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hold on (heaven is a place not too far away) – sebastian vettel
AN: hello to my eight followers :D justin bieber is apparently really popular with my work, because 'hold on' (amongst many others from the same album) are on the official playlist of my workplace, which is the same Every Day. so finally, after working for a Month, the song is stuck enough in my head to want me try write again after my last writing attempt was literally five years ago.
as a relatively new f1 girlie i hope you take my characterizations and interpretations of relationships with a grain of salt (or just directly see it as an au if that works better for you).
definitely not beta read & this is the first time ive written since 2017 & english is not my first language so pls bare with me CTFVZGBHUNJ
so much stupid blah from me again, sorry. anyway, here you have my take on a seb retirement fic because i will miss him sm lol
warnings: angst???? will make you miss seb?
Yes, starting his career in Formula One, Sebastian had known somewhere deep in his brain, that this path would not last as long as some others. Whereas his old schoolmates would work until their sixties, sports were cruel, fast-paced and demanding, resulting in insane amounts of physical and psychological strain that would eventually get too much to bear, too big of sacrifices to make.
But when you are young and starry-eyed, the idea and taste of success were your priorities, were what kept you going and what kept you challenge yourself to leave your comfort zone, pushing yourself to new limits and creating new boundaries. There is no time to worry about your future when all you could focus on are success, success and success. The goal of being successful is what drives you, makes you; success is the air that you breath – until one day, you wake up and realize that your tunnel vision focused on success made you ignore and neglect so much of what makes life actually worth living.
One day, you wake up and realize how much you're missing out on. How maybe, just maybe, your glory days are part of the past now and not something awaiting you in the future. And then you realize that it's all okay because at least you got to experience success and let yourself bathe in the feeling, that you should be grateful for what memories you hold and just... move on.
At 35 years old, Sebastian Vettel realizes he may have been all over the world but never really truly seen much of it due to the strict schedules and plans of the Formula One world. He realizes that while for success, not seeing his family was a price he paid diligently in the past, it does not mean that he wants to continue this way.
He realizes that while his past success had been, is and will always be part of his Formula One journey, it is a separate entity next to his love for Formula One and the people he has the pleasure of meeting through it.
So while Seb knows that the right thing to do is moving on from his hunger for more success on the grid, that he still has so much more to explore, he still knows that his love for Formula One and the connections to people that formed due to it are things he will definitely hold on to.
Daniel, Jenson and especially Lewis are part of a long journey of discovering who he is as a person – high highs, low lows and all the weird in-between phases that are part of Seb's past are also woven into the lives of these three men after more than a decade spent together, no matter how close they are at the moment. They had been there at some of the most crucial moments that still shape Seb to this day, and Seb wants to believe that this is the same for them.
Choosing to retire had been a hard decision to make, but Seb had known that the sport would be in good hands, regardless. Daniel and Lewis are still there and Jenson pops up more than just occasionally – Seb thinks that maybe he could get to love the life at the circuit but off the paddock, too.
Not to mention the future of racing – Charles and Mick, especially. Stepping out to give a young talent the same change he had been given years ago just feels like the right thing to do. Maybe the time he spends with them from now on will look a little different, but he will always be there for them regardless, cheering them on as they, too, get to enjoy the sweet taste of victory, a mixture of champagne, tears and sweat that Seb thinks he will miss but not crave anymore.
Yeah, for now, he may be moving on from the racing life – but he plans on holding on to the sport and the incredible people participating in it a little longer.
For now, he plans on moving out of the limelight and show his friends the love they deserve to feel, show them the support he knows every winner needs. Because he knows that winning is only truly worth it when you have people you can share it with unconditionally, people who stick with you even when you hit the lows and lift you up regardless.
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HII!! my fav forever.
here’s my contribution to the celly—
song fic w goose
summertime sadness by lana del ray
♡ pairing ; (past) goose x reader
♡ wc ; 370
♡ warnings ; mentions of canon character death; grief; alcohol abuse
♡ note ; thank you so much for requesting!!! 💕💕💕💕 this is so sad i apologize :((
Summer is for ice cream dripping down the inside of your wrist, licking it off and tasting the sticky sweet on your tongue. Summer is for the smell of suntan lotion and brine carried on tender breezes. Summer is for red dresses, for heels carried in hands, dancing barefoot through the night on asphalt still warmed by the sun. Summer is for electricity buzzing beneath your skin like currents, sparks that sizzle in the dark. Summer is for feeling eternal.
Summer is for missing Goose so much it cracks your ribcage open.
“You can’t keep doing this,” Pete is saying to you, one hand on your back, the other waving down a waiter. Presumably, he’s going to pay your tab. Presumably, he’s going to usher you into a car, and you’re going to spend the ride with your eyes closed, with the window rolled down, with your head lolling like you’re stuck at sea in a storm, and you’ll pretend that it’s Goose in the passenger seat, singing along off-key to Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, voice climbing to unprecedented peaks before tumbling off them. You’ll pretend he’s right there, and you only need to reach out to touch him. You’ll pretend the fire inside of you is still burning, the current still buzzing.
“As if you’re any better,” you mumble, words slurred by alcohol that erases the spaces between them, that crowds them together in your mouth like they’re leaning on each other.
Pete doesn’t say anything to that, just gets out his wallet, and you act like you don’t see the hurt on his face. Act like you don’t hate yourself. Sometimes it seems like all your kindness went with Goose.
You’re so sick of it all, don’t know what to do anymore - all this love and nowhere to put it.
“Let’s go,” Pete says, and you let him lead you out. You climb into a car you bought in a different summer, a summer that still tasted like ice cream and smelled like suntan lotion and the gel in his hair. You close your eyes, let the wind whip around your head, and you pretend.
Summer is for the sadness now - it stretches like an ocean, it burns like a fire.
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how they fuck
these are all my own headcanons. LOL. oh and i'm making a fic based off this post stay tuned.
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Captain Price. Service Top.
He knows how to please and he loves to do it. He'll never come first and you'll never come only once. He's experienced and confident. Once he knows exactly what buttons to press to get you hot and bothered, you're fucked. He has no issue with PDA and needs everyone to know that you're his. It's his job to make you feel good, and he'll do it at the drop of his stupid hat.
'Gaz'. Power Bottom.
He tries so hard to be in control but loses it the moment you are on him - your eyes, your lips, your hands. All that bravado and flirting has taken a turn as he becomes putty underneath you. He's still trying to take charge as he talks a big game only to crumble once you get him going. That confidence comes back full stride once he's no longer a sobbing mess, but now you know it's just an act.
'Soap'. Vers.
A rare vers in its natural habitat. Nothing makes him happier than being able to please whomever he's with the way they need want to be pleased. He can (and will) take or lose control in a second if you ask him to. He may be overconfident at times, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm. Lovey in public and lovey in private, he's a 'best of both worlds' kind of guy.
'Ghost'. Bottom cosplaying as a top.
Do I need to explain? It's ok, I will. Having control is one of the ways he grounds himself, losing that is difficult. It's something someone has to earn from him. At the start, he'll fuck you and fuck you good. But the cracks start to show the closer you get until he's praising and begging with every breath. Possessive in an endearing way, his affection shows when you're alone.
Alejandro. Bottom.
It's a surprise but certainly a welcome one. All it takes is you. Once the door closes, or you whisper in his ear, show just a bit of skin, he becomes a puddle of obsession and reverence. He'll do anything to please you even if that means he gets nothing. Damn if he cares as long as you look at him. He is the true personification of this audio and you cannot change my mind.
Rodolfo. Soft top.
Another welcome surprise. He has this quiet confidence that comes through when with you. He loves being able to control both of your pleasures, watching how you unravel just for him, rambling praise even as he fucks you senseless. He's affectionate no matter the time, place, or company - which is a double edged sword as each whisper of love gets you riled up more than it probably should.
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part 2 will have graves, konig and whoever y'all request.
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