#seb’s brain is something else

[lackadaisicallizard]

If I didn’t know the full ending to @sebbianas’ exes au, I don’t think I could sleep tonight.

It’s a good job I do right?

😊😊😊🤐

#be jealous #seb’s brain is something else #do they have a happy ending? #who knows? #wait I do

[jobean12-blog]

Neighborly Love

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,446

Summary: Bucky is your new neighhor and tension has been building since he  moved in so when the water in his apartment stops working he comes to you first. 

Author’s Note: So my dear love @mickeyhenrys made this edit for me and it sparked an idea because omg it’s glorious and Bucky in glasses is just 🔥🔥🔥and it all happened while we were thirsting over the recent pics of Seb and his MAN BUN! YUM! Thank you so much love and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you darling Daisy🥰

Warnings: Fun, flirty, some fluff, some tension, the doorbell is a pain in the butt, i-mpl-ie-d s-e-x-y time

The below edit is NOT MINE: credit goes to @mickeyhenrys thank you again my lovely 

I’m also including the pic of Seb and his beefy bun below the cut because YES

After a long debate with yourself over whether or not you want to walk to the bathroom in just your tee shirt and panties you decide to make a run for it so you can wash up and change all at once.

With that decision, you open your bedroom door and step into the hall, about to walk to the bathroom when it’s door opens.

Bucky freezes in the doorway when he sees you, his eyes running down the length of your body.

“Mornin’ doll,” he says before clearing his throat. “Sleep ok?”

His long hair is curled around his ears, still wet and sending droplets of water dripping onto his bare shoulders that converge into a glistening trail down his naked chest, zigzagging through his sculpted abdominals before disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.  

Jeans that hang low enough to reveal the defined V-cut of his hips.

He raises his arm, towel in hand, and starts to dry his hair, drawing your eyes to his flexing bicep.

“UGH!”

You push him out of the way and slam the bathroom door behind you.

“Guess that’s a no,” he mutters before walking back into the living room.

Once you’re washed up and you’ve used the bathroom you stomp back out, having forgotten all about changing.

You walk over to him and shove his glasses at his chest, hard. “You forgot these in the bathroom.”

“Doll?” Bucky asks in confusion.

“You’re over here, using my shower, walking around like that,” you mutter as you clang angrily around the kitchen.

“Did I miss something?” he asks from the doorway.

“Put a shirt on Bucky,” you snap, keeping your back to him.

“Only if you put on some shorts and a bra doll face,” he replies with a chuckle.

You suddenly go still, remembering you’re only wearing your panties under your oversized tee. Whirling around with the intention to slip past him, you glower but when you reach the doorway he blocks your path, maneuvering you against the wall.

He raises an arm above your head and leans in, the clean scent of your shampoo in his hair. Your eyes travel over his skin appreciatively and when you meet his gaze you find him staring down at your legs. Your thighs rub together instinctively and he lets out a grunt filled with desire.

You try to unjumble your thoughts, the tiny rational part of your brain yelling at you to run.

But everything else is too loud.

“Bucky?” you breathe out and your eyes fall to his mouth.

He lifts his other hand and gently brushes his thumb along the curve of your jaw, in the process bringing your face closer to his. Goose bumps erupt across your skin at the scrape of his calluses and your mind fills with thoughts of how those hands would feel on the rest of your body.

You breathe out his name once more as his head dips, his lips just brushing along yours when the doorbell rings.

With a muttered curse, he retreats, his eyes filled with the promise that this isn’t over.

“I’ll get it,” you squeak.

He catches you by the arm to stop you.

“I’ll get it doll face,” he rumbles, letting his eyes sweep down your body. “No way I’m lettin’ anyone else see you like this.”

You nod with wide eyes and hurry back to your bedroom, quickly glancing back to watch as he lifts his shirt over his head and shoves his glasses onto his face.

“Who was it?” you ask when you return, now dressed in leggings and a new shirt.

“The landlord,” he answers. “My water should be fixed by five.”

“Ok, great,” you say with far too much cheer. “Coffee?”

“Sure, thanks doll,” he says as he takes the hair tie from his wrist and secures his hair at the base of his neck in a small bun.

You stare for a moment too long before looking away and trying to focus on making the coffee.

A few minutes later you walk into your small living room, mugs in hand and sit next to him on the couch. You place the steaming coffee down on the small table and snuggle into his side.

“Thanks again,” he says.

“For what?”

“For letting me crash here and take a shower.”

“Of course,” you tell him. “I’m just glad one of us has working water to use. It seems like everything goes wrong all at once in this building.”  

Your gazes hold for a second before he reaches for his coffee. When he sits back you lean into him again.

“There’s a whole lotta couch ya know doll,” he teases.

“You’re warm and you smell nice,” you pout even as you push yourself away from him.  

He goes to reach for you so he can tuck you back against him but unfortunately during all the shifting you manage to spill a spot of your coffee on his shirt.

“OH MY GOD,” you screech as you plop your coffee back on the table, spilling more, before you grab his shirt and pull it away from his body. “I’m sorry! Are you ok?”

He carefully places his coffee mug down and gives you a lopsided smirk.

“Pretty sure that was my fault,” he says sheepishly. “And I’m fine doll. Don’t worry.”

Your fingers slip higher and you lift the wet fabric, searching his skin for any redness.

His stomach muscles flex under your touch.

“Are you sure?” you whisper, finally dragging your eyes away from his skin.

“I’m sure,” he replies, his voice gruff.

Suddenly, the air feels too thick and the feel of him under your fingers, the heat from his body and the way his eyes shine with desire makes it hard to breathe.

You lick your lips, needing to kiss him.

His head dips to yours as you move upward and then his mouth is on you, frantic and hungry.

Strong arms circle around you, his hands splayed over your back as he pulls you closer until you’re straddling him.

You roll your hips against him, feeling how much he wants you. Your hands dance along his chest and reach behind his head to tug his hair free of the tie, letting it spill out around his face before you slide your fingers through the silky strands. His glasses go askew and he pulls away just fast enough to rip them off and drop them on the couch.

His large hands smooth down to your waist to grip your hips and you feel the pressure of him holding you down as you grind over him again and again. Tightening his hold, he lifts his hips, increasing the pressure.

With every roll of your hips you grow needier and his grip turns bruising.

“I need to come Bucky,” you murmur against his lips.

He growls your name, and then kisses you again, keeping your hips in constant motion over the hardness between his legs.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his cheeks flushed.

“Please,” you whine, your fingernails digging into his skin. “I need you. I need you inside m…”

Ding Dong

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” he growls.

You’re still seated in his lap, your heavy breathing the only sound when the bell buzzes again.

“Don’t move,” he commands as he gently lifts you up.

He adjusts himself in his jeans and grabs his glasses, pushing them up and over his nose. With one last longing glance he starts to walk toward the door.

“Bucky wait!” you call quietly.

He stops and looks back as you hop off the couch and go to him. You press your body along his and reach up to fix his hair and adjust his glasses.

“There…,” you say. “Your hair was a bit mussed and your glasses were crooked.”

“Thanks,” he says with a grin then grabs you around the waist, presses you so close that feel every inch of him and kisses you until you’re breathless.

Third buzz of the bell.

He stomps away and opens the door with too much force, making you giggle. Then you hear him saying a lot of “uh huh, ok, that’s fine, yeah, yeah,” and then the door slams shut and the lock clicks.  

“Was that the landlord again?” you ask as he stalks toward you.

He nods but doesn’t elaborate and when you open your mouth to ask more questions he presses a long finger against your lips.  

“It’s fine,” he says. “Now…”

He starts walking you backward toward the couch and sits, pulling you down over his lap.

“Where were we?” he murmurs with a whisper of his lips along yours.

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @lookiamtrying @goldylions @sstan-hoe @late-to-the-party-81 @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @randomfandompenguin @seitmai @littleseasiren​ 

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #beefy!bucky x reader #beefy!bucky #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #neighbor!bucky #neighbor au #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan

[norrisleclercf1]

Hey, could you maybe write something and the reader being a driver on the grid and maybe either drying the drivers parade or interviews where she is surrounded by the boys ( Lando, charles, George, idm who else ) and maybe she starts to feel unwell and faints so the boys look after her. Hope this is okay x

It's not that it was a particularly hot day, but the constant changing weather of the track was giving you a hard time. The constant pressure changes of cold then hot, then humid to raining was getting to you. Something your team was well aware of when you got every chance to sit down with your head between your legs.

"Drink some water, come on." Max urges crouching in front of your chair handing you the water bottle. You say nothing, fingers tingly as you grab the water, taking slow sips. Max's fingers go to the back of your neck rubbing a pressure point. "Feels good." You mumble the fog in your brain lifting but not enough.

"Guys, the driver's parade is about to start." Christian stops, seeing the state your in. "Hey, you don't have to go." Pushing you back down, you shake it off. "No, no. If I can't attend the driver's parade, then I can't race. I'm fine." Both Max and Christian knew you weren't telling the truth.

"Watch her closely, I'd rather she not races then kill herself." Max nods, sent off with a pat on the back as you pull yourself together. Walking to towards the large bed truck you climb out, shaking out your fingers. The tingling feeling was slowly starting to grow, but you knew it was just a pinched nerve. "You alright?" Max whispers, hand on your back to stop your slight tittering.

"Of course, stop being a mother hen." Moving you head down the truck getting to where Lando, Oscar, Charles, Carlos, and Pierre were. Max was close behind you slotting in next to Lando. You lean against the railing, doing that you feel the world go forward yet you blink it away everything going back to normal.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Oscar's concerned voice has you looking up, all the drivers looking at you worried. "Yes," You groan exhausted of people asking if you're okay. "I'm just tired that's it, I can't be tired?" You snap, patience wear thin. "Hey, he's just worried. You don't need to snap at him." Lando glares, nodding at Oscar that it's okay.

"Water." Max nods at the bottle in your hand, shoving it your mouth you take slow sips from the straw but it doesn't help the fuzzy feeling filling your brain or the way you start to get tunnel vision. The truck starts to move, having your stomach lurch you grip the railing tight.

It's halfway through, Charles talking to you, but his voice turned into static about 5 minutes ago. "Fuck, she's going down." Someone curses as your world goes dark, multiple arms and accents fade out.

------------------------

It's embarrassing, passing out during the drivers parade and you were deemed unfit to drive. Having to watch the most chaotic race every instead of being in the middle of it. Max had won, tying with Seb of course no one was happy about it.

Apparently, his monotone celebration was ill-fit for what he's doing. But that's Max, you still remember him going crazy sometimes on the radio. "You should be celebrating." You grumble, looking at the dejected man in red.

"I was doomed the moment I kept going off at turn 1 during practice." Is all Charles says typing away on his phone. "So? You're talented." You argue, a smile pulling at Charles's lips. "The car is shit." You smile biting into a cracker, hating the bland taste in your mouth.

"How's sleeping beauty?" Thick puffy curls pop into the door, a smiling face of Lando before he gets tripped in Max shoving his way in. "Is she drinking enough water? Have you been lightheaded again? What about food?" Max lists off everything as Charles roll his eyes.

"You smell." You gag, the sweat, rain, and champagne was not a good mix. "Oh, I'm sorry." Max steps back, Lando snickers as Oscar, Carlos, and Pierre soon join. The other drivers had to go to interviews, but Oscar said the rest would be visiting you after.

"You don't have to stay with me." You told them later, but they said they weren't leaving until the medic said you were all good. Guess you'll have to deal with the sweaty men in your room.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n #formula one #f1 scenario #f1 reader #driver!reader #f1 blurb #f1 oneshot #f1 x female reader #f1 x you #lando norris #charles leclerc #max verstappen #pierre gasly #carlos sainz #oscar piastri #driver!reader x f1 #f1 x driver!reader #f1 fluff

[luvvyouforever]

go ahead and cry - dark!sebastian sallow x reader <3 {mdni, nsfw mentions}

↳ sebastian knows he should be kind and considerate and loving. but your tears do something to him that he can't control.

↳ warnings: dark!sebastian (aged up) , crying, sadism (more emotional than physical), smut references but does not go in detail, crybaby!reader.

↳ a/n: this is a short drabble of some thoughts that i had. i don't really know what it is but i wrote it in ten minutes because i couldn't get the thought out. enjoy teehee <3

you don't mean to be a sensitive person, really. you just feel everything so deeply and so strongly that the tears come out quicker than you realize. you've never thought it to be a bad trait. sure, it caused some teasing when you were young. you'd sob when boys pulled on your hair. you'd sniffle when your teacher handed you an assignment with math problems you didn't understand. but most of the time, it was endearing. especially to sebastian sallow.

he was always there for you when you cried. if your potion didn't go right in class, he'd hold your head and watch as the tears spilled from your eyes, whispering phrases like "my poor girl" or "go ahead and cry, love." you never felt judged and frequently, sebastian was the one you turned to when those salty drops of water threatened to fall.

sebastian reveled in being the one you fled to for comfort. he felt strong and very good about himself when you'd softly whisper through sniffles: "you're the only one i can count on, seb." he hadn't meant to ruin everyone else for you. it just happened! but can you blame him when you look so pretty while crying?

he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way. he should be a respectable boyfriend who wipes your tears and tells off whoever upset you. but those urges of his that lurk just below his skin keep him from doing so. in fact, those urges tell him to make you cry more, and harder.

there was something about the way the tears innocently glistened on your skin that made his pants tighten in the middle. he liked to see your makeup run on the sides of your eyes. he loved when your lips grew puffy and your nose turned red from sniffles. and he couldn't help but push his hips into yours when he felt your body shaking beside his.

it was so wrong but sebastian loved to mess with you more to seek that strange feeling. when you were focused too deeply on your potions textbook, he slipped a couple extra mallowsweet leaves into your potion, causing it to become a murky brown rather than the bright blue potion professor sharp created.

some of his best work included using imperio on some lowly sixth years so that they'd start to gossip about you just four seats away from you in the great hall. when you heard those harsh words, you ran to him and soaked his sweater with your tears while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. he promised he would take care of it but he knew that he wouldn't. in fact, he kept his strategy tucked into his mind so he could pull it out again soon without raising suspicion.

on top of all of his manipulation, sebastian loved pounding into you relentlessly, causing endless tears of pleasure to slip down your cheeks. he loved wrapping his hand around your neck and seeing your eyes water. he enjoyed teasing you so much that you begged him to touch you with watery eyes and shaky lips. all of these images were saved in his brain, burned into his memory so that he could get off when you weren't by his side.

sebastian was cruel and he knew that, truly, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. he tried once to wipe your tears but instead kissed each and every one that fell down your cheeks, savoring in the salty taste of them.

maybe one day he would stop enchanting your wand to cast the wrong spells or pushing you against a wall just a little too hard but today was not the day and neither would tomorrow be. you were his crybaby and he'd always be there for you.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut

[blerb-f1]

"Let them talk" - 2008!Sebastian Vettel x Engineer!Reader (platonic???)

This one is again based on another Song called "Lasse Reden" (Let them Talk) by Die Ärzte. I really like it so give it a listen if you want to.

Let em run their mouths 

Did you do something that normally no one does?

Are you wearing high heels or even a hat?

Or did you wear too skimpy of a dress,

Without asking your neighbors for permission first?

Sebastian flipped the newspaper open, staring disgruntled at the articles badmouthing him. For some reason, German Media weren't a Fan of him. A young, overly confident upstart they could step on easily is what he was to them. 

Of course, now you'll be treated with contempt

You're a disgrace to the whole neighborhood

You don't even know their names

And they're already running their mouths about you. 

You just stared at the awful stuff they said about him. Just where exactly did they get that stuff from? What made them get those ideas? Were they so miserable in their own boring little lifes? 

You leaned forward, comfortingly holding Sebastian's right hand. 

"They don't know you Seb, that's why they're able to pull shit like this" 

Sebastian looked at another article, eyes scanning the rude words laid in front of him. 

"I know that THEY don't know me. That's why they are so rude. I mean, I've just joined Red Bull properly. Taking over after David Coulthard won't be easy but what do they expect? If Horner wants me to be Driver 1, I have to become Driver 1. That's how the Business works. Bashing Me because they wanted Mark to get the spot is idiotic. It's not like we two have that many choices to make in that regard"

You eyed a smaller article, reading the insults that were hurled at you. Being Sebs' equally young and inexperienced Engineer at Toro Rosso was already pretty special but Christian Horner invited you to follow him to the Main Team. Like a Buy one get one free deal. Pretty nice money and friendship wise but pretty bad gossip wise. 

Let them talk, and don't listen to them

Most people just don't have anything better to do

Let them talk, day and night

Let them talk - they always have, anyway

Apparently, something you didn't know about yourself,was that you were the lover of Helmut Marko and got Sebastian into this position by fucking said old fart on top of the RB03. Interesting. Another, even meaner comment, had implied that somehow Sebastian was a paid driver that got in thanks to Flavio Briatore and you had planned Crashgate. Considering that you were just a little engineer at Toro Rosso, that seemed very outlandish. Furthermore, something about Briatore always irked you the wrong way so there was no way in Hell you'd be caught dead around him. Being the same age as Sebastian, you didn't think that people were taking you as capable of stuff like that. A 21y.o. planning something like Crashgate? And even if you somehow were that big brained, in what manner would Fernando Alonso winning the Race benefit Sebastian? You just shook your head at the brainfarts that managed to get printed. 

You've certainly robbed a bank

How else could you afford your rent?

And you've been banned from the United States

Because you're Osama bin Laden's lover

Seb sighed as he read another news out loud: "Michael Schumacher reveals: Vettel too cocky for his own good. The 7x champion despises being around the moronic Rookie". As he finished reading and slouched back into his seat, you just stared in shock. Michael liked Sebastian. He appreciated him as a driver, a young fresh talent and as a fellow German. He treated him more like a son than anything. He was a better not dad than most of those so-called journalists must have had growing up.  You stood up from your own booth seat, sliding over to Sebs Side, bumping into his side while sending him a Comforting Smile. You both sipped the bad Coffee they served in Hospitality, trying to form fictional race tracks out the stains the mugs left on the table.

Do you shave your women's-beard daily

Or do you have a few corpses buried in your garden?

The neighbors surmised as much

So don't be surprised when the detectives drop by

You pointed at another article. "See this one?". The young man moved his eyes to the next page, gazing upon the article squished between ads for most likely racist books and lawnmowers. "Fernando Alonso actually deceased, replaced by a driver that got plastic surgery."

He chucked at the thought of someone learning to be like Fernando Alonso. Some poor bloke forced to do that bunny dance on top of an F1 Car. How even would one imitate a Driver?  "Imagine getting someone to look like Coulthard? Would they put new bones into that chin?" you joked while pointing at your chin. You then hollowed out your cheeks, stretching your face. "Or imagine someone looking like Mark. Like, how do you initiate that?”

Seb started laughing along with you while pretending to give himself a longer chin:"Sebastian Vettel imitates Michael Schumacher. Has this rookie gone too far?" 

The laughter coming from deep down your stomach was so loud that some of the other people in hospitality turned around, staring at you two. Normally you’d hide away in some empty office, eating your cold food there while racing against Sebastian on your two PSP’s that he won in a raffle.

Let them talk and just don't listen

Most people don't mean anything by it

It's their monotonous life that bothers them

And the day becomes much more interesting when you tell stories

Mark, who'd heard your imitations, while walking in, came over and scooted into the booth you sat in earlier while giving you two a comforting smile. "That's the correct way to deal with those stupid fake news" he stated, while stretching his legs under the table. "They'll always think of something stupid to talk about. What are they supposed to report, if not stupid shit like that? You think normal people buy the headline 'Red Bull Racing' s new Talent Sebastian Vettel is a kind bloke'?" 

Seb seemed to tense next to you for a second before relaxing again." You mean, this will go on forever? "

" Yes", Mark answered bluntly. "That's how it's always been and always will be." 

And they probably don't feel ashamed

They lack discretion

And repeatedly prove: [that] they are petty,

inescapable, xenophobic

"Look at the stuff they write about Lewis Hamilton, for example" he said while smiling sadly. "Your slander is just normal slander, he's getting hate simply because his skin colour isn't on their approval page. Formula 1 features people from all over the world, so they pick the easiest target who could be someone who's from a minority group like Lewis or a young fool like you. Those people can span from idiots to hyenas. You gotta learn how to ignore them and especially, not feed them. Fake articles can be fun for a hot minute but blow up and grow into some massive thing "

Did you hear, and say, did you already know?

That is to say, you earn your money through prostitution

You work the corner by the bus station

The colleague of a brother-in-law saw you the other day

"So my Advice for you two: Don't run with what they say about you in public. Be so kind that it hurts. Y/N, don't mention that Crashgate stuff anywhere. The Brazilians won't be happy with your jokes and the media will spin it like you're actually involved and somehow hate everyone from there. Seb, don't treat Me different just because People hate Christian Horner putting you in this position. That's on them, not you. Just be polite and let your racing do the talking. "

His statements were the whole damn truth, leaving you and Seb too stunned to speak. Mark took this chance to take the newspaper away from you, just to chuck them into the trash bin." Let me resolve those issues for you. Drivers need to look out for one another, don't they? Someone gave me the same advice back then so i’m giving it to you now," Seb nodded in agreement, watching the tall man leave catering while the newspaper quickly got covered by leftover Spaghetti. 

Let them talk, just laugh it off

Most people get their information from Bild*

Which consists of, who knew,

Fear, hate, tits, and the weather report

Let them talk, because this is how it is:

As long as they talk, that's the worst they do

And you can afford a little hypocrisy

Stay polite and say nothing - that annoys them the most.

Seb stared at you for a short second before getting up and holding out his hand towards you like a knight to his princess. 

" Y/N, may I invite my strategic Genius to play an evil round of Gran Turismo 4?"

You grabbed his hand, pretending to flip your skirt. 

"Of course, Mr. Evil. But you take the Mad-Catz Controller" 

Seb stared at you with fake shock. The audacity. The Mad-Catz Controller was reserved for poor younger brothers around the world normally. You lost your other proper one during the move to Red Bull though and this one was the one Horner had gotten you after asking you for a new one.

"How dare you make Christian Horner's secret Love Child take the shitty Controller?" 

You stuck out your tongue towards him. "I'm sorry Sebastian Horner, I think having Helmut Marko, Flavio Briatore and Bernie Ecclestone on speed dial makes me the instant winner of the original Controller." 

While Mark had told you to not make fun of that stuff, doing it once or twice won't be too bad, will it? 

*Bild is like a shitty german newspaper with clickbaity titles known to stir hatred, show lots of nudity and general stupidity.  Also yes, i'm having Seb Brainrot rn.

#Sebastian Vettel x reader #Sebastian Vettel x you #F1 x reader #blerb writes

[effervescentdragon]

For the prompt game:

'Dont i have the right to know? + pairing of your choice 👀

this is, subjectively, the worst thing i've ever written. <3

The news breaks in the paddock first.

Maybe it doesn't, though. Maybe it breaks in gossip magazines, or trash tabloids, or whatever else people read. Charles doesn't know because it's not for him to know. He has people to deal with those things. People to tell him what's being said, what's happening, what he needs to know and what he needs to pretend not to know.

"Did you see the news about Seb?" Carlos says, and Charles' heart speeds up because the Mercedes seat is open still, and - "- didn't think he was the type," Carlos continues, and Charles didn't hear what - "was gonna be Rosberg, or Jenson."

"What?" Charles says, because he didn't hear, but then Silvia storms into the room and goes straight for Charles.

"Did you know about this?" she asks, and he doesn't like the gleam in her eye.

"About what?" Charles repeats, pissed off now because nobody is telling him anything, except it's something about Seb, and he doesn't -

"The divorce," Silvia says, finally, with a little cruel twist to her mouth and Charles doesn't remember anything except stammering a weak and truthful "No" and then being pulled into a meeting on how to deal with the press and the questions and many things that Charles can't remember, because his brain is on a loop of divorce-divorce-Seb is getting a divorce.

-

Everybody is talking about it and Charles isn't thinking about it.

"Had no idea," he says to Alex. "We don't talk that much," he repeats to both Max and Lando. "I don't know why," he rolls his eyes at Carlos and George. "I'd tell you if I knew," he lies to Piere, and then goes to stand by himself on the truck before the race.

He waves at the fans and ignores everything until there's a bump at his hip. He looks down and it's Lewis, waving the same way Charles is, his eyes on the crowd.

"You didn't know," he says with a fake smile, and Charles forces himself not to react.

"No," is all Charles can say, shaking his head a little. "Haven't heard from him in a while."

Lewis hums. "Makes sense," he says, chuckling a little, and then Valtteri comes over an Charles wants to shake Lewis because, how the fuck does it make sense? It fucking doesn't, none of this makes sense and it's not - Charles doens't - how could -

The race, Charles thinks. The race first, everything else second. Racing first. Always.

Charles is a racing driver first. Always.

-

He misses the podium for a breath.

He doese everything right, answers the questions, gives feedback, it's all fine, it's all alright, he's handling it all well, another missed podium, another shit race, another question, another thing to deal with, it's fine, it's all good -

-he slams the door in Andrea's face.

"I'm fine!" he yells, and he'll apologize, he just needs a fucking moment alone.

The floor is hard under his thighs but he can't drag himself to the couch yet. It's fine. He taps on the phone screen next to him. Andrea must have given it to him. Charles doesn't remember.

He scrolls for too long and sends the message before he can calm down.

didnt i have the right to know??

He's not expecting a response. He isn't. He's trained himself out of that a long while ago.

The phone lights up.

I didn't know how to tell you.

No apology. No nothing. Charles scoffs, his hands shaking.

oh i dont know, maybe when u were fucking me in sicily last

or fucking me in monaco

or when i was fucking you in switserland

at any point then would be ok

There's sweat running down his face. His overalls are too heavy. He also needs to pee.

He leans back onto the door, staring at the screen. There's a lot of notifications, but it can all wait.

This can't.

I'm sorry about your race. You deserved a podium.

He stares at the screen incredulously.

fuck you seb

i deserved to know

He mutters a curse in Italian as he grabs for the water bottle and drinks some more. He doesn't have much more time.

He isn't expecting an answer. He isn't. There is no point expecting anything from Seb. Never was.

I know.

There's nothing left to say. Charles should get up and change and open the door for Andrea and Joris and whoever else is waiting for him. There's nothing else Seb will say.

Charles should get up and leave his phone.

Charles should block Sebastian Vettel's number and never talk to him again.

The phone lights up.

I can tell you in England? That's where I'm moving, for a while.

Charles should do a lot of things that he doesn't.

-

"-and get my phone," Charles shouts, halfway through the door.

Andrea sighs fondly and leans down, picking up Charles' phone from the floor.

It's unlocked. Andrea doesn't want to look, but his eyes are faster than his fingers and he catches the last two messages before the screen goes black.

i'll come between two headers

I am counting on it ;-)

#i havent written anything in too long and this is awful all around but whatever #effervescentdragonwrites #my writing #sebchal #f1 rpf #i guess tags would be cheating and idk rich guys being dicks

[sebastianwallows]

Jealousy

Sebastian Sallow x m!reader

Summary - Request from anon for "i saw you’re taking prompts! could i request an NSFW fic with seb x any gender? whatever you feel like writing- i’m actually genderfluid so i have no preference LMAO- although there is quite a lack of male!reader fics. either way, absolutely anything would be wonderful, perhaps some jealous sebastian for the soul?"

Word Count - 1,447

Warnings - 18+, more dominant Sebastian, characters presumed to be aged up

Sebastian was pacing around the dorm, furious that you had blown him off to go out to Hogsmeade with Poppy. He figured you would be back anytime now since it was nearing time to be in the dorms for tonight. It's not like he was the one out with you getting you up to trouble.

He was mad at you and mad at himself for feeling so jealous. He hadn't told you how he felt, but he should have. Now what if it was too late? What if you didn't feel the same.

He huffed loudly as you came walking into the shared room.

"Well, it's about time you got back," he spat, catching you off guard. You stood before him with a bag in your hands, shrugging your cloak off to hang up.

"Excuse me? What bee is in your bonnet, Sebastian?" You took a seat on your bed that was just across from his, now thinking it wasn't the best time to give him the gift you looked all over for.

"You were supposed to come back here and help me study!" He looked exasperated and you crossed your arms, giving him a funny look.

"And that's suddenly a travesty for you not to study? Since when is that something you're looking forward to?"

Sebastian looked away from you for a moment, a blush spreading on his cheeks as he mumbled, "It is when it's with you. And you just abandoned me."

You look up at him with a little bit of surprise, you stand up move in front of him to where there is a only a small amount of space between you.

"So you missed me?"

You're caught off guard by strong hands holding you in place and a forceful mouth on yours. Once your brain catches up you close the rest of the gap, pulling his hips into yours which makes you both moan.

Sebastian backs you up until your up against the bed and he pushes you forward, falling down softly while he stares down at you.

You wonder how forceful he can get with you, so you continue to be cheeky with him, "It took you long enough to kiss me. Do I have to wait a few more weeks for what's next?"

He smirked at you before crawling between your legs, guiding you to the center of the mattress. His hands cage you in as he starts to place heated kisses on your neck, "I've been thinking about this all day. Could've been doing it much earlier if you stayed here with me."

He used his knee to firmly press up against the erection that felt smothered by your pants. You used that opportunity to take a tight grip of his biceps, rutting helplessly against him.

"Are you needy?" He murmured, before suckling hard enough on your neck that you would have to hide it later.

He sat up on his knees and you watched in a trance as his jacket came off, follow by his tie. You watched his thick fingers undo the buttons of his blouse painfully slow. This combined with the hungry look on his face made you whimper.

Your eyes trailed down his freckled chest, over the fine red hairs that made a delicious path down his stomach and into his trousers. You could tell he was big as he strained against the fabric.

"Don't just stare, why don't you tell me what you want?" He pushed his shirt from his shoulders, popping the button at the top of his pants before hovering over you once more.

He kept his eyes on yours as he untucked your shirt, palming your cock through your pants. He could see the rise and fall of your chest quickening as you struggled for words.

"I want you Sebastian. Not bloody Poppy or Garreth or anybody else. I want you to ruin."

"Ruin?" He asked, fingers running over the sensitive skin of your abdomen, ghosting up to your nipples.

"I think you should be careful what you ask for."

Unable to play his game any longer he makes quick work of your pants, tossing your shoes to the side as he drags them past your ankles, underwear and all.

Your dripping cock fully exposed, twitching from the proximity. His hot breath was so close you felt like you could die on the spot. He nestled himself between your legs, holding your thighs up as he licked a stripe from your sensitive taint, up your contracting balls and circling all around your cock.

You moaned at the sight of his spit strung between you and his lips. He shifted an arm to lick his fingers and rub gentle circles around your hole while leaning into you to take more of your cock.

"Shit, Sebastian..." you whined and felt his arms tense up while he held you in place. He slurped hungrily at your length and you couldn't keep your hips from bucking to meet his mouth. It was so warm and soft, but still you wanted more.

You reached your hand down to his head, tugging lightly on his hair. It elicited a moan that sent vibrations through you, making you tilt your head back and struggle for words.

You pulled harder on his hair, urging him back off of you, "Sebastian, want you to fuck me, please?"

He was looking up at you, an absolute mess with a sly grin on his face.

"You're not going anywhere until I do, I just want to make sure your ready."

Instead of going back for your cock, he dips his head lower and pulls your hips forward and starts circling your asshole aggressively with his tongue. He teases you dipping inside and out, letting his spit dribble out to help loosen you up.

He props his head up, making you jump as he rubs pre-cum from your cock onto his fingers before plunging one finger inside of you.

He chuckles darkly at your reaction, "If this is too much, I'm not sure you can handle me," he muses, pumping his finger in and out slowly.

He uses a wandless incantation to add more lubricant into the mix, teasing you with 2 fingers pressed against your tight hole before going back in and stretching you out.

You squirm against him, your cock red and swollen and making a huge mess at this point. As you beg him for release he decides your finally read and shifts himself up to pull his own trousers.

You gulped when you saw his cock for the first time, it was definitely thicker than anything you'd used before. You craved him inside of you so badly that you lifted your own legs for him, holding them up while you waited on him to position himself and come to your aid.

"You're such an eager little boy for me aren't you?" He lined himself up with your hole, applying a teasing pressure that was driving you both crazy.

He pushed himself in slowly, clutching your thighs in a grip that would surely leave bruises. You panted at the ache it was sending through you, forcing yourself against him until you had all of it in your tight ass.

"Fuckin' hell I can't believe you're taking it all," he muttered before he started to lose himself in the feeling and thrusting in and out of you. He started slow, but as he got more aggressive and you could feel him hitting your most sensitive spot you begged him for more.

He obliged, fucking you had and fast. You and Sebastian both a mess of sweat, grunting and searching for words as you rode through the ecstasy. His balls slapped noisily against your ass and you felt yourself about to cum.

"S-Sebastian, I- I'm going to-," your words fueled him to the point where he refused to even let you finished the sentence.

"That's right cum for me, cum when I'm not even touching your dirty cock," like that you ground your teeth together and your eyes rolled back into your head as hot spurts came out and landed on your own chest.

Sebastian was unrelenting in chasing his own orgasm as well, making you feel light headed as he pounded into you. With a loud grunt he slammed into you, rotating his hips as he leaned down for a sloppy kiss while he came inside of you.

He went limp against your chest, breathing heavily with you as you stuck together. He looked up at you, face flushed as he ran a hand through your hear.

"See, this could already be round 2 or 3 if you stayed home today."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x m!reader #sebastian sallow x m!reader smut #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x m!reader

[leclerced]

why do I feel like Bunny vents her issues with all of the other guys to Seb? Maybe even moreso than Lando and Oscar because Seb can take the 30,000 foot view of not being in his mid-twenties and having some life experience that a lot of them don’t have

she’s telling him about this one being weird or that one wanting to do something she’s not into sexually and he’s reassuring her that as long as she feels safe and cared for, everything is okay

until she slips and tells him about Oscar taking out his jealousy on her - she knows she shouldn’t be spilling the beans about her actual relationship but it just comes right out, maybe alongside a story about Carlos - and Seb gets serious when he tells her that’s something to keep an eye on, not always bad but can be a harbinger of a relationship dynamic she won’t want down the line

(and that really if she just wants to run away with him, that’s always an option)

i love the idea of her confiding in seb sm !!! im gna talk ab them calling it quits w everyone in this bc it just feels realistic to me rn tbh so if u don’t wanna hear that ! don’t read it. also sorry this is such a mess. i just brain vomited all over this.

so. i kinda like the idea of seb and oscar kinda being friends and confiding in each other too. like they could bond over racing, mark, and bunny at first then realize they have a lot in common and seb’s like another mentor to him. eventually oscar opens up to him about how he feels about bunny bc he doesn’t know who else to talk to, but he’s seen how rough seb can get but he always remains so calm and collected so he knows he’s the guy to talk to. maybe he’d get a little rougher with bunny than usual and even though she’d like it, oscar wouldn’t like the way he lost control a little. he’d tell seb how much he hates thinking about her with anyone else, that he doesn’t feel like he can say anything about it because if or when he does, bunny and lando will leave him bc they’re not done messing around and experimenting. tells seb he wouldn’t have even gotten involved if he knew it would end up with him feeling the way he does because it scares him. not the way he loves bunny more than anything, the way he’d do anything for her. maybe thinks ab hitting someone bc they were flirting w her then reels back and is like, she’s flirting back and lando’s watching and laughing i shouldn’t feel this way. he’d retreat into himself again and just feel awful ab it until he finally can tell seb about it. he’d just keep saying he’s scared of losing lando and bunny but seb tells him if he wants to keep them around he needs to tell them bc thats stuff they need to know.

then, sometime after that, seb assumes they’ve talked about it and he’s mostly forgotten about it until they’re together again. she’s not even thinking about what she’s saying bc she trusts him so much. she’d start telling him about how she thinks it’s sweet that oscar’s so protective over her and seb asks what she means. she explains how he acts ab the other guys and how he gets rougher w her and she likes it, bc while’s usually dominant it’s when lance gives her gifts or she sees carlos that he gets jealous and kinda loses control a little. seb feels some genuine concern for her and feels bad for oscar, realizing that it’s getting worse as time goes on and that oscar’s still not talking to them about their feelings. i think in a way, he’d have some feelings for bunny and that’s why he jokes ab running away with her all the time. he’d be very careful with his words bc he doesn’t know everything, just what oscar told him then and what bunny is now, but he knows that if bunny was his girlfriend, he wouldn’t be letting half the grid look at her, much less fuck her.

he wouldn’t tell her what oscar told him bc it’s not his place, but he would tell her to talk to him and kind of play it as “i think we’re very similar and if i was in his place, or even lando’s, this wouldn’t be happening.” and she’d laugh and be like “well that’s because you never liked sharing silly.” and make a reference to his redbull days. but he’d tell her like “i’m serious. i’m gonna be honest and say i don’t understand why he shares you, like you’re not something to be treasured. i’m not kidding when i say if you ever want to run away… and i know even if he’s not saying it, oscar’s thinking it. i think he’d really do anything for you. you need to think about how he feels, because he won’t or can’t tell you. if he’s showing you in bed by being rougher, he’s taking it out on you. there’s nothing wrong with some rough play but it needs to come from a healthy place, not anger that another man is touching you when all of you have consented. its… something you should think about.”

bunny wouldn’t even know what to say, she’s caught up in the fun of it all and her and lando communicate so well she would kinda just assume because oscar’s not saying anything that he doesn’t feel anything. but hearing seb’s words she actually does start thinking about it and is paying more attention to oscar and less attention to the other drivers. they’d assume she’s on her period or something bc she’s not making plans with any of them. but then it lasts longer than a week.

she’s just spending time with oscar and lando while she thinks about it over the next few days and runs through months of memories. she’d analyze how oscar used to act and is acting. she’d realize how much gentler he is with her after a week of it, bc when he’s domming her normally, he’s not gripping her hips hard enough for his fingertips to bruise the skin so the other men know he touched her first. oscar would never realize he was holding her that hard until afterwards when he was kissing the bruises and apologizing while she’s sighing above him saying she likes the physical reminders of his touch. after hearing that, he wouldn’t be able to tell her how much he hates it because she likes it. but once she stops seeing other driver’s he’s not holding her so tight or manhandling her as often even though she loves when he rearranges her however he wants.

and it’s not just in bed. he’s less tense during the day and is laughing and joking w the other drivers more instead of giving them glares. maybe a lot of little things would slowly change over time without anyone realizing it but as soon as she’s not fooling around with them things kinda go back to how they used to? not fully bc drivers are looking at her longingly wondering why she’s not making any plans but no one would ask about it. they stop sending gifts and stuff without having to be told.

she realizes how much of an effect it has on him and would talk to lando alone first ab the talk she had w seb and how the reason she hasn’t made plans is bc she’s worried ab oscar and that it’s not just like normal possessiveness. lando’s kinda surprised she thinks so bc he doesn’t see it but then she tells him everything in detail. he’d ask her what she wants to do, and she tells him she wants to do whatever oscar wants. the focus has been on her, and only her. they haven’t thought about how oscar feels, just assumed because he’s going along with it that he likes it as much as they do.

oscar would be an anxious mess when bunny asks if they can all talk, assuming the worst, but he can’t deny her anything. they’d be sitting on a couch in one of their hotel rooms, and she’d tell him about her talk with seb and how she’s been thinking about how he feels more, he’d be scared the one person he trusted told them but realize he didn’t and it was just bunny being horny over him roughing her up and seb getting worried like the grid dad he is. bunny tells him, “if this is too much we need to know so we can stop. it’s not fun for us if it’s not fun for you. but we can’t read your mind, so if you don’t tell us, we can’t help you.”

he’d tell them how he feels, all of it, and they’d kind of look sad bc they didn’t realize how much he was thinking and hurting, he generally just seems so relaxed and thoughtless they never realized how fast the gears in his head are turning. they’re silent for a moment when he’s done, waiting for more. in the brief silence he’s expecting them to kick him out until she pulls him into a hug and tells him how much she cares about him. he’d take comfort in her arms and hide his face in her stomach because he doesn’t want to hear what she’s about to say, much less look her in the eye while she tells them they can’t stop so they’re breaking up with him. but then she’d tell him she’s sorry for hurting him, that she didn’t realize what they were doing was hurting him. he’d feel bad about not communicating when he realizes they both really do care about him and wouldn’t dump him over it, she doesn’t really care about the other drivers, not the way she cares for him and lando, it was just fun at first kind of got out of hand. they’d have to find a way to break it to everyone because while they don’t actually need a reason not to be having casual sex w them, they don’t want anyone to feel like they did something wrong or crossed a line when they didn’t. idk what they would do tho.

#ask #anon #blindfold universe

[transmurderbug]

🐛 Weekly Tag Wednesday! 🐛

Thank you for the tags, Kat @mybrainismelted, Kaka @stocious, Evie @energievie, Comet @spacerockwriting, Nosho @creepkinginc, Jess @jrooc and Alice @spookygingerr! So many people! 🥰💙

Weekly Tag Wednesday - Firsts!

Name: Sky 🪲🪨

Age: Nosho divided by zero.

First Pet? My family's German Shepherd named Döme. The first pet that was mine was a guinea pig. His name was Kormos (smoky/sooty).

First Word? As if my mother remembers 😂 All I know is that my father wanted it to be dezoxiribonukleinsav (DNA, but in Hungarian).

First Celebrity Crush? 🤷

First IRL Crush? One of these days I'll need a scientific rundown of what that's supposed to feel like. I never had one, I guess?

First kiss? Sorry, this one is a skip for me. Blah.

First Car? Issss the one I still have! A 2009 Renault Clio Grandtour. My pookie (yes I am THAT person).

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? A small ass apartment I half lived in with someone.

First time on a plane? A family vacation when I was around... 5. It was fun! I've been totally in love with flying ever since.

First cellphone? A "hand me down" from my mother, an old... Nokia? If I remember correctly. Your typical "you're going to school and coming home on your own, here, in case you need it".

First concert? I don't remember... I'm pretty sure some kind of a rock concert though. I was raised on good music. The first one that I excitedly got tickets for on my own was when I was 15, one of my favorite bands was celebrating a birthday.

First foreign country you visited? I think it was Austria when I was a few months old!

First sport you ever played? Athletics from basically the day I could walk. Nothing specific at first, but I ended up being a good jumper and sprinter later. My true calling was probably discus/javelin/hammer, anything you can throw.

First career aspiration? It was constantly changing, but the focus point was always animals.

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow" That's a tough one... maybe back when I was doing graphics extracurricular in school and we designed some background set for theatre, more specifically for an Oz play. The yellow brick road I worked on turned out pretty cool! I used to write poems too, some weren't too horrid 👀

Tagging, because I'm on time! Voluntary, as always, if you wanna pass, here, have this apple: 🍏 @ian-galagher @transmickey @deathclassic @gallapiech @look-i-love-u @suzy-queued @mickeysgaymom @sam-loves-seb @heymrspatel @dynamic-power @blue-disco-lights @thepupperino @metalheadmickey @transsexual-dandelions @sgtmickeyslaughter @ms-moonlight-inn @palepinkgoat @krysmiss @callivich @rayrayor @francesrose3 @lee-ow aaaand anyone else my scrambled brain is forgetting.

#weekly tag games #tag game #tag game wednesday #and I am on time look at me go! #some of these questions got me 🧐

[onboardsorasora]

I don't normally post this late but I just finished writing this and Idk. I've had this idea banging around in my head and I wanted to write some Dewis. I hope it's good, if not, we can pretend it didn't happen 🫣🫣

Dewis Sleepwalking (potential 👀?) Au

Daniel bolted up in bed, he looked around quickly at the unfamiliar room. His chest heaved as he left the vestiges of the dream behind, it felt… too real. They always do when this happened. It was lucid dreaming on steroids and he wasn't always in control of what he did.

“It's cool, you're in my room Danny.” 

Daniel's eyes swung to the left side of the bed, his brain felt a little like molasses. Also normal. He looked at Lewis, confused but also apprehensive.

“Fuck, sorry mate.” Daniel rubbed his eyes and clambered out of the bed. Away from Lewis who sat up against the headboard scrolling through his phone. “You're very calm about this.”

“Max texted me.” Lewis locked his phone screen and grinned at his friend who looked spooked, for lack of a better word.

Daniel sighed and dragged his hand down his face. Of course, Max would have texted Lewis to warn him. How embarrassing.

“Mate, I'm so sorry.” Daniel groaned. This was not exactly how he hoped they would start their holiday. At least it didn't seem like Seb was awake yet.

“Danny it's fine.” Lewis insisted, he patted the empty side of the bed that Daniel had vacated, it was still warm.

Daniel was just about hoping the floor would swallow him whole. It was bad enough that he couldn't control it, but for Lewis to be one to witness it. At least with Seb, he knew he'd get a chuckle, a little teasing for a while. Before Seb would sit him down and pump him for information. 

He had no idea how Lewis would react, he was very particular about his space and who was in it. Daniel should know, he'd been trying to get one step closer for a little while now.

“So you sleepwalk.” Lewis said it with a shrug and a small smile. “Actually, I'm kinda glad Max texted me, cause seeing you standing in my doorway– asleep– could have been a little more terrifying, y'know?”

“Nah yeah, figure I looked like an axe murderer.” Daniel grinned a self deprecating slash of his teeth and mimicked stabbing the air with a knife. Daniel licked his teeth, stretching his lips over the expanse of them like he used to when he had braces.

They fell silent for a beat, Lewis watching Daniel with his keen brown eyes and Daniel looking anywhere but back at him. He needed to leave, he'd embarrassed himself enough for the day he felt.

“I'm just gonna…go.” Daniel pointed behind himself to the door. He scraped his teeth against the skin under his lip, feeling the grit of his stubble against the enamel.

“No, talk to me.” Lewis reached across the duvet, the space Daniel vacated was colder now, all his body heat already neutralized by the air conditioning.

“What do you want me to say?” Daniel groaned. It was always awkward around new people. It wasn't something he advertised, he had enough known issues with sleeping that he wasn't exactly trying to let everyone know that he also couldn't count on himself to stay in bed while he was at it. Max knew because, well that was unavoidable when you shared as many hotel rooms as they had, they created a system about it 

And now Lewis knew. But not because Daniel confided, but because sleep Danny decided  to walk down the hallway to apparently have a  cuddle with Lewis.

At least he had the decency to pull on the pyjama pants he had packed because he did not go to sleep in this.

“Wait– I came in here in these right? You didn't like see me bare assed and saved my modesty right?” Daniel asked suddenly with wide concerned eyes. 

Lewis blinked owlishly at him before dissolving into giggles. He took a moment or two to compose himself. Daniel laughed as well, because what else could he do, it truly was a ridiculous situation.

“Nah, you came here in that.” Lewis snorted, “so you're saying if I want a show I should come into your room? Noted.” He teased and Daniel laughed harder, a blush dusting his cheeks.

Tired of the distance, Lewis reached across the bed and grabbed Daniel's flailing arm and pulled him back onto the soft mattress. Daniel fell onto his side with a soft oof, he tried shifting backwards– to at least sit up– but Lewis' grip was like a cuff on his forearm. 

Daniel felt like his flesh was warm in that location only, the rest of him cold for Lewis' touch as well. He couldn't help but notice where their tattoos touched; grateful over love.

“Daniel. Talk to me, please.” Lewis asked quietly. Chocolate met honey and Daniel sighed, ready to give in. He gazed up at Lewis through his lashes, eyes roving over his smooth skin, the moles and freckles on his cheeks and his perfect lips.

“I sleepwalk, have for years. Being in a new place tends to trigger it, so I normally like bring shit from home that's familiar so I don't go off the rails in every hotel room. We got in too late last night so I just crashed.”

Lewis swiped his thumb soothingly along Daniel's skin as he listened. brushing the hairs on the back of his arm flat, just missing the tip of the rose.

“Why did you come here?” Lewis asked softly.

“I dunno Lew.” Daniel groaned and threw his other arm over his eyes so it didn't feel like he was baring his soul. So Lewis wouldn't see his soul was already bared. Why else would he come here unconsciously?

They were quiet again as Lewis waited patiently, he didn't stop his stroking.

Daniel sighed gustily, realizing he wasn't going anywhere until he gave Lewis what he wanted.

“Because I was looking for comfort and I– I knew you were here.” Daniel clenched his jaw and his fist to keep from doing something silly like get defensive and lash out in his embarrassment. This wasn't Lewis’ problem, it was his.

“So why didn't you go to Seb?” Lewis sounded confused, Daniel could imagine the furrow in his perfect brow, one braid coming loose from his bun to hang in his face.

Well that was the question of the hour, wasn't it? The answer wasn't one Daniel wanted to give, he wanted to keep it hoarded in his chest, behind his ribs. Safe and unknown to the world, especially Lewis.

Lewis' other hand grabbed Daniel's arm that kept him blinded, he tugged and before he knew it, Daniel was arrested by warm brown eyes leaning over him. God Lewis was beautiful.

Lewis' eyes crinkled and Daniel felt cold with the knowledge that he'd most likely used his outside voice. Lovely.

Lewis opened his mouth to say something when the door opened after two perfunctory knocks. They both froze and Seb walked in, two cups of coffee in his hands, hair a nest of bedraggled curls.

“Lew have you seen– oh. Morning.” His accent was thicker in the mornings. Daniel sprung off of the bed and dragged a hand through his own curls.

“Morning Seb. I'm.. Just gonna go.” Daniel didn't look at any of them specifically, before doing an awkward finger snap and gun gesture and leaving quickly. They could hear his door close soundly at the end of the hallway.

“What did I miss?” Seb’s wide eyes flickered between Lewis– who now lay across the bed, his head pressed where Daniel's had been– and the empty hallway. Lewis groaned.

Part 2

#idk idk idk #Daniel of course panics and wishes for death or a random sinkhole #then ultimately decides it's prolly best if he leaves #Lewis comes to talk to him while he's packing maybe #idk #lewis/daniel #daniel/lewis #dewis #dewis my beloved #sleepwalking au #potentially? #my ficlet #almost fic

[deedala]

💘weekly tag wednesday💘

love edition - thanks @heymacy for this weeks game and for tagging me!! &lt;3

name: deanna🌱

where the heck are ya? oHIo🌽

do you believe in love at first sight? in my fiction? yes. in reality? eeehhh...

do you believe in soulmates? like predestined one person for one person, not really. but i believe there are people out there you can make soulmate level connections with.

what’s a song you’ve been loving? im still on my guilty pleasure by chappell roan shit right now

how about a show you’ve been loving? ive been enjoying the show death and other details starring the loml rahul kohli

your ultimate OTP: i mean its gonna be ian and mickey huh

your comfort book: the masked empire by patrick weekes

a fan work you adore (fic, art, manip, etc — tag the creator!): i've been thinking about the incredible amount of detail and hard work and talent involved in these cookies made by @michellemisfit every single one of them is such ART. and so many different techniques used to create the right textures and the shiny decorative glass on the alibi?? i mean jesus michelle you were so insane for this. and two fics: a short one Flyboy and the Gearhead by @the-rat-wins which i read recently. im obsessed with the scifi world depicted in it and i loved the ian and mickey in it, they hurt me in the good way lol. And a long one you'll never see us again by @spoonfulstar which i read awhile ago but i still think about it on a regular basis, i maintain it permanently altered my brain chemistry. It's beautiful, its a work of art, it ripped my soul in two...but in the good way.

a trope that captures your heart: mutual pininnnggggg

favorite candy: is it andes chocolate mints?? yeah i think so.

dark chocolate or white chocolate? dark chocolate!

romance novels or thrillers? god i'd love it if theyre both at the same time but if i have to pick then romance.

pink or red? pink :>

and finally, spread some love! share words of encouragement, a positive message, or say something kind to yourself — it’s up to you! to me and everyone else: keep making the things that get stuck in your head and make your heart sing. you cant please everybody so first and foremost make sure you're enjoying what you're doing <3

and now i shall tag some precious nuggets to either play or not, but either way i am handing each of you a little valentine 💘💘💘@michellemisfit @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @mmmichyyy @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @energievie @jrooc @mybrainismelted @mickeysgaymom @whatwouldmickeydo @the-rat-wins @creepkinginc @squirrel-fund @iansw0rld @rereadanon @sickness-health-all-that-shit @softmick @juliakayyy @crossmydna @themarchg1rl @lingy910y @thisdivorce @sleepyfacetoughguy @callivich @ardent-fox @vintagelacerosette @gardenerian @sam-loves-seb @lee-ow @transmickey @tanktopgallavich @palepinkgoat @suzy-queued

#weekly tag wednesday #tag game