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[sewellove-deactivated9782]

mornings in marina bay — one shot

The MC88 Series Masterlist

mini summary: the day after the Singapore GP Seb and Mia wake up in the same bed (pt 3 to ‘its always raining in singapore’)

word count: 1.5k

tags/warnings: aston martin ¡driver! oc x sebastian vettel, infidelity, teammate-cest, fluff

part one / part two

“You stayed,” she said quietly, looking over her shoulder at him. He just nodded a reply. She had just about woken up. She had wanted to sleep for longer; she had needed to sleep for longer. Her body still knackered from the weekend before. Exhausted from the stress of the race. She had woken up to the sun lighting up her hotel room. She had felt his warmth beside her. His weight dipping the bed beside her. She had moved in the night, out of his arms, and had turned to face the other way. Probably because of the heat, how humid it was even in the middle of the night.

She secretly loved it when he stayed the night. She loved it when she woke up to him beside her. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help it. She knew it was wrong. Not only had he cheated on his wife, but he had let her fall asleep in his arms, and that almost seemed worse. She had fallen asleep to him, placing kisses in her hair. He had whispered sweet nothings into her ear and held her so close, so tightly, that she could feel his heart beating. It was more than just sex, but neither of them wanted to admit it, and that’s what made it worse.

She could always see him regretting it in the morning. She knew she should have told him to go, but she didn’t have the strength to do so the night before. She had been too tired. Her body had been fighting off sleep for the past few hours, so she couldn’t possibly fight the feelings she had for him as well. She had given into temptation; the feeling of being loved. To be held. The warmth as she fell asleep.

And he hadn’t fought it either. He would do it again without even a second thought. 

“You okay?” she asked pulling the covers with her as she sat up in the bed next to him, 

“yeah,” he nodded. She could see that he wasn’t. His face was saddened. She could see the regret and the thoughts he was fighting. 

“Sorry, i was just thinking,” he said shaking his head finally turning to look at her. 

She gave him a small smile. 

“I shouldn’t have made you stay, sorry,” she apologised, 

“don’t worry,” he said, shaking his head again. She hadn’t made him stay. He had already made his mind up before she had even asked. He had wanted to stay. He had wanted to hold her in his arms as she fell asleep. Wanted to know that she was sleeping peacefully. That she was safe. That she was in his arms and that she was his. It made him feel a little less lonely. Made his heart feel a little more complete, and he liked waking up to her in his arms too. Being able to wrap his arms around her, bringing her closer. He liked pressing little kisses along her shoulder. Her skin against his lips. He liked watching her first wake-up. Seeing her eyes first flutter open. Squeezing them shut as the morning light blinded her. He loved seeing her smile when she laid her eyes upon him. Watching her whisper him a good morning before she kissed him.

It was something out of a movie. Something that he didn’t deserve. 

But it was ending. 

Just like a movie. 

Just without the happy ending. 

That’s why he stayed. He had stayed because he didn’t want it to end. He didn’t want there to be a last time. He couldn’t imagine not seeing her smile, hearing her laugh. The ways she made him smile like he was a little kid again. He didn’t want there to be a last time. He couldn’t imagine it. He had become so used to it over the past few years and he couldn’t imagine it just ending. That there would be a time that there was no more them. 

He didn’t want to think about. He didn’t want to ruin the little time they had left together. 

So he just shook his head. 

“You know you talk in your sleep,” he said, looking to her. His voice was still groggy. He hadn’t since woken up. He had blinked his eyes open, seeing her laying beside him. Her back to him. Her hair barely covered her bare shoulders. He had brushed her hair away, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her shoulder before moving to sit up in the bed, careful not to wake her. He had reached for his phone, ignoring his notifications as he left good morning messages for his children for when they would wake up.

“No i don’t,” she replied shaking her head as she held his gaze. She didn’t want to believe she talked in her sleep. She could of being saying anything and there was many things she didn’t want to unconsciously say to him. 

“You did,” he said handing her a t-shirt. It was green, but he wasn’t sure if it was his or it was hers. It didn’t matter really. She pulled it over her head anyway. Seb dropping his hand to her knee  as she brought them up. 

“What did i say?” 

“nothing,” he shrugged watching as her eyebrows furrowed, “it didn’t make sense,” he clarified, 

“so i just mumble in my sleep then,” she said, “good to know,” she added letting out a small laugh,

“it was german,” 

“oh was it now?” she laughed as her shoulder brushed against his, 

“some of it,” he replied dancing his fingers on her knee. Both of them watching his finger tips tracing patterns into her skin. Both of them lost in the moment for a second. Moments like this that showed it was more than just sex. 

“I’ve got to get up,” she said pressing a kiss to his cheek, 

“huh?”

“i’ve got a plane to catch,” she explained getting out of bed and walking across the room to her suitcase, finding her clothes that she had packed. 

“Plane?”

“yes, plane, Seb,” she replied with a laugh turning her back to him as she pulled his t-shirt off over her head. She knew he was watching her as she got changed. Pulling her underwear on and then an oversized blue pinstripe shirt. 

She turned to him throwing his t-shirt at him. 

“I am going to Japan today,” she explained, “I am meeting my father there,”

“i thought you were leaving tomorrow,” he said looking to her. Mia holding her gaze as she tried to read him.

His RBR smile threatening to creep onto his face. 

“You thought i was going to be in your bed tonight, hm?” she asked pausing for a second. Time stopping momentarily before they both burst into a laugh with Seb holding his hands up in surrender. Mia shaking her head at him trying to stop the grin forming on her face. 

“I thought you said the other week that you were,” Seb said explaining himself as he held his hand out to her, pulling her onto his lap as she took his hand. 

She settled on his lap. Her hands on his shoulders. Every now and then her fingers playing with the curls that reached his shoulders. 

“I was, but then my father said he was able to come see me race and i haven’t seen him since summer break and even then, never mind, but if i leave today i can see him before the race week starts and his girlfriend isn’t coming until— sorry,” she said stopping herself, “i’m rambling and you don’t care,” she said with a small laugh. He smiled to himself as he looked at her. He could read her; how her normally reserved self became almost teenage-like when she spoke about her father, he could see that she was happy, that she could spend time with her father; that her inner-child was healing.

“I do,” he corrected her squeezing her sides. He did care. Maybe he shouldn’t care, but he did. She was telling him things that were personal to her. She had done so before. She had spoken to him about her father. About her relationship with her father. About her life growing up. Maybe it was a bit too much information for teammates, but, nevertheless, he saw that she had felt better after telling him. “I always care what you have to say,” he said as his hands dropped to her thighs, reassuring her. She gave him a smile, her shoulders relaxing. 

“What time is your flight?” he asked, 

“half-two,” 

“what are you doing till then?” 

“i was going to go get breakfast and then try and see a bit of Singapore,” she said, “why?” she then asked, 

“can i show you around?” he said almost hesitating for a second before he said it as if she wasn’t going to yes, 

“it would be a honour,” she laughed leaning forward to place a kiss to his lips as he squeezed her thighs, 

“good,” he whispered against her lips before bringing his lips to hers again, 

“is there something you want to do before?” she asked, whispering back to him. 

He leant back, looking to her. 

“Definitely.” 

[bornsexyesterday]

changing my theme atm no lo.oking

[hinamie]

spiraling

[brokeandfamouseu]

NIKE HEAD // 2023

[philyuri]

the thing about the orange heart subliminal is that like. whatever it is it's funny as hell. if it's a little heeheehoohoo enrichment mind game puzzle for us that's funny as hell. if it is a genuine editing mistake that happened bc saying "love heart" with the orange heart had too many connotations then it's even funnier because the failed cover up (and the fact that the new purple heart doesnt match the broken heart emoji) makes it seem like a last minute panic decision, the visuals of which are hilarious. and also the Implications. like whatever it is: funny as hell. and homosexually sinister.

[moonlightflower-queen]

"Okay, this is a meme redraw. It shouldn't take that long"

-Me 3 days ago

[moyazaika]

could you imagine a rapper yandere that disses anyone that even MENTIONS their darling/"girlfriend" is a way that isn't worshipping. and he disses hard.

When I say "girlfriend" I mean, the rapper knows the name, address, occupation, phone number, email, etc, has a shrine full of photos that he hired people to take over someone that doesn't know anything about it.

reader is just another person who listens to music and knows his name in passing and his reputation for dissing anyone who talks "bad" about his girl. reader respects it, but doesn't really listen to rap so they move on with their life, completely unaware that THEY are the girl.

it's a complete coincidence that the features and traits that he raps about are the exact same as them. There are plenty of people with that trait.

and no one bats an eye that no photos of the "girlfriend" exists to the public. It's no surprise someone with his level of fame would want to keep their girl private.

"I saw you yesterday at your grandma's, it's a real shame what happened to your grandpops, I need some new fertilizer in my garden, been growing some bad crops, your girl Morgan so bad you're getting blowjobs from your grandma?"

*camera noises*

(I'm not a rapper, apologies for ✨cringe✨)

hey so please don’t apologise i actually fucking love this idea. 😭😭❤️‍🩹 this would be so so cute bonus points for being set in the early 2000’s so we’re in that era of pop and rap where it’s rlly just a few big names dominating the charts, the fun awards shows, cool fashion; y2k baby!

and in this new age of music you’ve got this chart topping rapper who (unlike the other guys in his genre) seems to be rapping not about his opps or his cars or his cash or his bitches but… how much he loves his gf. it’s incredibly endearing.

if only his gf actually knew she was dating him!

and when he stays on top of those charts, wins all those music awards; there’s bound to be jealousy and bitter envy. other artists complain. celebrity interviewers and journalists eat it up; “so what do you think of this mystery girl that seems to be the subject of all his music?”

his competitor rolls his eyes, “dumb as fuck, the both of them. always banging on about how lovely she is how pretty and smart she is… this bitch is a one hit wonder, you feel me?”

… he did not like that. drake vs kanye 2.0 ensues except this time there is no coming back for the poor soul who has the balls to say that. rapper ‘bf’ puts the poor guy’s life on blast.

‘industry plant? least i’m not a plant by the government / makin’ sure them anti bullying campaigns is working.”

okay, that’s not so bad right?

“your funny’s up, but your syndrome’s down, like your money after i put this out—but your dick stays up / when you drive ‘round and look for little boys to spend a night with in town.”

oh! well. looks like nobody’s going to mention this mysterious girl rapper bf adores so much ever again :’)

[solargeist]

What you said about Grian keeping his modesty even after leaving the Watchers.... Hmmmm.... Grian in Hijab.... Yes that's the shit...

i think hijabs are just for women ! i'm unsure what the male equivalent is

But ! The Watchers i write are inspired by Catholicism, his mum is a nun who veils. This is also just for women, but if he wereeee to veil then it'd be something like that--i mean not the full extent of a nun, but there are head scarves that allow hair and neck to be shown

headscarves are very pretty regardless tho <3

[salt-n-salt]

y’all ever love a character so much that you need them to go through literal biblical and greco-roman strife. like i love my sweet cocomelon so much that i need to send him into the desert for 40 days with one little piece of bread. i love him so much that im going to banish him to an isolated island where he’ll be chained to a rock and have his liver picked out by crows only for it to grow back that night to be picked out again the next morning. i love him so much that i want to sit at the end of a long table across from him and enjoy a succulent meal knowing im going to sell him out to the guards tomorrow and condemn him to death. or is that weird

[poissonchan]

why deidara wears a scope: wrong answers ONLY

[evergreen-endo]

worlds most irritating couple somebody separate them STAT !!!!!

[ontosgold]

hi! first off i wanted to say that i love your art so much its so so pretty and secondly i was wondering, since youre like the ceo of ryomina, if you had any good ryomina fanfic recommendations ? :>

THANK YOU :D !! and hehe thank u for giving me the chance to ramble abt the two ryomina fics that have been consuming my brain lately (that are both written by my lovely fellow ryomina ceos <3)

first off !! the twilight wants him back by @chatlote

it's a canon divergent fix-it fic that takes place from november onwards featuring sees ryoji :> I think my favourite thing abt this fic is the way lina characterises both ryoji and makoto, like I genuinely adore how she writes them in this fic. both of their inner worlds feel so rich and detailed and i adore how the pov switches give us a look into makoto and ryoji's different outlooks !! seeing makoto and ryoji's different perspectives on the same events is so interesting and it adds so much depth of their interactions. it's been such a joy so far to watch those two slowly get to know each other while also exploring how makoto's dealing with everything he's experienced up until then (the way she shows how makoto's been dealing with loss is so. augh <3) and I'm so excited to see where this fic is headed ^_^ every update has me kicking my feet in excitement hehe

and then there's persephone's curse by @sweet-sirin

this fic took me on such an emotional rollercoaster that it hasn't stopped rolling around in my brain since I read it. it takes place post canon and if u know abt persephone than u can probably take a guess as to where this fic is going. I don't wanna say too much bcs I think this fic is best experienced knowing as little abt it as possible but its just a beautiful exploration of ryoji and makoto's characters and just how stubborn they can be in their own ways, especially ryoji. there's so many scenes in this fic that are just stuck in my brain. it felt like every single scene and every piece of dialogue has some sort of underlying/second meaning and it was a ride unpacking everything as I was reading. everything feels so purposeful and meaningful its just so. augh. it emotionally destroyed me and I don't think I'll ever recover <3 it'll live in a special corner of my brain forever

Also !! I haven't really gone down the ryomina fic rabbit hole myself yet so if you or anyone reading has some fic recs of their own please send them my way !! 🙏🙏

[fishfingersandscarves]

made a playlist for my babygirl

[pancakehouse]

saturday snippet : )

merci @belleandsaintsebastian MWAAH !!

Sirius is standing on the front porch, fist still raised, clearly ready to continue its barrage. His eyes lock on Remus and his nostrils flare. His gaze, dark and narrowed, skitters down Remus’ bare chest, mouth tightening as it lingers on the row of purple marks covering his collarbone. Marks that were not there twelve hours ago. 

@maybebabyplease @colgatebluemintygel @tigolbittys @sectoren @fruityindividual + whoever’s working on smth no pressure !!

[maxthesillyy]

if Feral Max met Half-Dead Alex i think

[honkygay]

me and the 4 Lucirob fans r gonna love this one… toxic yaoi 5evrer!!