#i hope this isn't like Crazy intrusive on your post

[mintakablue]

rarely do i comment on posts directly, but i definitely felt this as a grad student who Absolutely did not have the support net. despite going to grad school in-state for a program that lasted nine months and receiving a stipend from my school... i still had to take out student loans, rack up some credit card debt, and use everything i had saved from three years worth of previous jobs.

i went to grad school in one of the most expensive cities in the united states. we went to a conference early on in a different state and the school only provided us a stipend of $500 for a flight, hotel, and transportation. other students were in a similar boat as me or worse off: with unstable living situations, scrounging up money from freelancing or trying to score paid internships, making tough choices about budgeting for food and travel.

but even in our relatively small cohort, other students seemed to put on the airs of poverty, complaining alongside us about the cost of groceries, living, and gas. still, those students managed to pay for vacations to other countries over the break. took expensive additional classes unrelated to our curriculum. paid for bills with nary a drop of sweat. in retrospect, it does seem like they felt like we were all in the same boat, that if things got REALLY hard, we all could just embarrass ourselves temporarily and ask someone for money--when in reality, most of us needed to do extra work to earn what we needed.

i cannot fault these people, young people like myself, for living their lives with the money they had. lord knows i could fall back on my savings and occasionally splurge for temporary luxuries. but like you said, the perception they had of themselves--as people scraping by, like the rest of us--was divorced from reality in a way i struggled to understand. i think your post articulated a lot of it though so i'm sharing my experience and also saying thanks for talking about it. i felt kind of isolated as a grad student still paying off so much of my debt; like i had somehow failed to acquire enough scholarships or earn grants. but understanding that other people had more of that financial safety net made me stop moralizing about not having the same resources they did.

it's so funny how influencer types are like My Day As A Working Artiste Creative Type, by which they mean that they do artiste creative work and it's completely irrelevant to the source of the money they live off, which is their parents

[vettelsvee]

Hello! I hope this is the correct way to request..., can you write a lewis story for prompt 28? It can be something like, reader is a new wag and there is some online hate, and lewis comforts them. It's completely fine if you don't wanna do this story, Thank you!! 💞

DON'T LET THEM SAY THAT. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL | Lewis Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton x Actress!Reader

SUMMARY: Lewis and you decided to make your relationship public in Maranello before 2025 Formula 1 season starts. However, love from fans isn't there as you expected ↳ REQUESTED: Part of VEE'S F1 PROMPTS LIST (VOL. I)! Feel free to request anything you want <3 Hope you liked it anon! 💖

WORD COUNT: 2043

WARNINGS: Age gap (reader is on her early 20s and Lewis is 40), fans acting like crazy, hate towards Y/N

VEE'S NOTES: I received this prompt on the inbox today and I don't know how I wrote, corrected, translated and corrected once again it today. Also, first ever Ferrari!Lewis fic I'm so emotional right now. Not really happy with the result since like Y/N in this fic, I have many intrusive thoughts about my writing and I didn't have the best of the weekends, but hope you enjoy it anyways! Remember that I appreciate your comments, feedback, as well as reblogs, thank you so much! :)

© VETTELSVEE (2025). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

The whirlwind of emotions you’ve experienced since your relationship with Lewis Hamilton became public has been unimaginable... and that’s putting it lightly.  

Although you were somewhat used to the spotlight thanks to your rising career as an actress, flashes from cameras, crowds shouting for you to turn around so they could get a picture, and the occasional fan asking for a photo or autograph, the world of Formula 1 was completely new to you.  

You couldn’t deny that you were unhappy with how drastically your life had changed. The man who had just joined Scuderia Ferrari had become everything you had ever imagined in a partner. kind, undeniably caring, and, most importantly, empathetic enough to understand how overwhelming this sudden rise in fame was for you.  

Lewis had noticed how down you’d been ever since he decided to post those photos of you both in Maranello. You had both agreed to go together so he could test one of those legendary red cars for the first time, fully aware that people would inevitably start talking. That day, you decided to make your relationship public after keeping it a secret for about six months, agreeing that it was best to do so before the 2025 season began.  

Despite it all, despite how much you had started closing yourself off in the following weeks, Lewis remained by your side, making you feel like the most important person in the world. But it was becoming increasingly difficult for him, especially when all you did was act like everything was fine on the outside while you were slowly destroying yourself inside.  

The nightmare began with small comments on the photo Lewis had uploaded to Instagram, just you, posing timidly in front of the Ferrari while he held you around the waist, smiling like never before. At first, the comments didn’t seem like a big deal, with people just wanting to know more about your relationship or if it was serious. But soon, the messages started pouring in, insults and threats far worse than you had ever imagined, many of them coming from underage girls. Eventually, you had to disable comments on every single one of your photos, no matter how old they were.

However, what truly became a living nightmare for you were the Twitter threads and, especially, the accounts dedicated exclusively to Formula 1 wags. They were relentless, tearing you apart, analyzing your every move as if dating one of the 20 drivers on the grid was equivalent to committing first-degree murder.

“She’s just looking for fame now that her acting career is taking off.”

“She doesn’t deserve someone like Lewis.”

“She’s too young for him.”

“And let’s not even talk about how ugly she is… have you seen her?”

You sighed, throwing your phone onto the couch with such force that it ended up crashing onto the floor. But you didn’t even bother to check if it was broken. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t read any more comments, wouldn’t even open your Instagram account, yet you couldn’t resist. After all, you were human, and the weight of it all was becoming too much to bear, even more than you were willing to admit to Lewis, to whom you hadn’t fully opened up yet.

The hotel room in Tokyo, where you and Lewis had decided to stay for one of your last vacations before the season began, fell into complete silence. The only sound that filled the space was your muffled sobs.

“And who even is she? Nobody knows her.”

“Lewis deserves someone better, that’s for sure.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away.

You couldn’t understand it. It felt so unfair... Why were you being treated this way just for loving someone? Why did people throw venomous words at you without even knowing you, without even trying to? Did being a fan of Lewis automatically mean they had to hate you?

You tried to relax, to break free from the spiral of thoughts that only led you to overthink, but it was impossible. Once your mind started down that path, the only thing it knew how to do was tear you apart from the inside.

As you tried to steady your breathing and quickly wiped away your tears, a knock echoed at the door.

You pulled yourself together as fast as you could, forcing a smile while glancing at your reflection in the mirror. You swore to yourself that you’d do everything possible to pretend that everything was fine, that you were fine.

But the moment you opened the door and saw Lewis, drenched in sweat from his gym session and pulling out his earbuds, you immediately turned around and rushed into the nearest room, the bathroom, locking yourself inside to keep him from seeing you like this.

“Come on, Y/N...”

Lewis knew you too well by now. No matter how hard you tried to convince him otherwise, he could see right through you, he knew you were struggling, and struggling pretty badly.

He didn’t do anything at first. He didn’t know what to do. He was afraid that whatever he said or did might only make things worse, might make you shut down even more. Instead, he rested his forehead against the closed door, feeling defeated, thinking of ways to make you feel worthy enough to stop torturing yourself over what strangers were saying online, people who knew nothing about your relationship and even less about you.

Eventually, you decided to come out. Lewis saw you, completely defeated, and he cursed himself for letting things get to this point. What had he done wrong to make you feel this way? God, you were just a girl in your early twenties who had recently made the leap to Hollywood stardom after moving to Los Angeles at sixteen, waiting tables in a run-down bar, and facing countless failed auditions until you finally landed the role that changed everything.

“Hey, love,” Lewis spoke as gently as possible, his eyes scanning your red-rimmed ones and your tangled hair. “What’s wrong?”

He knew exactly what was wrong, but he wanted you to be the one to speak, to let it all out.

You took a deep breath and pointed at your phone, still lying on the floor. A nervous knot tightened in your stomach, and your hands began to fidget anxiously. As if on cue, tears started streaming down your face once more.

“I just… I don’t understand why they have to be like this. What did I do to deserve this? Am I not good enough? Not pretty enough for you?”

Lewis sighed. He had known from the beginning that not everyone would accept your relationship, but the amount of hate you were facing was beyond excessive. He was exhausted by the senseless comments and social media accounts created solely to spew hate at you. And even more, he was tired of becoming tabloid fodder, followed everywhere by paparazzi eager to capture any moment they could.

Seeing you like this hurt him in ways he couldn’t even describe, and it made him feel miserable.

“Hey, Y/N… look at me.”

Despite speaking to you firmly and holding your hand, gently rubbing your skin with his thumb to calm you down, you didn’t respond. Lewis then cupped your chin delicately, forcing you to look at him.

“I know I’ve told you this a thousand times, and I also know that with how stubborn you are, you probably won’t listen to me, but don’t let what they say about you bother you,” he wanted to say, but all he really cared about was you. “What matters is that I love you, okay?”

“But... why does it have to affect me? Why did I used to not care about anything, and now I care so much about the opinion of strangers?” you asked, hesitantly, biting your lip in an attempt to relax.

Lewis moved even closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. He hated seeing you like this, especially when before all of this started, you were a light in his life, and it was him who used to lean on you when race weekends got overwhelming.

“Because you’re human, babe,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding you tighter. “Even though we sometimes say the opposite, we all care about what others think of us, especially when all they want to do is bring us down.”

“But... what if they’re right? What if I’m not what you deserve?”

“Do I need to remind you again that they’re wrong?” Lewis said, pulling you slightly away so your gazes met. “You need to remember how much you mean to me, but more than that, you need to remember who you are and all that you’re worth. That’s all that matters.”

You didn’t say anything else. Instead, you buried your face in his chest, once again crying quietly to avoid him seeing you like this.

“I’m ugly, Lew. Really ugly,” you confessed without lifting your head. “I don’t even know how you love me, or how you agreed to be with me after all those months we spent talking and hanging out as friends, or…”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t let them say that. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful, and you’ve always been, alright? Anyone who says otherwise needs to get their eyes checked.”

You laughed, and Lewis felt that as a small victory.

You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. For the first time in a long while, you pushed aside the intrusive thoughts, the destructive comments you saw daily on social media, and allowed yourself the luxury of, for just a moment, trying to stop torturing yourself and accepting that there were things you couldn’t change.

Lewis’s words, while brief and somewhat familiar to you, brought a peace you hadn’t felt in days. You did your best to let the tension in your shoulders melt away, slowly separating from him and moving your arms bit by bit.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Lew,” you whispered, once again wrapping your arms around his waist, wishing you could never let go of him.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Lewis chuckled, planting kisses on your forehead. “I’m never going to leave you, and I hope you’ll never leave me either.”

Neither of you said anything more. Your bodies remained close, exchanging shy kisses, making promises that everything would get better as you both talked about the changes you’d face in 2025. That was enough for you both to know things were going to be okay.

You both understood that the big, risky changes you were taking, especially your relationship, were going to be difficult, just like what was happening with you and the wave of hate you were receiving. But once you stopped giving it too much importance, or rather, no importance at all, no one would stop you as the newest couple in Formula 1.

“Hey, listen to me, please... I’ve been thinking about something.”

Lewis’s words caught your attention as you were starting to drift off to sleep in bed. You straightened up, your hand still intertwined with his.

“How about we take a walk, and you can get to know the city a bit?” he suggested. “You know… we could go eat out, hit up an arcade, or maybe…”

“Can you get me a stuffed animal from one of those weird claw machines?!” you interrupted him, excited, which made Lewis burst out laughing.

“Of course, I can get you a stuffed animal, or buy you all the ones you want.”

You smiled, and as Lewis went to the bathroom for a shower, you began to prepare for the day. That moment was exactly when you realized you needed to trust yourself more and, specially, just as Lewis valued you. Because if there was one thing you’d learned from him in the short time you’d been together, it was that, no matter what you did, you’d always be the envy of others, so you just needed to remind yourself that you didn’t need to feel worse for living the life you’d always dreamed of and, moreover, you worked hard to have.

[romanoffsbish]

Stupid, Cupid

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

OC!Serena x Fem!Reader (Ex’s)

Wanda x Reader x Natasha

Chapter 1 | Masterlist | Chapter 3 | Words: 2,220

TW: Cheating, subtle threats of violence

Y/N’s POV

I woke up with the worst headache of my life, gently turning over to find a water bottle and tylenol beside me. I groan as I move to sit up, feeling my body's exhaustion from the lack of movement yesterday and the tear caused dehydration. Then there's also the fact that I'm embarrassed of the state I was in, and that the redheads saw me in yesterday.

I didn't expect to cry in Wanda's arms, I was vulnerable, and they were just being so gentle. They went out of their way to take care of me by cleaning up my space and ensuring I ate dinner. The moment she told me they loved me it just burst the flood gates back open. It sounded almost like a confession, not just a simple—I love you, but that's just crazy...

It's currently 5AM, and there's absolutely no way I'm making it back to sleep, so I'm just going to take a shower. The flowers and chocolate covered strawberries are set for a 7AM delivery anyways.

As I get out, I decide to still get dressed up for the day. Serena shouldn't be out, doing God knows what with Dick—Dave, while I cry myself into exhaustion on my favorite day of the year. I had wanted out of this relationship for months, I should be grateful, but something about being cheated on just hurts.

I make it to the kitchen, then grab out the ingredients necessary to make breakfast for my favorite people. Wanda, Natasha and I are the only ones here today. Everyone else is either on extravagant holiday trips, or missions.

I pull out all the red fruit possible to make an on theme for the day smoothie. Then I make them some heart shaped red velvet pancakes, with chocolate chips in them.

I place a tray on the counter, placing their individual plates of pancakes on the sides of it, then placing the smoothies behind the plates. Then I place the freshly delivered black and red roses in a vase, then settle it on the tray between the plates. Lastly, I split up the strawberries, taking four for myself, and setting four a piece on their plates.

Once I'm happy with my display, having set two gift bags to the side, I make my way to my room with my leftover goodies. Knocking on their door as I leave a post it note for them.

"Happy Valentine's Day!! The kitchen awaits(;"

I hear their door opening, just as mine shuts. Hopeful that they'll enjoy it, and not thinking that I'm creepy or something. They said "I love you," and might think I'm diluted enough to think I'm welcome in their relationship.

I'm not stupid though, I know that their love for me is friendly, and sadly, mine isn't.

Wanda's POV

Y/N knocked on our door, but she was gone in an instant, and that was absolutely disappointing. I can feel her feelings have shifted today. She's angrier, and slightly embarrassed, and I can only assume that it's over last night. The truth is, I loved being able to take care of her, I know Nat did too. We just hated that she had to be heartbroken for us to be able to.

"Y/N/N's left instructions for us to go to the kitchen." I shout to Natasha, who's currently meditating—I assume so she doesn't kill Serena.

Her intrusive thoughts have been so loud ever since Y/N cried in my arms last night. I almost want to indulge her and help her carry them out, but not without the full story.

"Well, let's go check it out." Natasha says, pulling me from my equally intrusive thoughts, then down the stairs.

As we approach the kitchen I see this beautiful display set up for us.

"Wow..." Natasha gasps.

"It's absolutely beautiful, far better than what I had planned for us." I laugh out, appreciating the beauty of the display, but then saddening at the thought that these are just leftovers from Serena.

"Your thoughts are loud lyubov', I promise you this is all for us, outside of the strawberries that is. Those were definitely pre planned for her." Natasha speaks, somehow reading my mind, and emphasizing her distaste for Serena in the end.

"How do you know?" I ask, slightly pouting as I wrap my arms around her, and meet her gaze. She leans forward and repeatedly pecks my lips until my pout eventually fades into a smile.

"Well, because that wretched woman liked peonies, and as I can faintly smell them, I can guarantee you they're up in Y/N's room. The roses fit our aesthetic perfectly, there's two gift bags to the side, meaning this was always meant for us. I'm pretty certain our suspicions of reciprocated love are correct. We just haven't been obvious enough with our feelings, she's probably just terrified of rejection; especially after the current heartbreak." Natasha deduces, filling me in, and the more she speaks the more it all makes sense.

We didn't see Y/N all morning, choosing to give her the space she might need this morning. We placed a sweet thank you note to her door for breakfast then left to our room. We exchanged our Valentine's gifts with one another, then separated to go get ready for this fancy lunch we had never intended to partake in.

"Wow, look at you two, the absolutely gorgeous creatures you are!" Y/N shouts, as she comes down the stairs right as we're about to leave.

"Us?! Look at you, you look lovely Y/N/N." I reply, stunned to see her all dolled up, in comparison to her tee and sweats from yesterday.

"You coming with us?" Nat shamelessly asks, hopeful eyes taking in Y/N's features.

"No, the reservations were for two, plus, you  two deserve a romantic date before you find yourselves stuck watching movies with me later."

"Well, that's an absolute shame, because you look far too good to not be seen out with us." Nat quickly quips back flirtatiously, winking in her direction.

She rolls her eyes playfully, as she instantly flusters at her comment.

"Also, we only agreed to lunch if you were to watch movies with us, because that's genuinely what we want to do. Being stuck with you sounds heavenly." I add on, nothing but sincerity lacing my tone.

She smiles sweetly, then pulls us into a group hug, then swiftly turns us around and lightly shoves us to the door.

"Goodbye lovebirds, you don't want to be late." 

"Goodbye dorogoy, we'll miss you." I coo, as I shut the door.

Nat's POV

The hostess at the front was sickeningly sweet, but her eyes were screaming 'please hit me with a crowbar' as she escorted us to our seats. I almost felt like putting the both of us out of our misery, as this date isn't really my scene. I feel far too exposed, but Y/N looked so hopeful that I found the strength to come here.

"This place is nice, I can see why Y/N loves it so much." Wanda muses, as she takes her seat across from me and looks over the menu.

"Yeah... She loves places like this." I agree.

As I go over the menu myself, my phone pings.

*Venmo: Y/N-Y/L/N has sent you $100 for 'Lunch is on me ❤️'*

"That little shit sent us money for lunch." I groan, and Wanda chuckles as she places her hand atop of mine on the table.

"Not even our girlfriend yet and she's spoiling us, we might be in trouble." She giggles out, and it's truly one of my top five favorite sounds to hear.

As her giggles die down, our waiter arrives to take our order.

"I'm going to have the Cotto Benedict, with a Bloody Mary and my girlfriend here will have the Skirt Steak, and eggs with a mimosa as her drink. Then, we'd also like an order of the French toast to go, please have the kitchen make it after we have our meals." Wanda orders for us, knowing exactly what I want without having to ask—or looking into my mind.

I smile up at her as the waiter retreats, starting to find more comfort in this date than I expected. All my comfort was torn away from me when I heard that laugh. God, that laugh, it was as if dying hyenas were all cackling one after the other, on an endless loop.

"No fucking way..." Wanda gasps, turning in the direction that the sound came from, then aggressively gripping onto her cup at the sight.

Sitting in a booth just three table lengths away was Serena, laughing like there was no tomorrow. Her head was thrown back, and her hands were all over this man, one was placed on his chest, as the other was on his arm.

Everything hits me all at once, as all the pieces seem to fall into place, filling in the gaps Y/N didn't. Y/N's not broken by losing Serena—no, she's broken by what clearly took place. She's far too practical to feel relief due to a breakup but still cry like it was the end of the world. Serena obviously cheated on her, what a stupid girl, clearly didn't think things through. Before Wanda could talk some sense into me, my legs were already moving me to her table.

I stood there steaming, as she had raised her glass to me, not even sparing me a glance. It figures she would treat her server like this, then I take a glance at her date, and he has the right response plastered upon his face—fear. As she takes in his face, she slowly trails her gaze towards me, and dramatically drops the glass flute to the floor.

"Na-atasha, what are you doing here?" She stutters out.

"Well I was enjoying a lovely date with my girlfriend Wanda, then I was rudely interrupted by your grating laughter. Then I look up to see you're out with a downgrade." I reply with a calmness to my tone, which is actually a sign of danger for her.

"Look, I don't know what Y/N told you, but we broke up, and I'm free to be with who I please." She replies, an air of confidence filling her chest.

Silly girl...

"Yeah, I always knew you were dumb, but never would I expect you to be this careless with her heart, let alone your life." I slightly threaten her.

Her boyfriend seems to have left the table, she's stuck in place, partially due to the shock, but also because I've blocked her into her booth.

"You know, you never deserved her... Always taking her for granted, taking all her love and giving her nothing but crumbs in return. Then you go out of your way to crush her by cheating on her. Here she is still trying to protect you too, she didn't tell us the full story, and now I know why. You're a disgrace Serena... That girl loved you with all her heart, and you couldn't even properly break up with her." I quietly seethe, as she stares blankly at me, repeatedly blinking in attempt to hold back her tears.

"Now, as much as I want to rip you apart, limb by limb, I won't. Y/N, for some reason, wants you to be left unscathed, so I'll let you go because I love her enough to respect that. I do however take pride in knowing I just ran your date off, it also looks like he had wet his pants too. You really picked a fine replacement for yourself..." I continue on, chuckling as I see that the confidence she once had, has now completely faded away.

"Ty grebanyy tupitsa, ya mozhet i ne prichinyu tebe fizicheskogo vreda, no luchshe pover', chto ya tebya pogublyu." I mutter my threats in Russian, meaning every word, then slightly moving to the side as I watch her scurry out of the restaurant.

(You're a fucking dumbass, I might not hurt you physically, but best believe I will ruin you.)

I take a napkin, leaving all of her information on it for the servers, as she has now committed a crime by dining and dashing. Not even one minute in, and I've already began to succeed in my threats.

I then come down from my anger induced state, remembering my beautiful Sokovian girlfriend that I came here with. I slowly turn to face her with a sheepish smile, expecting to see a look of disapproval, but instead I see her smirking as her eyes swim with amusement. She's currently holding onto three to-go bags, then I notice that both of our flutes have been emptied.

"Now that you've had your well deserved fun, what do you say to us getting out of here? I think it's time we take this back home, and eat with our girl, huh?" Wanda states, extending her arm out to me, and I move swiftly to take it.

"Let's go get her, moya lyubov'!" I excitedly agree, softly kissing her lips, then pulling back quickly as excitement courses through my veins.

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❤️Kaitlyn 😘

[cazzyvintage]

Hi Cazzy! Could you help me out? I really want to write for Sebastian (submissive baby boy) Zöllner after reading so many fics, watching as many clips I could and staring at him endlessly. I can’t afford to buy the movie atm but my motivation is big at the moment. Long story short: could you tell me about his character? I would love as many details as you can but please don’t feel pressured to answer at all! Thank you anyways! (In love with your sub blog btw)

Hey, thanks for the ask! There are ways to watch the film without having to buy it as long as you are okay with downloading the film! Here's is a link to a post with a download folder for it and the subtitles.

But I'll include under the cut-off details about Sebastian for you as well and his subbyness 🥰

I always view Sebastian as a wild card, the character is so unpredictable. He's wild, imaginative, and perhaps even slightly crazy. He has a goal and he will do what it takes to try and get to it, as we see in the film how desperate he is to find out the truth about an artist.

Sebastian is a writer for his career, he writes pieces (though he hasn't really done much for a while) but he plans on writing a bit piece about an artist called Kaminski life after the man has died, so he goes to his home place to interview the man. Sebastian doesn't fit in with the higher class crowd, he's completely oblivious to people judging him or really he doesn't care. He isn't lucky though and often goes through a lot.

He's a smoker, and in the film had recently broken up with his partner. Though he still seeks back into her place for a bit and tries to fake cry to gain her sympathy. He also does really like art, but I believe he failed to make it with his art which is why he now writes articles about art and artists instead.

He can be rude at times and does inappropriate things (like pissing on a cross sign of Jesus) and as people say 'he always lets his intrusive thoughts win'

He's really funny though and does try to look after the artist when they go on the road trip and bring him back to his true love. Throughout the film, we see Sebastian progress from being a self-centred person to trying to do something for someone else because it's good. He still has that craziness about him though as he steals a car to take the artist to the beach 😂

In terms of the fandom's and my headcanon's for Sebastian and the sub side of things, I've always seen him as very experimental. He's open to trying anything. I also think that when he went to college he experienced a lot of things, with both men and women. He has quite the past.

Another running headcanon with Sebastian would be that he enjoys pegging, spanking, anything ass play really. I also see Sebastian enjoying overstimulation and crossdressing.

Often in the fandom, we refer to Sebastian as our little meow meow or brat. He certainly has a brattiness which can come out in the bedroom.

He's one of the characters I could consider being more of a switch but really leaning towards being subby. I can also see him being quite lazy, just wanting to lie on his back and let you rail him into the bed, and not really having to put a lot of work in, unless you make him because he loves you making him do things.

Of course, these are all headcanon's created by other fandom writers and you can take Sebastian and the character however you interpret him and what he might like! I hope this was useful to you and if you have any more specific details you want to ask about Sebastian or any other Daniel characters feel free to send me asks! I love talking about the Daniel characters 🥰