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st4rg1rl-16 · 11 months ago

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━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗢 | 𝗡𝟰𝗦.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!f1 grid x driver!female oc

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━ carlos and lando give arabella love advice while after talking to toto, lewis start to feel threatened by the female rookie also charles confess his feelings

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ━ 2019, 29 march

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━ manama, bahrein

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ i think only cursing…for now 😜

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ here it is the second chapter! hope it helps to get your minds away from everything is happening because I definitely have a headache

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ━ @namgification @burberryfilms @d3kstar @omgsuperstarg @whoselly

• — need for speed’s masterlist

DESPITE being a couple of meters outside the garage, the red of her t-shirt two sizes too big stood out among the papaya-colored polo shirts of the McLaren staff. She pursed her lips and stood on her tiptoes trying to find the mop of black hair that belonged to her compatriot who, according to Ricciardo, was there.

She was beginning to suspect that the Australian had lied to her.

The truth was that she didn't know if it was a very good idea to go talk about her problem with Charles, with Carlos, but he was the only one she could talk to about everything. For some reason the girl had unconsciously taken the other spaniard as her confidant, closest friend and a bit like an older brother, perhaps because they had a country and culture in common or simply because they connected but Arabella liked being with Carlos and, well , Carlos liked being with Arabella. He saw her as another little sister to take care of and annoy, and he liked that because it made him feel closer to his home, to his family.

“What are we looking at?” A voice next to her made her jump in her place. She turned her body around and narrowed her eyes in annoyance at the owner of said voice.

"Carlos!" She growled his name and he opened those eyes of his wide indicating that he was listening to her "Where were you? I was looking for you".

He shrugged. “In the bathroom, I needed to take a shit”.

"Ah" Her nose wrinkled in displeasure before making a dismissive gesture "Do you want to go eat with me?".

"Okay, but why don't you go with Charles?" They both began walking towards the public cafeteria, he slid his arm around her shoulders and pressed her against his body "Shouldn't you eat together? You know, since you guys are teammates.

"He's busy" The lie came easily from her lips and Carlos seemed to believe it or at least that's what she thought when she saw him nod "Shouldn't you be eating with Lando?"

"Touché".

They walked a couple more minutes since the cafeteria was not far away, when they arrived they ordered and then took a seat.

"Carlos, you have a girlfriend, right?" She was going to wait until she found the best way to introduce the topic but she preferred to get straight to the point.

Which almost led to the older man choking on his orange juice "I mean, you're very pretty but you're a little too young for me and I don't see you like that, Bells".

"Ew, no!" She exclaimed with disgust, leaning back in her seat "That's not what i mean, gilipollas!". Asshole.

"Well, then why are you asking?!" Both raised their voices and since they also spoke in Spanish, they caught the attention of several people. The brown-eyed man cleared his throat "What's the point of that question then?".

She made a noise of displeasure biting her lower lip, she leaned forward indicating to her friend to do the same, he followed her curiously.

"I like a boy or at least I think I like him" She muttered reluctantly. She didn't really like talking about feelings, especially her own.

Sainz smiled broadly, punching her arm "Look at you! I knew that with that face you couldn't be very innocent".

Immediately her cheeks turned as red as her shirt. She stretched out her arm and pinched him, earning a complaint from him while she scolded him "Shut up, damn it, and help me."

"Let's see, tell Tito Carlos who the lucky one is".

"In your dreams".

"Oh, come on, tía". Dude.

"What are you guys talking about?" A third voice spoke in english making both of them turn their heads to see the 55`s teammate looking at them with a big smile on his face and his eyes full of curiosity "Can I join?".

The girl pointed at him with her finger "But you're already sitting down and everything."

"It was to be polite, nothing more" He grabbed the armrests of the chair and began to jump on it to bring it closer to the table.

The spanish drivers looked at each other.

When he was finally happy with the distance between his body and the table he rested his elbows on the armrests and joined his hands, looking at both of them "So, what were we talking about?".

"Well, Bel…

"Don't even think about it," She growled in spanish towards the oldest at the table.

Norris pouted “Please, I want to know too or I'll feel left out.”

"You don't know how to keep secrets, Lando. Not even if your life depends on it" The girl drank her coffee and looked at the british boy who made a noise of dissatisfaction.

"That is not true! I haven't told anyone that we were each other's first kiss, did I?" He spoke proudly of himself, without realizing his mistake.

"For fuck's sake, Lando," She murmured, looking away from both of them.

"Wait, what?!" Carlos looked at both of them in disbelief, turned to the boy and extended his hand with a smile "That's my boy!

The blue-eyed man smiled and bumped his palm against the black-haired man's before he brought him closer to his chest, giving a "men's" greeting. The girl rolled her eyes but laughed when he turned to her and said "You could do better."

"Hey!" Lando's smile faded instantly.

"Back to the topic, I need help. The situation is…complicated, I can't give many details, but I don't know what to say or what to do"

She began to play with the napkins unconsciously to which Carlos smiled slightly, he thought it was cute that she was nervous.

Ah, first love.

"Do you think he likes you?".

She frowned. “Who doesn't like me?”.

Lando snorted earning a glare from the girl.

"Do you want me to remind you that you stuck your tongue down my throat".

"It was many years ago" He made a gesture dismissing her words.

She surreptitiously gave him the finger but he had to ignore it because the waitress arrived with a glass of milk. As soon as they thanked the woman and she was gone, they resumed the conversation.

"I guess he liked me because he kissed me".

Norris grabbed his teammate's arm and started making strange noises while he jumped in his chair.

"It's like a soap opera, how exciting" He approached her and resting her cheek on the palm of her hand, he looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Okay...?" She looked at him strangely and then turned her gaze to the man in front of her "We kissed several times".

"So, what's the problem?" Carlos looked at her with a frown.

She opened her hands in front of her in frustration “I don't know what to do! I don't have any experience with boys, except for this idiot" She pointed to the boy next to her.

"I think you should talk to him, discuss your feelings and if things are complicated as you say you both should talk if you want to move on or ignore your feelings".

She looked at him silently, weighing his advice. Carlos was right, she had to talk to Charles and clear this up or it could be detrimental to her career, after everything she had fought to get to where she was now.

"What good advice" Lando nodded, pointing to his teammate.

Arabella could only glare at him.

“I THINK I have never seen someone like her” Toto Wolff crossed his arms, observing the track where Arabella and some members of the Ferrari team were. The female driver was going to make a video for YouTube in which she had to drive a few meters and be timed to test the team's latest car model.

Hamilton approached him and tilted his head "What do you mean?".

“I don't know, it's different. She has a lot of passion inside her” The car began to roar and above it the girl's excited scream was heard. He took his phone out of his pants pocket and motioned to his driver to come closer “I've investigated her, she almost died at age thirteen."

Lewis took the phone in his hands and watched the video. It was a Formula 3 race, he soon found the red car with the number nine and smiled: she was leading the race, although he soon frowned when he saw that the car began to lose its balance. He let out a groan as he saw little Arabella's car flying through the air and soon hitting the ground.

“She almost had to learn to walk again and you know what? As soon as she was discharged from the hospital, she got back into a car” He took back his phone and put it away again, looking towards the girl who was pressing the accelerator impatiently for the starting signal to be given.

“She's not afraid” The seven-time champion followed the direction in which his boss was looking.

A smile was planted on the tall man's lips. "Exactly and that's why we need her. I want her in Mercedes”.

That caught the younger man's attention, who quickly turned his head towards the older one. He frowned.

“Even if you offered her twenty million euros more, she wouldn't accept, she just signed with Ferrari. She can’t.”

“But the contracts can be ended, my dear Lewis” He patted him on the back”I need someone so when you retire they can continue your legacy, don't you want that? Someone to pass on your greatness to.”

The Briton remained silent, turning his gaze towards the Ferrari girl who was now doing donuts. Her laughter could be heard from where both men were.

Then Lewis felt jealous. He was jealous because she was young and she had a whole career ahead of her, she enjoyed cars like no one else, surely her skin crawled when she sat in a car and heard it roar. He didn't feel that anymore or at least not like he used to when he started. His heart clenched and he felt like throwing up. What if what she said in Drive to Survive came true? What if she really beat him? Then Toto would put her in Mercedes and he would become an old legend, overthrown by a little girl.

His jaw clenched. “She's only run one race, you still don't know if she is any good.”

"She had won all her life, Lewis." The tall man shrugged, making his white shirt wrinkle. He let out a small laugh. “I'm sure you'll have a tough time this season.”

The braids on his head danced as she turned his head toward him. He scanned him with his gaze before huffing, turning around and heading to his room. Toto followed him with his gaze, pursing his lips, knowing that the champion hadn’t liked that. He let out a sigh.

“Arabella, para!” A man, blond and tall, approached the car that was spinning in a perfect circle. Smoke surrounded the car and the screeching of the tires wearing out against the ground sounded throughout the track. He approached the car making the girl stop, she did it abruptly but still the car was perfectly aligned with the man's body, the front was a few meters from him so both could see each other's eyes through of the front window. The car began to roar louder and louder as the man pointed to the ground. “Get out of the car, miss.” Stop.

A few seconds later the car turned off and the girl's long, wavy brown hair emerged from the left side, and she was grumbling in a low voice.

From the way the blonde was scolding her, the CEO assumed that he was someone who had authority over her, the iPad and the phone in his hand told him that probably he was her manager, maybe her father or her uncle.

He grimaced, stretching his lips before beginning to walk towards them.

"What have we said about reckless things?" He heard the blonde scold her and wanted to laugh at her when he saw her head down.

“I race for Formula One, what's more reckless than that?” She murmured to which the man opened his mouth but was interrupted by the arrival of the Mercedes head. Arabella frowned when she saw that the scolding did not come, she raised her head to see that her manager wasn’t even looking at her, she turned her head and even she was surprised “Toto Wolff.”

The former driver smiled charmingly, extending his hand toward her “Arabella Torres, the new sensation of Formula One. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm a fan.”

“Oh, I- thank you very much, I'm a fan of yours too” She accepted her hand firmly. Toto noticed how her face changed to a more serious, more professional one.

“I wanted to say congratulations to you for your position in the classification, eighth place is pretty good for being your first race in Formula One” The charming smile once again made its way between his lips and she wanted to frown. Call her distrustful but she didn't believe he was there, talking to her, just to congratulate her.

Instead she smiled politely and nodded, "Thank you, it means a lot. It would have been better to get the first position, but that will be tomorrow”.

He laughed while she felt her manager poking his index finger into her back. “I like your enthusiasm, it's what we need at Mercedes.”

And there it fucking was.

The girl raised an eyebrow. "What are you implying?".

“I would like to offer you a seat in Mercedes for when your contract with Ferrari ends” The proposal hit her like a bucket of cold water. She didn't believe it, it had to be a joke.

“Uh, yeah, Hello? Nicholas Jansen, her manager” With a slight push the blonde pushed her out of the way, he looked at the Mercedes team principal with a somewhat sarcastic smile “My client still can't talk about other proposals until her contract ends, I'm sorry.”

"Nicholas..." She tugged at his shirt, murmuring his name as a reprimand, the blonde ignored her.

Wolff nodded “I understand” He looked down from her to the girl “But she should think about it, two years go by very quick and Mercedes is not the only one who is interested in her.”

And with that he walked away from both of them, leaving them both speechless.

“What...?” The green-eyed girl watched as the former pilot's figure diminished as she walked away from her. She looked at her manager, furrowing her eyebrows. “Did he just say that there are more teams interested?”

“Yes, but what does it matter? Ferrari is what you've wanted since you were a kid” The suit wearing man looked at her curiously. He took two steps back when she didn't answer. "You're not thinking about changing colors, are you?".

She swallowed, looking away from Wolff and denied, "No, but it's good to know there are more options."

WHEN Charles met Arabella he believed that, although it sounded like a stupid and typical cliché, he had died and gone to heaven and that she was the angel who took his hand and guided him to his new home. He felt strange because he had never stopped to look at many girls, yes he had had some silly relationships but his main interest had always been cars, but her? Arabella Torres was like the finest work of art you could ever see in your life and it was hard not to focus on her.

He had seen her race and could confirm that he was impressed: she was fast, very fast and her driving style was risky and dangerous but still light and elegant. He had always been curious about the driver girl but had never managed to see her face or at least close to her to be able to appreciate her well.

And he regretted it.

It was in Maranello, 2016 when he met her, she was going to sign for the Ferrari academy and, by chance or destiny, he was there to train. He remembers that she got inside the place with her father and her manager to her side, a sly smile hung on her lips making her look like the she owned the place unlike the other rookies who looked nervous and intimidated by being there. She, on the other hand, oozed confidence from her pores.

He liked that, although what he liked most was that when they were introduced she smiled at him and whispered about how she was actually very nervous. He liked that she trusted him.

And now, three years later, Charles had not slept for five days because every time he closed his eyes and the silence and darkness of the night enveloped him, he saw her. He saw her deep gaze that hypnotized him, her full lips that screamed for him to bite them, her skin that needed his touch. Every time he closed his eyes he remembered the kiss –the kisses– that they shared that night in Australia, he remembered that things had become tense and since then she hadn’t spoken to him and if she did it was for what was necessary.

He let out a sigh opening his eyes, a few seconds later he put both fists on the mattress to get up and sit on the edge of the bed. Resting his elbows on his knees, he hid his face in his hands and let out a big sigh again. He separated his right index finger from his ring finger, leaving a gap large enough to see his phone resting on the nightstand next to the bed.

Pursing his lips and after thinking for a couple of seconds, he rushed for the device. His long, thin fingers typing rapidly on the screen that illuminated his face in the dark.

He waited a couple of minutes for her to answer but there was no response so he got up and went to the large window that was located next to the bed, he rested his left arm on the window frame and watched the streets of Manama until a couple of knocks against the wood of the door sounded, waking him up from his thoughts. He turned away from the window and looked in the direction of the door, fiddling with his bracelets before starting to walk.

When he opened the door his breath caught in his throat, he was nervous. He had seen her in the morning because they had flown together on the team's jet but they hadn't talked much and, now, whatever he had planned to say to her she had packed her bags and run.

The girl in front of him looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow when her gaze landed on his torso. And his shirt? Where was his shirt?.

She swallowed and finally looked up at his face. Rolling her eyes as soon as she saw the mischievous smile on the Monegasque's lips, she stretched out her hand and planted it on his chest right above where his heart was and pushed him and then entered the room. She laughed silently when she saw that his smile had faded.

“Well, what did you want to talk about?” She sat on the discarded bed when he pointed at it. She bent her legs and sat on top of them, making herself comfortable while watching Charles move to a safe distance from her. The question was stupid because she knew very well what he wanted to talk about, it was very clear that they would talk about the kiss –the kisses–.

“I want to talk about what happened in Melbourne” What a surprise, Arabella thought, directing her gaze to the other side of the room. Charles looked at her, trying to read her because making her uncomfortable was what he least wanted. He pressed his lips together, making them disappear in a thin line. "Look, if you feel uncomfortable, we can...”

"No, no, no," She interrupted him, waving both hands. She nodded repeatedly. “Okay, I think we should talk too. I wanted to have told you something before but I didn't know what to say.”

She felt heat rising up her neck and quickly realized that her face had turned red. She was grateful that he hadn't turned on the lights, and it was no wonder since she was sitting next to the boy she had kissed. four in the morning in his bed while he was half naked.

If her father saw her, he would kill her.

Or worse, her grandfather.

“Do you want... to start?”

“How....?”

They both began to laugh as they spoke at the same time, a few seconds later the laughter faded with the silence and turned into smiles as they looked into each other's eyes. Leclerc let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead, still with a smile on his face and without breaking eye contact.

“I liked the kiss—the kisses” At the mention of the word kisses she hid her face in her hands in a shy manner. Charles's smile widened. "Hey, don't hide." He brought her hand to his to uncover her face. Without realizing it, he brought his body closer to hers.

She uncovered the upper half of her face, hiding her mouth on which a smile was painted, and looked at him, asking herself if what she was experiencing was real. She looked at him shyly. "I don't know what to say." She let out a nervous laugh and Charles thought she looked adorable. "This is the first time this has happened to me."

“Happened what: someone kissed you or that they tell you that they liked your kisses?” The eldest was surprised to see her shy and so nervous, it was not something typical for her. His chest swelled with pride knowing that he was the cause of it. He looked at her, raising both eyebrows. “Was I your first kiss?”

She gave a small laugh, shaking her head. “No, I don't mean that.” Oh, his chest deflated quickly. She bit her lower lip, feeling small in front of him "It's just... I haven't had much time for relationships. Boys didn't get close to me and I was too focused on the cars”

“Well, they were idiots” He took her hand and planted a light kiss on her knuckles “And don't worry, we can go slowly. No hurry.”

How ironic.

She smiled, somewhat uncomfortable because she really didn't know what to say "Eh, so what now?"

"Now I guess I tell you that I like you, that I like you since I saw you almost three years ago, but it's only been two months since I realized it and it's something I really regret." He gave her a sad smile and kissed her knuckles again.

“I like you too, Charles. I don’t know for how long, but I know I like you a lot," she responded to the smile.

Before either of them could say anything else Charles closed the distance between them and kissed her.

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thewritingofspencerrose · 1 year ago

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Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

Vettel!OC x '23 grid, Vettel!OC x Mick Schumacher

the.eva.vettel

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the.eva.vettel Papa, ich verspreche, deine Geschichte zu erzählen ❤️

Papa, I promise to tell your story❤️

sebastianvettel could not have wished for a better replacement after announcing my retirement ❤️

sebastianvettel so incredibly proud of you mein kind (my kid) ❤️

the.eva.vettel i'd be nowhere without your support papa ❤️

unknownfan1 does her mom not mind her only thanking her father??

unknownfan2 you must be new here. her mother left them when she was 6 months old.

charles_leclerc honored to race alongside yet another Vettel

maxverstappen1 seb already loves you, no reason to suck up now

ginaschumacher the entire family, including Dad, could not be more proud of you schwester (sister)

unknownfan3 SCHWSTER?? THAT MEANS SISTER?

unknownfan4 dude chill. the vettel's and schumachers have been close for years

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mickschumacher i simply do not have the words to tell you how proud i am of you meine liebe (my love) 🤍

the.eve.vettel you have my whole heart liebling 🤍

sebastianvettel it brings me so much joy that michael's and my careers brought you two together as children

mickschumacher you have no idea how greatful i am for your daughter, seb

georgerussell63 lewishamilton look! the kid's being sappy again!

the.eve.vettel both of you knock it off, he's simply loving me

mickschumacher and how could i not?

danielricciardo oh this man is getting FANTASTIC sex tonight

sebastianvettel daniel ricciardo.

danielricciardo apologies seb, please don't scold me.

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #formula 1 fanfiction #f1 #sebastian vettel daughter #vettel!oc #mick schumacher x oc

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s-st4rg1rl · 11 months ago

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okay so bc some reasons that i'm too lazy to explain hshshsh i started another blog and i will post everything i posted here there and i will delete this one so go follow me there!!: @st4rg1rl-16

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44-in-color · 2 years ago

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Falling | Daniel Ricciardo

pairing: female oc x daniel ricciardo (unrequited) word count: 1720 warnings: unrequited love :(

synopsis: Stella Vettel falls for someone and breaks her heart in the process.

She made a pact with herself that she would never act on her feelings for him. Daniel Riccardo was forbidden as far as Stella Vettel was concerned, being the, now, ex-teammate of her brother. She remembers the first time she met him, with a vague fogginess.

She went to the first race of the season to wish her brother good luck, as she had done every year, and there he was. All smile, mischievous eyes and perfect curls, Daniel Riccardo was meant to be a heartbreaker. Stella had caught his eye as she crossed his garage to get to Sebastian’s, and that was the beginning of the end.

It was funny to think back on because there was no sign that she would be ruined for life. No butterflies, no fireworks, no heart-stopping moment or breath held. As far as Stella knew it was a normal race weekend.

Man was she wrong.

She couldn’t quite remember what they had said when they spoke to each other after free practice one - probably just niceties and small talk. They exchanged numbers and didn’t actually talk for the next few months. It was only when it was Daniels’s birthday that she reached out.

From then on, they got along like a house on fire. Whoever woke up first would send a quick text to the other about nothing, anything, and everything in between. Sebastian used to joke that she talked to Daniel more often than she talked to him, even if it wasn’t as much of a joke as it was a fact. She would always counter with the fact that she was just being friendly with his teammate. It went unspoken that she had never done this before.

The fall was slow, a slide more than an avalanche. It was only when Sebastian left Red Bull that Stella realized that she had no desire to reach out to Sebastian’s new teammate to ‘be friendly’. She tried not to think about it too much. She would fill her days with work and going out and binging shows to try not to think about it. But the damned question of ‘why’ wouldn’t leave her alone.

Stella realized later that she had known why, she just hadn’t wanted to say it out loud.

She was in love.

This, of course, led to Stella breaking any and all contact with Daniel for the next week while she tried to figure out what the hell she was going to do now. Her phone would buzz for hours before Daniel would give up for the day, only for the whole process to start again the next day. She knew it was bad when Sebastian was the one to call her and ask why she wasn’t replying to Daniel.

“I did something stupid, Sebastian,” her voice was soft, and she was afraid if she spoke any louder, she would start crying.

“What happened?” Sebastian lowered his voice to match her tone, realizing something was wrong. He could tell she was biting her lip - she always did it as a kid when she was nervous.

“I fell in love,” Stella could already feel the tears slipping down her face. Dripping away to form a wet patch on her sweater, feeling minorly pleasant as her whole body was set on fire.

“Why is that stupid?” He paused for a beat, voice flitting towards playful, “I fell in love, didn’t I? Look at me now, beautiful wife, beautiful daughters… beautiful cars.”

Stella huffed out a small laugh and pulled her sweater down over her hands to wipe away her tears. “Yeah…�� she continued to fiddle with the ends of her sleeves, not knowing how to reply.

“So, I’m assuming the lucky guy is Daniel?” Stella only hummed in reply, a small smile slipping onto her face just thinking about him.

“Do I need to beat him up… with my car?” Stella knew he was joking, but even the thought of it was enough for her heart to start beating in double time.

“No… I’ve been acting stupid these last few weeks. I’ll talk to him. I promise.” Sebastian mimicked her hum and the pair moved on to happier topics.

The next day, Stella stuck by her promise and reached out to Daniel. As soon as she had sent her first response, her phone started ringing.

“Oh my god, are you okay? Where have you been? I’ve been so worried! The only reason I wasn’t on a flight to you was because Sebastian kept telling me you were okay and-” Daniel’s voice was soothing and Stella felt like her whole world just got so much brighter just by hearing it. She knew she should be paying attention to what he was saying, but she just wanted one moment to bask in the warmth he brought her, even from thousands of miles away.

“Daniel.” She barely whispered his name, and his voice immediately stopped, silent and waiting for her response. “I’ve missed you too,” Her cheeks hurt from the smile on her face, and she shook her head at how childish she was being. Like a schoolgirl with a crush!

“Never do that again, do you understand Stels?” She felt bad she had worried him so much and spoke a quick confirmation. Then, they fell back into the beat of how things normally were - talking for hours on end when they could and texting when they couldn’t.

Months went by and Stella would not utter a word about her feelings, happy with just being able to bask in the company of Daniel. It was like nothing had changed, the two would text and chat all day long when possible. Even though they weren’t able to meet up in person due to their (his) crazy schedule, Stella and Daniel didn’t feel any the lesser for it.

As the season started to draw to a close, Stella counted down the days until the last race. She had her tickets booked for ages, and while she was glad to get the chance to see her brother, she was a lot more excited to see Daniel again.

It started out as a normal day and even the scorching sun couldn’t stop Stella from feeling absolutely giddy at the thought of seeing Daniel again. She hadn’t seen him since the race in Australia, and all she could think about was how happy their reunion would be.

After reaching the paddock just before the start of free practice one, Stella was quick to greet everyone at the Ferrari garage before booking it towards Red Bull. She noticed Christian on the pit wall and gave him a small wave which he returned, and she turned back towards Daniel’s side of the garage.

As she tried to spot him around the garage, she felt her heart drop as she saw him.

There he was, the man she loved, kissing someone else.

Stella felt her whole body go numb.

She didn’t realize she had been standing, staring, unmoving until a mechanic dropped a wheel gun nearby. Before, it was like she was in a bubble, protected by the shock, enclosed in a safe and quiet place where nothing could disturb her.

Now, her breath started getting faster as her body went into overdrive. It seemed as if the world had been turned up to eleven and Stella could feel everything around her. The mechanics talking nearby sounded as if they were screaming into her ears. The sun, which until now was an energizing warmth, seemed to be blinding and scorching her skin. Stella could swear she could feel a thousand ants crawling all over her body.

Feeling tears pricking the corner of her eyes, she quickly turned around and walked back towards the Ferrari garage. She brushed past what felt like a thousand people, softly apologizing each time, until she was swallowed up by the familiar red.

“Stella! There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you, there’s something I must tell you about Daniel. He-” As Stella looked up at her brother, tears barely held back, hands squeezing each other to a painful degree, she knew he could tell she had found out.

“Oh, Stella.” Sebastian’s face fell and he opened his arms for her to burrow herself into.

“I’m so sorry.” He softly whispered into her hair, but she only squeezed him tighter in response. As Stella pushed herself away, Sebastian took off his hat and placed it on her to help cover her face.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel?” Sebastian slipped into German, placing a fake smile on his face, realizing there were cameras nearby.

“No, I came here to support you, like I’ve done every year. I’m not letting some stupid boy and some stupid feelings stop me from doing that.” Though her voice was soft, there was a strength behind it that Stella was surprised by. Sebastian was too by the look on his face.

“Are you sure?” He reached out to squeeze her arm, trying to provide as much comfort as possible without drawing too much attention.

“Yes.” This time her voice was louder, stronger. She slipped her arm around his and dragged him back towards his car, switching back to English, “Now get in and start driving. I didn’t fly all the way here just for you to sit around and talk to me. We could have done that over the phone.”

Sebastian held his heart in fake pain, “Oh, dear sister, how you wound me!” Stella only smiled and pointed her finger toward the car.

“Okay, okay! I get it, you don’t want to see my handsome face anymore. I know how intimidating my beauty is for you,” Stella scoffed and reached out to hit him, but Sebastian’s reflexes allowed him to dodge.

“You are so lucky everything in here costs a fortune, otherwise I would start throwing things at your handsome face until it wasn’t so handsome anymore!” Stella mocked as Sebastian jogged around the car trying to put some space between them.

Even though her heart felt like it had been put through a shredder, Stella felt like everything was going to work out. She wasn’t going to give up because all she knew how to do was fight.

She wasn’t a Vettel for nothing.

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logansargeant It is with a heavy heart that I announce my retirement from Formula 1 after Hungary. This was my own decision, and not Williams'. Originally, my last race was going to be Spa, but due to a family emergency, Hungary is my last race. Thank you Williams Racing for giving me the opportunity to be in Formula 1, but all good things have to come to an end. But just because I won't be racing, doesn't mean I won't be in the paddock, I will be supporting my grid family in their respective garages the rest of the season.

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suttonreidprivate i'm back bitches!

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suttonreidprivate well i'm sorry, i was blown up and taken again

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suttonreidprivate oh believe me i know. i got caught up on everything when brittany and lewis picked me up in their jet.

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MadMan

Singer!Charles Leclerc x Bodyguard!Max Verstappen

MadMan by ALLUMNI Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Characters: Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, Original Characters, Charles Leclerc's Family, Max Verstappen's Family, Daniel Ricciardo, Carlos Sainz Jr, Lando Norris, Penelope Kvyat, Kelly Piquet, Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton (Formula 1 RPF), Christian Horner, Sergio Pérez Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Music, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Aged-Up Character(s), Children, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Falling In Love, Homophobia, Hurt, Injury, Eventual Smut, Violence, Romance, Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Fame, Alternate Universe - Boxing, Singer Charles Leclerc, Boxer Max Verstappen, Protective Max Verstappen

Summary:

Charles Leclerc is a world-class singer whose voice is nothing short of divine, a gift that enchants millions and transforms emotions into melodies. Charismatic and seemingly flawless, he is the epitome of a universally adored star. But beneath the bright spotlight is a man haunted by the scars of a brutal attack by a stalker—a night that robbed him of not only his sense of security, but his trust in the world around him.

Enter Max Verstappen, a former Dutch boxer whose career was cut short by personal tragedies. Verstappen’s dreams have crumbled under the weight of a failed career and the untimely death of his wife. Now, his sole purpose revolves around his daughter, Penelope, the one he would do anything for, even if it meant being separated from her after being offered a job as a full-time bodyguard for a famous singer.

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a long time ago — one shot

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Mini Summary: Seb remembers all of the times he met Mia before she was his teammate (set between 2011-16)

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tags/warnings: aston martin ¡driver! original character, past, webber/kvyat metioned if that scares ppl lol, not edited either

He had known her since she was little, well, he knew of her. He knew her name. He had been told her name. He had heard her name.

She had been quite a few years younger than himself. He had remembered watching her karting a fair few times. She was quick. Really, really quick. She had won the race he had watched. She had started near the back and by the 16th lap she was battling for first. She won that day and the day after and just about everything she ever raced.

Her name had come up a lot as the years passed, but the first time he had really taken any notice was when she had joined the Red Bull young driver programme in 2011. She had been sponsored by them for many years previous. That’s why he had taken notice. He had taken notice because he’d seen the little Red Bull helmet. He had seen a girl in the same racing suit he had. A trophy in her hands that was nearly half the size of her and a smile that nearly reached from ear to ear.

She had barely had her sixteenth birthday when she joined the junior team. A lot of people were skeptical because she was young, but what they really meant was because she was a girl. Daniil Kvyat had joined the year before her and he was only a year older than her and Alex Albon the year after and he was sixteen at the time too. She was no younger than any of the other drivers, but she was the only one they mentioned. It was because she was a girl. Red Bull had signed another girl to their young driver programme so did this mean that Red Bull would finally have a female F1 driver? Maybe, maybe not, but the press loved it.

He remembered Christian defending their decision. He said it didn’t matter that she was young because that was the point of the Red Bull junior team. He said it didn’t matter that she as a girl. He said that she had deserved her place just as much as anyone else and she had proved herself time and time again and that you just had to look at her record to see it. She had just about won everything she had ever competed in. Her record was better than most. Better than most of the greats, yet she was challenged on everything.

He remembered being introduced to her in 2011. She was tall and skinny. Not much shorter than himself or Kvyat. She had been pretty even at sixteen. She had shaken his hand, said that it was a pleasure to meet him and wished him luck for his race. She hadn’t left Kvyat’s side that day. She had been glued to him because that was the only person she knew.

He remembered a few years later at Silverstone at the young driver test in 2013. She had been the reserve driver for Toro Rosso at the time and she had been there all weekend driving for both Red Bull and Toro Rosso. She had driven his RB9 as well as the Toro Rosso STR8. It was the first time he had any real interaction with her. He remembered talking to her before she drove the RB9. He remembered because she had told him she had just turned eighteen a couple of days before. He had wished her a late happy birthday and she had wished him one too. She had congratulated him on his win in Germany that month. She had asked him how it had been to win in front of his home crowd. He told her that it was everything and she told him in return how she hoped to win at Silverstone one day. She had asked him a lot of questions about the car, how to drive it and what he did. She had listened with her undivided attention to everything he said. She had just turned eighteen but she was quick. It was her first time driving the RB8 and she managed to set the 4th quickest time in his car just behind himself and Ricciardo. She was also 7th in the Toro Russo which was a testament to her skill because the STR8 wasn’t the fastest.

All eyes had been on Susie Wolff at testing, but they should have been on her.

She wasn’t bothered though. She just wanted to race.

He had seen her few more times that year as the GP3 and Renault 3.5 series she was competing in followed some of the races of the F1 schedule. He had only seen her briefly as they were both busy but she had managed to say hello a few times. He had managed to see her race a few times and see her win which wasn’t hard as she won most things.

He remembered congratulating her in the pit lane. She was over the moon. He had never seen such a big smile. She was as happy as if it were her first win, but, of course, it wasn’t, because he had seen four of her wins from just that season alone. She had thanked him. Throwing her arms around him briefly before she found the next person she knew.

He wasn’t sure why he remembered it so much. Why he remembered her so much. She was just the reserve driver for the junior team yet he could almost picture every single time she had smiled and said hello to him.

Maybe it was because she was always with Daniel. He wasn’t sure if they had been dating or not, but every time he saw her she was always there with Daniel or she was there to see Daniel. He had never asked at the time. He hadn’t ever asked. He could’ve sworn that Daniel had a girlfriend but the pair looked too close to just be friends. He didn’t think much of it because it had nothing to do with him and he lot more important stuff in his life to be worrying about.

He had thought about asking her about it now. He knew her and Daniel were still close. Not as close as they were back then but she always made sure to congratulate Daniel after races and many times he had seen them together.

He remembered that she was there when he won his fourth world title. He wasn’t sure why he remembered it so well. Why he remembered her so vividly, but he did. It had been his day. He had won. He had been on top of the world. Yet he remembered her that day. She had congratulated him in passing at the track. She had hugged him almost jumping up and down with excitement. But that wasn’t why he remembered. It was later that night when they were celebrating.

It wasn’t just his world title, but Red Bull’s constructors championship too so there wasn’t a reason for anyone to not be celebrating and celebrate they did. The whole of the Red Bull team and most of the Toro Rosso team had been crammed into a little club in Noida, India. They had all been drinking heavily but he could remember looking across the club and seeing her sat upon an engineer’s or someones shoulders. Daniel next to them as he held her hand. Her leaning down every now and then to say something to him.

He had found them later on in the evening, or they had found him, at the bar. They had come to get drinks for themselves and whoever they had been with and had insisted that he drink with them. That he was a world champion, a four time world champion, he couldn’t not celebrate. He had settled on doing a few shots with them, mainly to keep them happy and to stop them pestering him. They made him feel old, but in actual fact Daniel was only two years younger than him. Mia had almost cheered when he agreed to do shots with her as she stood between the two soon to be teammates. She leant over the bar smiling at the bartender almost getting his attention immediately which most of the team had struggled to do all night. He looked to Daniel as she did so catching him looking at her, running his eyes over her back which was mostly out due to the low-cut backless top she was wearing. His eyes only moving as he watched her order the shots, correcting her from two each to three each. It was an open bar so why not. She turned to argue with him, the bartender already starting to make them, saying that she couldn’t drink anymore, that she had been drinking every night for the past week. It wasn’t really arguing; she was grinning the entire time, and when she went to hit his chest, he had caught her, pulling her to stand back up, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Seb had been stuck between two groups. Talking, joking with some of his engineers, but then watching the pair in front him too. Daniel had been looking at her the whole time. He could’ve sworn it was love in his eyes, but then again it could’ve just been lust.

He watched her as she threw back the shots. One after the other. Both her and Daniel barely pulling a face as they did them. Then she turned to Seb encouraging him to his. Knocking her elbow with his as she ordered more drinks from the bartender.

He had just about managed two, already regretting it and thinking about the hangover tomorrow when his teammate joined them. He had wrapped his around him before he said hello to the younger Aussie driver, pulling him in for a hug as they greeted each other. He then said hello to Mia. Hugging her, and congratulating her for her win in the Formula Renault championship, apologising for not congratulating her sooner. Telling her that he should’ve been there to see her win. He knew Mark and her had always been close. He had followed her career from karting. He had always helped her out. He had been there when she first driven an F1 car. He had been there most times for her testings as well. God, he’d been at most of her races too, but that wasn’t his story to tell.

Seb told his teammate that he was just in time to do his last shot. Mark laughed telling him that Mia had got him celebrating the right way as he patted his teammate on the back. Mark grinned back at the young girl who was handing him a shot. He thanked her, clicking his glass with her’s and then Seb’s and then Daniel’s before throwing the shot back.

“God, what was that?” Mark asked pulling a face as he put the glass down on the bar,

“some Indian speciality,” Mia shrugged looking rather happy with herself as she leant back against the bar,

“she hasn’t stopped celebrating yet,” Daniel said nudging her with his shoulder as he looked to Mark and then to Seb,

“there’s been reasons to celebrate,” she laughed trying to explain herself as she handed Daniel his drink as she leant into him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders,

“the last seven days,” Daniel said with grin, the famous Riccardo grin, as he told Mark,

“and you test drove on Friday?” Mark asked in response shaking his head with a laugh as he looked to the eighteen-year-old,

“i was sober!” she laughed a reply trying to defend herself insisting that she was sober when she drove the Toro Rosso and that Wednesday night had been a quiet one. Mark had asked how Barcelona had been. She told him that they had stayed in Barcelona for a few days after her win before they headed straight to India. He noticed how she said they had. Her and Daniel.

They spoke for a bit longer before Mark excused himself, telling her to ring him when she got back to England. Telling her to drink water before she went to sleep so she wouldn’t be hungover on the long plane journey back. He said his goodbyes to the three of them. Hugging Mia and placing a kiss upon her head as he left.

Mia asked if Seb wanted another drink. He quickly declined after the last three and let them head back into the crowd returning to the group he had been with before.

He saw the pair a few more times throughout the night. Always just a glance across the club to see them together. Dancing together, singing together and hanging out with some of the younger members of the two teams. She was back on someone’s shoulders again as a well known song came on as everyone sang along. Daniel still holding her hand and her still leaning down to speak to him every once in a while.

He didn’t see them again after that but he could’ve sworn he saw them leave together, but who was he to question it.

He saw her a few more times that year. She had been at the Abu Dhabi grand prix. The final of the GP3 series had been there so she had been racing. He had managed to watch a bit of her race. She had qualified well, but not as well as she would’ve liked. She was second behind Kvyat in the standings and she needed the win to win the championship. She had qualified 8th, but after a tough race she had only managed to finish 4th which left her less than twenty points behind the other Red Bull junior driver. He knew she would have been disappointed with herself and that she would’ve been upset but she had still finished 2nd overall and he knew she would be happy for her teammate too. He knew her and Kvyat were still close and he knew that she would still be out celebrating as if she had won.

She had also been at the last final F1 race of the year too in Brazil. She had been there as the reserve driver for Toro Rosso. It had been a good race for both teams with Ricciardo placing 10th and with Seb and Mark taking the one-two. It had also been Mark’s last race before his retirement so again there had been big celebrations in the Red Bull garage.

He couldn’t remember much because they were all drunk before the clock had even hit ten o'clock. He remembered her being with Daniel and Kvyat and some of the other young Red Bull drivers.

He remembered looking over to her as they stood watching Mark’s speech. The respect and admiration in her eyes as she watched him. Her eyes never leaving Mark even as his speech dragged on. Mark had been drunk which was why his speech had been so long. Sober Mark would have had it done and dusted in under a minute, but he had instead opted to thank every single member of the team and relive every moment of his career.

You only retire once so might as well make the most of it.

He remembered watching the pair. She had been one of the last people he had got too after hugging and thanking every single member of the Red Bull team and every other person that had been in the club. Mark had hugged her. Pressed a kiss to her cheek. He went to go, but she had grabbed his arm, saying something to him. He stopped, standing in front of her. Towering over her. She looked up to him. His face was serious as he listened to her speak. He didn’t know why he had paid so much attention to them. He was sure he had been staring, but there was such an intensity in the way the spoke to each other. He wasn’t sure how she had been so close to Mark, yet didn’t hold a grudge against him. So much had happened between him and Mark. So much so that they hadn’t spoken to each other in the past. Sure, they were fine now, but everything he had put Mark through, he didn’t know why she didn’t hate his guts, but instead it was quite the opposite.

He watched as Mia had to press her palm against his chest as someone behind her fell into her. Neither of them seemed to even notice. Neither of them even looked up, still looking at each other as they spoke. He wanted to know what they were talking about. What it was that the two of them shared that made them so close. But he didn’t ask; he would never ask.

He noticed the smile that started to appear on his teammate’s lips. The way the corners of his lips curled into a smile as Mia beamed back at him. He watched as Mark whispered something in her ear, giving her a final smile before they both disappeared into the crowd.

In 2014, Daniel became his teammate at Red Bull and Mia had been promoted to the reserve after Kvyat getting the seat at Toro Rosso. This was when he started to see a lot more of her as she was at most of the races and because she was finally in the Red Bull garage.

She always tried to catch him after free practices and qualifying asking him questions, always wanting to learn. She would always congratulate him after races too, even when Daniel had started to do better. She would also ask him for advice for her own races too, especially if he knew the track. She would ask him how he did certain corners, why he did certain things. She always wanted to learn, she always wanted to know how she could do better, how she could become the best.

She had been there when Daniel won his first race in Canada.

She had been one of the last people to congratulate him. Jumping up and down in the back of the garage as the Red Bull driver finally made it over to her after being congratulated by everyone single person in the team. He had hugged her, lifting her up as she laughed. She held onto him so tightly, her arms round his neck. When he had finally put her down he had cupped her face in his hands leaning in so close that it looked liked they might kiss, but they didn’t. Instead both of them letting out a somewhat happy noise that he couldn’t quite explain.

“Go get your trophy,” she said to him.

He didn’t reply.

He just stared at her for a second before giving her a nod.

He remembered her watching his teammate go before she turned to him. Giving him a hug, telling him a well done for his third place too.

They had gone out celebrating that night, of course they had.

He hadn’t seen her for the entirety of the night. She hadn’t been with Daniel. She hadn’t been with Kvyat or any of the other Red Bull drivers either. He had thought that maybe she just wasn’t there at all. He didn’t want to admit that he had been looking for her, well, he hadn’t, he was just confused as to why she wouldn’t be here celebrating Daniel’s win.

But she had been there because she had found him at the bar, again. He had been there ordering his last drink of the night before he’d call it quits.

“Hi,” she had said greeting him as she joined him at the bar. She was forced to stand a little too close to him because of how packed it was. The bar was busy, full of everyone celebrating his teammate’s win. He forgot how old she was for all of a second. He could feel her warmth against him. Her skin touching his. Her smiling up at him. He hadn’t to shake his head. She didn’t look nineteen. Well, not even nineteen because he remembered that her birthday was after his in July.

She could have easily have passed as being twenty-one. She didn’t act her age either because just like he had, she had grown up too quickly. Her childhood taken away from her, being forced to grow up too quickly all for this sacred sport.

He wanted to ask where she had been the whole night. Why she hadn’t been with Daniel. Why she hadn’t been celebrating his win. Why he hadn’t even seen her with Kvyat and why he just hadn’t seen her all night. But he couldn’t ask her because why did he care and why had he even been thinking about her.

But instead he just settled for asking her how she was.

He had noticed how her eyes had shot to his. How she had quickly checked over her shoulder.

“Good,” she had just said with a nod avoiding his eyes as she turned back to the bar. His brows furrowed for a second. He had just meant it as a passing comment, but maybe she wasn’t ok. He didn’t even have a second to think about it because she was asking what he was having to drink.

“Beer,” he replied, “last one,” he added leaning next to her on the bar,

“no shots?” she asked nudging his shoulder with hers,

“not with you, no,” he had replied with a chuckle. He had watched as she had caught the attention of the bartender, again, so easily. He had been stood there for at least five minute with no one even glancing in his direction. He didn’t know how she did it, how she always did it. She was just that type of person that everybody loved and everyone she ever spoke to immediately fell at her feet. She was charismatic, but just enough that it didn’t feel overwhelming.

He watched as she ordered their drinks. Smiling at the bartender as she checked over her shoulder at him that she had got it right.

“Thought you would be celebrating with Daniel,” he said to her as she handed him his drink.

She looked at him for a second.

“I’m here, aren’t i?”

“you know what i mean,”

She just shrugged.

She could feel him watching her, waiting for her to say something.

“Are you leaving soon?” she just asked him instead.

“uh- yeah,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders noting at the bottle in his hand as he took another sip. He didn’t say it, but he raised his eyebrow, asking her why.

“Can you walk me back to the hotel?” she asked her eyes flicking to his and then away. Almost nervously. Almost if she didn’t want to ask him.

“Yeah,” he nodded without even thinking.

He watched as she looked over her shoulder again. He did the same. He wanted to know what she was looking for, or who. But there wasn’t anyone, just a crowded club. He wanted to ask her, but hadn’t because it was his place.

But he had still walked her back.

She had been there when Daniel had won in Hungary and then in Belgium. She had been there for most of the formula one races. He had seen most of her wins in Formula Renault and GP2, but those were other stories, ones that weren’t his to tell.

When he got his coveted seat at Ferrari, she was finally given the Toro Rosso seat.

He had rung her when the news had broke and in return she had rung him congratulating him when it was announced that he would move to the Scuderia.

They had become friends. Well, they had always been friends, they had always been friendly, but as they moved into the 2015 season this grew. He had become a sort of mentor to her, filling the gap Mark that had left. He had other responsibilities, he had other commitments that meant he couldn’t be at her races no matter how badly he wanted to be there or how much Mia needed him there.

So Seb had gone to see her before her first f1 race. He knew that if it was any race that she needed support it was that one, and also because Mark had asked him. So he had walked into the Toro Rosso garage, not caring about the looks he was given. It was a good job he had because he had found her sat in the corner at the back of the garage completely engrossed by her own thoughts. Completely by herself as the team fussed around her teammate.

She had given him a smile when she had seen him. She had shown him her shaky hand, letting out a nervous laugh as she looked up to him. He had just smiled choosing to crouch down in front of her so he was at her eye level. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” she said quietly to him holding his gaze,

“it’s ok to be nervous,” he had said in response putting his hand on her knee to steady himself, “you’re meant to be nervous.”

It had given him déjà vu reminding him of himself from eight years ago when had driven for BMW sauber in the United States grand prix in 2007. He had been nineteen at the time, and she was nineteen now about to start her formula one career. She had been younger than he had been because he had started half way through the season, but neither were as young as her teammate, who had taken all of the attention at just seventeen. He had been just as nervous as she was. His hands shaking just as much. He had felt exactly the same way, but it had all been fine in the end. He had qualified in 7th back in 2007, only losing one place in the race to finish 8th in his first grand prix. He had told her this, and that it would be fine wherever she finished, even if she finished last, but obviously he had told her she wouldn’t, but, it would be ok, and that they would be proud no matter what.

What had been even weirder was that she had finished 8th just like he had.

He had found her in parc ferme after the race. He had hugged her, congratulating her and bumping her helmet before his former teammate hugged her. Lifting her into the air and swinging her around. She had squealed, laughing as Daniel finally put her down. She had had to hold onto Seb to steady herself as her feet found solid ground before Kvyat had found her too. He had hugged her with just as much enthusiasm, wrapping his arm around her as they headed back to the pits, leaving the former teammates to follow behind.

It hadn’t been the only time she had celebrated that year. It hadn’t been the only time he had seen her that year, but again they weren’t his stories to tell.

She only spent another year after that with Toro Rosso.

He had watched her relationship with Red Bull unfold.

He had watched her get pushed aside for Kvyat and then for Verstappen. She was never getting that Red Bull seat they had promised her. She had won in the Toro Rosso just like he had done. But that wasn’t enough. They had already made up their mind that Verstappen was the better driver and no matter what she did, it’d never change.

The smile never left her though, even though he was sure it did behind closed doors.

#The MC88 Series #aston martin ¡driver! original character x sebastian vettel #sv #sewellove writes #uh oh mark webber type beat #theres a porshe logo on the steering wheel

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SUNSHINE |pierre gasly

— IN WHICH A FORMULA ONE DRIVER AND A RACE ENGINEER ADMIT THEIR FEELINGS.

— In which Pierre Gasly and Maddison Ricciardo finally realise that their friendship has turned into love. After spending a lot of time together, both during races and not, they find that they cannot live without one another.

Pierre realises that he needs her more than just a race engineer and Maddie realises that she can't can't live without him either.

ADELAIDE KANE as maddison ricciardo

BAILEE MADISON as hayley bradshaw

DANIEL RICCIARDO as himself

PIERRE GASLY as himself

CARLOS SAINZ as himself

OTHER DRIVERS as themselves

OTHER CELEBRITIES as themselves

— THIS BOOK IS FICTIONAL AND AS such has no affiliation with the real F1 drivers nor their personalities. I own the story line, a lot of the characteristics of F1 drivers and Maddie.

— THIS BOOK MAY INCLUDE some sensitive topics but unless they contain triggering aspects, there won't be warnings so please read with caution.

— THIS BOOK MAY INCLUDE SOME scenes of a mature nature and those such scenes will be flagged at the beginning of a chapter so feel free to skip them!

tag list; @xxntroverted

CHAPTERS;

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three

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st4rg1rl-16 · 11 months ago

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━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗘𝗗.

as ironic as it sounded, 𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑺 ’s life had stopped focusing on fast cars as soon as it was announced that she was going to be part of 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑼𝑳𝑨 𝑶𝑵𝑬. the press and social media fed on the young female promise looking for some imperfection and although they always found something to talk about, they didn’t know that, behind the cars, the uniforms and the tires, things were not what they seemed to be.

or in which 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑬𝑫 is not the only thing that arabella 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑺

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!f1 grid x driver!female oc

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ age gap, cursing, suggestive content, mention of death, violence, mental and physical abuse, alcoholism, mental health, sexual references, sex scenes, nudism, sexism, racism, multiple love interests!

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ english is not my first language hehe but I’m going to try 😙 also versión en español en wattpad for my spanish talking baddies 🫦 I hope you like need for speed!! 🤍

━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔.

━ listen to the songs that inspire or appear on need for speed on the spotify playlist !

━ wattpad saw it first with the original and spanish version !

━ want to see more about need for speed? check out the tiktoks !

━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧.

✶✶˖° 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐙, the star driver.

━ ❝ let’s be honest, formula one would be so fucking boring without me. ❞

✶✶˖° 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙, the shy reporter.

━ ❝ I’m not a nepo baby. I mean, yes my grandpa is Carlos Sainz and my uncle Carlos Sainz Jr bu-but I’m not a nepo baby! I worked hard to get here. ❞

✶✶˖° 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙, the all pink assistant.

━ ❝ I may not know a shit about cars but I do know how to kick you in the balls, sir. ❞

━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦.

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act one: in the backseat (2019 – 2021)

━ chapter one

━ arabella talks about her past on her first appearance on drive to survive and attends her first formula one gala on melbourne

━ chapter two

━ carlos and lando give arabella love advice while after talking to toto, lewis start to feel threatened by the female rookie also charles confess his feelings

━ chapter three

━ lewis responds to what arabella said in drive to survive starting a little rivalry between them

━ chapter four

━ to celebrate Arabella’s first podium our favourite group of drivers go out to dinner which makes some rumours to born

━ chapter five

━ twitter goes crazy after some youtubers sexualise the only f1’s female driver and the worst of it all is that she reads every tweet

━ chapter six

━ mattia calls for a meeting to talk about the relationship between his drivers, after it nick becomes suspicious about his feelings towards arabella

━ chapter seven ❪ new! 11/03 ❫

━ in a club max, lando and carlos make a plan to discover if the ferrari drivers are in a relationship, how? making charles jealous!

━ chapter eight

━ arabella becomes the first woman in history to win a grand prix and in her home race!

━ chapter nine

━ winning her second race in a row, in Monaco and in her birthday must feel incredible but arabella can only think that charles wasn’t there to see her on the podium

━ chapter ten

━ trying to get away from the bad comments about how bad her results on the last three races were, arabella seeks comfort from her friends who end up taking her to a party where she meets a very special fan.

━ chapter eleven

━ so much happens. lando finds arabella and charles doing the horizontal tango so charles chase him to make sure he is not going to say anything and max confess his secret to daniel

━ chapter twelve

━ on their way to their rookie hang out, lando and arabella get into a car accident the day before the abu dhabi Grand Prix

━ chapter thirteen

━ max remembers when he met arabella for the first time right before the race of which arabella ends p2 and therefore sub world champion

━ chapter fourteen

━ the ferrari teammates lovers run away from the fia prize giving gala in paris

━ chapter fifteen

━ arabella is going through something, the heads of ferrari discuss about the possibility of making her the first driver and the rumours of her relationship with charles come back once again

━ chapter sixteen

━ after covid the drivers return to the paddock and with only four months to get to the end of the season, mattia binotto needs to make a plan to get rid of arabella torres for good

━ chapter seventeen

━ a call to her mother makes sound the alarms

━ chapter eighteen

━ fans start to question the presence of arabella on the grid for the 2021 season and that makes her anxious because no team seems to make an offer

━ chapter nineteen

━ after a little getaway with her boyfriend arabella is happy that the next race is in spain, her country, but everything goes to shit when she crashes and lose her position as leader of the championship

more chapters comings soon….

#max verstappen x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader #formula 1 #alex albon x reader #checo perez #lance stroll #fernando alonso #sebastian vettel x reader #mick schumacher x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #toto wolff #mattia binotto #ferrari #female original character #female driver

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44-in-color · 2 years ago

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Period | Formula 1

pairing: female oc x no one word count: 800 warnings: some blood mentioned

synopsis: Sabrina has a great start to her race until something happens during lap 4...

a/n: this is my first fanfic! I'm super excited to get started. Hope you enjoy it!

Sabrina’s AMR22 rolled to a stop at the side of the pits.

“Um– guys, don’t freak out when you get the car back to the garage.” Her voice crackled over the radio, a little squeaky.

“Is everything all right, Sabrina?” Her race engineer’s smooth tone carried hints of worry.

“Yeah! Everything’s okay. I’m okay, the car’s okay. Um– you’ll understand when you see it. Yeah– just I’ll– I’ll explain when I get back,” Sabrina hurried through her stilted and broken non-explanation.

“Okay…” The radio cut out and Sabrina knew Damon was utterly confused but trusted her enough to leave it at that. Then she was left, sitting in her seat, wondering-

How the fuck am I getting out of this car?

She could feel the wet patch underneath her and knew for sure her race suit would be stained with blood.

It was clear in her mind how she had gotten into this mortifying position.

Sabrina could not believe her luck when on the fourth lap, her period started.

At first, she thought it was just sweat. She had herself convinced that even though she had never felt like this in any other race, it was just sweat.

A few laps go by, and the absolute horror-filled reality started sinking into her bones.

She had started her period in the middle of a race.

Her mind started racing – her period wasn’t even supposed to start for another week.

Should she tell the team over the radio?

No, everyone is listening to team radios.

Should she pull to the side and retire from the race?

No! It’s just my period. You do this every month, just because you’re bleeding doesn’t mean you don’t know how to drive a car, Sabrina!

Should she ignore it?

What other option is there?

So, she put her head down, pushed through the rest of the race, and landed her AMR22 in 12th.

Not great – but not bad for her emerald tractor.

Now, she was stuck. She was bleeding into the car, and her race suit was completely stained from the waist down.

“Sabrina, everything all right?” Sabrina’s eyes were drawn from glaring a hole into her steering wheel toward Sebastian’s voice.

“Um– not really,” her voice came out in a soft whisper. She felt her heartbeat start to pound in her ears as she saw Sebastian’s soft smile turn into a worried fatherly frown.

“Is this about your result? I know it sucks not finishing in points, but you were very close today. You’ve just got to keep pushing-”

“No, no. It’s not that. I-” Sabrina looked down, her hands fidgeting, voice breaking halfway through. She could feel her face heat up inside her helmet, tears stinging her eyes at the absolute mortification of having to say it out loud.

“Sabrina?” Sebastian crouched next to the car, gloved hand reaching through the gap in the halo, resting by her head.

“I- Oh my god, it’s so embarrassing.” She felt as if her throat was closing on itself, unwilling to let her share something so natural yet shameful at the same time.

Sebastian waited patiently, staying crouched next to her car. His eyes weren’t searching, just comforting, and his smile was calm.

Taking a deep breath and starting again, “I- it was lap four and- um- I could feel something, and at first, I just thought it was sweat, you know? Drivers sweat all the time during races, but then I realized this didn’t feel like other times- and honestly, I think I was just in denial-”

Sabrina was cut off as Sebastian placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Breathe,” a soft and simple command from Sebastian, but it was enough for Sabrina to deflate.

She realized she was straining as she grasped her steering wheel. Slowly releasing her death grip, she let her head fall back.

“I started my period.” It came out smooth as if she was talking about the weather or what she had for breakfast.

In reality, she was just barely starting to calm down. She released a shaky breath and turned to look back at Sebastian.

“Okay.” He just nodded in return and started looking around.

“I don’t see any cameras nearby- I think they’re all with the podium sitters right now,” Sebastian’s voice was strong and unwavering. Sabrina felt like he was her fierce protector, washing all her anxiety away.

“We should be all clear to the weight checker and then we’ll get you another race suit for the interviews.” He slowly got up, knees cracking from the prolonged squatting position. Sabrina nodded in return; voice still not strong enough to reply.

“Now, grab my hand and come out of the car. Everything is going to be okay.” Sebastian’s hand stretched out and Sabrina knew he was telling the truth.

#formula 1 #f1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #aston martin racing #aston martin #aston martin f1 #sebastian vettel #seb vettel #sv5 #f1 blurb #f1 x oc #original female character #original character

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sewellove-deactivated9782 · 2 years ago

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The MC88 Series Blurbs/Short fics

C4F1: Catching up with Mia Carmichael after qualifying | Abu Dhabi GP ‘22 — Mark Webbahh and Steve Jones interviewing Mia after qualy (Seb’s last race)

In the airport, pt 1 — Mia and Mark in the airport after flying back from one race or another (race & year unspecified)

In the airport, pt 2 — Mia and Seb in the airport on their way to passport control upon arriving at one race or another (either 2021 or 2022/race unspecified)

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sewellove-deactivated9782 · 2 years ago

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We shouldn’t have done that

The MC88 Series Masterlist

Mini Summary: the first time Seb and Mia woke up in the same bed… nothing else to be said.

word count: 1.7k

tags/warnings: aston martin ¡driver! original character x sebastian vettel, fluff, swearing, teammate-cest, tiniest bit of smut if u squint, minors dni

“We shouldn’t have done that.” Came the voice she knew all too well.. she was still half asleep, her eyes still adjusting to the light that was streaming into room from the edges of the curtains, and her body was all to happy to be curled up under the covers— warm and safe.

But she heard the words he spoke, understood them and above all else she knew who’s voice that belonged too. It was that of her teammate. The one person that she really wasn’t meant to sleep with because that was the the number one rule: do not sleep with your teammate.

“Good morning to you too.” She managed to reply back, almost snapping at him slightly from how she was still not quite fully awake. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to blink them awake, blink away her slumber. But she would have rather just stayed asleep because the reality just couldn’t be true, she didn’t want it to be true; everything would be ruined all of it, they would never be able to just go back to how things were before. It would never be the same and they would never just be teammates again.

She let a sigh fall from her lips as she covered her face with her hands, letting out a silent scream because what the fuck had they done?

She had woken up in his bed, with the night before being mostly blur of drinking, her teammate and their team. She knew they had started the night at an event for Aston Martin— their new team. It was still the beginning of the season, and the team was still hosting a lot of events after their rebranding from the pink Mercedes the year before. She couldn’t exactly say what event it had been because there had already been far to many and they all had been the same; champagne glass in hand and smiling at guests the team had invited all whilst agreeing how it would be exciting to drive alongside Sebastian Vettel that year.

However, this time a lot of their team had been there, and they had all gotten a bit too drunk and somehow after the event their mechanics had convinced Mia and her teammate to join them. She was not entirely sure how they had convinced Sebastian to join them, but they had and from what she could remember he seemed to have enjoyed himself; a glimmer of the man that she had seen practically married to a bottle of Jäger when he won all of his championships all those years ago..

And it seemed one thing had led to another and somehow she had found herself in his hotel room the next morning.

“Are you sure?” The young British driver asked with her voice being far quieter than she had intended. She still had her hands covering her face because she just wanted to hide, she didn’t was to face the realties and ultimately the consequences for their actions… all she wanted to do was close her eyes, fall back asleep and pretend it never happened.

“Mia.” Sebastian murmured as he let out a sigh. His voice was still raspy and she could hear just how consumed by sleep he still was, but she could hear the slight amusement in his voice. “Mia— Mia, look at me.” His voice insisted as he tapped on her shoulder.

She parted her fingers ever so slowly as she looked between the gaps of her fingers.

“Look at me.” He laughed, pointing back at himself and she couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face as her hands fell away as she turned to look at him properly.

He looked awful, but in the most beautiful way— he looked completely fucked out. His blonde curls matted to his forehead from sweat he looked the same as he did straight after a three hour race in the desert but only this time their antics were to blame. She couldn’t help, but smile to herself as she remembered running her fingers through his hair countless times the night before. She remembered the way his curls felt slick from sweat as she slipped through her fingertips. She remembered his curls brushing against her brow as he hovered over her, checking she was ok.

She noticed she was smiling to herself and she heard him let out a chuckle from beside her.

“We really shouldn’t have done that.” He said again as he looked at her, his eyes staring directly at her just like they always had.

She remembered those from the night before too. He would always catch her gaze before pressing his lips to hers or any part of her skin he could reach. She had never been so close to them before. She could see all the little fine lines that had started to appear on his face— the ones that hadn’t been there all those years ago when she had first met him. The little wrinkles to each side of his eyes that creased as he smiled and she wanted to run her fingers over each and every one.

“What do we do?” She asked as she looked back to him. That was the reality and he didn’t have an answer and neither did she. They were teammates but there was more to it than just that because it was more than them just being teammates now. There had always been history between the two of them. He had known her since she had first started racing when she had joined Red Bull as a junior driver just like he had. He even still remembered meeting her all of those years ago with Carlos and Daniil when she had been introduced as the next, well, him… She had only just been about sixteen and she had been pretty even then, but she had been shy and she had stuck to the others like glue.

He had even been there for her first formula one race. Of course he had been racing himself, but he had actually managed to find his way into the Toro Rosso garage even though he was not longer racing at Red Bull but instead trying to fulfil his dreams of a championship with Ferrari. He had found her right at the back of the garage along because everyone was more focused on her teammate, the even younger and promising Max Verstappen. He had assured her that everything was fine and that it all would be fine; she had almost been shaking from nerves and it wasn’t the girl he had seen annihilate in the lower formulas.

She had gotten over it quickly because the next thing he knew, he was there when she had won her first race… When she was truly dubbed as the next Sebastian Vettel because, well, she had done it in the Toro Rosso just like he had. She could have been the next Red Bull world champion too; he knew it and so did the rest of the world. She was a champion in waiting, but Red Bull could never provide her with the car she truly needed to win.

He had been there through it all… All of the highs and lows and even throughout that it never stopped her. Even when she was at Red Bull with their truly unreliable car she had still managed to win races and she had still managed to join him up on the podium race after race. He already had enough people to watch out for during his pursuit of his dream of a championship with Ferrari, but he didn’t mind one more because it was her and because she deserved it.

Even after her time at Red Bull came to and end, she had been the reason he had chosen to join Aston Martin for the 2021 season. After taking a year out she had returned to formula one with Racing Point for the 2020 season and she did just what he knew she always could and put the car where it never should have been; the top step of the podium.

He wanted some of that; he wanted and needed some of the magic she had worked in that little pink racing car and that’s why he had joined and eventually stayed.

He didn’t expect it to end up like this within the first few months of them being teammate, but when he looked at her nothing mattered because he would do it all over again without even a second thought. He wanted to relive those moments from just a few hours ago that almost felt like they had never happened; he remembered how her skin felt like silk breath his touch and how she almost seemed to slip away as well. He remembered how her lips trembled against his, against his skin, and how her teeth sunk into his flesh as the moans that sounded like heaven and heel all mixed into one fell from her lips.

He knew it was wrong— so wrong. He had laid there ever since he had first woken up just thinking about how badly they had fucked up; how he could kiss all those championships goodbye if the world ever found out. How he had fucked formula one’s golden child, even though he had been one himself in a former life, it wouldn’t matter.

It was something about it being so forbidden that made it all that much more desirable, which was why when he leant in to kiss her again he forgot about all of the reasons he had listed as to why he couldn’t do it again.

But she didn’t pull.

His lips found hers and he felt her murmur a soft moan against his lips as his hands fell to the back of her neck and the other to her hip. Gripping his fingers as he tried to hold onto her because it felt like that if he were to let her go she was going to slip away and he would wake uo to this being all but a dream.

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it’s always rainy in Singapore, pt 2 — one shot

The MC88 Series Masterlist

mini summary: seb’s last dance under the lights of singapore didn’t end too badly … basically the smut that didn’t make it into the first part

word count: 3.0k

tags/warnings: aston martin ¡driver! original character x sebastian vettel, fluff, smut, teammate-cest, mature

part one / part three

It was no longer Sunday night. It was the early hours of Monday morning. She had finally made it back to her hotel room and had just passed out. The day finally catching up with her. Her body falling easily into a deep sleep. It had been an adrenaline-fuelled day, all day long. The conditions of the track and the weather has been extra strenuous on her and it had taken all of her to not fall asleep on the drive back tot the hotel room.

She heard her phone buzz waking her up from her sleep momentarily. She knew who it was. She knew what the text said said. She didn’t even bother to check it. She just closed her eyes once more. Waiting for him to knock on her door.

A mere few minutes passed before she heard a quiet knock to her door.

“Hey,” she said softly as she opened the door to find her teammate leant against the wall,

“you ok?” he asked receiving a nod from her in response as she stepped back to let him in. His eyes never leaving her as she closed the door behind them. They knew they had to be careful. No one could ever find out. It would ruin both of them. She was one of the few women racing in F1 and it couldn’t be tarnished by the press finding out that she was fucking her teammate. Her married and four time world champion teammate. But it was almost as if their team made it as hard as possible. The team always put them as far away from each other as possible. Different floors. Different hotels. Opposite ends of the same floor if they really had too. It was almost like they knew.

“I’m just tired,” she said leaning back on the door, looking at her feet before glancing to him,

“did you manage to get some sleep?”

“a little,” she nodded, “you?”

“no,” he said with a shake of his head. He hadn’t slept. He would sleep later.

She didn’t ask why he hadn’t. She knew. She knew what he had been doing and she didn’t want to think about it. Him telling his wife he loved her. That he missed her. Telling his kids that he loved them, that he couldn’t wait to be home, and getting them to tell their mother that he loved her. Telling them to give her a kiss from him. Then, moments later, texting her, telling her that he would be there in five minutes.

It made her sick to her stomach what they were doing. It went against everything she stood for. Everything she hated about her own father. Everything that ruined her childhood she was now doing to another little girl.

They never spoke about it. Never spoke about what they were doing. Maybe because they knew it was wrong.

“Do you just want to sleep?” he asked looking to her. Her eyes heavy and longing for sleep. She just gave him a nod of her head in response.

He held his arm out to her pulling her into his embrace as she stepped into him. No matter how strong she was, no matter how many times she told herself she shouldn’t, she still crumbled in his arms. It was almost as if in that moment nothing mattered. Nothing apart from the two of them in that moment mattered. She forgot about everything. Everything that was causing her grief. Everything that was stressing her out. Nothing mattered. She just focused on his heartbeat, matching hers to his. He rubbed her back holding her close. Resting his head against hers as she rested her’s into the crook of his neck.

He whispered to her between kisses to her forehead, to her cheek. Telling her how well she had done that day. That he was proud of her. That she should be proud of herself too. She couldn’t reply. She wanted to but the words didn't come out. Her mind and her body still overcome by sleep so she just held him tighter never wanting to let go.

It was moments like this that she wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t allow herself to love him. Those three words would ruin everything.

He placed another kiss to her forehead resting his chin upon her head.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said taking her hand squeezing her hand gently as they made it over to the bed in her hotel room.

He let her hand go. His own falling to his side as he watched her get into bed and lie down right where she had been sleeping before. He watched her for a moment. She was beautiful to put it in the simplest terms. She took his breath away every time he laid eyes upon her. But he couldn’t have her. That’s what he loved. He loved the risk. The desire. The longing for something that he couldn’t have, something that he wasn’t allowed to have.

But he did.

She held her arm out to him asking him to join her.

He could never say no to her. He would never say no to her.

He laid down beside her letting her lie against him. The thin sheet just about covering them. It was still hot, still humid, but it didn’t matter, she wanted him to hold her as she slept. He placed his arm around her shoulder holding her close as she rested head in the crook of his shoulder.

He placed another kiss to her temple wishing her sweet dreams. The words just falling from his lips. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. She wasn’t his wife. She wasn’t the woman he loved. She wasn’t the woman that had given him his two daughters; his whole world. She was just his teammate. His teammate that he had fucked because he was drunk because he had had a bad race. But he still said it. He still meant it and that he thought was more wrong than anything else. He cared for her. He loved her even though he would never admit it and that was something that his wife would never forgive him for. She would never forgive him for the feelings he felt for his teammate.

They could’ve laid like that forever. Just the two of them. All that mattered in that moment was them. Just them.

Mia was hoping she would have just fallen asleep. But she couldn’t. She was sure tired enough, but her mind wouldn’t let her. She was still half asleep for god’s sake but no matter how much she tried she couldn’t drift off. Her mind wasn’t even racing. She wasn’t really thinking of anything apart from perhaps one thing. Ever since he told her he was retiring she had been dreading Abu Dhabi. The f1 world would be loosing a great, a legend. But, selfishly, couldn’t help but not want that day to come. She didn’t want him to retire because who else would fuck her mercilessly after a bad day at track? Fernando definitely would not be.

There wasn’t many more moments left. They had five races left and maybe that was why she couldn’t sleep. She didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to have to let him go. She wanted to be in his arms forever.

She placed a gentle kiss to his chest as she run her hand across his stomach. Her fingers dancing across his shirt. “Mia,” Seb said, his voice deep and raspy. She ignored him and started placing tiny kisses along the collar of his shirt. Her lips brushing gently against his skin.

His skin warm at every touch. His skin so soft. She couldn't help herself. This could have been one of the last times.

Her hand dipped under his shirt. Brushing her fingers across his bare skin.

She could feel his heartbeat start to race.

“Mia, you can't do this to me,”

“i’m not doing anything,” she hummed placing a kiss in the crook of his neck. She felt his heart skip a beat as a small moan escaped his lips.

“Don’t play with me, Mia,” he warned.

She just let out a small giggle. She could feel him getting turned on.

“I thought you wanted to sleep?” he asked taking her hand in his stopping her momentarily from teasing him,

“not anymore,” she hummed.

He caught her eye. He held her gaze. Looking at her. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but he could see the desire.

In a matter of moments he was above her. Looking down at her. With one of his knees either side of her. She let out a gasp. He had her wrists in his hands pinned above her head. She could feel her chest rising. She could feel him getting hard, pressing against her.

She writhed under his hold. The feeling in her belly growing. The insides of her thighs tingling from anticipation.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked. He was brazen. His accent stronger as it always was when he aroused. She could see the lust in his eyes.

She just nodded.

He leant down pressing a rough kiss to her lips,

“Say it,” he almost growled into her ear.

She let a small laugh escape her lips. She wiggled against his hold. His hands wrapped around her wrists. His knees, thighs, his bodyweight keeping her still.

She leant forward. “Gently,” she murmured into his ear placing a chaste kiss to his cheek before her head fell back to the pillow. She was too tired anything for else. But she wanted him. She needed him.

He leant down. His eyes never leaving hers. They were dark. Lustful. Full of longing, full of desire. His eyes always failed him. Always betrayed him. They were too easy to read. To know exactly what he was thinking, exactly what he wanted.

And in that moment he wanted her. He was going to have her.

“I am always gentle with you,” he said with a grin appearing on his lips,

“no your not, Seb,” she said only just above a whisper as she tried to stop her lips curling into a grin. She felt almost intoxicated. She wasn’t sure if it was from the lack of sleep or if it were him. But she had never felt so happy, so content. She felt loved. She felt on top of the world.

She pressed her lips together trying to stop the laugh from falling from her lips. She held his gaze. Looking at him looking at her.

She paused for a second and he took that moment to kiss her. Crashing his lips against hers. She let a moan slip from her lips. She couldn’t help it. He kissed her with so much passion. With so much desire. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was so much more than just that.

He let her hands go. Immediately one was pulling at the hem of shirt. The other lost in his hair. She felt that her heart might just burst out of her chest it was beating so fast. No one had ever kissed her so good. Made her feel the way he did and maybe that’s why she kept coming back.

He sat back on his heels. Pulling his shirt off over his head.

She just stared. Her eyes full of hunger. Desire.

He ran his hands down her body. Toying at the hem of her shirt. Their team shirt. The green against her toned tanned stomach. He pulled it up and off over her head. She leant forward to help him.

He pressed a chaste kiss against her lips before pushing her back against the bed. He looked at her. Running his eyes over every part of her body. Memorising her body, every part of it, as if it were the last time he would ever see it, because maybe it was. Maybe it was the last time he would ever see her like this. Laying underneath him completely at his mercy, giving all of herself just for him. He wanted this moment to last forever. He never wanted to forget this, never wanted to lose this.

She was perfect. Every part of her was perfect and she was all his. For this moment time she was all his.

He moved, kicking off his shorts followed by his pants before kneeling back at the end of the bed. Running his hands down her legs causing a shiver to run down her spin. “Seb,” she said as a small moan left her lips. He smirked to himself pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh before hooking his fingers under her pants and pulling them off.

He parted her knees, settling himself between them. He ran his hands up her thighs towards her knees. The wrong way. She could feel herself growing more and more restless. She was too tired for his games. For his teasing. For all of his little touches. She was ready. She was wet.

“Seb, c’mon,” she groaned gripping the bed sheets beneath her as he placed kiss after kiss to the inside of her thighs. Her knuckles forming into fists. He watched her. A smirk on his lips. He loved watching her squirm. He loved watching her beg, but he wouldn’t tonight. She was too tired and he was growing restless himself.

He leant down pressing his lips to hers. A sloppy kiss as their tongues danced as she moaned against him. As she tried pushing her body against his trying a relieve some of the pressure that was building between her thighs.

He dug his fingers into her hips pushing her back down against the bed. “Seb,” she cried as he dropped his hand to her cunt. Rubbing his thumb over her clit. “Please.”

He nodded drawing his lips to hers again as he positioned himself against her entrance.

She let out a gasp as he pushed inside her. “Fuck, Seb,” she moaned as he paused momentarily letting her adjust to him. All of him.

She was never ready. No matter how many times they fucked it always felt like the first time again.

“Good girl,” he murmured under his breath as he placed a messy kiss to her forehead. He could taste the sweat that had started to bead along her hair line. It was hot and he could feel himself sweating as he started to thrust in and out of her. Long thrusts so far he almost pulled out before pushing back into her deeply and slowly.

“Seb, fuck,” she hummed as he pushed into her again. There was no feeling quite like it. She couldn’t explain it, god, she couldn’t even control herself.

He took his time making sure that every thrust counted. That every single one felt like her world was collapsing. Every time he pulled back she almost cried. The feeling that he was about to pull out completely, tearing her apart. Sometimes he would pull out completely and he would kiss her as a cry left her lips. Then he pushed back in so slowly that there was so much pleasure that it almost felt painful.

The feeling in her belly continuously growing. Pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

He rested his forehead against her. His sweaty curls against hers. Groans escaping his lips as he closed his eyes. Thrusting in and out of her. She could finish just by the sounds that left his lips. The short little grunts he made every time he pushed inside her. They were almost animalistic, but they made something deep inside of her set alight.

A few mere minutes passed before they were both reaching their highs. They were both exhausted from the day so it didn’t take much to push them over the edge.

“Seb,” she cried as he thrusted into her once more. She clenched around him as the feelings inside of her erupted. She felt him cuming inside of her too. The feeling of him ejaculating. It made her feel complete. It made her feel whole. As if some part of her before had been missing but now it was filled. She felt a shiver running across her body as she bucked her hips up into him. She heard him moan against her shoulder. Swearing her name as he bit down into her shoulder, riding the last of their highs as he thrusted into her for a final time.

He almost collapsed on top of her. His arms were shaking. He looked down at her placing one last messy kiss to her kips.

She smiled into the kiss. She had never been happier. Never felt so good. She could’ve cried.

He pulled out of her before falling down beside her. She hummed, letting out a little giggle as she moved her head to look at him. She watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath he took, as did hers. She was still struggling to catch he breathe, as was he. He never looked so beautiful. She loved it when he looked like a complete mess. His sweaty curls starting to stick to his forehead.

“Happy?” he asked turning to look at her as he ran his hand through his hair,

“yes,” she nodded with a smile on her lips before placing a kiss to his chest. He watched her. Watched her every movement. He still couldn't grasp it. He didn’t understand how he had managed it. How something so beautiful so pure was all his in that moment. That she had chosen him just like had chosen her. That she had chosen him to witness her at her most vulnerable state.

He could have said it right at that moment. That he loved her.

But he didn’t.

He bit down on his lip stopping himself. Wanting to completely forget the thought.

He didn’t love her.

“Stay, please,” she murmured. Her words breaking his thoughts. He just nodded wrapping his arm around her. Pulling her closer.

He never had any intention of leaving.

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