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YOU ARE PERFECT AS YOU ARE // Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian vettel x plus-Size!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for over two weeks, so I think it's about time I uploaded it. By the way, English is not my first language so I accept constructive criticism and I apologize if there are any spelling errors.

WARNINGS: angst, anxiety attack and abandonment. Read at your own risk

Since you and Sebastian decided to make your relationship public both in the media and in the networks, you knew perfectly well that you would receive messages of support and love, and also that you would receive messages from people who would not agree with you or your relationship, and even messages of hate. But this last type of messages had been more present and had been many more than you could have ever imagined. You couldn't believe how a person could be so evil as to constantly send hate messages and even death threats towards a person you had only seen through a screen, just for the simple fact of not having a socially normative body and dating a superstar whom thousands of people considered their idol and their example to follow.

Of course you had also received messages of love and positive messages, but although these were much more numerous than the messages of hate, the human mind tends to always stay with the negative side of things, and you were not going to be the exception, so the messages of hate made much more noise in your mind than the messages of love and support.

And there you were again. Crying in the bathroom of your room with the door closed and your back against it so that no one could enter. Even though Sebastian was away at the moment because of the races, you didn't want any of your children to see you in such a deplorable state if they woke up for any reason.                                         Who would want to be seen in the middle of an anxiety attack, probably with the make-up you hadn't bothered to remove, looking at the hate messages sent to you by your husband's so-called fans? The answer is no one, and anyone who says otherwise really is a big liar.

After what seemed to you like hours lying on the floor of your bathroom reading and re-reading all the hate messages they were sending you, you struggled to get up and put your cell phone away before approaching the sink to find one of the worst reflections the mirror had given you in many years. Your makeup was smeared all over your face as you had expected, but your eyes were red and incredibly puffy, which gave away that you had indeed been crying for at least two hours, and you would even dare to say that you had been crying for longer.

With the little strength you had at that moment, you opened the faucet and began to wash your face trying to remove as much makeup as possible, you didn't even care if you had some remains or not.                                                                                                            

Once you finished, you went to your bed, which at that moment was cold and lonely due to the lack of both your husband's and your own body.

You would be lying if you said you had had a nice, restful sleep, you doubted if you had been able to sleep for at least thirty minutes. But at least spending the whole night tossing and turning in the cold and lonely bed had helped you to clear your mind and your ideas. It was clear to you, that very afternoon you would leave the house, Seb deserved much more than what you could give him. Your heart really didn't want to do that, but your mind was clouded by all the bad comments you had been receiving lately.

So once the three children woke up and you gave them breakfast, you took them to Kimi and Minttu's house, which was only a couple of minutes drive from yours. Which they didn't find strange, since whenever either of you had things to do and had no one to leave the kids with, you took them to each other's house so they could spend time together.

When you arrived home after having been driving all the way home with tears in your eyes which left you with hardly any vision, you climbed the stairs to your room as fast as you could, and started to pack the small suitcase that you would take to your mother's house, not that you had much time before Sebastian arrived home, so once you had it ready, you took a sheet of paper and a pen from his office and started to write the most difficult letter you had ever written:

Dear sebsatian.                                                            I never thought that someday I would write this letter, and you don't know how it hurts me to do it.  I am writing you this letter with tears in my eyes to thank you for all the moments we have spent together. We met in high school, and although I always deny it when we fought, I fell in love with you from the first moment we met, but I never thought we would get to where we are today: married and with three beautiful children.                                        I still remember the day I told you I was pregnant for the first time, your eyes full of illusion when I showed you the test I had done days before, and you confirmed that it really wasn't any of my jokes and that I was pregnant for real. I remember how your arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to you before hugging me with all your strength as if I was your greatest treasure and would disappear the moment you let go, before filling my face with kisses while our laughter echoed throughout the room.                        And your reaction was no less when I told you the next two times. And I promise you that you are the best father I could have ever chosen for my children. But I am not the best mother or the best wife you could ever have. That is why I am writing this letter right now. I am leaving, but don't think that you have done anything wrong or that I am leaving because of you. I'm leaving because I can't go on in this situation, pretending that everything is fine, that nothing is wrong with me in front of the kids, I can't go on pretending that all those comments don't really affect me, I can't go on pretending that they are not over afect me.

I can't stay in this house anymore, drowning between four walls.     I don't know how long I'll be gone, maybe just a couple of days, weeks, months....   I really don't know, I just want to heal my heart and mind. So, please don't look for me. If the kids ask for me tell them I love them and that I am on a work trip. I know you will be fine without me, because as I have said before, you are the best father I could have ever imagined for my children.                                                                       I love you. Don't ever forget that                                                 P.S. The kids are at Kimi's house.

Once you finished writing the letter with tears streaming down your face thankful that you hadn't worn any makeup that day, you wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. You took off the ring that had been adorning your left hand since you got married, and left it on the letter, feeling that you were also leaving a part of yourself, and walked out of the house, meeting the cab you had ordered earlier for the airport.

When Sebastian arrived home, he expected to be greeted with screams, hugs, laughter and the occasional stolen kiss as your children tried to get his attention so he could play with them as he was used to every time he returned from a Grand Prix.  But when instead of screams and laughter he was greeted by silence, something inside him knew at that moment that something was wrong.                                                                             But the last thing he expected was to find your wedding ring on top of a letter .                                                     When he finished reading this one, he dropped it on the floor along with the ring, feeling anger and helplessness take over his body at breakneck speed. I was not angry with you, I could never be angry with you, and even less so when you were not at all to blame. He was angry at all those people who had been sending you the messages that had led you to make that decision. But he was also angry at himself for having been so blind as not to realize what was happening in front of his eyes and how it was affecting you.

The first two weeks he accepted your request not to look for you or call you, but he was getting more and more desperate for not receiving even a simple confirmation that nothing had happened to you and that you were fine.  And the children didn't help either, every day they asked him when you were coming back, to which he answered that you were on a trip and that you would come back soon, which only seemed to help them until bedtime when they cried because they wanted you to take them to bed and tell them a bedtime story.

Sebastian hadn't spent any decent nights since you left. The bed felt cold and lonely without you. He wondered if that's how you felt every time he went to a grand prix.

But you'd be lying if you said you had. You had spent each and every night crying in your childhood bed missing your family, while ignoring each and every call Sebastian had made to you, while staring at the screen wondering whether to answer him or not.

(...)

It had been three months since Sebastian had come across your letter and wedding ring after returning from a grand prix, and since then he hadn't heard from you. Little by little he was beginning to lose hope that you would come home, although a part of him would really feel that you would come home when he least expected it and keep your word . Right now he was in one of your favorite bookstores in Heppenheim while the children were at home with their parents. He would really love for you to be

with him at that time and explore together all the memories you had together in that place.

He was absorbed looking at the books of his favorite section, when a voice coming from the other side of the shelf, made him come out of his thoughts. But it was not just any voice, it was a voice that he would be able to recognize blindly in a room where everyone is talking, a voice that had accompanied and guided him in his worst moments and that had never left him before, it was your voice.

At that moment Sebastian did not know how to react, he had been three months without any news about you, and now you were in the same establishment where you had met years ago, but this time in a completely different situation.

A part of him wanted to go to where he knew you were and hug you and never let you go again. But the other part of him was telling him that he should continue to respect his decision and wait for you to come looking for him.

Without knowing how, his legs had automatically moved to where you were, as if a thread was pulling your bodies together so that they would always be united.

And there you were, standing in front of each other, staring into each other's eyes but neither of you daring to say anything for fear of breaking the bubble you had created between you and of which no one else seemed to be aware.

-Not yet, but soon- you said, daring to be the first to break the silence.

-Do you promise?- Sebastian asked, raising his hand to your face as if to caress your cheek but quickly withdrawing it along the way before making contact with you.

-I promise,-you said, giving him a slight smile.

-Okay... I... miss you, but I'm glad to have seen you at least for a moment,- he said, looking down at the ground.

-I miss you too Seb, much more than you can imagine, you and the children. But I promise you that when you least expect it I'll be back with you,-you said, daring to stroke the slight stubble that I seemed to have been neglecting lately.

-The kids are with my parents, but I still don't want to leave them alone for too long. Take care of yourself, ok? I love you,- he said before looking you in the eyes for the last time and heading to the door he had entered just a few minutes ago.

-Take care of yourself too, Seb... I love you,- you said the last part in a whisper when he was too far away to hear it.

You let out a sigh and went back to your work to try to get rid of your thoughts, being away from your family was being harder than you could have ever imagined.

[...]

Two weeks after your last meeting, Sebastian had returned home after dropping the kids off at Kimi's house, as he would soon have to leave in order to practice with the new Aston Martin. But what he certainly didn't expect was to be greeted by the melody of your favorite song and the smell of his favorite dinner coming from the kitchen. With his heart racing he approached the place and what he saw couldn't have made him happier. You were there, you were back, but you were back with a much brighter aura than the one you had when you left, and that alone made all those months apart worth it for Sebastian.

-You're back,- he said from the kitchen door, startling you by his sudden appearance.

-I thought you would come back later, dinner is not ready yet, you can sit in the living room if you want.-

-Who cares about dinner, you're back,- he said, throwing himself into your arms, making you almost lose your balance, before joining your lips in a kiss full of feelings.

-I'm back,- you replied with a smile once you parted, -I promised you, didn't I? I always keep my word.-

-I can't wait to see the children's reaction.-

-I haven't missed them either, I've missed them so much.-

-so why wait. Let's call Kimi and order something for dinner. I'm sure the kids would love to have a movie night with their mother even if it's not Friday.-

-All right,- you said, putting out the fire, -but only because I feel like it too.-

-by the way , Seb... -

 -Yes?-

-I love you-

james vowels continues to lack a sliver or decorum seeing as he just insulted logan after he fired him. he effectively said that logan couldnt improve bc he already reached his peak and that was why he fired him. both oscar and alex have said that logan has so much more potential and that he will for sure do way better in whatever series he goes to next. i value the statements of oscar and alex more bc they have actually driven with logan, and bc james has been nothing but a snake with this whole situation.

on top of this, james proceeded to say that mick "wasnt special". james needs pr training severly. it wont make the situation much better but the point of pr training is to keep issues with the group internal, so that it doesnt affect the public perception.

I remain a james vowles hater, just as i was yesterday and the day before that. i really hope that he gets fired because of this situation. he is not fit to be a team principle.

TWO IN A PLAN SERIES

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rbr seb x jenson gf!reader x jenson ⋆ fake dating, unwanted pregnancy

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started: APR 14TH 2024 currently status: on going! | last updated: april 14

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Y/N Y/L/N and Jenson Button had been dating for less than a year, and since then, they couldn't have been happier. Since her first appearance in the paddock, Y/N not only became Formula 1's favorite wag but also the confidante of most drivers, especially Sebastian. Naturally, this only reassured Jenson that she was the one he wanted to build a life with, even though they had established clear rules, one of them being unbreakable: no matter how much they desired it or wanted it, they couldn't have children, at least not for the moment.

So, when Y/N discovered she was pregnant, it wasn't the best news. She knew she had to keep it hidden from everyone, especially her boyfriend, no matter what, until she figured out what to do.

Except from Sebastian. He could help her make a decision… or, at least, help her keep the secret from Jenson.

Sebastian Vettel thought that Brooklyn Jones would be the love of his life, especially considering the long list of romantic disappointments he had experienced in recent years since ending his relationship with Hanna. The American model seemed more than happy to share her life with the three-time Formula 1 world champion or, at least, that's what Y/N and other drivers often told him every time they saw them together in the paddock.

So, when the girl broke up with him over an unexpected phone call just a couple of days before the dinner he had arranged for her to meet his parents, he knew that the world had just collapsed on him with another failed relationship. No one, under any circumstances, should know that, once again, he had been stood up.

Except Y/N. She could help him pretend to be his girlfriend… at least in front of his parents, for a couple of days, until he figured out what to do.

Will Jenson's girlfriend and RedBull's golden boy be able to help each other keep their secrets, or will their mutual plan end up being a disaster they might not regret as much as they should?

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LITTLE PILOT // Kimi Raikkonen

Kimi Raikkonen x wife!Reader

NOTA DEL AUTOR: mucho más corto que los demás, pero tenía ganas de escribir algo esponjoso sobre Kimi y aquí está.

(El inglés no es mi primer idioma, lo siento si hay errores de ortografía, las críticas constructivas son bienvenidas).

You met Kimi in 2014 during a trip you took to visit friends and family in Finland.

You had arranged to meet your group of friends that you both had in common for a drink, when to your surprise he was there too. You knew who he was, you had heard about him hundreds of times, both on television and from your friends, but you had never met him in the same place before.

And that day, more to your luck than your misfortune, the only place left was next to him, so you had no choice but to sit next to him and try to engage him in conversation.

To your surprise, you hit it off quite well from the very first moment, and he wasn't the ice man he was portrayed to be on social media and TV.

Just three days after that meeting, you received a message from a number you hadn't added inviting you to go to his house, a number that a couple of messages later you discovered belonged to Kimi, and you decided to accept his invitation, since at that moment you had nothing to lose, and if it went wrong at least you would have the anecdote.

But after many meetings and many messages shared even late at night when you should be sleeping, you decided to make your relationship official.

And now, 10 years and many experiences later, you were at the biggest karting track in Switzerland waiting for your eldest son, whom you had just a year after you made your relationship official, to make his karting debut.

Ever since your not-so-little boy was only 3 years old, it was clear to him that he wanted to be like daddy and become a professional racing driver when he grew up. So Kimi wasted no time, and when he was only 4 years old he gave him his first kart, which he had outgrown, but which you still kept in your house as a souvenir.

You were in one of the parenting zones waiting for your little one's race to start, when your now-husband's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

-Calm down, honey, he's well trained, nothing will happen to him.-

-I am calm-

-Your grip on my arm doesn't prove the same thing," he said mockingly.-

When he uttered those words you turned your gaze to where he had mentioned, realising that you were gripping his arm with much more force than normal, as your knuckles were completely white from the force you had been exerting.

-Sorry,- you said, removing your hand from his arm with flushed cheeks. -

-I don't want you to apologise for being excited about your son,- he said, putting his arm around your shoulders and then intertwining your hands, placing a kiss on yours,-Although it doesn't seem like it, I understand you, and I even think I'm more nervous than you are.-

You were about to answer him, when the sound of the engines starting up made you turn your gaze towards the track, or rather towards a certain kart bearing the number 91.

The qualifying laps had started with your son in ninth position, but as the laps progressed he was overtaking his rivals as naturally as if it was something he did every day. He had certainly inherited his father's natural talent, both on and off the track.

The qualifying laps were over, and the race was about to start with your son in fourth position, and although he wasn't in the best position, he had a good chance of making it onto the podium, and you knew that if he worked hard, with his talent and dedication, he could do it.

The race started with your son moving up a position at the start corner, bringing a couple of tears to your eyes at his determination.

The race went on for most of the time with the first three positions the same, when in one corner the boy in front of your son made a mistake, which your son took advantage of to move into second place, a position in which he finished the race.

You wiped away the tears that had sprung to your eyes with the back of your hand as you watched your little one step onto the podium and receive his trophy.

-We are proud of you,- you said, hugging your son as he came back to you.

-Your mother is right, we are proud of you little boy.  And we always will be no matter what you decide to do when you're older,- said your husband, joining you in your embrace.

-we love you little one-

-I love you too isät-

I claim that I now officially adopt this kid

no because. the schumacher surname makes you motorsports royalty and whether you like him or not everyone knows who ralf is and he came out, and it's so so important. because this is a sport that loves surface level activism but won't go any deeper and now we have a SCHUMACHER who is out and proud and in your face. and no one can deny it. someone who raced on the grid, who knows exactly how hard it is. and you have to applaud the bravery regardless of what you think of him. and i hope that if there's anyone else on the grid, in the sport, who is also queer, that they see this, and they know they're not alone.

I haven't said anything because I was trying to assimilate it (I still haven't) but the departure of Reus has destroyed my soul.

And it destroys me even more that we are reaching the end of an era, I am not ready for players who have marked my entire childhood and adolescence to gradually retire.

For me, being a Madrid fan is the lowest point you can get as a football fan, like, how can you celebrate winning something you shouldn't even be a part of, when if we all played by the same rules and measured by the same yardstick you wouldn't even make it to the quarters, and the worst thing is that they use the most ridiculous excuses to try to justify their corrupt club or just accept it without any shame.