#in the most polite way possible. Seb. you idiot

[munstysmind]

G'day 😈 dribble dialogue prompt time!

"You are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I've ever met and don't get me started on the sound of your voice!"

Ez, this took me places.

OK… prepare for angry Maddie

WARNING/S: Woman being a bitch, pissed off and protective Maddie, pissed off Sebastian

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“God you’re an idiot” Maddie laughs as Sebastian puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Hey, you forgot too” he replies, getting up from the couch. He had ordered Chinese for dinner over an hour ago and they only just remembered about it because the restaurant called him.

“Yeah but you made the order. Hey… make sure my honey chicken is there. They forgot it last time” she calls out to him as he heads out the door.

“Yeah, I will. Don’t really want a repeat. There were tears over it” he teases. It had been a whole debacle. He’d actually gone back and gotten it even though she told him it was fine.

“Hey, I was on my period and Matt had just gone home” she yells, faking offence.

“I don’t like how cozy you are with Seb” Kaitlin says as soon as she hears the door close

“What?” Maddie asks, tuning to look at her.

“You need to learn your place and stop overstepping” Kaitlin tells her a little aggressively

“My place?” Maddie replies. What the fuck is she on about?

“He’s my boyfriend, not yours” Kaitlin growls and the switch flicks in Maddie’s brain.

“Fuck me, here we go” Maddie says under her breath. Sebastian had been dating Kaitlin for a few months now and Maddie doesn’t like her very much.

"You are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I've ever met…” Kaitlin declares as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world

“Excuse me?!” Maddie says, completely taken back by what she just said

“… and don't get me started on the sound of your voice!" Kaitlin scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“The fuck you just say to me?!” Maddie snaps. She’s well and truly pissed off. The fucking nerve of this woman.

“This fake English accent you’ve got going on is pathetic. Talk normally”

“I am”

“No, you’re not. You’re very clearly not English”

“Well my UK citizenship and family tree say differently” Maddie mumbles under her breath.

She’s a dual citizen, has been from birth because her mum is British. Her mother moved to Australia with her parents when she as 13.

“Whatever” Kaitlin says, full of attitude which causes Maddie to snap.

“Ok, you want me to be a bitch, I’ll be a bitch. I have gone out of my way to be nice to you because I know how much Seb likes you but I’m done. You are arrogant, entitled, stuck up, the list goes on. I’ve seen those eye rolls you do when he turns his back. You walk all over him and he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t say anything because he’s too polite for his own damn good. You’re whiny, fuck you’re like a damn child with how much you whine, about everything. You think the world revolves around you. And your selfish, it’s all me me me. I don’t give two fucks what you think of me, couldn’t care less. Unfortunately for you, I’m not going anywhere so you’re just going to have to deal with it. I don’t know what it is about you that’s got him hooked but he deserves so much more than you will ever be able to give him because you only care about yourself. He is kind and generous and funny and annoying, god he can be annoying sometimes but I don’t care. He’s is an incredible human being who will do anything for the people he cares about. He’s so close with him mum, closer than I thought was possible. He sees her all the time and when he’s away filming, he calls her. He gives the best hugs and fuck me can he cook. He’s incredible with food. He knows exactly what to say to make you laugh or cheer you up. He’s sensitive. He wears his heart on his sleeve, which is probably why he’s had it broken so many times. He is a phenomenal actor, I wish I was a half as good as he is. He loves his fans. He cherishes every single interaction he has with them. He goes out of his way to make sure that they have the best experience they can, even if it’s only a hug. He is so humble, you give him a complement and he doesn’t know what to do. He as a very special place in his heart for kids… you want to see him melt into a puddle give him a baby to hold. He’s going to make an amazing father one day. It is a honour to know him and a privilege to be a part of his life. See… I know my place but you clearly don’t because if you did you wouldn’t have said what you said to me. I’m not going to say anything about this to Seb, because I’m not cruel and the last thing I’m going to do is cause tension in his relationship but if you think I’m going to let you sit here and disrespect me because you’re very clearly insecure of our friendship you’ve got another thing coming. I don’t know what your problem is but you need to grow that fuck up. One very important thing you need to know about me. I’m fiercely protective of those I care about and unlike you, I care about Seb. I will not hesitate to make your life a living hell if you hurt him. And you’re right, my accent isn’t English, it’s Australian” Maddie says, giving Kaitlin a piece of her mind.

“Wow, you really are something else” Kaitlin says, annoyed

“Oh, I’m just getting started. As far as I’m concerned you…” Maddie snaps

“That’s enough” Sebastian says behind them, making both women jump. They turn to face him and he’s wearing a look Maddie doesn’t see very often. He’s pissed.

“Seb… I…” Maddie starts but he shakes his head, stopping her.

“Don’t bother Mads. I heard the whole thing” he says and her stomach drops as she closes her eyes, hanging her head a little. Beside her she hears Kaitlin snigger and it takes everything in her not to knock her teeth in.

“You need to leave” Sebastian says and Maddie just nods before she gets off the couch and heads towards the door, doing everything she can to keep her quickly forming tears in.

“Not you” Sebastian says, making Maddie stop in her tracks and look at him.

“You” he says, turning to Kaitlin.

“What?!” she says, both angry and shocked at him. She really expected him to take her side over Maddie’s.

“When I said I heard the whole thing I mean the whole thing. From the start. I came back because I forgot my wallet” he tells her. Maddie has to bite back a smirk when she sees Kaitlin’s face drop.

“Seb, I was just joking. I don’t mean it” Kaitlin says, trying to cover her ass

“Don’t bull shit me Kaitlin. We both know you weren’t joking. You have been here two months, Mads has been here almost five years. She has been here for me through some of the hardest times in my life. You don’t get to come in and try to rip apart our friendship. Nobody does. I don’t care if we’re dating, you are not automatically more important to me than her. That’s something you have to earn” he tells Kaitlin. Maddie can hear the hurt in his voice.

“Well, you can’t have both Seb” Kaitlin tells Sebastian, very clearly giving him an ultimatum

“You want me to choose?” Sebastian asks her, clarifying it’s what she really wants

“Yes” Kaitlin says, crossing her arms in front of her chest

“Maddie” Sebastian says, looking at Maddie who is still standing at his door.

“Are you fucking serious, you’re choosing her?” Kaitlin yells, stomping her foot like a child

“Yes, I am” Sebastian tells her, secretly glad she made him choose.

“I can’t believe you” Kaitlin yells going into full on diva mode

“Kaitlin, you made me choose. You don’t get to have a tantrum because you didn’t get your way. Now like I said before, you need to leave” Sebastian says firmly, subtly motioning to Maddie to move out of the doorway. He doesn’t want Kaitlin to lash out at her.

Kaitlin lets out a shriek before storming out, slamming the door behind her so hard that the calendar on the back of it falls off.

Sebastian lets out a groan and flops down on the couch.

“I’m sorry” Maddie says. She feels really bad that she’s the cause of his relationship ending. As much as she didn’t like Kaitlin she knows Sebastian did.

“No Mads, I’m sorry” he tells her holding his arm out to her. She goes and sits next to him and he lets out a sigh, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in.

“It’s not your fault Seb”

“It kind of is Mads. I’m the one who was dating her. I would have seen it. I’m so sorry she treated you like that, you didn’t deserve it”

“Neither did you”

“I’m fine. I’d rather be single than be with someone like her”

“Still…”

“I know”

“She’s lucky she caught me in a good mood”

“I was gonna say, that was pretty retrained”

“Wasn’t it, I deserve a medal”

“OK, I’m gonna go get the food before your head gets too big”

“You sure you’re OK?”

“Yeah Mads, I’m OK”

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[hearteyesbowen]

practicing lines ☆ ricky bowen

nothing says high school plays like two lead actors hating each other to their core

warnings: slight angst, slight fluff, some swearing, heavy making out

part I , part II

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If there is one thing Y/N hated most, it was Richard Bowen.

Richard “Ricky” Bowen was the high school sweetheart. The most polite and respectful man in his grade, and probably his school. He held the door for anyone and everyone, he offers to help his teachers in need of grading test papers, and he seems to be the perfect boyfriend material. That’s not what you thought.

You despise everything about him. The reason for your resentment was due to the fact that you got the part for Gabriella when he wanted Nini to get the part so they could rekindle their broken love. Ever since then, he has been nothing but rude and obnoxious to you. You did everything you could to try and make peace with him, but he only cared about his stupid plan to fix his own mistakes.

It was clear to the whole school of the mutual hatred between you two. Although Miss Jenn tried to warm you up to each other with her bonding exercises and one-on-one script read throughs, nothing was more powerful than your anger for each other.

Today, after learning that the school’s stage was mysteriously burned down, you all traveled to the El Ray Theatre.

“Ok kids, let’s go to page five.” She yelled, taking her clipboard and standing on the side with Carlos.

You scrambled through your bag, grabbing the heavy script that Carlos printed out for you. You turn on your heels swiftly, only to crash into your ignorant co-star.

“Watch it, happy feet.” Rick snarled, towering over you.

“Why not give me some personal space, Richard?” You smirked. “Almost makes me think you have a crush on me.”

“You fucking wish, Y/N.”

“Language, Ricky.” Miss Jenn warned.

You give him an innocent smile, turning your back on him as you walked to center stage. You heard him groan under his breath as he trailed behind you.

You both stood next to each other, or five feet apart from each other, flipping the pages of your script to the next scene. You quickly skimmed through the page, reading through the scene you were about to act out.

“Let’s go to the scene where Troy and-”

You heard a loud snap coming from the ceiling. “Watch out!” Someone from the back screeched.

You felt a strong pair of arms grab you and pull you to their body, covering your head. A large sand bag fell from the roof, making everyone around you scream and hold on to each other.

“Is everyone ok?” You heard Seb cry out.

You look up from your hands that covered your eyes and saw horror in everyone’s eyes, from the sack to you. Confused, you remembered that you were in someone’s grasp. You look up and see Ricky, breathing heavily. He looked at you and everything was quiet.

You pushed yourself off of him, sweeping your body from the dust in the air. Ricky did the same, clearing his throat and avoiding your gaze.

“Maybe we should take a five.” Miss Jenn hummed, “Ricky and Y/N can go and look for a quiet, hopefully safer place to practice lines while the rest of us can figure out how to work the lights and not die.”

➢➣ ➢➣

“Wow, not even a goddamn thank you for saving your life?” Ricky asked annoyingly as he closed the door behind him.

You had both found a hidden storage room in the dusty halls of the theatre. Inside were worn out dresses with threads popping out, multiple broken chairs probably used during performances, and an old piano.

You rolled your eyes, “No one asked you to save me, Dicky.”

“What did you just call me?” He growled.

“I said Dicky.” You spat. You dusted off the chair of the piano before sitting down, leaving room for Ricky.

He rolled his eyes and took off his navy hoodie. His shirt went up a little, revealing his toned chest. You forced yourself to stop staring and tried to ignore him as he sat down, leaving as much room in between you two as possibly without falling off the bench. His hands grazed they top of the piano before pressing his fingers on top of the keys. He began to mess around with the notes, playing small and random tunes. His eyes were glued to the instrument as he played, and you noticed a small smile forming on his lips as he practiced . You almost forgot about everything as you listened to him play. Watching him focus on his music brought a shiver to your body, and almost a warm feeling in your stomach. You had never felt this towards Ricky, all you felt was anger. But now, this whole new feeling brought a new light to you.

“Should we start practicing our lines?” Ricky asked, turning to look at you. A heat ran to your cheeks as you both stared at each other. You noticed a change in his eyes and saw him glance down at your lips once.

“Yeah, uhm, go to page five.” You said, turning away and grabbing your script from the top of the piano.

Ricky was still in shock of what happened. He got up from the bench and grabbed his script from a tall, wooden shelf next to the door. He watched as you turn around the seat to face him, still looking at your script. He noticed your tongue stick out ever so slightly which made him smile. He quickly wiped the smile from his face, bewildered by his reaction.

“I don’t need my script, do you?” You ask softly.

His throat went dry as he looked at you, your hair falling slightly over your flushed cheeks. Something in him clicked, and his knees began to grow heavy.

“No, you’re perfect-that’s perfect.” He rambled.

You kept the page of the scene open and placed the script next to you on the bench. “Remember in kindergarten, you’d meet a kid, know nothing about them, then ten seconds later, you were best friends?” You recite.

“Yeah.” Ricky mumbled.

“Singing with you felt like that.”

“I never thought about singing, that’s for sure. Until you. And now,” He said, gazing into your eyes. “And now,” He repeated, seeming lost.

“What an actor you are.” You joked, giggling a little.

“What does that mean?” He asked somewhat annoyingly.

“It was a joke, Ricky. Calm down.” You countered, standing up as you got more irritated. “You can’t take a joke?”

“I’m sorry, aren’t you the one who can’t even thank someone for saving their life?”

“That bag was no where near me, idiot. What were you trying to save me from? Dust bunnies?” You yelled.

Ricky scoffed, “And to think I thought we were getting better at being nicer to each other. I’ve tried so hard to make things between us better but clearly you don’t want that. I’m just waisting my time.”

You were taken back. “How is all of this my fault? You are the one who started getting pissed off at me for getting the lead when you wanted Nini. Is that why you fucking hate me? Because I’m not your ex girlfriend who is happy with her new boyfriend?” You screamed, your fists curled into each other tightly.

Ricky’s rich brown eyes grew shinier, his mouth agape and in shock. Neither of you have fought like this before.

“I’m sorry.” He said, taking the smallest step towards you. You took a small step back, feeling yourself close to the wall. “I’m an idiot.”

“That’s one way to put it.” You mumbled, stepping back one more step as you hit the door

“Look, I know it was wrong for me to be mad at you for getting the part. I was so caught up in the idea of me winning back Nini like they do in the movies that I totally disregarded your feelings too.” He confessed. “I started to realized how wrong I was about you a while ago, but we were so deep into our frustration for each other I didn’t know what to do but to try and start being more polite. I’m the worst guy in the world and you never deserved to be treated like a dick, it was all my fault.”

“I shouldn’t have been so rude either.” You muttered, “It was childish for me to retaliate with an attitude instead of just working it out, you know? I deserved some of the harshness from you.”

“Can we agree that this was on the both of us?” He begged, letting out a little laugh.

“Yeah, for sure.” You replied, softly laughing as you brought your attention to the floor.

You stared at your shoes and dusted off your jeans. You felt Ricky stare at you, so you looked up. His lower lip was caught in between his teeth, slowly turning his soft lips red. You couldn’t help but steal glances from his eyes to his lips, noticing Ricky do the same.

“I feel as though I owe you an apology.” He started, moving closer to you. His slim body towered over your own.

“Oh, you do. I expect an amazing gift to make up for this.” You smirked.

One of his hands went to your chin, grabbing it gently as the other went to your waist. Your hands rested on his chest.

“I have an idea.” Ricky whispered before he crashed his lips to yours.

His large hand moved from your chin to your waist. Your arms slid from his chest to around his neck, and curled up into his own curly hair. His grip on your waist tightened and pulled you closer to him, making sure to leave no space in between you. You tugged his hair, making him let out a low groan. You smiled at his reaction. His hands slid down your waist and under your butt, motioning you to jump. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, and he slammed you up against the door. He began to trail kisses from your lips to your neck, and you tried your best to hold in a moan. You felt the marks he was leaving from your neck to your collarbone. You moved his head back up and brought your lips to his again.

“I knew you had a crush on me.” You breathed out. He bit your bottom lip, making you gasp, and letting his tongue slip through.

Ricky walked back to the piano and sat down, letting you straddle his waist. You latched your lips to his neck, leaving matching marks on his neck. He let out small moans, gripping your hips tighter as you went on. Your hands went to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it so he would take it off.

“Ricky? Y/N? Are you two in here? This door is jammed!” You heard Big Red call out from past the wooden door.

You both quickly pulled away, getting up from his lap and readjusting your shirt. Ricky did the same to his messy hair. He swiftly grabbed his hoodie he left on the piano and tossed it you, motioning at your neck with the numerous marks he left.

“Yeah we’re here! Just push the door.” He replied. He moved one of his hands to the side of his neck, hoping to subtly cover up the red scars you left him.

You managed to put Ricky’s hoodie on before Red opened the door. You took in the scent of his cologne and adjusted the collar more up to hide your bruises.

“Miss Jenn is having a midlife crisis so we’re going to order pizza. Are you guys good with pepperoni and soy cheese?” He wondered.

“Yeah, totally fine.” You answered. Ricky gave a small nod to his friend.

Red was quick to notice you wearing Ricky’s clothing on your body, but didn’t want to question it out of fear for his life. He gave a simple “ok” and left without question, knowing he would just demand answers out of his best friend later.

Ricky turned back to you, scratching the back of his neck. “About what just happened-”

“We can discuss over our next read through together.” You interrupted, giving him a soft smile.

“How about the movies tomorrow? At 8?” He asked hopefully.

You gave him a smile and walked up to him, going to peck his lips only to be pulled back by Ricky for another sweet kiss.

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You both walked back to your friends who were scattered around the main entrance of the theatre. Everyone noticed you two holding hands, Ricky’s hoodie, and the obvious makeup on his neck. You both acted as though nothing happened.

You were pulled away by Carlos and Ashlyn, noticing Red going for Ricky. “Excuse me, last time I remembered you and Ricky were about to murder each other.” He mumbled quickly.

“What do you mean? We just had a really, really heated argument right now.” You defended, playing with the sleeves of his larger hoodie.

“Is there something on your neck? Oh my god Y/N did you and Ri-”

Miss Jenn bursted through the door happily, “Alright kids, let’s go back to school!”

A/N - well heres another imagine !!! this one was fun to write and more steamy so ur welcome ! im thinking of doing a part 2 to breakdown, so let me know what u think or send me suggestions or requests of what to write next :)) love y’all

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[robin-the-enby]

Hey! I love your matchups and I really want one with on the black butler characters.

I am ISTJ and even though I was born in America I come from a Mexican family. So I am fluent in Spanish and English. Along side of Mandarin Chinese (still learning) and Japanese (still learning)

Appearance wise, I have olive skin, long wavy/curly hair that reaches my tailbone (i like putting it in side braid). I also have long bangs that quite often fall over my glasses. And just too lazy to move them. I also have dimples when I smile. I will bite anyone who try poke them.

Personality: I can get hard to know at first because I have trust issues (my heart has been broken okay) . Not too mention people don't try to get know me because of my major Resting Bitch Face. They think I am judging them or that I am scary. But I am not... I am attentive so I will stand up for myself and anyones else. I am patient. Also, after you get to know me you will realize I am a chaotic crackhead with a melodramatic persona. Like "your star is here!" "The stage is calling for me. Move out of my way" "the spotlight is on me so could you move you crusty face?" I like to tease and flirt with the people I am close to. I zone out or daydream a lot. And in the worst times. It could be a serious meeting and I am chuckling because of something in my head. Which have scared people. It could be during a conversation and I will stop listening. But I will always feel bad and apologize.

I also like to scare people. Like tell them the unsolved cases or horrific cases that I know (I love unsolved cases) . This is also why my little siblings hate me. Turns out talking kids murder cases and disapperinv cases was not appropriate for bed time story... woops.....

I like to pop out of nowhere and either flick or playfully punch my friends and say boo. I do accidentally roast people. I don't think before I say things. And don't realize until hours or days later. And I am like "shit"

I am sarcastic and that has gotten me in trouble before. My friend asked for my advice and I didn't know she was being serious. So I gave her a sarcastic advice and she came back to me mad. I was like "shit you believed me?"

Likes/hobbies: i like my anatomy class and I like to read, write, meditate (because I get stressed a lot). I really like to dance and listen to music. Which my music taste is everywhere: Kpop, classical music, jazz, jpop, Spanish songs, rock, metal. Every music genre except for country. I like to play the violin.

My passion lies in the arts and crafts. I would like to do illustration and photography. More specifically street fashion photography and and event photography. Like weddings and funerals. Yes funeral photography does exist and I will like to do it. Since it is also special event. I draw a lot of portraits and landscapes. I have been told that my art is either scary or mysterious. Though I can get a little caught up with my passion. I practice to get better with no rest.

Flaws/toxic traits: I am not empathetic or sympathetic. People always thought I didn't care about my friend's issues. I do i just don't understand them. My compassion does make up for this and will give advice. My other flaw, is the high walls I build to protect myself. I am there for other people. But people were never there for me. People have manupliated me and that cause me trust issues. I don't know how to handle negative emotions like depression, anxiety, self doubt, procrastination. So I just isolate myself in these moods. They really take a toll on me and make me think I can't do my passions. I am afraid of commitment because of toxic relationships i had before.

Love language: I am not obvious with affection. (Because no one ever gave me it). I show it through my teasing and flirting. My love language is however Act of Service. I will help my s/o with anything they need. Chores, work, advice, etc. Sort of the mom of my friend group. But a Savage mom as I have been told. "Stop crying, here I made you a cookie" "do I need to hurt someone" "don't worry I can get coffin with a lock in it". I am also an aggressive supporter. Like "No YOU are beautiful. YOU are gorgeous!" (This happened when someone gives me affection and time try to turn the attention to them as way to hide my fluster)

I will call my s/o like "stupid" "idiot" but in a endearing way. Okay. Occasionally I will use "beloved" and "Cariño/cariña"

I am not good receiving verbal affection or physical affection. I was never given affection so I am not used to it. I will start blushing and stop working. I will also probably say "idiot" or turn the attention to them like "no.. u" but I think fails because I am terrible at hiding my blush. I get easily flustered with affection okay. But I won't ever admit that I like it. Though it is obvious.

Sexuality: i am bisexual so it doesn't matter what gender I am paired up with.

Funt fact i guess?: I love small plants, plushies, and banana milk. Like I have hundreds of different kinds of plants and they each have their own name. Like GGmo, Lily, Melody, Edward. I love Banana milk as I said. I drink it every evening. It always get me happy so when I am sad or had a bad day. I drink banana milk and I am happy. It is also to make up for my coffee addiction. I am addicted to coffee. My friends said no coffee and I was like fine banana milk then :)

This is getting long now... bye.

I'm glad that you like my matchups, I'm trying my best tbh😅 I match you with:

Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian is very curious in nature, so he definitely wants to know what you're really like, not the front you put on.

He's also very charming when he wants to, he makes it very easy to open up to him and get comfortable around him.

Sure, he, as a demon, doesn't really care much for humans, so when he doesn't have to play the polite, kind butler, he probably has a RBF as well, however, I think that changes when he's interacting with someone he loves.

His sweet words may have been a mask at first, so he could see the real you, but the closer you two become, the more he means every word of praise, encouragment or comfort he utters.

He would most certainly be amused by your crackhead self once you do get comfortable around him, but it's not really his vibe. He wouldn't scold you for being loud, brash or inapropriate, like he does the other servants.

If he's in a really good mood or when the situation calls for it, he can be dramatic as well. Sometimes he'd do it just to get on Ciel's nerves XD

One big pro of being with Sebastian is that he lets you off the hook a lot. If he was talking to anyone else and they'd space out, oh honey, he would stare them down so hard, it's sending chills down my spine just thinking about it. But if it's you it's like a complete 180, Sebastian can't possibly be mad at you, everyone spaces out sometimes, those things just happen.

The other servants make sure to be on your good side so that you could intercede with him on their behalf.

You can't scare him with your true crime stories, but you sure as hell can scare the others. And you can bet your ass Seb's gonna help! The plan is: You tell the story and then he's gonna pop up out of nowhere behind them, giving them mini heart attacks.

If you try to scare him though, you'll need to be on guard 24/7 until he gets you in return. And even if your on guard all the time, he finds a way to scare the life out of you.

Your humor is practically the same, I mean, Sebastian is great at off handed remarks/roasts and sarcastic comments that you have to look for to really see them. You two could be talking shit about anyone and everybody would be like "Oh yeah, normal conversation, yes"

Sebastian would love to dance with you. And trust me when I say this, he is good at any type of dance. If you two are ever at a ball, prepare your feet, because he's not gonna let go of you the whole night (unless his master is in danger of course).

He would be your #1 supporter, he'd go with you out to take photos, and if you asked him to look at some, he'd take a good long look at each and every one of them and describe in detail how he feels about them. Also would go to any art shows you'd host if it came to it.

When it comes to sympathy and empathy, Sebastian also has a hard time showing these feelings. He's been alive for far longer than any human on Earth and he's a demon. He's never had any of the problems humans have, so naturally he doesn't kniw what it feels like to have them. Plus, before you came into his life, he didn't care much for them either.

However, he's gonna be there for you whenever you need him, emotionally or practically, even though he doesn't get your feelings.

You both have walls put up, you because of bad past experiences, him because as a demon, he has major issues with being vulnerable in any way. And I'm not talking just emotionally here, but demons are almost undestroyable, yet they have very few weaknesses that they just need to hide away.

It's rare Sebastian has a problem, but even if he had, you wouldn't know, because he thinks you, as a human, wouldn't understand and so he won't burden your mind with it. However, he's very perceptive and so if your behaviour changes, be it due to anxiety or a depressive episode, he'll know.

Now, he's not the type of person to try and break down your walls by force, but in situstions like these, where he's not sure how to help, you gotta talk to him and he won't leave you alone until you tell him how he can help.

He's not above carrying you around and doing everything for you until you're embarassed enough to tell him

He is very appreciative of your help around, since the other servants are good at everything but what they're supposed to do.

You with your tough love and Sebastian with his teeth rotting compliments and affection, it'd be honestly really funny to watch. He adores how you show affection, because it's different from most people he's known. But on the other hand, you can't expect him not to spoil you afte all the hard work you do every day?

He would really shower you in love and affection, because you deserve it and because it makes you flustered XD

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler matchups #matchups #requests open #black butler x reader #black butler x y/n #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis x y/n

[chal-lelerc]

ok so like. here’s my harry potter house thing. i’m ngl i tried to do this but then i deleted it bc it was getting too long and i didn’t have the attention span but. it kept sticking in my brain so i decided to pick it back up and as such, i’ve lost the original post but it was a quarantine activity (sort drivers into houses, assign quidditch positions, explain) posted by @verstappened​. houses done first, then positions, then explanations for both. i tried to make feasible teams, i.e making sure there arent too many of a single position per house, so this really screwed some of the sorting but oh well.

i did the houses first, then positions, then explanations in that order for the most part.

5/13/20: the sorting was mostly done before i heard all the differing opinions (of which there were many!)

5/19/20: alright so this is literally like 2 months old but i’ve just finished it lolol

Lewis Hamilton:

Slytherin: THE GLORY MAN. the aloof kind of superiority, confidence, is top dog, he’s simply the pinnacle of it all. kind of lethal and doesn’t do the whole ‘looking up to others’ things (outwardly, but he seems very soft on the inside tbh). very majestic and is almost a gryffindor, the kind of slytherin that Merlin is. hard-working, got here from incredibly humble beginnings, which kind of stands out from the rest, but he’s clearly now at the top level of society. still very protective of Others. scarily ambitious. Was originally a gryffindor but I wanted the brits to be in different houses for their quidditch positions to work. Could honestly go either way though.

Seeker: more glory. periodt. he stays winning and scoring the most points. clutch-man. Speedy boy, kind of in a different world than everyone else when competing (he’s always at the front lifetimes away from everyone else lmao. playing a diff game.)

Valtteri Bottas:

Hufflepuff: HE SEEMS. LIKE. A. BIG. CHILD. always relegated and brushed off but is literally God-Tier and no one can convince me otherwise. i consider him to be rather reliable (reflecting only the 2019 season at least lmao). a bit of a vindictive streak bc he knows what he’s Capable Of even when others underestimate him. has a very bright smile.

Beater: have u seen him. he’s a big boy even though he’s 5′8 and only an inch taller than lando norris he seems bigger than he is ok

Charles Leclerc:

Slytherin: this bitch. what a snake. hiss hiss.

Chaser: he wants what lewis hamilton has but chose the wrong position. still a star in his own right. pride and joy of his house, will be at the lead of every formation play unless told otherwise by his head of house, to which he will brood and complain ab but comply in the end bc he wants Team Success and loyalty to his Family. scores the most points on the team and people act like he carries even though he literally has a partner(s).

ok but fr my gut said charles is a slytherin (do i really need to explain why? very critical, doesn’t accept inferiority, somehow succeeds. just a feeling his brain seems to fit motorsport politics well), but i was seriously contemplating whether he’d be a gryffindor to max’s slytherin instead. but then i saw someone mention the whole lion schtick and i was like for all of max’s brattiness he is Gryffindor so sharl is snake. sorry don’t make the rules just follow them.

further edit: this was written before he started streaming (this is how old this draft is) and can u believe him he’s the epitome of the “not all slytherins r evil wenches” idea

Sebastian Vettel:

Ravenclaw: idk for all of Seb’s goofiness he just seems cerebral to me. Seems to know mildly irrelevant facts and is really quite smart however is hopeless in the modern age. Kind of that wise old(er he’s not that old) man knowledge. I’d trust him to give me all the life advice I need but also to write a 10 page essay on the nuances of the effect of emotion on verbal language (which we all know he is very experienced with).

Keeper: it’s the protective Dad Power.

Max Verstappen:

Gryffindor: WAS REALLY GONNA PUT HIM IN SLYTHERIN BC HE’S A NASTY LIL SHIT. TOTAL BRAT. GIVES FUCK ALL WHAT OTHERS SAY. BUT HE IS LION AND LION IS HE SO GRYFFINDOR IT IS. also just bc he needs to oppose sharl in every way possible it’s called Poetic Cinema. also his driving style is clearly the bravery and confidence to the point of recklessness that is prevalent among gryffindors.

Chaser: again, he must oppose Charles. so, not a seeker although he’s clearly singularly the most prized competitor. just like Charles, pride and joy of house, their star chaser. the comparisons never end. the competition never ends. the fighting never ends. one of the most interesting and dynamic performers to watch, is predictable in that he’s not predictable except that he will always be aggro to the max. will always be in trouble for getting rough bc that’s Not His Job but that’s just the gryffindor disregard for rules. master point scorer.

Alex Albon:

Gryffindor: was really a toss up btwn this and Hufflepuff but the ultimate deciding factor was the fact that I wanted all the British Boys to be seekers. he really just sticks it out as max’s teammate like a real one (nothing against max, everything against Helmet Merco) for the good of the team, still is sweet with max anyway. fitting that they’re in the same house too.

Seeker: he’s not the small boy that lando and lewis are but he is (thai/)British. very special boy (big ups on the promotion even tho it was Sad Times for Pear) deserves very special job. also he has a hot girlfriend (alex albon who i only know lily he’s boy toy) idk how that’s relevant but it seems fitting.

Carlos Sainz:

Ravenclaw: bc he’s a spaniard but is still better at english than Lando (i think everyone is tbh). Seems to be a quiet type of smart, sensible, but perhaps this is just the consequence of being compared to Lanno at all times LMAO (no hate all love bby Lannd). would be the type of ravenclaw to follow his friends on absolutely idiotic ventures but would step in to prevent near death or likely-legal-problem causing actions (and only then; otherwise it’s every man for themselves and everyone is free to make a fool of themselves and break some laws. carlos may dabble in such practices.)

Chaser: seems to be a go-getter, not going for points doesn’t even cross his mind. will always be the one driving up the pitch, the strategist of sorts bc he seems big(ger) brain (than lando lololol).

Edit: I wrote this part ab him long ago but this entire section of this post is now irrelevant and canceled.

Lando Norris:

Hufflepuff: you all know why. zero explanation needed. like, none.

also has a bit of an aggressive streak which tends to catch ppl off guard. is not afraid to confront u (hello pageNO) and at times defies the hufflepuff stereotype of being perpetually happy go-lucky (he has his bad days!). but when with His True Crew he is absolutely a hufflepuff ball of energy.

Seeker: small and speedy. energetic to the max. small. quirky and different from the rest, so he gets the special job. small. everyone would kill to protect him. small.

Daniel Ricciardo:

Gryffindor: AW I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE THAT I PUT HIM AND MAX TOGETHER. LOOK I EVEN MADE THEM BOTH CHASERS. AH HOW BIGBRAIN MY MIND IS. everything ab dan is gold. golden skin, the colors in redbull and renault, his smile, just the vibes. he’s just got the enthusiasm and charisma and this intensity of a gryffindor. super aggressive, his late breaking (from his rbr at least) is legendary and maddening with how he pulls it off. is almost a hufflepuff but the gut said no.

Chaser: is Max’s teammate. so yeah. was obviously the star until younger max came to the show. a bit lost in limbo bc of it but they still work well together.

literally want to make him a hufflepuff so. bad. but i couldn’t split up maxiel. also his vibe is just different from other ‘puffs like stroll so.

Esteban Ocon:

Slytherin: ask max.

Chaser: being characterized off of their relationship with max seems to be a theme here. will go head to head with max w/ absolutely zero shits given. talented, but the rivalry with max is entirely secondary to charles imho. still yet to show his full potential but is still quietly a thorn in max’s side. many are interested to see what he is able to do in the immediate future.

Pierre Gasly:

Hufflepuff: GUYS HE WANTS TO OWN A PANDA

Chaser: constantly trying to prove himself and score big boy points. had a stint as seeker until lando came along. did not do as well as ppl had hoped, returned to chaser and proceeded to crush it from there. praticed a lot with charles as children (the friendship dynamic w/ their houses was definitely unforseen but is amazing).

Daniil Kvyat:

Hufflepuff: really wanted to make him a slytherin but the quidditch positions didn’t work out. firmly believe this works though. more of the rough and tumble type, definitely the kind that will sock u in the nose if u write off hufflepuffs as a joke. could honestly probably be a gryffindor too with how unapologetically aggressive he can be in the name of His Beliefs. gives me big dumb himbo vibes now that i think ab it tbh which is mostly the justification here. also he has a child omg.

Chaser: but the one that’s always headbutting bludgers out of the air (torpedo bitches). also had a stint as seeker before but it Was Not His Thing. he’d much rather be chasing and throwing things than seeking things. also he’s pierre’s mate :,) would’ve been a beater but romain and valtteri will not be anything else so daniil took the boot whoops.

Sergio Perez:

Slytherin: it’s just the vibe. knows his weaknesses and is able to make up for it with his confidence and talent in his strengths. very ambitious, plays the right cards at the right times to get the right results. something ab him puts me on edge, but like in a good way; i feel like there’s always a trump card up his sleeve, like when he gets to q3 out of fucking nowhere in a racing point.

Keeper: he gives me the same vibes as seb idk what it is. very dependable, backbone of his team.

Lance Stroll:

Hufflepuff: guys have u seen the guy. he’s just here to have a good time. may seem a bit airheaded at times but he means well 99% of the time. untapped potential. seems like a no thoughts head empty canadian hockey boy (and every one of these types is a hufflepuff don’t fight it); may or may not be the only accurate description of him.

Chaser: he’s just trying his best out here. i

KEEPER?: SO I DID A QUICK GOOGLE AND HE USED TO BE A HOCKEY

GOALIE?????

so scratch my initial thoughts (tbh i didn’t really know where to put him and i originally had romain as keeper but that’s an issue to fix later on now) BECAUSE LANCE STROLL IS A keeper GOALIE AND NO ONE CAN REFUTE THIS. ABSOLUTELY NO HUMAN OF THIS EARTH. WHAT GLORIOUS INFORMATION TO STUMBLE ACROSS.

Kimi Raikkonen:

Slytherin: guys i really don’t have an in depth analysis of this but i don’t think iceman needs one.

Beater: see above^. y’all must get the vibe.

tbh could also be a keeper tho similar energies to seb and checo, but honestly his no fucks given attitude is ultimately what swayed me

Antonio Giovinazzi:

Gryffindor: he just has that majestic quality (that could also fit a slytherin but i only see red when i see antonio). look at that lion’s mane. also he’s one of kimi’s to paddock friends? seems fitting that he’s a gryffindor to kimi’s slytherin.

Chaser: plays second fiddle to the duo that is max and daniel, often regulated to vibing on the side. but he’s there and he’s important and he has potential (i’ve been seeing ppl talking ab a ferrari move and i’m positively shaken). [edit: again, this post is old.]

im sorry its glaringly obvious idk much about him asdfjasldkd

Kevin Magnussen:

Slytherin: guys lots of these are just self explanatory sorry if i seem like im taking the cheap way out but it’s fact. brundle and crofty call him a great white shark for crying out loud.

Beater: unapologetically chaotic. lurking around the edges making people feel hunted. spends more time playing baseball in the middle of the matches than quidditch and sometimes it backfires but it’s good fun and it sometimes works.

Romain Grosjean:

Hufflepuff: y’all he’s such dad energy and he likes to cook. gets written off a lot but he actually cares (he’s a part of the grand prix drivers assoc.!). he seems so wholesome and he spends time with his kids and their school work when he can do u feel those water drops yeah those r my tears.

Beater: i really wanted to make him a slytherin beater to make him teammates with k-mag but he’s just. not a slytherin. but i kept the beater part. spends the majority of the hufflepuff v. slytherin matches sending bludgers kevin’s way even when he doesn’t mean to. it’s always reciprocated.

George Russell:

Ravenclaw: I’VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN THIS KID. is so marvelously well spoken and he just has such a simple yet effective way with words. he knows what’s reasonable to expect but never fails to expect the most that he can given his circumstances. again, mentioned this before but a lot of it is his accent. the glottal stop is a historically stereotypically rural (i.e. “uneducated”) thing but I’m American and I Don’t Listen to the Rules, so the accent just makes him seem so sophisticated to me especially when he’s saying things like “horriiiiiiiific” and presenting his hefty powerpoints.

Seeker: my British Boys Are Seekers headcanon continues. definitely a Golden Boy of the team kind of guy (hello tragic dumpsterfire that is williams :/ ).

Nicholas Latifi:

Hufflepuff: same boat as lance. his twitch streams are so wholesome he’s just chilling man. twitter made me write him off as daft and unnecessary at first but like fuck twitter i’m all here for ninky latvia now.

Chaser: lowkey gives me keeper vibes as well? the sensible, level-headedness. but obvs that’s lance so chaser it is. still the level-headedness that helps him hold down the fort btwn pierre and daniil who can tend to get a bit imaginative, and also the energies of them + lando.

5/19/20: so it’s quite clear to me that i grew tired of brain functions the more time i took on this and the later ones are a bit lacking and for that i’m very sorry. that being said i’m still happy to see this finished bc the idea was VERY exciting for me.

#max verstappen #charles leclerc #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #f1 #formula one #f1 grid #harry potter grid #finally done folks lordt #was anyone waiting for this idk but it's here #it's also glaringly obvious who i know less about but that too is something that one must excuse #whoops

[mxsinistir]

Dangerous Woman (pt.1)

Pairing: Eurus Holmes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are Jim Moriarty's younger sister, aka the most dangerous women in London, and while on a mission with Sebastian Moran, you're captured by Mycroft and sent to Sherrinford, where you meet the other most dangerous women. This takes place right before The Reichenbach Fall.

Warnings: N/A, maybe language?

This is also on my Quotev w/ the rest of my Eurus one-shots: https://www.quotev.com/story/11117878/Eurus-Holmes-One-Shots/4

       "Sebbyyyyyy," You dragged out your words with a smirk, your arms around the shoulder of the man you were walking with. The sniper rolled his eyes. "I'm bored,"        "We are literally going to kill a Government agent in two minutes," The blond scoffed around the cigarette on cold-chapped his lips. "[y/n], how are you already bored?"

       "Because some MI6 Idiot doesn't interest me," You mused, your voice dipping through a range of strange pitches and octaves. "I have an idea, let's go kill Mycroft Holmes." You clicked your tongue, your lips close to his ears.

       You were odd, to say the least, but just as dangerous as your counterpart. Some days, you were cold and merciless; an ice woman. Times like this, you were childish and irritable. It was a role of the dice, but that wasn't what destroyed those who crossed your path. It was your skill set.

       You had the brains of your dear brother, James Moriarty, as well as his connections. But right now, you were on the way to kill somebody with Sebastian Moran. You didn't need a sniper, nor friends - you were your own asset.

       "We talked about this," Sebastian started. He'd lived with you and Jim ever since the game with Sherlock had started. By now, Sebastian wasn't as easily manipulated. That was good - it was painfully simple when he'd first moved in.

       "Then let's burn him," You sang. Ever since the game had been set afoot, Moriarty was bent on mirroring the Consulting Detective. Himself being Sherlock, obviously, with Sebastian being hired as John. You were (against your will) assigned Mycroft Holmes as your "angelic" counterpart.

       The sibling equal for the other to bounce their plans off of. The fisherman in a sea of goldfish. Seeing straight through the water with the ability to pluck any of them out of the ocean with a flick of a line. Well, that's what Sherlock was supposed to assume.

       Mycroft wasn't really necessary to Sherlock's story, at least not in Jim's eyes. No more so than Molly Hooper or Greg Lestrade. Important and character building, but Jim didn't bother filling his life with mirror images of them. No, you'd only been called back after your brother's little visit to a place called Sherrinford.

       Because you, in your own way, was the secret sister that Sherlock didn't yet realize existed. The clever girl alone on the plane, trying to reach out for an older brother's validation. When you'd first infiltrated the Parliament to work close to the eldest Holmes brother, you'd heard about Sherrinford and Eurus. You'd asked Mycroft, as no one else seemed to know anything more than her name.

       "Run, [Y/N]!" Sebastian's voice slashed through the air, the heavy rooftop wind carrying it through London. Your teeth chattering, your heart pounding. You'd left your sniper and your sniper rifle to be found by Mycroft and his Government. succour that moment, all that mattered to you was making it out alive.

       "That's her," You heard Mycroft's voice sail over the speaker. "Get [Y/n] Moriarty!" And so they did. By the time you'd texted your brother, you were already on your face on the rooftop, being stripped of your belongings - telephone included - and being thrown blindly into the helicopter.

       "Just a simple shot," One of the MI6 men said, putting a needle into the hollow above your collarbone. You weren't sure what it was at first, but you quickly realized that your deductions were becoming fuzzy, and all you remained aware of up until your final consciousness moments was Mycroft Holmes, standing smugly in the corner of the same helicopter, speaking many words - only one that you could fully comprehend.

       Sherrinford.

***

       The floor was cold, the air was cold, you were cold. The white nightdress they'd given you was impractically thin and impossible to warm yourself with. The slippers were plain uncomfortable, but taking them off hadn't helped your temperature by any means.

       "Mycroft," You sang through the glass, drumming your fingertips against the wall madly, "You can't possibly think you'll keep me here for very long, do you?"

       "This isn't just another prison you can walk out of," Mycroft said, sounding awfully proud of himself. "I'm afraid that you'll never see the light of day again, Miss Moriarty." You could only laugh lightly to yourself. Oh, you'd misjudged him; Mycroft really was funny!

       "Yes, I'll send you a postcard from Eastern Europe when I get around to escaping." You mused. Mycroft, despite being obviously unsettled, kept his composure and muttered something to the guards before turning on his heel to leave. "Tell me, Mycroft." You sang, "Does Sherlock know about the dirty little secret you're keeping?"

       Any normal person would turn around, but you should have known that Mycroft wasn't a regular. He'd dealt with taunts before - anyone who worked in Politics would have. So you'd have to try harder, obviously. You sucked in a breath and started to speak in a low whisper that resonates through the cold walls and cold air and turned the ice man's bones crystalline.

       "Oh, I am lost, oh who will find me?" You smirked. He turned, a look of horror struck across his face. "Deep down below that old beach tree. Oh, help succor me-"

       "Stop it!" Mycroft hissed, "Stop it right now!"        

       "Now the east wind blows. Sixteen by six, and under we go." The words fell gracefully off your tongue. Another thing that Eurus had told James when he'd come to Sherrinford in person.

       "You will never meet Eurus Holmes. Never in a million years."        You would have waited that long if you had to.

***

       "Compare us," Eurus whispered to her guard, and like clockwork, he walked out in search of you. You, who Eurus was eager to meet and compare to your elder brother.

       You were brought in wearing a straight jacket, set in the cell across from her, smiling like you had nothing to fear. Because in truth, you didn't. Even if Sebastian was dead or worse, you had others you would run to your beck-and-call. You brother could send them, in fact, he probably had sent out his assassins hours ago to find you.

       "Leave," Eurus said, noticing the barely-noticable look of confusion that struck your face. But your surprise was more obvious when the guards turned on their heel and promptly left you alone.

       Left you alone with the second most dangerous woman in the world.

       "I'm almost disappointed," You clicked your tongue expressively, pulling your arms and joints in all sorts of ways to remove yourself from the straight jacket as you had done a thousand times before. "Your big brother really thought so highly of this place." You pouted.

       "Prisons don't do contain people like us," Eurus said, her voice ethereal upon your ears. "Do they? Not for long and not well."        "Oh, I should hope not," You took a daring them to the glass, stepping a foot past the line, "So why is the genius woman still in her glass bowl made for a goldfish?"

       Eurus smiled, "Put your hand to the glass and find out." You hated orders. Hated them from your brother, from Sebastian. But for Eurus, you would take them with a smile, because the game she was offering to play was simply too fun not to play.

       With a cheeky smile, you stepping right to the glass and outreached your fingers. But instead of glass, you found Eurus' soft, unexposed hands. Your own fingertips must have felt like sandpaper to such uncalloused hands.

       "There's no glass to touch," You said with amazement, "You can walk in and out of here at will and the guards are all too stupidly loyal to stop you."

       "I do better from here," She said, "I can control whoever I want from my little glass cell that Mycroft thinks is so impossible to shatter.

      "Well, then there's no reason for me to stay." You decided, "If I were in the cell across from yours, Jim would really be putting all his eggs in one basket. I, however, prefer to get things done from the outside world." You sang,        

       "[Y/n]!" A voice hissed at the entrance. You turned to see Sebastian walking towards you, disguised as an officer and ready to shoot whoever was in the corridor. He looked stupidly stunned to find that both women were standing casually on either side of the non-existent glass and talking about life.

       "Seb, please don't interrupt me while I'm trying to talk to a clever person." You criticized, and your sniper simply bit his tongue and guarded the door, muttering something into his transceiver about having found you and Eurus.

       "Will you be back?" Eurus asked. You smiled,        

       "Oh, I'm sure." You said, clasping your hands behind your back as you walked towards Sebastian, "Cheerio, Eurus; don't be too bad while I'm gone."

       You weren't quite sure, but as far as you were informed, you were inclined to believe that you'd just found a dangerous new friend.

#sherlock #eurus holmes #eurus x reader #james moriarty #jim moriarty #moriarty #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #sebastian moran #sherlock bcc #sherlockholmes #one-shot #x reader #sherlock imagine #imagine #eurus imagine #holmes imagines

[ohstardust]

Rose Coloured Boy - [5/11]

Summary: Sebastian Stan & Eleanor Egan spent the better part of six years being the European outcasts of Rockland Country Day School. Despite growing through their teens as best friends, college soon broke down their friendship until nothing remained. Ten years later, a turn of events in a city as large as New York City, finds them running in the same social circles once again with nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Pairing: Sebastian Stan x OFC Word Count: 3.8k Masterlist / Story Background / Playlist / AO3  A/N: Sebastian & Eleanor are finally having the reconciliation talk and I’m so here for the angst. Also, I need a Chace-esque friend in my life.  Part 4 // Part 6 

AUGUST 2011 Everything about this situation should have felt far stranger than it did, and considering it did indeed feel rather bizarre, that was really saying something. A mere two weeks had passed since Damon’s birthday, just two weeks since Sebastian had sauntered back into Eleanor’s life, yet here she was, downing Sambuca shots at his birthday function, wondering why on earth she was here at all. As far as she was concerned, she shouldn’t be. Sebastian had been rather insistent though, acting relatively nonchalant about it to his friends, not taking into account how they’d known him far too long, and knew him too well, to let the shrug of his shoulders throw them off the true force of him extending their invites to Eleanor. It was evident it meant a great deal to him for her to be there. But Eleanor wasn’t exactly sure why.

if she was to be honest with herself, seeing him again after all of these years, had sent her head spinning, and she felt more guilty, and terrible, than she had throughout the time following her disappearance. All she wanted to do was have a sit down conversation with him, explain what had happened and try to make him see her teenage motivations, she owed that to the both of them. But she was ashamed, and too tremendously nervous to even approach him, let alone invite him to lunch for a perhaps involuntary walk down memory lane. So, instead of confronting her fears head on, she downed as many shots as possible and took whatever hard spirit she could get her hands on. Eleanor had spent the better part of half an hour trying to casually glance in his direction, aiming to be as discreet as possible which was an utter shit show considering the amount of alcohol she’d knocked back. Her body was loose and her eyes were wandering despite the conversation she was in the middle of with Lisa and Sasha. He looked really well; his face, and body, had slimmed down, his smile was as bright as she’d known it to be, and his confidence had grown a considerable amount since college. But she could still see through the facade he put up as he commandeered a room full of people. She didn’t remember him looking quite as stunning as he did now and that thought haunted her. This was dangerous territory, all things considered. “Earth to Eleanor.” “Shit sorry, Lis, what were you saying?” “I don’t think it matters, it seems you’re far more interested in the birthday boy.” She shrugged her shoulders and grimaced at her friends, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure sure honey,” Lisa smirked over at Sebastian and back to Eleanor, “whatever you say.” “How are you doing after the whole- y’know - situation.” Sasha nervously glanced at her friend, stomach sinking a little when she watched the older woman shift uncomfortably, throwing back another shot and wincing. “If you’re referring to Rhys then I’m feeling pretty dire actually,” she coughed and cleared her throat, her eyes downcast as she fiddled with a charm on her bracelet, the sharp edges pressed into the pads of her fingers for a moment, “I get it, I really do, but it doesn’t hurt any less. Still feel like I’ve been winded.” The thing with Rhys was, he’d been the longest standing boyfriend she’d had to date. It had only been nine months, one month longer than than her last relationship had been, but she connected with him, really connected with him, far more than she had with the others and she felt more heartbroken and cut up than the combination of all her past, failed relationships. I’m twenty-nine years old, she’d cried to Damon last week, is this how it’s always going to be? A short in-between relationship? “When does he leave?” “Tomorrow, he’s catching the four thirty-five pm flight from JFK.” “Are you going to say goodbye?” “We thought it was best not to, everything we had to say has already been said. I’d only say something stupid to stop him leaving anyway, and there’s no use. He needs a new life, not me. I’ve made my peace with that.” “What’s the next step?” “Pay more attention to the relationships I still have, work on the ones that need mending,” she caught Sebastian’s gaze and they raised their glasses in celebration as they exchanged small smiles, “Or I could just get utterly trashed and pass out in the bathroom. I’m good either way.” *-*-*-*-*-* Chace dragged her to brunch a few days after the party. His concern with her break-up was increasing tenfold and, although he didn’t want to push the situation that was surrounding them, regarding their mutual Romanian friend, he figured the older man could pull her out of her sour mood if they were given the chance to hang-out. Besides, he’d missed the other man, months having passed by since they’d been able to catch up properly, without loud thumping music, too many people or a quick phone call. He told himself he wasn’t there just to be the buffer between the two - he wanted to spend time with his friends - he definitely wasn’t using himself as an excuse. Eleanor wasn’t so easily convinced. “You don’t have to hash all this shit out today, okay? I just thought it would be cool for us to hang out together, and maybe you two can talk,” she raised her head to glare at him, a sour expression overtaking her face and took interest in the magazine between her fingers, again, “fine, make small talk then.” “Better bring a knife, ‘cause there’ll be plenty of tension to cut,” she sassed as he plucked the offending article from her hands and flung it on the coffee table. Chace was all too familiar with the stubborn nature of his friend, had been on the receiving end of her foul moods more times than he cares to remember, but he matched her in his persistence and wasn’t likely to take no for an answer from her when he had her best interests at heart. They both loved their friends equally; would bail them out of jail, pay an extortionate ransom  to save their lives, would lie in the gutter with them at four am after a ridiculous night out, would risk themselves for the sake of the others to keep them out of harms way, but beneath it all that, Eleanor & Chace had a special bond, a connection that had them both migrating together and the Brit likes to think he’s the sibling she never had. “Fine, fine. I’m going,” she locked the apartment door behind them and dragged her light denim jacket over her arms, grimacing at the man and pulled her hair loose from her collar. “Stop being a Bitter Betty for two minutes and deal with this, you’ll thank me later.” Small talk with your former best friend is as horrible as it sounds. Fifteen minutes into the relatively stilted conversation, Eleanor debated excusing herself to head to the bathroom to make a hasty escape through the window, but this wasn’t some ridiculous rom-com that would resolve itself after a tongue-in-cheek failed escape and a mildly angsty shouted explanation and apology, this was her life and she knew full well she had to be a woman about this and suck it up, guilt and awkwardness be damned. She was the picture of small smiles and politeness, interjecting in the conversation where necessary, enough to not be considered rude, and hoped it would suffice for the men in her company. Chace wasn’t stupid though, and he wouldn’t allow her to sit there with little engagement, that hadn’t been his plan or what he’d wanted to happen. He began telling silly tales from the past year, all hilarious and mildly embarrassing (mostly on Eleanor’s part) until she began to whine and pout like a child and correct him when his storytelling went intentionally awry. She flung her arm out and smacked his chest, grinning as he barked out a slight winded laugh, “Don’t listen to a word he says, Seb. He doesn’t know his arse from his elbow.” “So I’ve noticed, he’s all talk, isn’t he?” The older of the two men laughed behind his hand, comically whispering loudly to her, glancing over at the Texan who did his best to not appear bemused. And just like that she felt the tension slipping away, almost like he’d been waiting for her to be the one to break the resolve, to slice through the top hardened layers of awkwardness until it hit common ground and lightness. Eleanor snickered and nodded, one elbow bent on the table to prop up her chin and the other hand patting the younger’s bicep, “That’s our Chace.” “He’s a character, that’s for sure.” “Thanks man, knew I could count on you.” “Idiot.” Eleanor stated fondly. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* SEPTEMBER 2011 ‘Hi Sebastian, it’s Eleanor. I hope you don’t mind Chace giving me your number, I just wanted to see if you’d maybe like to meet me for lunch? We have a lot to talk about and I want to try and clear the air between us. I understand if you don’t want to, but please let me know either way.’ The tone of her text message to Sebastian felt so foreign and wrong, it was too formal and uncomfortable to be sending to someone who spent too many years being her best friend, who knew too much of her early life to deal with formalities, but she constantly reminded herself that they weren’t those people anymore, and she had no right to keep a jovial and light tone with him these days. She’d have to earn that again - if he allowed her to that is. She’d busied herself for a few hours, following her sent message, and, for the most part, her apartment was gleaming. Her head was buried in the oven as she worked the scrubbing brush over the appliance, the scratching and scraping of the bristles was almost loud enough to distract her from the ping of her phone, but she’d faintly heard it, the sound echoing louder and louder in her head as she began to think of a hundred things Sebastian could have responded with. And then she began to fuss over the idea that it wasn’t him at all, so she stayed scrubbing for a while longer and hummed along to the radio to block out the noise in her head. Eleanor was borderline embarrassed by her behaviour that afternoon, her lack of being able to remain calm and adult-like within this situation had her scowling at herself in the bathroom mirror in annoyance, “You’re an idiot, Egan, pull yourself together woman.” A steaming mug of tea sat on her coffee table begging to be refilled whilst her phone sat mockingly beside it. She spent a moment or two trying to focus on the television set, and some idle programme that was playing, but it was no use, she needed to rip the band-aid off and deal with whatever fate Sebastian had chosen for them. She tried to carefully pull on the cup despite her slightly shaking hands, hissing as the hot liquid sloshed over the rim and settled on her bare legs, and pulled it to her chest, curling into the arm of the sofa with her phone in her other hand. ‘Hey El. No no it’s fine, lunch sounds good, 1pm tomorrow at The Distillery?’ ’Sounds perfect, see you tomorrow’ “Is this as weird for you as it is for me?” She huffed out a laugh and wiped her palms along the thighs of her jeans, fidgety and anxious and wondering what had possessed her to deem this a good idea. They’d been inside the restaurant for five minutes and she already wanted to bolt, she’d felt that the moment she’d walked through the door and found Sebastian sat at a table, thumbing through his phone with an apprehensive expression. He’d slowly placed it on the tabletop the second he noticed her and slipped her a soft smile that lightly pulled on the corner of his eyes. Sebastian had always been that person to ground her, but he was suddenly making her feel flighty and her stomach churned at the shift of his role. “Well it’s not feeling all too normal for me, so I’m going to say yes.” “I didn’t mean for this to be awkward, I’m sorry.” His tongue wet his lips and he folded his arms to rest on the table, his body arching forward, “It’s not awkward, I’m just still trying to process you being here again.” “I really fucked up.” “You’re telling me,” he huffed out a laugh and shook his head, “for years I wanted an explanation, I mean I still do, of course I do, but I don’t know how much it matters now.” “Please don’t say that,” she weakly pleaded, not prepared for his nonchalance, “of course it still matters, isn’t that why you’re here?” “I guess so.” “Look - Seb- Sebastian - I don’t want you to feel obligated to try with me, I understand if you want nothing to do with me at all, but I’m not willing to walk away from our friends just to make it easy for us. It sounds selfish, I get that, and maybe ten years ago I would have walked away just to avoid conflict, but I’m not that person anymore and it’s important that you know that, I need you to know that it’s not because I don’t care, it’s much the opposite.” “Christ, I don’t feel obligated, Eleanor,” his eyes softened and she felt herself sinking when his hand touched the inner of her elbow to reassure her, stop her from running, “sure- I was surprised when I first saw you, I didn’t think I would again, and I felt conflicted for a bit - it was just unexpected, that’s all. It’s been a really long time and I’d adjusted to life without you. But I’m willing to bet that this isn’t just some coincidence that we’ve crossed paths again, you’ve gotta be here for a reason. I have the chance to know you again, and that means something to me.” “It shouldn’t do, you have every right to hate me, I’m not naive to think otherwise.” “I won’t ever hate you, and y’know that really. I just wanna know why you gave up on me. On us. I just - I want to know what I did wrong, El.” Eleanor all but gasped at his words, they felt like a punch to the stomach and she was momentarily winded, of all the scenarios she’d mulled over, his self-blame was not something she’d contemplated, because she hadn’t blamed him. Not much at least. “It wasn’t - ever - it was never your fault, Seb, not at all. And I didn’t give up on you. It was never like that.” His voice became more frustrated as she skirted the conversation, the lack of answers was starting to wear him down. He lowered his head more to take a good look at her, his eyes sought her out and he wanted her to feel the extent of aggravation because he supposed she did somewhat deserve it. “Then what was it like? One minute my best friend was living in the city, the happiest I think I’d ever seen her, we were still as close as we had ever been - or at least I thought we were - and then the next minute she leaves for England, so closed off that she doesn’t speak to me for almost ten years. There wasn’t any real warning, it was all and then nothing,” he sighed and scrubbed his palm over his face, fingers digging into his closed eyes, “one day I had you and the next I didn’t.” There was a medium pause whilst she collected her words, tried to find the right way to tell him, to make him see her reasoning even if she questioned and doubted it herself, “I’ve thought about it so many times since then and nothing makes sense - at least not properly, and it always sounds so stupid - but it all became too much. Life became too much. Conflicting time zones, missed phone calls, unanswered emails - everything felt different and it felt like the end before I’d even decided to call it quits. There were times when our calls were inconvenient, you were busy with your friends, and I didn’t want to begrudge you that happiness, but it made me miss you more and I felt so lonely being away from you. At one point I didn’t know if I was even going to return, I thought about dropping out of NYU and staying with my family.” “I tried so hard to give you as much of my time as you wanted, I didn’t want you to feel that way.” “I know, and that’s why I don’t want you blaming yourself for any of this, because you’re not at fault. My anxiety just grew worse and I allowed it to get the better of me, I thought too much about how well you were doing with school and it felt inevitable that you’d move on without me sooner or later - it’s unfair to think that of you, trust me I know. I know-knew - you better than that, but that felt feasible at the time. You don’t know how much I’ve agonised over the ever since. But the space felt too much, for the first time in our friendship it felt like hard work and it shouldn’t have done. All I thought was it’s never going to get easier, even when we’re in the same city again. We were too dependent on each other, too close for that to not matter. In some ways it felt like a relationship. I felt like all I’d do was hold you back, you didn’t need to be hanging on, waiting for me to come home, at the time it felt like it was the best course of action for us both. I thought it was what we needed.” “But you didn’t give me that choice, El!” He barked out an exasperated whisper to avoid drawing attention. Sebastian had always had the most expressive eyes of all of the people Eleanor had known, his emotions lay right within them and the look he gave her had her understanding the extent of her selfish actions far better than his words ever could. They’d softened and looked awfully sad, she hadn’t expected him to feel this way after a decade, hadn’t realised she’d meant quite that much to him, or to anyone for that matter. “You should never have taken that choice away from me, you took the one constant thing in my life away from me, that anchor, and I felt like I was floating around, not knowing what the fuck was going on or whether you were okay.” Her voice lowered and cracked, “I know, I had no right.” She couldn’t look at Sebastian, all she felt was shame and embarrassment and hurt, realising that she’d not only hurt herself, but she’d really hurt him too. Her eyes watered and she willed them to clear, she didn’t want to be upset over this in a public place, didn’t want to express this in front of Sebastian, it wasn’t fair on either of them. “I didn’t think it would matter to you as much, but now I know I was wrong.“ She rubbed at her eyes furiously and kept her head lowered. “You couldn’t be more wrong if you tried, draguta. You have no idea how much you mean to me.” Sebastian watched the tears as they pooled in Eleanor’s eyes when she raised her head to gauge his expression, “Mean? As in still do?” Sebastian pulled out his wallet and threw a few notes down on the table between them before looping his arm around her and pulling her out back, behind the restaurant, “Of course you still do, you loser.” Her tears dripped off her chin and her body shook, her emotions had burst out of her and Sebastian could do nothing more than wrap her up in his arms and rub her back soothingly. “Please don’t cry, you’re here, I’m here, we’ll get it right this time,” her head stayed buried in his chest as she tried to calm herself down, so Sebastian ran his fingers through her hair and held her tighter, “just don’t go making my decisions for me, don’t shut me out.” “Promise.” *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* DECEMBER 2011 New Year had always left a sour taste in Eleanor’s mouth (the alcohol), an ache in her bones (the loneliness) and a longing to hold onto a year for a little longer (the need for more time). There was nothing quite like the feeling of leaving good, or bad, memories behind in the yester-year, the nostalgia it left in it’s wake was nauseating and she’d always laughed as she told anyone who would listen about how she’d prefer to sleep from the 30th December to the 2nd of January, just bypass the whole shebang. This year was no different, she still wanted to curl up in her apartment, block out the world and pretend it didn’t exist for those few days, but her re-kindled friendship had put a firm stop to that and he’d insisted their group reconvene for a ‘celebratory piss-up’ (Sebastian’s literal words, they’d caught her by surprise too and she’d been unable to stifle a snorting laugh because maybe he really had spent too many years around her). She was still trying to make amends despite his insistence that he’d more than forgiven her, and if he said jump, she’d willingly ask how high? to appease him as much as possible. That was potentially, or rather most likely, the reason she found herself 4 glasses of wine in with an arm thrown around Sebastian’s shoulder and her other glass filled arm in the air singing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart. It was ridiculous, and hilarious, and reminded her of that New Year of 2001, when they were still students singing along to Billy Joel. Her life had come full circle and right then she couldn’t be anymore thankful for the events that had led to them standing there, a decade later, in a similar, yet wholly different, situation. Life had its funny ways of working. As midnight struck, the pair had embraced each other tightly over a defining cheer of a new year and clinking of glasses, light kisses of forgiveness and new starts were shared between them, and Eleanor had a very good feeling about the year to come for the first time in a while. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Rose Coloured Boy tags: @lovingfionn​, @lowdenglynnstyles, @outofworkactress, @prettyboytgc, @ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes, @kyber-hearts-and-stardust-souls

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[thorne93]

Blessing

Prompt: (2 prompts combined) Imagine your father’s always hated Sebastian but he has allowed you to date him because he doesn’t believe it’s serious. When Sebastian pays him a visit to ask for your hand in marriage, your dad loses it and makes it clear that he’ll never accept that and even makes Sebastian cry. & Imagine having an older brother who hates your boyfriend Sebastian, so when he visits you one morning and finds him there, he assumes he’s sleeping with you now, so your brother threatens him along the lines of “I don’t know what she sees in you but if you ever do anything to hurt my little sister, I will kill you.” (courtesy of @theartofimagining13)

Word Count: 2989

Warnings: angst, verbal arguments, crying, language

Notes: beta’d by the incomparable @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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“I’m so glad you stayed,” you mused as you laid on your bed, in your comfortable spring time pajamas, your hand reaching towards Sebastian, your current boyfriend.

“Me too,” he mused before leaning down to give you a chaste kiss. “I need to start getting ready though so…”

“No, just a little bit longer,” you begged, wanting to stay in bed and cuddle.

“Don’t you have a trial today?”

You groaned, shutting your eyes against the too-bright sunshine that filled the palatial room. “Ugh, please don’t remind me.”

“I have to, I don’t want you getting fired on account of me,” he stated as he got up and started to button his shirt, recalling how much distaste your entire family had for him. It made him nervous that any small slip up or mistake that may occur for you would some how blow back and be his fault.

“You’re right. I’ll jump in the shower.”

“I’ll get the coffee and breakfast going,” he promised sweetly before you rolled out of bed. You went to go around him into the bathroom but he grabbed your wrist and whipped you back into him. “Hey, you can’t just leave me to go get naked and wet without a kiss,” he said mischievously. You crinkled your nose at him before kissing him once, but he wouldn’t let you stop. He planted kiss after kiss on you before you ordered him to stop and let you shower. As you stepped in, he went out the kitchen, ready to fire everything up for breakfast, but a knock interrupted his rummaging.

“Coming!” he called as he made his way over to the door. On the other side was Eric, your older brother, a renowned surgeon. Just like all your family. They were either politicians, doctors, or lawyers. You fell under the lawyer category.  “Oh, hi, Eric,” Sebastian greeted, realizing him being at your home so early sent up red flags. “Y/N is in the shower, so I--”

He quirked an eyebrow up, clad in an expensive suit, his jacket hung over his arm. “So, you’re sleeping over here now? Is that better for your commute?” he asked, abhorrence lacing in his tone as he stepped inside the home.

Sebastian knew what Eric was driving at. “I just stayed the night, Eric, no big deal. She is my girlfriend after all. Six months now,” he reminded as politely as he could.

“She’s an adult, she can make her own decisions,” he remarked with venom. “I just don’t know what it is she sees in you. Where you could possibly help her in life,” he noted, his head cocked to the side as if he were trying to uncover the meaning of a painting.

“Maybe it’s not always about that,” Sebastian suggested in a neutral, non-threatening tone.

“Oh please, it’s always about that,” he answered. “Well I was going to come by for breakfast and wish her luck on the trial, but clearly three is a crowd.”

“I’ll let her know you stopped by,” Seb informed as your older brother made his way back toward the front door.

“If you’re capable,” he said with a snark. Sebastian was about to close the ornate wooden door behind a retreating Eric, but spun and faced him. “I don’t know if this is a phase or what for her, but if you ever do anything to hurt her, I will kill you.”

Sebastian nodded slowly. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he responded with faux kindness.

“I mean it, Stan. At the very least, you’ll never work in this country again,” he vowed, darkness in his voice and eyes.

“I won’t hurt her, Eric,” he promised, seriousness firm in his tone.

“Good. For your sake, I hope you remember that.”

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It’d been two years now since you’d started to date Sebastian, he’d moved in after the first year and things were getting better all the time. He’d bought the ring, he was ready to pop the question, but he was nothing if not traditional. So he stopped by the one place he never thought he would go without you -- your father’s mansion.

With sweaty palms and weak knees, he knocked on the door, to have a maid answer it.

“Oh, hello Mr. Stan,” she greeted.

“Hi Helga. Is Mr. Y/L/N in?”

“In his study. Let me get him,” she offered as she gestured for him to come inside. He stepped into the foyer while she fetched Jack. He returned to see Sebastian alone.

“What are you doing here?” he asked curiously.

“I just need a moment of your time, sir,” he promised quickly, his nerves still alight with fear.

“Make it quick,” he warned, gesturing to the living room for them to go inside the ostentatious living room with warm reds, browns, and golds. They sat across from each other on the brown leather chairs. “Well?” he pressed, making Sebastian jump slightly. “Why are you here without, Y/N?”

“I...I wanted to ask you something,” he stammered, trying to calm his nerves. He knew your father would never respect his question or him if he acted like a bumbling idiot.

“So...ask,” he barked, waiting for him to get to the point, and annoyed that it was taking so long.

Swallowing his fear, he blurted it out. “I wanted to ask for your blessing for your daughter’s hand in marriage. To me. I want to ask her to marry me.”

Jack’s face went from annoyed to outraged. His expression drew grim and disbelieving. “Have you lost your god damn mind?” he demanded in a low tone.

Sebastian shied away from the verbal assault.

“I let you date my daughter because I didn't think this was serious. It worried me when you moved in, but I prayed you would fuck up and she’d see it was just a phase,” he confessed after he stood and began pacing. “But now you have the nerve to come in here and ask me this?”

“It’s just your blessing. Sir, I love your daughter.”

“Dont,” he warned, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t you dare say that to me. You’re not good enough for her. You think you can give her what she needs?”

“She just needs someone to support and love her, sir, I’m confident I can do that,” he stated, his voice surprisingly steady.

“What she needs is someone with a firm, stable career. Steady, good income. Someone that has her best interest at heart. Someone that can propel her career, not making it a laughing stock of the state. You realize she graduated top of her class at Harvard Law, correct?”

Sebastian nodded and in a calm voice, responded, “Yes, sir. And I am impressed and amazed by her all the time.”

“You can’t compete with the men she could really be with. Judges, lawyers, doctors. Men who can help pave the way and ensure she rises to the rank she needs.”

“With all due respect, sir, I think she can do that on her own without any sort of high powered husband. But I do have a lot of money, I can make sure we’re very comfortable--”

A sharp laugh left Jack’s lips. “Hah! You think you can provide what she needs? No. I don’t need money. I need people with networks, connections. She needs connections. What can you give us? A ticket to a movie premiere? A ticket to that filth you work in called entertainment?”

Sebastian’s breaking point was approaching. He was so blinded by hurt and rage, they formed into tears, which he hated, it would be a sign of weakness to your father, the last thing he needed.

“She needs someone who can make her happy and support her. I can do that.”

“You can’t do anything. You can walk out that door, and walk out of her life because I promise you no daughter of mine is marrying some Romanian scum actor,” he vowed, the sheer threat and darkness in his tone enough to break Sebastian. Tears welled in his eyes and silently flowed over.

“Dad?” your voice suddenly sounded from the wide doorway of the living room. Sebastian saw you and wiped his cheeks quickly as your father spun to see you.

“Oh, hi there, angel. I was just telling Sebastian--”

“That he isn’t allowed to marry me?” you questioned, a touch of sorrow in your voice.

Your dad tried no further to hide his intentions. His head dropped and put his hands in his pockets.

“Y/N,” Sebastian started but you kindly interrupted him.

“Sebastian, would you mind waiting outside for me?” you asked, your eyes touching his briefly.

He was going to argue, to say that this was his fight, not yours. He didn’t want to drive a wedge between you and your family. But he knew better than to argue with someone like you, so he nodded and ducked out. You waited for the door to close behind him before speaking.

“Honey,” he began, finally looking at you.

“Dad, can we sit?” you asked, not wanting to hear what he had to say. You sat on the large couch side by side, but turned to face each other. You were mad and hurt, but yelling and acting like an imbecile would get you nowhere. Years of being an attorney with heated trials taught you to keep your cool at the most trying of times.

“I just want what’s best for you,” Jack said, trying to get you to understand, to see his side of things.

You nodded and calmly responded, “I know. I know you do. But...I think as an adult, as a woman, I should be able to tell what’s best for myself.”

Jack saw where you were taking this and tried to thwart it. “I think he’s just a phase. I know you might not see that now, but look down the road at five years, or ten. Where will he be? Acting? Partying? Choosing a young actress to have an affair with just to get his name back in the spotlight again?”

A small smile played at your lips. “Dad...I know when you picture me and Seb together, you imagine me hurting from his failures. From his inability to commit or to have a steady job. Which neither of those are true. I know you want our family to be powerful and strong, I do too. But I don’t think who we know is what makes us strong, it’s our ability to help and love one another.”

Both of you were quiet for a moment as you gathered your thoughts, in the meantime, Eric stepped into the room.

“Dad, I--” He stopped short when he saw you though.

“Eric, could you come back later? Y/N and I are discussing something,” Jack requested.

“No, no, I think he should stay and hear this too,” you suggested, eyeing your older brother. He gave you a curious look but sat down. “It appears, Sebastian came by to ask for my hand in marriage, to which Dad declined,” you stated, catching Eric up.

“He did what?” Eric demanded in a deadpan, his blood pressure rising. You held up your hand to keep him from flying off the handle. “Y/N, he’s flighty, and loose, and an actor. They don’t take anything seriously!” he insisted.

You gave him a soft, warning look. “Both of you are wrong about him. I know you wouldn’t know because you don’t spend much time around him, you haven’t given him the chance to prove himself. But I know what he’s done for me in just two years. He greets me with coffee when I’ve had long nights going over witness testimonies. He makes me breakfast on days he knows I shouldn’t be working on an empty stomach. He sends flowers when he knows my day was rough. He has dinner brought to us so I can work all night and he can help in any way he can.” They were silent at this information, letting it sink in. “He may never be quite as serious as us, but he is down to earth. He doesn’t spend money like it’s going out of style. He makes decisions wisely and we do most of them together. He may never practice law, or perform open heart surgery, but he creates things people enjoy seeing, watching, hearing. He makes me happy, he supports my career, he knows how hard I’ve worked to get it and how hard I’m working now to make it better. He’s never stood in the way of my progress or happiness, if he’s done anything to it, he’s moved it along. When I feel defeated or like giving up, he helps. My point is...he makes me happy. Dad, Mom makes you happy.”

Jack nodded, not meeting your eyes.

“And Eric, you love Carol to the moon and back,” you reminded, turning to him. “Now, take away the status, money, power...take all of that away. You’d still love them, right?”

Both of them nodded.

“See? The status doesn’t matter to me, if he doesn’t make me happy. Life is too short to go through it being with someone that doesn’t make me blissfully happy. When I was a little girl, I didn’t dream of marrying someone with power or status. Who they knew or how I could get their connections. I just wanted someone who would make me happy and love me. I know both of you think it’s still a mistake, that for some reason he’ll cheat, or leave, or break my heart, but you know what? If he does? It’s my business, my problem. Doesn’t matter if it’s Sebastian or the Duke of York. If a man breaks my heart, it’s mine to bear. I’m an adult, and if I make a mistake, then I say I’m old enough to do that, don’t you?” you softly questioned.

A meek nod came from both of them.

“I know you’re just looking out for me. I know you love me. I know you want the best for me, but...Sebastian is the best for me. I want to excel at my career because I’m good at it, Dad, not because I married the next Mr. Vice President. I just want a man to love me, be happy with me, and raise a good family with. Is that so much to ask?”

They shook their heads.

“No, I suppose not,” Jack acquiesced, a little begrudgingly.

“So...Do we have your blessing to live happily together?” you asked, prompting for an answer.

“I suppose, as long as he’s the man you want to marry, the man you’ve always wanted, then...you have my blessing,” your father granted, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Thank you,” you quietly said as you leaned forward and hugged him. When you let go, you turned to your older brother. “Eric? Are you okay with this?”

“I just want you to be happy, sis.”

“I am,” you promised with a sincere grin.

“Then I’m happy for you,” he said before you two hugged as well.

“Well, I guess I should tell him he isn’t wanted for dead,” you informed, getting up.

Jack stood and held a hand up. “Allow me. I owe that young man an apology and a proper blessing.”

You smiled at him and followed him to the front door where Sebastian was nervously wringing his hands outside on the wide porch.

“Uh, Sebastian,” Jack said, calling your boyfriend’s attention, the first time he’d ever used his first name. “Could you come in here?”

Sebastian gave you a curious look but headed inside with all of you to the open foyer, where you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers through it for support. Sebastian looked like he wanted to speak, but bit his tongue.

“I need to apologize to you,” Jack said, and you could tell he was struggling to get those words out.

Your boyfriend glanced to you quickly before looking back at your brother and father.

“So, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said the things I said to you today, or any of the times I was rude to you before now. You didn’t deserve the treatment I gave you, not when you treat my daughter as well as you do. For that, I’m truly sorry.”

Sebastian took in a breath of air, shocked. “Uh, I...I accept your apology, sir.” You grinned at him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“And, as far as the engagement goes, you have my unrelenting blessing to ask for her hand in marriage,” he promised, bowing slightly.

“Oh, wow, thank you so much, sir,” Sebastian said, extending his hand to shake your father’s hand. Your father took it graciously, smiled at Sebastian, and gave it a firm shake.

“You be good to her,” he lightly warned, with a finger point. “I’m counting on her word that you’re as good as she says you are.”

“I won’t let you down,” he promised.

“Come on, Eric, let’s leave these two alone,” Jack said as he passed you two with a wink and kiss on your cheek. After the two of them left, Sebastian looked at you in utter amazement.

“How...how in the hell did you manage all of that?” he questioned.

You gave an impish grin. “I just put in a good word for you.”

“I don’t know what you said to them, but you are one hell of a lawyer,” Sebastian said with a grin.

“Thank you. Were you going to ask me something?” you urged.

“When the time is right. Now that your family doesn’t want to have a hitman take me out, I may have to change my proposal plans,” he informed.

“Oh yeah?” you asked before you threw your arms on his shoulders and kissed him sweetly, looking forward to this future with him.

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