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Lowkey begging for a flirty RBR era!Sebastian Vettel fic, maybe about him being photographed during a really brief moment during a meet-and-greet flirting/ giving the biggest “heart eyes” in the world to the reader (who is a really enthusiastic fan with a huge crush) and the media sees this and sort of goes wild over the obvious chemistry, at which point Redbull decides they need to invite the reader to the next race so the pair can see each other again. First time requesting so I hope I’ve done this right lol, thank u in advance?! ;p
INFATUATION
sebastian vettel x reader
It was loud and slightly overwhelming but you didn't care. You couldn't find it within yourself to spare a glance at the chaos. It was almost calming, in a peculiar way. You were stood at the front of the barriers holding a red bull cap in your hands, a long with a pen.. just in case.
You'd woken up at 5am to somehow be at the barriers for 7, your sister stood next to you, also with a red bull cap in hand. Despite your love for formula 1 and Sebastian Vettel, you wouldn't have awoken at 5am without her. The noise and cheers of those around you got louder as Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber walked over to everyone at the barriers, signing things blindly, talking to fans and nodding at whatever fans had to say, plastering a small smile onto their faces no matter what the fan said.
You could feel your heart fluttering with nerves while your stomach churned ever so slightly.
You had a slight infatuation for the 2 time world champion, Sebastian Vettel. I mean– who wouldn't? He was feisty, gorgeous, breathtaking and– fuck. You needed to get a grip.
You tightened your grasp on your red bull cap, glancing at your sister, who probably forgot you were even there, as she watched Sebastian and Mark sign stuff and talk to fans from afar.
And then he was in front of you. Sebastian fucking Vettel was stood signing your cap. Your throat was dry and you couldn't think of anything to say except for a breathless thank you.
"You're welcome." He laughed slightly, glancing up at you as he finished signing your cap. "You here for me or Mark?" He asked, a small smirk on his lips.
You chewed your bottom lip nervously, a small smile spreading onto your lips. "You." You managed to say.
"Correct answer." He laughed. "Your eyes are quite pretty." He said, quieter, as if he only wanted you to hear.
You flushed, unsure if you heard what he said correctly.
"What?" You sputtered.
"You heard me." He smirked.
"Well so are yours." You replied back, internally wincing at how cringe that sounded.
He stared at you for a little bit and you could've sworn you'd seen a small flush on his cheeks.
As quick as.. whatever this was had started, it was ending, as his manager ran over and whispered something into his ear. He quickly nodded and gave you a small wave, in which, you also gave him, a much more shy, wave back. And then he was gone, most likely preparing for the race, in which, he won.
You couldn't help but smile as you and your sister watched him on the podium, drenched and covered in wet, sticky champagne, which caused his skin to glisten in the warm sunlight.
That was 2 months ago. You hadn't been to another F1 race since due to work and being busy. You didn't even know what race you and your sister would go to next. You were flicking through a newspaper that you had brought earlier out of boredom and curiosity.
What were they reporting on nowadays?
The royal family– to be expected.
Celebrity affairs– to be expected.
Life "hacks"– stupid but, to be expected.
Sports– to be expected.
Sebastian Vettel– unexpected? But not unwelcome.
Your eyes were drawn to the article like a moth to a flame.
SEBASTIAN VETTEL INFATUATED WITH A FAN?
the two time F1 world champion was seen giving a fan quote on quote 'heart eyes' at the Spanish grand prix, is this his new girlfriend, or a secret fling?
You looked at the photo attached.
Your eyes widened.
No fucking way.
It was a photo of you, Sebastian was giving you quote on quote 'heart eyes'. The thought made you feel quite dizzy, your stomach churning. You seriously couldn't believe this.
You grabbed your laptop and found yourself looking at article after article of Sebastian giving you quote on quote 'heart eyes'. You seriously couldn't believe this, and you couldn't help but wonder if Sebastian knew anything about this.
He did know about it. He thought about you often, and the influx of articles about him giving you heart eyes made the feelings and thoughts 10 times more potent.
Sebastian was sat on his side of the garage, sipping his red bull while his engineers worked on his car. He had a good feeling about qualifying today. Mark walked over to him.
"Have you not tried to find her?" Mark asked suddenly, causing Sebastian to jump out of his skin.
"What- who- what are you on about?" Sebastian sputtered, confused.
"You know who, Sebastian! Don't act dumb with me. The girl who you gave heart eyes to at the meet and greet in Spain!" Mark said. "It's all the media are talking about!"
"Oh.. her." Sebastian muttered. "No. I don't even know how I'd find her." He added, a small frown appearing onto his face.
He didn't know why he was upset over this, he'd spoken to you for a maximum of 5 minutes before being dragged away.
"You could find her on Facebook." Mark said.
"You can do that?" Sebastian asked incredulously.
"I mean– no. I was trying to be helpful." Mark admitted, shrugging slightly.
Sebastian grumbled under his breath at that and walked off.
Mark couldn't drop it. Everyone and anyone who had eyes could see the chemistry between them both. And despite being rivals for the championship, they were still friends at heart.
And that's how he found himself, practically begging Sebastian's manager to find you– somehow.
And somehow he had. It was 10am, you walked to the bottom of your flat building to get your post, in which, you saw a letter from.. someone who you didn't even know. You were confused but, nonetheless, took it upstairs with you and into your flat to open it.
You sat on your sofa and opened the envelope. You opened up the paper and your eyes widened.
It was Sebastian's manager. Your lips parted in a silent shock. In brief, his manager wanted you to come to the Canadian grand prix as Sebastian wanted to see you again.
You couldn't believe it. Sebastian wanted to see you again, despite your brief interaction. You always thought of yourself as an awful flirter, but clearly, you weren't. You felt a small amount of pride fill up your chest as you smiled to yourself, holding the letter to your chest.
You'd dragged your sister to the Canadian grand prix with you. Well– you hadn't really dragged her, she came more than willingly.
You found yourself in the red bull garage, nervously waiting in Sebastian's side of it. You absentmindedly chewed on your thumbnail. What if he changed his mind? What if it was just a spurr of the moment thing?
You couldn't help the anxious thoughts that swirled around your head like a small storm forming, clouding up your thoughts.
Sebastian walked over to you, a small smile on his face.
"Fancy seeing you here." He said.
"Fancy seeing you here." You retorted.
His smile widened ever so slightly.
"I didn't think my manager would be able to find you– or that you'd even come." He admitted, looking into your eyes, with something like infatuation.
"Of course I'd come. Its free." You joked.
He laughed at that, loud and warm.
"You didn't come for me?" He tilted his head in the most endearing way.
"That was a small factor." You smirked, enjoying the back and forth banter going between you both.
"It's a bit loud in here, isn't it?" He asked you, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the chaos of the garage.
"A bit." Your replied, raising your voice to ever so slightly.
"Come with me to my drivers's room?" He asked.
You nodded and followed him to his driver's room.
You were both sat in his driver's room talking and getting to know one another.
Sebastian was extremely interesting, he found you interesting aswell. He told you stories of his younger self, stories of other drivers on the grid and random stories others had told him. You found your smile getting wider the more you two spoke to one another.
You somehow got onto the topic of him winning races and how, after a while, winning races had become repetitive to him.
"Well–" you began, feeling a small wave of confidence rushing over you. "If you win this race I'll kiss you."
"What?" He sputtered.
"You heard me. If you win this race I'll kiss you, deal?" You asked.
His lips parted in shock but he quickly nodded.
He couldn't believe his luck.
He had won the race with a 20 second lead. He got out of the car, took off his helmet and ran to the barriers. He instantly found you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. His lips were soft and tasted a bit like strawberries and mint. You grasped his shoulders, almost tugging him over the barriers. He smiled and a small breathy laugh escaped his lips.
He pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, his thumbs rubbing your cheek bones.
"I think I'll have to keep winning if this is my reward." He smirked before leaning back down and pressing his lips back against yours, completely disregarding the world and the cameras around you both.
Instead, being completely infatuated with you.
A/N: i hope this is how you envisioned it 😭😭 i actually really like this omg.
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15 years ago today, Sebastian Vettel became Red Bull’s first WDC and the youngest champion in F1 history.
He was only 23.
He still owns that record 🐐
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