𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖙

𝐓 𝐇 𝐄   𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 .

trigger warnings : descriptions of murder, death, blood, brief mention of a panic attack

tl;dr : in which aidan is summoned back to black manor by his family, is issued an assignment to complete, and the aftermath that follows. 

“I think those same people will readily fight you,” Austin chuckles as he takes a quick sip of water. While he can agree that some members of the student body have gone quite wild, he thinks this is an excellent way to close out the year. But the sympathetic, concerned look is quick to reappear on his face while he moves to join Aidan. “This might be a stupid question, but are you alright? I saw someone didn’t pay attention to the watch the ribs advice,” he politely questions.

“Uh, yeah! Are you excited to be a fourth year?” That answered the question that he almost asked but didn’t. Now he had no choice but to respond back, putting on a goofy grin to try and diffuse the situation, “Or two down, none to go?” Could anyone blame him? “Do you think you’ll get there by the summer? You’re looking better already!” 

yara nods in understanding and there’s part of her that thinks maybe he’s about to tell her he’s not over natasha yet and still needs time, which she would understand, but he keeps talking and she can’t stop the way a smile spreads across her face. she doesn’t really want to stop it either. she notices so many things about him that makes her heart skip a beat now, like the angle of his face when he talks to her because he’s so much taller, the way his hair falls into his eyes but he holds her gaze anyway. “okay. yeah, i…. yeah, i definitely think we do too. i’m glad we’re on the same page.” she’s relieved now, hoping maybe she’ll stop overthinking this, and she doesn’t let go of his hand as she finally starts down the hall. “you know this means you have to come to my graduation party, right? my mom is even shorter than me, don’t step on her on accident.”

“i would have thought you would be beyonce’s biggest fan, aidan,” luna teases lightly, because he bought her an entire laptop, so she feels like they’re at that level of comfort with each other. her brows furrow with concern though. “how are you feeling? healing okay?”

Looking at Aidan, a soft smile formed on Dana’s lips. “Let them have this one” she said and then sighed. “Not everyday a big celebrity get’s booked” crossing their arms over their chest, looking at him and then towards the stage, they then frowned a little. “What happened to your ribs?” of course they had to care. It was their thing. 

luc  will  expel  a  grateful  sigh .  “  thank  god ,  it's  you .  or  thank  the  devil ,  or  whoever  —  these  people  are  insane .  ”   luc  declares ,  eyes  widened  only  slightly  but  for  luc  it’s  a  lot .  “  i  would  understand  if  it  was  emmanuel  pahud  or  you  know ,  even  joël-françois  durand  but  this  ?  ”    index  finger  points  to  the  sky ,  though  he  means  beyonce .  “  i  will  not  be  swayed .  ”   

If Stella was somber beforehand at the realization that her time at Gallagher is fleeting in the most rapid rate, seeing brightness on Aidan’s face at her entrance is a quick cure. She nods slowly, “Oh yeah. Definitely.” Stella sighs, rests her hand on the table to fiddle with a napkin while she stands beside it. “You will not think so once you hear my very strong reasoning. For starters, Seb has already asked me to dance first, so I feel it’s only fair I dance with you and Jerome as well.” A pause, letting her head drop to her shoulder. “Secondly, it’s the last dance of the year, I may not wear a dress this pretty in a long time.” Her eyes move up to his face slowly, a faint smile. “And thirdly…I won’t be a student at Gallagher next year, and I’m afraid you’re going to miss me terribly.” 

@gallagherstart​​

“  for  the  last  time  . .  NO ,  i  don’t  know  the  single  ladies  dance .  ”

yara’s really only following satomi’s advice, wanting to talk about the one thing that gives her any sort of lingering doubt about tonight, and she knows this isn’t the perfect moment to talk about it, but she’s not sure that moment even exists. “i guess i just… wanted to return the favor because you asked me if i felt cornered and i didn’t ask you the same thing. i know the way you and natasha broke up means you… probably weren’t planning on breaking up.” she wants to look away because she feels silly but she forces herself not to. “so i guess i just wanted to throw it out there that if this is just… kind of a last night together sort of thing for you and you don’t have any interest in taking this past tonight, that i understand. but if it’s not like that for you, you should know that i don’t feel cornered. and i hope you don’t either, because if you want to, i’m interested in taking this past tonight.”

oofsebastian·:

@itsaidanblack + @jrzimmerman·

“  a  little  bit  of  the  bubbly !  ”  seb  marches  over  with  three  champagne  flutes  in  his  hand ,  they’re  surprisingly  harder  to  balance  than  pint  glasses  but  he  doesn’t  spill  any ,  letting  each  of  them  take  their  glass . “  —  to  the  two  best  mates  i  could  ask  for .  ”  he  raises  his  own  glass  in  toast .

Jerome took one of the flutes from his friend, smile wide on his face. “To my two best friends who make every day a party.” He too raised his glass. @itsaidanblack·

“Did you come alone?” She’s not going to say it because this is as nosy as she’s going to get, but her expression is speaking volumes. @itsaidanblack​

“Before you say no to a dance with me…” Her hands knit behind her back as she strolls toward where he’s situated. “I’ve got a pretty good argument to persuade you. Three solid reasons why you have to, to be exact.” @itsaidanblack​