#i hear this guy talk and it’s like sebastian sweetie what are you doing :( no :(

[twinksintrees]

i don’t like that the blue haired creep from tokyo ghoul has the same va as sebastian from black butler

[babygaunt]

Our Story

Hi Guys i just want to share my own fanfiction. Hope you like it. I am not native speaker, please forgive me for any grammatical error.

Male MC X Ominis Gaunt

Fluffy

Part 2 Market

Both of you just arrived at the main market. But it would not be what Ominis expected. As you spend too much time stopping and admiring each merchant whom you passed by.

"Oh look at this Ominis" You said while giving him a red spinach. It is spinach, but with red colour. I bet you never saw it your life"

Ominis responded by a little nod. Of course he had never seen it before, as he has blind since birth. But he doesn't want to hurt you. So he nodded in agreement.

After 20 minutes, tired, Ominis walked to a bench in the corner of the market and took a sit for a while. He never felt exhausted in his entire life as tired as when take a shopping trip with you.

It reminds him of last year, when Sebastian just got home after guiding you to shopping in the Hogsmeade. He needed to drink around 20 Wiggenweld Potions that night to recover". Seb never wanted to tell him further about what was happening. He assumed this what was actually happened.

"No wonder Sebastian never wants to shop with Y/N again" Ominis exhales his breath.

He swears if you just take a stop for every minute to each merchant in the market. Admiring for any item, which is not so unique, but could seem so strange to you. Like red spinach. Who cares about "green spinach" or "red spinach" Ominis talks to himself while hearing you said "I never saw red spinach in Hogwarts or Hogsmeade. Poor those wizards. Never knew good vegetables like this exist.

"Like we have champing chinese cabbage in Hogwarts if you really want a unique vegetable". think Ominis while trying to get up from his beloved brench and starting to walk again to follow you up.

And for the next minute, you already give him a humongous giant crab. Ominis almost shouted a curse from his wand when that big giant crab was placed on his left palm. And what you said " I never see such a big thing in Hogwarts". Ominis just rolled his eyes. How about the giant squid which lived under the black lake. Isn't it much bigger that that crap crab? and that squid already likes your neighbor as Slytherin's common room also located under black lake.

Ominis whispering "Spongify", makes a soap bubble come out from his wand, and he uses it to wash his palm. That bastard Giant Crab leaves a fishy smell. and he does hate it. He wondered what made you like from that bastard crab? the crab reminds him of a baby troll. As that crab is huge, heavy, with hazard skin and fishy smells.

It is already like an hour before you suddenly stop which makes Ominis almost bumping into you.

"Wait Babe, we haven't bought any food" You are screaming.

"What.."Ominis was shocked for a while. "So what are these?" He lifted up some bags which were already brought up by him all the way.

"Well you see bae, I cannot resist buying some goods all around" You replied shyly. "You see this cloth has a cute kitty pattern. It just reminds me of you" You smiled while picking up some goods which you bought all along. "And this watch is make "ting ting '' sound. Isn't so cute?" You start to explain those goods.

Ominis knew if it would never end, so he just pinched your cheeks,and said. "I am hungry and tired. And now we haven't bought any food at all" Ominis pinch your cheeks harder as he is exhausted without any result.

"You are so mean. I just want to have fun while shopping with my own boyfriend" You replied to him.

By your voice, Ominis recognize any disappointment. So he takes a deep breath and gives the happiest smile which he can manage. "Of course. I am happy sweety".

"I love you baby" You just hugged him. The exhausted felt evaporated from Ominis body. He kiss your forehead lighlty. "But now, we do need to buy food okay" He smiled sincerely this time.

"I know. you just stay on the bench there would you? I would search for a snack first" You guide him to the bench in one corner of the market and leave him behind.

Ominis just took a deep breath. He feels exhausted, thirsty, hungry and the worst is about how his boyfriend just spent an hour just to buy such ridiculous items.

His mind wandered about a few years ago. When he was in a year three in Hogwarts. Sebastian went on a date with one Ravenclaw girl. One pretty girl, with huge boobs, thic ass, and smells like a rose in the garden. That is how Sebastian described the girl. But what did Ominis remember about her, if she was a kind of spoiled girl. She always wanted to be there whenever Ominis and Sebastian went through. She ridiculously wants to control Sebastian's life. But the story ended when she pushed Sebastian to leave Ominis as he is... blind. The girl just cannot let his perfect boyfriend get along with a disabled guy like Ominis. How it would affect her cycle friends. In the end, Glad Sebastian chose to break up with her and stay his friendship with Ominis till the day.

What Ominis learned from that relationship, when Sebastian told him about advice in love life "Women just love shopping. They could become like niffer which found tons of treasure. They pocket just endlessly for shopping you know".

Ominis always thought it would never happen to him. He believes himself to be a kind , independent guy. He loves his loneliness. Make a small cycle of friendship. Most of time he is spent hanging out with Sebastian or anne. He never fell in love with anyone. He has never dated any girl before. But in the end just dating a boy who came in fifth year.

"But Y/N is a boy. Does he has the same behaviour as a girl?" Ominis get confused. Is it the same if you date a boy or a girl? Can he simply take advice from Casanova like Sebastian?"

While his mind flew to nowhere, he remembered what Sebastian once said to him "In love, you are not seeing whether you are the controller or follower. It is not about your position or who  is your mate. Simply you want to give everything you could to make your couple happy".

So, whether he is a girl or a boy, he is simply my love one" Ominis thinks.

For a while he feels a relaxation in his mind, the piece is disturbed with rumbles from his stomach. He looked for your presence, and you found nowhere.  

"Where the heck did Y/N go?" Ominis thought. Part of his mind wants to blame you for spending an hour buying things which are not even relevant.

"The hell Y/N went to" Ominis felt a little bit angry. "Y/N left me alone, in this muggle world, with these bunch of useless items". Ominis closed his eyes.

Does he choose the right person? Does he already take a right decision to date  with you"

Again, he remembered what his Casanova friend told him before, "In Love, you must find any obstacles. Those are only to prove your love. Love is just not simply like you walking on a flat path, probably there would be a hurricane. But If you are able to face it, then you will win against it".

Ominis nod to himself. I already take Y/N as lover. Whether is it good or bad, we will came through it together. I just need to accept what he has done as him. He cannot take Y/N goodness but leave Y/N bad part. As Y/N already fights for Ominis and Sebastian in last year, so does when Y/N take him as lover even though he is a blind. So Ominis need to take Y/N without any regret. In your good or your bad" Ominis smiles as he knows Y/N just come to his direction.

"Baby" Y/N hug him tightly."I am sorry to make you wait for so long. Here I bring some food". You just put out some food on the bench.

"It is good to have you back sweety" Ominis smile.

[whatever-local-cryptid]

Cheryl the Best

-Strap in, I dunno what I’m doin’-

🫷Les’ Go🫸

Okay so, I have a theme of making found family. No self projection, serious, but it crops up. Like- A LOT.

So Cheryl is this foster mom, yeah, and she takes in mostly pre-teens to teens. (She tried it with baby’s and all it gave her was hearing loss in one ear.) So yeah, she fosters teenagers… here’s the kicker.

She started fostering teens that weren’t human. (Yaaah, my old habit-) So she fosters werewolves, chimeras, the odd vampire, and one jorōgumo. Notice the ONE, he never fucking left-

Let’s make up some shit and say it’s a government program for mythos based creatures. Or at least children with the blood of said creatures, trying to live seamlessly in civilization; mf cities: AKA Human Central. Yah, Good? Good.

So anywho, Cheryl takes this weird shit in stride, she wasn’t perfect in the beginning. (No one is) Luckily the extra government funding helps. Most of the new creatures under her roof are carnivores. Gotta eat that meat-

So to name off a few traits I’ve thought of:

I like to think she sounds a little like Bernadette Rostenkowski from the Big Bang Theory. (No I haven’t watched it, I’ve only seen a few clips on the telly) Another is that she has a little southern drall, “Awe my Gawd, yoou’re so handsome Sweetie!” (I have no idea if anyone will read that the way I did with out having their brain do a backflip.) And she wears dresses, she’s like a 1970s housewife who wears a white apron because she’s testing the universe’s patience.

Also, she doesn’t really care what the kids are up to as long as they don’t skip school, or end up in prison. Which branches out to A LOT that they can’t do legally. Like drinking, driving without a license, manslaughter- you get it.

And the school bit, oh boy… She gets direct phone calls from the kid’s teachers. She’s friends with them… imagine that.

Your pseudo-Mom being good chums with your Algebra teacher.

I think I would perish.

So she knows if they skip classes, so she tries to talk to them. If that doesn’t work well… she gets Sebastian and he talks to them. (He doesn’t beat the shit out of them I swear)

Remember that jorōgumo I offhandedly mentioned earlier, yeah it’s him. Sebastian is a more humanoid jorōgumo so he doesn’t turn into a complete spider creature. But he has the main bits: pincers, fangs, claws, extra eyes, and silk spinnerets. He lucked out with the lack of extra limbs, hard to hide that shit.

Sebastian is the clean up squad, he will help yourself mop up your mess. With force. But he doesn’t tell the details to Cheryl, she doesn’t need to know that Patricia hit a bum on the side of the road with her friend’s ex-boyfriend’s car and killed him. Not the guy, the bum.

No, no, there is no car.

Sebastian rubbed that shit down with gasoline, to void fingerprints, and then lit that shit up like a cherry bomb. And boy does a car go BOOM.

It’s an unsaid rule that you don’t tell Cheryl all the details. Just enough to satisfy her curiosity and let her make you cookies for dinner, because you just got done beating the shit out of your friend’s friend’s abusive ex.

Yeah, you just tell her you’re crying because your boyfriend broke up with you. Not being so overcome with wrath that you started sobbing on the way home.

Yeah, I’ll take those cookies Ma.

Definitely more I need to cover but that is all I have rn.

Now I have to figure out why that Sebastian stayed in Cheryl’s attic… fuckin spider.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 21

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

Series MasterList

List of OCs for this series

Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: You talk with the boys!

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings:

You were nervous to ask this question but thought it best to go to them individually. Caspian was the first you were asking. You didn't know how he was going to react. You felt he'd react better than his brothers, but he's also much more mature than both of them.

"Hey, Junior can we talk for a minute ned to ask you something." He knew something was up, you don't call him junior that often.

"Yeah, mom what's up?" He smiles.

"Well, Chris asked me to be his girlfriend... And I just wanted to know if you were okay with that? If this is too soon I won't say yes." You said grabbing his hand. He looked up at a photo on a wall of you and his dad's wedding before back at you.

"Mom, I like Chris. He doesn't treat me or the boys like we're some other guy's kids." He began looking down. "It is strange knowing you like a new man but... I missed seeing you smile."

"I smiled all the time."

"Yeah but mom this one is brighter like the ones you'd get when dad would come home or when you'd see a cute puppy. Like you were already happy but you're happier now." You chuckled.

"So you're okay?"

"Yeah. Besides, maybe he'll introduce me to RDJ or Chris Hemsworth! Or Scarlett Johansson." He says happily.

"Maybe." You agreed.

"Or! Benedict Cumberbatch? Or Paul rudd! Or Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan!"

"You just want to meet them all don't you?" You chuckled feeling relieved that he was okay with it.

"Yeah... Do you think he'll still pay me to babysit if your dating?"

"Yes. I pay you to babysit and I birthed you so he's gonna pay you still."

"Good! I'm so close to getting the PS5!" He enthused. "I just need a little bit more."

———

You were going to pick up Connor from his sleepover. You thought this would be a good time to talk to him about Chris. A part of you felt crazy to give the power of your relationship to three kids but the other part knew that this would affect them just as much if not more than it affects you.

"Hello!" The door opened.

"Hey Mike." You smiled at the dad. "Is Connor ready to go?"

"Yep! Boys! Connor's mom is here!" He lets you in. The house was beautiful.

"Hey, mom!" Connor came into the room smiling. "They have VR! It's awesome."

Once in the car you peaked back at the back seat through the mirror. He was holding his backpack as he looked out the mirror.

"So baby what do you think about Chris?" You asked him letting your eyes go back to the road.

"He's nice! He said we could use his pool this summer! And he picked me and jave up from the bus stop last week with Caspian!" You were confused they hadn't told you about that.

"Oh so sweetie would you mind if me and him made it official? Like started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"No! He's nice and I love his dog and June is pretty cool too! And I really wanna use his pool." You chuckled shaking your head.

"Okay thank you sweetie." You smile.

"He's not gonna be my new dad though right?"

"Of course not! No one would ever replace your dad." You assured.

"Okay than I'm fine with it!"

——

You were most nervous to tell Jace. You knew he was having the hardest time with this, he was still being bullied at school because the teachers did nothing. The only way he knew to stand up for himself is brute force but you and his dad always told him not to start a fight, just to end a fight. As in don't throw the first punch but do throw the last. So it's considered self-defense. Instead he does his best to avoid them though that doesn't work and you've complained to the school multiple times so has Jace. Anyway, you knew with the bullying and everything he probably would not like to hear this question, that's why you were asking him last.

"Jace I have an important question for you." You said as he sat down on the couch.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Well Chris asked me to be his girlfriend and I just wanted to know if you would be alright with it? I want you and your brothers to be comfortable with any relationships I may have." You explained looking at him nervously.

"Yeah mom." Jace said softly. "He's nice, and you like him so I don't care... Just as long as he never tries to replace dad."

"No one could ever replace your dad. No one I promise you that buddy."

"Okay." Jace smiles, "Mom what was dad like? I mean I remember him but... I don't remember him super well."

"Well, there's so much I could tell you, like how you look just like him, with freckles and messy black hair, your smile even matches his. He was the bravest man I ever met."

"He was tall, he used to put you on his shoulders so you could watch my football games." Caspian explained as he walked into the living room, having heard the conversation.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

———

Late that night you call Chris. He answers rather quickly.

"Hey!"

"Hey babe... I talked to the boys we have their blessing and... I think I'm ready." You said looking out the window of your bedroom to your backyard.

"Really? Are you sure I don't want to push you." He says softly.

"Yeah I'm ready."

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Tease- Chris Evans X Reader

A/N: Request from @spookyparadisesheep​ hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None just fluff and a bit of teasing

You and Chris kept your relationship very private. Neither of you posted much about each other on social media. It was usually Scott that did. You kept it quiet since you knew how much the paps wanted a picture of you kissing or holding hands or whatever.

Behind closed doors though you could barely keep your hands off each other. Constantly joking around and messing about. Both your schedules were busy with either one of you having to go away for weeks on end.

So when you landed a role in the newest Avengers movies you were beyond excited to finally be working with Chris. Only took about 3 years. Marvel were finally doing Avengers vs X-Men and you’d be playing one of the X-Men.

Many people say don’t work with your partner, don’t shit where you eat and all that. But you were thoroughly enjoying working with Chris. Admittedly you didn’t have many scenes with him and many of them were fight scenes. However that didn’t stop either of you from finding each other on set.

You had just arrived on set and were just heading into hair and makeup when you were literally swept off your feet. Squealing in surprise you could hear Chris laughing as he threw you over his shoulder giving you a view of the affectionately known ‘America’s ass’.

“Seriously do you guys ever spend any time apart?” You hear Sebastian say off to your side.

“No they’re practically joined at the hip, all Chris does is pout when (Y/N) isn’t around” Mackie answers.

“I do not pout” Chris argues still holding you over his shoulder.

“As much as I’m enjoying the view do you mind putting me down” you ask tapping Chris on the back.

“Oh yeah of course sorry” Chris apologises quickly putting you down wrapping an arm around your shoulders once you were back on firm ground.

You look over at Sebastian and Mackie who were just shaking their heads laughing at the two of you.

“What?” Chris asks with a sigh.

“Nothing just that you’re clearly wrapped around (Y/N)’s finger” Sebastian says.

“I’m not wrapped around her finger” Chris says shaking his head at the idea.

“Yes you are! Chris could you get me a drink?” Seb says pretending to be you.

“Yes of course my love” Mackie says pretending to be Chris you couldn’t help but laugh as Chris just shook his head.

“Oh and apple slices too” Seb adds.

“Yes anything for you” Mackie’s says over acting the doting partner.

“I’m not like that am I?” Chris asks turning to you his shoulders slightly slumped.

“No not at all sweetie, you’re just a good boyfriend thats all” you coo reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. Making Mackie and sen chuckle over at you shaking their heads as they walk away.

Later on you were filming a scene where the X-Men and Avengers are talking about team-ing up. You and Chris  didn’t have many lines to say to each other in this scene however your eyes did keep finding him in the crowd.

“Right well, we need to put our differences aside for now and sort this out” Chris says lean-ing over the table a stern expression on his face.

“Easier said than done” you scoffed, wiggling your fingers knowing the FX team would add the flames in post, glaring over at Chris.

“I’m not enjoying this either Avatar, but we don’t have a choice” Chris spits back not looking over at you.

“Cut!” You hear the Russo bother call out.

“Sorry do you mind just acting a bit more agitated by each other, you’re looking at each other too much” Anthony explains walking over.

You hear Robert and Scarlett snort with laughter trying to hold it back.

“Yeah there’s too much sexual tension” Robert adds making both you and Chris roll your eyes at him.

“Yeah in lack of better words thats kinda the problem” joe agrees, you have to try and hold back a smile as you looked over at Chris.

“Okay sorry, I won’t look at him until I have my lines” you say holding up your hands.

“Okay cool lets reset and take it from Robert’s line” joe agrees as the brother walk off back behind the camera.

You end up doing the scene a couple more times over before finally the Russos got the scene they wanted. You were all looking back at the scene over the monitor.

“Hey (Y/N) what did you do to get yourself to look at Chris that way” Scarlett asks pointed at your disgusted face on the screen.

“Thought back to our last argument” you explain making Chris furrow his brows at you.

“You guys argue!” Robert exclaims not believing you.

“It was only a small one” Chris explains returning his attention back to the screen.

“About what?” Scarlett smirks crossing her arms knowingly.

“Chris kept leaving his socks around the house” you explain with a smirk when Chris groans slightly dropping his head.

“I said I was sorry” Chris states looking over at you.

“I know but I needed something to create that emotion and it was perfect” you chuckle taking his hand and pulling him towards you wrapping your arm around his waist.

“I have forgiven you, especially since you no longer do it” you tell him reassuringly.

“God Seb was right you do have him wrapped around your finger” Robert chuckles.

“I swear to god” Chris sighs shaking his head and you chuckle.

“They’re just jealous” you tell him pulling him down to cup his cheeks in your hands and kissing him deeply.

Chris instantly responds a smile on his lips as he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer. You hear Robert and Scarlett groan slightly walking away from the two of you.

“God I love you” Chris smiles kissing your forehead.

“I love you too” you smile pecking his lips again.

“We’re gonna have to make them love interests aren’t we?” You hear joe say making the both of you laugh.

You and Chris also had a lot of fun during the press tour. Often joking around, swapping questions occasionally. You, Chris, Scarlet and Downey were about to join Jimmy Kimmel for an interview and you and Chris were messing around in the elevator thing making the both of you giggle like children. Scarlet and Robert were rolling their eyes at you as the door opened and you all walked out

“Guys welcome it’s great to have you here” Jimmy smiles as you all sit down.

“Great to be here” Robert smiles.

“Now this movie, oh my god it’s every marvel fans dream finally getting the X-Men involved” jimmy exclaims making the crowd cheer.

“Yeah its been great having these two large casts merge and you’d think they’d struggle to get along but every merged really well” Chris answer glancing over at you with a small smile.

“Speak for yourself” Robert jokes with a scoff making both you and Chris burst out laughing.

“Ah yes! It’s nice to see you two working together especially since you guys are so private about everything” Jimmy says gesturing over to you and Chris.

“That is the largest bit of bullshit I’ve ever heard” scarlet laughs shaking her head making you bit your lip to stop you from laughing.

“Really? Are you guys different on set?” Jimmy asks you.

“I mean because its Marvel the sets are super secure so its super relaxed and we don’t have to worry about paps so we’re probably a bit closer than we would be in public” you answer looking over at Chris who was smiling back at you.

“The understatement of the century! If you need to find one of them you just need to find the other. Even if one of them wasn’t working they’d be on set visiting the other” Robert explains making the crowd and Jimmy laugh.

You look over at Chris who was rubbing his beard trying to hide a smile as you try and hold back yours.

“The worst is when they’re doing a scene together and they’re supposed to hate each other and they can’t get through the scene because they’re laughing too much” Scarlet adds making you laugh since you remember the scene she was talking about.

“We actually have a few of those bloopers that the Russo brothers were kind enough to pro-vide” jimmy says making you and Chris look over at each other in shock. Neither of you knowing this was gonna happen.

The clip plays and its your character and cap arguing getting right up into each other’s faces yelling at each other. Your character threatening to freeze him into a capsicle. As the clip played you could see both you and Chris struggling to get through the scene. Each time the clip restarted it was the other one who broke causing the both of you to laugh. The final clip you had managed to get through it and Chris was glaring down at you before quickly soften-ing his expression and kissing you quickly. In the clip you could hear the entire cast and crew groaning and laughing at the two of you.

Chris was laughing hysterically at the clip clutching his chest, nearly falling out of the chair if you hadn’t grabbed his jacket pulling him back. You were laughing as you hid your face behind your hands.

“Oh my god!” You exclaim laughing gasping for air.

“It’s adorable it’s nice to see you guys together and hopefully we’ll see more of you soon” Jimmy laughs.

You look over at Chris and see him smiling warmly over at you and you could feel your heart flutter. Yeah the two of you were probably annoying and the teasing from the cast was incessant but you love Chris so much you wouldn’t change a thing.

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Mine

2. I’m fine, don’t I look fine?

Genre: Yoongi x OC

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack 

Word Count: 2.6k

The world is closing in around me, my lungs straining as they try to work through the heavy gulps of air that I can’t quite seem to get enough of. Any thought of sleep has long checked out of my brain, my body taking over when my brain decidedly burned out. 

My phone sits where I tossed it on my bed, the light from the constant flow of notifications being the only source of illumination in the hotel room as I cling to the curtains hanging from the window. Jaw clenched, hair a mess from all the times I’ve pondered just yanking it out, nostrils flared as I devour any hint of oxygen.

Fumbling hands push against the window until I manage to find the latch, a near-silent whimper escaping me as the cool London air floods the stuffy room. It doesn’t take long until I’m down on the floor, arms and legs pulled into my core head buried along with the rest of my mental capacity. 

I can’t decide which is worse. Closing my eyes and falling into that black abyss, or rocketing back up to the window, drinking in the air even as my eyes take in the city before me, reminding me of just how small and helpless I am.  

Everything, everything I have become and worked for scooped up in the palm of some man I’ve never met. There I am, right there. Falling from his hands like sand and he doesn’t even realize all that he’s holding.

The only hope I have left is that Min Yoongi has decided to create a castle with the remnants of me in his hands, and isn’t planning to wreck my tiny fortress with a well-timed stomp of his foot like some child on a playground. He must know, right? That while this may seem like some sort of trivial recess drama, it could end me? He will survive, because he’s loved the world over.

The world doesn’t know me well enough yet to even ascertain whether or not it loves me, but depending on what this stranger says about me will surely make up the world’s mind.

Like coming out of a deep sleep I begin to hear the constant vibrations of my phone on my bed. Someone is trying to call me. I don’t want to answer.

Moreover, I’m not sure I can answer. 

Eventually the sounds fade out again. Laying there on the ground before the window, I stare up at the ceiling. Naturally my eyes drift to the smoke detector, its small blue light holding me hostage even as I cling to that unspoken beacon of reality. It’s something so starkly normal; so completely common that I find my airways begin to open up bit by bit.

 The world is still spinning. 

I am still breathing.

The sun will rise. 

And Min Yoongi will have hell to pay.

🌙

What started as a gentle tap against my door quickly turns into an attempted breakin from the sounds of it. I jump up, forgetting where I am for a moment before I finally settle back down with a groan. 

I would personally not recommend the Waldorf to anyone purely based on the quality of their floors on my back.  

“Who is it?” I manage to croak out. The state of my throat serves as a reminder of my panic attack the night before. I wince, flipping around onto my stomach so I can stretch. 

“It’s Sebastian you ungrateful little weirdo, now open up this door before I-”

 I yank the door open, coming face to face with a red in the face Sebastian Stan. If I wasn’t currently fearing for my life I would have chuckled at the picture before me: Sebastian raging while doing his best to not crush the muffin he extends to me. He isn’t completely successful; there are imprints of his fingers on the base of my muffin, but I don’t mention it. 

“Did you just call me an ‘ungrateful little weirdo’? T-that’s not very nice.” I curse myself for my stutter, but I can’t help it as the weight that dragged me down last night comes crashing into me all over again. 

Sebastian closes the door behind him, looking around my hotel room like a bloodhound on a hunt. He lets out a triumphant shout when he comes across what he was looking for.

“This is quite the contraption. It allows people to communicate with you. All you have to do is press accept and then they can talk to you at all hours of the day and night.” Snatching my phone up from where I left it abandoned on the bed he hoists it up in the air. “Did you seriously ignore my calls all night? And everyone else’s?” 

He takes a look at my lock screen, eyebrows furrowing when he sees that I haven’t even opened my phone since the night before. Slowly, he takes in the bed which is only a little wrinkled from where I laid on it. I hadn’t even had time to get beneath the covers before I shot out of my bed like a bolt of lightning. I can see the gears shifting in Sebastian’s head. It’s clear that I didn’t sleep in my bed last night. But if I didn’t sleep there then... 

“Did you go somewhere last night?” His voice is quiet now, although I find that I prefer the yelling than I do the quiet. 

“No.”

“No? Then why is your bed still made?” He looks at me, but I make myself busy by shoving the muffin into my mouth. I know my face probably is red and blotchy from the stress tears I shed the night before. Setting the muffin down on the table, I make my way to the bathroom. Maybe if I can wash my face, he won’t notice. 

Sebastian follows me wordlessly. Quickly I reach for some facial scrub, turning the faucet on. 

Sebastian turns it off. I glare, but remain with my eyes downward. I turn it back on. 

He turns it off. 

“This is fun,” I growl out, going to turn the faucet back on but finding his hand planted firmly atop it. “But I don’t quite get the point of this game.” 

“Look at me.”

Sometimes, I really hate the fact that Sebastian has gotten to know me so well. I blame the crew of “Young Rising”, they were the ones who decided to cart us off to the middle of nowhere with no one to talk to except for each other and a few other actors or crew members that popped in and out.

 Sebastian’s tone has lost its edge when he speaks again, and I can tell that he’s starting to regret his temper tantrum from earlier. “Cara, look at me.”

Too exhausted to play this little game any further, I raise my head. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, eyes still red and puffy, dried tear-tracks sticking to my cheeks. I look like a complete mess. 

When I deem enough time has passed I reach for the faucet and throw it on, ripping open my facial bar. Sebastian stands there silent, connecting the dots. 

“Happy?” I bite out, eyes shut tight against the suds. My friend doesn’t say anything. When I finally finish up, he hands me a towel. 

Peaking my eyes open I find my friend leaning up against the counter with a faraway look in his eyes. When he notices my stare he comes back to life, silently opening his arms. I finish drying my face before tossing the towel aside and inching forward until Sebastian pulls me into his embrace. 

There’s a part of me that thinks that now would probably be a good time to cry again, but I can’t find the tears. Instead I just rest my head against his chest, feeling like a crumbling husk. 

“I didn’t realize, Car. That was uncalled for, my anger. I shouldn’t have called you, I- I should have just come over here-”

I shush him before he can get too far in his head. “Don’t worry about it,” I mumble against his chest.

“But, wait.” He moves so he can see my face. “Where did you sleep?”

I bite my lip, ignoring the way his eyes drift down to watch the action with more focus than required. “I’ll tell you one thing: these floors suck.”

Sebastian’s rolling laugh manages to bring a small smile to my face, although it serves as the final nail in my coffin when it suddenly stops, something dawning on his face.

“Oh yeah, Rhea wants to meet with us. Hurry and get ready.” I nod, already sure that our director will no doubt want to discuss the current situation. It doesn’t take long for me to throw some decent clothes on, Sebastian waiting outside my room. 

“Ready?” He asks, significantly more chipper than just a few minutes ago. 

“Yeah, ready.” Sebastian looks me over, smirking. “What?”

“You don’t have your phone, do you?” 

I groan, heading back inside as Sebastian chuckles. “Do I really need it?” I already know the answer, though. Wincing as I assess the damage, that being twenty-six missed calls from several different people and double the amount of texts, I head back out. 

“Ok, now let’s go.”

🌙

The small conference room on the second floor of the Waldorf is already filled to the brim with noise by the time I enter, Sebastian close behind me. All it takes is one look at me and the worried expression I masked a heartbeat too late for it to die down. 

“How are you doing, sweetie?” Rhea, the director and evil genius behind “Young Rising” comes up to me and gives me a warm smile. I nod, trying my best to return the smile but failing greatly in the “warmth” division.

Sebastian pulls out a seat, plopping down beside me once I’ve taken my seat. The room is still too quiet, a stark construct in comparison with previous meetings where the volume level was at a near constant high. 

“Alright everyone, let’s get started!” Rhea takes the lead, looking down at one of her many binders. “We’ve successfully finished shooting ‘Young Rising’, and now we are on to the next stage. Promotions.”

A groan goes around the table, the veterans in show business knowing full well what a nightmare that can be. I remain silent, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Everyone here clearly knows what’s going on, right?

“Sebastian and Cara did a great job on the ‘Graham Norton Show’ last night, let’s give them a hand.” A scattered round of applause echoes around the room, pink blooming on my cheeks. “Last we checked, which was about fifteen minutes ago, one of your clips from the show on Youtube has already reached four million views. People are curious to know who you guys are.”

I look up at Rhea to see her already smiling at me. We both know why people are curious. 

“Which clip was it?” Sebastian asks. I refrain from punching him. Rhea sighs, looking down at her notes. 

“It was the clip where Cara was informed of her new fan.” People chuckle in the room even as I sink further down into my seat. “That’s mainly what I wanted to talk about in this meeting today. Stephen is going to talk to us a bit more about how we should handle promotions moving forward with this newfound knowledge and the possible advantages and disadvantages we’ll be facing.” 

Stephen stands up, fixing his glasses. “Right, so just like Rhea said, I think that we really need to focus on the advantages we’ve just been given. So first, shoutout to Cara for being so likeable.” If I wasn’t trying to disappear before, I definitely am now. Sebastian notices and flicks my elbow. I glare at him, sitting up again. “Now more people that originally wouldn’t have given ‘Young Rising’ the time of day are becoming interested in the film. What their intentions are is uncertain, but we do know that we can use this attention to explain from a higher platform why we think this film is worth seeing.”

Stephen chatters on, going on and on about different techniques we can use to steer interview questions away from our love lives and tie our answers into the film. At some point he passes out an outline, which I’m grateful for. There’s no way I’m going to remember this when it’s finished.

 “Now, we should address possible pitfalls as well as instructions for how we should carry ourselves during these promotions. Obviously, this is especially applicable for Cara and Sebastian.” Reaching below the table, Stephen comes up with a handful of envelopes of different shapes and sizes. “Just over the course of the past night, the hotel has delivered over twenty letters to us. They are almost all addressed to Cara. We haven’t read them, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they have something to do with Min Yoongi.” I can’t help but agree when I see one decked out with BTS themed stickers. 

“So what are we going to do about all of this?” Sebastian asks. 

“Well, there’s not a whole lot we can do except handle it with grace. People are unsure of whether or not they’re Cara’s fans now. That’s difficult to hear, but it’s true. They’re waiting to see how she reacts. While that’s entirely up to your discretion, I would advise you to talk with either me or your personal PR rep before showing your face on social media or in public. You need to be prepared for whatever comes your way. However, from a promotional standpoint, I’d say we should run with this. Use the people’s curiosity to drive them to the movie theater.”

I find myself nodding numbly along with the other people, mind finally quiet. It makes sense, and if we’re being honest, this really is a great opportunity. Yet, I can’t help but feel like nobody else sees this as I do. 

Like I’m looking at a door that either opens to another world or that just clanged shut and I’m on the wrong side, forever trapped. 

“I’m assuming you’ve heard the latest news, Cara?” Stephen shakes me from my thoughts, and I nod. Of course I have. It’s been all I can think about since that first notification popped up on my phone last night. 

“Yeah, are we actually going to do that?” Sebastian asks, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“I see no reason not to. I think it would be worse to turn down the invitation. And Cara speaks the language, which is an added bonus. We just wanted to clear it with you two first, but we’ve already spoken with a few people from Seoul. They’re more than happy to accomodate us, if we do decide to extend our promotional route. What do you two think?”

If I close my eyes the tweet from last night is still there, glaring up at me. 

“‘Young Rising’ cast invited to film festival in Seoul - and BTS’ Suga already RSVPd”

You could hear a pin drop, it’s so quiet. Without opening my eyes I can already tell everyone is looking at me; awaiting my decision. I want to scream at them, tell them that I don’t know. I just wanted to act, I just wanted to be successful. And now that desire has twisted into some sick reality as I face the possibility that I will have to act through every social interaction for the foreseeable future. 

Taking a shaky breath I gather my thoughts, reminding myself that if all else fails I can just give Min Yoongi a piece of my mind and then move to the mountains for the rest of my life, far enough that nobody can ever find me. 

“I think we should go.”

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[marvelousell]

Hi idk if you still take request but can you do a one shot where mob Tom and the reader are interrogating mob Sebastian and to make him talk reader sits on his lap and make out with him (cause honestly she thinks he’s hot) but then Tom is angry and when they go home he punishes the reader 😏and then in the morning the reader apologizes and Tom is soft and it’s all fluff

Help me out

A/N: I apologize for the wait! I’m currently working on my new series, so to everyone who sent a request I will try to write it as soon as I can! Thank you for understanding.🤍

Warnings: SMUT 18+, swearing, unprotected sex, mentions of murder, alcohol consumption, physical abuse

“Going to tell us now where Bruce is?”

Tom was in his basement, also known as his ‘work room’.

It was a lot to see honestly. Another rival mob boss in the chair, tied up, his face painted with different shades of red and purple.

Sebastian Stan. A famous mob boss, a total jerk, but may I add a hot jerk.

You sure had a big interest in mob guys, since your partner was one himself.

Bruce was Tom’s partner, best friend, right hand. Sebastian knew that if he took Bruce, Tom would flip, go after him and try to kill him. It was a perfect plan for Sebastian, he thought that he would set him up, that his men would injure him, kidnap him and make him confess where Sebastian’s special package went missing.

Oh the irony, everything he planned was happening to him now.

You knew how the business worked here. Tom didn’t like the idea of his girl getting hurt, so at the beginning he was absolutely against it. However he gave in, seeing how she was engaged in the business, and had similar opinions and ideas as him.

“I’m losing my patience Stan, better hurry up.” Tom kneeled in front of him, rolling up his white shirt that was stained from Sebastian’s blood.

“What gives you the idea that he is even alive?” He gave him a smile while looking at you.

You knew he was a rival, but dear lord was he attractive.

The loud punch, the sound of skin on skin contact woke you up from your thoughts.

Tom’s body was near your chair, pouring himself a glass of whisky that he hoped would calm his nerves.

“I can do this until tomorrow, but what if Bruce is really dead?” He whispered to you, closing his eyes and clutching his fist.

You were a creative one, you could do it the easy way, but you liked to spice things up.

After all where’s the fun in solving things always in the same way?

“Let me handle this babe.” You spoke with confidence, standing up.

You slowly approached Sebastian, giving him a small smile.

“Your turn now sweetie?” Sebastian said, resting his head on the chair.

“Maybe, only if you don’t tell us now where is Bruce.” You spoke sweetly, batting your eyelashes.

“As much as I would like to..I won’t.”

“No?”

“What you don’t understand English doll or?” He questioned, while eyeing your breasts that were sticking out of your blouse.

“Maybe, are going to help me out?” You said, coming in between his tied legs.

“Y/N.” Tom’s stern voice interrupted your small conversation.

You ignored him, continuing your show.

“How can I help you doll?” He tried to get Tom more angrier.

You sat innocently in his lap, wiggling around, teasing him as much as possible.

You could feel Tom’s eyes burning through your skin. You were so in for the punishment later.

Sebastian’s eyes popped out of his head from your actions. Your hands were loosely around his neck, your skirt rode up to your thighs and he had an excellent view on your pink lace panties.

“Ah, you know, tell us the place.” You said lowly in his ear, bringing your chest close to his.

“D-don’t know about that.”

You didn’t want to wait anymore your lips crashed into his. As he growled into your mouth, you took the chance to slide your tongue into his mouth.

Sebastian was a writhing mess, if only he wasn’t tied up, he would take you right here.

On the other side of the room, the steam was pouring out of Tom’s ears, he knew you were doing this on purpose.

“Do you think you know now?” You pulled away from him, hands on his chest.

“Fucking shit, the beach house of mine, 4 kilometres from here, Tom sure knows.” Sebastian spoke, earning a smile from you.

“Thanks for cooperating, it was a pleasure.” You said, now waiting for Tom to go upstairs.

“I will let you to my mate Jack, tell him I said hi Stan.” Tom spoke, taking your hand guiding you to the staircase.

“You don’t know what you did right now love. Better go upstairs in our room and wait for me. I need to tell them where to go for Bruce.”

You did as he said, the excitement running through your system. Your body was sprawled on the big bed, the only thing on you were the pink panties that were now soaked.

“Look at you darling, now you’re behaving?” His voice breaking the silence in the room.

“What should I do with you, hm? Misbehaving like that, in front of my dear rival.”

“We got what we needed ain’t that right?” You spoke back, giving him a smile.

“You enjoyed it didn’t you? You could do it the easy way, but you love being a little brat. You enjoy making me jealous.”

“Maybe I do.” You helped yourself up with your hands, biting your bottom lip seductively.

“Then I suppose I need to show you who is the boss here. Who owns you, and all of this.” He grabbed your ankles, bringing you closer to him.

“Bet you’re dripping. Your panties are soaked. Wanna tell me who made them like this?” He ripped them, leaving you now absolutely naked, and aching for some touch.

“Dunno. What if it was Seb?” You were playing a dangerous game, but still enjoying yourself.

“Yeah? Did he really?” Tom raised his eyebrow, slapping your wet pussy.

“Fuck.” You breathed, throwing your head back from the pleasure.

“Cat got your tongue? Not going to answer me baby?”

“It’s okay you don’t need to, because I already know that this sweet pussy only reacts like this when I touch you.” He gave you a one last slap before turning you on your stomach.

“And even if he did make you a bit turned on, you know I will fuck him out of your head right now.”

You gripped the sheets, waiting and moaning for more. Tom didn’t want to wait more, he slammed into your heat with no warning. He helped himself, grabbing your shoulders, fucking you harder as ever.

“My lovely brat. Look at you, you’re gushing around me. Do you know now the answer to my previous question?” Tom was loving the feeling of your warm pussy clenching around him every time his palm collided with your ass, feeling your climax getting close.

“Ah shit! He didn’t Tom, you did.” You cried, burying your head in the sheets.

“I did what?” His palm giving you another slap.

“FUCK! You made me this wet and horny. Only you. Shit, please harder.”

“I fucking love it when you cry for more. I can feel your little body quivering around me.” He was close now too, his movements became rougher, making your body shake beneath him.

“I need to cum, please Tom.” You begged.

“C’mon then, show me who can only make you cum like this.”

You didn’t need to hear more, you fell apart immediately.

Tom couldn’t control himself when he felt you squeezing him and screaming his name, spilling everything inside of you. Both of you were trying to catch your breath, your eyelids felt heavy and it catched Tom’s attention.

“Go to sleep, it was a wild day I will clean us both, don’t worry.”

-

The sun was peaking through the curtains, waking you up.

Tom’s hand was wrapped around you, his thumb drawing circles on your bare shoulder, but his eyes were still closed.

“Babe?” You whispered, bringing your face close to his.

“Good morning love.”

“You sore?” He asked after he heard you wince.

“A little bit, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“That’s true.” He smiled at you, enjoying the view in front of him.

“I think I owe you an apology baby. I’m sorry about yesterday, I took things way to far.” You began, placing your head on his torso.

“It’s okay love, at least we got Bruce back.”

“You know that you’re the only man in my life. I’m sorry once again I overstepped.”

“I know love. We’re good now.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you.” You said sweetly, kissing him.

“I love you too darling, and I will show you exactly how much.”

[nanamisflowerfield]

HELLO!I hope you are healthy! Make sure to eat veggies and drink a lot of water! I dunno if I'm doing it right but How about Finnian or Sebastian with a future!Phantomhive reader? Like reader is Ciel's decendant( look like the female version of him) and vert important to the Quenn and England( *cough and almost every other country *cough) They were hunting some witch maybe but teleported back to past. With her cousin who is Elizabeth's male version, constantly asks her to marry her and etc. They landed right inside of the manor and a fight begins( Maybe reader is kinda half demon half human or half angel half human) She uses every kind of weapons but she is especially good at swords. Ciel doesn't believe of course so she basically tells the whole family history and shows him the ring.Oh and also maybe the same things that happened to him also happened to her as well. When she sees Sebastian she is like " Dude you didn't even bother changing yourself?" Before she kills the witch, the witches puts a spell on her, saying that as long as she doesn't fix her ancestor's mistakes, she cannot go back and won't have a future.So reader is stuck in past eith her annoying cousin I would like to see their times together, you know liking then blushing, trying to confess, their first kiss and just some fluff!

Thank you in advance sweetie and take care!

Omg, thanks for the request!!❤️ it sounded very interesting and I just had to write it as fast as possible! (*^ω^*) I had so much fun!~ Thanks again! I coudln’t decide who I should choose... It was pretty hard to decide...

So this is a Finnian x Reader HC... Unfortunately I had work and a every important exam and couldn‘t write it fast, sorry about it! And so sorry for waiting so long for it!!

And thanks!~ I hope that you (and everybody else of course) is taking care of themselves, wears their masks, be healthy and happy!~ ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Gender: I wanted to write it gender-neutral but it I wrote sometimes she/her in it.... Sorry!

words: 2058

warnings: fluffyyyy! And death

Requests: Open

If somebody ever wants to read a Sebastian Michaelis x Reader with this plot, just ask me! I would write it, because I loved the plot-idea! It was very great! Thanks again, hun!

And some last words: Stay healthy, drink enough water, wear your masks and yes, it is a hard time for everybody but I hope that you all will be happy!~

🗡  “Come on! Go and get that, stupid witch!” You yelled over to your group of colleagues and friends. You all runed as fast as possible to hunt down a strong witch, who wanted to kill the Queen of England and as a good-hearted and well paid Phantomhive, you tried to help her. Unfortunately for you, the emphasis was on the word tried, because the witch was too fast.

🗡  “Sooo…. When is going to be our wedding?” You heard a too familiar voice asking you by your side. “This is no the time to joke around, Elijah! We need to hurry!”

🗡 Thanks to the gods above, you surrendered the witch. But she started to laugh like a frickin’ maniac! “Ohh, you know why I did so many things? Hahaha… I did it for a reason! So many people did so many mistakes and nobody ever tried to help them out or to fix their big problems … So… Why don’t you be a dear and fix the mistakes your beloved ancestors did!”

🗡 Suddenly a light dazzled you and when you opened your (e/c) eyes. No! The witch can’t escape her again! So you did the only intelligent thing and killed her.

🗡 But that damn light came again and out of the sudden your group was gone…

🗡  “Wow… That was strange.” But not Elijah. Your cousin. He stood up and walked to your direction, looking over your body to see, if you have any bruises or wounds. At least one of your group members were there.

🗡  “Yes, indeed. But not as weird as this place here.” You said and looked around you. The surroundings looked like London, the city you used to live in, but everything was so… old? What’s up with the furniture and this crappy paintings? You were to 100% sure that you were in your home. The Phantomhive Manor. But everything was so… weird!!

🗡 Before you could have asked your cousin about his little wound the witch inflicted him with, knives were thrown into your direction!

🗡 Fortunately, you were a skilled fighter. You could practically use every weapon if you wanted to! So you used your great skills and blocked the attacks of some strangers.

🗡 Some of them shot at you, some threw knives but then… You saw something weird. A tree!?

🗡 Elijah pushed you away in time, but only got stretched but a branch of it.

🗡 How in the world, could somebody throw trees around!? That was not possible for any human being!

🗡 Now, when you two were on the ground, you heard footsteps.

🗡  “Who are you?” - “Uhh… If I’m not wrong, people usually introduced themselves before they asked others.” – “You are inside my home. I’m pretty sure, that you know who I am, assassin.”

🗡 Assassin? That was new…

🗡  “What the hell? Hey, kiddo. This place belongs to (y/n)! Afterall this is her home for she is a Phantomhive!”

🗡  “Phantomhive?” The young blue-haired boy raised his eyebrow and did not believed any word Elijah had said.

🗡 So, it was your turn to explain your situation. Who you are, why you are here and so on and on. But the young boy still didn’t believe a word. His household even looked at you in confusion. Until you showed them your ring. The ring of the Phantomhives.

🗡 His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw it and immediately glanced to his finger. It was the same one! How could it be possible? A young woman with blueish hair, the same ring as his and not to forget a similar past… Is she mayhaps from another world? But no. You retold him everything again.

🗡 When your eyes glanced around, you saw very familiar red eyes. The red eyes of a demon. Sebastian Michaelis. “Ohhh my gosh. Are you kidding me, Sebastian!? Did you really… REALLY attacked ME!? What the hell! I thought that you wouldn’t do such a thing except if we had our training sessions, but this is just…. Oh god, I am really mad right now. And what the hell is wrong with your clothes?” Sigh. “Dude… you didn’t even bother changing yourself? Unbelievable.”

🗡 Everybody was just very confused…. Even Elijah.

🗡 And who knows. Maybe you were unfortunate or maybe not, but you were stuck in the past. At first you though it was your bad luck, but now… Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Afterall… he was here. With you.

 💐 At the beginning you started to count the days since you were stuck in the past or… present day(?)

💐 And Elijah was there nonstop. He would never leave your side, even when you wanted to sleep in one of the guest rooms, you’ve got from your ancestor Ciel Phantomhive. Your cousin just followed you like a lost little puppy, but it was pretty normal.

💐 Everybody thought at first, that he was your fiancée, until you’ve told them that you would never marry him. He was more like a brother figure to you than husband material… (I feel sorry for Elijah D: )

💐 You loved to look around and observe watch everybody.

💐 It was kinda funny how Mey-Rin always slipped and tripped around or how the kitchen nearly exploded whenever Baldroy tried to cook for the head of the household. It never got boring.

💐 But you loved liked to watch one person particular.

💐 “Good day, Finnian.” You smiled at the gardener, who always seems to be happy, whenever he worked with the flowers.

💐 How could somebody so sweet be so strong? I mean… He threw a tree at you!!

💐 “Ohhh… Lady (y/n). H-Hello!” And like always the young blond boy blushed when he saw you. Some might say that he got a small little crush on you, which was so cute.

💐 He was so different and special.

💐 “Oh, stop it with this whole lady-crap, please.” Of course you didn’t wanted to be called as lady by some guy who you were interested in. And that was all. You were just interested in him for his strength and not his cute blushing face… Or how he always seems to bet happy… How he always tries to help you…

💐 Sometimes, you were sitting under a tree, reading a book boringly. When are you going to be in your time and see your friends???

💐 Whenever this happened, Finnian looked worriedly at you. You always looked so sad. So, he went to his friends and asked how he could cheer you up! They of course have told him how he could cheer you up with different ideas!

💐 Mission Number 1 by Baldroy: Show her your strength. Women love strong people!

💐 When you tried to help him with the weed in the garden, you tried to pull some out but it was kind of stuck in there next to the beautiful flowers you loved. The sterling roses. Finnian, the sweet-like angel, walked to your side to help you out. But then… He got so awkward by the closeness of you two, that he accidently pulled the rose bush out of the ground rather than the weed. “OH NO!” – “Oh gosh, Finnian…. Why?” – “I-I… I didn’t… I… NO!” And the blond gardener ran away, leaving a confused but smiling phantomhive alone in the garden.

💐 Mission Number 1: Failed.

💐 Mission Number 2 by Mey-Rin: Bring her something she likes. Like tea! Yes~ She always drinks tea!

💐 Nervously, Finnian walked to you, hearing the voice of Elijah who talked about who knows what until he saw the gardener. “H-Hello… Do you want some tea…? It’s Earl Grey tea… Here…” He said blushing and coming near to the one he fancied so much. But who could have known that there was a small stone in front of the awkward blond. Small enough to be hidden, but large enough to trip over it, which is what the gardener did. He tripped and the tea he prepared for you, spilled over you, making a big mess. Shocked, he ran away after he apologized to you, not hearing a small laugh of yours and the loud yelling of Elijah.

💐 Mission Number 2: Failed.

💐 When Finnian read a romance book to get a few plans, he thought about giving up completely, but he couldn’t do such a thing. The only thing that matters right now is to make you happy… He couldn’t give up! No! So, he did more researches, not realizing that his beloved crush was nearby, smiling at the blonde.

💐  “Okay… What if I-“ – “Finnian!” He looked over his shoulder to see you running to him. “Oh… Is something wrong? You were running… Do you need help?” He asked immediately. “No, silly.” You laughed. “You looked so nervous again and…. You were thinking about something, right? I thought that you might have been upset with something. Maybe the flowers you accidently ruined.” He gulped. Oh no… You remembered it.

“Sooo… Here. It’s for you.” You said and shoved a bouquet of sterling roses and sunflowers into his hands with the brightest smile you could ever give somebody and would make a certain someone very furious and jealous.

💐 That was the day, you both realized that you weren’t just interested in somebody or fancied that one… No. It was a stronger feeling. It was like… love. Yeah, maybe you loved him.

💐 Now, he wanted to confess to you, after that one day, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do this. Elijah would be mad and you were a phantomhive! That was a big no-no! But you were the only thing that makes him super happy…

💐 You might not have the power of mind-reading, but you sure have a great sense in reading people’s emotions, which is why you were certain, that he had the same feelings you had.

💐 It was time to confess your feelings! But… how?

💐 “Ohh nooo!” You dramatically laid your arm on your head and glanced down. “I am stuck here. I can’t get dooooown! What should I doooo?~ Ohhh, I wish for a strong one to save me!~” – “Here, I am!”

“NO! ELIJAH GO AWAY!! NOT YOU! GOOO!” – “But you need help, (y/n)!” – “Elijah, I don’t need your help!”

And that little argument went back and forth for a while, until he came to you two. “You two are having many arguments…” – “Oh, that is very normal for us. Many say that we are like a married couple, right my beloved?~ Ouch! Why are you throwing your shoes at me!? Stop it, please!”

“But you said, that you needed help!” – “NOT YOURS!! I can come down ALONE! Here!”

And that is what you tried to do. Usually, you were like a cat. Perfect at climbing trees and landing on your feet, but this time, the phantomhive-bad luck hit you hard in your face, which resulted in you making a wrong step and falling down.

💐 And here you were. In the arms of the one you wanted to help you. Finnian. He was fast enough (and strong enough to shove Elijah away) to save you in time. “Ohhh, my hero!~” You laughed and threw your arms around his shoulders, smiling at the still shocked gardener.

“Let me give my sweet knight in the dirty armor a reward!~” That’s what you did. You gave him a surprise kiss-attack on his lips!

💐 Oh gosh…. He looked like a tomato! Totally blushing and asking if it was okay to kiss.

💐 “But of course! I might be stuck here in your time… But maybe it is a good thing I am here… I’ve got to meet you and finally love somebody… It was a long time since I ever trusted somebody… But know I can… I have you. I love you, Finnian.”

💐 Finni being a blushing mess and nearly yelling his reply of “I LOVE YOU!” too loud.

  Bonus:

💐 “…. WHAT!? BUT (Y/N)!! I thought we were going to marry!” – “No! She is mine!” – “Pff…. In your dreams! From now on, you will be my rival!”

“Uh…. I already chose Finnian, Elijah… Gosh, what the hell is wrong with you….”

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Nothing Breaks Like A Heart Chapter 2 Kurt/ Sebastian FanFiction

Hello everyone, I am back with chapter 2 of “Nothing Breaks Like A Heart”. Please read etheir on here or A03 or FanFiction. Net and leave any comments, questions or feedback for me. I love hearing from you guys and everyone was super sweet about chapter 1. This chapter is about how Kurt’s family reacts when they see him beat up and I loved writing this because of how loving and supportive everyone was. Anyway read for yourself and have a good day!! :)

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“It’s Like One Day You Flipped A Switch And Became Someone I Never Knew”- Unknown

“What the hell happened?” Kurt heard his dad and Finn yell at the same time. Kurt didn’t answer them, just continuing to cry into Sam’s chest. He was asking himself the same question. Carol went over to him and kneeled down in front of him so that when Sam pulled Kurt away from that Kurt was looking right at her.

“Kurt, honey, what happened? Who did this to you?” She asked him but all Kurt could do was shake his head. He couldn’t tell them, they would call the police on Blaine and then Blaine would know that he broke his promise and would probably come after Kurt to hurt him more. He wasn’t taking any chances, he was in enough pain as it was and he wasn’t about to go cause himself more.

“Kurt, son,” His dad started to say calmly , joining the group over at the table. “I thought you were with Blaine tonight. Where is he? Why didn’t he drive you home? Do I need to call him?”

“No,” Kurt yelled, making his dad and Carol exchange an odd look with each other.

“Blaine and I broke up and I told him that I would just walk home… because it’s not that far away but then…” Kurt stopped and took a shaky breath, trying to figure out what to say. “... I don’t want to talk about it.” That was enough, he didn’t want his family to get any ideas that Blaine was the one who hurt him, even though that idea was the truth.

“Wait, Blaine broke up with you?” Finn asked, surprised. “Why?”

“I broke up with him and it doesn’t matter,” Kurt whispered. It did matter, all of it mattered because not only was Kurt physically broken but he was also heartbroken which didn’t make much sense because he was starting to think he had never loved him in the first place.

“Well, he didn’t hurt you did he?” Sam asked and Kurt shook his head, lying.

“You know Blaine didn’t do this, Sam. Blaine wouldn’t hurt a fly.” ‘But he would hurt his boyfriend.’ Kurt thought to himself, miserably. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore though so he changed the subject. “It hurts,”

“Well you do look pretty beaten up there honey,” Carol told him. “Lucky for you, I’m a nurse so there’s no need to take you to a doctor right now.”

“Carol, I think…” Burt started to say but Carol shot him a look that said, “Not now, look at the state he’s in,” and he shut up. He turned her attention back to Kurt and started examining his body while asking him some questions that thankfully had nothing to do with the identities of his attacker.

“Where does it hurt specifically Kurt?”

“My head, my face, my wrist and my stomach and my ankle. I think I snapped my ankle, it’s kind of dangling out of place.” Kurt admitted, trying not to look down at his foot because he felt sick enough and didn’t really want to throw up again.

“Well it looks like whatever got you, got you pretty hard, sweetie. You’ve got a black eye and your eyeball is really red and swollen.” ‘Must’ve been the book,” Kurt thought to himself. “And when you say that your head hurts do you mean because you feel sick or did you hit it?”

“Both,” Kurt mumbled, starting to feel sicker and sicker by the minute.

“And is that the same with your stomach?” She asked him. “Did someone punch or kick you? Or something,” She added at the end.

“Yes, I got punched,”

“Okay, Kurt I’m going to need you to stand up and take your shirt off so I can see if you have any marks. Not to worry you but you could have internal bruising if you got punched. Can you stand up?” She asked him.

“Yes,” Kurt said and held onto the table to push himself up but when he was fully standing, he felt the pain throughout his body increase and winced. “Never mind, no,” He changed his answer.

“Sam hold Kurt up, please,” Carol ordered Sam who gave Kurt a small, comforting smile and held him up by his hips. “Okay Kurt, let me help you,” She told him, going over to him to help him pull his wet and surprisingly, blood soaked shirt off. It took some time and it was extremely painful for Kurt but they all managed. When the shirt was finally off Carol placed it aside and went back to look at Kurt’s stomach when she along with Finn and Burt gasped.

Kurt’s stomach was practically black, covered in various little bruises but when you looked from afar it looked like one. Kurt told himself not to look down so as to not freak himself out. He hated all these injuries, the blood and the bones and the bruising. He always had, that’s one of the reasons why he never got into any sports until he played football his sophomore year. The thought of having a bone sticking out of him or getting a bloody nose was very unappealing to him so that just made this whole situation even worse than it already was due to the fact that there was blood all over him and that his ankle was deformed.

“Kurt that looks painful honey,” Carol told him and usually Kurt would snap back at her and would say that it was painful but he was too focused on breathing so he wouldn’t puke all over himself and Sam. “We need to get some ice on that after you get yourself cleaned up but next you said your wrist hurt. Can I see it?”

Kurt nodded his head a little and held out his right arm for Carol to examine. She took it in her hand and gently held it, trying her best not to twist it to cause any more pain or damage. “Hmm, it may be sprained honey, we’ll have to wrap it up, okay?” She asked him but Kurt was silently crying again, feeling sick to his stomach and wasn’t paying attention to her. “Kurt?” She asked again and when Kurt started to feel something rise in his throat he wiggled himself out of Sam’s grasp and fell towards the sink just in time to throw up in it.

He retched and heaved while Sam rubbed his back. He felt horrible which only made him cry more, which made his stomach hurt more which caused him to vomit even more. When there was nothing left in him for him to puke (for now at least) he turned on the sink and washed it out before splashing the water on his face. He dried off his face with a paper towel and realized that he was out of breath. He just wanted to sleep now but Carol wasn’t done examining him and he still had to take a bath and get his injuries wrapped up. He continued crying and Sam helped him sit back down in his chair before sitting down himself next to Kurt and Finn joined them. Both boys grabbed one of Kurt’s hands and held it, trying their best to comfort him without hurting him anymore.

“Kurt bud, I know it hurts but it’s going to be okay,” His dad told him. “What do you want us to do?”

“Nothing,” Kurt told them all. “I want to… I don’t know it just hurts.” He sobbed.

“How about some pain reliever?” Carol suggested and Kurt nodded his head. “You’ll probably have to eat something to keep it down though. Do you think you can do that?”

“No,” Kurt choked out. He didn’t want to be sick anymore and he wasn’t taking any chances.

“Okay, well how about this?” Carol started to suggest. “Let’s do this. Let me check out your ankle. If it is dislocated like you think it is then I will try to pop it back into place. I’ve done it many times before but it will be extremely painful. In the case that it doesn’t work, we’ll need to take you to the hospital but let me try first. After we tend to that, you can go and take a bath and change your clothes. Once you’re done I’ll come in and bandage your wrist and will give you an ankle brace. Tomorrow I’ll go out and get you an air cast and that will relieve the pressure that you put on there. You’re going to have some kind of medicine for all of this or else you’re just going to feel even worse so you’re going to have to eat something for me, okay?” Kurt reluctantly nodded his head.

“After that, we’ll let you sleep and we’ll just see how you feel in the morning. Hopefully you feel a little better. Does that sound like a good plan?” She asked him.

“Yes,” Kurt answered, trying to figure out how long all of this would take so he could hurry up. He just wanted to skip to the step where he could go to bed even though he was drenched in rain, sweat and blood.

“Okay, so let me see your ankle.” She told Kurt who held out his ankle for her. She carefully took his shoe off and then his sock to reveal a swollen, dislocated ankle.

“Yep, definitely dislocated but it looks like it will be an easy fix.” She told everyone. “Now, like I said, this is going to hurt badly. You may scream, you may vomit, you may pass out but once I get it back in place it will feel much better. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Kurt told her when he really meant no. He didn’t want to vomit again let alone scream or faint. Hopefully he said quiet, with his mouth shut and his eyes open.

“Okay, I’m going to fix it on three. One… two… three.” She said and snapped his ankle back into its socket.

“OH MY GOD,” Kurt shouted. He knew it was going to hurt but it felt like, he didn’t even know, it hurt that bad. His vision became blurred with tears and he squeezed his brother’s hands tightly.

“There, you’re all done.” Carol told him. ‘Thank god,” Kurt thought. “You did good.”

“Thanks,” Kurt said, bitterly.

“Okay, now for step two. Finn, Sam, can you help Kurt upstairs? I need to get all the supplies.” She asked the other two boys who nodded their heads. They both stood up and Sam bent down so he could pick Kurt up bridal style and Finn led them up the stairs to Kurt’s room. Once they were inside, Finn shut the door and Sam placed Kurt down on his bed.

“So, how do you want to do this?” Finn asked him. “Can you stand long enough to take a shower?”

“Yes,” Kurt told him. He would try to anyway but he wasn’t going to have his brothers help him take a bath. He wasn’t a baby and he already knew how uncomfortable Finn would be. “I won’t take long just… please don’t leave,” He begged them both. He didn’t want to be alone right now.

“We won’t,” Sam promised him. “We’ll just wait in here, take your time,”

Kurt stood himself up and walked into his bathroom. He slowly bent down to get a towel from the cabinet underneath his sink and when he came back up he accidentally looked into the mirror and froze. Carol wasn’t kidding when she said he looked bad in fact that was an understatement. He looked horrible. Just like Carol had said, his right eye was black and swollen and his eyeball was bloodshot red. He had other bruises all over his body and his lip was busted. He didn’t even know how Blaine had managed to hurt him so bad.

Tears were starting to well in his eyes again when he snapped out of his daze and continued getting ready to take a bath. There were two doors in his bathroom, one that led to his bedroom and the other that led to his closet. He walked into his closet and went over to where he kept his lounge clothes because contrary to what everyone thought he did have those. It took him some time to find something warm enough for him to wear since he was freezing but he eventually found a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt that went together and took that with him back into the bathroom.

He turned on the hot water in his shower and took the rest of his clothes off. He tested the water to see how hot it was and when he was satisfied with the temperature, he got in. The water felt good on his body and it felt even better when he felt the blood and sweat wash off of him. He scrubbed his body with soap, careful to avoid any sore spots and then washed his hair, massaging his scalp. After what seemed to be about twenty minutes, Kurt turned off the water and carefully stepped out of his bathtub. He slowly dried off and put on his clothes before walking over to his sink and grabbing a brush to brush his hair. Once he was done with that, he brushed his teeth and thought about doing his skincare routine but decided against it. The shower had woken him up a little but the effect was wearing off and he still had things to do before he could sleep.

Kurt  walked out of his bathroom and sat on his bed. Finn and Sam had been talking to one another, sitting around in Kurt’s room and quickly looked up when Kurt entered the room.

“Hey, do you feel any better?” Sam asked him, hopeful.

“Yeah, you look better,” Finn added and Sam nudged him in his rib. “Ouch, what was that for? He does look better, idiot.” Apparently Finn didn’t get the message.

“I do,” Kurt told them. It was true, he didn’t feel as sick anymore even though that was probably subject to change when he had to eat something and the shower had helped with some of the pain.

“Great, that’s great,” Finn said, acting weird. He had a strained smile on his face, like he needed to say something but couldn’t get it out. “That’s just fantastic,”

“Finn, are you okay?” Kurt asked him, raising his eyebrow.

“I think the better question is if you’re okay, Kurt,” Finn asked him, raising his voice a little and causing Kurt to flinch back.

“Finn calm down, you’re scaring him,” Sam warned Finn but Finn didn’t listen.

“No, you scared us Kurt. You weren’t returning anyone’s calls or texts, we called Rachel and Jeff and Sebastian and they all didn’t know where you were, Burt was about to call the police and then you show up, covered in blood and bruises and you don’t tell us who did this to you. It’s not okay, we deserve to know. We… we were…” Finn paused, looking up at the ceiling and taking a deep breath, “... I was scared, little bro. I thought you were dead or something. I know I was overreacting but… I don’t want to lose you,” He finished saying before breaking down into tears.

He went over to sit down on Kurt’s bed next to him and pulled him into a tight hug. Finn was squishing him and it hurt but Kurt didn’t pull away. Sam joined in on the hug and they sat there for a while, all three of them crying.

“Just, don’t scare us like that anymore, okay,” Finn said, pulling away from them.

“I’m sorry,” Kurt said, wiping his tears. “I didn’t mean to, I was just… I was upset and I was panicking. I didn’t know what I was going to tell you guys and I wanted to get home. I didn’t know what to do,”

“It’s okay,” Sam said, rubbing Kurt’s back. “I mean it’s not, it’s not okay that you got beat up but you’re safe now and we won’t let it happen again. It’d be helpful though if you could tell us who did it.”

“I can’t,” Kurt admitted, shaking his head. “I just can’t and I don’t want to talk about it, it’s hard to explain,”

“Okay. Well, do you want to talk about Blaine?” Finn asked him.

“No, I’m done with him. We had a falling out but I’ll be fine,” He partly lied. He wasn’t in love with Blaine, not anymore and he hadn’t been for a while but he wasn’t sure whether he would be okay or not.

“That sucks man,” Sam said. “I thought you guys were forever,”

“Yeah, but we’re on your side,” Finn told him. “I never liked him anyway,”

“I know you didn’t,” Kurt said, smiling a little. “Thank you,”

“Anytime,” Finn told him and then stood up. “I’m going to get my mom so she can wrap your stuff,” Finn left the room and Kurt noticed that Sam was staring at him with an expression that Kurt couldn’t put his finger on.

“Sam, are you okay?” He asked him. “You’re staring,”

Sam shook his head, snapping out of his trance. “Yeah I’m okay, sorry.” Sam paused before opening his mouth again. “I know it was him, Blaine I mean, who did this to you and I’m really sorry.”

Kurt stared at him with wide eyes before starting to cry again. “Sam, please don’t tell anyone,” He begged. “I’m so scared that he’s going to… hurt me again and I can’t let it happen. You have to promise me. Please.”

“Whoa, calm down,” Sam told him. “I won't, I promise, it’s just, I think you should tell someone. Your dad and Carol so they can call the police. He hurt you Kurt, why are you protecting him? He has a better chance of hurting you again if you don’t tell anyone.”

“I just can’t. I don’t want to deal with it right now. I can’t do that to my dad or Carol or Finn. I don’t want them to worry or… or think that I need extra protection because I got myself into this. Maybe I’ll tell them eventually but I’m not ready to yet.”

“I’m not letting him anywhere near you,” Sam said. “I promise. So, can you tell me what he did exactly?”

“We got into a fight,” Kurt said, hanging his head. “I don’t know how but apparently he gets jealous whenever I hang out with you or Sebastian or any other guy. He accused me of cheating and wanted to see my phone and I told him no and he got angry and hit me. It just got worse from there and he eventually kicked me out. He told me that he would call me when he was ready to but I told him not to because I was breaking up with him. Whether he’ll respect my wishes or not, I told him to act like he never knew me and to stay away from me. I just don’t know how that’s going to work if he decides to stay at McKinley. You know how persistent he is.”

“I’m sorry Kurt. I know I said I thought you guys were forever but I never liked how he treated you. Like you were his property and I should’ve said something. Maybe if I had then it wouldn’t have gotten this bad. I’m so sorry, I should’ve realized…”

“It’s not your fault Sam,” Kurt assured Sam, cutting him off med-sentence. “It was mine fault actually. I knew what he was doing was wrong but I didn’t stand up for myself. I didn’t call him out until tonight because… I thought that maybe I could change him or that it was just a phase. I thought that if I broke up with him that… I would never find anyone else that would love me. I guess I never found that person in the first place though.”

Kurt continued crying while Sam held him until Carol, Finn and Burt came into his room. Carol had a bunch of boxes with her and placed all of them on her bed. Finn had a banana and gave it to Kurt who looked at it like it was poisoned.

“You feeling any better, kiddo?” His father asked him and Kurt nodded his head. “Good, you’re doing great,”

“Okay, so I have an ace bandage for your wrist,” Carol said, holding up a box of bandages. “And then I have an ankle brace, it may be a little tight but that’s for the best to help keep everything in line and like I said, a boot will be your best option. You ready for me to wrap everything for you.”

Kurt nodded his head again and Sam let him go so he could face Carol. “Now all of this shouldn’t be as painful as earlier with your ankle and I’ll try my best to be gentle but let’s get this over with, okay?”

She kept her word when she said she would be gentle. She slowly wrapped his wrist and then slipped the brace onto his ankle and Kurt was relieved to find that the pain was only a seven out of ten.

“There, all done,” Carol exclaimed when she had finished. “How does it feel?”

“Fine,” Kurt told her and Carol nodded her head.

“Good. Now I need you to eat that banana so you can take this Tylenol. At least half of it so you can keep it down.” She said, pushing the banana and two pills towards him. “You can do it honey and then you can go to sleep, alright?”

“Okay,” Kurt said and he managed to eat half of the banana like Carol had told him to so that he could swallow the pills.

“Alright honey,” Carol said once he was finished. “I’m going to leave you alone so you can sleep now. You wake one of us up if you need anything okay?”

Once again, Kurt nodded his head and Carol gave him a hug before taking all her supplies and leaving his room. Next his dad came over.

“Night son,” His dad told him. “Hope you feel better tomorrow and just… get some rest and take it easy.” His dad awkwardly patted him on the back before leaving his room like Carol had and Kurt was upset with himself for being the reason behind his dad’s weird behavior.

The only two people left in the room were Finn and Sam who took their spots next to Kurt on his bed again. They sat there in silence, all trapped in their own thoughts. Finn and Sam didn’t want to leave Kurt alone and Kurt didn’t want to be left alone but no one knew how to go about saying it. Finally Kurt spoke up.

“Can you guys stay in here tonight?” He asked them. “Only if you want to, I just don’t want to sleep alone,”

“Of course,” Sam said, smiling along with Finn and Kurt laid down in his bed while Sam laid on to his right and Finn to his left. Kurt snuggled up against Sam and Sam wrapped his arms around Kurt while Finn did the same on the other side. Kurt felt safe in their embrace and let his tears fall down his face once more while he fell asleep. Things couldn’t get any worse than they already were… right?

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Chapter four: words from beyond

Mekyle paced outside the Infirmary door, Two Claws attached two each wrist. Lean up against the wall was Angelique a bow staff in her hand. “You know you look like a tin solder right.” she sneakers.

“I am on gardduty after all.” he spat back.

“Still pissed at Clary” Angelique asks and right then a blue portal opened and Clary, Simon and, Izzy run into the infirmary almost knocking over Mekyle. “What the?” he stamers out catching his balance.

Inside the Infirmary Ruthie stude next to Jace bed with a new cold towel in her hands. Xander was by the door two chakram straps to each hip. He head to duck out of the way quickly when the door flew open. Magnus was in between the to beds blue flames coming from his hands and a blue light was over Jace and Alec how stell lade in the beds passed out. “We got it!” Clary shouts running in holding up the blood covered arrow. Magnus eyes light up and he grabs the arrow using the top to cut his own hand. Ruthie winses at the site of Magnus blood. Magnus lets the two bloods mix together on the Arrow he then drops it in a bowl that Xander brought over to him. He starts to chant words in Greek as blue flames come from his fingers.

Just then Jace and Alec eyes fly open and they sit up at the same time. They move like robots as they stand together side by side.

“Mag’s you did it” Clary says smiling.

Magnus looks grave “no Biscuit I did not finish my spell.” The two guy look over the room again moving as one in a robot style. Mekyle was by the door his claws raised his parabatai Angelique stands next to him gripping her bow staff. Xander is by Magnus his hands on his chakrams. Ruthie head no weapon but she was ready to fight. Clary, Simon And, Izzy were at the foot of the beds looking at the guys.

“What a motley crew of friends you have Magnus” Jace says but not in his voice. The voice is that’s of Sinira.

“By the angel.” Izzy says covering her mouth.

“No sweetie no angels here.” Jace says with a evil smile.

“Sinira what do you want!” Simon snap seeing as everyone was too shocked to speak.

“Oh little sidekick don’t you worry.” Jace says.

“I say again what do you want!” Simon asks again.

“I want you to shut your mouth little sidekick. I speak to true hero’s only.” Jace snaps. This snaps Clary back to normal.

“Jace What is going on why are you talking like her.” Clary cry’s out.

“Oh dear girl he is not in control I am.” Jace says and looks at Magnus as he lays eyes on him Alec body jerks and there is a flash of glimring light and Magnus stumbles I’m to Clary’s arms bleding. “Alec!” She screams.

“Sinira let them go!” Simon shouts.

“Little sidekick can you please shut up!” Jace barks

“Why do you keep calling him that?” Izzy asks color finally coming back to her.

“That’s what he is Clary little sidekick. Going where ever she needs.” Jace says. Simon gives a huff. Jace eyes fall on Simon and in a blink of an eye Alec punch Simon and sends him flying in to the back wall next to the window.

“Stop this.” Magnus slow says getting his feet.

“Soon I will be done brother.” Jace says as his face twitches like saying the words hurt.

“You see that.” Izzy whispers to Clary. Meanwhile Simon has gotten to his feet and is staring out the window. “All be damned.” Simon says. Alec has attacked Ruthie and she is using a bed pin to fight him off.

“Alec Stop!” Magnus shouts. Alec continues his attack not hearing Magnus words. Ruthie spend kicks Alec and he drops to the floor. Xander jumps in to Alec holding one of his chakram to Alec throat. “No!” Magnus cry’s.

“Soon brother are family will be all together. Me, You, Father and are dear uncle.” Jace says and place a dagger to his own throat.

“No please no!” Clary cries out tears running down her face.

“Hey Sinira!” Simon shouts. Everyone turns to look at him. He was standing by a open window his bow raised a arrow ready to fire out it. A huge grin on his face as he looks down at the ground below. “Sidekick this bitch!” He says and lets the arrow fly. There is a sound of a thud a female vice crying out in pane then the sound of a portal opening and then Jace falls to his knees.

“Kid get off me. I am your Console.” Alec says looking up at Xander. This brought everyone back.

“Huh what?” Xander says looking down at Alec. His eyes go huge and he jumps off Alec. “Sir I am so sorry.”

“Can we not be so loud my head is splitting like if I was listening to Simon old band” Jace says. Clary runs over to him and hugs him.

“Watch it Bro he did just save your life twice. No sidekick could do that.” Izzy says and walks over kissing her husband.

After Clary and Jace send the new recruits on patrol the rest of them meet up in the War room. Jace and Alec looked weak as if they had all the energy pulled out of them.

Magnus was white faced and looked very confused. Clary helped Jace walk into the room as Izzy helped Alec. It was only Simon who walked into the room looking pleased with himself.

“Ok can someone please tell me what just happened?” Jace asks slumping into a chair. Clary sits in the one next to him.

“I just saved your ass oh and Alec’s too.” Simon says with an ear to ear grin.

“Yes babe we know you’re great but I think the bigger question is what did she want?” Izzy asks.

“To hurt me.” Magnus says laying his hand on Alec’s

“That's not all.” Simon says. Everyone turns and looks at him with dumb founded looks on thier faces. “She told us soon their family would be completed. Their dad and uncle would be free.” Simon adds.

“Ok I know Asmodeus, but what is this uncle she was talking about?” Isabella asks.

Magnus sighs. “He’s not exactly Family…” he says with a heavy sigh.

“Ok what? Who is he. I’ve never read of any brother to Asmodeus.” Jace snaps.

“Oh you know of him, very well. He is the morningstar.” Magnus explands.

“Sebastian or Valentine?” Clary choke out.

“No biscuit much older than them.” Magnus says. “The Morningstar.” He adds.

“Lucifer!” Simon blurts out.

Magnus looks over at Simon and nods. “That’s right.”

“Ooh Stringbean you’re on fire today.” Jace chuckles.

“Watch it Blondy.” Simon says waving a finger at Jace.

“If you two are done. I’d like to get back to the point of Lucifer coming.” Clary says glarying at Jace and Simon.

“I am with Clary. How is she planning on freeing him.” Isabelle asks.

Magnus sighs and looks down at the table. “There is only one way I know of.” He says and again let out a heavy sigh. “She must be trying to unlock the six gates.”

“Ok what are they baby?” Alec asks running his hand over Magnus’s hand. Magnus just shrugs. The room is silent for quite some time as everyone looks around. Simon slowly stands up and looks at the room placing his hands flat on the table. “Simon” Alec asks looking at him.

“It looks to me like we need to do some research. Let's all meet in the library with Giles for a researcher party don’t forget to get the jelly donuts.” Simon exclames and turns and walks out of the room.

Clary and Isabelle start to chuckle as the other guys just look on completely baffled. Finally Jace speaks up. “Who is Giles?” Clary and Isabelle completely lose it laughing so hard the double over. “What? What did i say!” Jace demands.

“It's form a TV show.” Clary gets out between laughs.

“It's called Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” Isabelle adds and starts to laugh even harder. “Jace… Blond…. Be…. Buffy.” she stamers out laughing so hard she had tears running down her face.

Jace face goes red as he storms out of the room muttering. “Damn mundane tv!!”

Magnus and Alec exchanges looks and blue fire shoots out onto the table and a plate of Jelly donuts appear. Clary and Isabelle fall to the ground laughing hard. Magnus snorts.

“My Magic is not that funny.” He states and picks up the plate and walks out Alec trailing quickly behind him. Leaving the two girls in there fit of laughter on the floor of the war room.

Once the two girls finally make their way to the library a few of the tables are already covered with books. Alec and Magnus sit at one of them eating the donuts. Simon was sitting at the only desk with a computer.

He looked up as they entered the room. “Cordelia, Willow how nice of you to join us.” He said in his best british accent. The Two girls exchanged looks and smiled.

“Your Cordelia.” Clary says with a giggle.

“Then that makes you the lesbian, Willow.” Isabelle says with a smile and a wink.

“And you’re just my type baby.” Clary says pulling Isabelle into a hug. Magnus and Alec cleared their throats at the same time and the two girls split apart and giggle more. “Sorry not making fun of you guys.” Clary says and looks over the room really taking it in. “Where is Jace?” She asks.

“Don’t know it was just Mags and Alec that showed up.” Simon answered.

“I better go find him. Clary says and turns and heads out the doors.

“You must tell him about our love Willow.” Isabelle yells to Clary.

Clary makes her way down the main hallways of the institute looking for Jace. As she winds the east hall way she can hear the sound of something hitting the punching bag. This would be one of the three places she could find Jace ever. The Library, The Music room. Or like this time in the Training room. As Clary entered the room she could see Jace squared up to the bag. He head changed into a Black tank top and black sweatpants. His face was dripping with sweat and his blond beautiful hair was matted down. A look of concentration was on his face. Clary leaned up against the door frame and watched him punch and kick the bag with the grace of an Angel. She so loved watching him. It has become one of her favorite past times ever since she first saw him. Jace spin kicks the bag and it breaks off the chain that was holding it up and flies across the room. “Damn it not again.” Jace snaps. This brings Clary out of her day dream state.

“Hey hot stuff thought I’d see you in the library.” Clary says throwing him a towel.

Jace catches it and smiles a little. “Nah Stringbean is on it. If anyone can solve this puzzle it's him.”

“Did you just give Simon a compliment.” Clary asks in shock

“Don't you dare tell him.” Jace retorts and grabs his water bottle and takes a big drink. “The Newbees back yet?” he asks. Clary shakes her head no. “Think I will clean up and go see what trouble their in.” He says.

“Want some company?” Clary asks with a smile.

“Na there newbees, I think I can handle them.” he replies

“I was meaning with the cleaning up part.” Clary shoots him a seductive look. Jace smiles big.

“Oh now that I do want help with.” The two grab hands and run off towards their room.

[waywardimpalawriter]

Hey luv! It's been a long time since we've talked! Hope you're doing fine!

Led astray

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x ReaderRating: PGWarnings: Angst, sadness, being bumped, anger, Seb’s a bit of an ass in this one, curse words Word count: 1,441Notes: Requested by the very lovely @chrisevansthedoritobastard I’m so very sorry it took me over a year to get this written out. But better late than never right? *looks hopeful* Hope you enjoy sweetie. The idea actually came from listening to the radio one very early morning. The local station has a segment called ‘2nd Date Update’ the rest as they say is history.  

Forever:

@winters-buck @angryschnauzer @feelmyroarrrr

 @aquabrie @fandommaniacx  @supernaturallymarvellous  @smoothdogsgirl @becs-bunker

This story: @not-another-fangirl

You’d given it thought, rolled it over in your head for the last few days, asked friends, hell even your sister, all agreed that this idea would come back to bite you in the ass. But you just had, no needed to know and hopefully understand why he hadn’t returned your calls or texts. Sure the same old thoughts came to mind, he’s busy, sick, working or just plain dodging your calls. Enough is, enough you needed answers and this seemed to be the only way to get them.

Though now as you wait for the host to come back your nerves start to get the better of you making you pace the short distance between the kitchen island and stove. Cell pressed between your shoulder and ear, hands wringing like a wet washcloth, till a male voice comes back to the line.

“Good Tuesday morning to ya this is Jason Douglas joined by my cohorts Megan Wright and Michael Masters on 93Q country. It’s 6:45 just this side of the dawn, on a fine morning and we’re bringing you 2nd date update.” There’s a slight twang in his voice while speaking, flipping switches and taking a sip of his coffee. “Morning Y/N thank you for joining us this fabulous morning.”

Clearing your throat, “You’re welcome,” swallowing to try to coat your dry throat once more, “Thanks for having me.”

“So I hear you went on a date a few weeks ago and the guy hasn’t called you back?”

“Yeah, yes,” rolling your eyes at how stupid you sound thinking this may be the disaster everyone warned you about. “Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”

“Don’t be, we’ve had many people call wanting help trying to find out why calls haven’t been returned. It’s only natural,” pops in Megan, voice bright and cheery for how early in the morning it is.

Nodding though no one can see, you’ve finally sat down on a barstool, cell in hand now. “I thought we’d hit it off, the conversation flowed, we laughed, shared things about each other.” Shaking your head not wanting the tears to come and clog your voice. Had you been wrong about him?

“Tell us more about your date and how the night went? Did he seem put out by how the date went? Had you done something to offend him or him, you?”

“NO,” the one-syllable comes out louder than intended laced with a small amount of anxiety. “I mean I don’t think so like I said it seemed to me the date went well. For my part I thought we hit it off from word go. It’s why I’m so confused as to why he hasn’t called me back.”

“Well alright then let’s get this settled and call up Sebastian,” flipping a few more switches, Jason brings up what he needs. “Now remember Y/N you’ll be listening in try not to say anything till I cue you. He won’t know until that moment so if you want answers, you’ll have to be patient.”

Nodding, realizing they couldn’t see you, your voice cracks as you answer, “Understood.”

“And we will get to that call right after a few words from our sponsors,” sitting back the three of them talk while you’re on hold hearing nothing but elevator music for almost two minutes.

Weather finished up and Jason comes back, “Time is now 6:55 and we have Sebastian on the line, welcome sir and good morning to you. I’ve got my cohosts, Megan and Michael with me.”

Both give him a welcome before Sebastian himself speaks, “Morning.”

“Do we have your permission to talk with you and ask a few questions? This is on air and being recorded of course so if you aren’t comfortable with that speak now or forever hold your peace.” a soft chuckle leaves his lips at the corny joke he makes.  

Puzzled and curious as to what the radio station could want, Sebastian gives consent knowing he might get in trouble with his agent and manager later for this. As there are no movies or TV shows to promote at the moment. So that little voice in the back of his mind keeps poking. Saying this could bring trouble to his door.

“Can I ask what this is about? I didn’t win anything did I? Especially since I didn’t enter,” he jokes seeing the confused looks from his friends beside him.

“Well, it seems there’s someone out there that thinks you’re amazing and wanted to let you know. Do you remember going on a date with someone a few weeks ago?”

Thinking over his schedule, everything he’s done in the past few weeks, he remembers one and wants to smack himself. “There’s one that comes to mind.”

“Y/N?”

Sighing, running a hand through his hair, Sebastian steps away from the group to make the call a little more private. “Yeah, that’s her.”

“You don’t sound so happy to hear the name, did something happen?” Megan chimes in.

All the while you’re listening to the conversation trying to keep yourself from interfering, wanting to have this answers to put this behind you.

“No, nothing happened; Y/N’s a sweet girl I just didn’t feel any sparks with her. The thing I regret the most is giving her so much hope by agreeing to the date.”

Shaking his head, Michael speaks, “I don’t follow you, dude.”

Not wanting to sound too harsh but knowing the truth is always better than a lie, “We met at a party one night, thought she was a nice girl that we could have chemistry, I was wrong. We talked on the phone for a couple of nights before agreeing to a date. In that time I learned from a friend of mine that she’s a very clingy person, needy and always wanting to be the center of attention.”

“What the f*ck,” you couldn’t hold back your tongue anymore and let slip a curse word that Jason told you wouldn’t be allowed. “I’m sorry Jason it slipped out.” Breathing deep to regain yourself, “If your friend told you all that about me then why did you even agree to the date you asshole.”

“Yeah sorry Sebastian, Y/N has been listening in the whole time we’ve been talking,” butting in to explain just making sure to bleep the curse word.

Shrugging to himself, “Thought it would be fun, you’re a sweet girl Y/N just not my type is all. Besides you did talk way more about yourself than I did, I couldn’t even get a word in edgewise.”

“That’s a lie Stan and you know it you jerk. Why make up stupid crap like this if all you truly wanted was a good fuck. That’s what it truly was about, man up and tell the truth.” Anger building now as you jump from the stool sending it backwards to pace the floor, “And here I thought you were a better man than that Sebastian Stan.”

“Whoa, whoa there is this true y’all had sex and what that wasn’t good enough for you Sebastian?” Megan asks wondering if they were talking to who she thinks it is.

“Listen she called my cell, no blew it up more like it with calls and texts, every half hour wanting to know when and where we’re going back out. I told her when she left that morning, things wouldn’t work,” trying to push the problem in your lap, making things your fault rather than his.

“You know what fuck you, Stan, your dick wasn’t big enough anyway to satisfy a goldfish,” done with the whole thing you don’t wait for any answers. Instead deciding to hang up on them, grab the pint of Ben and Jerry’s you stashed for times like this and headed to your bed to cry it out over Pretty Woman and other chick flick movies.

Clearing his throat to get the shock out, “Well then, I take it there will be no second date huh?” laughter clearly in his voice as he looks at his cohosts with a shake of his head. “I guess being an actor and trying to find love isn’t as easy as people would have you believe.”

“So not funny asshole,” hanging up Sebastian shakes his head going back to the main part of the gym to finish his workout and forget the stupid call even happened.

“You know they air that shit on the radio these days? Your fans are going to hear it,” one of his friends states a smirk on his lips.

“Who listens to radio anyway?” is his comeback while flipping his friends off to lift weights.

[lemonadeswift]

Unconditional I

Rating: G

Pairing: Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan

Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Original Child Character (OCC)

Summary: Chris and Sebastian’s foster child comes out to them as trans and of course, they love them unconditionally.

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Mikey stood at the top of the stairs in their blue Tony Hawk hand me down hoodie that they’d had for years now. Their new socks were nice though, and so were their other new clothes but this sweat shirt was never going to go away. It was sometimes one of the only possessions they’d had going through the system. Nervously their toes wiggled inside their socks as they curled their feet over the top stair teetering as they debated their next move. It was now or never.

Their mom had probably had an inkling before she passed but she was gone now... and now they had to tell Chris and Sebastian... or “dad” and “tata” as they were slowly getting used to calling them. They’d assured them after their mother’s death and from day one they wouldn’t be transferred around anymore. This was their last stop on that train and their permanent home could be with them if that’s what they wanted. And Mikey did want that, he just hoped that after this new revelation Sebastian and Chris would still feel the same. They hoped that even if they didn’t want them anymore they’d still consider adopting Bailey. Mikey wanted his sister to have a good life, she was only 7, them being 15, they’d be fine on their own if they had to.

Anyway... it was now or never. They felt this bursting forth from them. They couldn’t keep it in anymore it was too stressful, it was killing them. They’d been up the past three nights and they knew that Chris and Sebastian were starting to notice.

“Dad? Tată?” Mikey called out in a voice just loud enough for Sebastian and Chris to hear. The two were sitting in the living room, they’d just put Luca, Lea, and Bailey down for bed and Mikey had just finished reading to them, leaving the couple to settle down for the night before turning in.

Mikey couldn’t help but smile as they noticed from the top of the stairs how the two were curled against each other. Chris on his tablet while Sebastian was resting his head on his shoulder, seemingly on his phone. They hated to disturb them but they needed to tell them this.

“Hey buddy, what’s up?” Chris asked, a soft smile on his burly winter bearded face.

“Hi... I’m... Um... can we... can we talk? Can I talk to both of you?” Mikey fidgeted with his hands wringing them together and teetering back and forth on their toes.

Chris’s face immediately turned concerned. His brows knitting together as he and Sebastian parted, sliding over to make room for Mikey beside them if they wanted to sit.

“Yeah, of course, always, you can come to us with anything, is something wrong? Do we need to break out the hot chocolate for this one?”

Hot chocolate had become a tradition with tough conversations in the household. It was brought out a few months ago when their mom passed, and again when they were told that they couldn’t be adopted yet, and yet another time when they were discussing a career move that would require Sebastian to be gone for four months that he wanted to get the kids input on. He hadn’t taken it. It had been too soon, but while hot chocolate was synonymous with difficult conversation it was also synonymous with comfort and warmth and safety. Tough conversations were no longer callous encounters, with Chris and Sebastian tough conversations were always had in an environment that was carefully curated to also feel safe and full of love and support. If this conversation didn’t go the way Mikey wanted they didn’t want the memory of hot chocolate to be ruined forever so they declined.

“N-no... I think... I think I’d rather just talk.” Rather than sitting down between the two Mikey nervously backed up against the accent chair in the living room and sat down lightly on the arm, perching carefully as they continued to fidget.

Mikey took a deep breath unsure of how to come out with it. Right now their palms were sweaty and their heart was pounding against their ribs. They felt clammy and sick... but they had to,

“Hey, Mikey, buddy, we love you, you’re safe here and you can tell us anything, we promise...” Sebastian spoke up, his eyes earnest.

Mikey wanted to cry.

“I-I-I-I’m... I... I think I’m trans?” It came out as a question, it made them mad that it did, what were they doing? Asking permission? No. They knew, they were sure, had been for a long time so what was with the questioning. Mikey shook their head,

“No, no... Sorry...” Mikey sat up straight a look of determination in their eyes as they met both Chris and Sebastian’s gazes. “I know I’m trans...my name is Melody because that’s the name my mom wanted to name me if I’d been a girl, which I am. My pronounce are she/her/they and if you don’t like it I’ll leave and figure things out myself.”

Melody stood there with a firm stance. Her eyes hard and arms crossed as she glared daggers into Chris and Sebastian who hadn’t said anything yet. Chris was the first to speak, his voice was soft as he said,

“Come, sit,” and patted the seat beside him. Deflating almost immediately Melody came and sat next to him. Her guard was still up but her firm stance from earlier and hard exterior had crumbled again. Now she was just scared. Scared and terrified. Melody felt an arm slide around her shoulders and she tensed up, softly though, Chris’s voice reached her ears,

“Melody, honey, we love you... no matter who you are, or how you identify... if your name is Melody and you’re a girl who goes by she/her/they, then that’s who you are and that’s what we will refer to you as, we’re both bisexual men, and you know my brother, your Uncle Scott, is gay. We couldn’t possibly be bothered less about if you’re trans. We love you,”

Melody felt herself shaking and as she blinked she felt the tears on her cheeks she was crying.

“Aw, sweetie, come here,” Sebastian’s said, pulling her into him and resting his head on top of hers as he hushed her and stroked her back, she clung to him and cried tears of sheer relief. Yes, she’d known they were obviously bisexual and she’d remembered that Scott was gay, but she never had heard them speak of any trans person they knew aside from one actress that Chris had worked with. And then it was just in passing. So she didn’t know, she hadn’t been 100% sure and that slight uncertainty had been killing her. She was so happy she was right about them though. So happy that they didn’t care...

“Hey, it’s okay, I promise we love you, we support you, you don’t need to get upset, you don’t need to cry, you’re okay, you’re safe, and if anyone, anyone has anything to say about it, they can fuck right off,” Melody pulled away from Sebastian at Chris’s assurances. She let out a wet chuckle at his last comment before throwing herself at him too,

“Thank you...” she said, another sob escaping her throat, one of absolute relief.

“You don’t have to thank us, we should be thanking you... thank you for telling us, we love you, I’m going to warn you, I might slip up a few times and I’ll have to get used to the new name and pronouns but we love you, okay?”

“Same here, it’ll be a change, but not a bad one,”

Melody wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her hoodie suddenly feeling completely drained. It was late after all and this had taken up all of her strength.

“Why don’t we talk more about this tomorrow okay? It’s late, we can look into getting you new clothes if that’s something you want and we can research some doctors if medically transitioning is something you’re interested in starting soon too okay? But in the morning, I’m sure this took a lot to tell us, but we love you and things will stay the same in most ways and change in only good ones I promise, okay?” Melody nodded. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was one thing to just accept it and accept her but the offer for clothes and to look into a doctor... it showed they were really serious, and were already somewhat educated... she couldn’t be happier.

Melody stood from the couch and let out one last sniffle. With her jacket over her hands giving her sweater paws she stood in front of them and gave a little wave. “Okay, goodnight...”

“Goodnight, we’ll see you in the morning, we love you,”

Melody nodded, she hadn’t told them she loved them yet but her heart was swelling with affection and emotion for them and as she turned to go and got to the stairs she stopped,

“I-I love you guys too...” she finally said. Their heads snapped over to her immediately and they were standing, stumbling over one and other as they came towards her. She was slightly surprised.

“What? I’m sorry... did you say?” Sebastian’s eyes were wide with hope,

“I-I love you guys too... I do... I love you guys, dad, I love you... tată, I love you...”

“Oh my god... Mik-Melody oh... we love you, we love you too!” Chris was sweeping her up into his arms again, lifting her off the ground and making her laugh. He spun her around once before putting her down, his eyes were shining with tears as he choked out, “You mean it? For real? You’ve... you’ve never said that... you haven’t said that yet...”

Melody just nodded, “Yeah, I mean it... I already have started seeing you as my dads... I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to say it. But I do, I love you guys and I’m... I’m so thankful that I ended up here...”

Sebastian was openly crying too now as he wrapped her in a bear hug of his own, he gave her a tight squeeze, “I’m so thankful that you guys ended up here too, you fit perfectly into this family and we want to have you guys as part of it forever. I swear, we’re working on it. I know things haven’t been easy but I’m so happy you’re here and I’m so happy to be your dad...”

Chris joined the hug and they stood there at the foot of the stairs, smothering Melody with love until she finally began to actually feel smothered and spoke up,

“I love you guys, but it’s actually getting hard to breathe, I’m pretty small and you guys are pretty aggressive huggers...”

“Oh.. sorry,” Chris laughed as they broke the hug and he went to stand by Sebastian again, the two of them gravitated to each other and their hands magnetically connected with parts of each other’s bodies, around the waist and in each other’s pockets as they always did when they got close. They both smiled and watched as Melody made her way the rest of the way up the stairs and disappeared down the hall.

Chris turned to Sebastian, letting out a sigh and giving a shrug,

“Well, that all happened.” He commented.

“It did, didn’t it? I’m so proud of her...” Sebastian said.

“Me too,” Chris said.

“So, we have two daughters now, maybe three soon,”

“Guess so, good thing I had sisters,” Chris said.

“Yeah, we can do this,”

“Of course we can, together, we can get through everything. We’ve already been through a lot, this is nothing we can’t handle. We’ve just gotta be supportive and love her unconditionally...” Sebastian leaned up to press a soft kiss on his husbands lips.

“Let’s go to bed, we’ve got some more important conversations to have tomorrow.”

[boyfriend-cal]

random #8 & fluff #11 with calum pls thank you sweetie 💗

I really liked these two! thanks for sending a request. 

from this prompt list:11: "Are you flirting with me?"  "You finally noticed?"8: "Can you please…? Hmmm, I don't know. Maybe put a shirt on?!"

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word count: 1.4k

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You're standing over the stove, trying to arrange a charcuterie board for the get together you and Cal are hosting this afternoon. It's not looking as pretty as the ones on your Instagram and Pinterest feed, so you're frustrated as hell.

"Ugh." A groan leaves your lips as Calum enters the kitchen. Shirtless, hair still wet, and jeans hung low on his waist. Your hair falls from behind your ear and into your face for the one-thousandth time. You always like to prepare food with your hair up, but somehow always forget a hair tie as well.

"What? You didn't fall in love with me just now? I'll walk out and back in again. Maybe it'll work this time." Calum smirks, starting to turn around and leave.

"No, dumbass. I can't get this to look like the ones on the internet. And my stupid hai-" Your words stop when Cal holds up a hair tie in front of your face.

"You always forget a hair tie and are too stubborn to go get one or you do so and complain the entire ten steps to the bathroom. I saved you the last step." He smiles at you as you slowly take the hair tie, your mouth still slightly hung open from not finishing your sentence. It stays open because you can't believe he noticed that this is a reoccurring thing.

"Wow... Thanks, Calum. I didn't think it happened that often." You chuckle and let it roll off your back. He rolls his eyes and turns to the fridge.

"How many people are coming to this shindig?" You look over your shoulder to find him bent over in front of the open fridge. Eyebrows scrunched together, and his forehead lines clearly visible.

"Well, the boys, plus their girlfriends. Then I invited three girl friends and two more guy friends. We've talked about this, Cal."

He straightens up, shuts the fridge, and turns to you. "We're going to need more beer. I'm going to make a run to the store. Do you want anything else for later this week?"

"We don't have time for you to go to the store, you're not even dressed yet! They'll all be here in an hour." You turn to him and wipe your forehead with your arm.

"I got this. I'll put on my shirt before I leave, so I'll be pretty much ready when I get back. We are not looking like bad hosts, Y/N." Calum reaches out and gives a gentle touch to your elbow, then he turns and heads toward his room.

Thirty seconds later, he's coming out with the shirt halfway over his head and shoes that are untied. "How many bottles of wine should I get? Oh nevermind. I'll figure it out. Don't stress over the meat and cheese board. It looks fine, and we're going to eat it anyway."

The kitchen has half a wall separating it from the living room, so you watch him pause by the door for a moment. Instead of saying anything else, you nod, and he sends you a wink before he opens the door and leaves.

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Ten minutes before your guests are arriving and Calum is nowhere in sight. He's not answering your texts or calls, and you've already gotten messages from everyone else that they're on their way.

The charcuterie board is done. Not the best, but it still looks okay. The size itself is impressive, but you wanted to make sure there was enough food for everyone. Of course, there was always junk food in the pantry if they wanted something else.

You're almost to the point of pacing the kitchen when the door bursts open. Calum has a case of beer in one hand, four bottles of wine tucked in a reusable grocery bag in the other, but his shirt is gone.

"What the hell, Calum? Where did your shirt go? Everyone will be here in less than ten minutes." You rush to his side, taking the bag and immediately shoving the bottles into the freezer, hoping they'll get colder faster.

"I spilled this nasty drink on it. It's been in my car forever, so I was going to pour it out the window, but the bottom fell out of the cup before I could. I didn't want you to panic that I ruined my shirt cause you totally would, so I took it off instead." Calum follows you into the kitchen and sets the beer down next to the fridge.

"You're so chaotic, you know? And it stresses me the fuck out. Why didn't we check the fridge two days ago?" You break eye contact with him to return to the tray of food and make a few adjustments once again. Every time you look at it, you find something else wrong with it. He appears next to you instead of going to get dressed like he's supposed to be doing.

"Yeah, I do know, actually." Calum reaches for an olive, but you slap his hand away immediately.

"You are not about to do that. Are you kidding me?" You give him a wide-eyed look, and he shakes his head.

"Hey, I was only trying to fix this part that you messed up." He mocks your tone, and your eyes shoot towards the board, scanning it for anything out of place. "Don't you know that Luke is allergic to cashews? Most nuts, actually. Now everything is contaminated. It all needs to be thrown out."

Calum clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth to make a tsk tsk sound at you. He watches the panic spread across your face and tries to hold back laughter. "Is he? It really is all contaminated. I should've washed my hands in between everything. Oh god, we don't have anything else but junk food and-"

He presses his hands to your shoulders, finally unleashing his laughter. You finally catch on, slapping his chest and pushing him away from you. "Are you kidding me? I hate you. Now is not the time for that! Oh my god."

You let out the biggest breath you've ever taken and cross your arms over your chest. "Are you going to get dressed any time soon?"

"Why should I? I won't even compare to how beautiful you look. Those jeans with that top?" Calum closes his fingers together and kisses them like a chef.

"Are you flirting with me?" You squint your eyes a little bit, sticking your chin forward ever so slightly and tilting your head.

"You finally noticed?" Calum laughs, adding to his already huge grin.

"For how long?" You feel your cheeks get hot from embarrassment.

"I mean... a while. I just figured you were ignoring it." Cal shrugs his shoulders, and you sigh.

"I would never ignore it on purpose. God, that's fucking stupid of me. I've lived with a hot ass roommate for almost a whole year now and-"

Calum's hands are on either side of your face, pulling you toward him to press your lips together. Your palms land on his chest, and your fingers lightly dig into his collarbones. Both of you are smiling and giggling as Calum pulls away just to come back and pepper more kisses against your lips.

The two of you are so busy and wrapped up in the moment that neither of you hears the door open. "Hey, hey, hey! It's time to get this party starte- Oh god."

You jump away from Calum like he's on fire, feeling embarrassment from getting caught. Luke is just smiling and shaking his head, Sierra is trying to suppress her giggles, and Ashton losing it altogether.

"I mean, it's your place, so if you want to make out in the kitchen, then we can't stop you mate." Luke continues into the apartment with everyone following. Kaykay was behind Ashton, and so were Michael and Crystal.

"Damnit, I missed it." Michael groans, earning laughter from everyone but the two in the kitchen.

"I'm so glad it wasn't my friends that were on time." You mumble under your breath, but Calum hears it and rolls his eyes at you.

"Hey, I wasn't done talking yet." Luke sets his bottle of tequila onto the counter next to the charcuterie board. "But if you're going to do that, can you please... I don't know. Maybe put a shirt on?!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going. Go ahead and pour some shots, I'm going to need it." Calum sighs and stalks out of the room, but not before he gets the chance to give your hand a small squeeze.

"Double for me." I laugh.

"You can say that again."

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[redthreadoffate]

memories and insecurities [sebastian stan]

ship: sebastian stan x female!reader

warnings: swearing; edited in a few minutes so mistakes may be present

notes: written for @angel-cap because i asked her to send me a prompt. i kinda tweaked it, i hope you don’t mind huhu. i super hope you like it. warning for you! as i was writing it, i realized i was thinking of my grandmother but what i realized was...it may hit close to home for you. so i really understand if you don’t read it. this fic focuses more on family but there’s some future fluff in the end

summary: it’s just really hard, you know...

You had been crying and crying all the way from the party to your house. In this ungodly hour, you shouldn't have been walking alone and crying at the same time. Your eyes were blurry and your sobs could be heard like an echo.

Luckily, you arrived home without a scratch. 

Opening the door with your keys, you slammed the door behind you and leaned against it.

Your father, who had been with you in your apartment for a few days because he was visiting a relative close by, came out from the kitchen.

"Hey, sweetie. How was the party?"

You looked up at him, a fading grin was on his face as he realized that you looked like a piece of shit. Hell, you really believed you were a piece of shit.

"Y/n," he said softly as he put his plate down on the counter, "what's wrong?"

You shook your head. "Nothing's wrong," you said in between hiccups. And did you really have to think ‘obviously he doesn’t think so’ because really, who would?

He walked towards you and engulfed you in a hug. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

You nodded. "Kinda."

He led you to the couch and you spilled what had been bothering you.

Ever since she died, you couldn't help but feel so...so...so not yourself.

You used to be fun, cheery, always smiling. But now, that was just a façade. You were still fun, you were still cheery, and you always were smiling. Although the truth is, you were dying inside.

As much as you loved your father, the bond was different. You can tell he's trying his best and you absolutely appreciated the gesture, you didn't resist. But it was still something else.

Then the illness happened and you were just never complete anymore.

"I'm not your mother," your dad said after your story. "But I can't live without you, sweetie. You are my world now. You complete me." He paused and you knew he was thinking of her, too. "But I know that one day, you'll find someone who will complete you again."

"Daddy…"

"I know you'll never forget us," he continued with a small, sad smile. "But it'll happen when you have your own family."

But that kept you up all night. You tossed and turned but you couldn't find the right position.

What if you would never find someone to help you heal?  What if you were going to be forever alone? You never deemed yourself beautiful or great, in fact, you've always considered yourself, and very bluntly, ugly and a piece of shit.

You pursed your lips. 'Oh, fuck. Here come the feelings.'

Although you had your dad with you for a few days, living in the apartment always made you lonely. Your mother had helped pick the apartment, helped decorate the place...it was just a reminder.

To try and distract yourself, you reached for your phone and unlocked it.

Scrolling through it, you had a message from your friend, Sebastian. It was his party last night and you were invited. Many of his friends were great company. And last night was the first time you got to meet Chris and Anthony. You didn't have much time with them but they were fun.

'I couldn't find you last night. Did you leave early?'

He must have seen you online.

'Yeah, had some things to take care of.'

'Are you okay?'

You paused before typing. 'Can I come over?'

'Of course.'

'There are no groupies hanging around, are there?'

'I kicked them out just awhile ago.'

An hour later, your dad was still asleep so you tiptoed out the door and locked it before strolling back to the mansion you were in.

You rang the bell and expected one of the maids or butlers or whatever they were called to open the door for you. To your surprise, Seb opened it personally.

"You're late," he said.

"You really didn't expect me to come at 5 am, did you?"

"Of course I did. I tidied the house for you."

You rolled your eyes and stepped inside. "I have to tell you something."

Seb closed the door and didn't say anything. You knew that he knew you were going to say something that affected you. After a moment, he asked, "Want some sour gummy worms with that?"

You couldn't help but smile.

Some minutes after, you two were in one of the rec rooms. The TV was on but muted, and there was a giant bowl of gummy worms in front of you and Seb. He had sat beside you and you didn't mind, he was a very comfortable person.

You've had feelings for him ever since Tom Holland had I introduced you two. You were Tom's childhood friend and when he asked you to go to a party at a house nearby, you didn't expect Sebastian Stan to become your best friend. Of course, you've been hiding your feelings well.

You sat in silence until you froze when Seb placed his hand on top of yours.

"The party was great," you said.

"But you left early."

You looked down. "I thought I saw her."

He nodded.

"She was beautiful in that white dress. Her smile was bright and she looked like an angel."

"Because she is."

You gave a half-hearted smile. "She is."

Another silence.

"Why do you think she appeared to you last night?"

"...it was their anniversary."

Seb held your hand tighter. "And your dad?"

You snorted. "I cried more than he did."

Seb chuckled. After, he said, "That's not the only thing bothering you, is it?"

"Wha—?"

"I'm not entirely sure why I know but I feel that there's something."

You bit your bottom lip. "I guess Dad was just in a sentimental mood last night, I mean, I don't have any doubts that he was, but he mentioned that one day, I'd find someone who will complete me."

He tilted his head to the side. "What did he mean?" But there was something on his voice that you couldn't figure out.

You got a gummy worm and chewed on it, after swallowing you replied, "Mom and Dad will always complete me, but he meant someone who will complete me in a way how he and Mom completed each other."

"Any prospects?" There's that something again. It was a bit rough but you couldn't be too sure.

You looked at him at the corner of your eye. "May—"

And before you knew it, Sebastian had grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours. You were surprised but after a few seconds, you had returned the kiss.

When you both needed air, you knew you were red so you looked down to make sure he wouldn't see.

"I like you," he said. "A lot."

You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open.

"And I want to be the guy who will complete you," he continued. He looked at you straight in the eyes. "Even if that means I have to court you until—"

"I like you, too," you blurted out. "A lot"

Sebastian looked shocked for a while before he grinned. "You do?"

"Yeah," you said with a nod.

He leaned forward and gave you a quick peck. "I know you were criticizing yourself again."

You pouted. "How do you know me so well?"

He chuckled and shrugged. "That's what happens when you fall in love." He stopped and then gazed at you. "But really, Y/n. You're beautiful. You aren't a piece of shit."

Exactly in that order.

"But Seb…" you started.

He held up his hand. "I don't want to hear any of those right now."

He positioned himself to rest against the foot of the couch. You were kneeling beside him, wondering what he was doing. He then placed his hands on your hips and then hoisted you up.

You squealed as he placed you in his lap.

"Strong," you commented.

He smirked."I know."

You ran your hand through his hair. "Thank you." You mean down and kiss his forehead.

"You're not alone, Y/n. I'm here for you."

You shut your eyes, you could feel the emotions. You nodded and said, "I'm starting to feel that completeness that Dad was talking about."

Sebastian laughed softly. "You better."

tagging: @angel-cap, @vanillabullets

[harley-sunday]

Things We Lost in the Fire [01]

Prompt found on Pinterest: During a bank robbery you’re surprised when the criminals seem to recognize you and retreat in fear. Only after do you learn that your high school sweetheart now runs a global crime syndicate and has you placed on a “no harm” list. You decide to pay him a visit after all these years. 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader (F)

Warnings: Language.  

Word count: 4279

AN: This is as AU as AU’s get, so don’t say I didn’t warn you. But that prompt, oh that prompt was magnificent! This story basically wrote itself, during two very boring afternoons at work. I think it’s unlike anything I’ve done before, story-wise, so I hope you’ll like it. Please let me know what you think! Also, as this will only have about four parts and it’s not your usual reader insert  I’m thinking of doing a taglist, so leave a comment if you want to be included. Once you’re on the taglist I would appreciate a reblog or comment for any chapters that follow. ♥

Masterlist

“Well, fuck you too!” you sneer, flipping off whatever asshole cuts you off so bad you have to slam your brakes, the seat belt restraining you as you jolt forward. Jesus, can no one drive these days, or what? 

You want to give yourself a moment to recover from the near-hit but then some other asshole behind you honks a couple of times, urging you to get a move on. You flip him off for good measure too, cursing quietly because it’s not even seven in the morning and you’re already done for today. 

You’re still pretty pissed off when you pull into your designated parking spot at work, close to the entrance of Carver State Bank. You’ve worked here as a bank teller ever since you moved from Atlanta back to Savannah four years ago and well, it’s not your dream job but at least it pays the bills. You started out as a temp, not really interested in working at a bank, but you needed the money. Bad. And then when they offered you a permanent position after your three months were up, you figured, why not, and stayed. 

At Carver State you’re the only one of the tellers who works full time, the rest of them all middle-aged women who, at most, work three days a week. There’s five of them in total, and all of them are very kind. You have a soft spot for Bea though, the oldest of the bunch, because once she found out you were out here all by yourself, she decided you need some TLC. She checks up on you whenever you’re sick, brings leftover dinner to work for you to take home whenever she gets the chance, and she keeps hoping you’ll find a nice guy to settle down with. You even spent Christmas with Bea and her family last year. And honestly? You love it.  

Bea is also working today, but won’t be here yet because the bank doesn’t open until nine, and you only got in early to decorate Bert’s office, who turned fifty-nine this weekend and starts at eight every damn day. 

Rummaging through your purse you manage to find your keys just before you make it to the front door and once you open it, you hurry to the keypad to punch in your alarm code without really looking at the display. The lights that are supposed to come on automatically don't, and so you wonder if the alarm was already disabled by someone else but you can't check now unless you ask Bert to log on to the security system and that's not really an option at this moment. 

The sun’s already been up for about an hour, so there’s enough light from outside to help you find your way to the back anyway, and so you figure there’s no harm done. But then you hear a sound coming from Bert’s office you wish you would have paid more attention to whether or not the alarm was activated. Your heart’s in your throat in an instant and for a moment you wonder what to do, because maybe someone’s robbing the bank, but then you hear a quiet, “Gosh darn it,” coming from the office and you can’t help but let out sigh of relief.

“Hi, Bea,” you almost whisper so as not to scare her, but she still does, clutching her pearls when you open the door. Just the sight of her instantly lifts your mood. 

“Oh, sweetie, don’t you ever do that again!” She slaps you with the ‘Happy Birthday’ banner she was trying to pin to the wall and then laughs when you fake being hurt.

“Oh, Bea, I’m sorry,” you say, pouting a little for full effect, “but why are you here anyway? Didn’t we agree I’d handle the decorations?”

“Oh honey,” she says, handing you the banner and thumbtack she was holding, “I’m sure we did, but I really couldn’t remember, so I figured I might as well come in to either do it myself or to help you.” She grabs a bag of balloons from the desk and pulls one out, stretching it and bringing it up to her mouth, but not before she says, “You do the banner, hon, I’m better at blowing anyway.” 

The rest of your workday is pretty uneventful, except maybe for the second serving of cake Bert offers you after you’ve given him your best rendition of  ‘Happy Birthday To You’ with the fake British accent you mastered at University. Don’t ask. 

Bea’s in the middle of telling you how she excited she is her grandson Zachary starts Kindergarten next week and you are trying your very best to make it look like you’re paying attention when really you’re trying to figure out whether or not it would be weird to go get a cocktail after work. By yourself. On a Monday. Because goddammit, after the morning you’ve had, with that near-collision, you’d sure as hell deserve it.

You have just dutifully hummed to let Bea know you’re still listening, or pretending to anyway, when the automatic doors open and a young couple walks in. As most young couples do, they head straight to Bea and so you stand up, relieved to get a break from her monologue, because even though Bea is as sweet as they come, the woman sure loves to talk. You let Bea know you’re going to get a coffee just before she greets the clients and make your way out of the secured area to the small kitchen down the hall. 

You’re waiting for the machine to come to life, impatiently tapping your fingers on the counter top because it takes this thing at least a full minute to warm up, when you think you hear a noise coming from the front. It has you rooted in your place, your ears straining to hear anything else, but it stays quiet and so you wonder if you’ve imagined it. The machine’s finally up to temperature and you’re about to press the button for a cup of coffee when you hear Bea shouting something that sounds like, “Over my dead body!” 

You’re not sure if it’s instinct or those endless safety drills Bert puts all of you through every three months, but your body has reacted long before your mind does when you find yourself running to his office. You enter without knocking, slightly out of breath when you whisper, “You need to push the button, Bert,” before you run back out again.

You know you’re supposed to go hide somewhere, wait it out until the police comes after the call from the panic button goes through. Maybe even try to make it outside using the back exit, but you can’t leave Bea out there all by herself. What if something happens to her? What if something has already happened to her? You find yourself getting angrier the closer you get to the door, because goddammit, how dare they try to come here? How dare they fuck up your quiet Monday afternoon with their attempted robbery. 

Attempted yes, because if it is up to you they will not succeed. 

By the time you push the handle you are fuming and ready to give these fuckers a piece of your mind, but then you see three men standing on the other side of the secured area, all armed to their teeth with assault rifles and guns, and it keeps you rooted in your spot, your voice lost somewhere in your throat. A quick glance around the room tells you the young couple is nowhere to be seen and for a moment you’re thankful but then you can’t help but wonder if they had any part in this. Your eyes land on Bea then, who stands behind her desk, a defiant look in her eyes even though three men have their guns trained on her. All of them are quiet and for a moment you’re proud because it looks like Bea’s got the upper hand.

It’s then you spot the fourth, and what you hope is the last man out of the corner of your eye. He’s trying to pick the lock of the door that leads to the secured area you’re standing in right now, a groan escaping him when he spots you. He sounds annoyed as if you’re just a distraction he now has to deal with. He stands up quickly, drawing his gun and one by one the men turn to you as a sort of response to the sound guy four made. 

They are all wearing balaclavas as a disguise and so you can actually see their eyes go wide when they see you. For a moment you’re sure it’s because they weren’t expecting anyone else to be here, even though everyone knows there are always at least two tellers present in a bank at any given time, because security, but then it’s almost like they recognize you. 

One of them actually mutters a quiet, “Oh shit, it’s her.” 

As if on cue they lower their weapons and retreat, quickly leaving the scene of the crime without taking as much as a penny, leaving you and Bea stunned at what just happened.

“And you are sure that is what they said, ‘Oh shit, it’s her?’ and then they left?” the Detective asks you for what feels like the hundredth time. 

You nod, “Yes, I am sure.” 

You let out a frustrated groan because you’ve been questioned for over an hour now and honestly, it makes you feel like you’re the criminal. “I’m not sure I can give you any new information at this point. I’ve told you everything already,” adding what you hope is an exhausted sigh for good measure. “Can I go home, please?” you try and to your surprise the Detective tells you you can. 

He informs you that they’d like to do a follow-up interview tomorrow and lets you know that they’ll contact you when they have any leads or news regarding the case. “We would appreciate it if you stay in the area for at least a day or two, Miss,” he says while pocketing the tiny notebook he used during the interview, “or at least let me know if you are thinking about leaving Savannah.”

You nod, because it seems like a fair request, before the Detective dismisses you with a wave of his hand and a quiet, “Thank you.”

When you step out of Bert’s office you find him leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, “You ok?”

“Yeah,” you nod, because it sort of true. Sure, you’re still a little high on adrenaline, but other than that you feel fine. Maybe because the whole ordeal last only about twenty seconds or so. For you, anyway. “How’s Bea?”

“A little shaken up,” Bert admits, while walking you to the exit. “Her husband picked her up once they were done questioning her and she agreed to take the rest of the week off.” He turns to you, his voice unusually soft when he says, “I think you should too, kid.”

“What and sit at home, driving myself crazy thinking about this?” You shake your head, “No thanks, Bert, I’d rather just come in tomorrow.”

He sighs, knowing you’re too stubborn to take his advice, “At least start a little later then, ok? Eleven is fine.”

“Fine,” you huff, crossing your arms in front of your chest, not liking this special treatment. 

“Fine,” Bert mimics and gives you a wink. “See ya tomorrow.”

You glance at your alarm clock again, letting out a frustrated sigh when you see it’s already three-thirty in the morning and you’re still wide awake, the events of earlier today replaying in your mind every chance they get. You know you’ll probably won’t sleep any more anyway and so you grab your phone, pull up Google and type ‘2019 bank robberies’, surprised when you get over six million hits within less than a second. You know banks get robbed left, right, and center, but you never expected to see ‘Georgia’ pop up in so many results, stunned when you read the headlines:

Armed robbery in Macon, GA, leaves tellers tied up, but otherwise unharmed, in empty safe. Robbers walk away with half a million U.S. Dollars.

Macon, GA, robbery linked to Atlanta, GA robbery. 

“These guys are professionals,” local Sheriff admits among ongoing investigation. 

Pembroke, GA, next target of band of robbers. Two people injured after public tries to interfere.

Georgia robbers most likely part of a much larger crime syndicate operating nationwide. FBI now involved. 

“Jesus,” you mutter quietly, after finishing reading the last article, your eyes wide in shock. It’s not so much that, if it really is the same group that’s responsible for all these robberies, they have committed an awful lot of crimes already, it’s more that they never seem to hurt anyone. The only time people got hurt was when someone tried to run them off the road after the crime occurred. From the stories they seem almost polite, which is weird. 

Not for the first time you wonder why and how they seemed to recognize you and more importantly, why they left after that. Does it have something to do with their unwillingness to harm people? Biting your lip you go over everything again, from the moment the young couple came in until the robbers fled the scene, but still there is nothing that stands out. 

The sound of your phone ringing wakes you and you’re surprised to see it’s already eleven-thirty. Oh shit, you were supposed to be at work at eleven and so you’re sure it’s Bert calling when you answer with an, “I’m sorry, I overslept. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” 

“Uh,” the voice on the other end of the line is much deeper that Bert’s and you groan when you realize your mistake. “This is Detective Johansson, we spoke yesterday?”

“Yes, God, I’m sorry,” you sit up and cover yourself with your blanket even though he can’t see you, “how can I help you?”

“I just wanted to let you know we’ve gotten a hold of some of the security camera footage of the area, and I wonder if you could come in today to see if there’s anything or anyone you might recognize.”

“Uhm, yeah, sure.” You clear your throat, “When, uhm, when would you like me to be there?”

“One would be good,” detective Johansson says. “Just ask for me at the front desk.”

“Will do,” you say, but then you hear the call has already been disconnected and you look at your phone in disbelief. How rude. You shake your head and thumb through your contact list, pulling up Bert’s number to let him know you won’t be able to make it to work after all today, not surprised when he tells you he already asked Cathy to fill in for you for today and tomorrow. Just in case.

“Nothing?” Detective Johansson sounds a little shocked. He’s shown you footage of several security cameras, and one even captured the robbers in their getaway car, without their masks on, but the image is too grainy to see any facial features you might recognize. He must know this too but he makes it seem like it’s your fault. You decide right then and there that you really don’t like him. You’re sure he’s good at his job, but he’s got the social skills of a shark.  

He returns to the stills from the security camera footage inside the bank, once more lining them up as if you haven’t already studied every single detail. You have been here for almost two hours and Detective Johansson has been relentless in his questioning, making you go over everything again and again as if you haven’t already told him everything you know when he took your statement yesterday. 

“I’ve already seen these,” you offer quietly, “I doubt there’s anything else I can give you.” You let your eyes dart over the photos again and while you’re aware the Detective says something about looking harder, you hardly register it because all of a sudden your eye catches something on the left side of the bulletproof vests the guys are wearing and you hold your breath, because no, it can’t be.

You try to play it cool and hope you don’t give anything away when you let your eyes dart over the four photos again. On every single vest there is a patch with the letters JS on top over the number 82. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Fuck. At first you thought it was just the brand of the vests but now that you’ve actually seen what’s written there you know that it’s not. And you also know why they might have recognized you. 

Fuck.

Your mind is going a million miles an hour, trying to figure out what to do. The decision is made for your when Detective Johansson, rather unfriendly, tells you they’ll be in touch if they find any new leads, effectively dismissing you. 

You clear your throat and look up at the detective, “I’m sorry, I really wish I could help.”

He just nods and grabs the pictures, leaving the room without so much as waiting for you to follow him. 

“Asshole,” you mutter quietly, hoping none of the security cameras picked up on that.

You try to act cool as you leave the station but your heart’s racing and you tell yourself to slowly, slowly walk to your car so as to not draw any suspicion. Once you’re in your car you take your phone out of your purse, but then you realize you’re still in front of the police station and this might not be the best place to Facebook-stalk the person you think might have something to do with all of this, and so you start your car and head to Tybee Island, the twenty-minute drive doing nothing to calm your nerves.

Finishing the coffee you’ve ordered you think back to the past twenty-four hours, because that’s how long it’s been since your life got turned upside down. To the minute. You’ve checked.

Not for the first time it feels like you’ve ended up in a movie, but the fact that you had to stop for gas on your way over here was a perfect reminder that this is still very much real life. No matter how bizarre it seems. 

The waitress brings you the bill even though you didn’t ask for it and you’re about to tell her there’s a thing or two about customer service she still has to learn, but then you figure you might as well get back to it, because there are some questions you desperately need answers to. 

You try to recall the pictures the Detective showed you and even though you are certain that, even with the knowledge you have now, there’s no one on there you recognize or know from when you were younger, the JS 82 is a dead give-away. It has to be him. But why? 

You’ve tried everything but there’s nothing about him on Facebook or Google, even though you aren’t really surprised, because why would there be? You’re sure most criminals would rather avoid social media. Just to be certain you try Josh as well, but also, nothing. That’s not surprising, considering how bad of a state he was in when you last saw him. You wonder if he even is still alive.

You turn your phone over in your hand while you look out over the beach and wonder if you should just swing by his house. Well, his parents’ house. You doubt he still lives there, even though that would make one hell of a headline: ‘Armed robber found living in basement at parents house.’ You can’t help but laugh when you picture the scene of him being arrested, taken from his room in nothing but his boxers. 

You shake your head and make up your mind, knowing it will probably lead to nothing anyway, but you just have to know. Maybe he has nothing to do with this and it’s all one big coincidence, but you won’t know until you go there, won’t you?  

You’re not sure if actually going to see his mother is a good idea, because what if the police have put a tail on you? You grin then, because you are definitely not important enough to be tailed. Jesus, you’re just a bank teller. Get a life.

Plus, if it really is him, you reason, well, they haven’t been able to catch him until now, so what would your visit change? It seems like the police still don’t have a clue who’s behind all this. You’re assuring yourself it’ll be fine. 

Leaving the money needed to pay for your coffee and a little tip on the table, you get up before you grab your purse and head back to your car. 

The drive over to his parents’ house doesn’t take long, also because you still know how to get there without your navigation, and are you really surprised it still looks the same as it did sixteen years ago? No, of course not. 

You hesitate for a moment before you get out of the car, because if anything this is all just fucked up, but you know if you really start to think things through now you’ll never make it to the door. It takes you a few minutes to pull yourself together but then you’re finally on your way. 

Taking a deep breath you ring the bell and it isn’t long before you hear footsteps coming towards the door. You hear the handle being turned and for a moment you wonder if he’ll be on the other side, but then you you see his mother standing in front of you and suddenly there’s this lump in your throat that you try your best to swallow away. 

“Oh honey,” she says, her voice as sweet as you remember, her Romanian accent still there somewhere in the background, even after all these years. “He knew you’d stop by. Come on, get inside,” her voice drops then, “don’t want anyone to see you.” 

She wraps her arm around your shoulder and closes the door with her left foot, the way she always did and which often got her scolded at by her husband, claiming her shoes left a mark on the door he had to repaint every year. 

You let her lead you to the living room where she points to the couch, “Sit.” You obey, of course you do, and watch as she heads towards the kitchen to get you a drink no doubt, but then she seems to think better of it and walks to the bar cart instead, pouring two glasses of Scotch. She hands you one before she sits down next to you, “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” you say, but you notice the way your voice catches in your throat, making it sound like your asking a question. You want nothing more than to have her explain everything to you, but you don’t know how to start and so you just sit there, the sip of Scotch you took burning its way down your throat.

“I really can’t tell you much,” she offers after a while, because like always she knows exactly what you think, “but he wanted me to give you this.” She takes a folded envelope out of her bra, an apologetic smile, “Sorry, honey, had to keep it safe.” She laughs then, “At least it’s warmed up.” 

You can’t help but smile too and carefully take the envelope from her, putting it in the side pocket of your bag. That’s for later.

“He also wanted to give you this,” she continues while she takes something out of her purse. It’s a single key, no ring, no marker. She gives it to you, “Pawleys Island. I’m sure you remember the address?”

You nod, because yes, yes you do. You know this will lead you to the last beach house on Atlantic Avenue, where you spent many summer days with him. Happy memories start flooding your mind, but you push them back. For now at least. Maybe tonight you’ll let them in. 

His mother puts her free hand on your arm, interrupting your thoughts, and gives it a little squeeze, “I really wish I could tell you more, but he made me promise not to. Plausible deniability, I guess.”

You’re not sure if she’s talking about her or you. 

She smiles then, “He’s changed, I mean, that much is obvious, but,” she clears her throat, “the boy we both know and love is still in there somewhere. It’s not all bad. Just,” she squeezes again, “just hear him out, ok?” 

You nod, because you don’t trust yourself to speak, tears already threatening to spill from your eyes. Being here, talking to his mother, it takes you back and it reminds you of all the good times you had and you can’t help but wonder what happened. Well, you sort of know what did, but you wonder what got him there and if the dots you are slowly starting to connect are the right ones. 

You know what you’re doing is wrong and that you should probably just call Detective Johansson and tell him everything you’ve found out so far, but you just can’t. You want to hear the other side of this story first. 

You want to know why your high school sweetheart started robbing banks.

[softsebnbuckystan]

Sugar & Spice - 1.

Did I finally post a story on Tumblr? Looks like I did! This isn’t one of my best ones, but feel free to give advice on how to improve my writing skills!

Y/n’s pov

 Dear god, I feel dizzy. As I try helplessly to flutter my eyes open, flashes of last night come back to me. Yesterday was my 29th birthday. Good, I still remember the basics : I mustn’t be too hangover then. I was at a bar with my best friend, Scarlett. We downed a lot of shots and then…it’s blank. I don’t even know how I managed to get back to my own bed. I turn around under the sheets and take a deep breath in, keeping my eyes closed to shield them from the burning light that’s coming in from the window. Wait : what’s that smell ? I scrunch my nose and try to identify it. It’s… Why do I smell a man’s perfume ?

 My eyes open themselves on the spot. Shit, who’s in my bed ? Wait a goddamn second. I sit up and look around me. This…this isn’t my bedroom. I stare blindly at the wall in front of me, trying to recall all the friends I was with last night. Okay. They were mostly friends from work. We had a big day on set yesterday and my birthday was the perfect opportunity to chill out a bit. Let’s make a list. Chris was there, but this isn’t his room : thank god. That would’ve been really weird. Anthony was there and I’m sure he would’ve just brought me to my room, not his. This isn’t Scarlett’s room either and I know her perfume well enough to be positive this isn’t her. That leaves… No. I won’t look next to me. I pinch myself, hoping to wake up from a drunken nightmare. I open my eyes once again and find myself staring at the same wall. I wrap my arms around my legs and rest my forehead on my knees. Please don’t be him. I sigh and turn my eyes to the man laying beside me.

 His lips are slightly parted and his hair is all messy. My faint memories allow me to remember they were still well brushed and tied up last night. Now they look…now they look like someone rushed their hands all over them. The sheets are only covering up the lower part of his body, his torso in full display, in all its glory. I gotta say… He’s hot. Stop it, y/n, get it together. You can’t think about him like that.

 Screw it. If I wait any longer, he’ll open his eyes and they’re too blue for me to resist. As I get up, I notice I’m only wearing my underwear and an overlarge T-shirt. Shit. I hope nothing happened. What if we… Never mind. I’ll leave and then it’ll be just like it never happened. I get up from the bed as quietly as I can and go the the corner of the room. My shoes are there but I can’t find my dress anywhere. Thank god I still have a long jacket : if people were to see me wearing one of his shirts… No. I won’t handle the rumours. I have to leave. As I open the bedroom door, I hear the bed sheets shift behind me. I almost run to the front door of his room and here I am, alone in front of one of Cleveland’s hotels. Thankfully, I still find my landmarks despite my hangover and I walk quickly to the nearest avenue, making sure my jacket is tightly wrapped around me. I yell after a cab and I get one almost instantly.

 “Where to, Ma’am ?” The driver asks. He seems distracted by the traffic and I thank heavens he didn’t recognise me. I give him the address to my hotel and tip him generously when I get off. Once I’m in the elevator, what just happened starts sinking in. Did I just do what I promised I’d never do ? I told him nothing could happen between us. Yes, we played on-screen lovers when we were younger, it’s true. But now we’ve just finished filming The Winter Soldier and we probably won’t hang out much since my character died. I’m not ready for anything and he knows it would only be a bad idea for both of us. I’m sure he knows this. When I finally get to the room I share with Scarlett, I rifle through my bag, looking for my electronic key. Well, shit. I hope she’s not sleeping… I knock on the door.

 I have to knock a few times before Scarlett opens the door, wrapped up in a bathrobe, her hair tied up in a towel. How can she look so fresh after the night we spent ?

 “Wow,” she says. “What the hell happened to you ?”

 “What are you talking about, I’m not that…”

 I storm in the bedroom and go straight for the nearest mirror. I completely freeze : my hair’s messed up, my mascara has stained my cheeks. Sweat has actually stuck some hair streaks to my forehead and I hope the sweat doesn’t come from any physical activity. What if someone saw me like this ? What if someone took a picture ? Oh god…

 “Where the hell did you spend the night ?” Scarlett asks.

 I can see her looking at me through the mirror. She doesn’t look judgemental at all, just worried. I lay my hands on the cupboard in front of me and start crying. What have I done ?

 “What’s going on sweetie ?”

 She pats my shoulder as she walks my sobbing ass to the couch. I sob a few seconds more before I sniff in the less elegant way ever. I look up at her and I can tell by the look in her eyes that I must really look terrible.

 “I- I think I slept with Sebastian.”

 Saying it out loud is enough to make me break down in her arms. She rubs my back and plays with my hair until I’m calmed down. How the hell am I gonna be able to look at him now ?

 “You think ? Aren’t you sure you guys slept together ?”

 “I don’t remember anything. All I know is I woke up in one of his T-shirts. What am I gonna do ?”

“Give me your phone. We’ll see if he tried to call you.”

 “Maybe he doesn’t remember anything either ?” I suggest as I go through my handbag. “I mean…”

 “He was completely sober, honey.”

 “My phone.”

 “Yes, I’ll look if you don’t want to do it.”

 “Scarlett, the problem is neither of us can look.”

 “What ?”

 “I lost it.”