#para 6

[smytheatsmythe]

watching you perform;

He’s late, god, he’s fucking late.

“Move out of my way,” He snaps to people lingering on the steps of the subway and moving too slow for his patience.

Sebastian meant to leave his internship a half hour ago and he got held up by one of his exams. It’s not that Blaine can’t do this audition without him, he’s totally capable, but Sebastian wanted to stress that he could be there for him. That was important.

He trips over a curb and just manages not to completely face-plant as he turns the corner and rushes across the street. The theater is right down there... he lets out a haggard breath as he sees Blaine waiting and gathers as much oxygen into his lungs as he can.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” He pants, shaking his head as he tries to speak and breathe at the same time, “I left my internship as soon as I could.” The cold air is beginning to hurt is lungs--which just reminds him of why he doesn’t jog in this weather. “I’ve been reminded about how much I hate running.”

[bblainetheaanderson]

don’t i know you?

Blaine’s excited to go to his first event with Sebastian. He was honestly surprised he was invited even though they’ve been hanging out together for while now-- in and out of the bed. Sebastian was paying him for his time, regardless if they fucked or not.

It was getting a little bit confusing, so he’s trying not to overthink it. Sometimes Sebastian enjoyed going to a party or out to dinner and he’d bring Blaine along, mostly so he didn’t have to go alone. Blaine was sure that Sebastian had other acquaintances, other friends, other people to be with--people who were more sophisticated than him, richer for sure, maybe even a better time.

But he’s enjoying the ride while it lasts. He knows that at some point Sebastian will probably tire of him and he’ll be able to tell this story about hanging out with a celebrity that was sweet on him for the rest of his life.

Until then? He smiles at himself in the mirror, in a beautiful navy suit that Sebastian’s bought him for the event that they’re going to. He steps out of the bathroom and chews on his lower lip as he looks at his date,

“What do you think?

[blainerstheanderson]

sometimes i’m the mess;

It still feels like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop sometimes, but overall? Things have been well in the Anderson-Smythe household. They don’t see one another as often as Blaine would like (yeah, he’s admitting that one) but Sebastian is busy with teaching and plants and Blaine attempts to pull out from the double shifts that the hospital keeps assigning.

He collapses onto the bed when he gets home, tired and a little cranky and he only gets an hour of sleep until Sebastian comes home and slams the door shut. He jerks awake so fast and rubs his eyes, a soft sound leaving his lips as he blinks at the time. Fuck. He really needs to stop taking overnight shifts--it’s three in the afternoon and he feels like it’s one in the morning.

Blaine wearily pulls himself from bed and changes his clothes in the bathroom, a pair of joggers and a t-shirt as he comes back out into the bedroom and starts picking things up. For neither of them being home, it sometimes feels like stuff just piles up. He’s going to clean this room and maybe sort the kitchen and pass out again. A yawn slips out of his mouth as he turns to look at Sebastian as he comes into the bedroom.

“Hey.” Is all he can muster before organizing some things on the nightstand.

[sebthelawyer]

After his unfortunate talk with Blaine Sebastian was left hanging in between. He’s never felt anything to the previous guys he’s been sleeping around with, at least not as intense as it was with Blaine. And it never got beyond physical. 

But now when he knew he’s lost his chances with Blaine...was coming out even worth it?  Sebastian decided that until he figures this out, it’s better to play along with his usual game of pretend being a ‘thoughtful boyfriend”. 

That’s why he’s been playing his usual charming outlook, getting her flowers, visiting common friends (with Quinn being on his lap for most of the evening), and of course - accompanying her to the big art event she’shelped to organize in the local gallery.

“I’m so proud of you, baby” he kissed Quinn softly on the lips. “Your first big night”

[quiteashocker]

Bombs Away || Neven & Effie

@nevensato

It was early in the morning when Effie decided to run to get dog food. She was almost out, and Effie was uncomfortable with giving Loker human food, as he was on a doggy diet in the first place and she was fairly positive Deirdre was feeding him too—but she wasn’t one to yell at her for it. Maybe that’s was why Loker seemed to have taken an instant liking to the banshee…. Or maybe Loker just didn’t really like her that much and just tolerated her. But that wasn’t what was important.

Something was going on in this town. More than the 12 Labors of Hercules—or, well, maybe it was the 6th Labor as Bridget had said, but that also wasn’t on the forefront of Effie’s mind. Deirdre was on the forefront of Effie’s mind (her heart clenched as she realized the Deirdre would normally make some inappropriate joke that she could reciprocate and make Deirdre laugh). Reed was trying to do his best, and, well, so was she. And that meant, no matter how tired she as, she was going to get more supplies. And dog food. Because neglecting her pet would be one of the worst things possible in this is situation.

As Effie parked, she spotted something—no someone a little ways away. “Who the hell is up at this time of day?” Effie muttered. Besides her, of course. Shaking her head, she unbuckeled her seat belt and got out of the car. Who was that? Did she—

Oh.

“Neven?” In all retrospect, she shouldn’t have known the name of some kid from the internet. But with all this… problem solving she was trying to do, she had seen him and pictures of him online. The hell was he doing—

He could be sick. Like Deirdre.

She moved forward, suddenly concerned. “Are you okay?”

[littlexxbird]

Raven had seen him grab her. She hadn't meant to, but when Lincoln decided to be forceful with Octavia he hadn’t exactly been concerned with being seen. If he had been, he would not have done it in an area that could garner student traffic at any given time.

Maybe she was reading too much into this.

Maybe she was overreacting.

But Octavia was Bellamy's baby sister, and Bellamy was Raven's friend. If she had a suspension that something...bad...was going on, she should find out, right? She should look out for her friend. She should make sure that Bellamy knows so that he can get her away from Lincoln and away from any potential danger.

She had decided to confront Octavia about what she saw. She decided to find out for certain if something was happening behind closed doors, something that was being hid from everyone else. She knew it wasn't going to be easy, likely far from it, because of their relationship- the two girls were not all that close, but rather they were just mere acquaintances. She was going to try.

Raven sat at one of the back tables inside of the coffee shop, her eyes trained on the entrance as she awaited the arrival of the dark haired girl. She knew that Octavia enjoyed coffee, and she knew that she often frequented the coffee shop at least once a day- all Raven had to do was wait for her to arrive.

Her hands were wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee, lifting it to her lips and then setting it back down on the table, when she spotted Octavia. Immediately, a kind smile washed across her features and she lifted a hand, waving the other girl over to the table.

[quinnessentialrps]

Mistletoe | Fabrevans

“Do you want anything?” Quinn asked Sam as she popped the cork of the wine bottle and reached for a chute for herself. Normally she didn’t crack open a bottle of wine but it was the holidays so she figured she was allowed a small reprieve from the excitement now that her grandparents had gone back home and Aria was sleeping. The gifts still had to be brought out and placed under the tree but they had some time before they had to worry about that. Santa was on break for the time being.

After she had her glass poured she leaned against the counter and peered out at the growing storm clouds on the horizon. “I hope it doesn’t storm.” It wasn’t what they needed before the holiday. That and Aria never liked storms and while Quinn never minded her daughter crawling into bed with her she hated to see the little girl upset. For right now she wanted to enjoy some adult time with Sam and some conversation. The other day she hadn’t exactly gotten to ask him everything she wanted because Aria had been there.

“I have some other things too.” She told him knowing Sam or the Sam she knew, had never been big into wine. “We deserve a rest before the craziness of Christmas.” It was crazy but Quinn loved it. Now she understood why parents always said kids were what made the holidays. They got so excited and Aria was going to love the presents they had gotten her. Some of which would surely be a surprise to her. There were even a few under there for Sam. Some from her, some from Aria and some from them both.

[ultracharliejonesuniverse--blog1]

006 | maybe i just misunderstood

Charlie wasn't sure whether he was more nervous or happy to be standing in front or Connor's college's gates with a black bag hanging from his shoulder. There were some clothes on it and certainly not enough money for him to get a hotel room, so he honestly hoped he'd gotten it right and that this was Connor's college, because otherwise he'd be very sad and he would also have to sleep on a bench somewhere. It was cold to sleep on a bench, and he really didn't feel like getting arrested. 

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. After all, they had started talking less and less since Connor had gone back to his state after visiting Charlie about six months and twelve days ago. Not like he had a calendar where he marked the days they saw each other. At all. But the thing was, he missed his boyfriend too much, and he never invited him over or just dodged the subject wonderfully whenever Charlie brought it up, so he'd decided he'd just. Fly over there. Say hi. Terrible idea. Or wonderful. That remained to be seen.

After about two hours of walking around and actually sitting on classrooms waiting for Connor to walk in and be surprised, Charlie decided maybe he should quit the surprise plan and just call him. But then he found a little coffee shop that looked like one of those there are always in movies on the road, with the milkshakes and nice waiter and hamburgers and coffee, of course. It was a coffee shop after all. So he walked in and threw his bag on a booth and sat in front of a boy who was doing something on his phone and looked at him rather alarmed. "Hi. I'm Charlie, can I sit with you? I'm starving." He really was. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have sat with a random stranger. That was maybe not very polite and slightly dangerous, but he really wanted coffee. 

"Uhm. Sure. I mean. I'm kind of waiting for someone, but-"

"Great! I'll keep you busy until your someone gets here! Sorry, but I'm exhausted. Boyfriend hunting wore me out. God, that sounds terrible. I have a boyfriend, I wasn't just looking for a random one, but I couldn't find mine and I searched all over but this place is huge. I got off the plane this morning, from L.A., and I was kind of hoping to get to the place and find him standing there but then I remembered this is kind of a surprise visit so I guess it's my fault, right? What if he doesn't even want me here?"

Poor guy. He really didn't mean to annoy him, but it'd been years since he'd had a proper coffee conversation with someone, and he seemed pretty and nice, so why not.