he thought it was honey and now he's gay

During Jack and Bitty’s 2nd summer together...

So Jack is in Georgia for a couple of days, right, and he comes back from a morning run to find both Bittle parents in the kitchen eating breakfast (Bitty slowly dragging is ass out of bed, he can hear the bathroom upstairs). 

Suzanne greets him with a smile, Coach with a nod, Jack sits down to eat. Usually, there’s a fair amount of chatter- even without Bitty- because Jack is comfortable with both parents, but now they’re eating in silence. Throwing furtive glances at Jack. At each other. At Jack again.

Jack’s stars feeling the tingle in his fingers that announces his anxiety. He counts the seconds until Bitty leaves the bathroom- no, that was the sound of the shower. Alright then.

Suzanne places her mug back on the table.

- Jack, sweetheart, we need to talk to you.

Coach takes a sip of coffee and sits back straight.

- …Alright? says Jack.

- We’ve seen the way you look at Junior, says Coach in a matter-of-fact voice.

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Do you ever just sit there in your room and your brain suddenly goes “HE THOUGHT IT WAS HONEY AND NOW HE’S GAY!!” and you’re just like…. Okay

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sebastian x reader, your gay friend drags you to this gay bar bc he's too scared to go by himself or something & sebastian comes up to you and offers to buy you a drink and at first you're really confused bc isnt this a gay bar?? & you're a female so?? but turns out he's bisexual (& rlly attractive) & oops your friend left to hook up with some guy & now you have no way to get home. wait how did we end up at your place sebastian i thought you were giving me a ride home, well looks like im staying

“Come on please Y/N! You know I don’t like going to new places by myself! I promise you’ll have fun!” Anthony pleaded, literally on his knees next to my bed.

“How can I have fun in a gay bar? No one there likes what I have to offer,” I pointed out, going back to studying.

“I didn’t mean that sort of fun, I just meant in general! You’ll have the time of your life, I promise! You don’t have to worry about guys grinding on you and you can just let loose for once!” he begged, closing my books and grabbing my hands in his. I stared at his watery eyes and pouty lips for a moment, finally giving in with a sigh.

“If I do this, you owe me,” I scowled, rolling off my bed. He squealed, wrapping his arms around me and spinning us, continuously muttering ‘thank you’ into my ear. “Now leave so I can get dressed.”

“You better wear that new dress I bought you,” he sung, skipping out of the room. I rolled my eyes, eyeing the LBD he bought me a few days ago.

“How did you even get us in here?” I asked over the loud thumping of the music, glancing down at the fake I.D he had given me.

“I know people,” he winked, immediately heading straight for the bar. I followed after him like a lost puppy, ignoring all the strange looks the men in here were giving me. “Here. Drink this.”

“What the hell is it?” I asked, taking the drink he was holding out for me.

“It’s a Midori, extra alcohol. You need to let loose and have some fun,” he urged for me to drink it, sipping his own strange concoction. I slowly drank the drink, knowing that even thought we took a bus here, I would need to be the responsible adult and make sure he got home safely.

“That guy keeps looking at you Ant,” I nudged him, subtly gesturing to a younger boy quite literally staring at my friend. He slammed his glass down dramatically, sauntering off to where the younger boy was sitting. I rolled my eyes at my best friends behaviour, turning back to the bartender and beginning to scroll through my phone. I occasionally glanced up to make sure Anthony wasn’t getting into too much trouble, but for the most part, I tried to stay un noticed by those in the bar.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a gay bar?” a stranger asked, making me look up from where I was intensely scowling at a picture on Instagram.

“My bestfriend was too scared to come alone, so he practically forced me here,” I rolled my eyes, smiling slightly at the boy in front of me.

“You mean the guy dancing with anyone and everyone?” he asked, gesturing to where Anthony was, in the middle of a large crowd of men.

“Yep, that’d be him,” I giggled, shaking my head at my drunk bestfriend.

“Well then, since you’re clearly lacking company, how about I buy you a drink and put you out of your misery,” he grinned, taking the seat next to me.

“Isn’t this a gay bar?” I raised my brows, making the boy laugh.

“I’m bi honey,” he chuckled. “Now, what are you drinking?”

“I have no idea, just get me anything,” I shrugged, subtly (or so I thought) scanning the boy from head to toe, mentally nodding in approval. He was so my type. From what I could tell he is extremely tall and quite lean, with defined muscles but he wasn’t overly buff. He had his brown hair styled into a quiff and from what I could see, he had light coloured eyes, most likely green.

“Would you like to take your drink or are going to just continue ogling at me?” he teased, breaking me from my thoughts. 

I blushed, taking it from his hand and gulping half of it down, apparently trying to drown myself in both alcohol and embarrassment.

“So,” I cleared my throat, making him look at me. “Why are you sitting here talking to me when you’re clearly hot enough to get any guy in this joint?”

“Like I said, you looked lonely and in need of some company. I don’t really feel like getting laid tonight anyway,” he shrugged.

“Well then thank you for taking pity on me,” I raised my glass slightly, making him chuckle.

“You’re very welcome. I do believe that you’re friend has just left you here,” he said, making me whip my head around to see that, yup, Anthony had just walked out the door, arm in arm with some poor sap that’s going to be sorry tomorrow. “And I’m pretty sure the buses don’t run this late.”

“Oh my god you’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned, dropping my head onto the bar, wincing at the impact. “How the bloody hell am I going to get home now?”

“Well I could drop you if you like?” he smiled, making me turn my head slightly to look at him.

“You don’t even know my name and you want to give me a ride?” I raised my brows suspiciously.

“I’m a nice guy like that,” he winked, downing the rest of his drink and gesturing for me to do the same. “Hurry up buttercup, I’ve got things to do tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep.”

“That’s such a gay thing to say,” I giggled, sculling the rest of my drink and slamming the glass down on the bar, slightly light heated.

“Just remember, I’m not gay babe. Now up you get, and I swear if you vomit in my car, you’re paying for a new one,” he warned me, wrapping an arm around my waist and helping me limp my way to his car, mentally kicking myself for wearing brand new heels. He opened the passenger seat door, slowly lowering me so I was safely inside, grabbing a blanket that was conveniently placed on the backseat and draping it over my legs.

“What a gentlemen,” I giggled, pulling on his shirt collar until he was face to face with me, smacking a loud kiss on his cheek. He rolled his eyes, managing to pry me off before closing the car door and jogging around to his side.

“Remember, no being sick,” he poked my nose, starting the car and turning up the heat. “So, where am I going?”

“Umm…” I began to think over my options. I could either:

Go back to Anthony’s and overhear him and his new toy fuck all night.

Go to my house and be grounded for life for drinking underage.

Spend the night on the street.

“I don’t really know where to go to be honest,” I chewed my lip, not sure of an option D.

“What? Do you not remember where you live?” he bit back a smile, staring at me incredulously.

“I know where I live,” I snapped, scowling slightly. “I just… Anthony’s house it out of the question because I don’t want to hear his repeated orgasms. My parents would skin me alive for drinking and I don’t have any relatives that would take me in for the night.”

“Well then, you can stay at mine,” he said, making me shake my head.

“Won’t your parents kill you for having a half drunk girl in your bed?” I asked, making him chuckle.

“First off, who ever said you were sleeping in my bed?” he asked, making me blush. “I don’t live with my parents. They live in the city and bought me a condo because it was closer to school.”

“Oh,” I mumbled, still flustered from his earlier comment.

“You know I was kidding right? You’ll be sleeping in bed with me, I’m not an asshole. I won’t try anything so don’t worry about that. I prefer my dates to be completely sober so they can remember everything,” he winked, making me blush even harder.

“I don’t even know you’re name,” I said, glancing over to him.

“It’s Sebastian. But you can call me your boyfriend.”