#for seb i actually have so many photos of his that i enjoy but this one 🫵 is too funny not to ffjdjjdksksks

[dsencb]

favorite photos of favorite drivers brainrot

#f1 #f1 fanart #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #jenson button #sebastian vettel #the only one missing from this drawing is prolly mick but I’m too tired now #for seb i actually have so many photos of his that i enjoy but this one 🫵 is too funny not to ffjdjjdksksks #*POINTS AT YOU* don’t forget to love yourself sweetheart #sen draws #but will i draw more? who knows

[agendabymooner]

she's everything... and he's just mick ! mick s. x ofc (filipino!nanny!ofc)

summary: in the first race of the season, the vettels made their appearance as a family of three (or four) as kimi vettel debuts as the newest vettel of the grid and a mick schumacher fan. OR let me introduce barbara elisandra 'barbie' blanco - the woman that the vettel couple fostered for years who now takes care of the two year old boy alongside kimi's uncle mick.

content warning: smau + article. quality kimi vettel (oc) content, some hater getting ratio'd, lewis is a retired king (yes king get that rest), everyone loving kimi, barbie and mick = barbie and ken, three racing team admins fighting on the comment section, drivers also fighting in the comment section (ate = term of endearment)

note: i told y'all i'm gonna continue on with the kimi vettel/crazy rich wife saga 😭 and to all of the users who made my favourite f1 fics— i see you 👀 i’m here and i’m lurking and i’m enjoying

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barblanco posted a story !!!

tagged mickschumacher, belongvettel

liked by barblanco, georgerussell63, lewishamilton

mercedesamgf1 to answer your question: YES, we got our new mercedes ambassador not one- but TWO mercedes cars. uncle mackie said to get him one, but uncle toto said make it double✌️

lewishamilton those are some nice whip, kimi! you don't mind if you take them for a spin with roscoe, do you? 🐶🥶 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 kimi has a lot of furry friends, but the vettels said there's always room for one more!

user1 as we said: BEST VETTEL IN THE GRID

user2 mickschumacher is slowly transforming kimi vettel into a mini mick schumacher and i am here to sit and admire 🥰

mercedesamgf1 like father, like son 🤗

georgerussell63 still upset he wouldn't let go of mick 🙂 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 there's always a next time george!

mickschumacher look at my boy!!! ❤️🤍 liked by mercedesamgf1

belongvettel we started seeing double when he wore that race suit 😅 thank you so much for your warm welcome! kimi definitely loved being around you all and we're looking forward to attend a couple more rounds! 😍 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 anything for our newest favourite vettel!!!

tagged belongvettel, scuderiaferrari, mercedesamgf1

liked by barblanco, mickschumacher, landonorris

user1 how many outfit changes did he have to go through this week what 😭😭

user2 i think some photos were taken in different days 🤔

user3 bel's nightmare is seeing him in a race suit and a powered car 😂 makes me wonder how it went for the first few days

user4 i'm looking forward to seeing the vettels' gridwalk interview!!

f1 us too! 🥰

scuderiaferrari his name is KIMI and VETTEL for a reason f1

redbullracing ur so silly 🤪

mercedesamgf1 no you two are 🤣 scuderiaferrari redbullracing

user5 why are these teams fighting in the comment section?

landonorris he'd look nice on a papaya suit tbh

mickschumacher nah uh

georgerussell63 absolutely not.

maxverstappen1 look at him! can't wait to have a rbr sebastian 2.0 in the grid

mickschumacher ❌ wrong try again ❌

carlossainzjr false news max ❌

landonorris you couldn't be any more wrong lad ❌

charles_leclerc i disagree verstappen ❌

alex_albon belongvettel which team do you think kimi would compete for?

belongvettel none of them because seb won't take him racing on such dangerous places 🙂

mickschumacher boooooo that's not mercedes 👎

tagged belongvettel, barblanco, ginaschumacher

liked by landonorris, georgerussell63, estebanocon

ginaschumacher i actually came to see barbie and kimi but maybe mom went to see you? 😺

mickschumacher 😑

estebanocon its getting so obvious mick 😭

user1 what is getting obvious??? estie???

landonorris s-tier simping tbh 🙃

user2 y'all telling me mick is simping for kimi's nanny? 😏

user3 seb's about to act up frfr 😉

belongvettel my two boys!!! liked by mickschumacher

user4 HER TWO BOYS??? MICK REALLY IS A VETTEL 😍

barblanco you did sooooo good getting those points, mick! (i'm only learning about f1 please don't be mad) ❤️👏 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher thank you, liebe! i'm sure seb and i will be able to teach you more about it!

user5 no because it really is obvious 😺

user6 reading the fast lane daily article, i agree that she lives up to her name barbie bc she really can do anything 😻 i dont blame u for liking her liked by mickschumacher

user7 "liked by mickschumacher" LMAO OBVIOUS MUCH?! this man is giving "wahpsssshhh" energy fr

#formula one fanfiction #formula one fic #formula one imagine #formula one x oc #formula one smau #f1 imagine #f1 fic #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher instagram au #mick schumacher ig au #formula one ig au #formula one social media au #formula one fluff #formula one instagram au #f1 ig au #f1 fanfic #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #formula 1 fic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic #mick schumacher au #mick schumacher smau #mick schumacher social media au

[fandomfluffandfuck]

https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfluffandfuck/748474659346006016

y'know, i've seen this photo so many times but this is the first time i actually looked elsewhere totally not his tits 💀 and realized he's holding a camera.... wow, the photos on that thing must be 💦💦

i kmow there's plenty an au with truckstop hooker/model/pornstar evans (..that i can't find r/n bc search is busted, or is that just me?) but i do love the context that it meant he was taking shots of himself in that photoset 😳

related to one of the photos of Chris from the truck stop hooker shoot

I love having discoveries, lmao 😏

Personally, the first time I saw that photo (and was absolutely murdered by it, it fucking took me out, I was like CHRIS EVANS? THE CHRIS EVANS? HE DID THAT? WHAT? WHEN?), I saw that camera and was hit over the head by the impression that it was supposed to represent his dick 👀

Like, the sheen on his skin, the coloring of the photo making him look like he's blushing, the messy, mused style of his hair, the weight of his eyelids, eyes down, the way his mouth is just-so, open statically, the slight tension on his face, that line between his eyebrows, the perfect hand placement, the spread of his legs... it all reads very ✨️edging✨️ to me, as if we caught him in the act, deep into his session, his hands on his *ahem* camera.

Although, I do really like the idea that it's supposed to hint at the fact that he was taking pictures of himself beforehand 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I can get down with that hard.

Ugh, yeah, I hate that about Tumblr! The search function is so broken, especially when it comes to anything that might be considered NSFW. If you're looking for stuff like that, I have some stuff written that you might enjoy that's tangentially related by nudes, bouncing off of the truck stop hooker vibes, or whatever else:

"I'd Fuck Me"

Chris' reaction to Seb's Monday promo photos

Sub!evanstan with dom!Hayley and dom!Mackie

Drunk Evans sending Sebastian tit pics

Enjoy 😘

Now I'm gonna be thinking about pornstar Evans AU, guh, I've seen Steve and Bucky pornstar AUs around, and there's one pornstar!Seb that I know of but... 😮‍💨😮‍💨 not Chris. I need a Chris porn AU

#asks #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #fic rec

[cable-knit-sweater]

Mayaaaaaa! *knocks on your window* are you alive in there???

That new photoshoot of Chris 🥵 I have thoughts. Many thoughts especially after the richy rich photos of Sebastian from this weekend. It feels like one of those Hallmarky movies.

Imagine this: rich CEO Seb is driving through MA on his way to some retreat or something that he's supposed to go to and find his zen after being totally stressed out. But his stupidly expensive car breaks down in this small town. Local mechanic Chris is there to fix it but it needs a part that'll take a day to come in. Chris offers Seb a place to stay at his farmhouse while he waits because they don't really have hotels.

There's homecooked food, lingering glances, horse riding through the beautiful countryside (it's autumn!). Lots of cosy sweaters, fireplaces and even pumpkin spiced lattes (which tastes better than any coffee chain Sebastian has ever been in).

Then Seb finds himself truly relaxing and enjoying himself for the first time in months - years even. Doesn't even check his emails once.

Oh, and they definitely have sex in that hayloft. Chris is picking out hay from Sebastian's hair with a soft chuckle, loving the way Seb looks in his borrowed clothes (those suits and shirts in Seb's suitcase were too formal).

Anyway - have a great day at work ✨ I'll be here when you need to flail 😘

Tej. I am barely alive. Just, hanging on by a thread, thank you very much for asking 😭😭😭😭

I too have many, many thoughts, most of them highly inappropriate and that my brain needs some more time to think through. Thankfully you’re much less unhinged than me and coming up with this BRILLIANT IDEA.

It’s frankly unfair for them to do this to us in such a short timespan. I’m still very far from being over how Seb looked at that event on Saturday, bc god damn he looked good 😫😫

And then to make it all worse, you ATTACK ME with this??? I am literally begging you to write this fic and also to never talk to me again bc what little was left of my mind has now combusted. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I can just SEE IT so clearly. I’m so weak for the idea of mechanic Chris, in his white tank with oil on his calloused hands, sweat dropping down his neck from a hard day at work, and Sebastian just needing a moment because how the fuck is he supposed to string words together into sentences when there’s this walking wet dream in front of him?

And when Chris does ask him to stay, he’s so eager to say yes, but also thinking this is probably the worst decision ever, because being in close quarters with Chris is going to be a challenge, to say the least. There’s no way Chris is into him - and Chris definitely thinks he’s some sort of spoiled brat at first.

But it actually turns out to be the best decision he’s ever made, because of all that you just said. They get to know each other pretty quickly. Chris makes him realize what the important things in life are, and he finally gets to relax. Of course there are lingering glances, home cooked meals and cosy sweaters. Chris giving him heated looks when Seb is wearing Chris’s clothes. Sebastian feeling absolutely overwhelmed with how this man isn’t just ruggedly handsome, but also incredibly sweet and caring, and a bit of a dork. They just click, and it’s like they’ve known each other forever, but also like this is what Sebastian had been waiting for forever, and desperately needed.

He definitely can’t believe his luck when after the tension builds and builds, they finally give in, and yes, have sex in a hay loft, probably all over the property really. He never really wants to leave.

I absolutely LOVE this whole idea and the fall vibes, and now you’ve written your first Evanstan fic, I NEED YOU to write this one next, pretty pretty please?? I’m gonna be thinking about this all day in between screaming, probably.

I love you and your genius brain so much 💕💕💕

#maya answers #evanstan #rpf #TEJ 💕💕💕 #this is TOO FUCKING MUCH honestly

[tinabelcherseroticfriendfiction]

Paparazzi

Title: Paparazzi Fandom: RPF: Sebastian Stan Pairing: Sebastian Stan/(female)Reader Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Fatphobia, internet trolls, bullying, body dysmorphia, depression, anxiety, etc. Sebastian being the best boyfriend (yes, that is a warning, shut up) Summary: You and Seb have been dating for a while, and while you try to keep out of the spotlight, a surprise paparazzi photo of you arises on the internet and trolls have taken to attacking you. Sebastian comes to the rescue, reminding you that you're perfect no matter what any online bully says.

Yet again, shout out to my beta reader @welcome-to-the-sin-zone for putting up with me :P love you, girl! I do not typically write real person fanfictions, so this is probably going to be the only one I ever write. But enjoy!

User15428654: did u see teh photos of him and his “girlfrined” at the beach? she looks like a beached whale!

User47504165: He looked like he was having fun. She makes him happy, what does her weight have to do with anything?

User58462465: shes a fat bitch. shes just a gold digger, anyway. Theres no way he actually likes her. she probably just gives great head or something. 

User14984145: Seriously, he could have anyone, and he’s wtih this fat cow. The hell? She so ugly.

You sighed and closed your laptop. It wasn’t like you went looking for the negative comments. It was just a hazard of the internet. You had gone online to look for more fanfictions when you managed to tumble down the rabbit hole that is Tumblr, and ended up on a you-bashing thread where everyone was commenting on the paparazzi photo of you and Sebastian that got leaked earlier that week. 

You knew dating a celebrity had consequences. It was one of the many things the two of you had discussed before you agreed to start dating. When you met, you were just a team member of the catering business hired for one of his movies, but you had hit it off so well, he asked you out and you’d been dating ever since. But you both took extra precaution to avoid the spotlight.

Sebastian would invite you to every event, party, and premier he went to, and you would always decline. You weren’t supermodel beautiful. You weren’t this blonde haired blue eyed, 110lb little actress or model that usually hung off the arms of celebrities.

No, your entire life you’ve been reminded that you’re ugly. Fat. And that keeps you out of the spotlight. Your mental health was fragile enough as it was, you didn’t need internet trolls or anyone else making you feel worse.

But Seb had convinced you to go on vacation with him. Not that there had been much convincing. You had jumped on the opportunity to get away, just the two of you, for a week of relaxation and fun. You had gone scuba diving, boating, swimming, and dolphin watching. It was the best week of your life.

Until a photo of you in your swimsuit surfaced the internet. Now, you were back home, in your tiny ass apartment in New York while Seb was at another one of his events, and you had just wanted to read some fanfiction for the night. 

Eyes stinging with unshed tears, you shoved your laptop into your bedside table and threw your phone against the wall, not caring if you broke it. This was why you had been hesitant to date him. You loved Seb. You really did, and he understood you. But being in the public eye was not something you ever wanted. And now, here you were. Feeling worse than you had in months. Your heart felt like it was literally trying to sink into your stomach, your stomach felt like you could vomit at any second, and the tears you had been holding back were now streaming down your face faster than you could wipe them away. 

“Fuck!” you screamed, throwing yourself onto your bed and burying your face in your pillow.

Your whole life you’d been self-conscious of your weight, your parents having pointed it out ever since you were 4. You had tried every diet, been to more Weight Watchers meetings than you could count, and still nothing helped you lose weight. Your parents forced you into sports to try and make you lose weight and even that didn’t work.

There were days when your self-esteem was so low, you couldn’t look at yourself in the mirror. Your favorite outfits felt wrong, and you just wanted to take a scalpel to your body and carve away all the fat and rolls to create your perfect body. 

Those days were the worst. And today was becoming one of them. You tried, you really did, to not let other people’s opinions of you sour your own opinion of yourself. But after over 28 years of not knowing who you were because you had tried to be someone else, it was hard. You’d tried your whole life to be the person others wanted. It wasn’t until you were around 28 that you finally started working on yourself to be authentically you. 

But hearing people trash your boyfriend, the love of your life, because he was dating you, was the straw the broke the camel’s back. It was like every fear you’d had came to light. So you just curled up in bed and cried until you finally fell asleep, hating yourself more and more.

You were woken up by the sound of someone entering your apartment. Any other time, you’d have grabbed your baseball bat and charged like a madwoman at anyone who attempted to break into your place, but you felt so bad you just didn’t care. If they wanted to kill you, let them.

But then you heard Sebastian call your name and you sighed, pulling the blanket up over your head more. You really didn’t want him to see you like this, but your luck was always shit. So you weren’t surprised when he slipped into your tiny bedroom and sat down on the bed next to you .

“Hey, you asleep?” He asked softly as he rested his hand on your head.

“No…” You admitted, your voice rough from crying all night. “The event over?”

“Yeah, it ended last night. Are you alright?”

Last night? You frowned, glancing up from the covers at Sebastian. “What time is it?”

“It’s noon, baby,” He chuckled. “Are you sick? Or just tired? You haven’t answered your phone, I thought maybe you were sick…”

You sighed and rolled over, shaking your head. No, you weren’t sick. Not unless you counted the sickly feeling in your stomach from crying so much. “Just tired…” you lied. 

It was an easy lie. One you’ve used more often that not throughout your life. “How was the… whatever it was?”

“It was good. Wish you had been there.” He always says that. “Scoot over, I wanna cuddle.”

“You know I don’t like the spotlight…” You did as he asked, scooting over as far as you could on the full sized mattress, making room for him.

“I know, but you would have had such a good time. Everyone was cracking dad jokes like it was their job,” He teased you, knowing your love of lame jokes, bad dad jokes, and puns.

You couldn’t bring yourself to even smile, though. “And if I had been there, all the jokes would have been about me!” You bit. “The fat bitch Seb is dating, oh look at the beached whale trying to squeeze into that dress, isn’t it fucking funny? I bet he doesn’t even have to move when they have sex, just smack her belly and ride the waves!” 

“What -” Sebastian sat up and looked down at you, concern etched into his features. “What the hell are you going on about?” He asked, angry.

“Nothing.” you muttered, trying to bury your face into the pillow again, assuming he was pissed at you.

“No, no, no,” Sebastian grabbed your shoulder and rolled you over, actually looking at you for the first time that day, taking in your blood shot eyes, puffy bags underneath them, and the tear stains down your cheeks. “What happened? Who said that to you?” He demanded. “Give me their names. I’ll fucking kick their asses!”

“No one,” You muttered as you rubbed your eyes. “Just - a photo got leaked online and -” “Babe…” Sebastian reached out and brushed the tears off your face. “You are beautiful and perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing about you. And I know you know that, so what happened?” You shook your head a little and sighed, sitting up a bit on the bed and accepting Sebastian’s offer for a hug. “I just wanted to read some fanfictions…” You muttered. “I got on Tumblr and was just trying to find some good Stucky fics, yeah, I know. I’m a dweeb.” You felt Sebastian’s chuckle more than you heard it. “But somehow I ended up on this thread about the photo of me in a swimsuit on our vacation and I just…”

“Please don’t let internet trolls get to you, babe.” Sebastian pleaded. “They don’t know you, they’re just jealous.”

“I know. I know they’re just toxic fans and they’d find any excuse to complain about anyone you were dating, but I am fat. I know it, and I know I’m not some conventional beauty, or live up to any beauty standards, and it’s taken my whole life to try and be comfortable in my own skin, but it still hurts. It hurts so bad… And people posting about how we’re never seen in public because you’re ashamed of me - and I know you aren’t,” you quickly added before he could say anything. “I know. It’s my choice, and I want to reply and be like ‘listen, cunt, the reason he’s not seen with me is because I asked him not to! Not the other way around, you stubid fucking walnut’, but I can’t because I don’t wanna be attacked even more… I wish I was skinny… I really do. I want to be a size four with perky little tits and a small ass and a thigh gap so my legs don’t chafe as I walk, but that’s not the body I was born into. I’ll never be that girl. But I just -”

“People suck.” Sebastian rubbed your back. “And they’re taking cheap shots because it’s easy and makes them feel better about themselves. But you can’t let them get to you like this, baby. You are such an amazing person and you are so caring, and so kind. And so beautiful. Inside, and out. And if they can’t see that, that’s on them. I’d never want to change a thing about you, and I would love to show you off to the world. Show everyone what they could have, but they can’t. Because I have you.”

“I don’t want anyone attacking you because of me, though…” You admitted, looking up at him. “And you know they would.”

“Babe, people have been attacking me for everything from being too thick during Civil War to being too skinny during Pam and Tommy. They’ve accused me of everything from homophobia to racism. That’s part of being a celebrity”

You made a face and grumbled under your breath for a moment. “People suck.” 

Sebastian chuckled again and kissed your cheek, nuzzling you. “Yeah, babe. They do.”

~*~Fin~*~

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[silverstonesainz]

🏎️💨 THE FORMULA 1 TAG GAME! 🏎️💨

Creds to @avida-heidia-5 for making this!

thank u @vinvantae & @rose-tinted-juls for the tags! if u see this and u havent done it, i'm pointing at u to do it.

who or what got you into F1?

my best friend got into it first, and spent the better part of two weeks to watch dts so that i could get a general run down before she let me watch races. and the only reason i did end up watching it was through her showing me a photo of charles leclerc everyday for a week of the two, and wore me down.

who was the very first F1 driver you supported? do you support them now? have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

danny was the first driver i watched and paid attention to, and i still do keep up with him and wish him all the best. and i would say that my opinions on him have evolved with time and his ever changing situation.

who’s your current favorite F1 driver?

if it isn't already obvious, it's carlos. my top 3 is carlos, charles, & danny. theyre my guys

(see more under the cut!)

is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? what made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

maxiel is really the only pair that i would say i support. i think of them so often, more than charlos or even carlando. maxiel is real special to me. i think galex is a close second because ever since it an anon mentioned the idea of george and alex in merc together, i havent been able to shake it.

do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

i am the only person who really keeps up with f1. but id like to think my mom supports carlos bc she asks about how he does sometimes. (also fernando bc... viva españa!)

do you have any favourite races? are there any that stand out to you the most?

baku '22 (it was the first race i ever watched and its sooo wretched), canada '22 silverstone '22, austria '22, abu dhabi '22, & singapore '23. these all are races that are engraved in my memory, all the good and bad. i have many– too many– thoughts about em actually.

do you have a favourite circuit? can be from the past or from the current calendar.

i do looove circuit gilles villeneuve a lot, the hairpin at turn 10 turns me on. some special mentions: singapore, suzuka, & cota.

have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

noooo, i wish. one day thought when im a wag

have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

no, but i have seen george, lewis, & checo in person!

do you have a favourite F1 car? if so, what is it?

i can't think of any off the top of my head except the all chrome mclaren from once upon a time. but i wouldnt say its my favorite, just the one in the forefront of my memory

do you have a favourite one win wonder?

i'll say george because i love how emotional he gets. and i mean he makes me so angry but what a win for him ya know?

do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? this can either be inspirational or hilarious.

all of kimi's radios in the one compilation. he is sooo funny, and sooo dear to me. when seb said he wants to go home after hs crash with mark (?). it's on purpose, from carlos in singapore '23. of course daniel's whole enjoy the butterflies spiel. sooo dear to me even if i hate butterflies. special mention: for the first time in formula one, carlos sainz is victorious!!!

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Hello !!!

I have another request for you :)

Can you write something where the reader and Max F are childhood best friends, they are like very close always cuddly around each other’s and they are not hiding it from everyone their friends, the fans… everyone are happy and they want them together

Thanksss :)

Hi Anon! This is such a cute prompt but don't worry... I got your other two asks as well and they're in the fic! I answered them here: 2nd ask and 3rd ask

❤️😬 hope you enjoy

My Best Friend - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 2123 words (thats a nice number) // tw swearing, tw death (reader's parents specifically), tw feelings of abandoment. just a little bit though (if i missed any other warnings please let me know and i'll put them in)

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This was weird. Well, it was weird for a 7-year-old who knew nothing about cars, standing next to a go-kart track. The hustle and bustle of so many people, adults and kids, was overwhelming so I stuck to my dad’s side like a parasite.

My older brother had been interested in maybe racing so the whole family had packed up for the day and gone down to the local track to see what the fuss was all about and talk to the people who actually knew what was going on. In my mind, it was the most boring thing ever.

That was until a very kind lady offered for us to sit with them when it started raining and I had met my future best friend, Max Fewtrell.

It was basically like having two families growing up. If I wasn’t with my mom and dad at an event, you were sure to find me with the Fewtrell’s, usually with Max but if he was busy, I could be found with Aunty Louise.

She had been the one to tell me that my mother had passed away while I was staying at their house and she’d let me cry on her shoulder for hours. I was maybe 9 at the time, but she never told me to ‘be a big kid’ about the situation. And of course, Max was there for me too, fetching his hidden stash of sweets to share with me on the car ride to my house.

As an adult, when the doctors had told my brother and I that Dad had succumb to his injuries, Aunty Louise had been the first person I had called.

“Anything you need, darling,” she said again. “You let me know. You and Danny can stay with us for a few days if being at home is too much.”

I had thanked her over and over.

But when it came down to it, I found myself outside Max’s place. Without saying a word, Max had let me inside and I fell asleep that night with his arms around me as the grief took hold once again.

~

“Why don’t we go away for a bit?”

I looked up from my laptop at my best friend. Ok, friend maybe wasn’t the right word to use. Our relationship had grown to more than friend but it wasn’t a real relationship. We were each other’s safety nets; the place you always go back to. I had tried dating someone else once, awhile ago now, but it had never felt right; I never even kissed that person.

Not that I’d kissed Max. But he was someone I’d cuddled on the couch with countless times. Fallen asleep with in the same bed. I had held his hand the first time I’d tagged along to a Grand Prix and didn’t let go till we were back at the hotel. Oh, and there was that one time when I had accidentally seen him butt naked.

Plus, after some slightly ambiguous photos on Instagram, all his fans had decided that we were dating. Wish he would’ve told me that first.

“Go where?” I countered his question with a question.

“I don’t know, literally anywhere but here,” Max said sitting down next to me at his dining room table that we’d never eaten dinner at.  “Just for a week. We go away, we have some fun and come back home.”

“Aren’t you busy like all of the time?”

“I can make one week free to go away with my best friend.”

Max was smiling but he was serious. He had almost a puppy dog look in his eyes, pleading me to agree to his plan. That had never ended well in the past.

“Fine,” I sighed. “If you organise it all, I’ll go with.”

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68 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#4

He is my guilty pleasure tbh

77 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#3

Bestie a thought has popped into my mind 🫢 max fewtrell as a dad to a baby girl. Do what you will with that please 😏

tinfoilhat, my love, my darling. Yes please and thank you. Hope you enjoy 😋❤️

Wrapped Around Her Finger - Max Fewtrell

female first person pov (not really but the reader is the one who carried) // 736 words // very fluff! Little bit of flirting from Max at the end.

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Old wives’ tales say that little girls are sent to be their father’s penance but also their greatest treasure. And our little girl was no exception.

Even before Emily was born, Max was in love. Despite the fact that he’d been convinced that Emily was a boy. Always cooing over my belly. Telling me all the things that they were going to do together. All the places they would go.

When the nurse had walked in with that pink blanket and max had held Emily in his arms for the first time, it was all over for him. She had him wrapped around her tiny finger.

~

“Emily, love. It’s time for your bath.”

I open the door to the ‘games room.’ Max sits in his racing sim with our daughter on his lap, her small hands on the steering wheel. Her eyes stayed glued to the screen, so she doesn’t notice how one of Max’s hands holds the bottom of the steering wheel, gently guiding her back onto the track.

“Come now, race car drivers. Bath time,” I encourage them, with little result.

“We have one more lap,” Max says. “Come watch.”

With a sigh and a smile, I stand behind the pair. All Emily really knows about racing is go fast and finish first, which she does every time thanks to her dad.

“She’s pretty good, babe,” Max says, as they dodge the barriers. “We should get her in a go-kart.”

“Maybe if she asks nicely, she can have a go in Uncle Lando’s F1 car.”

At the of sound Uncle Lando’s name, Emily giggles. As much as Max spoils her, Lando spoils her just as much. Emily need only smile and he’s buying all the toys out of the gift shop.

“It’s not a bad idea actually,” Max teases.

“Absolutely not,” I reply firmly.

Emily squeals in delight as the chequered flag falls.

“Ok, now it really is bath time,” I say, scooping up the now pouting girl.

“I’ll be right there. Just need to switch off here.” Max’s voice follows us out.

I simply hum my acknowledgement as we walk away.

Emily is only just in the water when Max comes in.

“Daddy!” She calls and reaches out to him. She looks so much like him, especially her kind but naughty smile. A smile that has gotten Max out of many arguments with me.

“Hello, my love.” Max crouches down. “What are all these toys doing in the water?”

I just sit back and watch.

“They’re having a bath like me, Daddy!” Emily giggles.

“But you’re not bathing, you’re just sitting there!”

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81 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#2

Not sure if you will write this one but… Max giving massage to his gf, because she has a sore neck and shoulders. I mean he was/is formula driver he has to know all the magic touches

This spoke to me on a spiritaul level becuase I am in desperate need of a massage. Thank you so much for this prompt Anon! ❤️

The Magic Touch - Max Fewtrell

Gender neutral first person POV // 742 words // Fluff with a tiny hint of something smexual but not really // Warning for one F-bomb

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I sighed to myself and run my fingers long the back of my neck. My muscles were so tight. I knew that there was a good reason for the stress levels I’d been having – between work, family drama and worry over my boyfriend’s travels – I had enough things to keep me stressing for a whole year.

But Max was coming home tonight. That would hopefully be one less thing to be anxious about and maybe the knots in my neck and shoulders would ease up a little.

One can only hope.

~

I sat on the bed, watching as Max unpacked his bags. Unpacked is a gracious way of putting it though. He was flinging clothes into what he thought were organised piles of ‘clean’ and ‘dirty’.

“But the last event was really good. We meet a lot of people and we got to see some old friends so that was really nice.” He continued on telling me about all the places he’d been to and what nonsense they’d gotten up to. All the things that the cameras didn’t show the public.

“Is this the one where you sent me the selfie of you and Niran?”

He seemed to ponder on it as he tossed his bag aside before climbing onto the bed next to me.

“I think so… I’ll have to see the picture and tell you.”

I smiled as I breathed in the smell of his cologne, so familiar and home-like, but winced as I turned my head too quickly and felt my muscles strain.

“Babe, what was that?”

‘Try play it off cool.’

“Oh nothing, my neck is just a bit stiff that’s all. Nothing to worry about,” I said with a smile, hoping that he wouldn’t catch on.

Max’s eyes flickered all over, trying to gage what was really happening.

“Can I give you a massage?”

The request took me a little by surprise.

“Aren’t you tired though? Don’t you want to sleep?”

In answer, he simply tucked his fingers under the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then shifting so that he sat behind me, Max placed a delicate kiss on my skin.

“I can sleep later; this is more important to me.”

His hands were strong yet his skin was still soft. Max pressed his thumbs down near the base of my neck, gently making little circles as he did.

I couldn’t help but let my head tilt forward and my urge to argue with him faded quickly.

Slowly but surely, Max pressed a bit harder, pushing down on the knots, willing them to leave by shear will power. His fingers danced along my shoulders – the light touches almost made me giggle – before massaging harder again.

Although I was biting my tongue as best I could, a small moan escaped my lips. Whether it was out of pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure. I could hear Max’s soft laugh behind me.

“Shut up…” I managed to say, but the conviction was greatly lacking. It just made him laugh more.

I felt him rub his thumbs up my neck, along the sides of my spine. The sensation causing me to shiver.

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84 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Friends Don't - Pierre Gasly

Based off the song Friends Don't by Maddie and Tae

gender neutral first person pov // 965 words // not quite friends, not quite lovers // this was very self indulgent i'll tell you that much

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Friends don’t call you in the middle of the might, couldn’t even tell you why, they just felt like saying hi –

The phone screen lit up with Pierre’s name and I didn’t hesitate to answer. He would probably be on his way to the airport by now, if he wasn’t staying the night at his hotel.

“Hello, love.” Pierre sounded sleepy and there was no noise around him. Hotel it was.

“Pierre, isn’t it the middle of the night in Australia?”

I looked out of the window to see the sun only just beginning to set over France.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not tired.”

“Liar.”

I could hear him laugh quietly.

“Is everything ok, Pierre? Do you need something?”

“No, just felt like saying hi to you.”

In my mind I could imagine the smug look that would be on his face; the cocky smile.

“In the middle of the night?”

“You’re always on my mind, love.”

If only he knew what his words did to me. Who was I kidding, he knew exactly what and that’s why he did it.

“You raced well today. Now go to sleep. You can see me in your dreams if you want to.”

“I’m counting on it, love.”

~ Friends don’t stand around playing with their keys, finding reasons not to leave, trying to hide the chemistry –

We walked slowly to the front door. It had been a great evening out with everyone but I wanted some time just with Pierre.

“When are you off again?”

“We fly out in two days.”

I knew it would be soon but it still hurt to hear. Reluctantly, I pulled my house keys out, pretending to look for the right one.

“Love.”

I looked at Pierre, meeting his blue eyes. Gently, he took the keys away and started his own search, taking significantly longer than I had.

“Will I see you before I go?” He asked.

“If you have time for me.”

“I always have time for you, love.”

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116 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #long post #i knew it was going to be a fic #Just didn’t realise it’d be the Pierre one 😬 #ThatKindaVibe

[littlemissidontcare]

Try 'comprehending' this. No one has to do what you say no matter how many fonts you say it in. Again, you don't like it, don't contribute, but don't sit there from your 'lofty fan superiority' and attempt to tell others what to do. No one made you fan police.

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I’m not being a fan police, im just spreading the simple fact that talking non stop about her career and all this info about her life into major details is not relevant to this fandom and is quite a waste of time.

Why spend so many hours talking about her into such detail when a year from now it won’t mean shit?

I’m not saying stop talking about her altogether, because after all she is his girlfriend and they spend time together so speculation about their relationship on a gossip blog is normal and will happen inevitably, but going on for days about her Carreer and a bunch of random shit and just talking about her in this non stop way? Dial it down. That’s all I’m saying.

Because what I said is true. It won’t matter two years from now so why matter so much now? Don’t take facts about her life so damn seriously in a fan way unless you really are her fan and will stay her fan even after the break up. Because to be honest I just smell a lot of bullshit from fans who only want to talk about her/ sticking up for her just because they think it makes them a better fan or because they thing seb would like that she is being spoken about in a positive way in this obsessive way or because they are creepily obsessed with talking about his love life.

Be less creepy and be less obsessed, UNLESS your interest for her is genuine and nothing to do with seb which then in that case is obviously fine, but dial it down. I’m not talking about the relationship talks by the way, everyone are entitled to say what they want about that especially on a gossip blog.

You know exactly the kind of people I’m talking about.

On that note do you think seb actually enjoys that fans become creepily obsessed with every woman he dates? You think he enjoys knowing photos that maybe he didn’t consent to of them are being spread around even if it’s in a positive light? You think he wouldn’t rather have people just focus on him if you’re his fan, support him and his choices, but stay away from his love life wether that he supporting it or not?

Fans who are going out of their way to make cute edits of them or preaching non stop about her are just as bad as fans who wish badly on her. Like I said, talking about the relationship on blogs are a given and will happen but this in depth discussion of this woman and only her, not even having to do with seb, on a SEBASTIAN blog is absolutely unnecessary.

It’s irrelevant because her career and what she told a brother or sister six months ago or if she took a shit last night does not affect seb in this insane way. He’s her boyfriend, not her damn son or father. If something doesn’t matter a year or so from now to him, why talk about it for days? Why go out of your way to defend it so much? If you’re going to do that, try doing it without invoking the relationship as a factor (I dare you) and I better see you stanning her this hard afterwards. Don’t be hypocrites again now.

Being a fan and discussing a fave’s relationship and opinions on it is one thing, and most people do it correctly, but the obsession over a person’s life that doesn’t pertain to the fandom and the obsession of defending a person this blog isn’t even dedicated to just because she’s sleeping with your fave is another.

I cannot keep saying this any clearer. There’s no way you don’t understand what it is I’m saying.

As much as I want to read every word you say, I’ll admit I’m not going to. I get what you are saying but again, for the millionth time, this IS NOT STRICTLY A SEBASTIAN BLOG.

[plentyoffandoms]

Hey do you write for Sebastian stan? If you do could you please do a seb and actress reader fic were they become really close during filming and even though she is a lot younger than him they end up falling for each other

So Into You

Sebastian Stan x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warning: swearing.

Hope you like it.

Main Masterlist ♡ Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader is a young actress that worked with Sebastian on his latest movie. They become close & eventually fall in love.

Sebastian Stan's POV:

There is only about a weeks worth of shooting and then this movie will be done for myself and my fellow actors.

It has been a long few months of waking up early, staying late and the constant toll of doing almost all the action scenes myself but one person made it all worth it.

Y/N L/N.

She is an actress and has only been in a couple of TV shows but has decided to branch out into movies.

And I am glad she did.

We met the first time when we were all brought in to do our very first read through together.

Y/N was playing my love interest and she reached out to me as she wanted to get to know me more.

We formed a friendship that I never thought would of happened but I am glad it did. We spent almost all our free time together to the point that magazines and fans were speculating if we were in a relationship.

We weren't of course but I was slowly starting to fall in love with her. I had no idea if we will stay in touch after the press release and I am scared that we will never talk to each other again.

So I decided I needed to tell her how I feel. She is done shooting her scenes but has come down have lunch with me.

We had lunch in my trailer, which is normal for us but this time I had something to tell her.

"What is going on with you Seb? Why are you so quiet?" Y/N asked me as we were sitting side by side on the couch.

"I have something to tell you and I don't know how you will react."

"Just tell me." She said to me with that gorgeous smile of hers.

"I like you a lot but.." I didn't even get a chance to finish before Y/N was kissing me.

"Looks like I had nothing to worry about."

"No you didn't Seb." And we were kissing once more.

I asked Y/N to be my girl friend after I took her out on a date. She isn't into anything too fancy so it was just a dinner and a movie at my place.

We were spotted outside more together and people were comment on our social media if we were together or just really good friends.

Many people brought up the fact that I am older than Y/N and I actually tried to break it off with her because of it.

"Why should you care what they think? Aren't you happy with me?"

"I am. Trust me I am Y/N. I love you it's just the hateful words that are getting to me."

"Then log out. I will log out with you. This is our relationship, not theirs. No other person has the right to dictate how our relationship should go and if we should be together or not. Yes, there is an age difference but who gives a shit Seb because I don't."

After that small argument, I took her back to my room and showed her how sorry I was.

When we did the press tour, we finally revealed that we were in fact in a relation and have been for about six months now.

Our age gap was brought up but Y/N shut that question down every single time it was brought up.

"Why does it matter how much younger I am than him? This is our relationship and no one else's."

The interviewer would change the subject very fast after that.

I fall more and more in love with this woman every day and I am proud to call her mine.

#seb stan #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x fluff #sebastian stan x ofc #sebastian stan x you #female reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x actress!reader

[alirhi]

okay. let's do this shit.

Guess what, bitches? Mama bear's back and angry all over again. Remember when I said I might dive into a ragepost about how Bucky's treated after completing the one about Loki? This is it. This is the post. Welcome to fucking Thunderdome.

I will actually try to keep it civil. No promises, but I'll try. and I will not be accepting "constructive criticism" about my rage. Just so we're clear.

Got it? Good. Let's dive in.

In case you don't want to read the whole thing (I know I get wordy) here's what this whole post will boil down to: BUCKY NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE. NEVER. NOT ONCE IN HIS ENTIRE ADULT LIFE.

Now, quick reminder: I don't read comics. I know nothing about Bucky's comic canon, except what Sebastian liked to bring up as often as possible during TWS/CW promotions: at some point, Bucky boned Nat. XD Since Bucky only exists as a Marvel property, I won't be bitching about other source material being disrespected like I did with Loki. This is all MCU, my dudes. And honestly? That's enough, because though we don't see nearly enough of Bucky for my liking, we do manage to get a rich, deep backstory to him in the material we're given, partly thanks to better writing in the early days of the MCU, and partly thanks to Sebastian Stan's phenomenal acting. Unlike the writers of the Loki series, Seb knows how to show, not tell. And gods, what stories those eyes show...

Let's start with the army. In an old post illustrating what an absolute BAMF Bucky Barnes truly is, I mistakenly said he enlisted, and a kind soul educated me on the incredible attention to detail Marvel used to pay - in this case, Bucky's ID number. 32557038. As this kind, eagle-eyed soul pointed out to me, the first two digits of that number - 32 - signify that Bucky was drafted, specifically from the NY, NJ, DE area (that last part is rather obvious, as Bucky and Steve are from Brooklyn lol). Bucky didn't choose to go to war. He was drafted. He was forced to fight, or go to prison.

Bucky was born in 1917, which means - again, as someone pointed out to me a while back - he came of age during the Great Depression. As a child, he would likely have seen his parents living comfortably and able to shower each other and him and his sister with gifts and fun memories, and then POOF. Stock market crashes when he's only 12-years-old, and life becomes brutal and painful. He manages to have some fun with his best friend Steve, and spends his teens/early 20s chasing girls and keeping his stupid, stubborn, tiny friend from getting beaten to death.

Steve constantly has something to prove. He's absolutely got what my mom always called "little man's disease", and Bucky's just doing his best not to roll his eyes too much at this asthmatic chihuahua constantly trying to beat up Tibetan mastiffs. While Steve keeps lying on his enlistment forms (an actual crime) trying again and again to get into the army and prove what a badass he is (definitely not), Bucky's had enough trauma and upheaval in his life and he just wants his stupid friend to calm tf down and live. Enjoy the fact that he doesn't have to go to war and get his limbs blown off.

And then he gets fucking drafted. This sweet, resigned realist who knows exactly how dangerous the war really is, is forced to put on a uniform and go fight strangers alongside other strangers thousands of miles from everything he knows. And on his last night of freedom, when he just wants to hang out with his friend, see some cool gadgets, and dance with a pretty girl, his stupid angry chihuahua friend feels the need to lie and try to enlist again.

Okay. Gotta get back on track. Ragepost about mistreatment of Bucky, not how much Steve annoys me. Sorry. Anyway...

Bucky's drafted, accepts his shitty lot with a brave smile, and is shipped off to Europe, where he is captured by HYDRA and presumed by the Allies to be KIA. Instead, he's strapped down, tortured, and given the HYDRA version of the super serum against his will. Steve rescues him, and Bucky knows he can't leave his idiot friend to his own devices to get his head blown off, so he dives right back into the fray. And then he falls off a cliff, loses most of his left arm, and is declared dead...again. This one's pretty damn valid, though lol. Without the serum no one knew he'd been shot up with, there is no way he would have survived that fall.

Here is where Bucky's story gets truly heartbreaking: His autonomy, his ability to consent is stripped from him through electroshock torture/brainwashing. The trigger words are conditioned into him during this process, and boom. Ten words in Russian, and Bucky Barnes is gone. Even the confused, hurting shadow of him is gone, leaving only a perfectly obedient killing machine, with Bucky's pretty face. He's strong as all hell, though, so they can't keep him fully under their control for long, not without more torture, when the disorientation of being fucking frozen wears off on longer missions.

I cannot stress this point enough, guys: Bucky. Had. No. Choice. Not like the draft, where his choices (go and get shot at, refuse and go to jail, or dodge and run to Canada) just suck. No, he literally didn't have a choice. He had his ability to choose stripped from him. If that's too complex a concept to really sink in, try this: His brain was fucking raped. Repeatedly. For decades. Nothing the Winter Soldier ever did was Bucky's fault. Nothing. Ever. Not remotely, no matter how you fucking slice it. Bucky is not an assassin. I almost said "not a killer", but he was a soldier, and a sharpshooter. He definitely killed when he was himself, but that was in a war, not a series of assassinations.

So far, imo, so good. This is just a rundown of Bucky's pre-show backstory. I don't love what he had to suffer, but I do love how it was treated in the movies. People were afraid of him, but when they knew the whole situation, Steve, Nat, and Sam rallied behind him. Natasha had plenty of reason to want the Winter Soldier dead; he'd tried to kill her multiple times and almost succeeded. Sam had no reason to help Bucky at all; he didn't know him, didn't trust him, and again, TWS had tried to kill him. But he stood by Steve, and when Bucky showed the clear difference between himself and TWS, Sam stood by him, too, and fought alongside him.

And it's very realistic, imo, that Tony didn't give a single fuck that Bucky had no choice. He watched this man murder both of his parents on tape. If TWS had killed my dad and I saw proof of it, I'd try to kill Bucky, too. Grief wins out over logic. Most emotions usually do. And that's a very important point we're going to come back to in a few minutes.

Bucky was really only in like ten minutes at most of IW and Endgame, and for multiple reasons I hate those movies, so I'm just gonna skip them, kay? Kay. On to the main event!

Here's where I get pissed off. Even if I didn't have an unhealthy attachment to this character, or the depth of appreciation for his tragic backstory that I do, the lack of continuity between the movies and the show alone would still piss me off. It always does. Don't even get me started on Joss "Continuity? What continuity?" Whedon and his (iconic, but flawed) shows. Ahem. Back on track...

Let me just get one little thing out of the way real quick: I fucking LOVE The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I love it. This show amazed me when I first watched it, and I still love it after many more viewings lol. I have only ever watched it all the way through without skipping over as much John Walker shit as possible the one time lol but I love how Sam and Bucky interact, and I fucking adore how Sam's arc was treated. I just wish they'd show the same care and attention to Bucky.

Because what they did to Bucky in this show is a fucking travesty. There was a tiny ray of hope in the pilot, when he called out Dr. Bitchface for being a terrible shrink. I thought that would be the start of him realizing he needed to find someone else and ignore the damaging shit that woman was telling him. But...nope. No such luck.

The show really had a strong start, I'll give it that. We see Bucky having nightmares of his time as TWS and struggling to hide how his traumatic memories are affecting him as he tries to live in the world again. He befriends the father of one of HYDRA's victims, which can't be good for Bucky (and we're shown it's definitely not when he sees the shrine in Yori's home to his late son) but it's sweet, how he's trying to connect and reach out to someone who's hurting and lonely.

They drop the ball a little with the whole... Bucky can hack a fucking car, but can't figure out Tinder thing. Had they just run with the fandom interpretation of the tiger photos line, that it shows that Bucky is bi and left it at that, I'd have been okay with it (and no, that is not because I ship Sam/Bucky. it's because Bucky is and always has been a certified nerd who loves technology and has consistently shown very little issue learning to use new gadgets). The outdated flip phone he handed his terrible court-mandated shrink was a burner; I liked that theory when I read it, especially since it's the only time we see him even holding a phone that old lol. This all could have fit the "Bucky is a sassy bisexual nerd" narrative and it'd be okay. Instead, the director was like "NOOOOOO that line was just to show how old he is and how he can't figure out all this newfangled technology!" Woman, you had him remotely driving someone else's vehicle with a tablet. That is NOT a man who can't figure out a damn smart phone!

But that's just a minor annoyance. What fills me with absolute rage is how everyone - not just the shitty therapist who lashes out at and purposely triggers her traumatized patients, but EVERYONE - Sam, Zemo, people who should fucking know better ALL treat him like he's a psychopath and a ticking time bomb. Like he chose to take the serum and he chose to kill for HYDRA, and he's just seen the error of his ways. *barf*

Bucky in the movies is established to be a victim, through and through. His guilt over what he was forced to do is natural, and that he sees himself as a monster makes sense... but that doesn't mean it's correct. The one and only thing I ever liked about Steve Rogers is at least he got it. He pointed out that none of it was Bucky's fault, he tried to show him that he was worth saving. That's the other reason I refuse to talk about Endgame. This post will get a WHOLE LOT LONGER and a lot fucking angrier if I open that door.

Zemo supposedly knows everything about HYDRA and super soldiers... So why does he treat Bucky like he's a corrupt serial killer? (this, for the record, is why I don't like Zemo) Why does he never point out that Bucky was given the serum against his will, or that his actions, when he had control of them, proved that he was never corrupted? Bucky never wanted to become superhuman. Bucky didn't even want to fucking fight!

Sam, despite constantly resisting the label, is shown very clearly to be Bucky's friend. By episode 3, he cares. He worries about how Bucky is getting lumped in with the other super soldiers in Zemo's speech... But he never really defends him. He says "what about Bucky?" but he doesn't point out that Bucky's a good man, he's fought so hard to help people, he does everything he can to avoid killing... And that fucking speech in episode 5. I was with him on "you gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." I was like "YEAH! Tell him, Sam! Bucky, you're WORTH SAVING, boo! Your value does not hinge on someone else's opinion of you!" And then... Sam dropped the ball.

He not only continued the disturbing pattern of victim-blaming in this show, and in Marvel/Disney properties in general, but he gave really dangerously bad advice! No one in their right mind, mental health professional or no, would EVER tell a traumatized former assassin (whether he was responsible for his actions or not) to go confront his victims' families out of the blue with no warning and no one to mediate and keep things from going to shit. Yori already knew his son had been murdered because he was in the "wrong place, wrong time." How is it being "of service" to tell him you're the one who killed him?! Remember how I said Tony's reaction to learning the full truth about his parents' deaths was valid and would be an important point later? Hi! Welcome to later. THAT is the natural reaction to facing the man who murdered your loved one(s). And even if Yori didn't get angry and lash out, HOW IS IT "HELPING" HIM OR BRINGING HIM "CLOSURE" TO KNOW THAT HIS FRIEND KILLED HIS FUCKING SON?!?!?! This man befriended him, bonded with him, watched him grieve... And now he's learning this is the man who caused all his pain and heartache to begin with? That is so toxic and psycho I just... I can't even... UGH.

And then there's the equally toxic and damaging "deeply traumatized person just needed a stern talking to and a hug to be ALL BETTER AGAIN" ending. I loved seeing Bucky happy and socializing, but it was too soon, and it was unearned. And it sends a fucking awful message to people actually struggling with PTSD, and to their loved ones who don't know how to help them. Heaping more blame on them and then hugging it out is NOT helpful!

This show could have been damn near perfect with just two changes. That's all. Just two. 1) Someone, anyone, bringing up the reasons why Bucky was never a villain in his presence. Someone being in his corner and reminding him, like Steve did, that it wasn't his fault and he's not going to "snap". 2) More time devoted to Bucky's healing. Actual fucking healing, not the shit they tried to pass off as a magic fix-all. He can have his happy barbecue moment, just don't frame it as "everything's great now!" Healing isn't linear, and there will be both good days and bad. Some of the most fragile people in the world have the brightest smiles.

If we get a season 2, which this amazing show absolutely deserves, and they address this stuff, all will be forgiven in my book. Expanding on his story and his journey toward healing will help to reframe that "happily ever after" garbage as something more realistic. But as it stands now... Fuck Marvel.

#fan rant #ragepost #long post #bucky barnes #mcu #captain america #the first avenger #the winter soldier #civil war #tfatws #mcu spoilers #stop victim blaming #victim not villain #never a fucking villain #bucky deserved better #fuck marvel #fuck disney

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Test Run

Maru (Stardew) x They/Them Reader

A/N: Four down, two more bachelorettes to go! No warnings should be necessary but let me know if you think there is something I should mention. Hope y’all like this wild day! Word Count: 3,532

“Morning, (Y/n).” Robin greeted as soon as (Y/n) tromped through the door, wiping their feet off on the doormat before stepping fully inside.

“Morning, Robin!” (Y/n) waved. “Maru’s in, right?”

“She sure is. She’s tinkering in her room, head on back.”

“Thank you!” (Y/n) practically skipped as they made their way down the hall before quickly turning and detouring back at Robin’s desk, causing the woman to raise an inquisitive brow. “I almost forgot! I got you this,” (Y/n) ruffled around in their sack and produced a bag of peaches, handing the precious cargo to the eagerly awaiting carpenter.

“Thanks, kid! The fruits that come from your farm are to die for.” Robin praised, already digging into the bag for a fresh picked peach.

“Hey, I’m glad you like them!” (Y/n) beamed. “I’ve started growing strawberries in the greenhouse too as a surprise for Maru. Demetrius seems to be really looking forward to it too.”

“I’ll bet.” Robin laughed, “what else ya got there?”

“A carton of void eggs for Seb. Make sure he paces himself. I still don’t see the appeal of them beyond aesthetics.” (Y/n) said, placing the eggs on the desk.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha.” Robin promised. “Better get moving now. Don’t want to keep my little engineer waiting now, do you?”

“Right! Thanks Robin!” (Y/n) hummed as they made their way to the back of the house. They knocked on the door and called out in a singsong tone, “Maruuu, I’m here!”

“Just a minute!” Maru called.

After some clattering and clanging, Maru’s door opened, the highly intelligent girl wasted no time pulling (Y/n) in before closing the door once more.

“I’m glad you could make it.” Maru said as she gave (Y/n) a warm hug.

“I can always make time for you,” (Y/n) glowed, “so what did you want to show me?”

“First, did you bring the batteries I asked for?” Maru asked.

“Oh yeah! Just a second,” (Y/n) dug into their sack once more and produced a large handful of batteries, “I couldn’t remember how many you needed, so I just brought a bunch.”

“Aw, (Y/n), I only needed two. You can keep the rest.” Maru said.

“Oh don’t worry about it. You always have a use for these things. It’s been storming a lot lately anyway so I’ve got plenty. Take ‘em, I insist.” (Y/n) pressed the batteries into Maru’s hand.

“You are too sweet.” Maru said, kissing (Y/n) on the cheek, leaving them a giggly, lovestruck mess as Maru walked past them to put the extra batteries away for later. “Now for the main event,” Maru turned back to (Y/n), her eyes gleamed behind her glasses.

“Oh boy! What is it?” (Y/n) bounced on their toes, excitedly waiting for their partner to reveal her newest invention.

Maru walked past her vast array of scrap metal and tools to grab an old shoe box that was sitting on top of the schematics that littered her desk. She popped the lid off and showed (Y/n) what laid inside.

“You made shoes? Neat! You are so talented, I wouldn’t even know where to start on a project like that.” (Y/n) praised.

“These aren’t just any shoes,” Maru explained, motioning (Y/n) to sit with her on the bed as she popped the batteries in place, causing the shoes to faintly glow, “these babies are speed enhancers.”

“Woah, cool.” (Y/n) gasped.

“And I would be honored if you would test them out for me, my busy bee.” Maru smiled, tapping (Y/n) on the nose.

“It would be my honor.” (Y/n) laughed.

The couple exited the bedroom and made it to the front of the house just in time to see Sebastian shove a whole void egg into his mouth, shell and all.

“Dude, I didn’t even boil those!” (Y/n) exclaimed.

Seb took a long pause to chew and swallow the egg before answering with a shrug, “It’s the best way to eat them.”

“I’m so concerned about the decisions you choose to make.” (Y/n) grimaced.

“Come on, (Y/n). Let Sebbie enjoy his eggs. We’ve got a trial run to start,” Maru took (Y/n)’s hand in her free one, the other carried the shoe box.

“I have got to see this.” Seb said, cradling his carton of void eggs as he followed the couple out of the house.

Outside, Robin and Demetrius were staring out over the mountains, enjoying the fresh summer air.

“Hey (Y/n),” Demetrius called upon noticing the trio exiting the house, “how’s that erm, special specimen, coming along?”

“Just a few more days I think.” (Y/n) grinned, “I’ll be sure to give you a fair share of the first harvest.”

Demetrius did a little fist pump, “Yes!” he grinned, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Dad, you can talk plants later,” Maru said, presenting (Y/n) the glowing shoes from the box, “(Y/n) and I are kind of in the middle of something.”

“What did you come up with this time?” Demetrius asked, already circling (Y/n) as they took off their boots.

“Shoes?” Robin cocked her head.

“Speed enhancing shoes, mom.” Maru added.

“Ah yes, should have guessed it wasn’t that simple.” Robin chuckled.

Once (Y/n) finished strapping up the shoes, they stood up, looking at Maru expectantly.

“So, what do I do?”

“Press those little buttons on the sides of the shoes and then start jogging.” Maru informed.

“You got it, boss.” (Y/n) bent at the waist and pressed the small buttons, causing a humming noise and a slight vibration to power through the shoes. Then they started a jogging pace, amazed at how light their feet felt.

“Wow, this is really neat Maru!” (Y/n) said, easily running to from the house, to the lake and back in under a minute.

“Nice work, honey.” Demetrius praised, squeezing his daughter’s shoulder affectionately as they watched (Y/n) make another lap.

“Thanks dad.” Maru smiled, after a few more laps Maru called out to (Y/n), “Okay (Y/n), you can stop now. This was a great run. And just to think, this is only the prototype!”

“Actually Maru, I can’t stop.” (Y/n) called out as they made another lap, sweat rolling down their face. “I’ve actually been trying to stop for a couple of laps now and I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“(Y/n)!” Maru slapped a hand against the side of her head. “You should have just told me, here let me help you.” Maru jogged after (Y/n), trying to catch up with them but failed miserably. “Sweetheart, if you could slow down just a tick, I’d really appreciate it.”

“I really can’t.” (Y/n) said. If anything, they only seemed to move faster. “Oh Yoba, Maru, I’m losing control of my coordination!” (Y/n) yelled as their clean, circular laps became squiggly and erratic bursts of speed.

“Hang on, (Y/n)!” Maru breathed heavily as she tried to catch her partner. She turned to her family watching in stunned silence and called out to them. “Can you guys help, please?”

“Oh, right. Of course!” Demetrius and Robin immediately began running after (Y/n) as well. Seb took his time carefully placing his void egg carton of the ground before joining in to try to cut (Y/n) off only for the shoes to juke him and send (Y/n) running the other way.

This went on for a few minutes, leaving the family short of breath, yet still they persisted. Things got more complicated however, when the glow of the shoes began to blink and (Y/n) began running even faster, sending them barreling down the mountain path into town. Maru made a last ditch effort to grab them but ended up falling into the dirt.

“Maru!” (Y/n) screamed, as their body disappeared down the trail.

“Oh damn.” Seb blew out a breath, helping his half sibling to her feet.

“Oh damn indeed.” Robin agreed as she caught her breath.

“Well, can’t just stand here. We got a farmer to catch.” Demetrius spoke up, wiping sweat from his brow.

“I knew I should have made a kill switch.” Maru groaned, dusting off her pants before jogging off after her partner. “Don’t worry (Y/n), I’m coming!”

“Oh Yoba, oh Yoba, oh Yoba!” (Y/n) chanted between breaths as they zoomed past the community center and into town.

“Ey (Y/n)! New training regiment?” Alex called from Dusty’s pen.

“Alex, I can’t stop! Help!”

“What, like you need a spotter or something? I’ve got your back.” Alex said as he began jogging behind (Y/n).

“No Alex, like I literally can’t stop!” (Y/n) called back before screaming. The shoes were sending them straight towards Evelyn, happily watering her plants and unaware of the danger behind her. “Oh my Yoba! Granny, look out!”

“Hm?” Evelyn turned and smiled, still unaware of the very real danger her brittle body was in. “Oh, hello dear. I made some cookies this morning, please help yourself.”

“Oh no!” (Y/n) squealed, covering their eyes with their hands, but luckily just before impact, the shoes took a hard left and spared granny from serious harm.

“Oh, goodbye then dear! Always so busy.” Evelyn shook her head and returned her attention to her plants.

(Y/n) kept running with Alex keeping pace a few yards behind them. They almost ran into Haley as she left her house.

“What the hell, farmer? Watch where you’re going maybe.” Haley grumbled, holding her precious camera close to her chest.

“Sorry Haley!” (Y/n) yelled back. “I have no control over my legs at the moment!”

“Come on, Haley. Help me catch them.” Alex called over his shoulder.

“I don’t run. You know that.” Haley stated plainly. “Good luck with... whatever’s going on there.” She watched the two run off towards the Cindersaps, hummed and shrugged. She positioned her camera and took a few photos before walking off to the beach only to be stopped moments later by the Mountain Road family huffing and puffing in front of her.

“Haley,” Maru wheezed, adjusting her glasses, “did (Y/n) run through here?”

“As a matter of fact, they did. Nearly ran me over too. They and Alex are sprinting to the Cindersap Forest as we speak.” Haley jabbed a thumb behind her shoulder, lazily pointing down the path (Y/n) had disappeared down. “Now I’ll be going. You might want to fix your hair by the way.” She added before continuing on her way to the beach.

“Damn (Y/n), you’re really booking it!” Alex yelled after (Y/n), the distance between them had started to grow.

“Less talking, more sprinting!... on your part, not mine!” (Y/n) yelled back. Their leg muscles were burning and tight as they continued to book it through the forest. As they steadily approached the pond in the distance, squinting, they could see Leah sitting on the dock with sketchbook in hand, enjoying her day.

“Leah!” (Y/n) yelled, startling the artist.

“(Y/n)?” Leah squinted back, using her sketchbook to shade her eyes from the sun.

“I can’t stop running! Do you think you could maybe catch me or push me into the pond when I get there?” (Y/n) asked between gasps of air. But between the distance and the heavy breathing, Leah had no idea what (Y/n) was saying.

“...What?” Leah called back after a moment.

“Push me into the pond!” (Y/n) yelled again, they were already passing Marnie’s farm and the time for Leah to get into position was slipping fast.

“What, why?” Leah was very confused but carefully, she set her art supplies down before hopping to her feet and jogging around the pond to meet (Y/n).

“Wait, no! Don’t stand in front of me, I’m coming in too hot! To the side! To the side!”

Leah was standing like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide and hands out in front of her as she fully took in just how fast (Y/n) was moving.

“Leah bro, move!” Alex shouted from behind (Y/n).

But it was too late, (Y/n) collided with Leah head on, sending the poor artist into the water, but somehow (Y/n) managed to stay on land, their shoes immediately began working backwards, taking them back a few feet before sending them in circles around the pond.

“Leah, I’m so sorry!” (Y/n) called hands over their mouth.

Leah coughed and pulled a stringy mass of algae out of her hair, looking down at her soaking wet outfit.

“Why did you do that?” Leah asked, not so much angry as just annoyed, confused and inconvenienced.

“It’s the shoes! Maru made them.” (Y/n) puffed, trying to rub their aching thighs as they kept running. “I can’t stop running!”

“Oh, I see what you’re going for now, you want to try to short-circuit the shoes with water, is that right?” Leah grunted, pulling herself out of the pond. She then futilely wrung water out of the bottom of her shirt.

“Yes!” (Y/n) nodded.

“Don’t worry, (Y/n). I’ll tackle ya if I have to!” Alex shouted, running to meet them head on.

They chased around the pond for several minutes. They had a bit of a strategy going that had Alex on one side of the pond and Leah at the other so they could conserve some energy, yet they still couldn’t catch the farmer.

“(Y/n)!” Maru cried out in relief as she and her family jogged tiredly towards the pond.

“Maru!” (Y/n) called in return, narrowly missing another attempted tackle by Alex. “Please for the love of Yoba, make it stop! My legs are burning so bad!”

“I’ll bet, sorry!” Maru huffed, coming to a stop at Leah’s side and looping arms with the drenched artist while motioning her family forward. “Come on, let’s make a wall!”

“This is kinda like an intense game of red rover, huh?” Leah commented wryly, shivering a bit as a gust of wind came through.

“Just hold on tight! Don’t let go for anything!” Maru said, digging her heels into the dirt.

“Incoming!” (Y/n) gasped, turning sharply around the bend of the pond with Alex tromping behind them.

“Oof!”

(Y/n) struck Maru and Demetrius’ interlocking arms and nearly got the wind knocked out of their lungs. Their legs were still moving, fighting against the obstruction.

“Wrap around!” Robin ordered, pulling Seb inward so they could wrap around (Y/n)’s back to prevent a backup escape. Leah met them on the other side, grabbing onto Robin to lock (Y/n) inside.

Even with this dogpile-esque formation, the group still struggled to rein the farmer in and keep their footing. Alex caught up, hands on knees, and let out a low whistle.

“Not even my gridball coach’s drills make me sweat this much.”

“So, where do we go from here?” Sebastian grunted. He’d have really like for (Y/n) to stop stepping on his feet.

“Yeah, we can’t exactly stay in this weird group hug forever.” Leah added.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” Maru, wrapped her arms tightly around (Y/n)’s waist and Alex filled in behind her, between Leah and Demetrius, “Shuffle to the pond, then make an opening. Trip (Y/n) up, and I’ll rush us in.”

“Maru, you’ll get wet too!” (Y/n) exclaimed.

“Water’s fine. Trust me.” Leah said with a half smile and playfully rolled her eyes.

“It’s okay, we do this together,” Maru nodded and tightened her hold. “Start moving!”

“Alright sweetheart, let’s go!” Demetrius rallied, starting to shuffle in the direction of the lip of the pond.

Everyone joined in, making sure not to leave an opening for (Y/n) to unwillingly escape from. Being the closest to their watery destination, Seb and Robin loosened the death grip between them, ready to break apart completely on Maru’s command.

As soon as Maru felt a lull in (Y/n)’s movements, she pushed the farmer forward with a yell.

“Now!” She cried.

Robin and Seb managed to whip their arms away quickly, and watched with mouths slightly agape as Maru tackled (Y/n) into the shallow pond, almost as if they hadn’t expected her to actually go through with it.

The couple surfaced and sputtered, coughing and gasping from the intake of water as well as just plain exhaustion from running around all day.

“Ow, ow!” (Y/n) yelped, their hands moving beneath the water’s surface before reemerging with the pair of sparking shoes. Just as they threw them back on to the shore, a huge plume of smoke burst from them. The scene made those still standing on land back away considerably from the flashy footwear.

“Well,” Maru sighed, still hovering hands and knees above the farmer, beads of water clinging to her glasses, “safe to say that experiment was a bust.”

(Y/n) snorted and sat up to hug Maru, laughing earnestly and breathlessly. “Better luck next time. I suppose. I’m sure you can uh, work out the kinks.”

Maru smiled, hugging (Y/n) in return. Everyone else on the bank watched with little smiles of their own. Even Demetrius who had been wary of (Y/n)’s interest in his daughter initially, was warmed by the sight.

“Well, I think that was enough excitement for me.” Leah clapped, “I’m gonna just grab my stuff and get home to wash this algae smell off of me.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna head home too. Yoba, I’m gonna be feeling this tomorrow. Great workout, see ya around (Y/n).” Alex waved before heading off after Leah, splitting off in the direction of town.

“Are you two going to get out or...?” Sebastian let the words hang.

“I honestly don’t know if I can.” (Y/n) laughed despite themself, chuckling into Maru’s shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can either.” Maru joined her partner’s giggles, “Think we could get a little help?”

“You got it.” Robin said, already kicking off her boots n’ socks and rolling up her pant legs. The carpenter carefully waded into the pond and helped her daughter up first, passing the girl on wobbly legs over to Demetrius’ waiting arms. Next came (Y/n) who got to their feet with a painful moan. The farmer stumbled to shore and hung onto Maru for support.

“Thanks for the help guys.” (Y/n) grinned.

“You’re family,” Demetrius explained, “we weren’t gonna leave you like that.”

“Aw, Demetrius!” (Y/n) cooed, slightly embarrassing the scientist, “I love you guys. Y’all are the best!”

“Even after I made you test those shoes?” Maru asked.

“Yeah!” (Y/n) answered with no hesitation. “Even though I feel like every muscle in my legs have atrophied and turned to jello, I’d happily take on whatever else you need a test subject for. I just love spending time with you.”

“I think we’ll take a break from testing for awhile, though I’m both concerned and touched that you are still willing to be my test subject.” Maru said, picking a stray strand of algae off of (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“Hey, for a pretty genius like you? I’ll be forever at your disposal.”

“(Y/n)!” Maru pushed at their shoulder with a laugh, heat crawling up her cheeks.

“Alright, enough with the love fest.” Robin turned to Demetrius and Seb, “lunch at the Stardrop sound good?”

“Sounds good, hun.” Demetrius nodded, “It’ll be nice to rest before having to trek back up the mountain.”

“Yeah, I was supposed to meet up with Sam and Abi there anyway.” Seb shrugged, though he wished he could at least bring his void eggs back inside the house before hanging out in town.

Robin turned back to Maru and (Y/n). “And you two? Think you can make it?”

“Is it alright if we meet you there? I can take Maru back to the farm to borrow some dry clothes first if that’s okay. And I’m not sure what Gus’ policy is on shoes.” (Y/n) said wiggling their wet, socked toes in the grass.

“So long as there isn’t any funny business.” Demetrius leveled a protective fatherly gaze at the couple. Old habits die hard apparently.

“Dad, don’t be weird!” Maru admonished, already pulling (Y/n) towards the farm, “We’ll, meet you there. An hour tops!”

“Sounds good!” Robin called back, drowning out whatever retort her husband was going to come up with.

Maru stopped for only a second, asking her mom to take the sprinting shoes with her to the pub before turning her attention back to (Y/n) as they babbled on about their pigs as if nothing more substantial happened to them today. Their hands swung loosely between them, fingers intertwined. Maru smiled softly, listening to (Y/n)’s every word about hay and truffle oil. A lull in (Y/n)’s flow provided Maru an opportunity to lean in and give the farmer a chaste kiss.

“Ooo!” (Y/n) beamed before eagerly returning the favor. “Where did that come from?” They asked after a few more kisses were shared.

“I just wanted to kiss my sweet farmer. Much like when you think it’s cute when I talk about my projects, I think it’s cute when you talk about the farm.”

(Y/n) covered their face with their free hand, “Stop, you’ll make me blush. I can feel the blood rushing to my head already.”

Maru grinned, pulling the hand away from (Y/n)’s face to catch their bashful expression. Another quick kiss to the farmer’s cheek and Maru pulled them down the worn path to the farm, careful to watch for anything on the ground that could harm (Y/n)’s stocking feet.

#stardew valley x reader #stardew valley oneshots #sv Maru #stardew valley Maru #maru x reader #sdv #sv #stardew valley

[k347]

Apparently Seb has no tattoos, at least not to the naked eye. What tattoo do you think Seb would choose to represent Chris? I don't see him putting his bf's name on his body do you?

I love you 💞@loricameback for asking this question. It's so thoughtful and interesting. I have actually thought so much about this, I could go on for hours. But still here are a few of my ideas- (this turned into a long headcanon and I am not even sorry about it 😅)

Sebastian is a fairly modest man. He admires beauty in the simplicity. A minimalist. I agree he wouldn't be the one to staright up get Chris' name tattooed. It would be something more subtle, deep, meaningful. Something that nobody else could decipher easily except for Chris and himself.

He would probably get a small shooting star tattoo on his wrist/ankle/behind his ear. It would symbolify their shared love and enthusiasm for astronomy. Also he'd tease and mention playfully how Chris is an angel fallen on the earth, a star from the skies that was sent to light his way in life. Chris facepalms and thinks Seb is pulling his leg for being a hopeless romantic. But the truth is Sebastian means it. He really does.

The other one would definitely be some eastern philosophical symbol that means peace. It is from one of Chris' favourite books by Eckhart Tolle. It explains the power of presence. Being in the moment, immersing yourself fully into the present.

Whenever his anxieties get too high, Sebastian looks at the tattoo and remembers the feel of his boyfriend's warm breath, ticklish feel of a full beard on the nape of Seb's neck and a hushed calm, soothing voice in his ear.

"This little symbol asks us to take a deep breath in. Let the reality of the moment sink in. Be grateful for existence.", Chris had told him. So he got it tattooed on the side of his forefinger. He looks at it too often when he is on press tours alone. It grounds him. Makes him feel at peace. A safety band aid that he wrapped in his palm forever.

It's like Chris is holding his finger and guiding him through as someone would to a lost child. Sebastian loves having this constant support and guidance. It also reminds him of Chris' being his lighthouse. The guiding light to follow whenever he feels he is lost and life is planning conspiracies against him.

There might also be another small, delicate but detailed tattoo on the back of his shoulder or at the bottom of his spine. Something honouring Chris' star sign. Maybe the Gemini constellation. Or maybe a beautiful tattoo of a single Lavender branch, since lavenders are known as a Gemini's birth flowers.

Sebastian had thought a lot about getting this one. Back in Romania, they used to have lavender festivals in the month of June when the flower fields are flourished and bloomed to the brim.

In his childhood Sebastian had learnt the meaning behind the gorgeous flowers from his grandmother. He might not have thought about the significance of it then but now as an adult he could piece all of it together.

Lavenders have multiple florets on one stem. They grow in different directions and spread their vibrant beauty all around. Similarly, Chris' true gemini heart and soul is blessed with the ability to always find his muse, astonishing creativity and productivity. But it can also get “all over the place” just like the flower.

The memories and comparisons of beautiful, expansive lavender fields Sebastian ran through as a kid fit perfectly with the expanse of Chris' big, strong emotions which he feels so deeply in his beautiful, generous heart.

That lavender tattoo had been his early birthday gift to Chris. A surprise in the middle of one of their lazy-afternoon impromptu makeout sessions. Chris had gotten all choked up with emotion when he realised what it was.

Tears in eyes, unable to swallow the lump in his throat, Chris had just pulled Seb in for another deep, toecurling kiss while his long, deft fingers gently roamed over the still sore skin on the small of Sebastian's back.

There had been obscene amount of kisses placed on that tattoo, with Chris filthily licking and singing praises to the dimples at the bottom of his spine. A lot of whimpering, almost pathetic moans escaping Sebastian's own mouth while his body floated with immense pleasure and rippling shockwaves.

After that they had somehow grown into using a lot of aromatic lavender essence oils, bath bombs and candles. This one little tattoo had opened so many doors of new experiences for both of them.

There's a saying, 'the beauty of Lavender is that it spreads itself far and wide for onlookers to enjoy.' They've used that line as an innuendo in the bedroom way more times than any one of them would care to admit.

So next time, if and when someone tries to tell him floral tattoos are not 'tough or manly enough', Sebastian might actually go and punch the toxic masculinity out of that person's face.

Chris laughs wholeheartedly whenever he hears this. He knows full well that despite of the obvious calm and sweet nature, his Seb has got zero patience for dumb comments and stupid shit like that.

Seb would never get in dumb frat bro physical fights despite of what he cutely rambles, but he would surely throw some sass and smart-subtle insults with deadass intimidating glares along that person's way. Rightfully deserved. Chris is only proud. And maybe even a bit turned on by the idea of that.

These small, permanent tattoos are a very well-hidden secret. Not for the world to know. Or the purpose of putting on a show.

They are promises exchanged between just the two of them. Silent declarations of love.

The fake/temporary ones Sebastian got for filming though, they're a constant topic of long running jokes.

Like that medal ribbon tattoo he had to get for the bronze. It had to stay with them for two long weeks and Christopher being the smug bastard that he is, had made probably a thousand inappropriate jokes about it.

Not just about the medal. Literally anything and everything he'd see hanging in anywhere. It had been an interesting week to say the least.

When Chris had himself admitted he couldn't shut up about it no matter how hard he tried, Sebastian had managed to do just that (by offering him the prize). So it had all actually worked out real swell in the end. For both of them.

The destroyer tattoo, when he got his mom's photo on his bicep, Chris had gone on and on about how much he admires Seb's love and devotion to his mother.

To the point, where seb had to remind him that the purpose of the tattoo was to make him appear as an intimidating, dark-ish guy not a nice, sweet mama's boy.

Chris chose to plainly ignore that comment and continued to gush over him. His own mom had texted him back only regarding how good she looked in the picture instead of freaking out over the flashy tattoo as expected. (Till this date, he suspects Chris had something to do with it). And Sebastian still couldn't be more thankful for having these amazing weirdos in his life.

It's really fortunate to be able to love and be loved back. The tattoos, they're here to stay. Just like their relationship. Forever.

After some heavy action and a few good rounds of going at it non-stop, his exhausted boyfriend loves to give him a light spank and say it'd be great if they ever got 'Property of Chris Evans' tramp stamped on his cute butt. Sebastian plays along and replies mischievously that someday he'd do just that and the look on Chris' face would be priceless and a sight he'd love to watch.

"Too bad you wouldn't get to see it then. I'd have your head buried in the pillows while you make all those pretty little noises for me, sweetheart", Chris muses darkly and Sebastian can't help the deep shade of red that spreads all over his skin.

Tattoos. Something Sebastian was originally never passionate about. Not that he hated them. He had just never thought about it before meeting and falling for Chris.

Now they mean so much to him. Hold a great importance. Make him feel special. Loved. Treasured. They're a source of inspiration too.

"Wear your heart on your skin in this life", Seb types out before closing the doc file that contains his yet unpublished story.

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Note- I don't know jack-sh*t about astrology and star signs. Just googled a few terms for writing this. If you are an expert and any of these are wrong, kindly ignore and forgive the mistakes.

#evanstan #headcanon #Seb's tattoos #I hope the mentions of smut didn't ruin the emotion I wanted to put in it #either way #I'm just so happy I got the chance to write this. #THANK YOU Lorie 💞💞 #You're the best #rpf #tattooed on my heart

[mrslokibarnesrogers]

To the fandom:

So after all the posts today on Tumblr and Twitter, I am here to put my two cents in about the whole #SebastianStanIsOverParty shit on Twitter and Alejandra’s post.

Sebastian is a grown man and is capable of making his own decisions. Whether it’s going to Ibiza to party during a pandemic (which was stupid, I know) or seeing someone who had a post two years ago that’s very culturally insensitive.

HOWEVER

Alejandra’s own post and comment on her friend’s post was extremely insensitive and this whole ordeal is being handled in the wrong way. Which is what’s upsetting.

As a Filipino-Asian-American (I am predominantly Filipino, but also have Chinese and Japanese heritage), I am very upset with the post because it is a mockery of ALL Asian cultures. She is wearing a kimono in the photos, and then commented “What a Chinese night” on her friend’s post. Her own post was captioned “Dos ‘japonesitas’ in the middle of the night. #geishas”

To those who are not familiar with these cultures, kimonos and geishas are Japanese and not Chinese at all. Asian cultures are NOT one and the same.

Her fans, and Seb’s fans, were actually pretty polite in bringing it up with her in the comments, and were also asking for her to take the post down, and saying it was insensitive and racist. The fact that Alejandra (and Seb it appears) blocked them on IG, and she limited her comments on IG, is NOT how it should be handled. The fact that no apology was issued for the post, before or after it was taken down, is upsetting.

So many people are quick to bully other celebrities like Jenna Marbles, who apologized numerous times for her previous videos with blackface, to the point she left YouTube, yet others are saying that Alejandra’s post was “Asian inspired” and that it’s not a big deal. I’m sorry, but what?!

As someone who has dealt with racial remarks my entire life, just because I am Asian and wasn’t born in the US, it’s sickening to see people come up with an excuse to someone’s behavior. I have heard all the remarks, from “Are you speaking Chinese?” to “Are you even Asian? Your eyes are too big and aren’t slanty enough.” IF YOU ARE NOT ASIAN THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Cultural appropriation is disgusting and needs to stop. You can appreciate a culture by enjoying the food, the art, the clothing, BUT WEARING THE CLOTHING TO A PARTY OR MAKING YOURSELF LOOK LIKE IT WHEN YOU ARE NOT OF THAT HERITAGE IS WRONG. It makes the cultures of numerous Asian nations a joke and reduces it to a mere party outfit because “it’s Asian inspired, so I’m not doing anything wrong.”

Yes, her post was racist. Yes, I am upset that this is being handled in the wrong way by her and by Seb, whether it’s actually them or their PR team.

BUT

I am giving her the benefit of the doubt, and hope that she has grown as a person from who she was two years ago.

I am by no means canceling Sebastian or Alejandra, and I am still a huge fan, but I would like some kind of apology or statement from her saying “That post was insensitive and I have educated myself regarding racial issues in society,” instead of silence. That’s all I want.

Whether it happens or not, I will still be a fan. I will not hate on her if she doesn’t say anything about it.

I am not attacking Sebastian or Alejandra for their choices, because everyone makes mistakes. People are not perfect, and it’s not on us to police what celebrities can and can’t do, however, when it comes to racial social issues, we need to hold people accountable for their actions (past and present), and let them know that they need to educate themselves as to fight the ignorance in this world.

I am more disgusted by those of you who are excusing the post and saying it’s not a big deal, when racism against Asians in the US is extremely prominent, yet is brushed under the rug. It is the principle of the matter.

I am tired of seeing this fandom tear into someone without knowing them personally. I am tired of seeing this fandom upset because their fav is dating someone that isn’t them. I am tired of seeing this fandom be so quick to bully someone without a second thought. We are all human. So if they want to block people, then let them. If they want to issue a statement, then that’s awesome and should be done. BUT we as a collective cannot think that we know Sebastian or Alejandra personally, or know who they really are. Social media is a platform, and isn’t a basis on who someone is off of what they post.

At the end of the day, we cannot be so quick to anger and quick to hate others for something that was done in the past. We can only move on from it, learn, and grow.

#Sebastian Stan #alejandra onieva #Ryna speaks

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“Snapshots” Chapter 1

Hello all! this is chapter 1 of my first ever Her Royal Highness fic. this is going to be a collection of oneshots which will start before they are together and will continue past the end of the book. I hope ya’ll enjoy and as always any and all feedback is appreciated and enjoyed

Chapter 1 “Her traitorous heart” is set between the visit to Skye and the surprise Thanksgiving. 

Millie laid on her stomach in her bed, with her laptop open staring at a blank screen where her essay was supposed to be. She’s been sitting there for half an hour trying to do her homework and not getting anywhere. Flora was in the room with her, not helping her distraction levels. Instead of trying to do work, Flora was rolling around the room in a rolly chair, the scraping of the wheels against the floor and her swishing blonde ponytail constantly pulling at Millie’s focus. It was a strangely childlike activity for a princess to be doing and brought a smile to her face.

“Can you please be a little quieter?” Millie groaned, causing Flora’s head to snap towards her, “I’m trying to work.”

Now the chair was being rolled toward her bed so Flora could rest her chin on the edge of her bed, so that she was only inches away from Millie. “But I’m bored Quint,” she whined, a strand of hair falling in front of her eyes. 

Millie rolled her eyes at that,” You could try doing some homework,” she offered, trying to nudge her away. Flora huffed at her and scrunched her nose. She was not deterred, however, she seemed even more determined to get attention. 

“Quiiiint,” she dragged out, poking her lightly on her arm. Millie ignored her and tried to bring her attention back to her essay, letting her fingers run quickly over the keys even though no useful words came out of it. “Millie,” she whispered and a shiver ran up her spine. She was so used to being called Quint that hearing Flora say her name caused her mind to go blank and her breath to hitch. Millie looked at her and blinked back to reality. 

“Yeah Flo?” she asked. The nickname she had heard Seb call her so many times, slipped out without her evening thinking about it. 

Flora’s face lit up, but she couldn’t tell if it was from the nickname or just from her attention in general. “I would like attention please.” 

It would have been so easy to drop everything and hang out with Flora, in fact she’d been doing that more and more these days and that was doing nothing but fan the flames of her pesky little crush. It was easy to follow Flora, she was powerful and confident in a way that only a princess could pull off. It was dangerous, because Millie found that her feelings were not nearly as aware that a relationship with Flora would only end in heartbreak as her brain was. “I can’t, “ she pushed back,” I have to write this paper.” 

The look Flora gave her could only be described as a puppy dog look and Millie’s resolve almost broke. They sat in silence as she tried to keep working, but Flora stayed next to her, watching with her large golden eyes. “Can I have your phone?” she asked. Normally Millie might have questioned this but she was desperate to actually make progress on this paper so she handed it over no questions asked. 

With a grin she rolled away from the bed to mess with Millie’s phone. A strange weight was lifted off of her shoulders and she could breathe again. Being that close to her old roommate, now friend, shouldn’t be this hard. The princess was now taking various selfies and saving them to Millie’s phone. “Couldn’t you do that on your phone?” 

“Perhaps, but I couldn’t use the fun snapchat filters,” she answered, shooting her a sly grin and snapping another photo. She forgets that Flora isn’t allowed to have social media by her family. 

“Go crazy then,” she says, leaving her to enjoy her selfies.

Flora flashed her a dazzling smile and left her to try and do her homework. Even with the new found quiet she still found it hard to concentrate, her mind wandered and all her thoughts seemed to find their way back to her ex-roommate. Somewhere along the way, her fingers stopped typing and her eyes glazed over. She’s snapped out of it when Flora’s voice disrupts the silence, except this time it wasn’t aimed at her. 

When she looked she found Flora talking to her phone, “Hi Americans,” she sang, waving at the camera. It was then that Millie noticed the blinking red button on the bottom of the screen that showed it was recording,” I’m..”

“What are you doing?” Millie cut in, scrunching her eyebrows. She shifted her weight so she was fully facing Flora and the camera. 

Flora turned toward her and spoke, while sliding the chair back closer to the bed,” I’m talking to the Americans and I’m going to post it to your story,” she said blatantly. She almost snorted but stopped herself, she had at most 20 friends on snapchat, four close friends, her aunt Vi and the rest were random kids she used to go to high school with but never really spoke to. 

She leaned forward and rested her head in her hands making eye contact with the camera,” and how many people do you think are going to see that?” she asked. 

“Don’t really care,” she commented,” I’m just bored, love.” she now turned back to the camera,” Amelia here, is very busy writing her essay and I have nothing to do.” Millie huffed and gave a small eye roll. 

“You could go do your homework ya know,” she was deliberately ignored. 

The door to her room flew open as Sakshi and Perry came in carrying snacks and coffee laughing with each other. Flora flipped the phone camera with ease, so that their friends were now in the shot, “ Say hello to the Americans,” she announced, startling them. 

Saks regained her composer quickly and answered,” Hullo Americans,” she grinned, waves of super model charms flowing from her. 

“Hi,” Perry murmmured,” we come bearing snacks.” 

Millie’s stomach growled loudly at the mere mention of snacks. The camera switched back to her and Flora and the filter snapped back into place, giving their skin a ethereal glow that made her kind of uneasy. Not that Flora needed any filter to be beautiful, she always seemed to glow all on her own. 

“Time to go,” she said waving,” Anything to say before we leave Quint?” 

She thought for a second before smirking and answering,” Send help,” she deadpanned, letting her eyes slide to Flora to see how she reacted. 

“Oi!” she exclaimed, in what Millie assumed was mock outrage. 

“Kidding,” she grinned,” Bye y’all,” she quickly grabbed the phone, effectively ending the video. Accepting a muffin and coffee from Perry, she tried to forget the video, knowing that Flora definitely was not going to. 

“Are we going to ignore the fact that Millie just said y’all,” Saks’ asked through a mouthful of muffin, in a surprisingly unlady-like manner for her. 

“...I’ve probably said it before,” Millie answered as Saks sat on her bed on the opposite side of the room. Flora abandoned her chair to join Millie on her bed so that Perry could have it. She sipped her coffee and scrunched her nose, in an annoyingly cute way, before setting it to the side. “I’m from the American south, it’s part of my vernacular.” 

“I like it, “ Flora replied, “ it’s got a cute twang to it.” 

Millie’s cheeks burned against her will and she ducked her head, avoiding eye contact with everyone. She had gotten used to hearing the Scottish accent around her now, but sometimes it still shocked her. It was strange to think that they might think the same things when they heard her talk. She didn’t have a good way to respond to this, so instead she just kept her head down, ignoring the weight of Flora’s eyes on her and the knowing look Sakshi was giving them. 

Her paper now forgotten, Millie closed her laptop and moved to put it on the desk simply so that she would have something to do with her hands. There was officially too much attention on her and she did not know what to do with herself. She was used to being in the background, not the center of attention and right now there was no doubt that all eyes were on her. 

Her phone dinged next to her annoyingly quickly indicating that someone had messaged her. She sighed knowing that it was about the video Flora had posted of all of them. The princess eyed the phone but before she could make a move to grab it Millie snatched it and clicked it on. 

She had a list of people from her old high school that she did not want to talk to and while the person she caught Jude cheating on her with was not on the top of said list he was definitely on it. Mason’s name sat heavily on her screen and she almost didn’t open it, but her curiosity got the better of her. 

She tried to make her fingers move but they sat stubborn and still. This was ridiculous, Mason didn’t know anything about her and Jude, there was no reason for things to be weird between them. Taking a deep breath, she clicked the message. 

Damn Millie who’s your friend? 

A distressed sound escaped from her throat, it started off as a yelp then turned into a groan. On instinct she threw her phone onto the bed face down trying to erase the words from her mind 

No. This was not happening. Not again. 

No. No. No. 

“What’s wrong with you Quint?” Flora asked, picking up the phone. Millie could see her eyes scanning the message. An all too familiar smirk formed on her lips and Millie could barely keep herself from staring, “Oh,” she says and an emotion that Millie couldn’t place flashed across her face, but disappeared as quickly as it had come,” Some American lad thinks I’m attractive. I don’t think that requires that level of a reaction.” she teased, her smirk returning causing Millie’s cheeks to heat up. 

By this point Saks and Perry were peering over Flora’s shoulder to read the message too. “It’s not the message as much as the person that sent it,” she backtracked. 

“Who is he?” Perry asked. 

She took a second too long to answer, “ his name’s Mason,” they all stared at her, waiting for more information. “He’s who I caught Jude cheating on me with.” she murmured and lowered her eyes. 

Saks gasped and before she could blink the phone was in her hand. “I want a picture of this boy,” she announced only to find that there was nothing for her to see. With a disappointed huff she and Flora glared at the home as Perry wheeled the chair across the room to join them. 

“Check his instagram,” he announced and then Saks’ fingers were flying over the screen. 

“Give me that,” Millie growled, taking the phone back to respond to the message. 

I thought you were with Jude?

Mason typed and deleted his reply at least three times before it finally came through. 

We broke up about 2 months ago.

I thought she would have told you

Her stomach knotted. She wasn’t happy about that, she wasn’t. But there was some sick satisfaction in knowing that the relationship had not worked out. She pushed down those feelings scolding herself. 

We haven’t talked much recently. 

Her friends were watching her intently but she made no move to let them read the messages. She deserved some privacy after all. 

That sucks

This conversation had turned painfully awkward fast. She started looking for ways to end it. 

For you too

She thought that would be the last of it and they would both go back to not speaking to each other for the next three months, until she was back in Texas for Christmas. Sadly she was mistaken. 

So is that a no from your friend? 

Just like that Millie closed the phone without answering and tossed it, determined to forget the entire conversation had ever happened. Sadly her friends didn’t agree with her. “Well…” Flora pushed, her eyes sparkling with the prospects of new gossip ,” What did he say?” 

“Nothing important,” she said bluntly, trying to put an end to this whole thing. They all moved in closer to her and she realized that the only way to end this was to give them what they wanted,” he just said that he and Jude aren’t together anymore and then he asked about you again.” 

An annoying smirk was again graced Flora’s face, she was relishing this, she was relishing how Millie was reacting to this. Millie hated how she was reacting to this situation, she hated that she wasn’t mad at Mason because of his relationship with Jude, she was upset because he was interested in Flora. Except she had no right to be possessive over Flora, Flora was not her’s. They were ex-roommates and barely even friends, nothing more. 

If only she could convince her traitorous heart that. 

#her royal highness #flora baird #princess flora #millie quint #there are not enough fics for this book #wlw