... This Is Just For Practicing English

“Not all men. Nah, who am I kidding? All men”

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✯ pairing: Sebastian Vettel x GF! Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: none✯

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She was pacing the living room, phone pressed to her ear as she chatted with her best friend. The conversation had taken its usual turn into juicy gossip, her friend recounting the latest drama with one of her coworkers.

“So, he goes on three dates with her, right? Three! And then just ghosts her. Like, how do men even function like this?” her friend said, exasperated.

She hummed in agreement, rolling her eyes even though she couldn’t see her. “Yeah, men are just... ugh, they’re all the same sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” her friend shot back. “Girl, always. Every single time.”

That made her laugh. “Okay, fine. Men are always like this, gosh.” she paused for a beat, then added with a mischievous chuckle, “Not all men. Nah, who am I kidding? All men.”

Her friend cracked up on the other end of the line, and she joined her, the two of them feeding off each other’s energy. “God, you’re so right,” her friend said. “Anyway, I’ll catch up with you later. Thanks for the laugh.”

“Anytime,” she said, smiling as she hung up and slipped her phone into her pocket.

The room was quiet now, except for the soft rustle of pages turning. She glanced up, seeing Seb on the couch, book in hand, but the amused grin on his face told her he’d heard every word.

“So,” he said, setting his book down and folding his arms. “All men, huh?”

“Wait, you were listening?” she chuckled, “to my very private top secret conversation?” she joked.

He grinned wider, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth as he teased back, “Well, I must say, I learned some rather…pertinent information about the male species today. Seems we're all just a bunch of clueless, womanizing ghosts.” He chuckled softly, standing up from the couch.

“I stand corrected,” she started, her grin wedding with the banter, “queer men are usually not like that.” 

Seb laughed and walked over to her, slipping an arm around her waist. “Queer men, huh? Well, I guess that means I'm still in the doghouse then,” he joked, giving her a playful squeeze.

Seb grinned mischievously as he pulled her closer. “But hey, if all men are really that bad, why do you keep hanging around this one?” he teased, his blue eyes twinkling with playful accusation. “Maybe you secretly enjoy the thrill of being surrounded by such a charming rogue.”

“Okay, okay, maybe not all men,” she finally conceded, “but always a man.”

Seb chuckled and shook his head. “Well, I suppose that's fair. I mean, let's not forget who was chasing after who in the beginning,” he said with a playful smirk. “I seem to recall a certain someone keeping things casual, while I was the eager one wanting to make things serious. Sounds like you were the real rogue there, love.”

She chuckled slightly, as there was true in his words. “Okay, maybe you're like the exception,” she admitted, smiling.

Seb grinned triumphantly and pulled her in for a quick, playful spin. “Now you're talking! I guess even the most die-hard cynic can find a decent bloke now and then,” he teased, giving her waist a gentle squeeze before releasing her.

“Die-hard cynic? Me?” she said, her faux offense evident in her tone.

Seb winked playfully as he took a step back. “Well, you know what they say —the more cynical they are, the more they need a good man to prove them wrong,” he quipped with a cheeky grin. “And lucky for me, I seem to have succeeded in my noble quest.” Seb's grin softened into a more tender smile as he reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips lightly brushing her cheek. “But in all seriousness, you know I'm just happy to be the exception to your rule.”

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✯ authors note: I just loved the quote “Not all men, but always a man” Also the images are a little random lol

English is not my first language, and I hope you liked it <3

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Formula 1

— Charles Leclerc

⊹ Death and Kisses

⊹ Love in sickness and wins

— Carlos Sainz

⊹ Destino

— Sebastian Vettel

⊹ Better driver

Star Wars

— Anakin Skywalker

⊹ Reader Doesn't Eat Properly

⊹ Someone Tried to Rape Reader

⊹ Someone Tried to Rape Reader Part. 2

⊹ Shy Reader

⊹ Home

— Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

⊹ Writing Challenge (01 AU)

yo y mis hermanas argentinas ahora

ARGENTINA IS AGAIN IN THE F1, sorry somos pesados y vamos a seguir rompiendo las bolas siempre

y/n: but look at him! He is soo cutee, should we adopt him? *rise the kitten*

anakin: we still have R2D2, we can't have another pet

r2d2: *angry robotic noises*

ill be back in ten, okay?

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

(low-key a part 2 to this, but can be read separately)

summary: oscar sneaks in to check on reader during a pcos flare-up.

warnings: pcos mention, chronic pain

A/N: (ive had this lined up since after ur last req and i’m posting it now) no one asked for this but this is my new favourite thing to write. so ENJOY :> i keep saying this but y’all if u’ve got requests for ANY driver, please, feel free to send them in. any scenario. i’ll try to make it possible. i love u, babies 🤙💋

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you’re curled up on the motorhome couch with a hot pack pressed against your stomach and oscar’s hoodie swallowed around your frame. the pain has mostly dulled into a low throb, and now you’re just… tired.

the paddock noise hums outside, muffled behind the tinted windows, and you assume oscar’s back at work. qualifying starts soon. he’s probably in briefing.

you don’t expect the soft creak of the door.

you glance up.

he peeks in with the most ridiculous look — wide eyes, slight smirk, finger to his lips like he’s sneaking into a forbidden zone.

you raise an eyebrow. “aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“i am,” he whispers dramatically, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him. “i’m working on morale.”

you laugh quietly. “pretty sure your job is to drive the car, piastri.”

“i can multitask,” he says, crossing the room in four long steps. “and right now, the girl i love is wearing my hoodie and looking unfairly cute while recovering from a flare-up, so i had to intervene.”

he sits beside you, eyes shining, hands already reaching for yours.

“five minutes,” he says, holding up his hand. “then i’ll go back to being a professional athlete or whatever.”

you smile as he leans in, kisses you softly. it’s warm and slow, like he’s got nowhere to be — even though you both know he does.

you tug gently at the collar of his fireproof undershirt. “you taste like energy drink.”

“romantic,” he deadpans.

you giggle. “thanks for sneaking in.”

he kisses your cheek. “i’ll always sneak in for you.”

and when he finally stands to leave, he pauses in the doorway and turns back with a grin.

“might be back in ten. can’t promise anything.”

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I need a r2d2

y/n: but look at him! He is soo cutee, should we adopt him? *rise the kitten*

anakin: we still have R2D2, we can't have another pet

r2d2: *angry robotic noises*

09. Alguno se enferma

' ao3 — '

Naeve sin duda estaba feliz cuando Kylo volvió de la misión a salvo, era pleno invierno e incluso con las mejores ropas sabía lo peligroso que era estar al descubierto por semanas. En la noche del reencuentro, durmieron calentitos y cómodos en su cama, disfrutando de la presencia del otro. En la madrugada, Naeve empezó a sentir calor en lo que se estaba apoyando, se despertó confundida y lo primero que vio fue el cuerpo de Kylo semidesnudo lleno de sudor. Aun estaba incociente, asi que saco los mechones de pelo negro que caian en la frente del soldado y apoyo su palma ahi, notando la alta temperatura que su cuerpo tenia.  

Antes de salir de la habitación, tapó con las mantas el cuerpo de Kylo. Se dirigió hacia la sala de curación del castillo, agarrando algunas hierbas y paños, y pasando por la cocina donde los primeros cocineros estabas preperando el desayuno y muy amablemente les pidió si podrían calentarle agua y hacer sopa. 

—Oh, ¿La señora Naeve cree que está por enfermarse?—preguntó preocupado el chef principal—Este invierno está siendo muy duro. 

Naeve sacudió su mano y negó. 

—No es para mi, gracias por la preocupación—agarro un set de té y la lleno con el agua hirviendo—Kylo tiene fiebre, así que por favor, cuando la sopa esté lista llevenla a la habitación. 

Todos en la cocina se quedaron en silencio y solo hicieron una reverencia cuando Naeve salió con la bandeja y los paños tibios. En realidad, era la primera vez que escuchaban que el Señor estuviera enfermo. Cuando Naeve volvió a la habitación, Kylo estaba saliendo de la cama con las rodillas flaqueando. 

—Kylo, ¿qué estas haciendo?—Naeve pregunto alarmada, apoyo la bandeja en la mesa mas proxima y a pasos rápidos invadió el espacio personal de Kylo, empujando suavemente el pecho del pelinegro para que volviera a sentarse—claro que él había cedido, porque si quisiera no se movería ni un centímetro, incluso en su condición.

—¿A dónde fuiste?—cuestiono Kylo levantando la mirada. 

—A buscar paños y agua caliente. 

—No vuelvas irte mientras duermo, porfavor—pidio Kylo apoyando su cabeza en el cuerpo de Naeve. 

—Tienes fiebre, no quería levantarte—explico—Ahora, ya sabes que estoy bien, vamos, vuelve acostarte, debes descansar muy bien. 

Kylo pareció reacio a esto aunque simplemente se dejó tapar por las mantas.

—No quiero descansar, quiero estar contigo. 

—Estas conmigo, mi amor—rio Naeve apoyando el paño en la frente del soldado. 

—Lo sé—murmuró Kylo cerrando los ojos—Quiero abrazarte y levantantarte, caminar por el jardín.  

—Cuando te mejores y las temperaturas sean cálidas iremos al jardin, mientras tanto te ofrezco mi amor a corta distancia—ofreció Naeve entrelazando sus dedos con los de Kylo—Mas pronto te recuperes, mas pronto me tendrás besandote. 

hi!! i love your hybrid aus so muuuch

could you do one with Max who has a high maintenance cat hybrid? she’s a picky eater, likes pretty and expensive clothes, not dirtying her fur, things like that :)

i love this!

cw: HYBRID!reader

"sorry, angel," max mumbled as he placed your plate down in front of you.

a frown crossed your face as you looked down at your dinner. brandishing your knife and fork, you poked at your dinner. "what... is it?" you asked, pulling your cutlery away from the food.

"what is it?" max echoed, staring across the table. "salad and soup. you used to love salmon and soup."

a scoff left your lips, your tail moving from side to side. "yeah, when i first came to live with you." when you pushed your soup away, it splashed onto the table. "where's my salmon?"

you weren't always fussy. when max first took you in off the streets, you scrambled to eat anything he put in front of you. your clothes had been tattered and dirt back then, not pretty like what you wore now.

"i couldn't get your salmon," he mumbled, reaching over the table to take your hand. "sorry, kitten."

you pulled your hand out of his grip and stood up. with a huff, you turned on your heel and marched away from the dining table. "kitten!" max called after you, but he was gone. he was lucky you didn't throw your soup all over the floor.

hiding in his bed, your tail flicked. you weren't happy, not in the slightest. was your salmon too much to ask for? you didn't think so. if he loved you, he'd go out and get your salmon.

no, that wasn't fair. you knew he loved you, you were just being bratty.

your ears twitched as the bedroom door opened. "kitten," he mumbled and sat on the end of the bed. "talk to me."

pulling the blanket from over your head, you pouted at him. "i want my salmon," you mumbled. but your tail, the indicator of how you were feeling, was still.

"you want your salmon?" he asked as opened his arms.

you nodded as you crawled into his lap. your head was tucked against his neck as you pawed at his shirt, at his chest. maybe if you acted cute enough, you would get everything you wanted.

max released a sigh and threw his head back. "okay, fine," he mumbled and kissed the top of your head. "go get your coat on."

your eyes lit up. "are we gonna get salmon?"

"yes, kitten. we're gonna get salmon."

wtf why this have so many likes???? I made many mistakes stop reading please 😭😭😭

@ Anakin Skywalker × Female!Reader

— english is not my first language; I'm just trying to practice don't pay attencion to this please

⚠️ mentions of rape and violence

tags: angst and a little of confort

Summary: Someone tried to rape reader while Anakin was on a mission, the last thing that the reader wants, is to talk about it. — ao3

Anakin was coming back from a successful mission, joking around with Ashoka about how many droids they destroyed, a normal habit. He was so excited from coming back home that he couldn't suppress his smile; but Obi Wan, who received them, wasn't happy. 

While the others masters looked like always, serious. Obi Wan looked at Anakin with worried eyes. 

" Is something wrong, Master? " Anakin asked, a little disappointed for not seeing you on the platform waiting for him, he wanted to be with you so bad. Stepping far from the others, finally his master answered. 

" Promise me that you are not going to freak out " Obi Wan pursed his lips, while Anakin frowns with a confused look.

" Why? " Anakin tried it to make a smile to hide his bad mood , if he was going to be sent to another long mission, he was not going to be able to bear it. Obi Wan gave him the look—I'm not going to answer until you promise—. " Okay, I promise. What happened? "

Obi Wan sighs before telling him that in the last gathering you showed up trying to hide some bruises on your body, and when Obi Wan interrogated you about it, you only said that it was nothing. Obi Wan couldn't just ignore it, you were a Senator and if you were in some kind of danger, he should inform it.

And he knows that you are close to Anakin, probably more than you should,  seeing how his padawan left barely he ended the sentence, confirmed his thoughts.

In your room, a sweet cup of tea aromatizes while you're reading papers from work. Your clothes hid the bruises on your skin, even though it had been a few days they still hurt when you pressed them. Knowing Anakin was arriving today, the concerning feeling about how you were gonna pass unnoticed makes you wanna throw out. 

Lying to Anakin wasn't one of your favorites activities, at all. However, telling him the reason for your bruises could ruin everything, could make him hate you. And that was the last thing you wanted. 

Even though you spent the last few days figuring out how to deal with this, when Anakin appeared in front of you, you realized that you weren't prepared at all. Getting inside of your room, Anakin didn't hesitate in grabbing your hand and lifting up the sleeve of your dress, watching the bruises of differents colors caused a huge impact on the jedi. You tried to hide them with your other hand but Anakin didn't allow it. 

" Who did this to you? " His eyes full of anger made you swallow, trying to keep calm.

" It's okay, Anakin. It's not a big deal" with a smile you stand up, your heart beat painfully. This was not going to work. 

" It's not okay, and you know it. Tell me who the person is." He wasn't asking, you avoided his touch, feeling that your disgusted skin didn't deserve to be touched for no one you loved. Maybe If you revealed a little of the truth he would let you forget it. 

" I really don't know" 

But Anakin didn't let you get away, trapping you between the desk and his body, your hand covered by his gentle touch made you wanna cry. 

" How did this happen?" He was so close that you could feel his breath, your eyes down revealed that you didn't want to look at him. Nevertheless Anakin wasn't going to give up "Love, how did this happen?" 

Feeling like you were collapsing, your cheek was held by Anakin, you looked up with a miserable expression.

"Can't we just forget about this? I really don't want to talk about it." You wanted Anakin to hold you close enough to wipe the dirt off your body.  He did, he hugged you around your waist and hiding his head on your shoulder.  After a long time, you finally felt safe.

You weren't prepared to relive that night, and Anakin could feel your pain, promising himself that he would find the person who hurt you and pay for It.