#seb is Here i just dont want to tag him..

[autocat5876]

villain p.ai.nter full post since the last one was just a reblog yeahhh 🔥🔥🔥

sebastian goes to ask p.ai.nter for help with stopping the expendables for as long as possible as he knows it can control the turrets, and p.AI.nter is OBSESSED with him. genuinely would do anything for him. so sebastian pretends to have a relationship (platonic or romantic still up for debate) with it in order to keep it working and confides his plan to whoever it would consider a close friend. he tells them that he's only using p.AI.nter for the rest of them to escape- after all, a computer can't exactly swim can it? so they begin planning for the escape, all the while seb continues lying to p.AI.nter saying they'll all be escaping including it. weeks pass, and p.AI.nter begins doubting its ability to leave the blacksite as it's electric and would die in water. meanwhile, sebastian comes to a horrible realization that it DOES actually feel something for p.AI.nter but keeps it to himself. no one can know.

and then one day, p.AI.nter manages to hack into some kind of mic in a room with sebastian's confidants in it without realizing and hears them talking. talking about it. talking about sebastian. about the past weeks- MONTHS- being nothing but lies. words to butter it up to do sebastian's wants. and it snaps. it thinks to itself "if i can't escape? No One Can". it hacks fully into the blacksite's systems in a fit of rage and begins its control over everything in it. it was treated like sebastian's plaything, so now everyone and thing in the site is its entertainment.

i'm thinking it gets some kind of android body to attach the monitor to? i don't have much in terms of design on it but all i know is that in the monitor where p.AI.nter's left eye (if you were facing it, it would be on your right) should be there's a shotgun bullet hole in it... i wonder who could have done that...

songs that remind me of the au

DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN!!!! COME ON!!!! i have a very specifc scene in my head during the "i was told i had to walk away" part of p.AI.nter looking down at the ground walking down a hallway and as it does the turrets in the ceiling begin to descend out and then at "i'll fake a smile they've seen before" it flashes to p.AI.nter pre-villain before cutting to its current expression with the bullet hole and a deranged grin (since in my design it's nearly always smiling or grinning like mad. if you see it without a smile on its face then it's too late for you) and then "they'll see i am so much more" it looks up at the camera and the turrets point along with the look and yeah. Yeah this is villain p.AI.nter

uh uh uh seb's the hero p.AI.nter's the villain blah blah blah i don't even have anything to say other than the following lyric clips . good lord. blue sebastian green p.AI.nter

that last line there in specific too... since in my head p.AI.nter sets up bases in seb's old shop locations half to get rid of any places seb may try to hunker down and hide again and half to show that it can take the things that matter to sebastian just like he did to it.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Japanese Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode eight :: GOOD DAYS

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n (barely), multiple x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔it’s a good day to be y/n, to be a y/n stan and a red bull hater.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ hot dilfs, none.

y/n

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y/n singapore gp ft. george stealing my phone and queen alexandra doing god’s work ���‍💨

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y/n ‘is there someone else/starry eyes’ 🎬 mv & behind the scenes are both out now 💐 had the absolute pleasure and honour of working with my closest best friends and literal soulmates on this one and they looked like princesses ⭐️💗 can’t be happier than this 🫧 love u to death!!! directed by me btw >:)

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[81folklore]

lover - SCHUMACHER

pairings: mick schumacher x wordle!reader (fc: savannah delullo + pintrest)

summary: micks girlfriend always relates everything in her life to the three things she loves most; taylor swift, wordle and her boyfriend

authors note: this is probably one of the most niche things ive ever made but i absolutely love sav and her wordle content and i also love mick so why not put those together?? i dont even know how i thought of this but here it is😭

authors note 2: doesnt have all the pictures i wanted, but i needed this to be one part so i had to shorten it a bit. i ended up mainly using pintrest photos, but that was only because the sav photos i planned to use ended up being in posts i couldnt make due to the 30 picture limit. i actually think this is my favorite smau ive done so i hope you enjoy

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and everytime i look at you, its like the first time

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user11: beach being the wordle today was perfect pinned

yourusername: can confirm i was very happy

mickschumacher: good pictures...must be a pretty cool photographer😂

yourusername: ehh took some practice but he learnt from the best!😉

user82: you guys are so cute

user9: micks looking more and more like his dad everyday :')

user4: im so obessed with your tiktoks

user49: favorite wordle player

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you got that long hair, slicked back, white tshirt, and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

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user55: officially my favorite couple

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mickschumacher: 💚💚💚

user2: i love that she always includes that days wordles in her posts

user72: and if she can, she will relate it to a taylor lyric and make that her caption

user60: and she always tries to match the pictures to the word

user46: are those his dads glasses☹️

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✨i can still make the whole place shimmer✨

HOLY WHAT IS MY LIFE??? so much happened within the span of a night and im in shock. first, TAYLOR SWIFT?? next SWIFT WORDLE ANSWER?? ON THE DAY OF MY CONCERT?? then I GOT THE 22 HAT?? EXACTLY 10 YEARS AFTER THE LAST PICTURE TOOK PLACE?? also lets all appreciate how good both taylor and mick look!!!!

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we could let our friends crash in the living room

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and at every table, ill save you a seat, lover...

m, you mean more to me than i will ever be able to put into words. the love i feel for you is something so special it feels wrong to just say 'i love you', it doesnt do it justice. you are my entire being and nothing i say or do will even amount to the way you make me feel

3 years ago, forever felt scary, forever felt terrifying, but how can forever be enough now? how will i ever have enough time with you? how will i ever have enough time to love you?

i would say 'take me out and take me home' but no matter where you take me i will always be home if im with you🏠

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[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 10

Morning Sex w/ roomate! Steve rogers

Pairing: room mate! Steve Rogers x room mate! f!reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, p in v, creampie, morning sex, clit play, breast play, also sweet and fluffy :)

On mobile and not beta read so I apologise for mistakes in advance!!

Word count: TBA (I'm on mobile sorry!)

Summary: Waking up next to Steve leads to some pretty exciting morning antics, leaving you wondering what took you so long to act on your feelings sooner.

A/N: I didn't plan for an onslaught of CE and Seb Stan characters this week haha. It just kinda happened. - Love, Grem x

Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here!)

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You're warm. So very, very warm. It's not suffocating but comforting, like a big cosy hug from a teddy bear. You can't remember the last time you felt so warm, so cosy, so safe. You sigh wistfully, still half asleep, cuddling further under the covers.

There's a soft sigh into your ear that should startle you but you're too sleepy to care. You feel like you're floating in cocoa, half clinging to a marshmallow. You hum to yourself. Marshmallows and cocoa seem good right about now.

You feel the press of something soft against your nape, making your eyes flutter. Then another. Then another. The warmth around you suddenly growing hotter, scalding, trailing from your face to your core. You're suddenly aware of a strong arm draped around your waist, pulling you closer to taut, hot body. And that would be hot in every sense of the word.

Soft hair tickles you as Steve's face nuzzles into the space between your neck, pressing another light kiss against your skin. Your right hand reaches up to ruffle his hair, rubbing his scalp in deliberate, gentle circles to keep him close. This all still feels like a dream. The events of last night making your cheeks burn hotter but a small, dazed smile is playing on your lips.

"Mornin'," You mumble, turning your head to brush his nose with yours.

"Morning." He mumbles back. His eyes are still half lidded with sleep but his gazed is still fixed on you. Had you always looked this beautiful in the morning? Is this what he'd been missing out on for months?

Without warning, and without much thinking, Steve presses his lips against yours. Your sleepy brains coated in a morning fog that let inner anxieties free; there's no need to vocalise when your actions speak for you. You dont need to think about how slowly and softly your mouths move together, savouring each moment your lips touch like it could be your last. You don't need to think about how you're kissing eachother like you've been doing it for months, years even. It's so natural you don't question it.

Steve shifts slowly, his arms enveloping you tightly while he kisses you, pressing closer into you. Your hand in his hair pushes his head down towards you, keeping him close. You gasp into his mouth when you feel his hard length rub against your ass and subconsciously grind onto him. Steve makes a low sound his his throat and his kisses become more feverish, pushing against you again.

You press your thighs together, a needy ache brewing between them, as you kiss him back just as hungrily. The hand around your waist moves higher, cupping and squeezing your breast over your pyjama shirt. You roll your hips again, moaning into Steve's mouth. You pant against his lips when his hand slips under your shirt, his hands large and hot as they tweak at an already perked nipple. You whimper and peck at Steve's lips, desperate to keep them on you and the need between your legs grows exponentially.

Steve's breathless as he watches your face, studying how it contorts with pleasure each time he rolls your nipple between his fingers and your ass grinds against his cock.

"Steve please," you gasp quietly, meeting his still-sleepy eyes. His pupils are blown and his face still has a dusting of pink, making your heart hammer against your ribs. "I want you."

"You've got me." He murmurs, kissing you softly as his hand frees your nipple and moves downwards, tugging the waistband of ypur pyjama bottoms. Once the bottoms are around your knees, you kick them to your feet and Steve works on his boxers, freeing his hard cock against your ass.

He doesn't stop kissing you, humming and groaning as his hands roam over your naked form. He thinks he still may be dreaming, especially when his hand dips between your thighs and feels the slick heat coating your clit already. You cry out when Steve rubs your bud with his index finger. It's not a lot of pressure but just enough that you writhe and push further into him.

"Oh, fuck," You moan, half hiding your fave into your pillow. Steve's hand on your clit is scorching and your nerves are on fire with need for him. You lift your leg as you turn into him more, wrapping it around his strong thigh and calf. His cock brushes against your inner thigh, now that you've allowed more access, leaving a sticky, wet trail of precum that makes you shiver in delight.

Steve only pauses the ministrations on your sensitive clit to help guide his cock onto your soaked hole, nudging the entrance with his tip. You suck in a breath. He's stopped kissing you but he's holding the back of your head with his free hand, making sure you're looking back at him as he watches your expression morph into one of ecstasy as he slowly stretches you over his cock.

He's big, you knew that from last night, but slight burn of the stretch at this angle makes you realise just how big. You bite back a moan as he slides in, your pussy fluttering around him to accommodate his size. Steve gasps softly when he's buried to the hilt inside you, cock twitching anxiously. His eyes close and he reigns in the desire to fuck you senseless until he cums. He wants to take his time with this, even if he cums quickly, he wants to prolong it as much as possible.

"You feel -" He whispers hoarsely. "You feel amazing."

"Fuck, you're so big Stevie." You murmur back and he groans, cock twitching inside of you. He paused for a moment, blue eyes finding yours before he kisses you sweetly again. His hand behind your head falls to your shoulder, the other wrapping around your hips to anchor you in place as he begins to fuck you slowly, almost lazily. You whimper each time his cock pushes into you, eyes glazing over as your cunt grips him like a vice.

"Shit, sweetheart if you keep gripping me like that I might cum." Steve pants into your neck, sounding almost pained. He presses more kisses against your throat, trying to contain himself.

"Please," you mewl. "I wanna cum over your cock like this."

Steve grunts a curse, fucking up into you harder and faster. It was lucky he'd anchored you in place with his strong arms, because he had you jerking wildly. Your soft mewls had became high-pitched moans, his balls smacking against your clit with each thrust and the hand at your shoulder reaching down to tweak your nipples again. His lips felt like they were everywhere, your mouth, your neck, your cheeks; whispering constant praises and compliments to you while you could barely string together a sentence.

"Steve - Steve I'm-" Your leg around his seizes and you suck in a breath, leaving two identical sets of half-moon nail indents in his forearm and hip as you try to warn him of your impending orgasm.

"Your pussy takes me so well, baby," he mumbles, another lazy kiss against your ear. "Cum over my cock for me."

Your pussy clenches and releases over his large cock desperately and you cum with a long moan. Steve curses, thrusts becoming more erratic as he feels your cum drench his cock and balls, filling the room with harsh, wet slaps that would otherwise have made him blush. He watches your eyes flutter as your body comes down from the high, still being wracked with pleasure. You're chanting his name quietly, still hold onto him and the look in your eyes is enough to coat your insides three times over. Steve's hips stutter and slow and he pants lightly, his cock throbbing gently inside of you as his cum fills you.

Steve leans into you, unmoving, still holding you and kissing your cheek softly. You both lay there, taking turns giving eachother sweet pecks against any skin you can find while you come down from your highs.

"Good morning," You say again, grinning over to him. Steve grins back, placing another kiss on your lips.

"Good morning." He clears his throat, and moves his arm around your waist to your hip, looking down. "Uh. That was-"

"Great." You say reassuringly, touching his cheek so he'd look back at you. "We should have done it sooner."

"We should have," Steve chuckles softly, leaning into your touch. He presses another kiss to your palm, and your heart and pussy flutter around his softening cock. "Hey," Steve chides with a small wince. "I'm sensitive."

You snort and try to hold back giggles. "Sorry."

"No, you're not." He says, smiling down at you, nuzzling your face again, making you giggle more. He pulls back again to look at your face, his expression somewhat serious. "What does that make us now?"

You blink at him and can feel a blush rising on your cheeks. "What do you want it to make us, Stevie?" You retort carefully, the warmth in your stomach replaced with chilly butterflies.

Steve swallows and you watch his Adam's apple bob violently. "Well, I, Uh... think we may have done things in the wrong order."

"Uh huh."

"But I'd... like to take you out sometime."

You break into smile, butterflies settling, and you kiss him again, for longer this time. Steve follows suit, keeping his lips pressed against yours until you're desperate for air. He's never going to get used to kissing you.

"I'd like that." You say, breathlessly. "But shower first? Then I'll get started on breakfast."

Steve nods, finally pulling away from you and letting you sit up a little. You give him a look when he doesn't rise from the bed with you.

"What?" He asks curiously, watching you get out of bed to pick up your towel.

"Aren't you coming?"

Steve does a double take, his eyes widening in realisation and suddenly he can't get out of bed fast enough. Mornings just seemed to get a whole lot better.

[osaka-lilac]

can you recommend any good lance posts or fic to read?

oh. oh. oh boy do i have some fic recs for YOU

if anyone who sees this has other recommendations, please feel free to respond in the tags or in the replies! hope you enjoy - and welcome to lance nation!!!!

(i will try to keep it not just a strollonso fic rec list, yes they're my main but i don't want to give a biased list to the masses. this is a lance fic list, not just strollonso.)

so. without further ado...

allie's lance fic recs (in no particular order)

steak and other strange situations | lance/yuki | G | @lil-shiro

-> bet you didn't expect a rare pair ship as my first recommendation, huh? frankly i love the characterization that ann has utilized here - just a guy that wants to get to know people. simple yet effective!

gone before sunrise | lance/fernando | E | zeolyte

-> oogh this one is a real kicker. i couldn't tell you why my stomach churns while reading the middle of this piece. you can really feel for lance in this one and yes it does end happy (as most if not all of the fics in here will have in common with), but if you are okay with explicit material, this is a must read.

baby hotline (please hold me close to you) | lance/esteban/mick | T | @shovson

-> woohoo my ot3!!!! we dont get to see a lot of this pairing per se, but we get a lot of seb & lance running the iconic baby hotline, an advice service lance starts to help others with anything they need, like mick and estie once did for him. lovely cameos from multiple drivers.

press enter and send it | lance/esteban | E | gothic_sevgilim

-> HOO BABY is this one HOT. office au in which lance is the sassy trainee of esteban, a minor manager at lance's father's company. the tension in here is NUTS man

between your collar and your jaw | lance/sebastian | E | @hurricane-heatt

-> if you know me you know how much i fuck with cowboys. THEN you should by association know that i would never pass up a cowboy au. THIS is what a cowboy au should look like. passionate, yet leaves you in a cloud of dust by the side of the dirt road, knowing you'll never see this man and his steed again.

clerestory | pierre/charles with a side of lance/fernando | E | @nobrakesdown

-> woah. i thought this was a lance fic list?? this is our wildcard for the list. lance only appears in this fic as a historical figure in the wild royal mystery pierre is studying as he heals from an injury after a major crash. frankly i just wanted to add this one because it genuinely is one of my favorite fics on the site and since it vaguely has lance in it, i will be including it

never too soon | lance/george | G | @userkritaaay

-> stressed unstoppable force george meets relaxed immovable object lance. this is just lance and george suffering together after singapore 2023. delightful

you're my fucking hero: the critic's review | lance/fernando | M | me. i wrote this

-> finally, who would i be on this site without a bit of self promo. the love labor of @no00000000's wonderful dirtbag au, in which lance learns to live and pursue his own passions after a run in with a rough criminal, fernando. it is formatted as a movie review for a hypothetical movie, inspired by the essays i would write while in my history of film course years ago.

[pitchcom]

OKAY f1 heathers au post starting NOW

heather chandler: fernando - cmon. look at fernando and tell me he doesnt have heather chandler energy. he is totally a mean girl and would be perf for this role

heather duke: carlos - he is supressed mean girl and im saying this as a carlos lover. he wants to put forth a perfect face until its publicly acceptable to be bitchy and charles is just the unfortunate bearer of that. i do think in this au he would be more passive aggressive mean then singing “kill yourself” mean but those are just little bits. i also think he has the capability to go mad with power

heather macnamara: charles - HONESTLY i think that he and carlos could be slightly interchangable based on your perception of them BUT i do think charles pulls off the innocent charmer look better so hes heather mac. but dont forget that heather mac is a heather for a REASON and she is also a shittalker so charles DOES have a mean bone in his body DONT BE FOOLED. charles here also plays into the macnamara/veronica angle bc he also has a bond with oscar

veronica sawyer: oscar - tbh i dont have a clear reason except it just feels right LOL like the narratives all line up … the carcar beef and the veronica/duke beef … the mcnamara/sawyer connection … loscar and martha/veronica …. i fear it all fits too well. also i think it would be funny for fernando to be a bitchy ghost haunting oscar for half the musical

JD: lando - this is mostly because hes been a menace lately and i DO believe he would be dramatic enough to blow up a school + fake their suicide note because someone broke up with him for killing 3 other people

martha dunnstock: logan - tragic unpopular bestie of the loser -> popular main character that gets hurt and left behind because of it. need i say more

ram & kurt: max/daniel OR pierre/esteban - no super strong reason for either of them except they are the two duos left on the grid that can give fboy but also hidden homoerotic relationship LMAOOO

mrs flemmings: lewis - sorry have u seen his whole peace love and plants front … he is so totally the teacher. tries to be pro mental health and diversity that it feels almost fake AND hes kinda unhinged with it. a case could be argued for seb but unfortunately i need him and mark to be oscars parenes LMAOOO

okay thats all for now folks 🫡 and if anyone ever makes any art of this …. pspspsps please feed it to me (tag me)

edit: PLS DROP ME ASKS IF U WANNA DISCUSS I CANT REPLY 🙏🙏

theres also another take on this thats vaguely developing in my head where its lewis + teammates = heathers with lewis, nico, and george being heathers and lestappen being jd/veronica BUT that needs to cook some more compared to this one LOL

[nyan-koii]

I’m thinking of writing a seb/jenson fic where seb is like really really embarrassed during sex, like he can barely handle it because repression due to yada yada, Jenson then tries to help him by dirty talk, praise, encourage seb to make the first move etc

Idk if it should be a 5+1 thing (5 times Jenson made the first move 1 time seb did) or if I should just make Jenson really humiliating and poking fun at him which results in Sebastian wanting to crawl into himself ?

Idk if it should be like a 10k+ fic with plot and angst and all or just pure smut TwT

(Also, same person as sebmarkson anon lol!)

HIII SMS ANONNN i hope you're doing well 🥰 miss seeing you in my inbox but youre here and that matters !!

A sebson 5 + 1 FIC WITH VIRGIN SEB WHO IS SHY AND REPRESSED ABOUT HIMSELF AND FLIRTY JENSON WHO IS TRYING TO PUSH HIM OUT OF HIS SHELL???? 😳😳😳😳😳 i think you might just come here to drop the most insane fic idea ever in the sebson tag anon !!

Hmmm if i were to give my opinion, 5 + 1 fic is much better tbh!! It gives you the in depth of what theyre, what jenson is, doing to make sure seb is comfortable and plus much much more scenarios ! Sure a oneshot could work but writing it will be hard to connect the plot instead of doing drabbles and somehow links to one another ! But its just my humble opinion anon

Seb crying 🥺?? Seb crying because hes shy and he thinks that jenson will find him weird because of the kinks he has but jenson is all hard when seb tells him that?? Oughhh dear god i can see how the angst is working out on here. Jenson who genuinely loves seb and wants the best for him but seb who is hiding the real him away from the man he love in order to not make him feel disgusted when he sees the real seb. Gnawing ony my fist right now, im gonna think about this.

It can be a porn with plot fic ngl but i do love 5 + 1 fic more because its simple but also have many scenarios put together

I wonder how will seb react to jenson telling him that what he has is perfectly normal? Gosh seb would call him daddy in the smallest tiniest voice ever and jenson couldnt help but to coo and tell him to do it more. Seb trembling in excitement but also fear when hes getting blindfolded. Jenson humiliating seb when the boy makes the first move. My brain is exploding anon ggawhm... i need this rn.... im gonna think of it for the next few days

Sobby seb 🥺🥺 yea i get where youre coming from. Sobby seb is one of the cutest seb genre and needs to be paid more attention!!

And OMG ANON SHSHHSHSHSH HELP MEEE 🤣🤣dont worry, ur not alone i do it too. i wish i was mark webber too.... at the very least i wish i was the fly on the wall whenever sebmark is in the same room :(

[randomsebs]

Blind Item #9 The alliterate actor demanded the trailer for his new project be released today. He smells awards.

Honestly, good for him! I hope he gets all the nominations—his speech yesterday was killer, and when he said, "Mom, te iubesc. Multumesc," it was such a heartfelt moment.

Now, onto AW. She had the nerve to post the trailer for The Apprentice on her Insta and tag a fan account that she follows and that follows her back, as if the official page would ever follow her. Spoiler alert: the official page only follows people actually involved in the movie. Delusional much? Oh, and that gym pic she posted? It's from September 4th, not even today! Like, girl, what are you even pretending for?

And of course, fucking "Galaxies" blog had to jump in with their typical AW-worshipping nonsense, posting, "Awe, so cute! AW finally posted today and followed The Apprentice movie account."

Like, BITCH, can you be truthful for once in your life? Instead of kissing AW's ass, maybe mention that she messed up by tagging a fan account instead of the actual movie page? Let’s be real, no one’s buying her fake PR stunts except you, Galaxy. PS: So glad you turned the anonymous asks back on—I was sweating bullets last time I asked under my own handle. Didn’t need to get doxxed just for spilling some tea! Oh, and just a suggestion—you might want to delete those other asks with their handles showing, but hey, that’s your call, babe. Also, missed you around here! Feels good to be back in the tea party.

Aww thanks so much! I thought I turned them on last time, so I’ll make sure to hide their accounts. I don’t want any of my supporters to be doxxed or sent any threats or hate.

As for the “fan accounts”.. they’re so idiotic! They believe this B.S. but they hate on his exes? Uhhh what? Margo didn’t do anything, they created rumors about her cheating which SEB HIMSELF (even after the breakup) commented on Instagram that they were false.

Also.. yeah. She couldn’t even be bothered to turn up to his event last night in Normandy, but she posted the trailer?! Not even congratulating him. What a shame.

If she was actually supportive, she would’ve been there, she would congratulate him on her Instagram and so on, but guess what? She didn’t. She didn’t show up because he didn’t want her to be there. She is rich, she could’ve bought a ticket to France. She flew to London but not to France 😂, oh yeah! Because he looks miserable in 99.99% of photos with her, the only time he smiles with her is his FORCED smiles where he is visibly forcing it, it never scrunches his nose or reaches his eyes.

It’s clear there’s no visible chemistry or love between them, just co-workers who don’t get along.

I’m happy I’m finding other fans of his who DONT like her, because a “big” fan of his , who has an editing account (I mentioned her before) is so far up Annabelle’s ass. I’m sure she’s either hired by AW or she’s just very, VERY desperate and deluded.

Also these are the people that hated on Margo, Ellie, and Ale.

Ellie was racist, I’m not denying that that is actually gross and unacceptable for her. I understand the hate as well. Some people said that she tried to apologize but was ignored, of course what she did was gross and unprofessional, but then they go on to trying to dox Seb again.

And Margarita didn’t do anything wrong (that I know of), Seb was VISIBLY head-over-heels for Margo!! She was pretty and kind, from what I’ve seen, and she also loved Seb just as much. Again, people hated her and to the point where they broke up. After their breakup he defended her again, good for him. They were so cute.

And ale, what she did was also disgusting. She didn’t apologize, from what I’ve seen, but now she tries to donate and help other people from other countries. If she regrets it, good, but AGAIN .. Sebastian address was leaked (2020/2021) so they broke up. I do not support her btw.

And now Annabelle… Annabelle is fat phobic, a liar, Zionist, racist, played in a sexist movie, she treats other people like they’re below her, and the list goes ONN. Btw I found perverted photos on her insta, I will be posting!!

And no one bats an eye at Annabelle, even though she’s done A LOT!!! But everyone makes excuses for her, lies for her, etc. and they go as far as doxxing and threatening people who don’t like her. She’s problematic and you guys are blowing her ego UP!! It’s so disgusting on how you all support this. Did Annabelle ever apologize? No! She continues to do it and ignores what she has done afterwards. 🤢 I smell an egomaniac.

Edit: if he does get nominated and wins an Oscar , the contract will be extended. I want him to win, but I do not want her staying around. This is a hard choice.. it’s basically choosing over his happiness or this leech getting more full of herself and more control over him.

[narcolini]

in his shadow - pt. 3

ez reyes x oc: ava gomez, 3426 words

warnings for alcohol usage and mild steaminess, 18+

for day 19 of whumpril: ‘i’m worried about you’

a/n: ok. mi gente, mi compas. this had all the intentions of being whump and angst and then. i dont know what happened. im so sorry to the whumpril creators but my brain said we flirting today and thats all i could do. anyway HUGE eyes at this development

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa​ my ez ladies 

previous part here

Her grand plan to make amends, went as smoothly as every other plan she’s had lately—which is not smooth at all, forever doomed to tip into something like disaster, apparently. She’d pulled up to EZ’s trailer undetected at first, which filled her with confidence that this would work. Had managed to get half the weights from her trunk, to the spot just beside his door, without too much noise as well. It was all going perfectly, really, until she dropped the last dumbbell onto one of the others, sending the pair of them clattering to the ground.

He didn’t burst out like she thought he might’ve, gun in hand and ready for assault, so she carried on with her mission regardless. Scooped the lighter one first, put it back into place. Turned her attention again to the one that stretched her arms out tight, too heavy, really, for her to be lifting at all.

Her dedication to correcting the mistake made her miss the door opening, made her oblivious to EZ standing in the frame of it now, half-dressed and rubbing his eyes.  

‘What’s this?’ he asks, voice breaking the silence. Deep, and sleep-trodden, from the step above her. ‘Some sort of reverse robbery?’

‘Shit.’ His arrival makes her jump, grip slipping momentarily. ‘Sorry.’

‘Was about to come out here swinging, Ava.’

Was about to tackle her to the ground, no doubt, demanding to know what she was doing at his place when he’s trying to sleep.

She sighs, standing from her bend, the last dumbbell finally set into the bottom rack. ‘I was trying to get it all out before you…’ The words fade off, replaced by a smile. It doesn’t matter. She shouldn’t have been sneaking up on a Mayan, but the end result is the same now. ‘Peace offering?’ she says, unable to shake the question from the end of it. If he wants her to go, she will. But if he takes the gift willingly, she’ll get to leave with one less burden on her shoulders.

He softens slightly—though with the way he’s squinting into the falling sun, it’s hard to tell. He’d look like he was frowning if it weren’t for the small tweak to his lips. ‘You didn’t have to do that.’

‘But I did.’ She pulls open the tote over her arm, grabbing the bottle from within and holding it up to him. ‘I brought Tequila too.’

‘Tequila?’

She winces, apologetic. ‘I don’t drink beer.’

He laughs, head tilting to the side, like he’s weighing up the idea. ‘Tequila it is,’ he says, stepping back for her to enter. ‘But if you get me wasted, Bish will—’

‘I know, I know, you’re on call.’ She waves him off. ‘I’m very familiar with leading prospects astray.’ Sebastian used to pull the battery from his phone and claim he was out of range, with no signal to answer when el presidente called. ‘We’ll be good.’

She just wants to break the tension for a bit, that’s all. It’s been a few days since he came to get Seb’s things, since she sent him away for telling her what he thought. They haven’t spoken about it—which wouldn’t be too unusual, considering she’s only had his number for a week or so—but it feels noticeably awkward somehow. Like they aren’t speaking on purpose. She’d been at the clubhouse yesterday, and only got as much as a nod from him.

The door shuts behind them, pulled to by EZ. He does’t latch it, but leaves a crack for the breeze, for the glimpse of orange sun each time the gap widens it. ‘You really didn’t have to bring all this over,’ he says.

‘I just wanted to…’ She spins, still clutching the bottle with both hands. ‘I don’t know, I thought it over and I realised you’re right. What you said, it’s fucking right.’

He nods, quiet like he knows there’s more. She follows him with her eyes as he steps past her, reaching for a t-shirt, then pulling it over his head as she continues.

‘So I wanted to say sorry for that.’ She takes a breath. Sorry and can we forget it, she means, can we pretend I didn’t turf you out just for trying to be a friend. ‘But, I also think you were really, really, dumb—’

‘I thought this was an apology,’ he laughs, frowning through it.

‘It is—shut up—you were really dumb for laying it on me there when I was already in a fucking weird headspace.’

His brows dip again, but the smile lingers. The t-shirt settles around him. ‘And you’re sorry because…I was dumb?’

‘Because you didn’t know I have a complex about my dead fiancé’s house,’ she finishes, trying her best to remain sincere, but now he’s smiling, she is too. ‘Sorry. For that. Sorry I didn’t take your advice and sorry I didn’t tell you why.’ She nods, huffs. Relaxes now it’s out in the open.

‘Well, thank-you, and thank-you for the…’ He gestures behind him, in the direction of the weights on the other side. ‘But I’m the one that owes you an apology.’

‘Oh, don’t do that,’ she groans, ‘I’m trying to be the better person here.’

He goes to fight her on it, half-smile lifting in his lips, but then decides against it. Concedes and lets her have this one. ‘Alright, call it even then.’ She knows there’s an apology under there anyway. ‘Want me to get some glasses?’

‘Please.’ She passes him the bottle, ditching her bag on the side, and turning to the—‘Oh.’ She stops herself. ‘You were sleeping.’

The two couches that were there last time have been joined by a third cushion, long and filling the gap in place of the table, making the living room into a bedroom. The sheets on top are twisted, his bed unmade and abandoned from when she had woken him up.

‘Late night?’ she asks, hovering by the end of it.

‘Yeah, sorry, you can just.’ He flits from the kitchen space behind her, abandoning the open cupboard, to waft the sheet free and flat. He smoothes it quickly, tossing his pillow to the opposite end. ‘I can put it away if you want.’

‘No, no, I don’t mind.’ Seeing him fuss over it is making her regret even saying anything to start with. She can practically see his ears reddening the longer he tries to make it presentable, can feel her own doing the same as a result. She should’ve just climbed on in the first place, as if nothing were different. ‘Get the drinks,’ she tells him, ‘I can sit here.’

He lets her past, nodding as she settles onto the end of the bed. She toes her sneakers off, then puts her legs up on the thin mattress and shuffles back until she’s sat against the wall. It’s hard to imagine sleeping here, with no space either side of it, and it being thinner and shorter, much shorter, than any normal bed, but it is cozy. She can picture that. If it were her trailer, she’d have fairy light around the nook it’s in, make the bed a den instead of a camping situation.

‘Here.’ He passes her a glass. ‘I don’t have ice, sorry.’

‘You’re good.’ Tequila is tequila. She doesn’t intend to savour it like he might.

He climbs over her then, opting to sit on her left. When he puts his legs out, stonewash jeans atop the sheet, his feet are a stretch away from meeting the wall on the opposite side. Hers barely reach his ankles.

‘Salud,’ she says, clinking her glass to his.

He matches her, but when they go to drink, hers goes back in one, sharp and potent, while EZ just takes a sip.

‘Jesus.’ He laughs, coughing out through the taste of it. ‘We’re doing shots now?’

‘I am.’ She frowns, swallowing a second time to get rid of the burn. ‘Don’t know how you savour this stuff.’

‘Well,’ he considers it, looking into his glass with a smirk, ‘usually I drink nicer stuff. This is, yeah, it’s pretty rough.’

‘Oh, wow,’ her eyes roll, ‘I’m so sorry I didn’t break the bank for our peace-keeping drinks.’

He laughs, teeth flashing, and she joins him easily, glad to be with someone who can take her sarcasm as it’s intended. ‘Damn, was I even complaining?

‘No, but you aren’t rushing to refill my glass either, so…’

He bumps her, shoulder to shoulder. ‘You’re closer. You go.’

*

She did, and now they’re three shots down, cheeks warm, eyes glazing. EZ still insisted on sipping his, which was pacing Ava in a way she needed but would never have managed herself. Once the first was in, that was it, as careless with liquor as she was in college.

‘Okay,’ she announces, humming afterwards, ‘no more for a bit. You take your time with that one.’

‘Yeah? You feeling it?’

She smiles up at him—because he’s still sitting properly, back straight to the wall, and not half way into the bed the way she is. ‘Just the perfect amount.’

He nods, his own glass balanced on his lap. ‘Alright. Perfect amount.’

Perfect, warming, spinning room, amount. They’re sitting close enough to be touching now, arm to arm, hip to hip. More warmth added to the heat stirring in her chest, and tracking down her throat. This might be the first time she’s enjoyed Tequila in years. Her new favourite way to drink, cooped up on EZ’s three-part mattress.

‘You know,’ he starts, clearing his throat in-between, ‘the other day, I really didn’t mean to…’ He rubs the back of his head, itching the words out of him. ‘I’m worried about you, that’s all it is. Trying to look out for you.’ He laughs. ‘And being a dick about it in the process.’

’S'okay.’ She shrugs, sleeves bunching against his own. They’d already been through this. He was right, she was wrong, the timing was fucking terrible. ‘No biggie, is it?’ She pauses, then decides against stopping there. ‘But…’ she adds, drawing out the word, turning the T over between her teeth.

‘Let me have it.’ He sighs theatrically. ‘I can take it.’

Her hand lifts, elbow on the bed between them, finger waving in his general direction. ‘The trying to look out for me part,’ she says. ‘I get it. You’re a gentleman, blah blah blah, but, please don’t. Y’know, just. Don’t. That’s half the pinche problem with the rest of those payasos.’

He smiles, ducking his chin like that might hide it.

Which it doesn’t, of course, because Ava catches it right away, her brows pulling together sharply. ‘What?’

‘Nothing.’ Another smirk. ‘Just that, well, you’re getting it.’ He takes a sip, hissing it back, then adds, ‘And also, you only ever speak spanish when you’re drunk?’

‘Drunk and bullied by my family,’ she answers quickly, sitting upright and away from the wall to look at him properly. That was beside the point. That wasn’t what he was smiling about. ‘Getting what?

‘How to tell people when they do shit you don’t like.’ He says it like he’s proud, like he wants her to do it again, even if he’s on the other end of the sharpened spike. ‘Now you just gotta times it by like, a thousand, and tell the guys to stop being so fucking weird.’

‘Hm.’ She slouches into herself, smiling. Alcohol or not, he’s right, she had told him—in fact, she’s always told him. It came out easier with him, somehow. Even the argument at her house was proof of it; she never would have told Gilly to leave like that, or Coco, or Angel. There was no Sebastian looming over her shoulder when she spoke to EZ, no old friendship that she had to be respectful of. Just her, just him. A clean slate had never felt so fucking good. ‘I can do that,’ she says, believing it.

‘Yeah?’ His brow arches. ‘You wanna go tell them right now?’

She snorts, loud and uncharacteristic of her. ‘God, no. Fuck, no. I’d say something completely out of order and make everything worse.’

She’d say all the things she’s struggling not to say now, holding back with just a tequila tongue and pure will power.

‘Like what?’ EZ asks, putting one ankle atop the other. Settling in like he expects her to have an entire list of forbidden topics to share.

‘Man, I don’t know.’ She combs through her hair once, detangling it on the exit, fingertips catching in the ends. ‘Honestly? Probably something like…’ She looks down, fiddling with her hands. ‘Never mind.’

‘No, what? Don’t do that,’ EZ bursts, grinning around the complaints. ‘You can’t do that.’

She shakes her head, attempting to dismiss his excitement, his building intrigue. ‘It’s just stupid. Shallow.’ Things she could admit to girl friends and nobody else, especially not him.

‘Try me.’

She looks him over, sitting against the wall beside her. Broad shoulders, soft eyes. A plain t-shirt with a logo she doesn’t recognise. He’s hardly a threat, hardly set up to judge her. There’s no kutte, no sign of the Mayans and all the shit that comes with them, just EZ. Ezekiel Reyes. The guy fresh out of prison, fresh in the club. Just as much of a clean slate as she wants to be.

‘God, okay.’ She sucks a breath in, puts her hands over her eyes like it might be easier to admit in the dark. ‘I think, well, I was going to say, sometimes I actually miss them hitting on me.’

He laughs, loud and deep and genuine.

She should have never expected anything less.

Her hands come down, desperate to defend herself. ‘No, like.’ She’s leaning forward now, a breath away from tapping on his stomach, from grabbing his shirt and making him be serious about this. ‘Listen, EZ, stop it. I can explain.’

‘Relax,’ he says, laughing still, but lifting his hands like he’s innocent. ‘I’m listening.’ The drink sloshes against his glass, meeting him at his lips afterwards.

‘Even when Sebastian was alive,’ she explains, talking through the scorching red blush in her face, ‘they’d try it. Not seriously, sure, but there was some fucking, jokey, acknowledgement that I’m, y’know, a fucking woman.’

He nods, holding back a smile by pressing his lips tightly together. He’s doing his best, he is, and if she wasn’t embarrassed on a deathly level, she’d be laughing with him. Instead, she’s paddling against the tide. Desperate to reach the side where he understands, and he isn’t laughing, and she doesn’t want to be eaten whole by the gap between the trailer’s couches.

‘Stop it,’ she pleads. ‘I know it’s stupid.’

‘It’s not.’

‘But now I’m on the other fucking side of the spectrum, and they act like I’m some wrinkly, old widow.’

‘It’s not stupid, Ava.’

‘Or a mother, actually,’ she continues, talking over him. ‘Like I’m Mom and Dad’s six feet under.’ And the rest of the club are the fatherless kids she’s left with, doomed to forever think she’s more mother than woman, more grief than life.

EZ’s quiet now, sitting back to watch her with a smile he isn’t bothering to hide. ‘Y’know, I can tell Angel to make a move, if it’ll make you feel better?’ A snort comes out of him, head shaking lightly. ‘Think he’d sleep with anyone who asked at this point.’

She recoils, face crumpling. ‘First of all, fucking, ew. Secondly, is that supposed to be a compliment? Am I that unfuckable?’

He laughs, nervous this time, blood rushing to his ears quick enough to be noticeable.

‘God, EZ, if I wanted to be humbled, I’d—’

He cuts her off, setting his glass on the windowsill behind. ‘Alright, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.’ He scrambles for words, palms raised to either side of his head, and then gesturing toward her. ‘You’re obviously, you know.’

She stares. She isn’t above begging for compliments, at least, not in her current state. Hot head, hotter heart. She smiles, prompting him to continue, ‘You know…?’

He matches her gaze, holding it, and her, still and silent for a moment. It’s dark in there now, the sun’s slipped beneath the horizon, just about, and neither of them have bothered to hit a light. The room’s dampened in a cool, blue, dusk. Just the green glow from the microwave clock, and the orange from the streetlamp through the window.

It feels smaller, suddenly. One room, one bed.

‘Sorry,’ she gathers herself, ‘sorry. I’m clearly in the desperate stage of drinking.’

It’s not on him to make her feel better, not about this sort of shit. It’s probably not a good idea, either, to even consider going down that road. Flirting with Mayans was only fun when it was harmless, when it lead to nothing because Sebastian was there, telling them to watch their mouths every time that they did.

EZ hasn’t looked away still, even though she’s looking down at her hands. She can feel him watching her. Brown eyes set.

‘I’m game,’ he says.

Her head tugs up. ‘What?’

He shrugs. There’s a smirk in the corner of his mouth, a glint in his eye. He looks boyish, charming, in a way he hasn’t before. ‘I’m game, if that’s what you’re getting at.’

‘But..’ She hesitates, doubt seeping through the pores. There’s no question in his meaning, from the way he’s looking at her, the way her heart’s beating in response—like it knows before she does, what it all means—but in his reasoning. His motivation. ‘Do you want to?’ she asks, hating how it makes her sound. It strips her back of confidence, wanting or not. ‘It’s not just, y’know, feeling sorry for the lonely widow?’

She’s older than him, and layered with baggage he could never dream of. Drunk and babbling about missing attention, even when it meant nothing at all. Surely he, of all people, has better choices, better options for fun, than a night with her?

His eyes flick to her lips. Just once, but lingering. ‘When have I ever said I feel sorry for you, Ava?’

‘Never.’ The word falls out without her having to think it. He’s never said it, never implied it, either.

‘Mhmm.’ He hums, and then he’s leaning forward, eyes on her mouth again, palm flat on the bed between them. ‘Can I?’

Can he?

She nods.

He kisses her once to test the waters; one hand to the side of her jaw, his lips gentle, careful even. When she doesn’t pull back, or screw up with regret, and guilt, the way he must have expected her to do, he goes again, harder, keener. Hit teeth catch hers as he deepens the kiss, a hot sigh pulled from the back of his tongue. She meets him there, kneeling to get closer, putting his face between her palms.

It’s the first time she’s kissed like this since Sebastian. Hungrily, uncaring of the time or place. Her lips open, wanting, her tongue tracing the edge. She puts a leg over his and then she’s sitting in his lap, all breath and heartbeat, and wild, spinning thoughts.

His hands are digging up her top already, shoving the material up her spine to her shoulders. They break apart long enough to get it over her head and onto the floor, then it’s back to kissing. He moves from her mouth to her jaw, then down to her neck. Puts teeth and panting breaths against the column of her throat.

‘You sure you want to?’ he asks, pulling back to look up at her. His eyes are darker than she expected, not glinting with possibility anymore, but deepening with need, lust.

She nods, chest heaving into his. ‘Yeah,’ she says, and then she nods again, pinching brows as she realises it herself, ‘I think I need it actually.’

She needs to be looked at like that again, to have someone’s palms to her thighs and her ribs and the cup of her breasts. To know that she can be wanted, for herself, for her body. To know it can happen again, now that he’s gone.

‘Will you?’ she asks.

He laughs—light and breathy—but nods, sincere in his answer. When he leans forward to kiss her again, he’s smiling. They both are. Lips to wanting lips.

>>> part four here

[hurricane-heatt]

okay okay okay first of all ty for tagging me cuz I really wanted to do that one

second

I wanna know EVERYTHING about apricity. it intrigues me :)))

yayyyy hello!!! below the cut :)

apricity is my ot3 fest eheee i probsssss shouldn’t have included it on here bcus obvs it will be revealed VERY soon (and i need to finish it oops!) it’s seb/mick/mark which i think is such an interesting dynamic

i’ll drop the prompt here and then a snippet of what i’ve written for it. i’ve never written smick before and honestlyyyyy i don’t think i will again (because i don’t think ive done mick justice/huge sebmark enjoyer that it just encapsulates it all) but the prompt compelled me like nothing else like shoutout to op bcus i thought it was so funny

sebastian/mick/mark in the style of this tumblr post:

“if you have a boyfriend and you start liking another guy you dont actually have to break up. basically you can put the first boyfriend in the bathroom and close the door, and then bring the second guy into the house and let them get used to each other's smells through the door. if you supervise them for the first couple weeks, they should eventually get along or at least not kill each other while youre away.”

like PLEASE of course i had to write this!!! what a dynamic!!!! here’s a snippet :p

Though Mark can only see the back of Sebastian, he can tell he’s still smiling, like a pleased little cat. The way he did on the top step, helmet off, champagne poured over his head. These things stay the same, even if now the only championships he’s winning are in bread buttering and beekeeping.

“You and Mick. I don’t know, it’s just nice. You both being here.”

(In retrospect, it’s exactly where Mark should’ve at least suspected he'd been 12 steps behind in Sebastian’s chess game. Hell, he should’ve known it was checkmate from here, and yet he’s clueless. Maybe he always has been, when it comes to Sebastian.)

Instead, Mark feels a sort of relief flow through him, kissing Seb’s cheek before going back through to the dining room.

and then CHAOS. excited yet also quite nervous for ppl to read it just bcus i struggle w ot3s so much… huge shoutout to the fest bcus i think writing for it has helped me a ton for my own skills

thank u sacha!!! <33

[mojaves]

tagged by @bnbc @katsigian and @silverpixelcloud to do this THANK YOU!! <3 i love not shutting up

rules:

👻 post 5 facts about your oc

👻 go into the recent section of the #cyberpunk 2077 tag and rb some posts. and be nice. [i will do that when i am not afraid of people. dont worry about it. hold me at gun point if you must]

👻 tag people to keep the game going

who else would i talk about other than this fruit of a man.

1. he grew up as part of the valentinos, with his father taking him out on jobs at a very early age, which wasn't a very good idea - but he was the eldest child, and his father figured that getting him involved in gang business early would've been for the best. seb hated it, but was also thankful for it in a way, because it at least meant he could keep his younger siblings safe from as much harm as possible

2. he 'left' [see: got kicked out of] his family at 19, when he decided he didn't want to live the gang life forever, and wanted to work for a corp in order to get more money for his family. they [1000% just his father actually] shunned him pretty much immediately, and he was left to live alone on the streets for 2 years. he handled himself pretty well, using the skills he learned over the years to con people out of money and get by relatively unscathed.

3. i could go into sooo much more detail with all of that but then we'd all be here forever so basically; steals money from someone at arasaka, she is like whoa lol, gets him working at arasaka as an assistant, eventually becomes something of a bodyguard/intimidation device for people who worked there. they get married [not good], and then she cheats on him [with their boss [also not good]]

4. he understandably got angry bc of that, and when he threatened to quit, his boss beat the shit out of him and left him for dead in an alleyway, which is where his cyberjaw/neck cyberware comes from. the attack also left him with a prosthetic leg. if he was just some guy who left, none of that would've happened. but unfortunately he was a very important asset bc they were experimenting on him - drugs and other fun things that greatly improved his combat skills, and made him more useful. and if any of that info got out, everyone involved would've been greatly fucked over basically. and because they'd kind of fucked up by making him highly dangerous, the only option was to kill him. but that didn't go very well and now here we are 👍 i said i wasnt going to ramble but. anyway

5. and then from all of that, he slowly got back on his feet and became the leader of a small gang who mostly deals with fucking over corpos for people whos lives have been ruined by them - sometimes also helping corpos get revenge on each other, mostly bc it's always petty drama, it's funny, And they get a lot of money out of it. they also do security stuff on the side. because of their reputation amongst corpos, seb is often the target of assassination attempts, and always gets out of it unscathed. but he is currently being hunted down by a VERY stubborn merc who is the first guy in many years who has ever come close to killing him, so life is finally getting exciting for him again (^:< ehehehe

BONUS FACT HE HAS A CAT CALLED FRANKIE STROMBOLI

i. do not know when to shut up sorry <3 i need everyone to know everything about him. i do not know how to be concise. <3 not my problem now

ANYWAY i will tag uuhhhhhhhh. who has cyberpunk ocs. @aartyom @nuclearstorms get over here right now and yell about your guys. it said 5 people but i dont know 5 people. anyone who follows me and has cyberpunk ocs feel free to join in teehee. hii

[safetycar-restart]

- [ ] Feeding 🍋 going off a 🫐 ask mixed with concept. Seb falling asleep in your pussy and waking up and just starts eating. 🛒

Oh my god. I'm actually gonna tag this ask with 🍋 for optimum chance of 🍋 seeing is because they NEED to see it. 🛒 anon is really out here making themselves a fruit salad and I fully support that.

So I immediately thought of the D/S AU with this, in particular about how we said that seb would feel so tired from having to always be on his guard and looking after the other sub and never being able to just relax and submit.

Your first interaction with seb was making him take a nap on your lap, so it's no surprise that this would happen at some point.

Maybe it stems from aftercare? Seb adores napping with his head on your lap, always. So when you eventually do a proper scene with seb, where you focus entirely on him and making him feel good, it's no surprise that aftercare would involve him napping on your lap.

He loves it so much.

When the scene ends, he's so happy to just lay on your lap and nap for a little while, because you've completely tired him out. But then he wakes up again and he's still got his head on your lap and he starts to spiral a little? Because you made him feel so good, and then you praised him and cuddled him and let him nap on your lap but... but he didn't do anything for you?

He didnt make you feel good at all, and fuck he feels so bad. He's supposed to be your sub, and what kind of sub falls asleep on their Dom's lap before they even make their dom feel good?

He starts to whine and nuzzle against your thigh, spiralling because he cant believe he missed this.

But then... then he realises how close he is to your crotch? And he's still sleepy and you're so warm and you've got a hand on his hair, asking him what's wrong and promising him that he's been so good.

And suddenly he wants to taste you so bad.

It's amazing? He's sleepy and warm and safe and gets to lick you to his heart's content while being a good sub? He loves it.

Though he does fall asleep pretty soon, because he's still so tired and you're praising him and playing with his hair and he cant help but fall asleep. You dont mind one bit, your sub happy and asleep between your thighs is everything you could ever want.

After a while, when seb is comfortable around you and is able to relax and express himself, then he'll start putting his head on your lap and nuzzling against your crotch on his own accord, silently requesting to taste you. And you know that he wants to lick you for a little while and then nap and carry on, which is just... the best.

[romanticrivalries]

https://www.tumblr.com/romanticrivalries/763671620035428352

your tags here, I agree with them so much. tho you’re better than me reblogging it onto your blog bc I can’t even bear to like it lmao.

I know people mean it as a joke but whenever I see takes like that, I just dont find them funny? the way people paint him these days are a little off imo. idk rubs me the wrong way

i try to adopt a 'who even cares' attitude regarding anything said online because a) it's never that serious and b) it rarely reflects the consensus that exists in real life outside of the social media bubble.

tbh, i would find the humor in it too if i didn't see those type of posts so often, especially on twitter, and didn't see new fans falling for those types of narratives.

i've noticed that these types of takes usually come from charles' fans/sebchal shippers, and i kind of understand why, because it places a lot of importance on charles' relationship with seb and his impact on the near end of seb's career. and yeah, i get it, everyone wants to uplift their fave driver.

i understand charles' fans finding that post funny, but i was somewhat surprised by seb fans thinking the same, especially because it could be discerned from the post that OP isn't quite well-versed in seb's career when they think "the concept of struggling was so unfamiliar to him" until 2019. people seem to forget about his 2014 season quite often (honestly same, lmao, i too like to wipe it from my memory.) i didn't appreciate the implication that he was a dick until he started struggling in his career. yes, he was quite ruthless and unapologetic about what he did to secure a win on track, but outside of it he has always been kind and empathetic.

i thought it was obvious, but i guess it isn't to many people in this fandom, so i'll say it: seb's concern with the environment and the world's outcome started way earlier than 2019, and it was because of his children and just him maturing with age and realising there's more to the world than the f1 bubble the drivers get sucked into. the only reason he wasn't outspoken about it was because he was being compliant with ferrari and their rigid traditional rules about brand imagery and how they want their drivers to present themselves. as soon as they threw him to the wolves, he decided to do whatever the hell he wanted, because what's the worst they could do--they'd already fired him.

i'm going to abruptly end this here because this has gotten too long and it's about to be 3 am. i'm not even sure how coherent my answer is.

[babyboibucky]

Should’ve Known Better

Pairing: EB!Frank x Reader

Summary: You should have known better than to sleep with a friend.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Smut, FWB set-up, a little bit of toxic shit, angst

A/N: Frank got the most votes when I asked which other Seb character I should write for, so here it is! This is very personal to me lmfao it’s somewhat based on my own experience that really fucked me up a couple of years ago aksncajscna no but for real, stay away from the friends with benefits kind of relationship if you can’t keep shit purely sexual lmao also some guys are just fucking assholes even if they’re your friend lol

ALSO, I tagged those who are in my Everything Bucky Tag List. I’m not sure if I’ll write more Frank in the future too so I won’t be creating a separate tag list for him yet.

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"Do you love me?"

It was a simple question that was supposed to make you think. Given your experiences and your personality in general, you were supposed to cringe and ignore it. Maybe even make a joke out of it, especially that it was Frank who was asking you this question.

He wasn't supposed to ask it too. He wasn't one to ask such thing, not especially with the relationship that the both of you have. It was clear from the get go that this was nothing serious.

So why was he asking it now?

And why did you respond to it right away, as if you knew your answer even before he asked?

-

"Come on, it'll be fun."

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"I'll make you feel good, you won't regret this."

It did feel good, you were going to give Frank that. Possibly the best, even. But the latter part? You weren't so sure. Were you regretting it? Honestly, no.

Maybe not yet.

You'd rather not think about it for now.

"What's there to lose? We know each other too much to develop feelings anyway, you said so yourself."

Oh there's plenty to lose. Maybe a decade's worth of platonic (was it really platonic from the beginning though?) friendship. Your self-esteem was on the line too, but you didn't know it yet. You'll get there though, whether you like it or not.

"I'm free next Friday, come over. Spend the night with me. What do you say?"

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"Next Friday. I'll see you, okay?"

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"Ugh, fine."

But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

-

That first night with Frank was something else. It was fun and he kept his promise to make you feel good. So, so good. You never thought that sex could be that fucking good. At least, not with your previous partners. Not that you had many in the first place.

But god, Frank knew what he was doing and he loved doing things to you. He loved the entire process of knowing your body, what you liked and what you loved. How you liked to be kissed and touched and fucked.

He studied your body like his fucking life depended on it and you let him. You let him own your body because you needed someone to. You needed to feel something, wanted to have a purpose even for just a short while, even if it meant being someone's fuck buddy.

You felt lost for the longest time, but as you laid on Frank's bed with his tongue lapping up your cunt, you actually felt like you belonged somewhere.

-

You weren't a booty call, definitely not. And when things escalated between the both of you, Frank was already single and had broken off with his recent girlfriend, Daphne. You weren't a doormat nor a side chick. Frank had been your friend for the longest time, one of your closest actually. He knew you the best and not just physically. Frank knew the darkest parts of you the same way you knew him like the back of your hand. He was the most open to you, he said so himself.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." he told you one time.

Frank wasn't afraid to show you his true colors; how he wasn't the kind to settle for one or how he would often end up with someone immature or toxic. He himself was toxic and for the most part, you tolerated him.

That was the mistake on your part.

You let him be himself, that's why you held a special place in his heart. Not even his past girlfriends could get rid of you. You were untouchable.

"Are you sure she's fine with us going out?" you asked Frank one time, as the both of you headed to the movies.

He scoffed, "Yeah, don't worry. I already told her you're my best friend. You're off limits." he chuckled as he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you inside the cinema.

"You're fine." he reassured again, this time wrapping his arm around your shoulder and then cradling your head playfully.

-

Looking back, you sometimes ponder whether the friendship was really platonic. You were sure of it when the both of you first became friends; he was a couple of years older than you. You sort of looked up to him like an older brother for the first few years of your relationship. And he was very caring too, always looking out for you.

Your other friends were the first one to notice the closeness. They often told you that Frank seemed to have a thing for you. You brushed it off though, saying that it was impossible.

His girlfriend then was an acquaintance of yours. She was nice and wasn't bothered by how Frank was affectionate towards you.

Indeed, you were untouchable. You were the best friend after all.

-

"We fought again."

You rolled your eyes at Frank as he sat across from you at a local coffee shop near your place. It was your birthday and as always, you spent the most part of it with Frank.

It was like a tradition already, to celebrate your birthday with Frank first before you went out with your friends. Or even family. It was that kind of friendship.

"I'm sorry but who are we talking about again?" you joked.

Frank made a face, "Daphne." he responded. "I just told you about her like, two days ago."

You snickered, "I was kidding. But honestly though, you have to stop flirting with other girls. It's been really difficult for me to keep track of your record, Frank. And are you and Daphne even official?" you asked, taking a sip from your cold brew.

He rubbed his chin and shrugged, "Sorta. Well, we were official two weeks ago. Now though, I'm not so sure. Here's the thing, Daphne can be really..." he said, trying to search for the right words.

You hummed and shook your head, "Immature?" you said and mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

"You should really stop dating girls who are immature, Frank. I swear to god, this is like...I don't know, the fifth time you dated someone like her? Why don't you settle for someone who actually acts her age?" you blurted out.

Frank groaned and transferred to the seat next to you, his body facing yours and his hand landing on your thigh. You didn't mind, didn't think it was too touchy or intimate for someone who was in a relationship. It was pretty common for Frank to be this touchy with you anyway, you never paid much attention to it nor given it any malice.

"We fought because of you actually." Frank admitted with an apologetic smile.

Your head snapped towards him, a scowl etched on your face. "What did I do?!" you asked in defense.

"It was my fault. Daph saw your photo inside my wallet." he said.

"You should really throw away that photo. Jesus, why do you still have it anyway?" you complained.

Frank scoffed, "That's my favorite photo of you. I don't wanna get rid of it."

That was the last day that you considered your friendship with Frank platonic.

-

Come over

I miss u xoxo

Miss eating u out

Miss ur moans, wanna hear them again

You groaned at the continuous notifications that flooded your phone. While you were at work. After that first night with Frank, he had gotten extra clingy. No lies though, it felt nice to be wanted like this.

im free nxt Sat

Yay

Cant wait to see u, missed u a lot

dude, we were at the mall together just last wk

U really dont get attached do u?

Frowning at Frank's reply, you honestly didn't understand what he was implying.

what u mean?

Nothing

Work kept you busy for the entire week, with Frank bombarding you with sweet texts. You've avoided being sweet with him, it felt wrong. You weren't an affectionate person but Frank was, it was sort of one-sided. It wasn't a big deal anyway.

No one from the rest of your friends knew what had become of your friendship with Frank. You just thought it wasn't something that should be revealed. It was like your and Frank's little secret. You had to admit, the thrill only made the sex better.

Whenever the both of you went out with other people, the tension was there and it was fun. It was fun trying to brush off the way Frank's hand would steal touches from your waist, or how he'd subtly squeeze your thigh. The looks you exchanged from across the room; how Frank's "fuck me" eyes were meant for you and only you.

Things like that made you feel a certain type of way. But you never dwelled on it, or at least, you thought you didn't.

-

"Yeah, fuck...just like that, baby."

Frank's fingers dug deeply into the skin of your ass as he guided your hips. You gripped onto the back of the couch as you bounced on his cock, head thrown back from pleasure as Frank suckled one of your nipples. You could feel each of his fingers pressing down against your skin, it's probably going to leave bruises again.

"Frank, shit. I'm close." you panted against the skin of his neck, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him close.

Frank grunted and took your face in between his palms, forcing you to look at him as he began to thrust his hips upwards, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you.

"Wanted to see you like this ever since." he breathed out, pressing his lips against your open mouth.

"Wanted you since we met, d'you know that?" he asked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back so he could nibble on your throat.

You shook your head and gripped his shoulders, nails scratching at his skin as you continued to ride his cock, "God, Frank...so close." you moaned.

You felt Frank's lips curl into a smirk against your neck, his fingers gripping your hair to keep you in place as his other hand slipped in between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it to help you reach your climax.

Every single time he touched you, you felt like your entire body was on fire. You felt the most alive, the most free whenever Frank fucked you. Maybe because he was truly gifted in bed or maybe he just knew your body and how to make it sing.

Or maybe it was because of the way he looked at you whenever you fall apart for him. Like he only had eyes for you, like it was only you that he could see.

Sweaty bodies and hoarse voices, the smell of smoke and sex lingering in the air. It was such a familiar ambiance by now. You liked how the aftermath of fucking Frank was never awkward, if any, it was a comfortable experience with the both of you just talking casually about how each other's day went.

"So I'm talking to this girl..." Frank said, turning you around so he could spoon you. Oh, the irony of the intimacy and conversation.

"Where'd you meet this girl?" you asked.

"Tinder." Frank snorted before pressing a kiss on your nape. "No, but she's different. I don't know, there's something about her."

You merely hummed in response.

"Think I might ask her out."

The first sting. The first realization. The first denial.

You should've said no. You should've known better.

-

The art exhibit wasn't a flop, but you wouldn't call it a success either. When you got a call from the organizer asking whether they can include your paintings in the exhibit, you said yes instantly. What can you say? You were a struggling artist who was seeking validation.

But now that you stood in front of your works with barely ten people attending the one-day exhibit, you thought that this wasn't a validation. It felt like a wake up call that maybe, art wasn't your calling and that you should probably give up on your dream.

"These are amazing."

You were on the verge of breaking down when you heard his voice. Turning around, you were surprised to see Frank. He was nodding his head as he approached you, his eyes scanning each of your painting.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had work." you asked.

Frank gave you a face, "Did you really think I'd miss out on your first exhibit?" he said and pulled you into a warm embrace.

"I'm proud of you." he whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

One validation from Frank was all it took for the walls to crumble down. He was the one who had been there for you all along and that was why you completely trusted him.

Frank will never hurt you, he'll never bring you down.

Or so you thought.

-

"Do you love me?"

It was a question that was supposed to make you think. But you didn't, because even before Frank decided to ask you that, you already had your answer.

You knew your answer for the longest time now, but decided to lock it into a box that you kept in the deepest part of your heart. It remained there unbothered and almost forgotten, up until this point.

That's why it was so easy for you to respond to it without even batting an eye.

"Yes."

It was too late when you realized that you had just admitted that you were in love with Frank. But you felt like it was the right time for you to bring out the key to that box, open it and just set your truth free.

They said that the truth will set you free, but why does it feel like it only imprisoned you?

"Shit, I was kidding." Frank said, his face panicked and body stiff from your unexpected admission.

Before you could even say something, Frank let out a nervous laugh as he ran his hand through his locks. "Wow, I didn't...are you serious?" he asked again.

It took you everything to brush off the pain, "Yeah, but it's no big deal. Come on." you shook your head and forced out a breathy chuckle.

Frank heaved out a deep sigh, "Fuck, I was messing with you. Are you sure it's fine? I mean, would this change anything?" he asked.

You deadpanned, "No, Frank. It wouldn't change anything. Like I said, get over it. It's not like I'm in love with you. I just love you...if that makes sense? You're my friend." you explained, more like lied.

"Look, it's not like I'm unattracted to you. I like you, I like spending time with you. It's just that I sort of don't see myself committing to you."

It didn't sink in to you immediately, Frank's statement. You didn't pay it any mind because again, you knew Frank. He wasn't one to commit so that was fine, you understand where he was coming from. It's not like you were going to force yourself on him too. But then you accidentally glanced at his phone and saw the messages he'd been exchanging with a certain someone.

When r u coming home?

In a little while, Daph

That night, Frank's statement hit you like a ton of bricks but again, you chose to deny what you actually felt. It's fine.

You're fine.

-

You should've said no. You should've known better.

Those words rang in your ears on the day that you found out. Your body turned cold, your vision blurred and your head spun. You'd never experienced hurt and anger like this, the kind that consumed you.

The kind that made you realized and admit that fuck, you'd truly fallen for Frank only for him to break your heart.

It didn't help that you were having such a terrible day at work. And Frank was so sweet to ask you whether you wanted to meet up with him. Not for sex, but to talk. The sex came rarely recently and was replaced with wholesome trips to the grocery, shit like that.

You knew there was something special going on. Even after he told you that he didn't see himself being with you, there was something.

Apparently, that something was just an assumption. Because when you asked Frank to meet you up that night, he said he couldn't and needed to be somewhere. That he'd meet with you the next day instead, a promise.

But then you saw him post a photo of him and Daphne. And it made your blood boil.

u back together?

No. Not really, been trying to fix it but u know how it is.

if ur trying to fix it with her then im out, frank

Wait what? Hey, are u mad?

r u fucking serious? u knew i love u and u come here parading ur ex, what the fuck is that all abt?

Shit, hey. Look, let's talk later, okay? Im out, will txt u when Im free.

Frank didn't text you back for the rest of the day.

-

You should've said no. You should've known better. But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

Were you regretting it? Yes. Sometimes.

You didn't know which hurt the most, the fact that Frank kept you in the dark while he was trying to patch things up with his ex, or that he considered you his best friend and still chose to break your heart.

He knew you the best, your relationship and trust issues and out of all the people, he really had to be the one to fuck you up the most. You trusted him so much, trusted him not to hurt you. Hell, if he doesn't want to commit then that's fine. But for him to treat you like a second option? Fuck that.

For him to confuse you with his actions, the intimacy...were all of those even real? All the times he came to your support when you had no one, when he was there for you on days you felt alone. What were those? He made you feel so fucking special, like it was possible to actually turn the friendship into something more than just fucking.

All this time you thought it was one-sided because you never actually showed Frank how much you meant to him the same way he did to you. Turned out that it was one-sided, but only because you were the only one who fell.

The following day, you received a voicemail from Frank. You pondered whether you were ready to listen to it but at the same time, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was pretty stupid, he fucked you up and there was no excuse for that. But the friendship you had with him had a strong hold on you.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. That was my mistake." he started off. "I thought that this was really just sex and having fun, but I want you to know that I like you. I really do, you're special to me. Please give me a chance to make things right. Daph and I...I want to end things with her. Please stay, I don't know what I'd do without you."

“I just didn’t expect that you’d end up falling for me, I mean shit. You know the real me, how fucked up I am when it comes to relationships. Just please...please stay?”

Did you stay? Sort of. But you kept your distance, didn't meet up with Frank after that and only responded to his texts occasionally. Did he end things with Daph?

He didn't.

He said he would but instead, they got back together.

It was fucking selfish of Frank to ask for you to stay only for him to get back together with his ex. It'd be better for him to just slap you in the face then.

Being told that he couldn't see himself committing to you but then going back with his ex was the cherry on top. God, if that didn't mess up with your self-worth.

You totally stopped talking to Frank, ignored his texts and calls. You stayed away from him, tried to get over him and eventually, you did. But you'd be lying if you said that he never left an effect on you. Because he did, Frank did a number on you and it would take you a long fucking time to completely recover from the damage he inflicted on you.

You should've said no. You should've known better. But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

And that's okay, because there's nothing wrong with taking risks and ending up in heartbreak.

You live, you love and you learn.

-

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PR Stunt - Part 1

Warnings: lots of fluff to start with, bit of bad feelings, sebs management being money grabbing assholes, I think that’s it?

Word count: 770 

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 A/N: Okay so I wrote this bc I have an opinion and so do others. Please don’t comment/reblog talking shit, bc quite frankly I don’t want to hear it. I think the whole ‘relationship’ is bullshit and all she’s looking for is fame and money.  

If you don’t want to read this, that is absolutely fine, just keep scrolling and carry on with your day.

If you read it and have stuff to say and think its horrible? Don’t say it. Keep it to yourself.

If you read it and have your own opinion, great let me know. Just don’t say awful stuff, say your opinion and leave.

If you read it and have the same opinion as me, great let me know. Again, dont be horrible.

Either way, everyone has an opinion whether it be good or bad. As long as I don’t get death threats and little, teeny boppers in my dm’s going all keyboard warrior, go nuts. 

PS: before anyone says it, I’m not a ‘jealous’ fan. I just care deeply for Sebastian’s wellbeing and mental health. Something a lot of people seem to forget about.

PPS: thank you for 600 followers. You’re all so great 

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It was 3:40 am and you and Sebastian where currently at JFK airport waiting to board a plane to Ibiza.

It was your 4th anniversary, and with Seb working hard on making movies and you studying for your (your Uni) course, neither of you had time to really spend time together. Sure, you went to bed together, but Sebastian was usually awake at 5:30am to get ready for work, while you went to Uni. When you both came home, you were both too exhausted to do anything other than sleep.

 It was starting to take a toll on your relationship, so you and Sebastian both decided a nice holiday was what you both needed to rekindle it.

With your semester ending, and Seb’s current movie being rapped up it was perfectly timed.

So here you where, currently leaning on his shoulder trying to hold back a yawn and failing as your eyes fluttered shut.  

“It’s okay, babe. We’ll be called for our plane soon and then we can sleep.” Seb whispered into your, giving you a small peck.

You hummed in response causing him to chuckle and lean his head on yours and started to people watch.

It felt like minutes when you were softly woken from your nap by Sebastian.

“Baby, come on you gotta wake up. Our flight was called.” He gently shook you awake; you squinted your eyes from the airport lights being too bright and slowly sat up, taking a big stretch.

“Ooh big stretch.” He cooed making you giggle. You both grabbed your suitcases and carry-on bags and made your way to your gateway.

As you were both walking to the gateway, an awful feeling appeared in your belly. Like you knew something bad was going to happen, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Frowning to yourself, you tried to rack your brain for anything you may have forgotten. You locked the door, made sure all the lights were turned off, made sure your shared apartment was tidy.

So then what was it that gave you the bad feeling?

Sebastian noticed you frowning and frowned himself.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, sweetheart?” he softly asked as to not startle you.

“I just have this really bad feeling in my stomach, and I don’t know why. Its not the flying, we’ve flown so many times now that it’s practically a breeze. I’m trying to think as to what it could be.” You pouted, still trying to figure out the feeling.

Sebastian swallowed hard, thankful you didn’t notice.

He knew the bad feeling you felt, and he knew it well.

You see, in the 4 years you and Sebastian had been together you’ve both been extremely private about your relationship. Neither of you post anything to social media, if asked by paparazzi the question either gets ignored or the subject gets changed. The same if Seb has to go onto a tv show.

What you don’t know, is that Sebastian had a meeting with his management a year ago. They wanted him to become more public with his relationship with you, so they could bring in the big bucks to their wallets. Thankfully, Seb refused to put you in the spotlight intentionally and told them no, in some not so nice words.

But because he told his management no, they threatened to drop him. They gave him an ultimatum.

He either puts you in the spotlight so he can get more publicity, which means more buck in the pockets for them, or he can dump you and be in a PR relationship.

He refused both options. 

Which then came back to then bite him in the ass big time.

They forced the PR on him.

And he never told you.

But he never lied. If you asked him what he was doing, he’d tell you he was meeting up with a friend.

And you never doubted him because you trust him with your life.

Because you’re in love with him.

Its because of your love for him, and his for you that he felt the guilt in the pit of his stomach. His heart stung every time he had to be seen with the blonde woman, it stung because if you saw it and asked, he couldn’t lie to you. He’d have to tell the truth and the thought of breaking your heart and the tears in your eyes would break him so bad.

So he never said anything.

He tried to forget.

Until you started to get the bad feelings.

Every time the blonde woman was somewhere you both were.

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