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pairing: c.leclerc x wolff!reader summary: everyone thinks you're secretly dating lewis, you have eyes for someone else. a/n: lol posting this bc I need the satisfaction of finishing something bc the fic I'm writing is making me question life

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Mini Summary: the lowest point in Seb & Mia’s relationship post Austria 2022

word count: 3.9k

tags/warnings: aston martin ¡driver! oc x sebastian vettel, swearing, arguing, mean seb, just two teammates having a bicker really, mentions webber

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Austria had been a bad weekend, a really bad weekend and especially for her teammate. 

Their year hadn’t been going too badly; they had both been within the points most weekends and if not at least competing for them. But, that wasn’t the problem; the problem was that their car was no better than last years, and if anything it was slower, and she knew that was playing on her teammate’s mind. 

Her weekend had not been too bad; she had managed to finish eleventh in the end, just out of the points, she had only managed to gain one position, but she had managed to hold onto it in one of the slowest cars on the grid. Her teammate’s weekend, on the other hand, had been worse. He had barely made it out of the bottom three all weekend. He had ended up qualifying badly and then his races had not been good either with him being spun off the track twice, with neither of them being his fault.

The weekend had just not agreed with him. 

What had made the weekend even worse was him getting fined for leaving the drivers meeting on the Friday. She didn’t blame him; they had been going over and over the same point again and again for what felt like hours and they had been getting nowhere. A lot of the drivers shared the same opinion, including her, but just none were Sebastian Vettel, and none had walked out.

She had been sitting next to him during the meeting just like she usually did. She had put her hand on his thigh as a warning when she had first felt him start to get riled up. She had said his name a few times under her breath when he had started speaking up; when he had started speaking his mind. She had tried to warn him, tried to calm him down because she knew if it was anyone else it would have been fine, but they always had it out for him. 

It had been the same thing over and over, and even Mia was tired of hearing it, so she couldn’t even imagine what it was like for her teammate. 

She didn’t have to for much longer because with a shake of his head he had stood up, telling them that he had listened to the same shit for the past 15 years and that he was sick of it before walking out of the meeting.

She had tried to catch his line of sight as he brushed past her, but he hadn’t even looked in her direction. She watched him leave with not even a glance back over his shoulder. 

Looking over her own shoulder, she had caught Mick’s gaze as she did so. He had given her a worried furrow of his brows and all she could do was give him a reassuring smile and told him that it was fine and that she would find him after. 

She did find him later, but not until a lot later that night. He had been in her hotel room effing and blinding the FIA. It wasn’t like him and that had shocked her.

It wasn’t the Seb she knew now, but instead the Seb she knew all those years ago. The RBR Seb she knew would’ve sworn to hold them all hostage and would have if he had been allowed. He would have called them all out individually, found every last bit of dirt on each of them, and started a witch hunt. He would have named and shamed every last one of them, but that wasn’t the Seb she knew now. The Seb she knew now could normally put a smile on his face no matter what, normally had control over his emotions, but he had let it get to him, and this was all before the race.

They barely said anything to each other after the race. 

She knew he was disappointed, angry even. 

He had only just about managed to put a smile on his face when he congratulated her for her finish and the only time she had seen him actually happy that whole weekend was when he had congratulated Mick on his P6 finish. 

He had been silent the whole way through the race debrief and he was normally the one that would not shut up. The one that would sit there for hours upon hours trying to find ways that they could improve, analysing everything and anything just to find any small gains. She would normally leave hours before he did only for him to find her later and catch her up on everything she had missed. He was the one that they actually had to ask to leave. Yet, he was the first one to leave and could not have gotten out of that room any quicker. 

He had looked utterly defeated. 

They hadn’t said anything else to each other, but later that night there had been a knock at her hotel door. She knew it was him because there was no one else it could have been. She had opened the door, half expecting an apology, but he barely said anything. Just muttering a few words to her before his lips had crashed against hers. He wasn’t drunk, but she could taste the alcohol on his tongue. 

He had walked her over to the bed and undressed her. 

There had been no tenderness, no words exchanged, no little kisses, no loving glances. 

He had just fucked her and then left her. 

He had come back the next morning apologising to her, telling her that he was sorry and that he had just been in a bad mood and that he was sorry for taking it out on her because she didn’t deserve that. 

She had just shaken her head and told him not to be silly, told him to forget it because that was what it was meant to be like. It was meant to just be sex. There was not meant to be any emotions. They were not meant to do anything of the things they normally did. They were meant to just fuck and that be it, but they did everything that they weren’t meant to do. 

He always stayed the night. He always whispered sweet words into her ear as she fell asleep. He would make her breakfast in the morning if they were at hers and if not they’d always order room service. They would go out for dinner or lunch and just about everything else claiming it was team-bonding or something along those lines and especially if the press caught them. 

He stayed at her house whenever he was in England. They would walk her dog, they’d go on runs together, and they even went food shopping once. It was as if they were in a relationship, yet neither of them would believe that it was anything more than just sex.

They were both just as delusional as the other. 

But he had still continued to apologise to her, to worship her, pressing kisses to every little bit of her skin and running his fingers over every part of her body, and then he fucked her just like he was meant too.

A few weeks, well, days that felt like weeks passed and she was back in England, back in her apartment. Seb had been staying with her because he was needed at the factory. Mia had said that he could stay at hers as she only lived half an hour away from the factory and, well, because she liked it when he stayed at hers. 

They had fallen into their little routine; waking up in the same bed, having breakfast together before they would got to work for the day, mainly spending their days at the factory either in the sim or working with the engineers, mechanics and anyone else to try and make the car better. They had a few bits of marketing to do with the team as well and then they’d drive back from work, together. It was as domestic as it could possibly get, yet neither of they would ever admit that it was. They didn’t speak of it, an unspoken agreement between the two of them and it worked so why would they need to fix it. 

He spent nearly a week at hers. If they weren’t needed in the factory, they’d spend the morning in bed before getting up to walk her dog. They’d then make breakfast and then maybe go for a run because even on their days off they both liked to be active. They would then spend the rest of the day lounging around and trying to find something somewhat interesting to watch on TV before making dinner. 

He probably should have gone home to his family, but he had been too wrapped up in the moment. He had been too intoxicated by her that he didn’t want to do anything else, but be by her side. 

“I am going for a run,” she had announced one morning as she joined him in the kitchen. He had been sat at the counter on his laptop, staring at something intensely, engrossed in something completely. “Do you want to join me?” she asked trying to get his attention, 

“uh-yes,” he replied not even glancing from his laptop screen, “just give me a second,”

“what’s the matter?” she asked walking over to where he was sitting and put her arm around him as she looked to what he was reading. 

It had been the final report of his fine from the weekend.

Of course it was. 

She skimmed over it and they hadn’t been pleasant, even going as far to say that he shouldn’t be considered a role model anymore for acting the way he did. That his actions were inexcusable and, furthermore, that he would have to pay the fine even after they had previously excused it after a comment made to the press that may not have even been from Seb himself. She understood why he was annoyed, she could feel his skin bubbling with frustration, but she wanted to do anything but talk about it in that moment. She knew he had every right to be upset about it, but in her selfishness she didn’t want anything to ruin their week. 

But it had. 

“You know you’re still my role model,” she had said running her fingers through his curls as she tried to lift the mood, 

“unbelievable,” he just said shaking his head, it was clear he wasn’t in the mood for jokes. He had pushed the laptop away from him, squeezing his eyes shut and squeezing the bridge of his nose. She had noticed how his shoulders were tense, how she could see the frustration behind his eyes. 

She couldn’t help but want to move the conversation in any other direction than the one it was currently heading in, but she had failed. 

She only seemed to make it worse suddenly turning it into something she really, really did not want to happen, 

“I mean what were you expecting?” she half joked walking away from him to find her trainers, 

“what?” he snapped after her stopping her in her tracks, 

“you walked out of a drivers meeting, what were you expecting?” she shrugged trying to dismiss what she had previously said. She didn’t want to get into it. She didn’t want to be talking to him about work. It was her day off, their day off and she didn’t want their day to be ruined arguing over the fine he had received. 

“A little bit of support maybe,” he said shaking his head as he turned away from her in disbelief, 

“support?” she laughed, “what would you have wanted me to have done?” she asked him only receiving a glance from him in response, “Seb, c’mon, you know i would’ve been crucified if i had walked out of the drivers meeting. I don’t need to give them any other reasons to hate me.”

He just shrugged in response. 

“Are you coming or not?” she asked wanting to change the subject, wanting to get out of the four walls that surrounded her as they slowly seemed to be enclosing in on her. She knew he had every right to be upset. She knew she would’ve been equally pissed off if it was here, but right in that moment she didn’t want to talk about it. She just wanted to go on her run and forget completely about, but he didn’t. 

He just waved his hand at her, shrugging her off as he mumbled something. 

He said it in German and she was sure it escaped him at times that she too did speak German. 

She could have let it go, she should have let it go, but she hadn’t because instead she had chosen to call him out on it. It had only been a passing comment he had made, but it had gotten to her. Maybe because everything that had been building for the past month had finally bubbled to the surface. That everything that they had kept sweeping, and sweeping, under the rug had become a mountain of built-up tension between the two of them, and sharing the same four walls had finally brought it to the surface. Nothing awful had really happened between the two of them, but just lots of little things that wouldn’t normally have bothered either of them, but they had both had bad races and they both wanted something or someone to blame. 

“What is your problem at the moment?” she asked standing square to him, 

“excuse me?” 

“this past month,” she said, “what’s been the matter with you?” she asked, “we have a shit car, Seb, i know, but you don’t need to sit around moping, you joined a mid-field team, what were you expecting?” 

He was almost too stunned to speak.

“You don’t always get to win, Seb,” she added shaking her head as she turned away from him, 

“who are you to be saying anything to me?” 

That stopped her in her tracks. 

“Seriously?” she asked raising her voice at him as she swung back around to look at him, 

“we aren’t anything, Mia,” he said, his hand pointing between the two of them, “me, you, this. It isn’t anything.” 

He watched as her brows furrowed as she processed what he was saying. 

He was right, well, he thought he was. Who was she to be telling him what to do, how to behave? She didn’t get to decide whether the way he was behaving was right or not. She wasn’t his wife, she wasn’t anything to him. She was just his teammate. 

“You don’t get to tell me off, Mia, you’re not my wife,” he said hand gesturing between them again as he tried to get his point across, “this is nothing,”

She let her mouth hang open for a second. She couldn’t believe what he was saying or that in a matter of moments this was what it had turned into. It was never meant to turn into argument about their relationship, or lack of as far as Seb was concerned, but maybe this was what everything had been leading up too. They had never talked about it and maybe this was it finally all blowing up.

“You're stood I’m my fucking kitchen, Seb, you made me fucking breakfast this morning, you have been living in my house for the past week so don’t try telling me that this is nothing.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. She could see I’m contemplating what to say back because he knew she was right. She could see him getting riled up, the anger that was never intended for her being aimed at her. 

But what he said wasn’t what she expected.

“Who else have you slept with?” his accent thick, his voice bitter, but it seemed to be actual question— that he was actually asking her who else as if he wasn’t the only one, as if this was a normal thing for her. 

“Seriously?” was all she managed to snap back. 

That was his response… That was all he had to say to what she had previously said. It had made her mad for more than just one reason. He had to know that he was the only one right? But was that really what he thought of her? 

She could feel her blood boil. Her hands forming fists as she dug her nails into her palms as she tried to stop herself from crying. 

That’s what he wanted to say? 

Out of everything he could possibly have asked, that was what he wanted to know. 

He wanted an argument.

That’s why he said it. 

He wanted to hurt her because that was what he was feeling. 

“C’mon, i know I’m not the only one,” he mocked, “did Mark know that you were fucking Daniel?” he asked. It almost sounded like a genuine question, but she knew better. Maybe a little part of it was, but she could hear the harshness in his voice, she could see the mean glint that flickered across his eyes. There was no way that it was just a question, he wasn’t even asking, he just wanted to take pot shots at her.

He just wanted to hurt her.

“I mean, yeah, sure, he acts like a kid, but he was still how old? How old were you, huh? The first time?”

She just shook her head at him, not believing the words that were leaving his mouth. She always knew he could be mean. 

“Did you fuck Mark too?” he snarled in broken english, 

“fuck you,”

“who else have you fucked to get yourself here, huh?” 

That one hurt. He knew it would hurt her that’s why he said it. He didn’t even mean it, but he just wanted to get back at her. He felt bad the second he had said it; the second he saw the look of betrayal on her face.

“Fuck you,” she said stopping herself because she could hear her voice breaking.

She didn’t want to believe it. She didn’t want to believe that those were the words that were leaving his mouth. It was untrue and he knew that. He knew everything she had been through, every single thing she had fought just to be even deemed worthy of getting her F1 seat. He knew that, he knew it all. She had stood beside him in his shirt, his race for women shirt, so many times. She had so many good memories with him with that shirt, with his beliefs. That he was the one that stood by her through everything and that was what made it worse, that he was willing to go against everything he stood for, all of that history, just to hurt her.

The one about Mark hurt too. She knew that he knew it wasn’t true, but he still said it just to cause her pain. He knew her and Mark’s history, he had been part of it yet he still decided to bring it up just to torture her a bit more. 

So she wanted to hurt him back. 

 “At least i’m not cheating on my fucking wife,” was all she managed to bite back at him. She clenched her fists even tighter. She felt the prick of tears in her eyes. She didn’t like confrontation. She didn’t like arguing. It always made her cry, but there way no way she was crying in front of him. Not today… not now.

“You should be at home with your fucking children, but, no, you’re here instead,” she spat back, finally finding her confidence, “after everything i told you about my own childhood you're choosing to do that them just so you can sleep around?” 

“do not mention my fucking kids.” 

He raised his voice in a way she had never heard before, in a way that she never knew he was capable of. It was a side of him she had never seen before, never even seen a glimpse of before. She couldn’t even describe it and it almost scared her. 

He looked at her in utter disgust, a whole mix of emotions behind his eyes. 

It took her a second to regain all of the confidence she had a mere second ago. 

“Do not accuse me of sleeping around to get my f1 seat then,” she said raising her voice back at him, but it fell quiet as her voice cracked out the last part of her sentence, “because you of all people know that’s not true.”

He didn’t say anything. 

He just turned away from her. 

His hands falling to his hips. 

She could see his back straining under his shirt, his shoulders tensing. 

She just stood still. 

Not wanting to move, not wanting to make a single sound because she didn’t know what would happen. It had never been like this between them.

They hadn’t argued once.

This was new and she hated it. 

“This isnt working for me anymore,” he finally said as he turned back around to look at her, “none of it,” he added holding her stare, 

“maybe i should just retire.” 

She looked at him for a second. He said it so easily, so blasé. As if it were something he just threw around. It shocked her. She wasn’t expecting him to say that. They’d been arguing, but how had that led to that decision? Sure, they had a bad race, a bad season, a bad car, but it wasn’t that bad. Or was it? Bad enough that he didn’t want to be racing next year. That after all these years he was going to give up the one thing he loved more than anything else. 

She could’ve said something then, even just asked him why— asked him what the fuck? She could’ve told him that it would get better. Maybe it would have helped change his mind, probably not. But she regretted that she didn’t. She regretted that she didn’t because in that moment she was furious with him. She blamed herself, for some reason, as if anything she would’ve said could have changed his mind. She hadn’t said anything because they were arguing because he was angry, angry at her. 

She didn’t say anything. She just walked to the door grabbing her keys, her phone, her coat. She knew he was waiting for her to say something. 

She didn’t say anything because she didn’t know what to say. She would have only have said something that would have made it worse and who was she to tell him what to do. They weren’t in the right space to be having that conversation, his retirement, but also who was she to ever have that conversation with him?

“Seb, honestly, do what you want…” she sighed, holding his gaze for a moment before going back to pulling her trainers on, “i don’t care,” she did care, and he said nothing. Turning away from her, again, his hand on his hips. Shaking his head as he fought the feeling to break something, to say something he shouldn’t. 

“I’m going,” she said looking to him as she walked to the door. She wanted him to turn round. She needed him to turn around. She needed to see his face. “Be here or don’t be here when i get back, you decide,” she said turning to leave, closing the door behind her. 

and he wasn’t there when she got back. 

an/ this will definitely get updated at some point cos im not entirely happy with it and also the brazil part will be some time in the distant future as that will be the last part of this series (or one of) This part is 1/3 and the other parts will be up soon-ish (mark webber fic will be up soon too and its already at 5k words :P)

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Chapters From An Old Book

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, being cheesy, mentions of pregnancy and birth, britta being over seb’s nonsense, horner mention lmao, jenson being a little match maker, a trip down memory lane, mentions and references to sex, it’s giving anti ferrari for a slight second there, mark cameo + lance and sara cameo!, heart felt conversations, talks of his retirement. 

Word Count: 6.8k

Author’s Note: once again, i'm writing a flashback fic and are we surprised ? no. also shut up i’m emotional over this 35 year old german guy. – based on this ask - one

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The door to the girls’ bedroom shut behind you quietly, you made your way down the stairs slowly so it wouldn’t creak. 

“Sebastian?” You called into the empty house, he was somewhere around here. He had been ‘nesting’ so to speak; trying to figure out what’s to come next. 

This was a big decision and it had been weighing heavy on him. 

You can hear the thumping coming from the basement and a groan, you follow the sound down to find your husband sitting on the floor with a bunch of storage containers and boxes. 

“Hi honey,” he glances at you, patting the spot next to him. 

You join him on the floor. “What’s all this?” You ask, peeking into the box in front of him. He pulls out a stack of photos, held together with a rubber band. 

“Just going down memory lane.” 

Sebastian wasn’t one for looking to the past, good nor bad; so you knew something was up if you found him down here. 

He was flipping through the pictures when you found a CD in the box. “What’s that?” He asks, you make your way over to put it into the DVD player you had in the basement. 

“No clue, but we’re about to find out.” 

You hit play and return to Seb, the two of you looking at the screen.  It’s a copy of his first win, Monza 2008; there’s a few scratches on the CD because it jumps a bit but you glance at your husband. 

“That’s one of the greatest moments of my life.” He smiles, his eyes fixed on the screen. 

“Why only one of the greatest? Why not the greatest?” 

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Chapters From An Old Book

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, being cheesy, mentions of pregnancy and birth, britta being over seb’s nonsense, horner mention lmao, jenson being a little match maker, a trip down memory lane, mentions and references to sex, it’s giving anti ferrari for a slight second there, mark cameo + lance and sara cameo!, heart felt conversations, talks of his retirement. 

Word Count: 6.8k

Author’s Note: once again, i'm writing a flashback fic and are we surprised ? no. also shut up i’m emotional over this 35 year old german guy. – based on this ask - one

italics are flashbacks! 

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The door to the girls’ bedroom shut behind you quietly, you made your way down the stairs slowly so it wouldn’t creak. 

“Sebastian?” You called into the empty house, he was somewhere around here. He had been ‘nesting’ so to speak; trying to figure out what’s to come next. 

This was a big decision and it had been weighing heavy on him. 

You can hear the thumping coming from the basement and a groan, you follow the sound down to find your husband sitting on the floor with a bunch of storage containers and boxes. 

“Hi honey,” he glances at you, patting the spot next to him. 

You join him on the floor. “What’s all this?” You ask, peeking into the box in front of him. He pulls out a stack of photos, held together with a rubber band. 

“Just going down memory lane.” 

Sebastian wasn’t one for looking to the past, good nor bad; so you knew something was up if you found him down here. 

He was flipping through the pictures when you found a CD in the box. “What’s that?” He asks, you make your way over to put it into the DVD player you had in the basement. 

“No clue, but we’re about to find out.” 

You hit play and return to Seb, the two of you looking at the screen.  It’s a copy of his first win, Monza 2008; there’s a few scratches on the CD because it jumps a bit but you glance at your husband. 

“That’s one of the greatest moments of my life.” He smiles, his eyes fixed on the screen. 

“Why only one of the greatest? Why not the greatest?” 

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they’ve worn her down until next to nothing remains. so how did they manage take even more from her, if she had nothing left to give?

chapter 10, coming 11/1

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

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…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

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Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

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This might be the real one, y’all.

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they’ve worn her down until next to nothing remains. so how did they manage take even more from her, if she had nothing left to give?

chapter 10, coming 11/1

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