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astonmartinii · 1 year
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unsolvedjarin · 7 months
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just you wait sunshine.
pairing: (sebastian vettel x driver! reader)
summary: sebastian’s retirement has led him to reminisce his past life and mistakes, including you. little does he know, the universe is about to give him a second chance via a small bookstore in switzerland.
note: this went on WAYYY longer than i wanted it to be and it didn’t really go the direction i wanted either, but we move
content warning: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, more sebastian centric than reader centric tbh (sorry i just love him so much)
word count: 3.7k
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Retirement had been good to Sebastian.
He’d finally been able to spend time in his farm house, plant some trees, grow a garden, and along with all that, still have time to drive cars whenever an event needed him to. It was like his entire life schedule magically cleared up in front of him.
He missed racing of course, he won’t pretend that he didn’t. After all, he spent 15 years in the sport, it was his pride and joy for quite a long time. But that time of his life is over, he’s accepted that. He wanted to enjoy the other things in life instead, be able to see and experience things that the busy life of being a driver didn’t let him experience.
Sitting on a chair in his porch watching the sun set, he reflects on what he could have done differently. Who he could have treated differently. And when only one name enters his mind, the same one that’s haunted him for the past 5 years, he sighs reluctantly and heads back inside to prepare his dinner.
2012
“What do you wanna do when you grow up?”
The question takes you by surprise as you take another swig of your beer. The moon shone brightly on the porch of whatever airbnb your team had set you up at, and the stars were sparkling like they had never before.
“What kind of question is that, Sebby?” you giggle. “Isn’t this what we’re gonna do for eternity? Racing?”
Sebastian shrugs, looking up at the sky on his foldable chair that you had brought on the trip. “Yeah but after that, you know? I’ve always thought about what my life will be like after retirement.”
“Okay old man, because you’re sooo close to retiring,” you tease. He gives you a playful light shove for that, smiling as he does. The air feels freer and lighter than it ever has before.
“But seriously,” Sebastian chuckled. “Have you ever thought about it?”
You ponder for a second before replying, “No, not really. I mean my career’s just starting, I haven’t really thought about the end. But when I do retire, I think I’d like to be a writer.”
“Like those egotistical types to make a biographical book about themselves?” Sebastian asks, earning a laugh from you. The sound made him feel things that he’d only ever felt before with you.
“God no,” you laugh out. “I don’t wanna be like those old blokes who get obsessed with themselves after they retire. I just wanna write fictional books, maybe under a pen name. Just a simple life; me, my theoretical dog, and my theoretical book.”
Sebastian nods with an understanding look in his eye. He wants that life too. A simple one, away from the public. Even now at his young age, the paparazzis and press were getting annoying quickly.
“I want to live in a house far away from the city,” he says. “Maybe the suburbs— no that’s too near…a farm! I’ll live in a farmhouse.”
You smile at the thought of Sebastian Vettel, two time Formula 1 world champion, just lounging about in a farm tending to his animals and crops.
“Wouldn’t it get boring? Or lonely? Milking your cows alone?”
He answers you with no delay, “Well I’d want you to be with me of course.”
You thanked whatever higher power was listening at that time that he couldn’t see how your blush formed over the darkness of the night. Regaining your sense of self, you reply, “What makes you think I’d want to go with you?”
“Wouldn’t you?” he asks genuinely. “You could write your books inside while I…I don’t know what type of farm I’ll make, exactly. But I’ll be tending to that and you can write your books with your theoretical dog.”
“It’ll be our theoretical dog, then.”
Sebastian replied with a soft smile, “Ours, then.”
He had settled on bees. Having a bee farmhouse. It wasn’t easy work, it was definitely more complicated than milking a cow like you had said, but it made him happy, and it made him content.
Well, as content as he could be.
You had your first kiss that night, Sebastian recalled. He remembers because even though you didn’t think it, he could see the red blush dusted lightly on your cheeks, a sign he made the right choice leaning in and making his move.
Preparing his dinner for one in his cozy yet lonely farm house, he realizes he could have had this all with you. If he had just been more kind and if you had forgiven him, you could have had all of this together. A life that both of you had always wanted.
2018
“Sebastian, I’m not asking you to retire or something, I’m just asking you to take a break, please,” you beg. He remembers your exasperated voice as clear as day.
“I can’t take a break, Y/N, you don't understand. If I don’t get at least podium in this race, that's it, my career is basically over.”
Scoffing, you replied, “Your career isn’t over just like that, you’ve still got another year with Ferrari for christ’s sake.”
“You wouldn’t get it,” he mumbled, opting to turn away from you and put on his racing gear instead.
He’d been distant the whole season, the tension between the two of you increasing and increasing that finally it just snapped this race weekend. He’d been icing you out, acting like you didn’t exist because he was ‘practicing for the races ahead.’
At first you understood, you were a driver too. You recognized the difficulty of always losing race after race, how after a while it took a toll on your mental wellbeing. So you gave him space.
Then, when that didn’t work, you tried reaching out, helping him. It was the worst mistake of your life. Every time you tried to talk to him, to ask him what was wrong so you could help, he kept pushing you further and further away, acting like you were getting in the way of his work, sometimes even getting angry.
That went on for the whole season, until finally today, on qualifying morning, you snapped and demanded he talk to you.
“What the hell do you mean ‘I wouldn’t get it’? I have the exact same job as you,” you accused. You’d been patient for months and his vagueness was starting to get on your nerves.
Whipping his head around angrily to face you he replied, “You don’t have to reach the same standard as I do. I have to constantly prove I’m the best, and you constantly prove to be a midfielder.”
Oh.
Oh.
That was a low blow, even Sebastian knew that. Your relationship had been teetering on the edge for the past year, but this was a make or break moment, and he knew exactly which one of the two it was going to be.
“So it’s like that,” you decided with a tone of finality. Sebastian wanted to ask for your forgiveness right then and there, to apologize, to make up for the last few months of being an asshole, to beg you not to throw away your years together just like that.
But he knew he was in the wrong, and he was too stubborn and egotistical to apologize.
Sensing the silence from him, you nod with teary eyes you tried so desperately to stop from flowing freely. Sebastian wanted nothing more to wipe them away, to hold you in his arms, but he never could do it.
“This is how you want it to end?” You asked him. It was a genuine question. You were giving him one last choice, one last chance to make up for how he’d been treating you the past year.
He stayed silent.
“Enjoy your fucking career, Vettel.”
He won that race. It was his first win of the season, but he felt like he had lost the championship itself as he stood on that podium, eyes looking for you in the crowd like he usually did, finding you absolutely nowhere.
After your argument he tried to talk to you in the paddocks but you constantly avoided him, the act not being hard when he wasn’t allowed inside your team’s hospitality building nor paddock. That fight was the last sensible conversation with each other you ever had.
You retired the year after that. You moved out quietly from your shared home, and he heard you stayed with Jenson for quite a while. He couldn’t blame you, Jenson had always been kind to you— Sebastian had no place to be jealous.
Hearing the beeping of his oven, Sebastian snaps out of his trip down memory lane to grab his dinner. It was a tray of lasagna, one he was sure he would be eating again tomorrow lunch because of the size of it.
He thinks about how he wouldn’t have to place the excess in a container for tomorrow if he just had someone to share it with. If he could share it with you.
Going through his grocery list at 10 in the morning, Sebastian notices a new store out of the corner of his eye. He’s been to this street countless times to do his grocery down the road— they had a brand of milk that no other nearby grocery had— but he had never seen that store before.
It was a bookshop. A small one compared to the large shops that surrounded it, but it stood out enough to be noticed yet cozy enough to feel inviting. It was a cold morning in Switzerland, and the heater inside just invited him further in until he found himself standing at the doorway, taking in the smell of books and the absolutely gorgeous decor.
He will admit, he hasn’t seen a bookshop like this in quite a while. The second he stepped foot inside he felt the love radiate through it, as if he knew the owner personally and how they had a passion for their store.
All Sebastian could think about, however, was how much you would love this. How you would adore running your fingers through the spine of a second hand book, or how you would pick a fresh new one for him to read and he would do the same for you, just like you both did back then.
He won’t pretend that he never looked for your book when you retired. He knew you weren’t joking about publishing one, he just didn’t know what pen name you chose so he never could find it.
“Looking for something specific?” A voice makes him turn his head around to see the woman behind the register looking at him inquisitively. He realizes that he was just standing in an aisle not really reading or picking up a book.
Sebastian shakes his head, “Not really, just browsing. I was thinking about how a friend of mine would have liked to see this store, it’s right up their alley.”
“Why don’t you invite them then?” A different voice speaks.
…It can’t be.
That voice.
That voice.
No, he was hallucinating, dreaming maybe. Yes, this was a dream. That would be the only explanation why from behind him he heard a voice he missed so dreadfully, one he tried imagining talk to him again some nights, one he watched old videos for, one he—
“Sebastian?”
It was you. He would recognize your voice anywhere. He turns around, and the world seems to slow down as if it suddenly focused on just the both of you. The background blurs and everything is hazy and distorted but you were there. Standing in front of him, actually real. Older than he remembers but not in a negative way, just more mature. More peaceful. More you.
Staring at you in the middle of a bookshop in Switzerland after 5 years, Sebastian couldn’t speak. He didn’t know what to say. What would be right? Would there be words he could tell you that would make you ever forgive him?
“I-” “You-”
You both start at the same time, making you laugh at each other. It was the first time he’s seen you smile since 2016. He used to say he would burn cities to see you smile, and he’s glad he knows now that that feeling hasn’t changed.
“You first,” he says. He wants to hear what you’ll say so he can choose his words better.
“I, uh,” you laugh awkwardly. It was still a beautiful sound to Sebastian. “I was actually slightly expecting to see you here.”
Oh. Well he didn’t expect that. You…you were expecting to see him? Like purposely thinking about him? The thought boggled Sebastian.
Noticing his visible silence, you speak up again. “I co-own this bookstore,” you smile. “I knew you lived around the area so I expected I’d bump into you eventually. It’s not the main thing that I do, but my Swiss friend you just talked to behind the counter wanted to make a bookstore but was low on funds so I decided to help a friend out, you know?”
Oh he knows. You were always so kind when it came to your friends. He remembers, he used to be one of them.
“That’s really nice of you,” Sebastian says. He slaps himself internally for the dumb reply he gives. “You uh, you look great.” Way to fucking go Sebastian. What a great conversation saver.
“Not in a weird way, of course. I mean I would never try to make you feel uncomfortable by saying that. Did you feel uncomfortable? Was it weird? It probably was. I mean I haven’t seen you in so long and that’s the first thing I say it’s so stupid and I could have said something of significance but—”
You stop Sebastian before he rambles on any longer. Holding his fidgeting hand, you chuckle at the sight of the nervous German in front of you. “Relax, Seb. I’m not mad. I’ve moved on.”
Oh.
“You have?” He asks, not thinking before he speaks because he knows he hasn’t. How could he move on from the best thing that ever happened to him and the biggest mistake he ever made?
The question takes you aback, pulling your hand away from his. For a second Sebastian thinks he’s messed up all over again, but you simply reply, “I meant from racing. But I know what you think I mean.”
“Can we catch up? I’ve missed you.” Sebastian hears himself say it before he even realizes the implications of his words.
“Oh.” you say with a pause. It makes Sebastian’s heart sink. Maybe you really have moved on, but in a way that you didn’t want him in your life anymore. He gets that. It looks like you’ve built a nice life for yourself outside of racing. Even if he never gets to be in it. He’s proud of you for being able to move on. “How about we sit down for some coffee first? I know a place near here.”
Oh thank god. Sebastian wasn’t ready to be deprived of you again so quickly.
Walking to the cafe, the air was thick with the tension between the two of you. While your accidental meeting in the library had gone well, the spark of the moment had faded and the reality of the situation had settled in. This was someone Sebastian had deeply wronged, someone he still deeply loved, and there were too many words unsaid there about both.
Sitting down at the window seats— he remembers how you loved sitting there so you could watch the people outside— you flag down a waiter to take both your orders.
“I’ll take a macchiato and— Seb do you still take your coffee black?”
Nodding, he looks out the window with a light blush on his cheeks. The fact that you remembered his— albeit simple— order made him happy and he had to catch himself otherwise he would be smiling like a teenage boy again. It was truly the little things.
“So,” he speaks up, straightening up and looking at you.
“So,” you mimic. “I go first or you go first?”
“My life has been pretty televised before I retired, there’s nothing really surprising in it. You go first.”
You spend the next 30 minutes filling him in on your life, how you avoided the media for the past few years, how you live in a cozy home with your dog, how you still exchange presents with some of the older grid during Christmas (Sebastian admits he got jealous here).
But the most important part was when he heard how you finally wrote that book you always talked about.
“Really? You finally published it?” Sebastian asks. He could see how the smile on your face was genuine, unlike the many times he saw you put on a fake one for the press or the media. It made him happy.
“Yeah, I finally found time after I retired to start it. Surprisingly it’s actually much harder and less peaceful than I thought it’d be.”
“At least it’s not a biographical book,” Seb jokes. The throwback makes you giggle, but it also makes you both acknowledge the elephant in the room. There were still so many things left unsaid, you both didn’t know where to start.
“Y/N back when I said those things, you know the ones, I didn’t mean them.”
Giving him a sad smile you reply, “I know, Seb. But it doesn’t take them back. Besides, that silly argument was just the straw that broke the camel's back, we were on the edge of our relationship for so long, you knew that too.”
“I know, but that was my fault it was on the edge too. I kept pushing you away because of Ferrari and how disappointed I was in my career. I didn’t realize at the time how much it was hurting you until I finally lost you. I know it makes no sense to say it this late when all is said and done, but I am sorry.”
Sebastian’s words stunned you to silence. You knew he never meant pushing you away, despite your last fight he was never intentionally that unkind, it was just racing that pushed him to be like that back then. But hearing the words coming from him hit differently, the way he said the two words you’ve been yearning for for years. I’m Sorry.
It couldn’t make you forget, but it could make you forgive.
“I know you are, Sebby,” you say. The old nickname brings a nostalgic smile on his face. “I’ve forgiven you years ago, just after I retired. I figured I should let go of my ghosts and that’s what I did. Though I won’t lie, your ghost did put up quite a fight giving me tears at night,” you joked. Sebastian could sense the hint of sadness in it.
He wishes he could make it all go away, to fix it just like he used to be able to. But he knows it’s not that easy. Not when the years have separated you both. It’ll be hard getting your trust back to let him into your heart even just as a friend, but goddamn if he wasn’t going to try and fix it.
“Will you ever show me the book?”
The question catches you slightly off guard. “I doubt it. It’s not up your alley anway, historical fiction.”
“Anything you write is up my alley. Maybe you can come over sometime and show it to me,” he says, not realizing the underlying meaning to it.
“Careful, Sebastian,” you say. “Forgiving is easy when you’re given time, but forgetting is harder. Let’s take baby steps.”
Baby steps. He could live with that. To Sebastian it doesn’t matter if it takes days or years to get you back in his life, he’ll let you take your time. You deserve it. And if you choose in the end to walk out of his life again, well, then he deserves it.
You hug each other goodbye when you leave, the hug lasting longer than it should have. He knows he promised baby steps, but when you buried your head into the crook of his neck and tightened your grip around him softly, he couldn’t resist pulling you closer to him and holding you there for a few seconds. He misses this, the closeness of it.
He sends you his address if ever you were in the area again, and you notice how the profile picture he has for you on your number was still the one of you when you were both rookies. It made you happy.
Sebastian didn’t expect anything more to happen, he spent that night contemplating what good deed he must’ve done to bring you back into his life again. Whatever it was, he was grateful he had done it.
The next afternoon as he was reheating the Lasagna— that he ultimately forgot yesterday— in the oven for lunch, he heard his doorbell ring. Opening his door he spots a package on the floor, one that was wrapped with a cute bee themed wrapping paper. It made him chuckle. He expected that whoever or whatever was at the door was you, but this was the next best thing.
Sitting down on his porch chair, he opens the package delicately as if it were fragile. He can feel the outline already, it was a book. Moreover, it was your book. Sebastian couldn’t believe it.
There was a note attached that read, ‘Forgot to tell you yesterday. I missed you too.’
The few words were almost enough to bring him to tears, but he continued and opened the book to scan its contents. The typing Published 2020 stands out, making him realize how long he’s missed out on this.
But what truly catches his attention is the dedication. Smack right in the middle, the words to be seen by everyone, read; For my Sunshine, the amount of words left unsaid will never match the amount of love I still have for you in my heart.
He may not be able to fix his mistake just like that, but Sebastian would wait however long it took for you to love him again, as a friend or as another. As long as his sunshine was in his life again.
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princessconsuela120 · 2 months
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✰ ALL MY LOVE ✰
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—✰
Summary: after the amortentia lesson, you avoid Sebastian, afraid of what you smelt in your potion.
Warnings: Cursing, nothing it’s so cute and fluffy
Authors Note: I love Sebastian so much. Be ready for Seb content guys!
—✰
SINCE DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ART CLASS, almost three classes ago now, Sebastian had been following you around like a lost puppy. To every class you had together, he’d watch as you squeezed yourself into a seat next to someone, so he wouldn’t be able to sit beside you. After DADA class, usually you and Sebastian would be inseparable, seeing as you shared the rest of your schedule, but not today. Or yesterday, or all of this week now that Sebastian thought of it. Every since last Wednesday actually, it seemed you just didn’t speak to him the same as you usually did. So now that you were taking your usual midday stroll into the room of requirements to feed your beasts, Sebastian had decided to catch you off guard.
You weren’t even entirely sure how he had managed to sneak into the room of requirements, seeing as it was an exclusive room Professor Weasley had sectioned it off just for your spell practice and vivariums. And now Sebastian had you cornered in the room, causing you to grow angrily.
“Sebastian please…” you whispered, pushing him away to no avail. He was set in place like a statue, unmoveable.
“Then why have you been ignoring me!” He shouted angrily, making you sigh, shaking your head as you looked to the ground.
“I haven’t been ignoring you!” You replied shortly, finally meeting Sebastian’s eyes to see the hint of fear on his expression.
“Oh, I’m sorry, is there a new word for not speaking to someone and avoiding them for weeks!?” He replied sarcastically, making you roll your eyes.
“You know you’re starting to get really annoying.” You said, pushing him back as you begin walking out the room.
“I’m getting annoying?” He took a step back, shaking his head with shock. “I’m getting annoying?! Why the bloody hell have you been avoiding me y/n!?” He shouted, making you clench your fists as you whip you’re hair around to look at him.
“You wanna know why I’m avoiding you Sebastian, fine.” You shook you head, holding your hands out before letting them fall angrily at your sides. “I smelt you in my amortentia potion. Yeah. I smelt, honey dukes chocolate, peaches, and wet pavement.” You explained, sighing as you continued, now avoiding Sebastians eyes. “And you know what else I smelt? I smelt, old books, and the dust from old rocks, and slight smoke, the kind that wafts off clothes.” You explained.
Now that one took you a second to realize it was Sebastian. Until you realized, the dust was the undercroft, and the books and fire was Sebastian. He was always finding new books in the library, books that usually smelt of old parchment. And the fire, from confringo, the spell Sebastian had taught you last year. The one spell that you see him use on every mission you’ve ever gone on together.
“And I smelt teakwood, and Bergamot.” You said, now meeting his eyes, you heart breaking at the thought that now your friendship was fractured. “Smells I know you smell like, because i only know what those are because Anne had explained to me when she forced you to start wearing cologne.” You said, pointing a finger hard on Sebastian’s chest. It was quiet for a moment, as the two of you looked at each other. Sharing empty soft glances of worry, until you finally had enough
“Well, say something!” You shouted, making Sebastian stutter in response.
“I-I um.”
“You forced me to say it, didn’t you? Isn’t it what you wanted me to say?” You yelled, shaking your head with an eye roll. You met his expression again to see him smirking evilly, making you scoff. “Why are you smirking? Stop that.” You said, pointing at him.
“Stop what?” He asked, his smirk growing wider.
“Stop smirking.”
“So you smelt me huh?”
“You’re such a dog Sebastian.” You said with an eye roll, pushing him.
“Last I checked I was a man. A rather handsome one at that.” He teased, looking down his body as you rolled your eyes again.
“Oh please, I’ve fought prettier trolls.” You teased, as Sebastian stepped closer to you.
“They must have been very good looking trolls then.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.
“Look, Sebastian, I don’t want this to be awkward between us now. You’re my best friend, there’s no reason why things should be weird…” you explained, pinching your forehead with worry.
“Do you know what I smelt in my amortentia?” He whispered, making you shake your head.
“I don’t know, gasoline probably.”
His nose scrunched up with disgust.
“Ew, gasoline?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
“I don’t know Sebastian, every man in that class smelt gasoline.”
“Well I didn’t. I smelt quill ink, and butter beer. And the smell of old dusty rocks.” He explained, making you sigh as you stared at the ground.
“Cause of the undercroft I’m sure.”
“And you know what else?” He asked, interrupting you before you could continue.
“You don’t have to do this Sebastian..” you whispered. You felt Sebastian lift your chin gently, causing you to look up at him.
“Fire. I smelt fire. The kind of fire that you smell the second you light a candle opera.”
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” You asked, your heart beating faster every moment his hand held your chin.
“You really don’t understand?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he smiled softly.
“You smelt fire, what’s there to understand?”
“Do you not remember, when I had taught you spells in the undercroft? Freshly lit candle operas, and old rocks.” He explained, smiling happily as he remembered.
“That doesn’t mean anything..” you said, but Sebastian shook his head, holding your hands.
“Right, it doesn’t. Until I realized that I also smelt vanilla, and lilacs. And a hint of strawberry mango.”
He smiled wider, chuckling to himself.
“Now, I know that smell couldn’t be anyone else. Because I also know that you are the only girl in all of Hogwarts who buys strawberry mango chapstick.”
“How do you…”
“I know that, because everytime I’m looking at your lips thinking about kissing you, you put that exact chapstick on.”
The room felt heavy, you smiled at him in response. Your cheeks were now a dark red hue, and you couldn’t help but let out a small huff of air as you felt your chest start closing in.
“And the smell drives me mad, y/n.” He said, getting closer. He grabbed your cheeks.
“Sebastian…” you mumbled, holding his wrists with your hands as he looked at you adoringly.
“I’ve loved you, since you walked into defense against the dark arts two years ago, and wiped the floor with my arse in front of everyone. The only reason I even realized you had been avoiding me, is because I spent every second of every day anticipating your presence. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this strongly about anyone before, at all. Never in a million years would I have dreamt that you would smell even a hint of me in your potion.” He explained, causing you to smile as your heart melted.
“Who said I smelt you?” You asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow at him as he laughed.
“Only the most beautiful girl in the world.”
You blushed even deeper, before he pulled you into a kiss, his hands holding both your cheeks to pull you in.
“Hand them over Gaunt.” You heard Anne mumble from behind you both, as Ominis grunted.
“Blasted.” He said, though it came out muffled since you could barely hear them from where they stood. You also had been too enamored in Sebastian’s kiss.
“You may know your friends, but I know my brother. He wouldn’t let love get away from him.”
“He let it get away for two years.” Ominous teased, the sound of clanging money being heard as Sebastian pulled away.
“Would you two please be quiet? I’m trying to make out here.” He teased, pulling you back in with a smirk.
“We have to deal with that now?” Ominis said, scoffing loudly as Anne chuckled.
“It’s better than the two of them mindlessly pining for each other.”
“Is it?” Ominis asked, causing you to pull away, leaning your forehead against Sebastian’s as you both erupted into giggles. All your love, he owned all your love, and your life. You owed this boy your whole years at Hogwarts. You couldn’t be happier that finally you could call him yours.
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Kiss It Better - Sebastian Vettel
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"Baby, is there any way you can keep the bees down the other end of the yard? I don't mind them, but I don't want to get stung," you said as you propped your feet up on the outdoor coffee table under the veranda.
You knew Seb loved his bees, and you loved them too, but you didn't want them buzzing around you all the time. "Once the flowers grow up there, they won't come down here," he explained, stepping out of the glass doors and handing you the water you had asked for. 
"And they won't sting you, I promise," he said, taking a seat next to you. You watched as the bees buzzed around, landing on the flowers in the planters that you had all around the garden. You and Seb had bought the house a little over a year ago now, and it was certainly your forever home. 
"So, I was thinking we could put the swings over there?" He said, pointing at a section of the garden that had the trees shadowing it over.  "You're already thinking about swings?" you smiled as he ran a hand through his blonde hair. 
"Yeah, we've only got a month to go, we need to think about these things," he said as if it were the most obvious answer ever. Seb ran a hand over your heavily swollen stomach, still never getting used to the feel of it. "Even so, they won't be able to go on the swings until they're older," 
"I'm still putting the swings over there, and I will use them until they are old enough," he laughed. Seb was pretty much still a big kid himself. Well, a big kid who loved to race really fast cars, take care of the environment and the people he loved.
"You stay here, I need to water the plants," Seb smiled, pushing himself off of the seat and heading to the hose. Of course, all of the water he used to water the plants was rainwater collected in a drum by the side of the house, but it was covered in plants so it wasn't sore on the eyes. 
"OK," you said. Watching Seb watering the plants was just like seeing him in his element. Sure, racing was also his thing, but tending to the gardens and all of that kind of stuff was what he did now. 
He leant over the bushes to get all of the plants, but you heard a sharp intake of breath that sounded like a hiss. He dropped the hose and ran to turn it off. "Hey, you alright?" You asked concerned, sitting upright. "Yeah, yeah. I just caught my finger on one of the rose bushes," he said, holding his finger.
You could tell he was trying to hide it from you, but the blood dripping down his hand couldn't be concealed. You looked at it wide-eyed, and he noticed. "Honey, don't worry-" he started, but you were already in full parent mode. 
"You sit down, I'll go and get some stuff to clean it up and a plaster," you said, standing and waddling through to the kitchen. You heard footsteps behind you, following you through to the kitchen. You were ignoring the ache in your back and hips as you walked, simply worried about Seb.
He stood behind you, holding his finger. "It's really not a big deal, you go and sit down," he tried to tell you, but you weren't having any of it. You pulled his other hand away to reveal the nasty gash down his middle finger. "Does it hurt?" you asked, ripping a paper towel off the roll and holding it to the wound. 
"A bit, but not as much as I know your back hurts," he said, giving you the puppy dog eyes that made you melt. "Honestly, honey, I can take care of this. You need to sit down," he said, blocking your path to the cupboard that had the medical supplies in it.
"I don't do anything anymore, Seb, and I appreciate that, I really do. But, please just let me do this for you," you said, gently pushing him out of the way so you could get the stuff you wanted. "Fine, but promise me you'll take it easy for the rest of the day, OK?"
"I always take it easy, Seb," you chucked, causing him to chuckle along. You found the cupboard and bent over to retrieve the first aid kit from the bottom shelf, but you couldn't really reach. Your bump was in the way and heavily restricted your movements. 
 "You need some help over there, or are you good?" Seb teased, leaning against the counter next to you. "I've got it," you said through gritted teeth, focusing fully on reaching the bottom shelf. Seb watched for a moment, then deciding that he had had his fun and needed to help you. 
"OK, come on, let me help you," he said, moving so he was behind you and gently pulled you up with his hands on your waist. "Sometimes you have to let me help you," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against the skin.
Playfully, he peppered a few kisses down your neck, his hands gently tracing over your stomach. "Hey, I don't want you getting blood on me," you laughed, wriggling away from him. 
"Sorry, sorry, I just can't help myself," he smiled, getting the first aid kit back out and handing it to you. "OK, this is going to hurt," you said, ripping open the package of a disinfectant wipe. "Nothing I can't handle," he said.
You took his finger and wiped it clean, and the blood definitely made it look worse. Seb winced slightly, "Yeah, that does kind of hurt," he said, his cut stinging. 
"Sorry," you said, making sure the wound was fully clean before unwrapping a plaster and sticking it onto his finger. "Better?" you asked, looking at your handiwork. You had done a pretty good job, if you did say so yourself. 
"I don't know, I think you've missed something out," he smirked, giving you the puppy eyes again. You just couldn't resist those big blues. You lifted his finger to your lips and pressed a soft kiss onto the area, and you saw as a huge smile spread across his face.
"Much better," he smiled, "Now come on, let's get you sat down," he said, looping an arm around your waist and walking you back outside. Helping you back down onto the seat, you propped your feet up.
"Does your back feel any better sat down?" he asked, standing in front of you with his arms crossed. It showed off every muscle in his arms perfectly, and you tried to ignore how crazy your hormones were going right now.
"I never said it hurt?" you said.
"A good husband knows these things, you know?" 
"I guess a good husband does know these things, because you are spot on," you smiled, thinking about how lucky you were to have him. "Aw so I'm a good husband? I am flattered," he teased.
"Lay off it," you laughed as he came to sit next to you. 
"Do you want a massage?" He asked, trailing his fingers lazily up your arm. 
"That is all I want right about now," you said, your back already feeling soothed at just the thought of it. "What about me?" he whined like a child wanting his mother's attention. "Sebastian, wanting you is a given. Now, get massaging," you playfully commanded, turning your back to him. 
"Yes ma'am," he giggled, gliding his hands over the span of your back. He worked his fingers into the overworked muscles in your shoulders and back. Carrying the extra weight of a nearly full-term child was difficult work, and it was showing. 
When he hit a particularly sore spot, you couldn't help but let out a small groan of happiness. "That good, huh?" he teased, and you could hear the cheeky smirk that was on his face by how he spoke. "Yeah, it really is,"
"I can show you something else that's that good," he said, as he tugged you closer to him. Slowly he planted some more kisses down your neck and across your shoulder. "Hey, not now," you chuckled. "But you're already pregnant, I don't see the problem," he smirked against your skin.
"Seb, go finish watering your plants or something," you laughed, pushing him away.
"Fine, but only because you told me to," he smiled, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. Swiftly, he knelt down and pressed a tender kiss to your stomach. "Don't you move, and I mean it," he said, going to turn the hose on again.
"I won't," you said, thinking you probably wouldn't be able to move, even if you wanted to. You looked out onto the garden of your perfect home, where your perfect husband was tending to the plants and his bees.
And to top it off, you had your perfect child on the way, and your life was shaping up to be the best one you could ask for. 
A/N - If anyone has made a request, I promise I am working on it! It's just taking a bit of time. If anyone else has any, feel free to submit 💖
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mark finally coming back after the last race of the season just very fluffy
A/N: This is when Mark was still racing for Red Bull
You couldn't wait for him to come, honestly you missed having his snores and hairy body next to yours when you slept. You've gotten so used to him sleeping next to you that now that he wasn't you weren't able to get proper sleep.
The warm bodies next to you are your three dogs that roam free on the ranch, but they knew when Mark was gone that you allowed them to sleep next to you. He didn't like it when you let the dogs inside as he wanted them to protect the property. But you still left one dog, who didn't like anyone but Mark.
He was your 6-year-old great pyrenees, named Prost. You have no idea why Mark picked that name, but you just rolled with it. You could see the outline of Prost's body standing in front of your porch door. He might not like you, but he took it serious when Mark tells him to protect you and the others.
Mark was probably on a plane right now, flying back from Abu Dhabi and couldn't wait for him to get home. You just wanted him home, to spend your times outside enjoying the sun and helping around the ranch. Have the other visit and just be away from the world for a few months without the weight of being a Red Bull driver on his shoulders.
Sighing, you're unable to sleep and stand up the dogs also popping their heads up but refuse to leave the warm bed. Walking through the house you notice that Prost was following you, you smile and open the front door and step out onto your front porch. You have no idea what time it was, as you step out onto the porch and sit down on your porch swing.
You notice Prost come up to you but circles around before dropping his heavy body onto the floor lying right at your feet. You smile, knowing if he wanted your attention, he would ask for it. It was never silent in the outback as you just enjoyed the sounds of the nature. Closing your eyes, you take deep breaths until you hear the small sound of an engine and dirt crunching underneath it's weight.
You notice a jacked-up Jeep driving down the driveway. Prost jumps up and starts to growl, but you don't worry knowing exactly who the Jeep belonged too. There was only one person who drove that Jeep, you smile as the headlights hit you but quickly are turned off and soon the engine follows.
Prost starts to growl louder, even letting out a sharp bark that has you jumping. 'Easy boy," Mark's voice rings out which has Prost just turn into a low rumble and lay back down in front of you. Mark comes into view, the porch light soft on his tired face. "Hi," You whisper as Mark drops his bag and bends down, squishing Prost's face and then kissing the top of his head.
"Hey, Roo." Mark stands and moves sitting down on the rocking chair with you. "You had a great race," You whisper, running your hand over his stubbled cheek. "Sebastian won," He whispers, resting his head on your shoulder, wrapping an arm tight around you. "Yeah, he did, but who cares, racing isn't everything," You whisper.
Mark chuckles and sighs, the outback night filling the silence. "You're everything," Mark whispers after a while which makes you smile. "You're everything too,"
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paint the town red - part ten
THE GREAT ADMIN WAR
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HUNGARY 2024
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charles leclerc i'm sorry seb! you can't be mad at me.
sebastian vettel charles, you told the internet i had a crush on mark
charles leclerc but you did?
carlos sainz and you told them about his almost make-out with max.
ollie bearman we all saw that coming. i was around for mexico last year.
tony stark are you sleeping with the enemy leclerc?
charles leclerc no.
harley keener oh boy wait until this guy finds out who he is sleeping with
charles leclerc shut your fucking mouth keener!
tony stark i promised pepper i would stop being annoying
arthur leclerc WAIT- IS HE- OH MY GOD!
tony stark WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GET FROM THAT?
ollie bearman OH MY GOD! HOW IS HE THE GENIUS?
bianca stark-potts oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.
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me & bae
for context, this is what he sent me at 7:30 in the morning.
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carol danvers added one person
wanda maximoff so he's bae now?
bianca stark-potts no? yelena belova she loooves him
kamala khan oh my god this is the best day of my life.
yelena belova that is a child.
carol danvers kamala is not a child.
queen shuri how old is she?
kamala khan i'm 16!
riri williams by the way, who's bianca seeing?
queen shuri charles
riri williams HER DRIVER?
natasha romanoff now that i think about he is exactly her type.
pepper potts goofy? michelle jones will most likely blush when she calls him a pet name? wanda maximoff flirts with his childhood rival? queen shuri green eyes? natasha romanoff exactly.
bianca stark-potts when have i ever dated someone like him?
yelena belova SO YOU ARE DATING?!
bianca stark-potts NO STOP IT!
kamala khan but she likes him!
bianca stark-potts WHO LET THE CHILD IN HERE?
carol danvers i have never been this interested in someone's love life before.
kamala khan that's because you were in space for the longest time and are now dating an asgardian. carol danvers KAMALA! kamala khan i'm getting the feeling that no one knew that.
natasha romanoff WHAT? WHO?
bianca stark-potts 10 bucks it's valkyrie
carlos danvers 10 bucks bianca's dating charles but won't admit it because she's afraid that natasha and wanda will do what they did last time.
wanda maximoff it was something perfectly normal to do.
bianca stark-potts YOU BROKE INTO HIS HOUSE! natasha romanoff and he ended up cheating on you so really, no regrets.
michelle jones does charles know that harry was the one who gave you the dog? the same dog who loves charles very much and that charles adores?
kate bishop OSBORN?
bianca stark-potts not my brightest moment
kate bishop EVERYONE KNOWS OSBORN IS THE BIGGEST DICKHEAD AROUND!!
bianca stark-potts HE WASN'T A DICKHEAD WHEN WE FIRST STARTED DATING!!
kate bishop HE'S ALWAYS BEEN A DICKHEAD! HE JUST TRICKED YOU!
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peter parker heeyy, guess what i just found out talking to red bull's media admin.
isaiah atkins peter if this another genius idea to wage war against the other teams i will tie you against our hospitality.
peter parker that is aggressive. but no bianca's going to hate this.
harley keener oh this is gonna be good.
peter parker guess who red bull invited to the next gp.
tony stark oh no. bianca stark-potts i knew this was going to bite me in the ass when carol brought him up.
charles leclerc what are we talking about?
harley keener oh boy, i can't wait to see how this one will go down.
bianca stark-potts HARLEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!
tony stark seriously hungary of all places? why not miami or monaco? hell texas or vegas would be a better place.
tony stark can't believe the dickhead said yes.
sebastian vettel what the hell is he upset about now?
peter parker oh it's great, bianca's ex boyfriend is attending the hungarian grand prix with red bull. peter parker the same one who gave her the dog we all know and love
bianca stark-potts PETER!!
ollie bearman i thought you said a friend gave you that?
harley keener oh it gets better. he asked her out with the dog as a gift.
charles leclerc oh.
charles leclerc would you look at that i suddenly have something to do with my brother.
arthur leclerc we do? charles leclerc yes we do
tony stark what's wrong with him?
sebastian vettel how do you not get it?
peter parker i'm also confused.
ollie bearman you're both hopeless.
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ex-boyfriend huh?
harry and i dated but i never brought him up because he cheated on me. it's just- it's not important
he gave you a dog when he asked you to be his girlfriend.
i asked you out using a lightning mcqueen meme that you posted on your story.
and it was very adorable charles. i wouldn't change it for the world.
i'm not asking for you to do extravagant things like harry did. usually when he did them it meant he was cheating on me again.
a dog is not extravagant.
and what do you mean again?
it happened like four or five times each time with the same girl. the only reason i found out was because nat and wanda broke into his apartment.
they won’t do that to me right?
they might?
my apartment is a mess! they can’t break in with it like that!
glad to know those are your priorities.
are you kidding me, it’s black widow and the scarlet witch, they can’t see my messy apartment!
charles, it'll be fine. i doubt they'll break into your apartment.
but if they do?
they won't.
what if they do?
i'll talk to them.
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bianca stark-potts
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kamala khan that's so adorable.
michelle jones and they call this man a terror?
yelena belova he was a terror. i've seen the videos
natasha romanoff now i want to break into his apartment to see how messy it is.
wanda maximoff this is all the confirmation i needed to know that they are dating.
maria hill she warned him about you two breaking into his apartment. they're dating.
queen shuri i can't wait to see tony lose his shit over this.
riri williams i can should've seen this coming. he's exactly her type. america chavez you've been around less than me HOW DO YOU KNOW HER TYPE? riri williams i read the groupchat america!
hope van dyne i was in a meeting what did i miss?
hope van dyne OH MY GOD!! SCOTT OWES ME SO MUCH MONEY!!
bianca stark-potts YOU BET ON ME?
hope van dyne we bet that you would end up with a driver and we were right! scott thought it would be logan or lando. my money was on verstappen or charles.
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alex albon all those in favor of max releasing the mad dutchman on this osborn guy
max verstappen why would i do that?
lando norris isn't it obvious? because she's dating the platonic love of your life
pierre gasly he's the platonic love of my life! yuki tsunoda do i mean nothing to you? pierre gasly yuki, no, it's not what it looks like!
george russell max just do as we ask! take him out!
oscar piastri as a date or murder? lando norris either works.
lando norris notice how he didn't argue that charles is the platonic love of his life.
max verstappen charles is not the platonic love of my life. it's daniel.
daniel ricciardo i'll take him out. i'll do it for vegas 2019!
charles leclerc NO! NO ONE TAKE HIM OUT!
charles leclerc WHAT'S THE FASTEST WAY TO CLEAN A MESSY APARTMENT?
pierre gasly WE'RE IN HUNGARY YOU IDIOT!
charles leclerc I AM IN DANGER OF IT GETTING BROKEN IN BY BLACK WIDOW AND THE SCARLET WITCH!! SOS!!
george russell WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?
carlos sainz according to harley it's ritual to do with all of bianca's boyfriends.
max verstappen wait what does that have to do with harry?
charles leclerc oh so he's harry now? max verstappen christian said i have to be nice to him. something about him being some good investor but i couldn't care less charles leclerc take him out. max verstappen and why should i do that charles? charles leclerc ARE YOU KIDDING ME VERSTAPPEN!! HE- YOU KNOW- HE CHEATED ON BIANCA!! max verstappen and why is that important charlie? charles leclerc THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND YOU IDIOT! THAT'S WHY!
max verstappen BOOM! I WIN! PAY UP LOSERS!
pierre gasly NO YOU CALLED HIM CHARLIE! YOU CHEATED!
max verstappen I TOLD YOU LOSERS I COULD GET HIM TO CONFIRM THAT THEY WERE DATING!
charles leclerc YOU MADE A BET ON ME?
carlos sainz it's not fair, they didn't let me participate because i'm your teammate
oscar piastri can i let it be known that i didn't want anything to do with this?
logan sargeant LIAR! YOU WERE THE BOOKIE!
charles leclerc I TRUSTED YOU OSCAR!
oscar piastri it was either bookie or they were going to make me flirt with peter and figure out if he knew something.
daniel ricciardo i'm back what did i miss?
daniel ricciardo OH COME ON MAX GOT HIM TO SPILL THE BEANS BEFORE ME??
alex albon there is no getting in the way of lestappen daniel. it's time we accepted that. bianca should too if she's going to date charles.
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charles sat in his room, frowning down at his phone nothing was worse than a 'we need to talk text.' his stomach currently felt like there were a million bees buzzing around in there. the knock at his door startled him and he rushed to open it, being met with the sight of of bianca. she smiled brightly at him, causing the bees to subside a bit.
"you wanted to talk?" charles asked. bianca noticed the scared expression on charles' face and her eyes widened, quickly understanding what charles thought there talk was going to about.
“no! this isn’t that kind of talk, i swear,” bianca quickly said.
“then what is it about?” charles questioned.
“can i come in?” charles nodded, stepping out of the doorway and opening the door wider, allowing her in. bianca gave him a slight smile, before moving to sit on the couch in his room. she sighed, “i owe you an explanation about harry.”
“no, you don’t,” charles said, as he sat next to her. bianca laid her head on his shoulder. charles intertwined their hands, “i do, and it’s the least i can do. besides, if i learned anything from that relationship it’s that honesty is always the way right thing to do.”
“okay,” charles whispered. bianca sighed again, “i met him at some charity event my dad was holding, when i was a little girl, before he was iron man. os corp was stark industries biggest rival, it still is. but somehow we were friends growing up.”
“romeo and juliet,” charles muttered. bianca laughed, “funny, my mom said the same thing. we- we didn’t start dating until we were 17, both of our dads were against it, but norman. norman saw it as an opportunity to show the public that he and my didn’t hate each other. i was a business opportunity to him.”
charles frowned, "that's not very nice of him."
"well he turned out to be a supervillain on another earth who hated peter. so fingers crossed he doesn't turn out like that here."
"what?"
"that's a wild story for another time," bianca explained, "but i loved harry. he was my first everything, except kiss. i lost that one in a game of truth or dare at a party when i was 13."
"hmm, i was kissed in front of a swing set when i was 9."
bianca laughed, "i loved him charlie, and he used it against me. the girl's name isn't important, although, she was very much aware that harry was in a relationship with me. the entire time we were together he was with her. 3 years of my life down the drain, wasted on someone who was never even worth it."
"i'm sorry chérie (dear) ," charles whispered as he hugged her, bianca burying her head in the crook of his neck, "you should've never gone through that with someone like him. maybe it was a good idea to convince max to take him out."
"like a date? or like murder?"
charles shrugged with one shoulder, "it doesn't matter, either works. although, i think kelly might be upset over the date one."
"and christian would upset when max ends up in prison for murder."
charles laughed and bianca giggled softly, "he's such a connard," charles said.
"i don't know what that means," bianca admitted.
"asshole. it means asshole."
"good," bianca said, "because he is one."
"we should- non c'est bête (no, it's stupid)," charles cut himself off. bianca pulled away from him, "no, what were you going to say?"
"it is dumb," charles said as he dismissed his own thoughts.
"it's not," bianca argued, "what is it?"
"we should- we should go somewhere over break. like as a couple. that is what we are no?"
bianca smiled widely at him, "yes we are, and we should. where are we going?"
"oh," charles said, surprised, "i did not think you would say yes. i have not thought that far ahead."
"it's okay. we can go anywhere. i don't mind."
"well i'm glad we are a couple because i accidentally told a few other drivers we were dating."
"charles, i called you bae, and wanda immediately caught on."
charles laughed and bianca smiled at him. she curled into him, laying her head on his chest. the stark-potts girl yawned, "can i take a nap?"
"yeah," charles whispered, "you can take a nap. i think i'll nap with you."
"i'd like that." bianca whispered as she closed her eyes.
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scuderiaferrari it's a rainy one here in spa but we're glad to end the first half of the season on such a high note. it's another double podium for the ferrari boys. see y'all after the break! next stop: zandvoort!
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username this has literally been the best mid season ending ferrari has had in who knows how long.
username LET'S GO FERRARI!
username FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE!
harleykeener LET'S FUCKING GO!
↳ harleykeener is this what red bull felt like last year?
charles_leclerc that's caption is not written by peter and i know it.
↳ peterbparker ISAIAH GROUNDED ME AFTER THE INNOCENT WAR I WAGED!
↳ charles_leclerc at least he didn't tie you to the hospitality like he threatened.
redbullracing free peter! he did nothing wrong but have some fun!
mclaren free our boy! he did nothing wrong!
mercedesamgf1 free our fellow admin! we were having fun!
username isaiah let our boy out of prison!
biancastark_potts and we've got another amazing half to go!!
joaquintorres can't believe i wake up so early to watch men go vroom in odd shapes.
↳ samwilson you're literally in the air force
↳ joaquintorres literally shut up samuel!
username this has been the highlight of the season besides charles winning monaco and carlos winning spain.
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¡leclerc-s speaks! okay, i needed to give bianca an ex but i could not be bothered to come up with a face claim or name for him so i just went with harry osborn. i know technically the osborn family doesn't exist in the main mcu universe but in my world they do. i also googled a fan cast for harry osborn and the most popular one was timothee so i went with him. please ignore any typos in this, i made this on no sleep because insomnia is a bitch.
¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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Just Duel Mates
Sebastian Sallow x f!MC | sorta fluff slight angst | 2.4k words | second person pov | A03
tags - jealousy, friends to lovers, miscommunication, misunderstandings, slightly small suggestive comment by leander, a bit of pining
summary - Seeing Leander attempt to pursue his friend, Sebastian goes and runs into the scene, saying and doing some things that lead to some misunderstandings and confused feelings.
A/N-AAAA first big pile of words post who else screamed!! In all honestly i was rushing a bit towards the end to finally finish this. i have the writing skills of a 5 yr old so please bare that in mind. this was getting too long for my own personal liking so there will be a second part. of course like my previous bot this was inspired by this piece of art !! | edited on 1/30/24 10:01 am est |
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Woodpeckers are one of the most arguably annoying beings to ever exist. the annoying noises they create that are everlasting, and the eyesore of a bright red hairdo they have. Coping with such a nuisance, especially early in the morning, can be such a graving task, but of course the universe just had to give itself a good laugh by creating a human version of the bird named Leander Prewett.
You would think his life depended on it the way he pursued you every chance he got when he spotted you in the halls this whole week. The obnoxiously loud message that you didn’t fancy him always flew over his head with every excuse thrown his way. However, one day it seems a spark had finally gone off where Leander reached his last nerve. falling victim to this meltdown of despair of Leander's, he imprudently grasped your wrist, halting you from continuing your usual stroll within the Hogwarts grounds. 
“Please! (y/n) I have to ask you some-"
Fortunately, Leander’s mouth was suddenly left empty, gracing you with the gift of not having to hear his pleas to join him in courtship, though the moment of peace didn’t last long once another part of you was strongly in captivity as well. You could feel the harshness of a large hand kneading into the skin of the lower left side of your hip as the force of the arm attached to the hand pulled you forward, creating a bit of a strain in your wrist since Leander, like some small dog holding a bone, hasn't let go.
Once the wave of shock had washed away, you focused on what was in front of your eyes. All that could be seen were glimpses of white and green. focusing more, you noted the white before you was the same material as the long-sleeve white shirts you would see hogwarts male students wearing under their robes. Seeing this, the assumption that the hints of green in front of you belonged to a tie was thrown into your observation. The familiar smell of the yellowing pages in old books and the fresh, damp grass on the grounds of the quidditch field evaded your senses as you inhaled air. However, you couldn’t help but also recognize the faint scent that was a secret guilty pleasure of yours. It was reminiscent of Sebastian’s cologne, the one he would usually lightly apply to himself as a means of attempting a good appearance.
You would never say it out loud, and you barely admit it to yourself mentally, but his cologne always served as a cherry on top of the good company he would provide to you. It was like a cloud of Sebastian’s aura had just been puffed into your face. “sebastian…” You quietly muttered to yourself as you pieced together everything your senses were taking in, like some sort of puzzle to make you replay memories of Sebastian in your head. Slowly, your eyes scanned upwards until, to your astonishment, your face was looking directly up at no one other than the person haunting your current thoughts, Sebastian Sallow.
"Sebastian!” exclaimed louder than how you said his name earlier; however, the brunette didn’t even bring those brown eyes of his down to notice your presence; instead, you could feel his other hand glide along to your upper back with his fingers pressing into your skin. The slight force of his hand on your back pulled you in even more forward, as if he wanted to glue your whole being against him. While holding onto you, Sebastian’s eyes shot daggers at the gryffindor behind you. With a low growl, Sebastian barked out, “I didn't know you grew so bold to steal people's girlfriends, Prewett."
“What?!”
One could almost mistake you for a freshly pulled-out mandrake with how loudly you expressed your confusion. Using the only free hand you had, you placed it on Sebastian’s torso, pushing your face a bit away from his chest as you attempted to pull back your confined wrist, regardless of your attempts. Leander only tightened his hold on you. In reaction, you couldn’t help as your eyebrows furrowed, and the rest of your face cringed at not only how physically uncomfortable you were in the wrist but also how mentally uncomfortable you were with the whole situation in general. It felt as if your limbs right now were equivalent to some plaything from Zonko’s being twisted and pulled by two school boys.
Leander faced Sebastian with a scowl and contorted his jaw like he was grinding his teeth together. “She’s your duel mate, Sebastian; don’t get carried away,” Leander quickly retorted to the slytherin. A small fake laugh left Leander’s mouth as he sported a small smirk before continuing, "Ha, in fact, it’s more like you're her practice dummy, seeing that graceful land of yours we all got to watch." It was Sebastian's turn now to chuckle back at him in his typical cocky manner. "Well, I'm always willing to do some charity every now and then, especially for someone who can never catch a break in DADA; it helps keep me humble.” With Sebastian’s distasteful reply, he added even more: "Now, judging how your hand usually handles your wand work, you’ll probably need some help unhanding her, right?” He questioned in a playful manner, “Or can you be a big boy and do it all by yourself?” He sarcastically added on.
It was only until you heard the ooos and ahhs and even some giggles and chatter of passerby’s that you were reminded of not only how awkward this predicament was but also how very public it was as well. You could feel your face heat up as you tried to turn your head the other way to change your view to the hallway instead of the close-up of Sebastian’s chest, as if it could make the situation better. Moving your body around in attempts to make yourself free, you tried to stop the scene you were unwillingly a part of. "Sto-," you started to say before the perpetrator behind you cut you off.
“We were in the middle of a conversation, so you should really know your place, Sallow. In no way am I letting her go with some slimy slytherin." Leander fought back in his usual uptight voice before adding on in a nasty tone, “You honestly expect anyone to trust you alone with a girl? If the rumors are true, it makes sense why you’re always staying behind in potions class, brewing something with Weasley. Of course, a scoundrel like you would be desperate to have some fun and make a contra-“ In a way, you could have looked at this moment in a positive light; it was similar to the feeling of finally laying down in bed after a long day of laboring studies with your confined wrist being finally free. However, it was hard to have such a mindset with the way Sebastian unhanded you and cut Leander off by having his knuckles meet his face, causing him to fly straight to the ground.
It was so silent; all that could be heard were the tickings of nearby clocks and the sharp gasps of everyone who watched everything unfold. Standing there dumbfounded, you gazed down at Leander, who was on the ground holding a part of his face as he quietly grumbled in pain. In the corner of your eyes, you could see multiple students from all different years standing there staring. The crowd of them was even getting larger as people walking to class stopped around the corner to see what the commotion was. All you wanted right now was for a giant black hole to appear and swallow you whole. Not caring if you embarrassed yourself even more, you grabbed Sebastian’s hand as you ran away, frantically going left from right through different halls and corridors until you finally reached a quiet corner with not even a ghost to intrude.
Leaning against the stone wall, you threw your head back with your eyes closed as you took a moment to catch your breath. Your chest heaved up and down while you could feel some of the front strands of your hair stick to the sides of your face. With a final puff, you exhaled and turned your face to look at Sebastian. He stood there angry as ever; his cheeks were painted slightly pink from sprinting down the halls earlier, and his hair was a bit tussled up in the front, not that it was a sight to complain about. You wanted to say something to him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You wanted to yell at him for causing such a scene and acting recklessly. On the other hand, you also wanted to question him about what he meant earlier. Not being able to make a set decision on what emotions to voice, you stood there staring with your mouth slightly parted. Sebastian softened his features, but you could still sense the hint of annoyance in him. With suddenness, he grabbed your wrist, bringing it up towards his face to study it. It was as surprising to you as it was to Sebastian, but your wrist, which was being held back by Leander, had a purple bruise ringed around it. being so distracted with everything earlier, you didn’t take notice of it until now.
A mutter of Leander’s name, along with a choice of very colorful swears, quietly left Sebastian's mouth as he scanned your bruised wrist while tenderly trailing his fingers upon it. You couldn’t help but feel a bit of bashfulness at his delicate touch, despite the circumstances. Nonetheless, you spoke up, trying to move forward from the situation. “It’s fine. I didn’t even notice it earlier; it’s nothing to fret about,” you calmly said, trying to diffuse him. Of course, saying such a thing seemed to only anger him more. “Are you defending him?” Sebastian accused, “You’re not seriously involved with him, are you?” He narrowed his eyes at you as if you had just committed the most offensive act ever in front of him. "No, god, no!” It was your turn to act offended. Being accused of having some sort of involvement with Leander was, well, quite unspeakable. "I'm just saying it’s barely an injury! I'm sure he didn’t mean it,” you explained before continuing to try and reason with Sebastian. "I mean, you’ve seen me suffer far worse than this; I just don't think you should get riled up over this and embarrass yourself even more!”
“What did I do that was so embarrassing?” Sebastian asked in a tone that gave you the sense that he was annoyed. "Well, first of all, that blow to Leander! You should just move into Professor Sharp's room at this point; you’ll never get out of detention,” you abruptly explained. "Also practically everything earlier—what you said—the way you put your hands—" you attempted to explain, but the more you spoke, the more embarrassment was oozing out of you. “Just ugh, Sebastian! You know!”.
In typical Sebastian fashion, he just rolled his eyes at you and laughed, "I'm having a hard time finding the problem here. It’s not like I did anything wrong." Sebastian smoothly brushed off as he continued to shrug his shoulders with his hands on his hips. "Besides, I would even serve a detention in some troll den if it meant getting to put that prewett prick in his place." In regards to Leander, it’s not like he was wrong, but your mind kept thinking back to all of the eyewitnesses who watched every action and word said. The possibilities of the amount of trouble and rumors that would be spiraling around you and Sebastian flooded your head. Huffing out a sigh, you pleaded with Sebastian to understand your concerns again. “Don’t you see? Everyone is going to have so much to say about us! I mean, people may think you're violent, and then they might start a rumor that we’re dating!" "I mean, Leander already said something about some weird rumor about staying after potions class; don’t you want those sorts of things to die down?”
For what seemed like an eternity, Sebastian stood there, showing a blank expression. You thought he would just laugh off everything you said or get hot-headed, per usual. Sebastian scrunched his eyebrows together. “Leander doesn’t know what he’s talking about. What he was going to say had nothing to do with what I actually have going on,” Sebastian explained almost in a fully monotone voice. Unexpectedly, Sebastian’s face seemed to be somber. "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble; I overstepped my boundaries,” he apologized. "I should have just pushed him off of you and stepped back." He trailed off before muttering under his breath. “We are just duel mates.”
Maybe it had to do with the fact that Sebastian had such natural puppy eyes when he’s feeling defeated, or perhaps you were too empathetic for your own good (something you had to learn through Sebastian’s relentless complaining in the past) because you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit guilty, like you said something wrong although you know you didn’t. Sebastian really wasn’t the type of person to let others opinions on him affect him so greatly, nor did he ever kick himself so hard whenever he upset you in some sort of way, so there was no sensible reason for him to look like a golden retriever that’s just been told no. It’s not like any of what you expressed earlier was wrong; there’s surely going to be an obscure amount of gossip surrounding you and him, but maybe you were too harsh or the timing was wrong. At least that’s what you thought to yourself.
"Sebastian, listen, it won’t be that bad. Well, it'll probably be bad, but I'm sure people will move on and talk about so-" You tried to comfort him, but were swiftly cut off.
“It’s not that."
If it wasn’t that, then what was it? None of it made sense. What pair of friends would want a rumor about them courting each other afloat? "I'm in the wrong here; I've been reading everything wrong lately; I'll take my leave,” and just like that, Sebastian sharply turned around, leaving you standing alone against the cold wall with no further explanation.
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month
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What Does The Moo Cow Say? » Sebastian Stan
Pairings: Husband/Dad!Sebastian Stan x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Hazel
Summary: Sebastian teaches his daughter what the moo cow says.
Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, nicknames for daughter (princess/prinţesă), pet names for Y/N (sweetheart/dragă)
A/N: I used Google translate for the Romanian translations. tati: daddy, prinţesă: princess, dragă: sweetheart
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
I found the edit below on Pinterest. Credit goes to whoever made it.
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Ever since yours and Sebastian’s 4 year old daughter Hazel started preschool, she’s been really excited to learn. Counting and ABC’s are her current favorite. As of right now Sebastian is teaching her what sounds animals make.
“Let’s start off with something easy. What kind of animal is this?” Sebastian asks Hazel while showing her a picture of a dog.
“Doggie!” Hazel answers.
“That’s right, prinţesă.” He smiles. “What does the doggie say?” He asks her.
“Bow wow!” She answers.
“Good job! You’re so smart, prinţesă!” He says, making her smile widely.
“What kind of animal is this?” He asks, showing her a picture of a cat.
“Kitty!” Hazel says excitedly.
Cats are her favorite animal. The majority of her stuffed animals are cats.
“What does the kitty say?” Sebastian asks her.
“Meow meow!” She says, trying her best to impersonate a cat.
“Great job, prinţesă!” He smiles. “What about this one? What kind of animal is this?” He asks her, showing her a picture of a cow.
“Moo cow!” Hazel answers.
“What does the moo cow say?” He asks.
Hazel let out a scream, catching Sebastian off guard and making him laugh. You heard the scream from downstairs and immediately ran upstairs to Hazel’s bedroom to see her and your husband on the floor laughing.
“What’s with the screaming? I heard it in the kitchen.” You say.
“I was teaching Hazel what sounds animals make.” Sebastian tells you.
“That still doesn’t explain the scream.” You say.
“Hazel, tell mommy what the moo cow says.” He says.
Hazel looked up at you and screamed, making her and Sebastian burst into laughter again. You quickly understood and started laughing.
“Good job, princess, but no more screaming in the house.” You tell her.
“Ok, mommy.” Hazel says.
“That applies to you too, Mr. Stan.” You say, looking at your husband.
“I wasn’t the one screaming.” Sebastian says.
“I know, but you’re the one who showed Hazel a picture of a cow.” You say.
“It’s called moo cow, mommy!” Hazel corrects you.
“Yea, get it right, dragă.” He says jokingly.
You playfully rolled your eyes at your husband and daughter.
“When you two are done making moo cow sounds, I need help putting the groceries away.” You say.
“Did you get Pop Tarts?” Hazel asks curiously.
“Yes. I got your favorite flavor.” You tell her.
“Come on, tati! Pop Tart time!” She says, pulling on Sebastian’s t-shirt to get him to stand up.
You two smiled at her cuteness. Sebastian stood up and picked up Hazel.
“The moo cow says AHHHHHH!” Hazel says, making you and Sebastian burst out into laughter.
🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵
-Bucky’s Doll
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notjustjavierpena · 4 days
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Yes, yes it is. This is 20 years down the line. This is Lucas in college, Seb in middle school, and Inés just finishing high school, and hubby grumbling that he is getting too old for having so many teenagers around the house because he works with youngsters at the local college on a daily basis. I could use the break when I get home, mi amor. This is the Javier who has the 9 year old family dog sleeping at the foot of the bed. This is the Javier whose back aches a little more but he still makes love to wife until his thigh muscles cramp up and wife gets on top. This is hubby who is freshly shaved, wife kissing his bare cheek with fondness and telling him he is still soft and he says only around you. This means that wife’s hair has started to gray too and he still runs a hand over it to make her fall asleep. This is the Javier who feels pride when Lucas brings home his first boyfriend, who teaches Inés to drive and gets told to get out by Sebastian as he enters his room without knocking.
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emsvertigo · 1 year
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Let The Light In
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image not mine, found on pinterest
summary & genre — fluff & nsfw. it’s a hot day and you & seb are relaxing in your shared bed. (not fully smut)
warnings — sexual references, seb touches you a lot (i got a bit carried away), can’t think of anything cause this is actually tooth rotting.
character & pairing — sebastian wilder x fem!reader (la la land. 2016)
word count — 1.5k
a/n — i arise with a tooth rotting self insert. this came about because ever since i watched ‘la la land’ i can’t stop thinking about ryan. i’ve also been religiously listening to lana del rey’s new album so ofc this fic was written when i was listening to ‘let the light in’. anyway if anyone reads this i love you cause there’s actually no fics for ryan, let alone seb, and you understand what i’m going through. anyway i hope you guys enjoy!
find my old fics here! ✿
His hand ran slowly up and down your thigh, an effort to trace every single blemish on your skin. The warmth of his fingertips danced, coating your skin in a layer of sprinkled love, tickling his way along your freckles. Golden pools of light spilt into the room, painting the space in an amber aura of tranquillity; reaching to the crevices of the ceiling and plunging to the floor like a waterfall. Occasionally silence was broken by cars speeding past, or the harmony of birdsong in their melodic major key. You hummed, content with the pleasure and peace experienced at the moment.
The heat had forced you to bare your legs, curling towards you as the bedcovers drooped over your figure, your feet barely covered by the white duvet. Your head settled against the pillow, blissful in the comfort you had created. You stared at the dancing dust glimmering around his hair, coating it in a haze which painted his hair blond. The shimmering light drowned his face, illuminating his cheekbones, and causing his shadows to become softer, a soft fuzzy glow radiated from his face. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as he stared down at the book lingering softly in his hand.
You’d tell him religiously, like a preacher reciting a mass, all the ways in which he had made you come undone. How in the gorgeous light, he looked otherworldly, godly, like he was dripping with nectar. His bare chest was smothered in gold and small beads of sweat, a little patch of hair growing across his chest which was tanned with the Californian sun. The pink blush flushed against his cheeks absentmindedly decorated his bone structure. You could’ve stared for decades, letting your imagination run wild as his teeth caught his bottom lip, slowly biting at the soft flesh.
“Quit looking at me.” He laughed, turning a page of his book, not paying any mind to your form slowly inching closer to him. His eyes darted along the page, soaking in the information.
You hummed in response, reaching up and moving a strand of hair out of his face, tucking it back into place. He sighed, his eyelashes flickering and dropping the book into his lap, no longer interested in the contents it held. You smiled wildly, teeth grinning.
“Was the book not interesting?” You inquired, moving to place your hand under your chin and balance the other against the sheets. Seb smiled down at you, eyes sapphire in the blinding light.
“Too political.” He whispered, his eyes growing wide in a joking fashion. His hand had now removed itself from your thigh and was tiptoeing its way up to your waist. Your tummy was bare, the top you wore hugging as little of your frame as possible. The heat was incredible, and looking adequate was the least of your worries.
The silence returned as you both gazed into each other's eyes. A dog barked in the distance, the only thing shattering your peaceful moment. You licked your lips as Seb’s hands caressed your midriff, his touch tickling your warm skin. His eyelashes were heavy, and hair fell into his eyes once again, framing his face with curls. Stubble littered his face, a subtle hint that summer was here and his want to shave had disappeared.
“I love the way you look.” You exhaled, soaking in his features like an anaesthetic lulling you to sleep.
“That’s a strange way of saying you love me.” He laughed, his fingers still tracing the outline of your belly button absentmindedly. You rolled your eyes, wanting to smack his chest but deciding against it.
His head leaned down, planting a peck of a kiss onto your forehead. Lingering for a few seconds to breathe your scent in.
“I'm joking.” He mumbled into your hair, eyes fluttering closed. His hand coming further up your front, laying flat against your stomach.
His head returned to its original position, but in the newfound proximity, your breaths became one. Wavering for a moment, he let himself gaze in awe at your complexion. Drinking in every ounce of perfection, which dripped off of you.
“Now who's the one that's staring.” You breathed, his mouth swallowing your thought in a kiss. Your posture tipped towards his frame, a hand finding its way to rest gracefully at the side of his face. Stubble close to your fingertips.
His lips pressed flush against yours, causing his nose to meet your face. Tongues interweaving in dance, lips interlocking with passion. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pulled you towards him, hand now on the small of your back. His palm dragged its way up, and underneath your top.
A groan emerged from his lips as you parted from the bond. Leaving his lips pouted and flushed, eyelashes still closed against his pink cheeks. His hand still lazing on your back, drawing circles in impatience.
You swung your hips around, now sitting up on the bed facing him. He obliged without remark and sat the same way, pulling you in further with his other hand. Your hand had fallen to his chest and now rested flush against him, head raising to bathe in the golden sunlight filtering through the blinds. His eyes winked shut once again as he came forward to lock your lips with his.
“Seb.” You moaned into his mouth, gasping when his lips moved at a sensual pace, coating your mouth in his love. Your prayer was answered by a low hum, as his hands both felt their way around your torso. Your own hands wrapped themselves around his neck, desperate to pull him even closer to you. With your quickened movements, his book was left discarded on the wooden floor, pages open and ruined.
He swallowed every moan that dared to drip off your tongue in sweet praise, letting out a gasp when he let his fingers dance around the edges of your breasts. Your hands locked tightly into his hair, curling strands in between your fingers. Nails scratched down his scalp, allowing soft sounds to escape his throat like honey. Two bodies became one in a haze of cloudy lust.
His hands outlined your breast, almost frightened to touch you in case you shattered into millions of pieces. His tongue traced your teeth, as he attempted to consume every inch of you. His fingertips faltered, resting his thumbs against your chest, narrowly missing what he wanted to touch most. A slow hum erupted from your throat, threatening to break out into a moan, attempting to communicate your genuine need for him. Yet he still faltered.
You considered the fact his tongue was down your throat, yet he wouldn’t let his hands cup your breasts.
“Touch me.” You moaned in between kisses, acknowledging his hunger to feel you. Interlinking your souls together with a simple intimate touch.
Immediately his hands shifted into place, palms pressed flush against you. A strained noise choked in his throat at the action, a sound that sent an electric current running down to your core.
His hands began to work at a steady pace, moulding you like clay. His long fingers were covered by the cloth dividing him from the real world. Kneading you slowly like dough or putty, causing you to moan with every squeeze. You shifted positions so your heel sat in between your legs, desperately hoping for some friction against you.
He suddenly broke free from the kiss, panting into the air still coated in sun. His glistening face glowed in ecstasy and light, sunbeams bouncing onto his skin. His eyes worked their way down your front to meet with his hands beneath your top, the outline squeezing flesh. Your eyelids drooped at the sight of his features glimpsing your body.
Your hands released from his neck, and found their way to the hem of your shirt, tugging the fabric to pull it over your head. Once it was tossed at the side of the bed, you thanked God that you hadn't worn a bra that day. Your hands, gripped into his shoulders tightly.
Seb’s hands stopped for a second with the newfound sense of freedom, loosening their grip for a moment. You let your head lull backwards, gazing up at the ceiling and closing your eyes as his hands resumed their routine. A curse trickled from your lips in a stolen breath as your over-sensitive skin was pleasured.
“Oh, my God.” You uttered, repeating it like it was your last word on Earth. As though Sebastian was keeping you afloat along a river of satisfaction.
You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was smirking. Enjoying the way your brows furrowed with every movement of his hands. His head came up to meet your exposed neck in open-mouthed kisses, causing your breath to catch in your throat.
“You’re perfect.” He declared in between kisses, sucking sensitive spots on your skin and provoking loud groans from both of you.
As his fingers worked pinching your skin and nipples every so often, you wondered how you got so lucky. To be located in the city of dreams, and wrapped in a musician's arms, with his piano-player fingers working overtime to please you.
You couldn’t be happier.
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badnoahmens · 6 months
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I Took Your Keys, It Was Me - Part 2
Noah Sebastian x Reader
Words: 2.5kish
A/N: I’ve never had so many requests to make a part 2 to a fic before, so here’s this. Part 1 found here.
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Two weeks had passed now, your normal daily life routine had fallen back into rhythm. A swell of work, sleep, food somewhere in the mix. There was a slight adjustment though, and that was the odd text message from Noah. It wasn’t every day, and no deep, dark secrets were being shared, it was simply a meme, a photo of something mundane, or most of the time, a terrible, terrible, pun.
The communication between the two of you was effortless, like talking to a lifelong friend. There was no sense of urgency, no burdening, no feelings of dread whatsoever, which was unusual for you to feel like that.
Their tour was starting to wind up. Only 1 week left, and 3 cities to visit and perform at. To think back at the meeting you had 2 weeks ago seems like more time had passed than it actually had. It could be because of life going back to normal, or because of all the stories Noah had told you about touring, both old and new.
Your mind got lost in a memory, one of a late night. You were sitting on the couch, dirty dishes on the table in front of you, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly as the TV kept playing in the background.
The sudden vibrations in your hand and a change of screen distracted you from your doom scrolling, seeing Noah’s name flash up. It wasn’t often that he would call, this was only the second time, but there was a comfort in talking to him that didn’t seem to happen with anyone else, especially this quickly after meeting someone.
“You’ll never believe what just happened” he would say, not even letting you say hello. Immediately, he continued. “So, tonight, after the show, we went to get some food because the hungry boys deserved a feast, and then…”
Your mind started to wander. He was so excited about what had happened that he called you. You. Out of anyone in the world. It was something that you tried not to think too deep about, but boy was that hard. He was excited, and thought of your name, and wanted to tell you all about his exciting story.
It was his laugh that brought you back to the conversation, bringing you out of your own head and back to whatever epic tale he was recounting. Something about getting lost and then being chased by some rodent and needing to hide up a tree, then the rodent climbed the tree too… it was hard to follow along with what he as actually saying because of the wheezing and laughter mid-sentence. You couldn’t help but just smile. A big, goofy, toothy grin. He sounded so genuinely happy.
“So, as you can probably guess, I have a new fear of rats now” he finished.
“So what you’re saying is, that big, bad Noah, who wears a ski mask and wraps his hands like a boxer to perform, is scared of a mouse?” You tease.
“Did you not hear me! This rat was the size of a small dog! What if it bit me!” He was off again. Going into strangely specific detail about how big it’s teeth were and how hairless it’s tail was.
Snapping back to reality, you couldn’t help but scroll through your old conversations, giggling once again at some of the photos he chose to share with you. One in particular was a favourite.
It was a selfie, and wore a uniform black outfit of a shirt and beanie. It looked like it was night, the windows showed a dark sky. Although it was a selfie, the photo was aimed over his shoulder, a chaotic scene of arms flailing and frustrated expressions in the band and crews faces. Noah himself looked as though he was stifling a giggle with his eyes semi-closed and lips pursed together. What looked to be a Monopoly board and its game pieces were scattered over the floor, table, and lounge. What you could only imagine is an argument occurred where someone was wrong done by, egos were crushed and friendships were put to the test.
It was these kinds of photos, the casual insights into his life, that made you think more about him than what you probably should.
Almost as though he knew you were thinking of him, a new message from Noah dings in your phone.
“We’re in your town next week!” Is all it said, followed by a second message. “Still offering that tour of the best places to eat?”
Your heart skips a beat. The memory of the offer to show him around your city floods back and you cringe a little at the awkwardness of it all. After musing over a response for a few minutes, you respond.
“I’ve got just the right place in mind”.
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The next week had finally rolled around and you were on your way to the food truck you had told Noah all about. It was… quaint. Set up permanently in an old car park, with some rickety plastic chairs scattered around, it served some of the best food you’ve ever eaten. Throughout the morning, you had changed outfits 4 times, drank 3 coffees, turned the house upside down looking for a hat that you didn’t even wear, and then almost locked yourself out of the house, all thanks to the panic that was starting to set in.
Thoughts if doubt started to creep in, force of habit you guess. Your mind was not the kindest of places, especially to yourself. Some of the things you would say to yourself almost made you pull the plug and not go at all, but you were distracted once again by Noah sending a message confirming the address.
Right now, you were sitting in your car, around the corner from where you were supposedly meeting everyone. You had invited the whole band and crew along to try and ease the awkwardness, but now it has made the whole thing even more daunting.
You leg bounced in its place, nervously tapping a rhythmic and repetitive beat, almost like you were building up the courage to actually get out of the car. A very long 5 minutes passed, and you forced yourself to push open the door. Why was this so nerve-wracking? Was it because it had been building up for a week, or because you were seeing Noah in person for the first time since you last met? Was it because you had brought along the hoodie that he gave you last time to give back to him, but secretly you didn’t want to part with it?
One foot started to move, followed by the other, as you walked closer to the desired location of greasy burgers and fries. Your stomach rumbled fiercely at you, reprimanding your choice to skip breakfast and run only on a caffeine diet this morning. It distracted you enough, right up until you could hear a familiar voice, echoed by a band of laughter.
You stood at the corner, looking at the food truck, seeing all familiar faces crowded around the plastic chairs and tables. Folio was talking to Jolly, making strange expressions and wide arm movements, as though he was telling an age-old story of his, meanwhile Jolly looked as though he had heard it all before. They were the closest, a wall of bodies with their backs turned to you was behind them, a mix of people, of which you could vaguely make out Bryan, Matt, Ruffilo, Dakota, Tim, Steven, and even Miles.
Memories of their faces flash back in your mind, back to the night you met them, sitting around in a circle in the greenroom after their concert. They were so kind to give up their space, time, and drinks for a stranger, let alone a fan of theirs.
There was a shift in the crowd that stood around the plastic table, and then you could see Noah. He was sitting down at one of the chairs, glancing between his phone and his friends around him. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, along with a white graphic tee and some black shorts. He was a simple fashionista, but you’d be damned if you said it didn’t look good on him.
The 10 seconds that you stood there for felt like a lifetime as the bubbling of nerves in your stomach grew. They all seemed to happy and relaxed, and you could help but think, why ruin that?
The devil on your shoulder screamed at you to leave them alone.
They’re happy.
Don’t ruin it for them.
Look how well they’re doing without you there.
You could feel your eyes welling up, threatening to spill over tears at any moment, but you wouldn’t let that happen, especially with the threat of them seeing you like that.
You suck down a shaky breath, holding it in as you turn on your heels. In the end, that voice was right. Why would they need you to join them? A fan, nonetheless, that they met once, to hang out like they were childhood best friends? It was ignorant to think that it could have gone any other way than this.
You could see your car now, almost acting like a safe place. Your steps quickened as you impatiently headed towards your familiar haven to then let the tears fall. That was until you heard your name being called out from behind you. It makes you stop in your tracks. A feeling of panic rises inside your chest as you hear it called a second time.
It was Noah. It was his voice, undeniably, calling out to you.
Your eyes squeezed shut in an effort to fight back the feeling of despair, forcing the tears back. You couldn’t face him like that. You could hear him walking towards you, footfalls growing louder and the keys that jingled by his pocket rang like a warning bell.
Blinking back the fear you still had, you had no choice but to turn and face him. When you did, his face was full of confusion, slightly tilted to the side, eyebrows knitted together like he was trying to figure out what you were doing.
“The food place is this way” he says, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder, glancing back in that direction. “Are you okay?”
“Just got lost, I guess” you lie. He knows. He can tell something is off.
“We’ve been waiting for you. Need some recommendations for this place!” He says enthusiastically. It’s clear as day to see he is trying to cheer you up. He’s reading your situation exactly as it’s playing out. He gives you a look, tilting his head down and raising his eyebrows almost as though to say ‘you coming or what?’
It was his calm demeanour that was the only thing that could have convinced you to stray from your path of heading to the car. The way his eyes pleaded in the gentlest of ways made it feel like it was all going to be okay.
“The burgers are greasy as, and you’ll regret it afterwards, but they’re the best thing I’ve ever eaten” you finally respond with a slightly shaky voice. There’s still an air of hesitancy as you start walking towards Noah, but you admit defeat and cave anyway.
As you step closer, one arm lifts and wraps around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug as he spins to face the rest of the band of friends. His arm drops and pulls out his phone, taking a quick snap of the food truck as he strides towards it. You need to quicken your pace because the fucker has long legs and walks fast as hell.
As you near the crowd, they turn and meet your gaze. A chorus of “Hey! Good to see you!” “Where have you been? I’m starving!” And “what’s new key-girl” welcomes you.
You throw out a wave, paired with a “good to see you guys again” and a side glance at Noah, who’s smile is beaming as he looks on at the menu hanging on the side of the truck.
The next hour that follows is one filled with jokes, good food, tales from the road and even a short walk down the Main Street of town. Framing each side of the road are buildings of all different architectural styles. Art-deco neighboured modern, which neighboured neoclassical. There was even a gothic-style library building that you walked past. It was something you admired about this small city, it wanted to be so much more than it was, but seemed like it never really got there.
You walked amongst the group, trailing more towards the back, looking up at how the sunlight danced through the buildings, the trees, and reflected on shop front windows. The sky was a picture perfect blue, letting the sun shine down a radiant warm that gently kissed your skin. It was mid-admiration of your surroundings that you see in your peripheral vision that Noah was looking your way. When you finally glanced at him, you were met with a sweet smile, one that was soft but warmed your heart. He looked away quickly, down at his feet, with his hands shoved into his pockets, along with a little giggle as he scuffed a rock with his shoe.
“Thanks for earlier” you say, looking up at him, squinting slightly as the sun was shining behind him, highlighting a glow around his hair, showing every whiff of the wind that tousled loose strands.
“Don’t mention it” he says, swerving to bump his elbow into your side. It took you aback seeing how comfortable he was being this casually playful.
“I wasn't going to come. I was on my way home”
“I know. I could tell. You had the fear of god in your eyes” he said with a smirk. You couldn’t help but notice how one side of his lips curled up a little more than the other when he smiled.
As terrifying as it was to admit, he was right. You were never that good at hiding your emotions, so why would this be any different?
“I’m glad I caught you, though” he continued, looking back at you, with that damn smile again.
“I’m glad too” you reply, looking away from his gaze in an attempt to hide the blushing in your cheeks. There was a moment of silence between the two of you, yet it was comfortable.
You look ahead, glancing between all of the friends, strolling down the Main Street of your town like it was nothing. Like they weren’t these recognisable figures adored by thousands, if not millions. Including you, you admired them. As artists, as people. They had brought you so much joy and yet here you were, just going for a walk with them.
It was only a few minutes later that you reached your destination, the bank of a lake, splitting off into river mouths and down into streams. It was a favourite of yours because of how tranquil it was, how calm it seemed and how it housed an entirely different world beneath the surface that just fascinated you.
There was a concrete wall that ran along the side where the group had started to sit, some propped up and some laying on their backs on the grass next to it.
But you and Noah decided to keep walking for now, continuing the conversation of small talk and banter.
“How long have you lived around here?” Noah asks.
“As long as I can remember. It’s changed a lot over the years. It’s kinda comforting, but it also gets old. I guess it’s different to what you’re used to” you reply, cautiously asking about him, but not wanting to pry.
“Yeah… I guess you could say that. I haven’t really stayed somewhere too long to really get that used to it. I’m at a good place now, though. Living with some of my closest friends” he says, looking ahead into the distance.
“I meant, with tour, you probably see some cool places.”
“Oh, for sure. We have been to some awesome cities, met awesome people. It’s quite a unique lifestyle that’s for sure.” He looks down at you to meet your eyes, “not for the faint of heart”, followed by a wink.
A wink? Dude, come on. You’re already confused about how you feel, and now he throws you a wink? This man.
“It’s a lot of temporary things. Temporary bed. Temporary city. Sometimes temporary people” he was looking out over the water now.
You admire the way he chose his words carefully. It was clear that he had been through some shit, but he was clever and never intentionally dragged up baggage for pity or for entertainment.
“I hope I’m not a temporary person” you say, almost too quiet. He looks at you and smiles, and you panic. Was that too forward? Would he think you’re clingy?
“So do I” he says, then looks away again.
Your heart starts pounding in your chest, and right on schedule, the overthinking-train arrives. What is that supposed to mean? Is he flirting with you? Is this a joke? Are there hidden cameras somewhere filming this whole prank?
Noah can see your mind racing, it might have been the jittery hands or the rapid eye movements to look anywhere but in his direction.
“I hope I haven’t freaked you out” he admits, and in a moment of confidence, you start to question him.
“Is this some kind of cruel prank you play on fans that you meet?” You ask, in an almost harsh tone. Noah is taken aback slightly, pausing his steps to come to a standstill.
“Why would you say that?” He asks sounded offended.
“You can’t blame me. Think about it. Fan meets band. Band and fan hang out. Fan and band become friends. Fan gets feelings for band. This stuff doesn’t happen in real life” you say with a sigh in defeat. Saying it out loud makes it seem more like a joke.
“It’s… it's not a joke. I rarely meet people that seem like good people.” He pauses, thinking of what words to use, carefully plucking them to try and not make you flee. “It’s different for me too, but you seem like someone I really want to get to know”.
There was sincerity in his voice. You looked at him, and there wasn’t an ounce of falsity to him.
“Plus, did you just say that you have feelings for the band?” He asks, cracking a smile.
You throw your head back, covering it with your hands and turn away from him to hide from the embarrassment. Why did you say that? You have feelings for him? What a way to fuck it up now!
“Yeah… I mean… you can’t blame me” you’re stalling. “I mean, have you seen Ruffilo? The man is beautiful”.
Noah smiles and let’s put a small laugh, but his eyes give away that he’s a little offended that you didn’t mention his name.
Fuck. Now does he have the wrong impression? Why is this so hard?
Now you were panicking, trying to think of a way to fix this.
“But really…” you start, trying to quickly think of the right words to say. “Think about it. Even us walking along here together, right now, seems like it’s a bit far-fetched.”
He nods, acknowledging the strange circumstance that led up to this point.
“I don’t want to seem ungrateful. I mean, I get to spend time with you. That’s something I never expected!” You say trying to change the mood, but Noah shifts and crosses his arms, avoiding eye contact.
“No, I get it. It’s to be expected, really. I guess I was a bit delusional for thinking that wouldn’t come up” he looks out over the water, past you, with a solemn expression. I guess you really did hurt his feelings. You internally kicked yourself for royally fucking this all up.
You stop walking, Noah takes one step more than you, then turns to finally meet your gaze. You take a big breath in, close your eyes, and then exhale. Noah looks at you quizzically. When you open your eyes, you give him a soft smile, and hold out your hand to him. He looks at your hand, then back at you.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you” you say kindly, then offering your name to him.
“Is… this… are you okay?” He asks.
You drop your hand and give him an exasperated look.
“I’m trying to start things over”.
“Oh.. oh okay. Hi, I’m Noah” he states, then holding his hand out. You shake it, feeling the warmth of his hands and noticing the calluses forming.
Noah’s phone pings at that moment, he takes a second to type out a response, then puts it back into his pocket.
“Everything okay?” You ask.
“Yeah. The guys said they’re heading back. I’ll meet up with them later.”
“If you need to go, I won’t be offended”
“We only just met! I can’t leave now, that would be rude” he says with a smirk.
You continue to wander, side by side, for the next 30 minutes, at some stage turning and beginning your walk back to your starting point.
“Are you staying locally?” You ask.
“Yeah, we have a hotel tonight. A nice break from the bus. That thing gets crowded and smells bad real quick.”
“I can drive you back there if you need. Your hoodie is in my car too.”
“I said you could keep that” he glances at you with a side eye smirk.
“I know, I feel bad keeping your stuff though”
“I have probably a million pieces of Bad Omens merch. I can even give you more if you want”
Your mind quickly flashed to the mound of merch for this band that you already own. “I don’t think that’s necessary, thank you for the offer though”
“Fine, suit yourself.” He shrugs. “But I will take you up on the offer to drive me to the hotel. Think of it as that driving tour you promised me last time.”
You smile down at your shoes remembering the interaction, the hoodie he gave you, him making sure you got back to your car safely. He did everything so right, and you were trying everything you could to not stuff this up even more.
By the time you got to your car. The sun was starting to set. You hadn't realized that you had spent half a day with Noah until you turned the headlights on.
Noah slipped into your passenger seat, legs so long that they almost needed to be folded over each other just to fit. He rummaged around for the mechanism to move the seat, and finally found it giving him more leg room as he slid back in the chair. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the sight.
“What? Man needs his leg room!” He throws his hands forward, motioning to his long limbs, which we’re still bent just to fit. You shook your head a little, playfully, and then pulled the car out to start your journey.
Noah directed you to his hotel, saying it was about a 10 minute drive from here.
“For someone just passing through, you sure do know your way around” you joke, keeping your eyes on the road. Noah, however, was looking at you, like you were having a full conversation, only glancing ahead to point you directions.
He was a passionate talker when he got out of his shell, spoke with his hands a lot. The boy couldn’t keep them still at one point he was almost twisted completely around just to emphasize the story he was telling. He had you in stitches, the way he recounted events and waited for your response, then gave you time to recover from a laughing fit before he continued. He watched you react to his words, he paid attention to the small details, the crinkles by your eyes when you laughed hard, how you would glance at him throughout the conversation to tell him you were listening, even the way your grip would twist around the steering wheel when he was describing a scary part of the story. He noticed everything about you. And you noticed him noticing you.
You had a moment of realization that he was just a person. A person who laughed, who cried, who’s been through shit and now, is just sitting in your car. The sudden wash of relief, the pressure you were feeling, just gone.
The drive comes to an end and you pull up outside the hotel. Nothing too fancy, just to get them through the night. You look up at the building, half its lights were switched on in the three-storey building.
You turn and look at Noah then, the glowing of the lights bouncing off his face making him look as angelic as ever, so much, that it actually made your heart skip a beat. Trying to make sure he didn’t notice the hitch in your breath, you twist at an awkward angle, reaching for the black hoodie on the back seat.
You couldn’t help by notice Noah lean to look over too, your faces now only an inch apart. So close that you could even feel his warm breath each over your cheek. It didn’t help the state of admiration you were already in.
Your fingers graze the material, grabbing at it and finally twisting back into your position in the drivers seat.
“I believe this belongs to you” you say, handing over the garnet.
“I thought I said…” he spoke, pausing to take the hoodie in his hands and hold it out by its sleeves. He then leaned towards you, stretching his arms above you and wrapping the piece of clothing around your back and over your arms, twisting it into a knot on your chest. “You could keep it.” He finished, smiling triumphantly.
The closeness had you feeling a little lightheaded, maybe because you felt like you forgot to breathe around him, or maybe the low lighting made this interaction feel way more intimate than it was.
“I guess…. Thank you” you say, looking into his eyes. All you could see was a sweet dark chocolate brown staring back at you.
Noah’s hand then takes yours as he plants a light kiss on the back of it, placing it back down into his hands again. You couldn’t help but stare with your mouth ajar slightly at the gentlemanly gesture.
“It’s my pleasure.” He pauses again, looking outside then back to you. “If… if I asked you out on a date, would you hesitate to show up to that too?” He asked, sounding honest in his intention, his eyes looked in your hands together.
“A date?” You gawk, almost too quickly. He nods. “I, uh, no. I wouldn’t.”
“Because I’m still in town tomorrow if you’re free.”
“Tomorrow… tomorrow…? Uhh..Nothing on the agenda that comes to mind.” Honestly, you had no idea if you actually had anything in tomorrow.
“Great. It’s a date. I’ll meet you here at 10?” He asks excitedly, that sweet lopsided grin making a comeback.
Your heart was beating through your chest, it was a miracle that he couldn’t hear it.
“10. That works. I’ll be here.” You say, not sounding that convincing.
“I hope so” he replies, paired with another wink. With that, he opens the car door, stepping outside, and closes it with a gentle thud behind him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow” he says with a wave through the window. You couldn’t help but smile back at him, taking in the image of him gentle waving and glancing over his shoulder as he walks to the door. He enters safely, and on his way to his room.
That’s when the excitement hits. You grip the steering wheel tight and let out a squeal. That’s right, a squeal. You have never squealed before in your life, but this man has you feeling so giddy it’s unreal.
With a deep breath, you pull the car out again, heading home, already running through every possible scenario that could happen at 10am the next day.
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the age of no regret [mamma mia part four] | formula one scoial media au
drivers: sebastian vettel, jenson button & fernando alonso part one | part two | part three masterlist | tips
a due date nears, a god father is revealed and new cravings are discovered
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yourusername: f1 drivers are too generous, i don't know how we got all of the stuff back from montreal let alone how we're going to store it.
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user1: i'm NOT jealous of an unborn child's helmet collection
user2: this bro got a senna helmet, can i have it until they know who he is?
sebastianvettel: i'm seeing a 'we' in this caption when it was me, myself and i putting together this display case
yourusername: erm i was supervising?
sebastianvettel: that was more aimed at jenson, love. i wouldn't want you anywhere near a glass display case right now
jensonbutton: one day it's "i'm the wood work king, let me do this" and then it's "why did no one help me?" PICK A STRUGGLE SEB
sebastianvettel: well i was waiting for you to take all the credit ... so this is awkward now
jensonbutton: well i'll take the credit for getting most of the helmets
charles_leclerc: ummmm no i gave seb at least two of these
jensonbutton: @sebastianvettel tell your grid kid to back off this is adult conversation
charles_leclerc: i'm 25?
fernandoalo_oficial: beckett better be sleeping in his dog bed because i am not fighting a dog for my space in the bed
jensonbutton: of course he is !!!!!!!!!
yourusername: the exclamation marks are really making you look guilty
jensonbutton: IT'S NOT JUST ME YOU GUYS BRING HIM TO BED AS WELL
yourusername: i have hormones i see one puppy dog look AND I CAN'T LEAVE HIM THERE
fernandoalo_oficial: if i have to fight the dog, you guys have to let me sleep in the middle
yourusername: fine. beckett sleeps at the foot of the bed anyway you just want to be in the middle of the cuddle pile
fernandoalo_oficial: sue me
user3: cuddle pile? i'm so soft
user4: beckett? who named this dog and why was it definitely jenson?
yourusername: it was but i was assured it has nothing to do with f1
user4: babes i hate to tell you but he's defo named after the corner at silverstone
yourusername: how am i so easy to trick ffs
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sebastianvettel: crochet club in full swing for zandvoort. good luck nando!!
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user5: they really are old people at heart it's so cute
maxverstappen1: can i get a good luck for my home race?
sebastianvettel: good luck?
yourusername: good luck super max! (not that you need it)
maxverstappen1: thank you y/n i knew there was a reason why you're my favourite :)
charles_leclerc: can i get a good luck too please?
sebastianvettel: you weren't this clingy even when we were teammates
yourusername: seb !! be kind, good luck charlie
landonorris: can i also get a good luck?
yourusername: good luck lando (stop being so hard on yourself)
sebastianvettel: is everyone gonna ask for a good luck?
yourusername: how many more grid kids do you have? i feel like you underestimated the number on your cv
jensonbutton: how is my jumper coming along?
sebastianvettel: we're both working on a sleeve right now!
yourusername: sorry if one is shorter than the other i can't stop going to the bathroom
fernandoalo_oficial: thank you guys, can't wait to see you when i get home x
jensonbutton: looking fast this weekend, podium defo on the cards
yourusername: be fast but be safe x
sebastianvettel: looking forward to a new celebration
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fernandoalo_oficial: getting attachment issues already @f1 can we just race in switzerland from now on?
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user8: they do group facetimes while nando is away?!?!?!?!?! shoot me.
yourusername: i second this @f1
jensonbutton: i third it
sebastianvettel: i fourth it
fernandoalo_oficial: i miss you guys :(
user9: i'm so excited/nervous about the naming situation i know these men will just have stupid suggestions
yourusername: we compromised with a name book i do not trust them after beckett
jensonbutton: beckett is a cute name and you agreed!!!!!
mickschumacher: do you guys need the extra camp beds or not?
sebastianvettel: yes please! could you bring them when you get back?
charles_leclerc: we're sleeping on camp beds? does my back mean nothing to you?
fernandoalo_oficial: do we look like a hotel to you?
yourusername: there are beds but it's first come first served, so don't be late xoxo
user10: are the grid going to stay at seb's?
user11: might be for a baby shower?
user12: HOLY SHIT
maxverstappen1: am i allowed to bring the cats? is beckett trained?
yourusername: omg yes please bring jimmy and sassy
jensonbutton: yes he's trained what do you think i've been doing with my retirement?
maxverstappen1: no comment
sebastianvettel: i guess you can bagsy a room for you and the cats
maxverstappen1: HA thank you seb
fernandoalo_oficial: more and more i realise why people call you my grid kid
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yourusername: who knew i'd end up with a family this big? i love you all.
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user13: i am unwell this is so fucking cute
sebastianvettel: i love our weird little family
yourusername: little? we hosted like 25 grown men ...
jensonbutton: and you loved every single second
yourusername: yeah i love you guys and all your little stray cats with attachment issues
fernanodalo_oficial: yeah but that means they also give good gifts
user14: wait? 25? who else do we think went?
user15: so mick was definitely there, i think i saw mark in the back of one pic, kimi was there along with nico rosberg (LOL) and i think rubens barrichello
user16: no way first out of paddock brocedes reunion was at the mamma mia baby shower...
jensonbutton: those people are meant to be athletes how come there were NO CUPCAKES LEFT I KNOW THAT'S NOT IN YOUR DIETS
maxverstappen1: idk i feel like you're projecting
charles_leclerc: yeah you sound mad guilty jenson
yourusername: now i can see the grid kid resemblance
sebastianvettel: i will not take any responsibility for their shenanigans
fernandoalo_oficial: i do
danielricciardo: soz i finally got that brocedes scoop over a late night cupcake
yourusername: i won't be angry if you spill to me
lewishamilton: daniel?
fernandoalo_oficial: this is why you're my favourite daniel
user17: i need them to SPILL NOW
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jensonbutton: it's official!! after careful consideration, we decided that kimi was the best choice for god father, but we still consider you all a weird mix of god uncles and god everything else. y/n is due any day now so we'll see you all some time soon x
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user18: LETS GOOOOOO I WAS ALWAYS TEAM KIMI THAT'S MY GOAT 🐐
maxverstappen1: rigged
yourusername: maxy if it helps seb was seriously stumped after the baby beekeeping suit
maxverstappen1: doesn't help but i guess it's healthy to take a loss every now and again
danielricciardo: i. am. shocked.
sebastianvettel: you insulted all of us in your application
danielricciardo: ummmmm yes to prove to chickie that i'm a fun, goofy guy DUH
jensonbutton: we are NOT boring farts
danielricciardo: depriving your child of a fun god father is a boring fart move
kimiraikkonen: i am fun daniel.
charles_leclerc: i may have lost god father but i won being a bear, you win some you lose some
lewishamilton: you're being much more gracious than expected
charles_leclerc: oh i screamed into my pillow when i got this notification (and max also lost)
fernandoalo_oficial: you're taking it well lewis
lewishamilton: I KNOW YOU VOTED AGAINST ME FERNANDO BUT JOKES ON YOU I SEE THE HAMILTON BEAR YOU FRAUD
yourusername: there were no votes against people... also roscoe is not a reference we can actually verify i don't think dogs can speak english (or german, spanish or italian)
lewishamilton: he can skateboard? how am i not a good dad?
fernandoalo_oficial: see this aggression is why you aren't god father
lewishamilton: i'm letting roscoe at your ankles old man
sebastianvettel: OKAY LETS STOP THERE
markwebber: who got kimi jack daniels? that's a bold (and uniformed)choice
yourusername: it's the aesthetic mark, i don't like your tone
jensonbutton: kimi will drink anything don't worry love
markwebber: all i said was it is an interesting choice
yourusername: this is why you got destroyed by a twink btw
jensonbutton: well this all escalated fast
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astonmartinf1: fernando alonso will not be racing this weekend due to family matters. felipe drugovich will race in the second aston martin seat. we wish y/n, fernando, jenson and seb luck for their new addition.
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user21: EVERYONE STAY FUCKING CALM
user22: i am so so so so so so so so so chill about this
lancestroll: good luck y/n! can't wait to meet the little one
user23: god i miss the squabbles in the comment sections
user24: literally and i can imagine it's going to increase ten fold when they all have an actual kid to fight over
charles_leclerc: why does it have to be a race so far from europe :(((( i wanna meet chickie ASAP
maxverstappen1: don't make me race your ass to the hospital
charles_leclerc: we can use air max this once seb won't know
danielricciardo: 📸 GOT YOUR ASS
charles_leclerc: daniel???
danielricciardo: 'm sorrry i'm stressed
user23: okay that didn't take long
user25: i need a lobotomy asap cause why am i so excited about four complete strangers having a baby
user26: I AM SO NERVOUS ABOUT THE NAME IF THIS CHILD IS NAMED AFTER A RACE, DRIVER OR A CORNER I WILL ACTUALLY LOSE MY MIND
user27: seb will never see the light of day if that child ends up with a bond girl name
lewishamilton: good luck guys !!! can't wait to meet the full family
user28: completely normal that the whole family is not online during potential labour but I NEED UPDATES
user29: okay put your bets on guys - which one of them is passing out
user30: jenson 100%
user31: idk i think seb has been way too chill this entire pregnancy and it's all going to come out during the birth
danielricciardo: yeah seb's ass is grass
maxverstappen1: DANIEL STOP (it's gonna be jenson)
danielricciardo: i'm sorry i'm so stressed i'm literally going to bite off my fingers
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f1: with y/n's due date this week, we send our love and well wishes to the alonso-vettel-button family and can't wait to meet the new addition (and soon to be champion) 🏎️
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user32: it's just dawning on me that this kid might need a jumbo birth certificate with all these last names
user33: is anyone curious if they'll ever do a paternity test to see who the biological dad is
user34: let's not ask horribly personal questions about situations that are nothing to do with us
user35: also the kid is going to have four loving parents and about 25 grown men who will fight for them so i really don't think who the biological father is is really a big deal
estebanocon: gosh i am so excited
user36: as much as i am excited i hope it won't become a whole family influencer type beat
user37: i don't think they will tbf, i think they'll post about chickie but it'll be reserved
georgerussell63: so excited for the guys! they'll all rock as parents and y/n has already put up with them so will be an amazing mother
alexalbon: good luck guys, all of our love x
user38: f1 cruel as hell for putting this race all the way qatar so that there's no way they can go back to europe between races :(
charles_leclerc: real, depriving us from meeting chickie asap
user39: do we think kimi went with them?
user40: and maybe mick? he's not with mercedes this weekend?
mickschumacher: kimi and i are with them! not allowed in the delivery room when chickie comes but we're here for moral support <3
user41: oh i am so soft
lewishamilton: i guess it makes sense kimi is the god father... good luck guys!
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note: OKAY PEOPLE THAT'S PART FOUR HOLY MOLY i am hashtag stumped on a baby name and the sex IDK ANY OF IT but this was FUN! hopefully yall enjoy and hopefully i tagged everyone who asked (blame my phone if not) also thanks to @deviltsunoda for listening to me SCREAM about this the whole time i've been writing it xoxo
taglist: @boiohboii @vellicora @faithm120601 @raizelchrysanderoctavius @luv4kani @eugene-emt-roe @magical-spit @ironmaiden1313 @jaydaaasworld @whoreks @rainerax @nonsensical-nonsence @laneyspaulding19 @chelseyyouraverageluigi @lxclerc @gemofthenight @woweewoowa @tagteamedbitch@imagandom@mypage-myfandoms@mehrmonga@asparklysoul @unstableplant @motorsp0rt@multilovebot@lili-flower03 @its-elias-world @jolixtreesunn@nothingfuninthislife@rileynicol3@kodzuvk@mochimommy2002@fluffyspaceprincess@roseseraj@black-swan-blog27@nyrasslut@justdreamersdream@asfaraslifegets@why4anne@ineffableperson@leilanixx@lunyyx @pupbistro @gaypoetsblog@rafaaoli@champomiel@sadsierra2 @rainerax @lokietro @thecubanator2 @nzygftoji @rockyhayzkid @nmw-am @slytherheign @erikasurfer @turn-around-look-at-what-you-see @greigreyhiyyih
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f1letters' formula 1 fic recs - pt. 1
✨ SURPRISE! ✨ as an early Christmas gift for all of you, and since I will be continuing the 'midnights' series during the holiday season as well, I decided to make a small list with some of my all-time favourite stories!
I tried to include a variety of different drivers to the best of my ability, which was harder than I thought it would be, since some drivers don't have a lot of stories available (every single person writes for alex, lance or esteban deserves a giant smooch from me, I swear), or I don't read them as much. for other ones, I have like 20+ stories saved so it was really hard to stick to only a few! haha
anyways, I hope you enjoy this little present from me and I encourage you guys to check out all of these amazing and talented writers!
happy holidays to all of you lovely people! 💜 - cat
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max verstappen | mv1
'long time lovers' || @libraryofloveletters
'little verstappen' || @lxclerc
'traitor' || @lxclerc
'dog days' || @tierneysodegaard || 13 parts
'our dirty little secret' || @timetorace || 2 parts
daniel ricciardo | dr3
'stargazing' || @art-outlaw || 28 parts
'memories hold me hostage' || @libraryofloveletters || 2 parts
'you abandoned me' || @lovingperfectionsblog || 2 parts
'sweet boy' || @unluckyhoneybee
'twin flame' || @vinvantae || 26 parts
lando norris | ln4
'breaking the rules' || @f1goat || 7 parts
'mini norris' !! @unluckyhoneybee || 2 parts
sebastian vettel | sv5
'after all this time' || @kates-dirty-sister
'chapters from an old book' || @libraryofloveletters
'thin walls' || @tierneysodegaard
pierre gasly | pg10
'pillow' || @illicitlimerence-writes || 4 parts
'one true love' || @mytinycrazymind
'secret' || @mytinycrazymind
'fake it till you make it' || @smoooothoperator || 6 parts
charles leclerc | cl16
'a moment in time' || @hey-kae || 2 parts
'babies and bahrain' || @illicitlimerence-writes
'little enzo' || @mytinycrazymind || 2 parts
'maybe summer doesn't have to end' || @rebelwrites || 11 parts
'the real deal' || @rebelwrites
lance stroll | ls18
'sugar plum' || @libraryofloveletters || 2 parts
'summer lovin' || @libraryofloveletters
'yule shoot your eye out' || @lovelytsunoda
'the second one' || @unluckyhoneybee
alex albon | aa23
'made in the a.m' || @lovelytsunoda
esteban ocon | eo31
'hot n cold' || @lovelytsunoda
'be my date' || @timetorace || 2 parts
lewis hamilton | lh44
'love you from the sidelines' || @libraryofloveletters
'old flame' || @lostinlewis || 5 parts
'what you can't have' || @luvth0t
mick schumacher | ms47
'dress' || @daydreamingleclerc
'lost in japan' || @illicitlimerence-writes
'romeo & juliet' || @illicitlimerence-writes
'see you later' || @illicitlimerence-writes
'sparkling' || @illicitlimerence-writes
carlos sainz | cs55
'in this lifetime or another' || @libraryofloveletters
'cockblock' || @lxclerc
'nothing happened' || @timetorace
george russell | gr63
'never really over' || @charlewiss-writes
'who you belong to' || @russellsppttemplates
multiple drivers
'bad omens' || @lxclerc || cl16 x pg10
'moth to a flame' || @lxclerc || cs55 x cl16 || 2 parts
'all too well' || @targaryenluv || lh44 x pg10
'are you happy now?' || @oyesmendes || pg 10 x gr63 || 3 parts
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PS: if you want, feel free to leave your recommendations in the comments and/or message me! i'm always looking for new fics to read and I'd love to know your favourites! 💜
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When they have a crush on you
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SEBASTIAN SALLOW:
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☠️  Sebastian is not the type to hide his crush. Even before he figures it out, everyone around him will know because of how differently he’ll treat you compared to everyone else.
☠️  He’s charming and friendly towards you, which happens to be his biggest tell as he can be quite snappy and temperamental to anyone who interrupts him.
☠️  He tends to become hyper-focused on things, whether it be spending hours with his head buried in a book or diligently searching spider-infested catacombs for a dark relic, there is no stopping him until he gets what he wants. That naturally extends to wooing you.
☠️  Suddenly he’ll find any and all reasons to spend time with you. Oh, you’re good at Herbology? It just so happens that Sebastian is in desperate need of a tutor! Oh, you’re a good duelist? Please help me take down this goblin camp real quick before meeting my family Why don’t you join this exclusive little dueling club I’m in? 
☠️  Not only does he want to spend as much time with you as possible, he also wants to be as close as physically possible without crossing any of your boundaries. He’ll push you behind him when facing enemies, he’ll constantly lean against things with his arm next to your head, and he’ll offer his hand to help you up and down ledges or off your broom.  
☠️  He has a jealous streak, so if he sees you becoming particularly close with anyone he deems a potential romantic threat, he’ll insert himself into the situation and either make an excuse to pull you away or pout and glare until the other person becomes uncomfortable enough that they’ll excuse themselves just to get away from him.
☠️  In any case, I don’t imagine you’ll remain in the “crush zone” for very long. Sebastian can hardly go five minutes around you without saying too much or revealing his or someone else’s secrets, let alone try to keep his feelings hidden when they grow every day you spend with each other.
OMINS GAUNT:
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🐍  Ominis is a bit more subtle in his affections than Sebastian. It will take him a while before he approaches you, just so he can be sure he actually wants to pursue you and it isn’t just a fleeting crush. 🐍  He’ll sit near you, but not next to you, in classes and at meal times. He likes hearing your voice as you chat to your friends or make snide remarks about the professors when you think nobody is listening. Sebastian will often catch him smiling at seemingly nothing whenever you’re around. 🐍  You’re both desperately trying to keep yourselves awake in History of Magic one day when Ominis makes a witty comment at the expense of Binns, and he’s floored when you laugh next to him, quietly leaning over to share your own comments about the professor’s riveting tale about another centuries old wizarding war. 🐍  From that day on, Ominis went out of his way to make you laugh. Whenever he’d find you in-between classes, he would sit next to you on the bench and make passing remarks about the other students. It seemed he knew everything about everyone and had something to say about all of it, and you found his little quips absolutely hilarious. You’d always thought Ominis Gaunt was a refined, quiet gentleman, yet here he was tearing into Leander Prewett with no remorse and telling first years that the giant squid liked to feast on children walking too close to the lake. 🐍  He would be so sweet to you, doting, even. If you’d had a particularly stressful week catching up on assignments or running errands for everyone and their dog, Ominis would offer to keep breakfast for you so you could sleep for just a few minutes longer. When he notices you rushing about the castle, he’d stop you to ask if you’d taken a break that day and if you’d like to accompany him to the library for a spot of light reading. On the various occasions you’d come back injured, he would offer you his arm as a way to keep you steady. Eventually, offering you his hand or arm becomes second nature and you’ll find yourselves walking like that even when there’s no need to support you physically. 🐍  I think it would take a long time before Ominis admits his feelings. He enjoys the safety of the courting stage because his family are less likely to involve themselves. He’s also afraid you’ll reject a serious relationship with him because of their reputation and behaviour. He might huff and puff about how it’s a gentleman’s responsibility, but he’d secretly appreciate if you were the one to make the next move.
GARRETH WEASLEY:
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🧪  I imagine Garreth would have to be friends with someone before he develops a crush on them. 🧪  While this social butterfly could easily make friends with a wall, that doesn’t mean he knows how to flirt with one. He’s so subtle with his intentions that it’s easy to assume he’s just being his regular, friendly self.
🧪  He would take a break from his experiments to brew you an endless supply of Wiggenweld potions for your adventures. He knew you were capable of handling yourself, but he worries about you and wants to help in any way he can.
🧪  He’d make it a point to accompany you around the castle, offering to carry your books or help with extra assignments. He’d refrain from using you as a guinea pig, but he would ask you to help him find ingredients for various potions, sometimes even at strange hours of the night. Most of the time, he has no use for the things he is asking for, he just wants to spend time with you.
🧪  Despite the Weasleys not having a lot of money, Garreth would always offer to treat you to a butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks. He often buys (and occasionally swipes) bags of your favourite sweets from Honeydukes, even though he isn’t partial to them himself. He thinks he’s being subtle by asking you to share, but it doesn’t escape your notice that he never takes a single one, instead leaving them all to you.
🧪  Garreth eventually confesses his feelings to you while drunk on the effects of Felix Felicius. He had been trying to brew it for you, knowing you had a particularly difficult mission ahead, but he had to try it first to make sure it wouldn’t turn you purple or make you break out in boils.
AMIT THAKKAR:
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⭐  This poor boy somehow manages to be both a stuttering and word vomiting mess around you.  
⭐  One minute he is telling you all about the great tales he plans to write, how Binns will be assigning his books to every student at Hogwarts by the end of the decade, and then you’ll give him that smile and he’s suddenly blushing and stuttering uncontrollably.  
⭐  He’s most comfortable around you at night, when the stars are there to calm his nerves. This is when you’ll get to see the true Amit, the cute, gentle boy who will point constellations out to you for hours if you’re interested. Although he’d much prefer to find real constellations and their associated imagery, you can occasionally rope him into a silly game of ‘connect the stars’, only because he loves the way your face brightens when you vaguely recognise a mooncalf or niffler dotted in the sky. 
⭐  He is incredibly intelligent, so if you ever need help with a subject, you can rest assured that Amit is more than willing to offer you (and only you) his tutoring services, free of charge! ⭐  Amit is 100% going to support you in all of your endeavors, regardless of how much interest he has in them himself. You play on the Quidditch team? He’ll be at every single practice session to cheer you on. You enjoy ballroom dancing in a room full of dead people? He’s now practicing in his common room every night so he won’t step on your feet (Go to sleep Amit, it’s three in the morning!). You name it, he’ll be there, probably reading a theory book about the history of the hobby. ⭐  It might take him ages, but he will 100% confess to you in the cheesiest way possible. Maybe it will be through an original poem personally delivered to you by owl, or maybe it will be through spelling “I  ❤️ U” in the stars. Regardless, he’ll make sure you’ll be melted into a puddle by his sweetness.
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ahh imagine the bachelors when you’re pregnant talking to your belly to get the baby to calm down at night. like the baby likes to keep you awake at night by kicking you directly in the ribs and the only thing that works is your husbands voice.
I think shane would feel super awkward at first since hes not much of a talker anyway, but it becomes a cherished nightly routine for him in the last few weeks of your pregnancy “hello, papa shane reporting for duty, its time to chill out so your mother can get some sleep” and tell it chicken stories, elliott would read poetry and shakesphere, Alex would probably talk sports to it.
I would LOVE to hear your headcanons
Deadass sleeping while pregnant is so hard, and when the tiny child your growing rolls they’re whole body while your trying to sleep? It feels so weird 😂 also listen I know Skyrim isn’t in Stardew but I love it and I know Sebastian would also, lemme have this lmao
The bachelors talking to your baby bump to calm down your unborn child so you can sleep
Harvey:
Probably a bit nervous at first because he isn’t sure what to say
But when your having issues sleeping because your unborn child keeps kicking you as hard as they can he agrees to give it a shot
Gently lays his head on your bump
“Hey there little one, your moms out here trying her best to grow you and she needs to sleep to do that, think you might be able to settle down a bit?”
Is surprised when his voice seems to calm the unborn child down
Very quickly becomes his favorite part of the nightly routine
“Well hello in there tiny one, thank you for tuning into the nightly talk show. Today we’re gonna learn about you! That’s right, tonight’s broadcast is all about your growth”
Your giggling at his little radio show impersonation
Alex:
Ya know those TikTok videos of people doing little handshakes with their wife’s pregnant bellies and then when the baby’s born? He’s doing that, just wanted to add in that tid bit lol
He probably noticed you were having issues sleeping and he could see all the wild movements from the outside
Leans down and starts talking to the bump
“Hey kiddo, I know your doing your own thing in there but momma needs to sleep, whatcha need?”
When you tell him the baby calmed down after hearing his voice he’s thrilled
Will 100% explain the rules of gridby in depth to your unborn child
“Okay so if you wanna grow up big and strong like your daddy, your gonna have to have proper nutrition, lucky for you I have years experience”
Spends almost every night at bedtime telling your unborn child all about the farm and gridby and of-course rusty the dog
Sam:
Mans been talking to your baby way before they could hear or acknowledge him
He’s just so excited
“Hey little guy, mommy’s trying to sleep so we gotta calm down, I know you wanna shred but once your out I’ll teach ya to skateboard”
Definitely goes over skateboarding safety with your unborn child
“Sam he’s not even born yet”
“Okay but he’s gotta know how to grind the pipe baby, it’s a great skill”
100% also going to blow a raspberry on your bump to startle the baby cause it’s funny
Shane:
Dude definitely chats with your baby bump all the time
Especially when your cuddling so mostly at night when y’all are going to bed
Probably the reason the infant can’t stop kicking you without hearing from daddy first
“Hey kiddo, you’ll never guess what kinda antics the chickens got up to today, I can’t wait to introduce you to Charlie”
Definitely brought Charlie in the house once and put him on your bump
“Hey kiddo, this is Charlie, he’s my favorite chicken but don’t tell the others that”
You gently pat Charlie’s head while he looks very confused about the situati
Sebastian:
Mans fully prepared to teach your kid all about video games when Theyer old enough
But when they won’t stop kicking you at night unless he talks to them? Now they get to learn early
“So in Skyrim right? There’s a whole character builder and you get to pick what race you want to be, I always go for dark elf personally but you can be whatever you want”
It’s like two hours later, your asleep and he’s still going
“So when you get to white run you have to find the jarl and tell him about the dragons attacking helgen so he’ll send troops to riverwood and then there’s a whole side mission to go on to get the dragon stone and-“
Notices your soft snoring and chuckles to himself silently
“Okay kiddo, we’ll pick this up again tomorrow night, good night my little tadpole, love you”
Presses a little kiss to your bump before going to sleep
Elliott:
This mans been reading poems and story’s to your bump since he learned that baby’s can hear and recognize voices
It’s a nice little nightly routine, after baths and pjs and whatever snack your craving you both settle in and he grabs a book
Tonight’s book selection is the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe
“Alright little one, it’s story time”
Cozy’s up with his head on your bump
“Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore”
Loves knowing he can sooth the baby even before They’re born yet
Also loves knowing he can provide a bit more comfort to you as you grow them
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In the Middle - Ominis' Ending
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Summary: In the Middle - Ominis’ Ending
Warnings: read this first so this makes more sense
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Y/N slipped through the doors that lead to the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower, knowing she would always find the man she was looking for here - that she would always find both of them here. It wasn’t long until she found the familiar mop of brown hair walking in her direction, a charming smile falling on his face as he noticed her. Sebastian turned to say goodbye to the Ravenclaw student he was walking with and made his way in her direction, his arm winding around her waist to pull her into a hug as she neared. 
“Hey you. Done avoiding us?”
“For now.” Y/N pulled away and offered him a sheepish smile, her eyes darting over to the group of students who were sitting nearby. “Can we go somewhere to talk?”
“Depends. Will I like where this is going?”
“Sebastian.” She let out a quiet sigh and shook her head, but the smile was evident on her face. 
“Alright, alright,” he chuckled and titled his head to the left, signalling she should follow him. Y/N thought he would lead her to the Undercroft but instead he led her up a flight of stairs and towards Professor Fig’s old classroom. His position teaching Magical Theory had been filled the following year, but Y/N still avoided the class as best as she could. Sebastian gently pushed her along until they were sitting in the alcove across from the classroom and glared at the figure in the portrait until he left the frame with a loud, disgruntled sigh. “You have my undivided attention.”
“I’m sorry for avoiding you both.”
“It’s fine,” he shrugged nonchalantly and leant back in his seat. “We dropped a lot on you. Anyone would need a moment to think after that.” His eyes roamed over her, taking note of how she was avoiding his gaze and instead focused on her fingers which were currently being twisted together anxiously. “You’ve picked him, haven’t you?”
“What? How - ” Y/N looked up at him in surprise before exhaling slowly. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologising, you walnut?” Sebastian chuckled and came to sit next to her, his shoulder pressed against hers for comfort. “What we said in the Undercroft stands. You’re my best friend - you both are - and you’ll both continue to be after this. I won’t let this come between us.” He reached over to squeeze her hand gently.
“You’re my best friend too. I…I won’t blame you if you need some time.”
“Don’t be daft,” he nudged her with his shoulder. “Who else is going to put up with all my shit?” Y/N laughed quietly at his words, her eyes darting to the side as a couple of students left the Magical Theory classroom. “Have you told him yet?”
“No,” Y/N watched Ominis as he walked out of the men’s bathrooms, unaware of their presence. “I thought it would be fair to speak to you first.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Sebastian rolled his eyes at her before letting out a low whistle. Ominis stopped in his tracks and turned slowly, a frown of confusion on his face. “Over here, Ominis.”
“Hello, Sebastian.” He walked in their direction, the wand guiding him towards the archway for the alcove. “I should have known it was you that whistled; only you would summon me like a dog.” Y/N laughed at his dry comment and watched as he turned in her direction, a breathtaking smile coming over his features when he realised she was there too. “Hello, love.”
“Hi.” Y/N felt her stomach flip pleasantly at the term of endearment, ignoring Sebastian as he playfully pretended to retch. 
“I’ll leave you two alone, now.” Sebastian clapped Ominis on the shoulder and sent Y/N a cheeky wink as he stood up and walked away, his hands tucked into his pockets as he whistled a cheerful tune.
“Subtle.” Ominis’ lip twitched as Sebastian walked away, his heart thumping as he heard Y/N laugh quietly. “How have you been?”
“Oh, you know. Same old drama, different day.”
“Oh?” he smiled slyly and leant against the pillar for the archway and crossed his arms over his chest. “Anything good?” 
“Would you believe both of my best friends admitted to having feelings for me?”
“Well, can you blame them?” Ominis played along. 
“No, I suppose not,” Y/N faked a sigh, a smile playing on the corners of her mouth as she openly stared at the man in front of her. “I’m pretty remarkable.”
“I wholeheartedly agree.” They both chuckled quietly, a comfortable silence falling over them as Ominis shifted so that he sat beside her on the bench. “Have you made a decision?” 
“I have.”
“I see.” He pocketed his wand and turned his head in her direction, his features void of any emotion. “And you’ve told Sebastian already?”
“It was only fair,” Y/N murmured, reaching out to brush the back of his hand. He turned it over without a thought and caught her fingers in his and tangled them together.  “I didn’t want him to find out through the rumour mill that I had chosen you.”
“Me?” Ominis’ cloudy blue eyes met hers with startling precision, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “I thought…”
“You thought I’d choose Sebastian?”
“I mean…well, yes.”
“Ominis Gaunt, for someone who takes so much pride in their intelligence you can be really thick sometimes.” Y/N leant over to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, knowing very well that he did not like public displays of affection. “How could you not tell that I am completely entranced by you?”
“It’s not every day a beautiful woman would pick me over my best friend,” he said quietly, his fingers tightening around hers fractionally. Y/N felt her heart crack in her chest at how despondent he sounded and gently ran her finger over his cheekbone, tracing the beauty marks as she turned his head to face her again.
“Their loss.”
“Are you sure? Would you be able to handle…” Ominis trailed off and gestured to his face, his cheeks tinged pink.
“You better not be about to ask me if I can handle you being blind.”
“It’s not easy to deal with.”
“Maybe not,” Y/N shrugged and turned her body so that she was facing him completely. “Believe it or not, being able to see was not on my list when I made my decision.”
“You made a list?”
“Metaphorically, yes,” she rolled her eyes and let go of his hand to cup his face. “I want to be with you, Ominis. I don’t care that you can’t see.”
“Really?”
“Do you want me to shout it from the rooftops?”
“As entertaining as that would be,” Ominis paused to chuckle and raised his hand to touch Y/N’s face. He trailed his fingers down her cheek gently and traced his thumb over her lips. “Is there anyone around us?”
“No.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Please.” Y/N felt her heart thud in her chest as he leant in and pressed his lips to hers briefly before pulling away and resting his forehead on hers. 
“You have the most beautiful soul I have ever had the pleasure of knowing,” he murmured before leaning in to kiss her again. Ominis decided he would speak to Sebastian later, in private, to ensure he didn’t harbour any resentment towards Y/N’s choice. The three of them had some things to discuss on how they would proceed from here, but that could all be done at a time when Y/N wasn’t running her hands through Ominis’ hair in a way that set every nerve of his alight. He reluctantly pulled away from her and took her hand in his, pulling her to her feet so he could walk her to their next class with a wide smile on his face that he couldn’t quite seem to shake.
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