grateful [Sebastian Solace x Reader]

dream

A life where you and Sebastian Solace met under normal circumstances.

The two of you went to the same college, and were taking the same music class. He minored in it while you were majoring in it.

You admired how well he played guitar from afar.

Although you never got to speak to him due to his stunning looks and your shyness, you did run into him at a boba shop.

The two of you properly introduced yourselves after placing your orders.

He admitted that he had been eyeing you, commenting on your skill with [instrument name], essentially praising you.

That was enough to almost make you drop dead, he was so genuine and sweet. Could someone of such perfection truly exist?

Sebastian Solace, what a beautiful name.

After grabbing your drinks and claiming a small table, you sat across from each other.

The two of you sat there drinking boba while engaging in small topics. It reminded you of those awkward icebreakers that your professor would make everyone do on the first day, but with Sebastian, it felt natural.

You talked about your minor while he talked about his major. He initially majored in business but disliked it then swapped to engineering. He adored the courses, but calculus was giving him a little bit of trouble.

Yet, you encouraged him to try his best. Nothing came for free, after all. It took effort.

He thanked you, checking his phone to check the time.

Speak of the devil, it was almost time for his calculus class.

The two of you exchanged numbers, he said he would be in touch soon to arrange some sort of hangout.

You waved him off with a smile, finishing the remaining sugary drink before tossing it into a nearby bin.

After that small encounter, the two of you frequently hung out. The two of you were rarely seen apart, your professors noticing but not caring as long as it didn't disrupt your studies.

You found out more about him as the weeks passed, and your attraction to him increased by tenfold.

You noticed many things. Like his pretty eyes. They're a greenish-blue. When light would hit them, you'd get so mesmerized to where you had to stop what you were doing.

It made Sebastian laugh, asking what the hell you were doing.

You'd brush it off, but always admit after some pressure from him that his eyes are pretty.

He never got tired of hearing you say those words.

Two months into dating Sebastian, he asked if you wanted to come over to his childhood home and meet his mother. You happily accepted, wondering who birthed such a pretty boy.

His looks were a bonus to his heart of gold, and his mother was very kind, too.

She greeted you with a kiss on the right cheek, pulling you into a hug as she told you about how much Sebastian talked about you over the phone.

His siblings were very chaotic, asking all sorts of questions about you in which Sebastian tried to stop them.

His mother laughed at her children bickering, telling them to knock it off in Spanish.

She didn't want you to be driven away, but you didn't mind at all.

She cooked amazing Chilean delicacies that you could not stop gushing over. She adored you and treated you like one of her own.

After dinner, Sebastian brought you to his old room. Everything was left untouched when he left for college, and it had many generic things a teenager would own.

There was an electric guitar that sat in the corner next to his bed. Sebastian noticed your wandering eyes and picked it up, hooking it up to an amp.

He played a song from Metallica, 'Whiskey in the Jar'.

His fingers were moving so quickly, you couldn't tell what fret his fingers were on.

As the song concluded, you couldn't help but applaud him, praising his skill.

He set his guitar down gently, turning his full attention to you.

He pulled you in for a kiss, your lives were perfect.

"...Hey, [Name]."

A voice called out to you in your head.

"[Name]." Something was happening, and your vision of Sebastian turned to black.

You groggily opened your eyes, groaning as you rubbed them.

Your eyes adjusted and you saw Sebastian. Only this time, he was his usual fishy self.

You were wrapped in his tail, his hands gently patting your head.

"Good morning." He said with a cute smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept good... Wish it lasted longer." You admit, fully awake now.

"And why's that?"

"I dreamt about you." You didn't specify what it was about, choosing to keep it to yourself. Would it be offensive? Hopefully not. Maybe one day you'll meet him under normal circumstances.

At least you were dating him now, fish boyfriend or not.

i really wanted to scrap this :^^