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Sebastian Stan on It's On With Alexa Chung (MTV 2009)
#sebastian stan#going absolutely out of my mind insane#he was so CUTE#look at twinky mctwinkerson over here#😭😭😭#baby seb is the MOST adorable#his hair!#his outfit!#his face!#also his voice in this one is so raspy#you can tell he still smoked#it's so hot ugjhfjkg#if I had know him back then I would have been completely smitten#he's so my type he's like my archetype#AND he was talking to alexa who was dating alex who is very much the same sort of type#if more awkward lol#anyway#wowoww#had to make these or I'd have gone mental
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Ooh, for the grid kids series, how about the time when all the grid kids had to babysit Seb and y/n's daughter? I feel like it would be chaos all around.
Grid Kids: Baby-Sitters Club
Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers
Summary: the grid kids have tamed some of the fastest cars on the planet but can they tame their baby sister?
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Max Verstappen: Good Taste in Music
“Alright, mate, remember, she likes the pacifier if she starts crying and always check if she’s hungry,” Sebastian instructs as he hands over the baby monitor to Max.
Max nods, trying to hide the nervousness on his face. “Got it. How hard can it be? I’ve tamed a Red Bull, after all.”
You chuckle, “It’s not the same, Max. She’s not going to pit in 2.4 seconds if she needs something.”
Handing over a small pink bag, you add, “There’s some milk in the bottle and a few toys. Oh, and if she starts crying and won’t stop, play her the Formula 1 theme. She strangely calms down to that.”
Max, cradling the baby carefully in his arms, smirks. “Like mother, like daughter.”
Sebastian laughs, “Alright, we’ll be back in a couple of hours. You got this.”
An hour into his babysitting gig and things are surprisingly smooth. Max and the little one are seated on the couch, with him talking to her about overtaking techniques and the importance of tire management.
Suddenly, a small wail interrupts his monologue. Max’s eyes widen in slight panic. He tries the pacifier. No luck. He checks the diaper. Still dry. The wailing grows louder.
Thinking quickly, he connects his phone to the speakers and starts playing the F1 theme song. Just as you said, the baby’s cries subside and she starts to doze off.
Max lets out a sigh of relief, whispering to the now sleeping baby, “You’re going to be a racer, aren’t you? Just remember, Maxie taught you the basics.”
A few hours later, you return to find Max fast asleep on the couch with a snoozing baby cuddled on his chest, the F1 theme playing softly in the background. You share a smile, knowing your little girl is in good hands with her grid brothers.
Charles Leclerc: Start Them Young
“Okay, she might be a bit tricky during her nap times. She’s been fighting sleep a lot lately,” you adjust the baby bag over Charles’ shoulder.
Charles gives a confident nod, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Don’t worry, I have a plan. Have you ever tried Ferrari engine sounds to help her fall asleep?”
Sebastian chuckles, “Not quite the lullaby most kids go for but anything is worth a shot.”
You smile, patting Charles on the back, “Good luck. We’ll be back soon.”
An hour into babysitting, the little one is becoming restless, rubbing her eyes, yet refusing to close them. Charles has an idea. Booting up his laptop, he finds a clip from one of the recent races, and soon, the familiar sound of a roaring Ferrari engine fills the room.
Amazingly, the baby’s eyes start to droop, and within minutes, she’s sound asleep. Charles grins triumphantly, feeling quite proud of his unconventional method.
Later, he decides to do a mini photoshoot, dressing her up in a tiny Ferrari onesie he secretly bought and posing her with a little Ferrari model car.
Upon returning, you and Sebastian are welcomed by a giggling Charles showing them the adorable pictures. “Look, she’s a natural Tifosa! We start them young.”
Sebastian laughs, “That’s one way to do it. Just remember, she’s got Red Bull and Aston Martin blood too.”
Charles winks, “We’ll see about that!"
You can’t help but laugh, “No matter the team, she’s got the best grid brothers around.”
Lance Stroll: Canadian by Proxy
“Alright, little miss, ready for some Canadian immersion?” Lance grins widely, holding up a tiny hockey stick and puck. “It’s never too early for your first hockey lesson.”
You raise an eyebrow, laughing, “I’m not sure she can even hold that stick yet, let alone play.”
Lance winks, adjusting the baby-sized Montreal Canadiens jersey he brought with him. “Trust me, by the time I’m done, she’ll be ready for the NHL.”
Sebastian smirks, “Just remember, no actual skating yet.”
With you and Sebastian heading out, Lance sets the scene for a cozy afternoon. He places the baby on a soft blanket, surrounding her with plush hockey toys, and turns on a recorded game. Soon, the room echoes with the sounds of cheering fans and commentary.
The baby gazes curiously at the screen, her little fingers reaching out to grasp the mini puck Lance places in front of her. Lance, laying beside her, narrates the game with exaggerated commentary, making her giggle with delight.
Halfway through their game, Lance feels adventurous. He gently places the baby in a laundry basket cushioned with a plush blanket, using the mini hockey stick to push her around, mimicking the action on the TV screen. Her laughter fills the room as they play their unique version of indoor hockey.
By the time you return, you find Lance, completely worn out, sprawled on the floor, with your daughter, dressed in her little hockey jersey, contentedly napping next to him, clutching the mini stick.
Sebastian laughs, “Looks like you had quite the game.”
Lance grins, slightly out of breath, “She’s got potential. Might just be the next German hockey prodigy.”
You chuckle, “Thanks, Lance. Just remember, before hockey comes racing.”
He winks, “We’ll see. Maybe She’ll bring the Stanley Cup back home to Montreal one day!”
George Russell: Pulling Pigtails
“George! Over here!” You wave, holding out the baby bag as George ambles over, hair in its usual perfect quiff.
“Well, hello there!” George greets, bending over to coo at the baby who instantly reaches out, tiny fingers eager to grab his thick hair.
“Looks like someone’s a fan of your hair,” Sebastian remarks with a chuckle, watching as his daughter gleefully tugs on George's hair.
George laughs, wincing just a tad. “It’s alright, who needs a hairdresser when you have such a cute little stylist?”
You hand over a bottle of milk, “She just had a nap and might be hungry soon. And, well, you might want to keep an eye on your hair.”
With baby in arms, George heads over to the living room. Laying out a blanket, he places her down, only to have her immediately try crawling towards him, reaching for his hair again. Grinning, he plays a little game, leaning in close and then pulling back, making her giggle each time.
As the afternoon progresses, George discovers that his hair is the ultimate distraction. Whether she’s fussy or just bored, having his hair within reach keeps her entertained. Even feeding her becomes easier as she remains captivated by his hair while sipping on her milk.
Feeling a tad mischievous, George decides to shoot a quick Instagram story, showing the world his new hairdresser in action. Fans immediately flood the comments, loving the adorable interaction between the racing star and the tiny tot.
When you and Sebastian return, you find George seated, baby in his lap, both engrossed in a video of funny hair fails. His hair now looks nothing like its usual pristine self, instead resembling a bird’s nest.
“Seems like you two had quite the day,” you remark with a laugh.
George, brushing a hand through his tousled hair, smiles, “Best hair appointment ever. And the most adorable tiny stylist to boot.”
Lando Norris: Stealing the Show
“Alright, munchkin, just you and me today. How hard can this be?” Lando chirps, picking up the little bundle and settling her onto the couch, surrounding her with cushions. The room is set up for his usual streaming session, his gaming chair at the ready and multiple screens glowing.
He’s barely into his first game when a small cry interrupts him. “Hungry already?” he asks, looking over to see her trying to grab the controller lying next to her. “Ah, you want in on the action?”
Quickly, Lando scoops her up and settles her on his lap, handing her a toy controller. “There you go, co-host,” he says with a grin, adjusting his headset and returning to his game.
He’s live-streaming and the chat exploded with comments about his adorable helper.
Who’s the kiddo?
That’s some fierce competition you got there!
Does she have her own Twitch channel yet?
But the peace doesn’t last long. In the middle of a particularly intense race, the baby suddenly decides to slam her toy controller on the keyboard. The game goes haywire, Lando’s car spinning out of control.
“Oh no! Sabotage!” Lando exclaims, laughing even as he tries to regain control.
The baby giggles, clearly pleased with the chaos she’s caused. Lando’s chat goes wild with laughter and teasing comments.
Dude, you just got schooled by a baby!
That’s what you get for multi-tasking
She’s clearly the superior gamer
Shaking his head in mock exasperation, Lando says, “Alright, alright, you win this round.” He lifts her up, peppering her face with playful kisses, making her squeal and show a gummy smile.
Throughout the stream, there are more interruptions — from spit-up incidents to sudden dance breaks every time she gets fussy. Lando quickly learns that streaming with a baby requires a whole new level of multitasking.
As the stream comes to an end, Lando addresses his viewers. “Thanks for joining in. Hope you enjoyed the special appearance by our youngest gamer here. Maybe we’ll make this a regular thing?”
The unanimous response? More baby streams!
Chuckling, Lando signs off, “Say bye-bye, little co-driver.”
She waves her tiny hand as the screen goes black.
Mick Schumacher: Baby Meets Fur Baby
“Hey there, Ang,” Mick says with a smile as he enters the room, the baby cradled in his arms. Angie, his Australian Shepherd, immediately perks up, her tail wagging enthusiastically.
The baby’s eyes widen as she takes in the large, furry creature approaching her. Mick chuckles, gently lowering her onto the floor as he kneels down beside her. “This is Angie,” he introduces, watching as the dog sniffs curiously at the baby.
Angie’s warm, wet nose tickles the baby’s palm and she lets out a squeal, her fingers curling in delight. “Looks like you’ve made a new friend,” Mick chuckles, patting Angie’s head.
As if sensing the baby’s fascination, Angie sits down and gently places her head in the baby’s lap. The baby giggles, her tiny fingers brushing against the soft fur. Mick watches the interaction with a fond smile, his heart melting at the sight of his dog and baby sister bonding.
Mick then picks up a toy from the nearby pile and hands it to the baby. “Here you go, little one. Angie’s sharing her toys with you.”
The baby takes the toy, inspecting it with wide eyes before promptly attempting to shove it into Angie’s mouth. Mick chuckles softly, taking the toy from her and showing her how to play with it.
“Hey, Angie, be gentle,” Mick instructs his dog, who seems just as excited as the baby about the playtime. As Angie retrieves her own toy and lays down beside the baby, Mick joins them on the floor, ensuring the little one doesn’t get overwhelmed.
Time flies as they play together, the baby’s giggles filling the room. Mick can’t help but smile at the simple joy on her face and he finds himself falling into a gentle rhythm with her.
After a while, the baby’s eyelids start to droop and her fingers loosen their grip on the toy. Mick smiles, knowing she’s getting tired. “Looks like someone’s ready for a nap,” he whispers, carefully picking her up and cradling her in his arms.
Angie follows them as they make their way to the nursery. Mick gently lays her down in the crib, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Sleep tight, little one.”
As he turns to leave the room, Angie hesitates by the crib, looking back at the baby with a soft whimper. Mick chuckles, scratching behind her ears. “Don’t worry, Ang. You’ll be here when she wakes up.”
Runaway Baby
Max, face flushed, darts through the paddock, narrowly avoiding a mechanic pushing a cart of tires. “I swear I just saw her here!” he shouts, barely avoiding a collision.
Lando, holding a stuffed bear, pants as he catches up, “I turned around for a second and she was gone! How does someone so small move so fast?”
Charles is on the phone, trying to speak over the noise, “We’ve got everything under control, just ... some tiny mishaps. Nothing to worry about!”
“Tiny mishaps? Charles, that’s an understatement!” George interrupts, waving a baby bottle in his hand.
Lance, coming out of the Aston Martin garage, looks worried, “Checked the garages, no sign of her. We need a strategy guys, like an actual race strategy but without Ferrari messing it up this time.”
George chimes in, “How did we lose her? There were six of us and one of her!”
Mick looks pale, “I was showing her my dad’s old helmet and turned around for one second to put it down. Then she just toddled away while I wasn’t looking!"
Suddenly, from a distance, there’s a familiar baby giggle. They turn to see a reporter, microphone in hand, crouched down in front of a camera. Their sister sits beside him, happily babbling away, reaching out for the fuzzy microphone cover.
The reporter, clearly amused, asks, “And who do you think is going to win the race today?” The baby, enthralled with the microphone, tries to chew on it.
Lando sighs in relief, “Well, she’s got a future in media, that’s for sure.”
Charles approaches the duo, scooping up the baby and thanking the reporter. “Thanks for babysitting. You might have a new pundit here.”
The grid kids gather around, all breathing sighs of relief. Max ruffles his sister’s hair, “You gave us quite the scare, snoepje.”
“She definitely knows how to steal the spotlight,” Mick says with a chuckle.
You and Sebastian, having witnessed the chaos from afar, approach with raised eyebrows. You smirk, “You guys thought babysitting in the paddock would be easy?”
Lando grins sheepishly, “Definitely more challenging than a race, that’s for sure.”
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"Cause I <3 you, you’re the one that I adore :)"
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Summary: Assistant!reader x rdr!seb. Based on this request. Set during the 2012 season.
A/N: I know a few people wanted me to write this trope so here it is :) Also this fic is loosely inspired by BBM baby by Lana Del Rey.
“Yea, I still don’t understand why I need an assistant” Well this sentence certainly didn’t calm your anxiety as you were sitting on a chair, staring at the door. You were supposed to meet your boss, well not really a boss but a person you were supposed to help. He wasn’t just a random person, he was Sebastian Vettel, two-time world champion in Formula 1. You were a fan of this sport so when an opportunity for you to work in that field appeared, you took it without thinking twice. Maybe you weren’t one of the most important employees on the paddock nonetheless you still got to travel the world and be a part of every race week. “Sebastian, you were late for the last three meetings. I can’t be looking after you all the time.” a female voice said. You recognized it - it was Sebastian’s press officer. She was a lovely lady. You got to meet her because she was the one recruiting you. “So you are really getting me a babysitter?” huffed the driver. The door in front of you opened causing you to jump from your seat and put on a smile. “Hi! Nice to see you again! Come on in!” said the lady. As you walked in a tall, blonde boy sat up and introduced himself “Sebastian Vettel. You can call me Seb. Nice to meet you.” The eye contact made your cheeks heat up a little “Y/N Y/L/N, pleasure working with you”. As you sat down you heard Sebastian whisper a quiet “It sure is” under his nose.
You came up with the idea of a maximum of 10-minute long meetings after breakfast during the race weekend. They were meant for you to give Seb a quick overview for the day - what is he doing at what time. You were sitting at the hotel’s restaurant, waiting for him to show up, you didn’t expect him to show up on time but he barely managed to. “Hi, sorry. I hope you didn’t wait long” he said as he sat opposite to you. “Good morning, I’m fine, you are on time actually” you greeted him with a smile, chuckling at his messy bed hair. “So today you are supposed to first meet your physiotherapist and then” you were interrupted by sniffling. Probably a morning runny nose. You grabbed your small purse and handed a tissue to the man. “Thank you” he said, surprised that you noticed. “So then you have a first practice session at 1PM and..” - you quickly went over what was planned for the day “Alright, any questions? If you really want to move some meetings then let me know and I will try to figure out something. I’m leaving this paper for you to know what’s going on and I think that’s it.” you handed him a post-it note with everything neatly written. Cute writing he thought as he looked at it "There's also my number if you need something and I happen not to be around”. Oh yea, he was definitely gonna use this one.
After a few races, you started developing a more casual relationship - it could even be called a friendship. The chemistry never left working hours. You didn’t understand why but it bothered you. Well, you noticed some signals - butterflies in your stomach appearing when you two held eye contact for more than a second, your heart skipping a beat when you accidentally touch or the heat rising to your cheeks every time he calls you by your nickname. You were a walking symptom of having a crush and yet you denied it. “I’m working for him, of course, we have to be nice to each other! He’s like that to every female reporter, a cheeky little bastard.” or “It’s his job to treat me nice.” you used to tell your friend on a phone, whispering as if Sebastian was to hear you. Little did you know, he has in fact changed his behavior towards women once you appeared in his life, he started being less flirty and reckless but not in terms of you. He would never tell you to do anything for him because it felt weird to him. At first, you were looking after him like he was a child - checking in if he was hungry or if he needed water. He never complained about being looked after because he found it comforting. He felt like you were truly caring for him, a feeling that he hadn’t felt in years due to his lifestyle.
You would never call him unless he was late. Sebastian was in his hotel room, sprawled out on the bed, head with messy blonde hair buried in pillows. His peaceful sleep was interrupted by the sound of his ringtone. “Huh?” his eyes still closed “Seb, you were supposed to text me when you wake up so you won’t be late again. Please tell me you got up” your voice was a sound he wished to wake up for the rest of his life “Mrrh Dreaming? An angel called me?” he said half awake completely ignoring your tone “Great, amazing even. Vettel, wake up. I’m gonna come to your room in 10 minutes and please cooperate”. Even though you were the same age you sometimes felt like you were babysitting him. Sebastian obeyed you and got dressed. He liked to annoy you a bit but he would be cautious not to cause you too much trouble. You knocked on his door not expecting him to be ready. To your surprise, you were greeted by a fully dressed Sebastian holding his toothbrush. He gestured to you to come in. You have never been to his hotel room so it a bit personal. You stood in the middle of the room not knowing what to do. Your eyes wandered around the room which looked more neat than you expected - no clothes laying around and only his phone and a half-empty water bottle on his nightstand but the bed looked like a mess and you couldn’t judge him, after all he did wake up less than ten minutes before. The bathroom door was opened so you were able to observe him brushing his teeth. It was a thing he did everyday (even more than once!) yet it felt almost intimate. “Okay, let’s go” he said with a big smile once he finished and held the door for you. You were heading for a team meeting that you were also a part of. Your role there was to take notes that were handed to the driver later. Sebastian couldn’t take his eyes off you, sitting next to him as you wrote something important that he didn’t even hear. He loved to watch you in this state where you were so focused you barely paid attention to anything else. He loved the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear or play with a pen anytime there was something not worth writing down discussed. When the meeting was over you handed him the paper, he didn’t even look at it but the thing that caught his attention was your dress. It wasn’t revealing or stereotypically sexy - little flowers on a navy background, short sleeves and knee length just suited your personality in his mind. “Nice dress” he said, catching you off guard as you were saying your goodbyes. This weekend Sebastian finished P1 getting closer and closer to his next world champion title.
Next weekend was the last weekend before the summer break. Even though you had lost your hope in terms of your emotions towards Sebastian there was a little part of you that still wished that he would make some kind of a move. It was Saturday night, you had already showered and got yourself ready to bed. You heard a notification and looked at the screen of your phone. “I’m outside your door. Wanna talk to you. XOXO, Seb :)”. He himself didn’t know why he ended the text like that. He was just nervous and high on adrenaline. The message was followed by three gentle knocks on your door. You let Sebastian in and before you could say anything he grabbed your hands and said “I, I I think I love you. For the past few months you had been my sunshine. You make me happier. I adore everything about you, every single little detail. Please make me an even happier man and let me take you out for dinner. And wear that dress you wore last week."
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hello! i’m the one who asked for fluff with rbr seb, i meant a one shot if that’s okay with you :)
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DRINK WATER, NOT ALCOHOL | SEB V.
pairing: rbr!sebastian vettel x fem!reader
warnings: drunk seb. swearing.
author's note: thank you so much for requesting something for our beautiful princess that was rbr seb! I had fun writing this one so I hope you like how it turned out!! don't be shy and let me know what you think of it! also, if you get the title reference- you’re a legend and you should be my friend! 💞
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''Hey, what are you doing? Hey! Stop it!'' Sebastian drunkenly professed, pushing the unwanted arms away from his chest. ''I have a girlfriend, go away!''
''You're kidding, right?''
''It's not cool, just stop it!'' The Red Bull driver attempted to move away from the undesired touches. The person in front of him didn't seem to understand the man wanted to be left alone in his drunken state.
The countless refills of his beer must have done some serious damage to Sebastian's vision, because there was no reason for him to pry away from the person who found him almost sleeping on his friend's couch.
Sebastian hadn't been able to properly celebrate his second World Championship title with his friends from home. That's why one of his best mates had organized a party at his home to commemorate the driver's title defense.
Everyone was having a great time, especially the man of the hour. Y/N had seen her boyfriend drunk before, but this time it was quite a different sight. So when she saw him stumbling into one of the many rooms, she couldn't help but check up on him.
Upon walking into what seemed a ''man's cave'', she was met with a practically unconscious man, drool coming out the side of his mouth.
Y/N tried moving him into a more comfortable position as he almost fell on the cold floor. However, he protested and started pushing her away, claiming he had a girlfriend.
Sebastian didn't recognize her.
''You have a girlfriend, huh?''
He hummed at her words, a smile finding its way to his face. ''Yeah.''
''Tell me about her.'' Y/N smirked, sitting down on the ground next to him.
An unexpected snort left his mouth. ''Why do you want me to talk about her?'' But before Y/N could answer him, he proceeded. ''She's- she's so fucking hot.'' He grinned, his eyes still closed.
''She's just so- ugh, perfect. We first met when we were like 20 and it was before I was in F1 so she had no fucking idea who I was,'' he chuckled, ''but she smiled at me and I don't know what she thought of me, but I thought she was beautiful. I thought she looked like the most beautiful thing in the world.'' Sebastian smiled, almost in a dreaming state.
''I love her more than anything, I know I should tell her more- she's always there for me. That's why you can't kiss me, okay? It would hurt her and I don't want to do that. I would never want to do that, it would kill me.''
Y/N admiringly watched him, touched by the things he just told her. It was a given that Sebastian loved her, she would be an idiot not to see it. But when he said that it would kill him if he would hurt her, it hit different.
''Can you go find my girlfriend, please? I- I miss her.'' He stuttered out, making a lousy attempt to point at the door.
She tried greatly to not burst out in laughter, finding her boyfriend absolutely adorable. ''Yes, I'll go get her.'' Y/N got up from the floor, grinning to herself. She waited for a good ten seconds by the door before closing it with more force than usual.
The harsh sound made Sebastian flinch and he swiftly sat up, his hand on his chest as if he was clutching a necklace made out of pearls. ''Huh? Wha- what? Y/N? Oh, baby! I missed you so much!'' As soon as she saw him notice her, she quickly made her way over to him again. His arms found their way around her and he peppered kisses all over her face. ''You found me!''
''I did,'' she laughed, ''I'm gonna get you some water, alright? You've had enough drinks for a few weeks.''
Y/N made an advance to leave and get to the kitchen, but Sebastian firmly held her in his embrace. ''No~'' he whined, ''don't go! I don't want you to leave me!"
The woman got up despite his cute whining. ''I'll be back in a minute, loverboy. By the way, I won't give you a kiss until that alcohol-stinking mouth of yours has been washed.'' She ruffled his hair, dodging his last effort to get her to stay.
''Then get me some damn water!"
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This commission has left me at a loss for words. Not because I have none but because I have too many. In fact, I want to invent more just so I can fully convey all the things this makes me feel.
I finished Seb & Lily's main arc on Valentine's Day and writing their wedding meant so much to me. I never thought that someone would take all that I felt and put it so beautifully and so perfectly into visual form. But the lovely and talented Verumew did just that and I don't think I will ever be able to thank her enough for this.
I adore every single pixel of this picture. The warmth and softness of the colours, the sense of depth and movement, the flowing ribbons, those exquisite roses, so painstakingly drawn, even the ones in the background, my god do you see them? they're beautiful! And all the little details, the texture of that embroidery on Lily's dress, the weightlessness of her veil, the flowers that hold it, the rich tones of her hair, their matching rings, even something so seemingly unimportant as the buttons on Seb's cuffs (some of these things you can only see when you look closely, but I assure you they are all there).
I love the amount of care that has gone in to this picture.
But most of all I love how Seb & Lily's emotions have been captured.
That embrace.
I will see it in my dreams at night.
Thank you for giving me the sweetest gift I could ever receive.
My beautiful babies happy and in love <3
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Domestic L.H
instagram edit - Domestic dad!lewis x wife!reader
its been a while since i’ve done an ig post but i had an idea for a while but not enough inspo for a full imagine unfortunately
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Lewishamilton Racing has always been a part of me, from my first remote control car, my dad tinkering in the shed putting together second hand parts just so I could race to fighting for my eighth World Title. Formula One has given me a platform to share my voice, bring awareness to the injustices & be a part of something worthy of the history books.But nothing will ever beat the feeling of walking my little girl home from ballet class, having tea parties, mornings where the only sound that fills our home is love and laughter. But most importantly allowing me to being the dad & Husband I’ve always dreamed of being.
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georgerussell63 I swear she’s grown each time I see her
y/nhamilton Don’t let Lew hear you say that George… Apparently he’s not ready for her to grow up
| y/nhamilton and you are? 👀
sebastianvettel Our children are our future, we should cherish all the moments we have with them no matter how irrelevant they seem
emotionalf1damage not seb being deep af in the comments
Hamiltonhugs221 Sylvie is so adorable i actually love her
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y/nhamilton lets play a game of spot the difference
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Mercedesamgf1 Only a Hamilton could look so 🔥
| y/nhamilton She learnt from the best
hamiltonisgoat how does a literal child look better than me
User3083 Sylvie is serving straight looks sorry not sorry
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y/nhamilton I ask Lewis to fix a lightbulb a week ago and it’s all “Yeah Baby I gotch you, it’s on my list.” Baby Hamilton pouts for 0.5 seconds and it’s automatically “Daddy will fix it right now!”
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Cullen_angela The Hamilton pout will get you
| y/nhamilton tell me about it Angie 🙄
georgerussell63 want me to fix your lightbulb y/n/n?
mercedesmad3234 George Russells the kind of guy to offer to do his teammates diy
russellgeorge2018 ik that trend is like so dead but he literally is… george russells the kind of guy to say “just call me a professional’ after accomplishing the most simple task
nicolashamilton it’s ok y/n that superpower skipped me so you’re not the only one
| y/nhamilton You little liar Nicky that's so not true at all
hamilton44ever y can i for real see that happening 😂
#gothicwidow#instagram imagine#f1 imagines#formula one imagine#f1 x Reader#formula one x reader#lewis hamilton imagine#Lewis Hamilton instagram au#dad!lewis Hamilton x wife!reader#formula one imagines#Lewis Hamilton x reader#f1 instagram au
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Pregnancy (Instagram AU)
Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader
All pictures are from Pinterest
@/Y/N.Vettel and @/sebastianvettel We are welcoming a new member to the Vettel family
Liked by @/kimimatiasrakkonen, @/f1, and 397, 526 others
kimimatiasrakkonen Congrats, Sebastian and Y/N! You'll make great parents.
Y/N.Vettel Thanks, Kimi!
aussiegrit Congratulations to you two! I can't wait to meet Baby Vettel.
sebastianvettel Thanks, Mark. You'll have to come visit sometime
f1 Congrats Seb and Y/N! The question we're asking: Who are the godparents?
Y/N.Vettel We're sharing when the baby comes... You'll see
user1 Congrats!
user2 Congratulations!
@/Y/N.Vettel Baby Vettel is here. Named Lena Petra Vettel, born on October 14th. Thank you Sebastian for helping me through everything and being the best dad for Lena. The godparents: @/kimimatiasrakkonen and @/yourbestfriend
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sebastianvettel Thank you, Y/N. You do all of the hard work, and I'll do whatever I need to help. I love you so much!
Y/N.Vettel I love you too! <3
user2 They are so cute!
kimimatiasrakkonen Congratulations! I'll have to come by soon to see my goddaughter
yourbestfriend I want to come and see Baby Lena too!
sebastianvettel We'll have to plan a time that both of you could come over and see Lena
yourbestfriend Congrats! Thank you for giving me the role of godparent... I will be spoiling her forever
Y/N.Vettel You and Seb both...
@/sebastianvettel Baby Lena Petra Vettel. Born on October 14th. Thank you, Y/N, for giving me the gift of the most beautiful baby girl ever. I love you so much. Both mom and baby are doing well and thank you for all the support! Lena's godparents are @/kimimatiasrakkonen and @/yourbestfriend
Tagged @/Y/N.Vettel
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Y/N.Vettel I love you too! Thank you for being the best father.
sebastianvettel It's the least I should do. <3
user4 This is what I want. Seb, raising the bar, again.
kimimatiasrakkonen Thanks for the honor, man. Can't wait to meet baby Lena
sebastianvettel She can't wait to meet you, either
yourbestfriend She's in good hands. I'll see her soon
f1 Congratulations, Seb! Take good care of @/Y/N.Vettel and baby Lena.
sebastianvettel Thank you, and of course I will
lewishamiton Congrats, man. Congrats, Y/N
Y/N.Vettel Thanks, Lewis. You'll have to come out and meet Lena sometime too
user3 She is adorable!
#sebastian vettel#sebastian vettel x reader#sebastian vettel fanfiction#f1 imagines#f1#f1 x reader#f1 instagram au#sebastian vettel instagram au
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Can you do where yn is strong and picks up Gareth, ominis,and sebastion like there nothing and yn plots them down to bed to cuddle?
Hehe I love this~
Sebastian Sallow:
This man loves a partner who can kick his ass anyday, so imagine his DELIGHT when you don't even flinch when picking him up.
It has him blushing like you wouldn't believe.
Like Okay. He's noticed you were stronger than people tended to believe, and of course you had to have a little strength if you play wrestle with the mooncalfs all the time. So it doesn't surprise him when you can pick him up but when you can just BE SO CASUAL???
Gets him so flustered he gets giddy when looking at you.
Will absolutely ask you to carry him short distances. It makes him so happy!
Just saying. If you could pick him up while snogging, this man would die. Right then and there.
However he still likes to maintain his strong unbothered persona so expect to be the little spoon still, and DONT mention it to Ominis!!
The day he was being stubborn and refusing to come cuddle you was the day his life changed man.
You just picked him up and sat him down, flopping your weight on his chest so he can't get up? He's turned on. Like no joke being lifted like that just does something to him
Ominis Gaunt:
Ominis is a stronger kinda guy. like he's not muscular but he has some lean muscle to him. Yet he has never picked you up in fear of hurting you because he can't see.
So when he's sitting at his desk, stubbornly writing and denying you cuddles because of a late essay, he is SHOCKED when he's lifted off the ground.
He hasn't been picked up since he was a baby so it is definitely odd for him. At first he does NOT like it.
But then he realizes that while weighing less than most boys in his year, he was still too heavy to be tossed around,. AND YOU DID IT WITHOUT MUCH EFFORT??
my boy is impressed. He definitely tells Seb in the morning.
This leads down a weird black hole. Suddenly Ominis is thinking about your arms, if they have muscle. He likes the thought.
He wouldn't ask for it again because he finds it sort of embarrassing. Yet his boyish grin when you pick him up occasionally makes it easy to tell.
Garreth Weasley:
What a nuisance. (Affectionate)
Man's knows your strong and adores it.
He grew up with a bunch of rowdy brothers per usual Weasley style. It doesn't matter if he's absolutely head over heels for you, playful wrestling matches will happen. Finding someone who is strong works well for this.
But he never thought you were stronger enough to just...manhandle him?
and he is AMAZED
like mans asks you to do it again just because holy hell this is awesome
Unlike Seb it's not a turn on, its more of a "wow, can you lift this crate?? YOU CAN??? INCREDIBLE"
Garreth keeps a mental list of the best moments in his life...things that make him happy and such. Of course he has the moment he got his Hogwarts letter, his dad teaching him what wood to get for the fireplace, your first kiss, but he also has the moment you first picked him up.
He's wrestling you because while he loves you more than anything, his obscure love language is wrestling and roughhousing with you. And you just kinda, pick him up and plop him down on your bed to snuggle?
you looked so nonchalant and he PRAISED you because wow. He's laying on your chest while you stroke his hair and he's just mentally wondering what else you can pick up.
#hphl#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#garreth weasley#sebastian x mc#ominis x mc#garreth x mc#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow imagine#sebastian sallow fluff#ominis gaunt x reader#ominis gaunt fluff#ominis gaunt imagine#hphl headcanon#hogwarts legacy headcanon#garreth weasley fluff#garreth weasley x reader#garreth weasley imagine#hogwarts legacy x reader
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“i don't really need friends. you're the only person i need in my life. is that weird? i guess i'm not like most people.”
𖥻 sdv
cw: squinted smoking, (it’s sebastian) angst on sam’s par’, someone’s mom “mona,” referring to reader as “farmer,” and “overalls,” sam ‘n farmer were together, (divorce fees and mayor) kinda asshole seb???
:: sebastian x reader - (not fully) sam x reader - (???)
@cafekitsune dividers
the maple tree taps on sebastian’s back. juniper bark creating a ticklish sensation through the baggy, black hoodie he can’t seem to get rid of.
sam’s there, too. there’s not enough space on the old wood for the blond to press the full of his back onto, but that’s alright. he’s fine with standing beside his ‘best friend.’ he’s fine with the silent conversation occurring.
he’s been fine with the distance. that’s what ‘best friends’ do.
sam can’t blame sebastian for his mia status as of late. though, they don’t talk like they used to, even sam knows his ‘best friend’ is too busy ‘makin’ babies’ to play chronicle games. there’s an occasional love tap during pool on late friday’s at the saloon, but it always ends with sam losing a ten-dollar bet and a part of his pride.
his best friend, too. ‘losing’ him to the night, watching as the lanky back disappears down the path only a family member is allowed to pass through that late.
then it starts over again. most friday’s, there’s an excuse. “sorry, dude,” sebastian would wince. there’s always a certain glint in his expression, mocking the halfhearted apology for what it’s worth. which is little.
sam can’t blame sebastian’s glance towards the overalled form — who is usually chasing time and energy around town. sebastian’s eyes tender in a way sam can only describe as love.
and sam would know love.
sebastian has a family - sam knows. he’s reminded of it every time he sees the plum-haired baby in the frog onesie strapped to the married man’s chest. it’s the only occasion in which sebastian ditches the hideout-sweater. something about the barely-toddler pulling on the dull strings, ‘trying to choke daddy.’ sam can see the same look in sebastian’s eyes now, on the maple tree. the one given every time the secondborn spills chocolate milk all over his tee.
sebastian can’t even keep his eyes on the river ahead before his gaze is instinctively drawn to the sound of metal on overall straps clinking together, subtly over the town track. the farmer always seems to be on the move. it’s what leads sebastian to moments like this, which only last an hour - which feels like ten seconds on the steps outside of sam’s house, next to the bushed graves where abigail’s old mona lies.
time seems to go by faster than normal, here. sebastian would know. and sam can’t blame him for getting hit by cupid. that would be hypocritical. sam remembers the adoring gaze because he would usually be the one wearing it. it’s hard to ignore the sound of overalls ringing when the heart still lies in the crop field.
he should blame sebastian, but he doesn’t. they’re ’best friends.’ even when sebastian’s time is too occupied with wrangling real frogs and babies. he’s a loner, sam knows. no doubt enjoying the rain that’s been passing through stardew valley these past days. the farmer’s porch has a great view of the town during sunset.
sam would know.
he doesn’t shame sebastian for leaning against the maple tree on this monday. one hour which feels like ten seconds before the hooded boy moves. it’s not accompanied by a harsh stomp in the mud where sebastian ashes his cigarette, though. it’s one of the many things the farmer has done for this town.
just sincerity and an almost longing gaze. “later, sam.” ‘later’ is until the next festival. and even then sebastian is too busy holding the mini raven-haired baby while his spouse goes out onto the misty ice to win both of them the trophy for surpassing five slimy fish. beating willy.
then they go home where sebastian kisses his family goodnight, and in the morning he comments on his partner’s rest. flustering out that the late-night dream mumbling was cute. the farmer leaves and sebastian stays. ‘maybe that’s what he sees in overalls,’ sam has to wonder. sebastian has never liked being forced into small talk. the farmer doesn’t seem to mind.
they fit. unlike the tripod. unlike sam and overalls.
inspired by this frame on “mal’s sebastian expansion.” (i think. i have too many mods…) ↓
also inspired by dating two pretty best friends. ‘cept sam was the first victim…
#stardew valley x reader#sebastian x reader sdv#sam x reader sdv#sdv#stardew valley angst#learned sebastian has green eyes while writing this#- fucking hated it#frog onesie canon#abbigail sebastian sam r broken#sebastian’s in love#sam is sad#seb don’t care about his friend bro
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it’s still the 15 in la so forgive me for the late submission i’m adoring these least-to-most-likely scenarios and would love to hear your thoughts on the 2023 grid + danny, mick, and seb in terms of who’d successfully one day randomly pop up with a secret wife of ten years and three kids as if it were a casual thing
from least-to-most-likely... im sorry this is so long and a lil late
lando -> idk i think its a generational thing where soft launches & validation through social media is all the rave. so i think lando wouldnt or even couldn't hide it even if we wanted to. and i think lando likes showing off his girl, hes very comfortable in his relationships (ie talking about luisa in dts).
pierre -> absolutely not. he loves showing off what– rather who, he loves. i mean yall.... his photos with katerina are still up on his instagram he loves that shit. SO NO he will not being keeping a wife and family a secret. if he had it his way he would livestream his wife giving birth. tell me i'm wrong, i dare you.
logan -> he is a young, white man. and i mean white. american white. and if there is anything i know about caucasian men in all my years of dealing with them, there is no hiding a girl even if their life depended on it. same deal as lando too, where soft launches and the need for validation through posting is very much ingrained in the current dating culture sooooo yea.
fernando -> this man is so unserious, and also a boomer-wanna-be-gen-z when it comes to social media so its all about sharing his love and his corazon. though i will say he will be pretty selective with what he shares. and i think he'd pull a rosberg, in that he will post family photos but with emojis over his baby's faces.
nico -> something about this man just tells me that he enjoys the validation and the sharing a lot. we'd hear about the engagement, the pregnancy, all through instagram. but i think he'd do it in cringey cute way. my man is on pinterest with "cute pregnancy announcement inspo" in the search bar.
checo -> he is a proud papa & husband (minus that time in monaco). he loves having his family around him so there isn't a reason why he would ever keep it a secret. though i will say, much like he already does, he would try to keep his family/personal life very much seperate from his work. i think all we'd see of his family is when they show up to races or milestones/birthdays via social media.
charles -> i think he just loves sharing pieces of his life with us that keeping his family a secret would be impossible. charles would 100% walk onto the paddock with his daughter on his hip. they would be wearing matching sunglasses (raybans bc forza ferrari. and not her own pair, one of daddy's). but not outfits bc mama dressed her baby, not charles.
valterri -> he tries to keep what goes on in his personal life as on the down low as possible. i think that he would definitely try to keep his kids out of pap photos & try to hide their faces but other than that i think we would all be aware of his ever-growing family. i think he'd do smth cheesy like post a photo from the back of him and his son with matchin mullets. or maybe a photo of lewis carrying his daughter bc 'uncle lew had to get a matching outfit with his god daughter.'
oscar -> i could've lumped him higher on the list with lando/logan but smth about oscar tells me otherwise. like idk what it is about him but i think he'd try to keep it on the hush hush for as long as he can before eventually sharing with the world. we'd be surviving off soft launches for a WHILE methinks. (but i could be so wrong bc idk oscar this is just based off his face).
kevin -> we'd know (i mean we know now). but similar to fernando in a sense where he chooses what pieces of his time with his wife and kids he wants to share with the world. i think he is very protective of his family and the peace he's worked on building around them.
esteban -> you know... with the way his & elena's relationship is going i can definitely see this man randomly dropping that he's married one day. but the thing is, is that we would all already have an idea of who his wife is, if that makes sense. we'd get little bouts of content from him. a very 'private, not secret' type beat.
nyck -> just like esteban in a sense where we'd know who the wife would be. i think the marriage would come as a shock, but as their family grows i think he'd drop hints and stuff. nyck will definitely bring his kid(s) to at least one race a year and i just have an inkling that his child would be a menace.
alex -> he's happy to share the small moments with the world, but oh it would be very sparse. just little crumbs here and there. he protects what he loves so much, but he's much too proud and excited not to share. think of all the baby photos with all the animals. the matching hair-dos. the baby hating photos as much as dad hates media so when the paps come around baby has the same frown.
daniel -> we would know, but i think he would take his time introducing that part of his life to us. we'd always know he's married & has kids, but we would also have to live off of soft launches for a bit. daniel is a proud man, proud of the life he builds and who he chose to build it with. and daniel would 100% walk onto the paddock with his kids hanging off of him. his daughter on his back, son upside down in his arms.... do you see the vision???
lewis -> this man could go either way. on the one hand i can see lewis showing off the love of his life and his family bc thats what lewis does. he shows off the people he loves. but then i can also see him keeping it quiet, keeping just a piece of his life a secret because in the position he's in, he doesn't have too many secrets to himself left. so yeah... but tell me what yall think.
carlos -> carlos would've been lower on the list with all that 'i protect love' crap but me personally, i just don't see it. i think that we'd all somehow find out about his engagement + growing family somehow. like carlos is always being followed by the paps for literally WHAT. so yeah, i don't think it would be best kept secret. also he's such a family man, i think he'd jump at the opportunity to share his family with the world.
lance -> i know lance has posted his s.o. before, but there is something about this man that tells me when it's a love that he really really values and wants to protect, he will keep it a secret. he will keep them away from the limelight, from the unnecessary attention for as long as possible. idk about 10yrs and then pop out with a whole wife & kids, but i definitely think he'd be the type randomly drop on wednesday that he's engaged.
george -> i think this man could pull it off if he wanted to. i think he'd go ghost on social media in terms of what he does in his personal time. like itll be all race content until one day he just drops a photo of him & his wife welcoming their new baby. i can see it. but i think it all depends on him.
yuki -> idk i think in a relationship he'd be very reserved about it. i think that he'd hate the attention he would end up receiving about dating, so much so he'd prefer if no one knew right away. i think that we'd always know he's with someone bc of like soft launch-esque photos of hands/back of their head. but yeah we'd never truly know who until much much later.
guanyu -> guanyu truly gives me vibes of wanting to protect his family and try to keep them separate from his work. and not even in a malicious way, but in a sense where he doesn't want the people he loves most to be put under undeserving scrutiny. he'd find ways to bring them to races & events but truly, the public would never know.
max -> if were being completely honest here, we know so much about max's love life because of who he's involved with. but if he had it his way, i think we he would pull it off. like i think he would randomly drop the "my wife & kids" line out of no where and it would take the world by storm. and max would say it so nonchalantly too.
mick -> i think that he could pull it off. even in his last relationship, i dont recall ever seeing him post about/with her so... he is definitely a very very private guy. and he has a very tight group of friends at that, so i doubt any information would ever get out to the public unless mick makes a move first.
seb -> he's a very private guy, who didn't even have instagram until last year... and it was to announce his RETIREMENT. and though we know about hannah, we don't know much about his kids. i think i remember kym telling a story about how sebastian asked him & other photographers not to photograph his kids when they came on the paddock so.... seb will go through hoops and the extra mile to be sure a secret is kept.
#shitpost study spinoff#max verstappen#checo perez#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#lewis hamilton#george russell#esteban ocon#fernando alonso#daniel ricciardo#lando norris#valterri bottas#zhou guanyu#lance stroll#sebastian vettel#kevin magnussen#mick schumacher#oscar piastri#pierre gasly#yuki tsunoda#alex albon#logan sargeant#nyck de vries
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I have a cute one for you! Sebastian Stan and the reader are married and they have a 1 year old son together. The reader and their son visit Sebastian at set and the reader has their son dressed up as a mini Winter Soldier and has him walk to Sebastian and surprise him🩵
His first steps
I officially don’t take requests at the moment, but this was too cute to pass up so here’s a little Drabble. Not proofread and all mistakes are my own.
You had been planning to surprise Sebastian on set for a while, and there would have been no better day than today. A few days ago your son, Ocean, has made his first steps.
Of course you have that recorded for him to watch later, but today you two will surprise him by showing him that he can walk.
“Are you ready to go see Daddy, Munchkin?” You ask your son as you put on his pants. He’s dressed as the winter soldier right now, and he looks adorable.
“Da-Da!” He coos back, and it makes you smile wide.
“Yeah, Daddy!” You coo at him. It was a surprise when you found out you’re pregnant, but he’s been welcome from day one, and neither of you can imagine a life without him now. He made your little family complete.
To finish the entire look you’re dressed in a Captain America inspired dress, and your hair and make up are perfect to match the outfit.
The drive to set is quite a long one, so you’re glad Ocean is sleeping for most of it. About 15-20 minutes before you arrive he wakes up, which is perfect.
You’re let into the set without a problem and Sebastian is still shooting a scene when Chris suddenly walks up to you.
“I didn’t know they hired a female version of myself today!” He says as he walks over in his Captain America suit, the shield on his back.
“Hey! We’re here to surprise Sebastian today, because since a few days ago, Ocean can take a few steps! He’s not running around the house yet, but it won’t take long at this pace,” you tell Chris.
“Really?! That’s amazing! You’re growing up so fast, little man,” he says to Ocean who happily wiggles in your arms. You and Chris keep talking until Sebastian is done with his scene.
“Are my eyes deceiving me, or is the love of my life here with my gorgeous baby boy?” He says, and you instantly get a huge smile on your face.
“Seb, wait! You stay there, because we have a surprise for you,” you tell him when he’s about 2-3 feet away. You crouch down to put Ocean on the ground.
He’s a little wobbly at first, but he quickly gets the hang of it and he’s walking to Sebastian with open arms so he can immediately get his Daddy’s love.
“Look at you go, Ocean! You’re doing so amazing!” Seb exclaims as he catches him and immediately pulls him into a hug. He fights against the tears but to no avail.
“Thank you for this surprise, Lovebug,” Sebastian says as he pulls you in for a kiss. You wipe the tears off his face before commenting on Ocean’s outfit.
“Have you even seen what he’s wearing?” And when it finally dawns on him that his son is dressed as the winter soldier, he bursts out in laughter.
“I love you two so much, and thank you again for this surprise, it’s amazing to see how quickly he’s growing,” he says before giving you a few more pecks on the lips.
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤
(request)
Sebastian Vettel x Reader (he/they)
Kids: Vincent/Vince (4) and Miriam/Mimi (5 months)
Warnings: Mentions of Reader not having a good childhood, mentions of Bad Mental Health™, self-doubt from reader, badly written angst?
It had been an unbelievable few years for the Vettel household. First Sebastian married the love of his life and they moved to a farm in Switzerland. They spent three years together before they adopted an energetic 2-year-old boy named Vincent. They were a perfect family of three. Sebastian retired from Formula One when Vince was 3 and a year later they found themselves at home with a now 4-year-old son and a newly adopted 5-month-old baby girl, Miriam.
It was everything Seb could’ve asked for. He had a husband and two gorgeous children, he had never been more satisfied with anything in his life.
Sebastian was so in love with his life that his heart shattered when he saw his life partner struggling. Y/n put up a good show in front of the children, but Sebastian and Y/n had been together for close to 9 years. Not to mention that they had known each other for 13 years. All that to say, Sebastian basically knew them better than themself. So he knew that while Y/n was outwardly happy and excited, their mind was in the trenches between anxiety and doubt.
Seb could see that he was struggling with something and it physically pained him to not know how to help. Y/n was the single most important thing in his life. Every fibre of his being was made to love him and to make him feel happy and safe. He had to try something to help.
Prior to getting together with Seb, Y/n had explained vaguely what it had been like growing up for them. How they had to basically raise themself from a very early age. The sad fact was, Y/n had never had a consistent flow of positive affirmation or physical affection until finding Sebastian. Growing up both things had been a taboo. Meeting Sebastian had made Y/n determined to break the generational cycle before it had time to fully begin. Sometimes that mindset was hard to keep. Especially when asked a seemingly innocent question from a totally clueless 4-year-old.
Vince hadn’t even asked Y/n the question, but he had overheard the small boy ask Sebastian.
“How much am I loved?”
Those five words had sent Y/n into a silent spiral for days. Y/n hadn’t bothered to stick around to hear Sebastian answer the question. Instead, they tried as best they could to continue the day as normal. Why did Vince ask that, of all questions? Y/n was aware that children were always curious about everything, and they knew that it was more than likely just a child’s healthy curiosity. But curiosity had to start somewhere, right? What happened for their son to ask how much he was loved.
Had he turned into his parents? Had he, without realising, not shown or said how much he absolutely adored his child? Did he somehow do the one thing that he swore he never would? Just the thought of it made him feel sick to his stomach.
Sitting on the couch one evening, Baby Mimi asleep in one arm while the other circled around a sleeping Vince, Y/n found themself within their mind once again. Thinking about everything they had done leading up to Vince asking that dreaded question. He couldn’t pinpoint anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Nothing had changed in the dynamic since they had adopted their first child. Y/n blinked away the tears forming in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry, my loves.” Y/n whispered as they looked at their children. Their voice was choked with emotion as they spoke.
“I’m sorry I haven’t done better. I promised myself that I would be better, and it’s not just myself that I’ve let down.” Y/n sniffled. “I said, years ago, that I would never become the people that raised me. That I would stop the cycle before it could begin, but clearly I’ve failed.”
Sebastian had stopped just before the doorway to the living room, having heard his husband speaking to the no doubt sleeping children.
“I wish that I could take back every moment you ever doubted my love for you. Prove that I am not my parents and that you are the most important parts of my life. I never want for you to feel how I did as a child.”
Sebastian couldn’t take it anymore. He walked into the room, gently picked up his son and sat down next to Y/n. Keeping an arm around Vince, he used his free arm to wrap around his partner and pull them close to him.
Sebastian pressed a lingering kiss to Y/n temple and whispered to him. “They do not doubt your love for them, Blume. I promise you.”
“How would you know that? I have failed as a parent if my child has to ask if he is loved.” Y/n took a shuddering breath, trying to stop themself from bawling their eyes out.
“I know because I asked. Vince knows how much you love him, he knows how much I love him and I have no doubt in my mind that Mimi also knows how much we love her.”
“Papa, how much am I loved?”
Sebastian looked at the 4-year-old in his arms, “Why do you ask?”
“Baba always says that he loves you to the moon. And then you always say that you love Baba for all the stars.”
“We do say that, yes.” Sebastian could help but smile at his son. He knew that for the young boy to know the endearment he exchanged with his husband, he would’ve had to hear it often. It pleased him to know that his children were growing up surrounded by the notion that affection and openly loving someone was a good thing.
“I just wanted to know how much I was loved. Like you and Baba.”
Adjusting Vince so that he could see his face, Sebastian gave a kiss to his forehead. “Baba and I love you so much that there is nothing we could compare it to”
The boy looked at his father, “And Mimi too?”
“Of course Mimi too. There is nothing in the whole world that Baba and I love more than the two of you.”
“Not even your trophies? Baba says you love them a lot.” Vince said, laying his head on Sebastian’s shoulder.
“My trophies don’t even come close, Kleine.”
Sebastian pulled his husband closer as he finished speaking. I was silent for a moment before Seb spoke up again.
“You have not failed as a parent, and I know that you will never fail. I have seen how much our son adores you. In every language I know there are not enough words to explain how much he loves you.”
Sebastian knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to convince his partner that they didn’t need to be upset or worried. He knew that it was hard to come back from your mind. Especially if you had been there for a while. Sebastian was determined to help his partner, no matter how long it took him. He would go to the ends of the Earth if it meant that Y/n knew how much their little family loved them. He would trade every Championship trophy in the world to show Y/n that they are nothing like the people who raised them (because they sure as shit weren’t parents).
“I love you so much that seeing you doubt yourself hurts me. You are the best damn parent for our children and I just wish that you could see that.”
It might take me a while but I can potentially do a part 2 for this if people liked it.
but anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed <3
#formula 1 x you#f1 x reader#sebastian vettel#sebastian vettel x reader#my brain can't think of tags for this#so reblog with tags I'm missing please and thank you#Embrose Writes Things Yay!
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Weekly Tag Wednesday - Valentines Day Edition
thanks for the tags @heymacy, @deedala, @creepkinginc, @heymrspatel, @energievie, @lingy910y, and @jrooc!
name: Kat 😽
where the heck are ya? Ontario, Canada
do you believe in love at first sight? hell no
do you believe in soulmates? it's a great fictional trope, but... no
what’s a song you’ve been loving?
how about a show you’ve been loving? Just finished Only Murders In the Building.
your ultimate OTP: Gallavich, always
your comfort book: I dunno if I have one. My comfort fic is Teenage Dirtbag
a fan work you adore (fic, art, manip, etc — tag the creator!):
a trope that captures your heart: ironically.... soulmates
favorite candy: nope, not gonna pick a favourite. Candy is my favourite
dark chocolate or white chocolate? white, but the actual good stuff, not the crap most places pass off as white chocolate
romance novels or thrillers? thrillers
pink or red? If I have to pick one, I suppose red
and finally, spread some love! share words of encouragement, a positive message, or say something kind to yourself — it’s up to you! ok, not feeling a lot of positivity these days, but... you guys rock. Truly. The Gallavich fandom is just so warm and fun, and welcoming, and encouraging. I 💖every one of you!
tagging in these fun folks to join in if you want to play!
@krysmiss, @juliakayyy, @stocious, @transmickey, @dynamic-power, @spacerockwriting, @ian-galagher, @palepinkgoat, @jessieoneday, @rayrayor, @deathclassic, @gallabitch73, @vintagelacerosette, @francesrose3, and @sam-loves-seb
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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Eighteen
Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)
Summary
You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…
Warnings
MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. Angst. Seb being the best bf ever. Mentions of sex. PR relationships. HW and it’s fakery. Long distance relationships.
NOTES
Thanks so much for your support and patience. Hope you enjoy this! ❤️❤️
Series Masterlist
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February 14, 2021
“Ugh.”
With an exaggerated groan, you unceremoniously dropped face first onto your bed.
It was Valentines day.
The first spent without Sebastian since you’d made your relationship official, to be exact.
Before him, you never really cared about trivial things like this but over the years you’d been together, he’d made it into something really special–something of importance.
And now that he wasn’t he to celebrate it with you as he usually did…
You really should have extended your vacation. At least then you would’ve been somewhere distracting, somewhere warm, and probably one a beach. Instead you were alone, stuck in the cold of the city that never sleeps.
This was all Sebastian’s fault.
It’s his fault that he took some dumb holiday and made it something of importance. He’d practically trained you to look forward and expect these kinds of things. The years he’d spent conditioning you to accept being spoiled.
Every Valentine’s day for the past four years, without fail, you’d woken to Sebastian with his mouth between your legs and then once you’d had your share of each other, he’d either take you to breakfast or make it himself. You’d spend the afternoon being pampered and spoiled or doing some sort of fun activity together. Eventually he’d send you home to get ready for a fancy dinner and he’d show up at your doorstep with flowers in suit. He always went all out to make you feel special and at the end of the night he’d take you home and make love to you all night.
Not this year though.
This year he was in Canada and you were home.
You weren’t pouting, really.
It was only–
You lifted your head to peek at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
–Seven thirty three in the morning.
There was still plenty of time for something special. You were confident he had something planned. You know he’d at least send some flowers. Maybe even some chocolate.
And he’d most definitely call you, maybe even initiate some good ole phone sex.
Everything would be okay.
Valentine’s was silly and pointless anyways.
You pulled yourself up on your hands and knees, crawling further up the bed before sliding back under the covers. It was still early and you had stayed up late to finish a book so you might as well get some more sleep. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do today.
You reached over to flick off the lamp just as Bentley hopped up on the bed to snuggle in beside you.
You curled yourself around him, brushing your fingers through his fur, “You’ll be my Valentine’s, right buddy?”
The pup let out a little groan in response.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
You pressed a little kiss to his furry head, and let yourself relax back into the bed.
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You woke a little while later to your phone ringing incessantly throughout the room. Groggily, you reached over and snatched it off the nightstand. Without even looking at who it was, you answered, “Hello?”
“Good morning.” A familiar deep voice drawled, “Happy Valentine’s day, baby.”
“Seb.” You rubbed a hand over your face, a smile growing across your lips, “Happy Valentine’s day.”
“I got your packpage and the breakfast you had sent.” He spoke softly, nothing but adoration in his tone, “It was quite the surprise. I love you so much and thank you.”
“Of course.” You chuckled lightly, “There is a few more little things coming but I just miss you so much and I know you miss me and home so… I wanted to make today a little special for you too, ya know?” You jutted your bottom lip out in a pout. Even if he couldn’t see it, you were sure he would be able to tell you were wearing one, “I hate that you’re away today of all days. I want you here with me.”
“I know.” He sounded mournful, “I appreciate you so much and I’m sorry I can’t be there, sweetheart.” He paused for just a second, releasing a soft sigh, “I promise today will be worth it. I know I can’t be there but just know that I have something special planned for you and I swear I’ll make it up to you when I see you next.”
“I kno-”
“And I’ll make you cum so many times with my tongue-” He interjected, loudly.
“Sebastian!”
“And even if I can’t be there today, it’s my day off so you can call me at any point today. I just have a night shoot later tonight.” He was rambling now, talking faster and faster. “It’ll be just like I’m there but I have a plan and I really, really want you to enjoy yourself today.”
“Sebastian.” You giggled, “You’re rambling, baby. What’s got you so excited?”
He huffed and your smile grew tenfold, “I just really want you to have a good day. I feel so awful that I can’t be there for you. You know how much I love celebrating today with you.”
Your heart could’ve burst right out of your chest right then and there.
How lucky were you?
You’re man never failed to make me feel special. To feel cherished. To feel loved.
“Life happens.” You shrugged, voice light and soft, “There are going to be holidays and anniversaries, and birthdays we don’t get to spend together and you know what,” You paused to take a deep breath, “That’s okay. I love you, you love me and as long as we get to choose each other every day, love each other every day. Everything will be just fine.”
“But don’t act like you don’t love the gifts and being spoiled.”
You belt out a laugh, “Are you kidding?” You shook your head, snorting a little, “That’s what you took away from that?”
“Of course not, I love you.” He defended, “I’m just-”
“I’m teasing, Seb.” You chuckled, “You damn well know I would’ve been pissed if you didn’t do a thing for me today. I do love the gifts and you know what,” You threw a hand in the air, head swiveling and Bentley lifted his head from beside you in bed to give you an annoyed look and little huff, “It’s totally your fault. You made me into spoiled brat-”
“You are not a spoiled brat.”
“Yes.” You argued, tone louder than you intended it to be and Sebastian laughed, “You should’ve seen me this morning when I woke up to pee. I was all mopey and pouty, telling Bentley all about how ‘He better have something up his sleeve’.” You shook your head, scrubbing a hand over your face, “Stop spoiling me so much.”
“Yeah, okay.” He scoffed, “That’s not going to happen. On that note,” You could practically hear the smile on his face, “Go open your door, your breakfast has arrived and it should have the itinerary for the day.”
“What?” You jumped from the bed, tripping over yourself as you raced through your apartment, “Please tell me it’s that omelet I like from-”
You swung open the door, and sure enough there was a brown paper bag on your welcome mat.
“From La Bonbonniere?” He finished, obviously smug, “I got you the french toast too.”
“You know me so well.” You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face, even if you tried. You bent down to pick it up, giving Bentley a gentle push back when he tried to sneak through your legs. “Maybe too well.”
“Eat your breakfast, baby.”
You kicked the door shut, heading towards the kitchen.
“You have a pretty busy day so take a look at the list I’ve left and get your butt moving.”
Your brows furrowed, “You have to go?”
“I have a scheduled phone call with Gregg, something about Pam and Tommy.” He sighed softly, “I’m sorry. I’ll be free in an hour or two but give me a call this afternoon when you’ve returned home. You’ll understand when you see the note.”
“Oh, okay.” You smiled slightly, “I love you, Seb.”
“I love you more, baby.” He made a little kissing noise and then laughed, “I’ll talk to you later.”
“See ya.”
You ended the call, sliding your phone across the counter before tearing open the bag. You found the note at the bottom of the bag.
Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.
You mean more to me than you’ll ever know.
Thanks for choosing to love me everyday.
I love you so much.
And even though I can’t be with you today, just know you’ll be on my mind all damn day.
I hope I can make it up to you.
At the bottom of the bag you’ll find an envelope with everything you’ll need for the day.
Butterflies swirled wildly in your belly as you reached in and pulled out said envelope.
You didn’t waste a second ripping it open and dumping the contents across the marble countertops. You snatched the first slip of paper up to find it was an appointment for a massage at your favorite spa booked for ten thirty this morning. You peaked through the rest, a smile growing as you went—manicure and pedicure, a facial, and a hair touch up all scheduled for this afternoon.
You read over the last slip, brows furrowing as you pulled off the attached gift card.
And lunch at your favorite sandwich place in West Village.
You reached for your phone, fingers tapping furiously at the screen.
To Smexy Seabass:
WTF!! This is WAY too much.
From Smexy Seabass:
It’s not enough.
And that isn’t even all of it.
I love you.
To Smexy Seabass:
I’m serious.
Sebastian Stan.
From Smexy Seabass:
I am too.
*Kissing emoji*
ENJOY your pampering. You deserve it.
To Smexy Seabass:
I love you, you know that?
My care package looks pathetic now though.
From Smexy Seabass:
Fuck off. I love your packages, thank you very much.
To Smexy Seabass:
Just wait until you see what you’re getting in the mail later ;)
From Smexy Seabass:
WHAT????
BABE.
????
You shook your head with a smile and locked your phone, turning your attention to the breakfast laid out on the table. You had an hour to get to the spa and Sebastian would just have to wait until his surprise arrived.
You chuckled to yourself before shoveling a huge bite of french toast in your mouth.
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Never in your life had you felt so relaxed.
Your body was practically jello and your head was in the clouds by the time you reached your apartment. A quick jog up the steps and your cheeks ached from how big your smile grew when you found a giant bouquet of brightly colored zinnias and another box at your door.
You squat down to pick them up. With the box tucked under your arm, you gave the zinnias a quick sniff.
You knew exactly who they were from.
Zinnias
Lasting love, goodness, and constancy.
You let out a soft laugh.
You’d seen Catalina’s little Valentine's day post when it was sent in the groupchat with Macy and Blake. A selfie with a bouquet of blood red roses, the caption read ‘Lucky me’ with a rose emoji and the hashtag ‘happysavalentine’.
You know damn well she bought those for herself.
Come on? Roses? How boring.
And here was your man, putting actual thought into the flowers he sent you.
Lasting love.
Goodness.
Constancy.
So really, who's the lucky one?
Man, just when you thought you couldn’t love him more.
You unlocked and shoved open your door.
“Happy V-Day!”
You nearly fell on your ass. “Oh my God.” You caught yourself against the door, clutching everything in your arms to your chest. “What the fuck!”
You took in the bodies lounging around your living room.
Blake. Macy. Macy’s sisters, Laila and Amelia. Damion. Casey.
“How the hell did you get in here?”
Macy let loose an excited squeal and threw herself in your direction. Blake snatched the flowers and box out of your hand just before she squished you in a hug.
“Sebastian gave us the key.” She pulled back, hands resting on your shoulders. “Oh, he’s just so good to you, honey. He set this all up.” She waved her hand around the room which was decorated completely–covered in all pinks and reds. Balloons, streamers, a giant banner that said ‘Happy Galantines’. How you hadn’t noticed before, you weren't sure. “Well, I mean, we kinda helped but he ordered everything and paid for everything.”
You took in her outfit. Short, hot pink dress and matching pink heels, and the long, pink wig on her head. A glance around the room and you found everyone dressed similarly–all decked out in head to toe in pink or red or purple.
“Oh my God.” You brought your fingers to your lips, tears welling up in your eyes. “He loves me.”
“Oh, he really loves you.” Blake laughed, wrapping an arm over your shoulder as he pressed a champagne glass into your hand. It was pink too, of course. “Come now. We’ve been waiting on you.” He guided you down the hall, towards your bedroom. “We have an outfit and wig for you too. Lover boy helped pick it out.”
You threw a wave over your shoulder at the others lounging around your apartment, feeling dazed. “What are we doing?”
Blake rolled his eyes affectionately. You wondered briefly if he knew just how cool he looked dressed in red and how it really brought out the red in his hair. “Well you are going to get all dressed up–we choose Barbie pink for you. I thought it would look absolutely amazing with your skintone.” He dragged you into the master bedroom, and plopped you on the stool he’d obviously snagged from the kitchen, “I’m gonna do your hair and makeup. I got the short wig with bangs for you.”
“That sounds perfect to me.” You beamed at him before taking a generous sip of your champagne, “Do whatever you want. I trust you.”
“I know you do.” Blake winked, turning his attention to the supplies spread out along your counter. “We’re going out after we have dinner. Sebastian catered sushi so there is a fancy ass chef in your kitchen right now–Oh, I almost forgot. Here,” He tossed you a silky pink robe, “Put this on. And then we will begin.”
“Going out?”
“Yeah, to some club.” He shrugged, “It’s some fun ‘Galantines’ event. There will be drinking. There will be karaoke. There will be dancing.” He waved you off, “Go change. Hurry! Time is of the essence.”
You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you did as he said. It took you all of two seconds to strip your sweats and slip into the silky robe. You slipped back onto the stool, heart full, and your champagne glass was already almost gone.
Yeah, you were definitely the lucky one.
You pulled your phone out your pocket, tapping at the screen.
To Smexy Seabass:
I cannot believe you.
You are the best thing that ever happened to me.
Thank you.
From Smexy Seabass:
Believe it, baby.
I couldn’t be there so I brought the next best thing.
I’m heading to set to shoot some of the late scenes. I’ll be up late so call me when you get home, okay?
The more I shoot the sooner I’m back with you.
Please enjoy the night. Have fun with your friend and BE SAFE.
To Smexy Seabass:
I wish you were here ;(
But you’re right. This is the next best thing.
I love you so much.
And I’ll keep you updated.
From Smexy Seabass:
I love you more, baby.
You’re my whole world.
Talk to you later.
And send me lots of pics! Plz.
You smiled to yourself as you turned your phone off and slid back into your pocket. Blake hooked his phone up to your speaker, Fergie playing loudly throughout the echo-y space.
“Alright ready?”
You beamed up at him, head bobbing frantically.
“Good.”
You downed the last of your champagne, laughing loudly as Macy trailed into the room refilling it before you could even blink with a little wink.
Lucky. Lucky.
You supposed today wasn’t all so bad after all.
And even if Sebastian couldn’t be here, he’d more than made up for it.
You’d do exactly as he said and enjoy it.
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