#simi’s writings

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

You will find another like me. I hope you do. I hope she has my exact personality, my mannerisms. I hope her voice lilts the same when she’s excited. I hope her nostrils flare when upset. I hope her gait shows she favors her right leg. I hope she’s strangely flexible and can put her left leg over her head, but only for a few seconds until her hips start straining. I hope our only difference is that you love her, truly love her. Because that’s why you treated me like this, right? You didn’t love me. And when you realize that, I hope the guilt eats you alive. When your lips brush hers, while they bruised mine, when your hands caress her body with love, while you painted mine with rage. I hope you daydream of her while I haunt your nightmares. I wish you the best.

I wish you the worst.

[homolonso]

13/10 F1 AO3 ships by amount of works posted

1. Lestappen 5,261 (5% increase from last month)

2. Maxiel 4,159 (1.5% increase)

3. Carlando 2,624 (2% increase)

4. Piarles 2,294 (1.1% increase)

5. Landoscar 1,962 (8% increase)

6. Brocedes 1,892 (3.5% increase)

7. Simi 1,857 (0.6% increase)

8. Charlos 1,325 (3.2% increase)

9. Sewis 1,294 (1.4% increase)

10. Rubon 1,209 (3.4% increase)

11. Chestappen 914 (7.5% increase)

12. Loscar 747 (6.5% increase)

13. Yukierre 620 (3.5% increase)

14. Webbonso 548 (1.9% increase)

15. Strollonso 408 (3.5% increase)

[backmarkerr]

Winter Pitstop moodboard by the wonderful @racingghost

[stripedstarsblueflags]

goodbye to a world

reading between the lines of the various goodbyes and dismissals to logan sargeant

Pt. 3: Oscar (press conference)

full series

not a goodbye (in the traditional sense of the word) but a fucking statement. obviously. because piastri.

the loscar dynamic is absolutely FASCINATING. out of all the friendships in the grid, this one plays a special role: it reminds the audience that there’s so much more than formula 1, there’s so much more to f1 drivers than this stage of their career. most of us (spectators) have a broad conception of the “typical” driver backstory; rich kid with rich parents, got in a go kart at age 4, karting and then single-seater and junior series was their whole life and they climbed up the ranks like rungs on a ladder. i think a lot of people who only watch f1 (myself included) tend to focus so much more on the Pinnacle of MotorsportTM that everything else just seems like prep. even though most if not all of the drivers grew up either 1) racing each other 2) watching each other on tv, we don’t really think of these relationships beyond and BEFORE f1.

until loscar. because what draws them together? they’re not teammates. they’re not rivals. williams is so far behind that they’re not even competitors. in many way, logan is entirely “out of oscar’s league”.

and yet they have this endearing, sweet, playful friendship that’s exactly what it seems like: people who have known each other since they were kids, grown up together, watched each other become the person they are today. there’s a casual, domestic intimacy neither of them have with their teammates, even if those relationships are also going well, because there’s this history element.

which is recalled no more vividly than when oscar and logan are compared. as they are too often.

total polar opposites. f1 stories practically the inverse of each other. one was a promising young talent who f1 teams had been keeping an eye on for years that, once thrown in the car at that “wait! isn’t he just a kid??” age, immediately proved his worth as a future superstar. Future World Champion, to quote the official moniker. “look at him go! look at OSCAR PIASTRI!” he’s a prodigy, he’s a social enigma, he’s a raw force of pure and driven talent.

then you have the other promising young talent who one f1 team had been keeping a loose eye on for years. who’s never done any free practices or tests. who’s barely even dipped his toe into the waters of f2. who’s shown a lot of raw potential but more noticeably, glittering fancy sponsors. who gets chucked into a car as a last-minute, scrapping underprepared and thrown-together plan B after the previous f2 graduate fails to keep his seat. and, while oscar soared off into the stratosphere, logan flops IMMEDIATELY.

go fucking figure. it’s almost like people like max verstappen and lewis hamilton are exceptions to the rule, not the rule itself, and an underprepared rushed overwhelmed rookie is actually NOT in a position to achieve immediate stardom! in fact, maybe that’s the OPPOSITE of what they need! so, in loscar, we have the exception to the rule (oscar) and the rule (logan). but that’s not the solidified narrative; the story, how history will remember the two of them, is that logan was nothing but a pale and washed-out shadow. always. open and shut case.

what does oscar have to say about it, though?

this was said to gp blog (great website); the full quotes from him are:

I sent him a text yesterday. He seemed okay. Obviously a little bit of a shock. Obviously it wasn't an easy time for him in F1. It was much more difficult for him than maybe I expected it to be going into F1. I think for me, his potential was much greater than what was on show in F1, for whatever reason it might be.

I know firsthand, being his teammate in the junior categories, racing him in basically everything, I know how quick he is. I don't think the change was completely unexpected...

Best of luck to him. Just a shame that, for whatever reason, he wasn't able to show everything that he's got. Because in the junior categories, he was genuinely one of the quickest guys I went up against. I think his potential is much greater than what some people have seen.

first of all, some BEAUTIFUL toeing-the-line from oscar here. he’s even more subtle than alex in that none of his words imply any sort of passive aggression or ill intent; the only emotion that’s really conveyed, in understated tones, is a mild perplexity about logan’s career and failure in general as opposed to its gut-wrenching end in question. the implications in his wording imply nothing more than a personal opinion, but the ambiguity itself is some massive shade. let’s take a closer look:

much more difficult for him than maybe i expected it to be- this is masterful. “yeah, that’s right. i’m the next-gen prodigal superstar talent with my future as a world champion pretty much written for me, and i’ve shown the skill to back it up, and not only did i know logan before the catastrophe of f1 but i regarded him with so much respect that i had actual expectations. his skill had become such an intertwined part of his character in my eyes that i just assumed things would go so much better. because i believed in him.”

his potential was much greater than what was on show in f1…- toeing the line again. balance. acknowledging both the reality and all the roads not taken. “i’m not making false claims. i’m not making excuses for him. i’m not blaming the car or the team or the lack of support or the disgrace or the mistreatment and i’m not challenging the results. i’m not talking about what happened, i’m talking about what could’ve happened. potential. i’m talking about everything that wasn’t on show– and by not on show i mean that his potential, his skill, his pace, him as a person was not seen or understood or respected or prioritized by anyone. i’m not saying ‘oh, one point in 36 starts is all anyone could do with x/y/z excuse’ i’m saying ‘you guys missed the point’.”

for whatever reason that might be/just a shame that, for whatever reason- fucking hell, this is harsh. this is practically an attack. “i’m not gonna make excuses, but i’m gonna leave this open. i’m not gonna call this bad luck or the way it goes sometimes or a bad break, i’m saying that Whatever Reason This Happened is not what should have happened. not a matter of chance or objective misfortune; this situation could have and should have worked out better and whatever obstacle got in the way of that was a matter of misjudgment.”

I know firsthand, being his teammate in the junior categories, racing him in basically everything, I know how quick he is- alex said something similar, about pace. “raw speed” he calls it. and it’s really interesting that his teammates, who learn firsthand about him as a racer, his driving style, his strengths, his weaknesses (whether they’ve been teammates for months or years) identify a specific trait/skill about logan rather than just making the empty claim that “he’s good” or “he’s better than this”. and this is very interesting coming from oscar in particular given his current teammate. lando isn’t the best starter or the best defender or the most coordinated overtaker, but even with all the areas he needs to work on he can still compensate for it by being really fucking fast. his pace is his defense; he gets clean air and boom, he’s fucking gone. obviously that’s an oversimplification but oscar directly competing against that and observing/absorbing that and bringing up the same category of skill in logan– even in flashback– can’t be overlooked. in addition: “yeah, i’ve raced against him in basically everything. you’ve watched him on tv in a backmarker team for a season or so? i’ve known him for YEARS. i know. i don’t care what you’re seeing, i’m the expert on this and i know.”

I think his potential is much greater than what some people have seen- shit, this is as close to passive aggression as he gets, but it’s still done so precisely and subtly that it’s almost an art form. i mean, leave it to oscar piastri to use the phrase “some people” and NOT make it sound like a straight up, poorly-veiled callout. try to use that in a sentence without seeming like you’re shit-talking someone, potentially in the room. this is part of the lovely passive-aggression classic: “….unlike SOME people” (sometimes while staring at them directly, depending on how passive you want the passive aggression to really be. so, he’s (in unofficial terms) calling out who– anyone who hasn’t seen logan’s potential. who have underestimated him. who have invalidated his situation and him as an athlete. this could be any category of haters– negative fans, petty journalists, the horrid type of reports who will ask questions like “what does it feel like to be the slowest driver in formula 1…”. and that would make perfect sense. almost perfect. if we thought oscar piastri paid any attention to the haters, his own or anyone else’s. if it was ever on his mind. so, people who haven’t seen his potential… what, like, team principals? the ambiguity in itself is simultaneously a direct implication and oscar piastri’s intelligence needs to be studied because it is sometimes terrifying.

oscar doesn’t make a statement on social media, doesn’t bring it up further, doesn’t make any sort of personal goodbye available to the media– of course he wouldn’t, not just because that’s incredibly private but also because he’s oscar and he’s basically kimi raikkonen (in this analogy lando is sunshine boy seb but that’s an idea for another post). oscar’s whole public image is that he doesn’t want to have a public image. he doesn’t give the media any more parts of himself than he’s contractually obligated to. what he does give is concise, serious, the strongest points in the fewest words. and because of the enigmatic, tantalizing nature of that approach paired with the fact that he’s a fucking brilliant driver, people listen to what he has to say.

so oscar has a lot more weight to throw around than alex. alex’s image is that he’s a cuddly sunshiney cat dad who is a living anomaly in that he’s a good driver and a total sweetheart at once. whether or not what he says comes from the heart (it does. he’s alex) the reaction can always be “awww look at alex he’s such a nice guy :)” and the focus is on the kindness of the gesture/praise/respect itself rather than what alex is actually saying. so if alex says logan had more potential, that’s alex being alex.

if oscar says logan had more potential, that’s a fucking statement. and if the media wasn’t coming for JV’s head at this point, oscar just gave them a diagram for how to build a guillotine.

beautiful.

[shineon3]

Some Simi smut because I visioned and @summer04rayne threatened me :3

Seb closes his eyes, sweaty blonde locks plastered on his forehead making it hard to see in front of him. There's a distant buzz in his ears, and he whines, shivering when a cold hand oh so gently caresses his cheek, a thumb carefully pressing down on the bulging skin.

“So good for me, kulta”

He's on his knees, relishing in the ache spreading in his muscles, mind overflowing with thoughts yet blissfully empty, body overheated, bracketed by Kimi's powerful thighs, the safest place he knew. He moans at the praise, the sound muffled as he suckles as best as he can on the older man's cock, tears slowly falling as he feels it hitting the back of his throat every so often.

“Seb, rakas, look at you, so pretty, so eager…”

He whines, cheeks burning up as he blushes, Kimi's sweet praises hitting their marks as his own cock throbs, blurting precum on his already messy thighs. Kimi is steadily fucking his mouth now, big hands holding onto Seb's hair as he trusts his hips almost lazily, groans falling from his parted lips.

He's a mess, drool and tears adorning his face, lips swollen red and hair dishevelled, but he knows Kimi's definitely not any better. He slowly opens his eyes, blinking as the overhead light blinds him for a bit. Above him, Kimi looks… holy. His pupils were blown, black void rimmed blue, awe, wonder and hunger making Seb shiver as he grips the older’s thighs harder, trying to ground himself.

The younger zones out for a moment, enjoying the heaviness of his boyfriend’s cock on his tongue. One of the hands in his hair suddenly tugs, not too hard, but enough to make him lose focus, and he chokes a bit before being pulled off Kimi's cock.

He pouts, a string of spit still connecting his lips to the tip. Kimi smirks, thumb pressing on Seb's spit wet lips, eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Now, now, don't pout, kulta. I promised I'd give you a reward, didn't I?”

He doesn't wait for a reply, pulling Seb up until he's straddling his lap, soft and pliant and all too willing to get wrecked by the older man. He immediately pulls Kimi into a kiss, messy and filthy, all tongues and teeth, his arms wrapped around the older’s neck, Kimi's hands around his hips in a bruising grip. He whines in the kiss as the Ferrari driver bites his bottom lip before pulling back with a smile.

Wordlessly, he picks up Seb, gently laying him down on the bed, taking a moment to admire the artwork on his pale skin, the bite marks spread all over it, the new and shiny bruises over his hips, the ones fading around his wrists and thighs. Kimi slowly kisses all over them, worshiping his body, grinning as he feels Seb's dick throb when he places a kiss to the wet head.

One of his hands presses against the younger's inner thigh, and he makes a pleased sound when Seb’s legs fall open without a protest. Thumbing at the love bite he left there, he relishes in the gasps and moans Sebastian lets out as he pushes two fingers inside him, meeting little to no resistance, still open and wet from the last time.

“Sweetheart? What do we say, hm?”

Seb shakes his head, blue eyes glazed over, making grabby hands at Kimi, whinging.

“Bitte, Kimi, I was good, I was good, versprechen, inside, bitte!”

Kimi adds a third finger for good measure, making a scissoring motion with them, hitting Seb's prostate on every trust, and moves up, pressing a kiss to the corner of Sebastian's lips.

“Of course, kulta, you've been such a good boy for me…”

He pulls his fingers out, chuckling softly when Seb whine at the loss, and stretches his arm, reaching for the lube and properly slicking his cock.

Seb almost screams when his boyfriend pushes inside, vision blurring for a good while, and he's pretty sure he just came untouched. He grips onto Kimi's back for dear life, nails undoubtedly leaving angry red marks on the pale skin. His thighs wrap around the older’s hips as he starts trusting mercilessly, his cock basically assaulting Seb's prostate with every push.

He's barely aware of his own body, tears, drool and sweat painting his face and body. His thighs are shaking, his vision swimming, and every single thought has been reduced to mush. He's babbling incoherently, a mix of sounds, german and broken english, words barely getting out between moans, let alone making sense. He thinks he came at least twice more in the eternity between Kimi pressing inside him and whenever now is, every orgasm leaving him more wrung out than the previous one.

His arms had fallen back on the bed at some point, clutching weakly at the blanket under him, letting Kimi use him as he pleases. Seb barely registers the older blonde’s words, a string of praises in softly whispered finnish washing over him, covering him in their safe warm hold. He whines brokenly when Kimi stills inside him, closing his eyes and surrendering to exhaustion.

° ° °

When Seb wakes up again, he feels… clean, like someone took the time to wash him and tuck him in bed. His body's less achy, comfortably warm, and he's wearing one of his boyfriend’s big shirts.

Next to him, Kimi is asleep, holding him tightly in his arms, expression content and peaceful. Seb smiles at the sight, craning his neck to kiss his boyfriend’s soft lips before curling back in his hold. He hums, closing his eyes, and relaxes, letting himself be held and taken care of.

Yeah, he's definitely marrying this man.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Belgian Grand Prix - Kimi Räikönnen(ft. Giancarlo Fisichella & Sebastian Vettel)

[f1-disaster-bi]

For my dear @wolfsbanesbite

Kimi had never really felt at home anywhere. He had always thought of his parents house as just that. The place he grew up, where he chased his brother around the garden and let their mother record their heights against the door frame. It was where he had grown, but it was never home. His first apartment wasn't either. It was a little run down place nver his university. The door barely locked on a good day, and he was sure there was mould in the ceiling. It had been all he could afford at the time, and he had tried to make it a home. He had filled it with hockey posters and little knick knacks but something was always missing. Kimi had tried to make it a home, but he couldn't. He struggled with it for five years, and then he had tried to make his new apartment a home too. It was more upscale. Still small, but it had brighter windows and paint and no mould hiding in the ceiling. It was perfect for someone starting their career, and yet he still felt empty standing in it. It wasn't until he met Sebastian that he realised that home didn't have to be a place' it could be a person. Sebastian had burst into his life one morning in a sleepy little coffee shop. He was sunshine and messy curls and red flushed cheeks. He wore the most hidieously pattern and coloured sweeter that assulted Kimi's eyes, but he couldn't look away from. Bright blue eyes had stolen his breath, and when Sebastian had sat down bodly at his table and introduced himself to Kimi, Kimi had fallen right there and then. He had asked Sebastian once about why he had sat there that morning when Kimi was inhaling the most amount of coffee possible and gruntng at some of his questions, and Sebastian had just laughed. "Our eyes met, and you felt like home", Sebastian had grinned, kissing his cheek as if he hadn't just up ended Kimi's entire world with a simple sentence. It had been clear then, and everything that happened after had made Kimi feel as if he was finally awake and alive. They had bmarried after four years. A small ceremony surrounded by friends all in casual wear, and it was in a small barn. Sebastian had had flowers in his hair, and Kimi had matching flowers in his shirt pocket, and he had found his home. Even now, as he lay his head on Sebastian's chest as the sun crept into their room, Kimi felt settled. There were fingers in his hair, carding softly through blonde locks. There was a warm chest under him. Am arm across his waist and his own across Sebastian's body. Their breathes were one and the same and it made Kimi's heart skip with how happy he was here. "What are you smiling about, Schatz?", Sebastian ased sleepily. The rumble of his words, soothing to Kimi's ears as the Finn just continued to smile. "I'm listening to your heart beat", he whispered after a moment before he looked up at Sebastian in the glow of the morning light, "It sounds like home"

[vsyrworld]

get to know my favorite driver's ship

this was made by me and for me and i wrote fanfic about them!!!

(fyi; i started watching f1 in 2015 so ofc you guys KNOW what my FIRST and ULTIMATE ship)

(older f1 ships: )

Brocedes :D (childhood friends, teammates, rivals, anything but a lover - crofty 2021)

OH COME ON. I will write an essay about their history. BUT ANYWAY, despite their toxic year in 2015/2016, I still adore how young nico and lewis friendship or whatever they had in Greece back then and I still keep this ship alive until the 2021 season. Their battle on the track was BEYOND TOXIC, yet their battle off the track (media drama) is HILLAARIOUS. How come Lewis accidentally spills out, the name that shouldn't be spoken for Half of DECADE. God both of them are dramas king. NICO PODCAST omg the talk with Alain prost and they compared his vs Senna battle with HIS AND Lewis's battle PLUS when Nico's storytelling his "friendship" history in ITALY at the SPONSOR EVENTS *CRIED* and lewis always mentioned how he loves ice cream and do cheating day in imola and monza BECAUSE IT WAS NICO WHO INTRODUCE THE FOOD THERE. ugh I hate and love them at the same time. (I do include some Seb/NICO too because I like see Lewis getting rilled up)

2. Kimi and Seb (I ADORE THIS A LOT)

my calm and serenity wise iconic ferrari couple. I feel like Kimi was the rock ice and water for Seb to prevent him from burnout because of ferrari. during 2017-2018, Seb pushed hard (same like Charles) and yet the car reliability fuck his championship standing. and kimi (--kimi was the last ferrari champion hiks) kimi just so attentive to seb and I genuinely like both of them being rebels to whole ferrari tradition (like they don't do rollercoaster thingy, they DON'T master Italian, they just become their self and being so comfortable in their own bubble, fuck world). I had noticed also Seb (and Gio) is the only teammate that can make Kimi laugh. I just super super adore them!

3. Maxiel (TRADITIONALSHIP! I REFUSE OTHER SHIP FOR MAX BESIDE DANIEL. I REFUSE!)

ugh should I explain them? THE CHAOTIC GAYEST ENERGY IN WHOLEEE 2016 GRIDS COME ON. I love how Daniel basically took young rookie Max under his arm and just had fun on and off the track with It? The biggest flop was when Max was just so hotheaded and they crashed in Baku. I thought their relationship gonna be stranded but GUESS WHAT? MAXIEL IS STILL ALIVE UNTIL NOW HELLO? and their relationship is so real not only for the camera but also out the camera. The other highlight moment is when Max is already 'too big' daniel really steps down from RBR because he knows, Max will outshine him, and he knows (what he learned from brocedes too) that it's better to go the other way.

(newer)

4. Dando (COMFORT SHIIP Not romantically also)

I thought daniel was max soulmate but LANDO excuse me? They can share daniel If they want. i just love how lando becomes so silly and blushes like school teenager around Daniel. i love how they INFLUENCE each other. I think because I feel nostalgic with them because they really similar with Maxiel in 2017 era, just one season before Daniel goes to renault, Maxiel was strained on thin paper. Dando other hands, well Daniel mostly, struggled in McLaren (with the papaya fans also still adore Carlos that time and refuse to let go him) plus Lando was shining bright just like Max 2016. Again, daniel he stepped OUT (this time). I guess, that similarity made me miss maxiel too.

5. last one C2 (Charlos) gosh, please!! ultimate!!!

loving and adoring them was expected though. It wasn't because they're both handsome (I already know Carlos was goofy ever since his Renault era so I never consider him as a handsome man) BUT DANG BOY, RED ON CARLOS WAS SOMETHING ELSE? RED ON CARLOS, BLACK ON CARLOS WAS SAKDAJSKDFHLKJSAFHKJAF.

-- okay back to the c2. It was a slow build okay? I realized that they are special during Carlos's first podium, Monaco 2021. Charles WAS LIKE ME. Blushing giggling, shy gazes toward Carlos. they are so endearing. Both of them are the victims of the Ferrari team. But I think they both understand each burden (Charles being the predestinated one, and Carlos had to prove his talent bcs he is a two times world champion son) plus, the way Ferrari screwed Charles in 2019. The team was cracked but with Carlos, I didn't expect this cursed team is heal :"D (Crying) and Charles become more relaxed, more enjoyed, even his coping mechanism is with laughter and Carlos just matches his energy. Idk , they gave me... a relationship through ups and downs.

and I realized there are so many people trying to pit them against each other, their fans are constantly arguing about who is the best and better driver, always dragging one of them down, but guess what is Carlos and Charles's response? it's completely differs from real life. They knew and fucking see it their fans tension. Carlos's anger to the Spanish media has already proven enough he had enough of these things. Charles also said in an interview that "what he saw about him and Carlos is nowhere true". they are the best PR relationship couple out there, but I also can see a genuine, how they know each other so weell. How Charles kept the football game updated just because of Carlos, how Carlos knows his favorite food, how they had their own internal jokes,

they are both soo lowkey on the camera during and outside the race. and I think that Is why people never hype them like carlando or everyone's favorite childhood rival to lovers lesttapen. And I thought they didn't really hang out with each other that much but WHAT WAS THAT SUMMER BREAK? HUH? YOU IN MALORCA AND WENT TO SOUTHERN FRENCH? What were the matching Instagram feeds color and aesthetic at New York? WHAT WAS THE THING ABOUT PASTA CARBONARA UN LUNGA NON PENNE? WHAT WAS THAT THING CHARLES SLEPT ON THE FLOOR just to accompany Carlos watching World Cup? The dolomites? The Sardinia?

there are soo many thing that they keep it so low-profile and under camera, and yet their conversation is so domestic.

[iamred-iamyellow]

what if I wrote a florist seb x tattoo artist kimi fic what then

[tooxmanyxships]

Feel free to send me prompts/questions while I'll be going through a shift from hell at work.

You can check out my prompt tag (it's in my pinned post) for inspo if you want.

As always, all drivers (current and past) and all pairings are welcome.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

“Feyre, calm down.” Elain had her hands outstretched towards her sister, who was pacing across one of the many balconies in the House of Wind. In hindsight, moving her here was a terrible idea, with so many places Feyre could jump over during her episodes, but the redstone of the ancestral home had proved fire-resistant; Feyre couldn’t burn it down like the now charred back-half of the River House.

[f1-birb]

Simi and "Could I come into bed with you?"

okay so I've at least told you this Em 😅 but have a snippet posted (inspired by that line) because the full thing is running away from me surprise surprise

Seb smiles as he pulls the door to Lando's room to almost closed, just enough for the light to peek in and cast a golden strip across the room. He can still see where Lando is fully snuggled under his blankets, curls already a sleep ruffled mess and the long and ridiculously soft ear of his stuffed bunny tucked beneath his cheek. It's incredibly endearing.

He briefly pokes his head into Charles’ room, hides his grin at the boy’s nose being stuck into yet another new book. They'd taken a trip to the local bookstore on the edge of town only two days before, choosing a collection to fill up the reading nook tucked in between the dining room and the conservatory.

Charles had loved the trip, easily filling his little basket with books, though neither he nor Kimi had missed how his eyes kept straying towards the electric piano in the corner of the room. At least one of Charles' birthday presents for next month is sorted.

“You all settled Charlie?” Seb asks, laughs softly when Charles startles and smacks himself in the face with his book.

“Don't do that!” Charles whines but he can tell the boy isn't upset, maybe a little embarrassed but not truly annoyed with him.

“Sorry Charlie, I didn't mean to. Just checking you're winding down for bed okay.”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Did Lando go sleep okay?”

Seb’s chest floods with warmth. From the first day he met the boys, Charles had made it clear how seriously he takes his role as the eldest, so he's not surprised he's checking in on his youngest brother.

“He put up a little fuss, but as soon as your isä gave him a bottle with the meds in he was out like a light. I don't think he's moved since.”

Charles nods, mouth still a tight little line before it smooths out, clearly satisfied.

[arkhammaid]

Just read "Whe The Heat Hits," and now I desperately need to read how did it go between Kimi and Charles.

about this fic

it has only happened once but charles will forever remember it as the best heat ever... kimi KNOWS how to deal with mouthy omegas and he treats them well 🙂‍↕️

[raikkoberg]

Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kimi Räikkönen/Sebastian Vettel Characters: Kimi Räikkönen, Sebastian Vettel Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pining, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Idiots in Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Summary:

Sebastian Vettel is a racer.

 Kimi Räikkönen is a businessman.

 They meet. Worlds collide. Seasons Change.

 But as a wise soul once said- falling in love was never the initial plan.

 Or was it?

@ill-procastinato 

[watercolor-hearts]

It's 0:01 so Happy Birthday @rednyx-sf !!! 🎂🎁❤ Love you. I hope you'll have a nice day. 😊

This story is not the Daniel one I originally planned to write for your birthday (and already showed you a bit of it) because for some reason I'm struggling with it a bit. So I wrote this little hurt/comfort story instead. Nothing big, nothing spectacular, just a moment from their days. ❤

Seb/Kimi • 623 words • headache • hurt/comfort • mentions of depression • cuddling & snuggling • hugs • Ao3 link

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“Is everything okay?” Kimi asked when he noticed his boyfriend sitting in their kitchen with his head buried in his hands.

“My head hurts,” Seb mumbled, not lifting his head when Kimi placed his hand between Seb’s shoulder blades, his touch sending warmth all over Sebastian’s body.

“Then why don’t you take medicine?” Kimi asked simply, “Why are you letting yourself suffer?”

Sebastian debated whether to answer the question because sometimes he felt like it was better if he didn’t tell Kimi everything that was going on inside him.

“Take this,” Kimi said, putting a pill and a glass of water on the kitchen island, bringing Sebastian back from his thoughts, “It will help with the pain.”

Seb sighed and closed his eyes for a moment to gather energy and bravery, “I don’t want to take another medicine.”

“Why?”

“I already have to take a lot when I simply could just be okay and not this fucking weak—”

“Hey, don’t say that about yourself.”

“Why?” Sebastian snapped, lifting his head to look at Kimi, “Don’t say ‘because it’s not true’. It’s true. We both know it.”

“I’m still going to say it’s not true. You’re one of the strongest people I know, Seb. You’re still here, you’re still fighting. What’s this if not strength?” Kimi asked, looking straight into Seb’s tired eyes, wanting to make all his pain go away. “I’m not going to force you to take this painkiller but I still want to help,” he cupped Seb’s face, his thumb caressing his boyfriend’s cheek. “What about I darken the room and then we take a nap and see if it helps?”

Seb turned around to fully face Kimi and pulled him a bit closer to bury his face into Kimi’s chest. “Promise you will stay and I won’t be alone and slip back?” he mumbled, making Kimi raise a brow with concern, “I’m scared of the dark. All kinds of dark. I just… I don’t want it again.”

It has been a long and difficult journey for Seb to try and get better after all those dark, dark months of depression after retiring from racing. A lot of things have changed and some of them won’t ever be the same again. But he needs something… Someone who has always been there for him. Even when he tried to push him away.

“I’m going to stay I promise,” Kimi reassured Seb, hugging him and kissing his hair, making sure he knew Kimi was there for him, “I promise I won’t leave you alone. Never again. You can hold onto me, lie on top of me, whatever you want. I want you to feel safe. No more darkness, never again. I promise. I won’t even darken the room if you don’t want me to.”

“Thank you,” Seb let out a relieved sigh. “You can darken it if I can turn on the night light.” The night light they have been using since Kimi found out Seb has difficulties falling asleep in completely dark rooms since he left the hospital after a month of staying there and getting used to sleeping in dim light.

“Of course you can.”

A few minutes later they were lying on the bed, Kimi was in his usual position, on his back, and Seb was snuggling him, face pressed to Kimi’s side, his hand on Kimi’s chest.

“Sleep well, darling,” Kimi whispered after Seb closed his and stopped moving. “I’m going to stay here with you I promise,” he said, hand on Seb’s back to hold him close.

“Thank you,” Seb murmured, letting the slow and even rise and fall of Kimi's chest help him drift off.

And in the end Kimi really did stay and made Seb’s headache go away.

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f1 ships as trilogy songs

i always love doing the weeknd x f1 crossovers so this was a no brainer.

1. Til Dawn (Here Comes The Sun) - sewis

ok i took inspo from fool’s gold by cazio for this but STILL. the idea of lewis hating seb and then returning to nico and seb being a rebound just can’t leave my mind, and then the tender moments they share hence “youre in my arms”

2. The Birds Pt. 1 - seblonso

a ship w a lot of tension and history but kinda underrated. Theyre both slags tho. What do we do with this info? and alonso’s consistent ambiguity morally? He’s just another guy. it works for me

3. Echoes Of Silence - sebson

i always feel like sebson is a pairing that never met its potential. they were always on the edge of confessing but were dancing with the idea, so i think this song captures that perfectly and i mean look at this image

4. Montreal - lewlonso

yes. hm. this seems adequate. something delicate and fragmented. its quite simple actually!!!!! thats all… LYING COMES NATURAL TO ME of course it does freaks

5. Heaven Or Las Vegas - sebmark

this might be the most accurate yet even beyond lyrics since it has an aggressive sound. sebmark were erotic and petty … mark was dunked on by a twink and the tension was THERE… “i am god” ok seb lol

6. Lonely Star - lewson/jenis

slagclaren or whatever they say... their tension was THICK and they were both ravenous. lewis more than jense... like we all know abt the twitter thing. theyre just british and beautiful idk

7. Same Old Song - brocedes

ik i said all applies but this hits the nail. the vengeance, regret, pain, all of it bla bla yk it. Ik hes singing about the club but "you can take another shot every time u hear me playing in the club" is litch them and works both ways

idk if im accurate. all i know is all of these songs apply to brocedes 😩