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[kazuhaa0x]

Hi!! I want to write something buut Im not sure what. Unfortunately I been drowning in school work so I cant think so I need your help😝

[kazuhaa0x]

"So picky"

I'm back! I was sick, sorry I forgot to tell you... Well I wanted to change something soo here is a fic with Kimi! All respect to Kimi and his family!! English is not my first language and I used translator for words I didnt know(if there is any problems pls tell me! I first write everything in mh notes before I put it here)

The Ferrari garage was its usual symphony of movement — pit crew scrambling, engineers squinting at data screens, and someone somewhere yelling about tire pressures. But off to the side, tucked in a quiet, shadowed corner of the motorhome just outside the garage itself, Kimi Raikkonen was doing the unthinkable.

Napping. On your lap. Twenty minutes before quali.

M/N: (quietly, brushing a thumb through his hair) “You know you’re insane, right?”

Kimi didn’t respond. He just curled a little more into your thigh, breath slow and warm against the inside of your arm. His cap tilted just enough to cover his eyes. Red sweater sleeves bunched around his fists, clutched lazily in front of him like he was protecting a nap he'd fought for all week.

On the coffee table beside you both sat a half-eaten tray of strawberries and cream — your attempt to coax him into eating something before the adrenaline kicked in. He only ate two. Claimed the rest were “too squishy.” But somehow he still managed to smell faintly like them.

A mechanic passed by and did a double take before wisely deciding to keep walking. Kimi didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t care.

Kimi: (muffled) “M/N…”

M/N: “Yeah?”

Kimi: “If they wake me, I’ll quit.”

You snorted softly.

M/N: “You said that last week. And the week before. And when Vettel accidentally drank your espresso.”

Kimi didn’t answer. But his fingers found the hem of your jacket and tugged once, lazy but deliberate — his way of saying he didn’t really mean it. Just didn’t want to deal with the noise.

So you let him stay. Let him rest against your thigh like it was the only place on Earth soft enough to sleep. You didn’t care that the paddock buzzed around you — because in that quiet moment, Kimi Raikkonen, Ferrari’s Ice Man, world champion, eternal mystery, had picked you as his safe space.

~Scenarios of Kimi being a picky eater🍓

You were sitting across from Kimi at the small table in the Ferrari hospitality lounge. The spread was perfect: pastries, espresso, berries, eggs, even a little avocado toast you got him once and he secretly liked. Today, the chef tried something new—some kind of couscous-mango parfait.

Kimi stared at it like it was radioactive.

Kimi: “M/N… What is this?”

M/N: “It’s couscous. And fruit. With yogurt.”

Kimi: (frowning) “That sounds like something they give goats.”

M/N: “You eat goat cheese.”

Kimi: “That’s different. That’s cheese. Not... whatever this is.”

He picked up the spoon. Put it back down. Reached for a croissant. Stared at it suspiciously.

Kimi: “Is this normal or is it that... gluten-free... fluff.”

M/N: (deadpan) “It’s flour, butter, and sin. Relax.”

He took a bite, chewed slowly, and nodded once.

Kimi: “Good. Tell the chef to stop trying to kill me.”

You just smirked, sipping your coffee. This man survived 300kph wheel-to-wheel battles, but a cup of couscous had him nearly filing a complaint with HR.

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“I Said No Seeds” — Hotel Room in Monaco

Room service brought a fruit platter. You thought it’d be a win. Kimi liked strawberries, grapes, apples—basic stuff. Until he found one slice of dragonfruit.

Kimi: (holding it up like evidence in court) “What is this? Why is it looking at me?”

M/N: “It’s dragonfruit.”

Kimi: (suspicious) “Tastes like paper.”

He set it aside dramatically, reaching instead for the strawberries. You were on the bed scrolling through emails when you heard him sputter.

Kimi: “This one has seeds. Big seeds.”

M/N: (glancing over) “They all have seeds, bowah.”

Kimi: (offended) “Not like this. This one’s trying to be crunchy. That’s not what strawberries do.”

You chuckled, grabbed the tray, and swapped the “offending” one for a smaller, smoother one. He made a soft grunt of approval and popped it in his mouth like nothing ever happened.

You kissed his cheek as you passed behind him.

M/N:“You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

Kimi:“I know.”

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[kazuhaa0x]

“After the Confetti”

Setting: Monaco, 2010 — post-victory party, very late nigh

English is not my first language!! Sorry for any misspelling💙“Hey but Mark won Monaco 2010-” shush! Let me do me

(My second post! Thank you so much for so many likes on my last one! I’m still a bit lost here but I’m learning! I finally found where are the drafts.. IDK but there is so many cool options here!!)

“M/Nnnnnn… where’s my champagne?”

The party was loud — neon lights bouncing off crystal, house music thudding through the floor. Drivers, team members, and VIPs packed the rooftop terrace, but your eyes had never left him for more than a few seconds at a time.

You caught him by the waist before he could bump into a waiter holding an ice bucket.

“Time to go, champ,” you said, leaning close to his ear.

Sebastian blinked up at you with big, shiny eyes. “But I’m not even drunk yet.”

“You’re exactly drunk enough,” you said, gently prying the glass from his hand.

He pouted, leaning his entire weight against you with dramatic flair. “M/N, don’t be mean. I just won Monaco. I’m a legend tonight. You can’t carry a legend out of a party.”

“Watch me.”

And with that, you bent slightly, slipping an arm behind his knees and one around his back — lifting him in a clean, practiced motion.

Sebastian gasped in delight. “Oh! Strong husband. Carrying me like I’m some princess!”

“You’re more like a sleepy gremlin” you said, adjusting your grip as you began walking toward the elevator.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around your neck, grinning like a goof. “You think I’m cute, admit it.”

“I married you. That’s a pretty solid admission.”

He squinted at you suspiciously, then gently booped your nose. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am lucky,” you agreed, stepping into the empty elevator. Sebastian was still babbling in your arms, his voice a constant stream of half-formed thoughts.

“Did you see that guy who tried to hug me with, like, too much chest? Weird, right? I mean, not bad weird, just like… ‘bro I’m married’ weird. You should’ve tackled him.”

You chuckled. “I didn’t realize I needed to play bodyguard too.”

“You’re everything,” Sebastian said dreamily. “You’re like…my Swiss army husband. You drive. You lift. You kiss. You bring me water. You have nice shoulders. Really nice shoulders, by the way.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re very affectionate tonight.”

He grinned, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I won Monaco. I deserve your neck.”

“You talking nonsense baby”

“Do you think the moon watched me win today?”

You gently opened the car door and slid him into the passenger seat. “The moon was probably cheering for you.”

He beamed. “Moon has taste.”

You buckled him in, brushing his curls off his forehead. He leaned into the touch, his voice dropping to a quiet, sleepy murmur.

“I don’t care about the party. Just wanted to be with you.”

“I know” you said, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Sebastian hummed, already closing his eyes, fingers still loosely curled into the fabric of your shirt. “Wake me when we get to the room… unless you wanna carry me again. I won’t stop you.”

You laughed under your breath, heart full, hand resting on his knee as the car pulled away into the quiet Monaco night.

If you have idea for next post please just send it to me!(how do I open request?😔)

[kazuhaa0x]

“Sweet home”

~Sebastian Vettel x male reader~

First post👀 all respect to Seb and his family!!English is not my first language and I do use translator for words I didn’t know (btw I love making boys acting like cats)… Enjoy!

The snow had blanketed the hills outside their home overnight, turning the world into a quiet watercolor of whites and soft grays. Inside, the house was still, save for the low hum of the heater and the faint crackle of the fire in the living room.

M/N stirred first, stretching slowly beneath the thick quilt, the morning light peeking through the curtains. Beside him, a familiar warmth stayed tucked under the covers—a quiet, compact shape curled close to his side.

His face was nestled half into M/N’s chest, golden-brown hair tousled, lashes brushing his cheeks. One arm was slung lazily across M/N’s stomach, fingers twitching occasionally in his sleep like a dreaming kitten.

M/N smiled and ran his hand slowly down Sebastian’s back, fingertips tracing light patterns over the soft cotton of his shirt. Sebastian let out a faint, muffled noise—a content hum that sounded dangerously close to a purr.

“Morning” M/N whispered, brushing his lips against Sebastian’s forehead.

“No talking yet…” Sebastian mumbled, voice heavy with sleep and something impossibly fond. “Too early. Too warm.”

M/N chuckled, low and quiet. “It’s nearly ten.”

Sebastian peeked one eye open, squinting up at him with mock offense. “Still winter. Still our break. Not getting up.”

“You don’t want coffee?”

Sebastian frowned like a betrayed cat, nuzzling back into M/N’s chest. “Only if you bring it here.”

That earned him a kiss on the forehead—slow and tender.

“You really married me just to be spoiled, huh?”

A smirk twitched at Sebastian’s lips. “Partly. Also, you look stupidly handsome in the morning.”

M/N rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his grin. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Sebastian shifted, finally cracking both eyes open now, sleep-soft and glowing with something quiet and sure. “I know.”

He leaned up slightly, pressing a kiss to M/N’s jaw, then his cheek, then—slowly—to his lips. It was soft and sleepy and a little clumsy, like he hadn’t quite woken up enough to aim properly. M/N pulled him in, deepening it just enough, hand sliding to the back of his neck.

When they broke apart, Sebastian stayed close, their noses brushing.

“You are so cute Seb..” M/N murmured.

Sebastian smiled against his skin. “And you are handsome” He tucked himself back in, half-draped across M/N’s chest, clearly not moving anytime soon. “Now go get the coffee. I’ll be here. Being lazy and cute.”

M/N kissed the top of his head again. “Don’t move. I’ll bring the coffee and maybe some toast. Spoiled brat..”

“You’re perfect,” Sebastian mumbled.

“I know,” M/N teased.

And with that, he slipped out from under the covers, leaving his husband cocooned in warmth, the quiet kind of joy that didn’t need anything grand. Just the hush of snow, the glow of the fire, and the knowledge that love like this—simple and soft—was forever.