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glutengoblin · 4 months ago

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IM DESPERATE! Please i beg of you…i have yet to see a patronus fic!

Sebastian x fem mc? And seb and mc learn the patronus charm with Hecat? And Seb later realizes that his patronus is the same as mc’s? Because he loves and cares for her like Snape with Lily. Just some fluff and confessions whatever you choose.

Hi Friend!! Thank you so much for the request and apologies for the delay.

So I may have changed the idea a bit, since your idea got the cogs turning in my head... I hope it's okay! Not my best work, but I wanted to take a stab at it.

(PS: Fun fact, my patronus is rat. Don't ask me why, I have no clue)

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Warnings: None!

Sebastian felt more nervous than usual sitting next to Y/N in class. Although he knew that his face would never betray him, he could never be too sure. This class was perhaps the closest he’d get to accidentally admitting his love for his best friend.

Though Sebastian had be in love with her since the fifth year and the fateful day that they took down a troll together in Hogsmeade, he had yet to admit his feelings to her. He wasn’t Gryffindor, so why would anyone expect him to be brave?

Ominis certainly expressed his distaste for the way Sebastian went about things. He often pointed out that Sebastian appeared to have no issues flirting with Y/N, so he didn’t understand why making the jump to asking her on a date was so difficult.

To Sebastian, however, it was difficult. In fact, the jump seemed worse than trying to jump over the entire Grand Canyon. The risk that their whole friendship could be ruined if he chose to admit his feelings was too great. He couldn’t imagine a life without her in it, even if only as a friend.Thus, he sat next to y/n in DADA, usually quiet as Hecat explained that they would be learning how to cast a Patronus that day.

His skin turned clammy as she explained that sometimes if someone loved someone enough, their Patronus could become the same as their beloved. He had previously known all this information, but hearing it out loud, especially from Hecat, just cemented the idea in his mind. Thankfully, Y/N didn’t seem to notice all the blood that had drained from Sebastian’s face. Rather, she just looked excited about learning a new spell, a trait she hadn’t stopped exhibiting since she first set foot instead Hogwarts almost 2 years ago to the day.

Sebastian tried his best not to look like he wanted to run. Trying to plan what the best course of action would be was difficult, especially when he couldn’t just bolt out of class.

Thankfully for Sebastian, he already knew what his Patronus was - a fox - and he had known since 4th year. Back then, he decided to learn how to cast one after finding a random book in the library that was much too advanced for his level of magic; it was a often occurrence, much to Ominis’s dismay. Per usual, Sebastian had stolen away the book to the undercroft until he could cast the spell perfectly, a silver fox enjoying hiding between the many crates that were stacked hapzardly in the corners.

Sebastian, trying his best to think on his feet, decided that the best course of action was to insist that she try to cast a Patronus first. After all, this was Y/N he was thinking about. Given she was certainly the most powerful witch in their year, and most likely ever, there was no way that she would have trouble casting one on the first try.

Once Hecat told them to break up into pairs, Sebastian turned to Y/N flashing her a small smile. “How about you go first - I don’t feel like being embarrassed by my inability to cast one quite yet.” Y/N quirked an eyebrow at that, studying his face.

“What do you mean? Have you tried to cast one before?” Sebastian looked down at the table, trying his best to turn his look of nervousness into one that could pass off as embarrassment.

“Yes, actually. During 4th year, Ominis and I found a book about Patronuses. We both tried to cast one. I never could - tried again a couple of months ago and still couldn’t.” Sebastian felt the sweat pooling at his collar, hoping that she couldn’t see through the white lie. Honestly, it was the best that he could come up with when put on the spot. Thankfully, Y/N seemed to buy it, offering him a small smile in return.

I’m sure you’ll get it eventually! You just need to practice.” Sebastian nodded a little too quickly in agreement, before prompting her to get on with her practice. Y/N took one more look at him, offering a kind smile, before turning towards the front of the class and closing her eyes.

The thought passed over Sebastian’s consciousness for only a second, wondering what her happiest memory was. However, that was short-lived as a silvery creature erupted from her wand. For a moment, Sebastian was in awe. The feeling quickly turned to immense worry as he realized her patronus was none other than a fox.

When Sebastian turned to look at her, the smile on her face was massive. She turned to look at him, the joy evident in her eyes. “Look Sebastian! I did it!” He smiled weakly at her, nodding his head.

“T-That… That you did.”

“Now it's your turn!” She exclaimed as she tucked her wand into the pocket of her robe, the fox disappearing into the mist. Sebastian pulled on his collar a bit, feeling much too hot. He knew that there was no way to get out of this without at least pretending to cast a Patronus, so he tried to think of the least happy memory he could. Pulling out his wand, he pretended to cast it. To his relief, some silvery sparks shot out, but nothing of substance. He quickly shrugged, putting his wand away as he turned to meet Y/N’s disappointed expression.

“Well, I guess it just isn’t meant to be.” He laughed nervously, incredibly thankful when Hecat dismissed the class a moment later.

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Sebastian felt like he had dogged a bullet, as he sat at the Slytherin table the next day. Y/N hadn’t found out about his feelings for her and thus everything could return to normal.

At least, he felt that relief until he saw a streak of (y/h/c) hair, running towards him like a mad woman. By the time she reached him, Y/N slammed her hands down on the Slytherin table hard enough to startle even Ominis. She looked out of breath, her hair sticky at odd angles that Sebastian would typically find rather endearing if he wasn’t so concerned about what this sudden rushed appearance was for.

“Hi beautiful- Did something happen?” Sebastian asked, honestly a bit concerned at her apparent urgency.

“I figured it out!” Sebastian's confusion grew a bit, as he noticed the large smile donned on her beautiful lips.

“Figured what out, exactly?”

“Why you can’t cast a patronus!” Sebastian felt the blood drain from his face yet again, his leg beginning to bounce nervously under the table. The sound from it was apparently loud enough that Ominis felt the need to place a hand on it, trying to stop the movement.

“What do you mean… you figured out why I can’t cast a patronus?” Y/N offered him an excited smile, nearly bouncing in place, practically matching the pace of his knee.

“You don’t have a happy enough memory that you can think of- You’re so brutish all the time it’s difficult for you to come up with something on the fly.” Sebastian tried his best not to look offended at the comment, as he shook his head.

“I don’t think that I’m that depressing all of the time-” Ominis cut him off a moment later.

“Yes Sebastian… You are. We all know it.” If Ominis could see, he would have witnessed the death glare of the century being shot in his direction. Y/N didn’t seem to pick up on their silent communication, the huge smile still covering her face. Sebastian shook his head at the girl, trying his best to act nonchalant.

“You really don’t need to go to all that trouble Y/N. As far as I’m concerned, I’m quite happy not being able to cast a patronus. Besides, I have a lot of studying to do today.” Y/N and Ominis both looked confused at that.

“It’s Saturday Sebastian… You hardly ever study on Saturday. Besides, I know for a fact you don’t have any exams next week. So, therefore you’re going to Hogsmeade with me! Meet me in an hour out in the viaduct courtyard.

With that, Y/N skipped off and Sebastian let out a deep sigh. He realized then that there was absolutely no way he was getting out of this.

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One ice cream, two butter beers, and a pack of every flavored beans later, Sebastian was very full and very conflicted. On one hand, he had greatly enjoyed having this dedicated time to spend with Y/N. On the other, he was growing ever more nervous, knowing that with each passing hour their return to the castle was imminent, along with her “lesson” on casting a Patronus. But, he tried not to focus on that at the moment as the two strolled along at a comfortable pace, inhaling the crisp autumnal air.

“So, are you enjoying yourself yet?” Y/N flashed him a warm smile, one that made him question if lying to her was ever the appropriate thing to do.

“I think so. It’s definitely been a nice change of pace for the day.” Y/N frowned slightly at that, the wheels turning in her head.

“Well… I was looking for it to be the best day. But I suppose I really didn’t try that hard, did I?” Sebastian shrugged slightly, shivering a bit as a stray breeze brushed the back of his exposed neck.

“I mean, I had fun. I’m not really sure what else we could do on such short notice.” Y/N’s frown grew bigger, as the cobblestones beneath her feet suddenly became very interesting. Sebastian bristled a bit, worried that he had perhaps said the wrong thing. Eventually, Y/N did look up and meet his gaze again - but this time, with one of her sly smiles. It was the type of smile that said she had hatched a new plan. Sebastian gulped, honestly worried that perhaps she would catch on eventually that he was trying to get out of it. “What’s that look for?”

“How about we do something else you like? Wanna go fight a troll? Break up a camp of poachers… maybe even goblins?” Sebastian shook his head almost too quickly. As much as he loved getting to test out his dueling skills, he was worried that this was going a bit to far. Besides, he’d rather not put her in danger to just to try and make him ‘happy’.

“I think it might be best if we just head back to the castle now. Like I said, I have some studying to do and I really need to get started on my 6 inches of parchment for-” Y/N’s look cut him off from rambling, as if she could see right through his excuses.

“Did you forget about practicing your Patronus? If we head back now, hopefully in an hour we should be done and you can get back to that studying time you apparently so desperately need.” Sebastian let out a defeated sigh as he followed her down the path, back toward Hogwarts, dried leaves crunching beneath their feet.

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Y/N had decided that the room of requirement would be the perfect place to practice. After pushing some of the furniture that was so very her off to the side, she stood in front of Sebastian, studying his form intently. Sebastian flushed under her gaze, trying to not let it affect him as much as it did. Once Y/N had determined everything was perfect, she walked over to stand by Sebastian’s side, facing the same direction as him.

“Alright, give it a go!” Sebastian fought the urge to squirm, as he tried his best to think of his most uncomfortable memories again — a few stray silver wisps shot from his wand, but nothing substantial. It was all he could do to not release a sigh of relief at the sight, as he quickly moved to stuff his wand in his pocket.

“Well! I guess that’s that, no Patronus’s for me!” He turned on his heel a little too quickly, fighting the urge to make a run for the door. Y/N quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, Sebastian stilling at the touch before glancing at her.

“Not so fast their solider. I know you can get it.” She offered him an encouraging smile, and Sebastian knew he was damned. He let out a sigh, turning around again, raising his wand to try and again. Expect this time, he felt the gentle caress of her hands on his foreman and shoulder. She was holding him in the correct form that Hecat had demonstrated. Sebastian felt his skin burn at the touch, willing his heartbeat to slow down out of the fear that she may be able to hear it. “There, that’s the right pose. Relax, you’re so tense…” She positioned his shoulders down a bit, into a more relaxed form. Sebastian gulped, knowing that with her touching him - something he had craved for such a long time - he couldn’t possibly think of uncomfortable memories now.

Thus, he cast the spell, squeezing his eyes shut once he saw the playful fox erupt from the tip of his wand. To his dismay, he felt her hands remove themselves from him - a sign that she was certainly taking this negatively.

He took a couple more seconds to calm the anxiety blooming in his chest before he finally opened his eyes to look at her. To his surprise, she stood right next to him, a grin covering her face as she watched the fox leap around the room. She looked… happy? Certainly not the reaction that Sebastian expected.

“I knew it!” She exclaimed, causing Sebastian to freeze.

“You… You knew it?” She nodded vigorously, turning to face him directly.

“Well… At least I had a hunch. To be honest, I actually knew how to cast a Patronus before class this week. Professor Fig taught me in fifth year.” A slight wave of sadness passed over her features as she recalled her beloved mentor, but she quickly fought it away. “It used to be a rabbit. But when I saw it had changed in Hecat’s class… Well, I figured it changed to match yours.” Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up, as he studied her with confusion.

“I… Why would it match mine?” It was now her turn to flush at the question, her eyes refusing to meet his gaze and instead playing with the hem of her skirt.

“Well… Because I have feelings for you, Sebastian. I have for quite a while.” She offered him an uncharacteristically shy smile, studying his face for a reaction. “I’m sorry for pressuring you into casting a Patronus. I just… I wanted to make sure before I potentially did something to ruin our friendship.”

Sebastian looked so shocked that he could almost follow over. She had feelings? For him, nonetheless? His body acted before his brain could, as he suddenly reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into his chest, and hugging her tightly. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the butterflies in his stomach dancing rapidly.

“I… I have feelings for you too Y/N. I have since we brought down that troll together in Hogsmeade if I’m being quite honest.” To his dismay, he felt her shift slightly in his arms. She looked up at him, mere inches away from his face, her gaze traveling down to his lips.

“Well, I’m glad to hear the sentiment is returned. Now, would it perhaps be too much to ask you to get on with it and kiss me now? As much as I appreciate the confession I-” She didn’t get another syllable out before his lips crashed against hers, fulfilling the desire he had for years.

He couldn’t wait to personally write Hecat a thank you note for deciding to teach them how to cast a Patronus.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader fluff #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow angst #Sebastian sallow reader insert

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littlemissidontcare · 1 month ago

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"I think he decided that outside of pap walks and public appearances, he isn’t giving the fans a crumb of information anymore"

With respect, a person does not consent to 1) multiple organised pap walks over the last 2 years (last one as recently as a few months ago) 2) Numerous obviously paid-for press/gossip articles about their relationship to accompany said photos 3) A text book hard launch that made the public aware of their relationship, if he was not interested in sharing his personal life. He didn't have to do any of the above. He chose to. Their relationship, whether it is genuine or PR, is not private because he took part in all of this. There are plenty of celebs (higher on the list than Seb) who are able keep their personal life truly private. Im sorry, but participating in pap walks/appearances etc is the definition of a public relationship. He cannot have it both ways. If he really is sick of fans/people knowing his business he wouldn't sell his relationship through obvious PR promotional methods which only serves to create interest in him, her and his personal life.

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deevotee · 1 year ago

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Vampire Finny being the most loyal of the crew hell probably more than Sebastian when it comes to protecting Ciel. Finny over time and years of being with Ciel becomes Seb's fledgling learning how to be head of the house and eventually does so while Sebastian works in the shadows being Ciel's true guardsman. Idk it'd be an interesting dynamic concerning the passage of time and of course Finny does the Gardening, he insists to do it regardless of his already huge workload.

anon i've been having a shitty day and this ask just turned it right around im love you for this yes to all of this

honestly even canon finny and sebastian fight for the spot of being ciels most loyal person so this is right on point but i LOOOOVE the thought of seb taking finny under his wing to be the head of house and ciels right hand man oh my god

in canon too i feel like he would be the most susceptible to manipulation by seb and ciel to be okay with sebastian being a demon, like he'd be pissed that sebastian wants to eat him but it would also make him want to be ciels right hand even more and i feel like it would work even better in an au where they're all already supernatural beings. i had in my mind that vampirism maybe comes from drinking demon blood and can get passed on when i originally made the vampire posts so maybe they just reveal that to him here so they can have someone within the household whos In The Know when things go south, or maybe sebastian needs to pretend to be dead for some reason and they need ciels next right hand man to be aware hes not actually? either way i love it

finny doing his best to learn how to be a good right hand man, maybe he's not great as a butler but he tries so hard. he wouldnt learn as quickly as sebastian did (partly because he's got canon learning issues and cuz sebs demon ass retains info faster than a human) BUT he could get help from tanaka too and over the years become better and better. and he absolutely would still do the gardening, it would tire him out so much but he'd be so dedicated that ciel wouldnt have the heart to tell him to hire a new gardener. with every cup of blood he serves he'd put a flower on the tray for ciel who tells him its silly but always takes the flowers and holds them like a lovesick teenager when finny leaves the room <3

god and to add in some vampire flavor, whenever ciel is sick or injured, he immediately will offer up his wrist or neck or anything else for ciel so his blood will help him heal faster, and if anyone says anything about it he simply states "i'm ciels right hand man, of course I would do this for him ^-^" (while secretly getting really excited and lovestruck whenever ciels got his teeth in him because he chose finny to drink from and not someone else)

im too tired to think of any more at the moment but i love this still and thank you for this ask

#asks #gonna be thinking of right hand man finny for forever and always now #cielinny #ciel phantomhive #finnian #vampire au #it deserves a tag #ill go back and tag the other posts in a minute #black butler #kuroshitsuji #devo speaks

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justdimaprops · 1 year ago

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Please ignore these if you don’t feel like answering them or you already answered them ❤️ Fancy a fun question chain to pass around f1blr?? Over to you, lovely!

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr)

Where are you from?

Where do you live?

Any pets?

Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?

Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?

Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)

Driver you’re most attracted to physically

Driver whose personality you like best

Favorite driver friendship(s)

Favorite team principal

Favorite team

Least favorite team, if any

Driver(s) you dislike, if any

If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?

Please send this to 10 (or more!) other F1 tumblr users that you love and want to get to know better 🫶

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr):

Dima! although fun fact, the name Dima is as in the diminutive of Dmitri 🫣 When I made this account I didn't wanna use my real name, and I was figuring out my gender identity back then (but I knew I was leaning more towards the masculine side of things) and I just loved the name Dmitri so I chose Dima since it can be both feminine and masculine

Where are you from?

I don't really try to hide it but I'm not gonna outwardly say it :p I can speak Arabic tho, I'll give ya that

Where do you live?

[Insert Wherever I May Roam by Metallica]

Any pets?

YES! I have a little kitty cat, she's my love and delight, her name is an Arabic word for rainy clouds due to her color and floof (and it was raining the night I got her). We also have an African grey parrot but that's my mom's and he's a jerk, we have a love-hate relationship.

Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?

Carletes <3 It started as simply his intelligence and driving style; he got a great balance of artistry/elegance and scrappiness, then it became because of him as a person. And of course Landito, he's such a talented driver and it's so fun watching him grow.

Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?

Seb and Kimi. Is there much needed to be said about Seb? Dude's a legend, not mentioning all the activist work he does. Kimi was a fricking joy to watch! All that 'leave me alone I know what to do' attitude is a *chef's kiss* (then it's even more exciting when he loses it lol) and I can already see some of that in Carlos and I'm here for it.

Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)

Carlando obvs, and I do like Maxiel as well.

Driver you’re most attracted to physically

Hear me out, I'm frothing for a certain Spaniard but I can't deny that Kimi got one hell of a chock hold on me :") AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON LEWIS GOOD GOD (sorry Landito, lucky for you you got an Adonis of your own you don't need me)

Driver whose personality you like best

I always love me a smart dork (Carlos), and a black cat (Lando). And there's this type of guys that I have always attracted for some reason, I can't name it but I can distinguish it and it applies to (Esteban Ocon) bet you didn't see that one coming.

Favorite driver friendship(s)

Lando/Alex/George are pretty fun together, and so are Lando and Oscar. And of course Lewis/Seb

Favorite team principal

humm..I don't really get into the principals much, but if I gotta choose one then probably Toto. I've seen some of his interviews and he seems like an intelligent person and I really enjoy listening to him.

Favorite team

I don't wanna say Ferrari or McLaren since they obviously have my boys so other than those I would say Williams or Aston Martin

Least favorite team, if any

......Fer*gunshot* IM KIDDING I SWEAR

Driver(s) you dislike, if any

Listen, I don't HATE him, and it's more vibes than any other logical reason but George. He looks like a Ken doll and is so Posh! And I'm posh in real life, yet his poshness still bothers me! It's better when he's with other drivers, especially the trio, but when he's by himself it's just so concentrated and comes off...???

If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?

I will miss Maxiel and Strollonso but my man I can't live without my Carlando

#That was fun hehe #Thanks for sending this to me <333 #tag game #me stuff

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hertwood · 10 months ago

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dts s2 e6-7

e6 -ALEX EPISODE -every time ive watched this episode and he says his sisters name (zoe) it's startled me. i anticipate it and it surprises me every time -"we are trying to give young people a chance. That's part of the Red Bull philosophy." (Helmut Marko) oh ok. oh OK. OH OK. -i need him biblically. i need him in a way that's concerning for feminism -OK UM so i watched the first half in the morning and the second half after my shift and i was like. im so wiped idk how emotionally i'll even be able to engage -and damn do i truly underestimate my ability to be affected by something i've seen and heard about over and over again. -ok but the parallels between alex's mom talking about being scared as a mom vs daniel's mom talking about the same thing in s1e1 -random cate sighting is crazy i almost forgot how she dated pierre lmao -god i NEED an alex/williams episode next season i miss him on this show soooooo much -its silly but every time i see that clip of anthoine kissing his girlfriend its instant waterworks

e7: -first of all obsessed with seb saying y'all. love him miss him sm -GOD you can just see how charles still has hopes and dreams here he hasnt been crushed and hardened by the ferrari machine yet. what a sweet time for him :/ -sebchal makes me so *gnawing at the bars of my enclosure* -part of me wishes they showed charles' win at monza w/ more charles centric focus? it was such a big deal for him and i think it deserved more. THAT BEING SAID it does set up the sebchal rivalry dynamic well, which is what the documentarians chose to focus on, and for that they did well. -i could say the same for seb's singapore win. it makes sense from a storytelling persepctive to focus on these from the rivalry lense but damn do i know these are iconic wins for both of them and its bittersweet that they don't get their own focus -i'm so confused how charles literally looks straight down the camera lense and says that he was signed with the knowledge that he'd be second to seb, and then gets MAD when they prioritize seb???? like when they prioritize charles seb has ever right to be mad bc that goes against what he was told but charles?????? i know that its bc theyre gonna be super competitive no matter what they're told bc its in their nature but Come Onn -"every world champion has what I term an 'inner bastard', and its the ability to make the tough decision when you have to." i do NOT take will buxton slander on this blog. i love this quote sm and as a baby fan it was big in understanding driver v team politics. it is SUCH an important skill to know when to be a team player and when to be selfish, and the ones who figure it out are the ones who maximize best outcomes. (a good example of this recently imo is carlos in singapore!) -"we'll start by holding hands." when i know its coming and i'm still vibrating gnawing on my enclosure etc etc. brainworms well and alive and fed -GOD rly puts into perspective how charles has been being fucked over by the ferrari engine since Day One -sebastian vettel has the vibes of a restaurant manager who isn't doing the greatest job but he'll never get in trouble because every single waitress is swooning every time he speaks. let me know if this makes sense -with more seb history context: i wonder how much this parallels to the dynamic in rb when daniel joined--and he left the following year. christian talks all about daniel "running from a fight" with max... wonder if thats also, at least in these instances, sebs instinct as a driver in this system. don't take this analysis too serious btw i'm just spitballin

#she speaks #dtsrewatch #i was gonna get episode 7 2night but i am so so sleepy i'm gonna take a midday nap and we'll see what i can do tomorrow!#i've also been Very Busy setting up my sims wedding its very important

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yesloulou · 1 year ago

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I think the whole ‘I don’t watch the news’ thing was an answer given because he obviously hadn’t been expecting to be asked about it and give an answer on it. It was a stupid answer and he absolutely should’ve given a better one but. Yes it very disappointing but be realistic if many people (including some of the drivers) were asked, you wouldn’t know how to respond.

People also have to be aware that you can’t keep up to date with everything happening all over the world, it tough but it’s true. I used to watch the news most days at some point last year and now I don’t because I have a job.

I do think as people with platforms should use their platforms but even at that I don’t think it’s as easy as that. Seb and Lewis were/are able to do what they do because they are multiple wdc and had/have job security in their teams. Other drivers do not have this and that needs to be acknowledged.

In saying that, we all saw Daniel in 2020, we’ve heard the way Lewis talked about Daniel talking to him, asking what he could do etc so I do think it’s in him. Has to be noted that he has been the gutter for the past few years and is getting himself out now. I don’t want it to seem like I’m defending and absolving him just want to point out not everything is clear cut and black and white

context. also this was about these tags im pretty sure

i totally agree with the question being very unexpected and challenging ("how important is it that drivers use their platforms to discuss human right issues in this country?"), but i think that's exactly why he wasn't able to come up with a PR answer and ended up giving a truthful one ["i think if (you're gonna use your platform), it's important to know what you're talking about, but i don't really watch the news"]. you can just tell he was telling the truth and was embarrassed by it. and like if he had anything else to say there's no way he would have resorted to 'i don't really watch the news'.

honestly, i understand what he meant by 'not watching news makes me feel better about my day'. learning about conflicts adds stress and he's free to choose to not want that in his life. and like, for someone who cares the way he cares, i do see the point of limiting the information he takes in. my issue is not really with that.

also i appreciate your reasoning (daniel didn't have the capacity to advocate bc of lack of job security) bc it's nice to see how much we all love him and want to think the best of him (i mean it). But let's be honest, if he has the time to run his merch brand, he has the time to advocate for causes he believes in. that being said, i don't think someone is obligated to advocate for anything just because they have the platform. it would ofc be nice if they do, but they are (everybody is) free to live their lives however they want to. imo they don't owe the society anything just bc they're famous. so like, my issue is not with that either.

I do dislike that he acknowledged that by choosing not to watch the news he might be a little ignorant, and he was fine with that bc at the end of the day he brought at least some joy and positivity to the place and no harm done. essentially, what he was saying was that, he chose not to watch the news so there was no causes he felt strongly enough to discuss using his platform. to me that's a little disappointing. but i don't think of it as a matter of principle bc even though daniel seems to be practicing this ignorance is a bliss thing, he's not oblivious (ie willfully ignorant, where one'd actively ignore what they're aware of). and that's a big difference. for example, he straightforwardly said 'racist people are no friends of mine' to nelson piquet making racist comments about lewis last year. and among all the PR statements lots of drivers and teams put out, daniel's stood out bc it was clear-cut and personal. imo it's obvious daniel isn't how he, by saying what he said about news, came off to be. and as long as it's not a matter of principle i'm not really concerned.

anyways. ik im explaining a lot of things here but it's really bc i want to do it well to not reopen discourse. ty for sending this ask! 🖤

#asks #*#txt #side note even though daniel was kinda forced to tell the truth i think it took self-awareness and humility to be honest like that

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cedobols · 3 years ago

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at first i was like mmmh mark webber ❤️ as a joke .. but besties … i dont think its a joke anymore ..

#mark webber #ive . never felt so happy to spend money ..#im …. i … i chose him over seb.#the start/finish flag from 2008 aus gp was there and had been signed by like .. half the grid #seb jenson mark robert lewlew nando rubens .. i .. i may go back #NO I WONT. DONT BE SILLY BOM. WHY WOULD U NEED A STINKY FLAG.

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safetycar-restart · 2 years ago

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🍋 OKAY so im just off a plane and am not thinking very straight but ive waited for the boypussy day for so long i CANNOT waste the opportunity i need to send in at least an itty bitty ask

(guess about who the ask is)

(yeah)

so. buying boypussy!seb a new toy: a sizeable dildo with a suction cup that isn't enormous but gets larger towards the base, so it would be a bit of a challenge to take it all.

and not helping him with it one bit.

making out and touching him all over until he whines, but neither of you are getting your hands into his panties until they're properly soaked through--and that would take a hot minute, because he is sensitive and can get extremely wet with the right treatment, but lace doesnt soak up moisture well and extra layer on the inside doesnt help. slick starting to run down the inside of his thighs, getting where the panties slim down under his taint to disappear between his cheeks, before enough of it gets through the panties for him to be allowed to touch himself properly.

sliding a finger under the string to get it out of the way, it almost sliding out of your hand because the inside is coated in his juices so thickly its like sliding a fingertip through cupcake icing, him moaning in both relief and desperation because the friction of the fabric was starting to feel unkind, but at least it was friction.

pushing him off your lap and onto the floor, where the toy is fixed between the bed and the mirror, because you couldn't decide if you wanted to look at his soft butt or the faces he is making while he gets sinks onto it, down, down, down, slowly and carefully: he is forbidden to go faster than his body allows, but also forbidden to slide completely off until he reached the base at least once.

watching his face relax, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open, wet and pink and bitten, begging to be kissed, when he eventually makes it to the floor.

not warning him the toy is a remotely controlled vibrator.

ANYWAY �� mwah love you very much kisses to the polycule and everybody else who wants them gotta turn in have another flight in the morn 💜💜💜

Lemon 🍋

I…. Lemon why must you kill me like this?? This is fucking incredible. And get some rest!! I hope your flight goes well tomorrow!!

Your mention of a big dildo actually made me think about the fact that Seb is definitely a bit of a size queen? He just LOVES being stretched and always wants to see how big of a dildo he can fit in his pussy. And he absolutely loves when a dildo wrecks his pussy and then you fist him? Incredible. Ok anyway sorry that’s very off topic.

Back to the point.

Seb would he so frustrated that he has to wait until his panties are soaked. Maybe you told him to choose a pair of panties for the scene? And so he’s kicking himself bedside if he chose a pair of cotton ones, they’d already be soaked by now.

But no he had to try to be all sexy and choose a lace pair and now he’s so turned on that he’s fucking aching but he can’t touch yet because the stupid lace still isn’t wet properly.

And while you’re making out, you make sure that Seb can see the dildo? So he knows exactly what he’ll be getting when he’s wet enough and he’s only debating burning every single lace panty he owns just to prevent this situation from ever happening again.

Even though you told yourself you’d just remove his panties and get him on the dildo, you can’t help but rub your fingers over his clit a little? Just to hear him whine and cry and shake.

The poor thing is so desperate to get on the dildo though, he knows exactly what’s expected of him and he’s honestly in his element. He watches you with such a blissed out expression as he fucks the dildo, trying to reach the base before he cums.

And he’s so proud of himself when he has it all inside, looks up at you with a big smile cause he feels so good and so full and he knows you’re gonna be so proud of him.

You walk over, kneeling behind him and pressing a kiss to his neck before turning the vibration on without warning.

Instantly he cums. He loses his footing too, ends up falling and completely impaling himself on the dildo as the vibrations send him through another orgasm. The poor thing can’t stop himself from coming and can’t get his legs to work well enough to get off the dildo.

So he’s just stuck the, a massive dildo inside him vibrating and sending through orgasm after orgasm until you eventually turn the vibrations off and help him.

#kinktober tag #👅#🍋#sub!sebastian #sv #nsfw.#gn!reader

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years ago

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europe - request

pairing: sebastian stan x singer!reader (seb!pov)

summary: singer!reader writes another song, this one is about seb

warnings: suggestive content (*wink wonk*), language, the works ya know

a/n: this took so long bc im not lyrically inclined and there isn’t even that many lyrics in here. i can’t even guys this was a nice break though. i liked the concept, i hope i lived up to your dreams. :)

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are both open loves!

check out my other writing on my full m.list

Sebastian was doing a press interview for his new movie. It was his first on television interview. First time being back in the studio for The Late Late Show with James Corden. First time since you and him had gotten together. He was eager to see what James had in store for him.

He was wearing a bright yellow shirt paired with a red leather jacket. His legs were clad with a different pair that he wanted to wear originally because you couldn’t get quite enough of his thighs. Had he worn the other pair, there would’ve been a prominent wet spot on one leg where you rode him to your own satisfaction. The memory made him bite his lip and adjust his pants to try to quell his oncoming boner.

“Good luck out there tonight, lovey. You’re gonna crush it.” Your voicemail warmed Sebastian’s heart. He missed you a lot, but you were currently on your own press junket. Your new album finally came out and your manager had been running you ragged. Sebastian was so proud of everything you’ve accomplished, and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“Hi, Mr. Stan. You’re needed on deck in five minutes.” He nodded at the assistant producer who stuck her head in his dressing room. Sebastian ran his hands through his hair one more time before deciding enough was enough.

“Well, this is as good as it's gonna get.” He murmured to himself as he walked out of the dressing room. He rolled his shoulders, snuggling into the leather jacket encasing his back. Sebastian took a swig of a water bottle from the table backstage. He still got nervous when doing interviews, always worried that he’s going to say the wrong thing.

“And now I would like to introduce our next guest. You’ve seen him as Bucky Barnes in the Marvel Cinematic Universe for the last ten years. He’s played the borderline psychotic Jeff Gillooly in I, Tonya, and the corrupt Sheriff Bodecker from The Devil All The Time. It is my pleasure to introduce the one, the only, Sebastian Stan!”

James stood, clapping as Sebastian made his way to the main set area. He raised his right hand, his left remaining on his stomach. As he approached James, Sebastian switched hands, his left coming up as an offer for James to shake. Afterwards, James held his hand out to the chair beside his desk, waiting for Sebastian to sit down.

“Hi, Sebastian! It’s so good to have you back.” James’ accent broke Sebastian’s name up into three distinct syllables, bringing a smile to Seb’s face.

“It’s good to be back, man.” He grinned big, waiting for James to ask the first question. Once they got into it, the interview went smoothly. Sebastian was able to avoid giving out spoilers for his new project, leaving just enough to the imagination. James was in a fit of laughter after Sebastian had told a crazy story from being on set. James wiped tears away from his lower lashline, calming down just enough to catch his breath.

“Okay, so I want to move onto something else.” Sebastian sobered up quickly, unsure of where James was taking the conversation. “We want all the juicy details about your relationship with Y/N.” Sebastian’s brow raised as he pulled a face at James’ question. He laughed to himself for a minute before answering.

“Ya know, we really have you to thank for that.” Sebastian pointed at James, before bringing that same finger to rub his eye.

“Really?” The man’s voice pitched up, brows hitting his hairline.

“Oh yeah. We were only introduced because of your show.” Sebastian leaned back in his chair, remembering that night with you. The two of you had gone out for drinks, talking for hours at the bar and then even longer in his hotel room. He remembered waking up with you wrapped up in his arms. You didn’t have sex that night, but you definitely did the second night.

And oh god, if that second night wasn’t just as amazing as the first. The face you made whenever you climaxed danced it’s way to the forefront of Sebastian’s mind. Not good, definitely not good. He had to readjust himself in his pants again, crossing his legs to cover up his rather large problem.

“Yeah, we started dating that same week. Kept it quiet though.” Sebastian held his palm out in the air, bouncing it up and down.

“Right, right. And do you want to tell everyone how you did end up revealing that you and Y/N were an item?” Sebastian looked down at his lap, smirking to himself. “Or should we just play the clip?”

A clip played for the studio audience. It was Y/N doing her makeup for the Vogue Beauty Secrets Youtube video. Sebastian waltzed in the background of the shot. It then cuts to Sebastian kissing Y/N on the cheek, brandishing the hickey’s that she had sucked onto his cheek the night before. Mhm, I remember that night too.

Sebastian had surprised Y/N by coming to see her. He wasn’t doing anything and he missed you, so why waste a perfectly good opportunity. He spent the night there completely ravishing you until you begged him to stop. That night he proudly wore your thighs as earmuffs, burying his face in you. He really needed to stop reminiscing during an interview.

“How adorable. Was that planned at all? Or did you just do that because you could?” Sebastian shook his head, his right hand scratching at the stubble decorating his jaw.

“Oh, no. It definitely wasn’t planned. I honestly don’t remember if I knew Y/N was filming that morning, so I’m just glad I put on pants before I left the bedroom.” James laughed at Sebastian’s comment.

“Okay, so I’ve gotta ask your opinion on something though.” Sebastian made a hum of acknowledgement, signalling for James to continue. James leaned back, pulling out a cardstock of your new album. “So, this is Y/N’s new album, it just came out about three or four weeks ago?” The crowd clapped for you, and Sebastian cheered along with them.

“What do ya want my opinion on? If it’s the album, then I gotta tell ya, I loved it. Every single song on there is absolutely amazing.” James nodded, a smirk forming on his lips making Sebastian think he made a mistake.

“So you’re aware of the song Europe?” Sebastian smirked, nodding his head because he knew where this was going. “Would you like to tell us what that’s about?” James laughed as Sebastian stammered, looking for the right words. “I mean, let’s just read some of the lyrics.” James looked at the cards in his hands as Sebastian drifted into his thoughts again.

You had brought him into the studio before finalizing Europe. He remembers watching you twist your hands at your waist and continuously cracking your knuckles. Sebastian was curious because you hadn’t ever been like that when showing him a song before. Every question he had about your anxiety revolving around the song was thrown away when he heard it.

Europe was an ode to Sebastian, all of Sebastian. He couldn’t help pulling you down onto his lap by your waist as he listened. You were the only two in the studio, so the two of you were free to do whatever you wanted. The funny thing about that night was that there was a new track recording.

“Oh shit, Seb.” The dam broke afterwards, peels of laughter leaving your lips without explanation. Your right hand raised to your mouth, attempting (and failing) to quiet your giggles.

“Babe, why the ‘oh shit’?” You held up a finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet and listen. He strained his ears, waiting for his own ‘oh shit’ moment. Then, his own voice filtered into his ears, making him crease his brow in confusion. “What is that?”

“That’s the audio from when I first played you Europe.” Small giggles passed your lips again. “I was going to ask you if I could use, like, a sound byte from it for either the beginning or the end of the song.” Sebastian nodded, slightly amazed that you were so creative with your work. “But, I forgot to turn off the recording.” Sebastian’s eyes locked on your expression, waiting for him to connect the dots. He pulled a face and then,

“Oh shit.” His eyes widened, a huff of laughter escaping. “Wait, so it caught all of it?” Your lips rolled inwards, holding back laughs as you nodded your head. Sebastian raised a brow, his eyes flicking over your face. “Use it.” He had a few new hickeys after that night too, but not after decorating your body with a few of his own.

“Sebastian, I would like you to read a few lines from the song, please.” James handed Sebastian a card, a snort leaving Sebastian’s body involuntarily. He glanced at the cards, know the lyrics by heart already. He took a big breath, reading the lines that James chose. He threw him a look with his eyes, head tilting slightly toward the British man.

“Uh, okay, here we go.” Sebastian laughed to himself, blowing out a breath through clenched lips. He lifted the card again, “You know,” dropping his hand back to his lap while raising his other hand. “You know, she’s gonna make fun of me for this right?” James laughed, looking into the camera as if he was on The Office, then to the audience with a duh look on his face.

“Sebastian. We’re going to make fun of you.” The crowd didn’t hesitate to join in James’ amusement. Sebastian dropped his head into his hands, groaning loudly. “Do you need a little encouragement?” The audience began cheering and clapping for Sebastian.

“Fine, alright, alright.” He shook his head before starting. “Long nights with hickeys earned like a badge of honor. Teasing kisses, twisted sheets, all signs of true seduction.” Sebastian looked up from his hands, expecting James to say something. All James offered, though, was a wave of his hand for Sebastian to continue. “I never have to worry because all my sins are forgiven when I’m with you.” James held his hand up, stopping Sebastian from continuing.

“Okay, let’s dissect that, Mr. Stan.” James propped his elbow on his interview desk, placing his head at an angle in his palm. “What is this song about?” Sebastian’s lips curled inward, stopping himself from laughter.

“James,” Sebastian leaned forward against the arm of the couch. “I thought this was a family show.” The British man quirked a brow, sweeping both hands in front of his body gesturing to the studio.

“This is the Late Late Show, Sebastian.” He turned back to the audience, addressing them and the cameras. “And that is all the time we have tonight! Thank you to Sebastian for coming on the show with me tonight! And thank all of you for tuning in tonight. We’ll see you next time.” The producer beside the camera signaled that the show ended and Sebastian turned back to James.

“It’s a good song.” Sebastian smiled wide afterwards, saying his goodbyes to the crew. He was back in the safety of his dressing room when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He knew that it was you from the personally assigned ringtone you picked out when he wasn’t looking.

“The Internet is going to eat you alive.” Sebastian grinned as your peels of laughter trickled in through the speaker of his phone.

“Oh yeah, could you imagine if I told them that it wasn’t just random sounds at the end?” He could just imagine your smirk at his mention of your little addition to Europe.

“We’re gonna have to do that again.” Sebastian paused, waiting for you to explain. “Although I think next time we should do a visual along with the audio. You pickin’ up what I’m putting down Stan?” Sebastian smirked to himself, thinking about being able to watch himself bring you to the brink over and over again, even when you’re not together. His pants got tighter at the idea.

“I think we might have to look into that, Y/L/N.”

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jedijesi · 3 years ago

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Biblichor: Chapter 20

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Series Masterlist 🤍 Previous Chapter

Warnings: Angst, Fluff????, she/her pronouns

Chapter Summery: You continue to recover from the tragedy at the library, but what happened while you were unconscious?

Word Count: 4,200+

A/N: Im currently in the moving process so this next week is going to be too insane for me to write.🤍 Sorry! I’m genuinely shocked I even found the time to do this but please enjoy!🤍

A soft, golden light shines on your eyelids, causing you to slowly blink awake. Your eyelids feel heavy, too heavy to open, but you fought through the discomfort. The pounding of your heart echoed in your ears as you looked around the room. The last thing you could really recall was Seb trying to get back with you in the library. Now, you are lying in a bed in a strange dark room.

You reach down to pull the covers of the bed up further to shelter you from the abnormality, but your sore body stopped you. You hissed and looked down at the bed. That's when you realized how incredibly soft the blankets around your torso and legs were. If you didn't know it was a bed, you would have guessed it was a cloud. Fighting the pain, you slowly stretched your arms open. It stung a little bit, but the feeling of your muscles relaxing was worth it. Unlike your small twin-sized bed, this one went on for miles. Your small bed could never compare to the heaven this bed brought you. An involuntary hum escaped your mouth as you enjoyed the foreign comfort.

You closed your eyes again in pleasure when memories came flooding back in. Not everything returned, though. Only the smell of fire, screams, bright lights, and a song by the Beach Boys. You furrowed your brows at the last faint memory but chose to ignore it when another interrupted.

. . . . .

12 days ago (1 Hour after Javier left)

“Chica!” Mary ran into the room with tears streaming down her face. “Oh, my precious, Chica! You don’t deserve this.” Mary leaned over you to give you a light hug.

Behind Mary, stood Chris and Steve. They shared faces laced with guilt. They too, felt some sort of responsibility for what had happened. You tried your best to give them a smile, but your aching body made it difficult.

“Has Javier visited yet?”

Your memory becomes foggy here. All you remember is the sick feeling in your gut and tears rolling down your cheeks.

You paused your thought to try to remember the last time you had seen Javier, but cringe, remembering how he ran away after you poured your heart out to him.

The rest of the memory was filled with you listening to Mary rant about how much she hates Javier. Soon after that, Connie had entered with your dose of medicine, and the memory ended there.

. . . . .

You sighed and tried to shimmy yourself up so that you could lean your back upon the pillows against the headboard. It took a few minutes of pain, but eventually, you were in a sitting position.

Your nerves returned once again when you looked around the shadowy room. For a bedroom, it was pretty empty- practically lifeless. Two lamps were placed on the nightstands beside the colossal bed. There was an open door that led to the bathroom. A dresser stood against the wall, at the end of the bed, and beside that was a door. You guessed the door led to the anonymous outside, but you were too nervous to test your theory.

You looked down at the gray sweatshirt on your body and tilted your head in dismay. It was much too large to be yours and based off of the fuzzy inside, it must have been worn only a few times. Although you loved the smell that it radiated, smelling like home. The duvet shifted, revealing more of the mysterious sweatshirt that read "DEA".

Your heart leaped when the doorknob started to jiggle. You quickly look around to find something to defend yourself with but was too late. The door opened, and you let out a small shriek before shutting your eyes.

“Woah! It's okay! It's just me!”

You hesitantly open your eyes to the beautiful sight before you. Feelings of relief, hatred, and adoration battled internally.

“What are you doing here, Javi? What am I doing here?”

Javier gave you an awkward smile before walking closer to you. He set a tray of food down on the nightstand beside the bed before taking a seat.

“It's… been a long and complicated twelve days.” Javier rubbed his hands together, unsure of where to start.

. . . . .

10 days ago

Mary sat in her apartment with Chris’, laughing at each other stupid jokes and chatting as they finished packing the last of their boxes.

“I feel guilty,” Mary said, suddenly as she put the folded shirt inside the box.

“Why?” Chris walked over to his glum girlfriend and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“It's just- when she’s fully conscious again, everything will have changed. Normally we would be giggling and gossiping as we packed together, but… now she's going to wake up, and I'll be gone.”

“You won’t be gone, sweetheart. You’ll be a short drive away. We both agreed; what happened at the library...” Chris and Mary stop to give each other sad looks. “We can't wait any longer. Who knows what will happen next in this ridiculous world we're in.”

Mary slowly nodded before taping up the last box. “But you have to let me take care of her when she gets out of the hospital.”

“Of course, my love.” Chris presses another kiss to Mary’s temple before picking up the stack of boxes.

The two spend the rest of the afternoon making trips up and down the stairs to place the items in Mary’s jeep. On their last trip, Josie, the landlord, had made a surprise visit.

“Oh, hi Josie, have you come to collect my keys?” Mary asks as she sets the box in her car.

“Oh, I forgot you were moving today. I guess I could collect those.” Mary turns around to look through her purse for the keys. “Is your neighbor-friend still in the hospital?”

Mary frowns and nods. ‘Yes, she'll be there for another few days… Why do you ask?” Mary turns around, suspicious of Josie’s intentions.

“I’m evicting her.” She says, emotionless.

“What?! You can't evict her!”

“Actually, I can. Rent was due yesterday, and nobody paid it.”

“Let me pay it then!” Mary could feel her blood boil. For years, Josie has been looking for an excuse to evict you. It wasn't your fault her husband was smitten with you. Of course, she would choose now- like the bitch she is- to evict you.”

“No. Paperwork has already been put in. I already have a new tenant, so I'll be throwing away her stuff tonight.” If Chris didn’t walk out of the apartment just now, Mary would have beaten Josie into the ground.

“What’s going on?”

“This asshole is evicting my best friend!” Mary yells as she points a finger at Josie’s smug face.

“Okay, how about she moves in with us then? We can take her stuff and keep it in the living room.” Mary sighs at how perfect her boyfriend is to offer such an act.

“Chris, your apartment is huge, but it only has one bedroom. It’s going to get weird over time.”

“Nonsense, I'll do anything to make you happy. Plus she's a delight to be around!” His smile makes her heart burst with love. “And if it becomes too much, we'll help her find a new apartment.”

Mary nods and turns to Josie. “Give me a few hours. I'll have her place cleaned out before midnight.” Mary storms back into the apartment building, making sure to bump into Josie before entering.

Chris and Mary spent the rest of the evening and into the night boxing up your stuff for the move. In between trips, Mary would stop to cry. It wasn’t fair. You don't have any power over what has been happening, and soon you’ll have to wreak the consequences that this shitty world has given you.

After Mary and Chris finished unpacking their boxes into their newly shared apartment, they returned to unload yours. One by one, they carried in heavy brown boxes with your name labeled on them.

One particularly heavy box started to slip out of Mary’s grasp but was quickly caught before I could hit the floor. “Oh! Thank yo… never mind.” Mary rolled her eyes when she saw Javier helping her on the other side.

Javier sighs; being on Mary’s bad side had been hell. Anytime they bumped into each other, she would give him passive-aggressive comments… or sometimes, just plain aggressive comments.

“What is this?” Javier notices your name written on the side of the box.

“It's none of your business, asshole.” Mary tries to walk into the apartment as fast as possible to shut Javier out but is rudely interrupted.

“It's her stuff. She got evicted, so we have to move her in with us.” Chris appears on the steps behind the two.

“Oh…” Javier drifts off into thought as Mary scolds Chris. “She can move in with me-“

‘Hell no! Are you insane? Are you ill? Why on this god-forsaken planet would I let that happen?”

“Because it's going to get cramped and uncomfortable for you two. Do you really think she would willingly want to move in with you guys?” Mary raises her finger to retort but is cut off by Javier. “She’s going to be uncomfortable the whole time and feel like an inconvenience. It’ll only add to her living hell. Yes, I know that her moving in with me… isn't the best choice, but I have space. I'll give her my room and sleep on the couch. Plus, I live right across the hall, so you can stop by and take care of her since you don’t trust me.”

“No!” Mary refuses to give Javier the luxury of consideration.

“Actually,” Chris speaks up, causing Mary to look at him in shock and offense. “That's a pretty great idea.”

“Chris!”

“I’m serious! Nobody is really going to be satisfied with this arrangement, and I have no doubt Javier will take care of her.” Chris smiles in an attempt to be Javier’s wingman at Mary’s expense.

“I would rather her live with Sebastian than someone as vile as you!” Mary’s words cut deep, knowing what she’s yet to find out.

“That's a bit much, Babe.”

Mary groans and rolls her eyes in defeat. As much as she hates to admit it, they were right. Even though the situation isn't ideal, it would work better for everyone in the end. “Fine, whatever!” Mary squints her eyes at Javier and takes a few steps towards him “But if anything goes wrong, you're done. If the water is too cold or if pillows haven’t been fluffed, you're done. I don't care what it is, but if anything is not to my standards, I will happily kill you myself.” Javier hastily nods his head - Mary’s intimidation worked like a charm.

Instead of entering their apartment, Mary and Chris turn to walk to Javier’s. She hated walking into the sad, empty, pathetic apartment, but she knew this was probably the best option.

. . . . .

“Oh,” You pondered everything you missed while you were unconscious. Your eyes started to sting with the formation of tears.

“I'm sorry, Pri-” Javier cut himself off, then mentally scolded himself for his old habit. “How much do you remember?” He selfishly asked so that he could know where you two stood.

“Not much… Just a few things from the library, Mary and Chris visiting, and a few pointless things.” That was a lie. You remember more than that, but you didn't want him to know.

Javier hummed and slowly nodded his head. “I- I visited you… do you remember that?”

“You did? Oh, I'm sorry I don’t. Can you help refresh my memory?” A shadow of guilt fell upon you for not remembering such a crucial point in time.

Greedily, Javier shook his head at your request. He worried that he'd enable history to repeat its broken course if he did so. “Maybe another time.” There would be no “other time”.

“Well,” Javier snapped out of his depressed state and quickly changed the subject to his first purpose. “We start your new meds today, so take this. These won't make you sleep anymore. They're just antibiotics and pain meds.” Javier hands you a handful of pills along with a glass of water. You try to reach up and take it from him but hiss at the pain. “Oh, shit! I'm sorry! Let me.”

Javier scooted closer to you, making butterflies in your stomach involuntarily dance. What you didn't know was that the butterflies in Javier’s stomach were fluttering as well.” He did everything in his power to appear calm and collected, but the nerves seeped through and into his shaking, sweaty palms.

Your mouth opened to welcome the pills in. Javier then held the cool glass of water in one hand and held the back of your neck with the other. He carefully tilted your head before letting you take a sip to wash down the medicine. He sat and watched as you swallowed everything- your eyes never leaving each other. Your hearts beat rapidly against your chests, but they were beating in sync.

Time seemed to be moving slowly, but your mind was racing. After everything, after this hell you've been through; was it worth it? Could a life together ever be possible, or would he run away again? You've lost your home, your job, your love… is it worth risking more? Yet, you've already lost everything, so what's left to lose? Unfortunately, you didn't have much more time to decide. Kiss him, or leave him?

Javier’s hand on the back of your neck didn't move. His heart screamed at him, begging him to make a move. This was his chance… this was his second chance.

Your bodies start to move towards each other as if there were some sort of magnetic field doing it. The feel of his breath dancing across your skin gives you goosebumps. Javier leans his forehead against yours, watching the way your lips subconsciously readied themselves for his. The feel of his nose brushing oh so lightly against yours makes you want to weep. But your body had a completely new reaction when his lips brush over yours- intoxicating you with the familiar feeling of the Javier you fell so deeply in love for. Javier leaves the final move to you, but you don't do anything. The memory you keep from Javier plays in your mind, causing a tear to escape and slither down your cheek. Javier’s heart stops when he realizes you're not kissing him- but crying instead.

A knock at the front door interrupts the moment. “I-I’ll go get it.” Javier reluctantly pulls away and walks out of the room.

You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you as you attempt to breathe. You take the ends of your sleeves and wipe away any stray tears to help convince the outside world you were fine - even if you were really doing it to deceive yourself.

Javier opens the door and rolls his eyes.

“Don't you roll your eyes at me, Peña! You're already on thin ice!”

“You're late. I had to give her the medicine.” Mary’s eyes darken with anger at his sassy attitude. Even though Javier did the right thing, she still scavenged for a reason to be mad at him.

“Well… thanks for not letting her die... again.” Now, it was Javier’s turn to be upset. He hated that Mary blamed him for all of this. Maybe it could have been avoided, and maybe he had some blame for this. Yet, being known as the sole reason for your suffering took a toll on him. The worst part was that the more she said it, the more he believed it.

Mary’s eyes lit up when she saw you awake and well. “Chica!” Mary sprinted over to you, practically jumping on you for a hug.

“Ow!” You yelled, still not fully healed.

“Oh! I'm sorry! I just got excited!” She says with a guilty laugh.

“It’s okay. So… I heard you moved in with someone.” You smirk at your blushing best friend.

“Maybe…”

“Tell me everything!” And she did- for hours.

You and Mary spent the day talking about her and Chris’ new chapter of their lives. You expressed nothing but love and support, but deep down, buried under everything, a slight envy bubble. That should be me.

Eventually, Chris, Steve, and Connie came over to greet you. Connie had brought over a beautiful bouquet of flowers from the Busy Bee Florist, and Chris brought you your favorite sweets to nibble on.

It was difficult for Javier to watch the interaction, knowing you weren't his anymore. Watching you laugh and get along with his friends was just salt in the wound. Especially while you lay in his bed with his old DEA sweatshirt on. He wanted to prove to you how much he loved you, tell you how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Yet, the world continues to mock and tease him. The games life continued to play with him only brought him to rock bottom and made him do what he considered to be the “absurd” act.

. . . . .

9 days ago

Javier sat at the bench outside of the hospital, examining every person that walked in and out. Since his encounter with Sebastian, three days ago, he was worried something may happen to you. The fear became a plague that made him incapable of doing normal everyday tasks. To combat this, Javier took night shifts at the hospital. Since Mary and Connie would spend all day with you, he knew you'd be safe with those fierce ladies around. He would sit there with his large cup of coffee in one hand as the other rested on his gun.

Around 1 am, Javier could feel a wave of hopelessness consume him. His mind attacked himself, telling him how you'll never love him again, how he'll never find love. Before his mind could drag him further into the pit of despair, he stood up and walked to the public landline next to the bench.

He inputted the number and waited, hoping they’d pick up. After five rings, Javier hears a groggy hello.

“Pop?”

“Mijo? What's wrong?” The tired, aged voice asked with concern.

“I fucked up, Pop. I-Im a failure.” Javier leaned his head against his arm that was propped up on the pole.

“Why do you think that? What happened?”

“I did the impossible… I- I found the one… and- and I lost her.” Javier closed his eyes and let the heartbreak fall down his face as he vented to his father. “I lost her, Dad.”

. . . . .

Javier sighed at the memory before pulling himself away from the corridor. He walked back into the kitchen and pulled out his bottle of whisky Steve bought him a few years back, pouring himself a more than generous amount.

“You're finally drinking it.”

“Might as well,” Javier said before taking a gulp. “Want some?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Steve took a seat at the island bar where Javier served him. “I'm sorry, man. I'm sure this is all tough on you.”

Javier shrugs as he takes another sip. “Not how I planned my life to go.”

“Can… I help with anything?”

“Other than killing Sebastian? No. I don't think there's anything you can do.”

Javier had told the other agents of what happened with Sebastian, but it came with a rule. The one rule he made very clear to them all was that nobody else was to know of this. Not you. Not Mary. Not Connie. Nobody. You've already been through so much trauma. Who knows what this information would do to you. That was a risk Javier was willing to take.

“We could get extra help, you know.” Javier looks at Steve, confused by his cryptic wording. That's when the lightbulb in Javier’s mind goes off. Steve laughs as Javier almost spills his drink, sprinting for the phone.

“For once, you're a genius!”

. . . . .

Night fell, and stomachs started to rumble. Steve ordered everyone a pizza to share, but due to your immobility, Connie graciously stayed with you while Mary took a much-needed break to socialize.

“Here you go, Hon.” Connie hands you the plate of food. You carefully eat it with the occasional help from Connie.

“How have your past two weeks been? Have I missed anything?” You ask curiously before attempting to eat.

Connie chuckles, “We've had quite the two weeks, actually.” Connie pauses to smile at herself before continuing. “Steve and I are adopting a little girl!”

“What! Ow!” Your burst of excitement causes sharp pain in your abdomen.

“Mmhmm! We're in the adoption process right now! She’s a toddler; lost her mother in the library bombing.” You and Connie go silent for a moment, thinking about the tragic day.

“I'm happy for you, Connie. You're going to be a fantastic mother.” You give her your best attempt at a smile. Connie notices your struggle and understands why it's difficult for you to show that much emotion right now.

At least some sort of joy was able to spark from tragedy. It was tough to see others live your fantasies, though. Connie and Steve had such a beautiful life. They both had jobs, a happy marriage, a beautiful home, and soon, a daughter. When you were with Seb, you used to think you'd have all that by now, but here you are- suffering at rock bottom. Then there were the times you were stupid enough to believe Javier Peña himself would be willing to have a life with you, but you know, deep down, that would never be a possibility.

After dinner people started going home. Each friend made sure to stop and give you their condolences before leaving. It was sweet, but also it made you feel weak and broken. You twiddled with the DEA sweatshirt as you tried to pull yourself away from your negative thoughts when a figure in the doorway distracted you.

“Oh! Javi, hi.”

“H-hi. I was going to get ready for bed. Wanted to check if you need anything?” His heart clenched at the beautiful- practically perfect- sight in front of him. The only thing wrong with the picture was that he wasn't sleeping beside you tonight.

You shyly shook your head, still feeling the awkward tension from this morning’s interaction.

“Alright, goodnight.” Javier gave you a sad weak smile.

“Goodnight.” You watched as Javier turned off the light and shut the door. “Javi!” The door swung open in a panic.

“Are you okay?”

“C-Could you...” Stay with me forever “tuck me in?”

Javier nodded and walked over to you. He leaned over to turn on the lamp beside you to illuminate the room with a golden glow. Then, he proceeded to gently lift your head to fluff your pillow- cradling the back of your head as if it were porcelain. You watched him intently as Javier tried to ignore the pressure your stare was creating. He wanted to return the look and stare back into your eyes, but he knew if he did, he’d never be able to look away again.

Once the pillows were up to the required standards to secure your head, Javier continued on. He made his way to the pile of blankets located at the end of the bed, carefully chose the softest ones. They were laid on you to create a burrito of warmth and comfort. You let out a moan at the foreign feeling of this much coziness - snuggling yourself deeper into the heavenly bed. Javier couldn't help but smile at the adorable grin you make when you're cozy. The last time you had made this signature grin was when you were holding each other in bed.

“Can I help you with anything else?” Javier prayed you'd say yes; give him another opportunity to linger by your side.

You spent a moment pondering your options. It would be easy to say yes and selfishly keep him nearby, but would that mean you were giving in and beckoning more heartbreak? To avoid any further collateral, you shook your head. It was silly, though. Your desperate attempt to avoid pain only made things worse, but you'd never see it that way.

The anticipation of your answer got Javier’s heart to beat faster, but the shake of your head made it drop. He tried to find ways to justify everything, telling himself it was for the best or trying to convince himself he was much too tired to possibly stay up with you.

“I'll be right outside the door, so call me if you need anything- anything at all.”

You nod your head again, still feeling too shy to have a proper conversation with Javier. Can you blame yourself, though? You were living with your ex-boyfriend, sleeping in his bed, with his clothes on, as he took care of you.

Javier leaned over and reluctantly turned off the lamp- not wanting to lose you to the dark of the night. The light turned off, causing everything to disappear, leaving the rays of the moonlight to illuminate each other's faces through the cracks of the curtains.

Suddenly, you felt the tips of Javier’s finger brush your cheek. You look into his moonlit eyes with the grief of your lost love. Javier slowly closes his eyes and leans forward, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. The faint touch sends a shiver through your body, igniting sparks to take flight. You wish the moment would last forever, but it is quickly over.

“Goodnight, Princess,” Javier says, just below a whisper. Just like that, he was gone.

Chapter 21

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morizoras-cave · 4 years ago

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Don’t Apologize (Request)

Sebastian Stan x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Anthony Mackie x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Hi🖐 Can I please request a cast x teen reader and there in an interview and she's quite shy and doesnt talk much and the interviewer knows that so they ask her all the questions but she cant and she starts to cry so the cast get angry or something. I love your writing♥️

Warnings: language, anxiety

(A/N): so sorry i didnt do this like i usually do my cast x readers, i only chose seb and anthony for this. i hope its still alright. and im back to requests again, although it’s been fun doing some of my own work (and also work with loz, that beautiful bastard) for a while :)

“See you later, Bryan.. If you know what I mean!” Anthony yelled after the last interviewer, as he shuffled out the room with his list of unanswered. You and Sebastian were cackling, wiping your tears. You’d lost track of how many interviews you’d had to sit through of Anthony talking about his ‘round brown’.

“Oh my god, how many of these do we have left?” Sebastian asked, calming down finally, and running a hand through his hair.

“Why? You have something you want to tell me?” Anthony joked accusingly, looking from Sebastian to you. You shook your head silently, hoping to not be dragged into one of their never ending discussions.

“Don’t- Don’t drag me into your shit, Mackie,” you mumbled. A wheeze escaped Anthony at your shy mumble. “Why couldn’t they just have paired me with Elizabeth again?”

Before Anthony could begin joking and making you and Sebastian laugh again, another interviewer walked in. She looked uptight and collected, wearing professional clothing and holding rather official looking papers.

“Hello, I’m Yolanda,” she greeted Sebastian with a toothpaste-smile, and shook his hand firmly, before doing the same to you and Anthony. She was intimidating, not casual or approachable, but someone who had their shit together.

She seemed interested in you right from the start. In her first few questions, she’d always look directly at you while asking. Her sharp gaze was anxiety inducing, even more so than all the other interviewers. Sebastian and Anthony ended up answering for you though, knowing that you were shy and uncomfortable with people. Yolanda didn’t seem satisfied with this though.

“Y/n,” now she was addressing you directly, spitting your name from her mouth like poison, “would you say that this movie is in line with you and your coworkers’ character arcs?”

You were sure you could answer it. Well, if you were at home, talking to your pillow. Right there you could feel your heart beating painfully against your ribcage. Both of the men on either side of you definitely heard the way your breathing picked up.

“Uh. Well. Yeah, to a- to a degree. Some of them,” you choked out. Pathetically, you realized you were blinking away tears. No one had noticed yet, thank goodness. What a stupid thing to cry about, you thought.

“Do you think it aligns with the comics’ character arcs? Do you think it’s good to diverge from the original story?” She asked intensely, eyes still boring into yours. You kept your gaze at the floor sheepishly, picking at your nails.

Sebastian looked down at your hands in your lap, and quickly grabbed one in his hold, preventing you from picking your fingers.

“Um.. Well, I think- I think that there are a lot of, you know, um, storylines and arcs in the, uh, the comics, so staying canon could mean a- a lot of things,” when you finished your sentence, you breathed out in relief. Your entire torso seemed inhabited by a wild, unresting anxiety, tingling and aching.

A single tear slid down your face, and you quickly rushed the hand that was not in Sebastian’s to wipe it away. This definitely did not go unnoticed. You immediately felt Sebastian squeeze your hand and Anthony putting his arm around you protectively.

“What the damn hell, lady? You’re stressing them out!” Anthony boomed, gesturing wildly with his free hand. You looked up and saw Sebastian’s jaw clenched and brows furrowed. Anthony had a similar expression, you discovered when you turned to him, a frown prominent on his features, and intense eyes.

“What’s your problem?” Sebastian yelled. The woman seemed taken aback, mouth agape and on her chest like she couldn’t believe that they thought this was her fault.

“It’s not my fault they started crying!” she said. Her voice shook quietly, clenching her hands around the bottom of the chair she sat on.

“Yeah, it is your fault!” Anthony said. Meanwhile, you sat there uncomfortably, shaking. She was right, you thought, it was your fault for being such a baby, she was just doing her job.

“I’m- I’m sorry, it’s not your fault-” you begun, finally raising your head to meet the woman’s eyes. Her gaze made you tremble. She was bristling.

“No, Y/n, don’t apologize. It is her fault.” Sebastian cut you off, squeezing your hand once more, encasing it in his two. Anthony nodded angrily.

“Alright, I think it’s best if you leave.” Another woman, whom you recognized as Anthony’s publicist, came racing into the interview. She put her hands on her hips, and nodded towards the door sassily.

The interviewer huffed, and gave you another furious look. “You’ll hear of this on my blog. The world will know!” Then she got up and away, stomping all the way out. You breathed a sigh of relief, the moment the door closed behind her.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian immediately turned to you, searching your eyes again. His heart broke at the way you trembled. You nodded.

“Man, that woman was an asshole!” Anthony, too, could feel the way you shook under his arm on your shoulders. “That was not your fault, she was just a dick!”

“Agreed!” Sebastian scoffed, hands still holding yours.

Anthony’s publicist studied you three for a moment, furrowing her brows and chewing her lips. Then she looked at the filming crew, and the back at you three. “How about we say we’re done for today?”

You all looked up, “Really?”

“I’ll handle the marvel dudes. You guys just take the rest of the day off,” she smiled warmly at you, a caring look in her eyes. A grin stretched on your face. Anthony and Sebastian exchanged glances when they saw your face, smiling.

“Back to the hotel then!” Sebastian grunted as you all stood up. You left and drove back to the hotel, and when you got there you ate sandwiches and chips. After that the three of you played Mario Kart together (something you’d taught them, and they’d absolutely fallen in love with it).

“Fuck you, Stan!” Anthony spat, doing a flip over Sebastian’s kart and getting into 3rd place. You giggled from your place on 1st.

“Oh fuck, don’t do this, Mackie, don’t do this!”

“Adios, Amigo!” Anthony cackled, disappearing far in front of Sebastian. The latter threw his head back in defeat. The round ended, you crossing the finish line on first, Anthony on second and Sebastian on fourth.

“That was a shitty round, I demand a rematch,” he said, sipping his water. Anthony scoffed and shook his head. You did too.

“Hey, by the way, N/n?” Anthony was looking at you from his place beside you on the couch. You nodded questioningly. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right? What happened back there with that lady?”

You grew quiet, heat rising to your cheeks. Sebastian had a look on his face. You guessed they had talked together, that they would bring it up with you again.

“Because it wasn’t. It’s not your fault you feel this way. It was that lady who should have been more mindful of you and how you feel. She was clearly trying to take advantage of your timidness to make you spoil something,” Sebastian continued. He still seemed angry, actually, clenching his hand.

“So don’t apologize for that stuff, alright? That ain’t on you,” Anthony patted your back. You looked at him and then Sebastian with a smile, and then nodded sheepishly.

“Alright, yeah. I guess you’re right,” you said softly.

“Of course we’re right!” Anthony was (unsurprisingly) immediately back to normal, “now back to the game, kiddos. Sebastian wants a rematch, he’ll get one.”

And then you played Mario Kart together for an unspecified number of hours, the thought of that asshole interviewer long gone. You felt right at home, at number one in Mario Kart and number one in their hearts.

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angstysebfan · 4 years ago

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PR Stunt Gone Wrong - Chapter 28

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: You are a fellow actress in the MCU, Bucky’s love interest. You met Seb during the CA: WS and you guys hit it off. Chemistry on and off the set, but never dated until after Infinity War. During filming of FATWS, the pandemic caused everything to shut down. Seb offered you to spend quarantine with him, but somewhere along the lines, things go wrong and Seb makes a PR decision.

A/N: I was going to to this in a Bucky story, but then I decided to keep it Seb. With everything going on with Seb over the last several months, I came up with this story in my head. Obviously a lot of this is made up, but it is using what we know Seb has been doing over the last several months.

After Sebastian left, you spent a great deal of your time back on the beach, thinking. You were thankful that the area was quiet and empty and you could have time with your thoughts as you walked up and down the long beachfront with Tucker. You started thinking about everything, and got very overwhelmed. You decided to break everything down.

You started with Chase, since you both had a newer relationship, so not as much to think about. Chase was the one that was there for you when you fell apart. He came to your rescue like a knight in shining white armor. He held you when you cried, he told you all your feelings were valid, and he made you pick yourself up when you were down. He respected your ongoing feelings for Seb and never pressured you to move on.

When you both kissed the first time, you didn’t know what to think. Of course you liked it, but you immediately stopped it. You assumed it was because you weren’t over Seb. You convinced yourself that you didn’t have feelings for Chase. You tried to shut down anything that would have made you feel more for Chase, because he had become your best friend. You, eventually, let your walls down and allowed yourself to give in to temptation.

At first you didn’t regret it, because nothing changed between you. As time went on, however, you started to have some feelings, and knew he did also. When he left you to film, you missed him, a lot. But now that you think about it, you did pretty well on your own. You were calling him every day, only when you needed advice. Most of the time you were too busy with work, or talking about the trial to talk to him.

Going out to LA was amazing, and you are honestly happy you did it. Seeing him again, being with him, letting him in more, was perfect. You thought you were going to be out there for awhile, but you chose to leave. You wanted time to think. You were confused by your feelings for him, and for Sebastian.

Now Sebastian was a whole other matter. You have known him for so long, and have had so many ups and downs with him, you don’t know where to start. I guess the clue was when he didn’t choose you at first to be with. You were his fuck buddy, and nothing more. It took awhile for you both to get on the same page, and you decided to give him another chance. It was still rocky, but for the most part, you were happy.

You feel in love with him, hard. You started picturing a long life with him. Marriage, kids, growing old together, the works. You were too scared to tell him how you felt, thinking he would run away. Another clue, I guess. It took awhile, but he said it first. As mad as you were at him, your heart lit up like Christmas when you heard those words. When you finally said them back, you felt like the Earth shifted and everything was finally in their right place.

The pandemic brought a lot of struggle for you both, but you kept going, together. It wasn’t until he was given the ultimatum of doing this PR relationship, or your career was going to be ruined. You still wish that he would have spoken to you. That he would have told you what was going on, so you could fight it together. But, “to protect you” he left you. Leaving you broke you, and then find out that he was with another woman, who was younger, and thinner, prettier (in your head), broke you more.

Why would you believe that it wasn’t real? He didn’t answer your calls, texts, or any other communication. He only reached out after he saw you and Chase together, because he was jealous. Seeing him again for the first time, and seeing his sad eyes, all you wanted to do was run into his arms. You always wanted to protect him, just like he always wants to protect you. You can’t fault him for that, though you wish you could.

But he fucking slept with the bitch! That is something you are not sure you can forgive. You swore you would never sleep with him again, but obviously that didn’t work out. You want to know why! Why did he have to sleep with her? He even admitted that he liked it. That is a smack in the face like no other.

You will never forget that day in your trailer, when he told you what was going on. You finally told him how you felt. That you hated him, which a part of you really does. You hate that he took it upon himself to do this without talking to you. You hate that he broke your heart and acted like it wasn’t a big deal. You hated that he slept with her who knows how many times. Your emotions got the better of you and slept with him. You made sure that there was no emotions except anger in that moment.

Since then, he has been patient, and understanding, and kind. Almost like the old Seb that you fell in love with. He has let you be a part of everything with the case, and has been behind you with all decisions you have made. Even telling you if you chose Chase, he would support it. You feel tears in your eyes thinking about that.

Chase gave you up. Didn’t let you figure out your feelings. What if you want to be with him? Will be reject you? Is he with someone else now? Did he end it because he was jealous of the pictures with you and Sebastian? You’re glad you have this place to run away to, and still Sebastian found you. He came for you. To make sure you were ok, and safe, and that you knew you were not alone.

Today when you slept with Sebastian, you knew it wasn’t just sex for him. He was making love to you. He took his time and worshipped you; just like he used to. He made you feel loved and cherished, and you would lie if you said you didn’t enjoy every second of it. You know Seb loves you, even though he was shit at showing you before, he has shown it recently. But is it enough? Can you trust that he will continue down this path of being open, honest, and truthful with you?

When you called Chase, you thought you just needed closure, but after the conversation, you feel like you still need to consider your feelings for him. You have 2 men who you care for greatly. You have a broken heart that was caused by both of them, you need to protect. What is the right way?

You start heading off the beach toward the house. The sun has practically set and it was getting cold. You feel like you have made your decision, but you want to sleep on it and see if you still feel the same way in the morning. Then you need to get the courage to tell everyone involved.

No matter the outcome, you are doing this for you. You are making your own decisions now. You control your own destiny.

Chapter 27 / Chapter 29

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hisbutlerisahunter · 4 years ago

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A/N: obviously this is a little but Modern! AU because theatre wouldve been the thing back then, so a lil future seb for you all!

Day 11- Holiday film

Pairing: Sebastian x reader

You could not believe what you were hearing right now. Obviously the situation wasnt as serious as you were making it out to be, but this man was a demon who was centuries old and he had yet to watch one singular holiday film.

“y/n i simply dont have the time i dont understand what you’re not grasping” he states simply.

“Its something everyone does, its fun” You scoff and roll your eyes, of course he didnt get why it was a big deal, well if he didnt get it you’d help him see. Sebastian crosses his arms and frowns, mumbling about not being fun and never having time.

“Well this afternoon you will have time” he opens his mouth to speak “and dont try to back out because i know you have the afternoon off”. He thinks and whilst he does you drive it home “just one film seb, please” he eyes you for a second before sighing and agreeing.

You spend all of your midday rushing around finding comfy blankets and the perfect film, not that this will matter to Sebastian. He will appreciate the effort you went through but he doesnt care about the actual comfort that comes from fluffy blankets.

“finally set up?” sebastian questions as he walks into your room. It was extremely nice working for a rich brat sometimes, especially when it came to your own room.

“yes its all perfect now come” you pat the bed next to you as you get comfortable. He walks over with that very predatory look in his eyes and you have to laugh.

“dont even try pulling your moves on me michaelis, you’re not getting out of this plus youll life this film i promise” you smirk to yourself as you catch his slight pout out of the corner of your eye.

He takes off his shoes and jacket before letting you cuddle into him as the film starts. You chose a classic Halloween film, you’d thought staring with a gory film that links to halloween would get seb to eventually come around to christmas films. He was so going to love The Grinch but that could wait for another time.

“thats not how you kill them, idiot” he huffs as he lets his hand wander up and down your back.

“something to say babe?” you hum and smile as he averts his eyes back to the tv, he hates admitting to being wrong.

The film goes on and Sebastian gets into all the horror and killing of it all. You hadnt actually thought hed respond so well but you were definitely glad he had. As soon as the film ends Sebastian speaks up.

“So every year instead of going out you watch Halloween films, like this?” His bluntness about you not going out to celebrate has you flushing lightly, you are however used to the actual bluntness at this point.

“Yes, i get it, i dont go out, stop making fun im trying to show you so-” he cuts you off and shakes his head lightly, teasingly and chuckles.

“No i meant, if you humans do this all the time, there are more films like this one, yes?” He,,, actually wanted to watch more. Nodding eagerly you get up from the bed and pick out a few more classicly old slashers and horrors.

“Theres way more, if you wanted to admit i was right you only had to say” you puff out your chest and smirk to yourself and Sebastian laughs. Hed pouted at first before seeing how proud of yourself you were and it made him chuckle.

“Hmm yes i guess you were right, this is fun” you cheer and giggle as you grab another film. He did have the afternoon off after all, you were going to show him all the Halloween films you possibly could before he changed his mind

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docshollidaze · 4 years ago

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FEVER

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: i dont even think this one has a cuss word.

a/n: OH MY GOD. the last oneshot has 55 notes and it was so bad. im anxious to see how many notes this piece of trash gets, lmao. also bucky doesnt have very many happy moments on screen so have a Seb gif instead :D

You sat on the loveseat in the living room, all bundled up in your favorite hoodie and blankets. You couldn't help but shiver, someone must've jacked around with the thermostat. Bucky walked into the kitchen and that's when your theory was proved wrong. He was in a workout tank top. Now, how could you be so cold? You chose to blame it on his being a super-soldier.

"Doll, it's so hot in here, why are you covered up in so many blankets?" He asked. Your teeth chattered as you replied.

"Nonsense it's freezing I think someone messed with the thermostat," he walked over to the thermostat.

"Doll, it's 75 degrees in here, it's not cold!" He turned to face you. "Maybe you're running a fever," he put his flesh hand against your forehead. "Doll you're burning up! Friday will you analyze Y/N's condition?"

"Yes, she has the flu."

"Thank you, Friday!" Bucky dialed a number on his phone. He spoke for a while before pressing the hang-up button and jammed it into his pocket. He then picked you up bridal style.

"Just what do you think you're doing?!" You prodded, trying to get out of his arms.

"I'm taking you to the medical bay. We're gonna get this taken care of."

"But I hate doctors!" You told him still struggling to get out of his grasp.

"Well too bad Doll, the Flu can be dangerous." He carried you into the elevator. Soon enough, the elevator doors slid open revealing people in scrubs and lab coats bustling around. He strode to the front desk.

"Um, hello..." he read the name tag on the little man's shirt. "Higgins. Friday says Y/N here has the flu and she needs to be checked out." At this point, you had fallen asleep in his arms. Your excuse was that you had got no sleep because you had spent the last couple nights huddled up, freezing. But only you and God knew it was because you felt warm and safe in his arms. Of course, you would be dead before you let that slip. The little man tapped away on his computer and Bucky gently sat you down on one of the waiting room chairs. He returned to Higgins' desk. The little man gave Bucky a clipboard and Bucky walked over to you, sitting in the chair beside you.

"You have to fill this out Y/N." He told you. You sighed. "If you don't fill out this form Y/N, I swear I'll make sure they don't stock up on Y/F/F for a week! He threatened. You groaned.

"Fineeeee," you caved. You filled out the form and Bucky took it back to Higgins. You waited even longer until a little nurse poked her head through a door in the corner of the room. Ms. Y/N L/N, you stood up and followed the nurse into a room.

(Timeskip brought to you by Thor trying to eat 10 pop tarts at once)

You were laying on your bed again, having yourself an Arrow marathon. You heard knocking.

"Come in," you told whoever it was. It was Bucky. He was holding a bowl of soup and a glass of water.

"Here I made you lunch," He sat the stuff on your bedside table.

"Thanks, Bucky... would you like to watch Arrow with me?

"Sure doll," he sat in the leather chair beside your bed. Maybe you should consider getting sick more.

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Two Can Play at This Game

A little sequel to Conversations Over an Inflatable Swimming Pool. Hope you guys like it!

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Two can play at this game.

Six weeks ago, Aaron bought a pool. Granted, the pool has brought a lot of joy to their little family in such a short space of time, but watching the children scream their heads off in excitement day in and day out has gotten Robert thinking.

Two can play at this game.

He knows what they would want most of all. Aaron’s been whispering about dogs in the children’s ears since birth like some sort of Shakespearean poison. But Robert can’t bring himself to let up on that one.

Dogs are messy. Dogs are expensive. And dogs are a lot of work - work that would inevitably fall on Robert’s shoulders because his children are too young to do it and Aaron…

Well, Aaron is Aaron, isn’t he? He talks a good game, but Robert knows that if he allowed it, Aaron would live in a pile of filth with a diet of only crisps and beer to sustain him in his garbage kingdom.

He does his research because anything worth having is also worth researching. And in the end, there seems to be only one logical conclusion:

A rabbit.

Their village is surrounded by farms, so it isn’t difficult to find one. What is difficult is finding the right one. That takes Robert to six farms where he looks at over three dozen rabbits before he spots the one he’s been looking for hiding in the corner of the pen.

It looks like she’s reading, her head so close to the ground, her overly long ears hiding her from others. It looks like she’s hunkered down reading a good book, and Robert knows instantly that she’s the rabbit for him.

Aaron would probably pick the one losing its mind on the other side of the pen, jumping on every brother and sister it can find. But Aaron sometimes can be an idiot.

I chose you, didn’t I? Aaron would say if he heard Robert thinking that particular thought. And really, he’d probably be right.

He tries to think of the best way to present his gift. Does he just walk into the Mill with it tucked under his arm like a parcel? Does he let her loose in the back garden while the kids are out playing? But in the end, all his planning comes for naught when he steps through the door and the perfect opportunity presents itself.

All three of them are on the sofa. Aaron is flat on his back with a child under each arm like sacks of potatoes. And each one of them is more passed out than the last.

He walks up to them slowly, making sure his shoes don’t squeak on the wood floor. His heart beating just as fast as that of the little bunny in his hands as he holds it out and sets it gently on Aaron’s chest.

It sniffs around Aaron’s chest for a bit, likely looking for stray scraps of food, a smart idea where Aaron is concerned. And then she moves towards his face slowly… slowly…

Aaron’s eyes open sleepily once the bunny’s nose reaches his chin, full consciousness returning to him eventually when the rabbit is quite literally sitting on his face.

Robert couldn’t ask for anything better.

“Em, Robert?” Aaron asks, his eyes still trained on the bunny but his peripheral sharp enough to spot Robert standing a short distance away, smiling like a mental patient.

“Yes, dear?” he replies sarkily.

“Why is there a rabbit sitting on my face?”

“Technically, I think it’s a bunny at this age,” he says unhelpfully, just because he knows it’ll get a rise out of Aaron. But all Aaron does is nod gently, careful not to dislodge the bunny, and say, “Fine, why is there a bunny on my face?”

Robert is about to explain his machinations, but the kids take this time to rouse from their slumber, their eyes opening as wide as saucers when they see their new pet nibbling at their daddy’s beard.

“Bunny!” Annalisa squeals, followed quickly by a Seb-shaped echo as the pair of them begin to pet the as yet unnamed bunny. And quite simply, Robert has never felt so proud in his entire life.

“She’s so pretty!” Annalisa adds while Aaron continues to lie there with confusion painted on his face.

“She looks like someone poured brown ink on a white rabbit,” he says, careful not to let his tone show his reluctance.

Robert just smiles proudly and replies, “It’s called broken butterfly agouti.”

“Gazuntite,” Aaron supplies.

“I wanna name her!” Annalisa shouts as she pulls the bunny finally off of Aaron and into her own arms.

“Well, I was thinking we could call her Desdemona. Desi for short,” Robert offers. And immediately both kids shriek “Desi!” as loud as they can.

“It’s from Shakespeare,” Robert tries to explain to Aaron as he continues to just lie on his back and stare at Robert in a way that Robert can’t quite place.

“I know. Isn’t she the one that was brutally murdered, though?”

“How do you know that?” Robert asks, appalled.

He winks at Robert, smiles the devilish grin Robert knows so well before saying, “I do listen to you, you know… sometimes, anyway.”

Robert would kiss him right now if the kids weren’t bouncing all over him, passing the bunny… sorry, passing Desi back and forth like a baton.

That night, as they lie tucked in bed together, wrapped around one another like pretzels, Robert asks softly, “I did good, didn’t I?”

“Well it isn’t a dog,” Aaron teases, getting a smack on his bum in retaliation. “But I reckon the kids are already over the moon.”

“And you?” Robert asks.

Aaron turns in his arms so that they’re facing one another when he replies, “Only one thing I’m over the moon about, and I’m lookin’ right at ‘im.”

Robert does kiss Aaron then, just like he’d wanted to, before falling asleep thinking about how they’re a family of five now, not just four.

Or, well, six if you count the pool.

#myfic #silliness #now to finish the next chapter of TBWTBH

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