#sebs 001
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Franny deu uma leve batida na porta antes de se esgueirar com habilidade para dentro da sala de Sebastian. Era final de tarde e já tinham se passado alguns minutos desde que a última selecionada havia saído. O dia tinha se passado arrastando, mas ela cumpriu todas as obrigações sem reclamar, seguindo a farsa de que ainda não havia sido eliminada. A mente, no entanto, não conseguia deixar de pensar em Martinez, no sorriso dele, nas sardas pelo nariz...Ela se sentia absolutamente, ridicularmente, estúpida. Mas não conseguia se controlar. O coração batia forte e as pernas se mexiam sem que ela tivesse escolha. Mesmo sem pensar muito, terminou o dia no corredor da sala dele. “Eu sei”, começou a falar, antes que o outro fosse capaz de dizer qualquer coisa. “Eu já sei o que você vai dizer. Eu não deveria estar aqui”.
No entanto, apesar do perigo e risco da situação, não conteve um sorriso, ao virar a cabeça um pouco para o lado. Os lábios brincavam travessos, como se ela mesma não conseguisse acreditar quão fraca se tornava perto dele. “Mas não consegui resistir”. @whisperer-seb
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Them and them.
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What we’re truly here for at ROC😅
Jan. 28 2023, day 1 ROC nations cup🏆
#a lil mishap#honestly this put me on the ground#🤣#this is free smiles and serotonin#seb was laughing qUicK#what a little bastard#so was val#checks out#I beg you to go watch the actual story it’s better quality😅#you can see Seb’s .001 second concern face before he turned into the chaos kitty he is#sebastian vettel#mick schumacher#valterri bottas#mika hakkinen#felix rosenqvist#tom kristensen#roc 2023#mick and seb🥹#he’s too pretty for this world
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Hi Fi Rush Turnarounds: Part 4
Final part for these turnarounds! I didn't get the pigeons or the snail because I did not have enough tickets and did not want to play the game over completely just to get more easy-to-get tickets.
#hi fi rush#hfr#hfr SCR-UB#hfr SP-55#hfr mimosa's backing band#hfr PGR-0101#hfr CAR-11E#hfr LU-C1LLE#hfr O5-KAR#hfr HA-K0#hfr KUT-WAN#hfr TEC-78#hfr OL-404#hfr level up machine#hfr smidge#hfr the artist#hfr VA-SER#hfr SBR-001#hfr DUM-1E#hfr SEB-AAA#hfr JSF-001#reference#sorry this one is so big#but there wasn't a clean way to break them up
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Sebastian huffed and puffed all the way over to the man’s -- Evan’s -- house, so riled up over an old, dilapidated piano that he nearly snapped the wheel of fancy fucking car within his white knuckled grip.
He was angry. So fucking angry. He could buy all the pianos in the world, if he wanted to. Every instrument, regardless of type. But it was always the things Sebastian couldn’t have that he wanted the most. That piano was his father’s. It belonged to him. The fact that Holland had denied him, told him no, given it away to a fucking stranger -- it all made him that much more determined to have it. It was his. A birthright.
Holland said one thing, but this man, the fucker who thought he had any right to Hank’s belongings, would be convinced to think differently. Sebastian wouldn’t leave until he had all eighty-eight keys safely tucked in a truck, travelling across town to his penthouse. He was prepared to do anything. Give money. Blackmail. Toss a punch. Hopefully it would be easier than that. He had the perfect sob story, after all.
Stupid fucking Holland. Stupid fucking Holland, making him do this stupid fucking shit. Sebastian was bitter and grumpy and stressed. The last thing he wanted to do was get on his knees and say please oh please, with a cherry on top. How humiliating, to beg a stranger for crumbs of your own father.
His anger was still burning hot when he pounded on the door, his chest swollen with a long held breath. Sebastian’s brows were furrowed and his shoulders were tight, every part of him tense and ready to defend his right to his own property.
He had no idea what to expect, no idea who Evan was, but either way, Sebastian didn’t expect his frustration to dissipate so quickly. The door opened, and as the air got pulled along with it, Sebastian felt himself exhale, his body relaxing. Even his voice came out nicer than he expected.
Good. He didn’t want any bullshit about his bad behaviour ending up in the press.
“Are you Evan?” He asked, only inches from calm once his jaw unclenched.
@keepingupwiththeshores
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CLOSED START FOR: @sebcox
LOCATION: loco pez, fishtown
Sometimes, nothing was better for the soul than some Mexican cuisine and an ice cold beer. And for Danny, that seemed to be the cure-all, a sure-fire way to raise his spirits. He'd seen more of Seb recently because he was on a fool's errand of learning the guitar, but he liked to think the guy was a good friend, someone who he could grab a few drinks with and have a good, stress-free time. As Danny approached the table he was sharing with Seb, he extended one of the two beers he held towards him. "Okay, so bad news, I think I learned all the strings backwards and left-handed, so we're gonna have to start from scratch next week. On the other hand, Smoke on the Water is coming along super nicely if you don't have a discerning ear."
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Tom > Junie & Seb
Tom: hello children
Tom: shall we have a family dinner this weekend?
Tom: other halves are welcome
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when: 10 december, at some point in the evening
where: dorm party
who: @sebmorrison
“ see those people over there?” heni speaks as she takes a seat next to the other on the sofa - her hand waving nonchalantly in the direction of a couple on the other side of the room. was it bad manners to people watch? a little bit, she supposed. but it was oh so nice to have some drama to hone in on that wasn’t ‘greer this’ or ‘police enquiry that’. “i’ve been eyeing them all night. i think they’re about to break up. or make out. either. i think i might be too tipsy to discern which.” she pauses, but only to take another sip of her drink. “what’s your hunch?”
#– sebastian morrison.#– seb 001.#– interactions.#– events.#– event (pre-finals).#alcohol mention tw
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starter for @inquixotic
he broaches the subject with no segue, hands thrown in the air like he usually does when asking a question or just plain confused. “ i’m gonna say the thing that i’m pretty sure everyone is thinking. were you just like trying to shit the stick or was there actual strategy and reasoning behind your votes? ”
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track 001. shameless
─── ❝ distance, inches in between, i want you to give in. ❞ ───
masterlist // next
liked by charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc, pierregasly and others
nataliaruiz my “best” friend gets to drive for ferrari next year! i think this calls for a celebration! (please get me sebastian vettel’s number or daniel ricciardo's, i'm not picky)
tagged: charles_leclerc
charles_leclerc we are best friends stop lying to people
nataliaruiz are we though?
charles_leclerc and i’m not getting you sebastian’s number much less daniel's
nataliaruiz oh come on! please! for me!
charles_leclerc no way
user18 oh how i’ll adore having natalia around at the paddock with seb.
user25 why is she only making her presence known now that charles is driving for ferrari? was alfa romero not enough?
user18 she has a job asshole and they’ve been friends since they were kids.
nataliaruiz if you’ll scroll further down my page you’ll find that i congratulated charles on his achievement in getting into formula 1. not that i need to give an explanation to a stranger.
pierregasly have you two started dating yet? asking for a friend (i’m the friend)
nataliaruiz fuck off you french fuck
user84 so it's not just us who sees it
user67 meaning we’re not crazy like we thought we were
danielricciardo hate to break it to you kid, but i have a girlfriend
nataliaruiz aw man. also, please never call me kid again, i'm not that young. i could totally date leo dicaprio
pierregasly that's because you're under 25...
nataliaruiz i wouldn't complain.
maxverstappen33 you're telling me i have to deal with dumb and dumber?
nataliaruiz you fucking love me verstappen admit it.
maxverstappen33 i tolerate you at best on a good day.
it started with alcohol, although stories like this always do. in hindsight you can't really blame charles for the choices he made when natalia looked the way she did. she was beautiful, he had known that his entire life. boys always told him he was lucky to have a best friend who looked like her. though it didn't always feel like luck when a boy broke her heart and he was left to console her. sometimes he wished she was less beautiful so her heart would get broken less.
after the announcement of charles’ move to ferrari for the 2019 season, natalia had decided a party night was in order, and charles was never one to say no to her. not even when they were little kids getting in trouble for whatever stupid stunt they decided to pull. it wasn't just that he had a crush on her until he was 14, but more so he didn't know how to say no to a pretty girl, especially one who was his best friend. even when she had moved to a different country to pursue her dreams of acting and modeling, they always found a way to speak. it also helped that she dropped everything the moment he needed her and vice versa.
had it cost them both relationships, yes, but neither of them truly cared. it was a weird dynamic to everyone, they acted like couple but they were friends, or so they insisted. and so they found themselves in the position they were in, naked in a bed, with a massive hangover. waking up together in a bed wasn't strange, they had done that before, but waking up naked was something new to them. natalia was the first to wake up, shooting up when she'd realized what had happened. she grabbed the pillow she had been using and smacked charles across the face, effectively waking up the sleeping boy.
charles shot up, "je suis réveillé. qu'est-ce qui ne va pas? qui est mort?" (i'm awake. what's wrong? who is dead?)
"english, charles, english. it’s too early for french," natalia sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"what's wrong?" natalia gestured to him, then her, and then their clothes on the room floor, "non."
"oui," she sarcastically said, "what do we do?"
"ignore it?" he questioned, "do you remember anything?"
"no," she muttered, "do you?"
charles shook his head, "i don't remember anything after pierre stood on a table."
"good, we forget this ever happened, things go back to normal."
charles nodded, "okay, do i close my eyes?"
"for?"
"are you not going to put your clothes back on?"
"oh!" natalia realized, "yes, i am."
pierre gasly added two people
pierre gasly they didn't leave to go fuck max!
max verstappen i'm just saying it could be a possibility. we've all been waiting years for them to start dating.
esteban ocon doesn't she have a boyfriend?
pierre gasly non, ils ont rompu, je pense (no, they broke up, i think)
mae jones translation?
pierre gasly google translate it bitch
mae jones you know what you french fuck baguette, joan of arc is still more famous than you AND SHE'S BEEN DEAD FOR CENTURIES!!
max verstappen PIERRE FUCKING GASLY IF YOU FUCKING ADDED LECLERC I'M CRASHING INTO YOU NEXT WEEK
natalia ruiz is pierre talking shit again?
max verstappen EVEN WORSE YOU ADDED NATALIA?
natalia ruiz no, it's just not fair right?
max verstappen i hate you.
natalia ruiz and yet i was still your first kiss
charles leclerc WHAT?!
mae jones excuse me?
daphne jones can you guys shut up? for once? i can't have a moment of peace in the studio because my phone keeps blowing up.
natalia ruiz I'M GONNA GO SCREAM IN A PILLOW
charles leclerc please don't.
esteban ocon are you two together?
natalia ruiz i slept over. we didn't fuck.
pierre gasly yet.
pierre gasly also, i feel like we should circle back to the natalia was max's first kiss thing. how did that happen? when did that happen? where did it happen?
max verstappen as mae says, i plead the fifth
natalia ruiz we were 12, and it was a dare. momma didn't raise a bitch
natalia ruiz well, she didn't raise me but you guys get what i mean
daniel ricciardo ah, trauma dumping, a skill this friend group is excellent at, welcome to the club.
max verstappen NO! DON'T DO THAT SHIT! THEY ARE NOT WELCOME!
sebastian vettel max, behave.
carlos sainz this is why we call you dad seb. you act like one.
natalia ruiz oh my god. oh my god. oh my god.
charles leclerc i am now deaf in one ear. she has really strong lungs.
esteban ocon i figure we should let her knew lewis and fernando are also in this group chat. to get all of the screaming out at once.
charles leclerc well fuck you for that esteban. my ears are ringing.
charles was fucked and apparently a good liar. he remembered everything from last night, from the first drink he had to the first kiss he shared with natalia. he was far from sober last night, but for some fucked up reason he remembered everything. charles didn't have the same luck as natalia, he just couldn't forget. and oh, how badly he wanted to forget, lorenzo had been right, falling for your best friend was never going to work out. it was times like these where he desperately wished his papa and jules were still around, they always knew what to say.
everyone around him always told him he was a shit liar, but hah! he had just proved them all wrong (take that pierre and george!) charles had effectively lied to his best friend right in her face and she hadn’t suspected a thing. apparently he had been thinking too hard because natalia sat next to him and he hadn’t noticed. charles wasn't even sure how they were functioning in the same space after what had occured between them this morning, rather late last night.
she sighed, trying to get his attention, charles turned to glance at her, saying nothing. natalia rolled her eyes and huffed, this time charles felt inclined to speak.
“what?” charles asked. she shrugged, “i don’t know, i feel weird.”
“do not tell me-” natalia’s eyes widened realizing what he was implying, “no charles! that’s not how it works. it’s been barely 24 hours or less!”
“i’m a man!” he shouted back, “i don’t know how that works!”
“oh my god,” natalia laughed. she sat back before turning her body to face charles, “kiss me.”
“quoi?” the monegasque questioned. she shrugged again, “i don’t know. maybe it’s because i know what we did and now i can’t seem to stop thinking about why on earth i would sleep with my best friend.”
“so… you want me to kiss you?”
“yes, maybe then i’ll remember why.”
“i’m not going to kiss you,” charles argued.
“what? why not?” natalia asked, “i’m a great kisser! i won’t bite, i swear!”
“you bit louis when we were 16,” charles reminded.
“because he was a horrible kisser and he liked garlic a bit too much.”
charles grimaced and opened his mouth to reply before natalia rolled her eyes him, grabbing him by the shirt of his collar and pulling in for a kiss. he reciprocated quickly, and after about a minute, natalia pulled away. charles stared at her, wondering what her next move would be.
she cocked her head to the side, “no, i still don’t get it.”
“get what?”
“why?”
charles quickly realized what she meant and replied, “we were drunk?”
“i would’ve done it sober,” natalia dismissed.
charles was shocked, that was a new revelation to him, “you would?”
“of course,” she quickly replied, “i would kiss you sober because what if a crazy fan was trying to kiss you? or what if a crazy ex wanted to kiss me?”
“right,” charles dejectedly replied. he stood up, “i’m going to take a nap.”
natalia stood up after him, grabbing his hand as he walked away, “was it the kiss? je suis désolée (i’m sorry) i wasn’t thinking and-”
charles interrupted her, pulling her closer and kissing her, natalia reciprocated. charles pulled away, placing his hand on her hips, there was tension between them, “tell me to stop and i will. i would never-”
it was her turn to cut him off, “don’t, don’t stop.”
green eyes met brown, not an ounce of regret seemed to be held in either of them. natalia waited for him to kiss her again. would this potentially ruin their friendship? absolutely, but neither of them cared, not right now. not when they only needed one thing, and one thing only, each other.
“why?” charles whispered, not daring to break their bubble.
“why not?” she argued.
“but it could-”
“i don’t care,” natalia says, “i trust you and you’re my best friends. i’d rather it be you then someone else i met at a bar. someone i don’t care about.”
“it’s going to change everything,” charles argued back.
“you’re schedule is about to be even worse because you’re driving for ferrari next season, you won’t have time for a relationship. i don’t want a shitty one night stand with a stranger or a relationship right now. it’s a win win for us.”
charles opened his mouth to argue again, but natalia has had enough, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. she pulled away first, breathing heavily, “do you want me to stop?”
“merde,” charles whispered, “non,” he decided after he paused to think about it, “s'il te plaît, ne t'arrête pas.” (shit, no. please, don’t stop.)
“okay,” she whispered, pulling him in for another kiss, both of them proceeding to lose each other in between charles’ sheets, not an ounce of regret. years later, they’ll both realize they were fucking idiots in love who disguised it as a friends with benefits relationship.
they both lay breathless in his bed between the sheets, she lays her head on his chest, and he pulls her close. they should’ve known then, it was never just sex for either of them. it was never was just going to be just sex.
“just sex?” she asks him.
charles, despite a broken heart quickly realized it was better to have a small part of natalia, than no part of her, “just sex,” he whispered, “this doesn’t change anything does it?”
natalia looks up at him, doe eyes looking at him, “no,” she replied, holding up her left pinky, like when they were children, “best friends?”
“pour toujours,” charles answers, interlacing their pinkies. (forever)
the were truly fucked from the start. if only they had realized it from the moment their lips first touched, maybe things would've gone differently for them. but would it truly? they had always loved each other, one way or another, they would end up in a similar situation.
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¡leclerc-s speaks!
y'all I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT! hence why i skipped that whole thing entirely. but yay, first part of this series is finally out! this story does begin in 2018, right after charles was announced to be driving for ferrari in the 2019 season and then jumps to 2019.
¡disclaimer!
this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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I know I don't post Joseb here much any more, but I caught news that Sebastian and Joseph have cameos as robots in the new Tango game Hi-Fi Rush! 🤖
Seb has his canteen and Joseph has his notebook and their names are SEB-AAA and JSF-001! SO DARNED CUTE! 😍😍😍
Also wondering if the red canister on Joseph's back is a reference to him being blown up constantly LMAO.
See the full vid on Twitter by WolfMoon35!
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Silly Headcanon/Crackfic:
Every November 2nd while Kale is in charge, someone blasts Caramelldansen over the speaker system at random points through out the day. Most staff were convinced that Zanzo was involved but he denied it. (They aren't wrong for suspecting him- he pulls pranks like this all the time.)
SEB-AAA and JSF-001 are on the case, but it quickly is brushed aside in favor of more pressing matters.
So the mystery remains unsolved until the Caramelldansen incident occurs post-canon. Chai is sent to investigate and he finds a small, square building disguised by brush outside of Research and Development.
There is only a single room inside, an office. A music program plays from a laptop on the desk and in the office chair is a Zanzo plushie with a sticky note on its forehead.
The note reads: "ANIME LOL! (°∀°)"
#meg thinks out loud#hi-fi rush#hfr#headcanon#technically fanfic#listen sometimes you indulge your inner silly goose and you end up with stuff like this
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alix. 20. ferrari and mercedes till i die.
i love: lando, charles, danny, seb, mick, oscar, lewis, mika, kimi, alex. ill be posting an accumulation of fanfics for basically my (all time) favs. enjoy. consume responsibly, lol.
001. masterlist ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ 002. recent work ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
warning: my blog is strictly 18+, minors do not interact, I am not responsible for your media consumption.
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more under the cut...
drivers i'll write for:
daniel ricciardo
lando norris
charles leclerc
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Naomi Campbell – Lighted Darkness 001 2011
Photographed by Seb Janiak
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At first Holland complained, groaning at Sebastian’s insistence that they invite her husband to join their pity fest. She tossed a pillow at him, bitching about his stupidity, reminding her brother that Jimmy was exactly who she was trying to avoid.
Then Sebastian plied her with more alcohol.
He filled her drink, eased it up towards her mouth, and smiled a smile so fucking devilish that Holland was certain she knew exactly who his father was. She even told him so. Spawn of fucking satan. Sebastian kept smiling. He maybe smiled even more.
“--But we have that in common, don’t we?”
She told him to fuck off, but the second Holland tasted tequila on her tongue, all of that anger dissipated. She was easy to placate, at least. Holland was also forgetful enough a drunk to be surprised when the doorbell rang, and Sebastian went to reveal her husband standing there.
Holland was a whole lot less grumbly about it now. Her brows furrowed in confusion and then softened, face lighting up at the sight of her favourite person. For a second, she forgot she was supposed to be angry at him, at anyone, just glad to see another familiar face.
And he didn’t look angry, either. At least Holland didn’t think so.
She gasped a little, sitting up in her seat to see him better. “Hey, you!” Holland called, twisting to lean over the back of the couch. “Where’s --” She snickered a little, leaning her weight more against the sofa’s back. “You gonna tell me where the kids are this time?”
Sebastian almost snickered, but covered it by clearing his throat. “Holly.” He looked at Jimmy with that same cheeky smile, cheeks flushed from his own intoxication.
“Sorry. Deep, healing work going on here. We’re uh -- we’re uh -- doing what we can.” Drinking. They could drink.
He stepped aside, letting Jimmy in. “Care to join? I think your wife is finding it very cathartic.”
@keepingupwiththeshores
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