No one can catch the motherfucking fox.

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[asmythecriminal]

pairing(s) → Quinnbastian friendship, Pre-Kurtbastian and a hint of Pre-Fabrevans. notes → This is a prompt that wouldn't leave my head based off this photoset. It's just a drabble but I may work on making it a longer fic sometime after I finish my current one

“I wasn’t staring,” Sebastian responds, leaned against the locker beside hers as he waited for her to finish gathering her things for her next class, which they had together.

“Please, you were practically drooling,” she tells him, closing her locker and clicking the lock in place, twisting the dial before turning to walk down the hall with Sebastian beside her.

“I was not,” he denies, bumping her gently. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, earning a scoff from Sebastian. “I wasn’t! I was trying to figure out how anyone let him walk out of the house with that horrendous excuse of a sweater crop top thing,” he says, making a face and Quinn can’t help the laugh that passes her lips.

“Maybe you can pull that ‘not into him’ crap with San and Britt but I’ve known you since preschool. I’m pretty sure I know when you are and aren’t into someone.” Sebastian rolls his eyes at this and Quinn raises an eyebrow, noting that he wasn’t denying it. “I could set you up with him you know.” She says, grinning when that seemed to catch his attention.

“You can do that?” he asks as she walks a few steps ahead of him into the classroom, heading towards the back to the table they shared. “Quinn?”

“Mhm, all we need to do is join the Glee club.” She grins and Sebastian gives her a skeptical look as he sits down after hanging his backpack from the back of his chair. He smirks then, realizing something.

“And this plan of yours, it has nothing to do with the fact that the new transfer, Sam, is in Glee club too?” he asks and Quinn turns to him, smirking as she reached up to pinch his cheek, something she knew he hated.

“Awe, Sebby. It has everything to do with Sam being in Glee club.”

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Seriously, Hummel?

author → asmythecriminal pairing → pre-Kurtbastian notes → This for Day One of Kurtbastian week. :) The Unholy Trinity make an appearance here so yeah, even better.

“Look, all I’m saying is that Tony Stark wannabe isn’t worth this giant freak out that Rachel’s set on dramatizing. So what the third Nationals group got disqualified and the Warblers are in? We beat them at Regionals and we’ll beat them there. And on the off chance we don’t, you really think they’ll beat Vocal Adrenaline? I heard Jesse sneaks adderoll in their food so they never sleep. They just practice all day.” Santana stated as the small group of New Directions gathered around the small couches centered in The Lima Bean. Rachel had been freaking out about the Warblers gaining the position on the Nationals set-list left by the third group after they were disqualified from the competition because their coach tried to bribe the judges in their favor.

“Rachel is being Rachel. She’ll freak out, maybe cry a few times, sing about her feelings and then drive us all crazy with trying to figure out a set list.” Kurt says, sitting down beside Quinn on the small loveseat. He and Blaine were currently “on a break”, -mutual, of course-, after talking about how their once firework of a relationship had calmed too much into the friend territory. They remained good friends, though understandably, it was a bit awkward at times.

“Yeah well-” Santana started before focusing on something behind the pair, Brittany looking in the same direction with some confusion as to why her girlfriend had suddenly stopped talking. Santana’s eyes widened slightly, realizing that yes, this was who she thought he was and what the hell was that kid doing with him? “Dios mio.” She muttered under her breath and Kurt raised a perfectly shaped brow, turning to look at what had her so shocked.

He didn’t know what he had expected but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting what he saw. Sebastian stood in the relatively short line to the counter, uniform gone due to it being the weekend, with a small girl in his arms. Her head rested on his chest, tiny hand twisting what Kurt assumed to be a charm on her necklace while her other hand was up by her mouth as she sucked her thumb. It was an odd sight to see, and Kurt would admit that most of it was because he had a hard time believing that Sebastian was able to be near something so innocent as a child without sucking the light from their soul but there he was, looking natural as ever with her in his arms.

“Huh..” Kurt huffed out, not really sure what to make of the situation. His mind automatically jumped to the conclusion that she was Sebastian’s even though he was as gay as the day was long. She could’ve been his kid sister for all he knew but his mind was stuck on the possibility that she could be his daughter. The resemblance was definitely there. He didn’t think much of this though, mainly due to the fact that his train of thought was derailed with the sound of Santana’s voice.

“Meerkat!”

Any other day Kurt would have laughed at the fact that Sebastian actually turned his head at that, having heard the insult countless times from Kurt or Santana who had picked it up from him. Their relationship -if you could call it that- was relatively the same, though there was much less animosity after Sebastian lost interest in Blaine and moved on to his next conquest.

After locating where the sound had come from, Sebastian raised an eyebrow and left his spot in line to walk over to them, not really caring that he had to go back and possibly wait since it seemed to be on of the Lima Bean’s slow days. The little girl in his arms lifted her head and looked over at them, eyes a vibrant green just like Sebastian’s own before she decided she wasn’t interested and rested her head against his chest again. He seemed not to be bothered by the fact that he’d been spotted with a kid, in fact he still had his ever present smirk on his face.

“Is there a reason you called me over or could you just not bear the distance?” He asks, glancing over at Kurt and nodded a bit in acknowledgement.

“Who’s she?” Kurt asks before he can stop himself. Sebastian looks down at the girl who seemed to have become interested in tracing over the few freckles that weren’t covered by the vneck he wore, giggling to herself when it seemed she had made a shape only she could see.

“This is Imogen.” He says, bouncing her gently to get her attention. Wide green eyes looked up at him expectantly and he motioned to the small group. “Don’t be rude, say hi.” He tells her and she looks around, giving them a bright smile with confidence Kurt didn’t think he’d ever seen in such a young child.

She was definitely a Smythe.

“Hi!” She says in her high pitched voice, waving enthusiastically before something by the counter caught her eye. “Papa! Cookies!” She says, bouncing up and down and he rolls his eyes fondly, setting her down.

“Don’t put your face on the glass!” He tells her, turning back to the shocked faces of the group. “What?”

“She’s yours?” Kurt asks, raising an eyebrow when Sebastian snorts.

“Seriously, Hummel? I’m a hundred percent gay. I don’t know who you hang out with but it’s kinda hard to get someone pregnant that way.”

“She called you Papa,” Quinn points out and Sebastian shrugs.

“I pretty much raised her. She’s my older sister’s baby but she’s always out working and so are my parents so I stay with her when I’m home from Dalton.” He explains, not seeing why they thought it was so strange. “Anyway, I have to go before she decides she wants one of the cakes instead. Her mom would kill me if I gave her sugar this early.” He says before turning towards the counter again.

“We should go too, before we’re late to practice and Rachel decides to have another diva freak out. I might have to punch her.” Santana says as her, Brittany ad Quinn gather their things.

“You guys go ahead, I need a refill,” Kurt says and the others shrug before walking out to wait for him in their respective cars. Kurt gets his bag and walks over to where Sebastian was now waiting for his order while Imogen chewed happily at a cookie.

“Need anything?” Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow and Kurt rolls his eyes, unsure where to start what he was thinking of voicing.

“Look, I know you said you’re stuck raising her cause your sister’s always out. So… if you ever need any help, don’t hesitate to call okay?” He says and Sebastian smirks.

“Are you coming on to me Hummel?”

“In your dreams.” He quips and Sebastian laughs lightly before shrugging at his offer.

“Sure,” he says, pulling out his phone and taking down Kurt’s number, saving it and putting his phone away. Kurt gave him a nod and a soft ‘see you around’ before walking out, leaving Sebastian to wait for his order again. There was a small smile on his face though, the thought of Kurt coming over to help giving him a warm feeling. Sure, his younger sister helped out a lot too and between them Imogen was pretty much overly cared for.

But Kurt didn’t need to know that.

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Drabble - Gleevengers Verse

author → asmythecriminal pairing → pre-sebklaine notes → This is for the lovely discordandrhythm and also for my shameless love of the thought of Sebastian as Tony Stark.

Sebastian's taking casually with a small zapper in his hand as Blaine focuses on the screen in front of him, the responses he's giving distracted and only slightly intelligible. Sebastian is curious though, and he wants to see the Hulk, not really caring that maybe it wasn't the best idea to do it with so many people on board. So he walks behind him and pokes his side with the zapper and Blaine starts but otherwise remains in control. Sebastian can't help but be impressed.

"You've really got a lid on it, haven't you? What's your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?" he asks and Blaine only chuckles and shakes his head, going back to what he was doing.

"Sebastian leave him alone." Kurt says in annoyance but Sebastian only smirks in response before turning back to Blaine, determined to make him snap. His suit was nearby and he could easily get to it and Kurt, bitchy as he was, could protect himself. He was Captain America after all.

"I find it hard to believe that you turn into this gigantic hulking monster thing." Sebastian says, turning to study one of the screens in front of him as Blaine looks up briefly and Kurt rolls his eyes, ready to smack Sebastian upside the head if he continues to bother Blaine.

"Why's that?"

"Well... you're tiny," he quips without looking away from the screen and it's Blaine's turn to roll his eyes. "It's hard to think something that big could form from your body. It's more believable that you'd be like, the Hobbit with a penchant for small daggers and a slingshot."

"Your voice is giving me a headache, please stop talking." Kurt says, rubbing his temples and shaking his head. Sebastian merely shrugs, and turns back to Blaine.

"So, seriously. How does the Hulk come from Grumpy's body? I think you should demonstrate," he encourages and Kurt lets out a annoyed sigh.

"Is everything a joke to you?"

"Only the funny stuff."

"He could seriously injure the people on this ship if he loses control," he snaps, then realizing what he said, turns to Blaine. "No offense," he says and Blaine simply waves it off and gives a simple 'None taken.'

"They'll be fine. My suit is close and you're here. I'm pretty sure between the two of us we'd be able to keep him here." he says and Blaine sighs, pulling off his glasses. No way he was going to be able to concentrate with the two drama queens in the room.

"Him is still here you know."

"Are you? You'd gone quiet, I figured you'd hightailed it back to the Shire."

"Sebastian!"

"Oh don't get your spangley panties in a twist, Kurt." Sebastian says, rolling his eyes. "Obviously he can control himself. What I want to know is how he does it. Don't tell me you aren't the least bit curious?"

"You really want to know my secret?" Blaine asks before Kurt can respond, leaning against one of the tables and Sebastian nods.

"Uh, yeah. Kinda the whole point of this little 'Activate the Hobbit' mission."

"Well, if you must know, my secret is that I-" at that moment, Sue came barging in and Sebastian let out an annoyed groan at the sight of her.

"Alright ladies, enough squawking and gossiping and get back to work." she snaps.

"Looks like you don't get to see my party trick after all, Smythe."

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Remebering Sunday || Sebtana

Pairing: Sebtana

Summary: Santana leaves without any warning and Sebastian doesn't cope very well without her.

Notes: This was originally a songfic to Remembering Sunday by All Time Low but this is as far as I got without thinking it was completely shitty.

Sebastian woke from a dreamless sleep. Was he really even sleeping? He doesn't know, he's too out of it to remember if he slept or just lost track of time in the nothingness he'd created in his mind. He wouldn't be particularly surprised if it was the latter though. He groaned as he read the angry red numbers, blinking furiously at him, telling him it was just past two a.m., with every blink carefully constructed to go in time with another second, another second that she wasn't with him, and another that his life no longer held a purpose. Another that he was left alone with that blasphemous mind of his, and anyone that knew him well enough knew that was dangerous.

He sat up, tired of thinking. That's the shitty thing about being drunk for him. He could still think. He could still feel, even more than when he was sober in fact. So he reached for the bottle of Jack he'd made friends with recently and as he did so, his fingers brushed the edge of a frame and he froze as the memory hit him like a tidal wave.

"Bastian! Quit it!" She laughed despite the annoyance in her tone. She dodged another one of his swipes and hit his shoulder with the paintbrush in her hands. Green stained his shirt and he gasped dramatically, flicking his own brush, which he'd previously been using to hit her with, and getting spatters of light green paint her tanned skin. Piercing green eyes met smoldering brown and a war began. She smacked his bare arm and he opted to dip his hand in the paint and smear it onto the front of her shirt. She squealed in shock and did the same to the side of his pants.

Her mother, thankful that they'd covered the ground and furniture, smiled at the exchange. She got her camera and snapped a quick picture. In it, Sebastian held Santana back, one hand grabbing her wrist and the other reaching for the hand trying to smear paint on his face. Both were laughing in the picture, the smiles so big and bright it rivaled New York City lights. She watched for a few more seconds before returning to the meal she'd been making before.

He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply and retreating to that nothingness in the corner of his mind. He felt wetness on his cheek and was surprised to find that he'd let a single tear fall. He wiped it away quickly and raised the bottle to his lips, letting the liquid burn his throat. He swallowed thickly and walked to his window.

He looked up at the sky. The sun was long gone and the moon was shining brightly. He found himself pleading for it to stay as it was his only connection to her. She loved the night. Its darkness was calming. But it suffocated him. He never enjoyed the darkness but he did when she was with him. She was his light, as cliché as it sounds but it was true. Without her he saw no reason for the sun to come up. There was no reason for the moon to be shining so brightly, mocking him. Suddenly, instead of cherishing it like he was a mere few seconds ago, he cursed it. He wanted it gone. He didn't want this light. He wanted to be alone, drowning in the abyss of tonight.

[asmythecriminal]

Am I the only one who sees Grant Gustin as Adrian Ivashkov?

Idk, he's who I pictured while reading the books.

[asmythecriminal]

My Great Perhaps || Sebuinn

Pairing: SeQuinn

Notes: Just an idea from a Percy Jackson RP I'm in which I'm half a Gustgron couple so yeah.

Also, I reposted this from another account of which I've forgotten the password to.

“Please?” She asks, her golden-green eyes pleading and her full lips set in an irresistably adorable pout that he couldn’t say no to. She held the marker in her hand, the cap already off and he sighs, looking up at her. They were currently on his bed with her legs on either side of his waist as she tries to convince him to let her write on him. He looks up at her, his hands resting on her thighs as he takes in her disheveled appearance, only the blanket wrapped around thelower half of her otherwise exposed body.

“Why?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, his head resting on the pillow as he waited for her to respond. She simply leans down, kissing him slowly.

“Because I want to and it’s Christmas so you have to let me,” she grins, nuzzling him and sitting up again. Her grin brightens even more when he rolls his eyes but motions for her to go ahead. She leans down again, pressing her lips to his chest over his heart before moving the marker over the area. He hissed softly at the coolness of the ink but otherwise stayed still as she wrote.

“What’d you put?” He asks after a moment and she grins, sitting up and pulling her camera off the nightstand, aiming towards what she’d written, taking the picture and showing it to him. ‘My Great Perhaps’ was written in her elegant script right across his heart. He looks up at her with a bright smile on his face, setting the camera down and pulling her to him for another kiss. He would make love to her numerous times that night and in the morning while she’s still fast asleep, he’ll sneak out to the best tattoo shop he can find.