#nathan x deb

[mugiwara-lucy]

I can’t (but I can) believe Brooke got her babies involved in her fuckery! 🤣

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

Nathan Scott Vs Dan Scott AKA Some of the ways that Nathan is a better person than his father

One of the biggest things about Dan is that when he was about Nathan’s age, he got his high school girlfriend, Karen, pregnant. And it’s mentioned many times how Dan chose Basketball over being with Karen. He then abandoned his eldest son, went to college where he met Deb Lee. Within a month Deb became pregnant with Nathan. Dan Scott lived under the assumption that you can’t live your dreams and also be married with a child at the same time. He probably blamed all of his failures on Deb and Nathan and you can see how that bitterness festered. You can see it with Nathan. When Nathan got married, Dan told him that decision would spell the end of his Basketball future. When Haley got pregnant he acted like Duke was the end all be all and without it then he could say goodbye to his career in Basketball. You can see how Nathan found himself in a very similar situation to Dan. They were both about 18 and about to embark on college with a Basketball scholarship. Yet Nathan came that fork in the road and he took the mature/responsible/and loving road. He elevated his wife and child and in the end he achieved his dream of playing in the NBA but he didn’t choose to be an asshole in the process. 

Nathan is an incredible teammate/team player. That story that Dan tells is so indicative of his arrogance and selfishness. He claims he felt bad for his teammates when he threw the championship game but it’s so clear from the pride in which he tells this story that he felt he was in the right and felt no shame. Which there’s a certain bit of shame that goes into feeling bad for another person especially if you were the one to cause what is making that person feel bad. Nathan is upset about being benched but at the end of the day he does what is best for the team and actively tries to help them win from the bench. 

That first scene is really when he start to see what a truly horrible father Dan was. Yeah, we see the repercussion of his abandonment of Lucas. We see him say some truly horrifying things to Lucas but in this moment as Nathan tells this story... we find out that he physically abused Nathan. I mean that is a really disturbing story that Nathan tells and it makes you see Nathan in another light. Up until that point in S1, Nathan had been the bully of the show but in this moment we see how he became that person and it makes you love him even more when he makes the decision to be a better guy and not to become his father and continue the cycle of abuse. That second scene makes me so emotional because Nathan is in the exact position his father was in. His son Jamie is playing in Baseball little league and he is the coach. Nathan perceptively realizes that his son is nervous. He calls a timeout like his father had and then goes over to his son and give him advice in the most sweet and gentle way. And reassures him that no matter how well he does or doesn’t do, it won’t affect how much he loves Jamie and then encourages him/makes it clear that he has faith in his ability.

I feel like this one speaks entirely for itself but I will try to add on to it. In both these situations Dan and Nathan are having marital problems with Deb and Haley respectively and have moved out of the house. Dan makes it clear that he gonna play dirty and do whatever it takes to get Nathan away from Deb even if it means dragging her through the mud and making her out to be an unfit mother. But then you compare that to Nathan and how he will always love Haley and will always be her champion. He could never try to make her out to be an unfit mother and he would never try to turn Jamie against her. He loves Haley and he wants their son to love Haley.

And then as sort of a follow up to the last one... Dan and Deb briefly went to therapy at the behest of Deb and later in the show Nathan and Haley went to therapy. And in these two scenes you see the different ways that Dan and Nathan are approaching this. Dan is belligerent from the start. He clearly doesn’t want to be there, he interrupts Deb every time she’s speaking, he cannot and will not take constructive criticism, or take responsibility for any of his actions and the therapy session ends within 5 minutes at which point he walks out. I think he goes one more time and then completely refuses to ever go to therapy again. Nathan on the other hand wants to work on his marriage and so does Haley. They go to therapy for about a month, work through their issues, are respectful of each other, apologize, try to make things right and in the end they reconcile and come back as a couple stronger than ever. 

Nathan Scott is truly one of the most incredible TV characters i’ve seen and he definitely has the best character development. He could have continued on the path he was going but instead he chose to be a good guy. And he didn’t fall into the Dawson Leery syndrome which is when you talk about being a nice guy all the time but act like an ass. Nathan became a nice guy and you see it in his actions, not in his lip service. Nathan could admit when he was wrong, he was a faithful one woman man, he supported and loved his wife, he was a wise and loving and present father. He’s talented. He’s confident yet at the same time not arrogant.  

[nathandaily]

ONE TREE HILL ⏤ “I Love You, But I’ve Chosen Darkness,” 4.05

[renasonworldx]

photoshoot - Mason Mount

concept - you and mason do a photoshoot for vogue as their hottest couple under 25 <3

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[larsisfrommars]

The Little Stone

I put together a playlist ordered by Fjord’s character arc, there are fan songs about him, picks from Travis’s official playlist for his character, and songs I think suit him. There’s a messier version with Autumnal Orange’s lo-fi albums mixed in Here, which I recommend shuffling. This one however, is intended to be listened to like a musical, a square NINEty songs, in order. Enjoy!

Part One: Little Boy, Little Beast, Little Stone

The Serpent’s Call by Chase Noseworthy & Colm McGuiness • White Owl by Josh Garrels • An Innocent Warrior by The Cast of Moana • The Song by Lisa Hannigan & Lucy O’Connell • Lying Beast by Run River North • Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons • How Far I’ll Go by Auli’i Cravalho • Port Damali by R. Morgan Slade • Call Them Brothers by Regina Spektor • Your Bones by Of Monsters & Men • Panacea For The Poison by Flobots •

Part Two: Chained to Unknown Fathoms

I Did Something Bad by Eddie Van Der Meer • E. Watson by The Decemberists • Dream of Mississippi by S. J. Tucker • Ship in a Bottle by fin • Wellerman (Remix) by Nathan Evans & ARGULES • Voodoo by Godsmack • I Of The Storm by Of Monsters & Men • Superhero by Flobots • Believer by Imagine Dragons • Come Away To The Water by Maroon 5 & Rozzi • Bottom Of The River by Delta Rae • Summersong by The Decemberists • The Sound of Silence by Disturbed

Part Three: Servant of Uka’toa

Matches To Paper Dolls by Dessa • The Deep by PHILDEL • my sword by Jeris Johnson • Glashtyn Shanty by S. J. Tucker • The Maiden and the Selkie by Heather Dale • Last Man Standing by People In Planes • Onward & Upward by Tommee Profitt & Fleurie • Girl With One Eye by Florence + The Machine • King by The Amazing Devil • Throne by Saint Mesa • Conversations At The End Of The World by Kishi Bashi

Part Four: Refjorged

The Cave by Mumford & Sons • Little Bird by The Weepies • Selkie-boy by Julie Fowlis • Soul Meets Body by Death Cab For Cutie • Vampire by People In Planes • Otherside by Avi Kaplan • Black Sun by Death Cab For Cutie • Into The Unknown by Panic! At The Disco • Marionette by Flyleaf • Glass Houses by Bad Omens • The Devil & The Huntsman by Sam Lee Daniel Pemberton • Cracks In The Surface by Flobots • Let There Be Fire by Aviators & Miracle of Sound • Long Nights by Eddie Vedder • Clean Slated Slate by The Altogether • Various Storms & Saints by Florence + The Machine • Show Yourself by Caleb Hyles • Soldier, Poet, King by Jacob Cook • Ready Now by dodie • Drive by Incubus

Part Four: Paladin Blooms From A Dark Seed

Tulou Tagaloa by Olivia Foa’i • Mermaid Calling #2 by Cast of The Lure • Heart of The Ocean by Gaelic Storm • Song of The Sea by Lisa Hannigan • Mothers by Lilli Furfaro • Defend Atlantis by Flobots • Take Me Down by Brother • Oleanna by Storm Weather Shanty Choir • Rise/The Greatest by Jacob Sutherland • Lyonesse by Celtic Legend • Flood by Jars of Clay • Wayfaring Stranger by Libera • Healing Chant by Heather Alexander • Good Soldier by Flobots • It Knows Me by Avi Kaplan • Unsteady by X Ambassadors

Part Five: Hero, Leader, Loved by Healers

The Last Ship by Sting • True North by Vocal Line • Sirens by Pearl Jam • Hell or High Water by The Rescued • Rocks and Water by Deb Talan • Blue Healer by Birdtalker • The Peacock by Beirut • Towers Fall Into The Sea by Clocks & Clouds • Brother by Kodaline • Meet Me On The Battlefield by SVRCINA • Lover of The Light by Mumford & Sons • Ghost Stories by The Narcissist Cookbook • Shady Grove by Takénobu • Here’s a Health to the Company by David Coffin & The Revrls Chorus • Father’s Lament by Poor Man’s Poison • Oh St. Johns by The Saint Johns • The Mermaid by Kate Rusby • Ocean Lullabye by Anne Hill

[seanfalco]

The Great Death Defying Nathan Young | Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k Warning(s): Suggestive language, Blood, Character Death (but it’s Nathan, so he’s okay)

Summary: Becoming a Vegas magician’s personal assistant, you get more than you bargained for when you find out the hard way that the magic is actually real, and so are your feelings.

a/n: Dedicated to @midnightseance / @imagine-you for our one year friendaversary!  You were the one to inspire this fic with your ideas after all lol.  Thank you Mel for being such an amazing friend and writing partner.  I love you to bits!  (To bits, I say!)

“This your first day?” the woman with the clipboard and headset next to you asked, startling you. Tearing your eyes from the stage, you nodded.

“I’m [y/n],” you introduced, shaking the woman’s hand as she checked her clipboard.

“I’m Deb. Ah, yes, here you are,” she said, looking back up at you. “You’ll be shadowing me today,” she explained. “Apparently Mr. Young needs more than one personal assistant,” she added under her breath.

“What’s he like?” you asked as you fell into step with the woman.

“A giant pain in my ass,” she grumbled with a twist of her lips. “Everyday its something else: ‘I’m hungry, fetch me some more cornettos’, ‘get Marnie a new pair of lingerie, you know th’kind I like’, ‘I need more condoms’,” she exclaimed in a poor imitation of an Irish accent.

“Oh,” you exclaimed, your brows rising in surprise. You were starting to get a better picture of what this Nathan Young you were going to be working for was like and he seemed like a bit of a prick.

——

——

“Mr. Young,” Deb called through the door to his dressing room after knocking several times with no answer. “Mr. Young!” she tried again, louder this time.

“What? Jay-sus, come on in!”

Deb rolled her eyes as she opened the door and you got your first look at ‘The Great Nathan Young’. Sprawled back in a rather grandiose throne-like chair, one long leg thrown over the arm rest, he wore naught but a half open silk robe tied loosely at the waist and a long silver chair round his neck that glittered against his bare chest.

Sporting a dashing goatee and dark wavy locks that framed his face, his dark limned emerald eyes unabashedly looked you up and down, openly checking you out with a small quirk to his lips.

“And who’re you?” he asked, his lilting accent taking you by surprise. It was nothing like how Deb had impersonated.

“This is [y/n], she’s your new assistant,” Deb introduced, sounding bored as she looked disdainfully around his messy dressing room.

“New assistant? I thought I was your assistant!” the dark haired girl you’d seen on stage earlier exclaimed, her voice a rather grating whine.

“What? No, sweetheart,” Nathan soothed, pulling her into his lap. “She’s my new personal assistant, you’re my magical assistant,” he explained and the girl ‘ohhhh’d’ in understanding, letting out a high pitched giggle.

“Well, that’s a relief,” she exclaimed. “I thought you were gettin’ rid of me for a moment there.”

You noticed Deb roll her eyes again and fought the urge yourself.

“Alright, well, if you don’t need anything—” Before she could finish, Marnie spoke up, cutting her off.

“Actually, I’d like a coffee!”

“Oooh, and I’ll have a soda, and a sandwich,” Nathan added.

Ushering you out of the room before the two could asked for anything else, Deb grumbled under her breath, showing you where the food cart was and how to make Marnie’s coffee the way she like it, with extra sugar.

——

You’d only been on the job a handful of days, but you had to admit it was kind of exciting, despite Nathan’s constant demanding whims. Standing off to the side to watch that night’s rehearsal, you couldn’t help but marvel at how real it all looked.

“Marnie! Stop stop stop!” Nathan cried, frustration lacing his voice as he stopped the production to chastise his partner for about the third time.

“What now?” Marnie exclaimed with a huff, crossing her arms petulantly over her chest.

“You’re not hitting your mark!” Nathan groaned, gesturing to the taped off X on the middle of the stage. “How am I s’posed t’make yeh disappear if y’don’t hit your mark?”

“I don’t know! Does it really matter that much?”

This wasn’t the first time they’d ended up in a shouting match either. It seemed over the past few days, since you’d started, there’d been trouble in paradise, the two constantly picking at one another.

“I need a break, I’m gettin’ a fuckin’ headache,” Nathan groaned, walking off the stage and you hurried after him.

“Can I get you anything?” you asked and Nathan pulled his hand from his face to look up at you.

“An aspirin?” he asked, a pathetic note to his voice before covering his eyes again as he slumped back in his chair. Shaking your head ruefully, you went to go grab a bottled water and some aspirin, holding them out to him.

“Here y’go, drink up,” you prompted, watching him pop the pills in his mouth and down them with a swig of water.

“Thanks,” he muttered, eyeing you askance and you smiled— it was probably the first time he’d actually thanked you for anything.

“No problem,” you murmured. “Can I ask you something?” you wondered after a moment, your curiosity getting the better of you. You knew he was probably going to tell you “a magician never reveals his secrets” or some other bullshit line, but you had to ask anyway.

“Hmm?” Nathan prompted, his eyes still closed.

“How do you make it all look so real?” you asked, a hint of awe in your voice and Nathan’s eyes opened as he straightened, fixing you with a smirk.

“That’s because it is all real,” he exclaimed grandly.

Snorting, you rolled your eyes. “Alright, keep your secrets then.”

“I’m serious!” Nathan insisted. He looked like he was gunna say more until the production manager called him back to the stage and he let out a heavy sigh, pushing out of his chair. “I’d love t’stay and chat, but duty calls,” he muttered, spreading his hands apologetically.

“Oh, but first… this is for you,” he said, stopping suddenly to turn, and with a flourish he held out a single red rose to you. “I didn’t know what your favourite flower was… or really how t’make anythin’ that isn’t a rose so…” he trailed off with a shrug and you took the flower, watching him walk to the stage in awe.

Turning, you found Deb watching you, rolling her eyes at the grin you quickly wiped off your face. However, once she left, you smiled to yourself, tucking the flower behind your ear.

Busying yourself with rearranging Nathan’s wardrobe rack, you lost track of what was happening on stage until an angry shriek filled your ears and you jumped, your head snapping up. Before you knew what had happened, Marnie was pushing past you, nearly knocking you over in her haste, Nathan hot on her heels.

“No, I’m done!” she exclaimed, stomping her foot in consternation.

“But Marnie, baby, c’mon!” Nathan pleaded, rushing past to follow her to his dressing room.

“You better go after them,” Deb groaned, running her hand down her face.

Not exactly wanting to eavesdrop, it was kind of unavoidable, however, as you stood outside the open door. Marnie was throwing her clothes into a suitcase in a huff.

“I can’t do this anymore! You said it was gunna be a cakewalk, but you lied!” she cried hysterically, her already nasally voice raising an octave.

“What am I s’posed t’do without you?” Nathan countered, trying to get her to stop.

“I dunno, get another assistant! How about her?” Marnie pointed at you, having caught sight of you standing by the door. “I’ve seen you flirtin’ with her!”

Nathan grimaced as he caught your eye, the rose he’d given you still tucked in your hair and you flashed him an apologetic look. “Marnie—” he tried again, but she brushed past him, her bags in hand.

“No, Nathan, we’re through. Don’t follow me!”

“You’ll be sorry!” he yelled after her before sweeping dramatically back into his dressing room. “Well, y’comin’ in or not?” he called when you hesitated.

“What, uhm, what was all that about?” you asked, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind you. Nathan already had a bottle in his hand and when he turned to face you, plopping down in his chair your brows rose in surprise.

Instead of the long hair you’d come to recognize on him he sported a mess of dark springy curls piled atop his head, and his facial hair was nowhere to be found, making him look nearly ten years younger.

“Oh, who knows? She’s always been fickle, but who needs her, right?” Nathan replied with bravado, waving his hand as he brought the bottle back to his lips.

“You-your face… you look—” you floundered and Nathan snorted.

“Different?” he scoffed, snorting. “Yeah, well, it’s fake.”

“But you said…”

Giving you a patient look as he sat up, he seemed to find your shock amusing. “Th’magic is real, but my appearance ain’t,” he explained. “I mean, clearly, I’m gorgeous, but d’yeh think anyone would pay t’see ‘The Great Nathan Young’ if I looked like this?” he asked, gesturing to his face.

“I dunno, probably. I think y’look better this way,” you added with a shrug, your words taking him aback and he gaped at you. “So, what’re you gunna do now?” you asked, quickly changing the subject, your face starting to warm at your admission.

Groaning, Nathan deflated in his chair. “I’ll have t’find another assistant t’take Marnie’s place, and fast, opening night is tomorrow and if we have to postpone… it’ll be a disaster.”

“It can’t be that bad, can it?” you asked, trying to lift his spirits, but he merely gave you a flat stare before burying his face in his hands.

“I’ve got a lot riding on this show, if it flops... As a kid, all I ever wanted was t’be a magician and this show is my big break. I guess I could always go back t’do card tricks in casinos...” he sighed, the sadness in his voice tugging at your heart.

Trying to think of something to say, you awkwardly patted his shoulder, jumping when he suddenly sat up, his gaze lifting to you and you didn’t like the appraising way he looked at you.

“What…?” you asked hesitantly, although you could already guess what he was thinking.

“You could be my new assistant!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “You’re already familiar with the show and—”

“Oh, no no no,” you quickly protested, holding your hands up.

“Oh c’mon! You’d look stunning, and you’d be savin’ th’show,” Nathan argued. “D’you want me t’beg?” he asked, promptly dropping to his knees at your feet, only making your face flare hotter.

“That’s not—”

Before you could finish, he’d taken your hands in his as he gazed up at you entreatingly, his gorgeous green eyes getting the better of you.

“Alright, fine, but Deb’s gunna be pissed,” you groaned.

Instantly Nathan’s demeanor brightened, a grin stretching his face. “Leave that crusty old bat t’me,” he exclaimed, waving the thought away as he leapt to his feet, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you’d even realized it. “C’mon, we better get you into costume, we have a rehearsal t’finish!

——

As you’d feared, Deb was not happy about this new development, leaving her once again to Nathan’s whims as his main personal assistant, and grumbling under her breath, she led you to wardrobe.

“Let’s see how long you last!” she exclaimed as she left you to change. Holding up your costume, you eyed the scanty sequined outfit with reluctance. Sighing, you pulled the costume on and inspected yourself in the mirror. Though you weren’t usually very comfortable wearing something so revealing, you found yourself looking forward to Nathan’s reaction, touching your cheek where he’d kissed you.

“Wow!” he breathed, left stunned for a moment as his mouth fell open, his gaze taking you in. It wasn’t long, however, for his cocky demeanor to return, and he let out a low whistle before flashing you a cheeky smirk.

“See, told yeh you’d look amazin’,” he exclaimed, back in his wig and goatee, and you rolled your eyes; you really did like him better without that ridiculous get up.

Climbing up on stage with him, he walked you through each act and you were thankful you had at least some knowledge of what you were supposed to do after watching Marnie so many times. Up close and part of the action, the magic tricks seemed even more real and though you tried, you couldn’t quite figure out how he did it.

“Well, I think that went as well as can be hoped for,” the production manager exclaimed, a haggard look on his face. He, like Nathan, needed the show to go off without a hitch.

“Hey, you were great up there!” Nathan called, catching up to you as you headed back to the spare dressing room — yours, now — to change.

“Really?” you asked, kinda surprised; you’d felt like you’d just been fumbling your way through it.

“Yeah, you’re a natural,” he insisted, leaning against the wall next to your door and you rolled your eyes, fighting a pleased grin.

“So…” Nathan murmured, his gaze dropping as he leaned in closer, trailing his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Wanna come round t’mine tonight? I’ll help keep your mind off the pre-show jitters,” he offered.

For a moment you merely stared at him incredulously.

“We’ll get drunk, have a little fun—”

“I can’t believe you!” you exclaimed in disgust.

“What?” he asked, a confused frown pulling at his lips. “I’ve seen th’way you look at me when y’think on one’s watching. You want me,” he argued.

“So you think just because I took Marnie’s place that I’ll sleep with you too?”

“Yeah, why not? Y’know you want to,” Nathan countered.

Growling, you pushed past him into your dressing room. “And here I was starting to think you might not be a total prick!” You caught the surprised look on Nathan’s face before slamming the door in his face, and that at least made you feel a little better.

——

It was the night of the performance, opening night, and you felt like you were gunna be sick. You’d never done anything like this before. What if you fucked it up and ruined the show? Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you groaned, wishing you could relax when a knock at your door made you jump.

“C-come in!” he called, your voice wavering.

When Nathan’s head appeared around the door you directed him a flat stare. “What, you here to ask me for a quick shag before the show?” you sneered, trying not to think about how handsome he looked in his suit.

“No!” he exclaimed hastily, though he looked slightly guilty. “No, actually I just came t’check on you. I figured you might be a little nervous.”

“A little…” you admitted, your glare softening somewhat and Nathan offered you a smile.

“Just… don’t think about the audience. Focus on me,” he murmured. “You’re gunna do great,” he assured you before his eyes trailed downward and quickly back up. “You look stunning by the way,” he exclaimed, quickly ducking out the door before you could chuck something at him, leaving you flushed and slightly flustered.

“Prick,” you muttered under your breath, but the word held no heat.

Waiting in the wings, you felt stage fright wash over you afresh as you caught sight of how many people were in the audience. Your heart pounding in your ears, your breath sped up as your whole body felt rooted in place. How were you supposed to do this?

You have no speaking lines, you reminded yourself, taking a deep breath, then another. All you have to do is bring Nathan his props and look pretty. All you have to do is focus on him…

Suddenly the house lights dimmed and went dark, a hush going over the house.

“You ready?” Nathan’s voice in your ear sent a shiver through you, and you yelped softly as he pinched your ass. Before you could turn to smack him he disappeared with a flourish of the cloak he wore, appearing in the middle of the stage in a cloud of smoke for his grand entrance to a crescendo of music and applause.

For a moment you stared at where he’d been in surprise. You’d never been that close before when he did that, you always just assumed it was some sort of trick with a trap door, but now you weren’t so sure.

“Allow me to introduce t’you my very lovely assistant, [y/n]!”

Nathan’s lilting voice calling your name snapped you out of your thoughts and you nearly missed your cue, hurrying on stage to stand next to him, bowing low to the audience before hanging off his arm.

“Took your sweet time,” he whispered, his brows furrowing slightly. “Thought you got cold feet…”

“How’d you do that?” you hissed, still trying to wrap your head around it.

“I told you, it’s magic,” he replied with a smirk, turning back to address the audience. “For my first trick—”

After your first near miss, the rest of the show went off without a hitch and you were actually starting to enjoy yourself, thankful for the brightness of the lights overhead which kept you from really being able to see the audience that clearly.

“You ready for the big finale, sweetheart?” Nathan whispered, slipping his arm around you.

“I have a name, you know,” you reminded him, but there was no snap to your voice and he merely raised his eyebrows at you.

“Are y’ready for the big finale, [y/n]?” he amended, bringing a grin to your face though you tried to hide it.

“Yeah, I think so. Are you?” you asked. Even though you’d seen him perform this trick several times it still made you nervous.

“You know it,” he answered, a genuine smile splitting his face. “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were enjoying yourself,” he pointed out, nudging your arm.

“I am,” you admitted, hurrying back on stage before he could react.

——

“And now for my final performance of the night, I will be recreating a feat first done by Harry Houdini himself!” Nathan exclaimed grandly to the audience, throwing his arms wide. “Let’s see if I survive!”

“Please don’t say that,” you muttered, helping him shed his cape and fitting the straitjacket on him, securing his arms in place while dramatic music played.

“What, y’worried? I can do this in my sleep,” Nathan murmured, flexing his arms, testing his restraints.

“I’m not… worried,” you argued, stepping back to gesture toward Nathan with a flourish for the audience.

“You are, you’re worried bout me,” Nathan insisted, a smug grin on his lips. “I always knew you cared.”

Scoffing quietly, you didn’t contradict him as the hook descended from above.

“Now that I’m fully restrained, my lovely assistant is going to attach me to this hook where I will be suspended upside down over the stage while I attempt to free myself from my confines!”

The audience gasped.

“Good luck,” you murmured as you helped Nathan lay down on stage, attaching the hook to a rope tied round his ankles.

“I don’t need luck, I have magic, remember,” he countered, grinning coyly at you.

“Nathan—“ you sighed.

“Can I get a kiss for luck, if y’think I need it so badly?”

Rolling your eyes skyward, you bit your lip, bending over him to press your lips to his before pulling back.

“There, now I feel better,” he teased. “When I get back down will y’give me a proper kiss?” he asked as you gave the signal for him to be lifted.

“We’ll see,” you muttered, watching him as he slowly ascended into the air til he stopped, the spotlights training on him.

Holding your breath, you watching him struggle, squirming in the straitjacket, til just like the other times he’d practiced it, he finally freed one arm and then the other, wriggling out of the straitjacket and letting it fall with a thud to the stage below as the audience gasped.

It was when he fought to free himself from the ropes tying his feet together that it happened; he was reaching for the hook to hold onto when the last of the rope fell away too quickly.

You watched in horror as Nathan fell, his name on your lips, the scene unfolding as if in slow motion.

This was not how this was supposed to happen, but the audience didn’t seem to realize it wasn’t part of the show. As soon as he hit the ground at your feet with a sickening crunch, you fell to your knees at his side, a sob catching in your throat, time snapping back to normal even as the world around you felt muted, your pulse the only thing filling your ears.

The quickly spreading pool of blood beneath him had reached your knees now, but you didn’t care, pulling his lifeless body into your arms, stroking his curls away from his forehead, the glamour having faded away.

He’d been telling you the truth this whole time— it was all real...but so was this. How was he supposed to come back from this?

“Nathan, you idiot,” you sobbed, stroking his cheek. “Why’d you have to do something so foolishly dangerous? You should’ve been wearing a wire, just in case…”

You felt your tears fall hotly down your face, blurring your vision. “What am I supposed to do now? I was just starting to like you, you ass—”

“You were?”

At Nathan’s raspy voice, your eyes snapped open and your jaw fell as you found him watching you, a small grin playing at his pink lips which just moments ago had been alarmingly pale.

“Nathan, you’re—! How?” you gasped, quickly wiping at your eyes, blinking back your tears.

“Am I in heaven? Cause you must be th’hottest angel I’ve ever seen,” he joked, his lips twitching as his grin widened.

“Nathan!” you huffed, unamused, your lips quivering. “You fucking asshole, that wasn’t funny! You scared me half t’death!”

“Were you cryin’ over me?” he asked, tilting his head as he reached up to wipe at your damp cheeks. “Don’t cry, [y/n]. I’m alright,” he assured you, his gaze softening, touched at how much you cared.

“How-how did you do that?” you asked, thoughts of anything but the young man in your arms far away.

“Well, I’m immortal, so…” he shrugged as he sat up, wincing slightly.

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed, met with Nathan’s raised eyebrows.

“Is it? After everything else you’ve seen me do?”

“I guess not…” you conceded. “You’re still an ass though,” you exclaimed, helping him up to face the audience who applauded and cheered deafeningly.

“Yeah, but you still like me,” Nathan pointed out cheekily.

Opening your mouth to argue, you decided against it, too relieved that he was alive, that you had more time. Yanking him toward you, your mouths collided and he reacted instantly, his arms snaking around you as he dipped you low, kissing you back with a fervor that stole your breath, leaving you panting in his arms as he righted you.

“You wanna come back t’mine after the show?” he asked, watching you expectantly.

“Do you always go to these lengths to get laid?” you teased, even though you already knew your answer.

“Nope, you’re th’first I’ve died for,” he answered with a smirk that made you grin back. “Besides, I’m hopin’ it might be a little more than that,” he admitted as the curtain fell.

Searching his face for a moment you kissed him again. “I’d like that.”

———————

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[harley-sunday]

The Draw [17]

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

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language.

Word count: 3.5k

AN: I’m sorry.

Masterlist

You’re still a little hungover when you make it into the office that next morning, not for the first time glad Deb usually works from home on Monday. You’re not sure you could face her right now without having to explain everything that’s going on. Your phone rings just as you’ve turned your laptop on, the sound only adding to the already-there headache, and so you take the call without looking to see who it is first, answering with a rather curt, “Hello?”

“Hey,”

A shiver runs down your spine when you hear his voice, but you don’t say anything.

He sighs, “I take it you’ve seen the pictures?”

“I have.”

“Will you let me explain or have you made up your mind already?”

There’s such an accusation in his voice that you physically recoil, “What?”

“Sorry,” he says almost immediately, “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”

You let out a staggered breath, not really knowing how to reply.

“There was a birthday party for one of the cast members,” he starts, his voice much more controlled now. “The girl in the pictures is one of the extras and I don’t know, at one point she told me her grandmother’s Romanian and how she used to go there every year during the holidays and so we were just talking about the country and how much it’s changed over the years, but that’s all.” He clears his throat, “Nothing happened.”

You let his words hang in the air for a moment, the silence between you two deafening and uncomfortable, and it scares you. It’s not that you don’t believe him, but you can’t help but wonder if this is how it’s going to be from now on, with him away for work while you both have to deal with something neither of you had any part in but that’s putting a strain on your relationship nonetheless.

“Talk to me,”

You shake your head even though he can’t see you, “I can’t-” you take a deep breath, “I don’t know if we should do this over the phone, Seb.”

“This?”

“Please don’t,” you whisper, hearing the hurt in his voice. “You know that’s not what-.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“I don’t know, ok?” You close your eyes and lean back in your chair, “I just think we should talk about this face-to-face. When we’re together. Not with a million miles and a few time zones between us.”

“Ok,” he agrees, but you can tell there’s something he’s holding back.

“Ok,” you echo. “So I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be seeing you, Stan,” you say, trying to lighten the mood, but by then you hear the call’s already disconnected.

You try to focus on work the rest of the week but often find your mind wandering and so by Friday afternoon you tell Deb you’re taking half a day and head home around lunch time. Trying to distract yourself you decide to clean the house, starting in the bathroom, before you move onto your bedroom, and Jake’s guest bedroom. You’re pretty sure there’s some psychological reason why you feel this sudden need to organize, probably something to do with trying to control what you can, but so far it isn’t really working.

You order a pizza for dinner and while you wait for it to be delivered you decide to tackle the second guest bedroom. It’s not so much a guest bedroom as it is a storage room, one you haven’t really stepped foot into for at least a year or so, and so you’re a bit hesitant when you open the door. A quiet, “Oh,” escapes you because suddenly you remember when you were here last, the proof of it standing on an easel, almost taunting you.

It’s a painting you made right after you found out Mark cheated on you, all your anger put into this one piece, the colour palette nothing but dark blues and greys, almost like a dark storm rolling in, called ‘The Currents’.

Mark made you give up painting when you were together, deeming the abstract work you preferred to make ugly and something his three-year old niece could do. In a way, painting this was your way of claiming your life back and even now it makes you feel happy. It also makes you realize how much you’ve missed painting and you wonder if maybe you should pick it up again.

The doorbell rings then, interrupting your thoughts and so you quickly make your way downstairs, leaving the door slightly ajar as a sort of promise to come back.

Letting yourself in with the key Lauren gave you shortly after she moved into her apartment, you call out, “It’s me!” You hear her reply from the kitchen and so you make your way over there, finding her stirring in a big pot with a glass of wine on the counter beside her. “So, sorry I’m late,” you tell her while you kiss her cheek, “I lost time while I was cleaning the kitchen and-”

“It’s fine,” she smiles while she pours you a glass of wine. “Matt’s just gone out to pick up some more eggs for the Pavlova.”

“Pavlova?” It’s your favourite and she knows it and so you bump your shoulder against hers with a smile, “I love you.”

“I know,” she says with a wink. “I figured I’d better spoil you a little.” Her look turns more serious then, “How are you?”

You shrug, “Ok, I guess. I mean-” you sigh, “I’m just trying to figure out why I’m so upset about this, you know? He told me nothing happened, and I believe him, so why is it still bothering me so much?”

“Are the pictures bothering you, or,” Lauren turns around so she’s facing you, “is it maybe just that you don’t have any control over it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” she scrunches up her nose, “I’ve been thinking, and please don’t take offense-”

“None taken,”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” she counters with a grin.

“Yeah, but it’s you. I know you and I know you’re not trying to hurt me.”

Her eyebrows knit together then, as she takes in your words. She looks back up at you, “Babe.”

You nod, because you think you know what she’s getting at. “I know you,” you repeat a little slower now, “and I know you’re not trying to hurt me.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” you echo, because fuck, maybe this is it. Or at least part of it. You bite your lip and let your eyes fall to the floor, trying to figure it out. When you look back up you find her staring at you with a sad smile and you know she agrees.

“If it makes you feel any better,” but she knows it probably won’t and so she pulls you in for a hug, “I was going to tell you something along those lines too, but in much more of a go-around kind of a way.”

Before you can say anything else there’s a knock at the door and so she lets go of you, the look on her face letting you know she’s here if you need anything and so you mouth a quiet, “Thank you.”

Matt is exactly how you imagined he would be, a good-looking, down-to-earth guy who is a perfect match for Lauren. You watch them during dinner and can’t help but smile when you see how in love they are.

“So, Matt,” you start when Lauren’s in the kitchen to get dessert. You watch him as he sits up and looks at you expectantly, “You’ve made a pretty good first impression, but as Lauren’s best friend I’m obliged to tell you that first of all,” you hold up a finger for added effect, “I’m not above kicking your ass if you ever do something to hurt her.”

“Noted,” he says with a nod.

“And second, her favourite flowers are Dahlia’s, she hates chocolate but would kill for vanilla Tootsie Rolls, and,” you lean in closer, “if you ever really want to sweep her off her feet, you should take her to go see Hairspray Live.”

He grins, “Thank you.”

“Hey,” you shrug, “anything to make our girl happy, right?”

There’s a knock on your door but before you even have the chance to respond the door opens and you hear a loud, “Hey, loser!” coming from downstairs.

“Hey,” you yell back, while you finish your brushstroke, “I’m upstairs. Guest bedroom.” You smile when you see his head pop into view not much later, “What are you doing here?”

He starts to protest, “Can’t a guy-”

“No, Nate,” you scoff, “not you.”

“Ok, fine,” he admits, “Sarah made me go check up on you after I told her what happened last week.”

“You can tell Sarah I’m fine,” you reply while you dry your paintbrush on the rag that’s hanging over your shoulder.

“You sure about that?” Nathan asks with a nod towards the half-finished canvas.

“I think I’m going to call it ‘Love’,” you say, as though that explains it all. But then again, it kind of does. “I found my old supplies last week and, I don’t know,” you shrug, “figured I might as well give it a go and see if I still got it.”

“And you’re sure this has nothing to with what’s going on between you and Sebastian?”

“No.” But your answer came a little too fast and you both know it. Nathan just looks at you without saying anything and it isn’t long before you cave, “Of course it has.” You put the paintbrush down and motion for him to follow you downstairs so you can wash your hands and make both of you a cup of coffee.

“You sure you’re ok?”

“I honestly don’t know,” you tell him over your shoulder while you grab two mugs from somewhere inside the cabinet. “I’m afraid we both fucked up this time and that there’s no coming back from this.”

“What do you mean,” he asks, shaking his head, “how was this a joint effort? He’s the one who ended up in the tabloids-”

“Yeah, but I think I made too big a deal out of it.” You sigh, “If I’d just told him, ‘Ok, I heard your side of the story, I believe you’, and moved on, none of this would have happened.”

“But it still would have bothered you,” Nathan says.

As always, your brother hits the nail right on the head and so all you can do is agree, “Yeah, it still would have.”

In through the nose, out through the mouth, you keep telling yourself as you keep watching Exit E, waiting for Sebastian to come through the doors any minute now. His plane landed a little over thirty minutes ago, although it feels like you’ve been waiting here for hours already. You’re nervous and scared and way too emotional for this not to end with tears. In through the nose, out through the- “Oh.”

He’s wearing the same baseball cap he wore the first time you picked him up here almost two-and-a-half months ago although it feels like another lifetime. He keeps his head down as he walks towards you and if anything it makes you even more nervous. You haven’t really spoken since that phone call last week, only sent the occasional text to each other, the distance between you even more palpable with each passing day. It isn’t until he’s just a few feet away from you that he looks up and your heart, oh your heart.

You try to smile, try to say something, but the tears that have threatened to spill all day finally make their way down your cheeks and so you just to stand there, for a moment worried about what will happen next but then he holds out his arms and you step forward, holding onto him with all your might, “Oh, Seb.”

He doesn’t say anything, just holds you, his lips pressed against your temple.

You know you can’t stay here like this and so after a while you let go, running your hands over your cheeks to try and wipe some of the tears away.

“Please don’t cry.”

His voice is soft and brings on a new set of tears, “I’m sorry.”

“Come on,” he picks up his suitcase and puts it in the trunk, “‘I’ll drive.”

The drive over to your house is silent, even though you keep thinking of things you want to say but then deciding against it. You steal quick glances in his direction every now and then, a little worried by the way his jaw is set and his hands are gripping the steering wheel.

It’s early in the evening and the roads are relatively quiet, especially for a Friday, and so he pulls up onto your driveway not much later. You wait for him to get his suitcase before you make your way to the front door and inside. “Did you eat?” Your voice is a little rough and so you try again, “I could make something if you want?”

“I’m good,” he replies from somewhere over your shoulder.

You drop your purse on one of the kitchen chairs before you turn around and face him, “I would offer you a coffee but I guess we both could use something a little stronger.”

“Yeah.” He runs a hand through his hair, “Listen, is it ok if I take a shower first? I’ve been in the air for the better part of the last eighteen hours and-”

“No, of course,” you nod towards the stairs, “go ahead.” You watch him as he carries his suitcase upstairs, something heavy settling inside of you.

You’re curled up in the corner of the couch when he comes back down again, his hair still a little wet and his cheeks still a little rosy, and he surprises you when he sits down next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You let out a heavy sigh, “I fucked up.”

He kisses the top of your head, a “Me too,” whispered into your hair.

You stay like that for a moment, letting him hold you, and you wonder if, like you, he’s putting off the inevitable just a little longer, because as long as the words haven’t been spoken out loud, haven’t been put out into the universe, there’s still a glimmer of hope somewhere. Still, you know you can’t stay like this forever and so after a while you reluctantly push yourself off him and hand him the glass of whiskey you poured him earlier. You raise your own glass towards him before you take a sip, the liquid burning its way down your throat. Knowing it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do you take a deep breath before you ask, “Will you let me try to explain?”

He tries to smile but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “Talk to me.”

Cupping the whiskey glass in your hands you let your eyes fall, “Remember when we were in Los Angeles and I asked you how you deal with the paparazzi and you told me it’s just part of the job?” You don’t really wait for his reply, “For me it isn’t, Seb. And I don’t know if I can handle this the way you maybe want me to if it happens again.” You clear your throat, “I don’t know if I can get used to this.”

He nods, but doesn’t say anything.

“You told me nothing happened and I believe you,” you continue, “but- I don’t know. I hate how it made me feel.” You hold up your hand when you see he wants to say something, “That’s totally on me, I mean, that’s something I need to work on, but I don’t want it to be something I’m blaming you for, you know? And I’m afraid maybe that’s what will happen if something like this happens again and I just-” You sigh. “I don’t want you to have to reassure me every time I get insecure about our relationship.” You look up at him, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he puts his hand on yours, “it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not,” you scoff, a lone tear rolling down your cheek. “I fucked up, Seb, but I think we both know there’s no coming back from it this time.”

“Hey,” he says again, giving your hand a squeeze to make you look at him, “I don’t want you to take the blame for this, and to be honest, I think neither of us should. Put it on bad timing, or bad luck, or whatever else you can think off, but not on us.” His voice catches on the last word and you notice his eyes are a little glossed over as well. He shrugs, “Sometimes things don’t work out. No matter how much we want them to.”

“But don’t you think we should fight for this,” you try to blink away the onset of tears, “for us?” You wipe your cheeks angrily, “It feels like we’re just giving up and I-”

“We’ve been fighting for a long time,” he says then, his voice barely above a whisper.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, to contradict his words, but then you allow them to sink in and you know he's right. Hell, this all started because he felt like he had to make up for what happened at the Infinity War premiere. You look up at him, a sad smile playing on your lips, “But when it was good-”

“-it was great,” he agrees, his hand now cupping your face and his thumb stroking your cheek.

You bite your lip to keep from really crying, scrunching up your nose before you whisper, “So this is it then?”

He nods slowly, “I guess it is.”

Letting out a ragged breath you get up and make your way towards the kitchen because it feels like you just got punched in the stomach and you’re about to get sick. Leaning over the kitchen sink you cry, big fat tears and heavy sobs, and it hurts, God, it hurts.

He comes up behind you not much later, his hand on the small of your back, “Come here.”

You run a hand under your nose before you stand up and when you turn around you can tell he’s been crying too and your heart hurts even more. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

He wraps you in his arms, “I’m so sorry.”

You nod against his chest because you get it, and so you mutter a quiet, “I’m sorry too.”

You offer him the guest bedroom for the night, because you both agree it’s too late for him to go somewhere else, and when you ask him to please ignore the mess you’ve made while painting, while warning him the paint is still wet and to be careful with his clothes, it feels like such a normal thing to do that it’s almost ridiculous.

It takes a long time before you fall asleep, tossing and turning in your bed, and when you finally do it’s restless, full of dreams you can’t remember but make you feel anxious nonetheless.

It’s still early when you wake up, but you can hear the shower’s already running and you guess he couldn’t sleep anymore either. You wait until you hear him go downstairs before you make your way to the bathroom, the lingering scent of his cologne triggering a fresh set of tears.

When you get downstairs after getting dressed you notice that his suitcase is already by the door and you find him leaning against the counter in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. You try to smile, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he replies. He runs his hand through his hair, “I uh- I found a flight to New York.”

“Ok.”

“There’s a cab picking me up in ten minutes,”

“Oh.” You nod, because even though it’s way too soon you know there’s no point in dragging this out either. “Ok, uh- Is there anything you need from me?”

He shakes his head, “No.”

“Can I give you one last hug?” Your voice is small and you hate how insecure you sound, but he nods anyway and so you step into his arms, wrapping yours around his waist. A sob escapes you then and he pulls you closer and you stay like that until you hear a car honk its horn outside.

“That’s me,” he says, his voice rough and barely above a whisper.

You take a step back and look up at him, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“The last four months.” A fresh set of tears cloud your eyes and you try your hardest to blink them away, “I know it’s not fair to say this but,” a sob then, “I’ll miss you.”

He nods and tries to smile, but there are tears in his eyes too. He puts his arm around your shoulder and presses his lips against your forehead before he whispers, “I’ll miss you too.”

And then he is gone.

[cherrybracelets]

types of aesthetics playlists : dark academia 

will he - joji // even if its a lie - matt maltese // me in 20 years - moses sumney // is there something in the movies - samia // dark child - marlon williams // 7 years - lukas graham // are you ok? - daniel caesar // grow - rae morris // polly - moses sumney // lonely - noah cyrus // give me love - ed sheeran // break my heart again - finneas // heavy - orla gartland // midnight love - girl in red // right before my eyes (unpeeled) - cage the elephant // fine line - harry styles // normal fucking rockwell - lana del rey // conversation - lucy rose // circles - wildes // the night we met - lord huron // lover, please stay - nothing but thieves // falling - harry styles // moonlight - allman brown // brother - aaron smith // hallelujah - jeff buckley // liar - noah cyrus // ugly - deb never // roslyn - bon iver, st vincent // to build a home - the cinematic orchestra, patrick wilson // slow it down - the lumineers // love, dad - harry hudson // die alone - finneas // bruises (live orchestral version) - lewis capaldi // night cries - arctic lake // agony - yung lean // berlin - ry x // liability - lorde // sister, i - jesse marchant // cali - matthew and the atlas // old now - rosemary & garlic // wait - m83 // apls - novo amor // drifting - nathan bell // only she knows - loving // ghost - noah cyrus // quite miss home - james arthur // unspoken - aaron smith // i need my girl - the national // cartoon people - billie marten // racing stripes - bombay bicycle club // haunt u - lil peep // 

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[felicitykings]

Stranger things, oth, Roswell

thank you, kate!x

stranger things:

steve

joyce

el

will

mike

lucas

max

dustin

hopper

nancy

oth:

nathan

haley

brooke

jake

peyton

alex

julian

quinn

mouth

deb

roswell:

maria

kyle

michael

liz

isabel

alex :’(

jim

amy

max

jesse

send me a show and i will list my top 10 characters

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

It really bothers me how the adults in Nathan and Haley's lives reacted to them getting married. They all put their own baggage on Nathan and Haley.

Perhaps the most surprising reaction is Karen's because Karen is not Haley's mother so I believe that she should have been a bit less opinionated. Though Karen did come around pretty quickly and decided to support Haley, which I appreciate. But the following line does bother me cause it's another situation of an adult in Naley's lives forcing their baggage onto them...

KAREN: Haley…I know that you and Nathan are in love and you know that I was also in love in high school but sometimes, love fades…and, I just hope with all my heart that…it doesn’t fade for you.

I'm not saying that what she's saying is wrong. But what she's forgetting is that she was dating Dan and Haley is married to Nathan. Dan and Nathan are not at all the same person. I saw that video of Dan and Karen at that school dance while they were dating. I can't see how the Karen we see in the show could be into that blowhard, arrogant, asshole. Also the fact that Nathan proposed to Haley shows the difference between Nathan and Dan. Dan would never have proposed to Karen and the only reason that he proposed to Deb was cause she got pregnant but so did Karen. The reason he chose Deb was because she fit into the life HE WANTED. He also liked the money that she had through her rich family. Everything is about what someone can give Dan.

Deb really annoys me cause I guess I expected a bit better. I'm not surprised that she was upset but Deb reacts in a truly horrible way. Her knee jerk reaction is to call Haley names and accuse her of ruining Nathan's life. But even worse, she accuses Nathan and Haley of causing Dan's heart attack. Even though Deb knows it's her fault if anyones. She was the one who slept with his brother. She was the one who watched as he had a heart attack and refused to call 911 at first. And yet, to make herself feel less guilty, she puts that on her 16 year old son and his 16 year old wife. Deb's behaviour during this time is all manipulative and conniving but I wanna shine a light on a specific interaction with Karen. Karen has decided that she's gonna support Haley and has come to believe that their marriage could work and this is the exchange between them...

DEB: How can you be so at ease with all of this?

KAREN: I know this is hard for you Deb.

DEB: Oh don’t tell me you honestly think this can work?

KAREN: Haley’s been like a daughter to me.

DEB: And Nathan used to be a son to me. On top of that, you can’t possibly know what they’re up against Karen. You didn’t get married when you were their age.

Again another situation of the adults putting their baggage on Naley. Deb's marriage is failing and she puts that baggage on her child.

Dan always put his own baggage on people so that was no surprise. Dan was in his normal form. Nathan told him they had gotten married and this is the exchange with Dan....

DAN: So that’s it for basketball.

NATHAN: Why should it be?

DAN: You’ll see. You think you can do it all now but, one day you’ll look up and realise all you have to live with are your mistakes.

NATHAN: It’s not a mistake dad. We’re both happy. It’s a good thing.

DAN: I was talking about my mistakes too Nathan. Sooner or later we all choose a path. Sometimes you never look back and sometimes life forces you to.

This is the problem with Dan. Everything is about HIS mistakes. Deb's life and decisions, Nathan's life and decisions. Everything revolves around Dan as far as he's concerned. And what he needs to realize is that he made his decisions for very specific reasons. And he didn't achieve his dreams because of who he is as a person and the decisions he made. But not just his decisions but also because of the way he chose to react to his decisions. But not because he married Deb and had Nathan.

Something I love about Naley is how their marriage lasted and thrived despite everything they were up against. They had to deal with parents who were actively working to destroy their marriage or at least rooting for it to fail. Dan tried to pay someone to seduce Haley. Dan tried to get Nathan fired from his job so that they would have money issues. Deb went to a lawyer and tried to find ways to delegitimize it. Dan preyed upon their vulnerability and tried to pit them against each other while they were vulnerable. And that's only one thing they had to deal with. They went through so much but there marriage doesn't show the scars of their past. They deal with their issues, they forgive each other and they get past it. They don't constantly bring up each other's past mistakes. They make it through stronger and more in love than ever.

[notcruelarch]

♡ (sam x maddy, biff x maddy, nathan x maddy) @caudexiism

who is the most affectionate? Maddy and Sam: Sam. Maddy loves that shit when they’re together and misses it when they’e apart. Maddy and Nathan: They’re in private and not in public but they hold hands. Maddy and Biff: Biff has to initiate depending on where they are. 

who initiates the handholding? Maddy and Sam: Sam because it would have started off as a lie that they were together and he would have had to be the one to hold her hand first.  Maddy and Nathan: Maddy but only because she thought the first time that Nathan would be too busy worried about just hurting Peyton that she held his hand first to avoid feeling like she was being used. Maddy and Biff: She met him halfway he asked her out she would’ve been the first one to hold his hand or arm as they walked down the street and would’ve been the first one to kiss him.  

who worries more for the other? Maddy and Sam: When it comes to football and being naive maddy worries about Sam. When it comes to being a loose canon Sam can worry about Maddy. Maddy and Nathan: Maddy knows Nathan is not out of his rebel phase so she’s like I just know he’s gonna do something stupid.  Maddy and Biff: I feel like maddy worries about how much pressure Biff is under for his family and that’s why she’s convinced she has to become his safe place to land. 

who is more likely to ask for help? Maddy and Sam: Out of the two of them even if they’re both so prideful it would still be Sam and I don’t even think he would come to Maddy for help it would be his friends. Maddy and Nathan: neither Maddy and Biff: neither. 

who is the one always losing the keys? Maddy and Sam: They both do. Whichever set of keys they find first is the keys to the car they’re driving that day.  Maddy and Nathan: Out of the two of them Nathan never loses his keys and if he does he probably would suggest taking an even more expensive car off the lot of Dan Scott motors.  Maddy and Biff: Neither because Maddy’s never driving her car around Biff so she doesn’t ever even need her keys. 

who leaves little love notes for the other? Maddy and Sam: Maddy probably leaves notes but Sam probably leaves pictures or drawings. Maddy also sends him texts and snapchat messages randomly to show him that she’s thinking about him.  Maddy and Nathan: Maddy can leave notes but that only lasts when they first start dating and then stops later on.  Maddy and Biff: Maddy but they’re on his mirror

who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Maddy and Sam: Maddy can’t sleep without Sam being there. Once they start sleeping next to each other it’s a wrap on sleeping alone. When they’re broken up Maddy cries herself to sleep and that’s the only way she can otherwise she misses him too much.   Maddy and Nathan: Maddy can sleep without him but she’d rather not and she sleeps with her leg on him.  Maddy and Biff: Maddy is the one that waits for Biff to go to sleep before her and while they sleep next to one another she’s always scrolling her phone with no volume when he’s asleep that he has to convince her to turn her brightness down or go to sleep. No matter what once they start sleeping next to one another it’s probably Biff that can’t sleep without her. 

who is more likely to propose to the other? Maddy and Sam: Lbr Sam’s a romantic and would probably propose to Maddy as soon as he knows that he won’t get rejected.  Maddy and Nathan:  it’s not a proposal more so a “we should get married” and it’s a toss up. They’re both unpredictable and would each have their reasons for saying it. Maddy and Biff: Maddy is definitely not going to propose first. He would need to tell her that he’s serious and that he wants her to be his bride because otherwise Maddy will think that she’s dreaming. 

who introduced the other to their family first? Maddy and Sam: Maddy met Sam’s parents before Sam met her parents. Maddy would have never voluntarily had Sam meet her mom.  Maddy and Nathan: Deb and Scott met Maddy first and it probably was more of Dan telling Nathan that Maddy was a distraction and that he needed to stop messing around.  Maddy and Biff: Maddy is like he’s never meeting my parents. He’s never seeing where i grew up, he’s never seeing anything from my past if I can help it but then eventually she lets him in and they would take her mom out to dinner. She wouldn’t want to hide her past because she knows that’s part of the reason why he and Quinn didn’t work. 

who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? Maddy and Sam: It’s Maddy’s way of getting what she wants and making Sam sleepy so of course she plays with his hair.  Maddy and Nathan: No playing with his hair but he does get shoulder massages. Maddy and Biff: Maddy ruffles his hair and gabs his hair especially when he’s going down on her but to just say she plays with it no. Messing with Biff’s hair has a purpose. 

who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Maddy and Sam: Sam because he’s used to worrying about people. Maddy and Nathan: Maddy because she wants to make sure he’s hydrated and it’s a way of her pulling him to the sidelines even if it means Whitey yells at her. Maddy and Biff: neither. 

who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? Maddy and Sam: Maddy will fight anyone that says one thing about Sam even when they’re broken up. She’s very much like no one gets to say anything negative about him because she knows how hard he works and how kind he usually is to others.  Maddy and Nathan: Nathan would probably defend Maddy’s name more than she would have to defend his. He’s the town golden boy like no one actually says something bad about him unless it’s Lucas and she’s literally like... who the fuck are you? Oh, right, the unwanted one. Maddy and Biff: Biff would have to defend Maddy to his parents, to his friends but she still wouldn’t let his parents talk to him any kind of way or have anyone say anything against her either. Maddy is a problem in his social scene. 

who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Maddy and Sam:  Maddy and Nathan: Maddy and Biff: 

who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Maddy and Sam: it would have started off as a joke but it’s just stuck add a kiss to their thumbs and you have Maddy and Sam.  Maddy and Nathan: It’s not a pinky promise for them but more so just the words ‘i promise’ and maddy rolling her eyes and repeating that she does. Maddy and Biff: No pinky promises at all or promises just more direct communication because it’s something they’ve promised to both work on. 

who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Maddy and Sam: Sam covers Maddy but probably lays with her too. Maddy and Nathan: Nathan probably covers Maddy but sits opposite her while she sleeps and he watches espn Maddy and Biff: Maddy wouldn’t fall asleep on a couch around Biff. It’s comfy beds with down pillows or nothing. 

send me ♡ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

[chcrliehunnam]

oth for the tv series meme

my all-time ultimate fave character: I honestly believe this is a tie between Brooke Davis and Haley James. Because like, I adore both those girls with all of my heart. They both showed their strength, and their determination over things. And I just, love, love, love them.

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: chRIS KELLER. Okay, because he came in, and he was just a douche, and I didn’t appreciate the way he was budding into Nathan/Haley’s relationship. But over the course of the show, I honestly just fell in love with him. He was an ass, but I don’t know, I think that was just apart of his charm. Smartass that he is.

a character I used to like but now don’t: Owen Morello. I mean, I wouldn’t say that I hate him. But damn did the character disappoint me. And to be honest, I could probably add Millicent here as well. Because the moment these two slept together, it was all wrong, and I just --- no. But I am pretty bitter over Owen. And Millie went downhill around s7 or s8. Liked her in the beginning tho. She was adorable.

a character I’m indifferent about: Honestly? A tie between Mouth and Skillz. And this is simply because they never really gotta shine, you know? They had their scenes, but it just never seemed like they really gotta develop into their own standing characters. Made them easy to fade into the background.

a character who deserved better: Brooke Penelope Davis. Now, I’ll say that from s6 through s9, she got a little bit of a break with the whole Julian thing. I am glad that she found someone who loved her completely, and she had grown to love back. What I did not like about the Julian x Brooke ship was that for some reason, the writers felt it was important to have her fall in love with one of Peyton’s exes, because Peyton had fallen in love with hers. I’m just???? But other then that, this character just continued to have bad luck with quite a lot of things, and I just --- she’s a beautiful person, and she deserves everything.

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: Well, I don’t think this could count as like a ship, but consider how much of a focus it was for majority of the series, I think I’m going to say the Lucas/Peyton/Brooke love triangle. And the reason that I put this here is because I wasn’t someone who had a ship war over it? Like to me, I could’ve gone either way as far as who got Lucas, and who didn’t. Though, I will say that I do believe Brooke deserved better, and that it was always going to be Lucas and Peyton. But if by some off chance, it hadn’t been, then I wouldn’t have been bothered by it.

a ship I’ve never been able to get over: Owen and Brooke. Oh my god, I was so in love with the idea of these two when he was first introduced, but come the end of the whole thing, he was a complete and total douchebag. And IT MADE ME SO MAD CAUSE THE POTENTIAL.

a cute, low-key ship: Karen and Keith. I loved, loved, LOVED Karen and Keith. And it broke my heart when Keith died, and then Karen found out she was pregnant. And I was just ;--;

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: Jake and Peyton. I adored Jake, adored him. He was a young teenage father, who would do anything for his child. And he would’ve done anything for Peyton too. I did like them, but during their relationship, I knew Peyton would go towards Lucas again. And Idk, I feel like that left Jake deserving better by default.

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: Can I put Millie x Owen here? I mean, do they really count as a ship? Probably not, but do I care? Nope, because wrong WRONG, ALL FUCKING WRONG. Actually, while I feel that wholeheartedly. I’m going to put Dan and Rachel here. Because w.t.f was that. No, who the hell thought of putting Dan and Rachel together? THAT WAS ALL FUCKING WRONG TOO.

my favourite storyline/moment: Can I say the Naley plotline? Because while it might not be all that realistic to some, or just incredibly rare, I loved their whole story? I loved the fact that they were so freaking strong?? Because in TV, you don’t really see that core couple. You know the couple who hasn’t broken up like thirty times, even through it’s clear they belong together, but for sake of drama, gotta keep shitting on them, until it’s toxic as fuck, and then force the audience to believe they’re made for each other shit. Like, no, Naley, yes, had their hardships, but they were literally made for each other. Like that’s fucking soul mates right there, and I love it. I love that they were teenagers who had no real idea what was going to happen, but got married anyways. I love that they defined the odds and made it work. I just really love the strength in this couple, and in their general storyline.

a storyline that never should have been written: THE NANNY CARRIE PLOT. And now I’m not talking about the first half of her plot when she moves in, and falls for Nathan, and ends up in the shower with him. And nearly causes my babies to divorce. Not that plot. I felt like that was realistic enough. Shit like that does happen. I’m talking about the Nanny Carrie coming back plot. Where she kidnaps Dan or some crap, and chases Haley and Jamie through a corn field, and I believe it was Deb who came to their rescue? Before Dan shot the crazy nanny? He shot her right? I think. Anyways, no. Just no. 

my first thoughts on the show: I started this show halfway into season five. I saw a premiere one night, and thought, huh, why not give it a watch. It looks interesting. And oh my god, that was the beginning of the end for the longest damn time.

my thoughts now: GOOD LOVING GOD WAS I OBSESSED WITH THIS SHOW. I was so obsessed that I did things I don’t want to write down, because I feel like a complete idiot now for them. But lets just say, I wish I knew Fanfiction existed at this time. I haven’t watched passed s7, and to be honest, I don’t have much interest to anymore? I know majority of what happened, and how it happens, but other than that, it’s eh. And I think a lot of that has to do with how much it changed. Sadly.

[harley-sunday]

The Draw (12)

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

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. NSFW-ish under the cut.

Word count: 3383

AN: Sorry for the long wait, this whole chapter was a struggle. I honestly thought this was going to be the last chapter, but I just can’t seem to quit this and so I figure there’ll at least be another two chapters to this story. However, I would love to hear what you think though or if you even want me to continue, so if you like this story so far, please comment or reblog :)

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“So you’re leaving Wednesday, right?” your brother asks, his mouth still full from the spoonful of ice cream he’s just shoveled in.

“Yeah,” you reply, laughing then because Sarah wacks Nathan in the head for talking while he’s got food in his mouth. “I’ll be back on the tenth.”

“Do you need us to drive you to the airport?” Sarah offers, Jake nodding enthusiastically next to her.

“That’s very kind,” you reply, “but Lauren’s already offered to drive me.” You smile then, “It’s sort of our tradition, you know?”

Sarah nods while Jake looks a little disappointed and so you offer him an extra scoop of ice cream instead, ignoring his mother’s protests that he’s already had enough with a wink.

You wait until Jake’s finished his dessert before you start clearing the plates, a little surprised when Nathan offers to help you with the dishes. That is it’s just you two in the kitchen and he bumps shoulders with you, “Remind me again why we have to lie to Mom and Dad for you about this “business trip”. He uses his fingers to air-quote the last word, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Technically it is sort of a business trip,” you answer quietly, “what with me working in the New York office.”

“Sure,”

“It’s just,” you start, a sigh then. “It’s Mom and Dad and you know how they get. I don’t know,” you hesitate, trying to find the right words, “I just don’t want to get them all worked up about this. Not until-”

“Not until when?” Nathan jumps in. “Until you’re well and married?” He leans against the counter, arms crossed in front of him, “Listen, I know they can get a bit carried away sometimes, I mean, Dad will probably cross-examine the guy the first chance he gets, and Mom will want to know if he ever plans on having a big family within seconds of meeting him, but it’s just because they care, you know? You’re their little girl,” he does nothing to hide his eye roll, “and they just want you to be happy and-”

“I know,” you bite back. A little softer then, “I know, but I’m still trying to figure everything out myself, ok? And it’s hard enough as it is without Mom and Dad around.”

“Is it, though?”

“Well yeah,” you counter, “this feels different. There’s this whole world that he’s a part of that I’m still trying to make sense of. Either he’s on a movie set, or doing press somewhere, or going to a premiere or an award show or-”

“But that’s just work though, isn’t it?” Nathan says quietly. He looks at you then, eyebrows raised, “Don’t set this up for failure by coming up with excuses as to why this is doomed from the start only because you act like it’s something special.” He holds up his hand when he sees you want to say something, “I’m not saying it isn’t something special, don’t get me wrong, but at the end of the day, you are just two people who like each other very much and it shouldn’t matter if he’s famous and you’re not. If you like each other, really like each other, well, that’s what’s most important.”

You want to argue, really you do, but deep down you know he’s right. You’ve been trying to come up with reasons as to why this would never work ever since you first saw Sebastian in Los Angeles and so far he’s proved you wrong every single time. And after Nate’s speech, maybe it’s time to prove yourself wrong too.

Without warning you throw your arms around your brother, pulling him in for a hug, “Thanks, Nate.”

Taking one last look around your office to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything, you shut off the lights before you hoist your purse a little higher on shoulder and grab your laptop bag off the floor. You stop one door down, at Deb’s office, and poke your head inside, “Alright, I’m off. See you in three weeks.”

She looks up at you from over the rim of her reading glasses, the slight nod she gives you as encouraging as the smile she wears, “Don’t let those New Yorkers get to you, kid.”

“I won’t.”

“You’re one of the best out there,” she continues, looking extremely proud, “they’re lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, Deb,” you say as you smile back. The woman holds a special place in your heart, giving you a chance to work alongside her ever since you graduated college and teaching you the ropes every step of the way. A true mentor and definitely something you aspire to be to some young kid one day. She isn’t the affectionate type however, and so you know better than to walk over and give her a hug, instead opting for a quick wave, “I’ll keep you updated.”

“You do that.”

“Ok, so,” Lauren says, practically jumping out of her car, joining you on the curb, “on a scale of one to ten, how excited are you?”

You laugh, because she asked you the exact same thing a little over four weeks ago, when she dropped you off for your flight to Los Angeles. “A solid ten,” you reply this time.

“Good,” she agrees, as she leans against her truck while you grab your suitcase. Her arm around your shoulders then as you stand next to her, squeezing you close, “I’m so happy for you babe!”

You think you hear her voice shake and so you turn to her, not completely surprised that she’s a little teary-eyed, “Laur-”

“I know, I know,” she says as she lets go of you, “I shouldn’t get this emotional, but you know how I am.” She waves her hands in front of her eyes to stop the tears from falling, “I just want you to be happy.” She sobs then, “And I just know he makes you happy, but with him living in New York and-”

“Laur,” you interrupt her, your voice soft, because of course you know what’s bothering her, “I’ll come back. This is all still very new, ok?” You wait for her to nod before you continue, your hands on her arms now, “Maybe, one day, you know? But this is the first time we’ll be together for more than two nights and who knows how things will work out.”

“But-”

“No,” you say, sternly this time, “You will always, always be my best friend, Laur. No one can change that. I’m not leaving you. Never.”

She’s crying for real then, and so you pull her into a hug and hold her tight, because even though she acts like nothing fazes her, you know that she doesn’t do well with change.

It takes a while for her to calm down, but when she does she can’t help but laugh at the way she’s reacting, “God, we are a couple of drama queens, aren’t we?”

“You know it,” you agree, pulling her in for one last hug.

“Safe travels, babe,” she says as she lets go of you, “Love you.”

“Thanks, babe. Love you too.” You grab your suitcase before you turn back to her, "I’ll let you know when I’m there, ok?”

Your flight is delayed for almost three hours, and you’re pretty frustrated by the time they finally let everyone board, the talkative elderly lady you’re seated next to only getting on your nerves more and more as the flight progresses and so you’re not in the best mood when you finally land at JFK. Baggage claim is your own personal form of hell when there are three kids screaming and crying with their parents doing nothing absolutely about to stop them and to make things worse your bag is one of the last to get on the belt. 

By the time you exit the airport you’re pretty much done and you’re so lost in thoughts that you forget Sebastian’s organised for someone to pick you up and so you have to track back from the AirTrain station to the pick up location Sebastian texted you before your flight took off. To say you’re in a bad mood would be putting it mildly.

You scan the signs the drivers are holding up, looking for one that has your name on it, while figuring you’ll use the ride over to get yourself together and freshen up a bit, when you spot a familiar figure across the parking lot, your heart skipping a beat when you see him looking up at you with a mischievous smile. 

He’s wearing the same black baseball cap he had on when he came to Charlotte, and it seems he’s not drawing any attention but still you’re careful when you walk over to him. You’re not sure what the rules for public displays of affection are and so you stop just in front of him but he leans forward then, kissing you softly even though there’s a need to his kiss that tells you he wants more. You feel all your build-up frustration melt away at his touch and smile into the kiss, your lips the only part of you touching him even though it feels like you’re hanging onto him for dear life.

He pulls away then, his voice barely above a whisper, “Hey.”

Your knees actually fucking buckle then and it makes you wonder if you’ll ever have the same effect on him until you see his cheeks are a little flushed and you can’t help but smile.

“You ok?” he asks as he takes your suitcase and puts it in the trunk.

“Yeah,” you nod, before your smile grows wider. “Better now that I’m here.” You let him lead you around the side, a little surprised when he says he’ll join you in the backseat but of course he has a driver. It’s New York, nobody owns a car here.

The car is one of those luxury town cars, with a blacked out window between the front and back seat that Sebastian closes as soon as he tells the driver you’re good to go. There’s still a little bit of space between you, but God you’ve missed him and so you scoot closer and snuggle up to him, letting out a content sigh when he puts his arm around you.

“I like you,” he whispers quietly, before he presses a kiss to your temple.

He drops your bag at the door and holds out his hand for you to take, “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.” 

You’re standing in a long hallway with doors on either side and and a view into the living room on the far end. He gives you a quick rundown of the first three doors, with the guest bedroom on your left, and the master bedroom and toilet on your right.

The second door on your left leads to the open plan kitchen and from there into the living room, and you actually gasp when you see the view it offers of the city. The windows are big, starting about three foot off the ground, running all the way up to the ceiling, dark blue curtains framing each window perfectly. There’s something about his living room that makes you feel at home right away, because even though the furniture and decor are all pretty masculine, it’s also cozy and you can tell the pieces are put together with care.  

From the living room he leads you back into the hall, still holding your hand as he opens a door on your left, revealing the master bedroom. The walls here are a dark green color that you fall in love with immediately and you realize it’s because the color somehow just fits Sebastian. 

He points to two doors in the room, one for the bathroom, the other for the walk-in closet, before he quietly says, “I’ve cleaned out some space for you to put your things.”

You’re taken by the way he insecurely runs a hand through his hair before he rubs his neck and so you press a kiss to his lips, “Thank you.” You’re about to pull away, but his hands are on your hips then, pulling you closer. You smile into the kiss, your hands finding their way into his hair, stopping at the base of his neck. You open your mouth then and his tongue does something that makes you moan into the kiss, a little weak in the knees for the second time that day.

Sebastian’s hands move a little higher, lifting you up and you wrap your legs around his waist almost instinctively, grinding down a little until you feel the bulge in his pants pressing against you. He takes a few steps forward before he carefully lowers you onto his bed, his lips never leaving yours. His hand finds its way to your thigh, pushing your dress a little higher, his fingers slowly making their way up before he teasingly presses his hand against your already wet panties.

You buckle your hips, aching for his touch, hoping to increase the pressure, but instead he removes his hand and you whimper at the loss of contact. He stops kissing you then too and all you can do is look at him with your eyebrows raised.

He chuckles, lips a little swollen, cheeks a little flushed, “Don’t worry, I’m about to make it up to you.”

You wake up to the sound of a doorbell ringing as well as some eighties rock music playing somewhere in your proximity. It takes you a moment to figure out you’re at Sebastian’s place, but then the memories from earlier that afternoon come rushing back and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks when you remember how you screamed his name not once, not twice but three times already. You hear the door open, a muted “Thanks, Joe.” coming from Sebastian and for a moment you keep still, trying to figure out of he let someone in, but after a few quiet minutes you figure something must have been delivered because if you remember correctly Joe is the doorman.

It’s then you smell food coming from somewhere and as if on cue your stomach starts to growl. Getting out of bed you find your dress somewhere discarded on the floor and so you put it on before you walk to the kitchen. You find Sebastian behind the counter, plating up what seems to be a Thai curry, while softly singing along to ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ from Journey.

“Hi,” you say, but your voice is still a little raw and so it comes out barely above a whisper.

He turns around, a warm smile on his lips, the laughter lines around his eyes crinkling, “Hey, you.”

You end up next to him and you throw your arms around his waist as you rest your head against his chest, “Smells good.”

“I don’t really cook,” he says, almost apologetically, “so it’s almost always take out or a restaurant.”

“Sounds good,” you say with a smile, because really it is, although you promise yourself to surprise him with a home cooked meal somewhere in the upcoming days.

“You sleep well?” Sebastian asks when he sees you walking into the kitchen, handing you a cup of coffee and giving you a kiss as you pass him.

“Yeah, although the first night somewhere else is always a little weird,” you admit easily as you sit down on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, “I think I woke up a couple of times before your alarm went off.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he grins, “I always have an early morning training session on Thursday.”

“It’s fine,” you reply with a smile.

“Oh yeah, before I forget, here is yours,” Sebastian says suddenly, like it’s no big deal, pulling something out of his pocket.

You however, are at a loss for words when you take what you suppose is the key to his apartment from him, holding it tight in your hand as your eyes follow Sebastian across the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and puts it into a gym bag that’s lying on the counter, before he sits down on the bar stool next to you, shifting a little in his seat so he’s facing you, smiling, “I don’t want you to have to wait around for me. You should just do as you please.”

“Ok,” you say, slowly, not sure where he’s going with this.

“You’re going to have to go in to work, right?” he asks, a little uncertain now.

You nod, “Yeah.”

“Ok,” he echoes, smiling again. “I’ve tried to keep my schedule as empty as possible, but I couldn’t clear everything, plus I have a couple of things I really have to go to. You know, meetings, training sessions,” his voice drops then, his smile fading, “therapy once a week.”

You put your hand on his, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Hey, no judgment here. I went to therapy for almost a year after I broke up with Mark.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You smile, “If I ever was president for a day I’d offer everyone free therapy sessions. It’s still so underrated and frowned upon, but it’s so good for you and your mental health.”

“Thank you,” he replies before he leans in and kisses you, his hand resting on your leg. “So, uh, yeah, you just do your thing, ok? And I’ll do mine and then let’s at promise that we’re back here every night at six?”

You nod, “Yeah, sounds good.”

“Alright, well, I’m headed to gym in a couple of minutes, then I have a meeting with my agent and after that I should have a pretty good idea what the rest of my week looks like, so I’ll let you know, ok?”

Holding three pretty full grocery bags in your left hand, you search for your key with your right, groaning in frustration when you realize you put it in your left pocket. Switching hands you find your key and let yourself into Sebastian’s apartment, walking straight into the kitchen where you put the bags onto the counter before you take your bomber jacket off and drape it over a chair.

It’s Saturday and you’ve just been to Tucker Square Greenmarket, getting everything you need to make that home cooked meal you promised yourself you’d make for him. You let your phone connect to Sebastian’s sound system, thumbing through your playlist until you’ve found one with nineties music that you put on while you start unloading the bags.

You’ve still got some time left before Sebastian gets home and so you take it easy, pouring yourself a glass of wine before you set about the meal prep, softly singing along to whatever song is playing while you’re at it.

By the time the chicken is in the oven and the potatoes are roasting, you’re two glasses of wine in and so when ‘I’ll be There for You’ from the Rembrandts comes on you can’t help but turn up the volume and dance through the kitchen, using a courgette as a microphone, singing at the top of your lungs. It isn’t until the songs ends that you notice Sebastian standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.

“I was just-” you start, still panting a little, resting against the counter to catch your breath and realizing whatever you’re about to say next is futile from the way he’s grinning wickedly. You wipe your brow, “How long have you been standing there anyway?”

“From the first time you tried to clap along,” he says, trying to keep a straight face.

“It’s hard,” you say, trying to defend your off-beat clapping, pouting for extra effect.

He laughs out loud then and shakes his head, “You are something else, you know that?”

“Free entertainment, apparently,” you mutter, but you can’t help but smile. Laughing then when he takes your hand and spins you around before he kisses you.

“I like you,” he says, before he eyes the oven timer, “Still thirty minutes left until dinner, huh?”

You follow his gaze and nod, before you look back at him, one eyebrow raised, “What you have in mind, Stan?”

He doesn’t say anything, just grabs your hips and pulls you closer, before he moves his hands and scoops you up, making his way to the bedroom. His voice low when he says, “You just wait and see, sweetheart.”

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Tv show: 1️⃣🌳🗻 (I know it's a mountain but it's meant to be a hill)

my all-time ultimate fave character: my daughter, peytona character I didn’t used to like but now do: nathana character I used to like but now don’t: i never liked him but dana character I’m indifferent about: mouth a character who deserved better: brooke and keitha ship I’ve never been able to get into: brooke x lucasa ship I’ve never been able to get over: naley a cute, low-key ship: chase and alex or karen and keithan unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: peyton and lucas a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: skills and debmy favourite storyline/moment: the whole naley relationshipa storyline that never should have been written: there was a lot tbh but the one that sticks out the most (cause i just watched it) is nathan being kidnapped OR OMG DAN KILLING KEITHmy first thoughts on the show: i lowkey thought the first season was boring my thoughts now: one of my favorite shows

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your opinion on oth? your favorite storyline? your least favorite storyline? all the ships you like? the ships you dislike?

One Tree Hill is EVERYTHING, I watched it from the start, one of my fav pilots, and Chad was my big celeb crush (it was bad yo), so I have such fond memories of the show and drooling over him. And the ladies were fantastically written and examined. It’s teen tv hall of fame and probably one of the WB’s best shows imo. Oh, and the music stole my life it was so great.

fav s/l: skipping ahead 4 years between S4 and S5, Lucas/Nathan S1 rivalry to friendship, basically most of S1 and S3

least fav s/l: Peyton’s fake brother/stalker (rolls eyes forever), Nathan’s kidnapping, and Dan’s redemption arc (just NO)

fav ships: Naley (otp), Brucas, Brulian, Breyton, Leyton, Jeyton, Barvin, Marvin x Millie, Braley, Core Five, Clayton x Quinn, Keith x Karen (still crying), Karen x Deb, Deb x freedom from Dan, Karen x Andy

least fav ships: Dan x Rachel, Haley x Lucas (romantic), Nathan x Peyton (romantic), Haley x Chris

“What is your opinion on __________?” Send me anything, and I’ll tell you my opinion.