#not because they did anything but because Seb just can't take any more

[only-man-in-the-sky]

it's weird hearing everyone arrange system shit just in the background. something happened today and it's like the communication barriers got temporarily removed so we all just hear everything

[vivwritesfics]

Padawan Learner

Mrs Vettel, ex Williams driver, current McLaren driver, can't drive while pregnant. Although she's contracted until 2026, she can't drive while she's with child. But she can't stay away from racing, and can't help but take the Williams rookie under her wing.

Sebastian Vettel x Reader, (Platonic) Logan Sargeant x Reader

Warnings: Brief description of smut

She wasn't supposed to retire at the same time as her husband. He felt as if he was at the end of his career and there was nothing more he could offer to the sport, so he retired. He'd had his glory years in Red Bull, moved to Ferrari, every racers dream, and ended things in Aston Martin, alongside his wife's old teammate.

She still had more race left in her. She'd been with Williams for years, racing alongside Valteri Bottas, Lance Stroll, George Russell, and, later, Alex Albon. But then she moved to McLaren, a team she felt would help her fight for wins.

Her husband very thoroughly celebrated the beginning of his retirement. She found herself stuffed full of cum almost every day of winter break.

It shouldn't have been a surprise when they got pregnant. But she wanted to murder Sebastian. For all of five seconds she wanted to drown him in their pool. But, after that five seconds passed, she was overjoyed, wrapping her arms around Sebastians neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

She told McLaren and they pulled Oscar Piastri in for the year. That was how he got his first drive in F1. All because Sebastian Vettel was incredibly horny, but he didn't need to know this.

She might not have been able to drive, but she still wanted to be trackside whenever she could. Her old team gave her this opportunity. She didn't hang around the McLaren garage, as she had half expected.

No, it was Williams and the new team Principle, James Vowles, who gave her somewhere to be during the season. Even in preseason testing, she was there, watching the Williams.

It was great to be in the garage with Lily again. She'd always liked Lily, thought she was great for Alex when they first met. After her move to McLaren she rarely got to see Lily, and as much as she hated sitting in the garage, it was nice to be sat in the garage with her.

Alex was a great driver. Any advice a veteran like her could have offered him, he already knew.

But then there was his teammate.

She watched Logan from his very first race weekend. She had known about the rookie for a couple of years now and had watched him succeed in Formula Two.

But now, in the Williams tractor, he was struggling. Week after week after week he was finishing outside of the points, or he wasn't finishing at all. She really felt for him.

"Hey," she said after the Hungarian Grand Prix.

Logan hadn't spoken to anybody since he got out of the car and did all that he needed to do. Clearly he was struggling. He didn't say anything, just looked up.

She stood beside him. At her stage of pregnancy she could have gotten down to the floor to sit with him, but she wouldn't have been able to get up without help. Her hand rested on her bump as she looked down at him.

"I still remember my first season in Formula One," she said as she looked at the retired car. "It was 2013 and Seb was set to win the championship. I was in my first year in Williams and I think I only finished maybe ten races," she said with a laugh.

"Wait, seriously?" Asked Logan as he looked up.

She nodded her head. "I crashed out of most, or the car fell apart on me. Most people wondered why I had a seat for the next year, but Williams saw potential in me. I know they see it in you, too."

Every time Logan didn't finish a race, every time he came dead last, she was there. Nobody could comfort her like she did. Sometimes Seb joked that they might as well adopt him, and Logan agreed. Most up and down paddock called Logan her padawan learner, which was very fitting.

Logan began being the person she spent the most time with when Sebastian wasn't there. He'd looked up to her for many years and having her support meant the world to him. He was there for her too, making sure she had somewhere to sit and something to drink whenever she needed it.

In September, a month before her due date, Sebastian begged her to stop travelling. Just in case he wanted her home with him, where he could take care of her. They still watched every race together and she made sure to send Logan a good luck text before every practice session, qualifying, and race.

When Logan got his first points, nobody celebrated more than Sebastian Vettels wife. She was so proud of him, even if those points were because of two disqualifications. She posted a picture of him and her from a previous race on Instagram like a proud mum. Funnily enough, Logan comments 'thanks mom' on the post.

Just two weeks after this, her water broke. Sebastian got her to the hospital. He stayed by her side, holding her hand through the hours of excruciating labour.

Leon Vettel didn't cry when he was born. He was so quiet, that it actually scared his mother. But the doctors and nurses assured the new parents that he was perfectly healthy.

He was their perfect little man.

She insisted on asking Logan to be Leons godfather. They had grown so close over the last few months that it seemed fitting.

Logan accepted. As soon as the Vettels could, they were taking Leon to races. Or, Sebastian took Leon to races, to watch his mother race. Of course he was wearing a Williams hat and McLaren shirt.

"Papa," Leon said at four years old after watching the Australian Grand Prix qualifying session.

"What is it, my little man?" Asked Sebastian as he sat Leon on his lap.

"I wanna be like mama and Uncle Logan," he said, and Sebastian couldn't stop himself from grinning.

[agendabymooner]

she's everything... and he's just mick ! mick s. x ofc (filipino!nanny!ofc)

summary: in the first race of the season, the vettels made their appearance as a family of three (or four) as kimi vettel debuts as the newest vettel of the grid and a mick schumacher fan. OR let me introduce barbara elisandra 'barbie' blanco - the woman that the vettel couple fostered for years who now takes care of the two year old boy alongside kimi's uncle mick.

content warning: smau + article. quality kimi vettel (oc) content, some hater getting ratio'd, lewis is a retired king (yes king get that rest), everyone loving kimi, barbie and mick = barbie and ken, three racing team admins fighting on the comment section, drivers also fighting in the comment section (ate = term of endearment)

note: i told y'all i'm gonna continue on with the kimi vettel/crazy rich wife saga 😭 and to all of the users who made my favourite f1 fics— i see you 👀 i’m here and i’m lurking and i’m enjoying

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barblanco posted a story !!!

tagged mickschumacher, belongvettel

liked by barblanco, georgerussell63, lewishamilton

mercedesamgf1 to answer your question: YES, we got our new mercedes ambassador not one- but TWO mercedes cars. uncle mackie said to get him one, but uncle toto said make it double✌️

lewishamilton those are some nice whip, kimi! you don't mind if you take them for a spin with roscoe, do you? 🐶🥶 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 kimi has a lot of furry friends, but the vettels said there's always room for one more!

user1 as we said: BEST VETTEL IN THE GRID

user2 mickschumacher is slowly transforming kimi vettel into a mini mick schumacher and i am here to sit and admire 🥰

mercedesamgf1 like father, like son 🤗

georgerussell63 still upset he wouldn't let go of mick 🙂 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 there's always a next time george!

mickschumacher look at my boy!!! ❤️🤍 liked by mercedesamgf1

belongvettel we started seeing double when he wore that race suit 😅 thank you so much for your warm welcome! kimi definitely loved being around you all and we're looking forward to attend a couple more rounds! 😍 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 anything for our newest favourite vettel!!!

tagged belongvettel, scuderiaferrari, mercedesamgf1

liked by barblanco, mickschumacher, landonorris

user1 how many outfit changes did he have to go through this week what 😭😭

user2 i think some photos were taken in different days 🤔

user3 bel's nightmare is seeing him in a race suit and a powered car 😂 makes me wonder how it went for the first few days

user4 i'm looking forward to seeing the vettels' gridwalk interview!!

f1 us too! 🥰

scuderiaferrari his name is KIMI and VETTEL for a reason f1

redbullracing ur so silly 🤪

mercedesamgf1 no you two are 🤣 scuderiaferrari redbullracing

user5 why are these teams fighting in the comment section?

landonorris he'd look nice on a papaya suit tbh

mickschumacher nah uh

georgerussell63 absolutely not.

maxverstappen1 look at him! can't wait to have a rbr sebastian 2.0 in the grid

mickschumacher ❌ wrong try again ❌

carlossainzjr false news max ❌

landonorris you couldn't be any more wrong lad ❌

charles_leclerc i disagree verstappen ❌

alex_albon belongvettel which team do you think kimi would compete for?

belongvettel none of them because seb won't take him racing on such dangerous places 🙂

mickschumacher boooooo that's not mercedes 👎

tagged belongvettel, barblanco, ginaschumacher

liked by landonorris, georgerussell63, estebanocon

ginaschumacher i actually came to see barbie and kimi but maybe mom went to see you? 😺

mickschumacher 😑

estebanocon its getting so obvious mick 😭

user1 what is getting obvious??? estie???

landonorris s-tier simping tbh 🙃

user2 y'all telling me mick is simping for kimi's nanny? 😏

user3 seb's about to act up frfr 😉

belongvettel my two boys!!! liked by mickschumacher

user4 HER TWO BOYS??? MICK REALLY IS A VETTEL 😍

barblanco you did sooooo good getting those points, mick! (i'm only learning about f1 please don't be mad) ❤️👏 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher thank you, liebe! i'm sure seb and i will be able to teach you more about it!

user5 no because it really is obvious 😺

user6 reading the fast lane daily article, i agree that she lives up to her name barbie bc she really can do anything 😻 i dont blame u for liking her liked by mickschumacher

user7 "liked by mickschumacher" LMAO OBVIOUS MUCH?! this man is giving "wahpsssshhh" energy fr

[adventuringblind]

Drive with you forever

Chapter 1.1: coming home

Max Verstappen x reader x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri

Summary: Seb brings reader home for the first time

Warnings: mentions of abuse and neglect

Notes: cute moments with Seb. This is what I live for.

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Seb looks beside him to the passenger seat of his car. The small girl he'd met just a couple weeks ago is finally coming home with him.

Hanna had gone back sooner to get a few things ready for her. They are basically starting from scratch. She needs new clothes, her hair is matted, she's smaller than she should be. It didn't dawn on him when he said yes that she was coming to them like this.

But he wouldn't have it any other way. In their small cross-country trip, he'd already grown fond of her. Christian is going to kill him later for needing a week off, but again, he couldn't care less.

He would've been home sooner if it wasn't for all the legal things they needed to tie up. Now she's officially his, last name and everything.

It's definitely going to be interesting having a newborn and a teenager around.

Her head is leaned up against the window. Soft music is playing in the background. She looks at peace.

There is something about this girl he can't figure out. From what he's been told, living situation was nothing short of inhumane.

One of the first things they did when she was allowed to stay with him and Hanna, was getting her hair taken care of. It looked absolutely painful. Hanna called a friend of hers to come help.

The girl had flinched at every motion, but the woman was patient and gentle with her. The was the first time she asked Seb not to leave her alone.

It was then they were told that the amount of neglect it takes for that to happen is ridiculous. The odd fatherly instinct that Seb has always had was kicked into gear. Maybe that's the reason he feels so connected to her.

Now her hair is a way that she wants it. The tears of joy she cried made him and Hanna shed a few as well.

Seb pulls into the driveway of his home. The girl perks up at the sight, frantically looking at him and then the house. It's not small by any means, but its peaceful and relatively secluded. A piece of land he intends to make into something great.

He parks and exits the car. Then he moves around the outside to open her door. "Welcome home."

Cautious. Every move she makes is cautious.

Even as they enter the house it's like she moves as if someone is going to jump out at her around every corner. He takes special notice of the way she touches nothing aside from the ground, and her steps are silent. She walks in a way that assures she won't make a sound.

Sebastian shows her around the house, making note of the most important places for her to remember. When he opens the door to what is her room now, his smiles at her. "This is yours."

She peaks her head inside with caution. Then she mumbles a 'thank you'. Seb can see the outline of tears in her cheeks. It shatters him.

"It's completely yours. You can decorate it however you want."

"Decorate?"

"Like fill it with things, move the furniture around, anything you like." He explains. Her confusion only makes him wonder if she even had a room at her previous place.

He's not sure that she really understands yet, but she nods at him anyway.

"Why don't you get settled in, feel free to explore the house and I'll come find you when it's time to eat?" He suggested. Sebastian had learned that even if she agrees with them, maybe she'll start to see that she can say no.

~

Seb joined his wife in the kitchen. Determined to give the teen some space to adjust to her surroundings and help Hanna with dinner.

"I've never wanted to commit a murder more than I do in this moment." He groans, throwing his arms around the waist of his wife.

"And why is that?"

"Because she looks petrified to step a toe in the wrong place."

Hanna turns to face him. Her head now resting on his chest. "Good thing she's here now. I know you'll protect her."

It's definitely going to be a challenge. They are already new parents and now they are in charge of a teenager. But they are a team, and they'll figure it out together.

~

Seb once again watches the girl at the table. He feels clueless. She has done nothing but stare at her food with her head down and hands neatly folded behind her.

He's noticed that she usually hides if she is in desperate need of food. He caught her once looking for food and she quickly fell to her knees begging for his forgiveness.

They'd yet to have a dinner all together at a table. Now he has no idea how to help her and that tiny voice in the back of his mind is trying to tell him he's not cut out for this. An annoyance he shakes away.

Hanna whispers to him that she's going to feed the baby and asks if he'll be okay. If he's honest, he doesn't know. But he shakes his head yes anyway.

Something of an idea hits him. He's not sure if it's a good one and will have to find out the hard way.

He switches his spot which was originally across from her to next to her. She still doesn't look at him. "Can I ask you a question?"

This seems to get her attention. Her eyes barely move to look at him at she slowly nods her head yes.

"Were you not allowed to eat? With your dad?" He says it as gently and carefully as possible.

He can see the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. She barely is able to shake her head yes.

"Well here you're allowed to eat whenever you want."

It's a barely even a whisper. "Really?"

"I wouldn't lie about something like that."

The smile despite the tears almost makes him cry too. He wants to, but they still have dinner to get through.

~

The first time Seb sees her Scars, he also feels the rage he feels every time something about her past home life shows itself.

Hanna had given her a pair of shorts and a tank top to wear to bed. The girl's night terrors caused her to wake up sweating and Hanna had suggested something more breathable to help the issue.

The teen came down to say goodnight before she turned in and Seb had the urge to call anyone who could tell him where her father is.

The lines litter a majority of her now visible skin. Some even look recent, the botched stitching still holding them together.

He doesn't care whether they are bleeding or not; he wraps all of them. It's not much, but it's Sébastien's way of helping.

It's interesting to him how she smiles at the gesture. She actually finds his franticness amusing.

So he does it for every cut after.

~

The first time Seb had come home from a race after she came to live with them, he brought her back a blanket.

He wasn't thinking too much about it. Just saw it on his way out and thought of her.

She, however, thought it to be the best thing she'd ever seen. Hanna said she never goes anywhere without it. Even has to pry it away from her to wash it.

It hadn't dawned on him that she's probably never had a comfort item before. That blanket is probably the most comforting thing she's ever received.

So, when he asked her one day if she'd had anything to eat all day (Hanna said she was struggling), she immediately dropped to her knees.

He felt strange. She'd done this a few times and often as a result of her feeling she did something wrong.

Seb grabbed the blanket off her bed and wrapped it around her, then got on his knees in front of her to make them level.

It's never sat well with him, the idea of having someone beneath him. It feels dehumanizing.

She buries herself it the blanket. Seb can see her body relax at the feeling.

She may not be his biological daughter. But he loves her as his own.

~

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

Are you being completely truthful with your bio? You have a somewhat juvenile writing style even down to the ✨word✨ and your writing reference for male arousal is strangely written and a little inaccurate. Your obsession with objectifying and writing porn of real life men with wives and families makes you look like either a really creepy adult, or a kid that doesn’t know any better. Do you think it’s ok for a straight man your age to objectify a female actress in this same way?

Not to mention your pinned is from 2020 so you would have been 16 when you made the account that says “minors do not interact” in all caps

The mentions of collage are interesting as well, what the hell are you majoring in anyway? Did you forget to update your age and this is your last year? Or were you actually running an 18+ account while 16? And honestly I’m assuming you were probably younger.

Your alias is S.

You go by sir and but you use very cliché and juvenile language, “I’m more friendly than I look, I promise 😅” “I’m a dyslexic fanfic writer *existencial sigh*”

it’s got the same vibe as, “he’s standing right behind me isn’t he 😬”

Just don’t lie about this shit when you’re writing porn. You’re going to be prayed on. Just be safe with it and keep it on a private account.

I believe this ask and these following asks come from the same person or from affiliated people because they all were sent in around the same time and are all orbiting the same topics, so I'm looping them together:

"Hey man, how old are you exactly?"

"What r u studying? Writing I assume? But I feel like you’d be qualified to teach the class 😏"

"Are you planning on making an account solely for your art? You’re incredibly skilled"

"Do the names cate and Lillian mean anything to you?"

"Cate?"

If they're not all the same person or a purposeful group of people talking about the same things, then I apologize to the people I've tacked on to discourse, lol.

Shorter asks first:

I'm in my twenties, and I'll explain the vagueness there in a hot second when I get to the longer, opening ask.

I'm actually studying art, not writing, lol. Writing is just a hobby for me. Thanks, regardless! I don't think I'd be very good at teaching, though 😅 My writing process is a mess, and I'm constantly breaking so, so many writing rules, lmao.

Thank you! No, I don't plan on making a separate art account for fandom or for my actual, non-sketch, finished-piece artwork. I mean, I have art accounts, but they're purposefully not attached to my Tumblr because art is a hobby right now, but I'm planning on making it into my profession.

No? Should they?

No? I'm so confused, lmao. Are you assuming you know who I am, and that's the motivation of the pointed questions? Assuming I'm Cate or Lillian? 'Cause I'm not. If they're people/characters related to the Marvel/Seb Stan/Chris Evans, then I feel like I need to warn you that I'm often fandom illiterate, lol. I don't actually watch TV/series/movies regularly, so... I'm oblivious to a lot.

Okay, on to the longer, opening ask that started this saga of asks.

First, I appreciate that you are trying to keep people out of harms way. I do. Yet, aren't there less accusatory ways to go about it? Absolutely, full stop, I do not want minors--no matter if they're 17, so close to 18 or whatever excuse they may make--in the parts of fandom that are not appropriate for them. No.

However, I, personally, don't think accusing someone of being something and talking down to them, picking apart each little thing about their online presence will do anything to anyone who is already engaging in shit that they should not be. Maybe that's just my hot take, though. I can't say I have the answer about how to eliminate minors who shouldn't be around these places on the internet, though. Unfortunately.

'Cause, yup! I'm being truthful.

Often, I am vague on purpose. I do that because, by the nature of what I get up to on the internet living in a society based so deeply in puritanical views, it's easy to have shit used against you in the professional world. But, whether I'm being vague with personal information like my age, name, location, etc. while getting hyperspecific with sexual shit, I'm still honest.

And I don't know if I need to specify this or not, but just in case I do, it says 20s with an s in my pinned post. Plural. As in 20-29, the range of being in my 20s. I'm in my 20s.

Yes, my pinned post is 4 years old at this point, so maybe I sound more juvenile in it because it's been four years since I wrote that. I have edited parts of it, but not everything. Also, yes, I was 18--closer to 19, but still 18, nevertheless--when I started my blog. So. More juvenile then, definitely. Hell, you're allowed to think I still sound juvenile, too. If you want. You're entitled to your own opinion. If you don't like the way I sound, though, just don't read my stuff. That's simple.

And it bleeds into the idea that I sound inaccurate. I am inaccurate sometimes. Definitely. Not everything I write could I replace myself with whatever character or person I'm writing about and feel like it is accurate to how I would feel or respond in that situation. But, the thing is, for me, that's the allure to porn. That's the whole thing. Porn is fantasy. The way I describe shit isn't literal all the time. It's about conveying feelings. It might not be your experience with feelings of arousal. Cool. Great! Differences are good. Feelings aren't objective. Again, if something about my writing makes you feel weird or feels too unrealistic to your experience, you don't have to read it.

As far as the ethics and nonethics of writing about real people, I've discussed that before (one, two, three), so I won't go into that now, but I would be interested to dig into your notion of how my actions may stack up comparatively to a straight man objectifying women.

I would call myself a feminist. I am always trying to learn more about how to be a better, more intersectional feminist. The swapping of me, a cis queer guy, sexualizing/objectifying other men with a cis straight man sexualizing/objectifying women does bring up very strong feelings in me. It does feel distinctly creepy to me. However, I can point directly to the reason why: it feels much more threatening for a man to talk about women like that. Obviously, not every man is terrible and means to threaten sexual violence to women, and women aren't delicate, helpless little things that must be protected at all costs. However, yeah, like you're getting at, it does feel different, and I have to sit with that to parse out why and what I want to do about it.

Interestingly, though, because of my experiences in the parts of the queer community I frequent, I feel relatively desensitized to mlm sexualization. Like, it's just part of it often, so much so that it goes unnoticed to me. Which, I can understand how people then pick up pitchforks and say no!! You can't do that! That's part of the problem! Or, why does everything have to be sexual with you!! But... that, to me, slides into the censoring, no-kink-at-pride type of discussion that I am not so interested in having at this juncture. There need to be spaces where children are welcome. Yes. There also need to be separate spaces where adults are allowed to be open and honest with all sorts of emotions, including the emotion of horny in a way that's safe and sane and consensual.

I will also note, because it feels worthy of mentioning here, that I have boundaries with sexualization. Real life and online life are different. I'm honest in both, but the rules and behavior are different, y'know? There's nuance to be had.

I don't talk outside of Tumblr the same way I do on Tumblr. Real life is very different to fandom etiquette. Which, I acknowledge that a lot of fandom--historically and presently--is women. Not totally, of course, but a good chunk. Women are objectified exhaustively in our society. So, personally, I feel that it is more than fair for them to then turn around and objective men some. Ever since getting into fandom, I've emulated that because it's the culture here. I've picked it up without really realizing it. Does that mean I feel like it's as fair for me, a man, to take up space in a traditionally women-populated area that's often described as a safe space and co-opt the slang? No. It's not really mine to adapt. Perhaps I should look into that deeper or acknowledge more than I do that I stand on borrowed ground.

Amongst that thought, though, is the realization that I don't talk the same offline because when I'm in the fandom space, I feel a little bit of my traditional socialization come undone. I'm a man. I was raised to crush down emotions and be strong and steady. Sure, I'm a 5'6" twink looking motherfucker, but I'm still a man, and still, strong emotions I might show in real life are met with confusion at best.

Strong emotions like anger or even noticeable, perky excitement when in public do not get a great response. Anger, understandably. I'm very aware of that. I'm not an angry guy, I grew up around a lot of angry people, I know it's frightening--especially when men get angry. I don't think I'm particularly threatening when I do get frustrated, but still, the few times I've been visibly upset like that around people in public, I can always feel women particularly shrinking away from me. It's just not acceptable. But, excitement. Even excitement or other positive emotions rouses discomfort from others in public.

If I express strong excitement or happiness to people who aren't my friends, people in public, I get reactions, too. Women tend to look at me strangely, as if there's something weird about me. That changes if I out myself to said women because it's more socially acceptable to be exciteable or positive if you're queer. Now, men brush me off in that situation. As a kid, that was not allowed because, what are you gay? Why? Why are you excited about anything? Pfft. That's for girls.

So, all is all to say, I don't talk the way I do on Tumblr. And perhaps that excitement/obvious horniness/whatever strong emotion that I do express on Tumblr comes across as juvenile or unmasculine to you. Maybe that's what you're picking up on with my apparently juvenile tone? I don't know.

That all sounds like I'm saying, poor me, it's so hard to be a man, feel bad for me, but what I'm doing is trying to explain where I'm coming from, why I express that way, and how it's different from my behavior in real life. You're still allowed to think I'm hypocritical and creepy, like I'm allowed to explain myself and do my own thing.

Again, I was 18 when I made my blog.

As for what I'm studying, I'm working toward an MFA right now. As it states in my pinned post, I'm dyslexic. Part of my journey in higher ed has been learning--trying to learn, at least, oof, it's not always going well--how to go easier on myself and not stress out over not being able to keep up all the time with my peers who aren't dyslexic. I'm trying not to feel dumber and feel like that's a terrible thing. So, I took a lighter class load when I got to college to go my own speed, I don't take summer classes, and then I fucked up shit with my transfer degree. Meaning, I'm a whole year, almost two, behind with the "average" track. That's why it feels like I'm stuck in college purgatory, lmao.

I use S because it relates vaguely to my real name, that's all.

I offer that people can use "sir" to refer to me because I, personally, like power dynamics in sex and my blog is about sex a lot. I don't feel like "daddy" fits me, sure, partly to do with my age, but really, daddy is a mindset, lol, and it strikes me as much more nurturing and romantic mindset/dynamic. I don't feel like that fits me. I like something stricter. I used to think I was a stone top, lol, and while I don't feel exactly like that anymore, I certainly don't feel as kinky-soft as "daddy".

Sure, that's maybe cliche to say. Cool. Personally, it doesn't strike me as juvenile, but clearly, it does to you, so... okay? I don't know what to do about that? It's just how I write.

Also, it's very amusing to me to accuse someone of lying while choosing to remain anonymous and disconnected from your own blog that, hopefully, contains your age/age range within it.

Reiterating: I think it's good that you want to keep minors out of the places they shouldn't be, I do. That's admirable. It's dangerous for the minors that do step foot in 18+ spaces as well as dangerous for well-meaning adults who unknowingly interact with minors masquerading as adults. But you're barking up the wrong tree.

You're welcome to say that writing this whole thing is defensive, clearly juvenile, and proves your point if you like. (Maybe, fine, I am a little offended to be told my smut sounds like a child wrote it because... yikes. So, I'm defending something there.) Still, I was interested in diving into some of the things you brought up 'cause I think about some of that a lot. Especially about my place in fandom as a guy. I try very hard not to be the creepy guy in the corner 😬

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F1 Asks

I saw one of my favorites (@astonmartinii) do this, and I wanted to join lol Not tagging anyone else, but if you want to, do it!

Who is your favourite driver?

It may not look like it on my blog, but Max is my #1 lol

Do you have other favourite drivers?

Of the current grid, Max Oscar, and Logan have been my top three. I love them with a passion and it hurts to see that hate Logan gets. He was promoted too soon in my opinion. And a side note, while I love Kimi Antonelli, even promoting him in 2025 could be too soon.

Of all time, Kimi, Seb, and Lewis (honorable mention Jenson) are my boys. Honestly GOATS <3

Who is your least favourite driver?

I have passionate dislikes for Carlos Sainz and Daniel Ricciardo I'm sorry girlies. I tried writing for Daniel once and I cannot bring myself to even try it again.

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?

Drivers mostly. I used to consider myself a Red Bull and McLaren fan, but I can't stand behind a team's actions. I'd rather say I'm a Max, Checo, Lando, and Oscar fan.

If you like teams, who do you pull for?

If I had to, Red Bull and McLaren. Next year, I might add Ferarri to this list because that Charles-Lewis lineup is gonna be insane if Ferarri can back it up.

How long have you been into F1?

Actively watching, since 2022. Of handily, since 2020.

What got you into F1?

Something stupid lol... I was on twitch during lockdown and Lando was streaming I can't remember, it was either Among Us or CS:GO. Quarantine was a dark time for me, and his content made me laugh. I did some digging and found out he was in F1. I closely followed until I was able to afford F1TV.

Also, My dad was a big NASCAR guy, and we would go to NASCAR races every year. I met so many drivers (Jeff Gordin, Kyle Busch, Kevin Harvick, and Dale Earnheart Jr. I can remember) because we would get to go down to the paddock. My dad built the communications in the stadium where the track was, so they hooked us up every time. I was used to race cars from a young age, so when I started watching F1 more, it was reminiscent.

do you enjoy fanfic/RPF?

I mean, I write for it now so yeah lol. Honestly though, it's draining sometimes, and I have to take breaks. That; 's why I usually limit it to 2 posts a week, so I can line it up for weeks straight. I used to not post for months at a time, but I'm getting better.

how do you view new fans?

I don't think new fans deserve the hate for liking something, especially girls. Like girls get hated for liking anything, and it's not like they should get hated for living. Coming from a girl who likes a lot of sports, the hate I get is fucking draining. New fans are just as eager about the sport as we are. If you're new and want to ask questions or fan with me, PLEASE! MY INBOX AND MESSAGES ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

If you could take over as any team principal for any team who would it be and why?

Don't get me wrong, I love Toto, but wtf is happening to Mercedes? It's like every year, it's getting worse. So that would be an option for me. Also, Christian, I'm sorry but wtf. Not only the mistreatment of your junior drivers but the mistreatment of your female employees? Nah, man. Get out, and I'll take over.

Are your friends and family into F1 as well?

Not exactly. As I said earlier, my dad is a NASCAR guy. He doesn't like open-wheel racing, but I'm slowly converting him to Indy at least. I'll get him on the F1 train eventually.

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?

Always! My inbox and messages are always open and I am the President of Yappsville and will not shut up.

[pain-in-the-butler]

I hope this question doesn't bother you, but I wanted to ask you a bit about that weston arc rewrite you mentioned once in your tags? Like, any kind of info is welcome.

Hi again, friend! It's not a bother to be asked things like this in the least! And I'm definitely excited to ramble about my writing, so thank you! Here's some bare bones of what I've thought up for this AU so far:

Cricket's O-U-T. Yana did fine with the sports angle, especially in retrospect (at the time, everyone was sick of it), but I want to focus on character drama because I think it's juicier -

Instead, I'm changing the angle of the Weston arc to consistently be about the school's social dynamics, with the emphasis on becoming a prefect's fag like it was in the canon arc's first half -

Being a prefect's fag in this AU means automatically becoming a prefect when the prefect graduates (can't remember if this is what it means in the canon story). Therefore, these positions are sought out by students who care about the hierarchy to any degree -

Maurice Cole is going to have a slightly different role this time around. He's not Redmond's fag yet but he wants to be more than anything. As a second-born son, he sees it as the one chance he'll get in life to feel what it is to have an inheritance, and so he and that enormous chip in his shoulder covet the position like anything -

I want Cole's villainy to be much campier. Instead of threatening actual violence and humiliation, he merely threatens to kick boys out of his posse. However, he has pretty big plans for the school — plans that would make particular students want to stay in his good graces... -

Students in different dorms will get along and become friends. The standoffishness between dorms was really just there in the canon to make it easier for Yana to hide certain details until later down the line, but it doesn't actually make much sense. There won't be so much rivalry this time -

While I'm going to try not to venture fully into Dadbastian territory, I do want Ciel and Sebastian to examine their relationship more closely following the Campania incident and consider what they would feel if the other was out of their lives forever. Is Ciel just a meal and is Sebastian just a loyal dog? Or do they actually maybe care about each other's well-being? I wonder.................. -

Sebastian wouldn't be a professor this time! Sorry, but I just never bought him becoming a dorm master so easily. Where'd the old one go? Do the Blue House students not see Seb's arrival as weird at all? Don't they have any loyalty to their last dorm master lol?? The idea's frankly too underdeveloped -

Instead, Sebastian is going to work in the Blue House kitchens as a chef. He isn't very excited about being so out of the way from the action, but Ciel has his reasons for wanting him there... -

The student body will talk about Derrick Arden going missing as if it is an actual big deal. But there will be more details that muddy the waters around Derrick's disappearance... as well as revelations that come to light sooner than they do in Yana's telling -

Now for the biggest change: it will be addressed to the reader from the get-go that Ciel is pretending to be his brother. I have always wanted to explore what it would be like if we knew from near the start that Ciel was faking his entire identity. The Weston arc may not take place close to the beginning of Kuro, but I think it's as good a chance as any for me to showcase how revealing Ciel's identity early on pointblank has a lot of potential for drama and character building

There's a lot that I haven't really decided yet, to be honest, but there are also a few twists and tricks that I would LOVE to mess around with. I kind of let my stories slowly incubate over time, though, so I hope when I actually get to writing this, everything will be in place and I can just go for it. It should be a very fun project, if and when the time comes...

Thank you for asking! I hope this answer piqued your interest... though it'll probably be another two years before any of it gets written lol 😈

[mwebber]

Hope you don’t mind any ‘On The Bound’ lore questions but how do you think Mark would react to all the excessive bodyshaming Seb went through in the Ferrari era?

don't mind at all! i don't know how much more of it will get posted, if ever, so i'm happy to wordvomit on them anyday :)

rough timeline is that seb gets knocked up towards the end of the 2013 season and has the 2014 shitshow delivered in a completely different way due to an awful pregnancy. it's vague, i haven't rlly workshopped it or anything, so let's say that somehow, magically, ferrari find it in themselves to knock on her door and ask her to drive for 2015. and somehow, magically, seb says yes.

the thing is like. by the time the bodyshaming comes around, seb's already been crucified a million times over for how she looks, especially when she was carrying and gained weight. so it's not necessarily new comments that have her feeling like shit; it's the fact that they're coming out of the mouths of people she's trusted for years.

in 2019, she walks out of maranello feeling--confused, more than anything. because the conversation she overheard didn't sound mean-spirited. it was just a voice floating over from down the hallway, lighthearted as it remarked how she was a little fat before sweeping onto something else. like her body shape was the weather, sunny one day and cloudy the next.

she doesn't tell mark, not at first, even when the comments get nastier about her hair, and how it's not as voluminous or thick as it was when she was in her twenties. they're all arguably objectively correct observations, anyway. her body hasn't been the same since she gave birth, even if she's still fit--her lower stomach is a little flabbier, and her tits are a little droopier, and her ass makes finding a good pair of jeans just that much harder.

mark adores her still, though. he worships her and fucks her just as hard as he did when she was a lanky thing, and his opinion is the only other one she really puts stock in when it comes to how she looks. (the first, of course, being her own opinion.) it's easy to forget what anybody else is saying when he can't keep his hands off her, when he treats her like the sexiest woman in the world.

but then the nicknames start, and it's worse than the passing comments that are largely hidden from her. again, they're not necessarily mean. they might be read as affectionate, from a certain point of view. even so, seb can't help looking at her body in her white fireproofs and thinking that white doesn't do her curves any favours.

she doesn't even notice how bad things have gotten until it's 2020, desperately trying to find another team to take her on, and she's acutely aware of the way her thighs chafe under her ferrari-branded skirt. she doesn't think they chafed so much before, or at least she didn't notice it, but they feel rubbed raw now and distinctly, unattractively bulky in the short skirt. britta never seems to suffer from the problem--then again, britta's thighs never seem to touch, an idea that glides through seb's mind calmly before landing in some dark abyss at the edge of her consciousness.

it's mark who's the most concerned and can see everything for what it truly is. mark, who's been running dogged behind the scenes trying to keep the kids occupied while they struggle against the tide of the pandemic, just so seb doesn't need to worry about them in addition to everything else. mark, who's noticed the way seb doesn't linger on her appearance in the mirror for longer than a brief glance when she used to be so vain. mark, who's done all he can in his limited spare time to tell seb in his words and actions that she's the love of his life. she always laughs him off, but lately, she hasn't even been laughing--and she's so tired, like the entire world has fallen onto her shoulders. only the kids seem to ever coax a smile out of her.

when she finally admits that she might have overheard some people saying things, mark looks just about ready to set the entire country of italy on fire. he asks for specifics, but she can't give any. he asks for names, times, places, and she can only give a rough idea, because she's not--counting every instance she's felt a little bad about how she looks. she has thicker skin than that.

mark's rage almost makes things worse. while it's nice that he feels defensive on her behalf, she just wishes he'd stop pressuring her. she's facing enough stress from every other aspect of her life, and she doesn't need him chasing after ghosts that don't matter in the grand scheme of things. he gives up, because he can't stand to hurt her, but it doesn't stop the dark shame that seems to emanate from his wife like milk gone sour, and it doesn't solve anything except the immediate issue of seb wiping tears and snot furiously from her face.

aston martin is supposed to be a fresh start. it is, for the most part: new team, new factory, new friendships to forge, and new goals to chase after. they fumble almost immediately in their eagerness to show her off when she goes for her first seat fitting, however, and mark's dread only grows. she'd gone in trusting that they wouldn't take or release photos. they release the most unflattering photo a camera could possibly capture instead, and britta messages them almost immediately to turn their devices off.

seb doesn't falter until bahrain 2021. while the world erupts into a frenzy about track limits, she sits quietly in her new driver's room with the heels of her palms pressed against her eyelids, tucked securely against mark's side and feeling old. she doesn't know when she lost her ability to drive. she doesn't think she did--the machinery still feels like home to her, but she doesn't think she can keep blaming the car. it can't possibly always be the car.

it's like mark's deepest fears about the bodyshaming become true, because it's spread like a fungus and sown doubt into seb's mind about her capability and worth. that's the pitfall of shame, isn't it? that it goes from being a spot of embarrassment to everything you are and have ever been.

he doesn't save her--only she can do that, given time--but he holds her tighter, and whispers every sweet encouragement he can think of until she stops hiding behind her palms, at least. if he can't be her lifeline, then he'll be her anchor, and he'll hold on until there's nothing more of them but dust floating in the wind.

[skitskatdacat63]

misc lore drop day 27/?

One of the best irl Vettonso moments by far to me is that press conference where they keep one-upping each other about how long it takes for them to find the limit of a track. “Two”, “I do it in about one and a half” “one!” It's a great example of how they can be lighthearted and silly but still can't resist the perpetual one-upmanship. As I said in yesterday’s post, they’re basically bound to compete against each other, but are forced into a situation where they need to cooaperate more often than not to make life not constantly unbearable for them, and everyone around them. So they need to find little ways where they can get that energy out. Which is. Incredibly annoying to everyone else around them. Imagine you can’t get through literally anything(i.e. Card game, hunting trip, dinner, etc.) without them verbally, and sometimes even physically, sparring. To them, it’s a sport. To most everyone else, it’s insufferable. To those who know them well, it’s a mating ritual. I think those who know them well begin to recognize the increasing fondness and familiarity they have for each other in arguments, and are gushing to each, “oh my god, look how enamored they are with each other!” They would never admit it’s flirting, not one bit. To Seb, it isn’t flirting because he already flirts in way more blatant ways, duh. Fernando is like, “Me!? Flirt with him!? That’s preposterous.” 

Anyways. Cards. I was joking yesterday about how most of my ideas form from little details that I like to expand on. I do think it’s really fun to see how much of a deal and how much significance I can put into something that seems generally meaningless. So: cards. In the olden days(and I think still now actually, but I'm too American for that and it doesn't matter here anyhow), there were actually different suits used in different parts of the world, and even within Europe itself. I like that even though vettonso both exist together in the hyper insulated world of royals, there are still minor differences that keep them apart, and that they can argue over. Everything with them is deceptively complicated and convoluted. Fernando’s not just gonna bend over and let them play a game with Seb’s cards, huh!? That’s practically submission! We will use Spanish cards, and that’s final! It’s hilarious because both of them would actually probably both use French suited cards, but they’re of course going to find any way to protest that they’re actually not similar in any way, and are actually two incredibly different people(lies!!!!) So they spend longer than an actual card game would take debating with each other over what card suit they should use, Spanish or German. It’s more likely that Fernando would already know Spanish cards well and did use them, but Seb? They don’t even probably use German cards in Vienna, but he bought a deck and he’s going to use it no matter what. 

I'm just imagining him playing practice games with Mark in preparation before Fernando comes to Vienna. And Mark’s like “c’mon you both know French cards, why must we do this?” Uh duh, it’s my turf, I’m not gonna play by his rules!” “But aren’t they shared rules?” They eventually end up having to flip a coin to decide what deck to play with, because they always run out of time to actually play games. Though knowing them, they’d probably argue over whether to flip a thaler(HRE) or a real(Spain.) You KNOW Mark’s banging his head against the wall somewhere when they come up with that argument. It’s so funny because it’s a game to them like any other, and whenever someone else tries to cool down the situation, they’re both like “BUTT OUT!!!” It's a genunine sport for them to come up with some kind of new argument, over literally anything. 

[bwoahtastic]

stepmom nico: it's coming up on the one year anniversary of nicky joining the family, and even though toto and nico have made a note of it, they don't really expect the pups to remember it. for the most part, nicky has been such an easy pup to care for and fit into their family so well. he's sweet and shy, and most of the work that nico and toto have had to do in helping him overcome the trauma of his early life has been about building trust and making him feel safe in the home and the outside world. there were some stumbling blocks at first, like when he would hide under the sofa or not respond to toto because he was scared, but after a few months, caring for the little pinkie became relatively easy and they were such a happy family.

but then one night nico takes seb for his swimming lessons, leaving toto and nicky at home and promising to bring back takeout for dinner. at first everything is great. nicky loves his big, soft, rumbly papa who always makes sure to wear the softest jumpers for him to snuggle into as they watch cartoons. all of a sudden there are these huge bangs and pops coming from outside and nicky is terrified. maybe he didn't consciously remember that it is coming up to the anniversary of nico saving him and bringing him home, but he remembers these same noises and the flashes of color in the sky from when he was locked in a cage, and mousy doesn't want to be locked in a cage!

toto is desperately trying to calm nicky down, but nicky is practically feral, scratching and biting at whatever part of toto's flesh he can reach; hands, arms, face, anything to be free. nicky catches toto's eye and toto finally releases him, with nicky scrambling under the couch and as far away from toto as he can possibly get. toto tries lying on the floor next to the couch, telling nicky that it's okay, that he's safe, even tries giving him some nutella to come out, but for the first time it doesn't work. maybe nicky can even smell the blood, and that scares him more than he loves nutella, and simply won't come out.

when nico and seb get home they find toto and nicky both totally distraught. nico has to take charge, sending seb upstairs to get some plushies and nicky's favorite little fleece blanket while nico takes toto to the kitchen where he gets out their first aid kit and disinfects all of the scratches, putting on some cartoony band-aids where needed, before he heads back to nicky. it takes most of the night, but nico sits by the couch reassuring nicky that he's safe and that momma won't let anything hurt him for hours until nicky finally creeps out and lets himself be gently hugged by nico. he cries when he sees what he did to toto, and nico and toto have to reassure him that he's not in trouble.

both nicky and seb sleep in nico and toto's bed that night, but neither nico nor toto actually gets any sleep. they decide to take the pups away for a few days, somewhere nice and quite where there won't be any fireworks, while the house is retrofitted with sound-proofing and like quadruple glazed windows so the fireworks won't scare nicky again.

Oh plss little pinkie! He is so cute I can't get over him🥺🥺

Nico and Toto love little mousy so much and he fit in so so well into their little family! Sure he was a bit skittish at first snd is still shy sometimes, but he loves momma and papa lots now ans trusts them, and ofc he loves his Big brother sebby! It's just perfect and seb snd toto are so proud of their little pinkie!

Nicky being home alone with papa Toto who put on his softest sweater for cuddle time! Mousy us giggling and squeaking happily as Toto rumbles and noses close to his papa🥺

Poor thing is so spooked when the fire works start! It's all loud bangs and flashing lights and it reminds him of the cage, he doesn't want to be back in the cage with the mean people! Little mousy is so scared and doesn't register its Toto holding him, thinking its one of the mean men and he only gets more stressed as Toto tries to snuggle him closer to soothe him. Mousy scratching and biting all thr flesh he can reach, Toto's arms and hands and chest snd then even his face and Toto has to let go as Nicky scratches his eye almost.

Nicky shooting under the sofa and Toto tries to get him out from there but Nicky looks so haunted and is trembling and holding his hands over his floppy ears and won't come out even for tbe Nutella because he smells blood too and something is very wrong!

Nico coming back with seb and instsmtly springs into action, gently asking Seb to get Nicky's blankie and some plushies as he looks Toto over. Toto is so distraught and only wants to go back to the sofa to try and soothe nicky but Nico has him sit in the kitchen and he needs to get patched up firsr!

Nico then telling Seb to sit with papa and put cartoon bandaid on all papa's ouchies as he goes to talk to nicky, laying on his stomach un front of the sofa and gently talking to mousy. It takes long before nicky even looks at him and even longer before he crawls out; still skittish and on high alert but crawling into momma's arms. Poor pinkie is so upset ehen he sees he hurt papa! He didn't mean to hurt papa ever, he is a bad mousy! But papa isnt upset and just wants to cuddle him, as does Seb!

Maybe they go on another little camping trip then? Or the yacht trip, judt anywhere they can control the quietness a bit more and make sure mousy is okay, and sebby is too!

[watercolor-hearts]

heyyyy!!!

since i loved you stories so much (if you couldn’t tell lol) i decided to promt you something this time!!!

i would love "I made this for you." for simi!!!

much love <3333333

Hi dear ❤

Aww, you're so nice I can't thank you enough for your support. ❤ Thank you for sending me this prompt, I really hoped someone would send me one because I really enjoy writing these little stories. Since this prompt was from the depression-related prompt list, it's important to mention that this story deals with major depression, malnutrition, collapsing, and character peeing themselves (once) because of not having energy to get out of bed (this is not a fetish/kink thing here, it's a serious side-effect of the depression in the case of this character). This story is not a fluffy one. This is angst. (It has fluff at the end though.) If you, dear prompter, are not okay with reading this story because of the topics mentioned above, don't hesitate to tell me because then I'll write you something fluffy instead. (I won't make a problem out of it. I can understand if it's not for you.)

Mental health is important so mind the red sentence above and the keywords below, guys. Take care. ❤

“I made this for you.” • Seb/Kimi • 1747 words • depression • malnutrition and eating difficulties • angst • hurt without comfort • Kimi doesn't judge, he just tries hard to take care of Seb when Seb doesn't let him • long hospital stay • mentions of therapy • happy end • Ao3 link

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Sebastian didn't plan it to be like this. He didn't plan his retirement to be about always being at home, not wanting to get out of bed and not having any motivation. He wanted to take up hobbies and work on environment-related things but then... Things changed.

He didn't want to get out of bed. When he did get out of bed, he didn't want to go out. He just wanted to go back to bed. He felt tired. He couldn't sleep because it wasn't physical tiredness. It was mental. He just wanted to lay there and... exist.

In the first few weeks, Kimi thought Sebastian was simply just tired because of the long season and needed a lot of sleep and rest. But then he noticed that Seb hasn't been his usual self since his retirement. He didn't want to go out with Kimi, he didn't want to cook or bake at home, he didn't even want to watch a movie, let alone a series. Sexual intimacy wasn't even a topic. Seb didn't want Kimi's touch. Even though it hurt like hell, Kimi respected his decision and then they just slept in the same bed, nothing more. It was cruel for Kimi not to cuddle Seb but when he tried, Seb flinched and turned away. He didn't want to make things worse so he stopped.

When Seb was at his lowest, there were nights when Kimi couldn't sleep because Seb was crying next to him and Kimi's heart broke because he didn't know what to do. If he spoke to him, Seb didn't respond and tried to stop crying so Kimi wouldn't hear it. It didn't work. Kimi still knew it. If Kimi tried to touch him, caress his hair or his back, or hug him, Seb would simply just shake his head and go out of the room.

When he was at his lowest, Seb couldn't communicate. Kimi tried to talk to him but Seb was too tired to even care about it and it was cruel for both of them. Seb didn't want to be like that but he didn't know what to do or say. He didn't know how to get out of this deep-deep hole that was sucking him in.

Kimi always cooked Seb's favorites. He learned to cook just to be able to cook for him. But then Seb stopped eating. And then drinking too. And he didn't have the energy to even get out of bed to go to the bathroom. He peed himself. And then he cried and prayed for Kimi not to notice because Seb was scared Kimi would shout at him for not being a normal person and fucking getting out of bed to go to the bathroom. He wanted to get out. But he couldn't. He felt disgusting but he couldn’t do anything about it.

When Kimi noticed the accident, he didn’t say anything, just cleaned the bed and carried Seb to the bathroom to bathe him like he did every night. And when Seb fell asleep after, it was Kimi the one who cried. He was tired and he didn't know what to do because Seb didn't want to talk with a psychologist and he couldn't force it on him. Kimi knew he needed to do something because Seb was sick and he couldn't keep watching him suffer, it made his heart break into million pieces.

The last straw for Kimi was when one day Seb tried to go to the bathroom but collapsed when he stood up because he hadn't eaten anything for days, even though Kimi still cooked for him every day and tried to make him eat, even offered to feed him but Sebastian turned it down. At that moment Kimi almost lost his patience and shouted at Seb but he decided not to do it for fear of making the situation even worse.

When Kimi rushed to the bedroom and saw Sebastian next to the bed, the blood froze in his veins. He immediately called an ambulance and, at that moment, he decided not to give a fuck about what Seb said anymore. He needed help. It wasn't a question anymore. He was sick. Very sick. They shouldn't have gone this far. Kimi shouldn't have let Seb fall this deep into the hole. He should’ve cared about him more.

While he was waiting for the ambulance to come, Kimi was sitting next to Seb, checking on his breathing and pulse for the dispatcher. His heart sank when he noticed how pale Seb was. There were dark circles under his eyes and his skin was dry and swollen. Kimi reached out to stroke Seb’s dull hair. His blond curls were nowhere near as pretty as they used to be. Kimi wanted to cry. He fucked up. He fucking fucked up. He let his boyfriend, the love of his life, get there and collapse and lay on the floor unconscious after not eating and drinking. He couldn’t be more irresponsible of a boyfriend.

He squeezed Seb’s hand and then kissed it before the paramedics arrived there. “I’m so sorry, darling” he murmured, wiping his tears off with the back of his hand. “I love you. You can be angry at me, I do this for you, for your own safety. I’ll be there with you I promise. Please stay strong for a bit more. Just a bit more until they can help you.”

***

In the hospital, they performed a lot of examinations on Seb and then gave him fluids and vitamins, and then he had a consultation with a psychologist and even with a psychiatrist. The diagnosis was clear. Malnutrition and major depression. They didn't let him go home; it was a dead try from Seb to ask. There was no way they would let him go home in this condition. He was stuck in the hospital for weeks.

The hospital stay was a long few weeks with a lot of low points when Seb felt like there was no way out but Kimi was there with him every day for at least a few hours. They even did therapy together. Couples therapy, the therapist called it. It helped a lot because they learned to communicate again and it was really important for Seb’s recovery. In four weeks, they learned how to talk about their feelings and how to open up to each other again. Kimi has also learned how to take care of his boyfriend if he’s feeling low or doesn’t want to eat and he was grateful for knowing what to do even though he hoped they won’t get into a situation like this ever again.

***

On Seb's last day in the hospital, Kimi stepped into the hospital room with his hands behind his back, hiding something from his boyfriend.

“Hi, darling,” Kimi smiled when Seb noticed him and greeted him with his beautiful smile. Seb was much healthier now. His dark circles disappeared, his face and body looked healthier, and he felt stronger and happier. It still wasn't easy for him to eat as much as he did when he was racing and he had a special diet but he was trying and it was working. He ate small amounts of food a lot of times a day and had a dietician to help him.

“Hi, love,” Seb said, looking at Kimi with a curious look. “What are you hiding?”

“It's something... Something small. For you. I made this for you. For your big day. At home. After... After you got in here and I was alone at home while you were here. And I was thinking about you a lot. And about us. And about how I should have cared about you more and not let you get this deep into depression. This little gift is... This is for you to remind you that I love you, I care about you and I won't let you fall again,” Kimi said, looking at Seb's beautiful blue eyes, and he then showed him the gift. A bracelet, made with beads and charms of different shapes and colors, in a little box. “I know it's stupid and it looks like a kid's made it, b—”

“Stop it, love,” Seb pushed his finger to Kimi's lips, looking at him with tearful eyes. “It is... It is beautiful. And it means a lot. It means the world to me. Thank you so much. Thank you,” he whispered while he put the colorful bracelet on, and then leaned closer to Kimi to kiss him. To kiss him again after months. To kiss him again after not being able to even think about kissing him or touching him or letting Kimi touch him. It was a huge step for Seb. Kimi was proud of him for it. And Seb was proud of himself for it too.

After the kiss, Seb got out of the bed and reached out to hold Kimi's hand, and looked into his eyes. Kimi looked at him and smiled. They were going to go home soon to continue to heal together. But before going home, Seb wanted to tell Kimi something.

“When...,” Seb started but then he stopped to take a deep breath, “When I'm completely okay again I would like to ask you to be my husband. If you want it too. You don't have to if you don't—”

“Of course, darling, of course, I want to be your husband. It's not a question. It was never a question. Oh my god, Seb,” Kimi said, tears filling his eyes, a smile on his lips. “When you're completely okay again, we're going to get married, yeah. Wow. I can't wait.”

Seb nodded, smile growing wider and wider seeing Kimi's reaction.

“Yeah, when I'm okay again,” he nodded, “Because I want to be okay again. I'm going to be okay again. I'm not far from that now.”

“Yeah,” Kimi nodded, “You're going to be okay because you're doing amazing, you're doing the therapy really good and you're eating again and you're happier, and... And you're going to be healthy again.”

“Yes, I'm going to be healthy again” Seb nodded and Kimi nodded and they were both nodding and laughing and crying from happiness and hugging each other for long-long minutes not wanting to let the other go. And they didn't have to, because they were going to be okay again.

In sickness and in health, they say. Seb and Kimi knew it well.

[vigilskeep]

Minerva and Blackwall (I'd love to be a fly on the wall for watching Fenris and Seb tbh)???? Keir and Josie/Bull???? Op, you can't just say that and leave it there, I need to know the details (Nina is understandable, Isabela and Leliana are 👌)

i say minerva and blackwall not because i have invested a particularly huge amount of thought into minerva/blackwall out of nowhere but because every other dai love interest is simply ruled out. (amusingly, this is also why minerva originally romanced zevran in the first place—she simply would not go for any of the rest of them, so zevran it was.) cullen is out. josie is too nice so she’s out. solas is too condescending so he’s out. iron bull’s ahem interests would not be her thing at all so he’s out. dorian and cassandra don’t romance women so they’re out. baby sera was in the same orphanage as nine-year-old minerva which while i guess not technically bad or anything is the only way i’ve ever thought about their relationship and now romance feels weird. also i just don’t think the dynamic would be right at all. so she’s out. thus: minerva/blackwall!

i don’t know a whole lot about his romance but he has that whole deification thing going on and i’m not going to lie minerva could be into that. his mage rights opinions are good. i’m not sure of the full details of blackwall’s backstory and how it comes into dai but i could see it bringing up similar themes to minerva’s complicated past and relationship w guilt

minerva/fenris is so much because minerva is the daughter of freed tevinter slaves but she’s also an active blood mage with a fair ambitious streak so there’s like. there’s a LOT happening here. a bit of a tightrope walk of a dynamic but i can’t deny she would be into him and she could make him laugh. as for minerva/sebastian, again absolute insanity, and i’m not sure she would go for it because of the whole chantry thing, but if she DID do her flirt-just-to-see-what-happens thing and she’s intrigued just as much by flustering him as the idea of having the ear of a prince and then she takes a step too far and gets invested... rivalmance chaos. Would End Bad

keir/josie seems pretty out there on the face of it but honestly he’s very drawn to people who are kinder than him, who are more talkative than him, who are passionate abt what they do, who care a lot abt their family. i could see it. i think the uh beauty and the beast dichotomy of ambassador and reaver would be fun and totally bring out a bunch of the interesting questions abt violence vs non-violence that josie’s writing plays with. the iron bull was just the only other one i didn’t write off—i thought abt dorian briefly but ultimately i don’t think they’d get on—so there’s not a lot of thought behind that really... again i don’t really have a read on bull’s romance i’m just kind of leaving that door open

[musette22]

Just saw your answer to the anon who asked you about Sebastian speaking on body issues and saw his IG post. And it made me dive in into his instagram and wow he was so open with people. I don’t know it made me think of two things specifically, there’s a post that’s gaining some traction on twitter and it’s a video of Sebastian running to hug fans at film festival/red carpet of some sort, and the tweet says “he used to love us so much” “how did we lose so bad”, and also in the Hot Wings interview, Sean mentions something to him and Seb replied “Do I talk about this things publicly?”.

Point is that sometimes I wonder if he regrets having built that kind of closeness with fans, or being that open himself. But I also think that Sebastian never thought he would end up getting this kind of famous, you know? It just makes me sad for him in a way, but also it makes me proud to see him making the choice to take a step back and protecting his peace and quite frankly everyone around him, partner, friends and family.

Also I know it’s wrong to group people but some fans also need to accept responsibility in their actions. Because in Seb’s case, this is not only on the hater’s, everyone has some fault in it.

Hello! Thank you for your message <3 I've discussed this quite a bit in the past, and I kind of feel like I've said most of what I have to say on the subject, but since you may well not have been follow me for the previous discussions, I'll just sort of summarize my thoughts, if that's ok!

You're absolutely right that Sebastian used to be way more open with his fans (he even called them 'friends' at some point), and that in recent years he's had to take a huge step back, on account of his growing fame and some 'fans' growing entitlement/insanity. He's talked about how it affected his life and mental health, so even though I miss his social media presence, I'm really glad he's looking after himself and doing what he needs to do to keep things manageable and live a happy and content life!

I couldn't tell you whether or not he regrets being so open with his fans in earlier years, but I kind of feel like he doesn't, and probably just regrets that it turned out to be impossible to maintain that kind of closeness in later years (and that some people treated him they way they did, and still do). He seems to really enjoy interacting with nice fans, even now, after a rough few years. It's just a shame not everyone is nice, or deserving of his kindness and attention.

So I agree with most of your message, except for the last bit. Yes, it was a a combination of circumstances which led to Sebastian taking a step back, but within those circumstances, I don't think anybody was at fault for anything, except for the people who were rude, entitled and often acted borderline insane. In my opinion, Sebastian wanting to interact with fans wasn't wrong (he's just a friendly guy and he enjoys talking to people), and fans wanting to interact with Sebastian wasn't necessarily wrong either (it makes sense to be excited about your fave interacting with you). But they should have observed and respected certain obvious boundaries, and some of them didn't (and still don't) and in fact started habitually and deliberately crossing them, and that was wrong.

So yeah, those are my thoughts on the situation, roughly! In any case, as much as I miss him, I'm so glad to see he seems to be doing so well now, and I can't wait to see him again once he starts promoting his new movies this year!! <3

[sarahsmi13s]

tell me all! <3

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

X: A character you enjoy making suffer?

seb!! hi! ❤❤❤

B:

none of the stand alone fics currently up have happened to me but i do have one in the works about my experience in college

however...

coach grant in action pt 2 (HC) was based on my senior year softball season, more specifically the ball getting hit foul but the called it a home run... absolute bs

we didn't win state but we did go from district (champs) to regionals (runner ups) to state (lost the second round)

F:

this is a snip from Picture Perfect Tattoos (highly recommended read 😉)

As you wrote little notes down, Bradley noticed a polaroid photo sitting on your desk. He picked it up and looked at it.

It was a photo of you on, what looked like, a dorm bed. You had less tattoos than you do now, but you look more or less the same.

“That was when I was in college, those were the days.” He could hear the fond smile before he looked up and saw it. “You look beautiful.” He watched the blush creep up your cheeks before smirking and looking back at the photo.

His cocky smile turned into a soft smile as he remembered his father. “My dad loved polaroids, he said they capture natural beauty in its purest form, that they memorialized a moment in a way no digital camera ever could. I couldn’t tell you how many polaroids he had of him and Mav up in the sky, or of me when I was barely walking, or of my mom when she was mid laugh.”

Tears had stung your eyes a little as Rooster confided in you.

You wrote down ‘polaroid’ and circled it. This was something you felt needed to be in the tattoo.

I love having Rooster talk about his dad. And polaroids have always been a part of Bradley's life.

and this is a set up for this

You went to your desk to grab the fresh, clean roll of cling wrap and cut off a piece to wrap around his arm. “I’ll make sure you take proper care of that,” you said, going back to your desk.

That’s when you noticed it.

Finn had managed to find your old polaroid on your desk and snapped a beautiful moment of you and Bradley as you tattooed him.

You were tattooing him and he had obviously said something that made you laugh. Your head was thrown back and Bradley had this look of pure adoration on his face as he looked at you. “You look like your mom there,” he pointed out over your shoulder. You glanced back at him and then the photo, “And you look like your dad.”

You would take that photo home and put it in the album you had right in between a photo of your parents and a photo of his parents.

Honestly that piece was so fun to write and if you every need some Bradley fluff, it's got quiet a bit

K:

the angstiest thing is definitely a four way tie between:

Hesistation Duckie (a series) Find Piece in the Changing Colors Natural Disasters

and maybe I love you, Cowboy but that being angst was an accident 😅

T:

I don't think there are tropes I can't stand or don't like

I think I just have to be in a mood for a particular trope (if that make sense)

and there is a big possibility that I haven't been exposed to every trope so I don't really know if there's one I just will not read

but i'm willing to try anything once

X:

Now this may come as a shock to everyone...

but Jake Seresin...

most of my angst is centered around him because you have to force the man to show emotion

and out of like "ocs" or readers in my series

Duckie Bradshaw hasn't had a break in HOT minute

thank you so so much for your ask seb! these were fun to answer! love ya babes *mwah* ❤❤❤

ask me!

[future-oscarwinner]

Don't worry about it I go through the same thing (me not sending you an ask for a whole week) I don't take it personal, you'll reply when you reply I can wait :)

Yea this will probably be a big one again so get comfortable.

Oh boy the whole cheating thing. It was back in Monaco, people saw him with this young girl and he cheated on his wife. Worst part of it all his wife had given birth to his child (idk if it was a boy or girl) a few weeks before. I don't remember all the details I just remember being disgusted and feeling sorry for his wife.

Don't apologize it already very cool that you got into this crazy ass sport <3 There is still al lot of carlando stuff on youtube, I really recommend wathing the McLaren unboxed from 2020/2019 and the challanges they did together if you want a good laugh. Yea this season ending is definetly one of the more crazy ones.

Reb bull in it self is a pretty good team, they just suck at managing more than one driver. Its something they struggled with since the beginning and I don't think that it's going to changes as long as Verstappen is there. They are to focused on him to give younger drivers any room to grow and it suprised my they still have Perez (but maybe they'll ditch him for Ricciardo who knows really) But even before Verstappen the whole Seb Mark thing was also a small problem.

I don't think Lando will be able to thrive there. But he is smart if what Horner says can be trusted. Every time Red bull approaches him he goes to sign with McLaren a day later. I think with George going into his second season and Hamilton saying he wants to stick around a bit longer a move to Merc isn't going to happen any time soon. Hopefully McLaren will be able to build a good car for the upcoming seasons. I really hope Charles wins the wdc next year or maybe Lewis.

Don't you just love it when men give unsolicited advice, like did we ask for your opinion?! Ugh the "when I tell you, you should listen to me" I would rather die than listen to anything told to me in that way.

That's so cute I love it when girls support girls, especially in this hypermasculine sport. It gives you something to do in the off season. I'm curently going over the seasons that I can't really remember from my childhood.

I think that combined with Pierre inviting the FIA to come look at his bare ass was just to much for them. They give him so many stupid penalties but honestly I didn't expect anything different from the FIA.

I was standing in the store with my mom when I saw the announcement, I got so excited. She was also very happy when I told her. She is the person that got me into the sport and she used to be a very big schumi fan. Now we get to enjoy schumini together it's kind of wild really.

Fred better go make some drastic changes in the strategy area because boy did they keep fucking it up every race.

To be honest I just don't like his face, and the fact that he was able to pull ginger spice like how?

Like you know my day and evening could have gone better :/ Have a good night as well (or more like morning at this point) <3 also now that I'm off anon I send pictues as well <3

Thank you for understanding 💖

Omg he cheated what a pig!!! And right after she gave birth!!!

Yeah, but I wish I was there to experience it even though I think living through Carlando break up, Yukierre break up would have been my last straw so I'm kinda glad I wasn't there but yk

Yeah, Red Bull as a team is pretty solid. I want them to ditch Perez just so Danny could be on the grid, but I don't think we'd see much difference, maybe even history repeating itself :/

Lando is smart and aware of himself and his abilities and will not move to a team that will not treat him as a priority so that's why he stays with McLaren (a spoiled little brat 😇) i think his contract is until 2024. Also he's been talking about McLaren being his dream so my theory is he wants to win with McLaren first before he moves <3

Yeah, too bad no one can really influence my opinion when I already fixated it

FIA is a joke, especially with the recent news

Omg your mom is an f1 fan that's so cute 🥺

Most are saying that Fred is going to favor Charles, what do you think?

Omg yeah when I found out he pulled a ginger spice girl I was like :ooo

And hey you're off anon! Nice to finally meet you!! I hope things got at least a little bit better in between these few days and that you have an amazing rest of the day <3

[eyes-onthehorizon]

The Old Guard Provide... Leverage

It's the 1800s, and Martha recently left the employ of Sir Archibald Graham for reasons she can't discuss. The Old Guard help her get revenge and closure with a healthy dose of found family on the side. A reworking of February is a Month Like Any Other because it desperately needed editing. An Old GuardxLeverage mashup. Rape is implied and the circumstances around it are discussed in detail; the violence itself is only alluded to.

chapter one (ao3)

Two

Yusuf receives a letter, and we meet someone new.

emporium [empɔːriəm]

Word forms: plural emporiums, plural emporia

countable noun [formal]

An emporium is a store or large shop.

(“What are doing down there, Habibti?”

“It’s none of your business, Mister.”)

The birds sang as sweetly as they had the day Nicoló had departed. Yusuf sighed, and began their daily routine a cappella, sorely missing the accompaniment of his husband’s movements. He swept the floor, rearranged a few items… There. Your Local Emporium was now open for business.

The post arrived shortly after.

“’Ere, son. A romantic overture from your long-lost love.” Amadeus teased. The postie was as caring as he was nosy, and didn’t bother with hiding the torn edge of the envelope. Yusuf didn’t bother to protest it. Finally, he had some news.

As he pulled the paper from its wrapping, Yusuf felt his face light up. A letter from Nico! A letter containing hopefully vital information to the case they were building against Sir Graham, but a letter from his beloved nonetheless.

“Your omniscience inspires faith, Amadu,” Yusuf says, his tone wry but his eyes warm.

The other man chuckled. “As it should. See you tomorrow, Joseph.”

Yusuf waved him off, turning to go back into the shop before looking sharply over his shoulder. He scanned his surroundings before spotting what had caught his gaze. A sharp pair of eyes stared back through the hedge beside the shop entrance. He backed into the shop, slowly, only breaking eye contact at the last moment. Yusuf made his way to the apartment quickly, grabbing some food and a jug before stepping back out onto the shop floor, arranging them on the nearest flat surface before heading back downstairs to make himself busy.

He'd recently not-adopted an urchin, a tiny, bony, belligerent streak of red-and-eyes who refused any food or help unless she thought she was stealing it. Over the last three months, she’d said exactly six words to him, in a tone so reminiscent of Seb that he was immediately a goner. He’d taken to leaving portions of his meals around – taking a bite and stepping away on one pretext or another – and it looked like she could put away everything Nicoló eats in a day and then some. He’d forgotten just how much children could need.

The Emporium usually stayed empty ‘til noon on the weekdays, so Yusuf found himself a comfy spot close to the fire and began reading.

My dearest love,

It has been too long since I have held you in my arms. The pages of our love have been bound by fate and there is nothing that can stop my return to you now. I know I cannot make heads nor tails of anything but being in your presence once more.

Yours always,

N

It wasn’t his best work but the message was clear enough. Yusuf suddenly couldn’t contain himself: rushing around reordering things, feeding the fire. Checking the stock in the back, noticing that not only the food but the plate was gone, along with a very small whirlwind.

There was a small gang of boys who made it their business to “patrol” the neighbourhood. They weren’t too bad – not nearly as dangerous as the group of thugs they’d encountered when they’d last been in the New World – but they did like throwing their weight around. The second-in-command, Bean, was particularly aggressive. No one wanted to be on Bean’s bad side, so they mostly let him get away with whatever it was he wanted.

Duff was the leader (“Short for Macduff, Vanquisher of Evil!”) and the brains of the operation. He collected monthly dues from the shopkeepers and the coppers turned a blind eye to their patch, which had been exactly how Andy had wanted it when they were discussing areas of the city in which to open a front.

Duff collected, and if he didn’t, Bean would make sure that you didn’t forget the next payment.

It had been a week before Yusuf had made the connection between the tornado eating her way through his pantry and the gangly redhead who loomed over everyone. Yusuf suspected her brother knew where she was – she spent time enough in the Lights and Mirrors room to cause no end of trouble – and prayed every day he would continue feigning ignorance.

Yusuf sighed, stretched and read Nicoló’s letter for the fourth time that day, absentmindedly stirring his tea. His train of thought was interrupted by an obnoxious slurping. Raising his eyebrows at his companion, he risked an amused glance.

She only met his eyes for a moment before her gaze skittered away. “You should drink that before it gets cold.”

He hummed his reply before taking an equally obnoxious slurp of tea.

She giggled before she could think better of it. “I’m Tig.”

“I’m--”

“You’re Mr Kayson. You let me eat a lot and you’re in love with someone named N. Why do you let me stay? I hope it’s not because you feel sorry for me because I can take care of myself, thank you very much. But it’s nice here. Warm. Like a--”

It seemed Tig had saved up three months of conversation for this very moment. Yusuf was glad the tinkling of the bell gave her an excuse to breathe.

“It’s very nice to make your acquaintance, Tig. I’ll be right back.”

It was the Davis sisters, Yusuf realised with reluctance, who had floated into the shop. He wished he’d just stayed with Tig and the tea.

The Davis sisters were from the American South. They had been sent to England by their great-uncle, who had died and left them obscenely wealthy. Tig reacted to them like a cat responding to a cucumber; but thankfully, only within his eyeline. Yusuf mentally thanked whichever God was listening that the girls had only wanted ribbons that day and left the shop with little fuss.

He heard Tig sigh above him. “They’re so pretty. It’s a shame they’re so annoying.”

Yusuf just repressed a smile and fed the fire once more.