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nonstoplover · 1 year

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a reason to stay ~ sebastian vettel (sv5)

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pairing: sebastian vettel x fem!reader

song inspiration: reason to stay ~ brett young

summary: just a small drabble about sebastian not wanting the love of his life to get up and leave for work in the morning

words: 2.08K

a/n: this song is literally one of my all time fave songs, brett's genius lyrics can always reach very deep into my heart. i always wanted to write about the situation depicted in the song, and when i listened to it yesterday, i accidentally looked at one of the pictures i have of seb on my wall, and i just knew that it's got to be him i write this about. this song screams sebastian vettel for me. anyway, enjoy!

please, don't be a ghost reader, leave a comment or rb! any feedback is well appreciated!

Saturdays are Sebastian's favourite days since his retirement from Formula One. You may ask, why? It's simple. Those are the days when his wife finally doesn't have to go to work, those days he can have her all to himself. The whole damn day. And without any stupid housework coming up that she just needs to do, as it always is with Sundays.

It's not like he hasn't tried to convince her to stop working, at least for a while. Or okay, fine, just do part-time. He has enough money for them to lead a comfortable life for now. And then he – or they – will figure out the rest in time.

But she loves her job, so what can he really do? She doesn't want to stop, or even go part-time. She enjoys waking up early in the morning, sip her morning coffee while swiftly skimming through the news on her phone. She doesn't mind getting dressed and then leave for work – leaving him alone for the rest of the day, right up until she comes back in the late afternoon. It isn't nearly enough of her for him. He wants more time. He needs more.

But today isn't Saturday. Not yet. It's just a regular Friday, nothing else. One more day of suffering at home, by himself.

Sebastian softly groans to himself, trying to come up with a new idea to keep himself entertained. There are days when he just can't seem to find anything that he would enjoy doing. The days when his mind keeps on straying back to driving race cars, and almost regretting his choice to retire. But only almost. He knows it was the right decision at that very moment. He always wanted to leave the sport when he's still at the top, and who is he kidding? These past seasons he's never had a car capable to win the championship. And anyway, he wanted to spend more time with his wife finally. The only time they have for themselves, just the two of them, are the weekends, and when he was still racing, sometimes those very weekends have been taken away from them just the same. As his mind – mind you, still half asleep as he's just woken up – slowly spins with thoughts, his eyes stray to her sleeping form right next to him.

A beam of early morning sun is sneaking in through the crack in the curtain, casting a glowing, golden orange line on the pillow, leading straight to her face. She's facing him, thankfully, so the light doesn't shine right onto her closed eyelids, waking her up. She's told him so many times to be careful when closing the curtains in the evenings. It's just one of those tiny things she can not stand – waking up to the sun shining in her eyes. 'That's why there's a curtain there in the first place', he can hear the gently scolding tone of her voice in his ears still.

But as the sunlight creeps up onto her laying body, he can't help but notice how it looks just like a halo, as it makes her (y/h/c) strands glow beautifully. She looks like a real life angel – and it's only further proof to what he's already been suspecting. That she's been sent from heaven only to make his life brighter, lovelier, calmer, and in general, more perfect than he ever expected his life to ever be.

He concludes to himself that he just really likes waking up before her as it gives him the chance to watch her sleep looking so peaceful and trouble-less. It must be one of his all time favourite sights. He'll never admit it to her though, he knows well enough that she doesn't like it, when he's watching her sleep. Even when it's in the car on a long journey and they stop at a red light and he turns to find her sleeping soundly by his side. Even when it's in a hotel room that he arrived back late to from a meeting on a Saturday night of a race weekend back when he was still racing. She seems to think she looks ridiculous when sleeping, which eventually led to him having to try his best to keep all his photos of her sleeping a secret.

In the calm silence of the room he can hear all the tiniest of sounds coming from their surroundings – the birds already chirping their morning songs on the other side of the windows, the manual clocks ticking away the precious seconds. Sebastian glances at the clock as his mind registers the sound coming from it, and internally groans with a roll of his eyes as his eyes take in the time. Just five more minutes left before it goes off. He dreads that very moment. The harsh ringing of the alarm breaking the quiet and the peace, ruining everything, ruining these sweet moments he can enjoy without her knowledge.

Out of nowhere a new thought pops in his head. Maybe he could convince her to stay. He has very good ways to do just that. He can be very convincing if he wants to be, and he knows it.

She stirs in her sleep, and his eyes snap back to her face, just in case her eyes flutter open. He loves watching her wake up, even if it means that the dreaded moment came. But no, she just moves until her head rests on his shoulder and her arms over his waist, then lets out a tiny whimper – something that sounds vaguely like his name – and then continues sleeping just as calmly as she's been doing up until then. He got a few more precious minutes.

His hand softly moves to rest on her upper back, unconsciously twirling a strand of her silk-like hair around his fingers. His own eyes close lightly again, enjoying the gentle press of their heads together. If he could, he would stay like this forever.

But then the alarm clock actually goes off, making Sebastian think one or two swear words in his mind as his arm shoots out in the direction of the device to make it silent again, while shifting his head a bit to be able to see his lover better. Her fingers twitch, he can feel it on the skin of his waist, and then her eyes eventually open – just for a second, before they close again, only to repeat the same notion a few times in the following seconds. Her body fights against waking up.

A smile makes its way onto his face, just as her eyelids open for the last time, revealing those sparkling (y/e/c) orbs to him, the ones he could easily get lost in every time she flashes them at him. Her lips lazily curve similarly to his as she takes in the sight of him.

"Morning," her slightly raspy voice fills the air of their bedroom in a whisper.

"Good morning, angel."

"You been awake for long?" she tightens her arm around him for a second, making him press a peck on top of her head in return.

"No, just woke up at the alarm." Small white lies like this never hurt anyone – especially if it means he doesn't have to stop watching her sleep and take pictures of her while doing so.

Then her fingers leave his skin, and he can feel her start moving further from his body. His arm doesn't loosen though, not even a bit, trying to keep her where she's been. "I gotta make my coffee, Seb," she lets out a giggle, feeling his hold remain on her.

"No," comes his simple reply.

"What do you mean, no?" her giggle grows into a somewhat louder chuckle.

"If you have your coffee, you will just leave sooner."

"Darling, I'll have to leave sooner or later, and you know it."

"I don't want you to."

Her body shifts in his arms, resulting in two things. His arms tighten around her torso even more, and her face turns entirely towards him, to be able to gaze into his eyes deeply and comfortably.

"We've been through this, Sebastian, please," she smiles. "I have to go to work."

He pouts, eyes boring into hers with an unspoken plead.

"You're behaving like a baby again."

Her words are familiar to his ears, since not more than two mornings prior they had a conversation almost exactly the same as this one. With a sigh he lets the muscles in his face move back to their natural state, just watching her with adoring eyes. "Okay, I stop. In exchange, can I at least kiss you?

Attentive icy blue orbs snap down towards her lips just as she bites into the bottom one, the cheeky, flirty grin painted on all his features. She nods, and that's all it takes for the man to lean in, capturing her in a breathtaking kiss. He pours all his thoughts and emotions into the action, letting her feel it in the taste of his lips, in the small gasps of air leaving him, in the way his eyelashes brush against her cheek every once in a while.

He's determined.

He wants to make her get lost in the kiss like she did so many times before. To get so lost that she completely forgets where she is, what their previous conversation was about, and most importantly, what time of what day it was. He kisses her to make her think it's already Saturday.

At her still mumbled words, he admits defeat. His kisses didn't work. Not this time. With a sigh audible enough to make her feel just a tiny bit guilty, he lets his arms slacken around her and his upper body to fall down, his back reconnecting with the mattress along with the sound of a soft thud.

With the help of his arms, he presses her warm body tightly into his, entirely engulfing her in his embrace. This is all he ever wants to do.

"Seb," she mumbles against his lips after a few minutes pass by. He pretends not to hear her, just keeps on stealing the oxygen from her lungs, hoping that just these few more moments are going to be enough to get what he wants. "Seb." Her voice comes louder and more certain the second time, as she tenderly forces her hands in-between their upper bodies to apply pressure to his chest, trying to push him off of her. "I really do need to get up."

"Oh, come on, love, don't look so heartbroken. I'll be back at five," she reaches out to caress his cheek before moving her legs from where they were tangled with his all throughout the night. "It's not the end of the world."

"Maybe to you, it isn't," he grumbles, knowing just how childish he sounds right now.

She shakes her head with another giggle, cute and angelic as always, making his heart skip a beat, and all of a sudden he can't help himself, just got to steal another kiss from her lips. He crashes into her with such force that this time it's her back that thuds against the mattress, and a surprised gasp of air leaves her lungs, right into his mouth. She kisses him back with just the same passion still, getting over her surprise in a short moment.

Another few minutes pass in relative silence – only the sounds of their lips moving along each other can be heard.

"Sebastian, you can't make me late," her weak attempt comes once more not to his surprise.

"Says who?" he mumbles back without a skip, not moving the tiniest bit further away from her, instead just pressing his knee right into the space between her legs, technically sticking her to the mattress. Only when he can feel their position being secure is when he lets their lips disconnect, just to be able to properly look into her eyes with a mischievous glint. "I bet I can make what you just said a lie."

"Do you?" she raises an eyebrow, knowing full well that it's enough for him to feel challenged. And when he smells challenge, there's nothing that can stop him or make him back down.

Sebastian nods, his nose brushing against hers in the process. "I'll give you a reason to stay."

And maybe now, just this once, she can call in sick to work.

.::the end::.

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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Babe, i love your page and all your work, it’s true a chef kiss. Shit i don’t know if you will take my request or not but i really need naughty f1!seb x driver!reader.

Well they’re teammates. For him she’s so tempting yet so innocent and beautiful. She is basically in her early 20s (sorry i don’t know if you’re comfortable writing this, but if you're not then it’s fine). And sometimes she gets shy around him because he’s her childhood crush, she’s been a fan of him since she was young doing karting. Most of the drivers took interest in her but she only has eyes for seb, now she wants him. Spending most of their time seeing each other at work, they couldn’t resist the desire anymore. He always fantasized to get her writhing beneath him, worshiping her, corrupt that innocent mind of her, giving her the best pleasure, etc🫠 Finally, yk “that” thing happened. The rest, i give it to the expert, you. I hope you get my point. Love you sm babe💗

thank u v much! love u too <3 sorry it's taken me a while to get to this, but im here now ! :)

sebastian vettel x fem!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; working with your childhood crush is hard. but what's harder is him secretly fantasising about you.

warnings; age gap, sexual fantasies, sexual implications, S M U T 18+, p in v, spitplay, dom!seb, sub!reader, spanking, semi-public sex, masturbation!male

Redbull, a household name. The legacy and glory it established in the early 2010's was something to behold. Sebastian Vettel, their four time world champion, insanely attractive German blonde surfer type that had gotten you into racing.

His face shone, holding up his trophy, frozen in the image that was up on the back of your door. You look up at it, knowing that one day you'll make it with him. He was the birth of your insane crush, as well as your crazy driven work ethic, as you didn't stop racing and pushing till you got to where you are today, in Formula One.

The start of the season; a fresh start for everyone, and you had something to prove with it being your debut. You represented the emerald green, walking into the paddock for the first time as a driver. The nerves were wracking, hands tightly clutching the pass.

It was your first time meeting Sebastian, as he had been busy and not available to attend previous meetings and testing sessions. You were slightly relieved, knowing you'll be awkward around your childhood crush.

"Morning Y/N!" You hear interviewers calling out, trying to grab your attention for some pre-race thoughts.

You wave meekly to them, sporting a small polite smile. You felt your hair flowing briskly behind you, small gold hoops in your ears as you spot your garage, a natural rosy blush tinging your cheeks.

"Well, hello sunshine!" Mike yelled out, grabbing every person's attention in the garage as they turn to you, smiling.

"Morning Mikey." You giggled, feeling eyes on burning on your figure.

You couldn't lie, you were pretty. Pretty beautiful, being offered multiple modelling campaigns, photoshoot opportunities, sponsorships. You took them when you could, having it as a fun little side job, but mainly focusing on racing.

You had received a few cheeky DM's from F2 and F3 drivers when you were also competing with them, but not necessarily feeling interested. Because of a certain blonde? You like to think not.

"Y/N L/N. Pleasure to have you in Aston Martin." You felt a thick German voice speak out from behind you.

You just took the bullet, nervous as you turned around. "Sebastian Vettel. Trust me the pleasure is all mine, I'm honoured to be working with a legend like yourself."

You played it cool, internally thanking yourself for not being weird.

"You okay?" You laughed nervously, seeing that when you turned to face Sebastian, he was taken aback. He looked at you, gazing into your eyes.

As soon as you turned around, it was like a cliché from a movie. The most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on had fallen into his hands, your hair gently flipping back as though you turned in slow motion. Your eyes had a certain twinkle to them, with a smile kinder than a child with some candy.

"Uhm, yeah of course." He shook his head a bit, coming out of his trance.

"Seb, Y/N, you have a panel right now, make your way to the hall for it." Mike shouted from across the garage, pointing out of the door.

"Alright, one sec! I'm just going to put my stuff away." You gave Sebastian a polite smile, walking to put your bag away.

You left him stunned, standing there smiling like an idiot. He ruffled his hand against the back of his head, walking to the panel.

The drivers sat there, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for you to come in so they could start the questions. You were only a couple minutes lately, but the drivers clearly had a thing for punctuality.

You awkwardly walked in, the drivers gaze averting straight to you. Your once loose hair had now been pulled back gently, graciously in a middle parted ponytail.

Whatever sweet and innocent thoughts Sebastian had of you, had disappeared instantly, making eye contact with you. The thought your hair tied up like that, drove him wild.

"Sorry I'm late!" You said sweetly, taking your seat as everyone giggled around you.

The panel continued, a few questions being asked about how you balance modelling and racing, how you feel about being new in the season, etc.

The interviews finally stopped, bringing it to an end. You step off the platform and start making your way to the door, before being stopped by a tap on the shoulder. You turn to be met with the familiar face of an Alpha Tauri driver.

"Y/N, isn't it? You did really well up there." His French voice spoke out, smirking at you.

"Thanks Pierre, trust me I was really nervous." You laughed, making some nice small talk with him.

What you weren't aware of was the blue eyes staring you down from a corner, clearly jealous, yet having limited interaction with you.

"Yeah, my Instagram's there." You pointed it to Pierre, saying a small goodbye as you rushed to the garage.

In the next coming months, you naturally got closer with Sebastian; now calling him Seb. A few scandals here and there about drivers liking you; but you knew who you wanted.

"Okay, now don't get all nervous like you always do. Be bold." You pointed to yourself in the mirror, hyping yourself up to make some risky moves to Seb.

You look around the office and the garage, and he was nowhere to be found. Usually when talking to Seb, he was quite the flirt, but that's his usual personality. Every time the cheeky boy made a little comment you could feel your cheeks burn up, not having the courage to match the energy.

As you were trying to find the supposed cheeky boy, he was having some cheeky time to himself. He was in his driver's room, door unlocked, some lame Netflix show blasting to avoid any of his noises to be let out.

He found himself in the same situation again; slight sweat forming on his forehead, top slightly exposing his abs, overalls bunched at his knees. Pumping his thick cock, vein adorning his length throbbing against his palm, small groans and moans slipping from his lips.

"Scheiße Y/N." He cursed, imaging your ass bouncing on his cock, the image infatuating his mind. He has these fantasies regularly, more than he'd like to admit. Corrupting you beneath him, leaving your ass with red handprints, screaming his name for anyone to hear.

He loved your innocence, how shy you got around him; even though it felt wrong to like someone so much younger than him. He was aware of his feelings, and yet he couldn't help but imagine your tight pussy clenching against his thick cock, leaving you desperate and writhing and cock drunk; Just. For. Him.

As he was pleasuring himself, you were still trying to find him. It soon clicked that he might be in his room. Storming over there, you could hear some loud sitcom deafening you, 'He must be in his room.' you thought.

You knocked loudly, rapping your knuckles against the white door, not hearing a response. You knocked again, waiting for any source of life behind the door.

"Seb, I'm coming in!" You shouted over the sound, opening the door.

Seb thought it was his imagination playing tricks, but he was severely wrong. You opened the door to see Seb fully masturbating on his sofa, opening his eyes to be met with your agape stare.

"Holy shit. I'm so sorry!" You squeezed your eyes shut, running out from the room. You slammed the door behind you, leaning against it as you tried to process what just happened.

Seb was just as shocked as you, immediately turning the show down and pulling his race suit over his.. extremely hard stick.

"Y/N, are you still there?" He bravely spoke out to the door, hearing you hum a faint 'Mhm.'

He opened the door slowly, holding his hand out for you take. Putting your small hand into his larger palm, it almost killed him seeing the size difference; the tent in his suit becoming a lot worse.

"I'm so sorry I walked in; I didn't think that you were doing.. that." You cringed at your own words, as he sat on the sofa, you joining him.

He looked down, smiling, a conniving plan clearly underway. "What would you think if I told you that I was thinking of you whilst doing.. that."

"Huh-" Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of mulberry red, embarrassment painting itself all over your face.

"Would you like that, Schatz?" His deep voice had some kind power behind it, as he looked deep into your eyes.

"You think of me that way?" You gulped gently, feeling clueless to his dirty thoughts.

"Of course, you're beautiful, and you drive me crazy." He tucked some loose hair behind your ear, your lips moving to his like a magnet.

You bit the bullet, feeling his soft lips softly kiss yours. In that moment, Seb couldn't control himself, his strong hands taking your hips, planting you on his lap. His boner was aggressively throbbing, practically begging for attention. You met his needs, slowly grinding against him.

He groaned into your lips, his hand coming down to smack your ass, as you moan loudly into the heated make out session.

"My little Schatzi likes getting her ass smacked?" He said darkly, watching you nod coyly, with a small smile.

You pulled his race suit down, pooling at his feet as his boner smacked up against your stomach, still on his lap. You wriggled out of his grip, putting on a cheeky strip show for him. Pulling your top off, sliding your skirt down; exposing your matching emerald set. You didn't let the fun stop there, turning around for him to see your ass, bending over and slowly pulling your panties off.

His jaw dropped at the sight of your shaved pussy, glistening with wetness, just for him. You turned back, seeing his once blue and bright eyes now dark and full of desire. You stand in front of him, as he pulls your hand onto the sofa, perfectly placed into missionary. He spits on his cock, you watching as he rubs into his leaking precum.

"C'mon, Seb baby put it in me already." You whined, watching as he smirked.

"Someone's a little impatient hm?" He laughed a bit, still in shock at his many restless nights coming true all in the span of a few minutes.

He slapped his cock against your entrance, pushing his tip into your tight hole, equalling in you both moaning.

"Scheiße; you're so fucking tight." He grunted, pushing his thick cock further in.

You pulled him closer towards you, kissing his full lips as a sense of comfort compared to his cock shattering your world.

"Faster." You breathily moaned out, feeling Seb's hands flip you around onto all fours swiftly.

He smacked your ass, beginning to pummel into you from behind, immediately hitting such spots you never knew existed. You bit your lip, feeling the metallic edge as you try to contain your moans.

"Such a good girl; taking me so well." He praises, gathering your hair as he pulls you up.

"Open." He commands, spitting in your mouth as you fall back down onto your hands, his pace never slowing.

"Fuck, Seb please don't stop." Pathetically begging, the sound of his hips snapping against your ass making you even wetter.

He didn't even care if people heard - in his opinion it made it all the better. He could feel your cunt pulsate around his cock, making him hit deeper.

"Please- I'm going to cum-" You could barely finish your sentence, legs shaking as you felt a tight knot explode; the biggest orgasm you've ever had.

He smacked your ass, never letting his pace weaken, letting you ride out your high.

Gasping for breath, you could feel his strokes become sloppy, you quickly pulled off his dick. Getting onto your knees straight away, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out playfully.

"Oh verdammt, you look so pretty like that." He gasped out, letting his white cum paint your tongue and sides of your lips.

You licked his cum up straight away, lips making a smacking noise from your finger. The tiredness hit you both straight away, collapsing on top of each other, snuggling in the post-sex haze.

"And here I thought you were an innocent angel, in reality you're one kinky girl." He laughed, watching you blush and become shy again even though you just had filthy sex.

The next couple months contained a shit ton of sex in a shit ton of different places before deciding to go public, taking the media by storm.

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shaarlslec · 2 years

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when we were young

follow-up, part 2 here lovelies

words: 4990

warnings/notes: heart-breaking stuff, angst, fluff, pregnancy, talks about having children, wanted celebrate 500+ followers (thank you from the bottom of my little heart ❤️🤍😭) and thought: write a short husband!vettel but make it angst (i will redeem myself in the future i promise);

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songs i've listened to while writing this: new west - those eyes, the rare occasions - notion, harry styles - love of my life, stephen sanchez - until I found you; matt maltese - as the world caves in;

Where you and Sebastian are co-parenting your sixteen-year-old daughter after your divorce and she comes home one evening telling you all about her little high-school crush, making you two go back twenty-five years ago when you two met for the first time.

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“No, most definitely not.” Sebastian demanded, angeringly so cutting the steak across the table while not daring to look into yours or your daughter’s eyes, “I am not letting some random boy taking you to the movies.” He then spoke after a short breath, still nervously so chewing on a piece of the food you made for your weekly Saturday dinner together.

Exchanging an amused short glance with your child, you let out a short giggle to escape from in between your lips making her laugh too as both of you were aware that she will get whatever she pleaded from her father no matter how much Sebastian pretended to oppose at first after sweetening him with puppy eyes look and imploring words.

“Dad, please let me go to the movie next weekend and I will never in my whole life beg you of something else!” Anne, your daughter, pleaded with one of her hands at her chest as she tilted her head into her father’s direction with soft widened blue eyes that you were so foolish jealous of being inhered from Sebastian rather than from you.

Anne Vettel was a blueprint of Sebastian Vettel from head to toes although you were the one to carry her for nine whole months, the major thing that you insufflated to Anne was the hot-boiled never-giving-up attitude when there was something to be attained in all matters of life. That, plus the puppy begging eyes were Sebastian’s biggest weakness and you knew how the outcome of Anne pleading would go right before it has started. She will go to the movies; whatever Sebastian liked the idea or not.

“Don’t you laugh.” Your ex-husband warned you as your chuckle filled the space in between your seats, pointing his now empty fork in your direction while looking at Anne trying to resist not caving into his daughter’s sweet tone, “And don’t encourage her in this type of a behavior – she is too young to be dating boys.” Sebastian uttered, glaring at the fork’s tips now away from Anne’s pleads.

You let out a short sigh as you leaned back into your chair glaring at him, you knew that Sebastian never dared to look you in the eyes for the very first three seconds before he calms down when he was nervous or anxious about something, literally anything.

It happened when you two met for the very first time back in high school, when you kissed for the first time in front of your house back then, when you introduced him to your parents after six months of you dating, when he introduces you to his not long after, before any of his important races or after winning any of his four championships, before Anne was born or when she lost her first baby tooth and quite literally any major moment of Anne’s life in the past sixteen years, and also when you told him you want a divorce three years ago.

You were waiting for those three little seconds to be finished, and that was when Sebastian looked at you across the table with worried big eyes regarding your daughter’s safety not being sure what to say next not to upset her and searching for answers from the one that he trusted with his life – you.

“Anne just told you that it is not a date, and that they are going with a group of friends to see a movie, and I see no problem in that.” You answered, taking your daughter's hand to softly squeeze in yours, “Your dad is going to take you to the cinema, and then pick you up when the movie is finished, though.” You firmly added, searching for Sebastian’s agreement that came right away in a short nod of head, “Just to give him a piece of mind.” You continued, throwing a short wink into your daughter’s direction.

Sebastian was fuming still, and yet he continued to inquire Anne about that boy she liked that will tag along with the mentioned group of friends. You two found out that he was in the same class as Anne, and that he picked flowers from the high-school garden to hide in her locker with a note saying that she is the smartest girl in the school, and especially that he is the cutest boy in school but he does not talk that much although he made a habit of saying “hello” to her every single time she choose to stay next to him during Chemistry.

“I promise you dad,” Anne spoke with both hands on her heart now as she was giving the speech about how great of a guy her crush was, “He is a good guy, and I enjoy talking with him about even homework!” She pleaded, the child’s chest lifting in a heavy sigh, “He has not been explicit in saying that he likes me back, but I think he does.” She then uttered in an earnest tone with high-hopes flickering within her eyes, “I hope he does, cause I do like him a lot!” Anne spoke, and you could see Sebastian’s expressions soften a little as your daughter spoke, “Mom, how did you know that dad liked you?” She bluntly then asked, her glare switching in between you and Sebastian, “I mean I know the story,” Anne paused to emphasize, rolling her eyes remembering the many times either you or Sebastian told her about the times where you were young and in love back in the days, “But how were you sure?” Anne questioned, all eyes in the room attentive on you now.

You exchanged one of your typical glares with Sebastian, and then there was a silence spread across the table for a couple of seconds before you spoke. Thinking about the times when you and Sebastian were together-together as often as they were, still managed to shake you both so after the split happened. And yet, you had to tell Anne how healthy love looks like, and how it feels like. It was your duty to guide her in finding what you and Sebastian had, and in some ways or another still have. You both were privileged enough to find the right person to date, and then to marry, and then to have a beautiful child with right from the start, being by Sebastian’s side more than half of your life sheltered you from countless heartbreaks as you often heard people going through their twenties and even thirties, and you wanted that for Anne too: a good old-fashioned type of love.

“I just knew.” You answered while looking at him with what seemed to turn into watery eyes from both of your sides, “When somebody likes you for real, you will know.” You softly spoke, “You will not question it for long, and you will feel it inside of your chest like a wave of energy floating.” You continued with a bittersweet smile of which you managed to hide the bitterness for Anne while Sebastian felt it within his now even heavier aching chest, “When it is right, I can assure you that you will know.” You added, getting back at your steak as Sebastian was not touching his anymore.

Anne went back to her room not shortly after the dinner was finished, and your ex-husband stayed to help with all the dishes and the cleaning as an excuse of discussing the main topic at the dinner privately with you.

“Do you think I was too harsh with Anne?” Sebastian asked, cleaning the plates you handed to him after washing them, “I do think she is too young to be meeting boys, but then again it she it is just the movies.” He spoke, chest lifting in a loud sigh that made you chuckle once again.

You gave him a side look, “Seb, being “too harsh” with Anne does not exist in your vocabulary.” You answered being focused on the plates still, “You and I both know that she can play you with some sweet little words – I am the one that has been “too harsh” with her all the time.” You continued, remembering in flashes the few times when Anne smashed the door of her room after your mother-daughter arguments – not letting her go to sleep-overs, not buying her that new iPhone everyone has, not letting her to stay up at late talking over phone with friends, and telling her that you and her father were splitting up.

“You were not.” Sebastian firmly spoke, touching one of your shoulders in order to give you comfort, “You are nothing but the best mother that exists.” He then added, gently squeezing your shoulder for you to smile, “I – however.” Sebastian then paused, “I have no idea how to navigate this brand-new world where our daughter wants to date boys!” Sebastian added, his hand helplessly so hanging around his body as he let go of you.

You felt him still being nervous next to you, the talk you three had back in the dining room was not enough to calm him down. You stopped the tap, and fully turned towards your ex-husband waiting for him to glare at you back which Sebastian did exactly three seconds after you gave him those eyes of yours that encouraged him to watch you back accompanied by a warm smile and a clasp of hands.

“I have no idea too.” You vulnerably spoke, your fingers gently caressing the back of Sebastian’s hand, “I think we should let her experience for now, support her decisions on regarding whenever she wants to date, and give her pieces of advice when needed.” You added as you felt Sebastian’s grip getting tighter around your fingers, “You know that I do not agree with controlling her – that will only make her get away from us faster.” You added, thinking about the future when Anne will have no choice but depart from you and Sebastian as she grows older and built her own life with you not being the main two characters she sees each day, “Look, you gave her countless examples of how a man should act and behave around women, I think she learned a few good things or two.” You teased as you let go of Sebastian’s hand, him being this close to you managing to somehow still shake you whole, “We will figure this out together, Sebastian.” You determinately spoke, getting back at the dishes now while your ex-husband’s eyes were all on you and your worried self.

Sebastian had always been amazed on how easy you made having control over your emotions from other people’s eyes while you were going through the most unimaginable feelings possible – and especially in front of Anne. You were not fooling Sebastian though, and you had never fooled him before in any matter whatsoever. You were as worried as Sebastian was about the whole Anne-dating-someone thing, and there was something in the shake of your voice that convince Sebastian that he was right back at the dinner table when you tamed that aching heart of yours while speaking about the good old times when you were Anne’s age.

“A wave of energy floating, huh?” Sebastian asked, leaning now on the counter with both hands wrapped around the man’s chest as he was watching down at you hardly managing to get a stain from one of the plates, “I have never heard you describing it like that before, are you working on one of your new novels?” Your ex-husband teased, taking the dish from your hands to make things easier for you knowing how much you hate stubborn stains on your favorited crystal white dishes that you got for Christmas eight years ago.

You chuckled at Seb’s gesture, and it was now your turn to rest on the counter watching him struggle with cleaning, “I have not written a page in the last six months.” You confessed to him, being awhile since you two talked about your writing career, “I guess being single for this long can cause that to a romance novel author.” You joked as you cracked a fake laugh, watching Seb’s little smile sprung on his face.

It was meaningless to say that Sebastian was your source of inspiration for your novels, and since he was not playing that much of a role into your romantic life aside from Saturday dinners and decisions about your teenager daughter’ life, you were going through a writer’s block for quite some time now.

Watching Sebastian, you bit your lip without him noticing.

Your very first novel that got your name out on the market as an author was written five years after meeting him, and you poured all your love for him within the pages of the book – none of your other works ever meant to you as much as the first one.

Twenty years later you were still aside your muse in your kitchen as you did back then, and yet you were now not sleeping in the same bed and dreaming about what future had to hold for the both of you while listening to those jazz tunes that Sebastian adored back in your college dorm room.

“You will find a way; you always do darling.” Sebastian declared, putting the plate aside and resting his hip on the kitchen’s counter too to take both of your hands into his for a minute of silenced comfort as you looked at each other in dimmed kitchen lights.

“Was that how it really felt back then?” Sebastian questioned with an inquiring look after you two exchanged a shy teenager-like smile, “Or were you just pleasing our daughter?” Your ex-husband then added with both eyebrows arched up, as if he was not enough pleased in already knowing that you were telling the truth in front of Anne.

You chuckled, “As if you do not already know the answer to that.” You spoke, not giving him the satisfaction of you repeating yourself but caving in after a short title of head from Sebastian.

“That was exactly how it felt, Vettel.” You teased, getting your hands out from him as it shortly yet surely became unbearable for them to be clasped while memories and feelings rushed back making room into your troubled minds and damaged hearts.

A wave of energy floating – that was Sebastian to you when you were Anne’s age.

somewhere in the past

You met your ex-husband in high-school, and just as your daughter spoke about that little crush of hers, you too were having one on the sweetest quietest boy in school.

You were friends for most of the time spent in high-school, aside from that one little stolen kiss when you were seventeen and he walked with you back to your home although Sebastian was living far across the city – he just wanted to walk you home, and to spend as much time possible as you knowing that school was about to end, and that he will have to go harder on racing since there was no school to occupy his time while you got to have your fun writing short stories and poetry at home not being forced to go to school anymore.

“We are here.” You uttered, nervously snapping your fingers as you kept your hands clasped at your back, “Thank you for walking me home, Vettel.” You added, using the name that everybody at school used for him just to tease him a little, knowing that Sebastian adored how your accent seemed to always mispronounce his last name in the most twisted cutest way he had ever heard someone speaking German.

“Thank you for letting me do so.” Sebastian shyly muttered while scratching the back of his neck, “I think that’s it, see you in three months.” He hesitantly added, noticing your hand reaching for the doorknob and knowing right after the words were spoken that that was not the way in which he wanted to say goodbye, “Wait,” Sebastian then paused to take a full fresh breath of air in while looking above your shoulder for three whole seconds, making you question why was it so hard for him to look you in the eyes – not knowing that this habit of his will make you realize from then one every single moment in which he will need your look to calm him down and bring him back to earth.

“Are you alright, Seb?” You then asked, trying to get a catch of the teenager's glare back on yours.

“I am not.” Sebastian then declared, “Three whole months without seeing you means torture.” Sebastian bluntly declared, glare now on yours as one of the man’s hands wrapped around your waist snatching your hand from the doorknob.

“Something to remember me by, I think.” Sebastian nervously spoke, pulling you closer to his body by snatching your wrist and placing his lips on yours.

That right there.

The first very time when you both felt the energy you were talking about more than twenty-years later in the future – a wave of energy floating within your teenager chest engulfing both you and Sebastian whole.

Smiling into your kiss, you caved in completely by wrapping both of your arms around Sebastian’s shoulders and neck as he wrapped his around your waist, detaching completely from your wrist to hold you dearly next to him.

“Definitely will remember this.” You breathlessly muttered close to Sebastian’s mouth as you departed your lips few inches from him, “Three months are not that long, I think we can make it.” You teased, gluing your lips back on Sebastian’s after uttering the words to him, feeling his shoulders relaxing underneath your touch.

You did in fact made it – the thing was that after summer-break Sebastian was not returning to school. The summer during which Sebastian turned seventeen was huge for the young racing driver as he got even more sponsors to support him.

Focusing on his racing career, Sebastian was home-schooled from then on, and you two had little to no encounters after your first kiss and yet there was this unspoken alliance that you two made – somehow you will find your ways back to each other.

You started dating for real when you were both twenty, right when he got his seat into Formula 1, and you started college away from your hometown.

In between races, and you attending literature and creative writing courses, you found time and space to become best friends first, and then lovers both knowing that that was just the beginning of a beautifully written novel.

“I wrote you a poem.” You shyly spoke, watching Sebastian inspecting your college dorm the very first time he visited, “It does not have any rhyme, and this is my first try – so don’t be that much of a critic.” You giggled, taking his hand into yours to sit both on your bed as you took a deep breath in searching for the notes in your backpack.

“I cannot promise you that, you know that I am a very analytic person and I—” Sebastian paused, watching your trembling hands on the sheet of paper understanding then how much of an important moment was that to you as you have never let anyone else hear or read your works aside from your teachers, “I am sure I will love it.” He then spoke, placing a soft kiss on the temple of your forehead so you can ease the anxious feeling going in the back of your mind.

You took another short breath in as you started to recite the first lines of your little poem that said:

when there is no spoken word,

but just tender touches, forehead kisses

warm smiles and beating hearts

shared in between giggles and laughs,

started by shy stolen glances

when the arm crushes the waist,

and the fingers touch the neck,

the chest lifts in a sigh,

pleading for more with every beat of the heart,

and with every shortened breath

when the soul carries the thoughts,

up on a hill and lies them down,

for the mind to follow the path,

letting go of the burden

heavily pressing down the shoulders,

when all the pain lifts from the chest,

and comfort outs the numbness

the joy takes the place,

and the time stands still,

for a glimpse of a moment

That was what love felt to you for the first time in your young-adult life, that was what Sebastian thought you since the very first time you kissed back at seventeen having no idea how much you would teach each other in the decades to come.

You nervously ended with a shortened breath, “I do not know how to end it, though.” You spoke, looking at a very admiring Sebastian glaring at you back with widened blue eyes, “Does it sound too cheesy?” You had asked him, searching for answers.

“That is when you know you are falling in love.” He softly spoke, placing an endearing kiss on the top of your shaky lips, “I am not as much of a writer like you, but I think that is when you know.” He then chuckled, watching your hands wrapped still on the piece of paper that he took now in his hands, “Can I have this?” He then spoke, “I need to brag about my girlfriend writing cheesy poems for me when you will be huge as a writer, darling.” He then chuckled, gesticulating with a tilt of head that he was mocking you and that in fact it did not sound cheesy at all.

You laughed, “Let’s hope you are right – and yes, you can have it.” You added, handing him the piece of paper.

Sebastian received many poems after that, and many signed copies of your books year later when they got published.

And yes, Sebastian loved to brag every single time that they were all about him and your relationship, even the most heart-breaking lines written were about him.

You lived the kind of love that you wrote about, and that you had read about before. Long-lasting, warm and loving.

Falling in love while becoming best friends was everything you wished to happen to Anne too, both of you were thinking about looking into each other’s eyes back in the kitchen as you were thinking about all the moments when that wave of energy floated through your whole entire bodies – one of those many moments were represented by Sebastian asking you to marry him five years later you wrote him that poem.

Sebastian asked you to marry him when you were both twenty-five and although for many it seemed too early and rushed, for you and him was just the right timing.

The proposal was done in one random morning of autumn back at your now shared apartment, even though Sebastian had it all planed before-hand with a dinner reservation at your favorited restaurant and all that. You changed his mind that morning, asking him one simple question, “How do you think I would look pregnant?” You inquired, staring at your belly as you purposely bloated your stomach, “Still hot, right?” You chuckled, caressing your fake pregnant tummy.

“The hottest.” Sebastian was short in answering with a laugh, “You changed your mind?” He curiously inquired placing one of his hands on your fake pregnant belly, “You told me not so long ago that you are not very keen on the idea of having children.” Sebastian uttered, and you could not see anything else in the room but just the man’s wide smile sprung on his face – all he had ever wanted in life was to be a father.

You chuckled, your belly going back to normal as one of your hands cupped Sebastian in between your fingers, “Only if they are yours, Vettel.” You then answered, your other hand making its way to lay on one of his cheeks in order to pull him for a pressed yet unharmful morning kiss.

Sebastian swiftly got on top of you, breaking the kiss just to utter the following words, “Then, let’s make one now.” He then chuckled, his hand hurryingly so going underneath the sheet that was covering your already almost naked bodies.

You giggled back, “Hold your horses, mister.” You then spoke, gripping his wrist to pull the hand back from the sheets, “We need to flight for Singapore today.” You added looking at the clock on the nightstand that was ticking faster than usual, as if the object knew that you were already late, “Win this championship, and we will try.” You teased, knowing how tensed Sebastian has been in the last couple of weeks gathering points to win his third championship with Red Bull.

Sebastian’s eyes slightly rolled, “Ok then,” He then spoke, quickly getting out the bed and rushing to the place far behind his own little personal drawer where he has hidden the engagement ring, “You are not the only one to put conditions, miss.” He added, getting back into the bed with both of his hands back at his back, watching you curiously analyzing him, “Marry me, and we will try.” He spoke, reveling the black velvet books at his back while looking nowhere else but at you, and only you.

You nodded without saying any other word besides “yes, fucking yes”, realizing that this was the very first time when Sebastian was nervous about something and managed to lock your eyes with his without those three seconds existing – because he knew what your answer will be, and there was nothing to be anxious anymore about.

You ended up being late for your flight that morning, of course. You laid in bed thinking about baby names, and about the future home that Sebastian has already promised you to build somewhere in the mountains, and about anything and everything that implied raising a child and whatnot. By doing so, you had no other choice but to race one another in the airport to catch the final minutes of boarding in the plane, as everyone for the team was waiting for you two to show up being anxious that you might as well completely miss the plane.

“This is so not fair!” You yelled from way back at Sebastian, “How are you so fast on your feet too?!” You breathlessly inquired trying to catch your now future husband from behind watching him running backwards so Sebastian could only tease you more.

“Two times World Champion, baby!” Sebastian mocked with a laugh, shouting back at you very much for your audience to confusingly look at two grown-up ass people racing in the middle of the airport.

Seventeen years had passed since that very first moment, Anne was born and now wanted to date, and you gave Sebastian the family he had always desired for which he build the most astonishing home hid in between the threes. But then again, nothing lasts forever and the memories that you two had was all that reminded somewhere locked in the back of your minds and sorrowful chests.

Reality kicked in with age and time, and as much as you would have wanted to remain the lovebirds that you were at seventeen, twenty and twenty-five, Sebastian wanted to race still, while you were at home all the time within your own little troubled writer head while trying to be a good example of a mother for a teenager without Sebastian’s presence most of the times – and things went downhill once your husband decided to stay in Formula 1 for as much as possible, having the hopes of winning championships in shitty cars and even more shitty teams, while you needed him home.

present

You were now thinking about the same memories three years later after your split, both thinking about all the things that you could have mended for your relationship – no matter how harsh it has become after twenty-five years of being together. People do break up and split all the time, and yet neither you nor Sebastian would have ever thought that that moment will come when you were running to catch that plane after what was a promising discussing about what future held for both of you.

“That is exactly how it felt for me too, Y/N.” Sebastian then replied, “A wave of energy floating.” He smiled, stretching his arms ahead as he knew that you were needing a warm familiar embrace too after the talk at the dinner table and every memory that followed, “Come here love, for the good old time’s sake.” Your ex-husband replied, and you followed suit making yourself the usual room at the man’s chest while your hands wrapped around his waist so his could firmly stroke your back while taking your whole scent in.

You were both on verge of crying, and yet hearing’s Anne steps from downstairs made the cries turn into soft sobs. You reminded hugged still as Anne stopped at the kitchen’s entrance being pleasured in surprising her parents that close after years of you and Sebastian not showing any physical affection in front of her not to get her hopes of you two getting back together even higher than they already were. You were not ready to let go yet, and so was Anne of her hopes that you two were getting back together.

Somewhere in the back of your minds, right then and there – the possibility of that happening grew, and as you welcomed your daughter into the embrace quickly after she made her first steps into the room, there was no doubt that the type of love books are written about was still there flickering in the warmness of your hug.

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gridgirldrabbles · 2 years

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What time each driver would be into doing the deed? Are they a morning sex guy, night time, 1pm middle of the day broad daylight kinda guy?😂

daniel - morning sex, always. of course he’d never say no if you wanted to have sex at other times but he always had the most energy in the morning, and was therefore at his horniest. would wake you up with his hands groping your tits as he left sloppy kisses down the side of your neck.

charles - evening sex. he was so busy from the moment he woke up until he got home for dinner that he didn’t have much of an option. as soon as he got home his hands would be all over you, wanting to make up for the time you had missed during the day. it wouldn’t be uncommon for you to end up laying on the kitchen counter with his tongue swiping between your folds in the middle of making dinner.

pierre - let’s be honest, any time of the day. he would be happy to wake you up with his head between your legs, or blow your back out before cuddling to sleep. his favourite would definitely be at sunset on his balcony in Milan though, the gold or the sun making everything seem even more special.

lando - middle of the afternoon, broad daylight vibes. his mornings would be so busy that he wouldn’t have much time to have sex or even cuddle for long. when he had his breaks in the afternoon he would be glued to your side. it didn’t really matter where you were, he would happily fuck you wherever as long as he got to fuck you.

mick - morning sex 100%. he would be the absolute sweetest about it as well, waking you up super softly with the sweetest kisses. most of the time he wasn’t waking you up because he wanted to have sex, but the kisses would get longer and more passionate and he would end up with you sat on his face before he’d even put a foot out of bed.

carlos - afternoon sex for days, especially when you were at home in spain with him. having sex by the side of the pool in the afternoon sun, a thin sheen of sweat covering you both as you made love on one of the sun loungers. if not next to the pool then on the balcony, in the shower, it didn’t really matter, as long as he got to be inside you. there was just something about you in the afternoon sun that got him going.

seb - bed time sex. like everyone else, he was insanely busy during the day so it wasn’t until the evenings when you would be able to spend your time together. when you were cuddling in bed it would just escalate to having sweet, romantic sex before you eventually drifted off to sleep.

max - morning sex. but like, super early morning sex. his alarm always went off ridiculously early and he would feel bad about the fact that it woke you up as well, so he would make sure he made it up to you by making sure you were satisfied at least a couple of times before he left for training.

#dr3 #cl16 #pg10 #ln4 #ms47 #cs55 #sv5 #mv1 #Daniel ricciardo drabble #Charles leclerc drabble #pierre gasly drabble #lando Norris drabble #mick schumacher drabble #carlos sainz drabble #sebastian Vettel drabble #max verstappen drabble #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 drabble

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mickcedesamgf1 · 2 years

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hold on (heaven is a place not too far away) – sebastian vettel

AN: hello to my eight followers :D justin bieber is apparently really popular with my work, because 'hold on' (amongst many others from the same album) are on the official playlist of my workplace, which is the same Every Day. so finally, after working for a Month, the song is stuck enough in my head to want me try write again after my last writing attempt was literally five years ago.

as a relatively new f1 girlie i hope you take my characterizations and interpretations of relationships with a grain of salt (or just directly see it as an au if that works better for you).

definitely not beta read & this is the first time ive written since 2017 & english is not my first language so pls bare with me CTFVZGBHUNJ

so much stupid blah from me again, sorry. anyway, here you have my take on a seb retirement fic because i will miss him sm lol

warnings: angst???? will make you miss seb?

Yes, starting his career in Formula One, Sebastian had known somewhere deep in his brain, that this path would not last as long as some others. Whereas his old schoolmates would work until their sixties, sports were cruel, fast-paced and demanding, resulting in insane amounts of physical and psychological strain that would eventually get too much to bear, too big of sacrifices to make.

But when you are young and starry-eyed, the idea and taste of success were your priorities, were what kept you going and what kept you challenge yourself to leave your comfort zone, pushing yourself to new limits and creating new boundaries. There is no time to worry about your future when all you could focus on are success, success and success. The goal of being successful is what drives you, makes you; success is the air that you breath – until one day, you wake up and realize that your tunnel vision focused on success made you ignore and neglect so much of what makes life actually worth living.

One day, you wake up and realize how much you're missing out on. How maybe, just maybe, your glory days are part of the past now and not something awaiting you in the future. And then you realize that it's all okay because at least you got to experience success and let yourself bathe in the feeling, that you should be grateful for what memories you hold and just... move on.

At 35 years old, Sebastian Vettel realizes he may have been all over the world but never really truly seen much of it due to the strict schedules and plans of the Formula One world. He realizes that while for success, not seeing his family was a price he paid diligently in the past, it does not mean that he wants to continue this way.

He realizes that while his past success had been, is and will always be part of his Formula One journey, it is a separate entity next to his love for Formula One and the people he has the pleasure of meeting through it.

So while Seb knows that the right thing to do is moving on from his hunger for more success on the grid, that he still has so much more to explore, he still knows that his love for Formula One and the connections to people that formed due to it are things he will definitely hold on to.

Daniel, Jenson and especially Lewis are part of a long journey of discovering who he is as a person – high highs, low lows and all the weird in-between phases that are part of Seb's past are also woven into the lives of these three men after more than a decade spent together, no matter how close they are at the moment. They had been there at some of the most crucial moments that still shape Seb to this day, and Seb wants to believe that this is the same for them.

Choosing to retire had been a hard decision to make, but Seb had known that the sport would be in good hands, regardless. Daniel and Lewis are still there and Jenson pops up more than just occasionally – Seb thinks that maybe he could get to love the life at the circuit but off the paddock, too.

Not to mention the future of racing – Charles and Mick, especially. Stepping out to give a young talent the same change he had been given years ago just feels like the right thing to do. Maybe the time he spends with them from now on will look a little different, but he will always be there for them regardless, cheering them on as they, too, get to enjoy the sweet taste of victory, a mixture of champagne, tears and sweat that Seb thinks he will miss but not crave anymore.

Yeah, for now, he may be moving on from the racing life – but he plans on holding on to the sport and the incredible people participating in it a little longer. For now, he plans on moving out of the limelight and show his friends the love they deserve to feel, show them the support he knows every winner needs. Because he knows that winning is only truly worth it when you have people you can share it with unconditionally, people who stick with you even when you hit the lows and lift you up regardless.

#danke seb #sebastian vettel #sv5 #sebastian vettel oneshot #sebastian vettel drabble #sebastian vettel blurb #idk how to tag this lmfao

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pucksandpower · 9 months

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Grid Kids

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: your adopted family may be chaotic but you wouldn’t change it for the world

Series Masterlist

Max Verstappen: Jailhouse Rock

It’s an ungodly hour of the morning when your phone rings. You groan, fumbling blindly on the nightstand to silence the offender. The name glowing on the screen gives you pause: Max Verstappen.

“Seb,” you mumble, nudging your husband awake. “Max is calling. It’s 3 am.”

Sebastian grumbles something unintelligible, face squished into the pillow next to you.

“You take it,” you insist, poking him again, “I spent three hours on the phone with Lewis last night promising him that Roscoe doesn’t hate him for being left at home this weekend.”

Reluctantly, Sebastian sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He swipes to answer, his groggy voice filling the silent room. “Max, do you know what time it is?”

You hear a hurried explanation from Max’s end, something about a go-kart race, a party, and a tiny misunderstanding with local law enforcement. Your husband’s face becomes more incredulous with every word.

“Wait, you’re where?”

***

Ten minutes later, you find yourselves at the police station, bleary-eyed but amused. Max is sat behind bars, a sheepish look on his face.

“I promise, it wasn’t my fault,” he insists, blue eyes pleading.

You both manage to suppress your laughter. After signing a few papers, Max is free but the smug grin on Sebastian’s face tells you that he’s not going to let him off that easy.

“So, this is our life now?” you whisper to Sebastian, wrapping your arm around his. “Running a day care for unruly F1 drivers.”

He chuckles, giving you a light kiss on the forehead. “I think we make a pretty good team.”

Charles Leclerc: Open the Floodgates

It’s a stormy evening when your phone buzzes again. This time, it’s a text message from Charles Leclerc: Hey, can I crash at yours? My flat’s kind of … flooded.

Sebastian, reading over your shoulder, raises an eyebrow. “Flooded?”

Before you can respond, a photo arrives — Charles’ living room, a sea of murky water with floating furniture: Okay, maybe more than just kind of.

You look at each other, suppressing laughter. “Guess we’re running a bed & breakfast now too,” you comment, already texting Charles back: Come over. Bring a mop.

***

Not an hour later, there’s a knock at your door. Charles, drenched from head to toe, stands at your doorstep, carrying what appears to be a plant pot with a small, equally wet cactus.

“I saved the cactus,” he says, looking as pitiful as a drowned rat, albeit a very cute one. He offers a half-hearted shrug, “I didn’t want it to drown.”

Sebastian bursts out laughing, his contagious mirth echoing around the hall. You can’t help but join in, hugging your sides in an attempt to remain composed.

“Well, come in. We can’t have you and the cactus catching a cold.”

***

Over the next few days, you quickly adapt to the unexpected housemate situation. Charles proves to be a surprisingly tidy guest, always washing his dishes and even cooking dinner one night (although you had to discreetly order pizza after trying his special lasagna).

In the evenings, the three of you curl up on the sofa with Sebastian’s old race replays, laughing and teasing each other. And every night, before he goes to his bed in the guest room, Charles says goodnight to his cactus — the newest member of your eccentric family.

Lance Stroll: The Cat-astrophe

A week later, you get a frantic call from Lance Stroll. “Guys, I found this cat,” he says, panting heavily, “It was all alone in the alley and I couldn't just leave it there.”

The line goes silent for a moment before Lance coughs then sneezes loudly. “Uh, guys, I think I might be allergic ...”

***

When Lance arrives, the culprit — a tiny, scruffy looking kitten — is perched on his shoulder while Lance himself is a picture of misery: puffy eyes, runny nose, and all.

Between his sneezes, Lance pleads, “Can you please keep her until I figure out what to do? I can’t just abandon her.”

You glance at Sebastian, who looks at the tiny furball with a mixture of amusement and concern. He’s been a dog person all his life but how can you say no to those pleading green eyes?

And so, your home expands to accommodate another kid — this time, a four-legged one.

***

The next few days are full of chaos. The kitten — whom Lance named Speedy — turns out to be an agent of destruction, knocking over everything in her path and giving Charles’ cactus a few worrying near misses.

You try to give Lance advice on finding a new home for Speedy while dealing with cat-proofing your own. But, during the ensuing pandemonium, you can’t help but laugh.

George Russell: The Shrunken Sweater Saga

One sunny afternoon, George Russell bursts through the door, a panicked expression on his face. “Guys, something terrible happened!”

Sebastian and you exchange a concerned look, jumping up from where you were cuddled on the couch. “What is it, George?”

He holds up a shrunken cashmere sweater, once a luxurious wardrobe piece, now resembling something only a toy poodle could wear. “I accidentally put all my sweaters in the washing machine! They’ve shrunk!”

As the reality of the situation sinks in, you can’t help but chuckle. “George, you do know cashmere isn’t machine-washable, right?”

“I thought they were!” he laments, looking at his miniature sweater in disbelief.

Sebastian claps a hand on George’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, mate. We’ll figure this out.”

***

Over the next few days, you and Sebastian embark on a quest to save George’s beloved cashmere sweaters. Armed with online tutorials and gallons of fabric softener, you attempt various rescue techniques.

Some of the sweaters regain a semblance of their former glory while others are beyond saving. You present George with a colorful assortment of shrunken clothing which he accepts with an embarrassed grin.

***

A sudden thought strikes you and you can’t help but giggle. Holding up a particularly tiny sweater, you call out to Speedy.

“Look, Speedy! It’s your size!” you exclaim as you gently dress her in the shrunken garment. It fits her perfectly, making her look like the most stylish cat on the block.

The sight of Speedy strutting around in a cashmere sweater breaks all of you into laughter. Even George can’t help but chuckle, despite his heartbreaking loss.

***

In the following days, Speedy parades around the house, flaunting her new wardrobe. George’s shrunken sweaters have found a new purpose, and despite the initial panic, everything worked out in the end.

“This is the most high-fashion cat I’ve ever seen,” Sebastian comments one day, watching Speedy strut her stuff on the living room rug. “She should be on a runway.”

George, watching his beloved sweaters being put to good use, grins. “I think they look better on her than they did on me.”

Speedy watches you with a lazy stare, now comfortably nestled in her new family’s hearts (and cashmere sweaters).

Lando Norris: Call the Milk Man

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon when the doorbell rings, jolting you out of your peaceful nap. Groggily, you stumble towards the door, pulling it open to reveal a sheepish-looking Lando Norris.

“Hi, I was just wondering,” he starts, shifting nervously from foot to foot, “Do you have some milk I could borrow? I ran out and the shops are closed.”

Suppressing a smile, you nod, motioning for him to wait while you go fetch the milk.

***

When you hand Lando the milk, he seems relieved. But then, he looks at the container quizzically. “Why is it in a glass bottle? Don’t you use cartons?”

Your laughter fills the hallway as you explain your household’s eco-friendly policy. Lando listens attentively, his previous discomfort replaced with genuine curiosity. You can tell he’s taking mental notes.

***

Over the next few weeks, Lando pops by more frequently. Sometimes he borrows more milk, other times he just wants to chat about sustainability, an interest sparked during his first milk visit.

One day, he arrives at your doorstep with a broad grin and a glass bottle in hand. “Look, I’ve switched to glass milk bottles too!”

Sebastian will be proud.

Mick Schumacher: Comfort in Company

One evening, you find Mick Schumacher sitting alone in your backyard, gazing at the stars. His usually cheerful face is thoughtful, his eyes a little glossy.

“Mick, everything alright?” you ask, settling down next to him on the grass.

He looks at you then at the stars again. “I just ... I miss my dad, you know?”

The silence hangs in the air, thick with emotions. You reach out, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay to miss him. You don’t have to hide it. Especially not here with us.”

He nods, wiping his eyes. “I know. It’s just some days it hits harder than others.”

You stay with him, listening as he talks about his dad, his memories both sweet and poignant. You realize that while you’ve adopted your grid kids into your chaotic family, they each come with their own sets of joys and sorrows.

***

Sebastian joins you two after a while and the three of you sit under the stars, sharing stories and remembrances. Mick smiles as Sebastian tells him stories about racing with Michael, the camaraderie they shared, and the respect they had for each other.

By the end of the night, Mick seems lighter, the earlier sadness replaced with a soft smile of remembrance. He thanks both of you for listening and understanding. “You guys really are like a second family to me.”

The Big Announcement

One sunny afternoon, you gather all your grid kids in the living room. The chatter is lively, the room buzzing with energy as they try to figure out why they’ve been summoned.

Sebastian gives your hand a reassuring squeeze as you both stand in front of your unconventional family.

“We’ve called you all here because we have some news,” you begin, heart pounding in your chest.

***

When you finally tell them you're pregnant, the room falls into a stunned silence, their wide-eyed expressions making you chuckle. But then, as the news sinks in, the silence is broken by whoops of joy and congratulations.

“Wow, so we’re going to be big brothers?” Max exclaims, while Lando jokes about teaching the baby to prank Sebastian, Mick looks almost teary-eyed with happiness, and George immediately volunteers for babysitting duties.

***

With your pregnancy announcement, your grid kids go into overdrive. They begin to dote on you in a way that’s both touching and a little overwhelming. From Charles insisting on cooking you healthy meals (despite his previous lasagna disaster) to Max bringing you comfortable pregnancy pillows, everyone tries to make you as comfortable as possible.

Lance even makes Speedy wear a bell around her neck in case she inadvertently startles you. The cat isn’t pleased but the sight of her jingling around the house keeps everyone entertained.

***

As the weeks go by, their concern borders on overprotectiveness. They fuss over you at the smallest things, like Max insisting on driving you to your doctor’s appointments because he’s “the fastest driver” or Lando continually adjusting the house temperature to ensure you’re never too hot or cold.

While their actions are well-intended, they often become hilariously excessive. One day, you find Mick baby-proofing the house even though the baby isn’t due for months. He sheepishly shrugs, “Just trying to be prepared.”

***

Despite the chaos, their actions stem from love and concern, which warms your heart. One evening, you find yourself surrounded by your grid kids as you sit in the living room, their laughter filling the air.

As you watch them, your hand gently resting on your growing belly, you can’t help but feel grateful. These young drivers, your grid kids, have become such a vital part of your life. Their genuine care and, at times, overzealous concern during your pregnancy only emphasize the strong bond you share.

Your family may not be traditional and your daily life may be filled with mayhem but it’s your life with Sebastian and the grid kids. It’s chaotic, hilarious, and unpredictable — and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

The Big Day

The day finally arrives when you’re rushed to the hospital. Sebastian is by your side, holding your hand through every contraction, while your grid kids anxiously wait in the waiting room, pacing and biting their nails.

A few hours later, when your newborn daughter makes her entrance into the world, Sebastian walks out to the young drivers, his eyes sparkling with joy and exhaustion. “You can meet her now.”

The joy and anticipation in the room is palpable as they rush in, crowding around the hospital room door in their eagerness.

The sight that greets them is nothing short of heartwarming. You’re in bed, looking tired but blissful, a tiny bundle nestled in your arms.

As they take turns holding the little one, their faces light up in awe. From Max’s gentle cooing to Lando’s finger being gripped by tiny hands to Mick’s unashamed happy tears to Charles’ whispered lullaby in French and George’s soft-spoken promise to be the “coolest brother,” the room is filled with a warm sense of family.

Even Speedy, smuggled into the hospital in Lance’s jacket, gets to sniff the newest human member of the family, much to the nurses’ chagrin.

A Baby in the Paddock

Several months later, the paddock welcomes an unexpected visitor — your baby daughter, wrapped snugly in a cute onesie with a tiny racing helmet print. As you push her stroller through the crowd, your grid kids and their fellow drivers are visibly smitten by the adorable sight.

Your grid kids instantly surround your daughter, their faces lighting up as they coo and make silly faces to elicit giggles. They take turns pushing her stroller and you can’t help but chuckle at their enthusiasm in their newfound roles as big brothers.

Sebastian, ever the proud father, looks on with warm amusement as he watches your daughter bond with her extended family.

***

Amid the hustle and bustle of the paddock, your daughter experiences her first pit stop as Charles and Lando try to change her diaper. Even Mick, the baby-proofing master, hovers nearby to ensure everything goes smoothly.

You can’t help but admire their dedication and the way they’ve embraced their roles as her protectors and playmates.

***

At the end of the day, you gather the whole group for a family photo. Your daughter, held by Max and Mick on either side, steals the show with her toothless grin.

As you look at the photo later, you realize that this quirky, chaotic family has grown and changed in the most beautiful ways. Your daughter has been embraced by these young drivers, who have become her brothers and protectors, just as they’ve become sons to you.

A New Racer on the Track

Years pass in the blink of an eye and soon your little girl is no longer a baby. She’s grown into a lively child with a love for speed, much like her father. Today, she’s ready to participate in her first karting race, and the whole gang — your grid kids now with seven World Championships between them — are here to support her.

As they gather around the track, an old joke resurfaces. Max points at a particular bend in the track, nudging Charles with a smirk. “Remember the inchident?”

Charles groans, rolling his eyes, “Not this again. It was years ago!”

Laughter breaks out among the group, their bond echoing through the years.

***

Before the race, each of your grid kids offers your daughter their sage advice. From Lando’s “always keep your cool” to George’s “remember to enjoy the ride,” her brothers are keen to impart their wisdom. Mick even attempts to show her how to properly do a pit stop, using a toy car and tiny plastic cones.

Your daughter, with a sparkling helmet almost too big for her head, listens earnestly, her wide eyes moving from one brother to the next.

When the race finally starts, your grid kids cheer on loudly, their voices carrying over the vroom of the karts. The sight of your daughter, determined behind the wheel of her tiny kart, brings a surge of pride and a few tears to your eyes.

As the race ends, your daughter crosses the finish line in third place, a beaming smile on her face. She’s welcomed back to the pit by a roaring cheer from her family, her brothers lifting her onto their shoulders.

***

That night, the celebration is filled with laughter, teasing, and an impromptu re-enactment of the inchident by Charles and Max, much to your daughter’s amusement.

Sebastian lifts his glass for a toast, “To our little racer, may you always find joy on the track. And remember, an inchident is only funny if it doesn’t happen to you.”

Laughter fills the room once again, and you can’t help but marvel at the love and joy surrounding you. These are the moments you cherish the most, moments of laughter and unity shared with this extraordinary, unconventional family.

As you watch your daughter being coddled and celebrated by her brothers, you realize that this legacy of love and support will always continue, and for that, you couldn’t be happier.

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hemmingsleclerc · 4 months

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Welcome Back ┃Sebastian Vettel

Pairing: sebastianvettel x wife!

summary: sebastian and his wife give a surprise visit to the drivers

The sun was setting over the prestigious circuit, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling F1 paddock. The air was filled with the heady aroma of fuel and excitement, as fans and teams prepared for the next race. Unbeknownst to the drivers, a surprise awaited them in the form of a familiar face.

Sebastian Vettel, four-time Formula 1 world champion, was near the paddock entrance with his wife Y/N. After a brief hiatus, they returned to the racing world, not as competitors, but as spectators and supporters. As they walked through the meadow, whispers of excitement and surprise followed them.

Sebastian and Y/N decided to visit the drivers, many of whom had considered Vettel as a role model and mentor throughout their careers, and Y/N as a second mother, having always been there for them since their beginnings. Their first stop was the Scuderia Ferrari garage, where Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz were engrossed in pre-race conversations with their engineers.

The moment they entered, the atmosphere changed. Leclerc and Sainz turned to see the iconic duo standing there with warm smiles. The garage buzzed with excitement as the younger drivers embraced Sebastian like a long-lost friend and Y/N, with her gentle lover, radiated warmth, making the meadow feel like a homecoming.

"It's amazing to have you both here," Charles exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration. "We've missed having both around!"

Carlos nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it's like having our racing parents back. How's life outside the cockpit treating you?"

Sebastian chuckled, "It's different, but we're enjoying the change. And we couldn't resist coming back to witness the thrill of F1 and catch up with all of you."

The surprise visit continued as the couple toured the paddock. Each meeting was marked by genuine enthusiasm and candid conversations. Max Verstappen, who upon seeing them from afar, ran towards them and hugged them tightly, excited to tell them all of his achievements that he had managed to achieve thanks to their help and support. Lando Norris, who almost fainted from excitement when he saw them in front of him, grabbed them both by the arms and took them to the McLaren garage, eager to introduce them to his new partner, Oscar, and the other drivers enthusiastically shared stories of their trips in the mountains. races and asked the experienced couple for advice.

As Sebastian and Y/N approached Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes garage, the air was filled with anticipation. Hamilton, Y/N's old friend, rival and former teammate, greeted them both with a warm hug along with a big smile on his face.

"Seb, Y/N, it's been too long!" Hamilton exclaimed. "This paddock hasn't been the same without you. We need your wisdom and humor back in the game."

Sebastian grinned, "Well, we're here to bring some of that back, at least for today. But remember, you're doing just fine without us. Keep pushing, and the wins will come."

''It's good to see that I left the Mercedes seat in good hands, George has been fantastic in this new season!'' Y/N exclaimed with a touch of emotion and nostalgia when remembering the boy's first season.

The surprise visit of the Vettel's became the highlight of the racing weekend. The drivers, in the midst of their high-risk world, appreciated the moments with them and the peace of mind of knowing that even if they were no longer there every race weekend, they would always be with them. As the day of the race went on, the echoes of their visit persisted, inspiring the drivers to try harder, not only for victory, but also to make their grid parents proud, who watched them grow up, gave them advices, helped them get up when people started to turn their backs on them, who told them to never give up their dream, and who had given them a new meaning of ''family''.

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hi babes, congrats on 1000!! would you be willing to do seb or max + sneaking around with horner’s daughter? kisses for you😚🫶🏻

thank you lovely!! how about both🤭

from the 1k drabble game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ SNEAKING AROUND WITH HORNER’S DAUGHTER (SV5 + MV1)

sebastian vettel :

— sebastian was cheeky with it. he was a sweetheart, but simultaneously a menace. he knew your father liked him, and thus firmly believed he could get away with a lot. he was probably right but you didn’t want to test the theory like this.

— seb would always be stealing sneaky kisses and hidden touches around the garage, and he was worse still at team dinners.

— your dad was somehow never suspicious when you always sat next to seb, but how he didn’t see the man’s hand in your lap you would never know. seb pushed the boundaries entirely, always stroking your thigh to get a reaction from you. team dinners had become your favorite thing but also your worst nightmare.

— one memory was when you could hear your father searching for you, asking all the mechanics if they had seen you and getting suggestions on where you might be. you were hidden in a broom cupboard right by where he was, seb’s body pressed right against yours as the two of you tried to hide your laughter.

— when you finally decided enough was enough, after a year of dating seb, you built up the courage to tell your father. christian only stared at you for a minute, causing you to panic, before the brit quite simply stated ‘i know.’

— turns out you weren’t half as subtle as you thought.

max verstappen :

— max liked to joke that he wasn’t scared of your father. you both knew that was a lie. not scared per say, but it was clear christian was like a father figure in his own right to max, so you knew your boyfriend never wanted to get on his wrong side.

— max would make a lot of talk about how it didn’t matter if christian caught the two of you, but the second your dad was within any sort of earshot, max was jumping away and practically socially distancing himself from your side.

— you never took offence, in fact you found it quite hilarious. so much so that you’d push the limits of how much you could get away with in your father’s presence.

— that time you apparently had no idea your dad was just around the corner when you kissed max in the hallway of the garage? oh you knew exactly where christian was, you just wanted to see max’s panicked reaction.

— over time he got more confident. the less your father caught you, the braver he became, kissing you in all sorts of risqué places.

— of course, this is what led to his downfall. when christian walked straight in on the two of you making out. max immediately began to apologise, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how panicked he seemed.

— christian just hugged him, said he was happy for the two of you. you cried a bit (but that’s a secret).

#… [zellie’s 1k drabble game]#f1 x reader #f1 #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel scenario #sebastian vettel one shot #sebastian vettel imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen scenario #max verstappen one shot

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formulafics · 5 months

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Congrats on 1k, you deserve all of it and more! Could I request a blurb with the absolute sweetheart that is Aston Martin Seb and wife!reader at his last ever race? Thank youuu <333

☆ now and forever . a sv⁵ blurb

thank you so much 🥹 this ask is so so cute <3

“sebastian vettel, waving to the camera, after saying goodbye to his team and coworkers,” the commentator speaks, seb smiling as he waves at the camera, then slightly bows. you’d stood to the side while he said goodbye to everyone, waiting patiently through it all.

truth be told, it made you a lot more emotional than you thought it would. you found yourself with teary eyes multiple times, accompanied by a lump in your throat that you just couldn’t get rid of. now, in your place, a few tears escape your eyes, and you make another attempt to swallow the aforementioned lump in your throat.

seb then turns to you, the camera following him as he walks to you. there’s so much fondness in his eyes when he looks at you, and especially now, because he knows he has more time to devote to you. he smiles sweetly as he kisses you, hands cupping the sides of your face, and his thumbs swiping away your tears. as he pulls away, a few more escape, making the man laugh. “you’re more emotional than i am about this, schatz,” he jokes, planting a kiss to your head as you roll your eyes.

seb then wraps his arm around your waist, giving a last little wave to the camera before he guides you away. “i don’t know why it’s making me so emotional,” you say to him, chuckling lightly as you wipe your tears. you look up at seb, and his eyes look particularly glossy. “you can’t keep crying because it’ll make me cry - it’ll be our wedding day all over again,” seb says light heartedly, making you giggle softly. you sigh, then lean your head on him as you both walk away, ready to get used to this new life.

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folkloresthings · 28 days

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back hugging and the one in front just turns around to press their lips against the other's THIS IS SO SEBASTIAN PLEAES

[ kiss prompts ] back hugging and the one in front just turns around to press their lips against the others with sebastian vettel.

at the peak of his career, just off of his second world championship win, sebastian’s days were busy. between meetings with red bull about the car for next season and media commitments, it was rare that you got a moment alone with your boyfriend.

luckily for you, he was set to spend all of today at home. but despite waking up next to him and being in such close proximity, sebastian was still working. you did all you could to spend time with him, bringing him coffee when he was on a call or lounging nearby with your book while he answered emails.

just before dinner, you quickly hopped into the shower to give sebastian some peace for a phone call, taking your time to lather yourself in the vanilla body wash your boyfriend always complimented, slipping into one of his shirts when you dried off. padding into the living room, sebastian isn’t where you left him at your desk — instead, pottering around the kitchen with what you had left out for dinner.

“hey, whatcha doing?” you ask, hovering in the doorway.

“making you dinner,” sebastian replied, glancing back over his shoulder to smile at you. “nice shirt.”

chuckling, you feel your cheeks go warm. “i can make dinner. you should be resting, it’s your day off.”

with a sigh, his shoulders visibly fall. instantly the guilt rises in you; sebastian always felt terrible when he didn’t give you his full attention, when you were his second priority, despite the many times you reassured him that it was was fine. and now, on his day off, he had spent all of his time on his laptop.

“right, sorry.” his voice is quiet, hands busying themselves with cutting up some vegetables.

you frown, setting down your phone on the table and wandering over to where sebastian stands over the countertop. careful not to startle him, your hands wind themselves around his waist from behind, clasping at his stomach. resting your head between strong back muscles, squeezing all your comfort into him.

“i miss you,” you tell him, muffled into his soft shirt. sebastian’s hands instantly set the food preparation down, melting into your touch. without a second thought he turns in his place, your arms still wrapped around his waist, looking down at you now.

before he can get too lost in your sad eyes, he captures your lips in his. soft, slow, nothing but sweetness in his kiss. hands that cup your cheeks hold you like a precious stone, careful not to let you slip away. even when you part, he never gives up on making sure you feel every ounce of love he held for you.

“i’m sorry,” sebastian mutters, tickling your forehead with his curls. “i’m going to be around more, i promise. you are what matters to me, more than anything.”

nodding, you stretch up to kiss him quickly again. “i know.”

sebastian smirks, that cheeky look sneaking back into his eyes. “i could start now, if you want…”

“oh, yeah?” you giggle, hands sneaking under the hem of his shirt, brows raised. “can you still make us dinner first, though?”

“only if you’re my dessert, baby.”

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slyscoutess · 15 hours

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paring: sebastian vettel x fem!singer!reader summary: pilots should learn not to comment on their favorite artists . . . or maybe this is their tactic to get what they want writer: the oldest thing in my drafts, it clearly had to be my first passion in formula 1, one of the reasons I liked watching it, listening to Florence + The Machine, I just wanted to leave my love for sebs on record

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yourusername I came for the pleasure, but I stay for the pain . . . New album DANCE FEVER. Out April 19 💙

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yournameupdate MOTHER IS BACK!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL

ynlnthinker EVERYBODY AND THEIR CHILD FREAKING RIGHT NOW

ynlnandthesiix not her coming back after years with new music and pretending to be normal

vettelchild somebody please check on sebs, i think the man is dead right about now

leclerccough just saw sebastian vettel himself in the likes, she posted it like 2 min ago???

patitowifey father is a hardcore fan just like us fr carlandomind I didn't even know he had Instagram??? pastryf2piastri pretty sure is a fanpage, there is nothing published yet

yournamecuunt Rumors of her divorce emerged in 2020 and she disappeared from the map and now appears with an album out of nowhere

andthesixburner queen behaviour???

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lovingwags New wag in the paddock?

seen at the Australian GP with some friends and members of the band that makes up her shows and team, yn ln was present at the Australian GP, we cannot confirm which garage she was in, but I think we all have a certain hope of one in specific ( Sebastian please makes us proud

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strollmothering That one blueyfever on twitter beign right all along

blueyfever OF COURSE I FCKING WAS formulaonfacts CAN'T FREAKING BELIEVE IT

ynthinker SCREAMING, CRYING AND THROWING UUUP

minivettel5 This woman is a freaking goddess

vettelhamm Sebastian must be just killing himself right about now

33tororoso Do we, Sebastian Vettel's children, finally have a mother?

maziemillian Isn't he like . . . married? blueyfever yeah! to her!!!! formulaonfacts okay grandma let's get you back to bed

whatamaxemmil I can't wait for blueyfever to be right

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yourusername for years and years the words you didn't let me write suffocated me, the art you never let me see blinded me, the places you left me humiliated me, but finally my Graceland gained a different meaning and I'm no longer stuck in the bathroom with the same headache, everything you wanted from me didn't belong to you and I finally found someone who would give me the pen and not cut out my tongue, all my love, my affection, my future and my choices belong to him.

Because of him I have Dance Fever every night.

DANCE FEVER is yours to listen now.

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yournameupdate OMG IS THAT????

ynlnthinker THAT IS SEBASTIAN VETTEL HIMSELF

vettelmemes OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

vettelchild WHAT DOES THIS MEAAAAAAN

formulaonfacts BLUEY WAS RIGHT WT???

lecfosi BLUEY THE OLDER WISER SIBLING charles_leclerc no? that would be me maxverstappen1 you are neither charles_leclerc I am her favorite lance_stroll keep dreaming

yournamecuunt the grid competing more for her mother's love than for the world championship

georgerussell63 You haven't seen them in person.

sebastianvettel posted a new video.

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yourusername It's been three years and a pandemic of an intense creative process, four years of silently recording every movement of my life until dance fever came to me and was finally delivered to you, four years surrounded by incredible people, and as a thank you for me Wait patiently over the last four years, I'll be sharing a little of what I've been going through.

the Dance Fever bts is now on YouTube, I'm sorry for the length, it's been four years of recording.

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charles_leclerc it's 2 in the mornig

yourusername and why aren't you sleeping, pretty sure already put you in bed?

maxverstappen1 I just stopped my sim race to watch something I basically live? yeah

vettelchild my god the amount of content from yn and sebastian, now I have diabetes and i'm still at 2019, they weren't even dating

lecsainzfosi wait . . . WHAT?

lance_stroll I will assume you got to 2020 and 2021 charles_leclerc often sleep on the sofa in their house during these landonorris you and practically everyone on the grid, even Lewlew charles_leclerc yeah but i am her favorite lance_stroll still on this?

yournamecuunt Now that you are intertwined in the world of F1, do you think Lance should just leave?

yourusername Hell no, that is my child, giving my life for him to be happy, never did anything wrong, will never do , everyone who complains about him just wants to make noise and distractions and isn't worrying about the race tsunodaaaa on my way to make a fanpage for this mother and son duo

The soft tendrils of dawn's first light seeped through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow upon the tranquil morning. Sebastian, now retired from the racing circuit, still grappled with the novelty of no longer being tethered to the demanding schedules of tracks worldwide. Yet, awakening beside his wife, cocooned in the serenity of their home, provided a deeply soothing sense of contentment.

As Sebastian nestled closer to his beloved, he could feel her gentle warmth radiating beside him. She slept peacefully, her worries and the frenetic pace of everyday life momentarily suspended. Ever since Bee came into their lives, their nights had become a balancing act between tending to their child's needs and stealing moments of rest. But on this particular night, they had slept deeply, as though replenishing themselves from an extended bout of weariness.

Her locks cascaded like silken waves over the pillow, delicately shrouding her serene countenance. The soft curves of her features bespoke the tranquility she had discovered in that fleeting moment of repose. A fond smile tugged at Sebastian's lips as he recalled the countless nights spent awake with her, cradling her in his arms as she delved into the depths of her creative musings. The restorative embrace of a full night's sleep had invigorated Sebastian. He savored a newfound sense of peace and autonomy, a luxury he hadn't known since bidding farewell to the adrenaline-fueled world of racing. Now, he could devote more of himself to his growing family, witnessing Bee's milestones and relishing in the simple joys of marital companionship.

As the world beyond their bedroom gradually stirred to life, the couple remained ensconced in their private sanctuary. Yet, the tranquil ambiance was momentarily shattered by the soft whimper of Bee, captured by the electronic monitor stationed nearby. With a reluctant sigh, Sebastian's wife stirred beside him, bidding farewell to the depths of slumber.

"Sebastian, your daughter wake up . . .", she groaned, as Bee's gentle cry pierced the stillness of the morning, the woman instinctively buried her face into her husband's chest, seeking refuge from the beckoning call of their daughter. Her soft sobs muffled against the warmth of his embrace, a silent plea for a few more moments of respite.

Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle softly at his wife's playful attempt to evade the inevitable. With a tender affection, he ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her frazzled nerves with each gentle stroke. Her muffled laughter reverberated against his chest, a testament to the enduring bond they shared, even amidst the chaos of parenthood. As Bee's cries persisted, Sebastian's wife reluctantly peeled herself away from the sanctuary of his embrace, a resigned smile tugging at the corners of her lips. With a loving glance exchanged between them, they silently acknowledged the shared journey of parenthood, filled with its moments of exhaustion and boundless love. With a whispered promise to return, Sebastian's wife slipped out of bed, ready to embrace the day and tend to their beloved daughter.

As the soft hues of morning bathed the room, casting a gentle glow upon their cozy sanctuary, the woman returned, cradling their precious Bee in her arms. Each step she took seemed to echo with the tender rhythm of maternal love, her eyes alight with a serene radiance that mirrored the dawn's gentle embrace.

Sebastian's heart swelled with affection as he watched his wife approach, the ethereal beauty of motherhood emanating from her every movement. With each delicate sway, Bee stirred slightly in her mother's arms, her angelic face still adorned with the remnants of sleep. As his wife drew nearer, Sebastian's eyes sparkled with an unwavering adoration, a silent testament to the profound love he held for both his wife and their darling daughter. In that fleeting moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the tender bond that bound their family together.

Bee, with her tiny hands outstretched, reached eagerly for her father, her sleepy gaze melting hearts with its innocence. Sebastian's heart skipped a beat as he eagerly scooped her up, enveloping her in a warm embrace that radiated with paternal love. With a contented sigh, his lover gently lowered Bee onto the bed, where the little one wobbled unsteadily before finding her footing. With a gleeful giggle, Bee propelled herself into her father's waiting arms, her laughter filling the room with its infectious melody. Sebastian's heart swelled with pride as he cradled their daughter close, showering her with affectionate kisses that elicited a chorus of delighted squeals. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love, Sebastian's wife couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the family they had created together.

As she reclined on the bed, a gentle hand instinctively drifted to her burgeoning belly, where new life stirred with the promise of tomorrow. With each fluttering kick, her heart overflowed with anticipation, a silent prayer whispered for the blessings that lay ahead.

In the tranquil embrace of their shared love, Sebastian's wife felt as though she had finally found her own personal Graceland—a haven of warmth, purity, and boundless affection. And as the laughter of her husband and daughter echoed through the room, she knew that their home would forever be filled with the sweet symphony of love's enduring melody.

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sebastianvettel My Dearest,

As I sit down to write these words, I find myself immersed in thoughts of you, my heart overflowing with emotions that words alone cannot fully capture. Each day spent by your side feels like ascending to a throne, where you reign as my sovereign, my King. Your presence in my life has granted me a sense of liberation, a feeling of being truly Free from the constraints of the past.

Our journey together has been a whirlwind of joy and passion, a dance of souls caught in the frenzy of love. In your arms, I've discovered a rhythm unlike any other, a Choreomania that consumes us, leaving us breathless yet exhilarated. Whenever I find myself away from you, it's as if I've returned to familiar grounds, back in the embrace of a familiar town. You are my anchor, my sanctuary, my safe haven — a feeling encapsulated in the phrase Back In Town.

Together, we stand united against the odds, defying conventions and societal norms. We are rebels, fighters, Girls Against God in a world that seeks to confine us. In the depths of night, you are my beautiful paradox, my Dream Girl Evil. Your essence is both enchanting and mysterious, a captivating blend that keeps me endlessly intrigued.

Within the walls of our home, our love becomes a sanctuary, a Prayer Factory where we offer our hearts and souls in devotion to each other. It is here, in the sacred space we've created, that I find solace and strength. You possess a wisdom and insight that transcends time, a gift akin to that of the mythical Cassandra. Your intuition guides me, leading me towards a future filled with hope and promise.

In your arms, I've found my heaven, my nirvana — for Heaven is Here, whenever I'm with you. Your presence alone is enough to transform the ordinary into something extraordinary, turning mundane moments into memories I'll cherish forever. Your smile, like a radiant daffodil in a field of blooms, brings light and warmth to even the darkest of days. With you, each moment becomes a celebration of life, a testament to the beauty of love.

My love for you knows no bounds, transcending the limits of time and space. You are my guiding star illuminating the path before me with your boundless affection. Even in moments of separation, I exercise restraint, longing to hold you close yet savoring the anticipation of our reunion. Distance may test us, but it only serves to deepen my love for you, fortifying the bond we share.

Together, we are a force to be reckoned with, a Bomb waiting to explode with passion and desire. In your arms, I find solace, security, and an overwhelming sense of belonging. You are my muse, my inspiration, my Mermaid of the depths. Your allure is irresistible, drawing me in with your ethereal beauty and grace.

My dearest, these words pale in comparison to the depth of my affection for you. You are the beating heart of my existence, the light that guides me through the darkness.

With all my love,

Sebastian

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charles_leclerc alright gonna wrap it up, never gonna be this kind of romantic

carlossainz55 not even shakespere thought about writing something like that, mate

maxverstappen1 When will it be my turn?

kellypiquet what? maxverstappen1 when will it be my turn to be this romantic

lance_stroll MAMA AND PAPA

fernandoalo_oficial beautiful letter, really big, not gonna read but it's wonderful

jensonbutton I've never seen anyone who had so much to say, my god lewishamilton stole all the romance of the century landonorris That's why we live in the century of whoredom

yournamecuunt DID HE JUST MAKE A LETTER WITH ALL HER SONGS IN ORDER?

aussiegrit he's crazy romantic sentimental like that

motheryourname why hasn't yourusername commented yet?

lance_stroll She's here crying like hell at Sebs' farewell party alex_albon She's been really emotional today, with the party and everything. landonorris It's the hormones of this new pregnancy ynthinker THE WHAT sebastianvettel Lando??? yourusername FOR FUCKS SAKE landonorris sorry, sorry SORRY MOTHER

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my own superman ~ sebastian vettel (sv5)

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pairing: sebastian vettel x female reader

summary: crash, boom, burn, flames. waiting frozen, impatience, relief.

words: 2.2K

warnings: race car accident (not graphic), basically a near death experience from the outside

a/n: i had a dream. well, long story short recently i got back into f1 and my obsession has been growing ever since (hungarian grand prix 2022, yeah, that recently). started watching drive to survive too. and i haven't even reached S03 when i had this dream (i guess it was my unconscious going ahead). but when i woke up in the middle of the night my first thought was 'okay i need to write this down' because honestly my mind was literally spinning with thoughts. yeah so this is what happens when a fanfic writer has an f1 related, crazy dream.

it might be a bit too rushed at the end and i'm not sure this is realistic in any way but i'm still so caught up in this dream i had that i just had to write this.

you can say it's somehow inspired by bahrein 2020 and romain grosjean (even though as i said before, i had no clue about that happening when i had this dream)

please don't be a ghost reader! any feedback is well appreciated!

People often think it's the utmost pleasure dating an F1 driver. But (y/n) can say for certain now that it isn't at all times. It can be the worst suffering instead.

Most times it's fun, sure, but there are those days when it's like a hand cold as an icy winter day is gripping her heart so tight that she can't feel it beating anymore. The days when it feels like her soul has been ripped from her body, just floating in the air above her, waiting for the final verdict to see if it can move back to its place or instead it should just leave and never come back. Needless to say, these days are the ones where something, even the tiniest thing goes wrong. Because in this sport, in this life, even the tiniest things mean life or death.

Worry eats away at her whole existence as her eyes stay glued to the screens in the garage, her figure frozen as if someone hit pause on time and left her unable to move in her rigid state perching on the couch. Her glance follows the movements happening on screen, not even breathing anymore, just silently, mindlessly praying to whatever higher power that may exist that that worst day hasn't come, not just yet.

Seconds feel like hours, minutes feel like days as she stays motionless. No one moves around her either, but it's not like she'd notice anyway. Her mind doesn't – can't – wrap around single things like her surroundings anymore. Not until she can finally catch sight of him, moving. She wouldn't even mind anymore if he didn't stand up and walk out like nothing had happened. She just needed one movement.

One single movement that could show her that he hasn't left. That she still has him. That his heart is still beating. Though it certainly feels like that in this very moment her own heart has stopped beating all in all. She can just feel a tiny bit of fluttering somewhere deep in her chest – her heart refusing to stop fighting, refusing to stop for as long as there is still hope that his heart is doing the same. Beating for her. And hers beating for him.

She didn't even notice how much her lungs have started to burn before – just as a loud wave of relieved sighs rolls her way – she notices him moving on the screen. Finally she breathes again, filling her lungs with that well desired oxygen as her eyes, hungry to see more, to see him being okay, follow his movements.

And it's like he's not even human, not mortal. She can't help but wonder if he ever was – there certainly have been times when she doubted that in the past already. But in this surreal moment, he moves out of the smoke, out of the flames, one arm thrown over his saver's shoulder and slightly limping, but still, walking. On his own feet. The way his body moves is still so recognisable, even through the obvious pain his existence radiates to her from the screen. She could never not recognise it.

Tears roll down her cheeks in fast waves, but she doesn't even notice them until the drops start hitting the backs of her hands that are still lying on her lap, intertwined, white as chalk as she held them impossibly tight and under pressure. They are teardrops of absolute relief.

Then her body moves on its own accord and she shoots up from the couch as if she hasn't just spent the past several minutes frozen there like a perfect marble sculpture. She moves closer to the screen, closer to the other people, trying to find out what's next. Where do they take him now? How can she get there? How can she be with him as soon as possible? She needs to be with him. Just as much as he probably needs her too. This man... Her very own Superman.

- - - some time later - - -

"You could say I'm kind of a rotisserie chicken now," Sebastian glances up from the bed they forced him to lie down on.

"Oh, shut up, Vettel," the girl standing by his side glares at him angrily, her fingers tightly wrapped around her baseball cap he gave her just the day before, in order to stop (or at least conceal) the extreme shaking they're under. "Idiot," she mumbles mainly to herself, eyes darting towards the ground.

"Wow, you're really giving me the last name now?" He can't help but chuckle quietly, a chuckle that leaves him coughing, face crunching up from the sore feeling in his throat the smoke he's breathed in left there.

A minute or so passes in moderate silence, with only him letting out a small cough every once in a while, smaller and smaller until he stops coughing all in all, thanks to the sips of water she's helped him to.

"Two can play at that game," Sebastian speaks up again eventually, continuing his previous thought. After a momentary pause he joyfully adds two more words, "Mrs Vettel."

A grin is playing on his lips, but it's obviously not the same he usually wears, face a bit distorted from the experience he's just gone through. His eyes, those icy crystal blue eyes are shining exactly the same though as he's looking at her – and that alone is enough to make her heartbeat slow just a tad bit, somewhat closer to normal.

(y/n) shakes her head, playful disbelief expressed on her face as she listens to her husband's antics. "Stop joking around, this is serious."

"And I am serious." One more glare from her is enough to make him sigh before confessing the obvious. "Okay, fine, I'm not. But I just want to make this easier for you. I can see how shaken you are."

"Well, that's not so surprising though, is it?"

"No, but everything's fine now. I'm here, see?"

Sebastian beckons with his hand for her, trying to get her to come a little closer, to help her be more at ease now that the initial danger is gone. As she sits down on the chair next to his bed and her fingertips gently caress his upper arm, suddenly her vision gets blurry and she can feel a teardrop bubble over and roll down her cheek, followed by another and another and another–

"Shh, it's alright," he gently speaks, noticing the fallen drops as they darken the colour of her shirt where they land. It doesn't take long though before tears are gathering in his eyes all the same. All of a sudden the weight, the reality of what's just happened is crashing down on him.

What if he weren't so lucky?

What if?

When the nurse comes back to check on the driver, she stops abruptly in the doorway, noticing the couple leaning close to each other, soaking their clothes with the teardrops flooding from their eyes. She decides to back straight out of the room the way she just came in, as silently as she can manage, leaving them to let go and cry out what they need to.

- - - a couple days later - - -

"I'm just saying that I would completely understand if you said you didn't want to race this weekend."

"But I want to, I really do."

"Have you talked to (y/n) about it?"

"No. I mean, kinda."

"I think you should."

"I know."

(y/n) puts down the bag in her hand on the kitchen counter with a little extra noise and as she expected, after a faint gotta go, talk to you later coming from their bedroom, her husband appears in the doorway leading to their kitchen.

"You're home!" Sebastian smiles, not stopping until he reaches her and can wrap his arms around her body. He holds her tight, tighter than he did before the– before, she can't help but notice, even though she's been only gone from home for about an hour or so. It's not like she's complaining though. She does the exact same, snuggling as close to him as humanly possible, until she basically can't tell where one ends and the other starts.

"Who called?" (y/n) mumbles into his chest.

"Doesn't matter, just team stuff," he replies, and she can feel the tiny shrug in which the muscles in his shoulders move.

"Seb, I heard the word race," she sighs, lifting her head from its comfortable position only to find support for her jaw on the very same spot, making it possible for her to gaze up at his face.

"You did?"

His wife hums back, fingers mindlessly moving on his back, tracing invisible patterns on the material of his T-shirt.

"Damn it, I'm never gonna take a call on speaker again," he mutters, and she can see the way his lips twitch as he bites back a chuckle.

"You wanna go back this week?" (y/n) pushes on when she doesn't get any real answer from the man.

Now it's his time to hum as a response, his eyes travelling to her face, connecting with her orbs easily. "Only if you don't mind. If you don't want me to, I can stay at home and wait a bit longer."

Her eyes widen a bit as she hears his words – she didn't think she had that much of a say in matters like this. It's his job, his career, his dream, his life. Yet it seems like he put her and her opinion above even that. She can feel her heart give a tiny flutter at the thought. It's not like he doesn't express his feelings and what she truly means to him, hell, he does so every single day, reminding her efficiently in case she'd ever forget (would that even be possible though?). But still, this new knowledge, this incredible information means even more to her than she ever thought it would.

"It's not that I don't want you to," she says, jaw pressing harder and lighter into his skin with every syllable, depending on her lips' movements. "I just want you to be one hundred percent sure and confident before you sit in that car again."

"I am."

The girl only raises an eyebrow, asking him without words to elaborate.

"I honestly am. I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think this is the right choice. I mean, I'm perfectly fine. Healthy. Not a scratch anymore."

"Yeah, and it's a miracle in itself. Doesn't mean it's gonna happen like this again if something goes wrong." Her words are followed by a shudder as even the mere thought of that is enough to bring back the memory of terror she experienced that day, the way she stood frozen in front of the screens with her breath held back.

His arms tighten even more around her fragile torso, holding her now truly impossibly close in a way to make the shuddering go away – along with all those memories he knows she's thinking of right now.

"Look, I'm just worried that if you're not in the completely good mindset, then it can mean a bigger chance for something like that repeating itself."

"I can promise you that my mindset is perfectly fine, just like it was a week ago or before any other race weekend," Sebastian smiles gently down at her before moving his head closer and pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, right at the spot where her hairline starts. Her eyes flutter closed at the intimate touch.

They stay like that for a few minutes, both deep in their thoughts, trying to come up with a sentence that would calm both their ruffled minds.

"(y/n/n), I can feel that you're still worried. You're all tense," his voice breaks the silence eventually, not really knowing what else he could say. "If you even the tiniest bit don't want me to go back to racing so soon, just say it. It's okay, I won't mind."

"Of course I'm still worried, when have I ever not been before a race?" (y/n) opens her eyes, smiling up at the love of her life. "I knew what came with dating an F1 driver the very first day, and I signed up for the whole package. Worrying has just always been a part of it."

She giggles at the same time as his lips curve into a smile wide enough to split his face nearly in two.

"So it's okay?" he asks, needing to hear the exact words to be completely sure of her choice.

"It is, Sebastian, but if you ask me once more, I might change my mind," laughter bubbles up from her throat, somewhat breaking the peaceful quiet in the kitchen with its loudness, but neither of them minds. It's probably his most favourite sound on Earth anyway, her laughter. "Go back and show them what a miracle you truly are."

"Thank you, dear," Sebastian leans further down to capture her lips with his own, mind slightly spinning and heartbeat definitely speeding up from hearing her define him as miracle.

"You're welcome, Superman," she mumbles into the kiss cheekily, arms moving around the back of his neck to gather just that bit more access to him.

.::the end::.

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