#and sebastian will get to win and enjoy his meal

[butlers-and-maids]

each day we grow closer to the end

[citrus-writing]

yandere Sebastian

Sebastian- 

Manipulative, secretive, stalkerish, 

He wants to control all aspects of your life, he wants to make all of your meals (depending, he might insist on cutting your food himself, feeding you by hand, etc) he picks out all of your clothes (and dresses/ undresses you) he does your hair. He is sure to always do these things to your liking (clothes you enjoy wearing, food you like, hairstyles that suit you and are comfortable, etc) he does care about your comfort, but more so, he cares that you’re compliant 

He wants you to be with him at all times, and if he has to be away, he wants you in the manor, despite it all, he does trust ciel and the other servants. Not to mention, they think so highly of him, they’d never question him or his orders.  

Wont shy away from punishments (but will try everything before physically hurting you)(starts with a reprimand, then you lose certain privileges, then he’ll lock you up and isolate you, then he’ll resort to eliminating your loved ones, then, and only then, will he resort to actually hurting you) 

With his silver tongue he can manipulate you easily, especially if you have bonds with the others in the manor, cause even if you don't care about him, he’ll guilt you with everyone else (he will absolutely bring up how everyone’s counting on you, how they’d be crushed if you left, how ciel has next to no one he can count on) if he can make you stay in the manor, winning you over will be easy 

He doesn't mind you being friends with the others in the manor, he knows they know their place. Not to mention, they’ll report back to him on everything you do or say. He truly has eyes and ears everywhere. 

Escaping him would be impossible. Not only is he a supernatural being, who has shown to be unstoppable in all fields, but if you were to get away, he’d always find you. And truthfully, after one escape attempt certain rights you will never get back. (ex, before escaping, you were allowed to wander the grounds, now, if your not with him, your confined to your room) 

He will absolutely force affection on you- a arm around your waist, his hand over yours, you will be expected to kiss him if he asks. Also, don't wander too far from him, even if it’s done without bad intentions, he’ll not be happy. 

Ask before you do things! He’s a demon, a higher being, and he wants to be treated like it. You can earn major points this way, but you’ll probably never be able to trick him. Asking him to pick your clothes, do your hair, or make you a certain meal may seem like an inconvenience, but he loves knowing you rely on him. He’s more capable than a human could ever dream to be. 

He doesn't mind rewarding good behavior- if you’re affectionate and listen to him, he loves to dote on you. He is a butler afterall, so acts of service is his love language. 

You never have to lift a finger, and he prefers you don't. You can keep your hobbies, but chores or working is out of the question. 

[sebastiansallcw]

Could you pls write a fic about Sebastian and f!reader (slytherin) and their first kiss! :))))

such a cute request!! thank you for sending it!! wc: 1100+ warnings: fluff and kissing

Winter approached Hogwarts quicker than Y/N expected. Her sweaters failing to keep her frame warm, her Slytherin robe crossed over her body to retain any heat possible. After a duel of Summoner’s Court, she found her teeth chattering and skin icy to touch. Some of her opponents ridiculed her at the sight of her tucking her knees into her chest, as she watched others play their round. Y/N didn’t have enough energy in her to make a snide remark about how she was still able to win despite her frigid state.

Y/N only had one thing on her mind, sitting on the couch near the fireplace in her common room. She hoped most students would be out playing in the snow or studying for their classes to give her some space. Perhaps she also had Sebastian Sallow on her mind. 

Just a friend. All he would ever be–it’s been years since she developed a crush on him, but it never went anywhere. Just longing looks and pangs of jealousy when she saw him chatting up some Hufflepuff, leaning against the wall. 

As she made her way back to the Slytherin common room, she saw Sebastian sitting by the fireplace, right where she wanted to be. His long legs stretched out in front of him, his eyes fixed on the flames. Y/N walked up to him, hoping to warm herself up by the fire and enjoy his company. 

She always did. 

Sebastian turned when he heard footsteps approaching. His eyes brightened up at the sight of her. Sebastian would be damned if Y/N never got sorted into Slytherin, as emerald green complimented her so well–let alone, they could share moments together like these. He knew how to talk to everyone, how to swoon their hearts, but with Y/N? It’s like the cat got his tongue with her.  

"Hey, Y/N," he said, patting the spot next to him on the couch. "Come sit with me."

Y/N didn’t need much convincing, she did want to spend time with Sebastian–but she didn’t want to waste time developing her crush. She didn’t need to get butterflies around the boy, she didn’t need to get distracted by him during their classes. But the warmth of the fire was calling her and she found herself sitting down next to him. 

The two sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth of the fire. She could feel her skin absorbing all the warmth possible. Y/N stole a glance at Sebastian, noticing how the firelight flickered against his features. He had way too many freckles to count. She found herself unable to look away, admiring all his features.

“You’re staring, L/N.” He mused, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards. “What’re you thinking about?” Sebastian always had a way of teasing her, but bringing her back to reality. She wouldn’t believe that Sebastian actually cared about her–but he did.

Why wouldn’t he?

Y/N shook her head, trying to snap out of it. Luckily the warmth of the fire concealed the rush of blood to her face. She tried to conjure up an excuse, but nothing logical came to mind. She doubted he’d care about how a chinese chopping cabbage bit her leg and had Professor Garlick menangle it off.  

"Nothing, just enjoying the warmth," she said.

Sebastian nodded, not quite believing her. Now it was his turn to admire her, the way she watched the fire intently. Ominis teased him about Y/N relentlessly–did he focus in class today? Did he purposely show up to class early just to sit outside to small talk with her? Or made sure that she sat beside him during Great Hall meals–despite never engaging in a conversation beyond small talk.

Y/N glanced back over at Sebastian, a mischievous glint in his eyes. She knew that he was up to something. It was the same look he would give Ominis in class, or before he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt before a duel. 

Sebastian scooted closer to Y/N, their shoulders brushing together and his hand resting beside her thigh. Y/N always admired the way his hands looked. She could feel the heat radiating off of him and it made her heart skip a beat. Y/N resisted the urge of snuggling more into his side, smelling his cologne. She tried to concentrate on the fire in front of them instead, but her mind kept wandering to the close proximity of their bodies.

"Are you cold, Y/N?" Sebastian asked, his voice low and smooth, almost as if it came out as a whisper. Y/N nodded, feeling her cheeks flush at the concern in his voice. He reached over and pulled his Slytherin robe off his shoulders, draping it over hers.

"Thanks," Y/N murmured, feeling the warmth of his robe and his body heat enveloping her. She leaned her head back against the couch, closing her eyes for a moment. Sebastian's hand brushed against hers and she opened her eyes, looking over at him. He was gazing at her with an intensity that made her heart race.

"Y/N," he said softly, his hand still touching hers. "I've been wanting to do this for a while now." And before she could even comprehend what he meant, Sebastian leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

As their lips met, Y/N could feel the warmth of Sebastian's breath mingling with hers. His lips were soft and gentle, moving against hers with a tantalizingly slow rhythm. She could feel his hand cradling the back of her neck, his fingers threading through her hair. Sebastian's other hand moved to rest on her waist, pulling her closer to him. Y/N could feel the heat of his body through the layers of clothing as he deepened the kiss, his tongue lightly brushing against her bottom lip.

The kiss was slow and passionate, as if they were savoring each moment. Y/N could feel the electricity building between them, the intensity of their feelings for each other being poured into the kiss. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster as they kissed, her body humming with desire.

As they pulled away, Sebastian rested his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged and staring at her with a look of wonder and adoration. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," he whispered, his hand stroking her cheek. "I've always fancied you, Y/N."

“And I’ve always fancied you,” She whispered.

Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing. All this time, she had been harboring a crush on him, and he felt the same way. She leaned in and kissed him again, this time with a passion, a desire. The fire crackled behind them as they kissed, their bodies pressed together in a warm embrace. 

[stardropsaloongossiptrain]

Bachelor/ettes and Cooking

Gonna rank how I think the marriage candidates would do in the kitchen

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Bachelors:

Elliott -- it takes a while, but once the man has a real kitchen at his disposal and some encouragement to try, I think he would really enjoy cooking and could be very good at it! I HC him as growing up in a wealthy home where he probably wasn't allowed to cook for himself, and then the cabin has nothing... but he remembers dishes he really enjoyed. I like to think he starts cooking just trying to help out once he moves to the farm, and there is DEF a learning curve... but there's a master chef hiding in there. I can feel it.

Alex -- you do not grow up with Grannie Evelyn and not learn how to cook. Impossible. Now, he's not a fancy chef by any means, but he can make a meal without issue. If you get this man a grill, he will 1000% become Grill Master, Kiss the Cook apron wearing Grill Dad. Also, though he rarely does it, he can bake up a storm. Generally only bakes for birthdays.

Harvey -- He can cook, but only cooks healthy meals. He will need to be taught that it's okay to season your food. Brown rice, steamed veggies, and plain tofu/ chicken breasts type guy. Otherwise, it's pre-packaged frozen food. Maybe he can get better w/ encouragement but he's always going to be checking portions and making sure you eat plenty of fruits and vegetables and watch your sodium intake. The most likely bachelor to be vegetarian/ be willing to go vegetarian. Gets nauseated if he's preparing meat.

Shane -- Mid-tier like Harvey, but even though he's had kitchen access he rarely feels like cooking. He knows what seasoning is-- his usual cooking style is the exact opposite of Harvey, mostly family recipes. All flavor, calorie count who?? Loves making food covered in cheese, sauce, or gravy. His chili would win awards, but he only makes it once a year.

Sam -- He could keep himself alive if the box has directions. Anything more complicated than boxed mac and cheese, though, and he gets a little lost. Can help YOU in the kitchen very well, but to be honest he would rather be doing something more exciting.

Sebastian -- The only one who is a worse cook than him is Abigail. He is NOT allowed in the kitchen even to watch. Could burn iced tea.

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Bachelorettes

Emily -- Oldest sister + working at the Saloon added together means she's definitely going to be a decent cook, but she genuinely enjoys cooking. She loves to experiment with different cultural dishes. She only cooks vegetarian or vegan dishes.

Penny -- She's pretty self sufficient. I don't think she knows too many recipes, but she enjoys experimenting if she moves to the farmhouse. She's very adapt at stretching a budget, and I think she would enjoy making jams/ pickles. Not the big amount the farmer does, but small batches in special flavors.

Leah -- She's a simple cook. She prefers raw dishes, or things like buddha bowls. A lot of texture and flavor. Loves using herbs and edibles from foraging locally. Leans vegetarian but doesn't mind fish from time to time.

Maru -- Maru is proficient at cooking, but I think takes after her dad too much and is very nutrient focused vs what actually makes a good meal. Occasionally makes questionable decisions in the name of efficiency. Could go from making some sort of casserole if busy w/ a project to Extremely Experimental if she has the time. No in between.

Haley -- I considered putting her higher but no. She has rarely if ever had to cook for herself before, so if she's at the farmhouse she will be surprised if you expect her to do anything in the kitchen. Eventually I think she could be fine. It's not hard. She just hates doing dishes. Enjoys baking somewhat, especially w/ Alex.

Abigail -- She eats rocks as a snack and thinks if you just crank the oven to 600 for fifteen minutes it's better than 350 for an hour. Her stomach is alien to this world. Can and will eat anything without issue.

[janeicethesiren]

Hot take: The Woobification of Sebastian and O!Ciel-How Beauty Clouds Judgement

Hey guys, it’s me again and I can’t sleep. I have another hot take to share! Once again, please don’t take this too seriously, I’m just talking.

So, I just want to start off by saying that I totally get it. I mean it! We’ve been following these characters for years and we’ve gotten so invested in there stories and we can’t help but want them to win, you know? It’s human nature to want to root for the underdog in some ways. And, O!Ciel kinda fits the mold of underdog when you consider his backstory.

But, and this is my opinion, Ciel and Sebastian are NOT the underdogs. And I can’t help but think that if they both weren’t so pretty, you’d see a lot less people excusing their behavior or rooting for them.

I should also stress that I’m not talking about the people who look at these characters through a complex lense, I’m more so talking about people who are insistent that O!Ciel and Sebastian are good people/not evil.

Like I said, I get it and I empathize with the kid, but the kid is a BASTARD. He has progressively become an awful, awful person and that’s the POINT. And I can’t help but find it boring when people try to strip that away from him.

People feel bad for O!Ciel because he’s been through a lot, which yeah he definitely has. And people are mad at R!Ciel for standing against him and at Lizzy for turning on him, at least for now.

And, again, I kinda get it because we’ve been with O!Ciel for so long and it’s natural to root for him. But, O!Ciel is not the good guy! Lol what’s happening right now is that he’s currently being forced to face the consequences of his own actions. Which, let’s be honest, he wasn’t expecting to ever have to do because of his personal countdown death clock, Sebastian.

I can understand why he told those lies, especially at the beginning. But there’s no excuse for them anymore. He should have BEEN told everyone the truth. Would it have been easy? Of course not. But it would’ve been the right thing to do. While it’s understandable why he did what he did, he still took away his family’s ability to grieve and R!Ciel’s ability to rest, at least in my opinion.

Also, I think it’s important to note that, after a point, O!Ciel started to ENJOY being Ciel. So much so that he’s willing to fight the real Ciel for his own name. Which is absurd when you think about it!

His family absolutely ain’t shit for not only not noticing the difference, but also not doing anything to step in and really be there for that boy. But again, that’s part of the point of what Yana is trying to say in that upperclass Victorian society is/and was depraved, shallow, and mostly evil.

O!Ciel may have been thinking of the others when he made his initial decision but the decision was still selfish. I think that it’s ok to say that; while yes, he suffered from heavy survivors guilt and truly thought that his family would prefer for R!Ciel to come back (and unfortunately he wasn’t wrong), he still, if only subconsciously, wanted the power, prestige, and access that R!Ciel’s name carried.

He LIKES being Ciel now and loathes his old name and position. He LIKES the power, the access, the maneuverability, hurting people when they get in his way, killing those who wronged him, the security of Sebastian’s presence, the ability to make his dream come true (made a lot easier with Ciel’s name), the dark mind games he plays with people. ALL OF IT. He loves it and that’s the POINT.

And Sebastian is a demon. Yes we all know that, that’s not news. However, I still feel like we give the man (entity, whatever) too much credit a lot of the time. Again, mostly because he’s pretty.

Is it possible that he grew to care for O!Ciel in someway? Sure! And I do believe he legitimately has a lot of respect for O!Ciel. But I honestly think it’s more likely that the bastard is hungry and the current events are making him worried that he’ll end up being killed or losing his meal in the end. I don’t think it’s impossible or too much of a stretch to say that he’s grown fond of O!Ciel in someways, but best believe that child is food. Yana even outright says that Sebastian LOVES to see Ciel suffer! Only it’s not so fun when Sebastian is also suffering too, lol he’s a narcissist.

TLDR: It makes sense why people root for O!Ciel and Sebastian. But I think we give these two way too much credit sometimes and there’s an over abundance of people trying to absolve them both of their evil. They are both garbage (lovable garbage!) that are currently facing the consequences of (mostly Ciel’s) actions. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. Please don’t kill me.

[kittenfangirl20]

(Some ideas I have been throwing around for the Adamsapple Little Mermaid or merman in this case since Adam will be Ariel)

*Lucifer was still obsessed with finding whoever it was that saved his from drowning, but he was also drawn to the young mute man he found at the beach earlier that day, his long hair had been cut to a more fashionable short length and was a lovely shade of brown, his skin had a light tan to it and his frame was a lean yet muscular build of a swimmer, but what truly caught Lucifer’s attention was the eyes, they were a hypnotic shade of gold, but Lucifer was determined to find who saved him and he knew the one who saved him had a voice, a beautiful voice that haunted his dreams, he smiled when he saw Charlie ran up to the guest, his little girl was so friendly to everyone, while he never regretted having Charlie as his child, he regretted marrying her mother, a mysterious woman named Lilith who suddenly appeared, seduced him, married him, had a child with him, and just as mysteriously disappeared when she got bored, Charlie ran over to the mystery guest, Adam, and tugged on his shirt*

Charlie: Are you the one who saved dad?

*Charlie remembered her nanny taking her out on the beach and she heard a song, she ran over to see merman with a golden tail singing to her dad who was passed out on the beach, even though this man’s hair was short instead of long like it had been on that day, she instantly recognized him, Adam knelt down with an enchanting smile and nodded at the young girl*

Charlie: Where is your pretty gold tail?

*she reached over and pat one of Adam’s legs wondering why he had them instead of the shimmery gold tail, Adam didn’t know if he could truly explain the deal he made with the sea witch Lilith where he only had three days to win Lucifer’s heart and get a kiss of true love from the young king, Adam already loved Lucifer with all of his heart, he just hoped that he could get Lucifer to feel the same way or else he would be transformed into one of those disgusting little polyps that Lilith kept in her garden, tears stung his eyes thinking about never being free again and stuck in that hideous form, to keep himself from crying he looked over at Lucifer which Charlie noticed*

Charlie: You love dad and gave up your tail so you can marry him?

*Adam sadly nodded hoping that his mother Sera was wrong about humans being heartless creatures who could never truly love anything, just then Charlie’s nanny Rosie walked over to them*

Rosie: Dinner is ready.

*Adam sat between Lucifer and Charlie as a large platter of ribs covered in BBQ sauce was brought out, Adam watched the food being served and watched how Lucifer was eating this new meal, Adam picked up one of the ribs and took a bite, he never had anything so delicious in his life, the meat was tender and he really enjoyed the sweet and tangy sauce covering this new meat he got to try, he started to really tear into the rib meat and blushed when he saw Lucifer smiling at him*

Lucifer: I should tell my chef that the ribs really pleased our new guest, he wanted to try out something new. I must say it is nice to try out something new that isn’t some type of seafood.

*Adam looked over at the handsome man wishing that he could tell him that he was the one who saved him and that he came here because he loved him and even before he knew Lucifer existed, he wanted to be a human and explore the world that created such amusing items*

Ariel: Adam

Eric: Lucifer

Ursula: Lilith

Flotsam and Jetsam: Alastor (though he will be combined into both)

Flouner: Eve (unlike most stories I make, Adam and Eve will just be childhood friends)

Sebastian: Lute (though her role will be a royal guard over an advisor)

Triton: Sera

Ariel’s sibling: Emily (just wanted to keep it to one sibling)

Carlotta: Rosie (she will act as a maid and Charlie’s nanny in this)

(I thought it would be interesting to have Lilith be both Ursula and Lucifer’s ex wife who seduced Lucifer because she was bored and found him handsome, like when she decides become more proactive, she basically comes up to demand Lucifer take her back while Adam is trying to figure out how to tell Lucifer that his ex wife is a dangerous sea witch who never loved him, I also would love to have a scene where Adam gets to try the ribs he loves in the canon series so much)

[xxsycamore]

𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢⁉️

↬ 💢 The residents get back at Dazai for the prank he pulled on them last April Fools' Day... or at least they try?

Dazai Osamu x MC ; featuring also Theo, Vincent, Isaac, Comte, Leonardo, Sebastian, Napoleon, Jean, Shakespeare, Mozart, Arthur • rating: G • tags: Pranks; Humor; Crack; Cursed ending • wordcount: 1, 498 • masterlist

a/n: It's Dazai's and Clavis' favorite day of the year! Special thanks to @aquagirl1978 and to everyone else who shared their prank ideas! Enjoy!

read last year's fic here! - DOOR BROKEN - USE OTHER DOOR

"Can't we just go have dinner like normal people already?!"

A cacophony of ten people shushing Isaac fills the mansion's foyer. As if gathered to watch a play at the theater, all residents concentrate their gazes on the…big doors of the entrance. Which is not the most interesting thing to watch, next to maybe watching paint dry, but Isaac keeps those thoughts to himself, not wanting to be scolded again.

Theo is seated down at the second step of the stairs, hammer in hand. He was the most enthusiastic one about putting their plan into action, having worked the hardest to made it true. Meaning, he nailed up half of the mansion's windows, leaving the other half to the others. Which included having to prevent some from moving Mozart's piano to block the piano room's floor-length windows, just because it's easier that way.

The plan? It's simple. After last year's broken door fiasco, it's time to get back at Dazai.

Last April 1st, a certain mischievous purple haired writer (and his partner in crime, MC, that noone is mad at, because, well, she is MC. They suspect she was bribed somehow) decided it would be fun if he put a sign DOOR BROKEN - USE OTHER DOOR on each and every entrance of the mansion, thus making ten men resort to climbing up through the window in order to get inside - and in the process, having them commit the most infamous Dazai crime there is, becoming no different than him.

This time, the tables have turned.

"The tables… oh, messieurs, how about I bring the dining table here, in the foyer? I'd hate to make you wait for your meals."

Unlike Isaac, Sebastian is not aggressively shushed by the rest of the people in the room. But much like them, his desire to watch the historical event of master Dazai entering through the door (diary at the ready - what diary? Noone sees a diary. There's no diary) wins the battle against his reasonable thinking process. They have to put a hand on his shoulder and comfort him that it's ok, and the table can remain where it, is in the dining room.

Theo fidgets with the hammer, as if preparing to swing it with full strength at the door, the moment it opens.

At some point, MC rushes in from the kitchen along with Vincent, holding out large bowls of popcorn to the others.

"What if he got kidnapped?" MC munches worriedly on her popcorn, staring at the door.

"Nah, what is he, an otome game protagonist? He's fine."

Theo nods, agreeing with Arthur. It's truly heartwarming to see them bonding in their shared hate for Dazai. In moments like those, it seems like Theo hates Dazai even more than he hates Shakespeare - who is by the way also invited to witness the spectacle, and Theo is not at his throat, which is quite something.

MC shakes her head, their questionable dynamics are not what's important right now.

"You're all too cruel… what if he never returns home again?"

…

"What if he never returns home again?" she repeats.

…

"You hate him THAT much?!"

MC sighs, shoving more popcorn in her mouth. She thinks of the good times spend with Dazai… well, they're not many, but…

***

Another hour passes by, seeing the residents playing card games sprawled at the top of the stairs. Leonardo is napping nearby in Comte's lap, the latter reading a book. He even bought his coquettish little binoculars he uses when at the opera, just to witness better the moment when his naughty child enters the mansion. Sebastian is wiping the stairs' railing, the squeaking sound of the rag being the only background noise in the foyer.

Isaac hugs his legs, leaning against the nearby wall, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Do you remember when Dazai brought a living chicken into the mansion?"

"Man, that was some good soup."

"Monsieur Napoleon, I'm sorry to inform you but that chicken never got cooked."

"What, you lied?"

"I had to teach him a lesson. Who knows what animal he would've returned with, next time."

"You have a point. But hey, what about that one time when he swapped everyone's pets from their rooms? I think he was just trying to cheer us up."

"Theo ended up traumatized by finding a cat on his bed." Arthur reminds sharply.

Theo grips the hammer in one hand, continuing to hold his cards in the other.

"Well, yes… but it's the thought that matters, no?"

"Once he sneaked up in the university and gave all my students apples, so I ended up having my whole desk buried in apples…"

Isaac scratches the back of his neck, hiding the hint of nostalgia that came with the memory. The gesture was a little sweet despite everything, but still, he won't forgive the writer for doing that!

"He stole my eyepatch once."

Everyone goes quiet. The unspeakable.

"Seems like he's done something bad to all of us, huh…"

"That's why he deserves to be publicly embarrassed by entering through the door. Get your minds right."

"But Theo! We're too cruel to him! He might truly never return home, and then all those memories…"

A couple of heavy sighs resonate through the spacious room. If there is something holding the ability to soothe Theo's temper, it has to be Vincent - and those words are a little too hard to gulp down.

Theo turns the hammer in his grip, its claws facing forward. He gets up on his feet.

"Okay, okay, fine. Let's get those windows open and go have dinner or something. I have better things to do anyway."

Then, suddenly, the entrance door opens.

Everyone turns their attention to the place, Comte grabs his fancy little binoculars, Theo turns the hammer the other way around (with no real intentions of throwing it, hopefully).

A man clad in a tuxedo suit walks in, his polished shoes producing few thuds against the glossy flooring as he casually enters and then turns to close the door behind him, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Wait, it IS the most natural thing in the world.

"D-Dazai? Is that you?"

Dazai turns in the direction of the voice, hand moving to slip inside his hakama out of habit, and when not finding it there, he opts for crossing his arms in front of his chest instead.

"MC? Oh, everyone else is here too? Is something the matter?"

"Why the hell are you dressed like that, you clown?! And why are you walking through the door as if it's nothing? Where's the look of defeat on your face?!"

"My, my, Theodorus! Why, where should I enter the mansion from, if not the door? Where do you enter from, Theodorus?"

"Did he just say his full name?!"

"Do you find something strange about me calling him by his full name, Isaac?"

"ISAAC? WASN'T I APPLE-KUN TO YOU? WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT?"

"Apple-kun? Do you prefer I call you that, instead? Because you love apples that much?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

"He clearly hit his head somewhere. Maybe if we hit him again he'll go back to normal."

"No, no, gentlemen! I haven't hit my head anywhere! I'm simply a changed man since today. I wanted to surprise you all by entering through the door tonight, thinking that sadly noone would be around to witness… but look at you all lined up to see me! What an honor!"

"He even combed back his bangs… is this really our Dazai?"

Arthur blinks, then points a finger at Dazai. "Chap, you're telling us that we didn't have to spend all day nailing up the windows?!"

"You've done…that? What other mischief have you been up to, since I was gone? Tsk, tsk."

Arthur is about to have an aneurysm. And he's not alone.

"Let's just go eat."

"Yeah."

The foyer that was full of people just a second ago is now all empty save for Dazai and MC, the former still not quite getting what is happening - or rather, pretending to be confused, while secretly feeling so satisfied with himself he could rip his suit apart and start running around. He hasn't had that much fun in awhile. But he won't break character so soon.

And the latter, standing there out of genuine confusion with whatever just happened; but also…

"I'm glad you're okay, Dazai-kun."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

MC hugs Dazai, not really feeling it necessary to answer his question.

"This suit looks good on you too…"

Alternative cursed ending:

"My! I should wear it more often, then."

***

"You've done…that? What other mischief have you been up to since I was gone? Tsk, tsk."

Dazai shakes his head in pretended disappointment, but then suddenly gasps.

"So, all windows are unable to be opened right now?"

"That's right."

…

"It would be VERY bad if someone were to fart right now."

"NO"

"NO"

"NO"

"NO"

"NO"

"NO"

"NO"

"NO"

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Ahh just two things, I love your blog so much :)! I’d love to see what you think the bachelor's parenting styles would be like? And also you’ve been spelling Elliott's name wrong D:

Oh god I keep forgetting the second t in his name don’t I 😂😅 entirely my bad I gotta get better at checking my spelling lol I kept having to go back and respell Haley’s name for a bit too 😂 I’ll go fix that lmao, also thank you!! I enjoy writing these little blurbs and stuff, and interacting with y’all! Also reading tags y’all leave on reblogs gives me so much joy cause some are so funny, most of it’s written at like five am cause sleep evades me lol

Alright! Parenting styles!

Elliott: he strikes me as a very gentle parent, he doesn’t like to give timeouts unless absolutely necessary since he always feels bad, especially if your kids only a toddler still since Theyer only learning right from wrong and it’s all brand new, he would love to read with your kid and colour pictures with them, he definitely loves doing bedtime with them because thats when the most stories are read! Also loves taking them to the beach to play in the sand or swim for a bit

Harvey: I don’t think he really knows what he’s doing to well, honestly it’s all a learning curve for him but with doing comes learning and he sure can learn, he’ll make healthy meals and a large variety of snacks for your kids and always takes them on walks, he’s the best when it comes to little ouchies and booboos like scraped knees or paper cuts, always has colorful little bandaids on hand for them! Cute little junimo themed ones and woodland creatures, will panic if they break a bone or something serious though, kids can be quite clumsy

Sam: he’s definitely a cool dad, he’s teaching your kids to skateboard and play guitar, feeding them pizza and joja cola. You have to inform him they can’t live off of those things and teach him how to make healthy foods and snacks for the kids but he picks up on it pretty easy, will probably call his mom for advice more then once but she’s always happy to help

Sebastian: he’s not entirely clueless in the baby department since he was around when maru was a baby, he likes to play games with them, teaches them how to play video games when They’re older so he can have a player two, also gets them into solarian chronicles, he’s the ultimate cool dad, will buy your kid a sword (probably a few honestly, it’s a collection they have together now) won’t however let your kids in the mines because he’s heard your stories of what’s down there and he doesn’t want them to get hurt

Shane: he’s been around jas a lot, he’s definitely applying whatever skills he’s gained from that to his own kid, loves to get them new toys. They have a whole Lego chicken coop complete with Lego chickens that they put together as a bonding activity. He does not know how to cook very many things but he will try, he doesn’t want to be seen as useless so he’s definitely putting in the effort! He asks you to teach him how to cook and how to put together cute snack plates (he definitely has those little shape cutouts for veggies so he can make little cucumber flowers and carrot bunny’s for your kids).

Alex: definitely an active parent, literally. Loves taking the kids on jogs and walks through town, will 100% use your toddler as a weight while he’s doing squats, just holds them on his shoulders the whole time, they think it’s hilarious and he gets in a workout, it’s a win win. If your kid wants to help him make breakfast he’s thrilled, tells them all about the nutrition and how it helps with the farm work and keeps your muscles fed and happy, of course he doesn’t deny the kid of sweets either, it’s all about balance,

[abybweisse]

I’m sorry if you’ve already talked about this, you have a lot of plot analysis posts 😅

i’m rereading black butler

This is from mangadex but in my paper version (french) the italian’s dude name is Claus (without the h), also I enjoy knowing that Ciel not growing is actually an important factor in the series

What i wanted to know your opinion about was the interpretation of this, well, not interpretation since I already read some of your mother3 predictions but like… idk? Enjoy this hidden baiting about the upcoming from the very first chapter, here they were talking about the mouse3 game that Claus brought for Ciel and now, ciel says in my version that he will reward Claus for the game if the game is worth a reward (this reminds me of that chapter when ciel and sebastian settled the conditions for the contract and ciel said something like “it’s normal to pay for things”), what Claus says is not that “kids can handle” he says that for Ciel “games don’t last long” and then he says that Ciel has grown the biggest toy company which is impressive for his age (toys - games, you see the correlation) but this will probably end up badly

In french he uses the verb for eating (even though there’s another verb like gouter which is more about tasting)

Also this, the theme with eating has been pretty obvious, even in the anime where Senastian was cooking fancy meals every day (the ost started to play inside my head)

Ciel loves sweets and Sebastian never shies (shy?) away from expressing his desire to eat Ciel’s soul, and now my question

What’s your opinion (personal and mother3 if they differ) about Ciel’s past actions (I’m really sorry if you answered this already 🙏)

Is Ciel’s soul this alluring for Sebastian because he is rotten for choosing to be selfish? Or he’s rather brave and we’ll know in the future the whole meaning behind the boy’s actions and thoughts?

Wow 😮 they really let you send long asks now. 😅

Why our earl's soul?

I think that's the main question here, but correct me if I missed something.

My opinion about this differs from Mother3 theory, but not entirely. First, I'll get Mother3 out of the way: (shy, nervous) Lucas and (dead, reanimated older mirror twin with all the confidence in the world) Claus compete over pulling up needles, and it's King Porky who has pitted the two against each other. But the Magypsies tell Lucas this is all fulfilling a prophecy, and that whichever one wins will determine the fate of the world. If Claus wins, they say the world could cease to exist, due to Claus being heartless: he has no heart to give to the Dark Dragon when it wakes up. Now in Black Butler, we definitely have a demon contract, and that's how real Ciel (dead, reanimated, all the confidence) lost his soul (like being heartless). The existence of a prophecy is up in the air, but if there is one, it would be known by someone -- like the superiors who control the reaper organization -- and instead of calling it prophecy, they might simply say they can see it in the future, since the reaper organization seems to have some sort of future knowledge. Eventually, I'm half-expecting a reaper to talk about something along these lines: prophecy or fate or whatever. Specifically about the Phantomhives, maybe even specifically about our earl and his older twin. The reapers are the best parallel to the Magypsies, after all! Sebastian already devoured real Ciel's soul, but now he needs our earl's soul, otherwise the demon's reaction (to being denied his long-awaited meal) could be devastating.

Beyond all my Mother3 musings, I think Sebastian seeks out souls that will give him "flavors" he's never experienced before. So, that translates as experiences and emotions. Their souls are their "hearts", the emotions they have experienced due to their memories of the things they've learned and been through. Or more like the core personality one has built-up as a direct result of all of those experiences. (Bizarre Doll Ciel has emotions, despite having no soul, but there's something forced and superficial about those emotions now.) Our earl's soul should end up being a complex combination of "flavors" that Sebastian has never really had before. Definitely not this particular combo and likely never this intensity.

Our earl says he's selfish and made the contract for selfish reasons, but we know he made that contract out of love for his brother (and parents, but mostly his brother). He cannot bring them back, but his feelings and desire for revenge are not purely selfish. Sebastian calls our earl kind, but when the kid says that's not true, Sebastian says it is... but then says he could instead call his young master a coward -- that's regarding the grave for Mary Jane Kelly and then about how our earl hesitated earlier and didn't shoot his own aunt. And Undertaker takes note that our earl is quite different from his predecessors; I believe that's when our earl protects Harcourt from the bizarre dolls of Arden's friends. So, he's showing kindness again. Likewise, after Soma hits him and Sebastian knocks Soma out, our earl says how they should have heeded his warning and left before something like this could happen. There's also a fair amount of greed, particularly in how our earl runs his business, buying out other companies and expanding his Funtom Co.'s operations, as well as competing in a curry contest to help expand into the food industry (beyond confectionery). But looking at how he gave Mey-Rin glasses as a gift (Jane says that's a rare thing for an employer to do because it's so expensive) and how he hosts events for orphans, etc. there's also generosity and hospitality. Our earl's soul should contain a combination of emotions that Sebastian is all too familiar with (like greed, anger, cowardice, and selfishness) but also emotions the demon says he's not too familiar with, like love and a sense of loss. His diet has also probably generally lacked in the "flavors" of kindness and generosity.

[nevenabadr]

It's a Twin Thing: Part 1. Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Note: English is not my first language or Romanian. Also, this was written in a hurry as I was babysitting.

Y/A: your name

The story is in second-person, thus, the reader is the main character.

Inspiration: this is inspired by:

My Sebastian Stan’s fan chats on WhatsApp; we support Supernatural too, that’s why the Winchester are mentioned.

Word count: 2568

Warnings: Smut–this is +21 and not for everyone.

Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback, please. 🖤…

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It was a hot summer's day when you came home early to surprise your boyfriend, who is finally off from his duties as an actor and having a little time off for a holiday. You and Sebbie, your boyfriend of a year, now decided to stay in New York, as he missed being in his favourite place on earth.

You were early, holding lots of bags that were blocking your sight to the door. All worth it, because you will be able to cook him a homemade meal and show him that new lingerie you have got. If he forgot, you will remind him where home is.

You put everything down and took off your shoes; you started unbuttoning your blouse and taking off your pants. You were eager to take a shower and start cook for him.

You opened the bathroom door, and he was standing there fixing his hair in front of the mirror, yet he turned to face you. Before he spills a word.

You muttered, "Hey, I did not know you will be early."

You narrowed the gap between the two of you and taking his lips to meet yours in an intense kiss.

You missed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, making the kiss sensual and he had no problem putting his hands on the curves of your waist pulling you closer to him.

When you broke the kiss, you took a moment to look into his eyes “Bebelus, there is something different about you."

He was blushing and puzzled "Yes!" He sighed, "you have mistaken me for Seabase, did not you."

You jumped a step forward in panic "James? Oh, my God! I am so sorry."

You were trying to cover your body and confusion took over you.

"But you kissed me back." You were angry that almost slapped him, but he dodged your hand.

"Easy doll, I am sorry?" He came off guilty.

"I heard things about you. I did not know you would be your e." You spoke while your eyes gazed upon the floor.

"My plane arrived this morning. I am so sorry that Seabass did not tell you." He kept fixing his hair, which is identical to Sebastian.

"We got on the wrong foot your e, but can you please give me a moment?" You pointed at your body as you were wearing nothing but your undergarments.

"Oh! I will be outside." He shut the door behind him as he left.

You turned on the water and let it run, washing away your impressment.

James is Sebastian's identical twin. James Buchanan Barns and Sebastian Stan Barnes. Stan was Sebastian's middle name, something related to his mother's Romanian roots.

James has a military classified job, while his brother made a career for himself in acting.

Not even their mother could tell them apart, except that Sebastian is a dork and James, as they call him Bucky, is an easy-going ladies-man.

When you finished showing and dressing up. The sound from the kitchen seemed as if your boyfriend was having a loud conversation with himself.

They even sound identical, you thought to yourself, gathered your strength and stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey, guys," you waved for both of them.

"Oh, baby! Bucky told me about the incident" the twin with jogging clothes came and wrapped his arms around you.

You almost stopped him "Sebbie, baby, is that you?"

Yes, Y/N." He kissed your forehead and then your lips.

"I am so sorry, that I forgot to mention that Bucky was coming." He soothed you with another sweet kiss.

"We were not introduced properly," Bucky said playfully

"This is Y/A, my girlfriend and lady of the house." He said, then pointed at Bucky, "this is the famous, James Buchanan, Bucky, my mysterious brother."

"Seabase told poems of you. I am sorry that we have that incident," he implied the earlier kiss.

"No, worries" you am smiled and extend a hand "Welcome to our home, Bucky" he took your hand and smiled calmly.

At the dinner table, Sebastian and Bucky were laughing and catching up. You were calm and just appreciating the home-cooked dinner by Bucky.

"You are talented at cooking." You were enjoying the cuisine.

"I, the chief, and Seabase were the tidy one." He looked at his brother, "we are a team of cooking and cleaning."

Except that, I don't cook," Sebastian said joked

“Bucky, you know it is today?” Sebastien was busy eating.

Bucky was stunned “a family and friends gathering!” “You are going to see the gang.” Sebastien was rather excited about this more than anything you have seen before.

Georgeta Orlovschi, or as her official name now, Georgetta Stan was a lovely woman, a Romanian immigrant who fell in love with an American to a marriage that brought the best thing in her to the world, the twins; James and Sebastian.

As a violinist and part of the New York Opera House, she met their father, Mr William Barnes, a well-known handsome conductor who made her world perfect.

The world was perfect until she had to change diapers and stay up with William by her side.

William was of a well-known wealthy family, but Mrs Barnes was an Eastern European woman. She wanted to have deities by herself and not to have servants to do all the work.

Her friend Mary Winchester, the wife of William's closest friend, John — was the nicest woman you can meet, a Taxes woman. Mary was like Mrs Barnes. She did not like servants to do the job; she took upon duties of her firstborn, Dean, and later she had Sam, a few years before the Twins.

The boys grow up together.

Dean took the eldest brother's duties to the bone. Even when the new kid, Steve Rogers, became best friends with Bucky; he took him under his wing.

The gang, no one could touch his brother or their friends.

Soon after they entered Middle School and Dean was a senior, Steve got into a fight. Dean came close to the boys to find Bucky just leaving his book aside and taking the ground by his friend.

Sebastian was the one in front of both. No one hurt Steve.

Sam hurried to Dean for safety. Dean arrived and tried to calm everyone down "Steve said he was sorry." He smirked at the boy, who was angry and demanded to bully Steve.

While Sebastian and Sam were trying to hold Steve back, "I can do this all day."

Bucky did not give anyone else a chance to speak as he bunched the bully right in the nose, which got everyone in trouble, which Dean wanted to take the responsibility for. Detention and forever to be recorded in his file.

Dean Winchester did not care for his record, just the young boys to be well.

But finally, the boys came clean to their father; Bucky was homeschooled for the rest of the year and Sebastian refused to go back to school until his brother joined him back.

They were all a mischievous gang with Dean Winchester as the head.

Days passed, and each got into their ways; Dean with Harvard school as his father pulled a connection to forget the file problem. Dean was already qualified enough.

Sam went to Stanford, Bucky and Steve picked a military life, and Sebastian was all about acting.

It was his first time alone overseas, the Shakespeare's Globe yet had another surprise for him, a friend; Anthony Mackie, an American talent who became Sebastian's best friend.

The gang was getting bigger and louder.

Mrs Barnes had the entire gang and their families for a gathering. James, Bucky, as he liked to be called, is finally back after an entire year in God-knows-what military work.

After dinner, the gang was laughing and drinking.

Dean smirked at Sebastian "You got a good girl over here."

"A great kisser too." Bucky teased.

"What do you have in mind, Dean?" Sam teased Dean because he knows what he will spill next.

"You gotta do the twin thing." Dean raised his bottle of beer.

Steve's eyes widened "what twin thing, exactly"

"My man, Dean wants Seabase to go wild." Anthony laughed at the idea.

Dean explained, "a sandwich with her in the middle and the outer layers are twins."

Sam tried to elaborate "if the middle was a girl unless other preferences and so."

Steve was blushing at the idea while Bucky and Sebastian were looking at each other.

"Don't scrunch your nose" Sebastian looked at Bucky.

Bucky tilted his head and give him the puppy eyes "adventures, please."

Then Dean joined him for bagging "please."

"Alright, Alright." Sebastian took a sip of his beer "only with consent.

At that moment Anthony gives Dean ten "You won."

Steve was just irritated at the idea and he kept eyeing his bottle "I can't believe you, guys"

"Dean always wins," Sam shrugged.

You were heading closer to the boys, who were laughing.

"Are not we going home?" You asked Sebastian.

"Yes, babe."

He excused the gang and Bucky followed with the boys waving and clapping.

"They seem happy and excited. Are not they." You waved at them while speaking to Sebastian, but the reply came from Bucky "they should be. And hopefully, will be,"

Back in the car, Sebastian hesitated, but he told you why they were laughing.

“Dean wants you to try what?” You were completely shocked.

“The twin-thing.” Bucky sounded excited.

Sebastian took your hand in his, “baby, it’s a silly boys’ bet.”

You looked at him, “are you going to let Dean win?” and you smirked.

Bucky explained the rules. It has to be a sex sandwich with both of them, but no sex while they are in their mum's house.

“God only knows how she might react to this.” Sebastiana sighed.

Bucky laughed and explained, “an eastern European woman, she might get them a priest to perform an exorcism on us.”

“Or sanctify the house.” Sebastien completed his twin’s explanation.

They agreed Bucky will stay at Sebastian’s house for the night until they plan the twins’ thing.

The next morning, after you all had eaten breakfast together, you were cleaning the table. You will keep bumping into Bucky.

His torso to your back, kissing the exposed parts of your skin. You titled your head on your back to give him room.

His hands will travel under your clothes. His girl was wearing nothing but your skill PJ of pair of shorts and a top.

Dean's words have got straight to Bucky’s head, that he has been imagining having the twin-thing with his brother’s girlfriend.

Bucky reached the kitchen, and he almost dropped the plates.

His brother was kissing Y/N, who closed his eyes completely as Sebastian was squeezing your butt with a hand and they together are caressing your nipple about the silk.

You moaned; Bucky felt himself getting hard.

Yet, you felt Sebastian's hard length against your butt. You turned to kiss him with parted lips, looking to consume him.

Their tongue met and the sounds of their kissing made Bucky, who was at the edge and impulsively tried to hide his aroused length.

Sebastian opened his eyes as he parted from the kiss. Y/A twirled to meet Bucky's eyes and peeking at his lower body.

"Poor Bucky." You stepped closer to him, you kissed him first, yet he opened his eyes, waiting for Sebastian's approval, who gave him a wave to go ahead.

You kissed Bucky and slides your hand to stock his length above the sweat pants he was wearing.

Bucky moaned against your lips and wrapped his arms around you for a moment to deepen the kiss.

At that same time, Sebastian paced to lay kisses on your shoulder and squeeze your butt.

You started moaning, parted from Bucky, to meet Sebastian at a kiss

"Better take it to the bedroom." You said in between your moaning and breath.

You walked with the twin brothers to the bedroom, yet could not take off their hands off your body.

In the bedroom, Sebastian pulled down your shorts, and Bucky took off your top.

"Bucky, you are beautiful, Y/A," he said as he keeps kissing the soft spot under your ears and lowers down your breast.

"You better underdress to boys," you ordered and both of them took off their clothes at once.

Before starting anything, Bucky looked at Sebastien, who understood his brother immediately.

“Second drawer in the nightstand near his bed.” Sebastian pointed to Bucky, who was full of condoms, lubricant, and some toys.

You twirled around Bucky for a moment "nothing I have not seen before" you

Ran your fingers on his skin till touching his length and teasing his slit that was dripping pre-cum.

Yet, before Bucky put the condom on his length, you got down and tasted him, “tasty,” you whipped your lips and helped him to wear the condom

Then moved to Sebastian and kissed him "oh, that chest is getting rough again." You kissed his lips and lower to his jaw and neck.

Then you winked at Sebastian playfully to drop on four to take his full length between your lips.

You sucked him slowly. Bucky was watching your butt against him and your inviting lady delicate area was pumping with a need that he could not keep himself from entering you all at once.

You clenched him inside you, milking him and you were bobbing your head, milking Sebastian with your mouth as squeezing his balls.

Sebastian gripped your hair and Bucky put his hands on your hips, entering you, as you were getting tighter and closer.

"I am closed," Sebastian muttered breathlessly as he came inside your mouth. You swallowed him whole.

On the other hand, Bucky was close, Sebastian took a step back to let you rest on four, you were moaning and Bucky banging himself harder against you. The voice of their skin clashing and moaning were loud that the rest Sebastian was getting harder again.

Bucky wanted you closer to him, he pulled you up and rested your head on his chest and squeezed your breasts "cum for me now doll," he ordered as biting the side of your neck and squeezing your breasts and you were so tight that Sebastian came close and stocked your clitoris to give you more pleasure. You were standing between the skin of the two brothers.

With almost shut eyes, looking at Sebastian who was stocking your clitoris, then he kissed you down till his tongue reached your soft part. After two strokes with his tongue on your clitoris. You were so tight around Bucky that he could not see in front of him as he cum hard at the same time you felt the shaking electric power of your orgasm.

You were about to collapse that Sebastian carried you to the bed. You laid together between the two brothers.

"That was wow," Bucky muttered breathlessly.

Sebastian asserted playfully, "round two"

"Maybe later tonight?" You rolled and kissed Sebastian.

The three of you were laughing and Bucky closed his eyes to rest.

You put a leg on Sebastian's tights, getting closer to his body, feeling Bucky's chest hugging you from behind.

The head of their bodies calmed that the three of you slept in harmony.

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Pyramid Schemes of the 2021 Grid

Lewis: Pampered Chef. Sure it’s an MLM but it’s a classic, an og, and they make great spatulas to cook Roscoe’s food with. 

Valtteri: My Club 8 CBD. Honestly, this tracks. He has a lot to deal with. We’ll leave him be. 

Sergio: Melaleuca. He has a hot young teammate to keep up with and he’ll take all the help he can get. 

Max: Mary Kay, no questions asked. He wants the pink Cadillac, just to prove he can boss two careers. 

Daniel: Tupperware. He does it for Michael, so he’ll have meal prep containers. We won’t speak of Thorne today but know that post is coming.

Lando: Beach Body. No doubt. Anything involving Shaun T. and gainz is a win for him and for you. 

Sebastian: Literally the only man on the grid who knows better. He’s heard it all and he’s not buying any of it. 

Lance: Young Living. Essential oils, bb! It’s stressful having a rich dad :/ Just a rosemary rollerball on his feet every night takes that stress away. He also has a great recipe for your fussy baby if only you’ll let him share it. 

Fernando: Scentsy. Home has to smell nice for when you want to bring the ladies out of the DMs and into the abode. 

Esteban: Why do I feel like Esteban would un-ironically sell Lularoe? Like, after living in logos and sponsor patches all day he just likes to go home, put on some palm tree leggings, and vibe. 

Charles: Norwex. He thought he was buying Clorox online. He was not. It’s been three years. He doesn’t know how to stop the emails. 

Carlos: This is obviously Monat. Have you seen his hair? Man heard “we are modern nature” and it was all over. Bestie, he has an opportunity for you if you have time to pop over to his for a night of girl talk! 

Pierre: Pure Romance. Would you like a sex swing demo, bestie? He’s on his way. Only $25 for each of your friends to participate in the prize drawing!

Yuki: Thirty-One. Has no idea it’s an entire line of bags based on a bible verse, just thinks they’re cute and good quality. 

Kimi: Riway. This is a deer placenta product company. I don’t feel I need to elaborate.

Antonio: Another one lost to Monat. Again, it’s the hair. Carlos actually persuaded him into it. No one on the grid is safe (except for Seb). 

Nikita: Hayward’s Gourmet Popcorn. Honestly, he doesn’t even realize he’s supposed to be selling it for a solid two years, just likes the discount and the snacks. 

Mick: Rainbow Vacuum Cleaners. Tbh, I would let him come give me a demo, they clean a room for you. 

Nicholas: Tealightful. He gets the brewing process wrong at every paddock demo he does. George buys a box to be kind.

George: Another one for Beach Body. What better way to enjoy white boy summer than with some Shakeology and a killer home workout?

[animeyanderelover]

Hello! I'm back with another request if you're ok with it?! Headcanons with Sebastian and Ash falling for the same darling?

I’m so glad you requested something for Ash!! He’s soo underrated when it comes to Yandere stuff!! We all saw in the Anime that Sebastian is way stronger than Ash, but to make this more interesting and fair Ash will be on a similar level of strength in this scenario.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, delusions, stalking, manipulation, sabotage, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Ash and Sebastian falling for the same darling

🐈‍⬛▫️I already told you what makes Sebastian attracted to the s/o, their scent and the cat-like character. And it’s pretty obvious what Ash’s ideal type is, isn’t it? The most innocent soul on this planet. If you fulfill all this then you’ll have a demon and an angel after you. And this will most likely not end well...

🐈‍⬛▫️I think the s/o is a servant in the Phantomhive manor which means Sebastian was the first one who went Yandere for them. How couldn’t he with their sweet scent and alluring character? Sebastian became quickly possessive over them.

🐈‍⬛▫️Ash met them for the first time during the curry contest. He already knew that Sebastian was a demon and probably expected the whole household from Ciel to be just a bunch of dirty and rotten souls so imagine his surprise when he caught a glance of the s/o’s soul which was basically radiating of purity. To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. How could such a clean soul exist anywhere near such a dark creature like this demon?! His obsession kicked at that very moment in, feeling thrilled that he found such a pure thing like the s/o.

🐈‍⬛▫️Even though Sebastian didn’t know at that time that Ash was a fallen angel he already had a bad feeling about him at that time which came most likely from the fact that he noticed how Ash looked at the darling. He had this look of burning passion in his eyes whilst looking at them, a look which Sebastian knew too well. It was the same look he always had in his eyes when looking at the s/o. He quickly stepped protectively in front of them and sent Ash a silent and warning glare. Over Ash’s face flashed for a short second an angry expression, feeling angry because this...this scum had just blocked this precious clean soul from his view. He was quick to return the glare Sebastian sent him, both glaring at each other with strong dislike and disgust. That’s how it all started...

🐈‍⬛▫️Some time passed until Ash met the darling again, which was when he visited Ciel to inform him about the cult and the queen’s wish to eliminate the cult. During the whole time there was some tension in the air because Ash and Sebastian kept exchanging glares at each other. Sebastian felt the most frustrated since he knew he couldn’t do anything in front of his master and he also knew that telling his master his suspicions wouldn’t be of much help either since Ash was the queen’s personal butler and his master was the queen’s loyal guard dog. Ash also knew that he couldn’t do anything, at least for now, because if Ciel and Sebastian would find out what he really was and what his plans were, he knew that he would get some problems with them.

🐈‍⬛▫️Ash was also clearly annoyed that he couldn’t find you when he had entered the mansion and he knew that this was most likely Sebastian’s fault. How dare this brat to prevent him from seeing you?! When he left the manor he had a clearly annoyed expression on his face, gritting his teeth angrily. But then he suddenly noticed that someone was hiding behind one of the trees in the garden and was peeking from behind the tree trunk at him. Ash quickly noticed that it was you, immediately recognizing the purity which was radiating of from you and called you over with a charming smile on his face. You slowly stepped towards him with a curious look on your face and Ash almost went on his knees and started crying, being amazed at how brilliant your soul was.

🐈‍⬛▫️Sebastian on the other hand was boiling with jealousy when he looked out of the window and saw you and Ash walking next to each other whilst talking to each other. Damn it! Hadn’t he told you to help Baldroy in the kitchen?! But then again, you had told him that you wanted to meet the butler of the queen and if you were interested in something you always made sure to quench your thirst, that was one of these things Sebastian found so charming about you. Your cat-like curiosity. Never in his long demon life Sebastian had ever felt the need to kill someone that strongly like in that moment. Ash noticed how Sebastian was death glaring at him through the window and sent him a smug smile, saying his farewells to you and giving you a kiss on your hand, making sure to send the demon a challenging look and enjoying the blush that was blossoming on your face.Sebastian was fuming with anger and if it wouldn’t have been for his master who noticed how Sebastian almost lost control of himself and ordered him to get a grip of himself he would have probably went berserk then and there.

🐈‍⬛▫️The following weeks were hasty for Sebastian and Ash, but most of all they were stressful for you. Ash had definitely the advantage in here because he was the queen’s butler and was able to manipulate her so for some reason you were often called over to the queen’s palace to stay there for a longer period of time which made Sebastian enraged. He even tried to talk his master into not sending you away, but Ciel told him simply that they were the queen’s personal orders and that this was a chance to enhance the trust from the queen. If you made a good expression there this would automatically have a positive effect for him as well. Sebastian knew that if he would do something to prevent you from going there he would get troubles with his master and Ash so for a long time he was in a bad position.

🐈‍⬛▫️Both of these men here are charming and manipulate and both of them tried to win your affection. Ash often invited you over and showed you around the palace, let you ride on horses and generally let you do things you couldn’t do in the manor. I mentioned in my Hc’s about him that he also wants to impress his darling so he would definitely show them his talent with swords and would basically try to show you that he’s better than Sebastian. He would try to convince you that he was the better choice since he was the queen’s butler and was much more qualified to be your partner than a ‘normal’ butler like Sebastian. Whatever you wish for, he’ll give it to you. Ash would spoil you and shower you in compliments. Sebastian knew that he hadn’t all this money to buy you things you wanted so he relied on impressing you, just like Ash and tried to spoil you in his ways. He couldn’t buy you rings, necklaces and other fancy stuff, but he knew that you were a little gourmet and prepared you very often your favorite meals which made your eyes sparkle with excitement when you saw the mouthwatering food. He also tried to impress you with his intelligence, he did live a long life after all and the look of admiration you would give him whenever he told you something what you were curious about made this man’s chest swell with pride. He would also try to give you a bad image of Ash, telling you that people like him from a higher class often tended to loose interest fast in one woman, especially if she was a normal servant. Sebastian just wants to make sure that he doesn’t break your heart.

🐈‍⬛▫️If you would choose Ash, this man would immediately ensure that you would never go back into this manor, would never be anywhere near this demon again. He wouldn’t even let you anywhere near humans again, being scared that they might taint your brilliant and pure soul with their dirty touches and presences. Sebastian on the other hand would feel nothing, but pure demonic rage that even his master will feel a bit intimidated. But here again, Ash has the advantage in here because he controls the queen and Sebastian’s contract with Ciel will keep him from doing anything because Ciel was quick to notice that Sebastian got too attached to you and ordered him to not do anything and that he should just accept the fact that you loved Ash. Sebastian just wanted to kill that boy in that very moment and resented that he had gone into a contract with this brat.

🐈‍⬛▫️If you would choose Sebastian this man would make sure to keep you somewhere where no one can find you because he knows that Ash will bribe the queen to get you back. And that’s exactly what Ash will do. The moment he hears that you have suddenly disappeared he gets this kind of paranoia that will start wars and immediately comes over to the mansion and will start to pressure Ciel, telling him that the queen expects him to find you as soon as possible. After that he makes sure to find Sebastian, yelling enraged at him and demanding him to bring you back to him. Sebastian on the other hand stays surprisingly calm and tells him with an arrogant grin that you chose him and he just made sure that Ash wouldn’t try to change your mind. This made Ash even more angry, he somehow knew that Sebastian wasn’t lying. How dare this demon to taint your innocent mind with his images?! How dare he to take you away from him, your guardian angel?! He was almost about to attack Sebastian, but held back because he knew that this was what the demon wanted. But very soon he would be able to have you all for himself.

🐈‍⬛▫️The moment he reveals that he’s an angel is the moment we’re both men start getting ruthless. Sebastian because now Ciel knows what Ash really is and gives him free hand and Ash because now he doesn’t need to hide his real identity anymore. Now both of them can finally do what they wanted to do from the moment they first saw each other, killing their greatest rival. When Ash burns London down he won’t offer Sebastian to work together, different from in the Anime, but he’ll more likely declare war to him and the final fight between them isn’t anymore about saving Sebastian’s master or purifying London. It’s all about killing each other so the winner can have the most precious thing in the world all for himself, you. Since I made Ash in this scenario stronger, Sebastian will use his demon form from the very beginning, absolutely ready to shred Ash into pieces and the same goes for Ash. I can absolutely see that they’ll destroy the whole town whilst fighting against each other and whoever wins this fight will instantly start searching for you and as soon as he finds you, he’ll make sure that you’re his for eternity.

I’m personally curious, would you choose Ash or Sebastian?

[pathofcomet]

my honey, my daisy, my only

fandom: ikemen vampire

pairing: isaac/MC

summary: “Do not fall in love with anyone here,” Sebastian threatens, wiping a glass and carefully placing it to the side, to be moved to the cupboards a little bit down the hall.Written for Isaac week, day 4. Prompt: AU. Hanahaki AU. (AO3)

“Do not fall in love with anyone here,” Sebastian threatens, wiping a glass and carefully placing it to the side, to be moved to the cupboards a little bit down the hall.

She places her trembling hands in her lap: scared and her heart still throbbing in her chest. This place and this time suddenly don’t really feel like a dream anymore, the fear too real. Love is a concept that doesn’t fit in this image that she’s building of the inhabitants of Saint-Germain’s mansion, so his warning is hollow, empty.

“Why?” she still asks, dumbly.

Sebastian stops – and then slowly, he undoes his necktie and the first two buttons at the top of his shirt. With the downwards pull, she can see the small scar sitting at the base of his throat, nothing but a faint line, whiter than the rest of his skin. His finger is just delicately following the path of where there has once been a cut.

“You know what this is, right?”

She nods. It’s not proper to ask more about it, because what’s there left to be said, when you have given up all memories of a loved one for the chance to keep on living? When the flowers start growing in your chest alongside your love, there are only two choices, really: you’re either having your feelings reciprocated, or have them disappear forever, alongside your memories of the person you fell for. Sebastian chuckles, a dry little thing.

“This does not exist here yet.”

And now the warning sinks in, with its whole finality and strength. If you love, and you are not loved back – here the only choice left is to eventually choke on all those feelings. She can feel her throat constricting in painful memory, the ghost of something she will never be able to recall. She nods again, and Sebastian, pleased that he got to her, resumes his work.

***

Love is pain. Love on its own is pure death – it goes as simple as that. But love kills slowly and beautifully, for it is not entirely unkind.

For vampires, the suffering is doubled. Because while sex is the food, love is the appetite.

And Isaac is stuck in the middle, thirst clawing at him, knowing the pain long before the love arrives.

***

Is there a reason for what humans do? Isaac doesn’t feel like he became a vampire a long time ago, but the separation still comes to him naturally. Even more so ever since she joined this place and turned his world upside down.

Isaac opens his door to her small figure in the frame and no matter how much he scrambles for a reason why she’s here, he can find none. By all laws of logic, she should be afraid and hateful. Instead, she smiles and doesn’t pour all the contents of the tray in his lap, which is more than he’d expected.

And Isaac finds himself smile back. Mistake no. 1.

***

Saint-Germain drinks his coffee, watching the exchange between Isaac and his newest visitor, and he calculates inside his mind several possibilities and probabilities. In time travel, just as in love, there are no real certainties, not even for the best out there.  But there are more or less twenty days left for their young visitors – certainly not enough to develop any severe forms of the sickness, even if she is to catch it.

Saint-Germain thinks her better than that. But twenty days are more than enough to have her fall in love with a city instead. Cities don’t break hearts. So he clears his throat, passing his cup over to Sebastian, and creates an excuse.

Mistake no. 2 – Isaac didn’t do anything directly about this one, but he still considers himself guilty for it.

***

“Smiling suits you,” Isaac says, and her cheeks bloom red, like flowers.

He is smiling as well, and the two of them are on the side of the road, looking at each other, suddenly transfixed. When not frowning, when not teased, when at ease – Isaac looks like a man entirely enjoying the spring of his life. Full of playfulness and boyish charm.

It is gone in a moment, but she trusts her eyes more than the slip of her mind.

She doubts she’ll make Isaac admit to such a thing, especially when he still seems to have problems keeping his blush at bay even when they brush shoulders accidentally, on the more crowded streets, but… she thinks this might be a date. Or at least that’s how dates in movies look like, since she cannot remember her own ones.

But they walk and talk. He takes her to his favourite café, and she has the best baguette of her life. The coffee sticks to her throat.

***

She reaches out, too much and too willingly. Trusting too much, fearing too little – it drives Isaac a bit crazy. He doesn’t have the bloom to go by. He never experienced love in his past life, focused on his studies as he’s been, and vampires can judge only by their thirsts. But it feels like way more than anyone has tried to do for him in a while, ever since Napoleon, and suddenly Isaac isn’t sure if he wants to call her a friend.

Or something more.

Mistake no. 3. He spends two hours on the kitchen floor, Sebastian stepping gracefully around him, drinking bottle of rouge after bottle of rouge, his lips turning redder and redder, the clawing feeling at his throat not quite disappearing.

***

“Luv,” Arthur says, and she flutters her eyes open, slowly, to him pushing her hair behind her ear.

She went unfocused there for a bit.

“That expression doesn’t suit you,” he continues, sighing.

She tries to scold her features better and focus on the game of chess in-between the two of them in the library. Leonardo is napping on the floor in the corner, a blanket she brought from upstairs over his shoulders. It’s been harder to control the pain, flaring up at random times – and she’s sure it still shows on her face, no matter how much she wants to actually hide it. It’s nothing much but discomfort, thrumming from deep inside her chest, but only for now.

It’s a bit annoying that Arthur somehow already picked it up. She frowns at him, pushing her piece across the table. From his own expression, she can tell it was a bold but completely stupid move. It’s fine; she hasn’t played chess in a long time and she didn’t expect to win in the first place anyway.

“What are you going to do?” he asks.

“You know him better,” she closes her eyes again, turning her neck a bit – Arthur gets a bit distracted staring at the expanse of skin there. “What should I do?”

Arthur grins, his fangs sharp.

“I think you’ve been doing just fine.” He points a finger towards the clock on the wall, already several minutes past the time for Isaac’s meals.

She gets up, technically allowing him the win, leaving the room. Leonardo opens his eyes to peer up at the writer, and although they say nothing out loud, there’s some knowledge passing between the two of them regardless.

***

“Why did you stay until so late, then?” Sebastian asks, grateful that no matter how badly Isaac might need blood, he’s not just grabbing at his shirt and sinking his fangs in his skin, instead ripping from his hands a glass vial.

She’s away now, so his hunger is already slowly fading, as Isaac is trying to do calculus in his head, and more definitely not think about the time spent together, which just keeps adding up.

In the entrance hallway, she’s coughing, delicately trying to cover it up with her handkerchief. When Saint-Germain shows up, she gathers the two small flower buds that she coughed out in her handkerchief, and hides it in her pocket, smiling up at him instead.

The notion of having him as a dance partner staves off the pain, at least for a while, just a bit.

***

She gives and gives. Mistake no. 4: Isaac accepts. He doesn’t know how to say no, even when it hurts. He doesn’t know how to translate her own suffering, when he’s so happy to just have her near.

Isaac’s used with the thirst, nothing else he hasn’t experienced before. The trouble with love is that it feels fresh each and every time.

So while he thinks he has things under control, she most definitely doesn’t. When one chooses to pluck out the flowers growing in their chest, the memories disappear. The one who picks this path, will keep on making the same mistake, not recognizing the patterns, unable to grow with no roots grounding them in place.

So she falls, fast. When Isaac saves her, an upside down mirror of her first night here – not fear thrumming at her wrists this time around, but just the pleasure of having him near, she stumbles, and swears, and the words come out muffled.

She covers her mouth, looking up at Isaac like a deer caught by its hunter. He wants nothing else but – mistake no. 5. Isaac doesn’t stop: then and there, when the doubt starts coiling inside his stomach.

Instead, he offers himself as her company and gentlemanly ignores her when she asks for five minutes to freshen up. In the corner of the room in which she ducked to hide, Vincent pats her back, as petal after petal falls out from between her lips, until she’s left shivering.

And beautiful. Love is pain. Pain is beauty.

Maybe that’s why Isaac cannot look away, cannot keep away: because her cheeks blush with the prettiest of red each time he gets to close. He realizes he maybe pushed too hard simply because, in the fountain where before was only clear water, once he gets up – she’s surrounded by cherry blossoms.

The petals swim all around her, a child leans over to pick a few in her hands. An older lady tuts disappointingly at the two of them. Isaac reaches out a hand, fearful.

But what is he fearing? Why is he so afraid? If this is true –

No.

Mistake no. 6. Isaac cannot believe the obvious signs, because he doesn’t think he’s worthy of them. Men kill more hearts just by not trusting their own.

***

She shivers in the bathtub, the water getting colder, overflowing with flowers and petals. She’ll have to deal with that later – now she is busy counting up to 10, over and over again, trying to calm the thrumming of her heart, the desperate up and down of her chest: her hand pressed over the scar there.

She wonders: how long into these symptoms she got the removal done? How much did she think she could handle, before it all became too much?

Isaac, pushing at Napoleon’s shoulder, bites at his neck, fangs so painful that it makes the other man hiss.  The soldier grabs at Isaac’s hair, enough to make eye contact.

“Slowly,” he urges, and Isaac’s grip on him relaxes, though his gulps still ring too loud in his head.

It brings him no pleasure, but his friend calms: with the warmth of another person, the fresh blood, hunger easier to be sated. The tug turns into pets, and Isaac places a kiss where he pierced the skin, lapping at the blood spilling out.

Napoleon sighs. “You’re wet. Let’s change, shall we?”

***

“This room is getting stifling, Toshiko-san,” Dazai says, coming around to check on Isaac.

They’re vampires, they’re supposed to heal and recover fast. Dazai just wants the bragging rights, that he cares the most out of their friends group. And also, maybe, Dazai wants to check the one rumour he has heard, which proves itself quite true.

Isaac is still asleep. Around him, overflowing from his desk and shelves and windowsill: flowers upon flowers, fully bloomed. Dazai sighs. The smell is almost sickeningly sweet – and she looks quite pale.

“I figured I’d be bothering him more if I were to take them out each and every time…”

Each and every time she bends her body over and coughs out flowers in exchange for his love, is the sentence that she doesn’t finish. She is also quite right. And despite it all, she is still here, right next to him.

What a little fool, their Toshiko-san.

***

They dance together, in front of several pairs of eyes, carefully noting each and every small detail, change in them. Like how Isaac’s pupils get the slightest bit more dilated, his fangs sharper, grazing his lips even with his mouth closed. Like how she can’t quite keep her back straight, how she doesn’t really speak.

Sometimes what remains unsaid means more. It is unbearable to hold each other like this, would have been even more unbearable if they didn’t.

Isaac disappears as fast as he appeared, and she’s left on the spot, hands clawing at her throat. She hunches over, clasps her palms to her mouth as she’s trying her damn hardest to stop breathing, to stop feeling. To calm the wave of emotions threatening to spill over, past her lips and in her lap, like a sky decorated with cherry blossoms.

“I believe it is a bit late for that,” Saint-Germain says.

And then they’re out.

***

In the afternoon glow, filtering through the stained glass, she looks beautiful. And Isaac is filled with need: not for her blood, to be fed – but for her love, as a man. His touch against her cheek is tentative and tender and that of someone begging to be held and pushed away at the same time.

Isaac isn’t sure yet which scenario he’s wishing hardest for.

She meets his eyes, and something in him goes even softer. It melts away everything in her.

“W-what is-? Why are you crying…?”

And despite not being hurt, she keeps crying. The tears are just that, in the beginning, and Isaac’s thumb passes over her skin, catching each and every one. She finds she cannot stop, once the dam has been broken: the happiness is suddenly too much. Here he is: just him and her, and he is touching her, and he is caring for her.

Much more than she thought she deserved, much more than she thought she’d get. Way too little compared to how much she still wants. So the tears keep spilling, never stopping. Then they’re not just tears anymore, a petal falling as well each and every time.

Isaac’s hold gets just a bit gentler, and that’s how she knows something is not quite right, before the petals start falling in her lap. Against her cheek, he clenches and unclenches his hands. Slowly, awkwardly, searching her face all along, he reaches out… and pulls her into an embrace.

She sniffles in the material of his shirt, his arms closing around her. The petals are cascading now more rapidly, down his back, and her hands claw at him.

“It’s going to be all right… Please, don’t cry.”

Of course, he can say that because he’s not the one spilling his feelings from his guts, betrayed by his body to show his feelings. He can say that because he is not dying from loving. She trembles in his arms, knowing she doesn’t deserve the comforting, knowing he doesn’t want her.

“… I’m sorry,” she whispers, and her hold on him tightens, and her tears fall even more furiously, accompanied by her pained wailing.

Isaac holds her, gentle as ever, his palms soothingly rubbing down her back. If he were to count the bones he can feel through the thin material of her dress, the numbers would be higher than in a normal human body.

Love taking roots, love taking over.

If she were to see his expression, she would find it pained, his face buried at the crook of her neck. But even when they untangle, Isaac covers his face with his palm, the downward tug at his lips, making his fangs visible, hidden from her.

Mistake no. 7: Isaac cannot tell the truth. Even worse, Isaac hides the truth, even when he knows hers is so painfully obvious, even when that so obviously pains her.

“Do you intend to return home?”

***

“Don’t go back…” Isaac says, laid on his back, her just a bit further to the left.

And while she’s staring at the open night sky in front of her, he can’t stop looking at her.

She shifts, coming up, suddenly coughing up the now familiar flower petals. They’re falling in-between her fingers, overflowing her hold. Isaac’s heart squeezes in his chest at the sight.

“Does it bother you?” she asks, in-between gasps of breath.

He looks at her, taken aback.

“This,” she shakes her hands in the air, the pink flowers falling all around her. “Knowing it’s you.”

Isaac chokes on his next words, and changes the topic. He can hear her, trying to keep in a new wave of coughing. He has accidentally heard her complain to Sebastian about the chest pain, how her muscles are aching with how much she’s been heaving, how her insides don’t feel quite alright anymore.

Her body, so small and frail, holding the weight of her entire, spilling love.

***

Isaac doesn’t like the way he gets when he’s hungry – it’s been worse these days, what with the desperate need of her as well. Sometimes, something alike a fog washes over him.

When he comes back to himself, he’s in a bed made of blood and flowers: scene of an almost-crime. She’s still breathing, and that’s all that really matters, but his head is foggy and there’s nothing to do but wait and pray, and pray and wait – and hate himself for all of it.

Isaac has only words to rely on in this scenario, for his feelings. And words tend to fail him already, so much and so often. And he tends to fail words as well, so obliviously.

If he can hurt her even like this, why does she love him?

If he can hurt her even like this, how is he supposed to hold on to this last piece of his humanity while actually accepting that he loves her?

Mistake no. 8. Isaac pushes her away.

***

“Sebastian,” she whines, because it’s the fourth time he’s brought up to her rooms only a bowl of the blandest soup.

He pushes at her shoulder, gluing her back to the pillow again – as it should be. She’s paler now, weaker, and in the air all around her room, the sweetest of fragrance, the spring back in his home country. Bouquets of flowers sprang from place to place since his last visit, and… he is fearful she might not make it for the door.

“Sick patients don’t get to complain about the schedule of an overworked butler.”

She pouts, even as she picks up the spoon. It hangs in-between her fingers.

“Sebastian?”

A beat.

“Yes?”

“Just… why?”

He sighs. “I don’t think anyone knows, or remembers for that matter. I just think it’s just the heart thinking it doesn’t want to be alone anymore.”

“So you get a person or you get the flowers? They’re pretty, but they’re cruel.”

Sebastian eyes her cracked lips, the petals of her flowers – living and still image of each other.

“So is love.”

A beat.

“Did anyone tell you that you make a terrible emotional support?”

He grins at her, this time flicking her forehead.

“Might have heard it several times before.”

***

  “What do you think you’re doing, Newt?” Arthur asks, shoving his friend’s body against the wall, a bit too harshly, holding onto the collar of his shirt.

Isaac covers his hand in his, pushing. Arthur doesn’t let go, just lets out something that is between a growl and a sigh. Isaac, more or less, does the same.

“She’s bad,” Arthur says.

Isaac remains unfazed. “I know.”

“Worse, after all that blood loss.”

And only that – the guilt, makes Isaac actually realize that bad is not just the dull lull in her chest, but something more definite. Arthur would have never gone out of his way like this if that wasn’t the case. Only when the panic settles in, accompanied by a wave of anxiety so forceful Isaac almost feels like throwing up, does Arthur finally let go.

“You can lose her in two ways,” he says. “Pick the one you can live eternity with.”

***

She can’t really speak anymore – words too harsh on her throat, where buds are slowly crawling their way up. Someone comes by to prepare her a new cup of tea regularly, because it’s supposed to soothe the pain. She’s not sure it’s effective at all, but she also cannot complain much anymore, anyway.

Her coughing fits now can keep going for even half an hour at a time, and she cringes with each intake of air, because her muscles are aching so desperately for some kind of relief. She has nothing to give.

Theo comes and reads poetry to her, though she notices him skipping the love poems. Arthur plays chess with her again, though he’s not chiding her for taking too long this time around. Napoleon sits by her side, as they eat crepes together.

She misses a party, stuck in this waiting game, to see what comes first: her demise or her return. Isaac doesn’t – and in the span of a night, he makes a new friend in an old one and loses him too.

He doesn’t want to lose another person. Ever – if possible, or at least not in that way.

His hand trembles around the handle of the door, trying to gather his courage. The familiar scratching at his throat returns, stronger and stronger the longer he hovers.

He enters without knocking, and she looks up from a book she’s trying to read, startled. She immediately starts coughing at the sight of him; this time around, the petals fall freely all around her. Isaac shakes and trembles in the doorway.

“G-gods!” he says, and in two big steps, he’s closer to her bed. “You’re… this is… bad.”

She manages a weak smile at him.

“I know.”

His voice trembles. “How can you be so c-calm about this?”

She shrugs, though it’s just a tiny movement, barely there, so that she doesn’t trigger another coughing fit. She’s had so long to imagine herself at this point – just because it came faster than she expected, doesn’t mean she didn’t expect it at all.

He keeps his distance. Any closer and she’ll just explode in a bouquet of flowers.

“Y-you’ll soon get back and you can get help and-” Isaac is a blabbering mess and a stuttering fool, only for her.

“I won’t.”

“What?”

“Even if I return, I won’t.” She raises a hand to her chest, pressing it to a scar, that Isaac can notice from where her nightgown has slipped down her shoulder. “It would mean forgetting you.”

She raises her gaze, meets his. She’s begging, one last time. She’s telling him, in words this time. And Isaac stands there, stunned into silence, because if she is to have the same fate either way, what is he protecting her from in the first place?

“I love you,” he says, and for a long moment, there’s only silence stretching between them,

Then, he blushes, fidgeting on the spot, the words obviously out without having thought them. She struggles with her bedsheets, but is still fast enough, despite her weak body, to have gotten up on her own feet by the time Isaac is at her side, arms around her waist, to help her.

She licks her lips – chapped and pale things that they are, and looks up at him, exhausted and obviously pushing herself.

“Say it again. Say it and mean it,” her hands, fisted around the material of his shirt, eyes falling down with the request, too much and too late.

“I l-love you. I don’t…. Please don’t just disappear like that.”

His hold tightens around her body and she sighs.

“I love you too,” and she gets up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against him, nothing but a chase gesture.

Isaac closes his eyes, pulling her closer, opening his mouth, his tongue coaxing hers to follow suit. Which she does, so willingly and openly, and something in Isaac’s chest tightens, just the love he has for her. And something in her chest opens up, releasing, just the love she has for him.

When they part, all around them, branches of cherry blossoms surround them. It’s like her chest has been cut open, and everything fell over – and she is smiling, beautifully and honestly for the first time in weeks.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, and Isaac buries his face at her neck, exhausted with the honesty, relieved at her health, so in love that it hurts – and maybe he understands her better than he wanted to admit, maybe he understood her all along.

[whatstheproblembaby]

First Lines Meme

@klaineharmony tagged me and I love a good game. This’ll actually cover all the fandoms I’ve written for, too, so I’m excited to see if my tone shifts much from place to place.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Most recent first:

1. “As much as she loved a quiet meal at home with her family, Shelagh appreciated their monthly invitations to dinner at Nonnatus House.” - Points of Contact, Call the Midwife

2. “Shelagh wasn’t sure she had ever heard a sound more beautiful than the click of the bedroom door knob as it unlatched to admit her husband.” - Special Delivery, Call the Midwife

3. “Shelagh had thought she was above eavesdropping in corners in Nonnatus House after Trixie and Cynthia had roped her into their spying on Jenny and Alec all those years ago, but apparently, some things stayed with you.” - What’s in a Name?, Call the Midwife

4. “She didn’t want to, but Shelagh eventually succumbed to the force of her waking mind.” - Remember Me, Call the Midwife

5. “Sister Bernadette rubbed her thumb back and forth over the knuckles of her other hand, trying to focus on keeping a steady rhythm as the car slowly made its way toward Nonnatus House.” - With Open Arms, Call the Midwife

Midpost callout on myself: Hey girl, you really love establishing your POV character from the fucking get-go, huh?

6. “Jack and Davey had a plan.” - There’s This Secret Escape Plan I’ve Got, Newsies 

7.”’This is absolutely the hardest part of being in a poly relationship,’ Kath said, flopping backwards onto the mattress.” - Triptych, Newsies

8. “None of them like winter, though their reasons and reactions differ.” - Hold Each Other., Newsies

9. “’What’s Santa Fe got that New York ain’t?’” - Just Be Real (Is All I’m Askin’), Newsies

10. “Jack was on top of the world.” - We Just Might Win, Newsies

11. “Katherine was almost ashamed of how long it took her to realize what she was feeling.” - We Will Find A Way, Newsies

12. “A warm hand slipping into his made Archie stop in the middle of the school hallway.” - Awareness, Riverdale

13. “’Rachel, help. I’m attached to Blaine.’” - Klaine Advent 2017, Glee (This is just the first line of my first prompt fill, obvi.)

14. “’Don’t be sorry,’ Archie says, pulling Ethel into a hug they both need.” - I Won’t Ever Let You Go, Riverdale

15. “Diana is accustomed to seeing Steve’s ghost.” - Presence, Wonder Woman (2017)

16. “’Attention, Warblers!’ Sebastian’s voice rang out from the balcony, prompting everyone on the lower floor to look up at the head of their organization.” - Restored, Glee

17. “Blaine spread his arms and inhaled deeply, enjoying a rare day of Fall warmth in Ohio.” - Stay With Me, Glee

18. “’I’m so excited!’ Blaine said, swinging his and Kurt’s joined hands higher than strictly necessary as they walked up the stairs of the subway station.” - Game Plan, Glee

19. “’Oh, goddammit,’ Kurt said, staring down at the narrow yet surprisingly deep crack in the pavement below the bleachers.” - What You Need, Glee

20. “When the buzzing and ringing of his phone alarm finally become impossible to sleep through, Kurt had to restrain himself from just flinging his phone out the window in annoyance.” - Here With You, Glee

My callout remains true: I really love establishing a POV and really just starting in medias res with my fic. Probably because I don’t have to establish a universe like an original author does, you know? We can just cut to the chase.

I think my favorite is either the opening of my first Klaine Advent fill or the first line of “What’s in a Name?” just for the nostalgia of the old Nonnatus days.

Idk if I know ten authors who haven’t been tagged! @knightsofthegaytable @chaossmagic @spookytrixiefranklin @bobasbook Do the thing!

[chocolate-parfait]

um, if i can request another thing? I’m from a very hot country where snow doesn’t exist. How would Arthur, le Comte and Theo react to an s/o who isn’t bothered much by heat, but when snow starts to come around, she stares at even the slightest snow in awe? Maybe they don’t know why and asks Sebastian? General headcanons please! Thank you for answering the request!💕💕

Sorry it took me so long! I had some family/health problems so I didn't have time to write😭 +these turned more on the scenario side, hope you don't mind!

(Fun fact: while writing the part for Comte, I mistook the word "blister" for "blizzard" and realized my mistake only halfway through)

MC seeing the snow for the first time - ikevamp headcanons (Arthur, Comte & Theo)

Arthur

It was almost the middle of November and the days were starting to get colder. One morning, after cheerfully whistling to himself from his room all the way to the dining room, Arthur's gaze went to the window as he took a sit at the table, noticing that the garden, usually vivid with colors even during the winter, was now covered in a thick blanket of pure white

Just as he was about to let his mind wander into past memories, he heard a pair of two feet running towards the room. Turning his head to the door, he saw your lovely figure emerge with hurry from the corridor

"Arthur! It's snowing! There's snow everywhere!!" You almost yelled into his face with one of the widest smiles he had ever seen you wear. Before he could question your enthusiasm, you quickly told him to join you in the garden later as soon as he had finished eating. Then you took your coat and ran outside, euphoric like a little kid

After this unexpected scene, the stoic butler entered the room, sighing as he surrendered himself to the fact of having to serve everyone their food on his own. As he placed a bottle of Rouge in front of the writer, the latter asked him whether this was your first time seeing the snow. "MC-san's homeland is a country which tends to be subject to high temperatures throughout most of the year. I doubt she has ever seen the snow before today, thus explaining such an excited reaction". As soon as the words left the man's mouth, Arthur downed his meal in one go, thanked Sebastian and sped to your location. He wasn't going to miss any of your firsts, even if it was the weather!

After he reached you outside you two started doing all kinds of games in the cold. You did snow angels, played many matches of snowball fights (you dragged Theo into it and teamed up against him imagine receiving a snowball thrown with vampiric strength in your face👁👄👁) and you also did a snowman!

At the end of the day you were so cold and drenched in melted snow that you stayed in bed for two weeks with one of the first and worst colds you ever had in your life, though the experience was more than worth the scolding you got from a furious Sebastian

Comte

After a cold night spent snuggling together in search of warmth from each other's bodies, you two woke up to a blizzard surrounding the city of paris and violently submerging everything under a heavy layer of cold. It wasn't anything particular, especially during a month like December, and yet as Comte was already dressing himself you were still there by the window, eyes glued to the scenery on the other side of the glass. The pureblood made his way to you and embraced your body in his gentle arms, your back almost touching with his still undressed torso

"Ma chérie, is something the matter?". The warmth of your lover and the sound of his smooth voice brought you back to reality. You turned in his loose grip to face him and with slightly blushing cheeks you admitted "T-this is my first time ever seeing the snow..."

He had lived through countless winters during his long life he couldn't even remember what his first time seeing the snow was like, but being there during your first time brought him a certain sense of calm and hot happiness that spread from his heart to his whole body. "Let's get dressed and eat breakfast first, darling. We'll go outside after that, hoping that the weather will calm itself a little". Agreeing to his proposal, you wore the thickest clothes you could find and made your way to the dining room, hardly containing your excitement

After two hours the snowstorm finally reduced in its intensity, letting the snowflakes dance gently through the air. Covering yourself in scarves, gloves, hats and coats, you took your beloved's hand on stepped out into the garden looking like a stuffed ravioli. Three steps out of the door and you almost slipped on the frozen pavement, though Comte rapidly caught you, and he kept a tight grip on your waist for most of your stroll. After reaching the gazebo he let you go enjoy the wonders of winter as he cleaned a bench and sat back, happily watching you having fun. You started touching the snow and after seeing how soft it was you got hit by a wave of giddiness, and before you knew it you were rolling on the ground like a little kid, excitedly showing Comte your first snow angel. As time passed, your skin started getting more cold and red, so when you sneezed the pureblood decided it was enough fresh air for the day and took you back inside

For how much it pained him being a killjoy in such a situation, your health came before anything! He ran a hot bath and prepared skin lotions for you as an excuse. He pampered you for the rest of the day and promised to take you into the city once you had gotten enough rest

Theo

It was one of Theo's rare lazy days. No clients to meet nor exhibitions to attend, as everything was temporarily closed because of incoming Christmas. He got up later than usual and after opening the curtains in his room, a snow covered landscape greeted him. As he was about to turn away and get out of his sleeping robes he heard cheerful voices coming from the garden, Arthur, Vincent's and yours, though he couldn't see anyone from his window

On his way to get breakfast he met Sebastian in the halls and asked him what were you three doing. "MC-san said this was her first time seeing the snow as her homeland is usually a hot country. Sir Arthur and Master Vincent decided to show her some typical winter activities in the snow and they've been out ever since". He could picture your face in his mind: cute smile and eyes of a puppy staring excitedly outside. If you were a dog your tail would be wagging back and forth without interruption! "Master Theo, why are you smiling?" "You're imagining things, Sebastian"

And just like that he decided to come and check on you rascals. As soon as Arthur spotted him walking towards you, the writer's brain immediately thought of a mischievous plan. You were having a snowball fight, everyone against everyone (though the two vampires were definitely controlling their strength). Arthur threw you a snowball which you swiftly avoided, crouching down to make another one as a counterattack. Little did you know that the British man had moved laterally so as to have an approaching Theo right behind him, and when you threw your shot he ducked down. The thick snowball you had thrown with all the strength you could manage, landed harshly on your lover's face, making him stop dead in his tracks

Arthur that was already on the ground holding his stomach while laughing, when he received a kick on his back from a fuming Theo. "Theo! Are you okay?!" You and Vincent gasped and as you rushed to your partner's side you happened to trip over Arthur, bringing Theo down in your fall. Slowly you started laughing at how ridiculous the scene must've seemed, causing Theo to silently watch you with a smirk on his snow covered face

Then, before you could get up again you felt something icy cold on your neck, melting against your skin. Flinching at the sudden sensation, you turned to the art dealer, eyes wide with disbelief. "Heh, now we're even". But before he could add anything else, you closed your gloved fist against the ground and threw an handful of snow to his handsome face, laughing at his silly expression afterwards

"If a war is what you want, a war is what you'll get, Hondje". And so, the four of you had a snow fight to the death. The angel duo (you and Vincent) against the devil duo (Theo and Arthur), who used all kinds of dirty tricks to achieve victory despite meeting absolute defeat in the end. Vincent can absolutely destroy you in a fight, not even his brother Theo can win

Well, you all also got an earful from an angry Sebastian for breaking a window during your match, so you all were losers at the end of the day

[alpacaparkaseok]

Mine

5. Draw me like one of your French girls

Genre: Min Yoongi x oc

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.3k

At this point, I’m seriously considering commissioning my own fanart.

It all started the next morning at our first press release. Somebody had the bright idea to show me some fanart that’s been rolling in the past few weeks of a certain k-pop rapper and I. Not gonna lie...we look good together.

Too good.

Then again, everything about Min Yoongi has seemed pretty good since I woke up to a couple more texts from him this morning. I passed out after his late-night/early morning apology, but he sent another text not long after.

4:32 MYG: So does this mean I’m forgiven? Bong-cha made it sound like you enjoy holding grudges.

9:02 MYG: Morning. I hope everything goes well with you today...is it alright if I keep texting you?

9:02 MYG: Just so I can keep tabs on everything. I don’t want this to get too out of hand for you.

Obviously the poor man is just as worried about all of this as I am. I couldn’t help but give a sleepy chuckle when I woke up to his messages.

So far, I’ve done a wonderful job of ignoring how nice it felt to wake up to a good morning text.

I’ve also done a great job at keeping calm and breezing past any weird questions from the current press conference I’m in. That is, until a Korean reporter (I have a hunch they’re from Dispatch) pipes up not only with a question, but with visual aids!

“Cara, do you mind if I ask you a question? Would you like a translator?”

Reminding myself to be gracious and kind, I shake my head. “Go ahead. I should be alright without a translator, thank you.”

The reporter nods, shuffling forward until they pull a paper out of their file in hand. She gives me a sickly smile, passing the paper up to our security guard who does me the honor of bringing it right to my outstretched palm.

“This is one of the newest renderings, I was just wondering how you have been feeling about this entire situation?”

I already guessed what this was going to be about, but the picture in my hand confirms it.

It’s fanart.

To be honest, it’s very well done. It’s a watercolor, the artist placed us walking along a rainy sidewalk. Hand in hand, Yoongi’s gummy smile on full display while I look down at my toes.

Sebastian whistles beside me, clearly as in awe of the artwork as I am. Before me the reporter still wears her smile, waiting for a response. I pass the paper down the line, allowing Rhea to get a chance to admire the fanart.

Maybe it’s the boost of confidence I received upon reading Yoongi’s text this morning that has me grinning back at the reporter with a saccharine smile.

“Did you draw this? It’s very well done.”

Not everyone can understand Korean in this press conference, but the few that do start chuckling. The reporter blanches for a moment, smile faltering.

“N-no, but if you could answer the question-”

I’m sure I look very disappointed as I look down at her. She definitely works for dispatch; she practically reeks of it. Maybe that’s what gives me the boldness I need as I realize that I’m not even her direct target; Yoongi is.

Yoongi’s nice. I don’t think she is.

“Oh, everything is going fine. Honestly, I should get in touch with this artist. They’re very talented.”

The reporter’s eyebrows flick up, sensing a new method of attack. “Were you thinking of commissioning your own?”

“Honestly, I might consider it. Maybe it’ll make my aunts quit hounding me every Thanksgiving about my love life.”

With that, the paper is handed back to the security guard, but the reporter motions for him to keep it. Confused, he hands it back to me. I turn it over so I don’t get caught staring at it during the conference. That’s the last thing Yoongi or I need right now.

As the reporter takes her seat again, I can’t help but feel a little triumphant. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

🌙

12:22 ME: I never said you were forgiven, did I?

As soon as we get out of the press conference we are ushered into a van which takes us to another interview. I figure that now is as good a time as any to text Yoongi back, seeing that this morning I woke up late and was too flustered to come up with a response.

“Who are you texting?” Sebastian asks. “Is it your friend that always calls you?”

I consider lying to him for a moment, but realize that it might actually be nice for him to know. He can keep me from being unrealistic when I start to fangirl.

He may also help me to keep that promise I silently made a while ago: to not go so easy on Yoongi. Right now, it’s proving harder than expected to dislike him.

“Nosy.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes. “You’re grinning at your phone like an idiot, that only happens when you get texts from me.”

“Ha! Right. It’s a secret...kind of. Don’t tell anyone.”

“I’ll try my best not to.”

Taking an unnecessarily big breath, I spill my secret that I’ve kept for approximately 12 hours.

“It’s Yoongi.” When there’s no immediate reaction from him, I backpedal. “Also known as Suga?”

Before Sebastian can respond the ping of my phone pulls my attention away.

12:26 MYG: Oh good, you responded. I was getting worried you were actually mad. So is it alright if I keep texting you? I don’t want to mess with your schedule.

“You’re smiling again.”

I look up to see an annoyed Sebastian Stan. He’s not very good at sharing attention, and it would appear that Yoongi is no exception.

“How strange, I didn’t realize.”

12:27 ME: That’s fine.

12:27 ME: But I am mad!!

12:28 MYG: Hahaha sure

“Cara, we’re here.” Sebastian says as he clambers out of the car. I follow after him, pocketing my phone.

There’s a few cameras outside waiting for us, but we’re able to make it inside the building without too much fuss. Once we make it into the room where we’re supposed to have one of our interviews, Sebastian pulls a paper out of his back pocket.

“What’s that?”

He smirks at me, unfolding the paper. It’s the fanart from earlier. I didn’t even realize that he’d pocketed it.

“Tell Suga I say hi, at least.” He poses with the papers just below his chin, giving the best puppy dog eyes he can muster up. It’s rather convincing, if I’m being honest.

“You weirdo,” I mumble as I snap a photo. I’m quick to send it off to Yoongi, captioning it.

12:37 ME: Sebastian says hello.

Our interviewer is just about to come into the room when I receive a response. Not having the self-restraint to put my phone away, I quickly take a look. Sebastian peers over my shoulder, curious as well.

12:40 MYG: Winter Soldier!!!

12:41 MYG: Hi. Did he draw that?

I cackle, quickly translating the message. Sebastian looks appalled. “I have better things to do than draw fanart!”

“Yeah, like write fanfiction, right?”

He grins at me. “Obviously.”

12:42 ME: No, but he says he’s writing fanfiction.

12:42 ME: We’re about to start an interview rn but I’ll tell him to send you his rough draft later. 😏

Interviews pass, and it isn’t until I’m finishing up dinner that my phone pings with another message from Yoongi. I nearly impale Sebastian with my fork as I lunge for my charging phone; he’d come into my hotel room to eat dinner with me.

“Watch it!” Sebastian grunts, shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate. We were promised lunch by Rhea earlier but it ended up just being a small snack as she was whisked away by a long-lost friend. The two of us managed to control our hunger for as long as possible, but Sebastian wasted no time calling up some food for us before we even got back to the hotel.

We barely beat the delivery boy here. He wasn’t all that surprised that we were American. Sebastian had tried out some very choppy Cantonese. What did end up surprising him was that he was delivering a meal to the Winter Soldier. I was able to sneak into my room undetected while the boy’s eyes were bugging out as Sebastian signed his hat.

“Sorry,” I mumble around my food.

9:12 MYG: I’m still waiting for the rough draft.

I translate the message to Sebastian, who cackles and promises to get started on it as soon as possible.

9:14 ME: Sorry, Sebastian said he’s still trying to write it. I’ll let you know when it’s ready!

9:15 MYG: That’s alright. I’ll be patient.

9:15 MYG: I saw a clip from your press conference today.

My stomach lurches as I realize what clip it was that he probably saw. Does he think I’m some crazy fangirl now? I mean, I might be. But he doesn’t need to know that.

9:18 ME: I didn’t get you in trouble, did I?

Sebastian notices my change in expression and shoots me a worried look. “Everything alright?” I shrug.

“Yeah...I just hope I didn’t get him in trouble with what I said at the press conference today. I think that reporter was trying to go against him somehow.”

“He’s a big boy. Did he say anything about it?”

I look back down at the messages even though I already know what he said. My stomach lurches again as I see the three little dots at the bottom of the screen.

“No, not really. He just said he saw a clip or something. He’s typing right now, though.”

9:20 MYG: I thought I was the worrier. No, you didn’t. How was the rest of your day?

“What’d he say?” Sebastian grabs our cartons of food, tossing them into the wastebasket.

“He’s just…”

“Are you blushing?!” My friend stares at me from across the room, eyes wide. “No way! You like him!”

“No! No I don’t!”

“Yes you do, don’t lie to me! You’re so into him!” Sebastians hurries back over grinning wide. “Wow, he must be a good texter.”

That really is helping my blush. “Nooo, he’s not. He’s just nice. That’s it. It’s just fun having someone nice to talk to, you know? He feels really bad about everything and - Sebastian quit it - and it’s just sweet of him to care. That’s it.”

Sebastian stops looking at me with his puppy dog eyes and leans back in his chair, a contemplative look overtaking his features. “I thought I was nice to talk to.”

I pause for a second, breath getting caught in my throat. “Y-you are. I didn’t mean it like that.”

He shakes his head, giving me an award-winning smile. “No, I know. Aren’t you going to respond?”

“Oh! Yeah!” I focus on my phone again. There’s an uneasy feeling rising in me at Sebastian’s comment, but I brush it off for now. He’s always been bad at sharing his friends. He’s the same with Anthony Mackey, I’ve seen it up close.

9:25 ME: True, I’ll let you worry. My day was good, just finished up dinner. How was yours?

“There, I-” I look up proudly only to find Sebastian’s chair empty and the door clicking shut. “...I did it.”

MYG: It was great. Got lots of work done.

MYG: Have you decided if you’re going to come to the festival or not? Also, Bong-cha says hi.

ME: Wow, she can’t even tell me herself. No respect. No, I honestly didn’t even think about it today...but I’m pretty sure we’re all going either way.

MYG: Haha she’s not happy with your comment.

MYG: She’s reading over my shoulder, I promise I’m not reading our conversation out loud. Is your director making you go?

I just miss the chance to respond as my phone lights up with an incoming call.

“Bong-cha, quit reading my conversations you little weirdo.”

“Hey, how’s it going with you? I’m great, thanks for asking.”

“Are you still in the room with everyone?”

“No, just left. You should see Yoongi right now, though.”

“Why?”

“He looks like a kid in a candy store every time he gets a text from you. It’s adorable.”

“Yah!”

My friend’s cackle soars through the phone, and I swat at the air as though I could somehow get her to stop.

“Please tell me you guys are coming to the festival.” Bong-cha’s sudden change in tone has me pausing, chewing on my lip.

“We are. Why?”

“Come stay with me!” Bong-cha shouts. I jump up, a grin already working its way onto my face. “It’ll be just like old times. And, I was looking at the schedule you sent me...there’s a couple of nights where you’re done relatively early. We could go do something fun!”

I sigh, rubbing my temples. My phone is buzzing with incoming texts, but I ignore them for now. “Yeah, that’ll be fun. I’m not sure if I can come stay with you-”

“C’mon,” Bong-cha whines. “I never get to see you anymore. We’ll make it work! Oh, I’ve gotta go, Tae brought Yeontan. But let me know!”

With that, Bong-cha cuts the line and leaves me on the other side caught between excitement at seeing my friend and dread at having to come face to face with Yoongi. Texting is one thing; but actually spending time with him?

“Just be his friend,” I mumble to myself. Settling down, I attack my food once more. The space where Sebastian sat before makes me furrow my brows.

What’s going on with him? I mean sure, we’re really good friends. But we still see each other constantly, why would he be so possessive?

It’s probably all just in my head. My phone light up with the texts I received a couple of minutes ago while I was still on the phone, and this time I physically cannot restrain the smile that comes through as I realize Yoongi is still texting me.

MYG: Really no pressure about the festival. I know Bong-cha really wants to see you, but please don’t feel like you have to come and hang out with us.

MYG: We’re not even that cool, anyways.

MYG: Are you just hanging out with Sebastian tonight??

I stare down at my phone for a moment, the smile being wiped from my face. Plopping down heavily on my bed, I close my eyes and power off my phone.

Yoongi is nice. So nice, apparently, that I can’t even tell now if he’s trying to get me to stay away. The fact is simple: he’s a nice man who has a reputation to uphold and is trying to keep everyone happy. That includes me.

He’s nice for texting me and trying to make sure I’m doing alright. Any decent human being would do that. But there’s also the fact that I’m new to this game in the spotlight and I know that I’m not going to be able to keep my feelings out of this.

I take a moment to breathe, forcing myself to push away the impending panic that sets in. This is no way to live, and I know that I’m only setting myself up for heartbreak when someday I don’t wake up to a good morning text from Yoongi.

It’s only been one day of communicating and I can already feel myself getting too attached.

Powering on my phone again, I flinch at the new texts.

9:17 MYG: Bong-cha just told me her evil plan. 😩 Did she tell you about it on the phone?

9:31 MYG: Sorry if you’re busy! Just text me back when you can. Let me know about your plans for the festival, too.

Even though I’m itching to text him back and waste away the rest of the night talking to him, there’s another more pressing matter I have to face. Quickly getting up and leaving my phone there in order to fight the temptation, I grab my room key and head a few rooms down. A quiet knock and a few seconds later and Sebastian is opening up his door.

He looks down at me warily, and I feel almost like we had a fight because of the way he’s looking at me. Emitting a loud sigh, he shakes it off and grins down at me in a way that makes me question if I even saw the previous expression at all.

“Hey,” I mumble out weakly. Moving past him into his room, he follows silently behind me.

“Hey…?”

Without another word I land face first onto his bed, the action pulling a laugh from him. Good. His laugh reminds me that this is real. This friendship is real, and Sebastian for all his annoying teasing, is a true friend.

Bong-cha is miles away and busy. She’s also biased. So Sebastian is the next best thing.

“I’m freaking out,” the pillow muffles my words but I know he hears me loud and clear. The mattress dips on one side as Sebastian settles onto it, and a moment later a hesitant hand begins kneading the flesh at my shoulders. I let out a satisfied sigh.

“What’s going on?” His tone is gentle, and the sound of it nearly tugs some tears out of my eyes.

“I’m pathetic, Sebastian.” I clutch his pillow and bury my face farther into it. “I’m so pathetic! I’ve literally never met the man before in my life, and I’ve spent the last 24 hours sending a few texts back and forth and I already feel like I’d jump off a cliff for him!”

Sebstian’s hands pause in their kneading for a fraction of a second before continuing on. “I told you you liked him.”

I turn to look at him, and again I catch that wary gaze before he drops it. “Really? ‘I told you so’? Rude. I need help, Sebastian. It’s never going to happen, he’s just being nice, and I just need to be cordial and get through this. Right?”

He nods, contemplating a bit. “Sure. He seems like a great guy. But at the end of the day, the two of you are just caught up in a weird media frenzy and that’s it. Is that what you want me to say?”

“I guess.” I huff, flipping onto my back as I stare up at the ceiling. “Why do I like him though? Am I just desperate?”

Sebastian stands up and laughs. “No way. If you were desperate you would be falling for me, not some inconvenient, crazy famous kpop star.”

Somehow his words make me laugh, the feeling easing the panic a bit. “You’re right, I guess.”

🌙

I end up passing out in Sebastian’s room only to wake up at 3 am and find myself a little too close for comfort to my co-star. Gently untangling myself from his mess of arms and legs, I sneak out of his room and back to my own.

Half-asleep and looking the part, I groan at my reflection in the mirror as I try to brush my teeth. Pointing at my reflection with my toothbrush, I give myself a pep talk.

“You are not pathetic,” pause to spit, “you’re not desperate,” rinse out the brush, “you’re just friendly. You’re practicing making new friends, and Yoongi as well as all of BTS are a part of that. That’s it.”

So when I finally settle down into my cold and very empty bed, I don’t feel very guilty sending Yoongi a late-night text. He never texted me again after the last one I saw, and I easily brush off the feeling of disappointment and replace it with relief.

3:13 ME: Yeah, we’re going. No, I have no idea what the evil plan is. Do we need to come up with a counter-plan? And sorry I never responded...I was busy annoying Sebastian and left my phone in my room. Good morning! This is payback for your late texts last night!

I fall asleep easily after that, double checking that my phone is on silent before snuggling deep down into my pillows.

Honestly, what do I even have to worry about? Everything is going great with promotions, the movie is finished and should be well received, and in a couple of days I’ll get to go see Bong-cha and make new friends!

Into the silence, I can’t help but laugh. I’m not dumb enough to believe that everything will go as planned.

Especially not as my dreams take over and the only thing I can dream of is a man in a black suit, turning around to greet me over and over again. I can never quite see his face, but somehow I know him.

Even in my unconscious state, I lie to myself and say that it’s not Min Yoongi.

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