Yeah, well, I don’t see how that was a good idea.”

“Calm down, y/n. I have to go get something back on set so I’ll have to leave you here.”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you ?”

Scarlett grabbed her purse and grabbed the door handle. She looked at me over her shoulder with a playful smile. “Well, that’s a possibility.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me !”

When Scarlett finally leaves the room, I end up all alone and well, I feel terribly lonely. What am I going to do ? I don’t even know what happened last night. I saw a love bite on my collarbone, though, so I can’t keep forgetting much longer. Did Sebastian and I… Did we sleep together ? I most certainly hope not. I try to keep myself busy in order not to go completely crazy. My eyes fall on the mini-bar : perfect. I sigh and grab an individual bottle of translucent liquid. Wow, hotels give vodka now ? Works for me. It’s so small that I chug it down in two sips. The first, faint feeling of lightness kicks in and I feel a tiny bit more relaxed. When someone knocks on the door, I totally freeze. It’s him. Okay, I’ve got this. I can…fuck, I can’t handle this. I button up my shirt so the love bite is hidden and I try to smile as I open the door. I fail, apparently, because Seb gives me a weird look.

“Are you okay ?”

“Yeah, just…a little bit hungover but I’m fine.” I clear my throat and realise he’s still standing in the hallway. “Hum, right, so… here, get in.” I step aside and close the door behind him. I watch as he walks up to the couch.

“You left this in my room this morning so I- eh… I’m bringing it back.”

“Oh, right. Hum, thanks.” I grab my phone and mentally beat myself up for my stiff and awkward tone. I mean, c’mon, it’s Seb ! He’s the sweetest guy ever and he’d never say anything embarrassing to me, even if I deserved it. I try to look at his eyes. They’re so expressive, it’s actually insane. Maybe they’ll tell me if something happened ? Because if I actually have to ask… I probably won’t survive the embarrassment. We’re sitting next to each other now and it’s like neither of us can look away from the other. His eyes, man… I could easily get lost in those if I’m not careful. I shake my head a little and let out a nervous laugh.

“About last night…”

I open my eyes wide. Oh no, what’s he gonna say ? Please tell me I puked in your bed or something. Anything but what I’m thinking about.

“I’m sorry.”

I raise an eyebrow in surprise. “What ? What are you sorry for ?”

“For that.” He nods towards my neck. Shit, there’s a love bite in my neck ? How didn’t I see this one ?

“So something happened.” I run a hand through my hair and look at my feet. What have I done ?

“I stopped it soon enough.” He makes a move to grab my hand, I think, but his fingers stop in midair before falling down slowly on his knee. I can’t figure out why, but this breaks my heart in two. “I’m sorry I kissed you.” Never mind : this hurts more.

“Don’t be sorry. I- I should be the one apologising right now, right ?” I give him a weak smile. “Maybe you shouldn’t be around me when I’m drunk anymore. It’s always bad news.”

“You know I don’t think of what we did as bad news.” He sighs and I’m pretty sure he’s hurting. I wish I could give him what he wants but I’m sure it would be worse if we actually went through with this.

“You know it is.”

“That’s your opinion.” He looks at me and his eyes are so compelling that I just can’t look away. God, this just feels like that summer day in L.A. He leans in, still staring at me. His eyelids are slightly down, reducing the size of his beautiful eyes. I notice there’s a little bit of red left in their white part. I hate myself for doing this to him. His fingers brush my cheek and I allow myself to close my eyes for a second, trying to resist the side of his appealing lips.

July 4, L.A.

“Is everyone asleep ?”

“I think so,” Seb answered as he handed me a beer. “Pretty sure I heard Chris snoring.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. The water around me moved as I did so and Sebastian got back in the hot tub. He was sitting right across me and his eyes just couldn’t leave mine. I loved the way he always looked at my eyes. I mean, sure, he checked out my breasts a couple times but right there, in a hot tub, he was staring at my eyes even though I was in full bikini mode. I broke eye contact and took a sip of my drink.

I’m usually tipsy in those situations. It’s…easier. Because then I can blame it on the alcohol, right ? This way I don’t have to admit Sebastian makes me feel good. Ever since those rumours started spreading, he was there for me and…it felt good, opening up to someone else than Scarlett. But I can’t act on how I feel. I’d crush him, just like I crushed my ex. I mean, I know why he broke up with me. I know I have a serious problem with alcohol but… No one else knows. Every one believes it’s normal so it’s all good. I still have time to fix it. But until I do that… No Seb for me.

Sebastian extended his arm and put his bottle on the floor. He then proceeded to get closer, slowly, and took my bottle out of my hand. He put in on the ground as well and sat next to me. We were close enough so that our shoulders were touching. I looked the other way as he laid a soft kiss on my wet shoulder. I shivered from the sensation.

“So you like this ?”

“You know I do… So stop it.”

I smiled at him and laughed a little. I couldn’t help it, okay ? But when he smiled like that, I just couldn’t resist him. I was bad news for him. How could he not realise that ?

He kissed my collarbone and placed a hand on my leg. His fingers moved from my knees to the lace of my bikini. He slightly tickled my hips as he turned me over and brought me to his lap. I sat on him and I could already feel he was hard underneath me. Shit. There was no going back now, was it ? But then, who was I kidding ? I wanted this. I wanted it so hard. I let him slowly untie the strings of my bikini bottoms and I let him throw them on the ground. His hand went back to my face and he looked me in the eyes again.

“Do I have… I mean are you…sober enough to agree to this ?”

He really was the nicest man on earth. And I was about to screw him up. I nodded and he kissed me softly at first and then in a more passionate way. It was fierce, hot, and it felt like nothing I had experienced before. As his fingers slowly slid into me, I moaned against his mouth, causing him to smile and kiss me with even more vehemence. My arms, wrapped around his neck, were helping me sit still but the movement of his own arm in the water still made me move against his hand, intensifying the feeling. As my moaning grew louder, I hid my face in his neck and grabbed his hair. I marked his neck as I pleased, too busy feeling good to worry about the noise we might be making.

“I’m really close,” I whispered in his ear. “Want me to…”

His movement brutally stopped and he turned his head the other way.

“Someone’s coming.”

He removed his fingers and I sat back in my original spot extremely quickly. My face was probably bright red now and my wet hair were a complete mess. I couldn’t find my bottoms anywhere.

“Are you guys okay ?”

It was Chris’s voice. Sebastian seemed too out of breath to speak and I decided to hold up to the situation, I guess. I looked over my shoulder and gave him an absolutely innocent smile.

“Yeah, why ?”

“I don’t know, I thought I heard crying.”

I tried not to laugh.

“Oh well, Sebastian was just telling me about that time he fell while doing a stunt so that was probably my laugh.” I shrugged and frowned a little. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“Oh, it’s uh…” I noticed his gaze was on the floor and followed it and…shit. Well, he definitely guessed what we were up to as his eyes went back and forth between me, Seb, and the piece of clothing on the ground. “Sorry, I’ll just…go back to my room and, hum…leave you guys.”

As soon as Chris left, I buried my face in my hands and took a deep breath in. I leaned over the edge of the bathtub and got back my bikini. I shamefully put it on before Sebastian moved closer to me again.

“That was close.” His smile was back on his face and even if I wanted to go back to what we were doing, I knew I couldn’t. Thank God Chris had stopped us.

“Yeah, uh, well, I’m kinda tired so I’m gonna go to bed, now. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I got up so quickly that my head felt dizzy for a second. I quickly came back to my senses and got out of there and walked straight to the staircase.

“Y/n, wait ! Shouldn’t we…talk about-”

“Good night, Seb.”

[loove-persevering]

Jealous  (Sebastian Stan Imagine)

Request: Can you write one with seb or Chris with yn where they used to be fwb but he starts to see someone so they stop and she doesn’t keep in touch with him and maybe at a friends party at a bar he sees her working there or with her new bf and he gets jealous and maybe starts a fight with the new guy

Warning: Little mention of sexual harassment might be triggering, (Please don’t read if it will cause any triggering effects to you!) Swearing.

Hi Thanks for sending this in I had fun with it!

    Flashback

 You watch Sebastian slip his pants back on, buttoning them up before looking around for his shirt. You watch the muscles in his back as he bends down peaking under the bed. You hated to admit it but you had fallen hard for Sebastian, this thing you had it started out being casual just sex that was it. But after a while you began to develop more than just the urge from touch from him, you developed a need to hear about his day, to want him to be the one to hold you as you fell asleep. 

 You were grateful for the time you had with him, you thought maybe he would eventually see it as more like you did. After a few months of just casual sex you noticed that he was the first person you wanted to call when you had a bad day, the first person you wanted to tell when you had a good day even. He was the one you wanted to wake up to each morning, even if a majority of the time you would wake up and he’d already be gone. 

 ‘’Come back to bed,’’ You say glancing at him leaning up wrapping the covers around your bare body. ‘’You don’t have to go yet, I can order some food and we could-’’ you begin to say. 

 ‘’Y/N, this has to be the last time,’’ He says taking you by surprise. 

‘‘What?’‘ You say feeling your heart stammer. 

‘‘I can’t do this anymore Y/N,’‘ He says again finally finding his shirt, he quickly puts it over his body now sitting down at the edge of the bed putting his shoes on, ‘‘I met someone,’‘ He says. 

 You felt your chest tighten, ‘’Oh yeah, sure!’’ You voice sounded unsteady and you could feel your tears building up but refusing to let them fall. 

 ‘’It just might go somewhere and I don’t want things to get complicated-’’ He explains. You look down at the sheets covering your bare body and wonder to yourself how was this already not complicated. ‘’I gotta go,’’ He says glancing at you giving you a smile that you mirror back forcefully not wanting him to see that this actually hurt you more than he could ever know. 

 ‘’Yeah, I’ll see you around,’’ He nods his head at you and then makes his way out the door shutting it as he went. You watch the door hoping that if you waited a few seconds he would come back. When the door didn’t open after a few minutes you bring your hand up to your mouth as you choke out a sob. One that you had been holding since the words slipped out of his mouth. You press your hand against your mouth hoping it would soften your cries but it didn’t. You lay on your back rolling over seeing the vacant spot where he just was and your clutch the pillow holding it to your face letting all the pain out that you could. 

End Of Flashback

 You were at the club with another man trying to see if you felt anything at all toward him. You watch him as he takes a sip of his drink, he was nice looking enough but he couldn’t compare to the man you had in mind, nobody could. It seemed like this was a constant thing trying to find new men to fill that void he had left but nobody ever lived up, they weren’t him. You both just sit at the bar taking sips of your drinks, he wasn’t that much of a smooth talker at least not that you could conclude. He glances over at you smiling and you give him an awkward one back raising your glass in the air before downing the rest of it, needing the alcohol if you were gonna make it through the rest of the night.

 You look around the club just people watching when you notice him, his hair was shorter and he blue blazer complimented his freshly tan skin. You felt as if your heart had fallen out on the floor when you got a glimpse of him, you were in a state of shock thinking about how the last time he had seen so casual and distant. Where was the girl he met? 

 You try and not stare at him, you didn’t want to make it too obvious that he had taken you by surprise. After a while of taking quick peeks here and there his eyes finally meet yours, you felt a sense of panic wash over you as you saw his blue eyes once again this time feeling like strangers. You do the first thing you could think of, you smile at him politely and then turn around to your date and grab his collar slamming your lips to his. You felt his hands immediately wrap around your ass clutching it tightly, you felt disgusted by his touch. When you pull back you watch the man wipe his lips and you turn around back to see if Sebastian had saw. When you looked back at the last spot you saw him he was gone, much to your disappointment. 

 ‘’Let’s dance,’’ You hear your date say. You glance back to him shaking your head no, he obviously didn’t get the hint. He puts his hands on your waist pushing you toward the dance floor. 

 You walk trying to slow your steps, ‘’I really just wanna sit down,’’ You say turning around to him. 

 ‘’Come on, one dance.’’ He says looking at you up and down biting his lip. You debate for a moment and decide to give him one dance, after that you’d make up an excuse to leave and never see him again. 

 You are only about a minute into the song when you notice how close he was getting to you pressing his body against yours making you feel uncomfortable. Your shocked when he puts his hand on your waist again pulling you back against him his lips touching your neck. ‘’Hey,’’ You say warning him trying to pull out of his grip. 

 ‘’Come on, you can’t kiss me like that and then not expect me to want some more,’’ You look at him in horror and disgust at his words. ‘’Just have fun’’ He says once you’ve turned around. He tries to make a step toward you and you take one back trying to get away from him. He laughs as if he thought you were just being playful, but really you were beyond uncomfortable. All of a sudden you see someone swing their fist right into the guys jaw, probably knocking him out cold. 

‘‘Fuck!’‘ Sebastian screams in pain clutching his fist. 

‘‘Sebastian!’’ You say and he looks over at you, you look down to see your now ex date sit up clutching his jaw. When he looks up you see the flash of anger in his eyes as he looks at Sebastian. I grab his hand quickly pulling him through the crowd of people and out to the front, thankfully there were cabs pulled up outside the club and I quickly pull him in one telling the driver my address. ‘’Why would you do that?’’ You ask breathlessly.

‘‘Come on Y/N, he was a sleaze you looked disgusted when he even tried to pull you on the dance floor,’‘ He says rolling his eyes still cradling his fist. ‘‘Why were you out with a guy like that anyway? He looked like a frat boy.’‘ He says. 

‘‘Fuck you,’‘ You say to him, ‘‘You don’t get to say shit to be Sebastian.’‘ You say crossing your arms over your chest slumping down into the backseat further. 

 ‘’What the?’’ He says looking over at you. 

‘‘You left me you don’t get a say about anything in my life.’‘ You say to him sternly. 

He sighs looking out the window, ‘’Y/N there was no other woman,’’ He says sounding defeated, ‘’I mean I thought there was but she wasn’t you’’ He says and you snap your head up looking at him.

‘‘What?’‘ You say in disbelief. 

‘‘I tried to move on, I tried finding someone else. I didn’t want that for you just sex and nothing else and I knew you wanted more too.’‘ He pauses, ‘‘You caught feeling and so did I and that kind of thing get’s messy with our arrangement.’’ 

 You look at him shocked, ‘’So you lied?’’ You ask him.

 ‘’It wasn’t that big of a lie,’’ He explains, ‘’The biggest one was telling myself I wasn’t falling in love with you,’’ He says looking at you with his doughy eyes and you could’ve melted right then at the sight of it. 

 ‘’You loved me?’’ You ask him purposely putting it into past tense seeing if he would correct you. 

 ‘’I still love you Y/N’’ He says assuring you, ‘’Let me take you home,’’ He says pleadingly. He probably wouldn’t have even had to ask as you lean over pressing yourself up against him kissing him urgently, it felt like his lips had been missing from yours for too long and now you were never going to go without kissing him again. 

Hey! Changed it Up a little hoped you still enjoyed!:)

[ladyshandioftheendless]

Shandi’s Tales from Sphynxia 15!

Things are starting to get very interesting now~ Let’s see how our Lion Boi deals~ >3 @misslivvie This is for you~ Get well soon, friend!! <3

~Shandi

Bomani just can’t seem to focus with Seb around, and this starts to concern Vinneketh.

THE WARRIOR’S PATH Part 4

The moment Seb and Rae arrived everything shifted. Bomani felt it in his bones..as well as..other places. One look into Seb’s eyes and his brain had completely called it quits. He quietly excused himself after introductions were made and hurried back to his chambers. While everyone else looked concerned (with the exception of Rae), Seb just smirked. 

Bomani closed his door and heaved a heavy sigh. “Gods..if you are testing me please give me the strength to endure it..” He looked over at his altar. He hadn’t spoken to Sekhmet in a while. Maybe it was time again. He sat on the floor and closed his eyes. “Mighty Warrior Goddess..I call upon you once more. I am in need of your guidance..” Again he was taken to his desert, with Sekhmet sitting next to him in her Lioness form.  “My cub~ You return.” 

“Y-yes, my Goddess. I must speak with you.” 

“You have discovered the first stepping stone very well. Are you troubled in your search for the next?” 

“I..am not certain. I know I can find it..I only fear that Masika’s friends will be trouble.” 

“Do you trust your brother?”

“Of course. He gave his word that he would take responsibility for them. I just..” 

Sekhmet tilted her head. “Then the trouble you speak of is in your heart. I sense it. One has stoked a flame of desire in you.” Bomani buried his face in his hands. He had no idea why he felt so embarrassed. His Goddess would never make light of such things. But still.. “I-it’s true..yes..” She nuzzled his shoulder with her head. “Do not be ashamed, my cub. You are human. All humans eventually crave the companionship of another. Do not shy away from your emotions. Just take events at a slower pace so past mistakes will not be repeated. If you are feeling desire again then perhaps your heart is ready. You have not strayed. Keep your pride, Warrior~” Bomani wrapped his arms around her neck. “I knew I made the right decision by coming to you. Thank you, my Goddess~” 

“Any time you have need of me, I will be here~” 

Bomani awoke with a smile on his face. Sekhmet was right as always. Maybe he was finally ready to try again. 

The next day Bomani decided to join the others at Dalila’s Oasis for lunch again. He wasn’t going to deal with this issue by avoiding it. As he walked outside he could hear splashing and laughter. It was a particularly hot day. It made sense that they’d want to spend time in the Lotus Pool. What he didn’t expect was seeing them all completely naked. He froze at the Oasis entrance with his eyes comically wide, feeling his heart take a gigantic leap right into his throat. While the others were in the pool, Seb sat on the edge combing out his wet hair with his fingers, giving Bomani a perfect view of his beautiful back and the curves of his ass.

Complete Shut Down

He couldn’t. He absolutely could not. If he went out there right now he’d make an absolute fool of himself. “Hey Bomani!” Masika yelled, waving enthusiastically. Because having attention being called to him was exactly what he wanted.. “Don’t just stand there! Come out here and join us!” When Seb turned to look at him that was the last straw. He merely shook his head, backed away and made a break for it. Masika was completely baffled. They’d gone swimming like this countless times. He couldn’t have been embarrassed. “Did I..say something wrong..?” Vinneketh lifted himself out of the pool and went to grab a towel from the table. “That was indeed unusual behavior for him. I will go and check on him.” Seb watched him leave with a smirk on his face. Rae noticed and raised an eyebrow. “You doing this on purpose aren’t you?” 

“Guilty as charged~” 

“Why?” 

“You catch the best fish with the most tempting lure~” 

Rae rolled his eyes. “Here we go again..” 

“Oh be quiet. You won’t be complaining once we’re away with the goods.” 

Vinneketh peeked inside Bomani’s chambers, seeing him laying face down on his bed. He went inside and sat on the edge, placing a hand on his back. “Please talk to me, Bomani. Tell me what troubles you.”

“I’m sorry..” Bomani’s voice was muffled by his pillow. “It’s not any of you. I just can’t..deal with Masika’s friends right now..” Heavy waves of emotion instantly reverberated straight into Vinneketh’s body. “Oh, I see..Seb is quite the unrelenting tease is he not?” Bomani turned to stare at him. “How did you..?”

“I think you sometimes forget how powerful your emotions are~”

“Please..don’t tell the others. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Nothing will go any further than this room.” 

He could trust Vinneketh. He always could. He turned himself around and sat up, pulling his knees to his chest. “He’s beautiful and he’s driving me insane. Every look he gives me. Every smile. I tense up. I can’t think. I’m supposed to be strong..but he shatters my will every time.” 

“Even knowing what he does?” 

“I hadn’t thought about it..but now that you’ve brought it up..” 

“Of course I see nothing wrong with you wanting to connect with someone. If you do I would be happy for you~ I only want you to be careful. You do not know much about him. You should at least try to communicate with him more first.” Bomani growled in frustration. “That’s just it! I can’t! Sekhmet said the same things you are saying to me now when I spoke to her. I want to try..but I..” Vinneketh took his hands and squeezed them. “You can~ I know you well enough to know you never back down from any physical challenge. An emotional one is different, yes but still winnable. If you are finding it difficult speak to Seb directly speak to Masika instead. Perhaps he can give you better insight to make your approach easier~” 

“A-alright. Yes. I’ll do that. Thank you..I mean it~” He smiled and hugged Vinneketh tightly. “I have faith in you. I know you can win~” 

“I hope I can. I will go and speak to Masika in the morning.” 

To be Continued!!

[jpat82]

Hotel Room

@the-wayward-robot ask for Seb with angst to fluff, numbers 21, 11, 19 And 31

21.) one universe, eight planets, seven seas, seven continents, eight hundred and nine islands, two hundred and four countries, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you.

11.) Yes I walked away mid conversation, you were boring me to death and my survival instincts kicked in.

19.) love is the emotion of fools, there to cloud your mind from destiny, from achieving greatness! - dude you are so hopelessly in love. - I know I'm totally screwed.

31.) But Why? Why would you love me? - because you bug me, you weirdo.

The-wayward-robot

Seb angst to fluff

     You grumbled pulling your suitcase off the conveyor belt, grabbing his royal pain in your butts along with it. When your boss said that he had a client for you, you were more then excited. It was your first job as a PA, and more then ready to get your feet wet. The guys publicist had called asking for a PA and you were the only one who currently wasn't working for anyone, so against you bosses better judgments threw you to the wolves. Normally he would of chosen someone with a bit more experience for a high profile, up and coming actor but you were the only available.

     That was a year ago, and in that year you had impressed your boss. Not only being able to handle the stress of being under the spot light, because someone was always running around be a giant goofball. Dealing with tense situations, usually because that same someone wouldn't listen to you and would get his fans riled up. Negotiate when needed, mainly when his friend was with him at conventions or interviews and you had to get him from point a to point b.

     There were days you strongly envisioned chloroforming the actor known as Sebastian Stan. He drove you absolutely crazy, if it wasn’t one thing it was another, and truth be told if weren't for the fact that there were absolutely no other people looking for a PA who had only worked with one person you would of quit months ago. Yet here you were, dragging his luggage, which by the way seemed to get heavier every single time, down to where the cars had lined up.

    He stood there waiting, ball cap pulled over his head, dark sunglasses on and a phone in his hands. It was only 10 am and already you wanted to to slap him. You finished dragging the suit case over to him and he looked up for a brief a moment, flashing you a smile.

    "I was beginning to wonder where you were." He smirked, opening the trunk of the cab, easily lifting his suit case and tossing it in before doing the same as yours.

    "Oh, I decided to take the scenic route." You snarked back at him, earning a grin from him. You weren’t sure if he did this because he genuinely didn't realize he could piss you off a the drop of a hat or he did know and wanted to irritate you further.

     "Any nice scenery?" He winked before shutting the trunk and walking to the other side. Maybe chloroform wouldn't be strong enough. You climbed in the cab, pulling your phone out and telling the drive what hotel the two you would be staying at. Sebastian sat next to you flipping through his phone again, you scrolled through his itinerary.

“You have an interview at one, followed by a photo shoot.” You said matter of factory not looking up from your phone. He groaned over dramatically, tilting his head back.

“Do I have to?” He asked, tilting his head looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You closed your phone, taking a deep breath before looking over at him.

“Stan, we’ve been through this. Yes, you have to, you’ve already agreed to it and if you cancel your publicist is going to strangle me, not you, and chew my butt out like the one time.” You replied, he rolled his eyes at your comment. “And as much fun as that was, I’d really like not to repeat it.”

“Fine but afterward, pizza.” He smirked, you were just about to open your phone when he said that causing you to snap your head back at him.

“No pizza, your trainer will kill me again. He told me under no circumstance are you to deviate from your current diet.” You reminded him, beginning to feel like a babysitter to oversized child again. “And out of all the people that I have to listen to when it comes to managing your life, he is the one I fear.”

“Oh, you fear him and not my manager?” Sebastian chuckled.

“No, your manager didn’t put me through two hours of hell, squats, lunges, treadmill, and leg presses are not on my list of things to do, ever, and I’d like to keep it that way.” You retorted as the cab pulled up to the hotel.

“That was fun.” He grinned as he exited the cab.

“Yeah, as fun as watching paint dry.” You remarked under your breath, you let him grab the bags this time as you walked into the hotel.

At least the perks of being PA allowed you to stay in nice hotels. This one was just like any other fancy hotel, white marbled floor, gold accents on mahogany trim. Crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the lobby. You walked up to the desk briskly, a fake smile plastered on your face.

“Hi, reservations under the name, y/l/n.” You said to the man behind the desk, he smiled back clicking away on the computer.

“Yeah, one room two beds.” He replied, turning to grab you a key.

“I’m sorry did you say one room?” You asked, feeling your heart drop suddenly.

“Yes, is there an issue?” He asked as Sebastian finally stepped up next to you.

“Yes, there is.” You stated back taking a deep breath trying to calm yourself back down. “The reservation was for two rooms one bed.”

“There must of been a mix up. Hold on.” He said, getting up and leaving the counter. You could hear the brunette chuckled from behind you as you counted to ten in your head. Another man came out with first guy and you knew that this was going to be a problem.

“Miss y/l/n, I’m sorry for the mix up, unfortunately there is nothing we can do. At the moment we are currently booked full, I can offer you a discount on your current room and alert you when we have an opening available.” He explained to you, you brought your hand up and began to rub your temples.

“Just give me the key.” You breathed, sticking your hand out.

The ride up the elevator was quiet and Sebastian had an ear to ear grin on his face. He was rocking back on his heels gently, looking up as the numbers rolled by. The cab dining and the doors rolled open, the two of you walked the hall to your room. You unlocked the door and allowed Sebastian to go first since he was carrying both of your luggage.

You grumbled to yourself about how this was the last thing you wanted. You looked at the two beds, and pinched the bridge of your nose again. Having your own room had given you some solace.

“What’s the matter?” Sebastian asked, you heard his amusement in his voice. You spun to face him, glaring hard at him.

“One universe, eight planets, seven seas, seven continents, eight hundred and nine islands, two hundred and four countries, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you.” You stated, Sebastian turned around and walked into the bathroom half through your comment. “Did.. did you just walk away from me?”

“Yes, I walked away mid conversation, you were boring me and my survival instincts kicked in.” He replied, popping his head on the bathroom with a grin. You had the sudden urge to scream at him, which made him grin even hard. He knew he was getting to you again.

“You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.” You told him walking toward the door.

“Hey, where are you goin?” He asked, stopping you for a moment. The sudden look of concern washing over his features shocked you for a moment.

“For a drink, a know a couple of the other PA’s here and I’m going to lunch with them.” You told him, there was no longer the anger in voice.

“Oh.” He said, moving out of your way, shoving his hands in his pockets. “What about the interview?”

“Seb, your a big boy and I trust you can do an interview without me. It’s you they want to talk to, not me.” You replied, feeling slightly guilty suddenly. “Can you do it without managing to get me in trouble. Mackie’s PA is here and I’d like to catch up with her.”

His head lifted suddenly at the name of his friend, a slow grin forming on his face. You sighed, dropping your head.

“Please don’t make me regret letting you go without adult supervision.”

“Promise, I’ll behave.” He smirked, you already knew that you’d be getting yelled at just by the look on his face. And against your better judgment you left the room and made your way to the cafe attached to the hotel.

“Y/n!” Kari yelled as you entered, you smiled and walked over greeting her.

“How you been girl?” She asked as you took a seat.

“Wanting to rip my hair out, that’s how.” You chuckled as the waitress brought you a menu.

“What’d he do now?” She asked, flipping through the menu.

“I swear he only acts up when we have to go out of town. He’s been acting like a giant man child since we left New York. Making comments here and there, and the winking, we are stuck in the same room. Oh, and don’t even get me started on him and the flight attendant.” You unleashed on her. The waitress stopped by allowing you both to order. “I swear he’s purposely driving me crazy, and you should of seen the look he had when I mentioned Mackie. I’m doomed. I’m going to kill him.”

“Why don’t you tell me how you really feel.” She snickered, leaning back in the chair crossing her arms.

“Oh don’t even get started on that again. Love is the emotion of fools, there to cloud your mind from destiny, from achieving greatness!” You replied, dramatically, waving your hands about to accentuate yourself.

“Dude, you are so hopelessly in love.” She responded shaking her head.

“I know, I’m totally screwed.” You sighed dropping your head to a table with a thud.

~~~

You were scrolling through your phone lounging back on the bed, waiting for Sebastian to returned. Maybe the man could behave himself when left alone cause you hadn’t received any angry messages since he was gone. The door clicked and he walked in, his eyes landing on you.

“I’m impressed Sebastian, I haven’t gotten yelled at.” You smirked looking up at him, he nodded walking over sitting on the edge of your bed. He was quiet, which wasn’t like him at all. “What’s the matter?”

“I told you I’d behave.” He smiled, finally looking over his shoulder at you, giving you a soft smile. “And what’s the matter is I like you, a lot. In fact I think I love you.”

“Hang on, what? Me?” You said, being completely caught off guard by his revelation. “But why? Why would you love me?”

“Cause you bug me, you weirdo.” He replied, shifting so he could face you better. You sat completely up, feeling his forehead for a fever.

“I bug you? Are you feel..” you never got to finish your statement cause his lips came crashing down into yours.

@kitkatkl @octobermermaid @ajosieface @10robins @instantnoodlese

[flowercuco]

Fiasco! - Transatlantic.

This weekend me and some friends played Fiasco, specifcally the Transatlantic playset by E. Tage Larsen.

The premise is that we’re on the Leviathan a boat that’s speeding across the sea to secretly win the Blue Riband, the award for crossing the Atlantic the fastest. Nothing could possibly go wrong as a result of the captains desire to win the award and there’s no way that anyone on the boat opposes him. (Note: this is a joke)

Our star studded cast are myself and @jacquerel cheating, allowing six players in this game, via playing a pair of identical non-binary fancy lad children, Barry and Berry Knight, mischievous fourteen year olds with a variety of skills they shouldn’t have.

We have @mimicdog​ as Belén Santiago Durand, a sweet cook, soft spoken and low key he/him lesbian who definitely isn’t stressed and definitely isn’t afraid of the water.

Seedy presented us with Clothilde Devereaux, a former battlefield nurse from the Great War with ulterior motives and plenty of tea.

@augmentalize​ gave us Vasily Dmitriovich (he/they), who swam to western Europe from Russia and is probably some kind of fish man.

And finally, rounding our our cast is @foursight​‘s William "Billie" Blackwell, a trans man aristocrat who just wants to settle in a new life in America, and hopefully get laid at some point before then.

The web of relationships we weave have the twins being mischievous friends with Belen, and paint Billie as an eccentric uncle, as well as establishing Belen’s fear of water and an interesting trunk, delivered to the wrong address.

Clothilde and Belen share a mutual suspicion of their respective false faces, while the nurse and Vasily are cultists trying to stop the Deep God from rising, with a sacrifice of course.

Finally, Billie is of course, a Confirmed Bachelor and Vasily is his bachelor companion. Wink.

We start off with a scene in which the twins are in their cabin, inspecting a mysterious suitcase that is similar to theirs, but not theirs, while we do not see the contents of the case, it is enough to make Billie want to take charge of it, despite initially trying to push it on as something they can do to build character. As Billie leaves the scene with the case, the twins look to each other and reveal a wicked, seashell knife, a prize looted from the box prior to their calling of their guardian. 

Belen’s first scene is one in which he meets Clothilde and Vasily, having a moment in which we establish Vasily’s wet feet and need of... hydration, as the two discuss their plans to delay the ship, catching the ear of Belen at a less than critical moment. The cook comes over and while the two manage to ease his suspicions, the nervous cook takes to them, believing them to be... friends. 

Clothilde’s scene involves her, Billie, and the captain of the boat playing bridge, a card game almost none of us are familiar with, passing cards around or whatever and establishing the captain’s odd dreams. He has never dreamed dreams like these before, shocking Belen, the fourth player of the game, as he has never dreamed anything real, but this feels more than his dreams have been. Clothilde tries to ease his worries, implying that she might help later...

Vasily is in the lower decks, in somewhat of a disguise, when he stumbles upon the twins, toying with something shiny, hearing them comment on how it looks like the ocean on there. When he makes his presence known to them, they deflect, saying that its a pocket watch, which very much does not reflect the ocean. Vasily tells the twins of a tale involving a child who fell into a train furnace, which excites them, asking Vasily what that would be like. Vasily offers to tell them if they go find the furnace, but they do not manage to find it, as the twins get lost.

Billie’s first scene involves him inviting Vasily to a party the next night, which the captain insists on throwing. Vasily comments on the scandalous nature of it, but ultimately accepts the invitation. Additionally, Billie comments on the chest the twins found, and Vasily claims it belongs to a friend, after observing it, he realizes that something is missing. Billie promises to get the twins to give it back to him.

The twins go bother Belen the next day, wanting to trade the knife for a cool skull ornament thing that he... acquired... Belen asks about the knife and the twins comment on its similarity to the ocean. Belen begins to get a little scary, and asks for the knife. The twins give him the knife, hoping that the chef thinks about giving them their desirable skull in return. Belen uses the knife and gets cut by it, accidentally, leading the cook to go to Clothilde for help, saying that he has been... cut. Clothilde is obviously suspicious, but tries to calm Belen down, saying that its fine, and not to worry. Later, the nurse speaks with Vasily about what’s going on with Belen, and that they need to recover the knife and possibly prevent the party. Clothilde lends Vasily her parrot to aid him in recovering the knife.

Vasily once again finds the twins, bird in tow, threatening them lightly in that adult way, and asking them where the knife is. Though the twins consider Belen their friend, they are more concerned with the bird and offer to assist in retrieving the knife. The final scene of act one involves Billie and Clothilde speaking about the party and the captain, with Billie asking her to help the captain, as the ships doctor seems to not have done that great of a job. After becoming a bit suspicious, Billie goes to the captains quarters and sees something which causes him to faint. When he wakes up, Clothilde is pouring him some brandy.

The tilt, chosen by seb and seedy, consists of Tragedy, someone’s life is changed forever, in a bad way, and Failure, a tiny mistake leads to ruin. 

Act two begins with Barry and Berry once again near the engine room of the ship, finding a wrench in a pivotal place and pulling it out, undoing one of the cultist’s sabotage. Vasily calls upon them now to distract Belen, and they succeed, distracting the cook while Vasily sneaks around, eventually getting the knife from under his nose. Belen notices the knife being missing, and finds the twins in their room, asking for where the knife is. The twins think about whether or not to sell Vasily out before just agreeing to. Belen insists on having them help him get the knife back despite them asking and begging him to take a nap or something, only for Vasily to come on in and knock Belen out, and then lock the twins in their room, for their own safety at this point.

Billie wakes up and Clothilde tells him he had a fall, and to not worry and have some brandy. Billie takes some but then starts to remember, saying that theres problems, that they need to do something. Clothilde tries and fails to convince Billie to step down, eventually feeling the need to act, getting out a syringe and stabbing Billie, who faints. Vasily brings Belen in a potato sack to Clothilde, hopefully solving their sacrifice problem as she reveals an unconscious BIllie. The two converse and decide to trade captives, having a bit of a spat but deciding that stopping the deep one is more important. When he comes to, Billie questions Vasily about the cult and the other things going on in the ship, Vasily admits to it, saying that he was going to tell him when they got to shore, shocking Billie, as it meant someone would have been sacrificed and he would have been none the wiser. He needs some space and he leaves Vasily for now, needing to think on the events of the night.

The Knight twins escape their room and find themselves in the captains quarters, concerned and dismayed at the unseen horrors inside, getting the sense that it is as if it is getting filled with water, and the two deciding they need to get Belen, their friend, and an adult. Belen is taken to the captains quarters, now increasingly more... fish like, and obsessed. Belen goes to the captains quarters and the resulting event makes the twins run away. Clothilde takes to drastic measures to sabotage the ship, breaking into the boiler room and rigging it to explode. Vasily chases Belen into the captain quarters, and the two fight over the knife, Belen desperately needing it while Vasily tries to finish the ritual to stop the deep one from rising. In the conflict, Belen is stabbed, bleeding a far more viscous ichor and unknowingly ending the ritual. Billie finds the twins as people are evacuating the boat, he tells them to go to the liferaft despite the two of them asking where he is going. Billie leaves them after ensuring their safety and takes out his gun from its locked box. Billie goes out and finds Vasily still struggling with Belen, sharing a tense conversation before Billie puts the gun down and lets Vasily go, swimming down with the ship as Billie turns away, leaving with the other evacuating people.

In the epilogue, here is the state of the game.  

William "Billie" Blackwell, ends with White 10, not too shabby, having a comfortable life for a time, but constantly drawn to the events that occurred on the ship. He does more and more research before eventually turning into a supernatural investigator.

Vasily Dmitriovich ends with a White 6, a weak ending, going in and out of cults over the years, trying to do what he can before eventually being found by some sort of suit clad cult group and shoved into a car for unknown purposes...

Clothilde Devereaux ends with a Black 14, awesome, an ending that is better than anyone else’s. She changes her name, gets a new life, starts to work in a hospital and eventually has an entire hospital as well as another wing named after her. She is last scene retiring with a beautiful wife driving a convertible.

Belén Santiago Durand ends with a Zero, a fate worse than death, and finds himself on an island with various fish people and normal people, having fully been converted into some sort of jellyfish person and trying to adjust. After some time, having, some friendship? or something to the effect, he changes back, leaving the cultists and fish people and staring down at himself, saying that he can never go back. He can never go back. He doesn’t know if he can go back.

Barry and Berry Knight end with White 7, a second weak ending, they land with the others, finding it a bit more difficult to speak with each other and with Billie, watching the boat sink along with their stuff. As their life goes on, they are reprimanded for their behaviour and eventually forced into a boarding school for troubled children, where one night, after curfew, they find a dead body, the start of another mysterious event.

Fiasco’s great!

[sebastianoriley]

HEADCANON: PERSONALITY —

Always somewhere between high and in love, he has a way with words that has people doubting that they’re his own. Sometimes as if quoting from Shakespeare sonnets, sometimes plain dirty (but with such an innocent smile up on his lips that even that is delightful and taken as a joke), Sebastian generally seems to know perfectly what to say and when to say it, when it comes to making a good impression or seducing someone. Truth be told, he doesn’t. He is an honest actor who doesn’t know any of his lines, but is talented at improvising. Even the older women who used to have tea and compete in pearls with his mother can’t help but find him, through his messy sweetness, a pleasant company with a special glow to him.

He leaves parties barefooted and doesn’t really know where he is going. He smokes hard, loves hard, and nothing he ever does is planned. Spontaneous is the key word, so he doesn’t take cabs with fixed routes, he talks to strangers with that smug, half-amused smirk on his face (because he never forgets who he is and what his powers are) and he never orders the same thing twice at even his favorite restaurant. He lives a crazy, fast-paced, chaotic, destructive and dangerous life, but luckily, Sebastian isn’t realizing any of it, blinded by all the lights and the beauty surrounding him. He can’t tell cigarette smoke from an actual fire and he is prone to dying due to that. Everything happens in a haze when amphetamine is diluting your blood system, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He doesn’t have the time to think of lies, speaking his mind with such simplicity that it makes one wonder how. Sebastian thinks that the most important thing about a person is sincerity and he doesn’t want to hide his thoughts, his opinions and his feelings, because, to him, they are more interesting than any possible lie. Sometimes too straightforward, but never cruel about it, he plays with his heart on his sleeve and, somehow, that makes the best self-defense, because nothing can really touch him if he lets anything touch him if it can. Never refusing himself anything or running around instead of walking straight for what he wants and calling it by its name, he wastes less time than anybody making strategies regarding his behavior or avoiding the truth, ugly or not. And somehow, with a certain grace, he makes even the ugly truth seem just a little prettier, because none of the things he is doing has any meanness in it.

Easy-going, airy, but at the same time with the impatience of a toddler and fickle to the point of breaking under pressure, Seb doesn’t like to dwell on the bad, only focusing on certain aspects of reality that he decided he likes. He picks the good from the mix that makes up life and ignores everything else stubbornly. The bad doesn’t exist if he is wearing sunglasses and his smile can blind Gods. He never got to stand up for himself directly, only doing it through an outrageous behavior. In fact, the only time when he had to be a man and prove something was the only time when he hid in the deepest hole, secretly relieved that his mother handled everything and that he didn’t have to live with the consequences. He can’t forgive that about himself, but he also knows that he was only eighteen at the time, and that it’s better to ignore it. It’s true that that means that he’ll never stop running away from his problems (more importantly, while claiming to be a carrier of absolute truth and sincere to the bone), but he can’t handle any serious topics for longer than a few moments. He’s not made for anything but the hedonistic life.

There is no order in his thoughts. He rarely wears two socks the same size, length and color. If it weren’t for the pretty maid, he would be living on a mountain of trash  — at least for the two days a week in which he’s at home instead of in some hotel room or at the club. He no longer carries his keys with him because he never finds them again after a night out. There is cocaine in the cracked screen of his phone and he never finds the time to go and buy a new one or fix it. He’s always running out of time and never punctual. He doesn’t realize that, with every step he takes, he just shortens the dynamite wick that’s already lit up. He mixes them up, he switches, he tries the new thing, and he never, never stops. Sebastian’s life is simply a brake-less car sliding down a mountain, and the worst part is that he does nothing to try and stop the upcoming accident. On the contrary, he is almost excited for the final act, determined to die young and happy and often joking about throwing the biggest party of all times at his funeral.

Whimsical, never pausing, never the same and never bored, Sebastian makes an effort to keep everything interesting, even if it means moving twice a month and talking to every girl in New York only once for no more than twenty long minutes. He changes his mind, he can’t make it up and he is going out of it. The sole purpose of his existence is doing what he likes — and that changes periodically and unexpectedly, and having a constant in his life (perhaps other than Bishop, his best friend) would only mean that his heart stopped beating one second too much. As unhealthy as it is, he has every mean to change his mind, to cancel everything that isn’t going his way and to step over others if it suits his fancy.

[snarktheater]

Shadowhunters — Episode 2x15

There’s no real reason for me to open this post with this particular gif. It's entirely gratuitous. But I've gotta keep my spirits up somehow, and this seemed like a good way to do it.

See, there are two main plotlines in this episode (as usual), and they revolve around Simon and Sebastian. So my interest levels are altogether rather low. Hence the need for some sexy Matthew Daddario to cheer me up. The episode isn't even particularly bad, by the way—spoiler, I guess. It's mostly just that I have a hard time feeling anything for Simon beyond "oh, no, Simon's on screen". Especially now that we're ramping up the love triangle again.

Anyway. Let's talk about Simon, actually. His deal is…brooding at the Hunter's Moon because of what happened at the Seelie Court, getting drunk, refusing to take Clary's calls, you know, all the things you do in healthy relationships.

Quinn shows up, and…remember Quinn? Probably not, especially since I didn't even know he had a name until now. Quinn's the guy who defected from Raphael's vampire clan to pledge fealty to Simon as the Daylighter. And apparently, that involves buying Simon a drink.

"Plasma?" "The hard stuff."

Is he trying to get Simon drunk? Well, even now with the hindsight of everything that happens in the episode, I'm not sure if he's malevolent or just a douchebag who thinks getting blacked-out drunk is a good idea. Either way, I don't particularly like him, so as you can guess, his interactions with Simon mostly leave me wanting to fast forward over them.

Quinn then brings Simon to a "bleeder den", where mundanes who happen to know about vampires can let themselves be bitten.

"Isn't this against the Accords?" "It's kind of a grey area."

Okay, well, the Accords are shitty and Shadowhunters are doing a crap job protecting humans, that's nothing new. Better question, though: don't you feel even a little bad at using literal addicts to your own advantage? I mean, we spent a good chunk of the season highlighting the terrible effects that vampire venom addiction had on Isabelle, and I lost track of whether Simon knows about that, but he should still show some empathy towards those "willing" donors.

Ha, Simon showing empathy. And then what? No, instead he starts feeding on a girl. She has a name, I think it's Heidi, but it doesn't matter since the next time we see her, she's dead.

And I mean, the show's so obviously trying to hint at Simon being her killer that it's an obvious red herring. Seriously. Next time Simon shows up, he's covered in blood. Don't worry, he cleans it up at super speed so he can be pissy at Clary over what happened at the Seelie Court.

"You don't mean ['I love you'] the way I mean it! You never have. Ever since we were kids, I've been in love with you."

"It's [Clary's feelings for Jace] nothing like you and me." "But it's enough."

And, like…I don't know. I can't feel any sympathy for that. I mean, I understand jealousy, but I can't sympathize with it. The point is this: Clary has feelings for two people, and sure, they may not be the same kind of feelings, but she still chose Simon. And she hasn't given any indication that she's regretting that choice, or considering to cheat on him with Jace, or anything like that.

I mean, even if we admit the premise that "Seelie magic is always true" (something Isabelle tells Clary earlier in the episode), all it says is Clary desires Jace the most. Which, considering she's dating Simon and not Jace, isn't that automatically true? You can't really desire what you already have.

Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled that Clary and Simon are on the way to breaking up, but I feel like Simon's self-righteous attitude is just completely undeserved. He's rejecting her because 1) she has feelings for another guy and 2) she "doesn't love him the way he loves her", which doesn't really mean anything? Nobody feels things the exact same way. And, again, she chose him, so clearly she decided he was more important.

Ugh. I can't believe I'm arguing fairy logic and relationships with this show now. Let's jus move on to the next scene, with Simon trashing his shirt while trying to remember what happened at the den (you thought I was exaggerating about blacked-out drunk?). Luke shows up, because he heard about the girl's death and how it's obviously the work of a vampire, and he wanted Simon to help him investigate. Oh, and comfort him about the Clary thing, too.

"What's going on between you two, I'm always here for you. You're the closest thing to a son that I've got."

Aw. That'd be adorable if I cared about Simon!

But just then, Luke's partner Ollie calls to tell Luke that they found Simon's prints on Heidi, which Simon overhears because vampire hearing, and he runs away. As you do.

So Simon's on the run, and Luke tells Clary about the whole thing, including the possibility that Simon might have killed someone. To her credit, she's in denial, but that kind of makes it worse because Luke has to say this:

"Demon blood…it changes a person."

And…like, you know how Downworlders are usually a big allegory for oppression? Yeah, when Downworlders themselves go "yeah, we really are dangerous and out of control", it kind of makes it sound like that oppression is justified. Especially coming from Luke, who's been on the more reasonable end of things. So could you…maybe…not?

Anyway. He's going to find Simon and…I don't know, either arrest him or cover up, it's not clear yet. Clary insists to come along, which Luke eventually caves to, but the real question is: isn't investigating this kind of her job anyway as a Shadowhunter? Is Clary even working officially as a Shadowhunter?

Meanwhile, Simon asks Raphael for help finding Quinn and for shelter. Raphael, being a good guy, naturally agrees and—nah, I'm just fucking with you. Raphael will only help Simon in exchange for the secret to being a Daylighter. Because he's terrible. Lest you forget.

So Simon's out on his own, and he decides to retrace his steps from the previous night and hopefully figure out what happened. Which immediately gets him caught by Ollie, because…no duh, cops keep an eye on the scene of a crime. Who'd have thought?

But wait, it gets stupider. See, while she's talking to Simon (who immediately confessed) in her car, Ollie lets it slip that Heidi's bite mark is on her feet. And…like, Simon is grossed out by feet, so he totally never would have done that! Because people never do things that would normally gross them out when they're inebriated, right?

Well, the logic's sound enough for Simon, at least, who breaks out of Ollie's car, because I guess potentially being a murderer is horrible, but actually revealing the Shadow World to a policewoman is just a-okay!

He goes back to the den again, and lo and behold, Quinn's here, biting some other girl on the feet, which totally proves he's the murderer. Well, that and he confesses on the spot.

"It was an accident. Accidents happen, don't worry about it."

Simon threatens to turn him in, which leads to Quinn trying to kill him, because that's how deep his devotion to Simon was. No big loss, right?

I should mention that Clary and Luke track Simon down to the den, and Raphael's also on the case and reaches the den on his own. I should, because it's an attempt at generating tension, and it falls exceptionally flat when Simon…kills Quinn by himself just before the other three enter the den. Congratulations, one of your main characters and two of your main supporting cast were utterly useless.

Well, actually, Luke and Raphael do one more thing, which is hypnotize Ollie into forgetting the whole thing ever happened. So once again, Clary's stuck alone in being more or less useless. Oh, she does get a moment of wrap-up where Simon visits her at the Institute and angsts all over her, but says he'll remain friends with her but just needs time to heal. So…even that scene was all about Simon. You know, for a supposed protagonist who narrates the show's opening, Clary's shoved in the background pretty regularly.

Speaking of which, the episode's other plotline is the one that actually matters, as you might have gathered. And it opens with Sebastian being creepy on purpose some more, down to and including ironing his own hand.

Does this serve a point? We already saw him hold his hand on an open flame, and also, you know, he's holding someone captive. I think the latter qualifies as a better proof that he's a bad guy. We don't need this shit, you guys.

The actual plot, by the way, is that Alec is organizing the transfer of Valentine to the Gard in Idris. I don't know why he wasn't sent straight there when he was first captured, by the way, but okay, good. He's dealing with Magnus's angst over the memories of his past that were triggered when he was tortured as Valentine a few episodes ago, and…I'll skip straight to the resolution of that, because it's what matters the least.

Basically, the memory in question is of Magnus's mom, who (seemingly) killed herself in shame over her son being a warlock. Since the only proof we have of that is Magnus's human dad's word, and that she died from being stabbed in the heart, I have some doubts, but okay. The bad (worse?) part of the memory is that said human dad yelled at Magnus about it, and Magnus lashed out with magic, killing him.

Magnus feels bad, because even at that age, he was in control of his magic and should have known better, and he feels like a monster undeserving of Alec's love. The solution is…kind of obvious.

"There's nothing ugly about you."

Wow. So profound. Also I should remind everyone that this is happening because Alec sanctioned torture of Magnus. Unwittingly, sure, but the fact that Magnus basically has to ask for Alec's acceptance as a consequence of that is a little bit jarring. To say the least.

Meanwhile on the actual plot side of things, Isabelle's tasked with organizing security for Valentine's transfer. The Magnus thing is basically just a delay since he's the only warlock with clearance to open a Portal for something this high-profile. And the show's going to use that delay, fear not.

I'll skip over the scene of Jace removing Valentine's Circle rune. The show says it's because the new wards in Idris won't let him through if he has the rune, but honestly, that scene is nothing but Jace rehashing all the ways Valentine fucked him up emotionally, and then inflicting violence on Valentine (because removing a rune is painful, not because he's actually beating him up, but it's still violence). It's just utterly pointless.

What does matter is that Aline shows up in the meantime. Yeah, Aline is in the show now. Turns out, she heard that her cousin (you know, Sebastian) had resurfaced in New York after going MIA for a while, and she came to check up on him. Cue our Sebastian going back home to his prisoner, who, in a completely unsurprising twist, is the real Sebastian Verlac.

"Tell me [everything about her] or she dies!"

Well, I'll give it to our fake Sebastian: at least he knows how to come up with a decent threat that he can actually carry out.

So Aline and not-Sebastian (and yes, I still need to figure out how to call him) spend the evening together, and he somehow manages to trick her into thinking she's really her cousin. I mean, she does express some suspicions, but overall, it works. However, twist of all twists, the real Sebastian manages to break free from his bonds and escape Sebastian's apartment! Ooh, how tense, I wonder if he'll manage to alert anyone!

Yeah, don't get excited. He reaches the Institute just as Aline is saying goodbye to Isabelle after fake-Sebastian convinced her to go check up on their aunt Elodie, the woman who was taking care of real-Sebastian. And just before real-Sebastian reaches them, fake-Sebastian stabs him in the back. See, his landlord saw his apartment door open, and called him because he thought there was a break-in, so he was already hunting for real-Sebastian, and because dramatic timing rules all, he found him at the very last moment.

What about Valentine's transfer, you may ask? Well, yeah, actually, that wasn't really relevant to the plot of the episode, was it? It just comes back up at the very end of the episode, so you already know it's going to be our cliffhanger. And indeed, just before Valentine walks into Magnus's Portal, another Shadowhunter (Duncan Armstrong, who had been previously seen criticizing Alec's leadership) grabs him, and they never show up on the other side of the Portal.

And then, surprise! We find out that fake-Sebastian is the one who orchestrated that by threatening Duncan's family. He kills Duncan immediately, because \~evil\~, and greets Valentine by revealing who he really is.

And a "hello, Father" for good measure, if there were people in the audience who hadn't understood who he was yet.

And that's the end of the episode. The Simon stuff is trash, but I actually want to talk more about the dual Sebastian plot line. Because it should have been a tense plot, but it's so by-the-numbers that I doubt it would surprise anyone. However, it could easily have been salvaged, and I'm going to propose a version of events that would probably have worked much better (maybe even for people who read the books).

See, the issue here is twofold. One, we the audience already know that Jonathan Morgenstern is impersonating Sebastian, that he's evil, and that he has him captive. Two, we see Sebastian get his way in literally everything he does, so seeing real-Sebastian escape, when we're still halfway through this story arc, isn't really a tense moment. We know Sebastian won't be outed. So that shouldn't be the stakes here, because it makes the conclusion (fake-Sebastian killing real-Sebastian) the safe, predictable decision, and makes real-Sebastian being alive completely irrelevant.

So I propose this instead: everything unfolds as it does up until this episode, without the scenes of fake-Sebastian being obviously evil and creepy by gratuitously burning himself and also having a captive that we know about. Then, in this episode, someone (say, Aline) finds real-Sebastian captive. In his own (supposed) home or elsewhere, it doesn't matter. But real-Sebastian doesn't know that someone's impersonating him; maybe he's only seen Jonathan in his burned appearance we saw at the end of the episode. Based on something Jonathan says next episode, that form is actually stronger, so it would even make sense for him to use it.

Sebastian is rescued, but he's too weak to give too many details (and crucially, reveal he's been captive for a long time while a fake was going around). Aline investigates his capture, and finds Jonathan, still in his burned form, probably trying to get to real-Sebastian and make him disappear before he can spill too much information. Have all the action you want, Jonathan vanishes in the midst of it, having seemingly given up. Real-Sebastian, importantly, must be out of sight during all of this.

So cut to Aline going to check on her cousin, and he acts a little weird and maybe doesn't even know she's his cousin, but oh well, he's still pretty shaken up, so she dismisses it. Of course, it's actually fake-Sebastian again, but the characters don't know that, and we the audience don't either. Well, you can guess it is, but it's left uncertain enough. Maybe Aline found something that hinted at a long captivity, but fake-Sebastian denies being captive for more than a day, comes up with a theory that there may have been other captives, and she takes it at face value and leaves.

That creates mystery, and more importantly, some desperately-needed tension in the form of uncertainty—not for the characters, but for us, the audience. You can even keep the end of the episode intact, except Jonathan doesn't reveal to Valentine that he's in disguise as Sebastian yet. It doubles as a red herring, since now it looks like Jonathan was at the Insitute to (successfully) interfere with Valentine's transfer to Idris, rather than his actual goal of replacing Sebastian.

You can then reveal that real-Sebastian is dead…whenever the show will actually reveal it to the characters (I assume it will eventually). And now we, the audience, share the impact of that twist with the characters.

Of course, there are practical issues with this. In particular, it means having Will Tudor in the burned make-up (and having to make a different voice for Jonathan Morgenstern). And I realize it's easy to make a fix-fic after the fact to improve on a story that already exists. But…well, this was such an easy fix, and one that should have been obvious. Don't give the audience more information than the characters, and then treat the issue like a mystery. It's simple.

Anyway, that's all I have to say for this episode. Hope you enjoyed at least my little writing exercise, because I sure did, and that's pretty much the only thing I actually enjoyed about doing this review.

[buddiebeginz]

Because nothing, NOTHING, would had happened to Robert if he hadn't gone looking for them in the first place! He brought them to Emmerdale, he cheated on Chrissie, he didn't take care of Lachlan when he was supposed to, he scammed them over and over again, he brought Rebecca, he stole from them multiple times, he tried to purposely hurt their health in several occasions. HE WENT FOR THEM, EVERYTIME. Why do you like him if you won't even see him for what he is? It doesn't make you a better fan.

Oh anon where to even begin with this

1. We don’t know how Rob and the Whites officially first met. Unless I’m mistaken that’s a topic that’s never been thoroughly discussed in the show. It wasn’t his decision to go to Emmerdale. Aaron, Sandy, and Paddy went looking for Lawrence after Edna told Aaron about some of the history she had with Lawrence. Lawrence eventually comes to Emmerdale looking for Edna and eventually he decides to buy Home Farm bringing Chrissie and Rob there. His main decision to stay in the village though is because he knew Rob didn’t want to stay and he was hoping to drive a wedge between him and Chrissie. It was never Rob who wanted to go back to Emmerdale and never his decision to bring the Whites there.

2. Yes Rob cheated on Chrissie with Aaron. I’m not excusing him for that it was fucked up that he did that especially considering how long it went on for. However Rob has also struggled tremendously with coming to terms with his sexuality. Even Aaron said that Rob was fighting who he truly was. Rob was physically abused by his father when Jack found out that Rob was attracted to men so of course it was going to cause Rob to have psychological trauma attached to his sexuality. Rob has continued to be on a journey of figuring out who he truly is, what he truly wants, and allowing himself to follow those things without being afraid. I’m not saying Rob cheating with Aaron was okay or that the ons with Rebecca was okay either just that I try and understand why these things happened.

 As much as I don’t like Chrissie how Rob hurt her was fucked up and he should have just ended it especially before the wedding. I just think to him letting go of Aaron represented letting go of who he really wanted and wanted to be and letting go of Chrissie represented letting go of who he thought he was supposed to be and he didn’t know how to do either at that point. I think it’s possible to dislike a character’s actions and still try and understand them and why they happened. This is a soap things aren’t always so black and white especially when it comes to questions of morals. I’m not just going to stop liking a character because they’ve made some mistakes. 

3. While it’s true Rob did become Lachlan’s step father when he married Chrissie it’s obvious Lachlan had been having serious problems for a long time, much longer than Rob had even been in the picture. Not long after he even showed up in Emmerdale Lachlan was in the hospital from a drug overdose. Yes being married meant that Rob should have stepped in more and helped Chrissie with Lachlan more but Chrissie has also been very hands off when it comes to Lachlan and even doing a lot of things that have added to his issues. Obviously Rob has done things to help add to Lachlan’s troubles as well but he’s certainly not fully to blame for why Lachlan is the way he is. Chrissie should have been getting Lachlan help a long time ago and recognizing the warning signs because I wouldn’t be surprised if Lachlan ends up killing someone at this point.

4. Yes Rob has scammed the Whites numerous times and ways and and that hasn’t been okay but if we’re talking about money what about all the work he put into the business that Lawrence just kicked him out of? 

5. Rebecca came to the village willingly knowing that her main reason for coming was to double cross her family and get some info for Rob who was trying to get back at them for Andy. She also obviously showed up to try and get Rob to herself because like a day after her arrival she was in the pub trying to flirt with Rob and talking about how he didn’t seem gay when he was in her bed. And regardless just because he asked her to come there doesn’t mean it was okay for someone he and his husband considered a friend to take advantage of him in a vulnerable moment.

6. The Whites have also gone for him everytime too. Rebecca has been trying to get in Rob’s pants and sabotage his relationship with Aaron since she arrived. Chrissie threatened to Kill Rob on numerous occasions, blew up his car,  has been saying homophobic and rude things to him and Aaron for a long time. Lawrence tried to do everything to break up him and Chrissie when they were together, told Aaron on multiple occasions he should leave Rob. Lachlan threatened that he was going to lie and get Rob put away for being a pedophile.

7. I do see Rob for who he is. I do know he’s hurt a lot of people and made a lot of mistakes. But I also recognize that he’s not a villain and he continues to try to be a better man no matter how much he falters again and again. I also know that for the people he loves like Aaron, Seb, and Liv he’d literally die for them and that makes him worth fighting for in my book. 

8. I never said or acted like I was a better fan. I’m just tired of seeing people in this fandom claim to love Rob and act like he’s a piece of shit. This kind of stuff doesn’t happen with Aaron and it just hurts to have to see all the time. I love Rob, seeing him hurting the way he’s been over and over again in this storyline hurts me too. I personally don’t think he needs this huge redemption because if he does then so do a lot of other characters on this show. He doesn’t need this big dramatic change he just need to care, be sorry for his actions, and try to change which he is. Why the hell isn’t that enough? 

[greeneyedgirls4]

Sillage

Numbers request for anon for Seb (angst) - 40 “Don’t apologise if you don’t mean it.” 

Mentions of infertility (not being able to have kids) and a bit of sadness/angst but a happy ending (as I do). I got so much inspiration from the quote below so I decided to add it. Feedback is always welcome and if you have a one shot request, storyline/character/real person or numbers request then please read here and feel free to get in touch with me anytime. Thanks for the request and enjoy! Sebastian Stan x reader. My masterlist is here.

Sillage (n.) the scent that lingers in the air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone’s perfume. 

You watch him. Your apparent boyfriend who seems to be more interested in everyone else in the room but you. Looking down at your glass you set it on the table and turn to leave. You think your being selfish but he promised you that he would keep you by his side no matter who he had to talk to tonight.

“He’s a catch you know.” You hear a voice say from behind you. Turning you meet the brown eyes of Seb’s ex. Sophia. Oh great!

“I know.”

“He’s going far. It seems your just holding him back.” You hear her say as you glance at Seb who is laughing with his friends and co-stars. “At least with me I knew about the industry and we could comfort each other during events like this.”

You meet her eyes and sigh. “Maybe I’m not good enough for him but clearly your not either if he left you for me.”

She grits her teeth and you can see the anger take over her body. “Your nothing but a little slut!”

In that moment your own anger takes over and before you can stop yourself your hand is around her throat and the other is lifting a glass of beer to pour over her.

“Stop!” Oh god. Stepping away from Sophia you turn and face.. Seb. Sebastian Stan. Your boyfriend who looks like he is about to murder someone. You probably. “What’s going on?”

You watch as Seb helps Sophia up who is now fake crying and cuddling into him. “She provoked me.”

“That doesn't give you the right to start a full on fight in the middle of a very important premiere for me.” You can hear the undertone of anger in his voice as you watch him take routine glances at Sophia. “Are you ok Soph?”

She nods. Of course she does and of course he smiles down at her like he used to at you. “You always choose everyone else but me..” You whisper, tears blurring your vision.

“You make it so easy to y/n.”

“In that moment did you even think about choosing me first? Did you even think about coming to see if I was ok rather than her? I hate being the third wheel in your life.”

“Maybe you shouldn't be part of my life anymore then..” He whispers and you can see the tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

“Have a good life Seb.” And with that said you leave. You ignore the calls from Seb’s friends and co-stars. You even ignore Seb calling your name as you run out of the ballroom and down the marble staircase. Only stopping when you reach your car.

Starting up the engine you speed through the streets of New York, not even stopping for traffic lights and nearly knocking about ten people down. You had known for a while that you and Seb were over. He was becoming distant. You had watched him, just tonight, stuff a receipt into his coat pocket then fidget with his hands the whole way through the film as if he didn't even want to be near you. He had been spending more time with his friends too which made you even more suspicious. He normally went out once a week with Chris but now it was every other day. Was he ignoring you for a reason or was it on purpose? The tears once again blur your vision causing you to momentarily glance down. That’s when you hear it. The sound of metal smashing into metal and all you can feel is pain. Your eyes flick to one side just as a pair of legs come into view before everything goes black.

Darkness.

Darkness. 

You had always been fascinated by it. As a child you were always more the night owl rather than the early bird. You just always loved darkness. How it would roll in and take over so quickly. The night sky with tiny twinkles of stars. The dark storm clouds that told you rain was coming. Dark and foggy nights in with a nice cup of hot chocolate and the TV on. You’d thought about space so many times over the years. Was it really as dark as everyone claimed? Was it infinite? Will it last for a billion more years? All the questions swirled in your head but still you were trapped. Trapped by the darkness. The infinite blackness that won’t let you move, speak or do anything. That’s all you want to do. Something.

You think of life. What you left behind and who you left behind. As you relax your mind something sparks but you can’t pinpoint it.

Come back.

I can’t.

I love you.

I love you too.

Is that a voice? Or is it a memory? Is someone touching your hand? Is the darkness suffocating you that much from the inside out that you don’t even know what is real anymore?

Please don’t leave me. Not like this.

It’s a man. You can hear him now. Seb. Is that him? His voice seems clear even as the beeping takes over your ears. You want to be able to see him but all you see is darkness. Darkness that you once loved is now scaring you. Now consuming you. Why won’t your eyes open?

Seb had run out of the ballroom after you but he couldn't find you. He had searched high and low for any trace of you, only stopping when he noticed your car was gone from the parking space he had put it in earlier. Damn! How could he be so stupid as to let you just leave like that? You were right, he should have went to you first even if it was just to shout at you for fighting. Now he had probably lost you for good.

When he hears his phone buzz his heart nearly leaps out of his chest. He obviously expects it to be you to tell him you were sorry or you were home but instead it’s an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Is this Sebastian Stan?”

“Yes, why?”

“It’s about y/n.”

“What about her?” He replies, still not recognising the woman’s voice.

“I’m Li from New York a&e. Y/n has been in an accident and you need to come straight away.”

Seb can feel his heart stop. A tight feeling settling in his chest. “W-What?”

“She’s in a bad way sir.”

“I’ll be right there!”

Within twenty minutes he had gotten in a cab, ran through the hospital grounds and was now sitting, holding your hand at your bedside.

He watches the Doctor make his way into the room and close the door, writing a few things in your notes. “Any news?”

“Nothing yet. The swelling to her brain has gone down and she should make a full recovery. Her stomach did get a bad hit from the steering wheel and we don’t know the full extent of her injuries to her womb yet.”

Seb feels his chest tighten even more before he nods and looks towards you again. Your already pale skin looking even paler under the white hospital lights and the tubes going down your throat were starting to scare him. You had always wanted kids and he wanted to be the man that give you them.. now that was debatable. “Will she..”

“She may be able to have kids but as I said we don't know the full extent of her injuries yet.” He hears the door open before the Doctor’s footsteps stop. “Your better talking to her. Letting her know your here.”

“Thank you Doctor.”

Lifting your hand to his lips he presses a gentle kiss to it. “Come back. I love you.” He whispers, hoping you can hear him. “Please don’t leave me. Not like this.”

Closing his eyes he thinks he can feel your hand twitch but he can’t be sure. He was meant to be kneeling down and asking you to marry him tonight but instead he’s sitting by your bedside as he prays for you to live. Opening his eyes again he watches your gorgeous eyes flutter open and meet his. “S-Seb?”

“I’m right here.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is so weak that it breaks Seb’s heart even more.

He shakes his head as he presses his lips against your forehead. “Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I should not have fought her.” He hears you say as he pulls back and clutches your hand between his again.

“I should have taken your side. I’m sorry darling.”

Seb feels you pull away from him and take your hand back. “Don’t apologise if you don’t mean it.”

“I do mean it!” He says causing you to jump. “I was going to propose to you tonight.”

He sees your eyes widen. “W-What?”

Seb nods. “That’s why I have been going missing more lately.. Chris and Scarlett have been helping me pick a ring. I was so nervous the past week too.” He takes your hands in his again. “I swear that I love you and I always will. I’ll do a better proposal when your better but for now.. will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

*2 years later*

“Seb she’s going to be here any minute. We don’t have time for you to give me presents.”

You watch him give you the rectangular box anyway. “What is this?”

“Just open it.”

Opening the box your heart stops. “S-Seb.. I thought it was going to be negative.”

He shakes his head when you meet his steel blue eyes. “No, it was positive. You just threw it away before actually looking. See this is why I tell you to have more faith in yourself.”

“I’m pregnant?” You whisper, glancing back at the positive pregnancy test.

“Yes.”

You are about to hug him when the door knocks, startling you both. The door opens revealing the grey haired adoption assistant and a little girl with curly brown hair. “This is Aife. Aife this is your new parents.”

Taking the little girl in your arms you smile down at her. “Hi, I’m y/n and this is your new daddy Seb. You also have a little brother or sister coming in about eight months too.”

You watch as her face lights up causing the tears in your eyes to spill over.

Seb takes her out of your arms and points to the various toys you had placed on the floor for her to play with. “This is our family darling.”

The end.

[snapadoodlez]

12th Doctor series playlists: series 8 & ‘Last Christmas’

Here is the final playlist I’ve made in my Twelfth Doctor series playlist collection (until the 2017 Christmas Special, that is). This one is for Peter’s very first season as Twelve: Series 8 and ‘Last Christmas’.  Similar to my other playlists, it’s organized so that the listener can (more-or-less) relive the story by listening to it from beginning to end.  

The Spotify link can be found here:  https://open.spotify.com/user/sirenssongs/playlist/3edfNpeuti7HQDR1xcrYCt

As in Series 8, the emotional arcs here are Clara & Twelves’s new dynamic, Clara & Danny’s relationship, Twelve’s self-discovery, and the new Twissy chapter in the on-going doctor/master saga. Fair warning: this is the most heavily“Broadway” out of the Twelve Series playlists, but I think it works for re-telling the story.

I’ve included the full track-list and guide below the “Keep Reading” line. I know I’m going to miss Peter dreadfully, so hopefully this’ll be a nice easy way relive his incredible run as The Doctor. I’ll probably do an embedded version later and a master-post with all the ‘Twelve’ playlists soon:  In the meantime, enjoy!

*Note:  I realize the last song, “When You’re Home”, also starts out the s9 playlist: I thought it bridged the gap between the two really well, and I couldn’t decide where to put it. So both playlists it is! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

1. Sparks - The Who

“Any moment now, he’s a coming… but times change, and so must I.” “I think it’s going to be a whopper.”

2. Why Can’t the English? - My Fair Lady 

“Have you regenerated? I remember you. You're Handles. You used to be a little robot head, and now...you've really let yourself go.”

“Why do you keep talking like that? What's gone wrong with your accent? You sound the same. It's spreading. You all sound all English. Now you've all developed a fault.”

“Oh no, that's good... I'm Scottish… I can complain about things, I can really complain about things.” 

3. Just You Wait - My Fair Lady

“No. Don't. Don't smile. I will smile first and then you know it's safe to smile.” “Are you cross with me?” “I am not cross. But if I was cross it would be your fault and. Yes, I am cross.”

“Nothing is more important than my egomania.”

4. Poor Baby – Company

“Well, if neither of us placed that ad, who placed that ad?”

Missy plays matchmaker. * 

*In my head for this song, she’s droning on and on about the Doctor’s loneliness to Seb. Oh Seb... you sassy Interface... how I miss you.

5. I Don’t Know His Name - She Loves Me

“The Doctor regenerated in your presence. The young man disappeared, the veil lifted. He trusted you. Are you judging him?” “I am not sure who you think you're talking to right now, Madam Vastra, but I have never had the slightest interest in pretty young men... Just because my pretty face has turned your head, do not assume that I am so easily distracted.”

“When did you stop wearing your veil?” “When you stopped seeing it.”

6. Nobody Knows You (When You’re Down and Out) - Leslie Odom Jr.

“You look at me, and you can't see me. Have you any idea what that's like? Please, just see me.”

7. Something There - Beauty and the Beast

“Thank you.” “For what?” “Phoning.”

“I..I don't think that I'm a hugging person now.” “I'm not sure you get a vote.”

8. Roll Away Your Stone - Mumford & Sons

“Clara, be my pal and tell me... am I a good man?”

9. Mix Tape - Avenue Q

“Er… are you going to the leaving thing tonight for Cathy?” 

“Um……No, I'm not.” 

“Oh, okay, never mind.” 

“Good night.” 

“Change your mind…I'm going… I'll give you a lift. Why not?” 

10. Tonight At Eight - She Loves Me

“Are you going to look that terrified when you take me out for a drink?” “I… I absolutely promise I won't.” “Play your cards right and you might.”

11. Tango Tragique - She Loves Me

“I am trying to have a date. A real life, inter-human actual date! It's a normal nice, everyday, meeting-up sort of thing. And I would just like to know, is there any other way you can make this any more surreal than it already is?”

“I made a joke.” “A not-funny joke.” “Yeah, well, do you know what I'm making now?” “A fuss?” “An exit.” 

12. Ice Cream (Reprise) - She Loves Me

“Hello. I'm Clara Oswald. I'm a bit tricky, sometimes a bit up myself, but I think that's basically everything you need to worry about.”

“Hello.  I’m...I’m sorry.”

 “Also, I mouth off when I'm nervous and I've got a mouth on me. Seriously, it's got a mind of its own. I’m really worried it wants to go solo.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything.  Or say something nice.”

13. Valley Forge (Demo) - Lin-Manuel Miranda (The Hamilton Mixtape)

"You loved the army.” "Yep. And then one day I didn't.” 

“When did you get to become so wise?” “Same way as anyone else. I had a really bad day.”

Danny has memories he’d rather forget.

14. An Open Letter (feat. Shockwave) - Watsky (The Hamilton Mixtape)

“Look, take him away. Shut him up, shut him down. Up or down, it doesn't matter to me. I've got a lot of work to do. Again. “ “Will you be okay?” "Why wouldn't I be okay? I was fine till you two blundered in.”

"How stupid do you think I am?” 

"I'm willing to put a number on it.” 

“Well, is there anything I can do?” 

“Yes. Yes, and this is very, very important. Leave us alone!”

“When this is all over, you can finish the job.”  “How do you mean?”  “Well, you've explained me to him. You haven't explained him to me.”

15. Enough - In The Heights

“Now, Time Lords, do you salute those?” “Definitely not...And you can get out of my Tardis!” “Immediately, sir.” “Doctor, this is stupid, this is unfair!”

“Do you love him?”

“No.”

“Really had enough with the lies.”

“Not in that way.”

“If he ever pushes you too far, I want you to tell me, because I know what that's like. You'll tell me if that happens, yeah?” “Yeah, it's a deal.” “No. It's a promise.” “Okay. I promise.” 

Clara is soooo over it.  And so is Danny.

16. Sunrise - In The Heights

“I am so…” 

“I know.” 

“And I just get nervous.” 

“Me too.” 

“I don't even know what I'm nervous of…”

“I'll show you. So, listen. If you listen to nothing else, listen to this...” 

17. Ain’t It Fun – Paramore

“There are moments in every civilization's history in which the whole path of that civilization is decided... Whatever future humanity might have depends upon the choice that is made right here and right now... Kill it. Or let it live. I can't make this decision for you.”

18. Get Gone - Fiona Apple

Don't you dare lump me in with the rest of all the little humans that you think are so tiny and silly and predictable. You walk our Earth, Doctor, you breathe our air. And you can damn well help us when we need it. 

Go on. You can clear off. Get back in your lonely, your lonely bloody Tardis and you don't come back. 

19. There’s a Fine, Fine Line - Avenue Q

“I'm done, I'm done. I am finished with it...It's over. I'm finished with him, and I told him that. What is that face for? Why don't you believe me?” “Because you're still angry. You can never finish with anyone while they can still make you angry.” 

20. A Hymn To Him - My Fair Lady

“No, that was me allowing you to make a choice about your own future. That was me respecting you.” “Oh, my God, really? Was it? Yeah, well, respected is not how I feel.” “Right... Okay...”

“Human emotions are confusing.” - Twelve (probably)*

*Note: for the purposes of this playlist, you can just replace “woman” with “human” and “man” with “timelord” for this song (Henry Higgins’  many issues in My Fair Lady is a discussion for another day);  For all it’s faults,  I can’t think of another song that exemplifies the whole “emotions confuse me” vibe as well as this one ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

21. The Party’s Over - Leslie Odom Jr.

“I just thought this would be a good one to...” 

“To end it. Yeah. It is. It's a good choice. A good one to end on.”

22. Don’t Wait Too Long - Tony Bennett

“To our last hurrah.” “Our last, yeah. I mean, it's not like I'm never going to see you again.” “Isn't it?” “Is it?” “I thought that's what you wanted.”

23. Style - Taylor Swift

“Was that Danny? What did he want?” “He's fine with it.” “Sorry..?” “Danny. He's fine with the idea of me and you knocking about... Oh, to hell with the last hurrah. Let's keep going...I've had a wobble. It's a big wobble, but it's fine... Now, shut up and give me some planets.”

“You can't really tell if something's an addiction till you try and give it up.”

24. You’ll Be Back – Hamilton

“Now, that was surprising. And I love surprises.”

Missy anticipates her return.

25. I Think I’m In Love With You - Jessica Simpson

“Okay, before all of that. Before all of the stuff That I did wrong… I love you.” 

“Danny, I love you. And you are the last person who's ever going to hear me say that.”

26. Without You – Rent

“It's a terrible thing. Just a terrible, terrible thing.” “It wasn't terrible...It was boring.” “Boring?” “It was ordinary. People just kept walking with their iPods and their shopping bags. He was alive, and then he was dead and it was nothing. Like stepping off a bus.” “He deserved better. And so did you.” “I don't deserve anything. Nobody deserves anything. But I am owed better. I am owed.”

27. No Good Deed – Wicked

“Danny Pink. Is dead.” “And?” “And fix it. Change it. Change what happened. Save him. Bring him back.”

“One last chance. And I don't care about the rules, I don't give a damn about paradoxes. Save Danny. Bring him back or I swear you will never step inside your TARDIS again.” 

28. Blank Space - Taylor Swift

“Hello. I hope you're well. How may I assist you with your death?”

“Who are you?” “You know who I am. I told you. You felt it. Surely you did.” “Two hearts.” “And both of them yours.”

“Oh, you know who I am. I'm Missy.” “Who's Missy?” “Please, try to keep up. Short for Mistress. Well, I couldn't very well keep calling myself the Master, now could I?”

29. Coin-Operated Boy - The Dresden Dolls

 “You see, Doctor? The power to slaughter whole worlds at a time, then make them do a safety briefing. Everyone who ever lived, man, woman and child, is now at my command. An indestructible army to rage across the universe. The more they kill, the more they recruit. Happy birthday.”

“All of this. All of it, just to give me an army?” “Well, I don't need one, do I? Armies are for people who think they're right. And nobody thinks they're righter than you. Give a good man firepower, and he'll never run out of people to kill.”

“Why are you doing this?” “I need you to know we're not so different. I need my friend back.” 

30. Who Am I? - Les Misérables

“I really didn't know. I wasn't sure. You lose sight sometimes. Thank you! I am not a good man! I am not a bad man. I am not a hero. And I'm definitely not a president. And no, I'm not an officer. Do you know what I am? I am an idiot, with a box and a screwdriver. Just passing through, helping out, learning. I don't need an army. I never have, because I've got them. Always them. Because love, it's not an emotion. Love is a promise.  And he will never hurt her.” 

31. History Has Its Eyes On You – Hamilton

“This is not a good day. This is Earth's darkest hour. And look at you miserable lot. We are the Fallen. But today, we shall rise. The army of the dead will save the land of the living. This is not the order of a general, nor the whim of a lunatic. This is a promise. The promise of a soldier!”

32. Unworthy of Your Love – Assassins

“Ten zero eleven, zero zero by zero two” “What did you say?” “The current coordinates of Gallifrey. It's returned to it's original location. Didn't you ever think to look?” “You are lying!” “We can, we can go together, just you and me. Just like the old days.” “You'd be clapped in irons.” “If you like.”

“Seriously. Oh, Doctor. To save her soul? But who, my dear, will save yours? Say something nice. Please?” “You win.” “I know.”

33. For Good – Wicked

“Me and Danny, we are going to be fine. Don't you worry. You go home. Go home. Go be a king or something.” “Yeah, I might do that.” “Or queen, you know. Whatever.” “Yeah, queen, that would be good too.”

“Doctor? Travelling with you made me feel really special. Thank you for that. Thank you for making me feel special.” “Thank you for exactly the same.”

Last Christmas

34. Little Saint Nick – The Beach Boys

“Hello? Doctor? You know it can't end like that. What do you want for Christmas?”

Here comes Santa Claus.

35. One Last Time – Hamilton

“Five minutes. You can miss me for five minutes a day. And you'd better do it properly. You'd better be sad. I expect my five. But all the rest of the time, Clara, all the rest of the time, every single second, you just get the hell on with it. Clear?”

“...When I wake up, you won't be there.” 

“Do you know why people get together at Christmas? Because every time they do, it might be the last time. Every Christmas is last Christmas, and this is ours... But now it's time to wake up.” 

36. When You’re Home – In The Heights

“No one ever matched up to Danny, eh?” “There was one other man, but that would never have worked out.” “Why not?” “He was impossible.” 

“The TARDIS is outside.” “So?” “So, all of time and all of space is sitting out there. A big blue box. Please, don't even argue.” 

“Merry Christmas, Doctor.” “Merry Christmas, Clara Oswald.”