#that being said i do understand the appeal

[mitchfynde]

Being transphobic doesn't make you a fascist. I realize trans rights don't appeal to most current fascists, but fascism is an ideology and you could easily devise a trans positive fascist ideology.

Don't act as though I didn't outright say he was adjacent. Give me some credit here. I said outright that he may be cryptofash. But aligning with those extremist groups could easily be a cynical politician vote grab thing. As far as I can tell, his stated ideology does not align with them and they have harassed him before.

He may very well be a fascist. However, it's just simply too early for me to call him as such, especially when we are next door to a leader that is actually provably fascist. As I said, I'm not going to step on your toes for saying it, but I'm not going to say it until my understanding changes, which it hasn't yet.

I hope you understand. I'm very much NOT trying to defend him here. I'm just trying to think strategically. I'd appreciate if this discussion ends here, as I'm afraid you are going to start reading my responses as combative and I do not wish to make enemies with you. I didn't intend to drag this out even this far.

I'm happy to stay in my lane.

How are you feeling about the state of Canadian politics?

Quite depressed.

I'm a very optimistic person, but as a Trans person, it feels like the writing is on the wall for this upcoming federal election.

I don't know if the Liberals or NDP will get their shit together enough to prevent a Conservative majority. I'd really not like to start losing my rights or for my friends who are marginalized in different ways than I am to l lose theirs.

Poilievre is a fascist, and Canadians seem willing to elect him just because Trudeau is useless and unlikeable. We are not a 2 party system. There is another option. We don't have to flip back and forth between useless Centrists and Authoritarian Conservatives.

It all just makes me worried.

[just-a-small-obsession]

Boundaries

Summary: Soldier boy and healthy boundaries don't exist, loud crass words and heavy touches are all he knows. Inserting a strange woman that he can't crack or get into his bed makes his gears turn.

Paring: Soldier Boy x Autistic!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, slight Angst, Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy, OC Soldier Boy?, Rocking as a form of stemming, the use of the word retard, Slow burn.

Authors Note: Might have rushed this! I'm debating whether or not to make this into full-on fanfiction, so I hope this one-shot gives you an idea of what I want the dynamic to be between Soldier Boy and the reader.

Enjoy!

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Soldier Boy's Pov

To say that she was a tough nut to crack is an understatement, a young thing like herself sitting next to America's first and only golden boy and not throwing herself at him like a bitch in heat was unusual. I look back up at the TV at the show that she turned on, not understanding what I'm seeing or just not caring in the first place. We aren't that far apart from each other on the couch, she's in cross legs while I'm spreading my legs wide just to give her a slight hint to look at the jewels.

"you must a lesbian."

She looked taken aback by my words.

"no"

"You telling me that you got a golden cock right next to you and you don't want to ride it like a cowgirl in the rodeo."

She moves away from me to the other side of the long couch and stares at the TV once more ignoring me. I sigh, being asleep for as long as I have and not getting any action makes a man do crazy things.

"That made me uncomfortable, please don't say things like that to me thank you." She said bluntly, not once making eye contact.

"I'm making you uncomfortable. listen I'm not going to touch you if that's what you're worried about, if I wanted to fuck I could go out that door and head to the corner and get a nice hooker."

"Apologize" another word she said to me without looking me in the eyes. Fuck people these days don't look at people when they talk to each other anymore. "I'm not apologizing," I tell her point blank. "you should", Silence. it was quiet after that, I'm not going to start a fight with some little girl over a little joke. Again, one tough nut. not going to lie I'm starting to find it pretty appealing. looking at her, she's actually nice to look at. Sitting with her and watching this show was better than listening to the cum guzzler complaining about whatever the British fucker wants. Having them leave me with Miss Sit pretty must be the best they have for a babysitter, I don't need a fucking babysitter I'm a grown-ass man. meeting her for the first time was quick and short, a simple wave and hello was from her and she went to sit with the others.

Catching my eye from the TV was her starting to rock back and forth on the couch, 'What the fuck is her deal is she some mental patent or something'. Her eyes were still glued to the screen as she continued to rock her heart away.

It was annoying, Fucking annoying. She was shaking the whole couch for fuck sake. "Hey stop that" I was ignored.

"I said stop that "

"Hey do you hear me, I stop rocking"

I was once again ignored. I clench my hand in a fist and slam it onto the couch cushions.

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I don't know why but he's angry, I feel it radiating off of him was it because I told him to apologize to me after being rude and nasty. Butcher always told me to make sure if I'm feeling uncomfortable I should always say that I am. I don't think he's all that bad, Hughie always says that he's a dick and a danger, I agree with the first notion but dangerous? I don't like that he takes up a lot of space, he spreads his legs so he touches my legs and I hate it. We have a whole couch and he chooses to still touch me. At least my show is distracting me from him.

I feel the couch move heavily, like a smack of some sort. It startles me and I look at him confused. "Yeah?" what else is there to say?

"I've been talking to you and you won't stop this fucking rocking bullshit"

"What are you talking about?"

"you're rocking, fucking rocking can't you feel!" I shake my head, what is he talking about I'm just sitting here trying to watch my show in peace. "fucking stop!" He yells and grabs me harshly.

Shrinking my body I try to get away from him, why is he grabbing me like this! "L-Let go of me!" I squeak, surprisingly he does let go of me after I ask him to. I curl up in a ball at the corner of the sofa.

" There, was that so hard"

Soldier Boy's POV

Do I feel bad for grabbing her, yes but am I happy that she stopped that stupid shit, also yes. The hotel door opens to reveal tweedle dee and dumb.

"Fucking finally" I walk to Butcher and grab the case of beer out of his hand and place it on the small table. I look and see that she has left the sofa has her purse and phone in hand and walking to Limpdick.

" I want to go home now hugie"

"Are you okay?"

"I want to go home now please." With a nod, they both leave the room and close the door behind them. Taking a swig butcher looks at me pissed.

" The fuck happened here mate?"

"She's the one doing her freaky bullshit, she's got something wrong with her head that one."

"She's different is all, nothing wrong with that"

"Fucking rocking back and forth, that normal for you"

"She does that to calm herself down mate, she does it all that time with us. just let her ride it out." I laugh, "Grabbing her sure made her stop, it was fucking annoying me." Butcher walked towards me and grabbed my shirt collar. "you cunt" "Get your fucking hands off me" I push him away. After a while Hughie is back, he looks at me with a pissed-off look butcher had not too long ago. I'm sitting back on the couch and Hughie sits next to me.

"You can't do that to her"

"Do what? scare her? Show her manners"

"Being a dick and not respecting her boundaries, you ass"

"Boundaries what the fuck does boundaries have to do with this"

"Listen I don't know what you called people like her back then but now, she is what you call being on the spectrum, autistic."

"You mean a retard right?"

"Jesus Christ no, and don't say that!" the kid freaks out and sighs as he puts his face in his hands. "She just does things her own certain way, okay, she has her own boundaries, and grabbing her like that was one of them."

"What you telling me I scared her?"

"No, just made her anxious and confused. She doesn't like being touched that much really." well fuck, now that weak little shit got me feeling bad. I didn't want to make this a big deal it was just a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. Christ, it's not like I wanted to make her feel that way. I sigh and look at the kid, "Fine, I'll apologize to her when she comes back tomorrow."

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Tomorrow came and Soldier Boy was in his normal stop on the sofa watching the shit on the TV he didn't even like. She was supposed to be arriving at the hotel in a short bit and he was getting ready to possibly say sorry for the first time in his life. The door opened and she came through with headphones in her ears and a phone in her face. She places her purse on the table takes her headphones off and turns her phone off.

"Hi" quiet as a mouse.

"Hey, sorry about yesterday" Ripping it off like a bandaid. she nods her head and smiles at him.

"Thank you," she says and sits down in the same spot she did the day before crossing her legs, and looks at the TV, Soldier Boy watching her with a softness blooming in his eyes. Boundaries, Boundaries he can learn.

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@mochminnie

@sl33pylilbunny

@pumpkincandlesoup

Still felt like I rushed this, but I wanted this out before I forgot about it in my drafts. I just to see if I even liked the vibes of this.

[crime-scene-psychic]

I honestly think that the Nolan Batman trilogy was the best and worst thing to happen to the Batman franchise, because on one hand, it was the first live-action instance of trying to make Batman more gritty and serious (because while the Keaton, Kilmer, Clooney movies took the story much more seriously than the 60s television show, they were still goofy at times, which is why I honestly think they're the best rendition of Batman, because they were able to balance silliness with seriousness, which is what Batman is all about, but that's obviously an entirely different thesis) which then allowed for more people to take comic book movies serious, consequently leading to the rise of the DCEU and, obviously, the MCU (we would not have the MCU today and the actual good movies that came out of it without Nolan's trilogy, there's simply no argument there).

However, the Nolan trilogy also unfortunately made "dark, gritty Batman" the norm, meaning that once anyone tries to actually have some fun with Batman, they immediately get shit on by comic book dude bros. It also created the most annoying characterization of the Joker that everyone has been trying to replicate since and no one will be able to replicate, because they simply do not understand the character (I honest to God think the closest live-action actor who has ever made a Joker character work besider Heath Ledger was Cameron Monaghan in the Gotham television show, and he wasn't even really Joker??? but at least he didn't make it everyone else's problem and was a good mix of goofy and psychotic, not just psychotic) and will never be Heath Ledger (but they don't stop trying much to my forever annoyment).

And while I can recognize the cultural and significant impact on the comic and film community that Nolan's trilogy had, it is still by far my least favorite adaptation because of how serious it takes itself (and of course, the racism. The racism is actually the bigger one for me. Fuck Christopher Nolan for that. Ra's al Ghul is NOT a white man just because you want a plot twist, and you CANNOT just erase Bane being mixed race because you fucking FEEL LIKE IT because him being mixed race is extremely relevant to his origin). Batman has had serious moments in the comics, don't get me wrong, and I know things must evolve and change over time and that I cannot expect an 80 year old character to not be further developed throughout the decades, but it almost feels as if Nolan and Goyer (the writer) read a Sparks Notes version of the history of Batman, cracked their knuckles, and said "yeah, I think I got it."

Spoiler alert: they did not get it.

When I watch the Nolan trilogy (which I haven't in quite some time and I really don't want to, even to prove a point to people on the Internet) I notice how uninspired it feels, story-wise. While the action and cinematography is excellent, the story is lacking for me, and when you're telling a story like Batman, that has decades of content, you cannot just forgo storytelling for cool special effects.

I'd much rather watch a Batman adaptation that has the shittiest effects known to man with a writer who whole-heartily cares for the characters they're writing and has taken time to research. And that's honestly one of the biggest problems the comic book film industry is having now, both DC and Marvel. They're not hiring people who actually care about these characters to write them and they're focusing much more at appealing to everyone they can instead of who the movies should be made for: fans.

You're gonna have such a harder time convincing my mom, a woman who only cares about Wonder Woman, to watch the new Captain America film than you would someone who has read the Sam Wilson Cap comic run. And while this entire issue stems from the fact that the film industry is just that, an industry, and has become less about filmmakers making art and more-so how much money investors and producers can get out of ticket sales, it is still infuriating to see franchises you care deeply about be ruined by guys just there to cash their paychecks and be done with it.

And really, the film industry as we know it needs to be fucking demolished from the inside out, but that will never happen and now we're a bit off-topic. So, back to Batman.

I think another issue I have with newer live-action Batman adaptations is that they choose to forgo a VERY IMPORTANT character when it comes to Batman/Bruce Wayne's evolution as a character and story line.

Robin.

Since whatever the fuck the casting of Chris O'Donnell in 1995 was (why was he, like, a grown man?), people have been afraid to touch a live-action Dick Grayson with a six-foot pole (besides Titans, which I'm gonna get to in a sec). Which is ridiculous, because he is, like I said, an insanely important character when it comes to showing the growth Bruce Wayne goes through.

Bruce Wayne becomes Batman because he is so angry about his parent's deaths and the corruption of Gotham that he doesn't know what else to do. All the money in the world cannot change things for the better, his own father tried and died for his troubles, and he is left with no other option. Bruce Wayne works during the day to fight corruption via charity and his company, Batman works during the night and is able to do what Bruce Wayne can't (beating the shit out of people, mainly). The two are separate sides of the same coin.

And despite this seeming like a good arrangement, it's pretty obvious in most adaptations (at least they get THAT right) that beating the shit out of people in back alleys is not a good replacement for therapy. You're able to see the toll being Batman has on Bruce. He quickly becomes more occupied with being a vigilante than being himself. Bruce needs something to break through this internal struggle and help him balance both lives.

And so a boy named Dick Grayson comes along.

Dick's so important (and so are the other Robins, of course, but Dick being the first means I have to talk about him a bit more) because he forced Bruce to get his shit together. Here's a boy who's about the same age Bruce was when his parents died, who also just saw his parents killed in front of him, and is so full of rage he has no idea what to do. Sounds familiar...

Bruce is able to help himself by helping Dick. He gives him an outlet to vent his anger and frustrations while also looking out for him in the best way he can. While there are many issues with how Robin comes to be in various comic runs (and if this was real life it would be fucking ridiculous) Dick becoming Robin is extremely important. If he hadn't been taken in by Bruce Wayne, if he'd been allowed to let that anger continue to bubble up inside of him, he probably would have killed Tony Zucco and that would have been enough to set Dick down a terrible path he might not recover from.

The same goes for Bruce. If he were to set out and kill the person who shot his parents, he wouldn't be a hero anymore because that single event would shatter the entire point of Batman, which is that he is not meant to decide who lives and dies. If he were, how would he be any different than all the villains in Gotham that he fights as Batman? How would he be better than the corrupt businessman and politicians that he has to battle as Bruce Wayne? He wouldn't.

Batman needs Robin and Robin needs Batman, because they are yin and yang. Light within darkness, darkness within light. You cannot separate these characters and still tell an accurate story, it's impossible. I think that's a huge issue Nolan's movies have, on top of many others. You cannot accurately present to me a Batman story if there is no Robin, just as you couldn't give me a Robin story without Batman.

Every Robin is so important to how Bruce Wayne as a character is developed, and disregarding this as a creator is not only disrespectful to the character, it misses the entire point. I refuse to take your adaptation of Batman seriously if you can't figure out how important Robin is. He isn't just some kid sidekick, he isn't an optional side character, he is what makes Batman human. You cannot have gritty, Neo-noir Batman and forgo Robin just because you see him as the sidekick in tights. When Batman was silly and took itself less seriously, sure, there wasn't a lot to Robin nor Batman's troubling pasts. But now that you want to deep dive into Bruce Wayne's psyche and pick apart what makes him the way he is you wanna throw in the towel and erase the part that humanizes him? Fuck. You.

You can't make a complex Bruce Wayne and take away parts that help audiences understand his complexities, that's fucking STUPID!

Titans, for all its faults and problems, will always have my gratitude as it had the fucking balls to give, without a doubt, the best and most rounded live-action adaptation of Dick Grayson we have ever seen. Titans introduces Dick at a very important and rocky time in his character arch: him leaving Bruce.

If you're not in the know, there's a falling out between Bruce and Dick that's been written a couple different ways over the years, but all comes down to Dick being "fired" from being Robin and leaving Gotham. This is a bit of a newer story line in comparison to how long the character of Dick Grayson has been around, and eventually leads to Dick becoming independent from Bruce, signalling his evolution from "side kick" to his own hero, Nightwing. However, there's issues with Dick having to give up the Robin mantel, because it's something that is whole-heartily Dick Grayson. Robin wasn't something Bruce Wayne came up with, it was the nickname his parents gave to him. Even the colors are his, those were the colors of the Flying Graysons' uniforms. Robin is much more than just a vigilante alter-ego to Dick, it is the last link he has to his past and his parents. So when this is taken away from him and given to another, this causes a huge internal struggle for Dick, as he has to deal with the anger he now has for Bruce, a man he originally looked up to and idolized. This is Dick seeing how wrong it was for Bruce to do some of the things he did to Dick, despite at the time those choices being what both needed.

The way Titans is able to portray this extremely delicate time in Dick's story line in a way that not only makes sense for his character, but also allows for growth is really admirable. Like I said, the show isn't perfect by any means (can I PLEASE get a Romani actor to play Dick PLEASE) but it's the first time I feel that the character is wholeheartedly taken serious in a live-action setting. You can tell the writers have a better idea about how the characters should interact in a live-action setting and while some choices are questionable to me, the heart is there.

Nolan's movies in comparison feel soulless and devoid of all creativity and love. He does not care about these characters, no matter how much he tries to make you think that, and he never will. Christopher Nolan, you will NEVER convince me that you give two shits about Bruce Wayne. And if you, the director, can't bother to care, why should the audience? Why should I care about your adaptation if you can't even be bothered to put an ounce of individuality into it?

With Matt Reeves' Batman films underway, things are getting worse again. For a while, we only had to deal with the shitty Joker adaptations that tried to replicate Ledger's Joker, but with the Reeves Batman movies, the film bros are making themselves known again. I remember when the new design for the Riddler dropped and I said it was shit and people on Twitter and YouTube got SO PISSY at me and told me I just don't understand Batman and that I'm childish for enjoying the designs for Gotham Riddler/ Batman Forever Riddler and whatever and that I'm stupid, which none of those things are true, I hate to be confident in anything, but I think I know more about Batman than you do, Twitter troll.

The suit sucked and the character sucked. They just created a new character but gave him the Riddler's name. That's NOT the Riddler. That's honestly closer to Hush than Riddler, so just... do that? But of course, less people know about Hush than Riddler, and you're not trying to make a film for fans, you're trying to make money, so why would you ever be so silly as to do that! I'm not gonna talk to much about the new Riddler, just because it's super old news and it's not the point I was trying to make here, it's just something that continues to piss me off when it comes to gritty recreations of characters, because Riddler really never was supposed to be some Zodiac Killer wannabe, he's supposed to be a guy who leaves you riddles and makes you solve them and he's supposed to be a little silly about it. And I'm not saying you can't do a more gritty Riddler, because Arkham Knights did it super well imo! Just don't reinvent the wheel! Don't just make a new character and call him by another's name, that's a disservice to the character themselves and their creators.

This is a hard topic, because you have people who get the point of these characters (people who have actually read a comic before and paid attention to the story) but you also have insufferable film/comic bros who worship the ground Nolan and Reeves walks upon and who don't even take time to explore the rest of the Batfamily comics (his gang of vigilante children show up in the stand-alone Batman comics, though, so I don't know how they're missing this, unless they have the reading comprehension of a goldfish, which they probably do tbh). It's why I think a lot of these weirdos don't like Gotham Knights or Wayne Family Adventures, because they hate the thought of there being any semblance of fun in the Batman franchise. Not everything needs to be doom and gloom! Let Dick Grayson be bisexual and let Bruce Wayne have a PTA rival! You can have your cake and eat it too!

I know this seems like a silly sentiment coming from a person who just wrote an entire essay on this, but maybe don't take Batman so seriously? I don't mean, of course, that you can't care about these characters, I'm actually saying the opposite! I care very deeply for these characters, so much that I obviously spat all this out. I just think some people need to fucking chill when it comes to realistically portraying Batman. There's nothing wrong with taking a more serious approach to the characters and I have no problem modernizing them, but you can't just have action hero Batman, you have to have the human behind the mask too. And if you can't balance that, then I'm sorry, but you shouldn't be making Batman adaptations, because you obviously don't understand what the character is about.

I'm nervous to see where Reeves will go with the character, and only time will tell. I've heard rumors he plans to introduce Robin, I've heard rumors he doesn't. Either way, it's obviously out of my hands and I'll have opinions either way, but I really hope he has a better understanding of the history of the franchise than Nolan. While I appreciate, again, what Nolan did for revolutionizing not only the Batman franchise but the comic movie industry as well, I can still find faults in how he went about things. I truly don't believe we can have a worthy adaptation of Batman live action without Robin and without embracing the silliness of Batman's villains and I really hope producers, writers, and directors realize that soon.

Sorry if you read all that...

[bestalbertcamuslover]

Celebrating Her First Win

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The club was alive with music so loud it seemed to vibrate through her entire body. It was the perfect atmosphere to celebrate her first Formula 1 win—a night she would never forget, or maybe she would due to the copious amount of alcohol. Drinks flowed freely, and the energy of your friends, the fans, and your teammate Sebastian was electric. Seb was not drinking much, but he had been cheering her on, a proud smile plastered on his face all night.

Now, though, she had wandered off, caught up in the haze of victory and a few too many drinks. In a shadowy corner, she found herself kissing a girl. She was stunning, confident, and it was not something she had planned, nor ever experience it before, but it felt right at the moment, very right.

Seb had been looking for her, weaving his way through the crowd, his patience thinning as the minutes ticked by. She could handle yourself, sure, maybe not so much now that she had drunk as much as a fish, but he could not help but feel a bit responsible. When he finally spotted her, he froze for a moment, taking in the scene.

Her, clearly tipsy, lips locked with a girl who was smiling against her mouth. His eyebrows shot up, and for a second, he was not sure whether to laugh or groan. He knew she was celebrating, but this… this was bound to raise some eyebrows if anyone else saw.

“Alright, alright, break it up, Casanova,” Seb called out as he approached, his voice tinged with mock exasperation.

She pulled back, blinking as he recognized him. “Seb!” she exclaimed, a slight proud grin spreading across her face. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” he repeated, crossing his arms. “What are you doing here? Should I leave you alone for another five minutes, or are we already reaching peak ‘celebration mode’?”

She rolled her eyes, laughing. “Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal. We’re just having fun.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “But you know, for someone who’s usually pretty good at PR, this is… bold.”

She tilted her head, the alcohol dulling her sense of caution. “Seb, it’s just a kiss. No one’s gonna care.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice but still playful. “No one here, maybe. But what about tomorrow, when it’s splashed across every headline?”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair as the reality of Sebastian's words settled over her. He was right—of course, he was. The media in 2010 wasn’t exactly known for being understanding or open-minded, and a headline like “Formula 1’s Rising Star Celebrates Win with Woman” would be all anyone talked about for weeks, not only establishing a playboy reputation but creating a heated conversation about her recently discovered sexual orientation.

“Fine,” she muttered, dragging out the word. “You’re no fun, you know that?”

Sebastian smirked, his hands shoved casually into his pockets. “I think you’re confusing ‘no fun’ with ‘not reckless.’”

She groaned but let him steer her toward the exit, not without giving one last glance at the girl and winking playfully, which made Se chuckle. The cool night air hit her like a wave, sobering her up slightly as they waited for a cab. She still had that proud, almost smug, smile for winning. He could not help but find her drunk smugness appealing, her usually composed self nowhere to be found. The sounds of the club faded behind them, replaced by the distant hum of the city.

Seb hailed a cab with ease, holding the door open for her like the gentleman he was. “Come on, Casanova,” he teased as she climbed in, slumping against the seat with an exaggerated sigh.

“You’re impossible,” she said, her words slightly slurred.

“And you’re drunk,” he replied, sliding in beside her and closing the door. He gave the driver the name of their hotel before settling back, his arms crossed over his chest, her resting her head on his shoulder.

For a moment, the cab ride was quiet. The city lights blurred past, the hum of the engine a soothing backdrop. But she was still buzzing—not just from the alcohol but from the night, the win, the adrenaline that hadn’t quite worn off.

She turned to Seb, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “You know,” she started, her tone playful “you’re kinda cute when you’re all bossy.”

Sebastian shot her a look, hoping she would not notice the slight blush on his cheeks, one eyebrow arched. “Oh, no. Don’t start.”

“Start what?” she asked innocently, batting her lashes at him.

He groaned, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

She grinned, undeterred. “You said that already. But seriously, Seb, you’re always so… serious. Loosen up a little. Have some fun.”

“I’m plenty fun,” he retorted, though his tone was more amused than defensive.

“Oh, sure,” she teased, her voice dropping just slightly. “You’re the life of the party right now, Mr. Responsible.”

He sighed, leaning his head back against the seat. “And someone has to be, especially when you’re so drunk,” he said, in some way convincing himself to not do anything, not with her in that vulnerable state.

She laughed, the sound warm and carefree. “You’re such a good guy, Seb. Always looking out for me.”

“Someone has to,” he muttered, though there was a faint smile on his face.

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a softer, more playful tone. “You know… if you weren’t so busy being responsible, you’d make a great Casanova yourself.”

Sebastian turned to look at her, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. “Alright, that’s enough for tonight. You’re clearly past the ‘fun’ stage and into the ‘bad decisions’ stage.”

She crossed her arms as the cab pulled up to the hotel. “You’re such a buzzkill, you know that?”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t respond, instead helping her out of the cab and steadying her with a hand on her arm. Her steps were wobbly, her heels making soft clicks against the marble floor as they entered the lobby.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and Seb guided her inside, pressing the button for their floor. As the doors closed, she leaned against the mirrored wall, tilting her head to look at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Hey, Seb,” she said, her voice quieter now but no less teasing.

“What?” he asked, not even trying to hide the wary tone in his voice.

“Can I ask for a little favor?” she uttered playfully

He glanced at her, already anticipating trouble. “Depends on what it is.”

“Just a kiss,” she said, her eyes locking onto his, jokingly begging.

He blinked, caught off guard, disarmed by her soft expression. “What?”

“A kiss,” she repeated, leaning closer. “Just one. To see if you’re as good a kisser as you are responsible.”

Seb groaned softly, pinching the bridge of his nose while reminding himself. “You’re drunk.”

“Not that drunk,” she shot back, her lips curling into a playful smile, “c’mon Sebi” she added, knowing how much he hated that nickname, and yet at that moment he found it endearing.

The elevator hummed as it ascended, the silence stretching between them. Finally, Seb sighed, despite slightly anticipating it. “Fine. Just one kiss.”

Her grin widened as he stepped closer, his hand gently cupping her cheek. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, brushing his lips softly against hers, in a very delicate kiss, as if she was something forbidden.

When he pulled back, she tilted her head, her brow furrowing slightly. “Hmm,” she said, drawing out the sound. “It was… okay.”

“Okay?” he repeated, a flicker of amusement and offense crossing his face.

“Yeah,” she confirmed, her tone teasing. “Just okay, I was expecting much more from you, Vettel.”

Seb’s lips twitched into an amused smirk. “Alright, let’s try that again.” 

This time, he didn’t hesitate. His hand slid to the back of her neck, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slower, deeper, and left no room for critique. When he pulled back, her breath hitched slightly, her eyes wide.

“Okay,” she admitted, her voice softer now. “That was… good, up for a third kiss?” she added.

He shook his head, smiling amused. The truth was, he would not mind a third or even many more, but she was drunk, very drunk, and that would not be equitable.

The elevator dinged, announcing their floor, stopping her from further action. Seb straightened, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he took her hand and led her out.

“Come on, winner, bed awaits you” he said, his tone lighter now, teasing her.

They walked down the hallway, her steps slightly unsteady as she leaned on him for support. When they reached her room, she fumbled with her key card, squinting at it like it was the most complicated thing in the world.

Seb took it gently from her hand, sliding it into the slot and opening the door with ease. “Alright, inside,” he said, his voice soft but firm.

“Yeah, I will not stay outside,” she joked slightly.

She stumbled in, kicking off her heels and flopping dramatically onto the king-sized bed. Seb chuckled slightly at her gesture before he knelt down, carefully removing her other shoe and grabbing a bottle of water from the bedside table.

“Drink,” he said, holding it out to her. Their hands slightly brushed—something that might seem insignificant after two kisses, but it still made his heart flutter ever so slightly.

She took a few sips, her eyes already half-lidded with exhaustion. “You’re such a gentleman,” she mumbled, her voice slurring slightly but conveying gratitude.

“Someone has to be,” he replied, pulling the blanket over her. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his hand lingering for a moment before he stood. His blue eyes locked on her features, as if he were holding onto that memory for a prolonged period of time.

“Seb?” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Yeah?” he asked, hoping she wouldn’t ask him to stay, as he doubted he could decline that offer.

“Thanks,” she said softly, her eyes closing as a small smile played on her lips.

He paused, his heart twisting at the sight of her so vulnerable, so different from her usual confident self, and slightly wishing she had asked him to stay. “Get some sleep,” he said softly. She was already drifting off before he turned off the light and closed the door behind him.

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✯ authors note: English is not my first language. I hope you liked it <333

[bakatenshii]

Omg angel have you watched Arcane???

YES I HAVE I HAVE I RECENTLY FINISHED IT LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO???? TELL ME UR THOUGHTS FEELINGS EMOTIONS IVE NOTICED IT TAKING OVER MY TWT IN RECENT MONTHS AND HAD TO JUMP IN!!

[firefl1ezz]

i just. hit s+ rank in splatoon and i never honestly thought this would happen?? am i cool now.. do i get to be a part of the s4? do i get to be watered down to my running joke all the time?

[bredforloyalty]

the last few years have been a nice detour* but i think it's time to get back to being cringe

*: not that i wasn't cringe recently just that i need to crank it up and lose followers also

[trees-to-meet-you]

Wait waitwaitwait I just saw something on Pinterest hold on

Was Snufkin deadass not aware he had parents??? Until Moominpappa was telling him about them??? Did he think he just spawned one day what

[collectorcookie]

Need u to know the yumetron2000 tweet has become a new hit term among me and oomf who recently got into mhyk and is a rutile fan

am i wrong tho

[accursedthing]

This election was decided by a Democratic candidate that refused to campaign on anything but "I'll do as little as possible to change anything" to an overwhelmingly dissatisfied population. You can blame every individual voter who didn't do what you wanted them to, or you can blame one actor we all knew was doing it wrong, who was yelled at for months that they were doing it wrong, and did it anyway. Are we really going to blame the political actors and system that created this situation or a public whose voice is repressed at every opportunity? Be serious

[brown-little-robin]

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[vacantgodling]

my favorite hobby is being attracted to people’s ocs that they have disdain for

[koishua]

shining solo ep 8. my reaction rn 😐😐 took it a bit hard lmao

[surpriserose]

So im watching this playlist of a bunch of youtubers reviewing the last decade of goodreads awards winner by genre because i love people rightfully shitting on goodreads but like? One of the ones i watched was romance because yeah obviously and the woman who reviewed was like really into the romance genre and im geniunely not trying to be a cunt but i dont understand how someone can be geniunely into the romance genre like!!!! You like books where nothing fucking happens? And a lot of her criticisms were like there wasnt enough romance because it was just a subplot or there was too much stuff from other genres and like.....yeah? You have to like you cant carry an entire book on one relationship like sure thats an opinion because i literally dont understand romance books but like????? Like idk im not trying to be a cunt but like WHAT is appealing about a pure romance book???

[mars-ipan]

had a bit of an epiphany but idk how to word it nor who true it is

[readymades2002]

they should make a movie that is good