I want your colors ✘ Sebastian Smythe Imagine - Soulmates AU ✘
✘ A/N: OKAYYYYY, it’s my first Soulmates AU, so, it can, maybe, be not really good. But I hope you like it!
I’m sorry for my delay, exams t.t
WE WERE LIKE SCREAMINGGGG COLOOOORS ~Taylor Swift’s voice
@lyss-91, thank you for beta sz
✘ Request by @ships-but-never-cannons: I don’t know if requests are still open, but I was thinking there could be a Sebastian Smythe imagine. It’s a Soulmates AU but he essentially treats the reader like shit. It isn’t until colors started fading (for instance, you can choose the AU) and he’s surprised by how alarmed he is that he’s actually losing his Soulmate?
Treating people like shit is, was, always was and always would be fun.
Well, that was what Sebastian Smythe thought.
Some people may blame paternal absence, others his mother’s early death, a small part would say he was a nice guy - and that little bit did not involve any of his few exs, thanks. - and the overwhelming majority would think he was just an idiot with hair so neat that it would make even a CW prince vomit.
But being an arrogant jerk in a world where there are soulmates is a dangerous game.
Not that Sebastian really cared about this, not really that he knew he cared so much.
The Smythe always thought he would know when he found his soul mate. Seriously, what kind of blind fool wouldn’t see his own soulmate?
Obviously, he was one of those idiots.
“What are you doing in my dorm, macaw?” Sebastian said in a tone of irritation as he entered in room, just wishing a good nap, and seeing one of the members from the New Directions there.
“Okay, of all the nasty nicknames you gave me, and there aren’t a few, that’s the most nonsense one.” Sebastian rolled his eyes as you spoke.
“I think it’s tuned like a whistle is easier for your poor public school brain to understand.” He smiled wryly and you rolled your eyes.
“I just came to get my cellphone.” You continued what you were doing: searching the desk on Jett’s side of the dorm for your phone. “Here it is!” You smiled excitedly.
“Really, you have a chlid’s animation.” He snorted and leaned against the door, sitting on his bed right away.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You smiled and grabbed your purse. You didn’t like the way Sebastian treated you, but felt that deep down he was a good person and all this was just a scenario to protect himself. The stories that Jett told about his leader really helped you to believe that Smythe had a soul, but his foreboding had come from the moment you laid eyes on him.
If it was really to be honest, you felt something different the minute you laid eyes on him. Deep in your heart, you felt that maybe, just maybe, he was your soul mate. From the way you felt the moment you first saw him… There was simply no science that would not indicate the catastrophic outcome: soulmate of the evil enemy.
“What’s your problem? Besides the obvious lack of talent, of course.” You walked toward the door, but you turned to him with a confused expression on your face.
"Come on, don’t play dumb.” Sebastian rose from the bed. “Sorry, I forgot who you are, you probably aren’t playing." And again, he acted like an idiot. It made you wonder if you were deluding yourself into thinking he could be your soulmate.
"Bye, Sebastian, have a good night.” You rolled your eyes, trying to contain your irritation, and turned to the door. But as soon as you put your hand on the silver handle, the front of a male body leaned against your back as Sebastian’s hand was pushed against the door, preventing you from opening it.
“Do you think you can come here as if this room was a day care just because you’re fucking with Jett?” Sebastian almost growled. He never knew why, but the thought of you and Jett dating made him nervous. If anyone stopped to think, their insults made you worse when Sebastian began to suspect it.
“Wait, you think Jett and I are dating?” You laughed at how stupid that idea sounded. You and Jett were friends since you were 2 years-old, that’s all. Sebastian rolled his eyes and smirked at you.
“Like I care about who you let in between your legs.” He moved closer to you, his irritation mingling with excitement as you felt his breath against your neck, you sighed and closed your eyes.
He hated that you were leaving him like that. Excited without a simple touch, needed by you, he just wanted to kiss you and…
“Bitch.” Those words made you open your eyes, startled. “You think I don’t know about your recent past? You gave it to half the school after you found out that Ian was not your soulmate, that’s sad. But how bold…” A slap prevented him from continuing his speech . Your eyes were filled with tears that you would not let fall. Ian was your ex boyfriend who lied to all school by telling that you fucked with everyone because he tried to break up with you by not feeling like you were his soulmate, when, in fact, you broke up with him when you caught him with his mouth on Quinn’s neck.
Actually, the Warbler knew that from Jett, he just wanted to hurt you, even you didn’t know this, but it had changed.
Sebastian Smythe was an idiot, and you felt even more stupid for believing he was your soulmate.
You turned and opened the door, walking away at full speed. Sebastian didn’t even try to stop you, too weak for his feelings.
Why was not he angry at the slap? Why did he feel sorry for what he had said? He never, again, never regretted being mean to people.
Why the hell did he missed you?
Jett entered the room smiling and the length, arching his eyebrow at the confused look of his friend.
"What about them?” Jett asked confused.
“They’re weak, ugly.” Sebastian looked at Jett, his clear eyes seemed opaque, his hair was horrible. He went to the window and looked out: the vivid green grass looked dead, colorless. Sebastian managed to capture a couple where the man was giving a bouquet of red roses to the woman.
Sebastian saw the very moment when the vibrant color of the bouquet began to peel before his eyes and turn into an empty color.
No, that was impossible. This could only happen if he were losing his soulmate and…
He realized that (Y/N) (Y/L/ N) was his soulmate.
Why did he feel so desperate for simple stupid colors? Sebastian was not the kind of guy who really cared about soulmate, he thought, but his heart almost coming out of his mouth said the opposite.
“Damn it!” Sebastian opened the door and hurried off, ignoring Jett’s screams for him.
He’d done the biggest shit of his life, and that was a fairly contested position on Sebastian Smythe’s list.
It had not been too long since you left, even if the 10 minutes of your departure were centuries-long for the leader of the Warblers.
Sebastian had never felt so desperate in his entire life for being alone: his father was absent and his mother died in childbirth, he learned to be alone and got well at it, it was not a real problem.
“(Y/N)!” He screamed as he stared at you from afar, but you did not turn. Sebastian ran and touched his shoulder. “(Y/N), I’m so sor … You’re not (Y/N).” He rolled his eyes when he realized that he was wrong. “Shit."
"Did you just call me shit?” The girl folded her arms and Sebastian sighed.
“Listen, mouse, I don’t have time to…"
"Sebastian.” You called him and he looked at you. You heard when he called you, but waited to see the scene unfold with another girl as you approached slowly.
“(Y/N), I usually don’t apologize…” Sebastian’s monologue was interrupted by a groan of pain from his mouth. The girl he’d ‘accidentally’ cursed had kicked his leg and gone. You knelt on the floor, worried, beside your (not?) so likely soulmate who groaned copiously with the hand on his leg.
“Are you alright?” You asked in alarm and Sebastian nodded, still with a grimace of pain, and sat down on the grass beside you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. He looked at you as if you had betrayed him, which only made you laugh more.
“Really? Laughing at the pain of your soul mate?"
"Well, you deserved it… Wait, what?"
"I’m sorry for calling you a bitch, and I never apologize, I don’t mind treating people like shit. But when it was with you, when you walked out the door… The colors began to look uglier than The New Directions dancing. "
"Go to the point, Sebastian.” You smiled, ignoring Sebastian’s daily cursing at his rivals. So you were not deluding yourself, at all!
“The colors were lifeless and I was so fucking alarmed when I thought I’d lost you. To me, everything was always fun and games, but I don’t want just it with you, I don’t want to be mean at you or something like that. I want the colors.” As soon as Sebastian finished his speech, you leaned forward and kissed him.
For a second, all the Hollywood clichés made sense.
The butterflies, the electricity, the feeling of being the most important thing in the world, the fast heart beat, the safety, every little thing.
If having a soulmate was that, both of you hoped it would never end.
When you pulled away a little, Sebastian looked into your eyes.
The colors never have been more screaming.
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