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༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ cat and mouse — 𝐋𝐍𝟒 𖤓

( 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ）

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇

note ✫ i loveee writing drivers sister x driver 🥹

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yn

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yn 🐝🐝🐝🐝

alex_albon I have a feeling you like flowers but idk I’m not too sure

lando oh my goodness who got you all of these beautiful expensive flowers? 😱

⤷ yn one of my brothers friends he’s a real creep

⤷ lando i’ll protect you princess don’t be afraid

⤷ yn my knight in shining armor

oscarpiastri “We’re not dating guys I just buy her flowers whenever I see her which is almost everyday of the year because I follow her around like a lost puppy”

⤷ arthur_leclerc “Yeah he gets me seafood all the time even though he hates it but it’s just because he’s a good friend”

⤷ carlossainz55 “I know we’re not dating and I could see other people but why would I when I have her?”

⤷ georgerussell63 “Seriously guys we’re not dating I just call her baby and other names of endearment on a regular basis because we’re really good friends”

⤷ charles_leclerc “I’m not kidding Charlie we’re not messing around with each other he just takes me out to eat almost every morning, day, and night and sits with me during my nail and hair appointments but that’s what all friends do”

⤷ lorenzotl “Of course we don’t eat out every single day sometimes we cook together but not in a romantic way”

⤷ mclaren “She’s not my girlfriend but can I still get the day off for valentines so I can fill her house up with flowers and take her to dinner on the beach?”

⤷ lando wooowwwww you’re all fake and i’m running away with y/n

⤷ yn lets go to the maldives

⤷ lando wherever you want babylove pack your suitcase i’m booking the tickets rn

⤷ charles_leclerc Wait take me please

⤷ lando um no your confession was almost as bad as mclarens admin

⤷ charles_leclerc pleasuhhh remember when i didn’t drown you when defiled my sweet little baby sister last summer?

⤷ lando you mean when i kissed her on the forehead?

⤷ charles_leclerc whatever i didn’t drown you did i?

⤷ lando no you pushed me off the boat and made me bruise my ribs

⤷ charles_leclerc yeah then y/n pushed me off the boat too and made me bruise my ribs as well so….i’ll be waiting with my bags packed 😊

⤷ lando you’ll be waiting for a while

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yn

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yn he wasn’t kidding

charles_leclerc I can’t believe you guys didn’t take me

⤷ yn as if you can’t pay for a trip here yourself

⤷ charles_leclerc Yes but why would I want to do that when I could go for free?

lando only the best for you mon ami 😘

⤷ arthur_leclerc Fuck slow burn, me and my homies hate slow burn 😒

carlossainz55 “I hate seafood and I’ll hate it till the day I die” “I love seafood” “No way me too”

⤷ charles_leclerc I can confirm this is how this conversation went. 100% accuracy

⤷ yn my charlos heart 💔

⤷ charles_leclerc please stop that’s a sensitive topic for us right now

⤷ carlossainz55 You guys don’t understand the pain we’ve been going through

⤷ yn kiss and make up

f1 our favorite “friendship”

⤷ yn what you out here being messy for 🤨🤨

alexandrasaintmleux Ugh a girls trip with cha & jade is needed 😫😫

⤷ yn long overdue i’ll have lando plan something for us 🤗

⤷ georgerussell63 Lando? Plan something good? Really?

⤷ arthur_leclerc He doesn’t mess around when it comes to planning something for her

⤷ charles_leclerc Yeah I watched him plan her birthday he lowkey turned into a nerd

maxverstappen1 I want a boyfriend like lando

⤷ yn you have charles

⤷ maxverstappen1 Stop telling everyone we’re secretly dating I thought you would’ve grown out of that by now

⤷ yn grow out of telling the truth??

alex_albon Dear Lando Norris, I comment this under y/n’s post because I know you read every single comment to see if anyone is being mean to her. I, along with many of the other boyfriends and husbands on the grid kindly request that you stop doing the most for y/n, who you are not dating, because you are making us look very bad.

Love, Alexander Albon

⤷ lando Dear Alexander Albon, I reply to your comment under this post because yes you’re right, I do look at every single comment under her posts. I think you should all stop making excuses for yourselves and get your girlfriends & wives some flowers, you all can afford them. It doesn’t matter if they’re from the side of the road or from the best florist in the country, it’s the thought that counts. Ladies, if he wanted to he would. Xoxo, Lando Norris

⤷ yn clocked it

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landonorris

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lando fun in the sun

charles_leclerc my sister isn’t blonde you slut.

alex_albon oh that’s not…

oscarpiastri Do my eyes deceive me or are you cheating on y/n right now? 🤨🤨

francisca.cgomes i’m bout to tweak in this bitch bruh, i’m bout to tweak in this bitch bruh 😄

danielricciardo Oh!!! That’s….

lilymhe It’s always the ugly ones bruh

arthur_leclerc Fuck Lando Norris, me and my homies hate Lando Norris 😒

charles_leclerc Don’t come to dinner on Friday.

landolovesyn now why would he do this

sharls_lerklerk you really couldn’t just man up and ask her out could you?

georgerussell63 Hey so this is actually insane

landossluttywaist it’s like you want to make enemies with the all the drivers bruh

alexandrasaintmleux Hm

lando NO GUYS IT’S MAXS GIRLFRIEND PLEASE BELIEVE ME I WOULD NEVER BETRAY MY BABY LOVE PLEASE GUYS

⤷ maxfewtrell I can confirm

⤷ lando guys please i know this looks so bad but i swear i was just trying to be aesthetic

⤷ yn i too can confirm i was the one that told him to post that i did not think that through 😭😭

⤷ yn please stop dming lando saying you’re gonna find him and no will ever find his body he’s currently hyperventilating and on the verge of tears

⤷ charles_leclerc Thanks for clearing that up lando it would’ve been nice before I fucking released a bunch of snakes in your apartment

⤷ lando i just posted this 10 minutes ago???

⤷ charles_leclerc Don’t question me

⤷ charles_leclerc maman said come to dinner on friday 🤗

lilymhe I was joking obviously you’re very handsome lando…i guess 😒

maxverstappen1 Whatever you do, don’t eat any of the food in your apartment…

⤷ lando WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FOOD

⤷ maxverstappen1 You don’t want to know

oscarpiastri I knew my eyes weren’t deceiving me 😎😎

arthur_leclerc Love Lando Norris, me and homies love Lando Norris ❤️

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yn

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yn please leave some kind words in the comments for lando he is very distraught that the world thought he would do something like that

georgerussell63 Correction: Lando is very distraught that the world thought we would do something like that to you

charles_leclerc I never doubted Lando for second I knew he would never hurt you

⤷ yn then why did you release snakes in his apartment?? he was literally ready to abandon it

⤷ charles_leclerc I’m gonna be honest rn, I was still mad that he all the dubai chocolate you made

⤷ lando SHE LITERALLY MADE YOU MORE

⤷ charles_leclerc THEN YOU CAME OVER AND ATE ALL OF IT FATASS

⤷ lando UGH YOU DONT DESERVE HER DUBAI CHOCOLATE CUNT

⤷ yn you guys are fatties i literally made more last night and charles came over and stole it

⤷ charles_leclerc Who’s side are you on?

⤷ yn lando’s

⤷ charles_leclerc Wow. My own sister.

carlossainz55 I cannot lie, he can make some yummy pasta once in a blue moon

leclerc_pascale Poor Lando I know he would never do something like that to my baby ❤️

⤷ lando mama leclerc always been a real one 🤞🏽

mclaren Wait a minute, why is he in your bed??

⤷ scuderiaferrari And why is he shirtless??

⤷ yn WHAT YOU OUT HERE BEING MESSY FOR??

francolapinto a tear just ran down my leg

⤷ yn 😰????

⤷ yn hey me too tho

⤷ charles_leclerc Lando Norris you little slut you corrupted my little baby sister

⤷ lando hey bruh she was the one running her foot up and down my leg at dinner

⤷ carlossainz55 WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH

⤷ oscarpiastri WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH

⤷ georgerussell63 WOAH WOAH WOAH

⤷ charles_leclerc You pervert how dare you lay your slimy sick hands on my little baby sister

⤷ yn i’m 22 going on 23?

⤷ charles_leclerc Yeah and he’s 25 going on 26 that’s 3 years too old. He was talking when you couldn’t even hold your own head up.

⤷ yn you’re 4 years older than alex?

⤷ charles_leclerc WHOS SIDE ARE YOU ON I’M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU

⤷ yn protect me from lando? i literally hit him with a golf cart in mexico and he apologized to me for ruining my fun

⤷ charles_leclerc Yeah and he did apologize to you when you almost fell off your bike in singapore after he fell of his cause you ran into him

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yn

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yn 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

danielricciardo little lando norris grew a pair

oscarpiastri Lando after asking the second biggest question of his life

⤷ alex_albon what the first?

⤷ oscarpiastri “Will you marry me?”

⤷ charles_leclerc Don’t even joke like that.

scuderiaferrari Wait our little baby isn’t so little anymore 🥹

leclerc_pascale My little loves 🥰🥰

lando MINE ALL MINE ALL MINE

lando I’M NEVER LETTING YOU GO

alexandrasaintmleux Soo cute 🥹❤️❤️

♥︎ by author

lilymhe I know them bee’s LOVE your apartment

⤷ yn we’ve created a bond

estiebestie only took a few years

⤷ lando you try getting charles leclercs approval to date his little baby sister then get back to me

mclaren It’s been a long time coming 🧡

francolapinto why can’t we all just kiss?

⤷ yn the closet is made of glass

⤷ francolapinto what are you trying to say??

⤷ yn you’re gay 💅🏽🏳️‍🌈

⤷ lando allyyyy 🏳️‍🌈

pierregasly Use protection kids

⤷ charles_leclerc I will kill you

maxverstappen1 Sometimes I seriously wonder how Lando hasn’t gotten blue balls yet

⤷ lando i be getting lucky with her on holidays

⤷ charles_leclerc OH MY GOSH YOU SICKO I CANT BELIEVE I INVITED YOU TO MEXICO WITH US FOR NEW YEARS

⤷ arthur_leclerc yeah i woke up in the middle of night one day and lowkey traumatized myself

⤷ charles_leclerc WHY WOULDNT YOU TELL ME

⤷ arthur_leclerc i just said i was traumatized charles why would i want to talk about it

⤷ yn chile always soo

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lando

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lando i’ve peaked

charles_leclerc Bastard

⤷ leclerc_pascale Charles be nice

⤷ charles_leclerc I was joking you’re not a bastard Lando

danielricciardo Crazy son of a bitch did it

oscarpiastri Never thought you’d actually get this far to be totally honest

alex_albon he has finally felt the warm embrace of a woman

♥︎ by author

francolapinto so do we kiss now?? like what happens next?

⤷ yn june is coming up ❤️ you have our support buddy

charles_leclerc I hope you two breakup

⤷ lando you joke but i know you know how well i treat her and i know you’d be sad if we ever did

⤷ charles_leclerc shut up i can’t handle the truth

⤷ francisca.cgomes how can you be so supportive but yet so unsupportive at the same time??

⤷ charles_leclerc It’s a talent 😎

arthur_leclerc Ignoring the fact that you’re basically motorboating my little sister, welcome to family bro 🥹🥹💗💞💖💘💕💓💓

⤷ charles_leclerc don’t welcome him to the family they’re not getting married jeez

⤷ yn you say that like he hasn’t been apart of the family since 2020

⤷ lorenzotl And you honestly think they’re not gonna get married in a few years?

⤷ arthur_leclerc He’s literally been planning this since 2021

⤷ charles_leclerc Ignoring those comments for my mental health

lewishamilton the game of cat and mouse is officially over folks, thanks for joining us on this journey. next up, marriage

⤷ charles_leclerc seriously?

i went to f1 75 last night so here are some semi aesthetic photos for my f1 smau writers

i just imagine ll moving into her dorm at uni and everyone tripping over their feet to help her. like she tries to lift a single box? “no, baby, let me handle it.” she wants to step up on a ladder to put up a picture? “ah ah ah, it’s too dangerous!”

everyone's favorite soft girly 🎀... also no lando yet bcs i have plans for him 🫣🫣

"your hands aren't made for carrying anything," oscar chides, as he steals the box away, gently ushering you to a seat with his other hand. "it would be a crime against humanity to soil these pretty hands." he coos at you.

your stare is incredulous as people moved to and fro your dorms; max was stacking your book shelf, holding your instruction pad; carlos was concentrated on making sure your furniture was properly assembled; charles was holding onto a vacuum and chasing after nonexistent dust and dirt, mindful of your allergies; george was pushing in boxes of your clothes; while alex and his girlfriend lily were fixing up your closet— your head was spinning from their efforts, but you were only handed an iced coffee, from arthur who placed a kiss on the side of your head, talking about, "take a rest baby" and pierre who handed you your kindle, telling you to read and relax!

these people must think you fragile...

but were you about to deny them? you weren't stupid.

Os? beauty?

istfg they will be the end of me.

HE CALLED HIM OS! I AM SO GONNA USE THIS IN MY FICS NOW!!

HE CALLED HIM A BEAUTY ON LIVE TELEVISION!!

I AM NOT OKAY.

They're judging you in multiple languages

he was a burger restaurant owner

she was sponsored by burgers

🙏

therapy can't replace getting so angry alone in your room you feel lightheaded

Not a day goes by where I don’t wish we got a Winter Soldier solo movie like I just KNOW this man has some crazy lore and I want to see it 😠😠

BTS of Seb as Bucky Barnes 🎀

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we all love to talk about oscar "heart eyes for lando" piastri but what if i said this guy is actually the biggest slut on the grid

george looks like fucking salad fingers

This is my plea to all LH writers:

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE indulge us and give us the gift of mob boss Lewis fics and smut

Can you write Seb x driver!reader where driver wins race after race and wins the championship and becomes red bulls prodigy and basically Seb is jealous of her and he basically hates her but she’s kind to him and everyone so he ends up falling in love with her

Little Miss Sunshine 

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Requested by: Anon 

Request: ^^

Pairings: Sebastian Vettel x F!RB!Driver!reader 

Warnings: Seb is a bit of an ass at first (as per request,) typical red bull menace era Seb. Y/n utilized. Kissing. Getting drunk. Angst to fluff. No Danny ric to RB and Hamilton doesn't win WDC that year (for the plot.)

Word count: 5295

A/n: AHHH OMG I LOVED THIS REQUEST! GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET WHEN I GOT THIS! Hope you enjoy this :):) P.S. Sorry this took so long, Life got quite hectic haha

Taglist: none (if you'd like to be on my taglist, there's a link to the form at the bottom of the post! :] )

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙ ＊*• 

You had smiled awkwardly at Sebastian when you’d first met him, given him a little wave and greeted him rather shyly. It wasn’t your first year in Formula 1, of course, though, you’d come from a cheaper team, one that hadn’t had a streak of winning like Red Bull. So, naturally, you were a little timid of the new environment and determined not to let your team down or have a sour relation with your teammate.

You were standing in your race suit, your white balaclava pulled over your head as you adjusted your helmet before climbing into your car.

Sitting in the new vehicle had never felt this nerve-wracking. Already, all of their eyes were on you and their expectations were high. You were nervous, eaten to the core by the fear that you might disappoint your new team on your maiden grand prix for them. 

Without further ado, you shoved those thoughts down and went through the routine of starting your car. The engine roared to life and emitted a low purr. Carefully, you steered your car out of the garage, entering the pit lane.

After the formation lap, you'd taken your position at your spot on the grid, lining up midway through the lineup. Around you, the roar of the new v6 engines filled your ears as the lights began igniting.

As the lights went out and you pulled ahead of a few other drivers, you managed to keep up your pace, chasing Sebastian for the entire session.

On your maiden Red Bull race, you'd placed an impressive P2, second none other to teammate Sebastian Vettel.

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The previous race wasn't where your success stopped. Not at all. Last grand prix, you'd placed below Sebastian, something you considered a result of your lesser driving skills compared to the 4 time world champion. Yet, it wasn't long before you found yourself surpassing him on many occasions. 

You placed higher than him many times, scoring podiums nearly every race. And Sebastian didn't like that he was being out-driven by his new teammate. It left a sour taste in his mouth. 

He began to resent you. He loathed the fact that you were new to this team, to Red Bull, a group so closely-knit because of him. The constant reminder that you had penetrated the family-like racing team he had worked so hard to make closer, was impossible to forget when you –in his words– paraded around the paddock with your bright, easy smiles and kind words. He hated the way you smiled so cheerily, sun rays woven between pearly teeth that portrayed a constant warmth. Your smile seemed to never stop shining and it made Sebastian even more bitter about the situation.

Maybe it was silly. A stupid rivalry. But Sebastian was stubborn and he very much liked winning. He liked being dubbed ‘the best’ 4 consecutive years. And you were taking that away from him. He hated you for it.

It was a particularly bad race for Sebastian. Or, atleast, he'd call it bad. He hadn't placed nearly as high as he'd hoped and it made him angry. You on the other hand, had unsurprisingly placed first, which extended your lead over Sebastian and only increased his frustration.

He climbed out of his car, sweating heavily and anger hot as lava beneath his skin. You followed suit before making your way over to him where he stood. He groaned as you approached, his rage boiling.

“That was a tough race, Sebastian,” You said to him, a small, friendly smile on your face, “You did good.”

Something in the way you smiled at him while you said that made him frustrated and irritable. “Save your sympathy for someone who wants it,” He spat angrily, eyes hardened to a glare.

Sebastian didn't miss the small frown that found its way to your lips, and he found himself feeling a small tinge of something in his chest. It almost frightened him at the peculiar nature of the newly discovered feeling.

“I was just being nice,” You replied in a quieter, much sadder tone, “Sorry.”

As you turned and walked away without another word, Sebastian watched. The German driver knew he should do something. Say something. Call you back and apologize. Yet, his mouth remained glued shut and his eyes locked on your retreating form.

“Fuck,” He cursed to himself, a frustrated hand coming up to run through his sweaty strands of hair.

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It was race day again and already, Sebastian wasn't in a good mood. The previous argument had gone forgotten by him and his anger resurged. You'd out-everything'd him. Out-qualified; Out-lapped; Out-fastest lapped; You'd out-raced him entirely, scoring yourself pole position to start the race off.

Sebastian was a few grid spots back. It wasn't his finest performance over the past few days, he would admit that much.

His eyes were locked on the red lights above the grid that slowly began their count.

1..

The first one ignited.

2..

The second light burned a bright red, and Sebastian tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

3..

The third set of lights turned on. Sebastian began to rev his car's engine by pressing his foot on the gas.

4..

The fourth pair of lights lit up, and Sebastian could feel his anticipation growing. He wasn't going to let you win again today. He had to place higher than you.

5..

Finally, the fifth pair of lights blinked on. Sebastian subconsciously squeezed the steering wheel, eyes locked firmly on the red lights as he waited almost impatiently.

The lights all extinguished, and all the cars surged forwards as the race began.

Sebastian was fighting tooth and nail as he moved his way up the race standings. He raced behind you now, your car's tail end visible not far ahead. 

You were driving spectacularly. You pulled corners with professional precision, accelerating out of them with the help of ERS to propel you forward, your car following a unique racing line all with a feel that came natural to you.

Sebastian was pushing his car to the limits as he caught up to you, using all of his ability to keep up and attempt an overtake. You were quick to defend when he moved over slightly to pass, your car zipping in front of him to effectively block his path.

It made him angry and want to take first place from you even more. Sebastian just barely managed to get to a point where he was wheel-to-wheel with you on a straightaway. Yet, a corner with a decreased radius was rapidly approaching as your fight for first intensified.

Your car pulled to the outer edge of the track as you followed the perfect racing line into the turn, Sebastian almost parallel with you. The German driver knew he needed to brake soon and get into a better racing line to complete this corner, but he was too caught up in the fact he was neck and neck with you, fighting for first and he didn't want to pull away and give up.

At almost the same time, your cars slowed coming into the corner, and Sebastian steered sharply into the turn as the track narrowed. 

It all happened in a flash. One minute, both of you were racing around the corner, determined to obtain first place and refusing to allow the other to simply have it, and the next, Sebastian's car, which was going a little too fast as it rounded the bend at the same time yours did, veered straight into the side of your car. The impact sent both of you skidding out of control. Your car spun a few times, tossed straight off the track and into the gravel before smashing into the barrier, Sebastian's following the same track, only slightly ahead of yours.

The German's head was pounding as he came to a stop, a nauseous feeling collecting in his stomach. Only when his eyes laid on your similarly crashed car did he feel a strange sense of panic. Fighting against his restraints, he quickly unbuckled himself, scrambling out of his car once he'd shut it off. His feet had barely hit the ground before he had taken off running towards your crashed car.

It didn't take long to reach you, and when he did he was met with what appeared to be a very disorientated you, who groaned, your helmet pressed against the back of your seat. He reached over to shut off your car when you hadn’t already. His nerves were through the roof, panic running icy-cold through his veins. “Are you okay?” He asked, trying to keep his voice calmer than he really felt. When you didn't answer immediately, he asked again, “Y/n, are you okay?”

You groaned in reply, your helmet turning slightly to face him, the object obscuring your face from him. “I'm okay. Are you okay?”

Sebastian blinked a few times in confusion. You were the one still sitting in the car, and asking if he was okay? “Yeah, I'm fine.” He replied after a minute, baffled.

A sigh of relief left your lips and Sebastian imagined one of your signature smiles finding its way onto your face. 

In a strange moment of what he would call brain-fog, but in reality was clarity, Sebastian felt comforted by that thought. However, he was quick to force that feeling back down to the deepest, warmest pits of his heart and soul. Shoving back down that tiny bit of himself that felt warm and fuzzy at the mention of your name. That tiny bit he never wanted to confront because a part of him knew what it meant.

You got out of your car after that, unbuckling your harness and climbing out. Marshals had arrived on scene and before you knew it, they were giving both of you rides back to the paddock.

When you got back to the Red Bull Garage, both of you had pulled off your helmet and your balaclavas. Sebastian still felt stubbornly bitter, but underneath all that was a strong sense of guilt. He knew it was his fault both of you crashed. Yet, when he looked at your face for the first time since you'd both spun out and hit the barriers, he didn't see anger. He saw a soft smile and a warm look present on your face.

Sebastian didn't understand. Why weren't you angry at him? He was the reason why you both crashed, and he'd subsequently gotten both of you disqualified from the race entirely. Any other person would've been fuming, spitting fire from an angry tongue and steam rolling from their ears. Yet, why weren't you?

For a moment– a split second– Sebastian felt his bitterness ebb away. There was this growing tingling in his chest, and he could feel his stomach knotting itself as it thrashed in turmoil. He found himself staring at you, his anger and so-called loathe of you forgotten, now replaced by a feeling of warm fondness. Again.

The German shook his head to clear those thoughts and feelings. This was the second time today this had happened. What had gotten into him?

The moment for Sebastian didn't last long as soon enough your team principal came out and had a stern talking to both of you, but overall you both got let off easy.

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It was the finishing night of another race week again. One of the many breaks in the season was starting and everyone was in good spirits. Especially Sebastian, as for the first time in awhile this season, he came out with an impressive P1. After a few interviews you were finally free and you went back to your hotel room, feeling particularly exhausted and more than ready for this break.

You opened the door, pulling off your shoes with sluggish movements. The moment your head hit the pillow, you fell into a deep sleep, your body more than happy to receive its much-needed rest.

It was the middle of the night when your phone rang, stirring you from your sleep. You groggily read the contact: Sebastian. Why was he calling you? “Hello?” You yawned into the speaker, using your free hand to wipe your eyes, hoping to wake yourself a bit.

“Hiii,” Sebastian slurred, his voice unusually cheery, “how are you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It was obvious now that he was drunk. “I’m good, how are you? What’s up?”

“I’m gooood,” He replied, and you noticed the stretching out the syllables of his words when he talked. “Nothings up, I just wanted to talk to you.”

You hummed. “Okay. You’re drunk. Do you need a ride?”

Sebastian was quiet for a few minutes, the only sound being a hiccup, followed by a soft, “Yeah..” 

Sighing, you had already started to get out of bed, getting ready to go pick up Sebastian. “Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

Once Sebastian managed to spit out his location through his slurred speech, you were on your way. Pulling up to the boisterous club, you noticed Sebastian standing outside on the sidewalk.

You parked and climbed out, knowing damn well he'd need help if he really was anywhere near as drunk as he sounded over the phone.

Sebastian smiled when he noticed you, something you were definitely unaccustomed to after these past months. What surprised you even more was his arms wrapping around your waist as he took upon his drunk self to hug you. 

“Have you always looked this nice?” He asks as he pulls away, and you are forced to shake off the shock of the clinginess when he compliments you.

“Good to see you too,” You say, chuckling in embarrassment at his words, his unnatural actions not going unnoticed by you. “Here, let's get you into the car.”

Sebastian, lucky for you, wasn't one to fight the idea of going back to the hotel and almost eagerly followed your instructions. Your hands guided him in as he plopped unceremoniously down. Watching from the open door, you observed Sebastian struggling with his seatbelt, trying hard to click it in securely but failing miserably. Sighing, you bent over and did it for him before closing the door and crossing the car to get in the driver's seat again.

As you began driving, you imagined the car ride to be quiet, but Sebastian had other plans.

“Thank you for driving me,” he hiccuped, starting the small talk easy.

“It's no big deal,” You replied, glancing at him in the passenger seat. You were a little shocked to find him looking right back at you, his gaze shamelessly wandering your features.

“Look, I'm sorry for being really mean all the time,” Sebastian said suddenly, breaking your distracted train of thought. 

“It's okay,” you replied, gazing back at the road. He was drunk and you weren't sure if his words were as true as they would've been had he been sober.

“But it's not okay,” Sebastian hiccuped, “You're nothing but nice to me and I'm always so angry with you. Don't you ever get upset with me?”

You swallowed a little nervously, staring out the window. When you'd first joined Red Bull at the start of this season, you'd heavily admired Sebastian, but over time your opinion of him was altered through his harshness.

“I..” You mumbled, unsure how to state your view without possibly offending him, “Sometimes.”

Sebastian took a long time to respond after that, and the silence seems to shove you into the spotlight. After an awkward momentary pause, you find yourself blurting out your true feelings to Sebastian in a desperate attempt to end this silence that eats you up. He wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning, anyway. “I just wanted to be as good as you. I saw someone who was a great racer, and I strived to be like that. But then, when I did get to that level, I was met with nothing but resentment. And I'm not even sure I know why.”

More silence. The only noise is the sound of the car as it drives and you wish nothing more than the radio to be on to take away some of these unpleasantly long pauses.

“You probably think I hate you,” Sebastian slurred finally. From your peripherals, you saw him hang his head in shame and sit forward again.

That took you off guard. Through his harsh words, his angry glares, and the countless times he'd displayed his very obvious disdain for you, he'd made it clear that he did hate you, and quite vehemently. If not hate, then a strong distaste. Hell, you were partially certain you’d remembered him saying something in a press conference once. Now, drunken and lost from his wits, he was telling you he didn't feel that at all? That his appearance was not as it seemed all this time? “You don't..?”

“Me? Hate you? No. Quite the opposite, actually.” Sebastian exclaimed, drunken head snapping up to meet your gaze.

Oh.

A beat of silence. A confession that feels like a mouthful too big to swallow. “What?” You ask, mind spinning with what he could possibly mean. 

“I don't hate you,” Sebastian repeats. “Not anymore.”

This doesn't make sense. None of it does. Why does he tell you this now? And here, of all places? “Not anymore?” You repeat, a plea for him to elaborate.

“No,” he sighs, “I've been so stupid.. and stubborn. You threatened my reputation as the best Red Bull driver and I really didn't like that.. And, you were always so.. nice. So kind and cheery all the time. The cameras seemed to be attracted to you, you were press eye-candy and they took full advantage of that. I envied how carefree you were and how much you stole the spotlight off me. How perfect you seemed.”

For a minute you forget he's drunk. Forget that maybe he might not mean a word of this. That he's so out of his wits that he probably doesn't know what he's saying. And it's blissful when you do. To live in ignorance and take his words as they seem. The inebriated lack of clarity he experiences not once crossing your mind, even for just a moment. You allow yourself to think he means it.

“I–” you mumble, not entirely sure what to say, “What made you change your mind?”

Sebastian didn't speak right away, but you could see the way his face portrayed the internal battle he fought. “When I crashed into you and you didn't move. Not an inch.” He pauses, gulping before continuing on quietly, “I thought I’d killed you. I got out of my car the quickest I've ever before and fought to get to you. Something told me I had to see if you were okay. I'd never been so scared in my life.”

His admittance was something unexpected. You wanted to believe him, a small voice in your mind whispered repeatedly ‘drunk words are sober thoughts.’ Now, in your mind, you wonder what he could have possibly meant when he said he didn’t hate you, instead claiming to have felt something ‘quite the opposite.’ What was that opposing thing? It made you wonder if that soft twinkle in his eyes when he looked at you was just your imagination, or if it was really something to consider.

Silence settles like death over the car. Maybe it’s your lack of response, but it doesn’t matter because soon enough, you’re pulling into the hotel parking lot and helping Sebastian back up to his room.

It’s quiet as you lead him down the long hallway, passing many rooms before finally stopping at his door. He uses a keycard to unlock it, and he stumbles in as soon as he does. You walk into his hotel room, bringing him to his bed. You leave for a minute, going to the bathroom to grab the garbage bin and filling a glass with water from the sink. “Here,” You say, extending the glass to him, “Drink this,” You pause, setting the bin on the floor by the bed, “And use this if you need to throw up any time in the night.”

Sebastian nods, finishing up his glass of water.

You sigh, heading to the door and deciding your work is done. “Goodnight Sebastian,” you say to him.

“Goodnight Y/n,” He replies and you leave.

In your own room, you lay restless for a while, pondering everything Sebastian said to you, and for a minute, you like to believe something has changed. That this feeling in you is real and things are really different than they were.

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Months pass from that night, Sebastian never brings up the topic. Yet, things don’t fall back to how they were. You haven’t had any quarrels with the German since then. His words, albeit not at the front of your mind, still ring in your ears from time to time. By now, It’s the end of the season- The last race. And, you’ve won.

The feeling of parking your car at the first-place marker and climbing out onto its long body, hearing the crowds shouts of congratulations while the full weight of your accomplishment began to set in, produced an indescribable emotion. The jumps of joy you denied fighting against as you shouted and screamed in a disbelieving glee, your feet leaving the ground as you leapt around in a craze. As soon as you stepped off your car, you’d jogged across the tarmac and leaped at the fence, straight into the warm embrace of your team. Their acclamations washed over you while they patted your back and shoulders in celebration. When you had finally separated from your team and found yourself walking that short bridge- which, in comparison, had felt much longer and slower than it really was and stepped onto the podium for first place, the sounds of the crowd below you roaring in celebration, their loud cheers filling the air and ringing loud in your ears, made you realize they were cheering for you. As you stood in front of the world, on display, the national anthem for your country playing proudly for the winner, you could feel tears of joy start to well in your eyes.

You’d done it. You’d won the World Drivers Championship. The first female driver in history to ever win a WDC, and you had done it. Through years of hard work in karting as a child, pushing yourself all the way up into the formulas, you had accomplished it. When you’d made your debut into Formula 1, you could hardly believe it then. You never imagined you’d have made it this far into the sport. Of course, you’d dreamed of winning a WDC, as every other driver did. Ever since you were in karting it had been an unimaginable feat you always reached for, striving to one day achieve. A feat many drivers never got a glimpse of. To be dubbed the greatest in Formula 1 was something unbelievable. But here you were, standing atop the podium, being handed the first place trophy of the season’s final grand prix, securing your position as the World Champion. A constant reminder in your mind of ‘you were the champion- the best,’ made your happiness only increase. 

As you held the trophy in your hands, lifting it high over your head, you let the tears fall. There was a wide smile of joy plastered across your face, stretching from ear-to-ear. You held the trophy in the air, a silent echo of your words that screamed ‘I’ve won’ being conveyed through the simple act.

Eventually, you set down your trophy, careful not to break it, the champagne bottle now held in your hands as you popped the cork. You felt the sticky spray from the other podium members as they pelted you with the bubbly drink, while you took a short turn blasting either of them with the liquid. After a moment, you turned and faced the crowd, shaking the bottle and shooting champagne over them with a smile on your face. 

Suddenly, there was a wet feeling of champagne being poured over your head, soaking your hair and running down your race suit, it had you turning to face the other podium winners, one of them being none other than your teammate Sebastian Vettel. He was smiling broadly at you, holding his champagne bottle above your head, dumping the rest of the yellow liquid over you in congrats. You couldn’t care less about it, rather enjoying the celebration more and more as it progressed. You still could hardly believe the fact you’d won the WDC.

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The 2014 Red Bull team went out to party that night, the whole group hitting one of the team members' houses that was coincidentally not far from the location of the last grand prix, upon arrival, booze was promptly handed out.

You, on the other hand, strayed from partaking in the drinking of alcohol. Tonight was your celebration night, and you much preferred to spend it remembering rather than drunk off your wits.

You'd found yourself seeking an isolated place. Somewhere to go to regain your thoughts, almost as if you were relishing in your own victory but with silent regard.

There was a peacefulness on the quiet balcony that made admiring the sky easy. High above your head, the night sky stretched across the horizon like a blanket. Stars looked like pin pricks amongst the great ebony expanse. There was a slight chill to the evening air, but not one great enough for you to retreat back into the mansion. Inside, the party raged on, with loud music blasting loud enough you could hear it from your place on the balcony.

The sound of the sliding balcony door opening caught your attention. Reluctantly tearing your eyes away from the beautiful night sky, you found yourself face-to-face with none other than Sebastian.

“Hello,” He greeted, “Whatcha doin’ up here?”

Sebastian was drunk. That much was obvious with the messy onslaught of slurred words and the slight stumble in his step as he joined you in leaning on the balcony.

“I wanted some time alone.” You answered. It wasn't a lie. You really did get away purposefully to be alone.

“Why? It's your party,” he hiccupped, his drunken gaze swimming with confusion.

You sighed. Yes, it was your party, but you just wanted to be alone for a bit to truly celebrate your victory without a full-blown party. “I know it’s my party.” 

Sebastian didn’t say anything after that, instead choosing to just stand silently beside you. Naturally, your gaze was drawn back to the sky, but this time Sebastian joined you.

The moon was a creamy ball of light against the charcoal of the sky, shedding its milky rays on the both of you and illuminating your faces beneath its glow. There was a gentle stillness to it all, a serenity to the scene, with the only sound being the whisper of the wind as it danced near-silently through the trees in the yard. The warmth from Sebastian lingered on your bare arms, his own skin so close to your own.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you said, admiring the stars.

Sebastian merely hummed, and it caused you to glance at him. His eyes weren’t to the sky, instead, they were transfixed on your figure.

You turned to stare into his eyes, neither of you broke the contact. You could’ve sworn you’d seen a twinkle of warm fondness in his gaze. No, actually, you were certain you had. 

The shared glance had sparked something within you. A shift that altered the feelings you experienced. Maybe it was all just a hoax. Confusion. But not even you could deny the whispered nothings screaming that maybe what you felt was most definitely something. Something scary. Daunting. Both too scared to traipse through the thick hazy smoke that stung the eyes and invaded every sense, but what neither of you knew was that cloud was protecting the hot embers and warm flames from within. The parts of them that yearned for each other deeply. However, everything was on the verge of coming undone.

You'd hardly realized you and Sebastian subconsciously closed the gap between each other until you felt the warmth of his booze-ridden breath fan your face. With that train of thought, your gaze had lowered to his candy-coloured lips. It took you a minute to process your action, and it was only another second before your gaze returned to his eyes embarrassedly.

Sebastian doesn't seem to notice– or mind– the longing look. His hand reaches up to brush a piece of hair from your face, and you can feel your stomach erupt in swarms of butterflies at the act. He doesn't let his hand fall, instead it moves to tentatively cradle your cheek.

Sebastian leaned in even closer, his lips just above yours. You didn't miss the lingering stare he left on your lips for a little too long. You knew what was about to happen if you didn't move soon. Something deep inside you had you glued to your spot. And for a moment, a split second, the realization that maybe you wanted this struck you.

“May I kiss you?” He whispered, soft slate blue eyes meeting yours, gaze gone unbroken with the sheer intensity of the moment.

Warm fondness rises through you, bubbling softly in your chest. Apprehension courses through your veins, hot like lava to warm your skin despite the late November chill. You won't deny Sebastian the right to kiss you, because deep down you know you want this. You need this. Forever since you'd met him, you've yearned for clarity, for him to draw that line in the sand. To you, this would either spell it out for you or leave you second guessing everything. And that was a risk you considered worth taking.

“I won't say no.” You replied at last, solidifying everything on your end. A wide range of emotions run through your veins, but you don't feel an ounce of regret or unwillingness to taste and feel his lips on yours.

That's all the permission he needs, as he closes that gap to press his lips to yours.

His lips are tender, gentle and soft in a way that makes your knees wobble and your chest tighten. Sebastian's other hand finds its way to your hip, his fingers curling into your skin. 

You find he tastes faintly of liquor, a reminder of his previous drinking. Yet, part of you chooses to ignore it. He wants this too, right?

Your head spins as you stand frozen to the spot, lips linked together. Sebastian inevitably pulls away for air, and you find yourself chasing his lips for a short moment. He notices, a soft smile gracing his features while his hand slides from your cheek to rest on your neck as he pulls you in for a second kiss.

The second kiss ends with both of you pulling away. Sebastian rests his forehead against yours, and it takes a while before you open your eyes again. 

Your breaths mingle in the air between each other, soft smiles present on your faces. High above, the moon observes in awe.

“Will you go out to dinner with me?” Sebastian asks.

Nodding, you reply, “Only if you promise to remember this when you're sober.”

The German’s grin widens, “I don't think I could forget.”

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burnin' tire

max verstappen

cw: smut/pwp, masturbation, fantasies, mad!max, post-dutch gp, mechanic!reader

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second.

second was first place for losers. that was what he had been told his entire life. second, seconde, secondo, however he could slice it, it still looked bad. so when he stomped back into the paddock with fire in his heart and a storm cloud over his head, the mechanics scattered.

they even went as far as to push you, their newest addition in front of max so they could get a head start away from mad max.

he looked down at you, something in his gaze left you a little shaky at the knees. this was your first race with the team, and you couldn't secure a win for max. it was almost embarrassing.

"i'm sorry, mister verstappen!" you pouted, "i'm really sorry! we tried to move as fast as possible, but i guess we couldn't keep up to mclaren." you worried about your job! you had just started, you were far from home and this was your dream to work for, "i'm so sorry!"

you almost had tears in your eyes, which deflated the anger from max's stance. he dropped his arms and looked at you. he replied, "there's nothing to be sorry about, it happens." as if he hadn't been on a losing streak for some time now.

your bottom lip quivered and your eyes grew watery, "this was your home race. and i'm just so sorry! i just wanted to do good, i wanted you to win!" a few tears fell and max was dumbfounded.

he was used to tearing into the mechanics and the engineers. he was used to snapping his words and letting rage consume him. instead he reached out for you, "hey, it's okay! don't cry. it's alright.'" he even wiped your tears away as your lip wobbled.

you got into his arms and gave him a bit hug. you looked at him and said, "i promise we'll win the next one! i promise!" even in those baggy coveralls you looked cute. if not beautiful.

max felt the anger disappear in his gut and he smiled at you, almost warm, "yes... yes we will." and when he patted you on the head and turned away and out of the paddock.

the other mechanics were in as much shock as you were. and while max would've loved to continue holding you, even reassuring you about the race in monza the following week. max was painfully hard from your brief interaction. it was like all the anger went to his cock and he needed to get out of there before he caused a scene.

back in the red bull motor home, max thought he was going to burst a blood vessel in his head. it was a pain to get into his jeans after he got out of his racing clothes. everything felt like a live wire, to go without masturbating for that long felt painful. especially when the source of his erection was playing in his read.

you smell like motor oil and warm vanilla, your touch was soft when you hugged him and that pretty face. even with the smear of grease on your face and the red bull cap on your head.

"mister verstappen." your voice rang in his head and he didn't even make it to the bed before his cock was in his hand. his palm covered in his spit as he sat on the couch and stroked himself still clothed.

he knew that the team had hired a new mechanic, but to see you in action made his brain feel almost rotten from the lust he felt. he barely paid attention to who was working on the car during the race but he knew you weren't working alone. and yet, you still carried all the responsibility for the team on your shoulders.

you poor thing. he continued to stroke his cock and he panted heavily at the feeling. thoughts of you were in his head as he pleasured himself. he wished you were there to do it for him. even if you wore you coveralls and covered in grease, if you were on your knees in front of him, your mouth on his cock as you pleasured him.

he wondered if you had even done that before. if you had any partners, or even one at the moment. he tried not to let the jealousy curl in his gut. he wasn't even sure, but he wouldn't have been surprised. you were beautiful, and who didn't love a gentle soul. you wanted max to win and max in turn felt towards you that he felt towards no other mechanic. he wanted you to work on his car, but also taking you out to dinner. to show you the finer things in life.

he wondered what colour panties you wore, and what cut. he knew you weren't wearing a thong, no when you were lifting heavy tires all day. he imagined something red, maybe a boy short. something that moved with the curves of your hips and thighs. he thought excited him, it really turned him on. made his face as red as he hoped that your panties would be.

how they'd curve to your ass, when you ran around the pit stop. how you would lift tools around. the strength to you. max liked models, but there was something about you the captivated him. and you didn't even know. you were just a humble mechanic, and you drove max wild.

he continued to stroke his cock heavily. he panted heavily as he felt his dark t-shirt cling to his back. his pace was quick up against his cock, he even spat on his hand once more to just to get the right friction. it was a head rush. he was not immune to masturbation, max did it almost daily if he had the time.

but to picture you in your bra and panties made him excited. hungry like a dog as he fucked his hand. he wished it was your pussy. he wished that he could bully the tip of his cock against you. he wished he could bend you in half and fuck you with a vigor that there were no other words for.

he wondered if you were loud, if he'd have to silence you with your panties. if he's have to cover your mouth or gag you, or would you just burst into tears like you did in the garage. the wet eyes,staring at him, promising that you'd do better next time. it made max want to fuck you even more. he wanted you every way he could have you.

"shit." he groaned through grit teeth as he continued to stroke his cock. he could feel his heart beat in his ears as he continued to masturbate. you were just a little thing, even with your skills as a mechanic, you were still so small. max felt he need to protect you.

he wanted to make sure you needed for nothing. he wondered if you'd have him as your lover. as your partner. the thought made him shudder as he continued to stroke his cock. he felt the head rush it all, he panted heavily as he stroked his cock.

his pace continued and he let himself get lost in the feeling. when it got overwhelming, he finished all over himself. your words rang in his mind, the promises you made. next time will be better. he'd win next time! and as cum dribbled all over his hand, he panted heavily with the head rush. he panted heavily and felt a shudder through climax. he wondered if you were touching yourself tonight, which made his cock twitch in his hand.

he was covered in cum at the waist and he felt hot all over. he rubbed his face with his free hand and for a moment felt in the post-orgasm shame. but it didn't last long.

with the after shivers of euphoria, he knew he had to do something. he couldn't be jerking off in private anytime he saw you. max was a man of action so after he cleaned himself off, he texted horner,

"i was wondering if i could properly meet with our new mechanic, show her the ropes. i think things will be promising with her." he tried to sound as professional as possible, but as thoughts of your watery eyes filled his mind. he knew he'd have to get himself off again soon. <3

End of an Era

McLaren wins its first F1 constructors’ championship since 1998.

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It's you! || Despite everything, it's still you.

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summary: after boredom consumes you one night, you come face-to-face with an old gift you received as a joke due to your lack of relationships— a calling card for a sex hotline. after getting the confidence to click the call button, you’re met with an australian operator who captivates you.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, smut with plot, phone sex, guided masturbation, praise kink, use of good girl, dirty talk, mentions of sex work, inexperienced reader.

wc: 4.9k

a/n: GOD, this took a good few days to write. i’m super happy with how this turned out, and tempted to do another part to this. please comment or leave an ask in my inbox to let me know your thoughts!

boredom. that’s what got you to where you are now. sitting at the desk in your bedroom, you stared at the dull-coloured card you had been oh-so graciously gifted during last year’s secret santa.

you weren’t exactly known for your positive relationship experiences— in fact, you were known for the lack of them. you had been on dates, messed around with a few guys here and there. none of them ever really had a spark with you, hence them being one night stands. it was an inside joke in the group, how cripplingly single you were, how badly your friends wanted you to finally get a boyfriend, and get laid.

that’s how you ended up with the burgundy calling card during last year’s christmas event. it was a joke gift, of course, just a small item on the side of your real gift. everyone found it hilarious when you showed them, and you couldn’t deny you found it funny yourself. and you kept it, obviously. it was a gift, albeit a joke gift, but a gift nonetheless. it had memories attached to it, of the last night you and your friends had all met up together.

twisting the card between your fingers, you found yourself more and more tempted to call it, and not as a joke. you had found it hilarious when you first received it, but now sitting alone in your quiet room, the idea didn’t seem so far-fetched.

there was a nervous flutter in your stomach, a mix of anxiety and excitement. you’d never really thought of yourself as the type of person to engage in something like this. sure, you’d had a few nights with select guys, but they were few and far between— never quite like the experiences you had hoped for. the idea of venturing into something so taboo, only made it more arousing.

you reached over to grab your phone with your other hand, unlocking it before clicking on the ‘phone’ app. your eyes returned to the caller card, brushing your thumb over the raised numbers. it would be easy— just a call. if it got too weird or awkward, then you could hang up— problem solved. nobody had to find out.

inhaling deeply, you tapped onto the keypad and input the numbers from the calling card. your finger hovered over the call button, eyes flickering between the card and your phone, starting to reconsider. but before you could let yourself overthink it, you slammed your finger on the call key.

the phone immediately started to ring.

your breath hitched as the ringing echoed in your ear, the sound louder than expected and catching you off guard. each ring seemed to stretch on— getting longer each time the sound repeated which only filled you with nerves and anticipation. you started to wonder if this was a mistake. why was he taking so long to answer? maybe it was sign? you should hang up, right? you started to move the phone away from your ear, ready to call it a night when suddenly—

the ringing stopped, and was interrupted by a click.

“hello?” the voice purred, making you freeze. “who do i have the pleasure of speaking to tonight?”

your mind went blank, unsure on what to do. all you could think about was the low, sultry voice on the other end of the phone, twinged with an australian accent that sent a pulse of arousal straight to your core.

you heard a low chuckle on the other end of the line, followed by the creak of a bed, as if the person on the other end was fixing his position, clearly waiting for your response.

“don’t make me talk to myself, sweetheart,” the voice teased, though there was a firm edge to his tone.

your eyes widened at how his voice went from playful to more commanding in an instant, and it caused a hot flush to billow into your cheeks.

“i— sorry, i’m here,” you forced out, your voice was merely a whisper, betraying your nerves. you heard a small hum on the other end of the line in response.

“that’s alright darling. first time?” he asks, voice smooth and understanding, though a hint of curiosity tied into it.

you hesitated momentarily before nodding, then internally slapping yourself for nodding on a phone call. “yeah, it is,” you admitted, voice starting to tremble a little again.

“thought so. i knew i’d remember a voice as nice as yours, beautiful accent you’ve got— from the five whole words i’ve heard so far,” he teased, and you could hear the smirk on his face. you found yourself rolling your eyes with a smile, his playfulness momentarily easing your nerves.

“thank— thank you?” you let out, more of a questioning tone than an appreciative one which you cursed yourself for. though, the chuckle coming from the phone made it worth it.

“of course. now sweetheart, can i have your name? can be a pet name if you’d prefer, or a fake name,” he explained, tone gentle yet insistent.

you hesitated for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of each option before settling on telling him your real name.

your name falls naturally from his lips, followed by a contented hum. “pretty name,” he complimented, “my name’s daniel,” he added. hearing his name softly uttered from your lips earned a smile from daniel, loving the sound of your voice already.

“now that we’re properly introduced,” daniel begins, the sound of his bed creaking faintly as he shifts positions, “are you in bed sweetheart? or are you somewhere else.. on the sofa, perhaps?” he trails off, allowing you to correct him if need be.

“i’m— i’m at my desk, actually,” you stutter out, still unbelievably nervous about the whole thing. “is that okay?” you quickly added on, a wave of anxiety washing over you at the thought of embarrassing yourself during this.

a soft laugh escaped daniel’s lips, and you felt yourself cringe, cheeks heating up rapidly. it wasn’t harsh, but still it was embarrassing nonetheless. “at your desk, huh? that’s cute,” he teases gently, the smile evident in his voice. “a little too formal for what we’re doing, though. why don’t you move yourself to the bed, yeah?” he suggested, though it came with a hint of command, making it clear he was expecting you to follow his lead.

“okay, i’m moving now,” you muttered to him, swivelling round on your chair as you stood up, using your foot to push the chair back into place before walking over to the bed, lying down and adjusting your position to ensure you were comfortable before letting him know you followed his command.

“that’s a good girl,” he praised softly, and you couldn’t stop the small gasp from escaping your lips, which only made another laugh emerge from him. “oh, did someone like that? a fan of praise, are we?” he asked you, wanting to know more about you before you began.

you managed a small ‘mhm’ for him, but he only tutted in softly. “well, i’m a fan of people using their words for me,” he said, a hint of condescension in his voice. “verbal confirmation and all. so sweetheart, can you do that for me?”

you gulped and licked your lips at his words, mixed along with the low, dominant tone of his voice. “yes, i’m a fan of praise,” you let out, the embarrassment evident in your voice.

“aww, don’t sound so embarrassed, darling,” daniel cooed, “i need to know this about you, i need to know what i can do to make you feel good.”

you nodded to yourself, muttering a small “thank you”, so quiet it was almost inaudible.

daniel let the moment linger, before letting his tone dip back into a playful territory again. “you know, i’m trying to picture you right now. but it’s a little hard,” he started, making you frown slightly as you waited for him to continue. “what’re you wearing right now.. could you tell me, sweetheart?”

the question caught you a little off guard, sending a shiver down your spine. you felt yourself flush, what he asked along with the playful yet sultry tone of his voice captivated you. you hesitated momentarily, glancing down at what you were wearing, as if you were seeing it through daniel’s own eyes.

“just— just a t-shirt and shorts,“ you told him, your voice still shy. “nothing special.”

daniel let out another approving hum, which set your nerves alight. “i disagree, sometimes the simplest things can be the most appealing,” he teased. “the shirt.. is it baggy on you, or does it fit your body just right?”

you swallowed thickly, suddenly hyper-aware of how the fabric hugged your body. “yeah.. its a little snug on me,” you murmured, feeling the tension soak the air.

daniel’s voice dropped lower, sounding a little more serious. “why don’t you describe it for me? tell me exactly how it fits on you.”

you hesitated initially, eyes scanning over your body and gathering your thoughts. the commanding tone in his voice left little room for refusal. “uh, well…” you stammered, voice wavering. “it’s a little tight— not suffocatingly so, but it fits tightly to my chest, clings around my waist.. you can see the outline of my curves.”

daniel bit his lip as you spoke, the vivid image you painted stirring a growing arousal within him. unable to stop himself, daniel felt his hand slowly wandering into his grey shorts, starting to gently stroke his clothed cock at your words.

“mm, that sounds like a sight i’d enjoy seeing,” daniel tells you, and you hear a small groan escape him. you can’t deny it sends a shot or arousal through you, and you want to hear more. getting a little more confident, you continue to tell him about what you’re wearing.

“sometimes when i stretch, the shirt rides up, and some of my skin shows,” you started, your free hand fiddling with the hem of the shirt, pulling it up a little as you played out the actions you were telling him. “and when i bend over, sometimes the cleavage gets a little more exposed too,” you continue, your hand trailing up to your shirt as you tug on the collar lightly.

daniel exhaled deeply through his nose, eyes screwed shut as he squeezed cock through his boxers, another groan of pleasure escaping him. “fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed, voice thick with desire.

daniel honestly couldn’t believe how turned on he was at the moment. usually, daniel was one to fake his actions and arousal during these calls, as none of his clients ever really done it for him. but you.. you were different. and daniel loved it, and craved for more.

the noises daniel was making over the phone were enough to make the pool of heat in your stomach continue to grow. you squeezed your legs together as you heard him groan, biting your own lip to stop yourself from moaning. you knew you shouldn’t have though— he’s meant to hear you, hear you’re enjoying it. yet, you still didn’t know when to let go.

your thoughts were interrupted when you heard daniel murmur “sweetheart”, his voice thick with desire. “i want you to do something for me now,” he paused, allowing the weight of his words settle in the air. “i want you to start touching yourself for me, but i’m going to be the one guiding you through it. you’re only allowed to do what i say, understand?”

you swallowed hard, the command in his voice found straight to your core. “i—i understand,” you stuttered, heart starting to beat faster in your chest. this was really happening, you were really doing this.

“good,” daniel told you. “now, slip your hand under your shirt for me, just like i would if i was there with you,” he started to instruct, and you moved your left hand under your shirt, listening to him. “start slow— trace your fingers over your skin, let yourself relax into it.”

you didn’t realise this would make you so nervous. the gesture was nothing to sexual, but because someone was guiding you, it made you hyper-aware, and it made this simple something feel so much better.

“you done that for me, darling?” daniel asked, licking his lips as he heard your soft breaths over the phone. his fingers stroked at his clothed cock, eyes closed as he imagined you, trailing your hands along yourself, moving them higher and higher.

when you told him you were doing as you were told, he let out a low hum. “good girl,” he praised, and smirked at the whine that escaped you. “now, move that hand up higher for me, right ‘til you reach your tits.”

you didn’t even hesitate to follow daniel’s command, slowly moving your hand up your body. “let your fingers trace the curves, and just imagine it’s me touching you,” he muttered, and you closed your eyes as you sighed, imagining daniel was the one touching your chest.

“now squeeze them for me, sweetheart,” he told you, and you done as he said. you let out a gasp when you squeezed, the contact of your hand against your now-hardened nipple sending a shot of arousal through you. “fuck,” daniel moaned, instantly squeezing his cock as he heard the noise you let you. “your little gasps sound amazing. can’t wait ‘til you’re moaning out just for me,” he panted, biting his lip as another groan erupted from his throat.

“please—“ you whined, continuing to alter between squeezing your breast, and running your finger along it. you were pleading for two reasons; following daniel’s rules and only allowing yourself to do as he says, but also wanting to follow his request later, moaning just for him.

daniel seemed to understand, and who was he to deny what you wanted? “now, i want you to drag your thumb up to your nipple, and brush over it— nice and slowly,” he told you the next steps, and you followed his words. he heard the small gasp escape your lips before another string of whines left your mouth. “tell me how it feels, sweetheart.

you bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan as you went to answer him, continuing to run the rough pad of your thumb over the hardened peak. “it— fuck, it feels incredible,” you panted out to him, continuing to rub your thumb over it— slowly, just like daniel wanted.

“aww, are you trying to hold back those pretty sounds from me, baby?” he cooed at you, moving to position the phone between his shoulder and ear, his hands desperately trying to pull his shorts and boxers down, allowing his erect cock to break free from the confines. he lifted the phone back up with his hand afterwards, his right hand slowly running his nimble fingers along the base. “don’t do that, i want to hear them— all of them,” he breathed heavily down the phone.

you done just as daniel said, allowing your moans to escape your mouth as you continued to tease your breast. the sounds were music to daniel’s ears, containing to stroke his cock painstakingly slow. “now, pinch it for me sweetheart, just like you would if you were teasing yourself,” he commanded, and you done just as he said. the loud choke that escaped you was enough to make daniel moan himself, his fingers slowly picking up the pace as he teased himself.

“fuck, you sound so sexy,” daniel groaned, evidently affected by your response. “keep toying about with it, baby. feel every sensation, embrace it and how good it makes you feel,” he mumbled, pausing to lick his lips. “..and when you’re ready, i want you to slide your free hand down to where you’re aching for me.”

you let out a small hum, moving your phone to your shoulder to settle your ear against it, before moving your right hand just to the waistband of your shorts.

“good girl,” daniel softly praised, enjoying the control he had over you. “now, i want you to move your hand into your panties for me, but don’t touch yourself yet. just feel the warmth there, and how wet you are for me.”

your breath hitched at his words before doing exactly as he told you, slipping your hand beneath your panties. your fingers brushed against the heated skin, feeling some of your wetness against your fingertips. the anticipation for what was to come was almost overwhelming, your body attuned to his every word.

“i— i’ve done it,” you stuttered out, a small whine escaping your lips as you continued toy with your hardened nipple, waiting for daniel’s next move. daniel was more focused on himself at the moment, his grip on his cock tightening, before releasing; never allowing himself the full pressure he needed. licking his lips once more, he allowed his hand to move to the tip of his cock before running the thumb over the head, eliciting a small moan from himself.

“fuck, sweetheart,” daniel let out lowly, the mix of toying with himself and guiding you through this was sending shivers of pleasure through him. “i can imagine how wet you are right now, so close to where you want to be touched.. but not quite yet. you’re going to be patient for me, aren’t you? like the good girl you are?” daniel asked her, awaiting her response.

he smirked as he heard her whine, and it only grew when he heard her obey and listen to him, muttering a “yes, i—i’ll be patient,” out for him.

your fingers shakily hovered over where you craved to be touched. you wanted to just do it, but daniel had captivated you. you couldn’t disobey his commands, so you listened and held your hand still, waiting for him to continue talking to you.

“good, good,” he sighed shakily, wrapping his hand around his cock now as he slowly started to move it up and down his shaft. “now continuing on from earlier, tell me what you like, baby. what turns you on?” he asked you, eagerly wanting to know what he could do to make you feel good.

he heard your breath hitch on the other end of the line, and licked his lips before another smirk took over his face. “come on, darling,” daniel continued, his tone dripping with desire and curiosity. “i need you to tell me, so i can make you feel so good, hm?”

“i like.. i like being told what to do, someone else being in charge of me,” you admitted, eyes shut as you fought with the urges to get yourself off. you heard daniel chuckle lowly on the other end of the line, and it sent a pulse of pleasure to your pussy.

“ohh, so this whole time i’ve already been on the right path? good, that’s perfect,” he let out, happy to have been on the right track already. “do you like it when you’re made to wait until you’re absolutely desperate for your release, darling?” he asks, wanting to hear you continue to talk about what you like.

“s-sometimes,” you tell him, biting your lip harshly at his voice alone; how low it is, how each word turns you on even more. “sometimes it’s too much, though,” you admit, and you hear him let out a hum.

“that’s okay, sweetheart. i won’t make you wait too long.. this time,” he whispers to you, and you shiver at how he says the last two words, his voice dropping even lower. “you’ve been so good for me tonight, i couldn’t dare hold you from your orgasm for too long, not tonight,” he finishes, and you feel yourself get excited as he’s talking like there’s going to be a next time.

“thank you,” you mumble, mind racing with thoughts about there being more experiences with daniel, and it only makes you more aroused.

“i was thinking, you seem like you’d be a fan of dirty talk, would i be correct to assume that sweetheart?” daniel’s curiosity gets the better of him, wanting to know if dirty talk does it for you, seeing as it was his forte.

“yes,” you breathed out heavily, your fingers hovering torturously close to your core. “i love when someone talks dirty— especially when it’s mixed with praise, fuck,” you pant, the thought of daniel mixing praise and dirty talk for you was something you now ached for.

“ahhh, the praise coming back into play too,” daniel sighed, nodding his head to himself. “well, it’s just as well you’ve been a good girl, isn’t it? i have all the reason to praise you,” he told you, revelling in the moan you let out at his words.

“i think it’s time we let you get what you called for, isn’t it? you’ve been amazing this call, i think it’s time i guide you to an orgasm, darling,” daniel said, starting to pump his shaft at a steady pace, allowing himself to enjoy it a little more now.

“please, i need it,” you whine to him, your fingers millimetres away from your clit, dying for permission.

“alright sweetheart,” daniel started, and your fingers inched closer and closer, before he continued on, “i don’t want you touching your clit yet: just let your fingers glide over your lips, feel how slick and wet you are.”

you hesitated for just moment before you following his lead, your breath catching as your fingers made contact with your own arousal. the heat and desire between your legs could only be described as overwhelming, and the slickness only served as evidence.

daniel’s voice came out as a low rumble, “can you feel how wet you are? that’s all for me, isn’t it? all that wetness, all that need— it’s because of my words, and how i’m making you feel, hm?”

a soft moan escaped your lips at his words, your body aching for more. “yes, daniel,” you whispered, voice trembling with desire. “it’s all for you.”

“that’s a good girl,” he praised you, sending a shot of pleasure down your spine. “now sweetheart, i want you to dip your fingers into yourself, just a little. feel how tight you are, and how much your body is craving to be filled.”

you obeyed his commands with no hesitation, your fingers slipping inside just enough to feel wetness. the sensation was euphoric, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly, your body desperate for release.

“fuck, darling,” daniel raggedly breathed out, his hand starting to move faster, gripping his cock with urgency. “i wish i could see you right now, see how beautiful you look, filling yourself up with your fingers, desperate for even more.”

his words made your pulse quicken, your hips starting to buck into your hand as your need became unbearable. “please daniel,” you whispered, unsure what you were begging for, only knowing that you needed more.

“i bet those fingers of yours feel good, but it’s nothing compared to what you really want, is it?” daniel throatily groaned, voice thick with lust. “tell me, what is it you want instead?”

“you daniel— fuck, i want you to fill me up,” you whined loudly down the phone, hips rutting against your own hand now, chasing what you needed so badly.

daniel growled down the phone, his breath becoming ragged as he eyed his own cock, watching the pre-cum leaking from the tip, moving his thumb up to toy with it momentarily. “fuck, that’s a good girl. you’d want me to stretch you open, huh? fucking that tight pussy, feel me filling you so deep.”

your body responded to his words, your arousal surging as you imagined just exactly he was describing. “yes daniel,” you moaned, your fingers plunging deeper into yourself as you imagined it was him, his thick cock stretching you open.

“god, i’d love to see you like that,” he continued on, pausing to catch his breath momentarily. “your pretty pussy so wet and ready for me, begging to be fucked. i’d fill you up so good sweetheart, make you come on my cock over and over again,” he explained to you, the imagery caused you to let out what could only be described as a pornographic moan.

daniel’s ragged breath was all you could hear for a while, as you were both focusing on yourselves. you continued to buck into your own hand, trying to move your fingers impossibly deeper into yourself. daniel on the other end of the line, moved his hand to the underside of his cock, stroking the more sensitive area as he edged himself closer to his own orgasm.

“you’re doing so well, i can hear how desperate you are,” he purred, voice dripping with lust. “i need you to speed up your fingers for me just a little faster, alright? imagine it’s me, pushing you right to the edge,” he encouraged you on, knowing you’d follow his command.

your own breath quickened as you done exactly as he said, moving with increased urgency. the pleasure was mounting, every movement sending another wave of pleasure throughout your desperate body. “fuck, yes daniel— fuck,” you stammered, gasping as you felt yourself getting closer.

“good girl,” daniel praised you again, his voice smooth and seductive. “feel every inch of yourself, the pressure that’s building inside you. think about how good it’s going to feel when you finally come,” he continued to explain, fingers moving back to the tip of his cock as they danced over the sensitive head.

“i’m— i’m so close, daniel,” you whimpered out to him, trembling at the feeling that was overtaking your body.

“just a little bit more sweetheart,” daniel encouraged, his voice firm. “i want you to let go for me, when you feel yourself on the brink of the orgasm— let yourself go. i’m right here with you,” he spoke out to you, guiding you.

his words sent a jolt of excitement through you, and it was pushing you even closer to the edge. “daniel, i—“ you started, but the intensity of the pleasure only made you cut yourself off with a gasp.

“let it happen, baby,” daniel urged, squeezing his own cock rightly as his eyes screwed shut. “let go and come with me, i want to hear every sound, let me hear you.”

with that last final push, you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming pressure, your body shuddering as you came, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. your moans filled the room.

daniel’s own grunts and groans could be heard from the other end of the line, and with one final thrust of his hand, he reached his own orgasm. his cock was throbbing with each wave of his orgasm. a stream of his hot, thick cum coated his hand, dripping down it as he continued to jerk off his cock to milk himself dry.

as the waves of pleasure started to subside, your body fell limp on your bed as you panted heavily. your eyes were shut, and all you were focusing on was daniel’s own noises of pleasure.

“you did so well, darling,” daniel whispered softly to you, and a lazy smile overtook your face. “how was that for you, hm? was i good for your first time at this?” he asked, genuinely curious.

you chuckled breathlessly before replying to him. “that was— that was fantastic, danny,” you let him know, daniel smiling at you calling him ‘danny’. “i would never have expected to have this good of a time, thank you for tonight,” you surrendered, shifting your body as your eyes started to droop of tiredness.

daniel could tell you were getting ready to end the call, but he couldn’t let you go yet. “hey, i don’t usually do this, but i’m going to take note of your number and put it in my phone,” he explained, before clarifying, “my personal phone, to be specific.”

your eyes shot open, and your mouth dropped open slightly. “what— you’re serious?” you asked him, surprised to hear him say such a thing. daniel let out an affirming hum.

“if that’s alright with you, sweetheart?” he asked you softly, and it shocked you a little at how he broke his character, his voice softer than usual.

“of course it is, i’m just.. surprised, is all,” you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. “it’s not everyday that a sex hotline operator notes your number down, y’know?”

daniel laughed in return at your words, sighing softly afterwards. “you should know, that’s the first time i’ve ever actually came on one of these calls,” he admitted to you, and you felt your cheeks darken at his admission.

there was a little small-talk before you finally felt yourself get too tired, and daniel could tell. “hey, you head to bed now, alright sweetheart?” he told you softly, yet there was a firm tone to his voice too.

you hummed in return, not bothering to even try fight it. “i will, danny. thank you, and goodnight, sleep well,” you wished him a goodnight, and daniel smiled to himself.

“you too, darling. i’ll see you soon.”

PAST THE FINISH LINE.

pairings: retired f1 drivers x retired f1 legend!yn

faceclaim: jessica alba

summary: exposing the truth about her time in f1 set the world on fire. but when the internet thought they’d solved the mystery of x, yn yln proved once again that nothing in her story is ever that simple.

warnings: mentions of misogyny. also this will have the reveal of x, please don’t send any hate! this is fictional and it doesn’t mean i dislike the driver or anything like that.

final part of the lucky girl syndrome series <3

author’s note: okay the final instalment!!! the love that you guys have given to the series is insane and i’m really happy everyone has enjoyed it and gotten so invested!! thank you so much. if you enjoyed, maybe buy me a coffee? <3

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f1: f1 presents: legends of the grid. for one night only, the legends return to monaco to celebrate some of the most iconic drivers in f1 history. featuring lewis hamilton, sebastian vettel, fernando alonso, nico rosberg, jenson button, mark webber, max verstappen and yn yln, this event will relive the moments and rivalries that defined an era.

don’t miss it, streaming live, via netflix, this saturday.

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user1: Y’ALL ARE MESSY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

-> user2: the timing is crazy. everyone gonna show up like a real housewives reunion.

user3: this is going to be the messiest f1 drama since ‘21 abu dhabi.

-> user4: TRUST!! we will be tuning in.

user5: hope netflix doesn’t buffer all night like the mike tyson fight.

-> user6: netflix pay for better servers you bums. if i don’t get to see the drama in HIGH DEFINITION you’re OVER!!!

user7: yn is so brave for agreeing. the way the paddock treated her was so disgusting.

-> user8: okay but why you acting like yn herself didn’t cause drama back in the day? she wasn’t innocent.

-> user9: nobody said she was innocent, we said she wasn’t treated fairly.

user10: BADDIES F1 REUNION 😻

user11: yn showing up to this after years of silence is so iconic.

-> user12: i still can’t believe she hasn’t done a f1 related event since she retired.

-> user13: hello what about her memoir?

-> user12: her memoir is about her?? it’s not affiliated with f1, she writes about her time there because it was a huge portion of her life DUMMY

user14: need to be a fly on the wall so bad

-> user15: the amount of drama between those people alone is crazy.

user16: nico probably sweating through his shirt rn

-> user17: he deleted his socials to avoid responsibility and now he has to see her face to face. karma is real.

user18: lewis/max, lewis/nico, mark/seb, nico/yn, and jenson!

-> user19: no cause why is jenson just … there

-> user20: jenson is always just there

-> user21: someone has to be the mediator.

user22: no kimiyn :((

user23: NEED A SEATING CHART ASAP!!!

user24: the fact people still hate on yn is insane. she has proven herself more so than some of your faves. it’s insane.

-> user25: misogyny in f1 fandoms? shocking.

-> user26: she’s better than me. i would air everybody out.

user27: someone bring up yn’s memoir PLEASE

user28: honestly, can we just appreciate how much yn changed f1? she paved the way and STILL has the paddock shaking years later. living rent free in their minds and mine.

user29: better make this an annual event because the drama is TOO GOOD.

→ user30: i think once will be enough for them, they’re gonna need therapy after this.

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EXCERPT FROM LUCKY GIRL SYNDROME.

my relationship with lewis was… complicated. we were both anomalies in the paddock, though for very different obvious reasons. we both knew what it felt like to walk into a room and feel like you didn’t belong, to have to fight twice as hard to prove yourself, to carry the weight of representation whether you wanted to or not. but instead of bringing us closer, those shared experiences sometimes pushed us apart.

lewis was always kind to me, and i don’t want to diminish that. he understood things that no one else on the grid could, and in our quieter moments, we’d talk about what it felt like to be ‘othered’ in a sport that thrives on tradition. but those moments were rare, and when we were on track—or in the paddock—it felt like we were always circling each other, wary but never fully connecting. maybe it was because we both had walls up, or maybe it was because we each carried our own burdens and didn’t know how to share them without feeling weaker for it.

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ham1ltonshaderoom: f1 trailblazers lewis hamilton and yn yln were seen at dinner in monaco three days before the legends of the grid event. eyewitnesses say that their conversation seemed intense but cordial. are they squashing old beef or discussing something else (cough x marks the spot)? either way the streets are talking and we’re listening. thoughts on this reunion ham1ltons?

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user1: lewis and yn having dinner??? the way my brain is spiraling right now.

→ user2: what if they’re talking about their personal drama with nico

→ user3: or what if lewis is apologizing for… something 👀

user4: idc what anyone says, lewis x yn is my endgame. they’re the power couple the grid deserves.

→ user5: STOP. i’ve shipped them since their karting days. this is literally my fanfic coming true.

→ user6: yn is too iconic to settle for any man, even lewis.

user7: bet they’re plotting how to make nico sweat during the event lol.

→ user8: nico’s probably hiding in a corner somewhere right now.

→ user9: this dinner probably has him deleting more accounts as we speak.

user10: yn and lewis are DEFINITELY scheming. they didn’t go through all this drama just to let bygones be bygones.

→ user11: scheming? or flirting? because the chemistry is there.

→ user12: now why would yn date a man from the grid after everything she’s written about them?

user13: i need a mic under their table so bad. the tea they must’ve spilled 😭

→ user14: forget a mic, i need netflix to release a doc about this dinner specifically.

user15: yn having dinner after being a recluse for years and having so many people talk about her is so iconic. she knows she owns the grid.

→ user16: fr she didn’t even have to show up to the legends event. she just wanted to remind everyone she’s THAT girl.

user17: imagine lewis saying something like, “so about that chapter in your book…”

user18: god they’re attention seekers.

-> user17: how lol. they’re just eating? they didn’t even publicise this?

user19: lewis and yn teaming up to destroy the paddock? i’m here for it.

→ user20: team “we’re too rich, hot and iconic to care about nico.”

user21: this better not be a casual dinner. i need this to lead to chaos.

→ user22: chaos? or a second memoir? yn stays winning either way.

user23: imagine lewis pulls up to legends of the grid and is like, “yn and i are writing a joint book. enjoy.”

→ user24: stop this right now before i lose my mind.

user25: yn x lewis is the best thing to come out of this reunion already.

→ user26: yn x lewis shippers are DELUSIONAL but i respect it.

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NYT Journalist: Your memoir, Lucky Girl Syndrome, has been a massive success—4.3 million copies sold in the first month, the best-selling sports memoir of all time. Were you expecting that kind of reception?

YN: Not at all. I mean, I hoped people would read it, obviously. But I thought it would mainly resonate with people who followed my career, maybe the motorsport community. I didn’t anticipate it would reach so many people outside of that world. I’ve had messages from women in all sorts of industries telling me how much it meant to see their own struggles reflected in my story. That’s been the most rewarding part—knowing it’s made people feel seen.

Journalist: But with that reception also came the drama, particularly around the identity of the unnamed X. Did you expect the public to latch onto that so intensely?

YN: I knew it would cause a stir, but I didn’t think it would turn into this… phenomenon. The whole X thing has kind of overshadowed the point of the book, in some ways. People got so caught up in the guessing game that they lost sight of the bigger picture. The book wasn’t about pointing fingers or settling scores—it was about telling my story, showing what it was like to exist in that space. X wasn’t the story; X was just one part of it.

Journalist: Do you regret including X in the memoir?

YN: No, because it was my truth. Leaving it out would’ve felt dishonest. But I do wish the conversation had been more about the broader issues I wrote about, rather than one person’s role in it. Still, if it got people talking about the misogyny in motorsport—even if it wasn’t always in the way I intended—then maybe it was worth it.

Journalist: You’ve said before that being vulnerable in the book was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. Can you elaborate on that?

YN: Writing it was like peeling back every layer of armour I’d built over the years. Reliving some of those memories, especially the early years on the grid, was brutal. I actually couldn’t read the audiobook myself. I tried, but it dredged up too much. Thankfully, my friend Angelina [Jolie] —who I’ve known for years and who understands me on an intimate level—stepped in and did it for me. She brought so much care and empathy to it. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better. Hearing her voice telling my story was… cathartic in a way. It gave me a distance from the pain while still honouring and acknowledging it.

Journalist: Do you think you’ll ever fully step back into the world of F1? You’ve kept such a low profile since your retirement.

YN: I think this interview and the upcoming Legends of the Grid event are as close as I’m willing to get. Writing the memoir was cathartic, but it also made me realise how much I needed to let go of. F1 was my life for so long, and it will always be a part of me. But the woman I am now isn’t the same woman who walked into that paddock all those years ago. And I think that’s okay.

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[r/F1Gossip: “I’m Telling You, X Is Sebastian, and Here’s Why”]

u/OverlookedEvidence:

ok, i know everyone’s convinced that x is nico, but hear me out: what if it’s actually sebastian? before you downvote me, let me explain.

yn doesn’t mention seb by name in her memoir

this is huge. yn is very deliberate with her words, and while she talks about lewis, fernando, nico, and even jenson in detail, seb is noticeably absent. she references “one driver who made my early career hell” but never names him. why would she leave seb out unless there’s a reason?

it’s not jenson

she said herself in the book that x wasn’t a teammate. that rules out jenson. also, she’s been pretty vocal about respecting jenson, even calling him a good teammate.

the timeline matches

seb was dominating the sport in the early 2010s while yn was still proving herself. if x was making dismissive comments about her being a “right car, right time” kind of driver, wouldn’t it make sense that it came from someone like seb, who was constantly winning and under a similar microscope?

the “sliding off the track” comment fits seb’s early personality

we all know seb’s reputation back then. he was ruthless, competitive, and let’s face it, a bit cocky. saying something like “at least she’ll look good sliding off the track” during a rain delay sounds exactly like early 2010s seb.

the silence speaks volumes

nico deleted his socials after the allegations, sure, but seb has been oddly quiet about yn’s book too. when asked about it, he gave a generic “it’s an important story” answer and quickly changed the subject. if he wasn’t x, wouldn’t he just say so?

the paddock dynamic

yn herself said x wasn’t overtly aggressive but rather subtle, making passive-aggressive digs that were easy to brush off as jokes. that sounds a lot more like seb’s early years than nico’s more direct approach.

but the nail in the coffin for me? yn’s line in the book about x apologizing years later but saying it didn’t matter because “the damage had already been done.” seb’s been all about redemption and growth in recent years. maybe he apologized privately, and that’s why she’s staying quiet publicly.

EDIT: look, i know seb’s had his redemption arc, and everyone loves him now (myself included), but we can’t ignore this just because it’s uncomfortable. the receipts are there.

anyway, i’m not saying it’s definitely him, but the evidence is there.

top comments:

u/nicohater: nah it’s nico. everyone knows it’s nico.

u/happybee: seb is all about positivity and saving the bees and the planet now. he doesn’t make sense as x.

-> u/op: that’s current seb. early 2010s seb was a different story.

u/understeerstan: yeah, seb was cocky, but he wasn’t that bad, was he?

u/f1stan: OP’s receipts are better than most of the nico allegations tbh, but no one wants to hear it.

-> u/nicosgirl: exactly like not everyone ignoring actual evidence because they hate nico more. i’m not saying it’s definitely seb, but we shouldn’t dismiss it just because he’s all sunshine and growth now.

u/laplegends: the seb theory makes more sense than nico, tbh. the whole paddock knew nico and lewis hated each other, but there’s barely any public drama between seb and yn, which feels… deliberate?

u/gridgossip: even if he was x, why would yn let him off the hook? she called out everyone else in the paddock.

-> u/dramadnf: maybe because he apologized and she forgave him? she’s always said the book wasn’t about revenge.

u/mclarenanti: the fact that she doesn’t mention him by name in the book is weird. i never noticed that before…

u/vettelfan: girl delete this. nico did that shit. just accept it.

u/dramalover: trying to convince the world that the guy trying to save the bees is x is a losing battle but i respect it.

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LEAKED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT BY TMZ.

The video is shakey, clearly taken on a phone, but the audio is clear enough. It’s a behind-the-scenes clip from a rain delay during a 2013 race. Drivers and engineers mill about in the background. YN is in her garage, leaning over her notes with her race engineer. The camera pans past her when a voice cuts through the noise, loud and smug.

Unseen Driver: “well, at least she’ll look good sliding off the track.”

The camera jerks slightly, as if the person filming wasn’t expecting the comment. The voice is unmistakable—it’s Sebastian Vettel.

YN’s head snaps up, but she doesn’t respond. Her engineer glances at her, clearly uncomfortable, and mutters something inaudible. Sebastian, walking past the garage, smirks briefly before disappearing from view.

The video then ends abruptly.

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ham1ltonshaderoom: tmz’s unearthed fan footage has just ended the x marks the spot debate. the internet never forgets. thoughts on this revelation ham1ltons?

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cousinjess: SEBASTIAN ?!

user1: everyone needs to jump that stupid redditor’s uncle for accusing my king nico rosberg for this shit. it was the other blond german that had a weird romantic subtext with lewis hamilton!

user2: i mean… people change, but this is still so bad.

user3: the way legends of the grid is coming up soon too.

-> user4: this has just increased the viewership by at least 40%.

user5: “at least she’ll look good sliding off the track” is such a disgusting thing to say. no wonder she wrote the book.

user6: paul telling her to ‘ignore him’ hits so much harder now. she dealt with this crap for YEARS.

user7: yn handled that with so much grace. i’d have thrown a wrench at his big head.

user8: and to think we were all arguing about nico and fernando when THIS was sitting in someone’s camera roll for years.

user9: i’m in shock like seriously.

user10: THANK YOU GOD FOR SPARING US FERNANDO FANS 😂😂😂

user11: that’s definitely sebastian omg. even with that shitty old camera quality.

-> user12: the audacity in his tone… yeah, this tracks with early 2010s seb.

-> user13: and he’s just LAUGHING while saying it??? yeah, no redemption for me.

user14: fuck seb and y’know what? fuck them bees too 🖕🏼

-> user15: now what did the bees do 😭😭😭

-> user14: not sting that mfer for this behaviour. honey is trash too! i prefer artificial sweeteners MADE BY MAN!

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[Live Twitter Thread: Legends of the Grid - X Drama Highlights]

7:03 PM: okay, we’re starting strong. yn and nico just arrived at the panel and… they’re FINE? like, actually smiling at each other. nico even pulled out her chair, and she laughed. is this a fever dream?

7:18 PM: fernando just said, “it’s always interesting when old secrets come to light.” direct eye contact with seb when he said it. i’m screaming.

8:25 PM: seb just got asked how he feels about yn’s memoir. he said, “i think it’s important she told her story, and i respect that. it’s not always easy to look back on who we were.” VERY diplomatic, but also… that feels pointed.

8:33 PM: lewis jumped in and defended yn when the host mentioned “paddock tensions.” he said, “yn had every right to speak her truth. we all know what she went through, even if some of us didn’t say it at the time.” 👀

8:41 PM: a fan question asked yn about her relationship with nico now. she smiled and said, “nico and i have had our ups and downs, but we’ve moved past them. he’s been very supportive since the book came out, and i appreciate that.” no mention of seb.

8:50 PM: someone asked seb if he ever felt threatened by yn during his career. he paused (awkwardly) and said, “no, i wouldn’t say threatened. but i think… i underestimated her, and that was my mistake.”

9:07 PM: nico just joked about being “grateful” he wasn’t the one yn wrote about in that chapter. yn laughed and said, “no, but you gave me plenty of other things to write about.” the AUDACITY. seb didn’t even crack a smile.

9:15 PM: fernando stirring the pot again: “the paddock always had a hard time accepting people who didn’t fit the mould. some of us didn’t handle that very well.” is anyone else sweating, or is it just me?

9:27 PM: someone asked yn if she feels like she’s fully moved on from the events she wrote about. she said, “i’ve moved on, yes, but that doesn’t mean i’ll forget. those experiences shaped me, for better or worse, and i think it’s important to acknowledge that.” seb looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

9:40 PM: okay, the host finally just asked SEB about the leaked clip. he took a deep breath and said, “i said things i regret, and i’ve apologized to yn privately. it’s not something i’m proud of, but i hope my actions now speak louder than my words did then.” yn nodded, but her face was unreadable.

9:52 PM: lewis jumped in AGAIN and said, “we’ve all made mistakes, but the most important thing is taking accountability. that’s what real respect looks like.”

10:05 PM: panel wrapping up, but the tension between seb and yn is THICK. they didn’t really interact directly, but you could feel the weight of it. nico, meanwhile, is cracking jokes and acting like he’s been vindicated.

FINAL THOUGHTS:

seb basically confirmed he was x but in the most seb way possible: calm, regretful, and low-key heartbreaking. i mean we knew but still.

yn was unbothered and elegant as always, but you could tell she was holding back.

lewis had yn’s back the whole night.

fernando might as well have brought popcorn with the way he was instigating.

what a night. the grid is MESSY, and we love to see it.

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f1shade: yn was spotted shopping in monaco today, looking as unbothered as ever, despite the whirlwind of drama that unfolded after last night’s legends of the grid showdown. with sebastian essentially confirming himself as x during the panel and max casually announcing he’s going to be a dad, the f1 fandom is barely holding it together.

but it seems yn isn’t done with the headlines just yet. reports are now circulating that she met with sebastian early this morning at the hotel where she’s staying. apparently, they booked a private meeting room and spent over an hour together “hashing things out.” sources say the atmosphere was “tense but calm,” and neither of them looked particularly pleased when they left.

the timing of the meeting has only added to the chaos. yn has always been private about her feelings towards sebastian, even in the memoir, where she never named him directly. meanwhile, seb’s brief apology during the panel last night left many feeling like there was still more to be said.

is this the closure they both needed, or just the start of another chapter in their complicated story?

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user1: why is there always an implication that yn is fueling the drama? she literally wrote a memoir about HER life and now everyone’s acting like she’s stirring the pot.

→ user2: EXACTLY. she’s been silent for years, and the second she speaks her truth, it’s suddenly her fault everyone’s messy?

→ user3: the irony is seb fueled this drama by being x. yn just said what happened.

user4: yn shopping in monaco while the entire grid implodes is peak main character behaviour.

→ user5: she really said “not my circus, not my monkeys” and went to buy some new shoes.

user6: need another memoir, i know she has more stories.

user7: seb and yn in a private meeting room after all this?? yeah, i need netflix to release the footage immediately.

→ user8: netflix can’t handle this kind of tension. they’d buffer through the best part.

user9: “hashing things out” sounds way too professional. i bet she told him off.

→ user10: yn doesn’t need to yell. one look from her and seb probably apologised for everything, including global warming.

user11: can’t believe seb was x. like, i love him, but… this is a lot to process.

→ user12: same. i thought we left his messy era behind, but here we are.

→ user13: redemption arc or not, you can’t erase what he said. yn deserved better.

user14: why is no one talking about max becoming a dad in the middle of all this? this weekend is CHAOS.

→ user15: yn: “not my problem.” max: “definitely my problem.”

user16: yn’s face leaving that meeting was so unreadable. i need to know what went down.

→ user17: her poker face is legendary. seb probably left sweating.

user18: this has been the messiest week in f1 since abu dhabi 2021.

→ user19: yn: “hold my memoir.”

user20: watch seb come out with a statement saying they’re “on good terms” and yn stays silent.

→ user21: silence is louder than any statement, and yn knows it.

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ynnie4eva: it’s now the end of yn’s book tour for her memoir. it’s the best selling sports memoir in history and we got so much new content from her and the book. i’m so sad we won’t see her anymore :(

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yourinstagram: don’t worry! we have a few more surprises under our belt for you guys :)

user1: NOT HER DROPPING HINTS LIKE THIS. WHAT DOES IT MEAN???

→ user2: yn, ma’am, my heart can’t take this. what surprises?? pls be specific.

→ user3: she’s giving “and i’ll tell you tomorrow vibes” and it’s killing me.

user4: imagine if she announces another book or like… a docuseries 👀

→ user5: a docuseries would BREAK the internet. the f1 girlies would lose it.

→ user6: yn narrating her own doc? the way i’d cancel all my plans for that.

user7: no but what if it’s her return to the grid somehow?? like as a team principal or something crazy.

→ user8: yn would never deal with the paddock politics again. she’s too smart for that.

→ user9: yeah, but imagine her and toto teaming up. unstoppable.

user10: “a few more surprises” sounds like merch but i’ll pretend it’s a Netflix special to feel something.

→ user11: yn-themed race jackets? SIGN ME UP.

user12: watch her drop a whole fictionalised movie about her life just to gag us all.

→ user13: cast me as her husband irl.

user14: i’m telling you, it’s something BIG. she doesn’t post for nothing. she has like fifteen posts since 2020.

→ user15: she’s literally been the main character of f1 for like 10 years. it’s always big with her.

user16: yn’s “surprises” = me losing my mind trying to figure it out.

user17: if she says “stay tuned” next, i’m deleting all my apps.

→ user18: she already said “don’t worry!” she’s toying with us at this point.

user19: the book tour was already too much for me emotionally. now THIS??

→ user20: yn always has us on edge and i love/hate her for it.

user21: let’s play a game and guess what it could be. i’ll start. she’s taking over checo’s redbull seat.

-> user22: she’s pregnant with max’s baby!! 🤰

-> user21: i actually don’t wanna play this game anymore. sorry.

user23: a few more surprises better not mean i have to sell a kidney for tickets to something.

→ user24: if it’s a live event or a signing, TAKE MY MONEY.

user25: yn, if this surprise is another podcast appearance where you drop cryptic hints, just tell us now so i can cry in peace.

user26: the way she knows she’s the blueprint and keeps us guessing. a true mastermind.

-> user27: i’m just glad she’s not disappearing for good this time.

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