#(in what seemed to be a never ending series of movie theater hallways

[jawritter]

Carry On

Chapter 24

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: PISSSTTTTT!!!! Here be smut! (I know you guys are gonna freak out when you see that warning lol.) 

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67​​​​ Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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“Dean, come on, the show’s over,” Y/N laughed as she grabbed Dean’s hand and tugged, the lights were just coming back on in the theater, and the music from the credits were still blaring loudly all around the pair of them. Dean hadn’t budged when the rest of the movie goers had stood up when the show had ended, in fact, he sat with his eyes glued to the giant screen. 

Dean gave her a weak smile, and then slowly stood to his feet. He was stalling, she could tell. 

Even though she’d given him strict orders to stay in bed today while she ran her errands, and to not overthink any of this, apparently that’s exactly what he’d spent the day doing. She shouldn’t have been surprised really; Dean was the king of overthinking. 

“You never know,” he said, attempting to keep his voice light. “Sometimes they put shit after the credits are over.”

“I doubt that they have anything after that, that ending pretty much said it all,” Y/N giggled, and Dean shrugged as they shoved their way out of the darkish theater, and into the lighter hallways that lead to the exit doors, causing them both to squint. 

Dean wasted no time however, in rushing the pair of them through the crowded exit, and out into the parking lot, through the drizzling rain, and back into the safety and security of his Baby. Which wasn’t unusual for Dean, and had nothing to do with the fact that they were out in public, or that they were technically on a date; Dean just didn’t like being out in the open like that period. Old hunter paranoia probably. It was just something Dean now did that she thought nothing of. 

He did seem a lot more relaxed once he was back behind the wheel, and turning the key to send warm air filtering through the car. It was oddly still cold this time of year in Kansas. Normally by now they were starting to get the first hints of warmer weather, but it was as if the bitter cold refused to let go this time. 

“You wanna go grab some ice cream before we head home,” Dean offered, she could almost hear the tightness in his voice;  she knew Dean well enough to know that given the opportunity he’d try to exhaust her so that when they got home, she’d be ready to go to bed; without any extracurricular activities. That wasn’t going to help him though. Like it or not, the only way to overcome this irrational fear of his body was to face it head on. 

“Nah, I’m not really in the mood for ice cream,” Y/N deflected easily. “Why don’t we just head back for the night, it’s already almost 10, and most everything in this little town is gonna be closing down shortly anyway.”

She had a point there. Everything around here but the local watering hole, and the movie theater shut down at 9 PM, but she wasn’t about to give him the idea of going to the bar either. She wanted this to happen sober, for the both of them, and given the opportunity, Dean would make sure he was well and drunk beforehand so as to not remember what was to happen next. 

Dean didn’t argue with her as she expected, instead he just turned onto the main road towards home, driving past Winchester’s Auto Repair; over the rain-dampened streets towards home. She could see by the tightness of his chiseled jawline that he was overthinking what was to come, and she needed to break the ice a little, or else he was going to clam up on her any moment, and it would take days for him to open up again. 

“So,” she said, clearing her throat slightly to gain his attention. “When was the last time you’ve been to a movie?”

The question did as it was intended, and took the elder Winchester off guard, causing his brow to furrow as he continued to direct the sleek, black Impala down the empty suburban streets. 

“I think I was seventeen,” he answered after a while. “We’d been on a hunt for a while, and Dad and Bobby were having a tough time tracking down a shapeshifter in town. Sammy and I had been enrolled in the local school, and I met a girl there. She was only a year younger than me. I walked to her house one night, and took her to see a movie. The theater was only three blocks from her house. I don’t even remember what we were going to see, but as I walked into the place, the guy that was standing behind the counter selling popcorn and overpriced drinks eyes flashed white and I knew I found our guy. So, while the movie was playing, I slipped out and shot the shifter in the back of the head… I didn’t even bother going back in to get her, I just walked out, told Dad what I’d done, and we left town. That was it.”

A heaviness settled over Y/N; a suffocating one. It wasn’t fair that a seventeen-year-old boy had to live a life of such horror and violence that he wasn’t even able to take a girl he liked on a date. Then it hit her, the echoes of the past that were etched on his face as a reminder that Dean Winchester was anything but weak. In fact, the man was a killer by nature. He’d been bred and raised to be hard. John’s little soldier. That definitely wasn’t fair, but it made sense why the transition to normalcy wasn’t ever gonna be an easy one. Every time he’d even gotten a taste of what he thought might be normal, it was either ripped away from him by the hand of John Winchester himself, or the life that John had forced Dean to lead. Either way, the fault always seemed to fall to John. Y/N had to agree with Sam about that. 

“I’m sorry Dean, that’s horrible,” Y/N apologized, suddenly afraid that she’d single handedly put a damper on the entire evening and totally regretting that she had asked him anything about his past at all. 

“It’s okay,” Dean assured her as he turned onto their street, a tight smile gracing his face, showing off those eye crinkles that unquestioningly seemed to give her life. They could absolutely chase away any kind of darkness, she was convinced of it. 

“My life might not have been a fucking nineties sitcom sweetheart, but I can say I’ve seen and experienced things, and gone to places that no one else ever would. I don’t regret what I did that night. Hell, just in killing that one shifter, I saved countless other people. So, what if I didn’t get to get my dick wet, or say that I was able to walk the prom queen home from the movies while her ‘boyfriend’ was at home with a horrible case of mono that he contracted from cheating on her with almost every other girl on the cheerleading squad. All that shit is really trivial when I think back on it now, and if I wouldn’t have been where I was and hunting when we met, well, then I don’t think you’d be here sitting next to me right now, sounding like a really old fucking man.”

There was a chuckle in Dean’s voice, and it astounded her that even though his life had been anything but a bed of roses that he was even remotely able to see the bright side of it all. It was a true testament to the character that Dean tried to keep hidden, and definitely the reason that, after everything, he was still here. Still fighting. 

“Well, enough with the heavy,” Dean diverted after a moment, before she could even say anything at all. She was impressed that he’d opened up as much as he had tonight, his past wasn’t something he liked to talk a whole lot about, not that she blamed him. 

“What else you got on that little agenda tonight huh?” Dean questioned, giving her a smirk that could have melted the paint off of a fucking car. 

It was as if she felt the air shift between them, which sent a live wire straight through her veins, and caused her to openly shiver. 

Y/N shrugged, doing her best to play it cool, even though she had Dean Winchester in the flesh, looking at her like he was a predator, and she his prey. Something she had not seen from Dean in a long time, and never directed at her, usually it was at some bar room woman with more boobs than brain. 

That’s when she decided that if this was the way he was comfortable with this game going, then she was going to let him take the lead. Forcing herself to be his girlfriend for once, give him the lead, stop treating him like some child that needed her help with every little fucking thing, and stop being his fucking caregiver. 

“I don’t know,” she played coyly, twisting her hair in her fingers as she forced her eyes away from his piercing green oceans and to look over the expanse of their home instead for full effect. “Maybe I’ll go draw a bath, have some alone time before bed, read a book.”

Dean all but snorted with laughter as he kicked the door open and stepped out, flinging his hair slightly, and she wondered when he’d cut it, because he sure reminded her of Sam when he did that. Not that Dean with long hair and a light beard wasn’t attractive; it fucking was, it was just the little traits she saw of Sam in his older brother…. Or maybe it was the other way around and she never bothered to notice before. 

She watched in silence as Dean shuffled his way around the car, a smirk still firmly planted on his plump, naturally pink lips as he opened her door, and in a gesture older than them both, reached for her hand to help her stand out of the car. 

“I mean, I guess you could do that, it does sound nice,” Dean ventured, closing the car door once she was fully stepped out onto the pavement, before suddenly shifting the pair of them to pin her tiny frame against the cool, somewhat rain-dampened steel of Baby’s exterior; sealing his lips to hers in a breathtaking kiss that drove the cool mist of lightly fallen rain slowly soaking them both clean out of her mind. “Or you can come to bed with me.”

The deepened trimble of his rough voice  vibrated from his solid chest to hers, combined with his warm breath that brushing over her kiss swollen lips in contrast with the nipping wind on her face damn near had her melting at his feet. Her head was swimming with everything that was Dean Winchester, from his broad, thick shoulders, to the taste of his chewing gum still tingling on her lips. Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she could survive this encounter, because the man had barely put a hand on her, and it was already more intoxicating of an experience than she'd ever imagined. 

“I’m pretty sure I like your idea a lot better,” she stammered once she finally got her mind to work in combination with her lips as Dean worked to derail her train of thought by trailing his lips and tongue along her jawline to her ear lobe. 

With a playful nip of her suddenly very sensitive skin, Dean forced himself off of her, lacing his fingers with hers, leading her towards the front door that was illuminated by the warm, glowing porch light they’d left on before leaving home for the evening. 

Neither really paid it all that much attention though. Just as they paid little to no attention to Dean unlocking the front door to let her step inside the warm, safety of home. Nor did either party really register the way Dean tossed their coats haphazardly towards the back of the couch as they made their way towards the stairs to make the assent to their shared room. Both seemed to be suddenly trapped in the surreal fog of the shock that this is going to happen. There was a determination in the squareness of Dean’s shoulders, there was no turning back now. His mind was made up. 

With his face set in an unreadable mask, Dean closed the outside world behind him, and with a flick of his wrist, locked the door. That's when her heart started drumming a fast pace rhythm in her rib cage, and she came face to face with her own fears, insecurities, and anxiety. 

What if she did something wrong? What if she hurt him? What if she was pushing him too fast? What if this is the ultimate mistake that would shatter him?

"Hey," Dean's voice captured her attention, and she was stunned at how close to her he was suddenly standing, allowing his finger to trail over her cheek before pulling her into his warm embrace. "Are you okay?"

Y/N swallowed whatever lump had formed in her vocal chords and nodded, grounding herself in the warmth and stillness of his body holding her against him. 

"I'm okay," Y/N assured him. "I'm more worried about you than myself. I don't want you to feel like we're doing this just because of me."

Dean shook his head before letting go of her long enough to pull off the hunter green Henley he was wearing, and allowed it to fall to the floor. 

"No, I'm just as much into this as you are," he assured her. "Regardless of how this turns out, I want to be close to you, and that's all that matters."

With more urgency and control than Dean had ever shown her before, his lips collided with her own in a battle of teeth and tongue as he slowly walked her towards the bed in the center of the room, clothes falling to the floor as they went, in a shower of panted breaths and pounding hearts until the back of her knees hit the bed, and she crawled her way to the top of the bed with Dean crawling over her, his lips still in pursuit of hers. 

"You're gorgeous sweetheart," he whispered against her lips as they both halted to catch their breath. "I don't tell you that enough." 

"Speak for yourself handsome," she assured him, allowing her fingers to trace the line of freckles that speckled his shoulders. 

Deep, hooded, green orbs traced the line of her face, and worked their way down her bare body before his lips made their descent from her throat, to her breast; taking his time with each nipple until she was writhing underneath the thick frame of him. 

"Dean," she pleaded with him as he began to rut his thick length against her already soaked and throbbing center. The head of his cock pressing against her swollen clit with each pass he made. 

"Goddammit baby girl," Dean breathed, his eyes damn near rolling in their sockets as he continued rutting against her.  "So close already and I've barely touched you. Can you cum for me like this?" 

Her words stuck in her throat somehow as the pressure in her body built until a moan ripped through her body as her vision went white, and her body shook into her release. 

"Fuck," Dean swore as he pressed his cock into her quivering cunt, and she screamed at his intrusion. 

He was massive and long. Dean slowly thrust in and out of her cunt, drawing out her orgasm as long as he could before her body finally started to adjust to him, and he began to set a steady pace. 

Lips found hers in a heated kiss as he started to fuck her in earnest. Pent up frustration and need started to bubble over in a mess of skin, sweat, and groans, as their bodies worked together with one another. Every drag of his impressive manhood sent that same rubber band tightening tighter and tighter as his hips rolled harder and harder, pressing his pelvis into her clit with each calculated thrust until suddenly; he stopped, teeth gritted, and breath caught in his throat as pleasure started to fade into pain.

But she didn't let it faze him, he was doing too well, he was far too close to a much-needed release; so, she hooked her leg around his waist and used the force of her body to turn them over.  The switch distracted him from whatever it was he was feeling, and his eyes rolled back into his head as her hips moved, picking up where he left off. 

As soon as she saw that she wasn't hurting him, she began to ride him in earnest and fuck, she didn't know if she'd ever felt so fucking full in her life. The change in angle increased the friction in the places she needed him most, but as his hips lifted to meet her, thrust for thrust, desperate and chasing his own end in a moaning mess underneath her, she saw stars. Her velvet  walls clamped down hard around his dick, and he exploded inside of her as they came together, both of them riding the wave of bliss until they were an exhausted, trembling mess. 

When she'd come down, she slowly dismounted him, and quickly made her way to the bathroom to clean herself up, and return with a warm cloth to clean Dean up too. 

Heavy green eyes watched in silence until she was done, and he pulled the cover over himself and lifted it for her to join him. 

Suddenly, she was beyond tired, her limbs felt like jello as the adrenalin drained from her body. She found solace in the warmth of his skin against her own, and the steady, calm rise and fall of his chest under her hand. 

"Are you okay?" Y/N questioned, and Dean cleared his throat as her voice stirred him awake from the doze he'd slipped into. 

"Yeah, it didn't hurt like I thought it would. The more we work at it, the more I will learn my limitations and things will get easier, but for now baby rest, don't worry about me, I'm better than I've ever been."

So was she, if she was honest. She was better than she'd been in a long, long time.

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[devilfic]

❝where two are joined, relentlessly❞

IX. from now on.

parts: previously. plot: endings give way to beginnings. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: romance, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, grief, the author only understands so much about medical protocol I’m sorry, minor character death, grief. words: 5.5k.

a/n: well, this is the last chapter. thank you all for keeping up with this series! I’ve had a wonderful time exploring this little world with my bruce and I’m happy to have gotten to share this series with all of you. your enthusiasm and kindness has meant a lot to me. hope y’all enjoy~

You had a memory—shortly before the death of the Waynes—of seeing Wayne Manor for the first time. Of course, by that point, the sprawling mansion was being called Gotham Orphanage and Thomas, Martha, and Bruce Wayne were christening its rebirth on live TV. 

You weren’t any different than every other kid in your class for daydreaming about the place. How lucky little Bruce Wayne must have been to have all that to himself! It was a far-off dream for someone like you, but you’d wanted to visit. Just once. Then it burned down on the news and that dream went up in smoke with it. 

Now, as you wade through weeds and broken beer bottles that decorate the front yard, careful that you don’t trip in the dark, you realize that childish dream of yours never really died. Bruce is waiting for you in the foyer when you finally get through the door, “I get that you’re a bat and all, but some of us can’t see very well at night.” Before you can clock his reaction, Bruce shines his flashlight directly into your eyes.

“Neither can bats. They use echolocation.” The sound of his voice and his approaching footsteps cut through the blinding light until he’s standing right before you.

“What are we doing here, anyway?”

Bruce follows your line of sight to the broken chandelier overhead casting reflections of light against moldy, torn wallpaper. Shining his flashlight directly on it makes diamonds dance in his eyes, “Research.”

Without further discussion, Bruce turns abruptly and leaves the hallway without you.

You’re quick to catch up, only stumbling on wet, loose debris every few feet. Bruce is always quick to grab hold of you when you lose your footing. “Not that I’m not having fun, but this kinda seems like a job for you and your pal Gordon. I can’t imagine I’ll be much help here.”

“You’ll be plenty,” and then Bruce pushes his flashlight into your hands once you reach the staircase, every other step fractured or chipped off, “point the light up?” You do as told, light landing on a large hole going through the floor of the second story. 

“What’re you researching?”

“The manor.”

“Pretty sure this place has a Wikipedia page.”

Bruce cuts his eyes to you and smiles, “I need a closer look.”

When Bruce starts moving to the next room, you obediently follow at a much slower pace. There isn’t much to look at given the history of the manor. Smoke clings to the walls and the architecture is falling apart at the seams, but it fills you with enchantment all the same. You try to imagine what you’d seen in pictures before, and though you know your imagination will never live up to the real thing, you still try. 

The next room ends up being a much bigger space. The chandeliers in here are more intact thanks to how high the ceilings reach. If you looked hard enough, you could even make out the detailed cornice all along the ceiling. As for what you can clearly see, chairs are lined up in broken rows; it’s the shell of a movie theater or a common room for the children. But long before that, it was something else, “Was this the ballroom?”

“It was,” his voice is tinged with melancholy, examining the room, “it was much more impressive when I was younger.”

“I bet. Would’ve killed to come to a ball here. Did you guys ever have a chocolate fountain?”

“No, though it wasn’t for lack of requesting.”

You giggle, a younger, more petulant Bruce Wayne appearing in your mind. “Can I ask what you’re researching in here?”

Behind the cowl, you make out a nervous twitch at his brow. “I’ve been seeing your mother.”

You blanch, “I’m sorry?”

Bruce recoils at the sharpness in your voice, realizing his mistake, and he scrambles to fix it, “I’ve been visiting her. In the hospital.”

“Oh... really? She hasn’t mentioned you at all.”

“I asked her to keep it a secret.” At your scandalized reaction, Bruce smiles in what you think is an attempt to be reassuring, “It’s nothing bad.”

“Is it something I’m not going to like?”

“The opposite, actually.”

“That just makes me nervous.” You found it difficult to believe your mother had much to offer someone like Bruce, even more so when Alfred was there. Unless Alfred was in on it too... You couldn’t be the only one out of the loop, could you? Now you were sufficiently unsettled. “Can I know what it is, at least?”

“At least.”

“Bruce.”

“I promise,” and he keeps the humor out of his voice to convince you, sincere, “I can’t leave you in the dark if you’re a part of it.”

“Part of what?” Ideas begin to swim in your head, each more incredible than the last.

Bruce captures the hand that’s closest to him, holding it between both of his own, saying nothing for a moment. You’re glad he isn’t actually a bat; if he could hear your frantic heartbeat, he’d probably have you rooming with your mother in Gotham General until it calmed down... or maybe he’d finally just tell you. You scoot up to his shoulder to see which possibility might win.

“Mayor Reál once told me that I could be doing more for the city, and I’ve been thinking about what Selina said to you. About me doing nothing for Gotham. It didn’t really... hit me, that my name could be anything other than a burden. Your mother gave me some advice on what to do with that name recently. I’ve been working on an idea, and if you’d like, I want you to be part of it.” You notice the slight shake of his hands clasped around your own, though you don’t detect any fear. Nerves, actually. Excitement. He was excited.

You watch, in awe, as he turns his head to meet your eyes, “I’m going to the mayor’s office next week with a proposal: offer rehabilitation to the dropheads seeking shelter in the orphanage, and then tear it all down. And rebuild,” Bruce’s voice trembles, “rebuild everything. Give a new generation of children in Gotham a chance. This time, there will be no mistake. I’ll make sure of it myself.”

“Bruce.”

“And I want you to... do it with me. I’ve been wanting to do some rearranging of Wayne Enterprises anyway, give Alfred a break and put someone permanent in charge. And you can stay as you are, or, if you’d like, I’d like to put you in charge of the finances for the new orphanage. I don’t want that money going to anyone other than those kids. There’s no one I trust more than you for this.”

Well, out of all your incredible ideas, you’d expected nothing close to this.

The orphanage had been a chilling reminder of Gotham’s failure long before it burned down. It’s why it was a graveyard now, a shell of the home it was and was meant to be. At least it being in ruins had been more favorable to the hell it had been before.

But there were people willing to take a chance on Gotham. It might’ve started with a vigilante, but it was trickling down. Mayors, police commissioners, normal people like you. You hadn’t felt this much hope since the dawn of those horrible floods. Not since you realized while watching that soon to be unmasked vigilante- no, hero, standing on that arena rooftop and pulling people to safety, that there could be something more.

“I, uh... Jesus Christ,” your disbelieving laugh draws a nervous one out of Bruce, “you’ve really thought this through. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could’ve helped.”

“I wanted to do it alone. I wanted to be ready.”

It was a large step up from being a CEO’s butler’s personal assistant, and the responsibility of being in charge of something so dear to Bruce and so important to the city was a heavy one. It wasn’t a choice for you to make lightly. 

But could you really imagine doing anything else?

“Well... we’ll definitely have to talk more details, of course. I’ll help you proofread everything, and then we’re going to have to meet with the accountants at least once to smooth out the logistics but... yes, I would love to. I would really love to.”

Bruce exhales in relief, swirling the early summer air between your faces, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so big in his life. It’s gone in an instant but his joy still vibrates through his touch. He resembles a younger Bruce in that moment, a Bruce you never got to know before news of the Waynes rocked the nation all those years ago. You can’t help but take his face into your hands and burn it into your memory. You don’t ever want to forget it. “Now, can we continue this research in the light of day, maybe?”

When the mayor’s receptionist instructs you both to take a seat, you run your eyes over the proposal in your hands until each word is printed into your mind, and then you do it a few more times for good measure. “She’s not going to bite, you know.” Bruce points out.

You roll your eyes, “Cut me some slack. I’m meeting the mayor.”

“I didn’t have you pegged as a fan.”

“I’m not,” though, your cheeks go a little hot anyway, “I just think she’s... cool.”

Bruce snorts low in his throat, not even gathering the attention of the receptionist mere feet away, but it’s enough to make your ears burn. “Would you like to pitch the proposal, then?”

“God, no! I’m too nervous to make any sense.” Bruce reaches over and pats the back of your hand, discreet. It’s more than enough to help calm your nerves that little bit. You take a deep breath and try not to leave sweaty fingerprints in the paper you’re holding. “I’ve got to keep my phone on, anyway. The hospital could call.”

“We can reschedule.”

You look at Bruce with wild eyes, “Reschedule with the mayor? You’re crazy.”

“I don’t want to add more stress to your plate,” Bruce answer simply, “and for what it’s worth, I’m sure it went well.”

The surgery had been penciled into your calendar for weeks at this point. With your mother’s illness growing more arduous on her body, she’d been advised to get as much of the malign growth removed before her quality of life plummeted even further. It would be a routine surgery, you were assured over and over, but it hadn’t made you any less nervous. You’d been jittery ever since leaving her behind.

“Yeah,” you murmur, “you’re probably right.”

A solid voice cuts through the moment, just as powerful in a small room as it was on stage in front of thousands. Bella Reál stands in the doorway to her office and gives you both a smile, “Mr. Wayne. I’m glad you could make it.”

Bruce is more than capable of doing all the talking. He’s rehearsed enough on his own, replaying his pitch to you at breakfast and over the phone and in your bed (or his) late at night. He’d repeated it so much that you’d remembered it all word for word, mouthing each sentence as he spoke. He’s nervous and keeps his hands clasped in his lap in lieu of reaching for you, but he does it. By the end of the pitch, Bella is sold.

Somewhere in between discussion of when to break ground and sharing specific costs, you feel your pocket begin to vibrate. Bruce only needs one look from you before you’re excusing yourself into the lobby.

“How’d it go?” You breath out before the nurse on the other line can even get a word in.

It’s Annie, you realize, but only halfway through her sentence when what she’s saying starts hitting you. You can hear her voice quiver as she relays back the standard protocol, “The surgery was successful, but your mother’s condition has worsened. She woke up in an abnormal amount of discomfort, and after some testing, it seems to be due to internal bleeding.”

“Bleeding? Has it stopped?” The receptionist’s eyes cut to you as you stammer.

“We’ve been trying to get her stabilized, and we don’t think the bleeding is severe enough to warrant another operation just yet, but we’ve given her a transfusion and we’ve got her on more fluids to help the process. It would be best if you came by as soon as possible, she wants to see you.”

There are several different thoughts going through your head. The assurance that the situation isn’t as severe as it could be is only comforting to an extent, but the invisible war your mother’s body was fighting left a pit in your stomach. There was nothing you could do to help her but be by her side. There was nothing you could do but hope that she would be fine.

She would. She would make it through. You couldn’t afford to think otherwise.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Thanks, Annie.”

You exchange your goodbyes and barely have the soundness of mind to leave the receptionist with a message for Bruce. She seems frazzled by the suddenness but assures you she’ll pass it on once the meeting adjourns, and that’s all you really have time for before your brain shuts out everything else. You just need to be with her. There would be time for everything else later.

It’s half an hour later when Bruce gets the news.

Life buzzes on about the hospital floor, but it feels lonely standing here, as if room 614 had been carved out of time and space and existed in a separate world to Bruce’s own. Annie doesn’t even spare him a smile, unlike herself, “Hey, Bruce. You can go on in.” His thanks is simple, certain that the nurse is in no shape for conversation, but before he can get the door open, Annie intervenes one last time, “Eline’s peaceful, but... it can be difficult. For family members.”

“Of course. Thank you.”

She gets out of his way then.

Your chair is pulled up to the hospital bed. One of your hands is clasped in Eline’s while she watches the news on its lowest volume, your other tucked against your waist as if you might be sick. Your face, however, is the most lifeless he’s ever seen it. If you felt sick, you didn’t look like you had the heart to care.

You register he’s there when your eyes flit to him, but you don’t make a move to say hello. Eline does, however, smiling, “Took you long enough.”

Instead of bringing his chair to her bedside, Bruce rounds the foot of the bed and hovers behind you, “I considered calling an ambulance for a ride, but I didn’t want to steal the spotlight.” He’s thankful for the comforting sound of Eline’s laugh, “How are you feeling?”

Despite her jovial tone, she’s sickly with exhaustion written deep into the bones of her face. He wasn’t familiar with the slow toll your body failing on you could have; he’d experienced seeing the life sapped out of others in an instant, faces often still full of life even as they went cold. Your mother, on the other hand, looked as if she needed a long, long sleep. “I could be better. How’d the meeting go? Kid told me the mayor loved it.”

At the moment, you didn’t look capable of talking about anything. You continued to stare at your hand intertwined with your mother’s. You move only to breathe. Bruce feels strange sharing good news, “We can break ground starting late June. Maybe sooner.”

You twitch just a little. Your head moves like you intend to look up at him but you don’t complete the action. You continue to stare ahead.

Eline reaches her free hand out to him and Bruce is quick to take it, noting how cold it was. Back when he’d first held it, it had kept his own hands warm. Her touch is no less motherly, but it feels... wrong. All of it feels wrong, “Knew you could do it. I’m telling you, it’s only going to look up from here. First, the orphanage, next... well, who knows?”

“I’d love for you to come see it when it’s all fixed up.” His voice drops low, and those who can hear it are aware of its hopeful undercurrent.

“That’d be nice, huh, kid? You always wanted a look inside that place.” Her prompting doesn’t elicit any response from you. You’re catatonic while Eline looks on, heart visibly breaking a little more with every silent second that passes. Her eyes slowly shift back to Bruce. “It can happen sometimes. Complications in surgery. Doctor said they’ll keep an eye on it, but I just get a feeling. You know?” Bruce can’t say he does, but he nods, “But I think I did pretty good.”

“You did. A star patient, I heard.”

“Not that. I mean... I think I did pretty good for myself. To go out like this.”

Your mother had been dancing around it this whole time, and only now were the words out in the open, the force you needed to break apart completely. Bruce reaches forward and grasps your shoulders as you lurch toward her, body shaking all over, “Don’t say that.”

A stranger could mistake Eline’s expression for one of indifference, but in the few weeks that Bruce had gotten to know your mother, he’d learned of all the layers that lied beneath. It was taking all there was in her not to react to you the way he was sure she wanted to. “It’s not going to get better,” her tone is cruel, forcing reality on you, “I’m weak and it keeps spreading and... how many surgeries can I really afford to have?”

“As many as you need. I would make sure of that.” Bruce insists.

“It’s a waste,” you flinch at your mother’s assertion, “no, no it is. I’m tired. This isn’t going away. The fact I’ve made it this long is a miracle, and I’m happy I made it this long. I’m happy I got to have a wonderful kid. And I’m happy I got to see you grow up. And I’m happy that you’ll be loved even when I’m gone.”

Your head shakes back and forth, muttering to yourself. Bruce has never seen you this way. He doesn’t want to see you this way ever again.

It is just so slow.

When Thomas and Martha Wayne’s lives were taken in front of him, Bruce had skyrocketed through so many emotions. The terror from being cornered, the shock at seeing the gaping wounds, the panic upon realizing he was utterly helpless, and an overwhelming agony as he cried, alone, until he’d screamed himself numb. 

Seconds. He’d lost them in seconds. So quickly had his parents been taken from him that details blurred if he didn’t think about them hard enough. What came first? The tears or the rage?

But Eline goes slowly.

It’s between you and Bruce to hold onto hope that she doesn’t have. She murmurs a thought every once in a while, pointing out something on the TV, and hums a broken tune. Bruce watches the TV to give her privacy, his heart racing each time he looks over to see if it’ll be the last time. You alternate between crying and humming along too.

When her vitals plummet, they find what Eline had already suspected. It doesn’t take them long to wheel her away for emergency surgery. The nurses assure you both that it’ll be quick. They know what’s wrong, they know how to stop it. They just need a little more time.

She doesn’t come back.

Comforting in this gentle way doesn’t come easy to him, but it’s almost second nature the way Bruce takes you into his arms and holds you. 

It’s the worst feeling in the world. It’s excruciating. He’d always thought it’d be different for you, when it ever came time to grieve, because you’d have time that he never had. You’d had years to say goodbye, as callous as it was to think, so maybe it wouldn’t tear you up so much. 

In reality, you cried just like he did, voice cracking after the strain became too much. Bruce remembered how raw his throat had been the next day, barely able to speak, and resists the urge to smooth a hand over your own throat.

You deserve to cry, and you’re allowed to let it hurt.

Bruce Wayne isn’t there for the funeral.

Someone is, but it’s not Bruce Wayne. Throughout the service, you see him at the edge of the crowd, dressed unrecognizably to the untrained eye, flanked by (more recognizably) Alfred and Dory. The few people that inquire of the sinewy stranger can never get close enough to look at him. You don’t blame the little family and friends that waver in the pews, sneaking glances. 

He’s the first person there and the last one to leave. Alfred and Dory come to pay their respects together. Dory is a chatterbox complaining about how hectic the traffic was to get here, and Alfred smooths his hands over your sleeves and promises to leave the lights on for you. The only one who doesn’t approach you is Bruce.

Though there’s a feast of a reception going on for a good hour or two after the funeral, he waits outside in the rain until you come around with a slice of cake one of your aunts had made. It was your mother’s favorite. “You sure you’re not hungry? There’s some food left in there.” You ask, peeking under the bill of his Gotham Knights’ baseball cap.

Bruce leans closer in some vain attempt to guard you from the weather, though it’s difficult with his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. Inside, there are still some people lingering around the reception hall laughing over memories they shared of your mother. You notice Bruce’s discomfort and nudge him with your arm, “You’re gonna catch a cold.”

“I just wanted to see you.”

He’d seen you plenty. The first few days—sure—you holed up in your room and left only when necessary. The others shuffled around you, leaving you a breadth of room to be alone. What waking moments that weren’t spent in sorrow were for getting preparations together, and you’d only forced yourself to function recently, but he was always still there: food put away on its own, clothes picked off the floor, things put back in their places when you were sure they hadn’t been before. You’d assumed the lapse in memory was why everything was always just... taken care of.

And then there was the Bat.

You didn’t leave the tower often, but when you did (because you didn’t want to talk, because you needed more time), you’d take solitary walks in the city. You kept your head down the way you’d been taught and stuck to the crowded parts of the city, walking at a speed that kept others from approaching you. Sometimes you did look up though, just because you would get a prickling at the back of your neck that something in the air had shifted.

After all, every rooftop in Gotham is his perch. Your eyes had started to naturally scan where the city ended and the sky began to find him, and it usually only took a glimpse for him to leave. You’d still be registering his cowl against the backdrop of the full moon and he’d already be gone, smoke in the night. In his own way, he took care of you.

Despite his wet jacket, Bruce’s body heat burns through, and you’re quickly reminded of how much you missed touching another body like this. “How are things?”

“Alfred and Dory miss you,” you smile at that, “Mayor Reál sends her condolences.”

“And you?”

You don’t even have to see Bruce’s face to know he’s pink in the cheeks now. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

Bruce mulls over your words for a few minutes. Twilight lingers on the horizon, and soon you’d be seeing Bruce off for his nightly duties as the Bat, but you’re thankful he’s in no hurry. “I didn’t want anyone around when it happened to me. Not Alfred, not anyone. Still, he... was always there. Even if I couldn’t see him. Even when I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to do the same. I wanted to wait until you were ready.”

“I... figured.” Bruce shifts lightly, not enough to disturb your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know if I’m ready. But I do miss seeing you. Out of the shadows, I mean.”

Bruce brings one hand out of his pocket and brings you a little closer. Unsure if you’re comfortable with more. You’d think you’d been starved of touch since birth with the way you react to it. “Maybe I’ll... wait in the corner of your room at night until you wake up.”

The very image makes you shiver and laugh. “I’d prefer you just sit with me. Or let me sit with you. I’ll even let you tinker with my car a little more.”

Bruce doesn’t answer in time. People start pouring out of the reception hall as the rain lets up and the sun goes down, exchanging well wishes as Bruce hides his face under the cover of night. By the time everyone is cleared out, twilight has turned into the cloudy, black night characteristic of Gotham. It won’t be long now. 

“Bruce, can I ask you for a favor?”

Bruce catches your eyes, breath going still. You don’t know what he thinks you’re going to ask for, but he looks braced for the worst. “Anything.”

“Will you take me for a ride?”

His shoulder relaxes beneath your head. The bike is just across the lot and you walk hand in hand until Bruce situates his helmet on you. You’d insisted once that he be the one to wear the helmet when riding together, though that was shut down with such intensity that you dared never to suggest it again. It did help that he bought you your own helmet days later, though.

You climb on once Bruce settles down, arms finding their familiar place around his torso. You hope he doesn’t mind that you’re holding him much tighter than usual. 

With the cheek of your helmet pressed in the spot between his shoulder blades, Gotham flies by in a flurry of lights and sounds. At every stoplight, citizens of the city rush about: some to work the evening shift at a diner, some finally on their way from work, and others just like you—wandering. At every stoplight, Bruce reaches a hand back to your knee. Each time, you snuggle that much closer into him.

You go on for what feels like hours. Perhaps it is. All you know is that Bruce doesn’t take you home until your grip starts to go slack.

You think he might leave.

Instead, once Bruce has settled you under your covers, he crawls into the other side—his side—and waits until you reach for him to hold you.

“Don’t you have patrol tonight?” You whisper.

“Yes.” He replies, hesitant.

Perhaps he knows. There’s no way he hadn’t heard you waking up with night terrors, heard you crying and mumbling in your sleep before your dreams released you. He probably knew already, but it didn’t hurt to ask, “Then... can you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep.”

You can’t see his face with your own concealed against his chest. You can only hear his very steady heartbeat thumping in a peaceful tune, one single breath his answer, “Okay.”

The night terrors make it hard to fall asleep on your own, but you’re out within minutes and hope that at least you won’t wake to him pulling away. You don’t think you can handle tonight alone.

But morning comes, and there are no night terrors, and Bruce is still holding you in the same position you’d fallen asleep in. The certainty that this was no mistake on his part is enough to lull you back to bed. Sleep is the most peaceful it’s been all week.

2 months later.

“Careful, whole place is a mess right now. You’ll need one of these.”

A hardhat is passed into your hands seconds before the construction worker abandons you to help tear down a nearby wall, though you don’t struggle to find where you’re going in the daylight. The last time you’d been here, you might as well have been trekking through the set of a horror movie.

It’s not much prettier than before, but it’s definitely a start.

You’re careful not to get in anyone’s way, what with wooden planks being marched through hallways and sawdust flying in every direction. Most rooms are flush with busybodies tearing away at the diseased parts of the house, and others are storage rooms of material you’re not qualified to touch, but none of them seem to have what you’re looking for. If you tried calling out for him, your voice would barely carry over the bustle.

You really shouldn’t be surprised about where you do find him. 

Alfred stands at his side, hands politely tucked behind his back as they examine the ceiling of the ballroom. You hear the butler muttering something that makes Bruce look eager to shut him up. Luckily for him, he spots you then. A smile that had become more commonplace on Bruce’s face is what greets you first, “Well? What do you think?”

You cross the large hall and kick up dust as you go, “Very industrial. What with all the uh... construction.”

Bruce rolls his eyes, “Besides that.”

“It’s got a lot of potential. I can’t imagine what it’ll look like in a few months. Hell, I can’t imagine what it’ll look like when kids are running around in here.”

Alfred smiles, “I can, though a distant memory.”

A lightbulb goes off behind your eyes. “Oh yeah, Dory told me Bruce was a very... active child in here.” At the same time, the light goes out of Bruce’s eyes.

Before Alfred can get any ideas of adding in his two cents, Bruce very unsubtly guides you by the small of your back to another part of the ballroom.

Despite the joy in his features, you couldn’t ignore how tired he’d been looking recently. With his nightly duties and getting the orphanage up and running, you’d found Bruce to be more of a weighted blanket in bed than a partner. You didn’t blame him; you did worry, though.

Your hand naturally finds the curve of his jaw, fingertips brushing where his hair had grown back out again. With Alfred busy training his successor, he hadn’t had the time to trim it out of Bruce’s eyes, but you couldn’t say you were in a hurry for him to get it under control. Sentimental, you were. “It’s amazing, Bruce.”

Your assurance doesn’t penetrate as deeply as you’d hoped. “Wish I’d done it sooner.”

“You needed time to get to a place where you could do it right. Could you imagine trying to get something like this done under Mitchell? Absolutely not.” Bruce looks past you, still not entirely convinced, but you gently guide his gaze back to you, “And you’re not the same Bruce you were before. Everyday, you’re getting better. You’re learning. You can’t rush that.”

A vulnerable look crosses his face. His warm, stubble-ridden cheek leans into your palm searching for more comfort and you gladly give it. 

You still can’t quite wrap your head around where the two of you have ended up. Watching Gotham shift alongside the man responsible for so much of its metamorphosis often felt more like fiction than fact. More than that, though: it felt hopeful. While you didn’t imagine Gotham would ever be “perfect”, its baby steps were a welcome change. “You’re doing a good job, Mr. Wayne. Your parents would be very proud of you.”

Bruce shuts his eyes, “Thanks.”

“I’m very proud of you.”

Bruce’s eyes reopen just a smidge, hooded eyelids revealing only blue half-moons, and he turns his cheek just far enough to press a tender kiss to your palm. Another way of saying thank you. 

“By the way, what was Alfred saying to you before I came in? You looked kinda peeved.”

Bruce groans, pulling you closer by the hand until your elbow rested on his shoulder, “He kept insisting we invest in a ballroom for the tower.”

“Whatever for?”

“Something about... how I should’ve kept up with my dance lessons as a kid. He’s convinced I could’ve been a dancer in another life.”

A silly grin breaks out on your face. “You’re still a good dancer. I recall us dancing on my kitchen counter, on the kitchen floor, in my childhood bedroom-”

Bruce pulls you all of the way into him to shut you up with a kiss, indignant as he was, though Alfred was too far away to have even heard any of that. Out of curiosity, you peek open an eye to look in the old man’s direction.

You’re met with his usual, knowing smile. Perhaps it’s best you don’t ask.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne scenarios #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne #batman x reader #batman scenarios #batman imagine #the batman #battinson x reader #mjwrites #this is also absolutely named after the song that plays during edward and bella's honeymoon in breaking dawn

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Apparently dragon age dreams are just gonna keep coming

I’m not complaining

#this time around #I was a lavellan(maybe Ellana? idk it wasn’t specific) #and basically solas broke up with me because being around him was literally killing me(why? idk.) #and I got locked in a weird closet-like thing that was essentially a dimension where time moved differently #and I know this because I had people on the other side of the door who had decided to help me find solas #idk why it seems like there wasn’t a real purpose to finding him aside from ‘you don’t get to do this you ass’ #and I went through a couple generations of them before I could get out of the room #even then I was still affected by whatever corrupting influence solas had #anyway I got out #we all went a marching #(in what seemed to be a never ending series of movie theater hallways?) #eventually found the bastard #and the only thing I did was jump onto him wrap my arms around him and hold his head to mine #then I woke up #so that’s where my brain was at this morning #forever solas loving hours I guess

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 5)

uh ohh, part 5 baby! im quite enjoying this story so far and i have some fun things planned for it, so i hope you’ll stay with me for them! in today’s part, our fav new celeb couple takes it all the way, though i chose not to include the actual sex part, however im still treating you all with some dirty stuff so enjoy!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4.6k

warning: NSFW content

SERIES MASTERPOST

masterlist

New couple alert?

Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N have been spotted having lunch and grabbing coffee several times in the course of the past few weeks. All the outings looked casual and friendly, they gladly stopped for fans that approached them and the word has it that they’ve been getting closer to each other, though neither of them confirmed anything.

Harry Styles has been known to be single for a while now, only faint rumors swirling up sometimes, but none of them were proven to be true, the young actress is the first woman he has been linked to in a long time. Y/N Y/L/N has been focusing on her blooming career and has been single since her split from long time exboyfriend and fellow actor, Levi Hudson. The pair dated all through 2018, splitting in the beginning of 2019. Hudson has admitted their hectic schedules made it impossible to maintain their relationship while Y/N did not confirm anything.

Styles is going on his world-wide tour soon, while Y/L/N is currently between two projects. The young celebs seem to be enjoying each other’s company and fans have been quick to jump into speculations about their alleged romance, however there is no evidence as of right now.

“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure to talk to you,” the young interviewer smiles at you, holding her hand out and you shake it with a warm smile.

“Thank you for having me! And I really like your shoes, by the way,” you point down at her electric blue pumps that you’ve been eyeing since the start of the interview.

“Oh, thank you! Got them from a vintage store,” she beams, a slight blush playing on her cheeks clearly a little starstruck from your compliment.

“Love those little stores.”

“Me too,” she giggles collecting her papers and notes. “Someone will contact you and your team soon about the photoshoot and I’ll email you a draft of the interview in about a week.”

“That’s perfect, thank you so much,” you nod at her grabbing your purse from the side table next to you. Grabbing your phone from the depth of it you smile to yourself upon seeing the text from Harry.

“Call me when you’re done with the interview Xx.”

You say your goodbye to everyone before heading out of the building. Lawrence is at the front waiting for you in the car and he greets you with a warm smile when you sit into the backseat. As he starts the car and heads back to your home, you call Harry, who picks it up after the second ring.

“Hey! How was the interview?” he beams brightly, his voice immediately making you smile.

“Great! This young girl did it and she had some exciting questions.”

“Sounds lovely. Can’t wait to buy a Cosmopolitan with you on the cover soon,” he says and you can hear the grin through his voice.

“Will look good in your hands for sure,” you chuckle.

“Right. So I have a question for you.”

“Go for it.”

“I’m doing this very small show at Beacon Theater this weekend, kind of a practice before the real tour begins and I was wondering if you’d be up to come. Would love to have you there.”

“When is it exactly?”

“Saturday at nine. I know it’s a short notice and I get it if you have something else going on, just wanted to ask.”

“I think I can make it work,” you smile, thinking back at what your day looks like on Saturday. “Can I bring someone?”

“Of course! Just let me know how many people so I can have the tickets sent over to you.”

“Thank you. It’s sweet of you to think about me.”

“You know I always think about you,” he murmurs and his voice sends a shiver down your spine. Crazy to think how much he can affect you with just his words, he just has a special spell on you, it seems.

“Still such a flirt, I see,” you chuckle, feeling your cheeks heating up as you hear his soft laugh on the other end of the line.

“For you, always.”

“Alright. I’ll text you about the tickets and thank you again. Can’t wait to see you perform finally.”

“It’s been due for a while now, right? Kind of promised you some tickets on Ellen, if I remember correctly.”

“You did!” you laugh thinking back at the time you met him. How funny that just one short game on a talk show led the two of you here. You have to thank Ellen though.

“Now I’m finally keeping my promise. Talk to you later then, Love. Have a great day.”

“You too, Harry.”

 You manage to convince Sydney to join you for the concert, she sounds excited when you ask if she had anything to do on Saturday. Seeing Harry perform before his tour kicks off is a thrill for her she wouldn’t pass on for anything, so she is really grateful that you thought of her as your plus one.

Harry has your passes sent over to your place on Friday and it comes with a bouquet of flowers as well as a card.

“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. What’s your favorite song? I’ll make sure to perform it just for you. –H”

He never fails to make you feel like the only woman on the planet and you can definitely see why so many fall for him even without meeting him. The man has all the power to charm anyone with just a smile.

You put the flowers into a vase and leave them on your dining table before grabbing your phone and sending him a quick text.

“It’s Only Angel,” you simply write, hoping he’ll get it why you just wrote that. Luckily, he does.

“Straight to the setlist. Dedicated to You.”

 Finishing up the last touches to your makeup you bop your head to the song blasting through the stereo. It’s Only Angel, of course. You’ve had it on repeat all afternoon and now you can’t wait to actually see Harry perform it live.

Just as you are about to get changed, Syd arrives so you let her in with a beaming smile and when she hears the music upon walking into your place she cheers in excitement.

“Yes! This is such a jam!” she smirks, doing a little dance as you lock the door behind her.

“You look fantastic, Syd,” you tell her. The black short dress looks amazing paired with the lilac oversized blazer. Her makeup matches the same color and you are obsessed with the fishnet tights. She will surely make men wish she was into them.

“Thank you! Spent two hours figuring out what to wear, so I hope I look fantastic,” she giggles.

She helps you put together your outfit as well. Wide legged flaming red pants that make your waist look snatched, a black sheer top tucked into it with just a black bralette underneath. You already know Harry will be a fan of the skin you’re showing, you can’t wait to see his face when he finally spots you.

You quickly pack your essentials into a black Chanel purse along with stuff you need for a possible sleepover if things might take a pleasant turn, and you finish with everything just when the doorman calls up through the intercom that Lawrence has arrived.

“So, what’s the deal with you and him, if I may ask?” Syd questions in the car, not in a nosy way, more like a curious, friendly way.

“We are… getting close,” you say, tasting the word on your tongue. You haven’t labeled whatever you have going on with Harry, nor do you really know what it should be called. You’ve been trying hard to make time for each other as much as possible, making small lunch and coffee dates a regular thing. He came over to your place one evening for a movie and that’s the only time you were able to be alone with him, though nothing sexual happened. Yet. The real deal is yet to happen and if you are being honest you are running short on patience. It’s getting harder to hold yourself back and keep your hands to yourself as well when you are out with him, but you agreed to keep it lowkey out in the public.

Tonight, however, you have a feeling what you’ve been waiting for so long might actually happen and you can only hope Harry is planning the same thing. You are absolutely ready to bluntly ask if he wants to spend the night at your place.

“But you’re heading… somewhere, right?”

“I hope so,” you smile shyly.

“That’s amazing. I think you two are a match,” Syd smirks at you.

By the time you arrive to the venue the gates have been opened so people are busy getting inside, giving you the chance to walk inside through the backdoors without any fuss.

“Miss, Harry requested me to usher you to his dressing room when you arrive,” the girl at the door smiles at you with a clipboard in her hands and a headset covering her ears.

“Oh, alright,” you nod, turning to Syd. “You go ahead and get us a good place,” you tell her and she nods walking away with a wave as she heads up to the second floor that’s fully reserved for friends and family.

Following the girl down the hallway you are led to a room that has Harry’s name on it. She gently knocks on the door and a few moments later it flies open, revealing Harry in a colorful suit and a simple white button-down shirt. He looks breathtaking, hair fixed perfectly and the wide grin stretching across his lips when he sees you standing there.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, grabbing your hand and pulling inside, snatching you away from the preying eyes. Once the door clicks closed behind you, he is quick to press his lips to yours in a sweet welcoming kiss. Ever since your first official date he hasn’t passed on any chance to kiss you whenever you had the luxury of privacy to yourselves, which hasn’t happened too much, leaving you both with a growing hunger for each other every time you meet.

“Mm of course I am,” you smile against his lips before pecking them one last time and leaning back. “Looking great, Mr. Styles,” you grin, taking your time to wander your eyes down on him.

“Yeah? Like the suit?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, I love your outfit as well. M’gonna have a hard time not thinking about you on the stage.”

“Please think about me,” you breathe out with a coy smile.

“Don’t fucking say that to me, you are giving me a hard time,” he groans and you just chuckle at the tortured look on his face.

“Sorry,” you mumble, but your face doesn’t meet your words. He squeezes your waist gently, pecking your lips in a rush before he lets go of you.

“I need to go over a few things before we start, so just go ahead and join Syd. Meet me here after the show?”

“Yeah, perfect,” you nod smiling. “Good luck out there,” you wink and he grins at you with bright eyes. His hands grab onto yours before you head out, pulling you in for one last kiss before you leave.

You feel flustered and you take a few deep breaths on your way up to the gallery to find Syd who managed to get an amazing spot at the front on the left side.

They offer everyone up on the gallery some champagne before the show starts and looking around you see a few familiar faces, but no one you specifically know. You stick with Sydney who is over the moon about the show and you are kind of sharing her excitement.

When the lights go down and the music finally starts, you can’t help but join in with the screams that fill the theater.

You’ve seen videos of him performing, in One Direction and solo as well. You’ve seen pictures and you’ve heard the words about how amazing he is on stage, but none of those live up to the actual experience. The sensation that takes over you just by seeing him appear on the stage as the whole theater chants his name as one, it completely sweeps you off your feet and for a second you wonder how you could live a life without this experience.

When his voice starts to flow through the massive speakers you need to take a deep breath, a shiver runs down your spine and you chug down the rest of your champagne so you could get rid of the glass and hold onto the railing with both hands because you feel like you need to ground yourself before you shoot into the sky.

Song after song, he performs perfectly, bringing every single person in the audience to that euphoric state they’ve been probably seeking their whole life. The experience is surely one of a kind, something you’ll definitely be thinking about for a long time.

Time seems to stop, though it cruelly carries on even when you forget about it completely. The concert is nearing its end and Harry takes a breather as he places his guitar to the stand behind him. You watch his every move as he walks back to the microphone, his gaze moving up to the gallery, roaming through the people until they find you.

“This last song is dedicated… to my Only Angel,” he murmurs into the microphone as the audience erupts, blows up at once and your heart skips a beat when his eyes linger over you for a little longer before the music starts to play.

You faintly hear Syd screaming next to you, probably aware that the dedication was addressed to you, but you can’t tear your eyes off of the man on the stage.

He nails it perfectly, looking like an absolute rockstar that he truly is and for a moment you can’t believe you have his attention and interest. How can such a precious and unbelievably talented man be in your reach?

Because I deserve great things in life, you tell yourself, a little mantra you’ve gotten around to repeat every time you found yourself doubting your success and happiness.

The concert eventually ends and though no one in the room desires the end of it, Harry leaves and you are abruptly brought back to reality.

“That was… something else truly,” Syd breathes out as the two of you linger around a little longer, trying to come down from the high you just experienced.

“Yeah. He is so fucking talented it’s almost unfair,” you chuckle running a hand through your hair.

“This tour will kill thousands of people all around the world,” she muses and for a moment, reality sets in and you realize that Harry will leave for his worldwide tour very soon, leaving you behind.

You get rid of the thought, not wanting to stress over something that’s not relevant just yet and you don’t want to ruin the evening either. Fears and stress can wait a little longer.

The two of you make your way backstage, walking into a bit of a chaos as all close friends and family want to congratulate to Harry and the band as well. Standing at the side you let everyone have their time, barely even seeing Harry in the sea of people in the spacious green room. Syd keeps you company as you wait and about thirty minutes later it seems like the crowd is starting to loosen up.

Harry spots you and excuses himself immediately from his conversation with a couple, heading in your direction with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his pretty face.

“Congrats, that was mind-blowing,” you smirk as he reaches you, a hand curling around your waist as he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek, keeping it as moderate as possible, though you both just want to jump at each other.

“Thank you, Love,” he nods, a blush tinting his cheeks from your words. “Hello Sydney, so great to see you again,” he greets the girl next to you and they share a short hug.

“Hi! Loved the show so much!” she giggles in excitement.

“Thank you for coming.”

The three of you chat for a while before Sydney says she is gonna call herself an Uber, so after saying her goodbye she leaves you alone with Harry, as much as you can be alone with a bunch of other people around.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he clears his throat as his hand finds its way back to the small of your back.

“Go for it.”

“We are gonna grab a drink at some bar, but nothing over the top and I wanted to ask if you would want to join.”

“Sounds good,” you smile, feeling a little disappointed. This is not exactly what you wanted him to ask. Luckily, he is not done with his questions.

“Also… I-If it’s cool by you, I thought that… maybe you could come over?”

“Mmm, go over and do what?” you tease him, your smile stretching wider with each passing moment.

“I have plenty of ideas, Love,” he breathes out, making you laugh. “We could drop by your place if you need anything to stay over.”

“No need. Packed a bag,” you slyly grin at him, taking him by surprise clearly, but it’s surely a pleasant one.

“Always a step ahead of me, huh?” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

It takes some time to actually leave the venue and head off to the bar with a close group of friends of him and the band. A secluded area was already reserved for you that has its own bar, so you could enjoy the evening without worrying about preying eyes of strangers or fans. You really weren’t in the mood to keep your distance from Harry, this way at least you were able to touch each other in a more intimate way without speculations swirling up immediately.

You get to know his band and some of his friends, they are all genuinely amazing people, but you weren’t expecting anything else. You figured he only surrounds himself with people like him. His hands often find your waist and he doesn’t shy away from kissing your cheek or giving your hips a gentle squeeze, just letting you know you have his attention and he appreciates that you’re there.

It’s nearing one am when the guests start leaving and soon enough you find yourself in the back of your car with Harry, heading to his place, while you try your best to keep your hands away from him. You wouldn’t put Lawrence through the trauma of having to see or hear something he shouldn’t.

But that doesn’t stop you from kissing, something you’ve been dying to do all night. Your hand rests on his thigh while he has an arm curled around your shoulders, keeping you tight by his side, delicately brushing his nose against your hair every time your lips are not connected.

“Thank you, Lawrence. I’ll call myself a taxi in the morning, have the day off,” you tell your driver who smiles in your way thankfully while Harry grabs your and his bags from the back of the car.

“Thank you, Miss. Enjoy your night,” he nods in your way as you shut the door closed.

You try to take your duffel bag from Harry, but he insists to carry it as the two of you walk inside his house.

“Want something to drink? Water, tea or something?” he asks, setting the bags down near his giant, comfortable looking couch. Your thoughts immediately wander to a dirty field, picturing him sitting on that very couch as you kneel in front of him, pleasuring him so good that his eyes roll back…

“Yeah, water please,” you say clearing your throat. Some hydration will come handy after the drinks you chugged down at the bar.

You follow him as he shuffles into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a bottled water from the fridge for you, pouring some into the glass before handing it to you.

“Thank you. You have a nice place for yourself,” you tell him, looking around in his home.

“Thanks. Been working on it for a while,” he chuckles softly. “Feels a bit too big for just myself though.”

You finish the water and set your eyes at him, feeling your hunger for him grow with each passing moment. Placing the empty glass to the marble counter you take a step closer to him.

“You feel lonely often?” you question in a low voice. His eyes return to you and you are happy to see the same lust in them.

“Would say so, yes,” he nods, running his tongue over his pink lips before he reaches out and grabbing you by your hips, he draws you close to him. Leaning down his lips brush against the shell of your ear, a shiver runs down your spine when you hear his whisper in it. “Hope it’ll change soon.”

At a loss of patience, you grab his face and angle it perfectly so you can kiss him hard. And by hard, you mean real hard. He stumbles back from the force, but manages to keep his balance, returning the kiss just as vehemently as he receives it, a tug of war starting between the two of you.

His hands work fast on the sheer fabric of your shirt, pulling it out from the waistband of your pants, getting rid of it eagerly as his lips wander down on your neck, collarbones and chest. He easily turns the two of you around so you are pushed against the edge of the countertop, his hips pushed against you and it’s clearer that daylight just how excited he is to have you here tonight. Your eyes flicker over to the couch again and the desire to please him with your mouth just bursts, you can’t hold yourself back anymore.

So you push him away from you, grabbing his wrist and yanking him after you, heading towards the couch. You push him down and his lustful eyes follow every move of yours as you kneel in front of him and he realizes what you are about to do. He doesn’t stop you when you work to unbutton his pants, but his hand finds your chin and he pulls you up for a swift, but passionate kiss.

Once you successfully undid his pants he lifts his hips and you spare some time and energy, pulling them down along with his underwear, leaving him only in his vintage printed t-shirt as his cock springs free. You push your thighs together just at the sight of him, the way his eyes burn down on you, how his lips part when your gazes meet and the way he sucks on his breath when your fingers dig into his thighs near his crotch as you situate yourself closer.

“I believe I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?” you ask with a cheeky smirk before wrapping your left hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze, just enough to get him even more excited. A whimpered moan slips from his lips and you lean closer, giving his cock a lick from bottom to top, wrapping your lips around the head as you swirl your tongue around it.

“Fuck hell!” he breathes out, clearly enjoying himself, hands fisting the cushion next to him, but you bet they’ll be buried in your hair soon.

You’re not an expert in the field of blowjobs, but it’s been your thing to come barging right through the door and jump the easy teasing whenever you were on your knees for a man. So with your hands fixed on his beautiful face, you sink down on him, his cock gliding into your mouth right until the tip reaches the back of your throat, earning the loudest moan you’ve heard from him. Shutting your eyes closed you keep him like that for a second until the urge to gag starts to set in, so you slide him out, your saliva dripping down his erection as your eyes meet his and you can tell you shocked him with your bold first move.

“Do that one more time and I won’t last for a minute,” he warns breathing heavily and you just smirk up at him before going into action again, this time only taking a smaller portion of him, pumping the base to make up for the lack of deep throating, but it appears that he enjoys just the simple part of it equally. As you keep bobbing your head, taking as much of him as you can without gagging, his right hand flies to your hair, taking a handful of it as he gently guides your head, keeping it in the rhythm that works the best for him and you happily let him do whatever makes him feel good.

When your free hand goes to gently massage his balls your name erupts from him in the most voluptuous way you’ve heard him call out for you. As if he just cried out for God himself.

“Y/N, fuck, I won’t last long,” he warns you, but that’s all you want. You need to see him come undone under your touch, you want to be the reason his breath hitches. Picking up your pace you see him whimper some more, head falling backwards to the back of the couch. It’s a heavenly view and you wish you could take a picture of his beauty as he enjoys himself on this intimate level. You’ve never wanted to please a man more than him and just seeing him in this blissful state makes you wet through your underwear.

When his breathing starts to get uneven, chest heaving wildly, you take all of him again, his head poking the back of your throat and you push your tongue against his length as you slide him out, picking up the same pace that you kept before, both hands working hard on him.

“Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!” he warns again and just a few seconds later, you feel the evidence of his satisfaction spurt into the back of your throat, eyes falling on you as you give him one last lick before swallowing everything that’s in your mouth.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out pulling you up, eagerly kissing you without a second thought, his hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place. “You surely know how to kill a man, yea?” he huffs making you chuckle.

“Think you can go for a second one?” you sheepishly ask, blinking up at him from under your long lashes.

“I’ll have enough time to recover while I eat you out like you’re my last meal,” he bluntly replies, and a moan almost slips from your lips.

“Show me what you got, Styles,” you challenge him and he doesn’t need more, he easily picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he heads straight to the bedroom.

“As you wish, Angel,” he mumbles against your skin, peppering your neck and shoulder with featherlike kisses along his way until he throws you to his bed, ruthlessly tearing the remaining of your clothes off your body.

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Same Time (1)

Pairing: Changbin x Reader / Minho x Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers sort of, Friends with benefits

Warnings: Eventual Angst and Smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Authors Note: This is now a mini series! It will consist of 7 or 8 parts! Hope you look forward to it! If you would like to be tagged, let me know!

Taglist: @binnieboyswhore @f4ncyvelvet @skittlez-area512 @biaswreckingfics @buttvi

You walk through the empty dorm, heading to a specific room, one you had frequented quite a few times before. 

You walk into Changbin's room, seeing him sitting on his bed, playing in his phone. 

"Finally." He groans, standing up and walking towards you. 

"No one can know about this." You gasp as Changbin's lips attach to your neck, gently sucking, allowing a small moan to escape from your lips.  He removes his mouth from you, looking you in the eyes with a knowing look. 

"Why do you keep mentioning that?" He huffs. "I haven't told anyone anything." He finishes, moving his face back towards your neck, peppering kisses up and down.

"I heard you with Bangchan." You breathe heavily. "Talking about the girl you're fucking, the one with the tight pussy." You gasp. "They're going to want to know who it is, or meet her. So stop." 

He doesn't reply to you, instead his hands reach down for the hem of your shirt, tugging at it before beginning to lift it, exposing your stomach and then your breasts. He moves his body away from yours, and you raise your arms letting him fully take your shirt off and throwing it onto the floor of his room. 

"I'm serious, Changbin. The guys can't know." You say as he looks down at your breasts, pushed up with the help of a lace bra. 

"My favorite color." Changbin laughs, reaching behind you with one hand and undoing the clasp of your bra like a goddammit magician. You stare at him in disbelief as he smirks back, pulling the lace cloth from your body and dropping it down to the floor to join your shirt. "I have always loved your tits." He exclaims, cupping both your breasts with both his hands before opening his mouth and wrapping it around your nipple. Your hands run through his hair as he sucks slowly, flicking the tip with his tongue. 

"Changbin?" You both hear from the otherside of the door. "Are you in there?" 

He releases your nipple, his head shooting straight up as the two of you begin to panic. You scramble to hook your bra up, grabbing your shirt before running to the bathroom, quietly closing the door just before his door opens. 

Changbin sits on his bed with a pillow sitting on his crotch, hiding his very large erection. 

You press your ear to the door of the bathroom, doing your best to hear their conversation. 

"What?" Changbin asks, clearing his throat. 

Minho walks into the room, looking around, before looking at Changbin with confusion plastered over his face. 

"Is Ayn here? I thought I heard her giggle." He asks, a small blush spreading across his face.  

"Yeah, she's in the bathroom." Changbin says, pointing to the bathroom.

You take a deep breath, continuing to listen. "What were you guys doing in here?" He asks. 

"Just talking about shit. Did you need something?" Changbin asks, getting annoyed. 

"Yeah, I have something to ask Ayn." He answers. Changbin tenses up at is reply, feeling like he knew what he wanted to ask. He knew Minho had feeling for you, even before you and he started fucking around, but hey, it wasn't his fault Minho didn't get to you first. 

You turned on the tap, quickly walking your hands and flushing the toilet before opening the door to make your appearance. 

"Oh, hey Minho." You smile, as you walk out of the bathroom, drying your hands on a towel you had found laying on the bathroom floor. 

"Hey you." Minho grins widely. "A few of us were going for lunch, if you wanted to join?" He asks. 

"I'd love to." You smile, walking towards him. 

"Hey!" Changbin yells. "What about me?" 

"Uh yeah, if you wanna come you can." Minho says, smiling at you while he talks to Changbin. 

You had yet to confirm it, but you had a bit of a gut feeling that Minho had a thing for you and honestly if he ever asked you out, you'd probably say yes. Changbin had made a sort of agreement from the first time the two of you hooked up that whatever the two of you were, you would just be two friends fucking and nothing more. 

*Flashback; 6 months ago* 

You were walking through the dorm, looking for anyone, but it had seemed like everyone was out. You checked almost all the bedrooms, and with your hand on the door knob, you turned and opened Changbin's door. Your eyes immediately fell to the bed, seeing Changbin laying there with his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it fast. The sounds of his grunts and moans echoing through the room. 

He looks up and sees you, panic mode setting in. "Ayn.. uh.. I.. " he stutters, trying to cover himself. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry" You say, squeezing your eyes shut. You had heard the door close behind you as you walked into the room. You turn your body facing where you thought the door was, reaching your hand out, trying to find the door knob that had just been let go but you were struggling. Even with your eyes closed, you pictured his cock, making your pussy throb, it had been months since you had been fucked, and seeing how thick and long his dick was, it instantly soaked your panties.

You gave up on finding the door knob and just began to back out of his room, whispering apologies. 

"Wait." Changbin yells. 

You stop. 

"Would you want to.. fuck around?" He asks. 

Your eyes open. You look down, seeing him pump his cock. 

"As friends.. with benefits." He says. "I know it's been a while for you too.." 

"Two friends helping each other get off.." you whisper. 

"Yeah, a friend helping another friend." Changbin smiles. "No feelings involved. We're just friends." He says again. 

"Yeah." You say forcing a smile. "Got it. Just friends." You knew this was a bad idea. 

You knew you shouldn't do if, considering you had a very sizeable crush on him, but you'd never be able to tell him. You knew this would likely end up ruining you, and your friendship. 

"So what do you say?" He asks, a smirk appearing on his handsome face. 

Say no. Ayn don't. 

"Absolutely." You answer. 

Having him this way is better than not having him at all. 

"So Ayn, anywhere in particular you feel like for lunch?" Minho asks you, holding the door open for you. 

"It doesn't matter to me." You smile. "Wherever you guys wanna go is fine with me." You finish, motioning to the rest of the guys who were waiting in the hallway. 

"Pizza!" Hyunjin yells, raising his fist in the air. The rest of the men begin moving down the hallway, Minho waiting for you, and you were waiting for Changbin. 

"Lets go or we're leaving you." You yell into the living room. 

"Yeah yeah, stop rushing me or I won't eat your pu.." he pauses seeing Minho still standing there. "Pizza.. uh.. When you make homemade pizza next time I won't eat it." He coughs, trying to hide his slight embarrassment. 

"When did you make homemade pizza?" Minho asks as you began walking downg the hallway after glaring at Changbin. 

"I um, I'm not sure what he's talking about. You know him, always making things up." You tell him. 

Minho just nods his head, but you can tell he's trying to figure something out. "What kind of pizza are you going to get?" You ask Minho, trying to distracy him. It seems to work, he perks up, smiling at you. "Wanna split one?" He suggests. 

"Sure." You say, smiling back at him. 

While you were too busy looking at Minho, you missed the scoff and eye roll from Changbin who trailed behind you. 

**

A few days later, you sat on the couch at the dorm, laughing at a show with Bangchan while the rest of the members muddled around the dorm doing whatever they were going to do. 

"Hey, Ayn?" Minho calls you from behind the couch. You turn your head to look back at the nervous looking man. 

"What's up?" You ask, resting your chin on your hand on the back of the couch. 

"Could I talk to you for a minute?" He asks. "Over here?" He says, nodding his head towards the kitchen. 

You get off the couch, heading towards the kitchen with Minho following behind you, closing the small door separating the kitchen and the living room. 

"You okay?" You ask the man who stands there, his hands fidgeting in front of him.

"I'm going to ask you something, and I need to lose it before I lose my nerve." He says in in semi panicked voice. 

"Okay, go a head." You laugh. You can feel the butterflies floating around in your stomach as you wait for the question he needs to ask you. You already have a feeling you know what it was going to be. 

"Would you.." he pauses. Just as he's about to finish his sentence, the kitchen door opens revealing Changbin, who walks in, heading for the fridge. "Go on a date with me?" He says. 

Changbin freezes, his hand on the fridge door as he anticipates your answer. 

"I would love too." You smile. You can see the change in Minho's demeanour immediately as he processes the fact that you said yes. 

"Awesome.. wow. Okay, cool." He excitedly says. "Tonight? Like an hour?" He asks. 

"An hour works great." You nod. 

"Movie?" He asks. 

"Perfect." You smile, watching Minho exit the kitchen with a giant smile on his face.  

"A movie with Minho?" Changbin asks, turning around to face you. 

"Yeah, so what?" You say, shrugging your shoulders. 

"It's a date." He reminds you. 

"I know that." You laugh. "I heard when he said the word date." 

"Interesting." He mumbles, his hand gripping his bottle tightly. "You're really going to go? He asks. 

"Why wouldn't I?" 

"Cause you and I.." he trails off. 

"Are just friends, remember?" You say, patting his chest before walking out of the kitchen, getting more excited about your date. 

 ** 

Later that night you are standing outside the movie theater with Minho after the movie had finished. 

"That was a good movie." Minho says.  

"Oh yeah, really good." You agree but truthfully you hadn't paid much attention to the movie. You had been far too focused on on fact that the two of you were sitting so close to eachother, and your heart was beating so fast you thought he would most definitely be able to hear it from where he was. 

Your hands touched a few times as you both reached for popcorn, making the butterflies in your stomach flutters faster. You both nervously laughed, pulling your hands away. But it didn't take long for him to do the move, the one where he pretends to stretch, and places his arm on your shoulder, pulling you in close. You stayed like that for for rest of the movie, not to mention the fact that he held your hand when you were walking out of the theater. 

Minho was someone you could definitely see yourself with, but unfortunately you still had one problem. After he dropped you off at your apartment complex, he watched you go up the stairs until you were out of sight. You smiled at the ground as you walked towards your apartment. You looked up to see a figure leaning against your door with his arms crossed. 

You roll your eyes as you approach Changbin, nudging him over with your hip so you can put your key in your lock. 

"How was your date?" He asks, his face close to yours, a smile on his face. 

"It was really nice." You say, opening your door. You stand in your doorway on the inside while Changbin stands in the door way in the hallway, his arms on either side of the frame, leaning in close to you. 

"Will you see him again?" He asks. 

"Probably, yes." You laugh, walking into your apartment. 

"What about me? What are you going to do with me?" He asks, walking into your house, closing the door behind him. 

"What about you? Why do I have to do anything with you? Me and Minho aren't anything." You say. "As of now." 

You look at Changbin, a grin spreading across your face. "Why do you care, it's not like you're jealous, or are you?" You laugh. You grab your phone, reading the text from Minhk asking if you made it into your apartment okay. 

Changbin doesn't say anything, but stalks towards you, sliding his hand to the back of your head, pulling you in until your lips meet, making you forget all about your date with Minho. 

With your lips attached, he moves you both into the living room, sliding his tongue into your mouth, pressing himself into you. You can feel his cock pushing into your through his pants. You just wanted him to fuck you now. 

"Fuck me." You breathe, breaking the kiss, your phone still in your hand. Changbin bends you over the back of your couch, hiking up your skirt to expose your ass. He drags your panties down your legs, pooling them around your ankles as he forces your legs open. He moves his head under you, licking a your pussy with the flat of his tongue. He spreads your lips, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue as he begins to slurp up your juices. He brings his hand up, pushing two fingers inside of you, making you gasp. Your head is laid on the back of the couch, your hand still gripping your phone as Changbin continues to eat your pussy and finger you. 

Your phone rings loudly, startling you. "It's him." You moan as Changbin sucks on your clit. He removes himself from you to say two words. 

"Answer it." Before going back to latch his lips to your clit. 

"Hello?" You breathe, your legs shaking as Changbin picks up the pace of his fingers. 

"Hey you." Minho replies. "You okay?" 

"I'm good." You say. "What's up?" 

"Have you heard from Changbin?" He asks. "We have rehearsal but no one can find him." He says. 

"Oh, Changbin is supposed to be at rehearsal?" You partially moan. "No he's not here but I'm sure he's on his way." You say, squeezing your eyes closed as you cum all over Changbin's face, letting out a small moan over the phone. "I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." You quickly say, hanging up the phone.

Changbin stands up, licking as much of his face as he can before he walks towards the door. 

"Until next time." He winks, walking out the door, leaving you there panting and feeling slightly guilty about doing that to Minho. Although, that night you went to bed dreaming about one person, and one person only.

#kpopscape #changbin fanfic #changbin smut #seo changbin #lee know #minho smut #lee minho #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #stray kids #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop imagines

[atalho-s]

Sweet Sugar

2 | Oh this town it's so electric

pairing: tom holland x reader 

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 2.5 k

a/n: english it’s not my first language, sorry for any mistake!

Summary: Y/n has always been Harrison’s and Tom’s best friend. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 2! If you want to read Part 1 click here

Don’t forget to check out the playlist by @petesrparker​ created for the series! here

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It was almost 7pm on Saturday and I was almost ready to go meet Tom before we went to the party. I had put on a stylish shirt along with a skirt (a little shorter than i usually wore) and a sandal with a medium heel. After finishing doing my outline, I take the bag with the gift and went down the stairs.

The day before I had found something in the mall, a chain with an amber stone as a pendant. The attendant of the store had told me it meant protection and calm, which I thought was perfect to give to Tom as a way to show that I was there to comfort him whenever he needed it.

As soon as I went downstairs my mother was already waiting for me to fill me with accessories (she always complained that I didn't "dress up" properly).

- You look beautiful! - She said putting a bracelet on my wrist and two rings on my fingers.

- Aw, thanks mom!- I said giving a kiss on her cheek. - I have to go, because I'm almost late, I don't know what time I'll be back, probably before midnight.

-Okay, If you need anything calls us and we'll go get you. - She said and I nodded waving to my father who was in the living room. - Give my birthday wishes to Thomas and a hi to Haz for me and take this pie to Nikki. - She handed me a bag with a pot as we walked down the stairs from the front door.

- Okay, bye mom! - I said and waved down the street.

After walking for less than 10 minutes I was in front of Tom's house, took a deep breath, went up the stairs to the entrance and knocked on the door. I heard some screams to open the door from the inside and a "messy hair" Harry wearing striped pajamas answered me.

- It's Y/n! - He yelled to the side. - Come in. - He said as he gave me space and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

- Are you ready to sleep? - I said pointing to his pajamas. - Actually it's time to children to be in bed, you're right. - and Harry stuck out his tongue.

- So funny. Since we're not old enough to go to the party with you guys, me, Sam and Paddy are going to play video games and watch movies, you know, boys night. - He said as if celebrating, putting a fist up.

- Got it. In fact, what I really wanted was to be with you guys watching movies, much better than a party. - I said as we arrived in the kitchen, where Nikki and Sam were preparing cookies.

- I doubt it, I can't wait to go out and have fun at night. Harry said and I shrugged.

- What can I do? I'm a old lady... - I laughed and greeted Nikki and Sam with a hug.

- I wish my children like to stay in home like you. -Nikki spoke as she took the cookie shape out of the oven.

- Well Nikki, I've already tried to get them on the right path, but they're too rebellious.- I said and Harry and Sam giggled. - My mother sent you apple pie. - I put the bag on the counter.

- Yay, your moms apple pie is delicious!- Sam said opening the bag and taking a fork to taste.

- Teenagers....I don't know what I do with these pests anymore.- Nikki said putting her hand on her hip and watching Harry and Sam fight to eat the pie.

- Did I hear pie?- Paddy came into the kitchen greeting me with our handshake, which I taught him since he was practically a baby, Paddy and I had our little bond, I was his defender when the older brothers made fun of him.

He stole Sam's fork and ran off as he and Harry ran after him screaming.

-Oh God…I don't deserve this.- Nikki laughed. - Honey, Tom is there in his room getting ready, if you want to go upstairs.

- Okay, I'll hurry him.- I said and she agreed, laughing. - By the way, you look amazing! I loved your outfit.

- Thank you Nikki! - I thanked going towards the stairs.

Once I got to the top I walked until I reached the end of the hallway where Tom's room was, knocking on the door.

- Tommy? Can I come in? - I asked and heard a "come in!" from the inside.

I opened the door and saw Tom in front of the mirror finishing his hair. He wore a basic white T-shirt and black jeans, along with a black all star with white laces. He looks beautiful, which made me miss a few heartbeats for a moment.

- Did you like it? - He asked turning to me and opening his arms looking at himself and then at me again.

- Perfect! I loved the all star- I said and he smiled.

- You not looking bad yourself either... New skirt? - He said looking me up and down making me feel my cheeks burning.

- It's old, but I've never used it, I left it for special dates.

- I felt honored now- he said and I laughed.

-Hey happy brithday! - I approached and hugged him feeling his delicious and intoxicating perfume. - Best wishes, I hope all your dreams come true. - I said still hugging him tight and closing my eyes feeling him kiss my cheek when we let go.

- Thank you mate, you and Haz are one of the best thinga in my life. - He said and I smiled seeing him smile back, and what a smile... Damn y/n! Stop thinking things that shouldn't be thought!!

-I have a present for you!-I said, delivering my bag in his hands.

- Yay!! - He got excited sitting on the bed to open it like a child on Christmas Day. -Wow!- he said taking the chain out of the box. - It's beautiful... Thank you so much darling, I love it! - and obviously I blushed even more with the pet name. Tom called all the women closest to him darling or love, which was normal, but whenever he said to me, for some reason, I felt a warm feeling in my heart...

- You're welcome Tommy, it's an amber stone to bring you protection and patience.

- Perfect, everything I need - he looked at me - I'll use it right now! It even matched my outifit- he said putting the chain around his neck and winking at me right after.

- I liked it, it looks amazing. - I said looking at him and he hugged me from the side.

- Hey, we have to go if we don't want to be late.- he said getting up and giving me his hand to get up too.

- Right. - I said, following him out of the room and down the stairs behind him.

- Mom? We're already going! - he yelled, taking the keys from the counter and Nicki appeared approaching.

- You two are rocking huh? Both look beautiful! My baby is already so grown... - she said squeezing one of Tom's cheeks making me laugh and he rolled his eyes.

- Mom...

- Okay, go ahead, and don't drink! Especially you young man - she said pointing at Tom with her intimidating finger. - And don't come back too late.

- Okay mom. I'm responsible.

- Yeah... I'm just more relieved, because the Y/n goes too, she's the only sane one of this "impossible trio." - and I made a face of "proud of myself", puffing out my chest.

-Ha-ha, yeah sure...- Tom replied and I hit his arm causing him to rub it pretending he was in pain.

- I'm the oldest and most responsible, Nikki is absolutely right. - I said and Nikki laughed.

- You said like you're very old, but it's only some months... - He start saying and I raised my hand ready to hit him again, making him shrink with fear. - Okay, okay... Now let's go, because we're already too late. - Tom said opening the door letting me through and we waved to Nikki.

We took an uber and arrived in 20 minutes in front of the party. It was a really nice house, Tom’s friend welcome us on the front door and lead us to the backward, into what appeared to be a small wood structure with a big window at the front, but when Tom and I walked in after passing the door, the place was a lot bigger than it looked. It had a lot tables around like a big saloon even with a dance floor and seemed to be very cozy. When we walked in you could hear an indie song playing in the background, which I really liked as it's one of my favorite styles. Passing through the door we already saw some familiar people seated, including Haz.

- Finally! The birthday boy arrived!- Tuwaine, one of the boys' friends, who eventually became mine too, stood up greeting Tom with a hug.

- Thanks mate.- Tom said returning the hug and greeting the rest of the people who were at the table and I went after him greeting them too.

- Good to see you here Y/n! I know you're not a big fan of parties.- Tuwaine said as I sat between him and Haz.

- Well, it’s what we do for friends, right? - I laugh looking at Tom who was talking to some friends from the school.

An hour passed and everyone was drinking and talking happily. Tom sat at the end of the long table a little away from where I was with Haz and Tuwaine, so the 3 of us were talking nonsense and joking together.

Until a group of 4 girls arrived together, one of them I could recognize as being Gracie, a girl from the school, I didn't know her very well, we were classmates, we did math together, but we never talked. And another face I knew well: Meghan. A girl who do theater with the boys and who was everyone's crush. Tom and Haz were always talking about her, but I had never talked to her for a long time, just the times I would meet the boys at the theater, we would say hello and goodbye and that was it. The only thing I knew was that Tom was in love with her since he was a child.

Obviously that made me a little jealous, which was ridiculous, because I didn't even know her very well and even though I felt something different for Tom for the past few months, it wasn't right for me to be jealous, he was my friend, that's all.

The girls approached the table and Tom got up to greet them.

-I'm glad you came!-I heard him say as he kissed Meghan's cheek and hugged the others. I could see Gracie looking in Haz's direction and look away quickly, which made me raise a curious eyebrow.

They sat down and I saw Meghan walking to the bar with Tom as they chatted excitedly. I looked away picking up my glass with a drink I didn't even know what it was anymore, taking a sip. I heard someone approaching and when I looked up I saw Gracie.

- Hi Haz! Good to see you. - She said and I saw Haz turn a little red.

- Good to see you too Gracie!- he said greeting her across the table.

- Do you guys know each other?- I asked looking from one to the other.

- Yes we did English together. - Haz said.

- You are Y/n aren't you? Do we do math together? - Gracie asked.

- Yes we do! Do you know Meghan too?

- Yes, she is a childhood friend of mine, as she said she was coming on Tom's birthday and didn't want to come alone me, Beverly and Paige came to accompany her.

- Got it, do you want to sit with us? - I said pointing to the chair in front of us.

- I wish, but the girls are already asking me to sit with them, we haven't seen each other for a while, you know, don't you want to go sit with us instead? - She said pointing to the other table where the other 3 girls were looking at her, calling her.

- It's a good idea. - Haz said and looked at me and Tuwaine who agreed, getting up.

So Gracie went in the front with Tuwaine behind her and me and Haz got a little further back, where I poked him.

- Why didn't you tell me you had a crush? - I asked like a whisper so that only he could hear me.

- It's not a crush... She's just a nice girl from my class, that's all. - he replied.

- Haz I know you.- I said and he rolled his eyes giggling.

We arrived at the table and stayed there talking and getting to know each other. The girls were really nice and cool, which I ended up getting along really well with them, especially Gracie, which was funny because we did a class together and we never even said hello to each other. In the meantime, Tom and Meghan had already returned from the bar with their drinks, where Meghan ended up finding a way to sit next to Tom at the other table, which I thought was a little weird, but I ignored it.

After a few minutes Tom approached our table.

- Hey guys, we’re going to the dance floor, do you guys want to?- he asked leaning between my chair and Haz.

Everyone ended up agreeing, getting up and following him to the dance floor, where Meghan and a few others at the other table were already dancing. The song Juicebox by The strokes starts playing, and everyone sang loudly. I was a little behind as I hated dancing, but I also joined in the singing, because Strokes was one of my favorite bands.

Soon after, the song Glockenspiel song by D.I.D started to play. We got even more excited and started jumping singing. I saw Haz approach Gracie, which made me smile, they looked cute together. So, I looked around and realized that I was in a corner alone, Tuwaine had already left for the middle of the floor super excited and the other girls were on the other side, talking to Marcos and Julian. I kept looking until I found Tom and Meghan, they were dancing very close and talking talking into each other's ears, laughing.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

I lowered my eyes finding the ground very interesting for a moment, but I couldn't stand it and looked up again.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

Which I regretted, because now they were kissing passionately.

(We are a mess, we are failures and we love it)

I felt my stomach starts to hurt, and my eyes fill with tears. Why did I feel this way? It was ridiculous and immature. Tom had already hooked up with other girls in front of me, why was it different now? Not understanding my feelings, the only thing I did was run away, I went outiside and went to the front of the house, leaving.

Maybe it was the drink? But I sat on a low wall and lowered my head to my knees and started to cry.

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#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland friends to lovers #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland series

[ateezmakemeweep]

richboy!seonghwa (part 17)

word count: 7k

angst, slight fluff

(part 16) (series masterlist)

mingi was half right in his assumption that seonghwa was planning something for friday. because that nervous jittery feeling rushed right through you wednesday morning when he came in with a smirk on his face and asked if you had any plans this weekend.

"no, probably just sleep and watch tv. i started a new show," you inform him excitedly to which he responds with a small chuckle.

"yeah? well, do wanna come over friday and watch a movie instead? the guys are coming."

your eyes almost bulged out of your head until you heard that last part, pursing your lips to the side as you try to reign in any sort of rational self control.

"oh, thank you...i don't wanna intrude thou-"

"i want you to come so you're not intruding," he says softly, "and i think wooyoung and san will have an aneurism if you don't."

a small giggle leaves your mouth, shaking your head at the thought of the two boys. "well, we can't have that."

your eyes roam the soft look on his face, eyes bright but with an apprehensive twinge in them. "so you'll come?" he asks and the happy, hopeful tone in his voice makes you smile.

"yeah."

and that's how you ended up standing back in front of seonghwa's mansion of a house, hands folded behind your back as you rock on your feet nervously. you're praying to anyone who will listen above that everything goes smoothly, that your crushing guilt and insatiable pull to yeosang doesn't have you ruining the night.

because the library incident didn't help lessen the memory of the incident almost a week ago nor do your quick, heated gazes in the hallways or library when you see him tutoring.

the door flying open causes you to stumble back, an awkward chuckle leaving your mouth when seonghwa's eyes widen upon seeing you nearly fall down the stairs.

"did i scare you?" he asks softly and you squint your eyes at him playfully.

"no!"

"oh no?" he teases, advancing towards you to place a hand on your hip and pull you closer to him.

"no," you squeak, poking his chest lightly. "just taken aback by your commoner-like clothing."

even though there's nothing about him that looks ordinary, still looking like his handsome, elegant self in a white t-shirt that stretches over his fit torso and baggy gray sweatpants.

truthfully, you don't know how to feel about yourself right now. having your mind twinged with your intense yeosang moments but also feeling drawn to seonghwa. and now you need to spend the night with both of them when they affect you so strongly, when they make your heart and mind race with far too many thoughts and feelings.

a melodic laugh bubbles out of his mouth as he shakes his head at you, the soft amusement twinged in his eyes doing nothing to help the fluttering in your stomach.

"sorry it wasn't a matching-pajama set," he teases, moving to grab your hand and pulling you into his house. your cheeks flush at the memory, what feels like months ago when you creeped into his backyard and first saw him before blurting out your word vomit to him the night after that party.

"seonghwa?"

"y/n?"

"why aren't...you should change...i mean you don't have to but..." he watches you with a blank expression before the next part of your sentence tumbles out, "i liked the fancy pajamas i first met you in. with the stripes."

a loud abrupt laugh tumbles out of his mouth, his hand coming up to cover it as he cackles into his hand and a fervent blushes covers your face.

"stop laughing, oh my god!" your hands fly up to cover your flushed cheeks, "i didn't mean it like that i, just...you're in the same clothes as last night and-"

his big hands cover yours, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your palms as he looks down at you softly.

"you're cute, you know that?"

a strangled giggle leaves your mouth at the embarrassing memory, smacking him lightly as he guides you down the stairs to his basement - if you can even call it that. because what you associate as a dingy, dusty borderline scary room is something just as extravagant as the rest of his home.

a giant white sectional with extended cushions faces the biggest flat-screen tv you've ever seen, blankets and pillows sprawled out on the bottom. you giggle upon seeing hongjoong's head sticking out from one of the blankets, waving at you lazily through hooded eyes. your gaze filters over the rest of the couch, taking note that yeosang doesn't appear to be here yet.

you scan the rest of the basement, a fully stocked bar and kitchen catching your eye along with a popcorn machine that you'd see at the movie theater. you crane your head up at seonghwa, a teasing look on your face. "wow, that's fancy."

he meets your gaze with a smirk. "c'mon little one, were you expecting anything le-"

"don't be shy! put some more!" wooyoung's loud voice screeches and it rings in your ears like he's right next to you. you snap your head to see him sitting on the counter cross-legged, looming over a bowl of popcorn.

"no wooyoung!" san whines, "there's already too much salt! do you seriously want to-"

"hey, guys! look who i found!" seonghwa's voice interrupts, lifting your intertwined hands and the two boys whip their heads up before they barrel towards you screaming your name.

popcorn long forgotten, they excitedly tell you about the movies they've picked out. a nice marathon of comedy, horror and fantasy that has you writhing in your spot next to san a few moments later.

seonghwa prances over, popcorn in hand before he shimmies his way in next to you. "is it okay if sit here?" he mumbles causing you to nod shyly and he bites his lip to hide his smile.

"are we starting without yeosang?" hongjoong asks.

and seonghwa must mistake your tensing for fear opposed to....a different type of nervousness and excitement that's coursing through your veins because he eyes you before explaining he had said to start the movie and that he'll be here in an hour.

and it's about fifteen minutes in, lights dimmed and volume blaring as blankets cover the five of you that he whispers in your ear.

"you're good with yeosang, right?" seonghwa mumbles in your ear and the pace in which your heart starts to race is absolutely concerning.

"what do you mean?" your quiet voice chokes out.

"you tensed up before when i said his name," he says lowly, his arm wrapped around the back of the couch stretching as he moves slightly closer to you. "if he's still being a dick, i'll talk to him."

"no, it's okay," you say, probably far too quickly and nervously. because the last thing you want is them talking about you. "i just- i...i forgot he was coming, too."

your stomach knots when you stutter, your guilt-filled body and neurotic brain convincing you he's gonna see through your lies and demand to know just how okay things are with yeosang. demand to know the real reason why you barely said a word in the car back from the ski trip and why you've been more nervous around him than usual.

"okay," he says softly, like he's not second-guessing your answer at all before his face leans in. "let me know if you ever want me to."

i will never do that, you think.

"will do," you squeak out, ('another lie,' that mean part of your mind bites) swallowing the nervous lump in your throat and assuring him with a small smile of your own that he meets. and even only with the flickering lights from the tv, you see his soft gaze roam over your face before his hand reaches out to caresses your cheek slowly.

you hope he doesn't notice how your eyes bulge, how you swallow again as your own voice continues to scream at you. because you have no right to be leaning into his touch nor do you have the right to rest your head on his shoulder when he taps on it lightly as an invitation.

you can't even focus on the rest of the movie afterward, assuming it's funny from the laughs coming from san and wooyoung and the way seonghwa's shoulder will occasionally wobble underneath your head.

you can only think about how you shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be accepting comfort and affection from a person you clearly can't give your whole self to, who you're keeping a giant secret from and pretending as if everything's okay.

"he's literally obsessed with you, i don't know if i've ever seen him act like this."

wooyoung's words from last week ring through your head at that exact moment and it causes your stomach to twist even more.

you have to tell him.

and it's not even necessarily because you owe it him. he never officially asked you to be anything, you guys haven't even known each other that long.

but with the way he acts, the way he seems so taken and caring and...affectionate towards you, it doesn't seem right to hold it back. and because a part of you and yeosang feels this guilty, it's even more of an indication that you keeping it a secret is wrong.

but you know there's also a bigger part to this, that him and yeosang's friendship could be potentially in jeopardy if everyone's assumption that seonghwa does like you is true.

but it's not that you don't like him, you think you just might really like...

the sound of feet padding down the stairs catches your attention, your heart racing and palms sweating before you even see yeosang's face. and when you do, it only heightens your body's reaction.

because he just stands there observing the couch silently, his presence either still unknown or ignored by the other three (hongjoong had fallen asleep before seonghwa was able to press rent). and even in the dark, your eyes meet for a split second before you see him observe seonghwa's figure next to you.

"yeosang!" san screeches, wooyoung looking up and doing the same who's laid out by the boy's feet.

"hey guys," he says with an even tone, plopping down and nearly sitting on hongjoong's face. "did he even make it to the opening scene?"

"of course not," you hear seonghwa's deep voice say causing the boy to snort.

the room quickly falls silent again and you glue your eyes to the screen, laughing or grimacing when everyone else does. and you keep up appearances until the movie ends twenty minutes later, the dim lights suddenly flickering on as seonghwa taps the wall behind you twice.

you lift your head as your eyes move to the corner of the couch where you see hongjoong hasn't stirred before flickering to yeosang's. you find his gaze was already on you, expression unreadable but his jaw set and eyebrow raised. you try to remain stone-faced as well, ignoring the way your body feels inclined to be closer to him and how you can't seem to tear your hard gazes away from each other.

because it's something that just keeps happening. your gazes and stares and bodies working on their own accord, because it's strong enough to have such an impact over your words and actions. because it's almost overwhelming how every rational thought gets pushed aside the moment your eyes meet and bodies press against each other.

"y/n?" you hear seonghwa's voice ask and you jump slightly, quickly craning your neck to look at him.

"you good?" he asks lowly, eyes looking over your face before flickering to yeosang who's looking down at his phone.

"ye-yeah," you squeak out, "are we doing the horror now?"

"yes!" wooyoung says, clapping his hands eagerly and you giggle at how childlike it is.

"you act like you're not gonna be screaming to turn it off in ten minutes," you hear yeosang remark dryly.

"shut up!" the boy responds sassily before roughly grabbing the empty bowl from the middle of the couch. "new comers refill the bowl."

"bite me."

"you have too!" wooyoung whines.

"i'll do it," you say softly, taking the bowl from his grasp. "i have to pee, anyway."

you stumble around seonghwa clumsily, a small laugh leaving his mouth at your lack of grace causing you to squint your eyes at him in passing. you pad over to the machine, standing on your tippy toes to open the latch and fill the bowl with popcorn.

"be generous with the salt!" you hear wooyoung scream and you shake your head with a smile, leaving it on the table before disappearing into the bathroom. you grip the cold, marble countertop tightly, closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

you know yeosang will never agree to tell seonghwa, especially after his reaction to you telling just mingi and yunho. but you can't take the crushing guilt anymore, the almost constant feeling of dread and wrongdoing making you feel nauseous and queazy.

how does he not feel it too? how can he go on like normal, look at seonghwa and laugh with him when he's knowingly keeping something from him that could hurt him him? doesn't he have the right to know?

but it's not only yeosang's decision, it took both of you to do it. so even though seonghwa and yeosang are the closer of friends here, it was also something you did to and will take just as much responsibility for; you also have the right to get off your own guilt-ridden chest, no matter how selfish and unfair it is.

so it's with that, that you fake a pee, flush the toilet and run the faucet before ripping open the door. you pad over the kitchen to grab the bowl when you see yeosang standing at the counter pouring himself a glass of soda, his eyes flickering up to you before back down to his glass wordlessly.

you walk up to the counter and place your hands on the bowl, spinning it anxiously as you stare at him.

"why are you looking at me," he asks a few moments later, voice low and eyes not leaving the fizzling glass.

"i wanna tell him."

his head snaps up to you immediately, his face perplexed with narrowed eyes and a sneer.

"no."

"yeosang," you whine lowly.

"i already told you that can never hap-"

"it's killing me, yeosang. do you know how guilty i feel keeping this in me? like it's a dirty little secret."

"nothing good will come out of that besides fixing your own guilt," yeosang says coldly, his eyes matching his tone when he looks up at you. "so maybe you should clear that head of yours and stop making yourself so cozy on him in the meantime."

your eyes widen at the harshness in his time and words. "fuck you!" you whisper-yell at him, "maybe you should grow a conscious and just tell him what we-"

"why would we just randomly mention that, y/n?" yeosang growls before roughly opening the fridge and placing the bottle back. "it wouldn't make any sense now," he grumbles, still facing away from you.

"we could just say we have something to tell him and-"

"yeosang! y/n!" you hear wooyoung whine and you keep your glare on yeosang's back before reluctantly turning around. you see seonghwa's neck craned backward, curiously observing you and yeosang whispering hushly. "where's the popcorn! we're staring the movie."

"coming," yeosang says before you can mumble out "one second." you whip your head around to give him a dirty look and insist that he listens to you but find he's already halfway around the counter walking back to the couch.

when you plop back down in your seat with a huff, seonghwa taps the wall to dim the lights again and you're grateful when he doesn't say a word.

but your heart feels like it physically hurts, pulls in a hundred different directions and drops into your stomach when he places his hand on yours. you look over to see him smile softly at you, giving you a knowing, comforting look before he turns his head to the tv.

his gentle, slow strokes on your hand throughout the entire first half of the movie do nothing to help your guilt. it only heightens it, reminds you of how gentle and soft and sweet he is to you.

so that's why when you notice yeosang get up and close the bathroom door a few minutes later, you down the rest of your water and quietly inform seonghwa you're going to get more.

you linger in the kitchen for a few moments, taking your time to refill your glass and look around at the decor on the walls when you hear the door squeak open. and before he can walk off, you grab him by the sleeve and lead him off to the corner of the kitchen, where you're barely visible from the couch.

"you better not say it again," he hisses through his teeth.

you try for a nice approach first, looking up at him with pleading eyes and a soft, sweet tone in your voice.. "i just don't see why we can't-"

but he sees right through it, squinting his eyes at you and shaking his head. "you better fucking stop."

and the way he just so quickly dismisses you has irritation and anger flooding through your veins. because he's not even trying to listen and saw through your act in a second.

"you stop!" you shoot back, quickly letting your temper take over. "i know you feel just as guilty."

"no shit but i'm able to suppress it, y/n," he says to you, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at you. "why tell him that and just make him mad or upset?"

"because it doesn't feel right," you brokenly whisper, "it feels like we're sneaky around and indirectly lying to him. he doesn't deserve that."

you watch his eyes roam over you before he heavily sighs, leaning the side of his head against the wall. because of course he feels bad about it, he feels bad that it happened and that now he can't even say he regrets it; and it also doesn't help seeing you so upset and torn up about it.

but he's more scared of his friend's reaction, seeing how quickly and intensely he developed feelings for you. more scared of his friendship being tainted and strained because he had a moment of weakness that continue to be more frequent.

"we. can't."

his voice is gradually getting more dark and pissed off, irritated that you won't drop it and irritated by his ever present reaction to you.

"it's not your only decision, yeosang," you snap, "we both did it so if i wanna tell him, i feel like i should be able t-"

your back is against the wall before you can finish your sentence, your bodies just a few inches away from touching as he darkly looms over you. you have half the mind to push him away roughly, smack him in the chest for always cornering you and trying to intimidate you with his close proximity.

because it almost always works.

"i already told you we're not," he says, finality in his tone that would usually get you to give in and drop it. but now it's just serving to make your more angry.

"and i told you i want to," you snap, voice no longer a whisper but still low enough not to be heard by the others.

"y/n....i swear to god, i'm gonna-"

"what. what are you gonna do?" you spit harshly before a familiar scene with flickering lights of an elevator play in your head.

"i swear to god, y/n," he growls, backing you up until you hit one of the four walls.

"what, yeosang?" you spit, "i have the right to know. it just makes no sense why you would ask me something like that-"

"i suggest you watch yourself," he growls lowly, his hand roughly grabbing your jaw.

"i suggest you stop being a coward and fucking tell your best friend we kissed."

the bright lights in the kitchen turning on have your heart dropping in your chest, head frantically turning the side to see seonghwa blankly staring at the two of you.

because not only do the words you just uttered clearly prove you're caught, your position is no better. pressed up between the wall and his body, your face in his hand where you gazes were just boring into each other, how all the color has drained from both of you.

yeosang pushes himself away from you immediately, looking between you and seonghwa, jaw clenched as his wary eyes waver back and forth.

"what're you guys talking about?"

you swallow nervously, biting your lip as you look between him and yeosang. and that's how it is for the first few silent seconds, anxious and confused eyes bouncing off of each other.

"y/n?" his soft, strained voice suddenly utters and it's like that's all you need to hear before tears prick your eyes. because you knew this was bound to happen, you even wanted it to. but now you see you severely underestimated just how scary and intimidating it would be.

you try to speak up, his name getting caught in your throat and it causes his face to crumble. because you can barely look at him, can't even get words out and now he's starting to feel the validity of what he just heard.

"yeosang?" he utters next but his friend only looks at him with a pained expression, shaking his head slightly as he deeply says his name.

"one of you better start talking, now." and the way seonghwa falls into his scary, commanding side is causing your stomach to knot even more.

"i wanted to tell you," you squeak out nervously, your voice already quivering, "but he-"

"i didn't think it would be the appropriate time," yeosang says, shooting a glare your way. "and i also didn't want you to get upset."

but seonghwa can only shake his head, looking between the two of you in bewilderment. because this is so random, there was no indication the two of you even got along, let alone were gonna...

"so you guys...kissed?" he says, lips pressing together tightly after he says the word. you and yeosang look to each other warily, your eyes full of unshed tears while his are cold and guarded.

"answer me."

you both snap your heads when you hear his growl and nod, his jaw only tightening before a humorless laugh leaves his mouth. his eyes roam over your face and he hates that his heart starts to squeeze at the sight of tears in your eyes, that he wants to reach out and wipe them away.

"when?" he asks, looking directly at you.

"seonghwa, if you could just hear us o-"

"when, y/n."

your face crumbles at his uncharacteristic frigid tone towards you. "the last night of the ski trip," you mumble out.

he looks taken aback and it unnerves you that there could be a number of reasons for it. because he could be thinking you planned for it to happen and that's why you didn't go skiing with him. or reminding himself that just the night before, you had been kissing him. or like he's realizing that's why you've been acting so weird this week with him.

"but it wasn't planned, seonghwa, i swear," you get out quickly, "i-the elevator got stuck and we were fighting and screaming at each other and then it just...happened."

you hold each other's gaze for a tense few moments, your eyes pleading with him to understand while he looks at you with such distrust.

"we...we had just kissed the night before that, y/n," he says, jaw tightening as he looks at yeosang. "did you know that?"

yeosang can only stare at his friend with a dejected look on his face before he hesitantly nods.

"so you knew that," seonghwa says, his voice getting a pinch louder, "and knew that i..." his words break off as he moves closer to his friend who stands his ground. "why the fuck, yeosang, tell me."

"she already told you, it just happened," yeosang mumbles because what else can he say?

"so it was just a kiss? a mistake?" seonghwa asks lowly, looking his friend directly in the eyes.

"it..." yeosang begins, eyes flickering to you as you watch them both tearfully. your eyes widen slightly when you make eye contact, lip quivering nervously and he can't bring himself to say it was a mistake. because that would imply it was wrong and shouldn't have happened. and he can lie to himself all he wants that it shouldn't have happened but he can't lie to seonghwa anymore. "i didn't-we weren't...." he lets out a frustrated sigh, "i don't know, seonghwa."

"what the fuck do you mean you don't know?"

"i don't know, okay! we don't know how it happened or why it happened," his deep voice explains. "it just....did and now i've been trying to forget about it for your sake but-"

"but what?" seonghwa grunts out, cutting him off before he can continue

"i'm sorry," he says lowly, his eyes meeting his friends and the two of them don't look away from each other. yeosang's eyes pleading and apologetic while seonghwa looks like he's ready burn a hole into him.

"why are you sorry?" he grunts out.

but yeosang can only shake his head, his gaze flickering to you which causes seonghwa to grab his shirt and push him against the wall.

"don't fucking look at her," he growls, "why are you sorry? why can't you...stop thinking about it?"

you can only watch them talk with wide tearful eyes, wanting so badly to split things up and stop things before it gets ugly. but you find yourself trapped, unable to move as you watch seonghwa pin yeosang against the wall who finally mutters:

"the same reason you're so pissed right now."

and his confession is quickly followed by your loud gasp as you watch seonghwa's fist collide with yeosang's face.

"seonghwa!" you screech out, moving to the boy's and attempting to worm your way in between them. but it proves useless when both of them reach out and push you away from them, their hands connecting with the side of your arm.

you hear your own voice begging them to stop through your pounding ears, tears streaming down your face when you watch yeosang push the taller boy off of him after he gets punched a second time.

"seonghwa, stop, i know i fucked up but-"

"but what," the boy growls, advancing toward him again and pushing him back into the wall. "because as far as you knew and saw, you treated her like shit."

"and i always apologized to her," yeosang says, feeling the need to defend himself while trying to remain cordial. because he is the one in the wrong here. but it only causes seonghwa to let out another humorless laugh, tightening his hold on yeosang's shirt.

"and here i thought you paid for her because you felt bad," he growls at yeosang causing your mouth to drop open. did he just say yeosang had paid for you?

"i did," yeosang says through clenched teeth.

"did you feel bad when you kissed her then? some sort of fucked up, twisted apology?"

"wait, yeosang and y/n kissed?" wooyoung's loud voice booms before his eyes widen when he sees the scene playing out in front of him. yeosang's bloody nose and red face, his shirt in a harsh grip by seonghwa's hand.

"did you guys fucking know?" seonghwa harshly asks as he whips his head around. his eyes then land on you, tears on your cheeks as your teeth assault your lip. "did everyone fucking know but me?"

"of course not," you cry out, reluctantly making your way over to him when he shakes his head at you. you pause, looking at him and yeosang with the faint sound of wooyoung telling san to wake hongjoong.

"we thought not telling you would be better for everyone," yeosang tells him, "it wasn't meant to hurt you, seonghwa. we didn't mean for it to happen."

"but it did. it did fucking happen and neither of you seem to be able to say it shouldn't have or that it won't happen again."

yeosang's adams apple bobs nervously, your eyes meeting the floor as a quiet cry leaves your mouth. you're surprised when you feel san's presence next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder comfortingly,

"i don't know what you want us to tell you besides sorry," yeosang says, "we've both felt so fucking guilty, you don't even-"

his words get cut off by seonghwa's fist ramming into his face again, wooyoung and a roused hongjoong rushing over to pull the boy off of him.

"you're an asshole, yeosang. i always knew it but i didn't think you were this bad," seonghwa spits, voice gruff and deep.

"really, seonghwa, you've known her for three fucking seconds," yeosang finally bites back and the two smaller boys tighten their hold on seonghwa's withering body.

"get off me," seonghwa growls at hongjoong who only shakes his head at him before turning back to yeosang.

"you should leave," the boy advises.

"hongjoong, i want to talk to him but-"

"yeah, let's talk," seonghwa yells, "talk about what a piece of shit best friend you are."

"seonghwa, what else do i have to-"

"leave!" a struggling hongjoong yelps, pushing seonghwa off to the other side of the basement.

you can only cry quietly into san who strokes your hair gently, mumbling comforting words into your ear. yeosang looks over at your trembling frame before switching to seonghwa who's sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. hongjoong is knelt down in front of him, speaking hushly when their gazes meet and the boy mouths "leave."

yeosang let's out a huff, throwing you one last look that you meet tearfully before he quickly walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs with one last mumble of "i'm sorry, hwa."

"what happened, y/n?" san asks quietly. you pull back and he frowns seeing your tear-stained face.

"i'm such a bad person, san," you say, voice shaking and wet, "what the fuck did i just-i didn't mean for this to-"

"relax," san says lowly, rubbing over your back soothingly. "take a few breaths and then just explain to me what happened."

so that's how you then find yourself confessing everything to san, everything from the beginning of the ski trip to your dates and kiss with seonghwa to your times with yeosang.

"one-one minute we were fighting and the next we were kissing and...seonghwa is so sweet and slow and nice and he's such a good person," you cry to san, "but it's...i don't know, it's just...it seems different with-"

you can't even get his name out, shaking your head as your face crumbles again. "i'm such a fucking who-"

"don't," san quickly says, voice commanding and strong.

"i am!" you squeak, "how could i do this to both of them? kiss them not even 24 hours apart? do you know how horrible that makes me?"

"you're just confused, y/n, you all are," san says lowly, "and everyone's too shocked and full of adrenaline right now to see it."

"but it isn't fair to-

the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut has you jumping in san's hold, head snapping to the side to see hongjoong making his way to you.

"how did you get here?" the boy asks you softly, though his eyes don't match.

"my mom dropped me," you tell him quietly, "hongjoong, i didn't mean to-"

"maybe you should call her to come get you."

"hongjoong, you don't have to-"

the dark look the boy throws san has the boy falling silent, sighing before looking over your face apologetically. your lips fold into one another so they don't tremble again, nodding your head before your gaze moves to the bathroom.

"can i just talk to him?"

hongjoong shrugs his shoulders, looking back at the door. "you could try," he mumbles out before walking back towards the couch.

"you should," san encourages sweetly, "i'll stay here, okay?"

you smile up at him gratefully, nodding your head before taking a deep breath and wiping your wet, tear-stained face. you knock on the door and hear his mumble of "what?" before you open it slightly and peak your head in.

"can i come in?" you ask quietly.

his head snaps to the side to look at you, his eyes clouding with shock, anger, surprise, even that underlying soft look you most definitely don't deserve right now.

but before he can answer, you hear the running of water as a bottle of peroxide rests on the sink next to him. you walk in hesitantly and close the door, making your way over to him.

you dab alcohol on a cotton ball before taking his hand in yours, hearing him sharply inhale and you think he's gonna whip his hand away and curse you out.

but because he's seonghwa, he doesn't. he just watches you clean his cut up hand, not even wincing at the stinging pain.

"seonghwa..."

"don't, y/n," he says and the pain that sounds clogged in his throat makes your tears resurface.

"i'm sorry," you squeak out, "i wanted to tell you all night but-"

"why," he asks, eyes boring into yours and he just watches the tears build up behind them. "why did you kiss him?"

"i told you seonghwa, it just happened," you squeak out. "do you think i ever had any intention after how he treated me."

"that's why i'm so confused, y/n," he mutters out, "and we had...we had kissed just the night before."

"i know," you cry out, "but it wasn't-it was-"

"did you not...like it?" he asks before a humorless laugh leaves his mouth, "jesus christ, i sound like a fucking idiot."

"you don't, seonghwa, it wasn't you," you insist, "sometimes i don't even think you're real, because everything about you is perfect, that kiss included."

"then what the hell was it?" he asks, voice raising a tad higher, "why?"

"i don't know," you squeak out because you're not about to tell him it lacked the passion you're apparently so drawn to. how you seem to prefer being yelled at and thrown against a wall like some sort of disturbed person.

"if you had to kiss one of us again, who would it be?" he finds himself asking and your face pales because you're getting a strange sense of deja vu.

"if you had to kiss someone," yeosang says lowly in your ear, "would it be me or seonghwa?"

"i...i don't- seonghwa, i-"

you watch as instant regret covers his face, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head side to side.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have asked that," he grunts out.

your wide, glossy eyes roam over his face and you swallow the lump in your throat. because you don't know what to say and you can't even give him an answer as he looks at you expectantly, like he thinks you might disregard his last statement and blurt out that it's him.

but you both know that's not the case, his sinking stomach and hurting heart watching you look at him with pain and sorrow in your teary eyes.

"you should go, okay?" seonghwa says suddenly, turning around as he starts fumbling with the sink and cabinets. "i'll see you on monday."

"seonghwa, i'm sor-"

"it's okay, just go...please."

you wipe at the new tear trailing down your face, looking at him one last time as he leans over the sink. you sigh before turning around and opening the door to leave the bathroom, shutting it lightly before padding over to san to say goodbye.

he walks back in the the nurse to see you had fallen asleep, hands tucked under your cheek with a peaceful, soft look on your face. he smiles to himself, quietly walking over and placing your bag at the foot of the bed. he roams your slumbering face with a sickeningly soft expression, allowing himself to admire you looking so peaceful and content for a few moments.

and then before he turns to leave, he places a soft kiss on your forehead and lets his lips linger, mumbling, "i hope you say yes on friday," before walking quietly out of the room.

but because you didn't, because tonight blew up in his face in the most unexpected way and he didn't get to ask you on a first official date, he dials up the number he so happily called on tuesday to cancel a dinner reservation for two.

san walks you out of seonghwa's house five minutes later, giving you his number and telling you to text him when you get home safely. because in hopes to clear your head, you're gonna walk home. even though the wind is biting and it's a few miles, you think you need it right now.

but you don't even make it down the block before a car pulls up next to you, tensing up as you look to the side before you relax at the familiar face.

"get in."

"i don't think that's a good-"

"can you please just get in."

his voice is just as drained and exhausted as you feel, letting out a sigh before opening the door. he takes off down the block once you're buckled in and drives off in the direction of your house, seemingly able to remember how seonghwa got there all those weeks ago.

it's silent for the first few minutes of the drive, his hand clenching and unclenching around the steering wheel as you bounce your leg nervously.

"now you see why i didn't wanna to tell him," is the first thing he says to break the silence.

"what, so we were just supposed to hide it from him forever?" you squeak out, "because sneaking around like liars obviously wouldn't have blown up in our face."

"if you just kept your mouth shut tonight, this wouldn't have happened," he growls and you let out a wet laugh, shaking your head at him.

"yeah, okay, this is my fucking fault!" you yelp, "you're right, sorry."

he lets out a sigh as the atmosphere starts to grown tense and he shakes his head wordlessly, gripping the steering wheel again. you're a few blocks away from your house when he suddenly pulls over, your head snapping to look at him with pinched eyebrows.

"this isn't my hou-"

"we both just have to agree that it'll never happen again."

you turn your head to see him looking at you intently, eyes roaming your questioning, confused face.

"is that what you want?"

the words tumble out of your mouth before your brain can even register them. his face falls slightly, eyes moving to your lips before he lets out a scoff and tears his gaze away.

"does it really matter what i want? it didn't matter when i said i didn't wanna tell him."

your eyebrows furrow together as your mouth drops open, an annoyed groan filling the car.

"you're unbelievable," you spit out, "i don't even know why i bother trying to talk to you."

your hand falls to unbuckle the seatbelt, his hand wrapping around your wrist when you have it  halfway off your body.

"stop."

"no," you snap, ripping your hand from his hold and moving the strap completely off you. "thanks for the ride but i'm gonna walk the rest of the way."

"oh jesus christ, stop being annoying," he groans out with a roll of his eyes.

your face flames with anger, your hands itching with the need to smack him and he suppresses a smirk when your hands clench into fists.

"you're just mean, yeosang! sometimes i feel like you're okay and i'm..i don't know, getting somewhere with you?" you say, moving your hands animatedly as your eyes move to look outside the window. "but then you're just such a fucking dick and i really feel like-"

a squeak leaves your mouth before it's quickly covered my his, your lips meeting in a kiss as your body is pulled halfway over the middle console. you make a surprised noise against his lips before you fall into the familiar pattern of kissing him. and it's something you definitely shouldn't be doing after the night you guys just had, shouldn't be relishing in the way your lips move in synch and how his hand snakes its way into your hair.

your hand moves to his chest to steady yourself and he pulls you closer, quickly slipping his tongue into your mouth and you hate that a content little moan slips past your lips. because it only seems to egg him on more, has him tightening his hand in your hair and moving you closer over the console before you both pull away in need of air.

you look at each other with red lips and heaving chests, the sinking feeling completely overpowered by the pleasure and desire coursing through both of you.

"what do you think?" his deep voice grunts out breathlessly, "is that what i want?"

(part 18)

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[seblos]

no grave can hold my body down

words: 1,664

series:  dreaming like we'll live forever (but live it like it's now or never)

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Carlos dreads lab days in physics.

It was every Friday, tacking the 45 minutes that would be his study hall onto his class.

And the assignments were always partner work. You would think after two years of having him in his class, Mr. Mazzara would begin to understand that Carlos doesn’t exactly have friends.

Well, he does have friends now. He has the people in the show. But most of them are in the grade above him. The ones that are in his grade, like Gina and Ashlyn, are in the honors class. (Why they chose to take honors physics of all classes is beyond him.)

Nevertheless, it leaves Carlos alone and, by default, partnerless for all of their lab assignments.

It was Halloween this particular Friday, and Carlos wanted nothing more than to just go home, change out of his Halloween sweater, (it was black with two skeletons dancing together) and into his costume, (he was dressing up as the little March of the Falsettos character from Falsettos, respectively,) for the cast Halloween party that Ashlyn was throwing.

Unfortunately, before he could do that, though, he had to face the living nightmare that was his physics lab.

He takes a seat in the front of the classroom, gathering his notebook and pen and just hoping that someone will feel bad enough for him that they invite him to their group.

Carlos is met with no such luck, though. When Mr. Mazzara calls for people to partner up, he’s once again left to do the lab on his own.

That is until another figure appears next to him.

Literally appears. The seat next to him that was once empty is now being occupied by a certain blonde-headed spirit.

Seb Matthew-Smith had been following Carlos around for a year now, ever since he choreographed their fall production of High School Musical his sophomore year. From what Carlos has gathered, it was in high school when they were filming the original movie. It was some accident in the theatre that… you know … and caused him to be cursed to the auditorium.

He also didn’t appear until Carlos showed up, leaving them technically the same age. (Where he was before he showed up, Carlos is still trying to figure that one out.)

“Need a hand?” the ghost asks, leaning forwards.

Carlos is still surprised to see him here. So far, he hasn’t been able to leave the auditorium. Most of their conversations have taken place before or after rehearsals, or any other time he’s been able to sneak out of class.

And yet, there he sits in Carlos’s physics class.

He’s about to ask how Seb even got here, before remembering he’s still technically in class. Talking to himself probably wouldn’t go over great with his peers.

Instead, he turns to his teacher. “Mr. Mazzara, can I go work in the hall?”

Thankfully, the lab they’re working on is about speed-conversions and requires them to walk and hop around, (when are the people who make these things going to start making them with actual useful skills? If Carlos wanted to speed-walk, he wouldn’t be trying to skip gym every day,) so Mr. Mazzara gives him the go-ahead.

He gathers his phone, lab sheet, and pencil case, before subtly motioning for Seb to follow him out of the classroom.

“How did you get over here?” he asks the boy, not even batting an eye when the door passes straight through him. “The science wing is like, all the way on the other side of the school from the theater.”

Seb shrugs. “You seemed distressed, so I just… left.”

That’s another thing that’s been happening. The more Carlos talks to Seb, especially about something he feels strong emotions about, the closer he feels to the ghost. Like, spiritually closer, as if their souls are beginning to connect in a way that he can’t quite put words to. (That is, if Seb still has a soul. Are ghosts just souls, or is it the souls leaving their body that makes them die?)

Either way, Seb has been able to sense a lot of Carlos’s emotions recently. He always knew exactly how Carlos feels about rehearsal, making him the perfect outlet for frustration if needed.

Although, recently, Carlos hasn’t been talking about rehearsal as much to Seb. Nowadays, he’s been more interested in Seb’s life— or, more accurately, what his life was back when he still had one of those.

He hasn’t been able to gather much so far, but he treasures what he has. Seb lived on a farm with seven siblings. They had cows and sheep. He went to East High and was set to graduate in 2011 before he died. He was in a few of the school productions, either in the show itself or as the piano accompanist. (Carlos made a mental note to look at some of the old yearbooks in the library.)

And Seb is gay. Not that it really mattered.

Carlos doesn’t know much else besides that. He has bits and pieces that don’t make sense together, but every time he brings them up, like how he died or more about his family, Seb gets really quiet and changes the subject.

On really bad days, Seb will just poof out completely and then come back 15 minutes later when he feels Carlos distressing.

It’s an odd little relationship, what the two of them have, but it works. And Carlos would do anything to help Seb feel alive again.

Even if that means crashing his physics lab.

“Looks like you need a little help with your lab,” he smiles, gesturing towards the papers in his hand.

Carlos rolls his eyes. “I could do it by myself, you know,” he defends.

Seb just raises his eyebrows, still smiling. (The kid almost never stops smiling. Even while dead, he looks livelier than Carlos.)

He sighs, continuing. “But… if you want to time me while I do the speed things, it would be helpful,” he admits. He holds out his phone towards the ghost, but just as Seb is about to take it, Carlos pulls back. “But keep it on the ground so it doesn’t look like it’s floating in midair. And don’t laugh at me!”

“I would never laugh at you,” Seb says, laughing.

He hesitates before handing his phone over again, this time allowing for the boy to take it. Luckily, it doesn’t pass right through his hands and drop on the floor like he was having trouble with the first time Carlos met him. All Carlos can hope is that nobody is watching him through the window on the classroom door.

“What do you have to do?” Seb asks, settling on the floor and leaning against the wall in the hallway. (Carlos has no idea how he can choose to go through some things and not go through others.)

He reads out the directions. “Hop 5 meters on one foot. Then do the same for 10m and 15m. Record your speed for each distance.”

Which won’t be mortifying at all to do alone, obviously, judging by Seb’s grin.

As Carlos measures out the distance with the yardstick Mr. Mazzara gave him, the ghost kept talking. “So what were you upset about, anyway?”

He sounds genuinely interested in helping, so Carlos explains his situation. “I don’t have any friends in this class, and we always have partner labs that I just end up doing alone.”

“Well, you’re not alone now,” Seb says. “We’re friends.”

“Yeah, not that anyone else knows,” Carlos laughs more to himself than to the spirit’s comment.

“Doesn’t matter who knows. Just matters that you have me,” Seb points out.

Carlos doesn’t respond. “Start the timer,” he says instead.

While he’s hopping down to the 5 meter mark, though, he can’t help and think about what Seb said. It was true, it didn’t really matter who knew about him. Although… it could be interesting if he did tell someone about the ghost from the theater. Perhaps Ashlyn would believe him.

The thought of his friend reminds him of their party later, then of what day it was, and a question sparks in his mind. He stops hopping. “Why are you here today, anyway?”

“Your speed was 3.14 seconds. And what do you mean? I told you already I came because you were upset.”

“Well, yeah, but today is Halloween. Shouldn’t you be out haunting people, or whatever ghosts do today.”

Seb’s face falls, and Carlos immediately regrets bringing anything up.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed yet, but I don’t exactly have any ghost friends. I wouldn’t have anywhere to go even if I could leave the theater now on my own.”

“Oh, so that’s why you follow me around all the time,” Carlos teases, trying to lighten the mood so Seb doesn’t poof out.

“Well, that and because I like you,” he responds with the same tone, and Carlos is taken aback a little bit. (Never in his life did he think a ghost would be flirting with him on Halloween.) (At least, he thinks it’s flirting.)

They finish the rest of the lab in silence. He wishes there was a way to bring Seb around to places. His friends would love him if they could meet him. But there has to be a reason he’s the only one who can…

“Wanna come to our Halloween party?” he asks when they finish up, more as a joke but hoping that maybe Seb would consider. (He at least would have an escape if anything happened that left him isolated tonight.) “You would make a great sheet ghost.”

“I don’t think I can voluntarily go places.”

“Well, then, maybe I’ll have a panic attack just to summon you.”

“No,” Seb hands Carlos his phone, leading him to the door. “Enjoy tonight. I’ll be here to hear about it tomorrow.”

And with that, he poofs out, leaving Carlos to enter his classroom alone again.

#seblos #seb matthew smith #carlos rodriguez #hsmtmts #high school musical the muiscal the series #my writing #dreaming like we'll live forever (but live it like its now or never)

[in-love-with-darth-vader]

My Definitive Ranking of The SW Movies (minus solo, still haven’t seen it)

#10: The Last Jedi: Okay, so, here’s the thing. I have a very good memory and I also adore Star Wars. I could not tell you five whole things that happened in this movie. It was so bad that I literally cannot remember a damn thing. Leia through space? Rip Luke? Porg? They killed my love Phasma? what else happened. I know so little that me and my dad play a game called “Did This Actually Happen in TLJ.” Apparently there was actually a casino scene and there was a planet called Crait. I completely forgot it all because I despised it so much.

#9: The Force Awakens: If you couldn’t tell, I’m not a huge fan of the new ones. I don’t hate this movie as much as I used to, but I still don’t watch it. I liked......Phasma. Personally, I just thought they tried too hard to be the originals. The characters seemed flat and boring and you know what, I didn’t care about one single person other than Phasma. I didn’t even care about the DROID. This movie was so fucking bland and boring. And I hate Kyle, so that ruins it too. (i do like some of these characters better due to TROS, but when I watched this movie, I despised them all). ALSO how dare JJ suggest that Han and Leia would 1. split up and 2. raise a piece of shit wet noodle as a child.

#8: The Phantom Menace: Here she is, the supposed worst SW movie of all time. Gotta be honest, the only thing putting it this low is Jar Jar’s existence. Literally why. Just why. Without him I really don’t see the problem with this movie. Sure, it’s a little boring, but you gotta start somewhere. Also, Duel of the Fates. That’s it. Amazing. It’s not that bad and if it’s on tv I’ll absolutely watch it.

#7: A New Hope: It pains me to put a classic this low, but this one just isn’t as fun as the other two! Again, you have to start somewhere, so of course it’ll be a little slow. I’m just also really bad at liking origin stories in ANY series I watch, so this is a personal thing. However, I adore Han and Leia. Luke is too whiny in this one but I’ll let it slide! It’s also just....old. Which is bad criticism but it’s hard to watch sometimes. I still absolutely adore it, but it’s just not my favorite. 

#6: The Rise of Skywalker: So. This movie was getting slammed when it came out. I didn’t see it for a whole week because I was so scared. I walked into the previous two excited and I came out angry or disappointed. So, I walked into TROS with low expectations. I was gladly surprised. The whole time I was waiting for when it would start to get bad, and it never really happened. Sure, I have some critique on it, but it was great. Like, hey JJ, why the FUCK is force healing suddenly a thing??? What the fuck is this crashed Death Star since i KNOW it’s not the first two that blew up. Also why must we force everyone to be so hetero. ALSO thanks SO MUCH for incest being canon. the r*ylo moment made me crave death, but Kyle finally died so it was bittersweet. I really did love this movie though. They brought the humor back, and I think that’s what I was missing in the first two. They tried to be too serious. Also, I left the theater sobbing like a baby at the end out of joy and nostalgia, so it’s a good movie!

#5: Return of the Jedi: What a fantastic movie. This is actually the first movie I remember ever watching. Not just first Star Wars movie, but first movie ever. The scene at Jabba’s on Tatooine is PERFECTION. They had a great plan and then IMMEDIATELY got fucked over. Leia as Boushh is my favorite thing ever. Luke and his gay ass showing up in all black? Endor? Vader redeeming himself? Perfection. I love this movie. C3P0 as a GOD? Peak humor. Amazing movie.

Now here’s where it gets hard!

#4: Attack of the Clones: This movie gets way too much criticism. It’s fuckin AMAZING, okay? Can everyone just give Anakin a BREAK. Of cOURSE he’s cringy and awkward he’s NINETEEN. I feel like everyone who hates on this movie forgets that he’s literally a nervous, sheltered teen meeting the girl he likes for the first time in ages. Of COURSE he’d act like that. This movie has it all. The first look at the Clone Wars, Anakin beginning to fall to the dark side, Padme lookin fucking amazing and being badass, a huge arena battle, Jango Fett, I mean what more could you want. I DON’T LIKE SAND! Like seriously what is wrong with this movie. Nothing. The Obi-Wan and Anakin sass is perfect. Anakin the Angsty TeenTM is pERFECT. God I love this movie. Also, secret marriage. Fuck the Jedi, am I right?

Now it get’s REALLY hard. These next three are the three that I usually call my ‘tied for first place movies,’ but I will painfully rank them. Know that these are within an inch apart from each other.

#3: Empire Strikes Back: Oh, how it pains me to put ESB at number 3. I adore this movie so goddamn much. I love you. I know. Going to cloud city. Hoth. Leia and Han!!! Luke actually doing something. The group becoming even closer. Senile seagull Yoda. The SASS. Your Worshipfullness. Your Highnessness. SCOUNDREL? Who’s scruffy lookin! oHHhhH, he’s been encASed in CAArrBonITe! I could keep going. Also, Vader choke killing people through a screen is the best thing I’ve ever seen. I could talk about this movie ALL DAY but I don’t have enough time for that. I quote it and watch it constantly and it’s a perfect movie. It’s my number one, but number three cause the other two are just so damn good.

#2: Rogue One: CALL THIS MOVIE IRRELEVANT. SAY IT WASN’T NECESSARY. I DON’T CARE. One of the best movies I’ve ever seen. I’ll watch this ANY day of the week I don’t even care. The best fuckin characters. Jyn. Cass. Bodhi. Baze. Chirrut. The best people there ever were. K2 is the best sw droid and you can’t change my mind. This movie wasn’t about good guys vs bad guys. It was a group of morally grey people who banded together to decide to do something. They decided to do something, to take a stand, and to try to save the galaxy. None of them claim to be good people, they just decide to do what they believe is right. And even when you know they’ll all die, it still shocks you and hurts your heart anyway. Jyn Erso might honestly be one of the best sw characters of all time. Rogue One is the best group ever. I will never stop talking about this movie.  “Where’d you get that?” “I found it” “I FIND THAT ANSWER VAGUE AND UNCONVINCING!” “Trust goes both ways” “welcome home” “REBELLIONS ARE BUILT ON HOPE” “i am one with the force the force is with me” “CONGRATULATIONS! YOU ARE BEING RESCUED!!” and literally all the heart eyes Jyn and Cass give each other. God I love this movie. NO AND THEN THE END. THE HALLWAY SCENE. BETTER THAN SEX. VADER SLICIN EM DOWN. BEST THING IVE EVER SEEN.

#1: Revenge of the Sith: Without a doubt in my mind this is the best sw movie ever made. I’ve seen this a countless number of times. The memes, the battle, the story, the descent into darkness, GOD it’s so GOOD. The best sw battle ever on Mustafar is the best goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. Anakin going fully black robes, the scar, the SASS. I say “Goooood Anakin. Kill him. Kill him nOw. I shouldn’t. DEW IT” every single goddamn day of my life. Palpatine is iconic. A SITH LOOOORD?? Obi-Wan is ICONIC. so this is how liberty dies, with thunderous applause is the most insane line i’ve ever heard. The HairTM. Hang on, we’re smarter than this! HELLO THERE! GENERALKENOBI! Iamthesenate! It’s treeeason then! Mastah Skywalkah, there’s too many of them, wat are we going to do?? oh no, I’m not one for politics. How is this not the perfect movie. “Anakin’s the father isn’t he? I’m sorry.” the EMOTION. Anakin just wanted to love and to save his love from death and Yoda gave ZERO fucks. Anakin may have turned to murder which is a BIG NO but no one else helped him. Anyway, Revenge of the Sith perfectly shows his struggle and his sadness and I love every second of it. The end. I could go on forever, but I won’t.

#star wars #the phantom menace #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #a new hope #empire strikes back #return of the jedi #the force awakens #the last jedi #the rise of skywalker #anakin skywalker #obi wan star wars #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #leia organa #han solo #luke skywalker #rogue one #jyn erso #cassian andor #baze malbus #chirrut imwe #k2so #k2

[localhorrornerd]

Favorite Inside No. 9 Episodes

With the start of Series 5 for Inside No. 9 happening, I thought it’d be fun to list 11 (since I had a hard time choosing solely 10) episodes that I love of the show! In no particular order though, may I add.

Now Inside No. 9 is an anthology show, and whereas not exactly every episode is horror, there’s enough horror/dark elements I feel for me to include it on this blog! Note though: This show has been known to address more heavier subjects in certain episodes so not every episode is for everyone, but I believe my list has a bit of variety so you may be able to find one that you enjoy!

1. Sardines (S01, E01)

The very first episode of Inside No. 9, and probably the best place to start for most people. Though, it is one of those episodes that addresses heavy subjects - so it’s not for everyone. It centers around a group of adults playing a game of Sardines by hiding in a large wardrobe, and as more people gather in it, more secrets come out.

2. The Understudy (S01, E05)

As someone who was a theater kid, I gotta recommend this episode to other theater kids. The entire episode takes place backstage in a dressing room, during a production of MacBeth. And well, if you’re a theater kid you can see that this is gonna quickly go wrong. Kind of based on the plot of MacBeth as well, for those who like Shakespeare.

3. The Trial of Elizabeth Gadge (S02, E03)

The whole point of this episode is the witch trials, so if that’s subject you have interest in, then I’d say give it a watch! It’s got a lot of comedy in it, and sorta pokes fun at the trials while obviously pointing out how clearly people were making things up.

4. Cold Comfort (S02, E04)

I actually love this episode a lot, and if you’re looking for a more darker episode to start with, here would be a great place. It takes place at a crisis support line, and the entire episode is shown taking place over CCTV. You follow a man who recently started working for the center, and a call he gets that really starts to cause a lot of issues for him.

5. The Devil of Christmas (S03, E01)

So for horror fans, granted most episodes on this list have horror elements to them but, this is the one you want to start at if you’re looking for just straight up horror. Basically it’s a cheesy 70s/80s horror movie playing out with the director’s commentary placed over top of it. It’s a lot of fun with a wild ending to the movie, and definitely an episode you’d want to give more than one watch.

6. Empty Orchestra (S03, E04)

Probably the least dark episode on this list? Honestly, it’s not horror at all either. It’s just an episode that makes me genuinely happy when I watch it. It focuses on a bunch of employees that go out to a karaoke bar together as a celebration. It mostly focuses on their interactions, as well as the secrets they are hiding from each other - with an ending that just leaves me feeling good and happy!

7. Diddle Diddle Dumpling (S03, E05)

This is honestly a rather confusing at some points but rather depressing episode as well. You follow a man who comes across a shoe, one that seems to be missing. So he sort of makes it a personal mission of his to find who the owner of the shoe is. But the more he attempts, the deeper he sort of falls into an attachment towards finding the owner.

8. Zanzibar (S04, E01)

Another one for Shakespeare fans to enjoy as the episode’s dialogue is actually done in a Shakespearean style! Though the episode is done in the hallway of a hotel, you also may find a lot more Shakespeare-like elements within it as well, as there is a lot going on with all of the characters.

9. Bernie Clifton’s Dressing Room (S04, E02)

Another fairly depressing episode, but one that’s still so amazing at the same time. Two men who used to work together as a comedy act come back together for last performance. But things aren’t as a simple as that, and they have a lot of unresolved issues from the past that they’ve never spoken out loud to each other.

10. Once Removed (S04, E03)

I can’t say really much about the plot of this one, but I can tell you the concept. The entire episode is shown playing out backwards. You see the end of the event playing out at the start of the episode and how it all began at the end. And it’s done in 10 minute sections to show why everything played out the way it did. Love this episode a lot, and do highly recommend it.

11. Dead Line (Halloween Special)

Truly what list would be complete without this episode? I can’t say too much about it, though I’m not sure I would suggest it the very first episode you watch. It was a live episode when it aired, supposedly being aired in a haunted abandoned studio, and well, it goes downhill pretty quickly.

#inside no 9 #inside no. 9 #tv shows #horror #horror recommendations #horror recs

[emilybettsource]

From Michael Gallagher, the LGBTQ dramedy Funny Story follows what happens when Walter Campbell (Matthew Glave), an aging heartthrob trying to reconnect with his estranged adult daughter Nic (Jana Winternitz), gives her friend Kim (Emily Bett Rickards) a ride to their vacation in Big Sur that he decides to crash. While these two complicated individuals bond in unexpected ways, Walter’s own narcissism and need for forgiveness threatens to ruin what’s intended to be a beautiful trip.

During this 1-on-1 phone interview with Collider, actress Emily Bett Rickards talked about why this script appealed to her, what drew her to the character, always searching to discover more about who Kim was, the very quick shoot, and her favorite scene to shoot. She also talked about whether she’d want to return for the last season of The CW series Arrow, where she played Felicity Smoak for seven seasons, if she’d continue returning to TV, her desire to do more theater, and which TV series she’d like to do a guest spot on.

Collider:  You were so great in this, and this is such an interesting and fun character. Was that the appeal, when you read this script?

EMILY BETT RICKARDS:  Oh, yeah. The script was close to 100% of what we see on screen, just brought to life. That is what attracted to me this movie. It was so honestly written and so raw, that it was just a no-brainer.

These are all characters who clearly are flawed and they make mistakes, so it would be easy to find yourself judging any of them. When you first read this, what was your initial impression of the character? Did she feel like someone that you could identify with, or did you find yourself judging her behavior?

RICKARDS:  Fortunately, I was already identifying with her, due to just reading the script. What I think most people take away from watching this is that the characters are so easily relatable because of their imperfections, not because of pristine qualities. I think that Kim is someone who’s trying to be better, but can’t seem to figure that out now. I think that we see that in Walter, as well. We see what kind of destruction it can cause when you can’t accept the reflection in the mirror.

Were you involved, at all, with the development of the character prior to shooting? Were there things that you wanted to add or suggest with her?          

RICKARDS:  We just continually talked about the character, all the time, just trying to understand who she was and how we could bring her to life. But Kim was quite well-rounded on the page, which is just so rare to find. What (writer/director) Michael [Gallagher] had done with Kim, before the words were even lifted off the page, was honest and incredible, and he took the time to collaborate and talk to me about her, sort of limitlessly. We would just talk about her, all the time, because she was so interesting. She is that person who hasn’t been able to understand herself, so we just tried to understand her.

Because she is so obviously such a different character from Felicity Smoak on Arrow, how did you find the experience of actually getting on set and playing as somebody like Kim, especially when you were juggling it with playing Felicity?

RICKARDS:  I did this between Seasons 4 and 5, and playing Felicity was continually going at such a rapid pace. It was just different type of vibration. This character is just a completely different person. Kim and Felicity are so different. I think that it’d be really interesting if they met, but I don’t feel like their worlds would collide. I’m not sure I found it difficult. I think I just found Kim so different. I haven’t thought about that, interestingly enough. My brain, when I was playing Felicity, we would get to the end of 23 episodes, and there was time apart from her, but I’d always get to see her again. I think now it’ll be different because I won’t get to play Felicity again. It might be a little different, and that will be a question, down the road, where the answer will surprise me.

It seems like, if you hadn’t been playing Felicity and needed to keep looking like her, at the time that you did this movie, that this is the kind of character where you could have really played with your look. Had you ever thought about doing anything more than the nose piercing, like doing something crazy with your hair, if you could have?

RICKARDS:  We had died my hair this gray-purple color and it didn’t stick, and that was the only thing we tried to do with Kim. I do think that Kim knows who she is. Now, it’s a little bit harder because I do feel like she is who she is and that’s what she looks like. She wants to fly under the radar, regardless. I wonder if she would have changed a lot more. I don’t know. She would never have been blonde. It’s so funny, I can’t picture her different now.

There are so many moments in this that seem like they would be fun to shoot, like the big group scenes. Did you have a favorite scene to shoot?

RICKARDS:  The dinner scene was lots of fun. It was nighttime and we were at this beautiful place. It was lit impeccably, and our whole small, intimate film crew was incredibly talented. Everybody had grown to know each other by then, too, which was really cool. It was just very fun. We sat down for dinner, and it was like we were really sitting down for dinner.

There are definitely some emotionally intense moments in the film, too. Did you have a most difficult scene or day, during the shoot?

RICKARDS:  No, not really. There wasn’t a most difficult, other than probably the end scene where we exposed all of Kim’s emotions. Because we had been talking it, it wasn’t actually the most difficult. We just wanted it to feel fluid. I feel like we didn’t have much time left. I would wait outside in the tiny little hallway. That house was artistically stunning, in its kitschy-ness, and I remember just running in and wanting to create this moment, and you feel that. I felt wonderment afterwards, about Kim and where she was going after that. That’s the emotion I had around it. I was like, where does Kim go from here? That was something that surprised me.

When you played Kim, were there things that you grew to appreciate about her, by the end of shooting the film, that you didn’t necessarily see in her, in the beginning?

RICKARDS:  Yeah. We shot the film in about 15 days, so it was so short, but at the same time, the answer is yes because I had more time with her. But if we had all had more time with these characters, we would have gotten to learn even more. Kim grew on me, as she hopefully grows on audience members through the movie. But when I had read her, for the first time, I already did feel like she’s with me now. That’s why I’m glad this film came to fruition the way it did.

Even with the mistakes that she makes, Kim just feels like such a real person. She feels like somebody that anybody could know or come across.

RICKARDS:  Yes, I think she is. With all of her imperfections and all of the walls that she has built up, we have lens inside of who she actually is. Even with all of these walls that she’s promoting to all of these other characters and who’s presenting herself to be, we get to see the truth. We actually get to see what Kim is facing, through the whole movie, because we know all of her secrets. Besides Kim, we’re the only people that know all of her secrets.

Now that we know that the next season of Arrow is the last season, even though it feels like Felicity’s story came to a satisfying conclusion, would you like to return, in some capacity, with it being the last season of the show?

RICKARDS:  I feel like Felicity has done her time. I don’t know if anybody is going to like what I’m saying, but I feel like Felicity has done her time. We knew this was coming for awhile – for over a year – so the whole thing is exactly what we wanted to happen. I trust the writers, and that’s in their hands.

When you have a goodbye like Felicity had, at the end of the season, you also don’t want to mess that up by coming back and taking away from that.

RICKARDS:  Yes, exactly.

Would you consider going back to TV and signing on for another potentially long-running series, or is that something that you think you’ll take a break from for awhile?

RICKARDS:  I think I’m going to take a break for awhile, and do a little bit of theater, coming up in New York (Reborning at the SoHo Playhouse from July 5th through August 3rd). And then, after that, I’m hoping to continue doing theater for a little bit longer. My friends are a bunch of creative geniuses, so no matter what, that’s the way I’m going right now. I’ll never say no to doing TV again. For now, life has changed dramatically, already.

What do you enjoy about theater, that is different from film and TV?

RICKARDS:  I feel like my experience with TV and my experience with indie film, is that it’s not until you walk away that you’re like, “Oh, that’s what that was about.” And I feel like with theater, the discovery is never-ending. There’s time for rehearsal and I feel like there’s a deeper exploration of what the characters are. I’m really looking forward to doing theater again. It just comes down to rehearsal time. If you’re gonna offer me rehearsal time, in other mediums, I feel like maybe I would grow from that, as well. My experience with that is just a little bit more limited.

What was it about this particular character that made you want to play her on stage?

RICKARDS:  She’s dark, she’s fast, she’s witty, she’s incredibly smart, and she’s also incredibly damaged. She’s someone who is a full person. I don’t think many people have the lifestyle that she has. Coming up, I hope I can discover more about why she’s in it and what’s she doing, and get deeper into her brain, for lack of a better word.

Is there a current TV show that you’d love to do a fun guest spot or guest arc on?

RICKARDS:  Oh, yeah. I’m a fan of Schitt’s Creek, since Season 1. There’s a lot of comedy content on TV. I dive into comedy more naturally than I dive into other things, and that’s just because I’d like to learn more, professionally.

Funny Story is in theaters and on VOD.

#emily bett rickards #funny story movie #arrow #collider #christina radish #interview

[onethrills]

( KIM TAEHYUNG. DEMIBOY. ) Rumor has it that ( SEJIN HAN ) has been spotted skulking around New York City streets recently. ( HE/THEY ) is/are a ( 23 ) year old ( VAMPIRE. ) They have a good reputation for being ( EMPATHETIC & CREATIVE, ) but have also been known to be rather ( ANXIOUS & SELF-DEPRECATING. ) They’re known for being the ( HORROR ENTHUSIAST. ) 

Childhood/Adolescence

Sejin was born in a small town in California to two people who could not have been less alike. His mother, a stage actress and most definitely the more theatrical of the two, was oft times gone, leaving him to be taken care of by his accountant father and spend the majority of his earlier years with the man.

When Sejin turned five, his mother woke him in the night, the urgency in her expression and her voice alarming him in his half-awake state. He remembers crying as he clung to her, not knowing what was going on, and her hushing him until he quietened down. She carried him through the dark hallways of the only home he had ever down, a little backpack slung over his shoulders, holding some clothes and his favorite plushie. She didn’t explain anything to him then, and as he got older and that whole night became hazier, he only ended up with more questions.

‘Transient’ is the only way to describe the lifestyle they lived from there on out. Every time they would settle down in a town for a month or more, and Sejin would get used to the school, get used to his new friends, they ended up moving again. It wasn’t until his young teens and he started working within the theater communities his mother would integrate herself into that he found out why that was, after witnessing one of her meltdowns when she wasn’t appointed the lead role in their production.

This wasn’t the first time Sejin had begun to realize his mother was a less-than-responsible person, but it was the first time he bore witness to just how far that seemed to go.

As he grew older, he started taking on more and more responsibilities, the jobs that he’d do around the theaters evolving into something a bit more sustainable. His interest in makeup started at a young age and only grew as the years went by, until he was appointed as an assistant to near every makeup artist from every theater he and his mother would drift through. He ended up having an online presence, often uploading YouTube tutorials of the different looks he would do, and from there his skill was only honed, focused. 

Horror has always been a sort of escape for him. His macabre fascination with the genre began at the mere age of eight, when he saw his first made-for-TV scary film, and he jumped into it head first from there. It didn’t take very long for him to go from production makeup and ‘looks of the day’ to gruesome, gory monster faces and prosthetic’s. His creativity flourished, and his passion became clear --- if only his mother were stable enough to give him a foothold towards what it was he actually wanted to do.

Fast forward to age eighteen. It’s been years of him looking back on his earliest memories, on the loving warmth of his father and the absence of his mother, and years of him asking her what happened that fateful night when she spirited him away. Years of her avoiding the question, avoiding giving him details, avoiding anything and everything aside from telling him “your father left us.” It never made sense to him how things could go cold so easily, how the man who had always given him so much love, so much affection, suddenly no longer wanted him anymore. Answers are what he needed, what he sought, and once he was old enough, his mother could no longer stop him from seeking them.

Sejin was just past his eighteenth birthday when he finally found a number to call, an address in a different country, and various news clippings and missing person reports that made him feel so numb inside he wasn’t sure if he would ever feel again. As it turned out, it wasn’t only his mother’s aversion towards taking a background role that caused them to move around so much as he was growing up, and after the third or fourth time he saw his own five-year-old face looking back at him from a computer screen in a library he’d never set foot in before, he felt so sick he had to run. 

Confrontation had never been his strong suit, and he had the tendency to avoid it like the plague whenever the necessity came up. That day was no different than any other. He drained the money from his bank account, packed up his various makeup supplies, his clothes, and the other few meager belongings he had, and he fled. 

It turned out that night was the worst night of his father’s life, and it turned out that it was the worst night of Sejin’s, too. His mother had taken him. Taken him so that in the morning when the light shined in on his bed, and his father came to wake him up for school, there was no trace of ether of them left to be found. To this day he doesn’t know her motivations, the ‘why’ of it all, but nor does he want to know about them either. There’s nothing that she can say to him that will justify what she did to him, not just in kidnapping him, but also in the incredibly damaging way she had raised him. 

When he ran from her, he never looked back. Only forward. Only ever forward.

Early Adulthood

Getting in touch with his father was as easy as breathing. The moment he picked up the phone and Sejin heard that familiar voice, his throat closed up and tears flooded his eyes. International charges be damned, they both spent minutes of that call in silence, just crying together when they couldn’t articulate the right words, with his father repeating to him over and over that he never stopped looking for him. Sejin believed him.

A couple days later, and Sejin found himself on a plane to London, where his father had moved to be with his now-wife some years ago. He was welcomed into the family with open arms, finding out all in one day that he had a loving step-mother and two smaller siblings who would look up at him with wide eyes that matched his own more closely than he ever thought possible. 

It was in this environment that Sejin finally felt himself begin to grow into who he was supposed to be all along. Being given a healthy and stable place for him to explore who he was happened to be what he needed to discover that person, and everything from questioning his gender identity to his sexuality was accepted wholly and completely by the people who actually loved him.

Of course, even this couldn’t fix everything that had happened to him, and he bore so many barely-healed scars that it took a long time for him to be capable of seeing past them enough to accept the reality of him. It also took outside support, predominantly from one person in particular who turned out to be his soul mate. 

Bell was everything that Sejin ever wanted, and everything that he felt he couldn’t have. They were fast friends from the second that they met, and though his crush didn’t take long to develop, it never fully went away either. They became inseparable, supporting each other in every way they knew how, through thick and thin, and Sejin loved, loved him. Loved him a lot. He’d never had a friend like him, and he didn’t think he’d ever find one quite like him again. 

With his YouTube channel and Instagram taking off, Sejin finally found himself a stable job doing makeup in a theater nearby his father’s place. It was the first time he’d felt a real sense of community, of acceptance for who he was, and he melted into it like it’s what he needed all along. Happiness didn’t seem so far away during those early weeks, those months, and that went especially so for when he and the lead actor in the play started seeing each other after hours, once everyone else had gone home.

The affair was passionate, romantic, and Sejin’s heart was just naive enough to take it at face value. They couldn’t be open about their love because he (the other person) was closeted, and accepting that wasn’t a hard choice to make. What he didn’t expect nor accept was the one night that they got caught in one of the dressing rooms, his own clothes half-way off and his lips swollen from kisses, by one of his partner’s friends with their phone out and their camera app open. 

As it turned out, that particular friend of his had already seen them together once, and in order to preserve the “reputation” of the lead actor, they both had constructed this plan to humiliate and exploit/blackmail Sejin into not spilling the nature of their relationship to anybody else. It felt dirty, made him feel dirty, small, destroyed. They looked at him like he didn’t mean anything, and they spoke to him like he didn’t mean anything, too. While that wasn’t the first time he started to believe that about himself, it did begin to hammer the point home quite thoroughly. Sejin quit and never went back.

From there on, he had a long string of failed relationships, of hook-ups, of men telling him that he was only worth a night in the sheets, and of him believing them. He became closer to Bell, the only person in the world who could possibly understand what he was going through, and he clung to the happiness that he found with his family as being the only thing that he really needed.

Around age twenty-one, his Instagram had taken off enough that when he put his resume out there to various film and television production companies, he actually began to get jobs. He worked mostly as an assistant at first in cheesy B-movie horror films, and sometimes on television series as well. It felt fulfilling, like he was finally on the path to where he wanted to be.

Then Bell disappeared.

It was something that happened all-at-once, so suddenly he was in shock, and every attempt to look for him came up fruitless.

Currently

The last place that Sejin had known Bell to be was New York City, so after some time passed, he packed up his bags and set out to look for him. His efforts seemed to be in vain, however, and even after almost a year of searching, he kept coming up with nothing.

That was around the time that he met Valentine.

There was something acutely alluring about him to Sejin, something that drew him in more than anyone else had in this entire city, and a sort of infatuation began to develop on his end. From the way he dressed to the otherworldly grace with which he carried himself, everything about Valentine made Sejin want to be close to him, to get closer to him. He became sort of attached when, contrary to what he had been led to believe he was good for, Valentine made it quite clear that there was no desire in him to use Sejin for sex. He was just unlike every other man that he’d ever met, and even his speech patterns were enough to make him want to listen to him all day and all night. 

It was funny, then, when Sejin found out what he was, and it wasn’t even the least bit surprising for him to fit those pieces into place.

Vampires existing should’ve caught him off-guard, should’ve made him absolutely lose it with the improbability of it all, but instead it just drew him in more. There was no fear in the way that he looked at him, no guarded expression, nothing that would indicate he was in any way hesitant to remain with him, around him. 

Asking to be turned wasn’t a difficult decision for him to make, even knowing that he would give up the sun. Even knowing that there might be nothing left for him in the human world after that. It just felt... right. Like the right path for him to take. He was born to be a vampire, as he put it, and as it turned out, Valentine agreed with him.

Quick Facts

Sejin was turned by Valentine around the first of August, 2019.

Forever 23-years-old.

Demiboy (he/they, please).

Gay.

Makeup artist who thrives predominantly on Instagram and YouTube.

Speaks in a very flat voice 9/10 times, far too dramatic, emotionally vulnerable despite how much distance he attempts to keep between him and everyone else.

Pretty much exclusively dresses in black.

Bottom lip piercing and three ear piercings.

Lives in the manor with his sire and all of the other little vampies who drift in and out.

Knows very little to nothing about the war or about lycans in general.

He is babie.

Hmu here or on discord if you wanna plot!

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[bonfire-at-the-crossroads]

Rutger Hauer has passed, and is on his way through the stars, toward the shoulder of Orion and the Tannhauser Gate.

He gave himself to the world of film and created characters which will continue to inspire the people lucky enough to share in the dreams he left behind.

I wrote this a couple years ago - and maybe it’s time to look at it again.

Thank you Mr Hauer for leaving this place a little brighter for your having been here.

Good journey, peace at last.....

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January 8, 2016

It's Roy Batty's birthday.

Ridley Scott's 1982 movie - Blade Runner - cast Rutgers Hauer as the renegade Replicant in search of his maker.

The film was a brilliant adaptation of Philip K Dick's "Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?"

Roy and a small group of Nexus-6 Replicants, have stolen an off-world transport, killed the crew, and returned to earth - in an attempt to coerce their designer to extend their programmed four-year lifespan. January 8, 2016 was the day of Roy's inception, and also the day his genetic coding has scheduled him for death.

He is being hunted by Harrison Ford, as hired-gun Deckard - a Blade Runner - paid to track and kill escaped Replicants.

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In 1982 - the idea of the year 2016 was a mind-numbing distance away.

"The Future" was a place where anything was possible, and our wildest dreams would come true.

It seems like yesterday.

And yet, when I started thinking about the world I inhabited in '82, and where I've washed up on the shores of 2016 - it's been quite an extended sea voyage.

I was married to somebody else.

We walked into town to the little movie theater on Central Avenue, and as we moved to our seats, were told by the usher ( yeah, that's right - there were still ushers ) -"You shouldn't even bother with this movie. It stinks. Four people at the last show actually asked for their money back."

We loved it.

Minds were blown - and we went back two more times, bringing friends.

That Christmas Eve - I had a small stroke. I was 26.

At the time, I was more worried about how the news would affect my husband - and did not fully appreciate my own predicament. He overheard the doctor on the phone making arrangements for what was then, the only echocardiogram machine in the New York area.

"Is that about you?" He asked. I nodded.

My husband passed out cold on the waiting room floor.

I survived. Had test after test after test, and slowly got my left side back under my own control.

Time passed.

We tried for the baby - and a series of horrors led to the loss of pregnancy, and culminated with a 3:00 AM visit to the emergency room.

The husband was so upset - he left me by the hospital entrance, and drove home.

When he inevitably decided that he needed "space" and wanted to "take a break" -(clearly, his office-affair had nothing to do with this decision ) - I used the time to take a good long look at the marriage.

When he came back three months later - I was not the girl he had walked out on.

The world had changed, and so had the locks.

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I moved into the West Village with a girlfriend. It was awkward having a roommate after having a husband, home, and mortgage - but I made it work.

An unusual boyfriend followed, and several years of actors, artists, and cabaret performers filled my days and nights.

It was Manhattan in the '80's. There were nights out spent dancing at the clubs til dawn.

The Met was open late on Friday nights, and my group of fellow oddballs wandered the museum halls every week for over a year.

Art and illustration was my livelihood. I knew everyone in the Village ( at least by sight) and was completely comfortable in my element.

But my friends got sick.

And my friends started dying.

AIDS ravaged the world.

The Village was ground zero, and everyone was terrified. We didn't know where it was coming from, didn't know how to cope with the skeletal friend, the friend covered with sarcoma blotches - was it the end of the world?

In many ways - yes. It was.

The best, brightest, most talented people on earth were dying out - and all I could do was hold hands at the bedside, and attend memorial services.

There was a three month period when I went to a service EVERY SINGLE WEEK.

My dearest friend, Bruce - I never even knew when he was well. We were fellow illustrators, and spent hours a day with phone cocked between shoulder and ear - talking while we drew in our separate studios. He was in Chelsea, I was on the corner of Perry and West Fourth.

We brought children's books to life, and loved the work.

As AIDS ravaged his body, he needed to take long naps in the afternoons. His fever would spike uncontrollably - he called it "Shake and Bakes."

He fussed over the ugly sarcoma lesions which appeared on his arms and hands - he found a theatrical makeup which he swore would cover them up so that nobody would know.

Everybody pretended that it worked.

"Well, my sweet darling angel - I took a shower this morning, and guess what? I watched all my hair go down the drain."

Some medication he was taking, combined with what may have been a chemotherapy cocktail - took every hair on his head.

He entered the shower - with.

Exited - without.

He had been told this might be a possibility, and had already purchased a wig from a professional Broadway wig-maker.

It was awful looking, but we continued to pretend.

He slipped farther away, and was hospitalized on a closed floor reserved for AIDS patients.

I visited every single day.

I brought tiny gifts, saved up stories to make him laugh - and built my day around spending time with him.

His family wouldn't come and see him. Friends did their best, but simply couldn't be with him when push had finally come down to shove.

I remember shouting at his brother on the pay phone in the hospital hallway "I can't make this better. I'm not allowed to make decisions for his care, because I'm not a family member. He is dying, and you need to be here."

He wasn't.

I held Bru's hand, and wiped his forehead. I asked the nurse to turn up his oxygen because he was struggling and begging for air. "It's as high as it will go." she said - and even though it was time for all visitors to leave, she said I could stay.

The day before, he had spent time with a priest who had given him what I now believe was last rites. He seemed comforted, and we said what needed to be said.

"You know Bru....I will ALWAYS love you."

He smiled and said. "I know. And I will always love you too."

He took his last breath a little before midnight.

I closed his eyes.

Twenty seven years have passed since that night.

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The unusual boyfriend fell victim to his own silliness. He convinced himself that another woman was sending him messages about being attracted to him - and he needed "some space" to explore the magic.

He did.

She didn't

And I was magically single again.

As 1990 dawned - the Internet had not been invented.

The cell phone - wasn't.

Video rental stores were visited daily, and made money hand-over-fist.

Blonde, Madonna, and all that wonderful 80's music that my kids now think is divine - were the sounds of the decade.

And I didn't quite trust CD's.....

Times Square was just beginning to shed the peep shows and adult movie houses.

It was gritty, and how I loved it.

July 4th of 1990 I found myself eating in the diner downstairs from my apartment on the corner of 14th St and Seventh Avenue.

It was empty.

I ate my bluefish dinner and went back upstairs to the drawing board.

One single red rocket cleared the rooftops and the stars rained down.

I was bored.

Decided to place a personal ad in The Village Voice. "Looking for an interesting conversation over a cup of coffee....." and some other minor nonsense.

Over 350 people responded in the three days I checked the answering machine.

"I've never answered a personal ad," said the voice on the phone."I live with a grey cat. And I'm reading DUNE. Maybe you could call me, and we'll get a cup of coffee?"

On our third date, he never went back home.

"You know what? It's getting kind of silly to keep paying for an apartment to keep my cat in...."

"So what are you saying?" I asked. "Are you asking to officIally move in here?"

" Nope. Let's get married. It'll be fun. I'm not exactly getting younger - either are you. Why not?"

"It'll either work - or it won't. What's the reason that we shouldn't at least TRY?"

He talked me into it.

Brian and I were married in the Cathedral of St John the Divine, three months after our first date. Twenty five years ago, last October.

Babies happened. Three in a row. "Irish triplets" as my obstetrician called them.

Quinn.

Morgan.

Maddie.

They were (and are ) the three finest people I have ever known - and are the center of my soul.

Brian and I survived critical fulcrum points where the smallest waver would have plunged all of us into hell.

We stared death in the face - death blinked, and looked away,

more than once.

We walked away from alcoholism.

Left cigarettes behind,

Did battle with depression,

and kept walking....

We've skated on the thinnest of financial ice for YEARS.

We've worked and worked and worked some more - and it was never going to be enough to keep the ship afloat.

The kids, as we've laughed over the years have "Never missed a meal."

Nothing was easy, but our youngest will be the third to graduate from college in the Spring. Yes, there are loans to be paid - and we'll do everything we can to help them gain traction in their lives.

About a year and a half ago we took a good hard look at where the road was leading us. Our ability to maintain the income necessary to support our lives in Westchester county, in a big house with a big mortgage - huge utility bills, and a dwindling job market - we came up with a plan.

The bank was unhappy with our syncopated mortgage payment schedule - and really wanted their house back. Things were sliding downhill, and we simply couldn't stop it.

"Let's take the money from my last free-lance job, and buy a house in Ireland."

Found one.

And did.

Sold the house in Westchester.

Packed up everything we could.

Got on the plane.

And here we are.

January 8th, 2016, and it's 1982 all over again.

The Replicant is out of time.

He sits high on the rooftops above the city, rain is pouring from the black skies - and Roy Batty,- in his last moment of life - knows what it is to be fully human.

"I've seen things, you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain."

We all go through the motions. We get out of bed every day, and do our best to keep our lives and our families moving forward.

We work.

And plan.

And strive for happiness.

I'm no Roy - but I too, have seen things that will pass away with me when I go.

I, too, have learned what it is to be fully, and completely - human.

[fyeahebr]

Emily Bett Rickards on the LGBTQ Dramedy ‘Funny Story’ and If She’d Return to ‘Arrow’ for Collider From Michael Gallagher, the LGBTQ dramedy Funny Story follows what happens when Walter Campbell (Matthew Glave), an aging heartthrob trying to reconnect with his estranged adult daughter Nic (Jana Winternitz), gives her friend Kim (Emily Bett Rickards) a ride to their vacation in Big Sur that he decides to crash. While these two complicated individuals bond in unexpected ways, Walter’s own narcissism and need for forgiveness threatens to ruin what’s intended to be a beautiful trip. During this 1-on-1 phone interview with Collider, actress Emily Bett Rickards talked about why this script appealed to her, what drew her to the character, always searching to discover more about who Kim was, the very quick shoot, and her favorite scene to shoot. She also talked about whether she’d want to return for the last season of The CW series Arrow, where she played Felicity Smoak for seven seasons, if she’d continue returning to TV, her desire to do more theater, and which TV series she’d like to do a guest spot on. You were so great in this, and this is such an interesting and fun character. Was that the appeal, when you read this script? Oh, yeah. The script was close to 100% of what we see on screen, just brought to life. That is what attracted to me this movie. It was so honestly written and so raw, that it was just a no-brainer. These are all characters who clearly are flawed and they make mistakes, so it would be easy to find yourself judging any of them. When you first read this, what was your initial impression of the character? Did she feel like someone that you could identify with, or did you find yourself judging her behavior? Fortunately, I was already identifying with her, due to just reading the script. What I think most people take away from watching this is that the characters are so easily relatable because of their imperfections, not because of pristine qualities. I think that Kim is someone who’s trying to be better, but can’t seem to figure that out now. I think that we see that in Walter, as well. We see what kind of destruction it can cause when you can’t accept the reflection in the mirror. Were you involved, at all, with the development of the character prior to shooting? Were there things that you wanted to add or suggest with her? We just continually talked about the character, all the time, just trying to understand who she was and how we could bring her to life. But Kim was quite well-rounded on the page, which is just so rare to find. What (writer/director) Michael [Gallagher] had done with Kim, before the words were even lifted off the page, was honest and incredible, and he took the time to collaborate and talk to me about her, sort of limitlessly. We would just talk about her, all the time, because she was so interesting. She is that person who hasn’t been able to understand herself, so we just tried to understand her. Because she is so obviously such a different character from Felicity Smoak on Arrow, how did you find the experience of actually getting on set and playing as somebody like Kim, especially when you were juggling it with playing Felicity? I did this between Seasons 4 and 5, and playing Felicity was continually going at such a rapid pace. It was just different type of vibration. This character is just a completely different person. Kim and Felicity are so different. I think that it’d be really interesting if they met, but I don’t feel like their worlds would collide. I’m not sure I found it difficult. I think I just found Kim so different. I haven’t thought about that, interestingly enough. My brain, when I was playing Felicity, we would get to the end of 23 episodes, and there was time apart from her, but I’d always get to see her again. I think now it’ll be different because I won’t get to play Felicity again. It might be a little different, and that will be a question, down the road, where the answer will surprise me. It seems like, if you hadn’t been playing Felicity and needed to keep looking like her, at the time that you did this movie, that this is the kind of character where you could have really played with your look. Had you ever thought about doing anything more than the nose piercing, like doing something crazy with your hair, if you could have? We had died my hair this gray-purple color and it didn’t stick, and that was the only thing we tried to do with Kim. I do think that Kim knows who she is. Now, it’s a little bit harder because I do feel like she is who she is and that’s what she looks like. She wants to fly under the radar, regardless. I wonder if she would have changed a lot more. I don’t know. She would never have been blonde. It’s so funny, I can’t picture her different now. There are so many moments in this that seem like they would be fun to shoot, like the big group scenes. Did you have a favorite scene to shoot? The dinner scene was lots of fun. It was nighttime and we were at this beautiful place. It was lit impeccably, and our whole small, intimate film crew was incredibly talented. Everybody had grown to know each other by then, too, which was really cool. It was just very fun. We sat down for dinner, and it was like we were really sitting down for dinner. There are definitely some emotionally intense moments in the film, too. Did you have a most difficult scene or day, during the shoot? No, not really. There wasn’t a most difficult, other than probably the end scene where we exposed all of Kim’s emotions. Because we had been talking it, it wasn’t actually the most difficult. We just wanted it to feel fluid. I feel like we didn’t have much time left. I would wait outside in the tiny little hallway. That house was artistically stunning, in its kitschy-ness, and I remember just running in and wanting to create this moment, and you feel that. I felt wonderment afterwards, about Kim and where she was going after that. That’s the emotion I had around it. I was like, where does Kim go from here? That was something that surprised me. When you played Kim, were there things that you grew to appreciate about her, by the end of shooting the film, that you didn’t necessarily see in her, in the beginning? Yeah. We shot the film in about 15 days, so it was so short, but at the same time, the answer is yes because I had more time with her. But if we had all had more time with these characters, we would have gotten to learn even more. Kim grew on me, as she hopefully grows on audience members through the movie. But when I had read her, for the first time, I already did feel like she’s with me now. That’s why I’m glad this film came to fruition the way it did. Even with the mistakes that she makes, Kim just feels like such a real person. She feels like somebody that anybody could know or come across. Yes, I think she is. With all of her imperfections and all of the walls that she has built up, we have lens inside of who she actually is. Even with all of these walls that she’s promoting to all of these other characters and who’s presenting herself to be, we get to see the truth. We actually get to see what Kim is facing, through the whole movie, because we know all of her secrets. Besides Kim, we’re the only people that know all of her secrets. Now that we know that the next season of Arrow is the last season, even though it feels like Felicity’s story came to a satisfying conclusion, would you like to return, in some capacity, with it being the last season of the show? I feel like Felicity has done her time. I don’t know if anybody is going to like what I’m saying, but I feel like Felicity has done her time. We knew this was coming for awhile – for over a year – so the whole thing is exactly what we wanted to happen. I trust the writers, and that’s in their hands. When you have a goodbye like Felicity had, at the end of the season, you also don’t want to mess that up by coming back and taking away from that. Yes, exactly. Would you consider going back to TV and signing on for another potentially long-running series, or is that something that you think you’ll take a break from for awhile? I think I’m going to take a break for awhile, and do a little bit of theater, coming up in New York (Reborning at the SoHo Playhouse from July 5th through August 3rd). And then, after that, I’m hoping to continue doing theater for a little bit longer. My friends are a bunch of creative geniuses, so no matter what, that’s the way I’m going right now. I’ll never say no to doing TV again. For now, life has changed dramatically, already. What do you enjoy about theater, that is different from film and TV? I feel like my experience with TV and my experience with indie film, is that it’s not until you walk away that you’re like, “Oh, that’s what that was about.” And I feel like with theater, the discovery is never-ending. There’s time for rehearsal and I feel like there’s a deeper exploration of what the characters are. I’m really looking forward to doing theater again. It just comes down to rehearsal time. If you’re gonna offer me rehearsal time, in other mediums, I feel like maybe I would grow from that, as well. My experience with that is just a little bit more limited. What was it about this particular character that made you want to play her on stage? She’s dark, she’s fast, she’s witty, she’s incredibly smart, and she’s also incredibly damaged. She’s someone who is a full person. I don’t think many people have the lifestyle that she has. Coming up, I hope I can discover more about why she’s in it and what’s she doing, and get deeper into her brain, for lack of a better word. Is there a current TV show that you’d love to do a fun guest spot or guest arc on? Oh, yeah. I’m a fan of Schitt’s Creek, since Season 1. There’s a lot of comedy content on TV. I dive into comedy more naturally than I dive into other things, and that’s just because I’d like to learn more, professionally.

#emily bett rickards #interview #funny story #arrow #felicity smoak

[missmartian369]

Girl Talk Pt. 2

It was a Friday night and since both were free, Cissie and Stephanie decided to have a sleepover. Currently both were in Cissie’s room, with Stephanie was sitting on the chair at Cissie’s desk painting her nails and Cissie was sitting on her bed scrolling through her iPad and listening to music. She had only one earbud in just in case Stephanie decided to say something to her.

“Make waaaaaay for Prince Aliiiiiiii! Say heeeeeeeeey it’s Prince Aliiiiiiiii!” Cissie sang.

Stephanie rolled her eyes, “OMG Cissie you have been singing that song none stop ever since we saw the live action adaption yesterday. Do you know any other songs?” She asked.

“I can’t help it! I just love this song so much! It’s like my favorite song from Aladdin! And even though Will Smith can’t sing the song wasn’t that bad.” Cissie said.

“Whatever.” Stephanie said, chuckling.

“Oh come on Steph don’t act like you haven’t been singing Aladdin songs since we saw the movie. I’ve seen you have ‘A Whole New World’ on repeat on your iPod.” Cissie said.

“Yeah but I’m not singing it at the top of my lungs like you do.” Stephanie retorted.

“You want to bet on that?” Cissie asked, raising her eyebrow and smirking.

“………Nooo.” Stephanie said, putting her head down.

The two girls then burst out in giggles.

“I can never get anything past you Cis.” Stephanie said, wiping a laughter induced tear from her eye.

“That’s because I know you so well.” Cissie said.

Cissie continued to sing ‘Prince Ali’ as she looked at her iPad. She was on Instagram and she was just scrolling down on her feed, seeing the different pictures and videos that people posted. Suddenly she paused her scrolling, abruptly stopping her singing in the process. This didn’t go unnoticed by Stephanie.

“You okay Cis?” Stephanie asked, looking over to her friend.

Cissie didn’t answer her. She just kept looking down at her iPad.

Stephanie got up and walked over to sit next to Cissie to see what she was looking at. It turns out that Cissie came across a video that Traci posted on her Instagram of her, Cassie, and Asami.

“We just saw Aladdin and it was amazing!” Traci exclaimed.

“Amazing! I was singing along the whole time!” Cassie exclaimed.

“All three of us were! Right Sam?” Traci asked.

“Yes! A whole lot of singing! Have fun!” Sam exclaimed.

“Damn right we had fun! This whole movie was just a great time! Right boys?” Traci asked. The camera then pans up towards Jaime, Bart, Virgil, Tye, and Ed walking behind them.

“Wo-ho yeah.” The boys mumbled, raising their fists half-heartedly. The camera pans back down towards the girls.

“They’re just fronting for the camera.” Cassie said.

“They know they liked it!” Traci said.

“Can’t fool us!” Sam said.

“He….seems like we weren’t the only one who saw the movie yesterday.” Stephanie said. She noticed that even though it was posted today, the caption stated ‘Last night was fun! #movienight’.

“Yeah.” Cissie said quietly. She swiped the video to look at the second part, which involved Traci, Cassie, and Sam singing ‘A Whole New World’.

“Seems like they had fun.” Stephanie said.

“Yeah it does.” Cissie said quietly.

“Hey are you okay?” Stephanie asked. “What’s wrong?” She added.

“I just wish that we were there with them.” Cissie said. She came across another video posted by Virgil of Tye and Jaime both dancing to the end credit version of ‘Friend Like Me’ in their theater row. The video then pans over to Traci, Cassie, and Sam doing the same thing on his other side.

“Just look at how much fun they had! We would have been with them if it wasn’t for….” Cissie started.

“Hey! None of that!” Stephanie said.

“What you know it’s true! If we hadn’t of left the team you, me and Tim would have been there with the rest of our friends enjoying that movie night. Hell we even planned on doing so when we first saw the teaser for Aladdin! But then we just had to mess everything up.” Cissie said, raising her head to look at Stephanie.

“Cissie….you know we had to do it.” Stephanie said.

“Yes I know. We were following the orders of our mentors.” Cissie said, rolling her eyes. “But we could have told them.” She added.

“No we couldn’t have. Our mentors told us not to, remember? Plus they wouldn’t have understood if we did. We are doing what we have to do for the greater good of the people. The League can’t operate effectively with all of the restrains put on them.” Stephanie said.

“Yeah but what about the Team? The league had restraints, not us. We could have stayed!” Cissie said.

“The teams follows what The League does and says.” Stephanie said.

“Not always! Hell when has the Team ever not disobeyed orders?” Cissie asked.

“Cis you agreed with Batman, Green Arrow, and everyone else about this whole thing!” Stephanie said, raising her arms up in the air. “You thought that we could all do more good if we didn’t have to deal with the restraints that were set forth. You thought that leaving would be a good idea, too!” She added.

“Yeah I know I did…….but now I’m thinking that I was wrong. That me, you, and Tim were wrong……for leaving.” Cissie said, putting her head down again.

“Cissie we were not wrong! Like I said before what we are doing is for the greater good!” Stephanie said.

“It might be for the greater good but that doesn’t make it right.” Cissie said. “I think we really hurt our friends.” She added.

“They have to understand.” Stephanie said, folding her arms.

“Steph…..did you not feel the negative energy that we were getting from Traci and Cassie when we went over to M’Ganns’ place for the premier of The Bachelorette? They didn’t talk to us that much.” Cissie said.

“Oh what are you talking about? Traci was talking up a storm.” Stephanie said.

“Yeah but that was just when she was talking to us about Bachelorette related things. We didn’t have a lot of the small conversations during the commercial breaks like M’Gann, Artemis, Zatanna, and Raquel were having. Hell, Cassie and Traci were mainly talking to Violet! They barely had any conversations with us.” Cissie said.

“Well they talked to us when were all about to leave.” Stephanie pointed out.

“Yeah but even then I could tell that they were upset and hurt, and even angry. Cassie definitely wasn’t afraid to let us know that when she said “You left us” point blank. And I could just here the hurt in Traci’s voice when she told us that they all missed us, and Cassie didn’t even argue with her!.” Cissie said.

Stephanie opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. After a few seconds she signed and looked down at her lap.

“Steph…..don’t you miss them?” Cissie asked.

After a moment of silence, Stephanie nodded her head, “Yeah I do….” She whispered.

“I do, too.” Cissie said. “And I know Tim does, no matter how stubborn he is about this whole thing. He misses Cassie and everyone else, too.” Cissie said.

Stephanie only nodded her head in agreement. After a moment of silence Cissie spoke again.

“M’Gann, Artemis, Zatanna, and Raquel said that if we didn’t resolve our issues then at the premier night then it would help us move in the right direction for possibly all eight of us to come together as a group again. Well……I’m thinking that maybe they were right…..and this conversation that we’re having now could very well be the next step in getting there.” Cissie said softly.

Stephanie didn’t say anything, she just continued looking down at her lap. Both girls sat in silence for the next five minutes, thinking about the conversation they just had. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

“That must be the pizza we ordered. Come on let’s go. I know you’re hungry.” Cissie said, getting off of her bed to walk to her bedroom door.

“Definitely.” Stephanie said, getting up from the chair and following Cissie in the hallway and into the living room to answer the front door.

The two girls spent the rest eating pizza, talking, and watching the Ridiculousness marathon on MTV. However, both girls knew that their thoughts on their friends weren’t going to go away any time soon. After the talk they had tonight, they knew that they couldn’t stay away from their friends much longer. Hopefully, the next step to reconciliation would come soon.

Here is the second installment of my Girl Talk series featuring Cissie and Stephanie. And awww they miss their friends. :(:( I really hope to see more of them in 3b of Young Justice: Outsiders and even a reconciliation between everyone (Even though I do plan on writing a reconciliation chapter for this story). I hope you all enjoy! :):):)

FanFiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13268013/1/The-Team-and-Their-Shenanigans

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18737131/chapters/44444542

#young justice #young justice outsiders #cissie-king jones #stephanie brown #cassie sandsmark #traci 13 #traci thurston

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Studious - Part II - College!Sebastian Stan AU

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader.

this is kinda... wow ok its v long. yikesss.

Guest Appearance: Chris Evans, Elizabeth Olsen, Anthony Mackie, Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo as the teacher.

Warning: Drinking (responsibly)

Summary: Y/N and Sebastian have a lengthy class together. Y/N is the studious type, Sebastian isn’t. The two form a bond over class notes and projects, and their opposing personalities might fit in together just right.

A/N: AAHH! Here it is! Part two to Studious! You guys really enjoyed it and wanted a part two and I, of course, wanted to write one as well. Hopefully this is good and you guys enjoy it as much as the first one and I’m happy to announce that I planned ahead and might even have a third part planned to end this little impromptu mini series.

Studious tags : @ilovethings-somuch @void-imaginations @redefining-happinesss 

PART 1

Y/N your name | Y/L/N your last name. 

Much to Y/N’s relief, and quite frankly Sebastian’s as well, she was feeling better and ready to go back to her normal vividly studious self in no time, less than a week even. 

Sebastian hadn’t been able to stop by anymore after the day he dropped the Sociology notes over, and the day after that as he promised, so when she walked in through the door the following class, she could hear his surprised clap and sigh of relief as Y/N walked up to their long shared desk. “Yes!” He slams a hand on the table top, looking up to the ceiling dramatically “Hallelujah” his relieved expression caused her to laugh out loud. “Well, I’ve been missed” she joked taking a seat next to the blue eyed man. “My wrist has never been happier to see you” he gives the shy girl a sly smirk. He’d smirked her way a couple times before, and neither one of them she know exactly how to take it, all of them making her a little tingly inside, more than she would ever admit. Sebastian and her caught up on what she had missed, which given Sebastian’s awful note-taking skills was a lot more than she thought and he was blushing in embarrassment. She assured him it was alright, that she would ask Mr. Ruffalo for notes or to email her a resume and work something out, and as the man in question walked into the room, y/n set down her notebook and pen, surprised to see Sebastian do the same. “What?” he asked confused. “I’m back, you don’t have to take notes” he only shrugged. “I’m kinda starting to like it, plus it’s unfair if I just feed off of your notes forever.” The last two classes without her helped him realize just how hard she worked for her notes and all he did was sit and listen and read whatever she allowed him to read. He would pass this subject quite literally on her shoulders, and that was unfair. So he thought it was time to put in, at least, some work. “That’s okay. I kinda like sharing notes” y/n announced, not leaving him a chance to reply as the teacher started with the day’s introductions. Once more Sebastian only blushed.

The semester seems to fly by in a blink of an eye, and along with it, the friendship between Sebastian and Y/N bloomed. From only talking before class to chatting after it too, and walking down the halls together until one of them reached their following classroom alongside y/n’s friend Elizabeth, had become sort of routine. Sometimes they would be joined by Chris, who they all found out Y/N knew from an elective earlier that school year, and slowly but surely, Y/N and Sebastian were more than just mere classmates.

With the end of the semester came the always hectic finals, and Sebastian knew before she even said it that Y/N had planned ahead weeks and weeks of non-stop studying. He knew her well enough by now to know that most if not all her activities included classes, revising and studying, with the occasional trip to the movie theater or binge watching Netflix documentaries – which in Seb’s mind classified somewhat as studying more often than not – at most.

Ruffalo had been clear, and instead of an exam he was assigning them a project in duos. Y/N chirped up and look into Sebastian’s bright blue eyes with a smile, and, by all means he wasn’t as studious and smart as she was, but she didn’t seem to mind as she poked his shoulder and called him partner, and knowing just how bookish she was, he knew he had to give his 100%, and he wanted to. For her. For the little defenseless ladybug that he had gleefully befriended over the course of the weeks.

He only wanted one little thing before that.

“Come on! It’s going to be fun!” he said, gathering his belongings after Professor Ruffalo wrapped up another lecture. Y/N seemed reluctant. Well that would be an understatement, she had already said no a couple times but Stan wasn’t having it. “Seb” “Y/N” he whined, practically begging as he fell into step with her. Elizabeth was nowhere to be found when they walked down the student-littered hallway. His hand reached up to push back stray strands of hair and he scratched his subtle stubble, and when he pulled them back down he took a hold of her heavy books, carrying them for her. She gave him a soft smile but continued to deny his invite. He had asked Y/N to join him the following Saturday and go to a bar close by where one of his friends would perform with his band. He wanted Y/N to let loose a little, have a little fun. He also wanted to see her in another environment that did not include classes and homework and complete and utter stress. He worried she would get sick again with how much she was overworking herself over exams she probably could ace in her sleep.

Before they knew it they had reached her next classroom, but Sebastian wouldn’t let go of her hand, grasping it in a tight hold with his free one. Her notebooks were heavy on his arm as he anticipated her answer after begging once more. “Fine!” she groaned, what else could she do? Saying no to Sebastian when he was this insistent only meant he would try again and again and again, and so – despite not thinking it was a good idea – she agreed to go. She figured she could come up with something between today and saturday, an excuse not to tag along, but not even her smarts could compete with his charm and – gently put – incessant spirit.

Saturday rolled around and, as he promised, he was by her dorm room at 6:45 pm. The small show wasn’t until around 8, probably even 9, but he hadn’t told her that in hopes that maybe he could take her out to eat before, or they could chat quietly before the whole ordeal started. Well, that was plan B, because plan A certainly included him having to fight her to make her go out in the first place. He knew her patterns already, and if she had any say in it, he was sure she would evade going.

Sebastian quietly thinks to himself that he should play the lottery numbers and make himself a rich man with this luck, because he was 100% right, his suspicions confirmed when Y/N opened her door in comfy wear and not at all looking like someone who had plans to go out.

Sure she looked cute and put together. Pink shorts and hair brushed back to perfection, like he always knew her – except for when she was coughing up a lung last week, voice raspy and tired from her cold – but he gave her a knowing grin when he saw her, as if saying ‘you’re not getting away with this that easily’ “Seb!” she acted surprised, but he was having none of it. “You ready?” Y/N racked her brain for something to say, whatever excuse she had failed to come up with in the past two days. Deep down a part of her wanted to go, join him for a night out, but the bigger, stronger part of her worried about her chemistry exam a little too much. 

Sebastian walked inside her room and she still mumbled, trying to find the perfect excuse, but in the end all she could do was sigh. She couldn’t lie to his piercing blue eyes, and she didn’t have it in her to lie that well that Sebastian would back down. “I need to study for my chemistry exam, Seb. I can’t” All he did was nod, nonchalant, as if he expected no less. He looked at her desk and saw the scattered cue cards. He pointed to them with an arched eyebrow and she gave him a small smile. “So, there’s nothing I can do to pull you out of this room then, doll?” The nickname rolled of his tongue easily, too easily, and even he was surprised at his words. Y/N swallowed but tried to keep her composure. Nothing he could do to make her leave the room and stop studying. “I’ll make you a deal” he started with a smirk “I’ll help you revise these for the next–” he flipped his wrist his way to look at his watch. Very early still, he had time. – “for about an hour and a half, and then you’re coming with me to this show. No questions asked” “But–” “You said you’d come!” he whined with a chuckle “And, god, you need to take a break! Now, sit down. I’m going to read these and you’re going to get them all right and then we’re going for drinks” and that was his last word. “Fine. But I have to be back by 10” and he agreed, knowing very well that was not going to happen.

Sebastian read the cue cards to her a total of 3 times. He went through the whole pack with her answering expertly, and when he was done and having no more of it, he walked outside and waited in the hallway until she changed.

When she came out, cute blouse loose and swaying with the motions of her arms, comfy jeans and converse, Sebastian thought he was hallucinating. For starters he didn’t think it would actually work, that she would waltz out of her room all changed and ready for a night out, but then he noticed that she was slipping her keys and cue cards in her purse. He wanted to say something, but opted not to. If this was the only way to get her to join him then so be it. Besides, she’s not going to get much study time in a dive bar, that’s for sure. He gives her a side smirk, the kind that lets her know he noticed and he’s slightly mocking her as he calls a cab.

“Name three noble gases” he says in the confines of the back of a cab. “Helium, Neon, Krypton” “You said Krypton last time, give me another one” “Xenon” “Good, now please, put those cards down and let’s have fun.” He pays for the short car ride and stumbles outside of the taxi with her in tow, folding the lone cue card in his hand and slipping it in the pocket of his jeans, letting her know that was the last he wanted to hear of chemistry for the night. Y/N rolled her eyes at his childish behavior but continued to walk behind him.

The place was nice. For what she expected of dive bars according to movies and novels, she was waiting for a more rowdy and darker place where she would feel afraid before she could feel out of place, but this wasn’t half bad. 

Brick walls, neon signs and rustic decor scattered all around, giving the place a much warmer feel, with a set of metal round stairs that led to an up area Y/N couldn’t see proper, but Sebastian would later on tell her the bathrooms were in that direction. It was brightly lit and filled with students and a couple of older looking people, many faces she had seen littered around campus, and others were total strangers, but the aura of the place was more welcoming than she would have ever thought. Sebastian lead the way as they went deeper inside the joint, over to the far end of the bar, closest to the small stage. For a second Y/N wondered if she even knew how to let loose and have fun, because all her brain could think about was atoms, molecules and chemical solutions, but it all easily moved to the back of her head whenever Sebastian snapped her out of her trance to make her pay attention to her surroundings. “Relax” he kept saying, as if she needed to be constantly reminded and he could sense her tense up every now and again. She babysat the same drink all night, just a light beer, and kept looking around at all the people, how some danced without a care in the world, how others worried more about finishing their drinks and flirting, and then there was Seb, who only cared about making sure she wasn’t feeling out of place, and that she was having at least a decent time.

When his friends went up on the stage – smoothly introduced as The Wings – they started with a cover of a song Y/N knew the lyrics to, the female singer helping her let go and focus on something other than her discomfort, and Sebastian couldn’t help but smile. This was a more calm Y/N, and he was glad to meet her. He felt as if after all this time he didn’t know Y/N fully, he only knew the driven focused one, not the one that threw her head back laughing or screamed over music to keep a conversation, the one that truly felt warm and alive. She could have been weirded out at first but after the first couple of songs he knew he had accomplished his mission, successfully getting her to take a much needed and deserved break.

He gladly introduced her to the band as they finished their set. His friend – Anthony, he’d said – played drums and the singer – who’s name was Scarlett – gave Sebastian a tight hug upon seeing him. She ruffled his hair and proceeded to kiss Y/N’s cheek as a friendly greeting. Y/N congratulated them on a great set, and couldn’t help but be a little starstruck by the gorgeous redhead in front of her. She had never met someone in a band, much less a band that sounded so cool and seemed to have somewhat of a following – if the screams from the bar-goers weren’t indication enough, the fact that most knew the lyrics to some of the band’s own original songs was enough to prove the point – so to say she was pleasantly surprised to see them and actually meet them, was an understatement. “You guys sounded so good” she smiled, all her nice teeth on display, causing Seb to smile just as widely behind her. “Thank you! We’re going to a party in about an hour, you guys up for it?” Anthony said, flipping one of his drumsticks in between two fingers. “Yeah, it’ll be fun, and we’re playing some more there too” Scarlett raised her eyebrows up and down repeatedly, taking a sip of her drink, trying to encourage them to tag along. Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, the other placed itself securely on Y/N’s lower back. She didn’t flinch of pull away, visibly more relaxed than an hour ago, her beer long gone. “I think that’s a little too much excitement for tonight for us” he excused the pair swiftly, but promised to make an appearance at their next gig, and he was greatly surprised when Y/N said she would love to tag along for the next one as well. And with that promise on the table they continued to talk and dance and joke around as the band killed time with Seb and their new friend Y/N.

“And Mackie was so drunk!” Sebastian’s laugh was loud and bright as he walked side by side with Y/N, whose snicker mimicked his boisterous one, up the sidewalk on their way back to campus, hands deep inside his jacket pockets, and her fingers played with the tassels on her purse, taking wide steps trying to keep up with his long legs. The distance from the bar back to the dorms wasn’t much and he didn’t want her to sit in a cab only to turn on the lights in the car and read though her notes again as she did on the way over. He wasn’t giving her space to think about class or exams, that was his goal.

They danced around lamp posts and hopped over cracks on the cement path, laughing and telling tales, mostly Sebastian given that Y/N had never been one to go out much, leaving her with little to no stories of drunk friends and loud adventures. “Admit it” he started after they fell into silence, the wind moving his long-ish hair around and nipping at their rosy smiley cheeks. Y/N looked up to the man, catching his blue eyes staring down at her intensely. “You had fun”

She jokingly pushed him away, not being able to hold in a laugh, but the truth was that she couldn’t even lie to herself, it felt like she didn’t know how to have fun until tonight, and she had lots of it. “I did” she shrugged lightly, but Sebastian felt accomplished. “See? And you’re still incredibly prepared for your exams. Nothing wrong with taking small breaks Y/N” “You’re right. I just… I’ve never really cared for anything else other than studying” her voice was small, almost a whisper as she smiled up at him. The brunette gave her a mocking look, as if saying he didn’t believe it, but the truth was, deep down he did. He wasn’t wrong when he sensed her as a cute defenseless puppy, she was just a very shy and locked up one, and from the looks of it, had been for a long time now, maybe even before high school even. “You’re just the studious type” he said nonchalant. “I am, aren’t I” she said a little shy but he assured her there was nothing to feel bad about “It’s fine.” he poked her shoulder “You just care for A’s and passing classes, and then maybe you can take a break, but as long as there’s something to do, you’re not stopping until it’s done, and that’s remarkable really” “Maybe… And what are you then? What’s your type?” Sebastian was taken aback by her question. He never saw himself as more of a normal student. He shrugged. “I don’t know. Just a guy who tries to pass. If I like a class I do good in it, duh, if I don’t then a C- will do” that was a sentence Y/N could not relate to. B’s were a nightmare in her eyes. Truly a mission failed, and she realized that yes, she really was the studious type, but Sebastian didn’t let her feel bad for it for a single second.

As they approached the campus grounds their laughters died down, trying to keep quiet so as to not disturb anyone that could be around, or the people in the first floors of the living buildings they passed. “Listen,–” Sebastian resumed as they walked down the middle of campus, cutting across the small park that marked the center of the college grounds, on his way to her dorm building. He was dropping her off at her door and he wasn’t taking a no for an answer. – “I know I should care more for my grades and all. I’m the kind of guy that should study more and you… You’re the kind of girl that needs to study a little less” his eyes shone, letting her know he was half joking, half serious, and for the first time since God knows when, Y/N thinks that he’s right, she could use a couple more breaks every once in a while. Sebastian pushed open the glass doors that led to the living area in her building. This was as far as he could make it without earning himself a warning from some Dorm Monitor because guys shouldn’t be around girls dorms at this time.

“I was thinking, what are you doing tomorrow?” Y/N started to panic. There was no way she could do this again tomorrow, or something similar. There would be no more breaks in her study schedule, this one was already enough. She just said she could study less but that didn’t mean she would start right now. It was a slow process, like rehab. Or was he going to ask her out some other way? No, she was not ready for that. Was she? “Oh god, Seb, no. I had fun, I did, but I can’t postpone studying anymore, I-” “No no. I was going to say we could go to the library? Get started on Ruffalo’s project?” he smiled at her, seeing her immediately ease up. “We already did tonight my way. Let’s do tomorrow your way, yeah?” the smile on his face was too warm and welcoming for her to bear. He was… 

He was just too amazing and Y/N had to admit that even when he insisted – quite a lot – on going out, she never actually felt pressured by him or forced, deep down she wanted to see what all the fuzz in not studying was about because she’s never known anything other than it, and something about him and how he was always gentle with her and caring – the man did drop by her room twice while she was sick, and they weren’t even friends-friends back then – let her know that if she was actually uncomfortable or it was something that she genuinely couldn’t or didn’t want to do, he would stop insisting. So it was safe to say she felt secure with him around, like he knew her boundaries and wanted to push them, but only at a pace she could manage. She was grateful for that.

“Sure. I’ll text you?” and with quick nods they set the plans in stone. “Great. Well, here you are. Right on curfew” Sebastian joked, trying his best to keep his laughter in a whispery level so that no unwanted attention would be drawn to them. “It is almost midnight, Sebastian, that is so not curfew” She had noticed the time ages ago, realizing after she found herself singing along to Shape Of You with the rest of the bar at what her phone marked as 10:30 pm that she was not going to make it back to campus on time, and looking over to Sebastian’s smiling face as he screamed the lyrics out of tune, she found herself surprisingly not caring a single bit. “Hey, every college student has to get in trouble for breaking curfew at least once, that’s like… tradition” his hands were thrown up in a defensive motion, as if saying it wasn’t his fault when it sure as hell was, but Y/N wasn’t about to point any fingers. She hadn’t minded.

As they said their goodbyes and she thanked him once more for the night out Sebastian took a hold of her hand, making her turn to his frame that still stood in the dimly light living area, jacket framing his body perfectly and the lamps just bright enough for her to make out the blue in his eyes as vibrant as ever. “Promise me you’re going straight to bed, no more revising. You’ve already done enough of that. It’s a miracle you don’t get sick more often, woman” he gave her another eye roll and she giggled. “Promise” her feet absentmindedly took her closer to him as she pressed a quick peck to his cheek. Sebastian prayed and prayed and prayed that the lights were low enough that she wouldn’t see him turning into an actual tomato. “Good” he choked out, regaining his composure with a quick shake of his head. His hands pushed his hair back, a nervous habit, and he cleared his throat “Now I need to sneak my way out of here and back to my room without getting caught. I have one too many broken curfew notes on my record” “Oh my god” Y/N laughed, properly out loud, before trying to contain herself. They were going to get caught if she kept this up “You’re reckless, Stan” she whispered stepping away from him. He took steps backwards towards the glass doors, still focused on her frame as a loving chuckle escaped his lungs. “You’re cute, Y/L/N”

Seb made it to his dorm like a ninja in the middle of the night, quickly changing out of his jeans, jacket and shirt with the aid of one lamp – he didn’t want to wake Chris up – and staying half dressed, only clad in his boxers and undershirt, deeming that enough to go to sleep, as he folded his clothes to put away. A small piece of paper fell from the folded jeans, slipping out of one of the pockets. Sebastian unfolded the edges and read over the words. He took in Y/N’s pristine handwriting ‘name at least 3 noble gases’.  Sebastian chuckled, placing it on top of his desk as he reminisced of the night he had gone through. He found himself smiling, wanting to see more of the relaxed Y/N, finding her equally as endearing as the studious one. “How was your date” Chris ’s rough, sleep-filled voice startled him. The sheets ruffled as he propped himself on his bed to face his best friend that seemed to be just getting in. With a quick glance he saw the time on the clock. Fifteen past midnight. “Jeez, Evans. It wasn’t a date” Sebastian rolled his eyes as he let his body flop on his comfy sheets, ready to rest for the night. “Uh-huh… Why are you smiling like that then” the teasing continued and all Seb could do was groan. After a short silence where he could tell Chris was still staring at the outline of his body across the room and wouldn’t let go of the topic anytime soon, he sighed contently. “I just am, Chris. I just am”

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED! AHHHH WHAT DID YOU THINK?! I THINK I’M GIVING THIS A FINAL PART 3 LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT IT!  

I no longer write Real People Fiction, and this will not have a part 3, I apologize and hope you understand.

HERES MY ASK Have a good day lovelies

Smooches, L xo <3

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