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testing, testing * fem!driver

nobody is more glad to be back in bahrain in her new race car more than the girl racing for andretti

pairings: fernando alonso x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, liam lawson x fem!driver

notes: hi surprise before the first race of 2024 and also because I've been writing this piece for like a week now

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she sighs, tilting her head as she looks down at the car. her hand hovers above the side pod as she grins, “ah, my baby. so pretty.”

liam, standing next to her, has a scowl on his face as he lifts his eyebrow at her. “what?”

“look at the purple on this car,” she whispers in bewilderment as she claps her hand, bouncing on her tiptoes. “she’s so pretty! i have a good feeling about this year, liam!” she grabs his shoulder and shakes him as she throws her head back. “this is our year and i’m going to win a race for andretti.”

“if you don’t stop shaking me, i’ll throw myself in front of your car and you’ll have to find a new teammate.”

she hums. “i have fred — toto will hand him over if i bat my eyelashes and say really nice things and offer free babysitting.”

“hater,” liam mutters, shaking his head. he turns his head back to the car. it is pretty: the purple and the specks of black give it a nice touch. “but it is a pretty nice car. it felt nice right?”

“it did.”

she sighs and leans on the car with her arms wide open. she pushes her cheek against the halo of the car. “i love you, my baby car. we’re gonna win a race together.”

“what’s going on?”

liam turns his head and shrugs. “not sure. might be the lack of ice cream in her bloodstream that’s making her like this.”

which is possible. sebastian and noah (her physical trainer) had banned her from ice cream for testing, afraid that she would simply camp out in the bathroom in the short couple of hours she has in the car today.

“i drank pepsi, it’s okay,” she giggles, scrunching her nose. she perks up with a giddy smile and looks around with her lips pursed. “where is oscar? he owes me timtams.”

“no chocolate either,” sebastian says sternly, furrowing his eyebrows at the young girl.

“what? why not?”

“because you’ll kill yourself when you’re in the car for too long,” noah sighs with the shake of his head. “eat fruits like normal people.”

“normal…” liam furrows his eyebrows as he turns to the slightly older man. “who eats fruits for fun?”

“they’re good for you.”

“they’re not all good. they could give you diabetes.”

“fruits can give you diabetes?” she yelps, shoving liam back a couple of steps with wide eyes. “i knew there’s a reason i resented fruits! they’re so unhealthy!”

“actually it’s because you didn’t have an ounce of internet safety growing up. you were traumatised by annoying orange,” liam mutters. only then he notices that it’s something he was sworn to secrecy by logan. he glances at the girl, breathing heavily as her eye twitches. “or so i assume.”

noah turns to her. “you’re scared of annoying orange?”

prepared for the girl to unleash some sort of violence on him, liam sucks in a deep breath as he closes his eyes to brace for impact. much to his surprise, she just nods and walks past him to walk to where her helmet is.

“yeah. and it’s all blythe watched growing up. so it was kinda,” she shrugs, “detrimental to my brain development.”

liam raises his eyebrow. “that’s the only thing that held back your development?”

“that and meeting you in my early teen years for sure altered my brain chemistry.”

“wow.”

“i know. kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”

pre-season testing has always been one of the days of the year that she’s most excited for. going out there and showing everybody she can do — it’s always fun to shut a lot of people up. and it’s the one time that she can drive a race car without so much pressure on her shoulders.

it’s lots of fun, really. and after not seeing a couple people over the break, it’s fun to be back in the paddocks to mess around with them.

she rests the helmet above her head and turns to liam with a grin. “if i beat you in testing, you owe me 5 pints of rocky road.”

“rocky–”

liam punches her shoulder gently. “you’re on. and if i beat you, you do my laundry for a week.”

“yeah– wait, how is that fair? boy laundry is gross!”

“you live with a boy!”

“i don’t do his laundry! logan’s a grown ass man!”

“enough bickering,” sebastian sighs, putting a hand behind her back. his other hand lands on the top of her helmet and slowly pushes hit down to help her put it on. he understands her excitement: she’s missed racing so much that she had resorted to bringing her brother karting over the winter break. “get in the car and show everyone what you can do.”

she squeals. “and beat liam and get my ice cream.”

“yeah, that too.”

she drives into the pitlane, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she looks for the set of andretti garages. she sighs as she comes to a stop, feeling the car be lifted as they put her back into the garage for a little more testing.

“aw, hey! you’re back,” liam grins, knocking on the top of her helmet. she swats his hands away from her head as she grips on the halo to pull herself out of the car. “how was it?”

“i was not feeling great. but i reckon it’s just me,” she shrugs, voice muffled by the layers over her mouth. “i’m telling you — i need my ice cream. i can handle it without having to run to the bathroom before a race!”

liam scrunches his nose. “you’re not fooling anyone with that.”

“i swear, mate,” she throws her head back in frustration, “it was just the rookie vibes last year. i’m better this year.”

he hums, turning around to readjust the headphones on his head. “i don’t reckon sebastian and noah would believe you. but alright.”

“believe me!”

“believe what?”

“what are you doing here?” she giggles, covering her mouth as she hunches over. “you got my ice cream?”

mick sighs heavily, shoulders slumping when their eyes meet. he presses his lips together and shakes his head and her smile drops. “noah checked me for illegal items on the way in.”

“that asshole!” she shrieks, turning to the large doors where her trainer stands. “you don’t understand — i need my ice cream! i’m dying.”

“i know,” mick turns to the pit wall where sebastian sits, swinging his legs as he eats the ice cream reserved specifically for the girl. “i got caught. i’m sorry.”

she clenches her jaw and turns away from sebastian grinning smugly as her from across the pitlane. she hums. “i will find a way to get myself ice cream. just you wait.”

“i don’t reckon that’s a good idea mate,” liam mutters. “you’ve still got the afternoon session for to drive. maybe you should sit this one out.”

she wiggles her finger in the air as she walks towards the backdoor of her garage. “no can do. i’m sure oscar’s got some extra ice cream from me.”

“no, you cannot race one another during testing.”

“why not? not even a little bit?” max shrugs, frowning as he throws his hands into the air. “just one lap.”

the girl, standing next to him, nods with a wide smile. “please? we won’t crash into one another, i promise.”

“you’re not supposed to crash into one another even in a normal race!” sebastian points out, scratching his head in frustration.

it is one thing to compare lap times when you’re pushing everything out of your car, but to go out on the track and race side by side is another thing. there is simply too much at stake, especially for a time like pre-season testing where everything is in shambles.

“okay, fine!” she huffs, throwing her head back before turning to max. she drops her head. “might i suggest a scooter race around the paddocks before the afternoon session today? after lunch?”

sebastian clears his throat, prompting both of them to turn their heads to look at him before max could muster an answer. “i thought i told you that you can’t use your stupid scooter without adult supervision?”

she looks at him in confusion. “i was talking about the scooter fernando got me.”

“aw, he got you a scooter?” max whines, frowning. “i wanted one — kelly wouldn’t let me get one.”

“seriously?” she giggles. “logan, oscar and i got one along. mine’s the cutest, i’d reckon. you might be able to use oscar’s!”

sebastian just sighs. he waves them off and turns on his heel and starts to walk the other day. “get yourselves injured, i don’t even care.”

“you’re… asking me to join you?”

“what does it sound like?”

a sheepish giggle passes the man’s lips as he covers his mouth and takes a step back. “i feel so honoured. i’m being included in your activities?”

liam furrows his eyebrows. “what’s that supposed to mean? it’s just a scooter ride around the track before the new session. it’s not a big deal.”

“it’s literally a scooter race out on the race track,” she whispers, turning away from liam to look at fernando in confusion. “literally kilometres on a fucking scooter meant for kids.”

“and we somehow convinced the marketing team to film us doing it for content,” logan beams, puffing his chest with his hands on his hips.

they went on a limb when the girl texted their groupchat: something about helping her convince the f1 marketing team to let them book the track for 40 minutes so they could race on it without getting into trouble.

she walked in with logan, oscar and liam trailing behind her with a half thought out speech, a sweet smile and a dream. she barely even made it halfway through the speech she spent so long thinking over while she had her lunch when they agreed without another thought.

and being that it was fernando’s idea to get them all matching scooters (actually a gift to liam for his rookie year, but the girl had convinced him to get her one too), they invited him along as well.

and max, because sebastian had admitted that fernando got him one as well. he had been too ashamed to admit it, muttering about how borderline embarrassing it is.

“how did you do that? they never agree to my ideas.”

“how can you resist a face like this?” liam asks.

liam puts a hand under her face, logan squeezes her cheeks together and oscar pushes her nose up. she poses with her hand in a peace sign.

“i’d feel threatened if i were the f1 marketing team.”

“hey, take that back!” she cries. she swats the hands from her face and grins. “are you joining us or not?”

fernando shrugs. “sure, why not.”

there’s a screech that breaks the barrier by the pitlane followed by the clanging of something. everyone pipes down, heads turning and looking around in curiousity to find the source of the scream.

“there’s no way this happened to me again!”

along the track’s grid is the girl sitting on the ground, hands up in the air with her scooter not too far from her. she’s surrounded by her friends first before the marketing crew finally takes steps forward to check on her.

“if i were you, i’d take this as a sign to just stick with a car,” oscar laughs, clutching his stomach.

“yeah, mate,” logan wipes tears from his eyes, “there’s no way you’re two for two falling down and hurting yourself on a scooter.”

her teammate, however, towers over her with hands over his hips. “i swear you might be stupid. how did you fall down again on a scooter that’s meant for kids?”

she looks up, genuine tears in her eyes as the red liquid seeps out of her palms. “you guys are so mean!”

fernando looks down at her. “are you okay?”

“no!” she holds her hands up to fernando to show him where she is bleeding. “it hurts!”

“okay, mija,” fernando grins, nodding empathetically. he puts a hand on her elbow and the other around her back to help her up. “let’s get you some first aid.”

max appears, actually being the only one that finished the race, still riding on a scooter. he balances on it and tilts his head, “really? again?”

her head snaps back around to max, taking a threatening step forward with an arm wound back to hit him. “max emilian verstappen!”

“not the government name,” he scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows. “this is why you fell down.”

“bitch,” she mutters as fernando whisks her away. “there’s no trophy so it doesn’t even count.”

“you’re just mad that max beat you,” liam snorts, rolling his eyes, “and fernando… and logan… and oscar…”

“you didn’t beat me though, so i’m fine with that.”

“oh, my god?”

“what happened?”

the two germans walk into the garage to her sitting on a bench with her head dropped, being bandaged by noah.

“she fell down,” noah answers immediately, shaking his head as he spares her one more disappointed stare. “can you believe it?”

“have you considered just… not racing?” mick asks, tilting his head. “on a scooter, i mean.”

she shakes her head. “i have to be the best at everything.”

“wow,” sebastian blinks, “well, are you okay?” he looks over liam’s shoulder and rolls his eyes as well. “seriously? the same spot as before?”

“hey, i didn’t take your stupid smart glasses — just mind your own business!” she slouches and lets out a heavy sigh. “it wasn’t even my fault this time.”

liam perks up. “i didn’t do shit to you, mate! you’re just stupid!”

“you were screaming at me approaching me from behind!”

“i was not! i was simply singing the mission impossible theme song!”

“same thing! it was intimidation — you should have been disqualified for that.”

“sore loser!”

“you know what this means?” she hums, batting her eyelashes at sebastian with a small grin. this is her only chance into coaxing herself to completion. “ice–“

before she can finish her plea, her race engineer is already walking away from her with a hand held up in her direction. “not a chance.”

“okay.”

“good results, mate!” liam screams, his claps filling the garage as she climbs out of her car. “you’re in the top 10!”

she turns her head towards him, the way her shoulders and back straighten an easy telltale of how she feels. she pushes her visor up, “really?” she sees the smug grin on his face, ripping her gloves off and throwing it at him. “there’s only 10 of us testing today!”

“you believed me, though.”

“i literally just drove several laps out!” she hits him. “you’re so annoying — i wish mick was my teammate.”

liam shakes his head as she takes her helmet off. “you don’t mean that.”

“i actually do. very much,” she sighs. she puts her helmet into the seat of her car and turns to liam, only then noticing that liam is now holding something out to her. “oh!”

“yeah, i got you ice cream!” liam beams proudly. “they didn’t have rocky road, but… i figured it’s still chocolate ice cream and you wouldn’t–“

he’s cut off by the girl throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around him beforw pulling away to take the small cup into her hands. “aw, liam! thank you!”

“we’re going to have so much fun this year.”

“bold of you to assume i won’t run you off track like i did in f2.”

“i’m prepared to hit you back — you’re an adult now.”

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leclucklerc · 6 months

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Hard Carry CL16 - 03. Brocedes Esque

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

Summary: It's a one sided fight for the throne. And yet, y/n will still go all out.

Word Count: 5k

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Drive to Survive season 1 episode 1

All to Play For

The screen was black before it changed into a clip of 2017 driver championship. A narrator could be heard on the background, narrating an overview of Formula One. The most expensive sport, a brilliant combination of technology and man-made skills. It’s the pinnacle of motorsport, a true show of speed and adrenaline.

Will Buxton appeared, “This is a sport only for those who wants to win,” he said. “No one is more competitive than all of these drivers.”

“They trained like a jet pilot,” said Christian Horner as he appeared on the screen. “Formula one is a show of how mighty a collaboration between technology and what pure manmade skill can do.”

The sound of whirring engine as Formula One cars passed by the screen, leaving nothing but blurs and shocked gasps. The sound of screeching tires as cars after cars fight against each other. It is a spectacle. An exclusive sport only those who has enough privilege can enjoy. Cheers could be heard, and a crowd of spectators could be seen watching the race.

And then, someone back could be seen. The camera is shooting from behind and it looks like it was a normal race suit. At least, until long cascading hair appeared on the screen.

“Formula one changed,” said Will and a montage of the celebration of 2017’s championship could be seen. Of Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel, and y/n l/n fierce rivalry for the title championship.

In a sport that is not known for its diversity, a female managed to become one of the best drivers on the grid. In a sport that is not known for its diversity, y/n l/n proved that anyone could do anything if they want. A show full of determination and fighting spirit. A show full of desperation and fights for her voice to be heard.

Silver, red, and black. Three cars that dominated the season. Each desperately trying to gain a place in front of another.

Silver, red, and black.

The scene change, showing Daniel Ricciardo in the interview room. Daniel could be seen looking around, a bit awkward and yet, there’s still a huge grin plastered across his face. “Are we ready?” he asked, tone full of humor.

“Do you think you can win against y/n l/n if you have the same car?” asked the producer on the background.

Daniel eyes shook, as he looked as if he was thinking about the question for a bit. Though, when he answered, he sounds so sure and without the slightest hesitance. “Yes,” answered the man.

“Yes,” answered Fernando Alonso as the scene changed to him.

“Yes,” answered Max Verstappen as the scene too changed to him.

“Yeah,” answered Pierre Gasly and after that, a speed up montage of the entire grid appeared. All of them are saying yes, confirming their confidence about beating the current world champion.

It’s not a bad attitude to have. After all, Formula One drivers are confident. They’re confident of their skill, of their talent, and of their potential. To drive in Formula One, they have to believe that they’re the best driver on the grid. Having that kind of confidence on your ability, is the very essential to be a Formula One driver.

Shortly after that, the scene changed. This time showing a woman with perfectly styled hair and colored lips. The dark team polo that she’s wearing oddly look like a designer brand, despite it being a uniform that everyone on the team wears.

For this woman, the question was altered a bit.

“If all of you have the same car,” started the producer. “Do you think you can still become a world champion?”

That question made her let out a bark of laugh, as if it was the funniest thing that someone had ever said to her. And maybe it is because it’s been a while since she heard something so ridiculous. Her eyes crinkled and her painted lips are set in a wide grin, showing all of them how amused she is at the question.

“Babe,” she started, amusement clear on her face.” I can certainly beat them even if the rest of the grid is using Porsche and me in a Williams.”

It’s a statement that is full of arrogance.

It’s a statement, that fully show how confident she in in her abilities.

Y/n l/n, three-time world champion.

The opening of drive to survive starts playing.

2013

Y/n first notice something became a bit weird after she won her first world champion.

Back then, she had thought that everything was going great. Porsche is a great team with a great car. She’s getting many attentions, outside and inside of Formula One. She had performed incredibly, managing to snag a championship only on her second year.

The sensational driver. One of the biggest name in Formula One.

Yes, she had thought that everything had been going on great.

That is, until her teammate terminates his contract with Porsche.

It was a bit shocking, considering that he had another year in Porsche. Besides that, they’ve been getting along great. They may not be the best of friends, but she had thought that they’re teamwork had been amicable. They both shared dinners here and there, even went to the gym together. So, hearing that he was leaving the team so abruptly had been a bit of a shock to her.

“Hey,” she called out, catching the attention of the male. “You… do you not like Formula One anymore?”

They may have not been the best of friends, but they’ve been friends alright. The both of them had spent two years together as a teammate. It’s only normal for her to see what is going on and why did he decide to leave the team so suddenly.

She had asked Herman, questioning his decision to leave the team. Oddly, the man had closed his mouth. Refusing to say anything more than that it was his decision to leave Porsche.

Staring at her, the male let out a scoff. “Fuck,” he hissed out. “It’s not funny to hear that from you.”

The female raised an eyebrow, a bit shocked at the sudden show of hostility directed towards her. “What’s your problem?” she asked, moving away to stand in front of him. Blocking his path from the door. “I was just asking why you are leaving the team so suddenly.”

Something in that statement sounds funny to him because he lets out a bark of laugh. His shoulder shook as if what she just said was the funniest thing on earth. It annoyed her a bit. Though considering his bad mood, she doesn’t call him out.

“Really?” he finally said after his laughter lessened. “Really, y/n?”

“What?” y/n asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “Why are you acting as if I should know the reason, you’re leaving the team?”

“Shit, knowing that you don’t even realize only make all of these worse,” he said, slinging his bag on his back. “Assholes.”

She bristled at that. “It’s clear that you have a problem with me,” said the female. “You wanna tell it to my face?”

The male stared at her. Dark orbs meeting her own as a tense silence fell between them. The tension is thick, not wanting to back off.

“I’m tired,” he finally said. “I’m tired being the second fiddle.”

Y/n blinked, “What?” she asked. “What second fiddle?”

“Second fiddle in fucking Porsche,” replied the male, shoving past her.

She stumbled at that, though y/n quickly regained his footing as she quickly followed the male across the grid. It’s late at night but the place is still full of life. She could see a lot of eyes – drivers, engineers, mechanics – following both of their figure as they shared a heated whispering feat between each other.

“What second fiddle in Porsche!?” she hissed out. “You were fourth in the drivers ranking!”

“And you were number one!” he whispers shouted, glaring at her. “It’s obvious that Porsche will favor you more after this! I don’t want to be treated like that-“

“What favor!?” said y/n, a bit too heated. “I tried my best and-“

“I know you fucking tried your best!” said the male as the both of them stopped just near the exit gate. “I know, but with the way you’re performing right now- I don’t want to be stuck as a second driver in the team.”

Y/n grabbed her collar, dragging his face forward. “So, what if you’re the second driver!? Many drivers would kill for an opportunity to just drive for Porsche in Formula One!”

“There’s nothing wrong being a second driver,” scoffed the male as he yanked back his collar. “That is, if you’re in any other team. Being the second driver in Porsche is worst.”

“What are you even talking about- “

“Think,” cut off the male. “Think y/n, remember these past months and how Porsche is fucking treating you compared to me.”

“There’s nothing different! I- “

She stopped. Y/n stopped because there’s a rush of memories appearing inside of her head. Moments, that had happened even during her rookie season last year.

The way the team had prepared her favorite foods for their catering at the start of the season, despite its being a rare cuisine on the country they’re racing in. The way during the off season she had declined a practice session in the factory due to a photoshoot and Herman had allowed it while her teammate was forced to come despite living in a different country.

How the team had issued a team order to let her pass, raising her ranking while decreasing his. How Herman and the team had always celebrated every victory and podiums of hers, while her teammate watch from the side.

How, the mechanics – even his teammate’s mechanics – are the people that she has a close relationship with. People, that she’s comfortable with. How the race engineers are the people that she regularly have dinner with. Something, she had never seen her teammate’s do.

In Porsche, everyone is someone that y/n is close with.

A team, that was built for her.

Her very own personal Formula One team.

The moment she had her realization must’ve showed clearly on her face because her teammate let out a scoff as he yanked out of her grip. “Realize it yet, princess?” he sneered out before he marched out, leaving her standing there in silence.

That was the last time she ever saw him.

And it was the start of Porsche’s almost yearly change of their second driver.

2017

“You should be careful,” said Lewis in the middle of the 2017 season. It was just announced that her teammate of the year will not be extending his contract with Porsche. She’s not even surprised at this point. “I know teammates can be an ass, but it’s best to not antagonize them.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at that.

It was really funny to hear that from Lewis, considering all the drama that happened back in 2016. After all, the feud between Lewis and Nico had been entertaining and yet painful to watch. Something worthy of a soap opera and certainly must be Toto’s worst nightmare. To see two men who used to be the best of friends tearing each other apart as teammates.

She knows that the tension in that team has been unbearable. At least in Porsche, they never let the tension to remain that long considering how they change their second driver every year. With Mercedes though?

When Mercedes paired the both of them, they probably didn’t expect the sheer rivalry that they both had with each other. How they despised the mere thought of losing against each other. How everything has to be a competition between them, no matter how small. Maybe that’s why they used to get along so well. Considering how much they loved racing and how competitive they are.

“You’re really saying that?” asked y/n, amusement clear on her tone. “You?”

Lewis rolled his eyes at that. “I know it’s hypocrite of me,” he started off. “But believe me, I know firsthand how awful it is to have your teammate as an enemy.”

The female laughed at that. Obviously, he would know. “I never antagonize my teammate,” unlike you, remain unsaid. “They just feel threatened.”

He hummed, leaning back on the sofa. “They just got embarrassed at the thought of losing from you. A female.”

Y/n snorted at that. “Well, Formula One it’s not a sport that is known for its diversity,” she said pointedly towards the male.

He let out a laugh. She doesn’t know if he found some kind of sick amusement in that statement or if he just thought what she said is the truth. Probably the second one.

“Indeed,” said Lewis, a faraway look on his face. “Yeah, indeed.”

2018

That certain conversation had always been at the back of her mind.

It rang inside of her head as she won her third championship and saw her teammate staring up at her not from the podium. It rang inside of her head as her teammate terminate their contract from Porsche. It rang inside of her head as Herman introduced Henry to her.

It certainly rang inside of her head as Henry crashed his car into her.

The loud screeching sound that appeared inside of her ear as she could feel her car spin towards the barrier is making her head ache. Truthfully, the impact is not that big, and she certainly had had a worst crash before. Though what made this one a bit special is the pitch-black car that also laid across the gravel in front of her.

Ah, she thought, trying to lessen her anger. Retire. The both of us.

Herman will be so fucking pissed.

Even when her race engineer asked her if she’s okay, y/n really doesn’t have the energy to reply. She merely answered with a short hum, not saying anything besides that. After all, she felt that if she answers more than that, her anger will leak through. Shattering the perfectly crafted image that she had crafted over the years.

Perfect y/n who always smiles.

Charming y/n who is a different driver from her rookie season.

Beautiful y/n who is always laughing-

It seems, all of her effort to lessen her anger became futile when she saw Henry climbing out of his car. She doesn’t know what sets her off. Maybe it’s because Henry doesn’t even look guilty or maybe it’s the fierce glare that he directed towards her from behind his helmet as if she’s the problem.

She really doesn’t know what set her off but almost immediately, her anger surged forward.

Fuck, thought the female as she climbed out of her car.

Fucking hell, thought the female as she took off her helmet.

Y/n turned around, staring at her car that had hit the wall. Y/n turned towards the track, hearing the sound of other cars making their laps.

DNF.

Fucking DNF.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck-

Y/n almost throw his helmet to the floor as she marched back towards Porsche garage. Her hair is a mess and the way her race suit is sticking to her body uncomfortably does not help her temper the slightest. Around her, she could faintly see the wary glances that people gave her. No doubt, a bit fearful at the angry woman.

She doesn’t really care, and she’s also sure that Herman doesn’t care. After all, he has a more pressing issue to tackle. Namely, the two DNF that Porsche suffered during the Spanish Grand Prix.

It’s a tight fight for the constructor championship with Mercedes after all. Having to retire both cars is not helpful at all. The way both cars retired is a bit embarrassing. No, scratch that. It’s so fucking embarrassing and the mere thought of that incident made her had headache.

During the race, Henry who was ahead of the woman after y/n’s pitstop, was asked to let her overtake. Which make sense because y/n got a new set of tires and faster. It was projected that she could pass Lewis and Bottas who was leading the race at 1-2. Porsche needed the team points anyway and y/n is gunning for her fourth driver title.

But of course not.

It’s the damn disease that every Formula One drivers seem to have. Aka, their far too big pride.

Henry – the little shit – decided that he doesn’t want to do that. She doesn’t know what’s his problem or what kind of mental ego that he’s battling with himself, during the race, he decided that he’s not going to let her pass.

Fucking asshole.

The guy is not even a contender for the driver’s title! He should’ve been satisfied to manage to be in the top 6 drivers during his rookie season! But of course not. He decided that he wants to be some kind of hero or some kind of historic driver.

Maybe he wants to be known as someone that finished ahead of y/n. Or maybe he just wants people to know that he’s here in Porsche to be the number one driver. Not the driver that have to stay behind y/n.

Fucking asshole. Rookie little shit.

It’s no brainer that she will try to overtake Henry. It’s no brainer that she’s aiming to win the championship. But no. The little shit decided that he wants to kill the both of them and made them crash against each other, officially retiring both Porsche from the race.

She could still hear the dramatic narration that the announcer made as they crashed against each other. Y/n could almost see her fourth championship slipping from her finger because this is the last thing that she needs. After all, Lewis and Sebastian are tough opponents. They’re not going to let her win the championship without a fight. And don’t get her started with Red Bull growing dominance and Max’s overwhelming talent.

DNF, is something that she doesn’t fucking need at this point.

“Deep breathes,” muttered Luca as he takes her helmet inside of her driver’s room. His tone calm, as he desperately tries to calm the raging inferno inside the female. “Y/n, remember it’s important to stay calm during this kind of situation.”

The female is known as a charming woman. One of the friendliest people on the paddock. She can make friends with anyone she set her eyes on. Always welcoming every person with a perfectly shaped smile and a friendly aura.

Though in the end, y/n is still a world champion. To be a world champion, you need to be some kind of an asshole. An asshole, on the track and on the garage.

“Fuck,” she lets out, taking a deep breath as she leaned back on the chair. “Fucking asshole, he was going to kill us.”

Luca winced a bit at that because yes, the crash was pretty bad. The mechanics needs to stay up all night to make sure that the car will be ready for Monaco. No thanks for Henry.

“Herman will want to have a team meeting after this,” said the man as he handed her a drink. “Obviously to talk about what just happened.”

“They can blame all of it to Henry,” she seethed out, gripping the drink with too much strength. “Asshole didn’t obey team orders! What right does he have to do that!?”

“I know, I know,” said Luca as he patted her back in order to placate her for a bit. “I understand that you’re frustrated, you can tell everyone all about it during the meeting, no?”

“Henry better listens well during that,” said y/n.

The meeting takes place when the race had long finished in the meeting room inside of their motorhome. Y/n had given Lewis a congratulation about his win and Max about his podium before she was ushered inside.

Herman’s face looks scary and the stillness inside of the meeting room too, was deafening. Y/n’s silent anger as well as brooding face also doesn’t help the growing coldness. It’s a bit jarring to see the usually friendly woman looks so emotionless.

On the other hand, Henry clearly looks nervous. It’s clear that the male is a bit scared at how tense the meeting room is. The atmosphere is clearly different from how the team is usually. Y/n really wants to shake his head, because this situation is clearly his fault.

Seriously fuck Henry and his fragile ego.

“What happened today,” started Herman, breaking the silence between all of them. “Is something that shouldn’t happen again.”

There’s a round of agreement across the room. She could feel the eyes that’s staring at her, no doubt searching for a flicker of emotion or a reaction from her. Y/n ignored all of them, pointedly starting at Henry who was sitting in front of her and at the same time, avoiding her gaze.

“Our goal for every championship is to win,” said the team principal, fixing his glasses as he stared around the room. “And Formula One, no matter how it looks, is a team sport. We need to work as a team to achieve that.”

A beat passed, before people voiced their agreement at that.

“Whoever was faster, will have to let the other one to pass,” continue Herman. “If the both of you are at 1-2, the one on the second place should defend from the third place. I don’t care about all of your ego and pride; I want all of you to work as a professional and not be a fucking child.”

Y/n let out a snort at that.

The way Herman said it, it was as if the team doesn’t have a favorite. As if, Porsche doesn’t care which one of them finished first or second as long as they’re using the Porsche car to win. Though, both y/n and everyone – including Henry – knows the hidden meaning behind the statement.

It means to let y/n pass every time. It means that Henry has to defend y/n from the car behind them. It means, that no matter how hard he tried, y/n will always come first.

First driver and second driver. An almost public secret to everyone on the grid.

Y/n is the first driver and Henry is the second driver.

She raised her eyebrows as she could see how Henry clenched his fist tightly. No doubt wanting to refute the order from Herman. Though alas, he also knows that it’s going to be useless. After all, he’s the rookie driver. He’s not the three-time world champion. He’s not the driver that had been in Porsche since the start.

He also doesn’t have a dad who is a major investor in Porsche.

“Everyone understand?” asked Herman after silence descend upon the room. “I don’t want to see this kind of mistake anymore.”

“Yes,” replied y/n, eyes still boring towards the younger driver in front of her.

Henry too, let out a strained smile at that. “Yes, I understand,” he said.

It was a shame, she thought. After all, just like the previous drivers, this is the final nail of the coffin. The realization that there is no hope for them in Porsche as long as y/n is still in the team. To know, that clearly your team have a favorite and it’s not you.

This is the point in time for them to be more or less, annoying.

Veiled insults, ignorance over team orders, blatant manipulation. It’s the same thing over and over again. If she’s someone with a better personality, she would try and discuss with the team on how to make a fairer working environment. She would try to mediate between Porsche and the second driver on how to improve their situation.

But no, y/n is not someone with a better personality.

Many like to praise how different she is compared to her rookie season. That the brash and highly competitive girl in 2012 is now replaced by a friendly and charming woman. A hotheaded rookie now known as the most beloved driver on the grid.

Many likes to say that she’s someone better now. That adulthood had ceased down all of her childishness.

What they didn’t know is, y/n never changed. She only learnt how to put up a persona that will be beloved by everyone. To wear a mask, to hide herself from the prying eyes from the media.

Y/n, is still the loud and abrasive rookie driver.

She’s still hotheaded and can throw a massive tantrum.

Y/n, is still an asshole and Porsche, is hers.

She’s not going to let a rookie to take it from her.

Despite all the drama that happened today, meeting Charles Leclerc is the last thing that she expected.

When Herman had ordered the team to go home for the day, she really didn’t expect to see the guy loitering around Porsche’s motorhome. If it’s anyone else, y/n would’ve thought that they’re doing some kind of company espionage towards them.

But it’s Charles. A rookie driver with big eyes and emotions clear on his face. Emotions, that clearly shows how worried he is right now.

“Y/n!” he called out the moment he spotted her exiting the building.

“Charles?” she asked, approaching the younger driver. “What are you doing here?”

He looks a bit nervous, “I- uh I saw the crash earlier,” he started. “I was just wondering if you’re, okay?”

Y/n blinked. A bit startled at the question, because isn’t that a bit sweet? After all, they hardly know each other. The only time that even had a real conversation was during their first meeting. Besides that, it was only short pleasantries with each other. He didn't even contacted her after she gave him her number, giving her the impression that he's not that interested in her.

Turns out Charles is a good guy after all.

It’s hard to see someone this nice. Especially in Formula One where everyone has a far too big egos and pride – y/n included.

She can’t suppress the grin that’s tugging her mouth. “Well, as you can see, I’m in one piece,” said the female, gesturing towards her body as the two of them began to walk. “Thank you for worrying though.”

“It’s no problem,” he said, almost too quick. “I just wanna make sure that you’re okay, sorry if I’m disturbing you.”

“Nah, it’s okay,” she shrugged off. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to after a shitty day like this.”

“I’m glad then,” replied the male as they walk through the paddock. There are a lot of people, but mostly people from the constructor work who is on their way to tear down each team motorhome.Most of team members already went home at this hour. From the backpack that he’s carrying, it seems that he’s also on his way back to the hotel. “I’m glad that I can help you, even if it’s only a little.”

How nice.

Y/n let out a laugh at that. “Don’t change, Charles,” she said. “It’s rare to see a driver this nice.”

Charles merely shrugged. “If you asked Max, I’m an asshole though.”

“Ah,” said the female. “Yeah, I saw the video, cute kids certainly. The both of you.”

He flushed at that. "It's a bit embarrassing that everyone knows about that now."

"Why?" asked y/n, amusement clear on her eyes. "It's a good story, no? Fated rival and stuff."

"If you put it like that it is a bit nice," said the male, scratching his cheek. "I just don't like being compared to him."

She laughed. "Deal with it, Leclerc," she said as she sling an arm around his shoulder, tugging him down a bit. "The media will always compare you with someone, I guess they want to make the headline a bit spicy considering how boring most of the drivers are."

What she said about the comparison is the truth. For y/n, she had been compared to Lewis and Sebastian ever since she won her first championship. When she first debuted, she was compared against Sebastian a lot. Claiming them as two young talents that had arrived to take over Formula One. Even back when Max first entered the sport, he was compared to her most of the times.

"I guess so," muttered Charles. "It's only my rookie season, after all."

"Precisely," she grinned. "Wait for another season and they will be talking all about your achievements. That is if you able to stay for another season," teased the female a bit.

"I will be," answered Charles lightheartedly. "It's my dream to drive for Ferrari after all."

Y/n nodded, "Good dream, Ferrari is a pretty good team." She knows that Charles is projected to be the red car future driver, but she doesn't know when will that happen considering their current driver lineup. Seb and Kimi is a good pair after all.

But knowing Ferrari?

Anything can really happen.

They continue talking as they made their walk towards the parking lot. It’s surprisingly easy talking to him, as if she’s talking with an old friend. Charles is an animated talker, slipping into French here and there - which she doesn't mind. I sounds cute and she did grew up in France. Somehow, it's easy for her to find a conversation topic. From things like racing to mundane topics like the catering on their team.

Maybe it’s how expressive he is, or maybe it’s because he’s someone that put his heart on his sleeve, making it easy for her to read on his emotions. It was a bit cute and endearing. Y/n thought that if she has a little brother, maybe it’s almost like this.

Their conversation was cut short when it’s time for them to go to their own cars.

"Guess this is it," she said, giving him a cheeky grin. "It was nice talking to you."

"Yeah," agreed the male. "I hope we can do this again."

She laughed at that. "I did gave you my number, Leclerc," said the female, giving him a friendly shove. "You can always text me for a chat. Or maybe a call."

His eyes widened, clearly not expecting that. "I-" he stopped. "I'll text you!"

"You better be," she said, giving him a sidehug, she said, “Text me later!” to him before she climbed into the car.

Her day became a bit lighter.

Charles thinks he's dreaming.

Text me later?

Text me later!?

Fuck, he hopes he didn’t fumble. Did he say yes? He didn’t remember saying yes. But he also didn’t remember saying no. Shit- what if she thought that he’s being rude!? Did he even confirmed that yes, obviously he’s going to text her after this-

If Pierre was here, he’s going to laugh so hard.

Really, Charles doesn’t know what possessed him that it made him thought visiting y/n was a good idea. He didn’t even got the courage to visit her during good days. What made him thought that visiting her after a bad race is a good idea!? After all, she had a DNF back in the race. A double DNF for Porsche to add salt into the wound. Everyone would have been in a bad mood if that happened to them.

He was half expecting to be ignored or to be met with short answers. But no, y/n was so nice that she had actually entertained his silly attempt of small conversation. He doesn’t even know what they’re talking about throughout their walk because he’s just way too nervous to make sure that the conversation kept going.

Charles had been way too distracted by the smiles and grins that she had directed towards him to even make sure that his brain is working.

Because fuckk.

Whoever said never meet your idols must be delusional because his idol – y/n – is just so fucking perfect.

She’s just like what he imagined her to be. An amazing driver. An amazing woman. An amazing human in general.

And she said to text her!?

Like- like text, text her!?

He’s not going to lie and say that the thought had never passed inside his mind. After all, ever since he first got her number all those weeks ago, he had opened up the messaging up countless of times, fingers hovering on top of the keyboards as he pondered about texting her. It’s a bit embarrassing how often he did that, but-

But it’s y/n! He can’t just randomly text her! She’s busy and-

And yet she told him to text her.

During the start of the season Pierre had told him that it was a dumb move to try to shoot his shot towards y/n - Formula One superstar, a fucking icon, the it girl - but isn't this clearly a sign!? She did told him to contact her!

Eat shit, Pierre.

“Charles?”

Snapping his head towards where his manager is, he mumbled. “Y-yeah?”

The man raised an eyebrow. “Were you talking with l/n earlier?” he asked as they both climbed into the car.

He nodded. “I ran into her when I was leaving.”

“I see,” mumbled the man. There’s a certain look inside his eyes, as if he wants to say something to him but at the same time, he’s hesitant. It made Charles a bit confused.

“Is there anything wrong with that?”

“No,” said his manager, a bit too quick. “No, it’s… okay.”

He didn’t probe further.

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sweet nothing | sv5

"all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing"

summary: after years of battling infertility, seb was still by her side. he didn't need anything else but her... but maybe their lives were about to get a little more crowded

warning: a little bit sad at times but overall fluff, mentions of endometriosis, infertility, inability to conceive, fertility treatments and pregnancy, mentions of a person attacking the reader for not continuing with treatments to have children, mentions of anxiety and insecurity

pairing: sebastian vettel x reader

word count: 3.0k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past. I would also like to point out that I am not a doctor nor do I have professional knowledge on the subject, having relied on personal experience and the additional research I did on the subject. I tried my best not to be too focused on the medicinal terms so I wouldn't give the wrong information.

german words used: liebling = darling; engel = angel; schatz = sweetheart

no better week to post this story than the week we say goodbye to Seb. nobody talk to me during race weekend, because I'll be busy crying my heart out. 😭 it's so sad to see Seb leave but above all, I hope he is the happiest person in the world with his family and that he knows that he is forever a legend of this sport. danke Seb, you will forever be my number 1 💘

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I spy with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

"You are 18 weeks pregnant, Mrs Vettel." The obstetrician told her.

"That's not possible," Y/N replied, not being able to believe the words she was hearing. The only sound she could hear at that moment was her own heart pounding loudly in her ears like heavy rain hitting the window glass during a storm. "Please check again. There must be an error in the ultrasound machine, it has to be."

The doctor turned the screen so the woman could see the image displayed. Y/N found herself completely paralyzed by the shock it caused her. It can't be, she still didn't believe it.

But it is true, she understood that when she read her information at the top of the monitor. It was there: 'Y/N Vettel', along with her age, her gender and the correct date of that miraculous day.

"Are you sure you didn't notice any symptoms?" The professional asked, curious. "Your pregnancy is already a little over four months. You've certainly felt something, or noticed something different in your body."

The truth is that she had noticed a thousand differences in herself over the last few years, but, convinced by the doctors that she was not capable of having a baby and already resigned that it was not a part of her plans, she chose to ignore them until she had no choice but to come to the doctor to confirm.

It all started when her period missed its usual date, something she quickly attributed to the stress, the work, and the constant travels she had to make to support her husband around the world.

This was followed by the sudden tiredness and fatigue she felt and her abrupt mood swings (immediately noticed by Sebastian, who was the one suffering the most because of them). But once again, work and travel became the explanations constantly given.

When she was in Japan about two months prior, that's when nausea started but, I mean, it was Japan and the woman didn't deprive herself at all from eating and enjoying all the exotic foods of that magical country, which logically had caused some sort of food poisoning, she thought.

All of these alterations had plausible answers, and none of them sounded out of the ordinary until Y/N started noticing a small bump in her stomach, though still nothing major.

At first, she wondered if it was due to her sloppiness in her exercise routine. But when she found herself looking at her reflection in the mirror and starting to create expectations about a hypothetical baby, the driver's wife decided that the best thing would be to step back from dreamland and go to the doctor.

Not because she expected to hear that her biggest dream had finally come true, but rather to keep her from imagining a life that would never be possible, or so she thought.

When looking at her baby for the first time, tears began to form in her eyes. He was so small, tiny as a firefly, but so real. His little feet, his delicate hands, his loving face. She couldn't believe that love of such a dimension could instantly consume her, warm her soul, and fill her with hope and dreams long forgotten.

"It's a boy, isn't it?" she asked, sure the answer would be yes. Inexplicably perhaps, as soon as she looked at him, all she could see was Sebastian.

Oh my god, how could I, she panicked. Y/N was so confident that this trip to the doctor would be nothing and now all she could think about was how she had taken away her husband's experience of being able to find out about the pregnancy on her side.

"Yes, it's a little boy." The obstetrics confirmed after a few minutes, smiling at the pregnant woman lying on the bed. "How did you know?"

"I don't know, it was just a feeling." Y/N replied. "And... And is everything alright with him?"

"Don't worry, my dear." The doctor placed her hand over the other woman's. "He is perfect and seems to be completely out of harm's way. Now you just have to take care of yourselves and enjoy the process."

They said the end is comin'

Everyone’s up to somethin'

I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they’re push and shovin'

You're in the kitchen hummin'

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'

After tucking two copies of the ultrasound carefully into the bottom of her suitcase, the woman left the clinic on a mission: running home to her lover's sweet nothings.

A few meters ahead, she managed to signal for a taxi to stop and thus began her journey home. The happiness she felt radiated everywhere as she leaned the top of her head against the car window and recalled all the stormy moments that had brought her here, to the happiest day of her life.

"Seb, I can't see. You do it." The young woman told her husband, covering her eyes, afraid to know the test result in front of them.

"Okay, liebling. Relax." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to control his wife's stress. "Regardless of the outcome, we'll deal with it, together." He placed a soft kiss on the top of her hair.

They had been trying to have a baby for a few months now, without success, and she especially was starting to feel the pressure. Seb, the more peaceful and patient of the two, did what he could to reassure her that they would be okay, come what may, but Y/N was starting to think something was wrong with her.

The driver took the white stick and turned it over, immediately noticing the two pink stripes. "Engel..." His voice whispered, barely audible. "You- We- We are having a baby."

In disbelief, she took his hand to confirm it with her own eyes. "Oh my god, we made it. We're having a baby." The two embraced and the world around them disappeared as the newlyweds wept with happiness.

The couple immediately called their parents and close family, excited to share the good news with everyone. Everyone knew how much this child was wanted and how much they tried to make it a reality.

They were so happy for a few days.

Two days later, the two went to the clinic to confirm that all was well with their future son or daughter. The process was very normal at first. They filled out the proper paperwork and answered the typical necessary questions. She then lay in bed while the doctor put the gel on her stomach and pressed the ultrasound probe into her belly, expecting to see their baby on the monitor.

They were fairly calm, until the obstetrician left the room without warning, returning minutes later with an older man, clearly a more experienced doctor, to help with the consultation.

Y/N and Seb looked at each other, both fearing the worst. But neither of them expected the words the doctor said to them as they all sat around his secretary.

"I'm afraid the positive test Mrs Vettel took a few days ago was a false positive." The man revealed.

On the way home

I wrote a poem

You say, "What a mind"

This happens all the time

Ooh, ooh

On her way home, the anticipation of telling her husband about their miracle grew as Y/N approached her destination.

As she got out of the taxi after paying the nice gentleman who drove her, the woman stopped to look around the neighbourhood. God, how perfect it was to raise a child there, she thought, as soon as her eyes fell on the image of a father and his little son playing football.

She could picture Seb and their baby boy a few years from then right there, kicking the ball around, and that would more than compensate for all the hardships they'd been through.

Since the day she was confronted with her endometriosis and for the next three years, Sebastian and his wife spent days on end with doctors and specialists, testing natural methods and different medications, and reading books on the subject.

A thousand different diagnoses, a thousand treatment options, and a thousand advice guides from people who had gone through the same thing.

All this led to discouragement and exhaustion for both of them.

"Sebastian, I don't think this will work..." She admitted, afraid of upsetting him. "We've tried everything."

"Liebling..." The driver called out to her, pain notable in his voice. "If it doesn't work out, we can always build our family in another way. We have fostering, surrogacy, adoption..."

"I'm tired of this, Seb." She confessed, for the first time, exhausted from the whole process and with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I'm tired of trying."

'Cause they said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to somethin’

I find myself runnin’ home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shovin’

You're in the kitchen hummin'

All that you ever wanted from me was nothin'

Y/N put her key in the lock and turned it, opening the door to the cosy blue house where they lived.

As soon as she entered her home, the young woman immediately smelled the magnificent scent of her favourite dish in the air, following it to the kitchen.

And there he was.

In the kitchen humming, swaying his hips gently to the music that played softly beside him as he prepared dinner.

She couldn't pass up that moment to stop and appreciate the love of her life.

Although he was a star of the Formula 1 world, had four world championships under his belt and was an idol to thousands of people around the world, Sebastian was his best version like this: at home, with his small acts of love, so simple and humble.

Without realizing it, Y/N let out a sob, just as she started to cry. She wept with joy, with gratitude, with love. He was without a doubt her best friend and she couldn't have chosen anyone better to be by her side than the German.

"Engel, what's the matter?" Seb asked, turning quickly to her and approaching her, as soon as he heard her cry. "What happened? Is something wrong?"

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors

And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"

To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it

"What do you mean you're going to stop treatments?" Y/N's mother questioned, with a scorned face. "You should be doing more, not giving up, for God's sake."

In fact, the relationship between Y/N and her mother had never been easy or healthy, but still, it hurt her to hear such judgment coming from someone who was supposed to love and support her unconditionally.

"Mum, that was our decision. It doesn't matter what you think is right or what you think is best." Y/N declared, trying to keep herself calm.

"That's what you say now." The older lady spoke up, her muscles tense with anger and not caring in the least about her daughter's feelings. "Not only are you depriving me of having grandchildren, but you are also preventing your own husband from having his own children. By choice. It won't take long to find someone else to give them to him. You'll see."

It won't take long to find someone else to give them to him.

You'll see.

Those terrible words were chanting in the poor girl's head, like a scratched record stuck in the same song.

It was safe to say that that conversation between mother and daughter had more consequences than expected from a simple breakfast. Y/N's mood was ruined for the rest of her day.

After returning home to her husband, the woman occasionally excused herself to the bathroom during the day in an attempt to hide the tears that threatened to fall.

However, Seb knew her better than the back of his hand. As soon as he looked at her walking through the door, he knew something was wrong, but he tried to give her space so she felt comfortable opening up to him about what was going on.

When the driver realized that he had no other option but to intervene, he entered the bathroom without warning, coming face to face with the image of his wife sitting on the toilet, crying as she hid in between her hands.

"Schatz, please talk to me." Seb pleaded, running his hand carefully over her hair as he lowered himself to her level.

"You're going to leave me, that's what's wrong." She confessed, letting her voice rise in volume. "All because I'm a complete failure as a woman and as a wife. I've tried, I've tried everything. But I can't give you the family you want, or the children you deserve."

"What are you talking about?" He asked, more confused than ever by his wife's sudden insecurity.

"You deserve so much better than me, Seb..." Y/N looked right into his eyes, trying to apologize for something she had no control over. "To you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all this. I can't live with the guilt of ruining your dreams anymore."

"Liebling, stop. Look at me." He took her hands and placed them on top of his own cheeks, making her maintain eye contact between them. "You are more than enough. I would give up everything for you. I don't need children, championships, money or fame." He continued, leaning his head against her thighs.

"All that I ever wanted from you was nothing. You are literally the only thing I need in this world to be happy."

They said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to somethin'

I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shovin'

You're in the kitchen hummin'

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'

Y/N grabbed the collar of the army green shirt her husband was wearing and pulled him to her, letting her lips cover his.

She poured all of her feelings into that kiss, quickly reciprocated with the same intensity by Seb as soon as he got over the shock of her unexpected movement.

Her tears continued to stream down her face, and although the German could taste them in his mouth, he knew that, no matter what was going on with Y/N, that demonstration of love between them was exactly what she needed at that time.

As soon as their now swollen lips parted ways, Sebastian broke the silence. "As much as I love every time you kiss me like that, I'm getting worried, engel. Did something happen? Where were you?"

"Oh sweetheart, something happened, yes, and you'll never believe what I have to tell you." Her smile appeared on her face again, so bright and cheerful, that her partner felt the corners of his mouth mirror the movement of her lips.

They said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to somethin'

I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shovin'

You're in the kitchen hummin'

"I'm honestly so lost, schatz." The man laughed, shaking his head. "But I can assume by your face that it's a good thing, I think?"

She laughed along with him, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek as she turned to her purse. Her hand reached for the rectangular image hidden at the bottom of the bag.

Seb held out his hand, expecting her to put the mysterious object on top of it.

His eyes were deceiving him. It can't be, his thoughts racing.

"Are- Are you- Is this yours?" He stuttered nervously.

Y/N nodded her head and wrapped the blond man around the waist. "We're going to have a baby, my love. It finally happened."

"But you- We- The treatments stopped-" He couldn't even form a complete sentence, which made his partner giggle like a little kid.

"Looks like he was just waiting for the right moment to show up." She leaned her cheek against her best friend's chest as he placed his chin on the top of her head.

"He? Is it a boy?" His voice faltered for a moment, unable to contain his emotion.

"Oops, surprise?" He felt her chest rise and fall against his as Y/N chuckled softly.

"I couldn't be happier, liebling." Sebastian looked at her, full on crying, with his hands over his wife's cheeks. "Just having you by my side makes me the happiest man in the world."

"I can't wait to meet our baby. I bet he's going to be your twin." She laughed, returning to her soulmate's warm embrace. "Thank you, Seb."

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for wanting nothing from me except for me."

"I love you more than anything, you and our little one." He placed his hand on her stomach for the first time, feeling the small bump, much to his shock.

"And I love you, Vettel." She replied, feeling a single tear run down her face.

"Michael won't believe me when I tell him this."

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'

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Sarah Smiles | SV5

Summary: You and Sebastian are the same person; ultra-focused on your career and surrounded by a life built and designed especially for you. When your worlds collide, you can’t help but wanting to start letting one another in, maybe the ultimate power couple will be born out of a successful race. Part of the 'Vices and Virtues' collection.

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Warnings: Mentions of divorce, SV5's long hair deserves a warning of it's own.

In Formula 1, there was never a good time to take a job role. Joining mid-season was bad; having to meet expectations and places that you hadn’t a clue about beforehand. Contrary to popular belief, joining at the beginning of the season was worse. You had all the positivity from the previous season to uphold as well as the constant comparison to the choices taken the previous year.

Maybe that was why you felt so off, standing slightly off to the rest of the Aston Martin meeting room. Although you were clad in identical uniform; your polo shirt and shorts the exact same green of everybody around you, you knew in this moment, you stuck out like a sore thumb. Several pairs of eyes were trained on you, a new face for a start since their winter break. Moreover, you were a woman. Even if it was wrong, there was a distinctive lack of them in the mechanical team.

In your mind, that didn’t matter. If anything, it proved that you were the most competent and suited for this job. But if you were, why did you feel this nervous? Why did you want to be anywhere but in that room? Your life was so perfectly built to accommodate you, why did this job seem to alter it so quickly?

You were soon pulled out of your inner monologue when the sound of a microphoned voice filters through the room. Everybody paid attention to the commands, sitting on the chairs set around the room. You opted for the one closest to you, nobody sitting directly next to or in front of you. You were not too sure about behind and you aren’t turn around to check at this point. Not when Mike Krack was stood in front of you, microphone in hand, welcoming the team back after a well-deserved break.

He began with the introductions, welcoming the new mechanics and PR team to their camp. There was a round of applause for each member of the team, stepping up to the front and giving a little piece of information on themselves. Aston Martin, unlike some of the other teams, had evolved into more than a job; a family knit was quite literally on the face of it, after all. At least, that was what was coming to your mind from seeing the identical stances of Lance and Lawrence.

“And now, I’d like to welcome our newest Race Engineer who will be working alongside our very own Sebastian Vettel!” There was a cheer as the four-time champions name was mentioned. What you were not expecting, was the louder cheer which circulated the room when Mike introduced you by name, motioning for you to come and join him.

You took a breath, focused on the task at hand, stepping up and nodding towards the group behind you. What you didn’t realise, looking back at your chair where your Aston Martin jacket was draped, was the figure sat upright on the chair behind you; a mass of blonde curls and a grin that could light up the entire racetrack, let alone the room.

Sebastian Vettel had been sat behind you the entire time.

A hand on your shoulder from none other than the Team Principal drew you back to the room, handing you the microphone which you gladly accepted. Your mouth opened, offering a few words to the crowd, thanking them for being so welcoming whilst you were finding your feet.

“I’d also like to say I hope I’m able to bring something to this team and lead us to some victories. I’m so thankful to be working with such an incredible team, and to be the four-time world champion’s engineer. Uh…let’s hope we can go for five!” You finish your sentence to a massive cheer around the room, applause coming through your ears. It had taken that few moments to obtain your confidence; now you were ready to face the entire paddock with nothing but a smile and your knowledge.

Silently, you took your place back in the chair your jacket laid upon, picking up the garment and slipping it over your arms. You thought you felt something on your shoulder. Convinced it was simply the feel of the item, you turned your attention back forward, pulling your focus towards the instructions for FP1 later that morning. But then…you feel that tap again. This time it completely draws your attention. Your head turns, what you don’t expect is the most beautiful pair of eyes, piercing into your own. Sebastian is leaning forward, a grin on his face, one hand outstretched to shake yours. It takes you a moment to register this, flustering a little before reaching down to take his hand in your own. But after that, you revert to your old self. Cool, calm, confident.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He whispers, not wanting to take the attention away from Mike, or more importantly, the Drive to Survive cameras nestled in the corner. “I have a feeling we’ll be becoming a lot more…acquainted?”

“Oh really?” You whisper back, a grin finding a home upon your lips. “What makes you think that?”

Before the driver can give you an answer, you’ve spun back around in your seat, hearing Mike’s instructions beginning to end. His final instructions are given, signalling for mechanics to take their positions, engineers to take their final words with the drivers. A final word of luck is given before the man steps down, signalling for his team to follow his lead. You take the opportunity to let go of a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, shoulders sagging and back no longer tense. Effortlessly, feet swing up from the chair, running a hand through your hair, feeling for the skinny elastic band resting on your wrist. Whilst your fingers are busy pulling back your hair, the figure of none other than your racer appears in front of you, his own hair now pulled back by his white headband. In between his fingers, nestle a water bottle. Your water bottle, to be exact.

“You left this under your chair.” He explains, handing over the bottle. You thank him with a smile, taking the bottle within your own grasp. The look down to the bottle causes some hair to escape from your ponytail. Instead of fixing the issue, you simply push the stands behind your ears, watching as Sebastian motions towards the door, the last few mechanics making their way to the Aston Martin pen. “Shall we walk and talk?” You can only nod, your palms becoming sweaty. You tell yourself it’s the grip on the bottle, you cannot be intimidated by the beautiful man with curly hair.

“So, first practice…” You start, keeping pace with the man, your footsteps soon synchronising. “We need to make a statement, it’s the first race back. The driver throws you a questioning look, wondering what on earth you could mean, his eyes wanting a new explanation. “I’ve seen the way you acted at Red Bull- “

“That’s not me.” Sebastian cuts you off. “Not anymore.”

“I’m not saying it is. What I’m saying is we need that Red Bull Sebastian behind the wheel. I want to see the fierce driver in the car- “You pauses, holding a hand up, letting his words catch in his throat. “But we want the Sebastian we know and love in front of the camera.”

“Since when did you become my publicist too?” He jokes, pulling his sunglasses down to cover his eyes as the two of you stepped into the sunlit track of Bahrain for practice. Your mouth opens to talk before one of his hands come out, resting on your shoulder. “I’m joking. I understand you.” Visibly, your posture relaxes, pulling your own sunglasses across your eyes, the sun beating down a lot heavier than you had anticipated.

“I’m glad somebody does.” You can’t help the grin that is ticking onto your face already. You hadn’t yet had more than a glance from the elder Aston Martin driver. He’d been absent from your final interview, having been sorting out some more…personal affairs. You’d met the remaining members of the team; the mechanics were already one big collaborative and Lance was such a sweetheart, (even despite the silver-spoon claims, he was an incredibly talented driver.) However, at this current point, you’d trade them all for another conversation with Sebastian.

And that scared you. So used to doing everything your way, each step planned out to accommodate yourself. Why was he, (let’s face it, practically a stranger,) making you question everything? You had your own life, your own steps, you didn’t need somebody to come along and change it all with a flashy smile and a warm, attractive tone.

“So-“ Sebastian continued the conversation, breaking back into the comfortable silence. “The team is doing a joint lunch together today, I’m pretty sure they’re ordering in pizza. You’re welcome to join, your part of the family now-”

“No-“ Your mind mentally screamed for answering before you could even stop to think. What were you saying? Why would you turn down lunch with the entire team, it was a perfect opportunity to gain some credibility. “Fuck- no, I didn’t mean- I’m not a huge pizza person and I don’t usually-“

Sebastian doesn’t look upset. He looks almost…in awe. His grin finds its way back to his face, amused by your sudden realisation as well as his own.

“I’m…also not a huge pizza person.” He responds, feeling like he was no longer the only human on earth who didn’t bow down to the Italian dish. “Maybe we can grab something together then? Something that the entire team isn’t going to devour before us.” He half-jokes, half smirks. “The restaurant in my hotel does the most amazing sushi rolls, we could go for them?” He’s offering up each suggestion, his own mind practically crawling to spend time with you at this point.

You on the other hand, were aware of the infamous sushi rolls. After arriving late from the airport, the previous night, you’d stopped in the restaurant section before mustering the energy to take your suitcase to your own room. There, your eyes had scanned over each option, eventually settling on the sushi platter, eyes transfixed onto tomorrow’s schedule as you ate alone.

What you were completely unaware of, was the figure sitting a few seats away from you, back turned, eyes fixed in a novel as a sushi roll was half eaten in his palm; his blonde hair unruly, the settlement papers long forgotten that should have been signed hours ago.

“I could go for sushi.” You respond, as the two of you finally step into the garage. Sebastian nodded in agreement, mentioning that he would find you after practice. The driver lingers for a moment as you made your way towards the pit wall, initialled headphones waiting for you to lean into.

“I look forward to hearing your voice on the other end of the radio!” He…jokes? Flirts? Your mind is too transfixed on the current event to tell. Besides, Sebastian has only just completed his messy, (albeit, very private,) divorce. The only reason you were aware was after a press photo released showed Vettel without his wedding band; that an off-handed comment from Lance earlier that day.

You can barely register his words as you take your place, eyes transfixed on the data in front of you. In a matter of moments, Vettel’s voice fills the device, his tone soft as he adjusts around the car, his balaclava and helmet. He calls your name, making sure his radio is working correctly.

“Sebastian, remember what we said.” You note, switching to the readings and data you were used to, the information that was going to help Sebastian through this. “Red Bull energy, yes?”

“Red Bull energy.” He repeats, setting his helmet down, eyes fixed on the track.

Practice was one thing, but qualification? That was another.

The plan you had given your driver had gone perfectly, as you had predicted. After talking one another through the turns, making slight alterations that Sebastian had taken on board, he was currently one of the favourites to be taking pole position. Pats on the back by your team members were given, and after he’d gotten changed and taken a breath, Sebastian came and found you with the promise of sushi.

The two of you had found, were almost identical. Since his divorce was finalised, Sebastian had retained being his own person. He was doing things for himself, no ties apart from his career. If he wanted something, there was no discussion. It happened. The racer however, had found that you lived by the exact same piece of fabric.

Neither one of you were looking for anything. You both had lives to lead and always lived by if somebody could fit into that, maybe you could let them in. And with the blonde driver, it seemed as if that maybe was becoming more obvious by every single moment.

With still around an hour to go until qualification began, you had slinked off to your seat on the pit wall, determined to carry on with your novel. Having your flight delayed by three hours and a phone that you were not able to charge until you reached the aeroplane had led you into a store, picking out a novel which looked interesting. What you didn’t expect was to be mesmerised by the story, having been completely focused for the entire flight and the previous evening in the hotel.

Mike had told the team to reconvene in 30 minutes, giving each mechanic, assistant, engineer and driver time to prepare; after their performances, Aston Martin had a lot to lead up to; they needed their drivers focused. You’d remained comfortable, your noise-cancelling headphones playing classical music as you got lost in the world of a forbidden romance novel. You were so engrossed in your little bubble that you didn’t realise footsteps approaching you. Suddenly, your eyes remembered to dart up, seeing none other than the figure of your race driver in front of you. The man spoke, whatever he said unaudable until you placed the book down, wiggling the headphones until they were around your shoulder.

“Sorry, Sebastian. You all okay?” You asked, eyes catching his own, they practically glistened in the night lights, shining in the track ambience.

“I said how are you feeling?” He asked. “Ready to give them another Red Bull attitude?” Although them days were behind him, he couldn’t help but find the amusement in what you had said yesterday. So much so, that when you had casually pressed your number into his phone over sushi and stories, he’d saved you as ‘Red Bull Energy.’ Maybe that was part of you, too. You had an incredible spark. An independent woman who had her life on track perfectly. Not to mention, you were incredibly beautiful.

“Absolutely.” You confirm to the driver. “We’re going to give them a show, make them wonder why they would ever doubt Aston Martin.” Sebastian can’t help but be in awe of your energy. Somehow, that glint you gave off made him want to blush like a schoolboy again. His eyes couldn’t meet you for fear of that, so instead darted around your section of the desk, seeing the title of your discarded book.

“Before the Sunset?” he motioned towards the book, in shock that anybody else had ever heard of that title.

“Wha- Oh!” You suddenly registered what he was speaking about, picking up the novel and holding it against your chest. “Yes- I bought it at the airport, I’m already in love with it.” Your eyes lighten as you explain your sudden passion for the novel. Sebastian swore he could feel his heart melt a little more with the smile on your face; he was certain he’d be the one to cause that smile one day.

“Where have you gotten to?” His curiosity overtakes him.

“Clara has just arrived in Italy; she’s still waiting for James to call her back.” You explain, replaying the moment in your head, your brain doing nothing but picturing how it would look in person. Excitedly, the book goes back to the table, arm movements getting wilder as you become more passionate. “It’s such an amazing story. Do you ever wonder how it would be, finding somebody who would go across the world for an unrequited love?”

“It’s a beautiful thing.” He agrees, taking a step closer towards you. And then…there it is. Red Bull Sebastian Vettel. “Do you…do you think going through a qualification is enough for unrequited love?” He can’t help the corny line and grin that spreads across his face. And then…the most beautiful moment.

“It depends.” You answer, without missing a beat, looking around to the crowd of workers currently working across Aston Martin and Ferrari. “Who are you trying to impress?”

Sebastian doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches forward, his finger and thumb resting under your chin as he turns you back to face him. He’s such a gentleman. He doesn’t say anything, but simply raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to take the very heavy hint. His eyes are sparkling, you’re almost mesmerised. Almost, but not quite. You’re still the strong woman you came into Aston Martin as; you could challenge Red Bull Sebastian any day.

“I’ll tell you what.” You grin, keeping the proximity to your driver. “Get through this qualification in one piece, make everybody wonder where this team has come from today.” You respond, eyes gleaming as Sebastian opens his mouth to respond.

“And then, we can make them talk more when I take you for a celebration drink.” He finishes. You can’t help but grin at the response, knowing that this was the Sebastian you wanted to see on the track. Without a word, you stretch your arm out, offering to shake his hand. The driver obliges, but plays it his way, pulling your arm closer to him, his body trajectory so his mouth rested close to your ear.

“Have I ever told you there is nothing hotter than a woman who can handle her shit?” He murmurs, keeping his tone low so not to disturb or draw attention to the two.

“Red Bull Sebastian is my shit to deal with now, huh?” You tease, referencing the ongoing reference between the two of you. The driver can’t help but chuckle at your comment, the reminder to his younger self, all those years ago, sitting in the seat of his first car.

“I’m Aston Martin Sebastian now. He’s better.” Silently, he pulls away from the top of your ear, his head drawing back to walk away, but not before his eyes catch yours one more time, a wink fluttering across his eyes, a signal to you that it was on.

“I don’t doubt it.” You respond, watching as the driver walks away, the silent promise that you will get him to pole position, and you will get that drink.

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astonmartinf1: Comment from our pole position WINNER, Sebastian Vettel!

SV5: 'I couldn't have asked for a better qualification, if I'm going to thank anyone, it's the team, especially my race engineer. Big things are coming!

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astonmartinis: IS THAT JESUS? SEBASTIAN'S SECOND COMING, THE HAIR OMG-

floforzaferrari: congratulations Seb! well done to your new engineer :)

lancestroll: couldn't have asked for a better qualification, see you for celebrations tonight seb!

sebastianvettel: lancestroll: it won't be tonight my friend, I shall see you in the morning!

smoothsainzsebastian: SEB HAS PLANS?

chairleclerc: HES OUT WITH THE ENGINEER TELL ME CAP, LOVE IS COMING-

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Making custom design for our personalized thermos (4 bucks! Good price!)

Censored our irl name as well, just in case

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Sebastian Vettel Birth Chart

Analysis of my favourite F1 driver cause I miss him and watching F1 and him and his chart fascinates me.

First thing that stands out to me is his Cancer stellium. Sebastian has his Mars, Mercury, Sun, & Lilith in Cancer.

Given how he communicates, it makes reasonable that his mercury is retrograde. If you've ever observed or watched footage of him speaking, you'll quickly realize that he speaks slowly and steadily and takes his time. He is well aware of the significance of his words and speaks with awareness. This is because Cancer is a very potent sign, as the moon rules this sign and has the ability to control and alter people's emotions (which is why people feel different when the moon is in different signs and phases). He thinks more deeply than most people do and has a purpose for everything he says and does. Due to the fact that Cancer Mercury individuals often communicate in a much gentler tone and touch, many people may feel comfort in his words. His Sun is conjunct his Mercury, he speaks with his mind but may get overwhelmed by it in worry of it being misinterpreted or misunderstood. His Mercury being trine his Pluto empathizes this as naives with Mercury trine Pluto have an ability to communicate intensity and with power. He must also be really good at reading people's intentions and motives with Cancer placements having a strong ass intuition and Pluto trine Mercury gives naives the ability to understand others motivations.

Due to his Cancer Mars, he is highly protective of his family (and loved ones), and he won't hesitate to take any necessary measures to keep them safe. He simply wants what is best for his family and loved ones. Since his mars is in Gemini at 27 degrees, he won't think twice before reprimanding or yelling at anyone to ensure the safety of his loved ones (coming from someone who also has this exact Mars placement lol). Since his Lilith and Mars are in conjunction, he makes a good leader and has considerable influence over others. Have you observed how people perceive and speak of him? He is truly regarded as a leader by those who look up to him. Extremely driven, he can overcome any obstacles that stand in the way of his success (although it does take more time due to Cancers fall in Mars). His Libra Moon sextile his Mars helps him with this and makes him more determined to reaching his goals. Although, he's more determined and focused to reaching/achieving his bigger goals and dreams rather than his smaller ones. Going back to his Lilith conjunct Mars, he's not one to tolerate people's BS and always speak up for what is right (him being an activist and it plays part to why he retired lol).

Something that also stood out to me is his Aries NN/North Node

His a Aries North Node is square his Neptune, which naturally makes the native talented in many areas and successful in many, which will help them achieve their destiny in their lifetime (especially when it comes to the arts, although Sebastian isn't an artist, lol). Given that Sebastian previously stated he would not be in the spotlight once or after retiring (from what I remember/heard), it makes sense that those who become famous in this way frequently avoid the spotlight. Prior to this year, when he announced his retirement, he had never used or been interested in social media. Remember that streak Sebastian had when had when he was in Red Bull from '09-'13? His Cancer Sun square his North Node explains a lot of it and what he done/been through during that era and is capable of doing when in a position like he was when he was at Red Bull during that 4 year period when he was breaking and creating records. I don't think he was every egotistical especially during that era when people were saying he was, this placement gives the native great awareness of their capabilities. Especially when the native had difficultly achieving their goals and ambitions at first. I can't remember if he sacrificed anything? His friendships/relationships I think he kinda ignored for his success? Often times these naives make a sacrifice to bring attention to the world, I'm hearing the quote "I was faster, I passed him, I won" so many that might've been a sacrifice to him that he made. This placement also brings the native strong leadership skills, which he has which just empathizes his Lilith conjunct Mars. I believe that he's been through obstacles that make him the way he is and how he views himself and his career.

Libra Moon

He has a Libra Moon, and if you knew anything about Libra Moons, you would know that they value balance, are innately very open-minded, and enjoy observing the world from various perspectives. Poor Seb, he has quite a few squares on his moon. He doesn't mention his mother as often as he does his dad, wife, and kids, so I wonder what kind of relationship he has with her. His Moon is square his Gemini Chiron. Possibly a mommy issues? Additionally, his Moon is conjunct his retrograde Capricorn Neptune, which, in my opinion, empathizes with his Cancer placements and increases his sensitivity, awareness, and compassion for others. Emphasizes the likelihood that he might have mommy issues because of how deep relationships naive people have with the women in their lives as a result of this placement. I mean, have you not seen the way he speaks about him and his wife?! He has strong highs and extreme lows in his emotional state because his Moon is square his Uranus. He consistently exceeds others' expectations and rarely pays attention to advice unless it resonates strongly with his sentiments (empathizes his Cancer Mars conjunct Lilith).

Gemini Venus

Gemini Venuses like to get to know and become acquainted with their partners before they decide to date them, if there is one thing about them. He did claim that he and his wife are best friends from high school, after all (awe). His Venus is in sextile to his Jupiter in Aries. He expressed his gratitude for being able to support his wife now that he is retired, saying that he is highly supportive of those he loves and cares about (aww). He enjoys and wants to ensure that his loved ones are content and cared for, and he is able to do so. He enjoys learning new things and seeking out opportunities to do so. He also appreciates seeing where life leads him. He enjoys socializing with new people who have similar or related interests to himself and appreciates imparting knowledge to others. His Venus is conjunct his Chiron, I believe his relationship is very healing to him from any and all past trauma, problems, issues he has. He may feel like he isn't good enough and wants to do what he can to be a better partner to his wife, a better father to his kids, and better person towards his loved ones. He doesn't see life as perfect and is very empathetic towards others. He's not afraid to be vulnerable to his loved ones (especially with his Cancer placements).

If you made it this far, thank you for reading! This is just the surface of his chart and what can be covered. I can go deeper if anyone wants. I may not be 110% accurate due to his unknown time of birth, if his time of birth was public it'll give a more accurate chart with his ascendent and houses, his MC, etc. Also, the energy of these placements can always manifest/appear differently. My inbox is open for any questions.

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vettelgp · 2 years

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Discovering that Jesse McCartney is older than Sebastian Vettel has permanently altered my brain chemistry

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my-opinions · 1 year

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(I could go into extreme detail on why Ferrari and Red bull are complete opposites but the exact same but now is not the time) // I'd love to read your opinion on this 😊

Sorry this is late. Exams have been kicking my ass 🥹 This is my opinion so you are allowed to disagree with literally anything I said. Discourse is a way to progress. Also this is based on purely what I have seen as a fan, I have 0 clue how these teams function in reality.

To look at them individually, Ferrari is this historic team which you just can’t help but root for. In everything they do passion bleeds into it. Its pain, its beauty, it sings songs of hope that eventually the championship will return home. Ferrari is broken and bruised but they keep returning for something better; to fill a gaping hole in the Tifosi’s heart.

Red Bull is completely opposite, they don’t care about anyone or anything. They are the bastards of F1 if you will. They will admit to messing up, but then just move on like nothing happened. They aren’t there to please anyone, they are there to win and party. “They exist as a fuck you toward to the world” – Quote by someone, I forgot their name.

But then looking at them in unison, all they want to do is win. Not make money or develop technology, win. Maybe who they are winning for is different (Red bull is winning for themselves while Ferrari is winning for the Tifosi and their legacy), but I feel like the yearning for success is greater than all the other teams combined.

If you look at all the other teams on the grid, everything they do is so clinical. Like they feel like a business; that they must just sit around and work. But for Red Bull and Ferrari, they feel like teams. They would put everything on the line just for 0,1 s speed down the straight.

Red Bull and Ferrari just have a NEED to win, that’s what motivates them. There is so much passion for racing, for the sport and for their teams, that other’s don’t have. McLaren could easily lean into the whole historic side of the team, but they don’t. The focus more on marketing and other series. Mercedes wants to win, so that Hamilton can win his eighth, that’s it. They want to win because they’re embarrassed for losing.

Sebastian is one of the greats which is why there are very few teams that can captivate Sebastian Vettel the way these two have. Seb didn’t change from when he went from Red bull to Ferrari, his spirit stayed the same. He carries both of them with him today.

Anyways most of this is based off vibes alone, but if I had choice of any team on the grid to work for, I would chose one of them. They have unbreakable spirits.

I hope I’ve explained myself properly, or in a way that makes sense to you. If you have any comments/questions/altering opinions, please let me know ☺️ I find this fascinating

Also sorry this is really long 😅

#f1 #formula 1 #scuderia ferrari #red bull racing

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heyitsspaceace · 2 years

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OKAY

hi friends a little bit ago i put out a google form about rating f1 men

said form now has 100 submissions!!! (uhh here's the link if you wanna take it!)

let's see the results

YUKI TSUNODA

yuki coming in strongly with the 6

the majority of you just said small man

one of you is down bad for his thighs

you're welcome i made this anonymous

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LANDO NORRIS

pretty mixed bag with him, mainly 5's tho

lots of curly hair comments, also a lot talk about how he's annoying

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FERNANDO ALONSO

i'm pretty sure he got the most amount of 1's?

it was either

drama queen <3

drama queen </3

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VALTTERI BOTTAS

pretty positive response for valtteri! good on him!

most of y'all spoke highly of the man

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SERGIO PEREZ

one person said cheatco and i'll just let that speak for itself

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ZHOU GUANYU

this mad had no bad things said about him

lots of fashion icon responses!

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SEBASTIAN VETTEL

MANY

KIND

WORDS

I love seb! you love seb! a considerable amount of us love seb!

(one of you said babygirl-coded old man and my life has been altered)

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MICK SCHUMACHER

y'all adore this man and it shows

he is your golden retriever boy

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LEWIS HAMILTON

i know what you are

down bad is what you all are

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KEVIN MAGNUSSEN

so many people just talked about him having tattoos

(and a dilf....a lot of you said dilf)

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CARLOS SAINZ

smoooooooth operator!

as one of you said "no explanation needed here, look at the man"

and also as one of you said "tits"

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PIERRE GASLY

again y'all are just down bad for this man

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MAX VERSAPPEN

y'all either h a t e d this man or were so down bad you wrote a whole paragraph

also a lot of post-race max/pos comments

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LANCE STROLL

a lot of you like him!

good on you!

lots of stuff saying he's underrated

also one of you said you want him to grow his hair out again and I FOR ONE AGREE

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DANIEL RICCIARDO

you all were NOT afraid to call this man a dilf and it SHOWS

TO THE PERSON WHO SAID "He feels like a day spent by the pool in Spain with your best friends, good music and cocktails" YOU ARE SO BIG BRAINED MY FRIEND

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CHARLES LECLERC

no explanation needed for this i think

EXECPT Y'ALL NEED TO STOP SAYING HE LOOKS LIKE DANIEL RADCLIFF OR IM GONNA GET VIOLENT LMAO

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NICHOLAS LATIFI

lower end, but still decent results

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GEORGE RUSSELL

SO MANY OF YOU JUST SAID BRITISH, OVER VERY BRITISH OR JUST REALLY REALLY BRITISH

george russell the type of guy to have been on the debate team

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ESTEBAN OCON

the responses informed of the nick name estie-bestie and i'm loving it

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ALEX ALBON

lily wasn't even in this quiz and still so many of you said 10 for her

but also another one you all love

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OKAY AND THAT WAS IT!

thank you all for doing this I had so much fun reading everyone's responses!!!

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f1 driver sebastian vettel is retiring and the news has sent me down a huge nostalgia trip of like 2010-2012 which were the years that i was a huge fan of him. and a part of that was revisiting coldplay’s mylo xyloto which was the first coldplay album i was going to experience the release of in real time. and at the time i was so massively disappointed in it, that it led me to discover blur and later radiohead which basically altered the course of my life

and, yeah, i still think mylo xyloto isnt as good as their first 4 albums, but now probably because of nostalgia, the parts that were good sound really really good. it’s a deeply unashamedly emotional album. that guitar riff on charlie brown makes me feel emotions. hurts like heaven (dont bite my head off for saying this) is a later stage arcade fire song but good. the rest of it......eh. but also this album reminds me of me ranting to anyone who would listen about what a let down it was. its me and my best friend translating the lyrics into the local languages and laughing at the silliness of it all. it was the soundtrack to a pretty good time in my life, where i really started growing as a person and finding my own identity

#this is me processing the vettel retirement news on two different blogs + a bunch of other emotions now #oh also the production on this album is g a r b a g e it sounds so bad

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felineee tell me more about the bradnate formula 1 au?!1 Came across it and i'm curious. The boys in tight race suits>>>>>>>>>>

Anooooonn!!!! YES, you know it haha. Thank you so much because I do have a massive earworm about this au and now I can ramble about it. More under the cut because I went off lol.

Okay okay, so Brad is totally an aggressive driver. You give him an inch and he will squeeze through. He will never intentionally endanger anyone, ever, the sport is already dangerous enough as it is, but he will take risks that some may consider a bit overboard. Brad disagrees, of course, he knows what he's doing. There's a reason he's in the cockpit and the naysayers are on the couch watching him on their tv. Brad has a talent for approaching corners at maximum speed, braking much later, and going for a tighter line than other drivers. A bit Schumacher-esque if you will. With a weird setup no one else will ever be able to drive in. Brad is never overly emotional on radio. He's cool as a cucumber and always respectful of his team and drivers around him. Except in rare instances, like when something happens outside of his control. The engine giving out or someone else pushing him off the track with a dumb move. Brad will bitch then, and it's the stuff of legend.

Nate can be equally aggressive, and they're both very similar there, but he's a bit 'cleaner' than Brad. Also, he can recount all the rules and regulations out loud in his sleep and uses it; ea vettel's double overtake in the pit lane during the 2016 chinese gp while there was a safety car, which was totally allowed, but I remember being confused for a moment lol. Nate is definitely that type of dude. He's a steel wall when he's defending, won't easily give way in corners and has great tire management. He's more chatty on radio and likes to know what's going on at all times on the track. Equally respectful of his team but does have some moments where he alters/defies a few strategic decisions when he feels his view on the current situation is more accurate.

What else... Okay, so I like to think Brad and Nate have known each other from way back. Like early karting days or a bit further ahead in F2. In the beginning, they did have a rivalry, but that quickly changed into a friendship born out of mutual respect, admiration, and understanding. They acknowledge each other's talent and easily got along and kind of fell into a groove. Like the 'I didn't realize we were friends but guess what now we're suddenly hanging out almost 24/7' kind of thing. They also really enjoy battling it out on the track.

When the story starts, they're both in F1 and on opposing teams. I think I'd put Nate driving for Mercedes and Brad for RBR. Nate already won a championship last season (2 already, maybe? like maybe his dad was a famous driver so the door to getting a seat was a bit easier for him than for Brad. He did have to prove himself of course, and he's very talented, but you know nepotism and all that. And while he's very proud of his dad and looks up to him, he's very keen on making a name for himself). He started in F1 for McLaren or something something, before getting a contract with Mercedes and driving alongside Mike. Mike already won a few championships, and he likes to give him some pointers. Brad started with Williams or something something driving with Tony before moving on to RBR with Ray. Brad and Tony are still best buds and Ray definitely did a stint with Nascar in-between seasons at one point because of course he did. This season RBR's cars can easily keep up with the cars of Mercedes thus Brad and Nate are battling for the world championship.

The press likes to spin a heated rivalry between these two as mentioned in the post, and Brad taking advantage of that to be a little shit (this man hates the press with a passion and gets a kick out of pestering Nate), and Nate reciprocates in kind, but what if they do actually get a bit more spicy?? Like Brad being a heathen trying to overtake in a sharp corner and Nate being very stubborn and not giving way at any cost and they end up crashing, taking them both out of the race, and Brad is pissed and Nate is pissed and you know, tension, drama fueled by a bit more scathing remarks during the next press conference, a little angst here and there because what if the other got seriously hurt? And you know, they're both very driven (pun intended) to win. It's one of the reasons why they get along so well. Understanding and a shared passion and yada yada.

And somewhere deep down, they probably know they're in love, but they just don't realize it yet. Like maybe somewhere at the end of the season, or no to make it more dramatic, right before the summer break, there's another incident on the track and after they both safely get off, they're really riled up and beyond frustrated and there is this moment of 'I want to punch you or kiss you.. wait what?' And maybe they do, kiss that is, but it's complicated. In whatever way you spin it, sadly F1 is still currently not the most supportive lgbtq+ environment ever. If it ever came out it would be a big deal. Nate being the sacrificial lamb that he is, tells Brad that they can't, even though it felt anything but, but Nate knows how much Brad wants to win that championship. How much he just wants to drive. They both live for it and he's afraid it will be taken away. Of course Brad doesn't take it well, he isn't stupid, he knows, and tries to shrug it off and brush it under the rug. That never happened, let's move one. Which of course proves to be very difficult. Nate meanwhile feels terrible about it too, thinking he did the right thing, for himself and for Brad, but it's just a big mess. Their friendship deteriorates and isn't the same. There's no easygoing 'let's meet somewhere quiet to escape all the bullshit for a few minutes' hiding behind a motorhome and talking about everything and nothing.

I don't know if I ever do end up writing it lol. Like I love the idea of it and that sport is insane. The fucknuttery that happens and the drama, man it's unreal and hilarious. And Rudy and Pappy being Ferrari bro's. Tony using his platform to shed some light on different issues. Brad actually liking Trombley's deranged rookie driving because he admires the audacity. Twitter drama. Ray starting the Twitter drama. Brad unintentionally starting the Twitter drama. #peanutbuttergate2021

But I'm not a full-fledged expert on the sport whatsoever so I'm afraid of making silly mistakes and on top of that I don't even have a driver's license yet lmao. Maybe I'll make a fun manip one day or something if it never happens haha.

Anyway thanks for the ask anon, sorry this took a bit longer to answer. I love you 💜💜

#ask #brad and his recon babe #bradnate #generation kill #tagging this with everything because this idea has taken me over and now everyone can suffer lmao

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