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princessedesfleursss · 23 days

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SV05E1

Pairing: husband!sebastian vettel x wife!fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: public sex, a little degradation, several orgasms, jealousy, swearing, google translated german

It was quite a long time since Seb and you had decided to come out for dinner. Especially after his retirement you had moved back to Germany with your husband who had been focused on his shaping his future career and spending more time with the kids.

With the kids, you both never had time to attend to your relationship. Stolen kisses & quickies in the washroom was what held your relationship together. The past few weeks of busy schedules and having to constantly make sure the kids were sorted out with their schoolwork put a strain on your relationship. Which is why when Sebastain’s sisters had offered to take care of the kids for the weekend, after overhearing a hushed argument you both had during a family get together, without any hesitation the both of you had said yes.

So that led you to where you were now. In a fancy restaurant in Monaco drinking wine and waiting for the food you ordered to arrive.

All throughout the evening the waiter had been throwing you flirtatious glances. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or maybe it was the fact that Sebastian seemed almost invisible to them.

“If that moron doesn’t stop drecksack (scum bag) doesn’t stop eyeing you up and down I might have to go down there and punch him,” Sebastian muttered to you under his breath.

This wasn’t new for either of you. Sebastian was much older than you and at times people thought he wasn’t actually your husband but rather someone else- more specifically someone who wasn’t romantically accompanying you.

“Süße (honey) ignore that,” you said rubbing your ring clad fingers up and down his arms, “You know I’ve got my eyes only on you.”

You knew that it didn’t ease Sebastian and that you had gone over this a million times but the man was jealous & possessive over you rightfully so.

“Give me a kiss liebling,” he requested and you obliged too excitedly.

Caressing the side of his cheek and leaning in to lock your lips with his, you felt yourself melting as he took control of the kiss. His hand was sliding up and down your arm and yours were lingering on his cheek and the other over his hand. His fingers clasped yours and the pad of his thumb stroked the top of your hand.

It wasn’t until the waiter was nearby that your make out session was interrupted. A hue of red painting your cheeks you moved away from Sebastian. The waiter walked closer and placed the food of the table.

Turning to you and brazenly ignoring Sebastian he asked,

“Mademoiselle, would you like some more wine?”

“I’ll let you know if we need more,” Sebastian replied in a curt manner.

You watched as the waiter bow and make his way back to the kitchen.

“Oh is my old man getting all wired up now?” You asked Sebastian teasingly as you let your wandering hands settle on this robust thigh.

Taking his hand from the table and kissing it, you held it close to your face letting your face rest of his open palm. With both your hands holding onto his hand, you continued,

“Ich werde dich immer lieben und nur dich (I will always love you and only you).”

Sebastian looked back at you lovingly and murmured, “I know. And I love you even more than that liebling.”

After eating and conversing, having time for yourself, you felt like you needed to uplift the mood a little. Plus you were feeling horny with Sebastian looking all worked up. You wouldn’t have minded him taking your right here in front of the waiter that had been eyeing you up all evening.

Signaling the same waiter to come over to you, who almost too enthusiastically scurried over to you, you placed an order for two tiramisus.

A walk to the kitchen and back, the waiter came over with a tray of tiramisu and started serving for you and your husband. Sebastian wasn’t pleased at all but since he was sipping on his wine trying really hard to not punch the waiter you took your chance.

Dipping a finger to the tiramisu you looked back up at the waiter and brought it over to your mouth and licked your finger clean. You watched as the waiters eyes widened as he watched your tongue wrap around your finger licking it squeaky clean.

“Mmm, this is too sweet for me,” you said as you looked back up at the waiter innocently, “Do you have anything less sweet?”

“W-we have um… cranberry pudding Mademoiselle. The prefect blend… blend of uh… just you know sour and sweet,” the waiter stuttered as you looked back at him with flirtatious eyes. You raised your eyebrow and he continued, “Of course it’s not too sweet. I’ll take this back to the kitchen and bring out a new one immediately.”

Sebastian watched all this unfold right in front of him with a perplexed look on his face. And when the waiter left to return the dessert and bring a new one in, he gave you one stern look and questioned,

“What the fuck was that liebling?”

You made yourself comfortable on your seat and looked up at him as if you hadn’t just flirted with another in front of your husband.

“What do you mean Seb?”

“Verhalte dich nicht ganz unschuldig (Don’t act all innocent),” he spat back.

Sighing you replied in a calm tone, “Since you were being a grumpy old man all throughout dinner I thought I needed to find someone else to entertain myself.”

That was all it took for Sebastian to get up from the table, startling you. He grabbed hold of your hand and led you over to the dimly light but spacious washrooms.

Twisting the lock of the door and making sure no one could come in, he pushed your body over to the counter and kissed you harshly.

“You think you can act like a schlampe (slut) and get away with it?” Sebastian asked, his mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down your open neck.

“I’ll show you what this old man can do.”

Sebastian lifted up your red dress and looked at you with a not so amused look when he realized what you were wearing.

“Only for you-“

“Oh shut it,” he kissed you with a strong sense of urge, letting his fingers run through your folds and gathering the sweet slick to bring it up to his mouth to taste it.

“So fucking sweet.”

You felt your face heat up at his dirty comment. Sebastian smirked at the coy look on your face and without any warning plunged his fingers into your hot & wet core. In and out he pulled and pushed his fingers and you lost yourself in the squelch of your pussy.

“Babe I’m close,” you let your husband know. Sebastian hummed in acknowledgement his lips hovering over your neck and marking small bites all over the expanse of your skin.

When you came with a sense of relief on his hands, Sebastian wasted no time and pulled out his dick, giving it a few strokes and pushing it into you without warning. You hissed due to the oversensitivity you felt after having cummed a few seconds ago.

“This feels so good, doesn’t it libeling?” He asked as he slid he steadied himself against you.

“Hmmm, yes, yes, it feels soo good Sebastian.”

Sebastian railed harder into you, feeling your velvety walls close around him, squeezing him tightly. He grabbed your jaw, making you look at him, your scrunched up eyes now opening up to look back at his bright blue eyes that were now filled with lust.

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

The minute the request left your plush lips, his were on yours, making out as he drilled into you. Within a matter of seconds you came undone around him. However, Sebastian was far from close. Pulling out of you, he turned you around. Protests fell from your lips, letting him know that you were oversensitive from having cummed twice, but he simply ignored your pleas knowing you were down bad as much as he was, despite your resistance.

You held on tight to the edges of the counter top of the fancy washroom the restaurant had. Just then, Seb pushed into you making you drag a sinful moan. Holding tight onto your waist, Sebastian barely showed you any mercy as he drilled into you at a menacing pace.

“Schau dich an, ganz angezogen, benimmst dich aber gegenüber anderen Männern immer noch wie eine schlampe (Look at you, all dressed up but still acting like a slut for other men),” your husband spat at you. He nibbled onto the shell of your ear as he spat a plethora of profanities into your ear.

You continuously moaned as Sebastian pushed into you and within the next few seconds you felt yourself letting out a powerful orgasm for the third time that night and your husband’s release coating your insides making you feel giddy like a first time bride. Exhausted as you were, you waited until Seb pulled out of you to turn around and slump onto him.

He angled your jaw so that you were looking up at him with your tired eyes. Stroking your cheek he teased you, “If only you hadn’t called me an old man and made me jealous in front of that dummer kellner (stupid waiter).”

You smiled and laid your head on his chest, replying back cheekily, “But it was worth it wasn’t me. I haven’t had sex like this for ages Seb. Felt so good.”

“Wait till you get to the hotel then.”

Laughing at the nasty things you were both going to do back at the hotel after being seamless here at the restaurant, Sebastian and you fixed yourselves up and left the restroom. Outside, the waiter who was waiting for your return barely looked you in the eye and Sebastian simply painted a smug smile on his face knowing he had set the “dummer kellner” in his place.

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lecsainz · 7 months

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I didn't know you take requests about Seb too 😭😭 I don't have any specific request right now but can you write something about him... Just don't make it angst I need my fluff right now 😭😭

WINTER VISIT

parings: sebastian vettel x girlfriend!reader

authors note: I loved writing this, can we talk about how Seb must be a DREAM of a boyfriend?

summary: the one where you go on a super chilly winter holiday date with your boyfriend for a mini getaway to meet his parents.

✩. . . masterlist !

It was a crisp winter day, and Y/N found herself on an exciting adventure with her boyfriend, Sebastian Vettel. He had invited her to visit his parents in their cozy home in Heppenheim during his winter break. Y/N, however, wasn't exactly prepared for the chilly German weather.

As the snowflakes gently fell from the dark sky, Y/N shivered in her light dress, cursing herself for not packing warmer clothes. She glanced at her boyfriend, who was behind the wheel, his warm moletom hugging his frame.

"Seb, it's freezing!" Y/N exclaimed, rubbing her arms vigorously.

Sebastian chuckled, his eyes never leaving the road. "I did tell you to dress warmly, love."

Y/N pouted, but her annoyance melted away as Sebastian reached over and placed his hand on hers, intertwining their fingers. The warmth of his touch sent a pleasant tingle through her.

"Here," he said, unzipping his moletom. "Take this. I won't let my girl freeze."

Gratefully, Y/N slipped into Sebastian's hoodie, reveling in the comforting scent of his cologne. It was the perfect blend of warmth and his unique essence. She couldn't help but smile as she zipped it up, feeling a sense of closeness to him.

Seb resumed his driving, the car gliding smoothly through the snowy landscape. He reached out and held Y/N's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Better now?"

Y/N nodded, her heart fluttering at the simple gesture. "Much better. Thanks, love."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Anything for you, darling."

Y/N glanced out at the winter wonderland passing by, her breath forming little clouds on the window. She couldn't help but feel a rush of contentment and glanced over at Sebastian, who was looking at her with a soft smile.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

Y/N's heart fluttered at his touch. "Just how lucky I am to be here with you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

He's smile widened, and he brought her hand to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on her knuckles. "I feel the same way," he confessed.

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound in the car being the soft hum of the engine and the occasional crackling of the radio. Y/N couldn't resist the urge to break the silence, and she began to sing along to Taylor Swift's "Love Story" playing on the radio, her voice sweet and melodic.

Seb joined in, his voice harmonizing with hers, creating a sweet melody in the cozy confines of the car.

"You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess!" She sang, laughing as she exaggerated the lyrics.

He joined in with a grin, "It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"!"

They both erupted into laughter, the shared moment warming their hearts more than the moletom ever could.

As they approached Sebastian's childhood home, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Meeting her boyfriend's parents for the first time was a big step, but with Seb by her side, she knew everything would be okay.

Sebastian parked the car, and they sat there for a moment, still holding hands. "You ready, love?"

Y/N nodded, a determined look on her face. "I am. Let's do this."

He leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. "That's my girl."

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everythingne · 2 months

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looking in a mirror // op81

fcs: // archie madekwe (rhys) / ruby campbell (y/n / daisy)

oscar piastri x reader series

with porsche making a new f1 team, two new drivers enter the grid. meet the pearce siblings, rhys pearce who's been racing with charles and max since their rookie days, and his baby sister y/n 'daisy' pearce who has been sponsored by sebastian vettel since she started with logan and oscar.

when porsche chooses to separate the siblings, allowing mclaren to recruit rhys, they bring in oscar piastri and by extension, mark webber. it goes as well as most expect it to when mark and sebastian have to try and work together for their drivers' sake.

click! take a pic! :

a look into rhys and daisy's social medias before the announcement of them joining f1 for 2025.

still waters :

oscar and daisy meet alone, before they’re accompanied by their trainers, and find common ground in their pasts and personalities.

riptide :

mark and sebastian have vastly different ideas for how the strategy should go for bahrain. oscar has a mini victory, daisy struggles to adjust from f2 and people learn her politeness is more of a facade than anything.

play nice:

rumors stir about rhy’s treatment within mclaren. daniel makes a new friend, and daisy finds an affinity for keeping the peace between porsche’s team when tensions start to grow between the trainers.

play dirty:

after a dirty move pulled by carlos costs oscar the win, and causes him to crash out, daisy takes it upon herself to set the record straight with the ferrari driver.

two australians and a brit walk into a room :

seb has to miss a race due to family obligations, which is no worry, until reporters give daisy a hard time and she decides to get a bit of a vettel attitude that mark has to try and cool off. oscar ends up fixing the problem.

stepping up :

after daisy’s first podium, sebastian has a joyful interview with lissie, which leads to a bit of a big reveal about the past of the pearce siblings.

and more !

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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sweet spoiled schatzi ! sebastian v. x ofc (filipino!ofc)

summary: there’s nothing more rewarding for bel and sebastian’s patience than a gift in a form of a two-year-old.

content warning: tooth-rotting fluff, mentions/talks of infertility and struggling to conceive, adoption and immigration. made-up article at the beginning and messages in the instagram post (full view to read it clearly) uncle mick!!!!! introducing our new character: little kimuel vettel <3

note: i need some sugary content so i made this sweet little blurb

masterlist

liked by mickschumacher, lewishamilton, ginaschumacher

user1 OMG WELL DESERVED 🫶

user2 KIMI IS HIS NAME TOO 😭 i love that so much

user3 when mother is now mothering

lewishamilton looking forward to spoiling that little man ❤️ liked by belongvettel

belongvettel he already is spoiled 😂 seb hasn’t stopped with the constant scrolling through the f1 store website and telling me that “kimi needs this team’s car”

lewishamilton don’t worry, i’ll make sure kimi collects all of his mini mercedes cars and merch 😉 all for free

user4 grid’s new favourite vettel liked by belongvettel

ginaschumacher ughhhh what are the chances of me dropping by to say hi to him?

belongvettel seb says high chances 😁 you’re welcome to see kimi any time, tita gina!!!

user5 a new scuderia ferrari driver???

belongvettel seb would have to wait in the next thirty years before he can put kimi in a formula one car 😅

mickschumacher i can’t wait to introduce angie to him!!!

belongvettel i’m certain she and hi-ro will be the bestest friends of kimi!!!

liked by lance_stroll, charles_leclerc, georgerussell63

user1 UNCLE MACKIE— i might die of diabetes bc that is soooo sweet

belongvettel he was so excited seeing you mick! you’ve been a good godfather to him so far and i hope it stays like that forever ❤️ liked by mickschumacher

ginaschumacher i wasn’t aware we were allowed to do matching shoes with the little man 🤨

mickschumacher hehehe 🙈

user2 a little scooter for little seb. i repeat: little scooter for little seb 🥶

lance_stroll i’m gonna one up you next time mick 😈

mickschumacher i’d like to see you try; i’m the best uncle so far, according to kimi himself 😊

charles_leclerc i’m also gonna one up you mick; i’m gonna get the little man a tiny piano so he and i can play together😁

lewishamilton sorry guys i already sent some mercedes merch otw to switzerland so there’s really no point of trying if uncle lewis already won 🏆

user3 are the drivers just going to compete to win over little kimi’s heart???

user4 as of this point you might as well do the donut with him in the car- see how that’ll turn out for you all 🤣

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miercoooles · 10 months

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Home

Summary: Everything is all set with the first snowfall coming around, now all you need is your husband to come home.

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: cursing, angst if you squint (I think?), teeth-rotting fluff (hopefully), strangers to lovers (kinda) bee- cause why not hehe, and Seb being adorable >:(

A/N: I know I said this was meant to be out on Seb’s birthday but I got caught up with college work and got lazy, so I apologise to those who waited. This is not proof read or beta read (so advance apologies for the terrible writing).

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

December finally came around Switzerland, and you were currently residing on the couch, holding a mug of hot chocolate as you tuned in on the television listening to the weather news report. When you heard the announcer mention that the first snowfall will be seen sometime this week, the corner of your lips curled upwards, forming a grin as you squealed like a little kid getting candy.

While others dreaded the coming of winter and its sub-zero temperature, it was no secret to anyone that knew you that it is your favourite season. From its white snow covering the houses and streets that allows you to make snowmans and snow angels to the Christmas lights that brightened up the long, pitch black, endless nights, to the cold weather that makes it absolutely perfect for cuddling.

Now all you needed to make everything complete was for your husband to return to your arms. Actually when you first met your now husband, it was like a usual cliché love story.

You were ordered by your boss to fly all the way to the Netherlands for an official work trip. Or well that was what you were supposed to be doing when you arrived in Amsterdam until the client you were supposed to meet up with ditched you.

Now here you are miles away from your hometown, lost in a whole new foreign land with only a fair amount of pocket money and few changes of clothes.

You staggered along the streets, your phone in your hand as you made your way to the busy and crowded area trying to find the hotel your office booked for you while on the said trip.

Looking back on your phone, you sighed as you followed the directions on Google Maps. But after a few more minutes of this wild goose chase, you gave up and sat on a bench somewhere. Leaning your head on the bench, you rubbed your eyes, completely exhausted and jetlagged from the flight.

When you opened your eyes, you saw the setting sun slowly descend towards the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the vast expanse of the sky. The sky transformed into a canvas of vivid colours, blending shades of orange, pink, and purple, creating a breathtaking display that captured your heart and soul.

You exhaled heavily, getting up from where you were seated as you carried on your venture to seek for your hotel. Turning on your phone, you followed the nearest route shown on the screen.

“You’ve arrived at your destination.”

Your ears perked up as soon as you heard those words. But the moment you looked up, the excitement you regained dissipated in a blink of an eye as you wince at the sight of the hotel. While you expected a cosy hotel that exuded an immediate sense of warmth and comfort, that would create an ambiance that felt like a home away from home, instead you were greeted by an odd and peculiar hotel that stood in stark contrast to its surroundings, defying conventional architecture and exuding an aura of eccentricity.

And as if the world knew your reluctance to step in, rain began to come down from the sky.

“Just my luck! Don’t tell me it can get any worse than this, right?” You groaned to no one in particular, your things starting to get soaked from the pouring water.

But like jinxing yourself as you said those words, it did in fact get much worse because when you went up the steps and tried opening the front doors, it was shut tight.

You kicked the door out of frustration before remembering that your things might be wet. Grabbing your luggage, you carried it up and placed it under the portico of the hotel before sitting on one of the steps, letting your skin seep the rain.

A few moments have passed and your body started shivering from the cold. You placed your arms on your thighs as you buried your face on your shaking hands, trying your best to warm yourself up.

“Stupid boss sending me on this stupid business trip. Fuck me!”

“You know you shouldn’t say that out loud when you’re alone in the dimly lit part of this street.” A voice suddenly piped up, making you jump from where you were seated, your hand holding your chest as you felt your heart race.

You quickly whipped your head to where the sound came from and you saw a man with a messy, short light brown hair and blue eyes that was sparkling even in the darkness. He had a stubble growing on across his defined jaw that made him look mature.

“Don’t do that! Are you trying to kill me?” You sneered at the man who was holding back his laughter.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I saw you as I was walking past and I heard you say that, so I just wanted to warn you…”, he explained, looking genuinely sorry for his sudden appearance.

When you felt no rain on your skin, you looked up to see a black umbrella over your head being held by the stranger who frightened you.

“A-and you were getting drenched from the rain, so I was going to offer my umbrella…”, he proceeded to explain, gesturing at the umbrella he was holding up for the both of you.

There was a deafening silence that came after what he said as you pressed your lips in a tight line.

“Sorry, I should have minded my own business.”, he spoke up once more when he realised that he won’t get anything from you.

You let out a soft chuckle that only the two of you can hear before turning to face him, “You talk too much.”

His eyes widened at your remark, his cheeks turning into a shade of light red as he became flustered and self-conscious.

“It’s okay though… It’s honestly quite comforting that someone would be so kind to tell me.”, you followed up, noticing his embarrassment from your comment.

Now it was his turn to stay quiet, stunned as he heard you speak. He looked away, hiding a small grin that was forming on his lips. When he managed to control it, he turned back to you, tilting his head as his gaze fixed on you.

You felt his eyes bore holes into you and you can’t help but feel naked. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think of finding yourself in this situation, but here you were with a stranger who was willing to share his umbrella with you, observing you like a hawk.

“I’m assuming you have a question…”, you spoke out, returning his stare.

His lips fell into a thin straight line as he realised that he must have been obvious. “I… Well, I was curious at why you were sitting here all alone at night. That hotel has been under renovation for months already…”, he explains in a small and soft voice.

You looked at him appalled, completely speechless at what you heard. “Y-you’re telling me that this place has been closed for months?” He nodded meekly in reply, seeming embarrassed as he moved his hands to his nape and rubbed it softly.

There was silence that surrounded you both as everything happening to you started sinking in. This must have been a set up from your company, knowing how much they despised you and wished for your downfall.

As the man beside you felt that you were in distress, he removed his coat and immediately placed it over your shoulders, squeezing it gently. “I know it’s not my place to ask, but if you want you can stay over my place? It’s not that far from here.”

He pursed his lips as he awaited your answer. He knows he’s just a stranger, but he couldn’t help feeling pity towards you. Besides you seem nice enough to be a killer acting helpless, so what could go wrong right?

“How am I sure you’re not some sort of murderer trying to lead me into a death trap?”, you ask after a few moments that definitely assured him you were not a killer.

He lets out a soft chuckle that breaks the stillness and awkwardness of the atmosphere. There was something about his laugh that made you feel warm and fuzzy despite the cold settling on your bones.

“Fair enough, but trust me if I was a killer, I would have gone a different way.” He says reassuringly before standing up and grabbing your luggage.

“Come on! Or would you rather stay here?” He gestures, carrying your things as he goes down the step.

Shaking your head in utter disbelief, you stood up and followed him, keeping a safe distance in case he tried to do something. You heard his laugh as he led the way, the fuzzy feeling growing and when he looked back at you, he gave you a wide and goofy smile that made your heart flip.

“Oh by the way, I’m Sebastian Vettel. But you can call me Seb.” He mentions before turning his back on you and starts walking again. You suppress a smile as you calm yourself down, reminding yourself that you just met the man and you should not trust him easily.

You quietly continued following him, shivering as it got colder even though it stopped raining already. As you both approached an apartment building, you felt a light and cool touch against your forehead.

As you look up to the sky, you witness a mesmerising spectacle unfold before your eyes. Delicate snowflakes, like ethereal dancers, descend from the heavens, gracefully floating in the air.

“S-snow?”, you said dumbfoundedly, halting in your tracks. When Sebastian noticed that you weren’t following him anymore, he turned back to look at you looking enthralled as snow continued to fall.

“First time?”

As he broke your train of thoughts, you hummed and nodded in response as your eyes never left the sky.

“Guess I’m lucky that I’m the first person you get to experience a White Christmas then, huh?” He chimed, his tone filled with excitement as he watched you.

A few days after the weather report, you started setting up and decorating your home for Christmas as you waited for your husband to come home.

Grabbing your phone from the side table, you texted a message to your husband.

You: Love, when will you be back?

Sending the message, you threw your phone to the side, as you stood up from the couch, and started pacing back and forth in your living room. Minutes have passed and you looked at your phone for the nth time, debating whether you should send another message as you waited for his response.

As you were about to grab your phone and decide to send him another text, your phone notification pinged.

Seb Sugar Pie Honey Bunch: Sorry, liebling. I don’t know if I’ll make it in time to spend the first snow with you. I know how much this means to you, but I promise to make it up to you once I get home.

Can’t wait to be back in your arms. I love you xx

Reading his message, you couldn’t help but feel bummed down. The first snowfall was a special moment you annually celebrated with your husband. You shared many memories with him that included the first winter fall. Your first meeting, first official date, when you answered ‘yes’ as he asked you to be his girlfriend, when he proposed to you, when you got married, all those things happened during the first snow.

And experiencing the first one this year without him, it felt dull and meaningless. So as the next days came by, you did nothing but mope around, spending your morning and afternoon sleeping in your bed or eating ice cream while snuggling under a blanket as you sobbed to cringe, sappy romantic movies.

When the day of the predicted snowfall arrived, you excitedly hopped off your shared bed with your husband and ran down to the living room, waiting by the window.

An hour came by and seeing that there wasn’t any snow yet, you went to the kitchen to prepare yourself something to eat. Opening the fridge, you looked for ingredients you can use to make the easiest and lightest meal possible. Once you got it cooked and prepared, you sat by the island counter, beginning to chow down on it as your gaze never left the window.

Finishing your meal, you washed the dishes and cookware you used, placing them inside the dish dryer and wiping the kitchen and island counter. After cleaning up, you shuffled back to the living room and sat on the sofa as you looked out and waited for the snow.

While anticipating for the first snow to arrive, you kept yourself busy and distracted with everything you see, as well as trying to stray away from your phone. Turning on the television and stereo, you started playing music to liven up the mood, dancing around the living room.

Later when you checked outside, you saw little specks of white falling to the ground. Feeling the course of excitement filling your body, you grabbed the nearest shoes and slipped it on, not bothering to change out of your pyjamas before running to the front door.

As you emerge into the stillness of the wintry landscape, a hush blankets the surroundings. The familiar sounds of everyday life are muted, replaced by the gentle whispers of falling snowflakes. The world seems to hold its breath in awe of the transformation unfolding before your eyes.

While everyone went indoors, preparing for the incoming chilly weather, you stood in the middle of the lawn piling with snow, capturing the beauty it provided. Each snowflake falling from the sky, a unique masterpiece, intricately crafted by nature's hand. They fall gently onto your face and eyelashes, instantly melting upon contact, leaving a cool kiss on your skin. The air feels fresh and invigorating, carrying the scent of winter and a hint of pine.

Letting out a soft sigh as you let the cold envelop you, seeping through your skin, settling deep within your bones. Your breath becomes visible, a cloud of mist that hangs in the air for a fleeting moment before dissipating into the icy abyss. And looking around, you witness the gradual metamorphosis of the scenery. Every surface becomes a canvas for the delicate white flakes, transforming the landscape into a pristine, ethereal landscape. Trees, rooftops, and the ground itself are gradually covered in a soft, velvety layer of snow, as if nature has carefully tucked the world in for a peaceful slumber.

As you stand still, you can't help but be captivated by the silence. The snow absorbs the sound, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere. The only audible presence is the gentle whisper of snowflakes landing on the ground, adding to the symphony of nature's delicate touch.

Looking up, you see the sky adorned with a tapestry of white, as countless snowflakes continue their descent from above. The world feels transformed, as if transported to a realm where time slows down, and worries and stresses melt away in the purity of the moment.

You hold your palms out to catch the falling snow, closing your eyes in the process as the cool snowdrops meet your skin. You let another sigh out as snowflakes gently make contact with your cheeks, nose, and eyelashes. At that moment, time seems to slow down. You become fully present, completely immersed in the serene beauty of the winter moment. The world around you takes on a dreamlike quality, as if you've entered a quiet sanctuary, a realm where worries and cares momentarily fade away.

Shortly after settling down with the cold, you felt something heavy on your hand, startling you as your eyes jolted wide open. Looking down you see your husband and his chin placed on your palm. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, thinking that you might be hallucinating from missing him too much. But when you opened your eyes the second time and still saw his goofy grin, your eyebrows furrowed.

When your significant other saw the perplexed look your face held, he pursed his lips tightly thinking that he must be doing something wrong.

“Is this not how I’m supposed to be doing?” He asked, looking at you through his eyelash.

You blinked a few times, your face contorting into an even more confused expression as your eyes showed mixed emotions at the thought of the man who told you that he won’t be home is the same man right in front of you right now.

“S-Seb? You’re-”

“Home... Surprise, liebling.” He interrupted, finishing your sentence as he suppressed a smile.

Still resting his chin on the palm of your hand, he tilts his head slightly, his famous gummy grin once more appearing on his face.

You stayed silently still, pursing your lips as your mind continued to process everything before letting out a soft sigh escape your lips as you come to the conclusion that you must be daydreaming.

“Pinch me, I must be dreaming. You’re not really here, right? Because you told me that you won’t make it in time for this.” You went on, speaking about how he was not supposed to be here yet and other excuses.

As you were in the midst of your rambling, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and words, you suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of his laughter. It cut through the air like a burst of sunlight, breaking through the cluttered maze of your thoughts and drawing you into the present moment.

The sound was like a gentle symphony, harmonising with the cadence of your own voice. It carried a warmth that permeated the room, infusing the space with a sense of joy and lightheartedness. In that instant, it felt as if the universe had conspired to align your words with his laughter, creating a perfect harmony.

The laughter flowed freely, like a bubbling brook that cascades over rocks, each note infused with genuine amusement. It was a melodic dance, rising and falling, as his mirth embraced your rambling thoughts. The sound of his laughter was pleasing that it distracted you from what you were saying.

And as the delicate snowflakes descend from the sky, gently blanketing the world around you, you find yourself standing in a moment that feels like pure magic. After months of longing and separation, your eyes finally meet those of your husband, and a rush of emotions swells within you.

The air is crisp and alive with anticipation, as the snowflakes create a soft, ethereal backdrop. The sound of muffled footsteps and hushed whispers seems to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you standing together in this wintry embrace.

As you draw closer, a nervous excitement tingles in the pit of your stomach, a mix of anticipation and relief that the long wait is finally over. The world around you seems to fade away, and all that matters is the connection between you.

Your gazes lock, communicating a depth of love and longing that words could never capture. Time seems to slow as he reaches out; his right hand cupping your cheeks while his left hand makes its way to your waist, snaking his arm around you as if he was afraid to let you go. The warmth of your touch contrasts with the coolness of the falling snow, creating a tender juxtaposition.

“How about I do this instead?” He whispers softly, his voice filled with happiness and love as his face advances to yours, his lips mere inches away from touching you.

And in that magical moment, your lips meet. The softness of the kiss feels like a gentle dance, a blending of warmth and tenderness that melts away any remaining distance or time apart. The taste of familiarity and love lingers, as if reuniting with a part of yourself that was temporarily missing.

As the snowflakes continue to descend around you, he tilts his head as he deepens the kiss, a fusion of emotions and longing that has built up over the months of separation. It's a moment of reconnection, a reaffirmation of your bond and the strength of your love.

The world around you seems to hold its breath, as if honouring this intimate and sacred exchange. The soft sound of snowflakes touching the ground becomes a gentle symphony, underscoring the significance of this long-awaited reunion.

As the kiss ends, a sense of contentment washes over you. The weight of the months apart is lifted, replaced by a renewed sense of togetherness and a shared journey moving forward. The snowflakes continue their graceful descent, serving as witnesses to this beautiful moment.

“Y-you’re really here?” You asked once more as the realisation finally settles down, your voice still filled with disbelief.

“I’m really here, my love”, Sebastian assures you, letting a soft chuckle out as he nuzzles his nose against yours, his arms still not letting you go.

You let out a giggle when his nose touched yours, tickling you in the process. You then wrap your arms around his neck, watching him. As you stare at him, your eyes become magnets, drawn to every curve of his face, every twinkle in his eyes, and every subtle expression that dances across his features. Your gaze is filled with wonder, as if you are discovering a masterpiece that was created just for you.

“I missed you so much, Sebby!” You murmured excitedly against his lips before connecting your lips to his once more.

And under the first snowfall, after months of not seeing your husband, the kiss becomes a testament to the enduring power of love and the joy of being reunited. It's a cherished memory that will forever be etched in your hearts, a reminder of the strength and resilience of your relationship in the face of time and distance.

Parting his lips away from yours, he gazes at you, his crystal blue eyes swirling with love and passion then enveloping you in a tight embrace, placing his chin on your head. He soon realised that you must have been cold to the bones as you shivered against his hug and when he pulled away, he laughed a little, noticing that you only had your sleepwear.

“You must have been quite excited that you did not have time to change clothes, huh?” He jokingly asked, teasing you.

You scoffed and gently shoved him, making him chuckle once more before drawing you near him, his arms wrapped around your shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get you inside and I’ll make you a cup of hot chocolate to warm you up.”

“Cuddles too?”, you meekly ask him and he nods, guiding you towards the porch.

“Mhm. And I missed you most ardently too, schatz.” Sebastian uttered softly, gently planting a tender kiss on your temple as you both made your way inside your sweet little home.

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Oh Baby!

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy mentions because reader is pregnant loool, talks of birthing related topics, Charles being like reader’s little brother, Seb is the softest husband on the planet, panicked!Charles, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of hospitals and birth (nothing graphic), reader’s a very relaxed pregnant lady lmao, the Monaco curse never ends, ft. god father lewis on the remix bitchesss (kidding but how funny would that be?)

Word Count: 4.8k

Author’s Note: this is just a little quick something I put together because I was in the mood to write for seb <3 also dedicated to @astonvs - happy belated birthday Laura! I hope you like this <33 // based on this ask - one

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Swollen ankles, can’t see your feet, waddling, nothing fits; the list goes on and yet, he looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Are you sure you want to do this, honey ?” Sebastian asks you, pulling into the parking lot of the track. “You’ve asked me that a million times. This is the last chance for me to see you race before this one gets here,” your hand rests on your bump.

“I know, it’s just that-” “that what? I look like a beached whale?” You laugh, attempting to reach your bag that was on the floor between your legs. Sebastian chuckled, leaning over and getting the bag for you.

“No, you look beautiful. I don't want you to overexert yourself.”

“Sebastian, please. Just come help me get out of this car.”

He still doesn’t understand why you refused to take your car to the track, it was much more suited for a pregnant lady than the sports car that you were practically on the floor in. Yet, he gets out and jogs around to open your door.

Seb’s hands are holding yours as you swing your legs out, slowly getting out of the car. He grabs your purse for you, handing it over to you. “Thank you,” you smile, linking arms with your husband.

“Of course, darling.”

It was no secret that Sebastian was a private person so when he quietly started showing up to the track with a wedding band on his finger, the media went wild. There were speculations as to who the 4 time world champion was married to; then in comes you. Your hands intertwined, Sebastian kissing you in the middle of the Ferrari garage.

They had seen you before, you were a friend of Sebastian’s. Not at every race but when people started digging into it, you had been there for every single one of his championship wins.

The third secret was dropped when Sebastian casually mentioned that he and his wife were expecting.

No one knew how far along you were, if you were having a boy or a girl, - it’s a surprise, neither of you wanted to know- or if you had already given birth but seeing that today’s race was in Monaco, you figured you’d join your husband at your home race.

The two of you walk into the paddock, hand in hand.

Sebastian’s wearing his Ferrari shirt and you’ve got on a red dress, the top was form fitting and from under your bust, the material flared but the bump was evident.

“Are you-” You cut him off, “Sebastian,” your tone was enough to get him not to ask the question.

Charles had brought Charlotte along with him to the race seeing that it was at home today. You had been Charles during the early phases of your pregnancy, prior to the bump’s appearance. The last time you saw them both together was New Years when you threw a party to celebrate.

Sebastian walks into the garage with you, the team welcoming you back and congratulating you on the baby. You were overwhelmed with love and support, you knew that the baby was already so loved by so many people and the little one wasn’t here yet.

Charles’s back was turned to you, Charlotte spotted you first and came running over with a smile on her face. “Oh my god! You look stunning!” She grins, giving you a hug.

“Char, you’re too sweet. I'm exhausted already and all we did was walk from the parking lot.” You laughed, Seb let go of your hand as he went over to talk to his mechanic. He knew you’d be safe with Charlotte.

You two make your way over to the younger Ferrari driver, your hand reaching for his back. Charles turned to see who was behind him, smiling when he saw you.“Y/n!” He grinned, hugging you, well at least trying too but your bump was so big, it was almost impossible to hug anyone.

“You’re.. huge.” The words slipped out his mouth, his girlfriend smacking his arm which made you laugh. “Charles, you can’t say that to her!”

“It’s okay, no I know. I blame Seb and his big head.” You laughed, you can hear the footsteps behind you, arms wrapping around you from behind. You lean back onto the person, instantly knowing it was your husband.

“What am I getting blamed for?” He asks, kissing your cheek. “This massive baby,” you tell him, his hand resting on your stomach. The baby was awake, you could feel the little feet pushing into your side. Sebastian smiles at the feeling, his hand following the movement.

Even with the dress covering your stomach, the little movements were still evident and Charles watched in amazement. “Wanna feel?” you ask the Monegasque driver.

“Can I?” He smiles, Charlotte laughs at her boyfriend’s reaction.

You step away from your husband for a moment, the older driver pouting like a child jokingly. You reach for Charles’s hand and rests it on your stomach, moving it around until the baby kicks against the palm of his hand.

“Woah,” he can’t help but laugh at the feeling. The baby kicks again and now both you and Charles are laughing.

“She sees Charles and forgets all about me,” Seb tells Charlotte, making her laugh. “He’s got baby fever, that’s all.” She whispers to Seb, making him smile.

“Just wait until the little one gets here, Uncle Charles can baby sit seeing that he’s got baby fever.”

Charles pats the spot where the baby kicked and moves his hand before he has to convince himself not to have a baby right then and there. You feel a slight pain in your lower stomach and you let out a breath, Seb was the only one that caught the hint of pain on your face.

“Are you okay?” He rushes to your side, his hand on your lower back.

“Fine, just a little pain. It’s normal.” You smile, giving his arm a squeeze before you walk off.

Seb watches you walk, more like waddle, off in the direction of the pit wall.

It was your favourite spot on track because you could see everything that was happening in the paddock, and despite being heavily pregnant, you still made your way up the little step and to one of the chairs with the assistance of one of the engineers.

Usually, Seb would go running to help you but you gave him an explicit warning not to rush to your side like you were helpless.

The day was warm, the sun shining down on the Monaco track, the sound of drills and thumping filled your ears, burnt rubber and gasoline mixed with the fresh air.

Heaven on earth.

“Hello there, Mrs. Vettel,” Ted calls out, catching your attention. You spin the chair to face him, Ted’s eyes wide when he sees your bump. “Many congratulations! How are you feeling? Ready for the race?”

“Yeah! Ready to get in the car and kick some ass,” you joked, smiling at the man which earned you a laugh.

Seb was walking over, now changed into his fireproofs with his race suit hanging off his hips. “Hey,” he smiles at you, Ted and his cameraman moving to the side.

“Hi,” you reach for his hand and he helps you off the chair, but you were still standing on the platform.

Ted’s cameraman had moved to film something else but they were still beside you two. Seb’s hand reaches around and rests on your lower back, “you still feeling okay?” He checks in with you.

“More than fine, you go out there and win the race.” You lean just the tiniest bit, your husband meeting you the rest of the way, kissing you softly.

His hand moves to rest on your tummy, the other joining on the other side. “You be good for mommy, okay?” He whispers to your stomach, your own hand resting on his cheek as he pressed a few kisses on the bump.

Neither seemed to notice that Ted and his cameraman caught the sweet moment exchanged between the Vettels.

The media was about to explode, 4 time world champion was about to be on daddy duty in a matter of days and yet, this is the first people are seeing and hearing of it.

He holds your hand, helping you down the platform before you walk back to the garage together. You were next to Seb the whole time, partly because he refused to let you go. His arm around you as he did a final check of the car, checked in with the mechanics that everything was good to go and did a final run through with his race engineer.

Sebastian turns to you, about to ask you something. “If you ask me if I'm okay once more, I'm going to lose my mind.” You tell him, looking at him. Seb smiles to himself, shaking his head no. Instead he held his helmet up and you knew what he wanted.

You two had a little tradition for before every race. As long as you were there, you kissed his helmet. He said it was his way of keeping you close to him, also it was his good luck charm.

You thought it was nonsense because he did well without you being there but it seemed to always prove true. Who were you to deny him that?

Sebastian held the helmet out in front of you, you wiped the spot under the visor which is where his lips would be under the helmet with your thumb. You press a kiss to the helmet, your red lipgloss leaving a faint mark on the white helmet.

“I love you,” your hands cup his face, “be safe, okay?” You tell him, eyes meeting his blue ones. Sebastian’s free hand on your hip, “always, baby. I love you.”

You gave him one last kiss, before letting him put on his balaclava while you zipped up his race suit for him. Seb rests his hand on your stomach, patting the side softly before getting into his car, putting his helmet on.

Charlotte was on the other side with Charles, the girl giving him a kiss before letting him get into his own car. She stepped away to get a headset to watch the race as you were waddling over.

You reach the car before Charles pulls on his helmet, you smile at him. “Hey,” he looks up at you, “be careful,” you tell him, sorta leaning over the halo to kiss his head. Charles stretches up that way you don’t have to lean, you smile and kiss the top of his head, letting him finish with his helmet and pull out after Seb.

The brunette returns with two headsets, handing one to you as she sits beside you. The countdown to lights out was happening as you fit the headset over your ears.

5,4,3,2,1 and lights out.

You watched as the two red cars pushed through the grid, Seb starting in P10 due to a penalty and Charles in P8. By the midway mark of the race, the two Ferraris were amongst the top 4 with Seb in P2 and Charles in P3. The pain was kicking in, you could feel it down your lower back and you didn't want to alarm anyone so you were breathing through it.

In through your nose, out through your mouth.

A hand squeezing down on your thigh through the pain.

Charlotte notices your shifting, looking over at you. Her hand resting on your shoulder, “y/n, are you okay ?”

“Yeah,” you let out a breath, “actually, no. Um, my water broke.”

“What?!” She half whispers, half shouts at you, her brown eyes gone wide. “When? Now?” She glances down at the floor. You shook your head, “this morning actually,” you let out another breath, the pain subsiding for now.

“Y/n, what the hell?” She exclaims, “does Sebastian know?”

You shook your head, “he needs to win this race, it’ll put him up in points, I'm fine.” You wave her off. “The contractions are an hour and a half apart, I have time. They’ll be done with the race before I’m ready to go to the hospital.”

“You’re in labour, the points can wait. I’m sure he’ll think the same.” Charlotte gets up, about to walk off. You grab her hand, “do not tell them to get Seb back in here. He needs this win.”

Charlotte sighs, sitting beside you once more. “Are you sure you’re fine?”

“100%.” You assure her, turning your attention back to the race.

The boys were in the same positions they were before and things were going well. That thought was quickly replaced by the groans filling the garage. You and Charlotte on the edge of your seats to find out what happened, both secretly hoping it was the other Ferrari driver and not yours. There’s a 16 on the front of the car they were panning the cameras too. Something had broken under Charles’ rear wing, the piece hanging loose and while he could drive, he wasn’t able to continue the race.

Charles’ car was pulling into the pit lane, being backed into the garage before he got out, taking his helmet off to talk to the mechanics. The group of men looked under the car to see what broke. Charlotte was focused on her boyfriend while you were watching the monitors, eyes scaring for your husband in his Ferrari.

You smiled to yourself, watching Seb pass Lewis to move up into P1. Charles comes over to you two, resting his hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. She turns to say something in French that you don't quite pick up but before you blink again, the driver is in front of you, crouching down in front of you.

“Are you okay?” He asks you, his face filled with concern and panic at once. You smile at him, “I'm fine, Charles. Are you okay?” You knew it must hurt him to have a DNF at home.

“I’m not the one about to give birth in a garage.” He says, earning himself a glare. “Sorry, yeah, no I’m fine.” He gives you a small smile, your heart sinking at the look on his face.

“Next year,” you rest your hand on his, “you’ll get ‘em.”

“Yea- ow!” He groans as you squeeze his hand tightly, you breathe through the contraction - all but 40 minutes since the last one.

“Sorry,” you let go of his hand. “No, are you okay? What just happened ?” He asks.

“Contraction,” you mumble, letting out a breath, looking past him back to Seb who was currently fighting to keep his place in P1. Charles glances between you and his girlfriend, a look of ‘help me do something’ on his face.

You were more concerned about the race, your husband all but two tyres length ahead of Lewis. You knew he had the skill to keep his position but you also knew how much Lewis wanted to win, his want for the title pushing him to overtake Seb in 4th corner.

You were groaning, Charles looked back over at you, concerned. “Not a contraction, just annoyed.” You tell him, the driver moving to sit between you and his girlfriend. There were only 2 laps left, your hand resting on your bump as you watched Seb push the car to its limits.

His need to win pushed him to do whatever he needed to and you always worried when he was like this. Unconsciously, you rub your stomach, quietly hoping he'd get back to you safely.

One lap left, 2 minutes max until he crosses the line.

Your eyes fixed on the screen as he finally crossed the line, finishing in P2.

Better than nothing.

You pull yourself up from the chair, both Charles and Charlotte behind you. “Where are you going?” He asks you.

“I’m going to go see my husband get his trophy, where else would I be going?”

“No, you’re not.” Charles tells you, moving you to sit again.

“Charles, do not baby me. I’m not helpless, I can go if I want-” you stop mid sentence, the contraction hitting you once again. “Yeah okay, I guess I'll stay here.” You sit on the chair, breathing in and out steadily.

Charlotte sits beside you, “I'll stay with her, you go.” She tells her boyfriend.

“I’m not leaving you two.”

You look up at him, “Charles please, go be there for him. You’re his teammate, you have to be there. He would be there for you.” You remind him, partly guilt tripping him into going.

He gives in, promising to be back with Seb as soon as it’s over. You were so upset that you couldn't be there to watch him up on the podium, it was one of your favourite sights in the world despite having traveled across the globe and back.

Now watching him receive his trophy on the monitor, the garage empty except for 3 mechanics working on Charles’ car. The champagne being sprayed all over them; Seb, Lewis and Valtteri all laughing and smiling at each other.

You could feel another contraction coming on, Charlotte notices and offers her hand as you breathe through it.

It wasn’t long before Seb came running into the garage, Charles right behind him. “You’re in labour?! Since this morning?!” Sebastian shouts to you as soon as you were in his view.

“God, tell the whole world, why don’t you?” You slowly get up, the German driver stopping in front of you. Charles was now standing by the chair next to Charlotte. You smile at Seb, his race suit wet with champagne, his skin sticky from a mix of that and sweat.

“Congratulations, honey.” You kiss him softly and amid all the madness, he kisses you back.

“Thank you sweetheart, now let’s get you to the hospital. How far apart are your contractions ?” He tries to usher you out of the garage.

“Yeah you don’t want the baby to fall out onto the garage floor.” Charles calls, making himself laugh at the thought. Charlotte smacks his shoulder softly and Seb tossed him a glare but you were fighting back giggles, letting out a breath before answering your husband’s question.

“15 minutes, but we’ve got maybe 12 before another one so go change please.”

“What ?” He looks at you, confused. “We have to go.”

“Yes I know, but you are not going to the birth of our child in a sticky race suit and the more time we spend arguing, is less time to get there.”

Sebastian knew better than to fight with you, you would win in any case. He promises to be back in 3 minutes tops, already unzipping his race suit as he runs to his driver’s room. You notice Charlotte shooing Charles off to change as well.

The two men returned in 4 minutes flat, seconds after each other. “Can we go now?” Seb asks you, his hand on your back as he ushers you out.

Charles and Charlotte hot on your trail, you look back at the young couple. “Charles, you have press,” you remind him and he shrugs, “to talk about my DNF? I don't want to do that.”

The team was still returning from the podium celebrations, the 4 of you sneaking away before anyone could even notice they were gone. You can just imagine the headlines within the next few hours.

“Ferrari Drivers Missing In Action -mWhat’s Happened?”

“Leclerc & Vettel, Duo Gone Missing Without A Trace.”

“Ferrari; Legendary Team Falling Apart? Drivers Gone Missing.”

Or whatever dramatic headline the journalists come up with.

You were mentally cursing yourself for telling Seb to use his Ferrari this morning rather than your car but you made your way into it. Sebastian fishing your house keys out your purse and handing them over to Charles with strict instructions to get your baby bag and your own bag with stuff you had packed. He had been sure to tell both of them, knowing Charles would get panicked and probably forget what Seb told him.

Sebastian, as expected, pulled out of the parking lot like a mad man with caution, of course.

He was carrying precious cargo.

Charles followed behind him up until you got out of the traffic of the track, you two going left towards the hospital and Charles going right towards your house.

The contractions were 10 minutes apart when you arrived at the hospital, the nurses walking you to a room, letting you change into a hospital gown. Sebastian was sitting by your bedside, holding your hand as you waited for the doctor. Medical terms he didn’t quite grasp being tossed around; while he was magic on the track, you were magic in here. Being a nurse helped with this stuff, also probably why you held out to the very last second before coming to the hospital.

You were holding his hand the whole time, talking to the doctor as she checked to see if you were dilated enough.

Turns out had you arrived 10 minutes later, you would have given birth in the car. Now the idea of giving birth in a Ferrari was already uncomfortable in thought, imagine in practice - actually, don't imagine that.

The room door was shut, the drape up between your lower half and you with Seb standing by your side, holding your hand the whole time. Your husband whispered sweet nothings to you, praising you on what a good job you were doing.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “Doing so good, baby. Just a few more pushes.”

You know that was a lie, you had seen enough to know it’s not a few pushes.

“Almost here,” Your doctor calls up to you, “few more.” She confirms your husband’s theory.

Within the next few minutes, you had given birth. You looked a mess, hair matted to your forehead from sweat, your eyes teary and you were beyond exhausted and yet, he looked at you like you held the sun and the stars.

“So proud of you,” Seb whispers, pushing your hair away from your face as he kisses your forehead. The doctor was right next to you two, cleaning up the baby and doing her initial tests before wrapping the little baby in a blue blanket.

“Congratulations,” She smiles, placing the baby in Sebastian’s arms. “It’s a boy.” She tells you both, giving you a moment to coo over him.

The floodgates have broken, Sebastian’s face covered in tears and he sits by your bedside, resting the baby on your chest gently. His arm over the top of the pillow, the two of you looking at the baby you created.

Both of you crying, the little thing on your chest with his eyes shut. “He’s got your nose,” Seb whispers, as if he would be disturbing the baby’s rest by being any louder.

“Has your hair,” you mumble, fingers lightly brushing over the blonde fuzz on the baby’s head.

Charles and Charlotte arrived sometime during the birth, sitting in the waiting room outside your room. They see the doctor come out, clearly things went well based on the look on the doctor’s face. Charlotte walks up to the nurse’s desk, letting them know that they were there to see you and Sebastian. The nurse tells her it’ll be about an hour before they can go in, letting the parents have some time with their baby first. In the meantime, she gives them their visitor badges, suggesting a visit to the gift shop in the meantime.

They do just that, she and Charles picking out various little stuffed animals, Charles manages to find a little stuffed car buried at the bottom of the bin. Charlotte picked out some little onesies in green, yellow and Ferrari red.

They headed back up, a nurse letting them know that she would be checking if you 3 were ready for visitors.

After a few minutes, she shows them in. Charles held the first bag, a little stuffed elephant and car in that and Charlotte followed behind, the onesies in that bag.

You were sitting on the bed, a baby wrapped up in a blanket being cradled to your chest with Seb sitting on the edge of the tiny hospital bed.

“Congratulations!” The young couple comes over to peek at the baby. Charlotte instantly makes the same comment Seb did, telling you that the baby’s got your nose.

Charles hands the bags to Seb, “we weren't sure what you were having so we got some normal stuff,” he tells him, Seb peeks into the bag and smiles when he notices the stuffed toy.

“Honey, look,” he pulls out the car Charles picked. “Awh, that’s adorable.” You smile, pulling the blanket down a little more to show off your little darling.

“Oh, we didn’t tell them his name,” You tell your husband.

“It’s a boy?” Charlotte smiles, admiring the little boy in your arms. You smile, nodding.

“Go ahead,” Seb sits beside you once again. “Charles, Charlotte, meet Alexander Charles Vettel.”

Charles’ blue eyes get teary, looking between the 3 adults and the baby. Charlotte grins at her boyfriend, you and Seb chuckling at Charles’s reaction.

“Charles as in..” he trails off, Seb nods. “After you, man.”

“We love you like a brother, it was fitting.” You tell him, smiling. “Do you want to hold him?” You ask the younger driver, and he nods. He takes a seat in the chair Seb was previously in while Seb takes Alexander from you, passing him over to Charles carefully. Charlotte joins her boyfriend, both of them cooing over the baby boy.

Seb’s got his arm around you, kissing your temple as you watched them. “We were going to go with Charlotte if it was a girl,” Seb nudged Charles’s leg with his foot, making them laugh.

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The next few days are a whirlwind of emotions.

Both Sebastian and Charles received massive fines for skipping out on press, Sebastian’s slightly lower than Charles considering the circumstances.

Sebastian offered to pay the fines for both of them, seeing that Charles was there with you guys. He refused to let you guys pay because after all, you did give him a namesake.

The news broke that the Ferrari driver was now a father and tons of congratulations and well wishes were being sent your way. There’s constant gifts being dropped off at your front door, you have seen the mailman more than you’ve seen your bed in the last few days.

Lewis was the first to send gifts your way. He had stopped by the hospital after he called Seb to find out where he had disappeared too. Lewis had sent a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers, congratulating you on a safe delivery and a healthy baby. There was a basket sent over with that as well, all the things two new parents might need; coffee for you two, diapers, wipes, clothing, baby formula - anything you needed, Lewis had sent.

One more gift was sent from him a few days after those arrived; a big box that Seb opened in the middle of the living room. A Ferrari red, toddler sized, Mercedes S-Class convertible was sitting on your rug with a note attached to it.

I know Alex isn't old enough to drive, but you know his god father had to hook him up. XO, Lewis.

You made sure to hold Alex in front of the car and take a picture to send to Lewis with a thank you.

A few other drivers had sent various baskets and sets of flowers. Baby toys, clothing and gifts were sent.

The Ferrari team had sent a basket over as well. Well wishes attached to the baby clothing in the basket. Shirts, shorts, sweaters, shoes, hats, all in various sizes and the prancing horse embroidered into all of them with different variations of the Ferrari logo.

You and Sebastian were sitting on the couch with Alexander laying against Seb’s chest. The three of you enjoying your down time as a family.

“He’s perfect, isn't he?” You whisper, your finger rubbing along his little cheek as you rest your head on Seb’s shoulder.

“Takes after his mother.” He smiles at you.

You smile at your two boys, “already troublesome like his daddy.”

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disruptveyouth · 1 year

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SHUT UP & DRIVE - mv1 x fem!driver reader

summary: You’re not the first female f1 driver on the grid and you’re certain you won’t be the last. But during the 2019 season, it’ll just be you and 19 males fighting for the same thing: a WDC. Your rookie year’s over, Red Bull’s giving you the chance to show you’re worthy of a seat in one of their cars. You’ve got a lot to prove, even more to lose, and you vow that nothing, that no one, will get in your way.

series masterlist -

0 - you’re on your own, kid

1 - happiness is a butterfly

2 - cowboy like me

3 - my tears ricochet

4 - i know the end

5 - moth to a flame

6 - new person, same old mistakes

7 - better than revenge

8 - long story short

9 - everything has changed

10 - shut up & drive

a/n: we’ve got a lot of f1 seasons to cover, a lot of characters to develop and a lot of hearts to break … let’s do this!

DISCLAIMER: this is fiction! it’s a creative outlet to write and explore a passion for f1. i do not own any drivers, formula 1 teams, companies mentioned, etc. again: this is all for fun. if you dislike any drivers mentioned in this fic, simply don’t read it! i will not tolerate disrespect, racism, homophobia, or hate of ANY KIND.

#formula one #f1 #formula one fic #f1 fic #f1 x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen fic #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #mv1 #charles leclerc fic #pierre gasly fic #carlos sainz jr fic #lewis hamilton fic #sebastian vettel fic #lando norris fic #red bull racing

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theemporium · 6 months

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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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norrisleclercf1 · 19 days

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History Repeats

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader x Charles Leclerc

Rating: PG

Warnings: None, just some serious angst

Words: 2.4K

A/N: The last line of the ending sucks, ignore it, also love you @mariahcarreyyy

Synopsis: After the huge fight where Charles walks out leaving Sebastian, Sebastian can't help but follow Charles and you to Australia, but what happens when he sees something the reminds him of the past. Does history really repeat itself?

If Sebastian knew one thing, history has a habit of repeating itself. He never wanted to admit that it happens, but it does, and he should accept that. But Sebastian has never really admitted to anything he didn't want to.

He especially had to start admitting his wrongs when Charles became his teammate. He thought that being the eldest driver and the number one driver in Ferrari, Charles would back down and learn his place, and he did anything but that. He challenged Sebastian but didn't care if that was his idol; he would win no matter what. It's partially why Sebastian fell in love with the young Monégasque driver. He fell in love with the fire in his eyes, the way he'd go blank and innocent looking, how he loved and touched softly; Sebastian was smitten, and he hated it.

You loved teasing your husband about it and had no shame in telling him you loved Charles. Sebastian would grumble over the young man, and you'd watch. It was like him and Mark all over again. Before you and Seb dated, you were friends first, and you remember how complex Sebastian and Mark's relationship was. You never pried into what happened between them, but it didn't take a genius to see how they still looked at one another.

Sebastian didn't like that he fell for a teammate twice. He got far too comfortable and used to having two bodies beside him when he woke. But now, he was waking up alone in his home in Switzerland. He could still hear your soft sobs from that night. Charles took off his ring, left, and flew back to Monaco. You were going after him, telling Sebastian he needed to determine what was more important: where they lived or their marriage?

To Sebastian, it was an easy choice. Their marriage was far more significant than where they lived, but why couldn't it be both? He didn't want fans constantly in their face, shoving their phones in his baby's faces; he wanted the open air and peace living in the Swiss mountains where no one could find them. Was that too much to ask for? Sebastian just finally wanted peace in his retirement. But, he'd never get that being married to Charles, and honestly, he didn't like that peace; he wanted his husband next to him, wearing his ring.

The ring that's burning a hole in Sebastian's pocket.

You and Charles had no idea that Sebastian was flying to Australia. He hasn't been able to sleep since the fights, and he wanted to have you two back finally. Sebastian was going to get his family back. He didn't care if he outed them to the world. He just wanted Charles and you to know that his selfish matters meant nothing to him. He loved you two too much to throw it away over where to live.

"Y/n," Ollie pulls out the last part of your name, pouting as you fuss over the boy's hair. "Ollie, please, just sit still. It's a bird's nest." Charles chuckles at the two of you. You move away, and he reaches over, ruffling his hair. Ollie whines and slaps Charles' hand.

"Y/n, he messed it up." You turn and glare at Charles, who shrugs his shoulders. "He's lying," You narrow your eyes, and Ollie giggles. "Oo, someone is in trouble." You turn that glare to Ollie, who stops and quiets, and Charles laughs. For his age, Ollie was rather brilliant. He noticed your relationship with Charles and said he wouldn't know anything. "Ollie, Charles, stop it." You reprimand them, and Charles goes back to his phone.

You can't help but stare at his empty ring finger and the burning on your finger and clear your throat. Since you left four weeks ago, you haven't talked to Sebastian, and you were starting to think your relationship with your husband was over. But he called you yesterday, and you two talked it over. He had asked to talk to Charles, but Charles shook his head no and refused to acknowledge that Sebastian was begging to speak to him.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but don't forget you two have that cricket thing." Slyvia's red hair makes you three nod and smile, and she eyes you but doesn't comment and walks away. "Here," you hand Ollie his hat, and he smiles brightly at you and places his head on your stomach. "Thanks, Mom." You blush and shove him lightly, which makes him giggle, and Charles smiles.

"Come on, we better get going." Charles groans and stands up, stretching, and you admire the toned muscle shown from his shirt lifting. "I'm just a piece of meat to you, aren't I?" You snap out of your trance as Charles mushes up his hair, smirking at you. "A very hot, intelligent, beautiful, amazing husband," Charles freezes, and Ollie blushes, feeling like he's intruding, and bolts as Charles melts. It's been hard on him since leaving Sebastian; he misses the man he fell in love with.

"You're more than that, Charles. Just being very hot is a bonus," you finish, wrapping his arm around you; he pulls you close and peeks your lips, smiling. "I love you so much." He whispers, and you steal another kiss and hear loud Italian, both of you rushing out as Sylvia stops and glares. "We're going, we're going," Charles grumbles and gently pushes you into the soft, warm Australian air. Sylvia eyes you, and you wave Charles off and stare at her.

"You're here a lot without Sebastian." You feel your gut twist, wishing you could tell the world that you, Sebastian, and Charles were married, but the world, well, the F1 world, wasn't ready to accept that fact. "Yes, because Sebastian is busy, Syliva. I've known Charles for a long time; I don't need my husband here when I visit." You bite back, and Slyvia arches an eyebrow and sighs. "I've known for a while, Y/n, whenever you three are ready, we've got the statement ready." Her red hair burns you almost as she follows after Charles, and you stand there, breath tight.

"Y/n hurry, before Charles comes, drag you out himself!" Syliva yells, and you snap out of it and rush to the area where fans are screaming and trying to get Charles's attention.

Charles groans as he waves and smiles at everyone. "You alright?" Ollie asks, noticing how Charles looks around. "You ever miss someone so much that no matter what you're doing, you can't stop thinking about them?" Charles asks. Ollie stutters and clears his throat before nodding with a blush coating his cheeks.

Charles chuckles, pulls Ollie into a hug, and rubs his shoulder comfortably. "We'll be okay, kid," Ollie nods, and fans go crazy seeing this interaction. "Charles?" Ollie whispers, and Charles turns away from signing and leans in, as does Ollie. "You and Sebastian will be okay too," Ollie pulls away, smiles slightly, and runs away, leaving Charles to give him his soft smile. "Cute," Charles mumbles and goes back to signing.

Sebastian pulls his hat down and sighs in peace when fans in the paddock just move around him, not really caring who he is. It helps that he's wearing a Ferrari shirt with the last name Leclerc. Everyone assumed he was just a fan, not a 4x WDC. Hearing the screams, he smiles, seeing the crowd around the Ferrari hospitality.

Heading over the building, he stops seeing Charles holding a cricket racket and Ollie beside him. Scanning the crowd, he doesn't see you and moves closer, wanting to see what they are doing. Sebastian notices how Ollie is standing closer to Charles than normal. He tries hard not to read into it but stops when he sees the way Charles gives him a soft smile and gently explains something to the confused F2 driver.

Ollie blushes, and Charles reaches up, ruffling his hair. Like ice was injected into his veins, it was Deja Vu. When he started to fall for Charles, Sebastian always ruffled his hair and stayed close to him, not wanting to overwhelm the boy during media duties like this. Ollie says something, and Charles laughs loudly and smiles so brightly that Sebastian feels sick.

As if he could tell he was being watched, Charles's head snapped back, scanned the crowd, and stopped, staring at Sebastian. Seb slowly raises a hand to wave, but Charles moves and turns his back to Sebastian, returning to talking to Ollie. Sebastian jumps when he feels a hand on his arm and sees you standing before him. "Y/n," He breathes, going in for a kiss, but you stop him. "Not here, come on." You pull him through the crowd and shove him into the hospitality.

"What are you doing here, Sebastian?" He flinches at your harsh tone, almost like you're upset with him being here. "For you and Charlie, I'm here for you two." Looking down at his feet, the ring burning. "Seb," Your voice breaks. You didn't mean to get angry at your husband. All you felt was worry when you saw him standing in that crowd, worried that the fans would see him and it'd turn to chaos.

"He's gotten close with Ollie," You look up, seeing how Sebastian refuses to look you in the eye; you almost want to laugh but don't. "Yes, Ollie and he became close. Ollie really looks up to Charles." Sebastian scuffs and plays with the wedding ring on his finger. "Is…are they…ughn." Sebastian makes a weird noise in the back of his throat. Your heart rate spikes as your mind whirls through anything he could ask.

"Sebastian, do you think they're……Sebastian, the kid is 18!" You hiss, Sebastian scuffs, and you see an anger in his eyes you've never seen before. "So?! And Charles and I had an appropriate age difference? Honestly, Y/n, look me in the eye and tell me that Charles and I had an appropriate relationship." He says you look away because, in the end, you know if people knew of this relationship, they would disagree.

"Right, so you can see my worries. He looked right at me and ignored me. Fuck, maybe we really are over." The door slams open, and Charles stands there. Ollie is behind him as Charles stalks down the hall; you can feel the anger pulsing off of him. "Ollie, go find Carlos. I need to talk with my husband and wife." Ollie swallows, nods, and slips through you three; he could practically be running with how fast he was trying to get out of there.

Charles isn't able to get his words put before Sebastian accuses him. "Are you cheating on me?" Charles stands there, his anger deflating faster than a punctured tire. He stares at Sebastian, his eyes filling with tears, letting out a wet laugh. "That's why you're here? To accuse me of cheating? Not to work on us, but to accuse me of this? Fuck you." Charles whispers, shaking his head. "You didn't answer me," "Sebastian," You growl, but Sebastian just waves you off.

"You can't blame me for asking because look at how we started." It's such a slap in the face to Charles that he stumbles back. You were well aware of how they started: After a hard race, they looked for comfort in each other, which led to one thing. Sebastian didn't tell you immediately that he was sleeping with his teammate, but you didn't tell him that you and Charles were falling in love. "You ignored me when you saw me, Charles, immediately you turned to Ollie. You didn't even smile." Seb hisses, his anger overwhelming him.

"I WAS PROTECTING YOU!" You flinch at Charles yelling. "I was protecting you, goddamit Sebastian. You were surrounded by 100 fans; what would've happened if they noticed you were there. You, haha." Charles laughs, pulling at his hair. You move to comfort him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stares at Sebastian.

"I love you, you and Y/n. The only two people I've ever truly loved, and here I was thinking, you….you throw that back in my face. I love you, I love you," Charles repeats, trying not to break down. "Charlie, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry," Sebastian whispers and reaches out of him. Charles sobs and moves away from you, crumbling into Sebastian's arms. You sniffle and blink fast; they had a love you'll never understand, just the same between you, Sebastian, and Charles. You each love each other in a way you'll never understand.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say those things. I'm scared of losing you. I can't lose you." Sebastian whispers, Charles whimpers and buries himself deeper into Sebastian's hold. "You won't lose me, Sebby, I promise." You wipe your eyes as Sebastian looks up at you and holds his arm out. Moving, you join them as Charles takes deep breaths; Sebastian still smells of fresh air and damp wood. It was his favorite smell.

"I don't care where we live, I don't care if we're poor or rich, they're our babies, and you'll be there with me. I don't care as long as we're together. I should've said that, who the fuck cares. I just want you two. Don't leave me." Sebastian whispers.

"Do you have my ring?" Charles pulls back, and Sebastian nods fast, fumbling as he pulls out the little gold band. Charles's empty finger itches to regain the familiar weight. "I didn't mean to take it off. I was just so angry, I couldn't…." Charles's voice falls off as Sebastian grips his face, kissing him gently. Charles blushes like he is still that 20-something-year-old being kissed for the first time.

"Promise me something?" You pull away and wipe your eyes, all 3 of you looking a mess. "Anything," They both blurt and chuckle as you giggle. "Promise me that we won't do this again; we can't. I can't handle being tugged back and forth. We need to talk to each other; it doesn't matter how hard it is or if it angers us; we can't go through this again. Because, well," You trail off, and Sebastian's mouth drops open.

"No, oh my god." His voice is airy as he tries not to cry for a different reason. Charles chuckles and shakes his head. "Explains the weird pickles, peanut butter, and ice cream snacks." You slap his chest, and Sebastian moves to scoop you up, as you laugh and Charles chuckles. "I love you, I love the both of you so much."

Everything really would be okay.

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