#also they quite like seb so i suppose they get points back for that

[arthenaa]

insatiable — ominis x fem! reader x sebastian

summary: After your little escapade with the boys, you had begun to see them romantically. overcome with the need to keep you to himself, Sebastian forgets the dangers of a pissed-off Ominis.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit sexual content, m/f/m, you get fucked by ominis, sebastian gets fucked by ominis, choking, degrading, cockwarming, oversensitivity, oral sex, foreplay, ominis being a fucking daddy god, dominis, switch seb, switch reader, masturbation, you watch sebastian get railed hihi, all the nasty shit.

note: here it is, part 2 of carnal (which you can read first btw but this can be read as a stand-alone) anys enjoy <3 i finished at like 5 am.

Being with the boys was wonderful.

It had been a few months after that little escapade at the ministry that prompted that speeding bloom of your relationship with Ominis and Sebastian. Over the course of the last few months, not only had you agreed to a threeway romantic relationship with your best friends but also had spent more time with them for the times that you weren’t able to do so because of your job. A promise to yourself as you tried to be more open to them with your feelings and such.

Because we all know what happened when you didn’t. Years of potential lost because of misguided feelings.

Time with them was splendid. You had gone on dates. Caught up with each others’ latest updates in life. Just the overall getting to know each other on a romantic level. You had begun to see them in different lights as a result. Ominis is a gentle lover. He was a true gentleman at heart and found joy in putting your needs and wants above all else. He opens the door for you, arm ready for you to grab on, brings you breakfast, and all that shebang. You often told him that he doesn’t have to give too much effort and that he was already enough but he told you that he wanted to do this for you. He loved loving you this way and if you’ll allow him, he’ll do it for the rest of his life. You could only purse your lips as an attempt to stop the tears but nevertheless, you allowed the man to do what he wanted.

Sebastian, on the other hand, is a loud lover. He loved showing you off to the world. Judy always joked about how Sebastian always has to have a part of his body sticking close to you or on you. You had tried to push away improper thoughts at the way she said it but you suppose it does hold some truth to it. The man was insatiable for your attention. Loved to be pampered by you to the point that Ominis thinks it's annoying. You think it's quite adorable though. Besides the physical affection, Sebastian always managed to string you along to his mischievous plans. An effect of your previous escapades during your Hogwarts’ days, it had always been your bonding time with Sebastian.

Leave it to Ominis to bust the two of you out of whatever bad situation you got put up in. Sebastian always gets the brunt end of his chastising. The Sallow boy claims that Ominis has too much of a soft spot for you.

Aside from seeing them in this light, you have also gotten to know them….. Sexually.

Sebastian and Ominis were somewhat alike but different from what you expected them to be. Ominis liked being in control; an immediate realization you had after your first sexual encounter with him. Just like his normal self, he prioritizes your pleasure before his. He loved pulling those lovely noises out of you with his skilled fingers and mouth– A talent of his that always seemed to leave you writhing and whimpering in the sheets. While he prioritizes your pleasure, he also loves toying with it. Pulling and pushing back your climax puts a look of pure enjoyment on his face. The sounds of you begging and the grip you have on his arm gives a pleasant flush on his neck. The man enjoys putting you in a torturable experience of a good time.

You can’t complain though. It certainly leaves you with a pleasant ache between your legs and a good night’s sleep.

Sebastian, on the other hand, lives to devour you whole. He won’t stop until he’s satisfied. A downfall on your end. The man has a strong stamina and could go for hours on end. You will not walk for days, that I assure you. Sebastian also has a knack for keeping you to himself and it leaves Ominis angry and in fumes. It certainly has the Sallow boy in punishment with Ominis’s hand on his neck and fucked right in the mattress.

That night gave you a high as you admired Sebastian’s drooling face against Ominis’s shoulder while the blonde straight up railed him in front of you. You think it’s because Sebastian liked riling up the Gaunt. He loved pissing him off and loved to be at the brunt end of his anger. Ominis preferred to do the sexual things together or at least let the other party know. He wanted everyone to be on the same page and Sebastian disobeying that rule always left a bad taste on Ominis’s tongue.

You certainly have come to that conclusion now because you can imagine how pissed Ominis will be when he comes home.

“S-Seb… Wait.” You pant as you try to push the brunette between your legs. Tongue deep within your folds and arms holding you close to his face, Sebastian ignores your pleas as he continues to devour your wet and quivering pussy.

You had been at it for hours. Ominis had work at the ministry while Sebastian and you had the day off. They had been frequenting in your apartment for the last few days, opting to hang in yours due to the wonderful creatures in your basement and the overall homey feel of your flat. Judy didn’t need to come to work today as you had the creatures all handled during your day off. What started as simple cuddling had turned out sexual with Sebastian’s wandering hands.

You lost count of how much the boy had made you come. Your fingers grip tighter on his curls, pushing him away and yet closer as you feel another knot unraveling once more. The man loved the taste of you on his tongue, sucking the juices leaking out of you then licking your clit with vigor. Your thighs shake on his shoulders as your face writhes in pleasure. “I can’t.. Fuck, I can’t— Ngh, please, Sebastian.”

Sebastian looks up at you with eyes darkened from lust as he continues his never-ending ministrations on your swollen pussy. He pulls back, allowing a moment of reprieve. “Yes you can, baby.”

You lift your head, eyes brimming with tears as you lock eyes with him. You shake your head in disagreement but the man only tilts his head with a mocking look of sympathy. “You can and you will.”

You let out a whine as Sebastian pulls you close, putting his mouth on you once more and bringing you close to your orgasm. Your breaths shorten with high pitched whines as you lift yourself up with your elbow while the other grips his curls closer to your heat. “Fuck, fuck Seb. Please please please!”

The brunette smirks against your folds before inserting two fingers at once and curling them up, hitting your spot dead on. Your back arches as your mouth opens into a silent moan. Your thighs close around his face, a pressure he doesn’t seem to mind as your orgasm explodes. The man slurps your release with enthusiasm as you fall back on the sheets, quivering in sensitivity.

You had to harshly pull the man away from your swollen heat as you certainly can’t handle the sensitivity of your nth orgasm. You pant as you cup his face within your hands. He has a dazed look on his face as he licks his lips, humming at the taste. “Mhm, can't get enough of you.”

You smile at his comment before pulling him into a kiss, pulling him to lay on top of you. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he pulls you close by the waist.

After a few moments of making out, you softly pull away, giggling as he chases your lips. You admire the man above you as he looks down at you with lust still evident in his eyes. Whilst admiring, you couldn't help but voice the concern tugging in your mind for the past couple of hours. “Ominis is gonna kill you, love.”

The man laughs. He moves his head down to place soft kisses on your neck, sucking marks on your delicate skin. “Let him.”

“Can���t believe you’re that poetic.” You giggle into his hair as you feel his hands roam your curves with enthusiasm. The man continues to make his way down your neck and then finds his attention on your breasts. You sigh in pleasure as he cups one breast while putting your nipple into his mouth. Your fingers run through his curls gently, pulling him closer against your chest.

“If it gets me fucked through the mattress and limping in the morning then call me Shakespeare.” He mutters, distracted as he licks and sucks your nipple until it's swollen and sensitive. You furrow your eyebrows at the sensation, flinching as he bites it softly. He moves his attention to the other.

"Haha, funny."

Sebastian smiles at your sarcastic tone.

“It’s the third time you’ve done this, I think Ominis is actually going to kill you this time.” You sigh in pleasure as you feel Sebastian’s hard length nudge your entrance. The man hums into your breast causing you to whimper at the feeling. The man pulls away and admires his work, squeezing your breasts for one last feel before moving back up to your face.

He allows himself a moment of tenderness as he brushes stray hair away from your face. You look up at him in awe. You couldn’t believe this man was yours. You admire the beauty of his freckles that were perfectly placed across the soft plane of his cheeks. Your hands reach up to cup his face within your hands, thumb brushing his swollen pink lips.

He places a soft kiss on your lips. “If buried in your perfect fucking pussy is the way I’ll go, then fuck, I’ll welcome whatever muggle heaven awaits me.”

You giggle into his lips as he presses another kiss against yours. Basking into the soft and warm moment, you fail to realize just how long you’ve both been at it. In the corner of your eye, you see a dash of black lean against the doorway. Distracted by the sudden addition of color, your eyes lock with the subject of the conversation.

Arms crossed leaning against the doorway and face riddled with a cold look was Ominis. His face angled towards the bed with his wand gripped within his hand, he raises his free hand to put his index finger towards his lips. He smiles softly at you as he continues to listen from his spot by the door.

You would smile back but Sebastian’s sudden intrusion at your entrance leaves you to moan out loud, grasping his arm as he bottoms out with a groan. He stays still for a moment then begins to slowly move in and out.

Sebastian dives his head on your neck as he continues his slow movements. You whimper as you find comfort in gripping his hair and arm. “Fuck muggle heaven. This is the shit, right here.”

His pace begins to speed up, your moans are suddenly pulled out of you as his hips slap against your ass. Your eyes watch Ominis as he continues to stand from the doorway. You could almost feel yourself whine for his presence but you couldn’t ruin his plan of punishing Sebastian. Sebastian grabs your hip with a bruising grip in one hand as he speeds up his thrusts, leaving you writhing and clawing his arm in pleasure.

“Right there. Right the– Fuck, Sebastian!” You whine as he begins to hit that immaculate spot within you. Sebastian smirks as he angles his hips to pound that spot head on. Your moans turn into shrieks which sets Ominis off.

You watch as the blonde locks eyes with you. You’re scared (and turned on) for a moment that maybe he could see you. It certainly does pull a flush out of your body as you allow yourself to be fucked into the sheets by the distracted brunette.

Deciding that enough is enough, Ominis marches quietly like a snake slithering to its prey. You could feel your orgasm rising and you knew it was going to be interrupted with the way Ominis was approaching. Sebastian was too immersed with the feel of your pussy to notice a looming danger behind him.

Ominis moves with precision. His hand swiftly grabs Sebastian’s throat and pulls his body off of you with a harsh tug. Sebastian lets out a squeak of surprise as the blonde harshly pulls him up against his chest.

You limp against the sheets, eyes trained on the delicious scene in front of you. Sebastian is quivering in Ominis’s hold, his fingers gripping tightly on his throat as Ominis angles his head towards the brunette on his shoulder.

“You just love pissing me off, don't you?” Ominis hums softly in a low voice. Sebastian whimpers in his hold as he reaches up to pull the hold on his neck but the blonde only tightens it.

For a second, you would think that Sebastian was afraid but judging from the way his face flushed and the leaking pre-cum from his cock, you knew he was turned on as fuck.

“O-Ominis,” Sebastian croaked. “I-I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean to what?” Ominis snaps with gritted teeth as he pulls Sebastian closer by the neck. The brunette arches his back, clearly enjoying the manhandling. “Stop playing a fool, Sebastian. It clearly doesn’t suit you.”

“If- if it gets you this worked up,” Sebastian smirks, face dazed with pleasure. “I’d play it so fucking well that you'd have no choice but to believe me, baby.”

The taunt leaves Ominis speechless. You watch as the blonde heaves out a grumble in his chest before harshly pushing Sebastian down on the sheets with his face down and ass up.

Sebastian tilts his head to look up at the domineering figure of his lover. Ominis smirks down at the direction from where he pushed Sebastian. "Let's test that theory, shall we?"

Sebastian looks up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and you could only smirk as he allowed himself to be manhandled to Ominis's taste.

Wanting to greet the man, you stand up from the bed, slightly wavering in your stance from the amount of orgasms you endured. You walk up towards Ominis and gently cupped his cheeks. The man softens at your touch.

"Hey, darling." Ominis greets gently as his hands feel your waist and pull you close to him. You place your arms around his neck, glancing at Sebastian quivering pathetically on the bed. You smile as you place a kiss on Ominis's lips, moaning as he deepens it.

"How was your day?" He asks as if Sebastian isn't butt naked, ass up, back arched and whimpering on the sheets. You giggle at his nonchalance.

"It was okay. I missed you, though." You respond as he pulls you into a tender hug. His hands wander up to your ribs and then back down, squeezing your ass deliciously, it leaves you moaning at his touch. You hear Sebastian whimpering from his spot on the bed, clearly jealous of your sounds of affection.

"I'll deal with him first then I'll be right with you, little dove." He whispers into your ear, patting your ass two times before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. You decide to let him have his fun and wait for his orders as you sit down by the headboard of the bed.

Sebastian pants in excitement as Ominis begins to undress himself, leaving only his dress shirt, tie and slacks. The blonde then pulls his tie from his neck, feeling the soft material between his fingertips.

"I've reminded you twice already, Sebastian." Ominis calmly reprimands as he gathers Sebastian's hands behind his back. The brunette's breathing quickens as the tie encases his wrists in a tight knot, not allowing him any movement. "I don't like repeating myself."

"I'm sorry." Sebastian tries to appease the blonde's anger, moaning as Ominis's hips press against his bare ass. The blonde's hands caress the soft skin of his butt, fondling the brunette's bottom. Sebastian whimpers as the hardening bulge of Ominis's cock press against his opening. "You know, I can't take my hands off her. I can't—"

"Precisely why you're a fucking pain in the ass," Ominis growls as he grinds his cock against Sebastian's ass. The brunette pathetically sobs against the sheets. "Can't keep your hands to yourself. How pathetic."

Fuck. This is so fucking hot.

You're entranced at their intimate display. Ominis with his domineering power and Sebastian willingly submitting at Ominis's hard and cruel touch. You could feel your pussy leak with excitement and want.

"I've already taught you once." Ominis moves to the side to grab a vial of liquid on the bedside table before moving back to his position behind Sebastian. The blonde then pours the liquid on Sebastian's hole. The brunette jolts at the feeling of the cold liquid dripping down his ass. Ominis laughs softly as Sebastian flinches in sensitivity as his fingers gently rub his hole. "I can do it again."

Not given the chance to respond, Sebastian loudly moans at the intrusion of two fingers. Ominis hums deeply as he revels in the feel of Sebastian's inner walls.

Aroused by the sight, you decide to add to Sebastian's suffering. Opening your legs, your hand moves down to rub your clit, moaning at the sight in front of you. Sebastian looks up with a groan.

"Bloody hell. I'm going crazy." Sebastian whines, his eyes watching your pretty pink pussy dribble out juices as you rub your cunt.

Ominis smiles at the added sound of your moans. Motivated by your voice, he adds another finger in Sebastian. The brunette yells into the sheets as Ominis hits the spot within him.

"Fuck. Ominis. Please! Just fuck me!" Sebastian yells in frustration as he grips the material wrapped around his wrists, veins bulging at how tight he's gripping it. The blonde chuckles at his frustration as he continues his ministrations. "Do it right now or I'll—"

A hand grabs Sebastian's hair out of nowhere, causing him to be cut off from his rambling. The brunette whimpers, reminded of his place as Ominis covers Sebastian's back with his body. The blonde leans close to his ear. "Or you'll what? C'mon, say it. You've been so fucking noisy the past few minutes and now you decide to shut up? Fucking pussy."

The blonde shoves him face down against the sheets and pulls out his fingers. Sebastian whines at the loss of stimulation. He then hears the drop of a belt. His heart drops at Ominis's next words. "Want me to fuck you, hm?"

"Yes, yes, yes— please. Give it to me, please. I'll take it. I'll take it so good please—" Sebastian begs, tears dripping from his eyes.

Your fingers continue to stimulate you as you insert them inside. You smile in satisfaction as Sebastian cowers like a submissive pup under Ominis's body.

"Shut the fuck up." Ominis mutters with nonchalance as he grabs the shaft of his dick and slaps it against Sebastian's opening.

Without warning, the blonde thrusts inside causing the brunette to yell at the intrusion. You were sure the neighbors will be knocking at your door tomorrow morning.

"T-Thank you." Sebastian whimpers as Ominis heads straight into it, moving his hips fast and unforgiving. The brunette takes it like a champ, sobbing into the sheets as Ominis's cock hits his spot again and again.

Sebastian looks up in a daze, eyes locked with yours as you smile down at him. Ominis seems to have noticed his distraction by you and leans down to pull him up against his chest.

The brunette rests his head against his shoulder as Ominis wraps a hand around his throat. "She can't help you. Focus up."

Right now, you have the hottest fucking view there is. Sebastian's cock bounces against his stomach at Ominis's harsh thrust. His back is arched perfectly so that his body is positioned so deliciously to look at. Ominis looks even more ravishing with his jaw clenched as he burrows his head on Sebastian's neck, hand gripping his throat as he continues to rail the brunette. Your fingers try to match the timing of his thrusts.

Sebastian lets out loud whines to the point that the blonde had to shift his hold from his neck to his mouth. The blonde's thrusts speed up faster and harder. "O-Ominis—Right there, fuck."

"Here?" Ominis snarls as he gives him a hard thrust against the spot. Sebastian sobs at the intense pleasure. "Yeah, feels good huh?"

"Oh, fuck. God, I—"

Sebastian's climax is unexpected. The brunette's eyes roll back and his body limps in Ominis's arms as strips of thick white liquid stream out of his cock. You whine as you feel your orgasm coming but stop as your wrist cramps. Ominis thrusts for a few more seconds before slowly stopping, hugging Sebastian's figure close as he lets him calm himself down from his climax.

Pressing chaste kisses on his neck he gently places Sebastian down on the bed, beside you. The brunette only whimpers, still basking in his post-orgasm haze. The blonde unties the restraints, allowing Sebastian reposition comfortably.

You turn to Ominis who pauses for a few seconds, still caressing Sebastian's back. You whine, feeling pent up from the lack of orgasm. "Ominis…"

The blonde hears your pleas as he leaves one last kiss on Sebastian's temple before walking over to your side of the bed. He leans down to press his lips onto you, diving into your arms.

"I missed you." You whine pitifully as you caress his face. He leans into your touch, pressing soft kisses on your wrist.

"I'm sorry it took so long. I'm here now," He mumbles quietly, hands moving to your hips as he grinds against your soft pussy. You moan at the stimulation. "I'll take care of you."

He places a chaste kiss on your cheek before he pushes in. Your breaths quicken as you begin to regain the pleasure of what Sebastian once gave you moments ago. The blonde moves as your pussy takes him without hesitation. You revel in low groans and pants. "If there's one thing Sebastian did right, it's preparing you for me. Fuck baby, you feel so good."

"I feel good?" You question dumbly as your eyes fixate on Ominis's handsome face. He licks his lips before smiling.

"Yeah you do baby. This pussy keeps me up all night when you're not with me." He mumbles as he lifts your leg up to rest against his shoulder. His thrusts quicken. "Can't stop thinking about you."

You whine at his confession. You could feel the incoming edge of your orgasm return. Your hands grab his arms positioned on both sides of your head. You know he's almost close as well from the way he's becoming a bit inconsistent with his rhythm.

"You close baby?" He asks as he feels your thighs shake within his grasp. You hum in agreement as your nails dig into his arm, creating red dents into his flawless skin.

"Inside please, fuck— Inside me." You sob as you try to pull the blonde closer. His tip begins hammering against your sweet spot causing you to tip over the edge and come within his touch. Ominis comes shortly after, groaning as he spurts his release in you. You moan in satisfaction at the warm feeling of his come.

The blonde sighs as he drops his head on your shoulder. There's a lapse of silence before Ominis shifts the two of you with him under you this time. You moan softly as he jostles his length inside you due to the movement. You turn towards him, kissing his lips softly.

"Can I just… ?" He trails off as his hands caress your thigh, silently motioning towards his dick still nestled within you. You giggle before kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, feel's nice." You hum as you gently grind against Ominis's length. The blonde quietly groans at your ministrations but lets you be as it provides enough stimulation but not enough to start another round, yet.

Your eyes glance toward the brunette beside you, eyes swollen with tears as he sleeps quietly. You smile at the thought of Sebastian coming so hard that he passed out.

"Is he asleep?" Ominis asks as he places a hand on your hip, gently encouraging your grinding. You hum as you pepper kisses on the blonde's face.

"Like a baby. You made him pass out. Good job." You quipped, earning a chuckle from the blonde.

"He always got a bit too excited when it comes to riling me up. Serves him right." Ominis sighs in pleasure as he feels your cunt squeeze his length. You could feel a second round coming around the corner.

Ominis pulls you in a tender kiss before thrusting up against you, causing you to moan in pleasure.

"You're both going to kill me." You whisper against his lips as you begin to increase your movements against his cock. Ominis smirks at your words.

His hands grip your hips as he begins the second round, fucking up against your pussy. You moan at his sudden movements.

"We just can't get enough of you, baby."

A/N: ITS FUCKING DONE i finished this at 5 am ,, absolute fucking filth yall

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt smut #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian x reader x ominis #silver trio smut

[luna-rainbow]

Thanks for your answer for the last ask.

What is wrong with the writers of the new MCU material? Do they just hate Bucky, especially the writer of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier (he's NOT the Winter Soldier anymore!)? Did Bucky kick their cat or something? This hatred and victim blaming is not justified! "Oh Bucky's just a cray-cray psycho killing machine with cool metal arm but probably belongs in a padded cell. Lol he says he had no choice such a lame excuse..."

Soo…I don’t know if people still remember the rumours from back in 2021 and I don’t know how much of it is true, but my guess at it is this: there were supposed to be two main writers on the series. Spellman was supposed to take Sam’s story, while the other guy wrote Bucky’s story. For whatever reason, the other guy quit before he finished, and didn’t give the writing team enough time to put things together.

From a story craft point of view, Bucky’s story in TFATWS reeks of first-draft-ism. It’s a scattered plot of events that don’t quite string together, and a self-contradictory characterisation that hasn’t yet been smoothed over (but was made a little more believable by Sebastian’s efforts). You can tell some central character themes had been planted in the first draft — the PTSD, the guilt, the messy way he’s trying to relearn how to interact with people (Yori, Sam and later the Wakandans), the struggle with breaking free of his past. These were all strong, interesting character beats for Bucky to work through, and it honestly could have been a good story. And I think that’s when the original writer bailed.

When Spellman picked up this draft, he was pressed for time, he hadn’t watched CATWS and he never thought he’d needed to know about Bucky’s story, so he reads TheMovieSpoiler summary of the movie and tries to piece the rest of the story together. But Bucky’s not his priority nor his interest. There’s already beats of the story that were planned and have to be there for IP reasons. So beyond what was already in the first draft as mentioned above, Bucky is made to be the fall guy to make the rest of the plot happen. Zemo’s release — well we can’t make Sam help break out the criminal that killed an African king so we’ll make Bucky do it, who cares if it makes no sense for his character. The counselling session — the show’s few moments of levity, doesn’t matter that it makes no sense but hey, forced homoeroticism is hilarious, isn’t it? The Wakandan three-way fight — I may be remembering this wrong but I think Skogland said it was one of the first scenes that she had planned for. That fight had to happen, and again Bucky was made to provoke the Wakandans to the point Seb had to step in and say, almost literally, “he would not fucking say that” to make them wind back the animosity between Bucky and Ayo. Sam’s suit — oh no we can’t have Sam asking for it himself that would be too egocentric, we also can’t have Wakandans offering because well, not like the plot actually made Sam a strong ally for Wakanda, so we get Bucky asking for Sam’s suit to be made minutes after he fixes his mistake of releasing Zemo. It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t make sense if it’s Bucky doing it, cos I really think by this stage Spellman didn’t give a shit about a character that wasn’t supposed to be his responsibility in the first place. It’s like when you’re doing group project and your teammate bails on you, you’re gonna do just enough to get that pass but you ain’t putting in the effort for a distinction cos just looking at the unfinished work is pissing you off. So then Bucky also becomes the token white male who pushes all the wrong buttons during the few token racism scenes cos we gotta make Walker have some redeemable qualities and he’s already a dick so we can’t make him racist too.

So instead of having a thoughtful story about a veteran trying to grapple with his guilt and PTSD and lack of agency and making some mistakes along the way, you get a weird disjointed plot of some guy…with some bad dreams…who randomly does things for no good personal reason…who gets made the butt of the joke for the stuff he’s experienced cos he’s got a metal arm and super soldier serum how hard could it have been he just needs to go and apologise for killing people while simultaneously having multiple poignant scenes portraying his lack of agency.

Every writer who tells you “a hero is only as interesting as the villain” just secretly wants to write a simpable villain. And when that writer isn’t very skilled, you get the disaster of TFATWS where a lot of effort is spent on making Zemo funny and personable, and Walker nuanced and sympathetic, instead of making either of the titular heroes funny or personable or nuanced or sympathetic. And yeah, I really don’t think Spellman ever cared enough about Bucky to want to make him sympathetic…or a hero. Remember when he said Bucky pulling open the van door was the first time Bucky has ever been a hero? Fuck right off with that.

#bucky barnes #tfatws critical #asks

[mrsbrookemunson]

I have a Sebastian Sallow request for you!!! Reader and Sebastian are the top two duelers at Hogwarts, and they’re each others enemies. They always bicker and try to one up each other. Everyone is sure they hate each other. But then comes the last championship day of duels, and in the duel before she’s supposed to fight Sebastian, she gets really hurt and Sebastian panics and rushes her to the hospital wing. They realize they actually like each other and perhaps some love confessions??

You're a real one for this - aka one of my favorite writers 💕 I changed up the request a little to make it more angsty—I still hope you like it 🥹 Also - hey guys! I am new in the Hogwarts Legacy writing community, but I've been known for my James Potter and Remus Lupin fics - along with some other fan favorites.

Warnings: *Not Proofread*, Canon violence (blood, injury, fighting), insecurities, slight dark!seb in this, mentions of gameplay (slight spoiler warning), fem!reader, she/her pronouns, "MC' insert, heavy angst in the beginning and a bittersweet ending (can be left up to interpretation) This is like a complete alternative of what happened in the game. Be warned *insert evil smile*.

Word Count: 2343

Darkness.

That's all she saw in that moment. She could hear her own heartbeat, the blood rushing through her veins, her own slow, shaky, weak breaths as the pain of breathing soon subsided into numbness.

Where did it all go wrong?

The image of his eyes nearly black as the night sky, and that haunting smirk on his face that she grew so fond over.

Fond. Now that was one way to describe. No - she didn't hate him, but he hated her. Her feelings were quite the opposite, that soon behind each bicker and snicker grew a warmth in her chest - a fire that she learned to contain within herself, it would've only been a matter of time till she burnt herself.

Was it love?

It felt like life threw her warnings left, right, and center - that love only causes pain. She didn't think the pain would be so bad to the point where it led to her death. Though, as she slowly accepted the darkness behind her eyelids, she thought... maybe death wouldn't be so bad if it meant escaping the reality of heartbreak. Until she was drawn back out again.

Where did it all go so wrong?

They've been together through so much. He was the only person - besides Professor Fig - who she thought listened to her.

Oh how he listened to her...

"Let me see if I've got this straight. You have Ranrok and Rookwood after you because of something you found at Gringotts - where you ended up via a portkey. You can see traces of ancient magic that you think Ranrok is trying to harness. And now you've been witnessing memories left by 'keepers'? Oh! And this house belonged to a Hogwarts professor - who was one of these 'non-quidditch' keepers - hundreds of years ago." He shifted on his feet. "If I didn't know you - " His smile, it could send her over a million times. " - I'd think you were pulling my leg."

In that moment she couldn't believe her ears - had there really been someone in her life that truly listened to her?

"You're not listening to me!"

"Why would I listen to someone so ignorant?"

She cursed at herself, hearing the slight crack in her voice, and from her vision becoming blurry with tears. "Maybe your uncle was right... you don't know when to stop."

"Oh, I do know when to stop."

It felt like it only got worse after that. He was always disagreeing and trying to start arguments with her. Not thinking before acting. Who once always listened to her soon became a brick wall. Maybe she should've voiced her worries, maybe then she would've been able to salvage the already broken pieces of their friendship.

But, she didn't.

Instead, she chose to turn her back on him and walk away. She chose to avoid him - to ignore him. The number of letters that he sent increased every day when she simply tucked them away without reading them. Her stomach twisted and turned doing so - but it was better than the outcome that most-likely would've happened if she chose to stay.

And when the year ended, winning the battle against Ranrok, losing Professor Fig, she had the slightest sliver of hope that he would've spoken to her - grieved for her - oddly enough, she wanted him to yell at her for being stupid enough to go into such a war without his help. But, he didn't - and she felt foolish for thinking he would.

Would they ever speak again?

"MC, Mister Sallow - up onto the dueling platform," Professor Hecat instructed.

She swore she heard him grumble something under his breath. She noticed how Sebastian's physique changed over the summer after their fifth year. He became taller, his voice got deeper, his eyes became darker, and his skin got paler. Merlin, he looked sickly.

She glanced at him, cautiously before stepping up onto the platform.

She lost. He laughed. How cruel.

"She thinks just because she won a battle against Ranrok, she's the best dueler at the school."

It spread like wildfire.

Lucan was all over it. It seemed as though the two best duelers competing against each other was his way of keeping students engaged in his little 'unsanctioned' club.

It became much bigger than that.

Darkness.

"MC?" she heard a voice call out. "MC?! Wake up!"

"What have you done?"

Time slipped away from her. Seventh year came around, and no progress was made between her and the boy she desired in a way that was almost like a lucid dream. He was right there, she could touch him, feel him if she wanted to - but she knew, if she gave in - she'd wake up.

She didn't want to wake up.

Her own body didn't listen and her eyes cracked open. It was too bright to truly process her surroundings and the pain came back as if she was hit by a train. Her head hurt and it became hard to breathe again.

Why couldn't she breathe?!

Sobs escaped her when she felt something sticky on her hands. She looked down and saw blood soaking through her dueling clothes. She started to hyperventilate.

Hands came to grasp her face and she was met with brown eyes. Not the dark - nearly black - she found herself getting used to. No. Brown. Brown like honey, golden like the sun, melted chocolate she wanted to drown - merlin they were beautiful. Such eyes didn't deserve to hold tears nor look so broken, they deserved to be crinkled by smiling and closed by laughing too hard.

"S-Sebastian?" she called out in a rasp.

He shushed her and ran a hand down her head to soothe her wild, untamed hair. His eyes then widened when he pulled his hand away abruptly to glance down at his fingertips. That's when tears began to fall down his rosy, freckled cheeks. "It'll be okay, we're getting you help, okay?"

She couldn't quite understand him, like she was underwater. She felt dizzy and her eyes were getting heavy again.

"No - no - no, don't close your eyes." He patted her face. "Please, don't close your eyes. I need you to stay awake... help is on their way," he paused. "Stay awake from me."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Why would I do anything for you anymore?" she whispered.

His face contorted into one that expressed such hurt. "Wh - what?"

"After everything... why do you even care? You hate me."

His eyes widen. "H - Hate you? I never said - "

"Don't lie to me..." she cried. "You - you did this, didn't you?" She grew angry. "And to think I would've given you the world if you had just listened to me!" She struggled to raise her voice causing her to violently cough. "To think I loved you..." Her head rolled and he instinctively readjusted to keep her head steady.

"MC? MC?!" He shook her as he cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry - you're right - it's all my fault - "

"Step aside! Let us through!" Professor Sharp shouted over all the students panicked filled voices.

Professor Weasley, and Professor Hecat followed him.

Sebastian held onto her tight and attempted to wake her up once more. He pressed his fingers to her wrist, but couldn't find anything. Panic struck him like lightning, he leaned down to press his ear to her chest. Her heartbeat barely there. He watched as her skin was losing its color and he suddenly felt sick.

What had he done?

A couple days had passed and MC had not woken up, yet. But, she was alive... surrounded by gifts and 'get well soon' cards. Sebastian hadn't left her side and practically begged the professors to induce a punishment after she had woken. In this moment, he felt the need to be by her side.

The guilt was eating at him alive, already have gotten a lectured from the professors, Ominis, Natty, Poppy, Imelda - Hell, even Lucan was scolding him, adding the point that his club is ruined because of his actions. He couldn't stop thinking about what she said before she knocked out.

She loved him...

That thought sent butterflies throughout his whole body. And Merlin, he wishes she'd wake so he could say it back a million times over between apologies. Loved... Did she still love him? That dawned on him. He gripped her hand tightly in his as the fear crept in - this could be the last chance he has to ever act of feelings rather than insecurities.

When did it all go so wrong? he wondered.

"I love you too," he whispered to her in the dark infirmary. "I've loved you since you beat me in that duel to be honest." He chuckled, dryly. "My new charge." He smiled fondly over the memory. "That day we fought that troll, I must admit I was a little jealous. I wanted to prove to you that I could be your... 'knight in shining armor' as awful as that sounds..." He frowned. "But, you didn't need me. You never needed me." He shook his head. "You are stronger than you know." Tears began to flood his eyes. "I'm sorry I hurt you - I hurt you more times than I can count and - " He swallowed. "It will haunt me everyday pass death. Every time I close my eyes, it's a replay of what I did, a neverending nightmare where I see my reflection of who I've truly become. To the point i can't sleep or eat." He weeped. "Everyone was right. I don't know when to stop. And because of that I lose everyone around me... Maybe my uncle was right about me. Maybe I should just leave and never return." He raised her hand and gently kissed her knuckles. "As much as I'd miss Ominis, and Anne, and you - I'd probably be for the best... I'm just a disaster waiting to happen."

MC began to stir on the bed, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "I did need you, you know," she whispered. "I needed you when it came to Ranrok, and when I lost Professor Fig - you were the only person I truly wanted to be there with me, but you weren't. And part of that is my fault... for so long - I just wanted you, it didn't matter what you had done, but I knew if I went to you my love for you would only grow and I knew that wasn't in the cards for us. You wanted so badly to save Anne, I knew I couldn't fit in there and it would've been selfish fo me to."

"I would've preferred you to be selfish rather than you shut me out."

"I never did such a thing! I tried talking to you but you'd never listen to me."

"Because i was angry - I was angry at where my life had become and who I was becoming and I knew if I opened my mouth I'd ruin everything between us."

"There was nothing between us!"

"I wanted there to be!"

"Well, I guess it didn't matter because look where we are now!"

He pulled his hand away to drag it over his face, using both hands to rub at his eyes. "What went so wrong between us?" he questioned, defeated.

They sat there in silence. It wasn't uncomfortable - but tensions were high. Thoughts coursing through both of their minds at a frantic, overwhelming pace.

MC closed her eyes to try and steady herself mentally. She sighed, "Sebastian I - "

"I want us to start over again, from the very beginning."

She looked rather surprised to hear him blurt out such a thought. "And what? Forget everything that's we've been through together?"

"No, but... we can at least try to move on." He sounded so hopeful. "At least give me a chance."

She laid back in her bed and observed him in silence. The way his eyes were practically pleading her to say yes, to give him relief of what she could tell had been weighing him down for the last two years.

"We'll get it right this time, I promise," he begged and reached out to grab her hand again. His dark circles became more prominent as they were glazed with tears. The moonlight seeping through the windows made him look like a crestfallen angel. "Please."

Her heart squeezed at the sound and sight. With hesitation she spoke, "My name is MC, I started in Hogwarts as a fifth year and crazily enough I can see traces of ancient magic and am known as the 'Hero of Hogwarts' because I defeated Ranrok and ultimately ended the Goblin War."

His smile left her breathless. Weak, yet so powerful. His shoulders lowered drastically with a shaky exhale. "That is a lot to take in... but I wouldn't mind listening to you talk for hours on hand if that's what if takes for you to tell me everything I missed."

"Quite the commitment you're willing to make..." she paused. "And your name is?"

He smiled a little wider. "Sebastian Sallow - and as a note - I am known for committing to something till the end. I don't easily give up."

She returned the smile. "Good to know."

"And to add onto that - I'd wait for you as long as the Earth spins until you are ready to accept me once again as who I once was."

She gave him a rather mocked look of suspicion. "You won't go changing on me, will you?"

He shook his head, hastily. "Never, this - what you see right here - this is what you're getting, nothing else."

She was crying along with him at this moment - but more in relief that she didn't have to carry the burden of her true feelings any long. And she knew - deep down - it would take time, step-by-step opening herself up to him as he would to her. But, she'll consider it yet another quest that she couldn't wait to finish, knowing it'll lead to the next part of their lives together. So, with a soft grin -

"How can I refuse?"

The end.

Should I make a part two - almost like an epilogue?

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[sxnshinericciardo]

wait wait omg what about sewis with " sharing clothes in a totally friendly way" if you please?? i feel like lewis' fashion w seb would be incredible

i fear that this might be very different from what you imagined when you sent this request 😅, but the idea took hold of me so this is what we’re getting! hope you like it babe 💛.

warnings: takes place post-sex (nothing that happened is described), mentioned nudity but nothing is described, a few swear words, does not take place after any particular race.

here’s the prompt list this is from, feel free to send a prompt + a ship!

SHIRT SWAP. ❨ sewis. ❩

lewis doesn’t even realize he’d fallen asleep until the sound of the bathroom door opening wakes him up.

reluctantly peeling his eyes open, he watches the hotel room briefly illuminate from the bathroom’s light before it’s abruptly switched off and seb steps back into the room. it doesn’t take long for lewis’s eyes to adjust, given the bright moonlight spilling through the room’s flimsy curtains, and he can see that seb is wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and some soft shorts, his shower-damp hair clinging to the back of his neck.

it’s definitely a change from the position he’d had the other man in less than twenty minutes ago, and for just a moment, lewis allows himself to think that seb looks just as beautiful right now as he did then.

but seb starts to move back towards the bed, his steps slow and leisurely, and lewis forces himself to shake the thought out of his head. he rolls over a little, tugging the sheets a little higher around his shoulders, but they fall off anyway when seb pulls them back to climb into bed.

“you need to shower,” seb murmurs, pulling the covers over his waist as he sits down and reaching over to grab his phone. “you still smell like motor oil, you’re going to stink up the bed.”

the words are lightly teasing but also serious, and lewis makes a point of grumbling as he heaves his tired body out of bed, taking in a sharp breath when the air of the hotel room, not cold but chillier in comparison to the warm sheets, hits his fully naked body.

“don’t be so dramatic,” seb teases as lewis trudges toward the bathroom, the exhaustion of the race earlier and their recent activities weighing down his steps. “the world is not going to end if you’re out of bed for a few minutes.”

“don’t think that’s what you were thinking a few minutes ago,” lewis quips back, and hearing an indignant huff and some shuffling behind him, he darts the rest of the way into the bathroom and shuts the door, just in time for the pillow seb’s thrown to hit the wood instead of him. he laughs loudly, their familiar back-and-forth suddenly making him feel a lot more energetic.

“oh, fuck you,” he can hear seb mutter, the comforting german accent muffled by the closed door.

“you just did, mate,” he says, raising his voice slightly so seb can hear, and laughs again when he hears another pillow hit the door before finally stepping into the shower.

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it’s not exactly new, this thing between them. they’ve been doing it since they were both much younger, still basically horny teenagers who needed someone to fall into bed with after a race, either to celebrate a victory or try to feel better after a disappointment. it had tapered off somewhat towards the end of seb’s f1 career, with both of them maintaining that it was probably best to start getting used to not doing it before seb was actually gone, and this is the first time they’ve done it since the german has started coming to races again. lewis isn’t quite sure whether seb thought lewis wanted to do it or the action was driven by his own desires, but either way, seb had pulled him into a hug after today’s race, congratulated him on his podium, and pulled away with his hotel room keycard in lewis’s back pocket.

they’ve never exactly named it, what this whole thing is, either. lewis supposes the most correct definition would be friends with benefits, but it’s more than that, at least to him. he and seb have always had a connection, one that goes deeper than friendship; they understand each other, more than even others in the sport understand them, and they care about each other in a way that lewis doubts even the drivers who are the best of friends do. (except for maybe charles and pierre, but those two were practically in diapers together so it’s a little bit different; they’re in each other’s minds because they were around each other while their minds were still developing, not because they had an instant, innate connection the way lewis and seb did.)

but their little arrangement isn’t exactly romantic, either. they kiss, sure, and it’s nice, but they only do it because they both agree that sex doesn’t feel right without kissing, not because of any kind of sentimentality. and it’s not like they cuddle or fall asleep together or anything afterwards; whichever one of them whose room it isn’t gives himself a few minutes to calm down and get dressed before he leaves and goes to fall asleep in his own room, back to being alone in bed.

which… isn’t ideal, at least not for lewis. in private moments like this, with hot water falling around him and drowning out the world as it runs into his ears, he can admit to himself that he wants to stay, wants to fall asleep with his head snuggled into seb’s neck, able to feel the german’s heartbeat beneath his fingers as he drifts off. and he can also admit that he’s wanted this, wanted more, for a while, wanted it before seb even announced his retirement and wanted to stop what they were doing and left him without the one person who’d always been his anchor in this sport and kiss he had shared with someone to try and get over the departure tasting like ash and a very misplaced feeling of infidelity.

not that matters, not really. well, it matters to him, obviously, it matters more than any race or any championship he’s ever won or might win in the future. but it doesn’t matter in the long run. because seb doesn’t want any more than what they have now, and no matter how much it hurts to push his own desires aside, lewis is going to have to accept that. because he knows, more surely than he knows anything else - he’d rather have this ache in his chest for the rest of his life than risk ruining his relationship with seb. even if he doesn’t know, may never know, exactly what the fuck their relationship is.

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it’s only when lewis steps out of the shower - after probably taking way too long, and he hopes seb isn’t annoyed with him for that - that he realizes he didn’t bring any clothes into the bathroom with him. even though there’s very little point in it considering seb has definitely seen every inch of him by this point in their lives, he wraps a towel around his waist before exiting the bathroom, leaving the light on so he can see without just going by the moonlight.

seb’s still sitting up on his phone, the pale light making his eyes shine in a way that’s totally different from how the moonlight made them look, and lewis has to force himself to stop noticing seb’s eyes as he makes his way to where their clothes had been discarded on the floor, two piles of fabric right next to each other.

“you took your time,” seb notes lightly, glancing up from his screen. his thumbs are still tapping away even though he isn’t looking - probably answering emails from whatever charity he’s working with at the moment, and lewis really has to force himself not to think about how much he loves the german’s dedication. “i was just joking, you know, you didn’t actually smell bad.”

“we really need to work on your joking voice, then, ‘cause you sounded fully serious,” lewis teases back, immediately followed up by, “where is my fucking shirt?” because he’s going through his puddle of clothes and looking around on the floor and under the chairs and the thing is not there. “did you see if it went under the bed or-”

it’s at that point he realizes that the shirt seb had discarded is still lying amongst the rest of his clothes. he also registers, a second later, a slight embarrassed hitch in seb’s breathing, and jerks his head up to look at the beautiful man sitting in his queen-sized hotel bed.

sitting there, lewis finally realizes, in his shirt.

seb clears his throat awkwardly, face flushing a bit in the glow of his phone screen. “i didn’t mean to grab it,” he says, sounding very much like he’s trying not to let his voice waver. “i didn’t even notice it was yours until i went to put it on after the shower. and, i mean-” he glances down at his lap for a second, muttering the last bit. “it’s comfortable. and it smells like you.”

and lewis’s first instinct is to make another teasing comment about how, according to seb himself, he doesn’t smell very good at all. but the words die on their way to his throat, drowned out by the sudden overwhelming feeling of warmth in his chest and the epiphany that, without him even realizing it, the exact change in his relationship with seb had already been made.

well. now that he’d actually caught up and realized it, might as well take advantage.

“‘s alright, mate,” he responded flippantly, bending down to grab his boxers from the floor and dropping the towel long enough to yank them on. “i hardly ever sleep with a shirt on anyway. besides…” he looks back to the beautiful man in the bed and, taking a slightly terrifying chance, winks. “it looks better on you than it did on me.”

the flush on seb’s cheeks gets a little deeper, and gives an internal celebratory fist pump. then, before he can lose his courage while he’s already ahead, he drapes his towel over the bathroom door and makes his way back to the bed, sliding under the covers next to seb.

“oh,” seb exclaims, looking over at lewis as he adjusts the covers around himself. “you’re… you’re staying?”

“yeah,” lewis replies, a stab of anxiety and doubt shooting through his chest, and he looks up at seb, suddenly feeling his earlier courage drain out of him. “do you… not want me to?”

his voice is small. he doesn’t hate it so much as he hates the fact that seb has to hear him like that.

but then a breathless, nervous smile takes over the german’s face, and seb is giving a small nod. “i do,” he says, voice soft, accent a little bit thicker. “i do want you to.”

and all at once, the anxiety is gone, replaced by bright sunbeams bursting into lewis’s chest, making him break out in a half-giddy returning smile.

“okay,” he replies, voice even softer than seb’s - and whether that’s just to match his tone or because of the breathless exhilaration taking over him, he can’t quite tell. “then i guess i’ll stay.”

“okay,” seb repeats, nodding again, still smiling, and then they don’t say anymore. they keep looking at each other for a minute, a silence exchange of all the words it’s definitely too soon to say but that they’ve both been thinking for ages, and then seb reluctantly turns back to his phone and keeps typing away. lewis lays his head down, closing his eyes - he really is exhausted, from the race and the sex and the emotions and everything - and just as he can feel sleep drifting into his senses, he hears the rustle of seb sliding a hand under the covers, and feels familiar fingers lacing with his own.

lewis doesn’t open his eyes. he just joins his fingers with seb’s, gives them one slight, loving squeeze, and slides into sleep with a faint smile on his face.

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[azzy421]

Hello as a huge fan of Lucky 13, like to the point of being unhinged.... Can I ask you about writing Sebastian's depression, and how you write AROUND it because I found it so interesting and gripping!! Like even when it was his POV it was like I as a reader was trying to dig deeper all the time and he wasn't giving anything away

Ooh this is something I am actually proud of! Thank you! Lengthy blathering below the cut...

So the main thing I didn't want to do with Lucky Thirteen was to make it about Seb's breakdown and depression. I deliberately left the details of what led up to the breakdown vague. I factored it into the story quite early on as a reason why he'd ended up where he was - back in Germany, teaching karting, hiding himself away from the world - but the last thing I wanted to do was to make it a 'depression cured by romance' story. Instead I sort of wanted the reader to discover the past 10 years in a fairly organic way, because it's not something Seb wants to dwell on ( though whether that is entirely healthy or not is debatable); we get a hint in the first chapter, but it's not until Lewis actually asks in chapter 5 that we get more info.

“What happened?” Lewis asks. It’s gentle, and it hurts.

“Well,” Seb says, and takes a large gulp of wine, and then puts it down on the table. “Let’s see. 2022, wasn’t it?” Lewis nods, his eyes big and dark. “I, I suppose I did - I, I retired. And then - you know what, I wanted to do something big. Not like racing. I wanted to change the world. I wanted to fix it. All the stupid, broken things. I was so angry. I wanted nothing to do with F1, I wanted nothing but some kind of clean slate and I just - I threw myself into it, I suppose.”

“You were doing quite a bit for a while,” Lewis says. "I saw, I mean, various projects."

“Yes, a lot,” Seb says. “Most of them were failures. Maybe, maybe too much. I don’t know, perhaps I should have learned this earlier in life, but - there’s only so much love you can throw at something that you can’t fix. Money, time, energy, I - I thought I could change the world with that. And you know what? I couldn’t. People - didn’t want to listen to my ideas about climate change, about renewable fuel. They didn’t want to know, but I wasn’t sleeping, I couldn’t stop. I kept going. I -”

“Sebastian -”

“I burned out,” Seb says simply. “Somewhere around ‘27. I just, one day I couldn’t get out of bed. It hurt. I didn’t care about - anything, much. I’d given so much and it was not enough. Should have learned that with Ferrari,” he adds in an attempt at humour, but Lewis doesn’t laugh. “And, yes, so. A year or so of - that. And then I saw this - article, about the karting group. They were closing down, and I, I thought - this. I can fix this. And I did. Bought into the track, one last investment. And I - well, you know the rest, really. I try to make a smaller difference.”

“Sebastian,” Lewis says sombrely. “Jesus, Seb, I - didn’t know.”

Seb doesn't want to talk about it or think about it before that point, really. By the time Lucky Thirteen is set, honestly, he's pretty much recovered. It's definitely left a mark, though, most obviously in that he's moved on from wanting to change the world to wanting to make a difference in a smaller, more personal way - but also he knows his own limits, and he's had to learn to accept help rather than to always be the one with the answers. And of course he's still protecting himself - from the world of F1, from falling for Lewis, from things that have hurt him in the past - and although he's right to do so to a certain extent, he's also kind of shut himself off from living a full life.

The big shift comes after the race and the kiss (and the argument with Hans) in chapter 8, when Seb finally finally lets some of his guard down. I wanted the brief flashback to the breakdown to show how far Seb's come - he lets the reader in just a little bit more, and then, sitting on the bench that he'd helped to make at his lowest point:

He breathes in, exhales slowly, and lets himself examine how he’s feeling now. 

Immediately, Lewis. Lewis. Racing Lewis, kissing Lewis, Lewis’s blinding smile. Yes, Seb thinks with a spark of amused despair, he’s definitely done extremely well at avoiding trouble there. 

But. Oh, but. It’s as if that race has unlocked something he’d long forgotten, the part of him that runs towards a challenge instead of sidestepping it. 

He's allowing himself to take a risk again! And even when it all goes wrong a couple of chapters later, crucially, Seb doesn't break. He's so much stronger than he thought he was at the beginning of the story, and he's also strong enough to say no to something (a secret long-distance relationship) that he knows will hurt him. I kind of like to think that even if Lewis and Ayla had gone back to California in the end, Seb would have been tragically sad and heartbroken but he's got the strength and the support system to have survived it.

AO3 user sunshinevetski left a lovely comment that really resonated with me on this actually - they said 'he's still a menace and a tease and a brat but he isn't magically fixed, he isn't alright, you can still see the cracks and the hurts, it's just made me think of that Japanese technique of fixing pottery with gold ... and it has made him more beautiful and more real', and I LOVED that as a metaphor.

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[leqclerc]

Honestly I don't see Lewis going to Ferrari ever, because it means giving up a lot of the freedom Mercedes allows him, because there they see him as Lewis Hamilton the 7 (8) wdc and Lewis Hamilton the person both in their equal rights, where in Ferrari there is just Lewis the driver, and seeing how they treated Seb in end I'm not sure they'll get him the respect as driver that Lewis should have.

This team is a sinking ship, because the problems are too deep and the people inside are not too willing to let go of their old ways. And if you don't have a love, a straight up admirarion close to worship for Ferrari, I'm sorry (or maybe glad) but this team is not for you, because it takes quite the self sacrifice to withstand what Charles is right now.

And haven't we learned anything in recent years about what makes a good pair in a (supposed) top team? Guess a hint: not having two "first" drivers. Ferrari would need a Bottas/Checo type of teammate to make it work, be with Charles or Lewis, we don't need another Charles/Seb situation or Charles/Carlos again. (First we would need a good car but that doesn't seem a priority...)

I don't believe these rumors, and I don't like them personally. Sorry to who would love a Charles and Lewis line up, but it's just a mistake for Lewis especially, because Charles already picked his poison (and these are my two faves)

Yeah, I agree. 👆🏻

At this point Ferrari has had a whole slew of talented drivers. They've tried it with established champions and they've tried it with the "uncut gems" like Charles or even Carlos who, for all his mileage didn't really have many solid achievements to his name until literally last year. And none of it is yielding anything because, like you said, the team at its core has far too many unresolved issues. Ferrari is in essence its own worst enemy. We saw so much of that last year, shooting themselves in the foot with ridiculous strategies whenever it was theirs to lose. At this point I don't think it matters who is in that seat, if it's a multiple time WDC or not. Those same mistakes will still creep in. As you pointed out, we saw how things ended with Seb.

A lot also depends on the fickle higher ups and their ~vision for the team, and those are constantly in rotation. Seb even mentions in one of his last interviews at Ferrari, that most of the people (mechanics, engineers, etc.) who were there when he first joined the team in 2015 were no longer there by the time he was leaving.

Another reason why Red Bull and Mercedes have managed to be so successful is because they have continuity—Toto's been the TP since 2013, while Horner's been at the helm since RBR's inception in 2005. That's almost 20 years. They've had worse years, they've had dominant years, but the core team remains the same and they basically follow the same philosophy of rallying around the lead driver, be it Seb, Max, or Lewis in Merc's case. That's not to say that there's never been any internal conflicts within the teams, because I'm sure there have been, but they rarely let it negatively impact the racing team. Whereas Ferrari's politicking and internal tug-of-war between factions has prevented them from doing what's objectively best for the team. Having enjoyed that kind of treatment at their respective teams I think Lewis or Max would have significantly less patience to deal with all of Ferrari's mishaps. Honestly I think the team's shenanigans would wear them down before they'd "fix" the team or win a championship with them.

I think one of Ferrari's biggest problems is how they manage (or rather, mismanage) their drivers. Maybe this is linked to the politicking aspect, I don't know (God knows some of their decisions are far from sound and reasonable.) What Red Bull and Mercedes do so well is toe the line—on one hand you want people to believe both drivers have a chance in a championship fight, for example, because that generates engagement, but on the other you know who they chose to back 100%. It's not that Valtteri or Checo wanted to be number twos willingly. Of course they didn't/don't, all twenty drivers are where they are because they believe they can become champions. But the way their respective teams handled the situation yielded the results we've seen. Whether that's fair or not is up for debate, I guess. The point is Ferrari isn't putting their foot down or using their executive power to its maximum, even in situations where you would expect them to. This point is maybe less relevant this year, but it sure was last year. All this talk of equal treatment and equal chances while Red Bull were laughing their way to the FIA prize-giving gala... 🙄

Charles picked his poison, you're right, and especially now, with Fred on board, I think he'll look to extend his contract and see how things pan out once the awkward transition period ends and the changes Fred brings about become more apparent. Right now they're still dealing with the mess Binotto left behind as his "legacy," so they're kind of in a weird place as a team. However, even with all his passion and love and belief in the team, I really hope he goes about it in a sensible way that provides him with some sort of future security.

#replies #livetogether--diealone #discussions and predictions #long post

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For the DVD commentary… any 500 words from when Charles meets the ice dragon in the fantasy fic 🤔

IN THE ORIGINAL CHARLES WAS LEGIT SUPPOSED TO SLAY THE DRAGON anyway thank u my friend and CHARLES DRAGONRIDER COMRADE

What was I thinking when I wrote this: PHEW WE FINALLY GOT HERE!!!! (because this is where the fic was going the whole time). I guess I was also really worried it would be too short and anticlimactic. I always knew the fic as a whole would end... unresolved... but i was a bit like - how do I put together the mail being lost + the Darkness coming + this sort of parallel human/dragon society thing + Charles' new political position as an emissary for the king + how achieving dreams never comes in the form expected. In some ways, I think i executed things okay, in others, I felt as though I was muddling through the dark.

The great dragon totally became its own character and the scene went MUCH differently than planned and like yes the great dragon still dies (or does he? He does). I honestly wanted the scene to be much longer than it ended up but to be frank, writing fantasy epic prophecy is a gift i do NOT HAVE hence why the dragon is like okay you people totally made up the prophecy and it has nothing to do with me (this is probably not true. I think it probably WAS manufactured out of SOMETHING the great dragon said and embellished etc but that's not the point)

Back to the thing where this scene is supposed to weave a lot together - I read a lot of fantasy (I don't really consider myself a fantasy fan but of course I am. I'm almost done with the wise man's fear which is like 1100 pages) and obviously I write a fair bit so I kind of wanted to put those things together. And also Charles imo is the f1 driver most suited to a fantasy style story with its twists and turns (I think an arg could also be made for seb and perhaps daniel, though a different, less hopeful story). Anyway this started as trying to mimic the fantasy I read as a kid (think like... Fablehaven. Eragon) but of course is much more influenced by the much more complex (actually idk I didn't reread any ya fantasy for this) stuff I read now and this scene is sort of a clumsy culmination of those two influences - what I sort of think a fantasy Stereotype climax is (because it really is - a boy and his dragon! It's genre!!). I really learned that keeping all those strands of plot and feeling straight is a LOT harder than I expected. I have only written one fic longer than this one and ngl it's more straightforward. so idk. i wrote it because i love Charles and i love a dream that is not quite what you expect. the funny thing about writing this fic is I didn't know where it would end up as much as I usually do. And it just sort of spiraled out of everything else... idk!

in terms of charles... i know this is a plot driven fic but i wanted to show Charles 1) tenacity 2) shyness!! 3) need to be liked (i mean who wouldn't want to be liked by a giant dragon anyway) 4) the fact that he Is the chosen one even though it's not what everyone thought when they looked at him at the academy and whatnot 5) he's hard working!. I also wanted to dig more into what it meant for him and carlotta to fly together after the great dragon but alas...

on the great dragon grind....i have to be honest I was sort of imagining that John hunt dragon voice from merlin but in reality (in fantasy?) its meant to represent that the dragon's voice can truly not be comprehended by man... so Charles imitating it (by accident!) is a big deal....idk. It's like - how do you create that feeling of awe and importance in a fic that's only 30k! I was writing it and I was like ok so u guys don't know the in world magic or the dragon society rules or the history/lore... and then i was like this is already 30k and for me and my 5bffs it cannot get any longer for my own health

Ok i guess I could tell you way more about whats actually going on with charles and the Dragon In His Head or Dragon Charles But I honestly sort of came up with a lot of that... On the fly... Or maybe it's because that all would be the reveal in a sequel (idk that I'm planning on writing one but I've got a long winter ahead of me.... and the great dragon did live in the ice wall... and Charles is... Yknow...)

#Ok i thought this was gonna be short but then I got going #Ask #sorry thay it's so rambly and there r no quote #Blame it on mobile? #this is like half just me being like so it turns out writing fantasy is hard #I could write way more but it kinda gets away from the text already lol #OK KRITHEOLOGIE TAUGHT ME TO DO CUT ON MOBILE

[27emailsicantsend]

Set it Up: A Rina AU

Chapter Three

"Hey buddie, how was work?" Seb asked Ricky Monday night after Ricky spent the day negotiating the terms of Nini's contract with Gina and her. Seb was making an intricate salad for Carlos and himself for dinner that night, while Ricky had come through the front tour, his sight set only on the couch. Once he got to their disheveled heap they called "furniture", Ricky collapsed into the left side, his body sinking lower into the cushion than he remembered.

"Hey Seb, next time we buy a couch, let's test the cushions first," Ricky groaned, moving his weight to the other side.

Seb raised his knife Ricky's way in agreement, "ditto".

"And it was... a lot. We found a new artist to work with EJ, but from what I've heard about her is that she can be a nightmare. And her assistant is even more difficult to deal with. She's so... perky? And somehow equally as intense. It is really hard to read her sometimes. And then EJ has been outlandishly bad this week. He.... well, let's just say he must be going through something because I can't seem to keep up with anything he needs. And sometimes this job just seems like so much... I just feel like I won't be able to make a sustainable life off of it unless I live up to EJ's expectations of me-"

"-Ricky?" Seb cut off his rambling, now sprinkling what looked to be cheddar cheese into the bowl.

"Yeah?"

"I love you so much. You know this. But I only asked how was work. Don't you have a girlfriend to vent to about this stuff?" Seb asked the question kindly, but Ricky could tell he really didn't want to hear everything. 

Especially since it was about Carlos’ place of work, it probably felt uncomfortable focusing on the problematic parts of it. Carlos didn’t seemed to mind EJ, because they had this keen sense of “finer things” that they shared, but Ricky felt like he wasn’t quite at their level yet. Of course, he wanted the money and nice cars, that was the whole point of wanting the promotion, but he also wanted to maintain his dignity in pursuit of material possessions. This was a trait EJ lost and Carlos has started the path down. 

"Right... sorry. I do, but I tried to call Lily three times today and she keeps dodging my calls. I know she's mad I haven't taken her on a date in weeks... And you already know she won't be helpful. Advice isn’t really her ‘thing’," Ricky admitted, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Well, when you date someone boring, you're going to be bored, Rick. If she’s that hard to talk to and doesn’t want to be around you, why haven't you broken up with her yet?" Seb counseled, now pulling meat out of a warm roast chicken. “No offense”.

"None taken," Ricky responded hopelessly. "But everyone has flaws. Not everyone is supposed to have a girlfriend who gives great advice or who wants to listen to my problems all of the time. I think that would make the relationship boring... And you know that you don't hear me complain about Carlos!"

"That's because he complains for the both of us," Seb joked. This was another one of EJ’s traits Carlos was beginning to manifest. Ricky and Seb knew that Carlos had an eye for finer detail and liked things being precise, so Seb was happy to accommodate. Seb was more carefree and laid back, and Carlos was more outgoing and wild. They were the perfect yin to each other’s yang and brought out the best parts in one another. 

It's why the salad wasn't premade from the local grocery store and instead had the details of a gourmet restaurant. But it’s also why Carlos will let most of their “date nights” be at home. They work together in the best way.

“...you probably want me to leave for your date night, huh?” Ricky presumed a few seconds later.

“Yes, please. Get out,” Seb lovingly commanded him, before accidentally drenching the salad in homemade vinaigrette. 

Meanwhile, a few blocks down, Gina had just gotten home from her exhausting day with Nini. All she wanted to do was throw on her pajamas, put on a movie, and talk to Kourtney about how bad she feels for ditching Jack so much. Jack had been so kind and accommodating to her insane schedule, letting her continuously bump the first date (which they were still waiting to go on). Somehow his flexibility and patience made Gina feel like she had a real chance with him.

Tonight was another night they were going to go on a first date, but Gina had spent the entire day catering to every single one of Nini’s commands. Ricky had gone home before Gina and Nini was trying extra hard to impress EJ as her new producer. So Gina found herself running a lot of errands this night, some of which EJ said she didn’t have to do, but Nini insisted it was “for the best”. 

Gina wanted to see Jack when she was free and not exhausted, but it seemed like that was wishing for the unthinkable. Once again, Gina found herself telling Jack that night she wouldn't be able to go out with him. Gina sent the text and felt the tears begin to form in her eyes. She wasn't sure if she was crying out of anger, stress, or pure exhaustion, but she just wanted Kourtney to come home. She wanted the two of them to get in their pajamas, put on face masks, and complain about Gina’s love life and the work grind of New York City. 

And, as though by magic, when Gina wished for Kourtney to be back, she heard two voices outside the door.

The couch Gina was sitting on had it’s back facing the door, so she had enough time to wipe the initial tears off her face and collect herself. When she heard Kourtney and Jet walk she tried to, slightly embarrassed, muster up a normal voice before greeting them home.

"Hey guys! What's up?" Gina asked, holding back a sniffle.

"So... we have something to tell you!" Kourtney and Jet walked around the couch to a couple of chairs placed close together. The chairs were facing the couch, so Gina had no where else to look but at the couple. Hands laced tight, Kourtney held up Jet’s and hers to reflect a large diamond ring. It was about double the size of Kourtney’s finger and had a solid gold band to hold it in place. Gina couldn’t help but wonder how Jet could afford that with his small job.

Gina was somehow equally excited for Kourtney and equally embarrassed that all she wanted to do was wallow in loneliness and being "legally single". Now Kourtney could file “married” on all court documents and Gina was left checking the “single” box. Gina gathered up whatever happiness she could (albeit sounding slightly fake) and congratulated the pair.

"Oh my gosh, you guys!! I'm so happy for you!" Gina ran over and hugged them both, Kourtney letting out a little squeal. After some gawking at Kourtney’s ring, Gina sat back down and tried to push her upset feelings to the side for the rest of the night. She listened sincerely as Kourtney and Jet retold the details of the night.

Kourtney explained that Jet brought her to a private pier with candles placed everywhere- the deck, the railings, and even on a small table behind him. He sprinkled rose petals all over and had a private violinist playing “their song”. After the proposal, the two went to a fancy seafood restaurant nearby and then came back to tell Gina first because it was late and Kourtney didn't want to hide the ring.

Gina was flattered she knew even before their parents, but as attentive as she was, the more they talked, the more her spiraling thoughts came back. She knew she had to get up early, so she used that as an excuse to leave the conversation and uneasy feeling she had.

The next morning, Gina showed up to Nini's old studio and helped her pack her things to move over to EJ's studio. Nini was extra stressed about the move, so she found new ways to harass Gina. From making fun of the out Gina chose (a sporty jacket and ripped jeans), to listing all the ways EJ will probably not be as good as her old producers (but couldn’t care less about having them back), to pretending to find a hair in her breakfast bagel (anyone would have thought it was a horror scene). By the time Gina and Nini arrived to EJ's, Gina was about fed up with Nini’s excessive complaining. It felt like Christmas Day to Gina, handing Nini over to EJ when he stated he wanted to work with her one-on-one that morning.

"How has EJ been?" Gina grouched, dropping a box on Ricky's desk. “I am having a lovely morning with Nini”.

"A nightmare. He made me rearrange his office sock drawer. He has a sock drawer in his office!" Ricky whined, making sure to keep his voice down so EJ and Nini didn't hear the pair from EJ's office. He couldn’t help but rub the temples of his forehead from stress.

"Who needs a sock drawer in their office?" Gina baffled, taking the rubber band ball off of Ricky’s desk and snapping it.

"He says the afternoon grind makes his feet sweaty," Ricky replied, rolling his eyes. He snatched the ball from Gina’s hand. “Give me that”.

Gina flinched in disgust. 

"That is so gross... and if we’re going to be working together, you need to learn how to share. Playground rules,” Gina took the rubber band ball back, snapping away happily again.

Ricky chose not to notice Gina’s defiance and responded nonchalantly, "Tell me about it. It’s the absolute worst. Anyway, it's making me irritated because I have had to be out late with him every night to help him with this new hire. And before that, we were looking for the new hire. And before that... well, I don't know. But I'm always busy and I haven't seen my girlfriend in weeks because of it!"

"Tell me about it," Gina agreed, matching Ricky's irritation. "I have been trying to go on a date with this guy- also for weeks- with no luck. It made me feel even worse last night when my best friend came home, literally engaged, and I had to find it somewhere inside of me to be excited for her because I was too busy moping about my own love life".

"You had to fake being excited for your best friend?" Ricky pointed out.

"No, not like that," Gina backtracked, using the ball to gesture her thoughts. "I am so beyond excited for both of them. I guess... I just wish I had enough time in my life to have something like that too, you know? That I had other priorities besides work".

"Yeah, definitely," Ricky concurred before Gina continued what he believed to be her finished thought. She was now lightly pacing next to his desk and Ricky couldn’t tell if she was talking to him or herself again.

"And not to mention how oblivious they seemed. Not in a bad way, but it was like they were so happy. And I would give anything to have my life be that restful and easy again, while still maintaining the job,” Gina mused before setting the ball back down on the desk.

“I really don’t get what is happening,” Ricky laughed, watching Gina think out loud in amusement. He replaced the ball back to it’s original spot on the desk.

Gina didn’t respond. “But I can’t, because Nini stays constantly preoccupied with me. It makes me wonder if she’s happy, because she doesn’t really take breaks either..."

"Oh my gosh! That's it!" Gina blurted, making Ricky jump back in his chair.

"Argh! Don’t do that! You're going to send me into cardiac arrest!" Ricky reprimanded, sitting back up straight once he recollected himself. "What is it?"

"We need Nini and EJ to fall in love," Gina devised, her smile a little sinister.

"Absolutely not," Ricky protested. He knew that it was a sure way to get the both of them fired.

"Ricky, come on,” Gina whimpered. “If they were oblivious, they wouldn't care at all about us. I'm sure my face had mascara running down it and Kourtney, my best friend who knows me better than anyone, couldn't have bothered to ask. They would be so busy; they wouldn’t know anything about our whereabouts! We could get our lives back!”

"I... I really don't know about this, Gi- I mean Gina. We could get in a lot of trouble if they find out and I really can't get in trouble. I have a lot on the line right now. More than you know," Ricky’s voice was wavering.

"And I do too! But when people are in love, they are happy. And happy people treat other people better, making others happy. Making us happy. We could get everything we want. We are literally the puppeteers to their life. Look at this," Gina said, before pulling out her phone and scrolling to show Ricky Nini's digital calendar.

“I know everything about Nini. I make her schedule, I know her favorite food, her likes, her dislikes... I even know which family member she would want to use as a cover for murder, should she ever commit,” Gina continued persuasively.

"Huh?!" Ricky asked bewildered.

"Oh, oh no!" Gina panicked, quickly recovering her point. "She would never actually do that, I just mean I know who it would be... But I promise, Nini wouldn't... anyway, it just proves my point. Does EJ ever ask about his schedule?"

"Only when he thinks I left something out," Ricky replied, visceral flashbacks coming to his mind of his conversation about the loan.

"Exactly," Gina pushed. "They would. Never. Notice. if something got changed or moved around. We could be changing their lives for the better and ours. What do we have to lose?"

Ricky heard the word "everything" go through his head, but for some reason Gina was a lot more convincing. He felt like he was in over his head with work and he would love to spend any time he could with Lily again. And, as an added bonus for him, less time being bugged by Gina. As much as his instincts told him not to, he asked Gina a follow-up question to her own.

"If I said yes, what would be our first plan of action?" Ricky asked, feeling himself surrendering to the idea. The inquiry made Gina do a small dance in delight.

"Ok, I'm going to need to you to settle down if we're actually making this happen," Ricky requested, placing an arm on Gina's shoulder to get her to stop. She stopped immediately, her body shaking from trying to hold still, her mouth pursed together to keep noises from escaping.

Feeling like they weren’t going to get anything done until Gina got the dance out of her system, Ricky succumbed to her glee. "Ok, fine, you can dance for five more seconds and then it's Operation Cobra".

"Operation Cobra?" Gina queried, as her face quickly twisted from happiness to confusion.

"I watched a lot of Once Upon a Time growing up. Sue me," Ricky justified sarcastically.

Gina shrugged her shoulders and danced again for exactly five seconds before standing stiff as a board, hand to her forehead, ready for duty. As much as Ricky tried, he couldn't hold back his chuckles.

#hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #rina #ricky bowen #gina porter #set it up #charlie x harper #ricky x gina

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vro0m’s rewatch - 78/298

2011 Canadian GP

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. The video for this race is FIVE AND A HALF HOURS LONG. Oh god no. Please be a mistake. (spoiler : it wasn’t.)

So it's round 7. Oh it's wet. It's raining. That's not good. Oh no wait. It's actually round 8 but the Bahrain gp canceled itself over the civil unrest. Anyway Seb has 143 points and is leading the WDC obvi. Second behind him is Lewis with 85 points only. So. Yeah. He's far ahead.

So in Monaco Sergio Perez had a big crash if you remember and he was cleared to run in Canada two weeks later but decided not to take part himself which surprised everyone. But he felt he wasn't ready so he's not doing it which is rational imo. De la Rosa spun and crashed in FP3 but he was ready for quali anyway thanks to the hard work of his team. 

Quali report now : De la Rosa brushed the wall and damaged his car AGAIN. The track is supposed to be in McLaren's favour. Lewis is only 5th though but he's clearly excited. He says he thinks he's never driven a car so hard in his life, they're on the edge and he even touched the wall at some point. Jenson is 7th. Nico is 6th, in between them. Webber’s KERS failed and he's 4th. Massa and Alonso did almost the same time but Alonso was ahead. Of course, no surprise, Seb is on pole.

McLaren said they were better equipped for the race than the quali so there's that but also they weren't expecting rain. I'm unsure how this is gonna go for them.

Seb took Lee Mackenzie for a ride in an infiniti on the track lol. Oh god she asked him who was a contender for the title and he named basically everyone BUT Webber eeeesh. David Coulthard says he thinks he has Webber under control. Jordan thinks he said "we" and was thinking outside Redbull.

The Mercedes pit wall thinks it won't be raining for the start but the track is wet enough for a SC start. We'll see.

Oh god. There's been a horrific accident in Le Mans that weekend. McNish. Thankfully everyone is okay but the images are terrifying.

The cars are getting to the grid and taking the opportunity to see what to do with the tyres. Seb says it's quite slippery, quite wet and as it is the intermediates are a no no. Webber says it's okay. Brawn confirms it’s no intermediates. Jenson says it's very slippery too.

And yeah. It's a safety car start. 

So it means everybody has to be on extreme wets. Of course 3 laps in Lewis is complaining about them not going like he did in 2010 (was it 2010?) oh here we go. Lap 4 : safety car in this lap. They saved fuel on four laps so they might be able to run higher engine modes later but they couldn't charge their KERS systems and apparently if the batteries go cold it's over and you can't use them for the rest of the race so we'll see if the KERS work or not.

Seb accelerated early, way before the white line so Alonso is right along him but there's no overtaking. He's able to attack him right away at the final corner though. OH NO. Webber and Lewis touched. Webber spun. Lewis is able to avoid him but he's lost some places. Webber spins around and joins back. Lewis is in 7th now. Something very confusing happened between the two Mercedes and the two McLarens but now Lewis is in 6th. The visibility is null.

Ahhh I'm so nervous Lewis is trying to overtake Schumacher please don't push too much please...

Ayyy Schumacher pushed him wide. Or Lewis went wide. Difficult to say when they all have that little grip. Vettel just missed the chicane and had a run on the grass.

Webber and Lewis are under investigation for that incident.

NOOOOO. NO. FUCK NO. NO. FUCK. NO.

THE MCLARENS TOUCHED.

Lewis suspension is dead. Can he even make it to the pits. Ohhh I'm so mad I saw it coming. 2011 Lewis is still so fucking reckless. Yeah it's over. He tried to get to the pits but he parked the car. Oh I'm so pissed.

Anyway it's a safety car and Jenson gets new tyres, inters.

It's difficult to say whose fault it is. Lewis was way faster and tried to squeeze past but Jenson didn't change his line. No further action for the Webber-Lewis incident, well obvi Lewis is out anyway. Lewis is hanging out watching them haul his car away. He took off his helmet.

Safety car in on lap 12.

Button is very fast on his inters. Webber and him are moving up the field.

Lap 20 there's a safety car again but we don't know why. Maybe because it's raining again? Seb gets a free pitstop because he wasn't picked up by the SC yet. Webber also pits. They're getting full wets again, it IS raining for sure, you can see in the pitlane. There are 50 laps to go, this is definitely gonna be looooong. Seb radioes that the track is undriveable from whatever turn to whatever turn. Cut to a replay of Alguersuari cutting the chicane and going straight through the grass. This is gonna get redflagged huh? Seb is saying they can't race like this. I'm just waiting for the red. We see a message on a monitor expecting 20 minutes of rain of that intensity until it decreases to intensity 1 rain. Surely they're not gonna spend 20 minutes going around behind the safety car. Button also says they can't see anything at all, he's told the weather forecast I just described. Woooow it's raining hard. That's insane. They have to stop. What are they ah couldn't even finish typing that : the red flags are out.

To the grid then! They're supposed to stand in a single file but they don't because they don't know what they're supposed to do as always when there's red flags in these years. Some do, some get in the grid boxes. Now they're sitting in the rain (with poor mechanics holding umbrellas over their heads) while Lewis I imagine is taking a warm shower or something. Time to switch to x2 speed cause I'm simply not gonna watch 5 hours of broadcast.

Ah we get to hear from Lewis. He says it was tricky conditions and he was doing the best he could to keep the car on track (mmmh you were racing hard anybody that came in your way lol) he had pretty good pace but Jenson made a mistake in the last corner and so he came up to him and he was on the outside and he hasn't see the footage but it seemed to him he was halfway up to him and Jenson went across "whether he saw me or not" and then he was in the wall. He says it was only the tyre that was busted (untrue, the suspension had clearly failed) and it's the team who told him to retire while he was trying to join back the garage. He says he thought the suspension was gone because that's what they said but it turned out it wasn't (mmmmh I think I saw it come undone though?). Ah couldn't hear the end of the interview because the recording fucked up.

We're now just watching the scenery with no commentating at all. Great. It's still raining hard, very hard. They are sweeping the track and they even have a pump but the place is flooded. This is gonna take a while.

Rihanna is on track described as slightly underdressed (like I understand they mean for the weather but Rihanna is never underdressed) and now they're of course making jokes about her umbrella ella ella. Seeing the public under the rain and the marshals on the track while the teams are joking around in the warmth of the restaurants and shit is kinda heartbreaking tbh. Such a representation of social classes. Anyway.

Martin confirms that Lewis' car HAD indeed more damage than just the tyre and the fact that even I clocked that tells you everything you need to know about how obvious that was. Lewis can still react in bad faith at that time, then.

Oh someone just said they expect that intensity of rain for the next 25 minutes still omg. It's been about half an hour already I think? No actually it's almost been an hour! Damn.

Ah adorable. The Renault mechanics are drinking coffee together in the rain and what looks like small vending machine snacks. They're smiling and laughing from seeing themselves on TV. It's so cute.

Over one hour in, Martin says it seems to look better to him but we see a marshal sweeping centimetres of water on the track.

We've seen Rihanna now and they have nothing to say so they're now talking about how Martin loves her music and is terrible at karaoke.

Ah Rihanna was leaving the place she was drinking at and of course where she headed? Lewis. Drake is there too, shaking hands with him. Rihanna straight up hugs him. He's explaining why he's out of the race to her showing her the damage on his car 😭 why did I think she was way taller than that?

Ah! The rain has stopped! Or almost stopped. Engines are starting up! We're waiting for the 10mn notice. It's been 1h35. They're using a very expensive Mercedes to spray the puddles away now lol.

They're interviewing George Lucas which is hilarious because he has nothing to say about F1. He says movies about sports don't work because people would rather watch the real thing. Well lol. Talk to Netflix about that. Lol Jake shows how the fans are still there but the seats are almost empty by now.

.... Still waiting......

FINALLY we have a time! It's gonna restart! It's been 2h now.

Alright, safety car start then. Here we go!

Massa says the visibility is ok.

Alright after a dozen laps under safety car, it's about to come in. Annnnd here we go! Seb leads in front of Kobayashi and Massa. Plenty of pitting for inters. So many of them i can't keep track. And Alonso is beached. Safety car is back out. Jenson has a puncture, did they touch? Seb pits again under safety car. Lucky. Yeah they made contact.

Nearing the end of the race, Seb pits again. Massa must have hit a wall because he has loads of damage and needs a new front wing.

Oyyy Heidfeld goes off as we watch the on-board. Thankfully he ends up in a run off area so no safety car and he's okay. There's a lot of debris on the track though? Yeah safety car out again. Seb is still in the lead followed by Schumacher and Webber. Unlucky for Seb because he had 10 seconds on them. Oh god the marshals are trying to pick up the debris just after a corner in no visibility in the midst of the cars passing by it’s scary. 

10 laps to go the race is ON again. Right away Seb pulls away. DRS is enabled and Webber overtakes Schumacher easily but he can't slow enough and has to cut a chicane and he's supposed to give back the place, he does, but Jenson is just behind. He manages to not let him pass too. It’s tense! Webber attacks again but Schumacher defends. Jenson is still right behind. And Webber misses the corner again and Jenson almost collides with him as he rejoins ! Jenson overtakes him! 5 laps to go! Jenson is right on Schumacher’s tail! JENSON OVERTAKES HIM! He didn't even use the DRS this whole time there might very well be a dysfunction. He's pulling away!!! Seb is not far away and slower than Jenson! Webber is still fighting Schumacher for third place! This is so exciting! Only 3 laps left but the time is also running out! Webber overtook Schumacher! Jenson has fastest lap! 3 minutes to go for 3 laps ! Oh god oh god oh god they just about have the time to finish the laps. Di Resta is out of the race. DRS for Jenson! Last lap! 0.9 gap. Ayayay. SEB HAS GONE WIDE! HE ALMOST LOST IT. JENSON IS THROUGH!

IT'S THE END OF THE RACE!

JENSON WINS! Seb is second and Webber is third right in front of Schumacher. Also Massa just overtook Kobayashi ON THE FINISH LINE for 6th. What a finish! And that's with doing double the number of pit stops than Seb! Unexpected, unbelievable!

Awww look at Lewis applauding Jenson! He looks like a proud brother. Love it.

#f1 #lewis hamilton #2011 #2011 canadian gp #vro0m's race reviews

[rinisbowen]

so i know rini not singing “gotta go my own way” in season 2 was a missed opportunity. like it absolutely would’ve changed the gravity of how things did go down, and i really appreciated the emotional weight of the scene we did get if it had to end that way, but also- it was a perfect opportunity for the song... it fits so well with their arc at that point in the story. they even have necklaces that can be sadly removed and placed into the palm of one’s hand.

but what if someone sings it in season 3?

like idk when we found out season 3 was a summer season i kinda had a moment of like... wow wait a second maybe this is exactly why we barely got any high school musical 2 songs in season 2. maybe they were intentionally saving them. 

like the odds that “gotta go my own way” is one of the songs they would want to use for season 3 are very uncertain... given the dancers had ‘pool rehearsals’ i’d be willing to bet we perhaps see some rendition of maybe “fabulous”. (my sincerest apologies to those who wanted seb’s full version of fabulous) but i don’t think i’m thinking about something out of the question. 

“gotta go my own way” talking about “i’ve gotta leave but i’ll miss you”. i want to be happy but things are not working the way we wanted and i can’t do this anymore. “we might find our place in this world someday, but at least for now... i gotta go my own way”. goodness gracious this song is so fitting for rini’s breakup in season 2 but i’ll shut up about them for the moment, i apologize. that’s a strong message for a very solid breakup moment... and well- with the tagline being ‘love is an open door’ i don’t think the idea that we see another big breakup is out of the question. but there’s also the context of the movie where troy and gabriella get back together and so even if we see a breakup that doesn’t automatically mean it’s permanent depending on the implications of the scene.

i don’t think we’re going to see any hsm3 songs in season 3. they’d be best saving a lot of that for the rini / kourtney / big red graduation season. but i do think this is the perfect chance for them to do something with some of the unused hsm2 numbers, and maybe some of the ones they touched on in the medley. 

the only hsm2 songs i don’t see as having any real chance of returning are “bet on it” (ricky gave that song everything that needed to be given, i don’t think they’re going to bring it back even in new circumstances.), and “you are the music in me” (rini did it to a pretty full extent in the 2.01 medley in comparison to a lot of the other shorter song pieces, and then the cast did a rendition ooc for the finale / wrap day, so i think the song has been used.) 

they could pull out the troy/sharpay version of “you are the music” in me... i suppose? i’ve seen people joking on twitter about ricky / lily doing the troy / sharpay “you are the music in me”, because lily has the chaotic energy to pull off the over the top sharpay moment, and ricky has the lost but competent vibes of troy. and i mean if you want to point out the ways lily’s not quite right for ricky then juxtaposing that song that fits his relationship with nini and that he sang wholeheartedly with nini in the ballad style on his guitar to him putting on that mess of a production number type ordeal with lily... it’s not a bad concept. but it’s not one i see the writers pulling out of the hat because well- frankly it feels like a waste of time in such a short season. 

but yeah idk. the reason i mention we might see some of the medley numbers (aside from you are the music in me) in full, is because imdb has episode 1 as being titled ‘all for one’ and as such i would be quite surprised not to see them singing “all for one”. and that was in the medley. also- i know “fabulous” is in the medley and i think it’s possible we see its return as per my earlier mention of pool rehearsals with the dancers. i mean they could also just be rehearsing in the pool just like- for a general pool scene that’s not a musical number but... idk. 

the show does tend to focus towards the original songs, which is entirely understandable, and we’re dealing with a lot of sources to pull from to some uncertain degree, so i don’t think we’ll get a ton of hsm2 songs, but i do think that we’ll get a good few to go with the summer season energy. it’s the summer movie- it would be a waste if they didn’t. 

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts: speculation #hsmtmts: soundtrack #//kyla speculates on season 3 part goodness knows what number this is #//but yeah if your ship has a big sad breakup they might also get the iconic gotta go my own way number in exchange. tradeoffs... #//as always if anyone has further commentary or questions i'm happy to explain further

[toxinwing]

Well, like I said, bit more of an interesting race than we often get at this circuit, even if some points were not quite interesting in the ways people necessarily wanted. But I suppose that’s how the sport can be sometimes. Ah well, again, interesting races at least lead to stuff to talk about. :P

So then, congrats to the podium finishers of Max, Checo, and George! Max started off with that DRS issue but seems like he started to manage it halfway through. Checo was keeping up with him, and George was right up in there, even if he couldn’t quite keep up with the others. But that defensive work on Max halfway through was quite nice.

Well done to the rest of the top ten. In order they were Carlos, Lewis, Val, Esteban, Lando, Nando, and Yuki. Carlos made a nice little recovery after his off early in the race, and Lewis and Nando definitely made up the places, Nando starting from the back and Lewis falling back after his contact with K-Mag early on. Not bad at all from them.

And good job to the rest of the race finishers. Again, in order they were Seb, Dan, Pierre, Mick, Lance, Nicholas, K-Mag, and Alex. K-Mag of course had his contact with Lewis at the start where he went off into the gravel. Based on his running for the rest of the race I’d say something got a bit damaged that was effecting his pace. But, hey, finishing is still good.

Speaking of finishing, there were some drivers who didn’t finish. Those drivers were Charles, who’s car suddenly lost power, and Zhou, who also had his car lose power. Both Ferrari powered cars, which makes me suspicious, but other cars were having their own issues, like the Mercs with overheating, so maybe it was just the heat? Not sure. In any case, better luck for those two in future races.

And the next race in our future is the Monaco GP! ...Yeah, I know, not the most exciting race, but it’s always at least a spectacle off the track so we have that to look forward to. That’ll be in just a week’s time. And, who knows, maybe we’ll be surprised by the race. We can always hope. :P

So, with that, my liveblogging for today is done! I’ll be back for the next race which, again, we can hope to be good. Or as good as it can be. In any case, until then, have a lovely rest of your day. Later!

#Nick Liveblogs F1 #Spanish GP #Took me a while to finish writing this 'cause I kept getting distracted :P #Whoops

[waitimcomingtoo]

Mackie

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: any chance he gets, Anthony teases you and Tom about your relationship

Masterlist

Anthony Mackie was onto you.

It all started when he realized you and Tom weren’t actually dating, like he thought you were.

“Which Avenger would you sleep with if given the chance?” The journalist asked you, Brie, and Scarlett during a junket.

“Tom Holland.” You answered immediately. “Oh, did you mean the character?”

The girls laughed at your answer as you shrunk down in your seat. Everyone else answered with Thor, making your answer stick out even more.

“Wait, did they ask the guys this?” You wondered. “And follow up, did Tom say me?”

“I can ask.” The journalist chuckled and pulled out her phone. “My friend Jack is interviewing them in the other room.”

“Oh My God.” Brie groaned. “Now I want to know.”

You held your breath in anticipation as you waited for Jack to text back. Finally, the journalist felt a buzz and checked her phone.

“Tom did in fact say your character.” She laughed as she showed you the text.

“He did?” Your eyes widened. “Oh my God. That’s it. We’re having sex tonight. I’m telling him right now.”

The cast laughed at your antics as you sent Tom and quick text and shut off your phone to pay attention to the rest of the interview. You knew it was a joke, but you forgot that Tom didn’t know the context of your text. So when he checked in phone in the room where the boys were being interviewed, he was quite confused.

“I just got a text from Y/n saying “we’re having sex tonight” in all caps.” He laughed in shock. “What is going on?”

“Damn.” Anthony stated. “She texts you in advance?”

“No.” Tom blushed. “We’re not even together.”

“What are you talking about?” Anthony asked. “I thought you were?”

“We’re not.” Tom insisted. He always hated when he was reminded of the fact that you and him were just friends and he didn’t want to stay on the topic.

Anthony, on the other hand, wasn’t as inclined to let it go. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Tom, always looking for new ways to bother his younger cast mate.

“Hm.” Anthony drawled. “Interesting.”

A few months later, Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian were invited to a comic con in Chicago. They were known as one of the more chaotic pairings of cast members, so the interview consisted of constant digs at one another. And of course, Anthony took any chance he got to tease you and Tom.

“You must spend a lot of time together when filming these movies.” The journalist said to the couch. “Do you guys hang out off set too? Are there any Avenger pool parties we don’t know about?”

“Look, Toms a little asshole.” Anthony began. “Him and his little girlfriend are absolute children on set. We can’t take them anywhere.”

“His girlfriend?” The journalist asked.

“I mean Y/n.” He corrected, making the audience cheer. “They say they’re not dating but we all know.”

“We’re not.” Tom whined into his mic. “Stop saying that. People are gonna start believing you.”

“Because it’s true!” Anthony insisted. “You should see the two of them on set. They’re always touching and hugging. And I’m pretty sure I caught them in the dressing room one time. I won’t say what they were doing, but I could hear the bed creaking.”

Tom turned bright red and covered his face. He knew Anthony was just teasing, but it still embarrassed him. He collected himself and held his microphone up again, ready to dish it back to Anthony.

“You’re just mad because she likes me more.” Tom said, eliciting cheers from the audience.

“Uh uh.” Anthony shook his head. “Shes loves me. All the ladies love me.”

“Not Y/n.” Tom shook his head. “She loves me.”

“I think we can all agree Y/n loves me the best.” Sebastian cut in smugly. “It’s fairly obvious.”

“Did someone say my name?” Your voice sounded from a microphone, making everyone scream. Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian looked at each other in confusion upon hearing your voice.

“Wait, what?” Anthony laughed into his microphone as he looked around. Suddenly, your characters theme song came on the speakers as you came out from backstage.

“Hi!” You came out onto the stage waving. The crowd stood up upon your arrival and became deafening. Tom turned around, caught sight of you, and bolted out of his seat.

“Y/n?” He asked as he ran towards you. He immediately scooped you up in a hug, lifting you off the ground to spin you around.

“Hi Tommy.” You mumbled in his ear as you squeezed him back. Tom set you down but continued hugging you, kissing the side of your face multiple times. The audience went wild at this display of affection, prompting you to kiss his cheek back. You walked back to the couch hand in hand, taking a seat next to each other.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Tom said into his mic as he picked it back up.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You laughed, earning more cheers. “I’m filming something in Toronto but I wouldn’t miss a convention for the world. And I wanted to see you.”

Tom pouted and pulled you into another long hug. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen him, so you pressed a long kiss to his cheek.

“Do we all get kisses or just Tom?” Anthony asked, interrupting the moment.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Sebastian spoke up.

“Seb can have one but I’m not coming near you.” You teased as you walked over to Sebastian. You bent down to kiss his cheek before sticking your tongue out at Anthony.

“You look so pretty, darling.” Tom said once you sat back down.

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m so jet lagged.”

“I don’t look nearly this beautiful when I’m jet lagged.” Tom complimented you.

“Oh, I beg to differ.” You complimented back.

“Kiss kiss kiss kiss.” Anthony chanted into his mic while pumping his fist. The crowd roared as you and Tom rolled your eyes.

“Don’t start, Anthony.” You told him. “He does this all the time.”

“So I’ve heard.” The journalist laughed. “How was your flight, Y/n?”

You settled into Tom’s side as you talked about your flight and other random things. When the attention was off you, Tom slipped his arm around you and let it rest on the back of the couch. He felt you shiver at one point and realized you were sitting right under the air conditioning.

“Are you cold?” He asked you, making the audience laugh.

“A little.” You said sheepishly. He immediately took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, making the crowd go wild.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You chuckled as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. They were warm from his body heat and his cologne was lingering on the collar.

“Wow.” Anthony started up again. “You guys look like a couple.”

“A couple of besties.” You said quickly, making Tom shake his head.

“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “If you guys aren’t dating, then why are you two always touching?”

“Because we love each other.” Tom snapped playfully. “You just don’t understand because girls don’t want to touch you.”

“Damn.” Anthony laughed. “Y/n, are you gonna let your boyfriend talk to me like that?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You replied. “We would make a terrible couple. I still haven’t forgiven him for the stamp act and I don’t see us getting past that.”

“Baby, it wasn’t me.” Tom played along. “It was my ancestors. I’d never tax your stamps.”

“Uh Uh.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s what they all say.”

“I’m gonna move on before I break you guys up.” The journalist teased, making you and Tom roll your eyes. “You guys have been playing these characters for a while so you must know them pretty well. What is something you have in common with your character?”

“That’s easy.” Anthony answered. “We’re both a cool black dude.”

“That’s exactly what I was going to say.” Tom joked, earning some laughs.

“Easy there, wonder bread.” Anthony laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“What about you, Y/n?” The journalist asked. “What do you have in common with your character?”

“Something my character and I have in common is that we both fuck this man.” You smiled as you clapped Tom on the back. Everyone on the couch’s jaw dropped as the crowd became deafening. Tom looked at you incredulously as you laughed.

“I’m just kidding.” You laughed into your microphone. “Um, I don’t know. We’re both pretty passionate about what we believe in. And we both wear a lot of black.”

“What?” Sebastian laughed. “You can’t just say that. That was a total 180.”

“I’m sorry.” You whined playfully. “It was a perfect opportunity and I had to take it.”

“I am literally speechless.” Tom said into his mic before breaking down into laughter. You leaned into each other as you laughed, not caring if no one else found it funny.

“I’m sorry.” You giggled. “Can we move on? Next question, please.”

“All right. Let’s talk about this kiss between your character and Loki.” The journalist began.

“Uh oh.” Anthony stirred the pot again. “Toms not gonna like this.”

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged, but it was obvious that he was lying. You rested your hand on his shoulder to reassure him as you turned to answer the question.

“I actually had a lot of qualms before filming that scene.” You replied.

“Qualms?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’m good friends with Taylor Swift so the first time I met Hiddleston, it was as her boyfriend. So the whole thing gave me serious qualms. I felt like I was breaking girl code.”

“That’s surprising since you improvised one of the kisses.” Sebastian, also looking for drama, cut in. “I remember you were only supposed to kiss once and you went in for second.”

“Well that was after a few takes and my qualms had dispersed.” You shot back.

“You hear that?” Anthony smirked. “She had no qualms.”

“I still felt so bad but those thoughts were soon replaced by “oh my God, I’m kissing Tom Hiddleston.” My qualms didn’t stand a chance to him in that wig.” You chuckled. You felt Tom tense up under your hand so you squeezed his shoulder.

“I know.” The journalist agreed. “He’s very dreamy.”

“Exactly. We were three takes in and my pussy starts screaming, “get help! Get help!”” ,You mimicked Thor’s voice, “so I knew my qualms were gone.”

You once again had all the jaws dropped with your words. Tom buried his face in your neck as he laughed, his whole body shaking.

“That’s one way to put it.” The journalist said as he wiped tears. “I have to ask. Which Tom did you like kissing more?”

“I liked kissing Tom H the best.” You said cheekily.

“Ooo.” Anthony started again. “Are we about to witness a couples quarrel?”

“I think so.” Tom played along. He pretended to look annoyed with you so you cupped his face.

“I’m kidding.” You assured him. “It was so you.”

“It better be.” He insisted. “Remember you kissed me after we shot the swinging scene and we weren’t even filming?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “I was in love with you that day.”

“What happened?” The journalist wondered.

“Well, I grew up loving Spiderman.” You explained. “So spending the day swinging around in Toms arms while he was in the suit meant so much to me. The second Tom took his mask off, I just kissed him.”

“Is that when you started dating?” Sebastian asked.

“No. It is not.” Tom shoved him playfully.

The rest of the convention went by in a similar fashion, with Anthony taking every opportunity to tease you. Once you said your goodbyes to the crowd, you and Tom walked back to your dressing room with your arms around each other.

“I can’t believe Mackie still thinks we’re dating.” Tom sighed as he shut the door behind him.

“I know.” You chuckled before an idea came to you. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we actually started dating and didn’t tell him? Like, as a joke?”

“That would be hilarious.” Tom nodded too many times. “Like, I could ask you out right now and he’d have no idea. We could go on dates and make out and stuff and just not tell him. That’ll show him.”

“We should totally do that. As a joke.” You quickly followed.

“We should.” Tom nodded. “Imagine his face when he finds out we started dating and didn’t tell him? It’ll be priceless.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait.” You sighed happily. “He would lose his mind if he found out we finally started dating.”

“Did you say finally?” Tom asked with a coy smile. Your face fell when you realized you had said a little too much.

“I did.” You said softly. “Because it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

“So have I. In that case,” Tom smiled shyly, “Y/n would you like to go on a d-“

“Yes.” You cut him off before he could even finish. “I would.”

2 years later

On a rare day off, you and Tom attended a barbecue in Anthony’s backyard with a few of the other cast members. You were sat on Tom’s lap, full off food and contently listening to the ongoing conversation.

“These burgers are great.” Chris said as he patted Anthony’s back. “Thanks for barbecuing.”

“I got you, man.” Anthony nodded. “I actually got the recipe for the blend from one of the caterers on set. Remember that place that catered lunch with the really good cornbread and burgers?”

“I do remember.” Scarlett smiled to herself. “The filming schedule worked out so all got to eat together that day. That was so nice.”

“It was nice.” Anthony agreed. “Just sitting in the sun in our costumes and bibs. We had some fun conversations going on. I’m pretty sure that was the day Tom and Y/n started dating.”

“No.” Tom rolled his eyes. “We started dating after that one convention. Remember the one where Y/n surprised us on stage? We started dating that night.”

“Wait, you guys are actually dating?” Anthony sat up in his seat. “I was just playing with you.”

“We know. So we played with you right back.” You shrugged smugly. “We started dating to get back at you for all the jokes.”

The rest of the cast exchanged confused looks as you and Tom relished in your victory.

“But....” Anthony blinked in confusion, “you didn’t tell me until two years later.”

“Yeah. Because we were committed to the joke.” Tom said like it was obvious.

“Duh.” You added.

“Let me get this straight.” Antony rubbed his temples. “You started dating as a way to get back at me for teasing you?”

“Yep.”

“But you didn’t tell him you started dating.” Scarlett continued.

“Nope.”

“So you’ve been dating in secret for two years without him knowing.” Don went on.

“Yep.

“But....you see this as revenge on me?” Anthony asked with a tilted head.

“Yep.” You laughed. “In your face.”

“In my face?” Anthony raised his eyebrows. “How so?”

“Because we totally got you.” You bragged. “Look at your face right now. You had no idea we were actually together.”

“What an idiot.” Tom shook his head. “This guy, am I right?”

The cast exchanged another look as you and Tom continued not to understand why dating in private didn’t exactly count as revenge against Anthony.

“Okay.” Anthony said skeptically. “So let me ask you this. Now that I know about the joke, will you stop dating?”

You and Tom quieted down as Anthony brought up something you hadn’t thought of.

“Well, no.” Tom began as he looked at you. “We like dating each other.”

“So essentially, this had nothing to do with me.” Anthony concluded. “You two just wanted to date each other but used me as an excuse.”

You and Tom opened your mouths to defend yourselves, but shut them when you realized he was right. You looked at each other sheepishly before shrinking down in your seats from embarrassment.

Anthony Mackie may have gotten the better of you.

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[nhebi]

cigarette after sex | sebastian | smut | 3.8+ wc

warning : major spoiler for his (and a bit of sam's) heart events, afab! reader, fwb to lovers, implied stalker!seb, chainsmoker!seb, drinking behavior, jealous!seb

notes : this is a self-indulgent fic bcs i love him and hardly see any sv fics around— also, not all of these scenarios are canon, just sumn of them bcs i use my gameplay as the base with random hcs around

After a year living in Pelican Town to take care of your family's farm and making a lot of friends, you're stunned to hear a question from Haley when having a lunch with her and Emily at their house.

"So, have you found someone yet?" She looked at her breakfast, waiting for your answer as Emily chuckles lightly before taking a seat, "Sebastian seems quite interested with you," she comments before taking a small bite from her plate — smiling in her head when looking at your widened eyes.

Sebastian has been a close friend of you for a while. Even though you had a rocky start with him, but he gradually warms up lately and even often leaving his room after finishing his works to see you or having a small adventure at the mine — sometimes giving you presents like obsidian and amethyst.

But hearing Emily's comment, a memory flashed in your head when he tried to take you out for a ride — which you rejected because you're quite afraid to leave your house at late night. Sebastian was quite disappointed but it's a good thing that he's thoughtful about your condition.

"Now that you mentioned that, didn't Sebastian used to carry you all the way from mine after he found out you fainted at dawn?" Haley points her fork at you, raising an eyebrow to demand your answer before you shrug off your shoulders.

The lunch ended pretty much after the talk about Sebastian before you let out a sigh and looking at the pink coloured petals falling from the tree, smiling lightly when some of them fall on to your palm. "The weather is great today, hmm?" A voice comments before you turn your head and let out a giggle, agreeing with it.

"I thought you're supposed to be in your room, Sebastian," you reply, smiling at his little pout.

"The last project worths more than six months of my usual, so I'm taking a break," he replies, rubbing his nape. "How about you though?" He asked as you tell him how you're taking a small break, too.

Remembering your tool at Clint's place, you turn your heel before Sebastian grabs your wrist, "What's wrong? I thought you're free right now," he furrows his eyebrows at you — feeling both ticked off and disappointed.

"I am! I'm just gonna take my watering can before getting back at my place," You reply and pull your hand away, "Can I join you? I mean, I have nothing to do, anyway," he looks at you expectantly when you say yes and walk with him to take the can.

"Hello, what can I— Oh, it's you and.. Sebastian?" Clint gives your back your can while eyeing Sebastian in a certain way — never had a thought or imagine he'd be standing at his place at least once.

"Thanks!" You chirp, taking it in delight before leaving with Sebastian — as Clint stands behind his counter with dumbfounded expression.

Skipping through the path happily, you can't help but feel happy at Clint's work and don't realise you almost slip into the ground if it's not for Sebastian, pulling you into his arms. "Careful, pretty girl, can't see this face scarred," he purrs, running the back of his finger against your cheek.

"Don't talk like that! What if someone heard you!"

As you can see, you have a relationship with Sebastian that needs to keep hidden away from the public because it can cause a fuss (even though you know Haley, Emily, Robin and Maru will be more than happy to know about it).

"But, we're alone, right?" He chuckles as you silently agree. Both of you are currently at the abandoned bus stop on the way to your place as he wraps his arm around your waist, "So, there's nothing to worry," he adds, pressing a soft kiss on your nape — making your cheeks warm.

"Whatever, just don't do it here," you reply, pushing him away before entering your house and place down the can at a table while Sebastian looks around. "It's bigger than before. Guess you're very rich now, huh?" He comments, looking at the small flower vase on the table.

"Thanks to your mom that I have the second floor and cellar now," you reply before entering your room to change the clothes, looking at a black hoodie Sebastian left once in the drawer before taking it out to give back.

"Keep it," he says when he notices your hand, holding his hoodie, "It's a gift for you," he pushes the hoodie back into the drawer before taking a look at your current outfit.

Unlike your previous sailor outfit, you're wearing something more revealing — a strapped crop top and miniskirt that stops mid thighs. "What?" You asked, looking at his reflection on the mirror as you tie your hair up.

"You look great, that's it," he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist, feeling the peeking bare skin below your stomach against his palm. "Nothing else," he nuzzles against your neck.

"Uh-huh," you smile before walking to the bed, patting the empty space beside you — asking him to sit down. "Only if you sit here," you shift away from your original position almost instantly — following his order then resting your head against his chest.

Leaning against your headboard, Sebastian wraps his arms around you tightly — pressing kisses over your bare skin, leaving trail of his marks from your neck down to the chest. Sliding his hand down to give your hip a squeeze — he lets out soft chuckle when you let out a soft yelp, slapping his chest jokingly.

"Gosh, I missed you," he whispers, pushing your top over your head and watch your breasts spill from the bra — fondling them in his hands gently while nibbling on your skin, watching your hazed eyes looking away from his touch.

"I— I'm not in the mood," you murmur, pushing his hands away, "Sorry, I'm not feeling like doing it, Seb."

Retracting his hands away, he shakes his head — telling you it's his fault for not noticing your discomfort when he touches you. "We can do something else, you know?" He tries to persuade you — to let you stay by his side at least for another minute.

Alas, you shake your head and point the door with your thumb — feeling want to be left alone for some time and ask him to spend time with Abigail and Sam more — as they're his friends before you come to the town.

"I— you know that, you and Sam are the only friends I have here, right?" He whispers desperately, holding onto your arm.

"What was that, Seb?" You ask, didn't catch him from the first time as Sebastian shakes his head gently. "It's nothing. Take care, okay? I'll ask my mom to bring you pumpkin soup tomorrow morning if you still feeling sick," he replies before walking out from the house — feeling frustrated because his long awaited holiday will be spent for literally nothing but arcade, cigarette, night ride and pool.

It has been two weeks and Robin's worried about Sebastian's condition due to your absence. "It's been weeks, right? Is she okay?" Maru asks as Robin tells her about your condition the last time she visited your house to bring some pumpkin soup.

Sam, being a sweetheart he is, decides to pay a visit to your house while carefully stepping into your room — not wanting to wake you up at seven in the morning during weekends.

"Hey, doll, you alright?" Sam brushes your hairs away from your face, looking at your droopy eyes — still sleepy. "I brought you pizza," he says, helping you to sit down on the bed and placing the box on your lap.

"So, wanna talk about it?" Sam asks, taking a bite from his slice while looking at you expectantly — demanding an answer for the recent event between you and Sebastian. "Abigail been hooking up with him, right?" You asked, taking a small gulp from a soda he got from his workplace.

"An old news— but, yes," he replies, crashing down his soda can before helping you out to clean up the mess. From the messy pile of dirty clothes at the corner of the room to the dished from this morning — Sam helps you out without any single question, flashing a smile whenever you tell him that he doesn't have to do it.

"It's a good thing we set the sprinklers on time," you sigh, laying down on the bed with Sam — who nods tiredly, feeling his fingers went numb due to the difficulty to set up the small and delicate parts of the sprinkler, not wanting to break any. "Being a farmer is hard, huh? What do you do during free time anyway? I'm curious."

Sam sits down in the bed with crossed legs, waiting for your answer obediently as you chuckle out in your head, imagining how he has puppy ears and wagging tail behind him with doe like eyes — begging for another treat to enjoy. "Anything that I can get on my hands," you smile lightly, hinting at him by resting my head against his shoulder.

"Well, it's been a while, huh?" He smiles gently, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand before pinching your chin to plant a peck on your lips.

Before you know Sebastian personally, Sam used to be your fling especially during summer and you can bet how good he is — both as a friend and fling. Because he wants you to know others, he decided to introduce you to Abigail and Sebastian first because they're his close friends.

Pulling you to sit down between his thighs, Sam rests his hands on your thighs and massage the inner part gently — teasing you by entering a digit inside, watching you getting shuddered from his action alone.

"Just— focus on me, okay?" He gives you a reassuring smile, resting his hand against your cheek before you gives him a curt nod and tangle your hand into his hairs — giving him permission to do whatever he wants to do to you.

It's been months and Sebastian hasn't received any reply from you in the instant message. "What's up with her?" He bites his nail nervously, clicking on the refresh page button for few times before giving up and turns off his computer after his mother told him that Sam and Abigail will come downstairs to meet him.

Instead of two people, he only see Abigail — which raises a question in his head because Sam won't miss any chance to spend some time with Abigail and him. "Where's Sam?" He asks Abigail, who shrugs her shoulders off, "He said he'll be a bit late."

After half an hour, Sam shows up with you few steps behind — making Sebastian's heart beat faster than usual as his face getting heated up. "Hey, sorry for the late appearance and unexpected plus one," Sam rubs his nape with wry chuckles — feeling relief when Sebastian lets him go.

"The merrier, the better," Abigail claps her hands with bright smile before giving you a space to sit down beside her on sofa. "Thanks," you murmurs under the breath, fixing up your skirt to sit comfortably.

"It's a rare thing for you to wear other than overalls and turtleneck," Abigail comments, noticing your outfit — a high neck ruffled blouse, skirt with suspender and mary jane with thigh high socks. "Here, your hair will look good if you style it this way," she lets down your hair before styling it to a half updo.

"You look cute like that!" Sam pinches your nose gently — cooing at your fired up cheeks. "Shut up," you exclaim, lips jutting out at his comment before letting out a small smile at his small gesture of adoration.

"It's rare for you to dress up. Dating someone?" Sebastian asks — hiding out his shaky hands under his desk due to his dismay to find you in love with someone else that's not him.

Turning your head away, Sebastian can assure that the answer is ...

"No!" You exclaim out, fidgeting on your seat, "I mean, there's someone who I've been falling in love with but I'm not brave enough to ask him out," you slump into the sofa — leaving the noirette big waves of relief.

"You must have been joking around with me," Sebastian mutters to Sam, who sits down on his bed — replying to him with a small head shake. "Sam, seriously? You fall in love with her?" Sebastian asks — trying to cross-check his friend's answer.

"Yes, I think I'm in love with her," Sam mutters, a hint of doubt still lingering around.

Sebastian's mind is a hot mess right now — his friend is in love with his crush and it weighs his heart more than ever.

"I mean, not to ruin your day — but, did she give you any sign to keep going? I don't want you to feel led on," he asks carefully, trying not to sound like a jerk he is towards his love rival.

"Remember when she dressed up yesterday? We went to buy some ice cream before coming to your place then had a date at the saloon," Sam smiles lightly, remembering the day he spent with you — but Sebastian doesn't like it, especially if it's with his friend.

"Date?" Sebastian furrows his eyebrows at him — not feeling sure how this date of his and you were. "Well, we had dinner together, playing arcade and then I walked her home!" Sam grins radiantly much to Sebastian's dismay.

"Doesn't it just like what you do with Abby and me usually?" Sebastian scoffs, crossing his arms over the chest as Sam shakes his head. "It's different because I can know more about her — to spend some quiet, intimate moment with my loved one," he puffs out his chest, feeling proud to be able to differentiate those two events.

As for Sebastian, he's livid — because his crush had a date with his close friend, something he wished to happen to him. Yet, he doesn't have any heart to ruin his friend's happiness — especially knowing how this is his first time to feel genuinely enjoyed something at this town.

"Good for you then," he shrugs his shoulders off before telling Sam that he wants to finish some modules because his clients want them to finish before this weekend. "I see, good luck then!" Sam grins, giving him a squeeze on shoulder, "I'll go to her place then since Abby is busy, too," he adds before Sebastian grabs his wrist.

"Huh? What's wrong, Seb?" Sam cocks his head to side, noticing Seb's grasp on his wrist. "Uh, you gonna go to the farm?" He asks out, trying not to stutter before Sam answers it with a nod.

"I'm in,"

"And that's the last one!" You grin at both of men in front of you, holding a peace sign with a grin plastered over your face. "Here, lemme help you," Sam takes out a handkerchief and wipes away dirt from your face — making sure there's no stain left.

Sebastian, who sits at the porch with his lemonade, can't help but feel jealous towards Sam. Aside from the fact he knew you first and spends more time with you than Sebastian, he kinds wish he can show more affection to you too in public and vice versa instead of hiding behind the walls and spending the night — only to find you already leave for your farm or he finishing his modules.

"Hey, dark wizard, you good?" You place your hands against the hips, cocking your head to the side while trying to take a good look at his face. "You've been quiet since you came. If Sam forces you to be here, it's alright with you to leave," you offers with a gentle smile before taking off your gloves and boots — washing off the remaining soil before put on your house sandals.

"I— actually, do you mind if I crash around? I need to finish some works and the house's been kinda.. noisy," he rubs his nape, shifting his gaze lower from your hair before it naturally stops at your chest — almost spilling out from your low cut tank top, almost translucent due to your sweat and water.

"I don't mind it. Though, tell your mom about it first, so she won't be worried," you reply, throwing a small towel over the shoulder before walking to the door. "Well, it's kinda late now. So, I'll just leave before my mom nagged me," Sam grins, giving Seb a small fist and hug you loosely — walking away from your sight.

When it was only both of you and Sebastian at the porch, casually hanging out to play some board games while eating fresh peaches and apricots you harvested before — Sebastian thought it'll stay as how he thought it was — boring and uneventful.

But after watching Sam stepping away from the last stone path at your place — he feels a certain feeling of proud and victory, being the last man to stay at your place tonight instead of him. "You in?" Sebastian blinks his eyes back to the reality because of your question — following you inside the cottage.

"How's your date yesterday?" He asks out of nowhere, stabbing the hash browns and Salisbury steak you made for dinner. "Date? What date? I was busy fighting off giant larvae at mines," you reply, feeling confused about this 'date' he talks about.

"Sam told me you both had a date before and after leaving my place," he looks at you with uneasiness — hoping it was just an exaggeration. "Oh, that. Why?" He shakes his head, taking a salt shaker for his steak, "How's it? Hope he didn't do anything stupid," he mutters under his breath.

"I mean, I don't think Penny will see it stupid," he raises his head, feeling confused about how Penny got dragged into this conversation. "Jodi couldn't come and Shane left after half an hour. So, I decided to join in this family day as Jas' 'mother', much to Vincent's distaste," you quote air it with your fingers, chuckling lightly at the memory.

"I thought you had ice cream and dinner with him," he looks down to the corner of the table, poking lightly at the chipping wood. "I did! I mean, not only with him — but, still with him," you reply out, trying not to freak out about this whole interrogation when you find it clicked.

"Seb,"

"Yeah, doll?"

"Are you by any chance.. jealous of Sam?"

Cling!

Sebastian drops his utensils at your suspicion before crouching down to take it back and place it on the table — cleaning them up with napkin to ignore your question. Because of his racing heart, he's scared he'll say something stupid once he opens up his mouth to answer you.

"Yes," a small affirmation escapes from his lips as he smacks his hand over the mouth — hoping it came out smaller than he thought, feeling embarrassed for feeling one despite his relationship with you that's a mere no string attached.

"I see," you mutter down before standing up to grab his empty plate to wash with yours. Drying up your hands, you turn your head to see Seb, with head hanging out again your sofa's arm.

Clicking your tongue at his behaviour (which had become one of your pet peeves), you walk to his direction and crouch down to see his eyes. "What?" Seb raises an eyebrow, resting his hand over your head, "don't you have works to do?" You tilt your head to side slightly, waiting for his answer.

"I'm a bit lazy right now," he replies before pulling you to his chest, "let's snuggle instead," he rests his chin against your shoulder — snaking his hands underneath your top, feeling your soft bare skin against his calloused fingers (which was caused by his increasing riding out habit).

"Do you really want to snuggle?" You place your hands over his chest, looking at him with a cheeky smile. "Nah, I don't," he gives you a half-smile before pressing you against his hips, kneading your breast gently before peppering some light marks over then.

Pushing his trousers down, you give him a few slow pumps — enjoying his soft grunts and lowered moans from his lips before getting down to him, tangling your fingers with his. "You feel so good," he pants, placing his hand over your nape to press your forehead against his — looking into your eyes deeply.

"I love you, forever and always. I will always love you, now and then," he smiles gently before widening his eyes at the sight of your tears. "No— What's wrong? I'm sorry," he cups both your cheeks, coaxing you with sweet praises and apologies while you shaking your head at his words.

"I love you, too, Seb," you reply, making a small blush blossoming onto his cheeks with a smile plastered over his lips. "It's good to hear that the feeling's mutual," he whispers lightly then bottom out under you, thrusting inside you slower than before.

"Are you close, doll?" You nod your head furiously before he plants one last kiss on your lips, spurting a thick, white rope of a mess inside you. Feeling it dripping down to his thighs, Seb fixes up his posture — taking couple of tissues to clean you up then standing up.

"I'll run a bath for you before taking a drag outside," he kisses your forehead sweetly, giving you a lingering gaze after parted away and enter the bathroom — while you laying down on the sofa, thinking about how he could have fallen in love with someone like you.

Of course it's amazing to have your crush liking you back and you can say this is one of the best moments in your life as you take out your phone to send a small 'thanks for your effort' to Sam and place it down when Seb has come out from the bathroom.

"You don't take one?" Seb shakes his head, "Already when filling up your tub," he replies, gives your head a small pat before walking out to the porch with a bottle of Red Label and a box of Camel, his favourite — watching the thick white smoke disappearing with the night breeze.

"Can I get some?" Your head peaking out from behind the oak door, water dripping down from your hair to the floor. "C'mere," Seb places his towel over your head, dying up your hairs gently as he takes a swift whiff of your scent — something sweet and floral, a bit earthy, though.

"Here, open your mouth," Seb places the lip of the bottle against yours, watching you take few gulps obediently. "Gah! It's strong!" you pout, resting your chin on his arm — earning a small chuckle from him. "Well, can't say it's not," he replies, lighting up another cig for himself — blowing it into your face.

"Ugh, I don't like it," you grunts, referencing to his smoke that his your face before he put the burnt end on his portable ashtray. "Aight, won't do it again," he replies, pressing a soft kiss to your neck and earning a small 'good' from you.

#stardew valley #stardew sebastian #sebastian x reader #sebastian fic #sebastian imagine #sebastian smut #sebastian fluff #tw. implied stalking #tw. cigarette #tw. drinking

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A STEP FURTHER

Sequel to SIT ON ME

a/n: as per requested, here is a part two to my recent sebastian fic! hope you guys will like it as much as you did the previous part! also, there’s not gonna be any more parts!

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Assistant!Reader

word count: 3k

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You were expecting it. You knew how the internet and most importantly, Sebastian’s fans work. Just hours after the event, dozens of videos got out of Sebastian saying that he wanted you to sit on him if he was a chair, an answer to a highly inappropriate question that shouldn’t have been asked in the first place, but your crazy ass boss thought otherwise.

It washed over the whole fandom and soon enough everyone was talking about the two of you. And because part of your job is to be up to date about Sebastian’s media presence, you had to face not just him but yourself all over the internet. Fans started to dig up every tiny interaction between the two of you caught on camera, they posted photo montages of you and him just out and about or going from one meeting to the other. They started to look for signs that you’re dating and half of the fandom became convinced that you’re in a secret relationship. Speculations and rumors spread faster than wildfire and there was no way to stop it, you just had to live with it.

In the meanwhile, Sebastian didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all. It’s like he didn’t even acknowledge the fuss about the two of you, like it was all so natural and normal to be seen as a couple by the whole world when you were just his employee.

“What? It’s not like I ever addressed anything about my dating life,” he shrugged one day when you asked him why he is not caring about the situation at all. And that was pretty much it.

The fans wouldn’t have been that big of a deal to you either. They are strangers, they always get fixated on something and soon enough you knew something new would come up and make them forget about your existence. The people close to you on the other hand are a whole different side of the story.

Following the event, Mackie wouldn’t shut up about Sebastian being hopelessly in love with you and he would nag you to go on a date already, getting on your nerves even more than he usually does with his nosiness. You love the man, you really do, but he needs to learn how to stay in his own lane.

And then, slowly but surely every friend you and Sebastian shared caught up on the story and they started asking you about it again and again and you had to tell them the same thing every damn time: you and Sebastian were working together, no romance was involved between the two of you.

No one believed you.

Now it’s been weeks and people still go crazy whenever you and Seb step out together, which happens quite often since he’s been having a busy month work-wise. Paparazzi are always following you around, catching every moment you spend out in the public, putting you on the tabloids nonstop. It’s become your usual.

Another day, another event. The day starts early for you before you pick Sebastian up and heading out to have breakfast before you are supposed to show up at the concert hall that’s going to be the venue of today’s interview and Q&A.

“Mackie has been blowing my phone up all morning,” you grumble upon seeing another text from said man before you just turn your phone screen facing down so you can finish your toast in peace.

“What does he want?” Sebastian hums.

“He is asking if I’m coming today, as if I missed any events these past weeks,” you huff shaking your head.

“He has been acting weird,” Sebastian grimaces, reaching for his coffee. “Weirder than his usual,” he adds.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, he just asks weird stuff,” he shrugs, not paying much attention to it and you decide to do the same.

Not much later, you’re finished with your food, only sipping on your coffee when you spot a group of girls near your table, their phones pointing in your direction and you have to stop yourself from growling, turning a little so you’re not facing the phones entirely. Sebastian notices your discomfort and looking around he spots the girls as well before turning back to face you. He doesn’t say a word, just gets up from his seat and strides over to the group as you watch him with wide eyes.

“Hi girls, can I ask you to delete the pictures you took, please? I’m happy to take selfies with you, just please don’t post the ones of us eating, okay?” you hear him ask them, leaving you completely speechless. Luckily, the girls are happy to obligate and he quickly poses for pictures with all of them before joining you back at the table.

“Why did you do that?” you ask him, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You clearly didn’t like that they took pictures of us and I know you don’t like how we are being talked about recently, so I thought I would… try to help about that a little,” he shrugs, finishing the rest of his coffee.

“I just don’t like that everyone is in our business,” you sigh, folding your arms on your chest as you lean back in your seat.

“So we have business? Together?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at you over the table.

“That’s not how I… We talked about this, Seb,” you breathe out, your shoulders falling forward.

“Ages ago. Things might have changed since then,” he suggests shrugging his shoulder.

“I still work for you,” you point it out. “Things are better this way.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” he mumbles, clearly hurt by your words, but there’s not much you can do against it. “Let’s go, I don’t want Mackie to be up in my ass for being late,” he sighs, leaving the money on the table that most likely covers both your meals and a fat tip as well.

The car ride to the venue is silent, but not in the comfortable way it sometimes is. It’s awkward and you keep glancing at him, trying to find the right words but you’re not even sure what you want to tell him.

I’m sorry we work together so we can’t date? I’m sorry I keep rejecting you? I’m sorry I’m afraid if we go any further than this it will ruin our friendship?

You have absolutely no idea how to deal with it, so you just stay silent, right until you arrive to the venue. Before Seb could get out of the car you speak up.

“Are you mad at me now?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip.

“I’m not mad, Y/N. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you,” he truthfully answers, his eyes only falling on you after he has spoken.

“But there’s something, I can tell.”

“I’m just a little frustrated, is all.”

“Because of what people say about us?” you make a guess.

“Because there’s this unsaid situation between us and you just don’t let me address it. You don’t want to talk about it and whenever it’s brought up, you just shut the door right at my face,” he explains and with each spoken word, you feel worse and worse.

“It’s a complicated situation,” you breathe out.

“It’s not,” he retorts. “Do you not like me?”

“Of course I like you!”

“Okay, I like you too so why can’t we be more than just friends?”

“Because we are not just friends. I’m working for you, it’s a different situation!”

“Y/N, this is not an office job, there’s no HR, no policies, we can do whatever we want!” he chuckles bitterly as you keep your eyes down. You don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s not just because of work, but because you’re terribly afraid of being a disappointment to him if you eventually give it a try.

Your silence doesn’t amuses Sebastian and you don’t have time to rave any longer about the situation.

“Forget it, sorry I brought it up again. Let’s just… get over with this thing,” he mumbles before getting out of the car.

You move around each other like strangers, he is clearly avoiding to even look at you and you’re feeling guilty even though you don’t think you have a reason to. Still, you hate seeing him this upset, especially when it’s because of you.

The change in your act is not that evident, but Mackie immediately notices it. When you walk past him he grabs your wrist and pulls you aside.

“What the hell is going on?” he asks with wide, curious eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you retort, acting innocent, but there’s a reason why you didn’t become an actress, you suck at even lying.

“You and Seb are acting like a divorcing couple!” he whisper-yells. Pursing your lip you start chewing on the inside of your cheek as you nervously tap your foot on the ground.

“We just… had a little disagreement.”

“About what?”

“Us,” you breathe out, your head hanging low.

“Wait, so there is an ‘us’?” he asks, air-quoting the last word and you roll your eyes at him.

“No, that’s what the disagreement was about. He wants and I…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t, because I know that’s bullshit. Y/N, I see the way you look at that man, why are you making it so hard for the both of you?”

“It’s just—It might ruin everything and I can’t afford that right now.”

“Ruin everything?!” he grimaces. “What would it ruin?”

“I said fucking everything!” you snap at him, losing your patience that you’re the only one who has issues with the situation. “Our friendship, my job, everything! And I don’t want that. I can’t have that.”

“Dating someone wouldn’t ruin the friendship, Y/N. This is not middle school. Friendship is part of being with someone and you two have that. Just let it take a step further.”

“Thanks for the advice, but I’m good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have stuff to do,” you mumble under your breath before walking away from him before he could get another word out.

It’s not that you don’t want it, because you do, you really do. You’ve been in love with the man for a long time and knowing that he has feelings for you too makes you have a heart attack every time you think about it. But you are so afraid it might go south and then you’ll end up losing your job and one of your closest friends as well. Because above everything Sebastian grew to be your biggest confidant, the person you turn to whenever you are feeling down, when you need a shoulder to cry on, you can’t imagine your life without him anymore and it’s not just about the times when you’re working. Traveling around the world with him is a blessing, you love the little moments you share, the late night movie nights in hotel rooms or when you’re exploring a new city together. You love messing around in his trailer when he is filming, making silly videos on sets or playing around with props you shouldn’t even touch. You can share anything with him and vice versa. If you lose him for whatever reason, you would be left with a hole in your life that would just simply never disappear, because no one will ever be like him and that’s a fact. You’re terribly afraid to risk everything for something that might not even work. You might be a horrible item, romance can bring out things of people that haven’t shown before.

The guys finally get on stage and you watch them from the side as always. It goes as usual, they are joking around, making a show, entertaining the audience as they go over the interview before the question round starts. You don’t realize it at first, but you’re holding your breath as one question follows the other, you’re scared someone might ask Sebastian about you and the shit show would blow up again. You can only hope his answer wouldn’t be as stupid as it was before. But luckily, the audience keeps you out of their business, only focusing on what’s important, so you start to feel relieved. Right until the whole event is nearing its end and Mackie decides to take matters into his own hands.

“I think we have time for one more question,” the interviewer announces and dozens of hands shoot up into the air, desperate to get the chance to ask the men on stage, but before anyone could get the mic, Mackie speaks up.

“Actually, can I have that last question?” he chimes in holding up a finger.

“Uh, sure, go ahead!” the interviewer responds, clearly a little puzzled about his request. Mackie then turns to face Sebastian who is sitting on his right and just by the look on his face you already know what it’s gonna be about.

“Sebastian, my question is: What do you love most about Y/N?”

He can barely finish the question, the crowd erupts in cheers and whistles that he had the guts to ask him about you, but you’re feeling different about his ballsy move.

“Mackie! No!” you shout from the side, both men looking your way. Mackie tries to look innocent while Sebastian’s face is unreadable, his piercing blue eyes are just staring right back at you and you wish you could read his mind.

“Alright, I take back the ques—“ Mackie starts in a mumble, but Sebastian is quick to cut him off.

“Nah, I’ll answer,” he simply says, another round of cheering filling the place and you accept defeat.

Squatting down you hug your knees to your chest as you listen to the inevitable answer Sebastian is about to give.

“What I love the most about Y/N is that she is genuinely the best person anyone could ever have in their life. She is so selfless and caring towards others, always got her friends’ back no matter what. I love that we aren’t just simply working together but we are friends too, really good ones and that I know nothing can change that.”

Listening to his soothing voice through the speakers, you feel your throat closing up, especially at the last part he just said. Chewing on your bottom lip you tilt your head to the side as he continues.

“Literally anything can happen, we could have the worst fight ever and I still know that we would make up no matter what. She is… just an amazing and exceptional person.”

There’s a heavy moment of silence and you’re staring at him from afar with teary eyes as his eyes are glued to his hands in his lap.

“Damn,” Mackie breathes out, making everyone laugh and Sebastian’s gaze rises to him with a small smile on his lips.

There’s no time to dwell on his answer, the event needs to end. The interviewer thanks for their time and as the crowd cheers to them they head off the stage, waving at them until they disappear.

You’ve moved to the corner of the room, not wanting to be in the way, but you’re still not over the speech Sebastian just gave about you. As he appears from the stage his eyes are clearly scanning the room, searching for someone and when he finally spots you, his face hardens as he heads in your way. You’re standing with your hand covering your lips, eyes still slightly watered and seeing you like this he knots his eyebrows together in worry.

“Hey, what’s—“

“Did you mean that?” you breathe out, your voice trembling. “Did you mean it that nothing can change that?”

“Of course,” he nods, finally seeing what this is all about. “We’ve always found our way back to each other, haven’t we?”

“But dating is so much different than what we do now!” you breathe out, still not entirely sure it’s what you should do.

“Why would it be?” he chuckles softly. “We are already spending the majority of our time together, we know each other better than some couples, it wouldn’t be that big of a change, Y/N. And just like how it could ruin things between us, not taking the step could do the same, because sooner or later it’s gonna be unbearable, one of us might end up dating someone else and that wouldn’t do good to us for sure. I would rather accept the end of it knowing that we gave us a try than not even trying.”

“What if I turn out to be a completely shitty girlfriend?” you ask in a whisper as he steps closer, his hands finding your wrists as he pulls them away from your face, holding them gently. “W-What if I—“

“Shut up,�� he cuts you off chuckling. “There’s no chance you are shitty at anything,” he replies teasingly, making you smile the slightest. “But even if you do end up being one, we’ll work on it together.”

His hands guide your hands around his waist, you hold onto his shirt as he cups your face in his hands, his face inching closer until his nose is brushing against yours.

“I really hope you’re right,” you breathe out, giving up to resist it any longer. There’s no use.

“Was I ever not right?” he asks smugly.

“Oh remember when—“

You don’t get to finish, because he silences you the best way possible, his lips smashing onto yours. It’s been long due and it doesn’t disappoint, his lips feel soft and perfect against yours, you can’t help but let out a pleased hum as your hands slide up his toned chest and your arms curl around his neck while his hands find your waist strong arms circling your waist as he pulls you tight against him.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Mackie’s voice breaks the moment and as you both pull back and turn in his direction, you see him pump his fist into the air with a victorious smirk on his face.

“Mind your own business, Mackie!” Seb calls out to him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck giggling like a little school girl.

“It’s my business! I made it happen!” Mackie retorts and a laugh rumbles through Seb’s chest.

“I’ll send you a thank you gift card later!” he shouts back before turning to you again, kissing the side of your head.

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Omg that enemy to lover fic with Lance was superb *chefs kiss* lol! Can you do another one were you’re like Seb’s little sister and you and Lance don’t really get along and you two accidentally get locked in a room together and there’s cute teasing and bickering when you two accidentally touch hands and have a moment and kiss as it gets a little heated you get caught by Seb. I think that would be sooo goood

locked up / lance stroll

(not my gif! credits to the owner)

warnings: just a little steamy, kissing, bickering... uh yeah

a/n: hi i'm finally getting through the requests!!!! this one didn't really turn out written how i'd hoped for it too but here it is haha hope you enjoy it :3 trying to get out of my writer's block merp thank you requesting this one!

No. No. No. This can’t be happening to you right now. You were supposed to be on your way back to the hotel, getting ready for dinner before your brother got back from the paddock. You initially didn’t even want to come watch the practice sessions today, but you found yourself bored at the start of the day and came out anyway. Wrong choice. You twist the doorknob in front of you, willing for it to magically click open. You groan as the door remains jammed shut.

“This is your fault.” The voice behind you says. You hadn’t meant to enter his room, but you swore you could hear the voice of the creepy guy who wouldn’t stop bothering you every time you were in the paddock from the end of the hallway so you forced yourself into the nearest room possible. It just happened to be Lance Stroll’s personal room. “How was I supposed to know you can’t keep a door fully functional?” You shoot back. Lance chuckles from where he is perched on the sofa. “Or maybe you actually wanted to get locked in a room with me. It was working perfectly fine until you slammed the door shut entering.” You shoot Lance a look. “I would not want to be stuck with you anywhere.”

You and Lance had never really gotten along. You wouldn’t go so far to say that you absolutely hated each other, but you both would definitely not choose to spend any time with each other if it wasn’t necessary. You agreed to try to be civil with him when Seb, your brother, asked you to be nice since he wanted you to get along with the new team he joined. For as long as you could remember, you were always there to support Seb at races when you could. You loved meeting the people he got to work with and learning more about the sport. It just so happened that the only person who rubbed you the wrong way was Lance and the air of cockiness that seemed to surround his every move.

So the universe probably thought it was being really funny when it decided to have you and Lance stuck in a room together. “Why are you even here?” “You’re literally in my room. I should be asking you that.” Lance deadpans. You feel your cheeks heating up, annoyed that he does have a point. You power on anyway. “No. I mean, aren’t you supposed to be doing driver stuff like analyzing data instead of just sitting here?” You pull your phone out as you say this, thinking about whether you want to bother your brother or not. You know Seb would make sure you were okay, but you also know how important his time with his team is and you don’t want to interrupt any of his sessions. “I don’t know how this concerns you, but I was actually just changing out of my race suit when you barged in.” You look at the direction Lance has pointed to and see a discarded race suit sitting in a pile on the floor. “And you don’t lock your door when you change?” “Clearly not because I’m always desperately wishing you come in and catch me changing.” You roll your eyes at Lance’s sarcasm. “I’m sure you do.” Silence envelopes the room and you stare at the floor for quite some time, once again weighing your options to just phone your brother. Lance is typing something on his phone. “You can sit down, you know. The floor is quite comfortable.” He jokingly offers after a while. You look at Lance, sitting comfortably on the large couch. “Glad to know I’m only worth sitting on the floor.” Lance rolls his eyes. “Do you want to sit beside me?” He offers, the expression on his face revealing he’s sure you would rather not. “I think I do.” You reply, just to challenge him. It’s always a game with Lance. You plop yourself on the opposite end of the couch, keeping as much distance as possible. “If you scoot over just a bit more, you’ll end up on the floor anyway.” “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you want me to sit closer to you.” You tease. Lance scoffs. “Where are you pulling this out of?” You move marginally closer to him. Lance shifts in his seat, unfamiliar with the new space (or lack, thereof) between you two.

“Are you getting nervous, Stroll?” You say, placing your hand between the both of you to steady yourself as you lean forward. Lance meets your eyes, holding your gaze. The atmosphere in the room has suddenly shifted, the awkwardness that Lance initially had disappearing as quickly as it came. He leans forward and says, “I think you are.” You’re about to say something back when suddenly you feel something touch your hand. You glance down and see that Lance’s hand had landed on top of yours as he was leaning forward. You look back up and raise an eyebrow at Lance. “Well, I think you are trying to make a move on me.” Lance does not move his hand from yours. “And if I am?” You smirk, amused by the situation. “And if you are, what?” Lance eyes move from yours down to your lips. “And if I am making a move on you, what does that mean to you?” His eyes meet yours again. “Well, what does it mean to you?” You tease. Somehow, the space separating the two of you has grown even smaller. “You just can’t answer properly, can you?” You nod in reply. “Sometimes, I wish you would just shut up.” Lance continues. “I didn’t even say anything.” You whisper now, the both of you way closer than you’d ever imagined possible. You can see how brown his eyes are, never really noticing before how pretty a shade they are. “But all of the other times, I know you do it on purpose to rile me up.” Lance’s hand is now drawing circles on yours. “It’s just so fun to do when it’s you.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. Actually-“ Your train of thought is cut off as Lance suddenly eliminates the space between you both. The first thing that enters your head is: oh my god we’re actually kissing. The next thing is: oh my god he’s actually really good at this.

You kiss him back after a while, your free hand now resting on his chest. Lance moves his hand from the one resting on top of yours to your waist, squeezing gently. You let out a small gasp at the contact and Lance takes that opportunity to deepen the kiss. You break away from the kiss, moving down to his neck and planting kisses. Lance pulls you on top of him, making you straddle him. “So that’s how to get you to shut up.” He says, his hands running up and down the sides of your body. He brings your face level back to his and kisses you again. You push yourself closer to his body, feeling his excitement by your inner thighs. He groans in the kiss. You start shifting your hips forward and back, the feeling of your center rubbing against him building pressure in the bottom of your stomach. Lance starts kissing your jaw. “You look so hot right now, trying to get yourself off on me.” The pleasure you’re feeling multiplies, his words almost pushing you to the edge. You continue rocking back and forth on him as he whispers into your ear. Lance’s hands are now under your blouse, feeling you up. “That’s it, go on. Let yourself go.” You can’t believe you’re actually dry humping him right now, the thought of it so dirty in your head but strangely turning you on even more. You can tell Lance is turned on too, his hips moving with yours to help guide you. You can feel it build up. It’s coming. It’s coming. It’s-

“What the fuck?”

If there was ever a way to kill an orgasm as quickly as possible, it would be this. You and Lance are both frozen in place. You’ve stopped grinding on him but his hands are still on the skin in your back. You’re both staring at each other wide-eyed. That could only be the voice of your brother. “I came here because Lance is texting me, begging to get you out of his room that you’re both locked in and you’re doing this? What the fuck?” You can’t bring yourself to meet Seb’s eyes but you get yourself off of Lance immediately. You plop yourself next to Lance. “It just happened?” You offer, finally gaining the courage to look at your brother. Seb shakes his head and mutters something under his breath. He looks at the both of you, clearly displeased. “Yeah, whatever is going on here, fix yourselves. You’re both old enough. The door is unlocked so… Yeah. I don’t know what to say. This is awkward. I don’t wanna walk into that again.” Seb scratches his head as he quickly walks out of the room, now confused at how to approach the situation.

You and Lance are alone in his room again. You both say nothing for a while until you glance at him and see he’s already looking at you. You can’t say anything, but you start laughing. He starts laughing too. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you texted my brother. Are you actually insane?” You hide your face in your hands. “Well, I figured he was going to make sure you were out quicker.” You groan, embarrassed already at the thought of facing your brother again. You get up, shaking your head. “Yeah. Remind me never to get locked in a room with you.” Lance simply chuckles. “Well, you know where to find me if ever you want to anyway.”

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