Snowboarder back again!
So my manager was so nice about offering me leave and everything when I told her about my snowboarding accident.
Now I did manage to give myself a concussion and whiplash so basically I am having trouble processing what people are saying and then processing my replies back to them. But we were short staffed and I felt like I could go to work. So I took myself and my beat up body to work.
Fast forward to my first customer of the day, she asks me about 10 different questions in rapid succession, so I explain that I’ve got a concussion and ask if she could repeat the questions a little slower. This bitch then looks at me in disgust goes “I thought (name of store) was known for its customer service” and storms out! Like bitch I was trying to help you! It’s not my fault my brain isn’t working at the moment!
Te next customer I help was really patient and awesome when I was trying to explain our product to her (I forgot the words for sock, sheep, and wool. I work in a sheep wool store where our socks are our most popular product….). But then when she got to the counter and I asked for her email (store policy) she rattles off this very long complicated email and I get maybe the first three letters. Then when I ask her to repeat it she just huffs and tells me to forget it because it’s obviously too hard for me.
This went on all day. Customers just not giving me any slack when I struggled or treating me like I was dumb. It was just really hard, and I’m regretting not accepting the offer of paid leave. My body is so sore I struggled to take my shirt off at the end of the day, and my head is almost on repeat. I keep having to stop and think about everything four times before I say or type it.
C'mon Tom, don't be so harsh on Tord, maybe something happened to him when he first left? The first three letters of assume is ASS
Tom: If something happened when he left, you would think that he would let his friends know. But noooo he just left for eight years without even some sort of message saying ‘hello’ or ‘oh by the way, I’m still alive’. And then he just jumps into our lives out of nowhere and attempts to kill us and successfully killed Jo-
Fandom: Glee Pairing: Sebastian Smythe X Reader Word Count: 6,278 (I didn’t mean to make it this long I swear???) Author’s Note: Blaine is no longer at Dalton (he’s at McKinley and a senior so I think Kurt would be in New York at this point but we’re gonna pretend that he was visiting Blaine for a little bit), Sebastian is a junior at Dalton (idk how old he is honestly oops), __y/n__ is a sophomore. I honestly dunno anything about Blaine’s parents, I just imagine that they’re like really open-minded and awesome?? Also: I believe that every person has an exception to their sexuality. Even though __y/n__ considers herself gay, she’s not against the idea of being with a guy, it’s just not something she’s ever been interested in trying (until she got to know Sebastian). Also, I think Sebastian’s bi or pan, with a tendency to have sex with guys. I know they say in the show that he’s 100% gay, but I still firmly believe that he is just more male-centric, and would be sexually attracted to a female if it was the right one. ALSO THERE ARE SOME SOULMATE! THEMES?? IT’S NOT LIKE 100% SOULMATE AU BUT THAT’S LIKE WHY THEY GET TOGETHER SO QUICKLY.
“You didn’t tell me that good looks ran in the Anderson family.” Were the first words you ever heard Sebastian Smythe say, his arm extending out a hand for you to shake.
You took it, struggling to not roll your eyes as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said, slipping into your ‘male’ voice that you had been perfecting for the last year. It was a little deeper than your own voice, and it was slightly weird to hear it coming out of your mouth, but you felt like it helped with the whole 'pretending to be a boy’ thing.
You were Blaine’s sister, and Blaine had been trying to get the staff at Dalton to change the rules (could having a girl in the Warblers really hurt their chances at winning? Blaine didn’t think so) for years (he knew about just how badly you wanted to go to Dalton), but they always refused. Dalton Academy had been an all boys school since it was established, and that’s how it would stay.
Blaine, not one to give up, was the one who initially suggested that you dress like a boy. He thought that the rules were ignorant (a girl could really help with the Warblers’ vocal range), and he actually encouraged you to consider practicing talking and acting like a boy.
You had done as he recommended, and when you had finally approached your parents with the intention to ask your parents for the tuition money, they didn't judge you for wanting to go to the all boys school. Instead, they had laughed, said they thought it was a brilliant idea, warned you to be careful because they didn’t really want a lawsuit on their hands, and had given you the money you needed.
You, Blaine, and Kurt (he was in on the plan because he was Blaine's boyfriend and you loved him to death) had gone to the mall, bought you a binder, a new haircut, and a dozen outfits with Kurt’s seal of approval (meaning that you were going to be the best dressed cross dresser ever), and then you had applied to Dalton.
It took a bit of lying, your parents had even managed to get a copy of your birth certificate altered so that you were, legally, Eli _f/i_ Anderson, but you got in. Elizabeth was your given middle name, so you had taken the first three letters and used them as your male name.
Blaine wasn’t there anymore, but he told you that even though you couldn’t compete with the Warblers (no way anyone would be able to hear you sing and not think you were a girl), you could still trust the Warblers. Even Sebastian, who Blaine was actually pretty good friends with (much to Kurt’s distain).
Sebastian smiled, but it was more of a smirk than anything else. “The pleasure’s all mine.” He replied smoothly, and Blaine noticed with a grin that you were trying valiantly to keep the scowl off your face. You knew exactly about how he flirted shamelessly with Blaine, and with your extreme love for Kurt (seriously, if he was straight and you were straight, you would’ve snatched that boy up for yourself), you were not too fond of Sebastian. Even if he was a ridiculously good dancer and singer, his incredibly hot face meant nothing to you.
You extracted your hand from Sebastian’s, giving a real smile to the other Warblers. Them, you liked. You had watched almost every Warbler performance, but you hadn’t ever gotten to meet them before now.
“I’m a huge fan.” You said enthusiastically, and the Warblers looked at Blaine in surprise before chatting you with excitedly.
“Keep an eye on him, yeah?” Blaine requested, resting his palm on Sebastian’s shoulder.
Sebastian gave him a small smile that quickly blossomed into a smirk. “I’ll keep more than an eye on him.”
Blaine groaned and pulled his hand away from Sebastian’s shoulder, using it to smack Sebastian on the head. “Sebastian, no. Trust me, you’re not his type.”
Sebastian's green eyes flicked over to you, letting them trail over you appreciatively. You were petite, even shorter than Blaine, and you looked a little feminine, but it suited you. Your features were almost elfin and very different from Blaine’s, but he could still see a faint resemblance; in conclusion, Sebastian was immediately attracted to you.
“I’ve heard that before, and I’ve made my fair share of people change their mind.”
Blaine shook his head. “It’s not gonna work on Eli, I promise.”
“That sounds like a challenge, Anderson.” Sebastian said, and Blaine did not like the glint in Sebastian’s eyes.
“Sebastian,” Blaine started to warn him, but Sebastian waved his warning away and walked over to where you were talking eagerly with the other Warblers. He perched himself on a chair, and Blaine watched your gaze twitch over to Sebastian for a brief moment, before turning back to your conversation with Jeff.
Blaine grinned again. You could handle yourself against Sebastian’s charm, he was sure. With a wave to you and the other Warblers, Blaine disappeared through a door and made his way to his dad’s car, where Kurt was waiting.
“How’d it go?” Kurt asked, leaning across the seat and brushing a kiss across Blaine’s lips.
“Pretty good,” Blaine responded, a quiet light shining in his eyes as he looked at Kurt. “But I think Sebastian has a crush on __y/n__.”
Kurt looked at him for a moment in complete silence. “You’re not serious?”
“Wish I was.”
“Oh my god, this is the best day of my life.” Kurt said, right before bursting into loud, bright laughter that echoed off the walls off the car. “100% gay Sebastian has a crush on your 100% gay sister. That is too good to be true.”
Blaine grinned at Kurt. “I know. How he managed to choose the one person at Dalton that is literally not interested in him at all is beyond me.”
“Sebastian, for the last time, I am not interested in you.” You muttered, sighing as you shoved your history book in your messenger bag.
“Hey, I didn’t even say anything.” He said and held his hands up in defense. “I was just going to tell you that I have a lacrosse game that you might be interested in watching.”
You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Really? That’s it?”
Sebastian nodded. “That’s it. I promise.”
You offered him a fraction of a smile, because you still weren’t sure how you felt about him. “Okay. When is it?”
“Right after school. I’ll meet you outside of the commons so I can take you to the field?”
“Sure, that’d be great, actually. Still having trouble finding my way around this place.” You murmured, only a little sheepishly. You had been at Dalton for a little over two weeks, and so far, it was awesome. The work was harder than at your previous school, but you didn’t struggle with it too much, the food was incredible, and everyone was nice to you. There were some people that were a little too nice (like Sebastian) because they wanted to get in your pants, but you continued shutting them down and so far, it had mostly worked. It had worked on everyone but Sebastian, at least. Say what you want about the cocky, green-eyed boy, but he was extremely persistent.
Sebastian looked over your shoulder and frowned. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you later.” He smirked at you before slinging his own messenger bag over his shoulder and practically sauntering out of the room. God, that boy was so easy to despise (so why couldn’t you?).
“Hey, Eli.” Trent, another Warbler said as he walked up to you, and you smiled at him.
“Trent! Good to see you, buddy.” You clapped him on the shoulder before gesturing for him to follow you to lunch. You looked at him, and noticed that he looked nervous about something. You stopped walking. “Everything okay?”
“Well, um, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but Sebastian only invited you to the lacrosse game so he could…serenade you.” Trent murmured quietly, and you rolled your eyes.
“What does he not understand about me not being interested?” You said, letting out a deep sigh. “Thanks for telling me, Trent. I can handle this.” You fell silent as you walked with him through the cafeteria, grabbing a tray and loading it up with food while you tried to figure out how to approach the situation.
There had to be some way you could beat Sebastian at his own game, you just needed to find it.
When Sebastian met you outside the commons, you had to physically force a smile onto your face so you didn’t strangle him. That boy was infuriating, and knowing what he had planned didn’t actually help your ever increasing dislike for him.
“Hey, ya know, I have a ton of homework, do you mind if I skip lacrosse practice? I’ll go to the next one, promise.” You tried, because you knew that this was not going to turn out well. You were impossibly surprised to see hurt flash across Sebastian’s face for a moment before his usual smirk flickered back in place.
“If you really want to, I won’t stop you. But scout’s honor that it won’t take long.”
“You were a boy scout?” You asked in disbelief, and Sebastian grinned.
“Why do you sound so surprised?” Sebastian questioned back, and you raised an eyebrow at him.
“Because you’re,” You gestured vaguely with your hands. “You, and you just don’t seem like the boy scout type.”
“I don’t seem like the type to do lots of things.” Sebastian countered, and you didn’t have a response to that because you didn’t quite understand what he meant. “Anyways,” Sebastian said, shrugging. “You coming or not?”
“Yeah, homework can wait.” You responded, and you could’ve sworn that a real smile flickered across his face for half a second before he was turning away from you and gesturing for you to follow him.
“Come on, we don’t have all day.”
Ah, there was the douche that you missed so much.
“This…isn’t lacrosse practice, is it?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer thanks to Trent. All the Warblers were gathered on the lacrosse field, and you figured it was good at least that they were the only people there.
Sebastian simply shook his head and led you over to a bench, helping you sit down. He then took his place at the head of the Warblers, and music started pouring out of a speaker (you had no idea how many strings he had pulled to arrange that).
“Coming here unannounced, drag my nails on the tile I just follow your scent You can’t just follow my smile,"Sebastian took lead vocal while the other Warblers began to sing backup, and even though you knew from previous Warbler videos that Sebastian could sing, you hadn’t expected him to pick a Fall Out Boy song (you also hadn’t expected him to sing it so well).
”Your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine They cutting me to the bone Nothing left to leave behind You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon,“He continued, and even though you hated his smirky meerkat face, there was something oddly hot about being serenaded by Fall Out Boy (no girl you had been with had ever done that and-no, bad thoughts, you were not attracted to Sebastian. God damn it, you liked girls!).
You raised an eyebrow at Sebastian as he continued to sing, because he really did not seem like the serenading type. You know what, two people could play at this game.
”I didn’t come for a fight but I will fight till the end This might be your battle, might not turn out okay You know you look so Seattle-“That was where you cut him off.
”Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer In the hills and highlands,“ All of the Warblers looked confused, as far as they knew, you couldn’t sing at all, that was why you hadn’t tried out for the Warblers, and even Sebastian faltered for a moment. Then there was mischievous glint in his eye, and as some Warblers joined your side, some of them stayed with Sebastian, and it was basically a riff-off between you and Sebastian.
By the time you were done, almost twenty minutes later (god, your voice was going to sore as hell tomorrow; you didn’t usually use your 'male’ singing voice because it was hard to keep it level, but damn it Sebastian had tempted you into doing it), you were all laughing hysterically (even Sebastian, and you realized with a start that you quite liked him when he was laughing), because only at Dalton Academy (and maybe at William McKinley High School) would something like this happen.
"Why didn’t you tell us you could sing?” Jeff asked after the laughing had calmed down, and you shrugged.
“I can’t, not really.” They all looked at you incredulously.
“No, you actually can.” Sebastian interjected (why did that mean so much coming from him?), and after sharing a look with the other Warblers, Sebastian’s trademark smirk crawled onto his face. “I think you should join the Warblers.”
“I second that.” Nick contributed, and Sebastian’s smirk widened.
“If there are no objections,”
“Me! I object!” You said, a little desperately because there was absolutely no way you could deepen your voice for every Warbler meeting and there was no way they’d believe you were a boy if you used your actual singing voice.
“Then the motion carries.” Sebastian continued, ignoring you. “And Eli is officially a member of the Warblers.”
The other Warblers cheered and patted you on the back before one by one they trailed off the field, until it was just you and Sebastian. This day couldn’t get any worse. Not only had Sebastian just fucking serenaded you (and you had actually loved it), now you were going to have to join the Warblers, and everyone would find out you were a girl and you would definitely get kicked out of your dream school.
“Are you okay?” You were surprised to find that Sebastian sounded worried.
Good, You thought bitterly. This is all your fault.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said, running a hand through your short hair distractedly. “I just have some homework to do, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You started to leave, your mind running through any possible way you could get out of this situation, when Sebastian’s fingers curled gently around your wrist and pulled you back around, bringing you close enough to him that your chest brushed his. You blinked up at him in surprise, but before you could respond, he pressed a finger to your lips.
“I know I might be really out of line with this, I’ve never really been in line when it comes to attractive people, though,” He said the last part mostly to himself before continuing. “But can I kiss you?”
You didn’t say anything, you were frozen and just too shocked to move, but you blinked rapidly as Sebastian’s face got closer to yours.
“If you want me to stop, tell me and I will.” Sebastian murmured, and as his lips got nearer to yours, close enough for them to brush, you finally found your voice.
“Stop, stop.” You whispered, pulling away from Sebastian as quickly as you could. “I’m sorry; you’re a great guy, sometimes, I just,” You shook your head, trying to clear it. “I’m really confused and I need to work through some things. I’ll see you around.”
You disappeared without saying else, and when you reached your dorm, you kind of wanted to curl up and cry. Your life had never, ever been this confusing before you met Sebastian. You liked girls, and only girls. Sure, you knew when a guy was attractive, but you didn’t want to actually have sex with them. And now…you didn’t know what you wanted. Sebastian was kind of an asshole, sure, but there were times when he could be nice. Like ten minutes ago, he had found out that Fall Out Boy was your favorite band and chosen one of their songs, and he had asked for permission before trying to kiss you.
The worst part was, you had wanted him to. You wanted to know what it felt like to kiss a gu- actually, no, scratch that. You just wanted to know what it felt like to kiss Sebastian. But you couldn’t, in good conscience, let him kiss you when you were really a girl, and he was gay. He liked boys. You liked girls. It should be simple.
But honestly? You had never been more confused in your life.
You had finished your homework, barely, and then you had tried to go to bed. You didn’t have a roommate, which was nice, but only because, at the moment, there was an uneven number of boys at the school and your parents had requested one. As soon as someone transferred, you’d get a roommate, and your secret would definitely come out. Instead of sleeping, you had tossed and turned until two in the morning, at which point you stomped out of bed, grabbed a towel, a pair of underwear, your binder, and a long shirt, and made your way to one of the bathrooms.
Dalton Academy was quite large, so it had several rooms that were full of just showers and sinks. Every dorm room had a bathroom, but it only had a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. Every time you wanted to shower, you had to go to one of the community showers. Which was nervewracking; if someone came in just as you were getting out of the shower, they’d see that you had boobs and then everyone would know that you were a girl.
And, of fucking course, that was (almost) exactly what happened.
You shampooed your hair, trying to sort out your thoughts when you heard the door to the showers swing open. Usually, you were the only person that showered at two thirty in the morning, but apparently someone else had the same idea.
You heard clothes falling into a pile on the ground and paused in your washing. It’s not like they could see through the shower door (the glass was frosted, so all they could see would be a very faint outline of your body), but your arms crossed across your breasts regardless. After a moment of feeling foolish and waiting for the other person to get in their own shower, you uncrossed your arms and continued washing your body.
You were done after a few more minutes, but now you had to wait until the other person was gone to get out of the shower. You waited with the water running for ten more minutes, but the other person was still showering.
You huffed to yourself and turned off the shower, but you didn’t get out yet. Instead, you stood patiently in the shower for another ten minutes before you heard the other person’s shower turn off and then the sound of wet feet slapping on the tiled floor.
“Are you going to get out, ever?” You were surprised to hear Sebastian’s voice from the other side of the glass, and your eyes widened.
“Uh, no. I’m not too comfortable with my body.” You responded, making sure to lower your voice.
You could practically hear Sebastian rolling his eyes as he spoke again. “There’s nothing wrong with your body, Eli.” Sebastian chuckled, a little bitterly. “I’ve seen enough of them to know.” When you stayed silent, Sebastian spoke again. “Listen, if it’s about earlier, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He sounded a little bit shy (something you had never expected from him) when he spoke again. “I do still want to be your friend though.”
“It’s not that simple.” You murmured, twisting your hands together nervously. You couldn’t get out of the shower until he was gone; if you did, he would know that you were a girl and he would tell the school board and you would be kicked out of Dalton Academy (and he would probably hate you).
“Friends are allowed to see each other naked,” He pointed out. “If it makes you feel better, I have a towel and underwear on, and I’ll turn my back when you step out.”
You sighed. He wasn’t going to give up. It was probably better to just tell him before he opened the door himself and saw your chest. “I need to tell you something first.” You took his silence as agreement. “I’m, uh, not exactly who you think I am.”
“Please tell me you’re Eli Hawaii, because I saw that coming from a mile away.”
You stayed silent for a moment, trying to understand what he meant. “Did Sebastian Smythe just make a Hannah Montana reference?”
Sebastian chuckled, and the sound made your heart stutter. “I did.” You laughed, and you could hear the frown on his face when he spoke again. “In my defense, I do have a younger sister who used to make me watch it with her all the time.” He was silent for half a second. “And Mitchell Musso was hot.”
“Really? Mitchell Musso’s your type?”
He snorted. “Please, Mitchell Musso is everyone’s type.”
“I cannot believe I’m having this conversation with you right now.” You said, shaking your head. Sebastian Smythe watched Hannah Montana, and now he was trying to defend himself for it, even though you really didn’t care. He could watch whatever he wanted, heck, you had watched it when you were younger too. Honestly, you just found the whole thing rather adorable.
“I can’t either. Are you going to come out?”
“Already have.” You said, because that was the first thing that popped into your mind.
“I thought you weren’t into guys? Excluding me, of course.” You could hear the thick layer of confusion in his voice.
“Uh, yeah. I’m not.” You said and slowly opened the door to the shower. You cautiously stepped out, keeping your arms crossed across your breasts as you snagged your __f/c__ towel and wrapped it around your body. You turned to look at Sebastian only after your body was covered, and you were surprised to see that he was just smirking at you.
“So, you’re a girl?” Sebastian asked, and you nodded. “I suppose this is the part where I have some dramatic reveal about myself and my sexuality, but really, I still like guys.” That made your heart ache for reasons you couldn’t fathom. “But I still feel the desire to kiss you, so I guess you’re an exception to that.”
You blinked at him, once, twice, then three times. “Pardon?”
“I still want to kiss you. I’m not repulsed by you, if that’s what you were expecting. You’re still Eli, and believe it or not, I didn’t just like him for his looks.”
“You liked Eli?” Your brain was having a really hard time keeping up with that Sebastian was saying.
“Since when have you been deaf?” Sebastian asked, rolling his eyes at you. “Yes. I liked Eli, and I like you.” He glanced around the shower room before gesturing to the door. “Seeing as how you’re trying to keep this a secret, we should go before someone else comes in for a midnight wash. Come on.” You barely had time to scoop your clothes into your arms before Sebastian was grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the room. He kept you behind him as much as possible as he led you to his room, but you paused outside the doorway.
“Isn’t your roommate in there?” You hissed, and Sebastian shook his head as he opened the door.
“He’s at his boyfriend’s dorm tonight, we’re fine.” Sebastian responded, and you trusted him enough to follow him inside. Sebastian took a seat on his bed, and gestured for you to do the same, but you shook your head and remained standing.
“Are you going to tell the school board about me?” You asked after a moment of silence.
He shook his head. “Of course not. Before we have this conversation you might want to put some clothes on. Not promising I can stop myself from doing something stupid if you stay like that.” As Sebastian said the last word, he gestured at your towel, which had been slipping down your chest and barely even covered your ass.
“Oh. Yeah. Right.” You had been so worried that you had forgotten about your state of undress, and you hastily turned around, pulled your underwear on, and dropped your towel. You started to tug on your binder, but Sebastian’s voice stopped you.
“You don’t have to do that, you know. I already know that you have breasts.” He looked thoughtful. “As a gay man, I have to say that they’re actually quite nice.”
You hid your faint blush as you continued to put on the binder. “It’s not for you, it’s in case anyone bursts into your room.” You said, shrugging as you pulled on your shirt before turning back around to face him. “So, back to the issue at hand-”
“Is that all you’re wearing?” Sebastian interrupted, and you looked down at yourself with a frown.
“Yeah, why? Something wrong?” Everything was covered, and your legs weren’t really masculine or feminine, they were just there so you didn’t have to worry about someone seeing your legs and going “Oh, Eli’s definitely a girl!”.
“You’re still too undressed.”
“I never thought I’d hear the day those words came out of Sebastian Smythe’s mouth.” You said, teasingly, and grinned when it got a small smile from Sebastian.
“Yeah, yeah, make fun of me all you want but if someone comes in, their first reaction to you wearing just a shirt is going to be assuming that we had sex.”
You shrugged. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure that everyone already thinks that. You’re pretty hard to resist.” You pointed out, before running a hand through your hair. “Fuck you, Smythe.”
He looked at you, bewildered. “What did I do?”
You groaned. “I’m gay! I’ve known I was gay since I was five, but now I want to see what being with a guy is like and I’m so confused about everything, but you’re so different from everyone I’ve ever met and just…fuck you.” You let out in one breath and blinked in surprise when Sebastian’s arms were suddenly resting on your shoulders.
“Hey, this is confusing for me too. I’ve always been more homo-flexible than homosexual, but this, whatever’s between us, is new to me. You’re a person that I don’t just want to sleep with. I mean, yeah, I do, but I also want to kiss you and sing with you and hold hands with you and-” A frown curled the corners of his mouth down as he thought of something. “And I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s __y/n__.” You spoke quietly, your eyes searching his green ones as you tried to figure out if he was telling the truth.
The softest smile you had ever seen spread across his face, and you knew without a doubt that he was telling the truth. “I like it. It fits you better than Eli.”
You smiled. “I’d hope so.” You flicked your gaze away from him for a moment, eying the clock on his wall. You still had plenty of time before Sebastian’s roommate was supposed to come back. “Can I kiss you and we can worry about if you’re going to get me expelled later?”
Sebastian didn’t even use words to respond, he just brought a hand up to cup your cheek and pressed his lips to yours. It was a lot gentler than you thought possible for Sebastian, but you relished in it, letting your eyes slip shut as you wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him back.
The kiss would’ve gone on for longer had the door to Sebastian’s room not burst open.
You instantly pulled away from him, stepping behind him to hide yourself from whoever was entering the room.
“Hey, sorry.” Sebastian’s roommate, a brown haired boy who you thought was named Dan, said apologetically. “Just need to grab something, I’ll be out in a second.” He rummaged in his nightstand drawer before pulling out something wrapped in a sock (you had no desire to know what exactly it was), before ducking out of the room again with a sheepish smile.
“Well,” You started, hopping onto Sebastian’s bed and tucking your legs underneath you. “That was fun.”
Sebastian smiled lazily at you before crawling onto the bed beside you. He twisted an arm around you and pulled you into his arms, brushing a feather light kiss to the back of your neck.
“Never pegged you for the cuddling type.” You murmured, but you were smiling and there was no venom in the words.
He shrugged and kissed your neck again. “People change.”
People do indeed change.
That was something every single Warbler, and other Dalton students, noticed over the next couple of months. Sebastian was nicer. Well, as nice as Sebastian could get.
He would still snark at everyone, but everyone knew that he only did it in fun. He was nicer, and his singing and dancing were better than ever.
You managed to convince him to kick you out of the Warblers, something he had been reluctant to do because “__y/n__, your voice is amazing and I’m not letting you stop using it”, so you had promised him that on weekends you would go out with him and sing karaoke (if you were away from Dalton, you could use your normal voice).
Unfortunately, being with Sebastian did have some problems.
You were slipping. When you were around Sebastian, you often used your regular voice, and when you were around him and the other Warblers, there were times when you would slip into it without meaning to. Every time that you did, Sebastian would raise his eyebrows at you and kiss you to get you to stop talking, but you knew that the Warblers were starting to get suspicious.
And then it happened.
You were waiting in the practice room for Sebastian with the other Warblers when you felt your period start. You’d had periods before at Dalton, but they always started when you were in your dorm or Sebastian’s, so it was easy to grab a pad.
You felt a dull, deep ache in your lower stomach, wrapping your arms around your midsection to try and ease the pain. Surprisingly enough, it didn’t work.
“You okay, Eli?” Jeff asked, resting a palm on your shoulder as he looked at you with worried eyes.
You gave him a pained smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a stomach ache.” You assured, but you knew by the look on his face that he didn’t believe you.
The blonde haired boy opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, Sebastian swept into the room, and everyone’s eyes snapped to him instantly. He certainly knew how to command a room.
“You guys ready to start?” Sebastian asked, before his eyes landed on you. “What are you doing here?”
You smiled and stood up, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. “Wanted to say hi to you before Warblers practice started.” You said, shrugging.
His arms wound around your waist as he smiled back at you. “Hi.”
You chuckled, brushing a kiss to his jaw before pulling out of the embrace. “I should let you get started, but I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”
“Of course.” He responded easily, and you offered him and the other Warblers one more smile before grabbing your bag and leaving the practice room.
Jeff turned troubled eyes to Sebastian. “Is he okay?”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t he be?”
“He had a stomach ache, I just wasn’t sure if he was sick or something.” Jeff said, and the Warblers all noticed the concerned look that sparked in his eyes.
“Do you guys mind if I go check on him?” Sebastian asked instead of responding, and the second they shook their heads, Sebastian had already moved towards the door.
“What are you doing here?” You questioned in confusion as a pair of firm arms wrapped themselves around your stomach. “I thought you had Warbler practice.”
“I do, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. That time of the month, huh?”
You groaned as you nodded. “Yeah. Periods suck. Be thankful you’re a boy, Smythe.”
Sebastian’s arms disappeared from around your waist, and you turned to look at him, already missing the feel of his arms on you. Your eyes brightened as you saw the chocolate bar he was pulling out from his pocket.
“Oh my god, I think I love you.” You said without thinking, grinning at him as he handed you the brown, plastic package.
You both froze. You gripped the chocolate bar tightly as you waited for him to say something, and when he still remained silent, you cautiously brought your gaze to his.
Sebastian was smiling, and there was a light in his eyes that you hadn’t ever seen before. “You’re the first person that’s ever said that to me.”
“What? Really? But you’re-” You gestured vaguely at him with your hands. “You, and you’re incredible and thoughtful and a lot sweeter than I thought possible since when I met you, I thought you were a sarcastic asshole but-” Sebastian cut you off with a kiss, his hands flying up to cup your cheeks as he kissed you gently.
“I think I love you too.” He murmured against your lips, stroking a thumb gently across your cheekbone.
You heard someone gasp, and both your and Sebastian’s eyes snapped to the doorway of your room. Nick, Jeff, Trent, Thad, and all the other Warblers were gathered there, looking at you and Sebastian with wide eyes.
Jeff smacked Trent on the shoulder. “Dude!”
“I’m sorry!” He said apologetically. “But this is precious.”
Sebastian stepped in front of you, keeping you behind him as he eyed them warily. “How much did you hear?”
“Enough to confirm that Eli is a girl.” Nick said, shrugging.
Sebastian’s eyebrows knitted together. “Confirm?”
“It wasn’t that hard to figure out.” Thad pointed out. “Eli slipped into her actual voice occasionally, and you called her __y/n__ without meaning to several times.”
“Please don’t tell anyone.” You piped up, peering out from behind Sebastian. “I’ve wanted to go to Dalton since I was five, I couldn’t handle going back to regular school.”
They all looked at you incredulously. “Why would we do that? You’re our friend.” Trent said, rising to his feet and smiling at you. “We don’t want you to leave either.” The other Warblers nodded in agreement, and you felt the sudden urge to cry. They were all so sweet.
You gave them a wobbly smile. “Thank you. It means a lot.” Sebastian wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple as you looked at the Warblers, a silly group of guys you had idolized for years and who were now your best friends, with glistening __e/c__ eyes. “You guys are the best. Seriously. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank us.” Nick said at the same time Jeff said “We should be thanking you for making Sebastian nice.”, and you snorted while Sebastian pretended to glare at the blonde-haired Warbler.
“I’m gonna take that as my cue to go.” Jeff said sheepishly, waving before disappearing from the doorway.
“We should go too.” Thad said, offering you a smile. “Oh, and Sebastian, we can handle practice on our own today.”
The Warblers filed out of the doorway one by one until Trent shut your door with a soft click, and you turned to look at Sebastian. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck before hovering your lips over his.
“You have awesome friends.” You whispered.
“I know.” Sebastian said, nodding as a smirk spread across his face. "And I have an awesome girlfriend.“ Sebastian chuckled against your lips. "Never thought I’d say that.”
“Never thought I’d have the best boyfriend in the world either, but you know.” You shrugged, grinning. “Life is weird.” You pressed your lips to his fully, your fingers tangling in his short hair as he kissed you back easily, a hand resting on your lower back and pulling your body as close to his as possible.
Dalton Academy was even better than you could have ever hoped. You had gained a bunch of new friends, an amazing boyfriend, and you got to go to your dream school.
Sebastian blinked in confusion as you suddenly burst into laughter, raising an eyebrow at you as you broke the kiss to catch your breath.
“I can’t wait to see Kurt’s face when I tell him that I’m dating Sebastian Smythe.”
Sebastian grinned. “Please let me be there when you tell him.”
“Oh, absolutely.” You winced as a fresh wave of cramps washed over you, dragging Sebastian over to your bed and pulling him down on it with you. “Cuddle me while we picture the horror on Kurt’s face?” You offered, and Sebastian’s arms were instantly tucking your body closer to his.
I think it’s hilarious in fic when Dean calls Castiel “Cas” for the first time and Cas is like WHAT? CAS??? NOBODY’S EVER CALLED ME THAT BEFORE! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. ARE YOU SURE THAT’S MY NAME???!?!?!?? WOW WHAT A WONDERFUL AND UNIQUE AND CHARMING NICKNAME As if it’s not literally just the first three letters of his name
GET OUT A PIECE OF PAPER AND FIND YOUR REAL STAR WARS NAME
1. Write your birthday in numbers. For example, if your
birthday is August 13, 1977, you write 081377. Get rid of the zeroes, which
gives you 81377.
2. Add the first and last number together. This gives our
example 8 + 7 = 15. Then divide by two, unless the number is 4 or less. 15
happens to be more than 4, so we will divide by 2 and get 15/2 = 7.5.
3. If you get a decimal that is less than 5.5, here’s
what you do: If you were born before or in 1977 round up, if you were born
after 1977 round down. But if you get a decimal that is 5.5 or more, this means
you have a hyphen in your name. Think of the .5 as a hyphen. This number is the
number of letters in your first name.
4. Draw dashes to indicate where letters will go. In the
example, we got 7.5 as our final number, so there will be 7 letters and a
hyphen. If you did not get a decimal, or got a decimal less than 5.5, you do
not have to worry about hyphens. Skip to #5. Put your hyphen at the half way
point, so you have the same number of letters on each side, like Obi-Wan or
Qui-Gon. If your number is odd, this is what you do: If your earthly first name
begins with A-L the last part of your hyphenated name has more letters, if your
name begins with M-Z, the first part has more letters. Let’s pretend our
example’s name is Sam. The first part of their name would have more letters and
they would write:
_ _ _ _-_ _ _.
5. Take the third letter of the name of the first road or
street you lived on. Let’s say Sam lives on a road called Hell’s Peak Road.
“L” would be the first letter in their first name. They would then write
L_ _ _-_ _ _.
6. Now it gets complicated. To avoid getting all consonants
we need to take the letters out of a word, starting with a vowel if the first
letter you got was a consonant, or vice versa. What you do next is take 3
letters out of the name of the town you were born in, using this system. Let’s
say Sam was born in Springfield. We’ll start with the “i” because
it’s the first vowel and take the next 3 letters. We get Ling-_ _ _. Let’s
pretend now that Sam’s name begins with “A,” which would then make their name Aspr, which doesn’t really work in English. So they would take the first
3 letters that work, starting with a consonant. Their name would be Apri. Now,
what if Sam was born in Havre? Their name would be Lavr, which doesn’t really
work either. If this happens take away the last consonant and put instead the
next vowel. This would make the name Lave. This applies to every time you add
letters. When you run out of spaces for letters skip to #10.
7. If you still have spaces left to fill, take the first
3 letters of your first name, starting with a vowel in Sam’s case
because we ended with a consonant. But that only leaves 2 letters. If this
happens, just use those 2. We get Ling-Am_.
8. Now take the last 3 letters in your last name,
starting with a vowel in Sam’s case. Let’s say their name is Jones. So if they had
to use 3 letters their name would be Ling-Amone, but since they only had one space
left, it will be Ling-Amo.
9. You should have filled all your spaces, but if you
didn’t for some reason, add and “i” to the end.
10. You finished your first name, you can bail out now,
or start on your last name.
11. Take the day you were born. Sam was born on August,
13, so their number is 13.
12. Add up the digits. 1 + 3 = 4. If you got a number
that is two or less, you don’t have a last name, like Yoda or Chewbacca. You
13. The number you get, in Sam’s case 4, is the number of
letters in your last name. Write dashes: _ _ _ _.
14. Take the day of your birth, Sam’s number is 13, and
take the corresponding letter when 1=a, 2=b, 3=c etc… If your number is over
26, start over. 27=a, 28=b, 29=c, 30=d, 31=e. This is the first letter of your
last name. Sam got M_ _ _.
15. Take the first three letters of the town where you
went to elementary school, starting with a vowel in Sam’s case because their name
begins with a consonant. (If you went to more than one elementary school, use
the first one) Let’s say Sam went to school in Arlington. Their last name would
be completed: Marl.
16. Let’s say Sam wasn’t fortunate enough to only have a
4-letter last name. What if they had the maximum of 11. We would be at Marl_ _ _
_ _ _ _. Next they would take the first three letters of their mother’s maiden name
starting with a vowel. So if their mother’s maiden name was Smith, their last name would
be Marlith_ _ _ _.
17. Still has 4 letters. They would then take the first 3
letters in their grandmother’s (mother’s side) maiden name starting again
with the first vowel. If their grandmother’s maiden name was Williams, they would
18. The last space can be filled with the first vowel in
their father’s first name. If Sam’s father’s name is Robert, Sam’s last name would end up
being Marlithillo. If they had ended with a vowel, they should take the first consonant
in their father’s first name, which would be “r.”
19. If you have any spaces left, fill them with o’s.
Sam’s name is Ling-Amo Marl.
Of course, if you feel that your name is stupid, you can
make slight changes to make it sound better (I do this a lot).
if you don’t feel like going through the steps you can message/ask me the information and i can figure out your name for you
So we normally play “The Name Game” during o-staff, and I always struggle to figure out a “K” adjective because my name is “Krysta” but turns out I’ve been an idiot this whole time because the first three letters of my name are “Kry” and I’ve never in all my time thought to say “Kryptonite” or “Krypton” or any other variation which has been such a missed opportunity I’m so mad at myself
but guess who figured out their adjective for this year
The three-letter amino acid code is easy. They are largely predictable (like the first three letters) and are unambiguous. Maybe, maybe, Ile (isoleucine) and Sec (selenocysteine) will cause a little trouble, but it’s not hard to get over. Now, inspired by a recent biochemistry lecture, and as a follow-up for the renewed amino acid infographic I posted earlier today, here are some ways to remember the single-letter code.
It’s the first letter of most amino acids. Alanine, Cysteine, Glycine, Histidine, Isoleucine, Leucine, Methionine, Proline, Serine, Threonine, Valine.
It’s phonetic for some amino acids. Feenylalanine, aRginine, tYrosine.
For a few, it’s phonetic when you say it weirdly. AsparDate, glutEmic ecid, asparagiNe, Qutamine, sUhlenocysteine, tWyptowphan.
And finally, it makes more sense when you make a typo. KLysine.
This was meant to be a short ‘the car broke down and we’re forced to all stay in this one hotel room’ trope ficlet, but 14 pages later…
Bluesy, Pynch, and Blue/Ronan friendshippy goodness. Do they have a ship name? Blunan? Synch? If there isn’t a name, there should be.
Thanks to KL for looking it over. <3
“I told you we should have taken my car.” Ronan stood next to the Pig, arms crossed over his chest, hip popped out lazily. He was admiring the birds in the tree above and seemed perfectly content, like he didn’t care that he hadn’t been listened to, but he had to make the point regardless.
The tow truck showed up then and put a stop to whatever Gansey had been about to say. He turned away from his friends and greeted the driver in usual Gansey fashion—pleasantries with the slightest hint of condescension.
Blue yawned hugely. They’d been driving for hours. It was risky, pushing the Pig for so long. She should have sided with Ronan back at Monmouth. But like the saying went, hindsight was 20/20. “Where are we all going to sit in that thing?” she wondered aloud.
Adam shrugged. “Noah’s gone,” he said.
“Figures.” Ronan booted the Pig’s back tire and grinned when Gansey glared at him from over the tow truck driver’s shoulder.
Somehow Blue ended up in Gansey’s lap—trying not to touch too much, relishing every hint of contact anyway. His breath was heavy in her ear, his fingertips like red hot points of electricity with every brush of skin. Adam and Ronan were crushed together next to them. They looked more comfortable than she was, than Gansey felt beneath her, coiled and ready to spring. She leaned back and rested her head against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her waist. This was safe. Allowed. Hiding in plain sight.
Evidently I’m on a kick. This one is all completely unrealistic fluff about Delia arriving. Pure unicorn, marshmallow, fluff. Also, my word processor switches from US to UK English so some of the spelling is bizarre.
Why is the hetalia tag trending? What did I miss??
okay for starters, there is currently a football/soccer tournament in europe called the EUROCUP, dealing with all the european countries participating in multiple matches of football/soccer & in the end heading down to quarter finals, semi finals, & then finally the finals in order to find out which country wins the title of the cup!
basically when broadcasting these games, people take the first three letters of the two countries playing against each other on the assigned match (example: SPAIN VS ITALY = SPAITA / ENGLAND VS ICELAND = ENGICE) it’s to make the tag short & simple
the day GERITA was trending was not because of hetalia, but literally because it was a football/soccer match between GERMANY VS ITALY. still it’s super hilarious how so many people have no idea about GERITA as in GERMANY X ITALY. it’s a beautiful thing