#anyway I STILL NEED ANSWERS SEB

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it’s nothing new | sebastian vettel

part 1 part 3

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update: i decided to make this into a series, thanks for reading! you can read it here!

“hello?”

“mark, hi.”

“y/n? it’s been a while. how are you?” the aussie asked. it had been years since you spoke to mark, but he always kept you updated. he sent messages about how everyone in the paddock was doing, which you appreciated him for.

“i . . i’m okay. is this a bad time to talk to you?” you asked. you suddenly remembered about time zones.

“it’s alright, i always have time for you. what’s going on?” he questioned.

“so i am at my sister’s house and i didn’t want to sleep the whole flight so i decided to read your book.” you replied. “it’s a beautiful book, mark.”

“thanks.” he knew there was more you wanted to say. “are you mad?”

“mad about what?” you asked. “what you wrote about sebastian and i? is that what you’re talking about?”

“well yeah. i tried to contact you several times. you wouldn’t answer my messages so i assumed you changed numbers. seb told me he didn’t care if i wrote it in—”

“mark, i’m not mad. i’m far from it. i just want to know if it’s true. did he tell you everything? the night he won the title, i mean.” you asked. you remembered that night clearly. you didn’t finish the race, but that didn’t stop you from celebrating with sebastian.

“he would never lie about you, love. i told him to tell you, just to get it off his chest but he wouldn’t. you were with someone else, it was wrong.” mark explained. “you know the day you announced your engagement, he hated himself for not telling you sooner. maybe things would’ve ended differently if he had.”

maybe . .

“does he hate me?”

there was always that possibility. but when it came to sebastian, he would rather die than say he hates you.

“he could never hate you even if you did throw a show at him and call him a cunt.” mark chuckled. “he still loves you, you know, he asks about you all the time and i have no idea what to tell him.”

“well maybe i could tell him myself . . do you have his phone number?”

after you were given seb’s number, you noticed he never changed it. you weren’t sure why, but you decided to text him instead of calling.

y/n

hi seb, it’s y/n. i know it’s been so long and i’m sorry for how things ended. i hope you’re doing great. i’m not doing too good right now. my marriage is ending so i have that going for me. i’m staying with my sister and her family. anyways, i hope you don’t mind me messaging you. mark gave me your number but turns out i still have it saved. speaking of mark, i read his book on the flight, it’s very interesting. i’ll leave you alone now, thanks for caring about me all these years.

after you sent the message, you didn’t expect a reply. it was as if he was waiting for a message this whole time.

seb

hi y/n. i hope you know i never forgot about you after all this time. i’m sorry about your marriage, i really am. i don’t mind at all that you message me, i never changed my number in hopes that one day you would. as for mark’s book, i hope you’re not mad, but if you need to know, it’s all true and i wouldn’t change anything. being with you made me happy and everytime i hear your name, i’m reminded of the joyful memories we shared. i have something to tell you, only a few people know. i plan to retire at the end of the 2022 season. it would be nice if you would come to abu dhabi for my last race. i understand if you can’t make it. take care and i love you always. (it’s nothing new at this point)

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gen-z driver getting interviewed by jenson and all the drivers making fun of her for stumbling over her words

BE YOUR WINGMAN

pairings: jenson button x driver!reader / daniel ricciardo x driver!reader / sebastian vettel x driver!reader

warnings: I don’t think there are any (?).

author’s note: been wanting to do this one for a while now, I’m not totally proud of it, but wanted to share it anyway! hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it!

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“Yeah, no points today, but I’m confident we’re able to bounce back next weekend.” Daniel answered Jenson’s question on how the race went.

The Sky F1 booth was crowded with Jenson Button, Martin Brundle and Natalie Pinkham interviewing both Daniel Ricciardo and Sebastian Vettel.

The three presenters nodded as his answer. “Seb, how about you?” Natalie turned the question to him.

“Eh, I think we could have scored more points today, we lost a lot of ground,” he had the urge to roll his eyes at the reminder, “the pace was good, so we can take that to the next race.” He finished up, politely.

Martin was about to change the subject, but Daniel pointed to something behind the camera which caught everyone’s attention. “Look who it is!”

“Y/N! Come on up here!” Natalie called the young woman over, who was visibly embarrassed as she simply wanted to pass through to go to her team’s hospitality.

The driver shook her head, waving her hands that she wanted to leave, but no one was having it. “I’ll let you stand next to Jenson, Y/N!” Daniel grinned from ear to ear.

One of the producers handed her a mic and she was practically pushed onto the small podium by her PR assistant.

Y/N quickly greeted everyone, giving Sebastian and Daniel a side hug. She wanted to stand in-between her two colleagues, but they moved themselves so she was right next to Jenson.

Her “crush” on the former World Champion had been a running joke ever since she was a rookie. It started with an old interview of an 11 year-old Y/N saying that one of her life goals was to marry Jenson Button.

“Y/N, you had a much better race than your friends over here, P4, how are you feeling now?” Martin asked her.

She took a deep breath before answering. “Uh, too bad to miss the podium, especially cause the gap was very small. I’m excited for next week, though and, uh, yeah.” She awkward wrapped up, a bit too flustered with her close proximity to the Brit next to her.

“Besides the top 2, it was a very close race today and I think you did everything you could, so well done.” Jenson complimented her, looking directly at her.

Y/N nervously avoided his eyes, deciding to focus on something in the far distance. “Oh, uh, t-thank you.” She stuttered.

The red tint on her cheeks and ears didn’t go unnoticed. “She’s gone very red.” Sebastian teased, pointing at the younger one.

Everyone at the panel turned towards her and chuckled at her trying to cover her cheeks. “A small tomato.” Martin joked.

“It’s just very warm here.” Y/N defended herself, but everyone knew it wasn’t the weather.

Daniel nudged her shoulder. “She’s been very sad the past few weeks, cause Jenson announced he’s getting married soon.” The Australian continued the teasing.

Her hands covered her face again as everyone laughed at her despair. “Poor Y/N, she wasn’t able to fulfill one of her dreams.” Natalie commented, a bright smile on her face knowing the viewers were loving this.

“She still has time.” Daniel added, having too much fun at the moment. “You have a few more months.” He glanced at her.

“Shut up, Daniel!” Y/N jokingly slapped his arm to everyone’s amusement at their banter.

The McLaren driver simply laughed as he put his hands on both of her shoulders. “I’m trying to be your wingman here.”

“I don’t think she needs one.” Sebastian said into the microphone, looking at the pair.

“Y/N, do you often take Daniel with you when you’re looking for a potential partner?” Natalie asked her, although it was obvious she wasn’t looking for a serious answer.

The young driver jokingly rolled her eyes. “Not anymore, he scares everyone away with his weird noises.” She teased the Australian back.

“I think they’re very effective!” Daniel argued.

“They’re effective if the purpose is to keep me single forever.” Y/N but back.

The two went back-and-forth with each other for a few more minutes. Sebastian and Jenson watched in amusement, while Natalie and Martin tried to subtly interrupt so they could wrap up the segment.

“Any plans left for tonight or straight onto the plane?” Martin asked them.

“Plane!” Sebastian and Daniel chorused. Jenson glanced at the girl next to him. “And you, Y/N?”

“I’m gonna dig a hole and throw myself in it after we’re done here.” She answered, her monotone voice making everyone laugh at her answer.

Daniel couldn’t help but throw one last remark at her. “You probably want Jenson to join you in there.”

Y/N waved at the camera as soon as the words left his mouth. “Goodnight, everyone!” The whole panel cackled as they watched her leave. “See you all next week!”

She walked off the platform and gave the microphone back to the producers. Y/N waved at everyone from behind the camera, not wanting to be rude and leave without a proper goodbye.

“She’s going to dig that hole now.” Sebastian commented, a grin on his face.

Jenson chuckled. “She’ll probably throw Daniel in it instead of herself.”

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Finding Comfort in You.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x female!Reader

Summary: Sweet & protective Sebastian being a wholesome boyfriend to his girl, who’s not feeling well.

(Just a short fic. I randomly wrote this now while I’m secretly going through it again these last few days. Haven’t been online. Spent hours in a medical lab yesterday, killed me. Sorry if there’s any mistakes, haven’t slept in days. Needed some comfort though. I hope this comforts anyone else who may feel unwell 💕)

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“Sweetheart, how are you holding up?” Came the gentle, low tone of her boyfriend, Sebastian Sallow.

The freckle-faced brunet saw his girlfriend curled up on a lounge chair in his dorm— luckily, just the two of them were in there now. She had gone through a lot in the past few days, not having felt well at all. Her body making it to a point of slight exhaustion now. Her whole, small & delicate frame was hugging the pillow, burying her face into it as she shook her head to answer his question. Other small shakes shown by her body, indicating how bad she felt.

A muffled, “not well” barely heard from the girl’s fragile voice. 

A huge part of him fretted and worried as she temporarily reminded him of his twin sister, Anne. Just for a short moment and that made him go straight to her. Wanting to pull her away from the pillow and into his arms instead. An overprotectiveness came over him, like a high tide. He hated seeing his girlfriend suffer too.

His girlfriend had a weak immune system; she was prone to easily collapsing at times when she’d catch something or even at random. And she constantly got upset at herself when it happened— feeling so meek and weak, which was not welcomed by her. 

Then again, nobody likes feeling that way. 

But Sebastian knew her well and wasn’t going to let her shy away from him now. Not after everything they’d been through. The feelings of weakness, he wouldn’t let her fight through that alone.

Carefully, he approached the chair and her backside— gently, he reached out with his strong hands, starting to rub it. 

“Love, come on… get in my bed. Let me help.” He always kept his voice soft at these moments but also with a slight firmness so she wouldn’t be stubborn about it.

However, being stubborn was in her nature; just as it was for him. She knew all he had gone through with Anne and watching her crumble apart— so she did not want to add another worry to Sebastian’s life. Especially when the boy was so fond of loved ones and would kill for them. Anne and her were his weak spots. She knew just how passionate Sebastian could be and how that often led him down a darker path. 

Though she felt feeble right now, she lifted her face off of the pillow a bit, to be heard and spoke out, “It’s fine… Seb. You were given… so many essays to do. Just focus on your studies, not me. I’ll… get through this.” She tried to sound convincing but her voice truly was strained and it didn’t help that a cough came out after all that. Plus it was a weak answer in general. 

Sebastian let out an unamused sigh, his hands still soothingly rubbing her back as he leaned closer to her. 

“Since when did I become a Ravenclaw? As if I care about that… especially right now. You’re my priority.”

She also let out a sigh of her own, knowing it was a stupid thing that she just said now. Sebastian cared more for her than the blasted schoolwork. He’d always be able to catch up on that anyway. That’s how he always got by. He was smart; even a bookworm— but preferred to not follow rules so much and do his own thing.

“Seb… really, don’t worr— eek!“ she started but he cut her off, making her squeak out. The hands rubbing her back had now snaked around and started lifting her off. For him, it was an easy feat— she was small compared to him and he liked using that to his advantage.

And she had been too weak to even wriggle out of that grasp; they both knew it. Her body had mostly gone limp from feeling sick these days. There was a nauseating feeling bothering her for hours lately, along with a headache plaguing her sometimes.

So there he had her in an instant— her back flush to his towering frame. He immediately took an arm and put it under the back side of her knees once he got them standing. Lifting her into a bridal style, knowing she wouldn’t be able to squirm her way out of it.

Once he had her in that position and saw her weary face along with that messy hair from clear stress, his brows furrowed and a deep frown etched onto him.

“You don’t have to do this alone… please. Just accept my help… I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I? I… don’t want you carrying your burdens on your own.” He calmed himself internally, speaking quietly. Usually, he could get hot-headed but seeing her look so unwell made his heart ache completely. 

His voice always had a way of soothing her— not just his touches. She could feel the care through his words and felt slightly guilty but she was usually like this. Not one to call for help due to past traumas. She’d try handling a lot alone until it got too much. She had those rare moments of breaking down & seeking him— he just wished, she’d seek him more; not only when it became extreme. 

Feeling too tired and even more of that guilt creep in, she leaned her head against him, mumbling. “I’m …sorry, baby. I just… don’t want to stress you.”

That pet name always made his heart burst a little. Honestly, any of them did. He adored being hers. The slightest twinge of a flush graced his handsome, freckled face. 

He huffed though, reaching his bed in that short distance and gently placing her on it. The covers had already been undone luckily and he made sure her head got placed tenderly onto his pillow. She always enjoyed his bed; it smelt of him. His scent always lingers on his pillows.

“Not stress. I worry… and maybe my emotions can get the best of me at times but I’m with you… I’m yours. You’re mine. I care a lot.” He paused, looking at her; starting to gently brush away hair from her face as she let out another cough. 

A slight wince followed after, indicating she felt some pain still. 

“We share these things. You’d never leave me alone if I’m going through it— through anything! So why would I leave you? We’re a couple and I’m not gonna let you get away with this anymore.”

That tone of his stayed soft but the firmness returned, a mild command rushing into those words and she knew, he was utterly serious. Her eyes stared at him… the way that perfectly sculpted hand brushed away her hair and then how those deep brown eyes, (that could melt into honey in the light) looked at her with nothing but devotion. A plethora of emotions hit her as if an ocean wave just rolled in. 

He caressed her face sweetly next, the worry still on him— especially upon feeling that she was of a very warm body temperature. 

“I’ll hold you when you need it most… I can’t stand seeing you suffer, just let me do it more.” Those words had been in the form of a plea now; his hand still lovingly caressing her face. He had gone from mildly commanding to begging a little— only for her. 

Closing her eyes to enjoy the touch of her boyfriend, she nodded slowly. “Okay, love… thank you.”

A small smile finally formed, “don’t thank me for that.”

With that said; of course— he got into the bed with her, pulling the covers over them. He meant it when he said he’d hold her— in the most literal sense. There was no letting go.

Plus it was his bed and it wouldn’t be like Sebastian to NOT get into the bed too. Perhaps that slight mischievous side… was slightly using the situation to his advantage but he meant it all genuinely.

So he cuddled up with her; making her bury her face into his chest while he rested his chin on the top of her head. Legs slightly tangling together; her strained but quiet breaths, touching the skin of his neck. The possessiveness in him wanting to escape out and almost cuff her to him so she could never leave his side. Those thoughts were always whirling in that mind of his. He had his hands wrapped around her; tightly, securely— making her know that she was safe with him. 

The security she felt with him was off the charts and she sighed contently; almost forgetting she was unwell for a split moment. As silent praise— she placed a little, quick but gentle kiss on his neck, making him shiver in sweet torment for a moment. His arms around her getting a bit tighter but not enough to harm— one hand lazily tracing mindless patterns on her back, through her clothes. 

“I love you, darling. Lean on me, rest… and get better soon.” He whispered with all the affection in the world and she replied with an “I love you too Sebastian,” before drifting off in his warm embrace. He would stay the whole time until she woke up. 

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Drive With You Forever

Chapter Five: Cats, Cluelessness, and difficult communication

Max Verstappen x Reader x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris

Chapter Summary: a brief interlude in the off-season before 2020, Sebastian adopts Charles, Max struggles to communicate his feelings, and the reader makes a new friend 👀

Warnings: mentions of SH, reader over does it again, seizure like episode, Lando is awkward, Charles is awkward, Max can't do feeling well yet, jos verstappen

Notes: ah yes, the gang is all here now. I have more action coming in the next part. Maybe also some fluffy stuff. I've been trying to get some blurbs done for what isn't shown in the long chapters because I've had to cut down on some things. I would love to give y'all some content of our duo, trio, or quartet doing something specific.

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The end of the season means a bit of a break for the drivers. A chance to spend some time with their families. For her, it means spending time with Sebastian and Hanna in Germany.

The trio had wanted to officially introduce themselves. They knew, but the three barely got a chance to interact all together. It would be nice to catch up anyways.

They are all sat at the dining room table. Even the littles wanted to join in on the conversation. Mostly they spout of randomness as they listen but it’s still endearing to everyone.

The three are sat in a row. Charles far left, the female in the middle and Max on the right if her.

“So I’m curious, who gets the middle of the bed?” Seb laughs at his own question. Hanna playfully hits his shoulder. Charles and Max both look at her. She just rolls her eyes as they both start laughing.

“Are you three moving in together?” Hanna asks this time. Genuine curiosity, unlike her husband.

Charles almost chokes. He hadn’t thought about it.

He’s thankful he’s not the first to answer. “Are you saying you want me out?” It’s a playful question from the girl. She’s smiling like an idiot at the banter.

“Of course not. You’re welcome here forever.”

Max swallows his food then joins the conversation. “We were actually planning on moving some things to my apartment since we’re here.” Now Charles feels out of place. Was he not asked yet for a reason? They hadn’t been together long so it would make sense. “Charles lives in Monaco already so I figured his things would be easier to move.” Max explains.

Now he’s confused. Something Max can clearly see. They make eye contact for a moment and Charles is left a mess. “Unless you don’t want to anymore?”

Charles is shaking his head no at lightning speed. He definitely wants to. He’s tired of living alone and throwing himself pity parties over breaks. Plus, he learns he sleeps better when he's not alone.

~

Moving feels more sentimental to her this time. She had more stuff than when she was fifteen.

Sbeastion offered to let them fly private with him to help move her stuff to Monaco. She wanted to, but it was unnecessary. Most of her belongings that she needs fits into an extra suitcase.

Max and Charles both kept asking her if she had anything else. It was getting on her nerves a bit.

Hanna and Seb had done the same thing when she first came to Germay. Though she had less then. Hanna had taken her to get some new clothes because her t-shirts all had holes in them.

Flights were weird. The first class has two seats for each row, meaning that one of them got to sit somewhere else. They often played musical chairs on the plane because of this.

She'd always had an affinity for even numbers.

It was an interesting dynamic they had created. Charles and Max are barely a month apart, and she's just turned nineteen. They get to do things she can't yet. But she's gentle and knows exactly what they need and is far to gentle for what she's been through.

Charles felt that he was playing catch up with the other two. He was new to this and still new to them. He, however, was the best at communication between the three.

Max, having grown up in an interesting family setting, is aggressive and protective. His communication skills are lacking, but he would do anything to keep his significant others out of harms way.

Today was one of those days that Max was struggling communication wise. It had started after an intense phone call where the other two were attempting (and failing) at deciphering dutch.

She'd offered to sit next to him if he needed consoling, but he decided to sit further away from the two. Leaving them to figure out what happened.

This had brought the thoughts of even numbers. If they were flying with four of them, Max wouldn't be able to mope alone.

"Do you think it was Jos?" Charles asked. His eyes had been on the Dutch for most of the flight.

"I would assume so given that he was speaking Dutch, and he doesn't do that with many people."

Both sigh. Jos had been on Max's ass about moving up into a championship title. Che was ready to have some words, either him, next time they were together, and Charles was going to start making a point to celebrate every placement in a race.

It didn't take long to get to Max's apartment. It's not the most luxurious, but it's comfortable. He's planning to get something worthy of the three of them after he gets a title.

Max had successfully locked himself away in his bedroom. The other two left to figure out what he needs. Maybe it is just a time thing?

"Is he usually like this after a call with Jos?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "It depends on if he's praising or berating."

"Can we help him?" Charles is eyeing the closed door and her. His brain working out every way to get him to open up.

She smirks. There always one thing that cheered up Max.

~

Max was choking back tears. He felt weak. Like he was never going to he enough.

He felt bad for stomping off the way he did, but he didn't want his partners to see him like this.

He hears the soft rape of knuckles against the door. "Mon Amour? Can we please come in?"

He grunts, but the Monegasque takes it as approval.

Charles peeks his head in. His gentle steps are coming closer to Max. He doesn't look up. He just keeps his head buried in his pillow.

Charles doesn't say anything, which he appreciates. Just sits down on the edge and lets Max's body dip towards his. Then he's running his fingers through Max's hair.

It's not long before another set of footsteps are padding into the room. These ones softer then Charles, telling Max it's y/n.

She's successfully moved both Jimmy and Sassy into the room from their hiding spots and is holding his favorite movie. She sneaks in and closes the door behind her.

They spend the next couple of hours lying in bed with the cats and watching their movie.

Max feels himself calming down. They don't talk about anything. Aside from occasionally copying the lines from the movie they've watched far to many time.

It's after that he feels like he can say something. His mind finally grounded back to reality. "I'm sorry for shutting you both out. I was just... agitated, I guess."

The Monegasque has his fingers back in his hair in an instant. "It's okay, you needed space. Do you want to talk about it now?"

The youngest places sassy on his chest as a way to comfort him. Her hands intertwine with his.

"Just frustrated that my dad thinks I'm not trying. He started spouting that I'll never get anywhere at this rate."

"That a lie. Jos is obviously lacking brain cells." The youngest pipes. "I can throw him into a wall if you want?"

The idea actually makes him smile.

~

Charles was the next to move things in. Though it was mildly awkward explaining to his family why he was moving somewhere else.

Turns out he can't keep a secret. His family is accepting. Pascale welcomes both into her home. She takes a particular liking to the quiet girl who is still always between the two older boys.

His stuff takes up more of the apartment than hers. The contrast of red and blue is now showing everywhere.

"If Charles is red, Max is blue, and I'm always in the middle, does that make me purple?" She spouts while unpacking a box of ferrari shirts.

Max spits out the water he was drinking. Charles starts wheezing. And she is laughing at her own comment.

"Where did you come up with that, Chéri?"

"Just a thought I've been sitting on since we started dating."

"You're not wrong, though." Max is wiping his mouth clean from the water.

~

It's weird going places together. Not errands and things, but social gatherings. Charles has asked to keep things private for now. He's not fond of the questions people have about the nuances of their relationship.

They came and left separately. Usually, depending on who wanted to leave first, the other would wait about fifteen minutes.

A few months into the break, Lando Norris decides to call Max and invite him and his lover to a party. He does the same for Charles a minute after he hangs up with Max.

The three of you have to hold in your laughter as Charles tries to get through the phone call listening to the same details.

Despite what Lando said, this was not the type of party any of you are used to by now. At least not Charles and Max. She'd been to few and got overwhelmed by it all pretty quickly. Sometimes, she'd use it as an excuse to get the boys out of the apartment so she could have the cats to herself and play around with her powers.

Charles and Max both hate it when she does it alone. They've found her on the floor passed out on multiple occasions. She doesn't care, though. The visions and nightmares of her father were more reason to keep going.

Regardless, this party is small. Just a few drivers who had been in town or live in Monaco are here with their partners.

Kika and Pierre, George and Carmen, Alex and Lily, Carlos is here along with Daniel. Charles is seated in a solitary chair. The couches have been taken. Daniel and Lando on either side of him.

It feels nice and intimate in a way. She hadn't seen many drivers just get together to hang out like this.

Charles is ever the gentleman and offers her the chair, which she takes. Him and Max are now making themselves comfortable on the floor in front of her.

They're eating, drinking, laughing, and sharing stories from the past. It's nice and relaxing.

She taps Max's shoulder, alerting him that she's going for water and asking both boys if they need anything to which they reply no.

She spots Lando in his kitchen getting a drink. It's not an alcoholic one, just juice that looks like it could be alcohol.

She turns on his tap for water, and Lando jumps out of his skin. His eyes rapidly look between her and his cup.

"I like to mix my alcohol with juice...?" His voice sounds unsure. Does he think it's not okay to just have juice?

"Juice is a good choice, in my opinion. Alcohol is strong and feels funny sometimes."

Lando visibly relaxs. "Promise you won't tell anyone? They laugh at me sometimes when I do this."

"I promise."

~

Lando was around more after the party. He seemed comfortable around her and Max. He'd opened up about his anxiety to them and played far to many games with Max.

What they were not expecting was for Lando to show up at their apartment door at three o'clock in the morning. His breathing uneven body shaking like a leaf.

She knew what this was. She'd had plenty of panic attacks.

She guides him inside to the couch and is trying to asses the situation. Get his breathing to calm down so he doesn't hyperventilate.

It takes ten minutes until he's calm.

"Did something happen?"

"Just a nightmare, and I couldn't calm down after."

"Did you walk here?"

He nods his head yes. Exhaustion flooding his eyes.

"Is Max asleep?" He asks.

"Should be. He sleeps like a rock most of the time." They both giggle. Lando is now able to relax in a calm environment.

They are interrupted by two sets of footsteps. Charles and Max come barreling into the living room. Panic on their faces one minute and embarrassment the next. Lando staring at the with the utmost confusion.

The older boys are shirtless and in sweats. Max's arm protectively outstretched in front of Charles.

"...oops."

~

Lando is not stupid. He may be the youngest on the grid currently, but he's not stupid.

He saw how the three of them looked at each other. Charles definitely touched them both far more than what friends do.

Originally, he thought he was crazy for watching them. Yet he couldn't help but be intrigued. How they all interacted. How they just flowed together.

Now he sits on their couch. Max looks like he's guarding Charles and y/n. The Dutch has yet to sit down and is leaning against the wall. Charles is sitting across from him with the females head in this lap. His fingers running through her hair.

It's a terrible feeling. Like he's left out of whatever this is. Three of his best friends spend all their time together, and he's just here. Young and naïve Lando.

"Did you have a feeling this would happen, Mijn liefje?" Asks Max from his perch on the wall. She shakes her head no in response.

Lando had heard about her knack for predicting future outcomes. He'd heard rumors about magic and tarot cards, but she'd never said anything to him.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here in the extra bedroom, and I can't take you home in the morning."

"That sounds nice, thank you."

~

She woke up exhausted. She felt guilty for not having warned Max and Charles. Her mind to far gone that they were mad at her. She spent her night trying to get any glimpse of their future but didn't get anything useful.

She hid herself away in the master bathroom. The wet towel and the floor her new best friend.

She could smell breakfeast. Max is cooking for all of them. They learned quickly not to let Charles cook. Lest they all die.

She was in bed with them this morning. Only crawling out from their hold when she felt them stir.

Every question puts her further into the fog. Was she going to lose them? Are they upset with her? Is Lando okay with them? Would he tell people?

It's too much for her head.

She goes for another attempt. She knows she's overdoing it. The further she goes with less time in-between brings her closer to the edge of her body going numb.

Nausea creeps into her stomach, but she sees them. Further down the line. Happy and four.

Four? This could be shocking, and yet somehow, she already knew. Her mind just needs a but of confirmation that it's possible.

The nausea gets stronger. Her nose is bleeding heavily. She pushed it past the limit.

They won't mind, though.

~

Max is making breakfast and quietly humming to himself. Charles has his hands on his hips, the two of them swaying back and forth to the tune.

"Do you think I should go check on her?" Charles mumbles into his shoulder.

"She may want space after last night, she was taken off guard and might need to peocess." He explains, then turns his attention back to the pan.

"I'm worried, though. She was crying last night after Lando went to bed, and I don't think she slept."

Lando slides around the corner. His face lighting up at the smell of food. "Can I... can I have some?"

Max laughs at the Brit's excitment. "Of course. I made enough for all of us."

Lando sits himself on top on the counter. Watching the Dutch and Monegasque lean into each other. He takes notice that someone is missing. "Is y/n okay?"

Both boys sigh with heavy concern. "She had a rough night." Explains Charles. His body is fighting the urge to go get her. "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to check on her."

Charles leaves Max and Lando in the kitchen. His legs taking long strides back to the bedroom.

"So you guys all sleep together? Not like sexually- I guess - I mean at night to sleep."

Max smiles at the Brit. His curiosity was nothing he didn't expect. "Yeah, we pile into the same bed at night. All of us sleep better that way."

Lando hums. His palm rubs his face with anxiety. "Would you ever add a fourth?-'m asking for a friend..."

Max already knows. Somehow, someway, he already knows where this is going. "Depends. It took months of discussion before Charles joined us. But I'm sure if the right person came along, we'd be open to it." Max turns around to face Lando and shoots him a reassuring smile.

Lando's cheek tint pink, and Max knows exactly what he wants.

~

Charles leclerc is usually someone who panics. This time was no exception.

He'd seen plenty after his six months of being together with his partners. Particularly how the femal among them is prone to violent behaviors against herself. He's seen all of her powers now and how they affect her if she uses them too much. He's been there to help soothe her after night terrors while Max fetches her water.

He was glad she opened up to him about her past more. He knew the generally what had gone on but no details, nothing like what he knew now.

The prospect of her father coming back for her at some point is what drover her to the breaking point on most days.

Now, Charles is faced with a locked door and the sounds of thrashing from the other side. He'd tried picking the lock, something him and Max both learned to do after instances like this, but his hands are far too shaky to maneuver the pins.

So he does the only other logical thing and breaks the door down. Only enough that he can lean it somewhere and not let it fall on her, but it felt cool to kick it in.

Charles has seen a lot of things, but this is completely new. Her muscles are tensing at a rapid speed, and her eyes are rolled back into her head. Her breathing movements are unatrual.

"Max!"

It takes ten seconds, and he's there. His body and mind reacting to the situation. He's trying to hold her in his arms. Attempting to wake her up from whatever trance she's in.

Max hisses through his teeth when he touches her. Her skin in his searing his hands. Yet, he pushes through.

Charles feels helpless. "What can I do?"

"This has happened before. She must have forced a vision. She'll come out of it, we just need to make sure she dosen't die in the process."

The two boys are then lifting her body of the floor. Charles now carries her to the bed while Max runs around grabbing things. Mostly ice to cool her down. Charles rambles on to her about nothing and everything. Max said they should talk to her, giver her some to help bring her back.

Both of them forgot they left Lando in the kitchen. The Brit left to finish making breakfast in light of their emergency. Again, they are shocked to see his pale face watching the scene unfold before him.

"Can I help?" Is all he can manage.

"Do you want to trade places with me? I think the liquid benadryl might help."

Lando is taking over for Max tentatively. He takes the ice pack from the Dutch and places it on her forehead.

Lando can see the sweat and tears mixed with fresh blood. It's scary, and he's nervous. Why are they not taking her to a hospital?

Normally, she's the one calming him down. She always knows exactly what he needs to hear. He's not been in this position, and it scares him to see her like this.

He slides one hand down to her bicep. His fingers tap out the melody to her favorite song. A trick she used on him to bring him back to earth when he got in his head.

About halfway through, she's sucking in a breath, her body sitting straight upwards. Her eyes are no longer stuck to the inside of her head. She's still sweating like mad, and her body is twitching, but she's awake.

She's breathing heavily. Dry heaving and coughing into herself. Her hands are quick to find Charles and grasp at him, searching for the familiar comfort.

Lando watches her intently. Her sobs are painful. They sound broken, like whatever she's just been through was some sort of of torcher.

"Chéri, can I set you with Lando for a moment? I need to tell Max you're awake." Charles whispers gently. Lando takes note of how he's cradling her. His hands on the back of her head and under her legs to support her weight.

She barely nods her approval. Her body is slid close to Lando, who embraces her. Attempting to replicate what Charles was doing. He finds himself tapping the same melody on her knees.

"Was that you tapping? When I was asleep?" She chokes.

"Yeah, could you feel it."

She nods her head against his body. "You brought me back, thank you."

Lando lets his body relax into hers, knowing he at least did one thing right today.

~

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[sugarcoated-lame]

*no sounds just silent screams*

i like to think you tag these things then giggle knowing i’m gonna see them 🤭💗

*this contains smut, 18+ minors dni 🧡

@sebsxphia seb 💗💗💗 hello, my love! this has been sitting in my inbox for way too long, i am the worst i’m sorry for answering it so late 😭😭

but ok i’m not gonna lie… you’re so right, i literally do giggle sometimes when i reblog these things from you knowing that you’re gonna see my tags LMAO 😂🤭❤️

so that being said haha, forced eye contact with Joel…. yeah 🫠

I definitely think that soft dom Joel looooves gentle forced eye contact. Loves when you go all shy on him, your head tilting back, eyes drifting up toward the ceiling as he kneels at the edge of the bed between your parted thighs.

Strong, rough hands caressing your outer thighs as his plush lips trail sweet kisses and little love bites all along your soft skin, inching closer and closer to your core.

He soothes one of the bites with his tongue before murmuring into your skin, “What do you want, baby?”

“You-your tongue. And your fingers... please.” You just manage to squeak out between shallow, shaky breaths, already losing yourself in the feeling of his gentle touch so close to where you need him most.

Joel plants a kiss on your mound through the thin, lacy fabric of your underwear, his dark chocolatey gaze lifting to watch your expression as you shudder under his touch.

Only, he doesn’t catch your gaze when when he looks up from between your legs, finding your eyes closed and chin pointed slightly towards the ceiling — and Joel won’t have that.

Leaving its perch on your thigh, one of Joel’s big hands lifts to grab your chin. Making no attempt to move your head, but just cupping your face lightly, rough fingers lightly pressing into your skin.

"I won't do anything until you look at me, darlin’. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you tell me what you want."

The stern tone of his raspy voice has your eyes shooting open immediately, thighs clenching around his broad shoulders where he sits between them, a whimper leaving you at his commanding tone.

lashes fluttering as you tilt your head to look down to where Joel rests his head on your thigh, a bashful smile curves up on your lips when you find his steely gaze boring into you expectantly.

Leaning your head down just a bit further to drop a sweet kiss to the hand that still gently grips your chin.

“Sorry, daddy.”

And only once he knows your eyes are on him does Joel ravish you. Long, thick fingers of one hand pushing your pretty little panties to the side and pushing knuckle deep into you cunt, the other hand still gripping your chin as you moan out above him.

“Good girl. Just keep your eyes on me.” Joel commands from those pretty lips of his just before they wrap around your clit.

anyway, I need to go lie down for like 3-5 business days bc my brain is going brrrrr 😵‍💫🫠 thank you so much for sending this my dear, so sorry again for letting this sit in my inbox forever haha 😭 I hope you enjoy and ilysm!! 🥰🧡💗🧡💗

[madzlang]

OOOOO I GOT SUM (completely optional -- I just saw ur request post on my feed 🤪) I'm thinking ...Simon 'ghost' Riley x wife! Reader SFW / Fluff -- where both reader and Simon got twin boys in their toddler years and no one in the 141 knows about it(hell they didn't know he was even married or the fact he has kids)

both reader and Simon have known each other for years (since they were kids) and one day soap decided he wanted to pay his LT a visit along with Gaz after finding out that his LT most likely (although not true) lives in a cabin by himself as a hideout until he has to go back on missions ....thoooo they ended up finding a large house with one of the twins peeking at the window which spiraled into reader finally meeting soap and gaz . . . . Simon is not very happy about it though and just wants to spend time with his wife 🤣

Anyways that's it and I hope ur night/day is going great 🩷

thank youu so much lovely ♥️♥️ hope your day/night is going great too and I hope this is okayy

Always and Forever

simon riley x fem!reader

warnings: nothing really, Simon being possessive?

Simon’s face buried into his wife’s neck as she cooked pancakes for their two sons who were playing in the living room.

He hummed into her neck, his large hands gripping her waist.

“Wanna go get Romeo and Sebby, please?” She asked softly, putting the two pancakes on two plates along with a few cut up berries each.

He shook his head, inhaling her scent and pressing short kisses on her neck.

“Simon.. please.” She breathed out. “The boys need to eat.”

He grumbled into her neck before hesitantly moving away and walking towards their living room, furrowing his brows as he saw his two boys looking out the window.

One of their sons turned around after hearing his father’s footsteps, a grin on his tiny face. “Spiky.” He giggled out, his blond hair messy.

“What’re you talking about Seb?” Simon asked, walking towards his boys and kneeling down behind them, looking out the window, his eyes widening and face dropping at the sight of Gaz and Soap, both of which were standing on the sidewalk, grinning at the toddlers who were waving to them, fascinated by Soap’s spiky hair.

Simon saw both men’s eyes look up at him through the window, their faces showing the same amount of fascination at the two, 2 year olds.

Soap grinned and immediately started walking up their driveway and towards their front door, Gaz following close behind.

“What’s taking so long, Si-?” She got cut off by the doorbell ringing as she walked into the living room. One of their sons ran up to her holding his arms out for her to pick him up, which she did. “Who’s at the door, Si?” She asked as he went to open the door, their other son in his arms.

He just groaned, shook his head, and opened the door, revealing Soap standing there, a smug grin on his face.

“Hey, L.T.” He grinned, Gaz standing behind him, with a small smile on his face. “Who’s this, eh?” He asked, nodding at the small boy in Simon’s arms, who was wiggling around, trying to touch Soap’s hair.

Simon groaned quietly, holding his son back. “This is Sebastian.” He grumbled.

“Si? Who is it?” His wife asked softly as she walked up to stand next to him, their other son in her arms still.

Soap’s gaze moved over to her, his eyes trailing up and down her body.

“I think the question is, who are you?” He asked, grinning.

She smiled back, bouncing one of their sons. “Hi, I’m-.”

Simon cut her off, seeing the look in Soap’s eyes. “She’s my wife.” He said lowly, glaring at Soap.

Soap raised his brows and looked at the other young boy. “And this is?”

“Romeo.” She answered softly.

Soap nodded grinning at her before Gaz spoke up from behind him.

“I’m Kyle.” He said, holding his hand out to shake hers, his eyes glancing at Simon. “We work with.. Simon.”

She raised her brows, shaking his hand.

“I’m Johnny.” Soap said, grinning at her, also holding his hand out.

“Hey. Si talks about you both lots.” She greeted them, not noticing the hostile look on her husband’s face as he continued bouncing Sebastian.

“Would you both like to come in? We have coffee or tea for you.” She spoke softly as Romeo played with her hair, tugging on it slightly.

“We’d love to.” Soap said, grinning as she stepped out of the way to let them into their home.

“Really?” Simon grumbled into her ear, his dark eyes looking into hers.

“You work with them, Si, the least we can do is invite them in. And they seem nice.” She said quietly, handing Romeo to him.

He shook his head, grumbling to himself as he held the two, 2 year olds in his arms.

“Hope you both don’t mind about me having to feed the boys first.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. “Feel free to sit down.”

They followed as she said, both of them looking around the house and at the walls, seeing the many pictures of their family and colourful drawings from the young boys.

“Not a problem.” Gaz said, looking at a picture from their wedding, staring at the unfamiliar smile and look of adoration on his Lieutenant’s face.

Simon came walking in, the two boys in his arms.

“Almost done with their breakfast, love?” He asked, leaning against the counter as he bounced both boys who played with each others hands and hair.

“Mhm.” She nodded, cutting up their pancakes on the small, colourful plates.

She put the plates on the table, sitting down in a chair and taking Sebastian off of Simon and sitting him on her lap, to assist him with eating.

Simon did the same, sitting next to his wife and across from Soap and Gaz.

“So, how long have you two been married?” Gaz asked after a few minutes of silence, apart from the two boys chewing loudly.

“Uhm, around 6 years, right, Si?” She asked him, looking up at him, her arms around one of her son’s torso.

“That’s right.” He said gruffly, one huge arm around the his young son’s body.

She looked at his face and could tell he was annoyed, her brows furrowing as she made a mental note to ask him about it later.

After a few minutes of casual small talk, Sebastian started wiggling around again.

“You okay, sweetie?” She asked her son as he reached his hands out towards Soap.

“Spiky.” He whined, gripping the table with his tiny fingers.

She laughed softly, rubbing his tummy. “You want to touch his spiky hair, huh?”

The young boy nodded enthusiastically, making grabby hands towards Soap.

“You okay with that?” She asked the man, looking up at him.

“No problem. Little laddie can touch my hair all he wants.” He grinned, leaning down so Sebastian could touch his Mohawk.

Romeo then started whining too about wanting to touch his hair because his brother got to.

She looked at Simon expectantly, making his grumble and release his grip on his son slightly so he could lean forward and touch Soap’s hair.

“Hey, you okay, Si?” She asked as he washed the dishes later that night as Gaz and Soap had finally left and the two young boys finally went to bed.

“Hm? Why wouldn’t I be, love?” He asked, turning around and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“You weren’t yourself today.” Her tone was soft as her hands raised up and ran through his messy blond hair.

He shrugged his shoulders, looking down. “‘M fine.”

“Si, don’t lie to me. Tell me what’s up. Why weren’t you yourself today? Was it because of Johnny and Kyle?” She asked, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.

His face pushed into her palm, his eyes fluttering shut. “Just want to keep you to myself, lovie.”

That was a good thing about their relationship, they always communicated and even if they tried, they could never lie to the other.

“What do you mean, Si?” She asked, her brows furrowed.

He sighed, his dark eyes opening and looking down at her. “I just- I want you and the boys seperate from my work. When I come home from being away for work, I want to come home, not somewhere where we’re talking about work. And that includes people from work. Just want to spend time with my family. I’ve spent far too long with all of them for a lifetime.” He spoke lowly, leaning down and nuzzling his nose against hers.

She closed her eyes, smiling as he spoke and his words make her heart flutter. “Love you, Si. Love you so much.” She mumbled, brushing her lips against his.

“Love you too, sweetheart. Always and forever.” He mumbled back, pressing his lips to hers, sealing their everlasting love with a kiss.

[antimonyandthyme]

oscar/mark, a/b/o dynamics

“You’re not being rational about this,” Oscar says, and he sounds surprised, as if he had fully expected Mark to roll over and acquiesce.

In all the time Mark has known Oscar, he can count on one hand the instances in which they’ve butt heads. Most often they rub up against each other with mild annoyances, Hey, answer your phone quicker, this was important, easily solvable things. But this galls.

It isn’t about the offer. Not even that it’d cross every professional boundary in existence, and then throw the whole rulebook into the ocean too. But that Oscar thinks it’s the rational thing to do. Cut and dry, as cold and as clinical as you like.

Oscar’s looking at Mark as if he were a puzzle he can’t figure out. Mark swallows down the fully formed retort on his tongue, Hey, buddy, I don’t know if you’ve noticed in your twenty-something or so years living on earth, but heats aren’t exactly rational—

But that’d just sound petty. And Oscar would just blink at him in that way of his anyway, that way that meant, Why are you so upset?

Mark isn’t in the mood to explain. Definitely not in the mood to explain to someone more than half his age why he doesn’t think it would be a good idea to spend his impending heat together.

“No thank you, Oscar,” he says again.

“But.” Oscar frowns. “I’m right here.”

He isn’t posturing, that much Mark knows, as sure as he is that Oscar would rather roll his eyes than click an extra button to complain on the radio. There are no hidden layers when Oscar speaks, Mark likes that about him. And it isn’t arrogance either. He’s just being frustratingly, infuriatingly, irritatingly, rational.

So Mark has no reason being angry.

“All the same,” he says, as neutrally as he can manage, “I’d rather spend it alone.”

There’s a small, selfish lick of satisfaction at the whipcrack ripple of emotion it causes in Oscar’s expression, which then makes him feel like a giant asshole. But whatever.

Heats. Rational. Sure.

--

When did we get so old, huh, he said the last time Seb visited, and they had ended up mostly napping like two lazy cats in the sun. On a regular schedule the suppressants work fine, throw in jet-lag into the mix and they see fit to wreak havoc on his body. Migraines and loss of appetite, and the doctor had advised to just lay off during the race calendar.

Which, alright, can be done, except there’re three out of four of the yearly heats that would possibly land on a race weekend.

He detests arranging for services during a race, and spending heats alone is no longer the end of the world it once was. Uncomfortable, certainly, but much less now than when he was younger. The good thing about growing old is that you learn some tricks. You listen to your body and its needs, except when it’s fucking whinging for an alpha who’s absolutely out-of-bounds.

Saturday morning has his temperature surging, and he knows making Qualifying is out of the question. He texts Oscar a perfunctory, Good luck, make us proud, and goes to hunker down in the hotel room.

He’s prepared. The mini-fridge’s stocked, and he’s brought an assortment of toys to deal with the gnawing emptiness. It’s routine at this point. Moan and snarl and curse his existence, grow lucid enough to switch the telly on while stroking his cock and fucking himself with a toy, then back to curling into the tiniest, tightest ball in a mass of blankets, all the while sweating and blurting out half his body weight in fluids. Heave himself up to eat a sandwich. Check on Oscar’s times. Dry-heave a little while texting him congratulations. Go back to bed. Rinse, repeat.

The one bone, the one benefit of having regular heats, is that they don’t last long. By evening, Mark’s body has settled into some not-yet-post-heat-but-getting-there state. His dick is still hard, but at least he doesn’t feel the need to give himself rug-burn by tugging at it every five minutes.

Convenient, because the door-bell rings.

“Fucking hell,” Mark says, unimpressed. “What are you doing here?”

He thought he’d made himself exceptionally clear. But Oscar’s here, looking about as far from usual Oscar as Mark’s possibly seen him. Anxious, disheveled, toe-tapping nervous nonsense. Eyes-shifty, red-cheeked. Impossibly endearing.

“I have had a lot of time to think about this,” Oscar says, which in Oscar-speech means he stared into the abyss for a couple of hours thinking about nothing else. “It occurs to me that I’ve been horribly remiss.”

“You talk like an old man,” Mark says.

“I’m trying to apologize,” Oscar says, agitated. “I didn’t mean to. Offer so flippantly. As if your heat has no significance.”

There is no significance, is Mark’s knee-jerk response, but even he can see it for the lie it is.

“I… was hurtful without meaning to be. I’m sorry, Mark.”

Mark nods stiffly. He might be out of deep waters, but the ache of loneliness takes some time to dispel. Best to close the door in Oscar’s face soon before his body gets any stupid ideas. “Apology accepted,” he says.

Oscar opens his mouth. “That’s not all.”

Of course it isn’t. Oscar smells like pine and those godawful expensive vanilla candles and this is just not a very good time. “Go on,” Mark says, through gritted teeth.

“I wasn’t being truthful earlier.”

Mark blinks. “About?”

“Rationality,” Oscar says, and suddenly it’s as if he hates the word. “That was never why I offered. I thought. I thought it’d be the only reason you’d accept. If I could make you see it as something easy. You’re here, I’m here, you know? Might as well.”

“Oscar,” Mark says faintly.

“Mark,” Oscar retorts. “You get what I’m saying, right? I offered because I want to. You know. Be the alpha in your heat. Christ. Is that how people go about saying it? I don’t fucking know, mate. I just want to help you, like you’ve helped me.”

Oscar sounds as if he’s practiced this in front of the mirror. Practiced it and then gone and fucked it all up anyway, because his ears are bright red and he’s looking as if he wants the tiled hotel floor to swallow him up. He’s staring at the ground, or, quite possibly, at the line of Mark’s erection through his sweatpants.

“Mark. Could you say something please?”

“I don’t think—”

“That it’s a good idea, yeah, I got that earlier. Could I hear something honest, please?”

Oscar’s never once asked Mark for anything. Sure, manager duties aside, Mark busting an arm and a leg to pave the way for a certain career aside, Oscar’s never once asked Mark for more. And now he’s asking, heart on his sleeve, and Mark’s too worn down to say anything but—

“It’d be nice.”

Oscar whips his head up. All hopeful, like a pup promised a treat. “I—what—really?”

“Nice, and completely irresponsible of me.”

“Okay,” Oscar’s saying, and already he’s leaning in toward Mark, shuffling eagerly forward such that he’s breached the doorway. “Okay, but. It’d still be nice, right?”

"Yeah," Mark sighs. “Yes.”

Oscar takes one more step forward. Something clicks in the right direction when he places one hand on Mark’s jaw, and the other on his hip. A lock being turned in place, a scale being tipped. Something like that.

Quick on the uptake, never slow to see his moment of win, greedy, hungry, opportunistic. All traits of a good Formula 1 driver. That’s his boy.

Mark closes his eyes. Regret can come tomorrow, after the race. He pulls the door shut behind them.

[kiatheinsomniac]

hiii i see you're taking requests for black butler so i'd like to submit one, hope it's alright 😊 could you write a sebastian x female reader wherein reader is ciel's older sister (she knows seb is a demon and also his contract with ciel) and seb has a soft spot for her and is always gentle towards her because she looks exactly like his former lover who was also a demon and the only one he ever loved. then reader got sick one day and ciel ordered him to attend to her needs and not leave her side (he intends to do so without ciel ordering him), reader is touched but also confused by seb's caring actions towards her so she asks him why he's like this to her and he answers "you look exactly like her" then tells her the whole story, reader doesn't know why but she kinda feels deja vu bcs of that. then few days later when reader has recovered she goes to seb to thank him and kisses him (bonus: ciel and the others caught them in 4k 😆) i understand if you ignore this if the details are very specific. still, thank you 😊

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: omg it's been years since I've written for Sebastian! Since my Wattpad days lol

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sebastian x Ciel's sister! Reader

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You groaned at the light pouring in from the doorway as it opened, hiding under your duvet instead so that the light wouldn’t worsen your headache. The sound of the door clicking shut was followed by the wheels of a trolley and footsteps, but you didn’t need those details to know who had entered the room. Sebastian had been looking after you while you fought your way through this illness. Your little brother had ordered him to do so but you knew that, order or not, he would have done so anyway. 

You let out a sigh and pulled the duvet away from your face, the room now dark once more with only the pale moonlight filtering in through the curtains: enough to allow you to see but not enough to intensify your headache. 

“Dinner, my Lady.” The dark-haired butler spoke quietly, mindful of your pounding head, as you shifted upwards, making your cat Daisy at the end of the bed stir awake to check up on you through one open eye before closing them once again. Ciel had been so against you getting a cat but you were his soft spot, the big sister that had brightened up his childhood, always taking him on days out and playing with him in the garden, teaching him the strategies of chess and skipping dance classes with him to get the snacks from the higher shelf in the kitchen that he couldn’t reach. He was the man of the house now with your father being gone and so he just couldn’t say no when you looked so happy with the feline (you have rules to keep her away from Ciel though). Sebastian was almost happier than you were with the outcome. 

“Thank you, Sebastian.” You smiled softly as he removed the cover from the dish to reveal a mushroom soup with buttered bread. Your mouth watered at the sight of the still steaming, sliced loaf and how the butter had melted over it with it being so fresh from the oven. A tray was set on your lap and you quickly tucked in, tearing the warm bread apart and dipping it into the steaming soup, blowing gently on it to assure it wouldn’t burn your tongue. 

Sebastian poured you some tea and set the cup and saucer on your nightstand, pulling at the fingertips of one glove to remove it. The back of his palm pressed to your forehead while you ate, checking your temperature and giving a little hum. You still had a cold sweat to you but you weren’t alarmingly burning up like you had been doing yesterday. It seemed you had powered through the worst of it. Sebastian removed his other glove and set it down on the trolley before picking up Daisy to scratch under her chin and play with her paws, admiring her toe beans and the way her claws would come out when pressed on. Daisy liked Sebastian a lot, arguably more than she liked you and you had to admit that it made you a little jealous in moments like these. As long as she was happy though, you weren’t too bothered. 

The two of you sat in comfortable silence other than short little lines about how cute Daisy was or how you were feeling until Sebastian took your empty bowl from you and replaced it with a generous slice of red velvet cake. 

“You spoil me.” You quipped as the dessert was revealed to you, placed on the tray upon your lap. 

“As the only Lady of the house, it is only fitting that you receive the proper treatment, is all.” He replied, making you smile warmly. It was true that you liked the attention from your brother and the staff as the only Lady of the Phantomhive family, you were rarely left wanting for anything. 

“You say that and yet I know that you defy the Lord of the house when you take me on particular outings into the city or sneak me desserts well past the appropriate time like this.” You replied as you cut off a mouthful of cake with the edge of the fork, humming in delight at how spongey it was paired with the smooth filling. He gave a soft laugh at having been caught out. 

“Then perhaps, yes, I do spoil you, my Lady.” 

“Oh, I never will get you to call me by my name, will I? I don’t care for formalities within my own home as Ciel does, you know this.” You truly had insisted on Sebastian calling you by your name as opposed to your title – you had successfully convinced the rest of the staff to do so and yet Sebastian seemed stubborn. You let out a sigh that Sebastian playfully rolled his crimson eyes at. You adored those eyes: unique and inhuman. You knew how your brother returned from being ‘lost’ those few years ago, you knew all about his deal with a devil and the true nature of the butler who diligently served the last remaining members of the Phantomhive family every day. “Come on, just say it: Y/n. Y-n.” You drew out the sounds of your name. He simply shook his head and resumed petting Daisy. 

“And if I order you to call me by my name?” 

“I would have no choice but to comply.” 

“Because you’re one hell of a butler, right?” You teased. 

“Precisely, my Lady.” You narrowed your eyes, knowing he was just pushing you to order him. 

“Then I order you to call me by my name, Sebastian.” You said before taking another bite of cake. 

“Very well. If that is what you wish, Y/n.” You beamed a triumphant smile at him. You stayed silent for a while as you finished your cake, happy with your win before breaking the silence. 

“You care for me without Ciel needing to tell you to do so, you spoil me rotten and yet you keep a distance. Why? Dare I suggest you seem afraid of something, Sebastian?” You asked quietly, shuffling forwards and reaching out to pet Daisy with him, finding that this conversation would go easier if lacking eye contact. 

“It takes a lot to scare someone like me, Y/n.” You liked how your name sounded on his tongue. 

“So, what is it then?”

“Nostalgia, perhaps? Longing? A restraint for fairness?” 

“You know how I so hate riddles, Sebastian.” You replied simply, feeling Daisy headbut your hand and yet it was a stroke from your butler that got her purring. 

“You look just like her…” You knew he was looking at you now and yet it took you a moment to gather enough courage to look in his crimson eyes. You daren’t interrupt him. 

“Who?” You prompted quietly when he went silent for a while. 

“I had a lover once, she was a demon such as myself.” His lips pulled into a tight smile, “The sort that is unsavoury for a lady’s ears.” Ah, a succubus. You knew that Sebastian wasn’t above seduction when out gathering information for your little brother – had he learned from this lover of his? “She was so very dear to me and while us demons are very resilient, we are not indestructible.” He was interrupted by a mew from Daisy. 

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You piped up after a while of quiet that quickly grew uncomfortable. 

“Thank you…” Was all Sebastian said in reply, “However, I have a new Lady to concern myself with and so I must insist you rest more.” He tucked you back into your bed and tenderly brushed the hair from your forehead, gazing upon you for a moment too long before wishing well for your health and promising to check up on you later. 

“Sebastian?” You called when he was at the door, wincing at how it made your head hurt, “Could you bring me tea and another slice of cake when you come to check up on me?” He smiled at the hopeful glimmer in your eyes, knowing he would cave to bringing you something sweet so late in the night. 

“Of course, Y/n.” He replied with a wink and a finger to his lips for you to stay quiet about him breaking this rule for you. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

You beamed a smile when you stirred awake to the sound of the door opening, Sebastian coming in with that familiar trolley and setting a tray on your lap while you sat up excitedly. Daisy was happy to know she’d be fussed again too, getting up and stretching her legs while your tea was poured for you. 

“It’s a shame that we can’t share this.” You mused. 

“Wouldn’t that mean there would be less for you?”

“Well yes, but I think that the act of sharing something you enjoy with someone dear to you is even better than having it all to yourself, wouldn’t you agree?” You were as unlike your brother in as many ways as you were like him and it was amusing to the demon. 

“In some cases, I suppose.” He replied as he set your tea on the nightstand and then sat on the edge of your bed, watching you eat the sweet cake. His hands were combing through Daisy’s fur and yet his eyes were on you: more specifically the cream cheese frosting at the corner of your mouth that you hadn’t seemed to notice was there. Your attention was caught by his little laugh, muffled behind a hand before you furrowed your brows at him. 

“What?” You asked, his smile infecting your own lips. 

“You have a little something…” He reached forwards to wipe it away with his hand but you captured his wrists and set them in your lap instead, leaning forwards. 

“Where?” You asked with faux innocence. 

“Vixen.” He replied and yet he leaned in all the same. 

“Well?” You hummed once he was close enough that his breath was fanning over your lips, “What are you waiting for?” Your body seemed to tense up and completely melt at once as his lips met yours. They were cool and soft against your skin, still slightly hot from your recovering fever and you shuddered pleasantly at the small flick of his tongue against the corner of your mouth. Sebastian’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the room as he gazed upon you for a moment before closing them once more and leaning in, only to freeze. Your lashes fluttered open, unsure as to the reason for his hesitation but he explained before you could open your mouth to ask. “The young Lord is calling for me.” You shared in his frustrated sigh before swooping in for another peck to his mouth. 

“Go and sort him out then come back to me, hm?” You asked softly, thumb swiping over his knuckles. 

“Of course, my Lady.” You pouted at him not using your name and he laughed gently, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips. “I’ll be back momentarily if I can help it, Y/n.” 

“Ok…” You felt in a daze as he got up from the bed and left the room. 

You hoped Ciel wouldn’t keep him for very long.

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[luuuucas]

Comments on the Canadian GP 🇨🇦

1— I enjoyed the practices pretty much ngl. It was nice to see Jack and AM doing some work

2— “Keep it fresh Canada. Cheers” and Nano’s face😭

3— CRAZY STARTING GRID. Not my personal favourite being a Tifosi but very interesting

4— “@lancestroll you already know what I’m about to ask”

5— George being an ICON and giving us the pose ily

6— Ollie’s reaction to 11-12 😂

7—Logan talking to George during the parade 🥺🥺

8— Mary McGee supporting Mr Hamilton

9—Both Haas going crazy during the 5 ten laps and then dying immediately after

10—“Its predicted to stop raining in 15” and then starts raining five minutes later

11—“No, I don’t like that answer” and Brian’s “we are shit anyways”

12—The moments before Lando passed Max it was an absolute “there’s a Man in the woods” situation

13—Ham-Alo fight enjoyable as per usual

14—Alex’s overtake in lap 31 was absolutely amazing and not talked about enough

15—“Focus, George, Focus”

16—George went crazy when Lewis was about to pass him

17—"You are far too good to people out on track, Max"

18—Everyone hitting against the sing and then Yuki completely crushing it during the race.

19—Max saying Charles next world champion and the passing him before the dnf

20— DANNY RIC POINTSSSSS

21—Double AM points

22—Look I’m not even an Ocon fan but they messed his race awfully and still acted mad with him.

23—MAX VERSTAPPEN 60th WIN

24—The camera on Max’s bottle was hilarious as usual. Do it again.

25—

26—Post race interviews where Mia is showing Charles what he has to say and he goes like “I’ll say whatever I want” and then go like “I’m really pissed off”

27—He went back to his depression settings and started addressing Max by his last name- give this man a break

28—George getting all flustered with Danny’s smack

29— Kika’s story was very sweet

30—Diana of Wales, you lost first place but will never be forgotten ✊😔

31—J V 🤮🤮🤮🤮

32—

33— Oscar is way to polite. We need Seb to be his mentor now SASSY OSCAR ON TRACK ASAP

34—Lastly, I don’t get how F1 fans can be so disrespectful. People were cheering for Lando during National Anthem like brother in Christ.

+ Also, want to talk about Crofty’s comment on needing lighter drivers like Liam or Yuki- absolutely disgusting, we can do so much better guys.

[neptunescore]

Kinda off topic, but do you think that people forget that F1 is BOTH a drivers championship and constructors? People complain that certain drivers are washed and if they had a different car they wouldn’t be as successful. I saw Zak Brown (I hate him sm, I don’t even have a valid reason I just do LOL) say how Max is great but he wouldn’t win championships without RedBull dominance. But isn’t that the point? Almost every championship was won by a championship level car. That’s how dominance happens BECAUSE it’s whichever team is the best at the regulations. It’s literally why FIA always changes the regulations, people expect we’ll see a drivers true form when they are in a different car. Also he said how Lando would match Max in a straight fight and… I’m sorry to say but their grids when they began were two different worlds. I respect Lando as a driver and person (I did question his comment on the Orange but it is whatever, no one knows if it was for PR or out of his own mouth) but we have literal past champions and experts talking about the driver’s expertise. I’ll admit the car is a huge play (maybe like 70%) but the driver is who makes the difference. A good example is Lewis. I love him but everyone knows Mercedes downfall. He showed how much the car plays a role but also how good the driver has to be. We’ve seen him in China sprint be able to get second place because of good setup from the team and because he was able to make that difference. You can argue for many drivers such as Seb, Kimi, hell maybe add Max when he didn’t have the best car on the grid, they all won races even without the best car. Even if those wins were through safety cars or just plain strategy, which is something some teams really struggle in. McLauren happened to be the best car in Miami and had a good start (dare I say luck too) but you can also see from the other teams that everyone was struggling. No one improved their times Q3, a lot of complaints about the cars not being right. This is turning into a Zak Brown hate speech now but I think it’s important that he realizes for Lando to matchup with top drivers like Max or Lewis he needs consistency. Something that drivers such as Charles is good at. He’s still young and he has time but currently? He doesn’t stand a chance in equal machinery, different from what Zak previously stated.

Sorry for my rant!! I went off topic myself but I just think a lot of people in the media (cough twitter) forget how many teams care about the constructors championship more than the driver’s one. No one is a car merchant because there is no way you can make the car’s equal in all fields. Even if the driver isn’t the most important bit their expertise is what makes the difference!

...heyyy (im so sorry it took me so long to answer this ask anon😭, I swear I would've done sooner but at that point all of my asks were just hate crimes and I was NOT feeling the vibe. I'm back now!!!❤️🤗)

But anyway, YOURE SO RIGHT NONNIE. Ugh and this is smthng that acc makes me so irritated sometimes, bc in the end, f1 is more business than it is sport and teams NEED sponsors. I feel like alot of ppl forget that, like the drivers and teams literally DO have to pay to remain in the sport.

This means that the whole point of a team is to build the absolute best of a car they can, especially for teams at the top (rbr, ferrari, mclaren, mercedes), bc that's what the sponsors want. That's what the drivers WANT. They WANT a dominating car. They WANT a car that's 1 second ahead of the wholeass grid. They WANT that. And if top teams don't deliver that then yes, they ARE gonna lose both drivers and sponsors.

I feel like so many fans forget that f1 is literally the MOST competitive sport. No driver wants to be out there in equal machinery. They just want to WIN. Sponsors don't care how competing cars have been beaten, they just want the team they've picked to be ON TOP.

Now, away from all the money talk, fans who put EVERYTHING a driver achieves on to the 'car' just piss me off. You literally cannot be saying that. You cannot be saying max's dominance is only bc of the car when this man has a 20 SECOND GAP to the next car, while his teammate is literally fighting to make it to q3. Like please. Go look in the mirror and think abt ur comments bfr they leave your mouth😭. Monaco also proves that so well, the redbull car was absolute SHIT there, and max still managed to put it up in p6.

Who is not a Zak brown hater in this economy nonnie😌✊🏽, dw I completely get u. Literally no points to add to that bc everything uve said is so right. I feel like Zak just puts lando on a pedestal that lando has NOT achieved. There's still a long way for lando to go, and while I am happy for him and his first race win – Zak brown immediately saying lando is a championship competitor right after it is just hilarious to me😭. Like slow down bro, chill.

All in all, consistency is KEY. And literally not one driver wants to be in a car that's the same as their competitors.🤗

Edit: also nonnie, can I ask who ur fave team/ driver is?? I just like the way you talk and I wanna know so bad now.

[starkwlkr]

love potion no. 9 | sebastian vettel

teenage!sebastian vettel

summerween series

Sebastian Vettel was a flop with the chicks. Every girl he talked to would ignore him and walk away. What was wrong with him? Did he have something stuck in his teeth or was it his braces?

He didn’t let it get to his head until he met Y/n L/n. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Everything about her was perfect. A girl like Y/n could never be seen with a nerd like me, thought Sebastian. She was the prom queen, everyone liked her, she had the best grades and she was most likely going to Yale or Harvard.

And what did Sebastian have? The reputation of being the school’s biggest nerd. How could he ever be with the most popular girl in school?

It all started when a Halloween dance was announced at school. Everyone was excited for it especially since they could wear costumes. Most couples were already thinking about their couples costumes. Sebastian had nothing in mind. He could go as Beetlejuice or maybe Peter Parker (not Spider-Man, everyone dressed up as Spider-Man). His thoughts were interrupted when his dream girl sat across from him at the table. It was study hall and he spent it in the library along with several other students.

“Hi.” Y/n L/n said to him. “Sorry I didn’t ask, but is it okay if I study here? I can move if you want me to.”

“No!” Sebastian said rather loudly. “Um . . I mean you can stay. No one is sitting there.”

Y/n smiled at him then proceeded to sit across from him. She took out her books and notebook and began to study. Sebastian didn’t get much studying done. He kept glancing at her, wondering if maybe he could start a conversation with her. By the time he actually built up the courage to say something, the bell had rung signaling the end of study hall. Y/n was already gone.

“Stupid.” Sebastian whispered to himself.

The days leading up to Halloween dance were pure hell for Sebastian. He heard many rumors that Jason, the most popular boy in school, was going to ask Y/n to the dance. That couldn’t happen, no! Sebastian needed to take you to the dance. Since it was a costume required dance, he needed the best costume to impress you so he looked through his old yearbooks and pulled up the class pictures from grade school. He found her name and read over her likes and dislikes, hobbies, and what she wished to be when she grew up. Every kid had a page like that, some kids changed, no longer liking Barbie or toy cars, but Sebastian never did. He still liked comics, cars, old movies.

You never changed either.

Likes: Star Wars, the color pink, almond M&M’s

That’s it! Star Wars was his answer. It was pretty obvious that Y/n would chose to go as Princess Leia so Sebastian bought pieces of clothing to resemble Han Solo. He hoped that she would be impressed.

The day of the dance finally came and Sebastian was nervous. All around him people were dressed as witches, pirates, devils and angels and what was he dressed as? The captain of the millennium falcon.

He stood around hoping to spot Y/n, but there was no sign of her. Maybe she stayed home . . . This was a stupid idea anyway. Sebastian was defeated so he walked to the gym door and was about to leave when he bumped into Y/n in her costume.

“Holy shit! Han Solo!” She gasped when she saw Sebastian in costume.

“Princess Leia . . .” He cracked a smile. Y/n was dressed in Leila’s outfit from The Empire Strikes Back. “Hi.” He shyly said.

“Hi, Seb! I didn’t know you liked Star Wars? I love it! My brothers don’t so I really have no one to talk to about it, but maybe you and I could—”

“Y/n!” A friend of hers ran up to Sebastian and Y/n. “What are you wearing? We agreed to be cats!” She gestured to the fake drawn on whiskers and cat ear headband. “You look . . ”

“Pretty. She looks pretty.” Sebastian cut in. He really didn’t know where he got the confidence to speak up, but he was glad he did.

“Sure,” her friend rolled her eyes. “I don’t think Jason would like a prude for a girlfriend.”

“Well I’m not here with Jason.” Y/n stated. She then grabbed Sebastian’s hand and pulled him away from her friend. “You can have him!” She and Sebastian ran down the hall to god knows where. Sebastian didn’t really care in the moment. He could believe he was holding hands with her, especially dressed as Han Solo and Princess Leia.

Y/n and Sebastian ended up in the art room where they were laying on the rug staring at the painted ceiling.

“And don’t even get me started on all my ‘friends’! One of them called my dad hot! It was so uncomfortable so I stopped inviting them to my house.” Y/n revealed. She laughed it off knowing she was never going back to her friends.

“Oh god.” Sebastian chuckled. “I didn’t realize you knew my name.” He changed the topic.

“I’ve always known. We’ve been in each other’s classes since grade school!” Y/n pointed out. “You’re a really cool person, Seb, and I really like being with you.”

“You’re the only person who calls me Seb, you know. I like it.”

Y/n giggled. “Did you drink some of the punch?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Amber Marsh spiked the punch.”

So that’s where the confidence came from. Thank you Amber Marsh I guess, thought Sebastian. He couldn’t remember how many times he had gotten punch.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” The boy and girl continued looking at the painted stars on the ceiling.

“I like you.” He admitted.

“I know.”

That was the closest they got to their Han and Leia moment until a year later when Sebastian finally said ‘I love you’ to Y/n. She replied with the classic ‘I know’ line that made Sebastian’s nerdy teenage heart melt.

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[mopeyy]

Seb request? Alright.

Sebastian and Slytherin!Reader (female) are on a cute little date at the black lake. Reader tries to get Sebastian to join her for a swim, but he refuses (something about it being dangerous to swim in that water). Reader just laughs and pulls him in anyway.

Dangerous Waters

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Authors notes: This request was so cute! I hope I did a good job to write what you might have been picturing.

The sun outside was bright and hot, but you and Sebastian were protected under the leaves of a tree. Sebastians head was in your lap as you ran your fingers through his brown hair, overlooking the vast lake Infront of you. You loved days like this with Sebastian. When your schoolwork was turned in and the only thing you had to do was count the freckles on his face. Days like this were perfect. Almost perfect. The heat outside was starting to get to you but seeming as you had already taken off your robe you didn't know what else to do. You were about to undo the first few buttons of your blouse when suddenly the lake seemed more enticing than ever. You let a mischievous smile pass over your face as you just had the greatest idea. Sebastian caught the look you had and instantly knew that something bad was brewing. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" You didn't answer him as you gently moved his head off your lap and stood up. You started to make your way towards the water when he started to speak again behind you, "Oh no, MC. You're not doing what I think you're doing." You only flashed him a smile over your shoulder before discarding your blouse and skirt completely. You took a few steps back before bolting towards the water and jumping in. Sebastian yelled something as you jumped in, but it was all muffled as you submerged yourself into the lake. You stayed under for a while until you had to swim back up to get some much-needed air. When you resurfaced you saw Sebastian sitting at the edge of the lake. "Oh Merlin, I thought you'd drowned." You laughed at this before swimming up to him, "Why don't you come join me? Its way better then baking in the sun." He shook his head at this, "I'm quite fine where I am." You raised a brow at him in question, "What is it, does the Mr. Sallow not know how to swim?" You teased. He only scoffed at this, "He does know how to swim, probably better then you." You made an offended gasp before lightly splashing him with the water. "Come in and show me how well you can swim then." He rolled his eyes at you, "I'd rather not swim in dangerous waters. Haven't you heard about the Giant Squid that lives in there?" You suppressed a laugh before swimming away from him, "I have no idea what you're talking ab-" you cut yourself off, pretending that your leg got yanked by something underwater. Sebastians face flashed with worry before his cheeks turned a light pink when he realized you were only joking, "Thats not funny MC, the squid is real." You swam back up to him before grabbing his arm and giving it a tug, "Well then come in and protect me from it then." "Darling, don't you dare." You only laughed before pulling him into the water with you. You guys spent the rest of the afternoon fooling around in the 'dangerous' water, and it was still the perfect day.

[callmehopeless]

Ok I just had to Google what ‘himbo’ meant cause I keep seeing this word thrown around and SURELY we’re not calling Seb a ‘good looking but intelligent young man’ HE HAS READ ALL THE BOOKS IN THE LIBARY, he has to break into the Restricted Section to find new material to read! He might lack common sense but boy isn’t not intelligent 💚🐍

Say it with me everyone

You can be book smart and still be a himbo. You can be a genius and still dumb as fuck. The himbo is a state of being - the himbo is a dimwitted foolishness that comes from ambling through life, imposing yourself on the nearest person like an ape. Sebastian Sallow reads many books and knows a lot of things, but he's also driven by small brain energy

Sebastian Sallow is a smart boy who is controlled by dumbassery. Stupidity. Big Moron Energy. Sebastian is uncontrollably idiotic. He knows the right answer and chooses the wrong one anyway because he is a rabid, feral creature of a boy

Sebastian is an uncontrolled force for chaotic neutral himboism. Think of him like Thor, akin to Marvel's Avengers. Probably smarter than most people in the universe: but dumb of ass. Thicc of brain. A babe, but at the cost of crucial material needed to not be absolutely fucked

[peachesandhunii]

UUUUMMMM

The reunion was okay I guess

Hazel and Kyle pissed me off a bit bc regardless of Hari and Max being there, why would yall just be necking so loudly on the plane? I personally don't wanna hear that. Yall can't chill for a minute. Like damn. Bye.

Hari get over it. Look at how she treated you in the final. Pull them pannies up and block her.

I dont care about what Sienna is doing. My man don't want her so 🤷🏾‍♀️ Bye.

Max you should've known what was gonna happen messing with my opp. Imma spin the block for you tho.

Liam is soooo.... Idk but I just want him to stfu. Really a podcast bro? Stop trying to erase Nicky and Seb. Doom and Gloom forever. And what a 🫤 mixture. Sienna AND Hazel 🤨 with Liam 🤨🤨 it's cause I hate them all

EMEL!? I thought we were cool LMAO. I never saw this bitch as competition honestly. I was very clearly reading the tone of these situations wrong. I thought she was my MESSY bestie. Like she'd be shady and messy but we were always cool. Girl you know I don't want Oakley (he's on my list tho). What are we competing for? 😂 I still love her tho 🤞🏾

Claudia? Have beef with your man for liking me. Don't have beef with me. You should've left with Bea 🤷🏾‍♀️

Sophie can actually get hands stop talking to me any type of way, you foolish walnut ass bitch. Her pinto bean ass needs to know when to shut up. You don't know when you're left on read? Bye

Jack want me real bad 🫦 too bad I don't care for plain white bread. Anyway you're my opps man and I refuse to stoop down to that level.

Luna really is holding onto beef over a nigga that SHE didn't truly want. What exactly do you like about him besides his looks? Answer. QUICKLY. I'm sitting here breaking my ribs laughing at his jokes so he knows what time I'm on and you don't even wanna admit anything. But you're still holding animosity for me? Bye

Tyler...

Shawn 🤨

Bea sis why didn't you jist hook up with Claudia

Logan 😐

Bella I've missed you 🫦

Irl I would've gave Jin a piece of my mind. You wanna text SOPHIE!?!? You know I don't like this bitch 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 He always trying to be "cordial". Honestly I like guys that are nice BUT know when not to be. Anyway...

I'm gonna be on zillow looking for our house 🫦 I love him fr Jin is going into my personal litg hall of fame. 🤭 Time to do some editing 😜

[beechersnope]

Trick or treat! Any girl Seb? 🥺

deserted island au be upon ye

***

“You shouldn’t be wandering around the jungle at night.”

Mark whipped around and pointed his flashlight towards the source of the voice that had interrupted his careful examination of the jungle floor. He sighed when he caught sight of Seb’s cherubic features in the bright beam of his light—a bit of relief, but mostly exasperation. After their first few tumultuous days on the island, it had become clear that Seb wasn’t interested in making any friends.

“No one died and made you leader,” Mark muttered as he turned his attention back toward the strange tracks in the mud that he’d stumbled across just a few minutes earlier during what was intended to be a quick midnight piss.

“Not yet,” Seb replied.

When Mark finally gave up on finding more tracks in the thicker undergrowth that had obscured the rest of the trail, he finally turned back only to find that Seb was still standing there in the dark. “What the hell do you want?” he demanded.

Seb’s expression didn’t change at all. “The gun you stole from my cabin,” she replied coolly.

Mark stared at her with a grimace. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. He took a step forward, intending to push past Seb and head back to camp, but a strong hand around his bicep stopped him in his tracks.

Mark looked down at Seb, whose threatening aura was undiluted by the fact that she was half a foot shorter and unarmed—as far as Mark knew, anyway. There was no telling what she might have managed to bring ashore during the storm, before Mark and the others had a chance to conduct a thorough search of the ship for supplies in the days following the wreck.

“Why would someone on a search and rescue vessel need a .45?” Mark asked calmly. He was all-too aware of the bulk of the pistol pressing against his lower back, just a few inches from where Seb’s fingers were wrapped around his arm.

Mark was ready for her when Seb suddenly moved, darting to the side to try and reach around him to grab the pistol from where he’d stashed it in the back of his pants. Mark jumped out of the way and lunged forward, seizing Seb around the waist and tackling her onto the ground before she could make a second attempt to retrieve the weapon.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Mark said once he’d successfully pinned Seb to the ground, her arms twisted back behind her, and her hips cradled securely by his thighs.

“Do it,” Seb spat out. As soon as the words left her mouth, it started to rain, a torrential downpour appearing out of nowhere that filtered readily through the jungle canopy to soak the ground below.

“What?” Mark asked, bewildered by her response.

“I see the way you stare at me when you think I’m not looking,” Seb panted with her face pressed into the mud. “I know you’ve wanted to fuck me since we left port. So just do it.”

There was a litany of reasons why giving in to those urges was a very, very bad idea. But in that moment—with nothing around them but the jungle and the deafening rain, and Seb’s warm body pressed up against him separated by only a few layers of fabric—Mark wasn’t thinking clearly.

Mark reached down between them like a man possessed, his hands frantically tearing at his own zipper before yanking at the waistband of Seb’s cargo pants. There was nothing romantic or even dignified about it, just lust amplified by anger and need, wrapped up in the desperate existential fear that they might soon meet the same fate as the missing plane that they’d been searching for.

The longer they remained on the island, the harder it got to think any further than the next dawn, and it was this exact frame of mind that had Mark rutting between Seb’s thighs, pushing into her before he was even fully hard, and fucking her so roughly that both of them were covered head to toe in thick black mud by the time he finished only a few minutes later.

Then the rain stopped, just as abruptly as it began. Mark rolled over onto his back and stared up through the small gaps in the canopy at the brilliant array of stars that dotted the sky. He was only peripherally aware of Seb still lying next to him, and it didn’t register until she’d slowly picked herself up and walked into the jungle that she was going the wrong way.

“Hey!” Mark called out after her as he scrambled to his feet. “The beach is the other way! Seb!” It was only after he started to walk after her that Mark realized the familiar heft of the pistol tucked into his pants was gone. “Son of a…” Mark muttered to himself as he turned around to pick up the weapon from wherever it had fallen in the small jungle clearing. But when he returned to the muddy wallow where he and Seb had just lain, there was nothing there.

Mark stared out into the dark jungle where Seb had disappeared. He let the anger build and build—frustration at allowing himself to be swindled, and fury with Seb for putting them all at risk, and for what?

“Seb!” Mark yelled again at the top of his lungs.

She couldn’t have gone far, Mark rationalized. And if he returned to camp to wake Lewis or one of the others, there was every possibility that the sporadic bursts of rain might erase her tracks entirely.

Mark sucked in a deep breath and turned on his flashlight, catching sight almost immediately of Seb’s heavy boot prints in the soft mud.

It didn’t take him long to find her. She’d gone maybe half a mile before stopping in another small clearing not unlike the one they’d both just left. Mark was fueled by righteous anger as he marched up to Seb, who was standing in front of a tall, thick tree trunk staring silently up into the canopy, as though oblivious to his presence.

Mark grabbed her by the wrist with a violent jerk. “Where is it?” he demanded.

Seb didn’t even glance at him. She barely acknowledged his presence at all, instead staring wide-eyed up into the tree with a look of terror that seemed completely alien painted over her typical show of bravado.

Her reaction gave Mark a moment of pause. “What?” he asked her, wondering even so whether this was just another trick. But when Seb slowly raised a hand to point up into the canopy, Mark slowly followed the vector of her outstretched finger—only to find a pair of large reflective eyes staring straight back at him from within the darkness.

Mark didn’t hesitate. He seized Seb around the waist and flung her over his shoulder, running as fast as he could back the way he’d come, hoping that whatever animal it was that Seb had seen in the trees wasn’t following them—or that if it was, they could at least hope to outrun it.

When they reached the edge of the jungle, Mark immediately collapsed onto his hands and knees. Seb went tumbling into the sand before managing to catch herself. Where Mark had stopped, she kept running, out into the ocean where she finally paused with the waves waist high as she turned around to stare back into the jungle.

“What was that thing?” Mark asked as he picked himself up again, taking a quick look over his shoulder to make sure that they hadn’t been pursued.

Seb shook her head as Mark drew closer. He could see the light from the fire back at camp, just a few hundred yards down the beach, but every ounce of his focus remained on Seb for the moment.

“I don’t know,” she said breathlessly. “It was dark, I couldn’t…I don’t know what it was.”

But Mark could tell from the petrified expression on Seb’s face that she’d seen far more than she was willing to admit.

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - how the media team (and ty) would stop the boys argument

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pov: the boys can't stop arguing and the media team is getting really tired of it..

warnings: arguing, arguments, getting angry over a situation, i think that's all? let me know if there's more!

type: wholesome

members: all of them + bae, angel and manager ty!

note: y/n is not included in this one!

we already know how the boys are when they argue

they're talking back

their recent argument was so dumb

they were arguing over a music playlist

let's put that in context: the boys needed to clean the house, do some organisations in their rooms.. all these kind of stuff

(the rest of the hc is under the cut)

and kane suggested to put a music playlist on the house's speaker so everyone could hear it anywhere in the house

raising his left arm in excitation, seb smiled widely

"WE HAVE TO PLAY THE WEEKND'S SONG!!"

even though the boys loved his song, they weren't really in the mood for that kind of music

"nah bro, let's play rap music!" regie said

"rap music?! bro, it's so fucking bad!" darren exclaimed while scrolling through his phone "we have to play some good vibes music!"

oliver sighed "guys, let's not argue about that. we can always change the playlist every 15 minutes or so, so everyone can hear their music for a little while"

justin rolled his eyes "y'all suggestions trash for real"

seb sighed "guys, let's finish this argument. we'll play the weeknd's music! his song are super dope, and you guys can't tell me otherwise"

"fuck off seb. we always put his songs. let's put something different, like keshi's songs. they're all good!" exclaimed azngami

"keshi? really bro?" jp laughed not agreeing with ryan's style of music "it's not rocking hard enough"

while ryan was talking back, kane raised his hand and smiled

"since i'm the one who suggested to play music, i think i should be the one to decide the music"

"man's going to put anime music.." regie said under his breath

"HEY ANIMES SONG ARE FRICKING GOOD-"

seb rolled his eyes and took his phone and started to search for the bluetooth's connection

"the weeknd's songs are good too, kane. we should put his songs. we all went to one of his concerts, so i don't understand why we're still arguing about it."

"we're still arguing about it, because y'all have bad music taste." justin said "let's put tiktok songs and that's all"

the boys quickly started to talk louder and louder, while explaining why their songs were the only right answer and why they should put them on the speaker

"hear me out.. anime songs are usually without any english lyrics and have fast beat which mean to us doing the cleaning more faster and not being distracted by the lyrics or the beat. it's proven!" kane calmy explained

"nobody want to hear your fucking anime music, kane! we should put rap music, we'll be more effective due to the rapidity and it can make everyone's happy!" regie added

oliver sighed

"let's just play a random playlist on youtube.. let's stop arguing about this boys.."

justin rolled his eyes and sighed

"or let's just play lofi."

all the boys looked at justin

"what?? lofi is a good style of music to concentrate and do the chores. it's proven!"

silence..

"let's do oli's idea. let's put a good vibe playlist and that's all" ryan sighed while hearing the argurment reasoning in the living room

"let's just play the weeknd, guys. we all like his songs, anyways!"

"forget about him, bro! we won't put him on the speaker!" justin said

"boys, let's just play keshi's, okay? he's a good artist, i promise"

oliver rolled his eyes "at this point, let's just use our own headphones and listen to our own music"

"let's do it. because there's no way i'm going to listen to animes music.." sebastian said while laughing

"animes are good!! what are you talking about?!"

"kane.. nobody want to hear your anime shitty opening" regie nonchantly said

"i thought you loved these?"

"i do, but i won't listen to them during a cleaning session???"

"i have a solution!" seb said raising his voice

"if it's about the weeknd, you can shut your fucking mouth up" justin and darren said

"c'mon guys! we all love his music, it's like the best solution right here!"

"man's obsess with the weeknd" ryan quietly laughed with kane

without knowing it, the argument was getting louder, and louder.. to the point, the media went in the living room to stop the argument

"CAN Y'ALL SHUT UP?!" bae exclamed

"BAE, HELP ME. THEY DON'T WANT TO PUT THE WEEKEND'S MUSIC. PLUS, I'M THE YOUNGER, SO I SHOULD BE THE FIRST ONE TO CHOOSE."

"shut up seb, i'm the older. i should choose first. you choose last"

"WHY!!! i'm the youngest! it's like in board games: the younger start!"

while the others were complaining over seb's fav artist, they didn't see ty, who was standing right there in front of them

"I thought I told you guys to clean the house, not to argue!"

"y'all are for real serious..." angel said while checking the boys' face

"what is it even about?" ty said

before the boys could even talk, oliver stood up fom the couch and sighed

"they've been arguing over music playlist. i tried to stop them, but they're really stubborn"

ty sighed and looked at the media team in a desperately way

"y'all can go finish editing. i'll take care of them"

bae and angel did thumbs up and quickly went back to their editing job, leaving ty and the boys all alone in the living room

"you guys are fuking stupid, sometimes."

"do you like the weeknd, ty?"

"SHUT UP WITH HIM, BRUH" oliver said raising his voice to his brother "we won't put him on the speaker if it doesn't make everyone happy!"

"oliver's right."

"then, what should we play? we all have our own musical taste!" ryan asked "and seb, don't even open your mouth for this"

"chill, i wasn't going to"

tyler rolled his eyes and sighed like if the answer was obvious

"y'all seem to forget you did songs. let's just play your nsb playlist and that's it"

after a little five minutes of comments and proposition, the boys were (finally) agreeing with ty's idea

"alright boys, now that we all know what's going to be playing, you can now CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH ABOUT IT. thank you"

"seb, you're doing the toilets!!" ratan said while laughing with oliver

"what? why me?!"

"we don't have speaker in there, so you'll be able to listen to the weeknd!"

"whatever.."

i hope you liked it anon! thank you for your requests!!

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