#sv1

[ncrsbrg]

You mean to tell me this is the man that haunts Mark Webber’s dreams..?!?

[f1daydreamer]

Golden Hours

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Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader

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The morning sun bathed the rolling green hills of Switzerland in a golden hue, birds chirping like nature’s own lullaby. The aroma of fresh bread and honey drifted through the open windows of your home—the one you and Sebastian had chosen after he stepped away from the high-speed chaos of Formula 1.

You were in the kitchen, barefoot, in a soft cotton dress, humming as you sliced strawberries into a ceramic bowl. The kids were still asleep upstairs, their soft breathing like music from heaven.

Then came the creak of floorboards behind you, followed by warm arms wrapping around your waist and a familiar kiss pressed to your shoulder.

“Mmm, morning,” Seb mumbled, his voice still wrapped in sleep.

You leaned into him. “Morning, sleepyhead. You missed the sunrise.”

“I've seen thousands of sunrises, but none of them smelled like you and strawberries,” he teased, nuzzling your neck. “You’re glowing.”

“I’m sweaty.”

“Same thing,” he grinned.

Just then, soft footsteps padded down the stairs.

“Papa?” A tiny voice called out.

Seb pulled away to crouch down. “Lina! Come here, sunshine!”

Your four-year-old daughter, with wild curls and her father’s curious green eyes, ran straight into Seb’s arms. He picked her up and spun her gently, her giggles filling the kitchen like a melody.

“Where’s your brother?” you asked, smiling.

“Still sleepin’,” Lina replied, laying her head on Seb’s shoulder.

“Let’s not wake him. He takes after you,” Seb chuckled, poking your side.

You rolled your eyes. “He’s one, Seb. He needs sleep.”

“He’s a Vettel. He needs speed.”

Lina laughed again, clearly not understanding the joke, but basking in the joy of it.

You all sat down for breakfast—simple, homemade, and perfect. Seb cut up fruit for Lina, occasionally sneaking a bite himself. You watched him, completely taken by how much he’d bloomed in this quieter life. He was still the Sebastian Vettel who could tear through corners with unmatched precision—but now, he did puzzles with equal intensity.

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Later that morning, the three of you tiptoed into baby Leo’s room. He was awake by then, babbling to himself and clutching a tiny stuffed bee.

“Buzz buzz,” Seb whispered, crawling toward the crib like a mischievous kid.

Leo squealed and reached out his chubby arms as his father swooped in and lifted him high into the air.

“Super Leo!” Seb declared, twirling him.

The baby laughed so hard he snorted, and Lina clapped her hands like it was the best performance in the world.

You leaned against the doorway, heart bursting. These were the moments you lived for—the simple ones. The ones where you could see the love you built woven into every second.

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By noon, the backyard had transformed into a magical kingdom.

Seb had built a makeshift tent from bedsheets and sticks with Lina, who declared herself queen. Leo crawled in and out of the tent, holding pebbles like treasures. You sat on a picnic blanket, cutting sandwiches into heart shapes.

“You are hereby knighted, Sir Papa of Bees,” Lina said dramatically, touching a plastic sword to Seb’s shoulder.

Seb bowed deeply. “Thank you, Your Royal Highness. May I request another cup of imaginary tea?”

“But only if you bring Mama flowers,” she instructed.

Seb stood up, saluted, and jogged off dramatically into the garden, returning moments later with a bundle of wildflowers. He handed them to you with a goofy grin and a kiss.

“Your tea, my lady?”

You smiled, brushing a flower against his nose. “Only if you promise to never stop being this silly.”

“Never,” he said, sincerely.

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That afternoon, you all went for a walk through the nearby forest. Leo was strapped to Seb’s back in a carrier, happily babbling and pulling at his father’s shirt collar. Lina skipped ahead, holding your hand.

“I love the trees,” she whispered. “They’re like tall friends.”

Seb glanced back at you. “She’s poetic. Definitely gets that from you.”

“And stubborn. That’s all you.”

He grinned. “Guilty.”

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When you got home, the kids were tired and slightly sun-kissed. You gave them a quick bath—Leo splashing everywhere and Lina asking a million questions about bubbles and the ocean.

Seb handled story time, reading The Gruffalo in a silly voice while you sat behind him on the floor, brushing his still-damp hair back from his forehead.

Once the kids were asleep—Lina curled around her favorite lion plushie, Leo breathing softly in his crib—you and Seb stood at the doorway, watching them.

He reached for your hand, squeezing it.

“How did we get so lucky?” he whispered.

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “By choosing each other. Every day.”

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The night wrapped around your home like a soft blanket. You and Seb sat on the porch, sharing a cup of tea, watching the stars blink into the sky.

“Remember when we used to chase the next race?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. “Now we chase bees and fairy queens.”

“And it’s better,” he said. “So much better.”

You turned to him, brushing your fingers across his jaw. “I’ve never loved you more than I do now.”

He smiled, eyes shining with something deep and gentle. “Then let’s keep falling. Every day.”

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And in that quiet slice of life—where the world slowed down and love filled every corner—you knew you had everything you’d ever need.

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[jullythevamp]

do you know why sebastian vettel was nicknamed by some "the finger"? it's not because he celebrated his wins with his index finger. this is what they want you to believe. they called him the finger because he fingered people.

[happymotorhead]

♦️🔸️💎🔸️♦️🔹️💎🔹️♦️🔸️💎🔸️♦️

1975 Bricklin SV1

🔸️ OR 🔸️

1975 Chevrolet Corvette

[threecheers-forsweetrevenge]

AWESOME FOURSOMES of REDBULL

The differences may be striking, but the two hold one thing in common- they were out of the ordinary.

[l0vagrend]

the tiger is watching

[raikkoberg]

I miss the time when the grid was full of blue-eyed blonds.

[latenightdriving-inanf1car]

[yakultf4thesoul]

Red Bull golden boys 💙❤️

[grrl-beetle]

sv1 - low lite

[maxverstappsthighs]

i think i’ve seen this film before… and i didn’t like the ending.

[ncrsbrg]

He’s so skrunkly

[nsdclassic]

Bricklin SV1

[jullythevamp]

ranking formula 1 ships part 3

did anyone want a part 3? no 😜 but I'm doing it anyway

part 1 | part 2

maxiel (max verstappen x daniel ricciardo) - ☆☆☆☆☆

NO ONE in this world can't convince me these two didn't make out at least once. they have the biggest homoerotic friendship in the grid

chestappen (checo perez x max verstappen) - ☆☆

sorry I can't see it, it looks too PR relationship to me.

sebmark (sebastian vettel x mark webber) - ☆

CONTROVERSIAL but sebmark is NOTHING to me. "what about their rivalry?🥺🥺" don't give a single fuck. like i just stare at sebmark posts like 😐

piarles (oscar piastri x charles leclerc) - ☆☆

idk what yall piarles people see but hey it's cute it could be worse

strollonso (lance stroll x fernando alonso) - ☆

pr relationshi- WHO SAID THAT?????

prosenna (alain prost x ayrton senna) - ☆☆☆☆

NO ONE can talk about my prosenna ok these two had a marriage ok let our widow alain talk about his lover without saying their relationship was fake ok

[officialfiahatepage]

Happy birthday to my favorite driver and one of the best to ever do it, F1 misses you Seb 🫶

[iamlisteningto]

Outback & sv1′s “Fizzy Drink” / “Lathe”