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seb5fan: pre-season interviews are up and tell me why Sebastian talking about his wife yn is my favorite thing ever?

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user1: no this is so real? Like he's obviously so in love with her it's insane

↳user2: I want what they have

↳user1: big mood

user3: he literally just lit up when talking about her??

user4: when am I getting a man that supports me this much?

↳user5: that's the real question

↳user6: seriously — yn literally just texted him out of the blue "I quit" and Seb was definitely like "finally!!"

↳user7: he's been so ready for her to be done with that job for months now!

user8: go get em seb!

user9: I love that the vettels are now farm people — it just makes sense

↳user10: wait what? Since when?

↳user9: it's near the end of the interview but Seb mentions that yn's grandfather left her a farm in Switzerland and since she quit her job she's moving there to live and work

↳user11: oh my god that really cool!

↳user12: what im hearing is that we're gonna be getting farm seb content soon

↳user9: potentially!

Private Messages, the Vettels

seb5fans

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seb5fans: another yn update! Apparently she's loving the farm life although Seb thinks she's working too hard and worries about her being on her own — he says it helps now that she's gotten a dog!

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user13: I knew they were a dog family

user14: literally every word that came out of his mouth delighted me

user15: I cannot wait for when he gets a chance to live the farm life

↳user16: I don't know when it's gonna happen but I'm still counting down the days

user17: in love with the fact that he just casually kept mentioning that his wife was now a farmer

↳user18: I mean I would too! It sounds like she's doing a pretty good job even with just a season of growing under her belt!

user19: ok when does he start coming to races with baskets full of fresh produce?

user20: how do we get the request to them to start an insta for their farm? I need the behind the scenes info right now

↳user21: I'll try! I've got tickets for the Ferrari fan forum next weekend 🤞🤞I'll see if I can ask Sebastian that question

↳user20: you are going to be the favorite of everyone if you can do it

Private Messages, the Vettels

beekeeper_farm

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beekeeper_farm: I was told people wanted to catch a glimpse of the farm life?

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user21: i have never wanted anything more

↳beekeeper_farm: concerning but glad you're here!

↳user21: you're a legit queen 

lewishamilton: I think you guys should host the post season dinner this year!

↳beekeeper_farm: haha maybe not this year (our house is still kinda falling down…)

↳lewishamilton: what?

↳beekeeper_farm: don't worry I'm working on it!

user22: House falling down? No problem! Husband becoming a mistress in the Brocedess divorce? Why not? Unappealing photos of my new farm life? NOT on my watch liked by beekeeper_farm

user23: so why beekeeper_farm?

↳beekeeper_farm: it was my grandfather's a couple of decades ago and he focused on supporting the bees — lots of beehives and tons of flowers. I'm just honoring him with the name

↳user24: oh I love this so much

user25: time to find where beekeeper farm is so I can buy their products 🩷

↳beekeeper_farm: ummm…that's called stalking 🫶 and we'd rather you not do that

jensonbutton: summer break at the vettel's house

↳beekeeper_farm: oh absolutely!

↳lewishamilton: so you'll have us for summer break but not winter?

↳beekeeper_farm: summer break I can put you to work! I've got trees to be felled, boulders to be broken up and removed, weeds to be tackled…

↳jensonbutton: hmmmm that sounds like…Sunmer break in Italy!

↳beekeeper_farm: coward

Private Messages, the Vettels

f1gossip

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f1gossip: caught speaking with fans during media day, Sebastian was asked about his summer plans "well I was going to go spend some time with my wife — check out the new farm and everything, apparently there's a cave system that yn has been mining recently, — but I'll actually be in Italy for most of it, sim work and sponsorship duties…"

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user26: with every new update we get from yn and the farm, the more I'm convinced she's the main character in something and we're all just npcs

↳user27: I've never heard it put that way but yes that's exactly it

user28: I adore him and yn so much? like he's so confused by what's she's been doing but he's still all whatever makes you happy!

↳used29: can I order one of him for me?

↳user30: big mood

user31: ok i wanna know what she's mining and why?? Like trying to rebuild an old farm is enough work already girl why are you adding to your burden??

↳user32: user31 asking the real questions over here

user33: I've got so many questions right now

↳user34: I have a feeling we won't be getting any of the answers

user35: we're all just living in yn's world aren't we??

↳user36: well I'd like a Sebastian of my own if it's true…

Private Messages, the Vettels

beekeeper_farm

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beekeeper_farm: summer update — the farmhouse was renovated, the chickens are thriving, I found my first amethyst in the mines, and the dance of the moonlight jellies was amazing 🪼🪼🪼

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user37: I'd like to live your life please

↳user38: oh my god same

user39: the chickens are looking good!

↳beekeeper_farm: they're definitely the most spoiled chickens ever

↳user39: as they should be!

charles_leclerc: definitely coming over for Christmas

↳beekeeper_farm: of course you can, I've even got a room prepared for you

↳jensonbutton: the blatant favoritism happening right now?

↳beekeeper_farm: he's a polite young man who compliments my cooking and offers to take care of the dishes…unlike some people I could name

↳jensonbutton: …hey?

lewishamilton: I can bring some good vibes and Roscoe?

↳beekeeper_farm: acceptable I guess but you'll have to share with someone — Charles got the only single

↳lewishamilton: I see you've chosen a favorite

↳beekeeper_farm: of course

↳charles_leclerc: 😊😊

user50: ok is anyone gonna ask about the glowing jellyfish??

↳beekeeper_farm: there's something in the water that react with the jellyfish that's causes them to glow! And they those they glow

↳user51: …is anyone going to mention that Switzerland is landlocked and thus shouldn't have ANY jellyfish, let alone ones that glow??

↳user52: that's a good point… 

user53: I love the window art! It's pretty but what is it?

↳beekeeper_farm: it's a jumino! They're helping me look after the farm

↳user54: …sure Jan

↳user55: well I'm sure that's not a concerning answer…

seb5fans

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seb5fans: Seb is finally heading to the farm! With the newest break happening after this race, he's off to Switzerland to see yn!

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user56: finally!

↳user57: I know…it's been so weird not having yn in the paddock at all

↳user58: I know, right?!?

↳user59: I need my vettels together finally

user60: I can't wait to see seb's response when he sees the farm

↳user61: wouldn't he know what it looks like?

↳user60: nah — yn mentioned that she almost never takes pictures for him, wanted it to be a surprise for whenever he appeared

↳user61: oh this is gonna be good!

user62: ok but I love how it's nico interviewing Sebastian

↳user63: the husband interviewing the mistress…comedy gold

↳user64: it's even better because they oh kept forgetting about the race and spent most of the interview taking about Lewis and yn

↳user65: god those two…

user66: German drivers >>> everyone else

↳user67: couldn't agree more

user68: yn I see your vision for chaos and I couldn't agree more

↳user69: I can't wait!

Private Messages, Sebastian and Kimi

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You let out a breath, tired and frustrated. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, this sense of talking to him and somehow still being alone in it. For the past few weeks you’ve been knee-deep in wedding prep, florists, colour schemes, tasting menus, venue walkthroughs where you try to picture the two of you standing side by side, promising forever, but lately that image feels harder to hold on to.

Max floats in and out of it all, more like a guest than the groom. He smiles when you ask, nods when you insist. Says whatever you want.

At first you thought it was sweet, he wanted it to be your dream day, but now it feels like it’s not ours at all. Now it just feels lonely.

You push up off the couch and walk into the kitchen just to have space to breathe. You’re not crying. Not yet. Behind you, you hear Max finally putting his phone down. “Wait, what’s wrong?”

You laugh once under your breath, but it’s humourless. “You really don’t know?”

His footsteps follow, slow and hesitant. He leans against the doorway. “I… I figured you were just a bit stressed.”

You face him. “I am stressed Max! Because I’m planning a wedding. Our wedding. But you act like you couldn’t care less.”

His brows furrow. “What are you talking about? Of course I care.”

“Do you?” Your voice is sharper than you mean, but it’s too late to soften it. “Because every time I ask you a question, about music, the food, the ceremony you just say ‘whatever you want.’ Like none of it matters to you.”

He blinks. “I just want you to be happy.”

You shake your head. “I get that, but that’s not what this is about. I am happy, especially with you. I just… I want you to show up. To be here and care.”

He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling hard. “I am here. I said yes to whatever you wanted because I trust your taste. I thought that was a good thing.”

“Trusting me isn’t the same as caring.” Your voice wavers, and you hate that it does. “I’m just asking for effort. I don’t want to feel like I’m marrying someone who doesn’t even care about the day we start the rest of our lives together.”

He looks stunned, caught between guilt and confusion.

You drop your gaze, your voice lower now. “If you don’t care about the wedding… why are you even marrying me?”

Silence. Like the whole world holds its breath.

You glance up at him, and his expression crumbles.

“Hey—no,” he cuts in, shaking his head like he can undo your words by force alone. “No, don’t say that. Please. Don’t. You can’t think that, I—fuck—I’m not good with this stuff.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to keep it together. “Then help me understand because right now it feels like I’m the only one who’s in this… like you’re just… watching from the sidelines waiting for it to be over.”

He crosses the room in two strides, hands reaching for yours. “Hey. Look at me.”

You do, reluctantly. His eyes are full of something raw now, not distant at all.

“I didn’t realise I was hurting you,” he says, voice cracking slightly. “I swear, I just… I thought the best thing I could do was let you make all the decisions I'm no good at this stuff anyway. I figured it’s your day, well, our day, I know that, but I wanted it to be everything and anything you've ever dreamed of. I didn’t think you needed me to weigh in on napkin colours or desert menus if it wasn’t important to me. I thought giving you space meant I was helping.”

You blink back tears but don't respond yet.

He continues. “I didn’t want to accidentally ruin it by pushing for something you didn’t like because it’s not about what the day looks like to me. It’s about you. About us. I don’t care if we get married in a palace or a car park as long as it’s with you I’m in, and it will still be the best day of my life because it’s the day I get to call you mine forever.”

The sincerity in his voice disarms you completely. Your chest aches and the tears sting a little more now, not from frustration, but from how badly you wanted to hear this.

You exhale slowly. “Oh Max I appreciate that, it's really sweet and I feel that way too… but still I wanted this to be something we did together. Not just something I do and you show up for. I don’t need you to pick the napkins. I just need to feel like you care. That you’re excited too.”

He steps closer, gently cupping your face. “I’m excited,” he says softly. “I’m so damn excited. I think about standing at the altar and seeing you walk down the aisle and I—I can’t even describe what I feel.”

A smile finally breaks onto your face.

“I just didn’t realise,” he continues, “that trying to stay out of the way was making you feel alone in this. I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I want to do better. Just… tell me where to start.”

You stare at him for a long beat, watching the flicker of desperation in his eyes. Then you grab his hand and tug him back toward the couch.

“We’re redoing the seating chart,” you say, pulling your laptop open.

He groans dramatically, collapsing next to you. “Please not the seating chart.”

“Max!”

He grins and nudges your shoulder. “I’m kidding, I’m yours for the rest of the day. Let’s do this.”

You lean your head against his arm, and for the first time in weeks it feels like it’s not all on your shoulders. You feel like a team again, and that, more than the flowers or food or the napkins is what you needed all along.

The next few days are different.

You notice it in the smallest ways. Max starts asking questions, about vendors, cakes, what the venue looks like at night. He sits through meetings even when they run long. He doesn’t scroll through his phone. He listens. He shows up.

Somehow it makes everything feel a little lighter.

You still do most of the planning because let’s be honest, Max Verstappen doesn’t care about peony arrangements or antique gold-rimmed charger plates, but the difference now is he wants to understand why you care. He asks what you like about things, watches your eyes light up, and then smiles like he’s filing it away in some internal archive labeled how to love her better.

It's a late afternoon after a final dress fitting when you come home to find the apartment empty. There's a note on the counter in his messy handwriting.

Back in an hour. Don’t peek in the guest room. Seriously. I’ll know. – M

You blink curiosity immediately piqued but you listen. Barely.

He returns later with a smug smile, takes your hand, and says, “I want to show you something.”

When you reach the guest room door, he pauses.

“So… you said you wanted this to be ours, not just yours,” he says slowly, scratching the back of his neck. “And you were right. I wasn’t helping before. I thought being hands-off would make things easier for you, but I get it now it made you feel alone. So I wanted to contribute something.”

You look at him, heart fluttering. “What did you do?”

He opens the door. The room has been transformed into a mini wedding planning den, pinned photos, timelines, sticky notes, samples, but the centrepiece is a giant cork board covered in polaroids and printed photos of the two of you through the years.

Race weekends. Lazy mornings. Monaco rooftops. That blurry selfie from your first trip together when he still had his arm awkwardly half-around you, not yet sure if he could hold you close.

At the centre of the board in simple script:

"Our Beginning. Our Middle. Our Forever."

You stare in disbelief, hands pressed to your chest.

Max glances at you nervously. “I know you’ve been doing most of the work and I probably still won’t be great with choosing the appetisers or whatever, but this part? Us? That’s what I want to build. A reminder of what we’ve already made together.”

Your lips part, overwhelmed.

He pulls a small envelope from his back pocket. “Also… I may have secretly booked the string quartet you love, and the jazz trio for cocktail hour. And your favourite patisserie from Paris? They’re doing the cake.”

Your head snaps up. “What? How did you even—?”

“I made some calls.” He shrugs. “Annoyed a few assistants.”

Your heart aches in the best way. You walk toward the photo board, tracing a few edges with your fingers. “I can’t believe you did all this.”

He wraps his arms around your waist from behind. “I can’t believe you’re marrying me.”

You turn in his arms and look up at him, voice soft. “I never wanted perfect Max. I just wanted the you I always knew was there the one who cares, who always shows up.”

He leans down to kiss you, slow and gentle.

“I’m here,” he murmurs. “All in.”

“I love you so much,” You press your forehead to his. “And you picked the cake?”

He smiles, mischievous. “You can change it still of course, but I wanted you to be sure that I know you. And I told the baker if she cries when she tastes it it’s the right one.”

You laugh through your glossy eyes, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m in love,” he says. “And I can’t wait to marry you.”

Right there in a cluttered room filled with memories and colour-coded sticky notes, it finally feels like everything is falling into place not because it’s all perfectly planned, but because he’s in it now. Heart and soul. Always.