#eh its fine its for Sewis <3

[ghostwnby]

Marley & Me

Summary: Sebastian bets he won't cry during the movie 'Marley & Me.' Spoiler alert: He fails.

Authors note: Oh my god. Here it is. After almost 5 years of no writing, my first official fic 🥺 and it's an f1 fic who would've thought 😭😭 but fr I would like to thank @forza-lh44 for lovely request of a Sewis movie night 🤭 ur amazing my beautiful mutual 🥰❤️

Warnings: None. Just fluffiness and Sebastian being a soft hearted baby like always.

“ ‘Marley & Me’? Really?” Lewis asked, raising an eyebrow at his husband. “You realize this is going to make you sob, right?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to sob.”

Lewis gave him an unimpressed look. “Baby, I mean this in the best way possible but you are one of the biggest cry babies I have ever met. You tear up every time that one Sarah McLachlan commercial comes on.”

“Oh come on, that doesn’t count!” Sebastian protested, crossing his arms with a pout, “Everyone tears up when they see those poor pups locked up like that. I’m not a monster.”

Lewis chuckles softly and shakes his head, “Mhm. Right.”

“Fine. Why don’t we make a bet?”

“A bet?”

“Yes. A bet.” Sebastian confirms, “ I bet I can make it through the entirety of ‘Marley & Me’ without shedding a single tear.”

Lewis can already see how this is going to end so, being the nice partner he is, he decides to amuse him.

“Okay, what are the stakes?” He asks, turning his body towards his husband. “What do I get if I win?”

Sebastian smirks, “If you win, I’ll cook whatever you want for dinner for an entire month. But! If I win, you have to do all of our laundry for the rest of the month. And that includes my bee suit.”

“You mean your shirt that says ‘It’s a bee-autiful day to save the bees!’ and your raggedy, borderline offensive, basketball shorts that you always wear with it?”

Sebastian scoffs, “Hey, just because I have a better fashion sense than you doesn’t mean you can be hateful.”

Lewis grins at him, “Oh you are so right. I’m sorry.”

“So do we have a deal?” Sebastian asks, leaning closer to the man next to him. “Or are you scared of the sheer amount of laundry you are going to have to fold after your dear husband proves you wrong by showing you how much of a man he is by not crying over a silly little movie like ‘Marley & Me’?”

“Oh, so you want to play like that? Alright, fine. It’s a deal. But don’t come whining to me when you need help figuring out how long you should press tofu for after you lose.” Lewis challenged, chuckling at the mental image of his poor husband getting lost in the pages of one of his vegan cookbooks.

Sebastian shook his head and huffed, “I would never.”

“Mhm.”

And with that, Lewis grabbed the remote from the coffee table in front of him and pressed play.

Game on.

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Lewis felt his chest tighten as he watched as a teary-eyed Owen Wilson slowly bury his beloved friend on the screen in front of him.

Damn you Owen Wilson. He thought to himself as he leaned over to rest his head against Sebastian’s shoulder. But just as he was getting comfortable he felt…shaking? Lewis glanced up at the man above him. His face was wet.

Tears were streaming down his face.

He was crying.

No. He was sobbing.

“Aha! I knew you would cry!” Lewis exclaimed, straightening up to face his husband.

Sebastian’s hands immediately flew to his face to wipe his tears away. “No! No, I’m not...I just have something in my eye.”

Lewis rolled his eyes, “Uh huh. And that’s why your nose is running.” Sebastian sniffled as a deep pout set heavy on his lips. “It’s just so sad. They literally went through everything together and he just had to die in the end.” He explained, “Why couldn’t they have just given us a happy ending like Marmaduke or something?”

Lewis chuckled as he watched a fresh wave of tears stream down his poor husband’s face.

His heart clenched at the look of Sebastian’s red splotchy cheeks. “Oh, baby.” Lewis cupped his face in his hands, softly wiping away his tears. “It’s okay. It’s just a movie, I can guarantee the dog is perfectly fine now.” He soothed, softly kissing the bridge of Sebastian’s nose.

Sebastian glanced up at Lewis, his eyes tinted pink from tears. Lewis couldn’t resist leaning in and placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.

Then his lips.

Then his cheeks.

Then all over his face until Sebastian was reduced to a bundle of giggles trying to break free from his husband’s grasp.

“Okay! Okay! I’ve stopped crying!” Sebastian laughed, finally pulling away from the man in front of him. “Your magical tears cured every ounce of sadness in my body that was caused by that god-awful movie.”

Lewis smiled. “I’m glad I could help.”

There was a beat of silence between them.

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“So, what’s for dinner?”

#AHHHH I DID IT I WROTE SOMETHING #im so surprised i was actually able to finish it #also i mean for this to be 150-350 words and its over 750... #eh its fine its for Sewis <3 #formula 1 #ferrari #mercedes #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #red bull f1 #sewis #ghostwnby writes