"I love you," Sebastian's confession is hushed, his eyes meeting Kimi’s with barely hidden fear in them.
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“I love you,” Sebastian’s confession is hushed, his eyes meeting Kimi’s with barely hidden fear in them.
The car hums steadily under them, a long ribbon of Finnish countryside unspooling through the windshield. Kimi doesn’t react right away. He just looks at the road again and drives, one hand on the wheel, the other draped loose over the gearshift.
Seb waits. He can hear his own pulse in his ears, the faint tick of the indicator, the static of the radio turned down too low.
Finally, Kimi glances over, eyes flicking back to the road almost immediately. “Yeah,” he says. “I know.”
Seb blinks. “You—what?”
“I know.”
There’s a pause. The car keeps moving, indifferent. Seb’s hands twist together in his lap. “What do you mean, you know?”
Kimi shrugs. “You say it without saying it all the time.”
Seb stares at him, incredulous. “That’s not—Kimi, I just told you I love you, and you’re acting like I reminded you to get milk.”
Another shrug. “I thought it was pretty clear.”
Seb feels heat rise in his neck. “Clear?”
“Yes.” Kimi’s voice stays flat, unbothered. “I mean, I thought it was obvious when I had my dick inside y—”
“Oh my God, stop.” Seb cuts him off, mortified. “I am trying to be serious right now!”
Kimi makes a low sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. He mutters something in Finnish under his breath that sounds suspiciously like amusement. “You Germans need evrything printed out,” he says finally, shaking his head.
Seb crosses his arms, glaring out the window, trying not to let his heart hammer its way out of his chest. The road bends, sunlight slipping across Kimi’s face.
Then, without a word, Kimi slows the car and pulls over onto the shoulder. Gravel crunches under the tires. He puts it in park, turns to look at Seb properly for the first time since the confession.
Kimi’s expression doesn’t change much—just a small softening around the eyes, a tilt of his mouth that might be a smile if you know how to read him.
“You love me,” he says quietly, like he’s confirming something he’s already known for ages.
Seb swallows. “Yes.”
“Good. I obviously love you too,” Kimi says simply, and leans over to kiss him.
It’s not dramatic or slow or cinematic—it’s just Kimi: straightforward, warm, solid. A kiss that means exactly what it means.
When they part, Seb’s breath catches, his hand still fisted in Kimi’s jacket. “So that’s…clear, then?” he manages.
Kimi nods. “Crystal.”
The engine hums on, steady as a heartbeat, and Seb laughs under his breath, helpless, because of course this is how it happens—with a confession, a sigh, and Kimi Räikkönen pulling over like it’s the most practical solution in the world.
chapter 7 of tales of rain, umbrellas, and shared cigarettes in timeless cities is out!
Let it be said, when getting himself a boyfriend, Kimi Räikkönen had never truly processed all the implications it entailed. Sure, he knew date nights would be a complimentary part of the deal, he revelled in the privilege of waking up to the adorable slope of a button nose and a dopey, sleep-laden smile, he breathed for every press of lips rest upon the angel he could call his, but spending half of his paycheck on a car rental for the weekend was not one of the things he'd ever assumed were in the fineprint of the fictitious contract he'd signed.
Kimi is busy preparing for the incoming snowstorm when his dog Aino leads him to something he never expected: Sebastian Vettel, unconscious in the snow outside his cabin.
With the roads blocked and no signal to call for help, Kimi has no choice but to take him in and keep him warm until the storm passes.
it’s been more than a year since i’ve last finished a simi story. thanks to @sewismi-agenda i could finally finish it! so happy and proud to share this with you.
the fic is finished but the other two parts still need editing. i’ll post them before the end of the year. hope you enjoy!
I need to go and make stroopwaffels that I promised someone for tomorrow. I also have to do reboot on my laptop and remove linux. I also have to write updates on WIPs.
Instead I started a new one-shot.
Here’s the summary:
Christian Horner has had some very successful drivers under his guidance. But that means that his eyes has seen a lot through the years. Here are five times that he was surprised and one time he wasn’t.
800 words, cowgirl lesbians, mcd (mentioned where it is), link to ao3
Sebi's lungs burnt, the wind assailing them as the roof of her mouth dried faster than the saline plains of Death Valley. Every hit of the mare's hooves against the uneaven flooring of the field reverberated up her spine, a bundle of tension forming at the base of her nape. The mare's mane grated at her finger tips, knuckles the colour of mountain tops in the midst of December. Sebi could feel the denim of her pants grating against the blood bay of the mare's coat, silken coat dulling at every electron ripped, sturdy muscles underneath twitching at every hit of her legs.
But the pain was exhilirating.
And Sebi had never breathed in a high of this magnitude. Tendrils of death wrapped around her ankles; threatening twisted paths up her denim-clad legs, pulling her back to monotony; pulling her back to clean-cut, dictated virtues; pulling her back to the agonising hiding and restraining of repressed pulses. But Sebi had already stolen the horse. Sebi was already trying her luck at her riding the mare. Sebi would in no time find herself kneeling by the feet of Kimi Räikkönen of Sauber farms, imploring her to be her bride.
The ring rest heavy in her jacket's pocket, repeatedly banging against her chest like a commander to her heartbeat. The very heart that beat solely for the owner of the ring - for its one and onely holder. Sebi's heart had long not belonged to her. All it had taken was one glance at golden blonde hair and eyes clear as a mid-August sky gazing at her; indifferent, calculating, cold, and Sebi had given up all custody of her bodily functions. She lived for Kimi and Kimi only. And today Kimi would be brought to grasp the sword of Damocles. If Sebi was to die, it could only be in the arms of Kimi Räikkönen.
And if she were to live, it could only be by Kimi Räikkönen's side.
The lights of Sauber farms were beacons of hope in the blood red of the setting sun, dimming shadows of rocky mountains a picturesque backdrop to her destiny. Sebi's ears rung from the wind-wild hair whipping their shell. Honey pigtails let loose to the chilling wind, the speed was exhilerating, a past blur in the horizon now took on the shape of uneaven roofs and red painted barns.
Reality morphed, delirium racing through her veins, absorbing through every molecule of her being, every atom vibrating at the frequency of insanity. Sebi was righteous. Sebi had never missed a day of Church. Sebi believed in the good Lord above. Sebi had never stolen, cheated, gambled or even drunk be it a single sip of alcohol. Sebi was as virtuous as they came, it was only right the good Lord above would grant her the one thing she'd ever asked for, the very person she'd dared lust after.
The figure of whom she could now decipher through her bedroom window. Endless plains of soft, porcelain skin Sebi would shake Hell, Purgatory and Heaven for a taste of. The figure stilled, baby blue blouse half unbuttoned before electrifying eyes peaked a glance through the window, widening at the sight of Sebi grinning back, smile just an inch too wide for soundness. Kimi's mouth opened, eyes never leaving Sebi's dillated pupils.
Every second Sebi inched closer to the farmhouse. Every second the tension between their unwavering eyecontact grew. Every second Sebi came closer to imminent downfall.
One second her eyes were laser focused on Kimi's angelic form, overhead light illuminating a halo behind her head. A second later her eyes were millimeters from the floor, blurring at the sight of crimson seeping into dirt brown. Seering pain pierced through her skull, barely able to comprehend what exactly happened as her conscious slipped, the stinging smell of burning flesh and a blistering pain paralysing her spine the last thing it registered.
Sebi should have expected it. Mr Räikkönen was particularly known for being hot-headed, trigger finger always ready to sentence whatever inconvenience. It had been a dangerous endeavour, a danger Sebi should have contemplated longer than she had.
The ring stilled against her chest, loyal heartbeat following suit. The nightly breeze toyed with her hair, honey blonde matted red. The pearly gates of Heaven surely were far darker - closer to wild-fire carbonated ebony - than she'd anticipated. Alas, it was what she earnt for attempting to close the door in old death's face.
A day later it would be uncovered, a crassly moulded silver band, home to a delicate piece of turquoise. A ring just like any other amateurishly made in the region. What had caught the attention of the sheriff though, had been the words crudely carved on the inside of the band.
there ain't no room in my bed, as far as i'm concerned
chapter 3 of tales of rain, umbrellas, and shared cigarettes in timeless cities is out for the many faces of simi challenge!
But it was fine. His apartment was clean (or so he hoped) and he'd hung up his rugs and shalls so even if the walls were littered in stains, it wasn't a problem for his eyes to deal with any longer. Not to mention he could now prance around the place like he was in the middle of an oversized pillow fort. What more could one want, truly?
Maybe a bed that'd allow him to twist and turn without creaking so loud it woke up his downstairs neighbour. Kimi's bed hadn't creaked. Or maybe it did. In all honesty Seb had been too tired to register anything other than the heavy arm that'd sneaked round his waist partway through the night and the soft snores from the man he was acting as a (very willing) teddy bear to.
He missed Kimi.
