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You were an oblivious person. You had always been one, and over the years you realized obliviousness could either be a curse or a blessing. For example, tasteless and inappropriate sex jokes would always fly over your head, and you considered yourself lucky where you didn’t have to visualize whatever disturbing image a certain joke created because you just… you didn’t get it. The one huge downside to being the most blissfully unaware person in the world was that sometimes, you just couldn’t take a hint. There could be a huge neon sign with the answer on it and you probably still wouldn’t understand. 

“There’s nothing to be worried about. It’s just Harry.” You reminded yourself, chewing on your thumbnail nervously. How long had it been since you realized you maybe kinda sorta liked Harry in an ooh-la-la kind of way? The point was: You were tired of constantly daydreaming about Harry and not doing anything about it. Although you were aware of the nagging ‘Prepare yourself for disappointment’ message in the back of your head, your positive outlook on life pushed those thoughts away and now, here you were, standing in front of Harry with a nervous smile on your face. 

“I don’t have a lotta time to talk but I guess I can make some time for you… Only because you’re my favourite.” Harry closed his notebook and pushed it aside, setting his pen on top of it before making space for you on the couch. See, this whole thing was already off to a good start! You grinned and plopped yourself down, going over your mini script in your head. You were over at his place because you were in the midst of helping him plan out his tour schedule (he always depended on you for that kind of stuff because he thought you were better than a professional) and you figured you might as well get it out in the air while you were here. 

“I like you.” You blurted out, shifting yourself so you were facing more towards Harry. “And I have for a really long time, and I just wanted to let you know that because it wouldn’t be fair to you if I didn’t tell you about my feelings.” You cleared your throat, keeping nothing but positive thoughts in your mind. The smile slowly disappeared from Harry’s face, his eyes growing wide and his jaw dropping slightly. 

“Y/N, uh…” Harry pressed his lips together, scooting back a little. “I think you’re a great person, and you’re such a great friend, you know tha’? A-And trust me, I’m flattered! I jus’, well, I’m not really looking for a… a relationship right now. I mean, Dunkirk’s coming out really soon, and I have to start planning for the tour - I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, you know how it is.” He reached up to scratch the back of his neck, looking over at you with somewhat of a pitiful smile. And this was the part where your stupid obliviousness kicked in. You interpreted the ‘you’re a great person/friend’ part as ‘hey, I like you too’, and the ‘I’m not really looking for a relationship right now’ part as ‘Give me a little time until I’m ready for us.’

“Oh, yeah! Well, that’s okay. You know I’m patient, so I can totally wait until you’re ready. I’m just glad we finally got our feelings off our chests cos I’ve liked you for a really long time.” You admitted shyly, chewing on your bottom lip. “I can give you time, though. Take as long as you-” 

“Uh, okay, lemme try this again.” Harry cut you off, holding his hands out to tell you to be quiet for a second. “Y/N. You’re a huge part of my life. You’ve always been there for me, you’ve supported every choice I’ve made in my career, but I jus’… Well, like I said, relationships aren’t my priority at this point in my life and it’ll probably stay that way for a whil-” 

“And like I said, I can wait! I know you’re super busy with all your famous person chores-”

“Y/N, you need to listen to what I’m telling you-”  

“-but trust me, I can wait for us even if it takes-” 

There’s never going to be an us because I don’t like you like that!” Harry blurted out, letting out an exasperated sigh. 

“You-” And that’s when it finally hit you. “O-oh.” You felt the heat creeping up your neck and to your cheeks, the humiliation of the situation settling in. You were under the impression Harry liked you back when in reality, he was trying to tell you that he definitely didn’t like you like that. Definitely not. 

“Y/N, I’m sorr-” You jumped when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, moving quickly to take it out and check whatever notification you had just received. You needed something, anything to get out of here as soon as possible. 

“Shoot, I have to go pick up your custom suit from Gucci.” You lied, glancing down at the text you had just gotten from Y/F/N asking if your confession had gone well. You tried your best to ignore the uncomfortable clenching in your chest, but all it was was a constant reminder that ‘Wow, that was a hot mess’. “I, uh, I’ll see you later, okay?” You scrambled off the couch, nearly tripping over your feet as you headed for the front door. You didn’t look back once, swiftly slamming the door behind you and beelining right for the car. 

There’s never going to be an us because I don’t like you like that. 

Being oblivious sucked. 


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yes i’m very much aware of the million and one imagines i write that are related to y/n’s heart getting shATTERED by harry SUE ME

So, Tumblr thought it would be cool to eat my birthday post to my lovely friend and dark counterpart @optomisticgirl….which is actually super NOT cool. Anyway, I’m posting this a little late, but here it is! Happy day of birth, my Aries partner-in-crime! You are a lady, a scholar, and a wonderful human being.

A little classic literature and verbose Killian smut :) M-rated for certain.

“Well, that’s a long face if I’ve ever seen one,” Granny announced, leaning over the counter to snatch the empty hot chocolate mug. “What’s got you down, Sheriff?”

Lifting her frustrated eyes from the leatherbound book she’d borrowed from the library at Belle’s insistence, Emma attempted a casual smile before addressing the inquiry of the woman who owned the place. It was a rather half assed try, but what was the point in pretending all was well when it certainly was not? They’d been chasing their tails for days over how to put a stop to the Evil Queen’s most recent reign of terror, galavanting through a handful of untold stories until they landed on an author who was dreadfully familiar and the answer to all their problems - according to an odd inkling Henry had while thumbing through a newly discovered version of the storybook. If she’d known sending him with Killian to the author’s abandoned mansion in search of an alternate text would amount to her reading not one but four Shakespeare books - well, she definitely would have thought twice about needing more information.

The whole idea was starting to feel like ‘much ado about nothing’ - pun very much intended.

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Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

Say What??!!

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Title: Say What??!!

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader x Gabriel (eventually he shows up)

Word Count: 572

Warnings: fluffish?

A/N: I thought this might be a funny, cute idea to write! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 <3

You draped your coat over the kitchen chair as you joined the Winchester brothers in the kitchen for some grub.  It was late at night, but you needed to eat.  Even hunters needed fuel in their tanks.  Dean brought a pie to the table, setting plates down in the middle of the table.  

“Dean why do we always have to have pie,” you whined.  Ever since you could remember you had always hated pie.  No matter how many times you tried to eat pie, it disgusted you.  “Why can’t we just have normal food for once?  Like pizza or tacos.”

“Because pie is delicious [Y/N],” Dean retorted, opening the box up.  He took a heaping slice of pie and put it on his plate as he slid the box down to you.  “There’s fruit in pie.  Think of it as fruit with a delicious crust.”

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AN: Hi! I know that many of you are probably waiting for the next Avengers imagine (seeing as that is the bulk or my requests), however, I really did want to do a second one. I knew going into this Charles one that it wasn’t going to earn as many notes as my first one, and that is okay. I wanted to extend the story and explore the reader’s abilities a bit more. I hope you like it! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Charles (Young) X Reader

Part One: ( XXXXX )

Warnings: Some violence, a lil swearing

((You probably should be familiar with X-Men: First Class ( and a little of the first X-Men movie) to understand this part, it also contains spoilers to the movies))


“Out of Place, Out of Time” (Part Two)

“Charles.” You groaned, though he ignored you and kept walking, grabbing his timer off of the coffee table. You had caught him just as he was about to head out the door, right in the room in which you two had first met. Well, at least where you first met his younger self. "Charles!

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I had no idea what to do for this piece. It was much better in my head. Ah well. Here’s @agentpiku‘s request for a pietro fic. Hopefully you guys enjoy it - I’ve had in an inner turmoil about it’s quality for a while. Feels rushed. Let me know what you think. :)

Prompt: I was wondering if you would be okay with doing a pietroxreader with the reader being a new inhuman and being terrified of her powers because she can’t control them. So pietro tries to teach her how to control her powers and stuff?


He’d been waiting for this. The order.

It seemed forever ago that the Avengers had begun this mission. A series of mysterious events had occurred across New York, leaving behind either a pile of rubble or an Enhanced with no control of their powers.

After many deductions and much research, it was realised that Inhumans were the source. Terrigen crystals released a special mist that forced whoever it touched into a chrysalis. Those blessed enough to have the Inhuman DNA hidden within their genes survived the process, breaking out with super human abilities. Those without… were not so lucky.

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Anonymous said:
Can you make a Nate imagine (dirty) where he is your best friend and you hang out and some and end up having rough sex after he confesses his fantasies about you and him dating and fucking? Thanks ily 💘

Warning this is my first actual smut on here &I I wrote this at like 3:30 in the morning last night, so I apologize in advance if it sucks but hey I tried 😇.

Sexual Vibes

Lately my bestfriend, Nate, has been acting pretty weird if you ask me. I’ve been trying to hang out with him for the past month and all I get is excuse after excuse as to why he can’t hang when he dam well knows he’s not doing anything except kicking it back smoking blunt after blunt. After so many tries I convinced him to finally hang out with me and I’m gonna get to the bottom of why he really hasn’t been answering my requests to see him. I walked into the fancy decorated elevator headed straight to Nate’s apartment, I was wearing some black joggers with a black crop top and some black shoes. I got out the elevator and knocked on the door, I heard fumbling and him take a deep breath before he opened “hey kid” I said smiling and pulling him in for a hug, his arms wrapped around me tight but a protective kind of tight. We pulled apart and he flashed me his million dollar smile. “So what’s the plan for today?” I asked throwing myself down “I got everything we need here and even got some movies” he smiled slightly avoiding eye contact, something made me want to ask him why he’s so nervous but i barley got here gotta give it some time then ease into some questions. He brought in our favorite snacks and set the movie “what are we watching” “fifty shades of grey” I nearly chocked on my spit “why?” “I don’t know, I heard it’s a good movie, full of all that sappy shit you like, so I just decided to get it” he said sitting in the opposite sofa across from me. I don’t think he realizes what fifty shades of grey really is about. Should I tell him, should I not? Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes “Nate…” “Hmp?” He said throwing his head up like a little kid “thanks” I smiled, guess we are going with no. He relaxed in the chair “why are you over there come here” I said patting the seat next to me with a blanket. He rubbed his hand in his hair before dragging his feet over to me. He sat down eating some chips before leaning back. I threw the cover over us and put my feet on his. It was towards the first sex scene when I decided to record his reaction, I quickly opened snapchat and the scene started at first he was calm and quiet but as soon as the sex started he freaked out, I laughed while recording him as he jumped up trying to shut the tv off “okay let’s not watch that” he nervously laughed as I ended the video. I bawled out in laughter as he sat in the same sofa he sat in the beginning, I got ticked off and decided to confront him.

“Whats wrong with you?” I asked sitting Indian style “what do you mean?” He said avoiding eye contact “there you go again! Stop avoiding eye contact and look at me dammit, I’m your bestfriend” he took a slight breath “that’s the thing….” He chuckled a bit, kinda psychotic if you ask me “what do YOU mean?” I asked furrowing my brows “ that’s all your gonna ever be my best fucking friend” “what are you trying to say?” He took a long breath this time “ I” “you” “I -I.” “Spit it out Nathan!” “I fucking love you” I sat there processing what he just said. “ I fucking love you dammit!….. I love everything about you, your smile, your body, your eyes, the way you bite your cheeks when you get nervous. Every fucking thing” I just looked at him watching his movements. “At first I thought it was a stupid feeling you know like that feeling when I see a fresh bag of weed, I get excited and once it’s gone it’s kinda like oh let’s cop a new bag” he fumbled his hands, I just nodded “but time passed and it wasn’t just a feeling, I found myself falling for you and needing your opinion on everything, I got jealous seeing you on guys that wasn’t me and dammit I found myself yearning for your approval! I put myself in denial, nah it couldn’t be love, it’s just a crush. I told myself sun up to sun down… But then the dreams happened” “dreams?” I asked tilting my head “I mean I’m already in too deep so this isn’t gonna really do shit” he laughed “ a while back I started having these dreams, dreams of us being together and doing other things…. I had dreams I was holding your hand, taking you places and even smoking blunts with you… I also had dreams I was fucking the shit out of you, dreams I was fucking you everywhere, dreams you were moaning and screaming my name, dreams of you not being so innocent and dreams that you would feel some type of way under my touch.” He looked at me looking for a reaction but I couldn’t offer anything “I wanna be able to do shit to you, shit that only we know about, I wanna be able to fuck you whenever and where ever I want to. But I don’t know how you feel and that’s what made me push you away, the more I saw you the more I fell and the more dreams I had. I didn’t know how you felt so why put myself through this if you don’t feel the same?” I leaned back in his chair. I didn’t know how to react, he just laid this all on the table without giving me a heads up. I don’t remember much that happened, I remember getting up and taking everything off except my bra and panties, I remember walking towards him as he looked at me in shock, I remember straddling him, I remember kissing him all over his jaw then moving to his lips. He didn’t know what to do he was shocked, I took both his hands and placed them on my ass, I kissed him hard and at first he didn’t but that changed. I was in control or so I thought. He lifted us up with my legs wrapped around his back, he took me to his room lying me on the bed slightly, he broke the kiss, kissing my jaw then my neck going down my tummy, he stood up removing his shirt and pants. I looked up glancing at how hard he was and knew this was gonna be one hell of a night.

He came back kissing me, he moved from my lips to my neck earning tons of moans, as he continued to suck on my sweet spot he slipped two fingers in my underwear, he teased me at first rubbing circles in my area that felt so amazing. I couldn’t help but moan louder squeezing my legs tighter with every circle he drew, I felt him smirk within my skin as he plunged a finger into me causing me to jerk forward, he plunged the second one into me as I held on to his shoulder wimping with amusement. He pulled me back down looking me in my eyes, watching my reaction and movements as he repeatedly pushed and pulled his fingers in and out slow then fast, I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as my breaths became unsteady and quick. I pulled him by his neck about a inch away from my face looking him in his eyes, my facial expressions changing as I took breaths in, he smirked and plunged one last time into me sending my body into a mix of emotions, I layed back arching my back and he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. He yanked me by my hair and made me lick my juices off of him. He removed his boxers and I got up to go do my job when he stopped me “this isn’t about me it’s about you tonight” he layed me on my back teasing me tracing circles with his hard on by my entrance “fuck me” I begged and he listened, without any warning he plunged into me causing my back to involuntarily arch. “Fuck” he moaned as he quickened his pace, he leaned down pecking my lips. I removed my bra and he scanned my breasts, he took hold of one while slowing down his pace, after sometime he lifted me up placing my back along a wall. “I’m almost there” he said with a low raspy quick voice, I nodded my head as he entered me once again. Harder and harder he would go looking me straight in the eye to see how he was doing. I couldn’t describe the amount of pleasure I was getting if my life depended on it. I felt my back hit the wall and the silent room being filled with profanity, moans and skin slaps. He yanked my body off the wall placing his hands on my ass lifting me up and down his length fast as I moaned. His hair coming in his face blocking his eyes as he moaned and kissed my neck “I’m gonna cum” I moaned bouncing “together” he said yanking my hair. He took three final thrusts and on the final one my nails pierced his skin as I moaned slight profanities, his hands gripping my ass as he let out a manly moan while releasing inside me. He carried me still on his length and placed me on the bed,I climbed under the blankets as he layed across from me doing the same. We regained our breathing, I layed there thinking about the actions that just took place as he took my hand playing with our nails before saying something “ didn’t know you had that in you lil mama” “theres a lot you don’t know about me” I chuckled “can I be the only one to find out?” He asked “is this you asking me out? Because if so then yes” I said cuddling in his chest, he kissed my forehead and eventually we fell asleep in each other’s arms.



You sat up in bed with your head in your hands. You made sure that you were completely covered even though Sebastian probably saw more than you wanted while intoxicated.

You couldn’t believe that you slept with him. You tried to recount the events from last night but nothing. It was all such a blur.

Sebastian sat at the other side of the bed. He was just as surprised as you were by what happened. He couldn’t remember a thing after taking those shots with you at the bar the night before.

“I never want to drink ever again.” You moaned. Not only were you struggling with trying to remember what happened, but you were also nursing a hangover.

You looked over at Sebastian and saw that he was now facing away from you.

“Are you going to say anything?”

He turned his head, looking at the wall instead of at you, “I really don’t know what to say.”

“We just slept together and you have nothing to say?” You asked him incredulously.

Sebastian stood up from the bed. You almost averted your eyes but he covered himself with a sheet before you could see anything.

“What would you like for me to say, (Y/n)?” He asked with a hint of frustration in his tone.

“Say what you want to say.”

“Fine! I’m not upset that it happened. I’m not upset that we slept together (Y/n)! The only regret that I have is that I don’t remember a damn thing! I don’t remember kissing you or holding you in my arms as we fell asleep. I don’t remember kissing every inch of your body. That’s what I regret, (Y/n) but I damn sure don’t regret that it happened so if that’s what you’re waiting for me to say, then don’t hold your breath.” Sebastian spoke the entire time with his eyes locked on yours. You couldn’t remember the last time he spoke to you like he did so passionately and vulnerable.

You didn’t want him to say that he regretted it. You wanted the opposite actually. Of course you were freaked out about what happened. Anyone would be if they suddenly woke up besides their first boyfriend in bed after a night of drinking.

You still felt a little iffy about trusting him. He hadn’t told you about being in a relationship when the two of you had been flirting when your first reconnected. If he had been truthful with you, you probably wouldn’t have had the feelings for him that you did.

You looked up at him, “Sebastian, I–”

He wrapped the sheet around his waist and held his free hand up stopping you from continuing, “If you are going to tell me that you regret it, I really don’t want to hear it, (Y/n). I have to get going.”

Sebastian walked out of the room and into the bathroom before you could utter a word.

You didn’t know what to do. Should you stay and try and talk things out or go and keep avoiding him like you had been for weeks.

You decided to gather your clothes that were strung across the room and figure it out once you were dressed. You quickly got off the bed, wrapped a blanket around yourself as you searched for your clothes.

Your undergarments had been near the door to the room. Your dress was in the living room. After you got dressed, you checked your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a little unruly but it was appropriate considering how it got that way. You noticed a hickey on the left side of your collarbone. Touching it lightly, your thoughts roamed to Sebastian’s mouth there hours ago. You wished that you could remember it.

Someone knocking on the door interrupted your thoughts. You grabbed a hair tie that Sebastian had laying around and put your hair in a ponytail.

You opened the door and saw Chris was there dressed in his usual gym attire. He seemed genuinely surprised to see you opening the door to Sebastian’s hotel room.


You wished that you hadn’t answered the door. It probably just made things a million more complicated.

“Uh, hey Chris. What’s up?”

He chuckled, “I should be asking you the same thing.”

“Things got a little complicated last night.”

“I can tell by the size of that hickey on your neck.” He pointed out before laughing again.

You rolled your eyes and stepped back into the room where he followed. You looked around for your shoes before finding them near the couch.

“Where’s Sebastian?” Chris set his gym bag down before sitting on the couch.

“I think he’s in the shower.” You mumbled.

Chris grinned, “So, you guys are finally together?”

Shaking your head, you slipped your shoes on, “No, we aren’t.”

The grin disappeared from Chris’ face, “What? Well then why—”

“Because we got drunk!” You whispered harshly. You didn’t know how long Sebastian was going to be in the shower but you wanted to be gone once he was done.

“Why are you whispering?”

“I’m trying to get out of here before he gets out of the shower.” You looked around for your clutch and found it on one of the other chairs.

“What happened last night?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I have no idea. Sebastian and I woke up this morning with no recollection of what happened last night and we sort of got into an argument. I just really need to go before he gets out of the bathroom before I say something to make things worse.”

Chris nodded, “Okay, I get it. Call me later okay? We can go and get some coffee. My treat.”

“Yeah, that sounds great.” You waved goodbye before walking over to the door. Opening it, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw Anthony standing on the other side. He had his fist up like he was about to open the door before you opened it.

He noticed that you were in the same dress from last night and coming out of Sebastian’s room. “Looks like you didn’t need a wingman last night, (Y/n).”

“Oh for fucks sake!” You groaned before leaving.


Anthony walked into Sebastian’s hotel room once you had stormed off. It was clear to see what happened with you and Sebastian the night before. He knew a walk of shame when he saw one.

“Dude, did they–?”

Chris nodded from his spot on the couch, “Yeah, they did.”

“Damn, Seabass sure does know how to pick them. Where is he?”

Chris pointed his thumb towards the bedroom, “He’s in the shower.”

“I came to see if he wanted to hit the gym.”

“Yeah, me too. Let’s leave him a note to meet us down there. He might not be up for company right now.”

Anthony was a little confused, “Why?”

“Come on. I’ll explain on the way there.”


Sebastian saw the note that Chris and Anthony left him and went to meet them in the gym downstairs. He needed to let off some steam and working out was the perfect way to do that.

“There’s the man of the hour!” Anthony said once he saw Sebastian walking into the gym. He set his bag near where the two of them were situated.

“Good morning guys.” He said.

“I’m sure you are having a good morning if you know what I mean.”

Sebastian looked at Chris. He saw that his cheeks were tinted a shade of red.

“What’s going on?”

“We may have saw (Y/n) leaving your room this morning.” Chris answered him.

Sebastian froze. He had thought that you had left before Anthony and Chris stopped by his room.

“I think I messed things up.” He mumbled.

“No shit.” Anthony joked.

“Tell us what happened.” Chris said giving his friend his undivided attention.

Sebastian explained how the two of you woke up not remembering anything from the night before. He told them that you guys had gotten into an argument and he stormed off before you could respond to how he felt.

“Did she say anything to either of you?” Sebastian asked them.

Chris shook his head, “No she didn’t. What are you going to do next?”

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders, “Honestly, I have no idea. I don’t think she wants to have anything to do with me after this. She seemed like she regretted what happened.”

“Maybe you should give her some space.” Mackie suggested.

“I don’t know if that’s going to make things better. We’ve had enough space for years. I can’t lose her guys.” Sebastian didn’t know what he would do if the two of you went a long time without speaking again.

Chris mulled it over. He wanted to help two of his closest friends out. It was clear that you and Sebastian cared about each other deeply. He wanted to help the both of you achieve happiness.

“I think I have an idea.” Chris said as he took his phone out and sent you a text.


Instead of meeting Chris for coffee, he had asked you to go to dinner with him that evening. He told you that he would meet you there since he had a few things to take care of.

You looked up the restaurant that Chris suggested and saw that it was really fancy. You wondered why he wanted to go somewhere so upscale but didn’t ask.

You wore a dress since you didn’t want to be completely out of place there. It was plum and strapless stopping a little above your knee.

The restaurant was only a few blocks from the hotel so you walked instead of getting a cab.

There was a hostess standing near the door when you walked in.

“Hello, do you have a reservation?” She asked you.

You nodded, “Yes, I’m supposed to be meeting someone here. The last name is Evans.”

The hostess looked down at the computer screen, “Ah, yes. He is already here and waiting for you in the private room.”

Private room?

You had an inkling that something was going on as you followed the hostess to the back of the restaurant. She opened the door to the private room and you stepped inside.

The lighting inside was dim. It smelled like roses and you noticed there were rose pedals spread around on the floor.

There was soft music playing and candles scattered across the room. A single table was in the middle of the room with two chairs across from each other.

Occupying one of those chairs was Sebastian.


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