#also this was back in chapter 3 so let it be known that seb is now taller than this😤the top of cloras head JUST reaches sebs mouth now

[choccy-milky]

seb showing off his and MC's height diff 📏😊 (scene from chapter 3 of my fic that i drew a long time ago, but had to redraw because i've improved so much and wanted to do it justice lol. seriously the old one is SO BAD💀)

#just looking at the old one and sebs face gives me full body chills bruh i was fighting for my LIFE trying to draw this boy #also this was back in chapter 3 so let it be known that seb is now taller than this😤the top of cloras head JUST reaches sebs mouth now #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #hogwarts legacy fanart #choccyart

[writingshushf1]

Lover - chapter 3

Summary: the next 4 minutes have decided your whole life.  

Rating: +16

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, intimacy (but not sex)

Word count: 3.5k

Note:  hey! sorry for not updating, I moved, uni started so I was basically studying, eating and sleeping, now that I adjusted into my routine- IT’S BACKKK! i hope yall enjoy it! don’t be a ghost reader! (also available on AO3.)

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(BEGINNING OF) JULY, 2024.

It’s been 6 weeks that you and Mick haven’t seen each other, it was the start of the break of the season, so he would be around a month with you. It meant you could actually talk to him about what happened between you two. That week, you scheduled a doctor’s appointment to know the sex of the baby, so then you would transform your office into a nursery.

The german would be back in a tuesday, so you made sure your appointment was going to be after that, to at least give the chance of him deciding whether he wanted or not to be in. It was a week after the ideal time to see the gender? Yes, but you didn’t actually care, probably on the last ultrasound, the doctor saw it’s sex, but you told him you didn’t want to know yet, because you were waiting for your friend to be back from his work trip and he was one of the most important people in your life. Seb also came to Monaco with Hanna, both of them wanted to be there for you, like your parental figure and you loved the idea, Mick even offered his spare room so they wouldn’t need to go to a hotel.

After a few hours on Tuesday, he messaged you after arriving at his apartment, although you wanted him to invite you, maybe it wasn’t the moment yet, to see him and act like nothing happened. You were working, thank God they still wanted you - at least until the baby was born, so all the paperwork you were avoiding last week now needed to be sent and approved by your boss. Everything was making you stressed, so you stopped for a while and layed on your bed, putting your hands on your bump and feeling little movements, still very subtle, if you weren’t alone, you wouldn’t be able to feel it; in two weeks others would be able to feel them kicking, because it would be stronger. Out of the blue, you heard your phone ringing, so you picked up to see Mick’s number.

“Hi…” You said softly.

“Hey… I… Can you come over? I’m feeling a bit lonely and Seb will arrive in the middle of the night, so I would love to have someone keeping me up.”

“Why will he arrive in the middle of the night and not during the morning?”

“Oh, the flight had problems, so they cancelled it and got an earlier flight, because the other available he wouldn’t be able to arrive on time for the appointment.”

“I’m going, give me 5 minutes.”

When you arrived, the door was already open and an anxious Mick was waiting for you, he looked at your belly, impressed by how big it was and then at your boobs, blatantly staring at them until you were too close for him to disguise. He hugged you gently, kissing your forehead.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

You looked at each other for a few seconds before getting in and sitting on the sofa together. He let you lay your head on his lap, while you stayed in silence for a couple of minutes and the sound of the tv filled the space.

“Your bump is so big.”

“I know, right? 22 weeks.”

“Already? God, we’ve known each other for that long?”

“15 weeks, which would be almost four months, yeah.”

“I don’t know, it looks like we’ve always known each other.”

“Yeah… I don’t know, Micki, maybe we just clicked.”

You turned on your side, watching the random tv show, you felt his hands run through your scalp, caressing it; the affection was making you sleepy, even starting to softly snore. You heard him laughing at you.

“Sorry, I’m always tired and every chance I get to nap, I’ll do it.”

“It’s okay… I know you get tired because of the baby, but it was a bit funny that you just fell asleep within minutes.”

You laughed and looked at him again, sitting up dangerously close to him. One of Mick’s arms was around your waist, while the other was on top of his leg, almost on yours; slowly your hands were up his chest, with your face almost touching each other. You shouldn’t be doing this, it wasn’t the time, on the other hand, he was there for you, always. When you were about to kiss, his alarm rang, so you backed off from one another and he saw the time.

“We should get going to the airport, Seb and Hanna will arrive soon.” He said, getting up.

Frustration ran through your body, but you ignored, also getting up and walking behind him towards the garage from the building. You were feeling cold because you forgot your coat at your house, because when Mick messaged you, the last thought was going to get something to make you warm, he normally did that. The blonde noticed you shivering - even if it was summer, Monaco at night could be chilly, seconds later he was giving his coat to you and you felt drunk with his perfume exhaling from the jacket.

The ride till the airport was nice, mostly quiet, a consequence from your actions earlier - and you were napping for a part of it. He woke you up by lightly tapping on your shoulder, which initially you turned your body to the other side, then he tapped again, starting to talk about how you two would be late to see Sebastian, that made you wake up instantly. You waited for an hour till they arrived, the couple looking very tired, but that didn’t stop them from hugging both of you.

“Your bump is so big, honey!” Hanna said, touching it. “You said it was 22 weeks, right? Wow.” She smiled. “I know you weren’t into it in the beginning, but you do look beautiful, the pregnancy glow is working very well for you.”

“Right? The only thing I have to do regularly is to put lotion on my bump because it’s growing too fast and it’s stretching the skin.”

“That’s normal, I’ve been there three times.”

“Let’s go, girls?” Seb intervened. “I’m very tired and you two must be too.”

The ride to Schumacher’s apartment was silent, you let Sebastian sit on the passenger seat, so you and Hanna were in the back. Most of the trip you were sleeping, so was the blonde woman. Mick felt bad to wake you up, because he knew you waited on your feet for the German couple, so he took you into his arms and left you in his bed, taking off your shoes and the jacket, covering your body with a blanket before he showed the others where they would be staying. After they were settled, he put his pyjama - which consisted in only wearing boxer shorts, and laid next to you, however, he didn’t touched your body, seeing that your bump was big and he was afraid of hurting it; although, a few minutes later you were somewhat hugging his body as a result of not having your pregnancy pillow with you; the blonde liked that and tried to stay in the same position to not bother you.

It was 9am and you were up, in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone. Schumacher smelled the pancakes and walked in, still with his sleepy face.

“Good morning…” He smiled, putting his hands on your waist, laying his head on your shoulder. “Do you need any help?”

“Uhm… Yeah, wash the fruits, get the syrup and the honey, make the table…” You said, flipping a pancake.

“Ok. Coffee, tea and juice?”

“Yeah.”

You two were doing the breakfast when the German couple walked in, looking Mick and you together, talking and cooking together.

“They look like us when we were younger.” Hanna whispered.

“Yeah, they do.” Seb kissed his wife's forehead. “They look good together.”

Then you noticed their presence, blushing a little and pretending they didn’t see how you two were acting to each other. The four of you sat down to eat. Mick and Sebastian were talking while you concentrated on eating, considering you were doing that for two instead of one.

….................................................

It was the time for the ultrasound and you were there waiting with the other three for the doctor to start.

“Do you have any guesses on the baby’s sex?” The doctor asked.

“No. Not at all, I don’t think I’ve ever thought about that, being completely honest.” You said, looking at Mick, hoping he would say something.

“No one else?”

“I think it’s going to be a girl.” Seb said to support you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Maybe a boy.” Hanna added.

“Let’s see if the… The patient's parents are right.”

Vettel didn’t correct the doctor, even though you weren’t father-daughter, he knew you would need some figure to be there and you internally thanked him for that. You couldn’t pay attention on the images, because all that was passing through your head was the image of a happy family, where Sebastian and Hanna were the future grandparents - or almost that, waiting for the result, while the dad of this kid was also there to be by your side, which it would be Mick. You noticed that the younger blonde was squeezing his hands together like he was holding himself from being closer to you.

Schumacher’s head was restless, all of his thoughts were running around at once, making him distracted from what was happening during the appointment. Fidgeting his hands to not get closer, looking around to not get nervous and if someone entered the room, they would’ve bet he was the father just from his actions.

“So…” The deep voice from the doctor awakened Mick from his trance. “It’s a girl! Congrats.”

“I knew it!” Vettel smiled, kissing your head. “You need to think about names! I had an idea for her room.”

"You always knows! It's not fair." You said to him. Vettel had guessed all of his kids when Hanna was pregnant.

“Congrats, schatz!” Hanna also walked to be by your side.

The younger German smiled, secretly holding your hand. “I would love to see a mini you running around.” He whispered.

Later that night, you and Hanna were making dinner while the boys were adjusting the nursery for the baby. You often walked there, to see them dirty with paint, talking in German and laughing. This was a night that you never thought would happen. On the other hand, you were so happy that it was, having them being there for you when you need the most, being this “non” conventional family that it’s better than you’ve ever asked for. When dinner was ready they changed their outfits to not stain the house with the paint. The four of you sat on the table, mostly filling the silence with small talks while you appreciated the delicious lasagna that Hanna made.

“I thought about a name…” You said, having the three pairs of eyes on you after that.

“Do tell!” Mick looked at you, curious.

“Okay… I liked the name Sophia. Is it a common name? Yes, but it’s pretty…” You took a sip of your juice.

“It’s a beautiful name.” Sebastian smiled.

“I think this should be the one.” Hanna completed.

“You sure?”

“Of course! It’s beautiful and… It's just… Clicks, you know?” Schumacher looked at you, his piercing blue eyes could see you through.

After the dinner, the boys offered to clean the kitchen, so you two went to the balcony to relax, no conversation needed. You loved that, the fact that Hanna became your second mom and was supporting you in this journey, the way she knows you to the core and tries to be a sort of grandma/auntie to the baby - now with a name to call, Sophia, that would probably get called Sophie as a nickname. She looked at you sometimes, smiling and taking a sip from her drink, maybe she was proud of you.

An hour later, you were back to Mick’s apartment since the German couple was staying there and you were asleep in no time again, but this time in his room. Sebastian and Hanna were in the spare bedroom, getting ready to sleep and the younger blonde? On his balcony, making a phone call.

“Mama. Hey.” He smiled. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, lieb.”

“Seb and Hanna are here! I think you knew, right?”

“Yes, of course! How are things going? Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine! Really good time.” He looked at the streets, emptier than usual.

“And your friend? Does she know the sex of the baby?”

“It’s a girl… Seb somehow got it right.”

“Oh! Say that I’m happy for her.” She laughed. “He always does, Mickey.”

“Yeah… It’s going to be Sophia.” His tone was vague, like he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation.

“You want to talk about something, don’t you?” She knew him all too well. “When you’re not focused that means you want to talk about something.”

“Well… I’m in love with her.” He confessed, sighing out loud, which called Vettel’s attention while he was going to grab a bottle of water, then he stayed to see what Mick was saying. “But she’s…”

“Pregnant with someone else’s child. Yeah, schatz, it’s somewhat complicated, but not the worst.” She said “You should follow your heart, okay? Your dad would say that to you too.”

“I know, mama, I know.” He sniffled. “It’s hard, people judging that I’m taking a big responsibility into the growth of my career.”

“It is hard, it’s a child that we’re talking about and you're young, however… You should do whatever feels best to both of you, or better… The three of you.”

“I’ll, I promise.”

“And remember what your papa always said, private is private.”

“Yes, you know I follow this as much as I can.”

“By the way, come to visit us! I’m missing my baby boy.” She laughed and so did he. “And bring the girl, I wanna meet her. To see if she’s worth it.”

“Mama!”

“Just to make sure, sohn.”

“Okay. Danke, Mama.'' He smiled. “See you soon.”

Then Sebastian appeared on the balcony, scaring Mick.

“Sorry, I heard a part of your phone call with your mom, I know I shouldn’t have done it.”

“It’s okay, really… I would love an uncle Seb moment right now.”

The older German hugged him, running his fingers through the youngest’s hair while he breathed calmly, enjoying the comfort.

“It still hurts a little when she mentions dad.”

“Oh, liebling, it must suck sometimes… But she knows about things, that’s why she says it.”

“I know, I know.” He looked at his mentor. “Changing the subject before I start to cry… Mom said I should go and see them and bring… You know who, with me.”

“Really? Did Corinna listen to me? I’m flattered.” He chuckled.

“You gave the idea to her?”

“Maybe I did.” Vettel's unforgettable cocky smile was appearing.

“Why?”

“You admitted to her and yourself. You’re in love. You want her to be part of your family, then why not introduce her to them?”

“What if they don’t like her?”

“They will, I know they’ll.”

“But if she doesn’t want to go?”

“I’m sure she does want to meet your family because it is an important thing for you and she would do everything for your happiness.”

“And I would do the same for her.”

“See? You’re on the same page, but refuse to admit that to each other!”

“It’s because of the baby.”

“I know, on the other hand, does it really matter? She won’t go to the father of Sophie for anything, that means she’s single and obviously wants you. Maybe if you do think it’s better and can handle it, you can wait till the baby is born to start something and if you won’t go to try something, both of you will regret that.”

“I know… I hate that I know all of this but the courage doesn’t seem to get into my head.”

“It’s okay, you can go slowly, but always make sure to have conversation, that’s the most important thing you could ever have.”

“Thank you, Seb.” He breathed out, like a heavy weight was lifted off from his shoulders. “I needed a sign to come back to reality.”

“I will always help you and try to guide you to the best decisions.”

“That’s what a mentor does!”

They chuckled and walked to their respective bedrooms. Meanwhile, you woke up from the noise that Mick made when he entered the room, sitting on the bed and waiting for him to get into his pyjamas and lay on the bed.

“Sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s okay…” You felt the baby move. “Actually, do you want to try to feel the baby moving?”

“Oh.” He was taken by surprise with your idea. “Yes, totally. Can I feel it, already?”

“You? Barely, I can feel it more, however, we can put our hands on my bump and wait. Also we can talk to her in hopes that she will move to the sound of our voices.”

He sat behind you, letting your back against his chest and laying his hands on the top of your belly after you rolled your shirt enough to show the bump.

“From which week can I feel it? Like, actually feel it?”

“Week 24. In two weeks.”

“Wow, it’s close.”

“Yeah.”

Both of you set your hands on your bump, slowly caressing and talking in a lower and softer spoken tone, so that the baby could listen - from this week, the baby can hear the parent’s voice. It was an intimate moment that would never do with him unless both of you were deeply in love. That was showing to Mick more obvious signs that both were on the same page, which let him be more sure of what he was going to ask next.

“Go to Switzerland with me. Let’s spend a week or so there, meet my family, spend time together where there won't be any cameras or people surrounding us with questions.”

You stayed quiet for a while, it was a big information to deal with.

“So…?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure… I was just concentrating on Sophie.” Then she moved abruptly. “Wow, that was a big move, little girl, too early for that.”

“Maybe she agrees with my offer.”

“Shut up, Mick.” You laughed, moving his hands around for him to feel it still moving.

….........................................................

During the morning, Sebastian woke you up to go shopping for the baby nursery related things, he was more excited than you were, which was the cutest thing to watch. You two were walking down the store hall, looking through cribs.

“You’re going to be her godfather, right? And Hanna, her godmother.”

“Is this a request or an order?”

“Both?”

He laughed, getting closer and stopping at a colourful crib and looking at it.

“I will.” He smiled. “Everything for you.”

“Good! Maybe she’ll call you Opa.”

“I’ll love that.”

You kept looking at things for the whole morning, buying a crib, outfits, decoration, more paint and some cloth diapers. The choice for the style of the room was rainbows, sunshine and rain, like summer. Mick and Hanna got scared on how many things you have bought for the room, they didn’t let you do any effort, just sit and see the room gaining life. When the room was finished it made you cry, it was beautiful, the love put on that little room was overbearing.

“We should put paint in our hands and put it on the front of the door.” You said. “I want this memory to be part of Sophie’s life.”

You had five different paint colours, so everyone could have one. You chose purple, Mick chose red, Sebastian chose green and Hanna chose yellow, probably in the future you would do her hand in blue.

“When it dries, I will write our names below.”

Later that day, you and Mick took the German couple back to the airport, they needed to be back at home for the kids. You cried again, because you weren’t going to see them anytime soon, so the moment was emotional.

The ride back was silent, none of you wanted to say a word, however, it was okay, the silence was comfortable. You went to his apartment, the paint was still wet and the smell made you feel a bit sick, so of course he would let you crash at his place for the night. Both of you sat on the sofa, now alone, no conversations going around, just you.

“We need to talk.” Schumacher said, fidgeting with his hands.

“We do.”

“Can I start?”

“Sure.”

“So…” He sighed. “My feelings lately have been bothering me, because they’re too much. When I met you, I thought I had a new friend that found out that was pregnant and I would be the annoying uncle… However, things haven’t worked well. I developed feelings, big ones and I tried to suppress them, because Sophia is someone else’s and I couldn’t take this place and you were… And is currently overwhelmed by everything changing so fast. But we kissed, made out and it felt amazing. I was caught up in this, Max even mocked me for it. And again, we set it out as a friendship, when we clearly are more than this. We sleep on the same bed, cuddle, you put my hands into your bump to feel her. I am confused about everything, because… I want to be yours, but I know that maybe you won’t be ready for it.”

You stood there, his words were like a sharp knife cutting into your chest, you didn’t know how hurt he was. He breathed out, chuckling and sobbing at the same time, looking down.

“You don’t feel the same, right?”

That took you out of your trance.

“Hey! Hey! Calm down… I disassociated, this was a big confession…” You held his face. “I have one to make it too.”

“Please, say it.”

“I also feel the same. It’s more than a friendship. I didn’t want to drag you with me because I knew that you would go all down for being a father figure and I don’t want that. You have a bright future and it’s too early for that, especially when you’re not the biological dad.” You felt tears falling off your face. “And what will people say about you? I’m worried about that too.”

“I don’t care about them, schatz.”

“But I do.” He wiped your tears off. “I like you and want what’s best for you only.”

“The best for me is to be with you, if you want to.”

It took you a few seconds to answer him.

“I do.” Both of you breathed out at the same time, like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. “We can go slowly, only making it official after Sophie’s birth, okay? Avoid telling anyone other than our family and closest friends. Right now, we don’t have an official label, we’re getting to know each other, is that good for you?”

“If this means that I can kiss you, I’m fine with it.”

He got closer to you, closing the gap between your lips; the kiss was salty due to the tears that fell from your face, it was slow and tender, like he was afraid to step in too much.

“We could take a shower together.” You suggested.

“For someone that wants to take it slowly, this is…”

“It’s not sexual! Oh God, you’re so horny.”

“Always, babe, always.”

You laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“It’s to create a bond, intimacy between us. When I’m in labour, you will see my body, so you should get used to it. Probably you will help me to shower and I’ll always be messy in the postpartum period, those times will be the hardest and it will probably be after the season is over, so you will be home to experience everything.”

“Okay… Let’s go then.”

You got your pyjamas and towels, going to the big bathroom. The undressing was awkward, none of you wanted to stare at the other, like it was a crime to do it. He turned on the shower, walking in with you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He hugged you from behind, bringing your body into the hot water. “Let me take care of you.”

Then he took the shampoo, putting on your hair and massaging the scalp slowly, leaving a trail of kisses in your shoulder. After he washed out, Mick put conditioner on your hair, carefully passing through your strands, while you relaxed with the attention. Soon, he grabbed the washcloth, putting the soap on it and passed through your bump, then shoulders, back, and legs, not getting close into parts of your body he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch.After the relaxing shower, when you were just wearing panties, he walked with you to the front of the mirror, grabbing a moisturiser and staying behind you.

“I remember you talking with Hanna, about having to put lotion because the skin is stretching.” He put the mixture into his palms, soon with them in your belly, moving around carefully. “I researched about it. Looked some tips and bought this one for you, it said it could help with it.”

“Oh...” Your heart melted with his softness. “Thank you, Schumi.”

“No need to thank me, it’s a treat for you that I’ve been saving it.”

Later, both of you were laying on his bed, cuddling while watching a movie, when he broke the silence.

“So… Are we going to Switzerland then?”

“Of course. I know how important it is to you.”

“Then I’ll get everything ready for us.”

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher fanfiction #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher fluff #f1 fanfiction #f1 imagine #f1 x you

[ksfoxwald]

Fire and Hemlock Readalong: Part 3 Chapter 4

There's a LOT of ground to cover here, so let's go!

Polly returns home to Granny, who calls Ivy out on her bullshit. Children don't have a lot of context for the way adults act, but we're seeing with the quartet and now with Granny that there are now adults saying that the way Ivy treats Polly is not okay, and that starts to make it more real.

Granny decides that she is going to get custody of Polly in a decidedly "warlike" manner - so we have another female hero in some ways, another way of women to be powerful besides imitating men (Hero) or using sex to control men (Laurel).

We also see the return of Seb, this time with a camera. Polly already has two significant photos from the House, and Seb's may or may not be considered a third. Laurel, it seems, prefers music but does like the arts in general, as several of her other conquests have been photographers, though whether Seb is aware of this is unknown.

Photography is an interesting motif because it's a way of capturing an image that is supposedly true, but as we've seen with the shifting nature of the Fire and Hemlock photo, that is not always the case. It's another blurring of real/unreal like Nowhere.

Granny, strangely, encourages Seb's crush on Polly, though Polly herself is dubious, at first not realizing what Seb wants and then feeling uncomfortable about it. Perhaps Granny is compensating for her earlier hostility toward Tom. Or perhaps she sees him as less threatening because he's closer in age to Polly, but he's like sixteen to Polly's twelve, which is still highly questionable. In fact, when Polly finally does manage to tell him off, that's exactly what she says. "Go away and don't come back for a year! I'm too young!"

At school Polly performs in Twelfth Night, another classic crossdressing story, and Nina is going through an activist phase like any good queerling. It's a bit heroic of her, honestly, and yet another way she parallels Polly. The girls also manage to meet Leslie at Town Hall as they had arranged earlier, and though we don't learn much, we do establish that he and Seb know each other and that he has a "broken home of some kind." I guess your dad pretending that your mom is actually his sister in order to hide from a Faerie Queen can be considered a broken home.

Meanwhile, Polly finally manages to compose her Epic Novel about Nowhere. Interestingly we do get a mention of a bit where "Hero herself became a king's daughter who had to run away from home because of the machinations of her beautiful but evil girl-cousin," a trope which I earlier noted seemed conspicuously absent but fits with her unconscious dismissal of women as heroes. The whole novel is very tropey, because she is fourteen. Tom's response is the iconic:

Sentimental drivel.

In a way this is also one of the pictures from the House coming true. One of the rejected pictures was of a knight praying at an altar; Polly suggests he might be a trainee-hero, and Tom says it's "soppy." In any case, we've known Tom has Opinions on this sort of thing since the beginning.

The scene we get as an example is of Tan Coul getting wounded in the shoulder, and Hero having to dress the wound, while admiring the "smooth, powerful muscles rippling under the silken skin of his back."

Polly's latent sexuality is emerging in this scene, though she's still only comfortable expressing it in her imagination and not in reality; Her reaction to Seb kissing her is "What a funny thing to do! What do people see in it?"

But every teenager knows that there is a huge difference between a hurt/comfort fic starring your self-insert OC and a clumsy teen boy who, as Granny puts it "When he's noticed there are other people in the world besides himself, there might be no harm in Master Sebastian."

Polly is furious at Tom, demanding an explanation, so he sends her a very vivid description of normal human backs by way of Sam. But it's not until Polly goes and talks with Ivy, who has a new lodger and blames Polly for all her problems, that she realizes "there were ways of thought that were quite unreal, and the same ways went on being unreal even in the hero business."

This is a very fundamental part of Diana's writing. In her essay "Two Kinds of Writing" she describes part of her process as being "Now what would really happen [to these real people] in this situation?" (the situation being crashing a spaceship in an alternate world in order to seduce ascetic monks, because of course it is. Go read A Sudden Wild Magic if you can get your hands on it, it's bonkers even by DWJ standards).

But this also reminds me of current Discourse in fantasy circles about "realism," because it usually comes down to "it's not realistic for people to be brown or queer in a medeivalesque setting" vs. "if you can accept dragons why not queer people or people of color?", I haven't seen much talk on defining what "realism" means for fantasy, and what purpose it serves. Because fantasy is about making up situations, but the people should still behave like people, and that means there will be queer people and people of color and people with a variety of backs that most definitely do not look like silk.

Tom, of course, has an agenda here, because the things they make up work better when they are rooted in reality. Their magic is in many ways a metaphor for the creative process (see also Diana's novel Hexwood, which is in many ways a metaphor for the editing process) as well.

Perhaps seeing Polly with the quartet also reframed Tom's concept of their relationship, because he's pulling away again. He does not come to Twelfth Night - which is ultimately a romance - but he does come to Sports Day, which is part of Polly's hero training and thus puts her back in the safely nonsexual category of "boy/child assistant." Still, he does not stay and talk, leaving only a postcard with a drawing of himself as a kangaroo before the quartet sets off on a tour of Australia.

"He thinks I'm just a child!" Polly said angrily. "Well you are," said Granny.

Polly seems to have forgotten her "I'm too young!" to Seb; or perhaps does not see any connection to her relationship with Tom; or perhaps is simply experiencing the Nowhere state of being a teenager as constantly too-young and too-old all at the same time.

#fh readalong #fire and hemlock #dwj

[skitskatdacat63]

[LOUD EXPLOSION SOUNDS] hi how do i give you my firstborn. your art of nayq seb is INCREDIBLE. THANK YOU SO MUCH? ‼️⁉️ i'm literally shaking like..... what the fuck....... you were inspired enough by my word vomit to create ART??????? actual living legend. i cannot thank you enough ! !

can i add a link to your post in the fic? jumping around the room like i need to show Everybody i've ever known that nayq seb exists visually rn jdknfkjdnfjkgn but also i understand if you don't want to bc of privacy reasons and whatnot!

many many thanks again 🖤🙏

-user mwebber

AAAAAAAHHHHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 YOUR TAGS ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I SWEAR IM GONNA LIKE PRINT THEM OUT!!!!!! TY FOR ALL THE COMPLIMENTS 🥹🥹🥹🥹

I'm glad you liked the little Chapter 2 sweater Seb!! That was the last thing I drew, because I couldn't stop thinking about him in Mark's oversized sweater(also conveniently hiding the plaid I didn't wanna draw again), and of course I had to add cat ears 🤭 It's fun to draw the chibis because I scribble that kind of thing every day so I dont have to think too much lolol, I wish I could've drawn more little direct references!

I couldn't help but have Seb show a little bit of midriff in the Chp 1 drawing, this is incredibly specific but, there's that vid of him from Australia 2011 with the sheep, right? And when he's bending over, his shirt is riding up and the top of his boxers are poking out, and that's been stuck in my head for weeks, so I absolutely had to include that(especially since he always wore such baggy pants) I agree with NAYQ!Mark calling them the ugliest shorts ever, I had a bunch of ref pics of his real-life shorts and I'm just like god...you're so right...who let him wear those so often...

With that Chp 3 one, I have to say, even though I've now drawn it, I still can't stop envisioning his outfit as this outfit from that one post-2010 press conference:

I'd hopefully like to draw nayq!Mark at some point? I just haven't drawn men in so long.....but like I said in the tags, it's a lot easier to draw when there's descriptions available!!! Because I tend to deliberate so much over drawing, but your writing inspired me so much!!

Sorry for the huge response AAAHHHH I just wanted to give a little insight to my inspos 🤭 Also of course you can link my post, I would be so honored!!!!! And now I will go back to my cave, and patiently await Martian Monday again hahaha

#BUT I CANNOT UNDERSTATE HOW MUCH YOUR TAGS MEAN TO ME 💕💕💕 #i got really anxious over posting these bcs ive never rly done anything like this #but im so glad you like them!!!! they were a lot a lot of fun to draw!!! #it was fun to have paragraphs from the fic as ref but also be able to look through my horrendous amnt of seb pics for further ref #ive had that 2010 press conference pic saved for so long atp but even looking at it now makes me so deranged #i went to pull it up for this post and now i cant stop staring at their hands again.... #omg i didnt even realize that seb is wearing yellow boxers in that aus 2011...i drew him in yellow boxers...gg catie from last night #i think my fav drawing ended up being the plaid shorts one bcs the the outfit worked out quite well! #but bee boxer seb is <3 thats one of the main reasons i drew these actually bcs the bee boxers haunted my brain #fought myself to not add cat ears to literally every single drawing i tried to contain myself to only the chibis #catie.asks.

[mypoisonedvine]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 7)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind.  you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman-- even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: almost 3k?

warnings: slight breeding kink (but only if you speak romanian aksjghakgjhg), angst, violence (in the form of a fistfight, which the reader isn’t involved in)

Just as you always did, you woke up to sunlight streaming in through the lace curtains, and a cool breeze blowing by.  What was peculiar was Sebastian next to you, sleeping peacefully as his chest rose and fell with relaxed breaths.  You let yourself watch him for a moment before you decided to try to sneak out for a cup of coffee.  Problem was, the bed was sort of creaky and it was very difficult to move without making sound.  Your plan was to move as slowly as possible, keeping your weight evenly distributed over the mattress, and it worked rather well— right until the last second, of course, when a loud shift of the boxsprings beneath you made Sebastian stir and blink open his eyes.

You were about to apologize for waking him, but he grinned and slipped his arms around you, bringing you back to where you started and surrounding your body with his warm, muscular form.

“Bună dimineata,” he hummed as he pulled you closer, his voice even deeper and more gravelly than normal.

“Bună dimineata,” you did your best to repeat it back, making him smile even though your pronunciation wasn’t great.  “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he replied softly, heavily accented and clearly more a recreation of the sounds you’d made than real English, but still intelligible and so painfully adorable as well.  “A fost uimitor aseară.”

“Last night…” you began, but you didn’t even know where to begin.  What could you possibly say about that?  Would it even matter, if he can’t understand it.  “God, you’re fucking amazing,” you blurted out with a soft laugh.

“Sa o facem din nou,” he growled as he pulled you closer and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth instantly.  A more self-conscious you— as in, you yesterday— would’ve worried about morning breath, but you now couldn’t taste anything but him and couldn’t feel anything but his lips on yours and couldn’t do anything but weave your fingers into his hair.

You moaned when his kisses trailed down your neck, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into his body one more time, but you had other things to attend to.

“I need to get up,” you announced as you tried to escape from his grasp, but he held you tighter and brushed his lips over your shoulder.

“Nu, nu, nu te dice,” he cooed, making you laugh and squirm.  “Stai in pat, fă dragoste cu mine toata ziuă.”

“I have to get up, I’ll be right back,” you tried to explain but he stayed ever vigilant as he held you tight and licked over the shell of your ear.  Finally you managed to get him to stop, as much as you didn’t really want him to, allowing you to slip out from under the covers and find your robe where it had been discarded on the floor.  

He watched you as you crossed the room and popped into the bathroom for your bag, pulling your birth control pack out of it and using a handful of tap water to wash down your morning pill.  “Ah,” Sebastian seemed to have a realization from the bed, and you giggled.

“Told you it was important,” you grinned.

“Probabil cel mai bine să nu ai un copil cu un străin,” he nodded, “dar nu sunt sigur că m-ar fi deranjat atât de mult dacă te-aș fi însărcinat.”

Following suit, he stretched briefly before getting out of bed and searching for his discarded jeans and boxers.  You made no effort to hide your ogling as you watched his cock swing between his legs.  Even soft it was thick enough that you couldn’t figure how it ever fit inside you (the delightful soreness between your legs reminded you that it was no easy feat).  He took note of your staring and grinned devilishly, leaning against the wall to give you a better look.  “Îți place ce vezi?” he purred.

“Should’ve known this would all go straight to your ego,” you chuckled.  “I’m gonna go downstairs for some coffee.  Do you want some?  Cafea?”

“Da,” he nodded, as he slipped his clothes back on, “mulțumesc.”  Funny how his idea of getting dressed still left him half-naked.

Foolishly, you expected him to let you pass, since you were both going to benefit from your trip to the kitchen; but of course he had to slip his arms around you from behind and give you just one more embrace, making you sigh and relax your head back against his shoulder.  He kissed the top of your head and you hummed happily, letting your eyes open to look up at him before taking a moment to look out the window you happened to be standing right beside.

You were just hoping to appreciate the countryside scenery, meaning that you were rather shocked and confused to see a car pulling up.  When it stopped and the driver stepped out, your eyes went wide and your back suddenly straightened itself.

“...Michael?” you gasped.  You wrenched yourself out of Sebastian’s grasp and started to run down the stairs.  He called after you but you ignored it.

Barreling down the stairs and out the door, you found your husband walking up the driveway.

“Honey,” he frowned when he saw you, “I’ve been trying to find you since you left— what the hell is going on?  Why are you wearing a robe?”

“It’s hardly nine in the morning,” you defended before you realized there were much bigger topics at hand: “Michael, what are you doing here?” you asked, after a few seconds of confused stuttering.

“I’m taking you home!” he replied, as if it were obvious.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “don’t play stupid.  Do you think I’ve been here against my will, or by accident or something?”

“No, I saw your letter,” he sighed.

“And you saw the part where I said not to look for me, and that all future communication would come through my lawyer?”

“You’re my wife,” he replied coldly, “I think I’m within my rights to talk to you directly.”

“You shouldn’t have come here.  I was actually happy before you showed up.”

With perfect timing, Sebastian stepped out the door behind you, looking to you and to Michael, and back.  “Ce se întâmplă?” he asked you.

“Who the fuck is this?!” Michael asked accusingly.

“I’m gonna give you a chance to ask me that again, in a way that doesn’t make it seem like you have any place to judge what I might be doing alone with a man,” you hissed.  “He’s just the groundskeeper, Mike.”

“Then why is he shirtless?” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know!  He… does that a lot!” you exasperatedly shouted back.

“Look, I’m not angry,” Michael sighed.  You laughed bitterly.

“Good, cause you have no right to be.”

“But I think it’s fair if I’m worried about you spending months alone with strange men.”

“Oh, strange, is that the problem?  Strangeness?  Would some more familiarity— perhaps a familial relationship— between you and these men make it easier on you, Mike?”

“Honey, please—”

“Don’t call me that,” you grimaced.

Michael stormed towards you, and you felt Sebastian step closer to you as well, wrapping an arm around you.  Having him by your side made this significantly more awkward, but it made you feel safer, too.

“Hey man, get your hands off my wife,” Michael growled, pointing a finger at Seb.

“He doesn’t speak English,” you rolled your eyes.  

“Well, I’m not sure you do either— otherwise you would realize that we’re still married, and you need to come home.”

“Just because you won’t sign the papers doesn’t mean we’re still together,” you reminded him sternly as shook your head.

“I’ll end it with your sister, is that what you want?”

You laughed, because you were afraid if you didn’t that you would cry.  “Jesus, Michael!  Are you hearing yourself?  This sounds like a greek tragedy, or fucking EastEnders!  Next I’ll be discovering I have an evil twin, and you’ll bang her too!”

He was a lot more offended by that than you expected.  “It was never just sex.  I love her.  But I love you more,” he clarified, suddenly getting serious.

You chuckled weakly, hardly believing what you were hearing.  It’s not that he was ever particularly nice, or romantic or anything, but at some point in his life he had been incredibly intelligent… and now he barely made sense at all.  “Wow, you sure do know how to make a girl feel special.”

He frowned, clearly losing what little cool he’d had at first.  He had always had a bit of a temper.  “For better or for worse, we’re still legally married— damn it, we’ve been together for how long now?  And you’re ready to throw that all away?”

“No, but you were,” you spat back.

“But I wasn’t, and I’m still not.  You’ve gotta hear me out—”

“I don’t have to do anything—”

“No, you’re not listening to me—” he talked over you, again.

“I don’t owe you any more of my time—”

“Damn it, why won’t you just listen!” he growled, grabbing you by the arm suddenly.  Instantly, Sebastian stepped forward and pushed him back.

“Sebastian, it’s okay,” you tried to soothe him.  

“Hey, could you maybe tell your boytoy to keep his filthy hands off me?” Michael demanded at the same time.

“Mai bine ai grijă,” Sebastian hissed, also at the same time.

“I literally can’t,” you answered Michael.  “I told you he doesn’t speak English.”

“Yeah, well, I think some things transcend language,” Michael bit back.  “Tell me something, pal,” he addressed Sebastian, “did you fuck my wife?”

“Sper că nu spui ce cred că ești,” Sebastian shook his head, clearly on the end of his rope.

“Mike, leave him alone,” you demanded, but it came out sounding so much weaker than you meant it to.

“Did you,” Michael pointed to Sebastian, going so far as to poke him in the chest condescendingly, “fuck—” he mimed thrusting his hips, and you grimaced— “my wife?”— finally, he pointed to you.

Sebastian certainly understood that; and, in lieu of an answer, he socked Michael right in the jaw and sent him straight to the ground.

“Oh my god!” you yelped, dashing over to where your husband was crumpled into a ball on the gravel and kneeling beside him.

“What the fuck?!” Michael gurgled, holding his face in shock and pain.

“Are you okay?” you asked anxiously, spinning to look at where Sebastian was standing and looking much too proud of himself, shaking out the hand he’d just hit Michael with.  “Sebastian!” you scolded, making him give you a defensive look.

“Ce?” he shrugged flippantly, though he clearly felt a little guilty when it became obvious that you were irritated with him.

And that was how you ended up here, standing in the living room and tapping your foot quickly, staring at the couch where Michael sat with a bag of ice held to his jaw, Sebastian beside him (though as far away as possible) resting with another on his hand.

“You had no business coming here,” you informed your husband coldly.

“You wouldn’t know about this place if it weren’t for me,” he reminded you.  “Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”

“I thought you wouldn’t care,” you corrected.

His silence was stern, and he gave you one of those looks that used to scare you but now just made loathing and pity sink down in your chest.  It was ambiguous if he was too angry to reply or if he really had no defense.  After all, what reason did you have to believe that he would care about your leaving?

"If you're here to make me rescind the divorce order, it's not going to happen.  I'm not leaving with you.  I'm not forgiving you.  Please just go," you sighed.

"That's not why I came.  None of that is why I'm here," he mumbled.  "I came here…" he straightened up slightly, raising his voice confidently.  "I came here to tell you that I love you.  I need you.  And I want you back."

Now that he was looking right back at you, suddenly you couldn't take it anymore and turned your gaze away again.  

"Whatever you need me to do to fix this, I'll do it.  We'll get through this.  Isn't that what marriage is?  Fighting for each other, struggling together?"  He stood up and approached you, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders; you almost flinched when you felt his touch, but resisted the urge, glancing up at his face before looking over at Sebastian whose injured hand was twitching as he looked away with a tight jaw.  "Tell me how to make this right, please."

You tried not to look as Sebastian as you processed Michael's request; similarly, it seemed he was trying not to look at you.  But even if you ignored this new, peculiar romance in your life, your marriage was still broken beyond repair and you couldn't imagine anything that could change that.  "I'm sorry," you finally whispered, watching Michael's face fall, "I don't think there's anything you can do." 

He released you from his grip, less angry than you expected; more somber.  "I want to stay and work this out," he explained.  "Better yet, I want you to come back to London— come back home— so we can be together and discuss everything there.  But I'm only going to ask you one more time before I leave: stay with me.  You don't need to forgive me, or even love me again, at least not yet… just give me a chance to try to earn everything I took for granted."

You'd imagined this moment so many times: cursing him out, making him grovel, kicking him to the curb.  To be completely honest, you'd even imagined potentially taking him back.  But now that you were here and it was, somehow, real, your desire for vengeance was fading along with your desire for reconciliation.  

"I have something I need to give you," you whispered, walking upstairs and going back into your room, getting on your hands and knees to search the floor.  Finally, discarded in a dusty corner with slightly uneven floorboards, you found the ring you'd tossed aside the night before.  Fighting back against the tears welling in your eyes, you picked it up and came downstairs, holding it outward for Michael to take.  

"I'm not taking that back," he refused, shaking his head.  "You keep it for a while longer, until you're sure this is really what you want."

"I'm sure.  I'm moving on.  Take it back," you demanded.  He sighed but reached out and plucked it from between your fingers, pocketing it though still wearing his own golden band.  "Besides, my sister might want it."

He scoffed, turning as he began to walk away.  "You're cold."

"Frozen solid," you agreed.  "Goodbye, Michael… drive safe."

He shook his head and made a sharp exhale as he walked away, nearly slamming the door behind him.  You stared off into space as Sebastian silently watched you; you didn’t want him to see you cry, but it was starting to seem unavoidable as your lip quivered and your eyes grew wide with tears.

“Shhh,” he soothed gently, standing up and stepping forward to pull you into his arms.  “Nu plânge, e în regulă.”

"God, I'm so stupid," you whispered between sobs muffled against his chest.  "I'm so fucking stupid…"

He whispered to you and kissed the top of your head, repeating one thing over and over that you couldn't make out well against the sound of your own crying filling your ears.

But even without knowing what he was saying or what it meant, it made you feel better.

As evening approached, you realized a new predicament had arisen: would Sebastian stay in your room again?  Would you go to his?  Or would you sleep separately, maybe even drift back to just being essentially housemates after a unique one-night stand?

Your questions were answered suddenly when Sebastian suddenly came to the couch and scooped you up into his arms, making you squeal a little before you relaxed and let him carry you to his room.  He all but threw you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you deeply as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck.

Already you felt more comfortable with him than you sometimes felt with people you'd known most of your life; you didn't feel self-conscious when he ran his hands over your body, you didn't try to suppress your moans when he kissed your neck for fear of sounding ridiculous— and maybe that was just because it was such a fantastical situation, so unlike yourself and so far from home, that it was easy to feel like a different person with him.

Or maybe it was that you'd spent so long trying to be somebody that people liked, and now you were being yourself for the first time in decades.

You couldn't really be sure.  And since your brain short-circuited every time Sebastian whispered something in your ear that just sounded filthy regardless of what it actually meant, you didn't have the time to think about it.

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan au #sebastian stan fanfic

[kurts-still-here]

SongFic #3 Of The “Kurtbastian Singing Adam Lambert” series. “Sure Fire Winners”

This one is just Sebastian and Kurt having fun and being sexy together 😎😎. Songfic #4 will be up in a few days most likely but I hope you enjoy!!

Please leave any comments you have etheir on here or on A03 or FanFiction.Net !! 😁😁🤗🤗 Thank you!!

Archive Of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32874553

FanFiction.Net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13927358/3/Kurtbastian-Singing-Adam-Lambert (Chapter 3)

“We are so going to win this,” Kurt exclaimed as he walked out of the bathroom stall and looked at his outfit in the mirror. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a skintight black shirt, black leather pants and black, knee-high laced up boots. He had on sunglasses even though it was indoors and his hair was spiked up with hair gel. He had drawn a star on his cheek and had blue and purple glitter on his face along with guyliner.

“Well they might as well just give it to us now with the way we look,” Sebastian said, walking out of his stall and up to Kurt. Him and Kurt were matching except Sebastian wasn’t wearing the laced-up boots. He looked his boyfriend up and down and smiled. “We look hot.”

“I know we do babe,” Kurt said, kissing him on the cheek. “And our performance is going to be even better, I know it.”

“Yeah well we better get going, don’t want to keep everyone waiting. Do you think Mr. Schue and Artie have everything set up?” Sebastian asked. They had asked Mr. Schue if they could have some special effects and props for their performance and their teacher had happily agreed.

“I don’t know,” Kurt said, taking out his phone. “I’ll text Artie and ask him.”

The week’s assignment in the glee club was to sing a song about victory and Kurt and Sebastian had admittedly known the perfect song for them to sing. It was upbeat and full of energy. The assignment was a competition and whatever group won got the duet at Sectionals. Sebastian didn’t really care about winning since he had been the lead soloist for the Warblers and had sung solos at the competitions but he knew that Kurt wasn’t as lucky as him even if he was the most talented performer in the group. He knew how much a duet would mean for Kurt so they went all out with costumes, make-up, special effects and props. They also came up with matching choreography and Sebastian had to say that it was the most work and effort he had ever put into anything. But it was all worth it because he knew they were going to win and he really wanted that duet for Kurt. His boyfriend deserved it.

Kurt had told him about the glee club’s duet competition last year and about how he ended up singing a duet by himself because Finn didn’t want him to sing with Sam. It had just hurt Kurt even more when Sam and Quinn had won the competition and Kurt had told him that even though he loved singing “Le Jazz Hot” that he was glad he had a partner this year. Sebastian had seen the video of Kurt’s performance and thought that Kurt would be the only person in the world who could pull off singing a duet as a solo.

His costume was so creative and so was the background he had designed. He had also designed costumes for the Cheerios he had paid to act as background dancers for him and the choreography was stunning. Sebastian thought that he should’ve won but Kurt told him that Finn and Rachel were acting fishy the whole time so they probably had something to do with Sam and Quinn’s win. Not that they didn’t deserve to win but even Santana and Mercedes’ performance of “River Deep, Mountain High'' was mind blowing. Kurt didn’t care about winning so much as having someone to sing with and made a joke saying that he may be able to sing a duet by himself but that he didn’t want to have dinner by himself. But last year didn’t matter anymore because this year they were going to win a duet at Sectionals and not some stupid dinner at a cheap restaurant when Sebastian could easily pay for his own date and could take Kurt to a 5-star restaurant.

Plus this time the group couldn’t vote for themselves so as long as they blew it out of the park then they were for sure the winners. They were the last to go this week seeing that they had spent so long preparing themselves and that they had just finished up their performance the previous day. Brittany and Santana had sung “Try Everything” by Shakira, Finn and Rachel had sung “The Climb” by Miley Cyrus, Sam and Puck had sung “Victorious” by Panic! At The Disco, Tina, Mercedes and Quinn had sung “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift as a trio and Mike and Artie had sung “On Top Of The World” by Imagine Dragons. All the performances were good but Sebastian thought that the only competition they really had was against Sam and Puck since they had picked a song similar to theirs, the only difference was they didn’t put in the extra effort. They had it in the bag.

“He says they're ready,” Kurt squealed. “Oh, I’m so excited, Seb, just imagine us singing a duet at Sectionals. Together. It’d be so romantic and fun and we would win the competition for the New Directions.”

“Well you won’t have to imagine much longer. You deserve this more than anyone else Kurt. Don’t go down without a fight, okay?” Sebastian told him. Sebastian thought that sometimes Kurt went too easy on his friends and let them push him to the side when Kurt was a star. He needed to stand up for himself more and go after what he wanted.

“I won’t, I promise.” Kurt said and grabbed ahold of Sebastian’s hand. “Now let’s go win this duet.” He cheered and they grabbed their stuff before walking out of the bathroom.

They walked to the choir room hand in hand, mentally preparing themselves for their song. They couldn’t help but worry a little too much, especially Kurt. The choreography was a little complicated and it had taken them some time to really nail it down but it would be worth it in the end. It was fast, just like the music and they had to mind the spacing in the choir room also.

Once they reached the choir room they stood outside of the doors, Kurt to the right and Sebastian to the left. They were planning to come into the room when the music started to surprise everyone and to add an effect. They would storm into the room, grabbing everyone’s attention and the lights and the costumes and the choreography and the singing would be a crowd pleaser.

“Okay, why am I so nervous?” Kurt asked, pacing back and forth, fidgeting with his hands.

“I don’t know, why are you?” Sebastian asked. Kurt had no reason to be nervous right now. He was amazing and he could and would pull this off. “Hey, look at me babe,” He told Kurt and took his hands to hold them. “We’re going to win this and we're going to perform at Sectionals. Don’t worry about it, you’re going to psych yourself out.”

“I know,” Kurt nodded. “I just… things are never certain and I really want this Seb. It’s my last Sectionals and I want it to be really special.”

“I know you do and I want this for you too so just calm down, focus, breathe and get your head in the game.”

“I will,” Kurt said, doing what Sebastian told him to do and taking a deep breath. “Artie says that he’ll text me when they're ready inside but the band is still setting up.”

Sebastian nodded and gave Kurt a kiss before going back to the other door to the choir room. Inside everyone was talking to each other about the setup of the room.

“Of course this is for Lady Hummel and Fivel, gays always go full out,” Santana said, looking around the room.

“Well doesn’t this seem like a little too much?” Rachel asked the group who just shrugged in response. “I mean it’s not like they’re going to win over me and Finn.”

“You know what Man-Hands,” Quinn snapped. “Just for that I’m not voting for you. And The Climb was the worst. How is that about victory?”

“It’s about overcoming obstacles in life. My obstacles being you guys and how hard it is working with people who are less talented than you.” Rachel said, nonchalantly.

“Rachel, babe, you can’t just say things like that.” Finn told her. “It’s not nice. But anyways, this does seem like something Kurt would do. Remember his “duet” last year?”

“You mean the duet he did by himself because your homophobic ass couldn’t handle him singing a song with Sam?” Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow. “I remember and he nailed it. You guys better watch out because now he has Sebastian and we all know how badly he wants a duet.”

“Hey, I wasn’t being homophobic, I was looking out for the team. Sam knows what I’m talking about right dude?” Finn asked Sam who shrugged.

“I don’t know man, some of the shit you said was really offensive. And I was all set to sing with him and then you talked to us and he set me free. I would totally have still done it if it wasn’t for you.” Sam explained, narrowing his eyes at Finn. Sam liked Kurt a lot and they were really close with one another. Sam treated Kurt like he was one of the guys and they had only bonded more when Kurt had helped him out the previous school year with his siblings. He had really wanted to sing with him but then Kurt had let him go and Sam was too worried about his popularity at the time to try and get Kurt to keep their arrangement. Up until now Kurt and Sam had only sung one or two lines together in a group piece and Sam had always thought that maybe he could still see if Kurt wanted to sing with him. He’d have to ask him.

“That’s not what I meant, it’s just…” Finn’s voice trailed off and threw his hands in the air, frustrated. “... you just don’t get it,”

“It doesn’t matter now anyway. Kurt has a partner this time and it’s obvious that he’s in it to win it with Seb,” Tina said. “He should’ve gotten this a long time ago.” She rolled her eyes at Rachel.

“Yeah well he could’ve gotten a solo at Sectionals two years ago if he would’ve hit the high F but he couldn’t despite saying he was able to. It’s not my fault that I have a superior vocal range.” Rachel sneered.

“You know what Berry I’m sick of your shit,” Santana yelled, pointing her finger at Rachel. “Let me give you a little newsflash here. First of all, half the people in this room like Artie, Mercedes and I have a better vocal range than you. Kurt can sing just as good as any of us but no one ever gives him the chance to shine. He can hit that note, he’s hit it several times before right in front of you but you never noticed because your ego’s ten sizes the size it should be. We weren’t going to tell you because we didn’t want to risk you throwing a hissy fit and blabbing your mouth but we already decided that we’re voting for him. He deserves this and he’s the only member of this club that hasn’t had a chance to shine yet. So shut up, suck it up and deal with it you selfish bitch.” Santana fell back in her seat and folded her arms across her stomach as she watched her friends' (and Rachel’s) expressions.

All the girl besides Rachel looked proud of her (and why shouldn't they be), the boys looked surprised and shocked (which they shouldn't be because that wasn’t the first time she had told Berry off) and Finn and Rachel looked like she had just slapped them (and they were lucky that she didn’t because she really wanted to).

The room was silent for a few seconds before Artie and Mr. Schue came out of Mr. Schue’s adjoining office. “Okay everyone, I think we’re all ready to watch our last performance from Kurt and Sebastian. Artie you can get Kurt to tell him that we’re all ready for him.” Artie pulled out his phone to text Kurt while Mr. Schue continued talking. “Now after they are finished we’ll be voting to see who wins the competition and remember, you can’t vote for yourselves this time.”

“Is there even a point in voting?” Rachel muttered and everyone except Finn shot her a death glare.

“Okay, he says that they’re ready,” Artie said. “Let’s start up the smoke and then he says they’ll come in when the music starts playing.”

“Alright then,” Mr. Schue said, going over to the smoke machine and staring it up. “Hit it you guys,” He said, referring to the band who started playing the background music for the song.

“Wait,” Kurt said. “I hear the music,” He told Sebastian. “Ready babe?”

“Born ready babe,” Sebastian assured his boyfriend. “Let’s do this,”

And with that they opened their doors and walked into the choir room like they had planned to. They admittedly started singing while going through the choreography like they planned. The scene was perfect. They were blue and purple lights flashing around the room and Mr. Schue and Artie had properly set up the smoke machine so that the room was misty. Kurt and Sebastian felt like they were at an actual rock concert which got them in the mood for their performance even more.

We're coming up like killing machines

Our big guns gonna shatter your scene

It's pandemonium on the floor

'Cause everybody wants a little more

They wanna ride on the rocket ship

Ride around the moon for a velvet kiss

'Cause all the girls and the boys wanna know

How far this bad wild child's gonna go

Everyone seemed to be enjoying their performance already except for Rachel who had a stony expression on her face and who sat there in her chair with her arms crossed. They kept dancing and Kurt felt a sort of high when he realized that they were hitting the moves exactly like how they had planned. Kurt turned into Sebastian and then Sebastian took his arm and spun him back out. Then they had prepped themselves before going into a roundoff back handspring in the choir room, earning clapping and cheering from their friends.

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

Bringing the heat and the word is out

Giving you something to shout about

We are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners

Sure fire winners, sure fire winners, sure fire winners

They both sang the chorus and walked around the room and interacted with their audience, Sebastian high fived Puck and Sam while Kurt danced with Quinn and Brittany. ‘So far so good’ Kurt thought to himself, excitedly. He was so happy that they seemed happy about him being so extra about the performance and that they seemed to love it. He was just a few minutes away from winning the duet, he could feel the feeling of victory already and the song just pumped him up even more.

Flick the switch and the missile will fire

I'm a heat seeker when I'm full of desire

We're all drawn to the heat of the flame

'Cause you wanna be a star in the hall of fame

I was born with glitter on my face

My baby clothes made of leather and lace

And all the girls in the club wanna know

Where did all their pretty boys go?

The boys went back to the center of the room and Sebastian quickly glanced over to Kurt and was happy to see how into it he was. He was moving along with the music, adding his own pizazz to their dancing. He put his hand on his face and dragged it down his face to emphasize the glitter and then took his jacket off his shoulders slightly, matching with the lyrics. On the last line they stood back to back and sang it together as the audience continued to cheer and holler.

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

Bringing the heat and the word is out

Giving you something to shout about

We are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners

Winners winners

They started singing the chorus again. They stood on opposite sides of the room and swung one leg forward before forcing it back and flipping over into a backflip. Then Kurt slid to the floor in a split and swung his legs forward to spin himself around on the floor. Sebastian walked over to him and took his hand spinning him around in the floor before helping him up off the floor. Kurt stood up gracefully and Sebastian dipped Kurt back. They held the pose as Sebastian took over the lyrics and then Sebastian lowered Kurt down so he could fall into a backbend. He let go as Kurt kicked himself over and then they started singing the bridge.

Ooh yeah, take a walk on the wild with me

Gonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe

Never gonna stop 'til we reach the top

Never gonna stop 'til we reach the top

You'd better get out of the game it's never gonna be the same

Move over 'cause a new boy's calling it time

They both hit the high note and Kurt had to resist the temptation he had to ditch the choreography and to jump up and down with excitement. They walked around the room, clapping their hands together and the rest of the glee club even Rachel joined in on the clapping. There was no way they weren’t going to win. Everyone was loving them and they were doing amazing. They were on fire, they were pumped up and they were going to finish out strong.

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

Bringing the heat and the word is out

Giving you something to shout about

We are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners

They pumped their fists up in the air as they sang the lyrics. Mercedes, Tina and Quinn were singing the lyrics along with them, Mike, Brittany and Santana were doing their own moves in their seats, Puck, Sam and Artie were pumping their fists along with Kurt and Sebastian and Finn and Rachel were quietly observing the scene but Kurt could tell that they were both impressed with him and his boyfriend.

Ooh yeah yeah-oh yeah yeah yeah

Mr. Schue’s expression was the best though. He seemed shocked with Kurt’s and Sebastian’s dance moves and singing, like he didn’t know they had it in them. There was nothing more that both boys loved more than proving people wrong while also proving themselves.

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

Bringing the heat and the word is out

Giving you something to shout about

Yeah we are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners

Kurt walked over to Sebastian and they stood next to each other as they finished out their dancing, ensign off with a series of complicated footwork. They got it right, matching it up with music and ended their song, posing, back to back again, with their arms crossed and their heads bowed down a little so that their sunglasses slipped down to the bridge of their noses.

Gonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe

Gonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe

Gonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe

The music faded out and they held their pose as they got a standing ovation from their friends. Everyone cheered and clapped for them and Kurt finally gave in to his temptation and jumped up and down, holding hands with Sebastian. They hugged each other and Sebastian lifted Kurt off his feet.

“Wow,” Mr. Schue exclaimed. “That was amazing boys. The costumes, the special effects, the energy, kudos to the both of you.”

“Thank you,” Kurt said, still full of energy. He was so happy at the moment, he wouldn’t even be that upset if they had lost. Of course, they weren’t going to though because they had kicked ass but nothing was written in stone yet.

“What do you say guys?” Mr. Schue asked his students. “Are we ready to vote?”

“Actually Mr. Schue, I don’t think that’s necessary,” Rachel said, standing up. “We all decided that we want Kurt and Sebastian to sing at Sectionals. Kurt really deserves it and I think that his performance with Sebastian just goes to show that even more.” Everyone nodded their heads in agreement and Sebastian squeezed Kurt’s hand. He was getting his duet!

“I couldn’t agree more Rachel,” Mr. Schue said as he turned back to the two boys. “Well, congratulations you two, you won the duet. Start brainstorming some ideas and we'll talk about it tomorrow. Oh, and try to incorporate some of those moves. That’ll guarantee us a win alone. Well done gentleman.”

“We did it Seb,” Kurt said, hugging him again. “We did it. We’re gonna sing at Sectionals. Oh my god.” Everyone laughed at how excited Kurt was and clapped for the boys again.

“I know, I know,” Sebastian told him. “This is great. You did great. You were amazing babe.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Seb” Kurt smiled and they kissed each other before going to sit down in their seats. They would have to do this all over again and they both couldn’t wait.

#glee #glee fanfiction #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #kurtbastian

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Baby Ch 3 (AO3)

A/N: Sorry it took so long!! Life™ kind of got in the way - you know how it is. Also - surprise! There is going to be another chapter/epilogue type of thing because this chapter was getting a bit long. I know I keep saying this but I really will try to get it up soon (this weekend) because Robron week is starting the 19th and since I'm organising it, i should probably actually write something for it.

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A few weeks had passed since Ruby’s first scan and, much to her parents and brother’s annoyance, Scott was becoming a regular fixture in her life.

“I still don’t trust him.” Seb mumbled under his breath, watching his sister talk to Scott from his spot at the bar between his parents.

They’d come to the pub for their tea but suddenly Scott had showed up and he and Ruby had sat down at a nearby table.

“Join the club, mate.” Robert sighed. “But the times we could decide who she can and can’t talk to are very much over.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Has it ever occurred to you two that he might actually care about her and the baby?” Aaron suggested. “Sometimes people change, you know.” He gave Robert a pointed look. “And they decide to be better.”

“You don’t know him like I know him, dad. He’s had every girl in school. Twice.”

“You shouldn’t judge someone by their reputation…” Robert said after Aaron raised an eyebrow at him over Seb’s head. “As far as we know now he’s changed. And Ruby wants him around.”

“She’ll change her mind.” Seb insisted. “Sooner or later he’ll show her what he’s really like.”

“Well until then, we’ll just have to give him the benefit of the doubt.” Aaron said, finishing his drink and putting his jacket back on. “Come on, let’s go home and get ourselves something to eat.”

“I thought you wanted to eat in here?” Robert asked, confused.

“Yeah, well… I changed my mind.”

Robert followed Aaron’s gaze and noticed Chas had come in from the backroom and was talking to someone at the other end of the bar, pretending not to notice them.

“Dad, maybe you should talk to nan… you can’t keep running from the pub every time she’s here.” Seb argued.

“I’m not interested in what she has to say.” Aaron told him, a little too loudly. “She’s never agreed with my choices, ever since the day your dad and I got together properly… and I’m just fed up with her slagging off my husband or my kids. If she wants to clear the air, she knows where we live.” He decided.” Now are you coming home with us or do you want to hang around here?”

Seb’s phone buzzed in its place on the bar and he smiled when he read the message.

“Is it ok if Oli comes over tonight?” he asked his parents without looking up from his phone.

“Sure.” Robert shrugged on his jacket. “Ask him what kind of pizza he wants, we’ll order him one too.”

“Ruby we’re heading home.” Aaron had walked over to Ruby and Scott’s table. “Are you staying here or coming with? We’re just going to order something. You’re welcome to join us of course, Scott.”

“Thank you mister Sugden-Dingle but we were just talking about going into Hotten. A mate of mine just started a job as a chef and invited us to come try out his specialties.”

“Well that sounds a lot better than pizza.” Aaron gave them a smile. “Have fun. Don’t be home too late alright, Rubes?”

By the time they got back to the mill, Oli was waiting for them with a large shopping bag by his feet.

“What’s all this?” Seb asked, greeting his boyfriend with a kiss.

“I hope you haven’t ordered anything yet, mister and mister Sugden-Dingle, because I’m going to cook for you tonight.” He announced.

“Oli we’ve known you for years, you can just call us by our names.” Robert insisted. He’d always had a soft spot for the kid. “And you don’t have to cook for us to impress us.”

“But if you want to, the kitchen is all yours.” Aaron told him and the four of them went inside.

“Just sit down and relax, Bash and I will handle the cooking, right babe?” Oliver said looking at Seb who just gave him an adoring smile.

Robert met Aaron’s eyes behind the boys’ backs and mouthed “Bash?!” at him, getting an amused smile in return.

In the end the meal was great and when Ruby got home they all sat down for a chat until everyone was ready for bed.

“I think Seb’s really got it bad for Oli.” Robert said, getting into bed next to Aaron. “Did you see the looks he was giving him tonight?”

Aaron smiled.

“Yeah. It’s the way you used to look at me.”

“Used to?!” Robert asked, mock offended. “I still look at you like that. I still fancy you as much as that day in the layby.” He vowed and Aaron pulled him close to kiss him.

“That’s good to hear.” He said, settling down under the covers.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?”

“What?”

“Oh Robert, you’re still the sexiest man on this planet and I still fancy you something fierce.” Robert said, doing his best impression of his husband.

Aaron chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re alright I guess.” He teased and Robert rolled his eyes.

“I feel so loved right now.”

“Good.” Aaron snuggled up to him, pressing a kiss to his t-shirt clad chest, and threw an arm around his waist as Robert turned off the light on his bedside table.

A few hours later Aaron woke up from a kick to the shins courtesy of his husband and a throat that felt like sandpaper.

He looked at Robert to make sure the other man wasn’t having a nightmare and slipped out of bed to get a drink.

He wrapped Robert’s robe around him and went downstairs so he wouldn’t risk waking him up by messing around in their ensuite.

When he was halfway down the stairs, he noticed the light in the kitchen was on, and when he reached the bottom step, he saw Ruby staring out the window.

“Hey you, what are you doing up?”

She jumped and turned around.

“Dad! You scared me half to death!”

“Sorry, I thought you heard me.”

She shook her head.

“I was kind of lost in thoughts I guess.”

“Is that why you’re down here in the middle of the night? Too much thinking?”

“Yeah… something like that…”

“Did something happen tonight? With Scott?” Aaron guessed.

“No, no, nothing bad. He was lovely, we had a good time.” Ruby told him.

“But…?”

“But… nothing. We had a nice time, he dropped me off and kissed me goodnight, and went home.”

“That sounds pretty good to me. No reason to be up half the night.”

Ruby sighed and sat down at the table.

“I  like Scott. And he likes me... But I don't know if I love him. If I want to spend the rest of my life with him like you and dad.”

“You don't have to decide that right now, do you?” Aaron reasoned. “Your dad and I didn't decide overnight that we wanted to be together... Things just grew. Naturally.”

“I know... But this one...” She rubbed her belly. “He or she will need their dad. And what if it doesn’t work out between us?”

“Don’t worry so much. Focus on the now. You like spending time with Scott, right?”

Ruby nodded.

“Well I’d say that’s a pretty good place to start.”

“But… what if I never feel about him the way you and dad feel about each other? What if he’ll always just be this guy I know… and had a baby with?”

Aaron shrugged.

“Then you’ll just share a child and hopefully stay friendly with each other. Like we used to do with Seb’s mum.”

Ruby bit her lip and nodded again. She didn’t remember much of Rebecca, just vague mentions of her from her parents and her brother.

Aaron sat down too.  

“All that matters to that baby, is that he or she is loved. And if that’s by both their biological parents together, that’s great, but if it isn’t, that’s ok too.” He told her. “Your dad and Seb’s mum were never a couple, and your aunt Vic obviously never dated the guy who got her pregnant. But Harry and Seb turned out alright didn’t they?”

“Well... Harry did.” Ruby said and they both laughed.

“Did you know Oli calls him Bash instead of Seb? And he's got him eating vegan food.” Aaron shook his head, an amused look on his face. “Who knew he'd give up chicken nuggets for love.” He said laughingly but then turned serious. “Whoever you fall in love with, no matter if it’s Scott or someone else, they will love you and your little boy or girl. Because they're a part of you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. When your brother was born, your dad and I weren't together and I was in a bad place mentally... But then I actually spent some time with him and all I could see was your dad. He was a part of the man I loved... And I fell in love with him too.”

Ruby sighed.

“But it's complicated isn't it? There is always going to be the… history.”

Aaron shook his head.

“That’s what I thought at first too. When I first heard about Seb I couldn’t picture ever looking him and not feeling the hurt and betrayal, that I’d always see Robert with Rebecca. But when he was born I realised he’s his own person and it really isn’t that complicated at all. And now Seb is as much my kid as you are.” Aaron told her. “And have I ever treated you any different from your brother?”

“No…” Ruby said and grinned. “But you’re finally admitting you’re my bio dad now?”

Aaron smiled and gently tugged on her dark curls.

“I don’t think that was ever really a secret.”

A few weeks passed and after a massive blow out with Scott over him possibly missing the next scan appointment, Ruby spent most of her free time online, browsing baby stores.

She was curled up in the armchair looking at prams, when Seb came home.

“Hey, what are you up to?” he asked, throwing his jacket over the back of the sofa and flopping down on it.

“Looking at stuff I can’t afford.”

Seb made a face.

“Why would you do that?”

“I need stuff for my baby.” Ruby snapped. “But any decent pram costs more than I make in a month at the HOP.”

“Aren’t dads helping you out?”

Ruby shrugged.

“Don’t know… haven’t asked them… But I can’t let them buy a thousand pound pram.”

Seb choked on his own spit.

“A grand? Are you serious?”

Ruby turned her computer to show her brother what she found.

“Aren’t there less expensive ones?”

“I don’t know… this one got good reviews. And it was the best in the safety tests.”

“I should hope so… for that money I expect it to put the baby in it itself and go for a walk on its own.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter, I’m not going to be able to afford that one anyway.” Ruby sighed and turned her computer back to face her.

“You could always ask Scott to pay half. It’s his baby too.”

“No.” Ruby just said and Seb could tell that was the end of that topic of conversation.

He decided to change the subject to something more safe.

“So when is your next scan? Isn’t that when they can tell if it’s a boy or girl?”

Ruby’s face softened.

“Yeah. Hopefully. It’s on Friday.”

“Are dads coming with?”

“They want to…”

“But?”

“But… I’m not sure I can handle them being… them. They go from being overprotective over me, to overprotective of the baby.”

Seb nodded. If it was up to their parents, Ruby would spend her entire pregnancy in bed, covered in every soft blanket they owned.

“Will you come with me?”

“Me?”

“Yeah… you’ve been on my side since day 1 and… I’d feel like less of a loser with my big brother holding my hand instead of my parents.”

“Well… you’ll always be a loser, me holding your hand isn’t going to change that.” Seb joked and laughed when Ruby gave him the finger. “But I’ll come with you.”

That Friday, the two of them drove to the hospital together, promising their parents to call or text as soon as they knew anything.

When they reached the right floor and went to sit down in the waiting area, Scott suddenly came jogging down the corridor from the other side and called out Ruby’s name.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “I thought you were in London for your training thing?”

He gave her a smile and hugged her.

“I swapped with Amir. He’s there now and I’m going in his place next week. I didn’t want to miss another scan.”

Seb rolled his eyes behind his back.

“I’m going to get a coffee downstairs, I’ll catch you when you’re done.”

“No, Seb, wait. I want you there.” Ruby stopped him. “Please?”

He didn’t have time to reply because at that moment Ruby’s name was called and she dragged him into the exam room.

“Oh, hello, quite the crowd we have here.” The nurse welcomed them. “Who is the dad? Or are you both the dad?”

“No.” Seb said instantly. “They’re having the baby.” He pointed at Scott and Ruby. “I’m her brother slash personal chauffeur.”

The nurse smiled and helped Ruby onto the bed.

“I’m just going to take a few measurements first.” She said, squirting some gel onto Ruby’s belly and moving the wand around. The sound of a heart beating soon filled the room. “That’s sounding very good already. Nice and strong, just how we like it.”

She went silent for a few minutes, working down a list of things to check.

“Right, that’s all looking good. Everything is exactly the way it should be. Now, onto the fun stuff. Let’s take a good look at your baby. Do you want to know the sex?”

“I want to know.” Ruby told her and looked at Scott who nodded.

“Alright. Let’s see if they’ll show us.” The nurse moved the wand around on Ruby’s belly and tilted her head to take a good look at the screen. “It’s a boy.” She smiled. “You’re having a son. Congratulations.”

They got a few scan pictures printed off for the grandparents and Scott tucked one in his uniform’s breast pocket. “So I’ll always have my little boy with me.”

He gave Ruby a quick hug outside the exam room and left, saying he had to get back to work.

Seb had bitten his tongue the entire time. He could tell his sister was happy to have Scott around, he just still didn’t trust or like him.

“So… what now? Home? To tell the parental unit about Sebastian junior?”

Ruby snorted.

“I am not naming my baby after you.”

“Why not? It’s a good name. And it’ll be nice for him to be named after someone cool.”

“Well then I definitely shouldn’t name him after you.” Ruby shot back and the two of them laughed as they made their way to the carpark. “We should get one of those gender reveal cakes.” She said excitedly. “For dads. Instead of just telling them.”

“I think that ship has sailed.” Seb said and nodded to where their parents were standing by the car, waiting for them.

“We didn’t want to wait for the phone call so we took the rest of the day off.” Robert explained when they walked up to them. “How did it go? Is everything alright? Did you find out?”

Ruby nodded and handed him one of the scan pictures.

“It’s a boy.”

“A boy.” Robert beamed and showed Aaron the picture. “That’s our grandson.”

“She’s going to name him after me.” Seb told them. “His cool uncle.”

“No I’m really not.” Ruby shot back and the four of them laughed.

“Your dad and I were thinking of going into town to do some shopping. For you and the baby.” Aaron told Ruby. “That little boy needs a pram and a cot and a onesie that says I love my granddads.” He joked.

“But… all of that stuff costs a fortune.” Ruby argued. “The HOP doesn’t pay that well.”

“That’s why we’re here. We’re paying.” Robert added. “Call it our first gift as grandparents.”

After some arguing back and forth, they agreed to at least go to the big baby store in Hotten to see what their options were, and take it from there.

“I don't know where to start...” Ruby said, looking around the store.

Robert smiled and wrapped an arm around her.

“Well lucky for you, your dad and I have had two babies, so we kind of have an idea how this works.”

#robron #robron fic #aaron dingle #robert sugden #my writing

[starbuckie]

halloween party with seb/bucky where they unintentionally match costumes (such a cliche trope but i’m a sucker for it 🥺👉🏼👈🏼)

lea!!! im sorry this is coming at ya late, but i love this trope too so i was super excited to write it. there’s a grease reference in there so if you don’t get it shame on you(im kidding i love all of you but go watch grease)(also i made this a college au bc i felt the need) i hope you enjoy babes<3

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The skin-tight black leather pants felt suddenly constricting as you made eye-contact with the blue-eyed boy across the room. You knew who he was. Everybody did. James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky as he liked to be called, was the well-known, sweet-talking, boy next door, hot as hell boy in your class. In the two months you all had been at college already, he had make himself a big figure, having everybody swooning over him and falling at his feet. Though, the strange thing was, as popular as he was across campus, he didn’t let it go to his head. No, Bucky Barnes was a sweetheart, kind and friendly and talked to everybody he saw, the classic helping old ladies across the street type of boy. In all, it was safe to say that he was a dreamboat.

And you unfortunately were the Sandy to his Danny this Halloween.

Actually, was it unfortunately? You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on him, just like every other person in your class. However, admiring him from afar was about the closest interaction you’d ever had with him, despite him being in many of your courses with you. He started walked over and you palms started to get sweaty, debating whether it was weird or not to run in the opposite direction right after you made direct eye contact. “Hey, you’re Y/N, right?”

His deep baritone voice sent shivers down your spine and you managed a meek nod before saying, “Yeah, that’s me.” Well that wasn’t awkward at all, L/N, way to go.

“I think we’re in the same linguistics class, right? With Fury?” He asked, a genuine smile playing on his lips. 

“And political science, with Hill.” You looked him up and down, trying to look as casual as possible, but he caught your eyes on the leather jacket straining over his arms. 

“You make a good Sandy, doll.” His eyes roamed over your form, and he wasn’t barely shameless about it either. Pink tongue darted over his lips and you tried so hard not to crumble right then and there in front of him, but the next words he said were nothing of what you expected. “I mean, one might even say we go together...” 

Your eyes widened at the pun and you couldn’t help the laughter that flowed out of you. It was probably the stupidest line you had ever heard come out of someone’s mouth, but you had to admit it was cute coming from him. Bucky seemed relieved that you liked his pun, small chuckles pulling you back to reality that he was like this with everyone. 

Both of you looked around the party in silence once again, not knowing what else to say. Students everywhere were completely wasted, either dancing around like crazy and couples drunkenly making their way out of the front of the house and falling over themselves. While it was nice that he was talking to you, it made your nerves go haywire, and his silence was giving you the one chance you needed to get away so he didn’t think you were even more socially awkward than before.

“Well, it was nice talking to you Bucky, I hope you have a good Halloween.” You started to walk away, back to Natasha and Wanda, when his hand caught your wrist, warm and calloused in contrast to your freezing body. 

“Where do you think you’re going, dolly?” His blue eyes gazed intensely into yours, almost in a seductive way, and the last thing you felt like doing was looking away. “We’re matching, Y/N, that means we gotta stick together. What do you say?” 

You peered over to your friends who were giving you thumbs up and nodding excitedly for you. You were supposed to get them drinks but you honestly doubted they cared about them now. Turning back to him, you gave him a small smile as he wrapped his left arm around your waist. There were glares of other jealous girls on you, upset that you had gotten the campus charmer to fall for you so quickly, but you paid them no mind.

A new chapter of your life was being written, and you’d be damned if you let anything ruin it for you. 

#james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #buckybarnes #sebstan #sebastianstan #marvel #reader insert #james buchanan barnes #fanfic #malia’s spooky celebration

[luninosity]

fanfic writers tag game!

I was tagged by the marvelous @musette22 for this lovely fanfiction tag game that was devised by the clearly very brilliant @thewaythatwerust, to discuss some of the fics I’ve written over time! Thanks so much! 💖

Let’s see, I shall tag... @thebestpersonherelovesbucky @turtletotem @gerec @whtaft and @ninemoons42 <3

Which of your fics…

* Did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got:

Ah, a tricky one! I feel like I never really have expectations - I just write words because I can’t not! But maybe lines of light, which was my Steve/Bucky Fake Character Death Trope fic - it’s sort of a weird little fic, but I wanted more of that trope, but maybe that’s just me!

* Got a better reaction than you expected:

Oh, goodness - just about all of them! I remember being so shy and so nervous to share any of my writing, years ago, and now I write things that people seem to like...I think probably never mind the why and wherefore surprised me most, though! That’s my TJ Hammond/Johnny Storm fic, and when I started writing it mine was literally the third fic on AO3 for that pairing, and for that small a fandom, I’ve just been amazed.

Also, of course: I’m constantly amazed by how much people love Like Sugar! It was the biggest thing I’d ever tried to write, and it made me a better writer along the way, and I suspect it’s the Evanstan fic/series people might remember most, from my fics? (Also also, if original-fic-inspired-by-an-Evanstan-drabble counts: the love for Character Bleed has been overwhelming!)

* Is your funniest:

...am I funny? I don’t know! *waves hands about* I feel like I never set out to “write something funny,” but then again I like terrible puns and wordplay, so there’re probably funny lines in most fics? I hope?

Honestly maybe every inch of north and south, which has the Chris-turned-into-a-puppy plot, or Now That I’ve Found You, Stay, because giant patriotic dildos, or some of the banter in just a couple lovebirds, because I love Chris and Seb in that one. Or some of Bucky’s pulp fiction stories in tales to astonish. Or all the TERRIBLE autumn-related puns in the current Evanstan fic, A Place Not Far Away!

Or we could go REAL old-school and pull out the McFassy semi-crack fic in which James gets magically cursed to turn into a kitten. There’s that.

* Is your darkest/angstiest:

Ahahahaha. Um. *stares in Characters Having Emotions*

Okay, okay, um... Aside from certain specific chapters of Like Sugar and Amateur Cartography, it’s either The Tones That Tremble Down Your Spine (Bucky needs all the softness, after this! of course so does Steve...) (sometimes I think about adding a chapter, because it ends a little abruptly, but I also wanted it to - not everything’s 100% resolved, but it’s clearly on a healing trajectory!) ...

...or, over in Cherik-land, I hope we rise to the occasion, which does have a hopeful ending but is painful, or the balancing act stories (also Cherik) which were...personal in many ways (also originally written over on Livejournal, because I’m old).

* Is your absolute favourite:

Impossible! *laughs* It’s always the current story I’m (actively) writing. Which at the moment is the Evanstan autumn fluff-with-porn A Place Not Far Away. I don’t know if it’s my favorite-favorite, but it’s nice to get back to Evanstan and I love fall.

* Is your least favourite:

Also impossible! There’re things I love about all my stories. If I have to...maybe It’s Time To Bring This Ship Into The Shore, mostly because Michael’s such a dick to James for a lot of it. Which is also true in Loving Days (why was that a plot point in a few of my McFassy fics?) but I think I did a better job with his redemption in that one, and showing how much he changed and tried harder. And with Ship & Shore I wasn’t super-knowledgeable about the soul-bond trope (it was a request-fic) so I never felt quite sure I’d done it well enough!

* Was the easiest to write:

Amusingly, considering how epic and glorious and long the whole series became, I’d say Like O, Like H - the first Like Sugar Evanstan story. It just flowed. It knew what it wanted to be, and I tried to keep up. (Lovebirds was also one of those, as was the TJ/Johnny fic, never mind the why and wherefore.)

* Was the hardest to write:

the sound of rain on tin. It’s been the fic I’ve had the hardest time with ever. It’s my own fault for trying to do too much in terms of plot - sort of AU, an Evanstan-Stucky crossover, Lovecraftian elements - and then starting to post before I had it all properly sorted. I do know how it ends in general terms, I promise! but resolving plot/action has never been one of my strengths, and we’ve hit the point where I actually have to figure out How To Fix The Magic Portal-Thing, and I don’t feel like I’ve got it worked out well enough.

I mean if you all just want me to write the emotional Sebastian talking to Steve Rogers (and maybe a little curious kissing) and Chris talking to Bucky, and then *poof* suddenly Seb and Bucky are back in their respective universes and we get Emotional Reconciliation Scenes and Love Confessions, that part’s easy. I’ve had stray bits of those scenes done for years.

* Have you re-read the most:

Like Sugar, in part for continuity as I worked on later stories and in part because I’m really kind of proud of it.

* Would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time:

Depends on what genres they like! I’m probably best known for - if anything - Like Sugar, and I think it’s pretty representative of my writing in terms of loving tender kink-with-emotions! But the person would have to not mind Evanstan RPF and soft Dom/sub kink and arranged (sort of) marriage tropes.

Other than that, for Evanstan, maybe Sweet Disposition (the third version of the clothes-sharing fic!); or (baby won’t you please), which is the Chris And Seb Go To A Sex Club For Research For a Role fic, or tempt me, tease me, which is...Sebastian leaves an unsatisfactory date with someone else (brief and random) to go pick Chris up from a bar, and then there’re lots of revelations about Feelings, and also porn-with-emotions. Those last two ‘feel’ similar in my head for some reason - mood, maybe, or story arcs about revelation and discovery.

...for Stucky, maybe when and where our eyes meet (Bucky falling asleep! soft blankets!)...or tales to astonish, because it’s such fun!

...if you want to go a bit older, I have weird affection for my first-ever Cherik fic, Know That It’s True, which is a Cerebro hurt/comfort fic, and then I love the slow development of the McFassy in No Wonder, No Wonder, which I occasionally still think about trying to revise as original, but it’s so character-driven that it’d be hard, but I love the feel of it, the hints of magic and the setting...

* Are you most proud of:

Like Sugar! At the time it was the biggest story I’d ever tried to write, both in terms of length and in terms of world-building and planning and characters growing closer together. Character Bleed got more complicated in terms of needing multiple outlines and plot, eventually, but I couldn’t’ve done that if I hadn’t done Like Sugar first.

* Has your favourite line/exchange/paragraph (share it):

Too hard to pick! There are so many! 

I sometimes say it’s this one, from tempt me, tease me, though not always:

“If you’d like,” Sebastian offers, “we can even tell them I borrowed your key and lost it, if you don’t mind asserting small untruths to hotel personnel.” Big blue half-plastered Captain America eyes stare at him some more. “…Chris?” “You…” One hand waves, a partial gesture, pulled back at the last second. As if Chris has meant to reach out, and thought better of that. “You really would? You wouldn’t, y’know, mind?” Sebastian half-smiles. Thinks of cars with broken-glass windows in Romanian capital-city streets, thinks of students waving flags and cheering with feral glee, thinks of saucer-eyed childhood memories and songs of revolutionary fervor and desperate upheavals of optimism like birthing-pains. Chris Evans is beautiful and genuine and real, and Sebastian would do far worse things, would splinter his body and perjure his soul, to give Chris one more day in which to eat pizza and laugh and clap friends on the shoulder with a broad happy hand. “No,” he says, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Or, from the WIP - the next chapter of A Place Not Far Away - because my favorite is often what I’m currently working on, there’s this! Enjoy? <3

They both watch Sebastian for a second; he’s nodding, jotting down a quote, hair bouncing with the motion. His fingers are quick and tanned, gathering notes; his jacket’s casually open, and dirt’s left a scuff on his right boot.

 He’s a New York City reporter in a black leather jacket and a stylish sweater, but he’s also a reporter who doesn’t mind getting dirty and will run through a corn maze and helped set out signs the first day Chris ever met him.

 Carly pats Chris’s shoulder, says, “Enjoy yourself,” and heads off to supervise some historical blacksmith demonstrations. The sky shimmers in clouds and satin and magic and unfallen rain.

 Sebastian bounces back over. “That’ll be fantastic, she was so excited, she’s already thinking about next year, which is so perfect for a pull quote, and it’ll get people thinking ahead about coming here then!”

 Would you come back, Chris doesn’t say. Would you come back next year, next month, next week, even if your story’s done? Would you stay and not leave?

 He can’t ask that. This is Sebastian’s job.

 He says, “That’s awesome. You want lunch?”

 “Absolutely. I haven’t eaten my way through your menu yet. Recommendations?”

 “Classic Oktoberfest? The whole German sausage, potato, onion thing? That one’s popular. And, um, baked apples. In maple cream sauce.” Food. He can talk about food. Promoting their menu. Not getting down on both knees and promising to bring home every pumpkin Sebastian likes, if that’ll make those happy eyes stay at his side.

 “Sounds good.” Sebastian’s eyebrows go up, beckoning Chris into the joke. “And I do like sausage.”

 “I like your sausage,” Chris tells him, and Sebastian’s laugh is a splash of sunshine through clouds and cold and tree-branches that stretch to the sky.

#fanfic ask thing! #meme thing #musette22 #yay! #my fic #evanstan #stucky #cherik #mcfassy

[soundofez]

for @mastar-week 2020, day 3// legacy

yet another star-centric side story to We Fill the Skies, set as always in the Leagues & Legends universe. i have a lot of emotions for both max albarn and sebastian black and i need to compensate for how little screen time they had.

(slight spoilers to we fill the skies, btw, but who cares about that when you can have Feelings.)

—

Max Albarn was usually all wiry strength and indomitable pride, a ramrod straight spine and perfect square posture, but now his back was bowed, his shoulders quietly sloped. Oscar had never realized before how thin his classmate was, how small and fragile. It looked wrong.

He turned back to his paper. They weren't friends, he reminded himself. And Albarn had plenty, anyway, if he needed a shoulder to cry on.

- We Fill the Skies, Chapter 2: Promises to Keep

—

Sebastian Black was tired.

It wasn’t the exhaustion of travelling for two weeks— travelling didn’t tire Seb like that. Seb didn’t get tired, usually, except from Elsewhere storms, and that wasn’t exhaustion so much as it was nauseated sickness, brought on by the feeling of magic trying to escape from his body to that mysterious other plane via fishhoks in his gut.

Seb didn’t get tired, except that now he was.

He hadn’t seen the note when he’d gotten back— it had been late, and he hadn’t want to wake the roommate he’d thought asleep in the next room. Instead, he’d crashed straight into his bed and gone to sleep himself, already looking forward to catching up in the morning.

Now, the desert sun was shining through the kitchen window, promising a hot day. Seb stood at the kitchen table, note in hand, and he was tired.

Papa died, the note read. I’m taking his ashes back to the Forest. Be back a week before classes start.

—

Seb was the only University affiliate to come home from the expedition. He didn’t like thinking about that, about how his professor and his classmate had gone missing, about how the other three students had all stayed behind while he’d gone home like a coward.

They hadn’t told him, either. That’s what hurt the most, if he thought too hard: that they’d simply agreed without him. And maybe Seb hadn’t talked to Ford much, but he’d spent every day with Kilik and Casper, and still they’d said nothing. They’d waited until the last second to tell him, too late for him to do anything, when even the Academy people had seemed to know what they were up to. They hadn’t given him a choice.

Max hadn’t told him, either, back before they’d even left on the expedition. Max had been chosen, not Ford, and yet when Seb had first arrived at the announced point of departure, he’d found Ford waiting there instead.

“What are you doing here?” Seb had asked.

“He didn’t tell you?” Ford had replied. “He gave me his place on the expedition.”

Max hadn’t told him. Seb hadn’t admitted that to Ford, had ignored Ford’s silent pity. It wasn’t Ford’s business.

And Ford had seemed to agree. They’d talked on the expedition— the group was too small for them not to— but Seb had kept him at a steady distance, even as he’d listened with rapt attention to Ford’s many stories.

Maybe he shouldn’t have kept that distance. Maybe Ford would have said something if he had.

Seb didn’t do regret. The concept was anathema to him. You couldn’t change the past: your only option was to do your best in the present. He got frustrated with Max, sometimes, because Max seemed to regret everything.

Seb didn’t do regret, and he wasn’t about to start. He stuffed some coin into his pocket and left the empty apartment to find some food.

—

Ford wrote to him first.

Seb was surprised. He wasn’t much for letters, preferring action instead. (Max scolded him for this all the time, but Seb was vaguely aware of the hypocrisy. Seb wasn’t the one who furiously applied twice to the University with different genders to prove a point, and then had to scramble for housing when the point was proved.)

Seb wasn’t stupid. He knew he wasn’t normal, not just because his already-rare gift for magic was especially strong, but because his mind ran on different tracks from everyone else. His classmates teased him for asking dumb questions in class, but Seb had some of the best grades in the University, and it was only a little bit because Max helped him study. (You’re an auditory learner, Max had once told him. There’s nothing wrong with that.)

Point being, Seb could read, he just didn’t like to because it took so much effort. It was with some surprise that he found his eyes on Ford’s neat signature, having devoured the rest of the letter. He’d enjoyed listening to Ford’s stories during the expedition, but he hadn’t expected the enjoyment to transfer to Ford’s writing.

His eyes dropped to the last line, tucked plainly under the signature:

P.S. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.

Seb read the postscript several times. It would be just like Ford to get it, the creep. He shook his head, but he grabbed a pen and paper from the kitchen’s junk drawer and sat down to write a reply.

When he was done with Ford’s letter, he grabbed more paper and started another.

—

Max’s letter came a day before Max did. It sounded almost normal, filled with their usual banter (You picked up a pen without me? Is there someone you want to tell me about?), but it also told Seb when Max would be home.

Seb spent the entire day at home doing chores. When he heard Max’s familiar footsteps on the stairs outside, he immediately positioned himself at the front door.

It worked. Max opened the door and walked directly into Seb’s open arms.

“You should have told me,” Seb grumbled into Max’s hair. It had grown since he’d last seen her. Underneath the smell of sweat and desert sand and sun was a hint of green earth. “I would’ve stayed.”

“I didn’t want you to,” Max mumbled, and burst into tears. “Damn it. Damn it.”

Seb hugged her tighter, rocking gently on his feet. “They didn’t wring you out in the Forest, did they?” he teases gently. “Amateurs.”

They didn’t bother untangling themselves as they sank onto the couch of their tiny living room. Seb shared memories of cool mountain air, of red dust seeping into his boots and staining his clothes, his chin knocking against the top of Max’s head. Max returned the favor, recalling the damp shade of the Forest’s enormous trees, the looming closeness of the canopy as it blocked out the stars, her breath warm against his collar.

When their stomachs growled, Seb shooed Max away to clean up while Seb toasted some bread with the Elsewhere’s fire. They settled around the kitchen table for a simple meal of buttered bread and a wedge of cheese, and this time Max asked after Ford.

Seb snorted. “Why do you care about that creep?”

Max shrugged. “He knows what he’s doing. After me, he’s the obvious choice.” She scowled. “And I want to make sure he didn’t mess around too much. I recommended him, so his performance affects me, too.”

“He stayed.”

Max looked up. “What?”

Seb’s throat was unexpectedly tight. He tore off a mouthful of bread, chewed slowly, swallowed. “It went wrong. The expedition.”

Max looked livid. “What did he do.”

Seb shook his head. “No, it wasn’t Ford’s fault, it was Kim.” He made a face.

Max’s anger didn’t complete subside, but she still snorted. “I should’ve known.”

Seb grinned at her, but the expression died quickly. “The expedition went wrong,” he repeated. “Everyone else... stayed in the mountains.”

Finally, Max seemed to sense his emotions. “What happened?” she asked.

Seb exploded, suddenly frustrated. “Nobody told me!” he snapped. “First Jack and Kim go missing, then Professor Montero disappears— they say he’s dead! And then we just— kept researching with Professor Yumi, and I thought maybe that was it, because what the hell was anyone supposed to do?

“Then, as we’re leaving, Kilik and Casper and Ford all say they’re staying, they have ‘relatives’ or something—” he adorned the words with finger quotes— “but I know they’re looking into it! And they didn’t tell me— they’d all let the University know, or something, but not me.

“Professor Yumi escorted me home. Just me!” He looked at his hands, dragged his fingers like claws through the air, yanking at the magic that hung there and everywhere else. Gold fire pooled into his palms. “Because I’m a mage. Because I’m powerful, but that puts me in danger up there, or something. But hey, Kilik got to stay, and he’s a better mage than me!” He ripped more and more gold from the air, snarled, “Stupid Sebastian doesn’t know anything, so why bother telling him?”

He quieted when Max wrapped her hands around his fingers. He was shaking, he noticed dimly. His vision was a golden blur. His lungs heaved with the effort of drawing so much raw magic.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know I should have told you. I just— I couldn’t. Not then. I c-couldn’t say anything about Papa, not then, so I just... didn’t.”

Seb didn’t get it, not really. It felt like their differences surrounding regret: he simply didn’t look at the past, but Max overflowed with what-ifs and if-onlys. He sensed it now, something fundamentally different about them, that while he sought company to relieve his pain, Max retreated from people to... to drown in it, maybe. (To digest, Max would tell him later.)

Seb didn’t get it, but this wasn’t the first time he didn’t get something. At least he knew how to ask.

He breathed, and slowly the gold faded from his vision. All the remained was just Max, just Maka, his oldest friend.

“What happened?” he asked her, and this time she told him.

The bustle of the Albarn clan had felt so much like her Papa, yet not. Maka hadn’t grown up in the Forest, and Spirit Albarn hadn’t spoken of his family, only of his beloved wife, Maka’s mother. The Albarns had loved Maka, but she hadn’t been family like Spirit was. It had hurt, so much, to see her Papa’s smothering affection directed at everyone but her.

“I would have gone with you,” Seb said. (I would have smothered you, if only you’d told me to, he would have said, if only he could find the words.)

“I know,” Maka replied, and smiled sadly. “But it wouldn’t be the same.” But she let him hug her anyway, and instead of going to their separate rooms they curled up on the couch together and fell asleep catching up.

#soul eater #mastar week 2020 #mastar week #mastar #maka albarn x black star #fez scribbles #fez writes #guess! who! made themself cry again!!! #that's right it's this dumbass #i... don't know if this has any relevance to the prompt?? whoops #if anything this is all ox's legacy lmaooooo #speaking of!!! godDAMN do i love bashing ox now that i'm not stuck in his perspective #like. he is a Good Boy and i love him very much #but he is also Weird AF and i also love being able to Say It #we fill the skies #four fools and a fire

[my-emotional-self]

Forever Ago Chapter 3

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC

Warnings:  Mild Angst, Swearing

Summary: After losing touch with your childhood best friend after graduation, he comes crashing back into your life 15 years later. The feelings you’ve had for him never left you.  But do you forgive him for all those years he ignored you?  Or do you decide he lost his chance with you for good?

The door opened to reveal a smiling Sebastian.  “There’s my best friend!” he cheered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug.  

You couldn’t contain the laugh that escaped passed your lips.  “How much have you had to drink already?”

“What?  Can’t I just be happy to see my best friend?  We live like a mile from each other and I haven’t seen you in forever!”

Rolling your eyes you walked into his apartment.  “You know I’ve been busy with work Sebastian.”

“Yeah I know Jess. You’re such a hot commodity in the photography world.”  The two of you walked into his kitchen and you looked at your phone.  You were about an hour early before the party started in case Seb needed any help.  “Hey I’m going to hop in the shower before people start to get here.  Make yourself a drink.  You know where everything is.”

You in deed did just that. In case Chris was going to be here, you didn’t want to be completely sober for that meeting.  

After taking your drink into the living room, you sat down on the couch and reminisced about the time you met Sebastian.  

Summer of 2009

It had been ten whole years since you graduated high school, and nearly three years since you last saw Chris.  He had moved away right after graduation to pursue his acting career; which you couldn’t have been more supportive of.  You had seen him a lot over those first few years, but slowly he began to get busier and he had then moved out to Los Angeles; the complete opposite side of the country.  You were still getting your foot in the door as a photographer and didn’t have too much money lying around to just fly out and see him.  

But it wasn’t just about seeing him.  The phone calls and texts were beginning to be fewer and longer in between.  To be honest, it broke your heart.  You didn’t want to seem like a clingy friend, even though you were madly in love with him, so you let it go.  He would text or call you when he had the chance, right?  

Oh how wrong you were.  While you lived in New York City now, you still stayed in contact with Lisa as she became the only mother figure in your life after your parents died in a car accident from a drunk driver when you were 16.  

You were waiting around the room for Sebastian Stan to arrive as you were photographing him for the cover of a magazine.  

When he walked in, the two of you instantly clicked as you liked to get to know your muse somewhat before photographing them.  He was so down to earth and easy to talk to; almost like your relationship with Chris back in the day.

It was what he said at one point that made you freeze.  “Yeah I just got done filming a movie for the Marvel Universe.  It’s called Captain America: The First Avenger.”

“Wow!  That sounds amazing!  Those Marvel movies have been doing really well recently,” you remarked as you began to set up your camera.  

“Yeah and it was so much fun to shoot.  Chris Evans plays Captain America and he’s a real great guy. We had a lot of fun on set.”

As he mentioned Chris, you froze, eyes growing wide as you stared down at your camera before quickly recovering.  Your heart gave a pain of sadness just hearing his name; you missed him so much.  You had even given up on trying to text him over the last year because you never got a response.  

All you could do is hum in response as he talked enthusiastically about the movie and his role. You didn’t keep much tabs on Chris lately, including his movies and girlfriends because you just seemed to spiral into some sort of depression each time.  So, after many lonely nights thinking about it, you decided to just move on as much as it pained you.  

~~~

Over the course of the years you and Sebastian became best friends; it helped that the two of you lived very close to each other. Naturally he had invited you to the sets while he was filming the Captain America movies but you always declined, not wanting to see or deal with Chris.  The way you saw it, he broke your heart.  

As much as you wanted to tell Sebastian all about your personal life growing up, you just knew that if he were to explain to Chris about you, Chris would find out.  Sebastian was very understanding that you didn’t want to talk about anything; all you did mention was the death of your parents and that was it.

It seemed petty in your eyes, but you were in love with Chris, had been for years and when he moved away and became a big time actor, it seemed like he just tossed you on the side; after all those years of friendship.  

End Flashback

By the time Sebastian got out of the shower, your palms were beginning to sweat.  You had known Sebastian for a decade now, but you not once told him about Chris; about how the two of you were best friends growing up; about how you had been madly in love with him.  It was beginning to dawn on you that perhaps Sebastian might get pretty upset with you if Chris were to arrive and find out the two of you had known each other since kindergarten.  

“Shit,” you murmured to yourself, but not quietly enough.  

Sebastian chuckled from the kitchen.  “What’s wrong?”

You wanted to tell him right here and now, but with the off chance that Chris wasn’t going to be here, you didn’t want to risk it.  But you still felt like a shitty person and an even more horrible friend.  

“I’m just a dumbass, that’s all.”

~~~

Sebastian’s little ‘friend-gathering’ was in full swing a few hours later.  You were able to meet Jeremy Renner and Elizabeth Olsen.  Toby Hemingway and Chace Crawford were also there, but you had met them plenty of times.  They were good friends with Sebastian from the movie The Covenant and the four of you hung out quite a bit in New York.  

There were also some others that you didn’t recognize and as the hours passed, you were starting to finally let loose and get comfortable, thinking Chris wouldn’t be showing up.  

You were off in the corner playing beer pong with Chace when there was a loud ruckus coming from the kitchen.  “Here he comes to save the day!” you overheard someone shout.  

“Captain America himself!” came Jeremy’s voice and you shut your eyes tightly.  When you opened them, Chace was staring at you with his brows furrowed.  

“You ok over there Jess?” he asked.  

“Mmmmm,” you replied. At this moment all you were happy about was that your back was facing the kitchen and maybe you could hide and then make a dash out of here before he noticed you.  

“Alright well it’s your turn.  Unless you want to forfeit and admit defeat,” he joked with a sly smile.  

You scoffed, never admitting defeat when it came to beer pong.  The score was pretty even and with your pre-party drinks you were feeling really good.  Raising your hand, you sunk the ball into one of the cups.  “HA!” you teased.  

Chace threw his ball and it landed in one of your cups.  You downed the drink quickly, hoping to win this game as fast as possible and make a run for it.  

There were only two cups left on Chace’s side, and four left on yours when you heard Sebastian shout out, calling your name.  

“Oh no,” you whispered.

“There she is!” Sebastian said as you felt him come to stand behind you.  “Chris, this is my dear friend Jessica, the one I’ve told you about.”

Sebastian placed a hand on your shoulder and there was no going back now.  Slowly, you turned around to face the man you were in love with; the man whom you hadn’t spoken to in over ten years.  

Chris’ eyes widened when he saw it was you who was standing in front of him.  “Jessica?!?!?” he asked with both confusion and excitement before wrapping his large arms around you and squeezing you to his chest.  You had to admit, it felt great being back in his arms again; the swirl of emotion tugging at your heartstrings.  

“Wait wait wait wait wait a damn minute,” Sebastian barked; Chris’ arms still tightly wrapped around your frame.  “You two know each other?”

Chris let go of you and instead placed his hands on your bare arms.  His eyes bore into yours as you felt your face heat up.  It had been too long since you last seen him, last heard his voice, and every emotion you had placed on the back burner came rushing back to the center.  

“We grew up together. We’ve known each other since kindergarten,” Chris blurted out, a large smile plastered on his face.  

You could feel Sebastian’s gaze on you as you slowly turned your head to face him.  He looked disappointment, and sad even and it made your heart break.  

The room felt stuffy; suffocating you and with everything happening, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your breaths were coming up short and you tore your gaze away from Sebastian.  “I…I need a minute,” you rasped out as you hastily made your way to the sliding glass door to the balcony.

The fresh night air felt wonderful on your heated skin as you took deep breaths in through your nose; exhaling through your mouth.  Your body and heart were beginning to betray you.  Years you spent getting over Chris, getting over the fact that he somewhat acted like you didn’t even exist.  Yet now, when you see him, your body immediately clung to him, missing the way he felt in your arms; how manly he smelt.  But worst of all was your heart.  

So many emotions were running through your body in this moment, you could barely keep up; anger being the most prominent.  Seeing Chris again after all this time, knowing you had reached out to him dozens of times before giving up, made you so angry that he didn’t contact you back. Love was another one coursing through your veins.  Fuck you loved Chris so much.  You had been in love with him for years, but you finally broke that feeling, only for it to come all crashing down on you again.  

Gripping the balcony railing in your hands, you dipped your head down; unsure of where this was going to go.  You didn’t have time to take another breath before you heard the balcony door open; his voice ringing in your ears.  

“Jess,” was all he said in his soft voice to make your heart melt all over again.  

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Tempting Fate- Chapter 23

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1,925

Warnings: fluff, anxiety, fluff

A/N: Hey, y’all! @sonofadeanwinchester and I decided it’d be cool if we wrote a series together. SO, HERE’S CHAPTER 23! also i have no idea how i pulled this off but this chapter definitely sucks but oh well

After a few days, you’d completely unpacked all of your stuff into Seb’s house, and most of the shock had worn off. You were still concerned that the two of you were moving too fast, especially since he had taken the initiative to move all of your stuff into his house without even telling you first. You knew you loved him, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to be an actor’s wife. Especially one who worked for a company as large as Marvel. He’d reassured you about his fans, but he wanted to take you to his press tours and premieres, and you weren’t sure how to prepare yourself for that.

You’re sitting on Seb’s balcony, with a beautiful view of L.A., a book in hand. You were rereading A Series of Unfortunate Events to get ready for the Netflix series. Seb had gone out to get groceries, and you’d declined his invitation to join him. You needed to relax and have time to think. You read for a little longer before you drift off to sleep.

You slowly wake up, noticing you’re no longer sitting outside in the chair. You’re laying in Sebastian’s bed, assuming that he moved you there when he got home. You stretch, checking your phone when you realize you’d been asleep for 3 hours. You hear footsteps in the hallway and Sebastian comes in, beaming at you.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” he says as he climbs on the bed, kissing you softly.

You kiss back hesitantly and he pulls away, confused.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ve been thinking…”

He winces, “that doesn’t sound good.”

“I’m nervous. I don’t know if I’m ready for press tours and red carpets and being next to you in the spotlight. I have all this overwhelming anxiety that I’m going to fuck something up and you’re going to leave because I might ruin your career.”

He picks you up as he crosses his legs, cradling you in his lap, “darling, when I mentioned press tours and all of that, those won’t happen for months. We have a long while to get situated and for you to get used to this world. There’s not a chance that you could ruin my career, because I won’t pick acting over you again. If it comes down to it, I’ll pick you.”

“Seb, you can’t do that. That’s not fair to you.” He scoffs, “what are you talking about? Of course it’s fair. I broke us when I chose acting the first time. You’re the love of my life, my soulmate, my everything. You’re so much more important to me than some silly career.”

You sigh, “Sebby, you love acting.”

“Yes, I do. But you know what?”

You raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish his thought.

“I love you more.”

You blush, kissing him softly as you turn to wrap your arms around him. He moves so you’re laying back down on the bed, “so is there anything else you’re worried about?”

You bite your lip, looking up at him, “I’ll let you know.”

He kisses your forehead, picking you up, “well I ordered Chinese, it’ll be here in a few minutes.” He carries you downstairs to the living room, sitting down to pull you on his lap as you turn on the TV. You change the channel to MTV, learning about the newest drama between two celebrities you really didn’t care about. The news changes, and it’s like you’re staring in a mirror. The reporter is talking about you and Sebastian, a photo of the two of you at LAX taking up most of the screen. She’s discussing how beloved you are among Marvel fans, and Sebastian kisses the spot behind your ear, making you shiver.

“I told you so,” he says smirking, leaning into kiss you before he’s interrupted by the doorbell. He stands up and opens the door, and you hear the delivery guy start to panic when he recognizes his customer.

“Oh my god, you’re-” Sebastian smirks, handing the guy cash, including a big tip, signing his autograph on a napkin. He closes the door behind him, coming back to join you on the couch.

He sets the bag on the table and you immediately dig in, biting your lip as Sebastian watches you.

“God, I love a girl with a healthy appetite,” he says, taking a bite of his own food.

You wiggle your ring finger, winking at him, “well I sure hope so, otherwise we’ve got a bit of a problem.”

He laughs as he turns on Netflix, putting on BoJack Horseman. You’d made him watch the first episode the day before, and he was addicted now. He’d even started calling you “Diane,” because you reminded him so much of her character. He was your Mr. Peanutbutter, goofy, yet absolutely charming.

You eat with your legs across his lap, leaning on him as BoJack screws something up again. This was probably your favorite series on Netflix, other than Shadowhunters. Matthew Daddario was your favorite actor. Other than your husband, of course. But speaking of Matthew, you knew if you had the chance, you’d climb him like an oak tree.

“But why is BoJack so fucked up?” Seb asks through a mouthful of egg roll.

“That’s what makes him so relatable. He’s just a big mood and he doesn’t know what he’s doing with his life.”

“I cannot believe you just said ‘big mood.’ Holland says that shit all the time. What a kid.”

You frown at Sebastian, “go easy on him, like you said- he’s just a kid. He’s probably as scared of all this huge Marvel stuff as I am. Actually, that gives me an idea. Can I have his number? Maybe he can give me some tips on how to not go into full blown panic attacks in front of the media.”

He thinks it over for a minute before nodding, pulling out his phone, “yeah, you know, that’s actually a great idea. And you can probably give him tips on how to act like an actual adult.”

You roll your eyes, “baby, we just got married at Disney World. I hardly think I’m the kind of person that should be giving advice on adulting.”

He laughs, kissing the top of your head as he forwards you Tom’s information. You text Tom and finish eating before curling up on your husband’s lap to continue BoJack. Sebastian runs his fingers through your hair, occasionally kissing your forehead. You and Tom text back and forth for a bit, and you smile at Sebastian.

“Can Tom come over for breakfast tomorrow? He says he wants to hang out with you away from everybody else since you seem the most chill.”

Seb shrugs, “fine with me. But he better bring his own bib,” he says as he finishes his food, placing the empty containers on the table.

You grin at him, pausing BoJack so you can turn to face him, “do you remember our first real date?”

You pace around your room in your turquoise blouse and white skinny jeans, waiting for Seb to come pick you up. He had finally asked you on a date, and you were panicking. You’d known him so long, what if this date ruined your friendship? You wouldn’t be able to handle losing your best friend.

You hear a knock on your front door and freeze before running downstairs to open the door. “I GOT IT,” you scream, not wanting anyone else to greet Seb. You open the door to your date holding a single sunflower. He hands it to you and kisses you on the cheek, leaving you a red-faced mess.

“You look beautiful,” he says, stepping inside.

You grin and put the flower in a vase in the kitchen before leaving your house with Sebastian. He opens the passenger side door for you and kisses your forehead, closing the door once you’re inside.

“So where are we going?” You ask as Sebastian starts up the car and starts driving.

“Oh, I’m not telling. It’s a secret.”

“Seb pleaseeeee…” you beg, puffing out your bottom lip.

“This is our first date, love. If I can keep it a secret, I’m going to keep it a secret.”

You frown, looking out the window. Your date puts his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently, “don’t worry, I know you well enough that I can promise that you’ll love it.”

He pulls up to a pizza place you’ve never heard of. It looks like it’s cheap, but it could still be a nice sit-down date spot. You walk in with him and he takes you to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes. He pulls out your chair for you and sits down in his own, smiling at you.

“Well, you were right, Seb. This is perfect.”

The waitress brings you both menus and you each order a Coke, and as she walks away, you can visibly see how nervous he is. You reach across the table and take his hand, looking him square in the eye.

“Sebastian, calm down. You don’t need to be nervous.”

He laughs, running his hands through his perfect, chestnut brown hair, “of course I need to be nervous, I’m on a date with my best friend, who--” he cuts himself off, removing his hand from under yours and grabbing his Coke from the waitress as she arrives. He takes several gulps of his drink and you thank her, asking for a few more minutes before you order.

“Who what, Seb?” You ask, taking a sip of your Coke.

He sighs, setting down his drink, “who I’ve been wanting to ask out for a while.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “well you asked me out and we’re on a date now, so chill so we can actually enjoy it.”

He smiles and picks up his menu, and you steal glances at him looking over your own menu. He looks more relaxed now, more like the Sebastian you’ve come to know and- you stop yourself, even though everyone knows you’re in love with him. Luckily, he’s too oblivious to know, but he’s not too oblivious to notice that you’ve been staring at him.

“Helllloooooo, Earth to (Y/N). Why are you staring at me?” He asks, putting down his menu.

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

“I know, I know, I’m so hot it’s distracting.”

Hot doesn’t even begin to cover it, you think as the waitress returns and you order. You get a breakfast calzone, and Sebastian gets a meat lover’s pizza. She takes your menus and walks away, and Sebastian raises an eyebrow at you.

“You do know you’re sharing that calzone, right?”

“Make me, Stan.”

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After dinner, Sebastian drives you back to your house, and you invite him inside to watch a movie.

“Okay, but we should probably watch it on the couch. Cuz ya know, Gabe.”

You laugh as you walk inside, plopping yourself down on the couch. Sebastian sits next to you and grabs the remote and puts on “13 Going On 30,” one of your favorites. Seb pulls you onto his lap, kissing the top of your head. You freeze, not knowing what to do. You know he’s an affectionate guy, but that’s not something he’s ever done before. You breathe and lay back on him, resting your head on his chest.

“You know,” he says through a yawn, “Mark Ruffalo seems like a cool guy. I’d love to meet him one day.”

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Kismet

Della Fontaine is the typical girl next door. Fresh from North Carolina and coming to the Big Apple for the change of scenery. However, her next door neighbor, Sebastian, is the opposite of her. Outgoing, handsome, popular, with a twinge of heartbreaker lurking around his soft edges. 

His ex is the epitome of everything she’s not. A model, vicious to the core, and willing to go to extremes to make sure that Sebastian’s sees Della for what she isn’t. Her. 

 What happens when neighbors become friends while trying to ignore the chemistry between them? Will the stars keep pushing them together or will it all come crashing down?

Chapter One: Designed by Destiny

1. Fate; a predetermined or unavoidable destiny.

I never believed in fate or kismet or whatever the hell you want to call actions or consequences that makeup one's life. It's arduous to think that no matter what you do, no matter what decision you made you will end up at the exact same point because it was by fate's design. I've made selfless choices and been a reasonable person in hopes that the next person would pay it forward, not to benefit myself or my situation. Other times, I've been selfish and made a decision only to help myself, I'm human. Yet, none of these choices that I have ever made hurt anyone.

Every break up I've ever had has been amicable. Although, it probably helped that it lacked in all things passion and was more practical than anything else.

The reason I'm currently mulling over my belief in kismet is the fact that my very handsome and recently unattached neighbor is doing pull-ups from his balcony while I'm pretending to read my book.

While I could say that me choosing to sell all of my belongings and leaving all of my friends behind in North Carolina to move to New York was just an arbitrary decision. That this building that my new boss just happened to need to sublet was a fluke when I had no place set up to live. I could also say that the fact that my neighbor being non-other than Sebastian Stan, the walking lady boner, was just pure luck and nothing else.

Kismet? Luck? At this point, do I really care? Not particularly. He's single, sure. However, let's be realistic. I'm not like his last drop dead modelesque Brazilian style girlfriend. I'm the girl next door type who works mostly from home as a graphic designer who decided that for whatever reason, wanted to work closer to the actual office when I don't EVER go into said office. Him just being single means I don't feel guilty for eye diddling him from the next balcony.

I've been here for a few months and still haven't gotten used to his god-like perfection. I keep thinking that staring at him more will help with that but ...no, not yet. Like many other women, I am not immune to his charms.  At our first encounter, I nearly was a stuttering mess of goo all over the floor. The mere recollection of it makes me turn shades of pink.

3 months ago:

"Hmm, box number 5?" I said looking for my mailbox. The numbers were worn off even though the building was newly renovated and in near pristine condition.  

I spotted it and inserted the key, but it got stuck to my dismay. "Seriously?" As I grunted and tugged at the key, I heard a girlish giggle from behind me.

"Have you never worked a mailbox before?" I turned to see this 5'10'' model that was apparently a mean girl in school. I gave her my best smile despite myself.

"I have, but it would seem the ones in New York are sooo different from North Carolina....and I just can't figure it out." I drew out my southern accent for effect.

Just as I said it a broad-shouldered man with a baseball cap came around the corner chuckling at my statement, while his girl toy was huffing at my sarcastic remark. To be frank, I was surprised she even picked up on the sarcasm. "Not funny, Sebby."

He shrugged. "Funny, especially because you were being rude, Sophia." Hmmm. Sophia. Sounds exotic. As soon as my eyes meet his bright blue orbs, all my snark went straight back to the Carolina's in a handbasket. "H-Hi."

He held out his hand. "Sebastian. We're neighbors. This is my girlfriend. Sophia. I apologize for her manners, she can help it, but she chooses not to."

My slack jaw must've thrown him off because he just smirked and stared at me. I managed to garner some of my wits back, yay for womanhood everywhere. "Well, that sounds like a personal problem. I'm sure she'll do great things in life.." He smiled as we both took in her making funny faces at her selfie camera. He grunted out a sarcastic yea as I tried to hide my snicker.

He reached over my shoulder while I held my breath wondering what in the good gravy he was doing. Unfortunately, he didn't grab a lock of my hair and gently put it behind my ear, he did do the next best thing. At least, that's what I will keep telling myself. He grabbed the key that was currently within the grips of hell, otherwise known as my antique mailbox.

He laughed while he gently tried not to manhandle the government's property while I ogled him and his primadonna princess stared at her snapchat and took selfies behind us. "All the boxes get stuck occasionally. You have to pull the key out just a bit, then turn." I tried to hold my breath versus breathing the scent of him in. All woodsy pine and pure deliciousness. "Ah. Thank you for letting me in on the building secret. And here I thought I would have to move." He instantly frowned.

"Now we can't have that, neighbor. The last woman that lived here was a wallbanger and kept me up most nights." Had I been drinking the pretentious drink that his girl was drinking, I would've spewed it all over his preposterously handsome face.

"Sorry, wallbanger? Loud?" He chuckled while Sophia cleared her throat showing her readiness to leave. Slowly,  the three of us made our way to the elevator while she remained transfixed on her social media app. I couldn't help but think that if this were my man, I would put my phone in the sink disposal for more talk time with him, yet here she was squandering precious minutes. Like they say, 'One man's trash is another man's treasure.'

He blushed a bit before continuing his explanation. "Yea. She had a few boyfriends throughout the few years she lived here. But man was she noisy,  the walls aren't thick just so you know. Our beds are on the same one, and her frame would knock the wall and wake me up. I was sooo happy when she moved." I couldn't contain the laugh that bubbled up from within my noticeably smaller chest. Damn Sophia and her genetics....or surgeon.

"Well, that's just fantastic. I'm never gonna look at my boss the same way." He looked at me with his brow furrowed. "Oh, I'm subletting from her. She's..my boss." He let out this heartstopping laughter that made my cheeks hurt I smiled so hard. I probably looked like the Chesire Cat just got a catnip toy, but I didn't care. I risked a glance at Sophia, and she seemed annoyed at his larger than life presence and laughter. He held his stomach as his laughter quieted down.

"That is rich. Please, tell me how that goes." The elevator came to a stop on our floors, and he gestured for Sophia and me to get off before him. I walked past him to go to my door and looked back after he let her inside. He spoke a bit softer to my surprise.

"Sorry about her. She's...well nevermind. Just sorry. But hey, don't be a stranger." I smiled as I tried and failed miserably to be casual and missed my door, nearly falling into my apartment. Sebastian, thankfully, stifled his laughter and only smiled at my clumsiness. "Thanks, but I don't want the fake nails to come out. Oh! That was mean. I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "No worries. What's your name, Carolina?" I smiled. "Della, Della Fontaine." He went closer into his apartment. "Sebastian Stan. Nice to meet you, Della Fontaine."

Present:

He was the most genuine person I had met since coming to New York. Well, his whole crew was pretty straightforward, to be fair. He took me under his wing and showed me the best food trucks and places to gorge myself properly.  

"Hey, Della!" He ripped me from my thoughts as he threw a pen at my head from his balcony, missing me entirely but scaring my cat Hagrid. Sebastian yelled out a sorry to the beautiful Maine Coon as he skirted inside to find sanctity.

"You shouldn't throw things, Seb. Last time you pegged Will, and it poked Chris in the eye. Not even sure how that happened." He shrugged and wiped the sweat off his brow while leaning on the railing; naturally, I ogle. I give good ogle.

"What are you doin' tonight, Carolina?" I put my book down, sitting up and shrugging. "I'm suupppooossseee to be setting up my dating profile, but if someone dangles a twinkie in front of me with better plans, I'm game. By better plans I mean laundry, grocery shopping, moving, even driving you to the airport." He frowned but then smiled at my ridiculousness.

"You can't do online dating in New York. So I will definitely rope you in on something better." He stood up stretching. Was he purposely trying to torture the women and me across the street? I know at least two of them have binoculars. One of which is his ex. Yep. Different story, another time.

"First, thank you for whatever plans you have pre-emptively made for me. Second, why can't I date online in New York?" I stood up and wandered over to my side of the balcony to be closer to him.

He gave me his famous, "Are you serious?" look, like that was going to provide me with allll the answers to the universe. My rebuttal was a challenging, yet mature, raising of the eyebrows.

"Alright, you want me to say it? You're too sweet and good, the girl next door. Wallstreet will devour you. Which means you'll have to bail me out for kicking the douchebags ass for hurting you." Part of me jumped for joy at the thought of my very own knight in shining armor, but then the nail in my coffin came.

"Look, if you really wanna date someone. I can set you up." What's that? Oh sure. I love roses on my headstone. Red, please.

I cleared my throat and tried to sound sprightly. "Only if I get to screen them like online dating can. I don't want to be set up with your dry cleaner or shoe repair guy. Not when you have people like Evans in your arsenal of friends. Not sayin' Evan's would go for a girl like me, just don't set me up with a dumpy loser or I'll cut you. Or at the very least jump on my bed all night long."

He narrowed his eyes, daring my sauciness. "You wouldn't." I nodded. "Oh, one bad date and trust me, I would. Chose wisely." As I turned to sashay into my flat. "Text me my plans tonight, so I know what to wear."

I felt like I won this round as I looked back at the playful glint in his baby blues.

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Puppy Eyes Chapter 17

Warning for unapologetic schmoop and cotton candy fluff. Please brush your teeth extra carefully after consuming this :-)

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The other parts can be found here: Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16

Chapter 17: With All My Love

Kurt had gone to sleep happy after getting the macarons and the love letter. Blaine was thinking of him. Blaine wanted him back!

Part of Kurt had wanted to run to Blaine straightaway and lay the world’s most passionate kiss on him, but he remembered what Trent had told him when Kurt had called him, in tears, two days after the Sebastian incident. “Don’t give in too soon. If you do, Blaine will just go back to the way things were before, because it’s convenient for him. Wait it out. Wait until Blaine is ready and willing to give you the kiss that will break the spell. And whatever you do, don’t move back in with him until he’s at least proposed to you.”

So Kurt waited, and to his delight, Blaine sent him a new surprise every day.

The macarons were followed by a Wicked poster signed by the original cast – “No-one will ever sing Defying Gravity better than you. Nothing moves me as much as your singing. There’s so much raw emotion in it that it tears me up every time.”

After that came a book bag with a design printed on it that made Kurt giggle. Blaine had drawn stylised versions of himself as a puppy, sitting, lying, running, jumping, eating, looking up with a doggy smile, tongue hanging out. Kurt marvelled at all the different drawings – none of them were identical, and there were dozens! Around the puppies, there were paths of paw prints, adding a swirling pattern to the design to make it even prettier.

The accompanying note said:

“Dearest Kurt,

I noticed your book bag was getting kind of frayed, so here’s a new one for you. Maybe I should have drawn different kinds of dogs, but… This is from puppy me to you, so I’ve drawn my likeness in the hope that you won’t forget about me.

With all my love,

Blaine”

Professor Scher noticed the book bag the next time he had class with her, and cooed over it. Kurt felt his cheeks heat up and fiddled with his brooch to manage his nerves, but luckily, she didn’t ask where he’d gotten the bag.

A few days later, though, she called him to her office, and as soon as the door was closed, she handed him a package that was clearly from Blaine.

Professor Scher grinned at Kurt’s bafflement, and explained, “I knew that bag was Blaine’s design. I’d recognise his style from miles away. So I asked what was going on, and Blaine said he’d been giving you presents to make up for what happened with Sebastian. He blames me, can you believe it? Thinks that I should never have brought Sebastian here so he could see Blaine and instantly fall in lust with him.”

Professor Scher laughed as if that was an excellent joke, and Kurt felt his face turn into an icy mask.

There’s nothing funny about Sebastian and his inappropriate behaviour. Don’t expect me to laugh it off.

Professor Scher sighed. “But you’re as much of a stick-in-the-mud about it as Blaine. Seb’s harmless, really. A slut, yes, but he’s into consensual sex. He really thought Blaine was agreeing to it.”

“So did I,” Kurt said in clipped tones. “That’s why I left Blaine.”

Professor Scher nodded. “But by now you know better, right? Blaine’s not the kind to have hook-ups. And he’s really cut up about this misunderstanding. So take pity on the guy and take him back. He’s been sulking and whining non-stop and I’m sick of it.”

Kurt squared his jaw. “Thank you for the package, Professor.”

He turned around and left the office without one more word.

That afternoon, Sebastian dropped by the designers’ department to talk to Kurt, not in the least disturbed by Kurt’s arctic glare. “Paula says you’re miffed because I made a move on that hot colleague of hers. I didn’t know he was your boyfriend, man. If I’d known, I swear I’d have backed off.”

Kurt didn’t answer. He just turned back to his computer screen and went back to work.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” Sebastian insisted. “And pass that on to the boyfriend, too, will ya?”

Kurt tweaked a circle he’d just drawn and completely ignored Sebastian until he went away. When the door closed behind him, Kurt let out a shaky breath and willed away the tears that were threatening. My boyfriend. I wish.

When he opened the gift that night, it was a balm for his wounded soul. Blaine had sent him a beautifully illustrated fairy tale book, and the note that came with it read,

Dearest Kurt,

Sometimes I feel like I’m in a fairy tale, waiting for my prince to come and rescue me. Only, he was there all along, wasn’t he? I was just too blind to see it.

Kurt, my fair prince, I will dream of you at night and think of you by day and count down the days until you return to me, and we can live our happily ever after.

With all my love,

Blaine

K & B

Kurt did his best not to let his feelings show when he had class with Blaine, keeping his poker face on and not interacting with Blaine any more than he had to. That became harder week after week, because all Kurt could think of when he saw Blaine was the love notes and the gifts he kept sending Kurt.

The Burberry leash, because “it will go so well with your Burberry rain coat” – and of course it did.

The charming Alice in Wonderland themed tea set, complete with chamomile tea and a pot of organic honey, because “I heard you coughing in class, and I don’t want you to get ill again, please. This will soothe your sore throat and help you fall asleep.”

Blaine had always been attentive and caring, and Kurt had thrilled to that from the very beginning, but now Blaine was taking it to a whole new level, and slowly but surely chipping away at the walls Kurt had put up.

Kurt was starting to look forward to the gifts and the notes, and knew he would miss them when Blaine’s charm offensive ended.

Three weeks into the spring semester, Kurt hummed happily as he came home from R/GA and put leashes on the poodles to take them to the park. It was Friday, so he had the whole weekend to look forward to, and at eight p.m, he’d be picking up three other dogs to go jogging with Trent, who no doubt would have a new surprise for him. Kurt couldn’t wait to see what it was.

In the park, Kurt let the poodles run free for a moment and sat on a bench, day-dreaming. All of a sudden, his phone went off. An unknown number was calling him, and proved quite persistent. The ringing continued for a long time, and as soon as his phone pinged with a missed call notice, the same number called again.

Frowning, Kurt accepted the call. “Hello?”

“Hello, Mr Hummel. This is Denise Peters of the Sweetest Thing Bakery. You had an appointment with us at four p.m. to discuss your wedding cake and taste samples, but neither you nor Mr Anderson showed up.”

Kurt, thinking on his feet, said, “Let me check my agenda, ma’am.”

He rifled through one of his text books for school and then added, “Oh dear, it seems like we got our wires crossed. I have the appointment jotted down for tomorrow, at the same time. I’m so sorry, ma’am. Blaine must have made a mistake writing down the date.”

“So you’re still interested in having your wedding cake made by us?”

“Oh, definitely, ma’am, you were our top pick,” Kurt lied glibly.

Denise seemed mollified by his praise and rang off with a “Oh, all right then, see you tomorrow at four!”

Kurt put his phone back into his pocket, whistled at the poodles to call them to him, and took them back home, fuming inside, and already thinking of what he was going to say to Blaine.

Seriously, who plans a whole wedding for someone he’s not even dating? Was this supposed to be Blaine’s last surprise? “I’ve brought all your friends and family here, and they’re expecting us to get married today. Surprise!” That is just wrong on so many levels!

As soon as the poodles were in the apartment and their food and drink bowls had been topped off, Kurt jogged to Blaine’s apartment, furious clean through.

When he banged on the door, though, it was Trent who answered, explaining that Blaine had turned into a dog again the previous night. Kurt knew the transformation had been involuntary, as always, but still, it incensed him even more that he’d have to wait a week to confront Blaine about this. The anger swirling in his gut exploded, and before Kurt knew it, all his vexation came tumbling out, the words coming so fast and furious that he stumbled over them.

Trent patted him on the arm and led him to the sofa with a, “I’ll make us some coffee and we can talk it over, okay?”

Kurt sank down on the sofa with a sigh. This whole situation is such a mess!

Then, he noticed the state of the coffee table, which was chock-full of books and papers, and he decided to make some room for the coffee tray. But when he crouched down to pick up a few books and put them elsewhere, he recognised the top one as one of his own scrapbooks. How did that get here? He looked at the other books, and yes, they were all his. How did Blaine persuade Burt to give him Kurt’s scrapbooks?

And then Kurt remembered the call from the bakery and gritted his teeth. Of course. Blaine must have called Dad with his wedding spiel, too.

Kurt took the topmost book of the stack. He recognised his most recent wedding scrapbook, compiled when he was about sixteen. He’d used several of these ideas for Burt and Carole’s wedding, but had adapted them to fall colours and a ditto theme.

A few brightly coloured pieces of paper fluttered out of the book, and that tickled Kurt’s curiosity. He picked them up, and read on the first one, “Top three for blue orchids: Stephanotis, Mary Quite Contrary, Top Pick Flowers. See wedding binder for more.” The second one was about venues. “First available date at the Bowery Ballroom: 7th of June. At the NY Public Library: 14th of July. At the Loeb boathouse: 9 September. For more dates and venues: see wedding binder.”

Intrigued now, Kurt sat down again and cracked open the book. It was full of post-its. Each one proved that Blaine had taken note of Kurt’s wedding preferences and researched suppliers that could turn his vision into reality.

Moreover, the post-it notes also contained proposal ideas, each of them so very Blaine that they made Kurt tear up.

Contrary to what Kurt had thought, Blaine hadn’t made any definitive plans yet. Most of the post-its mentioned the top three suppliers and a reference to this ‘wedding binder’.

Kurt looked for the binder on the coffee table, and soon, he was completely engrossed in it. Blaine had thought of everything, making lists of suppliers for every aspect of the wedding, with extensive notes as to whom Blaine would pick and why. “I’d go with Stephanotis. Pricey but quality flowers, wide range on offer, quick delivery, beautiful compositions.”

Soon, Kurt was full-on sobbing, because what Blaine had put together was so perfect that it hurt. It hurt so much, because Kurt wanted it. He wanted it all, and he wanted it now. He was so tired of fighting this. He was done being angry and sad and lonely. His heart yearned for Blaine.

All of a sudden, there was a warm body next to him, and a long tongue licking the tears from his cheek. Blaine! As always when he was a dog, he knew just what Kurt needed. That realisation tipped Kurt over the edge and made him break down completely. He put his forehead against Blaine’s and cried his heart out.

How ironic was it that the puppy version of Blaine was so much more in touch with his emotions than human Blaine? Kurt had never once doubted puppy Blaine’s love and devotion, because it just shone from his eyes and transpired from his every move.

On and on rolled his tears, and on and on, a warm and agile tongue made them disappear. Rather than grossed out, Kurt felt cherished and loved. He closed his eyes and stroked Blaine’s back with the hand not holding the binder. I love you. I never stopped. I wouldn’t know how.

The next thing he knew, there were arms around him, and kisses all over his face, and a voice soft and sweet like honey whispering love declarations.

Blaine! He was human again!

Kurt knew that he had to be strong. That he had to hold out, like Trent had advised him. But Blaine was right there, wanting him. For now, yes. It might not last and it might not work, but he needed to do this. He needed Blaine to know that he felt the same. Still. Always. “I… I love you too.”

That made Blaine’s face light up from within, and he kissed Kurt’s cheek.

How had he transformed again so quickly? Kurt had had class with him only yesterday! And he always stayed a dog for a week. Unless…

And yes, when he asked, Blaine confirmed it. The curse had been broken. By Blaine licking him as a dog.

I’m sorry, what? True love’s kiss is supposed to be a fairy tale moment, and this is what I’m getting? So. Unfair. I wanted a real kiss! With fireworks going off in my head and a popping foot and everything like in the movies. This is such a let-down!

Blaine found Kurt’s indignation hilarious, which made Kurt even angrier, but then Blaine promised him as many kisses as he wanted, and that shut him up at once.

Oh yes, please!

Kurt closed his eyes and leaned in, and soon, Blaine’s lips were brushing his, tentatively at first, and then more firmly. It felt every bit as magical as Kurt had always hoped his first kiss would be, and he sighed happily and drew Blaine in closer.

Kurt could have stayed like this for days on end, the two of them exchanging kisses and sweet nothings and laughing from sheer happiness. But all too soon, his alarm went off to warn him he had dogs to walk. He sighed and got up.

“You’re leaving?” Blaine pouted.

“Duty calls,” Kurt sighed.

“I’ll come with you,” Blaine offered. As he stood up, a dangling motion alerted Kurt to the fact that Blaine was naked as the day he was born, and that sent him into fits of laughter.

“You… You had better… put some clothes on,” Kurt wheezed out as soon as he could speak again, “if you want to come with me.”

Blaine looked down in astonishment, and started laughing too. “I’ll be just a minute.”

Ten minutes later, they were walking the dogs of Kurt’s eight p.m. assignment to the park. That reminded Kurt of his jogging appointment with Trent. “I’m supposed to meet up with Trent. When did he leave, anyway? At some point, I looked up, and he was just… gone.”

Blaine smiled. “Somewhere around our first kiss. I don’t think he’ll show up tonight. Won’t want to be a third wheel.”

“Oh,” said Kurt.

“Do I sense disappointment?” Blaine asked. “What does Trent have that I don’t?”

Kurt felt his cheeks heat up. “No, it’s not… I… It’s just… Whenever we’ve gone jogging together, the past few weeks, Trent always slipped me a gift from you. I’m going to miss that. I looked forward to it every day.”

Blaine grinned. “Wait ‘till we’re in the park.”

As soon as the dogs were running around freely, Blaine took something out of his coat pocket and handed it to Kurt. “For you.”

It proved to be a unicorn brooch, with colours that really popped, and a note that made Kurt’s throat clog up and reach for Blaine with trembling hands. “Never. You’re all I can see, too. You’re it, for me.”

Blaine beamed and kissed him again, so thoroughly that he took Kurt’s breath away.

When he came up for air, Kurt said, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that. You know, I never understood what all the fuss about kissing was for. Swapping spit doesn’t seem sexy, does it? But I get it now. I love kissing you. I never want to stop.”

That declaration made Blaine reach for Kurt’s face and claim his lips again.

The dogs got less petting and a longer playtime than usual that night, but none of them seemed to mind in the least. Their frolicking showed that they were just as happy as Kurt and Blaine.

After the dogs had been brought back to their respective homes, Blaine took Kurt’s hands in his. “You’re still dog-sitting, right?”

Kurt nodded. “For another three weeks and a half. Until the 20th of February.”

“Can I come with you?” Blaine asked. “Please? I won’t… I promised I won’t try anything. I just… I haven’t slept properly in weeks. I just want to hold you and know that I’m home.”

“Ha! You won’t be. It’s not even my home.”

“Home is not a place, for me,” said Blaine. “It’s the people that I love that make me feel at home. Wherever we are.”

Kurt smiled tremulously. “Aww, you sap!”

“So can I come?”

Blaine unleashed the full force of his puppy eyes on Kurt, and of course Kurt gave in.

Later, when they lay in bed together, Kurt knew exactly what Blaine had meant. He’d clambered into bed and into Blaine’s waiting arms, and it did feel like coming home.

They kissed for a good long while, until they started to nod off.

“Well, we’d best get some sleep,” Kurt sighed. “I have to get up early again tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, beautiful,” Blaine said.

“Goodnight, honey.”

“Kurt? May I take you on a date tomorrow?”

Kurt smiled into the darkness. “Yes. Yes, you may.”

#klaine fanfiction #my fic #puppy eyes #chapter 17 #oh my goodness this is schmoopy

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Thanks to the lovely @abovethesmokestacks for taking the time to answer these! Get to know more about lovely Pia, go give her a follow and then show her some love!

These questions are from this list. You should check it out, there’s 50 questions all together and they’d be great to ask your favorite fic writer!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fan-fiction?

I started back in 2008 when I was 21 years old.

2) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I do enjoy both, but lately it's been more reader inserts. It's challenge to write a good reader insert, to make them a natural part of the setting, to make them relatable to your audience and find a way to make them click with the other characters. Because they are meant to be a character you should be able to see yourself in, it tests your ability to make the character both approachable to a wide range of readers, yet specific enough to mesh with the story. 

3) What is your favorite genre to write for?

Well, I have been called the angst queen on numerous occasions. Apparently I am a sucker for making myself and others hurt. 

4) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

Oh Jesus, probably one of the Twilight fics I wrote during the dark days of my ff.net run. I got swept up in the hype and with a few exceptions, I have no qualms about tossing those fics into a volcano. 

5) When is your preferred time to write?

When I have both inspiration, motivation and time. Sadly, sometimes that happens at night and let's just say I have sometimes sacrificed sleep in favour of a story. Generally, though, I don't have a preferred time of day.

6) Where do you take your inspiration from?

From anything and everything. Something I've seen or heard or experienced, videos I've seen, songs I've listened to.

7) In your Sweet Dreams - Assorted Flavors fic, what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

The final scenes of Assorted Flavours is close to my heart. Same with the scene in the Easy As Pie-chapter where they discuss Bucky's metal arm.

8) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

I haven't made major amendments. Someone may have pointed out typos or missing words which I have edited, but nothing storyline-wise. 

9) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?

I am a sucker for a lot of Seb's characters, especially Bucky and Hal. And Chris Beck. They are fun to write and there is so much that can be done and explored with them. 

10) Who is your least favorite character to write for? Why?

I wanna preface this by saying it's not so much I dislike them as I find them hard to write well. Tony and Thor hard for me to write because I can't seem to connect as easily with them as I can with other characters, and I'd hate to do these guys wrong.

11) How did you come up with the title for the Sweet Dreams - Assorted Flavors?

This is the eternal struggle with me, to come up with a good title. I knew I wanted something that alluded to reader being a baker and one my Spotify playlist shuffled to Emily Browning's rendition of Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This). For the sequel series, I wanted to continue on the same theme, and my friend Loup helped me land on Sweet Dreams - Assorted Flavours. 

12) How did you come up with the idea for Sweet Dreams - Assorted Flavours?

I am not entirely sure anymore, but it may have included a conversation about Bucky Barnes (or Seb, or both) and cupcakes, and evolved into an idea about Bucky finding a nightopen bakery during one of his nightly walks through Brooklyn (because obviously). 

13) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

I have two. One is a Twilight fic that I abandoned and deleted when I left behind my ff.net account for good. It was never going to get finished and I didn't want any WIPs on the account. I didn't delete the account, it's basically there as an archive, but yeah. Deleted that story because I was never going to finish it. The second fic is a Gilmore Girls collab fic I started YEARS ago with a friend from Australia. It was put on hiatus when my friend started writing original fiction. That one I would love to finish, but I don't know how likely that is.

14) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

None that I am really aching to do a sequel for. That being said, with the right inspiration, I could possibly nake a third fic in the little verse I created with Hal in Cling To Me and Cling To You.

15) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

Surprisingly, no. I've been happy with the endings to all of my fics.

16) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Are we talking other fanfic writers or other fiction writers? For fanfic writers, just go into my fic rec tag. All of them are immensely talented in their own way. I will give special props to the writers of Not Easily Conquered because what they did with that series has fucked me up for life and I have the tattoo to prove it. For fiction writers, I do love Rowling for what she created with Harry Potter. I remember reading the books as they were published and just... I was mezmerized! I also love everything Neil Gaiman writes, it's dark and quirky and has that little something that takes hold of you. I can reread Pullman's His Dark Materials over and over just for the amazing world and mythology he created for that series. 

17) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

I usually don't reread stories I haven't clicked with, so not really.

18) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

Both. I have a Bucky playlist on Spotify that I usually crank whenever I am writing a fic that features him. But I can just as well write in silence.

19) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Yes. I cried while writing With Him I Will Stay and Goodbye for example.

20) Which part of your Sweet Dreams fic was the hardest to write?

There wasn't one part that was specifically harder to write than others. I do sometimes get stuck on transitions, how to move from one scene to the next as smoothly as possible. If anything, writing Sweet Dreams has taught me that sometimes it's totally okay to just shift scenes and not make a big deal out of it. Not everything has to be complex.

21) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

Often I have a rough idea of how I want things to play out, focus points that I want to include that function as pit stops for me as I write. The only time I haven't made a clear outline was for Kintsugi. I let the prompt guide me and hopes like hell it made sense.

22) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

That it's a process and you learn. I was so worried about writing perfectly. When I started out in the Gilmore Girls fandom and posting at ff.net, it was really common to have a beta reader. I was new, I had no one to beta read and I kept obsessing over getting things right until I realized that I didn't HAVE to have a beta reader and that yeah, I made mistakes but I could learn from them and from reading other what other people wrote.

23) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Maybe Snapshots. Or my T.J fic. I love them both dearly.

24) In contrast to 23 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Not to the point where it's an eye roll because I do like the attention my fics get. I was very surprised though by the amount of notes that flooded in for a drabble called Fight Night.

25) Are any of your characters based on real people?

I haven't really made use of a lot of OC's. Aiden from Make Me Feel Like I'm Real is the only one that qualifies and with him it's all in how he looks. When I came up with him, I had a very vivid image of a man that looked like a mix of Donald Glover and Daveed Diggs. His personality came quite naturally as he started interacting more with T.J.

26) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

There are so many that have made me blush so hard. One that I remember very vividly was when @lostinthoughtsandfeelings-blog commented on Soft Devotion that it made them feel the same kind of empowerment that the Wonder Woman soundtrack evoked!

27) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

I have been very lucky so far in the criticism that I've gotten. Mostly it's just been typos or something similar that's been pointed out. When I started out on ff.net there were a few who commented that they didn't understand where I was going with a certain story. I think for one fic I got a comment about having dragged it out for too long, but that's about it.

28) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

I do share some of them, simply because I get excited about them or because it's an idea that comes from a conversation that ends with "I need to fic this!!"

29) Do people know you write fan-fiction?

My husband knows, but he doesn't really know what it is (despite my attempts to explain). A few of my old school mates know I write, but otherwise no. I don't really talk about writing fan-fiction with people outside the fandoms I write for.

30) What’s you favorite minor character you’ve written?

I love Steve's parts in Sweet Dreams, and anything that involves Sam.

31) What spurs you on during the writing process?

If I'm writing a series, the feedback from previous chapters do so much to encourage me. Feedback in general motivates me. I often ask friends to give me feedback on certain scenes or passages while I write and seeing their excitement does a lot to help me push through and finish.

32) What’s your favorite trope to write?

AUs and A/B/O for sure.

33) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

I can't remember exactly which one, but it was a Gilmore Girls fic.

34) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

I'd love to say fluff, but angst just hurts so good, and getting screamed at in caps-lock is kinda fun.

#milestone celebration #ask the author #abovethesmokestacks

[midnight-in-town]

Recap post: why Undertaker may not be the mastermind behind the blue sect

A/N: this is just a theory, please let me know if you think I forgot something or if there is a point that’s not clear. Very long post, heavy with spoilers.

First of all, I think we can all agree that, whoever the mastermind is, there isn’t any doubt that they are a supernatural character...

...And narratively speaking, after the Campania and Weston arcs, it’s indeed logical for both the readers and the characters to initially assume that the most likely suspect when the dead is brought back to life (here: real!Ciel aka Lord Sirius, as well as maybe the other Lords) is UT himself.

However, are we really sure at this point that Yana will go for the same ploy for the third time? Well, obviously this theory is here to propose that Yana won’t play the predictable card after such a complex and long arc. :) Onto the hints:

A different motus operandi...

Different “bizarre dolls”...

...Thus a different mastermind?

real!Ciel vs our!Ciel

UT in ch108 & ch120

Additional links

1) A different motus operandi...

...Which for now creates a plot hole if UT is the mastermind, because what we were shown of the blue sect’s method (= blood transfusions + ???) doesn’t fit with UT’s previous technique to bring back the dead during the Campania (= editing cinematic records with fake memories) and Weston (= editing CRs with “episodes” aka yearning for the future) arcs.

One argument would be to say that he changed his method of editing cinematic records to base his project on blood transfusions (+ something else) instead after Weston, but...

...He seemed to find Ryan’s attempt of using science to bring back the dead laughable during the Campania arc, so for now it’s hard to think he would have ended up using science as well. 

Another argument I’ve seen would be to say that the BDs we saw during the Campania/Weston arcs were from old experiments and that he actually changed his method a while back, but as brilliantly put by @thedarkestcrow [x]:

If he had known all along how to make a perfect Bizarre Doll, why did he wait so long? And why would he risk being found out and risk that the twin (if he really hid him) would be found by creating the failed Bizarre Dolls? No one suspected Undertaker of anything until the Campania arc so even if he did indeed hide the twin it may have been much easier if he had hidden his true identity and his experiments, too.

Besides, as pointed out by @hitsugikuro​, assuming that Othello and UT do know each other (”50 years ago”)...

...it’s possible that Othello was speaking of UT in ch119 when he mentioned someone (a deserting Shinigami?) who wasn’t “very knowledgeable in this [science] field”, thus reminding us possibly once more of UT’s opinion about bringing back the dead through science and crossing him out of the suspect list.

Secondly, there is also the fact that the blue sect has been existing for at least a year and a half, because we know that Bravat was regularly transfusing old Lords from the Parliament until recently...

...which indicates a switch in the sect’s purpose (researching about blood transfusion and helping the old Lords => bringing back the “star Lords”) from the moment Bravat opened the Sphere Music Hall and used the ex-prefects to attract the masses & start massive blood collects during Summer 1889.

Of course, UT could have been a part of them but, again, he doesn’t seem to favor science that much and, even when he was “a part of��� the Aurora society, he was pretty much working alone on his bizarre doll project. 

Finally, there is a significant item to mention...

...because surely UT’s “treasure” has to be relevant and maybe even the primary reason he’s trying to bring back the dead. However, there is one interesting thing to notice: if we’re assuming that these lockets represent people UT was fond of, then Vincent and real!Ciel should be on this chain too and yet they’re not.

The explanation for this is rather simple thanks to ch105 though, at least where Vincent is concerned:

So maybe it was the same for the twin: UT didn’t think that his method could bring Vincent and the twin back as bizarre dolls (because the circumstances of their death damaged their bodies too much?), hence why he had no locket for either of them.

TL;DR if UT’s motus operandi in the Campania & Weston arcs is signficantly different from the mastermind’s motus operandi in this arc then it means...

2) Different “bizarre dolls”...

This part is assuming that Seb indeed never lied and that he was summoned through real!Ciel's sacrifice (after a stab in the heart) and eating his soul, meaning that real!Ciel died at 10 years old and yet...

He definitely looks as if he never died and is going to turn 14 (?), like our!Ciel. 

Again, the difference in methods is probably the reason real!Ciel looks/acts so normal (compared to even Agares, UT’s last masterpiece) and all grown up, when it shouldn’t be possible since there aren’t many doubts that he died and Seb ate his soul, 4 years ago (unless Seb was somehow fooled?). 

Secondly, aside from real!Ciel, we probably only saw Lord Polaris so far (since Polaris is Sirius’ butler, real!Ciel is Lord Sirius and Agni’s killer used knives like Polaris)...

...and Agni, who was a very strong human himself, commented on his killer being unusually strong. So could Polaris’ abnormal strength be the result of these blood transfusions or, more generally, of how the blue sect brings the dead back? 

In the first place, only demons should naturally and abnormally be stronger than humans in Kuro!Verse (Shinigamis aren’t). However we know that, just like science is apparently currently used to bring the dead back, it was also used before in the story to introduce abnormal strength for humans...

...when Ciel met Finny while on another (older) mission for the Queen in Germany. 

TL;DR if UT is not the mastermind but someone else is: what if real!Ciel and the other star Lords came back as some sort of perfect equivalent to UT’s original bizarre dolls, because different scientific methods were put together to achieve such a “perfect” result? 

Of course, this only works if, instead of UT, the mastermind is...

3) ...Thus a different mastermind?

At this point, there is only one possibility amongst the characters we already know, because there is only one person who showed interest in UT’s bizarre dolls...

...when Ciel told her about it, in June 1889, after the Weston arc. Of course, Victoria most likely isn’t a supernatural being, so she was surely helped by her loyal John Brown who would do anything for her (remember that his eyes are always conveniently hidden => there is a good chance he could be supernatural).

The mastermind behind the sect being supernatural!Brown and following Victoria’s wishes works in regards to the whole timeline too:

Bravat’s blue sect was originally used to experiment about blood transfusion until summer 1889...

“if this method can be made to work, it will be a ‘miracle cure’ that can bring the mortally wounded back from the brink of death. I’ve heard that the army is actively conducting experiments to discover just what is necessary to make it a success” => Wolfram, ch114.

...until Victoria and Brown learnt about UT’s bizarre doll from Ciel himsef in June 1889.

Brown then started to experiment by himself, not knowing about UT’s own method, giving the “star Lords” to Bravat’s sect and switching its purpose to using blood transfusion (+???) in order to bring them back from death:

that’s why the Sphere music hall was apparently opened during Summer 1889 and why the massive blood collects only started then

+ knowing about the incident at Weston would also be how Brown tricked the ex prefects and had Bravat using them to attract the masses.

Secondly, Othello said that the technology used by the sect was very advanced (and proof of supernatural involvement)...

and as @hitsugikuro pointed out before, it does look similar to Sieglinde’s own "lab” given to her by Queen Victoria and we know that war against Germany is the reason Victoria was so looking forward to Sieglinde working for “England’s future”.

War against Germany is probably also the reason Ciel was sent two years ago in Germany to take care of those researchers who were experimenting about artificially enhanced strength, which is when he met and saved Finny, by the way. 

We don’t know what happened then, but maybe our!Ciel brought back the formula for this “abnormal strength” to the Queen, or maybe England developed their own, which might explain why Agni described his killer (Polaris) as abnormally strong, if this technique was used on the “star Lords” as well.

Finally...

there might be a political aspect to the plan with the blue sect, which is to say that Bravat might have also gotten rid of those lords from the Parliament (ch125) so that it would be more difficult for the Parliament to refuse Victoria’s plans for war. Remember...

...the Queen might not rule but...

...she has some loyal helpers.

TL;DR the whole point to keep in mind is that Victoria is getting ready for war: that’s why she wanted Sieglinde and her SuLIN, why she sent Ciel to destroy that German lab where Finny was experimented on, why she wants zombie war weapons through bringing back the dead and why she might have assassinated parlimentarians who stood in her way. 

The blue sect is simply here to get her what she wants through first mastering the blood transfusion technique (to lose less soldiers), and then a way to experiment about bringing the dead back (to eventually turn more of them into war weapons). 

4) real!Ciel vs our!Ciel

Or why Brown and Victoria would bring back the twin now, in order to antagonize the current Watchdog.  There again, there is a possibility for an answer, but first of all, let me insist on why this part for now also makes no sense if UT is the mastermind.

To this day, I do not think that real!Ciel’s actions are particularly predictable to anyone (please check this post by @akumadeenglish​). Seeing the latest chapters before the flashback, it’s evident that he’s not exactly in his right mind and there are many possibilities as to why that is, but for now he’s definitely supposed to be antagonistic. 

Meanwhile, UT is literally one of the few characters who has no reason to wish harm on our!Ciel: it always was noticeable in the way he used to give him advice, to watch over him, to imply that he wouldn’t let Seb have his way with his soul, because of UT’s long attachment to the Phantomhive family.

And since UT probably feels/felt the same attachment towards the twin (and doesn’t favor him, by his own words), it doesn’t make a lot of sense to think that he was hoping for real!Ciel and our!Ciel to fight against each other, or for our!Ciel to be isolated from anyone but Sebastian (since the sect took Lizzie away and real!Ciel almost took Soma away).

Back to the Queen and Brown though, they’re the ones who actually have a few reasons to be crossed with our!Ciel, since:

After the curry arc, he more or less sheltered Agni (one of the culprits) despite his crimes 

During the circus arc, he burnt those children, which led to him lying to the Queen about his report

but the Queen found out and organized a murder party as a punishment (@ thanks Grey)

After the green witch arc, he made sure that Sieglinde wouldn’t give or produce for the Queen anything like the SuLIN gas

but the Queen and Brown weren’t fooled, which led to Brown comparing his efficiency to Vincent’s, who is dead.

So for all we know, the current arc might partially be the result of Victoria seeing through his lies about the SuLIN gas in ch108 and being fed up with him for not being a very obedient doggy. Thus why...

real!Ciel came back as an absolutely similar copy of the Queen’s current watchdog (same age (?), same height, no change of identity, same earrings), so that she would replace the bad doggy with a more obedient one (who might be dependent on those blood transfusions and thus more loyal to her), without having to explain what happened to the previous one since the twins are now exactly similar. 

And if somehow you think that it makes her heartless to treat someone who works so hard for her that way, well, maybe it’s time to consider the idea that she has something to do with happened to Vincent and Rachel (and maybe Claudia too, who knows...). xD

TL;DR UT would have no reason to create a feud amongst his beloved Phantomhive family, considering he’s always been more of an ally to them than anything else, which leads to the final part of the explanation...

5) UT in ch108 & ch120

Or, if this theory is accurate, the red herrings that Yana showed to make us think UT was initially behind it all for the third time, since UT was with the twin in these two chapters. However, first please consider the settings of both meetings:

it’s at night

UT is creeping around, as if he wants to be undetected.

Then onto what supposedly happened...

I’ll quote @thedarkestcrow​‘s words once again to explain (A+ writing <3):

Instead of being the mastermind of the sect and supporting it I could rather see him trying to prevent or delay the sect’s success. The one time we saw him he gave one of the Ciels (and it was probably the twin) some liquid and remember his words? (see above)

When he visited the twin/Sirius that night the twin’s condition seemed quite well. Afterwards, however, we saw him having these arms (see above).

So UT may have intentionally worsened the twin’s state. Not with the intention to kill him, of course, but he may have tried to delay his full awakening in order to get time to maybe solve this situation in order to help both twins, not just one.

An idea which would in turn explain why he was checking the twin’s wrist (as if looking for any needle mark, to assess what was going on, maybe?) ...

...as well as that single panel from ch120 that showed him as very affectionate.

Because remember what I said about UT’s “treasure”? If real!Ciel and Vincent didn’t have a locket, it might be because UT’s own method of bringing back the dead (through editing the cinematic records) didn’t make it possible for them to come back (too damaged bodies?). So seeing the twin “alive” again must have felt like a shock to UT who cares a lot about the P family (hence the affectionate gesture of ch120), even if he probably tampered with the twin’s “well being” anyway... 

because he wanted to stall for time

because he couldn’t bear the idea that the twin too was used as another of the Queen’s pawns (since he dislikes her a lot).

6) Additional links

This part is just an addendum for me to add several links to posts that belong with this theory but that I didn’t particularly include in the explanation (otherwise I would have died):

A reason for the slow pace of this arc by @thedarkestcrow (it works with UT or with Brown)

why didn’t Tanaka look surprised about the twin coming back? 

The Undertaker playing chess against the Queen by @hitsugikuro

About Sebastian not being the Undertaker’s main enemy by @hitsugikuro​

About the Undertaker trying to thwart the Queen’s war plans

My personal interpretation of the Undertaker’s words in ch105 (to explain why he’s probably not after harming our!Ciel)

Please feel free to ask if anything is unclear, I’m so sorry that this was so long to read but I really believe that, if this arc is taking so long to be finished, it’s because it ties with older arcs/different subplots (besides the 2CT that’s taking a large place of the arc, obviously), hence the gigantic theory. xD

Thanks for reading so far. ^3^ 

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