#i’ve been saying he has seb vibes!

[sebnameyourcar]

YES

[disneyprincemuke]

mrs all american * fem!driver

who is that guy in the andretti racing garage?

pairings: bother figures x fem!driver, 4lyfers x fem!driver

notes: if u think u've read this before, u probably have but like,,,,,,,,,,,,, i rewrote the entire thing to fit the new vibe so hey lol

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

“there she is,” oscar mutters, pushing himself off the wall he’d been leaning on. “we’ve been looking for you all weekend. you’re barely around.”

the girl in her team gear, stops immediately with wide eyes and turns to her friends. “what? oh, hi.”

logan furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head. “where have you been? you’ve been so unreachable since you arrived in vegas. is everything okay?”

she tilts her head, looking curiously between her two best friends. “what do you mean? i’ve been here all weekend. maybe you guys just haven’t done enough to find me.”

she knows exactly what they’re talking about. the entire weekend, she’s been camping out in her driver’s room avoiding everyone else. for good reason: her boyfriend’s finally had the time to come out and watch a race.

not only that, she’s finally decided to just rip the bandaid off and introduce him to everyone with his consent, of course. she’d been hiding him from everyone, afraid that they might scare him off too quick with their antics and borderline insane behaviour.

logan throws his head back. “you’re being kinda weird. is somebody threatening you with something again?”

“you’re being weird,” she mutters, looking towards the andretti racing home. “i’ve just been really busy this weekend. lots of stuff for me to do and go over with sebastian.”

oscar hums, tapping a finger on his lip. “but i’ve seen liam more than you.”

“it’s just sebastian and i. racing strategies and whatnot and telling me what else i need to fix with my driving,” she shrugs. it should really be concerning that lying to them has become a common occurrence lately and it’s slowly becoming easier. but it should also be concerning that they hadn’t noticed up until this weekend the increased secrecy from her side.

though, it shouldn’t be all that shocking that they’re starting to know less and less about one another’s lives. logan has moved out, after all.

“you’re sure you’re alright?” oscar tilts his head, furrowing his eyebrows in concern. “are we still going out tonight?”

“yeah, of course!” she nods a little too eagerly that she doesn’t notice logan and oscar exchange a look. “i was just busy leading up to the race. i swear i’m fine, guys.”

oscar hums. “alright. we’ll see you later for the parade.”

she takes a step back at the group of older drivers gathered outside her racing home. “what are you guys doing here?”

“p wouldn’t stop saying something about seeing a guy she’s seen on the tv in your garage earlier when she passed it,” max mutters without turning his head to look at her, just continues to crane his neck to try and make out the faces through the windows looking into the hospitality.

she tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows. “what?”

“yeah, she told me too,” lando says, mirroring max’s actions. he tilts his head before turning around. he stands a little straighter and points at her. “we asked liam and he didn’t know who the andretti guest is. you don’t know anything about that, do you?”

she chews on the inside of her cheek. “i don’t recall having a big name guest in our side of the paddocks today.”

“really?” max turns, furrowing his eyebrows. “at all? don’t you usually know stuff?”

she shrugs and starts to walk towards the stairs leading to the main doors. “not this weekend, no. i’ve been pretty busy with my own stuff.”

lando hums and rests his hands on his hips, following her towards the door. “really? you’re not lying to us? this is important to p — you love her. just tell us who it is.”

she holds her hands in the air and laughs, turning around right before she walks in. “i’ve literally got no idea who they decided to bring in. you might have better luck with seb.”

max shakes his head, lips pursed in frustration. “we already tried asking him earlier. he doesn’t seem to know who the guest is either… how is it possible that none of you know?”

“i haven’t really paid much attention, really,” she lies with another shrug before turning on her heel. “i’ll see you guys later. save me a spot with you guys on the wee truck, okay?”

“open the door!”

she flinches from her spot on the beanbag, jumping off as she looks at the man previously cozied up with her. “that’s my teammate,” she whispers at him. “what do i do?”

matt throws his hands in the air. “why are you asking me that? like you said — it’s your teammate.”

“i have to open the door. what am i going to do?”

“well, you invited me so i could meet your friends. what’s the harm in meeting liam before the race?”

she contemplates for a second, looking up at the ceiling momentarily. “you don’t know these twats like i do, if i tell them about you now, i’ll never hear the end of it.”

he hums, scrunching his nose. “so what do you wanna do now? he’s at the door.”

“open the door, mate!” liam’s voice comes from the other side, the door rattling slightly as he knocks again. “i know you’re inside.”

“give me a fucking minute!” she screams, hurling a packet of maltesers next to her on the ground towards the door. “be patient!” she looks back at matt. “i need you to hide behind the door for now. i promise you’ll get to meet my insane teammate and friends after the race. just not now.”

he laughs, letting her pull him up from the beanbag, dragging him behind the door would wind up after she opens it. “okay, well be careful not to give too much away.”

she opens the door and fixes her hair, sighing exasperatedly. “what do you want?”

“seb said he’s been texting you to come down. they want to have one last team meeting before the driver’s parade,” liam rambles. “and what took you so long to answer the door?”

she blinks blankly at him, trying to take her brain for a believable lie. “i was finding my clothes.”

“clothes… what would… what?”

she hums, nodding. “i was naked. sorry.”

liam throws his head back with a groan. “okay, i’m sorry i bothered asking.” he turns around and takes a step towards the stairs, “seb wants you downstairs as soon as possible. i’ll see you in a bit.”

she closes the door when liam takes a step on the stairs, turning to her side and sighing heavily. she hunches over and shakes her head. “i literally hate all of them.”

“don’t be like that,” he laughs, pinching her cheek gently. “i’ll see you later, okay? before your race starts?”

she grins. “okay. blythe should be here any minute with ylona and lily then you guys can go explore the circuit again while i’m busy.” he nods, leaning down with puckered lips. she gets on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his before opening the door again. “see ya.”

“are you hiding someone from me?” the girl, who’s just walked into the pitlane to head to the grid for the driver’s parade takes a step back with a clueless blink. “max keeps pestering me about the guest for tonight. something about p recognising the guy?”

she shrugs, eyebrows furrowed. “why do you just assume i always know more than you?”

liam shrugs as well, frowning. “i don’t know. everyone’s just always asking about our guest today,” liam says with a frown.

realistically, she feels bad lying straight through her teeth to everyone. but she doesn’t need anyone messing with her when the truth happens to come out before the race starts. it’s just not something she thinks she needs.

besides, everybody will find out after the race. she will just explain herself then.

“i’ve got no idea what’s going on with our garage today,” she takes a sip from her pepsi, blinking at liam innocently. “guess we’ll find out later?”

“find what out?” oscar tilts his head as they come to a stop right by him and lando, waiting for the truck to start their lap around the track.

“why max and lando keep lingering outside our racing home today,” liam frowns. “i’m not the centre of attention and it’s simply absurd.”

lando sighs, shaking his head. “i know. i was at your side of the paddocks more than i’ve been at my own.”

she shrugs with a small grin. “someone kinda famous, i guess. according to p, at least.”

“it’s not jacob elordi again, is it?” carlos pokes his head between lando’s and hers, furrowing his eyebrows. he turns to her, met with an unamused stare and head tilt. he shrugs. “just curious. who knows if you’re seeing him again?”

she looks around their huddle, suddenly greeted by curious stares and raised eyebrows. she throws her arms in the air and shakes her head. “i’m not seeing jacob again! i haven’t seen him since the miami race last year! please let it go!”

alex narrows his eyes down with a small smirk. “you sound like you know something about andretti’s special guest.”

“you liar!” liam screams.

“i don’t!” she turns to liam with her arms in the air. she turns to alex and scowls. “why are you stirring drama? i don’t know anything about who andretti’s decided to give their stupid pass to this weekend, okay?”

alex hums, pressing his lips together. “that’s not what logan told me.”

“why would logan know anything about andretti’s guest this weekend? i’ve barely seen him.”

he shrugs, “i really thought that would break you.”

“nice try,” oscar sighs, shaking his head. “you really don’t know anything?”

she shakes her head. “i really don’t. now can we please talk about something else?”

liam had been walking out of his driver’s room, on his way down for the race start when he heard two voices coming from the room next to him. normally, it would have been okay, considering he knew blythe would be around tonight.

but it’s a man’s voice, which makes it all the more intriguing.

“don’t forget to watch the purple car — i’m in the andretti, okay? not the red bull, not the ferrari or the bright papaya that’s the mclaren,” he hears her say. “you’re here to watch me.”

liam furrows his eyebrows, stepping towards the door with light feet to minimise the sounds to reduce suspicion. he presses his ear against the door.

“i don’t even know what a ferrari is.”

he hears her laugh, followed by footsteps approaching the door. “i’ll see you later, malt. love you.”

the door clicks, prompting liam to hurl himself towards the stairs leading downstairs, stumbling and sliding down a couple of steps. liam pulls himself up with the railing, trying to ignore the way he can hear the confusion as the door closes.

“what are you doing?”

liam hops up to his feet, one of his foot sliding off at the edge of the steps. he coughs to cover it up and shakes his head. “i’m just super excited to be racing in vegas.”

she tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows. “are you sure? is something wrong?”

he shakes his head. “nope. nothing.”

perhaps she will break the news to him after the race? he doesn’t think he’s ever heard her say that phrase to anyone, much less know anyone called ‘malt’. what even is that name? did somebody actually name their kid malt?

“you don’t have anything to ask me?” she bites down on her lip, trying to keep the laugh in.

truthfully, she had heard the door rattle a couple of times and assumed that liam was being nosey outside her driver’s room. she’s more surprised that her teammate is not probing her for a more defined answer other than a shrug.

“i guess,” liam shrugs dejectedly.

he just wants her to tell him instead of having to ask her outright.

“alright, mate,” she laughs, furrowing her eyebrows. “by the way, you’re coming for ice cream tonight, right? i’ve got someone i want you to meet.”

that’s another race she finishes on the podium, on the bottom step behind checo and max. it’s absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she’s got a special guest in her garage watching, the car was just good.

she knows that because liam’s finished directly behind her. she would have given him the podium if sebastian hadn’t insisted that there’s no driver swap necessary and that it would only be riskier to do so.

she climbs out of the car, eyes crinkled towards the team gathered behind the barriers for her. she tears all of her headgear off and immediately runs forward to where her team is gathered.

“amazing!” sebastian screams, arms wide open as she starts to approach them. “good job, kid!”

she screeches, hopping over to where they are with her fists in the air. “i did it! i literally love vegas! year after year, all vegas does is give me is bangers!”

she jumps into sebastian’s arms, cheering along with her team of mechanics with their arms wrapped around her as well. “yay! another podium for me!”

she pulls away and pushes her hair away from her face and sighs. she looks around the crowd. “where’s blythe and matt? did you not bring them over?”

sebastian grins with a shrug. “they’re in the back of the crowd — blythe said she wasn’t sure if you wanted to be seen with him right now so they’re lingering somewhere back there.”

she sighs and grabs sebastian’s shoulders, nodding. “could you get them here to the front?” from the corner of her eye, she sees liam approaching her. “i’ll get back to you.”

“hey, congrats!” liam cheers, throwing himself around her and holds her tightly against him. “i know you had somebody in your room earlier and i know damn well it wasn’t blythe.”

“i know. you rattled the door with all your moving,” she whispers her answer before bubbling into a laugh. she drops her head slightly as a blush slowly creeps up her cheeks. “i’m seeing somebody.”

“i also know that,” liam grins, a hand still on the small of her back. “do i get to meet him?”

“obviously. do you know how difficult it’s been to keep him out of everyone’s sight all day?” she snorts, rolling her eyes. “i promise you’ll get to meet him.”

“hey, rocky!” she whirls back towards the crowd and shrieks at the sight of her sister, then matt standing behind her. “congratulations on the podium, mate!”

“blythe! thank you!” she hops over once more, arms held out and immediately engulfed into a hug by her younger sister. “thank you so much for coming. i know you have a tournament in a couple of days.”

blythe shrugs, grinning cheekily at her. “well, you did pay for my flight… so anything for you.”

the young girl quickly takes whatever she can of a step back and gestures for matt to take a step forward. “hey, congrats! if i didn’t know any better, i’d have said you made it on the podium to make sure everyone knew i had such an amazing girlfriend.”

she rolls her eyes, hitting him in the chest softly. “shut up,” she snorts with an eye roll before she takes a step forward to pull him in for a hug. “thank you for coming and staying all weekend to watch my race.”

“obviously, how could i not take up the chance on your paddock passes?” he whispers in her ear, pulling away. he pinches her cheeks and pulls very lightly, leaning down to mush their lips together. “thanks again, by the way.”

she giggles, cheeks flushing as she tries to ignore the flashes rapidly going off around them. “how can i not?”

“oh.” liam walks up to them and leans on the railing, looking between them. “how rude — you’re not going to introduce your teammate at all to the man you’re kissing?”

she turns around. “i have an interview to do. i’ll introduce you guys later,” she scoffs, smiling apologetically at matt before shoving liam away. she looks back over her shoulder. “i’ll be with you later again i promise.”

she doesn’t notice the dutchman awaiting his interview, eyes wide and jaw dropped at what he had just witnessed happen towards the andretti side of the area. what a revelation.

“what do we have here?” she flinches as she opens the door, taken aback by the taller man — men — who stand in the porch of the racing home with arms over their chests. matt huffs when she walks right into his body, stumbling slightly and hands coming up to grab her shoulder firmly. “i saw you kissing a man after the race.”

she lifts an eyebrow. “okay? indeed i was.”

max tilts his head with a small grin, pushing her aside. the girl stumbles over her feet, matt nervously trying to steady her by reaching out to grab her arm. max holds his hand out. “i’m max. i can fight.”

“max!” she shrieks, pushing max’s arm away before it can be grabbed cordially. “what is wrong with you? that’s not how you introduce yourself!”

but as she’s preoccupied with max, to her horror, she’s turned back around and the other 3 have already surrounded the poor boy with furrowed eyebrows and questions spilling past their lips.

who are you, where do you live, what are your intentions with rocky, how long have you known her, who even are you? and this is exactly why she hesitated even bringing him to the race to watch her.

“hey, what are you doing? stop doing that!” she cries, running back around to try and shoo off alex, george and lando who have well invaded her boyfriend’s personal space. before she can take 3 steps away, max grabs her shoulder and yanks her back toward him to hold her in place. “you guys are embarrassing me! you’re worse than my siblings!”

“oh, you’ve met her siblings!” alex cheers for a moment before wiping the smile from his face. “so? what are they gonna do to protect you? they’re so much younger.”

“hey! those are my sisters and brother you’re talking about!”

“ah, you get what i mean,” alex waves her off, snorting softly. he returns his attention to the boy with a small amused grin. “so? you plan on answering our questions, mate? we’ll be here all night if you don’t.”

the brunette grins, green eyes piercing into their own. “i’m matt cornett. i’m an actor,” he points shyly at her, held hostage by max, “she’s my girlfriend.”

“girlfriend?” lando screams incredulously, throwing his head back in disbelief. he turns to the girl and points at matt. “you found yourself a boyfriend? did you use our advice?”

she stares at them, blinking with a toothy and fearful grin. “why… would i use your shit advice?”

“why wouldn’t you?” alex furrows his eyebrows with a small scowl on his face. “you’re so bad at dating — how did you–”

“don’t you look a little familiar?” george starts softly, pointing at matt with squinted eyes. “have we met?”

“last year in vegas at the club when you dragged me out and i was the designated driver,” she mumbles, rolling her eyes. “we met out in the balcony while i tried to escape the horrors of the drunk people downstairs before logan came and pulled me out to go home.”

alex turns to her stiffly with a finger pointed at her. “we weren’t talking to you.”

she raises her eyebrows. “okay, sorry i tried speaking to you. i thought we were friends.”

“we’re getting to know him. we already know enough about you,” lando adds on, waving his hand in the air to dismiss her. “how long have you guys been dating?”

“5… almost 6 months?” matt blinks, smiling slightly to mask the fear he’s slightly feeling.

“ah,” alex nods. “where’d you go take her on a date? better be a nice place — that’s the princess of the grid you’re with. we protect her. i don’t care what her parents said to you.”

“it’s true. i almost beat somebody up in some alley last year for her,” max boasts with a proud smile and his chest puffed out. “even almost sued the crap out him. i would’ve ruined that man’s life if she asked me to.”

max feels the girl patting his shoulder. “not a flex, max… stop talking.”

“we went out to this really nice place in miami,” matt starts explaining softly, choosing his words carefully. “then we went out for ice cream afterwards.”

lando hums, pressing his lips together. he squints and takes a step forward closer to matt. “what’s her ice cream order?”

“rocky road ice cream with extra marshmallows.”

george shrugs. “if he knows that already, seems like we shouldn’t be here anymore,” george turns. “see you around, mate.”

a hand forcefully turns george back to face matt. “we’re not done yet, george. stay here.”

“oh, i didn’t know you were all already here!” oscar laughs, heads turning towards the bottom of the stairs leading up the andretti racing home. “heard you were kissing a boy after the race, mate. had to come and find out what that was all about.”

she sighs, throwing her head back. “yes, there’s even photographic evidence circulating the f1 gossip pages if you look deep enough,” she answers in a deep tone to mimic oscar, “it doesn’t take a genius.”

she gestures towards matt. “my boyfriend. his name is matt.”

oscar grins. “oh, hey. what’s up, mate?”

matt opens his mouth to greet oscar and introduce himself, only to find himself cut off by max speaking out.

“have you made her cry?” max asks with wide eyes. “because one tear is every punch i get to throw without you running off to the media crying about it.”

“max–“

“oh, hey matt!” lily greets sweetly, finding her spot next to oscar on the porch, tangling herself into oscar’s arms. “did you manage to grab dinner with mick and blythe earlier? sorry i had to run.”

silence hangs in the air as lily finishes her sentence, heads turning to her with suspense. she looks around and blinks. “what?”

“you knew about matt?” oscar mutters, staring down at her blankly. “you never told me?”

lily shrugs with a polite smile. “wasn’t my relationship to hardlaunch.”

oscar shrugs, “i guess.”

only then does liam arrive with logan and ylona in tow. logan tilts his head in curiousity at the crowd that’s formed, and at the fact that his girlfriend’s just slipped out of his arms to run up the steps.

“rocky! congrats on the podium tonight!” ylona squeaks, throwing her arms around the younger girl. then she turns around with a wide smile. “sorry i couldn’t join you and blythe for dinner. lily and i had to find a bar to book a table with tonight for after the race.”

“you knew rocky’s dating matt too?” oscar almost shouts, absolutely bewildering at the vital information that seemed to be kept from them.

“rocky’s dating–“ logan finally looks past the crowd and finds the man surrounded by lando, george and alex. “didn’t we meet before? you look familiar.”

the brunette nods. “a club here in vegas this time last year.”

“wait a second,” liam puts a finger over his lip, “didn’t i meet you in new york? i took a picture of you guys, didn’t i? with rocky’s polaroid.”

matt nods again, eyes dropping to avoid the stares. “yes. i have that picture in my wallet still.”

“wait,” logan shakes his head. “you’ve met more than once in clubs?”

“well, you guys kept pulling me away rudely so we didn’t like… exchange socials until we ran into each other again in miami after my race win,” she explains softly.

logan then realises. “ylona, you knew about rocky’s boyfriend and you didn’t tell me?”

ylona shrugs, giving the same answer as lily. “not my relationship to yap about.”

max huffs. “so? what now? we just have to accept the fact you’ve got a boyfriend?”

“yes?” she cries with her arms in the air. “you guys are being so weird right now!”

— bonus

“foul,” logan mutters, shaking his head disapprovingly. “i can’t believe you didn’t tell me she has a boyfriend. when it’s rocky and a potential boyfriend, you tell us.”

lily shakes her head, poking her head out to look over at ylona. “you don’t have to. they’re just protective.”

ylona nods, pressing her lips together. “well, we met matt, you see. he’s a decent guy — didn’t seem like you guys had to run any more background checks on him than we already did.”

“nice,” oscar giggles, high fiving lily.

he looks ahead at the group walking down the strip to get ice cream first before heading to the club, her arms wrapped around matt’s as they walked and chatted with george.

“well, she does look happy,” oscar mutters. “i was afraid she was gonna end up and old maid with 20 cats in her home.”

logan scoffs. “she’s gonna end up with 20 cats regardless.”

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[f0point5]

The thing with the Daniel and comeback to Red Bull:

Christian Horner, when he loves a driver, he’s going to go to bat for them and support them. And so far I’ve seen him do that for Max, Daniel, and Sebastian. He offered Seb a place to come back to when the whole Ferrari dropping him for Carlos stuff happened. And Daniel, imo, has always been someone that Christian loves beyond just being a driver who was giving them wins during the brocedes dominance era. Like Daniel drove the car at Christian’s wedding — that’s family/personal.

So I’ve always felt that it’s more than just pr, at least personally between Daniel and rbr.

Also it’s not anyone’s job to make way for a younger talent. These men are doing jobs, they’re still either good or consistent and provide value to the teams they’re in. So it really isn’t their place to be like “oh no I’m over 30 I must retire so some 20 year old can replace me.” No it’s on the teams to make that decision, while the drivers show off their value.

And Daniel has at least achieved something/shown that given the right machinery, he can win. Unlike say KMag or Nico hulkenberg.

100% agree it’s no one’s job to give new talent a chance. Everyone’s doing a job, and their job is to get results, f1 is not a development series. I do think some thought should be put into why it’s not profitable for teams to have rookies, and what can be done as a whole to facilitate more movement on the grid, but that’s a different thing. Drivers and even teams in isolation are not responsible for that.

I agree that Christian loves Daniel. You can see he has such an affection for him. Max is his golden goose but I think he loves Daniel like a little brother. That probably went into his idea to offer Daniel something, but I also don’t think he would have done it if it didn’t benefit him.

Side note, I really like how RB keeps a relationship with their drivers, regardless of whether they leave. Like how Alex is still involved with RB’s charity, how Seb is always welcomed there, Daniel, David Coulthard hanging around. I get such a family vibe from them.

[hollowwrites]

Blindsided

Part 11

Ominis x MC

Summary - Evelyn spends her first time at Hogwarts without Ominis.

This chapter gives me such Bella in New Moons vibes.

It’s a lot shorter than my other parts but that’s cause it’s just so sad and I want to get to happy couple Omilyn…right now!!

Warnings - Pain, Crucio, Anxiety, Everything we love about our boi Omi. All Characters aged up 18+

Word Count - 3037

~

“Can we go over it again?”

Sebastian rubbed his forehead. He had sat in a chair opposite Garreth for the better half of an hour, his Tri wizard uniform still clinging to him where blood and sweat had settled.

Garreth had come straight to Sebastian and Eve after having a conversation with his Aunt, shortly after the completion of the first trial. They had invited him to the Slytherin Common Room to discuss what she had said.

But that was an age ago and the conversation had gone nowhere.

“We’ve been over this, Evie…he’s gone” Sebastian mumbled, the guilt of knowing where Ominis was, was eating at him. He clung to his side, the ache of the Acromantula bite still throbbing, despite the treatment Nurse Blainey had forced upon him.

“It’s fine Seb. She’s just worried” Garreth stood putting his hand on Evelyns waist, to stop her pacing. “Sit, Eve, you’ll wear a hole through the floor” he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Evelyn sighed and sat on the coffee table, her leg bouncing from anxiety.

“I’m sorry, just…one more time. Maybe I’ve missed something” she said, the struggle to maintain her calm exterior quite clear.

“Okay.” He took her hands in his, rubbing soothing circles into her palms.

“I went to see my Aunt after the trial. I saw Ominis leaving her office. He told me to look after you and then headed straight to the transfiguration floo flame. Didn’t even get the chance to ask what he meant by that. When I spoke to my Aunt, she said he was authorising some time off but wouldn’t say what for. She tried to press him for more information, saying she has a duty of care to make sure he’s safe but he refused…I’m inclined to believe her. I’m sorry I can’t be of anymore help” Garreth repeated for the third time.

“Thank you, Garr.” She sighed

“Come on mate, I’ll let you out. Don’t know what that snake will do to a Gryffindor trying to leave.” Sebastian stood ushering Garreth out.

Before he left, Garreth placed a hand on Eves shoulder and gave her a squeeze. They both filtered out, leaving Evelyn alone.

Maybe she was overreacting.

It had only been a few hours.

But they were inseparable…

…and he’d…kissed her.

Although the conversation with Professor Weasley did seem to imply…Ominis was gone.

~

It had been three days.

And no one had heard from Ominis.

Lessons had gone by in a bit of a blur. She hadn’t paid attention to a single one. Her body was possessed, making its way from lesson to lesson out of instinct. Until the work day had ended, and she found herself curled up on the large common room sofas, waiting for a tall blond Slytherin to walk down the staircase.

Each night, Sebastian came out to check on her, pulling a blanket over her and leaving her a glass of water.

He had to pretend he wasn’t worried. But Ominis had said he would only be gone a day maybe two. Tipping into the third day made Sebastians’ chest tight. But what could he do? He’d told Evelyn he didn’t know where he was.

I’ll give him one more day…then I’m telling her

~

The next day came with an unwelcome announcement.

Today and Friday would be practise for the Yule Ball.

As the Slytherin and Gryffindor student filtered into the Great Hall, an overwhelming feeling of teenage angst filled the room.

Typically, the boys were loudly complaining that the dance was stupid. The girls moaned the boys weren’t taking it seriously. Everyone was furious that the Slytherins had to partner with a Gryffindor, and Sebastian and Imelda were upset they couldn’t practise with each other.

After a brief demonstration of the proper dancing etiquette, and a stern talking to about the where not to put your hands, the hall erupted into chatter. Couples breaking off and dancing in the centre. Professor Weasley and Sharp paced around the hall between the dance partners, issuing guidance and the occasional swift slap to wandering hands.

Garreth approached Evelyn, off to the side, with a sympathetic smile.

“Neither of us can dance with who want to so…” he bowed deeply in front of her, offering her his hand “Would you give me the distinct honour of going to the practise ball with me?”

“Of course” she smiled warmly “There’s no one else in Gryffindor I’d rather dance with” she said spying Leander out of the corner of her eye. He was approaching Imelda. “Oh Prewett is feeling brave” they both turned towards them.

Sebastian had already agreed to dance with Cressida, a decision he had quickly come to regret. She was loudly chastising him for stepping on her feet and not correctly performing the routine. He rolled his eyes and spun her closer to Imelda and Leander, listening intently. Though the spin was executed perfectly, Cressida continued her scolding.

Imelda peeked over Leanders shoulder at Sebastian, smirking. She agreed to dance with the lanky Gryffindor, though her nose turned up when his hand fell to her waist.

The ‘dance’ between Imelda and Sebastian made Evelyns heart ache. They were so in love. The playful outdoing of each other and sly looks they shot as they danced near each other was…painful.

Ominis would hate this

It wasn’t until Garreth turned her away from them that she remembered, she was supposed to be dancing. Garreth had guided her to the dance floor whilst she tortured herself staring at happy couples and awkward encounters alike.

This could be us

Her mind swirled of images of her dancing with Ominis, his touch on her waist light and commanding. She suspected he would be good at dancing, the way he held himself was already graceful, she just needed to slot herself along side him and he would do the rest.

Or perhaps he would refuse, and they would stand off to the side gossiping about their friends and revelling in the drama of it all. She exhaled a silent laugh, imagining regaling Ominis with the tale of Imelda and Sebastian.

‘Thank goodness I’m blind’

She heard him clear as day in her mind.

This was a bit too much.

And Garreth noticed.

He pulled her towards his chest, rocking her slightly back and forth. To hell with etiquette. Better this than allow her to embarrass herself crying at a practise ball.

Professor Weasley walked by, opening her mouth to chide her nephew for setting a bad example. He looked at his Aunt and shook his head. Perhaps she could allow this one little indiscretion. She nodded before walking on.

“Eve?” Garreth lowered his head, his hair falling over both his and her face “Do you want leave?“

She pulled her head back up. Her face was flushed but not splotchy. So she hadn’t been crying? Progress. She smiled emptily up at Garreth.

“Thanks Garr. But I’m fine” she swallowed thickly “I’m past being upset now…I’m just worried” she took a step back to take up the proper dance position, holding his shoulder and hand whilst his other fell to her waist. They stepped in tempo with everyone else, their bond making it easy to perform the simple routine. And Garreths playful nature made it easy to have fun.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Ev” he looked at her earnestly “I’d be devastated if Anne had gone missing. If I hadn’t the ability to write her whilst she was ill…I don’t know…I may have gone mad. I have no clue what you’re going through.”

“Did you know he kissed me before he left?” She said blankly

“I didn’t no.” She felt his hand tighten around hers, his lips curling upwards into a small smile “Thats good though isn’t it?”

“What if it was a good bye kiss…”

“Did it…feel like a good bye kiss?” he asked. They were close, he considered Evelyn to be one of his best friends, but he had no idea if she would be comfortable with this line of questioning.

She thought about the way Ominis’ arm clung to her and pulled her closer. The way his tongue lapped at her parted lips…

“I’m going to guess based on the lovely shade of pink you have turned that it wasn’t a good bye kiss” Garreth teased, watching her cheeks blush brightly. The tiniest hint of a smile plucked at her lips. He pushed her away into a spin, the tiny smile erupting into a giggle.

“I don’t think it was”

“Then try not to worry. He’ll come back. He’s probably just forgotten to tell you he was doing something. I know he’s all regal and…princely…” Garreth struggled with the words but continued anyway “but at the end of the day, he’s a man. We’re all a little bit stupid”

She almost agreed, her worry subsided for a fraction of a second…

Before the huge double doors slammed open and ‘little’ Lucan Brattleby stood panting in the doorway.

“Mr Brattleby, sixth year practise is tomorrow.” Professor Sharp shouted from across the hall “You will get your chance to-“

“Yeah, not bothered by all that, Sallow, Hollow…You’re gonna wanna see this”

~

The Hospital Wing.

Of course, when he got back he’d be in the Hospital Wing.

Lucan had told Sebastian and Evelyn that he’d seen Ominis entering the Infirmary as he was leaving, after the ‘little’ Gryffindor took a pretty bad Diffindo to the side. They’d immediately made their way there and as they burst through to the ward, he was there.

“…with all due respect, Miss Blainey” Ominis spat “I know a little bit more about Dark Magic than you do. Give me some Wiggenweld so I can be on my way”

“Ah, Miss Hollow and Mr Sallow perhaps you can speak some sense into Mr Gaunt” she looked Ominis up and down before turning on her heels to deal with another student, lying on one of the bed, moping.

Ominis seemed surprised that they were here. Like he couldn’t hear them.

“…Damn it” he muttered

His casual and unbothered attitude, angered Evelyn. Almost as though he didn’t care that she’d spent the last three day fretting.

“Ominis Gaunt” she tried to check her tone, she really did, but speaking through clenched teeth has a way of making someone sound…angry “Where the bloody hell have you been?!”

“Not anymore” he approached the pair ushering them out of the Hospital Ward. His lips had the faintest smile upon them.

“What?”

“I’m not Ominis Gaunt anymore” he exhaled a breathe of relief, lips curling into a satisfied smile.

“So everything went to plan?” Sebastian spoke finally.

“Clearly not” Ominis muttered, pointing to the Ward behind him.

“I knew you knew where he was” she jabbed at Sebastian’s chest whilst he looked sympathetically at her “What went to plan? Whats happening? If someone doesn’t explain what the hell is going on I’m going to…”

Her next breath almost choked her. As Ominis strained to hear what direction she came from, she finally saw the reason why. He turned his head to reveal a nasty purple bruise creeping up his neck and partially over his ear. In the centre, the familiar intricate swirl of The Cruciatus Curse. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind before she grabbed at his collar, his eyes going wide as she pulled him down to her eyeline “Why have you been cursed? Who did this?”

“Which of those twenty questions would you like me answer first?” He snatched his collar away from her, smoothing out his shirt. He had only ever sounded like this twice. When he shouted at her leaving the Undercroft for the first time and when he confronted Sebastian about the Relic.

The audacity for him to speak to her like that right now.

“Do not get snippy with me. I have not slept worrying about you. You…you just left me…” the pair gravitated towards each other unlike Sebastian had ever seen. The usual delicate dance between the two of them was shattered as they squared up to one another.

These were his best friends…

“I’ll leave you two to talk” He said touching Ominis’ shoulder. “It’s good to see you” Ominis nodded to Sebastian and he left.

Several seconds went by as the two of them faced off in hallway. Ominis raised his wand, the familiar echo charm humming inches from her face. His face contorted as he tried to hear her, feel her, but his damaged ear made it harder than usual. She found herself…softening.

”Where were you?” She finally asks, her voice small.

”I- I went to see my family” he admits

”Your…family?” her mind flooded full of pictures of his scarred and marred body “Merlin…they cursed you”

”Yes…my brother…he-“

”Why…why would you do that to yourself?” Her tone was accusatory. She flinched at the sound of it leaving her own lips and prayed he didn’t think she was saying he brought this on himself. He didn’t.

”Do you remember my Aunt Noctuas’ final letters that you found?” She nods, her mind swirling and racing, she forgot he can’t actually see her “Originally I intended to take them to my Aunts friend and give him some closure…but he told me she had left me everything in her will. We used her money to legally separate myself from that family…I’m not burdened by them anymore” he smiled and a breath left him that it seemed like he had been holding for years.

”But you were never a ‘Gaunt’, Ominis, Why did it matter so much?” His eye twitched

”Because my family are talked about in the streets of Hogsmeade. Because students and teachers and strangers assume the worst in me. Because I have made no friends, no connections based on that name. The only people who ever dared approach me are Sebastian, Anne…and You” his voice increased in volume like she had never heard it, until it cracked at the mention of her. His whole body deflated like he has been defeated and his voice was quiet again “Because they wanted you”

”Me?”

”There is a Swedish Pureblood family with the name Hollow. They found out that you existed and thought you were related. After Fifth year when you saved everyone and your ancient magic became more common knowledge, they wanted you. They wanted a Gaunt with the powers of ancient magic. They insisted I propose but shortly after found out that you were…muggleborn. They said such horrible and disgusting things about you…” his eyes glazed over more than usual like he was reliving all those memories right in front of her

“…and I… agreed so that they wouldn’t assume we were involved. If they thought their son had feelings for…” he gripped her arms now looking down at her with his sightless eyes

“I have lied and clawed and bent over backwards to get them to leave you alone just because they’re worried their son would get involved with a muggleborn witch. That I would tarnish the Gaunt name. They don’t need to worry about that anymore. You’re safe.”

She was quiet for a while. The grip he maintained on her arms was strong, as though he believed if she let go she’d disappear

”Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped” she managed

“Evelyn” he breathed almost amused “They would have done unspeakable things to you on sight…”

”And I can do them back. Ominis…they hurt you-“

”And they would do worse to you!” His voice raised once again “I am protecting you, I am always protecting you. Why do you think I have not made any advances toward you? It is not because I am not interested. It is because I am scared! If I’d have told you my plans…Would you have allowed me to go home without you?”

”No becau-“

”And do you know, fully know, what they would have done to you knowing full well that you are muggle born?”

”No…” she muttered her voice cracking

”I do… I can’t stand the idea of them getting their claws into you. You’re too…good for that. Too perfect”

”I am not perfect, Ominis”

”You are to me…”

She was silent, looking deep into his eyes. Never had she met someone with such emotion held in the depth of his eyes. Like tiny oceans of hurt and anxiety. But right now…all she saw was love.

“I am sorry I hurt you. I am sorry I left but I do not regret a thing. We…We can be together now, free of that wretched name”

Finally, the grip he had on her arms relented. His fingers cupped her elbows, thumbs stroking along her forearms.

”If you will still have me. I know our kiss…it was rushed it…it was not what I thought our first kiss would be but…it is all that I have clung to for three days. The idea that you were waiting…” It was the first time she’d ever properly seen him blush. The lightest pink dusted across his cheeks as he spoke.

”I was waiting…” she whispered, her fingers touching across the pastel shading of his cheekbones. She laughed breathlessly “I’m not angry at you I’m…I thought I’d done something wrong. I’ve spent the past three days concerned that your feelings had changed for me and that you’d left. Petty little teenage…it doesn’t matter…Meanwhile you were…in pain and alone. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there”

”I’m sorry I left” he breathed again

Her hands cupped his face, he seemed so heavy in her hands, as though this was the first time he had allowed himself to truly relax. The first time he didn’t have a weight on his chest.

She reached up to him wrapping her arms around his neck, completely forgetting about the bruise encompassing his right side. He winced, but reached an arm behind her anyway when she tried to retreat.

“I can handle the pain for a second just…stay” he murmured into her neck and could feel his lips as he spoke. They stayed holding each other for a second before she pulled away, taking his hand.

“Come on, I have Wiggenweld. Lets get you fixed up”

Masterlist

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: hsmtmts 2x01-2x12

gina saying ‘i’m gonna make my mark’ while walking through nini and ricky, causing them to break their handhold…yeah.

poor gina, she likes ricky so much

that was harsh, ricky didn’t deserve that.

oh my God, nini’s ‘team kourt’ pullover is so cute

blondie has a great voice but she’s a shit person, i have to say

kourt, ash and gina did so good but i kinda wish ashs voice wasn’t at the forefront

i officially hate blondie, how dare her laugh at big red falling???

ashlyn as belle my beloved <3

I KNEW SHE WAS A SPY

the hearts on nini’s face, aw

lmfaoooo he’s in denver

‘…i’m taking it in stride’ ‘you’re dressed in all black’ pls

big red saying valentine’s day is centered around the color red so he should have it on lock and pointing to his hair was hilarious i love him

ricky definitely has some buried feelings for gina cause there’s no other reason why their scenes are now slightly awkward in that cute way it is when characters have mutual feelings for each other and don’t know how to act esp when one half is in a relationship 🤭

‘there are just some things i tell you that i don’t tell anybody else’ ‘i think we do that for each other’ who else is doing it like them? definitely not rini lmao

not ricky shushing gina cause nini’s calling??? now why would he do that if he didn’t feel slightly guilty for hanging out with her? emotionally cheating ricky we love you🫂

big red and ashlyn are so adorable together

GOD RICKY AND THE CHOCOLATES, I CANT BREATHE

the way ricky immediately sent that text to gina, he’s so fucking obvious 😭

‘love you, mom!’ seb is so cute

kourt as lead when??

ricky’s fucking face when he sees nini’s voicemail and gina’s text 😭

reds song was saurrr cute

ricky’s down so bad, gina didn’t even say anything funny and he immediately lost it

‘what, do i need to send you a random box of chocolates to prove it? 😏’ gina is literally the only one so far who brings out ricky’s flirty side

‘i go big, gina. you know that.’ GOD

kinda wanna throw hands with mr mazzara for being there for ej but not willing to be there for ricky earlier

need someone to notice something’s wrong with gina and hug her

is gina leaving again? kinda getting that vibe

gina’s performance was AMAZING

WOW i think that’s genuinely the best cover of ‘the climb’ i’ve ever heard

‘i’ve never been accused of being speechless’ 🫂

oh wow, they stole their beauty and the beast idea

‘i’m ready to come home’

‘what would you ask your future self?’ ‘trick question, gaston’s dead!’ he’s not wrong 😭

ricky’s allergic to change and it’s definitely his parents fault

‘i wouldn’t quit on us, if i wasn’t moving away’

‘nini’s back and…he’s so happy now’ SHE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY, TOO!!!!

espionage 😭😭

gina finally got a hug 🥹

ricky saying he’d ask if the beast and belle were still together in the future + nini writing that song…yeah, they were built to fall apart

‘oh my God, is your phone hungry?!’ lmfaoooo

‘do you really think they’d steal from us?’ ‘i would :D’ pls?? gina’s so funny 😭

‘if you leave me unsupervised with their costumes i cannot promise i won’t go all gina 1.0 in there’ lmfao i love her

the way i gasped in sync with everyone else when that kid called the costume fugly 😭

ricky and nini is the worst relationship on the show

OH MY GOD???

okay, i did NOT see howie being the beast coming

‘miss jen, we didn’t break anything’ ‘would you like me to be the first?’ miss jen said her hands are rated E for everyone

‘keep our heads down and our chins up’ ‘i don’t think that’s physically possible’ ‘it’s an expression, sebastian!’ she’s so done with him 😭

rini needs to end, they aren’t good together at all

i already hate ej’s dad, he sounds so full of himself and he’s only said a few words lmao

kourt’s mom is the best parent on the show i fear

damn, all the relationships are imploding this ep

i would’ve preferred gina and ej just being friends tbh

i feel bad for nini and ricky of course, but their relationship was not it

okayyyy an andi mack reunion!! i’m here for it!

i love the song and video they made, i just wish ricky was there, too

gina is so damn shippable cause why am i here thinking her and jack would be cute together

ricky’s song is so good

ej showing up at the airport…ricky should’ve ran into gina there on his way home and they should’ve taken an uber together or something

‘i think i may have played troy at one point’ pls 😭

lily’s incredibly annoying

seblos 🥹

oh fuck, ricky fell 😭

the musical is really good

A BIG BROTHER FIGURE, I’M CRYING

lily stole the harness, didn’t she?

well.

‘i’ve always seen your name in lights’ oh my God, they’re so cute!!!

why can’t gina ever just be happy?!?

Gina and nini’s friendship (i use that word loosely lmao) is cute

nini being more upset about her and gina than ricky and gina…she doesn’t give a fuck about him dkgjfjs

oh wow, gina’s definitely gonna introduce nini to her brother

‘are you happy?’ miss jen is already better than both of ricky’s parents just by asking that simple question

i’m so glad they dropped out

oh brother

the cast performing you are the music in me 🫶🏻🥹

aww, olivia crying 🥺

that’s a wrap on s2 and if you made it to the end of this lb, pat yourself on the back lmfao

[cyberphuck]

Anime Club!

Seb and I are starting a two-person anime club where we each recommend an anime and watch one episode of each every day (or most days) and jot down some thoughts about it. (very, very, VERY old friends of mine might recall Saturday Night Anime Club, which was a weekly livestream I used to have where we'd watch four or five episodes of different series. I watched a lot of series back then that I wouldn't have seen otherwise.) We’re starting with Serial Experiments Lain and THE BIG O!

Serial Experiments Lain E01

Prewatch: I've been sort of avoiding watching this series because I have a loathing of 2000's era anime (why are the colors so washed out, please, it's okay to make something red), but that era is the one Seb grew up with, so a lot of these series are close to his heart and he kept encouraging me to watch at least one of them. I've heard of Serial Experiments Lain, but I have absolutely no idea what it's about, so I'm going in blind.

My Episode Summary: First of all, the opening theme sounds like it was sung by The Cranberries?? Like it's not them but it sounds exactly like them. The opening is a mix of the main character floating around with a sleepy look on her face.

Seb: Trans girls really like this series.

The episode opens with a schoolgirl committing suicide by jumping off a building. Later, Lain sees one of her classmates crying, and hears that the "dead" girl has been sending emails to her friends, who think it's a cruel prank.

Me: *Lain is taking off her jacket* are we gonna get schoolgirl nakedness? This seems like a schoolgirl nakedness kind of show

When Lain gets home (to her weirdly sparse room), she puts on her Internet Bear Hat and logs into her futuristic email, where she finds she's also received a message from the dead girl, who says her body is gone but she's still alive, and that she's with God.

Me: If you're a protagonist in a serious 2000's anime, your parents hate you and each other.

Lain goes to her dad, who is surrounded by computer monitors, surfing the web (and looking at headless people?). He laments that Lain's mom doesn't seem to understand that the internet is the wave of the future, but is delighted when Lain asks for a better computer.

Me: Seriously Lain's expression is always "oh my god I'm so high right now"

On the train to school, the cars suddenly jolt to a stop and the conductor announces there's been an "accident." Later Lain either hallucinates, visualizes, or witnesses another one of her female classmates committing suicide by train. Her face warps eerily just before the train hits her.

Later, Lain sees the building-suicide girl walking on the road and stops to talk to her, asking her "where are you?"

Me: Runaway train never goin back, school girl on a Japanese track Seb: You don't know what's happening yet but-- Me: I definitely don't know what's happening in this show

Thoughts: I got a lot of Satoshi Kon vibes, especially from the opening scene. The actual art style is just bog-standard 2000's stuff but the blocky background cut outs are actually really cool.

I'm really intrigued by the premise of this show, even though Lain is always wearing O_O face. Something about anime schoolgirls comitting suicide is just engaging. The series is only 13 episodes, so I'm looking forward to a lot of weird shit happening in a short period of time.

BIG O E01

Prewatch: Seb described this as "the show that looks like Batman the Animated Series" and we both remember it being referenced on 2003 Teen Titans. It was on Toonami when I was a teenager so seeing clips from it is kind of jarring. I've seen one or two episodes from this series and I know it's about a guy, a girl, a giant robot, and like. A train?? But I don't remember much else.

My Episode Summary:

Me: Are buttons the main export of this city?

"I'm Roger Smith. I'm very good at my job." *Proceeds to be extremely bad at his job*

Roger Smith is a negotiator; the show opens on him pulling into an abandoned hangar and exchanging a briefcase full of money for a young girl. When the young girl's father shows up,  however, he says that's not his daughter, it's an android who looks like her. Roger tries to get the money back by detonating a bomb inside the briefcase and then flying it out of the bad guys' car, but it gets shot open and the money spills everywhere. Fail.

Seb's right, this artstyle looks *just* like BtAS.

Me: Wait go back, *what* happened and everyone lost their memory? *rewinds* Oh, right, nothing happened and everyone lost their memory.

Roger returns to his home and talks to his butler, who informs him that a young lady has come to see him. It's "Dorothy," the android that isn't the old dude's daughter. She says that she needs Roger to be her bodyguard and refuses to take no for an answer.

Seb: He does have like the yaoi proportions

(During an important action scene, Seb and I got the giggles and suddenly everything that was happening was the funniest thing ever.)

Roger and Dorothy go to an abandoned warehouse, where they find the old dude dying. He greets Dorothy as "Dorothy II" and says she's his real daughter (??) and then fukken dies. Roger gets an alert on his "about to be hit by a missle" watch and shoves Dorothy out of the way, then tells her to go and be bait for the bad guys since she's an android and she's stronger than a human.

Dorothy runs superduper fast as the bad guys shoot at her. While they're distracted, Roger blows them the FUCK up with two missiles shot from his car, which is something his car can do apparently. Then they get word from their cop friend-- a giant robot is attacking the Mint!

They get in the car and floor it to the Mint, where a giant robot is indeed trying to get the minting plates. Dorothy says something like "father, stop this!" and Roger gets out of the car, turns on his watch, and summons a giant robot.

(the crowd goes "yaaaay!" which was particularly funny to me.)

Big O and Crab Robot (also known as Dorothy I) battle in the street, wrecking a bunch of buildings in the process, which is probably bad. Dorothy II is still freaking out and goes running towards them, her arms making unsettling jiggly motions. The cop friend chases after *her,* telling her to get out of the way.

Meanwhile, Big O blows a hole in Crab Robot's chest. It falls down, straight towards Dorothy I and cop friend, while Roger goes "oh no!!" as if he's not sitting in the cockpit of a giant robot that could easily stop them from being crushed.

...why does the ending theme sound like a Boys II Men/Mariah Carey collaboration

Thoughts: This anime absolutely doesn't take itself seriously and I love it. The artstyle is fun to look at, though the action scenes are a little lackluster. The giant robots don't really have a big fight, they just kind of grab each other, which I guess is more realistic but not as exciting to watch. Still, I'm sure they're gonna get up to some interesting shenanigans over the course of the series. Of the two, I’m most interested in what happens in Lain. I hope Big O gets more exciting as the series goes on.

[littlemissidontcare]

Ok so I had new idea who the F that Conor girl was cuz I wasn’t in the fandom back in 2016, so I did some digging cuz I was curious. I went to her IG. I like her vibe (bummer, they’d have been cute) but that’s not why I came here. I found her post about the SAG strikes and i now have so much respect. She’s a working actor and is relatively successful (not seb level obvi but still was in a hit show) and she fully put it out there that she lost insurance?! That takes a lot of ego-less courage to do that. I feel a lot of actors try to keep an image up.

And then, we have AW’s post. Talking about how she wants it to end cuz she wants to share projects she’s done. It came off so entitled like “ughhh I wanna tell you guysss but I’m not alllowwwed!”

Even Margarita has been on the picket lines. I feel like seb should say something about these strikes too and he hasn’t. I can’t help but wonder if he’d say something or at least go to a picket line if he was dating someone who encouraged him to do so. Anyway sorry mod, that was long but I’ve been confused why seb hasn’t talked about strikes or been present. Even Jessica Cha stain is, so yeah I dunno sorry that’s long 😅hope you have a great day mod, your vibe is great. (First time submitting🥰)

First of all, WELCOME BABE ❤️

Second, I agree with everything you said. Annabelle’s post seemed very whiny, and I do think Seb should be saying something or participating..

[kingofthering]

what do you think about ships with Lewis? I think there is mainly:

* Lewis/Rosberg (there is so much angst here 😭)

* Lewis/Seb

* Lewis/Valtteri (I'm 50/50 on this one, I really struggle to see more than a friendship here)

* Lewis with younger guys like Lando or George

* and Lewis/Max but to me is a big no, but to each its own

also, what do you think about f1/motogp pairings?

* I remember reading some Fabio/Lando fics in 2019

* I've also seen a few Marc/Carlos fics

and (I promise it's the last one) what do you think about Fabio/Maverick?

have a good day! ☺️

Okay, so. The first part of this might be really boring because Lewis is not really someone my brain wants to ship with other people? (actually, wrong, I 100% support whatever he has going one with Miles Chamley-Watson, give me more)

He’s not the only person my brain does that with, not even the only F1 driver, but, yeah.

Brocedes

I see the appeal. I’ve said it before, I can really dig a dynamic where there is an ennemies bit at some point. Maybe I’d need to give some fics a chance and I’d enjoy them, I wouldn’t be surprised about that, just haven’t done it yet.

Sewis

I don’t see it. Friends, yes, for sure, more so in the second part of Seb’s carreer, but I think that’s it. I know they’re very popular and I’ve seen them as a background pairing in some fics I’ve read but I don’t know, they don’t work romantically in my head and I’m fairly sure they don’t work sexually either.

Lewis/Valtteri

Friends and I adore their friendship also I do feel sad for Valtteri when I see some stuff from the Merc dominance era and what they asked of him as a number 2 driver.

I see Valtteri as a really nice guy and I love how into cycling and supporting his wife he is. It’s in fic and RPF mode that I can’t perceive him, so, that doesn’t help either.

Lewis/Lando

No. I can understand why, kind of, maybe for a one nightstand, but no.

Lewis/George

Honestly, I want to say why not, in some context, maybe more AU ones than their current situation at Merc.

Lewis/Max

Max is someone that I can ship with a lot of people in different kind of ways (Charles, Daniel, Lando, Rico, etc) but Lewis no. I see them as way too different for something to work there.

Fabio/Lando

I adore rare pairs but I admit I’m not exactly sure where this one is coming from besides the pics from AD 2019? I like both of them on their own but I don’t really see them having vibes that mesh together, I must admit.

Marc/Carlos

So, you’re talking to the person who is responsible for 50% of their tag on AO3 (a whooping 3 out of 6 works, one of them is my prompts fills collection and I have 3 mini stories dedicated to them) and I also wrote a whole primer for them (and did two gifsets about them). But like, I am normal about them, I swear.

They just work so well? Like, you can tell that they have fun when they have to film stuff together and they’re big supporters of each other, Carlos helped Marc settle in Madrid when he got there, they train together sometimes, Carlos was at the Marquez place to watch the Japan-Spain game during the World Cup and they look so boyfriends™️ in that whole sequence of All In.

They may not have had the same success so far in their carreer but they’re of similar age and they definitely understand each other, the pressure of their daily life and all that. They can both tease each other (as evidenced by numerous videos) (by the way, obvio que te gustaria and tú, cuando pruebas la mía still live rent free in my mind to this day). So, like I said : they work.

Look at them. Boyfriends.

Fabio/Maverick

I feel like I say this way too often and I need my brain to stop but my view of this pairing has forever been altered by Fabio answering Maverick when asked who on the grid he gets along with the least, in that podcast in February.

I started watching MotoGP too late to know them as teammates and I know there is some history™️ but yeah, my conception of them is tinted by that. Also Maverick is also one of the guys I don’t know how to perceive and I’m too influenced by what they show in MotoGP Unlimited (and I prob need to consume other content of him to really get him).

[guttcd]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 ➝ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 . 

do you still have a ‘top 3′ ? is it the same or has it changed ? who do you most want to get to know ?

“nah, not really. i kind of spent my first day trying to get to know everyone. everyone has been super nice. think i’d like to get to know naomi a little more. hopefully she isn’t too grossed out by the whole toe thing.” her nose crinkles slightly, “romi and jenny kind of seem spoken for already huh? guess it wouldn’t hurt to see where their heads are at. i thought rhys and seb would be closed off too but apparently they aren’t? confusing. callie... is very much my type but she wasn’t giving me ‘graft me’ vibes so we’ll see! early days and all of that fun stuff. come back tomorrow.” 

have any of the islanders surprised you ? in either a good or bad way.

“i think they've all surprised me in like, how stupid hot all of them are. seriously, where do you find these people?” a contemplative hum escapes her as she brings her knees up and wraps her arms around them. “i’m surprised that they aren’t as... fun as i thought they were gonna be? felt like a couple of them had their guard up or something. it’s only been a day though. some of them told me they were a bit put out by the whole casa thing so...” she shrugs.  “hopefully they feel a little better today!” 

do you get along with any of your fellow bombshells ?

“yes!” she remarks with a wide grin. “jude is a little rough around the edges but underneath all of that vape smoke and crass british lingo i can totally see a heart of gold. zeke has such a calming energy. he's the type to just tell it how it is and i totally dig it. stella is so freaking elegant. if she has one fan, it’s me. if she has no fans, i’m dead. angel is the epitome of human sunshine. for real, the funniest dude ever. dante is the sweetest man i have ever met and honestly? best threesome i’ve had in a while. really. ten out of ten stars, highly recommend.” she laughs, cheeks flushed slightly. “he’s a good sort. they all are. i’m so pumped to be on this journey with them!” 

how was the challenge for you ? what moment was most memorable ?

“your girl got to kiss some cuties!” all cheers and whoops, charlene pumps her fist excitedly in the air. “honestly, i don’t even care that we didn’t win, we had such a fun time. except for the toe sucking part.” an accusatory finger waves in the air as she leans in, brows furrowed. “by the way, which one of you freaks put that one in? is dan schneider one of the producers?”

did you share a bed with anyone ? how did that go ? do you think you’ll share with them again ?

“i shared with callie. it was alright. we didn’t cuddle or anything.” she tries her best not to look too disappointed but it’s written all over her face. “i don’t know if we will share a bed again tonight but if we do, maybe this time i’ll have the balls to actually pull a move.” if not with callie, at least someone willing to hold her a little if she gets scared again. 

do you think you’ll get chosen at the end of the week ?

there’s a pause, in which charlene takes the moment to consider what she wants to say.  “maybe? i’m kind of realizing i didn’t really do much grafting on my first day. i think… i think i was so excited to come to love island and to meet everyone that i kind of forgot this was a competition. bombshells competing to get picked. couples competing to be the most solid. everyone competing for a chance to make it to the end. i don’t know.” she thinks about  jenny and dante, about romi and jude, and can’t help but wonder if she would have had a better chance with the two OGs if she had been more aggressive with her grafting. if she had been more sexually forward from the beginning instead of trying to befriend them. “i think i gotta be more assertive! show these people that there’s more to me than just a pretty smile and a couple of lame jokes.” like that one. she gives the camera a determined grin. “i got this! hopefully i made a good enough first impression for them to give me a chance.”

[graftisms]

BEACH HUT CONFESSIONALS 07: CALLIE MICHAELS DAY TWENTY-NIGHT  ( CASA DAY 2 ) 

how was the challenge ?   what was the most memorable moment from it for you ?

“ it was fun, actually. i loved when everyone gets really competitive, and it was a bit of an ice breaker. i’m still embarrassed about my shitty lap dance, ”   she laughs,   “ but i think it’s hard to beat charlene sucking naomi’s toe as the most memorable night. that was pretty gnarly. ”

is there anyone you have chemistry with or see yourself wanting to get to know better ?

“ i think i want to get to know them all better today, actually. i’m still a little afraid i scared most of them away with my crabby attitude, so i’d like a bit of a do-over today. especially since naomi made it pretty clear that frankie is probably doing the same right now. ”   she can’t keep the bitterness out of her voice.   “ so far, i think i’ve been feeling chemistry best with angel. i know— a man, right ?   but seb and rhys have made it pretty clear they’re looking to make him their third, and i’m still convinced he’s gonna be up naomi’s arse by the end of the day, so i think i might leave it alone. i’ve really liked getting to know charlene so far. like, she’s someone i could see myself keeping in touch with, which kinda says a lot. and she’s hot. i wish i hadn’t blacked out when i kissed her, ”   she grimaces a little.   “ but i’ve been getting pretty serious friendship vibes from her, though romi is trying to tell me otherwise, so i don’t know. we’ll see how it goes. ”

do you see your fellow islanders hitting it off with anyone ?

“ romi and jude, right ?   i didn’t expect that, i will say. i’m happy for her, and if he really likes her as much as everyone says he does, than i have no problem with him. i still wouldn’t be surprised if jenny tries to steal him, even if she is with dante. nice doesn’t really seem like her type, but i do hope she gives him a shot. she certainly deserves better than josh. ”

did you share a bed with anyone ?   how did that go ?   do you think you’ll share with them again ?

“ yeah, i shared one with charlene. it didn’t, like, mean anything, and we stayed on our sides of the bed, probably because of me. i don’t really know what i’ll do tonight, honestly. that’s a problem for my future self. but i didn’t mind sleeping with her... except for the rowdiness, only because i was really tired. might take a nap later, in case there’s a round two tonight. ”

what do you think is going on at the other villa ?

a pregnant pause, because she’s been trying hard not to think about it and also waiting to be asked.   “ i don’t know. dylan probably slept outside like the good boy he is. maddox has probably fucked half the bombshells already. and frankie... ”   she struggles with her words.   “ i really couldn’t tell you. but you know what, i hope she’s having fun. ”   except it’s said sarcastically, because she doesn’t mean it. 

[f0point5]

What did/do you think of Vettel(when he ws around)? Please feel free to elaborate and/or ramble as much as you want, I love reading your long takes

Okay, disclaimer, I wasn’t watching f1 during his RB days. I probably would have liked him a lot in that era because I’m a slut for success, and I love me a golden boy.

That being said, since I’ve been watching, the vibes have always been off for me.

I just find him a bit…he’s got a touch of Lewis in him. Like, he comes across as a bit self pitying, a bit self righteous, and just generally arrogant in way that doesn’t appeal to me.

I don’t like that in the last couple of years of his career he took on a bit of a “grid dad” role when he was a bit of a dick to Max when he came into f1 (I know everyone was a bit of a dick to Max and I will never forgive that but that includes Seb), and I always got the sense that he was quite territorial with Charles when he came into Ferrari. It is mostly the Max thing that rubbed me the wrong way because for someone who made a bit of a meal of being bullied as a child he sure didn’t go out of his way to not be a dick to his child coworker when he was in his 30s. And then he’s all helmet swaps and writing cute messages to everybody and it’s a bit like…idk. It’s easy to magnanimous when it’s over. Again, I don’t know the guy, this is just the vibe I got. (And in case anyone was going to mention this, I know he was the only one waiting for Max after Silverstone and that he wrote Charles nice messages when he was doing sim work, I’m not saying he’s an irrevocably shitty person, I’m just saying the way he acted when it looked like he had something to lose really put me off.)

I also never liked his flirty comments. Sorrynotsorry. I am not in any way saying he’s a perv or indicting him in the way I’ve seen a lot of people try to do. I’m saying for me personally, I would not have found the comments cute if they’d been directed at me. And maybe that’s because I already don’t like his vibe. But if I’m not your friend, like your actual proper friend, and you’re saying that to me with a camera around, I will not appreciate it. Some of it I know was with reporters he knew but like when he was on a panel and he talking to the (I think they were flight attendants from the sponsor?) in the back, I’m like my guy if you want a girl’s number then ask her later. And it just seemed like attention seeking antics because he was in a relationship with his childhood sweetheart the whole time (and lord if I were her he’d have never heard the end of it, because no way you’re talking to women like that on camera when I’m at home waiting for you). It’s just not cute, to me. Cringe behaviour. Again, nobody come for me and say I’m accusing him of harassment and all that because I’m not. I’m saying that I didn’t find the vibe endearing.

And after all this, I feel like he ended up kind of adopting this “wise old man” persona at Aston Martin which didn’t seem authentic. Maybe he changed and grew but idk to me the only thing that grew was his hair. He clearly had this more circumspect view of things but I just didn’t…connect with it.

Fundamentally he has never come across as a nice person to me. He’s just the kind of person I’d feel I have to watch my back around. And hey, I’m saying this having seen very little of the guy, when he’s got a camera shoved in his face, I am in no way saying that’s his entire or even his real personality. But you asked, so I answered.

[skitskatdacat63]

Hallo o/ got another ask for the lore a day. Recently thinking about Nando and his old man harem and lead me to question if Flavio has a place in the boy king au? Is he one of Fernando’s advisors, would he be for the arranged marriage, and how their dynamic would be in the context of the time period.

— Penalanon

misc lore drop day 54/?

Hellooo!! Haha we’re on the same wavelength cause I also lowkey started thinking about how all those old men could possibly be in Fernando’s “retinue” in this au, or at least how they’re associated with him. But that’s difficult so for now, I’ll only get into Flavio. Generally I consider all the staff in irl teams to be part of their courts, or at least in their service. But the staff that typically sit on the pitwall would be in their close circle, generally as advisors or in more important roles. I’ve talked a bit about Flavio before, but I’m happy to refine his role in this post! 

Originally, I always saw him as a merchant in my mind, cause he just gives the vibe of a shady merchant to me. But merchants at this time aren’t in the aristocracy, so if he were a merchant, I think he could only be connected to Fernando financially in certain ways. However, I want him to be a close advisor, thus he must be in the nobility! I imagine him to be a lower level lord but pretty influential and very wealthy, though obviously, a bit shady. He badly wants to be the advisor to some higher lord, because he desires influence. Fernando’s father is like, oh sure, I have a role for you, you can be my son’s advisor! Flavio is so excited to finally get to do something worthwhile, excited to advise this lord’s son!  He meets the son and he’s just uhhh…a young prince, practically a boy! (realistically he’d 100% be aware of who exactly Fernando is, but I think it’s very fun for him to just unknowingly originally start as the advisor to a young prince who doesn’t actually have a significant role to play in politics.) It’s honestly kind of a throwaway job considering no one at that point even thinks about the possibility of Fernando becoming a king. But you know who does? Flavio. He’ll take the role, I mean more of a chance to mold Fernando into his desired image, and reap possible rewards later on. Even though he somewhat believes Fernando is destined for greater things, he still doesn’t expect to do too much AND THEN the whole succession issue pops up!

So the arranged marriage. I think by this point, he genuinely cares about working towards Fernando’s best interest because he really does care for him. But at the same time is probably making some shady deals behind the scenes. A war is not really in his own best interest for that. He does truly believe though it’s not the best choice for Fernando either. I said at one point that Fernando’s advisors were pushing him towards the marriage, saying things like: “Think of your potential people, your Highness! Wouldn't they be so grateful if they knew you avoided war and bloodshed! They would call you Fernando the Kind, Fernando the Gracious, Fernando the Magnanimous!! They would love you dearly, my good, gracious prince!” These are Flavio’s words. He wants the smoothest transition, I mean he’s well aware of how Fernando’s been raised to not be a king. He’s one of the only people in Fernando’s life who’s truly confident he can handle it, but also wants to play it a bit safe. He’s heard rumors of what the future emperor is like, and he’s certain they can manipulate him if need be. Though when he actually tries to be scheming later on with Seb, he’s honestly too endeared by him because he reminds Flavio too much of Fernando when he was younger. 

Their dynamic would kinda just be him being the typical conniving advisor, however with the caveat that he has a huge soft spot for Fernando. Yeah, he’s somewhat in it for himself, but again, he does actually strive to work for Fernando’s best interest. He makes wise choices like advising Fernando against starting a war. But he’s also the type to be like, “do you need me to assassinate him, Your Majesty?” or try to help him make escape plans when Fernando comes to him to complain about Seb. I imagine he slips up and says something along those lines in front of Seb, but Seb just laughs like, “ahhh your advisor says that to you too?” I guess he’s sort of a father figure, but more in the way that everything he advises kinda goes directly against everything Fernando’s actual father wants Fernando to be. So his evil daddy, I suppose LMAO. He’s a big reason behind why Fernando has the self belief to actually be able to become king and handle it. On some level Fernando knows he’s quite scheming, but he’s more blindly trusting of him than most other monarchs would be with their advisors. I mean Flavio could have just been a basic yes-man and in it purely for the esteem and money, but no, he actually did advocate greatly for Fernando as much as possible. He respects Flavio a lot, and sees his advising as one of the key reasons why he got to where he is today. Flavio taught him everything after all. Wink.

[gayferrari]

ok so I’ve been thinking about lando/lewis basically ever since the cool down room and u are the only one I’ve seen mention it so I’m going to rant a bit because u understand THE VISION.

liiike lando being all bratty and wanting lewis to go all mean dom on him and Lewis just going “hmmm ok that’s not what I meant.” it’s so very underhanded insult of him. lewis has made his peace with lando saying it but he does humiliate lando a bit because oooh he remembers what it felt like to be so little and oh lando don’t you feel little and immature?

OR lewis going “wanna win a wdc kid”. like just full on growing his insecurities in a shady “““old””” man way. and lando immediately and completely falling for it because he’s insecure and distressed and distracted and in his 20s

idk. they’ve been stuck in my head all week

ok YOU get it... I've been a bit. dazed. since Lando walked into the cool down room, swept the cap to the floor and Lewis was like 🤨 chill man 🙄

Like, imagine you're having one of the worst afternoon of your career, broadcast live to millions, and you've got Lewis Hamilton just making this face at you

THE POUT. You're having the worst fucking afternoon after a triple header of extremely bad afternoons and this man is pouting at you.

And the way it's so public... you know when you're worked up and start acting in a way you know you'll regret later? That, but it's live on tv and everybody saw it. Everyone has an opinion about it. And you can't even Move On like a normal person because you're a public figure and it's race week again and the press immediately asking your colleague's opinion on your embarrassing emotional moment.

And it's been days and Lewis has just been chilling and vibing and now has full context so he's like ✌️ no problem man!! it happens 🫶 I remember being that young and kinda inexperienced lol 🙏 There's no way it doesn't sting...

That whole interaction has a similar vibe to GP calling Max “childish” on radio except Max and GP actually like each other and have married bickering couple energy. Max isn't going to feel humiliated because his work husband called him whiny on the radio. Lando though...

Anyway. We need the yaoi version where Lewis is pushing Lando's buttons and just fucking with him a bit. He should do more of it. He should act sooo experienced and wiser and a tad patronising... thinking of how Seb used to lowkey fuck with Charles in 2019 but more rancid. but not mean u know. he's vibing. he can't be bothered. he's finally found someone cringier than himself and having fun

[kkmeeluqq]

o m g I’m obsessed with your art! So talented! Seb is a bottom in my mind, that’s just how I always write him( he’s baby to me:p ) , and the fact that you draw bottom!seb sebchal? Stunning. I love them they are my favorite Ship. Seriously your work is beautiful. My savior, thank you for your work!>_< <3

hiii anon, thanks for appreciating my work and also providing me a chance to talk about the top bottom thing!!! 😅 i’ve always felt kinda cringy to clarify it, but yes yes YES i prefer seb as a bottom!!!! *roar*

perhaps it has sth to do with how i analyze his character... in general, seb has been incredibly flirty with LITERALLY everyone on the grid (which defies the stereotype of germans being conservative?? well here’s a slutty german), alongside all of his cheeky behaviors (too many to list them all) just gives me the urge to treat him as a little meow meow

seb in different era has different vibes (of being a bottom), i’ll try to keep it short:

red bull: he was so bratty during his red bull days, someone had to punish his ass to cut him down to size... and i reckon he might enjoy rough sex😅..... btw he seemed so arrogant and confident in those days, he must also found himself attractive so he was like extra flirty and trying to hook up with as many guys as he can

ferrari: i’ll focus on sebchal here

-with so much experience (sexwise) he could teach charles how to have sex with men (which might lead to the scenario of seb fingering himself so he won’t get hurt by charles’s abruptness) (but in vain)

-there are soooo many advantages of having a younger top!! but i might have to type for like 5000w so maybe next time i can elaborate on this topic

-charles’s possessiveness made seb unable to seek for other guys to have sex, which is great!!! around 30yo sounds like a reasonable age to settle down with a specific person, sebastian!

-since seb is such a kind person he would spoil charles and try his best to fulfill his whatever sexual needs (i love seeing seb let charles cum inside him bc he just cant say no to charles’s pretty face) (***point: seb can’t say no to charles....!!)

aston martin: cutie lil pumpkin pie num num

yeah so overall these are probs the shortest explanation i can provide of why is bottom!seb a treasure😇🔥🔥🔥

and not until i finished typing did i realize that i wrote a ted talk length text but thank you for reading this anyways....

[itsallyscorner]

just like magic with marvel cast, the vibe is----- a perfect song for a lil b*tch with a good heart and a sarcastic mouth

just like magic is the song we ALL need for 2020😌 Start manifesting ya’ll🖤 Also thank you sm for the request I am so so sorry this took so freakin’ long😭 Love u, happy reading🖤🖤 Tried to add my own lil twist to your request:)

(A lil different from the request, but I tried to make the reader have a bit sas.)

💌.

just like magic

Growing up within the Marvel Cinematic Universe was probably one of things you were most grateful for. When you first started out you weren’t that social. You were new to the business, you didn’t know anybody and you were intimidated by every single actor you crossed paths with.

At first you didn’t feel like you fit in. You felt as if you were a burden to everyone else. You barely talked to anyone which made the others approach you out of force by the Russos. Everyone around you was talented while you were just some newcomer who had jack shit as experience. The first few years you were insecure of yourself mentally and physically. You weren’t as pretty or fit as the other women in the MCU nor did your skills live up to theirs. Which led to some unhealthy habits. Plus there were haters and movie critics who would say horrible things about you and your acting.

You had a rocky start unlike Tom Holland and even Lexi Rabe. Until one day when you realized that you had to change how you were thinking. It took you a while but all that negative thinking you were doing was only bringing you negative energy. So when you had a break from filming movies, your number one goal was to improve yourself.

Wake up in my bed, I just wanna have a good day (Mmm, ah)

Think it in my head, then it happens how it should, ayy

Twelve o'clock, I got a team meeting, then a meditation at like 1:30

Then I ride to the studio listening to some shit I wrote (Oh)

You woke up with smile on your face in a sense of calmness. The sun shined bright hues into your room as you got up from your bed. Today was the first day back on set. You guys were finally filming Civil War and you were honestly so excited. As you did your morning routine, you went over how the day would go in your head. You’re genuinely excited to see the entire cast. It has been almost half a year since you’ve seen everyone and you couldn’t wait to be back.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Compared to the previous year, you looked and felt healthy. Your eyes shined and you looked well relaxed. You know like one of those face cleanser commercials? That’s how you felt. You felt like a breath of fresh air.

The ride to the studio took a good 30 minutes but it felt like seconds. You entered the set with a new sense of confidence and pride. The energy was practically radiating off you.

“(Y/n)?” You hear someone call from behind you. You turn around and see Scarlett looking at you.

“Hey!” You greet her as you approach her. You pulled her into a hug, startling her.

“Oh! Hello to you too, honey.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around you. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great! Life’s been good.” You answer as a toothy grin graces itself on your face. Scarlett’s eyes are filled with shocked. From the previous times she’s talked to you she’s never seen you so loud or open. You were always shy and closed off from everyone on set.

Good karma, my aesthetic (Aesthetic)

Keep my conscience clear, that's why I'm so magnetic

Manifest it (Yeah), I finessed it (I finessed it)

Take my pen and write some love letters to Heaven

Eventually everyone on set caught on to your new attitude. Though they tried to be discreet about their reactions and shocked expressions, you could still see how they were caught off guard by your sudden change of nature.

Anthony watched as you conversed with Elizabeth and Scarlett on the couch in Robert’s “village” . You were probably the most smiliest person in the room beating Evans, who was eating his lunch.

“She’s like different. But in a good way. It’s like she’s bloomed.” Anthony thought out loud to the men beside him. Chris (E) and Sebastian look in your direction.

“Bloomed?” Chris snorted as he swallowed his food.

“Yeah, like she’s growing into a woman.” Anthony hummed proudly as he went back to his own lunch. Sebastian smiled at you, “I think she’s gained some confidence in herself and finally realized how good of a person she is.”

“If she’s finally realized that, I’m glad she did. She’s like a ball of sunshine, it’s adorable.” Chris smiled proudly at you as your hands move around animatedly while explaining some story to the two women in front of you.

“Y’all think it’s a boy?” Anthony wondered. Sebastian rolled his eyes at his friend. Before he can even respond Anthony is calling you over. You approach the men with a smile and take a seat beside Sebastian.

“What’s up?” You greet them. Chris nods at you as he chews on his sandwich. Sebastian greeting you with a quiet “hey”.

“So who’s the lucky man?” Anthony asks teasingly. Your brows knit together head tilting to the side.

“Man?”

“Yes man, or boy, whatever. Who’s got you feelin’ yourself, (y/n).” Anthony wiggles his brows as he shimmies closer to you. Sebastian, who’s in between you two, cringes at the man to his left.

You didn’t take any offense to the question, knowing that everyone was curious as to why you were so unlike yourself.

You chuckled before smirking at the older man, “Anthony, honey. I don’t need a man to be feelin’ myself. I did this on my own.”

Chris and Sebastian’s mouth drop at your answer. Chris laughed as he pointed out Anthony’s face. Sebastian slung an arm around your shoulder bringing you into a side hug as he laughed with Chris.

“To be fair” Chris began to say but started to laugh, “To be fair, you deserved that.” Anthony’s face went flushed as he nodded to himself. You suddenly felt bad that you put him on the spot.

“Alright, stop laughing at him.” You playfully glare at Chris and Seb. You poke Anthony’s arm, “To answer your question, I’ve just been working on myself. Thinking more positively, I even tried manifestation.”

“You know what, that’s good. You’re taking care of yourself mentally and physically. I’m proud of you for doing this for yourself, we all are.” Anthony tells you as he motions to the two other men.

You look at all three of them, all of them looking at you with pride, “Thanks guys.”

Just like magic (Baby), just like magic (Oh yeah)

Middle finger to my thumb and then I snap it

Just like magic (Yeah), I'm attractive (Oh yeah)

I get everything I want 'cause I attract it (Oh)

As the months passed, the more you evolved into another version of you. You walked with determination, carried yourself with such grace and you’ve gained confidence in your career. You didn’t let your insecurities get to you, instead you faced them and overcame them. You were tired of letting them control you.

Your change in attitude and perspective on life has definitely affected your life in many ways. Manifestation was one of the things that have helped you the most. Writing about your goals and putting that energy out to the world has helped you persevere in your job. You’ve only faced good karma; sending out positive energy and receiving it back from the universe.

So far you’ve been casted in two new projects and have a campaign lined up with Gucci. If you were told a year ago that you’d be working with big time directors and freakin’ Gucci, you wouldn’t have believe them. Life has been unreal ever since you decided to change your life around. But of course you had to thank your Marvel family, without them and their support you probably wouldn’t haven gotten to where you were today.

Looking at my phone, but I'm tryna disconnect it (Oh yeah)

Read a fuckin' book, I be tryna stay connected (Yeah)

Say it's tricky at the top, gotta keep a slim ego for a thick wallet

Losing friends left and right, but I just send 'em love and light (Oh)

As many people recognized your success many people still tried to pull you down. Some fans on social media have noticed your change in behavior and have even praised you for practicing self care. While others still tried to push you off the mountain of success you were currently on and drag you across the ground.

These were the reasons as to why you were barely on your phone anymore. You used to be invested in your phone but after realizing how much negativity it brought you, you’ve decided to slowly disconnect from it. Which led you to becoming more interested into books.

Chris (E) had even brought some of his favorite arts of literature for you to borrow. You were currently on your third book of his, Sapiens A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari. You were sitting outside your trailer in a fold up chair under the shade. Your peacefulness was interrupted by Tom (Holland) who had a worried expression on his face.

“Have you not seen it yet?” He asked you as soon as he was in front of you. Being the two most youngest actors on the current set, you guys were closer to each other than with the adults.

“Seen what, Tommy?” You put a finger in between the pages you were reading to save your spot. Tom pulls his phone out and began to type. He tapped on his screen and turned the screen to you.

“She’s been talking crap about you for days.” You read the article and saw that one of your “friends”, Sabrina has been speaking out about your success and how it’s changed you as a person.

“She’s going off about how the more money you get in your wallet, the more bratty and arrogant you become.” He grumbled as he turned his phone off.

“I could care less, honestly. I know I haven’t done anything to her and if I did I was unaware of it. Plus, she stopped talking to me after I said I couldn’t get her a part in a movie.” You shrugged as you placed a proper bookmark in the book.

“You’re not upset?”

“I mean it’s sad that she’s acting so two faced. But if that’s how she wants to roll, then be my guest. It’s her loss, not everyone has great taste.” You flicked a piece of hair away from your face with your hand.

“You’re not gonna release a statement against her?”

“No, probably just wish her well with her life and move on with my own.” You answered much to Tom’s dismay.

Redesign your brain, we gon' make some new habits

Just like magic (Just like magic), just like magic

Filming has officially ended a few months ago and now you guys were doing press tour for Civil War. Before you were the new and improved version of yourself, you dreaded press tours. Some interviewers were nice and respectful, but there were those who would ask inappropriate questions and were just rude in general. All you could remember during those past tours was wanting to leave those rooms as soon as possible.

The q&a panel at New York had a packed room. There were many journalist crowded in the room shoulder to shoulder. You were sat in between Elizabeth and Scarlett, two of the women who have been guiding you and teaching you about life as a woman in the business. They were also like your older sisters.

The panel had been going smoothly for the first half hour until a man with a snobby face and cocky demeanor approached the mic.

“Hello, I’m Keith and my question’s for (y/n).” He began. You nodded in his direction, motioning for him to continue.

“I think everyone’s noticed how you’ve changed and developed as a person. Obviously something’s changed in your life. So I want to know if you’ve had any intimate relationships with any of the men in the cast?” You were surprised at the man’s question. First it was bold of him to ask such a question and second it was just disrespectful to you and the others on the cast.

“I mean someone’s gotta be fucking you good to make you crawl out your shell.” The man finished shrugging nonchalantly. Robert was about to interject but your mouth was quicker than his. The men of the cast were disgusted at the man while they sat at the edge of their seats.

“Well last time I checked my contract, my job was to act, not sleep around with the men who are part of these movies.” You spoke into the mic. All the attention was on you while the room was at a standstill.

“It’s also very upsetting that you think a girl needs to be fucked in order to be confident in herself. I hate to break it to you but women are completely capable of turning their lives around without the help of men and that says a lot about you, sir. So if I were you, I’d take myself back to my seat and rethink my life because if one of us has to redesign our brains it’s you.” You finished as you placed your mic on your lap. The room was silent until the cast began to clap. This was your first time standing up for yourself, usually Robert or Scarlett would swoop in and save you but this time, you were saving yourself.

You shook your head as you blushed, shoving your head in your hands. You felt some pats on the backs and cheers from your dysfunctional family. You look up and see Scarlett and Elizabeth smiling at you proudly.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Robert asked the crowd as he hugged you. The crowd cheering you on.

Just like magic, your life felt like a dream come true, knowing that you were worth it and enough for the people around you and for yourself.

[sdv-mostly-shane]

not sure if this has been asked or written before, but what a about a 'sort of cryptid like farmer' and shane? a farmer that's just a little bit more on the non human side kinda thing, if thats alright

A special Spooktember treat for you guys- I hope you enjoy. Been saving this one until it was appropriately close enough to spooky season. Also- TIL that goblincore is a quite delightful aesthetic-read til the end to get the full ✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* vibes *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ they’re feral AND charming.

Just Goblin Things

Summary: There’s something sinister in Cindersnap Forest, and Shane is the one to come face to face with the creature. What he finds is a more than just a little magical, and he can’t wait to discover more.

Trigger warning : very brief, vague insinuations of alcohol; general spookyness.

“Seb, how many more until we can go back to my house?’

“Just a minute, Sam. I can hear one croaking just over there…“

“Yoba, what was that!-look, there in the bush!” A flash of green had caught Abigails eye, followed by a loud scrambling noise. She pushed herself off the ground, using Sam’s shoulder as a boost, and leaped toward the sound, searching for its maker.

“What kind of frog was that?”

“I didn’t even see anything. Probably just some raccoon or something.” They watched Abby crawl around a small thicket of bushes, peeking in between branches as she went. “Leave it alone, Abby, you don’t want to catch rabies.”

“Raccoons don’t have green eyes, Seb,” she said, as she perked her head up to listen to a faint crinkling of leaves. “Listen, do you hear that? It almost sounds like.. hissing?”

“What, like a snake?”

“No, like a-AH!” Abby shrieked, and fell back. The two boys ran towards her. “No, get back, it might see you!” She was referencing the massive pair of green speckled eyes that were now accompanied with a gnarly, toothy grimace emerging from the bush. From it, came an ungodly snarling and hissing.

“Alright, time to go,” Seb yanked the two teenagers away from the creature, and they started to run. Once they had made it inside Sam’s house, the trio slammed his bedroom door and jumped on the bed. They sat for a moment in silence, listening to each other’s panting breath. Abby began to say something, but Sebastian interrupted, “we’re not gonna talk about it. Just don’t-nothing happened. We didn’t see anything. Got it?” Abby huffed in frustration, and protested with him, arguing that they needed to get back out there and figure it out. All Sam could do was stare at his floor, stunned at what had just happened.

The next day, Sam went to start his shift at the Joja Mart on edge from the night before. Shane was working the freezer when he spotted him-he had picked up a packaged of individually sealed pancakes seven minutes ago and was still staring at it, unmoving. “Uh, you alright, bud?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it…” His voice seemed far away, but he managed to finally move, making to put away the product. He turned to him, “Shane, you live in Cindersnap Forest. Have you ever seen anything… weird… there?”

“You mean besides Mayor Lewis sneaking out the back window and crawling around the house, thinking I can’t see him?”

“What?”

“No, never seen anything.”

“Well we did, Abby, Seb, and I, last night.”

“And?”

“Well, nothing really actually happened-it just scared us, really. Made a really ugly sound and showed it’s teeth to us. It must have just been some animal… but the thing is… gah, I can’t even say it.”

Shane tossed a bag of multipurpose detergent at him, demanding, “C’mon, say it.”

“Ouch, Yoba, alright. I didn’t tell the others, but when we were running away, I looked back and.. and well, I saw it run away and it was on two legs like a person.”

“Hah, okay you got me. There’s nothing in that forest, kid, don’t think about it too much.” Shane slapped the back of Sam’s shoulder, bidding him to just do his work, and went about finishing the stocking. He’d look over, occasionally, to see the golden-haired teen zoned into space again, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to really care at that point; he just needed to get through his shift.

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Shane looked at his phone-11:26 PM. He’d gone out, not able to sleep, and forced himself to take a cold walk through the woods to avoid the saloon. Shivering, not just from the cold, he made his way over to the edge of the lake. He enjoyed watching the little sparkling fish swim, their silver scales glisten underneath the shallow water… Swishing and splashing and crashing-crashing? He flipped his body around to see the source of the crash-in front of the big tree, in a disheveled pile, sat the farmer. They were brushing the leaves out of their hair and dusting off their knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh! Goodness, Shane, you scared me.”

“You’re the one who fell out of the tree.”

The farmer finger-gunned, “You got me there,” and stood up, gathering the belongings that tumbled from their satchel.

Shane watched them, and smirked at seeing them covered in Earth matter-leaves, moss, dirt-it all seemed to have managed to stick to them as they tumbled down the tree. “You’re covered in dirt.”

“Oh, yeah I am.” The farmer brushed off their apron and body. Dirt, rocks, and leaves fell from their arms, but the moss stayed firmly attached.

Now with a clear view, Shane could see that their skin wasn’t quite right. It looked jaundiced from their shoulders down, where the color faded to a sickly vibrant green down to their finger tips. The moss had attached itself to their elbows and seemed to grow down to their fingertips. As the farmer moved about, their arms coming in and out of scattered streaks of moonlight, he could almost see it blinking at him. Was it growing on their arm? He blinked trying to make sense of it, “No, no I meant your arms have-“

“Oh, Hey Franklin.”

Shane’s jaw hung open on his words. Emerging from the Farmers.. arm moss?.. emerged a little frog. It opened and closed its mouth a few times before letting out a tiny ‘ribbit’.

“Yeah, I found this little guy a few weeks ago and he just didn’t want to leave. He likes to come with me on our nightly mushroom hunts.” Franklin went cross eyed as he focus on a little bug flittering past before catching it with a satisfying crunch. “Oh, that was a good one, Frankie.”

“Okay I’m gonna go now,” Shane regained control of his jaw, resolutely shoved his hands in his pockets, and started to turn away.

“Wait! You’re not gonna tell anyone my secret are you?”

“Tell them what, that you keep a secret frog hidden somewhere in your arm?”

“No, everyone should know about Franklin, he’s precious. I meant-you know what, can I just show you?” The farmer reached out their hand in an offer for Shane to grab.

He hesitated-he only barely knew the farmer, having really only seen them run past him at full speed with a pick axe held high above their head-but he was in desperate need of a distraction tonight.

The farmer, seeing his reservation, offered up, “come sit down with me, I’ll make us some tea.”

“I don’t drink tea.”

“Well I’ll tell you some of my other secrets?”

He was in too deep now, his curiosity overtaking his tentativeness, “Alright.” He accepted their hand; his fingertips flexed atop their hand, cushioned by the lush, damp covering of green.

Holding his hand, they led him to their crash-landing zone under the tree, where they sat down. As the farmer sat, legs tucked into each other, Shane thought he saw their body hesitate mid-air for half a second. He then was sure that he saw a little fairy ring of mushrooms pop out of the ground with a glimmering puff of orange dust as the farmers body finally made contact with the ground.

“Please, sit.” Shane pretended to not be concerned, but the farmer smiled to themselves as they spotted him cautiously glancing down to the ground as he gingerly lowered himself to sit. Satisfied, the farmer opened up their satchel and pulled out their trinkets for tea-two wooden cups, a shiny silver teapot with a mismatched spoon, and a box of vials and jars. Opening, smelling, taking, and closing the little jars, they began to make the tea. The beautiful earthy colors of the roots, grasses, and leaves peeled out over the edge of the cups. Craning their body, they reached over to the other circle of mushrooms where they crashed, and plucked a purple one.

As they filled the teacups, Shane watched in horror as the they grasped a moth straight out of the air, ripped a wing off, and shredded it into the two cups. He hoped to Yoba the ‘tea’ was done, but they pulled out one final vial. Swallowing, he asked, “Who’s hair is that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” The farmer pick up the teapot, cradling it in their palms. As the silver started to glow red hot, the farmers hair flew up, standing straight when the teapot began to steam. They poured the hot water into the cups.

“Okay, I get it, I know what this is.”

“What is?”

“I just had a few too many today, and I’m actually just super hammered right now and it’s making me see things. I’m gonna go to bed, now”

“But I didn’t see you at the saloon today?”

“Well, no, but if I think about it too much I’m gonna freak out a little bit,” he pushed his hands off to stand, “so I’m just gonna say that this isn’t real and-“

The farmer reached out their hand to him once more. He stood, frozen, as he watched twigs emerge from their fingertips, growing into branches, followed by leaves, and finishing with a delicate flower unfurling inches away from where he stood.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Take it.”

“Take it? But it’s.. attached.”

“Just take it,” the farmer smiled.

He picked it, cupping it in his palms, and brought it to his chest. He watched in awe as the flower petals began to sway, and tiny white fairies sprouted from the pollen. Transfixed, he stood holding his breath as the hazy creatures danced around the petals.

While he watched, eyes big and lit up, the farmer quietly pulled out from their satchel a little carved wooden chair. While Franklin hopped down and plopped onto the chair, the farmer plucked another tiny mushroom, removing the stalk, and tipped a mini-portion of tea from their cup into the cap. They handed it to Franklin who busied himself with dunking his head in and out of the tea and screaming into it.

Shane, remembering his need to breathe, finally gasped and attempted to sputter something intelligible out, but just as he thought of a semi-formed sentence, the dancing fairies suddenly burst into a frenzy of colorful fire. They continued their elaborate dance until the last of them fizzled out, and there was nothing left of the dancing flower except misty smoke and white ash.

“You can keep that-here, pour it into here,” they handed an empty vial to Shane, “sprinkle it on your doorstep and it’ll protect you and your loved ones.”

He did as he was told, not even questioning it at this point-he wanted to know more and how and why and what. Finished, he sat back down, facing the farmer, watching them lift the teacup to their lips. “So uh, does the tree thing happen a lot, or just at night, because I’ve seen you during the day and it doesn’t look like that.”

“No, you’re right, see the thing is, it’s when I- HHREEEEEEEEEK!”

Shane tumbled back in shock, catching himself with his elbows and hands. The farmer had let out an awful screech, showing their (formerly enchanting smile) now fanged row of gnarly teeth. In an instant, their eyes grew and melted into dinner plate-sized puddles of green. Shane yanked his head to match the direction of the farmers leer, where he saw a scruffy-looking opossum attempting to sneak their grubby hands around Franklin. The caught-and foiled-thief returned the farmers screech with a feral ‘hiss’ of its own, before it clambered back into dark bushes.

As quickly as the transformation happened, the farmer returned to normal just the same, meeting Shane’s stunned eyes with their own-now regular sized-smiling eyes. “Can’t be letting Franklin become someone’s snack, now can we?” They laughed and smiled to themselves, giving Franklin a little finger pat.

He was stunned, again. He blinked his way around the farmers face and body, searching for something that would make sense of his feelings. Was it repulsion? Fascination? Perhaps even a little attraction? The farmers little twinkling laugh would normally be very charming to him, but the circumstances of it were overwhelmingly frightening… if not still partially alluring. He settled his searching to focus on their smile-they offered it up so freely to him.

The farmer had waited for him to get settled back into a relaxed position before they continued, “Now what was it you were asking me, dear?”

“I was asking about your arms, that they normally aren’t literal trees,” he stoped, “dear?”

“Well, yeah. We’re friends now, aren’t we? Would you prefer me to call you something else?”

“… no, that’s fine.”

They sat together for a few moments in silence while the farmer drank their tea, and Shane gathered the courage to at least sip the leafy moth water. (It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad. He swished his tongue around his mouth to feel for any fuzzy winged remains, but couldn’t find any. It was smooth, and still hot. While he pondered, Franklin made a few flighty hops over to where his foot was resting, and jumped up onto his sneaker-he was trying to bite the laced up shoestrings.

He let out a little laugh-what a strange little animal. He looked up at the farmer and thought ‘what a strange little.. goblin.’ He let himself stare a bit-they didn’t seem to mind. They had taken off their hat by now, and revealed a pair of little pronged antlers that were hidden underneath. They were encrusted with clusters of crystals, which glittered with every turn and tilt of the farmers head. He continued to drink his tea, getting more accustomed to it with each sip, and watched the scattered moonlight refract off the crystals onto the ground. There, where the prismatic light met earth, a misting of teeny white flowers sprouted and bloomed. Shane had always been appreciative of the wonders of nature, but he had never seen it this beautiful. The farmer seemed connected to the earth, each breathing life into the other. It was humbling. And it-they-were beautiful.

The farmer finally caught his eye, and looked down, now a bit embarrassed. They didn’t mind the scrutiny-it wasn’t out of judgement, they knew, just curiosity. Truth be told, the feeling was more of self consciousness than anything. It was always daunting to show anyone their true selves, but to Shane? His gaze was so honest and searching that it was intimidating. Still feeling his eyes on them, the farmer briefly looked up through their lashes to give him a shy smile, and then turned their attention to the lake.

Shane broke the silence, “Any other goblins in their you wanna tell me about,” he motioned to the lake.

“Nah, that lake is occupied already.”

“Ah, I was just playing. Of course, it’s occupied with fish.”

The farmer was silent

He turned to them, only slightly panicky, “With fish right?”

“Mmhmm yeah fish, lots of fish.” They pursed their lips tight and took a nervous sip of their already empty tea.

Shane squinted to the water, studying it, and caught a glimpse of some bubbles rupturing on the distant surface. He scooted closer to the farmer.

With the shoulders pressed up against each other, the farmer reassured him, “Don’t worry, I got you,” and took hold of his hand.

Shane eased his body deeper against their shoulder with a sigh. He took a peek at the farmer’s face just in time to see an attractive blush warm their cheeks. He smiled, and rubbed his thumb over the tops of their knuckles. They sat together, watching the lake, while the moon rose higher in the sky.

“Did you call me a goblin?” The farmer broke the trance.

Shane let out a hearty laugh, “What other kind of magical creature sneaks around in the dark and scares neighborhood children?”

The farmer returned the laugh, and finger gunned once more, “you know what, you got me there again, Shane.” The pair filled the foggy air with the sound of their laughter, pushing their bodies still even closer together.

“If you don’t want your cover blown, you should probably stop doing that, you know, screeching at teenagers.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” the farmer said with a small growl and a wink.

It was Shane’s turn to blush, now. He looked down at their hands, still cupped together, and smiled. “What other magic secrets do you have?”

“ ✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* Let me show you.*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ “