#the black text is Seb talking

[whorekneecentral]

Old Friends

Lance Stroll x Vettel!Fem!Reader

Warnings: big brother seb!!!, queen hanna appearance + a mick and gina cameo, lance has a crush, alcohol and the consumption of, being tipsy/kinda drunk, mentions/ insinuated that someone cheated, nipple play, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, seb teasing the two of you.

Word Count: 2,492

Author's Note: this is one of my favs so far. I couldn't write lance and not put in seb, it just wouldn't be me.

merry smutmas series

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Lance gets an invitation to an old teammate’s place to ring in the new year but he finds himself too distracted by someone in particular to care about the ball dropping.

The invite came in the mail; a dying trade his former teammate would tell him.

A little brown envelope with silver glitter all over it, surely his girls helped him put it together. The card inside was hand written, Sebastian's scrawled cursive with pictures drawn in pencil crayon and covered in glitter at the bottom.

You're invited to the Vettel household on December 31st at 9pm for a New Year's Eve celebration.

Please rsvp by December 22nd.

With love,

Sebastian, Hanna & the Vettel children.

Lance didn't have plans, his parents were doing their own things and Chloe would be in Australia with Scotty and his family so he took his phone out and texted Seb right then.

To Seb: Hey man! Got your invite, tell the girls I said their drawings were adorable. Just letting you know I'll be there :)

It took Seb 10 minutes to reply.

From Seb: Thanks Lance! The girls say hello and thank you. We can't wait to see you.

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Lance finds himself on the Vettel's doorstep on New Year's Eve, a bottle of some expensive Swiss wine in hand. He knocks on the door and Hanna opens it with a little boy in her arms.

"Lance!" She smiles, stepping to the side for him to come in.

"It's so nice to see you," the younger driver says, kissing her cheek before saying hello to their son.

"Please make yourself at home. Food and drinks are in the kitchen and Sebastian is somewhere around here." She tells him, rocking the sleepy boy, "you know how he is." She laughs, shutting the door.

Lance nods, smiling at her as he follows her into the house. The place is full, he showed up around 10 rather than the 9pm invite but it doesn't seem to make a difference. Everyone is all over the place; he goes over to say hello to Seb and then bumps into Mick who was there with his girlfriend, sister and her boyfriend.

He does in fact make himself at home, putting the wine in the kitchen before getting himself a drink. His red solo cup has some vodka in it and he spins around, looking for the cranberry juice. He sees everything but that.

"Need help?" A voice comes from behind him and before he turns, he knows exactly who it is. He smiles when he does turn, now face to face with her. "Hi y/n."

"Hey Lance," you smile, "what are you looking for?" You walk over, hugging the man hello.

"Cranberry juice." He tells you and you nod, walking to the fridge to grab it.

Lance watches you, admiring your outfit; a slinky silver top and a black mini skirt that frankly wasn't very family friendly but was on par with the theme of the night. He had met you when Seb became his teammate at Aston, you had a habit of following your brother around the world when you got bored of your life. You were only a year younger than Lance but he was intimidated by you.

You were just as bubbly and fun as Seb, loud and out there but in Vettel fashion, you could become broody at the snap of your fingers; something that only happened if someone fucked over your brother or at least that's when Lance noticed it.

Now if Mick had walked into the kitchen then, he'd be teasing his friend.

He was aware of the crush his friend had on his other friend. Mick had encouraged Lance to talk to you time and time again but he could never work up the courage. When he finally did, you were in a relationship and you had been since.

"Here," you hand the bottle over to him, "I put it in the fridge. It gets gross.. well even more gross when it's warm."

Lance smiles, "thanks." He pours the juice into his cup, before settling it back into the fridge. In the meantime, you had been filling a few shot glasses with what looked like tequila.

"Are you driving tonight?" You asked, downing one of the shots. Lance shook his head, "took an Uber."

"Perfect," you handed a shot over to him, picking up another one for yourself. "Bottoms up, Stroll." You tapped your glass to his and down the tequila.

Lance makes a face, clearing his throat which makes you laugh. "So, how are you? How's Fernando as a teammate?" You ask him, pouring some soda into a glass.

"I'm okay. He's pretty okay too, he's no Sebastian Vettel though."

You smiled, "that's what I like to hear. I've been keeping track, you did great this season."

"Yeah? You think so?" He asks and you nod, leaning on the counter as you take a sip of your soda. "Thanks," he smiles, taking a sip from his glass in hopes that it covers the blush on his face. "So uh.. how have you been? How's your boyfriend?"

"I'm good," you smiled, "as for him? Who knows, he's probably fucking some model somewhere."

Your words catch him off guard, Lance chokes on his vodka. Your brows furrowed, his hand rubbing at his chest as you looked at him. "Sorry, I just... I take you two aren't together ?"

"No," you shook your head, "it's whatever though."

"Sorry to hear that," he tells you and you shrug, smiling at him. You were about to say something but Gina was shouting for you, something about shots. "Excuse me," you smiled at Lance, picking up the bottle of tequila and the pack of shot glasses before heading over.

As much as Lance wanted to be sorry about your relationship ending, he couldn't be. This must be some sort of gift from god, for you two to be in the same place while you're single and he had enough liquor in him to tell you the truth.

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The hours go by and it's inching closer to midnight with each passing second and you were dancing around the kitchen as you got a snack. A slice of pizza held between your teeth as you poured yourself a drink.

"Hey," you mumble, mouth full as you take the bite and hold the pizza. Lance smiles at you as he gets himself another drink. "Hey."

"You good?" You asked, setting your pizza on the counter. Lance nods, "perfect, you?"

"Yeah," you smiled, shimmying your shoulders as you danced your way over to the Canadian driver. He smiles, watching you. The many tequila shots added up over the night and the fact that the tiles were sticky from what seemed like spilled soda, caused you to slip and fall right into Lance.

His drink spills all over your very cute top. "Oh damn," you tsked, looking down at yourself. "Oh shoot, are you okay?" you asked, looking at him to see if anything got on him.

"I'm okay, are you?" His hands held your forearms, steadying you. "Do you need to change?"

"I probably should," you tell him and Lance nods for you to walk, his hand holding onto your arm to keep you steady. He knew the layout of the house, he had come over for dinner many times before and he had spent the night after one too many glasses of wine.

Lance walks you up the stairs, hands on your waist as you two head up. You walk into the guest room and Lance shuts the door, "are you okay ? Do you need help finding anything?" He looks at you as you sit on the bed.

You shook your head, "all good, Lance. Thank you."

He nods, taking that as his cue to leave so you could change. As he turns towards the door, you grab his hand. "Can you.. undo the knot?" You turned your back to him, pulling your hair up.

It was two single knots done up with a bow behind your neck and your mid back that kept your top up. Lance carefully undid the knot on your back, letting the strings fall to the sides and your bare back left exposed.

"The.. the other one too?" He asks and you nod, "please."

Lance is hesitant, but he reaches forward and pulls the string, undoing the knot. The silver fabric falls to the floor, the beading on it clings when it hits the floor.

Your back is still facing the driver, you've dropped your hair back down but it's abundantly obvious to Lance that he's stood in the room with you, while you were.. well, topless.

"I should.." he starts but you turn to face him, his eyes shifting down to steal a glance at your tits and he looks back up at your face - it took all but a second and he was but a man.

You smile, holding his jaw with your hand. "Stay."

"I really shouldn't." He whispers and you step closer, my chest pressed to his. "Why not?" You asked, standing on your tiptoes, lips ghosting over his.

He doesn't answer but he lets you kiss him, his cold hand rests on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. "You're drunk," he whispers against your neck and you shake your head, "I'm not."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His eyes find yours when he pulls back and you nod. "I do."

"Okay," he says, kissing you again.

Your hands make quick work of his shirt, undone the buttons as he kisses down your neck to your chest. Lance has got an arm around you, his lips moving down towards your tits, his lips wrapping around your nipple.

The sound that leans your mouth was like heaven on earth to him; he can't wait to find out what other filthy sounds you could make.

It was much too loud downstairs for anyone to have a clue what was happening upstairs. The door was locked and he knew you had at least 40 minutes to midnight.

You push him away for a minute, the man looks at you confused as you scoot him back to the bed, letting him fall onto the soft mattress. Lance expects you to get on top of him, not sink to your knees in front of him.

"Baby-" "Shut up," you tell him, undoing his pants.

He smiles, carefully pulling your hair out of your face as your hand wraps around his cock. Lance bites back a groan, watching as your hand moves up and down slowly, your lips brushing over the tip.

"Please," he whispers and you smile, looking up at him through your lashes as you take him in your mouth. This time, he does groan out loud. "Fuck," he sighed, your hair into a make shift pony tail in his hand.

Your cheeks hallowed, head moving up and down. Lance watches your every movement, eyes fixed on you and everything you did; had he known, he would have spoken to you much sooner.

The stifled gag comes when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, eyes watering as you pull back a bit. Lance pulls you up, "as much as I want you to keep going, I wanna cum somewhere else."

"My mouth is just as good, Lance," you tell him, wiping the side of your lips with your thumb, sucking your finger. You don't miss the way his cock twitches at the action.

He smiles, "I'm sure it is, but c'mere."

You let him pull you up before you get on his lap, straddling him.

There was enough liquor in your systems to give you the courage to do things you wouldn't normally do but that you’d definitely remember. 

Thighs squished on either side of him and your arms over his shoulders. His hand slides down from your hip to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. He smiles at you, admiring you. "Now, are you gonna stare at me all night or fuck me like I know you've been wanting too?"

For the second time that night, Lance had been caught off guard by your words. "You.. knew?"

"Of course I did, your staring wasn't exactly discreet, babe." You smile, pinching his cheek before you kiss him.

Your skirt bunched up on your hips, panties pulled to the side as you sank down onto his cock.

His hand on your hip guiding you, letting you bounce on his lap, his name falling from your lips.

Lance bucks his hips and your nails drop down from his shoulders to the scratches along his back. He lets out a groan, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Lance's cheeks red not just from the lipstick you had on but from the blush forming on his cheeks; though if you asked him, he’d blame it on the liquor. 

"Fuck," you mumble, Lance's arms around you to keep you steady as you bounced on his lap, back arched slightly.

His hands squeeze at your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave behind fingerprints. 

“Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. 

Lance's lips find your shoulder, he bites down softly when he feels you clench around him. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He whispers into your shoulder, peppering kisses over where he had just bitten. 

Humming, your arms are wrapped around him, over his shoulders when you cum, wetness covering his cock. It takes only a few more thrusts and Lance follows behind you, the two of you holding onto each other for a while. Your legs are like jelly when Lance helps you up, letting you fix yourself.

He too get redressed and you change into a different top, fixing your skirt and your makeup before turning to him.

"11:58, we can make the ball drop." You grab his hand, pulling him out of the room with you.

Everyone was in the living room, watching the TV and chatting as they awaited the count down. Your brother notices your return, as well as Lances, who stood behind you.

"Outfit change?" Seb asks, handing you a glass.

You nod, "spilled soda on my other top." You tell him, watching as he passed a glass to Lance.

Seb hums, nodding. "And you required Lance's assistance to change?" His brow raises and your cheeks go red. "I.. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah," Seb laughs, "whatever, y/n."

Lance smiles, his arm over your shoulder as the countdown plays; 10, 9, 8.

Your fingers interlock with his; 7, 6.

His cheek presses to yours; 4, 5.

"3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" The people in the room cheer, friends hugging and lovers kiss. Lance leans over and you turn a bit, your lips pressing to his for a new years kiss.

"Happy New Year, Lance." You smiled, wiping the lipstick from his lips. "Happy New Year, Y/n."

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[solaireverie]

sv5 | that lavender haze

summary: [ florist!sebastian vettel x f!driver!reader — social media au ] your florist husband spoils you with his creations

faceclaim: phoebe tonkin

author’s note: seb the love of my life <3

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yourusername catching the waves 🏄🏻‍♀️

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sebastianvettel Ich liebe dich 🥰

↪ yourusername can't wait to be home with you again 💗

ausgp can we keep you down under please? 🦘

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user mother AND mommy omg

mickschumacher can you teach me how to surf instead 🙏 lewishamilton doesn't understand that not everyone is naturally talented at everything

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↪ mickschumacher easy for you to say 🙄 you're not the one drinking seawater every five minutes

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sebastianvettel Welcome home yourusername ❤️ the flowers missed you and so did I 😉

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user i love how y/n's husband's instagram is basically just a fanpage for her 😂

↪ user nah you can't forget the flowers ‼️

↪ user seb loves two things in life and they're his flowers and his wife 😌

user i don't even go here but i'm all for the golden retriever and black cat vibes 🤭

mickschumacher seb i have a bee problem in my backyard...

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↪ mickschumacher he checks his phone once every three months if your name isn't y/n l/n-vettel 💀

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↪ mickschumacher a colony of bees moved into my garden 😅 i don't mind them but is there anything i should watch out for?

↪ sebastianvettel As long as they're not being overly aggressive you shouldn't have any problems 👍 keep me updated though

↪ mickschumacher thanks seb you're a lifesaver 😊

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↪ user ugh they're so Parents 😭

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↪ user charles liked your comment 😂 i guess even the drivers agree

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yourusername Happy anniversary, my love 💐 12 years and counting

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[viennakarma]

Everything I Wanted III.

LESTAPPEN x READER (PART 3/FINALE)

Summary: Your journey to become a Motorsport legend wasn't easy, especially when your path clashed with your greatest rivals, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.

Word count: 10k

Tags: Driver reader, mentions of crash, angst, abusive parent, daddy issues, trust issues, character death (not reader), cursing, strong rivalry, misogyny in motorsport, invasive media, aggressive fans, reader suffers with cyberbullying and hate, smut, female reader, +18, unprotected sex, voyeurism, exhibtionism, edging, filthy, porn with plot, queer! everyone, polyamory lestappen, bit of dirty talking, pet names, open ending, HEA, not beta read

Relationships: Lestappen x Reader

Mentor!Kimi Raikkonen x Reader

Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Lewis Hamilton x Platonic!Reader

Notes: this is full of motorsport inaccuracies, just go with the vibes please. There are also a few inaccuracies regarding other drivers' lives, but they are just to fit the story. This chapter is a tiny bit angsty. Maybe I should've mentioned it before, but both Max and Charles are single in this story. I'm sorry if it feels rushed or if it has any mistakes, I just let my heart go with the flow!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You spend a few days in some happy daze, just shamelessly bashing in your Championship. Everyone knew because you were positively giddy during the last race week in Abu Dhabi, you were seen smiling more during that one week than you had been seen smiling in your three years of Formula 1. 

Some of the drivers were even more amicable towards you and your closest friends were even teasing you all the time, calling you Champion so they could see you blush and giggle.

“Hey there, Champ,” Lewis would greet you.

“Buenos días, campeona,” Fernando would say and laugh at your reaction.

Lando even joked to some reporter that you were in love with the championship.

There was a dinner organized by the drivers to say farewell to Sebastian. Despite knowing most drivers confirmed their presence there, you planned to go and leave early because you always felt left out whenever most drivers got together.

That’s why you texted Lewis to ask what he was wearing that night, and you ended up wearing high waisted suede pants, and a white T-shirt, finishing with a classic black scarpin in your feet and a purse. 

Since you and Nando were in the same hotel, you decided to go together with his driver. Only when you got to the car, Charles was also inside the car, and you had to sit quietly by his side, his thigh brushing yours. Nando was in the passenger seat, and you started small talk with him to diffuse the tension he was unaware was happening in the backseat. You were engaged in conversation with Nando when you felt Charles fingers touching your knee. Jolting, you immediately slapped his hand away.

“You ok there?” Nando asked from the front of the car.

“Uh, yes! Just an- annoying mosquito!” You said, faking a smile.

Charles pouted, crossing his arms and pointedly looking to the window of his side.

As the three of you arrived there, half of the grid was already there, seated and chatting. Lewis welcomed you first, warning that he purposefully invited Sebastian to arrive thirty minutes later, so he was the last to arrive. As you sat beside Nando, you noticed how Charles sat beside you again, facing Pierre across the table, and you ended up facing Max. Your eyes met, but you looked away, deciding to focus on conversation with Nando and Lando, who was in front of him.

When Seb arrived, he was welcomed with a round of applause, which made his cheeks redden a little as he laughed. The dinner went well, and you shared red wine with a few of the others, some of them preferred other drinks. It was nice chatting with everyone, and it was the first time you really felt part of the group, everyone together laughing and eating.

“Y/N, who’s your idol from this table?” Carlos asked with a smirk.

“You wanna put me in trouble,” you eyed around. Everyone knew that the people you were closest with, Lewis, Seb and Nando were your racing idols.

“Come on, your favorite, Lewis, Seb or Fernando?” Lando joined in, and the others joined too, egging you on.

“Kimi is my favorite,” you muttered before taking a sip of your wine. Everyone started shouting and calling you a liar, “fine, fine, it doesn’t mean I’m not a big fan of the other two, but growing up, I’ve always wanted to race like Fernando.”

“And now you do,” Fernando said, raising his glass in a toast, which honestly made you blush. Everyone started making fun of you because you were shy and giggly.

You ended up staying until the end, when everyone had to leave to get a good night of sleep for the free practices the next day.

Race day there was a small ceremony to say goodbye to Sebastian, and it was the only part of the week that made you a little sad, even though part of you were really happy knowing he would get to spend time with his family and dedicate himself to his projects of sustainability. When the drivers made a little corridor to applaud him, Sebastian hugged you and you felt a little teary eyed.

The race was great, and you put some effort into winning that one, because you wanted to finish the season with a bang. And a bang it was, holding the P1 trophy again, kissing it and then raising it high as homage to mom.

After the season ended officially, you went straight to Woking to visit the factory and thank everyone personally for making you a car fast enough to make you the champion. Then you had a few media commitments, had to go over some marketing and legal meetings about brands deals and whatnot interested in your image.

Finally, by the beginning of December, you went back to Monaco and slept in for a few days, relaxing body and mind.

When Lando found out you were living in Monaco, he invited you to a padel match, and despite not knowing the game very well, you never said no to any form of competitive sport that could take your mind off things.

“I’ll let you know, I’m a fast learner, Landito.” You pointed when he gave you a padel racket.

“Come on, you have 20 minutes to learn the basics before our competition is here,” he said.

“Oh, we’ll be playing as duos?” You smiled, letting him lead you to the court.

Lando taught you the basics for a while, and you were getting the hang of it when you heard voices behind you. You stopped short as you noticed your competition were Charles and Max, and as they saw you, they too seemed surprised.

“Hello,” you greeted them with a nod.

Luckily Lando didn’t waste any time with pleasantries and went straight to the game. Which was great, since that was a language you could speak. You soon noticed Charles and Max had a bit more experience than you, so you had to up your game a bit, using strategy to outsmart them.

You and Lando won three games and Charles and Max won four.

As you finished, you went to the net and shook their hands. Max stared at you intensely, but you ignored him and went grab your bag.

“You’re leaving?” Lando asked, “we were going to grab a snack after.”

“Oh, um, yeah- I gotta go, I still have a lot to do around the apartment and I’m waiting for some furniture to arrive,” you gave an excuse.

“You’re living in Monaco?” Charles asked, visibly surprised at the info.

“Yeah. So, bye. Thanks for the game.” You started walking away, but Lando jogged to catch up to you.

“Hey, uh- text me when you’re free this weekend. I wanted to talk to you privately about… McLaren” he whispered your team’s name and you raised an eyebrow, you had no idea what he wanted to talk about, but you nodded.

Lando ended up coming over to your apartment Saturday afternoon, he helped you paint your living room walls a soft green, and after you finished, you were eating a few snacks when he finally said what he wanted to talk about.

“So, I know that legally we shouldn’t be talking about it, but- for how long is your new contract with McLaren?” He breached the subject. You paused.

“What? You know my contract ends by the end of next season.”

“Yeah but- the new one-”

He silenced himself abruptly, probably realizing you didn’t get a new one. You pressed your lips in a thin line. You had a contract similar to Lando’s, that would end by the end of next year. But now- now Lando had been offered a renovation, and you weren’t.

“They offered you an extension already?” You asked, shocked.

“No- I mean- It’s just-” Lando realized by your face that he had fucked up.

“Lando.”

“Yes, from 2024 on, with possible extensions,” He said, apologetically.

“Oh” you whispered.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sure they are just taking their time putting your contract together since you’re, you know, the world champion,” Lando startled rambling, until his phone started ringing, “I’m sorry, I gotta go, I’m streaming tonight and I need to set up. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sure they’ll offer your renewal soon.”

You bid him goodbye, still processing his words. You tried to be reasonable and not be upset, but the prospect of not receiving a proposal being the world champion didn’t sit right with you. You meditated, thinking to not let that get to you, but a few days before the FIA Gala, you received a proposal from Mercedes, and another from Aston Martin. Both were great, great contracts. They offered a lot of money, security and great publicity.

The night of the Gala, you went all out. Amanda helped you hire a glam team, so you had make up, hair and stylists helping you dress. You wore a silver dress, long with a high slit on the leg, black heels, and your hair was short now, shoulder length and dyed black. You wanted a femme fatale look, and that’s what you got.

Unfortunately, Kimi and Minttu couldn’t go with you, and you didn’t bother to find a date, opting to go by yourself. When you arrived at the ceremony, all eyes were on you. You posed a little by the red carpet and answered a few questions about the championship.

During the ceremony you sat with Lewis, chatting up until the main awards were called. You watched as Charles went up the stage for the third place trophy, he was handsome wearing some designer suit and tie, and glasses that made him even more attractive. He said a couple of words, before making his way down. Then was Max, wearing a gorgeous tux, perfectly tailored to his shoulders and waist. While he was talking, you fixed the bust of your dress and waited for your name to be called alongside the words world champion.

When you got to the stairs, Max was down there, and he offered you a gentlemanly arm to help you up, you hesitated for a brief second but then accepted, letting him guide you up the steps.

Your eyes were on the beautiful trophy. The smile on your face was big, almost giddy, as you went on the stage. You kissed your trophy, leaving a red lipstick stain on the side of it, and you stopped by the mic. After a brief second to recollect your thoughts, you sighed.

“Wow! It’s such an honor to receive this as a token of my hard work and all my years facing pushback for this dream,” you smiled down at the trophy, “I’ll try and keep it brief. I know I have already said some of this, but I’d like to thank my team, not only for making this amazing car that became part of me during this season, but also for giving me a chance three years ago. Thanks to Jace and Amanda, who were such great help this year. I’d like to thank Kimi for seeing me when I was on the brink of giving up and when no scouts looked in my direction, and Minttu for taking me in as one of her own,” you put a hand on your chest, above your heart as your voice choked a little, heavy with emotion, “Thank you, Sebastian and Fernando for accepting my friendship when everyone else turned their backs on me,” you found them both around the crowd, Nando sending you a wink, and Sebastian smiling wildly, “and last but not least, I’d like to thank my mum for working hard to put a roof over my head and food on the table while I was out there hustling for my dream.”

Everyone clapped and you waited for the applause to die down. You could end your speech there, but you wouldn’t be the Lioness if you did.

“Oh, and for those who said I wasn’t gonna go far… You can suck my-” you interrupted yourself, showing your tongue cheekily, making almost everyone in the room laugh.

That night you drank, danced and sang like never before. You woke up hungover and a little blacked out, not remembering the whole night, only some glimpses of it.

You stayed the Holidays with Kimi and his family, and despite being invited by Lando to a big New Year’s Eve party, you opted for a chill celebration. You still found time to send Sebastian and his family some Christmas presents and you managed to go karting with Fernando on his track in Asturias. 

After meeting with Fernando, you went on a solo trip around Spain, visiting cities and learning a little bit about history while practicing your spanish. You also tried a few hobbies, out of curiosity. You tried playing tennis, skydiving and surfing.

Soon, you were back in Monaco to resume your training for next season and traveling to Woking to see your new car. You also sat with Amanda and your lawyer, and accepted a few brand deals, one for makeup and another for a big fashion brand. You were genuinely happy with both, you always wanted to get into fashion but never had the time or knack for it, but now with your deal, they would link you to a stylist and give you outfit options.

You entered the new season fresh, feeling good not only about your talent as a racing driver, but about your looks and new style, feeling that your championship could finally back you up.

Only if the media got the memo.

“Y/N do you believe when people attribute your championship win to Verstappen’s mistake?”

You felt fire in your throat, anger bubbling up.

“No, I believe I won the championship because I drove well the whole season. I attribute my championship to myself, my talent and my hard work,” your tone was harsh, and you didn’t even bother to sound pleasant, “I wonder if this was asked to every other Formula 1 champion of the world or just me?”

You huffed, putting your mic down, and you saw Fernando leaning towards you to whisper, “it’s good to have the Lioness back.”

It was different seeing Nando wearing green now and Sebastian’s absence was noticed from day one. He had sent you a text wishing good luck in the season.

There was also a weird shift that you noticed soon, right in the first few races. The rivalry between Max and Charles had been placated a little. They were still rivals on the track, but out of it, they were seen chatting and discussing, all in good spirits and friendly. Whatever rift had caused the tension all these years was apparently mended. So now, they were only your rivals, together against the greater evil. You.

Without a win in the first three races that season, you were sure something was wrong. Could it be your car, but it could also be you.

You came out of debriefing feeling a stress induced headache starting. You walked around the paddock aimlessly, just trying to clear your head and not face any photographer or reporter. That’s why you were around the moving boxes and trucks, trying to find a secluded spot to breathe and meditate.

Unfortunately, you ended up facing two people pressed against a wall. Frowning, you tried to understand what was going on, when you realized it was Max and Charles. Their sides were pressed on each other, but what caught your attention was that they were holding hands, whispering to each other.

You paused, trying to make sense of it. And then Max caressed Charles’ jaw. Then you decided, it was none of your business whatever they did.

Turning around, you were leaving when you stepped on something and it broke loudly. You just kept walking away, not looking back, you were almost leaving the lot when someone held your wrist, making you turn back around.

“Wait, Y/N, we- we can-” Charles’ voice failed him, visibly nervous.

“We can buy your silence,” Max added, suddenly. You frowned, shaking your head.

“I didn’t see anything,” you muttered trying to walk away, but now Max also held your other wrist.

“Say your price,” Max pressed further, making you angry.

“I don’t know what kind of psycho you take me for, but I didn’t see anything,” you say, suggestively, “I wouldn’t want someone to out me, and I wouldn’t do that to anyone else either. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Fuck,” Max whispered, letting go of your hand.

“You- you promise?” Charles asked, still not letting go of you.

“I swear on my mom’s grave.” You said softly just because you could understand their fear, you knew first hand how cruel the motorsport world could be. Whatever was going on between them was none of your business.

You left without another word, hoping they believed you. 

The season kept going, and your car wasn’t as good as the year before which was really upsetting you and forcing you to work even harder to match your quality the previous year.

But also both Max and Charles stopped publicly taunting you, making people wonder if your rivalry had ended. It was annoying because that dynamic was all that you’ve known from them, and the fact that they stopped shading you because they were scared to anger you and you eventually exposed them to the world was even more annoying. You wondered if you should talk to them, to let them know it was never coming out of your mouth.

You decided silence was the best course of action. You had enough problems with your car as it was.

Before the fifth race of the season, all the drivers were called for a meeting, to talk about a few safety measures that were being put in place for paddock safety. You sat through it quietly, only listening to the FIA representative. You knew that meeting was because of what had happened to you in Zandvoort the year before, you had taken your complaints to the FIA and miraculously, they had abided by it.

You left the meeting as soon as it was over, walking away. But then, you touched your wrist as a nervous tic.

No. No.

You noticed you didn’t have your watch with you the moment you left the building, patting your pockets to make sure it wasn’t there as you ran right back to the meeting room where the drivers debrief had been.

As soon as you entered, you saw both Max and Charles checking the watch, the monegasque was the one holding it.

“Hey, uh-” you paused, trying to not sound rude, “that’s mine, can I have it back?”

Charles looked at you with that smirk as Max moved away a few steps. Charles opened his hand in your direction, handing you the watch. But as you were to grab it, he pulled back and threw it. You froze, seeing the watching flying directly into Max’s awaiting hands behind you.

“Please, don't-” you gasped as Max pretended to throw it back to Charles. But he didn’t, he just extended his open hand to you, probably noticing the worry in your face.

Skittishly, you got closer to him and grabbed the watch from his hand. He didn’t pull away like Charles had done.

But as you pulled it back, your own hand slipped the watch, and you eyed it with horror as it hit the ground immediately breaking the crystal. You felt like your heart was breaking along with your mom’s watch.

“No, no,” you whispered, kneeling down to take it back.

“Hey, what is happ-” you heard Lewis’ voice entering the room but he stopped short as he saw you almost crying on the floor. He immediately helped you get up.

Both Max and Charles were shocked, still rooted to the spot as it was the first time they ever saw you show any kind of extreme emotion, and the pain in your eyes made both of them get filled with guilt.

You stood up still holding the watch in your hand as a fragile thing, pretty much like your heart.

“Hey, kiddo. Come on,” Lewis put an arm around your shoulders, pushing you away softly after giving the other two drivers a nasty glare.

You didn’t try to get it fixed, and you still wore it even with the crystal shattered. You knew it was a relic, vintage and probably handmade since it was generations in your family. But also you were too emotionally attached to it to get rid of the watch.

After the race, once you got a P2, finally, you went to the hotel, skipping the celebration the team wanted to throw for you but still picking the bill for their night out. 

It was late at night when you were rewatching the race, trying to see whatever mistake caused you to miss that P1 that was just within reach but you didn’t manage to take it. You were taking notes, typing in your laptop, when a knock on your door interrupted. You had already ordered room service, but sometimes Amanda did it for you if she thought you weren’t eating enough.

You opened the door to be faced with Max and Charles.

“Can we come in?” Charles asked, and confused, you opened the door wider to let them in.

“We came to apologize about the watch, we’re sorry.” Max started, looking at Charles for his cue.

“That was really immature of us, sorry,” Charles added.

“It’s alright,” you sighed, a little tired, “it’s not your fault, really. I dropped it, not you.”

“But it wouldn’t have happened if we just didn’t mess around with you.”

You sighed again, despite being sad about the watch, you didn’t really blame them for it. Charles took your hand suddenly, making you stare up at them, both of them looking at the broken watch you were still wearing. Max opened the bag and handed you a small box. It was a Rolex.

“We’re really sorry, Y/N,” he handed you the watch. You stared at the box, taking it as a sign of good faith from them.

“Thanks,” you whispered, “I was just eating, you wanna join me?”

They nodded, uncertain. They followed you to the en-suite, the most recent race paused on the TV. You closed your laptop.

“I appreciate the gesture, but-” you unclasped the watch in your wrist, handing it to Charles who was sitting closer to you, “it has emotional value, it was mum’s.”

You waited as they read the inscription, Charles gasping when he realized it had way more value to you than the stupidly expensive Rolex they managed to buy you. Running his thumb on the inscription, Max looked at you.

“I know a guy back home, he- he can fix the crystal,” Max told you, “would you trust me to take it to get fixed? It’s the least I could do.”

“You don’t have to,” you shook your head, “I don’t blame you for breaking it.”

“Please?” Max asked, and something inside you spread warmth in your chest.

“Fine,” you sighed, seeing Max pocket your watch in his bag, “please, help yourselves.”

They went to the table of room service and grabbed a bit of food. They sat around.

“You were rewatching the race?”

“Yeah, I like taking notes, seeing what I can improve…”

You closed your laptop and the TV, not wanting them to check your confidential information.

“How are you feeling this year?” Max asked, awkwardly trying to start a conversation.

“I’m alright, I guess. I mean, the car could be better,” you shrugged.

“And about your mom?” Charles looked at you intently.

“It’s grief, right?” You blinked slowly, “it comes and goes in waves. Sometimes they’re tiny waves breaking on your ankles, and sometimes it feels like you’re going to drown in them.”

There’s a brief silence, but when you meet his eyes, Charles’ eyes shine in understanding.

“I know.”

Max managed to change topics, talking about the track, the race and his impressions. Was a safe topic, lighter. You didn’t notice how, but you three ended up sitting in a small circle on the floor. Max was passionately talking about track adherence, and he was so focused on his explanation that it was actually funny. You eyed Charles, and you two bursted out laughing, which made Max stop, looking at you confused.

When you stopped laughing, sitting straight, Charles was suddenly very close. Way closer than before. His face was just a few centimeters away from yours, and it made you dizzy.

You snapped your head to Max, who was looking at you with just as much desire as Charles. He nodded to you, giving you permission.

Charles held your face and kissed you, softly and tentatively. You broke the kiss, looking from Charles’ beautiful eyes to Max’s. You watched as Max shifted closer to you, holding your jaw as he kissed you too.

You couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening, but you were very shocked and equally turned on.

Max’s hand slid from your jaw, down to your neck, and you were still wide eyed, your breathing progressively more shallow. You felt Charles behind you, his hand on your waist, pressing softly. You closed your eyes as Max slowly closed the distance between you again, and you felt his lips pressing against yours. With shaky fingers, your hands trailed beneath his shirt, up his back, nails grazing his skin. While you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss, you moaned, feeling Charles leaving open mouthed kisses to  your neck and shoulder, goosebumps rising in your skin. It was overwhelming, because they were everywhere, hands, lips and bodies stealing your breath. Everything was so hot, you felt like removing your clothes and the pulsing in your shamelessly wet panties.

“Take it off,” Max breathed after breaking the kiss, he helped the monegasque, who quickly tore your clothes leaving you only in panties. Max pushed you until your back was on the floor, and he and Charles were kneeling on each side of your body. “Charlie, come kiss her.”

Charles laid down, kissing you gently first, then deepening the kiss until you were pawing his waist and torso under his shirt. Seeing your struggle, he removed the shirt himself, while Max watched, running both hands up and down your thighs. Max suddenly pulled Charles closer, kissing him, their kiss was just as hard and messy as the kisses they had given you. Seeing the way their lips explored each other made you even wetter, and you couldn’t help but run your finger above your slit, your pussy still clothed. They removed each other’s clothes very fast.

They stopped, and Max soon removed your panties, laying between your legs. You moaned as his tongue lapped at your pussy, tentatively and Charles leaned down to kiss you again. Your heart was running insane, so fast you thought it would stop. Charles went lower and mouthed at your nipples, and you reached for his cock.

“Spit,” you ordered Charles, offering the palm of your hand. A little hesitantly, he did, a glob of spit on the palm of your hand and you grabbed his cock again, and he moaned out loud feeling the glide of your hand.

You felt one of Max’s fingers inside you, twisting so good that you had to hold his head, grinding your hips into him. The pleasure of Max working your cunt was so blinding that you lost focus on the handjob, but it didn’t deter Charles, who just decided to fuck into your hand.

You looked down, just to see Max looking straight at you through his lashes. He sucked at your clit, watching you writhe and come undone, grinding your hips on his face, wetting half of his face as he devoured you.

“Charlie will fuck you now, yeah?” Max asked as you recovered, and he carried you to the couch, positioned you on his lap, facing Charles, who just knelt between your legs.

Charles filled you up in one swift movement, and you moaned at the tight fit, melting into Max just behind you, holding you firmly, one hand on your neck, the other across your abdomen. The dutch kissed your neck, biting and sucking your skin, but his eyes trained on the way Charles’ hips started moving into you, you pulled Max’s hand that was on your neck and put it over your mouth, to muffle your moans, he pushed two fingers in your mouth and you sucked. The pressure was deliriously good, and Charles kept blabbering about how good you felt, and how warm was your cunt, and you were making him feel so good, mixed with lots of french expletives. Charles pressed further, his chest against yours as he found Max over your shoulder and kissed him. You felt Max’s hand that was between your bodies, find its way to your clit, rubbing in circles and pushing you even faster to your second orgasm, drooling over the fingers he still had in your mouth, you hips shaking so much you were rubbing Max’s cock with your ass, at the same time that Charles came crashing down, filling you up as he moaned out loud.

“My turn now, yes?” Max said, repositioning you like a ragdoll, while Charles laid down, pulling you on all fours on top of him, as Max took his turn behind you.

Charles pulled your face closer, kissing you all sloppy and open mouthed as Max filled you up to the hilt, making your knees shake. As if he knew, and he probably did, Charles held your hips up when Max started pistoning into you, fucking you so good you could only hold onto Charles and bite into his shoulders to keep yourself from being too loud.

You did not sleep that night. Max and Charles’ stamina wa otherworldly, and you three kept fucking until morning came. Sometimes you just watched them, sometimes you took one while the other rested, sometimes you took them at the same time. With them, you tried more adventurous positions than you had tried your entire life. They had a different way of finding out the workings of your body, of discovering the rhythm you liked and the sound of your moaning echoing on the walls.

The second time they slipped into your room was almost three weeks later, under the guise that they wanted to give your watch back now fixed. 

After a little chit chat Max pulled you into his lap and Charles pressed his chest to your back and in minutes you three were naked, touching and kissing and moaning into each other's mouth.

It became some sort of routine, every few weeks, they would sneak into your room, and you’d bang them any way you wanted.

Then they would stay more, bring dinner or put on a movie. They would snuggle with you in bed while the movie played, Max holding your thigh softly and you playing with Charles’ hair. It was good to unwind and forget about Formula 1.

Every day, after they left, you’d whisper to yourself.

“Don’t get too attached, Y/N. They’re your rivals.”

You didn’t want to poison all the sexy moments and all the tranquility they made you feel, but at the same time, you didn’t want to get too caught up in this. It should be fun, but it couldn’t be more than that.

Racing was never a topic of conversation between you, not only because those few hours together were sacred but also because all three of you were rivals and were in different teams, which could get very messy, very quickly.

Eventually, after Barcelona, McLaren brought a new upgrade. Which for you, it was a godsend. Finally, you could get back on your feet again. The car felt lighter and you had much more control. And in Montreal, you finally got the first win of the season. A huge weight was lifted from your shoulders and you even cried a couple of tears finishing the race first for the first time that year. And it was also the first 1-2 you and Lando had ever, which was even more reason for celebration.

You and Lando ended up closing a club for your celebration, inviting the whole team.

Max and Charles were there too, and they spent most of the night in a booth, chatting among other drivers. You knew they were watching you even pretending not to, and it was a matter of time until they had drunk enough to approach you. So you decided to not stay late and just leave.

You bid Lando goodbye quickly, telling him you were tired even if it was relatively early for a clubbing night. As you made your way to the most discreet exit, you felt a hand on your forearm, pulling you to a corner, and you were faced with both Charles and Max.

“Leaving so soon, chéri?” Charles asked, eyes glossy and probably a little tipsy.

“We came here to celebrate you,” Max said, one hand going around your waist. Wide eyed, you immediately pushed his hand away, taking a step back. They were confused.

“Not here. Too public, someone might see us, or even take pictures.”

“Don’t be like that, there is no one around now,” Charles pointed around, and granted, it was really empty on that side of the club, but anyone could walk in any moment.

“I can’t,” you shook your head, “not in public.”

“You’re ashamed of us?” Max squinted, looking into your eyes.

“I never said that. I can’t risk anything happening to my image just because I wanted to screw someone.”

“So that’s how you see us? A good fuck and nothing else?” Max pressed you further.

“Again,” you repeated slowly, your patience running thin, “that’s not what I said,” there was a tense pause and you pinched the bridge of your nose, “look, we all had more than enough to drink, and this is not the moment or the place for this conversation.”

“No, no,” Charles shook his head, “I believe you made yourself clear enough.”

With that, they walked away clearly pissed with you. Going back to the hotel, you knew there was nothing you could do at that moment to change their minds. They wouldn’t understand your point of view that easily, not only because they were drunk, but also because they weren’t a woman in Formula 1. Everyone fed off your failures like vultures, and if it leaked that you were going out not only with one, but with two other drivers, you knew you could kiss your career goodbye.

The media was never the kindest to you, and the majority of the fans weren’t either, so you knew how it would look if anyone found out about you three. They already call you slut without any knowledge of your romantic history, they would ruin your life if they were to know. And most certainly question not only your seat in Formula 1 but also your World Championship.

You just hoped you could explain that to Charles and Max when they were with clear heads.

Only you didn’t.

They never came back to your room, nor did they answer your texts.

Two entire weeks passed with only anguish gnawing at your insides, trying to reach them privately, but failing miserably. They were not only ignoring you, but also avoiding you. You couldn’t take it anymore, so in Austria, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You’d corner the first one you saw.

And that was Charles right before the drivers parade. You were the first ones to get there, which gave you some sense of privacy, well, as much as you could.

“You need to listen to me, this is a misunderstanding, Charles.”

But he straight up ignored you, not even bothering to look in your direction. With a heavy heart, you nodded, moving away from him. Making peace with the fact that maybe this was the end of your little affair. They had not understood you, and had ignored all your efforts to explain, closing the door of whatever was going on.

Resolute, you decided that maybe it was for the best. If they couldn’t understand where you were coming from, then better say farewell already. But you couldn’t help that anguishing feeling in your stomach.

It showed to be true during the race, when you were P4 fighting to get into the podium at least. Max was P3, and he fought tooth and nail to not allow you to pass, even if you had the pace to overtake him. You tried a risky move, one you had learned from Fernando Alonso. Pretend you’re going to overtake on one side, let him defend that side, then push your car to the other side and dive for the position.

You almost did the full move, but when you were going for the position, Max just pushed his car into your side, which caused you to lose control and you spun to the gravel. You just decelerated as much as you could. You left the car and went back to the pits with the help of marshals. You didn’t bother to even look into Max’s direction, feeling your eyes getting teary. You weighted with your helmet on, and only took it off inside the garage, because you didn’t want people to see you cry.

It was relatively normal to DFN because of a crash, and given the history of rivalry between you and Max, it was also very common to collide with him. What made you upset wasn’t him protecting his position, but him purposefully taking you out, like he was just getting back at you because he was angry. You had left enough space for him. Despite the overtaking maneuver being a little risky, you never once got close enough to him that you could cause an accident. He had not slipped and lost control. He had not tried to avoid you. He just ran straight into your sidepod.

“What happened today?” A reporter asked you when you went to the post race interviews.

“What is there to say? I think the images speak for themselves.” You shrugged, feeling tired but not wanting to give the media too much as to not cause a PR nightmare to Amanda.

“Seems like the FIA will investigate Max Verstappen because of today’s incident.” Someone else mentioned, and you couldn’t help but scoff.

“I’m sure they will,” you muttered, voice laced with sarcasm.

The debriefing was just as bad with your Team Principal calling you out in front of the whole team not only for damaging your car but also for putting yourself at risk like that.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, I did what any other driver would do in my position!” You sighed trying to calm down, “don’t make me quote Ayrton Senna to you. If you no longer go for a gap that exists, then you’re no longer a racing driver. You and everyone saw that Verstappen didn’t have the pace to match me, so he just plunged into me to take me out!”

God, you needed an ice bath. And maybe a new punchbag.

You were getting ready to leave when Max came up to you. You didn’t say anything to him, you honestly didn’t even want to talk to him anymore. You just wanted to go home and cry under the shower.

He was red in the face and looked distressed. You couldn’t help but feel defensive, holding your bag to your chest.

“I really don’t want to talk to you right now,” you said, trying to walk away but he blocked your path.

“Listen,” he started and the moment he raised his hand to remove his cap, it triggered you, and you flinched as if he was gonna hit you.

He stopped immediately, because he knew that was a trauma response. He knew that him being angry must have reminded you of your father growing up. He knew all that because he too, sometimes, had this kind of knee jerk reaction.

But you felt sick to your stomach. It wasn’t intentional, but it made you look like you believed he would’ve hit you, and rationally you knew he wouldn’t do that. But your stupid body did.

You avoided Max and walked away as fast as you could.

Back in the hotel you just packed your bags and left, going straight to the airport to fly back to Monaco. You were exhausted by the time you made it home, but you still took a shower and cried a couple of tears under the streaming water.

In bed, you tried to convince yourself this ending for your fling with them was for the best. It was too complicated anyway.

And you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t miss the feel of Max’s lips against your neck, or the feel of your hands pulling Charles’ hair softly. Or the way Charles used to mumble French mindlessly whenever he was concentrating on something. Or how often Max would do his maxplaining with his vast knowledge of the most random topics.

Your body was so tired but your mind just did not shut off.

You were a couple of hours into staring at the ceiling when the doorbell rang. Carefully, you went there, it was the middle of the night, so you checked the door camera to see both Max and Charles by the door.

Slowly, you opened to them. You swallowed, waiting for them to say something. You felt so vulnerable, this knot in your stomach had been tormenting you since the day they walked away.

“I’m- we’re really sorry,” Max started.

“For ignoring you and mistreating you and never once giving you the chance to explain your side,” Charles took a small step inside.

It was like a dam broke, and you ran into their embrace, sobbing. All three of you hugged, Charles with a comforting hand on your back and Max kissing the side of your head. They patiently waited for you to calm down, and then closed the door and walked you to the sofa.

“I missed you,” you murmured, holding Max’s jaw to peck his lips, doing the same to Charles, “I’m so sorry about everything.”

“Can we talk?” Charles asked, “you said it was a misunderstanding.”

You nodded, taking your phone from your room. You sat on the coffee table as you gave them your phone with your instagram profile opened.

“Check the comments on my last post,” you pointed and they sat side by side scrolling through it, the horror on their faces getting worse every second they kept going.

You knew the kind of comments you had on your profile. Hateful, hurtful comments. It had been that way since you made it into Formula 1.

“What a slut” “I bet there’s a reason why Charles hates her” “She never deserved that championship! #Retire” “Ugly bitch” “Whose dick she had to blow to get a seat?” “Overrated dumb whore” “I bet she tried to fuck her way through the grid, that’s why most of them hate her” “Max should’ve crashed into her harder”

It was nothing new to you, Kimi and your PR team had prepared you for years for this type of treatment. And you honestly had grown used to it, learning to ignore.

“This is disgusting, Y/N!” Charles exclaimed, trying to put the phone away, but Max snatched it back, still reading the comments.

“That’s just a regular Monday for me,” you shrugged, “I’m not trying to victimize myself or anything, but-”

“You are a victim, this is not okay!” Charles said.

“What I wanted to say is, I can’t risk us going public. This is what I face just for doing my job, and it would get so much worse if people ever found out. They already believe I fucked my way to the top, to them, we would just confirm their suspicions,” you felt Charles holding your hand for comfort, “it is very different for a woman. And I adore what we have, but I can't put you above my career and my dreams.”

Max extended his hand to you, and you grasped it, letting him pull you to sit between them. Charles kissed your cheek.

“We would never ask you to do such a thing,” Max said.

“I’m sorry we didn’t see what you are going through with the media and our fans.” Charles muttered, pulling your hair back with a hand, and holding your waist with the other.

“We missed you,” Max whispered against the other side of your neck.

In a couple of minutes they had you spread open on the sofa, Charles’ head between your legs and Max’s lips latched on to your nipples. They made sure to apologize orgasm after orgasm, cooing your moaning mess and kissing you stupid.

Routine went back to normal after that. You still didn’t name your affair and decided that for now, it was better this way.

With the upgraded car, you actually managed to pick up the pace and find yourself rising up the standings.

Silverstone was promising, being one of your favorite tracks, and one you knew you could win again this year. You did great both of the free practices, trying to keep your focus now more than ever, to get a chance at the championship again. There were specific races that you’d amp up your security team for safety, but Silverstone wasn’t one of them.

Qualifying day, you went to the track early morning, to meet with your team, talk about the results of free practices and your input. As you walked to your garage quietly chatting on the phone, you felt a hand on your arm, pulling you aside. You yelped, jerking around and you ended up facing the person. A man, and it took you a couple of seconds to recognize all the gray hair, but the evil eyes were still very much the same.

It had been more than a decade since you saw your father for the last time. Gasping, you took a step back to walk away, but he gripped your forearm, forcing you back.

Funny how fear worked, you hadn’t seen him for years, and you always imagined that now that you were all grown up, you’d be fearless, a big girl, brave and face your father head on. But it wasn’t how things happened. Immediately your fight or fight kicked in. Your eyes darted around, trying to catch someone you knew or someone from security.

“Let. Go.” You said, with gritted teeth.

“Is that how you greet your father?” He said, and you pulled your hand from his grasp.

“I don’t have one,” you spat, anger rising in your chest, hand in hand with fear. You wanted to bolt, to ban him from your life forever, to cry and shout all at once.

“I made you. I spent thousands investing in your career so you could be here, a little gratitude would be good,” he said with a fake smile, and it disgusted you.

“I’ll never attribute my success to you, you disgusting piece of-”

He held your face with a hand, pressing your jaw with such force that it made you stumble a step back. You gripped his wrist, trying to pull away but he pressed your face harder, pressing your head against the wall.

“Very careful how you speak to me!” He rasped, gritted teeth and all, “you little shit, you think you are better than me? I turned you into who you are! The least you own me-”

“I owe you shit!” You said, and spat on his face.

“I gave money and a house to that whore you called a mother-”

You snapped, getting a hold of the fear, and you punched him in the face, hard enough for him to get away and you get space to run. You took one single step when you stumbled into someone, and your eyes found Max.

It was a brief second between looking at you, looking behind you and recognising your father. Recovering from your punch, your father tried to get to you again, but Max stood between the two of you, pushing your father’s chest so he stumbled back. Charles arrived soon after with security, as Max explained that this man was to be escorted out and never allowed to come back.

“Chéri, are you ok?” Charles asked, seeing you taking a step back and leaning against the wall.

You nodded, trying to talk but your voice caught on your throat, trying to make sense of what was happening. Your legs gave in and you slid down until you were sitting on the floor.

“Amour, talk to me, hey-” Charles was worried, you were pale and shaking. Max also knelt down beside you, holding your face to try and see if your father had hurt you.

“Get him out,” you said, and Max nodded, going to talk with security.

“Amour-”

“Guys, there’s cameras around the corner!” Lewis showed up out of nowhere.

“I’m fine,” you managed to blurt, holding on the wall to stand up.

“Hey, hey-” Charles tried to hold your arm but you took a step back.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, walking away back into the garage.

Your mind was spinning, all over the place, and through text you told Charles and Max that you were fine and wanted to be alone. The qualifying was a shitshow. Your mind was completely all over the place, and even making it to Q2, you couldn’t go farther than P14, it felt like the car wasn’t responding to your commands.

You came out of qualy completely pissed. At your father, for showing up and ruining your good streak of races. At yourself, for letting him get to your head, for still giving him so much power over you. You walked away without a second thought, went to your room and kicked your boots off.

Press talk was another shit. You couldn’t pay attention to most questions, gave monosyllabic answers, and couldn’t explain why your qualifying performance was so bad compared to the rest of the year.

You just apologized to your team during debriefing, and silently acquiesced to whatever the strategy for the race was. Kimi had texted you asking about what happened, you didn’t want to talk to him just yet.

You were getting ready to leave for the day, when Fernando came into your room.

“I don’t want to talk, Nando,” you held your bag, not even bothering to look at him.

“Good, because I do the talking then. Go, sit down.” He pretty much ordered, his face stony and serious in a way you hadn't seen before. “What happened today?”

“I’ve got a lot going on,” it was all you said.

“Your father showed up, messed with your head and with your confidence,” Fernando said, with the certainty of someone who knew you really well. You wondered if the whole grid knew about your father’s presence today. You gulped. “Look, this is something you will master with time, but I’m going to tell you now. When you put your helmet on and get in the car, you’re a racer, nothing more. Your problems, your worries, they stay back and they never cross your mind for the entirety of the race. Out on the track, you’re one with the car, doing your best is the only thing that matters.” Fernando pressed his index finger softly to your forehead, as if he was quite literally putting it in your head, “Clear. Your. Mind.”

You sniffled, wiping the one tear that came down. Fernando’s face softened, but you knew he wanted only the best for you. And he was right. You kept giving your father this power. You handed him the power. You couldn’t keep letting him get away with it. This was the one thing you knew you were good at, your calling, your destiny and all your hard work. And you’d be damned if your father would keep a hold over your life.

“Clear my mind,” you inhaled, nodding.

You did your best to study your strategy for the day, to focus on what you could do to achieve the best result. 

Early the next morning, you went to the FIA, to request access to the camera footage to find images of the altercation between you and your father the day before. The representative you talked to was initially reluctant but once you told him what had happened, he was quick to help you. You explained that it was for the better that none of that came to light, and hopefully you could get your father to be completely banned from Formula One. The representative prepared a report and assured you that your complaint would be taken seriously and they’d work on the matter as fast and as discreetly as possible.

You went to meet your team and go over and over plan A, B and C. When you got in the car, ready to race, you still hadn’t talked with Max or Charles, and you were hopeful to catch them after. Attaching the helmet, you breathed in, slowly, remembering Fernando’s words.

Clear your mind.

You raced like there was no tomorrow, only thinking of the next turn and the next car you had to overtake, you didn’t think of who it was or when, you just did it. In the future, that race was going down in history as a masterclass in overtaking and taking every little opportunity thrown your way. The time passed really fast, and when you came to be, you heard Jace screaming in your ears that you had made it. You had made it to P1 and taken the checkered flag.

Your voice was shaky as you thanked the team and Jace on the radio.

When you left, running towards your team, they congratulated you and despite the great desire to run towards Max and Charles, who were on the podium with you, you somehow managed to find Fernando. You ran towards him, jumping in his arms, not even minding the way your helmets hit with a loud thud. He hugged you, removing your feet from the ground.

“Thank you! Gracias, muchas gracias, Fernando!” You shouted hoping he could hear you with both visors up.

He patted your shoulder as you had to run back to get weighted and to post-race interview. 

“Wow, I’m at a loss for words right now! You were a true Lioness during this race! Can you tell us what happened after the difficult Qualy yesterday?” Jenson Button was the one to ask.

“I was in a difficult place yesterday, and I’m very thankful for a pep talk Fernando Alonso gave me, that helped me get back into my jam!” You said, breathless, wiping sweat from your forehead, “I’m also grateful to my team for making the car that matched my energy and focus today!”

“And what did Fernando tell you?” Jenson asked, probably out of curiosity.

“Well, I can’t go out telling my secrets, can I? My rivals are all around!” You winked, and left a laughing Jenson behind.

In the cooldown room, where Max and Charles were already watching a montage with all your overtakes on a screen, you walked up to Charles, taking his hand. He looked a little concerned as you had agreed to keep your relationship private. Max joined, patting a hand on your back, and the three of you made a little triangle.

You looked at them with so much adoration, that it hit Max right in the chest and he wanted nothing more than to hold your face and kiss you silly. Charles held his breath for a brief second, being in the moment with the two of you.

“You were brilliant, today,” Charles muttered, low and hoping no mic would catch the sound.

“Unbelievable, Lioness.” Max also said with a discreet wink, then taking a step back and interrupting the moment.

That wasn’t your first podium, nor your first win, but something was different when you kissed the trophy and raised it to the sky. You felt like you’d taken back control of your life and your career. There was nothing that could actually stop you if you put your mind to it, and you knew now. You shitty father couldn’t squander your dreams when you were fourteen, and he couldn’t do it now either. You were so much bigger than him, greater than that pathetic man could ever be.

And you didn’t need him.

You had a mother that, despite not being there anymore, but she’d always be in your heart, a constant source of strength and faith. You had Kimi, who believed you when no one else did, who put his own hand over fire for you. You had Fernando, Seb and Lewis, your idols in this sport, and such good friends. You had Charles and Max, your lovers, and hopefully your future.

That night, as you were laying down in your suite, sandwiched between the two men that stole your heart, came the email with your renewal contract proposition. A five year offer, possible extensions, to make you the face of your McLaren.

You made love with Charles and Max with renewed energy, enjoying yourself and the feel of their love for you. It was just the assurance you needed to say the words.

“I love you. I love you two very much,” you whispered, running your hand through both their hairs, “I can’t promise much right at this moment, like a normal, public, relationship yet, but I do love you.”

“We know. We love you too.” Max whispered and Charles took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“We love you too much to risk you facing awful dangerous things just so we could call you ours publicly,” Charles agreed.

That year, you didn’t get a second championship as you had dreamed, but you proudly stood with your P2 trophy during the FIA’s Prize Giving Ceremony, your chest swelling with pride as you watched Charles’ beaming face with the P1 trophy.

There was some renewed sense of purpose in yourself as you held the trophy, and in your heart, this one meant just as much as the champion trophy you had gotten the year before. This year you had overcome all the demons that had controlled you for a long time, this year you had not only learned to live with the undying love for your mom, but you had also learned about new forms of love. You had somehow rekindled that love for racing, for believing you were the best and could prove it amidst adversity.

And of course, many adversities were still to come, but now you were sure you had in yourself the power to face them.

When the next season started, you had your eyes on the prize.

Even spending a great amount of winter break with your boyfriends, they were still your rivals on track.

You were fixing your suit on the pitlane when they walked up to you.

“I hope you know this championship is mine,” Max said with a smirk. You caught his playful tone fairly quickly.

“Well, I am the current champion of the world, so we’ll see about that,” Charles crossed his arms.

“Boys, no crying when I leave the both of you eating dust, yeah?” You added, biting back a giggle.

“Baby, go easy on us,” Max joked, and you shook your head.

“Never going easy on my rivals,” You added with a whisper, “not even when they’re my handsome boyfriends.”

“See you after the finish line,” Charles winked, and they both walked away.

“Hope you enjoy the view of my rear!” You said, and they left, laughing.

Always rivals, but much more than that.

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Ok. Hear me out on this one. How about a Sebastian stan fic where he is on set [Pam and Tommy] and reader comes in to pick him up after filming but they end up have car sex. Say they've been dating or engaged for a while?? Idk this idea just popped into my head last night 😆 lol.

Inked with desire

Pairing | Fiancé!Sebastian Stan x Fiancée!Female!Reader

Word count | ~ 800 words

Summary | You're picking up Sebastian from the set of Pam and Tommy to go to a dinner reservation, ready to celebrate your 7th anniversary together. Plans change, however, when he sees you, and he needs you right then and there.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, use of pet names (Babe, Daddy), age gap (Sebastian is in his early 40s, Reader is in her early 30s), smut (unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), Daddy kink, light dirty talk).

A/N | Thank you for this request; it has actually left me speechless. This is honestly one of my favorite roles he's played, and I can never get enough of looking at him like this! I hope you enjoy the route I took with this 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Sebastian recently started filming for the series 'Pam and Tommy,' even though you've seen photos of him in tattoos, you're about to see him entirely in character for the first time today.

You're getting yourself ready for dinner with him since it's your 7th anniversary today, and you've bought a red velvet dress just for this occasion and to make him go a little crazy, too. He loves seeing you in red, so you're playing into that perfectly with this risky number.

The dress is paired with black heels, subtle make-up, hair in loose curls around your shoulders, and the handbag Sebastian gifted you for your anniversary to finish the look.

When Sebastian texts you that filming is done, you're driving over to the film set, though you won't get far after he's spotted you because you're both lusting after one another when you arrive on the set.

''E-Excuse me, do you happen to know where Sebastian is?'' you ask a woman walking from the set, and she happily points you toward his trailer, where he's getting ready for dinner.

You knock a few times, and Sebastian tells you to come in, so you open the door and walk up the few steps, careful not to fall in your heels.

''Is this a good time? I can wait outside-'' you say, but you don't finish the sentence when you see Sebastian looking at you, his jaw slack as he takes in your outfit.

He shakes his head as he snaps out of it and almost forgets to introduce you to his co-star, Lily.

''I'm sorry, Y/N, this is Lily. Lily, this is my amazing fiancée Y/N,'' he says as you stretch out a hand and happily shake her hand, saying how nice it is to meet her finally.

''You look amazing as Pam, and I can't wait to see the result once it finally comes out,'' you tell her, and Sebastian not so discreetly pulls you into his side, his hand laying on your ass, barely covered by your dress.

''I should go. It was lovely to meet you, and I can't wait to see you around again,'' Lily says before saying goodbye to Sebastian. As soon as the door shuts behind her, he's all over you. His hands touch you everywhere, pawing at every inch of your body, his lips taste your skin as if it's the first time he's ever tasted you.

''S-Seb, we have to go to dinner,'' you say, and he knows you're right, but it's so damn hard to behave himself when you look like this.

He changes into his dinner outfit, and the two of you head out to your car, conveniently placed in a darker bit of the parking lot, though that wasn't planned when you arrived. Now, however, you'll be thrilled that you did.

''Can't wait to fuck you, Babe, need you right fucking now,'' Sebastian growls before pushing you against the door of your car, his lips crashing onto yours and his hands wandering to open the door.

Once he found the handle, he let you go and turned you around so he could climb into the backseat, letting you crawl on top of him just the way he liked. You pull the door shut behind you, and Sebastian has already made quick work of his pants.

''Need you so bad, Daddy, need you to fuck my brains out,'' you say with a whining voice, and Sebastian pulls up your dress, revealing the fact that you went, in fact, without panties this evening, and he only gets more turned on by it.

''I'm ready for you, Daddy, please,'' you beg softly, and Sebastian is so hard it hurts, so he quickly lines up with your entrance, a deep groan leaving his chest when you sink in a smooth motion, desperate to be filled by him.

A broken moan leaves your body as you adjust to his size, and he pulls you forward to kiss you deeply, his tongue finding its way into your mouth instantly.

When you start rolling your hips, he grabs hold of your ass and starts thrusting up into you rapidly, broken moans and groans leaving your bodies as you chase both your highs simultaneously.

''D-Daddy! 'm cumming!'' you say as he hits your sweet spot just right, and you're falling apart around him, squeezing the life out of him as you cum, followed by him soon after.

You collapse on top of him as you're both regaining your strength.

''How about we skip dinner and go straight home? I want to make you fall apart on my fingers, tongue, and cock for the rest of the night, and I can't wait any longer than I have to,'' Sebastian whispers in your ear, and you nod, wanting precisely that.

''Yes, Daddy. Please.''

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Hi!! what about 11 and P for your Drabble asks?

11 - Royalty AU; P - "Do you have some kind of spider sense for when I need something?" "No, you idiot, [Name] texted me."

Hi! I went with Dewis for this one because I’ve been reading a lot of Dewis fics lately

Part 2

Lewis sometimes wished that he could go back to his university days. Though he could never say that to another soul, not when his father's coronation was just days away and his own confirmation as the Crown Prince was to take place a few days after that.

No matter how much he wanted it, Lewis couldn't return to his university days. He couldn't return to the days of running around without a worry in the world or the press hounding his every move. He couldn't return to the simplicity of Seb and Valtteri's friendship, the ease of being amongst people who didn't treat him like a Prince, but as just Lewis or sometimes Lew. He couldn't return to the nights spent with Daniel in his arms and dreaming of a future that they could never have.

Despite the delusions they had lived in for those few years, he and Daniel could never exist outside of the walls of their dorm rooms and apartments. Lewis was a prince and while the monarchy had evolved from its more... traditional beliefs, his job wasn't just to be a future monarch. It was also to continue the family line, to ensure that the monarchy continues to thrive, to have a child. That was something that couldn't happen with Daniel and unfortunately for them, Lewis' sense of duty had been greater than his love for Daniel. Lewis had left a tear stained Daniel in an apartment they shared.

Now Lewis spends his days at the palace, preparing for the upcoming ceremonies and taking on more patronages than the other members of his family. All in the name of duty (and escape from his thoughts). So he's surprised when Seb shows up at his private apartments with a pack of beer and black bean burgers - a preferred meal from when they were all at uni. When Lewis had decided to explore veganism, Daniel had found all the vegan options for burgers and they’d spent the night tasting them to see which one was the best.

"Do you have some kind of spider sense for when I need something?" Lewis questions. A friend and comfort food is just what he needs with the coronation stress.

"No, you idiot," Seb retorts, "Daniel texted me. Said you'd be overworking yourself and would need a break from it all." That sounds like Daniel, more aware of Lewis' needs than Lewis had ever been.

"How- how is he?" Lewis questions. He hadn't allowed himself to look at any of Daniel's socials since he'd broken it off with him once they graduated. No contact had seemed like the best way to continue forward. He would never be able to move on and do his duty if still saw Daniel.

“Daniel’s Daniel. He’s always been good at picking up the pieces,” Seb says after a few moments. Before Lewis and Daniel had gotten together, Seb used to joke about how Daniel loved too easily, gave his heart to people that didn’t deserve him. Those jokes had stopped and turned into cautious glances almost as if Seb had known that one day Lewis would be someone that didn’t deserve Daniel’s heart. “Val’s finally agreed to go on that US road trip with him, so you know…” he trails off. Sometimes Lewis forgets that Seb had known Daniel before Lewis had or that Valtteri and Daniel had been childhood rivals turned friends.

“That’s- I’m glad he can do that. He always talked about it,” Lewis says and they don’t talk about Daniel for the rest of the night.

Lewis had made his bed and now he has to lie in it.

#answered #royalty au #dewis

[mmmichyyy]

tag game tuesday

tagged by @celestialmickey @deedala @heymrspatel 🖤

you can call me: michelle

pronouns: she/her

sun sign + favorite flower: scorpio & tulips 🌷

what time did you wake up today? i set my alarm at 6:45am and i snoozed it until 8am

what kind of phone do you have? google pixel 6a

pick one: beach, mountain, desert, or forest? forest

favorite vegetable: broccoli/cauliflower

last person you talked to on the phone: my mom

last person you texted: my roommate

you’re at the smoothie shop, what are you getting? hmm i don't buy smoothies but my go-to bubble tea order is strawberry mango fresh fruit or black tea with coconut jelly

you’re at the zoo, which exhibit are you seeing first? uhhhh the one with the cute animals

last movie you saw in theaters: oppenheimer yesterday (i try to watch a movie in theatres once a week)

last movie you watched at home: frances ha

something that sparks joy: getting a lil treat from local bakeries, preferably a scone 🍞 (there's no scone emoji, tragic)

and finally, what’s your current obsession? i wouldn't say obsessed but rwrb has been on my mind lately

tagging @spoonfulstar @thisdivorce @gallawitchxx @juliakayyy @palepinkgoat @suzy-queued @lingy910y @gardenerian @crossmydna @sickness-health-all-that-shit @sam-loves-seb @callivich @squidyyy23 @stocious 🖤

#tag game

[jimblejamblewritings]

luck be a (leading) lady | part 9.

[Posted 2022.09.27]

Summary: Y/N has always been a background character. That’s just life for some folks isn’t it? But what if she’s determined to not just be another member in the ensemble? What if someone helps her step into the spotlight in her own special way?

Warnings for the Series: a teeny bit of angst but mainly fluff

Pairing: ricky bowen x black!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: I will get back to the Harry Potter series when I finish this one

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You and Gina practically raced out the door when you heard the honk of a car door. It was time for summer camp. The only thing better about Camp Shallow Lake this year, aside from the fact EJ actually knew who you were now, was the fact that others were coming. You got into the empty seat in the back of EJ’s mini-van. Gina got into the empty passenger’s seat— she and EJ finally admitted they did have feelings for each other and decided to start dating. It was you, EJ, Ashlyn, Kourtney, Gina, and Carlos. Everyone else had other plans. Big Red was working, Nini was taking a music trip to LA, Ricky was… You actually didn’t know what Ricky was doing. 

Something about him seemed distant lately. Not just lately. When you thought about it, Ricky had been acting strange ever since the skate park. He didn’t come over as often for breakfast. Usually most physical contact was initiated by you. He got frantic and stuttered a lot when you asked him about certain things. You tried not to think about that as the car pulled into the campgrounds. This was your summer before senior year and you were supposed to be all about having fun at Camp Shallow Lake. 

You and EJ excitedly jumped out the car when he finally parked. The others were a bit slow to get out. The two of you had certainly done a good job of hyping the camp up. It didn’t help that even though she wasn’t going to be there Nini also had nothing but great things to say about the place. EJ adjusted his luggage in his hand. 

“Come on y’all, we’ll show you around. I came to this camp as an athlete and became an athlete-actor. Y/N?” 

“I came a dancer-actor and became an actor-dancer.” 

Your friends chuckled at the joke. 

“Are those Wildcats I see?!” 

Everyone turned at the voice. A very familiar girl came up the small hill with a wagon full of Shallow Lake stuff. The wheels rolled to a slow stop as she went to give you and EJ a hug. 

“What up, Rocketman? Sanderson?” 

“Hi, Gadget,” EJ said loudly while you said it quietly.

Kourt tilted her head. “Who are Rocketman and Sanderson?”

“Camp nicknames,” EJ explained. “Everyone gets one before their first year at camp is up.”

Gina nodded. “Okay, Rocketman seems pretty obvious. Sanderson?”

“First year here, the only time she ever talked past reading a script was when we played Hocus Pocus for movie night. The name practically fell into her lap.” 

Carlos sighed. “This is nice and all but we’ve only been here five minutes and I already miss Seb.”

You and EJ rolled your eyes. It was fine to miss Seb but it really had only been five minutes since you got to camp. It also would have been fine but it was just Carlos missing their partner. It was also Ashlyn and Kourtney. Wait till they found out that texting each other wasn’t going to be an option. Right on schedule, Maddox brought out the electronics bucket. You and EJ dropped your phones in without a care, having done this a million times before. The others took a bit more convincing. 

“Oh, wait.” You reached back into the bucket. “I just want to check my email one more time.” 

“She’s been obsessively checking every hour on the hour for weeks now,” Gina said. 

“They said that I could get the message at any time. Oh, I should also text Ricky.” 

While you, EJ, and Maddox were trying to convince your friends that giving up their phones for a couple of weeks wasn’t going to kill them, Ricky was bored out of his mind waiting for Lily to finish packing for their vacation. They were going to Jackson Hole, a place with lots of big lake houses. He didn’t tell anybody when you guys asked why he wasn’t going to Shallow Lake because he knew most of the cast would freak about him interacting with the “enemy.” Howie was fine— but he was the only North High cast member allowed. Lily was definitely not on anyone’s potential friend list. But Ricky was with her because he couldn’t be with you. 

He had been distancing himself ever since the skate park. The way you were clutching his hands as you balanced on his skateboard and the smile you gave him when you finally moved like two feet away without falling got him worse than he thought. Ricky realized that night that he was going to have an issue being just friends without having some time and space first. If only you had told him sooner that you used to like him, or maybe if he never went back to Nini. So he couldn’t go to Camp Shallow Lake with you and he couldn’t go to your grandparents house afterwards with you and Gina. Instead, he was face down on Lily’s bed while she ran around looking for stuff. 

“Richie, have you seen the cocoa butter?”

“Try the fridge.”

“It’s a skincare.”

“Well it sounds delicious… Are we ready to go?” 

“Right after we do a couple more TikToks.”

He tried not to sigh as he got up. Lily was a very social media friendly girl— she insisted she wasn’t at influencer status yet for him to call her one. Ricky didn’t mind her constantly taking pictures or waiting a little bit for her to stage their plates at cafes for perfect pictures. But he did have a dislike for being forced to do every single TikTok challenge that she stumbled upon. It might not have been a problem if she seemed like she wanted to just do it with him for fun. But the way he had to get it perfect, it was obvious that it was just a social media thing. He did the ones that she wanted and then waited for her to finish editing them. Ricky just sat on the floor, back against the bed. 

“Okay, finished. Let’s hit the road.” 

“Really?” He asked with hope. 

“Really. Hey, I know you’re taking a leap of faith going to the lake with me instead of your big summer camp thing. And I don’t take that lightly.”

“I don’t either.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Sure, just let me find my keys.”

“I think you dropped it by my closet?” 

Lily started to get her bags while Ricky looked where she said. It wasn’t right in the doorway of the closet. He patted himself down just to make sure that he didn’t have them on him. Maybe they were behind the closet door? A small squeak left his mouth as he moved the closet door, causing all the bags on the hooks to fall off. A few hit his back on the way down. He did find his keys but now he had a mess to clean. Ricky’s hand froze as he picked up something that wasn’t a purse or a backpack. 

“How did you get my beast harness?” He didn’t really need an answer. He was just curious about how Lily would respond. 

“Come on Richie—”

“Ricky.” 

“All’s fair in love and war and musicals, right? Zacky Roy taught us that.” 

Ricky scoffed. He threw his harness down on the floor. Barely giving Lily a goodbye, Ricky left her house. His car sped away and he just kept driving with no idea of what to do. He pulled up to an area where he could just look out at the city. Why did nothing seem to go just right for him? Getting out of the car, Ricky sat on the hood of it and looked out at the landscape. Taking in a few deep breaths, he began to think. His dad was on vacation with Ms. Jenn— he was somewhat used to them dating now. He could go see his mom? But he was already supposed to go later on right before school started again. 

The buzzing in his back pocket brought him out of his thoughts. Ricky took out his phone to see a text from you. It was a selfie with you and the others along with a message that you hoped he had a good time wherever he was and you wouldn’t be able to text him for the time you were at camp. The corners of his mouth pulled up as he looked at the picture. Ricky got back in his car with a both brilliant and stupid idea. 

You got into your cabin with the other girls. It was The Honeycomb Cabin— a room that you and Maddox had shared since you guys’ first year at camp. A lot of campers came and went but you two in Honeycomb were a constant. You always liked this cabin the best. It had a cuter sitting area with chairs that weren’t worn down. The beds were all nice quality and the mattresses weren’t that bad.  

“And our boys are in Yurt Locker which is two cabins behind us. This is pretty much the whole space. Choose a bunk and unpack.”

“This is serious lack of privacy,” Kourtney muttered as she put her stuff on one of the bottom bunks. 

“There are bed curtains in that locker if you want some.” You pointed to the shelving unit made of little yellow lockers. 

You put your stuff on the bottom bunk of the middle bunk bed, Ashlyn taking the top part. Gina took the top bunk of the bed right next to it where Kourtney had chosen the bottom. 

“Can I say…” Kourtney started as she made her bed. “You and EJ talked a very big game about this place. I was expecting a Four Seasons or Ritz-Carlton.” 

“Yeah, he gets so excited talking about camp,” Ashlyn agreed. “I would’ve joined him but I always go LARPing in Minnesota.” 

Kourtney and Gina looked at each other, having no clue what she was talking about. Ashlyn tried explaining it but quickly gave up when the looks on their faces didn’t change. The other two girls, one being Maddox, came into the cabin to unpack their own stuff. She gave you a high-five as she passed you on the way to her bed on the other wall. Gina sat down next to you. 

“I thought you said you had no friends last year.”

“Oh, we’re not friends,” you and Maddox said at the same time. 

She laughed when neither one of you offered more explanation despite everyone’s looks. Maddox simply threw an arm over your shoulder as you all walked towards the bonfire area for the first day of camp announcements. Everyone was busing because some celebrity was supposed to be showing up. You plopped yourself next to Kourtney and Carlos when you arrived. They kept speculating about who it was. 

In between guesses that ranged from drag queens to real housewives, they discussed how to make camp classier. Their two person Finer Things Club was about to meet Camp Shallow Lake. You would have joined their club but the three of you realized that you were just a girly girl. While you might have driven a cream colored convertible mini cooper, you were more of a cottagecore girl according to Kourtney, whatever that meant. You realized the Finer Things Club wasn’t quite your type of finer things when the two of them showed up on the last day of school with matching velour jumpsuits. 

No matter what you guys guessed, absolutely no one was expecting Corbin Bleu. The cheers for the man were near deafening. You couldn’t believe that The Corbin Bleu was at your camp. And with a camera man? Did that guy follow him everywhere? Corbin jumped up on the platform and took the mic from the head of the camp, Dewy. 

“I am ecstatic to be here at Shallow Lake! And I can’t wait to let you know what we have planned for you campers this summer. My pals at the House of Mouse decided that we needed something special to celebrate bringing one of everybody’s favorite characters from the big screen to the… well, small stage. I’m proud to announce that you guys will be the first group of kids ever to put on Disney’s Frozen Jr. And to celebrate our lovely movie making its junior theatre debut we will be filming the entire process and premiering it on Disney Plus.”

You guys didn’t hear whatever else Corbin had to say. You guys were doing Frozen and it was going to be broadcasted to the world. This was possibly the best thing that could happen to any of you. There was a chance to get noticed or just jumpstart a career. Then you thought about the documentary. It wasn’t filming only when you guys would be on stage. It was filming all the time. That meant you had to be Y/N, not a character. Breaking the internet as Clara— which you didn’t— was one thing, potentially breaking the internet as Y/N L/N was an entirely different matter. Nerves started to set in as you tried to recall any of your therapist’s words that could help you in the current situation.

“And I heard there were some relative Wildcats out there. I look forward to singing headshots for you all summer.”

You tilted your head. That wasn’t exactly what you thought he would say. Still, an autograph would be cool. You once got an autograph from Viola Davis because she was eating at your sister’s restaurant during a time when you were visiting. 

“Alright, see all you lovelies later. Corbin, out.” 

The night was alive as you all stayed up and talked about the show. Even inside your cabin, none of you could stay quiet long enough to get any proper sleep. You couldn’t get sleep because you were thinking about what Gina had told you just before she turned off the lantern by her bed. She had gone to find EJ who left to find Dewy who tried to find Corbin right after the bonfire and musical announcement. She did find EJ but she also apparently came back with a surprise for you. The surprise had to wait until morning per Gina’s arbitrary rules. 

She woke you up early in the morning— although not much earlier than Maddox’s bugle alarm which would probably start any minute now— and instructed you to leave the cabin with her. Gina didn’t even care that you only brushed your teeth. There was no changing out of pajamas, you had to go see your surprise. She left you outside the boys’ cabin and headed for the theater that you guys had named The Barn— it was in fact a renovated barn— where EJ was supposed to be waiting for her with a mug of coffee. 

You gave a small wave to Carlos who wasn’t in his bed and was on the top bunk right above his. You understood as he held a face steamer up. The top bunks had the better placed outlets. You were surprised that whoever was sleeping on the top bunk hadn’t woken up at all by the disturbance Carlos was causing. 

“Morning.”

“Morning, Gina said I have a surprise in here?” You sat on one of the stools in the boys’ sitting area of their cabin, picking up a random book. 

“Nothing like waking up to a face full of steam,” a groggy voice said as they slightly turned and sat up in bed. 

Carlos looked at Ricky with wide eyes. He nudged his head in your direction while frantically tapping his friend’s leg. With a confused face, Ricky looked over. He snapped into action when he noticed it was you. Before he could say good morning, you jumped out of your seat and ran to the top bunk right in front of you. 

“You’re at camp?”

Jett groggily got himself out of bed and gave you a hug. 

“Wait, are you the camper creeping everyone out?” 

“Whatever happened to good morning, Y/N/N?” 

“Morning, Jett. Are you making friends?”

“You’re talking to me about friends?” He laughed when you shrugged. “So, where can I get breakfast?” 

You left with Jett to show him where to get breakfast before heading back to your own cabin to get changed. Ricky looked at Carlos before flopping back onto his bed. He got up to get ready for the day which included auditions. Honestly, Ricky knew absolutely nothing about Frozen. He wasn’t even fully sure of the two guys’ main names. But he would still give it his all at auditions. Performing was something he found out that he really liked. Dare he say, he liked it more than being a skate rat. 

Your favorite part of being in the artsy sect of Camp Shallow Lake was dressing in cute stuff. You didn’t have to worry about everything being covered in dirt and dust and mud. Of course, you had working overalls for the garden part of Shallow Lake but for the most part you stayed relatively clean at camp. You were glad to have packed the way you did because auditioning for Corbin required a stellar outfit. You didn’t tell anyone but you were hoping for a lead. You were always hoping for a lead. All the good seniors graduated camp last year so that competition was gone. 

But now you had Gina, Kourtney, and Ashlyn to compete with. You loved your friends to death but it would be nice to be recognized just once by your peers for your talent. A small part of you was starting to think the universe was against you in that aspect. You finished applying your lipgloss and went to go slip on your lucky legwarmers. 

“I’m ready to go for gold at auditions today,” Gina said as she finished dressing. “I’m finally ready to play the lead. No prisoners, no apologies!” 

Ashlyn’s face scrunched up. “Sounds like you brought Gina 1.0 to camp.”

“No? I loved auditioning with you guys last year and we are forever a tercet but I’m ready to branch out on my own a little. Especially with this documentary, I mean this could literally be our future.” 

“Okay, 1.0,” Ashlyn said while tossing her pillow at Gina. 

“No, no… Y/N, you get it, right?” 

You nodded. “No one’s friends on audition day, unless someone forgot their script. It’s nothing personal. We’re strangers until the cast list is posted. No hard feelings, just don’t be rude to each other.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Come on, G. If we don’t leave now, the prime area of the floor will be gone.” 

You linked arms with the girl and walked towards The Barn. You and Gina stretched in relative silence. If you did talk, it was about anything other than auditions. The doors to The Barn swung open as more people came in to prepare. The arts section of Shallow Lake wasn’t very big so you knew everyone’s names. Your face dropped into one of shock when Ricky came walking through the doors with Carlos. 

“When did you— how di— you’re here.” 

“Hi.”

You gave Ricky a hug that he returned tightly. “Hi. Why are you at camp?” 

“I got your text and you guys looked like you were having a lot of fun.” 

“I’m glad you showed up. And now I can’t talk to you until auditions are over because right now we’re enemies, Mr. Bowen.” 

He gave a snort of a laugh and a salute. “Alright, Prima, have fun stretching.” 

You went back to stretching with Gina who was more focused on watching EJ hug some pretty blonde girl. She almost jumped when you leaned over to speak with her. 

“That’s Val.”

“Yeah, Maddox told me,” she said through slightly clenched teeth. 

“Oh… She and EJ go way back but there’s nothing going on between those two.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Gina, it’s EJ, I don’t think any of us wouldn’t have thought what you were thinking. I’m just helping you know that you don’t have to worry about Val.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

You both put up your stuff against the chairs lining the room. Val got up on the stage to introduce herself to everyone as, not just a counselor, but as the choreographer for the show. You all gave her a little round of applause. Val was a good dancer so if she was doing the show it was sure to look good. Everyone’s eyebrows raised and their eyes went wide as EJ jumped on stage to announce he was the director. You, along with everyone else, were under the assumption that Corbin was directing the show. EJ clarified that he was directing the documentary about the show. 

“That’s not totally confusing at all,” Kourtney muttered. 

EJ clapped his hands together. “Let’s just get started. Everyone outside to warm yourselves up, Val and I will call you in a minute to announce what song you’re doing.” 

Unlike opening night of a show, at every audition you listen to classical music. You and Gina were using the porch banister of the barn as a ballet barre. Every few seconds the two of you would laugh at each other because it was clear that you were listening to different beats while trying to do the same moves. Gina pointed behind you as she took off her headphones. You turned to see two young girls behind you. 

“Hi! I’m Alex, this is Emmy. We’re eighth graders, almost freshmen and huge fans. We know all of Gina’s Tiktoks.” 

Emmy nudged her friend. “Way to play it cool. We both go to The Saltwater Company, th—”

“Guppy Troupe,” you said. “You both were party children? Are you guys auditioning?”

“Yes, maybe? We’ve never auditioned for anything before.”

“Never?” Gina asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Guppy Troupe are too fresh to audition. They get assigned parts,” you explained. “You don’t start auditioning until Turtle Troupe.” 

“Interesting.” Gina turned her attention back to the girls. “Well, be confident. That’s the most important part. So is being prepared but confidence is key. If you don’t have it, fake it. And you have to keep your eye on the prize. From this moment, you aren’t friends but competitors.” 

“Really?” Alex asked. 

You nodded. “Really. Up until the cast list… What we’re saying is get’cha head in the game. Don’t dull your shine just so a friend can show off theirs.”

You and Gina fist-bumped before heading back inside. You sat down in a chair next to Ricky. He let himself look at the side of your face every now and then. You looked down slightly when something crossed your field of vision. A water bottle, attached to Ricky’s arm, was in front of you. You took it and sipped a bit. 

“Are you ready?” you asked. 

“Eh. Why are you rolling your eyes?” 

“Ricky, you’re the poster child for Kristoff. At least you already know your part.”

He scoffed. “That might not happen.” 

“Oh, please, Ricky. It’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

Ricky cracked his neck once before going back to looking at his sheet music. He only looked up when it was your turn. You took a deep breath and smiled at his thumbs up before going. Because of his loyalty to you guys, Val was casting the show without EJ. You had no idea how she was as a casting director but she seemed to be into your performance. Or at least she was smiling about it. 

After everyone went, it was time for scene work… only the scripts hadn’t come in yet. At Maddox’s suggestion, you all did lines from the songs but acted them out instead of singing them. Standing in a circle, you all decided to give it a shot. It was the middle of Kourtney’s turn when the saloon doors swung open. Your face read excitement while Maddox’s face read disappointment. 

“Jett!”

“Sorry. Auditions started an hour ago,” Maddox said fiercely.  

Jett walked over with his usual bored face. “I’m only here because Dewy made me and all your other activities are full.”

“Well,” EJ said with a clap of his hands. “Anyone is welcome to audition.”

“I’m not so sure about this.”

“Nobody’s judging you.” Ricky took his sheet music and handed it to the boy. 

You gave him a smile and mouthed out “you got this.” Jett gave you the worst looking smile you had ever seen. The only person you cheered for louder than Ricky was Jett. For as long as you’ve known him, he really needed support. Everyone else but you and Maddox were in awe at his voice. A side smile crept onto your face. That was Jett for you. It was also in his nature to leave right afterwards so no one would praise him. Since auditions were over, you decided to go try and find him. Ricky tapped you on the shoulder before you could leave. 

“Hi.”

“Hi?” 

“Hi.”

“Okay, I thought I was the awkward introvert with social problems.”

Ricky forced a laugh as he scratched his head. “I heard there’s a campfire tomorrow? I was thinking we could share a log.” 

“Yeah, sounds good. Sorry, I really want to hang out with you but I need to find Jett. Hopefully before Maddie,” you murmured the last part to yourself.

(part 10)

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[justcallmeely]

Oh Mr. Evans

pairings : Chris Evans & Fem!Reader

synopsis : Chris suggest that you and him should go out with his friends for a celebration.

warnings : none i think

*also, english is not my first language so sorry if theyre any grammar or spelling mistakes!*

-CHRIS' POV-

She winked at me and I had the softest smile on my face, she really makes me feel like I can be myself without making me feel bad about myself.

I walked into my room which is just a few doors down from her room. Dodger went with her to her room so im by myself. Dodger never left her side since I got him, its honestly cute seeing Dodge being so happy with her.

"I should start getting ready, we'll be leaving in an hour" I think while looking at my phone for the time.

I walk into my closet and pick out an outfit. Then I lay it on my bed while making my way to my bathroom in my room. I undress and put on some music like I always do. I hop into the shower. I hum some of the songs on the playlist made for me.

-A couple minutes later-

I get out the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I walk into my room and see that Dodge's on my bed and my outfit that I had originally picked out is now a black and white tropical flannel with a tank top, some black jeans and sneakers. I chuckle and pet Dodge while taking me phone looking for Y/N's contact texting her.

Chris

Thank you for the new outfit

Y/N

It was no problem, and you weren't leaving the house with that outfit you picked out, especially when you're going out with me and there'll be paparazzi.

Chris

I- what was wrong with the outfit I picked? I thought it looked good

Y/N

Really.

A blue shirt w/ red pairs of pants yellow socks and boots. Might as well be Superman instead of Captain America bc what was that outfit Christopher

Chris

You are honestly the meanest person I've ever met.

Y/N

Not mean, just honest :)

Chris

Whatever, are you almost ready?

Y/N

Yeah almost

Chris

Alright see you soon, let me get ready now

Y/N

Alright &lt;3

I smile as I close my phone while putting it down, I look at Dodger who's drooling all over my comforter, but I didn't mind. I pet him and smile while changing.

-Y/N's POV-

You put your phone down while putting the finishing touches on my makeup. YOU then stand up from your vanity and head over to you closet and put on my lace underwear and bra. You then take about 20 minutes finding a perfect outfit because you know they'll be paparazzi and fans there so you'll love to have at least decent looking photos of you tonight.

You put on a short silk green dress with black heels/ sandal. You went back to your vanity and sat down while slicking you hair back in the low bun (like in the photo) and put on some rings and small gold hoop earring not being extra.

I then send a text to Chris asking if he was ready.

Y/n

Hey you almost ready?

Chris

Yeah, im just checking on Seb to see if he's ready.

Y/N

Alright, ill call Lisa and ask if she can come over and watch Dodge, I don't want leave him alone

Chris

I just talked to Seb he's bringing a friend, his names Anthony.

Y/N

More people haha... yay! ha..

Chris

Everything okay?

Y/N

yeah everything's great 👍🏽

Chris

Im coming over to you Y/N.

Chris has always been protective of you ever since you came to the US from England in your high school years. You guys have been inseparable since you guys met and Chris always finds a way to find out when somethings wrong. Its like his sixth sense or something.

You didn't really want to go to the bar with Chris and his friends, you just wanted to stay home and watch some movies. But Chris put in all the effort to make you have the best night for getting the new role, so you're going along with it because you didn't want him to feel bad.

-CHRIS' POV-

I exhale softly while looking at the texts between me and Y/N. I knew something was wrong, she's been acting weird since I told her we're going out to celebrate for her getting the new role.

"I need to see what's up with her.." I think while putting my phone in my pocket and walking over to her room.

I knock at her door and she opens the door. I see something is wrong but I don't want to bring it up.

"are you okay?" I asked.

 "Im okay Chris" She gives me a reassuring smile, but I know somethings bothering her but Ill let her tell me when she's ready too, I don't want to push her.

"Alright, uh we're about to leave are you ready?" I look at her while trying to change the topic.

 "Yeah let me just get my bag and i'll meet you outside" She smiles softly at me and I leave her room.

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Hey Guys!

I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'll make sure to add some smut and some seggsy stuff in the next chapter! Make sure to leave a vote and comment what you thought of the chapter ill love to hear your guys opinions on this story. <3 And also this is my story on Wattpad with the same title! That story is currently in editing so im not posting there, so there maybe some different things from here and the book. So i hoped you enjoyed it!

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #cevans #justcallmeely

[oh-my-damn]

Yvette did this to herself, she posted something putting foot down about 40yr old men and young women and then moments later her “friend” goes public in the exact relationship she just spoke against…..oh dear 😱 PANIC mode activated, she can’t keep her foot down because her post may offend chris and he may never interact with her again so ……she unknowingly jumps/inserts herself into the shit show and looks like a back tracking fool.

People really think they are close like that, some tweets, a pic on the red carpet and Marvel association does not equate to a solid friendship and if he was genuinely her friend or cared about her, he would’ve let her know to ignore it or she could’ve reached out to him PRIVATELY to say my post had nothing to do with you and yours and I wish you the best. She doesn’t know what we do, nor does the general public so everyone believes everyone else is the fool or idiot.

Remember the general public only knows of the pap pics and now this video and anything we say or bring up has us looking crazy and “jealous” the only negative most of the public has is the age difference but after this video they probably are going, damn this is some piss poor acting. 😂

Chris then makes this worse for Yvette by replying to her damn tweets with freaking emojis knowing this relationship is bs, but it solidifies he’s not racist like his gf and her friends.

Chris is a gaslighting user and he throws stones then hides his hands while his minions go in on people or fight his battles for him. Yvette looks like a complete idiot and he doesnt care.

Funny how none of his actual celeb friends have stated anything publicly, they probably are texting or calling him going bro wtf does CAA have your ass doing?! And Seb is somewhere either rolling his eyes, laughing or giving him piss poor advice or saying just a few more weeks bro. 🤣

Thanks for coming to my TED X talk! 😬

I couldn't agree more with this

BUT Yvette's biggest mistake was backtracking and subsequently replying to those tweets.

She should have never replied to that one that asked how she felt about it, she should have just ignored it and gone on her merry way.. But she didn't, did she? Because she does like the attention. And she DEFINITELY likes being connected to Chris.

Her response was also pathetic af "he's still twitter bae", oh is he? You sure about that? All you've been getting are a few emojis, and now you get to fend for yourself as his cronies and the people hating flood you until you're making angry tweets about how crazy his fans are.

Legitimately, she's stupid for getting involved and he's stupid for responding, but he's also mean, because he knew full well what he was doing to her, and he also knew he wasn't going to help her out of it one bit.

You're correct when you call him a gaslighting user; the gaslighting part, even Jenny's book can attest to that happening before gaslighting was even a common term. He uses people for his benefit, throws them to the wolves, and sits back and watches the shit unfold, knowing it will take attention off him.

He's pathetic, and ridiculous, and a bad person all around, for getting the people he "supposedly cares about the most" involved in his childish escapades like this.

She made that post to begin with BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T KNOW. Now, how is it, that someone who is supposedly his "twitter bae" and close enough that he lets her defend him, doesn't know about his YEAR LONG RELATIONSHIP?

I can tell you how, but you already know.

It's all bullshit. They're all idiots. And now Yvette is digging herself into a bigger and bigger hole because she's on record for defending someone who is a racist and associates with racists, as a black woman who routinely speaks out about it.

It's all stupid and dumb.

Good job, Yvette. You lost all of my respect.

#mandy answers #chris evans #yvette nicole brown #racists #people who associate with racists are what? #thats right #theyre racists too

[f1-disaster-bi]

AHHHH the next chapter possibly being party au makes me so excited omg!!!!! i desperately need to know who is at the door eek! also v excited to see what if so you have anything planned for Charles, Alex, & George to rekindle, i hope we get an interaction with Charles & Alex caring for lando after finding out and overcoming any hurt & George trying to stop them :(

also curious on what in your mind you would say most of the drivers think is going on with lando during the driver’s parade? like do they believe he is actually sick or like George that he is just hungover or are they kind of like Alex where they think something else is going on?

anyways sorry this got kind of long!! just love the fic a lot & hope you’re having a good weekend & life is treating you well!! :-)

Thank you for your lovely message 🥺 I hope all is well with you and you've had a good weekend!

There is definetly some surprises in the next chapter, I'm setting up the ending so I'm taking my time working on this because I have a clear idea of what I want to happen 👀

As for the other drivers and if they catch on to anything, I have a few thoughts.

Most of the drivers just believe that he is sick. They know Lando on a surface level, but not in a way that they would notice big changes in his behaviour. Some probably just think he's a young adult being a young adult, and as long as he isn't crashing into them at the weekend, they get on with their jobs. They care about him like an acquaintance and would be sad to see him hurt, but they don't know much beyond what they see

Lewis and Seb probably notice something is off. They probably put it down to Lando being like they were at that age, hungry for wins and feeling the lows of the sport on a very personal level. They might know Lando has changed a bit, but on that day, they genuiely think he is sick

George is angry. He knows something is wrong but he is also hurt. He is hurt by the things Lando has said and done, and in trying to protect himself, he lets his anger take over and he ignores what is in front of him despite others pointing out that something worse is going on. George deep down knows Lando is drowning with something but he has his own defences up now and that stops him being the one to reach out. If Lando needs help, he has to be the one to reach out

Alex and Charles know something is deeply wrong but they don't know what else to do. They've tried to be there and talk to him, they've been burned and pushed away and still reach out, but they don't know how to break through to Lando and show him that they care. Thats why Alex tries to talk to Daniel because he knows this isn't their Lando, this isn't their friend and something horrible has happened and he wants to help

Max walks a line of ignorance. He knows something pushed Lando to start drinking and partying, but Max is very black and white. He was raised to focus on his sport, and that you can't have mental struggles because thats a weakness. So he doesn't notice that Lando is suffering, he just sees his friend finally being more out going and when Lando lashes out, he just shuts it down because he doesn't know how to deal those types of things. He'd be the type to walk away and then text Lando a few days later like 'You done being a bitch? Want to play FIFA at mine?', and the two of them fall abck into friendship without either of them talking about what happened or whats wong

#party au #dando #daniel/lando

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[14] Thunderstorm

-> Heartbeats 💕 Masterlist → The story on Wattpad

November 28th 2022 - Atlanta On his way to set Sebastian went to a Starbucks to get a vanilla latte for y/n and an Americano with oat milk for himself. He also decided to buy some of the big and chewy chocolate chip cookies to share with y/n. She would love them because they were the sweetest cookies he every had in his entire life.

After the weekend in New York he was excited to see her again. He really missed her and he was sure she missed him as well. They texted a few times during the weekend, but he was very busy so he didn't had as much time for her as he wanted to. After the conversation with Christina on Saturday he was even more passionate about whatever he had with y/n. He wanted to explore their relationship together and figure out where it can go.

When he arrived on set he made his way straight to the hair and make-up trailer. He was scheduled first today as he needed some VFX make-up for the scenes this week. This week they were shooting some scenes of Bucky in a hospital after a mission abroad gone wrong. This was kind of a turning point for Bucky in the story so Seb was really excited to shoot the scenes.

He entered the trailer with a loud "Good Morning sunsh..." but immediately stopped when he saw the black-haired woman in front of him that was obviously not y/n.

"Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you to be here, Jennifer. Didn't want to scream at you, sorry again!" he mumbled while scratching his neck with the hand that was not holding the tray and the paper bag with cookies.

"It's alright, Sebastian. Y/n called me this morning and said that she is not feeling good and won't come to work today. That's why I am here to do the make-up on you." Jennifer answered and offered him a smile.

He didn't feel like smiling. Y/N ill? He was concerned because she didn't text him or let him know that she won't be here this morning. How ill was she?

"Oh no. Did she tell you what's wrong with her?" he asked Jennifer, whose smile disappeared as she saw his concerned expression.

"Not in detail. She said that she was feeling dizzy and queasy. She hopes to be back within this week, but she wasn't sure. I told her to see a doctor if it's not better tomorrow."

He nodded and mumbled a "Mhm-mhm" as response. Jennifer raised an eyebrow - unsure why Sebastian was reacting like that. She saw him carrying a tray with two coffees and a paper bag. She pointed on it and said: "You brought me coffee?" with a laughter to brighten up his mood.

"Actually it was for y/n, but you can have it. It's a vanilla latte and it's very sweet." he answered with a little smile on his lips and hold the tray in her direction so she could grab the coffee cup.

"Not my favorite - but it will do it. Thank you!"

"Oh and here's a cookie for you as well." he said and showed her the now open paper bag that was filled with two large chocolate chip cookies.

"Wow! I love chocolate chip cookies, thanks. Y/n should be out of order more often, so that I can steal her breakfast." she laughed and he also smiled - but it wasn't an honest smile. He was still worried and decided to text y/n while Jennifer was working on his fake wounds. Bucky was beat up pretty bad, so it would take a while to turn Sebastian into Bucky.

Sebastian Good morning, sunshine. Hope you're better soon. Let me know if I can do anything to cheer you up. Read 7:08 am

He put his phone down on the desk in front of him - screen down. He would hear it buzz when she had answered him and he didn't want Jennifer to read his texts.

Jennifer was working on all the fake wounds in his face and it reminded him of his role as Nick Fowler in 'The 355' that came out in the beginning of the year. Nick was also beat-up really bad and he had a lot of fake wounds (including a gun shot wound) for this movie.

Jennifer excused herself as she needed to get some more fake blood and he grabbed his phone so see if y/n had answered and he just didn't hear the buzz. He was talking with Jennifer a lot about literally everything. She was a nice person and easy to talk with. Y/n hadn't answered his text although she had read them. He decided to send her another text to hopefully make her smile:

Sebastian

Jennifer makes me look like Nick Fowler again this week. But this time I am not wearing a fancy blue suit as Bucky has a hospital gown. Can you image the Winter Soldier in a hospital gown? Can't believe you miss this! This is amazing blackmail material, y/n!

Read 8:26 am

Jennifer came back after a few minutes and finished his make-up. It was around 9:30 am and he went to the hospital set to start shooting. Not much work to do for him today as Bucky was lying literally just in a hospital bed with Sam and Sharon having an conversation by his side. The next days will be more interesting for him as they will shoot scenes when Bucky is awake and discusses with Sam about their new enemies as well as when he was discharged from the hospital.

During their lunch break Anthony told Emily a lot of embarrassing moments from their shooting of 'Falcon and the Winter Soldier' in 2019 and 2020. Although Emily was in the show she just had four days on set as she was not having many scenes with the two guys. So she didn't knew all the funny stuff that happened.

"When there is someone like Mackie on set, it doesn't feel like you're working. It feels like a school trip to the zoo or somewhere else where the teacher desperately try to not lose one of the students. And Mackie is that ONE STUDENT who drives the teachers crazy all the time. But he's so much fun to work with." Seb said after laughing too hard for the last minutes. His abs were burning but he didn't care. He missed working with Mackie.

Right before the end of their lunch break he checked his phone again to see that y/n hadn't respond at all. He was worried. Was she too weak to answer him? He decided to get her some food after work and bring it to her apartment to check if she was okay. Maybe she needed some medicine as well.

The rest of the day went by really slow. He caught himself checking his phone between every take - just to be sadder every time he realized that she still hadn't answered his texts. He send her another: "Are you okay? I am worried!" in the afternoon - she read his message but didn't respond.

He was really happy when they were finally finished with the scene so he rushed to his trailer and changed his costume to his own clothes: a black jeans and a plain with t-shirt. He put on a camel brown jacket with a fluffy collar that he was wearing as Frank in 'Endings, Beginnings'. He loved that jacket because it was stylish and comfy at the same time so he was really happy when the costume crew let him keep it after the movie was done.

On his way to y/n apartment he got Chinese food - some noodles with a lot of vegetables, egg and chicken. He hoped that she wasn't still feeling greasy so that she could eat at least a little bit. He decided to buy some plain bread sticks in a grocery store nearby in case she wasn't able to eat the Chinese food.

He arrived in front of y/n apartment complex at 6 pm, stood in front of the door and took a deep breath. He wasn't sure what to expect but he was worried and he really wanted to check if y/n was doing okay. He entered the building and managed to go to y/n's floor without ringing her doorbell as one of her neighbors just left the building when he stood in front of the door. He walked down the corridor and waited in front of her apartment door.

Another deep breath. Then he rang the doorbell.

A few seconds pasted and nothing happened. Maybe she wasn't at home. Maybe she was with Susan because she needed someone to look after her. Or she was asleep.

He rang the doorbell again - still no response from the other side of the door.

So he decided to knock at the door and said with a loud voice: "Hey y/n, it's Sebastian. Please open the door, when you're at home."

A few seconds later he heard some sounds from behind the door what told him that someone was there. Maybe she was fallen asleep and he woke her with his screaming. He immediately felt guilty.

"What do you want?"

Y/N voice came from across the still closed door - she sounded more angry than exhausted from being ill. He was confused but maybe her voice just sounded different because they were talking through a closed door.

"I brought you some food. I am worried. You hadn't respond to me the entire day. Jennifer said that you're not feeling good and I wanted to check if you're okay."

There was no response at first but he heard her moving behind the door.

"Well, I am good. Still talking to you, so I am alive. You can leave now." she answered in a lower but still angry voice. Now he was sure that she was angry. He could hear the tremble in her voice.

"I brought you some Chinese food. You need to eat something so that you're better soon." he said and tried to cover his concerned voice. He was not sure what was going on. Maybe she was angry because he woke her. People are usually grumpy when they are disturbed while sleeping.

He heard a very loud sigh from the other side before she unlocked the door and opened it. Her face was pale like she was snow white, but her eyes were puffy and red. It looked like she had cried a lot in the last hours.

Her appearance made him worry even more as he didn't know what the hell had happened to her. All he wanted to do was pulling her into a tight hug and tell her that everything was going to be okay soon. That he was there for her and would look after her until she was feeling better.

"Are you really pretending like nothing happened or are you just really really dumb, Sebastian?"

"What do you mean?" he said with honest confusion.

"What do I mean? What do I mean? WHAT DO I MEAN?" she mimicked him - her voice getting louder every time. She wasn't able to hide her anger anymore and she didn't want to. She wanted to let him feel and realize that he fucked up big time. Unfortunately Sebastian didn't had any clue what the heck he did wrong. It was like a scene from a comedy movie.

"Listen, y/n. I really don't know why you are angry and what happened. Can we just go inside and talk about it please?" he pleaded.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to have this conversation with him now. It still hurt too much and she knew that she couldn't be neutral in a fight. This Instagram post caught her unprepared and it felt like her whole world fell apart. She really liked Sebastian and he even asked her for an official date. Things were good between them. But one weekend in New York and everything changed. Christina and Sebastian - in love with each other?

Are they dating now? And why did he asked her for a date then? She was so confused. And angry. She didn't want to see, text or hear Sebastian and Christina until she was able to clear her mind, but there he was - standing in front of her with an honest confusion on his face.

And she hated him even more for not knowing how much he fucked up.

After what felt like a lifetime for Sebastian, y/n sighed and stepped aside to let him come inside of her apartment.

He went straight to the living room - closely followed by a silent y/n. He could only hear her sniffle. As he turned around and pointed on the bag of food in his hand she turned her head towards the dinner table to let him know he should place it there.

She was already sitting on the turquoise couch with a tissue box and a lot of already used tissues on the coffee table in front of her. Next to the tissue box he could see one bottle of Baileys and one bottle Tequila.

To not invade her personal space he grabbed a chair from the dinner table and sat in front of her - the coffee table in between them. He observed her closely and realized that she must have cried even more than he thought before. He felt guilty again - although he was still confused why she cried.

He looked at her but her gaze was on her thighs as she was avoiding him. They sat in an awkward silence - that was only broke by her sniffles from time to time and his heavy breathing.

Right before he wanted to say something she raised her head and locked her eyes with his. He could see tears fill her eyes and he hated seeing her like that. He considered to jump up and hug her until she feels better - but he thought that this wouldn't be what she wanted right now. Although (and Sebastian obviously didn't knew that) y/n didn't want anything more than being in his arms - forever.

"Are you dating now?" was the only thing she could say - the tears falling down her cheeks while she was speaking.

"Listen, y/n. I still don't know what you mean. Who am I dating? What happened? Why are you crying?" he answered desperately.

Her tears stopped falling as her face became angry again. She stood up from the couch, raised her arm to point at him with her index finger. Her voice was loud and harsh as she almost screamed at him.

"Are you kidding me? Seems like you had a lot of fun with her in New York. Confessing your love to each other, going out together. Did you even sleep with her?"

"Christina. She is talking about Christina" he finally realized. But before he had the chance to explain everything to y/n and defend himself she continued her rant even louder.

"Why the hell you even asked me on a date? Why did you come over to cook with me. Cuddle with me. Is this how you do it? Having someone to hang around and maybe even fuck when you're filming abroad? But now you finally have Christina and you can be a happy family. Go fuck her and marry her and start a family with her. Like you could have done it years ago at Rutgers."

Tears were running down her face again after she literally spitted out every word. She needed a few sobs and deep breaths as a break and it looked like she was having trouble breathing through her swollen nose. He wasn't sure if this was his cue to say something so he waited a few seconds if she wanted to continue. And yeah - she wasn't done with him yet.

"I am so fucking stupid. I really thought we had some kind of special connection. The tension between us, the sparkles in your eyes when you looked into mine. I really thought I am something special for you. But I am just a naive fool. This didn't mean anything to you. One weekend in New York and everything we had is just - boom - gone!" she said while her hands made a gesture of an exploding bomb.

Wasn't it while she was ranting on him - he would have thought that her way of expression herself with so many gestures looked very cute and adorable.

Before she could continue with insulting him and also herself he took the chance to say something himself.

"Y/N! Listen to me. I am not dating Christina and I don't have any intentions to do so in the future. Nothing happened between me and her. I promise!" he lifted himself up from the chair and tried to grab her hands to comfort her. But she pulled back her hands very quick and a glance of fear were in her eyes. He remembered Christina's words and pulled back his own hands to raise them in front of his body as apology. He sat back down on the chair and y/n fell back in the cushions of the couch. She was still sobbing - but it looked like she was able to finally breath normal again.

"But why the Instagram post?" she said with a still angry voice.

"I don't know. We thought it was just funny that after 20 years we realized that we were in love with each other all the time but none of us was brave enough to tell the other. We were just not meant to be." he said with a shy smile on his face.

He tried to look into her eyes but she was looking at her thighs. There was silence between them again and he could feel the awkward tension in the room.

"I am so stupid. Oh my god. I am so sorry Sebastian. I overreacted and didn't even gave you the chance to explain yourself. I... stupid..." he couldn't hear the rest of her words as she had her hands in front of her face and was crying again.

He made his way to sit next to her on the couch and put his arm around her shoulder as she was still crying and sobbing - with shallow breathing.

"Shhh, y/n it's okay. It's my fault. I fucked up. I was to dumb to realize that this photo and the caption wasn't a good idea." he tried to comfort her with a calm voice, slowly caressed his fingertips over her upper body.

It seemed like it helped to calm her down. Suddenly she leaned into him, her arms entwined his chest. He could feel his shirt soaking with tears but he didn't care. He had her in his arms again. That's all he wanted for the last days.

He was still caressing her back when he placed a kiss on the top of her head.

A brief moment of tenderness between them that made y/n feel butterflies inside of her stomach.

She let him go from the tight hug she gave him and looked at him. She was surprised when she saw some tears fill his beautiful steel-blue eyes. He quickly blinked them away and smiled. Then he cubed her face with both hands and wiped away her tears with both of his thumbs.

Her heart was galloping fast in her chest and she could feel that his was too. Two hearts beating in the same rhythm. Their glazed locked at each other for - what felt like - eternity before he said:

"I never wanted to hurt you. You're the only one I want to go on a date with."

His smile was even wider than before and she couldn't help herself to smile back at him. Pale skin, puffy red eyes but a wide smile.

He let go of her face and placed both of his hands at her waist - her body still close to his. Her green eyes looked even greener with all the red skin bordering them. She was beautiful - even when she was looking like an absolute mess.

Suddenly she closed her eyes, leaned in and places her lips on his.

It took him by surprise and so he needed a second to close his eyes and kiss her back. Big fireworks exploded in both of their stomachs when she put her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. His tongue gently touched her bottom lip - asking for permission. Her lips parted and gave him access to her own tongue. They met and gently discovered the other one.

They broke the kiss in urgency to breath and y/n leaned back. She smiled at him and he smiled back at her. There was no need for any words - the tension between them sparkled like it was a lightning in a thunderstorm.

"I can't wait to go on a date with you, Sebastian Stan." she broke the silence.

He leaned in and gave her another gentle kiss on the lips.

"Do you want some food?" he clapped his hand and looked at her.

"Oh yeah. I am starving. Being a jealous little bitch is exhausting." she chuckled and turned around to head to the dinner table to grab the Chinese food. He followed her closely.

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# JACKSTINGY – an independent, mutuals only, 18+ roleplay blog following the semipiternal woes of a) some nerdy english kid waffling between uni and an internship at the local retirement home and b) the maleficent spirit of a machiavellian drunkard now attempting to permanently possess the body of said nerdy english kid. triggering content such as religious theming + imagery, references to alcohol use + physical violence, and dissociation will make frequent appearances. rules below the read more, though saint peter and satan have one little thing in common and that’s knowing quite thoroughly that the spirit of old stingy jack isn’t reading through shite. 

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[redemptioninterlude]

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] //rue

the 5 senses meme ( accepting ) + @sunxsin // ling [ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders

What a night it’s been.

They announce the news as if it’s routine. That they’ve found THE OTHER HALF of the body that’s been discovered the day after Friendsgiving, as if that wasn’t some horrible terror of a thing to find out when doing facials with her girlfriends, the lot of them just trying to have a little bit of a good time despite how insane things had been. But it’s as if it were a lesson that never seemed to skin into her skin, didn’t Rue know by now? That there was no peace to be found in places like this, no matter how she wanted things, the four of them left at the spa only staring at each other in muted horror, before they found the presence of mind to find their clothes, to jump to action.

Ling picks her up at the front, and they roll back to the cabins with Madison in tow, though the other actress seemed determined to act as if it were nothing at all. Careless, fearless, she and Seb retreat to their room as Rue’s set by the fireplace with the sun left to set heavy across the WINTER WONDERLAND that stretches outside of the ceiling to floor windows that panel the side of the cabin facing out towards the mountains. Those same ones that Rue disappeared into, the quieter ask that Ling had posed on the way still hanging between them. Was what happened related to the things she’d seen when she was out there? Still hanging, unspoken, a nervous anxiety that lanced through her even for typing the words yes.

                    Part of her half expected him to call her crazy. 

                                               Because who wouldn’t think that?

There’s the strange texts in the group chat that they don’t talk about either, the two of them lost to their own distractions until later when she’s scrolling, and she feels herself thrown into a feeling of BEING SICK. It’s why she escapes before she can be found, trying to stuff and stomp those feelings down, the unease that circulates hot within her head. Out she goes and then... all of this happens, doesn’t it? And Ling, like he’s been the last few week since her return, is never too far from her, grasp about her shoulders when leading her inside, when disappearing for a little while, only to reappear with both the food he’s talked about from earlier, and a blanket to wrap about her shoulders, claiming the seat next to her to slide an arm around it all to ensure she felt that safety rather than having to ask for it.

                                Maybe he could see it. That she wasn’t shaking from the COLD.

And he doesn’t ask... as always, he let’s her taking her timing with it, the bowl scraped clean and left to the coffee table as the sun comes to a full setting, purple and black staining the sky into the evening as the fire’s lit, and left to roar. Rue more still now when they talk, teeth pulling on her bottom lip, letting it come UNFURLING from her in a sudden rush. “We saw things, out there... honestly, me, and the other two. The blonde once isn’t as crazy as she seems, talking about the devil and the other girl isn’t really right either talking about a bear or... whatever it was she said. It was something almost in between. Like. Not human, not animal, and definitely something that was not......... not right.” and he understands what she means by that doesn’t he?

How could he not, with that shock device pinned round his ankle, the talisman that hangs heavy about his neck. There’s something about this all that feels like BURKETTSVILLE all over again, a shutter tracing down her spine. “... I thought I imagined it. I thought I was just... fucking... I don’t know. Experiencing hypothermia conditions or whatever but... but this was... there’s something out there, Ling. And it’s dangerous. And I’m worry because of... because of everything that’s happened to you. I can’t lose you again. I’m just fucking scared that we’re all just waiting for someone else to disappear and someone else to die. And just. It can’t be you. I can’t fucking do this shit without you.”

#sunxsin #❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ everything feels so permanent ! #❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ horror verse ┆ trying to outrun your anxiety !

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My, how have they both developed.

Notes:

Tbh, Sebs scared me when he did that suddenly. omg.

So possessive.

Chapter 8: Swan Arc

Summary:

The young master and his butler share a glancéd night together. Soon the close contact is interrupted by a letter from her Majesty. What on earth happened this time?

Notes:

Helllooo! I am so sorry for the long wait. School is drawing to a close and to celebrate, here is a new chapter that should fill 90% of your satisfaction.

Enjoy! :)

Do any of you have any ideas as if to what this Arc has in store?? Leave a comment to chat about it.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

His Butler, Striking

Sebastian held his hand over his eyes and set a plate of food down in front of him. "Just try to guess what it is."

"Um....I don't know..." He chuckled.

"Open your mouth." He smiled, holding a piece to his mouth.

Ciel did so.

He fed him a piece. "What do you think?" He tried to make something both sweet and savory for dinner, because he knew Ciel was fond of sweet things.

"Give me a hint?"

"Fish."

"Tell me."

He shook his head with a smile. "Maple salmon paired with black rice." Sebastian removed his hand from his eyes.

"It tastes wonderfully." He gave him a smile.

"Thank you, sir." He handed him the fork.

Phantomhive lightly took it from him before quietly eating.

He ran his gloved fingers through his hair before removing his hand.

It was indeedly sweet and savory, Ciel loved it.

The centerpiece of the table was a bouquet of white and cream roses. Sebastian smiled and watched him eat, pleased that he enjoyed the meal.

He loved how his favorite hue of roses were nearly everywhere. The simplest things the demon did made him happy.

The servant stood next to his master. It really was good to see him smile. Once he was done, he took the plate from him and wiped the remains from the corners of his

mouth with a napkin. Before he left to take the plate to the kitchen, he placed a kiss on his cheek.

The dual eyed boy smiled before messing with his fingers.

He brought him out dessert. Or rather, desserts. In each arm, he carried at least three plates. Chocolate cake, eclairs, fluffy, light pastries and dense chocolates adorned

with beautiful garnishes. He laid all of the plates out in front of the earl, smiling proudly.

He was shocked at the arrange of delights. "Sebastian...Here I thought you didn't want me to consume sweets like this.

"Oh, but it's an occasion. Just once won't hurt." He grinned and kissed his cheek. "Go on and enjoy yourself."

Phantomhive grinned back at him happily.

How he loved to see that smile.

"Thank you."

"Of course, my darling master."

Darling? His cheeks tinted pink at the pet name.

He chuckled at the color and kissed each blushing cheek. Adorable. "Go on." He gestured to the sweets.

The blue haired boy looked back at the display before dipping straight into the chocolate cake.

He chuckled. "Of course..."

"Shush." He joked.

"Yes sir."

"I didn't mean it."

He smiled and kissed his cheek.

Ciel took one bite out of it with delight, moving on to the other treats.

The servant kneeled and fed him a bite of vanilla pudding.

Phantomhive made a smile at him as he happily ate it.

"Do you remember my first attempt at making you food?" He chuckled.

"Yes." He laughed as well.

"Utter failure."

"Shame."

"I knew little about human food back then."

"Yes."

He fed him another bite, this time of salted caramel pudding.

"Delicious."

"Thank you." And then a bit of tiramisu.

Ciel lightly kicked his feet, grinning.

"I love the way you look when you eat sweets."

He chuckled at the demon's statement. "Oh really."

"Yes. You look happy." He fed him a bite of lemon tart.

"I am happy." He mumbled, chewing silently.

"Good." He kissed his cheek. "Now don't talk with your mouth full."

He mumbled something else, slightly pushing the demon back.

He smiled. "I love you."

"Love you too."

"You continue eating. I'll get your present."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I got you a present."

"Aw~."

He fetched a letter and a rose and handed them both to him.

"Thank you."

"Of course~."

He placed the rose down for a moment to open the letter.

It was a letter from Sebastian, of course. The angular cursive writing indicated so. It was about a page in length.

He looked at the demon with a smile before starting to read.

It was basically a long list of reasons why he loved the human, telling how the last three years had been the most memorable of his long life, and hopes for the future.

It was signed with both, Sebastian Michaelis and Malphas.

Ciel truthfully felt touched. Malphas was so sweet to him. How admirable the letter was, He'd keep it forever. Placing the paper down, he gave the taller a hug.

"Happy Valentine's Day, darling." He kissed his forehead.

"Same to you."

"I love you."

"Love you too."

"Are you tired?"

"Yes.."

"Let's go to bed, hm~?"

"Okay."

He picked him up and carried him upstairs to his room.

The dual-eyed boy simply held on to the taller, glad to be close to him once again.

He sat him down on the bed, shutting the door. Then he went over and began undressing him.

The tiny male stayed still for the time being.

He started with his top and worked his way down.

Wondering what tomorrow shall bring, He exhaled mutely.

"I apologize that I could not get you sooner, else we would've had more time together..."

"It's fine.."

"Let's just enjoy what we have now."

"Of course."

He had undressed him almost completely. Ciel was only left in his socks and undergarments, and Sebastian could help but stare.

Ciel stuck his tongue out at him.

"You're beautiful, master...I can't tell you enough..."

"Thank you."

He wrapped his arms around the small frame and kissed him gently.

His hands found the taller's chest as he returned the gesture.

"I love you." He said once more, lowering him down on the bed.

"I love you too."

He kissed his lips a few more times. "My master..."

"My demon.."

He got off of him and took off his shoes and his jacket.

Ciel sat back up and moved his hair.

Sebastian sighed and looked at him, cupping his face. "Ciel..."

"Yes..?

He scooted closer to him and kissed his lips again.

The lord returned the kiss before crossing his legs.

An exhale left the demon again as he continued to stare at his body. Truly sinful, Sebastian, to look at your young master this way. He didn't realize he was drooling.

The petite male chuckled and changed legs. His finger gestured for the other to come closer.

He moved closer to him, looking at him expectantly.

Phantomhive gave him another soft kiss.

He returned it just as gently, placing a hand on the earl's thigh.

"Don't be afraid to touch me."

"I want to touch you..." he moved his hand upwards.

"Then go ahead.."

He pushed him down on the bed and kissed him deeply in a flurry of passionate emotion. His hands were moving along his hips and torso.

Phantomhive turned the gesture with just as much affection, locking his arms around Malphas' neck.

"I love you...Ciel."

"I love you too, Malphas."

He hooked a finger under on one of his stockings and pulled it down.

The boy allowed him to, his fingers messing with the butler's vest.

Then he pulled the other one off, trailing his hands up his thighs and to his waist. "It's been a long time I have been thinking about touching you in this way..."

"Oh really..?"

"I can't help it...something so beautiful, I want for myself." He kissed his neck, gently at first, and then giving little nips and bites.

Phantomhive made a slight gasp.

"Mine." He held one of his hands, the other tugging what was left on him off. He continued kissing a few spots on his neck.

"Yours.."

The butler unbutton his own vest while kissing his lips.

The noble kissed back sweetly.

He took his thighs with both hands and spread them apart. He presented one finger to the Earl. "Lick it for me."

The bluenette was slightly flustered at being exposed like that. It's not like this was the first time Sebastian saw him bare.

He removed his glove and placed his finger in his mouth. "So pretty~."

Ciel looked at his finger before glancing up at the demon himself.

After a moment more, he took his finger out of his mouth and replaced it with his tongue.

"Mmh."

He distracted him with a kiss while he inserted the finger inside of him.

A small sound emitted from him as his body stiffened from the action.

"Shhh, relax...relax..." he whispered to him, "Stay still."

"Malphas..." He called lightly.

He was trying not to hurt him too badly. "You're so tight, even with just one finger... I don't think I can fit any more if you don't release your body tension."

He lightly bared his teeth before attempting to get used to the feeling.

"Good." He rewarded the attempt with another, deeper kiss.

Ciel loved every moment of it.

He gently started to move his finger, trying to find where he was most sensitive and stretch him out a little before he just jumped right in.

"Mmh~!"

"Oh, did I find something~?" He teased, rubbing the tip of his finger against the little bundle of nerves there.

The smaller slightly moved his legs, biting down on his lower lip to shush.

"There it is~." He pushed upwards gently.

"Ah~!" His nails threatened to scratch his lover.

He smiled and hummed as he fit another finger in, rubbing him there.

Ciel tried his best to keep quiet.

"It's okay, you don't have to keep quiet. No one will hear you but me." Sebastian kissed his neck, curling the tips of his fingers.

"Ah~!!"

"Mm, just like that~." He kissed his cheek.

His eyes were lidded as he gazed up at the demon.

"Do you think you're ready? Because I'm dying to get inside of you..."

He gave a small nod, lips slightly parted.

He removed his fingers and stripped himself of his clothes as quickly as possible.

Phantomhive placed a finger by his mouth.

He positioned himself over Ciel, taking one of his hands.

Honestly, was this what those other woman experience?

He cupped his face and gave him a few kisses. "My priority is to please my master...this is what you want, correct?"

"Yes..." Out of all of the possible people, Malphas chose him. The thought made Phantomhive rather happy.

"You know...you don't always have to call me by 'master' or 'lord'. Not when we're together like this.."

"If you prefer me to call you Ciel, then I will do that instead."

"Do what you want."

He smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're sure you want me to do this, Ciel?"

"I'm positive."

Michaelis held both of his hands and clenched his jaw as he entered.

He stayed still for the time being, daring not to move. His eyes were shut and an inhale sounded.

"Are you alright?" He asked, cupping his cheek.

"Yeah..."

He tried to find his spot again, pushing a little bit deeper into him.

Once he found it, Ciel definitely let him know.

He chuckled and thrusted rhythmically.

The noble tightened his grip upon the taller as a breathy moan left his mouth.

He smiled at his pleasure, wrapping one arm under his waist.

Ciel's brows were drawn together unconsciously.

This was such a beautiful scene, and he had control of it. Whenever the demon was overwhelmed by something's beauty, he had the urge to destroy it.

It was only part of his nature. He was a twisted, malicious remake of a human.

Would Malphas destroy the earl?

But this...this human was different. Sebastian leaned down and kissed him gently... this was different.

All those others who experienced this from him didn't receive it in this way. This time, he actually cared...

A peck was given back as his fingers tangled into the taller's inky black strands.

He softly exhaled, looking down at him and thrusting deeper. "Ciel~..."

"M-Malphas...~!"

He smiled, not even a bit out of breath. He kept going, speeding up his pace.

"Oh, Fuckin-" He trailed off, gently tugged the demon's tufts of hair.

"Hahh~..." he sighed into his ear, grabbing both of his hips to keep him in place, "Dirty mouth for a boy~..."

"And yet you kiss this mouth~."

As if on cue, he brought him in for a kiss, not slowing down.

Ciel moaned into the kiss, eventually breaking the contact to squeal from all of the pleasure.

He smiled, rubbing his thumbs over his hip bones.

His hands clenched the sheets as he drew out breaths.

"How are you doing, love?" He kissed his cheek, moving the bangs out of Ciel's face.

"I'm okay.." Phantomhive smiled at the gesture.

Sebastian kissed his jaw and neck, the tender flesh feeling nice under his teeth.

One hand reached up to mess with his hair once more.

He moved deeper into him, slowly and gently, careful not to hurt the boy.

Ciel softly moaned the demon's name.

He became sharper with his thrusts, his pace still slow. He kept his face buried in his neck, savoring the delicious scent of his arousal.

The bluenette clutched the sheets messily, continuously making sounds.

Sebastian was extremely glad he finally told him how he felt, because this moment was something he'd never forget.

In all of his long life, there were a few crystal clear memories, and he was sure this would become one of them. "Oh, Ciel..." he cupped his face, continuing to pleasure him.

His back arched beautifully. Ciel's dual gaze peered at the demon above him as a delicate tune left his lips again. "Malphas~..!"

He lowered himself for a kiss, hugging his master.

Phantomhive's little plump mouth returned the kiss lovingly, wrapping his arms around the demon's neck.

Good gracious, that human tasted wonderful. He licked his lips for more of the taste and held his hips in place.

In response, a gasp came from the male. "I..I'm-Close~!"

"Go ahead~."

Ciel shuddered as he released, allowing a squeal. The boy was ultimately exhausted, but nonetheless elated. Short pants escaped from himself lightly.

Sebastian smiled and kissed him gently, holding his body with large hands as he followed with a groan.

"Mnh~." The nobleman emitted into the kiss.

He sighed softly when it was broken. "Happy Valentine's Day, Ciel."

The bluenette smiled in reply, hugging the demon weakly.

"I love you."

"Love you more~."

"I sincerely doubt it."

"You don't know the limits of my love."

"No, but I know mine. And there are no limits for me." He laid beside him and smiled.

"Same goes for mine." Still hugging him.

He kissed his cheek. "I should...clean up." He looked at the bodily fluids all over the bed and their bodies.

The earl's smaller hands traced the butler's torso.

He sighed once more and played with the bluenette's hair.

Ciel kissed his jaw.

The demon smiled. "Ciel..."

"Yes~?"

"Let me up, I'll run a bath for you."

"So tired."

"It'll be quick." He gently moved out of his arms.

The boy pouted.

He kissed his forehead and put some clothes on.

He shyly smiled when he sat up.

The demon went to the bathroom and ran some water in the tub for Ciel.

The earl attempted to get out of bed, facing a slight pain.

He came back and held him. "It's going to hurt for a few days... I apologize..."

"It's okay.."

He picked him up and carried him to the bath, gently setting him down in the warm water.

"Thank you.."

He nodded, "I'll be right back."

"Alright."

Sebastian went to the bedroom once more and quickly changed the sheets, making the bed back up and cleaning the clothes from the floor.

He picked out night clothes for Ciel and himself, then took them back to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, the lord was in his thoughts.

He set them on a counter and smiled at him, going behind him and rubbing his shoulders.

Ciel smiled at his lover.

The demon kissed him on the cheek. "You did very well." He took a damp rag and gently washed his back.

"I did very well?"

He nodded. "Well, you seemed to handle the pain."

"Somewhat used to it."

"I prefer it this way...no one likes pain."

He went silent and lathered soap across his back.

The male sighed.

He placed the rag down and took hold of Ciel's chin, giving him a soft kiss.

The petite male kissed back.

"I love you. I was always too proud to say it, but I love you."

"Oh look, the demon, Malphas the great prince of hell--loves me." He teased.

"Which makes you the princess of hell." He kissed him on the nose.

"I am no princess."

"You are my princess."

His cheeks had a pink hue dusted across them as a small--sheepish smile showed.

"Turn around and let me wash the rest of you."

"I'm not a female~." He did what was asked.

He ran his soapy fingers over his shoulders and sides. "It does not matter. You are still my princess."

"Sweet prince."

"Beautiful princess."

"Flattery."

"It is only the truth. Haven't I told you that I will not lie to you."

"You have."

"Then believe me when I say I love you~."

"I do~."

"Good~."

The bluenette smiled up at the demon.

"There's that smile I love."

Ciel held his hands together while moving his feet.

He kissed his cheek and continued washing him until he was sure that Ciel was clean. Then he helped him out and dried him, draining the water from the tub.

"Very tired.."

"Let's go to bed."

He held his arms up to him.

He picked him up. "You don't want any nightclothes?"

"Your shirt? Yes."

He shook his head and carried him to bed, buttoning his shirt up on the small earl.

The garment practically swallowed his torso and thighs.

He tucked him in under the covers. "Do you wish for me to sleep with you?"

"Naturally."

He joined him in bed and kissed his cheek.

"Such an affectionate demon."

"Love is a strange thing. I've had a weakness for certain humans."

"Oh?"

"Such as yourself."

"I've noticed."

"You're very observant."

"Not hard to notice."

"I suppose not. Although, it took you three years."

"My mind was quite unclear around the time. The thought never occurred due to the environment and occupation we share."

"It was a bit difficult to tell you."

"Glad you finally did."

"Me too."

The little earl returned the kiss upon Sebastian's cheek.

He blew out the candle and held the boy in his arms. "Goodnight, Ciel."

"Night."

He decided that he would break the bad news to him in the morning.

Unconsciously unknowing, Earl Phantomhive welcomed slumber upon his body.

In the morning, Sebastian woke up far earlier than Ciel, as always. He started his chores early and prepared breakfast for the lord,

as if nothing had happened between them last night.

"Young master, it is time to wake up." He drew back the curtains, smiling at the sight of Ciel in nothing but his own white button up.

Of course, he heard him. Ciel placed a hand over his eyes before waking up shortly.

He poured him some tea and kissed his cheek while serving it to him.

"Thank you."

"Of course. Would you like your eggs poached or fried?"

"Fried."

"Very well."

As he brushed a tuft of hair behind his ear, Ciel smiled to himself about the previous night.

"Breakfast shall be served in the dining room at nine." He held a pair of clothes on his arm and began undressing Ciel.

So far, the morning was calm. The whole news though might change that.

"Did you sleep well, my lord?"

"Yes."

"Very good." He dressed him in a burgundy suit, tying a dark blue bow around his neck. Then he fastened the eye-patch over his contracted eye.

Ciel remained silent as he stood to leave once the butler was done.

He smiled and took the plate back to the kitchen, soon delivering his breakfast to the dining table.

"Thank you once more."

He allowed a smile. It wasn't often that he received thanks. "You're very welcome."

The little boy gradually began to eat.

He delivered him a letter bearing the seal of the Queen. "It came in while you were absent."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. You will want to read it. I believe she has another task for you."

"As always.." He replied while opening the letter.

Sebastian hadn't opened the letter yet, but if it was another case for the guard dog to complete, it meant it would surely be interesting.

His neutral features changed as he read, brows furrowing. "I refuse."

"Refuse what exactly, sir?" He asked curiously, leaning down closer to read.

Ciel passed the letter to the demon, utterly done with the queen.

After a moment of reading, he folded up the document once more. "Ah... so you're going to refuse the request?"

"Participate in a ballet? Sometimes I believe she enjoys making a fool out of myself.."

"Perhaps. Although, it sounds as if she's very serious about this."

"Tch...I refuse to wear a tutu or even tights."

"How else shall we investigate?"

Ciel frowned.

"You may have to take a role in the ballet, my lord."

"....The sooner this is over, the better."

Notes:

I bet Elizabeth would love to see him in a tutu. *cough cough* Alois too.

Chapter 9: His Butler, Reunited

Summary:

Sebastian and his Young Master gets prepared to handle a request from Her Majesty. Ciel's demon also takes another appearance as the two participate at the theatre. New faces are shown and some unknown Brunet who goes by "Fletcher" proceeds to mess with Phantomhive and Michaelis.

Notes:

Hello! How are you guys doing? I know, feel free to beat me up. It's been too long! School has been kicking my ass. Life has also kick my ass. So ready for the holidays.

But, go ahead and enjoy this chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Well, we should get to work then. I'm sure you know how to audition?"

"Sebastian."

"Yes, my lord?"

"Of course not!"

"That will be a problem, then."

"Ugh."

"Well, you certainly can't show up looking like a noble... that would be suspicious and might scare away the captor..."

He finished breakfast and exhaled.

"I will set out some clothes for you, sir. And then I will walk you through the steps of an audition."

"Well, That was a lie. Don't you remember the circus.

"Unfortunately, yes. But ballets and theatrical musicals are different."

"Still an audition."

"I will see about those clothes." He set off to find an appropriate costume for him.

The little earl left the kitchen to walk back to the room.

He redressed the young master and in some drab clothes, mostly grey and and navy blue.

He really wished the letter asked something else from him.

"And I suppose I can't exactly be perceived as your butler..."

"No...Besides, it's suggested as a cover to investigate of two missing children. There might be something supernatural involved.."

"Hm... I suppose I'll wear something inconspicuous, myself."

"Even if so, there will be someone suspicious of you regardless."

"Hm..." he hummed, "I think I know what to do... although I'm not very fond of the option..."

"Inform me."

"There is another form I could take. The form of a previous master."

"Do what you must." Ciel wasn't sure that could be physically possible but, Sebastian was the demon--not himself.

"Yes, my lord. As always." He took his previous clothes and exited the room.

"I suppose the best way would be to look in town first. Surely the people are chattering of the upcoming ballet."

Sebastian was really not looking forward to changing forms. He had grown quite fond of his butler appearance.

He decided to wait and see his butler's new form.

Soon enough, he had knocked on his bedroom door.

"Yes?"

A teenaged boy entered, probably around fifteen or sixteen. He had dirty blonde hair that fell across his forehead,

and perfectly tan skin with sparse freckles. The only thing reminiscent of Sebastian was the deep red eyes that glanced at Ciel.

If the noble didn't know any better, he would've left in search of the other servants /immediately/.

Ciel slowly came closer to him, having an unsure look.

He looked down at him, as he was still a couple of inches taller than his master. "You can see why I am reluctant to take this option."

His voice was different when he spoke, not so deep, and with a slight French accent.

"And this is the form of a previous master?"

He nodded. "Alexander Leveque."

"Well, How do you do, Alexander." It was possibly a joke.

"Speaking of, I suppose I can't call you 'sir' or 'Ciel' either."

" 'Sky' can replace my name for now."

"That will work."

"Anything else?"

"I guess not."

"Into town we go."

"Lead the way."

Hopefully, they wouldn't run into the other servants.

The blonde was dressed in a grey flat cap, with an outfit of particularly boring colors. It was February, and slightly cold, so he kept his jacket buttoned.

Of course he kept a pair of brown gloves on his hands, as his contract symbol and black fingernails were still there, although the nails were significantly shorter.

Ciel kept an ear out as they walked around.

He walked closely behind him, looking around. The theatre was close by.

Suddenly someone cut a corner quickly and intersected with Ciel, Both falling upon the ground with an- "Ack!"

Sebastian, or Alexander, moved quickly to help Ciel up. "Are you alright?"

"Yes..." He rubbed his forehead.

"Apologies, Ma'am!" The lad shuffled up and held his head as well.

He took a look at his head, a small red knot forming where he was hit. "Oh dear... you should put some ice on that."

The boy blinked at Ciel before gasping. "You'll make a fine Odette!"

Before Phantomhive knew it, he was suddenly dragged off to wherever the boy took him. "Unhand me!"

Sebastian chuckled, following the two younger boys.

Eventually the boy brought Ciel to the theatre, letting him go once they reached the practice room.

A lady adoring a neat brown bun noticed the trio and excitedly approached.

"Ah, Merci Simeon!" It was clear that this was the teacher with a french background.

Sebastian glanced at his master for a moment, then back at the lady. "Excuse me, madame," he said, with his French accent pronounced, "But what are we here for?"

"I apologize for the sudden gesture but, time is low and we need an Odette and the Prince. Our two performers disappeared a two days ago." She explained.

Ciel did not like where this was going, he had to do it--Queen's orders. But, what a coincidence....just the lead they needed...

"Well, she looks similar to our previous Odette."

Phantomhive stiffened at "she". Even though his expression displayed a small smile.

"Yes, well... It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma'am."

"Please, Call me Miss Adelia. It would be great if you'd agree to help us."

"Well, if Sky agrees to it, I'd be happy to."

"...Of course.."

"Then it seems we are all in agreement."

"Merci!!" She clasped her hands together in delight. "The changing room is back there, I'll let you go get changed then practice shall begin."

"Oh goodness. What are we supposed to wear?"

"Go find out~."

He walked back to the dressing room.

Ciel followed after, hoping to Victoria that he wasn't going to encounter a tutu.

"Ah, well..." he came across a leotard and tights, getting dressed. His now boyish body fit the clothes well.

Guess what the Earl found...

Since he appeared to be female to them, Ciel had too...

After a moment, Sebastian stepped out in the new clothes.

And of course the young Lord struggled to properly dress himself, sighing in frustration.

It wasn't as if Sebastian could enter the women's changing room to help him. And it would be suspicious for him to dress Ciel anyway, since he did not act as his butler.

Eventually, He believed it looked decent enough. Ciel has been here probably for ten mintues and he was already done with this.

The demon waited for him to come back out before meeting Adelia for further instructions.

Soon enough, Phantomhive walked out, the treacherous tutu slightly bouncing as he moved.

Sebastian had to stop himself from laughing too hard, he might pull a muscle.

His sapphire orb shoot a look of annoyance at the demon.

"You look very ravishing, master."

"Spare me." He murmured.

"Let us find the instructor."

The tiny male started walking towards Miss Adelia.

'Alexander' followed, not particularly enjoying the feeling of the garments.

"Très bien! " The teacher claimed once she saw them in the necessary garments. "Now, we have to get you two caught up with the program. There is a script, and a choreography. Plus I'm sure this may be your first time performing a ballet. So, you must learn how to dance."

Ciel silently exhaled, trying to stay into character.

Sebastian nodded, noticing his master's frustration. "We will try our hardest to prepare as quickly as possible."

"First I'll let you get familiar with the scripts." She handed them their own. "We don't have six months to teach you the choreography--we're down to a month. So we have to try our best to get you guys to present well."

The demon immediately started looking through the script, "A month? Well, you really were desperate for some performers. What happened to the others? You said they disappeared?"

"Yes, /none/ of us knows what happened to them. They just stopped coming to practice, contacted them, never got through."

Ciel gave Sebastian a side glance as his hands flipped through the script.

"Hm... that's interesting..."

"Once you're done reading act one--come find me so you can get introduced to the cast and practice the performance for that act."

"Yes, ma'am." He opened back up to the first page and began reading.

Ciel begun to do the same, peering around at the dancers.

After a minute or two, Sebastian was done with the whole script. "You stay and read. I'm going to go look around for anything suspicious..."

"Alright.."

He stood, setting his script down on the chair and walking around, as casual as possible. He spoke politely to a few of the dancers, and generally poked around the theatre. "Hmm..."

Ciel eventually finished reading and had a feeling someone was staring at him. But he didn't dare to turn around.

No traces of the dancers, but there was a certain feeling that was strangely familiar, but he couldn't exactly put his finger on it...

Soon Simeon came over to the little lord and informed that he was going to help demonstrate the dancing for Act One-Miss Adelia's orders.

'Alexander' felt that he should follow a particularly recognizable scent. He might have a hunch as to who was behind this.

As Ciel and Simeon practiced together, Phantomhive decided to glance at the stare, locking eyes with a pair of fiery ones in the back. The bluenette felt insecure at the unknown man's smirk and immediately looked away.

"What's wrong, Sky?" The dancer asked.

"Who...Who is that in the corner."

"Oh, That's Fletcher."

Ciel looked around for Sebastian for a second.

The brunet's smirk stayed as his gaze shifted to 'Alexander'.

The blonde boy became protective over Ciel instantaneously, as he always did when a potential threat came to him. "And I'm assuming he's an actor, as well?" He asked Simeon, coming closer to Ciel.

"That's right, He's suppose to play as Von Rothbart."

"How fitting..." he muttered. "Ciel, stay close to me."

He didn't have to be told twice.

Unfortunately, Fletcher wasn't in the same location anymore.

"This man is unnecessarily creepy. Go ahead and continue practice, I'll watch out for you."

After hours of practicing, Ciel's feet were sore and he was damn tired of the tutu. The teacher told them to report back here tomorrow.

Alexander changed back into more casual clothes the found Ciel directly afterwards.

Fletcher then approached Sebastian.

"Oh hell, here we go."

"You sure don't appear to be normal..." He murmured, looking at Alexander with a smug expression.

"As if normal is your specialty, 'Fletcher'."

"I suppose this is Ciel Phantomhive, then?"

"You tell me." He took Ciel's hand and started leading him away.

"And I thought I smelled something familiar...it's a shame you don't know who I am." The brunet spoke.

"Oh, for heaven's sakes. I'd know that sickening stench anywhere. How stupid do you think I am?"

"My my, what a kind way to greet your brother after such a long time." He snickered.

"You're one to talk about being kind. Stay away from us."

Notes:

I bet Elizabeth would love to see him in a tutu. *cough cough* Alois too.

Chapter 9: His Butler, Reunited

Summary:

Sebastian and his Young Master gets prepared to handle a request from Her Majesty. Ciel's demon also takes another appearance as the two participate at the theatre. New faces are shown and some unknown Brunet who goes by "Fletcher" proceeds to mess with Phantomhive and Michaelis.

Notes:

Hello! How are you guys doing? I know, feel free to beat me up. It's been too long! School has been kicking my ass. Life has also kick my ass. So ready for the holidays.

But, go ahead and enjoy this chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Well, we should get to work then. I'm sure you know how to audition?"

"Sebastian."

"Yes, my lord?"

"Of course not!"

"That will be a problem, then."

#black butler fanfiction