#why did sebastion need to die?

[twinkle-light-me-on-fire]

Sebastian Sallow X f!MC

Contains: Angst, Fluff, mentions to violence against beasts

Summary: *MC is named Rory* She’s on a path of self-destruction after loosing so many people. Sebastian has fallen to the sidelines a bit and is missing her. SO he lets her know.

Enjoy! 

WC: 1,014

Prompt: “You’re a mess.” “Thank you for the lovely compliment.”

Rory hobbled her way back to the Slytherin Common Room. After another late night wandering the Forbidden Forest, she was properly battered and bruised. She recently devised a new system to help her clean up the surrounding area. Rory flew her broom into the forest and fought her way back on foot. It started as a way to continue to practice her dueling in a relatively safe environment but she was cutting it closer and closer with each outing. 

Rory let out a strangled sigh as she sunk into the sofa in front of the fireplace. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back; mentally recapping the evening she had just endured. She had invaded a spider lair, stumbled upon 2 poacher camps, and defended herself against a pack of Dark Mongrels. 

The poacher camps were always the toughest. Rory hated seeing what they did to the creatures she adored. Tonight she freed several Nifflers and a Fwooper. When she first saw the magnificent Fwooper locked away, she saw red. She laid into the poachers using every defensive and offensive spell at her disposal. She didn’t use any Unforgivables but she considered it and she was deeply ashamed of it.

She was so lost in thought that she missed the sound of a door opening and footsteps approaching. Sebastian plopped onto the loveseat to the left of her. Her eyes pop open and relax when she sees it’s her friend. Yawning, he looked her up and down. 

“You’re a mess.” he points out. 

Rory rolls her eyes, “Thank you for the lovely compliment.”

He blinks a few times, still taking in her outward appearance. “Merlin’s beard, Rory. What the hell is going on with you?”

He grabs her wrist and she whimpers at the sudden disturbance. “Please Sebastian, it hurts.”

“Good,” he says. She open her eyes to look at him. He looked beautiful and so angry. His hair was stuck out in random ways, his brow was furrowed and his head was slightly bowed. When he looked up his eyes shown with concern and tears. She softened and sat up despite her head protesting. Rory opened her mouth to say something to explain herself but nothing came to mind. 

Silence fills the room and Rory racks her brain for something to say, anything to say that might diffuse the tension. She hated making Sebastian feel this way. She sighs again, disappointed in her ability to comfort her best friend.

“I miss you, Rory,” Sebastian whispers, raising his head to look at her. She gape at him, not expecting to hear such a confession. 

“I miss you too,” she quickly responds; grasping at the words as though they're a life preserver in a sea of scrambled thoughts and feelings.

“Then please come back. Stop putting yourself in these predicaments. I know you feel guilty but you don’t need to. You saved the world- isn’t that enough? Why are you still fighting?” His eyes searched hers for what felt like forever. He narrowed his eyes in frustration, “Answer me.”

“There’s still so much hate in this world Sebastian. I can’t have let Fig, let Miriam, let Lodgok-” You choke on the goblin’s name remembering his limp body dropping to stone floor where he died. “They died in pursuit of peace. They entrusted me with preserving the peace. I can’t stop. Not until-”

“Until when? Until you die? Because at the rate you’re going that will become your reality. My reality..” he sucks in a deep breath and drops to his knees in front of her.

“Sebast-” he grabs her face and she freezes in shock at his proximity and boldness.

“Shut up, Rory because I am going to say this only once. I love you. I have loved you since we met in this very spot during our 5th year. I cannot sit here and watch you act like there is nothing left for you because here I am, kneeling in front of you, begging you to come back to me. I cannot breathe when you are gone for I am so worried that you will not return. No one has ever loved me better or known me as well as you do. I have never met a more mesmerizing person in my life; you are the object of every one of my desires. So, I want you, every part of you, the good the bad and everything else in between for the rest of my life. Take a break- ‘Hero of Hogwarts’- and stay here with me because I cannot bear the thought of losing you.” By the end of his speech, Sebastian is breathless and he buries his face in her neck. 

Tears are running down Rory’s face and she places one hand on his neck and another in his hair. Gently she pulls his face back and looks into his eyes. She searches for a trace of doubt or humor- perhaps this was an elaborate prank- but she knew him better than that. 

“I don’t know what to say Sebastian. Just- I love you too.” she gasps out before capturing his lips with her own. Their lips molded against each other in passion and desperation. His hands dropped onto her waist and she groaned as he squeezed a newly formed bruise on her hip. He pulls away softly, moving his hands from her waist to her tear stained face. He wipes away her tears with his thumbs and whispers,

“Tell me again, and I’ll give you this potion.” He dangles a bottle of Wiggenweld in front of her face with a smile. She laughs and moves her head forward, pressing their foreheads against each other.

“I love you, Sebastian” she whispers leisurely against his lips. He kisses her once more before pulling away to allow her to take the vial from him. She downs in in one go and sighs as it warms her body. 

“Thank you,” she says and scoots over allowing him to join her on the couch. He leans her head against his chest and strokes her hair, watching as she drifts asleep. This time she dreams of him.

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Chapter 8 By Honeysucklepink

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Saturday, March 31, the day after Rachel’s Party

“God, it’s about time, Hamhock. I’ve been waiting here forever!” Sebastian was frustrated. He had shown up at The Lima Bean at the assigned time, but if he had known that the Fairy Princess and his friend Aretha Franklin were going to be there, he would have arrived sooner and gotten a table near them to eavesdrop. Instead, they were just leaving when he pulled into the parking lot. When Dave finally arrived, Sebastian’s coffee was already getting cold. Not that it was even good coffee, nothing like what he got in Parisian cafes.

“Relax, Sebastian, it’s been 15 minutes,” Dave said, taking off his jacket and putting it on the chair. “I had to help my dad with some stuff around the house. Wait here. I’m going to get something to drink.”

“Not going anywhere.” Sebastian rolled his eyes but waited, sipping his coffee and wincing. It tasted burnt, but it was still caffeine.

Dave returned with something that looked more like dessert than coffee. “What’s got you so wound up?”

“Nothing. You just missed Bravo’s least favorite Real Housewives side characters leaving.”

“Huh?”

“Ugh. You know, Kurt and that black girl friend of his…”

“Mercedes?”

“Yeah. Whatever. I’ll bet she’s totally in on selling Kurt and Blaine’s fake relationship. We could have spied on them and overheard them plotting.”

“Or they could have overheard us ,” Dave said. “I mean, don’t the two of us look a little suspicious being together?”

“I hate to hand it to you, but you have a point,” Sebastian said. “Okay. Next time, we pick a less conspicuous place.”

“Why do you need to spy on them anyway? Aren’t you getting enough information from their phones? Don’t tell me I broke into Kurt’s locker and copied his SIM card for nothing.”

Sebastian pulled out the burner phone he had been using to monitor Kurt and Blaine’s texts to each other. “You might as well have,” he said, tossing it on the table in between them. “I’ve been reading these for weeks, and I want to die from the boredom. There’s one whole night where they just send each other cheesy pick-up lines. Honestly, they’re barely PG-13. Not even one dick pic I can use for blackmail. Blaine must be dying of sexual frustration.”

“Or sex isn’t as important to him as it is to you.”

“Any guy who says that is lying. Based on these, I certainly don’t think they’re really dating, but it’s not enough. I need more proof. Which is where you come in. Anything from the party the other night?”

“I mean, not really?” Dave shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. “I don’t know if we should be doing this anymore.”

“What? You can’t back out now; we’re so close to catching them in the lie!”

“You didn’t see Kurt the other night,” Dave said. He looked around nervously then leaned in. “At Rachel’s party, Santana decided to start a game of spin the bottle. Frankly, she didn’t give anyone a choice. Anyway, when it was Kurt’s turn to spin…it landed on me.”

“You dog!” Sebastian howled. “What’d you do, put a weight in the bottle or something? And how does he kiss? I bet like some little girl kissing her pony.”

“No. It wasn’t like that. We didn’t kiss at all. In fact, he ran off.” Dave sighed. “I really thought he’d forgiven me for all of it. Maybe he did, but he sure as hell didn’t forget.”

“Forget what?”

“When, um…when I was trying to sort my shit out last year, I took a lot of it… No. I took all of it out on Kurt. I stalked him, threatened him, intimidated him…right up until he stopped being scared of me. One day, I did my daily locker-check on him. You know, putting him in his place in the high school hierarchy. Except this time, he didn’t back down. He didn’t cower like usual. Instead, he chased me down the hallway and followed me into the locker room. He got all up in my face, just screaming at me, like he just…snapped. Telling me I was worthless, I was scared, I was ordinary. And…that’s when I grabbed his face, and I kissed him.”

Fuck. Sebastian wasn’t expecting that. He knew Dave had bullied Kurt, but this was something else. “And what happened next?”

“He pulled away, had this look on his face, like pure…terror. And I think I maybe went back in to kiss him again, like maybe he’d understand that it wasn’t just spontaneous, like I meant it, but he just shoved me again, hard . And that’s when I realized, Fuck. I just outed myself , and I freaked out and ran.”

Sebastian was stunned. He knew Dave was obsessed, but that was a little far. “Dude, you know I’m a grade-A manwhore, and I freely own that shit. But even I get consent first.”

“I know, and I regret it. I really do. I would never pull that kind of thing again with anyone. You know I found out later it had been the first time a guy ever kissed him? I mean, he’d kissed Brittany, but I guess when you’re a gay dude, that doesn’t really count. Well, that and everyone at McKinley has kissed Brittany; even I’ve done that.”

“And now I’m finding out Hummel’s not even a gold-star gay. Shit, today is full of surprises.”

“I don’t know what I’ve been thinking. You should have seen Kurt’s face last night. Like, the idea of kissing me freaked him out so much, it practically disgusted him. He had to run away, the thought of it was so awful. There’s no getting him to date me after that.”

“Wait a minute,” Sebastian said, realizing something but also needing to interrupt Dave’s descent into further self-loathing. “You said Kurt spun the bottle. So, he had to have kissed someone else before he landed on you. Who did he kiss?”

“Blaine. You know, now that I think about it, it was hardly a kiss.”

“How so?”

“I mean, when Blaine showed up with all his prep school buddies, they did this whole sexy, bad boy performance, and it ended with him landing a big kiss on Kurt, like a really intense thing with tongue and stuff. But then it got weird. I think Kurt was avoiding Blaine, but then they both disappeared somewhere, and then during the game, Kurt just gave him a peck. Like the kind I’d give my grandma.”

“Interesting.” Seb pondered. “Could be that Lady Face isn’t big on PDA and was pissed at Blaine. But I’ll bet it’s more like they couldn’t keep up the act all night. So, that means I still have a chance.”

—*—

Monday, April 2

When Kurt got back to school Monday morning, he was a little apprehensive. He had meant to catch up with Blaine in person over the weekend, but apparently, “ Something came up. Family emergency, ” and they texted back and forth all weekend instead. He did find out that what had happened between Nick and Jeff at Rachel’s party had been a huge misunderstanding fueled by Puck’s evil concoction. Rachel had left out of her drunken ramble late Friday night that the bottle game went another couple of rounds and that Brittany had taken over from Dave, landed on Nick, and made out with him a little longer than to Jeff’s liking. Blaine was happy to say that after a little mediation, Nick and Jeff had reconciled. 

Kurt, in turn, had let Blaine know that Mercedes was now in on the ruse and that she wasn’t mad anymore (he didn’t say that Mercedes had offered to play Cupid or that he was happy to let her). So, it seemed that the plan was back on track… Operation Fake Date was still a go, complete with a dual Prom King run. But it still didn’t explain why he hadn’t seen Blaine all weekend or this morning.

It was close to lunchtime by the time Kurt was back at his locker when he sensed Blaine approaching. He turned to see Blaine back in his usual look: gelled hair, a gray striped cardigan, and a snappy bow tie. His jeans were dark and cuffed, not a single rip or tear to be seen. Blaine did a little spin and held out his hands as if on display. “Better?”

“Much. I appreciate the bad boy look as much as anyone, but let’s leave that to Puckerman. I’m happy to see the old ‘Sandy Olsen’ back that I know and love.” Kurt motioned to Blaine’s outfit, and it was then he realized that Blaine’s smile wasn’t reaching his eyes. “Oh, no. What’s wrong? Does this have anything to do with the family emergency you hinted at?”

“Maybe? Yes, actually. It’s just… My brother is back in town. Actually, he’s insisting on coming here and taking me to lunch.”

“Ah, the elusive older brother that I have yet to meet. Does he know you’re ‘dating’ someone?”

“That would require him paying attention to someone who is not himself, so highly unlikely.”

“Blainey!” Kurt and Blaine both turned to the voice that called out down the hall. Kurt’s jaw dropped… Walking towards them was the tall and devastatingly handsome star of the freecreditratingtoday.com/savings commercials! He loved those ads and even had the jingle as his ringtone. He glanced over at Blaine, who looked almost…embarrassed? Why, when they were being approached by the most handsome man in North America (next to Blaine, of course)?

“Cooper,” Blaine said as he accepted a hug from the man. “You didn’t have to come inside the school. I was going to meet you in the parking lot.”

“And miss the opportunity to schmooze with my fans, Squirt? Never. No, that Coach Sue gave me a full hall pass, after signing her breast, of course. Fascinating woman. And who’s this? This the boyfriend that Mom was gushing about?” He held his hand out for Kurt to shake, which he took enthusiastically.

“My boyfriend, yes. Of course, Mom told you.” And Kurt remembered, Oh, right. Gotta keep up the boyfriend thing. “Kurt, this is my brother, Cooper Anderson. Coop, meet Kurt Hummel.”

“He’s your brother? Why didn’t you tell me before?” Kurt shook Cooper’s hand enthusiastically. “I love your commercials!” He could swear he almost heard Blaine murmur, “That’s why ,” but he was still a bit starstruck. 

“Guilty as charged on both counts,” Cooper said, his smile dazzling and oozing with charm. Must run in the family , Kurt guessed. “So, how long have you and my little brother been dating?”

“Cooper, stop,” Blaine groused. Kurt supposed he didn’t count on having to lie to his brother as well. 

Kurt jumped to the rescue. “Not too long. Shortly before Valentine’s. But we’ve been friends for so long, we just sort of fell naturally into it.” He recounted their entire friendship-to-”relationship” story as he and Blaine had created it, told him about the New Directions, and mentioned that many of them were planning to attend performing arts colleges after graduation. 

“Oh, no. Bad idea,” Cooper said. “No, you don’t want to waste time going to school when you could be auditioning and getting into the industry right now! Learning on your feet and all of that, right, Blainey?”

“I wish you would stop calling me that.”

Cooper snapped his fingers. “I got it! Why don’t I come by your Glee class this week, do a couple of free lessons? I’m sure your teacher won’t mind, especially since I’m giving his students the rare opportunity to learn from a professional. The Cooper Anderson Method, exclusively for you guys!”

“I’m sure Mr. Schuester won’t mind at all. I’ll ask him today!”

“Great! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get this squirt to lunch and back in time for, what, history? Calculus? Some other class that has nothing to do with acting?” He playfully nudged Blaine’s head, causing Blaine to smooth down his hair.

“Spanish, actually.”

“Ah, sí! ¡Eso será útil para las telenovelas! Great meeting you, Kurt.”

Blaine waved and mumbled, “Bye,” then turned and walked with Cooper.

As Kurt watched them both walk away, he couldn’t help noticing they both had very attractive butts. That ran in the family, too? Kurt was still hoping that this thing with Blaine would become real someday, but heck. He may be older, but depending how Cooper swung… 

Just… Blaine’s brother was absolutely amazing.

—*—

Thursday, April 5

Blaine’s brother was absolutely infuriating.

When Cooper had called from the airport on Saturday with a “Surprise!” and an apology for missing their grandmother’s birthday (“I was auditioning for a super secret project, and the director’s name just might rhyme with Bichael May ”), Blaine could have forgiven him, even though it meant missing spending the rest of the weekend with Kurt. But showing up at his school, flirting with everyone (but especially Kurt), and everyone making googly-eyes at Cooper (but especially Kurt) was making him ill. It just reminded him that Cooper was the special one, and Blaine was just… Blaine.

After they had lunch that day (where Cooper humiliated him by testing out his awful accents on the poor Breadstix waitress), Kurt told him that Mr. Schue had okayed Cooper coming to class that week as a way to dissuade the seniors from doing Skip Day. Now, Blaine had to sit in the choir room while Cooper gave acting lessons. Worse, he watched as all of his classmates gobbled up all of his bad guidance with a spoon. Pointing, speaking loudly, ignoring your scene partner? This was terrible advice. And Kurt was writing notes, lapping it up voraciously. Blaine had thought there were hints of Kurt reciprocating his feelings, especially at Rachel’s party. Heck, he was pretty sure they were going to kiss again until Mercedes showed up. But now? All he could remember was Kurt begging him to do the Duran Duran medley with Cooper on Tuesday. Hearing “You’re both so handsome and good!” should have made him feel better. But it didn’t. Actually, for a split second, he wondered if Kurt didn’t want them both (to which he shivered an “Ew!” to himself).

He probably could have held in his outburst during their practice run of an NCIS scene, but when Cooper looked at him with a straight face and said, “A man in a dress is dead,” he couldn’t take it anymore.

“God, Cooper, why do you have to be like this?!?!” he yelled.

“There you go, Squirt! Now, point while you’re yelling!”

Ugh, he really didn’t get it. “I’m not acting, Coop. This is actually me actually yelling at you!” Now, the rest of the Glee Club was focused on them, awkwardly standing by. Even Tina was frozen on the floor, unsure if she should sit up or keep playing dead. “Ever since we were kids, you’ve had to turn everything into a competition, and I was never good enough. It was always, ‘You need to watch your rhythm, Blaine,’ ‘Try to keep up, Blaine,’ ‘Blaine, you need to focus.’ Never once did I get support!”

Cooper looked like he’d been hit with a brick. “Blaine, of course, I support you. I just wanted you to reach your potential.”

“Then tell me when I’m doing well! It’s always about what I’m not doing right! And then, I have to watch you waltz into my school, watch everyone fall all over themselves because you’re so charming, watch Kurt practically salivate over you. God you even cast your spell over my own boyfriend…” Well, now he was exposing himself… So what if it was the truth? It was what he and Kurt were convincing everyone of, right? “I’m done with this, Cooper, done with you .” And at that, he stormed off.

Blaine went to the locker room first to take out his frustrations on the punching bag. He threw as many punches that he could, throttling the bag until his shoulders and hands ached. He hit the shower afterward, turning the water to as hot as he could stand it. He let the steam and the pressure pound into his muscles and his lungs, but it didn’t completely release the frustration he felt toward Cooper, Kurt, or himself. He toweled off, got dressed, reapplied his gel, then made his way to the auditorium, where he did the only other thing he could think of when his emotions were too much…sing them out. 

When he finished the last lines of “Fighter,” he heard applause from the wings.

“Should have known I would find you here,” Kurt said as he stepped out onto the stage.

“I’m fine.” Blaine shrugged.

“As a wise man once told me, ‘fine’ doesn’t sing like you just sung,” Kurt said. “That was quite the outburst you had in the choir room. Nice touch dragging me into it, by the way. But I know that wasn’t all about me. Want to talk about it?”

“It’s just… Cooper . He has to be so handsome and talented and charming and enigmatic, and I’ve watched you trip over your own feet at the mere sight of him all week. I mean, his acting advice isn’t even that good.”

Kurt looked…amused? “Blaine, are you jealous?”

“What? No, of course not. I’m… Okay. Maybe a little.” Blaine had to admit it; he was totally jealous of Kurt’s crush on Cooper, mainly because it wasn’t on him. Maybe this was his chance to open up, tell Kurt exactly how he really felt? But ugh, in the middle of the hallway between classes was not the way he wanted to do it. Kurt deserved romance and wooing. This wasn’t the right time. So… “Cooper just has this ability to make everybody love him and make me feel like, well, not that.” There. That was technically the truth, too.

“Blaine, Cooper is handsome and charming, sure, but he’s not you ,” Kurt said. “And by the way, everybody in that choir room loves you, too. Cooper was just something new and shiny; that’s all. And if I’m being totally honest? Yeah. He’s a little full of himself.”

“He is,” Blaine nodded. 

“Speaking of people who love you… A little birdie told me he might be waiting back in the choir room. Don’t worry. The rest of the Glee Club already left. You two need to really talk. I think you touched a nerve; he was pretty upset.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really. You know, he really does think you’re talented. He just didn’t know how to tell you. I have a feeling he’s open to finding another way than what he’s been doing.”

Blaine hoped that was the case. His brother infuriated him, but he still loved the guy. “Are you going home?”

“No. Need to stop by the garage first. See you later?”

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dave Karofsky awkwardly hovering near the back auditorium door. Blaine acted quickly. “Of course, you will, honey,” he said before he leaned in to Kurt without warning and kissed him softly on the lips. He nestled his face into Kurt’s neck just long enough to whisper, “Dave’s watching,” before finishing a hug, taking the opportunity to inhale Kurt’s scent. He then went in search of his brother to put out the other fire he had started.

He found Cooper in the choir room, right where he’d left him. He was sitting at the piano (apparently Brad had cleared out, too), plinking out the opening notes to another Duran Duran song and murmuring the lyrics to himself. “Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue…”

“Thought I heard you talking softly,” Blaine finished the line.

Cooper startled slightly and stopped, turning on the bench. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Blaine said, his head bent, eyes down. “Look…

“I’m sorry.” 

“I’m so sorry…”

Cooper laughed at their unintended synchronicity. “Um, you first.”

Blaine shook his head, but said, “Okay. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, especially in front of everyone. I think I embarrassed both of us.”

“You probably did,” Cooper agreed. “But also, I guess I deserved it. Maybe you were right. I guess I just wanted you to do well so badly that I focused more on correcting your mistakes than all the ways you were already talented.”

“You…you think I’m talented?”

“Squirt, if I didn’t think you were, you think I would bother pushing you so hard to succeed?” Cooper stood up. “Blaine, I’ve been in Hollywood for years , and my big break is a commercial that airs during Dr. Phil and late-night, syndicated reruns of CSI: Miami . But you…with your Disney Prince looks? Your voice and stage presence? You’re gonna take it all by storm. Movies, music, Broadway…”

“I thought Broadway was dead. Your words.”

“You’ll single-handedly revive it. I just wanted you to be the absolute best. And everyone can use some improvement, like your dancing.”

“Coop…”

“What I’m trying to say is, I assumed you already knew how good you were at the other stuff. But I guess everyone needs some reassurance every now and then. So, this is me saying it. Blaine, you are awesome, and I can’t wait to see what you do next.”

“Thanks, Cooper.” Blaine and Cooper met in a hug. 

Cooper patted Blaine’s shoulder and said to him, “And by the way, that boyfriend of yours is a keeper. Hold on to him.”

“Huh?” Blaine pulled from the hug.

“Kurt. Let me tell you, after you left, he tore into me. Said I was being ungrateful and unfair to you and how you were right, that I was focused on the negative and not seeing all the wonderful things you are.”

Blaine blinked. Wonderful ? “Things like what?”

“Like how you’ll do anything for your friends, that you’re probably the most talented and gorgeous guy he’s ever met, and that I don’t know how lucky I am to have you for a brother.”

“Well, he’s right on that last one.”

“And on the others, too. Don’t sell yourself short.”

Blaine smiled. If Kurt really did think all of those things…was there a chance?

Cooper walked back to sit at the piano. “Now, how about one more Duran Duran number…for the road?”

“Sure. Why not?” Blaine said, leaning on the other side. “And after, we can work on your audition tape.”

“Audition?”

“For the Michael Bay movie. I think you might sell yourself short, too, Cooper. If anyone belongs in the Transformers franchise it’s you.”

“Thanks, Squirt.”

As they started over again on “Ordinary World,” Blaine couldn’t help but let his imagination drift back to what Kurt had apparently told Cooper. And if he had really ripped into him like he had said, he was either a great actor… or both of their outbursts tended to reveal truth in anger.

Note from GleefuldarrenCrissFan: The next chapter, written by starpunchsoup, will be posted Saturday morning. This fic is completely finished, thanks to Teddyshoney, who edited each chapter. Don't forget to leave a review and let the author know your thoughts.

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Anna watches S03xE03 for the first time (warning: spoilers!)

Bash and baby chicks. It’s what I deserve tbh.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, Bash and Mary are couple goals. I love the writers for creating Bash but did we really need more unrealistic men.

So Mary isn’t sick sick, yay!! So we’re gonna get fluff instead of angst, whoop, whoop!!

Baby Delly is the cutest thing

UNCLE GILBERT

GILBERT CAN’T COOK HAHAHAHAHA

Oh no, did Mary get an infection caused by her cut? Maybe this will be angst. I refuse to believe something bad is going to happen to Mary. I WILL RIOT.

IS BABY DELLY GONNA BE STAYING WITH THE CUTHBERTS? THIS IS THE BEST.

Matthew holding Delphine? I am soft™ 

Anne’s still salty at Marilla, but omg Mary teaches her how to cook!!

ANNE’S GOING OVER THERE YAAAAAAAA BOOOOOOOOOOOI.

THEY’RE LEAVING MATTHEW ALONE WITH DELLY. HEAVEN HELP US.

Anne smiled at Gilbert!! THAT SMILE.

I swaer I’ve read this fanfiction somewhere but I AM HERE FOR IT.

MATTHEW AND DELLY. I CAN’T. HE’S SHOWING HER EVERYTHING. ‘Barn.’, ‘Horse’, ‘Goat’, ‘Jerry!’

Matthew is the purest man ever.

ANNE AND MARY. THIS IS LIKE A FANFICTION, BUT OH BOY I’M NOT COMPLAINING.

SHE CALLS HER ‘Trouble’ HELP ME.

Charlie is a know it all? I LOVE MY SON.

OF COURSE JOSIE PYE IS RACIST.

RUBY AND MOODY?? HERE. FOR. THIS.

OH. WE’RE CALLING HER ‘WINNIE’ NOW?? STOP WITH THE NICKNAMES PLZ AND THANK.

OH NO. PLEASE DON’T MAKE THE ILLNESS SOMETHING SERIOUS.

Annae and Delly, just pure perfection. 

THE CUTHBERT’S AND DELLY, I WON’T MAKE IT THROUGH THIS EPISODE ALIVE.

PLEASE NO. WHAT IS IT? WHAT’S THE ILLNESS? It must be some kind of infection, right??

If Mary dies I honestly don’t know what I’ll do. They can’t.

A SEPSIS INFECTION?? NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.

PLEASE NO.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

WHY??

WHY?

SO IT WAS ANGST AFTER ALL. IF THEY KILL MARY I WILL - 

Shirbert are gonna walk together.

PLEASE DON’T FIGHT.

YES ANNE, COMFORT HIM LIKE ONLY YOU KNOW HOW. 

THIS IS TOO MUCH.

MARY AND DELLY.

SHIRBERT. ARE HUGGING. THEY’RE HUGGING. THEY’RE HUGGING. THEY’RE HUGGING. TIGHTLY.

THIS IS WHAT I WANTED, BUT WHY THE TERRIBLE CIRCUMSTANCES????

So Mary’s resigned herself to her death. Please they have to do something?? Please, please, please, please, please, please! PLEASE!!

Anne telling Mary to write Delphine a letter, I hope that letter won’t ever be needed.

A residential school to “save” Natives? YUCK.

Gil and Mary ‘Make sure you marry for love’ I HOPE YOU DO GILLY.

ELIJAH IS IN AMERICA NO.

Oh wait he’s not. He was just hiding like a COWARD.

I’m so happy Mary’s friends are there to help her and make her laugh.

‘What will I do without her?’ *weeps bitterly*

This episode isn’t even over and I’m already emotionally exhausted. Mary can’t die. She can’t.

YES BARRYS. COME THROUGH.

Bash snuggling up behind Mary and Delly, ‘Say “Hello Papa”’ END IT NOW. WHY WOULD MOIRA DO THIS? IT’S ALL TOO MUCH. THE PAIN.

NO KA’KWET, DON’T GO TO BOARDING SCHOOL. THIS ISN’T GOING TO END WELL.

‘I don’t wanna die’ Mary’s been so strong and now she finally breaks. Please, can she not die?? Please,please, please. I don’t know what I’ll do, I’m so stressed out rn.

‘Sebastion Lacroix, my great love’. 

Guys, idk if I can finish this episode.

ANNE DECORATED A HAT FOR MARY.

‘Beautiful’ I KNOW YOU MEAN THAT IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE GILBERT.

THIS WHOLE THING IS SO BEAUTIFUL, WHY DID WE HAVE TO GET THE HORRIBLE CIRCUMSTANCES??

BABY DELLY IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I WANNA DIE. HER IN THAT FLOWER CROWN. 

‘She looks like a chocolate candy’ I -

Anne has such a gorgeous voice, like an angel.

PLEASE TELL ME MARY DIDN’T DIE.

SHE DID DIDN’T SHE?

GUYS I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

I’M GOING TO CRY.

PLEASE.

NO, PLEASE.

GUYS IDK WHAT TO DO.

HELP ME.

LORD HELP ME.

[barnes-natasha]

i’m so tired... (Sebastian Stan X Reader)

Loosely based on the song:: i’m so tired... by Lauv & Troye Sivan

Warnings: None? Swearing? FLUFF? Drinking? (and that’s about it)

Sebastian asks you to go with him to a Valentine’s Day party where you overthink, and you guys do way too many shots. Best Friends to possibly lovers?? ;)

WORDS: 1,834

This is my first fic in a few years so be gentle :)

NOTE: its 4am and I haven’t proof-read this so I’m hoping grammarly caught all the stuff that needs fixing, I’ll check in the morning (as in like 3pm when I wake up)

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You slid the glass door that led to the balcony open hoping to get away from the noise and the couples seemingly spread throughout the house. They were in the kitchen flirting, in the hallway just not getting enough of each other, and in the living room dancing and grinding on each other like there’s no tomorrow.

You found yourself at a party on Valentine’s Day hosted by one of Sebastian's costars. He thought it’d be so cute to throw a party to celebrate the movie’s completion and how could anyone forget love. 

Sebastian and his long term girlfriend broke up just a few months ago and he dreaded the idea of going alone. While you were helping him run scenes last week, he asked if you’d come.

---

“Come on please, it’ll be fun. We can drink and be miserably single together. Plus the view from the balcony is to die for.” Sebastian put on his puppy dog eyes and a pleading expression. 

You sighed, “You know I hate Valentine’s Day.”

“Yes, but I am your best friend and you love me, and I’m begging. I’ll even get on my knees.” Sebastian dropped down in front of you. 

“Get up you dork, Obviously I’ll go with you.” 

Sebastian stood up and hugged you. 

“But only because you begged.”

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This party was pretty much anything but fun. While you and Sebastian found a way to enjoy yourselves by more than indulging in the bar, it just seemed sad and pathetic. You had more than enough shots at this point and Sebastian excused himself to use the bathroom, promising to be back before you knew it. You took this opportunity to check out the view you were promised.

The apartment stood in the heart of downtown Manhattan a few streets up from Wall Street and the One World Trade Center building.

You lean on the railing looking at the skyscrapers towering over you as if you weren’t high extremely high up enough already.

Some sappy love song playing from the party still going on behind you was practically on the verge of giving you a headache, of course, the alcohol wasn’t helping either. 

The sounds of the city brought you into your thoughts. You knew you were being dramatic about the whole Valentine’s Day party thing, but you were just so sick of being alone. You went to your apartment at night, alone. You wake up, alone. Sure you were happy being single, you really were, but the idea of being with someone walking through life together, just made you happy. Someone to be there for you, to love you, and support you unconditionally. The idea made you smile out onto the lighted landscape around you. 

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to hear the sliding door open and the music intensifying before muffling once more. 

“To die for right?” Sebastian’s voice was soft behind you.

“Yeah, It’s pretty damn incredible. Living here, you become so caught up in the pace of life. Going to and fro every day. You forget the marvel in your heart, ya know? Millions of people visit here to see stuff like this,” You motioned towards the skyline and the still busy Friday night streets hundreds of feet below you. “ We are lucky enough to live here, and we take for granted the sights that stand right in front of us.”

A small chuckle fell from Sebastian’s lips as he finally joins you at the railing. “Did someone sneak you some weed while I was gone?”

“No.” You laughed with him. “Just...thinking.”

“What are you thinking about?” Sebastian looked over to you.

“Am I wasting my life?” 

“What do you mean?”

“I just- I mean, look at you, you’re a fucking successful actor! You have millions of fans and your life is just, stuff like this” You motioned to the party behind you. “And I just, I sit around for you to want to hang out with me.” You laugh at how ridiculous you sound but it’s been said already. “I mean I suck at relationships, and friendships, and making connections. I don’t even have many other people in my life. One day you’re gonna decide that you want to go and spend time with fancy actors and actresses, and I’ll just be here. Sitting, and waiting, and hoping someone will fall into my life.” You sigh and put your head in your hands.

“Hey, hey.” Sebastian turned towards you, placing his left hand on your arm. “You’re spiraling. Stop thinking so much. Can I give you something to show you how important you are to me?”

You nodded your head, still in your hands. 

Sebastian brought his other hand from behind his back to show a small bunch of roses. You turned a saw the small bouquet and looked up at his face.

“Please tell me you didn’t spend money on these.”

“No,” Sebastion smiled and nodded towards the party. “I stole them from one of the vases on the counter. I figured nobody would miss them.” He took a step closer and placed a quick kiss on your cheek while holding the roses out to you. “It’s a thank you for coming with me. I know you hate big parties and Valentine’s Day, but it is just a day.”

“Yeah sure, but it’s what it symbolizes. I’m gonna die alone, and be by myself for Valentine’s Day forever...” You grab the roses and smell them. “These are great thank you.”

The song inside changes to a louder heartfelt ballad.

“Oh, and all these stupid love songs! You know, I’m soo tired of love songs. They are all the same and just bullshit.” You took a second to look back down at the flowers and you smiled.

Why were you complaining when the greatest man you’ve ever known is here with you right now? At this moment you decided to let the negative dramatics rest for the night. 

“I’m sorry Seb, I don’t really know what’s got into me tonight.” You sat down on the bench placed behind you. “Thank you for these, they really are great.”

Sebastian sat next to you, again turning to face you. 

“What you said earlier, about being alone on Valentine’s Day. Well, you aren’t today. I’m here.” Sebastian put a hand on your leg. “You will never be replaced in my life. You are, the most important person in my life.”

You locked eyes with him as he said this.

“I’m telling your mom you said that.”

“I’m being serious. I need- want you in my life.”

You thought your mind was still fairly clear, that you weren’t overcome with drunkenness, but when you saw admiration in his eyes as he said this, you knew you must be drunk. You tried to shut your brain off. 

“I can promise you that. I’m not letting you go anywhere.” Sebastian smiled after speaking and gave your knee a squeeze. 

You stared at each other for a few seconds, unsure of what was happening between you two tonight, feeling the tension build on this open balcony. 

Breaking the silence you spoke, “Okay, okay I’ll stop thinking. I believe you.” You laughed and nudged his shoulder with yours before looking back at the buildings in front of you. You could still feel Sebastian’s gaze on the side of your face. 

“What?” You laughed and looked back to him. He chuckled to himself.

“Nothing.” Sebastian turns and looks out the balcony. “I’d like to have an apartment like this one day.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Ya know, we could take out like 30 loans, and I’ll do 1,000 more movies and we might be able to afford it. But we’ll have to split the mortgage.”

“You know what kid, that sounds like a good plan. 

“Kid?” Sebastian laughed. “I’m 7 years older than you.”

“Yeah but I’m more mature.”

Sebastian pretended to be offended, but nodded and leaned back onto the bench. You sat closer to him and set your head on his shoulder. I yawn fell from your lips, as you looked down again to the flowers.

“You tired?” Sensation moved his arm to rest on your shoulder and rub your arm.

“A little bit...Did you really steal these?”

“Oh, absolutely doll. So we should probably leave soon before people start coming after us.”

“Um correction, you. They’ll be coming after you”

“Well you’re holding them now, so you’re an accessory.” 

You playfully hit his arm before he shifted and stood up. He reached out a hand to you and helped you stand.

“Maybe a couple more shots before we leave, ya know for the journey.” Your smile is returned by Sebastian.

You both head inside and take a few more shots before Sebastian leads you out of the apartment and into the elevator. After a 20-minute cab ride and a small nap on Sebastian’s shoulder, you arrived at his building. He helped you out of the car, carrying your flowers. Once you were back into his apartment you collapsed on the couch.

“I’m too drunk and tired to...to...I don’t even know what I’m trying to say anymore.” You call out to Sebastian as he walks into his bedroom, returning with a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

“Do you wanna change by yourself or do you want help?” Sebastian’s speech slowed significantly, his brain working twice as hard to form words, intoxication had taken over.

“Help me.” You lifted your arms, not moving from your position. “Seb, we should NOT have taken those for the road shots. That’s what did it. They’ve ruined us.”

Sebastian nodded, unable to speak. He then got onto the couch and helped you into a sitting position and helped you out of your clothes and into his. 

“Alright,” Sebastian sat right in front of you. “Wrap your arms around my neck.” 

“Why?”

“I’m gonna bring you into my room and put you to bed.”

“Oh, You’re like my servant. This is fun.” You laughed obnoxiously and wrapped your arms around his neck. Sebastian grabbed your legs and carried you piggyback into his room, stumbling only a few steps.

“Sir, I do believe you’re drunk.”

“You’re such a dork.” Sebastian laughed and set you on his bed, lifting his covers and you slid under them.

“Are you staying with me?” 

“Yeah, let me just change, go to sleep and I’ll be right back.” Sebastian walked into his bathroom, you rolled onto your side and closed your eyes. A few moments later you heard the sound of glasses of water being set on the bedside tables and felt the blankets move as Sebastian got into bed himself and laid next to you. You reached your arm out and used him as leverage to pull yourself closer to him, nuzzling into his side. He wrapped an arm around you pulling you closer to him. After a few more moments you felt Sebastian’s face against your hair.

“Hey are you sleeping?” He whispered against your ear.

You had no energy to answer him, so you stayed silent and simply nodded your head.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Mmm?”

Gaining courage with a blood alcohol content well over the legal limit, and confidence that neither of you will remember this in the morning, Sebastian kissed your hair and whispered.

“I think... I think... I’m in love with you, kinda think I always was, and I’ll never let you be alone on Valentine’s Day.. or any day.”

[daisywords]

Characters But No Plot?

I’ve been struggling with the exact same issue for a long time, and now I feel like my wip is finally emerging (albeit slowly) from its chrysalis with maybe some semblance of a plot !? so here’s what I’ve learned:

So you have characters? lovely.

You have a setting? amazing.

You don’t have anything remotely resembling a plot? relatable, my dude.

So here’s what we’re going to do:

Step 1: feel out the general aesthetic/baseline that you want the plot to involve—epic battles? ocean’s-eleven-esqe heist? long meandering quest? political intrigue? lots of romance? tons of secrets? self discovery? solving mysteries? petty drama?

how big of a scale will this plot be on? what are the stakes?

is the fate of the world at risk? or just the fate of a relationship? are multiple countries in play, or do the characters never leave their small town?

This will depend on the characters you have, if their backstories are already fleshed out. And obviously the setting and worldbuilding you’ve already done.

Don’t be afraid to have a tight story with relatively small stakes. Not everything has to be about saving the whole world. On the other hand, if you’re really feeling juggling all the politics and diplomacy across an entire continent, you do you.

Step 2: Mash your setting and characters. It’s time to get more specific with all your enlightenment from step one.

Think about your setting, your world—what kinds of problems could exist that match the kind of plot you wanted in step one?

Which problems would specifically apply/relate to your characters?

Specific is the key. Don’t just give me “a war” or “a monster” or “an oppressive government.” Give me “Tina can’t get the supplies she needs for her healing spells because the collapse of a neighboring country’s government really did a number on the safety/success rate of trade routes” or “Prince Gary’s four older brothers have all mysteriously died, and now he’s the heir to the throne, even though he’s been raised in a monastery since he was three and has no idea what’s going on.”

Step 2.5: Why is your main character the Main Character? Or: Make the Stakes Personal

Part of specific is specific to your character. Your protagonist doens’t need to be some over-candied mary sue chosen one. But they need to be relevant. So make the plot/problem relevant to them, in a way that it isn’t relevant to others.

Sure, Tina could just shut her witch-doctor business down, except now her sister has the plague and she really needs that healing spell, so Tina’s just going to have to journey into anarchy-land to get that frickin flower, now isn’t she

Gary could just do what he’s told and shrug his shoulders’ except looks like his brothers were assassinated and he’s the next target. Hard to relax when you’re personally fearing for your life and can’t trust anyone around you.

Except maybe things aren’t working out. Maybe you don’t want to write about Tina or Gary as your precious MC.

Maybe you want to write about a young apprentice named Jane, or a cowardly monk named Sebastian.

So maybe little Jane is the one with the sick sister, the one who begs Tina for the cure, and sets off to find that missing ingredient when Tina explains the problem.

Or maybe Sebastian, Gary’s friend from the monastery is brought along as court scholar, and it’s he who has to prevent Gary’s assassination, because Gary won’t believe that he’s in danger.

Basically: What motivates your MC to get involved in all this nasty business in the first place?

Step 3: Who/What is your antagonist?

You know that problem? The one that’s going to suck for your poor little protagonist? Put a face on it. You might already have a fleshed out antagonist. Great.

(You might not want one specific person, and that’s fine. Man vs. society, man vs. nature, etc. stories can be great and you do you. But I’m going to discuss this like a single person for now.)

Ok so the problem. It’s now caused by a person. Was this intentional, or just a side effect of some bigger plan? What is that plan? What is concrete thing is motivating the antagonist? What inner desire is motivating the antagonist?

Warlord Ren, who overthrew Westland’s government, doesn’t care about Jay’s sister. He probably isn’t even aware that people in Eastland can’t get their medicine. He definitely isn’t doing any of this to hurt Jane. In fact Warlord Ren is the leader of a once-marginalized group in Westland, who were sick of being treated as second-class citizens. Warlord Ren is out for revenge. Violent Revenge.

Lizzy, Gary’s first cousin once-removed, has a two-year-old son who just happens to be next in line for the throne after Gary. If her son were to become the heir, she could be guaranteed lifelong financial security and independence—and the ability to leave her terrible marriage. Too bad so many people have to die.

Step 4: What logical step would your protagonist take to solve their problem?

This is where things start being a plot. Like you get real events.

It goes like this: action > consequence > (re)action > consequence etc etcetec

Once the consequences extend wide enough that they affect the antagonist, that’s when we get the actual protagonist vs. antagonist dynamic we know and love.

So the consequences can start being actions of the antagonist as well.

There’s safety in numbers, so Jane teams up with a caravan also trying to cross Westland. But they turn out to be thieves, who rob her blind the first night on the road.

Sebastian, worried about Gary being poisoned, insists on being present for the entire preparation and serving process of anything Gary eats. However, Gary finds this unnecessary and frustrating, causing friction in their friendship. Better/worse yet, Lizzy hears about this arrangement, and thus knows that Sebastian is on her trail. Maybe she’ll try to discredit him, or get him thrown out of court. Maybe she’ll even frame him for an assassination attempt.

Step 4.5: Put your characters where the action is.

I feel like this is one of the main problems people run into when they kinda have the basis of a plot (the problem) but no real events: The most interesting things are happening elsewhere and are heard about in passing, instead of actually becoming those real plot events.

Bonus: Not sure where the action is? Try this: put your characters where the antagonist is.

This seems obvious, but sometimes it’s hard, because you have to reframe the concept you’ve had in your head for so long. You have to be flexible. You have to be willing to deviate from your original vision. You also have to maneuver things around sometimes in unexpected ways. But guess what? You’re in charge.

Maybe Warlord Ren is up to some wicked schemes. You wanted your story to be all about Jane’s quest through Westland. But if Jane just keeps traveling through different towns and getting stuck in different shenanigans, she’s never going to even hear about those wicked schemes, let alone be put into direct conflict with Warlord Ren. So we sacrifice our journey narrative a little to really spice things up: Jane joins Ren’s army. After all, she was just robbed; if she joins just until the next paycheck, she’ll be able to have the means to continue her journey.

Sebastian, a court scholar, wouldn’t be along on a hunting trip, right? so I guess he’s just have to hear about Gary’s near-death “accident” after the fact, right? Wrong. Turns out Gary feels bad after their fight about “poison paranoia” and invites Sebastian along on the trip. It’s very unconventional, but Gary wasn’t raised as a prince, remember? And the crown prince gets what he wants. Good thing Sebastion is going to be right next to Gary to keep that accident just “nearly fatal” instead of full-on fatal.

Step 5: Reexamine the problem(s)

So things should have escalated by now. Maybe the initial problem is what drew our MC into this whole mess, but things should be a lot messier by now.

So we’re supposed to have a climax, right? But how?

Do not fear, friend. Here’s what we need:

- The most exciting/action based problem

- The problem that tests your character/engages internal conflict the most

- the original problem (from the beginning)

And now put them in the blender. Turn it on. That’s good. A good smoothie. It’s climax flavored. It’s exciting. It’s action-packed. It’s emotionally compelling. It’s structurally sound and resonant.

Jane has turned out to be quite a capable soldier. She’s managed to get quite high in the ranks, and has managed to impress Warlord Ren himself. The trouble is, she’s had to do more and more things she feels wrong about, and is slowly losing the ability to justify her actions based on her desire to save her sister. She’s also witnessed the harsh punishments given to attempted deserters, which makes her plan to join only for a little while seem less feasible. Now, Jane’s been given an assignment to lead a squadron on a killing spree, of people who she suspects are just innocent civilians. If she follows orders, she will be awarded a high-ranking position, granting her the ability to ensure a safe trade route so her sister an finally get her medicine. But this still doesn’t feel right…

Lizzy has successfully framed Sebastion for attempting to assassinate Gary. Sebastian is now facing execution. His friendship with Gary is severely damaged, maybe even beyond repair. Gary believes that he really is guilty. But that’s not all: Sebastian knows that Lizzy has plans to kill Gary herself that very night, while he is locked in the dungeon. Even if he manages to break out, Sebastian has always been a nonviolent pacifist. Will he choose to use violence in order to save his friend, even thought Gary doesn’t trust him?

Step 6: Resolve Everything

And that’s all, folks

[forsakenfray-blog]

The Mortal Instruments fancast.

the world of Cassandra Clare is perhaps one of the most complex and extensive fictional worlds out there.It has the perfect amount of humor and utopia that is needed to form a expanding world like it is.This list is how in my opinion the Shadowhunter Characters would look like in live-action.I used some characters from the show but most of them i have picked by myself.

Clary Fray

In the books clary id described as being petite and rather mundane looking and therefore lacks the certain confidence most shadowhunters her age posses.I feel like Elle Fanning (in the movie Ginger and rosa) resembles Clary the most (minus the freckles) i never really understood what people saw in Lily Collins as far as looks go and regarding katherine mcnamara i think she fits Clary more then lily ever did however Ellie Fanning in Ginger and Rosa will always be my top pick!

Jace Herondale

Alex Pettyfer is considered the most common pick for book fans and i don’t think i really need an explenation here.I MEAN LOOK AT HIM HE IS JACE PERIOD.He is everything Cassie described Jace to be and i will never change my mind ty

Alec Lightwood

I loved Matthew Daddario as Alec in the show and even tho he doesn’t have blue eyes like book Alec i didn’t find myself minding that he plays the brooding shadowhunter perfectly :))

Isabelle Lightwood

Same goes for Izzy  Emeraude Toubia is the spitting image of izzy in my opinion and  she did an a great job playing her :)))))))))))))

Magnus Bane

Just like the lightwood siblings i think Harry Shum jr really nailed the magnus vibe that godfrey gao just didn’t in the movie he couldn’t be a better magnus and matty and harry will always be my #malec 

Simon Lewis

I LOVE ALBERTO RESENDE IN THE SHOW he just nails simon personality and look wise and im really glad the producers picked him :))

Valentine Morgenstern

OKAY SO SMALL RANT FOR A MINUTE in the books Valentine is described as having :  sharp features, an almost triangular face with a hard, pointed chin, black eyes, and HAIR IT WAS SO FAIR NEARLY WHITE!! he wasn’t bald like he is shown in the show and he did not look like a pirate as shown in the movies HE LOOKED SOMETHING LIKE THAT ^^^^^.Don’t get me wrong im all for small changes here and there and in my opinion i consider open to book to movie and book to show changes i feel like a a live version adaptation should change some things here and there but i just cringe everytime i watch the movie and as far as acting goes ALAN VAN SPRANG FROM THE SHOW IS AMAZING but look wise no.

Young Valentine

So initally lucky blue smith was my pick for Sebastion but as i was finding more actors i choose someone else for seb and striclty on looks lucky fits the description.

Jocelyn Fairchild

probs one of the few casting from the movie i actually liked :))

Young Jocelyn Fairchild

i love holland in teen wolf and even tho i didn’t see her as clary i saw her more of a baby Jocelyn 

Lucian Greymark

i really liked him in the movie and even tho i did not mind Isiah Mustafa in the show on the contrary he was one of the best actors since this is a stricly book character description i figured i would include how i picture book luke irl

Young Lucian Greymark

Logan lerman in the percy jackson movies was just amazing and i really feel like is the spitting image on young luke

Aline Penhallow

when i first saw Kira in teen wolf i just thought of everyones favourite lesbian Aline.

Helen Blackthorn

I always thouhgt gabriella wilde has the helen blackthorn look and she just fits her description perfectly 

Hodge Starkweather

SO RANT NUMBER TWO hodge is known to be the YOUNGEST MEMBER OF THE CIRLCE so why they casted an old man in the movie is beyond me 

Young Hodge Starkweather

when i was reading tales from shadowhunter academy and was reading about lil hodge i just quickly imagined him :

Amatis Herondale

i also see her as being Amatis for some reason idk

Young Amatis Herondale

she just has the typical greymark blue eyes (and she looks like logan in my opinion sooo)

Stephen Herondale

at this point in my life most blondes with blue eyes will give me herondale vibes.He was amazing in reign and if there ever will be a book about the circle I WILL IMAGINE HIM

Céline Montclair 

I CAN WRITE A 500 WORD ESSAY ON HOW CELINE DESERVED BETTER 

Maia Roberts

she will always be my Maia i luv her

Jordan Kyle

can u tell i luv teen wolf?

Bat Valsequez 

everyones fav true Alpha will make an amazing bat

Raphael Santiago

I CAN ALSO WRITE A ESSAY ON HOW RAPHI DESERVED BETTER I LOVE HIM WHY DID HE DIE SCREW U SEB

Sebastion Verlac aka Jonathon morgenstern

everyones favourite pro-inest psycho 

[sonofadeanwinchester]

Shape Of You

Summary:  Sassy you .. meet sassy Sebastian Stan.

Words: 5037 (got a little carried away)

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Tags: @221bshrlocked @potterhead1265 @pawallday @shellymaesworld @titty-teetee @chameerah

"Girl! Come on, we're gonna miss all the fun!" My friend Cheryl yelled from down the street as I rolled my eyes and sauntered towards her. "Stop rolling those damn blue baby's at me."

"Fuck you. This is stupid, Cher." I flicked through my Facebook quickly, distracting myself.

"Listen to me, I need a distraction to get over him. Okay? Just please. You're my best friend and I need you right now. I need to dance my broken hearted ass off on the dance floor while I grind some guy that is either twenty years my senior or too damn young to be in the club, okay?" She had a pouty face on and I sighed, nodding. She squealed and giggled, "that's why you're my bestie."

"Right." I chuckled and followed close behind her into this new club 5th & Mad. The line wasn't too long so we stood there and chatted lightly about what to expect in there. "I don't know, maybe like shitty dance music and drunk dicks who wanna grind you? Like every other fucking dance club?"

"Girl, stop being like that! Jesus!" She cocked a perfectly arched brow at me and flashed a megawatt smile at the bouncer. He winked and let us in no problem.

 "Well, that was easy!" Cheryl spotted someone she knew across the room and excused herself, filing between sweaty bodies that were rubbing together to the upbeat music of DNCE.

"Right, well, dancing isn't my thing. I'll be the bar." I yelled after her and she nodded, waving a hand in my direction. "Fucking great." I squeezed between three guys arguing about something along the lines of sports and ordered a beer. I was never the kind of girl who had all these shitty girlie drinks and flaunted my stuff around. Beer, wings and a good hockey game was all I required to get going. "Thanks." I nodded my head in appreciation.

The three guys beside me were getting a little too close for comfort and their voices raised octaves. "Jesus man, don't you know sports!" One guy yelled, slurring his words and spilling beer onto my shoulder.

"Fuck off bro, this is a brand new shirt." I shoved him away and her turned towards me.

"I'm sorry?" His eyes were glossy and his sneer evil. "Beautiful lady say something?"

I snorted, "I said fuck off. This is brand new shirt. Don't want your cheap ass beer on it."

The guy on his right started howling in laughter, "you're feisty for sure, aren't you?" He stepped closer, cocking his head to the side and ran his fingertips down my exposed shoulder.

"Get off of me, perv." I started to stand when his fingers dug into my skin. "Christ, let go of me!"

"Nope, you started talking to us, lady. We're gonna finish this conversation." The third man finally spoke and chuckled. "Don't be a bitch, come on. Have a drink with us. You look like you could use a drink."

"I don't need a fucking drink, I need you to get your low paid pervert hands off of my body before I call the fucking police." I tried pulling my arm away.

"Don't be like that sweetheart. We just wanna show you a good time." The first man stepped closer again and brought his lips close to my face.

"JESUS! Get the hell off of me. I'm calling the pol-."

A large man came to my side, kissing my cheek. "There you are sweetheart. These bastards giving you trouble?"

The three men chortled together, exchanging glances with one another. "Who the fuck are you?"

The mystery man sneered, "I'm her fucking boyfriend. Who the hell are you?"

"Well, buddy, your girlfriend here isn't very faithful. She was trying to make a move on me. Cheap slut."

"Excuse me?" I stood to my feet and slapped him across his cheek. "Fuck off buddy. You do not wanna start this tonight."

Mystery man stepped in front of me and chuckled, "don't wanna mess with her, believe me. I've been with her for years. She may be little but damn, she's feisty."

"Whatever bro, just control your whore. We just came here for a drink not to be hit on by the likes of her." The middle man rolled his eyes and jutted his chin in my direction.

"You know what, you cock-sucking bastard, how about you take your sleazy ass home back to wherever hole you fucking crawled out of and die in it? Okay? Or if that holes not good enough for you, I know a few empty ones at the cemetery. I'm sure they could spare one for someone with a dick that small." I smirked at him and backed away, flashing him the finger and strutting away. "Fucking bastards." I muttered under my breath, navigating between bodies to another empty seat.

Half way through my beer, my phone started ringing. CHERYL. "Where the hell are you?"

She giggled, "I'm in the bathroom lineup. Where are you?"

"Sitting at the bar." I played with the napkin under my drink as I spoke.

"Right, the no dancing thing. Oh my god." It came out as a whisper.

"What?" She didn't reply, just gasping. "Jesus, Cher, what?"

"Don't look now but I'm pretty sure Sebastian fucking Stan is staring at you!" The giddiness in her voice was annoying.

"Who's that?"

"Jesus, (Y/N), you know!" Her voice cracked as she whined.

"No, I don't actually, that's why I fucking asked." I took another swig of my beer, waiting for a reply.

"Oh my god, he's walking over to you. Hang up the damn phone."

"Who the hell is Sebast-." Dead tone, bitch hung up on me.

"Excuse me? This seat taken?" A husky but familiar voice came from beside me.

"If you're the fucking prick who tried hitting on me earli-." I turned, meeting the eyes of my hero from earlier. "Uh, nope. Just my knight in shining ... leather jacket."

He chuckled, "uh, not the prick. Well, not that one anyway. Can I sit?"

My face flushed a little bit and I nodded, "free country."

He smiled and ordered two more beers. "What's your name?"

"Oh, it rhymes with Luck Lou." I rolled my eyes and sipped my beer.

"Damn, well, Fuck You is a great name. I'm Sebastian." He smirked as the bottle met his lips.

"Good for you, Sebastian." I hated coming to these fucking places.

"Okay ... you from around here?" He sighed and waited for response.

"I could be." I had to admit, I was being a bitch to this poor guy. He tried coming to my aid and I hadn't even thanked him for it. Fuck that, I don't need rescuing.

"Well, that's a good part of town." He snorted and started to stand. "See you around Fuck You."

I sighed, "wait."

"Oh, not done being bitchy? Cause I don't have all night, I have a flight to catch in the morning."

Well done, pretty boy.

"Thanks for earlier but I had it under control." I clucked my tongue displaying my disapproval of his help.

"Ah, right, of course you did. All five foot .. one,  of you."

"Listen, buddy, not all of us have to grow up and be fucking gigantic, okay?"

He laughed, "right. Some of you are done growing to perfection at your height."

Sweet Lord, did he just-. Damn boy.

I cleared my throat and took another swig, turning around in my seat to watch the people. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Really? I like Fuck You so much better." He chuckled and offered a hand. "I'm not gonna bite."

I snorted, "that's what they all say."

He smirked, squinting his eyes at me. "I'm not like the stories, you know? Just because I play douche bags doesn't mean I am one."

"What?" I literally had no idea who this guy was. I mean, he looked familiar but I could've just seen him around the city.

He laughed, "you don't know who I am?"

"Not from Adam, sorry bud." I found my foot tapping to the light rhythm of Calvin Harris.

"Well, that's refreshing, actually. I'm Sebastian ... Stan." He raised his brow, obviously expecting me to react to his full name.

"You can keep saying your name all night and I ain't gonna know who the fuck you are, buddy." Tipping my bottle up, the last few droplets plopped themselves into my mouth. Dammit.

"Okay ... this is strange." He scoffed.

"Wow, high and mighty, are we? Dude, get over yourself." I stood and started walking away.

"Hey, (Y/N), wait."

"Nope, sorry. I don't have time for proud pricks, such as yourself." I briskly walked towards the bathroom and found Cheryl dancing with a guy with holes in his ears the size of my mouth. "Cheryl, ready to leave?"

She laughed, "you wanna go? I seen you over there talking to Sebastian!"

I rolled my eyes, "yeah. That's why I wanna leave, damn cocky son of a bitch."

She snorted, "I'm sorry?"

"He's a cocky prick."

Her face flushed pink, flicking her eyes between me and the space behind me. "Here."

I turned to find Sebastian behind me, two beers in hand with a shit eating grin on his lips. "What?"

"I bought you another beer. Take the damn drink."

Cheryl giggled, "Sebastian, so nice to actually meet you."

He smirked at me and then smiled wide for her. "Thanks, lovely to meet you. Are you friend of (Y/N)'s?"

Cheryl laughed, "since childhood. She can be a bit of a bitch at first but she warms up to you."

He licked his lips and raised his brows. "Afraid I don't have time for self-righteous bitches, sorry."

I scoffed, "wow."

Cheryl chuckled nervously, "did I miss something?"

Sebastian laughed, "ask your friend. You're welcome for the beer by the way." He rolled his eyes and walked through the ocean of women eyeing him up and down.

"What the hell did you say to him?" Cheryl slapped my arm.

"Nothing that I wouldn't say to anyone else. I called him a proud prick."

"You did what?!" She nearly fainted I swear.

"Oh, don't be so shocked." I checked my watch, barely even ten. Fuuuuck, this wanna gonna be a long ass night.

"You remember watching the Captain America movies?"

"Obviously, he's my favorite."

"Well, my little bitchy friend, that young hot ass friend over there-." She pointed at him, sitting at the bar, making side glances on my direction. "He's Cap's best friend, Bucky fucking Barnes."

"Shit, no way." I said it monotone, not letting her now my inner fan girl was going crazy.

"Uh, yeah! It's a wonder you didn't fucking recognize him!"

"I mean, he doesn't even look he same! How the hell was I suppose to know?"

"Oh my god, he's coming back over!" Her face contorted into a wide grin.

"For fuck sakes." I rolled my eyes, purposely putting my back towards him.

"(Y/N). I've come to ask your friend for a dance."

Cheryl's jaw dropped, "Jesus Christ."

He squished his nose and accepted her outstretched hand. "Don't be too jealous, k?"

"Wow, it is possible. Your head actually got three times larger just now." I flipped him the bird and sat down, scanning through Instagram.

Half an hour later, he returned my friend who's head was somewhere between Cloud 9 and Sebastian's ass. "Oh, thanks for returning her. You're free to go now."

"You know, I have this theory that woman are actually overly bitchy to the men they find attractive. Is that your problem with me? You wanna fuckme all night long? Or are you just a class A bitch by nature?"

"Ah, thanks for that tidbit of useless information. Also, if I wanted to fuck you, all night long. We'd already be back at my apartment, buddy. So how about you climb off that high horse of yours and go back to the people who actually give shit about who you are." My phone chimed and I read the message.

'Stop being such a damn bitch!' It was from Cheryl.

I smirked 'stay out of it Cher.'

"You know, I went to school to study acting and I actually made a career out of it. But unfortunately for you, they don't offer anything for a bitch who only sees the tip of her nose cause she's too busy looking down at everybody else from it. Good luck with your life and I hope, I sincerely hope, you find a man who can keep up with your self-righteous, arrogant, high class bitchy attitude. But then again, if you end up alone, it wouldn't surprise me. Doesn't matter how hot you are, your personality sucks and you're a royal bitch. Thanks for the chat, but I have a movie to film." He saluted me and chuckled, kissing Cheryl on the cheek. He walked away shaking his head.

"That arrogant bastard." I scoffed, offended by his words.

"Woah, well put." I slapped Cheryl. "What? You asked for that. You are kind of a bitch most of the time."

"Whatever. I'm leaving." I grabbed her by the arm and drug her outside the club.

"Sebastian!" Cheryl yelled across the street a week later and he smiled, jogging over cautiously.

"Hey! Nice to see you again Cheryl." He hugged her and cocked a brow at me. "You, not so much."

"You're right. I was a class A bitch to you and I deserved every word you said."

He crossed his arms and spread his feet, leaning back slightly giving the arrogant stance. "Fucking right you did."

"I just said that." Making a face I started walking away. "Cheryl, I'll catch up with you later."

"Bye, (Y/N). I'll call later! Sebastian, I'd love to stay and chat but I'm gonna be late for work." She waved and ran into the small cafe on the corner.

"(Y/N)!" I stopped at my name and rolled my eyes. "Wait up."

"Something I can help you with, Stan." I tapped my foot and cocked my head to the side.

"Actually, I was hoping you would join me for dinner tomorrow night?"

"I'm sorry, what?" My jaw slackened in shock.

He laughed, "You heard me. Dinner ... tomorrow night ... at my place. I'll cook."

"Uh, no?" I shook my head and started walking away.

He caught up with me in a few short strides. "You're a real piece of work, you know that? Like, I wanna strangle you the whole time you talk."

"Ouu, kinky. But I'm pretty sure that's a death threat and in America and most of good ol' planet earth, that's illegal."

"Right, well, something about you ... fascinates me."

"I fascinate you? I'm not some fucking 5th grade science experiment."

"No, you're right, people want to be around that. You .. not so much. Except for me, for some dumb ass reason."

I chuckled, "well, thanks for the invite but I'm afraid that's a hard pass from me."

"Why?" He cocked his brow and flashed a cocky grin.

I'm sorry, fucking WHY?  "Why? Well, because I don't ... like .. you? Isn't that reason enough to avoid each other?"

He scoffed, "you would think right? But apparently, I'm willing to spend a couple of hours with potently the rudest person in all of America."

"Do I get an award or something? I've been practicing my speech since I was six." I cleared my throat. "Thank you ladies and gentleman for this opportunity. Also, fuck you."

He laughed out loud, "you're a real piece of work. It's truly a wonder you even have friends. How does sweet little Cheryl get trapped with you as a best friend?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. You're grade A proof of that."

"What the hell does that mean?" He placed a hand on his hip.

"Exactly what it sounds like. Apparently, you got shot down one too many times and now you're begging for my attention."

"Begging? That's what politely asking a girl to dinner is? Is that what the kids are calling it now a days?"

"What do I have to do to get you to leave me the hell alone?"

"Uh, one; stop being such a bitch, nobody's laughing. Two; meet me at this address tomorrow night at 7." He handed me a piece of paper with an address scrawled on it.

"You know, I would but .. I don't wanna." I clenched my jaw, sucking in breath and shrugged.

"Okay, then I guess you want me to follow you around New York, harassing the shit out of you for the next, let's say, fifty years?"

"You don't get out much do you?" I scoffed and pressed the button to cross the street. I took notice to the people around us watching, staring as he followed me around the city, laughing and smirking. "I guess I'm the only person here in New York that doesn't know or wants to get to know you."

"The price of being successful is high. But it's my burden to carry."

"Right. Well, have fun with that .... I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Wait, you're willing to spend time with a peasant like me?" He touched his chest lightly and smirked.

"If that's what keeps you off my ass for the next fifty years, than hell yeah." I cocked a brow.

"Who said I wanted off your ass?" He winked and started jogging again.

I stood in front of the building, sighing and kicking myself in the ass for even agreeing to do this. "You idiot." I muttered under my breath. Ringing the buzzer, a husky voice called out to enter at my own risk. "Okay, then."

I rode the elevator up to the top and it dinged loudly as it opened to an open concept floor. The kitchen was the first thing I seen, completely open with pots covering the stove and an amazing smell filling the room. The living room was directly beside it, three large grey couches filling the area under a huge ass flat screen TV mounted on the dark maroon wall. About ten feet was a staircase that led up to a king size bed made up with a white and black duvet covering it. A door clicked from my right and I seen him come out, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and bare feet. "Wow, I'm surprised you actually showed up."

"Yeah, me too, buddy." I cleared my throat and looked around. "Nice place."

"Meh, it does the trick." So humble.

The view from this place was absolutely breath-taking; New York skylines as far as the eye could see, time square mere blocks away. "No seriously, Sebastian, this place is amazing."

He chuckled, "it helps to have place here in New York with all my projects. You hungry?"

"Depends on what you're cooking." I laughed nervously, surprised by how calm I was to be here. Keeping up my sarcastic, arrogant facade was exhausting.

"Grilled Salmon Fillets with Wasabi and Lemon Cream Sauce." He wiped his hands on the cloth hanging from the oven. "Nothing big."

"Okay Gordan Ramsey, calm down. If acting doesn't work out for you..." I sniffed the air. "Smells fantastic and I'm starved."

"Good! And it's my first time making this, so be gentle ... please." He looked up at me through his dark lashes and my stomach flopped.

Holy sweet Jesus this man is fucking attractive.

"No promises from the grade A bitch, here." I chuckled, tucking a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear.

"You look really nice tonight, by the way." He bit his lip and stared at me, his blue eyes seemed to be seeing my soul.

I hadn't really tried all that much but Cheryl was determined to make me look amazing. She picked out a loose fitting white blouse paired with a black pencil skirt with a red wedged heel. I insisted on just wearing jeans and sweater but good lord, that woman was persistent. "Thanks."

He smirked and stirred something on the stove. "Almost ready."

"You need help with anything?" I started over to him.

"You can help by sitting your pretty ass on that couch over there. Make yourself at home." He smiled wide, flashing me his brilliant white teeth.

I plopped down on the couch, dropping my bag beside me. *clink*. "Oh damn, I brought this wine ... Cheryl insisted."

"Right, well, thanks Cheryl. I don't really carry much booze here at the house. Not since .. uh." He cleared his throat. "So, what's your deal? You're not being a complete bitch tonight?"

I shrugged, "it's exhausting trying to keep up with your ego."

He giggled, "right, of course. So, you're actually like a decent human being then?"

"Meh, I try. I mean, I'm no Steve Rogers but you know, I volunteer at the occasional soup kitchen and donate old clothes to women shelters." This was true, it was something I had been doing since my mother threw me out at seventeen.

"Steve Rogers, eh? Cap fan?" He clucked his tongue.

"Uh, yeah. Not so big on that Bucky character. Jesus, he's annoying." I winked at him.

"Uh, so you do know who I am then?" He flushed a pink color avoiding my gaze.

"After Cheryl explained to me why you looked so familiar, yeah. Sorry, by the way. For not remembering, also for my behavior last week at the club." I smiled tightly and focused on my folded hands in my lap.

He chuckled, "it's okay. Uh, it was fun actually being a total smart ass to you. Keeps me young."

I snorted, "need all the help you can get, eh?"

"Smart ass." He scoffed.

"How did you know my childhood nickname?" He chuckled. "What are you now? Pushing what, 35?"

He nodded, "just turned 34 past August."

"Wow, good god, you could be my father."

He scoffed, "you're what? Pushing 12?"

I flipped him the bird, "you can blame my parents for my good genes. I turned 23 this past September."

"Oh my god, I'm robbing the damn cradle." He rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Calm down, grandpa. People only say that when they're dating."

He smirked, "what exactly do you think this is?"

"Oh for the love of God, it better not be a date!" He made a face, nodding. "Mother fucker."

He laughed, "foods done. Fucking starved. If this sucks, there's an amazing pizza place around the corner." I pulled my phone out and pretended to dial a number. "What are you doing?"

"Calling my insurance company so when I die of food poisoning here tonight, my family gets a butt ton of money."

He rolled his eyes, "you're not gonna get food poisoning, okay? The most you'll get is like ... I can't think of anything smart to say."

I laughed out loud, "your old age is catching up with you."

"Fuck you preemee." He chuckled and dished up our plates.

To be honest, the meal was delicious. Sebastian really was a half decent cook and had some good stories to tell about being on set with the Marvel crew. He was laughing as he poured us another glass of wine, "that's when I told Chris to go fuck himself. Couldn't believe he said that!"

I wiped away a stray tear and held my gut, "oh my god, I can't breath! That's too funny. Chris seems like a pretty good guy."

"Aw, man. I love Chris, he's amazing." He smiled and clinked his glass to mine.

I smiled back and bit my lip. "Sebastian, that meal was amazing."

He rolled his eyes and swatted at the air, "meh, I mean, my mom is pretty good at cooking so..." He set his glass down and leaned onto the table. "I've had a really good time with you tonight, (Y/N)."

I smiled, like genuinely smiled. "Thank you, I've had a pretty okay time too."

"Ah, thanks. Pretty okay was what I was aiming for." He started gathering up the dishes.

"No, please, let me. It's the least I can do." I took his plate from him and put mine on top, grabbing the utensils with the other hand.

So there we stood at his kitchen sink, my arms elbow deep in soapy water and him standing beside me drying. It was a pretty funny sight to be quite frank. "You'd think some high uppity up like yourself would have a dishwasher."

He snorted, "well, I don't mind doing dishes by hand. Mamma raised me right, besides gives me time to escape with my thoughts, you know? Really lets me get outside of my own head."

I knew what he meant better than anyone. I smiled as I rinsed the last dish and wiped my hands off. "Yeah, I know all too well."

He put the plate away and followed me over to the couch, grabbing our glasses of wine again. "So, are you from around here?"

I nodded, "not here exactly, but grew up pretty close."

"Oh yeah?" He spoke between sips.

"Yep. Grew up in Canada, actually."

"Shit, no way. You're a purebred Canuck then?" He chuckled, patting my thigh but leaving his hand there.

I flushed, trying to ignore the act. "Uh, y-yeah. Lived there till I was seventeen then moved here."

"Why did you move here? Like why not stay in your hometown for a bit." He raised a brow at me.

I smiled weakly, "it's kind of a long story."

His brow furrowed, "I'm sorry if I hit a nerve or something ... just trying to get to know you better."

I smiled, "nah, no. It's fine, really. Uh, just things kinda blew up back home after my seventeenth birthday with my mom and she threw me out. Said I was too big of a burden for her to carry anymore." I shrugged. "Leaving was my best option at the time, I guess."

"Shit, that sucks. I'm really sorry that happened to you. I left my own country too when I was younger." He licked his lips, nervously.

"I thought you were American?"

He shrugged, "I mean, I am. But I was born and raised in Romania till I was twelve."

"Sweet Jesus." I choked on my wine.

He chuckled, "I mean, that's where I was born but America is my home. My mom brought me here to escape the things of home and give me my best chance."

I smiled, touching his hand. His fingers grabbed mine and laced them together. My breath hitched and he smiled. "Your mom sounds sweet."

"She's amazing." His voice cracked and he nodded. "New subject."

I bit my lip and smiled. "So, Chris Evans, eh? I mean, now he's a piece of work."

"Sweet Lord, you're on a date with me and you're still thinking of Evans?"

I chuckled, "that beard, man."

He laughed, "oh I know .. the man has a nice beard."

I smiled and he looked at me. I focused on his eyes, the color of them dancing between a light blue and a sea foam green. He scanned my face and landed on my mouth. I bit the corner of my lip, out of habit but now because of nerves. He leaned close; close enough I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Can I kiss you?"

I cleared my throat, nodding. "Sure."

He scooted closer, placing a hand on my cheek, gently brushing my hair out of the way. He leaned in close but continually searched my eyes. When he was mere centimeters away, I felt out lips connect and a literal spark traveled through my body. He pulled away and smiled, shyly. He cocked a brow and I nodded, giving him permission to do it again. He smirked and placed his lips on mine again, this time his fingers running through my hair. He ran his tongue only my bottom lip and I opened them slightly, allowing him to explore my mouth with his tongue. I grabbed onto his bicep to steady myself as the kiss deepened. My other hand found the back of his head, and my fingers found themselves entangled through his thick locks. I could taste the wine on his breath, the wasabi from dinner but also a hint of mint. I pulled back, panting for breath and chuckled. "Woah."

He nodded, his cheeks turning rosy. "Sorry."

I rolled my eyes, "no, please don't apologize. That was .. thanks."

"Well, you're very welcome." He kissed my cheek and stood. "Do you want more wine?"

I sighed, "uh, no. I shouldn't. I have drive tonight." I cleared my throat. "And, I should probably get going. I have to work early tomorrow."

He nodded, shoving his fingers into his front pockets. "Of course, I've had you for the few hours I wanted."

I smirked, "it wasn't all that bad. I mean, the kiss was  .. mediocre."

"Oh sweet Jesus." He ran a hand through his hair, smiling.

"I'm kidding, you're pretty good. I mean, acting since you were in your early twenties, you must've picked up some tricks on how to kiss." My stomach flopped and my knees jerked becoming suddenly weak.

His face turned a scarlet color and he eyed the ceiling before letting them land on me again. "Meh, I guess."

I stood beside him and linked our fingers together. "I had a really good time tonight."

He kissed my cheek, "I did too. I'm glad I had enough balls to put up with your bullshit."

I laughed sarcastically, "my bullshit? Jesus."

He winked and walked me to the elevator door. "We should do this again. Soon."

I shrugged, "I'll see how my schedule is. Rumor has it, there's this pretty cute actor guy roaming the streets. Sebastian .. something rather. Never heard of him."

He chuckled, "I'm sure he's nobody I should worry about. I'll call you in the morning."

"Little hard to call when you don't have my number." He laughed, shaking his head, handing me his cellphone. I typed my name and number in quickly, adding a smiley face emoji after Smart Ass.

He chuckled, "suites you perfectly."

I shrugged, "childhood nicknames, you know? They just stick."

He kissed my lips again, "goodnight smart ass."

"Goodnight, Sargent Barnes."

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She stormed through the doors, her sling back heels slamming on the hard wooden floors. 

That backstabbing traitor! Oh, if only she had a knife, she would cut his heart out and feed it to the crows. 

She let the doors slam with a shut behind her, wanting her tantrum to be private. Privacy? Gods, that social climber would have loved for them to have a public falling out and would probably sell her secrets out to the media. He'd always been a spiteful angry gremlin, but he'd always been her spiteful angry gremlin. 

She remembered him schmoozing for months, trying to get that Rinaldi internship. She had watched Mia Rinaldi and her stupid jock friends make homophobic joke after homophobic joke. She remembered raging at it, remembered Sebastion holding her back against him, hissing quietly in her ear, "Let it go." She'd remembered sneaking into the school at night and spray painting the jocks and Mia's stupid homophobic comments out loud for the whole school to read,  and then quite daringly she'd chosen to write, under a poster of Mia, 'Is this who we want to represent us as our prom queen?' Sebastion had stopped speaking to her for weeks, hissing, "She's not an idiot. She knows it's you." And Rose had looked Mia, dead in the eyes, "Let her know exactly who it was." He'd thrown his hands up in the air and stormed out. 

She'd told Sebastion to be himself and he'd laughed and laughed, an expression so bitter after years and years of his toxic homophobic family, half joking and half not, "Trust me, darling. No one wants me to be me." She remembered touching his hand softly and letting the silence to speak for them. She remembered him squeezing back, grip so painful it made Rose wished she'd been a linebacker, guarding him as he reached the goal. She'd told him so and he'd laughed and called her 'My Little Joana of the Arc, so ready to die for a hopeless cause.'  

She remembered prom night three months letter. She remembered chatting his ear off, making her fingers raw with blood from the needle threads, forcing him to help her buy so many different shades of red thread it almost made him swear the color off for good. She'd entered the dance, feeling like her very own fairy godmother and she'd almost left in tears, feeling like the ugly stepsister. The fuckboys in her high school had made up the gaudy rumor that they had been "sword fighting in her mouth" in some messed up threesome. She remembered when Mia Rinaldi had called Rose a slut to her face, had torn open Rose's dress to show more of her cleavage as if to better showcase that claim. Rose hadn't known where to hit her or cry. Sebastion had been livid and had tossed his drink directly into Mia Rinaldi's face. "Sebastion!" We'd both cried, her little doll face flushing hot red in humiliation and anger, while mine was in very clear disbelief. "When my father hears about this-" Mia had hissed, wiping away spiked punch out her eyes, "You can kiss that internship goodbye." Sebastion had promptly shoved chocolate cake in her face with a haughty laugh, spewing out vicious truths he'd bottled up inside him for months. And Mia had stared at him as if she'd never met anyone like him in her life. She really hadn't, Rose recalled with a snort. Sebastion had a vicious tongue, a mean streak a mile wide, loyalty beyond measure, and an ego so big it'd blott out the sun when he was honestly and truly himself. At that moment, he'd been entirely himself.  

She remembered the ride back home, how furious she'd been at him. "I don't need a knight!" She remembered him with that self-satisfied look on his face, unrepentant and so very Sebastion and she'd looked up at him, trying to be hard, but her own mouth had been twitching. They'd both only had to look at each other for another long moment before simultaneously busting out into loud guffaws, tears of mirth streaming from their eyes. They'd gotten out of the limo and just walked, talked for hours and hours, drunk on the high of winning because that look on Mia Rinaldi's face had been priceless. 

Hours later, she'd confessed to never sleeping with Ralph. "I'm a virgin," she'd confessed, staring him dead in the eyes. She had lifted her chin up, waiting for an offer like Lisa's to get her laid or awkwardness like from Becky. But Sebastion had met her eyes, stare for stare, and said, "I know." She'd felt a wave of indignation, embarrassment, and sharp relief. That was why she had promptly shoved him into her pool. He'd given a cry of outrage and dragged her down with him, heels, silver wig, fancy red dress, and all. 

She'd looked like a drenched cat and had mentioned going inside to get towels. "Since you ruined my clothes," he'd said, lounging in her chair like a male model, moments later, "Do be a darling and get me some new ones." She'd raised an unimpressed eyebrow but had left to do so. "And darling," he'd said, smile positively feline, "Fetch me something gay." She remembered the way he had not only stood up her tonight, but'd he'd also stood up for himself. And so, she had beamed back at him, fierce pride warming her from head to toe. 

Rose blinked rapidly, almost choking on the aftertaste of bitterness. Sebastion had been more than an ally. He'd been her very best friend. "Brutus," she choked out quietly, slamming her fist against the wooden door in front of her. "Judas." Her face fell further because Jesus had seen the betrayal coming, hadn't he? Rose hadn't seen it at all. What kind of fool did that make her? 

She breathed in and out, trying to stay quiet. Then, her mind flashed to Richard. Her boyfriend would tell her to scream her pain to the skies. So, she closed her eyes, turned around, and let her head fall back against the wooden door. Soon, she screamed, "Why are men such pigs?!"

[neakco]

Vixen & Crow Ch. 12

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Where Amelia learns about magical depletion and Sebastion learns that sharing is caring.

Around 11am, Amelia awoke to Nathanial, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I need new batteries. I don’t think I will be teleporting anytime soon.” She stretched slowly to pop her joints. “Can you grab the heirloom for me please? I think I should return it before I go to Sebastian’s.”

“If you wish. I would prefer it if you returned home to sleep more.”

“I know I should, but I am not going to let being a hero stop me from living my normal life.”

The young girl was ecstatic and couldn’t stop crying.

Amelia refused to take more than $15 for the job. One dollar for each year the girl had been alive. Amelia even told her that the rest of the money should be used to keep living.

It took her longer than she would have liked and she had to apologize to Sebastian for running late.

“You look tired, is everything okay?”

Amelia yawned widely, “Just dealing with a nightmare, I will be fine.”

Sebastian stood up and held open the door. “Let’s go for a walk. I can have coffee waiting for our return.” He smiled as she stood to follow, “And I haven’t shown you my mother yet.”

Her curiosity caused her to perk up a bit, “I thought you said she died when you were younger?”

“She did, but father had an entire hallway dedicated to her memory.” He tugged on Amelia’s arm to get her to make a left turn.

“I am so happy you are not taking me to a glass coffin.”

“No, Mother died in a car crash. No poison apples for her. My father never really recovered though.”

Sebastian led them into what Amelia thought was an alcove. “I don’t know how much father spent, but several paintings were commissioned as well as a small statue.” He stopped and gestured towards a type of shrine. “Amelia meet my mother.”

She gasped, the statue was the size of a small dog and made with high quality gold. The craftsmanship was what really caught her eye though. It could have been made of plastic and still be beautiful. Sparkling droplets of water began to form in her eyes, “I could never imagine being loved this much. Your mother was a lucky woman.”

Sebastian smiled shyly, “Thank you, it means a lot.” He pretended not to notice as she wiped away a tear and instead opened up a nearly invisible door, “Let us cut through the library to get back.”

“That sounds good.” Amelia smiled; she felt a lot better after the short walk.

Nathanial smiled secretly from her purse. The moment of bonding had allowed Crow to share his energy even if neither would know it had happened.

 

Amelia was trying to sleep in on Sunday when her computer went off again. She groaned, no requests in over two months and suddenly she had two in the same week. All she wanted was to turn it down and crawl back into her warm bed with her fox.

As if knowing she was thinking of him, Nathanial yawned, “What’s this one?”

“It is a request for next Saturday at...” She froze. “Waterfield Manor.”

“Your friend’s home?” Nathanial wished he could read the letters on the glowing screen. Unfortunately, the screen hurt his eyes to much.

Amelia started typing rapidly, “Seems they are after a golden statue near the library.” She finally ignored the request and began to rapidly toss on outdoor clothes.

“You ignored it. Why are we not hurrying back to bed?” Nathanial transferred himself to her head to avoid getting flung off.

“It sounds like it could be the statue of Seb’s mom, and because I turned down the request someone else will be asked.” She stopped to place Nathanial into her bag. “I need to anonymously warn someone so I am going to find a cheap hotel phone.”

“We are breaking into a hotel now?” He poked his now plush head out.

“If phone booths still existed, I would use them, but all the ones that you can find are treated like rare prizes and under constant surveillance.”

She eventually came across a sleezy hotel, “Once we are in please don’t touch anything, I don’t want bedbugs.”

Nathanial sniffed the air, “I think I prefer the smell of spirits.”

Amelia went to pick a lock when the door opened by itself, “I can’t help but think it would be a blessing if I burned this place down.”

Once inside Nathanial glared at the door causing it to shimmer slightly around the edges in Amelia’s vision.

“It is now stuck until I release the magic or someone asks politely enough.”

Amelia shoved a marble into her mouth to disguise her voice, “Can I do that trick?”

“Perhaps. There has never been a need to try.” Nathanial looked over and realized Amelia had already dialed.

“Hello Vanessa.”

“How may I help you?”

“I have called with a warning. I am not selling anything nor am I threatening.” There was light click in the phone and Amelia knew someone had been listening long enough to decide they needed to record the call.

“My time is important, speak fast.”

“I am the retired thief known as Smokey Spider. I turned down a request to steal a statue of the late Mrs. Waterfield during Saturday’s party.”

“Why call me?” The impatience was gone from Vanessa’s voice.

“The instructions came someone familiar with the statue and I have never liked the idea of stealing sentimental items. What you do with the information I have given you is up to you.”

“And what do you want in exchange?”

“Information. I need to know who hired me so I can track down where they got my contact information. I already forwarded you the email I myself was sent this morning.”

“You have a deal spider.”

Amelia quickly hung up the phone as Nathanial removed the locking magic. “How do you know it wasn’t her.”

“She is known in the underworld; she wouldn’t be stupid enough to send me the request from a company computer.” Amelia looked around before heading away from home.

“You traced the request?”

“My computer is set to trace automatically. It helped me avoid police traps.” She turned into an alleyway and started to take corners at random.

“Where are we going?” Nathanial went to poke his head out only to have Amelia shove him back down.

“There was a third person on that call recording it. Can you pass me the wig?” She was slowly increasing her pace.

Nathanial passed up the wig she fell asleep in two nights ago, “You think you are being followed?”

Amelia paused for a moment after taking another corner to put on the wig and pull up her hood. “I know I am. People like me don’t normally retire. We die. I am worth a lot of money to the right people.”

Nathanial decided it was better if he didn’t ask any more questions and instead paid close attention to sounds as Amelia took several more corners.

Finally, Amelia shoved the hoodie into her bag and removed a bright purple cover for her purse. Securing those she turned onto a busy road and blended in with the crowd. Nathanial watched as a large man ran out of the ally about a block behind.

Never once did she look back or reveal in any way that she was scarred. Nathanial was glad she had retired. If she was this good then it would have been too easy for her to fall in among the greedy and corrupt. He could only continue to hope that she stayed true to herself.

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