Junge - Sebastian Vettel x reader
Sebastians Parents hate his career choice but at least you're here.
This is like a prequel to THIS fanfic - please beware that Sebs actual parents are incredibly cute and supportive and also i didn't mean to make like consistent songfics yet here we are. Its about "Junge" by "Die Ärtze"
hahahahaha
America's West, the vast prairie
And right in the middle of it: A small house
And in it: A concerned mother
2023 - Sebastian has just announced his retirement. You, his trusty Engineer since the Toro Rosso Days have spent the day looking back and reminiscing. Throughout the years you’ve had people come and go in your lives, but only you two and Britta, his manager, were truly consistent. One Group of People you absolutely couldn't count on were his parents.
They happily supported his Kart Career but going into F1? Never, F1 was for nobodies and troublemakers. If asked in which Michael would fall, they’d just say “Schumi is an exception”
Throughout the BMW Sauber Testing Years Seb would exist in the car given to him by BMW, friends apartments or hotels rented by Sauber themselves but never anything consistent. Once the move to Torro Rosso happened, with you becoming his equally young engineer, Red Bull made the decision to rent an apartment for you to share. Although you weren't a Red Bull Junior, Fate brought it this way.
You’d taken way too many angry calls of Sebs Parents, causing you to one day chuck his mobile phone down the toilet- He was enraged but life soon improved until the worst day happened. Your apartment was small yet cozy with each of you decorating their room lively. His covered in trophies and race suits, yours with study notes and smart looking graphs. Both however representative of your interests, with your shared common space housing your gaming consoles, a popcorn maker you bought thinking you’d use it a lot and a massive pullout couch someone put out for free which you transported home hanging off Sebs BMW X3
Boy (Boy), why haven't you learned anything?
Look at Dieter, he even has a car!
Why don't you go to Uncle Werner's workshop?
He'll give you a permanent employment, if you ask him about it
Boy (Boy, Boy)
That was the first thing barreling out of a phone held to your ears.
Sebastian and You had just entered the Red Bull Factory during off week to test new parts on the car. You, additionally, had more classes on being a Race Engineer. While you already were supporting him during races, you still had to study more to become better.
Just as you were about to enter the elevator, Helmut Marko came angrily flying towards you.
“SEBASTIAN VETTEL! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M TAKING CALLS FOR YOU!” he shouted, throwing his Motorola towards you both. His moms shriekky noisy voice echoed through the speaker.
His Cousin Dieter was a useless POS, whom his Uncle Werner, the workshop owner, coddled until there was no tomorrow. You had the displeasure of meeting them both when his parents sent them to your shared apartment, in hopes of building bridges. You both however preferred the Fernando Alonso Bridge and set this bridge on fire with a can of gasoline.
They were horrible rude upon intruding on your shared space. Dieter insulting your gaming setup, Werner complaining about your general decor and moving in. You’d gotten very fed up with them, opening the door and telling them to Leave that exact second.
Afterwards you and Seb had celebrated by ordering expensive Delivery Pizza while watching 100% Pirated movies. Most likely an Austin Powers Movie.
And the way you always look, holes in your pants, and always this racket
(What will the neighbors say?)
And your hair too, words fail me - do you have to dye it?
(What will the neighbors say?)
You never come home, we don't know what to do anymore
"DON'T GET THE TUB DIRTY!" you shrieked as Seb was trying to wash the dye out of your hair. You'd attempted to dye your hair purple and black with Seb being the one doing the work. He was, however, not good at being cleanly. He'd gotten dye inside of his gloves, on his pants and covered half of the apartment in the process. The washing out process was equally catastrophic with him getting your old bathroom tiles covered as well.
As some dye was left over, you decided to apply it to his beautiful locks. You both came out very matchy. His hair had him look like a black-purple Raccoon and as he was a skinny boy, he looked more like a hungry raccoon than the fat ones you’d usually see rummaging on TV.
The day after you had an appointment with a piercer to get further piercings, the guy immediately thought you were a couple because of the matching hair. You got multiple Piercings, each of them becoming their own memory for the future. You still remembered Brittas Expression as you turned up on Monday with all the metal jingling of your ears and in your face.
What you hadn't however expected, was receiving an invite to Sebastian's Aunts Birthday Party. The Raccoon dye in his hair greatly contrasted the grown up BMW you found yourself in as you two were approaching Heppenheim. Seb took you along as an emotional support animal to better endure the party. You had met his parents before, the day they turned up at your house and another when they turned up at the factory. The day they had turned up at your house, you had your lovely neighbor open the building's front door. She was a lovely lady with hearing issues so you could be as loud as you wanted without bothering her. She often would cook for you in turn helping her with heavy tasks. She shushed them away and made you a hearty meal.
As the car pulled into his old home's driveway, you clearly saw people rushing towards the front door and stumbling out. Seb was clutching the wheel tightly, you both had been driving all the way from Austria so you were already pretty tired.
As you stepped outside you could hear his mom let out a surprised scream, it getting louder as Sebastian stepped out. Your favorite Piercing (a chain connecting from your lips to the ear) was glittering under the porchlight as his little brother rushed out, pushing his mom aside. He jumped upwards into Sebs Arms, possibly being the one most excited for his return.
“Who is this…Woman?” his mom asked, almost snakelike.
“My Race Engineer and Roommate, Y/N”, Seb stated while brushing through his brother's hair.
Boy (Boy) don't break your mother's heart
It's not too late to enroll at university
You used to be interested in animals, wouldn't that be worth pursuing?
Your own vet practice, Boy
The dinner was uncomfortable to say the least. His aunt was to your surprise the one married to Werner, so he, the aunt and Dieter kept giving you dirty looks. His grandparents were equally unhappy with your both looks. Meanwhile his little brother was trying to show him pictures and awards. His Mom didn’t miss a single Chance to insult his driving career, only his dad stayed quiet. Then she started, talking about his love for animals and proposing he should become a vet again. A proposal, she kept repeating uselessly.
Finally she dragged him away and his little brother approached you with shimmering eyes, inviting you to his room to show you his collection of things.
You happily took the chance to flee from annoying relatives as you settled onto Fabians Bed, the sheets with car print giving way under your bum. The quiet mumbling from downstairs being way more endurable than the massively loud chatter. You would always pick the sound of a screaming V10, even if it would blast your hearring away. It would at least protect you from the pain of being repeatedly and hiddenly insulted.
knock knock
His father came in, face pulled into a mildly sad expression as he sheepishly stood in front of the room's door. you eyed him, waiting for more insults of your person to be hurled at you.
Instead however, he gave you a bag.
“Y/N, right?”
“Yeah”
“Please” he was a quiet man, his age clearly visible on his face. “Please give this to Sebastian. Heike, she… She isn’t herself . This isn’t like her. But Seb, he should have this back.”
You take the bag and gingerly lay it on the mattress next to you.
“If she’s gotten so bad, why don’t you leave her?”
“I promised to stick to her, in good and bad times.”
And the way you always look, piercings in your nose, and always this racket
(What will the neighbors say?)
Electric guitars and always these lyrics
Nobody wants to listen to that
(What will the neighbors say?)
You never come home, so much bad company
We will disinherit you
(What will the tax office say?)
How is it all going to end, we are worried
Seb and You were finally back home. Home, yes that’s what Austria had become for you both.
The apartment was quiet until you rummaged through the cupboard, pulling out an Electric Guitar and its required equipment. You gave Seb a cheeky grin before proceeding to play Wonderwall by Oasis. “Not Wonderwall…” Sebastian moaned.
You handed him the Guitar. “Then play something Better, Starboy!”
“But I don't know how to?”
“Just let it out!” you screamed before stomping around the living room, tumbling over collections of varying junk and memorabilia.
clinggggg
You’d stumbled over the long forgotten bag his father had handed you. The Guitar abruptly stopped as Seb dropped it onto the Sofa while staring the bags contents
His first trophy, his favorite stuffed animal and his laminated photos of meeting Michael for the first time.
“Where did you get those from?” Seb asked with anger lacing his voice.
“Your father gave them to me.”
He looked between you and the bag's contents, difficulty enshrining his expression as you bent down, picking up the trophy. You lifted it, brushing your shirt over it. After a serious glance you shoved his newest trophies to the side and placed it smack dab in the middle. You could clearly imagine the little, then blonde boy, bursting with pride upon being handed it by his childhood Idol Michael Schumacher.
And you were such a sweet child
And you were such a sweet child
And you were such a sweet child
You were so sweet
And always your friends, I bet you all take drugs
And always this racket
(What will the neighbors say?)
Think of your future, think of your parents
Do you want us to die?
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Best Aid - Part One
Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist
Summary:you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don't know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.
Warning: Swearing, surgery, mention of blood, violence
A/N: i don't know if i will continue this... comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much
English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.
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It was already mid-morning. You looked at your watch for the tenth time in less than a minute. Your shift seemed to last forever. Which was very strange since it was a full moon night, and it was common for doctors and nurses to joke that on a full moon things got so crazy that a werewolf could easily walk through the door.
"coffee?" Jeremy, one of the nurses on duty with you asked.
"Yes, please! Things are so slow," you complained, and he laughed
"You're the only one who complains about that," he said, handing you the horribly strong coffee
"Jesus, are you trying to kill me?" you asked, giving the coffee back to him while making a face "this is poison, not coffee," he laughed
"The stronger, the better," he said, and you shook your head in disapproval.
"He definitely doesn't know how to make coffee. haven't you learned yet, y/n?" Lauren, a nurse for years at this hospital, spoke, leaning on the counter in front of you.
"yeah, lack of sleep makes you forget stuff," you said
"Go rest. we hold the ends here," she suggested, and you smiled considering her proposal.
You were new to the hospital, new to medicine in general. you had just finished your residency program in London and because of your mother's failing health, you decided to return to Birmingham and help your brothers and sisters to take care of her.
It had been less than two months since you had been accepted as an emergency and surgery doctor. being a rookie, all the night shifts on weekends were yours. at the end of that shift, it will be 36 hours since you haven't entered your house and you would still have to do the day shift before you go.
Looking around you saw how empty the emergency room was. two people arrived earlier, a teenager with an alcoholic coma and a child with rotavirus. two classics.
"Well, I think I'll accept this proposal and I'll take a nap. Call me as soon as someone walks through that door" you said getting up.
"Sure thing," they said.
Jeremy propped his feet up on the counter and grabbed his cell phone to watch something and Lauren rolled her eyes sitting next to him and opening her book.
You've decided to get the patient's parameters before going to bed. Make sure they were stable.
both of them seemed fine, while you wrote down the parameters in your tablet's system the doors to the emergency center opened
"I need some bloody fucking help here!" a man with a mustache and a strong accent yelled.
You left your tablet on an empty bed and ran outside. Jeremy ran after you pushing a stretcher.
Outside you came face to face with a black BMW X3 and inside it, in the back seat, a man was unconscious. You got partially into the car trying to have the best access to analyze the man
"What happened?" you asked one of the two men who were with him.
"Just bloody fix him, alright?" the other man spoke nervously
from the quick analysis, you assumed he had taken a beating, but you didn't know the extent of the damage. on the stethoscope, the lung and heart appeared clean and functioning normally. His heart rate was a little faster than normal, perhaps because of the bleeding
"Hey, can you hear me?" you asked the man in an attempt to get attention, trying to gauge where he was on the Glasglow coma scale.
With your flashlight, you quickly assessed his neurological status and noticed that the pupils were not reactive. He was a 3, with no eye response, no motor response, and no verbal response.
"Okay, let's get him inside and straight to CT," you said getting out of the car and hanging your stethoscope around your neck again. Jeremy moved to put him on the stretcher "the pupils are not responsive. lungs clear. heart beating fast, but it could be due to the bleeding" you were talking to Lauren, who had the tablet in her hand filling out his form "what is your name?" you asked the two men.
"Arthur, this is John," the man who came through the door shouting said "that's our brother Tommy" you nodded.
"I need you to pass your social data to her," you said indicating to Lauren, and walked into the hospital, Jeremy already in front of you.
In CT you saw intense bleeding caused by trauma, causing compression of the third cranial nerve and the upper brain stem. hence the pupils and the loss of consciousness. Now you were worried, the bleeding was extensive and looked bad.
"Ok, we need to act fast. Prep an OR. We don't know how long he's been like this" you said leaving the cabin and going to get ready for surgery.
you are not a neurosurgeon, but intracranial pressure reduction is a simple procedure and necessary until a real evaluation by the neurologist.
The surgery went well. the blood inside the skull was drained, relieving the pressure and you directed him to the ICU, for better follow-up.
After him, cases didn't stop coming in and you didn't stop for a minute.
you looked at the clock on your wrist as you bandaged a man who had been stabbed in the arm, you were glad that it was already eight o'clock and the number of staff was returning to normal so you could take thirty minutes just to lie down and put your legs up.
"We survived another apocalypse," Jeremy said stopping beside you and you smiled
"yeah, lucky us," you said tiredly
"Weeell, good luck in here. I'm going home to my husband!" he said
"thank you, I've never been so jealous of you," you said jokingly and he walked away with a huge smile.
The residents arrived and you gave them the night's cases. you encouraged them to think logically and critically. dividing them into groups so that each one stayed with a patient, studying the case and what could have been done differently while new cases did not emerge.
Few residents were interested in trauma, and they gradually dispersed to other areas throughout the day, but when they arrived they always looked for trauma because it was the only busy place in the hospital.
Two residents stuck with you all day, shadowing you. Their names are Davi and Megan. Both are desperate for knowledge.
"I have a special case for you," you said handing the tablet to them "A beaten man arrives without much information about what happened. What do you do?" you asked, as you walked down the hall
"the Glasgow thing," Davi said and you smiled and nodded
"Score 3 on the Glasgow thing," you said imitating him
"Shit... hm" he stopped thoughtfully "how long was he unconscious?"
"Don't know, he arrived unconscious" you replied "his brothers did not give much information"
"CT scan or X-ray" Megan added and he nodded supporting her answer
"Good. You see extensive intracranial bleeding" you said
"Surgery," the two said together and you nodded opening the door in front of you
"Look who's awake," you said smiling.
The blacked out man from the night before was now looking and talking to his brothers who were sitting on the small sofa next to the bed.
"How are you feeling?" You asked, standing at the foot of his bed while Megan and David prowled around him and examined him.
"Well... better than I look" he replied looking strangely at his residents.
"They're just checking your parameters" you explained
"Can I smoke?" he asked
"No you can't. Not here" you replied
"Can he drink?" one of the brothers asked
"John, right?" he nodded "no, he can't" you replied
"You just as good as dead, brother," Arthur said and you frowned.
Megan handed over the tablet to you with all the information. everything was normal.
"Do you have any questions?" you asked your residents
"When can I get out of here?" Thomas asked
"When will he get out?" you asked the two next to you
"Depends on your response to post-surgery," Davi said sounding a little unsure, and you nodded "could be in a day or two, or a week"
"I'll stay a day," he said
"hm, we recomment you follow our order and stay for as long as it’s necessary, but you do have your choices" you exhaled "ok, so... No questions to the patient kids?" they were silent, which you thought was strange, but you continued "did you feel any dizziness, shortness of breath, or sudden tiredness?" he shook his head "nausea?" same response "did you try to stand up?" he denied again "good, don't try yet. pee in the potty" you took the potty and put it on the bed "Need anything you press the button. If you feel anything different, press the button. Okay?" he nodded and you left the room
"Is that really Thomas Shelby?" Davi asked, surprising you
"Who?" you asked confused
"You don't know him?" Megan asked "working-class man, now one of the richest around? been on the media before being suspected of multiple crimes" she said as she was telling you a dirty secret
"Shit. You serious?" you asked and she nodded "well, we have to treat everyone the same. despite, all that... we made a vow, right?" they nodded
"I won't go in there alone," Davi said and you smiled "he scares the shit out of me"
"But he's hot," Megan said and you rolled your eyes
"Why don't you guys go scrub in some surgery, hm? we are done here" you said and they walked away.
Lying on the bed in the staff room, you felt exhausted.
Picking up your cell phone you did what anyone would do, googled Thomas Shelby. being surprised and intrigued by what you saw.
--/--
After sleeping for a few hours, you went on with your rounds. Lunch was being served and as you passed by Shelby's room you noticed the food was still outside.
"Why is this here?" you asked the nurse passing by
"No one wants to get in there. He's rude," she answered honestly and walked away.
You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath. picking up the platter with the food and walking into the room. He was alone now and his eyes opened when you walked in.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," you said
"Wasn't sleeping" he replied
"Good, here is some delicious food for you. Try not to puke" you said putting it in front of him and he smiled
"Looks good," he said "why are you bringing me this? Don't you have nurses for this?"
"We do, but people don't seem to want to get in here. For some reason you scare them" you said, looking at the monitor.
"But not you?" he asked
"Well, I just opened your head. What color was your urine?" you asked and he smiled
"Yellow?" he replied uncomfortably
"Too yellow?" you asked enjoying seeing him cringe
"I guess" he replied
"Was it a lot to urine or a little?"
"Normal...?"
"Poop?"
"No" he replied embarrassed taking the food in front of him
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" you joked and he didn't answer "Good" you smiled "The neurologist was here earlier to test you right?"
"he was" he replied "Am I in trouble?"
"No, all looks good. We acted fast so you won’t have any long lasting symptoms. Maybe you will feel some signs of a light concussion for a few days" you replied "no nausea right?"
"No, I feel good. ready for another one" he said
"Yeah...don't," you said and he smiled
"Hey, can you take me outside for a smoke?" he asked
"You shouldn't smoke, but yes I can. Let me just grab the wheelchair" you said leaving the room.
When you came back he had only eaten the jello and the apple
"Not hungry?" you asked stopping with the chair next to him
"Chicken is disgusting," he said and you smiled
"Okay, let's go?"
He nodded and you helped him up. as he stood up his body softened and he looked like he was going to faint, but he leaned on the bed and with your help he sat down in the chair. You took your flashlight and looked into his eyes, both reacted normally.
"What are you feeling?" you asked crouching in front of him
"The things you’ve been insisting on. Nausea and dizziness" he replied and took a deep breath "fuck" he muttered as he rubbed his face
You got some water and a sickness pill and handed it to him. When he said he was better you pushed him out of the room and into the area outside the hospital.
The hospital had a very pleasant green area for patients and visitors. You sat on a concrete bench in front of him and took a deep breath enjoying the outside air as he lit his cigarette.
"Aren't you supposed to be doing what doctors do?" he asked and you smiled
"Well, my pager has been quiet. I think they're taking it easy on me today since its my fourth shift in a row" you replied "and if you were nicer to the nurses they would have brought you here sooner"
"If I was nicer to people I would be here more often" he replied
"Maybe, maybe not... who knows" you shrugged
"You're new here aren't you?" he asked and you nodded "yeah...last time I was here a hairy man took care of me" you laughed
"Well I don't know any hairy man," you said amused
"yeah... He was fired," he said
"Why?" you asked confused
"He... I don't know" he said as if he had changed his mind mid-sentence.
"You do, you just don't want to tell me," you said and he shook his head "ok..." Your pager beeped and you looked at it "oh no. I have to go" looking around you took the first nurse that passed in front of you "he won't do you any harm, just take him to his room when he's done" you said taking her to him "be nice" you warned him and ran away
--/--
As your final act, you only had to pass the shift to the next doctor, telling him about the new patients and everything that had happened. Once that was done you changed into your normal clothes.
Walking out of the hospital you passed in front of Thomas' room and saw that there was a man inside with him. Looking at your watch, it was almost eight and visiting hours were over.
Opening the door you entered "ey, Visiting hours are over. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave"
"Who the fuck are you?" the man standing asked rudely
"I'm his doctor," you said not liking the man’s tone
"It's ok, y/n. Just go" Thomas said but you frowned
"The hospital have rules. You can come see him in the morning. If you don't leave now I'll call security," you said and the man laughed
"Don't bother" he said and left the room staring at you as he walked through the door
"Shouldn't have done that" Thomas said
"It's my job. You can't have people here after visiting hours for a reason" you said
"He is not my visitor," he said
"What is he then?" you asked and he looked at the window ignoring your question "fine. just don't do it again" you turned to leave
"Does your house have security?" he asked
"what?" you asked confused looking at him
"That man did this" he pointed at himself "Do your house have security?" he asked and you frowned
"I guess" you replied and he smirked
"You guess?" he asked "My brothers are outside. Ask them to drive you to your home and tell them to check it"
"Is it necessary?" you asked nervously
"Look at me and tell me what you think" he said
"But I did nothing!" you spoke
"Maybe...better safe than sorrow right?" he said and you looked confused at him "just do it"
You left the hospital, deciding to ignore the Shelby request. You did nothing wrong. You had no relation with them. There was no reason for you to be afraid.
To your surprise, Arthur was waiting for you by your car. he smiled as you approached.
"Thomas called," he said, "should we go in our car or yours?"
"How do you know that's my car?" You asked
"It's easy to find out anything about people these days," he said "if you want we can meet you at your house?"
"Do you know where I live?" you asked worried and he nodded "I don't like this. How can I be sure that at the moment I get inside my car you won't kill me?" he laughed
"Listen ey, our brother is worried you will pay for something you had nothing to do with. you just got in the middle of a big dog's fight" he said "he doesn't want you dead, you saved him" you continued in silence, thinking "we will just go there and see if there are cameras and things in your apartment. If you say no we will go anyways... we will only have more trouble getting in"
"Ok," you said feeling without much option "I'll go in my car and you will go in yours"
"Sounds good," he said and walked away
In your apartment building, you let him in. he walked around and broke into the security room
"I'll get evicted after this," you said and he laughed
"No you won't" he replied "Cameras are working," he said after being inside for a few minutes "you should be fine"
"Thanks?" you said "can I ask why? What did I do?"
"Well you saved his life and you told the man who tried to take it that you saved his life... Did you also threaten him with security? how cute" He said
"That doesn't soud so bad" you spoke
"Yeah… but like I said you got in the middle of a big dog fight. Things are heated up right now. Anything can become a motive" he said, and said goodbye to you.
He left and you went up to your apartment, feeling very confused. Could it be the lack of sleep making you hallucinate? before you could take a shower you were sleeping.
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