#seb in short sleeves is just

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I would give anything LITERALLY ANYTHING for renebabes to turn to Seb Gotch for their keeping

ANYTHING

#cricket #please #sure they can use finch or Handscomb but SEBBYYYYYY #i just #All i want is for a short sleeve wicketkeeper #that's all i ask #and Seb #lure him from retirement

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Come train with me - Sebastian Vettel x DaneOlympicAthletics! Reader

Plot: Sebastian Vettel asks to train with his Olympian Girlfriend for one day to see the difference in Formula One training and decathlon training.

Credit to wendigoactivities for the GIF

"Okay, so what do you do when I normally am on a race weekend. I want to do your training with you!" he smiles looking at you.

"Are you sure it's pretty intense!" you say, knowing that your routine could end up being a whole day thing.

"Leibling! You forget that I'm an athlete myself!" he says, pulling you into a kiss before ripping the covers off the pair of you and getting up.

"Okay, get your running gear on baby" you smile before entering the bathroom and washing your face with some water. You change into shorts and a sports bra and ended tying your hair up in a low ponytail.

"I'm ready!" he smiles zipping up his long-sleeved running shirt. You walk him down to the kitchen and pour two glasses of orange juice for the pair of you.

"Drink up" you smile and he does, pretty much taking the small glass in one long gulp whereas you slowly take it down.

"Okay, we're going out on a run 5k, and do 5 100m sprints at each 1000 bench mark!" you say as you lead out the back of your home to the woodland trail you used for running.

"That doesn't sound too hard!" he smiles, pulling you in for a kiss before you dart off starting the first 100 meter sprint. He does struggled to keep up with you during the sprint to the point you had to jog on the spot to wait for him after the check point.

He wasn't out of breath when he got to you, and both continued on with the run.

"Okay, finished that awful run, what next?" he asks.

"Go to the home gym, do some squats and lift some weights before showering and time for some breakfast!" you smile and you both walk down the trail and into the back door. Your dog, Polly comes running up to the both of you and jumps into his dad's arms.

You cheekily snap a picture of them before you make your way over to the gym.

You hop in the home gym bathroom to wash while Seb goes upstairs into the ensuite.

Once you've finished you go to the kitchen, pulling out the porridge your nutritionist and private chef made for you along with the pre-cut fruits to add to it.

You hand Sebastian the other portion which he thanks you for, he mixes his fruit into the porridge whereas you leave yours alone on the side.

"Now where do you go?" he asks.

"Well, I go to the training centre. I have two separate days when doing a decathlon and I try to train for the event I'd being doing on that day! So, we just did the 5k with the sprints in it for the 100m sprint I'd complete first. Now we'd be training for discus throw, then pole vault which we both know I'm terrible at, then we'd break and have lunch. Then my fav which is Javelin throw before rounding of with the 400m which again we class a this mornings run!" you explain the daily plan for day 1.

"Oh! That sounds good to me!" he says and you both pack up a lunch to take with you before leaving for the car.

He drives both of you to the training center. It was very large holding an athletics field in the back that had the perfect running track with a centre piece where you could do long jump, or throw javelin spears. And then inside there was things for high jump and pole vaulting.

You spend the afternoon there, taking a break halfway through for lunch where you introduced Seb to anyone he hadn't actually met yet.

"Thank you for bringing me back home!" you'd smiled at him happy to be back in the homeland.

Denmark, specifically Copenhagen always had a special place in your heart, but you'd moved to Germany with Seb after 8 months of dating.

So when he said that you guy's should get a home in Denmark it was all too perfect that you parents were attempting to downsize your childhood family home. You brought it from your parents and made some renovations a few years back but predominately were in Germany.

However, now that you were back for the summer break, on a little holiday you felt almost refreshed.

"Any-time, this is your home!" he smiles softly picking at his lunch trying so of the chicken.

"Mmmmm that's not true, my home is where-ever you are Skat!" you smile at him, pulling him in for a kiss which he kindly returns.

"I really really love you Y/N!" he says looking in your eyes holding that contact.

"Yeah? Well... I love you too" you smile, placing a kiss on his lips your fingers running through his hair.

"I know you do" he smiles.

You guys end up getting back on with the exercises and by the end he's lying on the mat needing a five minute breather.

"Come on old man, I know you've got more stamina than that!" you tease looking at his as he looks up at you.

"I think we've got to call it a day, home time?" he asks and you shake your head before nodding!

You end up driving you both home, him using the excuse that his legs were on fire after the amount of squats you'd made him do. Which you didn't mind, your husband had a fantastic array of vehicles. They ranged from a Porsche, to a Ferrari, to a Aston Martin his latest to the collection and you always loved driving his flash cars around.

You crank up the radio signing along to the radio while Seb leans his head against the window with his eyes shut lightly humming to the music.

This right here was the life you'd always dreamt off.

y/user

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y/user: Showing my husband how an Olympic Athlete trains everyday. p.s he struggled :)

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sebastianvettel: I didn’t struggle! You liar! <3

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Sleeping With A Friend (18+)

Soft!Dark!Bucky x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.

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Warnings: Soft!Dark!Bucky, smut, non-con via somnophilia, intercrural sex(thigh sex), oral/fingering-f receiving, nude pics taken w/o consent, drunk & horny bucky, Bucky POV so a whole lot of dirty thoughts, pining, wet dreams, basically pwp, fluff, angst, poor self-esteem/body image issues. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 3,515

A/N: I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I’m still calling it a “celebration” fic for Seb’s 40th b-day (ha!) I feel like it’s been forever since I wrote for one of his characters so this was the perfect motivation to finally finish this one up. Hopefully y’all are into this absolute filth I’ve written😘 Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

Bucky stumbled through the front door of your flat, trying (and failing) to keep quiet in his semi-drunken state. He knew you’d be asleep at this hour and didn’t want to wake you. His night out hadn’t gone quite as planned, but if he couldn’t go home with someone from the bar, the next best thing was crashing at your place and hanging out in the morning. It also helped that he had a spare key, and that you lived 10 minutes away from the bar he’d been at, which may or may not have been planned in advance.

His original plan had been to crash on your couch, but when he laid down on it and barely fit, he knew he’d have to find a different option. He’d forgotten that your “couch” was more of a loveseat. A good portion of his legs hung off the armrest and only half of his body could fit on the cushions. Suffice to say, not an optimal choice for getting a good night’s rest.

It made sense you didn’t have a giant couch, though. You lived alone and whenever Bucky came over he just curled up next to you, normally with your legs slung over his nap. He wasn’t big on personal boundaries anyways. It’s a good thing you’d gotten used to that part of him. Because, in his opinion, when in his presence you should always be within arms reach and preferably already within his arms. He had never found someone so perfect for cuddling. You were just so soft, plus your scent made him dizzy. He really was lucky to have you as his best friend, and especially to have you as his cuddle buddy.

With the thought of your hugs in mind, Bucky rolled off the sorry excuse for a couch and tiptoed to your room. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d bunked with you, so it was fine, right? Bucky cracked open the door, and peered inside. He could just make out your covered, slumbering form in the middle of your queen-sized bed that was pressed into the far corner of the room.

He pulled off his jacket as he walked towards the bed, leaving himself in just his short-sleeved shirt and black joggers. They’d have to do for the night since he didn’t think you would appreciate waking up to his naked ass curled up next to you in the morning. He wished he’d left some pjs at your place, though, since your room was unusually hot. There must have been something wrong with your AC, because he knew you hated sleeping in the heat.

When he got to the side of your bed, he grabbed the thin sheet covering you and pulled it back. He stopped dead in his tracks.

You were curled up on your side, one leg lifted over the other, your arms wrapped around the wolf plushie he had bought you for your birthday this year.

That was not what gave him pause though. What made him still his movements and all the blood in his body drain to his crotch was what you were wearing.

More like what you weren’t wearing.

Only a thin crop top covered your torso. It stopped just above your navel. The only other thing on your body was a pair of pink panties that rode up your backside, covering a strip of your belly too. They weren’t fancy, looked like the simple cotton kind that was worn for comfort, not seduction. It didn’t matter what mainstream purpose they served, Bucky had never been more aroused by the sight of underwear in his life.

He gulped and his hand instinctively moved to his cock, palming it over his pants. A low groan emitted from his lips. You shifted at the sound and turned over on your back, exposing more of your front. Bucky felt close to bursting. Your shirt had ridden up and he could just make out the underside of your breasts. He gripped his cock tighter, this time holding in his groan.

Normally, around him, you wore comfy clothes: sweatpants, oversized shirts, leggings-he loved the leggings-but you never showed much skin. Sometimes you would wear shorts, but those stopped at your mid-thigh, denying Bucky any glimpse of the treasure that lay above. This sudden exposure of your soft skin unencumbered by fabric was too much for Bucky’s brain. His eyes couldn’t take in all your enchanting curves, gentle rolls, and adorable dimples fast enough.

The synopses in his brain were short-circuiting. He was running on pure adrenaline and primal instinct, so he couldn’t have possibly stopped his hand from plunging beneath his underwear. He gripped his throbbing cock and started hastily pumping his throbbing length, his steady breaths morphing into uncontrollable pants. The pressure of his tight fist felt so good but he soon needed more. How could he be satisfied by just looking at you when the temptation of your voluptuous body was right within reach?

He pulled down his pants with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his dick before he tentatively brought up a knee to rest on the bed. When you didn’t react to the weight shift, he brought up his other one. He was now kneeling just a foot away from you, still hesitating to cross that last line between you two.

When you shifted in your sleep again and opened up your legs to reveal your clothed core, he threw all caution to the wind. Fuck it. You were a heavy sleeper. 

He placed his metal hand on your knee to test the waters and see if you reacted at all to the slight touch. You didn’t move. He slid it down to your hip and gave a gentle squeeze followed by a little shake. You dozed on. Sucking in a deep breath, he brushed his fingertips over the thin fabric covering your center. When you still didn’t react, he rubbed them over your folds, cock pulsing with want when he felt the warmth radiating from beneath your underwear. He brought his fingers back up and breathed in. Your intoxicating scent rolled over him like waves.

He had to taste you.

He hooked a finger on the side of your panties and pulled it over to reveal your naked pussy. Bucky could have passed out. You were perfect.

He leaned forward and slid his tongue between your folds, lapping at your damp core. When he flicked his tongue over your clit you let out a soft moan he stilled, his heart beating a mile a minute. He waited with bated breath, but the only thing that happened was a sudden increase in your arousal. Your juices coated his tongue and he lapped them up, savoring every last drop.

So your body was reacting to what he was doing… Bucky smiled at that revelation and focused his tongue on your clit again. He rolled the sweet bud, playing with it tenderly. His teeth grazed it and your thighs suddenly clenched around his head, caging him in. You were still asleep though. The pressure on the sides of his head didn’t bother him at all—he was a super soldier for god’s sake.

He continued lathering your bundle of nerves with attention as he slid his hand between your thighs and stroked over your dripping entrance. Slowly, he dipped his middle finger in, moaning into your cunt when he felt your pussy clench around the intruding digit. He imagined the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around his cock and he felt pre-cum leaking from the straining member. All of his focus stayed on you, though. He was fixated on your pleasure, needing you to come on his face and fingers.

He added another finger, but made sure to keep his movements languid, not wanting to jar you awake with a harsh, roaring orgasm. Instead, he rolled and sucked your clit gently, keeping the rhythm of his fingers slow as they curled up. A soft moan left your lips and he knew he’d hit the spot that would do you in.

He ground his fingers against your g-spot, and when he felt your walls clench around him, he sucked just a little harder on your throbbing clit. Your thighs trembled around his head and you gave a breathy gasp as a gush of your arousal spilled onto his fingers. He pulled them out and moved his mouth to drink up the heavenly liquid. After that, he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking your sweetness off of them one by one.

Bucky glowed in the ecstasy of what he’d just accomplished. He had drawn a slow, deep orgasm from his best friend without you waking a wink. It was actually pretty impressive that you were such a heavy sleeper.

Your murmured sounds of pleasure as you floated down from your high made his dick throb with need. If you had slept through that, maybe Bucky could push the boundaries even further.

He pressed your thighs apart, gazing at the way your cunt beckoned him for more; to take as much pleasure as he had just given you. He furrowed his brow in thought. As much as he wanted to bury his pulsing cock deep in your tight heat, he knew if you woke up with an aching pussy you would know what happened. Because he knew you’d feel it in the morning if he stretched your little hole around his thick cock. Bucky didn’t want that. He needed to move slowly with you, tonight was just a little blip that arose from an opportunity he couldn’t have possibly denied.

Still, jerking off while looking at you wasn’t good enough. He squeezed your thighs as he contemplated his options and his heart skipped a beat as he came up with a perfect compromise. His eyes flew to the plush appendages. He pushed them together and dipped his hand between the apex of your thighs. He sucked in a breath when he felt just how warm and soft it was. This had to be the next best thing behind actually fucking you.

He reached down to your pussy and scooped up some of your fluids and rubbed them on your inner thighs to get them nice and wet. The pre-cum leaking out of his dick would help too. Still on his knees, he scooted closer, his metal arm wrapped around your legs holding them over his shoulder.

He looked down at your wanting body. The afterglow of your orgasm shone across your entire being. Your shirt had ridden up even more and your breasts were now on full display. He leaned forward and blew on one of your nipples, grinning when it stiffened. He plucked it gently with his fingers before returning to the main event.

With your thighs held together, he slid his cock right in between them, directly over your mound; he was barely able to hold back an animalistic growl at the vivid sensation. He pushed his dick further, and watched as it was engulfed by your velvety thighs. When his pelvis finally rested flush against them, and the tip of his dick stuck out the other side, he let out the breath he had been holding in.

He slid his hips back and started to slowly, but steadily, fuck your thighs.

The thighs he had spent countless hours fantasizing about. The thighs he would get secret pleasure from touching whenever he could. The thighs that were now swallowing his dick so perfectly it was a miracle he hadn’t cum yet. As he methodically thrusted, heady with the incredible feeling, he reached his hand out and plucked at your nipple. He couldn’t resist. You let out another faint moan and he rolled the little nub with his thumb before pinching it lightly.

“Bucky-”

He stilled when the sound of his mumbled name came from your lips. You had woken up. He’d been found him out. What was he going to do? You were going to kick him out and he’d never see you again.

After a few seconds of waiting for your to wrench away from him in disgust, he finally peered down at your tender face. Your eyes were still closed and your breathing hadn’t changed. Maybe he had misheard you.

“Bucky-fuck yes, please. Bucky-”

Your back arched slightly, pushing your breast further into his palm. You purred in your sleep, and he felt your thighs rub together-which felt like heaven. Your head flipped to the side and you let out more moans, your volume gradually increasing. His very name was uttered every few words. You slightly bucked your hips and your arms tussled in the covers. 

Oh god. You were having a wet dream. About him. Bucky could have jumped for joy. He would, if his dick wasn’t shoved between your thighs and he wasn’t as hard as he’d ever been in his entire life. Instead, he let out little pleasure-filled murmurs of his own, whispering your name like a prayer that was finally being answered. He splayed his hand out on your chest feeling the rapid beat of your heart. When he felt the rumble in your chest as you, in your sleep, begged for him to fuck you, he went feral.

It was a sign, if he was in your dreams and your body was this turned on, it wouldn’t be long until you were actually his. Just the thought of you awake, staring up at him with lust filled eyes as you opened your legs, ready for him to slide into your dripping cunt, set him on fire. His hand left your tits and he wrapped both arms around your thick thighs as he pistoned his cock back and forth. With every quick stroke, it brushed over your needy clit, making you buck your hips slightly.

Bucky could tell you were right up there with his own mounting orgasm. He angled his hips down slightly to give you more pressure and he must have hit something just right because your whole body spasmed and you let out a curdled groan, practically shouting his name.

“Buckyyy!”

Your cry pushed him over the edge and he came too, coating your stomach in his seed. All he could do as his cum spurted out of his aching dick was chant endless words of praise for how good you felt, how he couldn’t wait to one day fill your pussy with his cum too. He wanted to dominate every part of you, claim what had been his. When he had spent every last drop, he pulled away and gently set your legs down. He slid a finger through the mess he’d made on your belly and a shudder ran down his back. He’d finally done it. Bucky had marked you with his seed.

Panting, he jumped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to grab something to wipe up his cum. He came back, but paused before he cleaned you up. He bent down and swiped up his phone from his jacket pocket.

He flipped to his camera app. The open window and clear sky cast just enough light for him to capture your mostly naked state without using the flash. You were a picture of pure beauty, skin glistening with sweat and covered in his cum. He reached forward and pulled your shirt up further, getting a snapshot of your incredible tits, your nipples were still stiff peaks.

He felt his dick stirring again, but took in a deep breath to calm himself. The next time he came with you in the room, it was going to be inside of you while you screamed his name and clawed at his back. These photos were just a memento to mark such a special occasion. And to help him wade through the tide as he waited for you to open your legs willingly, or at least knowingly, to him.

With his new treasures saved to his camera roll, he tossed his phone back on the pile of clothes. He cleaned his cum from your stomach, making sure he got all of the sticky fluid. He walked back to the bathroom and tossed the now sodden rag in the trash under the sink, hidden from sight. Tomorrow, he’d be a dear and take the garbage to the dumpster for you.

He walked back into your room and pulled on his pants before hopping back into bed beside you. He fixed your shirt and underwear so that they were back in place. He ran his hands over the wet spot blooming on your panties, but there was nothing he could do about that. Oh well. He pulled you into his chest and quickly dosed off into the best sleep of his life, dreaming of delectable curves and the sound of his name on your lips.

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You were having the best dream. Cool, metal fingers were moving between your thighs as heated lips melted into yours, taking your breath away. The sensations felt so good. So right. You were about to whisper the words you’d been wanting to say for years, but a beeping pinged through the lusty fog. Just like that, the lips and hand were gone, though a warm presence still lingered.

You kept your eyes screwed shut, heeding the images to return, but they were gone. You were not happy that your, now silent, alarm had chosen that exact moment to wake you up. Though that wasn’t the only dream you’d had with a certain dark haired super soldier that night. It had been filled with your beautiful best friend; the two of you intertwined in lecherous passion.

Finally, you squinted your eyes open and soon realized that the heated presence from your vanished dream wasn’t just imagined. You blinked, surprised to find Bucky sleeping right next to you. You would have wondered why he was in your bed when he definitely hadn’t been there when you’d gone to sleep, but you were too distracted by his slumbering face.

His long, black eyelashes dusted cast faint shadows across his slightly pinkened cheeks, and a dark strand of hair had fallen out of place. You brushed it back behind his ear and smiled at how soft he looked like this. The fact that he could relax and be so open and vulnerable around you made your heart swell. You felt the same way around him; safe and secure. You trusted him with your whole being, he truly was your best friend.

A part of you saddened at that last thought. Deep down, you yearned to be so much more, but you were too scared to make a move. You knew Bucky loved you, but you didn’t know if he could love all of you. If he could want all of you. It was hard to look at his sculpted body and chiseled features, and believe that a person so attractive could possibly be interested in you.

You sighed, trying to shake the unnecessary thoughts from your head as you sat up, gently lifting his arm from where it rested across your waist. As you shifted, you felt a dampness between your thighs, and the realization that you had been dreaming about him all night shot through you like a flame. Oh god, what if you’d said anything in your sleep? What if he’d heard you? You didn’t know how long he’d been there. 

Another realization sprung in your head and you looked down. You actually gave an audible gasp. You were practically naked from the waist down. He had seen you wearing your ugly granny panties and your old t-shirt from college that you’d cropped a just little too short.

The fact that he had seen you in such a state brought tears to your eyes. There was no way he was going to be even slightly interested in you romantically now that he knew what you looked like underneath all the modest clothes you normally sported around him.

You leaped out of bed, not caring if you disturbed him, and scuttled to the bathroom; grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt from your closet on your way. You didn’t care that your AC was broken.

You rushed into the bathroom and shut the door, springing into the shower. Thoughts spun through your head, but you just kept telling yourself that it had been too dark for him to see anything. That he had been too tired when he got there to take notice of all your imperfections on display. That you really didn’t need to worry. When it felt like you could breathe again, you stepped out of the shower. You grabbed a towel, but caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you dried off. You frowned and quickly looked away from the glaring image.

Bucky was way too good for you.

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In your room, Bucky was sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to finish your shower. He was smiling from ear to ear as he swiped through the photos he’d taken last night.

God, you were perfect for him.

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Hiiiiiii, ive come to beg for Sewis crumbs

I'd appreciate one of them being a WAG or Lewis in pretty clothes but anything Sewis would do 🥺

Hiiiii sorry I took so long with this one!!! Here, you get both wishes! It's a little short but I hope you will like it! Thank you for the inspiring prompt that allows me to put Lewis in a skirt 😌

Enjoy!

Sebastian like to think that, for once, he looked good in his suit. It was something simple, a clear blue tuxedo, but at it fit him perfectly. A big improvement compared to his old suits.

Lewis had insisted, and Seb would do anything for him, even if it involved going to a very fancy party, wearing a fitting suit, and playing the WAG the whole evening. It was their first outing as a couple, and Lewis, dramatic as he was, had picked the MET Gala for that.

Seb had yet to see Lewis, who had locked himself with two designers in the room next to theirs to get ready. Seb hadn't been allowed inside until Lewis was ready, and it had already been two hours.

He didn't know what to expect for his outfit, but he knew if would involve some kind of clear blue, since they were supposed to be matching.

He was not ready for it, however, when the door opened.

Lewis was wearing a transparent shirt, with short sleeves, which left all the tattoos on his chest on display. Seb couldn't see the tattoos on his arms, however, because they were hidden under some blue ribbons that were wrapped around his arms. The ribbons were part of the other piece of the outfit.

The skirt.

It was a long skirt that fell all the way to his feet, silky and high on the waist, where the ribbon were connected to. The skirt itself was made with fabric folded on itself that gave the outfit a beautiful twirling, messy mouvement of sort.

"Wow," Sebastian breathed out. Lewis was also wearing matching blue mascara, two heavy silver necklaces, and delicates earrings that dangled on his ears. For once, his braids were undid, a few strand of curly hair framing his face but most of it held into a bun.

"You like it?" Lewis asked shyly.

"Baby, you're gorgeous," Sebastian smiled, crossing the distance between them to kiss him.

"Wait, I've got lipstick!" Lewis protested, and now that he mentionned it, Sebastian noticed how shiny his lips looked. So shiny, and so enticing.

"Not gonna stop me," he declared, and kissed his right on the lips despite his protests. "I love you."

"I love you too," Lewis answered, ducking his head, and Sebastian his blush wasn't due to makeup. "Let's go, or we'll be late."

"It's okay to be late, it's fashionable," Seb replied, kissing him some more. He was in no hurry.

"Well if we keep on being fashionably late, we'll just be late, so let's get going," Lewis said, putting a stop to Seb's kisses.

"Promise me I'll be the one to undress you, tonight," he pleaded.

"Who else?" Lewis laughed, taking his hand and pulling him toward the exit.

At least, Sebastian had something to look forward to.

*****

Thanks for reading <33

You can find here the image that Lewis' outfit is based on (the one on the right)

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[whitetreeofhope]

After the Gala x Mick Schumacher

Warnings: 18+, smut, f* word, also my first ever fanfic/smut, english isn’t my first language so hopefully you enjoy

2,2k words

At the end of the season Mick was invited to the yearly price ceremony gala. Being his girlfriend, he obviously chose you to go with him as his plus one. You were getting ready in your hotel room close to the venue. Mick chose a white dress shirt, black pants, a dark red velvet blazer, a black bow tie and some dark dress shoes. You had just finished your make up and put on your dress in the bathroom. You chose a green silk dress, off the shoulder short sleeves, fitted waist, knee length with high slit. The skirt draped beautifully and you had to admit you looked amazing. You stepped into your black strappy heels and called for Mick to help you fasten the straps because the dress was a bit too tight to bend all the way down. 

You stepped out of the bathroom to Mick. His jaw dropped as he looked you up and down. You smiled and did half a turn, trying not to fall in your loose heels. “What do you think?” you asked him. “You look.. You look drop dead gorgeous, my love! You leave me speechless every time.” he answered, which made you blush.

“Can you help fasten these?” you pointed at your shoes. Mick knelt before you to fasten the straps. You couldn’t stop staring at him. He looked so good in that outfit. So smart and handsome. He stood up and held his hands on your waist. “You don’t look so bad yourself, honey. You look very handsome.” you said to him, straightening his bow tie. He gave you a crooked grin and whispered: “I can’t wait to take that dress off of you again tonight.” He gave you a passionate kiss. “We should leave soon. The quicker we leave, the quicker the event is over and we can come back here.” he said.

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At the event you got a few compliments on your dress and how you looked. You graciously thanked every compliment and shot a glance to Mick. Just to make sure he wouldn’t get jealous because he would get jealous  sometimes when other men were being a bit too nice to you. But not this time. Every time you looked at him he would smile and look at you like you were the prettiest thing in the whole world. Every time you caught him looking at you like that the butterflies in your belly would go wild. Even after dating for over 2,5 years he could still make you feel like on your first date.

We were seated at the same table as Sebastian Vettel and his lovely wife Hanna. Seb also commented on your dress. “Y/n, you look lovely tonight.” Seb said to you and then turned to Mick. “Mick, I believe she’s a keeper.” And winked at Mick. Mick smiled and looked at you with that same look as before. He put his arm around your waist, pulled you closer and said “I intend to do just that”.

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When the gala event was over you took a taxi together back to the hotel. You couldn’t help it but you kept nagging about your heels. They were so pretty but you’ve had enough of them. They were getting painful. You went into the hotel and you both got into the elevator. In the elevator Mick put one arm around your waist and you put your arms around his neck. “Just a little more patience, love. We’ll be in our room very soon.” you said to him with a little wink. He gave you a sweet kiss but you could still feel the urgence in his kiss even though he tried to refrain. You shift from one foot to the other to relieve some of the pain from your heels. “You’re really struggling in those heels aren’t you?” Mick asked you concerned. “Yeah, they’re getting quite painful.” you told him. The elevator door opened at your floor and you both stepped out but Mick stopped outside the elevator. He opened the button on his jacket and reached inside and gave you the hotel card. “Hold this.” he said and put it in your hand. “Put your arms around my neck” he commanded. You were a bit confused but did it anyway. “What are you doing?” you asked. “I’m going to carry you to our room.” he said confidently. He put one arm around your back and one arm behind your knees. And before you could say anything he lifted you up and you squealed which made him smile. “You’re crazy, you know that right? You really don’t have to do this, Mick.” you said to him. Now you really couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. You felt his muscles and how strong he was. He carried you like it was nothing to him, still smiling like always. Your heart started to beat faster just thinking of how strong he was. 

He also couldn’t keep his eyes from you. You watched his eyes go down to your neck and then to your breasts. “Hey hey, eyes are up here.” you said jokingly. He looked you in the eyes and smiled. “You are so beautiful, Y/N. Absolutely gorgeous. I don’t know how I deserve you.” You blushed and lowered your eyes for a moment. “You know, I’m going to marry you one day.” he said very confidently like it was a simple fact. You quickly looked up at him in shock. You opened your mouth to say something but you didn’t have any words to say. You were absolutely speechless while Mick just kept smirking at you. So you did the only thing you wanted to do, which luckily didn’t require any words. You pulled yourself closer to his face and pressed your lips firmly on his. You wanted him so badly. No, you needed him, urgently. Mick stopped walking and you started kissing passionately while he still held you in his arms.

You broke off the kiss but stayed very close to his face. You kept your gaze to his lips. Between your breaths you said: “You know, I could fuck you right here in this corridor.” You quickly looked up into his eyes. You knew he could see the passion and lust in your eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He had a small smirk on his lips and shook his head. “Patience, sweetie.” he said teasingly, just like you had said to him in the elevator. He started walking again. You just reached the hotel room and you swiped the card and pushed the door open. You expected Mick to put you down again but he simply walked into the room with you still in his arms. He walked over to the bed and put you down on the end of the bed. “Don’t move.” he whispered. He turned around and went to close the door. He knelt down on one knee right in front of you. He took your right leg by your calf and ankle and put your foot on his knee. Seeing that man on his knees right in front of you, made you go crazy. A warm feeling started between your legs and you knew you wanted him badly. He unbuckled the clasp, took off the shoe and put it behind him. Your foot was still on his knee and his hand slid up your calf and he kissed you gently on the inside of your knee. One more kiss a bit higher on the inside of your thigh. He kept his lips on your thigh and looked up straight into your eyes. His warm breath on the inside of your thigh sent you spiraling. You could feel yourself getting wetter. He saw your breath quickening and now he also knew you wanted him. With a last kiss on your thigh he lowered your right leg and took your other leg and put your foot on his knee. He took off the shoe and kissed your leg the same way. He firmly grabbed your thigh and kissed a bit higher. You released a small moan out of surprise.

He put your leg back down and stood up. He took a step back to the chair behind him. He took off his jacket and calmly laid it over the chair. He sat down and started undoing his own shoes but not breaking eye contact with you. He was teasing you. Slowly. “Oh come on, don’t be a tease, Mick. Get those shoes off and get over here!” you said impatiently. He smirked and said “Patience, my love.” You didn’t have any patience left. You wanted him now, right now. You scooted yourself a bit further back on the bed and put one foot flat on the bed. The skirt of your dress slipped back a bit, revealing more of your inner thigh. You kept eye contact with Mick but you saw his eyes go down to your thigh. Just as you planned. You smirked when he looked back at your face. He knew very well he fell into your trap. He stood up and was quickly on top of you. Kissing you passionately on your lips. His breath started to quicken. He placed his hand on your knee and slid it down on the outside of your thigh, easily going under your skirt and squeezed your ass. He took his hand back. He put it on the inside of your thigh this time. Slowly going up until he got to your panties. He could already feel on the outside that your panties were wet. His lips trailed down to your neck and you started to moan a bit. While he kept kissing your neck, he slipped his hand inside your panties and started to rub you up and down. “Fuck, you’re already so wet” he moaned in your neck. “Don’t you know by now what you do to me, Mick? you said playfully between your heavy breathing.

You started to undo his trousers and pulled his shirt out of his pants. You could already feel his pants being very tight. You noticed he held his breath. You slowly put your hand over his hard member and started to rub over his pants. Mick released his breath with a deep moan. His warm breath on your neck gave you goosebumps.

He sat up and took off his shirt. You couldn’t help yourself looking his torso up and down. Admiring every inch of him. He put his hands under your skirt and quickly took off your panties. He started to kiss your inner thigh until he was very close to your labia. And then he switched to the other thigh. Kissing it down to your labia. You were so impatient, you wanted him. Finally he started to lick your clit. He grabbed your hips to pull him closer to you. It felt amazing. You started to moan louder and you put a hand over your mouth to lessen the sound. You quickly felt Mick's hand pull your arm down. “I want to hear you.” he said and continued licking you. Your back started to arch. Your legs started to shake. Mick squeezed them harder. “Please Mick… I want you… I need you…” you moaned. He slid 2 fingers inside you while he kept licking and kissing you. You moaned even harder. His fingers were moving faster and you felt your hips moving with him. You couldn’t take it any longer! “Mick please…” you begged, he kept going. “Mick!” you said louder and sharper. He looked up at you. “I want you.” you said softly between breathes. He got up and pulled his pants and underpants down. Releasing his hard member. He pulled you up and groaned: “I still need to take that dress off of you..” He unzipped the dress and pulled it over your head. He laid you back down, putting himself between your legs. He kissed you hard before positioning himself at your entrance. “This is going to feel so good.” he moaned into your neck. He pushed himself inside you, slowly, being careful not to hurt you. You could feel how hard he was. He loved your moaning. You put your hands on his bum and tried to pull him deeper and faster into you, signaling that you were ready for more. He understood you perfectly and started to thrust faster into you. His moans started to come faster and deeper. Just like his strokes. He had to steady himself, slow down a bit so he wouldn’t come already. “How does it feel, darling?” you asked him quietly. He looked you in the eyes and between his deep breaths he said: “Heavenly..” You kissed him sweetly on the lips and looked him right in the eyes. “I want you, Mick… Please.. Give it to me..” you said quietly. He nodded and upped his tempo again. His breaths came very quick after the other. He placed his forehead against yours. “Fuck… I love you so much, Y/N” he moaned. He gave you some long deep strokes and you knew he was getting close. You put your arms around him, one on his back and one on his bum, and you tried to pull him even closer to you. He moaned deeply and he released. He collapsed on top of you with his head in your neck. He tried to catch his breath. So did you. “I love you too, Mick. I love you so much.” you whispered in between your breaths. He placed a sweet kiss on your neck.

#formula 1 #formula one fanfic #formula one #formula 1 fanfic #mick schumacher #mick schumacher smut #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Ngl it’s an absolute tragedy that Seb bulked up and got so damn beefy for Civil War and we didn’t even get to see it. Like, he didn’t even wear something as ~revealing~ as a goddamn short sleeve tshirt. He was in layers on layers on layers for like the entire movie until the VERY end when they had him in that tank top in Wakanda. And even then, we saw nothin! Listen, I’m fully aware of Sebastian’s body confidence issues, so I am not at all saying he needed to be shirtless- because the most important thing is for him to be comfortable. I’m just saying that he put in so much work, only for it to be covered up the entire movie. Chris wears his baby gap tshirts, so we see all the work he puts into his bod even when he’s not shirtless. And I wish we could’ve seen Seb’s. I know he wanted to bulk up in order to feel better about himself on set / when around the other super fit Marvel men. So there’s a good chance he had absolutely no interest in being shirtless- which I understand and support. I’m just sayin give him one scene in which he isn’t wearing like a tshirt, a Henley, AND a hoodie.

#sebastian stan #seb stan #sebastianstan #sebstan #sexy seabass #in sebastian we stan #sexy sea bass #captain america civil war #cacw

[sevvie-posts]

More multishipping Kurt head canons please?

ooohoho lets fucking do this, its been a while

- sam gets a new car while staying with the hudmels and its pretty run down. he tries fixing it himself but he has no clue ehat hes doing, so kurt offers to help. so hear me out: kurt, covered in car oil, old button up with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he goes to shower and comes back all clean with a towel around his shoulders and Sam just short circuits

- puck slipping up and mocking someone over something he shouldnt and kurt glaring at him and puck immediately apologising because he doesnt wanna dissapoint kurt

- kurt being one of the few people to actually call puck noah regularly 😭😭

- give me kurt and seb bickering with each other like an old married couple but also defending each other against people who are being mean

- once again can i talk about finn being a protective brother because all of his friends like kurt???

- Finn also knowing kurts schedule better than anyone

- "so ive been thinking about asking kurt to hang out later-" "dude hes seeing sam later" "aw damn :("

#ask #sev speaks #glee #klaine #puckurt #kurtbastian #what is kurt and sams one #i once again forgot everg kurt ship name #kurt hummel

[melancholiepeufiable]

renaissance

A slight teaser on the fic I'm currently editing. This is a very early draft with little editing, from chapter 1. Initially, I wanted to share a bit of the upcoming fic that will be released on 16/5, but since it’s dd:dne, it might not have been the best idea.

General premise of scene:

Charles has entered a petrol station for coffee during a shoot for Ferrari. Kimi is his teammate and he is about to meet Sebastian for the first time.

Tags: sebchal; early draft; alternate universe (seb is not a driver), angst, meet-cute (or else just their first meeting); ~550 words.

snippet below the cut :)

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“That machine’s broken.”

Charles started, surprised by the sudden intrusion. He didn’t realise he was standing in front of the counter, staring blankly at the ‘out of order’ sign. 

“Let me help you.”

He faced the amused voice, greeted by a smiling blond. “I don’t need help. Thank you.” 

“It’d be my pleasure.” His eyes, deep and blue, studied him. Like a predator would a prey, knowing they held the upper-hand. 

Charles let him take his fill. He knew he made a pretty boy that enticed the men and attracted the women, he just didn’t care about it very much. Besides, it let him scrutinise the blond. 

His hair was curly, albeit unruly in a way that was almost unbearable. He wore a work shirt, the name of some company written in German, partially hidden behind his unzipped jacket. A short stubble, slightly darker than his hair, adorned his face. He was a handsome man with a mischievous smile that never left his lips, all of which enamoured Charles. Alas, Charles’ heart had been far too detached and bruised to care. 

“Okay.” Charles agreed. 

The man, only a bit shorter than himself, stood with renewed energy. He grabbed two medium cups and raised a brow, expectantly. 

Charles swallowed his pride. “I’d like a cappuccino, please.”

“You’ve got taste. I’ve been told black with two sugar is as boring as watching a pot boil. What do you think?”

“I need a decaf for Kimi, too. Please.” 

“Decaf for Kimi? Pfft.” He pressed a few buttons. “Absolutely not. An espresso it is.”

“Do you– how do you know Kimi?” A bold question, one he had no right to ask, yet he gave in to his curiosity anyway. 

Just this once. 

“We’re friends. Or at least, he’s my friend.” He grinned cheekily. 

“Did he invite you to our shoot?”

“Nope.” He swapped out one cup for the next, slipping on a sleeve. “They asked for some volunteers at my company. Who’s going to miss an opportunity to work with Ferrari?”

“You work for Ferrari?”

“No, a company. I just said.” He glanced at him, crossing his arms. “I’m an engineer.” 

Charles expected it to happen then. The questions about the car, his own job, his wealth. If he was free tonight or any day this week. Maybe he’d accept, maybe he wouldn’t – this man didn’t seem too pushy and Charles had been alone for so long. Besides, it was a good way to fill the time.

Instead, the man presented an easy smile and handed Charles a cup. The sweet smell of french vanilla wafted, settling cosily around them. Charles accepted, careful to avoid touching his fingers. 

“I like your hat.”

A red Ferrari beanie warmed his head, brown strands peeking out where he refused to tuck them under. “Thank you.” 

“Let me bring Kimi’s.”

He’ll ask. They always do.

“Okay.” He led them out, careful not to spill his drink, maintaining a good distance from the stranger. The man’s presence remained like a shadow, his boots stepping heavier, louder on the snowy asphalt than his own light footfall. By the time they reached their destination, Kimi hadn’t moved one inch.

#sebchal #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #actually really cathartic to write and read this fic imho #quite heavy angst later on #editing this is going to be a pain in the ass #i can’t wait #maybe i’ll tease more as i go idk yet #/fic crumbs #/my writing = mine #releasing this before the miami gp bc i am not enjoying this weekend #I need to stop editing in retrospect #seb is a sweetheart

[darthhope999]

Buffet

I just want to specify, Charlie and Felix use Fahrenheit not Celsius.

Characters: Charles Clifton and Felix King.

TW: Emeto, vomiting, stomach ache, food poisoning (read as overeating).

Make sure to check out this poll if you want to vote on what I write next!

Charlie and Felix walked in the door of their dorm. Charlie’s hood up in an attempt to protect him from the cold weather outside. And Felix in his normal shorts and short-sleeved tees, despite the fact that it was about thirty degrees out.

The two had gone to an all you can eat buffet with Charlie’s brother, Theo, and his boyfriend, Seb, as a celebration for the end of their exams.

Felix playfully punched Charlie in the arm, the grin still plastered on his face, “That was awesome! I think I’ll go to one of those once a week, maybe twice,” he laughed.

Charlie rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets and he and Felix fell onto the couch next to each other. “You ate way too much,” he stated, but the ghost of a smile was drifting over his face.

Felix chuckled, “I did not. You just ate way to little.”

“Felix, we were there for hours. You and Seb ate half the buffet!” Charlie cried, but a full smile was showing on his face now.

Felix shrugged, “Yeah, ‘cause the food was awesome!”

Charlie leaned into his shoulder, curling his legs up on the couch. “Uh huh,” he yawned.

Felix smiled and wrapped his arm around his tired friend, “Wanna game?” He asked.

Charlie rolled his eyes, “Just because we don’t have tests anymore doesn’t mean we don’t have school. It’s midnight.”

“So?”

Charlie smiled, pushing himself away from Felix and standing up, “Well, it couldn’t hurt,” he said, smiling and walking over to the cabinet. “What do you wanna play?”

“How ‘bout Minecraft?” Felix suggested, grabbing the controllers.

Charlie scoffed, “What? Are we in second grade?”

“Oh, c’mon, you know you like it.”

Charlie hid his grin, “Sure,” He grabbed the game and flopped onto the couch beside Felix, shoving it into the slot.

The two powered it up and started to build their house.

. . .

About thirty minutes hours in, Felix was starting to feel uneasy.

He hadn’t thought he’d eaten that much.

It didn’t matter though, something was definitely not agreeing with his stomach. It felt as if worms were wriggling around in his gut, making his dinner slosh around very unpleasantly.

He swallowed harshly, resisting the urge to drop his controller and wrap his arms around his belly.

Beside him, he could hear the clicking of buttons as Charlie attacked some mob with his iron sword. It was rare to see him so relaxed and Felix did not want to be the reason he had to start worrying again.

His stomach let out a low whine that did not portray how horrible he really felt at all.

But Charlie heard, “Told you, you ate way to much,” he turned to look at him, surprised by how pale his friend looked. He sighed, “You gonna be sick?”

Felix groaned, dropping his controller and pressing one of his hands to his sweaty forehead, wrapping the other one tightly around his swirling stomach. “I don’t know,” he sounded so miserable Charlie almost felt bad for him.

“Well, don’t puke on the carpet, I’ll get you a bowl,” the boy got up, placing his controller on the table beside them and walking into the kitchen.

Felix’s stomach grumbled ominously, sending spikes of pain through his gut. He groaned, feeling it cramp beneath his palm. He tried to lessen the pain, rubbing his stomach with the heel of his hand.

It didn’t work. Instead, he found himself with both arms wrapped tightly around his abdomen, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“Charlie!” He forced out, gasping.

“Uh huh, dude, I can only go so fast!” He called back, Felix heard the clatter of dishes as he got the bowl down. He padded back out, not even flinching at the sight of his friend doubled over with pain. He set the bowl in front of him, falling back onto the couch and resuming play. Ignoring Felix.

Felix’s stomach groaned loudly, he felt as if water were boiling beneath his hands, swirling his food around and sending cramps to grab every part of his gut.

“Charlie, I-I’m gonna be sick,” he moaned, just as his stomach heaved and the hot liquid was forced up his throat. The sound of liquid splattering on plastic filled the room.

And once he started, he didn’t stop.

Felix was leaning so far over the edge of the couch he thought he might fall off of it. His arms were hugging his belly as if his life depended on it, and everything he had eaten at the buffet was forced from his digestive tract in a torrent of vomit.

His stomach groaned and whined loudly with every heave, forcing whatever had made it so sick out of his mouth.

Charlie’s hand came to rest on his shoulder, surprisingly. “You kinda missed the bowl.” he said.

Felix moaned, his retches replaced with dry heaving, his stomach having been fully emptied. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, pressing his hands even harder into his gut.

Charlie didn't say anything, only started to rub his back.

Felix whimpered, pulling his legs up to his stomach and hugging them tightly. "You're right, I'm an idiot," he groaned, curling up against Charlie, who froze at the sudden contact. But relaxed, feeling how shaky his friend was.

"Get used to it. Don't, however, get used to this."

Felix didn't even have enough energy left to laugh.

"It hurts Char,” he whimpered.

He could practically hear Charlie roll his eyes. “Of course it does. You just puked out everything you’ve eaten since yesterday. Which is a lot. Also, what did I say about calling me that? Charlie is already a nickname.”

Felix groaned, “I’m sorry,” he whimpered again, “I just don’t feel well.”

“Yeah, no shit,” But Charlie’s voice was gentler now and he had allowed himself to lean into Felix, continuing to rub gentle circles on his back.

“Go to sleep, Felix,” he coaxed.

Felix was already drifting into an exhausted slumber, his energy drained by the retching.

. . .

When he woke, the sound of Charlie talking on the dorm phone greeted him. The next sound the greeted him was the sickly grumble of his stomach.

He groaned, curling back into a ball.

Felix heard Charlie’s sigh and the sound of a phone being slammed into the wall. Then he felt the cushions dip as he fell onto the couch next to him.

“I don’t suppose you’re feeling any better?” He asked, almost sounding hopeful.

Charlie shook his head, burying it in his shirt, he still felt as if he were about to puke.

“That was Theo, he says he and Seb are ill as well. Thinks it was something they both ate. So, I guess it’s not your fault after all,” he sighed, leaning back and rubbing his face.

Felix felt bad, they really had ruined the night. “I’m sorry,” he forced out for the third time since the buffet.

Charlie shook his head, “It’s not your fault, the restaurant should have checked their food.”

Felix’s stomach let out a groan, he whimpered curling up even tighter.

Charlie shifted closer to him, “Well, I guess we’re both staying back,” He said gently, starting to mess with Felix’s sweaty hair.

He wanted to answer, but was interrupted by a sickly burp. His stomach lurched and bile flew up his throat before he could stop it, splattering the couch. He groaned, burying his face in the crook of his arm and trying desperately to ignore the ominous sounds his belly was emitting.

Charlie sighed again, “Great,” he mumbled, but didn’t get up. Instead shifting even closer to his friend and starting to rub his back, “I’m never going back there again.”

#monsters within us #defender tales #Felix Clifton #Charles King #emeto #stomach ache #sickfic #food poisoning #bad food #check out the poll #! #I wrote this a two am #so sorry for any misspellings

[fazcinatingblog]

Ok I opened Seb's message

#but it was a message sent 10 weeks ago???? #do i reply???? #and with what???!! #'thanks Seb miss you too' #'see you at the next king's birthday game' wait no he doesn't know i saw him at the previous one #i mean is there any chance of him playing bbl13 #i think he's being playing cricket for sorrento #or at least dressing up in the sorrento cricket uniform #just swanning around in the outfield yelling instructions #standing at silly mid on and providing witty banter #bats at number 11 #he should be invited back to the stars as a coach #the coach #spends the whole time convincing sam Harper to wear short sleeves #uniform coach at the stars #sets out the uniform for the players #accidentally deliberately leaves the tops in the dryer too long #hides Sam Harper's long sleeve tops #orders the sizes smaller than what the players were measured up for #stoinis just walking around with bigger guns #everyone thinks he's on steroids but he's like 'nope we've hired an intern to take care of laundry he must have pressed the wrong setting' #most of the players actually think Seb is an intern #One guy thought Seb was the bartender #asked for a wine and Seb had to precariously carry a red wine and a laundry basket heaped with maxi's test whites #maxi found out he was getting called up for boxing day and got the stars laundry intern to wash his whites #seb put the baggy green in with the whites though

[smythesm]

I Was Enchanted To Meet You- Thursday, April 27, 2023

Para: I Was Enchanted To Meet You

Rating: PG.

Pairing: Seblaine.

Blaine: @andersoncharm

Sebastian: @smythesm

When: Thursday, April 27, 2023 (Seb 28, and Blaine 26.)

Location: Boston, Massachusetts

Notes: Blaine and Sebastian get married under a sky of spring flowers.

Warnings: This RP in general includes; Mentions of death/Parental Death (Blaine’s Mom), Mentions of toxic past relationships. Mentions of brief past Klaine. Depression. Anxiety.

Extra Warnings: (This RP is not Kurt Hummel friendly. You’ve all been warned.)

Para Title and Lyrics Taken From: Taylor Swift- Enchanted.

We will be doing a series of little mini’s to progress over the next few years of this RP. Things might get a little confusing but we promise to date them accordingly. 

Under cut to keep dash neat. Work is mostly unedited as usual.

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian Smythe was getting married and he was thrilled. That was a thought he had never imagined would happen. But, things with Blaine were just that way- mystical, surprising, shocking, romantic, and wonderful. The two of them stood in the courtyard of their Boston home with their hands clasped together. They were surrounded by a select few of their family and friends. 

The courtyard was full of every type of purple and white flower you could imagine. There was a mix of magical and natural flowers, even some sprinkled in from Friday's Flower Shop.  Blaine had spent the days leading up to the ceremony working his magic to create garlands of hyacinths that swept across the space intertwined with sparkling fairy lights, bouquets of lilies and corsages of sweet smelling lilacs for both of them to wear. 

Sabine looked impeccable in her sleek black dress as she sat in the front row, the mother of the grooms. Blaine had told her that his father was in England for business and couldn’t get back. They didn’t want her to think he was on bad terms with him but couldn’t really tell her about the whole exile thing either. She said she understood and gladly accepted the role. She had been a wonderful help, of course. She helped to make sure the chairs and catering arrived on time and even volunteered to watch the house and the pets while they were gone even though she didn’t need to with Freya around.

Hunter had held Mel, their little flower girl, and even sprinkled magical aubergine petals down the aisle. He couldn’t hide his smile as he stood next to Sebastian, Mel’s little coos and giggles mixing with the soft music that played. Tony was their officiant of course and Sam, B’s best friend, stood next to him with a happy look in his eyes that could rival an excited Enjolras ready for a treat. 

Tony spoke eloquently but Sebastian could hardly focus on the words. He knew he needed to of course, he had things he was supposed to say. He just couldn't stop staring at his soon to be husband. He looked perfect with his sleeves rolled up and his suspenders. They kept squeezing each other's hands three times, “ I love you.” Seb just wanted to slip the ring onto his lover’s finger, just wanted to dance under the dizzying but lovely scent of the flowers and drink champagne and kiss and kiss and kiss until it was time to celebrate their wedding night all alone. 

When it was time for his vows he felt more nervous than he had anticipated. He pulled the piece of paper from inside of his tux jacket and unfolded it with ever so slightly shaky hands that only Blaine would notice. 

“ I’m not the best with words unless I’m arguing a case or just….arguing in general, so I’m going to keep this short and sweet. Blaine, the day that Ras dragged me into you at the park was the best happy accident to ever happen to me. You're my favorite person and somebody I never could have imagined ending up with. I grew up thinking that I didn’t need love, that it was a losing game and that I was too smart for all of it. I hate admitting when I’m wrong, but I’m so glad that I was. I love you and everything that you are.” 

 Blaine’s POV:

Blaine had worked meticulously and tirelessly to make sure his and Sebastian’s wedding was beautiful and intimate, he’d spent weeks tweaking each leaf and petal- most of the flowers were natural except for the hyacinths which Blaine had gone to great measure to craft out perfectly with magic, all the while explaining to his soon to be husband all about Apollo. One of Blaine’s patron gods, and why the flower was significant in the first place. Alas, the story was a sad one-  Apollo lost his lover after all, but the point of incorporating the symbol into such an important day for the two of them was that Apollo had gotten love Hyacinth while he was alive and didn’t their story have traces of Sebastian and Blaine’s story? Men loving men, others being jealous of that, fates… It seemed only natural to have as many of the flowers as possible. He’s also made sure to tuck little surprises of red roses and myrtle here and there to honor Aphrodite. She did have a hand in their meeting after all and was protecting his love still. It made him smile every time one of their human guests made a comment about the pop of red in all of the magical purple and white.

And Blaine truly had outdone himself. The whole courtyard looked like a fairytale and smelled floral with a sprinkle of freshly cut grass. It just felt like love and spring and the birdsong was enough to make a person cry. It was as if they were singing just for them. It was gorgeous. Still, none of it compared to the man standing in front of him in a fitted dark tux, purple flower in his lapel, trembling fingers holding onto a piece of paper that featured words that threatened to sweep Blaine away all over again. He wanted to reach out and steady Sebastian’s hands and reassure him once more with three squeezes of love, but he was too taken with his words to do more than grin. 

Sebastian’s words, the man who said so little but showed so much. Gods. It was all happening, it was real- they were getting married. Sure, technically they were already married, the papers were signed so they could leave for their honeymoon in the morning with little fuss, but here in front of an audience of people they cared about both present and in memory, it was actually happening. His breath hitched as he listened, Seb telling him that he loved him and everything he was almost made him lose what little control he had over himself and a teary laugh escaped him at Seb’s little joke. 

“I hope someone recorded that so I can remind you that you said it later…” 

He swallowed to keep himself from losing it over Sebastian’s sweetest words, but he could still feel the tremble in his bottom lip and his eyes stung with tears as gold met green. Blaine felt breathless and like he might float away and was only able to steady himself by reaching out and taking Seb’s hands in his. 

“I- well, I guess it’s my turn,” He looked around the crowd at all the faces watching them- Sam, Hunter and even adorable little Mel, hair in ringlets, in her dad's arms stood next to them all with goofy grins on their faces. Tony stood in front of them looking gorgeous with her long braids piled on her head, the tip of her nose red from sniffling. She was doing such a good job. Freya and Ras sat happily with the two of them like proper wedding party members, Freya had trained the pup well. They both looked so proud, yes even Freya. Sabine sat up front with, wiping away tears as she listened, and he watched as Thomas actually took her hand in his as he looked up at Sebastian with- was that pride? He thought so. Blaine noted that David and Nick had snuck in somewhere in the back because of course they did, forbidden or not they had shown up. He gave them the smallest nod. Only two people were missing for him- one was in his heart and he could feel her there each time the spring breeze rustled a new batch of petals into the air, almost like his mom was throwing them herself. And the other person would be risking a great deal by showing up. He supposed his dad not being there was for the best even if it hurt both of them.

He cleared his throat, knowing it was pointless as his voice would be thick with tears the moment he tried to speak anyway.

“Sebastian… where do I even begin?” He squeezed Seb’s hands trying to steady himself and took another breath. “After I lost my mom I never really thought I’d find happiness. I had this… emptiness inside of me and I felt so alone all of the time even when people I cared about were around me. It felt like a piece missing that I hadn’t noticed before and nothing made me feel better about it. Nothing until you and Ras came crashing into me and turned my whole life upside down. The two of us have been through so much- more than most people could come back from, you know?” Blane wanted to say that they’d sacrificed and lost more than most but he didn't’ want anyone to question it, besides Sebastian knew what he meant, “we’ve fought so hard to keep what we have, this love- this untouchable thing, and we’ve came back stronger than ever after all of it, most people would just fall apart-”  He swallowed hard, rolling his eyes upward to clear away the tears and losing a few in the process.

“I said I wouldn't cry and here I am crying- shocking, I’m sure.” he paused and brought one of Seb's hands to his lips before kissing it gently, “What I’m trying to say is that I love you so much. In fact, I love you a little more every single day that I get to spend with you. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done and getting to just sit next to you and wind down on the couch each night after a hard day is the most magical thing in the world to me.” He didn’t care if that last line was cheesy, he meant it.

He wanted to tiptoe up and kiss his person, but Tony was telling them it was time for rings and Blaine’s heart jumped again knowing they were one step closer to being Mr. and Mr. Smythe-Anderson. Normally there would be a ring bearer but the two of them had decided to keep the rings close to their hearts in honor of the way Seb had proposed during their short engagement. Blaine reached up to Sebastian’s necklace, the one that held his protective crystals and wedding ring and slid Seb’s ring loose with shaking but sure hands, nodding to Seb to do the same, his fingers gently guiding Sebastian’s to his own necklace.

Sebastian’s POV:

It came as no surprise that Blaine’s vows were perfectly picked and poised. Most guests wouldn’t think twice about the word ‘magical’ but to Sebastian it meant everything. In their world, one filled with enchanted fruit, gods, cryptids, and teleportation, Blaine had picked him as the most bewitching thing. He had always picked him over the power and the divination, over leading the Witches in his father’s footsteps. Sebastian had never really felt like anybody’s first pick before he met the other man. He wiped a tear off of his cheek with the back of his hand and rolled his eyes playfully, only for B to see.

He knew that later on, when it was just the two of them in their bed that they’d tease each other about how sappy everything was and that he would cheekily deny his nervous hands and watery eyes, he’d smother B with kisses to end the playful teasing and the dark would wrap them up as they tangled together. 

The rest of the ceremony was a bit of a blur. They slipped each other’s rings on with shaky and soft laughter. They kissed and held each other tight when Tony announced them as husband and husband. They walked down the aisle surrounded by soft applause and shiny eyes. Sebastian stopped to hug his mother and Blaine shook Thomas’s hand. Looking around at the small group, Sebastian couldn’t wait to get inside and celebrate with their friends and family. 

Sabine had helped them set up the downstairs of their home or the small reception. There were more of Blaine’s flowers and handmade candles with lemon balm and cinnamon for good cheer enchantments to keep the mood bright. Sam was in charge of music and manned the record player, Sabine doted over the appetizers and insisted all the guests eat more. Hunter cheered when the two of them sloppily fed each other the first slice of their chocolate wedding cake. 

They spun around the living room dancing with their friends to their favorite songs, taking turns twirling Mel around, her giggle better than the music- the champagne didn’t stop flowing (literally, it was secretly magical) and the furniture was covered in suit jackets and discarded high heels. There was candle wax on the floor and flower petals in their hair. Sebastian hated mess and disorganization but this felt perfect, felt like one of the parties Blaine had described from the old times, when witches would dance and sing and drink for the changing seasons.  

 Blaine’s POV:

Blaine’s body buzzed with an energy that could only be defined as cosmic as their wedding evening soared on. He was tipsy on champagne, laughter and stolen kisses. He’d already referred to Sebastian as his husband more times than was really necessary  but he couldn't seem to help himself. It was made all the better by the twinkle in his husband's eye each time he turned to answer Blaine’s call which made Blaine want to keep doing it even more. He found it so hard to contain himself when Sebastian cheekily referred to Blaine as Mr. Blaine Smythe-Anderson while they were pressed close and slow dancing to a song that had lost its lyrics to the melody of Sebastian's voice whispering the words into Blaine’s ear. He swallowed hard, stupidly happy as he remixed an echo of the words to Sebastian by replacing his name with Seb’s and giggling like a kid and good gods they were the cheesiest they’d ever been before. He secretly loved it though and supposed it was warned after the chaos they’d been through.

He was about to make himself pull away so that he could surprise his man with one more thing before the party ended and he got to steal him away and into their bedroom for the night when, dancing there and looking over Seb’s shoulder he spotted a face that outside that he was sure wouldn't be able to make it. There, in their flowery courtyard, standing just out of the fairy light glow where only Blaine could see him stood Will Anderson. His dad was smiling at him, really smiling- blue eyes glittering with a happiness Blaine hadn't seen on him since before his mom died. Blaine’s breath hitched and before he could even smile back, Will was gone. He smiled to himself, opting to keep the secret for just him until later on when he could share it with Seb. Weeks later when the two of them would go through their wedding gifts Blaine would find Will’s gift among the guests as if he’d been there the whole time and perhaps he had been. Blaine hoped so.

He let himself sway with Sebastian for a few moments longer, just breathing in his husband and the revelry around him, his heart feeling light and fluttery with joy over the events of the day. He pulled back and tiptoed up to press a few soft, lingering kisses to Seb’s lips before guiding him to a chair he had placed next to the piano he’d moved into their living room. When he’d magicked it down here yesterday Sebastian had  been curious but Blaine had jus told him that someone might want to play it. Nevermind that the someone happened to be him. He cleared his throat and the music faded away slowly by his own doing. He made sure to make the change subtle so their less “in the know” guest wouldn't wonder how he’d done it.

“I, um, I have another little surprise for my husband.” 

He licked his lips as he looked around at everyone's faces. He suddenly felt so strangely nervous as he sat down at the bench. Blaine performed live all the time. He sang and played at the Snowed In, he sang and played at the river and in parks and on stages. That was the whole reason they’d even met in the first place. But looking up at everyone now, Blaine felt so overwhelmed that his nerves were starting to get the better of him and he wondered for a moment if playing, which was one of Blaine’s strongest magics,  with people like Sabine and Thomas around would give him way. He couldn’t help but hum with his natural, Witchy energy when he played, but most people didn’t notice because they were strangers or they knew what to look for. People just knew they felt better after hearing Blaine play. But, one look at Sebastian’s eager, open and smiling face told him it was okay and he let his fingers hover over the keys. He kept his eyes up and trained on Seb as he spoke, not wanting to miss a moment.

“I’ve spent a long time trying to find the perfect song because of course I was going to sing to you, you know? I mean,  it’s me. I wondered if maybe I should go over the top and happy, or slow and sappy. There were so many options I could have used to show you how I felt and then the other day while baking for the Snowed-In this little gem came on and it hit me, I thought it described exactly how I felt when I first met you, Sebastian. And I am so happy that you went against your own rules and reached out to me after that first night and didn’t let me spend forever wondering if you knew how very enchanted I was to meet you…”

Blaine grinned to himself at the silly romantics of it all and let his voice trail off as he pressed his fingers to the keys, shifting into a slow, stripped down piano version of Taylor Swift’s Enchanted. His voice rang sweet and soft yet seemed to fill the room as if that was all that there was in the world. He moved his way through the song, his eyes never leaving his husbands as the rest of the room faded until it was just the two of them.-

 (There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

 Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

'Cross the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

 I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you…

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, "Hey"...

…

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again…

…

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

…

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you…)

 Blaine’s voice, though trained to do the exact opposite, cracked on his last note as emotions took over and what seemed silly a moment ago left him feeling raw and exposed in his feelings now. His vision blurred with tears as the room came back into view, everyone standing with blissful, softly magicked expressions on their faces- Blaine had tried to only channel his energies to Sebastian since he knew what to expect. Blaine’s vision tunneled only to him, Seb who looked just as blissful and a little in awe, his eyes bright and green in the candle and fairy light glow. Was his husband crying too? Blaine stood on jelly legs and closed the short distance between them, eyes full of happy tears and enveloped Sebastian safe and protected in his arms.

“I know it was cheesy, I couldn't help myself though. I just love you so fucking much, Seb.” The words were whispered against Seb’s jaw as Blaine tried and failed to reach for new kisses.

“I can’t wait to spend forever showing you how much.”

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian quirked his head to the side, a curious smile spread across his face as Blaine pulled away and announced that he had another surprise. Their guests turned to follow  Blaine as he walked over to his instrument. He could feel everyone’s eyes switch over to watch him, to look for his reaction. All Seb could do was smile and watch his new husband speak, his fingers ghosting over the keys, itching to play. 

As Blaine spoke, he could picture their first chance meeting perfectly. Well, chance probably wasn’t the right word. It was destiny. It was the fates plan all along. Seb thought about how B told him they were connected by an invisible string that tangled and wove around their lives until they finally came crashing into one another. 

He shook his head and rolled his eyes playfully as Blaine wove the song title into his introduction. The whole thing was just so perfectly Blaine and just so reminiscent of their beginning that he couldn’t stop grinning. Sebastian could feel the pang of happy tears threatening to fall as the other man kept his golden eyes locked on his. His body felt like it might float away with Blaine's magic music flowing through him. 

When the song ended the two of them crashed into each other’s arms and held tight. 

“That was perfect, B.” 

He finally caught Blaine’s lips in a soft kiss, “I love you back. Can’t wait to hear you sing for the rest of my life.” 

 ____

 The party slowly wound down after midnight. Sabine urged them to not worry about the mess, said that she’d take care of it. Of course all Blaine needed to do was wave a hand and the whole place would look good as new but they had to agree and thank her to save face. Sebastian had a feeling that even if his mother knew for sure that B was a witch, she would still insist on cleaning. She shooed them away, towards the stairs and told them to go to bed. 

“You two have a flight in only a few hours. Don’t worry about me or the pets. Go. Go!”

They knew that they had their flight to Norway and that they should probably sleep a little but, B was magical, after all. He could whip them something up to give them energy or even add more time to their day.

 As soon as they were in the privacy of their own room, their hands were on each other. It felt like their first time, tripping over pant legs and awkwardly trying to take dress shoes off, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. 

 Blaine’s POV:

As the song ended and Sebastian fell into his arms Blaine made sure to discreetly brush the little happy tears from Seb’s cheeks.

“Good because I have saved so many melodies just for you….” 

His  voice was a hushed and giddy whisper as he twirled them around the room while Sebastian whispered the sweetest things back to him. Blaine’s once aching and lonely world felt so full and new at that moment. Sure, the two of them had spent beautiful and terrifying years together already, but this felt different. This felt new and exciting and most of all- safe. He felt a security he hadn't felt since his mother had died. With Sebastian by his side and friends on their side he was ready to experience all that life had to offer now. He could hardly wait to start.

Guests slowly started to head home, all except Sabine who had sent her own husband on and was insisting she stay and pet sit for Ras and Freya even though they had told her they could make arrangements for them. She wouldn't hear anything else and wanted to clean their wedding mess and to sleep in their guest room. She wanted time with her grandpets. Between Sebastian and him though, they thought she might be using it as an excuse to have two weeks of alone time. She was already dressed for bed and curled up on their couch with Freya at her side and Ras at her feet. A book in her lap and a glass of wine in hand as she absently shooed  them up the stairs- almost as if they weren’t even registering to her.. It made Blaine smile how comfortable she was.

Come morning Blaine would be whisking Sebastian away to chase the mystical northern lights in Norway and there they’d remain for the next two weeks, tucked away in a snowy village almost as old as magic. Seb wasn’t much for snow, but he loved Blaine and they already had a second summer honeymoon planned out for August in which Blaine told Sebastian he’d take him someplace hot where they could be next to naked together on sandy beaches again. But for now, the snow called and besides, Blaine had already promised to keep his husband warm with more than just magic.

His hands fumbled like the first night and strange nerves made his fingers quiver over Sebastian’s freckled skin when he pressed him down into their bed. Everything felt new and just like it always had to him- it was like he was seeing the two of them in a new light, yet nothing had changed at all. He was all energy and want and filled with unfamiliar clumsy giddiness. And yet each rise of Seb’s constellation of freckles under his fingertips was as familiar as his own skin. Each kiss, giggle, gasp and moan felt like home and he couldn’t get enough.

He couldn’t wait to spend the next two weeks alone with his person doing exactly this every chance they got under flickering aurora borealis greens and pinks. Aphrodite was going to be so pleased with them by the trip's end, he was sure of it. Furthermore, he couldn’t wait to spend forever knowing he’d finally get to freely live his life just loving Sebastian. He was getting everything he’d ever wanted.

 /fin.

 (The boys shall return with more stories in the future.)

#smythesm #andersoncharm #seblaine #seblaine para #seblaine witch rp #i was enchanted to meet you #seblaine wedding #para

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“jfc” please :)

wip folder game!

lmao okay this is an idea i had that i never got around to actually writing anything for EXCEPT these two, very short snippets of conversations. also i looked at the doc a few days ago and i was like huh. i was really going through Something here, wasn't i? anyways, have literally ever single word that's in the doc PLUS a scene that i literally just banged out bc i thought abt it for the first time in ages and couldn't NOT write it:

(charles is sad and lonely, drinking a lot and sleeping around. seb is divorced, also a little sad maybe. they help each other, in the end.)

“I’m good at it,” Charles says after a while, with a faint shrug. “I like being good at things.”

Seb hums thoughtfully, carding his fingers through Charles’ hair where his head is resting in his lap. “You don’t always have to be good at things, you know,” he says, after a while. “Sometimes you’re allowed to just… Be.”

-

“What are you sad about?” Seb asks, frowning slightly. 

“Nothing,” Charles says, a sad smile appearing on his face. There’s a pause, and then, “Everything.”

(note: this is just. so much sadder than what i usually write??? ALSO, there was this scene, that i've been thinking about for ages but never got around to writing before RIGHT NOW. it's set like. early-ish in the fic. this is what it says in the outline about it: "couple of races into the season, seb gets roped into an afterparty by? daniel probably? he ends up sitting at a table with alex, george and lando for some reason." and then here is the scene lol:)

“Oh, here we go again,” Lando says, rolling his eyes. He’s looking at something in the distance, Seb can’t really tell what it is. The other two turn around at his comment, and seem to spot it immediately.

“That might be a new record, actually,” George says, eyebrows raised. He turns back around, takes another sip of his drink. “Honestly, I’m kind of impressed.”

Next to Seb, Alex hums, almost disapproving. “I don’t know,” he says, frowning slightly. “It’s a bit much, don’t you think? Like, do you think we should be worried about him?”

Seb’s still got no idea what they’re talking about. He looks back at where they’d been looking earlier, but it’s dark and there are so many people, he can’t figure out where exactly he’s supposed to be noticing something. 

“Over by the bar,” George says, picking up on his confusion. 

Focusing in on the bar and the crowd in front of it, Seb still doesn’t really get what he’s supposed to be seeing. Most of the people seem to be queuing up for another drink, there’s one couple making out, but Seb doesn’t recognize any of them, and then next to the couple there’s-

Well, there’s Charles. He’s dressed in a white shirt, the top three or four buttons open, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand. He’s talking to someone, a tall guy with dark hair and broad shoulders. Seb frowns slightly, still not fully understanding what exactly it is the others are talking about. 

“It’s been like this after practically every race this season,” Alex says. He’s looking at Seb, clearly trying to get him up to speed.

“Not just after every race, either,” Lando adds, with a slight scoff. “On the off-weekends too, he’s been moving mad.”

George laughs. “The Mad Mover of Monaco,” he says, grinning.

Alex laughs too, but then stops abruptly when he looks at Seb again. “Oh, shit, we’re not-” he says, stumbling a bit over his words. He’s probably mistaken Seb’s confused frown for one of disapproval. “Listen, we’re not slut shaming him, or anything, it’s-”

“What’s that?” Lando asks, eyes narrowed.

“What’s what?”

“Slut shaming.”

“Uh, it’s when-” Alex starts, and then stops, seemingly trying to find the right words. “Like, when someone’s, uh- you know, it’s-”

“It’s when you shame someone for being a slut,” George says, cutting Alex off. 

“Ah, right,” Lando says. He looks like he considers that for a few seconds, and then: “No, that’s definitely what I’m doing, then.”

“Lando!” Alex exclaims. He reaches out, across George who’s sat between them, and slaps at Lando’s arm. “He’s our friend-”

“Yeah,” Lando says, shrugging. “Our friend, who’s being a slut.”

Alex slaps him again at that, and then Lando starts reaching to slap back.

“Alright!” George, who’s quite literally stuck in the middle, says. He pushes at both of them to get them to stop. “Settle down you lot. You-” he points to Lando, “are just jealous because you’ve got no game of your own, and you-” he turns towards Alex, “are just stupidly in love with your girlfriend, and don’t remember what it’s like to be single. So give it a rest, and let Charles enjoy himself. Jesus.”

They’re both quiet for a bit, staring at George. Then-

“I am not stupidly in love-”

“Hey! I’ve got game, what the hell-”

Seb kind of tunes out, after that. He’s still not sure he’s completely understood what the hell they’re talking about, but his eyes drift back to where Charles is standing at the bar. This time, he notices more details. The way Charles is leaning into the guy, who’s got his hand resting lightly against Charles’ thigh. The way Charles is smiling; different from the smiles Seb’s used to seeing on him. It’s almost- coy. But it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It’s nothing too obvious, really, but now that Seb’s looking for it, it’s obvious that Charles is flirting.

A weird feeling settles in the pit of Seb’s stomach. He tears his eyes away from the scene, focuses back in on Alex, George and Lando, just in time to see Lando getting up from his seat.

“I’ll prove it,” he’s saying. “Just watch me, I’ve got more game than the both of you combined.”

Alex scoffs at that. “Going up to girls and just saying hey guess what, I’m an F1 driver does not count as having game.”

Lando flips him off, and then he’s heading into the crowd. George grins, says something that Seb doesn’t quite catch but that he thinks was probably something along the lines of Oh, I’ve gotta see this, before he follows him. 

That leaves just Seb and Alex at the table. Alex turns back to Seb, shoots him a smile like, sorry about those guys. 

“Seriously though,” he says, “about Charles, it’s- I don’t care, how many people he sleeps with. It’s just- he doesn’t really seem like himself, lately. You know?”

Seb hums. He doesn’t, really. He hasn’t been around Charles all that much, this season, but then, that itself might be a sign that something’s different. Usually he sees him around the paddock and has a chat, a catch up. And last season Charles would text him a lot, asking for advice, or just random things about life at Ferrari. There’s not been any of that this season though, Seb realizes. He’s been too caught up with his own stuff to really notice.

“I’m sure he’s fine, though,” Alex says, smiling. “I should go check that Lando and George haven’t gotten themselves into any trouble.” He scoots out of the boot, and waves goodbye to Seb as he goes.

Alone, Seb’s eyes travel back to the bar. There’s no sight of Charles or the guy he’d been talking to.

#tell me why i've been kicking and screaming trying to work on my actual wip for days and then i just bang out almost 1k of a dumb scene #for a fic idea that's pretty much abandoned. in like less than an hour. tell me why that is!!! #anyways thank u anon!! i hope this uh. makes sense at all lol. and that you enjoy!! #ask #also side note. 95% of the time i don't really. care abt george or lando so like SORRY if the characterization is off. they are just there #for comedic relief:) #wip talk #anon

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For the couple asks! Feel free to just pick one if you get a bunch of these. 😊

2, 27/28, 58, and 126

2. Who made the first move?

Eris: "It was me! I think if I didn't we would have never ended up together, since Seb isn't really the type to initiate things like that. We were friends for a long time, and when I realized I had feelings for him, I was very confused at first and didn't know what to do either. But just staying stuck in one place isn't really my style, so I tried to hint at it kind of. I'm not sure if he quite got it, though, maybe I was too vague. The fear of not having my feelings returned must have stuck with me until I just flat out said that I liked him when we had a argument"

27. List your top 3 turn-ons about your partner. & 28. List your partner’s top 3 turn-ons about you.

Eris: "When he talks about something he's excited about, he just starts rambling, which is super cute, and it makes me just want to kiss him so badly. So it sometimes leads to that. Physically, he often wears his hoodie, but when he wears short sleeves, especially when he is working on his bike or something different, it just makes me somewhat excited. Maybe it sounds super old school, but it might be just the fact that it's exposed skin that I usually don't get to see so often. His hands are also really attractive. I sometimes find myself staring at them."

Seb: "She tends to wake up before me, but when I do end up finding her in the kitchen in the morning, and she has a high ponytail, she looks perfect. I can't help but go for her neck.

When we cuddle, she's also usually the one who initiates things, I guess I kind of appreciate that, especially early in our relationship. I did want to touch her, but I wasn't very sure what was okay and what wasn't. So her teaching me the ropes of what she liked and also kind of ending up teaching me more about myself, is something I'm grateful for.

Other than that...well...It's usually when we are already in the middle of it, but when she says my name in that breathy kind of way or wraps her legs around my waist to pull me closer...it's kind of...and when our eyes lock..."

58. What’s the weirdest part of your relationship?

Eris: "I think one of the weirdest parts is just how different we are? I mean, we come from two very different worlds and we're basically polar opposites in personality.

But I feel like thats also a strenght of our relationship, you know? Even though we might not always understand each other completely, it really helps to just be fully open and honest about how we feel.

And I think the fact that we're so different also keeps it kind of exciting, like there's always some new stuff to discover about each other, which I really appreciate."

126. Do you think you and your partner look similar to each other?

Eris: "Kind of I guess? We do both have pretty dark hair, so I'm sure if we ever have kids they will have the same dark hair. "

#its been like a month i know #still thank you for sending me this it made me so happy #i wanted to keep it for when im not feeling too good and just want to think about seberis #yomi ask #eris my beloved

[bwoahtastic]

Nico and Mika getting into an argument in the oh deer orphanage au. And Mika goes to his apartment for the night to cool down. And it’s not even a serious argument, but Nico gets in his head so much about it. Seb comforts him as much as possible but they sort of assume he’ll be okay, he’s still staying with Seb and the pups. But Nico takes off in the middle of the night. And everyone is panicking, Mika feels sick with guilt for causing it. Nico coming home a couple of days later and he looks a bit strange, he’s wearing baggy clothing, but he doesn’t smell like strange alphas which is a relief. Nico taking his cap off and everyone gasps because he’s cut his hair off. His pretty long blonde hair is now short and quite a bit masculine for how he usually looks. They quickly realise Nico is hiding all of his peacock features. Heavy duty concealer covering those on his arms and neck. And he’s constantly in long sleeved clothing, even going as far as to wear colored contacts. He’s desperate to hide every single omega/peacock feature that he has

PLSSS POOR NICO

Sweetheart just getting into his own head and having an argument with Mika who is just so desperate to show Nico he loves him for who he is, not just his peacock characteristics. But Nico refuses to believe it and runs out and then alsolevs seb's house after a long cuddle with little Mousy Nicky.

They are all so worried and eventually its Nicky who senses momma Nico is close, even befr he is walking down the driveway to the front door, Nicky is at the door squeaking and whining and trying to open the door but he is too small still! Seb opening thr door and Nicky goes running out and hugs Nico and noses into him while Seb ushers Nico inside. Nico being so embarased he gave himself a buzzcut to make himself less pretty, and hiding all peacock characteristics. Nicky rubbing some foundation off Nico's cheek snd while Nico protested to Seb trying that, he lets Nicky snd just sniffles as Nicky whispers 'momma sparkle cos momma is kind"

Mika coming in and Nicky, normally so shy, resolutrlt comes to guide Mika over to Nico and tells him to tell momma how awesome he is! Judt pls i need emotional support mousy Nicky

#asks #oh deer orphanage

[stardewobsession]

Untitled SDV Fanfic Harvey x Abigail

Right this is my first time ever writing anything ever so I’m really looking for constructive critism, please be kind. Basically the idea came to me and I’ve been craving a fanfic like this and no one else has wrote it so I thought, why don’t I give it a go.

Abigail lays down on her bed and covers her head with her pillow, trying to drown out the noise of her parents' bickering downstairs. This has become the norm for the Peterson household as of late, with her parents, Caroline and Pierre arguing from anything from petty arguments, up to big ones. Today's current argument involved the shop, business had been tough lately due to the competition from the Joja Mart across the river which had caused financial stress for the whole family. Hearing the argument ramp up louder in volume, Abigail screamed into her pillow and sighed deeply, resigning herself to the fact that she would not be getting any sleep anytime soon, sat up and reached for her fluffy purple hoodie, pulling it quickly over her head and stuffing her arms in the arm holes, opened the window and climbed out onto the roof in one smooth movement.

Abigail often came up onto the roof, wanting a quiet place to escape and be able to hear herself think. She shivered as she sat down on the cold tiles, wishing that she had chosen more suitable bottoms instead of her thin pyjama shorts, and looked out across the town. From here she could see the lights from Sam's bedroom on and hoped he was still awake, and sent a quick text to the group chat

'you guys still up?'

Whilst she waited for a reply, she looked up at the night's sky, taking in the stars and searching for the brightest one in the sky to make a wish on, a nightly ritual that she had done ever since she was a child, spotting it she thought to herself internally 'Please let this one be over quick tonight!'

After waiting for a few minutes with no reply she gave up waiting, smirking to herself as she concluded that Sam and Sebastian had most likely fallen asleep with the light on again. The two of them had recently come out to her as a couple, and she recalled how she had to pretend that the news was a surprise to them both, even though it had been obvious that they both had feelings for each other, either way, she was thrilled for them both, and the two of them made a really sweet couple.

Abigail often wondered when she would be able to find her 'someone', wanting the same emotional intimacy that Seb and Sam often shared, as at times like these it would be so helpful to have someone close that she could confide in when shit hit that fan at home. Of course, she had the boys, but more times than not Abigail found herself keeping quiet, the boys had enough to worry about themselves, with Sam's dad still fighting in the war, and the two of them had not come out to their families yet either, it would just be another thing for them to stress about.

There seemed to be a pause in the argument and Abigail strained to hear, hoping that would be the end of it, a door slammed, and more unintelligible yelling continued, Abi winced at the sound and pulled her knees up and stretched the hoodie over her legs and pulled her hood up, pulling the strings tight, pulling the hood tighter across her face. She began to feel hot tears prickling at her eyes and tried to hold back a sob, she felt stupid…she was 21 years old for Yoba's sake! Crying over your parents arguing was something little girls did, she just needed to get over it and let her parents sort their own shit out! She swiped angrily at her face with the backs of her sleeves and closed her eyes, taking in deep breaths to try and calm herself down.

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 Today had really not gone well for Harvey Schoell today, first of all, his assistant Maru had called in sick, and whilst she really couldn't help coming down with a cold it meant that all of his appointments were backed up on the busiest day of the week, with no one there to help check in the patients and sort out the paperwork meant that appointments were taking twice as long. Harvey was quite lucky that most of the Valley's residents were so understanding, however, halfway through his day George and Evelyn had come in for a check-up. George had moaned and tutted under his breath at first whilst Harvey searched for his medical file, and once the examination was complete, he complained loudly about the speed of service in from of everyone in the waiting room. Whilst Harvey understood his frustrations and knew that George was not the most patient or understanding patient, it still set Harvey up in a bad mood for the rest of the afternoon, and left him feeling antsy, waiting for the hours to tick by so he could return to his latest plane model that he was working on.

Working on his models had always relaxed him, and helped him to unwind from any stress, he found the process quite methodical and loved every part of it, the smell of the paint, the sharp focus that was needed for the fine details and shading, and when you reached the result, you felt accomplished and had something new to display on your shelf. Harvey knew what he had to do by heart, first you prime the model, then you decide on a colour palette, and then carefully paint layer by layer. The simple routine helped him to shut down the constant thoughts he always had running through his mind. 'Did I remember to order that medication? Who do I have to examine tomorrow? Will I have enough to pay the bills this month?' All of that melted away as soon as he dipped the brush into his paint, although tonight that was proving to be very difficult.

Several times tonight Harvey had tried to put some metallic grey paint on one of the propellers, and each time there had been a loud shout from next door, causing him to flinch and lose his focus. Harvey was just about to try again for the umpteenth time when a door slammed, making the adjoining wall shake and causing Harvey to splatter the paint across the rest of the model and onto the table. Harvey threw his brush down in frustration, muttering a string of curses under his breath, and bought his hand up to pull his headlamp off.

Harvey knew from experience that an argument like this could go on for a little while still, so there was no point trying to focus anytime soon, and his mood had soured anyway, knowing that he would have to try and find a way to cover up the mistake without making the paint splotchy another day. Harvey turned to the sink and began filling up the kettle, ready to make himself a decaf coffee before he turned in for the night but wondered to himself just how much sleep he would be getting with the racket going on next door. Whilst it was a blessing to have Pierre and Caroline as next-door neighbours, having it handy when times of emergencies cropped up, such as running out of milk, it also proved to be a pain with what was becoming their nightly bicker.

Harvey looked out through the window as he flicked on the kettle becoming lost in thought as he twisted the ends of his moustache with his fingertips, a habit of his that had started when he finally grew it out long ago in an attempt to make himself look more serious as the towns Doctor, suddenly a flash of purple caught his eye, and looked closer. Sitting on the roof tiles next door was Miss Abigail Peterson, shivering and teetering on the edge of the roof, her toes curling over the end. Harvey sighed, tutting under his breath, and feeling ashamed of himself, he always felt very inconvenienced and annoyed when his neighbours were fighting, but never stopped to consider how it must feel living under the same roof with people who could not get along.

Harvey considered stepping out onto his balcony to make sure that she was alright but stopped when his hand reached the door handle, he briefly wanted to leave it, not wanting to meddle in matters that weren't his own, but when he looked back out through his patio door, he could see her shoulders shaking, with her head down, clearly crying. 'Come on Harv,' he muttered to himself 'the poor girl, you can't just leave her like this.' And pulled the handle down,

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Abigail jolted when she heard the doctor's balcony door open, and rushed to wipe any tears from her face, not wanting anyone to know she had had a moment of weakness, especially not the doctor, who would probably have something condescending to say about it. "Hello…" She called out in a shaky voice, fully expecting him to have a go at her for the noise "Look I'm really sorry-" She choked out before being interrupted

"Miss Peterson, hi… you haven't got anything to be sorry about, I was just wondering if you were, okay? I mean well obviously you're not, given the circumstances, but can I help?" he rambled out in one breath and Abi blinked at him like a deer in headlights, clearly not expecting the conversation to have gone this way, "Am I… okay?" she echoed back softly, as if not quite believing the words that were coming out of the doctor's mouth.  There was a pause for a moment as if no one knew what to say, and Harvey looked around wildly as if searching for the words. "Oh! I know, I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate, do you like hot chocolate? Course you do, everyone likes hot chocolate…" Abigail watched his hands as he carried on muttering, as they were twisting around themselves nervously whilst he carried on trying to fill the awkward silence, she must have been staring and zoning out as Harvey's voice raised volume slightly and he leant forwards "Abigail?" She snapped her eyes back up to his "Hmm? Sorry." He smiled softly, the corners of his eyes creasing "That's okay, I just asked do you take sugar?" Abigail shook her head and he reached for the door handle, missing it a few times and cringed in embarrassment "Ah there it is, okay I'll be back in just a second" and disappeared out of sight.

Abi leant back on the tiles and shook her head in disbelieve, "I really thought he was going to have a go at me" she whispered to herself and looked back over to see Harvey bobbing around in the window as he busied himself with mugs and hot chocolate powder, he saw her looking and smiled again, causing her to whip her head back around, hiding her blush, and silently scolding herself for peeking through the window. It wasn't long until Harvey stepped outside with a mug in each hand and reached over the balcony railing to hand one to Abi, which she took whispering a quick "thank you." Looking down into her cup she noticed that he had topped the coco with cream and sprinkles and wondered if he had done that to try and cheer up. She took a big gulp and hummed in delight. "This is really good!" She turned to face Harvey to see that he had also taken a big sip and gotten whipped cream on the edges of his moustache. She giggled slightly as he wiped the mess away with a tissue, he had stuffed up his sleeve. The two sat in comfortable silence, only the sound of their sips between them, miraculously her parents had seemed to either finally come to an agreement or were just busy ignoring each other.

A slam of the shop's front door made them both jumps as the figure of her mother stomped angrily down the path. "Oh dear," Harvey murmured "I do hope she's alright." Abi tutted and replied, "She'll be fine, she's just gone to the woods to cool off, she likes to go for a walk to the wizard's tower, I'm not sure why, but at least Dad has nobody to argue with for a bit."

Harvey opened his mouth and then closed it, looking like he wanted to say something but decided against it at the last minute, probably to ask something he deemed personal. Abi stood up from her perch "I should go get to bed, I've got online lessons in the morning, and I need my sleep." Harvey nodded understandably and stepped back towards his door. "Oh here," Abi said and handed back the mug with its half-full contents, Harvey pushed it back towards her, "It's okay you can finish your drink, keep it for now, I have tons of mugs anyway, it's all people seem to buy the Doctor for birthdays and Winter Star." he chuckled. Abi braced herself against the window frame, one leg on the roof and the other in her window "Cool, okay… Thank you Harvey" and quickly slinked back inside, shutting the window behind her and drawing the curtains.

Abi quickly settled herself back into bed, pulling the blankets around her lap, and sitting upright so she could finish her drink, she blushed heavily, recalling the events of the past 10 minutes or so, he had to have seen her crying, so embarrassing! She quickly finished her drink and covered herself over with the quilt holding her hands up to her red-hot cheeks, and taking deep breaths again to calm herself down, and realised that she would only have to face him again when she gave her mug back, Abi rolled over, burrowing herself deeper in the mess of blankets and pillows, slowly resigning herself to sleep.

#sdv abigail #sdv pierre #sdv abby #sdv caroline #sdv harvey #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #stardewvalley #stardew

[musette22]

Minnie, can we talk about brand name for the shirt Seb wore for the Fresh screening interview yesterday...according the ig styleofstan account its "Lloyd Short-Sleeve shirt". Yeah, I know it doesn't mean anything but it fun to speculate😉.. just the thought of it💫

Hahaha that's amazing though! 😂 Especially now that Sebastian's stylist reposted that one story 😉 Love it!

#evanstan #rpf #minnie answers