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JUST LIKE YOU | Oscar Piastri Prologue

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warnings: curse words, my very much created version of the vettel family (seb is married to diana vettel, his former race engineer), claire's parents being trash. christmas time! english not being my first language so sorry in advance for any mistake <3

taglist: just tell me in the comments if you wanna be tagged in the following parts!

a/n: would you like me to post Sebastian and Diana's fanfiction, History?

2022 December 20th Switzerland

Claire

If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that there was no way in hell I should be here, on the other side of the world, getting off a plane after nearly 25 hours of flight and a layover, and just two days shy of turning twenty-one.

Or maybe there was.

I don't know.

My parents were not at all pleased that their only daughter preferred to go with a woman, a mother and married to my uncle's arch-rival for a decade now, to try to solve the little existential crisis I was having now that I had only about five months left of university.

My uncle's wife thought the same, but since I had never liked her, if my parents' opinion didn't matter to me at all, hers mattered even less.

Mark was the only one who encouraged me to go to Switzerland to see Sebastian and Diana Vettel. I'm sure that more than the conversation he had with the engineer, seeing me crying and with smudged makeup after the three and a half hours of video call with the woman, was what convinced him in the end. Obviously, we didn't achieve my goal either: figuring out what the hell to do with my life once I finished the damn studies.

Seb must be in the arrivals area. Emily wanted to go with him. I'm sorry I couldn't go, someone had to stay with Charlie and Matilda.

After seeing Diana's message and answering her not to worry about anything, I hurried out of Zurich Airport as quickly as I could in search of the father and daughter so as not to keep them waiting much longer, all while controlling my nerves about meeting them again.

We were in the midst of the Christmas season, and that was possibly the main reason why even the last nook of the airport was crowded. Also, why my fear for crowded spaces was growing.

I tried to stay calm, focusing on the noise my suitcase wheels and my sneakers made against the pavement. I breathed in and out several times until I felt the anxiety decreasing, while at the same time I had to force myself to keep moving among the crowd when I could barely pass through, ignoring the curious stares of those around me, and the occasional stupid comments about how today's youngsters didn't have manners.

Every time someone passed near me, I tried to recognize one of the two faces I was expecting to see, but it seemed that the mission of finding the Vettels was going to end up being much more difficult.

"Clare, Clare!"

A childish voice shouting my name made me stop in the middle of the road and turn in the direction of the sound, trying to figure out where it was coming from. In the distance, apart from the crowd, next to a pearly white Tesla and a girl with curly, completely blonde hair, I spotted a tall figure with long hair, a headband misplaced on the forehead, and sunglasses.

Sebastian had his hand raised in a greeting gesture, telling me to head towards them.

"Clare, it's great to see you again!"

The blonde wrapped me around his arms, and all I could do was laugh at the mere thought of telling my ten-year-old self that I would feel so comfortable with the person I once hated the most in the world.

"I would say the same, but I'm really tired and not in the mood to talk," I lied, although partly it was true. What I didn't want was to face that conversation, at least not yet. "I missed you. Well, I missed you all," I admitted.

"We've been apart for a month, Webber. Both you and I, and Di, and your uncle, thought it was going to be longer."

"Thank my mental breakdown for that then, and also that your wife is my personal Tony Stark," I laughed.

"Again with the Marvel references?" he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "I won't judge: Di is my particular MJ, or my Gwen except she isn't dead."

I didn't have time to answer or to calm my laughter because Emily, with the typical energy of an eight-year-old, approached me bouncing around. The eldest of the Vettels reached a little below my chin, and I realized she was no longer the baby that Seb and Di used to take to the paddock every race weekend and with whom I used to play. I assumed it was the same for Charlotte and Matilda.

"Look what I drew for you!" the blonde said proudly as she handed me a paper.

I took it and admired it tenderly, carefully observing the childlike strokes that seemed to represent her parents and her sisters, with me as a special guest, as if I were one more in the family. Obviously, there couldn't be missing a Christmas tree to our right, filled with presents.

"It's very beautiful, Emily! Thank you very much," I responded as cheerfully as I could given my weariness. "Do you want us to show it to Mark when we get home and I talk to mom?"

"Yes!"

The German looked at us after putting my belongings in the car's trunk and intervened again:

"Emily has been counting the days for your arrival," he revealed, leaving me a little surprised.

"And Charlie and Matilda too. Matilda speaks baby language, and we don't understand her, but she claps every time when we talk about you," the girl added. "Since mom told us you were coming to spend a few days with us at Christmas, we asked Santa in our letters to bring you a present."

"Well, Di and I were also looking forward to your arrival," the retired driver blushed, scratching his head shyly.

I didn't know what to say, and Vettel seemed to realize it. He tried to say something else, but he ended up just telling us to get into the car because there were still about forty-five minutes to go to the family house.

I sat in the back of the car at Emily's request, and as I chatted with her and her father about how the family was doing after retiring from Formula 1, how they felt about the upcoming filming of History, the documentary where they would talk about their lives and uncover things that hadn't been made public before, and especially about the topic that worried me the most, where I could do my internships for the last semester of university, I let the whirl of thoughts invade me gradually.

After all, it wasn't every day that you set aside your own family to spend the most family-oriented time of the year with another family member less, going to the other side of the world.

Unfortunately, I didn't think that the people who created me, especially my father, would say that all this confusion I had been carrying for longer than I'd like to admit, and that I had kept silent for so long, was just an excuse to continue living off the cuff or because, simply, I didn't feel like continuing to study.

"Are you okay, Claire?"

The concern in Sebastian's voice brought me back to earth. I saw his eyes staring at me through the rearview mirror, quickly diverting his gaze from the road.

"Yes, of course. I'm just tired from the trip, as I told you before," I lied. The forced smile and tension in my voice showed the opposite.

"Are you going to be with us for all Christmas holidays?"

The girl's question, so simple and innocent, made all my pent-up doubts increase. I knew there was a remote possibility that I hadn't made the right decision, and after hearing that, I was becoming more and more sure.

Diana reassured me more times than I'd like that they didn't mind having me there as part of the family because I already was. My parents told me to do whatever I wanted, that I was old enough to make my own decisions, and that if it wasn't now, it was only a matter of time before I left for any little thing.

The disdain and arrogance with which they gave me their response made me pack my bags and call Mark to pick me up as soon as he could.

"Yes, Emily. Claire will be with us for all Christmas holidays" the German replied for me.

"Why aren't you going to spend the holidays with your mom and dad?"

I felt the knot that was already in my throat tightening more and more. I looked at Seb, begging him to help me while I tried to find an answer to the innocence of the girl without being rude or revealing to her that maybe I didn't have as cool parents as hers.

"Emily, sweetheart, that's not something you ask," Sebastian immediately reprimanded his daughter as calmly as he could, stroking her leg from his seat.

"Sorry..." the little one said with a melodic voice. I thanked him with my eyes, to which he responded with a simple tilt of his head.

"It's okay!" I hastened to say to avoid saddening her, wrapping my left arm around her. "Sometimes, parents and kids... argue, but in the end, they always make up and recognize their mistakes. Does that happen to you with mom and dad?"

"Yes!" she responded immediately. "I also argue sometimes with my sisters over toys or food, and mom scolds us, although dad almost never gets mad at us."

The conversation continued without any further altercation or mention of anything I didn't want to hear. I greatly appreciated it because time ended up passing faster than I thought, and in the blink of an eye, I could already see the dark wooden structure with white tones where I assumed the family lived.

When I spotted Diana, with Matilda in her arms, greeting us as if her life depended on it, and Charlie playing with Clifford, the family dog, I knew I had arrived at one of my second homes.

"Home sweet home, girls!"

Before the blonde even had a chance to turn off the engine and say anything else, his daughter and I were already running down to go towards his wife.

Emily, without even greeting her mother beyond a slight wave, went to play with her middle sister and with the Great Pyrenees. Diana shook her head, laughing at her daughter's attitude. She put little Matilda on the ground and, to my surprise, she started running through the grass trying to catch up with her sisters and the dog.

"Has she learned to walk already?" I pointed to the little one while the redhead gave me a hug.

"I thought you were coming so we could talk about you and your future, not so you could see the not really important progress of my family in the month we've been apart."

"I can see you didn't have sex with Seb tonight, huh? What a mood," I whispered sarcastically in her ear. She burst out laughing and started hitting my arm.

"Don't be silly! Come on, let's go inside. It's cold and we have a lot to talk about. I don't want you to catch a cold."

Calling her daughters next, who initially resigned themselves to go back home, I finally headed inside with Diana. Seb approached us shyly, as if he didn't want to bother us. Seeing him out of the corner of my eye, and out of respect, I let him pass in front of me and slowed my pace a bit, falling a little behind the couple, but that didn't stop me from seeing how the German took his wife by the waist and gave her a short kiss on the lips, showing the affection and complicity that I already knew they both had.

I wish I had something like that in the future but, as my parents must have known, who would want me with my shitty attitude?

"Claire, sweetheart, make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."

Diana disappeared, and her daughters and husband followed her. I decided to listen to her and sat on the couch, taking a blanket that was on it to wrap myself up. After a few minutes, I spotted her again, now approaching Seb to exchange a few words in a low voice while sharing quite a few caresses for my taste and, once again, another kiss.

In a matter of seconds, the engineer disappeared and reappeared with a tray in her hands that had a couple of glasses, several beverage cans, and a colorful variety of snacks that I didn't recognize.

However, some of them were typical Australian ones. The ones from my home. My home.

I hated that Diana Vettel was one of the most amazing and humble people I had ever met because each time she made me feel more like I wanted her to adopt me, regardless me being 21 already.

"Damn, it's like you bought the whole supermarket," I commented under my breath as a defense mechanism to avoid bursting into tears.

"For you whatever it takes, darling," she answered, sitting next to me and taking a bit of the blanket to wrap herself with it too.

I stayed silent, moved by her words. Since I didn't know how to start our conversation, nor did I know if it was the right time to have it, I just looked at Sebastian, who was now in some kind of greenhouse with his daughters, teaching them what seemed to be how to plant some kind of vegetable or who knows what.

"I know it was hard for him, but he's happy," the redhead suddenly spoke, pointing to her husband. "I tried to convince him not to retire yet, and he tried everything to get me to accept the offer to be Mick's engineer at Williams," she explained. Did Diana turn down the offer to be Schumacher's engineer this upcoming season? "But I guess it was time for us to be a normal family."

"You've always been a normal family in my eyes," in a strange way, yes. They had lived from Emily's birth in 2014 until just a month ago more in any other country in the world than in this house. I would swear that it would even feel strange for them to be here for so long. "And you, how are you?"

The woman seemed surprised by the question. I knew her well, but not as much as I would like, and I knew that this was one of her typical reactions. I also knew about some difficult things for her thanks to my uncle, and others because they became public, like the alleged leaked porn video starring her and Sebastian.

However, all the negativity didn't detract from the fact that my admiration for her was maximal since I met her in 2012.

"I know you're in charge of the F1 Academy with Susie," I continued, seeing that she was still in her trance, "but I guess it's not the same as being on the pit wall directing your husband and trying to make the sport a little more inclusive in all aspects."

"You said it, it's not the same. I miss and, at the same time, don't miss being in Formula 1," she finally confessed. "Feeling so undervalued when you're trying to give so much more than your maximum... it's tough. It's hard to feel like you're enough and that you're worth something, not to mention the constant thought of whether you really deserve what you've achieved."

"For me, and probably for Seb and many others, you're more than enough, Diana. I told you when I was ten, and I still think the same: I want to be like you when I grow up."

"And I told you that you don't have to be like me, but your own version," she added. "No matter what happens, you always have to be yourself, Claire, not trying to be someone you admire."

She lowered her head, shaking it, and then raised it again to look directly at me. I saw how the greenish tone of her eyes was covered by tears that, in a way, made me feel bad for her because it wasn't my intention to make her feel bad.

"You'll become like me if you want then, darling," she continued, her voice almost breaking. "I'm more than convinced, and I'll help you as much as I can to make it happen. After all, that's why you're here, right?"

Damn, the topic I just didn't want to talk about had finally come up, but I knew I had to address it.

I didn't know if I preferred to face my uncertain future or my partially dysfunctional family.

"Yeah. That my family sucks is another reason why I'm here," I grumbled.

"What happened, darling?" she took my hands and pulled me closer to her. I rested my head on her shoulder, and she started stroking my hair, as she had often seen herself do with her daughters. "We can leave the conversation about that extensive work world for another day, but not about your parents. I know it's affecting you no matter how much you try to show otherwise with that armor you put on."

The sigh that escaped my lips was heavy, as if I needed it to start slowly unloading the heavy burden I had on me.

"I don't know why my parents don't understand me," I started, my voice directly charged with frustration and, let's not say it, sadness. "I don't know what the hell to do with my life," I heard Diana scolding me for the curse word, but I didn't care, "and it bothers me that they can't put themselves in my shoes when, look, they've already been in my shoes."

"Claire..."

"Damn it, Diana, I'm their only daughter. If they don't want to support me, they could just refrain from giving it to me, not tell me that all this is an excuse to keep studying or... I don't know, not to start working or whatever bullshit they come up with."

The woman looked at me with compassion, nodding her head. She didn't know it, but something inside me was sure that she did understand me, and it hurt that it was just a person who hardly belonged in my life and not those who had given it to me.

"It's normal for you to feel this way, in the work field I mean," thanks for changing the subject, Mrs. Vettel. "I went through it in early 2011 when I saw that my graduation was getting closer and, therefore, the end of my contract as a trainee," she replied. I knew she wasn't the only one, I knew it. "If ninety percent of me sensed that they wouldn't renew me, the remaining ten percent thought I wouldn't even continue working in Formula 1. Obviously, with too much luck and thanks to a lot of Seb's influence, it was the opposite."

She took a sip of water, put a small Reese's in her mouth and, putting her hand in front of her mouth, continued:

"They say that choosing what you want to dedicate yourself to, supposedly, for the rest of your life is the worst part, but no one warns you that the end of the journey is the worst part of it," she said honestly. For God's sake, was this woman good at everything? "I know how hard it must be for you to feel this way, especially when you expect support and being understood from those who should give it to you the most. Luckily, you have your uncle and your aunt, just like I had my uncle and my aunt."

"Eloise is my uncle's wife, that doesn't make her my aunt. Not to mention the shitty behaviors she has towards me," I corrected her coldly.

"I've also been a victim of that snake, and I ended up blaming it on your uncle, so don't worry."

"The thing is, it's frustrating, you know?" I continued, ignoring the last thing she had said. "Knowing that you can't be honest and you have to constantly pretend to be the perfect daughter."

"Nobody's perfect, Claire, and as long as you're here, with us, these days, I won't allow you to be," the redhead assured me. "You can be honest about anything without fear of being judged by us, because it won't happen."

I looked up at her and was surprised. It was the first time someone, besides Mark, had taken my side and understood me.

"You're not going to take my parents' side?"

"I don't have to excuse them when I think they're not right," she revealed. "Being a parent is... difficult, and when you're all born, you don't come with a manual on how we should educate and raise you under your arm, and they don't give it to us later either, right? But there is something in which I understand your parents.

"In what?"

Diana Vettel directed her gaze towards where her daughters and husband still were. She chuckled softly and glanced back at me, giving my thigh a little tap.

"You'll understand someday if you ever become a mother, or care about someone so much that you always want them by your side."

Before I could even respond, she got up from the couch, swiftly tossing off the blanket, which ended up falling on my face. Her bare feet thudded heavily on the floor as she moved quickly, heading towards the stairs, forcing me to run to catch up with her.

"Where the hell are you going?" I shouted, breathless, gripping the staircase railing to catch my breath.

She didn't respond beyond telling me to watch my language, as the girls might hear us. I admired her as a mother, but sometimes she was so good at it that it exhausted me. The only consolation was knowing that Seb often let out curses in front of their daughters and prayed to whoever was with them not to tell Di, as he fondly called her.

"Diana, I would truly appreciate it if you could let me know in advance if you're planning any outings. I've been on a plane and in an airport all day, and there's nothing I want more right now than to crawl into bed and pray that jet lag doesn't hit me."

"Shush," she immediately responded as she sat down in front of the computer on the desk in what seemed to be her office. "I've been thinking about something for a few days now, and we need your uncle's help."

My uncle? How was Mark going to help me with my existential crisis, to shelter me in his house?

No way. I'd have to endure his wife, and I'd pay all the money in the world not to see his face.

"Mark isn't going to help us, I'm telling you," I replied, getting a bit annoyed by the uncertainty. "Who do you think he is, Cinderella's fairy godmother or something?"

"No," she said, scrolling through her FaceTime contacts until she found one labeled M. Webber, just below another one labeled Lara, followed by a bunch of heart emojis and weird faces, "but he might be able to help you land an internship."

"Mark already has a lot on his plate," I began to say as the redhead pressed the call button. "Dealing with Eloise, for example, takes a lot of work, and..."

"Hello, Mark!"

My uncle's smiling face and raised hand filled the screen. I knew his smile was a bit forced because he had heard the comment I made about his wife, but as always, he turned a deaf ear.

"Well, well, what's going on over there, ladies?"

"You must be kidding..." I muttered, earning a smack on the arm from Diana. "Fine, Mark, fine," I finished, shooting them both a disgruntled look.

"The thing is, putting aside formalities, after your niece more or less told me about the little problem she has with your brother and sister-in-law, and after I've been mulling over what we talked about the other day, I've come up with something," the engineer explained.

Mark furrowed his brow slightly, a bit confused and apparently a bit worried by the words of his former teammate's wife.

"Go ahead, it's all yours."

"Claire is a bit confused about what to do with her future," I stifled a laugh. I wished it was just a bit, and all this didn't feel like it was making me want to tear my hair out, "and she also has to do her final year internship. I thought that, if possible, we could help her do it in a Formula 1 team."

My eyes widened in surprise, and I shouted "what" louder than I had ever said anything in my life. My heart started pounding at the mere thought of me, Claire Webber, in a team of the sport I loved most in the world. I even started to feel dizzy with the idea.

"Are you kidding me, right?" was all I could say to Vettel.

"Do you want Claire to be Diana Vettel 2.0?" my uncle asked with a hint of sarcasm. "Are you planning to create a pilot project and then implement it with your daughters?"

"Neither one thing nor the other," the woman replied, quite agitated, crossing her arms. "Your niece doesn't need to be the second version of anyone. She's already her own version."

My uncle fell silent, realizing he had screwed up royally. Diana, on the other hand, tried not to make a big deal out of it, although she knew it might have affected him. She asked me to take the chair from what used to be Seb's desk and sit next to her, and so I did.

"According to the Teaching Plan of the University of Melbourne, Claire should start her internship period next January. The season doesn't start until March, but she could try to request some kind of leave," Diana explained in detail. I was pleasantly surprised that she had informed herself so much, and especially that she offered to help me.

"Don't worry, Diana. I can look for another place to..."

"As I told you before, I haven't forgotten that since we met in 2012, you've been telling me that you wanted to be like me," she interrupted. "Every time we've had the chance to spend time together, you've emphasized your dream of wanting to be part of this world, so if you not only have the chance but also the talent to make it happen, that's how I'm going to try to do it."

I nodded, accepting her proposal and everything that came with it. If this was my chance to pursue my biggest dream, and I could do it hand in hand with my own Tony Stark, then I had to make the most of it.

"So I should go starting from early March, right?" my uncle wanted to know, seemingly agreeing with everything.

"Yes, but I think it would be even better if she went to the preseason tests," the redhead asserted, getting closer and closer to the screen. "Maybe that way she can make herself seen and, perhaps, do something to get noticed by a team..."

I stopped paying attention to the conversation they were having because my eyes drifted to the back of the image emanating from my uncle. I saw as the door behind him slowly opened, revealing the figure of a guy I had never seen in my life.

His light brown hair fell slightly over his forehead. The color of his eyes was also brown, though a bit darker, and they stood out quite a bit against his fair skin. His shoulders slumped downwards, his gaze was almost downcast, and he seemed to move with such calmness that I didn't know if it was because he was tired or because he was just naturally laid-back.

"Mark," he began to say, "am I interrupting or...?"

"No, no, no worries! Come in and make yourself comfortable, Oscar!" my uncle replied. "I'm talking to Diana Vettel, who you surely already know," he greeted her with a wave and asked how she was, "and this is my niece, Claire."

"She's the one you've talked to me so much about, right? The one who's my age, studies Aerospace Engineering, and is almost as passionate about Formula 1 as I am."

Who the hell was Oscar, what the hell was he doing at my uncle's house at seven-thirty in the evening, and why did he know so much about my existence?

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hawkins-losers · 4 months

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Using Robin's tie to tie her hands above her head, making her whine when she can't touch you while you overstimulate her

This was sitting in my drafts...enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, fingering, oral

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Curses and whines were coming from Robin’s mouth faster than you ever heard her speak before. And she could talk very fast when nervous. Her body was trashing on your bed, trying to get away from your mouth and fingers.

Unfortunately for her, phishing you away turned out to be unsuccessful as her hands were restrained, tied above her head with the tie that was around her neck over an hour ago.

‘’You really thought you could look this good and get away with it?’’ You shook your head, looking up at your girlfriend from between her legs. ‘’When I landed my eyes on that tie, it made me want to use it…in a not fashionable way.’’

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thebitchsaid · 1 year

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*older drivers talking with the retired drivers turned sky sports eye candy*

Jenson: but those days were wild! Absolutely mental!

Seb: yeah they were quite crazy! Hahaha *twinks internally*

Lando: WHAT?!? I get the rest of you but Seb?!? Seb is like the calmest most responsible person I know!

Lance: yeah! His rebellious phase was probably him not looking where he throws his trash.

Other grid kids: yeah!

Fernando and Mark: *still having nightmares of the absolute batshit crazy chaos that Seb used to cause in his RBR days*

Lewis and Nico: *getting Flashbacks to Seb flirting with everything that breathed*

All the older guys that were there when Seb was still in his menace to society era: Yeah No.

#sebastian vettel #jenson button #mark webber #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #fernando alonso #lando norris #lance stroll #grid kids #2010s f1 #incorrect f1 quotes #f1

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effervescentdragon · 9 days

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For the prompt game:

'Dont i have the right to know? + pairing of your choice 👀

this is, subjectively, the worst thing i've ever written. <3

The news breaks in the paddock first.

Maybe it doesn't, though. Maybe it breaks in gossip magazines, or trash tabloids, or whatever else people read. Charles doesn't know because it's not for him to know. He has people to deal with those things. People to tell him what's being said, what's happening, what he needs to know and what he needs to pretend not to know.

"Did you see the news about Seb?" Carlos says, and Charles' heart speeds up because the Mercedes seat is open still, and - "- didn't think he was the type," Carlos continues, and Charles didn't hear what - "was gonna be Rosberg, or Jenson."

"What?" Charles says, because he didn't hear, but then Silvia storms into the room and goes straight for Charles.

"Did you know about this?" she asks, and he doesn't like the gleam in her eye.

"About what?" Charles repeats, pissed off now because nobody is telling him anything, except it's something about Seb, and he doesn't -

"The divorce," Silvia says, finally, with a little cruel twist to her mouth and Charles doesn't remember anything except stammering a weak and truthful "No" and then being pulled into a meeting on how to deal with the press and the questions and many things that Charles can't remember, because his brain is on a loop of divorce-divorce-Seb is getting a divorce.

Everybody is talking about it and Charles isn't thinking about it.

"Had no idea," he says to Alex. "We don't talk that much," he repeats to both Max and Lando. "I don't know why," he rolls his eyes at Carlos and George. "I'd tell you if I knew," he lies to Piere, and then goes to stand by himself on the truck before the race.

He waves at the fans and ignores everything until there's a bump at his hip. He looks down and it's Lewis, waving the same way Charles is, his eyes on the crowd.

"You didn't know," he says with a fake smile, and Charles forces himself not to react.

"No," is all Charles can say, shaking his head a little. "Haven't heard from him in a while."

Lewis hums. "Makes sense," he says, chuckling a little, and then Valtteri comes over an Charles wants to shake Lewis because, how the fuck does it make sense? It fucking doesn't, none of this makes sense and it's not - Charles doens't - how could -

The race, Charles thinks. The race first, everything else second. Racing first. Always.

Charles is a racing driver first. Always.

He misses the podium for a breath.

He doese everything right, answers the questions, gives feedback, it's all fine, it's all alright, he's handling it all well, another missed podium, another shit race, another question, another thing to deal with, it's fine, it's all good -

-he slams the door in Andrea's face.

"I'm fine!" he yells, and he'll apologize, he just needs a fucking moment alone.

The floor is hard under his thighs but he can't drag himself to the couch yet. It's fine. He taps on the phone screen next to him. Andrea must have given it to him. Charles doesn't remember.

He scrolls for too long and sends the message before he can calm down.

didnt i have the right to know??

He's not expecting a response. He isn't. He's trained himself out of that a long while ago.

The phone lights up.

I didn't know how to tell you.

No apology. No nothing. Charles scoffs, his hands shaking.

oh i dont know, maybe when u were fucking me in sicily last

or fucking me in monaco

or when i was fucking you in switserland

at any point then would be ok

There's sweat running down his face. His overalls are too heavy. He also needs to pee.

He leans back onto the door, staring at the screen. There's a lot of notifications, but it can all wait.

This can't.

I'm sorry about your race. You deserved a podium.

He stares at the screen incredulously.

fuck you seb

i deserved to know

He mutters a curse in Italian as he grabs for the water bottle and drinks some more. He doesn't have much more time.

He isn't expecting an answer. He isn't. There is no point expecting anything from Seb. Never was.

I know.

There's nothing left to say. Charles should get up and change and open the door for Andrea and Joris and whoever else is waiting for him. There's nothing else Seb will say.

Charles should get up and leave his phone.

Charles should block Sebastian Vettel's number and never talk to him again.

The phone lights up.

I can tell you in England? That's where I'm moving, for a while.

Charles should do a lot of things that he doesn't.

"-and get my phone," Charles shouts, halfway through the door.

Andrea sighs fondly and leans down, picking up Charles' phone from the floor.

It's unlocked. Andrea doesn't want to look, but his eyes are faster than his fingers and he catches the last two messages before the screen goes black.

i'll come between two headers

I am counting on it ;-)

#i havent written anything in too long and this is awful all around but whatever #effervescentdragonwrites #my writing #sebchal #f1 rpf #i guess tags would be cheating and idk rich guys being dicks

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helium-queen · 11 months

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how about jealous shane who gets annoyed reader is hanging with one of the other bachelors and fucks reader in front of them

gosh I’m weird

Mm scandalous 😏 love the way you think, anon

His

Pairings: SDV Shane x F! Reader + Cameo from SDV Sebastian

Warnings: Explicit Content, Oral Sex (M Receiving)

"What are you doing?" Shane asked irritated as he came inside the farmhouse, shutting the door behind him

"Hmm? Oh hey, babe" You beam at him from where you sit on the couch "I'm just helping Seb set up the habitat for his frogs" You explain

Shane rolls his eyes and grumbles as he kicks off his shoes and walks into the kitchen to grab a Joja Cola

"Are you almost finished?" He asks with an obvious annoyance in his tone.

You can't hear him over your giggling as Sebastian cracks a joke and Shane scowls at the two of you, jealously bubbling up as he watches you gleefully laugh at another man's jokes. After a few minutes, he finishes off his drink and crushes the can before tossing it into the trash can.

Sebastian's focus shifts from you to Shane's figure coming up behind you, his eyes widen as you hear the familiar sound of Shane's belt being undone before you feel his strong grip grasps a handful of your hair and yank your head around

"Shane!" You gasp when your met face to face with his throbbing cock "What are you doing? Sebas-" You're cut off before you can finish

"Shut up" Shane demands

"I'm.. uh, I'm gonna go.." Sebastian mumbles as he tries to get up from the couch but his body is frozen from utter shock

"I said, shut up" Shane repeats, now looking at Sebastian as he uses his thumb to push your chin down and open your mouth before slipping the head of his cock in, sliding it down your throat until he's completely nestled inside

"Looks like Seb here needs a little reminder of who you belong to" Shane says with a soft grunt as he begins to fuck your mouth.

Sebastian sits there and tries to look away but he can't help but watch, Shane making it very clear that's exactly what he wants anyways

"You know- ah I don't care if you have friends- fuck but when I'm talking to you, I expect your full attention. Do you understand?" Shane asks to which you respond with a gentle nod, your mouth completely stuffed with his cock.

"You see that Seb? She's all mine" Shane thrusts hard into your mouth "All mine.. f-fuck! Gonna cum" He groans, his hips faulting slightly before he stills completely as his cock throbs against your tongue, warm ropes of his cum spilling down your throat as you suck down and swallow every last drop.

"Good girl" He praises out of breath as his softening cock slips from your mouth, allowing him to stuff it back into his pants

Shane flops down on the couch and watches as you help Sebastian gather his things before walking him to the door

"Thanks.. for the- uh help" Sebastian says awkwardly before clearing his throat "You're welcome" You reply with a soft smile

"Hope that clears things up for you, Seb!" Shane says, chuckling from the couch. Sebastian turns bright red at the reminder of what he just saw but doesn't say anything before leaving

"Was that really necessary?" You ask with a huff after shutting the door

"Oh, absolutely. I can't have him thinking you belong to anyone but me, besides maybe that'll teach you to not ignore me" Shane teases with a wink as you sigh and roll your eyes, a small giggle escaping while you shake your head

#💌#sdv shane smut #sdv shane #sdv fanfic #stardew valley smut #stardew shane #sdv shane fanfic #stardew valley shane

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sweetmage · 1 year

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I was talking to my friend about DAI's treatment of Anders the other day and how it drives me INSANE. This game is SO cruel and uncharitable to him! Firstly, the only time we EVER see his manifesto in canon (as far as I know) is in the house of a crazed murderer with a pile of bodies in his basement. Every single mention is placing the blame firmly on his shoulders. I know some people subscribe to the "Varric is distancing himself from their actions for his/their safety" which I subscribe to as well simply for my own sanity, but it does sometimes become hard to swallow when it's been revealed that (assuming you romanced him) he knew where Hawke and Anders were the entire time yet he continues to let others trash Anders while he chimes, etc. And I DO understand and sympathize with Varric in a way, Kirkwall was his home and when the war broke out there was mass death and destruction and he had to leave. Anders did play a role in that, but he only sped up the process, he was not the root cause and they were heading that direction anyway. Also, he saw Meritdith's red lyrium nonsense firsthand, he saw the cruelty that preceded it, and everything she did aligned with what Anders was so concerned about. The Thedas-wide fighting is not "blondie's mess". I originally had my imported Hawke set to "supported Anders" but I had to change it to "didn't support Anders" in my next playthrough because the supportive Hawke straight up calls him a "monster" so I found the alternative to somehow be the lesser of two evils. In the end, I guess that's more accurate to my Hawke anyway because he was upset that Anders went behind his back and didn't tell him first, he would have liked the time to prepare for the aftermath and all that. But yeah, the "I don't know if there ever was an Anders" from a conflicted but still loyal Hawke is easier for me to roll my eyes and ignore than "he wasn't a hero or a monster, maybe he was both" from a supportive Hawke. But ugh, I digress... As for the other main characters, I do understand that none of them knew Anders personally, they only know him from the big action he took with the chantry and nothing more. So I think it makes sense that they don't necessarily have a favorable view of him, some of them seem rather confused if anything. Not to mention a lot of them did not personally endure the circumstances that led Anders to do what he did. But I really would have loved for there to be more NPCs that supported him, especially when DA2 introduced "The Resolutionists" who seem to align pretty damn well with Anders.

And we got a character that supported Loghain which is a 10+ year old topic but not a single one that supported Anders who seems to be a hot-button issue atm? At the very least, I wish there were at least some people that questioned the whole "Anders did this, this is all his fault" narrative (especially once DAI itself revealed that the war did not, in fact, start because of Anders) or at least SOME differing opinions on him?? As far as I can tell, the only person who has been remotely charitable to him is Solas in this conversation (the thing my friend sent me that got me talking about it):

And the only other mention I could find of people that may have supported him is in the Annexing Kirkwall wartable mission where Sebastian mentions "Anders's associates" who he believes might know where he is. But then again, this is coming from the man who wants to march on a city of innocents for to find a man who probably isn't even there so should be taken with a huge grain of salt.

FWIW I now play with the mod that makes Aiding Kirkwall trigger every time because it better aligns with my HCs for Seb and I will never in my life kill Anders so... I actually like Sebastian even though I don't agree with him most of the time. I get his immediate hurt and betrayal at the end of DA2 because he effectively lost his family again, but I'd like to after 3 whole years of being prince he'd have cooled down enough to uhhh... not march on a bunch of innocents??? Which seems very antithetical to his character and development in DA2?? Annexing Kirkwall is silly, so I do not see it. But I digress, this is an Anders post!!

Anyway, I know I am not saying anything that hasn't been said to death by this point. I love each and every DA companion in their own way, regardless of whether or not I agree with them. But I feel like this is less an issue with them and more an issue with how the writers chose to frame the narrative. I do have to wonder if the fact that so many people hated and were averse to Anders made them think that this is what the people wanted. I have quite a few issues with Anders's writing and handling in DA2 as well, don't get me wrong, but at the very least I enjoyed the ability to support him all the way through.

#jun rambles #probably a million typos in this thing sorry lol #anders #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition #these are just my personal opinions btw!#also as stated I love all DA character and I do not cosign any character bashing so please do not put that on my post #thanks <3

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hollowwrites · 8 months

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Could you do some Sebastian HCs please? 🥺 NSFW as well? Your Ominis ones were top tier 🙌🏼

Sebastian Headcanon

Is this how you Seb girlies recruit? Cause I was 100% Ominis and Garreth then I started getting requests like this now I’m in love with the trash man!

I ship him with Imelda SO HARD so if I refer to Imelda just swap her to MC or Y/N

I’m going to include anything surrounding Sebastian so I’ll mention Anne too…

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

General HCs

Met Ominis in Charms. They’ve sat next to each other since first year and despite sharing a dorm they didn’t speak until theirs charms class. Ominis keeps to himself so I don’t think this is completely out of the realms of possibility, but it drove Sebastian insane. He was so curious about him, the way he moved around the castle etc, and it all came tumbling out when Ominis placed his wand to a book to read. Sebastian noticed he was ‘reading’ faster than him and no one reads faster him. So he asked him how and he was genuinely so excited and fascinated by him that Ominis let his guard down. Rest is history.

Plays as a Keeper in Quidditch. He’s the only one Imelda trusts in the position. Although when they play friendlies and there’s nothing at stake she makes him play beater so she can ogle him afterwards. Compliments him on his ‘form’. Insists he’s not blushing he’s just red in the face from Quidditch.

He’s the shortest of the bois. He’s still tall but Garreth is an inch taller than him and when Ominis stands up properly he’s way taller than both. Doesn’t really care but will get wound up easily if Leander says anything.

Favourite subject: Charms…I know but hear me out. He’s good a DADA without trying. He likes Charms because he has to think about different uses for spells to suit his needs. Look at the way he immediately think of Accio for other purposes than bringing objects to you. It challenges him.

I think Him, Garreth and Ominis are bros…Garreth and Sebastian are both annoying mischievous bastards you know they’d bond over stupid shit. ‘Oh I stole this potions book from the Restricted Section for you’ and ‘I made this potion that turns your Confringo to lightening’ they would just encourage each others bullshit and send Ominis to an early grave.

His Boggart is everyone leaving him or him being alone. I go in detail here

As someone who has lost a parent, I’m fairly confident in saying I think after a while Seb will accept what has happened to him. After that, he’ll look into the Mirror of Erised and see himself and Anne, older and healthy. Anne is pregnant with Garreth, who walks up behind Sebastian and ruffles his hair. He sees Ominis and Imelda in the distance laughing and blowing raspberries at Anne and Garreths’ other baby.

Patronus

Right so hear me out… cause some of these are…questionable

Lion - He’s Loyal, fierce and is clearly a leader. I’ve written so much chatter between Ominis, Garreth and Seb where they talk about Seb being a Gryffindor that it just won’t leave me. Because he just is. The ONLY reason he’s a Slytherin is because of his morally grey attitude. Everything else…total Gryffindor.

King Cobra - They eat other snakes (would annihilate Ominis’ family in sight and you can’t convince me otherwise) and are among the smartest of the species. Sebastian is exactly that. Also I know that his Patronus being a snake would amuse Ominis no end. I don’t know if this is how Patronus’ work but the idea of Ominis being able to speak to Sebastian’s Patronus and turn it against him makes me giggle. True King of Slytherin.

Crow - Very Intelligent. Also if you google ‘Crow Traits’ it literally says Inquisitive and Mischievous …They also symbolise Death but also Intelligence and Loyalty. Need I say more

Speaking of Patronus’ and his similarity to Harry:

One of the memories he uses to conjure a Patronus is of his parents. He can’t remember if it’s real. He’s spoken to Anne about it and she remembers it too but slightly differently. It’s just them sitting in their living room sat in his moms lap whilst she reads to him.

Second is the first time Slytherin win a Quidditch match in sixth year. Imelda’s jumping around celebrating after catching the snitch and he joins her. The team are all jostling around and he bumps into her. There’s a moment where he’s holding her upright to protect her from the crowd and she looks so small…it’s the moment he realises he’s got feelings for her and later in seventh year she tells him the same.

Family

This isn’t really a headcanon just something I always think about. I feel like Sebastian is what could have happened Harry. Both lose their parents and both are left with abusive family members. I feel like if the Dursleys had magic, Harry could have very easily turned out like Sebastian.

Nicknames

For Victoria

Calls Victoria, Vic or V exclusively. She’s never Victoria, she could never annoy him enough for him to full name her.

Teased her the once and she responded that was actually an Angel and would never do anything wrong. From then on she’s Angel.

Is a master of changing the way he sounds to suit the conversation i.e

(After knocking her on her arse in Crossed Wands)“Look at me, are you okay, Angel?”

(Horny AF) - “Oh Angel, you look so pretty with your mouth open”

For Imelda

Calls Imelda, Mel

When she gets a little shouty and and he’s feeling brave will call her Ma’am

Again KING of changing how he says things:

(After being shouted at in Quidditch) “Yes, Ma’am”

(After she rolls on top of him, chuckling) “Mmm Yes, Ma’am”

Relationshipy Stuff

I like the two sides of the same coin aspect of him and Anne. They’re both mischievous little shits but I think Anne has compassion that Sebastian lacks. He has no way of looking at a problem and just listening to it he *has* to resolve it. We see that with Anne’s curse.

So if his partner ever has a problem he’ll go out of his way to resolve it. Even if it was just something small he’ll go over the top.

I have a cute thought of Imelda getting splinters from Quidditch and he researches into charms and salves and all sorts for her. Gifts her a balm for her hands to protect her and she’s like “Seb, I haven’t seen you in weeks…is this what you’ve been doing?”

Again I’m probably projecting because I personally don’t want kids but I don’t think he’d want children. He’s be too scared of what happened to him either if he died and left them or if he turned out like Solomon. Plus Imelda would be busy being a Boss Bitch for a family so he’s happy as is.

🔞 NSFW Headcanons 🔞

He’s so tender. I love rough Seb but I just think he falls in love hard and fast he adores whoever he is with.

Because of that I imagine he’s SUPER vocal. Constantly praising and complimenting who he’s with.

“You’re so Beautiful”

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to have my hands on you”

Don’t think he’s be into any sort of pain stuff cause his sister is constantly in pain it might remind of her and it’d completely ruin his whole day.

I also think he’d be spontaneous, like he can’t contain his love for them any longer, and will drag them to the nearest broom closet.

There is not an area of Quidditch Arena and Broom closets that him and Imelda haven’t done it.

Seeing the state of each other after a match, all sweaty and flustered just gets both of them going.

Still really possessive and jealous, loves hearing his own name

“Say my name. Say it again, Look at me, and Say. It. Again. Focus on me and nothing else”

“Tell me who you belong to?”

“Who else makes you feel like this?”

The whole “You’re mine, I’m Yours” thing makes him wild.

LOVES eye contact ESPECIALLY when eating out, just likes looking at the things he’s done to her and she’s done to him.

LOVES finishing on her face. It’s like the ultimate possessive thing.

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like-likes · 25 days

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Stardew Local Public Access (I am modding a mod) There is a mod on Nexus called "Always on Plasma TV" https://www.nexusmods.com/stardewvalley/mods/20491

The mod makes your TV display images randomly on screen. It appears to pick about 5 or so images per day out of 57 total. It has little images of the movies from the theatre and your regular scheduled broadcast.

I've begun taking the images into photoshop and editing sprites to show villager channels and such and It's been so fun and I wanted to show you a few I have so far and a list of everything I've worked on as well. I'm just about halfway through the 57 images.

Here is the list:

1 - Willy Fishing show - spring

2 - Willy Fishing show - fall

3 - Marnie Chicken Show

4 - Tower at the full moon (sebs card game)

5 - Krobus spotlight from movie

6 - Those weird green and pink guys

7 - Pierre's special on bouquets

8 - Morris Joja Special on Seeds

9 - Bear wants mayple sryup

10 - black and white movie still of a dude

11 - movie still of the little sapling

12 - Prarie king still from movie

13 - Safari Dude talkng about Parrots

14 - Cityscape background with 2 rando characters

15 - Living off the Land

16 - Gremlin henchman at the witches hut

17 - Concerned Ape (hat with a static background)

18 - Sports Ball - Grid ball - Fans

19 - Book Selling guy

20 - Mermaid show 1

21 - Mermaid Show 2

22 - Sandy Sells Starfruit Seeds

23 - Trash Bear

24 - Gunther discussing a prismatic Shard

25 - Qi talking about Blue Beans

26 - Emily Sewing show

Ooof - I Have 30 more channels to go!

I plan to do Traveling Merchant, Desert Trader, Adventure Guild, Junimos, Mr. Wizard, The Mermaid Pendant Guy, Krobus in the Sewer, Dwarf Shop, Some Gossip News highlighting Lewis, Night Market stuff, the New fishing events, Shane and blue Chickens, Leah's Sculptures, Robins shop, Sam's Band, Haley's photos, Elliot's book reading or playing piano, Gus's Bar Specials, Harvey's clinic, Joja cola Commercial, Movie Theatre, Evelyns Baking show, Demetrius Science show, News interviewing Linus.... that's 23...

I have 7 more slots. Please feel free to suggest a channel!

I've attached some screenshots of some of them.Everything is a work in progress.

I'm thinking I might make a gossip show with my future husband where I'll tell him all the juicy gossip around town and he reports it. Obviously it's gonna to be the guy who likes to stay home with his computer...

What do you think?

#stardew #stardew valley #sdv #gaming #stardew valley tv #stardewvalley mods #stardew mods #stardew 1.6

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ghostiiess · 11 months

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - comforting them about your ex

★・・・・・・★★・・・・・・★★・・・・・・★★・・・・・・★

pov: the boys' girl has an ex and they go back into her life. how would the boys react? the girl consoles them saying they are the love of their life and that her ex is a piece of poop :)

warnings: ex walking back into our lives, comfort, insecurities, self-esteem and confidence trouble, scared of loosing the person, reverse-comfort.. i think that's all? let me know if theres more!

type: comfort (reverse-comfort)

members: all of them

OLIVER

i feel oli wouldn't really be jealous, because he know how he is and most of the time, he doesn't really mind, he's a free type of guy and doesn't really mind if others boys are looking at you because at the end of the day, he know you're only his and that you only love him

but for this plot, let's say he is, okay?? 😭

this man would be a bit sad

like really sad

but would he tell you? nah.

nevahhh

nah but for real.

he's jealous, but at the same not really

it really depends on his mood

i feel like if he saw your ex, he wouldn't want to talk about it

:( poor oli

his heart is so pure and all

you would know if he's sad or angry

he was completely silent and was holding your hand a bit tighter than usual

you knew something was up

he would be like ☹

"what's wrong?" you asked

"was it your ex?" he asked softly

you quickly nodded and hear him sigh

"what's up, oli?"

"he just looked so.. good? like.. he looked so confident and professional? idk, i just wish i was also like that"

he doesn't want you to be sad and all :(

"oli, baby, you know you are the love of my life, right? i don't care at all if he have more fashion style than you.. and i'll be honest, compared to you, he look like a trash can.. you're handsome in your way and i love it."

happy oli!

let's protect this man energy, thank you!!!

(rest of the boys under the cut!)

SEBASTIAN

bye he would try to act so cool and so flirty with you???

like your ex really thought he still had a chance with you?

we know seb, he's the baby (i can't believe he's actually 20, like what the hell??? the baby of the group IS FREAKIN 20 YEARS OLD OMG- anyways let's continue) of nsb..

he get jealous easily

i mean, i'm sorry, but hey it's seb we're talking about, he didn't really had a lot of relationships in his life and he doesn't really know what to actually do and all, like he still have to learn some things and all

he's simply not used to relationships and all!

he doesn't want you to walk away haha

but like seb, we won't

imagine having a sebastian moy kind of boy in your life and leaving him 😭 nah because seb is too sweet and caring towards us the stars and also with others people, like please IS HE EVEN REAL

sorry i'm done simping for this boy, but like damn

back on track!!!!!!

when seb saw your ex, he felt like something wasn't right

he didn't want to tell you how he felt at the moment

like if he was scared you'd judge him or smth

but you know him pretty well!!

so ofc, he couldn't just say "i'm not jealous!" because you and him would both know it's not even true

when your ex went to you and had the guts to ask for your new phone number, seb lost it

"back off, she's mine!"

"jeez, calm down.." your ex while walking away

"what a weirdo he is, can't believe you dated someone like him.."

not seb trying to make you say he's better than your ex 😭

i mean it's true, sorry not sorry, seb's better than your ex

he was so mushy in the inside like if you were going to go for your ex instead of him

"happily, you found me... and you only love me, right?"

"i do" you said while taking his hand

after a few seconds of it, he finally snapped out of it

"but didn't you think his hair were better than mine?? i mean, idk how to do mine, they're all natural right now and-"

"seb, your hair is so much better looking than his.. in fact, you're so much better than him"

he was smiling, but inside he was screaming

"i'm glad to hear that. he's so weird to have let you go"

you smiled

"but i'm glad he did because otherwise i wouldn't have you as my wonderful girlfriend"

and flirty seb is back, everyone! 🥰

JUSTIN

we love our jp's type of jealousy

i feel like either he would be super insecure (but not too much) or a bit sassy

bye, he reminds me of sunoo from enha 😚

like either he would ask himself if he's good enough to be with you

or either he'll be like "bye, i'm so much better than him!!!"

like, he would see your ex and make fun of him

he's only doing that because he's a bit insecure, because what the hell, the guy is so good looking

and he's scared to be replaced by him

because his outfit looked really good compared to his, his hair were in a perfect wave, his face was clear

he was just a bit jealous to see that ur ex still might have feelings for you again because the way he looked at you was really.. something

but ofc he won't tell you that

what if you made fun of him?

nah, he can't just say that

so ofc he'll stay quiet for a while and try to keep his jealousy inside of him

but after a few seconds, he just can't help it lol

he have to put your ex down or smth 😭 he have to convince himself he's way better than him

"damn y/n, check his outfit.. it's so boring!"

"my outfit look so much sophisticated compared to his! am i right?"

"fuck y/n, why is he walking like that?!"

"hum.. why is he looking at you like that? only i, can do that"

like bye-

justin just doesn't want to say he's jealous

he'll never tell you that he is

but ofc you know him

you know he's jealous

jp just never act this way

"jp? are you jealous?"

"me? jealous? hahahaha you're so funny, baby"

you rolled your eyes

"you know you don't have to fake your emotions with me, right..?"

he looked at you and was like 😶

"what do you mean? i'm not jealous!"

you sighed and looked in his beautiful eyes

"i can tell you are. you haven't stop talking about him"

he took your hand and sighed

"fine, then. i guess i'm a little bit super very really a little bit jealous.."

you took his hand and kissed his palm

"justin, baby, i only love you, and i always will. you don't have to be scared or insecure because of him. i broke up with him for a reason and i wouldn't ever get back with him even if i was paid 10,000$. the way he treat womens are definitively not something worth it."

he smiled and kissed the top of your head

"thank you, my love. it reassured me."

"even if seeing you jealous is cute, please tell me whenever you feel like that. i want you to be happy"

then he smiled

"just a reminder that your smile is one of the prettiest thing in the world, so if you ever feel insecure, just think about your smile, okay?"

"are you only dating me because i have a nice smile?" he smiled and laughed softly

"what can i say? it's one of the thing that made me attracted to you" you said

RYAN

hahahahahahahahahahaha run.

nah i'm just kidding, but like.. not very

this man would be really jealous

not in a possessive way like "omg don't you dare to look at him!!"

but more like in a way "you're mine"

when he saw your ex, he froze

"is it your..ex?" he asked while whispering

you nodded like if nothing ever happened, but still avoiding any eye contact with the dear ex-boyfriend you had

to me, ryan would be like the show jealous bf when it comes to physical and all, like he would hold your hand, kiss it and talk a bit louder to show his love to you

but he would also be the type to be like "i'm not even showing any emotions on my face rn" type of guy

he only show he's jealous when he hug you, when he want to kiss you or any stuff like that

like he said in one of seb's cartalk (if i remember correctly!), he's not the type to do pda in front of everyone

so when ryan started to hold your hand and started to kiss you on your cheek and on the top of your head, you knew something was wrong

and it didn't took you 3 seconds to realize he was jealous

"ryan? you jealous?"

he took your hand and kissed it

"why would i be?"

"you're doing pda in public"

"isn't pda supposed to be in public?"

"stop avoiding my question, nguyen"

he rolled his eyes and sighed

"i am" he whispered

you kissed him on his lips and smiled

"ryan, baby, cutie, i only have eyes for you"

"i love you so much, ryan. you don't even have to worry about him. i only see you and i'll never see someone more amazing, and funny, and hardworking, and caring as you.. you're mine and i'm yours, you don't have to worry your pretty little head, 'kay?"

he smiled

also he was blushing really hard because he had to turn around

"y/n, i swear you're making me weak"

"im glad"

after a few seconds, he looked at him and laughed softly

"i bet he's not even playing genshin or valorant, what a boring man.." (no hate to the people who don't play these games, i just think ryan would say smth like that in this kind of conversation 😭)

KANE

olala

this man

he's jealous

but also he's trying his best to not really show it?

like people can tell he is

but also not really

he just look sad tbh 😭

he would def hold your hand FOR SURE

and like kiss the palm of it or smth

i think he would be a sad jealous type of guy

like..

he would see your ex and his smile would fade down

not because he's sad like "omg i saw your ex and it made me sad"

more like because he cares a lot about you

he really do

and it make him sad to see the boy who made you cry, made you hurt.. walking like that like nothing ever happened

he was this close to go see him and say smth so your ex would know it's about him, but people wouldn't understand

like if he cheated on you, he would (probably) say something like that

"hey y/n, i think i'll have a CHEAT day today? i feel like this would be appropriate for me to have since SOMEONE did have a CHEATING DAY, right.." he said while making eye contact with him at the end of the sentence

like people could think kane's talking abt cheat day like the day when you allow yourself to eat a little bit more of calories/sugar

so yeah, hahahaha he would do that if he had the courage and the guts

because nah bye he's too embarassed and shy to do that kind of thing

so kane would just hold your hand and smile like nothing ever happened

"y/n.. i love you"

"i love you too, kane"

he couldn't help it but keep looking at your ex boyfriend

"kane? i asked you a question!" you said

he quickly turned his head and put his eyes in yours and smiled like he wasn't looking at the boy who used to be at his place

"oh sorry, i wasn't listening. what was the question?"

"i asked you if you wanted us to renews our subscription to crunchyroll.. i just saw some gift cards"

he quickly nodded his head and looked at your ex still again

"yeah, we can do that"

you looked at the person who he was looking at and sighed

"are you jealous, kane?"

he sighed and nodded without even saying anything

"aw baby.. you don't have to be. i only love you and i always will. my ex may look good to you, but in my eyes, he isn't. i wouldn't want to have him back in my life, like.. at all."

"you really mean what you just said?"

you smiled and kissed his cheek

"ofc, i do. and i always will"

you knew he was a bit jealous of your ex

"i love you to the moon and back, kane. i know you think he's probably good looking or something like that, but trust me.. he really isn't, at least not to me. i only love and it will always be this way. you're mine and i'm yours."

DARREN

this one won't be really long since like i said in my mtl jealous (link here if you want to read it!), darren wouldn't be too jealous

but at the same time, yes? is it understandable or not 😭

he would see your ex and be like "why is he looking at you like that???"

no, because only dar' has the right to look at you the way your ex just did

so when he would see your ex looking you up and down, he would quickly give them a middle finger (in his mind ofc)

because in reality, he would be like 🙂 "everything's fine!"

he would *ofc* hold your hand and start to kiss you

when he's jealous, he show it with physical touch, attention... things like that!

like omg 🤭 he's a bit showy showy with you when he's jealous

also, idk why but i feel darren would see your ex and be like "HOLY SH!T, HE HAVE NO ASS" then laugh

i'm just kidding but for real, i feel like dar' would be a bit insecure about it for like 5 minutes and forget about it

"i only love you, darren, you know that, right?" you said while knowing he was starting to feel a bit jealous

he quickly nodded and smiled softly like nothing ever happened

"ofc you do. did you see my ass?!"

no because i'm sorry, i know my hc are supposed to be like comforting and all lovey-dovey but like WE'RE TALKING ABOUT DARREN

i have to make it AT LEAST a bit more 😏 than the others

"yeah, yeah" you replied

he took your hand and kissed your lips and looked at your ex

"i bet he's jealous of me"

"yeah right"

"would you be jealous of me? like do you think i have a pretty ass?????"

"what???"

REGIE

tbh he wouldn't be jealous

like AT ALL

regie? jealous? pffffttttt? it's pretty rare

i feel this man wouldn't really be jealous because i feel regie's the most confident in the group and the more nonchalant like he doesn't really give a sh!t about your ex, he think he's poop

you're dating regie for a reason

and he know that you'll never be back with him

imma be honest with you guys, macalino wouldn't be jealous on a daily basis

but when he do (that's pretty rare), he's so clingy and all like cuddly with the other person (aka you)

like he would either hold your hand (yes every members hold your hand when they're jealous 💀) and kiss you at the top of your head

and he would look at your ex-boyriend and frowned

he would laugh at him bye-

"bruh why he is walking like that?"

"bro fucking thought he was being hot by walking in front of us like that"

nah but for real, he would make fun of the other person, it's not even a joke 😭

"regie, are you trying to hide your jealousy?"

he frowned

"what jealousy?"

"the one you have since you saw my ex walking in the shop"

he rolled his eyes

"babe, i love you, but you're imagining things"

you rolled his eyes and sighed

"yeah sure.."

after a few minutes, he would come closer to you and kiss you on your forehead

"i'm the only one you love, right?"

you frowned, but understood after a few seconds

"oooh you're so jealous!! i knew it!" you smirked

he sigh and looked away, ignoring your eyes

"okay maybe i am.. and what??"

you took his hand and pecked his lips

"regie, you're the only love for me, you don't have to worry about him. i only love you and nothing will change that"

with your sweet words, he smiled

it reassured him

you always knew what to say to him to make him feel better! :)

hope you guys liked it!! sorry it took so long :/

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🎁 happy holidays!! Could I please have anything inspired by nico + art of doubt? Thank you for being a wonderful mutual this year!

When you feel this light / When you feel this happy / You’re gonna act so bad / You’re gonna act so badly (from love you back, the brocedes to sico anthem)

Thirty seconds after Nico is slamming the door on Lewis, who has just stormed out of his apartment barefoot with his shirt clutched in one hand, Nico’s phone is chiming with a message.

Am I still invited to the engineering meeting? says Sebastian.

Fuck off, Nico types. He misses the days when Seb didn’t have his number. He only ever uses it to make bad jokes that Nico isn’t German enough to understand. It’s absolutely intolerable right now, while Lewis’s saliva is still drying on Nico’s collarbones. He throws himself on his sofa with conviction and resists the urge to smash his phone on the coffee table, instead stretching out his sore legs and smothering his face in a pillow. His phone chimes again.

When Nico nudges the pillow off of his face and reaches for his phone, there’s a new message waiting for him, replete with emoticons that kind of look like they’re crying. That’s no way to speak to your fellow countryman, says Seb. Nico can picture the cheeky sparkle in his eyes and the way he would fail to hide a grin if he said it to Nico’s face.

Since when am I your countryman, Nico sends before he can stop himself.

After another minute, Seb replies with another emoticon. You get a pass today, the subsequent message reads. Nico tosses his phone at the other end of the sofa and curls into the cushions, exhaling messily. For a moment, there’s just Sebastian’s stupid jokes and annoying terrier-like personality, and then the memory of Lewis walking out the door, the tattoos on his back still shining with sweat, floods back in.

A few weeks later, Nico is pushing himself through a resistance band exercise on the floor of his motorhome when a knock on the door disturbs his carefully wrought solitude. He allows the band to snap back towards his feet and peels himself off the floor. It won’t be Lewis because Lewis is shut in his own motorhome with the dogs, and he hasn’t spoken to Nico since storming out of his bed like a child. There was a rushed handjob in Nico’s driver’s room before quali, but it doesn’t exactly count if Lewis only spat on his hand, jerked Nico off and then left.

When Nico nudges the door open, Sebastian is squirming on the steps like an excited chihuahua. He sticks out his arm, offering a package of something.

“Beer?” says Seb.

“No,” says Nico. He’s aware that his tone is cold, exactly like Lewis said it was before he stormed out.

“There’s no alcohol,” says Seb, tapping on the front of the box.

Nico squints, clocks the 0% on the label, and rolls his eyes. “No point,” he says.

“Can I come in?” says Seb, practically bouncing on his toes. He tries to peer around Nico to look into the motorhome.

“Why?” says Nico, folding his arms. “You think my motorhome should be open to the public now too?”

“Just…” says Seb, adjusting his grip on the six-pack of beer. “For company.”

“Fine,” says Nico, stepping aside. Seb bounces immediately up the steps, slipping past Nico and throwing himself on the sofa. He slides the pack of beer onto the end table while Nico shuts the door.

“You really should try one of these,” says Seb, lifting a bottle from the package. “They’re very convincing.”

Nico rolls his eyes again, at a loss. “I’ll save it for after I win tomorrow,” he says, sliding into the seat opposite Seb. It feels a bit like when he was karting, trash talking weird, juvenile boys on uncomfortable pieces of furniture crowded around a box of beer.

“Will you now?” says Sebastian. He pops a bottle from the package anyway and passes it to Nico.

“Nico,” says Lewis, from the other side of Nico’s hotel door. There’s a particular way that Lewis inflects when he says Nico’s name. Nico used to find it charming. He rubs at his temples and mutes the game on the television so that Lewis won’t know he’s back yet.

“Nico, I know you’re in there,” says Lewis. He pounds on the door another couple of times. “Come on. I just want to talk.”

Nico digs for his phone, hidden somewhere under the mound of pillows at the headboard. The message from Sebastian says he won’t make it by for another half-hour. Nico sighs, shuts off the game and goes to unlock the door.

Lewis barges in as soon as the deadbolt is off, plowing through Nico’s designated personal space like it’s his too. That hasn’t been the case for some time, Nico thinks.

“Did you tell Sebastian my setup?” says Lewis, rounding on Nico.

“What?” says Nico. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you’ve been hanging out with him, and…” Lewis pauses, like he hasn’t completely thought it out. “Because you need an edge to beat me.”

Nico blinks. “I beat you last week,” he says.

“And I got the one before that,” says Lewis, eyes narrowing.

“Did you think about how stupid it is to accuse me of leaking your setup to someone with a completely different car?” says Nico. There’s an eerie space quivering between him and Lewis, too close but not touching. Usually Lewis would have pinched him by now, or Nico would have shaken him, or they would both be on the bed under and on top of each other, tongues in the other’s mouth.

“Fuck,” says Lewis, roughly. He takes a step back. Nico watches him wrestle with his own flawed logic for a moment before his brow crumples. “I was so fucking angry,” he says.

Nico points at the door. “Get the fuck out,” he says. “We can do this another time.”

“I’m sorry,” says Lewis, closing in on Nico again. Nico jabs his arm at the door again. When Lewis doesn’t go, Nico sets a palm on his lower back and guides him towards the door. The secret is usually touching Lewis. It works except for when it backfires.

Lewis watches sulkily while Nico flips open the deadbolt and turns the knob. When the door opens, Seb is waiting there with his usual puppyish bounce, clutching a package of chocolates that Nico won’t eat. Nico's heart accelerates, and Lewis’s head snaps immediately towards him, his eyes darkening.

“You know, I actually believed you for a second,” Lewis says, employing the bitchiest tone that Nico has ever heard exit his mouth. He shoulders past Sebastian and disappears down the hallway. Nico shakes the look on Lewis's face out of his mind's eye.

Seb shrugs and steps inside, kicking his shoes off, obviously unperturbed.

“What’s his problem?” says Seb.

Nico flicks his hair back and shuts the door once more. “If only anyone knew,” he says.

Nico wins again, a nice handful of points to be weighed in exchange for his end-of-year bonus, even though Lewis has already bagged his third championship. Nico watches him walk off the podium like second place doesn’t mean anything to him, and Nico's chest contracts, tight under the sodden fabric of his race suit. He's frozen until Seb bounds over and reanimates him with a splash in the face from a weak stream of champagne. Nico licks it off his lips and chases Sebastian to the barriers to empty the rest of his bottle over his head. Seb laughs with his mouth open, foam running down his tongue, the hot line of his hip pressed to Nico’s thigh where Nico has him pinned.

Later, under the eye-searing laser lights of the sleaziest, coolest and most expensive club in Sao Paulo, the same hip is pressed against Nico, clothed in a heinous pair of jeans and affecting what might, maybe, be a dance move. After half an hour of clumsy grinding, Sebastian drags Nico over to the bar and orders him a salty, pink confection of a drink.

“You have horrible taste,” Nico shouts, leaning towards Sebastian. Seb giggles and accepts his drink unselfconsciously when the bartender slides it across the bar top. “What happened to beer?”

“You didn’t like that either,” Seb retorts, flushing. He nods his chin at the drink, lifting his own to his mouth. There’s some sort of glazed strawberry impaled on a toothpick balanced on the rim. “Try it.”

Nico takes a sip, swishes it over his tongue and swallows quickly. His tongue feels thick and slimy afterwards, like it does when he eats too much sugar, but he can’t really taste anything. It’s like the lights and the music are dulling his senses, using up all the sensory-processing bandwidth he has available. He leans towards Seb again, his palm over the base of his cocktail glass, the stem sliding between his index and middle finger. He thinks about Lewis, who hasn’t fucked him since he won his third title.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks.

#some lewis bashing a la c kaytheologie in ewtrtw #and my unpracticed nico pov... i suffer for you c #gift ficlets

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