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blueberrybirdsworld · 2 months ago

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Collision 4/20

Summary:

Lando always had a type : blonde, models, not ready to settle down. Yet once he met her, all his world is changed and he slowly start to realises maybe he was wrong all this time.

It's a prequel story of The Cat Distribution System, on how Lando Norris fall in love with Ariana. Could be read seperatly.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : SMAU, Fluff, slow burn, enventual smut and angst

Warning : none

CHAPTER 4 : SMAU

Serie Masterlist

@landonorris

Life lately: city nights, soft lights, slow things 🎼

@pietra you forgot “dragged to the ballet and actually kinda loved it” 😌🩰

@maxfewtrell he's lying. man was into act II don't let him pretend otherwise

@carlossainz55 slow things? who is this poetic new version of you

@formula1fashion slide 4… tux?? okay classy king

@curiouscatfan is that a program for The Nutcracker? 👀

@slowcircuits love this whole soft mood. winter season lando is ✨

@arianariverria

Opening night in Royal Opera still lingers in my limbs. Thank you to the ones who made it feel like gold 🩰🤍

@ballerinasoflondon You were luminous on stage

@velvetdanse this is what grace looks like

@stagequietly saw you last night — truly breathtaking 🩰

@quietballetgirl this bouquet is straight out of a novel. you’re magic.

@balletfansunited whoever gave you those flowers has taste 😍

Instagram Story – @pietra

@f1casuals not pietra casually giving us ballet night with the lads content 😭 I love it here

@ballerinasonthegrid wait was doing Lando and Max at The Nutcracker??

@fashionf1blog tbh obsessed with this whole aesthetic

@quietobserver32 Lando looked like the adoptive son of Max and Pietra

@f1winterwatch #LandoNorris seen by fans at the Royal Opera House in London for opening night of The Nutcracker during winter break. Dressed in full tux and accompanied by close friend Max Fewtrell and Pietra Pilao, the McLaren driver was photographed looking very out of his usual element.

Fans were quick to clock the ballet program in hand — and even quicker to spiral. Sources say he stayed through the full performance and went to the after show gala, according to Max’s own comments he was “weirdly into Act II.” 👀.

@f1girlie lando norris watching ballet in a tux… literally what dimension is this

@chaoticgrid so we all agree this is Pietra’s doing right??

@curiouspitlane "weirdly into Act II" IS THE FUNNIEST THING I’VE EVER READ

@formulafits not me falling in love with winter opera lando. he’s just like a victorian novel character now

@gridgossipgirl he’s not suddenly into ballet y’all 😂 he prob just got roped in by max and pietra

@f1curiosity don’t forget it was donors night at the Royal Opera… PR move?? 👀

@midfielddreams let’s be real: this is 100% media team damage control for the party boy Lando headlines

@offtrackantics tbh i wouldn’t be shocked if McLaren told him to show face and act classy for once lol

@slowburnsundays he looked good. that’s all i’m taking from this. tux Lando supremacy

@gridoverdramatic we’ve gone from ibiza yachts to ballet in a month 😭 PR team is working overtime

@f1goat not buying the “soft boy era” spin yet. we’ve seen the club videos. we remember.

@quietlyofftrack maybe he was just trying to support pietra. like. sometimes guys do wholesome things to balance the chaos

@fansofthegrid i know everyone’s like “image change!!!” but honestly?? maybe he just likes dressing up and sitting down for 2 hours

Texts messages :

Unknown Number hi so, this might be weird unless it’s not? I don’t know

Ariana Who is this?

Unknown Number right, yeah sorry it’s Lando from the other night I get your number trough the dancers contact list I hope it's okay, I swear I’m not weird

Ariana …Norris?

Lando yes, that one Formula One guy bad-at-tuxedos guy

Ariana I remember You weren’t that bad at tuxedos

Lando 😅 thanks I practiced standing still in a mirror beforehand

Ariana Impressive. So, what’s this text about?

Lando right, yeah ok so this isn’t like a thing like it’s not a date not that I wouldn’t, I mean it could be not that it has to be I just thought—

Ariana Breathe.

Lando okay resetting hi again

Ariana Hello again.

Lando I wanted to see if you might want to come to this gathering thing, not like a wild party or anything just friends, pizza, blankets, probably candles Pietra said something about fairy lights and “safe vibes”

Ariana That’s… quite the pitch

Lando I panicked halfway through and committed to the bit

Ariana I could tell So you’re inviting me to a not-a-party?

Lando yes, very chill Max is hosting and Pietra’s coming no pressure at all, if you hate it you can pretend you weren’t even there

Ariana Are you always this nervous when texting?

Lando only when the person I’m texting is kind of intimidating and elegant and casually tore my ego in half at a club once

Ariana Fair And do you usually invite said people to pizza nights?

Lando no, this is a new thing trying something different slower quieter less… tequila and regrettable decisions

Ariana I appreciate that Maybe

Lando maybe yes or maybe “I’ll disappear for three months and never answer again”?

Ariana Maybe yes if I’m not busy and if the playlist isn’t terrible

Lando Max made the playlist so yes it’s terrible but we can change it if you come

Ariana Tempting

Lando pls come I already told Pietra I invited you and she’s going to mock me forever if you don’t

Ariana Send the address I’ll think about it

Lando [📍Shared Location] okay sent thank you for being gentle with how awkward I am I swear I’m cooler in person actually no, that’s probably a lie

Ariana It’s fine I don’t like cool people anyway

Lando 😳 I’ll take that as a win

Taglist : @angelluv16, @httpsxnox, @anunstablefangirl, @chocolatemagazinecupcake, @mayax2o07, @freyathehuntress, @verogonewild, @esw1012

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dailyanimatronics · 1 year ago

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[ID: a drawing of tux helen henny smiling with her eyes closed in a dancing pose. she's drawn fat. her wings are up, and one foot is taking a step backwards. there are two yellow triangles to show excitement and a purple music note. the drawing is in pink tones. /end ID]

hen my beloved

#art #chuck e cheese #cec #helen henny #tux helen #tux era

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vee-nice · 1 year ago

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Tux Chuck

Another version idk if i like this one

#chuck e cheese #cec #tux chuck #tux era #chuck e cheese art #stuff:D

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rosie-love98 · 29 days ago

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About Chuck E.'s Tux/Cool Era Origin Story:

Specifically this 1994 article:

As the article stated that Chuck E. was born around 25 years prior, would that make his birthyear 1969? Or would be 1964 due to the Tux Era starting in 1989?

@fragglesesamemuppetz2 @pasteldustart @uxinaki @bowowark @bluezippyy @dailyanimatronics @showroomcertifiedzine @lilpaste @chlorinewaterdrinker @cottagecoresposts @miss-couch-potato

#please help #pizza time theatre #chuck e cheese #chuck e cheese tux era #tux era #cool era #chuck e cheese cool era

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 2 months ago

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𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓽 𝓦𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓘𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓐𝓤: 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭

special mention to @cosmiiwrites for inspiring this AU in the first place :}

I’m going to preface this by saying this version of Charlie is quite different from her canon counterpart; much more mature and emotionally intelligent and not as naive. (I gave her critical thinking skills and empathy) Still very bubbly and friendly, but not so childish.

Despite knowing that sinners are in Hell for a reason, the exterminations are still kind of a rough time for her, what with all the bloodshed. But she understands why it has to happen and that it ultimately puts these souls out of their misery.

Much more proactive concerning the lives of hellborn demons, doing her best to make existence easy for them. It is their native home after all.

The hotel isn’t for redemption, it’s just something she likes doing, especially after Lilith left.

Charlie was close with her dad, but definitely a mama’s girl growing up. Once the idealistic lense she viewed her mother through was cracked, she needed something to fill her days. Besides, she’s always had an affinity for taking care of people.

She also has made jobs for hellborn demons who need them, and pays wonderfully. Housekeeping, cooking, bartending, etc. and they all get their own quarters.

Charlie and Ronnie (I renamed her Veronica, and I still have yet to flesh out her role in this AU) aren’t dating yet, as much as she would like to. She just has a lot on her plate and knows she’s just not yet ready to get back on the dating scene, especially after her last relationship.

As busy as the hotel keeps her, she makes sure to call Lucifer at least a few times a week.

Looooves 20th century stuff, just something about it sparks joy in her. She’s about 200 years old, so the fashion, films, and music of that era hold a special place in her heart. She has all the Don Bluth and Steven Spielberg movies, and Thumbelina is her favorite.

She has a genuinely good heart, of course, but can be impatient sometimes, which leads to her slipping up and making a wrong turn every so often. But despite all that, she’s mature enough to admit when something is her fault and owns up to her mistakes.

Her passion bubble isn’t as near the surface as it was several decades ago, but she still gets riled up sometimes. (I’ll do her Big Scary™️ design if this gets enough notes)

also yes she has a Customer Service Voice, and it gave the others some major whiplash the first time they heard the difference.

Now regarding her design

I wanted to give her some actual body mass so she doesn’t look like she might break if you hug her too hard. I know Viv designed her after a porcelain doll, but her skin being just straight up white never really sat right with me, so I give her some pink undertones and red accents in her ears.

For her horns, I really just changed the position and shape, and they’re out 24/7.

The inconsistency of her face spots in the show bothered me a tiny bit so I replaced them with the little hearts on the apples of her cheeks. (hehe lol)

I took away the red in her bangs because I wanted her hair to actually make sense. Both her bubble braid in the series and her hair in the pilot bugged me in some way, so I found a middle ground. Seriously, I feel like they were really just trying to rip off series Rapunzel with her, so I did her a proper justice.

As stated in this post here, her tux in the series really grins my gears, so I fixed that :>

I imagine that after a long day of running the hotel, Charlie would change into something a little more loose fitting than her work uniform, and I wanted to see her wearing something other than red so I tried out some cooler tones for her leisure outfit.

If I had a quarter for every time a character in this show wore a bow tie, I could probably get myself a diet soda, so I replaced hers with a garnet heart bolo tie, which doubles as the pendant of the choker necklace she wears off the clock.

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tuxxydo · 1 year ago

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elena nation, we fucking won!

#elena arcade mode leaked #street fighter 6 #street fighter #elena #brawl avenue #tux's doodle era

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zlataisawsome · 2 hours ago

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I’m back!

I took a weeklong break from social media to clear mind from things. While on that break, I decided to finish up an abandoned WIP I had since February! I’ve been wanting to do more parody album covers since I did the GBH parody back in January so I hope y’all enjoy this! Devo is one of my favorite bands so I had to pay a tribute

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stargrillzz · 25 days ago

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Lucky girl

summary: You got to kiss Sebastian Stan (on his bald era omg), damn, aren’t u a lucky one? xoxo

The red carpet at the premiere of The Thunderbolts is a literal sea of flashing lights, microphones, celebrities, and stunning gowns glittering under the evening sky. Your heels click softly against the rug as you step out of the black SUV, instantly greeted by the familiar screeches of your name and hundreds of shutter sounds echoing like applause.

You’re glowing—draped in deep emerald green satin that hugs your body perfectly, subtle sparkle dusting your shoulders. The press has already gone feral online since the trailer dropped, and now? Now they’re calling you “the lucky girl who gets to kiss Sebastian Stan in 4K.”

And they’re not wrong.

Because your character—Sage, the all-powerful, enchanting witch��is entangled in a slow-burning, electrically charged situationship with none other than Bucky Barnes. And yes, the chemistry? Absolutely criminal. But behind every smoldering stare and whispered line, behind every intense scene with trembling hands and close-up kisses... is Sebastian. Your best friend.

Your very hot, very flirty, very not-dating best friend.

You walk the carpet alone for now, Sebastian arriving separately as part of Marvel’s staggered PR plan. Still, his absence doesn’t stop the questions.

"Y/N! Over here! One quick question!" a blonde interviewer calls out. She’s holding a sleek mic with Entertainment Weekly branded on it. You pause, flashing your signature red carpet smile.

“Of course! Hi,” you chirp.

She smiles wide. “Okay, first off, you look like actual royalty tonight.”

You giggle. “Thank you! Sage would definitely approve.”

“Speaking of Sage,” the interviewer leans in slightly, her voice teasing, “how did it feel filming such... intimate scenes with Sebastian Stan? I mean, come on—you two were giving serious heat. And he's kind of the hottest man alive right now, no pressure.”

You blink. “Honestly, I thought the wigs would distract everyone.”

“They did not.”

You fake pout. “Shame. We had such nice wigs, plus Seb's bald now so...”

“Okay but for real,” she leans in conspiratorially, “what was your real reaction when you found out you had to do all those intense, steamy scenes with Sebastian Stan? Be honest.”

You raise a brow. “They gave me a heads-up, and I was like, ‘Okay, yeah. Acting. Professional. No big deal.’ And then I saw it was Sebastian... and I texted him immediately like, ‘Guess we’re gonna be making out a lot." you smiled .

She laughs. “And what did he say?”

You do your best impression of him, low and casual: “‘Can’t wait. Bring breath mints.’”

You're both laughing when Lewis Pullman appears at your side, handsome in his deep navy tux, his presence warm and familiar. You grin.

“Lewis!”

He swoops in like a rom-com lead, pressing a kiss to your cheek and slipping an arm around your waist. “You’re stealing the show, Y/N,” he says with a mock sigh, “and making the rest of us look like amateurs.”

The interviewer perks up. “Bob and Sage had some pretty intense scenes too! How was it working together?”

You and Lewis exchange a glance and burst into laughter.

“She slapped me five times,” he deadpans.

You gasp. “You deserved it! Bob kept betraying her! Also I was method acting,” you defend yourself.

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?” he looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

You’re both laughing again, leaning into each other like two chaos twins. Lewis has always been easy to be around. A good friend. A great scene partner.

Then—

“Take your hands off my girl,” a familiar voice cuts through the noise behind you, playful but with a razor-edge undertone. I

You glance to your other side and there he is.

Sebastian Stan.

Sharp jaw, no hair, tailored black suit that fits like sin. He’s smirking, but there’s an unmistakable gleam in his blue eyes as he reaches down and gently pries Lewis’s hand from your waist.

Lewis lets out a dramatic gasp. “Oh no. I’ve crossed a line.”

Sebastian steps between you with exaggerated slowness, wrapping his arms around you from behind like he’s claiming you in front of every lens. You laugh as his chin finds its way to your shoulder.

Lewis lifts both hands. “I surrender to the Winter Soldier,” he jokes, retreating backward. “No hard feelings.”

“Love you, Lew!” you call after him, blowing a kiss.

Just as your fingers flick out toward the air, Sebastian catches your wrist mid-motion, tugging it down. “Hell no!” he yells, holding you tighter. “I’m still recovering from the forest kiss scene between you two. Let me have this.”

The interviewer, now fully invested in this dramatic live soap opera, raises an eyebrow. “So… you don’t like sharing, Sebastian?”

He frowns. “I’m an only child. Sharing was never my thing.” He press his lips together and raised a shoulder.

You elbow him gently. “You shared your cereal with me on set.”

“Yeah,” he says, dead serious, “because you were hangry and I feared for my life.”

You lean into him, giggling. Before your heart can fully explode, the interviewer recovers, eyes wide with delight.

“Okay, I have to ask: How did you two manage to have that much chemistry in such emotionally complicated scenes? Like—what was the secret? Because it felt real.”

You and Sebastian exchange a look, and for a moment, everything around you falls away—the cameras, the crowd, the lights. It’s just you and him. Your teasing fades, and something warmer, softer settles between you.

“We trust each other,” you say quietly.

Sebastian nods. “Yeah. We’ve been close for a long time, and we’re super comfortable together. That makes all the difference when you’re filming scenes that intense.”

You glance up at him, and he smiles like he means something more than what he's saying. Like maybe he’s not just talking about acting.

The interviewer grins. “Well, you’re a lucky girl. Not only did you get to kiss Sebastian Stan, but also Lewis Pullman!”

Sebastian's smile drops into a playful scowl. “Don’t remind me,” he grumbles, throwing his head back, still holding you close, “I’m gonna kill him.”

You snort with laughter, your head falling back against his shoulder. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Am I? Or am I just passionate about my craft?” he teases, arms tightening around you.

“Your craft?”

“Making sure no one else kisses you.”

You pretend to gasp. “But what about acting?”

“Oh, I’m method now too,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours. “And in my method, Sage ends up with Bucky. No question.”

You flash a mischievous smile. “You know this is being livestreamed, right?”

“Good,” Sebastian says, pulling you close again. “Let the world know: Bucky Barnes doesn’t share. And I don’t either.” his face turns serious to the camera.

The cameras are still clicking. The interviewer is still grinning. But it’s clear—you and Sebastian have created a moment. One that’s blurring the line between script and reality more and more every day.

And maybe, just maybe, the red carpet isn’t the only thing heating up tonight.

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The afterparty is chaos.

The rooftop is packed with celebrities doing that very specific rich-and-unbothered laugh, cameras flashing under violet lights, drinks in every hand. Someone from Euphoria is dancing on a table. There are seven different conversations happening around you, but all you can focus on is the man at your side: Lewis.

You're tucked into a dimly lit corner lounge, both perched too close on a velvet couch. Your heels are long gone, drink half gone, and Lewis is leaning in just a little too much—like he’s daring you to do something about it.

You laugh at something he says—loud, exaggerated—and lay a hand on his thigh, partly for balance, partly because you know who’s watching from across the room.

Sebastian Stan.

He’s standing near the bar, nursing a whiskey and glaring over the rim of his glass like a man plotting a murder.

“You’re gonna kill me,” Lewis whispers, grinning like the devil.

You blink innocently. “Why? What’d you do?”

He glances at Sebastian and whispers, “That man’s been trying to set me on fire with his eyes for fifteen minutes.”

You snort, then lean into Lewis’s side. “Maybe he’s just mad you made me moan in that cabin scene.”

“Oh, you made the noise,” Lewis says, raising an eyebrow. “I just held your hips and prayed.”

You both laugh, and Lewis tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. It’s soft. Gentle. A move straight out of the rom-com handbook.

You pretend not to notice that Sebastian is now walking directly toward you, murder in his eyes and jaw clenched so hard you swear his molars are screaming for help.

Lewis notices. “He’s coming,” he says under his breath.

You grin and throw your arm around Lewis’s shoulders.

“Y/N,” Sebastian says coolly as he arrives, eyes flicking to Lewis’s hand on your bare thigh. “Having fun?”

“Oh, loads,” you purr. “Lewis was just reminding me of that day we filmed in the lake, remember? When I had to sit in his lap soaked to the bone while he whispered in my ear?”

Sebastian’s eyes narrow. “Oh, I remember.”

Lewis smirks, wiggling his brows. “She kept slipping. Real slippery witch, this one.”

You let out a scandalized laugh and lightly slap his chest. “Don’t call me that.” Sebastian cuts in, reaching down and physically removing Lewis’s hand from your thigh.

“Okay,” he says with a tight smile. “Time for someone to go get another drink.”

Lewis raises both hands. “Hey, man, we’re just talking.” He stands, hands raised in surrender. “I’ll leave you two to your... unresolved tension, again.”

You dissolve into giggles, letting your arms loop around his neck. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You’re evil,” he growls. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Me?” you say, mock-offended. “I was just talking. Being friendly. Laughing.”

He leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“You touched his thigh.”

You grin. “And?”

“I know that look on your face,” he mutters. “You were trying to kill me.”

You tilt your head. “Did it work?”

He groans under his breath. “You’re insane.”

“You’re possessive.”

“You love it.”

You hum. “Maybe I do.”

This was incredibly incredible. You two had never been so obvious about your flirting and your desire for each other. I mean, everyone could tell, but you were feigning insanity. The extra drinks really gave you the courage you both lacked to be able to confront each other about what you both wanted.

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. His hands are still around your waist, but his grip tightens just slightly. His eyes drop to your mouth, then rise again.

“Say it,” he whispers.

You blink. “Say what?”

“That you wanted me jealous.”

You shrug. “Maybe.”

“That you like when I get territorial.”

“Maybe.”

“That you think about kissing me every time we film a scene and I touch your neck.”

Your breath catches. You’re definitely not grinning now. That hit somewhere deep.

“I—” you start.

But then, once again, the universe decides you don’t get to finish that sentence. A reporter—cheerful, bubbly, and so unaware of what she’s interrupting—appears next to you both.

“Hi! So sorry, can I grab you two for a few quick questions?”

Sebastian lets out a sigh that sounds suspiciously like a growl.

You nod sweetly. “Of course!”

The interviewer smiles, clearly giddy to have both of you in frame.

“So,” she begins. “You and Sebastian have some of the most talked-about chemistry in Marvel history. Like, it’s wild. How did you build that kind of… connection?”

Here we go again. Damn.

You blink slowly, trying not to laugh. Sebastian’s hand is still on your hip, fingers curled with purpose.

You clear your throat. “Well, you know… we’re just really close. Like, disgustingly close. We’ve known each other for years.”

The interviewer beams. “Right! Friends-to-lovers energy.”

Sebastian smirks. “More like friends with tension.”

You nudge him with your elbow. “Or friends who pretend not to want to climb each other like trees.”

The reporter gasps, delighted. “So how do you keep it professional."

You and Sebastian both start to talk at the same time. Then pause. Then laugh. You answer first. “Lots of deep breathing. And threatening to punch him if he looked at my boobs again.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes. “Okay, first of all, your boobs were out. Second, the director told me to look.”

You turn back to the camera. “Anyway, it’s been a dream filming with these guys. Real gentlemen. So cuties and very talented lips.” you joked.

The reporter finally thanks them and leaves. Surprisingly for you, Sebastian also leaves. You understood perfectly well that he didn't like you mentioning...well...Bob, again.

You lower your voice. “I wasn’t really flirting with Lewis. You know that, right?”

Sebastian doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes flicker over your face, searching.

“I just…” you continue, quietly. “I don’t know what we’re doing. I don’t know where the line is anymore.”

He steps closer. “Then let’s cross it.”

Your heart stops.

He leans in again—close enough that his breath hits your cheek. “Let’s cross it and burn it down behind us.”

You can’t breathe. You can’t think.

“Sebastian…”

He dips lower. His mouth brushes your jaw.

“You want filthy?” he whispers. “You have no idea how filthy I could be if I didn’t have to pretend this was a game.”

“Okay,” you whisper. “Let’s talk about that".

"Yeah, we’re going to talk about this, at my place...right now" He grins. Sharp. Dangerous.

“Lead the way.” you whispered.

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The second the door to Sebastian’s apartment clicks shut behind you, the silence is almost deafening. No more cameras. No more lights. Just the low hum of the city beyond the windows and the sound of your heels clicking softly against his hardwood floor as you walk in ahead of him.

You hear the door lock. Then—

“You’re insane,” Sebastian says from behind you, voice low and still laced with the bite of jealousy that’s been simmering since the afterparty.

You turn slowly, one brow raised. “Why?"

He looks at you feral "that mini-dress, fuckying killing me"

“You’re the one who watched all night and didn’t do a thing about it,” you tease, legs crossing, your dress riding just a little higher. “I figured maybe you liked it.”

“Oh, I did.” He stops right in front of you. “Liked it so much I nearly walked across that party and threw you over my shoulder when he touched your thigh.”

You smile slowly. “You should’ve.”

There’s a beat of charged silence. Then he steps between your knees, crowding your space, his fingers trailing up your exposed thigh like he’s daring himself.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, voice thick with want, “how close you were to starting something we wouldn’t be able to finish.”

Your breath catches as he leans in, his mouth barely brushing yours.

“You really think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me every time we had to film a kiss?” he continues. “Or how you made that noise in the lake scene—the one that wasn’t in the script?”

You tilt your head, your voice breathy but teasing. “We were acting.”

His mouth brushes your jaw, then your ear. “You weren’t acting. Neither was I.”

And that’s it. The thread snaps.

You pull him into a kiss—fast, hungry, weeks of tension exploding all at once. He groans into your mouth, one arm winding around your waist, the other gripping your thigh like he’s never letting go. You don’t know who’s guiding who anymore, but suddenly you’re flat on the couch and he’s over you, lips trailing down your neck, teeth grazing your collarbone in a way that makes you gasp.

“You’re evil,” he mutters against your skin, kissing the corner of your jaw. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Yeah?” you manage between kisses. “And what am I doing now?”

“Trying to ruin me.” He sits back just enough to strip off his shirt, watching your eyes trail over his chest like you’re starving. “And it’s working.”

You laugh breathlessly, tugging your dress over your head and tossing it somewhere—anywhere. “You’re not exactly resisting.”

He looks down at you—half-naked, flushed, waiting—and groans, dragging a hand through his hair like he’s trying to keep it together.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

You pull him back down by his belt loops. “Then stop wasting time.”

He kisses you again, deeper now, rougher, and you swear the air between you crackles. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your ribs, cupping your jaw as he breathes you in like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

“You were killing me with Lewis,” he says hoarsely, pressing hot kisses down your neck. “Touching him, laughing like that, letting him call you ‘slippery.’”

You gasp a laugh. “Jealous?”

“More like homicidal.”

You hum. “Well, you’ve got me now. Do something about it.”

He growls, actually growls, and the next thing you know, your panties are gone, his pants are gone, and the only thing between you is one last shred of self-control—which neither of you has any interest in keeping.

“Tell me you want this,” he says suddenly, voice quiet but intense.

You stare up at him, legs wrapped around his hips, heart racing. “I’ve always wanted this.”

That’s all it takes.

When he finally sinks into you, you both go quiet—like the air’s been punched out of your lungs. His forehead drops to yours, his eyes locked on yours as he begins to move, slow and deep, like he’s trying to memorize every sound you make.

You lose track of time—of how many times he makes you shake, makes you beg, makes you laugh between moans when he says things like “You gonna flirt with Lewis now, sweetheart? Or should I remind you who made you scream tonight?”

And God, the way he holds your face when you come undone is almost worse than everything else. Because it’s soft. Real. Worshipful.

“You’re mine,” he whispers at the end, breath ragged. “You don’t get to do that shit with anyone else anymore.”

You’re too dazed to be smug. But you still whisper, “Possessive much?”

He kisses your temple. “You love it.”

You smile into his skin. “Maybe I do.”

He grins against your cheek, still wrapped around you, and murmurs, “I hope Lewis hears you screaming next time.”

You laugh. “You hope?”

He shrugs. “I might leave the window open.”

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You wake up tangled in a mess of white sheets and warm skin, the sun sneaking through half-closed blinds. There’s a weight draped across your waist—an arm, heavy and possessive even in sleep—and the unmistakable press of a broad, bare chest at your back.

You try to move.

The arm tightens.

“No,” Sebastian grumbles into your hair, voice raspy and wrecked. “Mine.”

You snort softly, blinking at the sunlight. “You say that like you didn’t absolutely destroy me last night.”

“You’re still breathing. Barely.” He noses your neck lazily, then mutters, “Need to try harder next time.”

You hum, stretching a little under the sheets. “There’s going to be a next time?”

His head lifts just slightly, enough for you to feel the smirk against your skin. “Sweetheart, after what you did to me on that couch, you’re never getting rid of me.”

You laugh, turning to face him. His hair’s a mess, his stubble is rough, and he looks unfairly good for someone who kept you up half the night saying things you’re absolutely never repeating in public.

The phone on the nightstand buzzes. Once. Twice. Then three rapid pings in a row.

Sebastian groans again. “Don’t. Let it die. Don’t ruin this moment.”

You glance over, squinting at the screen. “It’s Lewis.”

Sebastian makes a strangled noise. “Block him.”

You grin. “He sent a selfie. He’s outside. With coffee.”

Sebastian shoots upright like he’s been electrocuted. “WHAT.”

You’re giggling now, absolutely no shame. “He says—and I quote—‘I heard the window sex. I brought peace offerings and noise-canceling earbuds.’”

Sebastian drops back onto the bed with a groan of despair. “I hate him. He’s banned. He’s not allowed near you. Or this apartment. Or air.”

You’re laughing too hard to respond at first. “You did say you hoped he heard.”

“I meant metaphorically! Not literally!”

Another ping. You look again.

“Okay, now he’s saying, ‘You’re welcome, Stan. My flirting finally got your dumbasses to bone. Took you long enough.’”

Sebastian sits up, grabs your phone, and types something furiously. Then pauses. Looks at you.

“Can I send him a picture of the hickeys?”

You grin. “Only if I can be in it.”

He turns to you, eyes flickering with that same heat from last night. “Say that again and we’re not making it to coffee.”

Your hands slide up his chest. “Not a problem. I like my breakfast hot and mouthy.”

His grin is filthy. “That so?”

Before you can answer, he’s kissing you again, dragging you back down into the pillows like he didn’t already spend all night wrecking you, like he’s still starving. You melt into it—laughing against his lips, loving how smug and possessive and still somehow your ridiculous best friend he is.

You break the kiss long enough to whisper, “So… this a thing now?”

He tilts his head, brushes his thumb along your jaw. “Was a thing the second you made that lake scene way too real.”

You smile. “And the possessive streak?”

He kisses your neck. “Only when Lewis is breathing near you.”

You smirk. “Guess we’ll have to invite him over more often.”

Sebastian pulls back, scandalized. “Woman.”

You laugh so hard you almost fall off the bed.

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