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Thank you!
And yesss i love the idea of a jedi trained under THE Mace Windu yet they cant be taken seriously due to how inexperience they are on the bettle field
Like maybe dispite them being inexperience the clones love them because they truly care for the clones and are very loyal to them they have a heart of a jedi but not that of a general maybe this Jedi knows something isn't right about this war and always gets this sick feeling in their stomach when they are around Anakin but they can't figure out why maybe they try to go for a diplomatic route in most situations but that backfires
I just love the idea of this Jedi just not beinh cutout for war that is not what they signed up for
I want to know about the medic Clone! Pleas tell me more
And yes! That's where my other OC comes in clone CT-9420 otherwise known as Bull lead commander and right hand of Broco of unit 604 Bull is a hardass and takes no bullcrap hence the name he believes there shouldn't be no short cuts to doing things the mission must always be accomplished his color is dark pink along with his unit I like to imagine him and Cody get along great and are actually quite close he cares for Rex but they do bicker about how to run their squad Bull just thinks the 501s need more discipline. So they won't act on impulse and so they won't die that is always Bull's main goal none of his brothers dying Bull is also close with the wolfpack and Fox although he worrys for Fox sanity
Yes Broco survives Order 66 Anakin may have turned to the dark side because of Broco I imagine Padme does call quits with Anakin and confesses to Broco her feelings and Broco for the first time in his life acts impulsively and accepts to being with her during that time Broco trys to tell Anakin but he is to angry and hurt about Padme it isn't until ROTS when picking a new Jedi master they call both Anakin and Broco they of course pick Broco but he declines the offer making everyone shocked Broco reveals he broke the jedi code and fell in love and has been in a relationship with Padme (cue Obi-wan shocked AF face) and that he resigned from being a Jedi he then leaves not unil being confronted by Anakin who is hurt and Pissed Broco tells Anakin that him and Padme never did anything while she was with him it was only until she broke up with Anakin then they started there Relatonship and that he has been trying to tell Anakin for a while Broco soon also reveals that Padme is pregnant with Anakin's kids and that they don't have to hate each other they could work things out to come with him and Padme they could all three talk that there is a solution of course Anakin doesn't listen he is too angry to hurt too heartbroken this is the moment he snaps
In my version Padme stays alive along with Broco and they escape with Obi-wan Broco trys to take Bull with him but Bull is too far gone so him and Padme change their names and raise Luke and Leia in secret afraid Anakin will find them
Well I’m sold! I like this new Jedi you’re helping me create lol. So he trained under Windu, everyone had high expectations for him but because he’s not cut out for war, he feels like he’s failing them. His clones love him, but he can’t quite connect with his fellow Jedi generals, let alone the Senate and any other leaders. He struggles with acid reflux because of his anxiety, which only grows the longer the war goes on…. I’ll just need to think of a good name for him now 🥰
I’ll put the rest under the cut since this post ended up rather long lol.
And then my clone battalion (that this Jedi will lead) is the 116th, with Commander Crowe. He’s the clone in my profile pic lol. He’s a pretty chill guy, lets the squad do whatever they’d like, enjoys kicking his feet up with a beer and some cards, etc. But on the battlefield, he’s hardcore. Best on the defense, can hold the line like nobody’s business, never lets a droid get through. Also competitive and keeps a kill count, which he’s scolded for by other units but doesn’t care.
They picked up a civilian at one point, Dr Joan Vo. Crowe took her under his wing (pun intended) and taught her a lot, and in return she took care of all their medical needs. She became a sister to them.
Sadly… the battalion’s ship does blow up during the height of the war, killing everyone except Joan, who was away at the time. I wrote a little about that part of their story in this chapter of The Sniper and the Medic. I think my new Jedi would have to be on the ship too, unless I want him to somehow survive and maybe find Joan and help her through her survivor’s guilt? I’m not too sure.
Sorry that was a lot to dump! Lol. There’s just a lot to say about these characters 😁
Bull sounds awesome, I love him already. I can totally see him butting heads with a lot of the other clones who aren’t as rigid/strict as him, even my clone Crowe. But perhaps there’s still room for friendships in there, especially if Bull’s main motivation is for all his brothers to live, I don’t think even a reckless clone could argue with that. It’s sad that he ends up swept into carrying out Order 66. Any hope he could snap out of it and leave the Empire, like Cody? Lol
Ahh okay interesting, Broco chooses Padme. What do Luke and Leia think of him? Do they know he’s not really their dad? Does he and Padme end up with any kids of their own?
Also random question, what color’s his lightsaber? I’ll have to think about mine as well hehe
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wait sorry I was just massively horny in your inbox unprompted lmao
my sweet love i have received much hornier in my inbox and i always welcome it lmao 💚😌
#also any scenarios or prompts you want for black mask let me know! same with scarecrow!#SAME FOR ANYONE this is for anyone reading this:#my ask box is always open i just might not get round to things for a while 💚#friends being friends#anon
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I am both scared and excited for the last part 💀
Me TOO LMAOOOOOO
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Resting so that you can write well is just as important as the writing itself! It's not at all useless to take breaks, you're still doing wonderful 💚
AHHHHH BABE ur so kind to me thank you for this I needed to be reminded. I’m always preaching to take breaks yet will feel so guilty if I don’t post for like….. a week lol
#asks#I am not a fic machine and it isn’t my job to constantly be posting;;#but I appreciate this#are you the same 💚 anon from before? 🥺 would you like an anon tag?
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Perfect hight to kiss from above.
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life-size (that movie where the doll comes to life) but instead of tyra banks its jin 🫣
(yes this was based on your tags on this post 😆)
ur so right for this... kim seokjin could do life-size and tyra banks could fight jungkook on sight
#you're looking at that face and those custom pjs and telling me lindsay lohan didn't cast a spell on him??? ha#skdjfnfnndnd REMAKE WHEN#can you IMAGINE??#also just found out tyra and seokjin have the same birthday and i have to say.. it checks out#ask#anon#💚💚💚#i think i might've said something similar about jimin last year#i'm still fairly certain those chelsea-booted feet just snap on and off like a bratz doll#thanks anon my love i'm going to think about this forever <3
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Okay but WHY is everyone so focused on the words and not on the fact that someone STOLE your WORK???
Like...they are missing the big picture I think...but that's just my opinion 🙃
-@wayward-persephone
Yknow, I purposely noted in the post multiple times to take the words with a grain of salt, and even stated that I don’t own them (apparently people can’t read since they literally said the same thing I had already addressed).
I made it abundantly clear that it’s not that there are a few lesser-used words, but a multitude of them that alllllll came after mine. I love when people learn new words. My friend mentioned how she might use some of the words on that list she didn’t know, and I’m fine with that! What do I care?
My point is that the coincidence of this many of the same exact terms, coupled with everything else in my post, proved to me that she was copying me. Use my words, that’s fine you guys. But don’t make it so obvious.
#I’m still thinking they’re all the same person tbh#since the same points were given and the same things were ignored#also you don’t hide unless you have something TO hide#those anons know they’re pulling shit out of their asses#I also I love you lots my beautiful friend 💚💚#penny for your thots#asks#anon#the black phone#the grabber#the grabber x reader
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Oh my god yay I have a couple of Star Wars OCs
One of them is is named Broco Zopu he is an alien (still not sure what race he is yet)
He was around during the clone wars he was a jedi him an Anakin kinda joined the jedis around the same time maybe a year apart in the beginning both Broco and Anakin didn't like each other due not only personality wise but also how they were being taught by their masters they had different opinions on a lot of things and different ways of doing things Broco was jealous of Anakin for how skilled he was as a jedi while Anakin was envious of how the Jedi masters respected Broco and held high praise but as soon as the clone wars rolled around both Broco and Anakin became generals in the front lines slowly their rivalry turned more playful until they eventually became bestfriends and learned to admire each other
Broco was then called back to the temple he was assign to protect Padme as they feared there would be another assassination attempt (Broco is aware Anakin and Padme are married)
During that time he spent with Padme he started to fall in love with her and truly cared for her maybe she even started to feel the same way
They both felt guilty for even having romantic thoughts about each other knowing it would hurt Anakin
I'm not sure if your OC is a jedi I hope they are because Broco would go to them and just rant about Anakin and Padme and I just imagin your OC like 😒 while drinking coffee
Not the same anon 💚 -
Oooh, what an interesting dynamic you created there! Because like, what a tough spot Broco is in, to have worked through this rivals to friends situation with Anakin, to have gained his trust and legitimately care for him now, only to then fall for his wife and potentially ruin all that? And especially if Padme might feel the same? What does Broco do? Choose friendship and hurt the woman he loves, or choose love and betray his best friend? Some juicy but angsty story possibilities there lol
Thank you for introducing your character to me!! 🙂
I don't have any Jedi OCs... yet. I have a clone unit (with a civilian medic character), and I've been thinking I'll probably need to have a Jedi assigned to lead them, but I'm just not sure what kind of character I want to envision for that. Maybe someone with a good head on their shoulders, who may have trained under Mace Windu, is just a really solid leader but isn't always taken seriously because they're still new to everything? Orrrr someone who is reclusive, spends most of their time just meditating, but if a mission ever goes sideways or a battle really drags, then they'll jump in and save the day? IDK, I like both directions and can't make up my mind 😂
Does your Jedi lead any specific clone units? Ohh, and he survive Order 66?? 👀
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hey, in case you need it today, you're amazing, brilliant, wonderful, show-stopping, never-before-seen, exquisite, talented, and a joy to be around. those little voices in your head that say you aren't any of these things? they're wrong and lying. keep slaying, king ✨💜
AA?! HNNK?! FOR WHY?!
#thank you very much lemme just go fuckng cry#the same goes back to you to anon#this was such a sweet thing to send me out of the blue (╥﹏╥)#💚#i hope you have a delightful day
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That rock adventure was so cute @ rock anon I hope you cherish it forever lol
Love that these two were next to each other in the ask box, just immediately answered the other anons wish.
#tresure and cherish are basically the same word it counts#glad you liked it though anon!!!! 💚💗#jojosquad
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if she did have a tail would her human disguise hide that?
{ It would indeed, though she'd not feel the effects of being tail-less (balance loss and the like) it would hide it and make it seem like she didn't have one which might feel weird
same goes for her hands, in which she normally only has four fingers and in her human form she has five - which is sort of weird to her because she'd definitely not used to having the extra finger }
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Could do a Wally x a reader and Wally’s flirting with the reader
**AN: Anon I hope you're ok with Wally aggressively flirting 😂
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You enter Julie's house, hoping you're not late for her party. Almost everyone is there but luckily there is one seat left open, you sit down and glance over to Wally who is sitting next to you. Mentally you are over the moon being able to sit next to him, you for sure had a crush on him and you weren't sure but it seemed like maybe he felt the same way? You just hadn't gotten up the confidence to make a move yet.
"Y/N you're looking lovely today," Wally says. You smile and begin to respond but you suddenly hear Julie call out your name from the kitchen, she needs help bringing the food out to everyone. You head into the kitchen and help to bring a few trays out, you set them on a table in the living room and turn around to find your seat once again and oh...Poppy has arrived and has taken your seat! You look around dismayed, there are no seats left.
"Y/N! Here, sit with me." Wally exclaimed, you walk over and he pats his lap. You then realize he meant sitting ON him which secretly gives you a thrill but you don't want to seem overly excited, still not sure about Wally's intentions. "You're so warm Y/N, I should ask you to sit in my lap more often. It's...nice."
"Um, thanks Wally," you say with a small laugh. You join in the conversations with the rest of the group when you begin to feel a hand softly running up and down your back. You turn your head back to look at Wally, your eyes meeting his. You're surprised to see how big his dark eyes had become, you find yourself not being able to look away. You feel the heat in your body rising like you're on fire and you bite your lip but still cannot tear your eyes away. You have no idea how long you were stuck in this staring contest but you manage to blink and Wally lets out a content sigh, his eyes now have a heavy-lidded, dreamy look to them.
This moment between the two of you is interrupted when you overhear Frank make a sarcastic remark involving the two of you needing to get a room. You try to snap yourself out of the embarrassment and join the rest of the group.
Soon the party is over and you hug everyone goodbye. You walk up to Wally last and give him a hug, he seems to hold you a little tighter then usual and whispers into your ear, "You know, Frank's idea might not be so bad...."
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#wally darling x reader#wally darling#welcome home wally#welcome home x reader#welcome home#welcomeh#welcome home fanfic
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sorry to bother you with yet another Kendra brainwashing au question but what happens when the mad dogs finally do cross paths with the Purple Dragons and see what they've done to Donnie
They’ll have to retreat. Kendra almost immediately unleashes Donnie’s powers on them, in order to quickly finish the job she’s brought him on. And they’re all left with even more questions than when they didn’t even know Donnie’s whereabouts. Leo grabs Mikey, and Raph, grabs April, who are only just catching up when Donnie’s attack starts.
Also sorry to anon that I dropped this right as you asked if you could write their reunion! I just got inspired 😅😭 but I would still love to read it, even if it’s not the same as this!! 💚💚
#rottmnt#rottmnt fanart#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#kendratello au#rise leo#rise donnie#rise mikey#rise raph#rise april#rise kendra#my art#tw brainwashing
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🍇Roger Taylor or Ethan Torchio (you can pick!), no text? ahdsgjkl both of them are just aaa, tysm ily
Hey! Thank you so much for the request:) I did Ethan already so now here is Roger
You can find Roger here
You can find Ethan here
Join my Celebration!!
#i don’t know if you were the same anon that requested Ethan my inbox is a mess 😅#I honestly hope you see this 💚#returnofthewhitequeen#white queen answers#anon
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Hi! If this inspires you, could you write a platonic fic where reader (who is around Charles’ age and is also teammates with him at Ferrari) is on the podium alongside him and Seb (this being set when Seb is at AM), but like that video or Lewis (that I can’t remember when it’s from) she already seemed exhausted while receiving her trophy, and when they exit the podium, she collapses onto Seb? Just hurt/comfort vibes from both drivers, really. Maybe Seb is close to her like a mentor, he’s worried about her? I think that’s it. Even if you don’t find it inspiring, thank you for sharing your fics. They’re really good. 😊💚
note: thank you for the kind words anon! i saw the word “exhausted” in the request and i kinda ran with it so this might have strayed from the original idea a little bit, but i hope it’s to your liking!
gif by overtake
THERE FOR YOU
pairing: (sebastian vettel x ferrari driver! reader, can be read as platonic or romantic) (charles leclerc x platonic! reader)
summary: you overwork yourself, and pay the consequences for it by passing out on the podium. lucky for you, a certain german driver has the means to catch you and take care of you.
word count: 2.1k
content warning: hurt/comfort, mostly fluff, not grammar checked writing because its 2am
You were going to throw up or faint any time now, you were sure of it.
“Are you sure you’re good?” A voice asked from beside you. You recognized it to be Charles, who was preparing for the race the same as you were.
“With this excessive asking I won’t be,” you retorted.
“I’m just looking out for you, amour. You haven’t been looking great.”
He was right, you looked awful. Everyone knew Spa was a tough track, but you looked like you had just gotten back from war— and the Sunday race hadn't even started yet.
You’d been feeling horrible all Saturday, but decided to ignore it. After all, Ferrari was counting on you that day to get a high position in quali since Charles was out in Q2.
You were starting in 4th today, Ferrari praising you for your good qualifying result. But the sleepless nights on the simulator along with the strain of being in a car going roughly 200 mph yesterday were detrimental to your health.
But of course, you were too stubborn to call in sick for Sunday— Ferrari was counting on you. And you couldn’t let them down.
“AND IT’S LIGHTS OUT IN SPA!”
The race was long and tedious, but eventually you managed to overtake Lewis and end up p3. Considering the heavy rain and how Charles spun out, you were surprised you even made it to the top 5.
You can’t remember how the race ended as you exited your car, weaker than you’ve ever felt before. The roar of the Tifosi was loud, cheering on your podium win. Whenever you won or got a podium they made you feel proud, a large grin on your face and goosebumps all over.
But not today.
Today, it was too loud. Too overwhelming. You could feel your head ache and pound at the noise. You felt a hand on your shoulder, Max coming to congratulate you. You think he had won the race but you couldn’t be sure, everything was too hazy.
“Congrats Y/N! Your first podium this season!”
You give Max a weak smile and a firm handshake, the pressure almost making your vision fade. God you needed to get out of there.
You looked around, there had to be an exit. Some place where you could rest your head for a second and regain your senses.
Thankfully, a guiding hand led you to the cooldown room, and you recognized it as Sebastian’s. He had gotten 2nd, that you knew, you were battling for his position earlier.
Once you got inside the cooldown room, there was no other word that could describe it but moist. The rain outside had moistened up the inside, barely enough to be noticeable, but to you, sweaty from the race and sick, it was enough to have you stumbling onto your chair.
Sebastian could sense something was wrong, he wasn’t stupid. To someone else you would’ve just seemed like someone who was simply exhausted from a race, but he wasn’t someone else. He knew you.
Before he could ask you about it, however, a man led all three of you out the cooldown room to go to the podium itself. You were moving with half-lidded eyes, and a really really sweaty body.
“And in third, the Ferrari favorite, Y/N L/N!”
You raise your arms as high as you can and put up two thumbs up, exerting all your effort to put up a show for the fans. They deserve it, you think.
Unbeknownst to you however, Charles was watching from the side with a worried look. He was the only one who knew about your sickness the past few days, and his concerned eyeing was not ignored by an observant Vettel.
The champagne spraying was everything but fun, the overstimulation getting to you. It was too much, everything was too much.
The sickness, the sweat, the champagne dripping down your face— you just needed to rest for a second, just…lay down maybe…
“Scheiße!” Sebastian shouted out, his voice not heard over the hollering of the fans. With all the chaos of the spraying of champagne and the bellows of the orange army, no one had noticed how you had fallen into Sebastian’s arms, passed out. He had dropped his champagne in the process, and the breaking of the glass was what had gotten Max to notice what happened. He discreetly ushered Charles, who was still watching from the sidelines, to help Sebastian pull your dull body away from the limelight.
People were starting to notice now, and there were worried glances among the fans and the teams, but were eventually calmed down by false reassurances of ‘everything is fine.’
It was not.
You were burning up, a fever so high it would put the sun to shame. Not only that, but Sebastian had noted how you seemed more physically worn than before. Not an unhealthy amount, god knows being an F1 driver wouldn’t allow that, but enough for it to be noticeable.
You were awake at this point already, but still weak. Lying down on a bed in the First Aid tent, your eyes threatened to close on you again, before Ferrari’s resident emergency doctor walked in.
“Well the good news is we don’t have to bring you to a hospital, you just have to get some food in your body and rest.”
That reassured Sebastian a little, but not enough. He needed to see you healthy and well, or he would be a nervous wreck all week. Thanking the doctor, he was left alone in the room with you again.
As much as he wanted to be there for you, Charles was held up by media duties, which meant that it was only you and Sebastian for a good while.
The German had always been kind to you. Not only was he your friend, but he’d also taught you everything he knew, and half your skills were something you had learnt from him. He was your support system, the one who always helped you when you were down, and the one who always had your back as you had his.
That’s why Sebastian didn’t understand why you hadn’t told him about your current ailment.
“When was the last time you slept?” Sebastian asked, the first words he’s spoken to you all day.
Shrugging faintly, you answer, “I don’t know.”
“Have you eaten anything today?”
“No.”
“Have you drank anything today?”
“Some Red Bull,” you mumbled, while attempting to slowly sit up on your bed.
Sebastian sighed. You weren’t taking care of yourself and it was killing him. “Why didn’t you sit this one out if you knew you were sick since yesterday?”
A beat of silence passes, and Sebastian could sense you contemplating if you should tell him the truth or not. He hoped you would do the former.
“…Because Ferrari is counting on me,” you finally answered meekly.
Of course. That was why. Your feeling of obligation to constantly deliver for your team was a feeling each driver shared with their own, but you always went above and beyond. ‘Couldn’t you see how you were much more important than some stupid points?’ Sebastian thinks.
Frowning, he sits down on a chair beside your bed, taking your warm hand and holding it with his own. “Schatzi, you’re hurting yourself. I know you want to deliver for yourself and your team, but this is not the way. If you keep going like this you’ll be sleeping at the wheel and end up worse than you are now. Please, I beg you, take a break.”
You wince internally at his words. He was right. You’d end up in a worse condition if you keep this up and disappoint your team even more.
“I just want to prove myself to Ferrari. Tell them I’m worth it to keep, you know? My contract is expiring soon, and I honestly don't know if any team would pick me up. I feel so— so lost and so hopeless— if I lose my seat I don’t know what to do. I mean I’ve built my entire life up to this, and now I just feel like a burnt out shitty driver.”
You had tears welling in your eyes, and Sebastian was quick to grab some tissue from the bedside table and wipe them away. He hated how you thought so low of yourself, he wished you could see yourself from his view, one of the best drivers and people he’s ever met.
“Your seat doesn’t measure your worth, Amore. Trust me, I know. After Ferrari I didn’t know what to do or where to go, my ‘golden boy’ status had faded and not a lot of teams wanted me anymore. But look at me, I’m here. I’m okay. And you will be too, just not like this.”
His words broke your composure, finally letting out all the stress and pain you’ve endured for days— weeks, even— in the form of full on sobbing. You were grateful for the privacy the room provided, as Sebastian hugged you tightly, not caring if he got your fever too. He whispered sweet words to you, stroking your hair and calming you down.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you darling. Just let it all out,” you hear him murmur into your hair. You’re sure he said more things, but you couldn’t really hear them over the sound of your own sobs.
Eventually the dam dried up, and you attempted to compose yourself and wipe away all the evidence of your tears. Sebastian still held your hand, rubbing it reassuringly, reminding you of his presence. He was always constant in your life. You were thankful for that.
You both sat in the comfortable silence, allowing it to calm you after everything that just happened.
“I’m retiring next year,” Sebastian says out of the blue.
Okay, now you’re no longer calm again.
“I just thought you should be the first to know,” he adds.
“Wh- what? Why? You’re leaving? But no— you’re a pinnacle of the sport! You’re Sebastian Vettel! You can’t leave! You can’t just retire and leave me and- and-” you were starting to see black spots again, your emotions making you forget you were still physically weak.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for him to say that out of nowhere, Seb thinks. But it was now or never, and he wanted you to know before everybody else did. He wasn’t going to tell anyone in advance, but you were special to him. He couldn’t explain it, but you made him realize things in life. The way you enjoyed the little things, the way you laughed at stupid dad jokes, it made Sebastian miss the freedom of just…existing without having to worry about race after race after race.
Silencing you by enveloping your frantic hand with both of his larger ones and shushing you, he replied, “Calm down Liebling, I’m not leaving you. You still have me outside the track, you can visit me anytime and I would gladly let you in. I wouldn’t dare leave your life just like that, I’d never do that to you.”
You smiled softly at his words. He’d never do that to you. That’s why you loved him, whatever type of love it was. He was always there; a constant figure, and that wasn’t about to change. Sure you’d see each other less, but the love would still be there, and that’s all that would matter.
“I would get up and hug you, but I think we’ve both noticed that my body has decided to stop working on me,” you joke. Sebastian rolls his eyes in response, “And who’s fault is that?”
Oops. He got you there. “Mine,” you reply bashfully.
Thankfully he takes pity on you, and adjusts himself instead. “Scooch.” You move aside, giving him space to sit up beside you in your First Aid bed.
Putting his arm around you, he rubs your shoulder gently as you rest your head on his chest. This was nice.
“Don’t you have media duties? Aston Martin will kill you if you miss those,” you ask softly.
Sebastian simply shrugs, “You are more important to me than some reporters milking me for content like I’m a cow.”
His wording made you giggle, and the sound of you happy again makes Sebastian smile. He was going to get a scolding later for missing his duties, and he was definitely going to catch your cold from keeping you this close too, but it was all worth it when he heard that sound of laughter leave your throat.
The next season may be rough, it may not be as kind as this one was. It will be different, it will be lonelier, and it will feel lacking without Sebastian. But right now, as you sit on a bed in comfortable silence in a First Aid tent in Spa, being cared for by a man you care for, you get the sneakiest feeling that yeah— everything will be okay.
#sebastian vettel#sebastian vettel x reader#sebastian vettel x you#sebastian vettel imagine#formula one#formula 1#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 x you#writing#f1 fandom#f1blr#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc x reader
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Or maybe I'm just crazy to think about smtg like that -💚
maybe it's a little crazy. would be fun though lmao
#but like that would put him on the same level of awful as beomgyu or worse#and tyun's flaw is more open to interpretation#mort talks#yamqn#💚 anon
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