an actual angel
an actual angel
daily seb 226/365
Seb: it would help if you would all show up looking like a loving, supportive family
Max : for how long?
Seb: ten minutes tops
Lando: see if you could get it down to 5
Me realizing it's race week & there's only 2 races left this year:
Also me remembering it's race week:
Bonus, me remembering we only have two races left with Kimi:
Seb: Is Lance here?
Mick: Uh, you know what-
Lance: *throws himself through a window*
Mick: -he just left.
and here is sebastian vettel
Seb: So, Lance is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. Why, you ask? Because I've caught him 4 times now trying to train raccoons to fight.
Lance: You'll be thanking me when my raccoon battalion saves your life!
Kimi: Talk to the kids,about the birds and the bees.
**with his grid kids**
Sebastian: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.
Kimi: Seb! NO!
Can we talk about how out of touch F1 TWT is? For more than a minute, too? If you want to jump down our throats and send us threats for writing fic, fine. If you want to post our shit and threaten and belittle us, fine. But if you’re gonna carry the torch for F1 you better be damn willing to carry it for everyone else.
Harry Styles has had fanfiction written about him since the moment he stepped onto the stage so many years ago. One shining example is the fic-turned-book-turned-movie, After. I don’t see any of you assholes raising a fuss over that violation of privacy. You want to talk boundaries, lets start there.
I’m often influenced by my peers so its been hard to find the courage to just post what I want, when I want. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let a bunch of keyboard assholes filter my content. RPF has been around forever and will probably stick around a while longer. We can debate the ethics of it up, down, and six ways to Sunday—until the other side is ready to go after all of it, not just some, mark me down as uninterested.
And FYI, when you are ready to come after us all, once and for all. Shaming has never worked and it certainly has never made you righteous.
Pairing - Sebastian Vettel x Reader (set in any season where he's in ferrari, the choice is yours lovelies)
Fandom - F1
Summary - lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and i will try to fix you
a/n - imo, ferrari could have treated him better. y'all don't have to agree but i just think he deserved much much more : (( Also i made the mistake of binge listening to coldplay at midnight so here you go
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
To say Sebastian missed you was an understatement. The season was hard, and sometimes the team was frustrating to work with. The grand prix weekend had not gone to plan, with him having to retire because of engine failure, and he had scored no points, extending mercedes' advantage over them in the championship.
Fighting back the urge to simply fall asleep in the car that was driving him back to his hotel, he let his tired eyes shut behind his sunglasses for a second, murmuring a soft "only five minutes" to britta, who nodded, knowing full well that he'd fall asleep in the time that they'd reach the hotel.
The car sped down the streets, reaching his designated hotel in half an hour. Parking at the back door so sebastian wouldn't have to deal with the fans gathering at the front, britta roused him, and he made his way to his room, trying to disappear into the soft material of his hoodie, glad he had shed his overbright red team hoodie for the soft gray one you had gifted him, just because.
He missed having you around. He missed how you could make him forget how bad some days could get with a few words and a tight hug. Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over him, he dragged himself to his room, the warm, dimly lit room welcoming him in a warm hug, as he dropped his duffel on the floor, too tired to bother putting it away properly.
He let the cold water from the tap clean his tired face, shedding his shoes before clambering onto the soft hotel bed, making up his mind to shower later, too tired to take a bath.
Letting the blankets warm him instead of your embrace, his eyes closed again, breathing evening out as he let himself let go of the overbearing exhaustion looming over him.
"Engine, engine, there's something wrong"
the moment you had heard seb's voice over the radio, hearing the frustration in his voice broke your heart, watching as he got out of the car, taking in the dejected hang of his head, and his slow walk, telling you all that you needed to know : he was tired.
Making up your mind in that very moment, you booked the first flight, throwing some clothes and necessities into a small suitcase, sending britta a quick text to tell her you were going to be there in a matter of hours. She sent you a quick text in reply, he doesn't look too good, the words crushing into you, making it hard to hold in your tears.
Sighing in relief as you got into the taxi, you reached out for your phone, 7:47 pm. That usually meant you sitting at home, a dinner plate in your hands, as you talked to seb wherever he was in the world. Fiddling with your wedding band, you couldn't help but smile softly, anticipating the moment when you'd see him again.
Walking into the hotel, you walked up to the lobby, face hidden by a pair of sunglasses, not wanting to recognized by anyone.
"miss roeske left a key card for me here?" you asked the lady softly, smiling back at her when she smiled at you, handing you the card.
trudging into the elevator, you took a deep breath, unconsciously fiddling with your ring again, until the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, snapping you out of your train of thought.
walking down the corridor till you reached sebastian's suite, you swiped the card gently, walking in as quietly as you could.
you were greeted with the sight of your sleeping husband, body strewn across the bed horizontally, hair a rumpled mess.
gently, you slipped into the bathroom, washing your hands and removing your shoes.
quitely making your way over to the bed, you leaned down, gently stroking his hair, before pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
with a soft groan, he turned, tired eyes blinking as you came into focus. for a second, he thought his exhaustion had made him loopy, as he groggily let his hand graze your cheek, gasping when his fingers brushed against your soft skin, sitting up straight and pulling you into him in a warm embrace.
"I can't believe you're here," he muttered, inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume, instantly being transported to his happy place, his safe place. when he finally loosens his grip and pulls back a little, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he rests his against yours.
"of course i'm here my love" you replied, hands tracing a soft pattern in his shoulder, moving upwards to caress his face, his familiar blue orbs gazing into yours, your thumb gently stroking his cheekbone, fingers fondling his jaw.
dipping his head down the slightest bit, he let his lip ghost over yours before capturing your lips in a soft, need filled kiss. they told you everything you needed to know, how upset he was with himself, how frustrated he was feeling, how happy he was to have you there, how he was trying to be brought down from the wave of sadness and anger he had been feeling at himself, by reminding himself that you loved him, no matter what, trying to get out of his head if only for a little while
"thank you meine liebe, für alles"
"for what love?"
"for coming here, for being you. i don't know you, i just love you" he replied, head burying in your neck, sighing softly. "i love you too" you whispered, fingers gently rubbing his back.
Tears stream down your face, and I Tears stream down your face I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
you stayed in that position for a while, until you became aware of something wet sliding down against your neck, gasping softly when you realized what it was : seb was crying.
"oh, seb, what's wrong? talk to me love" you shispered softly, moving so you were straddling him, softly scratching his neck, lips pressing against his forehead.
“i, i'm scared.”
“Why?” your voice was barely above a whisper but you know he’s heard you, from the way he grips you a little tighter, eyes squeezing shut, head moving even further into your neck, shutting away the rest of the world.
He stays quiet a little longer and so do you, not wanting to push him, knowing he would eventually open up.
when he begins to speak, his voice is somewhat rough and full of emotion and you forced yourself to stay strong for him.
"I don’t know if I can do this anymore."
the sentence breaks your heart, the shards ripping into you, shock filling your body at what sebastian vettel, a 4 time world champion, one of the best drivers of all time had just confessed to you.
“I'm getting older, and there's so many young, talented drivers that deserve a chance. i''m taking up a seat and just, maybe it’s time to-” his voice breaks again, eyes filling again, as you press your lips to his again, the salty taste odd and unusual. “I’m not worthy of this battle, we're losing. badly. redbull's catching up, mercedes is slipping away, and i just, fuck, i feel like I’m wasting everyone’s time here, and in the team"
"darling, that's the biggest load of bullshit i have ever head, and we live next to a bloody farm" you mumbled, feeling him smile softly against your lips.
"you're one of the best there ever were, a 4 time champion, a record breaker and maker, a person everyone looks up to because you're you. you're a beast on the track, the kindest person off track. i'm so proud of you, your team is so proud of you. look at who you've inspired, little kids who think 'i wanna be like sebastian!' i love you, millions of fans love you, im pretty sure entire germany loves you" you continued, feeling his breathing slow down and even out.
He smiles again, pulling away from you to look at you properly. His hands find their way into your hair, pulling you into him, forehead resting against yours, as he whispered a soft "i love you mein schatz. i can't tell you how grateful i am to have you with me" he whispers, tugging at your heartstrings.
gently, you take his hands into your own, and make him wrap his arms around you, before you mould into one, and hug him till you're sure your joints are going to sound like someone popping a sheet of bubble wrap.
after a long, slow bath in the tub together, you found yourself curled up in bed with sebastian, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, as the big bang theory played in the background, the room service plates in a neat pile on the desk in the corner.
you knew that he was feeling better, that he was going to give his 110% in the next race, to close the gap to mercedes.
"ich liebe dich schatz" he said suddenly, pulling your chin up so he could look right into your eyes.
"i love you too, my love"
gently cuddling into each other again, you watched as his eyes fluttered shut, the exhaustion from his day finally catching up to him, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist, head resting against your chest. you were home.
he was home.
a/n - this is what listening to coldplay at midnight does to you ✨ i finally wrote one for seb, and yes its not a ferrari pic but i fell in love with it so 😌 thank you so much for reading, and as always, feedback and comments are always appreicated!
(ft. baby kimi <3)
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