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httpsleclerc · 6 months

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☾you've got a 9 to 5☽

in which sebastian and his ex-wife are still in love with each other

c/w: angst, mentions of an absent father (not intentionally), divorce

w/c: 1k words

based on this request

You hated that you still loved your ex-husband, your first love, your first everything - He was everything to you. You had taken the heartbreaking decision to file for divorce from Sebastian when he had signed for Aston Martin, you couldn't bare to spend more time alone than you already did due to the nature of his care, as much as it broke your heart to make the decision that you did, you knew that you had to; otherwise you would end up in a vicious cycle of loneliness, spending nights upon nights sleeping in what felt like an empty bed without your husband.

You sighed as you sat down on the couch, the days events finally catching up with you since you didn't have a minute to rest. Between work and your other commitments, you found yourself rarely having a moment to yourself these days - and it was on these days you found yourself missing Sebastian, missing the way that he would make all your worries disappear in an instant and missing the immense comfort he provided. As if adding salt to the wound, you turned the TV channel from some kids channel and you saw his face.

Up upon the podium stood your ex-husband, his trademark mile wide grin on his face as he held the first place trophy, raising it up above his head in celebration. Watching him broke your heart all over again, you remembered his red bull days when you were both young, head over heels in love with each other, barely married and dumb with love - He dedicated every podium win to you, claiming that you were his good luck charm wherever he was, even if you couldn't be with him. You felt your eyes welling up with tears as you watched him pop the bottle of champagne, of course the first race you managed to watch following your divorce, he would win, just your luck, right? Right.

For some reason, you felt like torturing yourself even more than you already were by even just watching the race, and decided that you would watch the post-race interviews, just because you felt like driving the knife already deep in your heart, in even further. You watched Sebastian talk with an interviewer about how the race had gone, how he felt about winning.

"And it was never any secret that you always dedicated your podiums to your wife, Y/N, is that still something you do?" You felt your heart stop at the question. You and Sebastian had been very quiet about your divorce and had managed to keep it under wraps, neither of you wanted something as heartbreaking and difficult as this out in the world, no, that was your business, no one else's. Sebastian gave a nervous chuckle and then a smile, he knew he had to be honest, and he was speaking from the bottom of his heart, hoping that if you were watching that you would see how sincere he was being.

"Yes of course, I love Y/N very much," He stopped there for now, feeling himself well up at the fact that he still held so much love for you, yet his career had driven you away from him. He understood though, your decision had torn you apart and you knew that he loved you, you just couldn't handle him being gone more than he was around. "I dedicate this, and every podium to her, I love her so much." Sebastian smiled, tears in his eyes as he finished up with the interviewer.

You couldn't hold it together any longer, feeling your strength dissolve, you burst into tears at his confession - He still loved you and probably always would. Over your crying, you missed the sound of the footsteps coming towards you, only looking up when you felt two small hands patting your hair.

"Mama?"

You looked up at your daughter, who was her fathers spitting image - curly blonde hair, the same stunning blue eyes, she was all Sebastian.

"You okay?" Her small voice was laced with concern as she saw your tear stained face, a small pout on her face as she feared what had upset her mama. You sniffled as you nodded, lifting her up for her to be sitting on your lap, leaning on your chest.

"I'm okay, baby, I promise," You assured her, smoothing her hair down. "You're not sleepy, huh? Too much sugar at your birthday party I think, princess," A small smile graced your face at her small giggle and the shake of her head. "Mhm, yeah, I think so."

"No, mama," She replied, giggling as you tickled her sides. You swore hearing your little girls laughter almost made you forget how much you missed her father. "Why wasn't papa at my party, mama?" She turned her big blue eyes up at you, a sad pout on her face at the absence of her beloved papa from her 5th birthday party. You swallowed the lump in your throat that appeared at the sudden emergence of her question. "Did he not want to be there?"

"No, Meine Liebe, your papa had a race this weekend, but I promise you when he gets back on Monday he'll here to pick you up and you get to spend the whole week with him, doesn't that sound fun?" You told her, watching as she perked up a little at the mention of getting to spend a whole week with her father. "He is really sorry that he couldn't be there today, honey, he can't help it." First you were making excuses for him to yourself, and now you were making them to your daughter, the tiny human that you had created together.

"I miss him, mama," She said, giving you a tired yawn as she rested her head on your shoulder, sleepiness finally catching up with the small girl. You sighed sadly.

"I know, I miss him too baby girl."

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disneyprincemuke · 24 days

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my reputation's never been worse * fem!driver

her boyfriend's not made for her anger

pairings: matt x rocky (hehe)

notes: let rocky be happy challenge (impossible) LOL

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she whines tiredly, throwing her head back. “draw of the luck.”

matt smiles slightly and drops himself into the vacant seat next to her, popping her pepsi can open. “you probably don’t wanna be sitting next to me right now.”

“what?” the girl snorts, snapping her head to him with furrowed eyebrows. “bub, why would you even say that?”

“because you’re sitting here instead of being on the track racing with everyone else, duh,” matt chuckles, offering her the soda can. he sits back in the chair and rests his arm on the back of hers. “i’d totally understand if you’re upset about being here.”

she sighs shakily, craning her neck to look at the small tv hanging in the garage. liam’s car is on the screen, just making the sinking feeling in her chest worse.

truthfully, what a shit start to the year.

the churning in her stomach makes her want to tear the walls of her garage down, but it’s simply too early to say. at least that’s what she’s been telling herself all day since sebastian had broken the news to her.

it’s just one race.

though, the devil on her shoulder is insisting that it’s not as simple as that.

she shakes her head, lips pressed into a thin line. “it was shocking,” she whispers with a firm nod. “but i’ll be back next week.” she leans against his arm, cheek resting on his shoulder and reaches over to take his hand into hers. “i’ll be okay.”

“i know you will be,” matt mutters, putting a hand on her knee. he glances at her. “but you don’t have to keep saying that to me — i’ll be here for you.”

“you’re really okay?” matt asks softly, bending to his side to try and get a look at the girl’s face.

the girl hums with a small grin, darting all over the room to shove everything into her backpack. “why do you keep asking that?”

he sighs, sinking further into his beanbag. “because you finished outside of the points today and you didn’t race last weekend. you haven’t lashed out yet, you haven’t cried… you haven’t even said anything about it yet.”

“it’s only been 2 races,” she shrugs with a small grin, standing up straight to look over at him. “bub, i’m okay.”

“i don’t wanna go there,” he frowns, “please don’t make me go there.”

she tilts her head, “what do you mean?”

“your only crash of last year, you got into a fight severe enough that it almost shattered your entire world,” matt points out softly, truly unsure if it’s even a wise decision to bring up one of her lowest points of the previous season. “you have to at least be feeling some type of way about this all.”

she sucks in a deep breath, tearing her eyes off of him. and he has a point.

right now, it seems like throwing a tantrum over mishaps from 2 races into the season just sounds like behaviour that she could easily get lost in. that’s not how she was raised, after all.

she just takes what she can get and she’ll remain grateful even though these past 2 weeks have arguably been getting harder to cope with. not starting the race felt like the end of the world a week ago — she’s just glad she got to race this weekend.

though she swore, stepping into the paddocks with her chest feeling tighter, that she wanted to cry into matt’s shirt. but when she opened the door to her room and saw him looking at her with sorry eyes and open arms, the anger and frustration seemed to be pushed away.

she shrugs again. “it’s just simply too early to tell.”

she can’t seem to say anything else that’s not an utter lie.

it’s unusual to be woken up by the heaviest sleeper he knows. matt had been woken by snuffling and he initially assumed it to be kidnapper sniffing either of them, waiting to wake them up for some snacks in the middle of the night.

until it hits him that they’re not even in her apartment in london right now — they’re in a hotel for the race weekend. his eyes fly open as he scrambles to sit up. he finds her sitting in a chair, face illuminated by her phone screen as she bites down on her nails.

“bub, what are you doing up so late?” he whispers so as not to startle the girl. “you have a race tomorrow.”

the room goes dark when she immediately shuts her phone. “nothing, i,” her voice quivers, “it’s nothing. i just woke up to use the toilet 10 minutes ago.”

he can’t help but notice the way her voice shakes. “is everything okay? what’s wrong? feeling sick?”

she sighs and shakes her head before she realises that matt can’t see her. “it’s really nothing,” she whispers, starting to climb into bed again. she sniffles and rubs her nose on the sleeve of her pyjamas. “i’m fine. let’s just go back to bed.”

matt scrambles to sit up, swiftly reaching over to turn the lamp on before he turns back to her before she can drop herself on the bed again.

“what are you doing?” he mutters, grabbing her arm and yanking her into his body. she doesn’t do much to fight it; just softens herself up as she lands in his lap, head buried in his chest. “why do you keep saying it’s nothing? i know something’s bothering you.”

“i just–” she grabs at the material of his shirt and bunches it up in her hand. she squeezes her eyes closed as another lump in her throat forms. “i hate feeling this way. you should see the things people are saying about me right now. it’s not fair; they don’t say any of that about liam.”

“rocky.” truthfully, he doesn’t really know what to say. how would he? he rests his cheeks on the top of her head as her soft cries fill the silence of the hotel room. “you really shouldn’t be reading that. didn’t seb tell you off on that?”

“he did,” she choked, shaking her head, “but after my performance in qualifying today… i had to see what everyone’s saying about me.”

he tightens his arms around her, hoping slightly that this would help her feel better. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s not your fault my life’s like this.”

so it seems that matt’s unlocked a part of her that she hasn’t shown anybody else. there’s a certain level of vulnerability now that not a lot of people have had the pleasure, or unluckiness, of experiencing firsthand in recent years.

once upon a time, she had people to turn to when her racing had gone to shit. but realistically, she hasn’t experienced many mishaps with machinery as a driver, which is probably what’s making it so difficult to cope with her current situation.

nonetheless, her only support system seems to have taken a life of their own that can no longer accommodate her. that’s what she tells herself: oscar and logan have lives and are building relationships and there’s no more space for her in their immediate lives.

she dreaded the media pen after another finish, barely making points out of the race in p9.

to her dismay, her predictions were absolutely right. her first question after stepping up to the mic and camera was something about her ending up behind logan in the placings after spending her entire racing career typically ahead of him.

she wouldn’t have noticed if they hadn’t pointed it out and now the resentment grows as the clock ticks.

matt sighs, “you don’t really mean that; they’re your friends.”

“but i do!” the young girl shrieks, throwing her arms in the air. she paces around the room as she heaves, hands tangled in her hair as she finally sighs about her frustrations. “it’s not fair! nobody cared that logan wasn’t producing results when oscar and i were! suddenly, they’re comparing me to him? i have every right to feel like this, matthew!”

“i know.” he grabs her shoulders to stop her in place then cups her cheeks to force her to look him in the eye. “and you do. i’m not saying you don’t have the right to feel this way, but–”

“you are, though!” she shrieks, stepping back and removing his hands from her. “you don’t get it. i spent my whole life better than logan and suddenly now i’m incompetent just because he’s scoring points? give me his teammate’s car — i’ll still beat him in a race by a margin.”

“i never said that,” he argues, throwing his arms in the air. “you grew up with these guys and i understand that you’re frustrated… it’s okay, but take it easy.”

“i can’t believe you’re taking their side right now, matt,” she sighs heavily, rolling her eyes. she throws her arms in the air. “everyone’s already on their side! i need you to be on mine!”

“and i am!” matt huffs. “i am on your side — i just don’t want you to burn bridges like this! it’s okay to be angry, it’s just me here anyway. but these are your best friends!”

“you’re the only one i can be this open to! i need you to be with me!” she stomps her foot on the ground with her hands balled into fists by her side. “i can’t run to my friends and say that that should’ve been me. do you realise how fucked up that sounds?”

“i do!”

“then let me have this one! let me hate them for a couple of minutes before i have to swallow it down and pretend like i’m not fucking jealous of the success they’re all finding this year!” she opens her mouth again to say something, choking up as she tries to speak again.

she pinches the bridge of her nose as a lump forms in her throat. “i can’t say that to them, they’ve worked so hard to be there. and it’s not their fault that i’m not up there with them.”

“you’re right,” matt whispers, taking a step forward and enveloping her in his arms. “you’re right — i’m sorry. it’s just all pent up right now, isn’t it?”

“they’ve been supportive when i’m doing well. i feel like shit feeling like this towards them,” she whispers. “it’s not fair to them, you know? i have to show up for them like they did for me.”

matt calls out her name and the girl simply holds a hand out to him and walks past him in the garage. she pulls the balaclava off her head and shoves the door towards the paddocks to leave him behind.

“hey, talk to me!”

she snatches her arm back just as he grabs it, a bewildered stare on her face. her eyes are teary as she scowls at him. “just leave me alone. not now, matt, god!”

he sucks in a deep breath watching the girl storm further from him. he clenches his jaw and turns on his heel to make his way back to her garage, only to be met by a familiar face.

oscar looks over matt’s shoulder where the girl had strayed off to. “is she okay?”

“she’ll be okay,” matt grins, trying to ignore the pang of pain growing in his chest. “just needs a while to recuperate by herself.”

“are you okay?” oscar asks slowly, flashing him a knowing stare with a comforting smile. “she can get a little angry sometimes, but i promise she’s not always like this.”

“i know.” he forces a chuckle out. “she’s great. but she’ll be okay — just wants to have time to herself right now.”

every week brought around a certain form of unknowing. it’s hard to keep sane when you keep having to adapt to survive.

perhaps that’s the problem: she’s finding it too difficult to adapt.

when she gets out of the car, there’s only ever one consistent thing. it’s always meeting the same pair of warm green eyes in the garage and his arms wide open waiting to receive her.

she crashes into his body, stumbling back a couple of steps from the impact. “i can always expect one thing out of a race,” she sighs, eyes fluttering closed when she feels his hands wrap around her. “and it’s the fact your face will always be here in my garage.”

she feels a hand resting on her back. “well, i want to be here for my girlfriend, you know? she deserves that much.”

“haha, very sweet,” she giggles, pulling away with a small grin. “let’s head out to dinner tonight?” he nods excitedly. “it’s a date.”

perhaps she’s pulled the gun a little too early on that one. the evening had seemed like it was off to a great start with her feeling uplifted from the way she made it to the third round of qualifiers. the interviews and her team meeting hadn’t gone as well as she initially expected.

she leans forward on the table, cheek resting in her palms as she pushes the sole piece of carrot left on her plate. sat across her is matt, talking about something from his audition a couple of days ago.

he stops himself, tilting his head at his seemingly unresponsive girlfriend. “is everything okay?”

she lifts her eyes, lips parted with an empty stare. “yes. sorry, you were saying about your audition?”

“right,” he smiles, “i was saying that i think my audition went great. it’s a good show so if i get the part, it’s going to be–” but the lack of reaction and enthusiasm from the girl makes him stop midsentence again. he lets out a shaky breath, “nevermind. maybe another time.”

“no, matt,” she sighs looking up slightly more aware and attentive than before. “i’m sorry. i just have so much on my mind right now. please keep telling me how the audition.”

he shakes his head and drops his head to continue his meal. he would have asked what’s bothering her, but he’s since learned that she would tell him if he really wanted to, especially after he’d already asked her seconds ago. “it’s alright, bub. when you’re feeling better. what’s on your mind?”

“okay, wait up.”

matt struggles to catch up to the girl after having stormed out of the garage after briefly stepping into it for a mere second. he’d barely gotten a glimpse of her before she started stomping towards the small exit door in the back of her garage.

the girl had stormed through the semi busy paddocks with tunnel vision to the racing home, ignoring anyone and anything that tried to get between that. he had even followed up with soft apologies as she blatantly continued to ignore bigger names.

realistically, they should have taken the look of fury on her face as a clear sign. with her race, she didn’t have the energy to stop and feign a smile to make small talk.

no, because she genuinely feels the world spinning underneath her feet.

the door to her driver’s room flies open with a loud thud as it comes into contact with the wall.

and at the comfort of her floral-scented room, she stands in the middle of it, hands fisted by her side. she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as she does so.

surely the 30 second pit stop that caused her a points finish warrants this, right?

to some degree perhaps, she tries to reason with herself.

she opens her eyes and starts to look around her room for something **— anything — to keep her from tearing the walls down of the building of the team that keeps screwing her over. she keeps her eyes on the picture frame on the wall of her and sebastian from the year before in miami, champagne drenched with her trophy in hand.

at the call of her name, she feels something snap inside her.

her scream pierces through the silence of her driver’s room, followed by the loud thud of her helmet clashing against the wall decorated with a singular picture frame. the helmet falls to the ground followed by the framed picture on her wall.

she drops to her knees with another scream, quickly transitioning into a sob as her fisted hand comes into contact with the carpeted ground of her room with every word she screams. “that’s not fucking fair!”

“rocky–”

“don’t!” she pushes away the hand that hovers over her shoulder, desperate to console her. “don’t touch me!”

she’s been holding it in since the race had started — something felt wrong. every weekend she walks into the paddocks feels like a chore; the only thing constantly in her head is the question of how another race could possibly go wrong for her.

every single passing weekend seems to outdo the previous and there is only so much she can do as a driver with a car that’s uncooperative.

the man behind her can only watch, in agony, as the girl kneels on the ground. she slowly hunches forward, elbows on the ground with her sobs echoing in the empty room. her fisted hands hit the ground with a soft thud as she cries. “i’m not any better than i was every moment before this. maybe i’m not even as good of a driver as i’d thought.”

she throws her head back as she sucks in a deep breath. she breathes out, “i don’t wanna do this anymore.” she twists her body, eyes stinging from her tears and her cheeks stained. a soft sigh passes her lips as the initial bout of anger and frustration finally leaves her. “can we just go home?”

“you still have the debrief to attend,” he says softly and hesitantly. “that might really make you feel better, you know? maybe if you talked to your team about it, they could address what your concerns are and even come up with a solution?”

“please,” she whines with a heavy sigh. “i don’t want to stay here. fuck the team.”

and so he does what he can to help, against his better judgment and the image that he tries to keep around here for her. he helps her pack her bags, wraps his jacket around her and brings her back to the hotel. he’ll just call sebastian later and explain.

she lies on her side, kidnapper nuzzled into her chest as she taps away on her phone. on the other side of the bed is matt, on the phone with his agent, talking about something regarding the audition he had gone to a couple of weeks ago.

she shuts her eyes at the constant chatter filling the silence of her bedroom, irritability growing in her chest. the peace and quiet she’d been hoping for is now gone.

she scrambles up with a soft huff before quickly leaving the room, the door slamming behind her as she leaves. she grabs the throw on the couch and wrapping her body with it. she lies back down on the couch and closes her eyes, desperate to get a nap in before their flight later in the evening.

the door creaks open, matt’s head popping out with the phone against his chest. “is everything okay? you left without saying anything.”

“i’m fine,” she mutters, voice muffled by the pillow she’s pressed her face into. “i just need time to myself right now.”

she hears him sigh. “bub, i’m on the phone with my agent. i can’t do this right now.”

“we’re not doing anything,” she scoffs, lifting her head momentarily to glare at him before lowering her head again. “just leave me alone. i want to be by myself.”

“okay,” he answers, the door slamming closed.

she wasn’t going to cry, at least not until now. all day she’d been dreading leaving for the airport to fly off for another race weekend — there are only so many misfortune a person can take in an underperforming car before it takes a toll on their confidence.

but she does and wraps it up the minute she hears the bedroom door open again.

she urges matt towards the door. “please, please. you have to come up with some lie why i can’t make it out tonight,” she whines, squeezing matt’s arm.

“what?” matt shrieks, turning around to stop her from opening the door. “they’re your friends. you should be the one to tell them why we’re cancelling on them tonight.”

“i can’t face them right now, bub,” she sighs, shaking her head. “i miss them, but i also kinda hate them right now. please?”

she’d agreed to head out to grab a couple of drinks with oscar and logan tonight, especially since it’s one of the rare times that they’re all in london together. but as the clocked would down to the time that they’re supposed to pick her up from her apartment, she abruptly changed her mind.

she just didn’t have the energy to go.

“tell them i’m sick or something or that i fell, i don’t know,” she whispers. “please, do me this favour.”

“i’m back from the store!”

matt furrows his eyebrows at the empty living room. he’s only greeted by kidnapper sitting in front of her bedroom door, mewing softly. the cat turns its head to glance at him, meowing again before turning to the door.

“is rocky in there?” he asks softly, bending down to pet the cat on the head. “and you’re mad she’s not letting you in?”

as if the cat understood what he said, he meows back again with a slow blink. he hums and puts the paper bag down next to the door.

he pushes it open, greeted by a dimly lit room. he flinches back at the figure sitting at the edge of the bed, hunched over with soft sobs filling the room.

“sorry,” she mutters, rubbing her nose on the sleeve of her sweater. “i fell down a rabbit hole. i know we said i shouldn’t but i couldn’t help it.”

“hey, what’s wrong?” he coos, walking around the black cat that’s pouring into the room with him. “what happened?”

she keeps her back facing him, yanking her phone towards the top of her bed. “i read the stupid articles again,” she cries, covering her face with her palms, “i had to know what they were saying about me.”

he sighs her name, a comforting hand on her shoulder. “why did you do that? you know that isn’t good for you.”

“because it’s not fair!” she shrieks, pushing herself off the bed to stand. “i worked so hard the past 2 years to prove that i belong in formula 1 — that i worked harder than anybody else to make it here and be the first woman in the grid in decades. but that doesn’t matter anymore, no, because i’m washed. i’m a fluke; sebastian took the chance on the wrong girl.”

“that’s why i’d said–”

“that kimi raikkonen and fucking jenson button are starting to eat their words about the girl that their friend had taken a gamble on to put in a race car alongside 21 other men on the grid,” she rambles on. she throws her arms into the air. “you don’t fucking get it, matt! and consider yourself lucky that you don’t have to because this shit is fucking exhausting!”

matt sighs, putting his hands on his knees as he takes her spot at the edge of the bed. he watches her intently as she continues her rampage.

“this shit sucks! do you have any idea how i feel? i’ve fallen so far from grace — there’s no saving my career!” she shrieks, turning her back on him to look out the window of her bedroom. “nobody’s ever going to take a chance on another woman if my results keep ending up like that.”

he closes his eyes and takes another deep breath, trying to ignore the way his patience was slowly escaping his grasp. while he likes letting her speak her mind, lately, it just seems like nothing is ever going through her head.

she listens, but nothing ever actually takes effect.

“let’s go get ice cream,” matt mutters, standing up from his spot on the bed. he only has so much self-control. “would make you feel better.”

she whirls around, eyebrows furrowed. “what?”

“come on,” matt beckons her towards her bedroom door. “let’s go. and then let’s pick stubby up from logan’s and go for a walk in the park. how’s that sound?”

“kinda nice actually,” she says softly. “okay, just let me get dressed.”

it’s happened again. she got mad at something minuscule again. if you asked matt, he wasn’t even sure what had happened. he simply asked her if she needed his help, cleaning off the contents of the vase that previously sat on the dining table as decoration.

then she just lashed out.

“yes, fuck’s sake,” she mutters after he’d asked. she lifts her head to look at the black cat sitting in the seat of the dining table, head hung low at her. “and god, kid! i told you to keep off the fucking table! that’s exactly why i keep telling you that!”

“hey! that’s a cat you’re screaming at!” matt stands up from his position on the ground, previously helping her collect the water beads that she’d thrown into the vase for the flowers. “it was a mistake — it’s a one-off thing! what’s your problem?”

“i’ve got bigger things to worry about, matt.”

“oh, my god, rocky!” he puts the vase down on the table and looks at her. “do you even hear yourself right? actually, have you taken a step back and listened to yourself lately? you’re screaming at a cat for doing cat things. your cat.”

she clenches her jaw, tilting her head. they’ve never really fought before. “there’s a reason he’s trained to not be on the table!”

“he’s a cat!” matt emphasises, pointing at the cat that’s now run off towards the balcony of the apartment. “listen, okay? there are two people in this relationship. you can’t always fucking expect me to baby you like this.”

she squints her eyes. “what are you talking about?”

“have you really even tried to look at the bigger picture lately? there’s more to life than your time and results in a race car,” he states. he hadn’t expected to break now. initially, he’d been planning to sit her down and have a serious chat about her mental state. but hearing her lash out again over something that typically wouldn’t be an issue broke him. “everyone’s telling you the same thing. it’s the car. it’s. not. you.”

“yeah, but–”

“and if you’re just going to nod your head and then drag your feet to lock yourself away from everyone else, it’s not going to make you feel any better! you actually have to believe the words that we’re saying to you. you know that, don't you?”

he takes a deep breath to collect himself. he doesn’t even really shout often. he’s more on the reserved side. “if you don’t want my help, fine. but if you need me… when you decide that you finally want my help — when you’re really ready to listen and willing to get some perspective — call me. please.”

matt finally gets a good look at her, hands clasped in front of her, now standing with her head hung low. if he’d taken a second longer to scan her, he’d have noticed the way her lips quivered and the tears that filled her eyes to the brim. “i don’t like seeing you like this,” he says softly, “but i also don’t like being treated like a fucking doormat. and i tried to be there for you, bub, but you’re unreceptive.

“i keep giving you my hand to hold and you just keep fucking ignoring it. when are you going to get in your head that shutting down and keeping to yourself isn’t going to be a viable way around this?”

“matt,” she says softly, her hand reaching out to grab his.

he takes a step back before she can touch him. “this always happens, rocky. you lash out, you hurt my feelings, you apologise then i forgive you. it’s good for a couple of days and then something happens and we’re just stuck in this loop — it’s exhausting. and i love you.

“god, i love you. and i want to keep liking you too, but love just won’t cut it,” he sighs, slouching his shoulders. “i don’t want to get tired of loving you, okay?” he sucks in a deep breath and he knows that he will probably regret uttering these words to her. “i’m sorry, rocky, but i can’t keep doing this cycle with you. i need a break.”

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 15 days

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HLC REACT GREMLIN MC

MC had way too much caffeine or thunderbrew or both. They were literally climbing the walls, foaming at the mouth and even bit at a fellow student. Their friend group were running after them like the goddamn Scooby-Doo gang to try and catch MC before they do any more damage.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He doesn't want to use any of his destructive spells on MC, so he tries the leg lock curse. Problem is, MC is moving around too much and he can't get a clean shot off. He ends up hitting Amit by mistake.

OMINIS GAUNT: "What in Merlin's name was in that potion!?" He shouts at Garreth. He remembered MC telling him about one of Garreth's pet projects being a "double", supposedly being more effective. It seems to be TOO effective. He tries to stupify MC, but only hits air, them being fast enough to barely stay out of his wands 'vision' range.

ANNE SALLOW: "A potion did this!?" She shouts back as she dodges one of Ominis' ill aimed stupify. "Garreth, what did you do!?" She tries casting Glacius to slip up MC but they avoid it by crawling in the ceiling.

IMELDA REYES: "Oh for crying out loud!" Spells clearly weren't working and she mounted her broom. She planned to full on chaser-tackle MC. Just as she lunges, a flash of red pops up in front of her and she tumbles to the ground hard.

NATSAI ONAI: She rolls across the stone floor with Imelda. She had tried to do the same thing as Imelda, but because they didn't coordinate, they ran into each other. The wind was knocked out of her but she was otherwise okay.

GARRETH WEASLEY: "Stop shouting at me! It should wear off! Eventually..." In truth, he didn't know how long this was supposed to last. He's never tried a batch of this high concentration. Maybe he should rethink using MC as his guinea pig.

LEANDER PREWETT: He has an idea. "Amit! Catch!" He tosses an end of a rope to Amit with the intent on them both snagging MC on the next turn. However, when Amit gets hit by Sebastian's leg lock curse, he falls face first to the floor. The rope tangles with his long legs and then he takes a dive on top of Amit.

AMIT THAKKAR: He catches the rope from Leander, only to then get leg locked and Leander landing lankily on top of him. He misses the days when the weirdest things to happen to him were when his bookmarks would go missing.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He dodges his fallen friends and keeps up with Poppy, Sebastian and Ominis. He has a plan. Poppy has a trapper's snare. He can throw it, Sebastian can trigger it with a basic cast, and then they all can hold onto the snare to stop MC's rampage.

Just as he's about to throw the snare, MC does an U-turn and charges the four of them. This catches him by surprise and he tosses the snare sideways. It snags Ominis', who falls on Sebastian, who grabs Everett's cloak in an attempt to stay upright. They all fall down.

POPPY SWEETING: Just her now. Her years of wrangling beasts should make this a piece of cake. Thing is, she's never dealt with a beast like MC on a caffeine high. She picks up the snare and manages to get a snare around MC's foot only to be dragged. She's too stubborn to let go first.

MC: Continues to daffy-duck-it into the distance with Poppy in tow.

Meanwhile...

DUNCAN HOBHOUSE: In the hospital wing with human-like bite marks

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drabblesandimagines · 1 year

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Good Days & Bad Days

Pairings: Sebastian/reader, Sebastian/farmer

Word count: 1,086

You’d got into the habit of waking a few minutes before your alarm clock. You guessed your circadian rhythm had finally synced itself to the early morning starts. You didn’t mind as long as it wasn’t ages before, but a few minutes was perfect as it meant to you could turn it off before it rang and woke up Sebastian.

It had taken your husband a few months to settle into your early morning routine when he moved onto the farm. He was much better at not going to bed late into the night, but it wasn’t necessary for him to join you at your 6am wake-up call so you did try your best not to disturb him too much when you got up. On occasion, he did get up to make you a coffee before sneaking back to bed but that was fine by you. Although the farm was large, you’d found a good routine to your mornings and you could get most of your everyday tasks done before 10am and have more of the afternoon for other things.

You turned off the alarm and crept out of bed, throwing on your dungarees as quietly as you could for the morning’s graft – you’d take a shower when you were done for the day. You’d checked the weather report the day before and it was meant to start off drizzling before heavy rain settled in early afternoon so you didn’t think any of the animals would be interested in leaving the comfort of the barn, but you’d at least give them the opportunity…

You returned to the house just after nine, calling it time for a coffee break. As you predicted, the animals seemed pretty cosy in their respective buildings and had shown no interest in leaving. You’d giving them all their morning pet – Sebastian had been amazed you could remember which ones you still needed to greet – milked the cows and collected the eggs, done a bit of weeding and got even harvested some vegetables. You had your eyes set on repairing some of the crumbling fence posts but you definitely needed a coffee before you started wielding a hammer.

You were surprised to see Sebastian wasn’t in the kitchen yet and you peeked through the door to see a lump in the bed, huddled under the covers.

You made two cups of coffee and carried them through to the bedroom, placing his mug carefully on his bedside table.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He greeted from underneath the covers, giving you a small fright as you thought he was sound asleep.

“Oh! Morning – I didn’t think you were awake yet. Coffee’s hot.”

“Mm.” He grunted in response, but he didn’t emerge.

“You okay in there?” You sat on the edge of the bed, clutching your own mug of coffee in your hands.

“I just… I just feel like sleeping today.” The lump in the cover mumbled.

“Oh, one of those days, huh?” You squeezed what you thought was a limb – not sure if it was a leg or an arm. “That’s okay, Seb. It’s gonna be a pretty miserable afternoon out there so I don’t think I’ll have a ton to do once that rolls in, but I can go into town and let you sleep.” Sebastian had been honest about his down days from the start of your relationship – they weren’t frequent and usually after some reassurance he had his day and the next was better.

His head popped out under the covers, well, enough to reveal his eyes at least under a mop of bedhead.

“I wouldn’t say no to you joining me back in bed.”

“Oh, yeah?” You smiled, “Hey, we could play video games in bed too, it’s been ages since we’ve done that.” A few months ago, on a trip to Zuzu City, you’d picked up a secondhand games console with some games that you could play as a two or four-player when Sam and Abigail had come round, and a copy of Frogger especially for Sebastian. On your return home, you’d dragged the TV right up to the edge of your bed, plugged in the console and you’d both gamed long into the evening. “And there’s pizza in the freezer. Only if you want to do all that, though.” You quickly added, realizing you’d gone off on a slight tangent of Sebastian’s bed day request.

“No, that sounds nice. Can we do that?”

“Of course we can, Seb. Whatever you want.” You took a big gulp of your coffee. “Mm, I’ll get all the important stuff done before this rain heads in and then take a shower, but then we can do whatever you want.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

You kissed his forehead as he stayed buried under the covers. “Go back to sleep if you want, don’t worry about the coffee.”

“Hmm. Are you saying that because you want another cup?”

“Shush, you! I’ll have you know this is my first, actually.” You took another big gulp, “Right, back to the grind. See you in a bit!”

A few hours later, you had showered and dressed in a clean pair of pyjamas and treated yourself to a mid-afternoon nap cuddled up with your husband. Early evening, you’d cooked the pizza and brought it back into bed – cheesy crumbs be damned - before setting up the television and games console at the end of it. It had started off as friendly competition at first, but now you found yourselves competitively nudging each other as you battled through Jumino Kart. You got slightly ahead at one point and suddenly a hand was held over your eyes, leaving you blind as you mashed the buttons in desperation.

“Sabotage!”

You pulled his hand down, only to find he was now further ahead than you and soared past the checkpoint. The screen displayed “Player 1 wins!” and he stuck his tongue out at you as you folded your arms and glared.

“There’s no honour in a cheater’s victory.” You protested.

“Oh, and you blocking my view the last round was totally above board.”

“That’s my handicap as a newer Jumino Kart player.”

“Uh-huh…” Sebastian smirked, before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto the bed onto his chest in a hug. “Thank you for today, sweetheart.”

“That’s okay, I enjoyed it too.” You cuddled into his chest. “I love you - good days and bad days.”

“I love you - good days and bad days,” he repeated, kissing you on top of your head.

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purplephantomwolf · 5 months

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Love in Motion

Chapter Four

Synopsis: Lydia gets a wrong number text from Lando Norris.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

Next Chapter: Chapter Five

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April 9, 2022

12 am

I yawn as I sit down in front of the tv to watch qualifying. I’ve got Luke and I’s chat open to send him messages about qualifying as it happens. Nothing happens for the first 16 minutes until I see Latifi’s car go spinning around.

Me: OH MY GOD! What happened to Latifi??

I watch as I see Lance Stroll’s car come up on screen.

Me: He got tangled up with Lance Stroll??

I watch the replay and see Stroll turn into Latifi. I hear his radio, blaming Latifi for the accident.

Me: Lance motherfucking Stroll. How could he even think it was Latifi’s fault at all?? Outrageous.

For the next 15 minutes, I stew in my anger at Stroll for blaming Latifi.

Me: There’s just no way he can blame Latifi for this. He clearly saw him in his mirrors!

Me: And now Alex has a problem with his car! Williams is just not having a good day, damn.

Q2 goes by without any crashes, and by the time Q3 rolls around, I’m fighting to keep my eyes open. They flutter close for a second before I hear the commentators yell. My eyes fly open to see Fernando Alonso go into the barrier. “Oh my god!” I gasp, covering my mouth.

Me: Fernando crashed too! He lost the hydraulics!

Me: This is so sad.

After 12 minutes, Q3 gets going again. I yawn as qualifying comes to close. I grin as I see Lando finish P4.

Me: Wooo! Lando starts P4! Let’s go Lando!

I shut off my tv once Max, Checo, and Charles start getting interviewed. I quickly crawl into bed and pass out.

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Lando’s POV

My performance coach, Jon, hands me my phone. “It kept going off during qualifying,” he says, eyes knit in confusion.

“Thanks, Jon,” I say, unlocking it. I grin when I see eight messages from Lydia. Jon’s eyebrows raise at my grin. “A friend was messaging me,” I answer his unspoken question. I go to our chat and read all of Lydia’s messages. I smile when I read her excited text about me starting P4. I shoot her back a message, hoping she’s still awake.

Me: Yeah! The McLaren team is super happy for him.

I wait for a minute, but don’t get a response back. I internally pout, sad that Lydia didn’t respond. “Time to head to the media pen,” my press officer, Charlotte, says, appearing next time.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming,” I grumble, following her. I follow Charlotte to the media and stand in front of the first media team.

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April 9, 2022

11 pm

Lydia’s POV

I curl up on the couch as the cars finish the formation lap. I have my chat to Luke open so I can message him. The first lap goes quietly until Carlos spins.

Me: OH! Carlos spins! He’s stuck in the gravel! Oh my!

My eyebrows knit as I see Lance comes into the pit for a second time under the safety car. “Interesting strategy to try to go to the end on one set of hard tires,” I mumble. I yawn as the safety car comes back into the pits and the race picks up again. I gasp as I see Sebastian go through the gravel, letting out a sigh when he doesn’t get beached.

Me: What happened to Sebastian?? Why did he need to stop?

Me: And there’s debris?? What happened?

Me: OH NO! He hit the wall!

Me: I’m not a big fan of one of the announcers. He’s just hating on Aston Martin and everyone who keeps making a mistake.

The safety car comes out again and after some laps under it, racing gets back under way. I groan when a stewards message pops up on my screen. “These are never fun to read,” I say.

Me: How does Mick, Yuki, and Pierre all have safety car infringement investigations? How do you infringe on the safety car?

Me: Also, what happened to Max?? Why did he need to stop the car??

Me: His car is on fire! Thank god they told him to stop the car.

I groan as another safety car period starts. “I just want to sleep,” I whine. The safety car only lasts two laps before racing starts again. “Oh thank goodness,” I sigh. Nothing else exciting happens during the race, leaving me to fight sleep. I wake up more when I hear that they’re on the last lap. I glance over at the order and grin when I see Lando finishing P5.

Me: Lando got P5! Let’s gooooo! And Daniel got P6!

Me: But now it is time for me to pass out, so good night, Luke!

I shut off the tv after the podium ceremony. I crawl into bed, falling asleep quickly.

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Lando’s POV

I slump down on the chair in my drivers room. I grab my phone, hoping for messages from Lydia. I grin when I see a string of messages from her. I read through them before replying.

Me: Which announcer is it? And McLaren is very happy with the results. Have a good night, Lydia.

I’m still grinning when Daniel barges into the room. “Hey, we’re going out for drinks, you want to join?” He asks. He stops and squints at me. “Why are you grinning like a maniac?” He questions me.

“Just happy with our results,” I shrug. He hums, still squinting, like he doesn’t believe me.

“Well, we’re going out at 10 pm, if you want to join us,” Daniel says, before leaving the room. I decide to get ready to go back to the hotel to get ready for the night out.

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2 am

I’m sitting at the club next to Carlos, sipping on a drink, when my phone vibrates on the table. Lydia’s name flashes on the screen and I grin. “Who’s Lydia?” Carlos asks, looking from my phone to me. “Why are you grinning so big? Do you have a secret girlfriend?!” He gasps.

“No, she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a friend I made earlier this week,” I explain.

“But you like her?” He digs for more information.

“Lando likes who?” Max asks, as he slides into the booth, Daniel following him. The three of them are staring intently at me, awaiting my answer.

“I don’t like her,” I deny.

“Your smile when she sent you a message says otherwise,” Carlos points to my smile.

“Oh! Is she the reason you were grinning like a maniac in your drivers room today?!” Daniel asks.

“What? No! Maybe. Yes, yes she was,” I admit. They raise their eyebrows. Max gestures for me to continue. “Okay, so I ‘met’ her earlier this week,” I start, putting met in air quotes, “I was given the wrong number at a club earlier this week and it happened to be her number that I was given.”

“You believe it’s actually a girl? Not someone lying to you?” Carlos questions.

“Yes, I believe her,” I’m quick to defend myself and Lydia.

“So, tell us about her!” Daniel exclaims, leaning forward.

“Well, she’s a college student in Minnesota, studying chemistry. She’d rather be a photographer though,” I start. “She’s a fan of mine, but this is her first season of being a fan. Her dream race is either Silverstone or COTA. She, uh, she doesn’t know she’s talking to me. She thinks she’s talking to some guy named Luke who’s an event manager for McLaren,” I admit.

All three pairs of eyebrows raise at the last statement. “Dude, she’s going to be pissed when she finds out she’s talking to you. Girls don’t like being lied to,” Max says.

“I know, I know. I just like talking to her, and I lied about who I was before I thought about it. But it’s going so well, so it’s too late to back out now,” I sigh. The three of them shake their heads at me. I gasp, realizing I’ve forgotten to respond to Lydia. I grab my phone to respond.

Lydia: Good morning, Luke!

Lydia: The commentator I don’t like is Will Buxton I think? I just hated how he was hating on everyone.

Me: Good morning, Lydia. I can see why you’d dislike that.

I glance up to see Max, Carlos, and Daniel all staring intently at me. “What?” I ask, confused.

“You just seem happy texting her,” Carlos says.

“I am. She’s a fun person to talk to,” I agree. I look down as my phone vibrates again.

Lydia: Yeah. So how was your day?

Me: It was good! I’m out celebrating the good results from today.

Lydia: Oh fun! I’ll leave you be then!

Me: No! Don’t go! I’ve been out for four hours already, so I’m heading home soon anyways.

Lydia: Alright!

I yawn, trying to convince the guys I’m tired. “I’m going to head out, I’m tired. Have a good night,” I say. I get a chorus of good nights from them, before I leave. I hail a cab and head back to the hotel, while talking to Lydia.

Me: Did you sleep well?

Lydia: I did! I assume you’re heading to bed soon though?

Me: Yeah, I’m heading back to the hotel now, so in like 30 minutes I’ll be asleep.

Lydia: Okay, sounds good! Are the clubs fun?

Me: They can be, depending on who and where you go. I tend to go with my close friends, so they’re fun.

Lydia: Alright, that sounds fun.

Me: Yeah.

Me: So, what’s your plan for today?

Lydia: Well, do some homework, look for some jobs, play some video games.

Me: That sounds like fun! Well, the video games part does.

Lydia: It should be!

I let myself into the hotel room, yawning as I get ready for bed.

Me: I’ve made it back to the hotel and I’m exhausted so I’m going to head to bed. Have a good day, Lydia.

Lydia: Okay! Have a good night, Luke.

I set my phone down on the nightstand and climb into bed, falling asleep quickly.

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My boyfriend is cute, but he’s also so weak. I wish he was tougher, like his redneck brother.

Allow me to ask you why you are with your friend who is passionate about 19th century English poetry and baroque trumpet concertos. And not with his brother, who shoots cats and empty tin cans with a shotgun and claims to be a "monster truck mechanic". Okay, your boyfriend is gay, his brother isn't. That's a pretty good argument.

You lie together in your room, cuddle a bit, read and listen to music. Each with their own headphones. He Johann Sebastian Bach, you Taylor Swift. He reads Byron, you read a Superman comic book. He looks really cute lying on the bed. But a bit rougher, a bit more masculine… That would be cool…

Out of the blue, your boyfriend says he needs to take a shit. You are shocked. He's never expressed himself like that before. He's in the bathroom for a surprisingly long time. When he comes back, he has a copy of "Four Wheelers" under his arm. And he's turned the music up so loud that you can hear the bass from his headphones. What's he listening to, you ask. "The Cadillac Three" he answers. Never heard it, you think to yourself… He rolls himself a cigarette. And asks if you'd like one too. Neither of you has ever smoked before…

After you've spent most of the afternoon chilling without saying a word, your boyfriend says "Babe, when are you making dinner? A proper chili would be great, I'm hungry as a horse." You ask if he's gone completely mad now, you're not his cook and especially not his babe. He rolls over to you, unzips your pants and pulls them down. You start moaning in anticipation. He's about to suck you off. And he sucks like the devil. To your amazement, he pulls his pants down too. His boner pops out of his pants like a jack-in-the-box. He spits on his cock and slowly inserts it into your hole. And then he fucks you like a devil. You squeal with pleasure like a guinea pig. His huge uncut cock feels so great in your tight hole. He starts to quiver. And he fills you up with his load until his sperm drips out of your ass. You say that was the best sex of your life. He replies that he's really hungry now and needs a big portion of chili.

You've never cooked a chili in your life. You've never cooked anything at all. You usually go out to eat. You ask how a chili is cooked. He says that at least you have a tight ass. And takes two large cans of chili from the kitchen cupboard, puts them in a pot and gives you a slap on your ass. Where the hell did these cans come from? Your boyfriend says that he's watching a bit of football and that you should please serve the food in front of the TV. Well, he put it a bit more rustic. When you come into the living room with two bowls of steaming chili, he's lounging on the couch. His cowboy boots on the coffee table. His thumbs under the big belt buckle. And the hair on the back of his neck almost long enough to fall over his shoulder.

It annoys you a little that he doesn't really eat anything else apart from chili. Scrambled eggs with black beans maybe. He only drinks beer and coffee. He does fuck you two or three times a day, but he farts and sometimes he watches football on TV at the same time. Your favorite thing is when he has breakfast at the gas station. Then you get woken up with a fuck and then have a few hours of rest before you have to go to work. But you also need them to prepare lunch and dinner, clean and do the laundry. Your husband has expectations. And Babe has to fulfill them.

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HL Cast in a Muggle Nursing Home

Time has passed, as it does so well, and our sweethearts have all ended up in the same nursing home in the late 1900s/early 2000s for the sake of convenience. Why a muggle nursing home? Why not?

Sebastian Sallow

Still a troublemaker through and through. Sebastian’s charm has only increased with age, and it only takes a wink and a smile before whatever tomfoolery he got into is forgiven. He has no concept of curfew (has he ever?) and will regularly wander off either alone or with Ominis to see if they can get into mischief or visit the local library (or pub). He will absolutely use his advanced age to excuse whatever nonsense he gets up to, but he’s still sharp as a tack and perfectly lucid. He really enjoys quieter moments as well, settling in his favourite chair with a good book, though the muggle TV holds a lot of fascination for him. He loves watching The Bill, and he once stole a muggle policeman’s hat, though his absolute favourite thing to watch is cartoons, particularly Tom and Jerry.

He doesn’t have family to visit him, he never had children, but he’s more than okay with that. He’s got his friends and his partner, and that’s all that matters to him.

Ominis Gaunt

Extremely proud, he refuses even the slightest help, and gets very angry if the staff don’t respect this. He would quite literally rather die than have someone help him shower or feed him, and he has on occasion used the Confundus charm on staff that won’t leave him alone. Aside from this, he is unendingly polite to the staff and generally keeps out of trouble, unless he feels things have gotten too quiet. Then, it’s a whisper in Sebastian’s ear, and the pair of them cause no end of bother, reliving their school days with abject glee. His favourite muggle invention over the last century is absolutely personal audio players, and he’s got a little mp3 player stuffed full of audiobooks and dramas. Make sure he’s got plenty of tea and a good stack of sandwiches, pop him in a patch of sunlight, and he’ll happily stay there all day, listening to his books.

Similarly to Sebastian, Ominis never had children, but he’s content with this decision. Considering what happened with Voldemort, he’s even more convinced that he did the right thing by not breeding. He and his wife are perfectly happy together as they are. Besides, the other's grandchildren/great-grandchildren get on his nerves, and he'll hide away if they visit.

Garreth Weasley

Loves a spongebath, our Garreth. He’s definitely the type to pretend he’s more helpless than he actually is just so he can flirt with the staff. He has absolutely dropped something on purpose and asked for someone to pick it up for him just so he can smirk at the view as they bend over. He’s energetic for his age and has visitors from his family at least twice or thrice a week, who always try and convince him to come and live with one of them instead. The main reason he’s here instead of at home is so he can keep Leander company. Garreth’s not able to experiment with potions so much in a muggle nursing home, so he’s swapped his passion for potions into culinary experiments. He’s a surprisingly talented chef, and when he’s allowed in the kitchen, everyone enjoys a magnificent meal. He keeps up a friendly rivalry with Sebastian and Ominis (house pride and all that), but over the decades they’ve all become extremely good friends.

Leander Prewett

Leander’s grown in confidence over the years into quite a suave person. Of course, it's not a patch on Ominis’ charm but he’s no longer interested in imitating people to try and seem impressive – he’s just happy with who he is. He’s developed a bit of an eccentric fashion sense and his wardrobe is huge. Poppy can often be found raiding his closets looking for something he doesn’t wear anymore so she can make outfits for her pets. He’s still reserved in some ways, and his favourite thing to do is potter about in the garden (usually wearing his favourite feather boa and some 1991 novelty glasses that he picked up somewhere). He does sneakily grow some magical plants among the usual muggle ones, and it always makes him chuckle when the staff think they’re hallucinating the big bush by the window moving by itself. If the weather’s not right for gardening, he’s tinkering with muggle items, and Garreth’s great-grandson, Arthur, is more than happy to show him a thing or two.

Natsai Onai

Natty is the kind of granny everyone loves to sit by as she tells the most fantastical stories. She’s filled out quite a lot over the years, and she gives the warmest hugs. Natty’s more often than not surrounded by all the grandchildren of all the residents that have them, including her own, who call her ‘Nana Nats,’ much to her delight. She’s a published author, writing about her adventures at Hogwarts and as an Auror as though they were fantasy detective stories. Though she’s quite well off because of this, she stays here with her friends and uses her money to always make sure there are sweets for the grandchildren and presents for her friends and the staff. In quieter moments, she’s either cozied up with Amit or taking tea with the girls, gossiping and pouring over muggle magazines about knitting and crochet. She adores making jumpers for everyone for Christmas.

Poppy Sweeting

Poppy is just as obsessed with animals as she has been all her life, and she’s constantly rescuing birds that fell out of their nests, squirrels with injured paws, hedgehogs that need a good clean, not to mention the veritable army of stray cats that know they’ll get fed if they come to this particular nursing home. The staff have long given up trying to stop this, and Poppy’s bedroom looks kind of like what would happen if Snow White sang for three hours straight. She frequently frightens the life out of the staff when they find her halfway up a tree in her slippers and poncho, trying to see baby birds in their nests.

When she’s not hoarding every wild animal under the sun, Poppy can most often be found trying to use the internet to learn more about animals, or watching nature documentaries by Sir David Attenborough (something she and Ominis share a fondness for). She enjoys helping Garreth in the kitchen when he’s allowed, especially if he’s baking, but that’s mainly so she can lick the bowl.

She leaves cat hair everywhere.

Amit Thakkar

Amit is a kindly old grandpa who knows more about space and the cosmos than perhaps anyone else alive, and he’s written several books on the subject that are popular in both wizarding and muggle communities, though he is best known as one of the country’s leading Magical Historians. He delights in sharing this knowledge with anyone who will listen, and he’s usually got a pocketful of Indian sweeties to share with anyone who endures his lectures for longer than ten minutes. He likes to keep active and loves going out for walks with Natty when they’re both feeling up to it before enjoying a hot chocolate and retiring for a nap.

Imelda Reyes

Imelda achieved her dream of becoming an International Quidditch Star, and even now, seventy years later, she will not shut up about it. Her trophies are proudly displayed in her room along with banners and posters that she’s had to charm to stop the muggle staff noticing anything weird, and if asked, she poutingly tells them she used to be a Rugby star, which is also true. Imelda played Rugby in between playing quidditch, and she was very, very good at it. She adores the sport and watches it religiously on the muggle TV, deriding football as a ‘game for ninnies.’ Any Rugby matches happening nearby, no matter who’s playing, she’s going to nab herself some tickets and go. Poppy frequently tags along to these, and these two little old ladies cause no end of mayhem once there. They’ve even been on the news a few times by accident.

Masterlist

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #leander prewett #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #amit thakkar #imelda reyes #hogwarts legacy imagine

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Sway With Me // Sebastian Vettel

To say you were surprised is an understatement. Any Formula 1 fan worth their salt knows that Sebastian Vettel is notoriously private. No one expected that to change after his retirement much less for it to change this drastically.

But here you were, receiving the shock of a lifetime after learning who your celebrity partner will be in your second season as a pro on Strictly Come Dancing.

Sebastian Vettel was a far cry from the has-beens and c-list celebrities who most often frequented the show. You weren’t complaining, though. Maybe the reflexes and a coordination of an F1 driver would save your poor toes from being stepped on as many times as they were last year.

You couldn’t help but be starstruck during your first meeting. He was Sebastian Vettel and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t figure out why he was on the show. It certainly wasn’t for money (he had plenty) or exposure (which he never wanted even during his career).

If this was a midlife crisis, it sure was an interesting one. Most people would buy an expensive car and jet set around the world but he gave that up and decided to join a reality television show out of the blue instead.

The starstruck feeling quickly faded as the two of you got to know each other better. He had a way of making you feel at ease. No routine was too complicated or challenging. You guessed that when you spent most of your life driving at over 300 km/h, learning a samba routine was child’s play in comparison.

As the weeks went by, you spent more and more time together outside of the studio and off camera. You would join him in his rented apartment for movie nights or he would pop over to your house for a home-cooked meal (you even tried your hand at German recipes to remind him of home). The chemistry that the audience saw on their screens began to translate to your personal lives.

You quickly became fan favorites, Strictly Come Dancing and F1 fans alike raving about your pairing and routines. Each little glimpse of you two backstage made the Internet go feral. They were certain that you were more than just dance partners.

And they were right.

12 weeks after Sebastian and you started dancing together, you raised the Glitterball Trophy. When reality began to set back in afterwards, you both realized that you weren’t ready for this to end. Sweaty from nerves and an intense dance routine, Sebastian finally asked you to be his girlfriend.

“You can come to Switzerland and Germany with me when you’re free. I’ll come to England when you’re filming. We’ll make this work. I just know that I need to be with you.”

You didn’t even have to think before saying yes.

That night, blissfully cuddled under the sheets, Sebastian bared his soul to you.

“I loved racing,” he traced little swirls on your shoulder. “God, I loved racing. But something was always missing. The contentedness and exhilaration I felt on the track would fade the second I got out of my car. At a point, I just did everything I wanted to do. I won four world championships. I raced for Ferrari. And then I just got burnt out.”

You stayed silent, playing with his hair but allowing him to get it all out.

“I thought something would click after I retired. I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. But then I just felt bored. Something was still missing. When Britta called me about an offer to come on the show I was about to tell her to turn it down. Me? Dancing? On TV? It was laughable. But I decided to do something out of my comfort zone this once and hoped it would lead me to find that thing I was missing.”

You were getting emotional on his behalf, “Sebastian …”

“And it did. It led me to you.”

Your relationship was incredibly young but you knew then and there that you loved this man.

When you got married outside of his Swiss cottage on a warm summer day two years later, you made sure to pay homage to the many dance routines that first brought you together.

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cevans-is-classic · 11 months

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"Your hair is getting longer." You ran your hands through the locks, little slivers of gray catching the light.

His finger traced the line of your kneecap, dragging over a scar you're not sure you know the story of.

Maybe a childhood thing? Fell off the monkey bars or scrap it on a tree, maybe. Did you climb trees as a kid?

Seb hummed, moving his head to look up at you, "Yeah, growing it out for Bucky."

That makes sense.

Bucky had good hair. Oily hair.

You contemplate your next words but decide to land at, "That's hot."

He snorts, rolling back over to bury his face in your thigh and ignoring the cackle you let out.

It'd be raining all day for the last three days and the air outside had a humid heat that made it difficult to breathe. The two of you decided to stay inside — lounge around half the day and get some work done the rest.

That lasted for about one day before Seb declared feeling restless and needed to move. He went to the kitchen, paused, looked up the stairs, went back into the kitchen then out, and decided on working out for a few hours.

You'd brought your laptop into the spare room to body double and realized that instead of editing any photos, you spent hours watching him — sweat.

Maybe more than sweat, the man was a walking Romanian God (despite what he says. It doesn't matter.) Ogling him turned into fondling him which turned into being fucked against the wall of the gym wondering if you could spend your days tasting his skin.

Who could blame you — it's Sebastian.

Which meant for the last three days any work you were supposed to get done got pushed to the back burner for the opportunity to glue your eyes to Sebastian or the TV — with him splayed across your lap.

It wasn't a bad thing, except for your photographer who trusted you.

You still had Sebastian wrapped around you with sleepy eyes and a warm smile.

Your photographer would understand.

They like Seb.

He stretched, "You want to watch another movie?" Seb kissed your thigh, sending a zing of adrenaline through your body.

"Sure what are you thinking?"

"Something light-hearted." Kiss, "Maybe a comedy," another kiss, "You're obsessed with that Pedro guy, how about one of his movies." A nip of teeth, and you gasped.

"Or," He kissed your thigh, moving slowly, his hand following the path as he turned onto his stomach and slid off the couch, "We could have an early lunch."

You gasp when he nuzzles you, his nose pressing in, the thin material of your shorts warming as he breathes against you.

"I was thinking we could watch a buddy comedy-" Seb trailed his fingers up your legs to the waist of your shorts and gave a little tug until you lifted your hips and helped him pull them down.

He left your underwear where it was but pulled you closer to him.

"Which one?"

His fingers traced you, stroking up and down, dipping in enough to make you squirm, then back out, "Baby."

"Ah-" He moved them to the side and slowly slipped his fingers inside, spreading them, curling them, starting a slow stroke.

"What are you thinking?"

You hiss a moan in response.

"Baby, I need you to use your words."

"I — shit — uh — Superbad." Bill Hader's glasses popped into your head, which distracted you from him, slipping two more fingers in, and Seb huffed when you yelped in surprise.

"I could be down with that." He pressed the hell of his hand against you, "What about that Seth Rogen movie, uh, oh, Sausage Party?"

You gasped, jerked, almost hitting him with your knee, "Too crude. It's a slow day — the movie doesn't fit the vibe."

He hummed again.

Both of you focused on his fingers, the prodding curl, how he spread them out and made a hissing noise when it squelched.

"Damn, baby. Talking movies riles you up-"

"Now and then-" you gasp. Your thighs were shaking, quivering, that tell-tale pressure building behind your belly button and up your thighs.

"The movie or your reaction?' His thumb pressed down on your clit and your skin felt electric.

"The movie. Instead of come-oh-comedy we do feel good."

"Yeah," Your breathing picked up more, "You want to feel good?"

"Yes." Pant.

"Want both of us to feel good?"

Pant, twitch, "Yes."

"What about-"

Your hand reached out, grabbed his wrist, back arching off the couch as you came. Seb's fingers deep inside you and his breath against your neck as he tugs you forward, then down for a kiss.

"What about Captain Fantastic?"

You laughed.

He kept going.

"Bastian-"

"I said lunch, didn't I?"

Hey, wonderful Anon — is this along the lines you were looking for 😃😄

Sebastian Stan

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you

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bookgeekgrrl · 4 months

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My media this week (17-23 Dec 2023)

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shout out to matt rogers for this delightful new entry to the xmas song canon

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Bookshops & Bonedust (Legends & Lattes #0) (Travis Baldree, author & narrator) - prequel novel of Viv's much younger days - just as fun and cozy as Legends & Lattes

🥰 Hashtag Soulmates (everwitch) - 44K, RWRB AU - deliberately tropetastic sort-of meta fic where Henry's a fanfic writer & Alex is one of his biggest fans and they work together but don't know it. Hard to explain but fun to read. Good stuff on the nature of fanfic; also hilarious bits where it walks right up to the crackfic line but doesn't go over. I really enjoyed reading something the author so clearly had a blast writing.

😊 In the Form of a Question: The Joys and Rewards of a Curious Life (Amy Schneider, author & narrator) - entertaining read

😍 Tommy Cabot Was Here (The Cabots #1) (Cat Sebastian) - reread, novella; just really in a mood to reread in this universe! Hadn't read this since I read Daniel's book, so it was fun to see him guest star as a 12 yr old

😍 Peter Cabot Gets Lost (The Cabots #2) (Cat Sebastian) - reread; I love all the Cabots but this one is my #1 fave by a smidge. The grumpy/sunshine is *chef's kiss*!

😍 Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots (The Cabots #3) (Cat Sebastian) - reread; Alex & Daniel are actually dating but too oblivious (and busy pining in silence) to realize it. I love these dumbasses.

😍 Luke and Billy Finally Get a Clue (The Cabots #3.5) (Cat Sebastian) - reread, set in the Cabots 'verse but with no Cabots in sight. Just two baseball boys pulling their heads out of their asses and figuring out what they mean to one another.

💖💖 +102K of shorter fic 💖💖

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Game Changer - s5, e6

Make Some Noise - s2, e15

Dirty Laundry - s3, e8

D20: Fantasy High: Sophmore Year - e16-20

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds - s1, e1-6

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

It's Been a Minute - The IBAMmys: The It's Been A Minute 2023 Culture Awards Show

Today, Explained - EU vs. AI

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Songs To Help You Study

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - A Return to Recipe Graves

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Old City Hall Station

⭐ Switched on Pop - "Did I mention that it's Christmas in this club?" (w Matt Rogers)

The Sporkful - New Year’s Food Resolutions 2024

Today, Explained - How Barnes & Noble survived

Big Gay Fiction Podcast - "Time to Shine" with Rachel Reid

Las Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang - “They Couldn’t Be Nicer Boys” (w/ Seth Meyers)

NPR's Book of the Day - 'Black AF History' examines American history from the perspective of Black people

Code Switch - Here are our favorite Code Switch episodes from 2023

Ed Zitron's 15 Minutes In Hell - Episode 20: Jamelle Bouie

Ologies with Alie Ward - Lemurology (LEMURS) with Lydia Greene

99% Invisible #564 - Mini-Stories: Volume 17

Today, Explained - The stretched-too-thin blue line

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Sniffing out What’s Special with Saskia Wilson Brown

One Year - 1990: The Angry Death of Kimberly Bergalis

Las Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang - "You Can't Trust These Gay Guys"

⭐ Films To Be Buried With - Leslie Jones

Dear Prudence - My Mother-In-Law Doesn’t Wash Her Hands After Using The Bathroom. Help!

Cautionary Tales - When Stalin Killed the Weekend (with The Happiness Lab)

Our Opinions Are Correct - How Doctor Who Stood the Test of Time

Our Opinions Are Correct - BONUS: If You Could Turn Into Any Form of Transportation, What Would You Pick?

It's Been a Minute - Why does flying suck so much?

Off Menu - Ep 217: Ross Noble (Christmas Special)

⭐ Song Exploder - Foo Fighters "The Teacher"

⭐ Overinvested - Ep. 290: The Cutting Edge

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

my christmas playlist

Celtic Christmas

The Beach Boys' Christmas Album [The Beach Boys] {1964}

Merry Axemas & Merry Axemas 2

Orchestral Christmas Pops

Latin Jazz Christmas

Punk Rock Christmas

Lindsey Stirling Christmas

Orchestral Holiday Pops

It's a Holiday Soul Party [Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings] {2015}

my Christmas Divas playlist

Have You Heard of Christmas? [Matt Rogers] {2023}

Simply Christmas [Leslie Odom Jr.] {2016}

The Christmas Album [Leslie Odom Jr.] {2020}

Christmas With You [Laufey & Norah Jones] {2023}

Christmas Island [Jimmy Buffett] {1996}

'Tis The SeaSon [Jimmy Buffett] {2016}

Quality Street: A Seasonal Selection for All the Family [Nick Lowe] {2013}

The Muppet Christmas Carol (Special Anniversary Edition) {2005}

Punk Rock Christmas

Classical Christmas

Rock & Roll Christmas

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #i just decided to sink into cat sebastian's warm '(almost) no plot only vibes' stuff for this holiday season #i am having zero regrets #the cabots series #dropout tv #star trek: strange new worlds #christmas music #i never listen to christmas music before my bday or after xmas day so i cram it all in to those 10 days #i do strenously maintain that “my favorite things” is not a xmas song but i don't care so much when leslie odom jr sings it #switched on pop podcast #song exploder #overinvested podcast #films to be buried with podcast #99% invisible podcast #one year podcast #big gay fiction podcast podcast #cautionary tales podcast #the sporkful podcast #the atlas obscura podcast #ologies podcast #npr's pop culture happy hour podcast #off menu podcast #today‚ explained podcast #npr's code switch podcast #it's been a minute podcast #npr's book of the day podcast #dear prudence podcast #our opinions are correct podcast

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el-ly-sha-give-no-f · 2 years

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Bonding Time

Sebastian Vettel x daughter! reader

Author Note: I've been deciding to write this before I go into silence again. So here I serve you guys with father Sebastian, even though this kinda not makes sense cause of Sebastian's age. So the reader will be 22 and Seb will be around 40? assume he's not retired yet and I try to use "you" instead of "I" this time. But this one is kinda shit, sorry for that but, Yeah, enjoy. DO NOT COPY OR REPOST!

TW: nothing just pure fluff

WORDS: idk

It's finally happening, after 3 years of studying and living a hectic life. You survive University life, Otherwise, being someone famous daughter is hard, Sebastian Vettel, what do you expect, your dad is an F1 driver and four-time world driver's championship, a lot of people tried to take advantage of you, doesn't matter if it's girls or boys they all same so you are more likely to be alone.

Anyways, this is the day that you finally graduate today. Study under English literature flows. And you study at Royal University in the UK.

Currently, You waiting for your name to be called by the professor. You can see your dad sitting on the guest chair, talking with other student parents.

He's sacrificed his free practice and qualifying race just want to come to your graduation, he said he can't miss his daughter's graduation after those years. So grateful that you have a father like him.

------------->

"Y/n Vettel, a degree in English Literature"

You heard your name being called, and you can hear loud clapping as the nerves start kicking but as soon you step onto the stage, you greet the presenter as he's handing you your certificate.

"oh hi, you are Sebastian Vettel's daughter?" The presenter asks you, "I am" you reply. "congratulation on your graduate, say hi to your father for me" he smiles, and you smile at him back," Thank you and I will" you thank him before you turn your head to look at the camera and you can see your dad smiling while holding his phone, probably taking your picture and video then you walk from the stage and walk towards your dad.

You smile and he hugs you.

"God I'm so proud of you Shatz" he whispers.

"Thank you, dad, thank you for coming and the presenter said Hi to you"

"oh really?" I nod

"he congrats me and ask if I was Sebastian Vettel's daughter"

"Well, you are my daughter," He said as we out of the hall.

You guys stay a couple of minutes more outside the hall, to take some pic both of you. You guys did ask people to help, and they recognise your dad and wanted to take a picture with him, and you let your dad with his fans for a minute and then you guys go back to the hotel room.

-------> (3 months)

3 months after you graduate, you with your dad again, of course, you can't live without your dad, this time you going to accompany him to the Italian Grand Prix with him next week, well, other than that, you currently waiting for your appliance for Sky Sports journalist intake.

your laptop is on your side while the Email website is on your screen, you've been reloading the website numerous times. Your dad is watching the TV, and he begins to worry when he saw your eyes glued to your laptop after hours of hours.

"you okay?" you heard him asking. You reply to him with a nod.

"what's up? anything special today?" "The result for Sky Sports journalist intake result is today," you said

He looks at you more excited, "what? really? is it today?"

"yeah! I've been reloading this website for what? a couple of minutes already" you getting frustrated

"Calm down Shatz, maybe delay?" your dad tries to calm you down. You sigh and try to reload again for the last time. this time, one email, that you've been waiting for finally popped up.

"DAD!" He looks at me with a shocked face

"WHAT! you scared the shit out of me y/n" He said and you apologise

"Email from Sky Sport"

"what you've been waiting for, open it!" you shook your head no.

"I'm nervous can you open it for me?" you ask him

"you want me to read it?" you nod your head "sure, I can do that"

you passed him your laptop

"okay let's see!" you see him tap the laptop pad and he starts to read it

"Y/n Vettel, after we look into your resume, we've been deciding to inform you that you have been accepted to work as a Sky Sports journalist, In Formula 1 department," he stop for a second I can see his eyes begin to watering then he continued again "we very much appreciate you working with us, and we would like to inform you that you can start working on Italian Grand Prix which happen in next week, we have prepared your flight and accommodation please refer to the attachment below, we from Sky Sport wish you a good luck"

after he finished reading it, he looks at you and now you both had tears in your eyes, you quickly go to your dad and hug him tightly.

"YOU GOT IT Y/N!"

"I GOT THE JOB DAD! OH MY GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"

You both pulled from the hug, and he said

"believe it dear, I know you will get the job, cause you want to be a journalist since you were a kid, I know you will earn for it, and again I am so proud of you. And I will always be"

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-ITALIAN GRAND PRIX-

Today is the day that you will start your job as a Sky Sports journalist, even though you still can't believe that you got the job.

Currently, you are in your hotel room that Sky Sports sponsor for you, and it is more interesting when you live in the same hotel with drivers which included your dad too.

You got a text from your dad that he will wait for you in the lobby and you guys will go to the Grand Prix together.

After you finish dressing up, you go down to the lobby to meet your dad, you found him sitting on the lobby couch while holding his phone. you walk over to him.

"Guten Morgen, dad" you greet him. good morning

"Guten Morgen zu Ihnen zu lieben" he greet you back "you ready?" he ask and you nod. good morning too dear

you and he walk over to the exit door, and you and he greet by a lot of fans screaming your and your dad's names, you both smile and get into the Aston Martin car that has been provided by them to your dad. And your dad starts the engines and drives to the circuit.

on the way to the circuit, suddenly, your dad said

"so it's your first day today, and you of course gonna be busy, so at the end of the race, I'll wait for you and we go to the hotel together, do you know what time you'll be finishing your interview?"

"no, but I know it's gonna be a long day, but if you want to go to the hotel first, it's okay, I can take the cab or something," you said

"I can't leave you, it's okay, well at least I can see you working and interview some of the drivers, I want to see my daughter working," He said and looked at you.

"I know what you're thinking, you want to disturb me right?"

"whattttt? of course not" you see him smirk.

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You both arrive at the circuit, you both scan your pass at the entrance, and this time you are both greeted by cameras, as usual, you guys just smile and wish people good morning.

you see Simon Lazenby and Naomi Schiff talking with each other and preparing some stuff.

You hug your dad and said you going to them and start working.

"Okay bye, good luck, I'll wait for you"

"Okay bye, dad! good luck too"

You both go to different ways, him going to the Aston Martin paddock and you going to Simon and Naomi.

They both smile at you when they both see you walking toward them.

"Oh hello! You the new people! Welcome!" Naomi greet you

"Hi, I am, I'm so excited to work with you guys" Simon laughs and hugs you. "we too kid"

" who drives you here" you heard Naomi ask and you and Simon pull from the hug.

"My dad" you answer

"oh, your dad? he works here?" she asks again

"something like that" you reply

"do we know him?" this time Simon asks you

"Yeah! he's very much known here" "who is he?" they both ask at the same time.

"Sebastian Vettel"

"WHAT?! REALLY?" they both look at each other and back looking at you. And you just nod.

"How come we never know you before?" you laugh and said "I don't know"

Your guy's conversation got interrupted by the director to get ready for On Air.

"We not finished yet, kid, we'll interview you later," Simon said and you said okay with a laugh.

-----------------------> (ON AIR)

"Hi I'm Simon Lazenby"

"Hi I'm Naomi Schiff, and we have a new gorgeous Sky Sports journalist today, introduce yourself!"

you laugh

"Thank you," you said to Naomi, you look at the camera before introducing yourself

"Hi I'm Y/n Vettel, I'm the new F1 Sky Sports journalist"

"I see you got a famous last name there y/n" Naomi joke

"wait, Y/n Vettel as the daughter of Sebastian Vettel" Simon plays the fool.

you laugh again and reply "Yes I am indeed Sebastian Vettel's daughter"

"well before we start our job, I know people want to know about you, so Y/n, tell us more about you," Naomi said

"I'm 22 years old and I just graduated from University 3 months ago, I studied at Royal Holloway university in the UK under English Literature flaws for three years and I got my degree"

"Oh Wow you are a smart girl, Is Journalist been your ambition since you were a kid," Simon asks

"yeah indeed, It's been my passion since I was a kid, and I want to reach my goal, that is, to interview my own dad one day" you answer

"Awh that's so sweet, we'll give you a chance to interview your dad today, that's for sure," Naomi said to you

"thank you very much, Naomi" you laugh

"You are welcome! okay so back to our job"

Little did you know your dad had been watching you on TV from Aston Martin Paddock, while a smile was drawn on his face that was enough for people on the paddock to know how proud of him to see your work.

Imagine this is his reaction

-------------------> (START RACE/END RACE)

the race just end, you, Naomi and Simon start on air again

"What a beautiful race we just watch, Hamilton P1, Verstappen P2 and Leclerc P3" Simon started.

"It's a great podium actually," Naomi said

"I agree with you Naomi, it's very rare to see three of the drivers on the podium together" Your turn

"But it's not a good race for Wiliams cause Latifi got a DNF that's made Sebastian Vettel on P10 last minute"Simon stated

"You guys need to see Y/n face when she knows his dad is on a top 10," Simon said and you and Naomi laugh

"you still can't believe Y/n is Sebastian Vettel's daughter do you, Simon," Naomi said

"HAHAHA enough about me, we talk about it later, we're going to interview some of the drivers so stay with us for a little bit" you look at the camera and smile.

----------> (ADS BREAK) LMAO

"Welcome back everyone, we continue by interviewing some of the drivers and we sent y/n and Simon there, y/n and Simon I give it to you guys" Naomi stated, the Camera pointing at Simon with Lewis on his side

"Hello everyone here we are we have Lewis Hamilton here, Congrats on P1, so Lewis how are you feeling after the race and the podium?"Simon interview first

"I feel great, never expected it's going to be me on the podium, me and the team, were targeting if it's not podium it's going to be the point, but it's feel good to be up there again, the car is good and the team really did a great job, and congrats to Max and Charles too, they both really hard to compete actually, but I can maintain the P1 till the end of the race" Lewis answer.

"That's really great to hear, thank you so much, Lewis, we're gonna pass this to our newbie to interview our Driver of the day, Y/n Vettel interviewing Sebastian Vettel"

YOUR TURN

"Hello everyone we're here with our Driver of the day, Sebastian Vettel, so how do you feel about the P10 and DOTD?"

"First Hello to you, daughter," your dad said and you laugh

"Cmon dear father be professional" you shy a little bit

"I am being professional, I just wanted to greet my daughter, it's rare to see your own daughter interviewing you, it's like another level," he said

"Okay hi to you too" you finally gave up, you can hear people around you and behind the camera laughing and awing at the same time.

"back to your question"

your dad answers your question for a couple of minutes.

"That's great to hear, congrats for getting point"

he said thank you and hug you "I'll wait for you, and I'm proud of you" you heard him mumble. The camera pass to Simon and Naomi back.

You thought other people didn't hear it but actually, they both on the other side said otherwise

"well what a great way to bonding time between father and daughter," Simon said

"Yeah, finally she reach her goal Simon" Naomi and Simon laughed.

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THE END!

Author note: thank you for reading this and let me know what you think, Requests are open, do request. I love you guys so much thank you for waiting. Stay safe <3

#f1 one shot #formula one x reader #f1 x you #fomula one #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel x daughter

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