Left-of-Black

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i was tagged by @leejinklies to post my phone home and lock screen, last song i listened to and last selfie i took so here we go hgfdsa

i’m always bitch for tigers and i’ve been listening to last call on repeat because its such a good song to cut people off to.. also takin my puppo on adventures ye

I’ll tag @minnu @yugyeomia @puppyprincesses @angelyoons @annlka @naktiak and @yoonchul only if you want to of course ♥♥ if you don’t feel like posting a selfie feel free to just ignore that part~

Scared To Be Lonely

Requested: nope

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader stumbles upon Sebastian in a bar and takes him on a journey he will truly remember.


It was only one o'clock in the afternoon when he entered the rundown pub. It was the closest one to his old apartment that he just unoccupied. Balancing one of the brown cardboard boxes with his left hand, he grabbed the black metal door with his right, he swung it open and stepped in.

It was dark inside the pub, the lighting was dimmed to fit the ambiance. As he walked to the bar he slid his sunglasses up so that they rest on his head, pushing back some pieces of his hair that fell in front of his face.

“The usual I’m guessing?” The bartender asked.

“Yup, but make it two this time.” Sebastian mumbled, obviously not in the mood for anything. The only thing he wanted to do was drink himself into oblivion, just forget everything and repeat it again the next day.

The bartender sat the napkin down before putting the glass on top. He bent down and grabbed a mickey of an amber liquid and proceeded to pour twice the amount he usually did into Sebastian’s cup. Sebastian gave him a simple nod for gratitude. He picked up the glass that held the scotch, swirled the cup around for a bit slowly then decided to take a sip. As he did Sebastian cleared his throat as he felt the alcohol burn his throat a bit. Surprisingly he isn’t immune to the feeling yet.

His box of possessions sat right beside him to his left. He looked over and sighed at the sight in front of him. The only items left in that dreadful apartment were some family photos, a couple of books he never got around to read, a baseball glove from a Yankees game he went to when he was eight years old with his father, and some CD’s from the 90’s.

Sebastian was brought out of his trance when he heard the hustle and bustle of the city. Someone came into the pub and sat themselves a couple of bar stools down from him.

“What can I get you sweetheart?” The bartender asked his new customer.

“Hmm, let me think.” She mumbled mostly to herself, she looked to the gentleman to her left and saw the drink he was nursing. “Whatever he’s having.” She suggested while taking off her jean jacket and placing it on the bar.

As the woman looked over to the man again she rose her eyebrow, wondering why the hell someone was there at one o'clock in the afternoon. The girl had her reasons, but she couldn’t help but wonder why he would be there, especially at this time.

“Here you go, let me know if you want any food or something else to drink.” The bartender stated while walking to the back where the kitchen was.

“Let me guess… problem with your girlfriend?” The woman asked Sebastian as he took another sip of his scotch. He decided it was best to ignore her, pretend she’s not there so he can drown in his own thoughts.

“Boyfriend? I mean hey I’m not one to judge.” The woman tried again, hopefully getting a reaction out of Sebastian. He rolled his eyes and finally faced her. The woman’s right hand was holding the glass while the left was under her chin, holding her head up and she leaned on the bar.

“Uhm no, and quite frankly none of your business lady.“  He shot back while downing the rest of his drink in frustration.

“Hey man I’m just trying to lighten the mood.” She chuckled while pivoting the chair so she could face the stranger. The man let out a frustrating groan and pushed his empty glass away from him. Sebastian grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and took out a couple of bills and threw it on the bar.

“Oh c'mon, don’t tell me you’re gonna be pissy about a joke.” It was her turn to role her eyes this time. “Okay, you’re obviously stubborn, and extremely serious so this friendship is not gonna work out.”

“Friendship? We met five minutes ago.” He stated looking at his watch to clarify what he said.

“Yup, see people have the tendency to like me, or even fall in love with me.” She laughed while flicking her (y/h/c) over her shoulder for a dramatic effect.

“Oh darling, that dream of yours will come crashing down on you, and it’ll happen soon.” He said in an monotone type voice.

“It’s (y/n) actually. The only time you can call me darling is if you buy me dinner.” Her (y/e/c) eyes never leaving his light, grayish blue ones.

“Well (y/n) it was nice meeting you, but fuck off.” With that he got his brown, leather, torn up wallet from his back pocket, took a few bills and threw them on the bar. As he grabbed his cardboard box of belongings he couldn’t help but feel annoyed from this stranger and her behaviour towards him.

“See you soon buddy” was heard in the distance as Sebastian pushed the black metal door that lead to hustle and bustle of New York City


will edit later because I wrote this on my phone…

Part 2 coming soon!
Black Webseries pt.2

here are some other Black webseries that i’ve seen since the last post about Black webseries that deserve a little attention as well. as always, feel free to add to the list…

Our Imperfect Union

Left of Black, hosted by Mark Anthony Neal

How Men Become DOGS

Fly Guys: The F Word

That Guy

Hello Cupid

The Year After

Redemption: For Colored Boys

The Complex

Truth Unspoken

2nd Quarter

The Peculiar Kind

Circle of Revenge

Breach Drama

Out of the Blue

Not By Choice

Black Women Don’t Deserve to be Loved

Oops

Skye’s the Limit

Bois

Sunny Reign

Finding Me

The Marriage Tour

The Life and Times of Abigail Waller

Honey Do

M.E.N. 

Staying Together

Thirty Below

Shitty Fabulous Lives

African Time

Celeste Bright

Gidi Up

Jily Soulmates

So that one Soulmate AU that’s been floating around where whatever you write on yourself appears on your soulmate’s skin…

  • Lily Evans doesn’t believe in soulmates.
  • Like sure she knows they exist, but she doesn’t believe that her soulmate is the only person who’s compatible with her. She doesn’t believe that her soulmate is the person that she should marry, she’ll marry whoever she wants, soulmate or not.
  • That doesn’t stop her from drawing on her arm.
  • Usually, she connects her freckles to form weird constellations across her skin.
  • Sometimes she doodles little flowers, or shapes, or swirls.
  • She never writes anything down.
  • She’s heard stories about soulmates recognizing each other by handwriting, and she doesn’t want that to happen to her. She wants someone to love her for who she is, not because they recognize her by her handwriting and realize that she’s their soulmate.
  • Her soulmate, however, doesn’t have the same beliefs.
  • Their handwriting is messy, and sprawls across Lily’s right arm (she realizes with a start that they must be left-handed).
  • Sometimes they write notes to themselves, and other times they’re for her:
  • Soulmate? Are you there?, Nice doodles, How come you never write back?
  • Sometimes they write her strange poems or ask her why her drawings don’t look like quill ink.
  • (Lily is very confused by this, being muggleborn and all, and it isn’t until later when she goes to Hogwarts that she realizes her soulmate was confused b/c she was writing in pen).
  • Her soulmate is a little strange, often spouting words she doesn’t know like “muggle” or “quidditch”, but she also thinks that it’s just a little bit charming.
  • They’re a friend, of a sort, and she enjoys their company.
  • Skip forward to Lily’s first day at Hogwarts.
  • Suddenly, the strange words on her arm make sense b/c her soulmate must be a wizard.
  • (They also must be the same age as her b/c they keeps nervously writing about houses on their arm).
  • She wonders who they are, but pushes the thought away as she enters the Great Hall and is surrounded by a crowd of people.
  • The night passes in a blur, and it isn’t until the next morning that she checks her arm.
  • Soulmate, it’s official. I’m leaving you. I’m in love.
  • Lily rolls her eyes and shrugs on her robes, being super-extra-careful to pull on armbands over her arms. (She’s still very averse to the idea of meeting her soulmate).
  • She smiles at her dorm mates, and together they leave their room and head for the Great Hall.
  • Her friends are nice, most of them cooing over the writing on their arms and trying to get a glimpse of each others.
  • Lily politely refuses to show them her arms, claiming that she’ll marry whoever she wants, even if it isn’t her soulmate.
  • (And she really hopes it isn’t that James Potter fellow, because Merlin is he annoying. He won’t stop talking, and he’s so loud and messy, and she can’t check his arms b/c for some reason he’s wearing armbands too).
  • If she has to marry her soulmate, she decides, she hopes that it’s Remus Lupin. He’s charming, and sweet, and quiet, and he knows how to be polite (She gets a glimpse of his left arm though, and she knows that the careful cursive on it isn’t hers).
  • Anyway, her years at Hogwarts pass in a blur.
  • Year one is pretty uneventful, as is year two.
  • In year three, Lily decides to stop looking at her arms, and keeps them covered by the arm bands.
  • In year four, Peter Pettigrew’s words become permanent, signifying that his soulmate has died.
  • In year five, James Potter won’t leave her alone, commenting that their armbands must mean that they’re made for each other.
  • (”In your dreams, Potter,” Lily replies with a huff as he asks her to Hogsmeade).
  • In year six, Lily notices that James Potter is left-handed. She hopes that it’s just a coincidence, but she can’t ignore the identical ink stain on their hands.
  • She also can’t ignore the way that her heart flutters every time he talks to her. The way she smiles a little every time he tilts his head back and laughs. How she blushes when he says her name, how he’s the one who catches her eye during Quidditch games.
  • She can’t ignore how she’s starting to feel for him.
  • Soulmate, she writes on her arm on the last day of her sixth year. She’s sitting in the common room, sweating from the summer heat, and Merlin is she bored, I’m leaving you. I’m in love.
  • Then she leaves the castle and heads for the Hogwarts Express.
  • (Elsewhere in the castle, James feels the tingling on his arm where he hasn’t since his third year. He reads the words carefully, a soft smile stretching across his face b/c even though he doesn’t recognize the handwriting, his soulmate finally wrote to him, and that’s exciting. He shows Sirius, who rolls his eyes. And Remus, who smiles. (He doesn’t show Peter, b/c the soulmate thing is a tough topic around him). He wants to show Lily, but she’s nowhere to be seen, and she’s probably already gone.)
  • Over the summer, Lily writes to her soulmate more and more. She doesn’t write anything important, just little things: lyrics of songs, the color of the sky, what she ate for breakfast. She figures that she loves someone else now, and her soulmate can’t possibly get in her way.
  • She goes back to Hogwarts without the armbands.
  • Somehow, James is oblivious to the fact that the writing on Lily’s right arm is his and the writing on her left arm is the same on his.
  • Remus notices almost immediately, but says nothing, a quiet smile on his lips. 
  • Lily and James are both oblivious for days.
  • And then, one day, Lily feels a tingling on her arm in the middle of Charms.
  • Quidditch practice tomorrow, her arm reads, and as she reads the next part of soulmate’s note to themself her heart almost stops, Act like a captain, train newbies, get Sirius to actually play.
  • Lily’s eyes widen, and she turns around to look at James Potter, who is distracted doodling on his arm.
  • Suddenly, she feels sick, and she excuses herself from the classroom and runs back to the common room.
  • It can’t be him. It just can’t. Because she loves him, and if he’s her soulmate, then it goes against everything she’s ever believed in.
  • Her hand shakes as she writes the words on her arm, I found you.
  • He doesn’t reply.
  • That evening, she’s wandering through the hallway when she runs into James Potter.
  • She opens her mouth, but before she can talk, he asks her if she wants to go to Hogsmeade with him.
  • She freezes, then nods (Soulmate or not she likes him).
  • He laughs and runs his hand through his hair, and then smiles and turns away.
  • Lily doesn’t have time to speak.
  • She forgets about it though after she goes on a date (and then quite a few more) with James. He’s funny, and charming, sweet. And when he kisses her his lips are warm and smooth.
  • She loves him, but soulmate be damned because that isn’t the reason why.
  • One day, as they’re sitting on the couch in the common room, he freezes and grabs her arm.
  • “You’re her.”
  • Lily nods, smiling.
  • “Why didn’t you tell me?”
  • Lily kisses him, breaking away with the words:
  • “Because it didn’t matter.”