#meanwhile with seb / actors in general

[f1bb]

Proposal Previews

This is a list of all current proposals. Please make note of your favorites, the ratings of these fics (Under 18 may not claim explicit fics), and if you have any questions, please message the mods.

If there is nothing where ‘art requests’ should be, this means that the writer did not request anything

Later, when claims open, all works that have strike through like this are no longer available and have been claimed. Remember that if you are a late sign-up your proposal will not be available for the first round of claims.

.

.01

Work Title: faith in all our petty miracles

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Teen

Relationship(s): Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber, Michael Schumacher & Sebastian Vettel

Character(s): Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber, Michael Schumacher, Jenson Button, Kimi Raikkonen, Nico Rosberg, Lewis Hamilton

Additional Tag(s): Alternate Universe - Angels, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

Word Count: 11505

Art Requests:

Summary:

Sebastian isn't supposed to be on Earth. Angels don't have a place on Earth. But something pulled him here when Michael kicked him out. He needs to find out exactly what -- or who -- caused this change. It's never been like this before. Seb's never wanted it to be like this before, but Mark has caused a lot of change and Seb is determined to work out why.

Only, when something goes wrong with Michael and his <i>home</i>, Seb has to go back to fix everything. Of course Mark has to come with him.

Authors Notes + Warnings:

graphic depictions of wounds, although using primarily fictional terms (ie, ichor instead of blood), major character injury

The setting is based off typically Renaissance style buildings and palace halls, such as the Palace of Versailles such as this

This is red bull era for both Mark and Seb, so their 2010/11 looks really.

.

.02

Work Title: Rockstars, Actors and PR laced relationships

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Teen

Relationship(s): George Russell/Charles Leclerc, George Russell/Alex Albon, Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

Character(s): George Russell, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Alex Albon, Oscar Pistari

Additional Tag(s): Alternative Univserve - Actors, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Music, Fake dating, Angst, Hurt/Confort, Miscommunications, Breakups, Heart to hearts, Implied previous Charles Leclerc/Pierre Gasly, Happy ending

Word Count: 11160

Art Requests:

I don’t have a preference and am very happy with whatever route the artist wants to take.

Summary:

George, Charles and Lando make up the punk/rock band called The Fast Lane, who are determined to make it as big as possible with mixed levels of success, having some small shows and also playing one of the UK’s biggest metal and rock festivals, Download, multiple times. They are also determined to give the impression that they know what they’re doing and that they’re being successful about it. George is the lead vocals and frontman, which means that most of the attention is on him, which gets to him a little bit. Therefore, creating a fake relationship between himself and reality star-turned-Alex is extremely important to him to generate more attention and fans for the band whilst also not having romantic feelings towards Alex but wanting to remain friendly. Charles is the basset but plays the piano and is happy to be along for the ride. He’s dealing with the breakup of himself and Pierre, who’s in a French DJ duo with Esteban.

He has feelings for George, and it takes George far longer to relate and replicate those feelings. Meanwhile, the drummer, Lando, is happy to be there, making slightly uncalled-for comments about the other two’s love lives. He’s happily in a relationship with Oscar, a hotshot cricketer, which continually surprises and baffles the other two. George and Alex make a few appearances as a couple, particularly at the BAFTA (British Academy Television and Film Awards), where Alex wins an award but they then decide that they aren’t romantically compatible and decide to call it quits. George and Charles then have a heart-to-heart and realise that they actually like each other in a romantic sense and end up as a couple. The fic also spans across about just over 2 years but all time skips are marked.

Author Notes + Warnings:

George and Charles were roughly inspired by Peter Vincent in Fright Night, played by David Tennant (2011), and Throne Jamison in Laws of Attraction (2004), played by Michael Sheen. It’s up to you which one you want to go for and whether you want to change their appearance, as that was a very rough inspiration.

In my head, Charles was more David Tennant, and George was more Michael Sheen. I wasn’t sure about Lando, but he’s trying to go with a similar theme. Dyed hair, piercings and giving the impression that he’s trying quite hard. The overall inspiration for them and the band’s aesthetic is all the punk and rock bands of the mid to late 2010s, so a lot of black, long hair, dyed hair, piercings and tattoos It’s completely up to the artist how they want to interpret that.

Alex is a classic Love Island reality star, all done up and then turned into an actor, so think of any Love Island cast member on TV or social media. Six pack, fake tan and in many loose-fitting shirts and trousers. He and George have polar opposite appearances, making it extremely striking when they end up together.

Oscar’s just the classic cricket boy, all done up and looking smart in polo shirts semi-smart jeans, hence why it’s a bit of a surprise when Oscar and Lando end up together. The two of them, similar to George and Alex, have such a striking difference in their appearances, which adds to the confusion about how they ended up as a couple. The lads’ flat is messy but homely, with a bunch of photos thrown all over the place. Think of a lot of IKEA furniture and a lot of mismatch crockery and other bits and pieces. Alex’s flat is a lot more put together and more professional. The Monaco harbour walk is in the evening when the sun’s setting. It’s all a little messy and confusing, but at the same time, everyone is trying their best.

.

.03

Work Title: Astronomy In Reverse

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel

Character(s): Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel, Britta Roeske, Angela Cullen, Mick Schumacher, Charles Leclerc, Mikey Brown, Guillaume Rocquelin, Mark Webber, Gina Schumacher, Original Characters

Additional Tag(s): Alternative Universe, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Trauma, mentions of past child character death, Friends to Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Explicit Sexual Content, Sustainable Farming, School Trip, romanticization of rural life, shameless use of children as plot devices

Word Count: 60000

Art Requests:

I would be super thrilled with any kind of art, really, though the vibe of this fic probably lends itself to something on the more traditional side (drawing/painting or digital art).

Summary:

When music teacher Lewis Hamilton first agrees to join his friend and colleague Angela on a class trip to a farm in rural Switzerland, he has no idea what he’s getting himself into. With a class of twenty-six ten-year-olds he already has his hands full, but when he meets the farm’s owner, one elusive Sebastian Vettel, his curiosity is piqued as he finally gains a deeper understanding of the phrase “blast from the past”

For Sebastian that past is something he’d much rather <i>not</i> think about. Still unable to come to terms with what happened twenty years ago, he tries to keep his head down, do his job, and stay away from Lewis as much as possible. It proves to be much more of a challenge than he could have anticipated. Especially when Lewis smiles at him like that.

Author Notes + Warnings:

As far as particularly art-able material goes, there is a very cliché scene of Seb riding his pony, set against a sunset (I know, I know…), Lewis being bullied into riding that same pony by the kids and Seb, some kids saving a little bumblebee, Lewis and Seb lying in a field and stargazing, twin toddlers playing race cars on the back of Seb’s huge, fluffy dog… Honestly, I’ve tried to write as visually as possible. So if you like nature and animals and farm kitsch, this might be the story for you!

While this fic has a wholesome, fluffy vibe in general, it also deals with some pretty heavy trauma. I’m definitely no expert but I’d label Seb’s issues as (undiagnosed) PTSD and survivor’s guilt.

.

.04

Work Title: the way that you learn when you fall (and how you get up regardless)

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Teen

Relationship(s): James Hunt/Niki Lauda, Elio de Angelis/Nigel Mansell, Barbro Peterson/Ronnie Peterson

Character(s): James Hunt (Formula 1 RPF), Niki Lauda, Elio de Angelis, Nigel Mansell, Ronnie Peterson, Ayrton Senna, Alain Prost, John Watson, Sid Watkins, Barbro Peterson, Tartan the Horse, Sammy the Horse

Additional Tag(s): Horses, Horseback Riding, Developing Relationship, Falling in Love, Self-Discovery, Ensemble Cast, Friendship, Animal Abuse, Animal Death

Word Count: 22500

Art Requests:

First of all, I’m sorry for maybe making you draw horses.

This fic is set vaguely on the East coast of the United States, but draws a lot of inspiration from the horse farms of Pennsylvania and Maryland. It is set primarily in late winter and early spring.

The visual aspects of the barn are tidy but lived in - it’s not a pristine show barn (I might be able to provide pictures if requested). Color palette is a lot of naturals - browns, grass greens, and deep reds, as well as various horse colors. There’s a lot of worn wood, banged up trucks, and mud, with the occasional pop of bright color from halters, feed buckets, and the like. Around the barn, there’s a sense of activity, something always happening in the background.

I also have reference images for most of the horses described in the fic, if that is of interest.

I am excited for any kind of art - in addition to traditional physical and digital artwork, I love more crafty mediums and digital edits. Basically, I’m just excited to work with you and make something cool, whatever your brand of cool is!

Summary:

James Hunt feels stuck in his life. He’s in his thirties and working a dead end office job that he hates. His main outlet is partying, but even that has started to lose its shine lately. There doesn’t seem to be a way out.

But things take an unexpected change when he accompanies some friends to a horse expo, mostly as a joke. There, a performance prompts him to seek out the horse rescue behind it, and eventually decide to volunteer.

At the rescue, James befriends a wide variety of horses and people, but he’s especially drawn to Tartan, the draft cross who first caught his eye, and Niki Lauda, the barn manager. Over time, he grows closer with both of them, and realizes that the world he’s found himself in has brought him something he didn’t know he’d lost.

Author Notes + Warnings:

The overall themes of this fic are finding yourself again, specifically through working with animals. It might be slightly cliche, but the expression “Who rescued who?” comes to mind. There’s also an emphasis on learning to let things go, as well as the developing relationship between Niki and James.

As this fic is set at an animal rescue, there are allusions to the abuse and neglect the horses have experienced. This is not a major focus, but it is always in the background. There is discussion of the death of one of the character’s horses before the fic, and a scene near the end where a newly rescued horse is euthanized due to health issues. There is also some discussion of alcohol and drug use.

.

.05

Work Title: The Grass Is Getting Greener

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Teen

Relationship(s): Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

Character(s): Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz Jr, Logan Sargeant

Additional Tag(s): Time Loop, Miami Grand Prix 2024, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, Feelings Realization

Word Count: 13000

Art Requests: Happy to receive anything, honestly! I don't really have any kind of vision for this fic when it comes to art, so whatever you'd like to do, I'm excited about it!

Summary:

Oscar would race every day if he could, but that’s just not possible. And even if it were, he wouldn’t exactly pick the Miami Grand Prix for it, either. Having his own race ruined once is plenty, although he’s happy enough for Lando’s win and what it means for the team and their trajectory. Still, he doesn’t feel much like celebrating and decides to go back to Working that night, as planned.

Except he wakes up back in his hotel room, just before he has to head to the track for the race. At first, he thinks it might just have been a very realistic dream, but not only does the race happen exactly the same way, the very next day he wakes up in his hotel room again. Somehow, he’s gotten himself stuck in a time loop, and now he’s got to figure out how to get out of this loop, and maybe also find out why his chest keeps feeling funny whenever he sees Lando on that podium and why he feels the need to get Lando that coffee every morning.

The fic takes place during the Miami Grand Prix, places mostly include Oscar’s hotel room, the track and paddock itself and the McLaren hospitality, other settings are a club and the airplane as well. Primary focus is on Oscar and how he deals with being in the time loop, the romance mainly being the B-plot woven throughout the main plot. There’s quite a bit of repetition because the day keeps repeating, but Oscar tries a lot of things to break the cycle so it’s not too repetitive. Carlos and Logan are occasional side-characters, with different McLaren personnel making cameos.

Author Notes + Warnings: The fic is quite fast-paced, with recurring elements both because of the premise but also because of Oscar regularly seeking out Lando. There’s some alcohol and partying involved at points, and mentions of crashes because of the happenings in the Grand Prix. The premise lends itself to angst, but because it’s Oscar dealing with it, it never gets quite heavy and probably ends up more in character study territory.

.

.06

Work Title: i’m far away from home, and i’ve been facing this alone

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Daniel Ricciardo/Mark Webber, Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc/Daniel Ricciardo, Daniel Ricciardo/Mick Schumacher, Oscar Piastri/Daniel Ricciardo, Daniel Ricciardo/Logan Sargeant, Jules Bianchi/Daniel Ricciardo

Character(s): Daniel Ricciardo, Mark Webber, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Mick Schumacher, Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Jules Bianchi, Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel

Additional Tag(s): Canon Compliant, 5 + 1 things, Mentor/Protege, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Man, Rarepair, Paddock Traditions, Angst, Grief, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Implied/Referenced child abuse, Eating Disorders, Mental Health Issues; Alternate Universe – No Wives/Girlfriends

Word Count: 28000

Art Requests:

Anything you can make is welcome, but major preference for Logan and Daniel being the centrepiece as they are endgame. Red string of fate or other superstitions regarding soulmates welcome. This work would be well suited to photomanips or webweaving.

Summary:

Daniel has heard a lot of myths and legends about the Formula One grid since he arrived in Europe. He doesn’t generally pay them any mind, because they’re obviously fake: podium finishers turning into girls or champions sprouting wings sounds like the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

Then Daniel actually makes it, and Mark teaches him that one myth is true: a more experienced driver always takes a young driver under his wing, to teach them the ways of the paddock and the sport.

Time passes, and Daniel becomes the experienced one, passing on his wisdom, knowledge, and skill to the next generations. But things don’t always run smoothly, and Daniel finds himself aching and hollow, always seeking one answer: can he really find someone to love for all of his life?

Or: five times Daniel had a fling with another driver, and one time he found the one he wanted to keep.

Author Notes + Warnings:

There are a lot of metaphors for home not always being a location, particularly in reference to Mark, Daniel and Oscar, but also in reference to Logan; the hardships of having to go halfway around the world at a young age is dwelt on and becomes a key feature of the later chapters. Age gap, mentor/mentee relationships; references to Jules Bianchi, both as Daniel’s lover and then post-accident; unhealthy relationships and coping mechanisms related to same; Charles and Daniel are Not Okay; Max is also Not Okay but hasn’t realised it yet; references to Jos abusing Max; being seen for who you are and not who your father is (applicable to both Max and Mick); references to Michael Schumacher’s skiing accident; nightmares, PTSD, the trauma conga line that is Mick; the Piasco; Logan Sargeant needing a LOT of hugs; mental health issues particularly surrounding Daniel’s depression post-McLaren; mentions of eating disorders/weight-focus/starvation methods (in reference to Mark, Daniel, and Logan)

.

.07

Work Title: eye inside the storm

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Mature

Relationship(s): Lewis Hamilton & Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton & George Russell, George Russell & Sebastian Vettel, George Russell & Max Verstappen

Character(s): George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel, Max Verstappen

Additional Tag(s): Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Violence, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Illness, Major Character Injury, Developing Relationship, Getting Together

Word Count: 10000

Art Requests:

I'd love any art, not to worry, I will scream over anything that gets made for this. the first fic's art was a beautiful gif set and the second fics art was a digital work of the train which the fic centered around. Because of how detail oriented I make my scenes, I think painting might be difficult, but honestly idk. I'd love another gif set if thats your thing, but if not please dont worry!!

Summary:

George, Lewis, and Sebastian have done what was necessary to survive and are managing just fine when Max shows up at their door, half dead and hunted, rambling about trains. About Monaco. About survivors.

George has worked very hard to keep them alive. he's not about to let Max Verstappen ruin that.

The main setting of this fic is a large field with a large farmhouse, bordered on one side with a river, another side with a burnt down barn, and a dirt road wraps up to the house which is surrounded by a fieldstone wall. While this fic deals with violence, I would prefer the art not be centered around this and instead with the characters or surroundings :) a lot of the fic takes place at night. Set in a post-apocalypse world, the farmhouse is in southern Germany, in the ravaged husk of a small town. Author Notes + Warnings:

again despite the fic is centered around a world with a lot of violence it is really about George and how he's dealt/dealing with his situation. Would love to see how thats translated to art!

As a post-apoc fic, there is severe violence, including guns, knives, blood, death, and killing to survive. Additional warnings would include the brief mention of animal death, illness, POV of an injury, and detailed description of injuries.

.

.08

Work Title: In Another World With My Eyes Closed

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Teen

Relationship(s): Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel

Character(s): Charles Leclerc, Sebastian Vettel

Additional Tag(s): Hurt/Comfort, Sleeping disorder, Insomnia, Paranoia, Trauma, Angst, Lucid dreaming, Astral projection, Out of body experience, Dreams, Nightmares, Body negativity, Malnutrition, Drug abuse, Body horror, Horror, Fantasy, Sci-Fi elements

Word Count: 22000

Art Requests:

I love both traditional (pen/pencil to paper) and digital art pieces, but I don't really mind what the artists decide to do.

Summary:

Charles Leclerc has a demon in his dreams. It comes to him every night, haunting him in the form of a dark, ghastly, malformed apparition. A creature stalking its prey in the night. Silent and staring. This causes Charles to lose sleep and his focus on basic tasks such as cooking meals and doing the laundry. Because of how frequent these dreams occur, they take a huge, negative toll on his mental and physical health. Sebastian Vettel is concerned for the little Monegasque’s well-being, so he comes up with a plan to help find a cure.

One night, Sebastian invents a pair of electronic headsets; one for Charles and one for himself. These headsets allow the German to enter Charles’ dreams whenever the little Monegasque would fall into a deep sleep. While in his dreams, Sebastian could interact with him and everything else that happens within the dream world. He also gains the ability to telepathically read and communicate with whatever kind of thoughts are floating around Charles’ head. Charles has no control over his dreams whatsoever, and they can be unpredictable and frightening to him, so Sebastian tries to help him conquer his fear and control his dreams to ward off all the horrible thoughts away.

Together, they travel through Charles’ dreams, memories, and nightmares to find the nightmare demon and defeat it once and for all. Author Notes + Warnings:

This is a veeeery depressing fanfic that touches on heavy subjects such as insomnia and body negativity and malnutrition. A lot of scenes contain deeply disturbing imagery, and there are quite a few scenes depicting violence, gore, and injury details; all of which are played out in the dream world and in the real world. There’s some strong language sprinkled throughout, mainly from Charles’ mouth. There is also one very intense scene where Charles has a mental breakdown and attempts to take various drugs to make him sleep better and he nearly overdoses as a result, but is thankfully persuaded out of it by Sebastian.

On a much lighter note, there are at least three scenes (two of which happen in the dream world) where Charles and Sebastian share a kiss. No flirting or sexual contact is involved at any point in the fanfic.

.

.09

Work Title: worry about tomorrow yesterday if you have to

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Formula 1 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Fernando Alonso/George Russell, Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc, Alexander Albon/Lily Muni He

Character(s): Fernando Alonso, George Russell, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Alexander Albon, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc

Additional Tag(s): Kid Fic, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Revelations, Humor

Word Count: 23000

Art Requests:

Summary:

“My word, is that a Mercedes coat?! I make it to Mercedes! Please tell me as a driver and not a reserve?”

And George just sort of starts sinking to the floor. He's aware of Alex grabbing at his armpits and then Max appears in his periphery and helps drag him towards a chair at the table. He is lowered into it as he continues staring in front of him. At what cannot be. It cannot be.

Because he just asked that question. Him. George William Russell. Asked if he got the Merc seat because of his Merc coat. Asked himself. Because sitting opposite in a bright blue Williams shirt sporting a horrific haircut is somehow himself?

-

Spa, 2024, becomes the impossible when Max, Charles, Lando, Alex and George arrive from Germany 2019. For exactly one week they will remain in a future their present selves do not want them to know exists. Because Max and Charles are at each other’s throats, Alex has no idea what the future holds for him, the alpha Lando hopes will become his mate is barely legal in 2019 and as for George? Well he has no idea he’s barely week out from becoming mated to and having kids with Fernando bleeding Alonso. But secrets have a way of getting out, especially when they are present on your very scent.

aka the time travel au: omegaverse where in the present, Lando is dating Oscar, Max and Charles are mates, Fernando and George are mates with kids afer an unfortunate near death incident where George saved Fernando's life, and Alex is happy finally but how they get there is nothing resembling positive to their past selves.

Author Notes and Warnings:

there are three instances of characters becoming overwhelmed and having panic attacks. i guess for some kid fic is sensitive, as is omegaverse. there is obviously. large age gap between fernando and george and when they got together it was 21-37 which may offend some but everyone is legal everywhere.

'artable material' includes scenes such as:

Future and past versions of the travelers sit opposite each other in board room Charles has a panic attack and Max ends up putting Charles’ head between his knees to help him breathe. The Russell - Alonso twins hanging off George as Fernando glowers at him in a hotel room. George sits in Fernando’s lap on the hotel balcony, so big gangly George and tiny Fer. Alex has a breakdown at the supermarket while getting supplies thinking on how past him has no idea of the seat swap drama coming. Max fixing his omega nest while emotional after speaking to his father on the phone, (within a hotel room) George and Fernando in bed, Fernando with George’s wedding ring on his pinkie as it is on a chain around George’s neck. George confronting past! George and Fernando in the kitchen while all dishevelled, hair askew in his old man slippers. Lando phoning Oscar crying in a hotel room bathroom just overwhelmed with everything. George and Fernando tuck the twins in to bed. Past George peering down a private jet to look at his future family while watched by Max and Charles. Past Charles softening as he observes future Charles and Max with the twins.

The group all standing together as they prepare to fade away (possibly the twins playing in the background)

.

.10

Work Title: [Currently Untitled]

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF, Formula 2 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Mature

Relationship(s): Oscar Piastri/Logan Sargeant

Character(s): Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Liam Lawson, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton, Carlos Sainz Jr, Max Verstappen, Alexander Albon, George Russell, Yuki Tsunoda, Ollie Bearman, Zhou Guanyu, Mick Schumacher, Toto Wolff

Additional Tag(s): Logan Sargeant-centric, Future Fic, Logan Sargeant Needs A Hug, Angst, Magical Realism, Slow Burn, Established Relationship, Thriller, Character Study, Minor Violence, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Oscar Piastri is a world champion, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Carlos and Oscar still hate each other in 2029 believe it or not, Aged-Up Character(s), Implied Sexual Content, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Self-Destruction, Mental Health Issues, Mercedes driver!Logan, but also, Haas driver!Logan, wtf is a kilometer

Word Count: 13000

Art Requests:

i dont mind! i'd love a digital piece but really anything is cool

Summary:

Logan stands on the balcony, the lights from Yas Marina Circuit still visible hundreds of floors below him, but not as bright as the stars above.

Oscar booked out the penthouse for them, Oscar who overtook the now retired Verstappen on the penultimate lap, Oscar who fell asleep before showering off, his Oscar, who is now a two-time World Champion.

Envy. It’s a cruel thing sometimes.

Especially to be envious of the person, Logan loves most.

He can’t show it. Well, he tries not to, although he’s sure Oscar notices. The stark difference in their professional lives is almost laughable, but even at the best of times, he can’t find a way to smile about it.

He sucks in a deep breath of the frigid early morning air, tipping his head up to the stars blinking down on him.

I want to win too.

Alternatively, Logan makes a wish. It almost tears him apart.

Fic Premise: After a pretty dismal Formula One career, Logan prays for a change. He wants to prove his family, the other drivers, anyone who has doubted him wrong. He makes a wish and starts to have vivid dreams - one of him winning the 2029 World Title, one where newly-appointed Mercedes driver Robert Shwartzman breaks his leg just before the season begins. When Robert actually does, Logan realizes it - they are not just dreams - they are visions of the future. With a newfound ability to see the future he starts to use it to his advantage - meeting with Toto and miraculously getting a Mercedes seat, avoiding crashes on track ahead, knowing what lap the rain starts to fall, and all this improves his racing - he is starting to get noticed, he is starting to get wins. But it all slowly takes a turn for the worse when he has premonitions of future events outside of the track - like a tsunami that kills hundreds of people, or the one where his mother dies. He sees it all. He sees all their faces, feels all their pain. Oblivion is bliss, and knowledge is horror as they say - and Logan has to struggle with his 'gift' all while maintaining his relationship, his Mercedes seat, his livelihood and his sanity.

Author Notes + Warnings:

hmmm well its very much a character study/psychological thriller type of work. essentially he is finally succeeding in his racing career, something he began at seven and sacrificed his childhood, family, entire life for. and the press and media is like omggggg this is so crazy #LoganFor2029WorldChampion??? but in the second arch of the fic obviously his life is falling apart but he can't tell anyone he can literally see the future because then he will be classified as crazy, probably lose his seat, his boyfriend, and his chance. his chance to finally win. but then it goes into yeah but win at what cost? the cost is the guilt and burden of seeing people die everyday, even those he loves most, without the ability to change it.

okay so there is a lot of potentially sensitive content oops. there is a lot of death in the fic - of random people he sees die in premonitions, and then a few days later do in fact die. this guilt and the burden of quite literally knowing how and when the world will end, severely impacts his mental health, results in poor coping strategies such as alcohol (which he eventually goes to rehab for) and there are brief ideation of suicide.

.

.11

Work Title: the gun will wait

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF

Categories: Gen

Rating: Teen

Relationship(s): none specified

Character(s): Logan Sargeant, Elias Huhtinen, Alex Albon, James Vowles, Oscar Piastri, Dalton Sargeant

Additional Tag(s): Mental Health Issues, Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending

Word Count: 12000

Art Requests:

I would love anything!

Summary:

So Logan’s depressed. So what? He doesn’t wake up every morning and break down in tears about how horrible it is to be alive. He wakes up, thinks I want to be dead, and then he hauls himself out of bed and goes about his goddamn day like everybody else.

Logan has depression, but he's dealing with it ... until he's not. AU of the 2024 season. A realistic exploration of mental health, friendship, loneliness, and support as things get worse and then start to get better again. Author Notes + Warnings: While the tags and warnings are quite heavy, the fic is not dramatic or sudden. It's more of an overarching melancholy vibe with a happier ending. I'm trying to capture a mental state more than convey a plot. CW: Depression, suicidal thoughts, unhealthy coping mechanisms, injury.

.

.12

Work Title: Timeless

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF

Categories: F/M, M/M

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Sergio Perez/Max Verstappen

Character(s): Sergio Perez, Max Verstappen

Additional Tag(s): Shapeshifting, Angst, Humor, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 35000

Art Requests:

Have fun with whatever medium seems to fit!

Summary:

Sergio, the last of La Serpiente dragons and a shapeshifter, has his cave invaded by a human hunting for him. When the human nearly drowns in the cave river, Sergio rescues him and comes to know him as "Max" who has been exiled from the humans. Max and Sergio spend the next few years learning about each other, slowly falling in love until Max's last breath. Max promises Sergio they'll fall again in another lifetime, and Sergio waits.

True to Max's word, they meet again and again over the years.

•158 AD: Sergio breaks Hulkenburg out of prison only to run into legionary!Max •676: Sergio saves Max from drowning after a violent storm breaks Max’s fishing boat. •1595: Sergio consults lawyer!Max and paralegal!Carlos to buy a boat and start a rival fishing company to Lewis’. •1816: Max and Sergio try and survive The Year With No Summer. •1944: Sergio and Jenson help liberate Maastricht, Netherlands, and Max provides them a place to stay. •2021: Sergio signs to Red Bull.

Despite Max’s mortality, they learn how to love until their adoration for one another becomes timeless over the many years. Author Notes + Warnings:

•This entire idea appeared thanks to two songs: Gabriel Saban and Bo Tian’s “Fairytales and Heroes”, and Taylor Swift’s “Timeless”. That kinda covers most of this fic. •Sergio is based loosely on a hybrid of Quetzalcoatl and the Mexican golden eagle, however some appearances can be negotiated. •Locations include a cave, a 16th century ship port, a forest, 20th century cities, a desert, Ancient Rome, the ocean, Red Bull’s motorhome. •Some others: Serpiente!Sergio kissing Max by licking him as he holds Max in his tail, Max sitting on Serpiente!Sergio’s back, human!Sergio holding fish between his toes, human!Sergio pushing lawyer!Max up against a wall, Serpiente!Sergio and human!Sergio having glowing eyes, 16th century Lewis with a wooden peg leg.

The overall fic is lighthearted, with Sergio being dorky trying to navigate love and human traditions.

The E is explicit for three things: major character death, graphic descriptions of violence, and sex. Max dies six times (some violent, some natural). There is significant violence regarding murder, animal death, threats, injury, and torture. Body horror/body injury/body mutilation is also frequent with Sergio, including auto-cannibalism.

But the sex is relatively vanilla. :D

Other warnings include food descriptions used often, racism and homophobia, near drownings, vomiting and illness, orphaned children due to Max’s deaths, and Jos Verstappen.

.

.13

Work Title: this is our get along goose

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom(s): Formula 1 RPF

Categories: M/M

Rating: Teen

Relationship(s): Pierre Gasly/Esteban Ocon

Character(s): Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, Charles Leclerc

Additional Tag(s): Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate Goose of Enforcement, Forced Proximity, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, There Was Only One Goose-Approved Bed

Word Count: 15000

Art Requests:

I'm happy with any form of art!

Summary:

Guided by Alpine’s long-suffering PR team, Pierre and Esteban try to reshape their public image as childhood friends who were brought together through, broken apart by, and then finally reconciled via their shared passion for racing.

So what if the ‘reconciled’ part isn’t true? Even if they can barely stand each other, as long as they’re convincing enough for the cameras, it’s not like what goes on behind closed doors actually matters.

Then a mildly translucent soulmate goose shows up during one of their arguments and refuses to leave, and it becomes increasingly apparent that it does matter as Pierre and Esteban juggle PR outings, keeping their soulmate goose a secret, and appeasing said goose, all while the race weekend gets closer and closer.

Author Notes and Warnings:

Pierre and Esteban start out absolutely convinced they were mistakenly matched as soulmates.

The overall vibe is them being forced to spend time around each other and realizing that they're not the same people they were when they were kids, but they're not so different, either. When they share a room, there's late night talks and a few sentimental truths that accidentally slip out.

Some visuals include Pierre and Esteban playing rock paper scissors for goose custody; Pierre hiding in his hotel bathroom from the goose; the goose being carried around in a backpack with her head sticking out; the drivers going to an aquarium together and talking in the shark tunnel.

[actualhumansunshine]

damn i wasn’t expecting such a harsh response tbh... you critique niall sometimes (about not following covid guidelines & doing stuff you find embarrassing) so i thought you might get it. idc about the relationship or who he made it for it just felt way too cheesy to me and i couldn’t sit through the whole thing so i sent that ask sorry if it felt like an attack on their relationship or something

i get that and i probably did come across a bit too harsh in my jokes, but the thing is i just....don't really care when it comes to him? the traveling definitely sucks and it's not ok on any level, but at the same time, a) basically every fucking celeb did it to some extent because—as we talked about with niall last summer—they literally just Don't Fucking Get It, and at a certain point, i feel like it's just not worth the time or energy to be continually raging about it? it’s not going to fix it. it's not going to change past or make him suddenly apologize or whatever else it is people want from him a full year later. all it's going to do is ruin your own experience (and potentially even HIM) as a fan because you’re constantly focusing on these negatives all the time. and if those actions are something that you can't get past or reckon with, that's fair enough, but then i’d say it’s probably also time to take a step back for your own mental health and well-being yk??

and b) that happened before i was a fan of him? maybe (definitely) i'd have stronger feelings about it if it happened while i was actively a fan, but because it happened 6+ months before, i'm probably a bit more willing to let it slide, especially when—as i said before—EVERY fucking celeb was doing that shit. but part of that's probably also due to the fact that i've been deep enough in the niall/1d fandom for such a long time now that i've seen (and formulated an opinion on!!) alllllllllll the drama, going back years and years at this point. honestly, it's a very reactionary way to partake in fandom and i've found, especially more and more lately, that instead of being something that’s providing joy and fun into my life, it’s almost become a soul-sucking drain of negativity (especially when niall’s not around much and the fandom is left to it’s own devices, and chooses to use that time to invent drama where there’s no need for it). so going into being a fan with seb, i've sort of been making the conscious choice to step back and focus less on the personal stuff and the discourse and whatever else, and more just on enjoying the content he provides as it comes. i don't WANT to have to have an opinion on every single thing he does or every single thing that's said about him, because that’s not something that brings me joy.

and so with regards to your message in particular, it did feel VERY MUCH like you were implying things about his relationship that i’m not interested in entertaining in any capacity whatsoever, so obviously i’m gonna shut that shit down yk? and if we’re being honest, it’s not just you, but i think this constant stream of critiques and comments about it being ‘cringy’ or ‘embarrassing’ i’ve been seeing are kinda just rude as fuck?? he clearly put a lot of time and effort and care into it, it’s presumably that will make her feel special and loved, and for that alone i think it’s special and valuable. and i’m not saying that everyone has to like it, cause grand romantic gestures are inherently not going to hit the same for every single person in the world, but it’s not about the reaction of everyone in the fucking world? it’s all about the person on the receiving end and doing what will make them feel special and loved, and so seeing so many people acting like this content is meant to be all about them and their own personal preferences is a) stupid, b) wrong, ESPECIALLY when it’s not like this (making dumb little movies for ig) is something he’s never done before. basically, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all 🤷‍♀️

[whatiwillsay]

debunking the boys

there’s a few men that come through and “interfere” with swiftgron.  since i generally believe both of the girls are bi (mostly...sometimes i do get on my lesbian dianna shit) debunking the men they “dated” while swiftgron was a thing, i suppose, is a worthwhile enough exercise as anything i do here.

taylor is easy enough she was only linked to two guys during swiftgron:

1.  harry

i am fully of the opinion that harry was dating nick grimshaw (sorry to my larry oomfs) during swiftgron/haylor due to tea i’ve heard from someone who works in the uk music industry as well as the very clear gryles timeline laid out here

haylor in general is a mess beyond just gryles.

taylor tried to pin ikywt on him even though she wrote it months before she met him.

she also very weirdly had “a friend” (so her publicist) fill in the gaps in their timeline because haylor was such a mess and people didn’t understand why she was publicly dragging this teenager so badly after they “broke up”, in which she claimed he pursued her for a year before she gave him a chance in spring of 2012, which ofc negates her own narrative that they only met at the kid’s choice awards in spring 2012.

she also claims he then pursued her all through the summer of 2012.  meanwhile, over in reality, harry was spotted leaving nick’s apartment in the morning about 50 times and not only that, the press was shipping him with every woman he met that summer here, here, and here (i think these were either attempts to cover up gryles or he wasn’t exclusive with nick while on tour but either way the one thing he wasn’t doing was pursuing taylor)

harry’s publicist actually denied that he chased after her at all 😭

meanwhile dianna showed up on about 90% of haylor’s dates you know just normal bff shit.

2.  conor 

i don’t get that pressed over conor because i believe swiftgron was on an official break while dianna went to france to film the family due to the timing of taylor writing This Love (in october a couple weeks after taylor and dianna reunited in paris in early october)

conor is not considered an important muse and taylor herself seems to almost want to let us know that by sneaking the i into the “hyiannis port” into the ehc liner note and lazily pinning museship to a song she wrote and recorded before she had even met him

but if you want conor debunked it’s easy enough - his older cousin joe kennedy iii was running for congress in massachusetts in 2012 and i think it’s fair to at least consider that they had taylor date a kennedy to up name recognition amongst a younger crowd that wasn’t as explicitly aware of the kennedy name as the average older voter.  meanwhile taylor got a proper (green-eyed) muse for red.

taylor writing everything has changed in may 2012, months before she met conor, while he was 17 should certainly raise everyone’s eyebrows.

on to dianna:

1.  sebastian stan

dianna supposedly dated sebastian stan from late summer 2011 to february 2012.  he doesn’t actually interfere with swiftgron since i believe they got together officially at the end of february, but he’s easy enough to find a pr motive for.  i’ve heard tea from industry folks that he was indeed just a pr set up that was implemented to give seb a popularity boost with a teeny bopper audience as he had a minor role on gossip girl which was the same vibe as glee in terms of a teenaged fanbase.  

more importantly dianna needed a boyfriend and fast after she basically outed herself by wearing a shirt that said ‘likes girls’ on the glee live tour in june 2011.  all around a good example of a fake romance to elevate the profiles of the participants and cover up someone’s sexuality.

2.  henry joost

as far as we know henry and dianna went on two dates.  one before the 2012 glaad awards and one right after it.  given that dianna was hosting it makes sense that they would want to have her linked with a guy since her name would be making all sorts of headlines linked to gay shit.

indeed all the articles that came out about the glaad awards and her hosting them mentioned that’d she’d recently been spotted with him!

she and henry purposely lined up outside the venue when they attended a concert together with other fans and dianna signed autographs making certain they were spotted when they easily could have afforded private accomodations at the show.

3.  christian cooke

dianna and christian supposedly dated from fall 2012 - spring 2013. they were spotted together four or five times.  christian is another small time actor and he seems gay but who knows about all that.

what i do know is that he played gay in a film that came out late summer 2012 and he seemed anxious to nohomo the whole thing when he gave interviews about the matter.

it’s fair to assume he may have wanted a public girlfriend to negate any resulting gay rumors that cropped up from his performance.  he hasn’t really had any other public girlfriends since dianna (nor did he have one before).  since dianna was still involved with taylor in my opinion, which she of course had every reason to hide, it’s also fair to say she would have mutually benefitted from a promance with christian.

furthermore, dianna and christian were both reportedly in talks to be in 50 shades opposite one another so a promance would have been a great way to up their chances of being cast

and there you have it!

if you ever fretted about the boys (which let’s be honest - we don’t do that here at this blog) here’s your post!

next time i make updates the @swiftgronmasterpost i’ll be properly fleshing out these debunks if they’re not already in there 🥰😌

[retvenkos]

amends pt. 3 // ricky bowen

High School Musical: The Musical: The Series - Slow Burn Ricky Bowen x Stage Manager!Reader Fic. Summary: That’s asking a lot of the theatre gods. Then again, it does include a lot of drama, so maybe it might just work out. pt. 1 // pt. 2 // pt. 3 // pt. 4 // pt. 5 // pt. 6 // pt. 7 // pt. 8 // pt. 8.5-ish // pt. 9 //  unfinished

Things to note for later productions: Carlos can do every dance imaginable, he just can’t dribble a basketball. Don’t be present when he is choreographing basketball scenes - you will become his demonstrator, no matter your skill level. EJ, on the other hand, can dribble and sing, he just can’t seem to combine that with convincing acting. Meanwhile, Ricky can, indeed, play basketball (information that you didn’t know you needed), but he doesn’t seem capable of acting the part of a true leader while doing so.

“Okay, that was a good effort, guys. Continue practicing, because tomorrow's rehearsal is the blindfold test! If you double dribble during your pirouette you’ll will be offbeat for the rest of the dance.” Carlos looked meaningfully into each actor's eyes. Intimidation wafted off of them in waves. Ah, how you loved early rehearsals. They were always so good before everyone developed a superiority complex.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” Natalie’s voice came on in your headset. “Miss Jen wants everyone to meet her in the bomb shelter. She says we’re ‘uncovering a relic for success.’ Any thoughts on what that means?”

You tipped your head to the side, thinking... “Nope. But, uh, I’ll get everyone. Thanks, Nat.” You headed over to Carlos, who was trying to make sure everyone put the basketballs away. “Hey, guys? Miss Jenn wants everyone to go to the bomb shelter. It’s important.”

“I’ll go get the people in the choir room,” Carlos said. You raised an eyebrow at him as he practically skipped out of the room.

to: dance boi (2:46 p.m.) are you trying to be helpful? or just see seb?

(2:46 p.m.) who says i can’t do both?

You laughed as Carlos texted you a winky emoji. Oh, if only you could have half the confidence he exudes. Imagine the possibilities!

from: dance boi (2:49 p.m.) nini and ashlyn are missing. miss jen needs me tho,,, can you find them?

(2:49 p.m.) kill me now.

You sighed. Of course, two leads are missing in action, and you have the whole school to look through - the wider Salt Lake Region if one of them has a car. You looked up and found Ricky texting by the props. Can you initiate a conversation with him? Sure, you have officially breached the gap and were a ‘friendly acquaintance’ with Ricky - scientifically, at least. But you had never actually engaged him in conversation outside of ‘do you know how to do question 27?’ (and he always did, of course). Deep breaths, (Y/n), you can do this...

“Hey, uh, Ricky?” He looked up from his phone, a little startled. You inwardly cringed at that. Way to go, (Y/n), scaring the boy will definitely win his favor. “I hate to bother you, but Ashlyn and Nini are out in the school somewhere. Can you help me find them?”

“Oh,” he cleared his throat and nodded, “Yeah. I can look down here if you want to go upstairs.” You flashed a grateful and started to head to the exit. OMG, you did it. Sure, you didn’t say more than a few sentences, but it happened and-- “Hey, (Y/n)?”

You spun around quickly. “Yeah?”

“Can I get your phone number?” You felt your eyes grow twice their size. “Just so that I can text you if I find them,” Ricky quickly corrected. “So you don’t have to keep looking?”

“Right!” You let out a breathy laugh as you went over to him. You exchanged phones and put your number in his. “Text me if you find them.”

“‘Course.”

...

new text from ricky

You stared at the lock screen of your phone, your feet rooted to the spot where you stood. The notification that had popped up no more than fifteen seconds ago taunted you silently. You could feel yourself start to sweat. 

Why was Ricky texting you? This was certainly a new development - one that you were not against one bit. Sure, you had exchanged numbers last Friday, but never in your wildest dreams did you think that he would text you after that first text (of which you had analyzed in every way).

from: ricky (12:04 p.m.) hey, (y/n). can you help me go over my lines in the library? (12:04 p.m.) only if you have this lunch. don’t worry about it if you don’t.

Your heart leapt in your chest. Meet him at lunch? That doesn’t meet anything... right?

to: ricky (12:05 p.m.) i’ll meet you there in ten.

You rushed out of your English class and made it to the library in record timing. Then you browsed through the fiction section for a few minutes so that you wouldn’t look like you got there too early when he showed up. You ran your fingers along the spines of different books as you thought of the last few rehearsals.

The tension between Ricky and Nini was lessening every day, which was good for the overall show, but this obviously made EJ paranoid, as he seemed to be constantly sizing up Ricky. It almost made you laugh, thinking about it. EJ, a senior that is generally thought of the be the school’s heartthrob is jealous of boy-next-door Ricky Bowen. They were on opposite ends of the same spectrum. And Nini? She was on a completely different plane. You almost wondered how she ever met Ricky and EJ in the first place.

You snapped back to the present as you saw Ricky pass you, headphones in, his head bobbing up and down to the music. He was mouthing the words to it, and if you were correct in your guess, he was listening to ‘Start of Something New.’ Miss Jen would be proud. You sure were.

After a moment you walked over to where he was sitting down, his script out in front of him, writing all over the margins. He was rooting for something in his backpack, but when you sat down he looked up at you. “Hey. Thanks for meeting with me.”

“Of course. Anytime.” You pulled your script out of your bag as he found a pencil. “What scene do you want to go over?”

“You mean besides all of it?” You both laughed and you cherished every moment of it. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to memorize every single word of this.” He flicked through every page, shaking his head.

“It won’t be too bad - trust me. It’s just a lot of practice.” You smiled at him reassuringly. “And,” you continued, “If you have good castmates, you can kind of know where the conversation is going based off of their emotions.”

“If that’s the case, then I must have missed the part where Gabriella is trying to break up with Troy in every scene.” Ricky’s voice was low as he spoke, His eyes clouded over with emotion as he stared past you. You turned and saw Nini and EJ kissing each other in historical fiction. 

Oh, no. How do you approach this one? “Are you okay, Ricky?”

He blinks a few times and swallows. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. “That was our spot.”

A beat. Silence. “...I’m sorry.”

“No,” Ricky cleared his throat and looked at you, his eyes glassy, “I am. Can we go over where Troy is confronted by Chad?”

...

Theatre 4 with Miss Jen was always a curveball. No matter what you expected, you were always given something very, very different. You loved it that way, to be honest. It kept everyone on their toes. Last week you had been reciting Shakespeare while stage fighting. Miss Jen said it was easier to understand the ‘linguistic beauty’ that Shakespeare possessed when you were fake punching your partner. She was right, to be honest, but how she knew that was beyond you. So when she told you to get the fake ferns from the prop closet in the auditorium, it didn’t phase you.

What made you stop in your tracks when you got there, however, was Mr. Mazzara, hunched over an old High School Musical Poster, his phone in hand. When he noticed your presence he snapped to attention, quickly slipping his phone into his pocket. “What class do you have right now, miss?”

“Theatre. I’m getting a prop for Miss Jen.”

“Oh. Well, then, hurry.” You grabbed the fern and placed it between the two of you, a buffer from his evil, math powers. “And tell Miss Jen that she has a prep period right after lunch where she should be getting her own props, not having her students do it.”

You nodded and he walked past you. You looked around the prop closet to see if anything was missing, but everything seemed to be in order. How weird. Mr. Mazzara had never taken an interest in theatre before - in fact, you were certain he hated it. But he had been around more recently, hadn’t he? And then his words rang in your ears, ‘she has a prep period right after lunch.’ How would he know that? You were very sure that a teacher’s schedules were somewhat private. And Miss Jen hasn’t been teaching for long, it’s not like they could have bumped into each other enough for him to have noticed... unless...

You cringed. 

Were Mr. Mazzara and Miss Jen seeing each other?

----- taglist:

@snowman-spidey​, @dinsey-chanel​

[catch22inareddress]

Halloween Confessions

You have yearned to meet Sebastian from afar for years. When the stars aline and you are hired to do a contemporary dance routine at a Halloween Party that he will attend, will you have the courage to follow through and finally meet him? Tonight is all about Halloween and Confessions....now, where is the bar because your gonna need a stiff drink?

 Words:3600+

Your body throbbed and your nerves were tattered at every end. Weeks you had trained with your partner and friend, Travis, for tonight's event. Although it was a friendly and "casual" party of sorts, every detail was designed to the tiniest measure.

Robert spared no expense in his endeavor to entertain his guests and was always generous to everyone associated. You were a contemporary dancer and met Robert years ago through your boss and close friend Travis. Robert's wife was a fan of So You Think You Can Dance and followed Travis' career and was thrilled when a performance was orchestrated for this evening. Tonight he had arranged a number for you and while you were no stranger to dancing, doing so in front of your crush was going to push you over the metaphorical edge.

Travis came up next to you with a smile. "So a little birdie told me that Sebastian came alone tonight. He and Sadie broke up months ago." He wiggled his eyebrows at you while you resisted the urge to hide under Robert's ridiculously overpriced armoire. "Fuck me. Please, shut the hell up. I know he's dress to kill as a Priest and my libido can't handle images of him right now." Travis let out a chuckle while adjusting your dress and applying the sinfully Red lipstick.

"Please, after he sees you doing the number he will undoubtedly pull you in the closest closet and have you confess your transgressions." The blush that rose up your bosom was enough the tint the heavens themselves it was so extensive. "Leave me, Travis! I will cut you... and not with affection!" He laughed as he held his hands up in surrender and walked out of the room. "I am going mingle and do some groundwork. You'll see, darling." After that, you waved him off while you and Jeremy did stretches and final touches.

Sebs Point of view

He sat in the living room with legs spread in his typical fashion, welcoming. Even if that was the last emotion, he felt at that instant. If anything he wanted every person of the female persuasion to leave him the fuck alone. Save the one woman who walked in and then instantly disappeared. Messy hair, sweet face, casual clothes. She was with Robert's dancer friend Travis, and there was something so natural and alluring about her that he couldn't quite pin, and pin he wanted to do indeed. He had an instant hard on that he couldn’t suppress when his eyes laid on her.

He felt his phone vibrate again from his pocket and growled in acknowledgment. Chris smirked from the seat across him and welcomed Travis as he sat down next to Sebastian, a mixed drink in hand. "Sadie callin' again?" Seb nodded wordlessly. "Yea, she won't take no for an answer, and it's been driving me insane." Seb turned to see Travis sitting there and smiled kindly at him. "Hey man. Nice to see you again." Travis agreed and shook his hand.

"Flying solo, Sebastian?" He nodded and thought this was the perfect time to ask about the girl he saw the blonde man with earlier. "Yea. Actually, I noticed you with a stunning woman earlier, not to sound like a creep. Where did she go off to?" Travis smirked deviously, and Sebastian caught it, unsure of what it implied. "Oh, Y/N. She had to ...work." Seb's face instantly frowned at the thought of missing the elusive beauty but hoping that if he stayed close to Travis tonight, he might be able to talk the man in arranging a meet with her.  He was sure that he came off as an ass, talking about Sadie then his friend. He had to make it up and make sure Travis knew he wasn't a prick.

Robert came out into the cleared area and clanked a utensil on his glass. "So my better half has introduced me to the art of dance and her lovely and remarkably talented friend Travis has a treat for us tonight." He beamed as he waved Travis up in front of everyone. "So I have a special treat for everyone here. She is one of my best friends, and I've had the privilege to dance with her on several occasions. I choreographed this routine special for tonight, so I hope that you enjoy it!"

You came out and met Travis when the lights were low. "Easy, darling. Just pretend I'm him." You smirked at his jest, but you knew that having him in the room with this song was already sending adrenaline through your body at accelerated speeds.  "Shut up and dance with me, Trav." He kissed your cheek playfully as the music started and the lights came up.

Link to Dance

While there was plenty of room, you felt Travis throw you exceptionally close to Sebastian on one move and made eye contact with him. His blue eyes were leaving marks over your skin wherever his orbs kissed your flesh.

Sebastian took a sharp intake of air, and you wanted to smother the gremlins in your stomach. The dance was a narcotic, and when the line hit of “Give Me all your love”, and your body was slung over Travis' muscular one, Seb's hands fisted at his sides in sheer possessiveness.

You were hoisted in the air, and then you spun down and around his body. Travis was facing Sebastian with a cold yet theatrical face as he slammed his hands around your body. Seb's body took a step towards you of its own volition, but Chris grabbed his arm holding him back. Sebastian snapped out of the lust infused haze he was drugged under and looked to his feet as both you and Travis ended the routine on the floor, amidst cheers and applause.

Both of you bowed and smiled as you thanked everyone and while you were talking to the Downeys you felt your body pulling you towards Sebastian, like a gravitational pull. It was all-consuming, and as soon as you could politely excuse yourself, you did, finding the bar and ordering a whiskey sour to assemble your thoughts... hopefully.

When you turned around to start walking you ran into the very person that made your body shutter and squirm with delight and unrestrained anxiety. Your drink spilling down his sinfully snug suit. He gasped at the cold liquid running down his pant legs while you cringed at the entire exchange. 

"Oh fuckity fuck!" You recoiled at your first meeting going so very well. All of the shameful times you had rehearsed it going straight out the window and shattering on the sidewalk. You caught Chris and Travis laughing and giving you an obnoxious thumbs-up behind Sebastian's head, while he was laughing at your outburst unbeknownst to the audience.

"I am so sorry, S-seb. Sir?" His eyes shot up to you, losing his laugh and garnering a smirk instead. His shoulders straightened and you pulled at your dress and tried to compose yourself under his scrutiny. You cleared your throat.

"That's ok. These things happen. Although, I would've thought you were far more graceful by your performance earlier." The sex appeal this man exuded was positively unfair, how he was so put together was just plain wrong. You were damn near ready to pull him into the closest closet and beg for forgiveness in varying forms while he was in this priest costume. He, however, was unaffected by you. You needed to pull your shit together if you wanted to get this man and make him yours 

"I-um. I'm not used to all of this--" You waved around to all of the drunken actors and actresses and noticed a few women cutting eyes at you and paused a moment, trying to will the intimidation away. "What? Bullshit?" He laughed, and it brought you back to the moment and the fact that your arms were still soaked and so were his pants.

He nodded towards the other side of the house. "C'mon, let's go get cleaned up." You swallowed hard as you followed this magnificent specimen of a man through the crowds. You started to lose him, but he took your small hand in his and closed your eyes for a moment. He leaned into your ear, over the music, "After I get you clean up, tell me I can have a dance?" His voice was low and gritty, and you didn't trust your voice, so you only nodded.

Sebastian meanwhile, didn't know what came over him, but as he saw you in that little red number standing so small and timid, he knew this was his chance. As you stood in front of him, he almost lost his words but when you said "sir" in a fit of pure anxiety, a switch was flipped, and he loved seeing how you unraveled in front of him.

He put on his best act to get you to follow him to someplace quiet to get cleaned up, trying to get his nerves to calm down long enough to form a plan after that. When you agreed to a dance he was fucking thrilled, just a few more minutes longer with you would be enough...for now. Hell, he would take every damn second he could press out of this scenario, every thrilling moment you would give him. Because that what this was, you were an adrenaline rush for him since seeing you dance. You were a drug for him since he saw you walk into the party.

He found the secluded bathroom and entered it, locking it behind you two.

You washed your hands and arms under the sink as he watched from the side, such a mundane task seeming so intense under his blue eyes. "So I'm

Y/N." He finally threw you that gorgeous smile you had seen before in the movies. "I'm Sebastian, but you can call me Seb, or sir ..if you like." He was smirking like the devil in a midnight mass now, and you dried your arms hiding the crimson shade and biting your lips.

"Sir? Is that because you want me to confess my sins to you?" His breathing had picked up as you took a small step closer to him, taking the damp, clean towel and drying off his hands. "What confessions would you like to make, darlin’?"

You shrugged innocently thinking to yourself. While you wanted to have a relationship with this man earnestly, you knew that the chance of that was slim. However, there was a chance of having a naughty time with him that you would never forget, so what the hell. Let go and throw some caution to the wind.

"Wouldn't you like to know, sir?" Your towel-clad hand traveled down to his wet pants and attempted to dry them, but he ripped the piece of fabric out of your hands and lifted you onto the expansive counter. 

"I do. Tell me your confession." He held your hands as your chest heaved against his, blue eyes begging you to ask for something, anything.

"I've thought about you. I’ve cum saying your name before." Your eyes dropped at the statement, but when he moaned at your words, you looked up and saw his jaw twitching. "Fuck me. How long?" You smirked just now truly realizing how turned on he was becoming from this revelation and the fact that he was most certainly a word man.

"Years, please. Sir. Can I have you tonight?" The only description of the sound that he emitted was a whine as his lips crashed on to yours with a force that was almost painful. He bit your lower lip as your legs wrapped around his torso and pulled his flush with your body. You felt the rigid and impressive length of his cock against your thigh and moaned as he rutted against you. "Fuck, doll. You're so responsive to me. I knew as soon as you walked in tonight, I needed you to be mine."

The words edged you on as you ran your slender fingers into his long mussed hair, tugging on it. "I'm all your, Seba." He growled at the new name you picked for him as you suckled on his sweet spot earning a delightful moan and securing a love bite. If you only had one fuck with him, you were going to make it memorable.

You slid down the counter and started unbuttoning his shirt taking off the collar and tossing it across the room while he watched you with lust blow eyes. "You are so fucking breathtaking; I could cum right now. Watching you undress me. Got me so hard, woman." You smirked as you roughly tugged the shirt off the expansive and broad shoulders then nipping and kissing down his chest and abs to his belt.

You made swift and impressive work with his pants, and as he stood in front of you in all his naked wonder, you wished you had time to work out all of your favorite fantasies on this work of art. Those thighs had many filled dreams alone for you. You licked your lips and focused on the intimidating but luscious cock dripping with precum in front of your face, begging for attention. "You don't have to, doll." As soon as he said those words you were all in. You yearned for more sweet nothings to fall from your intended lovers' lips.

You licked up the underside of his shaft while he let out a deep moan that bellowed from deep within him, vibrating out and making your pussy wet without even touching you. "You mouth is fucking divine. I can only imagine how the rest of you feels against me, underneath me." You hummed in response as you took as much of his length and girth in your mouth, allowing your hand to encompass the rest of him, leaving no part unloved.

Your head bobbed back and forth as you hollowed your cheeks out and forced your gag reflex to back the fuck down. He braced himself against the counter, and you pulled back.

He looked down at you with a lip in protest. "Don't be gentle with me, Seba." You went to take him back in your mouth, but he had other intentions and pulled you up against the broad naked chest. So roughly that the air was taken from you. His eyes looked wildly betwixt your own.

"Tell me you want me, Y/N." His voice was ragged, and his breath was strained with desire. "I-I want you. I need you." He bit his lip so hard you thought it would bleed in objection. "And you want it rough? My girl wants my cock hard?" You shook your head. "I'll take whatever you'll give me, sir. I'm yours."

He claimed your lips then, savagely and took your leotard and dress off your frame roughly. He dropped to his knees before you and without warning dove into your wet folds causing you to weep out. He looked up at you with a smirk you could feel and the quirked brow that only aroused you further. Your hands went to his hair as his hands dug into your thighs, guaranteeing bruises. "Ah-Sebastian. Your mouth feels so good on my cunt. Your lips are so sinful." He moved his head from side to side and your legs closed around his head and right before you came, you grabbed his hair pulling him up. "What is it, doll?" He seemed concerned that he had injured you and gently caressed your thighs causing you to smile because that was not the case. 

"I want to cum around your thick cock, please." He smiled salaciously. "That can be aranged, princess. I'm gonna wreck you." He lined up his cock and thrust into without warning, and you surrendered your head back, one hand on the counter and one hand on his rippled shoulder.

When you finally had enough senses to look back at your lover his eyes were on you, taking every bead of sweet and bare flesh in for his memory. You bit your lip, and when his eyes found yours, he gave you a particularly hard thrust and called out his name with praise.

"Your pussy is so tight just like it was made for me, baby. So sweet and snug. I can't wait to taste it again." His massive hand wrapped around you and pulled you close to his sweat-slicked torso. The grunts and moans alone only brought you that much closer to release. As if he knew, his fingers found your clit and flicked it just right causing you to bite his shoulder and he growled at the pain mixed with pleasure.

"Ah-Fuck, doll. Where have you been all my life?" His thrusts were getting sloppy as he drilled into you. "Cum inside me, Seba. I want to feel you. Give it to me. Now."

He grabbed your face. "Look at me! I want to see your face when you cum, and I want to see you when I make you mine. Understand me?" You tried to nod, but he held your face so firm you were unable to. "Yes, sir." He smiled and kissed you, his lips are what sent you over the edge of reason into the stars.

He pulled back, and his eyes were deep enough to swim in and lose yourself for all eternity. He let out a moan and said your name as he came inside, painting your velvet walls with his seed. As he finished, he lent in for a soft kiss and then laid his head against yours.

"I-I've....you are lovely, and that was extraordinary." He was out of breath and absolutely exhausted but took the time to take a washcloth to clean you up.

"Are you blushing? Even after all of that." You snickered at his observation. "Yes, well. This was a first for me. I mean one night stand?" He stopped what he was doing with a frown on his face and then silently nodded. "I see." He threw the washcloth in the hamper and handed you your dress while he began putting his clothes on.

There was an awkward silence, and you felt as though you had done something wrong but didn't know what to say or do to make it right.  "So... " You stood before him all dressed and went to open the door, and he was silent. You would be lying if you said that you didn't want to cry, you assumed that he wanted to just get this over with, so you would only do it for him instead.

"I guess, I'll let you get back to your friends then?" You walked out of the bathroom, leaving him there.

Sebastian watched you walk out and cursed to himself. He wanted you to stay with him; he wanted to talk to you. Fuck! Why did he have to sleep with you? You were just so fucking lovely and sexy and...

At that moment he knew he would be damned if he let you slip through his fingers with a handful of what-ifs. He ran down the hall and found you talking to Travis who had a concerned look on his face but a smile when he saw him approaching you.

"Y/N?" You turned around, and he could've sworn that there were unshed tears. "I-I think you promised me a dance?" You stood there a moment with confusion on your face, but as you took in Sebastian's face, you only saw a timid man asking a woman to dance, hoping that she would say yes. Gone was the alpha male who just dominated you in the loo.

"...ok." He gave you a genuine smile with a fleeting look to his feet then back to you, taking you to the dance floor.

Link to Song (If you like contemporary dance I love the choreography for this song) 

While you didn't like John Mayer, you were always a fan of the acoustic version of Slow Dancing in a Burning Room and as he pulled you close you were silently praying that this wasn't your song. The way his body held you to him and swayed to the rhythm felt hypnotic, but the words brought the tears back up.

"Hey, hey. You ok?" You frowned. "Oh, yea. Just this song. I fuckin hate Mayer but this song and you and ...dancing like this..." The words just flowed out of your mouth, and you covered it for a moment. He pulled your hand gently from your face and kept dancing but somehow pulled you closer.

"Confession?" You just looked at him, then nodded. "At the risk of scaring you off, I have a desire to know you. I know we started off unconventionally and for that, I can't say that I'm sorry because the moments that I spent with you in there, out here, they are burned into my memory. I need to know you and I am at your mercy." Your brow furrowed as you took in his words.

"What-What if I'm not who you think I am. I mean you seem to have some idea of me?" He put his forehead against yours. "Damn straight, darlin', I want you, and I don't care. Hell, I'm scared shitless too. You have me on a pedestal, and I don't deserve to be in your arms. Will you take me though? Take me as I am?" You smiled as he laid it all out before you.

"And how is that, sir?"  He stopped dancing. "As a shitty actor who only wants to make this lovely beautiful woman smile as often as I can?" You wrapped your arms around him. "Shitty actor? Never. And yes but only if you stop stepping on my toes and let me teach you how to dance properly."

"Fuck...seriously? I am so sorry, doll." You smirked as he looked down at your feet before pulling you in for a delicate and chaste kiss. "Also, you do know you're comin' home with me tonight?" Your hands threaded through his hair at his admission. "Oh thank goodness. I have like a dozen fantasies that I want to play out with your thighs alone." His eyes widened before he grabbed your hand and started walking to the front door with you laughing behind him. 

“Fucking hell, woman. I love your confessions.”

The strikethroughs below didn’t work so head on over to the tag list and take a peek or make corrections.

Feel free to add yourself or send me an ask!!!

Tag list: LINK

PLEASE COMMENT AND MY ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN. I’M A LOVER OF ALL MY READERS SO FEEL  FREE TO HIT ME UP ANYTIME!!! THANK YOU!!!

Forever Tags

@mscaptainjones @ssweet-empowerment @shynara51 @loislp @dragonselene @frozenhuntress67 @shorteststories97 @haru-ririchiyo @sabr-n @hothornymetalkinkygirl @kaelamarissa @m-a-t-91 @whyyougottabesorudee @you-be-mad-bitch @goalie-love @moodygrip @myersge @slytherin-in-hufflepuff-robes @pvnk-bivch @peaceinourtime82 @slytherinbratt @just4muggles @darrkshhhadow @zlixlle @tacohead13 @9769997118 @afacelessgirlinthecrowd @killerbumblebee @helloitsmeamie203 @buttercupbandit @heidimonkey @violetrose90201 @nishanki1 @mrs-meghan-winchester @thejourneyneverendsx @coffeebooksandfandom @scuzmunkie @shallowshawn @booksbeforebois

Sebastian Stan @guera31 @irishwaffle @hiddlestonstansworld @mcdesij @marvelsvalhalla

[thorne93]

Lost and Found (Part 7)

Prompt: Imagine finding a lost dog, but it’s not just anyone’s lost dog. Who will show up at your door to claim the pup?

Warnings: maybe language, lost dog…

Word Count: 1519

Note: My precious doggie went missing on 6/10 and no one has spotted her or turned her in to the local shelters or anything. I miss her so much, but it inspired this fic. Texts are in italics. Thanks to my darling beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​

Tags: @amarvelouswritings​ @blackwidow-romanoff​ @cocosierra94​ @firstgal34​ @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @sebstan01 @camigt1999 @elleatrixlestrange​ @bittersweetunicorm

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At 5:30, there was a knock on your door.

 “Who in the fuck is bothering me on a Saturday?” you groaned out loud. As you were waking up, you realized it was Seb waiting for you. “Shit!” you exclaimed as you jumped out of bed. You didn’t want to leave him standing in the hallway so you ran and let him in.

“I look like complete shit, I’m so sorry,” you apologized as you tried to make sure your morning breath and knotted hair didn’t totally appall him. He stepped in with two coffees in hand before making his way to your sitting area.

 “Nonsense,” he responded with a laugh. “You look stunning. But we do need to hit the road. Think you can clean up in fifteen minutes or less?”

 “I’ll be as fast as Quicksilver,” you said before realizing how nerdy that sounded. “Uh, I’ll be out in a jiffy.”

 “Haha, okay,” he responded.

 You raced around, found your generic Marvel shirt, threw on jeans, ran a brush through your hair and threw it in a clip and zipped up your boots and met Seb back in your living room.

 “How did I do?!” you wondered as you slid into the room.

 “You’d give Pietro a run for his money, pun fully intended,” he said with a grin.

 “Excellent!”

 “Here’s your coffee, let's get going!” he cheered.

 -------

After a 30 minute luxury ride through NYC, you arrived on set.

“Jesus, what do I do or not do? I don’t want to get in anyone’s way! I’m not about to fuck up Infinity War,” you said in a whisper as you walked up, people working on lights, sound, monitors, cameras, wires being laid.

 “Just stand here, I’ll introduce you to everyone,” he said before running off. This was the most nervous you’d ever been in your entire life. You were sweating bullets and shaking. Your anxiety was flaring out as Seb came back with a whole tribe of actors.

 “Y/N, meet Chris Evans, Elizabeth Olsen, Paul Bettany, Benedict Cumberbatch, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Tom Holland, Chadwick Boseman, Anthony Mackie, Jeremy Renner, and Paul Rudd.”

 As he named everyone off, you shook their hands. Except for Elizabeth, you just had to hug her. She was like your idol. This was like a dream come true beyond your wildest imagination.

 “Cool shirt,” Jeremy noted at your shirt.

 “Oh, wow, thanks. This is...amazing. I can’t believe I’m here. This is...Just...wow.”

 Everyone laughed a little at you and he introduced you.

 “Everyone, this is Y/F/N, CEO and founder of Intercorp Tech.”

 “Oh, wow. That giant computer corporation?” Chris questioned.

 “Yeah, that’s the one,” you said, trying to remember how to breathe. You’d seen these people a hundred times on screen, in theater, in interviews. You felt as if you knew them but they had no idea who you were.

 “So you’re like a real life me,” Robert noted, smirking.

 “Don’t flatter yourself,” Anthony said with an eyeroll.

 “Are you going to be hanging around onset today?” Scarlett asked.

 “Yeah, I hope so, if I don’t destroy anything,” you noted, looking around at all the expensive equipment.

 “You can’t do any more damage than Robert,” Paul noted with a sneer.

 “Hey, I’m just making sure we always get the latest and greatest. If I have to smash a few cameras to do that, I’m willing to take one for the team.”

 Everyone laughed a little before being called back to make up or had to leave to read their lines. They each bid you a kind farewell to go do their jobs.

 “Oh my God, Seb, this is so perfect. I’ve loved Marvel since I was little. Getting to watch this come to life is...it’s...it’s a dream come true. Thank you so much.”

 “Anything for you. I gotta get in makeup. Just sit here. The director is over there and he’ll tell you to move if you need to, okay?”

 You nodded as he left, grinning at you.

 Watching them work was so amazing that at several points a tear was brought to your eye. They were all so talented, funny, and sweet. Seeing this come to life was making you nearly burst with joy. Whenever one of them was done with their scene or part, they would make their way over to you and joke and talk to you. Meanwhile, you were fangirling the fuck out. Each one was special and you couldn’t help but just stare at them while they talked to you. Anthony was a sweetheart who was easy going. Benedict was a smart ass. Robert was...well, Robert. You wanted to adopt Tom, he was so adorable it made you sick. You also got to completely geek out over him as Spiderman and you two swapped favorite scenes and lines from your favorite Spiderman movies. Paul was an absolute delight and yet again, you fan girled over him as Vision and poured on the compliments of him in other roles and he was a patient gentleman with you.

 The girls were hilarious and amazing. It seemed like you really clicked with each one in some way or another, all of them asking about your company and congratulating you on your success at such a young age.

 When lunch came, you offered to spring for it. Everyone kept telling you they had people for that but you were happy to do it. After taking several orders, most of them picky, you went to a restaurant just two blocks over and picked up the food, verifying that everything was there before bringing it back. The team seemed impressed.

 At the end of a long day of shooting, you told everyone goodbye (even though it killed you to leave their side). Sebastian took you home.

 “Do you wanna stay a little bit? I can order take out and we could hang out or…?” you offered, praying he said yes.

 “Sorry, not tonight. I’m beat. I should go home.”

 “Alright. That’s cool. You did great today,” you informed.

 “Yeah?” he asked. “Thanks, I’m glad you thought so.”

 “And your suit really helped where your acting failed,” you teased as you elbowed him lightly. He balked a fake offense and grinned at you.

“Is that so?”

 “Hey, I call ‘em as I see ‘em,” you stated.

 “Goodnight, Y/N,” he noted politely.

 “Night, Seb…”

 It was only 10, so you assumed Ida would be up. You gave her a ring.

 “Guess what I did all day?!” you said as you flopped on your Spiderman comforter.

 “Nothing?”

 “Even better! I went on the set of Infinity War!”

 “Holy shit, you did not!” she said, excited. “That’s amazing!”

 “Yeah,” you mused. “Ida, it was so dreamy and perfect and fun!”

 You proceeded to tell her all about the actors, watching them, interacting with them, seeing the most awaited film for you come to life.

 “I’m so happy for you.”

 “So what about you, what’d you do?”

 “Well...I spent the day with Chris.”

 “What?!” you exclaimed. “What the hell, Ida!”

 She chuckled on the other end of the phone. “What?”

 “Well, did you guys do it or what?”

 “No, nothing like that. Chris went home last night and showed up this morning saying they didn’t need him for the shots today and asked if I wanted to hang out. We grabbed breakfast, walked in the park, went shopping. It was amazing, Y/N.”

 You turned your mouth to the side. “I still think I had the better time,” you said.

 She laughed. “I bet you think you did. So how is Mr. Stan? Have you two sealed the deal or anything yet?”

 “No, not yet. But...last night, he did this weird thing. We were in the moment, about to kiss, and he just...dodged it.”

 “He dodged it?”

 “Yeah. He initiated everything and right as I thought he was about to commit to it, he just went to the side and hugged me.”

 “Wonder what that's about.”

 “I don’t know, but honestly, I’m not sure if I can keep this up.”

 “So just tell him.”

 You sighed as you laid on your bed. “I can’t. I don’t want to ruin this.”

 “So wait.”

 “I don’t want to wait.”

 “So end the friendship.”

 “I don’t want that either. You’re not very helpful!” you chastised angrily.

 “Chick, you’ve got to do something. It’s clear he’s not going to make the first move. Maybe he doesn’t think you’re into him and he’s waiting on you to give the greenlight.”

 “Maybe,” you agreed, but not fully accepting that.

 “Look, you’ve got three options. Tell him how you feel, wait for him, or end the friendship.”

 “That much is clear, captain obvious.”

 “I’m saying you need to act on one.”

 You groaned. “Why is life so hard? I’m in IT because I don’t like being around people…”

 Laughing, she said, “Well, you have to put on your big girl pants and deal with this one.”

 You didn’t respond for a while. Trying to figure this out. “I’ll think of something.”