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vettesebas · 2 years
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what we expected from seb's insta
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what we've gotten so far
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usersewis · 1 year
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Sebastian Insta story 2023/1-13
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andthebubbles · 2 years
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can’t believe i finally saw the day that seb got insta
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rainbowintheskyf1 · 7 months
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“bzzzzzz 🐝”
when people ask why he is so endearing to me, this is the answer
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youjustwaitsunshine · 1 month
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omg he's growing his own veggies. he has pear trees. he says with the land hes got they're almost close to feeding off their own land (with help). they made liquor from their pears a few years ago.they make apple juice.
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sebnameyourcar · 1 year
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it’s all too much
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vetteldixon · 10 months
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happy 36th birthday to the man who's experiencing the flood of notifs for the very first time
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sebtember5 · 1 year
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“Red suits me even back then” - Sebastian Vettel
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year
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having an emotional breakdown brb
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mcmuppet · 7 months
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seb following the whole active grid + kimi?
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jenson and mark are ab to call seb up with some very strong fighting words
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effervescentdragon · 1 year
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🤭 Seb's reaction to finding out Lewis not only has an Insta for his dog but also uses the infamous Roscoe lisp
(bonus points for any Liked By Pierre Gasly references you can somehow sneak in too, because, Instagram)
i cant believe this is the prompt that got my brain going. a full scene popped into my head. youre a magic worker 😹❤️
"Okay, Seb, I need to ask you something," Charles says from where he's leaning next to him on the railing of the parade truck.
"Hmm," he hums, because he's a bit distracted, trying to answer the twelve messages he has from Britta about his plans for the Race of Champuons. Apparently, saying I will be staying with a friend isn't enough to appease her. "Yes, sorry, what?"
Charles huffs and elbows him a little.
"It is funny, now that you are always on your phone, when before you were always telling me it will rot my brain."
"It did rot your brain," Seb says, and chuckles when Charles makes a face and elbows him again. "Did your elbows turn sharper?"
"Non, mon Dieu." He rolls his eyes. "You are just too skinny."
"We can't all be hard muscle, Charles," he says haughtily, then grins. "I know what your type is, and it's not skinny Germans. The opposite, really."
Charles looks around quickly to see if anyone is listening to them, but Sebastian refuses to lower his voice. Fucking with Charles is always fun, and he missed doing it. "How is Pierre, by the way?"
"Fuck you, mate," Charles hisses through his teeth, but Seb still sees the blush on his cheeks.
"Sorry, I'm not your type. Too skinny, not French enough," he says cheekily, and Charles groans.
"You are insufferable," he says miserably, just as Lewis approaches them. He looks - good. Really good, Seb thinks. Unbothered, and relaxed, and it is so nice to see, it makes Seb smile.
He fistbumps them both, drinking from his water bottle. Seb looks away from his lips and the way his cheeks hollow, fumbling with his phone and locking it.
"What's up?" Lewis asks, and Charles sighs.
"I was trying to ask Seb what is it with his Instagram posts, what do they mean, but he keeps being mean to me," he says with a pout. Lewis laughs and pats him on the shoulder. "Oh man, you have no idea what he was like when he drove for Red Bull. He's mellowed over the years." He grins, and Charles looks a bit dazed at Lewis' smile, which is both expected and pretty relatable.
Seb shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
"Pot, kettle," he says, and Lewis grins. His gap tooth shows, and Seb feels - the sun shines too bright today, and he's in team jacket. It's too hot. He tries to change the topic.
"I hate Instagram by the way. I don't understand half of the comments I get, and all I am shown is sponsored posts."
Charles and Lewis exchange a look.
"It is because you follow no one," Charles says slowly. "You are such a disaster."
"You don't have to follow people, though, you can just go to their pages manually," Lewis adds. "That's what I do. Or I look from Roscoe's account, though that isn't much better, he follows like, twenty people."
Charles nods along, but Sebastian's mind kind of stops.
"Wait. What do you mean, Roscoe?" He asks, looking at Lewis. "Roscoe, your dog Roscoe?"
Lewis blinks, and Seb is quite sure he can see a tinge of darker colour on Lewis' cheeks. He pulls at his braid and chuckles, but Sebastian knows him, has been watching him for, fuck, fifteen years. Maybe more. Lewis is embarrased, and trying not to show it.
"Yeah, I made an account for, uh, Roscoe and Coco, before, well, you know," he says, and his face falls a bit. Seb curses himself for asking. "And I, well. I post like it's Roscoe speaking there."
Sebastian blinks. Then he blinks again.
"You - post like it's your dog speaking," he says more than asks, and Lewis is definitely embarrassed, and definitely trying to hide it. He nods. Charles pipes up.
"Oh, yes, and it's the cutest. Pierre likes every picture, he sends them to me often," he says with a smile that turns a bit wicked. "Not that much since Roscoe commented on that post of his, though," he says and chuckles. Lewis snorts.
"Liked by Pierre Gasly," he says, and they both laugh out loud. Sebastian doesn't get it, but he's ignoring that, because he still doesn't know how to react.
"You pretend to be your dog," he says again. Lewis rubs his temple. His gaze shifts away from Seb.
"Yeah, man, I just - I know it's silly, or whatever, but he's my dog and I love him and I just get him, he's like my best friend," he says, and there is something in his voice that takes Seb directly to 2016, something Seb never wanted to hear again, and he curses himself and his lack of tact, "and it's fun and light-hearted and yeah," Lewis finishes, and his shoulders slump.
Before he can think about it, Seb steps closer to him, his fingers reaching for Lewis' hoodie sleeve, because he doesn't dare reach for what he really wants to.
"I'm sorry," he says in a low voice. Lewis isn't looking at him. "I'm sorry. I wasn't judging, I promise, I know how much you love him," he says, and Lewis turns back, meets Seb's eye. "I was just - I don't get it, the whole, fuck, Instagram etiquette?"
Lewis stares at him, gauging his sincerity. Seb holds on to Lewis' sleeve and lets his hand uncurl until he is just touching Lewis' palm. They're hidden by the railing, so it should be fine. And even if it isn't, well. Some things are more important than whatever the public will say.
"Yeah?" Lewis asks, and Seb swallows heavily. "Yeah," he nods. "I may have to follow Roscoe, actually," he continues, scrunching his face. "He's definitely more interesting that the F1 account."
Lewis giggles, and it makes Sebastian's heart beat just a bit faster, that sound. It always did.
"You pronounced that wrong."
Both Seb and Lewis turn to Charles, who is grinning. "Etiquette," he says. "It's a French word, and Natalie is coming over, so you should probably move." He looks down pointedly. Lewis coughs, and they both move away simultaneously. Seb misses the warmth of Lewis' skin immediately, but he makes himself focus.
"Hey, Charles," he says, smirking. "I just remembered another French phrase. I learned it when we were sharing that drivers room the last time we were in Mexico."
Charles looks confused. Seb chances a glance at Lewis, who is now trying to supress a smile. It makes Seb feel warm, how well Lewis knows him.
"Oh? What?" Charles asks, taking a sip of his water.
"Fuck me until I forget my name, Pierre," Sebastian says in French with a shit-eating grin.
Charles chokes on his water, spilling it all over himself. Lewis starts giggling into his palm adorably. Sebastian ignores them both and waves at Natalie, who has just reached them.
"Hello, boys," she says with a confused smile. "What's so funny? Something to share with the audience?"
"I don't think so," Sebastian says. "Maybe in a memoir someday," he grins, and Lewis laughs, and Charles curses, and Sebastian lets the joy wash over him as Natalie nods and starts asking the same old questions.
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vettesebas · 1 year
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seb made a multi-pic story? without a post?? *sniff* our little boy's growing up 🥹
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usersewis · 2 years
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3rd place! Marvin, I’m coming after you!!
(Walldorf, Germany 1995)
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sebssunshine · 10 months
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i love him your honor
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rainbowintheskyf1 · 25 days
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suzuka gp means that seb gets to promote his unsellable super expensive hoodies and shirts on instagram again. i just love to see it! 😍🤣
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youjustwaitsunshine · 5 months
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i miss my seblrinas.... so many times it feels like there's like 10-15 active duty seblrinas left...The world is changed.... I feel it in the water.... I feel it in the earth.. I smell it in the air.... Much that once was is lost....for none now live who remember it... the times we tilted all the polls in sebs favor are mere shadows now .... remember when he won the dilf poll? ¿seblrinas where are you...?
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