#Sebastian Vettel x Y/N

[slyscoutess]

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

[ham1lton]

sebastian’s angel.

pairings: sebastian vettel x actress!reader

faceclaim: lucy liu.

summary: when you start attending sebastian’s races, people speculate that perhaps you’re friends or it’s a pr deal for the company you’re both affiliated to. that’s until your instagram post sets the internet aflame.

— part six of my 500 followers celebration ♡ —

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yourusername: newest covergirl of elle magazine. not too shabby right? we talked about my newest movie, my essentials, my f1 obsession and if i could keep that furry jacket.

user8: did u keep the jacket?

-> yourusername: yes! 😁

user1: omg queen of looking stunning from every angle.

-> user2: her JAWLINE 😩

user6: watched charlie’s angels and i think i had my gay awakening.

-> user7: real omg.

yourbffname: thats my gf y’all 😘😏

-> yourusername: love you more than heaven and earth <33

user9: girlie since when were you an f1 fan?

-> user12: worlds colliding. can’t believe my favourite actress is an f1 fan!!

-> hater2: i bet she only thirsts over the drivers 😒

-> user8: boy stfu. look at HER. if anything, they’d be thirsting over her. stay mad bitch!

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ham1ltonshaderoom: charlie’s angels’ actress y/n l/n has been photographed attending many f1 races recently. meeting fans in silverstone and now currently being in italy. rumours are swirling about a potential romance with an f1 driver, what are your thoughts ham1ltons?

user1: she could get a billionaire. i doubt it.

user7: i am hoping for it to be a contract thing because i want her to date cillian murphy. the chemistry in that movie was insane!!

user8: guys… she stated herself she’s just a big fan? why is everyone jumping to the conclusion that she has to be there for a guy??

-> user67: because why not.

user98: she was seen there with her charlie’s angel’s coworkers so maybe it’s for promo for the next instalment?

user72: JENSONY/N SUPREMACY 😩

-> user2: NANDOY/N SUPREMACY 😩

-> user94: USER98Y/N SUPREMACY 😩

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yourusername: sometimes, the nerd gets the girl.

user7: AHHHHHHHHH

user6: OMG? POWER COUPLE ??

user56: hard launch of the century my god.

-> user8: she said no posting until i get that ring on my finger and she kinda ate…

jensonbutton: gorgeous wedding! would have been better if i was the groom 😉.

-> user5: babe i’ll be ur bride 😍

-> user80: MESSY ASF 😭

yourbffname: seb rocking the stache. gotta respect it.

-> yourusername: begged him to shave but it grew on me.

user2: are u sure this isn’t a soft launch for nico? 🤨

-> user56: love seeing delusional people roaming social media. makes my day to know i’m not alone thanks 👍🏻

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author’s note: just wanted to let you know, in preparation for this smau, i watched a shit ton of sebastian edits on tiktok. i did that purely for this and not at ALL for my own personal interest…. anyways shout out to the girlies editing seb to sexyy red because that’s absolutely my niche. also shout out to the anon that wanted this fic, posted it just for u babe <3333

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I am in the mood for some SugarDaddy! Seb that’s all fluffy ❤️ please and thank you!!! 🙏🏻

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Sebastian.”

The boy glared at you from the other side of the counter. 

“I said I was sorry,” you tried again, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to look a little more controlled. But in all honesty, the argument had been going on since you stepped into his apartment and you weren’t sure how much longer your patience could handle it.

Yet, Sebastian remained silent and stubborn. 

“It was just a coffee,” you groaned, your eyes darting over to the stupid cup that had essentially caused the tiff between you two.

“An outrageously priced coffee,” Sebastian corrected, something in his tone making you stand a little straighter in your sport. “One that you paid for with your own card.”

You sighed. “Seb—”

But the boy shut you down with a pointed look. 

The whole thing was utterly ridiculous. You had just finished running the few errands you needed to tick off on your day off before you headed to Sebastian’s apartment on the fancier side of town. You thought you would be sweet, stop by one of your favourite bakeries on this side of town and maybe get Sebastian something too.

You didn’t think it was that big of a deal that you instinctively reached for your own card instead of the one he had given you. And yet, here you were, still arguing over it almost twenty minutes later.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you said to your boyfriend but his frown deepened.

“It’s a big deal to me, schatz,” Sebastian replied, a crease between his furrowed brows that you just wanted to smooth out with your thumb. 

You rounded the counter, leaving your coffees and the sweet treats you bought on the other side as you stepped into Sebastian’s space. Despite his annoyance, he wasted no time in opening his arms for you and letting you settle against him as you wound your arms around his waist. 

“I’m sorry,” you said again, though it was a little softer and less brattish this time around. “You know I didn’t do it on purpose to spite you or anything. It was a simple accident.” 

Sebastian hummed, pressing his lips together.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll even let you buy me some outrageously expensive gift and I promise I won’t even complain about how many zeroes are on the end of it,” you bargained with a hopeful smile on your face.

You watched his expression closely as a slow grin began to spread across his face before he leaned down to kiss you. 

“Deal,” he murmured between soft pecks, but his quick acceptance made you pull back and narrow your eyes in suspicion.

“You weren’t pissed at all, were you?” You accused, watching his expression fill with glee. He wasn’t even ashamed of his tactics. “This was your plan all along, huh?”

“And now you can’t take it back,” he retorted, leaning down to kiss you again. “You just have to sit there and look pretty whilst I choose what yacht to get you.” 

“Sebastian!”

“Kidding. I am actually thinking about a helicopter—”

“Oh my god.”

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[forteafy]

seb x reader with prompt " kissing their helmet for good luck before the race" any seb era (you choose) i hope you like the prompt :) <3

♡ Helmet Kisses [1.1K] I couldn't decide which era of Seb I wanted to do; so here's all three!

♡ Red Bull Racing Era

Back in his Red Bull Racing days, Sebastian was known for having a string of lovers; different girls would show up to the race every so often, but never in the Paddock.

Until of course, you came along.

You were the rationality to his chaotic energy, the calm voice in his head before he’d scream down the radio on a particularly bad race. 

Also, the first girl he had in the Paddock. 

Let’s start by saying the team adored you. Finally, Sebastian would show up on time to meetings and wouldn’t start causing chaos during one of Horner’s speeches. 

On the race evening, prior to his second World Championship, he’s all smiles, before walking onto the grid, hopping into his car. 

You at this point, were shyly standing alongside some of the other garage guests; you weren’t too sure what the media would think of ‘Vettel’s new lady, the one who’s stuck around.’

Until there’s a sudden motion from one of his mechanics, motioning at you. 

For a second, you don’t think to move, until he shouts your name, waving wildly for you to come over to the car. 

You can feel your heart race, feeling like the eyes of every driver, mechanic and fan were on you. The only solace you had was Lewis and Mark, having been introduced to Sebastian’s close friends earlier in the weekend. 

When you reached the Red Bull, the mechanic pats your back. You barely notice it, attention drawn to your boyfriend’s helmet-clad head. 

‘You didn’t give me my good-luck kiss!’ He huffed, lifting his visor so his blue eyes could meet your own. 

You can’t hold back the laugh this time. ‘Didn’t you win here without me last time?’ You question the logic. Sebastian simply huffs, not wanting to listen to logic, instead, folding his arms and pouting like a child. 

You end up caving, leaning over the side of the RB7, pressing a kiss to the side of his helmet. 

You don’t miss the cheering from the rest of the grid as you duck your head, cheeks blushing from the interaction as you walk off the track.

You also don’t miss Sebastian’s shout of ‘I want a proper one when I win!

♡ Scuderia Ferrari Era

You hadn’t been able to attend the opening race of Sebastian’s first year with Ferrari; something you’d felt awful about, knowing it was his dream to race for them. 

So here you were, clad in red, engagement finger resting on your left hand, ready to support your husband-to-be. 

He’d been aggravated, Lewis and Nico finishing 30 seconds ahead of him in the opening race had driven him insane. 

He knew he could do better.

So, when he came into to garage, clad in his red fireproofs, (ones you could have fantasies over,) his game-face was on.

You knew better than to interrupt the ins and outs of setting up the car. 

Sebastian had barely spoken to you that morning; he’d held your hand firmly when walking to the car that morning. 

Even in the car, your usual chat and singing along to his ancient music was replaced by a silence. 

The only form of comfort you had been able to offer him was a hand resting on his leg as he drove; a silent promise you would be here for him, not matter the result.  

It wasn’t until one of the mechanics walked past, holding Sebastian’s helmet, that you spoke up, asking if you could give it to him.

He obliged; in his mind, anything to cheer up their driver before the race would be a good thing. 

You had held out the helmet, his eyes widening when he saw that it was you handing it to him. 

Before handing it to him, you lifted the helmet to your face, kissing the part of the helmet where his lips would usually be on his face. 

You grinned, handing him the helmet, winking as you handed it over.

‘That’s your good luck kiss. Go out there and get that win.’ 

There was a massive cheer around the garage as they finally saw Sebastian break into a smile, the first one of the day.

Even Kimi had started grinning, knowing how in love his teammate was. 

After the win he scored that afternoon, the mechanics insisted you joined them for as many races as possible. 

♡ Aston Martin Era

Of course, you were there for Sebastian’s final race. The day had been overwhelming. 

Even though you hadn’t been by his side for the entirety of the day, you had been around the Paddock; your three-year-old daughter clad in Aston Martin merch.

The whole family had to be there for Sebastian; it was his last race after all.

It had been more emotional for you that you’d realised. 

Charles had come up to you, tears in his eyes as he thanked you for looking out for him all those years, even after Sebastian had left Ferrari. 

You didn’t expect the warm hug from Christian, who wished you both the best and had promised the second your daughter got into karting, he would be signing her to Red Bull. 

Of course, Sebastian had given both his girls a kiss before stepping into his car, nestling in his seat for the last time. 

You’d sat in the garage, your daughter on your lap as you pointed to where he was listening to his mechanic; her eyes widened upon seeing her father in the cars she’d seen all day. 

His race engineer nudged you, motioning towards your husband.

‘Go on. Give him one more for old times’ sake.’

You laugh, getting up from your chair and scooping up your daughter, walking through the grid. 

She of course, gives her Uncle Mick a wave, having spent most of her afternoon coaxing him to play imaginary games with her. 

Sebastian clocks the two of you coming across the grid, even though he’s strapped in, he turns his head. 

You can’t see the grin on his face, but you know it’s there. 

Leaning over and kissing the side of his head, it’s as if all of them years had been taken back, back to when you and Sebastian were just kids; the first time you’d ever been seen with him. 

You seem to fly through the years with that one kiss, before leaning up, ready to walk away, until the wiggling girl in your arms whines. 

Giving her a questioning look, she leaned down, arms guided by you, as she pressed a sloppy kiss to her father’s helmet. 

Sebastian’s heart melted.

His girls on his final race, he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

☽ [If you have a headcanon/drabble idea, thought or request, feel free to send it here!] ☾

[libraryofloveletters]

Different Sides of The Same Universe

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: cheeky seb, talks of his retirement, lewis thinks he’s a genius match maker, lew and reader have a very sibling type bond, unspoken feelings, britta is lowkey fed up of seb, semi-awkward dinner dates, happy endings cause y'all know me too well, a solid confession of love cause you know I'm sappy like that  

Word Count: 4.0k

Author’s Note: this has been in my drafts for a million months, literally since seb announced he was retiring, but enjoy my millionth notion of love towards my favourite german driver - sorry michael love you tho king <333 

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Two teams that were running in front for years, two of the four drivers were good friends; Sebastian was the Ying to Lewis’s Yang. 

You had your fair share of run-ins with the German driver and his press officer, Britta- a wonderful woman with bounties of patience- who often scolded him for the things he said to you.

The man was a flirt by nature, he couldn’t help himself sometimes; not that you minded of course. 

“Lewis doesn't give you half of the trouble that Sebastian gives me,” Britta often reminded you as you giggled at Seb's responses to the press conference questions. “It’s his charm, it's who he is; makes him Sebastian.” You’d tell her, eyes fixed on the blonde man on the stage. 

It had been 9, almost 10 years since you first officially met Sebastian. 

You can recall the day like it was yesterday. You were finishing up your first year at Mercedes as Lewis’s press officer - you weren’t aware that you were about to become to him what Britta was to Sebastian. 

2013 - Brazil 

The final race of the season and Sebastian has won his fourth world championship and his 9th consecutive race. 

You on the other hand, have just finished up your first year with Mercedes, you were working as Lewis’s press officer as the last one had quit when she found out she was pregnant. You had been watching F1 since your teen years and even before you worked for Merc, you were a fan of both Sebastian and Lewis. 

Now it might have been a bit wrong for you to be internally rooting for Sebastian to win but to win four championships in a row is crazy - little did you know what the future held for Lewis and Mercedes. 

Nonetheless, you were trying to get Lewis towards the media pen but the man kept veering off course, wandering his way over to none other than the championship winner, Sebastian Vettel. 

“Lewis, we’re going to be late,” you warned him, running behind him to catch up. 

He waved you off, “one sec, y/n.” 

You watch as the two drivers speak for a moment, Lewis pulling the blond into a side hug, you can hear the words congratulations being said and you stood back quietly as you waited on Lewis. 

“I don’t mean to rush you but we really need to go,” you finally say to Lewis, tapping his arm to get his attention. 

“Who's this?” Sebastian asks, eyes fixed on you as he looks you up and down. 

“This is y/n, my press officer. Y/n, meet Sebastian Vettel, 3- sorry, 4 time world champion.” Lewis nudged his fellow driver’s shoulder, a sly smile on Seb’s face. 

The German steps towards you, his arms opened as he pulled you into a hug. You froze for a moment, unsure how to react as you weren’t expecting that. Your body finally caught up with your brain and you rested a hand on his back as he gave you a soft squeeze. 

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n.” He says as he steps away. 

“You too,” you looked at him; the blue cap on his head covered his unruly blond hair - though he claimed it to be sun damage, everyone knew it was hair dye. 

“Congratulations on the fourth, major win.” You tell him, a smile on your face. 

“Thank you!” He smiled, the big grin on his face showing off his teeth and you swear you can see his eyes sparkle under the floodlights in the paddock. 

For a second, the self centred part of your brain thinks you caused such a reaction but it dawns on you that this man has just broken a record for him, for his team - it’s happiness that’s on his face. 

“Sebastian,” a blonde woman calls to him - Britta, you assumed. You had seen her around now and then. “We need to get going.” She didn’t wait for a response, gathering his things and grabbing his hand; she knew him well enough to know he’d stay and chat, totally ignoring her.

Lewis said goodbye to Seb, the man waved to you both as Britta pulled him away. “Okay, we really have to go now.” 

“Yeah yeah,” Lewis took his water bottle from you, “I’m coming woman, jeez.” He huffed as he followed you in the direction of the media pen.

Hungary, 2022 - Thursday; Media Day. 

The paddock was quiet, it was barely 11am and most of the guys were doing their own press within their teams before this afternoon’s press conferences. You were at the front of hospitality, legs folded criss cross on your chair as you clicked away on your laptop in front of you. Lewis has been doing a few press photos with the team photographer and went to take Roscoe for a walk afterwards which left you with a good amount of time to catch up on work and emails. 

“Hello sunshine,” the voice called to you and you looked up, instantly knowing who it was. Only one person called you that; a nickname deriving from how much you smiled. 

“Morning, Seb. How are you?” You smiled, the man in the green leaned over the railing of the patio. “I’m fantastic.” 

“I can tell, you’re awfully chipper. Did Britta finally tell you yes to putting all your savings into a bee farm?” 

Sebastian laughs, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that. I just feel good, is that a crime, y/n?” 

“No,” you smiled, sipping on your coffee. Seb nods, “have a good day, sunshine.” 

“You too, Seb.” You tipped the cup towards him and turned your attention back to your laptop when he walked off. 

A little after, you got a text from Lewis that he was back and you went to find him in the motorhome, Roscoe welcoming you with a bark as you shut the door.

“Hi bubba,” you scratched behind his ear, the dog following you into the main area. You made yourself comfortable on the couch, Roscoe jumping up and snuggling into your side, his head on your thigh as you set your laptop on the table. 

Lewis was in the room, you weren’t sure he was doing but the door was wide open and you could hear his phone playing. He was watching something, you can hear the words from the speaker as he walked out the room and back into the living room area; “I hear by announce my retirement from Formula One by the end of the 2022 season.

“Who’s retiring?” You asked, not fully paying attention as you fiddled with Roscoe’s collar. 

“Seb is,” Lewis says, a bit confused himself and you look up at the man, not sure if you heard him right. “What? What do you mean it’s Seb?” 

Lewis shows you the phone, a black and white video of Sebastian playing, the words ringing in your head; “I hear by announce my retirement from formula one by the end of the 2022 season.” 

“What the hell,” you huffed, still not fully able to wrap your head around it. 

You had just spoken to Seb, you had known this man since you started in Formula One. He was a staple in your weekends, you saw him nearly as much as you saw Lewis. How the hell are you meant to spend your weekends without him? Yeah, the world keeps going but Seb was a constant in your life, one you’ve come to love. 

It was going to be hard to have race weekends without him. 

You hadn’t even noticed the tears welling up in your eyes until Lewis rested a hand on your shoulder; “you okay, y/n?” 

A sniffle as you nodded, blinking away the tears. “Just an eyelash in my eye,” you rubbed your eye with the back of your hand. 

Lewis nods, not fully believing you but he doesn’t dig at you. He should have expected you to take it a bit hard. 

You and Seb have developed a friendship over the last ten years, it was a little more than friendship to you. Lewis wasn’t blind, he noticed the way you looked at Sebastian; like he held the stars and the moon. You had a crush on him and it’s been like that for years, since the first moment you met Sebastian if you asked Lewis. 

The feelings were reciprocated from Seb’s end as well even if you never noticed, Lewis noticed. Everyone knew Sebastian was a flirt, a notorious one at that but over the years, he stopped his ways. There’s been a sly comment here or there to the media but not as many as when he was with RedBull. What didn’t stop was how he made you blush and giggle like a school girl every weekend without fail. 

He wasn’t gonna let his friend retire without finding a way to get you two alone. 

“What time do they need me in the pen?” He moved on, switching topic as he got up to change his shirt. 

You cleared your throat, checking your watch. “We’ve got an hour and a half before your slot.” 

“Roscoe’s knocked out,” he nods towards the sleeping pup on your thigh, “we can sneak away and get some lunch? Ang can stay with him during the conference.” 

“Yeah, sounds good.” You smiled, slowly inching away from Roscoe and replacing your thigh with a pillow as Lewis changed. 

--

The media pen was fairly full with the usual set of reporters, camera crews, drivers and their press officers. The hot topic was Sebastian’s retirement announcement, it seems to have caught everyone off guard. 

Lewis was in the middle of an interview with Natalie when she asked about it.

“We’re all aware of the announcement that seems to have shocked everyone, what's your take on it? Will you miss Seb, as a fellow driver or friend?” She asked the man. 

You glanced at Sebastian, he was waiting to speak to another reporter and he smiled at you when he noticed your glance. Your heart skips a beat but it also breaks. The fact that you’d be losing someone like Seb in just a few months was something you don’t think you’d be able to wrap your mind around any time soon. 

Lewis was mid answer when you gathered your thoughts, smiling as you listened to him speak about what a wonderful driver Seb is and what an influence he's had and will continue to leave on the racing community over the next few months until his departure. 

After he wraps up with Natalie, Sebastian and Britta find their way over to you as they were next to speak to Natalie. You had a few minutes before his interview started, he and Lewis taking a few moments to speak about the announcement which left you with Britta. 

You looked at the blonde woman, “I didn’t know he was thinking of retiring.” 

“It’s been on his mind for a while, he finally decided a few races ago.” She glances at him, the man who she has spent the better part of 15 years with. 

“Where does that leave you though? Will we see you around the paddock? I mean, unless Seb has plans for retirement with you?” 

Britta shrugs. “You know how Sebastian is, he has a few ideas but it needs some sorting out. As for me, I'm happy to stay with him if he needs me but I'm happy for him. Since Ferrari.. Well, you know how that went. He finally decided to take some time for himself, like really for himself.” 

“Yeah,” you hum, “he deserves it.” 

Before Britta could answer, Natalie was calling them over and letting them know she was ready when they were. Sebastian smiled at you as they walked over to Britta and you two were heading over to your next slot. 

“I want to take Seb out for dinner on Sunday, after the race.” Lewis tells you, following behind you. “Can you look up somewhere we'd like and make a reservation for us?” 

“For 2?” You asked to confirm, taking your phone out. 

Lewis pauses for a moment, you knew he was thinking something up in that head of his but you weren’t sure what it was yet. “No, for 3.” He tells you, making his way over to his next interview, you nod and make a note, assuming it would be him, Seb and Britta. 

Hungary, 2022- Sunday; Post Race. 

It was a good weekend for Mercedes, George had landed pole position while Lewis would be starting in P7. The race lead slipped from George as Max pulled a drive and a half from thin air - as he's done most weekends- and moved from P10 to P1. 

Despite it all, the Mercedes boys came in P2 and P3, both Lewis and George on the podium that afternoon. 

You had all taken your team photos, wrapped up with media and you left Lewis at the track, telling him you were turning in for the night and that you would see him the next morning before he left for New York. The evening slipped away from you, you had been getting caught up on the messages you missed over the weekend and before you knew it, it was nearly 9pm. The phone was set down and after a quick shower, you were feeling much better and getting ready for bed. 

Except a knock on your door interrupted your nightly routine of watching a few episodes of your favourite show. 

Nonetheless, you get up and check who was there. You find Lewis and Sebastian at the door. “Uh- are you okay?” You asked, confused as to why they were at your door. “Did something happen with the reservation?” 

“No,” Lewis shook his head, looking at you just as confused. “Why aren't you dressed?” 

“Dressed for?” You looked down at your outfit, your sesame street t-shirt covered the tops of your pjs pants, images of cookie monster all over the bright blue pants.

Was this the outfit you wished you were wearing when Sebastian showed up at your door? No, but you’re going with the flow. 

“You’re coming to dinner with us, aren't you? Why are you in your pjs?” Lewis was still looking at you a bit confused. You were at a loss, “I didn’t- I thought Britta was going with you?”

“Oh no, she’s got other plans. I figured you were coming, hence why I said 3.” He tells you like it was obvious. You glanced at Sebastian who just smiled at you, looking you up and down in your sesame street pyjamas. 

Suddenly, you felt like you were 15 again and you’re red in the cheeks like a schoolgirl.

You weren’t exactly in the mood for dinner plus you had already eaten when you arrived back at the hotel, so you tried an excuse. “I wouldn’t want to impose on your dinner, I'm sure you two have a lot to speak about.”

Lewis shook his head once again, “nonsense. She wouldn’t be imposing, would she, Seb?” 

“Not at all, please join us, y/n.” His eyes met yours, his words genuine. 

You huffed, feeling bad to turn down Seb. “Okay, fine. Let me get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs in 15 minutes if that’s okay?” They both agreed and left you to get dressed. 

15 minutes on the dot and you’re stepping off the elevator, your black dress stopped mid thigh and your hair sat perfectly on your shoulders as you thanked yourself for straightening your hair earlier in the day. 

“Hey,” Seb smiled when he noticed you. Lewis looks up from his chair, smiling at you. He feels his pockets as he stands up, realizing he’s missing something. 

“Forget something?” You asked, and he nodded. “Yeah, my phone. Oh shit, I promised Willow I'd call before her bedtime and..” he trailed off, checking his watch, “she’s gonna kill me. I gotta call her.” 

Seb turns to his friend, “do you want us to wait for you?”

“No no,” Lewis waves you two off, “you two go ahead, I’ll meet you there.” 

You two watch him jog back to the elevator before you head out, Seb driving you both to the restaurant. Just as you pull into the parking lot, your phone buzzes in your lap and when you look down, there's a text message. 

From Lewis Hamilton: Willow is keeping me tied up, I won’t be able to make it to dinner. Tell Seb I'm sorry, we can rain check! There's a card on the tab already so you two enjoy the night! 

"Everything okay?” He turned to you, noticing you're staring at the screen. You nod, showing him the text message from Lewis. “Well, the man says there’s a card on the tab, let's go have ourselves dinner.” He laughed, getting out of the car and walking around to open the door for you. 

He offered you his hand, letting you hold it as you stepped out of the ridiculously expensive Aston he was driving this weekend. 

The restaurant was quiet, you made to find something out of the way, away from the centre of the city so they would have privacy and could enjoy their meal in peace. The two of you were tucked away in the back, dinner on the table and your wine glass still full. 

You pushed the piece of chicken back and forth with the fork, only taking a few bites of your pasta. Sebastian noticed your quiet demeanour, different from your usual bubbly self. 

“Something wrong with your pasta? You can order something else.” 

You smiled, shaking your head, “no, it’s fine.” 

Eyes shifting from the pasta in front of you to the man across from you. He sat quietly, eating his dinner. His free hand resting on his lap as the other held the fork, his curly hair tucked behind his ear and you can notice the wrinkles in his brown button up, as if the hotel iron gave out on him mid way through pressing it. 

He notices your staring and looks up at you, smiling. “What’s on your mind, sunshine?” 

You shrug, taking a minute to gather your thoughts. You finally do after a few moments, Seb taking a sip of his wine when you speak; “Is this really it? You’re done after this season?” 

He chuckles, wiping his mouth with the napkin. “Yeah, this is it.” 

“Okay.. but you'll pull a Fernando and come back, right?” 

Seb laughs once again, shaking his head. “I don’t think so, I'm certain this is it for me. 

“But this.. this is really what you want?” You looked at him, your eyes met his blue ones. Sebastian nodded, brows furrowed as he looked at you. “I spent 15 years here, I gave the best years of my life to this sport, y/n. It’s time to say goodbye, at least to driving. I’ll always be attached to it, watching from afar.”

You’re quiet, still trying to wrap your head around it all. Sebastian reaches over the table, his hand on yours. “Seriously, what’s on your mind, y/n?” 

“Nothing,” you give him a smile but he doesn’t believe you. “Y/n, c’mon. I know you, something’s up.” 

You can’t help but laugh, “you don’t know me, Seb.” The German rolls his eyes, “of course I know you, why wouldn't I?” 

“I’m just a press officer.” 

“And I'm just a race car driver; it’s just who we are on the surface, isn’t it? There’s more to people than what you see, y/n.” He gives your hand a squeeze. 

Seb starts on a tangent, one more takes you back in more ways than one. 

“I know your birthday and your middle name, that you’ve got two brothers - one older and one younger. Your favourite colour is orange, an odd choice but I liked it,” he smiled. “You like roses but only the red ones, Lewis has ordered a dozen for you when you were sick and you couldn’t come to Silverstone back in.. 2016? I believe. You drive a red Mercedes but if anyone asks, you say it’s black because that’s what everyone expects of a Mercedes employee, though you sometimes slip up and say it’s white. You take cream and sugar in your coffee when you’re tired but usually it’s black and you’re not particularly big on pets but you really do love Roscoe, you’ve even got a photo of you and him as your laptop wallpaper.” 

“How did- Sebastian.. that’s.. yeah.” You smiled, the words to express your thoughts escaped you at the moment. 

“I liked to people watch,” he jokes, “but 10 years is a long time to get to know someone.” 

You nod in agreement, “yeah, it is.” 

The rest of dinner was eaten in silence, Sebastian’s words lingering in your head, replaying over and over again until you get sick of it, which was never because you could listen to him read the phone book and not get bored of it. 

He drove you back to the hotel, opened the doors for you both times and offered you his hand like a gentleman would. He even offered to walk you back to your room and who were you to say no to him?  

Sebastian’s hand rested on your lower back as you stepped off the elevator, he leaned on the wall as you dug through your purse for your key card. You could feel his eyes on you, with each glance, with each lingering look; his eyes burned into your skin, leaving a trail which you’d never wish to replace. 

“I didn't miss the way you look at me.” He says into the quiet hallway and you look at him puzzled, as you finally pulled the key card from your bag. 

“What?” 

“10 years.. it’s a long time. You can notice a lot in 10 years.” 

You nodded, a soft smile on your lips. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“I want to.. I couldn’t. We worked for opposite teams; RedBull, Ferrari, Mercedes. Lewis and I were battling it out for championships, it was a conflict of interest for me to be dating his press officer. It would be like him dating Britta,” Seb makes himself laugh with that last thought. 

The joke falls flat as you look at him. Your next words come out quietly; “I would have left.. for you.” 

“I know,” he nods. “But you love your job as much as I love mine, I could never ask that of you.” 

“Maybe it’s different now.. now that you’re leaving.” 

Your back is against the door, Sebastian takes a step towards you, his hand on your jaw and his eyes meet yours once again. The gap between you closes, his lips meet yours. “It already is,” he mumbles, smiling. 

“Are you gonna leave me out here, or invite me in?” He asks, step back so he could look at you properly. 

He watched as you swiped the key card, unlocking the door. You’ve yet to step into the room but left the door open as you stood in the doorway. “Bold of you to assume I'm inviting you in.” 

“Aren't you?” He steps closer, causing you to take a step back. “I so wanted to see you in those sesame street pjs again, it was very sexy.” He teased, earning a laugh from you. 

“Shut up,” you pulled him into the room, letting the door slam shut behind you. 

You left Sebastian getting comfortable as you went to change, into the very sexy pjs that Sebastian seemed to love soooo much but all the events leading up to this very moment and one other person crossed your mind, the one person who played a massive role in this. 

Your phone rested on the counter after you sent the message to him. 

To Lewis Hamilton: thank you. 

---- 

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[sebscore]

DRIVER X TGD HEADCANONS | SEBASTIAN VER.

pairing: sebastian vettel x driver!reader

author’s note: the legend himself won the poll so here are some nice facts about the dynamics between seb and our gzd!!

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• • • • • • •

:: They first met in 2011 when she was 11 years-old and he was 23 years-old at a karting competition.

:: She won and he gave her the trophy at the podium ceremony.

:: Y/N was freaking out, because she looked up to him and had a poster of him in her room.

:: Him and his father started helping her family out with karting, mechanics, sponsoring, etc.

:: Is he planning on posting a throwback photo of him mentoring her on his Instagram?

:: Absolutely!

:: He was mistaken for her dad once.

:: He wanted to die, she was having the time of her life.

:: Sebastian got her in contact with Susie Wolff, who got her in contact with Toto, who then sighed her to the Mercedes Junior Team.

:: He saw the natural talent she had for racing and didn’t want others to discourage her from pursuing her dreams.

:: There is this wholesome video of Sebastian trying to talk to a visible agitated Y/N. He puts his arm around her shoulder, and stops her from walking away and attempts to calm her down.

:: He was successful doing so :)

:: His daughters look up to her and Seb is very proud of that, because she’s one of the only people he would trust to be his kids’ role model.

:: The first time she ever overtook him in a race, he wasn’t even mad about it- just proud.

:: Y/N has a bunch of Seb helmets in her home that he’s given her over the years and all of them include sweet messages from him.

:: In conclusion: he’s her uncool grid dad (we all know who the cool one is).

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[writingshushf1]

Touch my body

Summary: you've been such a bad girl...

Rating: +18

Warnings: p! with no plot, humiliation kink, spanking, degradation, bit of a sir kink?

Word count: 1.3k

Note: i'm going to hell, god. i love this but really after this one? i should be writing the fluffiest fluff or a sad thing, really- it worn me out

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You had spent the whole evening teasing Sebastian and now you were going to pay for it.

The moment you two stepped inside of his home, he grabbed your wrists with one hand and put them on your back, pushing you to walk towards the living room. At that moment, the only thing you could hear was his heavy breathing close to your ear, you didn’t dare to say a word until he sat on the sofa.

“Seb…”

“Don’t.” The German crossed his arms looking at you. “Only in your panties, c’mon, the longer you take, worse it will be…” 

His eyes were eating you up while you took the pastel pink dress you wore. Since you weren’t wearing a bra, soon you looked how he wanted to - earning a groan escaping his lips when he saw your breasts hanging free. Vettel patted on his thigh, looking at you, but when you were about to sit on his lap, his hands went to your waist, laying down your body against his lap.

Your breath hitched in hesitation, knowing exactly what he was up to.

Before anything, he took his tie off, tying around your wrists, making you close your eyes and let your face sink a little bit against the sofa cushion. Sebastian’s hands started to roam around your body, holding your butt cheeks and spreading them, soon starting to grope them slowly. All this provocation was making you wet on your trousers and he was very aware of that, however, he pretended that he didn’t notice.

The first slap against your bum made you hiss and a smile came across his face.

“Oh, you don’t look so confident anymore, darling…” He whispered, holding your hair with his free hand. “That’s because you’re such a weak slut, right? Say it.”

“I’m a weak slut, Seb.”

“Good. Let’s see if you can take your punishment.”

Vettel spread your legs a bit, giving a hard slap on each cheek. While his other hand came back to the lower part of your body again, he smacked your flesh again. Your small whimpers made you feel a bulge underneath your body - he was so aroused with this somewhat roleplay of yours.

“So you think you can just tease me all night long, in front of my engineers and my boss and come out free? No, no, no. You’re a bad girl that needs to be taught.”

You couldn’t stop squirming under his touch, the slaps were making you feel so good, on the other hand, Sebastian was getting angry at all your movements, so he grabbed your cheek so hard that his fingernails left marks on it.

“Stop moving. Now.”

“Okay, sir.” You mumbled, however you earned a slap from it.

“Louder.”

“Okay, sir.” When he heard your words, he soothed your bum for a few seconds.

“Color?” He asked, fidgeting his hands on your underwear.

“Green.”

He took your panties out, letting his fingers pass into your core. The blond smiled to feel how damp it was.

“Such a bad girl, getting soaked with only a few slaps?” Sebastian smacked your cheeks again. “Let’s see if you can take it more than that. But remember, you can’t cum until I tell you so.”

His hand caressed around your sex, exploring its lips and entrance, but never your clit - which was making you ache in need of stimulation. Sebastian saw how much you needed that, so his thumb started to rub circles on top of it, while two fingers went inside of you, pumping insanely fast. You couldn’t hold your moans, that was everything you wanted in that moment - so did he.

The tip of his fingers moving inside of you were curled, making you get closer to your climax. You started to chant to Vettel “let me cum”, however he stopped moving, taking his hand out of your core, slapping your cheeks multiple times in punishment for asking to release yourself.

You whined in disapproval, but before you could protest any longer, his hand went to the little desk on the side of the sofa, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a pink rabbit vibrator. He teased you for a few seconds, turning it on and massaging around your small lips, then suddenly, he pushed all of it inside of you, pulling a sore moan out of your lips. A chuckle came out of Sebastian’s when he saw how fucked out you were already, but it was just the beginning. His hands were smacking against your ass again and again, making you feel your skin burn from all the spanking.

You were getting close again, so you looked at him, batting your eyelashes and putting on your best puppy face.

“Oh, the little slut wants to cum? Should I let you?”

“Yes, please, Seb… I want it so hard.”

“Do you think you deserve a reward for being such a bad girl?”

“But I…”

“No buts. I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

He reached out for the vibrator, taking it out of you and turning it off. Vettel got you out of his lap, but kept you laying down on the sofa, so he could kneel right next to you. The German took out his button up and buckled off his belt, pulling his pants down with his boxers. He was very hard and leaking pre cum, which made you salivate, wanting him inside of you.

Sebastian opened your mouth and soon as pushing his dick inside of it, going at a slow pace at first, to make you used to it. As he quickened his pace, tears were pricking down at the corner of your eyes, while he muttered profanities in german. He was going so fast that you started gagging often - and if he kept feeling that on him, he wouldn’t last.

“Maybe after this… You do deserve to cum.”

He laid your body flat against the sofa, pressing your face against the cushions, while he positioned himself behind you. His blue eyes stared at your body lusciously and a smile crept up on his face, the way that the German was completely obsessed with your body, was on another level.

“You’re such a beautiful slut. That’s why I love to fuck you restlessly.” He whispered

Vettel let his cock play between your folds, getting all your wetness before he pushed all in once, making you whimper.

“Seb!” You whined, he was somewhat big, so that wasn’t the most comfortable way to get in.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“So what then? You can’t actually take it? Tell me.”

“You’re too big…” You whined again, feeling a hand come around your throat.

“C’mon schatz… You can take it. Don’t you want to be a good girl and cum?”

“I do.”

“So you can take up my cock.” He murmured against your ear, squeezing your neck slightly.

He was insatiable, his thrusts were fast and rough, making you sob with how hard he was going into you. To soothe you, he started to circle your clit again with his fingers, which you trembled with the action, feeling your climax close again, finally.

His free hand tightened around your hips, his pushes now being messier than ever - he was about to reach his climax too. You came on his length, squeezing him inside, in reaction, he groaned your name loudly, releasing himself inside of you. He pulled out slowly, earning a moan from both of you. Immediately after, his fingers were scooping the cum that was leaking out of you, pushing it inside again.

Sebastian sat down on the free space of the sofa, pulling your body to get lulled by on his lap. You laid your head on the crook of his neck, letting his hands hold you tight and feel the pampering kisses around your face.

“Was it good for you, liebling?” He muttered.

“Really good. And you?”

“Amazing.” He chuckled.

“I think I should tease you more then…”

“I’m not completely opposed to that, just to let you know.”

You chuckled too, grabbing his face and giving a deep and romantic kiss.

[formulaa-1]

Hello! I would love some longer Seb content x reader Instagram au. There aren’t many out there! Thanks for reading! :)

instagram au 👌🏼 S.V

wife!reader x Sebastian Vettel

just y/n and seb and their little boy!🫶🏼(y/s/n means your sons name incase you didn’t know! :))

y/nvettel’s story

Sebastianvettel

Sebastianvettel: family is everything❤️y/n, y/s/n I love you both more than you will ever know ❤️

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mickschumacher: the best family !❤️❤️ tell y/s/n I miss him!

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y/nvettel: he misses his favourite uncle too❤️

lewishamilton: I thought I was his favourite ?

Sebastianvettel: you was the favourite yesterday.

User27: MINI SEB TAKES IT IN TURNS OF WHO HIS FAVE UNCLE IS STOP THATS SO CUTE🥺

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fan282: why is no one talking about the 2nd pic and how freaking cute it is???????

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y/nvettel: “im going to be just like papa!” 🫶🏼 he’s growing up so fast ❤️

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sebastianvettel: proud dad moment ❤️

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christianhorner: future redbull driver ?

Sebastianvettel: haha maybe

christianhorner: contracts already been written up!

user272: 😭😭horners obsessed w this family just like us

lewishamilton: nah he’s gonna beat all the records and be the best❤️

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fanofthevettels: this is just such wholesome content🥹🫶🏼 y/n, you slay all day everyday.

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y/nvettel: family time is the best time! <3 (yes, seb fell of the sledge 🌚)

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sebastianvettel: I’m the luckiest man on earth❤️

y/nvettel: and I’m the luckiest woman❤️

user272: my parents 🥹

fan3739: obsessed with this whole family is an understatement🤭

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fanpage_.: seb looks so happy on that sledge🫶🏼😭😭

y/nvettel: moments before disaster ! x

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authors note- this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for a week so here we go! Iv felt super unmotivated the past week but here we are❤️ feel free to send requests in ! They are much appreciated 🫶🏼

[theemporium]

It was supposed to be an innocent meeting.

You were a good student—an excellent one even. You chose your classes wisely, you didn’t let your grade drop and fluctuate much. You were sweet to your professors, you volunteered when you had free time, you excelled in your extracurriculars. You were the model student, the kind of student that other college students envied because you made it look so easy even if it was far from it.

Professor Sebastian Vettel’s class on apiology was right up your alley. You knew you were leaning more towards the environmental sciences for your major, but it also worked well with the credits you needed for the semester. And maybe it sounded a little cocky, but you didn’t think you would have much trouble in the class of one of the university’s most beloved professors. 

But you were wrong. 

You were struggling. You were struggling badly and it was starting to affect your overall grade for the year. And after receiving a disappointing mark on the last paper, you had sent Professor Vettel a pleading email for any extra credit projects that could help you boost your grade up. 

You tried not to feel disheartened when he replied that he doesn’t really do extra credit projects, but he advised you to visit his office on a Thursday night, just after his office hours. He told you he could see your potential and he just wanted to help a bright student shine in a class where you could be excelling in. 

You didn’t hesitate to accept his offer, thanking him immensely when you did.

You tried to ignore the way your heart stuttered when you walked through his office door after knocking, finding him sitting behind his desk. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned and exposing his chest, his sleeves were rolled to his elbows and, maybe it was the ambient light of the lamp beside him, but he looked far more casual and relaxed than he did in his classes. 

He greeted you with a soft smile and gestured towards the seat across from where you quickly settled down, tucking your hands under your thighs as you tried to ease the tightness in your chests. 

You hadn’t even meant to daze out when he started going over your last paper, but his words were going in one ear and out the other, and you just couldn’t focus on the words coming out his mouth when your eyes were so focused on the shape of his lips as he moved. It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realise he had stopped speaking, just looking at you expectantly as you flushed under his gaze.

“Come here.”

You blinked. “What?” 

“Come here,” he repeated again as he nodded towards his side of the desk. “I think it will help you to understand your mistakes if we look over it together.” 

“I—” You started but you cut yourself short as you hesitantly stood up, making your way around the desk. You paused as you stood by his seat, keeping your hands together as you glanced down at his laptop before glancing back at him. “Should I move a seat—”

“Sit down,” he said, his voice soft and commanding.

Your brows furrowed together. “What?”

“Sit down,” Sebastian repeated, his eyes darting down to his lap before looking back at you. “I won’t repeat myself.”

And maybe you should have just walked out of the office. Or even drag a chair around like you assumed he would want you to do. Maybe you should have done a lot of other logical things, but logic was never your forte when you were around Professor Vettel.

You cautiously lowered yourself onto his lap, perched on the edge like you were afraid to fully put your weight on him. And he let that slide—for a while at least. 

But as the minutes passed, his hands went from resting on the armrests to casually holding onto your waist. He leaned forward to point something out on his laptop, his lips right by your ear as he spoke but when he sat back, he pulled you back with him until your back was flushed against his chest. 

And despite your better judgement, you couldn’t help but give into every single one of his touches. 

“You’re squirming.”

You blinked, feeling your cheeks burn as you rose to stand up. “I’m sorry—”

His grip tightened on your waist, keeping your ass pressed against him. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he continued, his thumbs rubbing up and down in a soothing movement. “I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable.” 

“I am, sir.” 

His hands fisted the material of your skirt in his hands. “Are you?” 

“Yes,” you breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt his warm palms on your thighs. “Sir—”

“Is there a problem?” He asked, his voice dropping a little as you resisted the urge to clench your thighs together.

“Should we be doing this?” You whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?” Sebastian retorted.

“No,” you said, a little high-pitched and whiny as your hand darted out to grip his wrist, to keep his hands on you. “Don’t…don’t stop.”

Because you didn’t want him to stop even if a part of you knew it was wrong. You didn’t want him to stop as his hands trailed up your thighs and under your skirt. You didn’t want him to stop as his fingers lightly teased you over your cotton panties. You didn’t want him to stop as he slowly slid your panties down your legs until they pooled at your ankles, his fingers buried deep inside you before you could even kick them off.

“Please,” you sobbed, your face tucked into the crook of his neck as you squirmed on his lap. But he didn’t give in.

“You wanted to discuss your paper,” Sebastian said, lightly slapping your inner thigh until your teary eyes were focused on his laptop screen again. “Don’t be greedy now, schatz.”

“Sir,” you whined, your hips bucking against his palm but he didn’t move his fingers. 

“Good girls only get to come when they do their work,” Sebastian continued, trying to bite back his smirk as you leaked down his wrist and your own thighs. “Do you want to be a good girl?”

You nodded, whimpering. 

“Then, focus on the screen. And then maybe I’ll let you come, if you’re a good student f’me, yeah?”

And it was far from the last paper you would meet Professor Vettel to discuss in his office after his office hours.

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[lxndonorris]

stand by your side - Sebastian Vettel

Y/N x Sebastian Vettel Theme: Fluff/Angst Seb comforts you in time of need x taglist: @wolfsbanesbite @game-set-canet word count: 770+

You're pacing through your apartment, letting out an audible sigh. You don't dare look at the clock hanging behind you on the wall just above the doorframe. But the dooming thought of the upcoming doctor's appointment won't leave your mind even for a mere second. You wouldn't have scheduled one if it wasn't totally necessary.

Yet, the mention of that appointment is enough to tie up your stomach and send shivers down your spine. Unwillingly, you check the time again—one more hour. Shaking your head in disbelief, you keep on pacing from room to room, holding your phone close to your chest.

At least your friend group is trying to support you and cheer you up. They don't know how much stress you're going through just for this damn appointment, but you contemplate telling them—maybe just one of them. But who? So many thoughts race through your mind—just too many for one person to get under control.

Then a sudden noise snaps you out of this state—a key—someone is opening the door behind you. Surprised, you turn around. Not many people have a key to your apartment, and you're expecting no visitors today.

The door swings open slowly and gently. It's one of your closest friends, Sebastian.

"Hi." He says this with a warm but coy smile forming across his lips.

"Seb? What are you doing here?" You are confused.

Just then, you notice him carrying a huge bag, a backpack, and a cup of coffee. How did he even manage to open the door like that?

"I'm just here; uh, I brought you some coffee. And snacks." He lifts his arms, presenting the bag and the cup in his other hand. "I've also brought a smoothy if you're not in the mood for a hot drink, eh?" He struggles a little bit with the load he is carrying, and that's when you regain your composure.

"Oh, I'm sorry." You say you are approaching him to help him.

"No, it's fine." He says, lying obviously.

Sebastian hands you the coffee and sets the bag of snacks down on the floor before he lets out a quiet sigh as well.

The coffee cup is still steaming, and you put it down on the living room table. How did he carry it with his bare hands?

"This is so hot." You chuckle slightly before turning back to Sebastian. He isn't only carrying a dozen things, but he is also wearing a thick jacket, a beanie, jeans, and a pair of sneakers—his usual casual clothes.

"Yeah, I just got it from the bakery." He points behind him, chuckling as well.

Still confused, however, you watch him for a while, not sure what any of this means.

But then he coughs slightly. "I hope this isn't too much." Sebastian says in a rough voice, motioning to all the stuff he got you.

Shaking your head, you let your eyes wander over the coffee cup and the bag full of your favorite snacks—chocolate and cookies.

"This is so sweet." You say it quietly. "But why?"

Your eyes meet again, and his gaze is warm and comforting. It puts you at ease, and you keep looking at each other until he shrugs softly.

"The others called and told me you had an appointment." Sebastian says and hesitates, saying the last word out loud, not in a demeaning way but in a loving way. "So I wanted to cheer you up."

A shy smile forms on his lips again, but you can't believe what he just said. Looking down at the floor, you try to make sense of it.

A thousand thoughts run through your mind again, but then they ´vanish in an instant when your eyes meet again.

"Thank you." You say, holding back a quiet sob, but obviously, he already knows.

"It's okay." He says, wrapping you in a warm hug. "You don't need to tell us; tell me anything. We care for you, always." Sebastian caresses the small of your back, and you embrace him fully.

You can't hold back all the tears filling your eyes, but that's okay. He holds you close to his chest, close to his warmth.

"That's what friends are for." He places a kiss on your forehead and squeezes you gently.

After a while, you talk about the upcoming appointment, and he assures you that everything is going to be fine. He offers to join you and stand by your side, and you cannot say no to that.

Even though you still worry about what the doctor will say, now you know someone will be there to hold you.

[libraryofloveletters]

chapter nine: secrets come back to haunt

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: old faces return, seb's world is turned upside down, secrets are revealed, hidden relationship status so to speak, y/n is trying her best here, a bit of bashing, mentions of postpartum depression, a lot of back and forth, a small bit of crude/flirty humour from seb, dragging up the past, sadness - this is a really emo chapter sorry.

Word Count: 3.8k

Author’s Note: again, I'm sorry for disappearing. there's a lot going on lmao, but I'm back (for now) so take this :)

sugar and spice; all things nice masterlist

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Sundays were reserved for racing, they always have been.

Since Sebastian was 3 years old, all he's known was the race track. He'd spend hours with his family, going round and round on the track until he was forced out of his kart. Even as a grown man, it was the same; fighting for race wins and championship titles, Sebastian Vettel found himself surrounded by mechanics, loud cars and screaming fans.

Sunday mornings were a bit different now.

The scent of oranges and peaches filled the air, the clattering of shopping cart wheels were a change in pace from the ones he was used to. Amelia tugged her father's hand, getting his attention.

"What about this one, papa?" She asked her dad, blonde curls unruly and framing her face. Sebastian looked at what she was showing him, an apple with no bruises or dents, and nods.

"Perfect."

Milly dropped the apple into the bag she was holding, looking for another one as her father watched her.

It was quiet in the store, a few people shopping as well as the workers chatting as they did their jobs. Sebastian's mind drifted to you as he watched Milly pick out apples. Never would he have envisioned his life this way after everything that happened; happy, content.

There was a feeling building in his chest, not one of happiness but as if he was being watched. He lived a normal life now that he's retired but it's not abnormal for him to be noticed. More often than not, the person would say hello and ask for a photo, then they're on their way.

Today, for some reason, Sebastian couldn't shake the feeling.

This was a bad feeling.

Sebastian tries to shake off the thought, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. But no matter where he went, that feeling stuck with him like a stubborn shadow.

Unable to shake it off, Seb glances over his shoulder and his heart stops, skips a beat, and drops to his stomach all in the matter of a second.

He wasn't certain if he was seeing right or if he was imagining things.

Brown hair cascaded over the woman's shoulders, her eyes scanning what was in front of her for a moment before she looked up - as if she felt him looking at her.

As he lived and breathed, he didn't think he'd ever see her again, let alone at the grocery store on a Sunday morning.

The woman smiles at him, Sebastian turns away and his attention is back on Amelia. "Sweetheart," he calls out to her, the little girl puts the bag with apples into the cart and looks at her dad.

"Hm?"

"We need to go," he grabs her hand and her brows furrow, confused by her father's sudden actions. "What? What's going on papa?" She asks, following her father as he walks towards the exit with her.

The shopping cart abandoned in the middle of the produce section, Milly's little legs moving as quick as they can as she follows her father out of the store.

"Papa," she calls out of him, the man helping her into the car.

"I think I left the oven on," he fibs, the concern on his face was enough to sell it. A small oh left her lips as he shuts the door and gets in himself, the two of them heading back to the house.

Sebastian lets her in, Milly stays by the front door as Sebastian walks to the kitchen. The girl follows behind her father, peeking from the doorway to see that the oven was in fact off.

"It's not on," she tells him, brows furrowed as they were before they left the store. Seb hums, shrugging. "Better safe than sorry, hm?"

She pouts, "can we go back to the store, papa? I wanna get cookies!"

"We're already home, love bug." He walks over to her, scooping her up in his arms. Sebastian twirls her around, her giggles settling his feelings - all the worries melting away. "How about we order something for lunch and then we can go over to y/n's? I'm sure Liv would love to make cookies with you."

She nods, a big grin on her face - granted a tooth or two that were missing. "Yeah!"

Sebastian puts her down, kissing the top of her head before she runs off to the living room, putting the tv on.

It takes Sebastian a minute to gather himself. All of the thoughts running wild and the most horrifying feeling passing through him when he saw her in the store today. A million different things happened at once and he wasn't sure what to do, or how to react, or if he should go up to her or not.

He couldn't think of putting Milly through that situation yet again, it was hard enough when she started growing up and asking for her.

The doorbell rings, and once again Sebastian is paralyzed with fear.

Fear of what's to come, what she could possibly want, what he would tell Milly if the situation were to escalade.

He never moved, the same house they started to build their life in was the same house she walked out of and never looked back. Why would she come back now?

There's a knock this time, small and gentle but loud enough for him to hear.

Walking to the door, he sees not one but two figures on the other side of the frosted panel. One taller and one smaller, he smiles when he realizes who it is.

"Hi Mr. Seb!" Liv smiled at the man, he smiled back at her. "Hi sweetheart, come in." He steps aside from her to come in and all the noise alerts Milly that someone was at the door.

"Hi Liv! Hi y/n!" The blonde girl waves to you, you wave back to her as she and Liv run upstairs to her room to play.

Sebastian pulls you into a hug after you shut the door, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt - you're here, you're real, you're home.

"Are you okay?" Your question comes out quietly, your own fingers tangled in the unruly curls at the nape of his neck - you should remind him to get a haircut soon.

Sebastian hums, sighing as he lets you go. "I'm okay, just needed a hug." He says, now holding your hand as you two walk to the living room. He sits down, pulling you into his side and the sound of SpongeBob's laughter breaks the silence in the room.

Despite Seb assuring you that he's fine, you still felt as if he was hiding something from you. An arm stretched over the back of the couch, mindlessly twirling his hair.

"Seb?" You called.

"Yes honey?" He turns to look at you, a soft smile on his face.

"What's on your mind? You look.. tense."

"Nothing a good back rub won't fix," he says, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.

"Sebastian.." You rolled your eyes playfully but your tone was enough to let him know you weren't fond of his change in topic.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes shifty and his chest rising and falling as if he had just finished a race. "I uh.." he starts, taking another deep breath. "I saw Lilly."

Your brows furrow; it takes a moment for you to connect the dots but when you do, your jaw hangs open, looking at your boyfriend. "You saw.. Lilly?"

"Yeah." He says, nonchalantly.

"Where- um.. did she.. where did you see her?"

Seb sinks back into the cushions, looking at you. "She was at the grocery store. Mils and I were shopping and I felt someone staring at me. I turned around and there she was, alive and well."

"Did you talk to her? Did she come over to you guys?"

"No, I grabbed Milly and left before she got a chance too. I don't even know if she really registered that it was me or if she was just looking in my direction."

You nodded, going quiet for a moment. "Do you think.. maybe she'll come looking for you guys? I mean, I know you looked for her after she left but, did she ever try to reach out to you guys?"

"No, never. After she left, she never looked back. I searched for her, hired PIs, called her family, I did everything I could but she was gone. I don't know why she's back, I didn't care to find out."

You understood where he was coming from. You felt the same way about Olivia's father but after all, Sebastian is his own person with his own feelings.

"Maybe she's got her reasons, and like you said, maybe she didn't even register that it was you. Perhaps she's back for something that has nothing to do with you and Milly." You say, squeezing his shoulder softly.

Sebastian nods, leaning into your touch. The two of you sat there in silence for a bit, not bothering to change the cartoons Milly had left on until Sebastian stood, announcing that he was off to take a shower.

You left him in the living room, off to make yourself some tea when he hugs you from behind. His chin on your shoulder, "wanna join me?"

"Join you where? In the shower?"

"Yeah," he whispers, kissing your neck softly.

You roll your eyes, "keep it in your pants, Sebastian. We've got children upstairs."

"It's okay, we can use the bathroom down here, and they won't hear anything over the water."

You laughed, "how sweet of you to come up with a solution. Go shower, I'll see you after." You turn, giving him a kiss before sending him off his way - begrudgingly if you asked him.

As he disappeared up the stairs, you made yourself busy and cleaned up the kitchen a bit. You loved Sebastian but between his affinity for trying new things and his messiness, the kitchen was a disaster zone. Something resembling pancake mix sat almost empty on the counter and there was a stack of plates in the sink, utensils sticking out between them.

If you cleaned up a bit, the four of you could head out for an early dinner with the girls and perhaps catch a movie afterwards.

Hands covered in soapy water when the doorbell rings, you didn't think Sebastian was expecting anyone. Perhaps it was his parents coming for a visit or a neighbour seeking out something. There's a knock, yet a few seconds after the bell rings. Well they're rather impatient, you think.

"Coming!" You shouted, wiping your hands on the hand towel, slinging it over your shoulder as you made your way to the door.

Upon opening the door, you're met with a woman. Slender and tall, brown hair tossed over her shoulders and brown eyes to match. Her face shows an expression of confusion as she tries to look past you into the house.

"Hi, can I help you?" You asked, shifting slightly to block her view of the entryway.

She looks you up and down, before making eye contact with you. "I'm looking for Sebastian."

"Sebastian.." You trailed off, not 100% sure if she meant your Sebastian or just any random man off the street named Sebastian. Well after all, she probably meant your Sebastian as she was at his house.

"Vettel," she says, her brows furrowed and her face seems displeased with your answer. "Sebastian Vettel, does he live here?"

You aren't sure how you're supposed to handle this. What if she was some stalker? You're not gonna tell her yes.

"Can I ask why you're looking for him?" Yet again, you're met with a look of displeasure and annoyance.

"I'm Lilly, his wife."

Your heart drops to your stomach; his wife. It was obvious to the woman standing outside that you knew who she was now, that you knew Sebastian and clearly you weren't aware he was married.

"I- give me a moment." You tell her, shutting the door and heading up the stairs.

You find the bathroom door unlocked and Sebastian turns to see who came in, towel wrapped around his waist. He smiles when he sees you.

"What? Decided you wanted a piece of this after all?" He gestures to himself, making an obscene face while wiggling his eyebrows.

You shook your head, "she's downstairs."

"What? Who's downstairs?"

"Lilly. Lilly's downstairs. She's outside, looking for you. She also said-" You shook your head, sighing. "Never mind."

Sebastian gives you a look, getting dressed as quickly as he can. "What? What did she say?"

"She said she's your wife."

His forehead wrinkled, clearly confused. "We weren't married. Engaged, yes, but she left. I haven't thought about that in years."

There was more to the story, you didn't want to press him, at least not right now. "Okay," you nodded. "What do I tell her?"

"I'll deal with her," he says, stepping past you.

You follow him down the stairs, Sebastian heading towards the front door and you were off to the living room, feeling slightly out of place. He grabs your hand, "where are you going?"

"I don't-" "No, I want you with me." He says, holding your hand as he leads you back to the front door.

He takes a deep breath, opening the door to see Lilly there. You're stood in the doorway, door pulled half way shut behind you and Sebastian steps out onto the porch with Lilly.

"Hi honey," she says to Sebastian, her words laced with sweetness. You swallowed, watching the exchange between the two of them. Sebastian was a few feet away from her, "hello Lilly."

"So formal," she smiles at him, almost teasingly. He doesn't react. "How are you?"

He's straight to the point. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you, and Milly."

"Amelia," he corrects her, "you don't get to call her that."

"Why not?" She asks, "she's my daughter, Sebastian."

He can't help but scoff, shaking his head at the woman. "You can't call yourself her mother if you haven't been in her life, Lilly. You've been gone 6 years, do I need to remind you of that?"

Lilly's eyes widened, feigning a look of surprise - as if she wasn't expecting Sebastian to say that, as if he'd just let her walk back into their lives.

"What do you need? Money?" He asks her, unsure as to what her actual motive was.

"No," she shook her head, huffing. "I'm here to see my daughter, and you."

"You can't see her."

"Why not?" She fought back, stepping closer to him. Sebastian takes a step back. "I need to see her, Sebastian."

"I'm not letting you see her, Lilly. You walked out of our lives, out of her life and you don't get to walk back in just because you feel like you're ready to be a mother."

Lilly rolled her eyes at the man. "I am her mother."

"Only biologically."

There's a noise from behind you, all three of you turning to see what it was. Milly and Liv were coming down the stairs, looking for you and Seb. You glance at your boyfriend and he nods towards the girls, you take that as you sign to leave them and head inside. The door shut behind you, the silhouettes of the two people on the porch seen through the panel of frosted glass.

"Who's outside?" Liv asks you, the girls look towards you for an answer.

You fib, "just a neighbour, they needed Seb's help with something. How about a snack ?" You ushered them towards the kitchen, glancing over your shoulder to the door before walking away with the girls.

The brown haired woman looked through the panel, seeing you with the two girls. "Is that her? Milly?"

Seb glances to see the blonde girl sharing something with her best friend and he nods.

"So who's the woman? My replacement?" Lilly looks towards him for an answer. Her tone ignited an anger in him but he bites his tongue.

"She's not a replacement, you've been gone for 6 years. I'm allowed to move on with my life. Don't speak about her that way."

Lilly raised her eyebrows, yet again surprised by Sebastian's feistiness. "Is that so?"

"She's my girlfriend, have some respect. She's been in Milly's life long before that, treating her as if she was her own. She's more of a mother to her than you are."

"You have another woman raising my child?"

"You didn't raise her, so frankly I don't think you have a say in that. She's been nothing but good to Milly, she loves her and cares for her. She's a good influence, and never has she ever done anything to make anyone think otherwise."

Lilly asks the question he knew was coming; "Do you love her ?"

It was a simple question, really. He didn't even need to think about the answer. It was instinct.

"Yes, I do."

It goes quiet for a moment, Sebastian can see the hurt on Lilly's face. A part of him feels bad but he also shouldn't feel bad as it's not his fault they're in their situation, is it?

"Why are you really here, Lilly?"

"I told you," she starts, "I want to be a family, Seb. I want you and mil- Amelia," she corrects herself, "back. I want us to be together again. I know I left, but you have to see with me, it was so hard. You were never there, Seb. It was me and Amelia by ourselves, it's so hard caring for a baby, especially one that cried and screamed all night. I was restless and tired, and upset that you weren't there for me, I couldn't do it anymore. I didn't know what else to do."

It breaks Seb's heart to see her like this, after all she is Amelia's mother and once his fiancée, but it's not fair to him or to Amelia either.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, I really am but I did the best I could, you have to understand my side of things too." He sighs. "I had a job, you knew how demanding it was, you knew I'd be away from home a lot. I didn't party, I didn't go on lavish trips with the team, I turned down events and brand ambassadors so I could have as much time as possible at home with you two. I tried, Lilly. You think I didn't want it to work? For us to be a family?"

She looks at him, it felt like it did 6 years ago, the two of them fighting over the things they can't change, the impossible circumstances in which life had dealt them.

"Had you told me you needed a break, that you needed to be alone for a bit, we would have figured it out but you didn't. You left, Lilly. Snuck off in the middle of the night without so much of a warning. I didn't know what else to do. I looked for you, for months, calling you, your family, begging for them to tell you to come home and you never did. I'm sorry but I can't let you walk back in after all of that. It's not only you that went through a rough time, so did we."

"We were engaged," she says, words coming out quietly. "Does that mean nothing to you?"

He looks at her, heart in his hands, the feeling weighing heavy on him. "No," he shakes his head, words just as soft and full of sorrow. "Not anymore."

She lets out a shaky breath, nodding. There's a feeling of despair, perhaps even disappointment lingering. The idea of what could have been, what life would have been like had she stayed, the good and the bad. Who's to know if they'd still be together after all of it if she had stayed or if they'd be on the same path they were on now.

That's the harsh reality of life.

"Tell her I love her," Lilly tells him, stepping off the porch. "I always have."

"I know," he nods, "she knows that too."

And with that, she's off. Much like the first time, yet so different. All the things that should have been said were out in the open and a weight was off of Sebastian.

He stepped back into the house as the girls were headed back upstairs. "What did the neighbour want, papa?" Milly asks her dad, her sweet face looking up at him.

"Nothing really, baby. Just needed my help to move something from the garage into their house."

She nods, she and Liv head back up to her room to play. Sebastian sees you leaning on the counter, arms folded over your chest as you watch him with your daughters. He smiles sweetly at the girls before making his way down the hallway to you.

"Everything okay?" You rub his back softly as the man collapses into you.

"Yeah," he whispers, holding you a little tighter. "Everything is okay."

"Has she left?" You let him go, he moves to stand beside you and mirrors your lean on the counter. "Mhm hm, I don't think she's coming back."

You hum, unsure what the right thing to say is. If you say good, it seems like you want her gone. If you say okay, it seems like you don't care. A hum is simple, an answer in itself.

Sebastian can see the wrinkles on your forehead, his finger pointed as he counts. "One, two, three, four.."

"What are you doing?"

"Counting your wrinkles," he says with a smile. You laugh, swatting his hand away. Sebastian pulls you into his side, an arm slung over your shoulder. "What's on your pretty ol' mind? Penny for your thoughts?"

"My thoughts cost more than a penny, Sebastian."

"Well, lucky for you y/n, money is no objective."

You give him a small smile, shifting to look at him. "Why did you never tell me you were engaged?"

He takes a moment, before shrugging. "It's not that I was hiding it from you but it was a long time ago, it's not something I like to talk about. It just reminds me of a bad time in my life, that's all."

It was a fair enough answer, you don't need to know everything about his life. He didn't know everything about your life.

He nudges your shoulder, "why? Do you have a secret engagement you're hiding from me?"

"Oops, did I forget to tell you?" You play a look of shock, a hand over your mouth. "The prince of Dubai and I are set to get married next weekend.

Sebastian smiles, "you know, I've met the prince of Dubai, he's a really nice guy. I think you'll be very happy in your marriage."

You laugh, swatting his arm. "I'm sure I will be."

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Sebastian Vettel and Baking Christmas Treats [no warnings]

Day 3 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

You have never been able to understand how your husband brings such a gentle wave of peace to a household, but you would never complain. 

Complaining would be pointless, especially when the ability to keep such a peaceful home had gained you an extra hour in bed that morning. It would have been so simple to let sleep overtake you, bury your head into your husband’s pillow and drift back into slumber, but curiosity had taken the better of you.

For a start, there was music coming from downstairs, upbeat, festive songs floating through the open-plan kitchen and up the stairs. You could hear his voice, singing along to each song which came on, only seemingly more performative in his vocals as they continued. Without hesitation, you slipped on the dressing gown which he had lovingly left at the end of your bed, adjusting the blankets on the bed and slipping away from the bedroom. 

“Sweetheart?” Your footsteps were clearly not as subtle as you had intended. It either must have been that or the fact that you had stepped on the one creaky stair; both of you kept reminding one another it needed fixing, though with the life you both lead, sometimes it was easier to place a job aside for another day. “Are you coming to join?”

Stepping into the kitchen, you were certain you felt your heart melt and rejoin in various patterns. Your husband stood at the counter, blonde curls which he had finally let you trim still as unruly as when you had first met. He’s wearing an old t-shirt, his pajama pants are clearly stained, though to you he is still the most handsome man in the universe. In one hand, he holds a baking tray, shortbread biscuits already baked and if your visual clues are correct, ready for decorating. In the other, a blinking, smiling one-year-old, her curls identical to her father, but blessed with your eyes. 

“Good morning, Momma!” His voice raises an octave, gently bouncing your daughter in his grasp and placing down the baking tray, his free hand now motioning you over. Your routine settles in, pressing a soft kiss to your daughters forehead, another to Sebastian’s lips. 

“Are we decorating, then?” You adjust the sleeves of your dressing gown, making sure that they won’t dip into the icing or sprinkles he had already bought out. It had become a tradition when you were first dating, long before the birth of your daughter or even moving in together; the first weekend of December was for making Christmas Cookies and watching movies. Whereas last year was some slapstick about a holiday romance, you were more than excited to flick back to an animation this year for the youngest member of the family. 

The youngest member in question has already transfixed onto the bright colors of the icing and sprinkles, cooing loudly and attempting to reach her tiny hand to grasp at the decorations. Your husband has always been a firm believer in physical development, hence why he gently leant forward, letting her hands grab onto what he thought would be one of the cookies they had baked whilst you had been asleep. 

It all happens too quickly for you to stop; one hand dips into the royal blue icing before lifting dramatically at the sensation, flinging her tiny paw away from the counter and into your husband’s face, his chin and lips now frosted in icing. 

For a moment, you think you’re about to have a crying baby and an annoyed husband - but, this is Sebastian. More importantly, his daughter inherits so many of your traits, though one which he holds close to his heart; the ability to laugh and smile anything off. Immediately, your daughter falls into a bout of giggles, her father being painted bright blue clearly amusing.

And of course, you can’t disagree, laughing alongside the baby as you walk over to the drying rack, collecting some kitchen paper to wipe away the frosting. 

“Thank you, my darling.” He shakes his head at the grinning baby, still in fits of giggles as you gently take her hand, wiping away the remaining icing, before turning the attention to your husband, gently cleaning his jaw and chin. When the icing only remains on his lips, you pull away, smirking. 

“I think you missed-” He begins, before realizing your intentions, his own grin mirroring your own. Lips are finally back on his own, the feeling of kissing you always identical to the first time; how his heart had raced and was shocked to believe it was actually happening. You were kissing him. 

He would have kept it up, completely forgotten the cookies for another hour, if he hadn’t felt a tiny hand on his cheek, a whine from his daughter. The moment he pulls away, her tiny face is pressed to yours, adamant that she now wants kisses from her mama. The two of you trade her off, letting her nuzzle into your chest and blink up at your face whilst keeping eye contact with her father. 

“Traitor.” He mumbles. “My own girls are against me!” It’s said with nothing but the sincerest amount of love, really. 

“Awah, she just wants to decorate cookies, don’t you?” Your attention presses to look at the baby, kissing the top of her forehead. Sebastian doesn't hesitate this time in stepping forward, his arm around your shoulder as you both step back towards the cookies, keeping traditions whilst adding a third member to the memories.

[sebscore]

hello! i’m the one who asked for fluff with rbr seb, i meant a one shot if that’s okay with you :)

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DRINK WATER, NOT ALCOHOL | SEB V.

pairing: rbr!sebastian vettel x fem!reader

warnings: drunk seb. swearing.

author's note: thank you so much for requesting something for our beautiful princess that was rbr seb! I had fun writing this one so I hope you like how it turned out!! don't be shy and let me know what you think of it! also, if you get the title reference- you’re a legend and you should be my friend! 💞

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''Hey, what are you doing? Hey! Stop it!'' Sebastian drunkenly professed, pushing the unwanted arms away from his chest. ''I have a girlfriend, go away!''

''You're kidding, right?''

''It's not cool, just stop it!'' The Red Bull driver attempted to move away from the undesired touches. The person in front of him didn't seem to understand the man wanted to be left alone in his drunken state.

The countless refills of his beer must have done some serious damage to Sebastian's vision, because there was no reason for him to pry away from the person who found him almost sleeping on his friend's couch.

Sebastian hadn't been able to properly celebrate his second World Championship title with his friends from home. That's why one of his best mates had organized a party at his home to commemorate the driver's title defense.

Everyone was having a great time, especially the man of the hour. Y/N had seen her boyfriend drunk before, but this time it was quite a different sight. So when she saw him stumbling into one of the many rooms, she couldn't help but check up on him.

Upon walking into what seemed a ''man's cave'', she was met with a practically unconscious man, drool coming out the side of his mouth.

Y/N tried moving him into a more comfortable position as he almost fell on the cold floor. However, he protested and started pushing her away, claiming he had a girlfriend.

Sebastian didn't recognize her.

''You have a girlfriend, huh?''

He hummed at her words, a smile finding its way to his face. ''Yeah.''

''Tell me about her.'' Y/N smirked, sitting down on the ground next to him.

An unexpected snort left his mouth. ''Why do you want me to talk about her?'' But before Y/N could answer him, he proceeded. ''She's- she's so fucking hot.'' He grinned, his eyes still closed.

''She's just so- ugh, perfect. We first met when we were like 20 and it was before I was in F1 so she had no fucking idea who I was,'' he chuckled, ''but she smiled at me and I don't know what she thought of me, but I thought she was beautiful. I thought she looked like the most beautiful thing in the world.'' Sebastian smiled, almost in a dreaming state.

''I love her more than anything, I know I should tell her more- she's always there for me. That's why you can't kiss me, okay? It would hurt her and I don't want to do that. I would never want to do that, it would kill me.''

Y/N admiringly watched him, touched by the things he just told her. It was a given that Sebastian loved her, she would be an idiot not to see it. But when he said that it would kill him if he would hurt her, it hit different.

''Can you go find my girlfriend, please? I- I miss her.'' He stuttered out, making a lousy attempt to point at the door.

She tried greatly to not burst out in laughter, finding her boyfriend absolutely adorable. ''Yes, I'll go get her.'' Y/N got up from the floor, grinning to herself. She waited for a good ten seconds by the door before closing it with more force than usual.

The harsh sound made Sebastian flinch and he swiftly sat up, his hand on his chest as if he was clutching a necklace made out of pearls. ''Huh? Wha- what? Y/N? Oh, baby! I missed you so much!'' As soon as she saw him notice her, she quickly made her way over to him again. His arms found their way around her and he peppered kisses all over her face. ''You found me!''

''I did,'' she laughed, ''I'm gonna get you some water, alright? You've had enough drinks for a few weeks.''

Y/N made an advance to leave and get to the kitchen, but Sebastian firmly held her in his embrace. ''No~'' he whined, ''don't go! I don't want you to leave me!"

The woman got up despite his cute whining. ''I'll be back in a minute, loverboy. By the way, I won't give you a kiss until that alcohol-stinking mouth of yours has been washed.'' She ruffled his hair, dodging his last effort to get her to stay.

''Then get me some damn water!"

[bon2bonn]

Almost S.V#5

Sebastian Vettel X red bull!engineer!reader

Words count : 2.7k

Synopsis :

" I'm almost me again , she was almost you"

Warnings : grammar, not proof read nor edited.

Another race day ending with a joyous celebration , the team's high spirit created an uplifting atmosphere as they all wandered around in and out of the garage at the end of the day .

The pit crew along with some of the engineers opted to stay out after celebrating yet another podium with Max leading the championship, the rest staying back to pack what's meant to be moved tonight and the rest is left for tomorrow , the Head engineer who stayed back along with technicians , and max who gave a quick preifing before he was whisked away for some interviews and the post-race conference are all revising today's data's making quick notes and packaging everything for later assessment .

Finishing up you turned to review everything one more time just to make sure everything is saved accordingly , satisfied with the work you packed your things ready to head out , collecting the freshly printed reports all tucked safely in your backpack . Looking down as you were about to head out , you found a little girl not older than 5 as she estimated holding hand of who seemed to be her little brother , around two years old , both looking awfully familiar , with wild blonde hair and Peircing pairs of eyes curiously taking in the buzzing engineers as they worked on the cars standing close to you .

Looking around you assumed they're either lost or wandered away from their parents as she found no one around beside her team , so you approached but not too close to startle them leaning down with a gentle smile " hello" both turned to you , the boy shuffled behind his sister who stepped up giving a wide confident grin " hi , I'm Lilly" sticking her hand out for a handshake "and this is Matthew" before turning her head to her brother whispering something that he nod at before he gave you a small greeting "hi" that got him a wide smile back "hello Lilly and Matthew, I'm Y/N , it's nice to meet you two . but what are you two doing here all alone ?" The girl shook her head and her brother did too pointing outside " papa , out there " his sister added " we're not alone , our papa is outside . We wanted to see the cars! " You gave them knowing look before asking "do you like them ?" They both nod enthusiastically "they're so so super fast!" giving them a wide grin "well , I'm glad you like them , I made them with my friends to go super super fast " both looked at you as if you told them you're Santa in the flesh, asking in awe "you made them!? " , " mhmmm" you hummed back "really?" , "Really , really" that got the little girl to ask you seriously "can you make me one too, please?" Giving her best puppy eyes for better effect, " I need a fast one like this so I can win when I go racing next year!" You gave it a thought for a moment before coming with an idea " how about I show you something first ?" The girl nod her head and took the hand you offered to her and her brother held her other hand all getting to the parked car , you moved closer while greeting a couple of passing by colleagues then turning to the little ones asking them " you want to sit inside?" With a nod she held up her arms being lifted to sit down inside the cockpit her small body was swallowed by the bulk of the machine , adjusting to perk her head up to look at you beside the car , her brother stepped up lifting his arms up demanding to be lifted too "up !" giving him a smile before picking him up hight earning a full belly laugh at the rush before settling him beside his sister who gladly made room for him to sit .

"So , what do you think? " They both gave an exited grins , Matthew raised his hands exclaiming happily" it's a big car!!" his sister nods with the same exited grin " it's soo coooool!" Before contemplating something and adding with a slight pout "but it's too big ! , I can't race in it , I can't see !, I won't be able to pass others in it!" , you hummed in agreement " yeah it's big because it goes on big tracks and race against other big cars it won't be good in small tracks " lilly nods in disappointment , you gave it a minute before exclaiming as you suggested " how about we make a few changes?" That got her attention as she asked hopefully "we can ?" . You affirmed in a very serious manner "of course we can , now who's up for making a new super fast race car " both exclaimed at that .

You all sat down in the corner away from the still working team , hunched over a big sheet on the ground , the kids sitting on both sides leaning into you all too focused on the task at hand pointing out details every now and then as they watched your quick and calculated lines as you sketched out the plan of what would be a go cart , soft music playing in the background causing you three to sway your heads and humm occasionally along the tunes playing out .

Not long after they were adding the finishing touches , looking content with the final product , a pair of footsteps approached before stopping before them , looking up you were greeted with a very amused Christian along with a disappointed Sebastian who had his arms crossed giving both of his kids a scolding look as they both tried to act innocent as if they didn't run off causing him to lose his mind . " now what do we have here?" Asked Christian looking between the three accomplices before him .

You sat back a torment going between you heart and mind , now it clicks to you why they looked so awfully familiar, the same wild hair , brilliant blue eyes that mirrored his , the confident yet polite attitude that they definitely got from him , now as he stood before you locking eyes with his that you dearly loved and missed , it took a minutes for all your walls to crumble again , and in an attempt to salvage what's left of your will , you turned to the kids giving them a smile as you still sat between them " alright now, what do we think?" They both gave you their approval before they turned to their father chatting his ears off as they dragged him to sit on the floor right beside you , both of you are hyper aware of how close you are , he relaxed while taking a look at their work as he nods along to their explanation , taking in the colors and scrambled writing on the sides topped with a bee drawn on the car's hood smiling fondly at your handwritten notes and instructions on the side , each note accompanied with a small bear or a flower that he knows was Lilly's idea .

Giving his praises and showing Christian next , letting them drive their attention to him explaining thoroughly each part and each scrap, he turned to you trying to get a better look only finding you looking away , your hair covering your face as you actively ignored his burning eyes . You went to stand but Christian beats you when he said in a thoughtful voice " that's a really good design looks like a winning cat to me ! , but it's missing something, what do you think kids ? " Both kids eyes lights up as Lilly asked " stickers?" Matthew nods rapidly as he pointed to the parked car not far away , Christian chuckled holding his hands out for them as they followed him eagerly " C'mon , that car won't be as nice without some good stickers, and I know we have them somewhere around here" they left but not before he gave Sebastian a subtle but pointed look before they turned the corner.

He took a deep breath before he turned to you , "hi" he tried to break the tense silence, you gave a quick glance at his direction with a curt nod " hello Sebastian" he winced at his full name but kept a brave face " how have you been?" You trained her eyes on the paper before you still avoiding his eyes " I've been alright" he nods and went on to speak but get cut off before he could utter any other word " just don't" you shook your head moving to collect the markers and pens scattered around them . But he wasn't backing down " please , Y/N . You can't keep on avoiding me like this , running away won't....." You paused your task asking him in furious voice " I'm the one ignoring you? " He shut his eyes in regret knowing that he messed up his chance with his choice of word's as you looked beyond pissed "Sebastian you cut me off the moment you signed the damned Ferrari contract! , That , let me remind you YOU didn't even tell me about or or about that you were leaving in the first place , and now when you have the guts to come around , you start with this!?" He tried to reach for your clenched hands but you backed away "I'm sorry" you scoffed " no Sebastian, you, don't get to be sorry " you turned to the work station throwing what you've collected into the holder before turning again in frustration "And for what exactly ? For leaving? For cutting me off ? For breaking your promises? for what Sebastian?" He stood too watching with defeat how you went on picking the papers and putting aside the kids work , trying to muster any courage he have left " I know that sorry won't ever be enough " you agreed " then don't bother with those empty words when you know they won't change anything " you stood in silence with your back facing him not seeing the hurt in his eyes as they stung as he took in you hunched shoulders and shaking hands " at least look at me " his voice more hoarse now and thick with defeat , you shook your head refusing to turn " I can't, you're not him anymore" your words gripped his heart throwing his hopes with the wind , but he didn't have the time to come with anything to salvage what's left as the kids came back each holding a sheet of stickers and some were on their cheeks as they returned to them with Christian not far behind , one look let him know how it went and he sighed heavily before approaching them .

The kids eagerly showed their bright stickers and handed them to their dad with Lilly asking him to boost her up to reach the work station to put the final touches, he Obliged sitting her up and before he could turn to do the same with Matthew the boy went up to you raising both his arms up for you with a wide smile " up , up!" You gave him a small smile picking him again with another boost up causing him to let a small giggle, sitting him beside his sister attempting to distract yourself by asking him quietly where he'd like to put his stickers , helping him carefully peel them and pressing them down where he placed them after looking each time for your approval of the placement .

the last thing you did was placing three more stickers on the side each have your names written beside it , Matthew picked a small car sticker after insisting on it , leaving lilly to pick a trophy with a star on the other side of her name and you chose a small wrench sticker each scraping your names and helping Matthew tracing his before you looked at it in accomplishment.

You rolled the design carefully looking for a sheet holder and you found a cardboard holder laying to the side , securing the lid and taking a marker from the table, you wrote on the lid and on the side then handed it out to lilly " here you go , now you have the right size to go out and pass everyone with no trouble " she took it eagerly holding it with both hands and showing a wide grip with a missing tooth as she thanked you purposefully.

You gave her a genuine smile happy that you could help . Before turning around picking your bag deciding it's time to go . You turned to them as they were watching you with curious eyes and Seb with longing ones that you ignored " alright people, it's time for me to head out " you approached the kids with your hand out for a shake " it's nice to meet you Lilly , I wish you all the best with your car " but the girl shook her head opening her arms for a hug instead " thank you miss. Y/N " you patted her back gently " you're very welcome lilly" turning to Matthew as he too reached out " and you too Matthew " you gave him a peck on the cheek causing him to hide his face as it turned red . giving them one last wave as you turned , moving in steady step towards the door and around the corner but you heard Sebastian call for you to wait . You tried to ignoring him but he moved fast to stand before you , yet you still refused to look at him " what do you want from me now ?" .

He looked at you with determination " to scream at me ! Blame me ! Yell at me for everything! But at least look at me again" . You stepped back at his burst before asking him " why did you came back ?" He took it as a win so he answered honestly " I'm almost me again, I'm almost back to my old self " you finally looked at his eyes but yours held nothing but sadness and unshed tears , you gave him a small smile " tell me Ian why did you left me , why did you break your promise?" He couldn't avert his eyes even when they stung from looking at your once again broken self because of him , he took a shaky breath " because I thought she was almost you" you gave him one last nod , leaving him standing in the empty hallway lost in years of pain and regret watching you walk away before turning to disappear around the corner and out of his sight .

Composing himself he went back to the garage, back to his kids and Christian who gave him a comforting pat on the back knowing it won't be easy to try to mend what he left behind for the life he had now . After a moment he turn to take something from behind the work station " it's only fitting for you to have this " handing him a black sheet holder with his name and number engraved on the lid , and on the side it has a small engravings that read " THE LAST LAP" causing his heart to sink even more knowing she kept the promise he made and failed to honour . Looking at his former principal with lost eyes waiting for him to say it was just a cold joke , but that didn't happen as he hod in confirmation , " she came to me and Adrian right after you left , gave a prototype and upgraded it each season in hopes you'd come back . It's just as fast if not more than the RB-19 " he looked back at the parked care before adding " you know , Last year she was ready to sign away her rights in every design she made if we were able to sign you for one last season , but you announced your retirement and rejected our contract , so no one touched it after her final upgrade last march , so it's better with you than anyone else . It's yours after all " they looked down at the holder both with different heavy minds . But the elder gave him a knowing smile " you know you can't just let her go this time too , it won't worth the hurt she went through the first time and she won't be able to handle it again . It's in your hands to choose her this time around instead of neglecting her for a perhaps " .

He moved with a new drive , determined that he Owned it her to at least fight to get her trust back , and if that promise meant something for her to keep then it meant everything for him to try .

[reqxxyt]

the sound of your voice

pairings: sebastian v. x f!reader

warnings: insomnia

masterlist requests are open!

[unedited]

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To say that it was getting bad would be an understatement. Every night your nightmares would get worse, replaying your worst memories of childhood, over and over again. You couldn’t even get a 20 minute rest without waking up with beads of sweat on your forehead everytime you would jult upwards. Then, came the thoughts. 

You glanced to your side seeing Sebastian  sleeping peacefully and you could only envy him no matter how loud he snored. You would joke with him saying that was the reason for your nightmares, a beast would awaken in his snores but you wish it would just stop. Your mind traveled millions of miles through the night and Sebastian  would wake up to see you already awake with bags under your eyes, feeling sympathetic over his partner not being able to sleep. 

“Maybe we should go to a doctor, I think its getting worse” he was careful with his words, he soothed your back which only made you more tired but apparently not enough to block all those visions. You shook your head, jaw clenched being an unconscious instinct. He allowed you to rest your head against his shoulder only interlocking his fingers with yours as they soothed your emotions, fractioning a slower pace of your breathing. 

“My mind just won’t shut up” your voice quiet, almost a mumble. Sebastian  pursed his lips, giving you a small kiss on your forehead not sure what to suggest as to how to make you feel better but the quiet silence. “I think I just need a distraction” 

“We can do that” his voice soft, agreeing. He got up from the bed, sun rays glowing his bare chest as he tried to pull you forward, you got up with little help feeling your legs still sore but got rid of the limp in just a few steps, Sebastian  was about to comment on it, making a joke out of it before you turned to glare at him making him shut up really quickly. 

“Need a tylenol?” he asked, already expecting a headache to form, and he was right as you nodded, following him with slightly slower steps. He handed you a glass of water and you took a sip before swallowing the pill. Sebastian  gave you another kiss on the cheek and your heart tugged, knowing how much he cared about you even if you looked like a complete mess every morning. 

“Want pancakes?” he offered and you could only beam your smile at him, having felt that it has been forever since you last made breakfast together. After an hour of giggles and messing around, you and him finally sat down across from each other, eating with little silence, Sebastian  knowing if it got too quiet, your mind would come up with thoughts that don’t deserve to be there. 

“Yesterday, Lewis told a funny joke. It went-”

“I love you Sebastian ” you couldn’t help but blurt out, Sebastian  only stopped chewing giving you a small smile before replying with an adoring “I love you too” before going back to the topic. 

The entire day, Sebastian  and you had stayed in bed watching movies while making commentary completely distracting you from your thoughts, it was almost 9 in the afternoon when you felt your eyelids start to drip down slowly, heartbeat decreasing. Sebastian  noticed ready to stop talking about his day before you whispered, 

“Don’t. I like the sound of your voice” and he immediately picked back up where he stopped, not caring if you fell asleep anymore. He talked for an hour, just to himself with only light snores in response from you. 

Smiling to himself, he gave you a small kiss whispering “Goodnight”, covering both of you in the covers, talking to himself again in hopes that you won’t wake up and slowly he fell asleep, wrapping his arms around you for comfort. Sebastian  found out the treatment to your nightmares was simply the sound of his voice, every night after he makes sure to talk to himself until you have fallen asleep for longer than an hour or two even whisper singing a lullaby.

[sainzproductions]

SAINZPRODUCTIONS ; MASTERLIST

CARLOS SAINZ JR.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ; where you belatedly realize, you and carlos may never want the same things in life

one // two

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 ; SEQUEL !

one

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 ; wherein the internet hates you for breaking poor charles's heart; so you move on to his best mate.

one // two

CHARLES LECLERC

SEBASTIAN VETTEL

F1 MULTI