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EACH OTHER BEST KEPT SECRET | Sebastian Vettel

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sebastian vettel x carlos gf!reader

summary: seb's is feeling like shit and the only thing that will make him feel better is having a one night stand with carlos sainz's girlfriend

word count: 4328

warnings: cheating, y/n is carlos sainz's gf and seb is married to hanna (pls do not cheat to your partners!). smut (oral, both female and male receiving; fingering, p in v). curse words. slight degradation. narrated on seb's pov. use of y/n y/l/n.

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Mick was by my side with a drink in his hand. He was constantly smiling despite getting a worse result, which only made me feel worse. I had dragged myself here so as not to look bad, and all I felt was that I was letting him down and had become more of a burden to him.

How could I enjoy this crappy party when all I wanted was this season to end when it just started?

"Do you really think bringing me here would help me?" I asked him as I waited for the seventh drink I thought I had taken. "I'm not in the mood, and I'm too old for this."

"I know you're not feeling well, Seb, but you need to disconnect a bit. Trust me, you will feel better.”

I reluctantly agreed.

I tried to smile at everyone who greeted or simply looked at me. I even tried to mingle among the bodies swaying back and forth, as drunk as I was, but it was impossible.

I was disappointed with myself. From being a threat on the track to seeming like a rookie.

"You don't look like a rookie, Seb. At least, not like me."

The voice of the recent Haas addition snapped me out of my thoughts. Had I said that out loud?

"Remember why you started all this, Seb," the boy continued. "The passion you have is still there. What's different are the results you're getting."

"Did I speak out loud?"

"This is the definitive sign for me to realize you’ve had enough alcohol today,” he pointed at my glass, filled to the brim with gin and tonic. "That's the last drink you're having. I don't want to drag you to your room. What would Hanna say if she saw you like this?"

She'd probably want me to have a good time, for sure.

"That I should stop drinking, or what?" I replied to Schumacher.

"Exactly. Don't let the pressure collapse you, Seb. You don't deserve that."

After talking a bit more about the disastrous first race of the year that we both had, Mick dragged me to the center of the dance floor. I refused several times at first, insisting that I wasn't one to let loose in front of others, but the boy was so enthusiastic, and I was so wasted, that I decided to go along with him and the atmosphere.

I moved not as timidly as I expected to the rhythm of the music, setting aside my worries and, above all, starting to care less and less about what would happen from now on with every drop of alcohol I ingested.

I noticed how suddenly Mick stopped. His gaze was fixed on a girl who passed next to us and who, undoubtedly, looked quite attractive, at least that's what the blond's looks confirmed. I also stopped my body's dance and turned to her, but it was quite difficult to recognize who she was among the crowd. Her dark green sequined dress and her raven hair, falling in waves over her back, were, at that moment, the only things that seemed to stand out from her in the dimness of the nightclub.

Who the hell was the girl who seemed to have caught my eye?

"Seb, are you coming?"

Mick's shouts over the music briefly made my eyes divert to him, then quickly return my attention to the stranger. She was now moving quite sensually with who knows who, somehow making me, Sebastian Vettel, married and a father, start to get excited.

"You go ahead, Mick. I'd rather stay here for a while."

My answer, barely audible, was a complete lie.

Of course, I wanted to go with him. What I didn't want was to once again succumb to temptation as I did with Astrid a few years ago.

"Wait, Mick!" I shouted, approaching the boy enough to grab him by the bottom of his shirt and pull him back to me. "Who is she?"

"Don't you know her? Seriously?"

I denied it too many times for him not to understand.

Did he really think that if I knew who she was, I would be asking him?

Mick, with a mischievous smile, finally understood that I was more confused than I would like.

"It's Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. An influencer. She makes TikTok videos and all that stuff," the blond whispered in my ear. "She's also Carlos's girlfriend, in case you're interested to know."

I tried to remember, but the drunkenness prevented me from recalling any kind of connection or image of that girl. Y/N Y/L/N, Carlos's girlfriend... Sainz? Of course, it had to be Sainz, there was no other Carlos on the grid... that I knew of.

"Oh, yeah, of course," I lied. The last thing I wanted was to admit that right now I didn't remember anything about that girl. "Carlos Sainz dad or son?" I added, then laughed.

Mick looked at me, raising an eyebrow. Clearly, my last comment didn't amuse him.

"You seriously don't remember her?"

"Well, I talk to too many people throughout the day, and I have more important things on my mind than that girl whose dress gives her a perfect ass, you know?" I tried to excuse myself.

"If you don't know her, as you say... Why don't you go and say hello? It never hurts to socialize, and maybe it'll help you forget all the birds you have flying around in your head," the boy insisted, ignoring my previous comments.

I felt a mix of shyness and concern invading me. If I approached the supposed girlfriend of Sainz, not only was I letting down my wife, but also a colleague. I didn't know who could be around here or what might happen if we were seen talking.

I was sure that if I approached her, there were two options: either I made her uncomfortable, or everything was misinterpreted, and we both got into trouble unintentionally.

"I don't want to overwhelm her, Mick," I replied. Right now, I couldn't think of coherent excuses, but any seemed good to me. "What would I say? 'Hello, Sebastian, how are you?' Come on Mick, we're not kids anymore."

Mick crossed his arms. His eyes revealed amusement, and there was no doubt he was enjoying this.

"Seb, you're at a party. Talking is what you do at a party, not talking about cars all the time, that's what briefings are for."

"But..."

"Stop being silly. Go and say hello. You'll see she doesn't bite."

I loved Mick Schumacher like a son and like a little brother, but moments like this were when we seemed like teenage brothers fighting over control of a video game.

"Fine, I'll go say hello," I finally relented.

"You won't regret it, you'll see."

I was sure I would regret it.

I was drunk, and I could barely remember my own name.

I wasn't sober, and I knew I was about to make another mistake, one I didn't know if I would regret as soon as I woke up.

I was Sebastian Vettel, and, of course, adrenaline and the forbidden attracted me.

I had done it once before, and everything had stayed between Astrid and me, so... why not do it again for a second time, and let everything stay between Y/N and me?

"This place is too packed."

Y/N turned around, our chests almost touching. I immediately lowered my gaze, and it was difficult for me to look away from her cleavage, quite revealing.

"I hope it is not full of idiots like you, Vettel. My face is up here, not between my tits."

Shit.

"Sorry," I said, rushing. Did I really have to screw it up now?

"Do you need something, Vettel?"

"Do you want to go out for some fresh air?" I asked without even thinking. "The music is too loud, so it's going to be hard for me to hear you."

Y/N seemed to consider it for a moment. Her expression betrayed indecision and, at the same time, I would dare say curiosity. After a brief silence that felt like an eternity, and where I was praying that she saw me with the same eyes as I saw her, she agreed.

We walked outside, she in front of me and me acting as if I were doing something completely normal. I sat on some steps far enough away so no one could see us; to my surprise, she sat next to me closer than I expected.

"Well, Vettel, what's the reason for wanting to talk to me so badly?" the young woman demanded to know.

I'd like to tell her that I'd like to fuck her tonight, but that wouldn't be very polite of me.

"Well... I don't know. I saw you and I said, 'Oh, it's Y/N, Carlos's girlfriend,'" I emphasized the last part to see if she reacted. There was no reaction on her part, so I counted it as a win. "I wanted to say hi."

"Did your nerves also wanted to say hi?"

I said nothing.

"From the little we've talked you seem like a nice guy, Sebastian," she continued speaking, calling me by my name for the first time. "But today it seems like you're especially quite interested in talking to me. Do you have something else to tell me, or is it just a feeling I have right now because I've been drinking?"

"Maybe."

I tried to keep my composure, but her getting even closer to me, and starting to caress me in a way that sent shivers down my spine, and leaving her hand on my thigh, too close to my member, made all the hair on my body stand on end.

She smiled, and then I knew I had achieved my goal.

"Why don't we go somewhere more private, Seb?" she whispered in my ear. Her index finger traced my arm, while her right hand began to undo a few buttons on my shirt. "It would be great if we continued this conversation without any chance of being interrupted."

"Do you think you're going to talk a lot tonight? The only thing coming out of your mouth is going to be you moaning my name, Y/N."

"Are you sure you're going to get what you might want, Mr. Vettel?"

God. I didn't expect her to play along, but now I was sure I was going to need more of that.

"Sure, as long as Carlos doesn't find out," I said, deep down, with concern.

"Well then, let's get out of here then, as long as Hanna doesn't find out..."

She nodded with a playful smile, and immediately, I forced myself to get up and find a taxi.

Of the thousands that seemed to be around, I decided to stop the only one that was moving towards us. When it stopped in front of us, I opened one of the back doors for Y/N and settled in next to her, putting on my sunglasses to avoid being recognized.

"To the Grove Hotel, please."

No need to say anything else because, in an instant, the driver set off.

As the vehicle moved through the night streets of Bahrain, Y/N and I seemed to become one. Her hands grabbed the collar of my shirt and she pressed her lips against mine. Even knowing that we were taking a risk, I decided to undo her seatbelt to position her on top of me, where I had much greater access to her entire body. The kisses became faster, more aggressive, and I felt my erection growing at a dizzying speed.

"Is your friend happy to see me, Sebastian?" the girl asked, rubbing herself slowly and torturously against my bulge.

"You'll see him as soon as we get to my room."

I couldn't say much more because my hands acted for me, grabbing her neck and starting to bite it, sucking, and surely leaving a few marks that I didn't give a shit if they showed. Her moans grew louder and louder, begging me for more.

We were lucky that our journey had ended because I was more than convinced that if we had continued like that, I would have fucked her right there.

We got out quickly, trying to act as if nothing had happened, but once we were in the elevator we acted the same way again. Torturing each other seemed to have become the main game of the night, caring less and less about being discovered. The forbidden seemed to excite us more, and I didn't blame the Spanish woman: after all, it was me who had started everything.

When we reached the door of my room I forced myself to stop kissing her. Y/N, however, stood behind me on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around my neck. I turned around and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me and searching her eyes to see if she wanted the same thing I did at that moment.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked in a soft, husky voice.

She nodded, and with a movement that seemed memorized, I swiped the card through the reader, opened the door, and forced her to step inside.

Once I made sure I had locked the door, I knew everything was done.

She wearing only her black lace underwear, threw herself into my arms to continue what she had been doing on our way here. I lifted her astride me, her legs around my waist, and leaned her back against the wall, continuing to kiss her fiercely while she finished unbuttoning my shirt, throwing it somewhere as soon as she finished her task.

"Y/N..."

"You're horny, aren't you, Sebastian?"

"If you know I am why the fuck do you ask?"

My reluctant comment made the young woman hit my ches. I knew she wanted to go down, so I let her down and, as soon as her feet touched the carpeted surface, she got on her knees and started to unfasten my belt, then the button of my pants before pulling them down.

She left a trail of kisses on the lower part of my stomach and on the beginning of my groin, playing at the same time with the elastic of my boxers and my member.

"Let's see what we have here..."

She pulled down my underwear in one swift motion, leaving my cock, fully erect, exposed.

Her right hand wrapped around it in an instant, moving it up and down too slowly for my liking. I began to sigh, but I refused to beg her to speed up, hoping she would realize it herself. Soon enough, her tongue started to lick my tip, and pre-cum appeared as if out of nowhere; before I knew it, she was sucking on it like a child with a lollipop.

"You look so good like this, Y/N. I know that having another man's cock in your mouth, not your boyfriend's, turns you on more than you might want to admit. You must be fucking wet..."

I couldn't say anything else, but my moans seemed to say it all. My hands were on her head, indirectly urging her to go faster because I was getting closer and closer to what I hoped would be the first orgasm of the night. She listened to me: at least that's what she seemed to understand when a much greater sense of pleasure invaded me as her tongue began to make circular movements on my glans while she continued to suck without stopping and masturbate the part that wouldn't fit.

I came in her mouth without warning, and she swallowed everything without a word, moving her tongue over her lips to finish taking the remnants.

She got up and the only thing I could do, almost powerless, was throw her onto the bed and position myself on top of her to undress her and finally make her mine.

After unhooking her bra and being just about to start taking care of her lower part, my cell phone began to ring.

"Damn it..."

"Pick it up, daddy," she demanded. "We don't want anyone to find out about our secret, do we?"

Having her beneath me, teasing me as if she were an innocent schoolgirl, when all she was doing was provoking me even more, got me even hornier.

I picked up the phone and saw who the call was from.

Hanna.

"It's my wife," was all I could say. The annoying ringtone kept on, but I didn't dare to answer the call.

"Why aren't you answering?"

"I'm with you, darling. Let it wait."

"What if we do something better?"

The girl sat up a bit on the bed and moved to the edge of it. The call seemed to be continuing, and my unease grew. Did Hanna imagine what I was doing right now, like this, with Y/N? Did she even consider the possibility that I might be unfaithful?

"Sebastian," the girl spoke again, "eat me while you talk to your wife."

"What?"

"Don't you want to play?" she asked. Again, that playful tone that turned me on so much came from her lips. "Well, let's play, but let’s do it my way."

I hated being challenged, and it seemed she knew it perfectly well.

Great. Did she want to play? Well, she was going to get it.

I got on my knees, still holding the phone in my hand. Hanna had already hung up, but that didn't mean I couldn't do things properly.

I selected her contact and put the call on speaker, leaving the device on the bed. I grabbed Y/N by her thighs and dragged her a bit further onto the surface, aligning her pussy perfectly with my face.

I yanked her panties off and the girl let out a surprised scream that coincided with my wife answering the call.

"Seb, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

And indeed, something was wrong, but Hanna Vettel wasn't aware of it, nor could she be.

"Yes, yes..." I replied as calmly as I could while I began to play with a finger between the girl's folds, spreading her wetness all over her pussy to lubricate her well. "It's just that I had to come to the bathroom because it was too noisy, and,you know how people are... having sex in stalls where barely one person fits."

Taking advantage of the fact that now it was my wife's turn to talk, I began to entertain myself with the girl's clitoris, who was ending her moans by putting a hand over her mouth.

"Do you remember when we used to do it?" my wife exclaimed excitedly. "We should do it again next time I come to see you."

"Damn it, Seb!"

"Honey, did I hear someone say your name, or am I just imagining things? Please tell me I'm not going crazy."

Shit. Sticking two fingers inside Y/N without warning hadn't been a good idea.

"No, no, no! There's another guy here named Sebastian. He met a girl named... Y/N, and look, now he must be doing something good to her for the girl to have screamed," I lied the best I could.

"And you're doing it really well," Y/N whispered so that only I could hear. "No wonder Hanna wants to do it with you in some disco bathroom. Who wouldn't fuck you anywhere?"

I took the opportunity to spread her legs even further and sliding my tongue, flat, over her entrance, moving up slowly enough to make her desperate, all the way up to her clitoris. Her hand was on my hair, gripping it tightly so that I wouldn't stop; I quickly moved it away and nodded towards the phone, where Hanna was still on the line.

"When are you coming back, Seb?" my wife spoke again. "The girls are asking more and more about you, and I don't know what else to tell them to make them stop."

"Well..."

Shit. Y/N had to stop arching her back, tilting her head back, and massaging her right breast because all that did was let me know that she was about to come, and for now, I didn't want her to reach that point.

My goal at that moment was twofold: to prevent Hanna, my wife, from discovering what I was doing, and to prevent Y/N, who seemed to be my new lover, from coming, no matter that three of my fingers were entering and exiting her at the same time as the tip of my tongue moved quickly over her clitoris.

"Seb? Can you hear me? Do you have coverage?"

"Yes, yes!" I hoped I didn't have coverage. "Although it's getting worse every time I think.”

The Spanish girl was close, I could feel it in the contractions of her entrance around my fingers. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her even closer to me, if that was even possible. I placed my right hand on the lower part of her stomach, forcing her to stay still.

"Hey, Hanna, I'm going to hang up because I think my phone is running out of battery," I lied again. Now, my only goal was to eagerly lick my new girl, not to talk to the woman I had been sharing my life with for years. "How about we talk tomorrow? I'll call you before I'm at the airport."

"Sure, Seb. Take care and don't do anything crazy, okay? And take care of Mick too, I don't want him doing anything crazy either."

I didn't give her time to say anything else because I pressed the red button at the same time as I withdrew from Y/N.

"You're a son of a bitch, Sebastian Vettel," was all the young woman said. I knew she wanted to kill me at that moment for leaving her on the edge of ecstasy.

"You know as well as I do that you'll thank me soon when I make you mine. The next time you fuck Carlos you regret it’s not me making you feel wanting to be fucked like the slut you are."

I put on the condom as quickly as I could and forced her legs to wrap around my waist.

I entered her abruptly, and now I was convinced that her scream had gone beyond the four walls surrounding us.

"Oh God, Sebastian. Don't stop, please."

"I hadn't planned on it, angel," I replied as best I could. Pleasure had invaded me too quickly, and I was quite surprised.

Why was the forbidden so tempting?

Her back arched again as my thrusts increased in both speed and depth. Her legs seemed to give way because I knew it would be difficult for her to hold out without coming after having been so close before; I kept them on my waist with one of my hands, while the other began to rub her most sensitive spot relentlessly.

"Look at me."

My voice sounded too demanding, but I didn't care.

"Look at me right now, angel," I repeated after seeing that she hadn't listened to me.

I felt her walls surrounding my penis as if her insides were on fire. Her gaze tortured me; her teeth biting her lower lip made me want to put her in a thousand more positions, to keep going with her until we both died of pleasure.

My hips increased in speed when I felt the nervousness in the lower part of my stomach. Then, I forced her to lie down more to start kissing her neck desperately, licking and sucking her nipples, making her sighs increase and forcing me to forget all worries.

Was it the same person who just a few hours ago was crawling around the corners because she had stopped being who she was a few years ago?

If having sex with Y/N would make me forget everything, I was more than condemned to madness because that was what I intended to keep doing if she allowed me.

"Seb..." the girl gasped. I felt her nails digging into my back. The pain that on another occasion would have seemed unbearable was now giving me pleasure.

I was desperate to come. I felt like I was about to explode, but I controlled myself because I didn't want the night to end so soon.

My hands went from holding her lower extremities to massaging her breasts, so big they didn't fit in my hands. I forced myself to stop giving her hickeys on her neck to lift myself up a little and enjoy the sight in front of me. My cock entered and exited Y/N constantly, more regularly even though I couldn't take it anymore; her breasts moving so irregularly because self-control was impossible, and her hand massaging her clit forcefully to come once and for all was an absolute damnation.

"Sebastian!"

I watched her squint her eyes after her shout because she wanted to see herself reach what we both had longed for that night. I followed her with a guttural sound and my semen filling the condom as my hands gripped her hips for as long as I was coming.

I stayed inside her long enough to realize that it had been real.

Meanwhile, silence had taken over. The only thing that could be heard was our breaths, agitated and synchronized with the rhythm of our chests.

I ran two of my fingers over her entrance before lying down, and without me telling her anything, she took them in her mouth, savoring herself. She did the same when she kissed me again, now lying on top of me.

"I want to keep going like this, Sebastian," she whispered, kissing me again in between. "But neither Carlos nor Hanna can find out."

"That's fine with me, angel. From now on, we're both each other's best kept secret."

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finalboyyy · 1 year

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poison in the well

sam (sdv) x yandere!reader

abusive relationship, violence, extreme jealousy, sebastian hate, angst

this is based on my own experience with my dear sammy. after trying to find cute sam art and finding a lot of sam/sebastian everytime he'd go to the saloon on friday id get sad. until i modded him to be a yandere and then everything was fine! so anyway. might add another part to this later.

"You were out late again."

"Ah- Sorry I got caught up talking to Seb, almost beat him tonight!"

"...So you were with him?"

"Yeah? You know I was! We always hang out at the saloon with Abby."

Fingers rap against the handcrafted dining room table. Like tiny drums daring to disturb the still silence of the night. Something not even the usually loud animals would do.

"Are you... angry..?" Sam's voice is tepid, it reminds you of a child scared to be scolded. It's something you love about him, this hopeful innocence as if bad things couldn't really exist in this world.

Infuriating.

He spends all night out with that man and expects you not to be a little annoyed? When you get out of the mines at 9 and come home eagerly only to find him gone? After everything you did and you were so eager to see him at home?

"I don't like getting home before you."

"I-I know but it's just one night..?"

You can feel the anger in your chest rising. Sebastian fills your head like a ghost, haunting your thoughts and choking out your words. The image seductively places his hands on Sam's hips, a cigarette lazily held limp between his painted lips. Sam has one awkwardly held between his own as well. Sebastian begins to move the two bodys to the rhythm of a painfully slow song, his mouth moving closer to Sam's, the butts of the cigarettes kissing in a hazy blur of smoke, alcohol, and lust. Sickening. You want to throw up. Your chest hurts.

"Y/N?? Are you ok? You look sick. You should lie down-" As he moves closer to your frozen form the smell of cigarettes fills your nostrils knocking out of your daze.

You look up at him with wide eyes, your pupils so small and dilated you look unhinged. Fear sets into Sam when you grab his arm with too much strength that he knows you could break his arm if you tried. Your head tilts to the side as you look into his emerald eyes.

"Y/N... you're scaring me-"

"Why... Why do you... smell like him...?" Your words are slow, laboured, as if it's taking everything in you to spit them out. You don't want the answer. Everything aches.

"Like who??"

"Sebastian." You spit at him the name tastes like venom in your mouth. He's the poison seeping into your marriage.

"I-I? I had a cigarette with him. I don't see-"

Sam can't finish his sentence before he's violently pinned to the table. Your strength from working tirelessly is no match for his soft skin. He bruises so easily under you, like always.

"I won't let him have you. I won't... He can't..."

"Wh-whoa hold on... H-hey y/n l-lets talk about this! Y-your'e hurting me."

You can't hear him properly, it feels like he's talking through an ocean. All you can think about is the sickening smell of cigarettes, Sebastian, the time Jodi told you that she always expected her son to end up with Sebastian, their closeness, that stupid whore.

Sam continues to whimper and plea on deaf ears as you hold him down. Your mind is racing a mile a minute as you boil with anger at Sebastian and you desperately try to come up with a way to keep Sam safe from him. Everytime your brain attempts a cohesive thought about the current position you're in with your husband more doubt and fear swallows your mind.

"Y/n... please...." Sam's voice is so soft, so gentle. Has he talked to Sebastian with this voice? Is he begging you to let him run back to that horrible man?

"Won't... let you go... Can't." Your breathing is laboured as you lean closer to him. "Even if you hate me. Even if you loathe me. Even if you love him-"

"I don't love him!" It doesn't reach you.

"I won't let you go Sammy. My Sammy. Have to protect you. You have to stay inside." That was the answer wasn't it? Never let Sam leave. You were a genius! You dragged him by his aching wrist over to the basement door. Tomorrow you'd go to Clint's and have some chains made, tonight it was enough to throw him in the basement and lock the door.

That's how Sam's new life began.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #sam stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley imagines #sam sdv x reader #yandere reader #stardew sam x reader #was i a pathetic nerd for getting jealous of sebastian #yes #but would i do it again #probably

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milflewis · 1 year

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a humble request for sebmick + "I had no idea", if you're still taking prompts

“But I,” Sebastian swallows. “I had no idea.”

Lewis is facing away from him, folding clothes into his suitcase, but there’s something in the slant of his shoulders that is off. “You don’t believe me.”

Lewis sighs, turning to lean against the bed, woollen jumper in his hands. “Seb,” Lewis says like he sometimes says his name, short and careful, as if even after all this time he’s not sure if he can. “Let’s be real here. You don’t lie, not to me and especially not to yourself. Why start now?”

“I’m not.” The words sit in Sebastian’s mouth hot and sticky and it’s a struggle not to spit them out. “I’m not. I didn’t.”

“Right, okay.” Lewis’s eyes are kind and steady and unrelentless. “You didn’t know. You didn’t know what Mick would think when you flirted with him on camera, during those game things, in interviews, when you followed him around, with those eyes that you do, when you asked him to go to ROC, and everyone knows what that means —“

Sebastian opens his mouth but Lewis looks angry here for the first time in a long time. “Don’t,” he says, low and deliberate. “Don’t you dare try to say that you brought him to ROC for Michael or because of Michael or anything to fucking do with Michael. You might be going through whatever existential shit you’re going through right now because it was just a game, just a joke, and now it’s not just a game, now it’s serious, or whatever, and I love you, Sebastian, I really, really do, but I won’t let you cheapen either of them by lying about that.”

Sebastian looks away, biting at his cheek. The sharp bitter taste of blood washes his mouth clean. “Yes, yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

Lewis looks at him in the same way he did when Sebastian last said he was sorry, six years ago, before softening, half rolling his eyes. “I know, man.”

Sebastian shakes his head, half smiling. “You forgive too easily.” It’s an old argument.

Lewis laughs, throwing the jumper at him. It’s fluffy and expensive and nicer than most of Sebastian’s wardrobe. “Maybe, but at least I’m not the one who’s lying to myself about being in love with a guy fifteen years younger.”

“Twelve,” Sebastian corrects before he can stop himself. Lewis’s smile widens. “Sorry, my bad. Twelve.”

Sebastian throws the jumper back at him, cheeks hot.

#if you’re still taking prompts . rosy pls. i will ALWAYS take prompts from u #ok still v new to writing them so still not sure on the vibe. but i hope you like this !!#it’s just. mainly seb being stupid and a little bit of a dick but it’s ok bc it’s just lewis. and he can be that with lewis and not worry #tw michael mention #<- idk?? maybe #sebmick #rosy #little fics #niamh.asks

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devzik · 1 year

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Can't stop thinking about this so I'm writing and posting it. Can't stop me (not that I think anyone would).

I hope this helps. S.S

Synopsis: Sharing a dorm with Sebastian usually ment being able to sneak out easier or congregating around eachothers beds as a casual place to hang out. But when his nightmares take a turn for the worse Devzik finds out about another benefit to it, one that becomes integral to him getting a full night's sleep.

Word count: 2k

Tags: Fluff, Anxiety, Cuddling, Bad dreams/Nightmares.

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x m!MC (original character)

Note: There is another one of my OCs mentioned in this but he's not that important to the story as a whole.

Devzik was glad he shared a dormitory with Sebastian and Ominis in his 6th year. He found it easier to sleep in a room with people who he knew well, but never wanted to admit that to either of them. Regardless of his secrecy, Sebastian had figured it out within the first few weeks, noticing how less sleep deprived he looked even though he'd still sneak out almost every night. Sadly within the second month of the year Devzik started to look lethargic again, having fallen asleep in Posions class and almost getting his hand bit by a Chomping Cabbage. From what Sebastian could tell nothing had actually changed, that didn't stop him from worrying about his friend.

"Dev, you doing alright?"

Sebastian had jogged up to him after D.A.D.A, having noticed how withdrawn he was in class.

Devzik rolled his eyes, not wanting to have this conversation in the middle of the hall or at all. "Yes Seb, I'm fine."

"You sure? You're not yourself lately." He paused with a frown. "Actually, you seem more like how you were at the start of last year."

Devzik stopped walking and aggressively turned to Sebastian. "Drop it, Sallow." He then walked away from him with his hands in his pockets.

The use of his last name had hurt but proved to him that something was wrong. He needed to ask someone for advice on how to get him to tell him what was happening. Ominis being the only person that would have a level head about this; Natty being overly motherly towards Devzik and Poppy having no filter. So he sent him an owl, asking him to meet in the Undercroft. The letter was vague in hopes that he'd hurry and it worked. Within the hour Ominis was entering the Undercroft with a mildly annoyed expression. Sebastian being sat on the floor, twiddling his thumbs.

"Why must you be so vague. You know I'd be here as soon as I could regardless of the contents of the letter."

"It's about Devzik." Sebastian sighed having stayed seated.

"Actually I take it back, that would have changed my response." Ominis put his wand away while pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

Sebastian lightly hit the back of his head against the piller he sat infront of, as he looked up at the other. "Please don't be that way. I get it, this is a common occurrence, skip to the helping with my problem part."

Ominis crossed his arms. "Fine. But if it's about his inability to stay awake during classes, I can't help you."

Now that got him to stand up in surprise and he stepped towards him. "Why not? You two are just as close as him and I," He slightly lowered his voice. "just in a different way."

Devzik would actively seek out Ominis when he needed to vent about something. They'd gotten rather close after Sebastian forced them to get to know eachother; them having had a rocky start due to his laps in judgment with sharing the Undercroft. After the death of Solomon, their relationship became strained but Devzik made it a point to reconnect with him. Him being the only direct link to Anne, who he was still determined to try and save.

Omnins shifted from foot to foot. "He won't tell me either. I tried."

It wasn't a full lie but it wasn't close to the truth. He knew exactly why he was falling asleep in classes. But a promise is a promise.

Sebastian sighed and placed his face in his hands before running them through his hair in exasperation. "Alright. I'll see you later then, thanks anyway."

"Don't push him, Sebastian. I'm sure we'll find out eventually."

With that Sebastian left, having gotten nowhere.

Although his talk with Ominis wasn't insightful, he didn't have to wait long for answers. He having woken up from a bad dream a couple nights later, Sebastian stared up at the canopy over his bed. He was forcing himself to stay awake so the thoughts of the dream left his mind. As he laid there, he heard commotion from Devziks bed, then heard a gasp. Sebastian looked over at him and saw that he was sat up and in the fetal position. Though it hurt for him to see, he was relieved to have an answer.

Quietly getting up, Sebastian walked over to the other. As he put a hand on Devziks back, he jumped then reluctantly relaxed once he saw it was Sebastian.

Sebastian's voice was almost inaudible but they were close enough that Devzik heard him perfectly. "You too?"

Devzik pushed his hair out of his face as Sebastian sat on his bed. Him seeing that he had a thin layer of sweat across his features.

"Yeah." The answer was kept short, him not want to tell him why the nightmares got worse, knowing it'd make him feel guilt from something he can't control.

"Over the summer I had the same reactions to my nightmares. Wished I had someone to help distract me, so I'm here for you." He started to rub small circles into his back as he spoke. Devzik found himself relaxing into it, something he'd normally shrink away from.

"Thanks. You're much better at this than Ominis."

He paused his motions for a second then continued without saying anything.

"Don't be upset with him. I made him promise not to tell you. You've got enough to worry about." His chin was resting on his knees, with his eyes closed.

"You're already one of those things I worry about."

"I wish you wouldn't." He tried not to sound too harsh as he said it, actually appreciating the concern but not wanting him know.

After a moment of silence, with Sebastian still rubbing Devzik's back, he laid back down. He'd assumed the other would go back over to his own bed but he told him to scoot.

Devzik looked up at him with surprise, thinking that maybe he had heard him wrong. "What?"

"Over. Scoot over." The look on his face was completely serious so he did as was directed.

Sebastian made it a point to stay on top of the comforter and laid down on his back. To the surprise of both boys, Devzik didn't mind the company. He'd never slept next to anyone before but it was a welcoming change and the memory Sebastian shared with him next made it make all the more sense.

"After our parents passed, Anne would have these awful nightmares about finding Solomon and I in the same way, dead essentially. Tragic really. She'd have me lay next to her till she fell back asleep, saying that knowing I was next to her made the nightmares subside somehow." He turned over towards him, laying his head on his arm like a pillow. "So, wouldn't hurt to try it with you I'd say."

Devzik could see him laying there in his peripheral vision but didn't dare turn to look at him, knowing how much he was blushing. As he spoke he tried to keep his voice level, since his nerves were getting to him.

"That's fine I suppose. Just make sure-" Sebastian cut him off by finishing his sentence.

"To stay over the blankets. Don't worry, I figured as much."

He secretly loved it when he'd finish his sentences, but hated it when he did it in front of others. Overall he considered it endearing. Before, he always assumed it was something he did with everyone but he knew better now. Even Ominis being surprised by it. The room suddenly became still, the only thing Devzik could hear was Sebastian's breathing, something that had gotten even but slowed. He peeked over at him and saw that he'd fallen asleep, the sight drawing a smile from him. For how chaotic as he was he looked tranquil as he slept. Devzik rolled over facing away from him and followed him to sleep.

When he awoke the next morning he was feeling actually well rested for the first time in weeks, but was alone in the bed, which wasn't a surprise because Sebastian's internal clock was always set at an unholy hour. What was surprising was that no one woke him before the first classes started so he was thirty minutes late.

Two Months Later

They ended up sharing a bed couple times a week after that and that turned into every other night soon after. All the while Sebastian was slowly trying to get Devzik to be more comfortable with him touching him, trying to push their relationship towards a more intimate one. Sebastian had known how he felt about the other since last summer and the fact that he continued to want to sleep next to him, told him that Devzik felt something similar. And once they shared their first kiss, it solidified his suspicions.

After that they practically slept in the same bed every night, knowing that it wasn't likely that anyone would find out due to how early Sebastian usually woke up. That belief became false after they'd had an overly eventually night outside the castle, coming back later then usual, meaning they both slept in that morning. As Devzik woke up, he felt a weight on his chest and noticed his left arm was completely asleep. Sebastian was still passed out, using him a pillow and had one of his legs wrapped around the others. However comfortable he was, once he opened his eyes he saw how in trouble they were, for a prefect was standing over them with an eyebrow raised. Clearly not happy.

His name was Emory and even though Devzik was good friends with his twin sister, he wouldn't usually show mercy to him.

"Damn it." The words slipped out under his breath.

"Damn it is right, Keehl. This is an extreme violation of the dormitory rules. But I'm sure you knew that." He had a smirk across his face, clearly pleased with himself.

Sebastian was still sound asleep, that is until Emory smacked him on the back, causing him to jolt up with a groggy expression.

"What in the- oh. Shit." As he saw who was standing over them, he laid back down and buried his face into Devzik's chest.

"Ominis told me this is an often situation between the two of you. For his honesty I'll give you both time to explain. Make it good."

Devzik groaned. "Fine. I can't seem to sleep without someone next to me due to my horrible nightmares. I'm sure you can guess what they're about."

"Ranrok."

"Exactly." That was a lie, his nightmares had nothing to do with the goblin. They had everything to do with the boy that was still laying on him.

"Understandable." That response surprised Devzik, but what he said next made him remember who he was talking to. "Follow up question. Were you two having a romp?"

Devzik turned bright red and Sebastian let out an annoyed low groan. "N-no, that'd be pushing it."

The other couldn't keep quite now, that question having irritated him. "Even if we had it wouldn't happen in the dormitory! Merlins beard, Emory!"

The prefect cracked a smile at Sebastian's outburst, knowing that at least one of their house mates had heard it from the common room. Becoming pleased with the fact that he didn't need to spread this particular rumor, he turned away from them and walked out the door with a wave over his shoulder.

"You said that way too loud." Devzik sat up, forcing the other boy to do the same.

"He just pisses me off so much. Saying that shit to you when he knows damn well how you are."

"Well with your outburst, I'm sure he won't be the one to spread word of this. This'll be awful for a few weeks."

As they talked, they both got out of bed and began to get dressed.

"You're over reacting. It'll be a week at the most."

"I think you're under reacting. Nothings happened in about a month, the whole school is deprived of gossip. And I've always been a hot topic." He mumbled, for some reason, under his breath but Sebastian still heard him.

He came up to him, hugging him from behind. "You know the reason. I have my own reasons however."

Emory came back into the room to check on them as Sebastian kissed him on the cheek. They left the room a minute apart, Devzik having trouble tying his tie from how anxious the whole ordeal made him.

Bonus : the conversation that happened the next morning after Sebastian found out why Devzik wasn't getting sleep.

"You could have told me what was going on Ominis."

"I haven't told you about anything he's asked me to keep from you thus far. Why start now."

"How... how many things?" "Wait, no, better question. Anything pertaining to me specifically?"

"Why would I tell you that, Sebastian. Kind of defeats the whole point of a promise, I'd think."

He slouched.

"If it means anything, I haven't told him anything you talk to me about."

"Sometimes I wish you would so I don't have to."

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awakenee · 2 years

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hsmtmts . ep 104

july 8, 11:03 am cst

heya, so before i get into this i wanna let whoever is reading my daily rants know that i'm going to be on vacation from july 11 to july 13 i think? i'll most likely leave my laptop at home and therefore won't be able to post the episodes for those days, and even if i do bring my laptop i'm going to try to enjoy my time out lol. i'll probably just rewatch them early and schedule the posts for those days or rewatch them when i get back. on another note, ep 104 is definitely one of my top 3 favorite season one episodes, definitely excited for this one!

ohhh, kourtney's in costume crew

tbh i kind of agree with her here. for halloween i've thought more than once about dressing up like characters from a musical, but then i realise that they're just high schoolers wearing normal high school clothes. sure, some may be recognisable, but other than troy's red and white shirt and chad's iconic t-shirts with messages nothing really stands out.

that pineapple is great

ej has something on his lip, i assume from when ricky wacked him with a basketball?

"bribing some hacker" nini's an icon

LMAO THERE'S A GUY RECORDING THE WHOLE THING

i, once again, want nini's sweater

nini lowkey defending ricky

nini: summer's over. season three: well, yes, but actually no

carlos screaming

"is that a hot wing?"

argh lynne, words cannot express how much i dislike this woman

hot wing pt. 2

ricky needs therapy counter: 5

ej done effed up

"you're on, lovers!" horrible timing carlos

ricky's face combined with the camera zooming in on him is something else

ricky needs therapy counter: 6

"not a sars epidemic" about that

as someone who was in the lion king, i can say that no one walks with furniture on their head

all of these "downstage" and "upstage" are making me dizzy

seb's smile

big red has realised that theatre is a cult, and if you mess up your lines we'll feed you to the band kids

where tf is kelsi

what happened with the slow, romantic tempo of this duet

okay but hsm aside this is one of my favorite songs/covers in both seasons right next to the mob song

ash's face

you can see nini getting ready to strike

ricky, you dont barge into a rehearsal like that

miss jenn is going through her middle age crisis

SEB IS SO WHOLESOME

ouch

the emotional support coyote >>>>>

rip nini

ricky needs therapy counter: 7

the hamster

miss jenn seeing right through ricky

gina, eff off

i actually feel bad for ej

gentle reminder that portwell is now a thing

oooohhhhhh

plot twist: ej is actually jd in disguise

nini stop

"shopping! ... for a lie detector."

yeah screw tonya

uhh nini... i think tonya's a her

i relate to shiggy

i want the sad-looking bran muffin

i love nini's shoes

"oh."

my keyboard broke

yeah, ej's jd

ricky needs therapy counter: 8

how can big red sleep

ricky needs therapy counter: 9

aw, poor boi

"and after everything that's been going on with n..."

ej why are you stalking her

nini didn't use a period at the end of her text, that's a good sign

i want a bestie like kourt

nini is a mood

how in hell is ricky not freezing

all i want my beloved

oh right, she gets interrupted

"slc pride" this better be foreshadowing

see? nini's not over him

ricky needs therapy counter: 10

aw, he's going to cry

RICKY, NOT THE TIME

oh my god gina

ricky, stop ditching everyone

also how long did it take for nini to get a goddamn pillow

ALL I WANT MY BELOVED

awkwarrrrrrrrrrrrd

what ive been looking for reprise >>>>>

this ending is very depressing

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts fandom

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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They Always Do.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: insecurity

Requested: Nope

Summary: "you're not worried? he seems to be spending a lot of time with her..." "no" "why not?" "because i braced myself for this months ago. they leave, they always do. it's nothing new"

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! The first part of this fic is fluff, angst in the middle, fluff again at the end. Nothing too extreme, just a little one-shot. Enjoy!

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"Sebastian, Y/N, so glad you made it!" Susan Downey smiled warmly at the couple. "Of course, we couldn't miss the 56th birthday of the one and only Iron Man," Sebastian chuckled, walking into the house with his girlfriend. He put his arm around Y/N, observing the place. "Guys! Hello!" they heard.

"Mr Downey," Y/N greeted politely, turning to smile at the birthday boy. "You must be the girlfriend," he grinned, pulling her into a bear hug. "Yep, that's me." Then he turned to Sebastian, frowning. "Why didn't you introduce her to everyone sooner?" Y/N laughed as Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging.

"Don't ask me, she was the one too chicken to meet you!" Sebastian defended himself, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend. She snorted as Robert let go of her, returning to Sebastian's side. "I guess that's on me," she sighed dramatically, making both men laugh. "Well, enjoy yourselves! Have a drink, have fun!"

With that, he walked away. Sebastian noticed a server holding up a tray of drinks and called him over. He handed a glass to Y/N and took one for himself, taking a sip. "Thanks for bringing me over, honey," Y/N smiled and he turned to her, scoffing. "You're my girlfriend! God knows they were dying to meet you," he laughed, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

With that they went around the place, talking to new people, old friends and making new acquaintances. Y/N had a lot of fun meeting Sebastian's co-stars, and especially loved Elizabeth Olsen. Y/N was a huge Marvel fan and one of her favorite works of the MCU was WandaVision. Y/N had fangirled a bit, not gonna lie.

Like that passed an hour. After her feet started hurting, Sebastian decided it was time for the woman to sit down, have a drink and chill out. "Okay doll, here's a glass of champagne, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I'm going there, with Chris and Anthony. I love you." She smiled when he gave her a quick kiss.

"I love you too, and don't worry, I'll find you easy. This place isn't that big."

"I heard that!"

Laughing at her antics, Sebastian gave his girlfriend one more loving kiss before prancing out of the room in search of his best friends, Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie. Y/N relaxed on the comfortable couch with a sigh, sipping on her drink. It all began a year ago, very cheesily, might I add.

Y/N was at her favourite coffee shop when he had walked in. Immediately, fans had him surrounded, but she didn't go over to him. She stayed seated, looking at him, wishing she could go over but she knew how stressful fan interactions were for celebrities. Sebastian had, unfortunately, caught her eye and she had turned beet red, burying her face in her laptop.

He had found her absolutely winsome and after the crowd around him had dissipated, he had wandered over to her table and introduced himself. She was flustered around him, which made him tingly inside. And he had blurted out, "Wanna meet here next Saturday at 7?" They kept their promise and that's how they started dating.

A year ago.

That was a healthy amount of time.

Right?

Y/N couldn't help but have her doubts. All her previous relationships were pathetic failures, where the guy usually got bored of her within 3 months. But now, she had braced herself for rejection (which she knew deep down wasn't coming but it pays to be careful). "Hey."

Startled, she turned to see a kinda young, kinda drunk woman sitting next to her, looking up at her with doe eyes. "Hi," Y/N smiled back politely. "You're— you're the woman!" She had started slurring her words, which made Y/N frown a bit. "I'm… what?" she blinked. "The girl! Who came over with Sebastian Stan, you're his girlfriend!" The woman laughed loudly.

A few heads turned towards them but quickly looked away when they realized that the girl was drunk. "Yep, that's me. Why?" Y/N was now amused. As they talked, she didn't notice Sebastian walking into the room. He had come back to ask Y/N something but had paused in his tracks when he saw her frowning at the young, drunk woman.

Then he inched closer, unabashedly eavesdropping on her conversation. "Yep, saw him spending a lot of time with Ms Lizzie Olsen. If he was mine, girl, I would take that man home and show him who truly belongs to him, if you know what I mean," the girl winked and a sad smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "They're good friends, of course they're gonna spend time together."

Sebastian smiled at her answer. He knew she was different, she didn't get easily jealous and he liked that, since it reduced the number of arguments they had by a lot. His jealousy? Well, that's a story for another time… "You don't mind? He seems to be spending a lot of time with her…" the drunk woman frowned at Y/N.

Well, she was drunk, she wouldn't remember this night anyway, so maybe… it would be good to get some things off her chest.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I braced myself for this months ago. They leave, they always do. It's nothing new," Y/N admitted, swirling the champagne that was swimming in her half-full glass. Sebastian's heart shattered into a million pieces at her words. Before the words were even completely out of her mouth, tears had started stinging in his eyes.

"Y/N?" Startled yet again, Y/N turned to see Sebastian smiling at her. "Seb! Hi, thought you were with your friends!" she grinned at him. "I— uh— something came up, we need to go," he spoke quietly, fidgeting with his hands. Y/N's brows furrowed but she got up, collecting her coat and her purse.

"Can we at least say Happy Birthday to Robert?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." Sebastian managed a weak smile when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, going off to find Robert and Susan. She told them something urgent came up and they allowed the couple to leave. "Seb, let's go!" He followed her out of the house, meekly trailing behind her, the words she said ringing in his ears.

They leave, they always do. It's nothing new.

How had this woman, practically a Goddess, had such bad experiences that she was forced to think that way? He was never going to leave her, having found the perfect woman at last. He got into the driver's seat of his car, and the car ride home was quiet. Y/N was getting anxious. What happened to him? Did something happen at the party?

Once they were home, Sebastian couldn't help himself. "S—" Y/N yelped when he crushed her to his body, hugging her tightly. He took both of them to their shared bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her on his lap and buried his face in her chest, breaking down. "Seb, honey, what's wrong?" Y/N cooed, getting insanely paranoid.

The crying didn't stop for 15 minutes. Y/N, in a futile attempt to get him to stop, was running a hand through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, holding him close. When he took in a shuddering breath, he pulled away and finally looked Y/N in her eyes. "Now are you going to tell me what happened?" she smiled gently.

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "I'm sorry," he croaked out and Y/N frowned. "Sorry for what?" He shook his head, burying his face back in his safe haven. Except, Y/N wasn't having any of that. She pulled him away and dropped a soft kiss to his forehead. "Tell me what happened."

He took in another shaky breath.

"I… I heard you."

"Heard me?" Y/N blinked. "Yes. You were… you were talking to that girl on the couch and she was— she was talking about how I seem to be spending a lot of time with Lizzie and you— you said you didn't mind but she kept on insisting and you said they leave. they always do. I'm not going to leave you, Y/N, I promise. You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I'm not letting you go."

Oh.

"Seb," Y/N whispered, her own eyes now filled to the brim with tears. "Don't cry," he chuckled with a watery voice, wiping her tears off. "It's just— all my relationships before you… the guys were assholes. They always left 2-3 months in. I— I wasn't taking any chances with you, you know… plus, you're kind of a famous guy and you can get so many better women—"

He didn't want to hear it. Better than Y/N? Impossible. He pressed his lips to her, immediately deepening the kiss when she reciprocated. "I promise you, I cannot do any better than you." Y/N smiled shyly at his words and his heart filled with happiness. "Let's go to sleep."

Both of them tired from the crying, they got undressed without trying any funny business. Y/N put on her usual pair of shorts and one of Sebastian's huge t-shirts, getting into the bed where a boxer-clad Sebastian already lay. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest, draping an arm around his taut abdomen.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, doll, I love you."

"I love you too, Seb. Goodnight."

"...Never gonna leave you."

"Not a chance."

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cocosstories · 3 years

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Sebastian Stan One Shot

Prompt:

sebastian stan x reader and their first time smut

Warning: Smut

You and Sebastian had been friends for years, meeting for the first time at a mutual friends wedding.

As time passed, you and Seb became pretty close and because of this, your group of friends always tried to get you together.

"We are just friends!"

You would say repeatedly when they inevitably began asking about the two of you.

"Oh come on. You honestly have never even thought about just sleeping with him? I mean Seb is hot. If I weren't married..."

"Y/F/N!"

You turn in the passenger seat of her car in shock at her statement.

"What? I mean you won't fuck him so why can't I fantasize about it?"

She replies with a shrug.

It was fourth of July weekend and the two of you were on your way to the Hamptons to spend the holiday partying at your friends huge beach house.

Sebastian was coming too and you were already trying to figure out ways to avoid the inevitable things your friends were going to try to do to get you to hook up.

"Holy shit, this is amazing!"

You say, stepping out of the car as you pull up.

"Yeah, we finally finished renovating. Just in time for this weekend."

Y/F/N says with a devilish smile before heading up to the house to join her husband and Sebastian who were already there.

"Hey, Y/N."

Sebastian smiles and hugs you.

"Hey Seabass."

You reply.

You could feel your friends staring as the two of you hugged and quickly pulled out of his embrace so you didn't give them anymore ammunition.

"Oh, Y/N, I forgot to tell you, we were trying to figure out the rooms and you and Sebastian are going to have to share."

Your friend says, turning to walk into the house before you can protest.

"CONVENIENT!!"

You yell after her as she giggles.

"So where is this room?"

You ask her husband who leads you and Sebastian through the beach house and to the room your friend has assigned you to.

"What. The. Fuck."

You say as you look around the room.

It was set up as like a honeymoon suite.

Champagne, roses, candles and even silk sheets.

"What the hell does she think is going to happen? That we are going to sleep in the same bed and all of a sudden your penis is going to end up in my vagina like magic?"

You rant and Sebastian laughs.

"Y/N, Y/N, hey it's just for a weekend. It's not that big of a deal and they can't make us do anything."

Seb says putting a hand on each shoulder to get you to focus.

You nod with a sigh, knowing he was right, they couldn't make you hook up with Seb.

"Alright, fine but I swear I am going to kill her if she pulls anything else."

Sebastian agrees and the two of you get ready for the nights festivities.

It was a party set up on the beach just off the house and your friends spared no expense.

A DJ, dancefloor, all the booze you could ever ask for at the open bar and everything started with a beautiful sunset dinner near the water.

As the party really got going, you headed to the bar with a few friends, ready to do some shots, Sebastian joining in.

A few hours later, you were on the dancefloor, feeling pretty good when Sebastian is brought over by your friend.

"You two should dance!"

She yells over the music and pushes the two of you together just as a slower song begins to play.

You didn't know if it was the alcohol, the music or just the feeling of Sebastian's arms around you but you couldn't help but give into your friends request.

"Lets go upstairs."

Sebastian whispers in your ear and against everything sober you had said, drunk you agreed.

The two of you barely make it to your room before his lips are on yours.

You wake up the next morning to a raging hangover, most of the night before blank in your mind.

Sebastian is softly snoring next to you and you decide to get up to pee.

As you do, you become painfully aware that you are naked and carefully lift the sheets to see if Sebastian is as well.

"Fuck."

You whisper.

Getting up, you give yourself a second to let the room stop spinning before you quietly find some sweats and a tshirt in your bag.

You quickly get dressed and grab your phone and bag before sneaking out of the bedroom and run downstairs.

"Y/N! Finally you're awake!"

Your friend says, her voice like a meat cleaver slicing through your pounding head.

"Yeah, hey, can we go get breakfast?"

You ask.

"Sure. Should we wait for Sebastian?"

"No. Um he wants to sleep. Just us ok?"

With that, she agrees and the two of you head off into town to her favorite breakfast spot.

After getting a booth and ordering some coffee, you make your way to the bathroom, just getting there before the contents of you stomach make their way back out of you.

Twenty minutes later you rejoin your friend who had ordered you the perfect hungover breakfast and begin to eat.

"Your phone has been going off like crazy."

She says, pushing it towards you and you see the multiple missed calls from Sebastian before putting it in your purse.

As you eat, the night begins to come back to you in flashes.

The dinner, the party, shots, dancing with Sebastian, going up to the room, the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands running all over your body until he reaches behind you to unzip your dress.

You try to shake the image out of your head but it only brings up more images.

The look in his eyes as he kneels in front of you while he pulls your panties off, the feeling of his stubble tickling your leg as he leaves a trail of kisses up it, the feeling of his hair as your fingers run through it while he eats you out.

"Shit."

You mumble under your breath.

"What's wrong?"

Your friend ask and you shake your head.

"Nothing, bit my cheek."

You lie.

The sound of your voice moaning his name, nearly begging for more before he stands up and pulls off his pants and underwear, revealing his very hard member.

'Tell me what you want'

You close your eyes and can hear his voice clear as day as the full scene comes into your mind.

'Fuck me.'

You replied, watching him contemplate.

You groan as he waits, wondering what you will do if he refuses.

You reach down and begin playing with yourself as he stands back and watches with a satisfied smirk.

'You want some help?'

He asks before he moves your fingers and replaces them with his own.

His body felt amazing on top of yours.

"Y/N!"

You are brought out of your memories when your friend nearly screams your name to get your attention.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said, Sebastian just texted me and he wants to know why you won't answer. He needs to talk to you."

"Alright, just tell him we will be back later."

You sigh and pick at your food.

"Why are you avoiding Seb?"

She asks.

"I'm not."

More images begin to flood your brain as the feeling of him sliding inside of you hits.

You swear his eyes were more blue than normal as he looks into yours for just a second as he pumps in and out of you harder and harder at your request.

"Bullshit. You are avoiding him. Wait...oh my God, you had sex last night! Didn't you?"

You groan.

You friend could always read you like an open book and to be honest, you were shocked it took her this long to figure it all out.

"I knew it! Everyone said I was crazy to think that you two would give in one day but I knew it would happen!"

She says happily and you roll your eyes.

His grunts and groans fill your head as he fists the sheets to keep his balance.

You could almost feel yourself clench around him as the heat builds.

He catches your lips for a second just before he cums and buries his head in your neck.

His sloppy thrusts were just enough to push you over the edge and your toes curl as your orgasm hits, nearly making you black out.

You swallow hard as the diner and your friend come back into focus.

"So, you're avoiding him because you slept with him?"

She asks and you groan.

"It just happened. We were drunk. Like really drunk and when I woke up this morning, I didn't even remember it."

You finally admit.

"Oh, that bad huh?"

You glare as she laughs at her own joke.

"I remember it now, smart ass and it was not bad."

You take a sip of your coffee with your eyebrow raised.

"So if it was good, then why won't you talk to him?"

You sigh.

"Because drunk sex is always good and Seb and I are friends. I don't want to complicate that."

Your friend shakes her head.

"That's not it. You don't want to admit that we have all been right this whole time and there could actually be something between you two."

You spend the remainder of breakfast thinking about your friends words and before you knew it, you were headed back to the house to talk to Sebastian.

"Hey."

You say making your way into the bedroom, finding him sitting on the bed

"Hi."

He says with a small smile.

"Look, Sebastian, last night was unexpected. Amazing but unexpected and I know I shouldn't have bolted like I did but I really don't want to complicate things so lets chalk it up to the alcohol and our friends getting in our heads and leave it at that."

The words come out quickly, you wanting to make sure he couldn't interrupt your speech before you could finish.

"What if I don't want to just leave it at that?"

He asks, stopping you in your tracks as you head to the bathroom for a shower.

"What?"

He crawls to the end of the bed.

"What if I don't want to leave it at that? What if I want to try what happened last night again? Sober this time?"

He says with a slight smirk.

You cross your arms and look at him.

"Lets do it again, sober."

He says again, reaching for you, hoping you will give into him.

Your mind races, searching for the answer of what to do, one side wanting to do it again, the other screaming not to risk ruining your friendship.

Feedback is always welcomed and greatly appreciated

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It's not perfect.

Word Count:

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Pregnancy, Angst and Sadness.

Summary: Imani is tired of Sebastian's shit. He doesn't understand that if he doesn't act right, she won't be in the picture long.

A/N: I've been going through something and y'all bare with me.

"Sebastian?" Imani walked into his modern apartment. The couple has had their on and off moments and right now it's really rocky for them.

"In my room!" He replied while she sat her keys down the kitchen countertop. She is 7 months pregnant with his son so she waddled all the way to his room. The problems they faced were he was always either texting another girl, liking their photos, or interacting with them in some way. Sebastian loves Imani but can't get out of his old ways.

This is why their co-parenting but as of right now trying to fix their relationship. "Where you going?" Imani sat on his bed, taking off her sandals. Sebastian was just in his pants placing his shirt on the bed while he went to brush his teeth and etc.

"I have a couple of interviews today but I won't be out all day. Maybe we could go on a date once I'm finished?"

Imani felt her face getting hot," Yes that sounds good." Even though all their problems, he still had an effect on her.

"Anthony should be here in any minute." He said walking into his bathroom. Imani nodded, getting comfortable on the bed. Sitting there for a couple for a second, rubbing her belly, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

"I don't want to be stressed for the next couple of days." She mumbled trying to ignore it but it buzzed again grabbing her attention. Imani bit her lip, giving in to her suspicion,b and picked up Sebastian's phone.

Holli- I miss you so much, baby.

Holli- Are you still coming over after your interview? Just hang out with Imeri next time.

It was the first two messages shown on the notification screen. Tears welled in Imani's eyes because it was too good to be true. Using her face I.D. to get in. More fell as she read the countless texts between Sebastian and Ms.Holli.

Sebastian walked out of the bathroom seeing Imani holding his phone. He knew he was fucked. "Imani..."

"Yeah just hang out with Imeri next." Imani gave a dry laugh wiping her tears. "I knew this shit was too good to be true."

"She doesn't mean anything to me, Imani." Sebastian tries with her but she wasn't listening.

"You don't even have to lie Sebastian. We're never going to fix what we have because you're stuck in your old ways!" She cried struggling to put on her sandals since her bump was in the way. "Ugh, I can't get this stupid shoe on!"

"Imani I'm sorry okay? I wasn't thinking." Sebastian reasons with her trying to take the shoe but she snatches away.

To him, texting other females never bothered him because no one has ever corrected him in the past. He has no self-control and doesn't know it. But seeing Imani heartbroken over him tore him to pieces, he hates seeing her cry. "I'm so sorry."

"You don't mean it, Sebastian! This is all lies because once I accept it, you only be the perfect boyfriend for two days then you right back to being a hoe. I'm tired." Imani gets out the bed, heading down the hallway. Sebastian grabs her hand to keep her from leaving. He doesn't want Imani out of his life, she means everything to him plus she carries his son.

"Imani I’m sorry baby. I’m really in love with you and with all the strength in my body, I will do better for you."

"Sebastian you don't mean it. Let's face it, this relationship is a mistake. Hell, I'm not even your type."

"What the hell Imani, you are my type! Imani stops pushing me away. I know I need to work on myself but I also need you in my life too. You complete me." Sebastian pulled her into his arms, feeling her stomach against him.

She completely broke down, "What...What did I do to deserve this??" Imani clutched onto Sebastian's shirt. He closed his eyes placing his chin on top of her forehead. He just held her while she cried.

"Imani I'm going to be a better man for you and for our son. I promise."

"Sebastian we can't be together." Imani pulled back from the hug, wiping her tears. Seb looked at her in disbelief.

"What? No!, Imani, I'm sorry I fucked up okay? Imani..." His face turned red from panic. She kissed his cheek, then walked out of his apartment. Out his life.

He just lost his future wife and son.

Sebastian now knew that his actions definitely had consequences.

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Okay so it's something short but like I said I've been going through shit plus having baby fever so why not put those two together!

This was something just to take my mind off it.

If it's corny, my bad, and plus I didn't feel like repeatedly writing the word Y/N so I used an actual name.

Plus it's probably gone be a while before I write something else. I move into college next weekend.

stay slutty my friends!

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I FORGIVE YOU, SEB | Sebastian Vettel

f1 masterlist | history series masterlist | season 1

summary: things are so difficult between seb and di, but they try to make things work... or, at least, that's seb's goal

word count: 3974

warnings: bad language, curse words, toxic relationships, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sex (blowjob). everything that is represented here doesn’t define how drivers are in real life. remember this is a fictional work and all you see represented here is just fiction. narrated in both di and seb's pov.

a/n: posting this from uni because i've been so stressed that i totally forgot about posting the last chapter, as well as a few one shots, i'm sorry! buuuut... history season 2 is just finished! history season 3, leave, will be posted from may 24th to may 31st.

taglist: [@theseerbetweenus @annewithaneofthegreengable @vincentvanshoe @formulaonebuff @roisinivy] if you wanna be tagged in each part just tell me in the comments <3

feedback, as well as reblogs and comments, are truly appreciated!

2009

Heppenheim, Germany

Sebastian

"I've talked to Di and we're going to meet."

Britta's expression was a picture when I told her that, so was mine even though I tried to show just the opposite: confidence.

After my words, I positioned myself in front of the woman, who was lost in the pages of a magazine, absorbed, possibly reading about how Jenson Button had won the 2009 Formula 1 season, completely deservedly, over yours truly, Sebastian Vettel, and also about the high chances the newly incorporated Fernando Alonso had of winning the next one.

"Sebastian Vettel is nothing but a spoiled, pampered child, who is being given everything he definitely does not deserve, for being a false young promise in the world of motorsport. What the German does best is to put on shows and be the center of attention, just as it happened with Diana Wagner at the last German Grand Prix. The girl, an Austrian living in Barcelona and, let's not deny it, quite attractive, is now happily pregnant by Nico Rosberg, with whom she started her relationship..."

I couldn't continue reading the nonsense that the media had been talking about lately since Rosberg was seen with that blonde who, while they didn't know she was Di, I knew perfectly as soon as I saw her face because I knew her all too well. My nerves plummeted, and that's why, as if it were a reflex act, I did nothing but snatch the tangle of photos and gossip from my PR and tossed it aside, without looking where it fell, but forgetting about its existence shortly after.

"Why did you do that?" she yelled at me, visibly angry, pointing her index finger at me. "What do you mean you're going to talk to Diana?"

Didn't she understand German or was I explaining myself poorly?

"I've talked to Di and we're going to meet," I repeated, a little louder this time. "We're going to meet at a nearby café. I think we need to clarify everything that has happened since..."

"Since she found out you were dating Hanna because you didn't bother to be more careful or put in enough effort to hide it," she cut me off.

Exactly.

"You know as much as I do that was going to happen," I countered, even though she was right, simply because, as always, I didn't want to admit it.

"Don't you dare contradict me, Sebastian Vettel," she replied, now standing up and approaching me angrily. "And even less so on this. Most of what has happened, if not all, has been your fault."

That was a lie. The fault had been solely Hanna's for behaving so badly with Diana that day, or my sister's, who sometimes seems stupid and doesn't know when to keep quiet.

I didn't know that Prater was kissing me on purpose so that my paddock girl would see it and it would bother her. Either that, or I pretended so well not to hurt my girl, the love of my life, by not having her at a Grand Prix earlier.

Whatever it was, everything went from bad to worse, and it ended up hurting me more than expected because not only did I have to endure days of bad mood from my girlfriend, but also desperation and headaches from not receiving a response to the voicemail I sent to Di.

And here we are now.

"Before you tell me that the fault lies with Hanna, who was only happy to finally spend time with her boyfriend," she began to lecture me, "or with your sister, who is just a child who did it to enjoy time with her family," was she reading my mind or was I dreaming? "you know it's yours and yours alone."

Yes, I knew all that was true- However, it was easier for me to deal with the guilt and the sense of guilt if I blamed others for asking for what, although at first I thought it would be something more routine in my life, ended up becoming something essential that I never thought I would lose.

Better than something, someone.

"You've completely ignored Diana since you yelled all those things at her at Nürburgring and she ran away. And Hanna? I don't want to speak ill of her," she clarified before saying anything else, "but you've allowed her to come between your friendship with Diana and not only that: to manipulate you too."

"Britta, it wasn't like that," I tried to defend my... girlfriend? "I was the one who started to obsess about whether I wanted Hanna or Di, and I became almost sickly obsessed with the latter to the point that I made Hanna feel bad. It's my fault no matter how much I try to play dumb most of the time," I admitted.

"And didn't she make Diana feel bad because of her jealousy? Because she couldn't stand that there was a remote possibility that you might replace her with your teammate?"

She didn't just make her feel bad, she made her feel like the crap you find lying on the ground that everyone steps on except you, because you don't want to get dirty. She had enough the previous year with Alex and company, and that's why I tried to talk to my girlfriend. Every attempt to make her see reason, to my misfortune and, above all, Di's, was in vain: according to her, Diana was just a hindrance in her path, and that's why she ended up clashing with her several times. And if she kissed me in the middle of the garage, it was because she felt like it, not because she wanted to make her feel bad. That was the last thing she intended.

Could that, Hanna's possible manipulation, be causing my confusion? Or was it that I was...?

It didn't matter. After all, it was not important to rack my brains over a person who was no longer in my life; at least, not as much as before or as much as I would like.

"It's not your confusion, Sebastian," I didn't understand how the woman in front of me was guessing each and every one of the thoughts I was having. "You simply didn't try hard enough to take care of that friendship, and that's what made Hanna, in the end, get her way."

"Di should have understood from the beginning that we were together," I ignored her little speech. I was tired of hearing things that, from my point of view, weren't true.

She sat back down on the couch, inviting me to sit beside her. As soon as I did, I noticed that her expression was completely different from what it usually was: while Britta used to be smiling most of the time, now she seemed more serious, and that was not at all common for her.

"Listen to me carefully, Sebastian," she took my face in her hands and brought our faces as close as possible. "Neither you are to blame for falling in love with Diana, nor is she to blame for you behaving like this with her."

Like this? Ignoring her, as I should have done from the beginning, and putting my girlfriend before her?

Britta was crazy, and she kept saying more and more crazy things that made me feel crazier.

Or was I the one with the problem, and she was just making me see reality?

"Don't you think Hanna is afraid?" Roeske interjected after an uncomfortable silence of just a few seconds.

"Afraid of what?" I asked, not understanding what she meant.

"Of being replaced," she snapped. "Of being replaced by Di."

My head began to accumulate a series of thoughts that I couldn't describe. I was sure that Hanna had been the love of my life for quite some time; at the same time, I knew firsthand that all the jealousy attacks and gossip she unleashed about the blonde who was becoming my favorite were just that: nonsensical words about someone you don't really know.

We tend to prejudge and hurt when we don't know the true identity of someone, and that's the saddest thing about this world: that we rarely get to know the real face of people because we don't give them the chance. And whose fault is that? Ours, for speaking before knowing.

I know that if Di and Hanna weren't caught up in all this turmoil because of me, they would be good friends. I am lucky, or unlucky, depending on how you look at it, to say that my girls are too similar and different at the same time; and I'm not just talking about physically.

"Maybe Hanna felt threatened by the bond Di and I created last year," I admitted.

"Does Hanna know you're meeting Diana?"

No way.

"What? No!" I yelled. "If Hanna panics, I panic… And if I panic, the media panics and start talking shit as usual," I explained as I quickly moved around the living room. "I also don't want to give you extra work during the holidays, Britta. You know how I am."

"Exactly, because I know how you are, it's what scares me the most," she objected. "Have you thought about how you're going to tell the media that you've ended your relationship?"

How? Me, ended with Hanna?

"But..."

"You told me you wanted to talk to Wagner about that, Sebastian."

She threw that at me without any scruples, and what shocked me the most, without it being true. If I remember correctly, I hadn't said anything about my breakup in this short conversation we were having because there was nothing to say: Hanna and I hadn't broken up, we were still together and would continue to be. Although I wish not.

What was she saying?

God, feeling confused right now was an understatement. My head was spinning, and I didn't know why. Maybe, I had consumed some weed and that's why I was like this, because it wasn't normal for me to feel more and more confused, as if I were in an alternate reality where I couldn't trust anything or anyone.

"I'm leaving, I can't take this anymore," I lied as best as I could.

I realized I had been talking to myself when I turned around because Britta was no longer there.

I left my house as fast as I could, and a feeling of anxiety began to grow inside me. I felt very strange, and I had no idea why. As soon as I set foot on the street, completely covered in snow, I noticed that although everything around me seemed like my town, in a way it wasn't. With my hands tucked into the pockets of my RedBull jacket, which I hardly ever wore out of season, I was looking around because I had never felt Heppenheim so different.

Children weren't running around on the sidewalks to go to the parks that Lara and Fabian used to frequent, and that Melanie, Stephanie, and I used to visit some years ago; the same was true for the cars, which seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Not to mention the hustle and bustle in the small neighborhood shops and the only shopping center... there was no trace of anyone.

Even the wind's breath was too gentle, and it seemed to mimic the sighs of a sleeping person.

But I focused on what had been going around in my head since that stupid fight on my part, obviously, I had with Diana.

Hanna and she were two people who, with the passing of more or less time, had become fundamental to my life. While Hanna was the person I was sharing my personal life with and building a future, the same thing happened with Di: I literally spent hours with her, especially since the intern had joined, at the same time as me, Red Bull Racing team.

There were too many issues to handle alone, and that's why I hadn't confronted them: hence my anxiety had increased, attacks included. And, if we add the criticism from journalists in the motorsport and gossip world...

Why did I feel the need to hide my friendship with Di from Hanna? And to hide my relationship with Hanna from Di?

And Hanna's jealousy… was it really because she was afraid of losing what we had built up for some time now, and had planned to build in the years to come? I knew my girlfriend had insecurities, just like me, but were they so deep that they would hurt Diana?

Had I lost Di because of fear of the unknown?

The whirlwind was still there when suddenly, I bumped into someone. I lifted my gaze, and there she was, as beautiful as ever. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, and her bangs covered her eyes, my favorite physical part of her, more than usual. Despite seeming just as surprised as I was to have run into each other so suddenly, she was, to my surprise, the first to speak:

"Hello, Seb."

"Hello, Di."

I didn't know where to start or what to say to her. There was so much to talk about and, especially, to clarify, that the words began to get stuck in my throat, as if they didn't want to come out. She also seemed very nervous, and that only made me lose myself even more in her.

"I know that maybe it wasn't a good idea to show up here, but I think I owed it to you in some way."

No, she didn't owe it to me, but Diana was too good for this world. In the end, she was the first to articulate a word, her hands pointing to the space around us, which no longer seemed to be my hometown, but the Nürburgring pit lane, right where we last talked. My confusion was evident. At least, that was what the strange look Wagner gave me showed.

"What's wrong with you?" the girl wanted to know, still standing in place, as if she couldn't move. "Is it about what happened here a few months ago?"

"I'm confused, Di," I had the courage to admit.

The blonde nodded understandingly, as if she were a machine.

"I completely understand, Seb. The same thing happens to me with Nico and with you," she replied. Was that why she was dating Rosberg? Her belly, much more noticeable than usual, seemed to suggest otherwise. "Hanna and I... let's say we didn't get along from the beginning," she returned to the previous topic.

"But why?" I insisted almost desperately. "What bothers you about her?"

"I don't know, you should ask her that," she replied honestly. All I know is that your girlfriend wasn't good to me. Besides, after all you told me, here," she pointed to the asphalt, "we became strangers to each other."

"That's what I don't understand, Di," her gaze made me correct myself immediately, "I mean, Diana... You and I are friends, aren't we?"

She shook her head. Iimmediately, she began to nod. She began to hold onto her belly tightly, something I considered as a kind of defense mechanism to feel more comfortable and, in part, calmer.

"Yes, just friends," she clarified with a forced smile. "Do you think we could have something more at some point?"

Yes, of course I wanted something more with her at some point, but I couldn't tell her because I knew she was already making her life with Rosberg… at least according to the media.

I wanted to tell her that I wanted to leave Hanna and start a relationship with her. I wanted her to become Diana Vettel, my wife, and make her the happiest person in the world along with our children. Saying that I wanted to share a life with her for the rest of my life was what I most desired, but not only my voice, but also my pride, and partly my reputation and common sense, made me hide all those feelings.

In those moments, I wished I was Nico Rosberg. The only thing that comforted me was knowing that, knowing me, I would be treating her as she deserved. Di deserved to be treated like a queen, and that was an understatement.

"No," I tried to hide the truth as much as possible. "You and I will always be friends, Diana Wagner."

While Diana kept talking to me about her pregnancy and her relationship with my teammate, I began to hear whispers that gradually became louder, as if someone, shouting in my ear, was interrupting our conversation.

"I know, Sebastian. You and I will always be one, no matter who gets in between us," the Austrian replied, still not moving from her spot.

"Do you think we can try again?" I said, trying not to show the emotion I really felt when I saw a shy smile forming on her face. "Do you think you can forgive me?"

She looked at me and could do nothing but nod repeatedly, as if she were marking some kind of rhythm. Her lips curved even more, and relief began to wash over me.

"I forgive you, Seb."

My eyes snapped open, and I woke up to a little light seeping through the curtains. My heart was racing and sweat was soaking my forehead much more than after a race. For a moment, I didn't know where I was, so I took some time, albeit desperately, to recognize everything.

It was my room. I was on my bed, with Hanna beside me, shaking me as if her life depended on it.

It had all been a dream, and I didn't know how to feel about it, relieved or worried that nothing had been real: relieved because, maybe, there was a remote possibility that Di hadn't gone out with Nico, and worried simply because what had been discussed had been in vain.

"What's wrong, honey?"

My eyes roamed over to my girlfriend, who leaned over me and started planting kisses all over my face. I could see her breasts exposed, and I also felt my nakedness under the sheets. Gradually, I remembered the events of last night and how, after drinking a few too many glasses of champagne with our families for New Year's Eve, Hanna and I ended up begging each other for more pleasure.

"Oh, Seb... stop being so silly," she said, rearranging herself and leaning on the headboard, still looking at me. "It was all a dream, but you don't have to worry about anything or anyone, and much less about the people who don't respond to the voicemails you're so good at hiding!" Her ironic tone made my anger grow a little, but I let it go. It wasn't the day or the right time to finally tell the blonde a few things. "I trust you," she kissed me, "and I know that 2010 is going to be a great year for you," she concluded.

Her words reassured me and reminded me of everything I had done so far, and what I would continue to do until further notice because I couldn't afford to hurt anyone; I was too good even for that, no matter how much the press tried to sell the opposite.

I had to continue ignoring Diana Wagner, act as if she didn't exist, or at least as if she had never appeared in my life and turned it upside down. Turn a deaf ear to the fact that I had fallen in love with her, and forget to acknowledge that I was too afraid to leave Hanna because the unknown terrified me more than I had ever thought. I was used to routine and didn't want to cause more harm than I apparently had to my best friend, Hanna Prater, no matter how much she was doing to me by behaving and talking in such ways about the girl who, in part, could have been me.

If Di, my Di, was the right person, we were right for each other, we would end up finding each other again somehow.

[...]

2009

December 31st Gland, Switzerland

Schumacher Residence

Diana

A black sequined dress, perfectly fitted to my curves, with a quite promising neckline that showed even more than necessary, was what Nico Rosberg, the new Mercedes driver, and my boyfriend, had chosen for our first dinner together. My blonde hair fell over my shoulders, a bit tousled; the same went for my makeup, a little smudged. It had all been the German's idea, who had decided to have a quick session of sex, mainly a blowjob that he had fancied as a belated Christmas gift, before going down to the main hall of the Schumacher residence.

The night before New Year's Eve was going wonderfully. As soon as my boyfriend told me that the family, and more specifically, Michael, his new teammate, had invited us to spend New Year's Eve at their house, I couldn't contain my excitement. Obviously, Nico got angry and yelled at me to stop acting like a fool, that I wasn't five years old to react like that. I was annoyed at first, but I ended up agreeing with him. It wasn't the occasion to behave like a fan going to my idol's house.

Dinner was better than I expected, as well as the warm welcome I received from Corinna, along with the kindness and affection I quickly felt for Gina and Mick while the men chatted, made me feel at home for the first time. I was so relaxed that I didn't even force myself to look for my mobile phone, hidden somewhere among Nico's belongings, to answer the calls that my sister, who was with my father and his sister, my aunt, in the hospital, would have possibly made to me. If something good had come from my father dying faster and faster it was that, in part, the family had come together again.

The countdown began as we talked animatedly about trivial things, like anecdotes and a few jokes. The lights went out suddenly, and I saw the seven-time champion coming with some sparklers in his hands, trying not to burn himself, which he handed out to each of us.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

2010 would indeed be my year, I was sure of that.

"Seven, six, five..."

Remembering him came in flashbacks, and as much as I told myself it was time to get over it, it was impossible, especially when everything seemed so red in my head.

"Four, three, two..."

I had to do my best to leave Sebastian behind, even though forgetting him was like trying to know somebody I never met.

He was my past, and Nico was my future.

"Happy New Year!"

Nico, catching me off guard and ignoring the children's dancing and the affectionate kiss of the married couple, took my chin firmly, forcefully, and kissed me desperately, as if I were going to leave at any moment. His tongue slipped into my mouth even though I hadn't given permission; as always, I ended up reluctantly responding. His hands were roaming my body, and I could feel his desire awaken with the slight touches our intimacy seemed to be igniting.

He knew perfectly well how to make me feel valid, loved, desired; I was clear that if he treated me like this, it was because I deserved it.

If I was a game to Nico Rosberg, I was more than willing to accept all his deals to feel loved by someone once in my life because I knew that no one, never, was going to end up loving me.

As the tabloids had begun to say after the leaked photos in Monaco, who would want to be with a girl like me?

Who would want Diana Wagner?

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munstysmind · 3 years

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OVERACHIEVER - Maddison - An Original Story

WARNING/S: Medical

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Maddie lets out a loud groan, she’s going to kill Sebastian for being so fucking loud. And why the hell is it so bright?

"Mads" she hears him say, he sounds worried. Confused, she opens her eyes, blinking as they adjust to the light.

Not recognising where she is she panics, quickly sitting up which causes her head to spin and she flops back down.

"Hey hey, you’re OK" he says, giving her hand a squeeze. Finally realising she's in hospital, she looks around again and sees Sebastian sitting on a chair next to her bed.

"Wha...." she starts, looking at him confused

"You passed out" he says as he shifts from the chair to the edge of her bed

"Oh god" she groans, covering her eyes "how bad?"

"Pretty bad. Your blood sugar was dangerously low and you have one of the worst cases of dehydration the doctor says he's seen in years" he tells her, fussing with her blankets.

"What can I say, I'm an overachiever" she says with a small laugh, shrugging slightly.

"It's not funny Mads. You scared the hell out of me" he says. He’d spent the entire ambulance trip close to tears, silently praying that she would be OK.

"Sorry" she whispers, looking down at her lap. She hasn’t stopped to think about how worried he must have been.

"Hey" he says softly, taking her hand and giving it a gently squeeze. She looks up at him, smiling a little when he brings her hand up to his mouth and presses a few gently kisses to the skin.

"There’s something you need to know" he says with a sigh as a frown appears on his face. She knows that look. It's not good.

"What?"

"Jared called"

"Please tell me you didn't say anything"

"Mads…"

"Damn it Seb"

"I'm sorry. He wanted to see if you were OK, you weren't answering his messages and he got worried. He heard the emergency room noises. I wasn't about to lie"

"That's exactly what you should have done. How much does he know"

"Just that you're getting fluids because of the dehydration. I didn't say anything about you passing out. I'm not that stupid"

"I beg to differ" she snaps before quickly sitting up, panicked "I'm gonna be sick"

He gets a barf bag under her just in time. Her throat burns as she brings up nothing but stomach acid.

Laying back down, the last three days become too much for her and she starts to cry, tears rolling down her face.

"I can't do this anymore Seb" she tells him. She's exhausted. She's been having nightmares again and has barley slept since being sick "I don't want to do this anymore"

"I know" he says, looking at her sadly. This isn't like when she's anxious or scared, he's able to help when she's like that. Right now there's nothing he can do and it's hard. He's never seen her this sick before.

She shifts on the bed before reaching for him, making grabby hands in the process, and he knows what she wants. He's just about to lay down next to her when his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and looks who it is, making a face as he shows her the caller ID.

She gives him a small nods and sighs as he answers. She can hear Jensen on the other end of the call. He doesn't sound happy.

"sebastian, i swear to god..."

"She's OK"

"sebastian, she's in the hospital. that doesn't sound very ok to me"

"Jensen, she's exhausted. She hasn't been able to keep anything down for days. They needed to get fluids and electrolytes into her and the fastest way to do that is with a drip. The doctor wants to keep her in overnight as a precaution, that's all"

"why didn't you tell me she was this sick?"

"Because she asked me not to"

"sebastian"

"Look, she asked me not to say anything because she didn't want you to freak out and get in a plane to New York which we both know is exactly what you would have done. And you know how pissed off she gets when she's sick so I wasn't about to go behind her back and do something that would make her punch me in the mouth"

"can I talk to her?"

Her eyes almost come out of her head as she starts to panic, she really isn't in the mood for a Jensen Lecture but Sebastian doesn't miss a beat

"She's asleep"

"ok... look, i gotta go. can you please get her to call me in the morning?"

"Yeah"

"thank you"

Sebastian hangs up and puts his phone back in his pocket before looking at Maddie.

"Thank You" she says quietly, giving him a small smile

"You know I've always got your back" he tells her, giving her knee a gentle squeeze

"You're too good to me"

"I know"

"I'll still punch you"

"Oh I know, just not the face. We start filming in a few weeks"

She lets out a small laugh and shakes her head at him.

"OK, face is off limits" she says as her eyes start to get heavy and she fights to stay awake.

"It's OK, Mads. Just rest. I’m not going anywhere" he says, ruining his hand over her forehead

"Love you" she mumbles as she quickly drifts off

"Love you too" he tells her, gently kissing the top of her head before settling back into the chair beside her, feet up on her bed and dozing off himself.

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A/N: Eugh, I always feel funny writing behind-the-scene stuff - it never feels natural. Anyway, ya'll should go and watch TITNID again for this chapter -- just for the feels

Warnings: none, just some floof and dark academia shit

Caity's jaw practically hit the floor, "You slammed the door in her face?"

Shy meanwhile erupted into applause, her rings clicking against the eyeliner she held in her hand, "That's my girl,"

Eva simply shrugged, "She's lucky that's all I did. I mean -- is it me? Or do people just have the audacity to think the world turns at their every whim?"

"No, honey. That's most people -- and it's getting worse," Larissa huffed, changing back into her regular clothes after just pulling off her own gown, "You wouldn't believe the tantrums women are pulling over the phone when I tell them they have to wear their masks in the salon,"

Shy pointed at her, "Which is exactly why I'm staying out of customer service,"

Caity shook her head as she laced up the back of Eva's gown, "I think you should lodge a complaint with the landlord, honey. That letter was bad enough -- is she gonna' come breaking down your door when you have your movie a little too loud?"

Eva inhaled sharply when the dress tightened around her ribcage -- she swore there wasn't supposed to be a corset in this thing, "She's strikes me more as the type to turn the hose on teenagers giving each other a goodnight kiss,"

"Well, lucky for you, you live in a complex," Shy said, "Where's she gonna get a hose from?"

"I don't know, but I'm not interested in finding out," Eva replied.

"I have a solution for you, then. You should move in with us," Shy grinned.

Larissa beamed, "Hey! That's not a bad idea! The boys will give you a great rate!"

Eva smiled at the gesture, "As much as I would love to be able to afford to break my lease, I'm gonna pass,"

Caity then turned to Shy, "Shy, how long was it before you moved in with Emerson?"

Shy shrugged, keeping her dark eyes fixed on her reflection in the vanity mirror as she applied her test make up, "Well -- we still don't really live together. I mean -- I spend all my time at the house but I still live on campus. I have to when the guys go back on tour,"

Larissa hummed in thought, "I'd been dating Seb for about eight months before we bought a place together," she said.

"What about you and Hayden, Caity?" Eva asked.

"I think we'd been dating just over a year before we tried it out. Sheesh, my mom was all up my ass for months. Just going on and on 'it's too early! you're wasting your money!' blah-blah-blah!" she replied.

"And look at you both, now," Larissa grinned.

"Exactly! Yeah, we were young -- but us girls, we just have an intuition about this stuff. If you have a partner you trust then for sure you can jump in head first," the journalist replied.

Eva grunted again as the bodice squeezed her waist tighter, "I trust Remington with a lot -- I just don't think I'm ready at this stage to even consider moving in together,"

"And you absolutely don't have to be," Shy said, "Emerson and I were together for about two years before I even gave him a key to my place,"

"I guess it's just all about how comfortable you feel sharing a space together," Larissa said, "I can't lie, sometimes it's tough having to coexist with a partner -- especially one that's on the road six to eight months out of the year,"

"But you know, that's one of the perks of us all being friends," Caity said, "We all know how lonely it can get so we have to stick together,"

"That's right," Shy quipped.

Caity tied off the bodice, standing back for Eva to have a look at herself in the mirror, "And voila! Whatcha' think, beautiful?"

Eva did a short twirl in front of the full length mirror, the pastel pink silk and trim popping against her olive complexion. The skirt fell gracefully, its red floral print folding and jumping through the swishing folds. Of course, the dress wouldn't be enough for the music video, she'd have to be dolled up with some jewelry and the right hair style. However, Eva couldn't deny that she look absolutely sensational.

"My Lord, it's gorgeous" she exhaled, "I just -- do you think it's okay if I were able to breathe in it?"

Caity's eyes went wide, "Oh! For sure! Sorry, hun," and she began to undo and retie the bodice, "Couldn't help it with this bodice. Your waist looks fantastic!"

"Don't speak too soon, we haven't seen Shy in her dress, yet," Eva said.

Larissa came to stand with Caity as she redid the bodice, raising her hands to Eva's hair, "Do you mind?"

"Not at all,"

She combed her fingers through the short locks, the hairs at the front of her scalp still falling forwards as the rest was pulled back to meet at her nape. Her hair was still too short to be tied in a full up-do, with any small ponytail she could muster reminding Eva of Pepper's fuzzy tail.

"What if we did two dutch braids pinned all the way to the back, and we'll keep your wispy bangs out front so it doesn't look so severe," Larissa thought aloud.

"How are you gonna' get the hair to stay back there without a ponytail?" Eva asked.

"Oh, I've got my tricks," the stylist assured.

The girls turned when they heard the vanity stool scrape against the tile of the dressing room, watching Shy stand and shake out her immaculate dark brown hair. Her makeup was flawless; her high cheek bones pronounced with highlight, and her already glamorous eyes lined in just the right weight of black as not to appear too under or overdressed. She'd finished the look with a dramatic red lip, and automatically she carried the same attitude and influence as Jessica Rabbit.

"Holy smokes, girlfriend!" Caity exclaimed, "Bringing Vampira into the 21st century!"

Shy simpered with a wave of her hand, "Oh please, you flatter me too much,"

Eva and Shy chatted amongst each other as they entered the house, bags dangling from their arms filled with makeup products and accessories for the shoot. And needless to say, Shy had a hell of a time explaining to Eva what half the bottles in the aisles were.

“Boys! We’re home!” she announced.

“Kitchen!” Remington shouted back.

Eva glanced around briefly, “Everything’s in one piece and nothing smells like it’s burning - we’re making improvements,” she noted.

They found Emerson and Remington sitting at a table with another young woman, slender and pale yet dressed down in one of the band’s merch hoodies despite the sweltering heat. Papers were scattered across the surface, more writing and sketches awry and cluttered than Emerson’s desk on a good day.

Emerson grinned as the girls sauntered in, Remington simpered seeing the bags dangling mid-air, “Fitting went well, I see,”

“Well enough they needed new eyeshadow despite my having a fresh Palette Royale in the storage locker,” Emerson said, not bothering to look up from his laptop.

Shy scoffed, “One: you guys are using that in a give-away at the end of the month. Two: a garage and a storage locker are two different things, honey,” she pointed out coyly.

“Shy was helping me pick out some new makeup products so I wouldn’t have to keep borrowing Remington’s,” Eva added.

“Not that it’s not cute,” Shy reassured, “But you know how nasty it is to share mascara with another person? All the bacteria - eugh!”

Remington nodded, “Oh - I guess I really didn’t have temporary cataracs after all,” he joked, “By the way, Eva - this is Billie. She’s one of the best illustrators in Los Angeles,”

Eva smiled as she bumped elbows with Billie and introduced herself, just cutting in to Emerson’s snide clearing of his throat. Remington proceeded to roll his eyes, “You’re just my brother, I don’t need to keep complimenting you,”

Billie quickly interjected before Emerson could start bickering, “Anyway - it’s great to finally meet you, Eva! Emerson showed me the work you’ve been doing with the story boards. I’ve done some sketches off some of the passages if you wanna’ check ‘em out!”

Eva felt herself going red in the face, “Oh — my gosh! Yes! That’s insane!” she was giddy as she pulled out an array of pieces — some of which could hardly be referred to as just sketches. Eva was near completely blown away as she stared wide-eyed at tall, dapper young men embodying the proses she wrote out; the line work so very faint but the water-color so vivid and surreal the expressions seemed to leap right off the page.

“These are sketches?” Eva gaped, holding up a seemingly regal portrait of Sebastian in a polished brown suit, sitting back in an 18th style arm chair while looking unamused with whatever action was proceeding before him, “These are amazing!"

"Thanks," Billie smiled.

Remington leapt from his seat, quick to open and begin to pick through the girls' bags, "Let's see what you bought, here," and he pulled out a pink-tinged highlight powder.

"I didn't go too crazy," Eva admitted, leaning against the breakfast bar, "Think I'm more of a neutral palette, anyway,"

Shy snickered as she sat at the table, "We'll have that fixed before Halloween, babe," she then reached into her own bag and pulled out a tube of mascara, handing it to Emerson, "This one's for you,"

Emerson's sleepy eyes lit up when he read the label of his usual brand across the plastic red tube, "Aw, you're the best,"

"I know,"

Eva simpered, "I know it's not high-end Sephora-type shit, but I mean hey -- the Quo aisle at the drug store is my new Lore Olympus,"

Billie's jaw nearly dropped, "You read Lore Olympus?" she asked incredulously.

"Hell yeah! I'm up to episode 16 --"

"Okay, no spoilers then!" Billie warned, "I'm on 12 right now,"

"Fair warning -- you're gonna' get a little pissed off around episode 15,"

"Dammit,"

Remington couldn't help but the little grin that spread to his lips when he pulled out a brand new red and gold eyeshadow palette that matched the used one he had, "You got some great taste for palettes, Eva,"

Eva smirked coyly, "Figured I should probably stop using yours so much,"

"And that's a bad thing because...?"he wrapped his free arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to kiss her temple.

"Bacteria!" Emerson hissed.

"You wanna talk about bacteria?" Billie quipped, "I've watched you barefoot through the public parks, my dude,"

"Shoes are just a subjective ideal,"

It wasn't long before Remington was anxious to try out Eva's new products. Tubes and brushes scattered the end table as Eva sat on the bed, her legs crossed in a pretzel while Remington finished applying the bronzer.

"You sure I shouldn't go a shade lighter?" she asked, her voice teetering with unease.

Remington shook his head, "No, no, this is balanced. Any lighter you may as well just have bought another setting powder,"

When he'd finished he picked up the eyeshadow palette, his index finger swirling over the eight glittering colours, "Does the lady have a preference?"

Eva shrugged, hardly glancing at the variety, "Surprise me,"

He didn't need to be told twice, pulling himself to sit closer and dabbing a fresh brush into the palette, all the time his eyes couldn't help but he trained on his sweet girl.

"You know -- I appreciate that you let me do this," he spoke softly, raising the brush without even having to tell Eva to close her eyes, her doing so on instinct.

"Well, I appreciate you teaching me about makeup," she replied, "-- As well as some other things,"

"Oh yeah?" he quirked an eyebrow, "Like what?"

"Just some things..." Eva shrugged, "Vegan cooking, grocery store shenanigans, playing Oasis on the piano --"

"You mean watching me play Oasis on the piano," he countered.

Eva smirked, "It's just really nice watching you in your element,"

Remington traded his eyeshadow for the liquid highlight, "If I didn't know better I'd think you're trying to blow up my ego..." he simpered. Eva simply rolled her eyes as she thumped his shoulder, "Ah! Ah! Easy!" he warned, holding up the glimmering pipette, "One false move and we're both wearing Quo liquid highlight,"

"Just means we have to wash our clothes and shower," Eva grinned smugly.

Remington faintly shook his head, instructing her to turn her head and applying the smallest drops of highlight, "In all seriousness, I'm grateful for a lot of things that you've shown me these seven months,"

"Like what?"

"Patience. A lot of patience," Remington sighed, "I mean -- just getting through the summer was challenging enough; if I didn't have you to bring me down to Earth time-to-time..."

"No one blames you for being anxious, Remington," she assured him.

"And I appreciate a lot more things with you. Like slowing down in the morning and sitting on your terrace while we drink coffee. And we watch the cars and the people walking around and it's just really quiet and really, really nice," he rambled on, "Just being with you is everything to me,"

Eva's cheeks flushed -- regardless of the product -- and her eyes averted to her lap, "Well, my examples just totally suck now compared to yours,"

Remington chuckled, "I'm still a couple meals away from turning you full vegan,"

"You're not even full vegan, though!" she laughed.

"Says who?"

"Says the tuna sashimi we ate the other day,"

"Alright, fine. I'm a flexetarian,"

This time she only poked him in the ribs, " -- I'm grateful for you teaching me how to trust... and be open with people," she admitted suddenly, "I was feeling so stifled when I moved, nobody seemed interested in holding conversations outside pop culture or cultivating genuine friendships. And then I meet you and all your friends and I'm reminded that what I got already is enough,"

He hooked a finger under her chin, pulling her close enough to inhale the sweet candy scent of her shimmery lipgloss, "What you got is so unique and precious compared to these Hollywood Elitists," he grinned, "Alright, so you're not the girl that people expect me to want -- but you're the girl that I need, Eva,"

Her stomach was a flutter, her ears hanging off every word the fell from his lips. Her arms weaved around his neck, her back arching forward to close out the air between them. She kissed him softly, whispering sweet nothings in between, neither of them giving a damn that they were smudging Remington's makeup job.

"You know, I think that's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me," she muttered.

Remington's smile faltered, "Jesus,"

"What is it?"

"If that's the most romantic shit I've ever said than I really need to step up my game," he huffed.

Eva began to laugh merrily, "Remington, c'mon!"

"Eva, you read Will Blake and Mary Shelley for fun! How am I supposed to compete?" he smirked back.

Her hair swayed as she shook her head in dismay, "Fact you know who William Blake is impresses me enough,"

The shadowy halls were abuzz with prop handlers and lighting crews running back and forth, it was the most action the dark academia-esque mansion had seen since before the pandemic. A popular location for lower budget films and music videos, there was a rejuvenated hustle throughout the cast and crew, everyone excited and grateful to be able to work on a film set yet again.

Despite it's brooding interior, the sun shone against the clay and concrete walls, basking the pinky-orange walls in a warm, iridescent glow. That glow filtered down the courtyard and into the smaller forest, lush, vibrant trees created a thin canopy over the white horse and century-appropriate buggy that was waiting for its cue. Remington -- unable to help but be a lover of animals -- was petting the horse's snout, entranced by the docile creature that -- more than likely -- was just waiting for its handler to give him a snack.

He turned at the sound of crunching pebbles and leaves, his smile growing wider as Eva approached. She wasn't dressed yet, still wearing a black crop top and her baggy jeans with the belt sitting under the waistband of her fishnets underneath. The sun broke through holes in the tree canopy, falling gently over her and casting the most brilliant patterns across her darling face.

It was the first time she saw him made up in his "vampire" get up. The singer was dressed in a fine black suit, taking on more of a modern cut with the sleek sport jacket and slacks while his brothers wore coats with brass buttons and fine embroidery. His hair was long enough to brush over his shoulders, wavy and unkept yet styled to match his dark eyeshadow and liner -- making him appear dashing, enticing, and yet quite beguiling.

"Wow," she breathed out, "You look... I mean -- wow," she giggled sheepishly.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Remington smirked, "Where's your dress?"

"Wardrobe's not ready for me, yet," she shrugged, coming to stand just behind Remington as she gazed up at the horse; partly with intrigue, partly with some unease. She had never been this close to a horse before -- let alone any animal larger than a German Shepard.

Remington pouted, "Aw, I keep hearing all about this dress. You got me on pins and needles," he said.

"You've seen the dress," Eva pointed out.

"I haven't seen you in it," he rebuked, awing inside at her averted gaze and her sneakers rocking back and forth, "You've never been this close to a horse, have you?"

Eva's brows furrowed, "I take it by that tone -- you have?"

"A couple times; no big deal," he shrugged, gently taking her hand, "He's very gentle. Just --"

"Trust you," she reaffirmed, her other hand coming to wrap around his arm and her chin sitting on his shoulder. He guided her fingers to the silky hairs across the horse's nose, his warm breath floating over her skin. She held her hand for only a moment, easing her touch up to the few speckles he had between his eyes and gently petting down. The horse remained still, shifting from hoof-to-hoof and his eyes focused on the couple.

Remington turned to Eva, practically beaming, "I think he likes you," he whispered.

She met his gaze, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne and shower gel that brought her so much ease. He looked so different today, and yet staring into those dark brown eyes she could easily recognize the boy she loved so deeply. She didn't reply, only leaned her head in to kiss him.

"Hey, Twilight! Break it up!" Michael called from behind, trudging over with his camera, "We're going into the woods!"

The horse's handler took the reigns and steered the buggy about a half a mile out from the mansion, with Sebastian and Emerson sitting inside while Remington sat on the flat shelf in the back, swinging his legs back and forth as he watched the pristine scenery pass by. And of course, he begged Eva to join him -- after all, it wasn't every day they got to take a horse and buggy ride together.

The filmed the intro throughout the afternoon, capturing elusive shots of the boys and their fangs while the track played on blast on a stereo, only to set the mood. And Emerson was having the time of his life with his cane, tossing the top end back and forth between hands, twirling it with style like a true aristocrat.

It was there Eva learned just how tedious it could be filming a music video. It took just under an hour to film a ten second take; everything brewing down to having the right lighting, the right timing, and the angle of the camera was everything. No one blamed Eva for hitching a ride with a sound tech on his go-cart, her fingers itching to pull out her laptop and get to work on some new pieces.

Tonight would be an all-night shoot -- it was evident when Michael noticed how the time had suddenly lapsed from 11AM to after 5 in the afternoon. The crew traversed back just as it began to get dark, the mansion now holding an eerier energy in the glow of dusk than mid morning.

Lights were dimmed inside, only giving everyone enough leeway to see where they were going without disturbing the overall vibe. And more actors had arrived, extras playing vampires and their victims amongst the boys' significant others.

They had a friend of their's, Amanda, come in to play Remington's partner -- and subsequent vampire. She stunned in a gothic black gown, half her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail to show off the severely dark red lipstick she wore to compliment her snow-white skin. She was the epitome of dark academia, encapsulating the mysterious allure and danger Michael wanted to capture for her character.

Rows of candles flickered through the veils of fog, glowing faintly against the walls and framing the boys brooding entrance to the scripted party. Remington held his character, taking Amanda's hand at the precise mark and leading his troupe in to the smaller ball room. However, he couldn't help but pause momentarily when his eyes landed on Eva.

She was a background character, sat between two violinists and dressed in similar lush dresses to her. Her presence within the video would hardly be picked up by anyone. Her short hair was styled back in dutch braids, tied off in thin ribbons that perfectly matched the pink and floral pattern of her ball gown. It was delicate and sophisticated -- just as she was. She reminded him of the lead character in one of her older books from Tolstoy or Austen; beautiful and charming with little effort, quick to steal the hearts of all who were introduced to her.

Needless to say, Eva didn't know the first damn thing about playing the cello. Sure, she watched a couple beginners videos on Youtube, knowing all she had to really do was mimic the motions any basic cellist wold make. Despite how natural she tried to appear, she couldn't help but feel a tad deflated by the effortless grace the other actresses exuded. She felt lucky in that she wasn't alone, with Shy and Larissa reassuring her that no one was expecting award-winning performances from any of them.

She couldn't deny she felt a pang of jealousy flood through her, watching Remington dance with another girl. She sort of wished she had taken his offer -- though the rational part of her brain knew she couldn't put on the same performance that Amanda could.

Take after take, with the hours dwindling into the late night, Eva felt her energy dwindling. So Eva kept her focus on her friends, subtly watching them through her painted lashes, the scene playing out in her head like a scaled-down passage in Anna Karenina. Despite the eerie lighting and an old passacaglia playing over the stereo, everything within the set was hauntingly magnificent.

Each victim was written a demise; Shy was blitzed from behind, the shadows concealing Emerson's patient preying. Sebastian slit Larissa's throat like Pluto swatting at hanging bedsheets. One of the violinists, Marcelle, had her heart ripped out by one of the actors while the other, Charlotte, was drowned in the fountain.

And then there was Eva, because of course the guys wanted to give her a thread of a spotlight for the video. So Michael had her fleeing down a small set of winding stairs to escape Remington stalking her -- talking her into doing a take of her frightened expression before disappearing into the dark.

"Do I have to do it in heels?" Eva asked, trying to lighten her own anxieties with a small joke.

"Not at all, Eva," Michael grinned, pulling the camera onto his shoulder and focusing on her. Her pink dress became a crisp white-blue in the dark blue ambiance, bringing a renewed energy of suspense.

She kicked off her shoes meanwhile, glancing once over her shoulder at Remington while he stood at his mark ten feet behind. He winked at her when he caught her eye, giving her a wink and a subtle thumbs up for encouragement. Eva pushed her own nerves aside long enough to poke her tongue out.

"Camera rolling in 3... 2... 1... Action!"

A dramatic Russian waltz played over the stereo to set the mood properly. Eva gripped the railing with her left hand, not trusting herself to pull off a dramatic flee without tripping over herself. Meanwhile, the camera panned out when she reached the bottom level, focusing on Remington as he came to stand at the banister and watching Eva with fanciful amusement. She ducked behind one of the sound crew when she was out of frame, her hands balling into fists and apprehensively coming to her chin. Remington couldn't help the little smirk he wore, unwittingly fitting his own character mannerism.

The take shifted to the ground level, with a shot of Remington "leaping" over the bannister to attack Eva whilst she fled down the corridor.

"Just make like Dracula's coming at you to drain your blood and turn you into his vampire slave," Michael prompted.

Eva couldn't help her merrily amused little snort, "... Is he also gonna go 'bleh-bleh!' while he chases me?" she asked, raising her hands and clawing her fingers.

"Only if you want me to, babe," Remington simpered.

"No," Michael huffed at him, "Just -- jeez -- think of the scariest thing you can, look into the camera, and then run like hell," he then pointed to Remington, "And you chase after her like a hungry cannibal,"

Emerson giggled from the side line, "Do I dare say it?"

"No!" Eva and Remington both snapped back.

Michael refrained as best he could from rolling his eyes at the snickers and chuckles from the crew, "Alright! Alright! Quiet on set!" and he refocused the camera, "Action!"

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