#he made one for Seb to encourage the habit

[cold--carnage]

guys btw we have sticker charts (one for us and one for our partner) for teeth brushing and every day that we brush our teeth we get a nice sticker :3

[fandomfluffandfuck]

ok so i first was gna send this as an ask but it got out of hand so i posted it on my writing account (@bvckyysarm) but, i want your followers and anons to hear my thoughts:

it's getting ridiculous atp but i cannot stop thinking about chris' fucking hands and it's driving me insane.

i know he loves to do stuff with them all the time, feels antsy or counter-productive if he's not - even if it's turning the pages of a book he's reading, it helps. he likes remembering the sensation of certain things under them, too, pressing on things and stroking things absentmindedly - he'll be sitting in an interview and find himself getting antsy as his interview partner is talking and though he nods along, he's running a hand down his thigh or stroking his beard or pressing on his lips at the same time. it's a habit he can't and doesn't want to kick, and it's the very same when it comes to sebastian.

sebastian's soft all over, except for maybe his chin if he forgets to shave for a couple of days. chris likes him hairless because it feels like they're closer when he touches him, running his hands up his seb's arms if they're cuddling, grabbing his hand at random moments and kissing his knuckles, feeling the warmth of seb's palm under his fingers.

seb's a sucker for his chris' hands look on his skin, slightly red knuckles and wider fingers with neatly trimmed and clean nails, those long, capable fingers... he finds himself watching them if chris is eating or holding something or merely sitting around looking for something to do with his hands, drumming his fingers against his thigh. seb loves chris' hands and it's made very easy to become used to them on him with how often chris is touching him.

when they're having sex chris loves to have a hand around his neck - if they're feeling a little more intense than usual, he'll squeeze, flexing his fingers and delighting in the way seb clenches up around his cock. usually, though, it's a loose hold, one that tells seb to stay where he is, the threat of chris deciding to choke him a little harder very present and very arousing for the both of them. he likes the way his hands look closing around seb's pale neck, too. they're a little darker in colour because of all the traveling chris has been doing on press tours, and the contrast, as simple as it is, gets him hot, knowing that while he's been out in another country with enough sun to tan him decently, sebastian's been here, in their house, waiting for him to come home and give him what he needs.

seb gets especially weak when chris jerks him off, too. his tight fist around seb's leaking cock, stroking slow and leisurely as if seb isn't teetering on the edge of orgasm from barely five strokes, his fingers playing with the head of his cock, thumbing at it and rubbing at the crown, a spot that gets seb's knees weak when it's played with just right. chris tugs at seb's cock and toys with him for as long as it takes for seb to whisper that he's close - and then he'll stop, moving back to kissing behind seb's ear and squeezing rhythmically around his neck and encouraging him to come on only chris' cock.

chris also loves squeezing at seb's hips, tugging them closer if they're spooning, pressing his fingers into them and feeling the softness of them under his hands as bruises start to form there, marking his touch. he'll know they're there under his clothes the next day, and sometimes chris will pull him in for a kiss and lift his shirt to look at the darker marks on his skin, feeling his cock throb at the sheer possessiveness he feels over seb, the fact that he can do this and mark him up and there's not a single thing preventing him from doing so.

so, yeah 🫠, chris' hands.

i know this is long but come on how can i not write about this man's beautiful hands??? playing on my mind nonstop 🫣

you can find this post here

Oh, sweet, I love it when things get out of hand (I'm sorry, lmao) 👀

And I fucking love this. So fucking much. I'm right there with you. Feral. This is so 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

His HANDS.

Oof.

They're too much! 😫 They're too big. Thick, long, and yeah... I could go on, but it'd just be nonsensical keysmashes.

It's really the mental visual of the hand around the throat for me. Especially how you described the way that Sebastian can't help but tighten up on Chris' cock because of the grip around his neck. God.

To add fuel to the fire, may I suggest these drabbles:

Cleaning Up

Comparisons

Tags

Let me re-remind you about this, too

Plus, this isn't mine, but we do know just how large Chris' hands are 👀

(Bonus calculus)

Thank fuck for women in STEM

[winchester-with-wings]

I Saw You First

“An Angel & Her Assassin” sequel

Patron Benefit Fanfic for @softdudebro​!

Pairing:  College AU - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Author's Notes:  People have asked for sequels to this fic and I gave it a shot. I thought I'd dedicate this to Tomorrow since they like Bucky :) hopefully this is a good continuation and elicits some college feels cuz it definitely did for me! Hope ya'll like it!

Summary/Request:   The story of the first time you and Bucky saw each other but didn't actually meet. Then a flash forward to the present. smut.

**inspired by that one video of Seb working out** gif post

Word Count: 1700ish

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Bucky noticed you before he ever encountered you in the laundry room or the elevator of your dorm building. It figures that it would be at the gym, likely one of the regular places he frequented. Of course, you never knew this until after that fateful night at the Halloween party when you finally, truly connected.

When you asked him to tell you the story, he was playfully vague. But you know. You were there. You’d checked him out too.

Here’s how it really happened.

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The summer after your freshman year, you created another reading list to focus on. One of your methods to read these had been to take a book with you to the gym. You figured getting a little exercise at the same time would only help you develop better habits.

It worked, at first. The beginning of the new semester, you went to the gym for maybe two weeks? You enjoyed the ellipticals and recumbent bikes--the things that kept your legs busy but your hands and eyes free to read. It also distracted you from feeling self-conscious about the fact that you didn’t look like the other girls that came to the gym to socialize and work on their already-perfect bodies.

With the addition of classes, going to the gym became a harder habit to keep. You could just stay in your dorm room and read all you want, right? But by now, Rachel, your roommate needed a work-out buddy. Someone to motivate her to continue to go to the gym, as well. She claimed she wanted to get in shape for all the boys she’d scoped out at the floor meeting for the dorm during the first week of the semester.

“Let’s try the classes!” she suggested, pointing at the schedule on the wall. Step Aerobics, Yoga, Zumba, etc. They sounded alright, and maybe a change to your routine would be good.

So you started with the step aerobics class. You didn’t last long. You were breathing hard, face flushed and dripping with sweat. The blood was pounding in your ears, harder than the beats of music and every step on the hardwood floor and plastic steps.

You took a break, heading to the back of the class to get your water bottle. The back of the room was floor to ceiling windows and doors that faced the main area of the gym where all other equipment was. It took you only a second to realize why you disliked this set up. Everyone in the class, mostly other female students were in a fishbowl, on display for all the guys passing by or just blatantly standing at the windows. One guy winked at you and you scowled at him, effectively directing his eyes elsewhere.

What was so sexy about a sweaty step aerobics class? You thought to yourself as you turned to look at Rachel, killing it on the routine.

Oh, the butts, getting toned by the steps...Ugh!

You left after that, picking a leg press machine instead.

“Hey! Why you’d you leave?” Rachel asked after the class was over.

“Did you not see all the guys window shopping?”

“Uh, yeah, I got a number or two,” Rachel giggled, swinging her ponytail over her shoulder. You laughed as you got off the machine, offering it to your friend. She sat down and lowered the weight, significantly.

“I don’t come here to pick up guys.”

“You could if you wanted to,” she said, exhaling on the release. You just rolled your eyes. You told yourself it was because you didn’t have time for a man but really, how could you possibly expect to attract the interest of some jock? The guy that winked at you doesn’t count. He was disqualified the moment he decided to drool over a step aerobics class rather than work out. Your standards weren’t that low, seriously…

You and Rachel tried out a few more machines in the circuit, trying your own hands at strength training. But you realized quickly that you’d left the quieter space of the cardio equipment, too close to the weight lifting benches. Young men of all sizes were pushing themselves to the brink, breathing hard, grunting, exhaling, chanting, and egging each other on.

“Come on, Sam, you can do it! Just two more!” You knew that voice. Everyone on your floor knew Steve Rogers, quarterback, certified hunk and sweetheart. Or at least that’s what you had heard.

“He can’t do it.”

“Shut up, Buck!” a football player shouted as he pushed himself.

Too much testosterone. Intense. Stressful. Intimidating. That’s not what you wanted out of going to the gym. Quite the opposite really.

As you two left the gym, you made a mental note to avoid that area again.

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The next class you attended was Zumba and not only did you keep up with it but you enjoyed it! The music was awesome and the choreography wasn’t too difficult. You could totally see yourself doing this again. But of course, boys… not men… boys…they ruin all the fun.

If step aerobics could catch the attention of onlookers, then zumba was like blood in the water for sharks.

Then again, you did feel sexy, swaying your hips, waving your hands, rolling your body. You decided to put the spectators out of your mind, losing yourself to a Shakira song.

When you left the class, having stayed for the entire thing and deciding to return tomorrow, you felt so good, so confident, that you didn’t care about who was looking. You were just in Nike leggings and a tie-dye shirt, hair up in a messy bun, nothing special, but you felt great.

“Hey, Rach!” someone called out for your friend, inviting her back over to the weight lifting area. The guy who called out for her looked familiar, someone that was likely found hanging out with Steve Rogers.

“Hey Sam,” she greeted him. You stayed by her side, holding onto that Zumba confidence with a steely grip.

You didn’t really listen to what happened between your friend and the football player. You saw Steve a few feet away with another friend. The man was on his back, legs bent and giant dumbbell weights in each hand. Your eyes went wide as you watched him push them up and hold them there. The way his arms were bulging in that gray t-shirt, he was straining himself and you were tempted to tell him to be careful.

“Give me one more!” Steve encouraged him. His friend winced as that last push was almost too much for him.

“Ah, fuck,” he hissed, exhaling and grinding his teeth. He pushed those dumbbells into the air once more and even a second time, then put them down with a loud thud as rubber met the concrete floor.

You didn’t have the best view of his face from his position on the ground and your standing position over 6 feet away, but that sound...like a growl, and his bared white teeth against that strong jaw covered in stubble…it’s a sound that stirred something deep in your belly.

He jumped to his feet and did a few quick squats in those black basketball shorts. You averted your eyes from his perfect ass just as he turned around.

You wouldn’t mind if he’d been watching you dance.

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“Ah, fuck.”

It’s the same sound that he made now as you sit on top of him, his hips thrusting up. His fingers were digging into your hips and would likely leave a bruise, but you didn’t mind. You were Bucky’s and he was yours. You’d staked your claim with that hickey on his chest just the other night.

“Mmph, fuck, damn it. I love it when you move like that,” he grunted. You rolled your hips, earning another moan from his lips before you leaned forward and pressed your chest to his, kissing him. He wrapped his arms around you and pinned you to him as he sat up and rolled over. The grunts and squeaks coming from the two of you as Bucky repositioned himself on top were ridiculous.

“Quit giggling,” he half-laughed. “M’gonna pull a muscle in this bed, I swear.” Your head hit the pillow with a ‘oof’ and another giggle. “Dammit, babe, you make it hard to fuck you when you sound that cute.”

“Then don’t fuck me…” Bucky’s hips froze, his cock buried deep inside you. His sharp features softened with outright confusion and a slight insecurity. You reached up to caress the side of his face, the stubble on his cheek itching your palm. “Make love to me.” Bucky released a heavy sigh, rolled his eyes and collapsed on top of you.

“Don’t mess with me like that, Doll,” he whispered into your hair, using your new favorite pet name. His slow thrusts picked up again while he kept his face next to yours. You held onto him for dear life as the tension inside you continued to build until your arched back signaled your release. Bucky kept pumping until the lasting effects of your orgasm sent him over the edge. Rather than stopping completely, he slowed down until the only movement was a twitch of pleasure every now and then. “Oh my god,” he whispered, peppering kisses on your shoulder. “I’m taking you to dinner.”

“Why?” you laughed.

“I’m sorry, darlin, are you turning down a free meal? Is it the company? Do you just use me for my body?” Bucky climbed off of you but you reached out for him; He stumbled as he fully ejected himself from the bed.

“Nonono, that’s not what I said!” you said, as you continued to laugh. “I’m just wondering...if that’s your way of paying me for my services,” you wiggled your eyebrows, a hint at your teasing. Bucky snapped a finger and pointed at you, putting on his own mock serious face.

“Hooker, I’m taking you to dinner because I want to.” Having cleaned himself up, Bucky tugged on his basketball shorts and a t-shirt he’d left in your dorm room the other day. The boy considered your floor his own personal closet. “We’ve stayed in, ordered food and watched movies and you’ve even helped me with my papers. You deserve to go out to an actual restaurant.”

“Okay, well, we should probably shower before we go out.”

“Oh, I agree but I can’t share that shower with you. It was too dangerous the first time. Never again.”

You picked up your towel and toiletries as Bucky sat in a bean bag chair on your floor. You tapped him on the nose.

“Never say never, Buck,” you said with a wink.

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[afictionaladventure16]

Just Good Friends (Tom Holland x Stan!Reader) *TEASER*

Summary: Many seemed to believe that Sebastian Stan grew up as an only child, while this was true, he wasn’t actually the only child. Soon after he had left for college his mother and stepfather took in a family friends daughter and not long after that they adopted her. Sebastian finally got the sibling he has always wanted and quickly grew protective, especially when a certain Spider Boy slowly begins to fall head over heels for her.

A/N: I know, I know, I’m horrible for starting another series when I haven’t finished the other ones.... but like.... *shrugs* oh well. This will start off to be set during the filming of Civil War! Also, thank you to @mybesttobobcratchit for the encouragement and for looking over this for me! 

Masterlist will be posted later! 

“He won’t find out,” Tom said with a smile as you walked alongside him. 

“Oh, I think we’re past that,” Tom gave you a confused expression, “he knows.” 

“What makes you say that?” 

“Because he’s Winter Soldier walking his way over here,” you said as you stared at your brother who was furrowing his eyebrows in anger as he made his way over. 

“Winter Soldier walk? What’s that?” You let out a frustrated sigh as you grabbed Tom’s face, forcing him to look behind him, “Oh shit! That’s the winter soldier walk.” 

“You better run,” you informed. 

“B-but why?” Tom cleared his throat, “We’re just good friends… right?” He gave you a wink. 

“Tooom!” Sebastian yelled as he got closer, “I’m going to kill you!” He exclaimed as he walked up to Tom, “I told you my sister was off limits!” 

“Seb,” you warned as you placed yourself in front of Tom, gently placing your hands on Sebastians chest, a way to get him to back off, “calm down.” 

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” He yelled, “You two kissed! You!” He pointed to Tom, “this is the last time you break my trust, buddy!” 

“Seb!” You raised your voice, catching Sebastian’s attention, “We didn’t kiss.” 

“But the-” 

“Yeah, it’s all about perspective,” you said as you pulled out your phone, showing him the photos that the paps didn’t show. The photos that showed Tom just placing an innocent kiss on your cheek, “I had a rough day yesterday and Tom was just being a friend… It was just a kiss on the cheek.” 

Sebastian sighed, he continued to look at the photos, he glanced at you and then Tom. He felt embarrased for blowing up, causing attention to gather towards the small group. Sebastain looked around at the crews eyes who were watching them intently, “Sorry,” he mumbled to Tom, “it’s jus-” 

“No, I get it,” Tom said with a nod, “I have younger siblings.” Tom cleared his throat, “I should go, though. I’ll see you later?” Tom questioned as he gave you a smile, you gave him a small nod before he walked off.

Sebastian sighed, “Rough day?” Sebastian questioned as soon as Tom had walked off, “why didn’t you come talk to me?” 

“Because you were busy.” 

“I’m never too busy when it comes to, you know what.” 

“Yesterday I asked you if you had a moment and you said and I quote, ‘not now, Y/N, I’m busy.’” 

Sebastian let out a dry chuckle, “Sorry about that, I guess I was in a bad mood with the scenes and Margarita... but I’m not busy now.” 

You sighed as you looked around, “can we get out of here?” 

Sebastian nodded, “come on, let’s go to the trailer.”

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[harley-sunday]

The Draw (13)

Summary: The whirlwind starts at the 2018 ACE Comic Con in Phoenix but you’re not sure where it will end...

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader 

Warnings: Language. Smut. NSFW directly under the cut (what better way to start eh?)

Word count: 3651

AN: Surprise, I guess?! I know I said I was done with Tumblr forever and ever, but I cannot, for the life of me, leave something unfinished. And so here we are. Part 13 of The Draw, almost 9 months after I last posted something. I’m not sure anyone is even still interested in this, but here it is. If you are still reading this - hi! I love you. Please let me know what you think :)

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The smell of coffee wakes you, and it doesn’t surprise you to find the spot next to you empty, albeit still warm. The sun is already peeking through the curtains and the alarm clock on your nightstand lets you know it’s later than you thought it would be. Brunch then, instead of breakfast, you mumble to yourself as you get out of bed. Out of habit you walk to the bathroom to take a quick shower, so you’re ready to face the day, but then you remember neither of you have plans today because it’s Saturday and so you skip the shower and instead grab what is now considered your bathrobe off the hook and wrap it around you as you make your way to the kitchen.

You find him there, his back towards you, busy making scrambled eggs, quietly humming along to Duran Duran’s “The Reflex”, and your heart, oh your heart is just bursting at the seams. You walk up to him, standing on your tiptoes as you wrap your hands around his waist and kiss his bare shoulder, mumbling an, “I love you,” absentmindedly.

You feel him tense up and you quietly curse yourself, because shit, is it too soon? Should you have gone with the regular “I like you?” again. Is this not where you are at right now? Jesus, this was stupid. You lower yourself and lean your forehead against his back, ready to apologize when you feel him take your hand and loosening your grip, allowing him to turn around in your arms. You look at him, expecting him to say something like, “Maybe we should talk.” but instead there’s this spark in his eyes and then he cups your face and kisses you with so much passion that all the doubt you had is gone in an instant. 

He pushes you backward, gently, until your back bumps against the kitchen island, your lips never even leaving his. Tracing your lips with his tongue, he’s asking for permission to enter before you’ve even had the chance to catch your breath. Your hands are in his hair then and you pull him closer, deepening the kiss, pushing yourself up, wanting to get lost in him. His hands are roaming now, one on the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to him, while the other slides down your shoulder and into your bathrobe, cupping your breast over your trusted NCU shirt, the friction from his thumb rubbing over the fabric making your nipple hard almost instantly. He pushes into you a little more and you can feel his erection through his boxers, rubbing against you in a way that makes you moan into his mouth, begging for more. 

He breaks away then, a mischievous look in his eyes, before he starts placing quick kisses along your jawline and then sucks on the spot just below your ear until he draws out a moan from you. His hands travel further down, finding the ribbon that holds your bathrobe together, untying it skilfully with one hand. With a slight shake of your shoulders the fabric slides down and pools at your feet. His mouth is on your throat, nipping and sucking and you tilt your head back because you want more. He pulls away then, eyes wide with lust as he looks at you, before he grabs onto your hips and lifts you up, sitting you down on top of the kitchen island.

His hands have found the hem of your shirt, gently pushing it up and over your head, his lips attacking your throat again as he discard the piece of fabric somewhere on the floor. You lean back, arching your back, your niples pressing against his chest. He groans before he dips his head down and moves his mouth from your breast down to your belly button and further on to your panties, his hands on your hips as he continues down to your thighs, his skilled tongue never far from your aching core. You let your legs fall to the side, giving him better access, and he looks up to you through hooded lids, the wicked grin still on his lips as he uses his thumb to push the fabric aside, softly blowing on your throbbing clit. 

You mutter a quiet, “Fuck,” at the sensation, your hands in his hair again, keeping him where you need him most.

He doesn’t need any more encouragement and it’s all mouth, teeth, and tongue from there on out, one hand on your stomach to keep you in place, while the fingers of his other hand find a way to work together with his mouth that has you on edge almost immediately. 

“Seb, fuck,” you breathe, your orgasm close.

He hums in appreciation and the vibrations, together with his tongue now focusing solely on your clit, send you over, a wave of pleasure washing over you as you let out a loud moan. He keeps licking, helping you come down from your high gently, until you release your fingers from his hair and let out a content sigh. He pulls back then, pushing himself up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before his grin returns, “I love you too.”

You smile, pulling him in for another kiss, still tasting yourself on his lips. Dragging your teeth across his lower lip you let your hand slide down his stomach, down to his boxers, cupping him just as you bite down ever so gently, a hiss escaping him. You throw your legs around his waist and he gets the hint, picking you up and carrying you to his bedroom and God, you hope he’s remembered to turn off those eggs. 

You greet the other people in the elevator with a simple nod, not bothering with a cheerful “Good morning,” like you did the first day you were here. You got some pretty ugly looks that day because you’d forgotten how different New Yorkers are compared to the, maybe, over-friendly people in Charlotte. 

Your office is on the twenty-ninth floor and so it takes you some time to get there, most people getting off on lower floors. After a stop on the twenty-seventh floor it’s just you and what you think might be one of the interns, who tells you to pass with a shy, “After you, ma’am,” once you’ve hit your floor.

You’re about to argue that you’re not old enough to be called that but his cheeks are red enough as it is so you just pass him with a nod of your head. You greet Jenny at the front desk before you make your way to your office and you’ve just set your laptop bag down when your phone rings. You smile when you see who’s calling and so you answer with an almost too cheery, “Hi, Deb!”

“Jesus, kid,” Deb groans, “it’s Monday morning, take it down, will you?”

You chuckle, knowing all too well your boss doesn’t do well with mornings. In fact, it’s weird she’s even calling you at this hour, because she normally doesn’t come in until Monday afternoon and so you’re instantly on edge, “Everything ok there?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she answers and you can just see her wave her hand at your dismissively. “San Francisco is the problem.”

“Oh,” you answer, not sure where this is going.

“They need you there, kid,” Deb sighs. “Shit has hit the fan over there and they’ve called in our help. Hell, they asked specifically for you.” She chuckles, “You must have done one hell of a job there in New York if word has gotten out to the other offices.” 

“Thanks, I guess?” 

“Don’t be like that, you’re not a kid anymore. Own up to your success, will you?”

Never one to beat around the bush, Deb, but you can’t help but smile, “Thanks.”

“I need you to fly out there tomorrow, start on Wednesday,” she starts and putting the phone between your ear and shoulder, you grab a notepad and pen, because you know a list of instructions is about to follow, even though the part where she told you you’d have to leave tomorrow keeps replaying in your head. 

You go over everything once more before you end the call, a sigh escaping your lips once you’ve hung up. You go over Sebastian’s schedule in your head, but you know it’s all back-to-back meetings and whatnot today and there’s no chance of seeing him before dinner tonight. Flipping your phone over in your hand you debate whether or not to text him, but you figure it might be better to just tell him in person. Instead you start up your laptop and set out to finish what needs to be finished before the end of the day.

“I just don’t understand why our time together is always cut short,” you say, trying not to sound like a whining teenager but failing miserably.

“We’ve had almost two weeks together, babe,” Sebastian chuckles and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you make your way back to his apartment after dinner. “That’s already a lot more than that half a day in LA.”

“Yeah, true,” you sigh. You wrap your arm around his waist, savouring these last couple of hours together. Your flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow afternoon, but Sebastian’s schedule is packed tomorrow so you’ve only got until breakfast to spend time together. 

“How long do you have to stay there anyway?”

“Until the end of the month, probably.” Deb made you promise you wouldn’t leave until everything was sorted and from what she told you that would take at least two weeks. Probably three. You’ve done this before, this travelling across the country to help other offices, but that was three years ago, when the Charlotte office first started expanding to other cities. Back then it was a relief to get away from Mark and somehow you think Deb knew. She always picked you to go even if there were people more qualified at that point in your career. 

“So I won’t see you before I leave?”

Sebastian’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look up at him, your heart dropping a little when you see how disappointed he looks. “You’re leaving on the eighteenth, right?” You watch him nod and shake your head in response, “Then no, I’ll still be on the west coast.” 

“Fuck,” he mutters quietly. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, almost automatically.

“Hey, no, don’t apologise,” he pulls you closer and kisses your temple before he continues, “It just means we’ll have to say our goodbyes tomorrow.” It isn’t until he fishes his key from out of his pocket that you realize you’re already at his building, but before he has a chance to use it Joe is already at the door, holding it open for you with a smile, “Good evening, Mr Stan, Miss (Y/L/N).” 

“Hey Joe,” you and Sebastian say at the same time as you pass him on your way in. The ride up in the elevator is quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. His arm is still wrapped around you and you lean into him, willing time to slow down. 

“I’ll be seeing you,” Sebastian says, kissing your forehead. He’s just put on his coat, ready to head out to his training session, but he’s stalling and you know it. 

“Yeah, in two months,” you huff, arms folded across your chest. This is not the way you want to say goodbye, but the anger keeps you from crying so at least that’s something.

“Hey,” Sebastian gently lifts your chin with his finger to make you look at him, “it’s just fifty-nine days, babe. We can do this.”

You’re about to say you don’t want to, but then you realize this attitude is getting you nowhere so you smile at him instead, “I love you, Stan.”

“I love you,” he says before he leans in and kisses you, an urge behind it that tells you he means it. He pulls back then, a sad smile on his lips, “I’ll miss you, but I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Me too,” you agree, before you kiss his cheek, “Now go, or you’ll be late.” 

“Call me when you land?”

“I will.” Another kiss then, “Bye.”

“Hello, my bestest friend,” you say when you hear Lauren pick up the phone.

“I’m sorry, who is this?” Lauren shoots back and if you didn’t know her so well you would think she was genuinely upset, but you’ve been best friends for years and years and so you just laugh at her mockery.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Lauren continues. “Did you suddenly forgot how to use a phone? Forget you had a best friend maybe?”

“Oh, Lauren,” you say, serious then, “I am sorry. I know I should have called more often.”

“Damn right,” she mutters.

“I am calling you now, though,” you continue. “And I’ve got all the time in the world to catch up with my bestest friend.”

“Why?”

“Deb’s sending me to the San Fran office, so I’m at the airport, waiting for my flight out and-”

“You’re leaving New York?” 

“Yeah,” you draw out, before taking a sip of your coffee. You’re at JFK, killing time somewhere in the terminal while you wait for your gate to be announced, arriving way too early because you didn’t feel like staying at Sebastian’s apartment all by yourself. You know you owe Lauren more than just that simple ‘yeah’, and so you give her the full rundown of your conversation with Deb.

“Ok, but that’s actually good news, isn’t it,” Lauren asks. “I mean, it sucks that you have to leave, but it seems like everyone’s finally seeing your full potential, not just Deb!” 

You smile, a lump in your throat because Lauren is still your biggest fan and you can’t ever thank her enough for that. 

“So, ok, wait,” Lauren suddenly says, and you can hear her excitement, “why don’t I come out to see you this weekend? I still have some miles left on my card and it would be fun to see you again!” 

It would be really nice to see her again, you think, suddenly realizing how much you’ve missed her. Plus, there’s so much to catch up on and you prefer to do it in person, over a glass of wine.

“Babe?” Lauren’s voice interrupts your thoughts, “Where are you staying?” 

“Oh, uh, they rented an apartment for me downtown,” you rummage through your bag for your diary, where you wrote down the address. “Hang on,” 

“Oh no, that’s fine, babe, just text it to me,” Lauren says, before she squeals, “Argh, I’m so looking forward to this! I’ll book my flights right away and text you the details, ok?”

Before you have the chance to say anything Lauren ends the call with a “Love you.” and it’s then your gate is announced. 

Taking a deep breath you count to ten in your head, but it does nothing to calm you down and so you keep going until you’ve reached ninety-five and feel some of your anger ebbing away. “What an asshole,” you whisper to no one in particular, because you checked the stalls when you walked in, glad to have found them all empty. You look at yourself in the mirror and aren’t surprised you look a little bewildered. 

You’ve just had a very heated argument with Paul, the guy in charge at the San Francisco office and to say he wasn’t too happy with your suggestions on how to improve operations would be putting it mildly. He nearly bit your head off when you finished your presentation and actually told you he was sorry for asking you to come here. What he had forgotten though, was that Deb joined you in that meeting through a conference call and so he then got a piece of mind from your boss that left him seething. You excused yourself after you told Deb you’d call her later and now here you were, pacing around calling Paul every name under the sun to get some of your anger out. 

Running some cold water over your wrists helps you to cool down and you allow yourself another minute to gather yourself before you square your shoulders and walk out again. It’s only ten to three but you figured you’ve earned an early leave today and so you grab your things, say goodbye to the receptionist and walk out the door before it’s even three. On your way to the car park you text Lauren:

Left early, so I’m picking you up. I’m at exit B.

You drop your laptop bag in the back seat of the rental car Deb provided you with and turn the radio up, singing along to eighties classics all the way to the airport.

“Ugh, what an asshole,” Lauren agrees once you’ve told her about your day at work. She fills up your glass once again, before helping herself to another slice of pizza. You’re sitting on the tiny balcony that comes with the apartment you’re staying at, enjoying the last rays of sunshine together. 

“I know, right?” you agree, nodding fervently but stopping quickly because it makes you slightly nauseous. You blame the second bottle of wine you and Lauren have just finished. “Enough about that dickhead though,” you hold up your glass of wine, “and cheers.” 

Lauren giggles, “Cheers, babe,” She turns towards you after taking a sip, a more serious look on her face, “Are you going back in on Monday though?”

“Yeah,” you nod, more careful this time, “I called Deb on my way to the airport and they gave Paul his notice after I left, so I’m going to have to stay until they’ve found someone else.”

“Oh shit,” Lauren mutters. “That could take a while, though, couldn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “I told Deb I’m available until the end of July, but I don’t know, we’ll see how it turns out.”

“Yeah,” Lauren agrees, “I was going to say you’d probably like to get back before Sebastian comes back from Europe, but then again, he’s in New York anyway, right?”

“Hmm,” you reply, “I figured as much. For me it doesn’t really matter if I’m here or in Charlotte, either way I have to go to New York to see him,” you take a sip of your wine, “or he’d have to come see me, you know, so,” 

“Would you want to stay here? You know, if they can’t find anyone?”

“I don’t know,” you offer, but you can tell from the look Lauren’s giving you she needs a better answer. “I can’t say anything right now, babe. It depends on where things go with Seb, you know, and how he sees our future. I mean, he’s got like, three more projects lined up after this one, so he’s pretty much busy until the end of the year with a couple of breaks in between, and uh,” you shrug, “I guess until then it doesn’t really matter where I’m at, we’ll just have to figure out when and where we can meet.”

“Hmm,” Lauren’s face drops and you can tell something’s bothering her. 

“Oh, babe,” you quickly say, your hand on her arm, giving it a squeeze, “I’m not,” you hesitate, trying to find better words. “I’m not forgetting you, ok? I know you are still in Charlotte and it’s still home, you know? But, I don’t know, maybe, somewhere in the future, if all this works out, I can see myself moving somewhere else.”

“I know.” Lauren sighs, and you’re not surprised to see tears in her eyes. “You were always the more adventurous one, babe, and I love you for it, because it means I get to go to places I’ve never been before with you. But,” she sniffles, “I’ll miss you, that’s all.”

“Oh, Lauren,” you get up off your chair and sit on your best friend’s lap, pulling her in for a hug, “I promise that you will always, always, have a place at my home. Wherever that is. You’re my bestest friend and I’m not leaving you. I will stalk your ass until you get sick of me and beg me to leave you alone. And even then I won’t back off.”

It’s quiet for a while and you wonder if you’ve said anything to hurt Lauren, but then you hear a muffled, “God, you’re so dramatic,” coming from somewhere over your shoulder and you can’t help but laugh. 

You put your car in park and for a moment you just sit there, happy that you’ve survived another week at work. Things have improved slightly now that Paul is gone, but the days are long and there’s so much left to do that you’re starting to worry you might actually be here until the end of July. It’s then you realize it’s been more than 3 weeks since you last saw your family and you decide right then and there that no matter what happens, you’re flying home for the weekend next week. 

Your phone chimes then, pulling you out of your thoughts and your brows knit together in confusion when you read Lauren’s text

Gave him your address, hope you don’t mind. X

You want to text back, asking her who she gave your address to, but it’s then you see someone coming towards you out of the corner of your eye. Your heart jumps when you look up and see the all familiar black baseball cap, his mischievous grin beneath it. You fumble with your seat belt, but make it out of the car in time to jump in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding him tight. 

His mouth is close to your ear when he whisper, “Told you I’d be seeing you.” 

[unnecessarygayfeelings]

Finished my Farafey fanficton! Here’s a link to it on ao3, but I know not everyone uses that, so I’ll post it here under the read more. No content warnings (there’s a small mention of alcohol, but no one is intoxicated), just 2k words of fluff. This is for the Farafey micronation especially @aquilamage because she has epic content that inspires me a lot.

Lavender Lip Gloss

It was new year's eve and Kay was going to be late to the party because her roommate was hogging the bathroom.

Kay should be used to this, really. Ever since she and Sebastian decided to rent an apartment together at the ripe old age of nineteen, she became well aware of her friend's quirks. But she could handle the misplaced pens, loud classical music, and endless pacing at ungodly hours of the night. She would be a hypocrite if she judged him, though. Half of the pens they owned were probably on her desk, and in the early mornings she liked to sing her favourite pop songs in the shower. They argued about who was the cause of their the noise complaints every time they received one.

They've been roommates for years now. Kay was used to Sebastian's habits... except for one.

"Seb, leave the goddamn door open when you're just fixing your hair! I need the hairspray!"

It took a long time for Sebastian to break the habit of placing barriers between them when it wasn't necessary (Kay had grown up in a home with open doors and open hearts; she wants the same for Sebastian), and eventually he stopped locking the door behind him every time he entered a room. Kay respected Sebastian's need for privacy. But she also respected their friendship, and that's why she knew that what she was about to do was not only expected, but acceptable in their tiny apartment. She took a step back, lifted her leg and opened the door with one swift kick.

There was a high-pitched yelp from Sebastian, who had styling gel on his hands, a strand of hair sticking up on his head, and an unimpressed expression on his face as he saw Kay's triumphant smile. "I-I was almost done!"

"You always say that, and then you end up taking another thirty minutes," Kay replied, grabbing her hair spray and securing her high ponytail right there. Sebastian's face scrunched at the smell. She sprayed a little bit of the product in his hair, too. They both laughed, doing the finishing touches on both of their party looks together.

After a final once-over from each of them ("The green button-up was a good choice, right, Kay?" "Yeah, but what about this silver skirt?"), they were ready to go to the new year's party. It was at Miles's house this year, and if they both weren't used to bothering him at every location possible, it might have felt a bit weird to party at the boss's place.

When they arrived at Miles's house, the host himself greets them. Although he does look genuinely pleased to see them, his smile turns strained when Kay tells him to "prepare for trouble, and make it double". While Sebastian is making small talk with Edgeworth, Kay lets her mind trail elsewhere— to the reason she was so eager to get to the party in the first place.

Maya Fey had been in Kura'in for a while now. Despite their friendship being long-distance, they were still very close. Their bond was just as strong as Kay's with Sebastian, although she felt very different about Maya than him. Kay's heart soared every time her phone dinged with a new message. She circled dates on the calendar with a violet marker whenever they planned to video chat. The time difference was brutal, but Kay would gladly stay up late just to hear Maya's voice.

"Waiting for s-someone special?" Sebastian's teasing voice broke Kay out of her thoughts. She hadn't even realized that Miles was long gone. The only one next to her was her best friend, who was looking extra smug. Of course Sebastian knew about her crush. He was the one Kay would go to at one in the morning, bombarding him with texts and asking him if he thought there was a deeper meaning to them. The deeper meaning, he would tell her, is that you both like each other and it's only a matter of time before one of you make a move. He was being ridiculous, of course. Just because Maya called her pretty and laughed a little too loud at her jokes and had a purple heart emoji next to her contact name didn't mean anything.

Okay, it definitely meant something, but Kay wasn't going to take the first step and confess or anything because... she was shy. Ugh. She wasn't used to being shy. Sebastian was the shy one, not her. But Kay hadn't seen Maya in person in what felt like forever (it had been six months), so who knows. Maybe she would make a move.

"Hey, there she is!"

Kay's head shot up, pure enthusiasm with a twinge of anxiousness filling her whole body. She looked to where Sebastian was pointing, and there she was.

Maya Fey was here. Maya Fey was looking around the room. Maya Fey was making eye contact with her. Maya Fey was walking towards her.

"Hey!" Maya Fey's voice sounded so much more real when it wasn't through a speakerphone, all light and chipper. Kay wasn't sure how she'd survive the night, let alone make a move.

"Hi, Maya!" Sebastian greeted, holding out his arms and allowing a brief hug. Maya showed her affection through touch: high fives, hair ruffles, and hand holding. Kay was the same which was one of the reasons why their long distance communication was difficult. You couldn't embrace someone through a screen.

Then Maya turned towards her, arms outstretched, and Kay found herself being pulled in like a magnet. Maya's hugs were warm and welcoming. She didn't miss how they both lingered, the hug lasting many seconds longer than a hug Kay would have with any other friend, even Sebastian. But eventually they had to (slowly) pull away.

"It seems like forever since I've seen you!" Maya exclaimed, looking up at Kay with a big grin. "You look great! I love your skirt!"

Kay's brain seemed to short-circuit. Maya was wearing a cute pink party dress and her long hair was in its usual style, decorated with sparkly hair clips. Her lips were shiny with a purple gloss. It was a light shade, like lavender. Was this weird, just staring at her lips? She needed to respond before it got weird. "Thanks! I love your lip gloss!"

Okay, so now Maya had solid proof that she was staring at her lips. Oops. But Maya just smiled at her. "Haha, thanks! Do you guys want a drink? I saw Miles bought the good champagne."

Had he? Kay didn't even notice. Sebastian nods and then a minute later Maya is offering her a drink. Kay takes the glass, and tries not to think about the brush of Maya's fingers against hers too much.

Conversation is easy. Maya asks what they've been up to since the last time they talked. Kay feels like this question is more for Sebastian, since her and Maya just talked this morning on the phone. Sebastian tells her about his latest case (not a murder, thankfully), and Kay includes details from her perspective as the detective assigned. She's sure she had mentioned this case to Maya before, but Maya seems very interested anyways.

When they ask what news Maya has, she perks up tremendously. "I've finally mastered the bowl without falling on my face!"

Recently, Maya has taken up skateboarding while in Kura'in. Pearl has been the one teaching her; she was very talented, and had a cool skateboard with a flame design on the sides. Kay had been blessed with many cute selfies of Maya in her skating gear (lavender knee and elbow pads, and a florescent pink helmet that could probably blind a person if they stared too long at it) and ten second clips of her skating around in sunglasses, striking poses at the camera. Maya was a beginner but she refused to give up, despite the constant complaining of bumps and bruises from falling all the time.

"Really?" Kay gasps. She's received many texts about the bowl, and according to Maya it was one of the most difficult things to master in her life. ("It's harder than channeling spirits, Kay! Stop laughing, it's the truth!") Kay had never skateboarded before so she felt like she couldn't judge but it certainly didn't look easy.

Maya quickly pulls her phone out of her dress pocket. "Let me show you. Pearly got it on tape! Proof that I'm not making it up to sound cool or anything."

Kay believed her. Maya wouldn't need to make stuff up to sound cool. She unlocked her phone (Kay felt herself blush at the lockscreen— it's a selfie that they had taken the last time Kay was in Kura'in, a trip that was impulsive and expensive but she didn't regret it one bit) and pulled up a video of Maya on top of the bowl. Pearl can be heard off-camera shouting encouragement. Then Maya adjusts her helmet, balances herself on her board, and slides down the bowl in one swift movement. She skids to a stop once she's on the ground. The last thing they hear before the video cuts out is Maya and Pearl screaming with excitement.

"That's so cool!" Kay exclaims, genuinely impressed.

Sebastian's eyes are nearly bugging out of his head. "Whoa! You look like a pro-professional skateboarder!"

"Yeah, this makes all the times I fell down on my butt worth it," Maya says, grinning from ear to ear. They talk some more before Maya goes to mingle with an old friend.

"Hey, do either of you know where Nick is? I want to bug him before the year ends."

Sebastian points Phoenix out across the room, where he is currently distracted by his daughter Trucy pulling an comically long scarf out of the tiny pocket on her blouse. A mischievous smile, a wave of her hand, and Maya's off.

There's a brief silence as they watch Maya leave. Sebastian turns to Kay with the same shit-eating grin he has when he's about to say something clever. "Kay? I diagnose you with gay. Lesbianism, if you want to be specific."

Kay groans. "I know, I know."

"Well, it's clear that she likes you, too, so I don't see what the con-conundrum is."

Kay believed that she was a relatively logical person. Her field of work made use of that trait, tested it. And now she was being presented with more evidence and a restless witness. The pieces fit together perfectly— Maya Fey liked her. The only question was what she going to do with this information.

"Was I... obvious about it?"

Sebastian raises his eyebrow. Takes a long sip of of his drink. "Is that a trick question?"

Not everyone Mr. Edgeworth invited was at the party, but the house is noisy regardless. Friends and acquaintances are talking in groups, there's music coming from an unknown source, the television is playing a new year's special, and Kay's heart is beating up a storm. Despite all of the activity, Kay thinks her heart is the loudest thing in this place.

Sebastian is tapping his fingers against the table next to them. Another noise, although it's muffled by the black gloves he's wearing. "Well, I know you don't like champagne."

Kay looks down at the drink Maya gave her, still full. The condensation from the glass mixes with the sweat on her palm. The feeling of Maya's hand brushing against hers lingers.

In the distance, Maya nudges Phoenix roughly in the side, and his drink splashes on his shirt. Maya laughs and then points at the stain, exclaiming loudly that it kind of looks like the Blue Badger. Phoenix seems to push his annoyance aside to carefully examine his sleeve. Maya calls other people over to look, a light yet determined expression on her face, and Kay can feel herself fall a little more in love.

...

The flashy countdown screen on the TV lights up, signaling the last minute of the year. Kay smiles and swirls the untouched champagne in her glass. She's lost in the way the tiny bubbles cling onto the sides of the cup until something distracts her. Or more accurately, someone.

"Hey," Maya says, placing her own glass on the table in front of them.

"Hey," Kay echoes back intelligently. She places her glass next to Maya's as her friend (she ignores the tightening in her chest when she calls her that; she's not sure there's a single word in this world to describe what Maya is to her) sits down next to her.

There's a moment of silence between them. Maya smells like jasmine and nostalgia. Kay wants to look but she's glowing like the sun, so she decides to play it safe and stare ahead. She sees Sebastian and Klavier talking about something, but she can't concentrate enough on their voices to know the topic.

Maya's voice snaps Kay out of her trance. "Happy new year."

For a split second, Kay thinks she miscounted the seconds, and missed the celebration. She checks the television quickly, and sighs with relief. "You're about thirty seconds too early, but I appreciate your enthusiasm." Then she had to use all of her strength to resist the urge to kick herself for sounding so weird.

"Oh." Cheeks flushed red for sure, Kay risks a glance at Maya. She doesn't regret it. She doesn't think she'll ever get tired of seeing Maya smile. "Happy new year's eve, then?"

She barely pulls herself together before responding in a passably-normal-although-probably-too-eager tone. "Yeah! Happy new year's eve!"

Maya laughs at that, and Kay can physically feel her heart soar. She knows it's bad to look at the sun but she can't help it, and within seconds she's pretty sure she could map out all the freckles on Maya's face. Kay stares too long to pass as normal and she knows it. But Maya is staring, too.

"TEN SECONDS!" Kay doesn't recognizes whose enthusiastic yelling the voice belongs to, but she doesn't even bother tearing her eyes away from Maya.

Ten.

Maya is sitting so close to her that their thighs are touching. How did Kay not notice that until now?

Nine.

Maya hesitantly reaches over and touches Kay's hand with her own.

Eight.

Her hand is shaking slightly. It's sweaty, too. Kay doesn't complain. She's probably the same.

Seven.

Kay curls their fingers together. She can't seem to stop smiling.

Six.

There's no denying it. The walls between them tumble down to reveal something a bit more than friendship, a bit more than just simple attraction.

Five.

Kay wants to say something, anything, but she's been rendered speechless. She's pretty sure she looks ridiculous. Ridiculously lovestruck.

Four.

Maya's other hand reaches over to brush Kay's hair out of her face, and her touch lingers near her cheek.

Three.

There's a line that they haven't neared, trying to maintain their friendship. Maya is standing at the edge of it, threatening to cross over.

Two.

Maya tilts her head, leans in, and closes her eyes. Kay can't hear the music over her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

One.

Kay closes her eyes, leans in, and unconsciously holds her breath.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Their lips met, and Kay smudges Maya's lavender lip gloss.

[clamorbelli]

whaddup . it’s ya boy , skinny penis . ok so there’s not much to put here except hi to any new people that might’ve not seen my intro for noelle & angelo ( CLICK HERE ). i’m jaz, & this here is my newest babe, sebastian higgings. i’ve definitely missed stuff, but underneath the cut u’ll find plenty of fun stuff abt him. and by fun i mean tragic , bc sebastian is a piece of shit. ; )

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TRIGGER WARNINGS  :  death, drugs, alcohol, emotional instability, therapy mentions, unhealthy habits, blood mention.

◟ * ◊ ─  keith powers + cismale + he/him » * believe it or not sebastian belongs to the higgings family. they are 26 years of age and are known to usually spend their time around buena vista apartments. the photographer has been living in victoria for 22 years. the people closest to them describe the bisexual + aquarius to be +inspired and +autonomous as well as -callous and -debauched.

sebastian is the ( current ) eldest son of the late johnathan and sasha higgings, born to the couple when they were happy, in love, and a shining example of what marriage should be. sebastian was a momma’s boy through and through from the day he was born, severe separation issues plaguing his infantdom, only rectified through intense therapy. his bond with his mother, even after finally being convinced she wasn’t the only nice person in the world, never wavered however. they were thick as thieves.

there was never anything remarkable about seb’s childhood except his fondness for the family camera whenever they went on holiday. his parents first believed it was a desire to model, but they soon came to understand it wasn’t being in front of it that seb wanted, he wished to be behind it. from then on they gave him a disposable on every trip, and before long the house was full of his amateur photography.

when he was ten, the unthinkable and unfathomable happened. his mother died. seb had been an entirely normal, average kid up until that point, but part of him died the day his mother slipped away forever. it was impossible for it not too, with the amount of time they’d spent together, his dependency on her at birth, the fact she was his best friend and it didn’t matter what the kids at school thought. as a child, he was ruined, affected for the rest of his life in ways he didn’t quite understand yet.

seb was sixteen by the time victoria was adopted into the family, and his reign of terror on victoria had long since begun. he came home with bloody noses and bruises more times than he could count, he sneered and spat at other kids in the playground, knowing they could do little except beat him to a pulp and have their parents foot the bill. he started drinking all too early, dabbled in drugs no sixteen year old should’ve touched, spent nights away from home, uninterested in the new woman in his father’s life.

victoria, however, was a different story. the pair got on like a house on fire, likely because of their bratty, conniving ways. at that age sebastian was like gasoline and his newfound sister was the match. natalya still had seb’s heart from when they were kids, his sister being the one thing in life he still felt warmth for, but victoria had managed to form a relationship of her own with him. for a while it was them against the world, until cassandra stepped in, pitted the girls against each other, and made life infinitely harder for a boy already on the brink.

he and his father argued daily. blazing rows that ended in smashed kitchenware. seb was losing it but the higgings patriarch failed to see his behaviour as anything more than childish cries for attention. seb didn’t know the empty feeling in his chest wasn’t normal. he didn’t know he shouldn’t play with girls emotions until they cried. he didn’t understand why he only felt things when he was getting into schoolyard fights or looking through the lens of a camera.

seb graduated high school and chose to do an online course for photography, honing his skills whilst remaining close by until his sisters graduated. when they did, he only managed a year without natalya before leaving the city himself, he would miss victoria dearly, but they facetimed every day and skyped properly at the weekends. before he left he told his father to stick his businesses up his ass. he was disconnecting from his legacy. his final words to his father were full of toxicity and rage, as they had been for 12 years now.

he went to new york, cliché and crazy as it may have been, and found a surprisingly immense amount of success. through some ridiculous means, his shots were picked up by a local, renowned photography blog, the owner of the blog also owning a gallery, wishing to display his work. from then on it was up and up. seb travelled the globe, was able to shoot the most incredible places, spent his weeks on planes and trains and on his feet. he had his dream, he made a name for himself, he didn’t need his father.

seb may have had the career of his dreams, but his personal life was a shambles. full of one night stands with no substance, exes that hated his guts, friends who’d found it too unbearable to be around him. he was arrogant, confident in himself to a fault, unable to connect with passion on any level except with his work. he was a riot, a fun guy to be around who was willing to try anything once, but he lacked the ability to form meaningful relationships. people came and went and seb was left, alone, in his fancy apartment somewhere in manhattan. he was as lonely as he was the day his mother had died, things in that regard had never changed.

the phone call he received when victoria died shook him to his core, the male feeling something other than debauchery for the first time in a long time. his father? a fucking waste of space who failed to keep his children safe, but victoria? he flew home just days ago, having one emotional instinct left in him – his brotherly instinct. natalya was still alive and god knows seb was going to lose another member of his family. 

PERSONALITY  :

ok so yeah, seb’s an dick. when i say emotionally unavailable i mean . . . highly, on an unhealthy level that requires some serious therapy. seb lost himself when his mother died and since then he’s been trying to find some solace in these flings he always has but, of course, he never will. he’s apathetic when it comes to people becoming attached to him so tends to be particularly cruel with ppl who get involved w him.

asshole . like, just not . .. a nice person . will point out someone’s faults, will tell u if ur skirt is ugly as fuck, willing to laugh in your face if he thinks what you said is stupid. just doesn’t . . give a f. needs to grow up.

hOWEVERRRR R rr. ofc if he was like that 24/7 he’d never even get people into bed in the first place so he can, of course, turn on the charm. he’s very flirtatious, loves sex and sexually charged conversations. flirting is a hobby for him and it’s one he has fun with. if ur not looking for anything deeper, seb isn’t too bad ig . if you can engage him on things he wants to talk about, keep things chill, not take his dickheadedness to heart, etc, he can be manageable. sort of.

massively confident, but unfortunately it’s justified. he’s beautiful, he’s talented, he’s rich of his own accord, and he’s successful. he’s massively independent, but finds it hard to work in a team.

he’s ! lowkey ! a visionary !!! when it comes to photography he really is that bitch and is genuinely incredible at his job because it’s something he’s actually passionate about. he never turns down the opportunity to photograph, so even though usually he loves money, he’d be willing to do a lot of photography for free whilst he’s back bc ? he just loves doing it, and it reminds him of his mom and how she encouraged him.

uHhh bad habits to the max. the only one of my charas who regularly takes hard drugs and drinks, has a penchant for mdma and is looking into microdosing to help his artistic ability. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS  :

exes from before he moved away

fwbs

best friend, probably only 1 bc . . . intolerable

any kind of connection from before he moved, bc it’s always exciting to see someone again after four years right

enemies lmao

people he knew in new york, if anyone has charas who’ve been there recently

people that were friends with vic

i dunno i’m not good at these y’aLL KNO I LIKE BRAINSTORMING DOMFDOD

give me some angsty shit too

[reveriequill-rai]

Blood Candy: Chapter 2

(finally lmao. still debating on how frequently to post these chapters)

I walked down the ancient-looking stairwell to the basement. What appeared to be dark, dried red paint smeared the walls, as if someone had made some semblance of an attempt to renovate the old stairwell but somehow fainted or otherwise was forced to cut their work short. Then again, with the odd scent that filled the air, I would faint, too.

Finally, I got downstairs to the much cleaner looking, obviously renovated bottom floors. I walked down the hallway, observing the white painted walls lined with all kinds of fliers encouraging habits for better health. Some blotches of red paint stained some parts of the walls and floor, I noticed. Finally, I arrived at room 0134, where I was supposed to meet Dr. Kermit. I sat down, waiting, wondering why a doctor didn’t guide me there themselves. 

The room was small and rather messy. Files were stuffed in overflowing drawers and shelves, pretty easy for the taking. The floor was lined with long scuff marks leading to the door, and there were very little pieces of doctors’ equipment in sight, save for a blood pressure monitor, a vital signs monitor (what?), and a syringe kit.

Must’ve forgot to move that vital signs monitor someplace, I thought. 

“Sorry I’m late,” a male voice suddenly spoke. I jumped slightly as I looked up, startled from the abrupt entrance. 

A young man who appeared to be only a few years older than me was suddenly in the doorway. He had black hair that covered one of his maroon-colored eyes. Aside from the distinctly maroon eyes, not many other features stood out to me. He wore the standard white coat and a black shirt and jeans. 

“Oh! Hey,” I said. “You must be Jasper Kermit.”

“The one and only.” The young doctor smiled. “And no, before you ask, I cannot do a Kermit impression.”

“I’m guessing a lot of people ask you that?” 

An exasperated look crossed Jasper’s face as he sighed.

“It’s a family curse,” he said. “Literally can’t go a day without someone making a Kermit joke. That’s why I say my last name is Kody. Was gonna do that here, too, but my little troll of a brother ratted me out.” 

I chuckled. 

“That’s rough, buddy,” I said. 

“Yep,” Jasper sighed. “So, what grade you in…Dakota, was it? You don’t look that much younger than me.”

“Yep,” I said. “Nearly wrapping up junior year,” I said. 

“Sweet. That was my toughest year…how’s it going?”

“Got an essay due in 2 days, but my parents practically begged me to get my blood drawn first. They want to know if I’m still allergic to eggs so my aunt Natalie won’t have to waste her time preparing her famous end-of-junior-year cake.”

“You’re telling me junior year is so rough that you guys need a full blown party to commemorate the end to this hellish year?” Jasper laughed. “Dang. If only I were that lucky.”

“Sorta. Normally it’s at the end of every year, but they stopped that tradition when they realized I was mildly allergic to eggs.”

“Wish my parents threw me a party with cake when I graduated from medical school,” he said. “But nope! They were so eager to kick me out of the house. What school do you go to?” 

“North Clueham High.”  

Jasper paused and nodded. 

“I see.” He seemed shocked by my answer, but I figured it was nothing.

I smiled.

“Glad I got a doctor that actually treats me like a human being instead of a child or a freakin’ lab rat,” I said. 

“‘Bout time, huh?” Jasper said, grabbing an empty syringe from the cabinet. “I try not to patronize too much. Believe me, I know that feeling all too well. Besides,” he continued, looking back at me with a slightly unnerving look, “I gotta make sure my patients are all nice and cozy before I suck the blood right out of ‘em.” 

I gave a nervous laugh. Maybe Seb was onto something, I thought amusingly to myself.

“Funny you mention that,” I said. “My friend Sebastian runs a conspiracy blog with my friend Akira. It’s called AkiSeb, and right now he’s all over this theory that people who do bloodwork and blood drives are secretly vampires who use humans to gain enough blood to fuel their evil agenda.” 

“Your friends seem smart.” Jasper grinned. 

“More like crazy,” I retorted. “Too many horror movies.” 

“Probably.” 

“Well, when you and your little legion of vampire doctors and nurses finally get enough blood to awaken Dracula or whatever and you guys finally enslave the human race,” I joked, “at least spare my life and everyone else who’s given you blood. You oughta thank us for helping you out, even if unwillingly.”

Jasper laughed.

“Will do,” he said, sitting down in a chair across from me. “But humans suck, no pun intended. You oughta thank us for getting you hooligans under control. Alright, let’s get started.” 

We went through the usual procedure, with me clenching my fists so he gets a good idea of where my veins are and where best to extract blood from. Finally, he chose my arm. 

“Normally I would’ve gone for the neck,” he joked, “but you know how it goes.”

“Can’t give it away?” I laughed. “Smart.”

Jasper grinned as the needle pierced through my skin and into my vein, leaving a sharp, stinging feeling that lingered for what felt like ages. Normally blood drawings only took a few seconds, but it felt like I had been in that chair for almost a minute. 

“Jasper,” a female voice called while I was still getting blood drawn. A nurse who looked about his age with brown, curly hair appeared in the doorway. “You better shut up with all this vampire nonsense. You’re gonna scare your little brother.” 

“Serves him right for revealing my real surname to the whole freakin’ office,” he retorted. “Shouldn’t you be babysitting the little twerp, anyhow?”

The nurse glared daggers at him and disappeared back into the doorway. 

“It’s not babysitting, by the way, he’s 15!” she called. 

“Still a baby!” Jasper yelled back before turning back to me. “That’s Harriet, my co-worker. Major buzzkill. She babysits my little brother since our parents are at work, like, all the time, and I can’t expose the little twerp to stuff like syringes. Dude might stab my eyes out for teasin’ him so much.” 

“My older sister was annoying,” I said, “so I can’t blame you. Good thing she’s married now so she can go bother her husband instead of me.” 

Finally, the blood drawing was finished. 

“There we go,” Jasper said, applying the wad of cotton and the bandages over it. “You good?” 

“Yeah…” I said, still slightly nervous. “That felt pretty long, though. How much did you take?”

“Enough. It may have felt long, but I assure you it was only a few seconds.”

“Really? I’m positive I was there for almost a minute.” I checked my watch. “Yep. Definitely a minute, give or take.”

“Strange.” Jasper secured the syringe with my blood in it. “Maybe I’m just so used to this that it feels much shorter to me.”

I stood up, but Jasper gestured for me to sit back down.

“I’m gonna go put this in the lab so I can get the results,” he said. “Can I trust you to wait here ‘till I get back?”

I nodded. 

Jasper gave me a smile as he left the room with the blood-filled syringe in hand. I went on my phone while I waited, calling Seb and telling him to get ready to pick me up.

“Oh hey! You’re alive!” Seb teased over the phone. He then said in a monotone voice, like an automated phone call, “Thank you for donating to the Clueham Charity for Vampires in Need. Your contribution to the future enslavement of the human race is very much appreciated, ya filthy mortal.” 

“Oh, shut it,” I laughed. “Turns out the doctor has a sense of humor after all. He was on that whole vampire junk, too. Told him about you while he was at it.��� 

“Really? What’d he say?” 

“He said you were smart,” I answered, “and I said you were a buffoon who watches too many horror movies.” 

“I like him,” Seb said. “What’s his name?”

“Uhh…” I contemplated which of Jasper’s last names to use. “Jasper Kody.” 

“Sweet. I’ll be sure to get an appointment with him next time I need one,” he said. “Hopefully he doesn’t have a stake through his heart by that point.” 

I rolled my eyes. We proceeded to talk about whatever was on our minds for about the next ten minutes while I waited for Jasper to get back. 

“This dude’s taking forever,” I groaned, interrupting our mini-debate/scenario on whether or not we would survive a slasher movie. “He better have my results back--and I swear if you mention anything about how he’s secretly a vampire, I will personally bash that big head of yours in and drive home myself.”

“You can’t even drive, ya killjoy,” Seb taunted. “But you know me so well. I’m almost flattered. Emphasis on ‘almost.’”

I checked the battery on my phone. Only 5%?! I swear I remember charging this thing, I thought.

“Shoot, I gotta hang up,” I said. “Remember to actually pick me up this time?”

“Fine, if I must,” Seb laughed. “We don’t want a repeat of the mall incident; Akira might actually murder me if I leave you again. See ya.” 

As if on cue, Jasper finally came back. The blood-filled syringe was swapped out for a red ball in plastic wrapping that he held in his hand.

“Now, I know this seems childish,” he admitted bashfully, “but believe me, I do this to all my patients. Besides, it’s good to keep your energy up after a blood drawing.”

It was a piece of candy. A small, translucent red, probably strawberry or cherry flavored ball of hard candy. It almost looked like a cat’s eye marble. 

“O-oh, thanks…!” I said. “…but I really don’t do sweets.”

Jasper raised an eyebrow, a bit of a disapproving look on his face. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that...I thought, silently cursing myself for being so rude. He didn’t have to give me the candy...so I might as well take it, right? 

“B-but I can give it to my friend Seb!” I said suddenly. “Y’know, conspiracy blog guy? Yeah, he’s got a crazy sweet tooth. One time I gave him most of my Halloween candy when we went trick-or-treating...and he downed the entire thing in, like, half a day.”

The smile returned to Jasper’s face as I took the candy. 

“Nice,” he said. “Have a good day!” 

“You too!” I said, still slightly embarrassed that I hurt the young doctor’s feelings.

After quickly walking back upstairs, I looked around for a nearby seat while I waited for Seb. The only one nearby was taken by a kid in a dark green jacket with messy brown hair. I decided to stand. The kid, who looked rather nervous, looked at me almost pleadingly.

“You alright?” I asked the kid. He nodded. He only looked a few years younger than me. 

“You got Jasper, right?” he asked me. I nodded. 

“Why’d you ask?” I said. 

“That’s my brother. I’m Oliver, but you can call me Oli.” 

“Ah. Nice to meet you. I’m—“

“Dakota? Yeah. I overheard that whole conversation while he was stealing your blood.”

I sighed. If I hear anything related to vampires one more time—

“Your brother got you on this whole vampire mess, too?” I said. “Geez, what is it with everyone and vampires, today? First my friend, now my doctor, now his kid brother…” 

“He likes to chase me around the house with syringes he brings home,” Oli admitted bitterly. 

“Oof…that’s gotta be scarring.” I leaned against the wall next to the seat Oli was in. “Did he ever…?”

“Stick me with one? No,” Oli answered, then quickly added. “Only because I knocked it away from him in time.” 

I froze. Now, I used to lie to my mom all the time whenever my sister and I were play-fighting, insisting that she always hurt me more than she was supposed to. So, Oli could easily be getting revenge on Jasper “stereotypical annoying older brother” Kermit by making me believe he was much more cruel than he seemed.

Or he wasn’t. 

“Oh…” was all I managed to say before I got a text from Seb.

“I’m outside.”

“Shoot, I gotta go,” I told Oliver. “See ya around!” I walked off, quickening my pace so as not to deal with more of this vampire nonsense from anyone else.

“No you won’t,” the boy said bluntly. I stopped in my tracks and turned around.

“If you know what’s good for you,” Oliver said, looking me dead in the eyes, “you won’t come back here again.”

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Blood Candy: Chapter 2

By Ruqayyah Pickel

This is the second chapter of a longer piece of writing.  Chapters will be posted here as they are finished.  Stay tuned for the continuation of the story.

I walked down the ancient-looking stairwell to the basement. What appeared to be dark, dried red paint smeared the walls, as if someone had made some semblance of an attempt to renovate the old stairwell but somehow fainted or otherwise was forced to cut their work short. Then again, with the odd scent that filled the air, I would faint, too.

Finally, I got downstairs to the much cleaner looking, obviously renovated bottom floors. I walked down the hallway, observing the white painted walls lined with all kinds of fliers encouraging habits for better health. Some blotches of red paint stained some parts of the walls and floor, I noticed. Finally, I arrived at room 0134, where I was supposed to meet Dr. Kermit. I sat down, waiting, wondering why a doctor didn’t guide me there themselves. 

The room was small and rather messy. Files were stuffed in overflowing drawers and shelves, pretty easy for the taking. The floor was lined with long scuff marks leading to the door, and there were very little pieces of doctors’ equipment in sight, save for a blood pressure monitor, a vital signs monitor (what?), and a syringe kit.

Must’ve forgot to move that vital signs monitor someplace, I thought. 

“Sorry I’m late,” a male voice suddenly spoke. I jumped slightly as I looked up, startled from the abrupt entrance. 

A young man who appeared to be only a few years older than me was suddenly in the doorway. He had black hair that covered one of his maroon-colored eyes. Aside from the distinctly maroon eyes, not many other features stood out to me. He wore the standard white coat and a black shirt and jeans. 

“Oh! Hey,” I said. “You must be Jasper Kermit.”

“The one and only.” The young doctor smiled. “And no, before you ask, I cannot do a Kermit impression.”

“I’m guessing a lot of people ask you that?” 

An exasperated look crossed Jasper’s face as he sighed.

“It’s a family curse,” he said. “Literally can’t go a day without someone making a Kermit joke. That’s why I say my last name is Kody. Was gonna do that here, too, but my little troll of a brother ratted me out.” 

I chuckled. 

“That’s rough, buddy,” I said. 

“Yep,” Jasper sighed. “So, what grade you in…Dakota, was it? You don’t look that much younger than me.”

“Yep,” I said. “Nearly wrapping up junior year,” I said. 

“Sweet. That was my toughest year…how’s it going?”

“Got an essay due in 2 days, but my parents practically begged me to get my blood drawn first. They want to know if I’m still allergic to eggs so my aunt Natalie won’t have to waste her time preparing her famous end-of-junior-year cake.”

“You’re telling me junior year is so rough that you guys need a full blown party to commemorate the end to this hellish year?” Jasper laughed. “Dang. If only I were that lucky.”

“Sorta. Normally it’s at the end of every year, but they stopped that tradition when they realized I was mildly allergic to eggs.”

“Wish my parents threw me a party with cake when I graduated from medical school,” he said. “But nope! They were so eager to kick me out of the house. What school do you go to?” 

“North Clueham High.”  

Jasper paused, and nodded. 

“I see.” He seemed shocked by my answer, but I figured it was nothing.

I smiled.

“Glad I got a doctor that actually treats me like a human being instead of a child or a freakin’ lab rat,” I said. 

“‘Bout time, huh?” Jasper said, grabbing an empty syringe from the cabinet. “I try not to patronize too much. Believe me, I know that feeling all too well. Besides,” he continued, looking back at me with a slightly unnerving look, “I gotta make sure my patients are all nice and cozy before I suck the blood right out of ‘em.” 

I gave a nervous laugh. Maybe Seb was onto something, I thought amusingly to myself.

“Funny you mention that,” I said. “My friend Sebastian runs a conspiracy blog with my friend Akira. It’s called AkiSeb, and right now he’s all over this theory that people who do bloodwork and blood drives are secretly vampires who use humans to gain enough blood to fuel their evil agenda.” 

“Your friends seem smart.” Jasper grinned. 

“More like crazy,” I retorted. “Too many horror movies.” 

“Probably.” 

“Well, when you and your little legion of vampire doctors and nurses finally get enough blood to awaken Dracula or whatever and you guys finally enslave the human race,” I joked, “at least spare my life and everyone else who’s given you blood. You oughta thank us for helping you out, even if unwillingly.”

Jasper laughed.

“Will do,” he said, sitting down in a chair across from me. “But humans suck, no pun intended. You oughta thank us for getting you hooligans under control. Alright, let’s get started.” 

We went through the usual procedure, with me clenching my fists so he gets a good idea of where my veins are and where best to extract blood from. Finally, he chose my arm. 

“Normally I would’ve gone for the neck,” he joked, “but you know how it goes.”

 “Can’t give it away?” I laughed. “Smart.”

Jasper grinned as the needle pierced through my skin and into my vein, leaving a sharp, stinging feeling that lingered for what felt like ages. Normally blood drawings only took a few seconds, but it felt like I had been in that chair for almost a minute. 

“Jasper,” a female voice called while I was still getting blood drawn. A nurse who looked about his age with brown, curly hair appeared in the doorway. “You better shut up with all this vampire nonsense. You’re gonna scare your little brother.” 

“Serves him right for revealing my real surname to the whole freakin’ office,” he retorted. “Shouldn’t you be babysitting the little twerp, anyhow?”

The nurse glared daggers at him and disappeared back into the doorway. 

“It’s not babysitting, by the way, he’s 15!” she called. 

“Still a baby!” Jasper yelled back before turning back to me. “That’s Harriet, my co-worker. Major buzzkill. She babysits my little brother since our parents are at work, like, all the time, and I can’t expose the little twerp to stuff like syringes. Dude might stab my eyes out for teasin’ him so much.” 

“My older sister was annoying,” I said, “so I can’t blame you. Good thing she’s married now so she can go bother her husband instead of me.” 

Finally, the blood drawing was finished. 

“There we go,” Jasper said, applying the wad of cotton and the bandages over it. “You good?” 

“Yeah…” I said, still slightly nervous. “That felt pretty long, though. How much did you take?”

“Enough. It may have felt long, but I assure you it was only a few seconds.”

“Really? I’m positive I was there for almost a minute.” I checked my watch. “Yep. Definitely a minute, give or take.”

“Strange.” Jasper secured the syringe with my blood in it. “Maybe I’m just so used to this that it feels much shorter to me.”

I stood up, but Jasper gestured for me to sit back down.

“I’m gonna go put this in the lab so I can get the results,” he said. “Can I trust you to wait here ‘till I get back?”

I nodded. 

Jasper gave me a smile as he left the room with the blood-filled syringe in hand. I went on my phone while I waited, calling Seb and telling him to get ready to pick me up.

“Oh hey! You’re alive!” Seb teased over the phone. He then said in a monotone voice, like an automated phone call, “Thank you for donating to the Clueham Charity for Vampires in Need. Your contribution to the future enslavement of the human race is very much appreciated, ya filthy mortal.” 

“Oh, shut it,” I laughed. “Turns out the doctor has a sense of humor after all. He was on that whole vampire junk, too. Told him about you while he was at it.” 

“Really? What’d he say?” 

“He said you were smart,” I answered, “and I said you were a buffoon who watches too many horror movies.” 

“I like him,” Seb said. “What’s his name?”

“Uhh…” I contemplated which of Jasper’s last names to use. “Jasper Kody.” 

“Sweet. I’ll be sure to get an appointment with him next time I need one,” he said. “Hopefully he doesn’t have a stake through his heart by that point.” 

I rolled my eyes. We proceeded to talk about whatever was on our minds for about the next ten minutes while I waited for Jasper to get back. 

“This dude’s taking forever,” I groaned, interrupting our mini-debate/scenario on whether or not we would survive a slasher movie. “He better have my results back--and I swear if you mention anything about how he’s secretly a vampire, I will personally bash that big head of yours in and drive home myself.”

“You can’t even drive, ya killjoy,” Seb taunted. “But you know me so well. I’m almost flattered. Emphasis on ‘almost.’”

I checked the battery on my phone. Only 5%?! I swear I remember charging this thing, I thought.

“Shoot, I gotta hang up,” I said. “Remember to actually pick me up this time?”

“Fine, if I must,” Seb laughed. “We don’t want a repeat of the mall incident; Akira might actually murder me if I leave you again. See ya.” 

As if on cue, Jasper finally came back. The blood-filled syringe was swapped out for a red ball in plastic wrapping that he held in his hand.

“Now, I know this seems childish,” he admitted bashfully, “but believe me, I do this to all my patients. Besides, it’s good to keep your energy up after a blood drawing.”

It was a piece of candy. A small, translucent red, probably strawberry or cherry flavored ball of hard candy. It almost looked like a cat’s eye marble. 

“O-oh, thanks…!” I said. “…but I really don’t do sweets.”

Jasper raised an eyebrow, a bit of a disapproving look on his face. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that...I thought, silently cursing myself for being so rude. He didn’t have to give me the candy...so I might as well take it, right? 

“B-but I can give it to my friend Seb!” I said suddenly. “Y’know, conspiracy blog guy? Yeah, he’s got a crazy sweet tooth. One time I gave him most of my Halloween candy when we went trick-or-treating...and he downed the entire thing in, like, half a day.”

The smile returned to Jasper’s face as I took the candy. 

“Nice,” he said. “Have a good day!” 

“You too!” I said, still slightly embarrassed that I hurt the young doctor’s feelings.

After quickly walking back upstairs, I looked around for a nearby seat while I waited for Seb. The only one nearby was taken by a kid in a dark green jacket with messy brown hair. I decided to stand. The kid, who looked rather nervous, looked at me almost pleadingly.

“You alright?” I asked the kid. He nodded. He only looked a few years younger than me. 

“You got Jasper, right?” he asked me. I nodded. 

“Why’d you ask?” I said. 

“That’s my brother. I’m Oliver, but you can call me Oli.” 

“Ah. Nice to meet you. I’m—“

“Dakota? Yeah. I overheard that whole conversation while he was stealing your blood.”

I sighed. If I hear anything related to vampires one more time—

“Your brother got you on this whole vampire mess, too?” I said. “Geez, what is it with everyone and vampires, today? First my friend, now my doctor, now his kid brother…” 

“He likes to chase me around the house with syringes he brings home,” Oli admitted bitterly. 

“Oof…that’s gotta be scarring.” I leaned against the wall next to the seat Oli was in. “Did he ever…?”

“Stick me with one? No,” Oli answered, then quickly added. “Only because I knocked it away from him in time.” 

I froze. Now, I used to lie to my mom all the time whenever my sister and I were play-fighting, insisting that she always hurt me more than she was supposed to. So, Oli could easily be getting revenge on Jasper “stereotypical annoying older brother” Kermit by making me believe he was much more cruel than he seemed.

Or he wasn’t. 

“Oh…” was all I managed to say before I got a text from Seb.

“I’m outside.”

“Shoot, I gotta go,” I told Oliver. “See ya around!” I walked off, quickening my pace so as not to deal with more of this vampire nonsense from anyone else.

“No you won’t,” the boy said bluntly. I stopped in my tracks and turned around.

“If you know what’s good for you,” Oliver said, looking me dead in the eyes, “you won’t come back here again.”

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PLAYER INFORMATION

Name: Renee Preferred Pronouns: she/her Age [17+]: 21 Timezone: mst How did you find us?: friends.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name:

Sebastian

Character Faceclaim:

Please note: We do not accept FC’s who are under the age of 18.

First Choice: Sebastian Stan.

Second Choice: Ryan Reynolds.

Character’s Age:

29 or 81

Character’s Birthday:

December 23rd.

Character’s Species

Vampire.

TV Show & Occupation:

Operation unknown as William Mores.

Biography:

Sebastian was born hungry, 1936 in the Soviet Union, famine was everywhere especially with world war two on the horizon, his mother didn’t survive his birth, his father a prisoner of war – His grandmother frail and weak but loving. He was born hungry in a world with too many mouths to feed and too little food to survive on. It was a hard life, working for scraps that barely sustained him, let alone the one person who’d kept him warm on nights that the cold threatened to invade his never soul. Sebastian realized from a young age that the world was unjust, cruel, and cold. As a teenager, he’d barely been able to work due to how weak he was, but he did, returning home with bruises and change that he attempted to save. Pennies, if those. Bread was a luxury. Meat a dream. However, rarely did he go to sleep without soft words of love and encouragement from his grandmother. Still, words did little to fill an empty stomach that caused you to cry out in the middle of the night from pain.

The miracle of life was that he survived on pennies and little food and love. Those things kept him sane in a world where there were so many reasons to go insane. However, in his twenties, life changed. He had met another man, a friend who’d take him to bars and places where he’d nurse beers that made him lose a part of himself, the sanity and he would grow bold and flirtatious with anyone around – No matter the risk. One night, he’d grown bold and approached a woman who seemed to be carved from marble – Like a status of Aphrodite come to life. She’d laughed at his jokes and called him pet names, names that made his stomach swell with butterflies. So, he’d fallen for the woman who’d flash him a smile that made the world come to a halt. One night changed the hungry Sebastian was used to.

He had walked her home, his hand in hers when he was knocked in the head by a wooden board then sent him sprawling into the street. The woman had shouted, rushing to his side before Sebastian knew what happened, something was placed to his mouth and soft words were spoken to him, telling him to drink. It was the last memory he’d had of his human life. A life that left him hungry, but warm.

When he awoke, he was hungry. Nothing new to him, but this hungry was insatiable – Painfully so, he stumbled home, his friend, his best friend had laughed when he saw Sebastian, laughed until his throat was ripped into by Sebastian. The hungry felt like fire in his veins that nothing could quench. His friend was the first, many soon followed in the late hours of the day. People he knew and didn’t know alike. When the hunger ended, he realized what he’d done, what had happened and that was when the woman he’d loved came to him. Held him, allowed him to cry into her arms as she whispered how sorry she was.

For Sebastian life seemed to move by at a pace he could no longer bother keeping up with, days and nights bled into one another, feeding and sleeping were the only two things that he’d cared about now. Disgusted with himself, he couldn’t face his grandmother couldn’t image seeing her reaction to him now.

However, life had a strange way of making you realize things. He was a handsome man and after seventy-nine years of hiding, he was found by a modeling agency, they’d asked him to sign up and from then on, his face was everywhere. Then, one day, he’d discovered that people wanted him to act and despite his hesitation to be on camera and around others, he developed a deep love for the act of it all.

Plans/Ideas:

A big part of who Seb is, is that he is constantly dealing with his inhuman hunger. He has a habit of attacking people when he is even slightly hungry and I want to explore what it takes for him to realize that he doesn’t have to attack and eat like an animal because he is safe.

I also want to explore his views on relationships as his last ones ended awful. Friend? Dead. Love of his life? Dead. Grandmother her raised him? Dead. He is afraid of relationships of commitment to anyone.

Anything Else:

Nope!