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Mondays Child - Chapter 6
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol Consumption
Taglist: @somebodyels3 @cncohshit @samanthasgone @bloody-delusion-expert @clubfairy @darkmxgician @dsireland86 @badomensls @loeytuan98 @lma1986 @malerieee @justeli6 @xxkittenkissesxx @flowery-mess
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A constant buzzing noise to the left of your head woke you up, a groan leaving your lips as you sat up, blindly reaching out for your phone. You didn't recognise the number, so you hit decline, probably a stupid cold call. Usually on a Sunday you'd make yourself breakfast at home, but you didn't quite have the energy for that this morning, instead opting for just a coffee, some water and a couple aspirin to help ease your headache.
As you slumped against the countertop in the kitchen you checked through your photos and texts from last night. You had a bunch of unread messages from Tess and Charlotte, and two from Noah.
01:06 - Noah: Hope you're not too hungover when you wake up. Don't forget you're coming round for pizza at 5, I still expect to see you.
01:08 - Noah: And don't stress, you didn't do anything too embarrassing while drunk ❤️
You groaned as you read them, he was lying, but you were internally grateful that he was giving you an opportunity to pretend nothing had happened. You rubbed your temples with one hand, praying for the aspirin to kick in soon as you thought back to last night. To Noah. You'd flirted with him a lot, asked him if he thought you were pretty, and then tried to invite him into your flat and somehow he had been nothing but polite and respectful the whole time. You were pretty sure you'd been eye fucking him the whole journey too. He'd been wearing a vest again, and a pair of basketball shorts and he'd looked gorgeous.
You typed out a message to Noah, reading it and re-reading it before eventually hitting send.
09:17 - Morning. I'm a little headachy and grumpy, but aside from that, I think I'm okay. Nothing coffee and a shower won't fix. Thanks again for last night.
09:20 - Noah: Morning, glad you're okay. I'm going to head out to grab some breakfast in like 5 minutes if you want me to bring you something?
09:21 - Noah: I'm only going to the place down the street, I reckon you'd have just enough time to shower and freshen up before I get back?
Your stomach grumbled at the mention of food, you usually did enjoy a bacon sandwich on a Sunday morning, so you texted back a reply with your order and a thank you, pulling yourself away from your half drank coffee to get the water running for your shower.
The mirror in the bathroom was not your friend this morning, you took in your appearance for a brief second, pulling your hair up into a bun before stepping into the stream of water. You still had some remnants of makeup around your eyes and your skin looked a little blotchy. Hopefully the steam and hot water would improve your general appearance before you saw Noah.
The lilac sundress and white cropped cardigan you'd been planning to wear today were hung up in your bedroom ready for you. The hot water had cleared up your skin, but you applied a thin layer of concealer under your eyes anyway, just to make yourself look more awake. Dusting your eyelids with a soft lilac shimmer just to match the outfit. You felt a little dressed up for a greasy breakfast, but the cardigan and the pair of sneakers you were planning to wear made it look more casual. Regardless, you look a lot nicer than you felt.
10:01 - Noah: Just on my way back now. Grabbed you a coffee too. If you're dressed and ready, could you meet me at the front please?
10:01 - I'll be downstairs in 5 minutes, thank you. ❤️
You slid your feet into your sneakers, checking your appearance in the mirror again before you left. You'd put your hair into a ponytail, after the shower, a few pieces framing your face at the front and the concealer and shimmer had made your eyes look much brighter than they'd seemed first thing this morning. You smoothed down the front of your sundress as you entered the elevator, riding down to the ground floor, you entered the lobby just as you saw Noah reach the main doors. You could see why he'd needed help. He had a cup of coffee and a sandwich in each hand, his keys dangling from one finger and a white paper bag, hanging from his mouth. You grinned at the sight, rushing forward to open the door for him. Grabbing some of the stuff from his hands and removing the bag from his lips as he entered.
“What did you get?”
He smiled, now his mouth was free, flashing his teeth. He took a moment to take in your appearance, you didn't look hungover like he expected. His eyes trailed down to your legs again, much like they had the night before, before flicking up your face.
“Thank you. They had some pastries in the display cabinet that looked good. I thought I'd treat us, and then the woman behind the counter told me they didn't have any cup holders or any carrier bags. Apparently they've had an issue with their delivery.”
“You should have called me, I would have walked to meet you at the café.” You walked back towards the elevator together, pressing the button for your floor. Your brain automatically flashing back to the night before, being stood in this same elevator together, the way his hands had been holding your waist to keep you steady. You tried to clear your mind, but it only kept getting worse, the fact that he had carried you into the apartment building, how strong his arms had felt under you. You cleared your throat, looking across at him, he had a short sleeved t-shirt on and you weren't sure you were going to be able to stop yourself from staring.
“So, I know your text said I didn’t do anything embarrassing last night, but I do seem to recall you carrying me into the building, so I apologise.” You didn’t want to reveal that you remembered every single detail from the night before, but you wanted to drop a soft hint and at the very least you felt like you owed him the apology.
“It’s fine, I didn’t want you stepping on glass or anything on the way in, and you didn’t want to wear your heels.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, the elevator dinging as it opened onto your floor being a good enough excuse for you to not reply. You stepped out after him, his keys adjusting in his hands so he could open the door to his apartment. As he rested his hand on the door handle he paused, looking back at you with a strange gleam in his eyes.
“You were a little bit of a brat, actually.” The words weren’t filled with malice, in fact his voice was low, almost teasing, and the way his eyes seemingly studied your reaction made you blush even more. You’d never been called a brat before, but you’d read the term plenty of times in some of the books you enjoyed. The word went straight to your core and you tried not to physically react till he'd turned away, letting you both into his place.
Once in his apartment the food and coffee were enough of a distraction, your body and mind eventually calming back down. You both sat and ate your breakfast in peace, the sandwich helping you start to feel more human again. As you shoved the last bite into your mouth Noah spoke.
“You have stuff you need to do today, before we do Pizza later?” You shook your head, still chewing your sandwich, swallowing it down before you replied.
“I got everything done yesterday before I went out.”
“Well instead of going back to your apartment, just to come back here in a few hours do you want to just stay here. We can watch some TV, play some games or something?”
“This a trick, so you can kick my ass on whatever game you were playing the other night?”
“Might be. Are you up for it?”
“I'm not much of a gamer, so you'll have to go easy on me. But sure.”
You played back to back games for a little over an hour, till Noah hit pause on his controller.
“One sec, just need to text Jolly and let him know I've finally found someone he might be able to beat at this game.”
“Hey!” You narrowed your eyes at him in mock anger, furrowing your brows. “I'm trying my best, you know.”
You reached for your own phone, which was laid haphazardly on the arm of the sofa you were sitting on.
“You have reminded me I need to text Tess though.”
12:11: I'll give you the details later, cause I'm just at his place, but I made such a fool out of myself last night with the hot neighbour!! I'm pretending I don't remember all the details, so we don't have to talk about it.
She texted back almost instantly and you had to bite your lip to stifle a laugh.
12:12 - Tess: Are you at his place because you stayed over last night?? PLEASE call me when you're home and spill all the details!
“What's so funny?” You looked up from your phone to Noah, quickly pressing the lock button on the side so he wouldn't be able to see if he tried.
“Nothing… Just Tess being Tess.” His eyes narrowed slightly like he didn't believe you but he didn't push it.
“So, want me to kick your ass some more? Or you want to try something else?”
“Will you show me all the controls again, and then I'll have one more try. And you have to actually go easy on me.”
“I have been going easy on you!” You raised a brow in disbelief, Noah had kicked your ass on every game in record time. You hated to think how fast he would win if he actually tried his hardest. His arm closest to you hooked round your waist and pulled you along the sofa towards him, his hand, which was now wrapped around you reaching for the controller on your lap.
“You want me to teach you the combos again?” You nodded, watching his hands as they held the controller in front of you. He'd shown you all this already but you'd gotten distracted by the ink on his fingers and the thought of those fingers on your skin, rolling against your bundle of nerves instead of across the joystick on the controller. You tightened your thighs slightly, shifting backwards further into him as he explained which buttons to press. You had no clue about anything, mind racing a hundred miles a second and then he was letting go of the controller and moving his hands away from you.
“Ready?” You looked up at him, still trying to rid your mind of those images. He looked so innocent, smiling down at you and you felt guilty for having such erotic thoughts.
“Uh. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to remember any of that. But yeah.”
Noah kicked your ass again.
By 5pm you were ordering pizzas, and by 6, you were both sitting, sharing a pizza and some fries between you. Noah had put some TV on in the background, but neither of you were watching it. Both sneaking glances at each other when you thought the other wasn't looking.
Your phone buzzing broke the silence, Tess was calling. You'd never replied to her message about calling her when you were home. And she was probably thinking you'd forgotten. You hesitated and then hit answer, very quickly pressing the volume key down so Noah wouldn't be able to hear her.
“I've been waiting for you to call! I want to know what happened last night with-” You cut her off mid sentence, laughing awkwardly.
“Wait Tess. I'm just at Noah's, can I call you back?” You turned away from Noah as Tess replied, your cheeks flushing red.
“Tess.” You half whispered her name down the phone, red with embarrassment.
“Shut up- I'll call you back in 20 minutes okay.” You put the phone down on her before she could respond and turned back to Noah, hints of blush still dusting your cheeks.
“Something wrong?” You shook your head with a small laugh, trying to play it cool.
“No, no, nothing like that. Just Tess. I should probably go home though, I need to call her back. Girl talk, you know.” Noah nodded, boxing up the rest of the pizza as he stood.
“Let me walk you home?” You laughed, but agreed, Noah opening his front door and motioning for you to step through, with a quiet mumble of ‘ladies first’. Three steps and you were at your front door, fingers reaching for the handle.
“Thanks for today, and again for last night. I really appreciate it.” He watched as you fiddled with your keys, almost prolonging the few seconds you had left together.
“You're welcome.” His voice was closer than you expected and you looked back up at him as your key slid into the lock. He was practically towering over you, your feet shuffled you back on instinct, back hitting your door with a soft thud. One of his hands, hooked itself under your jaw and tilted your head up towards him. Your eyes fluttered closed, and then his lips met your forehead, a soft whine leaving your lips. You thought he had been going to kiss you. You felt him smile against your skin, pressing a second kiss before pulling back.
“Don't forget you owe me dinner, pretty girl.” And then his hands were off you and he was taking the steps back to his own apartment before you even managed to get out a response.
As you closed the door behind you, you flicked the lock and then sunk to your knees, cheeks bright red and hot to touch. You had whined, audibly whined when your neighbour had kissed the top of your head, and for the second night in a row, he'd called you pretty. You couldn't help the giddy squeal that passed your lips, hands scrambling to cover your mouth in case he heard. You needed to call Tess. It was time to call an official emergency meeting.
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boiohboii · 3 months
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How would that keep us safe?
(Kimi Raikkonen x pregnant!wife!reader)
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When a formula 1 driver's car fails on them, they would a. be angry, b. go straight to their engineers, c. stay in the team's motor home.. but not kimi raikkonen, no sir, especially not with his pregnant wife on a yacht on her own.
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in which Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber and Jenson Button make fun of the infamous ice man for being head over heels for his wife so he just decides to double down.
WARNINGS: not proof read (when do I ever proof read this stuff), no sense of timeline whatsoever, just a small crackhead fic that came to mind. Thank you insta algorithm for the Kimi edits, the man is so fine omg, solid dilf right here people.
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"God," yn huffed as she, for an accurate description, waddled alongside her husband, Kimi Raikkonen into the Mclaren garage "if you don't keep it in your pants next time I will chop it off."
"Yes dear." Kimi replied with a smile on his face, hiding his laughter as best as he could to spare himself the lecture that would inevitably make him laugh harder- he can't help it, his wife is much more adorable trying to give him an earful with her puffed cheeks, stomping feet and her belly looking like it's about to pop at any second.
It hadn't even been 30 minutes before yn started to feel the heat getting to her, making her fan herself with the collar of her shirt while glaring at the fan that evidently did nothing to help her out.
"Everything alright dear?"
"No, no!" yn turned to look at her husband "it's so fucking hot i feel like my skin is melting off and your daughter wouldn't stop kicking my bladder so no, nothing is fucking alright!"
While the engineers around gulped, scared for their lives, Kimi bit his lips to avoid smiling at his very cute, frustrated wife. He had gotten used to her snapping at him whenever any little thing annoyed her, he knew it's the least he can do and she always apologises so no harm done really.
"It's okay, here, how about you go watch the race from the yacht? Will that be better?" Kimi whispered as he stood behind his wife with his hands underneath her belly, lifting it up to give his wife some rest.
"Oh my god," yn groaned in relief "I really needed that, I love you."
Staying like that for a few minutes, yn agreed that it would be much better if she watched the race from the yacht in her swimming suit, the atmosphere and the clothing would definitely make it much more comfortable for her. And just as she was about to leave, new company arrived.
"Ohhh, did he piss you off enough to leave him before a race?"
"Damn Kimi, don't make a pregnant woman that mad, especially not your wife."
The voices of Sebastian Vettel and Jenson Button joined the couple, along with the laugh of Mark Webber.
"Oh, shut up." As much as Kimi tells yn that he would rather eat chalk than willingly hang out with these guys, he is indeed fond of them.
"He didn't piss me off," yn pulled her husband down so she could kiss him, smiling upon hearing two of the three newcomers groan and a whistle (of course it's sebastian) "i just feel like I will burst any second so I am going to watch the race from One More Toy"
"What the fuck is one more toy?"
"Oh, it's kimi's yacht."
"Our yacht."
Placing one palm on her belly while his other rests on her cheek, Kimi smiled at his wife "be safe, yes?"
"Yeah, of course."
Giving her a kiss on her forehead, Kimi let go of his wife, watching her head towards his yacht with the help of one of the interns.
"Be safe." Came the mocking voice of Jenson Button
"I'll be so safe." Sebastian continued as they both reincarnated the way Kimi and Yn were standing a few seconds ago; Jenson's hands on Sebastian's stomach and cheek
"I'm going to kill you on this track."
Deciding to join, Mark stood in between Sebastian and Jenson, breaking up their proximity and placing his arms around their shoulders "but how would that keep us safe?"
"An engine failure, yet again from Mclaren."
"It seems like Raikkonen is the one who will retire this race, what a shame."
"Everyone was hoping for him to win this race, he had been phenomenal these past few races giving one stellar performance after the other, truly a waste to see him go this early into the race."
"Well, it looks like Kimi is going to walk to the garage."
"That is insane, it's like a 20 minute walk, no?"
"And we are back, and oh my god, there is Kimi Raikkonen in his yacht, he hasn't got a shirt on, with his wife on his lap, the father to be could not care less in this moment ladies and gentlemen."
"What a legend, the Iceman strikes again everyone, leaving the race to be on a yacht with his family. And oh my god, it seems that the couple are having the time of their lives on their yacht 'one more toy' with snacks all around and their hands all over each other."
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festivalsofmargot · 1 year
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Hi!! I love your imagines so much!! And I had a request if possible! Maybe f!reader and Sebastian sneak into the prefect bathroom for a bath together after a long day or something and one thing leaders to another..
My Sleep Remedy
{Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader}
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AGED UP CHARACTERS, 18+ SCENARIOS (Characters are nearing the end of their 7th year and are 18+)
Word Count: ~ 5,100 words
Warnings: 18+ smut, (first time having sex, fingering, handjob, oral)
Author’s Note: Just want to say right away that I’m not a lore master on Harry Potter, I’ve only read the first book, seen the movies, and obsessed over Hogwarts Legacy. I think you need a password to get into the prefects’ bathroom but I’m going by HL rules where you can just walk in lmfaooo. Thank you for the request, anon!!! I got really into this one and had so much fun writing it. Hopefully you guys have as much fun reading it ❤ Now kick back and turn off your brain. I cleared your schedule for you, enjoy 🥰
Songs (if interested):
Spiracle - Flower Face
snowfall (Slowed + Reverb) -  Øneheart, reidenshi
You’d think, after everything you had to do to catch up having come in late as a 7th year, you’d be out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Yet sleep still found a way to evade you. After tossing and turning with no signs of your eyelids growing heavier, you decided to sneak out of your dorm and wander the halls of Hogwarts once again. Maybe you could stumble upon some demiguise statues for Mr. Moon.
With the disillusionment spell coating you, you walked the halls easily, taking in all the paintings and statues. It was a shame you only had one year here, there was no way you could see the entirety of the castle in such a short time. Turning a corner, you rammed into a solid, invisible object.
The feel of hands steadied you as your rubbed at your nose. The disillusionment spell wore off for both you and Sebastian Sallow.
“Sebastian.” You said in pleasant surprise, smiling up at him. “What are you doing up?”
“Had trouble sleeping. Decided to follow your lead and go on one of these -” He waved his hand dismissively in the air, “night walks you rave so much about.” He chuckled, keeping his voice low. Of everyone he could have had insomnia with, he was happy it was you.
“Same here. Decided I might as well look for more of those demiguise statues. No idea why they bother Mr. Moon so much, I think they’re pretty adorable. Care to join me? Or did you want to be alone?”
He appreciated you asking, especially in such a way that he felt he could say ‘no’ if he needed. But he didn’t need to, or want to. “Count me in.” He smiled. “I think I spotted one in the prefects’ bathroom.”
You quirked a brow at him. “What were you doing in there?”
“Bathing, what else?”
“One of the prefects invited you to join them, did they?” You teased and he rolled his eyes, playfully shoving your shoulder.
“It’s my last year, so I figured ‘why not’? Wanted to try it at least once. And if I was caught, I’m sure people would have been happy I've moved on from the restricted section. Now come on.”
“Lead the way.”
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You and Sebastian arrived at the prefects’ bathroom, cloaked in the disillusionment spell. “If I remember right, I think I saw it just over...” His eyes scanned the bathroom.
“Ah, there it is.” You strode up to it, your disillusionment spell fading. You picked it up and twirled it in your hand as you returned to Sebastian’s side. “One more down, Merlin knows how many to go.” You sighed.
He let his disillusionment fade as well, taking the moon from your hand to look it over himself. Really, he just needed a temporary distraction, every now and then he would get this terrible urge to kiss you. You never had to do anything special for the thought to pop into his head, all he could do was suffer in silence until the ache went away. 
He handed the moon back to you and looked out to the bathroom. “You know, why don’t you give this bath a go? It could help you fall asleep, now that you got one less moon to worry about.”
He could see you thinking on it, clearly tempted.
“Come on, you came in late as a 7th year and you’ve been working yourself to the bone. I say you’ve earned it. It’s your only year at Hogwarts and we’re almost finished anyway. Go for it.”
“You’re such a bad influence.” You smirked at him, then scanned your eyes over the room. “This place is beautiful though, especially at night.” You thought aloud. “But what about you? If it helps you sleep, you should use it. I can come back for it another night when you’re feeling better.”
Sebastian was tempted too, this place had relaxed him in the way he needed most. It was pure tranquility. After everything that had happened that year, having that little bit of peace this place offered helped greatly. But he shook his head, “All yours tonight.”
You eyed him sadly as he looked down at his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. You’d much rather he took it. You didn’t want to part ways with him quite yet either, but maybe this was his way of saying he needed to be alone at the moment. “Alright... thank you, Sebastian. Wait, how often do the prefects come to check on this place?”
“If they hear water running, they’re not coming in here.” He reassured you. “Even if they did suspect you weren’t someone who was allowed in here, they’d at least wait until you were clothed to rat you out.”
“Makes sense.” You exhaled, looking upon the immaculate bath the size of a pond. The thought of sitting in this beautiful, moonlit room enveloped in warm water was more enticing by the second.
Sebastian could see your dreamy stare and decided it was time for him to go. “I’ll leave you to it then.” He shot you a grin as he turned to make his way out.
“Seb.” You called softly, speaking before thinking.
“Hmm?” He turned to face you easily. 
“I um...” You didn’t want him to leave. Though you spent most of your days stuck together like glue, you wanted even more of him to yourself. You only had a few more weeks at Hogwarts, and then who knew where the two of you would be? 
He felt as if his heart skipped a beat when he saw the look on your face, he had never seen it on you before. It wasn’t happy, it wasn’t sad. It was hopeful... and aching. He didn’t know what to make of it as he waited for you to continue. He could see your chest rising and falling, your breathing seeming to get heavier. The sight made the wait for you to speak feel like it took ages.
You cleared your throat, mustering up the courage for your next words. “Please stay.”
His insides constricted in the most volatile way. You couldn’t possibly mean you wanted to bathe together, could you? Maybe you just thought you two could put your feet in the water? Surely no nakedness involved. Oh wonderful, he was thinking of you naked even though you were only a few feet away from him. He swallowed thickly. What do I say? What do I say?
‘Yes’ seemed like the best answer. On one hand, it could be innocent and there was no need for his mind to have taken him to such a risqué place. On the other, if you did want to bathe with him, he’d be the world’s biggest blockhead if he said ‘no’. 
He had fallen hard and fast for you his final year at Hogwarts. He wished, more than anything, you came in as a 1st year so you two could have made more memories together. But only one year with you was the hand he was dealt. So he’d take every second he could, no amount of time would have felt like it was enough anyhow.
After everything you had done for him, picking him back up after what happened with Anne and Solomon, keeping his friendship with Ominis in tact, and sticking by his side even though you’ve seen the worst sides of him, how could you possibly want someone like me? You were far, far too good for him.
Who was he fooling? There was no way he would have ever said ‘no’ to you. 
“I'll stay.” He answered as he took a step towards you, but that was all he’d let himself do. You needed to make the next move, so he could know what you wanted from him that night. He’d give you everything and more, all you needed to do was ask.
It was hard to keep calm when the flutter in your chest felt so overwhelming. Becoming jumpy, you brought your fingers up to unclasp your robes. 
His eyes went dark. Merlin’s sake, he needed to get it together. He had seen you take off your robes countless times before. And for all he knew, you’d only be taking off your shoes and tights as well.
You glanced up at him when you slipped your robes off, then went to put them at the front of the room near the large stack of towels. 
Sebastian watched your hips as you passed him. Easy now, still don’t know how far you want to go with this. He darted his gaze away and shrugged off his own robes. After tossing it aside, he went to turn on the faucets to fill up the giant tub. He desperately needed to busy himself to calm his nerves. 
He peeked over at you and watched, mesmerized, as you kicked off your shoes and pulled down your tights from under you skirt, slowly revealing the skin of your legs in the most tantalizing way. His breathing started to come out shallow, his lips parting slightly. 
You were either stopping there or you were going to keep going. This was the point where he’d know what you wanted. And if that was how he handled himself getting a look at your legs? He probably wouldn’t be coherent if you took it further.
Tucking your tights and shoes away, you looked back at him over your shoulder. He shot his gaze away and tried to look busy with the faucets. He knew he must have had a dumb, slack-jawed look on his face.
In your head, you were even more of a wreck. You had taken off everything that could be viewed as innocent. You could stop there and spend a relaxing night speaking with Sebastian, or you could try to take him how you’ve always wanted him ever since he smirked at you in your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
You knew he’d be a gentleman about all of this, so you’d have to make the first move in the direction you wanted to take it. The look on his face when he saw you had taken off your shoes and tights was encouraging. You glanced at him again but his focus was fully back on the faucets, not as encouraging.
You took a steadying breath, thankful the sound of the rushing water would drown it out. You mustered up every ounce of courage you had, locked the door, and turned your body so that you were facing him. This could be your only chance, it was now or never. Looking down at your shirt, you reached up and slowly began unbuttoning it. Once you got down to the button that opened your shirt enough to reveal the top of your bodice, you peeked up at him to check if he was looking.
And oh he was looking, the way he seemed to be watching you with undivided attention had the spark of a fire ignite in your core. You undid a few more buttons until you gradually stilled under the weight of his gaze, temporarily hypnotized by the way he was looking at you.
“Keep going.” He said, hypnotized himself. He could feel the blood draining from his head to go south, leaving it empty with nothing but thoughts of what more you could show him. He wanted all of you displayed before him, all to himself.
Your heartrate sped up, you hadn’t known what words you wanted to hear from him, but those were certainly an electrifying choice. You picked up where you left off and delighted in the way he kept his eyes on you. You got to the last of your buttons and slipped off your shirt, revealing your bodice and the skin of your shoulders.
He stood up straighter and faced you fully as he watched your shirt fall to the floor. Your skirt was less of a slow burn and more of a shock to his senses when it only took one undone button for it to fall as well.
He clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose like he was being tortured. It wasn’t fair, the effect you had on him. He could see out of the corner of his eye that the tub still had a ways to go filling with water, so he hoped you would help him pass the time by continuing to do what you were doing.
You kept your eyes on him, nervous, excited, and aching to show him what was under your bodice. You began undoing the buttons of your final layer. His eyes fell down to your chest, and you could see his adam's apple bob in his throat. The heat you felt in your abdomen went lower, you felt it throb in the most delicious way. That throb only swelled when you glanced down at Sebastian’s pants, his erection pressing hard against the fabric. The thought of having caused it sent a thrill through you.
When you slipped off your bodice and revealed your breasts, he made his way towards you, not allowing this space between you anymore. Keeping your eyes on him as he approached, you swiftly pulled down your underskirts. His face turned pained seeing you fully naked before him, your most sensitive area exposed to him. 
He stood before you, eyes darting all over you, not sure where they wanted to feast upon more. You didn’t mind that you were naked and Sebastian wasn’t. Those hungry looks of his had been more than enough to send you over the edge. 
As you witnessed his eyes ardently roaming over you, you reached up and began undoing his tie, the rise and fall of his chest speeding up. You slid his tie off and went for his buttons, undoing them one by one. 
It was such an intoxicating contradiction to witness, watching you take control in such a tender way. He narrowed his eyes at you as you slipped his shirt off, fingers brushing along his skin as you did so. You met his gaze and sensed he was wordlessly begging you to release his hard length from his pants. 
Your lashes curtained your eyes as you looked down to undo his belt. He dared to touch you then, his fingers grazed your hips and he dragged them lightly up the sides of your torso. He held back, because the way he wanted to grab you, he was sure he’d leave bruises. You were so soft, almost like you were the most delicate thing he had ever touched, even though he knew full well you were far from it.
You undid his pants and looked back up at him. You were still for a moment and he wondered what was going through your head. Keeping your eyes on him, you gingerly grabbed at his length. You watched with delight as he hissed a breath through his teeth and shot his gaze down to your hand on him. You stroked your thumb across his tip and he almost collapsed.
He panicked when you released him and began walking away. He watched in stunned silence as you walked down the steps into the water and then dove in. You resurfaced and swam towards the faucets, turning them all off. His pants were hanging loose on his waist, his hard length teasing out of it. 
“Are you coming in?” You asked without looking at him, continuing to turn off the remaining faucets, your nipples peeking out of the water every time you reached up.
His body finally kicked in to gear. He nearly fell over as he hopped on one foot to yank off one shoe, then switched sides, just as unsteady while taking off the other. His hands were shaky and quick pulling off his socks, he threw them to the side, not caring if he ever saw them again. Once he shoved down his pants, he joined you in the water, not nearly as graceful as you and causing much more splashing.
You giggled as you swam to meet him, pulling his face into a kiss. He treaded the water as you held him close to you, relishing the feel of your mouth on his, your breasts pressing against him. The water was slick on your skin, he was half tempted to swim back and just watch you exist, naked and dripping wet. But he didn’t want to leave this position, not yet.
Your hands slid down and rested on his freckled shoulders, reveling at his hard muscles there. He pulled back from the kiss slightly, wanting to look at your face. He cupped your jaw with one hand and dragged his thumb along your skin, watching the water droplets run down. He couldn’t believe this was happening, he had been in love with you for so long, and he had you with him like this. And in the prefects’ bathroom to top it off? If this was a dream, he’d absolutely die if he woke up.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked over your features, and you couldn’t help but smile back. Every look he gave you tonight had you melting.
“I want you to touch me.” You told him.
He was sure he was dreaming then, but he’d do everything in his power to not wake up. “I’m so glad.”
He grabbed your hand under the water and pulled you along as he swam towards the tub’s edge. He rested a hand on it to keep himself afloat. “Hold onto me.” He said. You complied, placing your hands back on his shoulders. His free hand remained under water, moving to your inner thigh, his fingers dragged up to your folds. He eyed you for your reaction, you nodded your head. The two of you looked down into the water at his hand, he ran his first finger through you, taking in the feel of it all. You dug your nails into his skin, it kept his member rock hard.
He had read books on sex before, but the boring ones. The ones with lifeless illustrations, education being the main purpose. He wasn’t completely ignorant of what was between your thighs, but he couldn’t truly know until he encountered it himself.
“Right there. Move your fingers on that spot.” Your whispered feedback had his insides reeling, and he threw out his plan to take his time feeling you. 
“How should I - what do I -” He was eager to please but he'd be lying if he said he knew how.
You put a hand over his and guided him towards the top of your slit. You moved his fingers in short, up and down, rubbing motions at a quick pace. You already knew how to get yourself off from alone time in the showers, and you were earnest to have him take your place. His rough, warm fingers would feel so much better.
“Like that.” You panted. “Keep touching me like that.”
He furrowed his brows and bit his lip in concentration, all his focus going to his fingers, he was going to get this right if it killed him.
You held onto him for support as he moved against you, your peak was approaching much faster with his fingers instead of yours. His eyes darted up and down, going up to your face and then back down to your need. 
You brought your hands up to his head and fisted his hair, he pressed his forehead against yours, keeping up his motions. You held him to you as your climax got closer and closer, wrapping one leg around his waist underneath the water. He was especially thankful being in the water then, it helped make the two of you more weightless. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold this strong other wise. 
“I’m gonna - I’m -” He slammed his mouth onto yours to keep you quiet as he finished you off. Your muffled moan against his lips and your body spasming against his hand had him ravenous.
You pulled back from him to catch your breath, and you let your head fall against his shoulder. He held you close to him and rested his cheek against the top of your head. He wanted to make you feel that good all the time, wanted to be the only one who ever did.
You drifted back and put your hands on his chest. “Sit down.” You commanded, your breath still a bit uneven. You pushed him back gently through the water, towards the steps. 
“Alright.” He responded, compliant and enamored. He kept his eyes on you as he swam backwards and sat, not wanting to miss a second of you.
He took a steadying breath as you settled your knees on either side of his legs, straddling him. He exhaled sharply when you gripped his length under the water, “Now tell me how to touch you.”
His brain couldn’t process your question. He was eye level with your chest and stared ahead with half-lidded eyes, the water droplets running down you were madness inducing. He couldn’t stop himself from cupping some water into his hand and smearing it across your chest to make you glisten even more in wetness.
“Seb.” You whimpered, gripping him tighter.
His glazed eyes looked up to yours. He was delirious, there was so much of you to look at and you were touching him in a place no one else had. Getting his hand to act since his mouth couldn’t, he followed your lead and guided you on what to do. 
You wrapped your fingers around him and stroked up and down in the way he silently instructed. He leaned his elbows back on the steps and watched you, bewitched, as you fixated on his pleasure. 
You propped one hand against his chest as your other worked up and down his shaft. “A bit faster.” He groaned. “That’s...” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Ah that’s it.” The sound of water sloshing along with your breathing echoed throughout the prefects’ bathroom, and he was nearing his peak faster than he wanted. Quickly, he leaned forward and removed your hand from him. 
“What’s wrong?” You asked in a slight panic, he grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss to put you at ease.
“Nothing.” He reassured once he pulled back. He looked up at you with longing, tortured eyes and stroked your cheek. “Can I be inside you?”
Your insides set ablaze and you nodded your head. He swallowed thickly as you adjusted on top of him, positioning yourself over his length. His hands moved to your hips and he gripped tightly, looking down into the water at you two about to join.
He did everything he could to inwardly steady himself. “Right...” He breathed. “Now... When I’m about to finish, you need to uh...” Focus! He shot a hand through his wet hair quickly then placed it back on your hip. “You need to withdraw from me, alright?” 
You nodded your head, just as frantic at the anticipation as he was. “I will.”
Ignoring your jittery nerves, you took him in your hand to guide his tip to your entrance. Slowly, you sunk yourself onto him, taking your time as you felt him stretch you out to fit deeper. You felt his body stiffen under you. With a throaty groan, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his forehead against your chest. You brought your hands up to the back of his head and held him close as you both breathed through it.
He wanted to be stuck in this position forever. The feel of your heat slowly enveloping him was unreal. You whimpered as you took more of him into you. He kissed the spot between your breasts, “Go slow. Go slow.” He whispered against your skin. The words were meant for him just as much as they were you.
His eyes squeezed shut briefly when you had him fully in you.
“I - I think I’m alright now.” You said, and could feel him nod against your chest.
You swallowed the dryness in your throat, and leaned back a bit to look down into the water. Catching your curious gaze at what it looked like being joined together was one of the most arousing things he had ever witnessed. 
You thought back to how he wanted your hand to move on him, so you gripped his shoulders and moved your heat up and down his length.
His hands moved down from your hips to your bottom, groping roughly. He leaned back enough so he could watch you bounce on him, quicker and quicker as you became more accustomed to the feel of him inside you.
He was becoming unhinged at it all. The feel of your heat gliding along him, the movement of your dripping wet breasts, your nails digging into his shoulders, and the sound of your panting breaths mixed with his. His climax was coming fast. 
“Ah I’m about to - Please don’t stop.” He could hardly speak, and his vision was getting blurry. He leaned forward to bite at your skin, he didn’t care where, anywhere. You arched your back at the feel of his teeth, and you knew he was nearing the edge. You withdrew yourself from him just enough to take him in your hand and he kept his hands on your ass. You stroked him fast to finish him off, but an urge to take him in your mouth took over. You broke away from his grasp and submerged your face under the water, wrapping your mouth around him. 
“W - Wait,” He breathed heavily, “What are you - o - oh...” His words melted into grunts as his head fell back and he spilled into your mouth.
When you felt he was done, you swallowed him and went back up for air. Wiping the water from your face, you saw his eyes were wide at you and he was trying to catch his breath. It was the most exhilarating sight.
He didn’t know what possessed you to put your mouth on him, but he needed to figure it out so he could ensure it possessed you next time too.
A dreamy sigh left your lips and you laid back into the water, floating contently as you looked up at the ceiling. He leaned back on his elbows and watched you, his legs too wobbly to move anywhere. It was quite the way to bring seven years at Hogwarts to a close.
“You know I’m in love with you, right?” Despite the lighthearted wording, there was gravity in his delivery.
You went up straight in the water to look at him. Hiding your dopey smile, you submerged yourself until it was just your eyes peeking out at him.
Getting bashful himself, he leaned forward on his knees and rubbed at his face. “Yeah, you know.” He laughed breathily. He was all too proud seeing how flushed your cheeks were and knowing he was the cause.
You swam back to him until you were standing on the steps below him. Placing your hands on his knees, you leaned forward and kissed him. You pulled back, getting a good look at all of his freckles. “I thought it was obvious I'm in love with you too.”
He pulled you back onto his lap. Gripping your thighs, he claimed your mouth with a deeper kiss. You were both tired now. He just needed this last taste of you, this last feel of your wet skin on his before you separated.
He tore himself from you and looked into your sleepy eyes with his. “Bed?” 
“Afraid so.” You sighed, getting up off his lap.
You grabbed his hand, pulling him with you out of the tub. Towels were aplenty in the prefect bathroom, and he grabbed one for you and him. As the two of you dried off, the exhaustion really kicked in. You gave each other sleepy smiles as you caught the other’s eye, trying to sneak glances as you put your uniforms back on.
He finished dressing before you did and went to help you with your last few buttons. “Stay with me in Feldcroft this summer. It’d mean the world to me if you did.” 
You met his half-lidded eyes with yours, a lazy smile on your lips. “Of course, I will.” 
He gave you one more lax kiss, then went to unlock the door. You picked up the demiguise moon and he opened the door for you.
“What in Merlin’s name?!” A younger prefect’s unwelcome voice knocked you two out of your magical haze.
Sebastian rolled his eyes and pushed you defensively behind him, keeping you hidden.
“Were you two in the prefects' bathroom? At the same time?! Don’t tell me you… in our bathroom!”
“I think you’re mistaken, we were just retrieving a demiguise statue for Mr. Moon, that’s all.” Sebastian grabbed the moon from your hand and walked up to the prefect, their height difference becoming very apparent when he came toe to toe and looked down his nose at him. 
“B - But your hair’s wet! Both of you -” 
“I’ll say it once more since it doesn’t seem like you heard me. You’re mistaken.” Sebastian repeated. “And if I hear any rumors about what you think happened, I’ll know who started them, won’t I? I only have a few weeks left here at Hogwarts, let’s see to it they go by smoothly, yeah?”
“F - Fine. Just get back to Mr. Moon straightaway and go to your dorms.”
He gave the prefect a couple solid pats on the cheek. “Attaboy.”
Grumbling, the prefect turned on his heel and left.
Sebastian returned to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and practically carrying you out of the faculty tower. “Were you trying to protect my honor back there?” You teased and could see he was biting back a cocky grin.
“I was. I could go back and scare him some more since you seem so pleased about it.”
He cackled when you smacked his arm. Sleepless nights weren’t so bad anymore.
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bon2bonn · 5 months
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Weathering your Storm
° The winds are howling
With summer break around the corner , it's just one weekend . What could go wrong ?, Well........ , Seb , Lewis and Daniel are about to find out.
*The start of the 22!23! Grid!AU !
*requests and questions are open so don't be shy ! ✨
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2022!F1 grid X female!driver!reader
Sebastian vettel , Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton X female!driver!reader.
Words count : around 1.4k
Warnings : grammar, cursing,sad girl hours, mercedes slander(not really), McLaren, I'm missing up the timeline but it's fun , not proof read nor edited .
leaving the media pen brought y/n relief as she's finally able to stretch her legs and get some fresh air away from the bustling reporters asking the same questions over and over again and buzzing teams finishing interviews and packaging garages after the race .
She avoided her team's garage like a plague , having to witness as the engineers pushed her car back in was more than too much for her to handle , so she opted for walking around trying to clear her mind before it goes on to a spiral.
Spotting Sebastian's green team shirt alongside Lewis and chatting among themselves down the pit wall she made a beeline for them . "Hello gentlemen . seb, Lewie " she greats them cheerfully as she gave each one a hug as they congratulate her before settling back beside Seb as he nudged her shoulder teasing " p3 , not so bad huh? " causing her to smile bashfully at him , Lewis pumped his fist with her's " great driving out there " , "thank you " she said with a beaming smile " yeah those last 3 lap were from hell , Sainz almost got my ass " both looked amused at her ranting post race as she always dragged them to listen , not like they were complaining as they adored how she went on giving them her full review with them giving her input here and there .
after a while of catching up they noticed how uncharacteristically quite she got while looking around searching for something or rather someone but before they could ask she perked up as Danny barged over lifting her in a tight hug shaking her around while exclaiming loudly "demon spawn!" And she returned the hug letting out a loud "Ricky Martin!" The other just stood there used to their antics same as everyone around them as they love to tease (bully) eachother around the paddock .
She turned to Danny giving him a wide grin" you're right on time , I was about to send out searching party " he nudged her shoulder " awww , I didn't know you'd miss my charming personality and handsome face that much " she scoffed at him " as if " he stepped back hand on his heart dramatically whining " you've wounded my delicate heart !" That got him a kick in the shin from her before she grinned back at him " stop with you theatrics , I have a great idea , we should start our own F1 support group !" mildly amused he threw her a wide grin " I'm all in baby , but what for?" So she looked at the other two drivers maintaining her wide grin as she lowered her voice to avoid any preying ears "well , mainly for you , Mick and Seb , but I'll be needing it too . my lovely team pulled a McLaren because guess who's mercedes dropping during the summer break ? , to give you a hint it's not Lewis" .
The three of them stood still staring at her as if she'd grown a second head , Danny was the first to snap out laughing "nice one mate ! That Almost got me" after a moment of silence Sebastian signals to him and he immediately reached to cover her ears as he cursed loudly "that's fucking bullshit , why the fuck would they ?" As she just stood there waiting for him to finish , Lewis just stared at her bewildered " what do you mean they are dropping you ? They can't do that , you're competing for the championship in that tin can excuse of a car incase they've forgotten about the standings ! Hell ! We both got a contract till 24 _ 25 they can't just drop it".
she just shrugged " well , they sure can and already did so ....." Danny's eyes couldn't get wider "what?!" So she gave them a nonchalant hand wave "starting from tonight I'm officially an unemployed F1 driver , they bought my contract and sent me out the door" Lewis interrupted " but Toto...." Only for her to shake her head " he sat me down along with the team management , PR and legal team which explains why they were lurking around lately , and both my lawyer and Manager out of nowhere and went on about the team and the drivers , how the last two years were great for the team bonding building a solid foundation and all of the usual pe-race briefing no big deal right ? , He went on talking about my contract which was odd because I knew wouldn't be up till 24 at least with great possiblity of extension , and how I have a promising future in the sport but not with them and I honestly just zoned out after that ,up until they gave me an offer out of of guilt or pity I guess to drive for Williams alongside Albon " that got Danny's attention "what about Russell?" So she whispered to him to subtly hold both Lewis and seb back as they both were close to marching over mercedes demanding answers after her declaring " they finalized singing him today for the next three seasons so starting from SPA he'll be driving full time for mercedes , that's net even the worst part , apparently they were discussing the position since the beginning of the previous season but they wanted me out with the least PR damages so now is the best chance to do so after most teams got their seats confirmed for next season so here I am " .
"Wait so you're telling me that everyone knew except us ? " she shrugged "pretty much, yeah " , "bono?" , " He knew" , " sussie?" , "Nodding "yup" , "James?" , "Uhuh , he was all in for the change" , "fucking hell!", "Exactly" she shrugged " they even decided they won't even announce any of it till Spa " . Daniel whistled in astonishment " wait until Nando hear about this " causing them to grimace only thinking what he'd possibly do " oh he already know ! Found him this morning cornering Toto in the garage , don't know what he said but by the time I got him he was done , talking about too many witnesses " , that got seb to realize as he voiced out concerned " that's why he seemed so cryptic , well more than usual, he asked me to get ready to head out to Brackley headquarters for some urgent business had to talk him out of it " she snorted" Don't be so sure , He asked me to join too right before quali so I reckon that talk didn't do much , Kimi is in it too so .... Yeah ".
Silence overtook them as their somber faces took her demeanor in , her now fidgeting fingers , tense shoulders , and strained smile , seb stepped up giving her a tight hug whispering " are you okay?" And she reciprocated with a strained voice " yeah , it's just didn't hit me yet so I would give it two to three days to fully set in but right now, everything is shitty and I want to cry but I'm too angry to cry so now I'm hungry , I want ice cream ". That earned her a sympathetic smile from Lewis as he pulled her next " I known darling , let's grab our things and I promise you we'll get you as much of ice cream as you want okay? ", " Okay , but I'm not going there , I can't , they're taking down my name and number off of everything" she let out with a small voice as he sighed heavily "already!? They couldn't wait?" Shaking his head while heading up to their drivers rooms .
Danny put his arm around her shoulders swaying them as he reminded " it might be so shitty and as bad as it seems , but we've got you okay? You'll find us there whenever you need us , you're stuck with us for good , and if you wanna burn down you know what , you know where ........." Seb snapped. " no one is burning anything!" Only for him to carry on pretending to whisper " we won't tell him " causing her to let a loud giggles at how serious Daniel was and how seb was trying to tell him off of it ." Just know you won't be alone in this".
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mattyanonwrites · 3 months
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(a.svechnikov) - all for the little one’s christmas joy
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a/n: like always because i’m the worst it isn’t really proofread so good luck reading it but merry christmas everybody from me to you ❤️🎄
synopsis: singlemom!reader gets christmas ready with the support of andrei
word count: +2.9k
warnings: nothing really? i’m not sure — please let me know if there is anything else so i can take it properly!
tagging: @jostystyles @mrs-mikko-rantanen @davidpastrsnack @smileysvech @ilyasorokinn @fallinallincurls
you heard the sound of little footprints before you heard the tiny voice, “mommy?”
“what are you still doing awake?” you asked closing the fridge door.
sebastian was standing in the doorway holding the ‘canes’ bear andrei had gotten him when you first started dating. he had tears in his eyes. you slid the cup of juice across the island and rushed over to him.
crouching down you, wiped the tears falling down his face.
“what’s wrong baby?” you soothed.
“i miss andrei.”
“aw, i miss him too, but he’ll be back later tonight and i promise you’ll see him in the morning.”
“first thing?” his eyes eager as his voice lifted.
“first thing.” you nodded.
“can i stay up with you?”
“it’s way past your bedtime, honey,” you said running your hands across his shoulders softly.
you watched as his face fell again and tears welled in his chocolate brown eyes again.
“okay, okay, i’ll tell you what, fifteen minutes and then back to bed for you.”
he jumped up and down screaming yay over and over again.
“shhh.” you soothed and took his hand leading him to the couch. you settled into the sofa first and sebastian crawled up with you, wrapping himself around you. you laughed but let him bury his head in your arm, his own clutching ‘stormy’ tightly.
you draped a blanket around the both of you and clicked on mickey’s once upon a christmas. it had been your favorite as a kid and now it was your son’s. he adored it and andrei had never seen it, but by now he had seen it at least five times in the last three days.
when he wasn’t on the road, andrei spent as much time with seb as he could and seb loved every minute of it. you were so thankful for him being so kind and patient with him. he even helped him make his stocking this year, a family tradition of yours you had carried on with your son.
you glanced at the fireplace with the red and black stockings hanging in the middle with ‘canes’ logos all over them and poorly written names on them.
sebastian had heard brady call andrei, ‘svechy’, once and from that moment on sebastian wanted to be like him and called ‘sebby’. so on your mantle there was svechy and sebby.
he adored svechy’s teammate, sebastian aho, and loved sharing a name with the sweet finn, but he adored svechy more so he ditched his ‘name twin’ and moved on.
a fact that sebastian didn’t take too hard because he still got plenty of love from the youngster.
honestly, you never would have thought that a group of hockey players and their wonderful girlfriends and wives from all corners of the world would be your family, but you were thankful for it every day.
they all cared so much about sebastian and showering him with love and toys. lots and lots of toys. for the last two christmases, his room was full of dinosaurs and hockey stuff. they constantly adjusted to whatever new thing he liked.
you didn’t think someone so little could have so many grown men wrapped around their finger, but leave it to your son.
it didn’t take long before sebby was passed out in your lap and you weren’t far behind him.
peeking at the clock on your phone, you saw the message from andrei pop up. they had just touched down and was heading home. you replied with a single heart and went back to the movie. the story had changed to goofy’s and max’s your favorite of the three, but you couldn’t keep your eyes open for it as sebby snuggled closer to you.
when andrei walked in, he shrugged off his coat and kicked off his shoes in the den before creeping further into the dark house.
he could hear the faint sounds of the tv and he recognized that movie anywhere. he was dreaming about mickey and his friends the last past couple of days, but he would spend the rest of his life watching the classic disney film if it meant making you and sebby happy.
“baby?” andrei called out in a whisper.
he paused in the living room doorway.
andrei smiled to himself as he took in the sight in front of him. he had a dopey smile on his face as he approached you two. his cold hands touching your face.
andrei rubbed his thumb across your cheek and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. then he kissed the top of sebastian’s head as you stirred.
“hi, honey,” you whispered sleepily.
“hi,” he whispered back with a peck to your lips.
“he couldn’t sleep, missed you.”
andrei frowned, “i missed him too.”
he took sebby in his arms with a groan. you could tell he was sore from the game they had just flown back from, his muscles tight as he adjusted his grip on the sleeping five-year-old.
“and you.” andrei kicked your foot as he stood in the glow of the tree lights.
“did you miss me?” andrei asked with a smirk.
“i always miss you, dre.” you said seductively. you could tell in the dim light his cheeks flushed as his eyes flashed with lust.
you shook your head, “you’ve been gone for a day and a half.”
“a day and a half too long,” he muttered.
“it was plenty of time for me to decorate the house.” you chirped.
“it looks great.” andrei spun in place, rocking sebby in his grip. surprisingly, sebastian hadn’t stirred yet.
finally, you stood up and kissed dre softly. he leaned into the moment, chasing the touch.
the sudden movement jerked sebastian in andrei’s arms gripped tighter onto dre’s neck.
he chuckled, as sebastian's grip tugged on his t-shirt.
“meet you upstairs,” you said walking back to the kitchen to the forgotten juice cup on the island as andrei disappeared upstairs.
the next morning, sebastian was running into your room bright and early. he climbed onto the bed and smushed his face against andrei’s. on his way up, he had kicked you in the face. so you were suddenly very awake and aware of how sebby had settled himself in your bed.
“mista svechnikov!!” sebby was giggling in his face, nose pressed against dre’s.
you laughed as dre startled awake.
seb’s nose was pressed against andrei’s as he kept giggling the phrase over and over again.
“i’m going to kill marty for showing him that.” mista svechnikov mumbled against a face full of sebby.
“it’s cute.” you giggled.
“oh?” andrei popped an eyebrow as he flipped sebastian over and started tickling him. he fell against you, his face propped up against you. his giggles radiating in the room.
you joined in with andrei in tickling him until you all were in a fit of laughter.
“hey buddy, guess who’s coming over today?” you asked hovering over sebby who was almost crying from all the chuckling.
“GRANDMA?!” sebastian shouted whacking you in the face.
“yes, yes, she’ll be here soon, so go get ready.” you picked sebastian up and the minute his feet hit the floor, he took off running toward his room.
you laughed again and slumped against andrei.
“grandma coming?” he asked quizzically.
“yes, so we can do some holiday shopping…and other things.”
“other things?” drei wiggled his eyebrows and knocked you backward on the bed. he swung his leg over yours and rested on his arms as he pressed his large frame against yours.
“mista svechnikov,”
“not you too.” he dropped his head in the crook of your neck as you giggled.
he smothered your skin in soft kisses, drawing more snickers out of you.
he kept at it till the laughter turned to moans, his teeth scraping your pulse point, a blush rising in your cheeks.
“dre…” you mumbled.
“mmm?” he hummed against your skin.
“dre.” you said more sternly, “we should get up before…” sebastian came running into the room, waving his arms as they flailed in his jacket.
andrei bolted to his side of the bed with a groan as you slid out from under the covers and scooped seb in your arms, pulling his jacket on him in the process.
it was a couple of minutes later before andrei joined you downstairs. your mom was making coffee when he walked in.
seamlessly, she passed off a mug to him and he kissed her cheek before plopping down on the floor with sebastian.
seb scooted to be closer to dre as he sipped on the coffee. sebby kept playing with his monster truck across the floor as you talked to your mom about the plans you had for the day.
andrei was half paying attention to the conversation. his ears perked up every time he heard his name, but you stuck your tongue out at him.
“okay so dre and i are going to go to the store, we’ll be back later,” you said.
“be careful,” your mom said.
“we will,” you kissed your mom on the cheek before heading for your keys and coat.
drei passed sebastian off to your mom in a seamless move. the two of you moved quickly enough that you had a fair chance of getting out of the driveway before sebastian realized the both of you were gone, especially andrei.
he was always too wrapped up in his monster truck to notice, but more often than not when he realized a few moments later drei was gone he started screaming.
your mom was an angel for staving off the meltdowns.
drei hummed along to one of the christmas songs playing on the radio as he backed out of the driveway.
his fingers were intertwined in yours as he held them up to his lips. he pressed them softly against your skin.
“you’re such a weirdo.” you giggled.
“what?” drei asked offended.
you were teasing him. drei dropped your hand from his lips, but kept your fingers interlocked with his as he pulled onto the street.
the traffic was awful during the holidays, but this sunday everything was worse as christmas was less than a week away.
andrei and you had a list of things to get before the holiday so you wouldn’t have to go out during the last frenzy of the season.
“marty says he’s getting seb one of his jerseys for christmas.” andrei said as you walked toward the entrance of the store.
“oh he’ll love that.” you laughed.
“aho too,” drei added.
“at this point he’s going to have the whole team.”
“yeah, but mine is the most important,” andrei said and you could detect the jealousy in his voice.
“aw, you’ll always be the one he loves the most,” you said sweetly wrapping an arm around his waist.
andrei did the same and kissed your temple as he tugged you into his side.
drei read your list to you as he pushed the cart. you were grabbing a couple of clothes and new shoes for sebastian for christmas although the guys were making sure he was decked out in canes gear almost every day of the year.
he wouldn’t wear most of the clothes you bought him anyway because he loved dressing up like andrei and the hockey players he called his friends.
sebastian was starting to grow more and more every day, so all the clothes were necessary as he constantly outgrew the ones he already had.
while you picked out clothes, drei was eyeing the toy aisle. he was itching to get sebby some new toys.
sometimes you swore that andrei was kind of like your other child, he sure acted like it with sebastian anytime sebby wanted ice cream for dinner or to stay up late.
“go, i’ll meet you over there.” you relented.
andrei kissed you in front of the toddler shoes before taking off towards the toy section.
by the time you walked over to the toy section with a pair of dinosaur tennis shoes in your hands, andrei had filled up the cart full of toys.
“no.” you said.
“what?” andrei said whipping around with a few stuffed animals in his arms.
“you cannot give sebastian all of this,” you motioned towards the cart full of toy cars and dinosaur figurines plus loads of hockey gear.
“why not? you don’t think he will like it?” drei asked innocently.
you tilted your head with a curt nod, “svechy, the problem is that he will love all of this. that’s why you can’t give it to him.”
“but–”
“no, andrei, no buts. he is the luckiest kid in the whole world to have you in his life and he loves you so so so much, but he does not need any more stuff.”
“mmm,” andrei said.
“so let’s pick out a few things to give him and put the rest back.”
“okay,” andrei relents.
“you know, if you want to get all this stuff, i bet there are some charities we can give them to.”
“yeah that would be cool,” andrei says.
“seb can help too.” you nodded.
“okay,” andrei smiled at you as he piled the stuff back into the cart.
as you finished looking around the store full of christmas goodies and stressed out parents, you clocked some looks at you.
who knows if they were because you were walking hand in hand with andrei svechnikov of the carolina hurricanes or because of the mountain of toys in the red buggy?
after loading the trunk of the car, you and drei stopped to grab some dinner. he ordered a mac n cheese to go for sebastian.
“you know mom has already fed him.” you said.
“i know, but he likes it when we bring him stuff.” andrei shrugged.
andrei was it for you, the love of your life, and the father of your child even if they weren’t biologically related.
“i love you, drei.” you said when you got back to the car.
“i love you too darlin’.” drei said and leaned over the middle console to kiss you.
you could kiss him forever, you thought.
but as the evening bled into night, you needed to get home to reprieve your mom from sebastian’s antics.
drei and you got home right as sebastian was falling asleep.
he was cuddled up on the couch underneath his favorite blanket with ‘bluey’ playing on the living room tv.
“how’d it go?” your mom whispered as she helped you carry in some of the gifts. she was all set up in the dining room ready to help you wrap some of the gifts.
“drei went overboard.” you deadpanned and andrei smiled innocently as he held up ten different bags and there were so many more.
“of course he did,” your mom chuckled.
“hey, it’s why love me,” andrei said his accent thick as he set them down.
“yes we do!” your mom said with a grin.
“sometimes,” you teased.
“hey!” andrei yelped.
“you my favorite.” andrei said and kissed your mom on the cheek as he sat down next to her and helped wrap the gifts. every package that was for charity you wrapped in a different color of wrapping paper than sebastian’s and wrote a special note on the paper.
andrei was not good at wrapping gifts at all. your mom and you kept laughing at him as he tried so desperately to help.
“mommy?” sebby asked as he came into the room, his blanket clutched in his hand as he rubbed at his sleepy eyes.
“oh hi baby,” you said and picked him up as your mom and andrei hurried to cover up the exposed presents.
“i missed you.” your little boy said.
“i missed you too, sebby.” you said and kissed his face.
seb giggled softly in your arms, his voice thick with sleep.
“do you wanna go to bed?” you murmured.
“can svechy take me?” he asked against your neck.
“of course buddy,” andrei answered for you, getting up from the table at the same time.
andrei took sebby from your arms without a word and carried him down the hall.
“you need to marry that boy.” your mom said as she continued to wrap the presents.
“mom!” you yelled in disbelief.
“i’m just saying…that boy loves you and sebastian.”
“i know, mom.” you shifted uncomfortably.
andrei walked your mom to her car after he finally slipped away from sebastian who was getting him to read book after book even in his sleepy state.
“thank you,” you whispered as andrei crawled into bed with you.
he was still cold from the chill outside as he wrapped his arms around you. you gasped at the coldness in his skin, but quickly his body morphed with yours and the warmth of the bed intoxicated you both.
“of course, i love your mom.” andrei said.
“not just for that, but for everything andrei.”
andrei shifted to face you. his eyes were curious and his eyebrows quirked.
“for just being you and being so good at seb. he loves you so much and me too,” you said.
“i’d do anything for sebby,” andrei whispered.
andrei kissed you so softly and so deeply, “anything for you. i love you, y/n.”
“i love you too, drei. merry christmas.”
“it’s not christmas yet.” andrei laughed at you.
“i know, but…” you trailed off.
“merry christmas, y/n.” andrei chuckled as you smacked his arm and he pulled you closer underneath the covers.
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I Hate You | One
(So I've decided to finally start posting my works from ao3 on here eek. Here's a cheeky lil one shot about a very angry Noah and reader who hates his guts, enjoy x
My ao3 is https://archiveofourown.org/users/xX_like_a_villain_Xx
Also let me know if you want to be tagged in anything upcoming posts, I have so many WIPs)
CW: smut, angry sex, fingering, p in v unprotected sex, reader slaps Noah, use of derogatory terms, all around a good old hate bang
18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader
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”Oh fuck off, Noah. Mr “I’m a big rockstar, I can’t do anything wrong”, you make me sick.” You huffed, throwing the t-shirt you had just folded back into the box of merch. “Always on my fucking case.”
Noah stared at you with fiery eyes, clenching his jaw. “You know what, if your brother wasn’t my best friend and drummer of this fucking band, you wouldn’t even get this opportunity.” He pointed, stepping closer.
”I fucking wish I never met you, asshole.”
That was it for Noah, he stormed out of the green room, the door slamming loudly.
Noah Sebastian, always making sure your day was ruined. You had no idea what his problem was but since Folio, your older brother, invited you on tour as a merch girl, he had been insufferable. Sure, every time you saw the guy you’d end up in some kind of altercation but it had become significantly worse since you stepped foot on the bus on the first day of tour. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears when you placed your bags in your bunk. There was just something about him that pissed you off, his cocky attitude, his stupid hair, the stupid smirk that he always wore- he just really fucking ground your gears.
You groaned, throwing your hair into a claw grip before stacking the boxes on top of each other, ready to take them down to the merch area.
”Who pissed in Noah’s cereal this morning? He was kicking up a storm outside.” Jolly chuckled as he entered the green room.
You laughed. “Thanks for the great idea, I’ll add that to my list of shit I wanna do to him.”
“What are you even fighting about now?” He asked, throwing himself down onto the worn leather couch.
”Fuck knows, I just want this tour to be over so I don’t have to see him.”
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“Where the fuck is Noah? It’s half an hour until showtime!” Matt was fretting, searching behind amps backstage like the 6’3” man would be behind them.
You rolled your eyes. It was always like this, fight with Noah then he disappears until the last second just to make everyone stressed. You put your phone away in your back pocket and groaned.
”I’ll find him, just stick to whatever you're doing.” You patted Matt’s shoulder.
”Is that a good idea, sis?” Nick raised an eyebrow, fed up with your arguing.
You shrugged at your brother. “You have shit to be doing, I’ll be fine.”
You weren’t fine, anxiety bubbled low in your stomach as you searched around the venue for the singer who was nowhere to be found. Fuck, where the hell would he be? You sighed in defeat after searching everywhere inside, pushing the back door to the venue open. The sky was turning dark, the crisp autumn air hitting your bare arms making you shiver as you pulled the sleeves down.
You wandered around the buses, looking for any sign of him, even searching their bus to no avail. You stepped back outside, losing your footing on the step, almost plummeting to the ground when strong arms caught you. You looked down at the inked skin that gripped your waist and jolted away, looking up into fiery coffee coloured eyes.
”Where the fuck have you been? Everyone’s been looking for you!” You snapped, folding your arms over your chest.
Noah chuckled darkly. “It doesn’t matter.”
You could smell the hint of whiskey on his breath as he spoke, towering over you. “Noah, have you been drinking?”
”Why does it matter?” You could now hear the slight slur in his voice.
You sighed. “Fuck, Noah. You have to perform in less than half an hour.”
“Jesus Christ, Y/N it was two drinks.”
You bit your tongue. “Okay, fine, whatever. Just get back in there.”
You turned to walk away, getting halfway towards the doors when you heard him say something under his breath, making your blood boil.
”What was that?” Your jaw clenched as you stormed back towards him.
He smirked. “That skirt makes you look like a hooker.” His eyes roamed down your body, stopping at the black miniskirt and fishnets that covered your legs.
Your open palm met his cheekbone before you could even think. The sound of the slap ricocheting off the buses. He stood there, stunned as you gritted your teeth in anger, your hand burning from the hit.
Before another word could be said, you were pushing your way back inside the venue, his dark eyes watching you.
“After tonight, I’m going the fuck home.” You yelled as you stomped past everyone to the merch area.
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Thankfully Noah showed up for his set, cheek still red from your hit and you took some kind of pleasure in knowing that you were the reason for it, although the girls in the crowd swooned over him even more and it made you want to vomit. If you had to hear one more word about how gorgeous he was, you were sure you were going to flip the table.
The venue was finally cleared out and you exhaled the breath you didn’t even realise you had been holding. Busying yourself with putting the merch away was the only thing keeping your mind off the bullshit. You needed to look for plane tickets home so you rushed the job.
”You’re not serious about going home, right?” Your brother picked up a hoodie, folding it into a box.
You chuckled darkly. “If I spend one more second around that man things are gonna get ugly and I don’t think anyone wants that. It’s better if I go home.”
Nick sighed. “What if I talk to him?”
You looked up at your brother who’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern as he worked. “Nick, it’s been years and nothing has changed. If we stay around each other for one more second, we will end up ripping each other apart. Let’s just get this done so we can go back to the hotel and I can get a plane home tomorrow.”
”Fine.”
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“Go on in, I need to grab a few things.” You told everyone. You were parked at the hotel and you just needed a few minutes of alone time before the others forced you to the hotel bar to say goodbye. You were adamant on going home no matter how much they asked you to stay. You tidied up the bus, knowing it would be a mess when you leave, it’s the least you could do when you were abandoning them for the rest of the tour.
Your mind reeled over the events of the night, replaying Noah’s words and his face when you slapped him. He deserved it, how dare he call you a hooker. You were still fuming about it, seething.
”I heard that you're leaving for LA in the morning?” You didn’t even hear the bus door open and the anger flowing through your veins only grew hotter, burning like poison through your body.
You slammed the trash bag down and turned to him. “Yeah, I am. Is that a problem?”
He sat on the small table, crossing his arms. “No, actually I’m quite excited about it.”
Your eyes rolled in frustration. “Great, fantastic, now fuck off.”
Silence was thick in the air. He didn’t move, he just watched you angrily throw trash into the plastic bag. You couldn’t stand his presence, it was like heavy fog in your mind and you were ready to see red.
”What’s your problem, Noah?” You finally span around, holding your hands out in exasperation.
He huffed a laugh. “I just think you’re the worst person to ever exist, is all.” He shrugged. “You have a weak slap too, it felt like being kissed by a butterfly.”
A scoff left your lips, your fingertips twitching. “Shut up, just shut the fuck up Noah.”
He smirked. “Why? Gonna hit me again?”
”I said shut up.” Your patience was wearing thin.
”You should get some lessons, I know a guy.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
He cocked his head to the side and pouted. “Oh no, is Little Miss Perfect getting frustrated, hm?”
That was it. You marched forward and gripped the front of his hoodie, breathing heavily through your nose. “Listen here, I don’t know what your fucking problem is but can you please just fuck off and leave me alone. I’ll be gone tomorrow, I won’t hang around when we’re home, we won’t have to see each other.” You growled.
His whiskey eyes turned almost black as he stared down at you, his lips curling into a sick smile. “What a shame, I was enjoying this game of cat and mouse.”
You could’ve screamed in his face, grip tightening on his hoodie. “I hate you.”
”Say it again.” His inked fingers wrapped around your wrist. He stood, towering above you, nostrils flaring.
”I hate you.”
He flipped the both of you over, pressing your back against the table, looming over you as if you were prey. You should’ve been scared but your thighs clenched when he stared down at you, chest heaving with anger.
“Say it again, Y/N.” He growled, face inches from yours.
You gulped, face reddening at the closeness and his dominating demeanour. “I fucking hate you.” You spat.
His lips urgently pressed to yours, taking your breath away as he kissed you with so much fire you thought you might die. The hand on his hoodie moved to his chestnut hair, grabbing it at the roots hard. He gasped into your mouth, lifting you up onto the table. His tongue slipped past your lips, sliding against yours, earning a soft groan from you.
He pulled away to pull the Bad Omens long sleeve from your body, eyes travelling down to your bare chest where you had decided to not wear a bra and he practically whined. His hot lips trailed down your chest, his large palm gripping your waist. Your eyes rolled back when his mouth wrapped around the hardened peak of your nipple, your head falling back against your shoulders. His tongue lapped against it, dark eyes looking up at you through long lashes and you were done for.
“Noah-“ you gasped when his hand trailed between your thighs, pushing them apart.
He huffed against your sensitive skin as his hands pushed your tiny skirt up and found the fishnets underneath, tearing a hole in the crotch. You went to protest, to push him away but his fingers gliding against the wet mess on your underwear had the words dying on your tongue.
”Fuck, do you get off on hating me, huh?” He kissed back up to your jaw, hot breath against the flesh of your throat. When you didn’t answer, too lost in the feeling of his hand against your clothed core he gripped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Answer me.”
His fingers slid underneath the black lace, slipping between your folds to gather the arousal and you gasped. He quickly pulled his fingers out, holding them in front of you, showing you just how wet you were.
His fingers gripped your cheeks harder. “I said, do you get off on hating me, Y/N?”
You nodded, his fingers pressing against your lips. You opened your mouth, licking your sweet arousal from his fingertips and he groaned at the sensation, hips bucking into you. You slid your tongue against them, sucking the digits as far as you could into your throat, spit travelling down onto his palm. He was panting over you, his hard cock straining against his shorts, pressing against your throbbing cunt.
It was all too much. Your face was burning up, body yearning for his touch. You hated him so much yet all you wanted was for him to take you for all you have, to leave you a whimpering mess.
As if he could read your thoughts, he pulled his soaking fingers from your mouth, eyes never leaving yours as he ran them down your bare chest, down to where you needed him most. He tore the thin black lace of your underwear out of the way and trailed his hand between your folds, circling your clit at a torturous pace, basking in the sounds that left your lips.
It felt like hell how slow he was being, riling you up, frustrating you even more than he usually did. You needed more and your hips bucked, begging for friction but he wouldn’t let up on the torture, smirking down at you.
“What do you need, hm?” He pouted.
”Fuck-“ you whined. “Please.”
”Please what?” His long inked fingers pressed against your entrance before retreating back to circle your clit.
”I need more, please.”
”Look at you begging like a needy little slut.” A sly grin danced across his lips as he finally pressed a slim finger inside you, the wet sound filling the quiet bus.
Your mouth gaped open, back arching when he curled his fingers into the spot that had your vision blurring. His cock twitched at the feeling of you clenching against his hand and he added another finger, fucking you fast exactly where you needed him.
You were on cloud nine, the feeling of his fingers inside you sending you into a frenzy of whines and moans. You shouldn’t have enjoyed it the way you did, it should’ve felt wrong, it shouldn’t have been happening at all with how much you fucking hated him but all you wanted to do was cum around his fingers.
His free hand moved to the back of your head, gathering your hair in his palm to force you to look at him. His eyes were pits of darkness and lust, pupils blown wide, staring at you like he wanted to devour you. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers and he growled, pulling you into a filthy kiss. Your tongues slid around each other in an unholy dance of need and desperation.
You were close, the tightness in the pit of your stomach becoming too much to handle. Your moans were turning into incoherent rambling and you needed release.
”Fuck, I-I’m gonna, ah!” Before you could, he pulled his fingers from you, pushing his shorts down just enough to free his cock, achingly hard and leaking precum.
”Are you gonna show me how much you hate me and cum around my cock?” His hand in your hair gripped harder, making your eyes roll back as the tip of his cock slid between your folds, pressing against your clit.
“Please, please, I need it.” You whimpered.
”You fucking disgust me.” He gritted, pushing inside, filling you so perfectly.
Your eyes met his when he started to fuck into you, hard and fast, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix, making your scream. It felt so good, you didn’t know how you would ever recover from him ruining you. You were so fucked out and cock drunk that you didn’t care about the noises that left you, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin and the wet sound of him rutting into your pussy.
He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, his hand on the back of your head as leverage, cock sliding in and out of you so wonderfully. Once again that coil in your stomach pulled taught, threatening to snap. You clenched around him and he grunted, needing more of you. He pushed as deep as he could until you squealed in a heavenly mix of pain and pleasure.
“Do you hate me?” He growled, pressing his forehead against yours.
”So fucking much.” You whined.
”Tell me you hate me.” He was panting, so close to the edge.
His free hand slid between your bodies and found you clit, rubbing it quickly with his thrusts, making you see stars.
”Fuck! I hate you. I hate you. I hate y-“ with a scream you came around him, soaking him, legs rattling as you clutched his arms. You were completely out of your mind, fucked out, overstimulated as he fucked you through the best orgasm you had ever experienced.
Your walls pulsed around him, sending into his own climax, filling you to the brim with his cum, your name leaving his mouth like a mantra, a forbidden song.
You were both panting, catching your breath. Silence filled the bus when he pulled out, tucking himself back into his underwear while you lay there on the table, his cum dripping out of you. You heard him go into the bathroom to get tissue and to your surprise he cleaned you up, wiping away the mess he made.
There was an air of awkwardness when you redressed yourself, digging around for a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that you threw on haphazardly. Noah was cleaning the table when you turned to him.
You cleared your throat. “I-uh, I’m going to find the others.”
Noah scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah.”
You nodded, turning to the door.
”Hey wait!” You span back around to see Noah approaching, pulling you into a searing kiss. He pulled back after a minute with furrowed eyebrows. “Don’t go home, yeah?”
You smirked, lifting you hand to brush his hair out of his face. “Remember that I still hate you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fuck you.”
He pulled your lips back to his again.
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3 days later…
”Leave before I tear your fucking throat out.” You screamed, throwing a t-shirt at the smug brown eyed idiot.
”You should’ve got on that plane back home, I can’t fucking deal with this!” Noah stormed away.
”Don’t come back!” You yelled down the hall, stomping your feet towards the couch where Jolly and Bryan were sitting.
”I’m surprised you didn’t go. He’s not gonna change you know.” Jolly nudged your shoulder when you huffed.
“Why did you stay anyway?” Bryan asked.
”I can’t leave you guys short staffed, can I?” You smiled, wrapping your arms around their shoulders. “Anyway, I gotta go find Matt.” You stood up, picking up your phone on the way, smiling at the message on the screen. You sauntered out of the room.
”Do you think she’s fucking Noah?” Jolly questioned.
Bryan chuckled. “Totally.”
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apologies and kisses
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[image ID: pictures on a light purple background. there are five different baby blankets, a few different bottles of laundry detergent, and an image of chris evans as steve rogers looking smug and another of sebastian stan looking comedically distraught/.end ID]
masterlist
summer celebration masterlist
18+
wc: ~2200 words
warnings: having to do chores. baby is kind of dramatic in this(but justified!)
a/n: the movies moodboards are back. this is the first post of my summer celebration!!! also my first "and kisses" piece!!! "and kisses" just means there are lots of kisses and this is important because i love kisses :)
pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)
summary: Steve leaves you and Bucky alone for a day and your Baba manages to make a mistake worthy of an apology and lots of kisses
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚
“Okay, I’m leaving for my meeting now!” Steve called out. “Just making this announcement in case one of my loves wants to show me some love before I go!” 
Your dada would never leave without a proper goodbye unless it was an emergency, but he likes teasing you. You took the bait every time. 
“Dada! Dada wait!” You rushed to the door and “caught” Steve just as he was about to open the door. 
“Oh goodness! You just barely made it, pumpkin. I was practically out the door!” He set down his briefcase and gave you a hug and kiss. He looked over your shoulder for any sign of Bucky. “Hm. Only one of my loves came to say goodbye. I guess that’s it then. Bye sweetheart, I’ll see you later tonight.”
“No! No! Baba! Baba, come say bye bye to Dada, you have to!”
Bucky shook his head at your and Steve’s antics. He walked leisurely down the hallway before kissing Steve goodbye. 
“You sure took your time,” Dada teased. 
“I can’t be spoiling you now. Sometimes ya gotta play a lil’ hard to get.” Bucky winked. 
Steve laughed and muttered idiot before returning the kiss. “You two gonna be okay without me?”
“Yes, Steve. I’ve got the schedule and the chore chart and the MyPlate chart that you printed out for me. Twice. Relax, I’ve got this. They’re my baby too, you know.”
Your dada sighed. “I know, and I trust you but it’s been a while since we’ve been separated.”
Bucky rubbed his shoulders. “We’re gonna be fine, it’s only for a few hours-”
“Six hours.”
“And those six hours will be fun and productive thanks to the schedule you lovingly created for us. We’ll be okay, you can just focus on your meeting. Unless that’s why you’re acting like a mother hen right now.” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Are you worrying about us so you don’t have to think about your meeting?”
Steve stood a little straighter and fixed his tie. “Steve Rogers doesn’t run away from his problems. But if he did, that’d be a pretty darn good reason.”
Bucky laughed. “Okay, Captain. Whatever you say, now go kick some ass.”
“Language.” He kissed you one more time. “Bye, sweetheart.” He kissed Bucky. “Be good.”
“Why am I being told to ‘be good’?”
“Because our sweet little angel is always good. You’re the trouble around here.” Steve smiled at you and walked out the door, closing it behind him before your baba could respond. 
“Unbelievable. Did you hear that, lovie? Dada’s talking as if he wasn’t the biggest troublemaker his whole life.” He stopped looking at the door to face you. “How ‘bout those chores? Should we get started on them?”
“Don’t wannaaaa,” you whined. 
“I know, me neither but we gotta show Dada how responsible I can be. Will you help me with that, baby?”
“Mmm. Okay. But then I don’t have to eat Dada’s veggie sprouts for dinner.”
Your baba threw his head back in laughter. “Trust me, angel. Baba wouldn’t make you eat that mess even if you were the naughtiest baby in the world.”
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Two hours later, you and Bucky had finished watering the plants, cleaning your playroom, and doing the dishes. The only two chores left on Steve’s list were to dust all the shelves and lamps in the house and do the laundry. Bucky hated dusting, so he was saving that task for last. 
He stood a little straighter and used his sergeant voice to grab your attention. “Agent baby, I have a very important task for you.”
You copied his posture. “I’m listenin’, sargan’ baba!”
“I need you to round up all the blankies in the playroom and living room and escort them to the laundry room. And bring any loose socks you see on your way. Those tricky little guys have escaped us for the last time.”
“Yes, sargan’ baba!” You did as he said, gathering the lightweight blankets that collected on the back of the couch and in one of your playroom’s baskets. You carefully walked to the laundry room with your huge pile of blankets nearly blocking your whole face. 
“I gots dem, Baba!”
“That’s very impressive, baby! And in record time too,” Bucky praised. He took the blankets from your hands and placed them into the machine. “One, two, three, four, five, si- wait, we’re missing one. Where’s your blankie, lovie?”
You looked up innocently. “Bankie’s not dirty.”
“Now I know that’s not true. I can’t remember the last time we washed blankie.”
“But, but what if bankie don’ like the water?” You pouted and formed a crease between your brows. 
“Blankie will be fine, sweetheart. Blankets are meant to be washed! And don’t you want your blankie to be fresh and clean? Think about how you feel after a nice bath. Good, right?”
You looked down and played with the hem of your shirt. “Yah, feels good.”
“Okay, then can you get blankie for me? Or do you want sergeant baba to come with you?”
“No, I do it!” You straightened up and rushed to get your blankie, wanting to show Baba your independence. 
You carefully handed blankie to Bucky. 
“Thank you, doll. Now blankie’s gonna take a little trip with these other blankies and when they’re done they’re gonna be all clean! While I do this can you look for the feather duster in the closet? I’ll be back out in a minute.”
“Okay, Baba!”
Now alone with the washing machine, Bucky turned the knob to the correct settings and reached for the detergent. There were three different bottles on the shelf. Wait, which brand is used for blankets? How much are you supposed to use? And who needs three different kinds of laundry detergent?
Steve had been taking care of the laundry lately in exchange for Bucky cleaning the kitchen. Steve was also more particular about how fabrics felt after washing, explaining the need for different detergents. Bucky decided to put a little bit of each detergent in the machine and hope for the best. He pressed the start button and left to find you and the feather duster. 
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Not too long later, every bookshelf and lampshade in the house was dust-free, Bucky put the blankets in the dryer, and you both ate lunch. By the time the dishes were cleaned, the dryer played a happy tune signaling that the blankets were dry. 
“Baba! Is blankie time!”
He gasped. “Blankie time? We gotta move fast! Hold on baby, Baba’s gonna get you there!” He lifted you off his lap and carried you to the laundry room, moving up and down while making airplane noises. 
“Wooosh! Wooosh! Wow, baby, look at how fast you’re going!”
You squealed and held onto Bucky’s Henley for dear life. “I’m zoomin! I go so high so fast!”
“Aaaand we’ve made it to blankieland!” He put on a voice and pretended to talk into a radio. “Passengers, we have just landed in blankieland. Please stay still while we take out the blankies and give your Babas a kiss for the ride.”
You giggled and kissed Bucky on the cheek before wiggling out of his arms. “Mwah! Down please!”
He set you down and opened the dryer, putting all the blankets into a clean basket so he could take out the dryer lint while you got your blankie. He closed the door and then turned to you. 
“So, how’s blankie? All clean and fresh?”
“B-Baba?” Your lip was trembling and your eyes were filling up with tears. 
“Oh, baby what’s wrong?” He crouched down to your level.
“My blankie! You ruined blankie!” You dropped blankie and ran to your room crying. 
Confused, Bucky picked up your blanket from the floor and a pant of guilt hit him. Blotches of the fabric were discolored. It made your blanket look like someone spilled Steve’s green juice on it. He inspected the other blankets and for some reason, only yours was affected. 
Baba felt so bad for ruining something that meant so much to you. He wanted to go comfort you, but sometimes you needed time alone after a conflict. 
While giving you some space, Bucky tried to fix his mistake. He thought about all the ways he could get the stains out. He tried a stain-removing pen, but there was no change. He got a small part wet and blotted it with a towel. Again, nothing happened. Surely putting it into the machine again wouldn’t fix things, that's how he got into this mess. And he was hesitant to try vinegar, the idea of your blanket being stained and smelly was too much. With no other solutions left to try, Bucky went to go check on you. 
Luckily, you left your door wide open. You were so distracted that you just ran straight toward crying into your pillow and stuffies. Bucky could hear your cries all around the house. He was concerned about how long you’d been crying for. How much time did he spend in that laundry room?
“Baby? Baby, I’m so sorry. Baba’s so sorry he ruined your blankie.” Bucky carefully sat down on your bed and rubbed your back in a soothing gesture. “I’ll buy you a new blankie, yeah? I’ll buy you as many as you want, as big as you want, as colorful as you want.”
He couldn’t be too sure, but he might’ve heard you sob the word “no” three times. 
“Angel, I’m so sorry. I just wanted you to have a clean blankie. When Dada gets back I’ll have him teach me how to clean blankie the correct way, okay? Maybe he can fix this.” Bucky actually wasn’t sure this was something that could be fixed, but he’d say anything to make you happy. “It was an honest mistake, angel. Can you forgive me?”
“I never forgive you, Baba! Never ever ever ever!” You smashed your face into a pillow and kept sobbing. 
Bucky sighed and held his head in his hands. He was hoping for an ounce of Steve’s patience right now. He thought about taking you over to the tower himself. You could see Steve sooner. Maybe some of the other Avengers would still be there and they could help cheer you up. Or maybe he could bribe you with treats, he did just go grocery shopping yesterday...
Luckily, your Dada was just about to park the car. He opened the door expecting to see either you running up to him or you and Bucky sleeping on the couch, exhausted from all the chores. He was not expecting to hear you crying. Steve quickly took off his shoes and found the two of you. 
“What’s going on?” It was an odd scene, you lying face down in the middle of the bed, sobbing while Bucky was perched on the edge about to pull his hair out. 
You turned over and reached out to Dada, still whimpering. He picked you up and reached for a tissue to clean your face. “What’s got my little sweetheart so worked up, hmm?”
“B-Baba wuined bankie.” You hid your face in Steve’s neck, too tired to do anything else. 
Dada looked over to Bucky with a raised brow. 
“I was doing the laundry and I messed up blankie.”
“Show me.”
Bucky left to get blankie while Steve sat on your bed with you in his lap. “Sweetheart, look at me.”
You whined and nuzzled deeper into Steve’s shoulder. 
He sighed and rubbed your back, beginning to talk anyway. “I know how much blankie means to you, baby. I’m sorry Baba ruined it. Did Baba say sorry to you?”
You sniffled. “Ya.”
“And did you forgive him?”
You didn’t answer. 
“Babyyy,” he said in a warning tone. Steve did not appreciate unanswered questions. 
“No. I say I never forgive him.”
He sucked in a breath. “That’s harsh, now why would you say that?”
“Because blankie!”
“I know, I know. But don’t you think Baba is a little more important than blankie? I bet Baba’s real sorry even without your crying.”
Bucky came into your room with blankie. Steve reached for it and inspected the damage. 
“You poured the detergent straight onto it instead of using the slot, didn’t you?”
“How did you know that?”
Steve grimaced. “I made that mistake too. With my own blanket, thankfully. This kind of fabric just soaks it up. And why are the splotches different colors? Which detergent did you use?”
Bucky scratched the back of his neck. “All of them?” Steve’s eyes widened. “I didn’t use a lot! Just a little of each. Why do we need three different kinds anyway?”
Steve laughed. “It’s okay, Buck. I’ll show you the ropes next time.” He turned to you. “See, baby? It was an accident. Baba was trying so hard to clean blankie that he used three whole different soaps!”
You giggled softly and snuck a peek at your daddies. Steve looked hopeful while Bucky still looked sad and a little embarrassed. You didn’t like seeing Baba so down. You reached out to him. 
He looked surprised. “You want me to hold you?” When you nodded, he reached out to pick you up. He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “Again, I’m so sorry baby. Baba didn’t know.”
You held his face with both hands. “Is okay Baba. Sorry for being a meanie.”
He laughed. “You’re no meanie, angel.” He kissed you and then cuddled you, mouthing thank you to Steve over your shoulder. 
The next day, your daddies took you on a trip to buy a new blankie and Steve spent an hour showing Bucky how to do the laundry. He even took notes and laminated them to keep in the laundry room.
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f1daydreamers · 10 months
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𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 [𝐋𝐒𝟏𝟖] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐
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Pairing: Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader
Summary: Asking the driver of the team you work for to attend a wedding with you as your fake date is possibly one of the dumbest ideas you’ve had ever.. but also one of the best.
Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, one bed trope oop
A/N: Thank you all so much for the love on the first chapter, you guys are incredible :') Here's Part 1 if you haven't read it yet or want a recap!
Word Count: 2.1k (8 minutes reading time avg)
"Your Dad, your sister, your brother, they're great." You didn't add anything on to Lance's sentence, heading out of the venue your brother had extravangantly booked for a rehearsal dinner.
Being a lawyer marrying a real estate agent must have its perks.
"Your mum is.. certainly a character." You scoffed, knowing he probably had no intention of clearing up what he meant, assuming you'd understand what he was trying to say.
The sun had barely begun setting, the weather was cooler, and your home wasn't that much of a walk so somewhere between the few minutes it took for you both to leave the venue and reach the corner of the street, you decided walking would be the best option.
Lance just inattentively followed you, knowing you were his only navigation system.
He took a few brisk steps to catch up with your pace, the only comfort offered to you that you'd accept after a long day would be under the covers of your bed.
"In a rush?" You exhaled through your mouth, watching the puff of air escape from your lips.
"No, just want this day to end." You felt bitter about how your mother was acting, ignoring Lance then shooting you looks as if you were in the wrong was so typical of her.
Yet you were still surprised she'd go that low on such a celebratory occasion.
"You're.. chipper." The corner of your mouth twitched upwards and you mumbled a barely coherent word of confusion.
Lance laughed at your expression, "I heard one of your uncles say it, I like it."
You breathily laughed, shaking your head. "Trust me, no one says that anymore. My uncle uses slang he thinks would make him fit in. It doesn't."
He shrugs, stretching his arms outwards and only satisfied when he hears an expected 'pop' sound. "I think he's pretty cool."
Your lips curve into a smile, turning your head towards Lance who has a similar grin on his lips. "You should tell him that, he'll blush bright red."
You undo the latch to the front gate, pulling it wide open so the F1 driver can slide through, then you shut it behind him.
"Do you have a key?" Lance asks you, hopping up the final step of the patio. He extended your purse out to you in case it was in there but before you could answer his question, you paused.
"Why do you have my purse?" Trying to recall if you handed it to him but nothing sprung to mind.
"You left it on the table, I recognised it from this." He fiddled with the Aston Martin keyring Sebastian left the entire team as a parting gift in Abu Dhabi last year.
He brought it to your line of sight, proudly smiling.
You smiled back at him, "sharp eye Stroll."
"Thank you darling." That same look of confusion arose on your face again.
You looked away, your face warming slightly as you kicked the corner of the doormat to reveal a familiar key beneath it.
"Another one of my Uncle's terms of endearment?" He chuckled from behind you, the keyring making a faint clank sound as it hit the chain of your crossbody bag.
"Afraid so." You shook your head for the second time in this conversation, bending over to grasp the key between the pads of your index finger and thumb.
Slotting it into the hole, you pushed the door open and similarly to before, Lance easily maneuvered inside and past you.
He toed off his sneakers and picked them up with his two fingers hooked into the back.
You pulled open the drawer to the shoe rack, and he pushed them inside one of the empty spaces. You followed in his movements.
"Hungry? Thirsty?" He accompanied you to the kitchen. You flicked on the light switch and he went over to the kitchen island, leaning his elbows on the cold marble counter.
"Nah, I ate my weight in almonds already." He grinned, watching you pull out a jug from the fridge.
"Sucks having a rehearsal dinner with no dinner." You commented.
You poured yourself a glass of some freshly-squeezed apple juice. Your mum was always hellbent on having fresh everything when you were growing up, guess that habit still hadn't faded over time.
After a brief moment of chatter, you slung your bag around your neck, both you and Lance ascending the stairs to your bedroom.
As you pushed the door open and your hand searched for the light switch on the wall, you came to a sudden halt when the room was eventually illuminated.
Your heart sank to your stomach as you stared at the double bed in the center of your room.
He shut the door, wondering why you'd stopped moving all of a sudden before the realisation dawned on him and his words faltered halfway in his throat.
You glanced at him as his shoulder ghosted yours to stand besides you, his gaze met yours and both of you had a very similar look on your faces: the one that said 'this wasn't part of the deal'.
"Do you want me to open a window? It's a bit stuffy in here." He nonchalantly questioned.
You refrained from telling him that it wasn't stuffy because of the humidity, it was stuffy because there was an obvious elephant in the room that needed to be addressed.
You don't answer him, your mind in somewhat of a haze as you're trying to comprehend when the fuck two twin beds that you remember moving out from suddenly turned into one double bed.
"I'll open a window." Lance states, passing the inanimate bane of your existence to crack open one of the windows.
The idea of sharing a bed brought on a sudden discomfort, and without obvious reason. You'd shared beds with so many people before; friends, cousins, on sleepovers, girls' nights.
You dismiss the memories of physical contact earlier: Lance's hand resting on your thigh, fingers intertwined, and his touch on your back.
Consequently, you also disregarded the subsequent surge of butterflies in your stomach.
Those butterflies could have been easily set aside as mere surprise, and you also had no intention of experiencing them again. It took a considerable effort to convince the F1 driver to accompany you as your pretend date for a four-day weekend, so the thought of him ever entertaining any connection with you seemed entirely implausible.
Plus, you don't even like him like that.
Lance noticed you deeply lost in thought, biting the inside of his cheek.
"I can take the floor." Your eyes snap up to him stood on the other side of the room, leaned against the window pane.
Your eyes then flicker to the wooden flooring beneath your feet, shuddering while imagining how wildly uncomfortable that would be for a whole night, nevermind three nights.
"It's cold, and hard."
He shrugged, not caring much for his own discomfort. He reached over to grab his gym bag besides your suitcase, your parents had brought them in from your car this morning.
He unzipped the front pocket, fishing out his toothbrush.
"I dragged you out here so the least I can do is give you a bed to sleep in. I'll take the floor."
Lance hummed in disagreement, giving you a firm look. "Nope, not happening."
He pulled off his hoodie and dropped it on top of his gym bag, heading straight for the bathroom, already knowing where it was having had it shown to him before by your sister.
You took the time to change into your pajamas, digging through your open suitcase for your toiletry bag and simultaneously waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom.
After he had, he entered your bedroom once more and you found yourself staring at his bare arms, flexing with every little movement as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
The image of his muscles burned into your mind as you swiftly exited the room and set foot into the bathroom, locking it. You exhaled a shaky breath, taking out your toothbrush from your bag of skincare.
As you brushed your teeth then veered off into your skincare routine that followed, you only prayed that this weekend would go by quickly and smoothly. Something you'd been praying for since your brother had announced the dates of the ceremony.
After you finished up, you turned the light switch off and with a hesitant movement in your feet, you pushed open the bedroom door that hadn't been closed the entire way. Yet.
You saw Lance preparing to lie on the floor and told him to wait, hoping that if your parents hadn't been clearing out the remnants of your wardrobe as they had been with your bed, you'd find..
"Yes!" You exclaimed, tugging out the air mattress, keeping a hand on the tower of clothes you never took with you. Lance helped before laughing, you met his eyes as you lay the deflated cloud on your floor.
"Why do you have an air mattress in your room?" You blushed, "because of my sleepovers. I bought it spontaneously and look, now there's a purpose for it."
"Pump?" You whisked around again, now on your tiptoes as you tried to feel around the top of your wardrobe for a familiar cardboard box but ultimately failing because of your height, or lack thereof.
"Let me," Lance interrupted, extending his arm easily to the top. You looked down to the floor so your gaze wouldn't fixate on his bare bicep twice this evening, and eventually he lowered the box so it was within your grasp.
After pumping up the mattress, pulling on a fitted sheet and throwing him two of your pillows, you also threw him your thicker duvet.
Before he could complain, you stopped him. "I took the bed, you take the duvet. I've got a blanket." He gave in, sorting it out on his bed for the night, laying on his back after what felt like days.
You slipped into your blanket, resting your head on your pillow.
"Y/N?" You hum in return to his call of your name, turning your head to see him staring at the ceiling.
"The light's still on." You chuckled but before you could swing your legs over to the side, Lance was already up and going over to the far wall.
"Thanks." You add. He cautiously steps in darkness back over, careful as to not hit anything or hurt himself.
...
You wake up to find sunlight peaking through your windows, the cause of your slumber coming to its eventual end. But the man who fell asleep beneath the window isn't there, the blanket half falling off of the air mattress, the pillows tilted slightly.
Your eyebrows furrow when your eyes adjust to your room, but you also manage to half-remember that the blanket you were seeing on Lance's mattress was the one you'd fell asleep with a mere 8 hours ago.
The duvet you'd thrown at him now covering everything below your hips. You realised he must've swapped them at some point during the night when you were sound asleep.
After a few minutes, you sat up on your bed and left to brush your teeth, retying your hair into a low bun and splashing cold water over your face.
You skipped down the stairs, walking into the kitchen where most of the voices you were hearing were coming from, Lance's distinguishable accent being one of them.
"Morning sleepy," you smiled at him as he turned away from you and to the coffee machine, looking around to see only your sister and one of your cousins who'd stayed the night meeting your tired gaze.
"Where's mum 'n dad?" Daisy shrugged, "out."
She turned her attention back to your cousin so you headed for Lance, who, with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hand, swung around to see you.
You groaned happily at the sight of it, excitedly taking it into your hands. Coffee cheered you up. Lance chuckled, noticing the genuine twinkle in your eyes when he extended the mug out to you.
"Thank you." He nodded, and after a short moment's of silence, you looked at him.
"Did you.. swap the duvet 'round?" You questioned quietly, making sure the others in the kitchen couldn't overhear.
He smiled, taking a swig of his coffee before answering.
"You were shivering." He didn't add on anything else and from the gesture alone, that damned flurry of butterlifes erupted out of their cages again in your stomach.
"Well, I appreciate it. I guess my body did too." You joked, Lance nudging your arm with his elbow, a grin on his lips.
...
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babiebom · 15 days
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Heyyy! I was wondering if u could do the bachelors & bachelorettes reactin to / dating an s/o who has really intense nose bleeds when they're stressed. But plot twist bc this is literally the norm for the farmer bc they have crippling anxiety, especially social.
Thank u sm!!
A/N: I don’t know why I thought this was funny??? My anxiety just makes my stomach upset but a nosebleed in front of everyone like some sort of anxious demon is funny. Not the clean up tho. I’ve never had a nosebleed but I know they bleed SO MUCH. Also no problemo!!! Always glad to get requests!! I did different things (so not just stressed because I would’ve written the same thing for anyone I made crush aspects as sort of for stress too lmao) for each hopefully they’re good enough!
Tw: cursing, blood, anxiety, the nose bleeds are VERY dramatic because it’s fiction lmao. Physical fights(in Leah’s part), arguments(in almost all of them). Pierre hate Pam hate(kinda) Demetrius hate Morris hate. And Kel is gender neutral! let me know if there’s anything else to tag!
Wc: idk lmao hopefully at least 100 words for each
Stardew Masterlist
Sebastian:
Just frowns
Actually helps unexpectedly
….we can never talk about this happening again if you want……
It’s not often that you get to see the towns resident emo, even after visiting Robin multiple times for various building needs. So when you wander into the house, looking for Robin so you can upgrade your coop, seeing him makes your brain malfunction.
“Oh…hey farmer.” He greets, moving past you to head further into the house. You blink for a second before returning the greeting, watching as his dark hoodie disappears behind a wall.
You try to force your breathing to slow down. There is absolutely NO reason you should be this worked up over a literal one second conversation. While you sit with your thoughts, foot steps fill your ears and the sight of Sebastian returning from wherever he went makes all of your progress regress. “So…you here waiting for my mom?”
You nod quickly, clearing your throat, “yeah…um…just need to upgrade my chicken coop.”
“Oh well, she’s not in today. She usually goes to Pierre’s store to work out with the other moms.”
You frown to yourself, how did you miss that she wouldn’t be in today? Damn now all you can think about is how you just made a fool of yourself. Lost in your thoughts, you miss that Sebastian had cleared his throat a couple times until he waves a hand in front of your face.
“If you want, I can take your order and tell her when she gets home later. That way she can get started tomorrow.”
“Would you?” Your heart flips as you perk up. Was he usually this nice? You kinda heard from Robin herself that Sebastian never really interacted with people he wasn’t already friends with.
“Yeah sure.” He shrugs and moves to go around the counter, setting his slowly cooling food down. “Okay so she usually charges 10,000g and you have to have 400 logs of wood and 150 things of stone. Sound right?”
You nod and hand over the bag of money. The second your hands touch it’s like your body decided it couldn’t handle anything else from him. Luckily he just takes the money and pretends like your nose hasn’t become a geyser as you scramble to try to keep the blood from dripping all over their furniture.
Sam:
WOAH DUDE IS THAT LIKE….NORMAL?
it’s like from a movie or something
Is overall sorta scared but at the same time thinks it’s cool
“And this is how I do a kick flip!” Sam shows you skateboard trick after trick and honestly you can’t get enough of it. It wasn’t a secret that the both of you had crushes on each other, and even now it was very obvious by how you were watching him do his tricks that you had feelings for him. Yet still you two weren’t in a relationship, just sort of friends who like each other in a romantic sort of way.
“You’re so cool!” You clap as he lands another trick.
“And you’re cute!”
“What?”
You freeze in your spot and watch in confusion as he sort of freezes midway through his next trick and crashes to the ground. His words echo in your head, making your face heat up and your heart soar. He smacks his face on the ground, sending you into a panic because now all you can think about is how he thinks you’re cute, and now how he probably has a concussion from hitting his face directly onto the concrete.
When he lifts his face off the ground, you’re kneeling next to him, trying to check on him. His forehead is bleeding, his nose is bleeding, and so is his mouth. You shriek and try to go through your backpack to see if you have anything to help him. You didn’t.
You already know where this is leading, and you let out a groan of annoyance right before your nose starts leaking just like his. His eyes widen and he lets out a loud laugh. Maybe you two can move out of the weird friendship you have after all.
Shane:
Would just stare silently
Like no comments no nothing
Doesn’t even act like it’s happening
Having a part time job at Joja Mart during the winter is one of the absolute worst ideas that you’ve had in a while. But you didn’t make a lot during your first year of farming. Stacking the products onto the shelves, your only saving Grace is the fact that you’re allowed to have earphones in. Except for the fact that Pam is now standing next to you asking loudly about where something is. Shane is stacking the shelves behind you.
“I don’t know Pam…the alcohol is probably on the wall in the back.” You frown at her. She obviously knows that you don’t know this store that well, you were a FARMER that NEVER shopped here before. She rasps out another question and it takes everything in you to not snap at her. Trying to calm yourself of course there’s gonna be something else that makes you lose your mind. That something is Morris, coming over and being the absolute WORST and in turn making Pam LOUDER and more insistent.
He’s lecturing you, Pam is agreeing with him way too loudly, the music on your headphones is now overwhelming instead of calming, and the sound of random things in the market is making you want to bite a chunk out of the loaves of bread in front of you, plastic and all. With everything building up inside of you, you already know what’s going to happen. It always happens, but instead of excusing yourself you stand there, staring Morris down as the blood begins to flow from your nostrils.
Pam yells out curses and Morris begins to stutter, but behind them Shane just stares for a second before continuing to work. When you’re finally left alone with him in the aisle as your two stressors hastily take their leave, all he does is let out a dry chuckle.
“Sam has a hell of a mess to clean up…”
Alex:
Oh DUDE your nose is like….LEAKING
Doesn’t help
Just watched and comments
“AND THEN HE HAS THE NERVE TO TELL PEOPLE THAT MY HARVESTS ARE HIS BUT HE ONLY DOES IT IF ITS GOOD!” You rant to the brown haired boy, pacing back and forth in his room. Thankfully both Evelyn and George were out so you weren’t bothering anyone except for the man in front of you.
You huff and puff as he watches, slightly amused slightly concerned. Alex wasn’t the best person to go to when you’re upset unless it was something absolutely devastating. So being in front of him now, complains about your farming woes meant that he was only half ass taking it seriously. “You should go and speak your mind.” He says.
Turns out you should NOT take advice from Alex. Standing in Pierre’s shop, you’re staring him down angrily, anxiety creeping up your throat from you trying to will yourself to call him out on his bullshit. The older man just kind of stares at you in confusion because all you had done was shout his name angrily as you entered the shop then stand in front of him seething.
“You….you…..” you point a finger at him. This was the moment, the moment you stand up for yourself and tell Pierre how HORRIBLE he is!
But of course things don’t work how you want and your nose gushes out blood all over the counter before you can work yourself up to the point of accusations. With a gasp you run out of the shop, hoping that he would keep his mouth shut with Alex running behind you laughing. Again, NEVER let Alex talk you into anything.
Elliott:
Panics
How do I help PLS LET ME HELP
Everything probably gets messy
Fishing had never been your favorite pastime, but now trying to fix up the community center you had to. Unfortunately Willy was gone and couldn’t properly teach you even though he had gifted you an old rod of his, so the next best thing is getting your boyfriend to teach you since he does fish often. Now you stand on the docks, waiting for a fish to bite the hook.
“Keep calm, the fish can feel your fear and it makes them upset.” Elliott spoke. In all honesty you didn’t even know if that was true or not, but you take in a breath to calm down. You did not want to be here all day you had cows to pet.
The second your line begins to pull you try to pull the fish in. And you succeed until it comes time to unhook the eel you managed to catch. The eel is slimy and slippery and all around not a good thing to try to grip. A shriek leaves your lips and the eel struggles, Elliott tries to help you but is also struggling to catch hold of it. And now your nose is bleeding adding another layer to the already hellish experience.
You’re unhappy, the eel is unhappy, and Elliott is unhappy. After what seems like an hour, the stupid thing slips out of your grips and back into the ocean, washing your nose blood off of it and splashing you with saltwater. 0 out of 10 you will not be trying again.
Harvey:
Calm but concerned(after panicking for a second)
Has a doctory approach to it
But is secretly like WTF inside
Your heart thumps in your chest as you sit on the clinic bed. It’s been a while since you’ve been in Harvey’s clinic, having taken a break from the mines, and somehow this seems more shameful than having been beaten almost to death by living slime. Your hands bleed into the cloth you have pressed into it. One of the pigs knocked you over into the broken fence you were in the middle of fixing. Now you sit waiting for the good looking Doctor.
When he walks in he’s all smiles, tapping his clipboard with his pen. “While I’m sad to see that you’re injured, I’m glad to see it isn’t from those mines again.” The eye contact he makes with you makes your heart twist for a second.
He starts speaking of all the shots you need and the antibiotics you need to take, rust poisoning is quite serious you know. “Now,” he says, moving towards you, “let me see your hand.”
Your heart thumps erratically at the close proximity of him and you. You only really ever got to see him this close when you were half dead and barely conscious. His face is much too close for you to be able to do anything but focus on how pretty his eyes are, and how fluffy his mustache is, and how…
“OH MY DEAR YOBA” He yelps and jumps away from you. It takes only a second after him to realize what’s going on, and now your furiously wiping away at your nose with your hands instead of with the cloth, and he’s trying to get something on your nose to catch the blood. It’s a disaster, really. But at least you’re already in a clinic!
Penny:
Probably panics
Doesn’t know how to deal with it
Would try to help though
The warmth of the pool in the spa did nothing to ease your nerves as you waded in the shallow end of the pool. Penny had invited you to come sometime after 7 pm, and when you had arrived she was already waiting for you, kicking her feet in the pool. The thought of her asking you here made your stomach turn, did you do something wrong…? Was she inviting you here to tell you she hated you or something…? You had grown close to her over your time here and would hate it if she thought you were too much or something.
“Do you know why I invited you here?” She asks, moving closer but keeping her eyes on the water.
You shake your head, “I’m not exactly sure, no.”
She frowns and sighs at you, meeting your eyes for a fleeting second then looking elsewhere. “Really? I thought you would’ve noticed by now…” her words trail off and her eyebrows furrow.
The next few seconds are ones that you simultaneously want to remember for forever and forget. She confesses her feelings for you. Feelings that you obviously reciprocate, and the emotions in you mix and grow, rising up your throat as if you were a volcano of conflicting feelings. As soon as you open your mouth to tell her that yes, you like her too, her face morphs into one that’s horrified instead of hopeful, disgusted instead of smitten and you realize a second after she does that your nose is spouting red, dyeing the water you both were swimming in.
Penny shrieks for a solid second before trying to scramble out of the water as fast as she can. You do the same, swirling the red around the pool as both of you splash trying to exit the now crime scene looking pool. When you get out of the water, she’s holding a towel right in your face, smooshing it so hard you can barely breathe and now your nose is throbbing with slight pain. “What do we do?!” She asks moving about quickly. She’s so confused that she just keeps walking and turning as if she’s remembering and forgetting things at the same time.
You just tilt your head downward and cringe inwardly, this was not the way to get a girl to like you. “It’s fine…I’m fine,” you say voice nasally and muffled. “And I like you too by the way.”
Haley:
confused staring
wtf is happening
Actually speechless
It isn’t every day that you get to talk to a beautiful blonde. It isn’t even every day that you talk to anyone. So when she approaches you on one of your trips off of your farm you couldn’t help but feel like either everything is out to get you or that you’re up on your luck. You don’t really know for sure, it honestly depends on how things go.
“Hey farmer!” She smiles as soon as she stops in front of you, the feeling of your stomach twisting makes you want to vomit in all of your nervousness. “I have a favor to ask you…”
“Yeah?” You ask trying to keep your cool. “What is it?”
“I would totally love love LOVE you forever if you could bring me an amethyst? It’s for Emily’s birthday and I don’t really like Clint so I don’t wanna buy anything from him. I’m willing to pay 150g!”
You cough into your fist, nodding along and taken aback by how casually she’s speaking to you. Before you can accept doing her the favor, the horrified look on your face makes your words falter.
She looks absolutely horrified, and touching your hand to your face you can feel why. Your nose started dripping blood, and by dripping you mean you can now feel it running down to your chin. A flurry of curses leave your mouth as confused noises leave hers. It's not much of a surprise that this has happened, but man did you wish it wasn't in front of her.
Emily:
Surprisingly chill about it
Probably has a weird story about a nosebleed or something
Actually helps
You sit at the bar alone, upset at a horrible farming day. You tried your best, you really did, but those stupid ass crows actually ate ALL of your seedlings. Or…almost all of them but that’s basically the same thing! There is no way you’re gonna make enough to make it through winter comfortably. You told Emily exactly this, appreciative of her listening ear in the middle of her busy shift.
“You know they probably didn’t mean it…or maybe they did,” she sucks in a breath eyebrows furrowing as she thinks, “you know crows are very smart they probably know that you’re using that land to farm and stay there because of all the free food.”
“But it’s not free!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in annoyance, “I have to buy those seeds! They’re just putting me into debt!”
She hums and nods, wiping the bar next to you where a person had just left. You had only a couple months left until the snow started falling and making it virtually impossible to grow anything. The little plants you had left you had to fight the crows for. And by fight I mean you angrily swung a broom at the with the intent of scaring them (not hitting them that’s mean). Still the growing anger inside you was not easily crushed by her warm and quite frankly outlandish words. No, in fact your anger grew the more you thought about it.
You felt it coming before anything had even exited your nose, hurriedly snatching the rag from Emily’s hands. Damn now you would have to buy the bar a new one. She just blinks then nods as if your nose becoming a bloody waterfall was normal.
“You know��nose bleeds cause by stress is usually because your heart rate and blood pressure increase and it causes your blood vessels to dilate!”
You stare at her before laughing. Maybe she was helpful after all.
Abigail:
WOAH
WTF
WHAT DO WE DO?
You stand in front of Pierre in front of the shop, arms crossed as you watch his face grow redder the longer time goes on. “-IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MY DAUGHTER?” You’re not really listening to his tirade, over the whole ‘protective dad’ thing.
“Dad I’m an adult! You have no say in who I date!” Abigail yells back, face equally red. Who would’ve known that he would have a problem with the farmer he rips off constantly dating his daughter?
He yells out more reasons that the two of you shouldn’t be dating, and in turn points a finger into your chest roughly. You sputter out an offended sound, moving away from him. “Don’t touch me!”
“You shouldn’t be touching my daughter!”
“What? Dude we just started dating, you’re weird as hell!”
The arguing only gets worse from there, accusations flying around and now an audience comes with the drama. It’s almost too much for you to handle with now Caroline, Harvey, Haley, and the Milner family standing and watching the chaos. “Abby let’s just go to my place…” you try suddenly feeling the need to escape and no longer feeling the ‘fuck you dude’ attitude.
“No! He needs to understand that he can’t control my life!”
It’s like a volcano in your body and just like a volcano your nose begins to erupt. Now you’re screaming, Abigail is screaming, Pierre is screaming, the Mullners are screaming. Could this get any worse?
Turns out yeah, it can get any worse, like a family fight worse and now all of you are sitting in Harvey’s clinic. At least you aren’t the only bloody one now.
Maru:
Is surprised
Also forgets what to do
Would probably make things worse
Maru talks about robots and space the way you would talk about her: totally and completely enamored. You sit on her bed listening to her talk about her newest invention, some sort of robot that can cook and clean and basically be a free maid. You laugh and move your arm to get in a more comfortable position to watch her. Unfortunately your arm had other plans and smacked hard into her bed post. Groaning out in pain, your eyes close and begin to water from how much your elbow hurt.
Demetrius is in your face before you even realize that he was in the room. You yelp out in surprise as he starts ranting about you ruining his daughter’s future. You blink in surprise and try to retreat back into the mattress. What was happening. You can hear Maru screaming over his words but your ears feel like they’re filled with water.
“We’re just friends!” You find yourself shouting. Like damn is the man insane? It wasn’t the first time he’s gotten upset at you over Maru, but it was the first time that he was absolutely losing his mind.
“Dad stop!”
Time froze for a second as you and Demetrius stared at each other, Maru standing near him. Breathing in you can taste blood in your mouth before your nose starts bleeding, yet you can’t bring yourself to do anything but sit and catch your breath.
“Oh my god!” Both Demetrius and Maru exclaim moving around the room trying to find something to help. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed at him acting concerned now.
Thankfully Maru looked cute trying to help you which at least made things a little better.
Leah:
Is also freaking out on the inside but calm on the outside
Helps you with tissues
Is understanding
Going on a date with Leah is a dream come true. There’s paint, wine, food, and you’re sitting in the prettiest meadow you’ve ever seen, well it’s pretty because Leah is there and she’s pretty and you’ve been here multiple times because it’s near her cottage but it still looks different today.
You sit, paintbrush in hand, laughing at something she’s saying. It’s fun and if she hadn’t have asked you would’ve spent the day farming like usual, this little break was needed. The day couldn’t be ruined, absolutely nothing can ruin it.
Okay, one thing can ruin it and that one thing is Kel coming and ruining everything. The argument that ensues is one of the worst that you’ve seen. Kel tries to walk up on you(translation: Kel wants to fight you), Leah stops them but in turn gets into a fight with them which causes you to actually get up and try to defend her.
You kinda block out until you can hear Kel call out “I made your nose bleed bitch!” Which again causes you to want to drown in your anger.
“My noses is bleeding because I’m stressed, stupid!” You back. It’s obvious Kel hadn’t been able to hit your nose so claiming to be able to hit you so hard your nose bleeds isn’t even possible. It’s almost childish how the two of you argue.
Leah finally gets Kel to leave and hands you a bunch of tissues as she sits you down on the now rumpled blanket. As the two of you catch your breath and calm down, you find yourself smiling at her behind the wad of tissues catching blood flowing from your nose.
At least the situation would be funny in the future.
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let the games begin | charles leclerc redbull!era x horner!reader
what would happen if charles signs a contract with redbull after the disastrous season 2023 was with ferrari? would it be unfair with himself to let go of his dream or would it be a jump of faith that those dreams could became real with the competition? this one is more like a platonic relashionship between charles and isabella (i got this very bad habit that i cannot write with s/n anymore)
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f1 Charles Leclerc made his Ferrari debut in 2018, racing alongside with the 4 times champion of the world, Sebastian Vettel, now, finishing his 5th year with the Scuderia and far from the results that he wanted, he leaves the team. Charles raced 100 races with Ferrari, won 5 times, including his historical winning in Monza, 2019 and 28 poles. Very good luck, Charles.
maxverstappen1 let's hope for no more inchidents, on the race
redbullracing welcome to the team, charlie!
izzyhaho now that's what I'm talking about. hey, charles, hope you like me, because you're about to hear my voice on your ear fot the next 24 races haha
user1 ok hold on mom it's happening, charles is moving to redbull
user2 it was worth nothing to be il predestinado on a failure as a team, welcome home, leclerc
user3 now im anxious to see how ferrari will perform next year
user4 hope the santander sponsor is worthy
user5 IMAGINE CHARLES DRIVING THAT ROCKET IM ON 9TH CLOUD
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charles_leclerc for 5 years this team and this car were my dream, i have won with ferrari and i have lost with them - many times, but i still had faith in the project, unfortunately, my dream was not enough to hold the love and the wishes i had with them. thank you all tifosi out there, for the indescribably suport and love you have showed me for the past years, it was my honour. my heart will always bleed ferrari red, but it is time to breath another air.
izzyhaho "another air" redbull air, competent team air, blue air, oversteering air, im about to faint, hold on
carlossainz55 best of luck, cabron!
landonorris well, i thought i would be the one who's gonna be max's teammate
redbullracing 💙💙
user6 you'll always be our man, Charlie
user7 i dont know if this is a dream or a nightmare
user18 nightmare was what was going on at ferrari
user8 lol it is actually happening
user9 will redbull do the multi 21 all over again or they will be free to fight?
user10 KICKING MY FEET NOW
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scuderiaferrari it is with a sad heart that we said goodbye to charles, it was amazing 5 years. il predestinado will forever be our maranello sun. thank you, charles. good luck on your next chapter.
charles_leclerc thank you so much!
izzyhaho your maranello sun is now our sun haha
user11 isabella is so chronically online that im dying to see her liked tweets tomorrow
user12 christian horner is right now opening his 56 thousands of dollas bootle of wine to drink a good glass of the most expensive wine ever because he got his dream driver line up
izzyhaho he is, in fact
maxverstappen1 he's been drinking a glass of wine per day since charles went for a "casual talk" with him
user13 wait, so this mean that max is not christian golden boy anymore?
maxverstappen1 you wish (im scared)
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redbullracing say hello to our new duo for the 2024 season, welcome home, charles, we are hoping to see you shine in navy blue. see you in march.
charles_leclerc thank you for the reception, i wasn't expecting the cake considering my birthday was a few weeks ago
maxverstappen1 why did you choose this photo, adm?
redbullracing mini boss who choose it
izzyhaho yes, i did, i thought it would be funny
user14 poor christian, if he thought his life was difficult with maxiel, now he have max, charles and his daughter around
izzyhaho oh he knows!
maxverstappen1 charles is still a little shy with the dinamics, but the prank week is on!
user15 im actually very happy with charles moving to redbull
user16 i wish i had good lawyers so i could say everything i want to say
user17 charles got a shitty car for 2 seasons and jumped the boat, never gonna be a world champion
izzyhaho at least he can drive a formula one car, something you could never 😜
user18 isabella was like "don't say shit about my new friend" and went for it
user19 so, we won on the lottery, i mean, charles is on a competitive team, have a nice car, have a nice race engineer and a team principal who looks for his best interests
user20 isabella is a race engineer?
izzyhaho noooo, im a physics student, but I'll work side by side with kai (charles engineer)
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izzyhaho ok, i was thinking about and ill give it a go: ask me questions about f1 and life and ill answer during my waiting time
user21 where are you going, iz?
izzyhaho I'm flying back to the uk, team meeting for the start of the season
user22 what exactly is your job at redbull?
izzyhaho i mean... almost everything? usually i stay with media duties, follow the drivers around, do the posts, stuff like that, but my thing is analyzing data and im the race engineers backup, i spend most part of the fp, qualy and race side by side with hannah
user23 who's your favorite driver?
izzyhaho jenson button, there's no other answer for it, but i really like lewis and seb
user24 where and what exactly is your degree?
izzyhaho im a physics student at the MIT, but im about to graduate early next year
maxverstappen1 what are your pets names?
izzyhaho very funny haha look how im laughing, but my dogs names are ascari, mirabel and mugham, 3 border collies
landonorris what happened in bali during the summer break?
izzyhaho you wish 🤭
user25 where do you live?
izzyhaho in boston, but after i graduate ill move back to europe, probably monaco or spain
user26 why do you spend so much time in brazil?
izzyhaho do i need a reason? lol, i like the country, the people, the culture, the food, the football... but most of it is just like, so i can feel close to senna, I've never saw him race, but my dad did, and i think he was amazing, especially as a person, so i like to feel close to the country and the people and the places who made him who he was, and i have friends there too
user27 fav sport?
izzyhaho tennis and volleyball, i love both and i have some very good friends who play booth
user28 how is like to work with your dad?
izzyhaho hey pops, do you want to answer this one? it is nice, we work along very well, we usually go for the same line of thinking when it comes to races and we have a very good relationship, and if max thinks he is my dad golden kid, he is absolutely right 😔
user29 did you never consider pursuing a driving career?
izzyhaho i did, for a while, i drove for formula 4 and formula 3 but then i realized that what i like is the theoretical part of business, but i hope to drive a f1 car at least once
user30 how is your relationship with charles?
izzyhaho 🤭🤭
user31 which are the drivers you are the closest with?
izzyhaho uhhhh... im very close with max, for obvious reasons, oscar and i are pretty friends as well, charles, zhou, lewis and george, but i got along with all of the grid
user32 what are you fav tswift songs, era and album?
izzyhaho AMAZING QUESTION! fav songs: seven, afterglow, all to well, lover and call it what you want. fav album: rep, obviously abd fav era: i love her red era
user33 expectations for the 2024 season?
izzyhaho win everything that we can possibly win
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redbullracing it's lights out and away we go for the 2024 formula one season. 1-2 for the bulls on bahrein and a great start of the season for charles, congratulations on p2, lets aim for first next one, congratulations to max for winning the opening race of the season. let's goooooooo (mini boss said we need to look more happy)
maxverstappen1 well done, team
charles_leclerc great work, let's go for saudi aiming all 44 points
izzyhaho amazing job, as the usual
scuderiaferrari congratulations, Charles!
user34 can we take a moment to appreciate how well the car married with charles? it was like watching the old times again
user35 verstappen and leclerc fighting for p1 all the race, redbull doing double stacks 2 times, no inchidents... we'll about to testify the most dominant season a team could everrrrr be
user36 the way thar charles left the car and immediately went for the team and the team was there to congratulate him
user37 this duo... let's hope it doesn't turn a britcedes 2.0
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redbullracing: jeddah, melbourne and suzuka front row lockout 🔒 congratulations on charles first pole and first victory for the team, well done! congrats to max for his second win of the season. see you soon shanghai.
maxverstappen1 let's do it again next week, can we?
charles_leclerc hey adm, could i please fire isabella from being my race engineer?
izzyhaho you are saying this now that you won 2 out of 4 races just because i got i little too happy and screamed for 3 laps on your ear?
maxverstappen1 she did it with me too
sebastianvettel i think she just didn't do it with me too because she wasn't at the paddock the first time i won, but the first world championship... i can still hear her
pierregasly lil charlie is all for the team
landonorris charles is like troy bolton
maxverstappen1 that would made me gabriella montez?
danielricciardo no.
izzyhaho max, delete this, daniel is about to storm into the facilities just to cry in front of you
charles_leclerc i don't want this blond as my gabriella montez
danielricciardo hey isabella, he's talking about you
user38 100% of victories for redbull so far... im scared
user39 the way that even though we know rbr is going to win the season is good because charles and max are fighting all the time
user40 we all knew that with a good car charlie would shine
user41 no more nightmares about a understeering car
user42 no one is going to talk how ferrari dnfed 2 races and only stayed on points on jeddah?
besthorneriz karma takes all my friends to the summit
redbullracing isabella, get out of your private account!
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I know your ask box is always open, but despite everything I really don't want to overwhelm you, so if you want to write it, feel free to push it back if you find more inspiration in another fic at that moment. everything you write is so beautiful. it doesn't matter to me what you write in which order. ❤❤❤
so, whenever solomon runs errands in london, sebastian and anne go with him. sebastian keeps meeting a muggle girl who makes his heart beat faster. and as soon as sebastian is old enough, he will run these errands on his own. this way he can spend time with her without his uncle breathing down his neck.
he shouldn't. it's forbidden to get romantically involved with muggles (it's still innocent love at this point, but she means the world to him), but he can't live without her either. he is also willing to reveal his magician identity to her.
and at some point she is swallowed up by the earth and he thinks he would never see her again, but as the 5th year begins he can't believe his eyes when she enters the great hall.
she hadn't just disappeared, she was just placed before the start of the school year with fig, who took her out of her horrible home or orphanage or workhouse.
and after the ceremony she doesn't listen to professor weasley but runs into his arms when she spots him.
ANON
WHY IS THIS ASK SO INCREDIBLE?
Gosh, I don't even feel worthy to write this, BUT I'M SO HONORED YOU ARE LETTING ME.
Thank you!!! 😭
I love this. Such an amazing, heartwarming prompt.
I really, really hope you enjoy it.
Such a bittersweet story, and my HEART hurts.
Sending you so much love.
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The Trouble with Muggle Laws
Diagon Alley was a staple location for every wizarding family. Anything one might need of magical use could be found there - potions, spellcrafts, quidditch supplies...
Unfortunately, Solomon Sallow rarely needed anything from the more wondrous sections of London. Rather, he preferred to complete his shopping in Muggle London.
"Too many damn people." He'd always say of Diagon Alley, which, right as he was, did not deter from the fact that Anne and Sebastian had been sorely disappointed the first time he'd taken them shopping after their parents' passing and they hadn't ventured into the throngs of their own kind.
Muggle London was, for all intents and purposes, dull. The streets were sparsely populated, nothing in the shops moved, and the people looked drab and dreary. Even the clothing they wore seemed muted and bland. It was like the color and life had been sucked dry to breathe into the shopping district they so desperately wanted to visit.
Anne, wanting to please their Uncle after he'd taken them in, kept her mouth shut of any complaints while Solomon dragged the twins from shop to shop, following obediently and helping to carry bags. Sebastian, on the other hand, wanted no part in it and waited outside each of the little establishments, preferring to petulantly kick stones than entertain the idea that he might actually enjoy seeing Muggle wares.
It was on just such an occasion, while Anne and Solomon were inside a little Muggle bakery, that Sebastian sat down impatiently on a stack of flour sacks behind the building, wishing with an immense ache in his chest that he were at home - his real home - with his parents.
His mother baked bread instead of buying it stale from some magic-less shop, and his father would have delighted in taking the family to London rather than treating it like some hellish misery the way Uncle Solomon did. Perhaps the color hadn't drained from the streets - maybe it was that with the deaths of his parents, the color had simply drained from life itself.
Weren't there cases of witches and wizards who failed to manifest their magic due to loss and trauma? What would happen if he couldn't muster the strength to do so himself, and Anne received her Hogwarts letter while Sebastian became a squib who was forced to remain at home with Solomon?
As he mused heavily over this in the dim back alley, he heard a small yelp, and his head snapped up to look for the source of the disturbance.
A young girl, frail and in a dress that could best be described as tatters, tripped on her way out of the back door of the bakery. Sebastian expected her to burst into tears as the tray of rolls she'd been carrying scattered pathetically across the filthy cobblestone. Her knees, he observed, were skinned and bleeding quite nicely from the fall.
He winced sympathetically, watching as she soundlessly got up, legs dripping with blood from both knee caps, and began picking up her spilled breads with a blank expression.
No tears at all - nothing like the big, fat globs that Anne would have pouring down her cheeks at such a fall. No, this girl merely wore an expression as hard as the stone she'd landed on - one he recognized from the days he dared to look in the mirror and see his own reflection, starkly similar to his late father's, staring back at him.
Wordlessly, he got up from his perch without thinking and helped her pick up the bread. She froze when she noticed him and simply stared, like a wild animal ready to flee.
Gaunt, bony, and utterly filthy - up close, he could see how wretched she really looked. Her fingers and forearms were burnt, and she looked like she hadn't eaten in days. Was this a common Muggle thing? Not eating? Did she not realize?
He dropped the roll in his hand onto the tray.
"You should eat one of those, you know." He said plainly.
"The baker would cut off my finger if I dared to pilfer a roll." She replied, voice dull.
Now that he looked at her - really looked - there was still a spark of life behind the wisp of a girl. Her eyes, in particular, were quite striking. Still, the words she spoke so bluntly made him feel ill.
Sebastian gaped at her, appalled. "He would what?"
Rather than grace him with a response, she merely stared at him, hard, as if to say you heard me, boy.
"What'll he do to you for spilling those?" He nodded at the rolls, now covered in dirt.
The girl remained silent.
"Stay here."
Without waiting for a reply, Sebastian hurried into the bakery and made a beeline for his uncle, who was still picking out various pastries from the case with Anne.
They'd only need a handful of things - Solomon could simply duplicate whatever was on hand to ensure there was always more than enough food for the three of them. While they didn't have much, he and his sister had never looked as unfortunate as the creature he'd met in the alley.
He tugged Solomon down and whispered in his ear, explaining quietly about what he'd witnessed.
A typically stoic man, Sebastian saw his uncle's face flicker with an unknown emotion for a moment before he nodded and turned back toward the baker, asking for one of the rolls in the case as well.
They left the shop soon after, and Solomon glanced around to ensure there were no witnesses before he charmed the roll into a dozen and one, handing the overflowing bag to Sebastian.
"Be quick about it." He told his nephew before Sebastian nodded and slipped around back to find the girl, thankfully still waiting where he'd left her with the tray of filthy baked goods.
"Chuck those somewhere for the rats to eat and bring these inside." He told her, setting the bag on the little pile of flour sacks. "There's a spare in there for you to eat if you think you can manage it without getting caught. If the baker sees you, just tell him the man who was here earlier gave it to you as a gift for having such pretty eyes."
Her pretty eyes widened at the sight of all the rolls, and she looked at him, utterly perplexed.
Sebastian turned quickly to trail after Solomon, who'd already begun walking down the street, but he heard a small 'thank you' from behind him.
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Sebastian hadn't spared the girl much thought after that encounter, having still not adjusted fully to life in Feldcroft. Her face would creep into his dreams sometimes, however, and he'd wake up feeling somber, wondering if she was even still alive - if that small gesture had done anything to help.
Had they merely prolonged her suffering? What if the baker didn't buy her excuse and cut off a finger anyway? What if she'd starved to death, and that paltry gift of bread was the last meal she ever had while Sebastian spent his days warm and full in Solomon's cottage?
Those mornings, when he dwelled on the little girl, Sebastian had little appetite.
He'd tried voicing these concerns to his uncle and sister, but it always turned into a lecture over not getting involved with Muggles. Their interference that day wasn't appropriate to begin with.
Sebastian dismissed his uncle's scoldings, bickering with him until Anne pleaded for them both to stop.
Before long, it was time to go to London again when the late summer field began to die out, and the twins had another growth spurt.
The same drab streets greeted Sebastian, and he'd nearly forgotten about the bakery girl until he found himself standing in front of the familiar splintered wooden door again, the smell of yeast and oven-fire wafting from it.
For once, he showed mild interest in the interior of one of the Muggle shops - craning his neck to peek around his uncle, his eyes skimming around to see nothing more than baked goods and the imposing baker man behind the counter, bartering with Solomon.
Maybe she really had just off and died in the months since they'd met like some kind of starving, stray cat.
With a heavy sigh unbefitting a child so young, Sebastian sulked out of the bakery and took his perch on the flour sacks.
Or rather, he tried to, but the space was already occupied.
Before he could even register his own emotions, his face lit up with a bright smile when he caught sight of her - still scraggly and wearing another weathered dress, burns along her fingers, hair tangled... but she was alive.
"It's you!" She greeted him first, wearing a delighted smile of her own that sorely diminished the sorry state of her form. She looked happy.
"Did the baker take your finger?" Sebastian blurted out dumbly, internally kicking himself for the ridiculous question.
There were dozens of other questions he meant to ask - starting by asking this girl if she'd had an appendage sliced off was not the most tactful of them all.
Rather than be offended, she giggled and wiggled all ten of her slender fingers in the air, and Sebastian let out a relieved puff of air. "He found out, but when I told him it was from a customer, he wasn't too angry."
"What's your favorite pastry? I'll have my uncle buy it for you before we leave." He offered, smiling softly at her.
Shaking her head, she replied, "The baker has actually been giving me some leftover bread at the end of the day - thanks to you. Said I worked better after that roll you gave me last time. Thinks I ought to eat a bit more so I'm useful."
So it had helped. That miniscule moment of pity made a difference. She'd enjoyed a full belly before bed now, at least. Or rather, fuller than it likely had been.
"You're still too skinny." Sebastian said, eyeing her with concern.
She simply laughed again and shrugged. "Yeah, I'll bet."
That time, Sebastian lingered a bit longer in the alley with her until Solomon had to tell him twice that it was time to leave.
-
The next time they were meant to go to London was in the thick of winter, and Sebastian neither griped nor tried to get out of the trip. Instead, he was dressed and waiting eagerly by the front door before either of his relatives had even put on their shoes.
Solomon shot him a knowing, stern look but kept silent. Sebastian's motivation for wanting to go to London was little secret, considering how the boy wouldn't shut up about his new Muggle friend. In fact, a day hadn't passed where he'd failed to mention her. More than once, he'd even begged to go back to London early with the excuse he was craving that shop's specific croissant.
Before they left the cottage, Solomon opened his mouth to give them his usual reminder, but Sebastian immediately cut him off and recited the warning himself.
"Don't talk about magic with the Muggles - don't think about magic while we're out, and stay nearby and out of trouble." He said, trying to imitate Solomon's weary, exasperated tone.
Anne giggled, but Solomon simply sighed and nodded.
"Right. Let's go."
As they walked along the snowy streets, Sebastian practically vibrated with excitement the nearer they drew to the little bakery. Every stop along the way was utter torment, and more than once he considered simply going alone if he wasn't certain such disobedience would result in him being sent to stay with the neighbor rather than tag along on the next excursion.
So, patiently as he could, Sebastian waited until at last the little shop was in front of them.
Whether by luck or by design, Solomon had chosen this as their final stop for the day - meaning Sebastian could take a little extra time with his playmate. Anne, despite her protests of wanting to meet the girl herself, was reprimanded to remain behind - it was far too cold outside for a little girl to go stand around in some alleyway.
Indeed, it was, but that didn't mean there were no little girls freezing in snowy alleyways with blue lips and red, cracked fingers because there she was doing just that - his bread girl.
She was carrying a stack of wood to keep the ovens lit, which she promptly dropped into the wet snow the moment she caught sight of Sebastian.
An even warmer greeting than her little smile last time, now she bolted over and tackled him into a hug.
While he'd always known she was underweight, the fact that her full-force assault of affection amounted to little more than what felt like a tuft of pigeon feathers slamming against him, his heart sank slightly.
She really was so frail. Cold as well in the thin, cotton dress she wore despite the harsh temperature. Sebastian felt guilt gnaw at him, warm and snug in his new winter clothes.
Without a word, he slipped his scarf around her before she could withdraw from the hug.
She looked up, perplexed by the sudden warmth enveloping her neck, and reached a little hand up to touch the soft wool with an amazed expression.
"You're letting me wear this? Won't you get cold?" She asked quietly, but he smiled when she subconsciously burrowed her face into the soft fabric.
"Of course. I'm a boy - I don't mind the cold as much. All you've got is that silly dress. I can't expect you to keep company with me while you're shivering." He said casually, but he wanted to give her much more than the simple scarf.
He should have thought of this. From the state of her clothes and bony frame, the fact he didn't once consider the girl wouldn't own something to keep her cozy in the frigid weather should have been obvious. Yet, here she was in some flimsy dress with a boy's scarf around her neck.
Sebastian only hoped his own body heat on the scarf made it a bit more tolerable for her while they chatted and she rubbed her tiny hands together, hopping around in place and laughing together with him while they kept warm.
When Solomon called for him, having spent far longer inside the bakery than normal, the girl quickly unwrapped the scarf from herself and handed it back to him. He stared, perplexed, and made no move to take it back.
"That's yours." He said simply.
Her brows furrowed. "No, I don't own a scarf. This is yours. Thank you for lending it to me while we played."
Heart sinking again with some unknown wave of emotion, which he would later realize was pity, Sebastian shook his head adamantly and wrapped it back around her.
"No, this is yours. As thanks for being my friend and making these trips to London... well, enjoyable." He explained, tying it snugly around her and fluffing it up the way Anne usually did for him.
While he didn't know her well, he did know she still had a fair bit of pride buried deep inside, and telling her that he was giving her the scarf simply because she looked cold wouldn't work. She'd insist on returning it. Telling her that it was in exchange for her companionship, however, seemed a fair enough excuse, and one she accepted gratefully.
-
Their next trip to London was much sooner than intended. When Solomon grilled Sebastian on just where the hell his scarf went as they were leaving the bakery, he'd explained the girl's predicament.
Another lecture about mingling with Muggles too closely was followed by a very long evening spent in Feldcroft where the three of them sorted through Anne's old clothes that she'd grown out of, making a neat pile of dresses, coats, shoes, and everything in between.
The following day, the trio were back at the bakery as their only stop.
The baker seemed annoyed by the intrusion that seemed centered solely on the mangy orphan he borrowed for the more mundane tasks of running his business, but with Solomon's promise of making another purchase that day, and a large one at that, the baker agreed to let the girl leave early for the day.
It was then that Sebastian learned what happened to little Muggle orphans who had no strict uncles or Ministry housing to take them in.
An orphanage.
A place of poverty and suffering the likes of which he was wholly unfamiliar with, and now wished he was still ignorant to as the girl walked, unbothered, up the crumbling steps and through a facility so bleak it could hardly be suitable even for the rats that scurried throughout.
She took them through the maze of a building, not one adult to be seen, until they entered into what could best be described as little more than a broom closet with a nest of moth-eaten blankets on the little cot next to an empty shelf.
Her room, she explained.
A small chest sat next to the bed, and when Solomon opened it to put Anne's old clothes inside, they saw a single other dress and a pair of socks inside.
The lid wouldn't close, as the chest was far too small for such abundance, and so Anne thought to distract her for a brief moment by asking about something down the hall, and Solomon took the chance to charm the little room, making the chest a touch bigger, the blankets whole and far warmer, and the space itself habitable.
Small, barely noticeable changes that she'd feel crazy for mentioning aloud, but ones that might stave off at least a bit of the misery dwelling in the dreadful place.
They'd left shortly after, once she'd calmed her tears from the unexpected and unimaginable kindness she'd received - unlike anything she could have conjured in her wildest dreams, she'd explained.
Sebastian and Anne were subdued when they arrived back to Feldcroft, and neither twin could shake the distinct feeling that they'd left something behind in London.
A bitter argument with Solomon that evening left the cottage quiet save for the sniffles of two young children, devastated by the reality that they could not simply adopt a Muggle child into their distinctly magical home.
The Ministry had explicit laws forbidding such things, and they'd do well to remember that life wasn't fair, even to the most innocent among them. They'd already done far more than was permissible.
To Sebastian, far more than permissible seemed less than the bare minimum. Some bread and a few hand-me-downs? A couple of charms to make that hell just slightly less of a nightmare?
He'd shut up quickly when Solomon threatened to keep him out of London entirely if the issue was pressed any further, though.
-
Seeing her over the next several months, looking cleaner and more well-rested with new clothes and brushed hair, tugged at Sebastian's heart just as heavily as when she wore her threadbare dress in the cold. His sister, already a slight girl, was so much larger than this girl who was the same age, as he saw the outfits fit baggy and loose on her frame each time he visited.
The years continued much the same, with regular visits and brief playdates behind the bakery, sometimes with Anne but more often just the two of them, and a small gift of clothing or food each time they saw her. Always, she greeted them with a bright smile and a sweet embrace, chattering on about silly things and asking about stories from his own home and what it was like living outside of the city.
Then, after Sebastian completed his second year at Hogwarts, he begged to be permitted to go to London alone to run errands. He'd be allowed to visit Hogsmeade unaccompanied that coming year, so why should London be an issue? He could use the town Floo and be there and back easily.
He and Solomon both knew it was because the latter had been breathing down his neck about getting too close to the bakery girl, and Sebastian knew he certainly had gotten far too attached as well, but that didn't stop him from adamantly demanding to be the one to fetch supplies from the city.
Eventually, Solomon realized Sebastian had grown as stubborn as himself, and Anne, unfortunately, rebelled right alongside her brother and offered her support in the matter. It was the first time since their parents died that he was keen to show an interest in anything, and if his interest was in a Muggle girl, then so be it.
Thus, Sebastian strolled into London bright and early on his second day of summer break - starting Hogwarts had been incredible, to say the least, but it came at the cost of seeing her far less over the past two years.
Now, he'd breeze through the rest of the shops he needed to get to before spending as much time at the bakery as he could.
The same routine as when they were so much younger, she dropped whatever she was working on the moment she laid eyes on Sebastian. Now, however, she looked much healthier. Anne's clothes fit her a bit better than they had when he last left her there around Christmas-time.
"I've missed you, Sebastian!" She said brightly after hurtling into his chest like a bludger.
Bludgers and Quidditch - something else he couldn't talk to her about.
Still, his own smile bloomed quite easily as he held her.
"You're looking spritely today. What's got my favorite girl so spirited?" He asked, taking in her vastly improved appearance.
"The baker's given me additional responsibilities now that I'm nearly thirteen - that means extra coin. I've been doing rather well since you last were here." She grinned, proud.
"I can tell. Look at you! Why, I'll bet it would take at least a moderate breeze to blow you over now." He teased, tugging at a strand of her hair while she playfully swatted at him.
"You're horrible!" She laughed, pretending to scowl. "Most girls would be appalled by some of the things you say to me."
Grinning, Sebastian stopped tugging at her hair in favor of pulling on her dress, musing over it. "I don't recognize this as one of Anne's..."
Her own smile grew, and she took a step back to twirl. "I bought it!"
Admiring the way she looked - cute, he thought - Sebastian was silent for a long while as he took the moment to appreciate this resilient, incredible girl. She'd come a long way since they'd met over those spilled rolls in the alley, and here she was now in a new dress that fit her, working diligently and finally earning enough to keep above the brink of starvation.
He wished desperately he could have done more to get her to this point sooner. Cursed the laws of the wizarding world and cursed the Muggles all the same for their callousness.
Still, she was alive and looking well for the first time, and it caused that familiar, affectionate warmth in his chest to spread into something just a bit more fond while she talked his ear off, explaining all the little mundane things of her life in London while he bit his tongue painfully, desperate to tell her about Hogwarts and magic and all the wonders his heart was screaming at him to share with her.
The way her face would surely light up if he could just show her.
Instead, he nodded and laughed along with her stories, sharing the bare minimum of his own life and pretending, as he was taught, that he went to a normal boarding school while his chest clenched guiltily for lying.
-
The winter of Sebastian's third year at Hogwarts had been when, at long last, he recognized that raw feeling he got when he was with her behind the bakery for what it was.
Huddled closely together on a stack of dry pallets behind the shop, Sebastian sat with her delicate hand in his own to keep warm while they spoke quietly.
Of course, they both had gloves to wear, but he'd convinced her it would be even warmer to share body heat instead of keeping those pesky things on. When he felt her fingers grow cold, he'd hold them up to his mouth and blow on them, getting a rise out of her and delighting in the light blush on her cheeks.
It was the same reaction he'd seen Garreth get when he'd flirt with a girl, and Sebastian realized in that moment he enjoyed the dusting of pink on her face that he had caused. He wanted to pull more of these entertaining reactions from her, the way they made his heart race and warmed his own body far more than any coat or scarf could.
In fact, he was quite certain he could melt the snow surrounding them the way her sudden shyness heated him.
That visit had been his longest one yet, shamelessly keeping her from her duties for well over an hour while he fought a great internal struggle over what precisely to do with the fact that he had finally acknowledged that he was in love.
In the summer. He'd tell her in the summer. Laws be damned - there were plenty of wizards and witches who'd married Muggles. He'd have to wait until he was of age to tell her everything, of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't still court her in the meantime.
So, to ignite that spark and get her on the same page, he planted a little seed before he left that day.
He kissed her.
Right on the lips.
It was a chaste, brief peck, but unmistakably intentional.
Then, he left her standing there, stunned silent and red-faced, while he strolled away, whistling nonchalantly.
She'd be fuming once she came to her senses and would certainly chew him out when he visited again in a few months. The thought of her reaction served only to make him even more eager to return to his pretty bakery girl and give her an even better kiss next time.
-
Unfortunately, that summer brought with it nothing more than tragedy, and London and the bakery couldn't be further from Sebastian's mind as he was left reeling from Anne's curse. They hadn't even been back from school a whole day before his dear twin was struck down, and he and their Uncle spent every day traveling to various Healers with Anne in a desperate bid to heal her of whatever it was plaguing her rapidly deteriorating body.
Starting fourth year without Anne felt wrong, and he was consumed with worry and dread. Scouring books and writing several letters home every week, Sebastian was lost in a sea of grief and constant state of terror that the next letter from Feldcroft would tell him of his sister's demise.
His optimism for her recovery drained rapidly when, during his time home during winter, they'd exhausted every single option. The Healers, curse-breakers, and apothecaries had nothing left to offer.
Anne seemed resigned to her fate, and Solomon turned even more bitter than before as he watched her suffering and Sebastian's consequent frustrated lashing out.
Christmas was subdued and miserable that year, with Anne in tears from a particularly bad episode after they'd attempted a disastrous folk cure, while Solomon and Sebastian screamed their throats raw at each other about whether or not it was worth it to even subject her to any more experimental treatments.
Sebastian left home to return early to Hogwarts from his holiday, and only recalled the bakery and the comfort brought to him by the girl there when he sat, sullen, for dinner on the final night of Christmas break and a platter of warm rolls appeared in front of him at the lonely table.
His heart sank, and he felt far too nauseated to even touch them. He'd failed Anne and left her still suffering for so long, his relationship with Solomon was damaged beyond repair, and now the girl he so sorely missed and loved likely thought he'd kissed her and then abandoned her entirely.
With a groan, he buried his face in his hands and tried to block out the shitty reality of everything crashing down around him.
-
Prying himself away from home the first week of summer had been arduous. As important as remaining by Anne's side was, Sebastian knew he needed to go to London. Escaping Solomon was a bonus, of course, as was stepping away from the stifling cottage and Anne's tears and the crushing guilt that he could do nothing to dry them.
The bakery would be a sanctuary from it all, and he'd been antsy for months over how to mend things with the darling girl he'd neglected for over a year.
He didn't even bother with the cover of visiting Muggle London for the sake of errands, instead simply leaving first thing in the morning with the sole intention of heading straight to the bakery.
Or rather, where the bakery used to be.
In its place, there now stood a burnt and ransacked husk of a shop - long-since abandoned and empty of any sign of repair.
In a daze, Sebastian's feet carried him behind the rubble to the alleyway, half-expecting to see her there smiling and perched on the flour sacks waiting for him.
No flour sacks, though. No girl, either.
Changing direction, and with a much quicker pace to match his rapidly thrumming heart, his next stop was the orphanage.
Not there, either, and the little room in which she'd slept was now occupied by a young boy who had absolutely no idea what Sebastian was talking about when he asked her whereabouts.
With little to go on next, he spent the remainder of the day and well into late evening wandering listlessly around London, peeking into various bakeries and shops hoping to catch sight of her or hear her laughter.
It seemed she'd been swallowed up by the earth - not even a trace of her to go on.
Idly, Sebastian wondered if he'd maybe dreamt her up. An imaginary friend, perhaps. If it weren't for the fact that Anne and Solomon both knew her as well, he'd have been able to trick himself into believing that kinder lie.
The reality was that she'd told him several times about the harsh ends orphans like her faced - fates far worse than working themselves to the bone in bakeries. Horrors she, personally, had witnessed and strived to avoid. Stories that sent a chill down his spine while he imagined her facing any number of tragic ends.
The worst of it was that he had no idea what had come to pass, and he never would. It could have happened any time in the year and a half since he'd last seen her, and the truth of her disappearance would always elude him.
That night, and for many days after, he simply remained quiet and stagnant at home on Feldcroft.
Life, and all the good in it, had simply unraveled beyond repair.
An orphan himself, he contended with an uncle who resented him, a twin slowly dying before his eyes, and a love who'd simply vanished.
-
In a continued state of fatigue and restlessness, Sebastian ignored the entire Sorting Ceremony once Fifth year began. The food was bland on his tongue, the color, yet again, had drained and muted from his surroundings, and the excited chatter of his classmates served to do little more than grate his already frayed nerves.
He wanted to cry, but he couldn't even bring himself to do that. It wasn't worth the effort he'd need to exert.
When Ominis nudged him sharply with an elbow, he nearly bit his friend's head off until he realized the Great Hall had gone unnervingly silent.
Looking up, he saw a witch perched on the stool with her face obscured by the Sorting Hat. She had a petite frame, but he could tell even from a distance that she was far too old to be a First Year student. Besides, the Ceremony had ended already.
This was peculiar.
It didn't concern him, and he could hardly bring himself to care much, but he'd still found it interesting enough to distract him from his earlier thoughts of hopelessness.
Then, when the Hat shouted out Gryffindor, Professor Weasley plucked the ragged thing from the girl's head, and Sebastian couldn't breathe.
There she was.
In a Hogwarts uniform.
Healthy and proud and alive.
Without realizing what he was doing, Sebastisn stood from the table, his silverware clattering loudly to the floor.
He saw her head snap toward him, and she looked equally stunned as they simply held each other's gazes.
Professor Weasley was saying something to her, a patient smile on the older woman's gentle face as she directed her toward Gryffindor table.
Sebastian felt panic seize him, and he didn't want her to sit at Gryffindor table - he needed to touch her for himself and hear her voice.
Unthinking, he flinched to take a few steps forward, but it seemed like she was of a like mind as well. The moment he shifted, she wrenched herself away and sprinted down from the platform and across the entire Great Hall before tackling Sebastian in a desperate embrace.
Very much like a bludger still, he thought in the back of his mind, as the force made him stumble backward, laughing as he wasted not even a second before wrapping his arms around her.
"Where have you been?!" She asked in disbelief, burying her face into his chest.
Feeling the way her tears had already begun soaking through his shirt, he stroked her hair gently and leaned down to speak quietly to her.
They were being watched by the entire school, he vaguely realized, but to hell with everyone else. If they wanted a spectacle, they could have it.
"Me? Where have you been? Bakery burnt down, some new boy in your room... I've been beside myself since I came to find you missing." He answered, in shock, still that she really was here.
In Hogwarts, of all places.
Looking up at him with a wide-eyed expression, she smiled despite her tears, which he wiped away with his sleeve.
"It's... it's such a long story, Sebastian. Someone from the Ministry found me - I had a bit of an outburst in the bakery and set the oven on fire with magic, if you can believe it. Found out I was a witch - a late bloomer, they said. They wasted no time sending me to live with a professor from the school. Fig has been tutoring me for months. I'm here now, though, and you are too." She said the last part slowly, piecing things together as she took him in.
He nodded, a silent answer to her question.
"I wanted to tell you for so long... I wanted to bring you home with us, but the damn Ministry laws - " He started but cut himself off. It didn't matter. "I'm so glad you're okay. You've no idea how worried I've been."
Rather than talking more, they could do that later, he felt compelled to act.
Slipping his hands from around her to cradle her face instead, he gently tilted her upwards and captured her lips in the second kiss - the proper one that he'd daydreamed about giving her and thought he'd missed out on forever.
The gasps and whispers and giggles from around them fell on deaf ears, and the only thing that so much as stirred either of them from their kiss was when Professor Weasley physically pried them apart with a disapproving look and firm instructions for them to each sit with their own Houses.
Disregarding the questions of his friends, Sebastian simply kept an eye on her from across the room throughout the remainder of the feast, partly out of an irrational fear that she might disappear again if he lost sight of her.
There was so much to catch up on - so much to tell and ask her about their time apart. Ominis's feelings on the matter be damned, he'd drag her to the Undercroft after dinner let out so they could enjoy all the time in the world chatting in privacy.
No bakers or uncles to interrupt them, no laws hindering the subjects they could discuss, and the stone room was certainly chilly enough that he could surely convince her to hold his hand there - perhaps a bit more, too.
Each time she glanced over her shoulder to catch him still staring at her, she'd blush and smile at him, and Sebastian softened at the sight. Utterly smitten - he knew he'd finally tell her that tonight as well, and he had no doubt in his mind she'd return his feelings in kind.
At least for tonight, he would allow himself this one happiness and put everything else from his mind.
Just for now.
For the first time in a very long time, Sebastian felt optimistic as her reappearance breathed new life into his world.
There wasn't much he could do at the moment, but he was damn sure about one thing - he was never letting go of her again.
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Request: Hello sweet bean! I'm a relatively new fan of yours and have loved everything you've written about Noah thus far. The last one I read had me thinking of a request? I was wondering what Noah would do if he found out his girlfriend was having an overwhelming day and wanted to cheer her up? Like, there was a mountain of small inconveniences that kept piling up and she was shutting down from her own anxiety
An: Thank you for calling me sweet bean. It's literally my new favorite thing to be called. I hope you enjoy! I tried!
Noah Sebastian master List
Warnings: floof anxiety?
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You woke up from a nightmare that doomed your day. Fear and panic gripped your heart. Things went downhill when you found out your alarm had failed, forcing you to hurry to work; your coffee maker had malfunctioned, depriving you of your caffeine boost; and Noah had snatched the last of your favorite breakfast bars last night without letting you know.
You hoped things would improve as you finally got your car to start after several attempts. But you were mistaken.
You got to work and nearly died from a heart attack when you saw the pile of documents and the list of appointments that awaited you. You felt overwhelmed by the work your secretary assigned you as if you were a superhuman lawyer who could handle everything simultaneously.
You wished you could walk away from it all but knew that was not an option. Being a lawyer was already stressful and demanding, and dealing with this extra workload was not making it any easier.
You needed to talk with Amanda, your secretary, and see if some of these could be moved around.
You walk into her office and greet her with a smile; you don't want to be mean or upset her. "Hey," You say, sitting at the chair by her desk. "So I need a favor." You lean over and point to the screen. "Can you please call these two clients and ask if they can come in tomorrow? I have the Taylors coming in at 9 a.m., and the meeting always runs over the scheduled time. If you can start booking them out for at least two hours, that would be amazing."
She nods her head, apologizing, "I'm sorry. I know you've said that before. I'll write it down."
"That's alright, don't worry about it. I just need at least an hour between each meeting so that I can be ready and not rush things, but the Taylors are always here for a long time; they're very thorough and want to know everything that's going on.." You sighed and rubbed your temples. "I'll be in my office if you need me. Please let me know if anything comes up."
You sit at your desk, reviewing papers and bracing yourself for the chaos people will bring you today.
Sometimes, it takes a toll on you, especially when your life is not going smoothly. You glance at the clock and see you have a few minutes before your clients arrive. You decide to text Noah, who always knows how to cheer you up.
Can I come home already? I miss you and could use some aggressive snuggles right now. This day has been shit already.
You smile when he texts you back almost immediately. You know he is an early riser, but you are still impressed by how fast he replies. He must have sensed your urgency.
I'll be here when you get home, baby. You can have all the cuddles you want. I love you. You're a badass; you'll kick the shit out of the day. Ok?
You feel thankful for Noah. He is the best thing that's happened to you. He’s supportive, caring, funny, sexy, and makes you feel loved and appreciated.
On days like this, you wish you could shrink him to a smaller size, put him in your pocket, and carry him around. Whenever you needed him, he would pop out and say words of encouragement and sweet things to you. Your life would be so much easier with a pocket-sized Noah.
You put your phone in the drawer as your office door opens, and Amanda's head pokes through the gap. She is your receptionist and assistant, and she helps you manage your schedule and appointments.
"Your 9 o'clock is here," she says.
You nod your head, "Go ahead and send them in."
You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for another session. You hope Noah's words will give you the strength and patience to get through the day.
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You storm into the house, slamming the door behind you. You are overwhelmed by emotions. Your hair is soaked from the rain, and your mascara runs down your cheeks. You have had the worst day ever, and all you want is Noah's warm embrace and gentle words. "Noah, are you home?" You call out, your voice cracking.
You hear him reply from the living room. "Yeah, I'm here. Did you take a cab home?"
You can't contain your feelings any longer. You let out a loud sob, toss your bags aside, and hide your face in your hands, crying hysterically.
"Oh, babe," Noah says, getting up and hurrying to you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest, where you press your face and cry even harder.
He kisses your hair and strokes your back gently. "Shh, it's ok." He whispers. "I'm here for you."
You shake your head. "I'm over it. Can you just put me out of my misery and put a pillow over my head?"
He chuckles softly, "No, no, no. Come on. I have something for you." He holds your hand and leads you to the dining room, where you see a beautiful bouquet of roses in a vase on the table. He has also ordered Chinese food, your favorite cuisine. You notice your favorite liquor on the counter with other ingredients, indicating that Noah plans to make cocktails for you tonight.
As you gasp, your hands instinctively cover your mouth. Noah's thoughtfulness never ceases to amaze you.
You wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle your face into his chest, feeling his warmth and comfort. "Thank you," you whisper.
Noah kisses the top of your head and rubs your back gently. "Anything for you, princess." He pulls away, and you look up at him, seeing love and kindness in his eyes. "I'm sorry you had such a tough day," he says, kissing your forehead. "Go relax. I'll take care of everything." He pauses briefly, "You're getting a nice back rub tonight, too." He says, holding his hands up and wiggling his fingers.
You smile, walking back to your room and changing into the bathroom, where you wash your face to remove all the smeared makeup.
Sometimes, you wondered how Noah could look at you so lovingly when you look as rough as you did.
After changing, you return to the dining room, where Noah waits patiently. He smiles at you, happy to see you approach. He stands up and scoots out your chair. "Come sit."
You smile at the gesture, excited for the food and fruity mixed drink in front of you. "God, I love you," you say, taking a long sip of your beverage.
Noah laughs, "Me or the drink?"
You lift your eyes to his, "Both, but mostly you."
He chuckles while taking a bite of his food. "So," he says, putting his fork down, "What happened today?"
Your shoulders drop, remembering the annoyance of the day you didn't
want to talk about every little thing, from the coffee pot to your clients not being very understanding and your car breaking down. "Just casual bullshit." You sip your drink, "My car is in the parking lot at work…"
Noah groans, "Again? I thought Folio looked at it?"
"He did, but he's not a miracle worker, and I'm honestly not sure there's any hope for that thing. It's old." You say, forcing a smile. "Let's talk about you."
Noah's eyebrows knit together in frustration as he says, "You always do this." He laughs, but you can hear the edge in his voice. He leans back in his chair and looks at you pleadingly. "I want to hear about your day; in therapy, they say it's good to talk about things. It helps you process and cope with them." He reaches for your hand across the table, his eyes softening.
You shake your head, feeling affection for him. You stand up and gather the empty plates, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, my love, you're not my therapist." You lean down and kiss his cheek, feeling his stubble against your lips. "We can talk about it tomorrow if you want to. But right now I just want you as Noah. Ok?" You giggle as you walk away from him, carrying the dishes to the sink. You drop them in, deciding to deal with them later. You can feel the effects of the alcohol you had with dinner. Your face is warm, and your worries seem distant and trivial. You feel happy and relaxed as you walk back to Noah.
You stand before him, smiling with rosy cheeks and a gentle gaze. "I really do appreciate you." You say sincerely, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He grins and stands up, holding you close. He takes your hand and leads you to the living room, where he sits on the couch and pulls you down to sit before him. He gently lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, handing you the throw blanket to cover your chest with, knowing you'd get cold. He places his hands on your back and starts to massage your tense muscles with gentle pressure. He draws circles on your skin with his fingers, making you sigh in contentment.
You feel a knot of tension in your chest and decide to share what's been bothering you the most today. "The Taylors said I'm a bad lawyer and won't be using me anymore." You say, finally opening up to him. "They accused me of being incompetent and unprofessional just because I refused to lie for them in court."
Noah's hands freeze for a second, and he curses under his breath. "Dicks." He says before resuming his soothing motions. "You don't need them anyway. You did the right thing, babe. You have integrity and ethics, unlike them."
You let out a deep breath, feeling a bit of relief from his words and touch. "I do, though. I've been working with them for so long, and I hate saying this because I'm not just in it for the money, but they were a huge source of my income. They paid me well, and they had a lot of connections in the industry."
Noah wraps his arms around you and pulls at you, signaling he wants you in his lap. "There'll be others, you don't need people who treat you like shit." He says softly in your ear. "You're an amazing lawyer, and you have a great reputation. You'll find better clients who appreciate you and respect you."
You smile weakly and lean your head on his chest. "That's most of my clientele." You say with a laugh. "Most of them are greedy, selfish, and dishonest. That's why I'm always so thankful to come home to you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
Noah kisses the top of your head and whispers, "I love you and I'm always here for you. No matter what."
You smile up at him, feeling his warm breath on your face as you nuzzle close to his neck. He wraps the blanket tighter around your bare chest, making you feel safe and loved. "I know. I feel it, and I'm grateful for it." You whisper, letting him know you appreciate his presence in your life.
He leans his head on yours, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. He kisses your hair softly, making you sigh in contentment. "We'll get everything figured out with your car and your job, and I won't eat your breakfast bars anymore." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.
You laugh against his neck, feeling his pulse quicken under your lips. "You can eat all the breakfast bars you want if my nights end this perfectly." You say, looking into his eyes and seeing the love and happiness reflected there.
He smiles back at you, pulling you closer for a passionate kiss.
You melt into him, forgetting about all your worries and troubles. All that matters is him and this moment.
You feel his hand caress your cheek, then move down to your waist. He lifts you gently, carrying you to the bedroom. You wrap your legs around him, holding him tight.
He whispers in your ear, "I love you so fucking much."
You smile, feeling the same way. You kiss him again, ready to show him how much you love him.
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little-emerald-snake · 2 months
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Submissive - Ominis Gaunt X Sebastian Sallow
🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI
I’ve had LOTS of requests for submissive Ominis. This one I took the liberty of getting creative with a kink I’ve never written before. The ideas were very hot to me so I’m hoping y’all like it as well 😉
Warnings: m/m, dom/sub dynamic, anal fingering, spit as lube, unprotected anal sex, dom Sebastian, sub Ominis, feet play, feet and toe licking
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Ominis appeared through the door to their cottage, a coffee in each hand from their favorite cafe in town. He strode in, sensing his partner on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and a book open in his lap. He carefully set the coffee down on the end table beside him.
Sebastian glanced over as the other coffee was set aside and the blonde’s jacket was shrugged off and hung carefully on the coat rack. His partner kicked off his boots by the door before taking the coffee and moving to sit in the empty space beside Sebastian, snuggling close. “Welcome home love, how was your morning chore of fetching coffee.”
Ominis smiled, nuzzling against him as Sebastian gently shut the book and set it to the side. “It was lovely. The sun is out today so I got to feel the sun on my face as I made the trip. Thank you.”
Sebastian hummed in response, picking up his coffee to take a sip. His face screwed up a bit at the bitterness and his demeanor changed in an instant.. “Ominis, did you ask for sugar in mine?”
Ominis’ eyes widened in shock. “I-I swear I did! Is there no sugar? W-would you like me to add some sugars in the kitchen?”
The blonde made to get up off the couch but Sebastian held him in place with a fist in the back of his sweater, grinning. “Ominis…you’re going to fix my coffee then you’re going to come back and kneel in front of me. Understood?”
Ominis’ jaw stiffened and he nodded, taking the coffee and disappearing into the kitchen. Sebastian smirked, pleased to have a chance to play with his sweet submissive boyfriend while they had a day off together to do so.
Sebastian sat up, setting the book to the side and sliding the coffee table out of the way so Ominis would have room to sit comfortably on the floor in front of him when he returned.
When the blonde returned he set the coffee cup on the end table again before kneeling in front of Sebastian. Sebastian tucked one foot up onto the couch and thrusted the other to Ominis’ chest, pushing lightly but not enough to tip the blonde off balance. “I want you to use the knowledge of erogenous zones that I had you study for your last punishment to play today. Only from the knee down.”
Ominis’ pale face went red with embarrassment as he nodded with a small ‘yes Sir’. He wasted no time, lifting a hand to caress Sebastian’s ankle in his palm.
The blonde started with sliding up Sebastian’s pant leg till it sat just above his knee, exposing the skin he was required to touch and tease for his partner. He started quite high, embarrassed of this task to say the least.
His fingers and tongue traced the dips and curves of his lover's knee cap. His tongue slid tantalizingly slowly down his shin while one long thin finger traced the contour of his calf muscle.
Sebastian hummed softly in appreciation, cock twitching in his trousers when Ominis trailed open mouthed kisses around the band of his ankle, licking softly around his ankle bone.
Ominis returned his hold to Sebastian’s ankle before running his tongue along the inner edge of Sebastian’s foot. Sebastian made a throaty noise above him, most likely taken off guard.
He’d known the brunette had only showered less than an hour ago, so he licked again, this time just barely teasing the sole of his partner's foot with his tongue. Sebastian groaned, leaning back and running his fingers through his chocolate locks. “Fuck.”
Ominis hid a grin, lowering Sebastian’s foot just enough so he could run his tongue between his pinky and and second to last toe. Sebastian’s hips rose slightly off the couch, this was so much hotter than he’d imagined. Ominis had really genuinely studied the zones like he’d asked.
Sebastian held his hand out to stop him, muttering softly while he tried to calm the beating of his heart radiating to his crotch. “Pull your pants down, now. I want to watch you finger your ass while you do this to me.”
Ominis nodded, dropping his pants and underwear, spitting on his fingers and reaching around to finger his ass while returning his tongue to Sebastian’s clearly sensitive toes.
Sebastian’s hips lifted again, cock clearly straining against the fabric of his pants now as his sexy boyfriend worked the erogenous spots on his foot with expertise. Ominis moaned as he stretched his ass and the moan seemingly traveled up Sebastian’s leg and straight to his cock.
He was so hard and so turned that when he yanked his foot away from Ominis and pulled the blonde up into his lap, the friction had him groaning. “I need to fuck you. Ride my cock like my good boy.”
Ominis did exactly that, pulling off his own clothes and Seb’s pants, licking his cock, spitting on it once for good measure and sliding himself down onto it obediently. Ominis moaned, tightening around Sebastian as his partner's girth sinfully stretched him.
Sebastian held Ominis’ waist in his hands, caressing his sensitive sides gently while the blonde eagerly worked his hips in small circles while bouncing. Sebastian’s head tipped back in ecstasy, fingers digging into soft pale skin in an attempt to ground himself while he mumbled praises.
If he wasn’t careful he was going to burst and fill his perfect sub full far too quickly for his liking. “I don’t know what the hell your studies taught you when you studied erogenous zones that day but your tongue is truly more powerful than any magic I’ve seen wielded in the wizarding world.”
A breathless moan fell from Ominis’ lips as his hips eagerly bounced, he was feeling incredible while impaled by his lover. He was in a race to cum before Seb did, for fear of a punishment.
The last time he hadn’t cum before his dom, Sebastian ended up forcing him to edge himself all night, not cumming a second too early or too late. A punishment he’d nearly not survived.
Even now, he felt the telltale signs of Sebastian’s twitching erection buried inside of him and he rode Sebastian faster, begging his body to cum first. He was panting when finally Sebastian reached down to stroke him and his mess exploded from him, erupting over thick fingers and the coarse trail of hair that led to Sebastian’s belly button.
Sebastian wasn’t far behind, exploding inside of him and filling Ominis so full with his thick white release. “Merlin’s balls. You feel absolutely incredible. What lust hex have you placed into my coffee in lue of sugar?”
Ominis chuckled, sliding off of Sebastian with a sticky pop before tossing his leg over the brunette and cuddling him close while the darker haired counterpart casted a cleaning charm.
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stardewrotsession · 7 months
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Note: I definitely stayed a little too close to some of their heart events, but I still think they’re cute.
When the Bachelors/Bachelorettes realize they have a crush on you:
Bachelors:
Sam
- You two definitely were friends for a while until he realized his feelings for you.
- And honestly, he seems like the oblivious type to me, to the point where if someone flirted with him, he’d take it as a compliment and move on.
- With you however, it’s different.
- Any kind of flirt, tease, or joke would put a slight blush on his face.
- At first he didn’t really know why, you were his friend, and just his friend. Right?
- He just felt really comfortable with you, like he could talk about anything and you would just continue the conversation without any hesitation.
- In my opinion, he would start realizing his feelings for you once you started trying some of his hobbies. Like skateboarding.
- “Sam! You did a kick flip!”
- He’d have a huge grin on his face.
- “Yeah! I did!” He turns to you, his excitement taking over. “Do you wanna try?”
- Whether you knew how to skateboard or not, it wouldn’t matter to him. He’d teach you, skate with you, and try to impress you with his killer moves.
- Bonus points if you end up singing or playing an instrument with him. He would literally swoon.
- Whatever you wanted to do with him didn’t necessarily matter though. What really mattered to him was that you wanted to do it with him.
Sebastian
- When you two first met, he honestly didn’t think much of it.
- Like “Oh, a new farmer, cool.” And would shrug it off.
- But once you started visiting him, bringing him food and talking to him, he eventually warmed up to you.
- I think the moment you two really clicked, was when you would talk about your personal lives in front of the mountain lake.
- Although Demetrius wasn’t the worst dad, he definitely wasn’t the best. Constantly showing favoritism towards Maru, ignoring Sebastian, and bashing his work ethic.
- It was too much for Sebastian.
- He went to go out to smoke near the lake and there you were.
- “Hey Seb.”
- “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t realize you were here.”
- His eyes are still a bit red and puffy.
- “Are you okay…?”
- He wouldn’t respond at first, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets.
- “It’s fine. I was just leaving anyways I-“
- He stops when you sit down on the grass and pat the spot next to you.
- “Come sit with me.”
- He ended up venting the entire night, finally opening up about himself to you. Once he realized, he was deathly afraid of your response. What you’d think. What you’d say.
- But when you comforted him, actually listened and sat down with him, a huge weight he didn’t know he had was lifted off of his back.
- It was refreshing to him, to have someone who’d listen and sit in silence with him.
- He wouldn’t mind having you around as much anymore. Hell, after that night, he’d sometimes go out of his way to see you more. To show his thanks and appreciation. And maybe even more.
Harvey
- I think we all know Harvey is very, very shy when it comes to love or romance.
- In fact he’s shy around the town in general.
- When you first come to town, you can see that he clearly separates himself from the community unless he’s either working or exercising. But even when he’s exercising he doesn’t really socialize.
- Once you start helping him open up, going at his comfortable pace of expressing himself and socializing a little more, he’ll realize you’re not like the rest of the townsfolk.
- He’s not the type to go out of his way to talk to everyone, and in response not many people go out of their way to talk to him.
- But when you come by, coffee in hand, he doesn’t freeze up or feel uncomfortable around you.
- He does eventually start freezing up around you when he becomes self conscious and anxious about his own feelings.
- But you bring the best out of him after all. Why should he be afraid of that?
Alex
- I’m a little split on this boy.
- Because George isn’t exactly accepting of gay marriage at first, I think Alex might think similarly at first. It’s just the way he was raised.
- So if you are a girl, he would definitely throw out harmless flirts and pick up lines.
- If you are a boy however, I think he’d just hang out with you and spend time with you without the flirts/sexism.
- Regardless of gender, I think he’d start realizing his feelings later on.
- Opening up about his mom and his dad, talking about sports, thinking more and more about farming.
- Your support towards him becoming pro, you being there for him when others weren’t, and sunshine energy is probably what draws him to you more than anyone else (cough cough Haley).
- After your support, your comfort, just your presence. I’m sure that’s when he starts thinking more about the future, and how you’d play a part in it.
- Also side note, I think he starts reading and exercising his because because of you and I think that’s adorable.
Shane
- Honestly, I think it would have to be during his six heart scene, or at least the aftermath of it.
- What can I say, I’m unoriginal.
- All I can imagine is after Harvey pumps his stomach and he’s awake, he’s staring up at the ceiling, wondering to himself, “Why did they stop me?”
- He would eventually come to the conclusion that you, the farmer, cares about him.
- Like, actually cares about him.
- Ouch.
- But seriously, he would not be able to wrap his head about why you would stick by him, even at his lowest.
- It would take him a couple of weeks to really accept it.
- But after he does, he starts to fully embrace it and begins to change for the better. To finally quit drinking once and for all.
- Everytime he sees you, you’d be able to see his face light up a little.
- “Hey farmer. I just wanted to thank you for everything. I really needed that wake up call.”
Elliot
- As much as he loves romance stories with huge revelations and dramatic gestures, the way he realized he liked you wasn’t exactly huge.
- It was just how much you’d come over to support him, to talk to him and to make sure he wasn’t too lonely on the beach.
- Sure, he’d go to town to visit Leah, or to go to the saloon for a drink or two, but no one really came to him.
- It was such a nice surprise to see someone making their way to him, especially if their farm is across the town.
- Your support was what made him swoon.
- “Elliot! This draft is so good!”
- “The way you wrote this out was so beautiful and detailed, I felt like I was within the book.”
- “You’re an amazing writer Elliot.”
- He’s never had this kind of support back in the city. So to hear someone else, also from the city, talk so positively about him and his book?
- Let’s just say he had a lot more romantic book ideas in mind for the next few weeks.
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snowdropluck204 · 4 months
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If You'll Let Me - Sebastian Sallow x Reader
So this is the first Hogwarts Legacy fic I've done, I hope it's okay... This is what I imagine could have happened after the official ending and the you choose NOT to turn Seb in! Enjoy! Xxx ______________________________
3rd Person pov
The battle was over, and the hero of Hogwarts was suspiciously missing, nobody had seen her, which wasn't uncommon all things considered. But the war was over, what more could she need to do? Granted poaching was still on the rise, Hogsmeade wasn't crime free... Ranrok's loyalists weren't gone, even with Rookwood dead and Harlow in Azkaban, their followers were still causing problems, petty theft at best, kidnap at worst.
(y/n) still had her hands full, but more recently, she'd been disappearing without notice. Ominis was especially confused. He had gotten close to the hero following all of her help with Sebastian, let alone saving the school from being destroyed and defeating Ranrok. They would spend time together, studying for classes and gossiping about the going ons around the school, but recently, she had been galavanting off to some unknown location every Friday evening.
Sebastian still hadn't spoken to (y/n) since he thanked her briefly for not turning him in, he was stubborn, he believed that she could have done more for Anne. All he wanted was for his sister to be the way she was, to join him and Ominis at Hogwarts again... He hadn't really meant to ignore her, but it wasn't entirely unintentional. But now... Now he wanted to speak to her, wanted to apologise properly.
Anne was getting better.
It wasn't something anyone was expecting, the healers and St Mungos couldn't explain what was happening, believing it was simply a miracle, or maybe because Rookwood was dead, as the wizard that cast the curse, perhaps him dying was what reversed it. All Sebastian knew, was that he had been a bad friend, and an even worse person... He didn't want to be that person anymore.
So he decided he would have to find (y/n), there was no way of knowing where she was though, each day he searched he seemed to become more and more blind to the reality of where she was. But he did become much more sighted to the good deeds that she had selfishly performed. Little things. Returning a goblin's mooncalf, finding a child's lost toy, or a fellow student's lost heirloom. (y/n) was constantly placing herself under harm's way, when most people would have turned a blind eye, she didn't, simply because she knew she was capable, sticking up for those who weren't.
Sebastian hadn't understood before, but he did now, he had seen the risk she was putting herself under, the stress it must have caused her, the worry, the loneliness. She hadn't been able to tell many people what she was up to, not without revealing her ancient magic... She had trusted him, and he'd thrown that trust away, without a second glance. Ominis says the feeling he has now is guilt. Of course he felt guilty! What else would he feel for throwing away what he had with such a wonderfully special person!?
Now he was practically kicking himself, questioning every decision he'd made. Granted he knew most of the decisions he'd made recently weren't of the best calibre... But his friendship with (y/n) had been, it was one of the best decisions he had made! But he still couldn't find her.
Sebastian had tracked his way through every nearby poacher den, flooed to the furthest acromantula nest. He had even spent a day in a puffskein den because (y/n) had told him a few months ago how watching them bounce about made her laugh and feel better after a rough day.
Now he was standing in front of the ridiculous tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls ballet. He had heard of the Room of Requirement, had read diary entries of those who had supposedly come across it, and now he was trying to get it to reveal itself to him. It was the last room in the entire bloody castle he hadn't checked, it was the only logical place she could be! So he did what the diary entries had told him to, he paced back and forth in front of the tapestry, thinking. Willing it to appear in front of him.
And it did. A beautifully intricate door was willed into his existence. He looked around, nobody was watching, he opened the door and stepped in.
He knew there was nothing (y/n) couldn't do, but this was a lot. There were tables with magical plants and herbs growing, potions stations brewing a ridiculous amount of Wiggenweld and other duelling potions. (y/n) had always been prepared for any of the fights he needed her for, now he knew why. The room was huge, filled to the brim with interesting decorations and paintings, he could see the magical doorways that led to vivariums filled with beasts that she had saved from poachers.
He was so busy staring around the room in awe, he hadn't noticed a small house elf make his presence known. "Mistress (y/n)!" He cheered, "You're back from Feldcroft rather early, how did it all go?" Deek asked, before quickly shutting his mouth, seeing the freckled brunette instead of the Hero of Hogwarts. "Oh, Deek apologises... nobody ever uses this room except mistress (y/n)." He informed the confused teen.
Sebastian shook his head, "Wait, how long has (y/n) been using this room for?" He asked, curious, but also annoyed that she had hidden this from him.
Deek thought to himself before answering, he was usually under strict rules from Headmaster Black to answer all question put to him, honestly. So he did.
"Mistress (y/n) has been using the room almost since she first started the year at Hogwarts... Professor Weasley believed it would help her catch up on schoolwork..." Deek answered truthfully.
Sebastian's eyes flashed with hurt, he couldn't believe that (y/n) had been hiding this from him, from Ominis and Poppy and Natsai and Amit as well, probably. After everything they had done to help her! That's when another thing Deek had told him popped back into his mind.
"Hang on, did you say that she was at Feldcroft?" Sebastian asked slowly, confused. Why on earth would she be there? That's when he was reminded of his original purpose of entering the Room of Requirement, finding (y/n) so he could apologise for all he had done that year.
He said a quick goodbye to a very perplexed Deek, before making his way to the nearest floo station and travelling to his home village.
He searched everywhere he could think of, the duelling dummies, the farm, the ruins of Isadora Morganach. He was tired of looking, it was already so late, if he tried to get back to Hogwarts now he would be caught breaking curfew, so he decided to visit Anne, and stay the night there.
Anne had eventually made up with him, after he showed up crying at his uncle's funeral. As much as Solomon drove him mad, he was family, the last bit of family the twins had, and he had taken that away, so eventually, he had felt remorse.
Sebastian gave a brief knock on the wooden door before pushing it open, it was still his home after all. He went through, not finding Anne in the main room, so believed she was in her room. He once again knocked on the door, not hearing the gasps of both pain and relief.
Opening the door, he saw Anne laying peacefully in her bed, (y/n) sitting next to her, holding her hand. However, their joint hands were etched with thick veins of darkness.
(y/n) was gritting her teeth, presumably to avoid waking Anne from her very rare bout of peaceful slumber, but it was obvious how much pain she was in, much the opposite of how Sebastian was used to seeing the two. "What the hell is going on!?" He shouted, startling (y/n).
She broke the connection, the dark veins leaving her and Anne's arms. Her normally (e/c) eyes shot open, revealing bright, fluorescent red, which quickly faded. Sebastian's eyes darkened. "What were you doing to my sister!? You said that it was too dangerous to take away emotions, you hypocrite! If you could have helped her all this time, then why didn't you!? You've been lying to us all this time (y/n), why!?" He ranted.
She looked up at him calmly, her anger boiling silently under the surface of her skin. "Do you really think, that if I had wanted to help Anne sooner, I wouldn't have?" (y/n) asked calmly. "What would be my motive, just to get under your skin? I had seen what would happen if I tried to take any pain from your sister, I didn't want her to wind up a lifeless husk. And if I'm such a hypocrite Sallow, why would I even bother trying to save your sister now!?" (y/n)'s voice was rising quickly, a sign of just how angry she was.
"And if I'm such a liar, let's see if you can tell if I'm lying now. I've been spending the last few weeks here, taking your sister's pain and keeping it for myself? I just wanted to see you happy Sebastian! I have been researching endlessly, trying to find a way I could use what I have to help you both! Every waking moment since the battle happened, I have been tirelessly practicing, reading, writing, working. Just for you to shove it back in my face!" She shouted.
Sebastian was shocked, standing there blankly. "I-I'm so-"
"Oh you're sorry!? Really? After ignoring me for weeks, you only want to apologise now that you know I've done exactly what you wanted! I helped you find the scriptorium, I let you use the torture curse on me, I helped you find the crypt, helped with the inferi, saved you from Azkaban! What more can I do to prove to you that I care, that I love you!" She shrieked.
Sebastian was now even more shocked, stuttering and blubbering through his words. He was going to say something, the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he knew that whatever he said wouldn't be enough. Enough of an apology, enough of a reciprocation.
Instead he charged over to her, his heart melting when he saw the fiery glare in her eyes. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips against hers. Once (y/n) had gotten over her own shock, she melted into his arms, wrapping her own around his waist, relaxing into the kiss.
When Sebastian finally pulled away from the comfortable embrace, he sighed softly, "Nothing." He whispered, (y/n) looking at him in confusion until he finished his thought. "There is nothing else you need to do. Nothing I won't be there for now. I've thought you were one of, if not the most incredible person I have ever had such a pleasure to meet. I promised myself, I wouldn't do anything stupid, never push you away- Don't look at me like that, I know what I did!" He chortled.
"But I want to make up for it, if you'll let me?"
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I hope this was okay! Let me know if you want me to write any more Hogwarts Legacy stuff, I would be into writing for any character really! Requests are open! Xxx
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blueraineshadows · 8 months
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i've been scrolling through your page and it's just 😫
anyway, could i request a sebastian sallow smut were reader is absolutely stressed out by studying for N.E.W.T.s (earlier than everyone else and also harder - bc she doesn't want to stay behind) and she's just snapping at everyone and spends most of her time studying on her Room of Requirement. after a particularly aggressive (or rude) answer she gave to sebastian earlier, he decides to release her stress by eating her out, leading to more heated things as he wanted to wear her off >:)
if you take this request thank you <3 and if you don't it's okay!! bye <3
Thank you so much for the request! I am so sorry that it has taken me a while to put an answer together for you. I hope that this is okay 💜🙏
Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 🔥❤️‍🔥 NSFW 🔞
The library was quiet and Sebastian was engrossed in the book he was poring over, head bent, his hand poised over his notes parchment, quill in hand. Beside him sat Ominis, his wand held over his book as it translated the words for him. Sebastian lifted his head distractedly at his friend's sigh, thinking perhaps he was struggling with something, ready to assist.
"Everything alright?" He asked.
Ominis twisted his mouth a little, his brow furrowed. "Have you done something to upset MC?"
Sebastian frowned. "No," he replied. He tilted his head, thinking for a moment and put his quill down. "At least, I don't think I have. Why do you ask?"
"She has been in the most terrible mood lately, snapping and being rather rude if I'm being honest," Ominis grumbled. "She was most unsavoury at breakfast this morning."
Sebastian nodded. "Hmm, yes she has been a bit snippy, and hiding out too. I made the mistake of suggesting it was her time of the month and, well, let's just say I was lucky to escape her wrath with my head still attached."
Ominis snickered. "Oh, Sebastian, you should know better than to say such a thing to a young lady, especially one you have a habit of sharing a bed with."
Sebastian smirked and then nudged Ominis with his elbow. "Shh, she's coming," he whispered. He snatched up his quill as MC crossed the library towards them, offering up a smile to her as she dropped her books onto the table in front of them. Her smile flashed across her lips and then disappeared just as quickly.
"Good afternoon, MC," Ominis said carefully.
"Hello," she said. She sighed and pulled out a chair, sitting down and opening her books. "What are you studying?"
Sebastian shifted in his seat, eyeing MC. Had he said or done something to upset her? He took in the haphazard way she had pinned her hair up today, the shadows under eyes and the paleness in her cheeks. He knew her well enough to understand her troubles with sleep, something he struggled with himself. Maybe she was just tired?
"Arithmancy," he said. He grimaced. "Welcome to the party, it's great fun."
She huffed a short laugh through her nose and leaned over to take a look at what he had written on his parchment. "It doesn't matter how long I stare at the numbers, they still seem to mock me. I feel like I am in a constant battle with my brain to keep up with everyone else. Trolls, poachers, even the odd dark wizard, would be more preferable to take on rather than these awful NEWT exams."
"Are you feeling a tad stressed, MC?" Ominis asked with concern. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Her shoulders slumped and soft smile lifted her lips. "That's very sweet of you, Ominis," she said. "It is all a bit overwhelming, isn't it?"
Sebastian watched their exchange, his eyes drawn to the subtle flick of her tongue over her bottom lip, and he felt a stirring in his pants. She had such a pretty mouth, especially when she smiled. His lips twitched into a playful smirk. "I know a few good stress relieving techniques, if you're interested," he murmured suggestively.
Her eyes widened a fraction as they swung towards him, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. A sharp kick was delivered to his shin as Ominis clicked his tongue in irritation beside him. "For goodness sake," Ominis muttered.
Sebastian's smirked widened until he saw the frown on MC's face. Then it faltered.
"Ominis is right!" She huffed. "Here I am, worried about my exams and my future after Hogwarts, and all you can think about is what is going on inside your pants!"
His lips parted in surprise, eyebrows lifting. "I was only messing..."
"Well don't!" She snapped. She stood and slapped her books shut, gathering them up before giving him a glare. "I apologise, Ominis, but I shall see you later. I've decided to study elsewhere this afternoon."
Sebastian watched her retreating back in surprise and a sinking sensation in his stomach. Maybe he really had done something wrong. Or, maybe she was beginning to think that her future didn't feature him in it? That thought made him feel rather cold.
"Wow, you're right, Ominis," he said. He dropped his quill back down and ran his hand through his hair. "She really isn't happy, is she?"
"I'm sure it's just stress," Ominis said. He tilted his head and put a tentative hand on Sebastian's forearm, his fingers seeking him out across the table. "Perhaps less of the smutty talk, and more chat about how you can help her. I know you care deeply for her, Sebastian. Maybe she needs you to show it."
Sebastian sighed and patted Ominis on the hand. "Let's hope she will be willing to let me."
....*....
Feeling rather wretched and sad despite her long bath, MC wandered the corridors of the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower trying to self soothe her nerves. The delicate strains of the enchanted instruments filtered across the space and she felt a pang of sadness. It was a familiar and comforting sound and she was going to miss it.
To think that her time here at Hogwarts was drawing to a close was making the impending exams even more stressful, and she had always felt like she was one step behind everyone else, she had so much more to prove despite all she had achieved so far. To make matters worse, she was snapping and being so awful to the people that she cared so much about.
She winced at the memory of Sebastian's crestfallen face as she had stormed out of the library this afternoon. She had been rather mean to Ominis this morning as well. She adored her two Slytherin boys, couldn't imagine being without either of them, but her heart was Sebastian's. That boy had duelled his way into her life, stole her heart and sanity, and she had been shutting him out.
Feeling regretful, but so tense still, MC found herself outside the Undercroft entrance. Maybe Sebastian would be down there.
As she arrived at the metal gate, she could see him on the far side, scribbling away on a chalkboard by the light of candles balanced on the storage crates nearby. Her lips lifted in a fond smile at the open book in his other hand. He always had a book open around him somewhere. It was one of the things she loved about him.
Sebastian turned at the sound of the gate opening and he immediately closed the book and put down his chalk. He rubbed his hand against his hip and took a few steps towards her, his smile hesitant, his gaze uncertain.
Tears stung her eyes and she held her arms up towards him. Instantly, he was across the room and scooping her up into a warm embrace, her feet leaving the floor as he squeezed her against his chest. "I'm sorry," he mumbled into her hair.
"No, I'm sorry," she said. She leant back to look at his face, her hands cupping his gorgeous freckled cheeks. "I've been terrible, I know I have. I'm just so scared and nervous about exams and what comes next. I shouldn't take it out on those I love."
His eyebrow quirked. "So, you do still love me, then?"
She bent her head and pressed her nose to his. "Forever."
His beautiful brown eyes burned into hers, so close to her own that she felt the heat from his gaze all the way down to her toes, that were still dangling mid air where he held her.
"Don't worry about what comes after Hogwarts," he said softly. "Whatever it is, we are doing it together, alright? Me and you. I love you, even when you are biting my head off."
She grinned and swiped her thumb over his lower lip. "Maybe I just liking keeping you on your toes," she whispered.
He smirked. "That you do."
She pressed a kiss to those soft lips of his, her eyes fluttering closed at the warm response he gave her, his grip on her tightening as he lowered her feet back to the floor. Her lips parted as her head tilted back and he took full advantage, his tongue swirling slowly into her mouth, the caress of it smooth and delicious.
Kissing him was one of her favourite things, along with the way he held her with his hands, one of them sliding wantonly over her waist and hip as he kissed her thoroughly. He always woke the heat inside of her, a heat that lay dozing and ready for his lips and hands to come along and prod it into life.
When they came up for air she smiled against his mouth, pressing little kisses along his damp lips. "Now then, Sallow," she murmured. "What were those stress relieving techniques you mentioned earlier?"
His smirk was devilish. "Suddenly interested are we?"
She bit her lower lip. "I find myself in need of some release," she taunted.
Sebastian had her spread on the study table, robes and hair splayed out across the many parchments and books scattered across it, her skirt up around her waist and his mouth firmly on hers as his fingers delved through her slick folds.
MC moaned, her back arching as he swirled knowingly over her nub, sliding his fingers against her in ways that had her toes curling and his name whispered from her lips. He tugged her school tie free, tossing it over his shoulder as he opened her blouse, his mouth sucking and licking at her skin. She gripped his hair, her hips rolling as she chased the release that she was confident he would give her.
His hands grabbed at her hips, tugging her towards him, a little yelp leaving her as her hips slid to the table edge. Parchment scattered and she heard the thump of a book hitting the floor, but soon forgot about that as his mouth clamped on to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, sucking forcefully until a glorious red bloom appeared there. His mouth moved higher, his hand gripping underneath her thigh as he spread her open for him.
His eyes blazed with hunger and he licked his lips before he dropped to his knees. MC gasped, pressing herself up into her elbows to look down at the ruffled mop of his brown hair between her thighs. "Sebastian...ooooohhhh!"
Her head fell back as the exclamation left her mouth, the delicious slide of his hot tongue gliding across her most sensitive parts sending fire and delight through her. He savoured her flesh with sinful sounding kisses, his tongue dancing erotically as she arched, her fingers delving into those brown locks and gripping on. As he licked and sucked, the pressure and the tease was sending her upwards in a spinning spiral. Her thighs began to tremble, her moans turning into cries as he worked harder, his fingers sliding into her to add that little bit extra to her pleasure.
It was a conflict of wanting to have him keep making her feel this way, against the complete and utter need to reach her limit. Her hips rocked, and he moaned against her heat, a gasp leaving her lips at the pleasant vibration of it. As the wave crested, MC clenched, her eyes squeezing shut as the tremor took her. Her arm flung out, scattering more of their study materials onto the stone floor of the Undercroft, as a low cry of release left her throat.
Sebastian stood, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before drawing her up into a sitting position, his arms encircling her tightly. His hands smoothed through her hair as he pressed kisses along her neck and whispered his love into her ears while she trembled. MC clung to him, burying her face against his familiar scent, satisfied and loving him all the more for it.
As her breathing slowed, her fingers toyed with his tie, loosening it a little so that she could press kisses to his throat. "How are your stress levels, then, Seb?" She teased.
He chuckled and grabbed her hand, guiding it down to where there was a rather promising bulge in his trousers. She hummed in approval, her gaze playful as she met his eyes and palmed him teasingly. He groaned, his hips rolling. "I could do with a little release myself as it goes," he said. He kissed her, slow, hungry.
MC responded, her fingers tugging at his fastenings and pushing his clothing aside to free his length, sliding her grip over it. Her leg shifted, hooking around him tighter and pulling him close. "I reckon this table is strong enough to take a decent amount of stress relief," she suggested.
His look was dark and dangerous as he slid the palm of his hand from her knee up her thigh, fingers gripping at her hip as he positioned himself against her. "Let's find out," he breathed. He entered her, stretching her out, their breaths mingling as they both moaned at the intrusion.
MC braced her hands on the table top as Sebastian began to thrust, pushing the table to it's absolute limit as he took her forcefully, chasing his own much needed release. His face was flushed, his hair mussed and his lips parted as he fucked, moans spilling from his mouth. MC could feel her own walls tightening around him, the sight and feel of him combining to build that fire within her again. As release hit her again, Sebastian let himself go too, the deep throb signalling the spill deep within her. She reached for him, holding his head against her chest as he gasped for breath, his face damp with sweat.
As they straightened their clothes, their eyes met with intimate glances and knowing smiles. MC grabbed his hand, her heart feeling full, and her shoulders definitely feeling much more relaxed. She lifted his hand to her mouth, pressing kisses along the back of it to his wrist. "I love you," she said.
He wrapped his arms about her waist and pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you too," he said. He smoothed a hand up her back, cupping her neck and massaging gently. "Feeling better?"
She grinned and nodded. "Much better, thank you," she said. "You know, I think I might need a bit more of this stress relief, what with all these exams looming..."
"You only have to say the word, my love, and I will give you all the stress relief you need," he said. His mouth claimed hers in another delicious kiss that had her pondering the possibility of sneaking into his dorm room later that night.
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