#maybe hes allowed to be shorter than usual. YEAH CAUSE idk usually these two are actually pretty normal but this kaito's just. gremlin ig

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

l♡vely p♡is♡n

bonus

[houses-of-lamentation]

Can I request hcs about the brothers' reaction to MC that has a beautiful voice when singing?

Singing!

In Which . . . You happen to be an amazing singer!

A/N: wish i could sing, rip, but leGGO! lucifer’s is shorter for some reason?? idk im dUmb but it is still gOod i think

Lucifer

He was coming to your room to ask for an opinion on something

But then he swore he could hear singing?

For a moment, he thought you were listening to music.

The singing sounded so professional and just,,,beautiful— What else was he supposed to think?

Quickly realizes, however, that it is indeed your voice!

Probably takes a moment just to listen before knocking, causing you to go quiet

Doesn’t immediately mention that he heard you though. Just acts normal and asks what he originally wanted.

Before he leaves though? He’s all “A voice as . . . angelic as yours should sing more often.”

And he’s got this smirk before he leaves, leaving you stunned as hell

You better sing for him again, he might like it even better than his borrowed TSL record—

Mammon

You left your door open, which is honestly your first mistake. That just means the brothers can barge in whenever they want!

But it was only open a LITTLE so it should be fine, right?

WRONG

You were in your room, just doing some of your homework, and you were quietly singing to yourself.

But Mammon has no boundaries and was two seconds away from bursting into your room when he froze

Were you,,,singing???

He tries to look through the crack in your door just to make sure and there you are! Singing! Like that!

You just gonn make this boy melt like that, huh?

Unfortunately, he doesn’t stay very hidden for long before he puts too much weight against the door and tumbles into your room

You both just stare at each other for a moment until he blurts out that he wasn’t eavesdropping on you!

And he definitely doesn’t think your singing is the best he’s ever heard! Nuh uh, no way! NO! Humans can’t sing—

He is not blushing! HE IS NOT BLUSHING!

Does quietly mutter that you should sing more often if you want, before he scrambles out of your room in a flustered huff

Why did he even come to your room—

Leviathan

Aside from you and Levi, the house was empty for once. Surprisingly.

With Levi, of course, shut in his room, you were down in the kitchen trying to make something for yourself to eat.

And honestly, you pretty much had the house to yourself so you were going to let loose a little.

Yeah, you did start singing to yourself a little. It didn’t seem like much of a problem!

Except

Levi had left his room to get something to drink for his upcoming gaming binge.

And he heard you. Singing???

Stood just outside for at least several moments just trying to process his thoughts.

You?? Sounded?? So?? Good??

He had somewhat of a crisis for a moment because GOSH, you sound like you could be a famous singer if you wanted??

And he started panicking because he can’t like your singing! That would be such a betrayal to Sucre Frenzy, wouldn’t it?

But you sang so good! Maybe he’s allowed to like your singing better?

You catch him and he looks like a deer in headlights.

Maybe you’re flustered but he practically sprints back to his room without another word so maybe he’s more flustered?

Eventually will whine to you, without thinking, one day because he hasn’t heard you sing for awhile—

NOT THAT HE’S MISSED HEARING IT— OH NO WHAT HAS HE DONE—

Satan

You were both in his room at the time. It was just a nice little afternoon thing, ya know?

He was sat in his armchair, just reading a book and you were laying on his bed, doing the same

Just a quiet little afternoon!

Maybe you got bored, or just distracted! Maybe you were multitasking, but you just started to quietly hum underneath your breath.

It was quiet, you didn’t think Satan would actually hear you.

And honesty, he didn’t at first. He was really invested in his book, but he soon notices the very melodic humming.

When you eventually stop, he immediately speaks up.

“What did you stop for?”

He was listening?!?! You watched him sit there and flip pages for several minutes!

As if noticing your confusion, he’s quick to inform you that he can easily do both.

“I can read and listen to your singing at the same time. Please. Give me some credit—”

He won’t outright say it, but he clearly wants you to continue and as soon as you do, he gets this little smile as he turns back to his book

He’s soft, what did ya expect?

Asmodeus

You were showering in Asmo’s room, which again, your very first mistake.

His bathroom was clearly superior and you were already in his room at the time, so it made sense.

He did try to convince you to let him shower with you, this is Asmo—

Did shove several skin care products into your arms though when you declined! At the very least, you can indulge in some self care, alright!

He promises not to peek and, okay, at first he doesn’t. But then, he’s very sure he can hear some ANGELIC singing coming from the shower.

Eventually pokes his head into the bathroom and yep, it’s YOU singing.

As if Asmo didn’t absolutely adore you before, you’ve somehow managed to win him over even MORE.

Probably has a whole battle over whether or not to interrupt you and squeal about how good you sound, or to wait!

Fortunately, he waits. Just swoons over your singing until you get out, honestly.

When you get out, he’s immediately gushing about how good you sounded and how he can’t believe you kept your voice a secret!

You could have been seranading him this whole time and you chose not to? Rudest thing that’s ever happened to him—

Asmo can sing, as we all know, so he immediately wants to sing with you whenever you give him a chance.

He probably can’t stop freaking out, gotta be honest. It’s just one of his new favorite things about you, honestly.

Beelzebub

You were in the kitchen one day, probably on cooking duty or just attempting to cook something for once, either way!

You thought you were alone and you were, at first—

So yeah, you started to sing and hum a little. You were kinda bored and it made sense, ya know?

Beel eventually came into the kitchen to raid the fridge, as he usually does. You were too busy to even realize it.

He catches you singing and for a moment he’s confused? He’s never heard you sing before but you sound good, so why don’t you sing more?

Probably gets his food, and stands there for a moment, just listening to your voice

“You should sing more often.”

He says this suddenly, and he’s kind of in the middle of eating so it’s a little muffled, but it gives you a whole HEART ATTACK

Why didn’t he tell you he was there?!?!

Now you’re flustered and coming down from heart palpitations, all while Beel is just standing there completely oblivious.

After some silence, he’s probably gonna ask what you’re making as if none of that just happened—

But he does really enjoy your voice and he was right, you should sing more often!

Belphegor

You were just sitting on the couch alongside Belphie, whose head was in your lap

He’d fallen asleep awhile ago, so you were pretty much just by yourself

You were scrolling on your D.D.D for the time being, all while listening to some music too

So yeah, you did start humming along to the song you were listening to

You didn’t think Belphie would wake up!

The song ends and he’s just like “Why are you singing?”

Rudest thing ever.

But it’s not your fault! You thought he was asleep!

You’re probably flustered and he’s so unbothered and just like “I didn’t say you were bad.”

Oh wait, he’s blushing? Look what you did!

Sing him to sleep, please.

He’s going to nonchalantly ask you to do it out of the blue anyway, just to get a reaction out of you. So you might as well!

He doesn’t need the help to sleep, but he does enjoy your voice being the last thing he hears before he falls asleep.

[aloera]

The ask prompt is too long to fit into an ask TT_TT but here's the doc for it docs(.)google(.)com/document/d/1yDI7iFRhOJ8ENv_IwZAo3rDSUqj80EiJROS10RzRbj4/edit

the lengths u are going for this,,, much appreciated you're very sweet!!!

prompts + answers under the cut!!

INTRODUCTION

Name: aloera

AO3 account: aloera

Fandoms you write for: bnha

How many stories have you written so far: 19

FANFICTION PROFILE

What's your favorite fandom to write for? hmm,,, used to do pjo and eah (ever after high) and eah was fun as fuck i will say!!! i think bnha is my fav mostly bc i made the most friends in this fandom :D

What's your favorite character/person to write for? bkg and kirishima!! cannot choose do not make me <3

Fic you'd want to improve? probably what we deserve? i rushed the beginning and the confession is a bit stilted imo

Hardest fic you've written? between lion and men -_- bc there is so much canon compliant stuff i've gotta write out before i get to the divergence and its HARD

Easiest fic you've written? come home to me!!! it happened so easily,,, no second guessing no writers block just vibes <33 was lovely i miss it

What would you say is the most "famous" fic you've ever written? also probably come home to me? its got the most interaction

first line of the first fic you've ever written and published. [not including my 2014 ffnet fics] "The bell rings, class starts, and Katsuki and Midoriya are inexplicably absent." from come home to me

Have you ever done a collab with another writer? yes!!!!! on two separate occasions and its so fucking fun i highly recommend trying it out its the best

Do you beta? if asked but honestly im a shit beta lmao

Do you like joining fic fests/exchanges? depends on what i have going on irl but in general yeah!!

FANFICTION PREFERENCES

Fluff or angst? definitely fluff

"OCs" or "Reader" inserts? reader inserts!! have been going ham on them recently

Blurbs or drabbles? blurbs!!

One thing you love about fanfiction i just. i really love slice of life romance?? and most media doesn't give you that bc its dedicated to plot and action and that's valid!! but fanfiction fills in the gap which is really nice

One thing you don't like about fanfiction most of the stuff i don't like is less about actual fanfiction and more about how people behave about it

What is/are your favorite fandom author/authors? IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! TURN IT UP!!!

bnha: hiuythn, rae_tnub, Moniix, Ata_Lanta, wrunic, chezka, PurplePersnickety, surveycorpsejean, mahadevi, arxaris, deviance, Oceanbreeze7, MikeWritesThings, bonnia, wonhaebunny, dinosuns

voltron: hiuythn, Oceanbreeze7, DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee, arahir, dinosuns,

and honorable mention to loveclouds im not even in the haikyuu fandom i just love their fics So Much

these are just the ones off the top of my head i have so many favourites idc if i'm only supposed 2 have one!! die mad about it!!!

What is your favorite trope? secret relationship + relationship reveal til the day i die babie <3 <3

Least favorite trope? hm,,, probably just like. angst lmao i cannot stand 90% of it

A fanfiction cliché that you can't help but love? coffeeshop aus,,,, so good

Do you have a type when it comes to pairings? the otp where its like. piece of shit + himbo = love. ex. krbk, catradora, jade/beck

Favorite setting/au? hm,,, truly i cannot pick one KGKSJNHKj but i really like college aus!! and modern aus!! and roommate aus!!

Explain the meaning of your favorite line of dialogue you've written as if someone hasn't read it in context. “He doesn’t know,” Katsuki says, softly. “My timer stopped and nothing happened. He’s not mine.”

the line is from what we deserve!! it's a soulmate au where your timer counts down to the moment that you meet your soulmate!! bakugou's timer ends at USJ when he and kirishima attack kurogiri at the same time (impulsive kings <33) but kirishima's timer doesn't end until kamino because that's when he accepts himself as bakugous soulmate!! unfortunately, when bakugous timer has reached 0, he turned to see that kirishima's was still ticking and therefore believes that kirishima isn't his soulmate.

this line just,, idk. it's really sad. bakugou is such an action-driven character? if something doesn't go his way he Makes it go his way. he's got this insanely volatile quirk and he's got impeccable control of it!! but his love for kirishima isn't something that he can change and he's not going to ruin kirishima's chance of finding his own soulmate because he loves him and wants him to be happy. i really wanted to focus on how resigned he is? and how unusual that is for a character like him.

Favorite trope/genre to write? again, secret relationship with relationship reveals <33 fluff in general is my wheelhouse!!!

A trope/genre you haven't written but think would be a fun challenge? idk if this counts?? have been working on some dead dove concepts!! its super different from what i normally write so its a cool challenge

The one trope/concept you'll never touch and why probably cheating/infidelity?? it just looks,,, super difficult to write well and i don't have enough of an interest in it to try it out

Which do you prefer to write: longer or shorter fics? shorter!! low attention span gang <3

Ideal length to read? 5-10k?

Ideal length to write? 4-8k!!

How long was the longest fic you've ever written? control fraek is around 28k i think?

Have you ever written an AU? yeah!! i've done restaurant au's, soulmate au's, pro hero aus, and fantasy aus (general, not the bnha fantasy ending)

What's your favorite AU trope? hm,, probably when two people in authority are in a secret relationship? ceo's/uni professors/etc etc

Have you ever written smut? yeah!! was. difficult tho

What's your comfort genre? (the one you fall on most in writing/reading) fluff,,, hurt/comfort,,, fix-it fics with happy endings <3

If you were to start writing in other fandoms, which would they be? maybe jjk?? the characters are really cool!!!! fr i might go back to my ever after high roots i love the characters and setting so Much its so fun!!! idec if no ones into it anymore!!!!!

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? i've had people say they saw the mention of buff hagakure and recognized it was me so. probably that skdjhnksjd

WRITING STYLE

How would you describe your style? i tend to use shorter sentences and pretty simple words i think? and i gravitate towards lighthearted concepts that allow for ensemble casts and humour!!

Describe your style in three words romcom but fanfic

Favorite words to use when writing? the word reverent!! fuckin love including it!!

Dialogue tags or no dialogue tags? (she said, he said, they said, etc) dialogue tags!!!

Favorite dialogue tag (other than said, if you use them) again idk if this counts but "they said softly" is unmatched

Long sentences vs short vs a mix short <33

What colors would you use to describe your writing? hm,,, depends on the fic i would say?? control fraek is dark green to me?? kinda like a forest at night yk?? scary but there's still life there. sugar cookies is yellow like early morning sunlight, when it rains is yellowy-orange like a caution sign. not gonna list all of them cause theres a lot its just. do u get it? the colours change based on the vibe of the fic.

What song or music genre would you use to describe your writing? think. i am constantly trying to emulate that moment at the end of wasteland baby when hozier goes "im in love/im in love with you."

What kind of metaphors do you rely on? religious metaphors my beloved <33 they're just so pretty!!! i also love comparing stuff to water for some reason?? like that ocean vuong quote thats like "what are you now?/water." it goes hard!!!

What's something you'd say is experimental in your writing at this time? definitely action!! i have,,, no idea how to write it so anything i do is really just me playing around and seeing what works and what doesn't

Do you prefer to write by hand or to type? i've tried both!! personally i prefer typing because it goes way faster but i will say that writing by hand lets me get words down when i'm going through writer's block

What is your preferred place to write (notebook, laptop, cellphone, etc.)? laptop!!

What app/apps do you use to write (word, notepad, etc.)? google docs skjdnkjh its fine on desktop but mobile is,,,,, disgusting

Do you keep a notebook or file/notes page in your phone/device for notes on your writing? ngl i just have everything organized in my drive?? one folder per fandom and then sub folders for ideas+hcs, unfinished wips, and finished fics. multichaps get sub sub folders so i can organize outlines and drafts

Do you listen to music to help you write? yeah!! playlists organized by fic vibe :D

Where do you usually go to write (bedroom, living room, etc.)? mostly in my bedroom??? but moving around to different stops helps too i think!!

How long does it usually take for you to write? again this depends on what i have going on irl, how attached i am to the idea, my mindset at the time, etc!! i am,, the least consistent person skjnhdkjh.

What's your favorite font to use when writing? times new roman my beloved

Other writing habits? sometimes i'll write in the dark?? bad for my eyes but for some reason it gets the words flowing

CONCEPTUALIZATION

How do you conceptualize your ideas? (See specific moments like they're a movie, writing specific lines in your head, don't know until you put the words on paper, etc.) i tend to get inspiration from movies, books, poems, or other fics!!! sometimes one line just makes me go oh,, i want to write something like that,,, and then it helps me create an idea that makes me feel the same way?? i did this with control fraek!!!! i wanted a scenario where bakugou was cold and calculating and i was like hm. to do that he’d have to be focusing on something important. and from there i was able to flesh out the rest of the idea.

Which comes first: the pairing or the plot? with krbk its always always the pairing,, i'll be sitting there like wow <33 i love them <33 what if one of them had amnesia <33 (which, yes, wip!!) otherwise it's usually the plot!! and i slot in characters that i feel make sense

Have you ever used a prompt? yeah!! used a prompt for wlw week 2020 and it was fun as hell

Do you write around the story around a specific scene you want to get to or do you start from a plot idea definitely the first!!!! i almost always write like,,, a super messy scene thats 90% dialogue, keep it in my head, and then write the entire fic around that one moment

Do you find that you include a projection of some part of yourself in the way you write a character? a lot of the time when i write love confessions or love in general i'll have one of the characters think or say that the other person makes their head quiet? and it's because that's what i feel whenever i'm in love?? a quiet mind. i project on characters yeah but i think most of the projection actually goes to the way that i write love

Do you research some of the things you write deeply, partially and kind of wing the rest, or play entirely by ear (in this case, go with whatever base knowledge of the subject you have)? most of the time if i do research it'll be about the setting (ex. the izakaya in to have and to hold) or if i'm having the characters interact with an object that they like. need to know how to use (me, in control fraek: google. hey google. does someone die if they get shot in the foot??? no???? awesome thank u <3)

Have you ever had an idea for a story and forgot about it? lmaoo yeah all the time i'll find like 500-2k words of concepts in my gdocs like i do. not remember this at all

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? probably krbk secret relationship lmao

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out better than expected? yeah!! i fully thought the action in control fraek would be awful but it turned out not bad??? which im happy with

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out worse than you expected? again, what we deserve, i personally think it would have worked out better if i'd paced it slower and drawn out the pining but i. do not feel like going back to fix it so its staying the way that it is. pining is so fucking hard to do AHHHH i get so tired with it!!! im like just date already!!!!

PROCESS

How do you come up with titles? in rare occasions (literally. all my multichaps for some reason) the title comes after writing like .5 words of the first chapter im like YES this is it!!!!! sometimes i write the whole thing and pick out one line that fits (what i did with come home to me) a lot of the time i just. steal from songs or poems that i like

What's your favorite emotion to cause on your readers? i like making people happy!!!! love when people comment saying they're cheered up

What's your favorite emotion to write? lovelovelovelovelovelove

Have you ever cried or felt any emotion while reading something you've written? never cried?? but sometimes i'll rereading my hurt/comfort fics 4. yk. comfort

Do you write in order or whatever comes to you? in order!! unless i have a scene that i Need to write and i'll quickly jot it down so that i don't forget

Usual way you procrastinate while writing? ...doing asks like this, making playlists, discord, watching netflix. what don't i do smh

Do you outline or free write? i am. so shit at outlines. i mostly free write and write lil notes for stuff that i wanna add later

Do you set word goals or scene goals (scenes you want to include)? yes!! like i said i'll write loose notes for scenes that i want to add later!! it gives me something to write towards :D

What do you consider when writing your scenes? what goes into making the atmosphere and mood you want? to set a scene i do two things? the first is like,, the five senses bc that always sets the scene really well and makes it feel Real. i'll visualize stuff in my head like its a movie and write out what i would want to tell the set designer?? if the lights are low, if the space is busy, if it's supposed to exude comfort or not.

for putting forward the character's mood one thing i've found that makes a difference is sentence length!! long sentences are good for making a character seem flustered and nervous or not really in control of their emotions? good for love confessions. short sentences are good for when the character is focused on something or short on time. good for fights!!

What's something you never considered to include in your writing that you can't leave out now? def buff hagakure,,,, once i thought of it i was like. if i don't include this at least once in every single fic how could i look at myself in the mirror!!!!!! how could i face anyone!!!!

How do you start a story? establishing a fact about the character or describing the setting! option a is one single thread of gold, option b is between lion and men

How do you end a story? either by tying it back to the beginning or doing like a funny kind of closing??? option a is sugar cookies, option b is a godless society

How do you get out of writer's block? change something!! move something!! i go from typing to handwriting, moving from my bedroom to my living room, switching wips to work on something else!! i do sprints as well?? give myself like fifteen minutes to write something and sometimes 200 words opens up the way for another 2k. sometimes i'll just delete like 500 words and start fresh

Do you edit? or do you toss your writing out there? i edit!!! i'll go over it myself then send it to one or two betas (bee my beloved <33)

How do you edit? do you use spellcheck, grammar checkers, etc? bee is my grammar checker bc he is So Good with grammar. i use grammarly as well for spellcheck stuff mostly?? sometimes my edit process is just like "am i tired of looking at this!! yes <3" and then i post it

PROGRESS

Do you usually like what you write? yeah!!! i post stuff that makes me happy and that i'm fine with rereading!!! i write stuff for self-indulgence reasons first and foremost and i think my writing reflects that sjhnksj

Have you ever written something you didn't like but posted anyways? nope!! even what we deserve i LIKED even if i see a lot of room 4 improvement!! if i don't like smth it's not getting posted

Do you find yourself rereading your writing often? yeah!! the reason i wrote so much krbk secret relationship is because i loved it but i'd read all that there was so i just,, wrote more,, ngl its kinda nice being in a place where i actually like my writing bc i can write stuff that i want to see and really enjoy it!!

Can you tell us anything about your current WIP? sure!! i'm currently working on when it rains which is a fic where bakugou gets hit by a crying quirk!! i'm gonna be using it to explore So Much of all might's character and his relationships with bakugou and aizawa (and i think some people from his past!!)

Can you give us a sneak peek on your current WIP? “You did something. What the hell did you do?” Kirishima sounds pissed off. It would amuse Katsuki if he wasn’t fighting just to stay standing.

“Nothing he didn’t ask for,” Shinsou replies.

“K’ri… shima,” Katsuki croaks out. “‘S fine. Not him.”

His chest collapses back into the familiar dry heaving after that but Kirishima shuts up. He doesn’t apologize to Shinsou.

Kirishima’s a good friend, stubborn and loyal. He stands by Katsuki’s side like an attack dog, blocking him from the view of anyone ogling at his tears.

The last line you've written Ochako knows more than she'd realized. She knows enough to keep her guard up.

It’s not enough.

Open a wip. what’s the first line?

Katsuki wakes up feeling like absolute fucking shit.

INSIGHT

What's your favorite thing about writing? touched on this before but it's mainly just being able to write the things that i want to see and actually enjoy them!!! actually reread them!!!! i thought "wouldn't it be cool if bkg and kirishima owned a restaurant together" and then i wrote it and i like it enough to reread it!!!! being able to create content for myself makes me. so happy

How do you keep yourself inspired? this is gonna sound narcissistic maybe but honestly i'm just really excited about my ideas and where i'm gonna take them and the idea of "i'm gonna get to That scene" keeps me going through the entire thing. also my friends!!!! i'll talk to them about fics and their reactions keep me hyped up enough to finish!!!!

What is your favorite thing to write? just,, slice of life romance,,, stuff thats silly and makes people laugh!!

What do you think your strengths are in writing? i'm good with dialogue!! i do lil voice acting sessions with myself to make sure everything sounds natural and like it's coming from that character skhjnskj

i'm comfortable with my portrayal of love as well??? i spend a lot of time thinking about what it is exactly that i'm trying to get across and i think it turns out well!!

What are things you wish you could practice more? on one hand i wanna get better at writing angst on the other hand i dislike writing angst. do you see my issue

One way you've improved your writing since you began? characterization!! i think i've gotten better at writing characters that are all Different and bring different things to the table!!! i used to project a lot more and it would compromise the characterization because the character was like 70% me and 30% them? not to say that projection is bad but if you do it too much it just,, doesn't read like the character and from a reader's standpoint the narrative can become less compelling

One aspect of writing you're still working on? writing action!!! i. literally hate writing it but i write for a fandom about superheroes so. Unfortunately i gotta learn.

A piece of writing advice you've learned while writing saw this on another tumblr post but they said sometimes if you're struggling with a scene, the problem is five lines back. i've found that to be true!!!! sometimes u gotta delete a chunk and start a little ways back!! i did this with too busy being yours because i was stuck for Weeks and i deleted like 25% of what i had but it helped me actually finish it :D

A bit of writing advice you can't stand when people shit on show don't tell for being overrated lmao bc when u read their writing you can Tell

Something you wish you knew when you first started writing? ,,,,honestly i kind of wish i could know some of the stuff that i used to when i first started writing?? technically i'm better now but creatively i was must better when i wasn't stressing about whether anyone would like what i was writing. so i guess i wish i knew that i should keep that confidence? i kinda wish that i wasn't as insecure about other people's writing styles because i never used to be!!

Something you've learned in life that you apply in writing there's no point in feeling inferior?? writing one genre isn't better than the other. being in one fandom isn't better than being in another. the kind of language you use or the length of your paragraphs- none of that stuff like. matters. what matters is that you're having fun and happy with what you're creating!!!! enjoy other peoples writing but don't let it make you feel worse about yours :D

[danyka-fendyr]

5 Times Dick Grayson Tried To Ask You Out and the 1 Time He Didn’t Have To

Well, everyone, I’m sick, I’m incredibly tired, and this is way shorter than it should be, but you know what? My darling @lexxierave requested this and I am going to get it done tonight even if it kills me, which!!!! It well might. But it will all be worth it, for my muse.

Description: Dick Grayson keeps trying to ask you out and keeps meeting with varying degrees of failure. What will happen when external forces get involved though?

Warnings: None. Fluff all the way.

Wordcount: idk man I’m going to be running a fever imminently do you think I can even read the words blurring on my screen I’m about to start typing with my eyes closed (no seriously I just looked away from my computer screen for a second and my head started spinning and everything went sort of blurry and there was this fuzzy imprint of the glow messing around behind my eyes it was wILD)

The first time Dick Grayson tries to ask you out, it does not go well. This shouldn’t be a surprise, as that’s how these things usually go, but Dick fancies himself an exception to the rules. He is smooth, suave, whelmed, traut! These sorts of things just don’t happen to him. But apparently, they do now.

It started out fine. He complimented your outfit first. That always went over well. Smiled at you very smoothly, because yes he was nervous, but he was also trained to lie by the world’s greatest detective. And then, just as he was asking what your plans for the weekend were, there was an interruption. A small, dark-haired, very angry interruption.

“Grayson!”

Oh no. That...could not be good.

“Grayson! I need your help at once!”

“What is it, Damian?” Dick was doing his best to be compassionate towards the kid and to be a good big brother but now was really not the time.

“We must leave at once. I have just been informed that there is an animal shelter downtown with a surplus of kittens that need adopting.” Damian’s hands were planted firmly on his hips, trying to make his slight stature take up more space.

“Dames, do you think it could maybe wait, I’m-”

“We must leave at once Grayson! These kittens are in a crisis. There is no waiting!”

“Okay, here we go,” Dick mumbled under his breath, looking up to offer you an apologetic smile. “Hey, I have to go save some kittens. Could we maybe finish this later?”

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Sure. Good luck with the kittens.”

“Thanks. I think I’m going to need it.”

Dick was a little upset, but it was no problem. It was only the first time. Things would go great next time.

Things did not go great the next time.

Dick tried. He really tried. He figured casual was still the way to go, since more flashy methods were likely to backfire on him, and he didn’t want to risk that what with the complications of last time. You were both standing in the manor kitchen talking when he broached the subject.

“So Y/N, there’s another one of my Dad’s endless galas coming up, and I was wondering if-”

“Oh, I am going!” You cut him off. “Damian asked me if he could ‘escort’ me. Isn’t that adorable? We were talking about pets and I said I’m a dog person and a cat person because they’re both great and deserve love and he said I was, ‘quite adequate’. He’s such a sweet little guy.”

“Yeah. Sweet.” Dick might have to have a serious talk with Damian.

Third time’s the charm. That’s what everyone said right? There was no way this could go wrong. Not this time.

This time, Dick went elaborate. Because, well...because he could. At this point, he had nothing to lose. The plan was pretty clear cut. He would use the spare key to your house you had given him, sneak in in the early morning, make you breakfast, and then express his sentiments that he would like to make you breakfast again under very different circumstances. 

What could go wrong?

“Grayson, are those pancakes?”

How. How was he even here? This was more than improbably. This should be impossible. There was no way this was happening to him. Not again.

“Damian, why are you here?” Dick turned his back to your stovetop where he was indeed making pancakes so that he could better see Damian in your doorway.

“Sometimes I come over to Y/L/N’s to do sunrise yoga with her. You should try it sometime Grayson. It really aligns the body and soul. I find it helps me keep my temper in check.”

If it helped keep your temper in check, Dick might need to try it.

Well, if nothing else could be said for this attempt, at least you had liked the pancakes.

This time, Dick was going to write to you. If he wrote out his request, there was no way it could be interrupted. Nothing Damian could do could possibly intercept this heartfelt, beautiful email. It was no love letter, but it was less likely to be intercepted than the actual snail mail alternative. Dick was 3 seconds away from hitting send-3 seconds-when the power cut out, causing his computer to crash and all the lights in the building to go off. When the backup generator kicked in a few moments later, the email it had taken him hours to write was gone, erased completely.

That was it. What had even happened? Before he could ask further though, the obvious answer appeared in the form of Damian in his doorway, hair sticking up in every direction.

“Apologies for any inconvenience Grayson. Drake and I were having a brief altercation and the powerbox may have become involved. I assure you it will not happen again in the future. Next time I will be certain not to miss.”

He was moving back to Bludhaven.

Okay, well, if the third time wasn’t the charm, maybe the fifth time was. Or maybe it was just really, extremely cursed. Maybe he was just really, extremely cursed. Any way you sliced it, Dick Grayson wasn’t a quitter. He would keep trying until he had you.

This time, there was no mistaking it. The rose petals leading upstairs to where he waited for you were a clear sign of romance. The second you got to the manor and saw them, following them upstairs, he would have you. All he had to do was wait.

But...he waited. And then he waited some more. For hours he waited, not moving from his spot, because he had invited you here. You should be up here, by all logic and reason. Maybe traffic had just gotten really bad?

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He headed downstairs to go see what exactly was happening, only to find the house was empty except for Damian reading on the couch.

“Damian, did Y/N come by earlier?”

“Yes. She was looking for you but said she could come back later.” Damian flipped a page in his book.

“But...didn’t she see the rose petals?”

“Oh, those were for her? Unfortunately, Batcow has a strange liking for rose petals and ate them while I wasn’t looking. How unfortunate.”

Okay, that was it.

Dick sat down on the couch at Damian’s feet, stealing the book out of his hands. “Listen, Dames. I know that chances are, you’re not doing this to give me grief. You’re a good kid. But I have been trying to ask Y/N out for months, and every time so far. every. single. time. You have somehow interrupted. So could you please just...try to keep the chaos to a minimum. Please? For me?”

Damian stared at him curiously before a realization seemed to set in. “Oh, is that what that was? A mating ritual? I assumed you were attempting to explain to her that you could no longer be friends, which I could not allow because Y/L/N is a very valuable asset.” Translation? Damian thought you were enjoyable to be around. “I suppose you may carry on as you were then. I shall not interfere anymore.”

Dick wanted to be mad at him for doing it on purpose. He really, really did. But the thing was...if the kid had thought he was keeping you in his life, he supposed he couldn’t be mad about that. Or at least, not mad forever.

Dick was a little bummed, to say the least. He had decided it would be a good idea to allow for a cooling-off period before he asked you out again. Damian or no Damian, he hadn’t been met with a lot of success in that department. He fixed his tie in front of the mirror, getting ready for the latest Wayne gala. Because heaven only knew they needed another one. For some odd reason, Damian had been particularly insistent he look his best tonight. When he had come out in his favorite flower-print button-down, Damian had shoved him back into his wardrobe and demanded he choose something classier. There were several wardrobe changes. Eventually, though, he was released to head downstairs. 

Much to his surprise, he was met by you. Dressed for the gala. Looking amazing.

“You clean up nice, Grayson.” You smiled at him.

“I...you...” 

You laughed. “Damian said something about you wanting me to go to the gala with you but not having the time to ask?”

Time really hadn’t been the issue.

“Uhhh...yeah. I’ve kind of been meaning to ask you out for a while now.”

“Really?” You blushed.

“Yeah, really. So uhh....shall we?”

“We shall.” You looped your arm through his, and you two headed off into the night.

Dick supposed he had something to thank Damian for after all. Even if the kid could be a bit of a pain.

[fangirl-skeleton]

How Do You Say ‘I Love You?’

A/N: So I've never actually written for a ship before. They've all been reader inserts, so bear with me.

Also idk if I'm actually going to make this into a series, every time I do I end up giving up, so I'm not going to make any commitments this time. And I'm sorry if I kinda shoved a bunch of different tropes into this one chapter.

But I had the idea for this and I had to write it. So here you go!

(This is based off of the song 'If I Could Tell Her' from Dear Evan Hansen btw. Virgil's lines are underlined in that song for your convenience.)

(Oh also this kinda came out angstier than I originally intended, I promise it's not too bad and the fluff outweighs it, but it does kinda have some angst mentioned.)

Warning: Mentions of anxiety (wow shocking), kinda angsty, repression, suggestive jokes I guess?

Word count: 2,683

It was just after 5 pm, and while the rest of the cast and crew of his schools production had left, Virgil Grey remained behind to continue working on the set. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be there after school without teacher supervision, but since he was a senior and in charge of the painting of the set, the staff of the school had decided to turn a blind eye.

Virgil had worked on the stage crew every year since he was a freshman. As much as he loved it, to be honest he had always wanted to be a part of the cast. Unfortunately, he had always been too anxious to even bring himself to audition, and he always regretted it afterwards. It wasn't exactly a fun cycle to be stuck in, but this was the last production before he graduated, meaning he had just let his last opportunity to break out of that cycle pass him by.

He wondered how Roman did it. Roman Prince, his boyfriend of four months, never seemed to have an issue with putting himself out there. On the student council, theatre star, talented singer and musician, Spanish Language captain. He was the lead in the production for the second year running, playing Evan Hansen. It was almost frightening how Roman was so different from his character, and yet he played him so well.

Virgil was amazed at the way that other people's words never seemed to get to him, but there was always that part of him who was a little jealous; he thought as he continued packing up paint cans and brushes into a cuboard below the stage. While he was doing that, something caught his eye. The Dear Evan Hansen CD that they had used in rehearsals before they had found somebody to play the piano accompaniment. He picked it up, remembering how the CD player was still somewhere in the wings of the stage. Maybe he couldn't bring himself to sing in front of everybody, but he just wanted to get up on that stage at least once before he graduated. Nobody else was here.

Nervous but excited, Virgil climbed back up the stairs to the wings of the stage. Grabbing the CD player and plugging it in just off to the side, his mind and heart were racing. He had remembered to lock the doors, right? Since the school was mostly empty of students, there hadn't been a reason to leave them open.

Taking a deep breath, he hit play on the second track, slowly stepping to the middle of the stage as the gentle piano began to play. The words were coming. He breathed out, letting his nerves ease up, and allowing him to lose himself in the song.

I've learned to slam on the breaks Before I've even turned the key. Before I make the mistake, Before I lead with the worst of me.

The first few lines rang out through the hall quieter than he meant them to. Somebody could hear, he thought, before pushing it to the back of his mind. The doors were locked and the windows were too high up to see through. Even if they did hear, how would anybody know that it was him?

Give them no reason to stare. No slipping up if you slip away. So I've got nothing to share, No I've got nothing to say.

Step out, step out of the sun If you keep getting burned. Step out, step out of the sun, Because you've learned,because you've learned.

He took one more deep breath in, letting the song completely take him over.

On the outside always looking in Will I ever be more than I've always been? Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass. I'm waving through a window.

I try to speak but nobody can hear So I sit around for an answer to appear, While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass. Waving through a window.

Can anybody see? Is anybody waving back at me?

Suddenly Virgil heard footsteps from the wings of the stage. His heart leapt, as he quickly shut the music off, and his mind started running through places to disappear, before none other than Roman stepped out, clapping slowly, a huge smile on his face.

"Hey, Roman. I- uh..." Virgil stuttered. "I didn't know anybody was still here."

Roman walked closer to him. "I didn't know you could sing like that." He grinned. Virgil blushed. "Really, you sound great."

"You think?" Virgil replied sheepishly, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Yeah, you're way better than some of the people in the production." Roman said, taking both of the shorter boys hands in his.

"Thanks." Virgil replied, not really knowing what else to say. "What are you doing here so late?"

Roman shrugged. "I realized my jacket wasn't in my locker. I think I left it here somewhere after rehearsal."

Virgil just then noticed that Roman wasn't wearing his bomber jacket, which didn't happen often at school. White, with gold around the sleeves and collar. Roman wore it everywhere, but now he just stood there in a red t-shirt.

"Oh, I haven't seen it anywhere, but I can help you look." Virgil offered.

"You're not busy?"

Virgil shook his head. "Just packed up. Wait, how did you get in here anyway?"

Roman laughed. "You left the back door unlocked."

Virgil grimaced. "Right."

After quickly fixing that, the two headed into one of the wings to look for the jacket.

"Where did you actually leave it?" Virgil asked, checking one of the low shelves where people usually left spare props and clothes.

"On there, but I think somebody might've moved it." Roman pointed to an empty table.

Virgil walked over to the table, ducking down to look under it. "Oh, here it is." He pulled it out by the sleeve, but slipped on a random chord when he tried to stand back up. "Whoa!"

He felt Roman catch him from behind before he could fall, one arm around his waist, the other around his shoulders. He was looking straight up at Roman, who was grinning stupidly.

"Hey there." Roman smirked. "You okay?"

"I-I'm fine." Virgil assured him. "Did you like, plan that or something? Not that I'm really complaining..."

Roman laughed. "I did not plan anything, I guess that fate keeps throwing us together."

"Well preferably not in a literal sense next time." Virgil said. "Here."

He unwrapped himself from Roman's arms and pulled the jacket over the taller boys shoulders. Roman put the sleeves on, and Virgil fixed the collar, before gently pulling Roman forward into a soft kiss. Roman automatically wrapped his arms around Virgil's waist, before Virgil pulled away and wandered over to perch on the edge of the table.

"So, how's the rehearsal going?" He asked.

Roman walked over to where Virgil was sitting, wrapping his arms around the back of his neck. Virgil lazily placed his legs around either side of Romans, bolder than he would normally be at school since he was confident that nobody else was there. "It's going well, I suppose. I don't know."

Virgil cocked his head. "Something wrong?"

Roman sighed. "It's just the scenes where Evan and Zoe are alone together. Don't get me wrong, Elle makes an incredible Zoe. It's just that apparently, my emotions aren't convincing enough."

"What do you mean, you're an amazing actor?" Virgil asked, though he had a feeling that he knew what Roman meant.

Virgil knew all too well why it was so hard for Roman to play a role where Virgil's twin sister, Elle, was playing his love interest. The two had been best friends throughout middle school, and were still super close, but a lot had happened within that time. During freshman year, before either of them had come out, the two had ended up dating. Awkwardly.

Even though most of their school had been convinced, the people close to them (Virgil, the rest of their families, their best friends Patton Foster and Logan Berry, Elle's now-girlfriend Audrey) had guessed what was going on long before either of them told anyone. Virgil had been at a different middle school than Roman and Elle, since he hand't been comfortable with such a big one, so he hadn't met Roman properly until high school. Virgil had had a crush on him since then, however, including the time in which he and Elle had dated.

For the past two years, the two had moved on like nothing had ever happened, but playing two roles like Evan and Zoe was surely bringing up memories of that period of repression that they'd both rather forget. It couldn't be easy.

"Apparently I don't look like I'm 'interested enough' in her. The director kept reminding me constantly. I understand where he was coming from, but he was getting rather harsh about it, I'd say." Roman looked so frustrated. He was trying to act like he was mad at the director, but Virgil could guess pretty easily that he was mad at himself.

"Ro, I'm sorry, I know that having to act like that with her again must be hard, even if it is just part of a play."

Roman laughed lightly. "To be honest, all I wanted was to turn around and tell him that he had the wrong Grey twin for that."

Virgil pulled him closer, Roman leaning down and gently kissing him on the forehead, making his cheeks turn bright red. "You're too charming, Princey."

"You flatter me."

Virgil laughed, before he had an idea. "You know, I could always help you practice. We could even try now, if you want?"

Roman looked surprised. "Really? Thank you, darling, that would be amazing! You know Zoe's lines for the scene?"

Virgil rolled his eyes, climbing up from where he sat, but keeping hold of Roman's hands. "Trust me, I know it too well. Elle never stops practicing. Our rooms are right next to each other, and the walls are stupidly thin."

Roman smirked. "Thin walls, hey? I better remember that for later on."

Virgil raised an eyebrow, though he was trying really hard not to blush. "Watch it." He warned Roman.

Roman held up his hands. "Fine, fine."

Virgil shook his head in laughter, pulling Roman along to the stage. "You're a weirdo."

"And you find it charming, my dear."

Virgil switched on the CD player, before joining Roman on the edge of the prop bed that was still on the stage. "Shut up."

He did.

The music started playing around them, and Virgil watched as Roman's mannerisms instantly switched over. He started fiddling with his hands, hunching over more, looking terrified and shy, just like his character.

"He thought you were awesome." He stuttered out the first line perfectly.

"He thought I was awesome? My brother?" Virgil tried his best to characterize Zoe the same way his sister did, although he knew that he was too nervous to focus on it. He knew how the song went. Was it too soon to say it? He wanted to, but he was terrified.

"Definitely." Roman continued.

"How?"

"Well..."

He said, there's nothing like your smile,

Sort of subtle, and perfect, and real.

Roman's voice was enchanting, and Virgil immediately felt some of his anxiousness slip away. The way that Roman was looking at him, he wished that he could just stare at him all day. Oh god, that sounded really creepy now that he thought about it.

He said, you never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel.

And he knew, whenever you get bored you scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans.

And he noticed, that you still fill out those quizzes that they put in those teen magazines.

Roman grabbed both of Virgil's hands, pulling the two of them to their feet. This wasn't part of the directions, Virgil knew, but he guessed Roman was just doing his own thing this time.

But he kept it all inside his head,

What he saw, he left unsaid.

And though he wanted to, he couldn't talk to you,

He couldn't find a way,

But he would always say...

Roman dropped Virgil's hands, wrapping his arms around Virgil's shoulders like they were slow-dancing.

If I could tell her, tell her everything I see.

If I could tell her, how she's everything to me.

Roman let go, taking a couple of steps backwards as he sang.

But we're a million worlds apart,

And I don't know how I would even start.

If I could tell her...

If I could tell her...

Roman slowly paced back to Virgil, before they both sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"Did he say anything else?" Virgil spoke the lines clearly, but he was almost completely unaware of what he was saying, he was so caught up in the moment.

"A-about you?"

"NevermindIdon'treallycareanywa-"

"No no, he said so many things, I'm just trying to remember the best ones!"

He thought, you looked really pretty-

Or uh- It looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair.

Roman gently brushed Virgil's purple bangs out of his face. It had never occurred to Virgil how well the lyrics fit the two of them until now, but oh my god. It was kind of insane. Roman quickly pulled Virgil to his feet again.

And he wondered how you learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn't there.

Roman spun him around slowly, grinning like an idiot.

But he kept it all inside his head,

What he saw, he left unsaid.

If I could tell her, tell her everything I see.

If I could tell her, how she's everything to me.

But we're a million worlds apart.

They both sang that line, stepping back slightly. Virgil wondered how he even managed to get it out, as the moment he was anticipating drew closer.

And I don't know how I could even start.

If I could tell her...

If I could tell her.

But what do you do when there's this great divide?

Roman stepped even further back across the stage.

He just seemed so far away...

And what do you do when the distance is too wide?

It's like I don't know anything...

And how do you say...

Virgil's breath hitched in his throat. Sure, they were acting, but they had never said it to each other before. This felt real, and the look in Roman's eyes just made it feel more real. One of pure adoration.

...I love you?

I love you.

He stepped closer every time he said it, and Virgil's heart beat faster.

I love you.

I love you.

Virgil wasn't supposed to join in on that line, he knew it. It just felt... right. Like all the air had been knocked out of him, in a good way. Roman couldn't keep the smile from his face, but somehow looked like he was on the verge of tears at the same time. They were close enough to join hands again, Roman resting their foreheads together gently. He sung the next part softly enough that even if they had been surrounded by people, Virgil still would have been the only one who heard it.

But we're a million worlds apart,

And I don't know how I would even start.

If I could tell her...

He pulled away, holding Virgil's face in his hands, looking at him like he was the whole world.

If I could...

He immediately pulled Virgil in to kiss him, like he had to do it before he heard whatever Virgil might say. It was clear that he was just as scared.

"I mean it Virgil." He whispered. "I love you."

Virgil felt like he was on top of the world, like his heart was going to explode. "I love you too, Roman."

They kissed again, this time Virgil pulling Roman in first. Afterwards, Virgil pulled himself close to Roman's chest, Roman resting his head on top of Virgil's.

"Kind of cheesy, isn't it, falling in love in the middle of a stage?" Virgil mumbled.

Roman smiled. "I suppose it is, my love."

A/N: Aaaahhhh okay I’ve never actually posted a fic directly to Tumblr before, it’s up on my Wattpad too (same username), please like or reblog if you enjoyed!

[mcwriting]

Dance Dance Revolution

Welllllll the other night I couldn't sleep and wrote basically this entire thing in my head. It’s kinda based on how I feel about dance auditions and also slightly inspired by a dance moms clip I saw where the girls auditioned to be in a MattyB music video and it caused ~drama~. The reader description is kind of based on myself bc even though I’ve been dancing forever, I’m definitely bigger than a size 2 and it usually surprises people when I tell them about my dancing.

Fandom: Tom Holland (is this even a fandom anymore honestly)

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Setting: A dance studio, duh

Word Count: 2,144

Warnings: bratty teenage girls?

Rating: idk fam, but it’s pretty tame

Background: You are a dancer at a small company who does it for the pure joy of dancing. When your studio is chosen to be a part of Tom Holland’s next movie, tensions mount between dancers as each hopes to be selected to dance with him on camera. 

Yeah I’m really bad at summaries okay I’m sorry

 reader is at least 18, and maybe a sr in high school or a freshman in college.

---

You took a big gulp of water before wiping some sweat from your forehead. You and your 12 classmates had been given few minutes to recover from barre before heading to center port de bras. 

You were one of the advanced dancers at the studio, having been doing ballet since early childhood along with other genres like contemporary and hip hop. Unlike some of the other girls, though, you didn't necessarily “look” the part of a typical dancer. You weren't tall and flat-stomached, but it never hindered you from performing and advancing in skill.

As everyone began heading towards the center, the door was opened by none other than the studio owner, Alyssa. She had a wide smile on her face as she quietly shut the door behind her. She asked your teacher for permission to interrupt class a moment and then moved to the center of the mirrors. 

“Girls, I have an important announcement,” she began, causing everyone to look around in confusion as she continued. 

“Our studio has been selected to be filmed in a new movie starring Tom Holland!” 

With that exclamation, there followed gasps and squeals, and you couldn't help the smile that stretched across your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach.

“Wait, wait. Now before you get too excited, I have one more announcement,” Alyssa interjected, exclaiming, “In only a couple short weeks, we will be hosting an audition for one of you to dance a duet with Tom, and even if you aren't chosen, all thirteen of you will still be onscreen in the class shots!”

Everyone started jumping around and squealing even more in excitement.

With that, she left you to the mercy of your teacher, and none of you could help but feel ecstatic about the situation as you finished up ballet class.

The following Saturday, you turned on your favorite playlist and began stretching in one of the smaller studios. Very few people other than Alyssa and the people working in the attached dance store would be at the studio today and you had been given permission to work alone. Being one of the oldest dancers at the studio definitely had its perks with opportunities like this.

You also knew that some of the people working on the movie would be meeting with Alyssa, so you hoped that you could be left alone for a while to just dance. 

After warming up, you decided to freestyle dance for a while, just moving and letting the music take over you. You combined contemporary and ballet moves, doing some turns and jumps along with floor work. 

When the song you were dancing to ended, you stopped to catch your breath and get water when you noticed some people peeking through the window watching. You blushed slightly as you looked down at your attire: black work-out leggings and a tank top, hair thrown messily into a bun with wispies sticking out everywhere. 

You ultimately decided to pause the music and step into the hallway to say hi, and you found Alyssa standing with four people: One woman, two middle-aged men, and Tom Holland himself. 

“Y/n, these are some of the most important people working on the movie,” Alyssa said as you shook hands with everyone.

“You looked amazing in there,” the woman commented, garnering praise from the other people as well. 

“Thank you, that means so much! Honestly, I really wasn't even dancing, that was just some improv,” you explained.

“I can’t imagine how lovely it’d be to see you perform choreo, then,” Tom added, causing you to chuckle in reply. 

“I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that I hope you'll be auditioning in a couple weeks,” said one of the men. You nodded and said, 

“Of course, but I’m sure there will be stiff competition. I think we’ll make the choice hard for you all!”

With that, you bid them adieu and reentered the studio, pulling up a playlist of songs that you had choreographed dances to. You performed one of your favorite contemporary pieces, one that you would be doing in an upcoming show.

After finishing, sweaty and a little tired, you accidentally made eye contact through the mirror with Tom, who sent a wink before following Alyssa and the group down the hall to her office.

---

Two days later, you were getting ready for class and filling a water bottle when one of the other girls came up to you.

“I heard you got a head start on the audition,” she stated, arms crossed. 

You looked around and furrowed your brows.

“Um, I mean, I had some private studio time this weekend and the people touring with Alyssa saw me dance for a minute. Even if they had watched me a lot, though, I’m sure none of the people there will be on the audition panel.”

She gave you a look before answering with, “I guess we’ll just have to see,” then turned and walked into the studio.

---

Two weeks later, you were standing nervously in the waiting room, wearing a black leo and tights, a paper number “11″ pinned to your stomach. 

Over the past few weeks, tension had become thick with the day’s impending audition, and the girls (and some of the guys) of the studio had split on whether or not you had somehow cheated by accidentally meeting the movie heads. Along with the advanced dancers, some of the intermediates that were allowed to audition had also been swayed to see you as the bad guy.

Thankfully they hadn't discovered that you met Tom, and a good majority of people stuck by you. 

Finally everyone was called into the main studio for the ballet audition and you felt your stomach drop when you saw the panel: Tom, the other 3 people that you met, and two people that you guessed were choreographers. Alyssa was also sitting in and your teacher would be running the audition.

Alyssa then asked the panel to introduce themselves from left to right, starting with Tom, the director (the man that asked you to audition), executive producer (the other man), the casting director (the woman that complimented you), and the head and assistant choreographers.

You suddenly felt extremely nervous. Alyssa was right, the four people you had danced for really were the most important people in your life right now, and after everyone settled at the barre, the audition began.

Tom’s eyes caught yours for a second in the middle of your plie combination and he grinned, causing you to perform more and gain some confidence. 

A few hours later, you had gone through ballet, pointe, contemporary, hip hop, and musical theatre auditions and everyone was waiting for call backs. With some of the studio still split, you moved to the back of the room and talked with one of the guys that you were close with. 

The guys had also auditioned because they would be in the class scenes, even if they weren't doing a duet with Tom, per say (although the idea of any of those guys doing a major piece with Tom was kind of funny to imagine).

You leaned in and whispered into his ear, 

“The three people closest to Tom were the ones that watched me dance a few weeks ago.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“There’s more. Tom was there too, and he obviously recognized me. But you can't tell a soul about this,” you threatened, earning a nod in confirmation. You talked for a while longer until Alyssa came out holding a folder.

“Alright everyone! You are all going to be in the film, but unfortunately only one can be the lead. Right now, I only have one callback number but please stick around for a little bit if you aren't called just in case. The lucky number isssss...” she said pausing.

You looked at the girls around you, guessing who it would be. It was most likely going to be one of the girls with the ballerina bodies and model-level faces. You crossed your arms as Alyssa called out,

“Eleven!”

You looked around trying to remember who 11 was when you felt a nudge. Your friend was elbowing your side and he said 

“Y/n, that’s you!” 

You were shocked and finally stuck an arm up to alert Alyssa that it was you. As you walked past the girls, you heard the naysayers grumbling, whispering “told ya so!” and “I can't believe this!” to each other while your friends encouraged you.

The panel stood as you entered the room, Alyssa shutting the door promptly behind herself to keep everyone else out while you went to shake everyone’s hands.

The panel praised you for your performance and asked that you and Tom would partner a little bit to make sure you fit well. They especially liked that you were shorter than him, even in pointe shoes, and hoped that you danced similarly. 

He came around the table in black joggers, a grey t-shirt, and some black ballet flats, ready to dance. The head choreographer asked you mostly to do contemporary steps, like you rolling over his back and some floor slides.

She then asked that you did a lift to see what both of you were capable of. That’s when you felt really nervous. Other than when you were a small child, you had never been the person picked up in lifts, and actually, because you were pretty strong, you were almost always the base for lifts.

You were about to protest when Tom swept you off your feet, lifting you easily into a bridal-style carry. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you squealed, eyes suddenly meeting his, inches away. He smiled and smoothly whispered,

“Don’t you trust me, darling?”

You smiled and nodded, and he put you down carefully. The choreographer then asked you to stand with your left leg in an arabesque while Tom stood behind you. He hooked his left elbow under the upper part of your thigh and wrapped his right arm around your stomach.

You were hyper-aware of his touch and he made sure that you were alright before you tried to jump while he lifted. The first attempt, you jumped too early and he lifted too late, causing you both to fall over and erupt into laughter, apologizing a hundred times to each other.

The second attempt though, you both were in sync, and when he got you up, you positioned your legs into a fish lift as he spun you. At the end, he dipped you into a fish dive, then gently set you down into your splits and you spun on the ground, standing to face him.

The panel clapped and murmured before the casting director finally exclaimed four fateful words,

“You've got the part!”

As Alyssa and the panel figured out paper work, you turned to Tom.

“We never properly met, I’m y/n.”

He smiled and replied,

“I know. I asked Alyssa about you that day we toured. I couldn't keep my eyes off you then or today. You’re quite the talent.”

You blushed as the two of you got to know each other, excited that you would be dancing with the man you had been crushing on for ages.

---

After the casting process, there were two weeks of rehearsals for both the company and yours and Tom’s duet. Most of the girls ended up letting go of the idea that you had “cheated” and instead became overcome with excitement. 

You and Tom had enjoyed your private rehearsals together and when the day for shooting came, you felt so comfortable with Tom that you almost forgot there were other people in the studio.  At the end of the day, both of you were exhausted and sweaty, but extremely happy with the result.

You were now sitting on the ground by your dance bag, untying your pointe shoes and wiggling your toes, relieved to finally free your feet. Suddenly you felt a warm hand on your shoulder and you turned to find Tom smiling at you.

“You were incredible, love,” he said as he helped pull you to your feet. His arms wrapped around you into a sweaty hug. Into your neck he said, “I can’t wait to bring you to the premiere.”

You pulled away, surprised.

“The premiere? What do you mean?” you questioned as he smirked.

“I want you to be my date to the premiere. Of course, that’s months away, so maybe you could settle with dinner for now?” he asked, looking up innocently.

A laugh bubbled out of you and you nodded.

“Tom Holland, I would love nothing more than to have dinner with you, no premiere required.”

With that, you began a happy relationship that resulted in many, many dates, including more than just one movie premiere.

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A/N: lol bad ending as always. Hope you all enjoy this dumb thing I wrote. If you’re new, please check out some of my other works under the Tom tags or even my other fandom stuff. Love you guys as always!

[troubleisfree]

this is going to be like a very long, detailed, and mostly my personal observations and notes. as it was my first time seeing neymar and the brazil nt in person, i want to remember everything i can while its still fresh. it was a very exciting and at the same time surreal experience because i see those people all the time on tv games and now there they were few feet away from me...

i took the photos and videos. i am usually pretty good at that but i guess the excitement got the better of me because they did not come out fabulous. tumblr is being stupid with not letting me upload more then one video in a post, and i wanted everything together, so i ended up putting them up on youtube.

the hotel 9/3/2018.

so first i went to the hotel (very close to where i live) on monday 9/3. as it was labor day, i was off work and at a bbq/pool party abt 10 miles from home for the day. brazil nt was scheduled to leave the hotel for their first training at 4pm so i left the party early and, after some traffic drama, made it to the hotel little after 3.40pm. there were not too many people so i had a decent view but i also moved around a bit. some of the support staff was coming out already. a few minutes later, firmino was the first i saw, he waved and went straight to the bus.

then a group of marquinhos, douglas costa, fabinho etc came out together. only marquinhos paid any attention to the fans, waving and smiling but didnt stop.

then another group, including casemiro.

then alisson came out. he was really sweet, smiled, stopped with the fans, signed stuff. interacted the most of anyone else with the fans. 

then another group - i think richarlison (idk him really), filipe luis, thiago silva. thiago was just as nice as alisson, stopped with the fans, signed stuff. he looked to me a bit shorter irl then on tv...

willian came out alone next.

at this point, it was almost 4pm, my excitement had totally built up and i was so anxious to see my boy ney. i started thinking that maybe he will get there separately cuz i hadnt seen coutinho and tite either. but there he was! coming out last with barely a minute to spare before 4pm (the timestamp on my photo is 3:58:59pm lol). he was the very last one to come out, chewing on something, with his typical swagger. he waved but didnt stop and the bus left as soon as he got on. he looked just as hot in person as on tv, the cameras dont lie lol. really handsome and very very sexy! i mean, i expected it, i have seen his photos lol but omg he looks so damn good you cant help those dirty thoughts! i felt like an absolute fangirl! this is neither here or there, but he looked to me a little bigger then i expected. just kinda...fuller?

i only took one photo of him cuz i wanted to look at him with my own eyes rather than thru the camera ;)

it was such an incredible experience seeing neymar and the rest of the guys in person so close that i was shaking after! like for real my hands were shaking, my legs were shaking. and i couldnt stop grinning for a good half an hour after. i went to the boardwalk to calm down a bit and just absorb the experience. people passing by probably thought im crazy or reading love letters on my phone or something cuz i just couldnt stop grinning but i didnt give a flying fuck what they were thinking - i had just seen neymar!

my notes and impressions:

1. OMFG I SAW NEYMAR FROM FEW FEET AWAY. just that, my brain was really way too frazzled to process any other impressions lol

the game 9/7/2018

so after some c. drama, despite my initial hopes, i had accepted that i am not going to go to the game. and then the day before i find out I AM GOING!!! i was so freaked out with excitement lol!!!

getting there was so frustrating! first i had forgot to charge my phone before leaving work so i only had like 30% which was nowhere near good enough for my plans of copious pics and vids. so i had to run into a bodega to buy a charger for the car. then for some complicated reason we had to leave from the ues and fucking DRIVE. crosstown. on a friday. at 6pm. straight thru freakin time square with its gazillion tourists. on top of rush hour. even though the schedule said 8pm, the tickets said the event starts at 7.30 and i wanted to be there early to see the warmups and at 7.02 we were still not even inside lincoln tunnel ffs! i was FUMING and ready to jump outta the car and start yelling at the other cars to get a goddamn fucking move on i got places to be people to see! just ugh. so frustrating. the only upside of taking so long to get to the stadium was that by the time we got there my phone was almost 100%...

anyway, finally at 7.25pm we got there and thru all the checks etc (my joke of a miniature purse was shown as an example to another girl with a slightly bigger purse and praised by security for being perfect size which pissed me off because of their dumbass rules it had is smaller then my regular WALLET ffs and it barely even fits my phone so in no way is it a ‘perfect size’ except maybe for dolls or tiny aliens. but they had the stupid clear bag / tiny purse rule in effect and all i cared at that point was getting in so whatever. still, fucking terrorists. obviously also for more important reasons than just being the cause of my having to have a tiny purse but yeah fucking terrorists). 

the stadium was buzzing already. apparently the 7.30 start was for the warmups so perfect for me. this was the view from our seats.

when we got to our seats, the usa team was out already. and the canarinho was interacting with fans. and then brazil came out. 

ney was warming up with coutinho

after stretches, he did some practice shooting. this one didnt go in.

after that the team went back inside and the canarinho came behind the barriers to interact with the fans (photo below especially taken for a.)

time for the teams to come out. for some reason the tunnel was on my side of the stadium but the benches were on the other side and they lined up there for the anthems. (again, for a.)

then the us anthem and, since we dont do things here on a small scale, the flag rolled out was the size of the whole stadium lol

in the first half neymar was playing in front of me. in the beginning of the game i took a few photos and then i stopped because i wanted to watch the game and see with my own eyes not concentrate on the phone... still, here they are

here is the penalty. i didnt catch it go in because i was looking at it happening rather then my phone. i also removed the sound cuz there was screaming when it went in lol. it was a VERY soft penalty btw...

my notes and impressions:

1. it was a friendly so not surprisingly, it was not an edge-of-your-seat game. still brazil dominated the crap out of the usa team. the difference in class and quality was glaringly obvious.

2. it was strange not supporting my country’s team. but only when i thought about it. otherwise my soccering heart belongs to brazil 100%, without a doubt.

3. watching a game live vs tv: both have pros and cons. again, after watching every week on tv, seeing these guys live in person is simply incredible. just absolutely surreal. like, they are moving, running, kicking right in front of you. you can hear the ball being kicked. feel the tension. see what they are doing without the ball. watch their interactions away from the camera. feel the power of the crowd. its just so much more immersive. at the same time, watching at home the curated game content is... convenient. you get closeups. you get facts from the commentators. your bathroom is nearby (i did carefully time my liquid intake that day to avoid venturing into stadium bathrooms and thank god it worked lol). so imo, watching a game on tv is not really that much worse then watching it live. i always felt like i am getting a completely filtered version on tv and it is filtered but it is not horrible. yes, you are missing out on stuff but its not a total loss.

4. the stadium was about 40% full, 32k of 82k capacity. but it felt more like 2/3, probably because on the other side many sections were not even open so most everyone attending was spread out in one long side and the two goal sides.

5. brazil fans were out strong! i’d say about 70% of the people were brazil fans, and of those about 90% had on brazil jerseys. yellow galore lol. the usa fans were constantly chanting but when the brazil fans decided to make the effort they drowned them out easily and completely!

6. the usa fans were in the section behind one of the goals. throughout most of the game i thought oh cute they are constantly singing their hearts out supporting their clearly outplayed loosing team. then they did iceland’s viking chant. yes, it is a cool chant but its iceland’s. idk why so many have been plagiarizing it! first portugal did it in the wc, then i saw another, and now the american outlaws (the usa ultras)... let iceland have its thing people. i did not appreciate it but no big deal. BUT then they did something that pissed me off - few minutes before neymar was substituted in the 80 min they chanted fuck neymar. i was not best pleased to say the least! lick sweaty balls jealous motherfuckers!

7. we did a wave that went around the stadium like 4 times!

8. there was a small group of 13-14yo girls right behind us that whenever ney touched the ball or looked our way screamed ‘neymaaaarrr, neymaaaaarrrrrrrr, vaiiiiiii, vai neymaaaaaaarrrrrrrr’. one girl in particular was especially shrill and vociferous in her dedication to ney. no sense of decorum whatsoever lol. my bf was smirking at me and was like why dont you go sit with them. i on the other hand was thinking that while i wouldnt go sit with them, if some of my tumblr girls were here.... well those girls wouldnt even know what hit them!

9. i would definitely go to a game again! 

10. while the seats we had were really good, i wish there was an option to be even closer and still see the whole pitch. then again, for me it would probably only qualify as ‘close enough’ if im allowed to run along the sidelines lol. but then i wont really be able to watch the game. (hey maybe i can hang from the skycam hahaaaa!). yes, i am a neymar fan but i am also a fan of the game so i want both. i did not have any input in the choice of these seats but i think it was a good trade off - the closest where you can both see the guys and actual game. if i have to pick the tickets for the next game (hopefully i will go again some time!), i would be tempted by the lower levels but the barriers are pretty high so... i would probably go for the same - second level first row.

11. there was a guy sitting next to me with his date and he was trying to be all knowledgeable and impress the girl but half the stuff he was telling her was wrong lol! he kept pointing to douglas costa and telling her its firmino. i was cracking myself up listening to him talk complete bullshit but with such grand authority about technical game stuff.

12. at some point a loose ball ended up into the stands, some guy caught it, and 2 min later security came to take it away from him :/ why not let the guy just keep the ball?!? stupid. if it was me, i’d have made a fuss, maybe pretended that it hit me in the face and threatened to sue the stadium cuz they have not ensured the spectators’ safety or some such crap lol. see if they dont let me keep it to avoid a lawsuit.

13. the canarinho (for a.) - he was really great! interacting with the fans, dancing, hugging fans. really a fantastic mascot and absolute joy to watch! during the halftime he was out on the pitch, doing keepie uppies (in those shoes too!!! showing his brazilianness lol), and kicking balls into the stands

14. i was totally impressed by neymar. it was just so obvious how good he is and no, not because i am biased, which i admittedly am. i expected him to be good, duh, but to see it so clearly was amazing. he is not a fluke, he is the real deal. he stands out among even such quality peers as the rest of brazil nt! just something in the way he interacts with the ball, the way he moves, ‘sees’ his teammates without looking, turns on a dime, does the unexpected. i dont think he ‘thinks’ or ‘calculates’ at all his moves or that it is just a lot of practice, i think it is pure instinct in the moment, i.e. phenomenal natural talent. even though this was not one of his greatest games for sure, he just looked... special and different from the rest. most of the brazil players were displaying their clearly high quality but there is just something unique in the way neymar plays. even if you dont know who he is, what teams are playing, anything at all, you’d still pick him out and know that there is something extraordinary about this guy. if you unfocus your eyes so you see just all same yellow shirt figures, you would still be able to pick out which one is neymar. he did a bit of his skills and tricks and of course i wished he had done more. what i took away from watching him play live was that, in this average game, he looked as good playing live as he has in the past when i have watched his great games on tv. i dont know why. but watching neymar play live was an experience of its own. it felt like his average ‘live’ performance is as good as his great ‘tv’. i cant even imagine what it would be like watching one of his great performances live. while i dont feel im loosing so much watching games on tv vs live as mentioned above, i definitely feel that watching neymar in particular play live is on another level and im missing out when i watch him on tv instead of live. he is absolutely worth the price of admission. i was so disappointed in him for his wc antics but thats in the past now, and i have been reminded how right it feels to be his fan, not just for the nice things he does for kids/charity, his fun personality (and lets not forget the good looks, and oh boy they are SO GOOD lol) but his undeniably outstanding talent on the pitch. his game is just incredible. i hope he keeps healthy. i hope he gets his temper under control not just for a few games but for good. and i pray he always has the freedom to shine like he rightfully can. i am rooting for him to get the appreciation and acknowledgement he deserves, unadulterated by behavioral issues or personal drama.

ok, imma stop now. this post is huge, even by my standards. 

[prompt-master]

Um um will you write rich with an upset tummy and Hes sad and Maybe emeto idk do what you want I believe in yoooouuu -Rae

I swear I tried my best…it’s not *amazing* because I suck at writing emeto, and I didn’t read the sad part until the end and had to go back and add that in ahhh I’m sorry Rae, @godhelpthesickies

Jake started off the day by thinking, “got a physics test today, time to fail it…in style.”

It was a big thing he and Rich did, they both struggled to keep their grades up. It wasn’t that they weren’t smart, but there was so much going on in their lives, stress, after school activities, family. School didn’t compensate for these things though. So they decided to just try their best and brush off their stress with doing it in “style”. Lately he and Rich had basically gotten no sleep, so they were basically dying in style.

He searched for Rich during all of homeroom, but couldn’t find him. He thought it was strange that he never got the usual morning demand to drive Rich to school, but brushed it off. He sent the by a few texts, asking where he was and if he was ok. Looks like today he was going to be worrying in style.

Jake went on his day as usual, attending classes and such. He talked to his friend groups and any other kids who wanted to talk the incredibly Cool Jake Dillinger. Throughout the day he had to keel that cool and chill look, trying his best to not show how worried he was. He wondered why Rich wouldn’t show up, maybe he was just being a cool tough guy and skipping school, but for some reason it felt worse than that. Hell just yesterday the two went on a date to the mall, screwing around in various stores. They ended up being kicked out of Claire’s when they decided it was time to eat. Usually they went to Sbarro but Jake just kept insisting for some reason, but that day Rich convinced him to go and eat at a seafood place. As far as Jake knew, the date went incredibly well. But with Rich it was hard to tell.

He shook his thoughts out of his head when his phone buzzed, a text from Rich.

“I’m fine, I’m literally in school.”

Jake frowned at that, he had this class with Rich, “then where r u??”

After that there were no more responses. If he had been in school this whole time why wasn’t he showing up. Was it because of Jake? Was he avoiding him? He ignored his texts again, not even reading them. Jake bit his nail, and the kid next to him asked if he was ok. At that Jake quickly nodded before asking to use the bathroom, ducking out of the classroom with style.

He sighed as he went into the bathroom, he just needed to clear his head for a second. He was being overprotective, later he’d tell Rich about all this and he would laugh in his face. Jake sat up on the sink counter, pushing his face into his hands.

Then he heard a shuffle come from the handicap stall. Jake flinched, about to stand up and walk out when he heard a gag, heave, and the sickening splatter of wetness. He cringed, about to ask the person if they were ok when he heard a familiar sob.

Shit.

Jake ducked his head down to see under the stall. Those are the kind of army rip off boots only one person would own…

“Rich?”

There was silence, besides for the labored breathing puking brought up. There was a spitting noise, then his cracked voice spoke, “Jake..?”

“Holy shittle man I’ve been looking all over the place for you! I thought you were mad at me!” He ran up to the stall, then shook his head, that didn’t matter right now.

“Are you ok??”

“Oh yeah I’m just…fucking peachy-keen. Loving life…” rich growled out , his voice slurred, that combined with his lisp made it difficult to understand him. But Jake knew, he never had much trouble understanding him.

Jake knocked on the stall, “hey…come on bro, let me in.”

There was a bit of silence before the door unlocked, Jake flinched when he saw Jake. His entire body was pale, his freckles and burns stuck out from the contrast.

“Holy sh- yo, what happened to you?”

Rich shook his head, cringing as he held his stomach, “I don’t know I-my fuckin’ stomach hurts…”

Rich’s face was filled with a flush, his eyes uncomfortable and half lidded. His whole body shook as he broke into a cold sweat, he swayed on his feet. He was the very definition of a sick mess.

He didn’t mind Jake being here though. Anyone else he would have fought them to leave. Rich had woken up that morning only feeling pain in his stomach, he almost didn’t come to school, but he assumed it was just period cramps and made his way to the bus stop. This quickly turned out to be a huge mistake, this was much more than his period. He had been throwing up since he got to school, unable to leave the bathroom. Every time another wave bubbled up he whimpered, he would sputter up bouts of liquid. The foul taste left him in tears every time, his throat practically ripped from all the violent heaving. His nose stung from both the stench and the occasional bits of liquid that rushed through it. Needless to say he was a huge mess.

He didn’t even realize Jake was rubbing his back until he felt the gross feeling of his shirt sticking to his back. He would have questioned if Jake was ok with it, but Jake was a fairly calm guy. It didn’t take nearly long enough for him to forgive Rich for the whole fire thing, sure he was mad at first but he got over it. He had to question why he was like that. His hand had to have been sticking to gross warm fever sweat. Rich leaned against the hand nonetheless, the cold feeling grounding him.

Jake frowned, “You’re feeling real crappy today aren’t you?”

Rich shook his head, “something’s wrong.”

Jake rose an eyebrow, “what do you mean?”

Rich was holding a fist over his mouth, bending over. His throats and stomach felt an uncomfortable amount of fuzzy. He felt like someone had tossed him into the driest sauna ever invented. Heat shook his body from head to toe, his stomach tied up in twists. He felt his stomach slosh and grow in pain.

“Rich are you gonna be-”

Rich cut him off by throwing himself back in front of the toilet, his knees violently digging into the floor. Jake cringed at the gasps and heaves. They sounded so…painful. Like he couldn’t even breath. Then with one final heave there was the sound of water splashing, the liquid clear with a tinge of light green, nothing left to throw up.

“Shit man lets you to the nurse, ok?”

“B-but-”

“We’ll take the little trash bucket, don’t even worry about it.”

Rich looked over to him, a trail of spit lined his parted lip, falling down with the rest of his stomach contents.

“I don’t need the nur-” rich cut himself off though when he made out the eyes of his boyfriend. He had never seen him so concerned. He’d seen him pissed off, laughing, sad, stress, embarrassed, maybe a little worried. But to this extent? It was as though Jake was having a mini panic attack in his mind, and god Rich hoped that wasn’t true.

Rich didn’t even realize tears were rolling down his face. “I-I’m sorry Jake.”

“What’s wrong…?” He felt arms hug him, he brought his hands up to tug at the sleeve of Jake’s hoodie.

“I’m…it hurts so bad, fuck.” He tried to hold back tears, and failed ultimately.

“Hey..hey it’s ok-”

“I fucking deserve it too…I caused everyone so much pain…I-I was such a bully even before the attempted SQUIP apocalypse thing…fuck I’m so useless”

“Don’t say that ok…you know none of that is true, you haven’t done anything wrong-”

“I burned your house down.”

“That wasn’t you though..come on Rich, it’s gonna be ok…” he gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, Rich looked away from his eyes, wiping his tears and nodding.

He allowed Jake to loop an arm around him and lift him to his feet, holding all of his weight. A trash bin was pushed into his hands, and the two boys made their way down the hall. There wasn’t much talking between the two, they both knew exactly how the other felt. They could talk about this later, what was important was making Rich feel better.

Rich couldn’t help himself though, every few glances to Jake told him that Jake was just too worried. They two had to keep stoping to let the shorter one throw up, Jake’s back rubbing gradually sped up each time. He told himself to talk. He couldn’t leave his big bean pole bae hanging.

“Hey…at least I vomited with style, am I right?”

“Yeah,” he sighed with a shaky laugh, “about as much style as a 70s garbage can”

They boys held hands as the nurse took his temperature and gave him Tylenol. He had a fever of about 102.4, and was going to be sent home.

Rich sighed, “home sweet home.”

“Yeah. Where you should have been in the first place.”

Well…that couldn’t be argued against really. It was true. But now Rich could cover up his constant misery with the joy of going home, saying he got to skip for free this time. Jake offered to go with him, but Rich made him promise he’d go back to class. They had settled for texting each other the rest of the day, and Jake would visit him as soon as he could. Hopefully he wouldn’t be at the urgent care by then.

And once they found out he had food poisoning Jake knew he had a lot of sick cuddles to give out. Especially when rich was sending him about 20 “:(”

It’s alright though, Jake still loved him, in style.

[neuropathicgypsy]

I text my younger brother today to congratulate him on his one year out of the penitentiary. He told my parents at dinner. It made them all really happy. It literally took less than a minute to send... Took longer to realize it had been a year... I'd been seeing pictures... And I always have to make room on my phone and I refuse to delete the videos of the day he was last released.. So I was four days late... But what's more is that no one else realized. And that's what they talked about at dinner. My dad Sounded all young and happy... Then for some reason we remembered this time that my brother had a girlfriend he would skip school with... I didn't know because I didn't go to school but I didn't stay at home... Until I just couldn't handle my schedule of going to literally three different schools a day, ranging from high school to vocational to University classes. And working as a waitress. I had had pnoumonia for weeks and no one had noticed... So I decided to just stay in bed and hope no one noticed. But I got up and went out the back to smoke some weed and a cigarette... Then of course I had to take a shit and pee... So I went to the bathroom... It was an old house so the only bathroom was between my parent's and younger brother's room. So I usually went through my brother's room, it was closer and had more space than my parent's with their giant king size water bed and dressers and all. So I heard this girl "Chris is that you!?" I was sick and so I thought I was fucked up.. so I sat on the edge of his bed... I thought let me set myself up straight.. cause my head was fuzzy and clogged up... I knew wasn't no girl in our house in the middle of the day... Unless my mom didn't go to work in which case then I should leave... Before she knew I was there. So I sat to think about what to do. Then I heard her "Chris?! What the fuck are you doing?!" And I was all okay if that's my fucking mom then what the fuck is she talking like that?! Cause my father did not allow her to speak that way to us. So I was all fuck that and if he didn't go to school I ain't leaving to pretend I did. So I get up and open the bathroom door and there's some girl sitting half naked on our lavender purple toilet. What the fuck. Bull shit. Goddam if I didn't have to pee more just seeing the bathroom. "Chris do I look good?!" She stood up and put her back towards me and looked over her shoulder furthest away from me. Oh my god. I'm gonna hit this bitch. "No. What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" She turns with this shocked look on her face, covers her tits and screams. Okay that's not really nice... I should wait till she had clothes right?... Ughhh.. "I FUCKING HAVE TO PEE!!" "GET OUT, GET OUT IM GOING TO TELL CHRIS! OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE SEEING ME NAKED FOR?!?!" "because you won't get out" So she screams like crazy.. turning herself around and bending her knees... I shake my head and walk away to the phone... leaving all the doors wide open.. But then I was like okay if I call the police will I have to explain why I'm not at school? Cause I don't want to. And I'm high. Are they gonna find my weed? Cause I don't want to deal with that either. The phone was basically right outside his bedroom on the wall between the dining room and living room. So.. she comes out "I gotta get dressed!!" Okay fuck the police, I gotta pee. So I go through my parents room and luckily she hadn't thought to lock that door either. So I pee and flush and she's screaming at me that I'm using the toilet. Yeah and it's purple. And I wonder if she's just mentally crazy or if like she spread HIV in our bathroom... Like did I just accidentally kill myself? I decide I'm not high enough to deal with this so I walk through my brother's room to check on screaming naked girl whose all trying to get her shoes on... White tennis shoes. Who the fuck wears those? I figured it was some cheerleader... Where we lived.. all the cheerleaders were sluts... Not being mean, two of my best friends were cheerleaders and both ended up pregnant before we even got close to graduation. Whatever. It's kind of amusing how she's always screaming and then she tells.me she's gonna throw her shoe at me. Seriously. Throw it. Cause you won't. It's all white and shiny and shit like they're meaningful and not just shoes. "And​?!!?" The bitch does... Then runs across the room to grab it from the floor cause she obviously did not engage in actual sports. Cause she couldn't throw. I go to my room. I leave the door open so she can scream more... I look for my weed and I'm wondering should I roll a joint or get my pipe from the car.. And if I have to go all the way to my car, shouldn't I just leave? But oh no here comes this girl. I can't do anything she's in my way and I don't want her trying to smoke my weed Because I bet she will. I can tell she's like that. "Your room. I mean the room. It's yellow. You're not allowed to be in here. Wow it's yellow that's crazy. Come on, get out. I'll throw my shoe" So I just grab my weed and shove it in my pocket. Fuck this bitch. I'm about to smoke a big ass bowl. "What's in your pocket?" I stand at her and blink. I'm fucking pissed. "You better tell me or I'll.. I'll" "Throw your shoe?" I laugh "I'll spray this perfume. I'm sure Chris' sister won't mind!" I take it out of her hand as she grabs it from my dresser and I put it on the shelf behind her. "Where is he anyway?" "Oh. Well... You know... Getting some friends. Probably got held up in class" "And you?" "I'm here protecting this house" I seriously want to know who's gonna die cause bitch was stupid. Stupid can be dangerous. But she was scared. That meant ... The fucking bitch.. she was all spinning in her head "I'll... I'll..." Then the slow motion appeared... And her fist slowly went up.. I checked her.. made sure she wasn't gonna do her hair or adjust her tits or something. No she was fucking crazy gonna hit me. Okay first she was like a whole foot shorter than me. Second she was just bones. She looked like a second grader. Cause I know by third grade even Cheryl had more tits than her (that was mean...) But she had gone through puberty via growing hairs as I had seen in the bathroom... Whatever. So I grab her by her shirt. Right at her throat. "Whoa! Whoa!" I paused... "I'm gonna scream" No she wasn't. She wasn't gonna scream two inches from my face in my own fucking bedroom with her clothes on. So I jerked her towards me and towards the door then I shoved her "get the fuck out of my room" I told her through my clenched jaw. And she bounced on the floor. Twice. "I'm ... I'm on the floor" "Don't get up" to make sure she wasnt going to... Because... When I saw her fall. That's when I knew she was dead... And it's that animalisticness we all still have not evolved from... It made me just full of rage and hate and I didn't want her to ever get up. But she did. So I threw a chair at her face. She started crying so I went out through the kitchen to find my brother cutting across the vacant lot next door. Good cause I was about to let his dog in the house to kill that girl... And maybe I should ask him if he minded his Great Dane killed someone​ that day. "Hey you're here!" "Hey there is some bitch---" But the house, I had left both doors leading out open and the bitch began to scream. So he ran in the house all "oh shit!!" "Great. Now he's going to care. Sorry George" I patted the dog's head... No blood today. I heard footsteps​ behind me so I turned around "No because I'm a mess. I've been crying and hiding from her because some girl. Idk who I guess one of your friends went into your sister's room and while I was getting dressed..." "You fucked her and then left her in here for me to find sitting naked on the toilet?" The dumb girl was covering her face cause apparently she didn't realize that boys know that it runs and smears and bla bla. Which was good for her cause she didn't see my brother totally bust into laughter. Then she started fucking yelling "there she is!!! Oh my god, get her!!!" That's it. I was gonna punch her. Right in front of him. Let him know what I thought about his little whore. "Sis!! Drop the fist!!" He ran between us. "Hey are you okay? This is my sis. Sabrina, tell her youre my sis. Come on!!" "Hey are we cheating or something? I mean what's going on here?" Cause I mean if it were me and some girl was all in my boyfriend's house acting like she lived there I would be all 'who you fucking and why? Cause I don't need this shit' "Sabrina!! What the fuck?!?!" "See now, that's what I'm saying" I'm very amused at everyone's insane reactions, despite being sick. I cross my arms and put my chin in between my fingers like it's really puzzling. But I don't give a shit. I'm sick and there's some freak freaking out screaming in the back yard and someone was gonna call the police. I lean down to her munchkin face and yell "SHUT UP!!" "what? It's the first time you said that to me! What?! What's goin on here? Oh Chris hold me!" She runs and leans her dumb head on his chest I just bug my eyes like what the fuck have you done now this is crazy kinda bad and I shake my head as to indicate I want nothing to do with this. "What? You didn't know this was my sister?" "No she threw a chair.. she didn't know me" I wait for their dribbling conversation to go and I smoke a cigarette. Really wishing it was a joint. "So wait. You never said who you were and you threw a chair?" "She threw a shoe" "You said I wouldn't. I didn't say anything about a chair. Oh and she threw me on the floor Chris!" And she Huddle's against his chest. I shake my head and roll my eyes and laugh... I guess to some people I would look like a bully but it was funny stupid. That girl was dumb as a sack of rocks. So I roll my eyes again as he soothes her retardation. I really try not to laugh. I almost want to cry because it's so pathetic but more like in a why can't they stop so I can smoke a joint way. "I'm going in" "No wait" "Look. This is a mess and I'm only waiting out here in this piss if you got a pipe" So he pulls one out his pocket and hands it to me. I always hand broke my weed as soon as I got it so it was always ready to roll a joint or load a bowl. "Here there's some in it" "It's cashed" there was mostly just Ash that I could taste "No don't dump it" Okay then. He's back to his wet noodle and I just throw in a pinch of weed on top of whatever he wants to keep in his pipe. I don't question other people's ethics of drug use. Whatever you want to keep trash Ash. I don't care. But I want weed. It's just a pinch, enough for four hits. My friends and I would do it when we all had weed... Throw in the perfect pinch, then every one got a hit, you, them, them, you. the next person in the circle dumps it and refills. We always did it absolutely perfectly. And we always used our own lighters. When one of us didn't have weed or was rolling a joint as Jennifer usually would, we would throw an extra hit so only Stephanie and I would load the bowl/bong. Because Jennifer would usually pass at least once. We had a system. My brother did the "pass the lighter with the bowl" system I don't like that Be responsible and have your own goddam lighter. I don't want my shit stole. So he tried to give me a lighter so he could get passed But no. If I had to watch that girl act like a retard that needs some man to.make her feel better because she's an idiot... Well. I was not sharing. Finally she admitted she was embarrassed and "only wanted to smoke weed" I kicked her ass. And I was gonna let the dog kill her. "Well here" I tapped her on her shoulder with the back of my hand with the pipe in it "She's handing you the pipe" "No I'm a mess" I stand there in the symphony of retardation... And I'm like so fucking sick and she is so fucking dumb. "Yeah well I seen you naked" My brother laughed. He couldn't help it. Then his best friend finally came up. "Here, Tim, help me load this, you got any weed? Can I dump this? It's cashed" "What is cashed?" My brother did not use my hippie words I got from Stephanie's Uncle. "Empty. It's all Ash" "College kids" he shook his head smiling "yeah Tim, load this" "Here just do half, I kicked her ... Ass... It was funny. Here I owe her. Here I'll give you some okay?" "I'm a mess" "And so? I'm sick and you shouldn't be smoking after me anyways so you're gonna need this. I touched you. On your skin" "Oh are you contagious!" "Sis!!!" He snatched the bowl from me "Well I was gonna smoke a joint anyway" I go to walk off. "But what about the weed?!" Okay my patience was fucking gone. If you're gonna sanitize the goddam pipe what the fuck are you gonna do with my weed?!?!? It was a metal pipe so Tim just let the mouthpiece up. After I explained to him that heat kills germs and he was pissed I spread germs on his pipe. Me and the girls never got sick off each other. But no Drama squad. So I gave them a half pinch and went to go in the house. "Well you can smoke, just burn it after you" Yeah then I burnt the hell out of tim's lip cause I'm like disinfect the shit. Make it red hot. And he ended up with some serious blister that looked like herpes from hell. "Y'all need to smoke a joint. Fuck that bowl shit and that girl. She needs help" "Yeah so do you" told me the retard. Seriously? Three more words our her mouth like that and I was gonna throw Tim at her. And of course she couldn't shut up and I did. Then I got yelled at!!! "All I wanted to do was pee and sleep and eat and take a shit in my own house without being screamed at. And you! You threw a shoe!! So what the hell are you telling me?!?!" Tim was both amused and pissed off. So I told him "now you know how I feel, next time don't ask to catch up" "College kids. You know she's in college, right? That's my sis" I walked away "Okay you can go in the house" I locked them out. My dad knew I had quit going to school for the most part... It had been about two solid weeks. He also knew my brother didn't go to school. He just told him that if there was trouble to tell him. So we all had family dinner for once. Denise was shocked I was actually home. And we discussed it after she went to take a shower... Well.. she was hiding in the bedroom, listening... Until she got shoved into the bathroom. Okay if you're not gonna do what you're told, hide someplace else. She for real walked into the bathroom, wrapped her head in a towel then sat on my brother's bed. #death "Not after the day I'm having" I grabbed her arm.. she for real tried to play dead. Like she wasn't there. "Get up" I told her in my clenched teeth. She for real was like playing dead. 'if I don't look at you, you can't see me' "DAD, this bitch---" "I'm going. I'm going okay. I just want to know what's going on" "I got beat up okay? I got beat by a chair by some girl and I think it was you so do you still want to sit there?" I checked to make sure she was naked and in the shower before I went back to the table where my brother was explaining the idiocies of the day. All my dad did was laugh. I just went back to bed. My dad admired us for not going to school. My mom went crazy about it. So she was upset and it made him happy. And he kept us out of trouble. And we were just like him. Fuck people. Do what you want. Be honest Be good. Don't start something unless you can finish it. He came in my room later and asked if I was okay. I told him I was just sick so he brought me some medicine and said that he told Chris not to bring that stupid girl over anymore. They needed to break up. My brother was pissed about it tho. Apparently he really admired me for working and going to college I didn't ever know that And he was upset that I was disrespected He was pissed what I did to Tim but I didn't burn his lip on purpose and I did give him a hug and apologize to him a few days later although he tried to intimidate me with a glare. And for some reason .... That's the memories that came up between the three of us tonight​ when my dad was happy that his son has spent an entire year and four days out of jail and out of trouble.

[askblainedwarbler]

Icing on the Cupcake: A Seblaine Para

Who: Blaine Anderson and Sebastian Smythe ( @askdancersmythe ) What: Blaine wants to apologize for hurting Sebastian’s feelings When: January 5th, evening Where: The Smythe Household Notes: Very slightly nsfw but idk if it’s really enough to have to tag. 

Sebastian was pacing around the living room with his arms folded, Blaine was coming over so they could talk and he really didn't know what was going to happen. Blaine seemed so vulnerable and the last thing Sebastian was ready for was having to see a broken version of his friend in person. But he was starting to get worried, Blaine was late. Sure, his friend sometimes had a habit of being late, but this was almost thirty minutes late. So, Sebastian got his phone, biting his bottom lip, Sebastian scrolled through his phone and just as he went to call Blaine, there was a knock on the door. "Finally," he mumbled, setting his phone down on the couch and rushing to go and answer the door.

Blaine had spent his afternoon in shambles, in and out of tears because his emotions were all over the place. Sebastian being back in town was exciting, but it seemed to have caused a ruckus with literally everyone he knew, and they were all mad at him. At least it felt that way. Plus he'd insulted the other to an extent that he didn't think was good. He needed to apologize in person, regardless of what he'd been told. The other's parents house wasn't far, he was was going to go over and make things right with his friend. He got there, at least a half an hour after he'd told Sebastian he'd be there, and he practically ran from the driveway up to the front door, knocking and trying not to tip over the box of homemade cupcakes he'd brought. He waited, hoping he wasn't bothering Sebastian now that he was late.

Sebastian opened his front door and smiled at the sight in front of him; Blaine. "Hey, Killer, I know you have a habit of being late, but this is a little excessive." The taller male joked, grinning as he invited his friend in and stepped out of the way; allowing Blaine to enter the house before shutting the door and bringing the other into the living room. "I don't mean to pry, but what's in the box?" Sebastian asked, gazing down at the box in his friend's hands before locking eyes with him again, "you haven't changed a bit, have you?" He teased, sitting down on the couch and patting the space beside him for Blaine to join.

Blaine smiled when Sebastian opened the door, blushing at the comment about his punctuatlity. "Oh, yeah, I'm late a lot," he replied, still smiling. He stepped into the Smythe home and glanced around, following the other to the living room. He grinned. "Last night I wasn't sleeping, so I made some cupcakes. I thought maybe you might want some, so I boxed a few up and brought them with me." He offered the box of yellow and pink iced cupcakes with their little round sprinkles on top to the other. He felt comfortable around Sebastian, and his little nickname made him feel at home. "Neither have you. Except either you're taller or I'm shorter. Skyscraper." He winked a little.

Sebastian simply just grinned at Blaine, lightly shaking his head in response as he explained that he had a habit of being late. "Right, right, I forgot you had a habit of baking when your sleep is at a disturbance," the taller male said more to himself than to Blaine, smiling and quietly thanking him for the cupcakes. "Shut up, I'm pretty sure I stopped growing after I met you, it's almost like my body felt sorry for being so much taller than your's." Sebastian joked, winking back at Blaine and running a hand through his hair, "so, how's Ohio been treating you since you got back?"

Blaine blushed and looked down at his lap for a second. "Well, I really only started it after Kurt and I broke up. I ate a ​lot​ of baked things and it was getting obnoxious having to go find a place that was open in the middle of the night so I could have cookies or whatever, so I started making them myself. My parents hate it," he commented, the last part absently. His parents really did hate the fact that he was doing anything that might be considered anything but macho in his life- which meant they had to be super disappointed in him because almost nothing that he did was really "macho" at all. "I'm pretty sure you're an entire foot taller than me. Hey, what's the weather like up there?" Blaine joked back, watching Sebastian touch his own hair. He thought the other was attractive and it was distracting. "Oh, I guess... it's been Ohio. Nothing really has happened. Nothing that interesting to you anyway."

Sebastian listened to Blaine, deciding to just listen to him rather than interrupt him; not wanting to come off like he didn't care or wasn't interested in what his friend had to say. It was nice hearing that Blaine liked to bake, he did too; it had always been something that could take his mind off of any stress he had been going through, so it was nice knowing that he wasn't alone in regards to that form of cooking. It may not be seen as a very manly hobby, but why should that matter as long as you're having fun? Hearing that nothing interesting had happened in Ohio, Sebastian grinned and looked at Blaine, "oh? It seemed pretty interesting the other night when I showed up."

Blaine raised his eyebrows and couldn't help the smirk that tried to come out. He remembered the ruckus that Sebastian had caused, and it reminded him of why he was here in the first place. "Okay, so ​you're​ the most exciting thing in Ohio," he said, still smiling a little. "Before you showed up, it was just Kurt and Rachel with the New Directions, and me with the Warblers- though, we did have an invitational at McKinley where Sue- the principal- decided after Vocal Adrenaline performed that the invitational was a surprise three day event, where each group had to go on a different day. It was a mess, and it was over New Years Eve and that woman needs to be fired. But other than that whole... fiasco, you are definitely riling everyone up. Including Rachel. Which... I know you said I didn't need to," he paused, big, brown, wholesome puppy eyes looking up at the other, "Sebastian, I need to say that I'm sorry for asking you if your friendship was a lie. I knew it wasn't. I still know it isn't. You're real." He nodded the tiniest bit and tried not to let his eyebrows scrunch together too much.

Sebastian smirked at Blaine's comment, his usual smugness showing on his face, even if Blaine was joking, he still took it as a compliment. "Thank you, ​ I know​" He teased, listening to Blaine as he opened the little box of cupcakes; smiling as he took two out and passed one to Blaine. "So Sue still reigns terror over you? That's pretty intense for an old bat like her." He commented with a grin, never being one to pretend to like Sue; she made everyone's life a living hell if she didn't like you, and while her determination was admirable, Sebastian still despised her. "What a shame I didn't come sooner, we could've had a sleepover." Sebastian joked, winking at Blaine once more before laughing and continuing on with their conversation, looking down at his hands as his friend started to apologize to him. "Blaine, it's fine.... I just, I never thought she would make you feel like that I was using you..."

Blaine took one of his cupcakes when Sebastian handed it to him, starting to carefully peel down the paper. "She reigns terror over the New Directions at least. And I guess she did for a hot second reign over the Warblers too, so, kind of yeah. I have no idea what she puts in her cereal in the morning that she's so angry all the time, though a sleepover would have been fun," he said, admiring the way the sprinkles had fallen on the icing of the cake in his hands. He knew that Sebastian didn't want Blaine to apologize to him, but he had to do it. "She didn't make me feel like you were using me, that's the thing. I've never felt like that in all the time we've known each other. I've always trusted you. I just... doubted myself," he said, looking down at the uneaten sugary baked good that he suddenly craved more than anything. "I thought that maybe I was wrong about you somehow. I was wrong about Kurt, and had no idea until it hit me like a ton of bricks." He pressed his lips together. "I didn't want to be wrong about you too. And I'm glad I'm not."

Sebastian nodded as Blaine continued about Sue, taking the smallest bite of the cupcake and setting it down on the coffee table in front of them and wiped any crumbs off of his mouth. Hearing Blaine talk about how Rachel hadn't made him feel that way, but his own self doubt did, it broke Sebastian's heart because nobody deserved to be so broken and be so full of doubt about their own instincts. "I'd never let you down," Sebastian said softly, tears welling up in his eyes before he turned his head away and covered his face with his hands. "Sorry, I just- she just kept going on and on about how I victimize myself to make you feel sorry for me, but I don't! If I did I would've told you so much more about my family life than I ever have over the years, and I just- I just get so pissed off.... I'd never do anything to hurt you, you mean so much to me." Sebastian confessed, wiping away his tears and sniffling as he moved his hands away and hesitantly looked back at Blaine, "I'm so sorry."

Blaine could see the tears welling up in Sebastian's eyes and his heart started to beat faster. Split second thoughts criticized him for making this a sad thing and he wanted to fix it somehow. Listening to the other's confession, first about Rachel and then about how much Blaine meant to him, had made him feel made his heart squeeze in his chest. He shook his head a tiny bit, his own tears welling up. This wasn't what he'd wanted. He stood up, still holding the opened cupcake and looked at Sebastian for probably too long before he set it down on the table and turned back toward his friend. "No, no, don't... don't be upset..." he said, frantically dropping himself down and launching his arms into a hug and continuing to speak into Sebastian's neck. "Don't be upset. Don't be sorry for anything." He squeezed his arms around the other tightly.

Sebastian shook his head at Blaine's words, simply just holding onto his friend and whimpered as he didn't want to let him go; it felt like if he let go he wouldn't get the chance to hold onto him ever again. "I am, though, I'm the worst friend ever.... You would be so much better off without me, but I don't want to lose you. I can't- New York is terrible, everyone hates me because apparently I'm a teacher's pet, and the only person that's kept me going is you with your texts. But Berry and her big- not going to go there- just kept going on and on about hoe no one would hire me or would want to work with me, and maybe she's right! You know, maybe I am just intolerable..."

Blaine shook his head into Sebastian's neck and shoulder. He squeezed tighter yet, and listened as the other broke down in his arms. He'd always seen this confident person when looking at Sebastian. Someone cool and collected, if a little harsh, but Blaine was right. Underneath everything, Sebastian was just ​real​. He tilted his head as he felt the implications of what Sebastian was saying. Pulling back a little, just enough to see the others eyes, Blaine paused. The words felt familiar, like maybe this was a feeling they shared. It made him feel connected to Sebastian in a way he hadn't really before. His eyes were red-rimmed and wet and he reached up and smoothed away what he thought was a tear, their lips impossibly close. "Don't talk like that," he whispered, leaning just far enough in to brush in a kiss.

Sebastian just stayed next to Blaine, hating that the other was seeing him in his most vulnerable state, but in some way glad that he had broke down in front of him and not somebody else. He was a person too, sure he wasn't always the nicest person, but he had feelings and just like everyone else, there were things that could be said about him that really did hit him where it would hurt the most. Although he was somewhat embarrassed, Sebastian did feel like he had shown Blaine that there was more than one side to him and that there were things they had in common; they both knew what it felt like to be insecure and for it all to come to ahead when it's not wanted. Just as Sebastian went to respond to his friend telling him to no longer speak the way he was, their lips had brushed together for the tiniest kiss, and like an instinct, Sebastian returned it just as like before locking eyes with Blaine and finally speaking, "okay."

Blaine felt time barely ticking along as Sebastian returned his tiny kiss. He blinked his long lashes up from his cheeks and let himself have a moment of hesitation, looking back and forth between the other’s eyes. This was the second person he'd shared a kiss with in the past two weeks. He felt weirdly guilty for a second, but told himself that it was ​definitely ​okay. He'd already kissed Sebastian, but he sort of... wasn't done yet. "I... Sebastian, can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice still in a whisper.

Sebastian went quiet and he remained still, almost scared that an unexpected move would break up what the two were going through together; he wasn't imagining any of this, Blaine had really just kissed him and now was asking if he could kiss him. It took a second to respond, but he did with the lightest nod and then his eyes were purely on Blaine's gaze. "Yeah, yeah you can.... but only if I can kiss you back." He whispered in return, his voice softer than anyone had ever heard it before.

Blaine should probably have asked for the first kiss too, but he'd asked for the second and that was what counted. He smiled a little and let himself settle into the couch, though he was so close to Sebastian that he might as well have been in the other's lap when he reached his hand up and cupped his cheek to make sure that he didn't go anywhere."Definitely," he replied, nodding just slightly. It was true that Sebastian could have pulled away at any moment and Blaine would have let him go, but he wasn't thinking about that as he pressed his lips against Sebastian's once again, letting it deepen automatically. Sebastian tasted like cupcakes. Blaine didn't realize until that very moment just how much he'd always wanted to do exactly this.

Sebastian watched Blaine, smiling when he agreed that he could kiss back the second time, they were both so close and he never wanted it to end. As soon as the other had kissed him again, Sebastian was quick to return it, automatically deepening it as Blaine did too. Sebastian had never felt this good before, he really didn't want this to end. Slowly, he moved his hands down to Blaine's hips, a small chuckle escaping as he carefully pulled the smaller man onto his lap and continued to kiss him.

Blaine felt a shiver run through his body as Sebastian's hands moved to his hips and pulled him into his lap. He was effectively straddling over the other and this was as intimate as he'd been with someone since before he left New York. Exhaling a tiny puff of air, he connected their lips back together and let his own hands travel down over Sebastian's neck and shoulders till they rested lightly on his chest for a second. He scooted in a little, just to make sure that the other didn't go anywhere, and maybe to encourage him to hold on a little tighter.

Sebastian continued to kiss Blaine, every kiss becoming that little bit more passionate as he gently untucked the other's shirt and ran his hands up his back, pulling him in closer and leaning back on the couch. This had been the most passionate Sebastian had ever been with anyone and he never wanted it to end; ever since he had met Blaine he had always imagined it being like this, and he didn't want it to end now that it was actually happening. Letting out a small exhale of air, Sebastian lightly pecked at Blaine's neck, kissing up his jaw until their lips were locked once again.

Blaine twitched slightly as Sebastian's hands ran up his back, gladly leaning into him. He held himself tall, arching a little and making sure that their lips stayed connected, his hands on either side of Sebastian's face. His whole body was alive with an electricity that he didn't get to feel too often, and he reveled in it, taking in every second of those nimble hands against his skin. He couldn't help the gasp in and then the sound that escaped him when Sebastian kissed his neck, and when they reconnected in a kiss, Blaine was ten times as energized as he had been before. He ran his fingers through Sebastian's hair and tugged just the slightest bit, letting his hips rock a little at the same time.

Sebastian smirked from the gasp and sound that he caused Blaine to let out, deciding that it was something Blaine really enjoyed and would probably enjoy more of, so, he went back to Blaine's neck and continued to kiss every part of it, even moving his collar slightly and sucked and pecked just enough for a hickey to be left before going back to the other's lips. As soon as the older male rocked his hips, Sebastian felt his buck up in an involuntary response; a soft moan escaping his lips as Blaine tugged on his hair, deciding to move his hands down to squeeze and cup Blaine's ass in a form of retaliation.

Blaine was hardly able to breathe when Sebastian moved back to his neck, and he panted out a little moan in response. It was too difficult to resist the other, though it wasn't like he wanted to either. Their lips smashed together on Blaine's part, and his hands separated, one staying in Sebastian's hair, the other moving down to explore over the other's side, sneaking his fingertips under the fabric of his shirt and just under the waistline of his pants. He toyed there for a moment and then let himself feel up his shirt, rocking over the other's hips once again as Sebastian squeezed his ass. Another sound escaped him and he ducked his lips down to the other's neck, inhaling his scent and peppering kisses everywhere he could.

Sebastian never wanted any of this to end, but as Blaine started to explore his body, the taller male was moving his hands back to the other's waist and hr had to pull back and stop what they were doing, he hated it, but he couldn't take advantage of someone so vulnerable, especially not his best friend. "Blaine.... We can't, I want to, I really do, but it's not fair on you." He said softly, biting his bottom lip as he looked up at his friend and used everything in his power to hide his own disappointment. "You're my best friend and I'll be honest, I would do anything to be with you and to do things like this with you, but you just broke up with Kurt; you're fragile and confused and I won't take advantage of that. I'm sorry..."

Blaine was absolutely entranced by the way Sebastian felt underneath him, but the second his hands touched against the other's skin, there was some separation. His eyes popped open and he was about to ask if he'd done something wrong, because he seemed to always do something wrong, except it was Sebastian who spoke up and explained why he was stopping everything. He forced himself to calm down, purposely breathing slower to let himself catch his breath. "You're right... as much as I don't want to admit it... you're right," he said nodding and awkwardly pushing himself up so that he could stand, facing Sebastian to tuck his shirt back in and then letting out a deep breath of air. "Sorry... about that... uh... I didn't intend to end up... in your lap," he stumbled, blushing a little though a smile. '

Sebastian watched Blaine and gave him a soft smile, allowing his friend to get up first before standing up himself and fixing himself so it didn't look as wrecked as he probably did beforehand. "I would love to do this with you, but when you're not going through so much, okay? I'll always be here for you, but I know if we did this now, you'd regret it; I that because I know you better than you think I do." Sebastian explained with a small smile, noticing the deep pink hickey on Blaine's neck, "uhm, sorry about the hickey, I got a little carried away..." He said with a blush, scratching the back of his neck before chuckling from what his friend said, "don't be sorry, I'm the one that lifted you onto it."

Blaine looked up from straightening himself and smiled a little. "I mean, I don't think I'd regret it, but I know you're probably right. And it says a lot about your character that you'd think of that. I should be thanking you," he said, pausing. "See, you're not victimizing yourself or using me. No one else sees it." He shook his head as Sebastian looked down at his neck. He couldn't see it, but suddenly he was very aware of the hickey, and brought his hand up to feel it, though he knew it wasn't going to be able feel anything. It was surprisingly warm, but had he checked, he'd have seen that the warmth was due to a blush, and not the hickey. "Yes, yes you did. But just saying... it was actually... really hot." He smiled.

Sebastian watched Blaine and listened to him as he spoke, blushing as his friend pointed out the good in him that nobody else could see, "well, what can I say, Killer, I'm just full of surprises." He said with a grin and a wink, trying to hold in his laugh as he watched Blaine make an attempt to try and feel the hickey he had just given him. "Good, and like I said before, any other time if you ever want more, you know where to find me." Sebastian whispered seductively against Blaine's ear, grinning once more before pressing one gentle kiss against the other's jaw and then moved away to continue tucking himself in.

Blaine smiled at the use of that little nickname. He didn't know why he liked it but he did. Sebastian came in close and his lips were against Blaine's ear when he whispered, and then kissed that sensitive spot once more. Blaine closed his eyes and tried to remain focused, but he was awake in ways he'd been asleep for for a long time. Almost as if in a trance, Blaine muttered, "So, tomorrow then?" as Sebastian slipped away. He had to do something to get out of that frame of mind; he cleared his throat. "I mean, yeah. You got it." He glanced down at the table. Cupcakes. He picked his up and took a bite, keeping himself occupied.

Sebastian grinned at Blaine's response to his whisper, deciding to just ignore it rather than cause any embarrassment or awkwardness, "great, we should arrange to meet for coffee someday." He stated with a smile, deciding to pick up his cupcake and take one more bite of it while he gave his friend a moment to compose himself after he decided to tease him before with a whisper.