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zigrethsnotebook · 1 month ago

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Hi!! I have to say that I suspect that your fics inspire me to some ideas. Eheh, it turns out that this happens. I have a request, I hope you like it. Girl-Reader and Ford. The reader is quite withdrawn, she is not afraid of people, she just does not like when there are many of them. She spends a lot of time outdoors with a guitar and… sings to all sorts of cryptids and mythical creatures. She is not interested in them from a scientific point of view, she treats them as something ordinary. She is not afraid of Gobblewonker, playdopuses, griffins and so on, and these cryptids themselves over time begin to behave quite peacefully and calmly near her. The reader is a bit of a Cryptid Whisperer)) She does not care at all, she just likes to sing in nature, the company of all sorts of creatures does not bother her. And at some point Ford notices that the girl is trying to stay away from people and closer to the forest. And when he sees the Reader singing for Gobblewonker, he wonders if she is a cryptid too? Or a half-breed? Are there half-breeds? And he starts following her, taking notes and simply falling in love. And the Reader starts noticing him often and doesn't understand why he is following her? This continues until one day she just calls him closer to her, since he is here anyway, it is better to sit on a blanket and not in the bushes, right? And that's how they get to know each other. I wrote a lot again, although the idea itself is stupidly simple, I really apologize for this! I hope you like the request) have a good time of day and inspiration to you!

oh my god, this is such a cute idea, i love it a lot actually!!

Are you a Siren?

Ford x Reader

words: 2,430

tags: sfw, fluff

The sun was shining through your window as you woke up, immediately lifting your mood, even before getting up. You knew it was going to be a good day with weather like that. In a couple of practised movements you got dressed and made yourself breakfast.

Work was equally great, surprisingly. You worked as a waitress in the local diner which means you have to interact with customers every day. And some of those people just love to be difficult. Not today though. It was just the regulars and everyone was in an equally good mood because the weather had finally cleared again.

The last week had been nothing but rain and thunder so basically the entire town was outside today, soaking in the sun. It was nice. But, as always, the longer your workday went on, the more exhausted you felt from having to talk to people and put on a smile for them.

When your shift was finally over you quickly got home to dress more casually and then went out into the woods. You took a thick blanket to sit on, because the ground would surely still be wet. You also brought your guitar.

When you found a nice spot on a little clearing, far away from the troubles of the towns-people, you spread your blanket and sat down, leaning your back against a tree.

You basked in the sunlight for a few moments. Soon, some little critters jumped out of the woods onto the clearing, sniffing in your direction and ever so carefully moving closer to you. You didn’t see them at first with your eyes closed and your face turned upwards.

You only noticed when one of them sniffed your hand and you could actually feel the air move against it. It wasn't too surprising though, you had come to this place many times and most of the woodland creatures knew your scent by now.

Without moving your hand away you opened your eyes to look at the animal. It was a Beard Cub with two more close behind it. You smiled and turned your hand around. "Aw, are you looking for some after shave? Sorry, I don't have any with me."

At that the Cub turned and scuttled away from you, the other two following close behind. You chuckled at the sight, those creatures always looked so silly. After another moment you decided it was time for your guitar. You pulled it into your lap and began tuning it.

When you decided that the chord sounded good, you started on a simple melody, something that would warm your vocal cords up.

Watch the sunrise along the coast As we're both getting old I can't describe what I'm feeling And all I know is we're going home So, please don't let me go Don't let me go And if it's right, I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face Save your tears, it'll be okay All I know is you're here with me Ooh-ooh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

During that first verse you heard some twigs crack behind you. You didn’t look though, you knew the creature doesn't like being looked at.

Watch the sunrise as we're getting old, oh-oh I can't describe, oh-oh I wish I could live through every memory again Just one more time before we float off in the wind And all the time we spent waiting for the light to take us in Have been the greatest moments of my life

As you sang, more and more creatures poked their heads out of the forest, looking for the source of the music. You spotted a big creature that looked like some sort of goblin or something. In another corner, you saw a little plaid coloured platypus. You smiled.

I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face Save your tears, it'll be okay You're here with me Ooh-ooh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I can't describe, oh-oh

By the time you finished the song, many creatures had gathered around you at varying distances. The big Goblin-like thing stayed furthest away. Maybe because it knows that the others are afraid of it.

You looked around and spotted something that looked like a mix between a Leprechaun and a unicorn. A little more to the left you saw a few fairies sitting on a few mushrooms and quietly throwing up for some reason. If they didn’t like your singing they could just fly away, right?

"What do you say, guys? Do you want me to sing another song?" Most of the creatures made some kind of noise of agreement and you went back to it, placing your fingers on the strings and singing another song.

You'll fall asleep with your head on the grass And your eyes so heavy, they'll weigh you down when you laugh You ran to me and said, "Baby, I can't rest" I told you no one in this world has either, we're blessed

As you sang you continued to look around, the creatures had by now more or less become your friends. You knew they liked you or they wouldn't flock to you like this. All of them sat or laid on the ground, their eyes closed and smiles on their faces. At least all of the ones that could smile.

I know you struggle to see it sometimes And you struggle to sleep at night But just know I'm watchin' over you, ooh You lay and stare at the wall Enough troubles to trouble us all But just know I'm feelin' it too, ooh

Here and there you caught one of the creatures fall asleep to the sound of your voice. You didn’t blame them, it was the perfect day for a nap in the woods to some live music.

I was wonderin' if you'd like to come inside And sit with me so I don't die I love you so and I'll never let you go And may the Lord be with you no matter where you go

You let your gaze wander around the clearing again. You spotted some Gnomes scattered between the other creatures, some of them were laying on their stomach and kicking their feet. You also spotted some weirdly shaped ducks, a winged octopus sitting in a tree, the man who's been following you and the beard cubs again.

You took a deep breath after you finished the song and heard some of the Gnomes applauding softly. You thanked them quietly, not wanting to wake the creatures that had fallen asleep.

Your gaze landed on that man again. The one who's been following you? Yeah. Somehow, he always found you when you decided to relax in the forest. You didn’t mind all that much anymore, but you used to. The first few times had really freaked you out.

You had been scared to go home as much as you were scared to stay. These creatures would never hurt you, you knew that much. But a random man? Way scarier.

But he never did anything. Always kept away from you, never leaving the treeline when you sat in the clearing. He never said anything, never made any sudden movements. The first few times, he left before you did. Once, you left first. You could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest.

By that time you had more or less accepted him as one of the creatures, but having to go before him made all your worries bubble up again. You were convinced he'd follow you home. But he didn’t. Didn’t even get up at all. He just sat there and watched you leave. Somehow, that had eased your worries a little.

When you sang, he held the same expression as all the creatures did. Just pure bliss and contentment. You even caught him dozing off once. It was actually kind of cute, with his glasses all crooked, almost falling off of his face.

Right now though? He was scribbling something in his notebook again. It was a big red one that he always carried with him when he was here. Sometimes you wondered what he was writing in it. It had to be almost full by this point.

Today, you were in such a good mood that you decided to finally talk to him. He was a regular human guy after all! At least as far as you could tell. And if he actually was another creature of the forest? Even better.

"Hey, Mister. You don't need to hide from me, you know that, right?" You looked directly at him so that when he looked up and found your gaze on him, he jumped back slightly. It made you chuckle. Did he really think you hadn't noticed him?

"Why don't you sit with me and show me what you've been writing in that notebook of yours all this time?" His eyes widened in excitement. He got up and took a step closer to you but then halted abruptly. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I just... Are you a Siren?"

You leaned your head to the side and looked at him in confusion. "What?" The question came out as a chuckle, because you found his worry a little ridiculous.

He looked around awkwardly and swallowed thickly. "If you are then I would put myself in grave danger getting closer to you." You chuckled some more. "I'm not a siren." He went to take another step and then retracted his leg again.

"How do I know you're not lying?" Now this was just getting ridiculous. "Well, if I was a Siren, why wouldn't I just sing a song and compel you to come over here?" Surely, he couldn't argue against that.

"Is that not what you've been doing?" You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What makes you say that?" The man played with the edges of his book a little, thinking his words over.

"I... About two months ago I was sitting outside on my porch when I heard the most beautiful voice echoing through the forest. Naturally, I wanted to find the source and there you were. In the same spot you're in now."

He gestured towards you as he said that. "I wanted to approach you further right then but I managed to stop myself and instead tried to study you." You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Study you? You weren't that interesting.

"I've been trying to figure out whether or not you're a siren since that first day but I just can't figure it out. You draw all these creatures, me included, in with your song. I mean, look at the Gremloblin over there." He pointed at the big goblin-like creature.

"I have never seen him this relaxed. He almost killed my research assistant once." The man turned back to you with a sigh. "I just don't know. I don't understand you at all. Because. If you aren't a siren, then how are we all so drawn in by you and why do you have such an incredible effect on everyone?"

He looked so distraught and you couldn't help but smile at him again. "I guess you just really underestimate the power of music." His eyes locked with yours and you patted the blanket next to you. "Come on. I won't bite. I promise."

Hesitantly, he walked over to you and sat down next to you on the blanket. You leaned over your guitar and pointed at his notebook. "Aren't you gonna show me?"

The poor man's face flushed a bright red at the request. "I-I... I don't think that would be a good idea." He tried to move the book away from you and you pouted at him. "Show me, or I'll never sing in this forest again."

That got quite the rise out of a lot of the creatures surrounding you both. You even heard one of the Gnomes shout: "Just show her your damn drawings you idiot!" You chuckled at the reaction. They really enjoyed having you here, huh?

He swallowed and slowly opened it up. It was page after page of drawings of you with your guitar. On some there was some text.

Siren? Calming Siren? Is there such a thing as a Siren that doesn't hunt but just sings for the sake of singing? - Heavens, she is beautiful. - Her voice is angelic. - Is the risk of dying at the hand of a siren really worth it? Well, if I get to see and hear her one more time, then yes.

You blushed a bright crimson at all the drawings and compliments that were scattered on the pages. After a moment you looked up at him again to find his cheeks equally red.

"Oh my god." You breathed the words, your voice not quite with you. A panic went through the man. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you... o-or be weird or anything. I-I honestly didn’t think you'd ever see this. And if you're really not- Oh, no. You are just a normal human aren't you? Oh, Lord. I am so sorry. This must be so strange-"

You put a hand on his shoulder, which immediately shut him up, looking at you with wide eyes. "I am... flattered. Those drawings are really pretty. And I am... happy... that you enjoy listening to my singing so much."

The man looked like he was about ready to cry from embarrassment. You smirked at him. "It would have been a lot easier to just ask me out though." The guy cringed at being called out like that and you just laughed and leaned back against the tree.

It took you singing a whole song before you realized that you never introduced yourself to the man. You did and he told you his name was Stanford Pines. You could have sworn you saw a Stanford Pines in the diner a couple of times, but that guy looked nothing like him.

Either way, after a little more time spent singing and relaxing together, he managed to actually ask you out on a date. You gladly accepted. This was going to be quite something to tell Lazy Susan tomorrow.

#btw if anyone's interested the songs are #Here with me by d4vd #Lullaby by Simi #zigreth answers #gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #zigreth writes #stanford pines #ford pines x reader #stanford pines x reader

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stripedstarsblueflags · 4 months ago

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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.

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shineon3 · 9 months ago

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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.

#f1 #ficlet #simi #sebastian vettel #kimi raikkonen #smut #once again writing instead of studying for my exams

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fredwardart · 21 days ago

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Pulse

Kimi Räikkönen/Sebastian Vettel • 215 words • Cardiophilia • Domestic Fluff • Seb is a Cardiophile

For @wolfsbanesbite 😊

(thank you to @watercolor-hearts for being the font of all cardiophile wisdom and helping me word things).

Full story under the cut.

"I can't find my pulse." Kimi spoke into the silence.

Seb turned his attention away from his book and looked over the brim of his reading glasses. His lips curled up into an amused smile as he watched Kimi run his fingers over his wrist haphazardly.

"Here." Seb reached across the arm of his chair to Kimi's outstretched hand.

Seb found his radial artery almost instantly, but he couldn't resist taking a second to let his fingertips wander along the tendon in his wrist. Kimi's skin was always soft, irresistible to touch.

Kimi watched intently as his radial artery pulsed under Seb's fingers. He could feel how it was slow and steady, but it picked up a little as he imagined the effect it would be having on Seb. He hoped it was making Seb feel as warm inside as he does whenever he laid eyes on him.

"71." Seb stated, his voice light with curiosity. "Why did you want to take your pulse?"

Kimi offered a small smile as he took Seb's hand in his.

"I wanted to hold your hand."

Seb chuckled, smiling softly. He focused his attention back onto his book, and gave Kimi's hand a soft squeeze, running his thumb over the wedding ring on Kimi's finger.

#simi #cardiophilia #my writing #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #kimi räikkönen

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watercolor-hearts · 1 month ago

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Masterpost for my cardiophilia-related stories, universes and art in the Formula 1 fandom

[Cardiophilia = heartbeat kink, in both sexual and non-sexual form here]

Logan/George/Alex universe

Short description: In this universe Logan finds comfort in George's heartbeat during the difficult times in F1 (and later in his own heartbeat, too), and slowly develops a really close friendship with both George and Alex which then turns into love.

(Polyamory, non-sexual cardiophilia.)

10K words long introduction post with the roleplay that’s the base of this universe: here.

Second roleplay post that’s basically just a short addition to the universe: here.

George spots his visible heartbeat after training and sends his boyfriends a video of it: here.

Logan and Alex comfort George after his 2024 Belgian GP disqualification: here.

Logan comforts George after a bad quali: here.

Logan can’t sleep so George helps him falling asleep by letting him listen to his heartbeat: here.

All the posts tagged with the universe tag Logan/George/Alex: here.

Fanart that could be connected to the universe: here.

[Stethoscope drawing by @fredwardart]

Cardiophile Lando universe

Short description: Lando's always been fascinated by his own heart, the way it works tiredlessly to keep him alive and help him achieve better and better results on the track. He finds comfort in it after races but it's also the thing that can turn him on the quickest, especially if people talk about it, feel it or listen to it. In this universe you can read about how he's learnt to accept it with the help of his trainer, Jon, and how his supportive boyfriend, Carlos, engages in his kink to make him happy and show him that there's nothing wrong with him.

(Sexual cardiophilia.)

Lando’s cardiophile origin/introduction to the universe: here.

A Lando and Jon moment in this universe: here.

A soft moment inspired by a fanart: here.

Franco discovers the key to Lando's heart by @fredwardart: here.

All the posts tagged with the cardiophile lando universe tag: here.

Little Max universe

Short description: A universe where little Max's main interest is the human heart and everything in connection with it.

(Non-sexual age regression, non-sexual cardiophilia.)

Introduction to the universe: here.

A snippet from a story in the universe I'll hopefully finish soon: here.

Maxy has a fever and his heart beats faster than usual: here.

Stories that are available on Ao3

George Russell/Max Verstappen

Fingertips

All posts tagged with the fingertips universe tag: here.

Lando Norris/George Russell

Flutter

Tumblr post addition to the story: here.

Carlos Sainz Jr./Lando Norris

Doctor Lando (It's in the little Max universe.)

Carlos Sainz Jr./Charles Leclerc

Good Effects (sexual cardiophilia)

I abandoned the universe but in this post I talk about what I planned to write if I continued it, and there's also a fanart for the story in it.

All the posts tagged with the mi corazón series tag: here.

George Russell/Alex Albon

Racing Hearts

Not really heart-focused but George finds comfort in Alex's heartbeat in these stories:

Maybe I deserve all of this

Battle scar

Pierre Gasly/Esteban Ocon

This One Time

Sebastian Vettel/Kimi Räikkönen

Home (Part of the Depressed Seb AU)

You’re mine (vampire Seb, sexual cardiophilia)

When the sun meets ice

Nyck de Vries/Stoffel Vandoorne

Happy to see you

Story/universe ideas without proper universes built or stories written for them:

Nico Rosberg/Lewis Hamilton

How heartbeats can bring Lewis and Nico back to each other: here.

Nico Hülkenberg/Kevin Magnussen

Why could Nico be a cardiophile: here.

Fanarts

Jenson Button self-stething fanart: here.

Pierresteban heart-related fanart: here.

Landoscar medical check-up: here.

Logan chest touch: here.

Charlos lungs auscultation: here.

#logalex #carlando #maxiel #charlos #gax #galex #norrussell #simi #vandevries #pierresteban #landoscar #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #my writing #my art #heart things

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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year ago

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

#2009 kimi is so 😳 with his long hair #my fav part about kimi podiums is how much champagne he drinks compared to other drivers hahaha #everyone else mostly sprays it but he always keep slugging it #i dont know why i keep making these at 6 am when i dont have any thought processes as well as being sick! i cant write meaningful tags #nevertheless aahahhhhhh i love 2009!!! its so sick how balanced it is #like how tf did a force india get pole and nearly win???? sick #im still dying over the lap one DNF where 4 cars were taken out in one fell swoop it was almost comedic #it feels so nice to see fisi again!!! i missed him since 2005...shame nando isnt on the podium w him bcs i miss my renault boys #but heyyyyyy simi podium!!! i love how kimi is just trying to drink and seb sprays him #kimi räikkönen #kimi raikkonen #sebastian vettel #sv5 #giancarlo fisichella #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #we do a little bit of f1 #2009 belgian gp #2009 belgian grand prix #season: 2009

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f1-disaster-bi · 5 months ago

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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"

#simi #sebastian/kimi #kimi/sebastian #fluff #soft prompt #i love writing kimi being soft

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feyres-divorce-lawyer · 1 year ago

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“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.

#HAHAHAHAHAH #I CAN FINALLY SEE HOW I WANTED THIS TO GO #as she lays down on her bedroom floor #ok byeee #acotar #simi’s writings #yea i should probably have a tag for that #feyre archeron #elain archeron

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vsyrworld · 1 year ago

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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.

#f1 drver #ships #brocedes #maxiel #simi #charlos #dando #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #i haven mention the rest of 2019 rookie also but yeah I'm too tired to write maybe in pt2 #1655 #c2 #my rant

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